#my thumb is killing me soooo

[risuola]

FACE MASSAGE — F. READER x SUKUNA RYOMEN ft. Yuji Itadori

You give your boyfriend a nice, relaxing face massage when Sukuna, being bored out of his mind, takes over Yuji’s body.

cw: fluff, Itadori is 18 and is a vessel for Sukuna — 1,3k words

a/n: alrighty, this one I wrote randomly thinking of how the lines actually are quite a good guide for a face massage (also, if you never had face or a scalp massage, you're missing out!). i usually write Sukuna as his separate person, but here he's in a vessel. it's nothing but purely fluffed up piece of late-night babbling, enjoy 🩷

It was already late, the clock showed almost 11pm, but you were not asleep. Yuji had just gotten home, taken a shower, and breathed out loudly, whining to heavens about how he had worked his butt off during the training session with Gojo. Your boyfriend came back all tired, and the hot shower didn't do much to soothe his strained muscles.

"I'm soooo tired," he whined again, and you couldn't help but smile at the adorable pout his lips had formed as he walked into the room you shared with him.

"'My poor thing," you cooed, kissing his forehead as he sat down next to you. "How about I give you a little face massage?"

"Yes, please," Itadori nodded vigorously and you giggled as you instructed him how to position himself and when you had his head comfortably over your lap, you warmed up a nice portion of face cream in your palms.

"Relax for me, baby," you told him, and he closed his eyes the moment your fingers made contact with his skin.

Yuji loved the magic your hands performed upon his aching muscles, and he found head and face massages particularly relaxing, so it wasn't surprising when he began to doze off in a matter of moments. With him half-asleep, you could take your time to admire the boy who had shamelessly stolen your heart with just one of his wide and extremely kind smiles, and as you glided your fingers smoothly across his forehead, down his temples, cheekbones, and jaw, you fell in love all over again. At first you were extremely gentle, stroking along his features, warming the skin as you went, before applying more pressure to the knots under his skin.

You rubbed small circles across his forehead, paying a little more attention to the space between his eyebrows and near his temples before lowering your hands to work the lotion into the large muscles over his cheeks. Using your thumbs, you forced the tension away with enough pressure to make Yuji purr softly. Then something unexpected happened. Black, tattoo-like lines appeared under your fingers and you slowed your movements, startled by the sight.

You knew that there is a curse living rent-free in your boyfriend, and you've seen Sukuna before, but he had never come out like that, for no reason, without a fight, without a single trigger, so you had no idea what to expect.

"Continue," he ordered, and you swallowed, pressing your fingertips back to his cheeks. Ironically, the lines that adorned his face made for a perfect guide for the massage, and you unconsciously followed them.

"Is there a reason for your appearance now?" you asked cautiously, keeping your fingernails away from the extra pair of eyes as you brushed over the bones beneath them.

"Nothing in particular," he replied lightly, looking up at you as his expression turned more serious. "Although I don't like you looking at me from above."

"You're literally on my lap."

"That's why I'll allow it, once. As for why," he relaxed his face again as you slid down his cheeks to work the muscle around his mouth and along his jawline. "Can you imagine how bored I am inside this brat?"

"I'm afraid not."

"You can't, that's right." A sigh left Sukuna's mouth. "What a pity, I'm bored out of my mind."

"I see, but please don't tire Yuji any more, he's already exhausted."

"You should worry about yourself rather than him being tired."

"I probably should, but if you were to decide to kill me now, you wouldn't get to experience the wonders of my scalp massage, so if you're okay with such a loss..."

You were really pushing his buttons here, being way too brave for your own good, but he seemed comfortable with the situation, which gave you hope that you wouldn't be decapitated anytime soon.

"Proceed then, and I'll make my decision afterward."

You finished his facial massage with a few light strokes along his features and wiped your hands with a tissue to remove any excess cream that hadn't absorbed yet, before you sink your hands into his hair. "Could you flip over to your stomach?" Once that was done, and Sukuna turned almost too obediently as you guided his head back to your lap, you used your fingers to brush through his blush-toned hair, pushing it back and purposefully scratching the skin between the strands as you dragged your hands to the nape of his neck. Once again, you used circular motions and quite a bit of pressure to stimulate the circulation and relax the tense muscles. You knew it was pleasurable, you knew how Yuji's body reacted to your touch and the fact that it was the King of Curses at this moment couldn't change that. The only thing different was the silence, which would normally be filled with constant mewling and whimpering from your boyfriend, but you couldn't expect those from Sukuna. Frankly, you'd be startled if he suddenly started purring.

As you worked your magic, the man remained calm, his cheek pressed against your thigh and his arms behind your back and around your legs, and it didn't really bother you too much. His touch was almost non-existent, he just kept his hands there because they had to go somewhere.

"Do you find this acceptable?" you asked quietly, lowering your fingers to graze the back of his neck. Your thumbs slid down the line of muscles that connected them to his shoulders, and he moved his arms down, giving you more access to that area.

"Acceptable is a good term," he muttered, exhaling deeply as you firmly squeezed the shoulder muscles, working out the tight knots there. Normally, this would turn Itadori into a whining mess, needy of affection and ready for endless cuddles, but for Sukuna, you put more effort into what you were doing. It felt strange. Technically, it was still your boyfriend's body that you had touched many times before, but somehow it felt like you were massaging a foreign man. Even though your fingertips knew the dips and curves of his silhouette, your mind found it hard to process.

Lost in thoughts, you let your hands go lower, onto the shoulder blades and near the spine, following the line down, working your palms into his toned back, only snapping back to reality when one of your hands brushed over the stitches. Oh yes, Yuji had injured himself the day before and because of Shoko's absence, he had to have the wound stitched up. He shouldn't be training with that at all, but he's so stubborn...

"Sukuna?", you addressed him quietly, trying to sound as respectful and polite as possible.

"What do you want?" he replied, his voice indifferent, but he knew from your tone that you needed something from him.

"There is a wound on Yuji's back. Could you heal it so that I can massage that area as well?"

“I don’t mind the pain. I don’t feel it,” he informed bluntly.

“But I can’t massage over stitches. I know it’s nothing for you, so pleaseee?”

"You're pushing your luck, you know that, right?" Sukuna laughed. Oh, how sneaky you were, he loved it, and it's only because he really enjoyed the massage that he granted your request. The sewn-up wound healed before your eyes and black stitches fell away. Your whole face lit up as you ran your hand over the spot.

"Thank youu," you smiled, and as if on autopilot, your body bent forward. You planted a soft kiss on the top of his head before you could think twice and only realized what you'd done when it was too late. Oh. "I'm sorry," you muttered quickly.

"You're so fucking clingy," he scoffed. "Humans..."

"Don't be mad, I'm just grateful," you cooed, returning your nails to his scalp to hopefully distract him from wanting to cut you to ribbons, and it seemed to do the trick as he melted over your thigh, relaxing his body once again.

In few minutes the black markings disappeared, your boyfriend was back and you were left confused but relieved.

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[wlntrsldler]

I keep imagining the first time Luke and Mr. D met after Luke's hickeys/scratches went viral

LMFAOOOOO ANON THIS IS SENDING ME

here is how i think that conversation played out (suggestive content ahead):

"shit, five star, your dad is calling me," luke mumbled, eyes wide as he looked down at his phone. "he never calls me."

connor snicked from his bunk in the tour bus, "well, given that the whole internet is talking about you right now after the show you gave them last night, i'm not surprised."

"ha!" travis exclaimed, sitting up on his bed. "put it on speaker. i wanna hear him yell at you."

you rolled your eyes, "he's not gonna yell at you."

luke turned to you with hopeful eyes, "you think so?"

"well, he's probably not gonna yell at you," you scrunched your face up, rethinking your words, "like 55% chance he won't yell at you."

"i don't like those odds, babe."

"answer the fucking phone, luke."

luke clicked the green button on his screen, chewing on the nail of his thumb. he rolled his eyes, pressing the speaker button as travis kept egging him on. chris and clarisse opened the privacy curtain of chris' bunk to listen in on the drama.

"hey, mr. d," luke cleared his throat, ignoring the quiet giggles from the boys when his voice cracked. "what's up?"

"is my daughter with you?"

"say no," you whispered. so you were wrong about the odds. your dad was 100% about to yell at luke and you selfishly didn't want to get your ass handed to you just yet. you were going to avoid your dad's calls for as long as possible.

"uhh... no?"

"oh jesus fucking christ," you sighed, smacking your palm against your forehead, "that was soooo convincing."

you heard your dad type on his laptop before shutting it. there was some background noise that subsided after you heard the shut of a door. it seemed like your dad went into his office to get some privacy.

"hey, kid," your dad said, no doubt addressing you now.

"hey, dad," you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, leaning down to speak into the mic of luke's phone. "how are you?"

"don't start with me," he said, "would it kill you both to not do whatever it is you do that results in those pictures? pictures that are all over the internet by the way!"

a snide remark was on the tip of luke's tongue, because yes, it would kill him to not do the things that resulted in the pink marks on his neck and the healing scratches on his back, but that didn't seem like the right response.

"dad, you never had an issue with them taking their shirts off during shows before. and luke has gone out on stage like that before."

luke cringed, remembering one too many instances where he'd gone out on stage with hickeys all over his neck. it felt like a lifetime ago now, as if ever since you walked into his life that past version of him was someone he didn't recognize anymore. he much preferred remembering the name of the girl who left him marked up, especially preferring that it was only you who did that to him.

"that was before he started dating my daughter!" he replied, "i don't want to know anything about your relationship, but i'm in an unfortunate situation where i happen to manage the career of your boyfriend's band so i have to deal with it sometimes. so for the love of god, please please, stop."

"i'm so sorry mr. d," luke mumbled, "i completely forgot about them and by the time i realized, it was too late."

you could practically see your dad pulling at his hair, a habit he had when he was in stressful or awkward situations. he didn't speak for a good thirty seconds and then he sighed, "just keep your goddamn shirt on."

luke gulped, "got it."

when your dad ended the call, the entire bus erupted in laughter, including you. luke's face was as red as a tomato as he groaned and buried his head in his pillow. your shoulders shook as you giggled, laying on top of him. he instantly turned his body to wrap his arms around you.

"that wasn't so bad," you cooed, running your fingers through his curls, "and that was a shit apology, baby. you were smug as hell on stage when people pointed out the scratches."

"i wasn't thinking of the consequences of my actions," he said, "i was caught up watching people connect the dots that my girlfriend is not only hot but a fucking animal in be--"

"okay, that's our cue," travis cut off, closing his curtain. connor followed his head, popping in his airpods. clarisse sent you a wink before she disappeared behind the curtain with chris.

"i'll stop leaving hickeys on you," you kissed his face, enjoying how flustered he got. "but i can't promise too much on the scratches."

"i'm gonna stop taking my shirt off at shows, i think," he mused, toying with the hem of the shirt you wore. "i don't think i can take another surprise call from your dad. i think it took years off my life."

"your fans will be highly disappointed," you teased, leaning over to his ear, "but if you're gonna keep your shirt on, does that mean hickeys on your abs is fair game?"

luke licked his lips, tugging on his own curtain to give you two some privacy, "absolutely."

#frances replies #poisoned mercury chats #luke castellan x reader

[jackpiastri]

helping hands – op81

oscar is sore from the race, and you'd do anything to help him feel better.

pairing: gender neutral reader x oscar piastri

genre: fluff

warnings: none

author's note: okay soooo today in an interview after the race, oscar was asked if the race was physical – and he answered "my neck's feeling it". and as you may know by now, i do very very much love his neck. so i thought to myself ".....i volunteer to give him a lil massage 🤭", and then this happened. shoutout to my love arms anon, this one's to us neck lovers (and all of you who we've managed to turn into fans of oscar's neck on our journey) <3

and again, this is not my actual blog. check out @httpiastri for more stuff :)

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you’re standing in the hotel bathroom, wrapping yourself in a fluffy bathrobe after a long shower, when you hear his voice from the other room.

"can you come here for a second?"

the bedroom is dark when you step into it, the low light from the lamp on your bedside table being the only thing illuminating your lover. oscar is lying on his stomach on the bed, his face pushed deep into a pillow. his back rises and lowers with his breaths, the muscles of his upper body peeking out from the duvet covering his bottom half.

"what’s up?" you ask, sitting down next to him on the bed.

he shuffles a little and soon, his head is sideways on the pillows, eyes looking up at you. "my neck is killing me."

"i don’t think that position is making it better, love."

he lets out a groan, which is then followed by a moment of silence as you wait for him to say something. you let one of your hands drag along his shoulder blades, almost as if to help him speak, and his eyes close from the sensation. "could you help me out?"

your heart softens at the question. "of course." you move a little closer, your hand moving through his newly washed hair as if to tell him that you want him to look down again. once his head is in place, you move one of your legs over his body, settling right above his hips.

your hands slide along his back before reaching his neck. you dig your thumbs along the base of it, going all the way up to the back of his head before moving down again. it's soft at first, but your touches grow firmer as time passes, wanting to force his muscles to relax. you feel oscar easing up under your fingers and he hums, letting go of all stress and pressure of the weekend.

there's something so sweet, yet so sensual, about moments like this with him. the way the room is so still and quiet, except for the low sounds of pleasure leaving his mouth; the way his skin feels under your hands, soft and warm; the way your heart flutters when you remember that no one else gets him like this, only you.

there's something about it that makes you feel so connected to him – and he feels the exact same way about you.

your hands move down right below his neck, and then along to his shoulders, working on the little knots hiding under his well-defined muscles. he lets out a muffled sigh when you press on one specific spot and you smile to yourself.

this is far from the first time he’s asked you to give him some massage after a rough race; the amount of strain his body is put through during a race is obviously very high, so you are always happy to help him out. you would gladly massage him until your hands gave out, but he'd always stop you before they even started to get a little sore. just like now.

as your hands drape along the sides of his spine, he turns his head to the side again. his eyes are still shut, seemingly deep in pleasure even when your hands stop moving. "you are the best, you know?" he says, a slight smile taking over his lips. "thank you."

