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sage-green-matcha · 11 months

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MAROON - ETHAN LANDRY PT. 1 🍷🥀🔪

“The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me, and how the blood rushed into my cheeks so, scarlet it was” - Taylor Swift

Content includes: mentions of murder, alcohol, pretty much it for this chapter!

Pt. 2 of Maroon | Pt. 3 of Maroon | PT. 4 of Maroon |

(A/n: This is the first chapter of a series! It’s gonna be ab 5-7 parts? I’m not sure yet. Hope you enjoy! )

Your whole life you'd felt like an outcast, no friends, a broken family. You'd move around your entire childhood, you never had one place that you called home. You knew you couldn't get too comfortable anywhere you were.

That was until you moved to Woodsboro. You were there for your last two years of high school. Becoming friends with a group of "popular kids" but what you didn't know was that at the cost of having friends was death.

"Y/n, you okay?" Tara waved her hand in your face. "I- yea I'm fine" Your lips were agape, picturing the sight of the dead bodies you had seen in the past. You took it harder than everyone else. Sam kept trying to get you to go to therapy but you refused. You didn't think anything was wrong with you. But the situation changed how you looked at everyone and everything.

You couldn't trust anyone, nowhere was safe. You felt like there were eyes on you at all times. And you never dared to pick up any calls from unknown numbers. "I was asking what we should get for dinner? Everyone's coming over in a bit" "Oh uh, I'm fine with anything"

It was just a normal night to everyone else, but to you, the moon was the same as it was on that night. It was full, and it messed with your head. "Y/n...it might be last minute but do you wanna go to a party? It's Halloween themed and I know you've been wanting to wear your costume" She smiled at you.

She knew you would say yes, everyone loved when you were drunk. You were the same person from before the murders, the same funny, sweet, Y/n that gave no fucks. You let loose, you'd dance with anyone who asked and took whatever drink was handed to you.

"Yea, I'll get ready" "Nice" she squealed, leaving you alone. You kept your door open, finding your pink butterfly wing teeshirt, pairing it with a green mini skirt. It was simple enough but still cute, tying the shirt in the front to make the "slutty" aspect of Halloween come into play. You had a little flower crown, carefully placed butterflies all over it, a green bow in the back.

You did your makeup with care, adding glitter and gems to the sides of your eyes. "Hi Y/n...we're leaving soon" you responded to the unfamiliar voice, looking up quickly "Oh, hey Ethan...right?" He nodded. You'd be lying if you said you didn't think he looked silly. He was wearing a cardboard hat, grey tape around the edges to give it a "cleaned up" look.

"Yea...Ethan Landry" "And what are you supposed to be, Ethan?" He was really cute, he had a shy look in his eye, his cheeks covered in pretty roses blush color. "I'm a Knight" "Your armor isn't really shiny" he looked confused and kinda offended at the same time.

"I- I'm just kidding, sorry. I'll be out soon" You smiled up at him. He had pictured your smile in his mind and it was so much better than he had imagined. You were always quiet and serious in Econ class, but you looked so good with a smile on your face.

Luckily, Ethan would be getting to see you smile all night, the first one when you took your first shot of the night. "To the Fab 5, and! To Ethan, my roommate" "Chad ew, don't call us that" Tara cringed. "Yea! And Sams not here so it's not the full 5" you laughed. "Okay, okay whatever. Cheers guys" You took the small glass to your lips, burning liquid smoothly going down your throat, tossing away old memories and letting yourself go.

"Let's dance!" You dragged Tara to the dance floor also known as the living room, the smell of smoke filling your nose. "Does Sam know you're here?" "No!" She laughed and you shook your head. "You know she's gonna track you down, right?" "Nah, she won't find me"

You stumbled back to the kitchen, Ethan scrolling on his phone silently. "Hey, E...you drink?" You held up a bottle tauntingly and he shook his head. "Uh, no" "yea, I saw you spit out that shot" you smiled, turning back to the table of alcohol, pouring two shots of vodka. "Here" you handed him one, his shaky voice thanking you.

You liked Ethan, sure you'd only known him for a couple hours but he reminded you of yourself. Getting dragged into new friend groups where they don't quiet except you, feeling left out of jokes since he hadn't been here long. "How long have you been in New York?" You strike up a conversation, Anika stealing you back after the long chat. "Got eyes for Landry, huh?" "He's cute" you shrugged with a smile, taking a drink from the red solo cup in your hand. "Chads gonna freak"

Her eyes widened and so did her smile. It finally felt like you were trusting someone, opening up, and starting a conversation. You knew the next time you'd seen him he'd be confused by the lack of energy you'd have. In reality, the alcohol was what was giving you that boost.

