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nsharks · 1 year

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against the wall | simon “ghost” riley

words: 1.7k

plot: simon finds himself (uncharacteristically) wanting to put a baby in you when he comes home

tags: breeding kink, lots of cum? lol, pregnancy talk, smut, fem!reader

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Simon told you he doesn’t want kids.

But fuck, if he isn’t obsessed with burying his cum deep inside you and watching it seep out onto your thighs.

He started with condoms in the beginning, but you’d notice how frustrated he seemed, how he’d quietly groan in your ear that he wished he could fill you up. Mark your cunt as his.

Without him asking, you took the initiative to get on the pill. Surprised him with it one day when he was reaching for a condom and you grabbed his arm.

“I… I’m taking the pill now.”

He had stared at you intensely, a flicker of something primal in his eyes. “…What?”

“While you were gone, I went to the doctor. Started taking it so we don’t have to… We don’t have to worry.”

That was early on in the relationship, when the trust was still being built, so Simon requested to see the pills before he fucked you raw, a true testament to his self-control because his mind was already going into a frenzy at the idea of it.

But now the trust is there, you are officially his girlfriend, and Simon cums in your pretty little cunt all he wants.

And when he comes home after a few months, he’s got a lot of it saved up for you. Refusing to fuck his hand those few weeks before coming back so he can give you just what you deserve.

It’s only evening so he is certain you’re still awake when he gets back. Not bothering to take off his boots or uniform, Simon closes the door behind him and is met with a warm, cozy home that smells like you- a scent he had grown feral trying to recreate in his mind.

You’ve been eagerly waiting on the couch for him, wearing just a pair of pajama shorts and one of his big, long-sleeve shirts. You practically run to him when he comes inside, socked-feet slipping a little against the wood floor and causing you to tumble into his arms.

“Be careful,” is the first things he says to you. Scolds, rather.

You don’t really hear him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders the best you can. He used to be hesitant about hugs, but now he’s quite the fan; loves how he can feel your breasts squish against his chest even through the uniform, and he feels how wild your heartbeat is, indicating that you’re just excited about seeing him as he is you.

Pressing your nose into his chest, Simon drops his duffel bag so he can fully embrace you.

“Missed ya,” he tells you, swallowing down the thrumming lust in his veins because he’s not sure if you’re in the mood that he is. He should be exhausted. Should undress and melt into bed without another thought. But the feel of you in his arms, that vanilla and floral scent of your shower gel that fills his senses and reminds him of how it feels to bury his face in your hair, makes him uncomfortably stiff.

“I missed you, too,” you sigh.

It’s a sweet moment, but the air quickly shifts when you feel his clothed cock press against your lower stomach. Your hug breaks slightly and you lift your head from his chest to look up at him in question.

“Don’t give me tha’ look,” he huffs. “What did you expect after three months?”

And with the way his bulge brushes against you, a soft whimper leaving your lips, Simon doesn’t have much control left. Not when he’d been saving himself for you, eager to spread you open and show him just how much he’d been thinking about you. Show you just how crazy you make him, despite all his previous efforts to keep some distance.

“Simon…” you whisper, and he’s already lifting his mask to cover your mouth with a firm, touch-starved kiss.

“I know, baby,” he mumbles into your mouth, letting his hands fall to your hips. Thinks it’s so cute how your little hands ball up the thick fabric of his shirt as you sigh into the kiss.

But he doesn’t kiss you for long.

It’s a flurry of movement, and in no time at all, Simon has his trousers bunched up at his ankles and your body pressed against the wall. He might’ve worried about being too rough with you, given how breakable you feel under his strong hands, but he’s known you long enough to know that his rough touch invites an excited gleam in your eyes and a slick warmth between your legs.

“Do you know how many times I thought about your cunt?” He demands low in your ear, keeping his body pressed close against yours. The warmth of him is consuming and the hairs on your skin stand up eagerly. His briefs are still on, barely able to keep his hard cock contained and you feel the tip of it peek out and graze against your thin shorts.

“In the middle of a fuckin’ mission,” he continues, groaning. “Miles away and your cunt still manages to distract me.”

He’s got a filthy mouth, and maybe he’s taunting you with it, but that doesn’t seem to be a concern as he fits a hand under your shorts and touches your folds. His fingers are met with the evidence of your arousal- evidence of how much of a distraction he was for you, too. Collecting some of the lubrication, his hand is soon gone so he can tug out his cock and stroke your wetness over himself.

“Thought about you, too,” you tell him weakly. Cheek to the wall, you feel his hand wrap around your hair and another hand shoves your shorts down.

It was sort of telling, how Simon had barely made it two steps into the house before you ended up with his weeping cock against your bare ass.

“Think you can take me?" he asks quietly, low and possessed. "Just like this, hm? Without my fingers getting you ready?"

You nod feebly against the wall, because you're not really sure if you can, especially since it's been awhile. But you're his girl, and you are always eager to please him. Eager to part your legs and open up for him without warning, no matter how much of a tight fit it may be at first.

He's wearing that hard skull mask of his and you feel it press against the back of your head, his warm breath in your ear as he rubs his cock against you. Everything is already slick and hot to the touch; he groans so hoarsely that you feel his chest vibrate against you.

Simon eases himself inside you and tightens his fist in your hair when he's met with resistance. "Relax for me," he orders in your ear. But you're feeling a bit overwhelmed by the thick, deep press of him.

It's not until his hands move under your oversized shirt that you feel yourself open up some more for him.

His hands are always explorative, but this time, he fixates them on your stomach as he finally manages to fit all of himself inside you. You feel stretched and sore, but his rough touch cupping your stomach and his encouraging words in your ear ease the discomfort until you feel your cunt lengthen enough to accommodate him.

"Good," he swallows, beginning to move. "That's... that's good. Feel you openin' up. I know it's been awhile, pet."

As you relax a bit, he's able to move faster. Keeping his hands on your stomach to hold you steady against his firm body, the draw of his hips languid and strong and desperate.

He's not in his right mind.

You do this to him. Make him think about things he shouldn't, like how soft and warm the skin of your stomach feels under his splayed palms. He cups and touches and rubs it, possessively, and you might have wondered what had him so obsessed with it this time more than any time before. But you're too busy whining and whimpering. Your hands pressed against the wall to absorb each powerful movement that he rocks into you.

"Simon," you manage to say.

"I've saved it all for ya," he grits out. "All my fuckin' cum. Didn't want to waste it in my hand. Wanted to... wanted to fill you up right when I got home."

"Yes, baby. Fill me up," you coax him and subconsciously jerk your hips back to meet his movements, inviting the head of him right to your cervix. It's a satisfying spot that needs attention, nestled deep inside you, and you moan out loud each time he fucks into it.

You notice his thrusts get sloppy and the sounds he makes indicate that he's close. So close... so fucking close because it's been so long, but also because Simon is deliriously rubbing your stomach and now your breasts, too, and there's something in him, something animalistic, that imagines really filling you up. Filling you up with his seed so it takes, stretches out your soft stomach, and fills your breasts with milk. You'd be marked with him in the most primal, noticeable way, and he doesn't know how or why this urge has overcome him.

He's not in control of what he's saying when he grabs your breasts and chokes out, "Gonna put a baby in you."

It's a shocking thing to hear.

But your cunt grows impossibly slicker and his words earn him a tight hug from your walls.

"That's right," he lifts up his mask just so he can bite at your shoulder. Encouraged by the clenching of your cunt, he continues. "You would like that, wouldn't ya? Letting me breed your pretty cunt?"

Breathless, wide-eyed, and about to cum, you nod and cry out, "Yes... Yes, I would like that. Give me... your baby, Simon."

It's all he needs to hear to flood your cunt with his pent-up cum, which he had saved just for this. And as he finishes in you, chest heaving and his hands still feeling over your stomach and breasts, Simon can't help but imagine that you're not on the pill this time. That his cum might really take hold. That even when he's gone, there will be evidence of him right underneath your shirt.

It's a scary (but very real) thought that he is left with even after his cock slips from you and all the cum drips down on the floor.

#for the breeding kink people #simon ghost riley x you #cod #simon riley x reader #fanfiction #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #smut #wrote this really quick because I couldn’t stop thinking about it ok

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 22 days

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The Ranger (Part 3)

Summary: The reader and Dean are in trouble as they come face to face with the person who's been pulling the strings all this time...

Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of murder/manipulation

A/N: Please enjoy the finale!

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“Stand down!” a voice shouted, holding up a closed fist. “He’s fucking feral!”

Feral? You reached a hand down between your thighs, pulling it back and grateful to find no blood. On the one hand, you were grateful Dean went feral. It was like a shit’s hit the fan reflex in an Alpha. Knots deflated instantly so pairs could escape danger. He would be stronger than five Alpha’s combined. Dean’s hair stood upright on every inch of his body, sense hyper aware of everything right now, searching of a way to protect his omega.

But going feral meant that in a few hours, Dean’s body would force him to play catch up for going into overdrive and knock him out for a while to recover. You had to find a way out of this and fast.

“Are you fucking…” said a heavy sigh, your head popping out from behind Dean. Your heart skipped when one of the men ripped off his mask. “You fucking mated him? You let this fucker knot and claim you all the way didn’t-”

“Did, did you just come in here to try and kill my mate? My Alpha? My goddamn true mate?” you growled, stepping around Dean but held back by his extended arm. “If anyone takes a step towards him, I’ll kill you myself. I don’t care if you’re my dad or not. Don’t fuck with my mate.”

“He’s your dad?” said Dean, his scent threaded with a sharp twinge of heat, like burning ash, anger pulsing with every heartbeat.

Your dad, turned his back, shaking his head. “Put on some damn clothes. We aren’t doing this right now.”

“Get these people out of my house and maybe I will,” you shot back. He grumbled but you watched as the others in the room walked out the broken front door, gathering at the far end of the front porch. The two of you dressed quickly, Dean always keeping an eye on you. Your dad grunted when he turned around, eyes narrowed at Dean. “Of course it had to be you, you sniveling little shit.”

“Dad, back off. What the fuck are you doing here?”

“He’s full of shit is what he is,” said Dean, picking you up before he stepped over the back of the couch to avoid the glass. He set you down by his side, careful to make sure you stayed behind him. “You were gonna kill your daughter’s true mate before we could cement it. The only reason I’m not dead right now is because it’d destroy her.”

“Why would you want to kill Dean? You told me he was innocent,” you said, brushing past Dean to join him at his side. He didn’t like that but he was the one in danger right now, not you. “Why?”

“Because you’re The Boss, aren’t you. You’re the one that gave out orders to my team lead for who to kill. Didn’t you?” Your dad stared at Dean, his jaw clenched. “Don’t deny it. I know there was someone above him calling the shots.”

“Listen you little shit,” he said, taking a step closer, resting his hand on his holster. “You don’t get to walk away from my business. You were all supposed to die that day but you lived. I let you live, Winchester, don’t forget that. I told the bureau you were a good kid with shitty luck to lose your whole team. I told them to help you get accepted to be a fucking forest ranger in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. I told them I’d watch out for you like the good person I am. I let you go, Dean. I let you think your little conspiracy theories were right. I was going to let you go but you just had to be her mate, didn’t you.”

“Touch her and I’ll-”

“I wouldn’t dare,” he snarled. “That’s my fucking daughter.”

He wiped a hand over his face, breathing deeply as Dean grabbed the back of your sweatpants, holding you close.

“Seeing as how killing you would make my own daughter hunt me down, I’m going to let you live.” Dean scoffed, your dad cocking his head. “Boy, don’t you think for one second if I hadn’t gotten here five minutes sooner you’d be still breathing. I won’t fuck up my own family but yours? I have no problem sending Sam and his little girlfriend a visit or your parents. You fucking work for me again and this time? You’re not hiding behind your team. You’re killing who I say when I say it.”

“No he isn’t.” You took a step forward, Dean’s grip still there. “In case you didn’t realize, those people you just threatened are my pack now. They are as much my family as you are. Dean let go of me.”

“Be careful,” he muttered, reluctantly dropping his hand. You raised your chin and took a few more steps, as close as you dared. He wouldn’t hurt you but you still couldn’t trust him.

“I know you love me, dad. If you didn’t, we wouldn’t be talking right now.” He shifted on his feet, keeping his face blank. “Today was supposed to be my day to spend with him. Today’s supposed to be the best day of my life and you stole that. He’s not a hitman. He’s my fucking soulmate and if you do not stop hurting him right this second, I will call her, call them both, and tell them everything.”

His lips parted as he took in the threat, the way you stood your ground. You honestly weren’t sure what he’d do. Clearly he wasn’t the easy going nice guy you’d always known him as which made your gut churn. But you’d deal with that later. Right now you needed this resolved.

“Well?” you asked, crossing your arms. “Am I calling them or what?”

He raised his hand and did a twirling motion with his finger. The people on the porch shared a look but you watched them retreat off into the woods. Your dad let out a long breath before crossing his arms back at you. “Alright. I will leave your…mate and his pack out of this. Happy?”

“What the fuck is going on?” mumbled Dean behind your back.

“My dad has two mates. My mom and his true mate he met a few years ago,” you said, turning around for a closet down the hallway. You ripped it open to find a broom and dustpan, happily grabbing them before tossing them at your dad. “Clean up the mess you made.”

“Y/N,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “You don’t understand the kind of liability this kid is.”

“Clean. It. Up.” He grumbled but picked up the broom, sweeping the glass into a pile near his feet. “What Dean chooses to do is not your decision to make. You’re going to live with the consequences of your actions. Unless you want me to tell mom what kind of man you are? Tell Sasha who you are before you claim her?”

“You haven’t claimed your true mate?” asked Dean, your dad turning so his back was to your both as he worked. “How the hell did you hold off?”

“Dad always said it wasn’t fair to mom since he loves them both but when he met Sasha, he was strangely against it. Seeing as we both know just how hard it is to not claim a true mate, I’m going to guess it’s something else,” you said, glancing at Dean.

“He’s on Novi-Alpha,” said Dean, shaking his head. “You can’t claim her or you’ll kill her.”

“It’s why you moved out here away from mom for a ‘covert’ job huh? You don’t want your mates near you,” you said.

“Thanks for being such a sympathetic pup to the fact I have cancer,” he said, throwing the broom down. “For the record, miss know it all, I’ve been on Novi-Alpha for a decade. The kind I have is extremely aggressive. If I stay on it, the cancer stays away. Hopefully.”

“Hey,” you snapped back, holding up a finger. “I don’t want you to be sick. I don’t want to know that you’ve been…killing people for hire for who knows how long. I am so angry with you but do not think that means I want you dead.”

“Oh? What if he wants me dead?” asked your dad, nodding towards where Dean stood beside you. “You going to let him do that?”

Yes, I would. He’d forced Dean to be part of a group that relentlessly made him to be part of their hits. Maybe he hadn’t pulled a trigger or taken a life until it was his own team but he’d participated. Helped plan, coordinate. All against his will so his family would stay safe. So yeah. Dean could walk over there and kill him this second and you wouldn’t be more than a little upset.

But you hid that gut instinct to yourself for the moment.

“This may come as a shock but I don’t like killing people unless it’s absolutely necessary.” Dean bent down, palm wrapping around the broomstick. He held it out to your dad, staring him dead on. “My friend is an oncologist. A good one. He’s the one that was giving me access to Novi-Alpha the past few years while I thought someone was hunting me.”

Dean nodded his chin, looking him up and down.

“It’s better than the basic crap your insurance covers. I could talk to him, see if we could get you on the new stuff. It might actually heal you and you could be with your mates again.”

“Why the fuck would you help me?” he asked. Dean glanced over his shoulder at you, giving him a smirk.

“You have a lot of making up to do with your daughter and your new pack family. We need you alive to do that,” said Dean. Your dad reached for the broom, Dean holding it back. “Why’d you kill in the first place?”

“Why do you think? When I was diagnosed, Novi-Alpha didn’t exist. I was trying to get money fast to pay off the house, pay that one’s student loans, make sure my family was taken care of. They didn’t know it could cure cancer when it first came out so I kept at it.”

“So you went Walter White on the situation,” said Dean, handing over the broom. “Maybe you ought to quit the business while you still have a family willing to take you back.”

Your dad pursed his lips, gaze wandering to you. “Not sure that’s possible anymore.”

“Probably not. But that’s your pup. You have two mates, one you’re overdue to claim. You owe them.” Dean turned, giving you a small smile. “You want to give him a second chance?”

“We’ll see. But first, you need to do something else for me.”

Three Months Later

“Good morning,” said your dad, hopping out of his truck as you sat on the front porch with a cup of coffee. “Surprisingly sunny today, isn’t it?”

“Yes it is, Harry,” you said, taking a long sip, eyeing him up and down. “Coffee?”

“No thanks, got some in the truck,” he said, Dean walking out the front door, adjusting his coat. “Dean.”

“Asshole,” said Dean with a smile, tilting his head. Your dad hid his frown well, Dean taking a seat across from you with his thermos. “To what do we owe the pleasure, Harry?”

“I uh, wanted you both to know I’m leaving town. I sat mom and Sasha down last week and…told them the truth about everything.” He kicked the dirt with his boot, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I was always worried about them getting along and now they’re closer than ever with how much they hate me. Guess I got what I wanted.”

“I’d try groveling,” said Dean, slurping up the steaming hot coffee with his best bitch face. “You’re starting to get good at it.”

“Yeah,” he laughed dryly, gaze shooting to you. “I need to go try to salvage something with my Omegas.”

“Sasha will let you back, eventually. She’s hardwired into you. Mom might be a different story, though,” you said.

“I just wanted you girls to be okay when I was gone,” he said as you sighed. “Sorry. I know. Not an excuse.”