"you are the best," you counter. "otherwise i wouldn't be doing this."

you can feel the chuckle vibrating through his body before you hear it, and you can't help but grin back at him. he pushes himself up to rest on his elbows and he looks back at you before patting the space next to him on the bed. you climb off his frame, leaning down to lie in the same position as him.

his hand smooths over your cheek, pulling you forward to press your lips onto his. his fingers move down the side of your neck, under your robe, caressing your skin much like you'd done to him just moments before. it's another way for him to thank you.

he's so good to you, so sweet, so perfect – and you are so in love with him.

#f1 #oscar piastri #formula one #formula 1 #mclaren #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri fic #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri blurb #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x yn #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri x oc #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fluff #f1 fanfic #f1 x yn

[moneymartin]

・❥・- one more?

summary: kate comes home tired and needy :( part two to this fic. build up drabble to part three

warnings: none! fluff cause its kate :3 this is kinda shorter than the last one soz. again, every divider is a skip. most are constant cuz im lazy. didn’t know how to end oops!!!

rpf dont read it if ur uncomfy thx

a/n: all yjs reqs r still itw soooo they’ll be out soon poopies 🙄 also my single part drabble for kate is lowk marinating in my drafts and i don’t have the motivation to finish it…

its been 5 months since you and kate finally ended up together. pretty long, right? but you two never really got the hang of this thing, especially after remembering how long those feelings between you two had been brewing up for. it was still hard for you to show up to her games and practice due to soccer season, and the second it ended, you showed up to nearly every single one of them.

“i really can’t come this time, baby, i told you!” you grumble while kate drags you across the dorm. they had their practice game at carver today but you couldn’t make it, which made kate upset. “dilanni is gonna kill me if i don’t show up.” your soccer team needed to show up together for this fundraiser, and it was during the offseason. fucking lame. you hated letting her down all the time but some things like this just needed to be done.

kate’s fingers grip at your sweater sleeve, her eyes soft, and lips slightly pouting. “can you please just say you feel sick!? you’ll finish quicker than i will and it’s not like they won’t let you in.” she begs and tugs a little at it. her height makes you a little overwhelmed but she’s slightly bent at the knees and trying to make herself seem smaller than she really is. “kate, its just practice. its not like its the final fours yet.” you sigh and make her stand up straight. your eyes dart to hers and you bring your hands up to cup her face. the way she leans into your touch makes your face flush up like never before.

“yeah, but you always show out! i know we’re still trying to keep this on the down low still but i love pointing at you in the crowd before i make a shot during our practices.” she complains, trying to pull her head away from your hands but you keep her in place like a vice. your thumb brushes up against her face and she sighs under her breath. all those shots that she makes have all been for you ever since. and you didn’t even know that. everything she did on the court was meant for you. “i’ll make a deal with you, okay?” your words make her feel a little bit better and she nods ecstatically.

“when you get back we can do whateverrrr you want to make you feel better about me not showing up. does that sound good?” you propose, the idea crossing your mind after you realize that she just wants to spend that time with you while her teammates try to piece together this big puzzle. none of them know other than caitlin, and they’re completely unaware of you and kate’s relationship. “yes! okay, deal! deal deal deal…!” she blurts out and smiles stupidly, leaning her head towards you again as a sign that she wants a kiss.

you give it and let go of her face, wrapping your arms around her waist quickly and pressing another big kiss to her cheek. “don’t work yourself too hard out there.” you breathe out and pat her back before letting go of it. “this fundraiser should only be an hour, trust me.” kate just shrugs and smiles again, less big but you still know that she’s pretty happy at your little proposition for when she gets back. the moment you walk out of that door, her face drops and she rubs awkwardly at the back of her neck. she’s alone now, and doesn’t know what to do. you’ve been with her for every game and every practice so she’s lost most of her motivation to go. “aw, dang it..”

after your little fundraiser, you come home exhausted and dreary when you realize kate is gone too. you two are exactly the same person, lost without one another. it’s cute but sometimes it’s hard. this whole relationship thing is such a different concept and it makes your head hurt. the lock clicks on the door and you dig through your closet, finding a pair of pjs and some small shirt kate likes seeing you wear for ‘some reason’. which is what she says every time you ask.

a quick change and your casual clothes scatter across the floor before you basically face plant into the pillows. a warm feeling fills up your body while you fall asleep, a feeling that seems different still without kate. you two always sleep and take naps together so this is another thing you have to get yourself used to.

the stupid fundraiser ran longer than it should have. at least another 30-45 minutes extra and you weren’t very prepared for it. kids were all over the place too and you were somewhat on babysitting duty? according to your teammates. you stood with all the kids for at least an hour and the questions they asked you were probably the stupidest things ever.

the sound of the door opening is what wakes you up, fingers instinctively rubbing your eyes and sitting up. you’re met with the sight of kate rummaging sluggishly through her backpack and taking out clothes. she mumbles out a small ‘hi’ and yawns, walking into the bathroom. the sound of the shower hits your ears and you just lay back down, trying to keep yourself awake to fulfill that proposal you made earlier.

a few moments after the shower turns off, the bathroom door opens and your mattress shifts in weight, a few drops of water coaxing you to open up your eyes. kate is sitting on the edge of the bed and she tucks herself in, burying her face into your neck. “how was practice?” you mutter, moving her wet strands of hair to sprawl out on the bed. she grumbles into your neck instead of instantly responding. “tiring, huh?” you ask.

“extremely.” she whispers breathily and looks up at you. kate’s eyes are slightly droopy and her lips are pursed. your arm wraps itself around her back and you tilt her head up with your hand, making her look up at you as you start rubbing her temples gently. kate’s eyes are opening and closing continuously while your fingers continue to massage her head and she huffs heavily a few times.

you push kate’s head into your neck again and slide your hands onto her shoulders, patting them gently to make her fall asleep easier. she doesn’t though. instead, she hoists her head up and quickly locks her lips with yours, grabbing your waist and holding herself up with her arms. her fingers are gripping at the bedsheets tight and she’s kissing you a little bit too hard. not that you mind, of course. “mmmf.. hey?” you pant and pull away from the kiss, making eye contact with kate and realizing where she’s placed her hands.

“i’m just kissing you.” kate mumbles and doesn’t even bother waiting for you to finish catching your breath. she kisses you again, propping herself up on her elbows and grabbing your arms to wrap around her waist. “y- yeah! but like… let me get a breather at least.” you laugh quietly. you’re still trying to catch your breath and the more you try to get away, the more persistent she becomes. “c’mon. you’re just sleepy, baby. get your butt to bed and you’ll be alllll good in the morning.” you smile and push her shoulders down.

kate ends up falling onto your body and her nose brushes up against your cheek, her lips running up and down your neck as she starts kissing all over it. “one more..” she rasps out and slides her hands underneath your shirt. she starts to claw your back a few times, whining into your neck when you try to push her away. “kate, please.” you grunt and pull back, nearly falling off of the edge of the bed.

her face is the same one as earlier. her big, pretty blue eyes going soft and her lips pouting. she looks like a sad puppy and you hate it. you hate how you can’t say no to it. “just one more! this is the last one and i’ll sleep, i swear.” kate spits out and tilts her head to the side. she yawns, her eyes getting watery and now you know that it’s basically over for you. “i can’t.” you mutter. “yes, you can. it’s just one more kiss, babe. please?!”

“all you have to do is give me one, and i’ll sleep!”

“you say this all the time! you’re gonna say that you’ll ‘sleep after’ but the second my lips land on yours, you’re gonna act like an animal.”

“that’s not true.”

“oh, yeah? watch.”

you cup her cheeks and she grabs your waist gently, your lips going in for one quick one. when she feels how warm you are and how much you’re trying to really prove a point, she just helps your claim anyways. kate’s lips are against yours again, kissing hungrily.

i mean, she’s practically eating away at your face.

#um this is so bad. #bye #kate martin x reader #wcbb x reader #wbb x reader #that pic of her is so cute

[unreliablesnake]

Unmute (Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader)

Summary: You're in the middle of a meeting while Simon's around.

Note: I have listened to soooo many people talking because they didn't know they unmuted themselves since covid began. And the office jargon... Don't get me started on that one.

Warnings: None. It's fluff.

With a groan you threw your phone on the desk then unmuted yourself. "Okay, why don't you take this offline?" you asked, not even trying to hide your annoyance anymore.

Your co-workers were hesitating, one even brought up that the presentation had to be submitted today by EOD. You were glad you didn't turn on your cameras today, and you were sure as hell happy you had muted yourself again when this colleague pressed on, telling you all that she needed the exact and up-to-date numbers to work with.

Your boss knew you better than anyone from the call, so you weren't surprised to hear her silence that woman by saying, "Dave, let's circle back with Julie once you get the correct numbers, please."

"Will do," Dave said with a sigh.

You began to type a message to your boss on your phone, thanking her for putting an end to this bullshit when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Leaning your head back, you looked up and saw Simon watch you with a smile.

"Is it that entertaining?"

"This is your what? Fifth call today?" he asked, his thumb drawing circles on your skin. You quickly did the math in your head then nodded, confirming his words. "I have no idea how you do this on a daily basis. I'd rather have people trying to actively kill me all day long."

With a laugh, you turned your head just enough to kiss his knuckles. "You can get used to it," you told him.

Simon leaned down to kiss the top of your head before moving his hands around your body to pull you back against him. "Can I bring you anything?" he asked.

You returned your attention to the meeting again, hoping you didn't miss anything interesting, then looked back at him. "I could kill for a coffee."

"I'll get you one."

After you flashed a thankful smile at him, Simon went to the kitchen and you paid full attention to the meeting. They were back at it again, talking about a presentation that had absolutely nothing to do with this particular meeting. You quickly checked the list of participants and noticed your boss had left the meeting while you were preoccupied with your boyfriend.

Well, fuck. You were on your own.

Angry at the woman who just couldn't shut up, you unmuted yourself and said, "Julie, please, take this offline. Let's just return to the agenda, okay? Dave, you're done, I guess. Steven, you promised to show us the Q2 financial report, so why don't you begin?"

"Thank God," you heard him whisper, but his words were followed by shocked silence. "Oh, sorry, I thought I was still muted," he quickly apologized. "Anyway, I'll share my screen in a second, tell me if you see it."

You confirmed his screen was shared and he began his presentation. Simon returned in a minute, putting the cup in front of you before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. His big palm was resting on your shoulder, the contact making you purr like a kitten.

"So what's this?" he asked, keeping his lips close to your ear.

"Our latest financial report. Boring stuff," you explained with a laugh. "Seriously, I'd rather drown myself in you than listen to this. But sadly, I have no choice."

"Honey," Simon said quietly, "I think you're not muted."

Your eyes opened wide as you checked the screen and noticed he was right. "Shit, sorry," you quickly said before muting yourself.

In a matter of hours everyone and their mother would know what you just said. Simon only laughed as he went back to reading his book, while you were paying close attention to the presentation you had just called boring in front of about eighty people.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost #ghost x reader #modern warfare ii #mw2 #modern warfare

[selfloverrrrrr]

Twisted Life

Warning: smut, heavy smut, unprotected sex, yandere, noncon, dubcon, age gap, jealousy.....

Masterlist

All characters are aged up/18+

Read all warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Born as a non-sorcerer in a sorcerer family is such a painful life. Everyone told me that I was useless, I was just born to be a sorcerer's wife and bring him children. There's nothing else for me. But who knew that sorcerer gonna be the strongest sorcerer of the world.

I was 18 years old when Gojo clan came to my family to marry Gojo Satoru. I told my parents that I don't wanna marry now, it's too early for me. But who's gonna listen to me? I'm a non-sorcerer.... Ofcourse noone agreed with me and I got married with the strongest sorcerer of the world Gojo Satoru.

The wedding day went well. Everything went well. We got married. I got married to a man whom I don't even know. But Gojo didn't came home with me at our marriage night because of a mission. For killing a special grade course. He told me he'll be home soon. I nooded and he left.

It was two days after that night. I finished my dinner. I was wearing my short night gown. I couldn't sleep so I was watching TV. The door bell rang. I turned off the TV and looked at the clock it was too late. I opened the door anyways. It was Gojo Satoru. He was finally home. I smiled at him and give him some space to come in. He smiled back at me and came in.

I looked the door. He took off his jecket and threw it on the couch. " Did you eat something? Sorry I didn't know you were coming .... That's why I already ate my dinner-" I began to speak when he cut me off " it's okey.... Don't be sorry " he said. " You ate anything? I still have food.... I'll heat them up if you didn't ate anything yet " I said. " Nah... Not hungry rn" he said and sit on the couch.

I took his jacket and fold it. I could feel him staring at me. I put the jacket aside. I saw him took off his blindfold. "Soooo...." He began to speak. I looked at him. " Why weren't you agreed for the marriage?" He asked. My eyes widened. How did he know? "I.." " come here...sit" I went beside him and sit beside him. " Not there....here" he said patting on his lap. I looked at him with wide eyes " it's okey... I'm fin-" I couldn't complete my sentence he grabbed my hand and pulled me on his lap.