You sat down next to the two girls, Mindy explaining her logic behind being at this party and the small chance of almost being killed again. "What about you Y/n? Aren't you a bit paranoid?" "Yeah, I guess. But I feel safe around you guys" you smirked. "Oh also Y/n, I don't Trust Ethan at all. He looks too innocent" "Isn't that the best part?" You laughed, Mindy with a disgusted look on her face.

"I'm gonna go stand in line for the bathroom" You blew kisses at them as you walked away, walking around to find the bathroom. You felt yourself lose balance as you walked, someone catching you as you felt liquid splash on your shirt. "Ah man, my shirt" You held onto the randos chest, trying to stay balanced. "Shit, Y/n...you okay?" You looked up with drunk eyes, Ethan looking down at you with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But my shirt...not so much" You frowned, blush rushing into your cheeks as you looked at him. You untied your Tee, the Maroon color splashed all over your top, making it look like someone had stabbed you. "Is that wine?" He shrugged. "I'm not sure, this girl just gave it to me" he smiled, helping you hold yourself up against the wall.

"Thanks for catching me, I'm not completely drunk, these heels are just uncomfortable to walk in" You slipped off the gold shoes, Ethan standing next to you uncomfortably. "Uhm, let's get you a new drink, yea?" "Oh, no no it's okay. I wasn't gonna drink it...uhm it's fine" he stumbled over his words quite a lot. You couldn't tell if he was just nervous or if this is just how he was all the time.

"Ethan! My man!" Chads hand slapped over the poor boy's shoulder. "Whoah...Y/n, you look like you just got attacked...again" "Very funny Chad" you glared at him. "Hey uh, not to interrupt this throuple but your services are needed" Anika turned the corner as Chad sighed. "I'm needed, I'll be back" "Throuple huh...I think I'd like to just have fun with you, E" You held back a laugh, walking away with a smile and an awkward wink.

Ethan was left a flustered and confused mess, following to find Chad. As for you, you'd finally find the bathroom. Looking at your wine-splashed shirt. It was a familiar view. But instead of blood, it was an innocent drink. You lifted your shirt, your fingers tracing over the two, deep knife scars.

You were lucky to only get two lousy scars, compared to others...you told yourself you didn't have room to complain. After all, you were alive, you made it through the night and you took it to your advantage.

You snapped out of your trance as you heard a familiar voice. Sam, oh shit. "Excuse me" You struggled to push through the crowded hall, bumping into Ethan once you got to the scene. You moving to stand by his side. "Oh shit" you cringed as Sam took her taser to the man's crotch.

"Sam? Are you fucking kidding me? You're stalking me now?" You And Ethan watched in confusion, the dude now on the floor. "Holy shit! It's that psycho girl!" The room filled with laughter, grabbing Ethan's hand as everyone chased Tara.

"Is this like a regular thing in this friend group?" The group walked in unison, you And Ethan behind everyone else. "Yea," you sighed, feet aching with your shoes in your hand. "I like your flower thingy...by the way" "Thanks, made it myself" you took it off your head, handing it to him before stealing the cardboard hat from off his. "Trade me?" "Oh uh...yea" he placed the crown on his head awkwardly, trying to fix his hair as you slipped his hat over your head.

"Looks cute on you" The pink flowers matched with his soft personality, and his flushed cheeks. You on the other hand looked very strange, getting looks from the people that were once staring at Sam and Tara.

"Tara..will you stop?" Sam struggled to catch up with her sister, Tara not giving a fuck. "I cannot believe you did that, you embarrassed me!" "That gut was a dick! He was gonna take advantage of you" "So?!" You rubbed underneath your eyes, knowing that they were about to get into an argument yet again.

It was always like this, they argue just to never make up and argue again. It's a continuous cycle that has never ended. "So?" Sam repeated in shock. "If I wanna hook up with an ass hole that's my decision?! It's my decision" "Okay.." Sam scoffed.

"It's not about you!... You..you were out of my life for 5 years and then you can't leave me alone for 5 minutes" Sams's only and most used "comeback" was that Tara wasn't going to the councilor, That she wasn't dealing with what happened to her. You wondered if she thought the same thing about you, you were worse than Tara with the subject, you had completely blocked out any idea of it with anyone. Sure everyone knew what happened in the back of their head, but it was for the best if no one mentioned it.