“I know you’re trying but you’re going to be making up for this the rest of your life. So go try with your mates. Dean and I will be fine on our own for awhile,” you said.

“You still hate me,” he said.

“Travel safe, Harry,” you said, your dad nodding before heading back for his truck. “I heard the new Novi-Alpha strain you’re on is working better.”

“Are you happy about that?” he asked.

“I’m not unhappy.” Dean reached over to take hold of your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Call once you’ve settled in back home.”

“Take care of her,” he said, Dean humming. With that, he was gone, down the gravel driveway and you could feel Dean relax beside you.

“He won’t do anything,” you said, raising your hand and running it through his brown strands. “S’okay, Alpha.”

“I know. He makes me nervous. S’like my body remembers going feral because of him and will always be on edge.”

“I doubt he ever moves back here. Mom and Sasha are making him donate every penny he ever made from killing, volunteer, be a blood donor once he gets the all clear from his doctors, therapy, and a whole bunch of other stuff.”

“I like those two,” he chuckled, closing his eyes when you scrunched up your fingers against his scalp. “Oh, you’re making me want to go back to bed, Omega. A nice massage sounds like heaven right about now.”

“You are the sheriff. You can show up late you know,” you said, trailing your finger down the side of his cheek, tickling his jaw.

“Ugh, raincheck. I have a staff meeting at eight I’m supposed to run.” He nuzzled into your touch though, his breathing calm, steady. “Why’d you make your dad call the bureau and tell them to give me a job as a cop?”

“Because you’ll never get to go back to being an agent. Because you deserve to be able to help people how you always wanted to.” He inched closer, resting his head on your shoulder. “You never have to be The Ranger again.”

“I know,” he said, sighing against you. You frowned, reaching into his coat pocket to pull out his phone. He lifted his head when he saw you dial, watching you hold up a finger.

“Hey, Caleb, it’s Sheriff Winchester’s wife. Listen, Dean’s not feeling too great today so he’s calling in sick,” you said, Dean flashing wide eyes at you, trying to steal back the phone but you got up before he could. “Yeah it is too bad, just a touch of flu. Well he’ll be in tomorrow if he’s feeling better, alright? Take care.”

“Omega!” said Dean when you hung up, his hands on your hips as you shrugged with a smirk. “You…you…”

“Yes, sheriff?” you purred, scratching under his chin, scraping over the bonding gland in his neck. He mewled at the sensitive touch, losing the urge to turn into it. “What a good Alpha you are when you relax for me. Hopefully with Harry being gone you’ll relax more. I do love helping you relax.”

“I do like relaxing with you,” he mumbled when you squeezed his hip. “I…I still don’t like it when you call me a good person. It doesn’t feel right when I killed four people and researched how to-”

You pressed a hand to his mouth, Dean staring at you with soft green eyes.

“Think of it this way…you were doing what you had to to protect your pack, just like a good Alpha does. You are not a bad man, Dean Winchester.”

“How do you know that?” he whispered.

“Because I can feel your soul and yours is one of the best.”

“Oh, Omega,” he said, voice smooth as honey, the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls in the air. “Your soul is my favorite too.”

“Want to finally relax?” you asked, sliding your hand down to his. He laced your fingers together, smiling when he found your face.

“Yeah. I think I finally can after all this time, Omega.” He pressed a kiss to your lips, grinning through it. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Alpha.”

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frost-queen · 11 months

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To serve and protect (Reader!Graham x Leon Kennedy)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07,@melsunshine

Summary: You are Ashley's sister, taken by the Los Illuminados instead of her. When Leon rescue's you, it starts off rocky as you don't seem to like each other. While escaping together, your bond grows where you find it hard to be seperated from each other. When taken, Leon goes feral without you, doing everything in his power to save you. Found, he kisses you passionate, having needed you.

Leon sneaked in the dark corridors. A few torches lighting his way. He neared a door as he approached it slowly. Cautious he opened the door with a creaking sound. – “Y/n?” – he said peering inside through the small gap he left open. – “Y/n Graham are you in here?” – he asked pushing the door further open with his elbow. – “Y/n?” – he called out stepping into the room. His quick reflexes made it easy for him to deflect the sudden attack. Your groaning as you swung the object was a clear warning as well.

Leon moved out of the way seeing you lose your balance as the heavy candleholder hit the flooring. – “Just let me go.” – you breathed out using all your strength to lift the candleholder back up. – “Just listen.” – Leon responded as you swung at him again with a groan. He caught the object before you could hurt yourself in the process. – “Easy with that!” – he addressed throwing the candleholder to the ground. It made you gasp at his strength.

You backed away when you noticed the gun in his hand. – “My name is Leon.” – he said taking a step closer. Hitting the wall with your back, you felt there was no way out. – “I’m here on the president’s orders…” – he continued as you weren’t listening. Only thinking about one thing. Your escape. While Leon seemed to be focused on you, you glanced briefly to the side, taking a run for it.

Leon sighed deep. – “That went well.” – he said to himself. You slowed down in the corridor passing a large window. Gaze caught by something outside. Leon got in motion, quickening his pace to keep up with you. He slowed down, storming over when he found you once more. – “It is dangerous out there.” – he said approaching. – “I need you to listen to me!” – he made clear pulling hard on your elbow to turn you to him.

You moved back, forcing your arm out of his grip. – “Take a look outside pretty boy!” – you called out, gesturing at the window. Leon pushed you outside making you look bothered at him. His eyes widened brief at the sight of the angry mob outside. Torches lit as they were making their way to the entrance. – “So what’s the plan pretty boy?” – you asked with a witty glance. Leon huffed brushing past you. He walked across, looking down as he heard the door open. The angry Spanish mob entering.

He grabbed you roughly by the arm, pulling you along. You tore yourself away from him. – “Have you ever heard of a gentle approach?” – you shout-whispered to him. He smiled sarcastically with a taunting bow. – “I am sorry I didn’t know we were taking a calm stroll at this hour.” – he mocked. You threw him a childish smile to make clear he wasn’t funny at all. Leon grabbed you roughly again, squeezing hard at your arm. He let go of you by a window, looking down.

“If this is how it is going to be from now on, I’d rather not have your hands on me.” – you told him bothered. Leon looked over his shoulder to you. – “If you didn’t linger I wouldn’t have to drag you.” – he responded angering you even more. You clenched your hands with a firm stomp. Leon saluted you before dropping out of the window. Blinking surprised you stared down. – “Jump!” – Leon said gesturing for you to do so. – “Are you!” – you shouted, looking over your shoulder suddenly lowering the tone in your voice.

“Are you mental?” – you told him. – “I’ll catch you.” – he responded. – “You better!” – you answered. Feeling a bit anxious you knelt down, carefully bringing your leg over the edge. – “Today Y/n.” – Leon sighed out. You shot him a cold glare to shut the hell up. You brought your other leg over the edge sitting down. In the background you heard the mob of villagers approach. – “You better catch me Leon!” – you insisted trying to hide you were scared to the bone.

“Just jump Y/n.” – Leon responded. You closed your eyes for a second, shuffling closer to the edge. Opening your eyes, you let yourself drop down. Well aware of the fact you could hit the ground and break a few things. Leon huffed loud when he caught you. Bending a bit through his knees to ease the impact. – “Told you.” – he said with a smug face. You groaned annoyed, pushing yourself off him. Leon set you down on the ground with no protest.

He turned his head hearing the commotion inside. You yelped when he grabbed you tightly by your wrist, dragging you along. The rain clouding your vision as you were partly glad Leon was leading the way and your feet just had to follow. You gasped seeing lighted torches in the distance. – “Pick up the pace Graham!” – Leon shouted over the rain. You nodded firm, picking up the pace. Leon let go of you, holding his gun in the ready. He came to a stop as you bumped against his back, hearing him grunt annoyed.

Gasping loud you saw the mob had formed in front of him as well. Leon started shooting as you covered up your ears. Leon grunted at how many bullets these people would take before going down. It never could be simple. – “Stay close!” – Leon ordered while firing. You looked frantically around seeing the mob circling around you. – “Leon!” – you yelled. Leon turned round as you duck down. His arm swaying over your head, firing at those close to you. He groaned firing at those in front of him once more.

“They are too many!” – he cursed out. He grabbed you by the wrist once more, taking a run for it. He deflected the mob, avoiding their torches and grabby hands at you. You withheld a scream as this was too terrifying for you. Leon led you away to a bridge in the distance. The bridge wobbled under your weight, yet Leon didn’t care. He let go of you, pausing to shoot as you continued to run. Huffing and puffing loud as the rain washed your tears away.

“Over here!” – you heard loud and clear. As if your prayers have been heard. A man was holding a door open, waving you in. You looked briefly at Leon to where he was. He was still shooting. You weren’t sure to trust him but being inside was perhaps better than staying out here. You fastened your run. Looking again you saw Leon was following you. He easily caught up with you, surpassing you. He entered first, waiting by the door. – “Hurry!” – he called out, urging you to get a move on.

You jumped inside as Leon closed the door behind him. Out of breath you held your hands on your knees. Leon approached you, resting a hand on your shoulder. He lifted his head, attitude changing. –“You!” – he said angered approaching Luis. – “Hey!” – Luis said backing away. – “Listen about earlier…” – he chuckled nervous. – “Yeah about that!” – Leon shouted back, cornering him. Leon pushed Luis against the wall with his fist on his chest. Luis’s arms up.

His gaze shifted to the side. – “Hey, I see you found your missing Senorita.” – he said flirty with a smile. You approached him. – “The senorita has a name!” – you bit back. – “The name’s Y/n and who the hell are you!” – you asked. – “Luis.” – he answered, lowering his hand to take yours. Leon pushed his firmer against the wall before he could bring your hand up to his lips. Luis chuckled in pain. – “Great we all have names!” – Leon answered bothered.

“Who the hell are you? What are you doing here? ” – Leon asked. Luis chuckled. – “Those are all good questions, but you might want to check the windows.” – he said motioning with his head. Leon turned his head seeing the angry mob of villagers had found their way through the first gate. – “Y/n hide!” – Leon ordered. You looked around for anywhere to hide as there was nothing. Luis walked over to a fallen closet. – “Here help me with this.” – he asked Leon.

Leon made his way over, lifting the closet with him. You bend a bit through your knees, staring at a gap in the wall. You looked over to Leon who nodded. – “Okay…” – you said a bit uncertain, crawling into the space. – “It won’t take long.” – Leon said as Luis looked not so certain of that at him. You hummed loud as the last thing you saw was the closet being lowered, leaving you in complete darkness.

“Leon!” – you called out. Leon grunted as one of the los Illuminados grabbed a hold of him. He struggled to keep him at bay. You quickly looked around for any weapons. You saw a loose plank stick half out from the wooden platform you found yourself upon. You rushed over to it, grabbing the wood to wiggle it loose. – “Hold on.” – you said struggling a bit to get it out. Leon was fighting for dominance, punching his fist on the man’s shoulder to loosen his grip. The plank shot loose making you almost fall backwards out of balance. You came to a quick stop near the edge, having found your balance just in time.

Raising the plank you ran up to the man with it, giving him a good whack. The plank splintered after hitting the back of his head. You stared in shock at the broken plank in your hand. The man exhaled loud through his nose, turning his head to you. – “Y/n run!” – Leon shouted. You dropped the plank, backing away. The villager dropped Leon, turning his attention to you. – “Like hell you are!” – Leon spoke, lifting his chest up. He fired at the man’s legs wanting to slow him down.

You started to run over the wooden bridges boarded together by planks. Leon got up shooting more to keep him away from you. You screamed loud, jumping back when a plank broke underneath the weight of your foot. You watched as the plank pieces dropped to the ground, staring through the gap. Gasping loud you turned round seeing how close the man was.

Leon clenched his jaw jumping on his back. The villager started to sway his arms around trying to get Leon off. He wandered further as you had to move out way for them. The villager bumped against some barrels with Leon on his back. Leon grabbed his knife jamming it in his neck. He jumped off the villager, ducking and rolling to a stop.

The villager fell against the barrels again gurgling on his own blood. Leon pointed his gun at him, firing. – “Sh- “ – it was too late that Leon saw that the barrels were explosive. They exploded, a ball of fire booming up in the middle. The impact made you fall backwards. Leon stumbled down, covering his eyes up. – “Y/n!” – he immediately shouted, getting up to his feet. The fire started to thin out giving him a view of the other side. – “I’m okay.” – you answered making him sigh out of relief.

Your eyes stared at the burning bridge, slowly breaking apart. Burning planks dropped to the ground, creating an even larger gap. Leon gestured at you, not even needing to say it. Moving a bit backwards, you took a leap to jump. You jumped Leon wrapping his arms around you as he caught you. Pressing your body close to his as he had to break his fall by holding on to the railing. – “You okay?” – he asked holding you by the chin.

You nodded staring back at him. Leon’s gaze went down to your lips making his part slightly. You subconsciously leaned forward, wanting it too. Leon pressed gently on your chin, parting your lips. He swiftly moved his head to the side, hearing more. He grunted pulling you up. Taking your hand you started running again. – “Are they ever going to give us some peace?” – you called out frustrated. Leon smirked at your comment.

“Y/n!” – he said only needing to point. You nodded letting go of his hand. You went behind some barrels, using all your strength to push them. They fell as you gave them another push to send them rolling. You backed away as Leon stood already ready with his gun. You went behind him, resting your hand on his back to let him know you were near. Leon fired hitting the barrels as they caught fire. It clashed against the villagers as they exploded.

Villagers screaming loud as their bodies burned or got torn to pieces. Leon took your hand again, running away. You saw a villager beside you, ducking down. Leon moved his arm over you, shooting her down. She tipped over the edge with a scream as you straightened your posture once more. Leon and you smiling briefly at each other. Your teamwork sure had improved over the course of time. Where at first you bickered a lot with sarcastic remarks, you were now almost desperate to have the other one near.

Unable to function if the other is not in a close proximity. You started running again making your way down. You came at the next section leaving it behind you. Wandering the woods with him. Leon caught you looking a bit saddened. – “Hey you okay Y/n?” – he asked. You shrugged your shoulder a bit, deflecting his question. Leon took you by the shoulder, putting you to a stop. – “Tell me.” – he practically begged.

You took a breath, looking away. The wind was ruffling through the trees. The moon up high, lighting the tips of a castle in the distance. – “I’m…I’m just wondering if this nightmare is ever going to end.” – you confessed. It had been event after event. Starting to feel like a never-ending story. – “It will!” – Leon made clear taking your hand. – “I’ll make sure of it.” – he tilted his head, wanting you to look back at him. So you did with a faint smile. – “I promise you I’ll get you out. When this is over you’ll be with your father and sister again.” – he said as you hummed jokingly.

Your sister. You hadn’t thought about her in a while. Ashley. You wondered what it would be if she was here instead of you. She’d probably scream her lungs out at every given opportunity. Leon rested his palm against your cheek, brushing his thumb against your skin. It made you smile, unable to resist his charm. Standing still made you realize how tired you actually were. You almost collapsed as Leon caught you. Immediately worried for your state. He looked around, spotting a cabin or shed in the distance. – “We’ll rest there.” – he said helping you walk to it. He opened the door letting you sit down. You sighed exhausted.

Leon sat himself down as well, checking how many bullets he had left. He glanced to his side, seeing how you were close to falling asleep. – “You should catch some sleep.” – he suggested. – “What about you?” – you answered rubbing your eye. Leon chuckled. – “I’ll keep watch.” – he told you. You yawned crawling a bit closer to him. Leon moved his arm up so you could place your head on his lap. So you did looking up to him as he lowered his arm, hand resting on you. – “Go to sleep Y/n. I promise you nothing will get to you.” – he said. – “I know.” – you whispered back turning to your side, eyelids weighing heavily down.

Leon tapped you gently on your shoulder. You gasped loud, jumping awake. Looking at Leon you saw him bring his finger to his lips to keep you quiet. You nodded staying silent. You moved off his lap so he’d could get up. Gun in the ready. You knew the drill. Go in hiding and wait till Leon told you it was safe enough to come out. You hid behind some crates hearing rumor outside. Leon neared the window, suddenly started as the glass broke. An arm going through it as it clamped around his neck.

“Leon!” – you gasped out wanting to help him. – “No!” – he grunted so you’d stay put. He struggled to get the arm from around his neck as it was choking him. You jumped out of your skin hearing more glass break behind you. Los Illuminados creeping inside. You screamed backing away. They were swarming in, approaching you from each side. – “No!” – Leon called out going crazy. He started to punch the guy harder to let go. Two villagers grabbed you. – “Let me go!” – you called out, kicking your way out.

Leon broke free, flipping the guy over his shoulder to the ground. He fired a few shots in his head. – “I’m coming Y/n!” – he shouted firing again. You kicked and clawed your way out, but they were with too many, grabbing you. You got picked up, flung over a man’s shoulder. – “Leon!” – you cried out in a panic, slamming your fists against his back. Leon’s eyes widened shooting a way through. – “Y/n!” – Leon shouted back fighting his way over to you. He was raging, moving like a desperate mad man to reach you.

You screamed again as Leon suddenly got hit from behind. He dropped to his knees feeling lightheaded. – “Leon!” – you screamed wanting him to wake up. Leon wobbled wonky till another strike against his head send him down. Darkness falling before his eyes as your screams faded out. Leon shot awake and alert. – “Y/n!” – he called out, gun in ready. It took him a second to remember what had happened. How he got ambushed. He pressed his fist onto the ground in anger. – “I’ll make them pay!” – he said loudly.

