#not at all what i sat down to draw but ain't that just how it goes

[radiance1]

This au again lawl. Where Danny wears these special sunglasses to hide his eyes that also track down ghosts in his human form.

The Justice League tracks down a summoning for the ghost king, an eons old tyrant of the infinite realms and known to bring war and devastation whenever he is summoned.

The cultists do manage to summon the ghost king, except, not how they wanted. They did indeed summon the king, but Pariah Dark is still trapped in eternal sleep and somehow, just, somehow, they managed to draw the lottery and dragged the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep to the summoning circle.

So there the Justice League were, wondering what to do with the (currently) locked away and sleeping ghost king.

Until Constantine's coat flipped itself open and a boy with glowing white hair and a mist of blue blowing from his mouth.

"Old man." The boy greeted.

"Brat." Constantine said.

"Do you mind explaining why and how this," The boy gestured to the Sarcophagus. "Is here and not in Pariah's Keep?"

"Funny story, that one." Constantine said, only half-jokingly. He then went on to explain that the Justice League came to track down cultists, said cultists somehow managed to drag that here, and now they didn't quite know what to do with it.

The boy stood still for a moment, before taking off his sunglasses to pinch the bridge of his nose and sighed, a large amount of blue flame spilling from his mouth. "Ancients above, why is it every time something notable happens, it's always you?"

Constantine snorted, reaching into his coat for a pack of cigarettes and lighting himself one. "Hypocritical coming from you."

"I know, but still." The boy walked over to the Sarcophagus and sat on it, as if it wasn't the thing currently holding one of the most powerful ghosts in the infinite realms. "You know smoking is bad for you, right?"

"What, you learned that in class?" Constantine snarked, making no move to do anything and causing the boy to sigh again, toxic green eyes looked around the room, falling over each hero present before homing in on Flash. The boy pointed to him. "You. Come here."

"Whatcha want with red?" Constantine asked and the boy simply shrugged his shoulders. "Passing on a message."

The boy blinked once, and if he was surprised that the Flash was already in front of him, then he didn't show it. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a green sticky not, motioned for Flash to bent down and stuck it on his forehead.

Superman was... concerned. There was a heartbeat there, he could hear it, but it was so slow and seemed rather weak, like the boy was near death.

"Alright, now I gotta get old mean and green back to his keep before the Observants get on my case." The boy put back on his sunglasses and got up, waving Flash away and lifting up the Sarcophagus above his head he walked over to Constantine, whose face wrinkled.

"That ain't going to fit." The warlock pointed out and the boy scoffed, probably rolling his eyes behind his glasses. "And you've fit bigger things, just shut up and lift the coat old man."

Constantine did so, and somehow the boy just shoved the entire Sarcophagus inside. The boy was very obviously smug as the blue mist that was blowing from his mouth the entire time petered out. "I'll clean up the mess on my end," The boy said before waving his hand in the Justice League's general direction. "You deal with all that."

"Just get going already, I'm not about to get those sentient eyeballs on my ass."

"Yea, yea. You got enough to deal with as is." The boy then stepped inside Constantine's cloak and as soon as the man let it drop, he disappeared.

Constantine looked around the room, silently assessing the situation as he brought another cigarette to his lips.

He lamented the fact he would have to deal with this sober.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Just so ya know #Danny ain't ghost king or prince #Just normal halfa here #Haha #Where does Constantine's cloak lead? #We may never know. #Just know that Danny can come out and go into it #Because I thought it was funny

[angelltheninth]

hello❤️ can I request a hobie brown x fem! reader soft make out sesh (no nsfw kinda wholesome and cute). not too spicy but reader gives him a hickey. maybe sub hobie pls.

bonus if it’s their first make out session 🥰

I love soft Hobie! And it will be the first make out session, just cause you used the cute emojis.

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, making out, grinding, hickies, sitting on Hobie's lap

Word count: 0.5k

Ao3

A/N: I love cocky Hobie but I like him flustered too.

"Comfortable?" You barely understood Hobie's question as you sat in his lap, his eyes briefly dropping down to see how well you fit there. Or maybe it was to avoid looking at you directly before he felt your lips on his full ones, soft as always, hungry for him in a way you never were before. He responded in kind, a small gasp fleeing from our lips when you felt his cold piercing pressing against your tongue.

The kiss deepened without either of you even noticing, it felt natural to be like this, with his hands tickling up and down your back, drawing noises from you as expertly as he did from his guitar. "You're shaking Hobie." You noted, immediately causing him to drop his hands to your hips, the wonderful sensations vanishing all at once.

As his face grew hotter under your curious gaze so did the tension grow thicker between you two, the need to eliminate this air between you two entirely mixed with equal amounts of anxiety in his chest. You could feel his heart pounding through his shirt, "No I ain't. That's... excitement."

"I know you when you're excited Hobie, it feels very different." You smiled as you ground your hips into his, "Nope. No excitement." But at least you got a hearty laugh out of him.

"Don't know why I'm so nervous. I swear I'm usually much smoother then this. You got my head spinning in every direction babe, so many songs blasting at once you know, its hard to focus on just one." So many feelings, things he wants to do any say to you, how choose one, which order should he go in? Does it even matter? He's made out before, in clubs, in alleyways, with many people too, he shouldn't feel like a nervous wreck now.

You took his hand off your hips, feeling his many rings against your skin before you bashfully put it on your chest. Hobie's mouth and eyes opened wide, "Not what you think, focus." He tried very hard to do so and clear his mind. Focus on... your heartbeat, your heart which beat a million miles an hour under his hand. "I'm nervous too. We can be a nervous mess together."

"Well they say everything always better when you're not doing it alone." He wiggled his eyebrows, a playful smirk now wide on his face. "Can we try this again? I promise you'll be the one shaking after this one." Trying to fake confidante usually came easily to him, this time Hobie was struggling hard, his eyes darting around the room, the posters, your flustered face which surely mirrored his, your lips drawing ever closer. His heartbeat rang loud in his ears before it was drowned out by the sounds of your moans, and his own joining soon after.

What do you do when you don't like a song? You play a better, louder one, and this was certainly preferable to both of you, the pleased each of you made as your lips settled into a rhythm.

#marvel x reader #spiderman atsv x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spider punk x reader #spiderman atsv #spiderman x y/n #hobie brown x y/n #hobie x reader #hobie x you #hobie brown x reader #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown x you #hobie brown #spiderpunk x y/n #spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk x you #atsv x reader #spiderman atsv x you #x female reader

[mewhenimanangel]

everywhere ʚɞ miles morales x reader

pairing: 42!miles morales x reader

synopsis: you got your schedule changed after an altercation. suddenly you’re everywhere in miles’ life.

wc: 2.0k

warnings!: swearing, violence

next ʚɞ

you were sitting in your guidance counselor's office, getting a schedule change. you got into a fight with someone in your third period, so the ultimate decision was changing what class you had then. you changed it from algebra 2 to physics. "girl you're just lucky the bransons aren't gonna press charges against you" your counselor said, typing up something on her computer.

"don't see why they would it was literally that bitch's fault." you mumbled the last part. "hey, watch your language in here!" she scolded you. "ms. bennett knows you're coming to her third period, so go now before you're any later" she said dismissing you.

you walked into the class and a couple heads turned to you. "oh y/n, you could sit..." ms bennett drew out looking around the room. "oh there, there's a seat open next to miles" she pointed to the back of the room and you followed her finger.

there was a boy sitting there, seemingly in the middle of drawing something. his hair was plait back in two braids, purple hoodie over the school uniform, he had dark brown skin and brown eyes staring back at you. he rolled them as he picked up his bookbag that was sitting in the chair next to him.

you walked over to the desk and sat down "hey i'm y/n" you said in a flat tone, if you were gonna be in this period now you might as well talk to someone. "i know, i can hear" he mumbled not even bothering to look at you.

you rolled your eyes at his attitude - so much for trying to talk to someone - and just focused on ms bennett. you knew who he was, you'd seen him around the halls before with his friends. he often got into fights and would butt heads with teachers. though you knew he was smart, he had to be he was in advanced physics after all. and when your school had their annual awards ceremony at the end of the year he would always be on the list.

you glanced at him a few times through the side of your eye, looking down at his doodles on his worksheet. he looked up and noticed you staring "what you want help or something?" he asked in a sour tone. "no, i can do my own work" you rolled your eyes. "then stop staring at my paper" he scoffed.

"whatever. your drawings are nice." you complimented getting back to your work. he didn't say anything he just looked at you before getting back to writing. "so you don't know how to say thank you?" you said not bothering to look at him. "do you ever stop chatting? maldita boca ruidosa"he spat, mumbling the last part. "why'd you even come to this period? heard bout ya fight is that why?" he asked.

you looked over at him and answered  "yeah, it was that dumb bitch melanie's fault anyways don't know why they didn't move her schedule" rolling your eyes.

"i saw the video, you really beat her ass" he blew a quick breath out his nose. "she deserved it" you scoffed. "what happened?" he asked you. "now who's the one that won't stop chatting" making him roll his eyes. "she said something about my mom and ain't shit was funny" you told him, sighing looking back down at your paper. he noticed your mood change and decided not to press any further, getting back to his own work.

the bell rung and you grabbed your bag handing in your paper. miles watched you leave, your friend safiya, waiting by the door. he knew who you were even before ms bennett said your name. he would see you around the halls, you were usually quiet and kept to yourself unless you were with safiya. if you were with her he would always hear you guys laugh, watching as you threw your head back at something she said.

he admired the way you carried yourself, you always looked nice and made yourself look as good as you could in standardized uniform. he had to admit he thought you were pretty - the way your curls framed your face, the little beauty mark you had on your cheek, the shade of lipgloss you wore that complimented your warm brown skin.

when his friends went up to him telling him you got in a fight with some girl, he was a little shocked. he didn't take you as the type to throw hands. in the video you had her pinned to the ground, straddling her waist throwing punches at her face. she was fighting back of course but not any where near hard enough to stop you. when ms bennett and another student ran up to pull you off each other you were yelling a string of curses at the girl, blood pooling by her nose. he figured whatever she said to you must've been bad.

the day continued like normal for you two until seventh period when you had to go to your new math class. "y/n sit right there in front of that desk." your teacher told you. she got to teaching for the next five minutes until the door opened "morales where were you?" she cocked an eyebrow at him. "bathroom. i literally asked 'fore i left" he brushed off heading for his seat. he furrowed his eyebrows seeing you in front of his desk.you shot a playful smile at him that made him roll his eyes.

he sat down and leaned forward to your ear "why are you here?" he whispered. "i switched classes dummy" you turned to the side. "yeah but why you sittin by me again" "i got put here, that's what you get for wanting to play mr loner and sit away from everybody" you smirked. "what-" he was interrupted by the teacher "miles, pay attention and stop chatting" his tsk made you snicker.

the last bell rung and you got up to leave the class, dropping your headphones on your way out. miles was about to leave when he saw them sitting on your chair. he sucked his teeth and shoved them in his pocket, leaving the class.

you and safiya walked down a few blocks to your favorite bodega for an after school snack. "lenny you have any more beef patties?" you asked, leaning on his counter. "you love them ting eh?" he chuckled, ringing you up. "one in the back, i got to restock" he pointed. "i miss you now, they wrong as hell changing your fucking schedule instead of that bitch." safiya groaned, grabbing a bag of chips from the aisle next to you. "dead wrong" you agreed, heating up the patty.

you went back to the counter to pay lenny when you heard the bell ring at the door. "tienes que estar bromeando" miles groaned. seriously why were you all of a sudden everywhere. "aw hey stranger" you smiled at him. "you obsessed with me or something chica?" he asked before going to the counter. "who would be obsessed with you? please" you scoffed, taking a bite of your patty "whatever, lenny you got any more beef patties?" miles asked the man.