I gasped. " When I told you to sit here... You should sit here " he said with grinded teeth. Then his expression loosened again. " So.... Tell me... Why didn't you agreed" he asked again stroking my hair with a smile on his lips. " I... I d-didnt want to get m-married too early...." I spoke with a sceared voice.

He cupped my chin with hand and stocked my cheek with his thumb. " You know I never ever agreed for any marriage proposal my family told me.... But you were different.....you are gorgeous... You caught my eyes that's why I send the proposal to your family....did you knew that it I who sent the proposal?"he asked. I nodded softly. Suddenly he grabbed my shoulder and rubbed circles with his thumb. " Then why did you refused my proposal?" He asked now his pressure increases on my shoulder. "S-satoru.... it's okey...we are married now.... Your nails are digging in my skin" I said but it was like he didn't even hear me and continued his talking. " Do You know how much I am obsessed with you.... How much I love you..... I have never felt like this for anyone.... " He said. Now he was grabbing my shoulder more tightly. It was too painful. "I understand satoru but please stop you're hurting me...." I said with panic but still didn't listen to me and continued. " You don't know how many girls gave me proposal but I didn't accept them.... They were like whore.... Try to show their body to have me.... But I didn't accept them.... Why should I? I love you the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.... Then why should I accept some whore???" He said. He was starting in my soul. Now his nails were digging in my skin. "Satoru you're hurting me!!!" I scremed tears came out from my eyes. " YOU DON'T LOVE ME????? WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME????" he said in a loud voice. " Satoru stopppp" I said, pushed him and got up from his lap.

" Omg... sorry sorry.... please I'm so sorry....did I hurt you.... please forgive me....I didn't mean to.... I really didn't mean to...." He said being breathless. I saw tears in his eyes. " It's.... it's okey" I said and give him a weak smile. " No no no... I can't believe I hurt you... please.... please" he was still talking like breathless. I went towards him and put my hand on his." Hey it's okey" I said and he looked at my eyes and pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back. suddenly I felt the hug was becaming tighter. Then I felt him licking my cheek. "Okey Satoru... I'm not mad at you" I said as I tried to pull away but his grip was too tight. Then I felt him licking my jaw. "Satoru stop...." But he didn't. He started licking my neck. With all my strength I finally pushed him away. He looked at me. " Why are you pushing me away????" He asked.

"I'm not feeling....comfortable"

"I'm your husband and you're not feeling comfortable with me? Then with whom will you feel comfortable??? YUTA???"

"What?... what are you talking about?"

"I saw how you were looking at Yuta......at our wedding night"

"W-what?... I don't know what are you talking about.... I didn't looked at him that way.... I just talked with him normally "

"DON'T LIE.... You like him... don't you?... Why?... because he's same age as you?... Does age really matter that much???"

"Look Satoru I don't know what you are talking about" I said and started walking towards me and I took step back. I don't look at any where and run towards the bedroom. I could hear him running behind me. As I went into the bedroom I turned and closed the door. But Gojo didn't let it shut. He grabbed it from other side and pushed it. " Why don't you love me???... Please... please just give me one chance to prove you how much I love you..." He said and pushed the door with more pressure. I was pushing the door from the other side. But didn't take much time for the strongest to come inside. As he came inside my heart beat fasten. He closed the door and locked it.

He came towards me and hold me tightly close to him. "S-satoru... please.... Look there's nothing between me and Yuta.... Please believe me" I said with shaking voice. "That means you love me right?" He said. One of his hand started squeezing my ass. "Satoru please stop" I said. " Look... Not even one time you are accepting that you love me.... How can I make you love me????" He said. " I heard you like babies... right?" He said looking at me. "Satoru no..." I panicked.

"My parents also want a grand child" he said.

"No satoru....no..." I said and my panic increased.

"That's like.....one stone two birds " he said and smirked.

He threw me on his bed. Fear grabbed me by my neck. Gojo started crawling towards me. " S-satoru stop" I said. I tried to get off from the bed but he grabbed me by my leg and pulled me back on the bed. " Satoru please stop" I begged but he crashed his lips on mine. Kissing me roughly. Making me breathless.

He started undressing me. I tried to stop him but my strength was nothing for him. He almost took off my clothes. I was just left in my panties. Gojo started licking my nipple. His was so teasing. I moaned. He continued his teasing licking and sucking on my nipple. With his one hand he grabbed my other boob and squeezed it roughly. I scremed so loudly.

When he was done playing with my nipples and boobs he got up and started taking off my panties. " Gojo please...." I begged again but he didn't listen to me. He bring his face close to my pussy and licked it. "Ummmmmmm..... heaven~" he whispered to himself.

He took off his pant. His huge length was out now. My eyes widened at his length. It was too long and too thick. He grabbed his dick stroked it two or three times then line it with my entrence. I began to panic. " Satoru Satoru no.... please no .... Satoru please no... It's too big.... it's not gonna fit." I begged him. "Shhh darling... Don't panic... it's gonna fit... we're gonna make it fit..." He whispered in my ear.

Gojo slowly pushed his whole length in but I scremed with pain. Then he started thursting in and out. Thursting became rougher and harder. I was screming loudly. His huge dick was giving me too much pleasure with pain. He started giving me hickeys on my neck and chest. His thursting getting faster and harder. My whole body was shaking. He was moaning too. The way his dick was touching my g-spot make my back arch. It didn't take much time and I came. As I came that smirk again played on his lips.

I felt his dick started throbbing inside me. I didn't have the power to speak. It was too much for me. When my warm walls clenched around him he moaned loudly. In a few minutes he came inside me. I could feel his seed spreading inside me. He slowly pull out and threw him beside me. He hugged me and pulled me closer to him and whispered....

"don't be afraid darling... You can't understand how much I love you.... I will protect you from everything.... If anyone dare to touch you I'll give him the scariest death in the world.... we're gonna raise our baby together." He said and kissed my cheek. A part of me just telling me to run away from him... he's a monster. But the another part of me was feeling comfort in his hug....it was feeling like.... safe???

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hiiii ur writing is amazing:D

Soooo I saw this prompt and u were the first one to jump into my mind!

"Your hair is so soft..."

" stop it! You're making this harder, not letting me focus on killing you."

Hero x villain, where villain is sitting on hero's belly and holding a knife to their throat.

I was wondering if you could write something like this;)

“Your hair is so soft…”

The villain looked down at them, stared into the hero’s eyes as if the abysses of their pupils held any answers. They didn’t and the villain was fully aware of the pain and destruction they could cause in the next few seconds. With the hero’s hand — more fingers broken than healthy — in their hair, they felt quite breathless.

“Stop it,” the villain hissed. The knife in their hand felt heavy, out of place even. It was the first time in their life that a weapon conjured those feelings. “You’re making this harder. You’re distracting me.”

“Homo homini lupus, I get it,” the hero whispered. The villain let out a shaky breath and hardened their grip around the knife. “But it could’ve been so easy. You could’ve been mine and I could’ve been yours.”

“Self-realisation doesn’t include personal relationships. I need to fulfil my potential,” the villain said. Cutting the hero’s throat was supposed to be quick and painless, at least for the villain. But this drama had been going on for half an hour now. The villain didn’t know what to do with themselves, where to place themselves in this fight. Bleeding out was less painful than this and the villain would know. They’d almost bled out several times if it weren’t for the hero. “I need to get revenge. I need justice.”

The hero’s hand glided down the villain’s neck, grasping their biceps weakly. They were unbelievably gently, even in the face of death, even in their final moments.

“I didn’t kill your family.”

“But you’re standing in my way,” the villain said and they couldn’t deny how much their voice shook. “You’re holding me back. You would never let me kill them.”

“You know me too well,” the hero said. They took a deep breath, seemingly tired and overwhelmed. The villain couldn’t blame them, they were tired too. Unfortunately, the only way to end this was bloodshed. The villain was almost sure the hero would close their own hand around the handle of the knife to guide them. “And yet you choose selfishness.”

“I’m choosing destiny,” the villain said. “It is my destiny to do this.”

“What if I’m your destiny?”

“We both don’t really think that, do we?”

“It’s possible.”

“But very far from probable.”

“You’re being cruel.” The hero’s eyes were sharp, despite their physical state. It had something didactic, something authoritative and the villain felt horrible. They pressed the knife deeper into the hero’s soft neck, but there was no blood yet as if that would solve anything.

In their head, they cursed themselves but that disgusting part of their brain thought relentlessly about the right angle and pressure to apply to the cut.

“I’m being honest. We’re perfect for each other but we are not meant to be,” the villain said. Slowly, their eyes began to burn. Everything was hot and they couldn’t really breathe. God, they were killing their lover. The only person who had accepted their mistakes and their bad obsession with revenge.

They were killing them, oh god.

Although the villain knew them by heart, they looked at them as if they had to burn the image of their face into their brain.

“So, don’t make this harder. Be a hero and don’t let me suffer,” the villain begged. Their other hand pushed hair out of the hero’s face and by now, the villain’s tears started to gather in the corners of their eyes. Softly, they let their thumb brush over the hero’s bottom lip, leaning in. But they couldn’t bring themselves to kiss them.

They drew back, grip harsher than ever around the knife.

“You decide,” the hero said. “No one else.”

“Of course, my love. Homo homini lupus.”

They didn’t need to say more. Both knew what they were going to do.

#hope you like it <3 #I want at least 500 essays in my inbox with interpretations on how this story ends TOMORROW 7 AM SHARP #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

[mikodrawnnarratives]

I just remembered a project I worked on for a while in like 2021 (maybe 2020) and it had a LOT of akumatized marinette's

That was the idea behind the whole thing but man I did one by one and found some of the most obscure akumatized marinette au's

Sooooo I'm dragging these drawings up from the ashes and maybe it'll be a nice surprise for some of y'all to see

yall got ✨fanart✨

and possibly reminded of miraculous ladybug HA

usually these were done on different canvas's (that were like 250x250) and then just... copied onto a larger canvas??? Mistakes were made and I was insane

A handful of these akumanette's were actually made by me cause apparently... roughly 18 other marinette's wasn't enough

Click for quality and this is a long post

First of all, shoutouts to my own akuma abominations creations.

First image, the ladybug with the red long hair? yeah the idea was the akuma bug seen in canon in like, s2 (also shown next to her) but updated for the new look in s4. Vry original we'll give it a 6/10

I don't remember too much for the middle one that is slightly dimmer. Though I do remember that was the kind of IDEA behind her. She's also holding a knife cause of course. Why have magical powers to kill people when you can harness the power of K N I F E 7/10

I remember a little more about the jester marinette in the back. She had a whole thing with medieval research, jester research, and she also wanted to stab Lila cause everyone wanted to stab lila at the time. 9/10 cause I had a fun time with her

Then the robinhood poster mari was a robin hood akuma mari. 3/10 not original

NEXT

Slightly canon to downright canon

Ladyblanc was a popular akumanette idea so slightly canon, I didn't base it off of anyone's au

Ladybug and Marinette are there because what's the fun of a crossover if the og doesn't get to panic along with the rest of them????

Last image, not talking about persecuter, we'll get to her in a bit. I just thought it would be funny at the time if I included Chloe and Antibug cause... haha

Antibug is kinda an akumatized lb rip off soooo

OTHER'S AU'S

what you've been waiting for

Thank god I kept track of credit (pats past me on the back)

First of all, at the very front we got @zoe-oneesama 's devil au that made an updated appearance in her scarlet lady au, love to see it

You'll also notice little devil bug on lb's knee in the sketch

Alopeka is to the left of Devil au, by @piearsonist

hi betcha you never would have guessed you got FANARTED HA

This is a post that explains that akumatized marinette, and you'll find more if you go to her page

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND

Princess justice at the right by @kibouwmlb (also, hello hi, surprise) and honestly it is SUCH a pretty design OMYWORD I love the watercolors

Twiddling her thumbs, minding her business. Remember the release of Descendants 3? Yeah, Queen of Mean baby. And MORE by @shiinaeu hi you are a legend to me

This was so fun to draw at the time and I was experimenting in ways I hadn't before. Peak youtube miraculous ladybug fixation meeting art interest. First one of the characters I did fun fact

@edendaphne betcha you didn't expect fanart of that one scorpion akumanette well THINK AGAIN (also, crazy that this was around when I did your dtiys I just realized, huh)

ANd then slightly more obscure, though the post does have 173 ish notes so, is @skullqueensart 's akumanette right here

Why does akumanette have sunken cheeks here? I have no clue honestly. Take it up with me from 3 years ago and maybe you'll get answers who knows. She's also just... chilling. Looking at nothing. Into the abyss.

Not now chloe's, we are discussing persecutor now.

Love the story idea honestly and the akuma design is so god tier AKUMA that oof @yiprincessart I love it

Oh uh, and chloe will be fine

:)

CAN👏I👏 TALK👏 ABOUT👏 HER

She is the moment, she is beauty, she is grace

@artist-from-outersp-ace I love her. She looks so SO pretty!! At the time I loved your artstyle and I still do!! Too bad at the time I didn't know that Tumblr works by reblogging. I will be amending that.

I also remember being SO frustrated when drawing her that I didn't get a timelapse saved in time to show the drawing process :(

But I did love figuring out folds in the dress and the coloring process! Figuring out how to replicate elements in your art!

srs guys. Look at the RUFFLES

Alright, we are all agreeing to be accomplices and bystanders to Akuma jester marinette's NOT MURDER murder of Lila in the background? Okay good.