“I’m coming for you Y/n!” – Leon got up ignoring the pounding in his head. He pushed the door open with his shoulder. His gaze went to the castle in the distance. Knowing for sure they’d keep you there. Leon clenched his jaw, checking his bullets one last time. He then made his way over to the castle. When he neared it, remained he low. Staying out of sight. – “Stay close Y/n.” – he whispered. It slipped out so naturally he even glanced over his shoulder. Once it hit him you weren’t there, he was overcome with sadness.

He had gotten so used to your presence now, he missed it even more now. Determination rising, he hurried his way inside the castle. – “Hang on Y/n.” – he mumbled to himself as he entered. Leon fought his way in. Killing Los Illuminadios after another. No foe too great stood in his way to reach you. He held one cloaked figure down with his foot. – “Where is she?” – he shouted pointing his gun down. – “Where is Y/n!” – he demanded to know.

The cloaked figure squirmed underneath his grip. Leon grunted loud, jamming his knife in his eye. He wasn’t waiting around for an answer. If he had to tear this place apart, brick by brick he would just to find you. – “Y/n where are you?” – he shouted kicking a cloaked figure over the balcony down. Firing again he went onwards. Nothing could stop him from reuniting with you. His mission, his task, his bullet to his gun. Running with the sound of war, he fought his way through the castle. No enemy able to hide or run from him.

Leon threw a grenade down the hall. It blew up, cloaked figures and stone wall flying around. Leon pressured on in search for you. He came near a door hearing voices come through it. – “Y/n!” – he shouted, kicking the door in. His eyes widened seeing you tied up on your knees. Blood smeared on your face in a symbolic way. – “Leon!” – you cried out in agony. Leon grunted. – “Let her go you sick bastards!” – he shouted.

The cloaked figures around you leaped at him. Leon started firing. One remained by your side, pulling your head back. It only fueled Leon’s anger more. Leon demolished the place and took his vengeance out on the cloaked figures. He ran up to the last one by you, kicking him back. Leon jumped on him, taking pleasure in carving his knife across his neck. The cloaked figure started to choke on his blood as Leon pressed the knife into the cut. Panting loud as he pushed the knife deeper into his throat.

He dropped his knife, clattering to the floor out of breath. – “Leon!” – you called out. Leon sucked in a breath, hurrying himself over to you. – “What have they done to you?” – he whispered wiping the blood off your face. You started crying at his return. – “I knew you’d come for me.” – you cried out. – “Always.” – Leon whispered grabbing you by the chin. He shut his eyes kissing your lips deeply.

You kissed him back, struggling against the ropes around your wrists as you wanted to hold him. Leon’s kiss was full of passion as you felt it burn through your lips. He grasped for air letting his forehead rest against yours. – “Don’t separate from me ever again.” – he said staring at your lips eager to kiss you again. He left a tender kiss on your lips. – “What about when this is over?” – you questioned. You hadn’t really thought about the after. What would happen then. Leon’s expression tensed. – “I’ll figure something out. I just can’t breath without you Y/n.” – he responded kissing you once more.

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catierambles · 6 months

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Feral Instincts Ch.30

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1074

Warnings: mentions of blood and injury

They pulled up to the house in a quiet neighborhood, Sy parking half on the curb as Geralt's bike slid to a stop, August’s SUV parked out front right where the tracker said it would be. Getting out, they ran up the walk, hearing a crash from inside. August didn't pause, kicking the door in and they rushed inside.

"Steph!" August called out and there was another crash from deeper in the house. Running towards the sound, they stopped, seeing the wolves locked in combat. Jordan's was a dark blonde color and massive, but his fur was streaked with blood from bites and tears along his back, flank, and muzzle. He was tackled by Stephanie's, her wolf smaller than his, but her bite was strong as she sank her teeth into his shoulder and brought him down. He rolled, knocked her off and they came at each other again, paws swiping and teeth snapping. She went low as he went high, catching him around the throat and slamming him to the floor on his back. He shifted back, the fur retreating, and he pushed against her, fought to free himself, trying to dislodge her teeth from around his throat. She suddenly wrenched and blood sprayed, bone snapping.

"Steph." Sy said and she whipped around to look at them, the piece of gore falling from her mouth to land wetly on the floor. Her eyes were wild, enraged, and her lips pulled back from blood stained fangs in a growl.

"Easy." Walter said, his voice low. "Easy sweetheart. It's us." She couldn't seem to hear them, advancing on them slowly, her body low to the floor as her hackles raised, her ears pinning back. They could see blood on her fur, and it wasn't all Jordan's. "You're injured, love." He took a step towards her, but backed up as she snarled at him.

"Steph," Sy said, "Come back to us, darlin'."

"Listen to us, Princess." August said.

"Stephanie." Geralt said, "Don't let us lose you to this." She suddenly stopped, shaking her head, and her body relaxed before she let out a low whine, limping over to them.

"Baby." Sy said as she nearly collapsed at their feet, shifting back. Ragged gashes and deep punctures littered her back and shoulders and they knelt, Sy's hands hovering over her.

"Sy…" She said, her voice a pained whine, and August came back with a blanket, laying it over her and wrapping her in it before gathering her in his arms, picking her up. "Are Mike and Albert okay?"

"We can talk about that later, sweetheart." Sy said, brushing blood streaked hair away from her face. "Let's get you outta here first."

"Cleanup crew is on its way." Geralt said, putting his phone back in his pocket, "I'll wait for them. Take her home."

"No!" She reached for him, grabbing his jacket. "Don't leave me, please. None of you, please. I need all of you, I need to know you're okay."

"I'll call Leon when we get in the truck." August said, "Council is just going to have to fucking deal that Lewis is a corpse."

She was quiet on the drive back, curled up in the blanket on August's lap, her fingers twisting in his shirt as he carried her into the cabin, Walter having driven his truck back to the cabin so August could tend to Stephanie.

"You need to get this blood off of you." He said and she nodded. He carried her into the bathroom, sitting her down on the toilet as he started the shower, pulling his clothes off and unwrapping her from the blanket when the water reached a suitable temp. The hot water irrigating her injuries made tears come to her eyes and he held her against his chest as she sobbed, the water swirling deep red then pink then clear around the drain. He washed the blood out of her hair with gentle movements, making sure to rinse it thoroughly and he didn't fail to notice the fresh silver wounds around her wrists.

When she was clean, he shut off the shower, toweling her off gently before wrapping her in it and one around his hips. He waited as she brushed her teeth quickly, getting the blood out of her mouth, before picking her up again and bringing her down to the living room where Walter and the others had made something of a nest, moving the couch and recliners aside and piling blankets and pillows on the floor.

"I killed him." She said as they laid there, and the smallness to her voice broke their hearts, Geralt’s arm tightening around her waist as he held her back against his chest. "He hurt Mike, Albert, and Sy, so I killed him."

"You did."

"I didn't--I didn't stop to think, I just did it because he hurt them." She said, "Am I--am I a monster?"

"No, sweetheart." Walter said, their hearts breaking a little bit more, "You're an Alpha. He hurt your Mates, he hurt your pack, but it should have been us. Not you."

"I'm sorry I didn't wait for you."

"It's not that." August said, "We know death. Sy with the Army, Walter with the police, Geralt with being a Tracker, and me with…well, what I did with the Agency and for the Council. We know death, we've taken lives. We’re not angry it wasn’t us, baby, we just didn't want you to know it too. We wanted to protect you from that."

"I didn't care what happened to me." She said, "I didn't care if I died too. I needed him to pay for what he had done to them."

"You protected them." Geralt said, "You left with Lewis to protect Mike and Albert, and you made sure he would never hurt them or anyone else ever again."

"Council is going to be pissy." She said, "They wanted him alive."

"They'll get over it." August said, “Steph, I have to know. How did you know to take my truck?”

“What do you mean?”

“How did you know the Council gave it to me and it has a tracker in it?” He asked and she tilted her face up to look at him.

“I didn’t.” She said, “I just grabbed the first keys I saw. It has a tracker in it?” There was a beat of silence before they gave soft laughs, August pressing his lips to her forehead.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #walter marshall #august walker #hellraiser mike #geralt of rivia #feral instincts

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disfordevineaux · 11 months

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What's kind of phone I think each Carmen Sandiego character has:

Carmen: That limited edition red iPhone that came out a few years ago. Because it is red, along with a red case with a red pop socket on the back that keeps.falling.off. It's also mysteriously in perfect condition?

Player: A Google Pixel because he doesn't want to conform to the status quo of phone brands and claims he made it 'hack proof'. He sticks by it and claims it's better than any iPhone or Samsung on the market, but it's really not. And he knows that, we all know that. And no phone case because he literally can't find one for it because no one has a Google Pixel. So why make phone cases for a phone no one has?

Shadowsan: They got him an iPhone 12 Pro, big enough for him to use and see the screen because he has to view it from a distance as, and I quote 'The phone lights make his eyes blurry.' It also had one of those wallet cases mums have on their phones. He left it behind when he went on his sabbatical and got a Nokia brick and an international sim plan just for calls.

Zack: The most disgusting, feral, warped, sticky, crusty and shattered iPhone 6 in white you have ever witnessed in history yet it works completely fine despite the glass you find lodged in your finger when you use it and the centre button that is just an empty hole to the motherboard. REFUSES to get a new one because he doesn't want to lose the headphone jack and claims that apple removing it in the first place was cash grab and he will have no part in it. And honestly dam right zack I am with you there my man stay strong King xx

Ivy: She has a custom made franken-phone that is made up of various parts from all brands across the board. Alot of the parts donated from Devineaux's pile of fallen soldiers that met their doom between the 18-24 months he was actively chasing Carmen/VILE before VILE fell. Literally a beast and has a military grade case that she also crafted which she had tested. It is literally military grade, she has a certificate and everything.

Julia: Currently, a Lavender Samsung Ultra 23 256gb storage. She got it mostly for the cool pen it comes with, and because it's lavender. She updates her phone model every 2 years and sells the latter for almost the same price she bought it for because she keeps it in pristine condition. She's only ever cracked a phone once and it shook Julia to her core. It looked horrific in her opinion, the hair line crack so bad it made her gag when she brushed her finger over it. So now she always has a nice, strong silicone pastel purple case and screen protector over her phone which she cleans regularly.

Chase: He went through 6-7 phones during the 18-24 months while chasing Carmen/VILE before VILE fell. Before then and now after, he had whatever the latest phone was the year he got it regardless of the brand, about every 2-4 years or until it kicked the bucket. During that 18-24 months, he'd walk into a phone store, ask for the latest thing, and be on his way. Most of them died in his care before he even had the chance to take the back plastic off. Now, he's in far fewer situations that indanger his life or phone. Or if he is, takes the moment to hand his phone and wallet to whoever is nearby for safe keeping because he really likes the new one Julia picked out for him (which is just the same model as hers but black). Julia also being the one who made him get a case. He had no idea that phones came with their own clothing options.

Chief: Only uses holograms. But has a landline??????????????

Zari: She once owned a black Samsung A20 with a yellowing clear case back in 2015 before she was declared missing at sea? That's all the information I can get on it my sources tried their best sorry.

Brunt: Doesn't need it because she can project her voice across vast distances. Get her a rolled TV guide and she can blast your message from one side of America to the other 🇺🇸 yeehaw and also because she's scared those 5g mega hd3g Max phone microwave rays will melt her brain if she gets one of those flat things and slaps it to her face like an genz zombie.

Bellum: Has 17 Ipads all with different cases on them.

Cleo: She has other people do that phone thing for her so she isn't sure what kind of phone she has and I don't know either.

Maelstrom: A telepathic link chip he had installed into his brain to connect to cell towers. It doesn't really work... Or do anything... But it's in there so.... Yeah?

Dash: A Samsung flip BECAUSE ITS JUST AS PRETENTIOUS AS HE IS and so he can snap it shut to prove a point. He's been through like 10 of them because he snaps them closed too slay-ily damaging it. No case because I have no idea how you'd even get a case for it?? Like it folds? I don't know.

Paper Star: Lives off grid.

Sheena: A white iPhone 11 with a gold trim case that has a huge crack down the front. The back glass is completely shattered, but it doesn't stop her from endlessly scrolling through those insta reels about reviewing different tanning lotion brands.

Crackle: An oily iPhone with the most humongous case you've ever seen. You could drop it and it would bounce around like a ping pong ball. The grease that covers the lens gives his selfies an air brushed vibe to them that he just loves.

Mimebomb: An invisible 1970s orange rotary phone.

Neal: That mystic purple conch shell with the pull string from that one spongebob episode that answered questions or something. You know what I'm talking about don't make me pull up a picture.

Topo and Chev: They share one phone so covered in stickers you can't even tell what kind it is but its probably an iPhone. It's filled with couples selfies and can only work when permanently charging so it's always connected to a power bank that is also covered in stickers. Ugh.

#tag yourself Im the invisible 1970s orange rotary phone #i was bored and inspired by my new phone #Carmen Sandiego #disfordevineaux #chase devineaux #julia argent #cs 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #carmen sandiego 2019 #cs ivy #cs zack

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chaiiitime · 1 year

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Plaything

Daniel is not happy after the sprint at the Austrian Grand Prix.

Warnings: 18+, language, mentions of sex, dubious consent

Note: repost from my previous blog

“Let me see what I can do in clean air”

“Daniel, we’re looking at it, we’re looking at it. I’ll get back to you.”

Daniel’s anger had been mounting since lap 13 of this fucking sprint so much that when Tom came on the radio at the end to inform him that he was P12, he barely managed to be civil. What he had really wanted to do was to unleash all his frustrations on the radio, to let everyone know what he really thought, but he knew with the media frenzy about his future right now, that this was not the right way to go.

So he kept his mouth shut, went through parc ferme procedures trying to get himself under control. He’d played the team player game for too long and he’d had enough of it now.

He made his way to the the motor home, going up the steps to the engineering room. He was absolutely fuming, ready to tell the strategy team exactly where they could stuff their fucking strategies. The room was empty save for one lone figure sitting at one of the computers. Great, it was Sarah or whatever her name was, Daniel couldn’t care less. She was part of the strategy team and outside of engineering meetings, he had never interacted with her much.

She looked up as Daniel abruptly threw his helmet on one of the tables. “Where’s Andreas or Randy?”

“I think they’re in the hospitality suite. Is there something I can help you with?” Something in the calm modulation of her voice made Daniel snap.

“Is there something you can help me with?” He bit out as he advanced on her “Is there something you can help me with? What do you fucking think,huh?” He spat as he towered over her.

Daniel knew he should probably step back and leave. Go hide in his driver’s room till he had himself under control. But he was bleeding dry here. He didn’t put his blood and tears into this sport, into this team for him to be asked to roll over for his teammate. He was not losing to a kid again.

“Daniel, you need to calm down. If this is about the decision to not swap positions during the sprint, we can discuss this once you’ve cleared your head” Daniel was so done. He was sick of people always treating him as the nice guy, as if he was meant to always accept what was dished out to him. His hand shot out, grabbing her good-girl ponytail and twisting. He pulled till she was looking him in the eye.

“Daniel, please step back. You’re overstepping your bounds” Sarah tried to keep her voice calm and measured but the truth was that she was scared. In the time she’d known him, she had never seen him this angry. Daniel had a hard glint in his eyes, his features sharpened in anger. His mouth twisted in a feral smile.

“I’m done with being nice” his other hand came up to grip her jaw tightly, painfully “tell me what I should do for you lot to listen to me one fucking time.” He used his hold on her to pull her even closer. Sarah was suddenly painfully aware of his hard body against hers. She could smell his drying sweat, could feel his hot ragged breath on her face. To her shame, she could feel her body responding to the base animality in him.

She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped as her breath came in quick shallow puffs. Daniel could see her pupils were blown wide open, could feel her heaving chest against his. He zeroed in on her parted lips, watched as her tongue briefly shot out to lick her bottom lip.

“You little freak”, he let out a mean laugh “you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He watched as she flushed red, as she tried to shake her head no. His fury began to abate, becoming sharper, more precise. She became the perfect focus for his rage. So what if he got fucked over by the team every race weekend, here he had the upper hand. He let that dark side of him, the one that punched holes through walls, the one that he tried so hard to leave behind in his Red Bull days, take over.

He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, once, twice, each time more forceful. He was going to have fun playing with her.

Sarah turned her head to the side, trying to break from his grip on her jaw. She placed her hands on his chest and tried to push him away. Her futile attempts seemed to amuse him.

“Please step away”

Daniel tsked at her and tightened his hold on her. “Who are you trying to fool, little girl? Don’t pretend like I’m not going to find you soaking wet right now if I put my hands down your panties”

He snaked his hand down between their bodies, flicked the button on her slacks open and slipped his hand into her panties. He dragged two of his fingers through her slick folds, gathering her arousal on the pads of his fingers. Sarah couldn’t help that involuntary jerk of her hips as his fingers brushed against her clit. She should have been scandalised as he brought his hand up and painted her lips with her arousal. He dipped his head and sucked at her bottom lip, biting down hard on it. She gasped and Daniel slipped his tongue past her lips. The kiss was brutal. It was meant for Daniel only to take his pleasure from it. He slid his hand down to her throat, applying pressure to tilt her head uncomfortably backwards as he continued to plunder her mouth, his hips mimicking the thrust of his tongue.

Just as it started, the kiss ended abruptly. Sarah stumbled backwards into the table, gasping for breath. Not giving her time to recover, he gripped her hips and flipped her around. He pushed her panties and trousers over her hips, down to her knees. He kicked her legs as far as her slacks would let him. He pressed his hands between her shoulder blades, bending her slightly over the table.

