#like man.. trying to open up and talk about stuff sucks cause no one is taking you seriously

[amentomensmut]

I've never asked for a request before and i dont have clout to write it myself so i thought id ask since i like some of your Mike stuff but

What about something like reader and Mike are friends and he goes to a wedding her as a favor cause i like the idea that he has like a messy suit, loose tie kind of hot mess vibe and smutty things happen lol I dont have much in mind but the idea of him in a messy suit trying to look cleaned up is just like ...drool idk

Plus One

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader wc: 3.1k+

Summary: You invite Mike to be your plus one at your sister's wedding, but things go wrong during the reception and Mike uses you to take out his frustrations.

Warnings: 18+ CONTENT, okay so like reader and Mike are friends but also its kinda angry sex??? You’ll see. Manhandling (sorta), slight exhibitionism, degrading, praise, dirty talk, finger sucking, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap pookies)

Note: oh my GOD this one got away from me and i'm NOT sure about it, I feel like i could’ve written this a bit better but i just started babbling and now we're here. to the person who requested this: THANK YOU.  i loved ur idea and him in a suit like makes me drool too omg. i also couldn’t help adding a little angst in here. also so nevry to post this?? so lmk what u guys think! enjoy :)

“Please, Mike. I swear this is the last thing you’ll ever have to do for me!” You plead, trying to reason with the very unimpressed looking man in front of you. You’ve been stuck in Mike's kitchen for the past half hour trying to convince him to be your plus one to your sister's wedding next Saturday. Clearly, your convincing hasn’t been successful so far. 

“The last time I did a favour for you was supposed to be the last time.” Mike says with a knowing smirk, and you roll your eyes. A few weeks ago, you went out to a bar with some friends and you may have had a few too many long island iced teas. The owner had forced your hand into calling someone to pick you up, and it was Mike's number you had dialled that night. As he drove you back to your apartment with an unpleasant look on his face, you swore to him that that would be the last favour you'd ever ask of him. How you wish you could take that back right about now. 

“Okay, well, I was drunk when I said that. So it doesn't count.” You say with a frown, crossing your arms against your chest like a child who was denied candy. 

You can’t really blame Mike for not wanting to go. Your family is…a lot. You love your family, you really do (most of the time). But, they can be judgemental. You were the kid in school who always got the hottest new toys for Christmas, and had big themed parties for your birthday every year. It had never really dawned on you that you were more well off than other kids until you had met Mike. You became friends with Mike when you were both 15. When you first brought Mike over to your house to hang out, you heard your parents whispering about him that night when you were supposed to be in bed. Your parents gossiped about the kidnapping of his brother, the suicide of his mother, and how Mike and his sister were essentially left to their own devices with their father paralyzed and consumed by grief. It made you sick to hear your parents nitpick and discuss Mike's life like it was a reality tv show. Your parents never really approved of your friendship with Mike, and they tend to not-so-subtly make that known whenever you make the mistake of bringing him up in a conversation. 

“I don’t think that’s how that works. Besides, when your sister offered you a plus one, I really don’t think she had me in mind.” Mike says as he reaches into his fridge for a beer. “In fact, I think she’d prefer you to invite that guy who works at the convenience store and catcalls you everytime you go in, instead of me.” He says, cracking open his beer and offering you a smile before he takes a sip. 

“Well now you’re just being dramatic.” You huff as you walk over to the couch in Mike's living room and take a seat. Mike follows you from the kitchen and sits down in his armchair, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. Mike sticks his tongue out at you and you have to restrain yourself from strangling the man. If it were any other wedding you would’ve just gone on your own. However, your family events tend to…take a turn for the worst. Your family's gatherings usually end with drama, and you know that even though it’s your sister's wedding, this will be no different. That’s why you're insistent on bringing Mike as your plus one, so you can have a little support if things go awry. 

“Very mature.” You say with a shake of your head, once again rolling your eyes at the rude gesture.

“Listen, I’ll go. But, on one condition.” Mike says, and you sit up straight at his words.

“What’s the condition?” You ask suspiciously, but at this point you think you’d agree to almost anything.

“You babysit Abby for a month,”

“Deal.”

“And do my laundry for a month.” Mike adds.

“That’s two conditions actually, Mike.” You scoff as you get off the couch to leave.

“So you’re inviting the guy from the convenience store then?” Mike teases, knowing he's your only option.

You turn around to face Mike, squinting your eyes at him. God, you hate that cocky smirk he does when he knows he's winning. Bastard.

“Have a suit by Saturday. I’ll be over at 10am.” You sigh, flipping Mike off as you leave through his front door.

“Very mature.” You hear him mumble on your way out.

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“Mike, it looks like you just came back from a bachelor party. Not like you’re going to a wedding.” You say, noting the way Mike’s tie hangs loosely around his neck and the first couple buttons on his white button up are left undone. Mike runs his hands through his hair and you quickly bat them away, scolding him for ruining the hair you had just attempted to fix in the car only moments before you arrived. You can’t deny that he looks handsome. He surely looks charming with the way his gelled hair falls messily on his forehead, and the way his dads old suit fits him almost perfectly.

“Well, hopefully your sister doesn’t mind.” Mike says sarcastically as he adjusts the cuff links on the ends of his sleeves and steps out of your car and towards the church where your sister is getting married. 

The first half of the wedding went pretty smoothly. You and your sister have never really been close, so It wasn’t a surprise to you when she didn’t ask you to be a bridesmaid. You and Mike sat a few rows down, occasionally playing footsies under the pew when you’d accidentally bump feet. A kiss was shared between the bride and groom, and everyone left to go to the reception. 

You were nervous about the reception, to be quite honest. Mike could tell, and he put his hand on your lower back, resting it there as you both walked into the banquet hall. You nearly faint when you see the sheer amount of people that fill the room. There have to be about 200 people minimum. It seemed like way less in the church, you think.

“I need a drink.” You mumble to Mike, dragging him over to the bar. 

Both you and Mike order a drink, and you want to be swallowed by the ground when you hear your mothers shrill, sing-songy voice behind you. 

“Darling! I didn’t see you during the ceremony, I thought you hadn’t come.” You turn around and she pulls you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to both of your cheeks. She pulls away from you and you notice her eyes immediately land on Mike. “Oh, and what a surprise. Mike, how are you and your sister?” Your mother continues, and you bite the inside of your cheek. 

You watch as Mike plasters a big, albeit fake, smile on his face and shakes your mothers hand. 

“Abby and I are doing well, thank you for asking.” Mike says, and you almost laugh at his cordial tone. Mike sends you a ‘help me’ look and you mouth a ‘sorry’ to him.

“Gosh, it just devastated me to hear about your fathers passing.” Your mother says, clutching her chest like she's in pain, and you think she deserves an Oscar for the way she acts like she gives a shit. “I’m sure it must be so hard for you to provide for your sister alone.” Your mother adds and you watch the smile slowly slide off of Mike’s face.

“Why do you say that?” He asks, and you suddenly regret ever asking Mike to be your plus one. 

“Mom-,” You start to say, but she disregards your voice, raising her hand as you speak to stop you.

“Well, I know you struggle keeping a job. You know, not everyone is cut out to raise a child.” If you could see yourself, you’re sure all the colour would be drained from your face. You’re left speechless, mouth half hung open at your mothers words. How could she say that? She doesn’t know him like you do. She doesn’t know how much Mike sacrifices to provide for Abby.

You look over at Mike and his jaw is tightly clenched. You brace yourself for Mike's next words, but they don’t come. Instead, you watch as he excuses himself and walks towards the mens bathroom.

“Well, he woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Your mother jokes once Mike is out of earshot.

“Jesus Christ, mom.” You say incredulously as you turn to go find Mike. 

You walk towards the bathrooms, entering the men’s restroom with only one thing on your mind. Mike. Luckily the restroom is empty, save for Mike who is leaning over the counter. You slowly reach behind yourself, locking the bathroom door. You begin to step towards Mike, but you stop when you hear his voice.

“Do you think I'm not fit to raise Abby?” Mike asks you angrily, not even turning to look at you. You just stand there like an idiot, reaching down to fidget with the hem of your shirt.

“I-, no. Of course not.” You say, and the music that was loud in the hall, is now only a low hum in the bathroom. 

It’s silent for a moment, and you’re not really sure what to say, or how to make things better. You resume taking slow, tentative steps towards Mike and you stop once you’re behind him. You place an uncertain hand on his back, softly rubbing it up and down to comfort him. He lets you touch him and you hear him let out a breath. He turns around to face you and you look up to meet his eyes. He studies your face for a moment, and you inch even closer to him. 

“I’m sorry about my mom. That was inexcusable.” You sigh. If you were in Mike’s shoes, you probably would’ve left the reception entirely, and you’re not entirely opposed to that idea right now. 

“Your mother doesn’t think I’m good enough for you.” Mike finally says, and there’s distaste in his tone. You don’t say anything, you know it's true. Your family, especially your mother, has never approved of your friendship with Mike. 

“Do you think that?” Mike asks you, and you’re just now realising how close Mike’s face is to your own. You look up at him with furrowed brows and shake your head.

“No, Mike. I don’t think that.” You say quietly, and you swear the tension between Mike and you is so thick, it could be cut with a knife. You look down, but you feel Mike's hand grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look back up at him.

“You can’t even look at me when you say it. Pathetic.” Mike seethed. You let out a hushed whimper at his words..

“Sorry.” You say, but your voice sounds small. “I know you are.” He coos, rubbing his thumb back on fourth on your cheek.

“I need you to do something for me, okay?” Mike says, leaning down to speak in your ear. His voice is sweet and the switch in moods makes your head spin.

“Okay.” You nod and Mike pulls away from your ear to look you in the eyes.

“Be fucking quiet.” He says, and he presses his lips to yours. You softly gasp in shock, but quickly kiss him back as he turns you around to hoist you up onto the counter. He grabs both of your knees, opening them to make space for him to stand between your legs. He grips your thighs harshly, and you sigh when he sucks on your bottom lip. He puts one of his hands under your jaw, using it to hold your head in place as he kisses you. His lips are slightly chapped, but you don’t mind. He kisses you with fever, and you can’t deny that you haven’t thought about this. 

He kisses down to your jaw and neck, sucking the skin in a way where you know there will be bruises. Jerk. You run your hands through his hair, throwing your head back at the pleasurable feeling of his lips gliding over your skin. The hand that was on your thigh is now trailing up your leg and under your skirt. You clench your legs around his hand and he softly bites your neck, wordlessly scolding you for your actions. You reopen your legs and his hand comes up to make contact with your clothed clit. He rubs slow circles and you let out a soft whimper.

“You gonna let me fuck you?” He slurs in your ear, and his fingers move from your clit to the waistband on your panties, pulling it back and slapping it against your skin. You nod and he’s pulling you off of the counter and flipping you around. Mike bends you over and your chest meets the cold granite. You look in front of you and you can see Mike behind you in the mirror on the wall. He pushes your knee length skirt up and around your hips, and groans at the sight of you bent over for him.

“You okay?” He asks genuinely, running his hands along the sides of your body in a comforting manor.

“Yeah, keep going.” You breathe out and he hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties, pulling them down. You clench around nothing as the cold air hits your cunt. You moan softly as Mike spreads your pussy open with his thumbs, groaning at how wet you are. Without warning, he inserts his pointer and middle finger inside of you, thrusting them in and out. The lewd, squelching sounds of Mike fingering you fill the bathroom and you suck in a sharp breath as his fingers curl up into your sweet spot. 