@lunian I have fanart for you~

And when I tell you I struggled with her design, I STRUGGLED. I ended up satisfied in the end but the curls bro, we lost the curls

But I do love her concepts and powers and I did back then too

And next to her, Okay, I never fully finished, mostly because I couldn't figure out how to get the hand to work with the tray balance thingie

@ladybub made this Lady Justice design and I WILL BE THERE when the comic updates. Or... if they aren't able to continue the comic that's also fine too <3 Life happens

Still love this au and the unique way for Marinette to get akumatized! Me and my sister bonded over our love over it!

I think this might be the first akumanette that isn't on tumblr to my knowledge. They are on Instagram tho @stivenwithani

Anyway I really liked the concept and the design just, reeked, of akuma that I included her

Okay more that I didn't really finish

We got another Princess/Lady Justice akuma idea at the left. Which I never kept track of the credit DANG IT I WAS DOING SO WELL

I'll update if I find the credit but man the OG did really well with the art.

And I have this akumanette comforting Lacrima from... a very graphic and whump fanfic Longest Night, read the tags

Anyway, Lacrima needs all the love she can get (also, funny enough, is the oldest out of this "gathering" of akumanette's)

It's not finished but hey @p-artsypants I gave angst ridden Lady Lacrima friends and fanart so.... yay...

AND THEN THE LAST ONE

was victim to so much reposting I could never find credit for it- UNTIL NOW

but the artist unfortunately deactivated their blog so that explains why I couldn't find their username all that time ago

It was a cool idea and I always love when creators take inspiration from how similar Marinette's name is to another word for a kind of puppet "Marionette"

But before I forget, I'll end this post on one of my akumanette's that I tried to squeeze in but never got to. But I did make more art for and I remember the story!

I remember having a background planned but I never really got around to it. Basically the story was that marinette got akumatized but managed to take off her earrings in time. I think the reason for her akumatization was connected to figuring out the secrets that Emilie had been hiding with the peacock miraculous (BEFORE we knew that adrien was a sentimonster).

Tikki had to bring the earrings to Chat Noir and he had to find someone that looked ENOUGH like Ladybug that Hawkmoth wouldn't notice as much that Ladybug wasn't actually there. Enter Mireille cause at the time a few people were pointing out how similar she looked to the dupain chengs.

Akumanette's powers had something to do with casting depression? I think? In the form of dragons? Oh, Also she travels by walking on the dragons so thats cool

I don't remember everything but I did have a lot planned for her.

10/10 just because I had a fun time with her

#tw old art #Don't Cringe at Old Art Challenge GO #long post #rambling about art and stories #akumatized!marinette #akumatized marinette #I'll add all the tags for the others ltr #miraculous ladybug #lady justice #princess justice #akumatized ladybug #I put this in my drafts in april and it's time to stop being socially anxious and just post it

[whiskeynwriting]

Sweet Lamb

John “Soap” MacTavish x Female Reader

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Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Intercrural sex (kinda), non-penetrative sex, sweet ‘n soft Johnny, established relationship, reader is on her period

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A/N: based off of an interaction between my boyfriend and I. This is soooo Johnny

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“Oh, Christ, bonnie bell.” Dramatically, he sighs, both hands lifting to cup your bare backside. “You’re out to kill me.” 

All you do is giggle, shaking your head while lathering your body. It’s been nothing but this for the past three days, him begging for you, for any little bit of you. But period sex wasn’t really your thing. 

“You sure I can’t do anythin’? Anythin’?” Pressing up against your back, Johnny sighs, dropping his chin to your shoulder. From here, he can gaze down at the front of your body, breasts all smooth and shiny and soapy and Christ they’re practically calling out to him. 

“Been gone for so long, lamb…” Smoothing his hands up your sides, he curls them around to your front, releasing a shallow groan when his calloused palms meet the sweet skin of your breasts. 

Lamb, that nickname always made you swoon. It was so sweet and personal, highlighting some of his favorite parts of you - soft and sweet, innocent, graceful, delicate. That’s what you are to him. And how could he be deprived of his sweet little lamb after being away for weeks on end? 

“Like what?” Deciding to entertain him, your chin dips, watching the way he fondles your tits in both hands. With gentle motions, he squeezes, kneads them in his hands before rubbing his thumbs over both nipples. And it makes you sigh, feeling his strong body pressed up against you like this, those muscular forearms settling over your front while he plays with you, broad chest and chiseled torso rubbing against your wet skin. 

“Mm…” Is the only noise he lets out, low and mischievous. This is when his arms circle around your waist, hips beginning to rock against your backside. 

Immediately, the action makes you feel hotter than the stream pouring down on your bodies, hands grabbing at those forearms as they tighten. Johnny always did this, loved to do it. He claims he’s not sure why it’s so arousing to him, rubbing against your body, clothed or otherwise, depriving himself of that full entrance. But you know it’s because he likes to be teased, likes to be edged until he’s red and leaking in his pants. 

And so, he continues, lips finding your neck while he rocks his hips against you. He was already worked up when he saw your bare body, slick with water and lathered in soap, but now that he’s grinding against you like this? With you in his arms? Smiling so sweetly while he moans into your ear? He’s fully stiff against your backside in seconds. And fuck was he thick, you can feel it weighing heavy against your lower back and ass, hot and throbbing. But then he pulls back a bit, retracts a hand to angle his dick down between your legs, sliding through your petals and that has the two of you fucking melting. 

“Baby,” With every thrust, his tip knocks gently against your clit. And with a graceful sigh, your eyes close, head dropping back onto his shoulder. “You, you’re gonna get messy.”

“I don’t care.” He responds in an instant, shaking his head. That beautiful face is right next to yours, staring down at you with an incredibly genuine mixture of desire and adoration. 

Lowering his hands, they grab onto your hips, rubbing sweet, firm circles into the skin. He knows your cramps can get pretty nasty, and he wants you to be able to enjoy this. So, he moves as smoothly as he can, touching you with sure yet tender motions. 

“Love this,” John moans quietly into your ear, his breaths now quickening. 

“Hm… I know you do.” Smiling, you lift a hand, reaching around to hold the back of his head.

John’s body is entirely cemented to your own, you couldn’t possibly be closer to each other and yet he still tries, still uses all his strength to keep you right against him. Feeling those sculpted muscles, the ones in his broad chest, his firm abdomen, it just makes you fawn so easily for him. It’s so incredibly arousing, experiencing this man. John was beautiful in a way that made you bashful, in a way that made you stop to pause and just stare, just to admire him. Those dazzling blue eyes, his charming smile… altogether, it’s almost as if he was chiseled from marble, body perfect and flawless in every single way. 

“Feels so good, sweetheart. Beautiful fuckin’ body… grindin’ against me…” With a sharp gasp, he chances a glance down between your bodies, witnessing the way you roll your hips back against him. It’s entrancing, the way you move, the way your physique just captivates him. With a heavy sigh, he brings himself in again, resting his forehead against your shoulder before giving it a firm and heated kiss. “Fuckin’ hell, could cum just like this.”

“Why don’t you?”

“You want me to?” That thick accent asks hurriedly into your ear, body curling over your own as he squeezes you in his hold. He’s fully humping you now, rutting against your backside and feeling the sweet slide of his cock between your legs, sliding up through your little lips. “Want me to, bonnie?”

Johnny’s face is in the crook of your neck now, powerful body holding you close and thrusting against you as if he were actually inside. He seems so vulnerable in this state, completely naked, humping against your ass and asking desperately if he can cum, if you’ll let him cum against your pussy like this. 

What’s surprising to you is just how heated this moment is, how fucking sexy it is to have him move against you like this. But it’s not like you haven’t had sex since he’s been home, you’d fucked twice before your period came. And still, he wants you, he wants it all.

“Yeah, baby. I do…”

“Oh, fuck me.” He whispers, eyes pinching shut, voice deep. “F-feels so fucking good, fuck, feels so fuckin’ good…”

You’re smooth and slippery between your legs, your arousal aiding in the slide of his cockhead through your lips. He isn’t sure if it’s from your slick or blood, but he genuinely doesn’t care. As long as it feels good, he’s more than willing. 

“Baby,” Your fingers are gripping onto the back of his neck, his hair soaked from the water and dripping down your hand onto his muscular back. 

“Is it, does it feel good, bonnie bell?” Johnny’s panting against your ear, little whines spilling from his throat. 

“It feels fine, baby.”

“Fine?” He almost sounds offended.

“Baby, don’t worry about me.” Swaying your hips back against him, he groans, eyes rolling back briefly. “This is about you, Johnny. I want you to feel good, want you to cum on me.” 

Breathing out against your skin, he whispers a harsh, “Oh, Christ.” 

And it really is about him. Sure, he feels good sliding like this between your legs, but you’re not doing this for your pleasure. He’s the one in desperate need of release, wanting to feel your body, touch it and consume you whole.

The wet sounds from the slap of his pelvis and the delicious squish between your thighs echoes off the surrounding tile, only serving to spur him on. Your soldier’s muscles are tensing and flexing against your back, against your stomach where he holds onto you so dearly. And for someone who appears so broad and fierce, so strong and manly and dominant, he’s practically putty in your hands when it comes to this. Having sex with John created an untouchable intimacy between the two of you, it was always sweet and sensual. Sometimes he really had his way with you, but he always made sure you knew you were loved. 

A few short and shallow grunts into your ear, and he’s shaking, holding onto you and pressing his open mouth against your shoulder. Erratically, his hips jerk against you, a sharp moan punching from his chest when you reach a hand down to stroke his tip. Thick, gooey spurts stream against your outer lips and upper thighs, warming your skin. The way it glosses over your pussy has you moaning for him, still holding onto the back of his neck to keep him close. 

“F-Fuck yes, yes.” 

Johnny feels so warm against you that it makes you smile, fingers now lifting to stroke through his dampened hair. He hums at this, chuckles a bit at the euphoric feeling still flooding his body. Keeping you flush against his body, Johnny kisses you, your shoulder and neck, your cheek. And after craning your head with a giggling smile, you kiss his lips, that handsome grin. 

“Feel good, baby boy?” From that he laughs, a full-belly Johnny laugh. It’s a little joke, something you love to call him when he’s all soft and supple like this.

“Yeah, sweet lamb.” With a content sigh, he closes his eyes, chin resting comfortably on your shoulder. With a sloppy kiss to your cheek, he finally comes down, finally relaxes behind your body. He still holds you though, still keeps you close and keeps himself between your legs. “So good.” 

#Johnny babyyyy #John MacTavish #John “Soap” MacTavish #John MacTavish x you #John MacTavish x reader #John MacTavish x female reader #Johnny MacTavish smut #Call of Duty fanfiction

[intotheseas]

But like. Ominis and Seb meeting MC's parents for the first time? Hear me out. Seb has nowhere to go for the summer months after the *ahem* incident in the catacomb. So MC offers both Ominis and sebby boi to stay with her for the summer. (Her parents are weird like she is)

Soooo I actually have almost this exact scene coming in a couple chapters in my fic "The Softest Magic", except without the incident and Vera only has her mother, who is the epitome of uber-caring trollmom lol. But I also want to explore how it might have been if Vera's father was alive, mess with some story points, and play around with present tense too, so here you go! Hope you don't mind that I wrote it with my MC and most of all I hope you like it! Please keep in mind I am new to writing so it definitely won't be perfect ahh and I may have run with the prompt a bit lot :) Read here on AO3 or below the break. 3,817 words.

Features: aged up characters (characters are 17), love triangle, but it's not a bad thing, they're just dancing around it trying to figure it out, hurt/comfort, healing, supportive parents doing what they do best, good parents, fluff, some liberties taken with canon (basically made Solomon an absolute arse), forgiveness.

Contains mentions of murder, violence/abuse, HL spoilers, implied teenage romance, small bit of underage drinking, cheese. Not beta read or proofread super thoroughly.

She’s sitting with him in the Room of Requirement, her thumb rubbing circles over the back of his hand. Sunlight beats down on them and it’s almost uncomfortable, too exposing. He’s bared his soul to her - both the brightest and darkest corners, and it’s taking Vera some effort to average the two. She keeps her eyes trained on his hand, not sure how to look him in the eye when he’s crying. Like it’s a little too much, like it’s a boundary they haven’t made the decision to cross yet. 

Which is pretty weird, she thinks, since she saw him kill his uncle just a few weeks ago. Since they’ve shared countless nights together with Ominis, slumped over books, demolishing poachers, falling asleep on this very sofa. The thought shakes her from her weird paralysis and she thinks, fuck it, he needs help. He needs love. 

“Come home with me this summer,” she says. “You and Ominis.” Vera meets his eyes, dead serious. “You need somewhere to go and my parents will be overenthusiastic hosts.” 

He gives her a look, like he thinks this is a trick. He gives her that look a lot lately, ever since…well, ever since the catacombs. Like he thinks he doesn’t deserve anything nice coming his way. Vera gets it, too. You don’t murder a family member, even in self-defence, and come out without some serious issues. 

It’s evident in the way he folds into himself, like a child who’s been yelled at by his father. Vera wonders briefly, how often did Solomon yell at him like that? How often did he hit him? She knows Solomon fought to kill in the catacombs. It was either them or him. 

His voice is quiet, meek. So unlike the brash and charming Sebastian she’s come to know and love over the past year. “You mean it?” 