Daniel gave a satisfied huff. He had her exactly where he wanted. He rucked up her team polo to below her arms and pulled down the lacy cups of her bra. He grunted as her tits filled his hands. He squeezed and fondled them before pushing two of his fingers into her mouth. “Make them nice and wet” he ordered. She had no other option but to obey, swirling her tongue around them. Daniel pushed them further into the back of her throat, feeling smug as she gagged on them. Fuck, her mouth would feel so good around his cock.

Later, he promised himself. He pulled his fingers out, swirling them around her nipples and watched as they puckered even further in the air conditioned air. Sarah watched as he pinched and pulled at her nipples, feeling like there was a live wire between her breasts and center. She moved her hips restlessly, trying to relieve the ache in her core.

She jumped as Daniel suddenly rained down a series of slaps on her arse, each one harsher than the other. “You’re so fucking needy” he hissed. Sarah could feel her ass smarting and her face burned in humiliation at her own neediness. She felt his knuckles brush against her ass as he freed himself from his fireproofs. She wanted to look at him but Daniel roughly pushed her further down onto the table. She braced herself for his thrust but he surprised her as he rubbed himself against her clit.

He held himself in his hand as he dragged his cock through her folds and just as she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he finally notched himself at her entrance and gave a few shallow thrusts. He laughed darkly at her whimpers as he withdrew. He cut her off with two well-times slaps to each of her ass cheeks. She pushed her hips back into him, trying to find some kind of relief. One of his hands stilled her movements while the other reached out to grip her chin and turned her head around.

“Beg me” he ordered, relishing her squirm.

“Please, please Daniel”

“Please what? I want you to say it” his features well pulled tight in sadistic pleasure as he spat the command at her.

It was maybe at this point that Sarah should have gathered whatever was left of her dignity and leave, but whatever line there was had been crossed a long time ago. She could feel her inner muscles clenching around nothing. She desperately needed him inside of her. She couldn’t care less that anyone could walk in at anytime and see her like that. She didn’t stop to think about the repercussions that this might have on her career. “Please please fuck me Daniel!”

Daniel felt a rush of power at her sobs, at the litany of pleas still falling from her lips. He gripped himself in hand and slapped his dick once, twice against her clit before thrusting into her. He leaned over her, gathering her undone ponytail in his fist and whispering nasty things in her ears, getting mean and letting out all his frustrations.

The room filled with the vulgar sound of their flesh slapping together, the wet squelch of her pussy. Daniel didn’t hold anything back, fucking into her, hitting that magical spot inside of her. Sarah tried to find purchase on the table as her nipples rubbed almost painfully on the table top. She felt the bow string inside of her tighten even further, reaching its breaking point. She reached back, grabbing onto Daniel’s hand that was on her hip, her fingers digging into his skin as she felt her orgasm start to break.

Daniel looked down almost enraptured at his handprint on her ass, at his dick, covered in her juices, entering her. Somewhere, at the back of his mind, it clicked that he had forgotten to wear any protection, that he should pull out before he started coming. But fuck him, she was milking him so deliciously it would be a pity to miss out on that. His movements became more erratic as he started coming. He buried his face into the curve of her neck and bit hard, prolonging both of their orgasms.

Sarah winced as Daniel pulled out, feeling his cum drip out of her. Daniel stumbled backwards. He quickly tucked himself back into his fireproofs.

“Fuck” he rubbed a hand over his face. The enormity of what he’d done hit him as he looked at Sarah. She flinched as he reached out to steady her. His hands trembled as he helped her right her clothes. She wouldn’t meet his eyes and Daniel couldn’t blame her. He knew he had forced himself onto her and he had to face the repercussions of his actions.

“Sarah, I’m sorry” he stumbled over his words, “did I hurt you?” What he really wanted to ask was whether what they’d just done was consensual, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words for fear of what the answer might be.

Sarah gave a mirthless laugh, “you don’t have to worry. I was a pretty willing participant towards the end”

As she walked away, Daniel felt even worse than he did when he came in here.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo fanfic

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cassetteinability · 26 days

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“Shhh… don’t let mom hear” 608 words

@microcest

Ginny knew she was being stupid, sauntering down the stairs in next to no clothes, but every time Charlie visited The Burrow, all inhibition went out the window.

The way he had grown into an adult, all firm muscles and deft hands… she didn’t stand a chance against him.

She trailed down the stairs, dodging every creaky step until she was in the sitting room, her older brother asleep on the patchwork sofa. He was covered in nothing but a threadbare blanket, his shirtless chest exposed to the warm evening air.

Ginny wasted no time in making her way over to him, immediately darting her tongue out and swiping it over his pink nipple. She watched as his body erupted in goosebumps before leaning over to swipe her tongue over the other one as well.

“Gin?” Charlie asked, voice gruff and sleepy and so fucking sexy.

“Shhh,” she crooned, climbing over him and straddling his lap. She pulled the blanket out from between them and tossed it to the side. “It’s me.”

Leaning forward, Ginny pressed her lips to his neck, laving over his throat and the curve of his adam’s apple. She hummed softly as his hands made their way to her hips and squeezed gently.

“What are you doing?” Charlie asked, pushing against her now.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Ginny whispered, grinding her hips down — rubbing her bare pussy against the thin fabric of his underwear. She could feel how hard her brother was now, even just moments out of sleep. “I want you.”

“Ginny,” he said, voice stern. He shook his head. “You can’t. We — I’m your brother.”

“I don’t care,” Ginny replied, and she didn’t. It almost made her want him more, knowing that he loved her. That she was safe. She reached behind herself and slipped her hand under the waistband of Charlie’s underwear, wrapping her fingers around his cock before he had a chance to protest any further.

“Ginny, stop,” he said, pushing at her hips again. She only stroked his cock harder, smiling to herself at the fact that he was only getting harder under her grip.

“Shhh,” Ginny said again. “Don’t let Mum hear.” She inched backward until she was poised right over his cock, sitting down slowly as his length sunk into her easily.

Charlie groaned beneath her, and Ginny grinned.

“Your cock feels so good inside me, Charlie,” Ginny moaned, leaning forward and running her tongue over his upper lip.

“Do you, ah, fuck all of your brothers like this, Gin?” Charlie asked, head falling back.

Ginny shook her head, even though he wasn’t watching. “Just you,” she admitted.

Charlie’s eyes snapped open, his pupils blown wide. He looked feral now, possessive, and Ginny liked that.

He grabbed her hips tighter and began fucking into her more roughly, his hips bucking off the couch as hard as he could. Ginny ran a hand down her torso until her fingertips were brushing her clit.

Her body was trembling, and she knew she was going to come.

She moved her fingers more quickly over herself, chanting her brother’s name as her orgasm crashed over her — Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.

Almost instantly, Charlie was falling right over that edge too, spilling deep inside of her.

Suddenly, there were padding footsteps moving toward them, feet making contact with every creaky step in The Burrow.

Ginny pulled on a coat and ran to the kitchen, while Charlie pulled the blanket back over himself. She took down a glass and put it under the tap with absolutely no time to spare.

“Hey, Mum. Did I wake you?” Ginny asked. “I just needed some water.”

#microcest #Ginny x Charlie #weasleycest #dubcon #Molly would see right through her stupid coat but that’s okay #Harry Potter #Harry Potter fanfic #Harry Potter fanfiction

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raddocwrites · 5 months

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SNW drabbles

Angst is a friend I know well

Doctor Mbenga and nurse chapel rushed over. Mbenga grabbed his tricorder and quickly scanned his patient. His eyes narrowed. “Her vitals are dropping.” It wasn’t a question but his expression made it into one.

Una felt the words strike her in the chest. She wanted to demand answers but she didn’t want to take attention away from where it belonged-la’an.

Chapel frowned. She looked at the monitors, down to la’an, then at her own tricorder. “The unidentified substance in her blood. Its proliferated.”

Una gut twisted painfully. “What does that mean?” she asked sharply, breathlessly.

Mbenga and chapel seemed to communicate without speaking as they stared at each other. Chapel quickly took a hypospray of la’ans blood and turned towards her lab.

“It means we need to figure out what is causing her systems to…depress.”

Una watched every move the doctor made as he assessed la’an, administered hyposprays, scanned her with his tricorder. His face didn’t change but his mouth tightened at la’ans lack of response. The longer he went without saying anything, the more desperate una felt. She shifted and he finally looked at her. “We will figure this out,” he said calmly. But his eyes told a different story.

Una felt dread sit leaden in her stomach. She wanted to believe him. She knew he and chapel had created miracles over and over. But this was la’an.

Doctor Mbenga left before she had a chance to say anything. Una watched him go and felt a part of herself threaten to break free. She leaned over la’an. She tenderly brushed her hand against la’ans cool cheek. She grit her jaw. La’an couldn’t die. She just couldn’t! Ever since una had pulled the tiny, half feral girl from that liferaft, la’an was a fighter. A survivor. The thought that la’an might actually die…

Unas gut clenched and she pursed her lips. She leaned over her friend and cupped la’ans too cool cheeks in her hands. She stroked softly with her thumbs. “La’an,” she tried. She waited patiently, hopefully.

There was no reply. La’an didn’t move or react in any way. Unas gut coiled tighter. It was so wrong. La’an always responded to her touch.

Unas hands dropped to the biobed. It was wrong. So wrong. Her breathing was too fast all of the sudden. She grabbed onto la’ans sickbed and squeezed as hard as she could. She barely noticed the metal bending under her fingers.

No. Una refused to let this happen. It couldn’t happen. Wouldn’t.

Una swallowed and grit her teeth again. she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to la’ans cool forehead. She let her lips linger for several seconds, trying to imbue la’an with everything that una was feeling. The hope. The desperation. The love.

Finally, she pulled back and whispered, “Im not going to let you die, la’an. I promise.”

Una rose slowly and went to the lab where chapel and Mbenga worked furiously. She eyed them a moment before she asked. “So, what is doing this to la’an. I thought the surgery went well.” Her voice was carefully neutral.

“It did,” Mbenga stated, holding out his hands for emphasis. “But there was a contaminant in la’ans blood. We thought it would resolve with the antibiotics.”

“Instead, it went into overdrive and is now flooding la’ans systems.” The nurse didn’t look up from where she was working feverishly.

Una nodded as she sidled closer to the lab table and casually picked up a hypospray. “But what is it doing?” She eyed the doctor evenly.

“It…is causing all of la’ans organs to shut down.”

Unas nostrils flared but she gave no other reaction to the news. “So, what can we do about it?”

Mbenga flicked his eyes towards chapel who worked frenetically and gave a small shrug as he held out his hands. “We are keeping la’an stable as we search for a cure.”

Una nodded slowly. She shifted closer to the monitor with chapels results on it. It had the chemical compound displayed in a way even una could understand it. “And how is that going? Finding a cure?” Her voice was steady, poised.

Chapel groaned and it was response enough for una. She clenched her jaw once then nodded towards the screen. “And that’s it there? The toxin?”

Doctor Mbenga nodded. “Yes. We believe that the animal might have had a slow acting venom that was undetected by the biofilters.”

Una just nodded again as she adjusted the dials on the hypospray. After several heartbeats she looked back up. She squared her shoulders and drew in a breath. “So how long does she have?” she asked, her voice hard.

Mbenga frowned, at the question and at the way una was suddenly holding the hypospray with such determination. “At the current rate of degradation…about three hours.”

Una nodded then swiftly injected herself.

Nurse chapel cried out in alarm and doctor Mbenga lunged forward. But it was too late. Una just smiled as the hypospray was stripped from her hand and inspected.

Doctor Mbenga looked, his eyes wide. “Una. What have you done?” his voice was quiet but filled with anguish.

Una shrugged. She felt a sudden flush and nausea burned in her belly. “You have three hours to find a cure. Or I will.”

Mbenga shook his head. He slowly rested a hand on unas forearm. “And if your Illyrian system doesn’t counteract this poison?”

Una gave a humorless smile. “Then it wont be my problem anymore.” She turned and headed back to where she belonged. Next to la’an. Because if there was even a chance she could save la’ans life. She had to take it. Una refused to live in a world where la’an didn’t exist. Where la’an wasnt a part of her life.

Una groaned as she broke out in cold sweat. She took la’ans hand. She noted numbly that both of her hands were still coated in la’ans blood. Una knew she should care about that. But at the moment, all she cared about was la’an opening her eyes again.

La’an lay motionless on the biobed. Her chest barely seemed to rise and for a moment, una feared she wasn’t breathing.

Una shivered violently and stroked a hand over la’ans hair. She still gripped la’ans too cold hand with her other. She leaned forward and pressed another kiss to la’ans forehead. She suppressed a tremor.

La’ans eyes were still behind their lids. Her dramatic eyeshadow was even more fierce and intimidating than usual against her ashen skin.

Una wasn’t sure how long she sat, stroking la’ans hair and holding her hand. Time seemed to freeze and pass in the blink of an eye at the same time. The interminable waiting was still better than the agonizing alternative.

But. Eventually. Finally. Every part of una burned as her immune system at last kicked in. She hunched protectively over la’an, insuring the chimeral antibodies transferred to the Lt as well.

After several seconds, una stopped glowing. She leaned forward and took la’ans face in both hands. She searched every inch her friends face, rubbing her cheeks insistently. “La’an,” she called determinedly. She held her breath, barely daring to breathe.

“La’an!” una called again. She couldn’t help but shake la’an gently. “Please. Please. Please,” she whispered desperately. Her eyes roamed over la’an, looking, waiting, hoping for any sign. Her fingers didn’t stop stroking la’ans cheeks. “Please, la’an,” una practically begged.

Una grit her teeth. She shook her head and refused to accept anything less than la’an coming back to her. She drew in a breath and managed to make her tone as commanding as possible. “La’an. You will open your eyes,” she ordered.

She waited. Not breathing. For what felt like an eternity.

La’an coughed and her head twitched to the side. Or would have if una hadn’t still been cupping la’ans face. Slowly, painfully. La’an opened her eyes.

Una sagged into the biobed as she let out a half sob. She brought her forehead to rest against la’ans as her hands couldn’t decide if they wanted to stroke la’ans cheeks or repeatedly tuck the hair behind la’ans ears or something else entirely. She stared into her friends eyes and those dark, endless depths finally stared back at her.

“La’an,” she breathed.

La’an grimaced then managed a small smile. “Hey, chief,” she whispered.

Una did sob at that. She wrapped her arms around la’an and drew her into a fierce hug. She held on as tight as she could and never wanted to let go. “La’an,” she breathed again, convinced that, in that moment, everything was right in the world.

#star trek strange new worlds #una chin riley #number one #la'an noonien singh #christine chapel #joseph m'benga #drabbles

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moldy-mold · 1 year

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Challengeshipping for Year of the OTP - January A combination of artwork + writing!

Kaito and Ryoga arrive at the meetup before Yuma does. They finally have a talk.

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“It’s time you stay out of this, Kaito. None of this even concerns you.”

Kaito’s eyes narrow at Ryoga, who avoids making eye-contact. They were alone waiting for Yuma to arrive for their rendezvous at sunrise. Obviously, he will be late.

Ryoga’s offhanded comments are a common occurrence. In fact, every time they see each other, they both feel the need to squabble. This isn’t anything new, and yet it feels different this time.

“And you expect me to listen to you?” He always has to say something back.

“No one asked you to join us, and we don’t need your help. So, it’d be better if you’d just stay here this time,” Ryoga says flatly, still looking away.

Perhaps the constant bickering wore Kaito’s patience thin. He had always brushed off these comments as simply banter among the three of them, thinking it was just Ryoga’s way of being... himself. But Yuma isn’t here and the tension is heavier than he would like. Doubt begins to flood his mind, flowing from the root of his distress.

“Do you really hate me that much? Because of what I did to you?” Frustration bleeds into his tone.

Ryoga finally looks up to meet his piercing, icy gaze. Clearly, he somehow opened up a can of worms. “What the hell are you talking about? I’ve forgotten all about that, so why are you bringing that up now all of a sudden?”

Kaito scoffs. It’s hard to believe Ryoga would forget the night Kaito sent him into a coma.

“You don’t trust me. I’ve stood in your way in the past and you know full well I won’t hesitate to do it again. So, you’re right. I should just handle things myself as I’ve always done.”

Ryoga is utterly astonished—and irritated—at what he’s hearing, but he tries, “That’s not what I meant! This isn’t something you can just jump into. Think about this for a sec, will you? Listen, I-I just don’t want you-”

“Since when have you stopped to think about anything before jumping in? Maybe if you did, you wouldn’t end up getting hurt so many times!” He shouts, but not at Ryoga. He is blaming himself.

The calm and collected Kaito he knew was nowhere to be seen. Ryoga curses himself for not being more eloquent with his words because he feels as though he is starting to lose him.

Kaito may be an excellent duelist, but at the end of the day, he’s just an ordinary human, that much is true. To face this crisis alone is asking for death. If Kaito went and got himself killed, Yuma would never forgive him. And… what about him? What was Kaito to him?

As Kaito turns to walk away, Ryoga catches the subtle hurt in his expression. Without thinking, he grabs onto his arm.

Year of the OTP ◇ January ◇ First Kiss

Omg, I can’t believe I wrote something (feral Moldy is real). I’ve never written anything outside of a script before but I just don’t have time/patience to draw a whole comic for one scene lol!

I have no details on when/where this happens in the canon timeline. :)

#zexal #challengeshipping #my art #yugioh #year of the otp #kaito tenjo #ryoga kamishiro #challenge

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Rambunctious Middle Blocker - Satori Tendou

Pairing - Satori Tendou x f!reader

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 1,129

Notes - sorry not sorry that ive been writing so much for tendou lmao. i do love him tho. has to be one of my favorite characters in haikyuu

She could’ve sworn she was almost there, so how the hell did she end up halfway across the school? “Dammit.” She looked at the gym knowing damn well that it wasn't her math class and she sighed, looking over the map she was given at the entrance. Why did Shiratorizawa Academy have to be so damn big?