"Hey...guys come on" Tara ignored Chad, trying to get them to stop. Tara rambled, even you thought her words were a bit harsh. "You just follow me here and you won't let me out of your sight" "Just...trying to look out for you" You could tell Sam felt defeated, rethinking her actions. "I know...I know you are. But you can't do it for the rest of my life, you have to let me go"

Next thing you knew the smell of cherry coke filled your nose, a drink splashed all over Sam by a random girl. The two were already at it, Sam trying to aggressively go after her, Chad pulling her back. "The fuck is wrong with you?" "You know what you did!" "I didn't fucking do anything!"

You waved at Ethan to follow you, chasing behind Mindy and the rest of the group. "I'm so fucking tired of this!" Tara's eyes watered in frustration, Chad rubbed her back Anika and Mindy holding hands as they walked. You only now realized how alone you were. Sure you'd have some flirty moments with Mindy or Anika but they were purely platonic, you'd never had an actual partner.

"Y/n, I heard what you said to Ethan, not that drunk huh?" She laughed. "He knows I'm kidding...or not. Right E?" "What?" He caught up and you smiled to the ground. "You talked to my bro? Damn, I guess you two would make a good pair" Chad laughed. "No, I don't trust him. He's weird, he always stutters when he talks. He's definitely hiding something" Mindy scoffed.

"I'm right here..." "No, he's just like that with Girls, Man has never experienced female contact" Ethan rolled his eyes, sighing. Mindy also rolled her eyes, she was always stubborn, especially when she was convinced someone was dangerous. "Well I'm gay, so I don't know why he's scared of me" "Maybe cause you're really intimidating, Mindy" Tara turned back, a broken smile back on her face.

"You are...kinda really rude too" "Am not, your face is just annoying to look at" your eyes widened. "Okay you two, cut it out" You all finally got to the apartment, running into your room to take off the wet, uncomfortable shirt. You placed Ethan's hat on your bed, finding a long sleeve and pj pants to switch into.

"Hey, here's your thingy back" he knocked on the door, handing it to you. "Oh, thanks" you grabbed his hat off the bed, giving it back. "I- I think I'm just gonna take it all off, restricting" you agreed. "Yea...plus the party's already over" "I...I'm really sorry about your shirt...by the way" "It's fine, ill just order another one"

"Y/n, hey I think you're gonna wanna see this" Chad called from the living room, you And Ethan rushing to his voice. He called out to Sam who was downstairs, the two of you meeting in the living room in shock. "Cute boy...nice" Quinn smiled and you smirked.

You stared at the Tv, "Also found at the scene were various Ghost Face costumes..." you heart dropped to your ass, you could feel tears start to form in your eyes. "I'm not doing this shit again" you rushed to your room, Sam chasing behind you. "Y/n...Y/n come on we can leave, I'll get tara" "Guys! Wait no! Hold on! No wait, let's talk about this for a second" the two of you had already made your way to the kitchen, knifes in hand.

"This might not have anything to do with us" "Are you serious?" Sam asked. Great, another argument. But this time you sided with Sam. This definitely had something to do with all of you. "It's Halloween! Everybody's wearing masks" "Tara! Tara, this isn't a coincidence!" Your eyes were wide, looking at her trying to find where she found the audacity to say that.

"Tara...we knew him" you spoke up. "He was in one of our classes! We Barley knew him" She scoffed. "Chad, Mindy back us up here" your eyes creased, heart pumping as if you'd just run a marathon. "I mean it is a little bit..." "close to home..." Mindy finished his sentence. "Quinn! Your dad's a cop right? Can you call him and see what's going on? Before you make the dumb ass decision to abandon my college education, and flee the fucking state?" Everyone looked up at Quinn, her Phone to her ear as she called.

You froze as you felt your phone ring in your pocket. Everyone's eyes on you. You slowly took it out, looking at the contact. "Who is it?" You let out a small sigh of relief. "It's just Gale, probably excited about the new book opportunity" you held your face in your palms. "Why'd everyone just freak out when her phone rang?" "You gotta keep up My Dude" you felt your heart beat faster, holding back tears.

"Sam, my dad wants to talk to you" you rushed to your room, closing the door behind you. You fell against it, tears spilling out. You thought you'd finally escaped it, but now your progress was ruined, you were back at square one. It was only bound to get worse, this was just the beginning.