Vera pulls him into a hug. “What else would I do? Leave you both in that cottage without Anne? Ridiculous. You and Ominis can come back with me. My parents will love you.” She feels him stiffen in her arms. “And no, I won’t tell them what happened. That parts up to you.” 

The wall behind them grates and shifts as Ominis crosses the door’s threshold. “I thought I might find you two here,” he says. His voice is soft, tentative, like he isn’t sure how to say the words, or if he should say them at all. 

Vera releases Sebastian from her grasp and gets up, pulls Ominis close. Sebastian’s situation, from the Scriptorium to the catacombs, has traumatised him, too. His best friend, maybe more than that, slipping into the Dark Arts despite his most fervent warnings, careening down the road to hell paved entirely with obsession and good intentions. Despite all his apprehensions, he’s remained loyal to Sebastian until the bitter end. Vera loves Ominis for it. She loves them both.

“Hey Omi,” she says. “I was just telling Seb this, but come home with me this summer. Both of you. My parents are going to love you.” Ominis holds on to her like a life raft, like she’s the one thing keeping him afloat in the maelstrom of fucked-up their lives have become. 

“You…you’re certain your parents would welcome two extra students?” 

Vera laughs, despite the weird atmosphere. “I’m positive. They always wanted more kids, but Mum couldn’t. They’ll be thrilled to have you.” She leads Ominis to the sofa where Sebastian is still curled into himself, like an old piece of parchment. “I won't force you, but…if you both want to, I can send them an owl right now. What do you think?” 

Ominis sits beside Sebastian, loops his arm around his back. “Sebastian? What do you think? I don’t particularly fancy the idea of spending the summer in Feldcroft…it’s too close to…everything. And my family isn’t even worth considering as an option.” Sebastian leans his head against his shoulder. 

“If Vera thinks her parents won’t care…if I won’t be an imposition-” 

“You won’t,” Vera insists.

“...then okay. It’s not like I have anywhere else to go. You’re right, Ominis, the cottage isn’t an option. I don’t think I could bear being so close to…and if Anne comes back and doesn’t want to see me…” He hangs his head even lower, buries it in his hands. Ominis holds him, runs his fingers through his hair. 

Vera walks over to the table in the middle of the room, scratches down a note. 

Mum and Dad, 

Mind if I bring two of my friends home for the summer? I’ve told you about them, Ominis and Sebastian? They’ve…had a rough year. We all have. I’m giving them all the care I can, but I think some hospitality done Bell style would do them good. 

Love you and miss you lots, let me know, 

Vera

An owl comes in through the open window, hops over to her. She affixes the letter to its leg and sends it off with a few pats. 

She walks over to the sofa and drapes her arms over her two closest friends. Kisses the tops of their heads with all the tenderness she can muster. “I sent them an owl. I’m sure they’ll say yes. In the meantime…I know none of us are okay, but we have O.W.Ls in a month. We need to focus, and you both need to get your mind off of this.” She summons several books and rolls of parchment to the table in front of them. 

They groan slightly, but pull books to their laps, their quiet murmurs filling the air. It’s a step, Vera thinks. On a very long staircase. But it’s a step. 

Two days later, the Bell’s family owl, Button, swoops in through the Room of Requirement’s window, crash landing into the pile of books and parchment littering the table. He’s small and spotted, and terribly uncoordinated. Perfect in his imperfectness, as Vera’s mom likes to say. He hops excitedly on one foot, waits for Vera to untie the letter tied to his leg. 

Vera, 

Of course we don’t mind. Tell them they’re coming home. We can’t wait to meet them.

We love and miss you, too. Good luck with O.W.Ls! Can’t wait to see you!

Mum and Dad

“Well, it’s official,” Vera announces. “You two are coming home with me in a month. My parents say they can’t wait to meet you both.” The first genuine smile she’s seen in weeks graces Sebastian’s face. Ominis shoulders slump, his expression relieved, and her heart feels a little lighter. This is closer to how it was before. It’ll never be normal again, she knows, but they’ll find a new normal. 

A month passes, and day by day, step by step, they find their way toward something resembling peace. The relentless studying helps, takes their mind off of the existential horror of death and loss and replaces it with the existential horror of their futures. A better direction to look in, Vera thinks. 

Their O.W.Ls pass without incident. Vera knows she’s done terribly in History of Magic, but failing that O.W.L is basically a rite of passage for every fifth-year, anyway. They’re all exhausted for a different reason now, a reason that feels earned. Like their naps on the plush sofa in the Room of Requirement are borne out of hard work, not a desire to escape consciousness. 

And all too soon, they’re met with the scarlet train that will take them home. “Home,” Vera reminds them. “You’re coming home.” The train ride is both reflective and jumpy, an anxious energy buzzing all over the compartment. Flashes of blue skies and green fields fly by their field of vision as the train picks up speed and takes them away. Away from where it happened, away from all the daily reminders. And maybe she’s imagining it, but every metre they travel, the load feels a little less horrifying. It’ll never be gone, not completely, but like water smoothing a stone, time makes everything feel lighter. 

Sebastian’s all nerves, drumming his fingers restlessly on his leg. Vera can see the thoughts racing behind his eyes, already knows what he’s thinking. He wonders if he deserves this, if he’ll fuck this up, too. Thinks he might dare to hope a little. 

Ominis is a pool of outward calm, like usual. Vera knows better, of course. Knows he’s concerned about Sebastian, concerned about making a good first impression on her parents. 

She’s nervous, too. Nervous about the unspoken bonds between them all. She loves them both, probably as more than friends. 

No, definitely as more than friends. She thinks they might feel the same way about her, but she thinks they feel that way about each other, too, and probably have for a long time. The entire year has been a nervous yet comforting dance, the steps marked by stolen glances, lingering touches, chaste kisses on the cheek, fingers interlaced, and too many “accidental” nights spent curled around each other in front of the fire to be accidental. Vera supposes it doesn’t need to be figured out right away, as long as they’re all content. 

The smog and odour of London is overpowering as they step off the train and through Platform 9 ¾’s barrier. They’ve decided to floo straight home - no need to make her parents come all the way out here to collect them. A coffee shop nearby provides some sanctuary from the sensory overload, a cheery witch levitating several pots of coffee and tea waves to them over her shoulder as they duck in. “Back from Hogwarts, darlings? Floo point’s in the corner. You enjoy your vacations now!” 

They wave back in thanks and cross over to the crackling fireplace. Vera’s voice rings out clearly. “Bell Residence, London!” 

The vertigo-inducing, oddly squeezing sensation of floo travel is something Vera still hasn’t grown accustomed to, and she’s a little dizzy as they stumble into her kitchen. The pale yellows of the wallpaper and tablecloth deepen in the warm glow of the sun through the window. Her parents look up expectantly, happily. 

Ava, her mother, still in her lime-green Healer robes, immediately stands and gathers them all into a surprisingly crushing hug. Her blonde hair’s in its usual bun and freckles dot across her face like stars as her eyes crinkle into an enormous smile. “Welcome home, loves,” she murmurs. “I’m so happy you’re all here. I’m Ava, and this,” she points over to the man at the table, “is Riley.” 

Riley rises from the table, taller than all of them. Vera peeks to the side at Ominis and Sebastian, sees them shrink back slightly and almost giggles. Her father looks imposing, but he’s even more of a dear than Ava. His ruddy cheeks emphasise his genuine smile, and his curly tawny hair falls in every direction. Vera hugs him tightly, and Riley grabs Sebastian and Ominis, brings them into the fold. “Welcome home,” he says. “All of you.” 

Ava nearly dances around them, levitates their luggage with her wand and leads them down a long hallway toward another sun-soaked room. There are two guest beds set up, plush and feathery, with deep emerald green duvets resting on top. Vera’s bed rests to the left, her duvet a cheery yellow. “Afraid we don’t have a guest room, but this’ll do, right?” She winks, and her eyes dance with mischief. “I’m sure you’re all exhausted from the trip. Why don’t you all rest in here while Riley and I make dinner?” She steps lightly out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

Vera sits on her bed, sinking into the thick duvet. “Well,” she says. “Those are my parents.” I promise Dad is a lot less imposing than he seems. He and Mom are really playful people. It’s just kind of how they show their love.” 

Sebastian and Ominis sit, flanking her, their faces contemplative. They flop backwards, their hands finding each other by habit, fingers interlocking. 

“I don’t know if I deserve this kindness,” Sebastian admits. His brow furrows as he gazes at the ceiling. Ominis leans his head against Vera’s shoulder, reaches with his other hand to place it atop Sebastian’s. 

“Maybe it isn’t about deserving it,” Vera murmurs. “I mean, it’s happening anyway. The kindness. Trust me, my parents are going to treat you like you’re their own. And Mum has an uncanny sense with these things…you don’t have to tell her anything you don’t want to, but I think you’ll find she’s a lot more understanding than you’d think.” 

Sebastian chews on her words, considers them slowly and thoughtfully. “It’s just…I feel like I’ve put enough bad into the world. Why should I accept any goodness?”

Ominis moves his hand to Sebastian’s shoulder and squeezes. “Because people are giving it to you,” he says. His tone is matter-of-fact. “It’s up to you whether you accept it. But if you’re asking me…I think you deserve some kindness.” 

They stay like this for a while, thinking and reflecting. The air between them seems both impossibly vast yet precarious, like a single action could change everything. Eventually they doze, their proximity comforting each other.

Ava’s knuckles rap against the door. “Dinner!” she calls out. The three spring up, their reverie over. 

Riley and Ava are at the table when they arrive. There are thick slices of bread Vera knows her mother baked this morning, topped with generous dollops of butter. Slices of cheddar cheese are nestled beside it, and bits of roasted meat and mashed potatoes send mouth-watering smells into the kitchen. 

Her parents smile, tell them to sit down. The food is immaculate, and Vera senses both Sebastian and Ominis feeling more at ease with the lively chatter Ave and Riley curate. They talk about O.W.Ls, their Hogwarts houses, potential future careers, and all the gossip that Ava and Riley hear around St Mungos and the Ministry. The atmosphere is warm and familiar, and it isn’t long until the family’s pet kneazles are begging for scraps at their feet. 

They end the night with a game of wizards chess, Riley insists he play with Sebastian. It’s a close game, but Riley booms with laughter when Sebastian finally checkmates him, the little chess pieces crumbling into bits and reassembling shortly after. “Seems like our daughter found a smart one,” he says approvingly. His eyes twinkle in that fatherly way, and it’s all for Sebastian. 

Meanwhile, Ava, Ominis, and Vera indulge in a spirited discussion about healing magic. Ominis is ardently interested, shares his plans to become a Healer himself. Ava is over the moon hearing this, leans forward eagerly, wants to know everything Ominis thinks. Her attention’s all for him, like she knows he never had a mother to dote over him like he should have. She probably does know, Vera thinks. She just knows things sometimes, in her perceptive way. And Ominis soaks it up. 

Ava and Riley retire to their bedroom shortly after. “Have fun tonight. Just don’t burn the flat down,” they wink. They crawl into bed together, a bubble of silence hanging between them before Ava pops it gleefully. “So, which one do you think fancies Vera?” 

Riley hums. “Sebastian, maybe? But it’s hard to tell. They might both fancy her.” His face is thoughtful. “I hope it won’t end in heartbreak for them.” 

Ava glances at him, surprised. “You think so? I think they all have a thing going. Sebastian and Ominis, too. They’re such a tight-knit little group.” She gazes at the ceiling, a smile dancing along her lips. “Well, as long as they’re happy. That’s all that matters to me. Times are certainly changing.” Riley murmurs in agreement, pulls his wife close. 

“You’re right. As long as they’re happy. I’m sure they’ll figure it out.” 

At the opposite end of the flat, Vera, Sebastian, and Ominis lay in their separate beds. Awkwardness hangs like a fog above them. No one’s sure how to dispel it. 

“This is odd, right?” Ominis’ voice is quiet, a little unsure. 

“No, it’s definitely weird,” Sebastian answers. “Vera?” 

“Oh thank Merlin,” she sighs. “I thought you two were going to stay quiet all night. “Get over here, please.” 

Sebastian and Ominis crawl under her duvet, and the three curl around each other like cats. Sleep takes them quickly. 

The next morning, Ava and Riley peek in, and Ava lightly punches Riley’s shoulder as they quietly close the door. “I told you so!” she whispers, a wide grin overtaking her face. 

Two months pass in a flash, and Ava and Riley lavish Ominis and Sebastian with affection every chance they get. Ava knows, of course, they’ve all been through something traumatic together, in that way that mothers often know. But she isn’t one to pry. Just to love. 

And as this time passes, Sebastian and Ominis feel themselves heal, bit by bit. The wounds scab over, and the horrors of the previous year begin to feel more like bad memories, and less like recurring hellscapes. The pain dulls, and the hole ripped in their lives by the events in the catacombs is lined with wonderful memories, the edges becoming smoother, easier to bear. 

They’re sitting at the table one night, lulled into comfortable camaraderie by copious amounts of butterbeer and firewhiskey. They finish their third game of wizards chess and a companionable silence settles over them. Sebastian’s eyes dart from Riley to Ava, then to Ominis and Vera. He takes their hands beneath the table and they squeeze back reassuringly. 

“Ava, Riley…can I confess something?” 

They nod, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Anything, love,” Ava reassures. 