“Apparently your pussy thinks I’m good enough.” Mike says and you look up into the mirror to see his jaw slack, watching the way his fingers move in and out of you. You can feel Mike's erection brushing against the back of your thigh as he rocks his hips with every thrust of his fingers. 

“Mike, fuck me.” You whine, and Mike takes his fingers out of you. He brings them to your lips, pushing them inside your mouth, and you can hear him undoing his belt with his other hand. 

“Thought I told you to be fucking quiet.” He murmurs and you watch in the mirror as he shoves his pants and boxers down just enough to pull his hard cock out. He removes his fingers from your lips, using your spit as lube to pump his cock a few times before lining it up with your pussy. He slowly inches himself inside of you, pushing you down onto the counter. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream and you hear Mike let out a whine at the feeling of being in you. 

He starts to pump himself in and out of you, and he pulls you up by your shirt into his chest to make you watch yourself in the mirror. He fucks into you like he can’t get enough of you. Like being inside of you isn’t close enough.

“What would your mother think? Hm? About her sweet little angel getting fucked in the bathroom?” Mike says in your ear, with a sickeningly sweet tone. It's like he just knows how to push your buttons. You let out a low moan at his words. 

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Mike adds and your legs shake when he uses the hand that was holding you up to rub your clit. You drop back down on the counter and Mike grabs your hip with his free hand, using it as leverage to bottom out in you with every single thrust. He throws his head back in ecstasy and you clench around him, signalling your impending orgasm. 

“You wanna cum?” Mike asks, and his voice is raspy and fucked out. You nod your head ‘yes’. 

“No, want you to say it.” Mike says, and you can tell he’s close by his sloppy, less rhythmic thrusts.

“Please, Mike. Please, can I cum?” You beg, your voice hoarse. The filthy sounds of skin against skin echo throughout the bathroom, and if someone has tried to enter the bathroom since you’ve been in here, you’ve been too fucked out to hear it. Thank god I locked the door, you think.

“Cum, baby, Fuck.” Mike chokes out. Your legs shake as you cum around his cock, your orgasm only heightened by the feeling of him filling you up. You bite down on your hand to muffle yourself and you swear to god you hear Mike whimper, pussy drunk as he continues to ride his high thrusting in and out of your sloppy pussy.

After catching his breath, you feel Mike pull out of you and you wince at the feeling of his cum dripping down your inner thighs. You slowly tilt your head up as you watch Mike get some toilet paper to clean himself up. He tucks himself back inside his boxers and pulls his pants up. You flinch a little as you feel him come up behind you, cleaning you up with more toilet paper. 

“Sorry, was I too rough?” He asks softly, looking at you through the mirror and you shake your head.

“No, just sensitive.” You say as Mike finishes cleaning you. You pull your panties back up, letting your skirt fall back over your legs. Your knees buckle a little bit as you try to stand straight and Mike rushes over to you, lending you a hand.

“You know, I actually think you’re one of the only people who genuinely thinks I am good enough.” Mike says, and you look up at him.

“Of course I do. I always have.” You say softly, gently touching Mike’s cheek.

#smut #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson smut #fnaf #fnafmovie #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut

[itiswormtimebaby]

Pairing: Dark Mafia!Bucky x fem reader CW: DARK. dom Bucky, sub reader, not safe or sane, slut shaming, degradation, implied violence (against omc), boot stuff/licking, dubcon (to be safe), implied voyeurism

“You let him in my pussy?” 

Prostrated in front of him you don’t dare lift your head from its position- forehead pressed into the cold concrete floor between your spread arms. Bucky circles around behind your prone form, kicking your legs further wide, knees skittering painfully across the rough surface. “Answer me.” His voice is as lethal as the gun on his hip.

“N-no.” Your voice is weak in the presence of his ire, any good time feeling you’d had earlier in the night has gone cold, as cold as the arousal drying on your puffy lower lips. An undignified yelp escapes you unbidden as the toe of one of his expensive leather boots settles against your cunt, swiping across it before he moves to stand in front of you. At his command you lift your head up, allowing him to slide the offending object into your line of vision, your slick marring its otherwise pristine polish; “Then why are you so god-damn wet?” You shake your head weakly, knowing there was no correct answer, he wouldn’t believe a placating lie no matter how sweetly delivered and the truth would only- 

“Clean it up.” Tearfully you begin to kitten lick across the soiled surface, ashamed at the fresh wave of arousal that the action insights within you, knowing any seconds you’d be leaking all over the floor. You vaguely wonder with a filthy thrill if he’d have you clean that as well. He doesn’t speak again until he is satisfied with your work; “Assume the position.” Like a puppet on a string your body jerks into place, legs folding under you until you are on your knees, bare ass cheeks pressed into the heels of your feet, hands limp against your thighs, neck bent. 

“Don’t make me ask again. Speak.”

“He…he touched me.” 

A fresh wave of slick gushes from your neglected opening as you revel in the fear, the shame, the desperate desire that being pinned under Bucky’s gaze is causing you.

“He got you wet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“He touched my pussy?” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

“How many fingers?” 

“SIR!”

Bucky scowls at your tone, at your audacity, he gives you everything and you think he’d be okay with you going on dates? On letting someone besides him touch you? 

“Fine,” He grits out between clenched teeth, “You don’t want to tell me?” 

The room is deathly quiet aside from soft schlick of your thighs rubbing together, you can’t tell what he’s doing and won’t risk looking around to try and figure it out. It doesn’t matter, the answer becomes clear soon enough. “Steve?” The muffled voice of his right hand man alerts you to the fact that he’s on the phone, “Break all ten.” 

Fingers, you realize, he’s talking about your dates fingers. 

“Then bring him in.” 

Terror, arousal, shame, regret- it burst forth from your body in the form of tears.

Bucky crouches down so your eye level, calloused fingers gathering the salty droplets and sucking them into your mouth; “You want to act like a whore, Doll? Then I’ll fuck you like one. That sorry son of a bitch is going to see exactly who owns this pussy, and if you ever so much as breathe in his direction again I won’t just break his fingers, I’ll take both fucking hands.”

#dark bucky barnes #dark mafia!bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut

[dracobrooklyn]

|| MDNI 18+ ||

Did anyone ask for Vox x Female!Reader headcannons? No? That's fine. As Thanos said "Fine, I'll do it myself." and I just did.

This is a Cannon x Female!Reader just a heads up. I do take some cannon stuff from the Show, but I also add my own things in their, these are just guess's since we don't know what's gonna happen in Season 2.

CW: There is NSFW stuff in this, Sugar Daddy x Sugar baby theme, pet names, P in V sex, spanking, biting, scratching, and a bit of Age-gap.

Word count: 777

Vox is very much old fashion so dating him, he very much can be a gentleman with his lover. His sweet little sugar baby. Opens the door for you, pulls out the chair for you and gently slides you back in. Kiss's your knuckles as a token of affection and greeting. Vox I like to think absolutely would sometimes sends flowers if he is inspired or saw them thinking about you.

I mean why are you dating him? Isn't he dating Valentino and Velvet? Well yes he is, but why not have more in the circle. Also yes you are probably in your middle to late 20's and he probably in his late 30's Early 40's... But he also offered a good price to be his arm candy. $5,000 Dollars. Welp time to put on that makeup, and cute heels he likes.

Vox isn't into much PDA but he will wrap an arm around you to keep by his side. Sit on his lap in a club or even when he's working onto his chair. May run his Blue neon claws through your hair just to get a good feel of them while listening to someone talk or reading something. Maybe smell the shampoo you used in your hair.

Vox will SPOIL you! And I mean it. The Man will buy you so much Jewelry. Nice new clothes, dresses, shoes, and yes sexy lingerie. Or he will get Velvets stuff for free cause yeah they work together. He likes to dress up his lil Sugar baby. The Lingerie he likes black, anything with black and some blue in there, he will lose his mind! In a good way that is. You see the red blood of the corner of his mouth seeping as he grins at you wearing that delectable outfit.

Vox will want you to call him daddy. I am not kidding he will look at you smirking as he hands you a gift you say "Thank you." to him as he wiggles his brows at you as he asks "How about thank you daddy~?". You're not sure if you like to say the nickname, it's in a way degrading to yourself... but at the same time you can't help but blush and mumbled it out making him grin showing his sharp teeth, and the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth again. Vox is a Switch, I am sure he very much bottoms when it comes to Valentino or maybe Tops the Moth man when Valentino feels like taking it up from the ass. But with you, you're the Sub, and he's the Dom. He will want you to call him daddy while he is thrusting into you. Resting your knee's onto his shoulders trying to bend you as much as he can so he can thrust deeper inside your plush wet Pussy.

Will the man electrocute you sometimes during sex? A little yes, I like to think his blue tongue does lick onto your skin and you feel a little shock. Causing goosebumps onto your skin. Even more so he will do it to your nipples as well. Vox also is a Biter, I mean with those sharp teeth, He leaves marks. The Bite marks glow neon blue but they slowly fade away over night only leaving the bite marks.

Vox's pet names towards you is "Kitten, Sugar Tits, Princess, and Sweet heart." and sometimes "Brat." if you act up because this man is a Brat tamer. He will grab you and give you a soft spank as a warning. If you continue, he will later at night give you a punishment worth deserving.

Vox loves lip play. Gently takes his blue claw thumb gently flicking your lip lovingly tracing his thumb onto them as he licks his teeth slowly. He loves looking at your lips, just thought of them kissing something to vile as he is. Or even sucking him off.

Vox cums neon blue cum... I'm not sorry and I was not the only one who thought that, don't lie.... *squints eyes* Vox uses Sex toys?.... Honey.... the man is the vibrator... XD JK but he does yes, he will get creative though as long you like it of course. I like to think he communicates with his partner, unlike Valentino the rat. And Yes use Aphrodisiac's if you're alright with that. Give you a better sex experience.

His Aftercare is meh, it could be better but he at least make sure you have something to drink after fucking you. Makes sure you didn't get hurt from his claws cause he do have those sharp claws. They hurt guys... ouch.

#Hazbin Hotel #Vox #Hazbin Hotel Vox #Hazbin Hotel x Reader

[bigfan-fanfic]

Iphicles (Male!Reader x Percy Jackson PLATONIC)

Big brother!reader x Percy Jackson PLATIONIC Just headcanons of him protecting and helping and just genuinely being a good brother please 🥹

tw angst, mentions of emotional and physical domestic abuse, injury

NOTE: I was thinking of making this a series and continuing it through to Last Olympian. This one doesn't have as much Percy x big brother interaction, but think of it as a setup. Let me know if you want more!

Did you know Heracles had a brother?

While Heracles was the son of Zeus and Alcmene, Alcmene had a husband already - Amphitryon, a mortal man. So there were two babies in the crib - the child of a god and the child of a mortal.

This child was named Iphicles. And while he was never as strong as his brother, he was a powerful warrior in his own right, and accompanied his brother on his quest.

You think about this myth a lot.

You're about four when you meet Poseidon. He went by Yuri then, and it was only later you found out it was short for one of his other names, Eurykreion, which meant wide-ruling.