"nah sorry bro. she got the last one" he apologized, pointing at the patty you were in the middle of biting. you nervously laughed as miles turned to glare at you. "culo molesto" he mumbled to himself. "aight just get me this" he said putting down a snickers bar and an arizona. he was about to leave with a scowl on his face but you stopped him "look if it's that serious, just take this half" you tore the patty in two. "it ain't that serious" he brushed off. "you obviously want it i can see that damn expression on your face. just take the thing dummy" you rolled your eyes pushing it in front of his face.

he rolled his eyes and this time there wasn't any meanness behind it, you saw his face light up by the tiniest bit. he took it in his hands "thank you." he mumbled. "aw you have manners" you said, you and safiya moving to the door.

"good night lenny!" you and miles called out to him. you shot a glare at each other, before he left and the two of you followed behind. you walked with safiya until you reached her turn "i'll see you tomorrow stink" she called out to you. "bye bebe" you kept walking seeing a familiar head of braids kneeled on the ground tying his shoes.

you decided not to bother him but he heard you coming anyway. he glanced over his shoulder doing a double take when you saw you. "alright are you following me now?" he mumbled.

he was getting really suspicious of your sudden appearance in his life. he was a little worried that it was in relation to him being the prowler but on the other hand something about you was so soft and harmless. "i live up this way, dummy" you rolled your eyes. "i have better things to do than follow you around you know" "whatever, you been everywhere today and it's mad weird" he kept walking. "yeah that's kind of what happens when you share a class" you joked.

he looked at you through the side of his eye as you two walked in sync. "anyways i gotta go this way, i'll see you tomorrow dummy" you said, quickly crossing the street. he watched you walk to your building admiring the way your hips swayed when you walked. he kept walking when he saw you walk up the stairs and enter through the door.

ʚɞ

"baby can you go pick up some groceries?!" your dad called out from the kitchen. you groaned before trudging to your dresser to put on some sweatpants. "thank you baby" he said to you, you ignored him and grabbed the money and the list in his hand before putting on your slides and leaving the apartment.

you didn't hate your dad but when your mom died you grew distant from each other. he just got weird and his temper grew shorter so you just began avoiding him. after every argument you guys had he would just buy you things hoping that would make up for it, and it did. but for the most part, you just wanted your dad back.

you walked down the street keeping your hand in your pocket on the small knife you carried for safety reasons. you went to the grocery store and picked up everything on his list, including a little something you wanted. you checked out everything and made your walk back home.

something was off though, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched. and not just someone looking at you but peering into your soul. you looked over your shoulder to see if someone was following you but nothing just people on the street minding their own business, laughing with friends, and two people arguing. you sped up down the street and didn't relax until you entered your apartment, putting the bags down on the counter and going to wash your hands.

♱

miles jumped over the rooftops making his way back home. he'd just finished up prowler duties and he needed to go clean all this blood off him. something on the ground caught his attention, it was you. what the hell were you doing out so late by yourself, are you insane? he was in a hurry to get home but something compelled him to stay there and watch you.

he followed you on the rooftops, making sure you got home safe. he noticed you looking paranoid and scurrying into your building. he waited for a minute before jumping back to his building, going down the fire escape. he couldn't stop thinking about you that night, even when he was squeezing blood out of his clothes into the bathtub he was still thinking about you.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can i request follower!Narinder x follower!reader who's kind heart person? Like they always want to help other even tho they rude to them,and they forgive them eventually but Narinder cannot handle see​ing his spouse being disrespectful.

I want this to be oneshot angst/fluff pls thank you and have a nice day/night🥰

"How goes...your marriage..?"

"Hmph..hello to you too, sister." Narinder rolled his eyes as he sat by the pond with a bowl of stew, hoping for some peace and quiet.

But of course, ever since his siblings arrived into Lamb's cult and learned that he was betrothed to a mortal..he hasn't known such things.

He could tolerate Heket at the very least, since Kallamar was off flirting with gods-know-who, Leshy was on a missionary, and Shamura was reading their usual books.

"It fairs well. I sometimes find it funny.."

"Hm?"

"Shamura surely couldn't have predicted that I would become wedded to a measly mortal..let alone find myself in my vessel's cult. I was to sacrifice them and all of Lamb's followers. Yet when I ended up here..[y/n] was the first to reach out a hand and help me find my place." The black cat huffed. "When others mocked me..they defended my name day and night despite my past transgressions, willing to lookover the fact I once thought of them as nothing but a pawn in my game."

"You've..gotten soft..brother.." Heket lightly teased, earning her a scowl from him. However, something in the distance caught her eyes, and she tensed. "Go."

"What? Go away, you mean?" He blinked in confusion, taken aback by her command as he sneered. "I open my heart up to you, and you have the nerve to-?!"

"[Y/n]." She simply pointed, and he followed her gaze to the drinkhouse where you were trying to help a drunken follower stand on their own two feet.

While you could normally handle that sort of thing, something about it didn't sit right with Narinder. They were acting rather belligerent, babbling nonsense and causing a barrel to topple over, all while refusing to surrender their empty glass.

Only then he remember you were the bartender for today and were trying to close up shop.

He got up, deciding to let Heket finish his stew, and began walking over. His footsteps were silent as to not draw attention to himself.

He wanted to observe how you'd handle the situation.

"Please, go rest." You gently tried to urge the inebriated follower. "You've had enough."

"Don't touch meeeeeee...I ain't-" A hiccup interrupted them as their face became redder, words so slurred you could hardly understand them. "I ain't gonna..go anywherrre.."

"I'm afraid you must, I'm sorry-"

"Nooooo...I don't wanna be handled by some...idiot who slept with the One Who Waits!"

You froze. "Pardon?"

"Whatdya see in that guy anyway? He haaaates us all..he was..gonna kill us, right? And Lamby, too?" They grumbled, now sounding completely serious and irate. "Why don't you wanna be with Lamby? Or me? Or someone who isn't a monster...do ya hate us, too?"

"No, I don't hate anyone." You tried to reassure them. "But it's rude to speak of Narinder that way."

"But his stupid siblings..they...they hurt us so much because of him!" Tears began filling their eyes, their expression growing angrier. "Why did they have to come? What they did to us...was 'cuz of HIM! EVERYTHING is his fault!!!"

"I hear your pain, my friend. I really do. But Lamb believed-"

"WHAT ABOUT WHAT I BELIEVE?!" They raised their empty glass in a threatening manner, and you flinched, taking your hands off their robe in preparation for an attack.

But before anything could happen-

A black paw grabbed their wrist, claws digging into their flesh. Not enough to draw blood, but just enough to make it hurt and divert their attention to a certain angry feline.

"How irritating.." A trio of red eyes pierced through Narinder's veil as he scowled down at the follower. "I don't know whether you're more annoying now or when you're sober. You may scorn Lamb to your heart's content..but to threaten my spouse is a line you'll regret ever crossing. Now go lie down before I make you."

With a nod and a quiet whimper, they shakily set the glass down on the counter. And the moment he let their wrist go, they took off stumbling all the way to their shelter.

You frowned a little. "Darling, it's my job to lead them to-"

"They'll find their own way. Whatever they break can be fixed in no time." Narinder dismissed as he went to clean off the glass, while you plugged up the beer kegs for the night.

But as he rubbed and twisted the rag, he began thinking about what might've happened had he not intervened when he did..and it only made him angrier.

What if the glass was still full and they decided to spill it?

What if they threw it at your head?

What if they left tiny shards in your flesh and caused blood to pour down your face?

What if-?

*crack*

A sudden sharp pain in his paw pad made him wince slightly, realizing that the cup broke apart, a piece of glass now embedded in his own flesh.

Great.

"Oh no, let me take care of that for you, love."

He perked up at your voice, seeing you pull out a pair of tweezers and a roll of bandages from your robe pocket. "I can do it myself, you know."

"And risk getting more blood on the counter?" You pointed out the red splatters on the oak. "Heavens no."

Narinder chuffed, eventually turning his paw over and allowing you to tend to his injury. "Why do you allow them to speak to you that way? And being drunk is no excuse. They knew damn well what they were saying. They've disproved of our relationship from the start."

"So have plenty of others, including your own siblings, Nari. They'll come around eventually. I have all the faith in them."

"[Y/n]..they almost smashed a glass over your head. And I stopped them from doing so." He growled, frustrated at your lack of outrage. "You are content in letting such disrespect continue without punishment? Without consulting Lamb? If we cannot do anything about it, surely they can."

"I will let it go this one time. But only because I believe they won't do it again. I think they learned their lesson thanks to you." You simply reassured him, before you finished wrapping the gauze around his paw.

With a smile, you brought it up to your lips and kissed it, eyes flickering up to him. "You needn't worry, my darling. I am okay."

"...I'm not worrying about anything." Narinder scoffed, having difficulty hiding the blush beneath his fur. "I simply refuse to tolerate imbeciles who make obscene assumptions about us, thinking there'd be no repercussions."

"Of course, but in any case..thank you for coming to my defense."

"Hm.."

"Now come." You gently tugged him away from the drinkhouse, looping your arm around his. "I believe we have some farming plots to attend to. I promised Lamb I'd work on them in Leshy's steed, but what say...you pick out the seeds you wish to plant this time?"

Narinder's ears perked. "Hah. I thought you were about to tell me to gather fertilizer." He chuckled quietly. "You are too good to me sometimes."

"Well, I figured you could use a break. Come, come!"

And so he followed you to the farming area. While he could sense Heket still staring at him, knowing her grin was smug as ever, he didn't care about what she was thinking--or what anybody in the cult was thinking for that matter.

All that he cared about right now was vegetation would prosper best on this warm spring day.

#clanask #anonymous #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #narinder x reader #cotl narinder #cotl narinder x reader #fluff #angst #angst/fluff

[allmyocsarebritish]

Dressed to kill

Pairing: Angel Dust X Reader

Warnings(?): Angel does reader's makeup, and unintentionally pokes them in the eye, I have no idea how to do makeup, this came to me when I found pink eyeshadow

Also yes, that's my eye lololol

"Please, toots. I'm literally beggin ya!" Angel complained once more, dramatically draping himself over the bed beside where you sat.

"I promise ya'll love it if ya just-"

You cut him off with an exaggerated sigh and roll of your eyes, though the amused smile on your lips evidenced your joking tone.

"Alright fine, I suppose it won't hurt."

"Yes! Don't worry babe, I'll make ya look stunnin'!" He practically leaped off the bed at your response, though his movements were unreasonably agile and smooth as usual.

You exhaled a breathy laugh at Angel's excitement, drawing your knees up to your chest whilst watching him search his dresser. Rummaging through the drawers, he pulled out (ha) various small wash bags. Each was a slightly different shade of pink, and all embroidered with his name in extravagant lettering. Satisfied with his collection of supplies, he retreated back to the bed, dumping them all on top of the duvet.

"Ya ready?" Angel grinned, lower set of hands resting on his hips.

"Go ahead." You smiled,resting back against the plush headboard. Angel hovered over you, a knee on either side of your legs. Your face flushed at the sudden proximity, which he immediately picked up on.

"What's wrong baby? A bit too close?~" Angel's words were genuine, though he spoke with a massively flirty tone which drew even more heat to your cheeks.

"N-not at all." Despite the fact you *tried* to match his demeanor, you stuttered over your words and just appeared a flustered mess. Angel chuckled and leant back slightly, allowing you space to breathe as he dug through his eyeshadows.

"I'd start by givin' ya some blush but I really don't think ya need it!" He teased before retrieving a small, silver palette.

"Wait, Ange, hold on, aren't you supposed to start with concealer?" You wondered aloud, mildly confused.

"I suppose ya could, but ya really don't need it, babe" he responded, frowning ever so slightly. "Perfect just the way ya are."

You smiled and thanked him for his sweet compliment, to which he leant down and pecked your nose. Still cupping your cheeks with one set of hands, he opened the palette with another, dusting the pigment onto a brush.