“My uncle died near the end of term. Just before O.W.Ls. Um..it was just me and my twin sister with him. Our parents died when we were kids. Uncle Solomon was…he wasn’t good to us. I mean, I guess he was okay to Anne…she reminded him of our mother. His sister. But he hated our father, and I take after him. He…well, we didn’t get along. There were times when he hit me, and there were times when I hit him back in self-defence. I…my twin was cursed, and I was desperate to find a cure for her, even when Solomon forbade me from doing so.” 

Ava straightens in her chair, realisation dawning in her eyes. “Anne Sallow?” she asks. 

Sebastian’s eyes widen. “Yes.” 

“I remember her. We tried everything we could…it was difficult, seeing her like that. I would have liked for her to stay longer, but your uncle, he seemed determined to take care of her himself. Took her home against our advice.” 

Sebastian’s eyes are glued to the wood grain of the table. “That doesn’t surprise me,” he says quietly. “I was so desperate to find a cure for her I went down some paths I shouldn’t have. And it made him angry. But…I couldn’t stop. Vera and Ominis tried to tell me the whole time I was going too far, but…I ignored them. I wasn’t always a good friend to them. But I needed to save her. She’s all I had left.” 

Ominis and Vera scoot closer to Sebastian, wrap their arms around him. “We forgave you a long time ago,” Vera murmurs. Ominis nods. 

Sebastian’s voice breaks as he continues, a hint of the terrified boy he was at the end of term creeping back in. “I did something I really shouldn’t have. I trifled with Dark Magic, with a relic I found mentioned in a spell book. I really thought it would cure Anne. And that was too much for Solomon. He attacked us, me, Vera, and Ominis. At first, I thought he was just trying to stop me from using the relic, but after he destroyed it, he continued attacking us. I…” His voice breaks again, and tears stream down his face. “I think he was going to kill me. And maybe even Vera and Ominis. He kept hurling fire at us and…and,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “I killed him. It was either him, or me, Vera and Ominis. I chose us.” 

He stares down at the table, not daring to look up. 

Ava and Riley stare at each other, horror covering their faces. Vera observes them closely. She can see it isn’t horror at Sebastian, but his situation. The choices a young man felt he had to make. The path he went too far down. The tragic conclusion. 

They close the distance between them and hug him simultaneously. Sebastian cries into Ava’s shoulder, both weightless and burdened. “I’m sorry,” he sobs. “You’ve just been so nice to me and I…I regret it so much! I don’t know what I should have done instead. And now Anne is gone, and I don’t know where she is.” 

Ava kneels down, meets his eyes. “Sebastian…this was too much for you to deal with alone. I’m sorry…I’m sorry you went through all this. Your sister, your uncle, your parents…no, it wasn’t the right idea to get involved in the Dark Arts, but I can understand why you felt you had to.” 

He shivers in her arms. “I’ll never touch them again,” he sniffles. 

“I know,” Ava soothes. “I know.” She looks at Riley. They communicate silently. 

“You’re forgiven,” Riley murmurs. “And you’re always welcome here. That extends to you too, Ominis.” 

Vera’s parents lean back and look at Sebastian. “And we won’t tell anyone,” Ava says. “In the wrong hands, this information could really get you in trouble, even though it was self-defence.”

Riley nods. “I’m sorry people weren’t there for you when they should have been.” He pats Ava’s and Ominis’ shoulders quickly. “I know my daughter and Ominis were, and I’m glad for it, but this isn’t a situation that should have fallen into the hands of teenagers.” 

Healing is slow, and never linear, Vera thinks. But maybe this is a turning point for Sebastian. Maybe the acceptance and love he needed all along can help him get back on the right path, redeem himself in his own eyes. 

A week later, Riley and Ava usher them toward the Hogwarts Express. Ava grips Sebastian and Ominis’ shoulders, her voice firm. “I expect to see you all home for Christmas and Easter, and I expect frequent letters. Okay?” 

Ominis and Sebastian nod. 

Ava continues. “And you treat each other well. And you two treat Vera well. And Vera, you treat them both well, understood?” 

They flush crimson, but nod. 

Riley and Ava hug them all, an all-encompassing embrace that feels like home. Vera hopes it feels like home for Sebastian and Ominis, too. After all, that’s what it’s become for them. Home.

#hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy sebastian #ominis gaunt x mc #sebastian sallow x mc #sebinis

[allieisacrybaby]

Double Trouble

Jake x Reader x Danny

Kinda smutty kinda spicy little burb for y’all heheh

Stumbling home from a night out, one too many drinks has you leaning on your two boyfriends. Jake has your purse in one hand and the other hand steady on your low back. Danny has a tight grasp on your forearm as you wobble inside the front door.

“God my feet are killing me!” you whine slurring your words a little.

“I told you not to wear the heels, doll.” Jake chastises setting your purse on top of the entryway table. Danny clicks his tongue and shakes his head as he leads you to the velvet chair situated next to the front door.

“But they looked soooo good with my dress.” you whine plopping down. You lean down to start undoing the straps of your heels but your head immediately starts to spin in your inebriated state.

“Oh my god my head is reeling.” you throw your head back onto the high backed chair and stare at the ceiling in hopes of not puking.

“Princess, why don’t you let us help?” Danny says.

“We got you, baby.” Jake coos.

Danny gets down on one knee while Jake gets down on both. Danny props your heeled foot onto his upright knee and starts to unclasp the strap. Jake on the other hand gets a little distracted in the process of taking your heels off. He runs his palm up and down your calf feeling your clean shaved skin against his hand.

“God your skin is so soft babydoll.” Jake sighs a breathe through his nose as he runs his hand back down to your ankle running his thumb over the joint on your ankle. Danny setting your shoes on the floor away from the chair understands what Jake is getting up to and his eyes grow darker.

“Jakey…that tickles.” you sigh looking down at the man on his knees.

“Just so….soft….everywhere.” he punctuates with kisses to the inside of your ankle slowly making his way up your calf.

“Hmm everywhere indeed.” Danny says running a large hand up the inside of your thigh past the hem of your dress to run a thumb across the juncture where your thigh meets your groin.

“Oh god….please.” you mewl out. Impatience getting the best of you, you push your hips into Danny’s hand trying to get some sort of friction.

“Patience angel, we’re gonna take good care of you.” Danny says planting a kiss to your knee still teasing you with gentle strokes of his thumb.

“Jakey tell him to stop teasing pleaseee.” you beg.

“Oh babydoll, what makes you think I’m gonna be any better?” Jake wickedly smiles through hooded eyelids. He kisses your other knee as he rises to his feet, Danny following in suit. Jake extends a hand out to you and you rise onto your now heel-free feet, legs still wobbling under you even without the heels on. Danny immediately scoops you up into his arms bridal style and starts walking down the hall to the bedroom. Jake following close behind.

“Let’s get you to bed, huh?” Danny smiles down at you haphazardly kicking the bedroom door open.

“We promise to take good care of you.” Jake smirks closing the door behind him with a click

last minute tagging my moodboard tag list on this because why not 🤷🏻‍♀️

@gardensgatedaisy @sacredjake @writingcold @digitalcalamity @spark-my-nature @ohhkaty @andtherestishistory13 @hearts-hunger @songbirds-sweet

#greta van fleet #gvf #danny wagner #jake kiszka #danny wagner x reader #jake kiszka x reader #janny x reader #jake x reader x danny #danny x reader x jake #allie writes????? #gvf blurb #blurb #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fic #smut #greta van fleet smut

[ohbo-ohno]

another anon but https://www.tumblr.com/ohbo-ohno/727772647768850432/httpswwwtumblrcomohbo-ohno727767937956691968 johnny not being allowed to play with you or help you through your next heat

simon has to go somewhere for a while and johnny's still locked up but somehow your heat comes a week early and ur so desperate maybe you start trying to get yourself off (johnny is whining through the bars of his cage because he can SMELL you and hear how desperate you are and feels soooo miserable that he can't help u)

simon comes back and sees u rocking against your palm but ur still crying because the stretch of ur fingers is incomparable to his cock so he just soothes you a little, pulls your fingers away from your hole and eats up ur whines into his mouth, all while putting on a show to goad johnny for not being good so he's the only one who can fuck you now. then he sits u in between his legs, uses his own strong ass legs to keeps yours open on the edge of the bed, easing his calloused thick fingers into your pussy and giving you what you really need - something of substance to clench onto while his rough thumb rubs just the right amount of pressure into your clit. his other hand is wrapped around your neck, squeezing just enough on your windpipe to make you lightheaded while he attacks your neck with tongue and teeth as well, your moans loud in the air of ur bedroom. and johnny is just crying in his cage rattling against it because he's sorry, he's really sorry to have hurt you, begs simon to please let me touch her too?

bonus points if ur sheets are grey and when simon is done he smiles at the absolutely dark and soaked sheets beneath you after you finish thrashing while getting utterly obliterated

oh my GOD

JOHNNY LOCKED IN A CAGE FORCED TO WATCH YOU START YOUR HEAT WITHOUT HIM?? ARE YOU TRYING TO FUCKING KILL ME??????

simon just keeps saying sorry to you, sorry johnny behaved so badly, sorry johnny made simon lock him up and left you all alone when you needed him most, johnny shoulda been a better boy huh :/ why did he do that? why did johnny make simon do that? and you just wail and squeal and beg, and you don't understand why johnny's in the cage, you don't get it because all you can think about is knots and cocks

and johnny is nearly wailing himself, nearly knocks the cage over with how violently he shakes the bars, begging - fucking begging - simon to let him out, to let him help, to let him make it better, please please please let me make it up to her im sorry m so sorry i can be good please please ple-

but simon refuses. he's real strict with his punishments :/ he said johnny stays in the cage for two days, johnny stays in the cage for two days. heat be damned. simon can take care of you all on his own <3

#abo au #asks and answers #bo writes

[razorblade180]

Actor Au 5

Actor au 4 <-

Ruby:🎶Guess who’s back? Back again. *flips camera*

Adam:Not me! *thumbs up* Let’s get to filming! Wooo!

Crew:Wooooooo!

xxxxx

Ruby:Well look who it is, back at the food table.

Yang:*bites doughnut* It’s 5am on a beach. The sun is down and so is my body temperature.

Ruby:At least you don’t have to be near the water. Happy to be back?

Yang:Hell yeah. Let’s get this shit.

xxxx

Interviewer:How’s it feel to be back on screen after so long.

Ozpin:Pretty shocked if I’m being honest, but in a good way. I got so used to cozy pjs and being a voice. Roman walks over and goes “We’ll shoot your scene tomorrow.” I look around and go “pardon?” and he nods. Just goes “yeah you and your son shoot tomorrow.

Oscar:He’s downplaying his excitement.

Interview:Were you excited?

Oscar:I read what my scene was and had to double check if my contract had expired.

Ruby:Thought it was your last episode?

Oscar:Yes! You literally came up to me and said “ready for me to kill you?” Keep in mind, we don’t film everything in order. Luckily I finally got briefed.

Ruby:It felt appropriate because Ozpin looked at me with pure joy and and said “Finally I get to fight you.”

xxxxx

Director:Alright Neo, you’re just getting from the crash and you are seething. And… Action.

Neo:*stands up*….FUCK!

Director:Cut! Neo!!

Neo:I know! I know! *snickers* Could you imagine though?

xxxxxx

Weiss:*throws fake rock*

Another prop rock comes in off screen and misses her completely, hitting Blake.

Blake:Oh shi-

Weiss:…*turns around* Nora, how?

Nora:*covering face* I don’t know how I missed.

Blake:You curved ball a rubber rock. I’m not even hurt; only impressed.

xxxxx

Blake:I can’t believe it! The Rusted Knight, in person!

Jaune:You did well JNPR. *slowly lefts helm-

Helmet gets stuck.

Jaune:…*keeps helmet on, nods, walks away*

Ruby and Yang: *wheezing*

Blake:W-Wait! We..pfft..*drops to knees* tell us who you are hahaha.

Weiss:Did it snag the beard?

Jaune:A hundred percent!!

*Bloop!*

Jaune:*removes helmet*…..I just yanked out some beard hair I’m sorry. *eyes watering*

Coco: *off screen* Let me trim it down just a little!!!

xxxxx

Ruby:When they told this volume would have a focus on Ruby’s crumbling emotional state I was excited. I barely get to play with negative emotions often so I was ready! However, I was not prepared for Jaune to have to grow out his hair.

Jaune:Hahaha!

Ruby:Do you understand how hard it is to maintain sad vibes when in rehearsal this guy is walking around in a man bun!?

Interviewer:So the hair was all real?

Jaune:Yeah I originally got a call from Adam who asked if I knew anyone who could pull off an older version of myself. Instantly I went to my dad, however, I did not know at the time my character would be old for the majority of the volume. Love my dad, but he can’t fake act through a volume. Second best option was growing out my hair and hitting the gym.

Adam:We basically shot all of his scenes when he was young at once so long ago at this point. Then during vacation and all that in between volumes this man was obligated to not cut his hair as much as possible. My sister, Coco, did practical makeup to add age as well.

Jaune:Never again.

Interviewer:Fans like the look!

Jaune:Oh I get it. It’s the mainly the beard I wouldn’t want again. All the lights are fire scenes were soooo hot! I was dying!

xxxx

Blake:You named them after your team?

Jaune:No. I named them after everyone.

Everyone looks at where the paper pleaser would be.

Paper Pleaser:Hello. I am the one they call Jessica.

Ruby:Jessi- You met her once! Ya gotta let go!