Yuri loves your mom, you know that. But it's hard, that year, when they get close, and you start to get attached to this guy who might be a father figure to you, and he vanishes.

Leaving your mom pregnant, and you with nothing.

Nothing but a brother with a weird name.

You're ten when Mom meets Gabe. Gabe seems kinda cool at first. He lets you ride in the front seat of his Camaro when he takes you to school, teaches you how to open his beer bottles on the corner of a table (oh what a red flag that turned out to be), and he takes an interest in you, when most of your life since Percy has been about the really weird stuff that starts to happen around him.

You remember screaming when you saw that snake in Percy's crib.

You're pretty sure that that lady who tried to take Percy from his stroller wasn't just wearing a funky coat, and actually had wings.

Or that bus driver with the one eye.

Mom freaks out you bring home a book about Greek myths from the library. She bans you from showing it to Percy.

And that's when it kinda clicks. These monsters you read about... they're part of the world, but they fit in differently. They're not robbers on the dangerous roads between Athens and Thebes, they're mattress salesmen and reclusive sculptors, and kindly old women on the bus, and teachers that constantly demean your little brother for his dyslexia.

Like, you're ten, and MOM can barely even say dyslexia, so how could your six year old little brother figure it out?

And then Gabe shows his true colors. All the little warning signs that could be forgiven from a nice guy start to balloon to almost comic proportions.

You've been a good big brother to Percy. Yeah, it's your job to take care of him, but you love him too. He's tiny and adorable and afraid of everything, and you just wanna show him that things can be good. Like the blue food your mom makes, or the little moments you can make for him that aren't weird or worrying.

But then Gabe tears your little brother away. Percy gets sent off to boarding school after boarding school. For six long years, the only time you see your brother is during the summer, or when he gets expelled.

Part of you wonders if he feels that same sibling bond, if he wants to leave his fancy schools to get back to you.

Gabe's a shit. Way more when the little kid isn't around, and as you get older, he gets bolder, more willing to get nasty the less you look like a baby.

You try not to get bitter, but it sucks so much, living like this. Your mom works soul-crushing hours at that candy store, and her mean boss says you can't just hang out there after school anymore cause you'll distract her.

You wander New York as long as you can after school rather than be alone with Gabe.

And the one time you tried to talk to a counselor at school, she perked up oddly and mentioned your little brother Perseus (how did she even know?) and her eyes changed color and you ran as fast as you could.

You feel angry at the world. At Gabe. At your mother, for letting your brother get sent away, for doing nothing when Gabe yelled at you for no reason, for all the little things, and at yourself for blaming her, for being powerless yourself, for barely recognizing Percy when he gets home, for almost hoping he gets expelled soon so he can reunite with you sooner.

You've had suspicions since you were nine. You turn sixteen and you scream at the Harlem River, daring Poseidon to fight you.

And for any other mortal, he wouldn't show up, but a hand lands on your shoulder and you turn to punch Yuri in the gut.

Your hand breaks, but he pulls a starfish out of his pocket and plasters it over your hand and you can feel the bones mending, and you both sit and talk.

The gods are real.

And they suck.

Your mom refused his offer of a palace under the sea, and you can't decide whether to hate her for it or hate Poseidon for dating your mom when he's already married and he knew he couldn't stay.

He's never been there for Percy. Never been there for your mom. Never been there for you.

Gabe hits her, does he know that? How long until he starts hitting you? Hitting Percy?

How long before the dwindling light goes out?

You hate him so much, you growl, but he hugs you and all the fight leaves, like the tide finally setting back out.

You are not his son, but in that moment you are of the sea, and he understands you.

You are the son of Sally Jackson, the brother of Perseus, and you will be the Earthshaker where the Earthshaker himself cannot tread.

It doesn't change anything, but when Poseidon finally says it, finally says "I am sorry," it moves you. There is someone out there that can see and acknowledge your suffering. Poseidon has lost countless children, was eaten by his own father, betrayed by his brothers. He has witnessed the entire breadth of humanity, and yet in this moment, a god apologizes for the woes of a mortal.

You are sixteen when you meet a god.

He will not be the last.

Poseidon kisses your forehead, drenching you in seafoam as he vanishes, and you feel reborn.

You are worn smooth by waves, hardened by salty brine, and you bide your time, even bringing yourself to smile at Gabe when you get home. You make the bean dip so Mom can rest when she gets home, and you smirk when Gabe is visibly shaken by your confidence.

You wait, because like Poseidon said, Percy is getting older, and things may come to pass. He will need a guardian, a guide.

There is a place for children of the gods, like him.

Camp Half-Blood.

#percy jackson x reader #pjo headcanons #headcanons #platonic #percy jackson x male reader

[erwinsvow]

maybe not ward cause when is he not fake dead but it’s the fact reader would walk past rose in the hallway in just one of rafe’s shirts and both women would just share a look like 👀 ‘let’s not kid ourselves, you know, i know. can we just not…’

also apparently there was a scrapped ‘rose slept with rafe storyline’ and my first thought was wtf, then, not on my girl ‘reader’s’ watch.

it's not appropriate. you know it, rafe knows it. and the two of you should really be more careful, because it's starting to seem like neither of you care about who's at home anymore who's listening, on each other like rabbits all times of the day.

at least when wheezie was around, the two of you were more concerned, wanting to make sure she wasn't accidentally traumatized, but now she's away at camp and sarah's barely at home, so the thought of being quiet and cautious was out the door.

you're sure rafe's step-mom doesn't like you—that she thinks you're a poked hole in a condom away from being a permanent fixture in rafe's life. you've even overheard her once, asking mr. cameron to talk to rafe about easing up, that accidental pregnancies ruin lives, that you're out to ruin rafe.

your feelings are hurt, of course. you don't think there's a person in kildare who doesn't like you, and the idea that someone in rafe's family is out to break that streak stings painfully. but rafe doesn't care about his stepmom or her opinion, so you follow his lead. you tried your hardest to be nice to her, but if she didn't want to be nice back, you weren't gonna keep trying.

rafe was good about instilling his own life rules in you—first and foremost, not to bend over backwards for anyone, except him.

that's why this feels extra awkward—running into his step-mom while clad just in his button up, haphazardly thrown on so you can go down stairs to get some water. you suck in a breath, awkwardly making eye contact. you don't wanna look away first, no, rafe says the weaker one does that. you keep looking, frozen in place, wrapping your arms around yourself and bringing the rafe scented cloth closer to you.

"sorry," you start, though you don't think there's any sincerity in your apology. "if we were being too loud."

she doesn't respond, walking away. you get your water and head back up to rafe's room, wanting to tell him but feeling like you shouldn't. rafe didn't outright tell you that his step mom was suggesting something other than a normal relationship to him, but it didn't take a genius to figure it out.

she'll just have to keep trying, you think, leaving the door a crack open, so more sound would escape that way.

soooooo in my opinion that tracks....there's sm tension in that scene with rafe the stepmom n the knife in season two!!! i cant be the only one who picked up on that. ur so right though not on readers watch shes looking out for her man!! this got weird n darker than other stuff i write so dont send me hate just close ur eyes <3

#i kinda made this weird n dark sorry guys #loving all the convos tn tysm for sending baeee made me get out of my comfort zone a lil #📮 asks

[mayajadewrites]

Levi Ackerman x Reader: Moth to a Flame

C H A P T E R F O U R: D A Y O F F

warning: smut ahead

ao3

In the morning, Jean came by your room to walk with you to breakfast. The others have caught on to what you and him experienced last night, which causes loads of teasing.

In the mess hall, Jean kisses your temple before grabbing a tray for your food. He's a gentleman in that way, he thinks of you first.

"How cute are you guys!" Sasha smiled, pulling Connie in for a half hug, "Right Connie?!"

"Get off me, potato." Connie shoved her off, waking a sip of his coffee. "I'm glad it finally happened so Jean can shut the hell up about you finally."

You blush, watching Jean grab your food. He flashed a quick smile at you before you noticed a certain dark haired, steel eyed man walk in the room.

Your feelings for Levi will always linger. You fell hard for him. Just his presence brings goosebumps to your skin.

But you have Jean now. It's time to get to know him.

Jean brings his lips to yours as he sits down, garnering the attention of the Captain. Levi sucked his teeth before turning his head to Erwin, who was grabbing a cup of coffee.

The regiment gave everyone a day off to relax before the big mission on Friday, and you planned on spending some time with Jean before the stress of battle.

You invited him back to your room since the girls would be out for the day and you could finally have some privacy. Jean closed your door gently, bringing your body to his as he pressed his lips to yours. His tongue slid in your mouth with ease while he picked you up by your waist to wrap your legs around his waist. His breath smelt like mint, he definitely just brushed his teeth.

You made-out with Jean on and off for hours, making jokes in between. He was asking you questions about your life, what your favorite things are, all that good stuff.

Then you heard a fist banging against your door.

A voice you know all too well was saying your name.

"Shit, is that Captain Levi?" Jean put his jacket on.

"I think so." You whisper, getting up from your bed. Your eyes could've rolled out of your eye sockets. As you open the door, you see Levi leaning against the doorframe.

"Brat." Levi looks at you before peering his head behind your shoulder. "Oi, Kirstein, get out."

"No offense sir, but we're not in battle right –"

"You're going to ignore an order from your Captain?"

Jean walked out of your room, kissing the top of your head before walking to his room.

When the coast was clear, Levi pushed you roughly into your room. He closed and locked your door before grabbing you by your waist.

"Levi, stop." You shake your head. "I like Jean, I really do."

"Mm." Levi nods, his eyes watching your every move. Your body tenses as his fingertips graze your arm, testing your limits. "Tell me more about Jean."

"He's a gentleman," Levi takes off his jacket while keeping his eyes on you. "He's easy to talk to." Levi takes a step closer to you, hitching your breath. "He's not embarrassed of me."

Levi stared into your eyes with his steel ones, waiting for you to say something else. His lips attached to your neck, sucking on your skin. "What else?"

You tilt your head back as he bites and sucks on your neck, trying not to give in to the urge to fuck him senseless.

Levi's right hand travels down your body to your pants, his fingers sliding between the fabric and your skin. His long fingers poked at your panties, moving the fabric swiftly.

You felt the tip of his finger tease your entrance, your pussy begging for the familiar touch. A moan escaped your lips involuntarily, a reward for Levi. He knew how to make you wet with his his fingers.

"I said, what else." Levi demanded, biting your earlobe gently.

"He knows how to fuck me." You lie. You haven't had sex with Jean yet, but you wanted to get a rise out of Levi.

Your answer sent Levi into an almost feral state. He began pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling while he's inside you to hit your g-spot. His jet black hair was all you could see as he traveled down your body, his mouth attaching itself to one of your breasts. Levi unbuttoned your shirt to see more, kissing your skin. He still hasn't kissed your lips because he knows exactly what he's doing.

"Mm, he knows how to fuck you, hm?" Levi took your nipple in his mouth, sucking on your breast roughly. His hand kneaded your other breathe, grabbing and pinching that nipple between his thumb and index finger. "Does he know how to get you off? Without using his cock?"

Levi's face was at your pussy now, pulling down your pants over your ass. He smacked it roughly, something he always loved about you. You had a bigger ass and you didn't mind him smacking it.

His big hands grabbed your panties and pulled them to your ankles. Levi Ackerman on his knees was a beautiful sight, especially feral Levi.