She was so stuck in her own head that she didn't even notice the six foot man in front of her, causing her to slam right into him. He just giggled and readjusted her. “Woah there,” she looked up to find a boy with bright red hair and wide eyes, his smile almost creepy. “You okay?” She nodded and took a step back, her face going red from embarrassment. He looked at the map that was in her hand and snatched it from her. “You lost?” “Uh…” she took the map back and shoved it in her bag. “A little.” “Where do you need to go?” “I'm trying to find my math class.” “Well, I'm just going to tell you now, you are very far off.” She giggled a little, shifting on her feet. “I think I figured that out when I saw the boys playing basketball.” The boy laughed, putting his hands on his hips. “Alright! I'll take you to your class.” She sighed a sigh of relief, her tense body relaxing. “Oh my god, thank you so much.” “Of course! This school can be kind of a pain in the ass if you’re not used to it. So, you a first year or something?” He started leading her down the hall, his lanky arms swinging at his sides. “Oh, god no. I'm a third year.” “Huh?!” He stopped in his tracks, leaning down, his arms limp. “Then how the hell are you lost?!” “Oh… I'm an exchange student.” “Ooooooohhhhhh. Gotcha. You from another country or something?” She nodded, almost brushing hands with him. “Cool! Where?” “America.” “Holy cow! That’s awesome. We don't really get a lot of exchange students here.” “Really? I met about two more, but I don't know if there are others.” “Huh. To be honest, I didn't even know we had an exchange student program.” She giggled. “And you’re a third year?” He sighed. “Yes. I know, disappointing. All I do is play volleyball. I don't really pay attention to anything at this school other than that.” “Oh, you play volleyball? That’s cool. I really want to play volleyball.” “You should! We have a girls team.” “I'll think about it. I don't really know how to play, so I don't know how good I would be.” “I'll teach you!” “That would be great. I bet you know what you’re doing.” “Yup,” Tendou put his hands on his hips in a prideful manner. “I mean, Shiratorizawa does have a champion volleyball team.” “You’re kidding!” “Nope! Oh shit!” Tendou grabbed her hand and turned around, pulling her shortly behind. “What?! Why ‘oh shit’?!” “We just passed your class. I got so sucked up in talking to you, I forgot what we were doing.”

They finally got to her class, a little out of breath, and he pointed to the door. “There it is. Sorry for passing it.” “That’s okay, thanks for taking me.” “I'm Tendou, by the way.” She grabbed his hand, his long fingers encasing her hand. “I'm y/n.” “Ooo. Pretty name. Never heard it before. Well, nice to meet you, y/n! I'll see you around, okay?!” Tendou ran off, waving at her. “Oh, and you should come to the gym after school. Watch the boys team practice!” “I will! Sounds like fun.”

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“I thought you said you were part of a champion team!” She giggled, watching Tendou get hit in the head with a volleyball for the fifth time. “I am! I just… You’re making me nervous, okay?!” She laughed, watching Ushiwaka purposely serve a ball softly at Tendou’s head. “Ushiwaka, you son of a-” He ran after him and went to pounce on him like a feral animal, but Ushiwaka ducked, avoiding it, and making Tendou fall flat on his face. “I hate you Ushiwaka.” He got up, rubbing his sore cheek. “Damn, that hurt.” “Sorry.” Ushiwaka handed him an ice pack, which Tendou quickly snatched back. “I don't want to hear your stupid apology.”

As Tendou walked away all pouty, he was mumbling something to himself while grabbing a snack. She just continued sitting there, giggling to herself.

“Are you interested in volleyball?” She turned over and saw Ushiwaka putting down his water bottle, sitting next to her. “O-Oh, yeah.” “Do you know how to play?” “A little. I can do a couple of receives, but other than that, I'm not the greatest.” “I see… Say, while Tendou is pouting, would you like to practice a little bit before the rest of the team gets here?” “Sure! But… uh… if I mess up-” “Don't worry about it.” “O-Okay.”

“Hey!” Tendou stomped over to her and Ushiwaka, who were passing the volleyball back and forth, and started pouting. “I wanted to play volleyball with her.” “Sorry Tendou, I asked her first.” “That’s not fair.” Tendou tried to knock the ball out of the air, but failed. “Oh, come on!”

“Hey, Tendou!” She passed the ball over to him, and he quickly spiked it to the ground, very proud of himself.

“See Tendou,” Ushiwaka picked up the ball, turning to Tendou. “This is exactly why I didn't want you to join. I'm trying to teach her how to receive.” “She can learn to receive those!” “That’s too advanced, Tendou.” “Ugh! Ushiwaka, always on fun patrol! Stupid.” Tendou ran off and slumped down on the ground.

She ran up shortly after and passed him a ball, which he passed to her while laying down. She caught it and looked down at him. “Don't be all pouty, Tendou.” “I'm not pouty.” “Yeah you are.” She giggled and sat next to him. “Tendou. Do you wanna try to pass the ball back and forth over the net?” “Really?!” A huge smile appeared on his face and he ran to the other side of the net. “Well, come on! I don't have all day now!” “Fine, Tendou, just give me a second.”

“You’re not as bad as I thought you’d be.” Tendou caught the ball, watching his other teammates walk in. “I'm alright.” He walked up to her and handed her the ball. “We should do this again. Come in early more often.” “I will.” “And while we’re here, let's go get milkshakes sometime.” “That sounds nice.” “C-Cool,” his face turned beet red and he gave her a pat on the head. “Let's call it a date then.” “Perfect.” She could never say no to that rambunctious middle blocker.

#tendou #satori tendou #tendou x reader #satori tendou x reader #tendou haikyuu #satori tendou haikyuu #tendou hq #satori tendou hq #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #my writing #<3

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ehlnofay · 2 years

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Summerfest Day 4 - SACRIFICE

“I don’t want you to go,” Griss says petulantly.

She has said this at least once a day for the last week and a half.

“I don’t want me to go either,” says Torr, same way he’s said it every time she started this, “but you know how much this could change things, Griss, I can’t pass this up.”

They are sitting on the floor of Aventus’ living room, Torr looking over the bags that they packed days ago. They’ve long since had this conversation – Torr made their rounds and said goodbye to everyone yesterday – but Griss is like a dog with a bone when she gets an idea in her head. She sinks her teeth in and doesn’t let it go.

She knows his reasons as well as the rest of the kids. She just won’t listen.

“There are stupid jobs in Windhelm,” she persists. “You don’t have to leave for them.”

Torr doesn’t look up from his pack. “I do have to leave for this one.”

“Then don’t take it!”

Torr buckles the straps in place and doesn’t say anything. They’ve never been the type of person to brush things off with a you’ll understand when you’re older, but damn, right now they really want to. (She won’t, of course – they hope she won’t. Being strong-armed into joining a cult of assassins is exactly the sort of thing Torr hopes their sister will never understand.)

“Where’s Aventus?” they ask, slinging the bag onto their back.

“Upstairs. He was crying and then he went to sleep.”

(Aventus hadn’t taken the news of Torr’s departure too well. Torr isn’t sure if he was just terrified of being left alone or if he’d managed to piece some things together.)

Torr pulls their too-small boots on and starts fiddling with the fraying laces. “Don’t leave the house until one of the others get back, alright? He needs someone else here.”

“Torr,” Griss says.

“Listen to Katla and do what she says, alright? And keep an eye on her – don’t let her steal stuff. Help Skrauti with his foot when he needs it. And make sure to check that Kyrri eats when there’s food! He’s not been eating enough. I’ll send money as soon as I can, but –”

“Torr!”

Griss is standing over him, hand on her hips.

“If you’re so worried about us,” she says fiercely, “then don’t leave.”

And there’s really no way to explain it to her.

Because he can’t tell a seven-year-old girl that her big brother is abandoning her (not abandoning, he’s not abandoning them) to join a dwindling sect of assassins halfway across the province. He can’t explain that they know where he lives and he doesn’t know if refusing would risk the kids. He can’t justify the part of him that doesn’t want to refuse, because immorality and unfamiliarity aside, the money. Even if he wasn’t worried about the consequences, how could he just pass up a chance to make sure that they all eat? That they have shoes that aren’t ripped to shreds and clothes that fit and a chance for things to get better? What kind of caretaker would he be if he didn’t grab this opportunity with both hands?

He doesn’t want to go. He’d never want to leave them, and the prospect of living among a group of creepy killers-for-hire is certainly not enough to tempt him, but he’ll do what needs to be done to care for the people he promised to help.

“I have to,” Torr says, and gets to their feet.

Griss keeps glaring up at them, not one whit abated. “You have to stay here! We need you here!”

It feels, Torr reflects, like being torn apart.

“Griss, you don’t understand!” they snap. “I’m doing the best I can! This is a –” their tongue trips over the word good – “an opportunity that I’ll never get again! I have to take it!”

“No you don’t!”

“Yes, I do!”

Griss thumps her fists against his chest. He catches her wrists and she struggles like a feral cat. “No, you don’t!” she yells, loud enough that Torr worries it’ll wake Aventus. “You don’t! We don’t need it! We’re doing fine!”

“For now!” Torr says, trying to bring the volume of the argument down, trying to hold her flailing arms still. “For now, Griss. What about when we’re not? What if we get turfed out the house and we have to go back to sleeping in people’s yards? What if someone gets hurt or sick like Skrauti did and we need money for a bed and the healers? What if Swims gets arrested again and this time I have to pay her bail or break her out? What if there’s a blizzard and there’s no way for any of us to get money? What if I get in trouble, or Gellir has another episode, or Kyrri stops eating, or Kat gets in a fight –”

Griss’ face is screwed up, her lips pressed so tightly together that they’ve turned white. She tries in vain to kick out at them. “Stop it!” she shouts. “Stop it!”

Torr presses her hands to her chest. “No. What if?”

“We’d still need you,” Griss argues, but she’s shrunk in on herself, her fists tucked under her chin.

“We’d need money more,” Torr says. “This is the best way I can give you what you need. I’m going. I’m sorry.”

Griss’ face crumples.

“Are you going to let me say goodbye now?” Torr asks, and Griss faceplants into their stomach.

Torr wraps their arms around her.

“Promise you’ll write letters,” Griss says, voice sniffly and muffled, into his shirt.

“You won’t be able to read them.”

“Promise you’ll write them anyway.”

Torr squeezes her tight. “I promise. And I’ll visit as often as possible. And I’ll send money as soon as I can.”

“It had better be a lot of money.”

“As much as I can get my hands on,” Torr promises. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Griss mumbles, and she disentangles herself from him. “Go on, then.”

Torr goes.

#turns out there are downsides to leaving everyone and everything you know to become a killer for hire #who knew?#oc tag #torr #tesfest22 #skyrim #dark brotherhood #my writing #fay writes #microfic

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lale-txt · 2 years

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🤍 (n.sfw) “don’t think i’m letting you get away with that, darling.” w/ Marco & afab!reader (no pronouns)

a/n: requested by @marco--the--phoenix <3 thank you for letting me borrow your man. he never made it to my dilf list but i enjoyed writing this more than i should have probably. kept me busy for three days straight. anyway, you can have him back now, we got in a fight about his stupid sandals and he's threatening to blackmail me if i mention Roger one more time??

contains: nsfw under the cut, afab!reader, no pronouns, oral (reader giving), light breath play, penetration (reader receiving), unprotected sex (no breeding kink or pregnancy implied), rough sex, dirty talk

word count: 2.1k

Marco was a patient man. But lately, you’ve been testing him.

There was just something about him when he lost his temper, when for a second the beast of a phoenix flickered in his eyes, the feral instincts flaring up until he caught himself again. Was your crush on your commander getting out of hand? Maybe you were pushing your luck. But unfortunately you liked playing with fire and those blue flames of his sure were mesmerizing…

It all started when you noticed his eyes lingering on you for a second too long when you came to the infirmary for some pain killers one day. The way he tilted your head with two fingers by your chin as he examined your eyes, his thumb brushing your lower lip when he commands you to stick out your tongue to investigate your throat… it turned you quite on. You fidgeted around nervously in your chair, desperate to leave the room as quick as possible to hide your blushing cheeks but judging from the lopsided smile Marco gave you, you were sure he already must have noticed. He was very observant after all.

Later that night, when you were grinding on your poor pillow to ease the throbbing arousal between your thighs, you swore to yourself that you were gonna try everything you could to make him notice you, to fully see you. Meanwhile, you were gonna think about his piercing blue eyes on you, imagining how his tender hands must feel as they wander over your body, exploring every inch of you. You muffle your moan with one hand as you ruin yet another pillowcase with your sweet release…

A few days had passed by and you truly lived up to the promise you gave yourself. You knock more often than usual at Marco’s office, showing up with fresh coffee for the doctor who never sleeps, your fingers brushing his as you hand him the steaming cup. Leaning over his shoulder to read his notes (“Those are confidential.” “So? Everyone knows how Ace caught his dick in the door. Again.”), one hand of yours resting on his shoulder while you breathed down his neck.

Yawning as you stretch, you reveal the soft skin of your tummy, just enough to give him room for imagination as you leave with a wink, turning around in the doorframe to make sure he was checking you out (he was). You even went so far to accidentally drop your towel on the way from the shared bathrooms to your cabin when you meet him in the hallway. He looked away respectfully but cleared his throat loudly as he speeded up his steps, vanishing in his own cabin, door locked. You can’t help but chuckle. This was going just as planned.

Until one night, he had enough.

You had been tiptoeing around him all the time during the banquet. When he went to grab some food, you were right behind him, putting the same things as he did on your plate – except the bird seed that Thatch had arranged as a joke, but which Marco seemed to have a big interest in, raising an eyebrow when you decline politely. You sit down close next to him, your knees brushing under the table, every so often leaning closer to him until you were almost sitting in his lap. You know that he knows what’s going on from his amused smile, but he doesn’t say anything, except when someone loudly suggests a round of strip poker and Marco notices your face lightning up.

“Can we have a word, y/n yoi?”

He gets up and drags you by your hand behind him, away from the rest of the crew into the dark and empty hallway leading to the cabins. You can’t see his face but judging from the sound of his stomps (a true talent to stomp in those sandals) and the way he clenched your hand, you assumed he finally must have reached the end of his patience. Again, the tingling feeling of danger is rushing through your veins and you bite your lip in anticipation.

When the voices of your crew mates are only a faint sound, Marco stops abruptly, making you almost crash into him. He turns around and corners you, his forearm leaning above you against the wall, his face now only inches away from his as he leans down to you, taking your chin into his other hand to make you look him directly in the eyes. Your heart is drumming in your chest and your chest heaving in excitement.

“Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling.”

His voice is playful with an underlying sense of danger, like an animal hunting for prey. He was taking all of you in, fully seeing you. Guess your plan worked out. You’re batting your eyelashes at him, acting as innocent as you could when in fact you were guilty as charged and you both knew. He gives you another lopsided smile as he’s coming closer, bringing his lips close to your ear. His warm breath on your bare skin sends shivers down your spine and you forget how to breathe.

“Do you want to fuck? Yes or no, yoi.” – “Yes… yoi.” “Thought so.”

The hand on your chin slowly wanders down to your neck, wrapping it with a soft grip, not enough to deprive you of air, but enough to let you know that he could easily snap it if he wanted; enough to set your core on fire from the thought of it. Your hands find their way under his open shirt, exploring his toned torso, fingertips tracing the big tattoo on his chest as he kisses down from your temples to your jaw, placing a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth before his lips finally meet yours, muffling your soft moans like that.

His half-lidded eyes flicker wide open for a split second when you hear footsteps approaching and familiar voices chatting loudly. Another deep, hungry kiss and he pulls away, dragging you once again behind him deeper down the hallway until you reach the door to his cabin. He gives you one last look, his eyes asking: Is this what you want? And you nod, already reaching for the door knob as you wrap one arm around his neck, chuckling when he lifts you up with ease and carries you inside with a little growl, kicking the door close behind him.

Marco pins you down on the bed, holding your arms above your head while kneeling between your spread legs, his tongue teasing yours, then kissing down your neck, mumbling all the dirty things in your ear that he wants to do with you. You whine when he kisses your collar bones, a spot so sensitive it’s sending electric shocks throughout your whole body, a tight knot forming in your stomach, begging for release.

Somehow you manage to wiggle out of his grip, not ready to give him the upper hand yet. He smirks at your attempts to get that purple shirt off him, clicking his tongue at your greediness.

“You’ve been undressing me with your eyes for weeks and now you’re getting impatient yoi?” – “It’s because you left me waiting for so long, commander. Can’t blame me for getting hungry…”

You kiss down from his neck to his chest, circling his nipples with your tongue and grin when he lets out a heavy breath, one hand of his now in your hair as he is gently guiding your head. Your fingers untie the sash around his waist, playing with the waistband of his pants where the outlines of his hard cock were already showing. Marco pulls you up on your hair to his lips again, kissing you hungry and passionate, a throaty chuckle coming from him as you moan in his open mouth. You shiver in excitement when he leans against the wall and pushes your head down in his lap, your drool dripping on his clothed dick.

He pulls down his pants with one hand while still holding you firmly with the other, making sure you watch him as he unwraps his hard cock, giving it a few pumps before he guides your head to his balls, letting you suck them while he continues on stroking himself, praising you for getting them so sloppy. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his thighs, desperate for more, more of him.

He shuts up your whimpers when he finally lets you take his length into your mouth, your tongue curling around his pre-cum covered tip before you take him all in, enjoying the feeling of being so full of him. You could only imagine how it must feel when he stuffs your hole with that, already trembling from the thought alone. Your head bobs up and down on his cock, guided by his hand and his soft whispers, telling you to go faster or how pretty you look the way you drool all over him. Meanwhile the aching arousal between your thighs was getting sheer unbearable, a damp spot already forming through the fabric of your pants.