"Close ya eyes for me?" He requested, to which you obliged. The brush was soft against your skin, and Angel's strokes were gentle yet deliberate. You could feel his warm breath fan across your cheeks as he exhaled, deep in concentration. You smiled at the thought of his focused face, wishing that you could open your eyes and see him. It was at that moment that you realised you had no idea what you were going to look like. Of course you trusted Angel almost entirely, but even still you wouldn't put it past him to make you look ridiculous.

"What colour are you doing?" You asked to which he laughed mischievously.

"Wait and see." His response raised your suspicions even further, though you couldn't help but smile at Angel's antics. Your wait wasn't long, however, as a few moments later he leant back, making you immediately miss the contact and warmth brought by your proximity to the spider.

"Open!" Angel's excitement was barely concealed in his tone, and a mirror was thrust into your hand as soon as your eyes adjusted to the bright light of the room after being closed for so long. Your concerns were proven unnecessary by the clean and glittery pink and black eyeshadow adorning your eyelid, perfectly complimenting the colour of your iris.

"Okay, you were right, I do love it." You admitted defeat, wondering why you were skeptical.

"Ya seem surprised. Ain't got no faith in me?" Angel dramatically rested a hand on his chest in mock offence, to which you playfully rolled your eyes.

"No, never." You deadpanned. He scoffed before reaching for an eyeliner pencil.

"Look up." Angel advised, gently pressing down on your cheek to expose your waterline.

Unfortunately the pencil slipped.

"Ow!" You winced, jerking away and squinting your eye closed.

"Fuck, sorry." Angel grimaced as you rubbed it to relieve the stinging from being poked. "Would ya like ta do the other one yourself?" He offered, to which you nodded, trying to surpress a laugh. Balancing the mirror on your knee, you put on the eyeliner yourself, making a point of the lack of casualty.

"I said I'm sorry, what more do ya want from me?"

You shook your head and put down the eyeliner and Angel took his place back on top of you. You rested your hands on his hips for balance.

"So, what's next, love?" You asked, watching as he considered.

"False eyelashes or mascara?"

"Which is less likely to make me lose my eyes?" You teased, yet more reference to the fact he poked you. Angel scoffed and rolled his eyes, reaching for an eyelash curler.

"Uh, no, no, no. There is no way in hell I'm letting you near my eyes with that!"

"Fine, fine!!" He held up all four hands in surrender and dropping it on a cushion.

The next challenge presented itself in the form of Angel trying to put the mascara on you.

"Hold still!"

"No!"

"Toots I swear I won't poke ya in the eye again." He promised, and, though you had your doubts, you sat obediently, allowing him to coat your lashes.

"See! What'd I tell ya?!" He leant back again, proud smile on his lips as he admired his work.

"Ya look stunning, babe." He told you, closing the distance between the two of you. "Just one final touch and then we're done!"

Unscrewing the lid of a lip gloss tube, he made as though he were going to put it on you, before turning at the last second and putting it on himself, looking away. You raised an eyebrow and shook your head, smirk brightening your features.

"Oh ya wanted some?" Angel feigned innocence, dramatically looking into the plastic tube. "That's a shame, there's none left! Guess ya'd better come here then!"

You rolled your eyes and grabbed Angel's small lapels, pulling him into you and kissing him, feeling the product transfer.

"Gee, thanks babe!" You replied, continuing to act like there wasn't multiple full tubes on the bed surrounding you both.

"Ya look amazing, Y/N."

"Thanks Angie, you're so good at makeup. Well, apart from eyeliner." He rolled his eyes at you before leaning in again.

"I told ya! I'm sorry"

"I might have to ask Charlie to schedule a lesson on how not to poke someone in the eye." You teased, dragging out the joke.

"Of course ya will." He rolled his eyes again.

"I do forgive you though. And thank you, for doing it for me" You wrapped your arms around him and drew him in for a tight hug.

"Any time."

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[doumadono]

GRATULACJE Z OKAZJI 3K, ZASŁUŻYŁAŚ

I'd love to request: comforting you when you’re anxious with Bakugo and f reader, blurb nor headcanons, whatever you find more accurate

An explosive shoulder to lean on - Bakugo x Reader

Synopsis: in times of anxiety, Bakugo extends his unique form of comfort to soothe your worries A/N: thank you so much, my dear friend! Your support is truly priceless. I hope you'll delight in this brief blurb I've crafted ♥

MASTERLIST

One gloomy afternoon, as rain tapped against the windows, you found yourself hunched over your desk in a class, anxiety gnawing at your insides. The weight of upcoming exams and the pressure to excel in a world of heroes was suffocating. Your fingers tapped nervously on your textbook as you tried to focus on the material before you, silent tears streaming down your cheeks.

Suddenly, the door to the classroom swung open with a bang, and Bakugo stormed in, his expression a mix of irritation and frustration. Katsuki had to make a swift return to the school when he realized he had left his phone behind in the classroom. He had a fierce scowl on his face, the telltale sign that something was amiss. His crimson eyes narrowed as they scanned the room, and it was then that he spotted you, sitting at your desk with tear-streaked cheeks.

Bakugo's initial instinct was to scoff, to retreat from the unexpected vulnerability he had stumbled upon. But something held him back, a small flicker of empathy buried beneath his layers of brashness. He cleared his throat, drawing your attention, and his voice, surprisingly gentle, cut through the silence. "What the hell are you doing here, crying like an idiot?"

Panic surged through you, but his gaze held a peculiar softness that contradicted his words. He looked uncomfortable, as if grappling with an unfamiliar emotion. It was a side of him you had rarely seen.

Swallowing hard, you struggled to find your voice. "I-I'm just… having a tough time, I guess."

He snorted, his arms crossed over his chest. "Tch. That's no excuse to blubber like a damn baby."

For a moment, his harshness threatened to push you further into your shell. But then, to your surprise, he pulled out a chair and sat down next to you, his movements awkward and uncharacteristically unsure.

"Look," he began, his voice gruff but with an underlying gentleness. "I ain't good at this kind of crap, but if you're gonna sit here being all mopey, you might as well tell me what's eating at you."

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. But the way he had defied his own nature to sit beside you, to offer even the slightest semblance of comfort, gave you the courage to open up. "I'm just… overwhelmed, Katsuki… It feels like I can never catch up, like no matter how hard I try, I'm always falling short. I'm scared of failing, of disappointing everyone – including myself."

"Listen, idiot," he grumbled, his words surprisingly gentle. "I get it. We're all dealing with our own crap, and sometimes it feels like the weight of the world is gonna crush us. But the only way to deal with it is to keep pushing forward, to keep fighting. So, stop crying and start kicking that anxiety's ass."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his blunt, yet oddly inspiring, pep talk. Bakugo was offering comfort in his own unique way, a blend of tough love and unwavering support. It wasn't a traditional display of kindness, but it was genuine and heartfelt in its own right.

The tears that had threatened to consume you began to recede, replaced by a newfound determination. With Bakugo by your side, even if he was more likely to explode than offer a hug, you felt a renewed sense of strength. You wiped your eyes, managing a small smile.

"Thanks, Kacchan. I needed that."

He grunted, his cheeks tinted with a faint blush that he tried to hide. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't make it a habit, got it?"

With that, he stood up abruptly, as if eager to escape the vulnerable moment he had created. But as he walked away, you couldn't help but feel a warm glow of gratitude. Katsuki Bakugo, the explosive hero-in-training, had shown you a side of himself that few ever witnessed – a side that, despite his rough edges, was capable of providing comfort in its own uniquely fiery way.

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[day-drawn-blog]

Epilogue II :

Moonlight burning the flower

Hold tight, don't fight the power -

'The Power'

Pairing: Astarion x Reader. This is set in Act I.

Tags: angst ... leading into some smut.

Part I : The outer layer. Mostly angst and jealousy.

Part II : Where you try to find meaning or draw boundaries.

Part III : maybe tonight I'll rest in peace.

Part IV : There is more to do and I still want to live.

Part V : our futures bound, our bodies known.

Part VI: These ain't my sins. I broke my chains.

Part VII: You are not mine and am I truly yours.

Part VIII : Your blood like wine, invites me in.

Part IX : I welcome my sentence, to give you my penance

Part X : I can't go yet...don't let me die

Epilogue I : Leave the flames and take a chance with me

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You woke up. You recognized your tent. What happened? Is it morning? No, it was still dark outside. Oh that's right... you drank a lot, and passed out. There was a party, yes, that's right. Astarion broke your heart again. You felt disappointed. You had wanted someone to take you back to their tent. But you were in yours instead. So who had carried you in here?

And then you realized, that there was someone there...with you.

You recognized the familiar silhouette. His chest showing through his clothes, just like this morning. Wait, did you have your clothes on? What had happened while you were asleep? Yes, you had your pants on, and your underwear. Where was your shirt? That's right - you were hot and sometime after you were carried in, you had taken it off.

Was he the one who carried you in?

You looked at him. Your stirrings woke him up, and he looked at you with sleepy eyes. "Ah, you are awake, darling... I've been waiting". Honeyed words were not going to pull you in anymore. You sat up, resolved and looked away from him. "Why are you here?" You asked. He propped himself up as well. "Because ... you are such a handful". He smirked.

"Why are you not with her?" You asked point blank.

You were done beating around the bush. "Who"? He seemed confused. You could feel your pulse rising, anger. "Shadowheart." You sharply clarified. "Ha!" He laughed out loud, his usual cheerful self. "Why should I be with her?" "I saw you talking" you replied, not even trying to hide your resentment and jealousy. "I was apologizing to her...you know... about the whole... blood drinking secret situation" he replied, waving his hands about, looking guilty.

"You must really want her to forgive you." You said, bitterly.

"Well, that would be nice, yes, we are all allies after all. We need to journey together, I need to know I don't have an enemy in camp". He said, pragmatically, sitting up. It all made sense to you, but you refused to believe such a simple explanation. "And ... did she?" "I think so." The answer somehow made you unhappy. You were still hurt, it felt unfair.

"So ... you are here because she threw you away..."

You said, knowing full well, how much that would hurt. You could feel his eyes on you. You dared not look back at him. He was quiet. Even though you had wanted to hurt him you regretted saying that. "I was only with her, because I couldn't refuse her." He said, his voice low, serious. "I was never hers to throw away." "But you want her to want you, isn't it?". You were not done. That question was met with silence, and you dreaded to hear his response to that. He said something unexpected.

"Do you ...want me to want her?"

Taken aback, but you wouldn't back down. You wanted to prove, that you were unaffected, not jealous, that you were above it all. Too proud to admit, that you loved him, that you wanted to be his, and him to be yours.

"Yes. I do. I do want you to want her".

You lied, in anger. You stood up and walked away from him. "I want you to go to her, and beg for her forgiveness, and be with her every night. Make love to her till dawn, again and again, till she is done with you." You stopped to breathe. "Oh ... don't worry, I will still protect you.... I gave you my word after all, didn't I." You smirked, bitterly. You were near the door, looking for your shirt to wear and head out.

You did not want to stay in his presence a minute longer.

He said nothing at first, then he stood up and came up to you, and held your left wrist before you could wear your shirt. You tried wresting free but he wouldn't let go, not until you had heard what he had to say. You looked away, "I can want her, if you want me to." He growled. "I have done my master's bidding countless times before. Lured victims in for him. And I can give my body to do your bidding". He paused "but it will not be of my own free will." His grasp on your wrist tightened.

"I will fuck her or let her fuck me, if that is what you want".

"Every night, if you want me to..." He stepped closer to you. "Would you like that? Would that make you happy? Because you see... I would rather... fuck... you." He held your face in his hands. Clearly having seen through your facade. "I can go to her, if you ask me to, but I will always come find you ....of my own ...free will" His face was very very close to yours. "you taste ...simply delectable."

He came even close to you now, breathing you in.