Jaune:I can’t! 😢

xxxxx

Nora:Get a load of this. *turns camera*

Penny and Oscar:* sharing food*

Nora:They’re like magnets to each other I swear.

xxxxx

Blake:*sips coffee* Get this, today is the big day. The amazing crew has built a simple rope bridge only a couple feet off the ground. Yang is currently finding the courage to stand on it.

Yang:LISTEN! Rope bridges are scary!

Weiss:You aren’t actually high in the sky!

Yang:Rickety bridges strew me out.

Ruby:Should’ve confessed sooner.

Weiss:Imagine getting confessed to because that person is avoiding a fear? The instant they get on the bridge Yang folds.

Ruby:The true love was the solid ground we had along the way.

xxxxx

Interviewer: Let’s talk about the kiss! How’d that go?

Blake:*deflates* I have a complicated relationship with that scene for two reasons! One is you, Yang.

Yang:I may have tripped or had to fix my hair because the wind was aggressive! Your beef isn’t with me, it’s the weather!

Blake:She’s right. It came out perfectly, the shot. However, that’s a real sunset. It took so many days for the weather to be good enough! The two of us are trying to stay warm while look at each other lovingly.

Yang:Meanwhile she’s shooting daggers into my soul going “I’m begging you to get this right. I am cold.” Sometimes you sneezed.

Blake:I wanted to cry. Bright side, I got to kiss this lovely lady finally.

Yang:D’aaaww

Interviewer:Speaking of that, Yang, your character onset and yourself offset would probably have some interesting words to each other given…

A picture is pulled up on a screen that makes Blake laugh while Yang blush, giving an embarrassing smile. It’s a picture from her social media where she’s on Adam’s shoulders at the beach.

Yang:W-What can I say? I’m winning at life.

xxxxx

Pyrrha:*getting dressed* Hmm Hmm Hmm 🎶

Weiss:Someone is happy to be back.

Pyrrha:It’s pretty funny how every three volumes I come back to serve trauma and leave. Honestly make me the villain at this point.

Penny:Today is beat Ruby day. *thumbs up*

James: A glorious day indeed.

Ruby:Sometimes I feel like my friends and coworkers aren’t telling me something about themselves. Everyone is a little too enthusiastic.

Neo:*stretching*

Weiss:For those who don’t know, Neo over here does most of Ruby’s stunts, but now she’s pulling double duty again.

Neo:I love how there’s a narrative that my character is this brilliant fighter. In truth, most times I’m told to fight Ruby I let them know ahead of time one of us better be losing badly.

Ruby:I’ve gotten better at complex choreography!

Neo:And I’m very proud of you. *pats head* prepare to be tossed around like a rag doll.

xxxxx

Jaune:Ever wonder who’s doing the creepy motion capture for the Jabberwalker? *points left*

Tyrian:*in mo-cap suit* Greetings…

Jaune:Easily scarier than his normal clothes.

xxxxx

Jaune:*doing pull ups*

Weiss:*watching*

Yang:Hehe, what’s going on over here?

Weiss:I’m getting into character. I take my job very seriously.

xxxxx

[punderstorm scene]

Ruby:*walking*

Weiss:*sees Atlas*

Jaune: *looks into water*

Jessica slowly fades in.

Weiss:What the- *face palms*

Ruby:*laughing* When did you guys find the time!? Is she sneaking on set?

Jaune: *In character* I wonder how she’s doing these days?

xxxxx

Jessica:Nora snuck me in early to watch the setup process for résumé. Learned a lot about audio and video. More than I should.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #roman torchwick #proffessor ozpin #oscar pine #penny polendina #neo politan #rwby data farms #jessica cruz #actor au #adam taurus #coco adel

[hp-hcs]

•smut• no sleep till brooklyn — yandere! toxic as hell! theodore nott x ftm! reader

prompt #9 of the slytherin boys x reader thingy i made

9) Theodore Nott + smut + angst + No Sleep Till Brooklyn — Beastie Boys

this man istg 😭🥵

reader is trans ftm, reader has afab anatomy

tws: dub-con (ish?), murder, violence, reader has afab anatomy, reader wears a binder, mentions of past misgendering, possessive & obsessive behavior, incredibly manipulative behavior, more plot than smut because the author is an asexual virgin 🫥

2.5k words long, the smut doesn’t start until 1.2k words in 😐

also theo’s pretty fucked up in this soooo- please don’t be in murderous, manipulative, toxic, obsessive, and/or possessive relationships just for the aesthetic. you deserve better than that.

Warning! Smut ahead! MDNI! (you will anyways let’s be honest)

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Based on these lyrics from Beastie Boys’ No Sleep Till Brooklyn:

‘…My job ain't a job, it's a damn good time’ & ‘…Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable/ I do what I do best because I'm willing and able’

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“Theodore! Stop, please!” you fall to your knees in front of him, fresh tears leaving streaks against your otherwise dirt- and ash-smudged face. Your hands clasp together in a pleading manner as you look up at him desperately.

He looks down at you with no emotion. Like your pleas are nothing more than a mild irritation to him.

More appeals for mercy fall from your lips, your words too jumbled together for even yourself to make out. Your two muggleborn friends remain huddled in the corner, clinging to each other in fear.

Finally, Theodore speaks. “Your wand,” his voice emotionless and cold as he holds his hand out expectantly, showing off that vile tattoo as he does so.

You shakily draw your wand from your robes, gently setting it in his hand. As your fingertips brush against his palm, you shiver.

You could swear you feel him shudder too.

With no preamble, he whips around and mutters,

“Avada Kedavra.”

Your friends.

You watch them fall. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion. They crumble, their lifeless bodies hitting the floor with a sickening crack!

He killed them. He killed them. He killed them. Theodore Nott killed your best friends with your wand.

“You motherfucker!” you shriek, lunging at him and tackling him to the ground. He draws in a sharp gasp as you claw furiously at him, practically straddling him as you knot your fingers in his hair to slam his head into the ground.

He groans in pain, dropping his wand while scrabbling for a grip on your frantic wrists. Theodore grunts as he swings a leg over, using the momentum to quickly switch your positions.

He breathes heavily as he hovers over you, his eyes widening and cheeks flushing as he realizes the rather compromising position you both are in. Kneeling between your thighs, your knees pressed against his hips. Both of his hands wrapped around your wrists, pressing them into the floor. You defiantly glaring up at him, nothing but pure burning hatred in your eyes. You writhe under him, scowling and trying to wrench your wrists from his grasp.

“Y/N- Y/N, calm down,” He soothes. “It’s okay, just calm down.”

“Calm down?! You motherfu-”

“Yes, yes, I know. You can curse me out all you want once we get out of here, okay?” He says in a soft tone, moving his hands up to hold both of your wrists in one and free up the other. He cups the side of your face with his free hand, running his thumb along your cheekbone.

You freeze up. “Theo..?”

He smiles down at you with an unnervingly happy grin on his face for someone who had just murdered two people. “I love it when you say my name like that, pretty boy.”

You remain still, completely bewildered and unsure of what to do. He keeps stroking your cheek with a mesmerized look on his face, tracing each of your features like he wants to memorize them.

You tremble slightly, your mind frantically running in circles to make sense of the situation.

Okay. Theodore thinks I’m pretty. That’s good.

Theodore murdered my friends. Bad.

He’s being very sweet and careful. Good.

Murdered my friends. Bad.

“Stop thinking so much, darling,” he mumbles breathily, his thumb trailing down from your cheekbone to your lower lip, dragging it down and watching it spring back up.

“You killed them,” you whisper back, still in disbelief.

Theodore, at least, has the mind to look remorseful. “I’m sorry, precious. But they weren’t a loss.”

“They were my friends! They were my friends and you killed them!”

“Do friends refuse to call you he?” Theo points out scornfully, his face twisting into something much crueler, his thumb rubbing obsessively over a spot at the base of your throat. “I’m your friend, Y/N, sweetheart. You don’t need anyone else, do you?”

Your breath quickens.

He wouldn’t kill me, right?

What would he do if I made him mad?

“I…I guess I don’t.” You say carefully, the phrase walking on eggshells suddenly making a lot more sense as you stare up into his wild eyes.

Suddenly, the crazed look is gone, and Theodore goes back to grinning happily at you as he leans down to peck your forehead.

“See? There’s a good boy. All for me. Mine.”

He leans back up and reaches out for his wand, laying discarded on the floor, and smiles at you once more. You then feel an odd sensation, a bit like what you would imagine squeezing through a tight rubber tube would feel like, and find yourself sprawled out on the freezing, dusty, marble floors of a very rich manor—Theo still on top of you, although now crushing you with his body weight and looking quite a bit out of breath from the exertion of Apparating.

Your chest heaves from the unfamiliar sensation, your head pounding. Theo suddenly scrambles to his feet, leaning down and hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing. Startled and dazed, you stumble at the sudden movement—straight into Theodore’s chest.

He makes a happy sound, wrapping his arms around you tightly and laying his cheek on the top of your head. “Good boy! See? I knew you loved me!”

As much as you hate to admit it, Theo gives a damn good hug.

Merlin, stop it, Y/N! He. Murdered. Your. Friends.

(horny jail, Y/N)

You shiver again, from his touch or from the coolness of the mansion, you aren’t sure.

“Wh-where are we, Theo?” You ask softly, mentally cursing yourself for how small your voice sounds.

“My house,” he responds, eyes closed, a dreamy look on his face. “They’ll never find you here.”

You shiver again.

“Are you cold?” He asks, his eyes opening to look down at you.

You start to reply, but are cut off by Theodore suddenly scooping your legs out from under you and starting to carry you up the grand staircase that dominates the foyer.

You squeak, gripping onto his shoulders in fear. He full on giggles, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“I’m not going to drop you, love.”

He reaches the top of the stairs, entering the first doorway he reaches. It’s a tastefully decorated bedroom, with soft sage walls and lots of tiny things that are just purely Theo.

A pair of dragon-hide boots he got for Yule by the door. A poster for a well-known Quidditch team on the ceiling. A half-finished pack of Camels on the nightstand. The World’s Sluttiest Dad mug Pansy had given him for his birthday last year as a gag gift, now being used as a makeshift ashtray.

Theo carefully deposits you on the center of the large, messy bed as he heads back over to the French doors (fucking rich people) that you’d just entered from, shutting them quietly.

Propping yourself up on one elbow, you watch him return to the bedside like lovesick puppy, toeing off his shoes before clambering onto the bed next to you. He goes back to kneeling over you, his knees on either side of your hips, before gently pushing your elbow out so that you lay back down. He holds himself up by his hands on either side of your head, looking at you for a long moment.

Not moving, just…observing.

He drops down to his forearms, wasting no time in pressing his lips against yours.

You don’t kiss back, frozen underneath him.

Murdered your friends. Bad.

His thumb goes back to sweeping over your cheekbone as his hands cradle your head with the utmost admiration.

Bad. Murdered. Bad. Frien. Bad. Murd. Ba-

You kiss back.

He makes the most delighted sound you’ve ever heard, kissing you with more passion at your reciprocation. He nips at your lower lip, soothing the immediate sting with his tongue.

His hands wander down from the back of your head to your chest, fingers fumbling with the buttons of your uniform shirt. One by one he unbuttons them.

One by one your doubts and guilty thoughts vanish.

When Theodore finally manages to get your shirt open and off, he smooths his hands down the front of your binder. He groans softly into your mouth, his hands running over the flat planes of your chest with utter reverence.

He pulls away from your mouth to lean down and kiss your collarbone, his tongue tracing the along the dip of your throat.

“Pretty boy,” he mumbles again, more to himself than anything. Every motion, every action he makes seems to be fueled by pure devotion to you.

You gasp as he kisses over a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, the fingers you have laced in his hair tugging pleadingly.

“T-Theo-” you beg quietly. What you’re begging for, you’re not quite sure.

He seems to know though. His hands tug at the button of your uniform pants, unzipping them and tugging them down quickly. You pull at his hair again and he moans against your throat.

“Fuck, darling,” he sighs against your skin, tugging down your boxers and gripping at your hips. “So pretty. So gorgeous. All for me.”

“For you,” you agree. “Yours.”

He growls, kissing you again, this time with much more possession behind it. “Mine.”

Your hands slide down from his hair to his shoulders, then to his chest. Reaching for the hem of his t-shirt, you tug it upwards, coaxing him to let go of your hips for just a minute so you can remove the damned thing.

He reluctantly acquiesces, letting go of your body just for a second so he can slip off his shirt and wriggle out of the rest of his clothes, but then his hands are back on you, everywhere. He reattaches your mouths like he’s dying of dehydration and your lips are a damn oasis. You sigh comfortably into his mouth, hesitantly brushing your hand over his chest and admiring his figure.

(Although you’d never admit that’s what you were doing. His ego doesn’t need that.)

While you’re distracted by his abs (sweet Merlin, Theodore Nott has abs), he takes the opportunity to slide one finger inside of you. You squeak in surprise, hips bucking up instinctively.

He laughs softly against your mouth, curling his finger teasingly. You moan desperately, rocking your hips downwards against his hand.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

You can’t help but whimper at his words, nodding quickly—doing anything just so he’ll give you more. He laughs again, adding a second finger and starting to move them at a tantalizingly slow pace. Before long, he’s added his ring finger, reducing you to a pathetic, whimpering mess beneath him.

Suddenly, he removes all of his fingers, making your eyes fly open and a displeased whine leave your throat. He shushes you softly, patting your thigh while he rolls on a condom. (wrap it before you tap it, you funky lil sluts &lt;3)

He chucks the empty wrapper into the void where all of your other clothes disappeared to, climbing on top of you and leaning in close.