Marco doesn’t grant you the favor of cumming in your mouth, instead he pins you down on the bed again, arms above your head, letting you grind on his cock until he finally undresses you hastily, your clothes being thrown to the floor where your self-control was already lying. You spread your legs for him, showing him what a mess you were already, your fingers spreading your hole for him. Marco smirks and for a few heartbeats you think he is gonna tease you some more, but he leans over you and props your legs on his shoulders, rubbing his hard cock all over dripping folds until you whimper and claw into his arms, begging him to fill you up already.

You gasp when he finally shoves himself inside of you, stretching your throbbing walls with his length, showing no mercy until you swallow him whole. He holds still so you can both get used to the sensation, your insides clenching around him as if they never want to let him go. He leans down to you, claiming another hungry kiss before he slowly starts thrusting inside of you, shutting your greedy whining up with more kisses, growling against your lips when you wrap your arms around his neck to feel him close. There it was again, the split second where the feral beast inside of him was flickering up, as if he wanted to mark you as his and his only.

His thrusts are getting sloppier with every minute, you could tell that he was close to cumming. His chest was covered in a thin sheen of sweat when he pulls back to flip you around on the mattress, making you kneel on all fours before he seeks the warmth of your cunt again, but this time his fingers find their way to play with your clit, drawing out the sweetest moan of you as he applies just the right amount of pressure on your bundle of nerves, circling it in small motions.

“Cum with me, yoi?”, he asks, but it was more a command and all you can do is nod weakly as your walls clench around him, the sweet release building up slowly within you. Marco kisses and bites down your neck, setting your skin on fire with his touch. You can feel his heartbeat drumming against your back as he slips two fingers in your mouth, making you suck on them hungrily. A few more thrusts and the knot in your stomach snaps, sending waves of pleasure through your limbs while you wail out his name as you fall apart, seeing stars from the frenzy that was ripping through your insides. He fucks you through your orgasm, his warm load running down your thighs mixed together with your juices until you sink into the mattress, weak and defeated, your whole body still trembling from the sensation.

Marco sinks down into the mattress next to you, pulling you onto his chest. His heart is beating as fast as yours and he is humming a little as he brushes your hair with his fingers. You can’t help but smile when he kisses your forehead, his lazy eyes lingering on you. You feel so safe in his arms, a part of you wishing that you never have to leave them, wanting to hide forever under his big wings. Maybe you could, maybe just for tonight…

“Don’t think I’m letting you get away, darling yoi.”

You fall asleep smiling, heart full, with his seed still dripping out of your core. Pure bliss.

#marco the phoenix #marco the phoenix x reader #marco x reader #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece smut #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x you #purethoughts.exe has stopped working #dream machine event

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keilemlucent · 4 years

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best nest

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: 6.2k

Keigo's never been able to properly indulge his instincts, though you're more than willing to help him change that.

warnings: avian, feral keigo. rut/heat cycles. nesting. wing kink. breeding. horny shit, i tell u what

beta’ed: @keiqos

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wow :’^) this is a collab with the wuv, @keiqos!! we each worked on a fic that was our own take of keigo during his rut, and now y’all get the fun results. here is hers!!! enjoy this feast!!!

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Keigo had been acting particularly weird for the past few weeks.

He was hardly a skittish person, yet he had been avoidant and downright shy in the last month or so. Despite living together, you had hardly seen or heard from him, and when you tried to address his absence, Keigo continually brushed you off.

He was hardly meeting your eyes when you managed to be in the apartment at the same time.

Finally, one night, he came in late. You sat, waiting on the couch, very awake circa three in the morning.

His eyes went wide, knowing he was caught.

“I know it’s late, but can we talk?” You asked softly, patting the couch next to you.

Keigo nodded stiffly, wings folded timidly against his back as he sat. In his big, tough hero uniform, he looked so odd with his hands held so nervously.

“What’s going on, love?” You spoke quietly, lowering the volume of the TV to a hum. “Talk to me.”

Keigo silently picked at the threading of his gloves, then pulled off his visor. He stayed silent, eyes wide and far off.

You sighed, bringing your knees up under your body to face him. You tried to sound strong, but there was a twinge of weakness in your voice, “Are you... seeing other people?”

That notion brought Keigo right back, head snapping up to meet your own before gripping the sides of your face (harder than you would’ve expected) and rapidly shaking his head.

“No, no, no, not at all,” Keigo scooted closer to you as he spoke. “I promise, not that.”

“Then what?” You were frowning, despite Keigo’s contact feeling aloe on a burn.

Once again, Keigo seemed to stumble. His eyes averted, going glassy.

“It’s embarrassing,” His hands slip from your face, back into his lap. “Very embarrassing.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Keigo Takami was many things. But, shy and passive were not in that repertoire.

You deadpanned.

“Please, just tell me,” You huffed at him, crossing your arms. “You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, Kei’. Feels weird.”

“I know, it’s just— fuck.” His gloved hands dragged down his face, flushing a bright red.

You figured he was a bit warm.

Carefully, you reached forward, going to pull them from his hands. He stiffened harshly, watching you with... slitted eyes— (had they always been like that?). You gingerly freed Keigo’s fingers and palms, intertwining your own.

“You can tell me, Keigo,” You smiled at him, squeezing and feeling pricks of pain in the flesh of your own hands.

You noticed then, that Keigo’s fingernails were longer, pointed even. Though, they didn’t look manicured. They seemed to grow darker at the cuticle.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at Keigo as he turned his head away, half hiding his face in the fluffy collar of his jacket.

“You know how I go on a ‘business trip’ about this time every year?” Keigo asked, rubbing a clawed thumb over the back of your hands.

You nodded, “You go on lots of business trips, Kei’. What’s different about this spring one?”

Keigo shifted his legs, wings twitching at his back. His entire form emanated his uncomfortable energy. From the tension rolling off his shoulders to the way he clenched and unclenched his jaw, Keigo was visibly very anxious.

“Okay, uh, how do I explain this—” Keigo dropped his head, then looked back up at you, blinking slitted pupils at you. “You know how I’ve got wings?”

“Duh, dummy,” You rolled your eyes, reaching out to brush some fingers over one of the large, external feathers.

Oh, but you got a reaction you weren’t expecting. You hadn’t thought anything of your action, yet Keigo audibly moaned with the contact. Something loud, high, and sinful as his thighs clenched together.

Both of your eyes went wide.

“So,” You began slowly, “You have wings.”

“I have wings,” Keigo’s voice sounded tense and held in his throat, shaking just a bit. “And, I have some other avian traits as well.”

“Like...?” You coaxed. Whatever it was must’ve really made Keigo uncomfortable if he was being this resistant to talking about it. This man was the number two hero, yet he was mincing about like a kitten.

“Uhhh... They’re more behavioral. Some physical,” Keigo bit his lip, shaking his head. “What do birds do in the spring?”

“Is this a riddle?”

“No, straightforward question.”

You really thought he was pulling your leg, but based on Keigo’s words and grave expression, he was dead serious.

And you had a dead serious answer.

“Oh my god, Keigo, you migrate?!” Your mouth fell open. Keigo’s eyes went wide and he seemed to stifle a laugh before shaking his head, feathers ruffling.

“No, oh my God, no,” Keigo carried some mirth in his gaze now. “Not at all.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing with him. The tension seemed to be somewhat out of his shoulders until you set a hand on his knee and squeezed.

“Keigo, out with it,” You rolled your eyes. “I know it’s scary, but I promise, no matter what it is, I’m here for you okay?”

You let your eyes soften as you sighed, squeezing his hands.

Keigo looked you dead in the face, “We fuck, (Y/N).”

You choked on your own spit, before leaning back with a small laugh, “I know it’s been a minute with your schedule, but we do indeed do that outside of spring.”

“No, no, not like that,” Keigo ran his hands down his face, shaking his head. “I’ve been avoiding you because this whole conversation is going to be weird and embarrassing. You up for it? Because it only gets weirder.”

“Lay it on me, tailfeathers,” You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles.

Keigo took a hand to sheepishly rub the back of his neck, “One of my more... avian traits is this... I don’t know, the Commission called it a ‘rut’, but I’ve done my own research and I’m not sure if that fully encompasses all of what it is.”

You weren’t entirely unfamiliar with the concept, but you certainly weren’t an expert.

“What happens during it?”

“Uh, to be frank, exactly what happens during a bird’s mating season, and then some.” Keigo’s long nails dug into the fabric of his cargo pants. “My feathers grow in a bit differently. I nest. I get weird and territorial, possessive. I cannot tell you how much I’ve wanted to leave your neck covered in bite marks, just fucking claiming you—”

You both swallowed.

“And... You’re insatiably horny on top of all of this?” You asked, trying to ignore the way your insides were heating up.

Keigo nodded, waiting for you to reply with a softened, gooey gaze.

Oh, this was a little weird, right? Keigo was avian in some ways, but you never thought he had a whole ass mating season-

“Wait, so, in the spring, the ‘business trips’,” You used air quotes with a frown. “You’ve been just disappearing for your ‘rut’ and then coming back? Alone?”

Keigo waved his hands between the two of you, feathers fluffing up defensively behind him, “No, n-no, not like that. Never once. I’d just hole up in my apartment and fuck my hand like it was God.”

You choked.

It made sense, you and Keigo moved in together at the end of last spring. Looking back, the timing now seemed to be intentional.

“When did it start?” You asked, getting semi-intrigued by Keigo’s odd biology.

“I was sixteen, I think,” Keigo did the mental math and bit his lip. “The Commission didn’t really know what to do with me, so they would just lock me up in my room with two extra blankets and call it good.”

You choked again.

“So, you just disappear, deal with it, then come back?” You frown. “Keigo, I would’ve helped if I would’ve known.”

“I don’t know, (Y/N), it’s a lot to ask,” Keigo’s nails bit into his wrists as he squeezed. “I’m basically a horny, possessive, feral birdman for two weeks, not too mention the time leading up to it. That’s why I’ve been all distance. I’m sorry, I should’ve at least told you.”

“I would have appreciated it if you had, but I understand,” You grabbed Keigo’s hand again and squeezed. “This doesn’t exactly sound like a thing you’ve really ever been able to deal with comfortably, huh?”

“N-not really,” Keigo got all sheepish again, scooting a bit closer to you. “I haven’t really known what to do about it this year, so I’ve just been putting off facing you. I was just gonna get a hotel room or something, run off for two weeks, and then come back.”

“Another ‘business trip’?” You raised an eyebrow as Keigo looked down, all sheepish and blushy. You tutted, shaking your head. “Well, babe, not this time. I’ve got you. I’m your live-in partner and I will not let my sweet, bird boy handle horny hours alone. I haven’t made you before, right?”

That made Keigo laugh, softly, some of the stress being held still in his wings falling away.

“I appreciate that, angel, but I don’t want you to agree to do this until you fully understand it,” He beamed you a smile. God, the man was like sunshine and candy when he chose to be.

You nodded, giving him a(n) (over)confident smile, “Lay it on me, babe.”

Keigo had amassed quite a detailed understanding of his biological clock over the years, and he was able to spit it all back onto you.

“It’s basically two weeks of time where my only thoughts are ‘nest’, ’fuck’,’protect’, ’breed’—” Keigo cut himself off when your eyes went wide.

“Wait, like, have children?” You asked, gut feeling unsettled.

You and Keigo had been dating for a while, but the topic of children had never been seriously brought up.

Does helping him mean to commit to having kids?

“No, not exactly. Like, I’m trying to protect a mate and breed, but that doesn’t mean the outcome needs to be children. At all,” Keigo assured you, patting your knee. “I know, it’s weird. I definitely am not into getting you pregnant, but that instinct part of my brain is.”

“Well, I’m on birth control, so we should be good there, right?” You laughed, relieved, squeezing his hand. “What do you mean by nesting?”

“A literal nest. A spot that just smells like me and you to keep—” Keigo clicked his tongue, sighing in what seemed like relaxation, “you safe. And mine. It usually ends up being just like... my entire apartment, lots of shredded pillows, feathers, blankets. It’s honestly a nightmare.”

A nightmare, yes, but a very necessary one.

So, a plan was made.

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Keigo sent you off to a hotel for the days leading up to his rut. He had to prepare, get things ready and he wanted to be careful not to trigger it earlier and risk ruining what would more than likely be his first proper rut.

You took his lead, pampering yourself for a few days and letting Keigo handle the details.

(Considering how wrecked your body was going to be in the coming weeks, it was more than smart to give yourself some time to rest.)

When Keigo called you to tell you he was ready, he was sounded elated, wings audibly flapping into the receiver.

When you arrived back at the apartment, the ride up the glass elevator was daunting.

You were perfectly happy to help with Keigo’s rut, but you were a bit nervous about what he was going to be like. Though he reminded you that one of his hormonal brain’s functions was to ‘keep you safe’, it also sounded like he was going to be a bit out of his mind. You trusted him with your life, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t nerve-wracking.

The elevator dinged, sliding open to the top floor.

Keigo stood just outside.

You couldn’t help jumping back in surprise, taking in Keigo’s... state.

He looked positively feral, just on sight. Though had been warned of this, you hadn’t fully expected how visible his state would be.

Keigo apparently decided to forgo any sort of a top today as his chest was entirely bare to you. A pair of grey sweats was slung low on his hips, likely put on in a rush based on the uneven settling of the waistband. This was not even to mention the very obvious imprint of his dick against the fabric, hard just from seeing you. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, skin pink with rushing blood.

“Angel,” Keigo purred, yanking you from the elevator and crushing you into his chest, smothering you with kisses. Stray feathers flew to pick up your bags, carting them off to your nearby apartment.

Speaking of wings—

In the few days it had been since you’d seen Keigo, his feathers had almost entirely changed. They were still their usual bright crimson, but the filaments of the plumage seemed to be almost... shiny? You couldn’t quite place it, but there had been some sort of change in their anatomy that made his wings appear iridescent when they moved. The patterns almost seemed to swirl and streak through the plumage. You wanted nothing more than to admire them.

Without thinking (or responding to Keigo, mistake), you reached out to grab one of the feathers, “Oh wow, Keigo, they’re so pretty.”

The moment you wrapped your hand fully around the plume, Keigo clawed his... talons (?!) into your shoulders, shuddered, and screamed.

You hissed as pain radiated from your shoulders, but managed to hold both you and Keigo upright as he twitched against you.

“Fuck,” He cursed against your neck, panting.

You felt a vague, wet spot on your leg.

You blanched.

“Did... you just cum? From me touching your wings?”

Keigo nodded against, still shaking.

“S-sorry...”

The shame in his tone made your frown, pulling away from him to press a harsh kiss against his half-parted lips.

“Nope,” You murmured against his lips. “Nu-uh, you have nothing to be sorry about. I’m here to help, dummy.”

He sighed in relief, pressing into you.

It was going to be an interesting two weeks.

...

The apartment was a nightmare. Keigo really hadn’t been lying when he told about how extreme nesting was.

Notably, nothing was dirty. Keigo was actually an immaculately clean person due to his time with the Commission, but he was disorganized. And the nest of an apartment was testament to that.

There were stray feathers everywhere. Stuck in cupboards, tucked behind the TV, wedged in pillowcases and blankets, even a few under the bathroom sink. Newly purchased blankets and pillows were strewn over every surface. It appeared like you could simply fall in any area of the house and be entirely cushioned. Not to mention that Keigo’s feathers could sense every single motion in the house.

It was a sweet gesture and testament to the protective element of the rut that Keigo described.

In addition to the many layers of softness, a new, far larger mattress had even been dragged to the living room and placed on top of a high frame set against the wall of windows that overlooked the city. It was heaped with pillows, fluffy blankets, and downy-looking, glimmering feathers. All of, despite its inherent chaos, was the comfiest looking corner of the apartment.

“Oh, wow, ‘Kei,” You breathed, running a hand along a soft-looking blanket over the back of a chair. “You did such a good job!”

With that, he was pressed against you from behind.

“I... I did? You like it?” Keigo never asked for validation so openly. The implication of his inherent fear around his rut continued to make your heart ache. From what he had told you (and what you read in the days prior about avian behavior), you needed to ‘accept’ the nest he made for the two of you.

I’ll make this good for him.

“Yes, so much.” You leaned back against his chest, loving the way the heat of his bare chest seeped so well through your clothes, “I can’t wait to snuggle up with you in it and so much more.”

Your last word was more than enough to get Keigo chirping into your ear.

Yes, bird-ishly chirping.

It was a mix of high and low clicks, maybe a bit of cooing thrown in as well. As far as his avian adaptations went, this one was newer to you, but remarkably cute. You turned around, pressing a kiss to his neck without thinking.

The contact made Keigo’s aforementioned talons dig into the meat of your hips, a hot breath rolling over your ear, “Please let me fuck you.”

It was abrupt, his shift in tone, but based on the way his cock was nearly burning your backside, it was a necessary step.

“Well, I certainly won’t stop you,” You didn’t realize the unintended weight of your words, but Keigo sure as fuck did.

He roughly grabbed your wrist, dragging you across the room to the mattress in the corner.

“W-wait, not the bedroom?” You asked. Keigo pressed at your shoulders, pushing you down roughly, though the softness of the bed dressings insulated your fall.

“Nope, here, best spot,” Keigo’s words were clipped as he straddled your waist, silencing any other words you might have with a soul-sucking kiss. His tongue wormed its way into your mouth, licking at your gums and receding to suck at your tongue. All the while, you could hear and feel his feathers shudder.