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globaloppaaa · 8 months

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helllloooo!!!!!! I read your matthew and taerae things and they are super cute <33 I was wondering if you could do something similar for yujin? 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

ahh i’m so glad you like them!! thinking of making it a series for the rest of the guys but let me know if that’s something you guys would like!!

yujin things ₊˚🖇️ ✩ ₊˚ 🎧 ⊹

warnings: yujin is aged up in this writing, as i don’t feel the most comfortable writing for/about minors. still, there is no nsfw or suggestive content in this request. some swears are also included.

- is naturally so cute ?? this isn’t something new however yujin’s the kind of guy that just finds purity and sweetness in everything he comes across. ice cream, balloons, confetti, it makes him 100x more endearing because cuteness is his natural aesthetic.

- privately or with close friends though? he’s such a little shit

- will gaslight as much as he needs to get what he wants (which he doesn’t ask for often), but neither you nor the boys can resist him because he does that shy, “feel bad for me” look that’s gets you all worked up.

- CANNOT SIT STILL FOR ONE SECOND omfg- he’s finding all different kinds of ways to take “sitting down” to the next level. he’ll be rolling across the room in your office chair, bouncing on the couch head first, probably kicking his feet against your headboard…or stove..

- gets real up close and personal to your face at the most random moments. you could be sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone and- oh, there’s yujins nose in your business again.

- i’m taking ab these 😑

- on more than just a physical level, this man is always down to know what is going on with your life. pretends to seem uninterested until he finds time alone with you each weekend, where he’ll outright beg for the most recent drama.

- is always prepared, especially when it comes to things you not only need, but might simply want in the moment. forgot a pen? he keeps a few of yours in the front pocket of his bag. thirsty? he’ll drop a juice box at your side out of the blue and you’re left to wonder where the hell he got that from.

- the guy that will never leave you dehydrated, because he keeps a water drinking app on his phone to track you. he likes to make sure you’re taking care of yourself, because not seeing you at your best means yujin isn’t fully at his best either.

“ahhh but if you have this soda we can’t meet your goal for today! 😲”

“FINE, i’ll order a water please. 👹”

- if your female identifying, he also has an app to track your cycle. actually, this man has an app for everything about you, even a personal mood journal, where he can document what you said, did, and how you reacted. yujin loves his apps, and yujin also looooves to take care of you.

- not huge on pda, but he gets a little thrill from small acts of affection that are almost impossible to notice. holding pinkies, tying shoelaces, or zipping up your jacket really make him feel like a daredevil >:)

- calls you noona, doesn’t care if you’re older or younger than him. it’s a natural part of the relationship at this point and you just gotta deal with it. if there’s quite a big age gap between you two he’ll call you noona-baby and it doesn’t make much sense, but when it’s coming from his sweet voice you really can’t complain. 😵‍💫💗

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strangemaleswaps · 8 months

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Strange Beach Body Swap 2

"Are you ready for this?"

"I sure hope so, I'm a little nervous to be honest."

"It's ok. I'll be there for you…just like 20 feet away or so."

I threw on a pair of khaki shorts, my sandals, and headed out the door. Luckily I lived in a condo right next to the beach so I didn't have to walk very far. It was nearly noon - the time we planned to meet up.

2 years ago, I was a college sophomore stuck in a fraternity with asshole frat brothers. That was until I met this weird old man at the beach. He swapped our bodies and I was thrust into his fat beach bod. It wasn't the worst thing ever, though. He was working on pumping his nipples and with how sensitive they were, I discovered what a nipple orgasm felt like. It was crazy good! Since then I continued what he started, and had been pumping my nipples every day. They're huge now! I go for that nipple orgasm all the time. I love it!

But I was still a fat old man for the next 2 years so that did a number on my self esteem at first. I had a whole six pack abs before, along with a perfect body, so nothing I did could compare to that. But I made a few changes that were more my style. I got my ear pierced and grew a goatee. Afterall, old guys really only look good with facial hair. I was balding too so I decided to shave my head entirely, as well as razor it so I could be fully bald.

The one thing I didn't account for was how fat this guy was. He was already pretty chubby when I initially swapped, but I was happy to be free of my strict diet plan. I know I wouldn't look as good as I did before no matter how much I exercised or ate right, so I just stuck with how I was. It wasn't until a month or so that I realized he must've been working out prior to the swap because I noticed an increased weight gain. I still didn't care though, and just let myself go. I went from borderline obese to full on obese. My man tits ended up hanging out a little more and my gut drooped a little lower. My overall body was wider and soon enough I found myself waddling instead of walking.