You looked down and watched as his mouth pressed against your pussy, kissing your entrance before sliding his tongue inside. The sounds of him eating the fuck out of your pussy only made you wetter.

"Beautiful." Levi moaned against you. "You're so wet for me, Princess."

Princess was his favorite pet name for you.

Levi's hands gripped your ass as he devoured you, causing your thighs to shake.

"Levi, I'm about to cum." You confess.

"Not until I say so." Levi looked up at you, your arousal glistening on his lips like lip gloss.

"Levi." You moan, gripping his hair in your hand.

"I love when you moan my name." Levi sucked on your swollen clit, his fingernails digging into your ass.

"Levi, please." You feel like you could scream. Your walls were pulsating around his mouth and he knew you were close.

"Now." Levi kept eating, his tongue slurping your juices.

An overwhelming feeling came over you as you reached your high, your hips riding it out with you. Levi kept his hands on you, sucking until you came down.

"Levi, please -" You looked down at Levi, his mouth covered in your arousal and his hair messy.

"You taste so good, Princess." Levi smirked, standing up. "I'll savor this."

"Where are you going?"

"To my office. I have paperwork to do." Levi turned around. "Don't be late to training tomorrow."

Levi was gone.

Without even a kiss.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fanfic #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi aot #levi ackerman attack on titan #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfic #aot x reader #levi smut #levi ackerman smut #aot

[ndlqrz]

- Harry Lewis (w2s) nsfw alphabet - (request)

Hey so again I don’t know too much about the sidemen (except Simon🤭) watched them a couple of times but its mainly beta squad for me, so im so sorry if this is inaccurate because I don’t know him too well, but hope you enjoy!!<3

Also this is heavily (and I mean HEAVILY) inspired by @g-xix ‘s one on him, so please go check that one out cause its probably way more accurate than this, also love their writing so deffo check them out‼️

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A = After care (what they’re like after sex)

Mans is showering you with kisses, whether it be on the neck, cheek, forehead, or somewhere else (🫢) he’s kissing you, everywhere. He definitely worry’s to make sure your okay and always cuddles you aswell (awh☹️🫶🏻). When its time for a shower or bath he’s definitely letting you lean on him while walking over (or carrying you, you never know🤷‍♀️)

B = body part (their favourite body part of there’s and their partner’s)

Honestly pretty basic but he’s definitely a tits guy. Like idk he gives off tit vibes, like he probably loves kissing them, holding them, sucking them, you name it. His favourite body part of his is maybe his hands? Like idk why but I feel like he loves the fact he’s strong yk? Like he can use them in different ways too yk 😨

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

He definitely loves seeing you covered in it, yours or his, he doesn’t care. He isn’t a massive fan of what it feels like after its dried in so after he’s always rushing to tidy you up so its not messy. Don’t get me wrong, he loves releasing in you as-well, you whimpering while he does always turns him on.

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

He’s definitely submissive. You can’t tell me this man is dominant, like okay, he can be a switch but he gives of such submissive vibes😭. (Nothing wrong w that😻) He can be dominant, like when he’s dominant, HE’S DOMINANT. But when he’s submissive.. oh my days he’s submissive. You get me?

E = Experience (how experienced are they, do they know what there doing?)

He’s definitely not inexperienced, he would be open to trying new things with you, but he’s not very very experienced (you can help him be xx)

F = Favourite position

Cow girls is the obvious one but why do I think he’d enjoy missionary? Probably both ig just depends on the day tbh.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment?)

So goofy it got to the point where you had a full on discussion with him about the way he talks during sex. Like don’t get me wrong he’s good at dirty talking, but tell me why he’s cracking awful dad jokes while thrusting in and out of you? Honestly I’d have a discussion w him too babe..

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

I think there’s definitely hair down there but its took care off. Well managed but sometimes he just doesn’t care, so you remind him. 💀

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

He’s definitely into taking it slow and kissing you while just telling you how much he loves you, but he’s also into rough, dirty talk, spanking, the lots, so both.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Probably wanks whenever your not with him, he sometimes texts you in the middle of the night asking for you to send stuff or even just call him and talk him through his orgasm, maybe even if you deny it to him through the phone (like I said he definitely loves being dominated).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Icl he’s into dominatrix stuff. You can’t tell me otherwise. Probably loves being tied up, marked with your hickies, spanked, whipped, literally everything like that. Loves being dominated and especially when you degrade and praise him at the same time. Like having you say ‘good boy’ to him while also saying how pathetic he is after cumming for the 6th time? He loves it.

L = Location (favourite place to do it)

His or your bedroom. Occasionally he’ll do hotel rooms but it doesn’t happen often (unless..you want it to?🤭) He probably wouldn’t take the risk tho because he’d be so embarrassed if yous got caught.

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

Literally anything, he loves you, like if you bend down, suddenly your fucking in the kitchen. If he knows your horny he’ll definitely take the opportunity.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think he’s open to try anything but he’s definitely not into piss play or wtv that is. Every-time he hears about it he gets disgusted.

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

Definitely giving. Don’t get me wrong he loves getting head, especially when he’s tied up so he can’t control it, but he’s definitely someone who prefers giving. He loves the taste of your pussy & the way it looks, he just loves you. ‼️

P = Pace (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual? Etc.)

I feel like he’d definitely prefer slow and sensual, more of a loving romantic man and he’d love fucking you slowly while telling you how beautiful you are, but in saying that he loves fast and rough, especially when your in control.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hates them, nothing worse than not being able to fuck you probably knowing he has to leave soon. They almost never happen, he prefers when yous have all the time in the world.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc. )

He’s definitely open to experimenting and trying to things but doesn’t like taking risks, like I said he hates the idea of someone walking in on yous mid sex.

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

He could probably go for a solid 2-3, 4 is pushing it but the odd time he’ll do 4, it honestly depends on his mood and what he’s feeling.

T = Toys (do they own any toys? Do they use them? On there partner or on themself?)

Ngl he probably has a whole drawer of stuff you can use on him, cock rings, vibrators, you name it. Doesn’t use them on you a lot because he can satisfy you other ways.

U = Unfair (do they like to tease)

He probably forgets how to tease you, he’s so focused on fucking you he doesn’t care. However, he loves and hates when you tease him, gets him horny but knowing he has to wait til he gets home is what kills him.

V = Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make? Etc.)

He isn’t really loud but can be, mostly just lets out grunts and groans and also high pitched whimpers and whines, especially when you dominate him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Probably didn’t realise he liked being dominated until he met you, all it took was for you to bite his neck and stroke him through his pants and boom, he’s a sub.

X = X-Ray (lets see whats going on under those clothes)

Not insanely big, bang average, 5-6, but he’s thick. Very thick. He can work with thickness.

Y = Yearning (how high is there sex drive?)

High. He is needy, like 24/7, always letting you know he needs you and when you don’t give him what he wants he turns into a brat, but don’t worry, he’s only doing that so you can punish him harder yk🗣️‼️

Z = ZZZ (do they fall asleep straight after, are they tired or still have energy?)

After he finishes taking care of you he’s gone, like fast asleep, snoring n everything. Definitely if yous went for 3-4 rounds.

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Hope you’s enjoyed this, as I said I don’t know him that well so I could only do this off inspo and from the brief stuff ik about him, also heavily inspired by @g-xix !! Go check out there one its amazing‼️🫶🏻

Love yous, please request more btw especially smut because I needa get used to writing it😭

#aj shabeel #beta squad #chunkz #king kenny #kingkennytv #niko omilana #sharky #w2s #harry w2s #harry lewis #sidemen #sdmn #ndlqz

[auntieslover78]

Someone keep me entertained from the urge of sending my mom a “ accidental” dick pick to see what happens , I feel like she’d be semi okay with receiving it as I’m her second and last son and always been her baby boy who’s never done no wrong or she’d always let me just learn life own my own but never judged and always was the fun parent and now she’s gotten the bad hips barely gets around or enjoys herself so I’m wondering a spark like that might make her more interested as she always wants to hang out and I gotta go grab her then we just drive around smoke and talk for hours , I’ve always took her used bras and panties , she’s found them before , I’ve seen her tits when I was younger fall out while sleeping on the couch her ass is just and always has been super huge too would always get so hard when she’s bent over in some see through leggings or yoga pants , her ex / old step father would always be perverted in front of me like always slap her ass grab it tongue each other and one time I walked in on them having sex and man even while laying on her stomach her huge ass was still up there and dude could barely get past the cheeks and ugh I’ve had her walk in while I was jerking off , she’s walked in while I was drying off no towel kinda on the creep side but I was younger with a lot of gift cards but I’ve even bought a hidden camera stuck it in her room after she left her ex and man the pics I’d get while at school or some of the things she’d try on for her night out was just great even had one in the bathroom for some views of when grandma would stay over but yeah any tips to really seduce my mom the right way before I just go showing her that the cock she needs and excitement sits in her own sons pants and like my ex caught and exposed my old tumblr to fb once my mom screenshotted it and sent it to me not even mad about the mom things I shared and a little upset about the posts I’ve made about my sister but yeah at this point I don’t even think I’m capable of dating after my ex been addicted to incest since I was way younger being left with cousins in the same shittt life situation as you while your moms go out you tend to try things with family first I’ve had my dick sucked by both cousins on my dads side when I was younger even tried stuff with my one guy cousin more of him sucking me off and us rubbing one another to group family porn , one cousin while upstairs one night we found her older sisters dildo and lube so of course looked up what it was turns out it was a strap on but my cousin still wanted to feel the tip touch the hole but not go in and suck on it while jerking me off this is all while we were the ages of 8-11 so of course my first laptop I got was full of incest porn and pretty sure my moms found that a few times , my brother his first baby momma is our cousin and she’d always be nude in his room door open while I was younger he’d call me in to show me her body , visited her years later new man and a couple more kids stayed the night while her man was at work and after the kids gone to bed she sat next to me on the couch small tank on and tits just free as they can be and she gave the hints of wanting dick from the younger brother was able to play with my other cousin her sisters tits which was nice plus like in middle school I hung out with this one outside ass chick a bit older then me who hung with some pretty weird Middle Aged people I’d walk after school hang with these adults smoking was weird as the one dude was an amputee from the knees down dating a crazy black girl body was nice then the other two were on the spectrum but later down the road I was related to the white lady but while hanging there they’d always ask me if I seen or touched boobs or a virgin obviously said yes to all three but in reality I’ve only seen them a couple times cause of my brother so both chicks would get naked and let me touch their boobs or ass the white chick also gave me a handjob and the black chick eventually after a while would let me finger her and suck her tits and ass was always told I can do those things

[webslingingslasher]

ETHAN AND PETER MADE OUT????

pls elaborate

was it a one time thing? drunk incident? late night talk incident? lets make sure we’re not gay incident?? pls we need a trouble reaction to this info!!! “ive been telling u petey, dont be afraid to be your true self! im sure aunt may will be so pleased when she hears this, shes been waiting a while!”

i think they were both drunk but had stopped drinking and were just hanging out in ethan's room so they're slowly sobering back up and it's reaching early morning and they've been having deep talks and someone had asked "would you ever hook up with a guy?"

and maybe cause ethan’s been kinda open to the fact he's just honest about it, 'im not sure, i've never even kissed a dude. have you?'

and peter hasn't, but he's also confidently straight.