He pulled away, eyes half-lidded and vertical pupils blown wide.

“You have no fucking idea how much I missed you.” Keigo’s teeth nipped at your pulse point.

Were... his teeth sharper?

You craned your neck away from him, pulling a nasty growl from his chest. You watched his feathers, both the one’s still fixed to his back and flared upwards and those scattered around, shudder and writhe.

Keigo’s canines were longer, maybe even a little sharper.

This rut thing... it was an avian thing, right?

Birds... don’t have sharp teeth... Do they?

You dismissed it, much more focused on Keigo’s hand as it slipped lower, futzing with the waistband of your pants.

“Sorry, dove, I’m a little impatient,” His voice was rough and strained, like he was holding back.

His normally nimble hands struggled with the button of your fly, and with a nasty growl, he snatched up one of his nearby feathers, hardening it in an instant, and slicing your pants off.

“Keigo!” You shrieked, squirming, and sitting up as he tore off the ruined garment. “I liked those! That wasn’t nice.”

“I think I’m done being nice to you for a bit, dove.” He shot you a dark look.

You blinked at him.

Keigo had warned you that he would be a bit feral... but you weren’t expecting his nasty attitude.

You also weren’t expecting to be turned on by the rage-filled spikes in his words.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Keigo’s voice was clipped as he slipped off his sweats.

Holy.

Fuck.

Keigo’s cock was nothing to fucking sneeze at. It was pretty, long, with nice girth and a perfect curve for your pussy. He tended to keep his body hair well kept and groomed, an old remnant of the militancy of his youth.

Oh, but ‘fuck you until you’re pregnant’ Keigo?

His dick was a bit bigger, engorged with what had to be painful blood flow. Heavy balls hung below, ripe and flushed, in desperate need of contact, let alone release. Maybe it was the ambiance (or, the smell and pheromones unknowingly being inhaled into your endocrine system), but his dick looked immaculate.

“Is your dick bigger, babe?” You asked, half-drooling in your mind at your lover’s cock. It certainly wasn’t hard to.

Keigo normally would’ve clawed at the opportunity to schmooze you for stroking his ego so directly, but your current version of Keigo was far less into flattery.

“I said, get on your hands and knees.” He didn’t wait for you to reply, just flipped you onto your stomach, straddling your upper thighs. You yelped at the shock of sheets hitting your front, fabric tearing behind you as Keigo made quick work of your shirt.

You gulped as Keigo’s hands, talons, raked their way down your bare back as he let loose a loud, quaking sigh, “Oh, Angel, holy fuck.”

He said the pet name like it was a prayer to God and you let him.

You shivered under him as his nails drew lines up your neck, all the way into your scalp. Without warning, he pressed the heel of his hand into the curve of your skull, shoving you deeper into the plushness of the nest below you.

Oh... Fuck. Were you about to sloppy fuck in the sheets you’d be spending the next several weeks in?

(Yes.)

The somewhat gross revelation was quickly forgotten as Keigo’s hot breath shuddered against your ear, his (oh my fucking god slightly pointed?) tongue curled along the soft skin of your pulse point.

You both choked down a moan as his exposed cock rubbed against your backside.

“You’re so pretty like this,” For being feral, and for the blood that was quickly rushing to your head and sex, Keigo sounded very nice. “Gonna look so cute with my cock inside you, right?”

You nodded into the sheets, struggling to raise yourself up on your elbows as Keigo hauled your hips up.

Stabilizing yourself on the softness of the sheets and feathers was much more difficult than one would think. You were already slipping, no matter how you tried to hold yourself up.

“I can’t begin to tell you how much I want to fill you up, right now,” His voice takes on a dreamy lilt as he shoves you back, further into the nest. You crawl on your hands and knees, succumbing to Keigo’s hand on your neck after arriving to the middle of the massive mattress. “But, I also really don’t wanna hurt my angel. Gotta make sure you’re good and ready.”

The sentiment was nice enough, but you stiffened, remembering that Keigo’s nails were not only sharpened, but slightly hooked. You tried to turn, but quickly stop when you felt Keigo’s hot, hot breath over your sex.

You shuddered, biting your lip as his pointed tongue ran up and down your slit. From his hold on the meat of your thighs, you could tell he was trembling and burning. Whether it was from how much he needed you or how much he was holding himself back, you couldn’t be sure.

Keigo’s pointed tongue ran up between the lips of your cunt, both of you moaning at the sensation. You felt his wings raise behind the two of you, casting shadows down on your display in some weird show of dominance.

It made your skin run hot.

What made it run even hotter was the jolt you received Keigo pressed his face into your cunt with absolute zero shame.

His tongue slicked up the lips of your pussy, dipping around your opening with absolutely sinful sounds falling around the two of you.

When you tried to adjust your arms, you caught a quick slap to your ass, pain only pushing your eyes to roll back in your head as Keigo sneered against you.

“Greedy.” It was a rich line, coming from him, king of gluttony, but you weren’t about to argue with him.

His nails dug into your thighs, dragging your cunt and his face together to the point where it felt like there was no space between them. You were helpless to do much other than grind back on his tongue as he tongue-fucked your cunt.

Keigo drew away, grabbing you by the hips and spinning you. Your back hit the nest, eyes spinning as you weren’t so used to him outright manhandling you. You sucked in a breath as you stared up at Keigo, his face slick with your juices and enlarged wings spread out and upwards.

The slits of his eyes were blown wide, a toothy smile beaming down at you. It seemed sort of sweet before two of his clawed-fingers (thankfully, somewhat gingerly) spread the lips of your cunt. He spat onto your exposed clit, no reverie in his actions as his avian glare slipped over you.

A harsh clicking came from the back of his throat, feathers fluttering.

“B-Babe? Are you okay?” You asked as Keigo refused to look away from your splayed-out body.

“More than okay,” He shuddered, looking a bit more grounded for a moment. He swallowed, shaking his head.

Surprisingly, he reached out to cup the side of your face, rubbing a thumb over your cheek, “If you want me to stop, can you tell me now?”

“I don’t want to, Kei’,” You laid your words on thickly, knowing you had his lucidity. “Can you please fuck me? Fill me up, Kei’.”

He growled, something from deep in his chest, nodding, feathers shimmering in the light of the room.

He was on you instantly, wings flapping to shove his body into yours, lips on yours and tongue pressing into your mouth. The tapered appendage licks and literally fucks your mouth, robbing you of air as you weave your hands into his sweaty tresses and pull.

The pain spurred him on, one of his hands sloppily going between the two of you to line his fat cock with your cunt. He was considerate enough to rub circles on your clit as he rammed into your insides in one single motion.

Your eyes went wide, snapping open and you tug the bite of your nails into the back of Keigo’s head, held by the burning stretch and pleasant ache of your insides.

Keigo had been fairly quiet during this entire ordeal, an odd thing considering he normally ran his mouth dry with praises, filth, and sweet nothings when he was half this close to your cunt. Yet, he’d hardly spoken through most of it, and most of your reading of him had been based on body (and wing language).

But, when he did finally bottom out, shaking and straining, it clicked.

Based on the sweat that was rolling down his temples, the veins bulging in his forearms, and the rigid tension in his shoulders, he was holding his rut-crazed body back.

You frowned, trying to ignore the kiss of his cock head against your cervix.

Recalling some of the things Keigo told you about some of his more animalistic desires, you decided to egg him on to breaking. Based on the rapid twitching of his wings, he needed it.

Keigo just barely moved, biting his lip and harshly exhaling.

“Baby,” Your own voice broke as you spoke, falling back into his mutant desires as well. “Please, please, fuck me how you need. Please.”

“S’fine, this is enough,” Keigo gritted out as he dragged his cock almost entirely out of your dripping cunt.

To emphasize your need, you grabbed a fistful of his feathers at the base of his wings and tugged, making sure to press your nails to the bone.

Keigo threw his head back, moaning high into the air, a coo mixing with the sound as his wings shuddered in your grip.

You buckled down.

“No,” You whined, hooking your legs behind the small of his back, thumbing at the plumage as he writhed from your touch. “Fuck me, like you mean it, Keigo. Fill me up.”

He paused, freezing, eyes darting up to your own.

“S-say that again.”

You grinned, dragging his stiff neck down to your mouth, dragging your tongue to his ear, “I said I want you to fill me up. Stuff me full of your cum and breed me so good, please, Kei’.”

You’d never spoken like that to him during sex, and you quickly understood why.

The moment the words left your lips, Keigo slammed his hips back into you, wings fanning out as wide as they could.

His lips found your neck, cock rearranging your insides with the immediate force and pace of his thrusts. His hands grappled at your hips, your tits, your shoulders, and your legs, anything to get to ram himself into you. Each thrust was punctuated by growls and clicks from the back of his throat, filthy words finally fell from his lips without a trace of shame.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna breed you so good,” Keigo’s voice was breathy as he raked his nails down your neck, light lines following as he bottomed out in you once more. He roughly grabbed one of your tits, pinching your pebbled nipple. “Gonna make you gush for me, yeah, I am.”

You could’ve given an equally horny response, but Keigo’s tongue was quickly in your throat, groaning into your mouth as his pace picked up to something inhumane.

It was short-lived, the wet slapping of his heavy balls stalling as he damn near screamed into your mouth, coming deep in your throbbing cunt.

You shuddered, feeling his load already dripping from your cunt onto the sticky sheets below you.

Keigo’s lips parted from yours, half-lidded eyes looking glazed and dreamy.

You thought that nutting twice so closely together would slow him down, but you were remarkably wrong.

You rolled your hips up, smiling, “Feeling okay, Kei’?”

Keigo blinked down at you, lowering his head to nose at your jaw. You tilted your head for him, spine curling when you felt him begin to move again, still fully hard.

“I’m not done yet.” His words were curt and sharp as his arms caged around your head. The sharp peaks of his canines caught on the skin of your neck, dragging and sucking. “Gotta make sure you’re fucked nice and good with my brood, dove. So good.”

You swallowed, eyes rolling back when Keigo bit down at the base of your neck.

Keigo’s hips slammed back into yours, his pace picking up and the squelching of your slick and his cum ringing around the room. You could hardly focus on it, or anything as he quickly threw your legs over his shoulders, moving his licks and bites to your calves and thighs.

Your clit throbbed with each thrust, wet and craving contact. When you reached down to play with yourself, Keigo swatted your hand away with a growl, a red feather from the bed replacing it. The small, soft crimson feathers lapped at your clit, making quick circles as it became wet with slick.

With the hold on your legs, he hauled you upwards, your lower half lifted off the bed and held by only Keigo’s grip and the curve of your spine. You keened with each of his thrusts, listening to the wild words that spilled from his lips while he rammed your cunt raw.

They were mostly incoherent, half-sentences about how he was going to ‘breed you until he’s shooting blanks’, ‘fuck you full with his brood’ and ‘reem you until you grew feathers’. Each phrase got your breath going fast, his grip and pace forcing your lungs to fill faster and faster.

The feather against your cunt grew sloppier, nearly vibrating with its jerky movement. A well-timed swat to your clit by Keigo’s own hand while he talked about your ‘life-giving pussy’ was what sent you over the edge, cunt tightening around his cock.

His words reached peak incoherency as he rammed into your cervix, spilling into you with a harsh wail, wings stretching upwards and bumping against the ceiling.

You expected a moment of reprieve, but before you could even think, still spinning with your own orgasm, Keigo flipped you onto your tummy once more.

Despite signing up for this sort of treatment, your insides already ached. The friction of Keigo’s fat cock had stretched you perfectly, all for him, but the deep ache in your core was getting a bit distracting. This was not even mentioning how sore your muscles were getting, pulling from the pacing and positioning Keigo chose at whim.

You didn’t voice your pains, buckling down on your psyche (or, what you had left of it), as Keigo slid into you once more.

“Oh baby,” His voice was slippery as he wound his hands through your hair, pulling and forcing your back into a severe arch. “You feel that?”

He fucked into you harshly, the squelch that followed serving as a reminder of how he’d already more than filled you up.

“So pretty and round with my seed...” Keigo’s words got dreamy and slow, just for a moment as he smoothed his hand over your hips, “Just need to make sure it takes...”

The feather from earlier was back on you as he started up once more, babbling and flapping his massive wings as he fucked you numb.

You came as he did the next time, your legs giving way under the pressure and sensation. Keigo was quick to tsk, two more of his feathers moving to hold you up as he started to move again, cock never leaving your spent cunt.

The parts of your brain that were still working and not reduced to a pile of mush wondered how the fuck he was still hard, but all things considered, it shouldn’t have been surprising. Besides, he deserved to satiate himself properly, fucking your gushing cunt, considering he’d never gotten to indulge in his instincts like this before.

Despite how you burned all over, you let him finish inside you yet again.

And again.

And again?

You lost count at some point.

Keigo apparently really liked you face-down, ass-up, and kept you like that as he fucked you full over and over again. After having his taloned-hand stuck into your hair holding you to the duvet and pillows for so long, your head was spinning. What made all of this all the more overwhelming was the small feather that never fucking stopped moving—

“Kei’, please!” You screamed, voice hoarse and dry. You’re spinning, aching, and yet you still want more.

Keigo’s pace increases, using his wings to rut against your cervix over and over.

The tempo of the feather increased, Keigo’s growls falling away into his own shriek as he pushed forwards once more, hot cum spraying your walls all over again.

The sensations, all of them, pushed you over the edge, a shriek tearing from your throat as hot tears soaked the nest below. Your orgasm curled your toes to the point of pulling muscles, back bowing and straining as broiling pleasure swallowed you once more.

Keigo might’ve kept fucking you after that, you couldn’t really remember. With the plumes of feathers under your knees, he could’ve and you wouldn’t have known.

Your body and mind were spent, trying to keep up with his appetite. Your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids, and lucidity was gone to you.

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You awoke to soft cooing sounds and the smell of sweat.

It was jarring, shifting the slightest bit and feeling aches and pains you didn’t even know you could have.

The cooing stuttered, falling into a chuckle.

Oh.

Keigo.

His rut.

Oh.

“Oh my god, Kei’, did you fuck me unconscious?” It came out almost as a growl, voice cracking and low.

A hand carded through your hair as you opened your eyes, taking in the state of yourself, Keigo, and the nest.

You were both sweaty, sticky and smelling all sorts of musky. It was intoxicating, lulling you. It must’ve been those pheromones that Keigo had mentioned way back when.

Keigo had nestled you to his chest, wings spread behind him and shimmering. The windows outside showed only the neon of the city below, night having long since fallen.

He beamed down at you with a clear fondness, a lot of the tension gone from his body, and looking significantly less stressed. But, there was a sad quirk in his brow.

“Sorry about that, angel, I got kind of out of hand there,” Keigo replied sheepishly, smile turning a little sad.

You frowned.

You couldn’t have him thinking that.

“Nope, no, not at all,” You pushed yourself on an elbow, wincing at the pain, but recovering to peppering his stubbly chin and cheeks with kisses. “None of that, silly. I am happy to help, whatever that entails. I love you, you know?”

Keigo relaxed even more, falling against the nest and pulling you to his chest, “You gotta stop being so sweet, dove. Gonna get me riled up again.”

You hummed, kissing the tip of his nose, “That’s more than fine, just rub my shoulders a bit first. I think I pulled something.”

He kissed at your sweaty hair, rubbing his hands up and down your sides, “I’m more than happy too, dove. Thank you.”

His hands met your shoulders, rubbing at the sore muscles, careful to avoid pressing his talons into the skin.

You heard him say so softly, more to himself than to you, “I’m gonna keep you so safe.”

The grin that came across your face rivaled the sun in its brightness and honey with its sweetness. You melted into his touch, dissolving blissfully into the smells and feel of your nest.

Keigo left kiss after kiss against soreness, cooing and clicking as his rut-based needs were more than met.

For once.

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𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚

TFATWS EPISODE THREE SPOILERS.

summary┃the plan was simple. get in, get out, and always remember rule number three; no one gets hurt.

pairing┃tws!bucky x f!reader

word count┃1,935 words

warnings┃dubcon elements, soft!dark!tws, semi-public sex, choking, spitting kink, metal arm kink, soldat kink, death threat, degradation, mocking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY MENTIONED ELEMENTS.

“Is the plan understood?” It’s Zemo who asks the question, nodding to each of you as you all exchange looks before heading your separate ways.

When you enter the scene, you can feel the floor shaking under your feet from the bass. Drinks are passed around with bodies floating through the space.

“And I thought we knew how to party in New York.” Your voice is muffled over the music, but you know Bucky can hear you.

“I haven’t partied like this ever.” He has to yell back in order for you to hear him as you both laugh.

You have to push your way through the crowd before stopping at where Sam and Zemo are left waiting for you.

Zemo nods towards Bucky, Bucky taking in a deep breath before giving him one nod.

He’s wearing something you’d never seen him in; Winter Soldier gear sans the mask.

“Longing.” You can see the twitch in Bucky’s metal fingers.

“Rusted.” It gets worse as he tenses his jaw.

“Furnace.” You have to look away when you see the pained look in his face.

Sam looks at you, a look that tells you to stick to the plan so you drift back and mix into the crowd.

You were nothing but a distraction, a distraction that would hopefully buy you guys some time.

But something went wrong.

Something always goes wrong.

You can see the obvious and evident switch in Bucky—there’s something more sinister in his eyes now as he watches you move from side to side; standing completely motionless and trained on you.

There’s a moment of realization when you realize just what’s happened.

A moment of oh fuck before he’s striding over to you and grasping at your upper arms.

“Come with me, Bunny. We have some unfinished business.” His voice is low and calm, parts of Bucky shining through, but you can’t seem to find him in his eyes.