"Here is a secret I've heard my master say. Sensient beings, can taste positively divine... when you indulge in... carnal pleasures". "Sadly, Cazador never let us drink from any of our victims before.... so I never had ...someone, of mine own." He looked at you, pouting, teasing. "You.... were more and more delicious... with every bite I took of you. But when I bit you... here" he touched between your breasts, "I almost lost my mind. And now... all I can think about... is how you will...taste... when I take you over the edge... till you lose yourself, in me... and scream my name from your lips....darling... I can't wait..."

He almost ripped off your bodice, unceremoniously.

Then he lifted you up, and took you back to your bed before you could protest. "Push me away anytime, my love". Then dropped down to kiss you. Kissed your breasts, the side of your breasts. And trailed kisses down your stomach. Then he unbuttoned your trousers, and with one glance at you, took them off you. Your legs on his shoulders, he kissed your thighs, lower and lower...

You braced yourself for what was to happen next.

Clutching the bedding around you, you inhaled sharply as you felt him tear your underwear off of you. He licked and kissed you down there. You loved every second of it, and did not hold yourself back. Your legs wrapped around him, he made eye contact and placed a hand on your stomach. His tongue felt electrifying. Finding your folds and you could feel wetness soak the blanket underneath.

You lay there naked, admiring his chiseled body. You knew where this was headed and you knew he would not stop unless you stopped him.

You would not stop him.

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Might finish the smut, some important dialogue too.

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Home run

Pairing: Merle Dixon x female reader

Era: Atlanta camp (season 1)

Word count: 1,4k

Warnings: explicit sexual content

Summary: Kinda part 2 for Sleepover in the apocalypse; you’re staying overnight with Merle again but this time things go further

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You were staying overnight in Merle’s tent once again, after a day full of flirting. It had started with smiles and kind words, slowly turning more into sexually charged comments and touches that you happily accepted. The whole time you had known Merle, there had been something in him that you were attracted to. And the whole time he had been flirting with you. Only this time something felt different. He wasn’t playing around anymore. He was serious.

It had been a warm day, even in the evening the temperature stayed at a comfortable level, and you had been sitting alone on a log by the already dead fire when Merle came to you wondering why you were there alone. You had shrugged your shoulders and said you were just hanging out, nothing special. So Merle had sat next to you and entertained you, until finally asking if you wanted to stay the night with him. And you had said yes.

Now, Merle was sitting on his opened sleeping bag and you were leaning against him in a half-sitting position. His warm hands wandered over your body, from your cheeks to your neck, shoulders, arms, down your sides to your hips and thighs and back again. He was making all kinds of dirty comments, of course, but truth to be told, you had never believed he could be so gentle, that his touch could feel so great. It was so… intimate, him slowly exploring your body, taking his time with it too. Your eyes fell shut and sighed softly as he slipped one of his hands under your shirt.

“Feels good, don’t it”, Merle murmured when his hand found its way up to your breasts under the fabric and lightly squeezed one of them.

“Uh-huh”, you mumbled, shifting a bit in his arms. You really were enjoying it.

Merle grinned, his hand moving to your other breast. He swirled his fingers over your hardened nipple, drawing a gasp from you. You had to squeeze your thighs together as your arousal grew by every little touch he had to offer.

“Yer gettin’ all hot already, ain't’ ya?” He teased, only to get confirmation when you shifted in his arms again, a small moan escaping your lips.

“Maybe I should give ya bit more then.” 

With that, Merle’s other hand slowly slid over your lower belly and cupped your sex while his lips found yours, catching them in a tender kiss. You moaned against his lips when he started rubbing you over your panties. It felt so, so good, those skilled fingers of his doing everything just right. After a while Merle slipped his hand in your panties, his fingers quickly finding your clit and starting to circle it. The stimulation got pleasure spreading through your body, and you couldn’t help but squirm under his touch.

“So wet…”, he whispered when sliding his fingers over your entrance, his voice low and raspy in a way that made you even more horny. This man really knew what he was doing, making you wish you’d got yourself into this situation earlier. 

Through your own horniness you could feel him getting hard, his length pressing against your back. The mere thought of it got you wild.

“Merle”, you moaned, unable to hold back anymore.

“Yeah?”

“I want you.”

“Whoa, are ya askin’ me to fuck ya?” Merle chuckled, a partly surprised and partly smug tone in his voice. You had seemed so shy and innocent, he hadn’t expected you to want to go all the way.

“Uh-huh, please!”

“Alright then”, he grinned, shooed you off his lap to get out of his clothes and dug a condom out of his trousers’ pocket. After noticing your surprised expression, he continued in an amused tone: "Ya think I'm totally reckless? Nuh-huh, ol' Merle knows how to handle this shit."

You giggled, feeling happy over this little detail he wasn’t gonna ignore even now when the world had gone all to hell.

“Lay down, girlie”, Merle smirked, nodding at his sleeping bag while rolling the condom over his hard cock. 

You did as he said though you had trouble taking your eyes off his equipment, and in no time he followed you. Merle helped you to get rid of your shorts and panties and then, having you in front of him with your legs spread and your swollen pussy exposed, he couldn’t help but give it a few slow strokes before guiding his cock to your entrance. The sensation of it teasing you, softly pressing against your core without entering just yet got you all excited. Finally, finally, you were about to get what you had been hoping for. You visibly tensed up and bit your lip, anticipation tingling in your body. Despite trying not to, you couldn't help but slightly rock your hips against the tip of his cock that was so cruelly teasing you.

“Merle, please”, you whimpered, being way too horny to wait any longer.

“Easy now”, Merle soothed you with a smirk on his face and leaned over you to give you a kiss. While his tongue played with yours, he thrusted in. You whined in his mouth, your nails digging into the skin of his arms. The sensation almost got you seeing stars, which you hadn’t expected.

“Ya alright?” Merle asked, pulling back from the kiss.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine”, you breathed.

“Good”, came his reply, and with that, he started to move slowly, almost lazily. He was in no rush, wanting to enjoy the feeling of you around him, how wet and warm you were. You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on how his body felt on top of you and his cock inside you. It felt great to be so… full, his cock massaging your walls ever so slowly. As your pleasure increased, you started to thrust back, trying to get more stimulation.

"Ya want me to go faster?" Merle asked amusedly, and did just that when you mumbled affirmatively. The quickened pace made you moan out loud and quickly press your hand to your mouth, trying to suppress the sound. But Merle had a different take on that, grabbing your wrist and gently pressing your hand against the sleeping bag.

"I wanna hear ya, girlie", he playfully scolded.

His words caused another wave of pleasure to rush through your body and you couldn't help but smirk. 

"Oh, ya like it when I talk dirty? Ya naughty girl…" 

You could feel your cheeks burning hotter than they probably ever had, and looked away from Merle. For some reason you were ashamed of how much you actually liked it.

“Don’t get all shy now, it’s alright”, he soothed with an amused tone in his voice, giving you a little kiss.

You relaxed a bit, and in no time your embarrassment was gone. Soon enough it got replaced with sweet tension growing between your legs, indicating a closing orgasm. Your breathing became heavier as each thrust brought you closer to the edge. Merle didn't miss it, of course, and to tease you a bit more he slowed down, once again thrusting lazily in and out of you. You arched your back with your eyes tightly shut, enjoying the ever so slowly closing relief.

“Merle”, you tried, but he interrupted you.

“I know yer close”, he murmured. “Just come for me.”

That's all it took for the pressure to erupt, your pussy throbbing in the grip of a blissful orgasm and a warm wave of pleasure rushing through your body. You moaned, pressing your face against Merle’s neck, trembling beneath him. Your throbbing pussy made Merle come as well, and he fucked through the orgasms of both of you. Then he pulled out of you, leaving your pussy tender after him. 

“Christ, that was good”, he commented breathlessly. 

You giggled shortly, but unlike Merle, you started to feel uncomfortable being naked in a damn tent in the middle of nowhere and quickly got dressed. Merle just laughed at it, but followed your example. 

That night Merle held you close, his hand slowly tracing up and down your back. There was nothing outside but the usual nightly sounds of nature, not a single walker nearby. You simply hated the nights in this new world, but it felt safe to be by Merle's side. It didn't take long before you fell asleep there, your head resting on his shoulder and arm wrapped around him. And you were right about safety. Next to his sleeping bag, Merle's knife was within easy reach. He wasn't gonna let anyone, or anything, bother you.

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[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| 25. Sex Pollen ||

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Matt Murdock x Frank Castle X female reader

Warnings: male masturbation, p in v, oral (male receiving, female receiving, and m/m), creampie, cum eating.

Author's note: this is just ridiculous 🤣 dedicated to @idrinkcoffeeandobsess thank you for the idea!

You're pulled into the back of Frank's van by the scruff of your jacket, clouds of reddish smoke swirling around you. "What the hell was that? Tear gas or something? Shit, eugh it tastes awful!"

Frank has his hands wrapped around your arms, looking you up and down. "Definitely not tear gas. You'd fuckin' know if it was. You alright though?"

You cough again and nod, "I'm fine, just need some water, or maybe something stronger at this rate. Did you see where they went?"

Frank shakes his head. "Couldn't see fuckin' shit out there. Red? You okay? You look like shit man."

Matt's curled up against the inside of the van, head tilted down between his knees. His hair is all ruffled and sweaty from his mask and you notice his breathing is shallow and fast.

"Matt?" You reach to touch his arm and get knocked back away from him as he scrabbles to get away from you.

He steadies himself in the corner. "Shit, I'm sorry! Please just don't, please don't touch me… I need to, need to get home."

You move back as Frank crawls into the front cab behind the wheel and starts it up.

"Okay, we're on our way. It's alright." You clear your throat again, suddenly feeling warm.

"D'you think it was some kind of pepper spray? I mean, it's not painful but I feel really hot, do you guys feel that too?"

Frank pulls at his collar. "Yeah, a bit. Figured it was just all the runnin' from those fucks."

Matt's pulling off his gloves like they're burning him. His forehead is beaded with sweat and he's shifting about uncomfortably, clawing at his suit. "Hurry up Frank, I can't stand it in here."

The three of you enter Matt's apartment via the fire escape and the roof so you don't draw any unwanted attention from the neighbours. Leather, kevlar and blood aren't the most subtle of fashions. Matt hurries awkwardly down the stairs and into his bedroom, almost ripping the door off its rollers.

You and Frank gulp down some water and you pull off your jacket before you sit on the couch. It was so fucking hot.

“No! Y-you both need to leave. Now.”

"D’ya think I should go check on him?” You start to rise but then you hear Matt’s voice, unsure and apprehensive in its tone.

“Matt, what’s wrong, did you get hit?” You pull open the door of the bedroom a little way. There’s a trail of his clothing strewn on the floor leading to the bed where he’s sat in his boxers on the opposite side facing away from you. He’s still breathing hard, his arm is trembling but you can’t see why.

“Matt, what are you-”

“Fuck! I told you to go- you can’t be here, your scent is too fucking strong, the stuff we were hit with- it’s- oh god…”

You watch open mouthed, suddenly feeling extremely heated as he leans back on the bed, and you can see his hand fisting over his cock rapidly. The dampness between your thighs suddenly increases tenfold and Matt chokes out a moan as he locks on to your scent.

“Oh…”

“Great. Fucking great.” You hear the grumble from behind you. “Been hit by a fuckin’ sex grenade.” Frank announces.

You turn towards him, suddenly very aware of just how good he smells up close, but you can't believe what the words that are coming out of his mouth. “A WHAT?! What the fuck are you actually serious? What the hell is going on?”

Matt's voice turns low. "I told you… get out, I'll- I'm gonna deal with this. Fuck! Just go!"

“Sorry Red, no-ones goin' anywhere right now. Gotta fuck it out of our system, it’s the only way. Doin' it on yer own ain't gonna work, believe me.” He starts pulling his sweat-damp shirt off over his head.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me? I don’t even… is this a real thing?" You can't believe what you're seeing, or feeling, as both Matt and Frank are looking so very delicious to you right now that your underwear is drenched to a ridiculous degree.

"Shit. How do- how the fuck do we do this?"