'no. have you ever thought about it?'

and ethan shrugs and is like, 'kinda, i don't know if i'm into them or not. does that make me gay?'

peter doesn't think so, 'if you hook up with a guy and you don't like it then you have your answer for sure.'

'yeah, but what if i do like it?'

'then i start wingmanning you with other dudes, should be easy enough.'

and it warms ethan's heart to know peter doesn't give one shit.

'i haven't even kissed a guy, i'm not trying to jump right into banging. like, who tops? who finishes first?'

peter's got an idea. 'so, you want to know if you're even open to going something with a guy before you do something with a guy?'

ethan knows it's confusing. it is for him too.

'i guess. any suggestions?' he gave a dry laugh, like he knew peter would be just as optionless as he was.

they're best friends right? and kinda drunk so it could be excused down the road. and hey, it's not gay if you're helping out the homies, right?

peter clears his throat, "wanna kiss me?"

and holy shit does ethan leave his body. the idea that peter would even offer was mind blowing, let alone asking. it's not even like ethan's into peter, not in the slightest but that was his best fucking friend and he just offered to kiss him.

'what did you just say?'

'don't make me say it again, cause i won't.'

ethan's shaking his head like a dog, 'you want to kiss me?'

'you asked for a suggestion! i gave you one! if it sucks and you hate it, then, hey, we were some friends that got a little curious while drinking. if it does something to you then, hey, you got your answer.'

logically, peter makes a good point. something they'd never talk about again, and he was the safest person to do it with.

'what if it doesn't work cause i'm not attracted to you?'

'we're not testing if you're into me, we're testing to see if you could make out with a dude.'

ethan thinks it's a solid deal. 'fuck it, man. let's kiss.'

peter leans in slowly, ethan gradually closes the gap. peter's the one who made first contact, but it felt like ethan was kissing his grandmother, there was nothing to base off a longing peck.

so, ethan takes the initiative and opens his mouth. peter follows, it makes ethan realize peter's willing to go as far as ethan will. so, he ever so slightly suggests the idea of a makeout, dotting his tongue on peter's lower lip, and surprisingly, peter's open to it.

if ethan can separate the kiss from the person, it's pretty nice. he likes the feeling of a rough jaw, a solid chest, strong arms, the slight tickle from stubble. the whole rubbing tongues thing kinda freaked him out, but that's also because it's peter and he knows where, or who his tongue had been in.

peter's right. it helped him make up his mind, plus, he needs air.

the second ethan pulls away they both wipe the back of their hands across their mouth, speaking at the same time, 'no homo.'

'bro, kissing you feels like i'm rubbing my mouth across an eraser soaked in clorox.'

peter's glad he's figured it out, 'so we have the answer?'

ethan nods, 'i'm open to doing stuff with dudes, just not you.'

'whatever, you made out with me.'

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and yes, i think one night, just to be a shithead, ethan tells trouble,

'did parker ever tell you about the time he kissed me?'

#frat!peter #frat!ethan

[diagonal-queen]

Watermelon Cruiser

♡ pairing: Mark Twain x gn!reader

♡ synopsis: Mark flirts with everyone he lays his eyes on, but he could never quite seem to stray away from you especially. Being his best friend and confidant, you assumed it was just an act to tease you, but it begins to feel more personal than that.

♡ wc: 1.8k

♡ cw: A lot of swearing, alcohol, drinking, Mark also uses pet names like 'babe' and 'doll' because he would totally do that, reader (and Mark) is a little tipsy, Mark is a bit of a Casanova lol, mentions of sex, mentions of harassment, you and Mark make out, suggestive content, you and Mark share the love language of arguing.

note: Mark fandom rise up! I love this funky sniper 🌸 I don't know how to write drunk people because I myself don't have much experience with alcohol, so apologies for errors.

It took Mark a minute to answer the door. You assumed one of two options; either he was just being lazy as he sometimes tended to do, or he had one of his 'friends' over. You almost shook your head disapprovingly at the very thought. Whether or not he had company, you were there to stay.

"Oh, it's you!" Mark flashed you a smile once he opened the door to his apartment. "How was it?"

You didn't say anything as you brushed past him and entered his familiar apartment. Mark watched you toss your coat to the ground in frustration and storm across the room.

"It sucked," you complained, flopping down onto his couch. "So many fuckin' sleazy old guys there- why the hell did you recommend the place?!"

Mark had really talked the bar up when you first had the conversation. Whilst complaining about the inability to successfully wade through the dating pool and come out the other side with a partner, Mark suggested a bar he frequented, but that you'd never been to. He said it was easy to make friends there. Well, in this case, special sexy friends. But even you had to admit that was better than nothing.

Unfortunately your experience was less than stellar. You weren't sure if you just went on a bad day or if you were simply unlucky, but as you'd hoped against you were accosted by a few drunkards who were less than polite in their invitations, insults and the like. You decided, after getting out of there in one piece, to take your frustration out on Mark. That's why you were there, having angrily made your way to his home to harass him there.

"Sorry, doll," Mark shrugged, "I guess it's 'cause I'm a regular. Next time I'll come with you."

"Nuh-uh. I'm not going back there." You insisted, shaking your head adamantly. "I'd literally rather stay here and drink with you."

"That's great to hear. You want some right now?" He offered, cocking his eyebrow. You knew that he was half-joking, but you were fed up and getting drunk with your best friend sounded pretty nice right about now.

"Sure." Mark clicked his tongue before rising to his feet and traipsing to the kitchen. Once he was there, he swung open a cupboard which emitted a shrill creak.

"Whatcha got in there?" You called out to him.

"Whiskey. And...more of it than I remembered." He answered, bluntly. You groaned loudly.

"Do you have anything less...blegh?"

"You're so hard to please, Y/N!" Mark complained. "You prefer the sweet stuff, right? I have cruisers."

"You don't drink those, do you? Why do you even have them?"

"In case you want a cruiser." He answered matter-of-factly, pulling out a small bottle of pink liquid. "I have a couple more if you need them, but this should suffice for now, hm?"

"...yeah, sure. Thanks, man." You lazily nodded before accepting the cruiser once he'd returned to you. He himself had gotten himself an entire bottle of whiskey, and you were pretty certain he'd be able to drink the whole thing in one sitting without breaking a sweat.

Mark sat down on the couch and wasted no time taking up as much of the available space as he could. You had long given up trying to shake him of his manspreading habit, so you eventually learned to get used to either sitting on top of Mark or resting your legs on him. He didn't seem to care when you did either of those things, though.

You took a sip of the watermelon vodka cruiser.

"It's room-temperature," you wrinkled your nose in disgust. In reality, the drink was fine despite the temperature, but you and Mark just loved to complain about anything whenever you had the chance.

"You're unbelievably high maintenance, babe. I could offer you the finest old wine aged in a wooden casket and you'd still find something wrong with it."

"The thing wrong with the wine is that you're giving it to me," you sighed, taking another sip. You two continued to exchange remarks as you drank together. After reaching your second cruiser (this one being lemon-lime and also room temperature), you began feeling a little cranky. Whether this was because your body temperature had risen somewhat, or because Mark was enabling your anger by exchanging gripes with you, you didn't know.

"I dunno how you do it, but I'm just done with dating. Everyone sucks and everyone's fake, and there's no point in trying." You told him eventually, your head lazily bowed.

"Awh, don't be like that. There's a good guy out there for 'ya, babe. You just have to be patient sometimes."

"I've been patient, I'm tired of being patient!" You whined, poking his arm. "I want someone now! I want someone to materialise right in front of me right now."

"...I don't think that's possible," Mark sighed, leaning back on the couch and turning his head towards you. "They gotta walk through the door first."

"...right...yeah, the door. Maybe if I just..." you turned to the door and sharpened your gaze. "If I manifest it, someone will appear at the door."

Mark watched you for a moment, before putting down his bottle and standing up. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him approach the door you were staring at, before he turned back to you with a smirk.

"Behold. You did it."

You chuckled. "Get back over here, dumbass." Mark obliged and threw himself back onto the couch. "You're an idiot."

"I'm your favourite idiot, baby." Mark drawled, smiling at you. "You know you love me."

"Agh. C'mere..." you reached out your arms towards him as he scooted closer towards you. Once he was sitting leg to leg with you, you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for a kiss.

You had actually kissed Mark before a couple times, either as a dare, a joke or because there were times when a makeout session with the only other person willing to do it was a lot cheaper than therapy. This was nothing new, but you hadn't been influenced by alcohol before. His lips, and his whole body felt warm.

Mark's arms wrapped around your waist as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. He tasted like alcohol and mint- it permeated through your mouth as both of your tongues met once again. You were both too out of it to consider what either of you were necessarily doing, until Mark squeezed your hand in his and you broke the kiss.

"No, Mark. I know you just wanna fuck me," you rolled your eyes, pushing him off you. "You're a good guy, but I want an actual boyfriend."

"And what makes you think I wouldn't be the best boyfriend?"

"'Cause you don't like me like that! And you're a horny piece of shit, too. You couldn't stay faithful to save your life." You waved your arm dismissively. Mark gasped.

"Absolutely none of that is true," he countered defensively. "I would be the best boyfriend you've ever had. You'd be lucky to have me."

"Yeah, right," you scoffed, before letting out a small cough. "Wait- hold on a second."

"What?"

"You just said nothing I said was true, but I said that you didn't like me," you straightened and placed your bottle down on the coffee table in front of the couch. "What's that all about, huh?"

Mark didn't say anything. He just cast his emerald eyes towards you blankly and took another sip of his whiskey. You tilted your head as you waited for him to reply, but he just stayed silent. Though the air was a little tense, you felt almost as if Mark found the whole ordeal amusing.

"Mark?"

"...yes, dear?"

"Stop! Do you actually like me or are you just fucking with me?" You stood up. "You'd better not be fucking with me or I'll actually kill you. Huck and Tom have NOTHING on me."

"Don't bring them into this! Okay, fine." He dramatically exhaled, then leaned forward. "I like you."

You weren't actually expecting him to relent so fast. Caught off guard, you blinked and placed your hand over your mouth.

"...what?!"

"Oh, so you demand that I admit that I like you and then when I do it's a bad thing? I see how it is." Mark leaned back again and folded his arms, crossing his legs sassily. You stared at him incredulously, before slowly taking a seat beside him once more.

"...you're being serious, right?"

"Yes! Aren't you?"

"If you liked me this whole time then why are you such a manwhore?!" You quizzed accusingly. "You're always out and about. If you liked me, why didn't you pursue me?"

"Because how the hell was I supposed to know you liked me back?" Mark retorted. "Y/N, baby, I don't know if you know this, but I'm not actually that receptive! I thought you weren't into me, so I decided I should try to get over it. But it hasn't worked, obviously!"

"Then why'd you keep trying?"

"Because I really wanted it to work!" Mark argued, before his eyebrows knitted together. "Wait. Why are we mad about this? Isn't this, like...a good thing?"

"...I guess, yeah," you muttered. "But if it weren't for you this could have happened way sooner."

"If it weren't for me?" His eyes widened. "Go ahead and blame me, why don't you?"

"Well it's your fault, you should have said something!"

"Why didn't you say anything?"

The two of you continued bickering for a couple minutes, hurling childish insults at one another. You were sure that somewhere in Mark's building you were disrupting somebody's evening, and they were probably thinking that you two sounded like an old married couple. Ironically, you were a freshly-formed couple, but that didn't negate the point.