“Bucky,” you try remain calm, but his hip is firm and you know that this is a battle you won’t win in.

You can’t help it when your voice falters in fear, but you can’t afford to bring any attention to yourself.

Sam is elsewhere, Zemo in tow as your eyes dart to find them—at the bar, drinking.

You were all alone, you had no backup; Bucky was your backup.

He was no longer Bucky, but the Winter Soldier.

“I said come. Don’t make me put you over my shoulder.” He threatened as you swallowed thickly.

You quickly search for Sam or Zemo, but they’re long gone. The distraction worked and they’d be proceeding with the plan.

What they didn’t know is that Bucky wasn’t Bucky.

It didn’t feel like a threat, you felt your pussy jump in excitement at the prospect of Bucky’s hands on your body.

Your feet moved instinctually through the crowd, lead by Bucky as he took one final scan of the room to make sure that you were alone; that no one was following you.

You didn’t feel helpless, it was more than you felt like you were under a spell—inclined to do whatever Bucky wanted.

Suddenly you were slammed up against a wall, the air being knocked out of your lungs as you let out a pained hiss.

“Scream, and I’ll kill you.” He looked feral.

“Try to fight back, and I’ll kill you.” Darkness consumed his eyes.

“Do anything other than what I tell you, and I’ll kill you.”

You want to scream, to kick and fight back—you know that you damn well could put up on hell of a fight.

But you don’t.

Instead, you submit and comply.

“Yes,” you whisper, watching the smirk spread across his face.

“There’s my good girl. A dumb and stupid, but a good girl.” He purrs, running his gloved finger down your cheek until it’s hooked under your chin.

You whimper, lip shaking with your sharp inhale.

“Bucky,” you croak before your face is tightly gripped between his fingers as he snarls and shows you his teeth.

“You will call me, Soldat.” He rasped, dark and sinister with no mercy in sight.

A silent mewl escaped through your parted lips as you shut your eyes tightly, trying to steady your breathing as your heart begged to be set free.

“What’s my name?” He asks you, a test of your loyalty as you pry your eyes open.

“Soldat,” you whisper back, a pleased smile on his face as he hears the syllables leave your lips.

“Good, maybe you aren’t as useless as I thought.” He snickers, dropping your face but trapping you against the wall with his flesh forearm against your neck.

Your airway is constricted for a second, laboured and painful before Bucky is pulling you off of the wall.

“Follow me,” he barks, tugging you by the back of the neck until you budge.

His strides are long as you’re forced to keep up with him, walking through hallways so robotically with a stiff body.

You don’t know where you’re going, but the booming music is getting softer.....quieter, straying further and further out of your reach.

Bucky’s shoulders look huge, absolutely massive in the tight leather outfit he’s wearing. You know he’s in there somewhere, you just don’t know how to reach him.

But maybe you don’t want to.

Suddenly, you’re pushed against a wall, with his metal hand covering your mouth as your eyes go wide and you try to gasp.

“Don’t scream, Bunny.” He purrs, smirking as you hear two sets of footsteps go past you, completely unaware that there’s someone else in their presence.

Your heart is in your throat when he removes his hand, tugging you off the wall again so he’s holding your entire body weight up with his arm.

“Good girl, you learn quickly.” He praises, finger hooked up your chin. His lips hover right over yours, brushing them slightly—just enough to leave you wanting more.

There’s a flutter in your stomach, a feeling akin to when you’ve gone over a large hill or descended on a roller coaster; exciting and terrifying all at once.

“I’ve always been so,” he trails his finger down your jaw, “intrigued by you.”

You don’t know what it means, but you want to.

You’re shoved into a small room, a closet that barely fits the two of you. It’s dark and smells like aged wood.

His thigh is wedged between your legs, “always following orders.” He hums against your ear, nipping the skin below it.

“A Soldat’s dream,” it’s dark, the way he refers to himself.

“You’re gonna let me do whatever I want to you, Bunny.”

It’s not a question, you don’t have a choice, you’ve unwittingly sealed your fate as he meshes his lips against yours.

It’s overwhelming; his thick, padded thigh creating delicious friction against your cunt. Or the way his teeth sink into your bottom lip, tugging it to hear your soft whimpers.

You feel the wet, hot tell-tale signs of tears roll down your cheeks as Bucky pulls away to cradle your face.

It’s dark but your eyes are fully adjusted. It’s just too bad that you can see nothing else but darkness in his eyes.

“There’s no need to cry, Bunny,” he cooes, “I will take care of you.”

You’re unsure why you trust him, why you feel your body giving into him, but that’s what happens next.

A sinister chuckle passes through his lips as he tugs your pants down.

“I can smell you already,” he hisses, his cock hardening against your hip.

“You can try to fight me, Bunny. But your body tells me that you want this, that you need my cock filling you up.”

Your pussy jumps at his words, breathing ragged and heavy as the ache in your core burns right through you.

Your mouth falls open when you hear the whirring of his bionic fingers massage you slowly through your panties.

“I never said I wouldn’t make this enjoyable for you,” he smirks, watching you closely as your hands go to the vest he’s wearing.

He snarls, grabbing them at your wrists and lifting them over your head as you shudder at his strength.

If he wanted to kill you, he would’ve already.

“Maybe you are stupid,” he hisses. “Did I give you permission to touch?” He asks.

He nudges your clit with more force making you squeak.

He wanted an answer.

“N-no, Soldat.” You croak, feeling an sensation of...fulfillment when he smiles.

“Good little Bunny.” He sing-songs, “so wet and responsive.”

You gasp, mewl, arch your back as he slips two vibranium fingers into you. A shiver runs down your spine at the coolness of them, your walls welcoming them warmly.

“Can you hear that?” He asks, “hear how fuckin’ wet you are?”

You can, you can hear your wetness coating his fingers as he pumps them inside of you.

It’s absolutely filthy.

His other hand drops your wrists to your sides, flesh fingers crawling around your neck.

“Look at me, Bunny.” You don’t need to be told twice as your eyes shoot open.

“Open that pretty little mouth of you,” his voice is low and raspy, but collected despite his aching cock pressed against your hip.

His thumb presses into your bottom lip, folding it down to encourage you to open your mouth. Which you do, because he’s just too damn compelling.

You gasp back a moan, thick digits inside of your cunt now brushing that sweet, sweet, sweet spot as you watch Bucky’s saliva trail into your own mouth.

“Mine.” He growls, forcing your mouth closed, watching you swallow.

Your heartbeat reverberates in your ears, blood soaring to and from your heart as you feel yourself clenching around him.

“All. Fucking. Mine.” His words send you toppling over the edge, legs shaking and convulsing gently as he has to hold you up as you come.

There’s a zip, a tug of something, a gasp for breath as you feel his cock at your entrance.

“There’s no running now, Bunny. I’m gonna consume you,” he snarls, pushing himself past the threshold as he groans at the feeling of your wetness.

You’re forced to dig your fingernails into the leather of his jacket—clawing at it as you relish in the stretch.

He grunts with every powerful thrust, his chest colliding with your chest as he holds you up with ease.

He’s using you. Eyebrows taut as he focuses on one thing and one thing only; his carnal instincts.

“Shut up,” he seethes, shoving his fingers into your mouth.

They’re cool, tasting like your own arousal and something you can’t quite decipher.

“Say my name, say it.” He pants into your ear, something in his voice breaking.

“S-Soldat.” You choke out, trying to focus on the words that are coming out of your mouth.

“My name,” he whispers, “say, my name.”

Your heart hiccups as you open your eyes, “Bucky.”

He’s there, he’s looking at you—holding you tightly as you can see the same light in his eyes that you did just an hour ago.

“Bucky.” You say with more conviction, more confidently as you crash your lips on his.

“Your name is Bucky.” You whisper against his lips, feeling pleasure seeping in through your toes and spreading upwards.

The air is thick and hot, sticky and wet as you both catch your breaths.

You don’t trust your own legs to hold you weight, but when they hit the solid marble floor, you don’t have a choice.

“My name is Bucky,” he whispers, holding your face in one hand.

“But you are still my Bunny.”

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A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 4

***Here we go! Okay. So a reminder to everyone to read SAFELY! Please make sure you check in with yourself and your mental well-being before, during and after the fic. Know your triggers, know your limits. Be careful, dears. ❤❤ Also just a HUGE thank you to everyone for supporting this series. I am so glad you've all loved it so much. It's been a process, but I'm glad you've stuck with me throughout it 😊***

Poly!MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don't know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Inside the Purgatory Hall was a sight that no one had seen since the end of the Great Celestial War. The seven Avatars of Sin sat defeated around a broken, bloodied body as they held on tightly to one another with tears running down their face.

They each held on to a part of you as they bowed their heads in despair for the damage done to you and regret for inadvertently causing it to happen. They sat in silence for the first twenty minutes, simply basking in the utter sorrow that filled the room, before Satan spoke up. "L-Lucifer?" He asked with a woeful tone. "How do we fix this? C-Cause I've read all the books a-and I don't know how we can make this better." If the severity of the situation wasn't already so obvious, that fact that Satan, of all people, was turning to Lucifer for advice made it glaringly so. And then it got even worse.

Lucifer, not even looking up at his brother, squeezed your hand and he pressed his forehead against it. His shoulders shook as sobs began to come from his mouth. "I-I don't know, Satan. I...I just don't know if we can." Seeing Lucifer crack was enough for the entire group. Soon they were all leaning on one another, sobbing as they mourned what their relationship with you once was and feared for what would come in the future. In the midst of the crying, Leviathan felt a small squeeze on the hand he was holding. He quickly looked over at you and tried shushing his brothers. "I think they're waking up!" Lucifer looked over at Asmodeus. "Go get Simeon and Solomon!" Knowing that now wasn't the time to argue, Asmo merely nodded before taking off. There was some movement behind your eyelids, and you squeezed Mammon's hand tighter, but still no words or opening of eyes. Belphie ran a hand through your hair from where your head was in his lap. "Come on, Angel," he whispered desperately, "open your eyes for me. Wake up." A small groan came from you as the door flew open and Solomon, Luke and Simeon rushed into the room.

"All of you out," Solomon ordered as he shoved Levi out of the way and took his place. All of the brothers instantly tensed in defence. They opened their mouths to argue, but Solomon raised a hand to silence them. "We don't have time to argue this. Considering the situation when MC last saw you, I don't want to risk stressing them more by them waking up being surrounded by the seven of you. You can wait outside. We will let you in again if, and only if, they want to see you. Now, go," his words were quick and heated, though the wizard wasn't even looking at them, too focused on you. Lucifer growled lowly, before shaking his head and turning away from the wizard. "I hate to admit, but they-" "When he said we don't have time, he meant we don't have time!" Luke snapped and pointed at the door. "Out! Now! You should be grateful we even let you see them for this long!" Satan's head snapped towards Luke at those words. All of the rage that had been lying dormant inside of him, suddenly washed over him as he went to charge at the small angel. Luke didn't so much as flinch, even as Beel restrained him and the demon began snarling and thrashing. He did, however, react as a whimper spilled from your lips and you turned you began to move restlessly. "I said out!" he picked up the closest item to him, a pillow, and threw it harshly at Lucifer. "Take your feral brothers and leave." Lucifer glared at the child but did as asked. With some not-so-mild complaints from the others, the lords left the room. Luke stomped over to the door and locked it shut behind them. Simeon replaced where Belphegore had been sitting, and placed your head in his lap gently, as he watched your eyes begin to softly flutter open.

*** Pain and shouting. That's all you could hear and feel. What was happening around you or what even happened to you, you couldn't recall. You wanted the noise to stop. You wanted the pain to go away. You tried to open your mouth to ask for as much, but all that came was a whimper. The shouting got worst, and the ringing in your head grew and grew until finally, a peaceful silence filled the room. It was now just you, the darkness, and the pain. Or so you thought until you felt someone place your head down on something soft. Mustering up what little strength you could pull from your body, you slowly blinked open your eyes. Blue eyes. At the sight of them, you instantly felt the panic that you hadn't even realized had built up, deflate within you. Blue eyes had saved you. Of that much, you were sure. You couldn't quite remember the details. But you knew that a person with blue eyes had saved you from something...something horrible. These blue eyes in particular were surrounded by warm brown skin and framed with dark hair; making you realize that this was not the person who saved you. Simeon

Your mind provided. His name is Simeon. Simeon smiled peacefully at you. "Hello, MC. It's lovely to see you with us again." You heard little footsteps rush across the room. When you looked over you found your true saviour, Luke, looking at you with a concerned, teary-eyed expression. "Are you in pain? Do you remember what happened? Simeon said that you hit your head pretty hard, but we wouldn't know the extent until you woke up. D-Do you remember me?" You chuckled, though the sound was dry and cracked from disuse and you nodded. "Of course, I remember you, Luke. You saved me," you croaked. At hearing your voice, Luke gasped and grabbed a glass of water from the side table. He handed it to you as a white-haired man, Solomon if you could recall, helped you sit up. "Th-That's good! That means you're okay! R-Right, Simeon?" Luke stuttered tearfully as glanced up at his superior. You weren't listening though. As they moved you into a seating position, you had suddenly become fully aware of something, or rather, your lack of something. "M-My...My leg," the room fell silent as you lean forward and brushed your fingers against the bandages. It all came flooding back to you. The fight. The demons. The complete and utter terror that filled your body. The excruciating pain as you believed that you were going to be eaten alive. You gasped and pulled back as though you had been burned. "Oh-Oh my god!" you choked out as you brought a trembling hand to cover your mouth as you stared at the space where your leg used to be. "Th-they- I almost- I-I think I'm going to be sick." Solomon's eyes widened as he quickly grabbed a nearby vase and placed it under your face. You gripped onto it tightly as you spilled your stomach contents inside it. Simeon whispered small words of comfort as he rubbed your back. "Let it out. You'll feel better afterwards. " You whimpered and passed the vase off to Solomon who set it aside. Your heart was racing in your chest as your thoughts travelled at a mile a minute. Your body trembled as a few cries slipped from your lips. You felt nothing and everything at once. What were you supposed to do? Simeon, Solomon and Luke were here, and you were so grateful for them. But they weren't who you wanted. They weren't who you needed. "The brothers-" You sobbed as you gripped onto the blanket that hardly maintained your modesty. "I-I want my boys. Please? A-Are they here? D-Do they know a-a-about...about-" Solomon gently squeezed your arm as you began to sob. "They know and they're here. They're a bit of a mess, but they're here," although his tone was soft, there was an edge of displeasure in it. "We know about the fight, so we thought we would give you the choice of whether or not you wanted to see them." You nodded your head weakly. "Bring them in." Luke whined and lightly pulled on your hand. "B-B-But MC! It's their fault you were out there! How could you possibly want to see them after all of that?" His eyes were wide with both desperation and confusion. He couldn't understand how you would want to see people who had caused you so much pain. He couldn't fathom why you would want to see the men who shared the same infernal species as your attackers. He didn't know why you would rather their hellish presence over his angelic comfort. But you did. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you answered. "I don't care what they did, right now. At the moment, all I care is that they're here, which means that they must have some level of concern for me. Right now all I want and need is my significant others to hold me and tell me that I'm going to be okay," you looked over at Simeon with water-lined eyes as you pleaded. "So can you please bring them to me. We'll sort the rest out later. Right now, I just want them by my side."

Simeon's lips parted in shock of your words and, for a moment, a flash of disappointment flickered across his eyes before it was quickly replaced with acceptance. The angel smiled gently at you before placing a kiss on the top of your head. "Of course, little lamb, I will fetch them right away." From your right, Solomon let out a heavy sigh as he squeezed your shoulder once more. Simeon merely had to unlock the door, before your lovers came tumbling into the room. They all rushed over to you, quickly blanketing you in hugs, kisses, and frantic apologies. While you were buried in the chaos, Simeon sadly smiled at the group before leading both Luke and Solomon out of the room. You shushed your boys and felt your heart warm at the feeling of being in their arms once more. "Apologies can come later," you began, causing Beel to whine in protest. "We have a lot to talk about, yes. B-But right now, I just want you guys to love me and hold me," your bottom lip began to tremble as you choked on your tears. "I-I know that I'm asking for your attention, once again. A-And I know that having to share me with each other is a-a-a lot but-" You were cut off by Mammon pulling you against his chest and burying his face in your hair. "I never should'a said any of that, treasure. I was wrong. S-So fuckin' wrong." Lucifer pressed a kiss to one of your inner palms before placing it on his cheek. "But, it's as you said. This is a conversation we'll have when you're ready. For now, will you allow us all to love you unconditionally, just as you deserve?" You could only nod, as sobs overtook you once more. You were held in every direction. Kissed on your wounds, as though the magic of your love could heal the damage that was done. Praised in the gentlest and most affectionate of whispered. Caressed with hands so careful and attentive, that you would think they were holding the world. And if you asked the lords, they were. Things weren't fixed, and they weren't perfect, but for the time being, you didn't need them to be. For now, you were all together. You were all loved, and you were all alive. And just for now, that was enough.

***There you have it, folks! That is A Pain You'll Soon Regret. I plan on writing an epilogue that will probably touch on the discussion they all need to have, MC getting their new leg, and potentially Diavolo? I haven't decided on him yet. The epilogue probably will be another couple of days, but in the meantime, I hope you enjoyed this sob fest. Remember to take care of yourself and to be kind to one another. Love you all -B*** TAGLIST: @obey-mes-treasure, @holygarm, @sufzku, @rivera-tickles, @angelprotectress, @theother4, @ester-is-here, @bissshitsu, @drsquishysquich, @leviathan-is-a-pretty-name, @zxlaki, @mammons-wife, @letsblazewolf, @levislui, @gallantys,

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