Frank comes up closer behind you. "Guess you're past the point of embarrassment now sweetheart, huh?" he says, helping you with your vest that you had already started peeling off.

You turn around to face him, his eyes are deep black pools that you want to dive into. And those fucking lips have no right being anywhere else but on your pussy right now.

"You've been through this before?!" you ask him, still slightly incredulous as you feel his heated gaze.

He nods, the fingers of his incredibly large hands ghosting down the side of your neck and you can't stop yourself from leaning into his touch.

"Yeah," he swallows, his eyes roving over every bit of you with a deep hunger. "The effects can only be counteracted by a different source of DNA. You can't get yourself off, has to be someone else…"

Your realise your hands are sliding down his chest, bumping over his ridged abs and vee-line towards the waistband of his black jeans, but Frank stops you with a seemingly herculean effort.

"Nah, not yet. Take care of him first," he nods at Matt who is panting heavily and whining. "he's gonna be feelin' it worst of all."

You strip off your pants, boots and underwear, crawling across the bed towards Matt. He reaches for you desperately, pulling you over him, immediately grinding against himself against your core.

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I can't stop… please, please will you… fuck you smell so fucking good-"

"I- I, I'm on birth control but do you have any-"

Frank grunts, stalking towards the bed with an extremely obvious bulge in his pants.

"Won't work sweetheart, DNA remember? Gotta be au naturel."

You nod slowly. "Fuck… okay, okay…"

"I'm clean, I'm- oh god-" Matt's quick reassurance is enough to have you taking his angry looking cock in your hand and slowly sinking down on him. His hands jump to grip onto your hips, he's practically vibrating under you, holding himself back, waiting for your permission.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry-"

"Matt," you hush him, even though you're similarly overwhelmed by the intense sensation. "you don't need to apologise, it's okay, none of this is our fault. Let me help you."

He fills you so deliciously, throbbing inside you. When you slowly start to move he groans, digging his fingers into your flesh as the fog begins to clear and he can see you laying out a path to his release.

The hot desperate itch you're feeling is being scratched so fucking good you can't help moaning aloud, your head snapping up as Frank's hand comes to the side of your face, his other palming his cock through his pants. You paw at his belt, looking up at him with wide eyes as he starts to unbuckle it, watching you ride the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Matt's hand curls around the back of your neck, pulling you down to press against his body, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"Y'feel amazing," he murmurs, relaxed now, his hips now undulating up to meet yours in increasingly powerful thrusts.

Frank moves onto the bed above Matt, knees either side of his head. His fingers stroking gently down your spine gets your attention, his cock bobs inches away from your mouth, dripping precum. Your mouth drops open almost automatically and he groans deep as you move forward, swirling your tongue around his glistening tip before you take hold of his shaft and wrap your lips around him.

"Holy fucking shit." Frank's eyes start to close as the hot wet feel of your mouth is everything he's been needing since the street. He snaps them open again as he can't not watch. Your tongue teases around the head of his aching cock while you're still fucking yourself on Red, the whole scene makes him twitch and leak. You moan as you take him deeper into your mouth, stroking what you can't fit in, and he feels it right through him. Matt guides your hips so you don't have to think, too wrapped up in the tight, velvety heat of you to worry about Frank being so close, his musky scent filling his head.

You whimper as Matt picks up his pace, fucking you hard and fast, chasing his end. You feel his rough fingertips graze over your swollen bud and you groan around Frank's cock. He starts moving his hips, fucking your face and somehow it's all you need.

"Fuck baby, if I'm honest, I didn't need to be hit by that stuff to want this from you."

You pull your lips off him for a second to reply, "neither did I."

"How about you, altar boy?" Frank grills.

Matt feels up your tits as he continues to rut into you. "I want you… both." he confesses, gaining enough clarity to bring his thumb to rub over your clit as he fucks you so hard and fast you can't respond, so hard that-

"Fuck, fuck I'm gonna cum."

Matt groans in relief, hips stuttering wildly as you can almost feel him painting the inside of you as you reach your orgasm simultaneously.

He winces slightly as you climb off and pull Frank down onto the bed.

"Yeah..." He's staring, watching the cum drip down your inner thigh and can't hold back any longer, hauling you up to sit with your legs either side of his head so he can lick it up.

"Oh… oh shit," you moan as he works his mouth over you, fucking you with his tongue. Frank echoes your sentiments with a deep groan feeling him jerk under you as Matt climbs over him taking his thick cock into his mouth to suck.

Frank's got no qualms now, taking whatever you and the devil want to give him. And whatever magic Matt works with his lips, tongue and hands is translated right through from Frank's mouth to your pussy, and you're high as a kite on it. The three of you are a writhing mess of unbridled lust, easily working each other closer to purging the effects of the sex pollen.

And after it's worn off?

You don't think any of you could stop if you tried.

#kinkwasthereaminuteago #matt murdock x frank castle x reader #matt murdock x female reader #frank castle x female reader #daredevil x female reader #the punisher x female reader #daredevil smut #the punisher smut

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Bit || One Shot

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring all my work here slowly!

A/N// This was the first one shot I ever posted here! This was the story that started everything lol

Summary: You were bitten before he found you.

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: sad, death, profanity

        The sounds of the forest lulled you in and out of sleep. Sun rays rained down through the leaves. A lovely sight when you could manage to open your eyes. Your back against a tree, sweat beading over your forehead, you winced in pain. Your whole body ached. Down to your very bones, pain was present. The fever was raging, boiling you from within. You scolded yourself internally. How could you let it come to this?

        You recalled the chain of events that led you here. You knew you were taking a risk when you tried to loot that old store, but you had no idea just how bad it could get. The coast was clear when you went in, but somehow there were tens of them when you came back out. You ran as fast as you could but there were just so many. Eventually you slowed down, got tired, but they didn't. They never did. They were mindless killing machines. Exhaustion meant nothing to them.

        They caught up with you. You fought. You fought hard, but they won. They always did. This time, you were just the unlucky loser. You got bit, but you took it down. The adrenaline and fear from the bite kicked you back into gear. You ran again, and didn't stop until the fever debilitated you. Damn, was it fast. A single bite, and your life was over. What a sick joke.

        You thought you heard footsteps in the distance but you made no effort to investigate. You were already gone. It was probably a straggler, coming to finish you off, or a person strolling by that might show you some mercy and put a bullet in your skull. No, not a bullet. They wouldn't draw that much attention to themselves. Maybe a quick knife through the base of your skull, that would work nicely.

        A crunch snapped your eyes open, and a pair of long, grungy gray jeans stood before you. You followed the pants up to a shirt, then up to a face. It was hard to make out with the bright sun behind it.

        "Ya bit?" A gruff voice asked. It was weird how it sounded like you were under water, or like they were a mile away. You held your arm up, displaying the wound. You dared not look, but the smell told you all you needed to know. It was bad. "'M sorry." They grunted sympathetically, turning and walking away.

        "Wait." You croaked. They stopped. "Don't let me die alone." You begged.

        The person stood for a moment, back turned to you, seemingly considering your request. After a few moments they turned back and sat down against a tree right across from you. Down at your level you could make out the stranger as a handsome archer with his crossbow sat right beside him. His knees were up with his hands rested on top of them as he eyed you curiously, a hint of sadness in those narrowed eyes.

        "What's your name?" You asked.

        "Daryl." He said.

        "(Y/N)." You told him, coughing a little.

        "How'd ya get bit?"

        "Looting a store. There was too many."

        "'M  sorry." He repeated.

        "Yeah, me too." You chuckled, humorlessly. You groaned at a random ache. "You know, my dad always told me pain lets you know you're still alive. I don't feel so alive right now."

        "My brother always said the same thing." He confessed. "How long ago ya get bit?"

        "Don't know. Fever's getting bad though. I'll be out of your hair soon."

        "Ain't botherin'  me. Got nothin' better to do." He shrugged.

        "Really? Nothing better than watching me die?"

        "Nah. Shouldn't have to do it alone." He told you. You offered a weak smile.

        "Nice guy. Cute too. Wish we met under different circumstances. got a cigarette?"

        He tossed you one, and a lighter. You lit it and resisted a cough, enjoying the burn in your lungs as they filled with smoky chemicals.

        "Sound like my brother. Askin' for a smoke in your last moments." He said.

        "Brother sounds like my kind of people." You croaked.

        "Nah, he was real ass." He said, sadly.

        "Was?"

        "He was bit, too."

        "Sorry to hear it. All my family's gone."

        "Sorry to hear it."

        "Nah," you smiled sadly. "They died in a crash. Before all this. Glad they didn't have  to live this way. Or, die this way, in my case. Just hate that their memory and mine dies with me."

        "I won't forget ya." He assured. 

        "Guess that's  worth something." You rasped. "Thanks for staying."

        "Surprised you didn't ask me to put you out. Looks like it hurts."

        "Yeah." You nodded. "Hurts bad. To be honest you're the first friendly face I've seen in weeks. Might as well enjoy it 'til I can't."

        His throat tightened a little. He was sad for you. To have felt so lonely you'd suffer to the end just to feel the presence of another person.

        "'M sorry." He said again.

        "Don't be." You told him. "Got nothing to be sorry for. You're here with me now, that's more than I could've asked for. You got a group or somethin'?"

        "Mhm. Got a prison we took. It's safe. Fences, walls, gardens."

        "Damn. Now that's somethin' I would've liked to see."

        "I would've took you there." He said. 

        "Too bad." You coughed. "Too bad, indeed"

        You were getting paler by the minute. Your eyes could barely open. He took in your features, noting to remember your pretty face. He wouldn't let you go forgotten, because that was what he told you. Your breathing was so shallow he couldn't see your chest rise anymore.

        "Ya still there?" He asked.

        "Mm." You grunted. "Still here."

        "You wanna be buried?" 

        "You walk around with a shovel?"

        "Nah. Prison's not far. I can bury you there, next to our people."

        "Oh." You breathed. "That's real nice." 

        "We bury our people." He said, recalling Glenn's words that day outside Atlanta after the camp got attacked by walkers. Daryl was gonna burn all the bodied, but Glenn insisted their own people be buried properly. He'd be sure to extend that same sentiment to you.

        "That's good. Humanity prevails, and all that shit." 

        "Somethin' like that."

        It grew silent again. He watched you closely. 

        "(Y/N)?" He called. No response. His heart sped up. "(Y/N)." He said, louder. You were gone. He swallowed the lump in his throat, ignoring the feelings of despair as he stood and walked over to you. He gently pulled your head forward and plunged his blade into the back of your head. He looked you over, noticing a rope necklace around your neck with some wooden beads strung over it. He untied it from the back of your neck and tied it around his own, before he lifted you in his arms and carried you to the prison.

        When he arrived, he got plenty of questioning stares. Rick approached him.

        "You know her?" He asked.

        "Just met her. She was bit. Asked me to stay." Daryl said as he laid your body down gently on the grass. It took him over an hour to dig your grave, and a good while to fashion a marker for your grave. He stood there over your buried body for a while, wondering what life could have been for you if he found you earlier, if he found you before the bite, if you lived to see another day. He wiped the signal tear he shed for you before retreating inside, to his cell, to seclude himself and mourn the potential that was lost with your life.

#daryl dixon fanfic #twd daryl #daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #daryl x you #daryl x female reader #sad #mdni

[my-darlng-angel]

HOLA HERMOSAAAA 😘

may i pretty please request wally with a quiet and reserved reader BUT they're a musician??

they've been in the neighborhood for a bit now and they're super shy (softly spoken, awkward in most situations) but they love music!! they play an instrument (love guitar, acoustic and electric) and sing! (insane vocal range) they love all kinds of music ranging from rock and metal to upbeat and quick! hopefully this ain't too much for ya dear 🫶🏽

Wally with quite musician s/o❣︎

Warnings: none!!

A/n: HELLOOOOOO

This isn’t too much for me at all!! I’m happy to deliver!