You didn't argue for too long, stopping after you said something like "Fuck you!" and Mark replied something like "Fuck me yourself!" and you both paused for a minute, seemingly both equally surprised by the statement.

"...uh, well- we're both kinda drunk right now. And very emotionally volatile," Mark noted. "I can't, in good conscience, have sex with you right now."

"Oh, but when it comes to any old random you find in a bar it's all good?" You frowned. Mark irritably threw his hands up.

"It's different with you. When we bang I want it to be...I don't know, nice."

"A nice, elegant bang..." you laughed to yourself. "Good choice of words."

"Shut up. You know what I'm trying to say," Mark's cheeks were pink. He was still very much self-reassured, but somehow he also looked a little shy. You'd never seen Mark look anything less than confident before.

"Yeah, I'm just fucking with you," you said. "I appreciate it."

"...good. You should."

"Okay, screw you, then."

"Screw me?"

And there you two were, right back at it. Arguing like a freshly-formed couple.

wow. i really like writing confession oneshots huh? it should be known that when it comes to alcohol i don't know anything. i had to turn to my best friend for their expertise on drinks and so i'm giving them a creative credit here. also don't ask why i made mark like this. he's like a fifties gangster fuckboy for some reason but honestly i kinda love that for him.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #fanfic #fanfiction #bsd fanfic #bsd fanfiction #bungo stray dogs fanfiction #mark twain #bsd mark #mark twain x reader #bsd mark twain #mark x reader #x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader

[lloydfrontera]

Oh that og lloyd returns and suho goes through the reincarnation gate ask and answer were incredible. I'm usually like happy ending and would have said that what if javier does the same where he goes to verkis and try to get suho lloyd and does bring him, because i can't imagine suho lloyd staying in seoul alone or worst, but then would it have a happy ending? with him there with og lloyd, he'll also have mixed feelings because it's not the og lloyd he talked at the train or its the same buy forgot their conversation

let's not forget the before suho lloyd comes back and weeks passed by already lorasia, the people of the county, the engineers, the white calvary, alicia, solitas, cordius, orcs, elf, sees og lloyd act and well this is not the person the person that they allied and spent time with

I sincerely agree with this "all in all. not a good time for anyone! which i think fucks i love this scenario it really woke up the brain worms <3"

about this

it's such a fun au because it makes everything immediately worse <3

i also tend to like happy endings more than anything else but i do admit i like putting my blorbos in situations even more salkdjsfds

and yeah javier definitely went looking for lloyd in this au too. probably even sooner than he did in canon lol. cause at least in canon he was certain that lloyd had just been reborn, he thought that he was lost to him forever, that the best he could get was to know if he was happy in his next life. in this version he wouldn't be so sure. after all lloyd crossed the gate and now og lloyd is back. so clearly the reincarnation gate doesn't work as straightforwardly as one might first have assumed.

i think the moment he snapped out of his "should i just throw him back" moment and the guilt over his momentary lapse of control passed he would've gone straight to the jewel of truth and asked what happened to lloyd. and then gone bother one of the most powerful beings in the universe into opening a portal to his bf.

fuck the consequences he wants his lloyd back goddammit

this would simultaneously make everything better and also worse.

better because at least now lloyd isn't, y'know, dead and so everyone who cares for him in whatever shape or form isn't mourning him. arcos and marbella would especially be overjoyed, because now they have all of their children together, they're all okay, they're all safe and this time it will probably stick. julian,,, would be conflicted because he now has to deal with the fact the brother he thought he knew had been lying to him for years and (non-maliciously as it might have been) tricked him into forgiving the person who made his life hell almost his entire life and now there's no handy grief to make it easy to overlook all of that. but i do think he would be very, very happy his hyung he loves and admires so much is alive and safe and now they can get to know each other for real.

worse because now lloyd isn't dead and og lloyd gets to see just how much everyone loves him. just how much respect and affection he earned, how much he achieved, how loved he became in just five years compared to what og lloyd did in his entire life. and man would that suck for the guy. like. genuinely would be a terrible thing to go through. but again. i don't think he would do anything about it. like. he wouldn't see the point. he'd be angry, he'd throw some epic tantrums but i don't think he would put in the effort to change his behavior.

in canon og lloyd achieved some kind of resignation and peace with his situation because he saw first hand the kind of stuff lloyd did, he followed him around, he saw how much effort he put in, the kind of things he went through... it's hard to deny someone has earned something when you see them put their sweat blood and tears into it.

in this au, this og lloyd doesn't get that. as far as he knows he passed out one night and then woke up five-ish years later to find that no only did some fucker walk around in his body for all that time but everyone that he knows is mourning the man. the fucking guy who stole his body. like. yeah i would kind of also be pissed i'm not gonna lie.

he doesn't know how bad things got, how hard it was to save the estate, hell, the entire country, he'd only see all the results and none of the struggles. he wouldn't get why people, his family especially, are so happy to have him back. and he'd get very angry about i think.

and to be fair his anger would be mostly outrage at lloyd stealing his body (unintentionally but still), jealousy and some genuinely hurt feelings. i do think he'd be understandably hurt that his family is apparently more concerned about the guy that impersonated him than for him who was gone for years (*cough* even if i do think he kind of earned it *cough*)

as for lloyd,,, yeah no this is not an ideal situation for him either. he'd be over the moon at being able to come back, don't get me wrong, that part wouldn't change, but to come face to face with the guy he accidentally replaced, whose family he kind of took as his, and who doesn't remember the conversation and tentative truce they came to in hell,,, definitely not how he hoped this would go.

i don't know if he would actually feel very guilty cause like. well at least the guy is alive now. and he's no longer doomed to a self-caused premature death. and he gets to live in a debt-free estate that's been turned into the most powerful territory of the whole continent. so like. he thinks og lloyd got a pretty good deal out of it. yeah losing five years sucks but he would've died a couple years ago anyway.

i do think he'd feel very awkward about calling arcos and marbella 'father' and 'mother' like he wanted to. if he already felt awkward in canon it would be even worse in this au with og lloyd glaring at him from a corner any time their parents so much at smile at him. i don't think it would stop him completely, but he'd definitely tone it down when they're all together.

let's not forget the before suho lloyd comes back and weeks passed by already lorasia, the people of the county, the engineers, the white calvary, alicia, solitas, cordius, orcs, elf, sees og lloyd act and well this is not the person the person that they allied and spent time with

ooff yeah, it's one thing in canon when lloyd just goes away and then comes back with a new face. here they would actually have to deal with the original guy and like. he sucks </3

i do wish we had more info about how much of the situation is public knowledge. we know a couple people know about the whole kim suho thing once he comes back but i don't know how much the fronteras would've told anyone about it beforehand. my guess would be nothing, because honestly it was none of their business lol but i guess in this au they would have to offer some kind of explanation. either they tell the truth or they pretend og lloyd has amnesia and that's why he's different of the way people expect him to be. either way i think it would be a very hard sell in either scenario. funny enough i think the lie is actually more believable in this case lol

again. not a great situation for anyone involved! which i think it's fantastic! maybe not to them but to me <3 which is the most important thing here <33

#hey i got an ask #Anonymous #tged #the greatest estate developer #lloyd frontera #javier asrahan #arcos frontera #marbella frontera #julian frontera #og lloyd frontera #i should give this au a name but. can't think right now. #come back right au

[karahalloway]

Isle of Misfits: Chapter 8 - Burnt by the Truth

Fandom: TRR x Platinum x OH x CoP x TNA (so far...)

Series: Isle of Misfits Round Robin hosted by @choicesprompts

Word Count: 1,200

Characters: TRR's Leo Rys, Liam Rys, Olivia Nevrakis (RoE's 'Katie Rys', TNA's Sam Dalton and CoP's Trystan Thorne mentioned)

Warnings: M (swearing, references to depression, references to alcohol abuse, references to suicide)

“You’re still angry, aren’t you?” Liam asked as he and Leo stepped out of the bar following their randezvous with Trystan Thorne.

Leo threw a scoff back at his brother. “Why on earth would you think that, Your Majesty?”

Liam heaved a low breath as he watched the former Crown Prince of Cordonia stride off into the warmth of the night.

Leo had always been the more opinionated of the two of them — which certainly got him into a lot more hot water with their father than Liam believed was strictly healthy for one’s constitution — and this latest ‘divergence of opinion’ was no exception.

His brother just had to be made to see that the intervention was for his own good.

Brokering a peace alliance between warring states would’ve been easier…

But, soothing ruffled feathers is what Liam had been trained to do since he could talk, so if anyone could make his obstinate brother see reason, it was him… right?

“Leo, please,” he pleaded, jogging after the shadowy form of his sibling. “If you will just—”

“Why?” came the bitter response. “So you can tell me how much of a disappointment I am? How much I let you and the kingdom down? Don’t think I haven’t heard that speech a thousand times before…”

“Actually, I was going to try and apologise…”

His brother’s words caused Leo to stop short. Turning slowly around, he regarded Liam under the moonlight. “You pulling my leg?”

“No,” Liam insisted, spreading his hands to show his sincerity. “I genuinely am sorry. The entire situation could have been handled much better. You’d come back home to try and get away from the unfortunate situation you found yourself in — quite accidentally, but all accounts — and instead of offering you the moral support you so clearly carved, I annihilated your trust by going behind your back.”

“So, why did you do it?” asked Leo, folding his arms. His brother’s words had touched him, but he wasn’t going to give Liam the satisfaction of caving to the clearly well-rehearsed words to just hug it all out. “If there was an issue, you should’ve just come to me.”

“I… I couldn’t,” Liam admitted, his shoulders dropping a fraction of an inch.

“Why not?” Leo demanded suspiciously.

“Because Katie intimated that you would never do something like this voluntarily,” Liam explained tightly. “And… if you didn’t do it, she was going to file for divorce.”

The breath left Leo’s body like oxygen being sucked out of a vacuum chamber. “She what—?"

Liam looked up at his brother sympathetically. “Why didn’t you tell me that things had become so fraught?”

“I didn’t realise that they had…” Leo admitted in a hollow voice. “I knew she wanted me home more, to be with the kids, and stuff, but… Oh, Jesus, I’ve fucked this royally, haven’t I?”

“It’s not too late,” Liam consoled, stepping up to his brother to lay a hand on his shoulder. “She’s willing to give you this chance. But you have to commit to the program. Bertrand has had success with several clients already, who were arguably in bigger strifes than you.”

“Not with their wives, though…”

“No,” Liam conceded with a smile. “But that’s why you’ve been paired with a mentor — so they can guide you through—”

“Sam Dalton is a dick.”

“I am afraid I have not had the opportunity to—”

“He left his wife to be with his maid,” Leo spat. “What the hell does a man like that know about love, commitment, the sacrament of marriage, of—”

“You left Madeleine in the lurch when you announced your engagement to Katie…”

Leo opened his mouth, only to quickly close it. “That’s not the same thing.”

“Bertrand knows what he’s doing,” Liam assured him. “Give this a chance. Who knows? You might be pleasantly surprised by the outcome.”

“Why couldn’t you have found me a normal rehab in Switzerland? Or, better yet, California?”

Liam couldn’t help but snort. “Because you escaped the last rehab centre that Father sent you to. In the middle of a blizzard.”