“Are you sure you want this, love? Just say the word and I’ll stop.”

“If you stop now, I will castrate you, Nott, I swear to Merlin-”

The rest of your threat is suddenly cut off by Theo lining up against you and slowly pushing in. You dissolve into a puddle of moans, fingers scrabbling at his shoulders and clawing at his back.

“H-holy fuck- you're so big-” you whimper, head falling back against the pillows and eyes squeezing shut. He pauses for a minute, rubbing your side reassuringly.

“That's it, there you go, just breathe for me, sweetheart,” Theo coos, wiping a lone tear from your cheek. After a moment, you let out a shaky breath and nod for him to continue. He slowly presses the rest of the way in, his body trembling with the exertion of staying still so that you can get comfortable.

Theodore swallows thickly, mumbling something under his breath about you being so fucking tight, sweet Salazar.

You nod your assent again and he slowly pulls out before pushing back in, causing both of you to moan loudly. You lean up to kiss him, almost reverently, and grip his shoulders like a lifeline. The muscles in his back and shoulders move under your hands with every thrust of his body, making your cheeks flush because holy fuck that’s hot.

“Faster,” you beg, delighted when he immediately complies. Theodore's hands roam over the fabric of your binder, fingertips creeping under the hem as he groans loudly.

“Ain’t gonna last much longer, love,” he pants into your shoulder, dragging his fingers down from your chest and to the bundle of nerves outside of your body. His fingers circle around it, not bothering to tease you any further, instead just focused on making you cum.

“Shit!” You curse loudly, raking your nails up his back. “Don’t stop!”

His fingers speed up, finally pushing you over the edge. Your body shudders and shakes around him as Theo finishes inside of you with a guttural moan, his arms trembling before giving out and making him collapse on top of you.

You both pant wildly, desperately trying to catch your breaths. Theo groans and slowly pulls out, wincing in sympathy as you whimper. Tying off the condom and tossing it in the general direction of the trashcan (hooray for safe sex!), he rolls over to collapse back down next to you.

You roll over as well, curling into his side and resting your head on his chest. He looks down at you, surprised, but smiles broadly and runs his hands through your hair.

“I’m still pissed at you,” you mumble sleepily into his chest.

“I could make it up to you,” he suggests slyly, trailing one hand down to your hip.

You snatch up the wandering hand, bringing it back up somewhere safe. “Nope. Don't test your luck tonight.”

He sighs overdramatically, nuzzling his face into the top of your head. “You’re so mean to me.”

“Indeed. How do you ever survive being so bullied?”

He pouts. “Maybe you ought to make it up to me, then. Why don’t you give me a kiss, love?”

You roll your eyes fondly, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss against his mouth.

“See? I knew you loved me.”

“If we hadn’t just had sex literally five minutes ago, I’d tell you to go fuck yourself, Nott.”

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first time ever writing smut, can confidently say i’m going to hell now

i’ll send y’all a postcard when i get down there 🫡

if you could tell that i’ve never had sex just from this shitty oneshot, then shush no you can’t

not edited. probably will never be edited. i know myself well enough to know that if i ever read this again, i’ll have a mental breakdown and delete this entire account.

#harry potter #hp #fuck jkr #hp x male reader #x male reader #gay #male reader #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x male reader #theo nott #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott smut #x reader #trans #transgender #trans reader

[whumpasaurus101]

hii! oml i'm like in love with ur writing ajsksemnsns

i was wondering if i could request something? i really wanna see 2 yandere, sadistic, villain whumpers x a hero whumpee ?? maybe a scene where their trying to lure hero in "going home" with them? thank you !! ^^

OHMYGOSH YOU ARE LITERALY THE SWEETEST STOP TYSMMM WAAAA <<33

Okay ik i say this with every piece BUT IMMA BE HONEST i am not happy with this and i am SOOOO sorry if this is not what you were asking of. DONT BE SHY TO BAP ME AND TELL ME IF YOU WNTED SMTHN ELSE HDUIHD BUT HAVE SOME WORDS WOOO (i am also so sorry its so short, it just kinda stopped where it gave the vibes it stopped? YK? HUIDHKHDHH)

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“Leaving so soon?” Villain cooed, their eyes boring into Hero as they froze. 

“They…they won…SuperVillain won..” Hero mumbled, “I’m keeping my end of the deal, I’ll lay off your territory.” Their hand wrapped around their side as the familiar dull ache crawling along their ribs sent electric bolts sparking from pain, “Co-congrats.”

Hero was soon stopped as Villain 2 stepped right in front of them. They jumped, “Whe-when did you get here?”

Villain 2 smirked before cupping Hero’s cheek, brushing their thumb along Hero’s bruised cheekbone, “The least we could do is patch you up, hm?” Hero gulped, wincing slightly from the slight tingle of pain, “I…I just want to go home, I’m really tired,” Hero practically whimpered, jesus they were weak.

Villain 2 pouted, tilting their head gently. “Come home with us,” Villain smirked, “We’ll take care of you, baby-” Hero jumped but relaxed into Villain’s hand as it gently played with their hair, “-No one else will lay a hand on you” They whispered, a fire of jealousy roaring in their chest.

Villain 2 gently moved their thumb, feeling the soft, bloodied skin , “You’re such a pretty little thing…”

Hero’s brain was full of incoherent thoughts layered one on top of each other. They were so confused. Villains were bad, they were bad but… but after getting so hurt, all they wanted was comfort. Without these two Villain’s, they would be going back to their apartment, cook up some food and just go to bed. Alone. Nobody who could just… hold them

They gulped as a tear slowly made its way down their face, “I-I’m sorry-” Their throat felt tight from holding in all this feeling. “I’m sorry I’m so weak-” Villain quickly caught them as they fell, collapsing into sobs. Villain 2 clenched their jaw and glared up at Villain, “I’m going to fucking kill SuperVillain.”

Villain nodded, their fingers carding through Hero’s curls, “Absolutely. But we need to look after our priorities. Once they’re home with us and patched up, SuperVillain’s dead meat.”

They gently turned Hero so they lay on their back against Villain. They tucked a curl behind their ear and smiled, “Don't worry, doll, we’ll protect you. All you need is us. No one else.” Villain reached for their pocket and slid the gun across the ground, nodding at Villain 2 who took it and pocketed it before walking off.

Hero whimpered at the loss of a person but the gentle touch on their chest relaxed them, “Heyheyhey, it's alright, they’ve just gone to the shop quickly, need to get you all strengthened up, you're safe with me, I promise SuperVillain will never hurt you ever again.” They felt something tug at their chest. Hero needed them. The two villain’s are the one and only things Hero ever needed, “Never.”

#THANKIE SMM ANONNNN #AAAA I LOVE ASKSSSSS #hero whumpee #(i have not written that in ages LMFAO) #supervillain whumper #villain caretaker #multiple caretakers #whump aftermath #fluff #kinda? #I THINK I MADE THE VILLAINS TOO SOFT IM SORRY #AM MISSING MY GF AND AM IN UWU HOURS HUIDHDJ #yandere villain #yandere whump #whump #whump drabble #whumpee #whumper #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #lee wrote something :o #asks my beloved

[regularme12]

Supernatural Tickle fic

Summary: Dean, from all these years not seeing his little brother, forgot he was hella ticklish, until one faithful night...

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"Oh my god, Why did I ever think hunting that clown, would be a good thing...?"

Sam and Dean both got back from a fearful hunt, on Sam's part. The little brother found this mystery in a news article, and he acted on it bc he thought that's what their dad would've wanted them to do. After Dean realized what the hunt was about, he made it his mission to tease his brother till they got to the carnival, and hell, even during the investigation he still did it. They got back to their motel, and Sam fell straight on the bed in a Patrick Star pose, with his arms stretched out beside his head, and his legs fell off the bed. Dean, being a good older brother, went to go join him, not to comfort him, to tease him more.

"Wow, Sam. That clown really got to you huh?" Dean laughed, while he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Shove it, Dean." Sam threw a pillow at his face, in which his older brother caught it with ease, laughing even more. "Wow, I'm glad you find this soooo funny, smartass." Sam on the other hand didn't.

"Awww, come on, Sammy, You need to laugh more in your life, you're so tense all the time."

"It's Sam, I'm not a little kid no more. And quit teasing me about my stupid phobia, at least I'm not scared to fly." Sam smirked.

"Hey!" Dean got a little defensive over that, "You can die in a plane crash!"

"And apparently clowns kill, who looks stupid now."

There was a moment of silence until the older brother threw a pillow at his younger brother, surprising him in the midst. "Still you, haha"

"Ack! Dean! Quit your shit."

"Oh noo... Sam... BEHIND YOU!!"

Sam got scared and jumped up looking behind him, "WHAT?!"

"IT'S A CLOWN AND IT CAME TO KILL YOU!! OOGA BOOGA!!!" Dean took this chance and skittered his fingers on the latter's sides.

"Ahhh!! Dehehehean!! Stohohohop!!" Sam fell back squeezing his arms to his sides, kicking and squirming around.

"Wow, Sammy, after two years of not seeing you, you are still so ticklish since u were a kid. You know by now u oughta grow out of that." Dean towered over him pinning his arms down under his knees.

"Stohohohop!!! Dean! Please! You knohohow how muhuhuhuch I hate ihihit when you tihihihickle me!!!"

"I don't think I remember correctly, my mind's all foggy, I mean, after you left me and dad alone so you can go to college. I kinda missed pinning you down like this and tickling the shit out of you." Dean went and tazed both his sides, going up to his neck to tickle there, and moved back down to his sides whenever Sam decided to scrunch up his neck.

"Nahhhhaha, Dean!! Quhuhuhuitttt your shihihit, right fuuhuhucking now! I leheheft for two years! Nohohohot a dehehehcade, dumbass!"

"Wowwww, you're in this situation, and you still made it your mission to be a total smart ass? I think bad boys like you should be punished~." Dean jumped up on to his brother's chest, cuffing his legs around his arms to still immobolize him.

"Ugh, Dean, get your ass out of my fa-AHAHAHACE! NOOO AHAHAHAH STOHOHOP I HAHAHATE THAT I HAHAHAHATE THIS!!!" Dean went to knead at his hip bones, rubbing his thumbs in circles inside the hollow area.

"Oh, that's one thing I can remember. You're insanley ticklish on your hips, but it's not your worst spot. Do you want to help me jog my memory and remind me where it was again?"

"GOHOHO TO HELL!!"

"You do know, if u tell me now, I'll stop this whole ordeal and you can go away scott free, but if u don't... I may not stop for another good hour, Sammy."

"Fuck! Ok, whahahit!!"

"I'm not waiting.." Dean slowly started from his hip bone, and dragged his finger up to his worst spot, "Tell me now... or..."

"DAMN!! Dehehehan please, dohohon't."

"1..." He got closer.

"Dean!"

"2.." He got even closer~

"Wait, Dean! Please!"

"3..." Oh, he was right under it, wriggling his finger.

"FUCK!! DEAN!! STOP!!"

"Wow, you must really like saying my name. Wish it was yours, huh? Well, guess I'll just have to find out myself, bc you're not budging!" Dean started descending down with his finger. Until his lee yelled.

"OK!! FUCKING OK!!! It's my navel you basted!! IT'S MY FUCKING NAVEL, NOW STOP!!"

"Ohhh, you mean this part is your worst spot?" Dean started lightly scratching inside of his belly button.

"AH! DEAN! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T!" Sam kicked his knee so far up as a reflex and kicked his older brother square in the eye.

"OW! FUCK!" Dean, got off him falling to the side on the bed, holding his eye.

"Oh my god! Dean! Are you alright?! Here, I'll go get ice!!" Sam hurriedly got off the bed, and scarmbled to the freezer to get an ice pack, but all he could find was peas, so he used that instead.

"I'm fine, Sam. It's my fault. I should've stopped when you wanted me to. But you use to love tickling, you would beg dad and me to tickle you all the time , haha."

"Dean. I was 5, I'm 22 now, so I don't like that shit no more. I didn't know what was going on at the time, I used to love it, yh, but as I grew older, I hate the feeling now, that's all."

"Woah, all this sentalmental talk, you're not gonna expect me to hug you now, right?"

"No, Dean."

"Alright good."

There was more awkward silence, until Dean started chuckling.

"What's so funny now?!" Sam looked over with annoyance in his eyes

"I remember when I used to pin you down, and Dad started tickling your belly button, and you kicked him so hard in the back he had to go to the hospital and get physical therapy, couldn't walk for at least a good three days, give or take. And you were 13, so imagine how my eye feels right now!! Hahaha."

Sam started remembering that time, and chuckled too by how stupid it was, "Haha, shut up!" He punched his older brother's arm. "And don't forget you're ticklish too, if not, worse."

Dean got chills through his body by looking at Sam's evil smirk, inching towards him. The soon to be lee quickly got off the bed in a state of protests, "Wait, Sam, listen, ok?! I tickled you bc u were tense, I had to lay off some steam, you're finna tickle me for the hell of it, that's so unfair! You wouldn't do something like that to someone who's injured, right? Look at my eye! I may go blind now!"

"Just think of it as some revenge," Sam started chasing Dean around their small ass motel.

"NO SAM!! STOP PLEASE!!!" He put up a good race around the bed with a pea pack on his eye for a good 5 minutes. Sam could've easily tickled him sooner, but he loves the chase. He leaped across the bed, and pinned him down, and started tickling him.

Well, guess they both got what they wanted, right?

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