I hope you enjoy and have a great day or night!!

- When you first moved into the neighborhood, Wally was one of the first people to say hi to you and he was the person who showed you around

- He was quite excited to learn that someone else was going to join their lovely community

- However you seemed rather shy

- He didn’t mind much tho, he would talk until you feel comfortable too

- He will talk about the other neighbors and even Home

- He was very happy when you started to talk to him more

- He would try and get closer to you as much as he could

- He was just drawn to you

- Whenever he saw you out of your house he would be running just to talk to you

- You got use to him fast (mostly because he was pushy about it)

- And thats when he learned you like music!

- He was thrilled to learn about your interests!

- He begged you to give him a private concert

- He would love to sing with you if you want!

- He things you two will sound absolutely beautiful together

Wally’s smile began to drop as he eyed the white canvas in front of him. He wanted to paint since it was such a nice day but he just didn’t know what to draw. He looked around at the beautiful scenery.

That is when he heard the sound of a guitar deeper inside the woods. Curiously, he placed his paintbrush down and followed the sound. After a bit of walking, he noticed you playing your guitar by the creek. The sound of the flowing water and the guitar sounded very relaxing.

His cheeks heated up as he smiled hearing the beautiful music. He knew you were rather shy so he figured you came out here to avoid getting attention from the neighbors.

He didn’t want to be rude and interrupted you, so he waited for you to finish.

“That was beautiful!” He clap and you jumped. You turned around to see Wally who sat down next to you.

“How long were you there for?”

“Long enough” His smile faded slightly “are you mad?”

“No.. just startled” Your face was red. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. Hearing him laugh only made it worse.

“You are a very good musician! Why didn’t you tell me you played?”

“It didn’t come up so” you shrugged. You two sat in silence for a few minutes before Wally finally spoke again.

“Maybe we could play together sometime. Start a little neighborhood band haha”

“You play an instrument?” You tilted your head.

“I know how to play the drums and the piano” you chuckled. Imagining Wally on the drums just made you laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Wally asked, not understanding why you are laughing.

“Nothing… I think the band is a good idea”

“Great! Lets get started” He stood up and brushed himself off.

“W-wait- now?!”

“Of course! Now, come on. It’s about time you played with the other neighbors!”

#wally darling x reader #wally x reader #welcome home #wally darling #welcome home x reader

[dulcelovestoomuch]

The Details of You // Mammon x Artist!reader

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Before coming to Devildom, you were in the worst art block you had ever been in. No lines seemed right. Shapes held no meaning. You couldn't breathe life or passion into anything you worked on. Torn paper decorated the floors, snapped pencils rested on your desk, and sketchbooks laid bare.

Then, things changed. You met the others and it seemed you could find beauty in everything. You could find inspiration simply by looking around.

However, nothing gave you more inspiration than the avatar of greed. He had somehow become a muse. The pages of every sketchbook had a drawing of him. Portraits of smiles and frowns, of anger and sadness, of excitement and embarrassment. Somehow you could perfectly remember these expressions, as if they were etched into your brain by Mammon himself.

Yet, it sometimes grew frustrating.

You could eventually perfect his features, but sometimes struggled with drawing him without reference. On your worst days, something was always off no matter how much you redrew him.

So, it was simple.

You decided to ask him.

"Mammon, I have a favor to ask," You worked up the courage to say, interrupting his "concentration" on studying.

"You're' asking me for a favor?" Mammon tilted his head, "Sure, but ya definitely owe me one!"

He gave your a playful smile; it could rival the sun in your opinion.

"Uh, sure," You replied, "I've been running out of inspiration lately. Do you think I could draw you?"

Mammon raised a brow, "Is that all, human? Go ahead! Who wouldn't want to draw the great Mammon?"

You suppressed the urge to fondly roll your eyes, grabbing a sketchbook and pencils from you desk. You nudged some books to side with your foot, before sitting front of him. You both sat on the floor; Mammon waiting as you flipped to a blank page in your sketchbook.

"Okay, so just stay still," You said, grabbing a 3H pencil. You began with drawing the face, getting the general shape of his face down on paper.

"Ya got it, human," Mammon spoke, "Won't move a muscle,"

A few moments rolled by, silent and calm. Your eyes would lock onto his face every so often. You didn't know, but it felt piercing to Mammon. You staring at him with such a strong, focused gaze was something he wasn't used to. He gulped, his face burning and body itching to move. So, the silence came to an end.

"So," Mammon said, "Why did ya want to draw me anyway?"

You shrugged, grabbing a darker pencil to work on detailing his facial features. "Just wanted to,"

He opened his mouth to say something more, but snapped it shut when your gaze focused on him again.

"Do you not want me to?"

Mammon flinched, cheeks reddening, "I didn't say that."

"Then, let me work!" You huffed, focusing back down on the paper.

Mammon frowned, looking away. You sighed, placing the sketchbook at you side before inching closer to Mammon. You gripped him by the chin, forcing him to look at you. You could see his skin turn red; his eyes shook as his mouth opened and shut like a fish.

"W-Whaddya think you're doing?" He said, looking everywhere but you.

"I told you to stay still," You said, "Keep looking at me,"

"O-okay, I got it," Mammon stammered, "Ya don't have to keep holding my face like this,"

"Mammon," You said gently, "What's wrong?"

"Wha... nothing's wrong." Mammon pulled away, "Nope, nothing at all,"

"Mammon..." You grabbed his face again. This time he managed to lock eyes with you, but his skin turned from a muted red to crimson.

"Ya just... never drew me before," Mammon explained, "I ain't used to it,"

You sighed.

He is as adorable as he is frustrating. You move back to your prior spot, grabbing your sketchbook and pencil once more.

"Fine, just stay still, okay? I'm almost done,"

Silence continued, only the sound of breath and of pencil on paper was audible in the room.

Having him as a reference made the details so easier to grasp. It make life come easier to the paper before you. You could finally draw every detail you forgot and improve upon every detail you remembered.

When you finished, you put the pencil down.

"Finally finished? It took forever!" Mammon grumbled, "Let me see it,"

You handed the sketchbook to him. He took it with a confident grin, only to freeze when he saw it.

"Does it look bad?" You asked.

Mammon's cheeks burned a cherry red, "I-I mean... it ain't too bad to look at. It's a drawing of me after all!"

He stared at it for a few more moments.

"Well, can I get it back then?"

"Nope!"

A loud tear filled the air.

Mammon tore the drawing out the sketchbook, before running out the room with a shout of "thanks!".

You stood up, running after him. The chase would be unsuccessful, as you yelled at him to come back, but couldn't keep up regardless.

However, when you would later go to his room, your drawing would be there framed. Mammon would blush, ranting about how because it was a drawing of him, he had to put it in his room.

It wasn't because that drawing showed how you viewed him. It also definitely wasn't because it was a drawing you did of him, with so much care and detail that it made his heart melt.

His stuttering and stammering continued on, before you simply gave him a kiss and pulled him back to your room.

Maybe you weren't so mad at him taking it.

Maybe now you had a willing muse.

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This was my first fic in the fandom, just wanted to do something quick and simple, hope you enjoyed! (⌒▽⌒)☆

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x you #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x mc #obey me shall we date #artist!reader #Obey me mammon x artist!reader #obey me mammon fluff #obey me mc #shall we date mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #omswd mammon #omswd mammon x reader #gender neutral reader #mammon x gender neutral reader #new to tumblr #dulcelovestoomuch

[tinalbion]

Hi!! I am OBSESSED with Rusty Nail atm, so I was wondering how he would react to a wife reader who has really bad anxiety?

Thanks for the amazing content :)

-phantom

Oh you absolutely can!

I apologize for the EXTREME lateness of this, I fell into the void, I got back into art and I just sorta got taken over by drawing, but I've been craving to write again and I am missing my truck driver man, so let's get right back into it! Anytime you need some Rusty, I am here for you!

Rusty Comforting You When You're Dealing with Anxiety ||

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: None - Comfort, fluff

𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 1k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Rusty tries his best to help you when you're feeling anxious

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

Rusty wouldn't have picked up on it right away when you two started seeing each other, he just figured that all people have their quirks, and everyone is different, but the more he pays attention to you, the more he's led to believe it's not just a part of your everyday habits. He kept a watchful eye on you after one particular night when you felt yourself slowly spiraling out of control, and you had simply tried to play it off that you were fine. But Rusty knew you weren't, everything he knew about you said otherwise. 

Anxiety was fickle and yours acted up in any situation, anything could trigger it, and you despised it. One moment you sat there beside Rusty, your eyes fluttering closed as you drifted off, and then your brain would go into overthinking mode, which made you snap your eyes open and stare ahead as you tried your best to calm down. Rusty wasn't well suited nor capable of dealing with ways to calm you, but he learned over time being married to you.

Whether it was something simple like bringing you a warm cup of whatever beverage you preferred to calm your nerves, or he remembered to pick up one of your favorite snacks from the gas station he stopped in, it was always in the back of his mind to think of things that could make you happy, to ease you into comfort. But most times, he would offer himself.

The large man would always practically wrap around your entire body when he held you, and you clung to him and refused to let go as he would sit there with you, making sure you did some deep breaths in through your nose and out of your mouth. He didn't have many words of wisdom to impart upon you, but who needed them when he would speak to you in that low tone you found so soothing? His large hand would caress your back, making sure he spoke to you calmly about anything and everything. 

“Hey now, you're alright, ain't ya?” He would ask you. “You're here, I'm here. I gotchu,” he cooed. “Yer alright, I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

“Promise?” “Course I promise.”

His voice was a source of comfort to you, you were always so attracted to his voice, and you had heard the range from anger to softness. No matter the situation, you focused on that and it grounded you for the most part. You’d curl up into his side, and no matter what you were feeling, his warmth, his largeness, it always enveloped you and made you feel tranquility like nothing else. Once you two had bonded, he fully believed that you would be his forever and vice versa, so he took the ‘in sickness and in health’ vow very seriously. He was quick to anger in some situations, but when it came to you, he had all the patience in the world, and he would do his best to walk you through it.

Whenever you had the attention span to sit down and discuss your anxiety with him, you would tell him things that could help you, and coming from him, it would mean the world to you if he could attempt anything to get you to destress. 

So that’s what he did, and whatever the reason why you were feeling the way you were that day, he’d guide you by your hand and have you sit down either on the sofa or outside on the porch. He knew fresh air helped most days, or if he was out on the road, he’d immediately find a place to pull over so he could walk you through it. No matter what, he wanted to be your source of safety, and if it meant prolonging a job, he’d do it. 

He likes to make sure you’re aware he’s there, whether its placing his massive hand on the small of your back, your thigh, or your knee. He finds it comforting for himself if he physically shows you that he’s there for you. He also hopes that you’re able to understand that this is the way he is when it comes to being there for you. Even if you have to cry to let out your frustrations, he will hold you and let you do whatever it was you needed to do. 

Another thing he took notice of is that you like to steal his undershirts. “They smell like you!” you’d say, pouting if he tried to take it. So he’d give you one of his shirts to wear when you were having a particularly bad day. He slowly but surely became aware of your moods and how they could fluctuate, but he found you to be one of the most precious people on the planet. You accepted him and all of his faults, he’d never deny yours, so he vowed to take care of you. 

Doesn’t matter what time of day it is, if he deems it necessary, he’s going upstairs, running you a bath, and then he’s making you lay down with him just to relax your muscles. You were always tense, always bouncing your leg, or just trying to find busy work whenever you were unable to perform anything, especially that one time you had forgotten about the food cooking on the stovetop. Thankfully, Rusty was home and not out on the job, he was able to save a few of the side dishes before a fire started, but he didn’t blame you for it. Ever since then, he understood that this was something more and he constantly kept an eye on you, took notice of how you spoke to him, and would easily pick up on tone of voice and body language. 