“Yes, that was certainly one of my more daring jailbreaks,” Leo admits whimsically. “But the food was terrible. I had to bail.”

“Yes, well, you are on an island this time,” Liam reminded him wryly. “And the Beaumonts have a Michelin star chef on retainer, so—”

“Yeah, yeah,” muttered Leo with a sigh. “I’m stuck here.”

“That’s the spirit!” quipped Liam with a grin, slapping his brother jovially on the arm.

Leo rolled his eyes at him.

“But in all seriousness,” Liam added. “I hope you make the most of it. And are able to patch things up with Katie.”

“Yeah…” agreed Leo with a low exhale. “I hope so, too.”

“Rough night?”

“You could say that…” Leo admitted, shuffling across the polished marble floor of the foyer.

Despite the tense start to the heart-to-heart, he had managed to make up with Liam before his brother’s departure back to the mainland. But the revelation that his own wife had been the instigator behind not only the very frightening kidnapping, but this mandated exile as well, was going to take longer to digest than the remnants of the copious amounts of alcohol he still had floating around in his system.

Dropping the magazine that she’d been casually perusing, Olivia swung her killer heel clad feet off the arm of the Chesterfield sofa she’d been lounging on, and moved to join Leo. “Need a hangover cure?”

“This is going to take more than a pair of raw eggs and some Lythikosian pepper sauce…”

She grabbed his arm to pull him to a stop. “Liam told you, didn’t he?”

Leo’s eyes met Olivia’s flashing emerald gaze, before falling to the floor. “Yes…”

The Duchess of Lythikos’ mouth hardened. “He shouldn’t have done that. It was not his place.”

“Yeah, well… The cat’s out of the bag now…” Leo grumbled, continuing his weary trudge back to his room. “That’s got to count for something, right?”

“Not really…” Olivia muttered. “Because now you’re going to fall into a chronic bout of depression, try to give yourself liver poisoning, and seriously contemplate jumping off the twelfth storey balcony, and I’m going to be the one who has to try and talk you out of it… Again.”

“Hey!” Leo objects, coming to a halt. “It wasn’t that bad! I—”

“If I hadn’t booked you on that Mediterranean cruise against your will, you’d be lying six feet deep, rather than merely lying to yourself.”

“Harsh!”

“But accurate,” Olivia replied. “Which is why I’m going to throttle our beloved King the next time I see him. He’s single handedly set you back by at least two weeks.”

“Well, considering that I’ve gotten absolutely nothing out of the first two weeks I’ve been here, I’d say we’re simply back to square one!”

“Eugh…” groans Olivia. “You Rys are going to— What’s that?”

“Ow!” cried Leo as Olivia’s blood-red nails dug suddenly into his forearm. “What the hell are you—?”

“Something’s burning…”

#the royal romance #round robin #choicesprompts #isle of misfits #leo rys #trr fanfic #choices fanfic

[rocketttqueennn]

Tornado of Souls.

warnings: smut, teasing, slight angst, a bit of fluff at the end

this takes place around his metallica days, the reader is a groupie btw

"Dave? You can't just run off like that!" You yelled, running after him throughout the apartment, following him up the stairs as you saw him slam the door.

You didn't know what had happened, what had caused him to feel so strongly, but you figured it may had been related to the band.

You swung open the door, trying to catch your breath as you saw the man fiddling with his guitar, you knew he was upset. He always did something just to get his mind off of stuff.

"Dave? Are you alright?" You said, slowly walking in, looking at him with heavy concern.

"No! No I'm fucking not, none of them have been fucking acting right and I'm the one getting all the shit! I'm on the verge of being fuckin' replaced!" Dave yelled, looking up at you as he ran his hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I'm just having a hard time."

You sighed as you closed the door and sat down beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"Y'know, you should really say something to them, they're missing out on a lot by doing that shit" You said as you looked up at him, the tinted lighting hit his eyes just right, sending a spark through your entire body with how beautifully fell back into place.

"Really? Seems to me that they don't give a shit." You instantly whipped your head around to him.

"Are you serious? Anyone would be missing out on having you here, I'm lucky to be here talking to you right now" You said, getting closer to him with a smile.

Dave grinned, looking over at you but something was different, you wanted him. You wanted him at that very moment, he was always very attractive but you never had actual alone time with him.

"Then show me what they're missing then, I think you'd be able to." Dave said, the tone changed from upset to clearly amused. You were stunned, you never thought you'd actually have that type of chance with him, let alone see him like this.

You immediately kissed him, it didn't take very long until it turned passionate, straddling his thigh as he runs his hands up your shirt, moaning into the kiss.

He takes his jeans off, sliding off his boxers as his hard cock springs out from the elastic waistband, he grinned at you as you knelt down Infront of him, sucking him off.

Dave's low moans sent your mind haywire, hearing how slurred his words would get right before he cums.

He grabbed at the roots of your hair, clenching it in his fist as his first orgasm of the night washed over him, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth followed by his hot cum pooling in your tongue.

You swallowed it all, pushing yourself up onto his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sloppily but so passionately kissing him as you teased his cock by sliding your pussy against it.

You hummed as you saw how well he had come undone just by your actions, you couldn't help but moan as his dick hardened even more beneath your pussy.

"Dave, Baby I need you, I need you so bad." You whined desperately, his hands made his way to your clit, grinning as now you're the one about to cum from his touch, marking your neck as he then lined his cock up with your entrance.

He was panting heavily, his face reached the crook of your neck as he teased you.

"Are you ready baby?" He whispered in a way that turned you on even more, you nodded and soon you felt his cock slide in all in one go.

You were on the verge of screaming his name with each thrust, hitting deeper and deeper as you were on top of him, taking every inch of him.

"Dave- I'm close! Please don't stop, please-" You mumbled, you could hear his profanities under his heavy breath as you felt his cock twitch against your walls, moaning as the two of you his your climax together.

His cock slid out of you as he kissed your cheek, running his hand across your hip, never once did you think you would actually get fucked by him.

You laid with your head on his chest, feeling his loving embrace as you looked up at him.

"Dave, I love you"

He smiled, running your fingers through his hair as he kissed you.

⊰ END ⊰

#dave mustaine #megadeth #rocknroll #dave mustaine smut #smut #dave mustaine x reader #x you smut #megadeth smut #x reader #rocket queen

[lipglossanon]

alrighty fools spooky season is upon us aka it’s too hot for fall but i’m saying it’s fall anyway season so that means more dark stepdaddy leon spooky smut lmao. okay, i said originally this man’s porn collection was the Saw franchise as a whole,,,,,,,, what if moms out of the picture it’s spooky time and he takes reader on a little vacation to “Not The Cabin from Cabin in the Woods but A Cabin in Similar Woods” for fall break and they’re out there and he’s just like mind in overdrive with ideas because if a tree falls in a forest and no one’s around, does it make a sound? 😉 so like things come to a head after just days of sucking and fucking and ya know, hand stuff and he’s finally like it’s the last few days we’re here, how about (tw; non con esque smutty smut- i know gina bit overboard 🤭) i drop you off in the woods, no clothes and just your collar (let’s say it’s a property he’s had and it’s literal acres, nobody is out there and he’s not leaving her out there for long, obvi) he’s “left” and you’re waiting for him when he sneaks up behind you and you jump, he tightens his arms around you and tells you to run so you do, not far 🤭 before he’s on top of you whispering to you that he wants you to fight him so you’re scratching and biting, telling him no, not to- that it hurts and he’s being too mean but he doesn’t give up and finally wrestles your legs open bruising them in the process when you kick him and instantly regret it because he takes off his belt and binds your wrists behind your back leaving to fight him off with your legs to no avail when he’s finally got you pinned under him he pulls out his dick, absolutely throbbing from how much he’s into this and you’re trying to not make it obvious you want this too but like,,,,, he knows 👀 he’s jacking off over you, kneeling on your thighs keeping you spread out on the ground degrading you before he comes on your stomach making you whine but he just leaves his dick out while he reaches for his knife and starts cutting his name into you, probably branding you too telling you how hard you make his dick when you beg. i’m going to assume he skull fucks you cause like,,,, you’re incapacitated and by that point you just want him to use you because it’s been hours and he still hasn’t stopped with the foreplay but he doesn’t. he takes you back to the cabin and feeds you before putting you to bed and when you wake up there’s a note telling you he’ll be back in a bit and to keep the door locked so you do just that not knowing he’s outside, he lets himself in quietly watching you take a shower and leaving things askew to make you uncomfortable which works because there’s no cell reception out there, oops 🤭 so you sit on the bed in a towel to try to figure out what to do when “someone” comes up behind you (i wanna say he’d get a scream mask or some shit let’s be real this man has his kinks and i feel like masks are one….. omg put him in a wolf mask for the red riding hood fic 🫣🤭) you’re pinned to the bed and he’s already discarded the towel and forced himself in you before he talks and you instantly settle but still give him the performance he wants throwing a fit that just “accidentally” makes him go deeper into you when he finally puts you on your back making you watch him fuck you in black jeans, black tank top (we all love his arms don’t lie 🤭), fingerless gloves and the scream mask???? maybe 🤭

- 💀

(okay todays note is about the red riding hood thing because 👀,,,,,,, idk if i’m the only one with a mask kink but like him in his brown jacket and all black with the gloves and a wolf mask chasing reader down and fucking her 👀 i’d die a happy death if he did that to me like eeeeeh it’s soooooooo close to werewolf leon too, like daddy leon the big bad wolf just wrestling reader to the ground and being even more rough with her because the costume is a good excuse to try new things like i can’t articulate how good that’d be 🥵)

💀 anon, you’re killing me 😩 (but please don’t stop sending in your big brained asks 😘 🤭)

And if I told you that I’ve been thinking of a scream inspired Leon fic?? 👀 👀 I just wanna get my other October fics setup before starting anything new 🤭

But the chase?? 🥵🥵 love that so so much

I def have werewolf Leon coming up next month (like legit monsterfucking is happening friend 🤣) not exactly a wolf mask though 🤭

(Sadly the only ghost face-esque pic I could find with Leon 👇)

#ask box #💀 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #dark stepdad!leon s kennedy

[edvinssmedvin]

Choking Part 2

Read part 1 here

Summary: Eddie ignores Steve’s hesitancy. Starts off as Eddie’s POV and switches to Steve’s

CW: Angry Eddie, forcing oneself to talk while nonverbal, Silent treatment, intrusive thoughts including suicide.

Eddie didn’t understand, he had taken weeks to plan the trip.

He was even going to surprise Steve by taking him to see some basketball team he liked the next day after the concert.

But no, Steve couldn’t even suck it up by doing something Eddie likes. What kind of shitty boyfriend is he? Eddie was just asking him to do one thing he liked.

He doesn’t care what Steve says, they are going. He worked too hard for this to work for Steve just because he ‘doesn’t want to go’

So while Steve sleeps, he grabs a duffel bag hidden in his boyfriend's closet. Shuffling quietly around the room, careful to not make the slightest amount of noise.

Quiet as a mouse, he ruffles through Steve’s dresser, packing his essentials in his bag. Mentally checking off items in his brain, he’s about to grab a t-shirt to pack but when he lifts it-

He stops short when he finds letters hidden under one of the shirts.

It takes a lot of self-control not to look through them, reminding himself that if Steve doesn’t tell him what it is, he has to respect that.

He places the letters back and places the t-shirts back over it neatly and ignores the worry in his gut.