Rusty can understand taking care of someone who offends you, a physical person he can easily dispose of and watch the life drain from their eyes for treating you in such a way. But this? It was a challenge to be sure, but he wasn’t too old of a dog to learn new tricks, and he was trying to make more of an effort since you always went out of your way for him. 

#tinalbion writings #rusty nail joyride #rusty nail x reader #rusty nail imagine #rusty nail headcanons #rusty nail x gn!reader #rusty nail x f!reader #rusty nail joy ride 2 #slasher community #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #slasher x reader #joy ride 2 dead ahead #tina asks #comfort #slight angst #drabble

[rocknroll7575]

What happened!?

Jaune and Cardin were scared out of their minds as they were face to face with Adam Taurus.

However, quickly coming out of his fear, Jaune acted and grabbed Crocea Mors and swung it at Adam, however, the hit didn't land. As a matter of fact, Jaune's entire right hand was missing.

Cardin was in shock, "JAUNE!" Cardin cried.

Jaune wanted to cry in pain, but he grits his teeth and holds his pain in as he sees Adam grab his sword and acting quickly, pushes Cardin out of the way, thankfully, making both avoid Adam's attack.

Adam was impressed that Jaune had noticed his second quick draw.

"Jaune! Are you ok!?" Ozma cried in his head.

'I'm fine! But we need to get out of here!' He cried.

"Let me at least regenerate your hand!" Omza cried.

'Not now!' Jaune cried in his head. Jaune then turned his head to Cardin, "Cardin! Get out of here! Tell the other teams that the White-Fang is here!" He cried.

Cardin looked baffled, "What!? No way! I ain't leaving you behind!" Cardin cried.

Jaune glared at him, "For once just listen to me!"

Suddenly, Adam appeared in front of Cardin with his hand on his sword, ready to cut Cardin in half, however, jaune rushed forward and put his shield in front of his teammate, however, instead of blocking the attack, Jaune only managed to get his shield cut in half, along with getting all of his fingers cut off.

"JAUNE!" Ozma cried

Cardin was in shocked that Jaune had saved his life for a second time but also saw just how badly he was injured.

Jaune didn't slow down despite the large amount of pain coursing through his body, he charged at Adam and wrapped his arms around the bull faunus and pushed him back.

"RUN!" Jaune cried.

Not knowing what else to do but follow his leader's orders, Cardin turned around and ran back to town to tell the others what was happening, leaving Jaune behind.

Adam was unfazed by Jaune's attempt to hold him back, and simply kneed Jaune in the stomach, hoping to get the blonde to budge, but Jaune didn't.

"Stubborn human," Adam said.

Adam's sword glowed as he raised his sword up and turned it around before plunging it down into Jaune's right side, making the blonde teen shake as he felt the sword go through his body and cough out blood.

"Jaune! Brothers! Let me take over!" Ozma cried with worry.

However, Jaune didn't budge.

Adam began to get annoyed and he quickly pulled his sword out and with his other hand, he grabbed Jaune by the back of his armor and threw him into the tree.

Jaune struck the tree and then fell to the ground, coughing up blood as he lay there.

Adam turned to him with an expressionless face. "I'll admit, you were brave, human, but very stupid to take me on," Adam said. "However, because of your bravery and sacrifice to save that coward who ran away, I'll make your death quick," Adam said.

Jaune slowly got up and sat against the tree, and as he did, he couldn't help but think about how he was going to die, how this was the last moment on Remnant.

"I-I was full of myself..." Jaune told himself. The young blonde then sniffled as tears began to form in his eyes. "I-I thought I had gotten stronger! I thought I was strong enough to live my dream! But I'm still so damn weak!" Jaune cried, finally letting tears fall.

Adam walked forward, ready to kill the blonde with a single strike., because, despite his hatred for humans, he wasn't cruel, he would not torture a human for some sick pleasure.

Jaune however, got up, even as tears still ran down his face. "Ag! I-I don't wanna die!" He sobbed, "B-But I'm gonna... I'm gonna die..." Jaune sobbed out.

"No... I won't let that happen..." Ozma cried.

Suddenly, a green glow covered Jaune for a split second and that's when Adam was confused as to what happened, but also noticed a shift in the blonde's behavior.

Ozma had forcefully taken over Jaune's body and he glared at Adam as he quickly regenerated Jaune's fingers and hand. "You're gonna pay for what you've done... Adam Taurus!"

Adam was surprised by the different voice coming from the mouth of the blonde and in a split second, Ozma appeared in front of Adam and punched Adam in the gut, knocking out all of the air in the Faunus's lungs.

Adam was then sent flying through a few trees before Jaune appeared right next to Adam and grabbed Adam by the horns and pushed his face into the ground.

Ozma let go of Adam and stood over him as he glared down at the terrorist. "Don't move... not even an inch..." Ozma told Adam.

Adam didn't listen and tried to get up only to be punched in the chest, Adam swore he felt something crack.

"I thought I told you not to move!" Omza growled.

Adam glared at the blonde through his mask, 'What the hell is this!? Where did this human suddenly get this strenght!? How did he even heal thise injuries!?' Adam thought

Ozma didn't let up as he then grabbed Adam by the horns once again and with all his might, bashed his face into a tree, breaking the Bull Faunus's mask and knocking him out cold.

Ozma wanted to punish the Faunus more but stopped and calmed himself, and quickly grabbed Crocea Mors and with his magic, fixed Jaune's shield while disposing of Jaune's old hand.

"Alright, everything is fine now, you can switch back, Jaune," Ozma said.

No reply came.

"Jaune?" Ozma called out.

Again, no reply came.

Ozma began to worry, "Hey! Can you hear me!? Take back control!" Ozma began with a worried tone. "This isn't funny Jaune! Switch with me!"

Once more... no reply came.

"Jaune...?"

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[mrsjavierp]

Where You Belong?

Chapter 7 - Torture

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, drug dealing - Narcos Universe (not so accurate), bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN. No physical description of the reader, only your clothes (sometimes). The POVs are shifting between reader (first person and Narrator - 3rd person)

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 2,6k

A/N: I'd love to know about you're thinking about it so far! Your opinion is really important! Tks <3 Btw, I'm tagging @pedrostories! Babe, let's show'em why we're so much in love for that man!

Obs: Oops, I did a "past x present situation" again, so, anytime you see something written like this, is past. If not, it's just Javi's memory about the night he won't (and can't) forget... And neither can you, reader <3 Let's be honest, how would we forget a night like that?

***

Narrator's POV:

Javier went to see how Steve was doing, after Connie left.

The apartment was a mess, with empty bottles all over.

If ever Steve were sober, it was before his girls went back to Miami.

He was so depressed... Made Javier think about his family as well, but in a different way: if it was him and Lorraine, would he try to do some or anything?

Steve sniffed and cleared his throat, handing Javier a beer, bringing him back from his thoughts.

"Have you, uh... Had anything to eat in the last 24 hours?" - he asked.

"About Y/LN..." - Steve ignored Javier. - "Do you think she's gonna send me back? Did she say anything?"

"To be honest, I think if she was going to send you back, she'd have done it already. We know she doesn't put up any shit."

Steve sputted.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Do you think I am out?"

"I don't know." - Javier answered.

"Well, I ain't ready to go home yet, Javi. I'll tell ya that." - Steve threw the top from his bottle away. - "Damn it! She's fucking..."

Javier got up, he needed to do some or anything.

"Take a shower. Sober up." - he suggested to the friend. - "I'll get back to you."

Steve sighted, sitting back down.

**

"Thanks for talking to Y/LN again, man." - Steve thanked, while Javier was driving to their new office. - "I mean that... You saved my ass."

"One more fuck-up, Murphy..."

"Oh, I know." - he responded.

"Is it gonna happen again?" - Javi asked, worried.

"I don't know. I really don't." - Murphy seemed lost in thoughts.

"Let's hope for the sake of our careers that is the first and the last one."

Shortly after they arrive, you show up by helicopter, wearing a black tight suit, heels and sunglasses. Javier was already shivering.

Making an effort to change his focus, he said to Steve:

"Get ready to get your balls snippet." - and they both smirked.

*

Steve and you sat down at your office, his expression was awful: sad, bitter, hangover.

“So Connie left… You’re upset, knocked a few back to numb the pain and then decided to take it out on some Wall Street pendejo”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Isolated incident?”

“Yeah.”

“You still don’t trust me? That’s fine. But if I’m gonna have your back, I need to know that I can trust you. Otherwise, I have no problem sending you back to Connie in Miami… Am I making myself clear or do you need a drawing?”

“Loud and clear, Jefe.” - He sighed. 

“Dismissed, Murphy. Go to work.”

He got up and left your office.

He was just a ghost… A resemblance to what he was, when Connie was here. God, you felt sorry for him.

*

Hours later, you sat down at the bar, close to your office, after all those hours, alone.

You just wanted peace.

So much happened and you also got quite some happening.

Steve and his bullshit, Escobar on the run, Crosby up on your ass...

"A Dry Martini, por favor. Seco." (A Dry Martini, please. Extra dry.) - you order.

"¿Señorita, dry martini? ¿Seco? ¿Estás enferma?" (Miss, dry martini? Extra dry? Are you sick?)

"No, amigo... Soló necesito olvidar algunas cosas." (No, my friend… Just need to forget a few things.)

He knew your drink was a neat scotch, he never saw you drinking any other thing.

You hated how the gin burned while going down your throat. You could almost remember when Javier fucked your throat at the same time you used your vibrator because he wanted to see how you've done by yourself... He convinced you to pick it up at your place because he needed to ruin you, as you did to him...

"Díos mio... I don't wanna remember anymore, please, make it stop..." - you whispered like a secret prayer, closing your eyes.

*

About 2 hours later, taking off his tie, Javier walked into the same bar.

He sighed, so frustrated, so hurt, so pissed off.

Lorraine just had put the cherry on top: she wanted to leave Laredo to Dallas or Austin, because... He didn't even understand why. She asked for more money, his visit for a few days... The only good thing on that call was his baby boy, Lucas, who your so called wife insisted on calling Luke. Sometimes, he felt a little prejudice from her against his latin origin.

And she demanded again! Javier was trying to delay it, but she was coming on strong at him.

The worst part is… He didn’t care about Lorraine. Not that he ever did in the first place, but… 

In reality, he was just sad... 

Sad that he spent an intimate long night fucking you and... Nothing.

You just disappeared. Left him hanging.

Javier didn't even get to listen to you masturbating anymore.

He asked for a scotch, neat.

Just like he purred to you that night…

Sometime that night, you sat down on the armchair by his bedroom window, lit up your cigar, while he served you a glass of whiskey. You wore nothing but your red panties...

Javier kneeled down, again, for you.

There you were, smelling like your cigars, whiskey, sex... And Javier.

His hands worshiped your figure, opening you for him, again.

"Javier, I'm a little occupied..." - you said to him, almost purring.

"I don't care. I need to touch you. Go ahead with whatever you drink or smoke. It's sexy as fuck."

He loved that your scent was just like his. Make him feel like you belong to him, only him. 

“When I'm done with you, you're gonna smell just like me… Like my come, my perfume, my spit, my sweat… You ruined me, cariño. I'm just returning the favor.”

“Javi…”

“You know where you belong, don't you?” - his index and middle fingers entered you again. You moaned. - “You belong with me, cariño. I'm not letting you go.”

“Oh fuck…” - you moan. - “You also smell just like me, Javi…” - his eyes widened, surprised. - “You also smell just like my french perfume, my spit on your dick, my sweat on your skin… My come all over you…” 

You were so distracted you didn't even notice when he walked in and sat across from you.

When he spotted you, Javier went up to you.

"Martini, Y/N? Gotta say, did not see this coming."

"Bite me, Peña." - you responded through your teeth.

"I wish I could, cariño, but you won't let me get near you. I miss you. Don't tell me that you don't remember or you didn't like it." - his mouth came closer to your ear and murmured: - "You came so many times in my mouth that shirt I wore still smells like your cum, even after I washed 3 times already... Wanna know where it is?"

You sighted slowly, catching your breath, eyes closed.

"My bed, cariño. Right where you left your red panties, where you belong. Where you should be." - he continued to whisper in your ear.

"Peña..."

"No, not Peña. Call me Javi, babyboy, obedient soldier, anything but as if we were working… We both know that’s not under your obligations."

You looked at him, in pain.

"I-I-I can't. We gotta be a part, Peña."

He hit the bar with his fist.

"Bullshit! You may be an award winning actress, but you can't pretend any of that. I remember it all too well... I remember you telling me that was a fucking dream and you didn't wanna wake up! I remember you melting under my touch..."

You laughed.

"Peña, I quit smoking and drinking whiskey because of you."

"Why?"

"Because it tastes just like you." - aside from the scotch, he smoked cigarettes, not cigars. Your eyes are almost in tears.

He looked at you with those puppy brown eyes.

"Cariño... You don't have to..."

"Yes, Peña. I do... You don't get it, do you?"

"Actually, no, I don't. Enlighten me, then." - Javier responded, rude. He couldn't bear to be hurt one more time. He wanted to be yours and you to be his, only his.

"It was a mistake, Peña. You're overthinking what happened... I... We..." - you didn't know how to say or justify. You were lying and you were such a lousy liar... Javier could see right through you.

"Don't! Don't you dare to continue to say anything like that!" - it was his time to respond through his teeth. - "You don't get to do that! I won't accept these lies! You're not fooling me nor anyone… Days ago you were moaning and coming all over me... Now you want to take it back? News flash, you can't! You can’t change the past, you can’t change the fact that we fucked worse than rabbits, cariño. I told ya, I’m greedy as fuck." - his voice went from pissed to almost cooing at you.

You were feeling awful. Guilty. You shouldn't want Javier so badly, but you wanted.

"Peña, I'm your boss. We've got a job to do. I can't get involved with you, it was a mistake!"

Javier's heart was pounding. You couldn't do that to him.

You tried to get up, but your liquor betrayed you, almost throwing you on the ground, but Javi picked you up before you got hurt.

"Vamos, cariño. I'll take you home, vecina." - he said.

You only cuddled with him, holding up all you could.

*

Javier helped you get inside, paying attention to what you needed: You needed to eat, to take a shower and lay down, unfortunately, too drunk to do it alone.

First, Javier prepared a bath for you, a warm one.

"Peña, I just dumped you... You don't get to see me naked again." - you said to him, while you were sitting on the closed toilet and he took off your shoes.

He laughed. You were a cute drunk.

"Don't call me Peña. I already told you. Right now, I'm not calling you by 'jefe' or 'Y/LN' either. You're cariño, hermosa or even babygirl."

You began to take off your clothes, while he took off his jacket and folded his sleeves.

"I like cariño, Javi..." - you almost purred. - "I shouldn't. But I do..."

"Good. Cariño will be, Hermosa."

He helped you finish undressing and getting in the tub.

"Oh, it's gooood. Thank you, Javi..."

He remained outside it, just taking care of you, not letting you lay down too much or sleep.

When you finished, he covered you with a towel, leaving you alone for a few minutes to look for some medicine, as hangover prevention, and some food.

A little like him, your fridge only had whiskey, water and a leftover pizza.

You two were more alike than any of you wanted or expected.

He used the oven to heat it, at the same time you put a red and lacy nightgown.

"Oh, fuck, cariño... Had to be this one?" - he asked you, trying not to sound so horny.

"It was this one or none. Pick your poison, Javi."

He sighed. What a fucking brat you were, even drunk as a skunk.

"Sit, please. There you go, eat it. Where do you keep your painkillers?"

"My bedroom..."

"Finish your dinner, cariño. I'm going to give you some, we've got work to do tomorrow, you need to bring your A-game."

"Peña, I always do. Don't mess with me."

He snorted. Feisty one you are, as usual. He liked that about you.

You finished your slice and he took you into bed, made you take your medicine. He didn't lay down, he just sat next to you, observing.

"He never took care of me like that, you know?" - you revealed, almost sleeping.

"Who, cariño?"

"Ben..."

"Who's Ben anyway?" - Javier asked, pretending not to be curious, but you were too drunk to notice anything in his voice.

"My ex fiance... A cabrón... Malparido." - you cursed.

"Remind me, cariño, why?"

"You know... All the cheating, all the lying..." - you yawn. - "I'm tired, Javi..."

"Sleep, cariño. Buenas noches, hermosa... I'll bring breakfast tomorrow morning, before we go to the office."

But you slept before he even finished his sentence.

Javier left you safe and sound, at your apartment.

However, he never felt worse.

He wanted to be with you, more than sex. More than he ever wanted to be with any woman. 

The problem is...

He's also a cheating bastard. He also fucked half of Medellin and Bogota.

He doesn't deserve you and he knows it.

Javier doesn't care.

He's not going to give up on you: on the contrary, he's going to solve all that he can before you ever find out...

But how? How is he going to keep Lorraine away? How will he manage his boy's custody?

Too many questions, no answers.

“One problem at the time…” - Javier told himself, crossing the hall and entering his apartment.

He looked around: all in order, but you were missing. He wanted to do it right…

Javier laid on his sofa… But it smelled like both of you. He got up and sat at the table in the kitchen, Lorraine’s letters organized in a box. 

Pandora's box, as he joked sometimes to himself.

“Fuck…” - he cursed. - “How am I going to pull it off?”

* 

Next morning, he knocked on the door, anxious.

The seconds before you opened it felt like hours. He was bringing you breakfast from Mrs. Hernandez's café: arepas with cheese and eggs, mantecada, marquesa and, of course, black colombian coffee.

You open, holding back a smile, wearing a black dress and boots.

"What are you doing here? Something happened?" - you sound surprised.

Javi smiled, coming in as you let.

"Yes, cariño, I told you I would bring breakfast... I don't get the surprise. Wait, you don't remember? You were that drunk?"

"Oh, fuck! I forgot... Sorry, by the way."- you said as Javi entered your home.

He pulled you into his embrace, after putting the food at the table, and held you close, smelling your hair. - "I miss you so much, cariño... Don't push me away, please." - he begged.

You took a deep breath, Javier's scent was so good, so masculine and strong... You miss him too, but how can you manage it all?

You look deep in those puppy eyes.

Fuck, you hate that effect on you.

"Can we talk about it later? I'm very thankful that you brought food and took care of me last night... But things are not that simple. I don't quite remember, I was really drunk. But I do remember that I said I dumped you."

He laughed, stroke your hair.

"Not exactly... But you did reveal a few things, including that you quit smoking and drinking whiskey because of me."

You turn your face away. You felt a stupid girl, alcohol in and truth out. Your own mind betrayed you.

"Oh, fuck. Peña, I... Really, let's eat. After work we can talk, okay?"

He agreed and you both set the table. It was all delicious, he brought everything you like.

"Was Ben at least thoughtful during your hangovers?" - he asked, casually, with a smirk on his lips.

"Peña, what the fuck? How dare you? That's none of your business!" - you screamed towards him.

How and what does Javier know about my ex? - you thought.

"Cariño, you're the one who brought him up last night. I was just curious..."

"Peña, you have no right! Leave my home! Right the fuck NOW!"

"Y/N, what the fuck?! What the hell happened to you from last night to this morning?"

"I got sober, my senses got back to the right place. And you know what? I was only delaying what I was going to say. We're not getting together again. That night was a huge mistake!"

"Your car is in the garage, by the way. Keys in the ignition. See you later, jefe." - he picked up his coffee that was on the travel mug and left your apartment, not looking back.

Next

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[covetyou]

y2k

moodboard and fic inspo by @psychedelic-ink main masterlist

rating: Teen (this is an 18+ blog) warnings: fluff, Joel and Sarah being domestic and cute af, swearing, Sarah being a little shit. No outbreak. word count: 876 summary: a morning in the Miller Household with our fave resident Girl Dad and his Daughter (who is a little shit affectionately).

A/N: @psychedelic-ink is having a cute lil joel miller birthday bash and i requested a silly y2k moodboard in honour of the occasion. This spawned from my brain before I could stop it. Happy Birthday, JM!

if my boss asks, i've been working super hard for the last hour and not writing this.

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Joel sat at the kitchen counter, nursing his morning coffee. It was a clear day, the heat of summer dwindling now that October was approaching. He relished these quiet moments in the mornings, just him and his world inside that house, safe and sound.

Even after 15 years though, the silence never lasted long. He was glad for it - he dreaded to think how quickly the days of silence would come and how much he would long for the noise.

As expected, footsteps thundered down the stairs.

One day that kid's goin' to bring this fuckin' house down.

"Hey Dad," Sarah says breathlessly as she sidles up to Joel. She's hiding something behind her back, and Joel well knows that look on her face by know. She's been up to something.

"Mornin' kid," he smiles. Whatever she's up to he doesn't care, seeing the best thing he ever did every morning always put a smile on his face. "What you got there?"

"I got something to show you," she bites her lip. "I made it."

Joel's heart wants to burst out of his chest. As a kid, he was always being gifted little drawings and creations - pictures of them in their house, a deranged looking cat with too many legs (a sign from Sarah that she really wanted a pet kitty - he wishes he could've said yes to her, but his allergies would never let it happen), a paper mache lump of something she'd made and painted. He kept it, but he still didn't know what it was. My babies first abstract art he'd joked at the time. It had been years since she'd made anything for him, she was more into playing with friends and sports than arts and crafts with her old man these days.

"Alright then, let's see it," he turns to face his daughter as she pulls her laptop from behind her back. It was a birthday gift this summer, and she was rarely off the damn thing - she said it made homework easier than having to use the family desktop computer, but he still didn't quite believe she didn't just use to to talk to her friends until the early hours of the morning. Still, he could never say no or be mad at her for much of anything for too long.

"And you ain't takin' that to school."

Sarah rolls her eyes. "I'm not. Look."

She points to the screen.

"I was up all night making it for you - Happy Birthday, Dad!"

It's... well. It's something else. Pictures of him (he recognized one as a picture she had taken 5 years ago) and the two of them together, all interspersed with a collection of other images he wasn't familiar with but somehow seemed to match. Joel's stomach dropped with it - if this is what his baby girl was into, maybe she'd changed more as a teen than he thought. Still, she'd made it for him. It was special.

"I... it's..." Joel was getting genuinely choked up. He didn't care what it was. He just loved that she made it for him.

"Don't you love it?" she prods his arm, grinning like a maniac.

"I do." And he did.

"The color pallette is so cute right, and this picture is my favorite." She points to a picture in the middle from a 4th of July last year - Her and Joel had gone to a neighbors house to celebrate. There'd been a bonfire. "I put filters on everything to make it more pink. It really gels it all together, don't you think?"

It was one of his favorites too. Even with... all the pink.

"It is uh, real pink, yeah," Joel says, scratching his neck. "It your new favorite color or somethin'? We need to paint your room again?"

Sarah's face drops. "I - I thought it was your favorite color, Dad." She looks devastated.

Joel is dumbstruck. What does he say. He flounders, stuttering, trying to find the words.

Suddenly, Sarah's face breaks into a shit eating grin big enough to rival Tommy's.

"I'm just fucking with you dad."

Joel's eyes snap to hers, a warning, and amusement, flashing across his face.

She holds her hands up in surrender. "Messing! I'm just messing with you."

"Well, I love it anyway. Even if you are just messin' with me," he kisses her temple and pushes her toward the door. "C'mon, lets get goin' or you're goin' to be late, and so am I."

Sarah rolls her eyes, gathers her school bag and heads for the door with Joel in tow. They both head for his truck, starting their day the same way they always do - together.

Joel stops before he reaches his truck, placing a large hand on the hood and looking over to his daughter. His - how did he get so lucky.

"Hey kid... can you send me that picture when you get home from school?"

Sarah smiles. It was a silly joke, but she's glad he loves it too. "Sure thing, Dad."

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