Steve wakes up with the same numbness in his stomach, his alarm going off way too early for him having the day off of work.

He rubs his eyes, shuffling just close enough to the edge of the bed to shut his alarm off when Eddie comes bustling into the room. he assumes Eddie had stayed the night, too tired to head to the trailer.

When his eyes scan over Eddie, he notices a bag in one of his ring-covered hands and and a poptart in the other.

“C'mon Steve! We have to go get the little shrimps, Indy waits for no man!” He shouts excitedly, causing Steve to wince at the sheer volume so early morning.

He opens and closes his mouth, once again trying to figure out how to get the words out. Hoping they don’t choke him-

“Eddie..” he wishes he could say more than that but his mind betrays him because all he can feel is it choking him.

Eddie places the stuff in his hand on the desk in Steve room, walking towards the bed.

His excited demeanor shifts, unreadable expressions on him, something Steve hasn’t seen before. “No buts Steve!” He exclaims once more.

Eddie goes on, “We promised the shrimps we’d take them and I spent too much money on this to back out because you don’t feel like it.” Eddie walks towards the bed and grabs Steve by the hands, forcing him into a standing position like he was moving a rag doll up.

“Get dressed Steve.”

And with that, Eddie turns around walks out of the room, grabbing his stuff off the desk on the way out.

And oh.

Eddie sounds mad, fuck.

He didn’t mean to make Eddie mad, he just feels so exhausted. He has to make it up to him, he can’t have Eddie hate him over it. He’s learned over the years, just small things can change everything.

He remembers when he was 10 and repeatedly asking his mom to take him to the park to see his friends the next day. She said she’d think about it but when the day came around, she snapped. All he can remember is tears flooding his eyes, blurring the world around him as she yelled. Her often quiet voice turned sickeningly aggressive.

He can’t remember much before that age but It was that day that his mom changed, one mistake and she was gone. leaving him with the nanny.

So he rushes to get ready, running to the bathroom so fast he almost slips on his socks. He brushes his teeth and pushes his hair up into something of a greasy flop on his head.

“Hurry, Steve!” He hears Eddie yell.

And he only goes faster, rushing back to the bedroom to get his clothes on. Running around as if his life depended on it.

When putting his shoes on, he wonders why his jeans feel weird and he realizes he put them on backward.

So then he has to take his shoes off and flip them around, succeeding only in wasting more time. Fuck.

He grabs his wallet, his keys, and his phone off of his nightstand, hoping Eddie has else everything he needs.

Somehow he made it out before Eddie.

So he hops in the driver's seat and waits for Eddie to make his way down to the parking lot, he nervously pops his knuckles hoping to relieve his fast-beating heart.

Butterflies make their way into his stomach, not the ‘I’m in love’ butterflies but butterflies full of dread. They swish and make his stomach tumble, they make his heart race and his head light but it’s nothing like floating in clouds, nothing like love. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Opening his eyes, he pushes his hair out of his face, the gentle touch makes the butterflies calm down only slightly.

He sees Eddie walking toward the car and he slips the key into the ignition and buckles his seatbelt.

He takes the chance to change the radio to a calming station, something quiet.

Eddie opens the door and hops in, slamming the door harshly afterward. He takes another deep breath.

He looks over at Eddie and the metalhead just looks the other way. Away from Steve.

He breaths in and out, reminding himself it’s not gonna choke him. He asks “Can you put your seatbelt on?” He asks quietly as possible, hoping to not feel the vibration of his voice.

he gains an eye roll from Eddie but he still puts his seatbelt on so he counts it as a win.

As he pulls out of the apartment parking lot, at the corner of his eye he can see eddies hand peaking out and changing the radio. He switches the calming station that he had picked out to something loud, not metal but something so loud he knows it would bother Steve.

And not only does the metalhead change it, but he also turns up the volume so loud you could hear the way the speaker grated with the music, like nails on a chalkboard. Steve psychically winces but doesn’t turn the music off.

Too afraid of Eddie’s reaction.

He’s about one mile away from the first kid's house, Dustin’s. He’s just passing Lilly Drive, where the trees tower over the road.

He wonders what would happen if he just took his hand off the wheel…

Would he crash into a tree? Will the glass from the windshield cut him? How much blood would there be? Would his brain-

“Steve? eyes on the road!” Eddie snaps him out of his thoughts, his eyes widen as he swerves along the road.

He takes control of the wheel and forcing the car to stop.

“Jesus Christ” Eddie mutters

He breathes heavily. He can’t believe he almost did that, he wasn’t even thinking. It was like he was moving on autopilot, unable to think and drive at the same time.

He turns to look at Eddie in the passenger. He wants to make sure he is okay but when his boyfriend meets his eye-

“Steve, park the car. I’m driving” and oh no, Eddie looks madder. He didn’t even realize that was possible.

He rushes to force out the words. It’s not choking him, he berates himself. “I’m okay, I can drive.” He doesn’t even know if he believes it.

He hears the seatbelt undo beside him—“I’m driving, Jesus Christ. Your just trying to ruin everything.”—and the passenger door slams.

Steve scrubs a hand over his face. Fuckk

Next part —>

Authors note:

I was bored and so I designed Steves apartment. so if u want to imagine what I think it looks like—

Also! If you have any question, comments or ideas please let me know! I’m kinda just having fun, I have a plot set up of how the story is gonna go but if u have any ideas id love to add them.

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- Niko Omilana nsfw alphabet -

nobody asked for this but I made it anyway💋

A/N : This is heavily inspired by @kennysboxergf ‘s one!! Go check them out<3!! Also I was inspired by a sub niko fic I saw a while ago, please tag them because I can’t find it now. It was, and is my roman empire.

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

He is showering you with kisses, whether it be on the neck, cheek, forehead, or somewhere else (🫢) he’s kissing you, everywhere.

Gives you a hot water bottle and cuddles you on the bed while telling you how much he loves you. When its time for a shower or bath he’s carrying you over and helping you clean up.

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

He loves his hands, no questions asked. He loves the way they’re long and slender and can make you feel weak with just 1 or 2.. probably more. He probably also loves his height, the way he can stand over you and have that advantage that makes you feel intimated in a good way, turns him on yk.

For you, he’s a tit man 100%. Im not hearing ''he’s actually an ass ma-” no. He’s a tit man. He loves to touch them, suck them, bite them, kiss them, lick them, you get me, anything.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves seeing you covered in his or yours, he doesn’t care. Probably rushes to clean it up after as he doesn’t like it when it dries, trying to make you and him clean.

Would also probably cum on your tits so he can play with them as he cleans you up.

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

Please tell me i’m not the only one thinking he can be submissive? (Or its just cause I love submissive men but we’ll ignore that!!) Like I swear he’s 100% both.

Like when he’s dominant, he’s very dominant. Pounding into you, dirty talking, praising, choking even.. but when he’s submissive..he’s whining, whimpering your name, begging, feel like he’d be good for you tho, like he’d only be a brat sometimes. He loves when you praise him after he does what you say.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows what he’s doing, probably had a good few relationships before so he’s definitely not inexperienced, he is open to trying new things out with you and exploring stuff if you want too and would never make you do something you feel uncomfortable with!!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

1 word. Cowgirl. Im telling you he loves it. He loves the way even when your on top of him he can thrust his hips ups making you hold onto him as he plays with your breasts,

he loves to look up at your face contorted in pleasure as he goes faster making you weak.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy oh my days💀, mans would be full on cracking jokes after he just made you unable to walk what? Even in the heap of the moment too he’d throw in a quick one.

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

I’d say its well kept care off, there is hair down there but not a lot, he definitely looks after himself tho.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s very intimate. Loves pleasuring you, like he’d be the type to eat you out for an hour maybe more, just to see your face. He loves whispering praises in your ear, telling you how good your doing and how your beautiful.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Icl he probably wanks all the time to you. Even if its only 1 night without you, he’d be in his room, imagining your head on his cock, teasing himself essentially,

going slower then faster and repeat as he lets out moans as loud as he wants too, you think he care’s if someone hears him? He’d get turned on of that too.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Like I said before he loves praise. Praising you, telling you about how gorgeous you are, assuring you that your doing good, but he also loves when you praise him, as I also said he’d be submissive.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’d do it anywhere. He definitely prefers your bedroom or his but I can see him getting turned on by doing it in a public bathroom, loves the idea of someone walking in on yous.

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

Everything. You bend over in the kitchen, your fucking in the kitchen. Start rubbing his thigh under a table while your out? Your fucking in the public bathroom. He’s sensitive and probably gets worked up easily.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s pretty much open to try anything, but he probably wouldn’t be into degrading you physically like causing physical pain, don’t get me wrong he loves slightly choking you but only to the point where you’re getting pleasured, he wouldn’t go beyond that.

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

Giving 100%. Now, he does love when your down there, your mouth on his cock, teasing him slowly as he starts to loose composure, he loves that.

But.. he prefers giving more. Loves when he’s in between your thighs, eating you out slowly as your legs start shaking so much you squeeze him softly.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both, depends on his mood. Slow and sensual, where he goes slowly, kissing you, moving all the way down to your neck leaving soft kisses and hickeys, telling you that your beautiful as he looks up at you with fond eyes.

But he also likes fast and rough, the tension, pounding into you, hearing you beg, your moaning, the way you can barely speak as he speeds up, the dirty talking? Definitely both.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They happen a lot with the fact yous fuck in public places, however, he doesn’t like them because he can’t properly take care off you after, so yes, they happen a lot but its not preferred.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He takes a lot of risks. Fucking in public places especially moaning loudly so people can hear, he loves risky situations. However he wouldn’t put you in danger.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last a good few rounds but it depends on the night and how horny he is. He can last pretty long tho, even after your teasing.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn’t ever really own any or was interested in them, he’s confident in the fact he can pleasure you without them, but if you ever wanted too he would try them, especially on himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a tease. Both of you are. You both try to tease each other to see who will break first and who will last the longest.

However once it gets too much he’ll definitely let you know, and probably start begging you too.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Same as in real life, he’s LOUD. Like he doesn’t care, he grunts and groans in your ears while also whimpering when you are teasing him,

letting out high pitched whines and gasping noises as he begs you, he doesn’t care. You’ve lost track on the amount of noise complaints you’ve gotten as you started going out with him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

As well as your tits he loves your thighs. Slapping them, rubbing them, kissing them, sucking them? The lots. When he’s eating you out and you close them as he gazes up at you? He loves that.

But he probably goes feral when you tease him.. more specifically his thighs , rub them slowly while you praise him? He’d fold. Slap them and he’d let out the biggest whine. It makes him weak.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Mans is PACKIN. 9 inches at least bro I don’t even know if thats erect.. he’s not very thick but he’s long. Loves the way he hits all the spots in you, making you jump in pleasure or buck your hips upwards.

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

His sex drive is fucking high. He wants you all the time its insane. If he knows your even the slightest bit horny he’ll go for it, anywhere and everywhere.

Especially if you tease him, most of the time it’ll catch him off guard and if you do it all day expect him to give you a taste of your own medicine when you get home.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Im not even joking when I say that even after a good few rounds he can stay awake for at least 2 hours. After taking care of you, cleaning you up, I’d say he’d talk to you for a while, maybe even watch a movie, and then go asleep.

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Hope yous enjoyed this as much as I did🤭.

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