But none of that mattered in the end because a couple of months after the swap, I met Chase. I decided to go to the bar one day, after finally gaining the confidence to do so. He approached and complimented me on my looks, which surprised me. I guess he had a thing for big guys. We talked a bit and I fell in love with him soon after that. When I told him who I actually was, he believed me right away. I guess with how quirky he is, he's the type that knows everything isn't what it seems.

Since the old man took over my life, I took over his. He was retired and didn't have much going for him, except this sweet condo right next to the beach. It had a king size bed, where Chase and I fucked for the first time. I'm gonna miss this place actually; it was nice. The old man called me a few days ago, scheduling the time for the swap back at noon today. I don't know how he did it originally so I asked Chase to spy on us from a short distance away to see what actually happens - and to make sure he doesn't bail!

We walked outside the condo and hugged one last time, his skinny frame being smothered by my flabby rolls.

"Good luck Ty! I love you!"

"Love you too!"

We split off and I stood around waiting for somebody that looked like me to appear. He said he would wear the same swimsuit he wore 2 years ago - the blue one. I couldn't wait to see how it all went. He thought he could do a better job at standing up to my fraternity brothers and giving me a better reputation so I hope he kept his word! It'll definitely be a weird feeling, returning back to my old life. But he would've graduated for me by now, so at least I don't have to see those idiot frat brothers anymore. And I had Chase of course! He said he would love me no matter what I looked like.

I was looking in the direction of the ocean when I spotted someone wearing the swimsuit I was looking for. I waddled closer to him, and realized that it was my old body. Something was different though - he gained weight! Alot of weight to be exact. My abs were completely gone! Sure he was far from obese, but his belly stuck out and the pecs I once had were soft and fleshy. It looked like he kept my basic appearance the same though, with the exception of a little chin beard. It was weird though, I recognized him for sure, but I didn't really feel like he used to be me. It'd been such a long time that I no longer associated his body with my identity.

"Hey!"

"Hey yourself! How have you been?"

"I suppose it wasn't that bad. That nipple orgasm is something else."

"I can see that. You've been pumping them, haven't you?"

"Yep."

"Good. Good."

"So how did you gain weight that fast? The fraternity would've kicked you out with the slightest bit of fat, but you must've ditched them only a few months ago." His face dropped.

"Well…"

"Well?" No..don't tell me…

"I uh kinda got kicked out…2 years ago."

"What? What the fuck did you do?"

"I tried to be assertive and well, I guess I was more like aggressive. Got into a fight and they kicked me out. Geez, young people are so sensitive now!" I was in disbelief. He didn't improve my life at all, he ruined it!

"Did you…at least graduate?" Please say yes; oh my god.

"Er..no. I kinda just dropped out after that. College is hard!"

"What have you been doing the past 2 years then?!"

"Just getting by really - working, sleeping, jacking off. What I was really doing before. Well, actually I lost my job a few weeks ago."

I can't believe this. What am I going to do once I go back? I'm a college dropout, unemployed, and I can't even use my fit body to do modeling or anything! I didn't want him to know how upset I was in fear he wouldn't swap us back, so I swallowed my anger and changed the subject.

"Well, I guess we better swap then. How did you do it last time?"

"Simple spell. Just lay down and close your eyes." I slowly lowered myself and plopped down on my ass, all my rolls jiggling with the impact. I then lied down for a minute. When I opened my eyes, I was looking at the same fleshy mountain I was used to. What gives? I got up and found the old man talking with Chase.

"That's my boyfriend and you need to swap him back!"

"Boyfriend huh? How the hell did he score with that gross body? I hadn't gotten anyone looking like this!" They noticed me as I waddled up to them.

"Ty, he doesn't want to do it."

"What do you mean?! Swap me back! We had a deal!"

"Sorry, I have something else in mind now." He put his hands on Chase and a white light began pulsating from his hands. Chase didn't respond and looked like he was in a trance. Don't tell me he's trying to swap their bodies?!

"Hey get off of him!" I tried pulling his hands off, but it was as if they were glued to Chase's shoulders.

"Don't even try!" I may have ruined my chances with your body but I can start all over with his!"

"Oh no you don't!" It seemed impossible to pull his hands off, but I kept trying anyway. Suddenly the white light flashed everywhere and his hands were forced off of Chase, as well as mine. When I opened my eyes, I looked down and once again, saw the same saggy belly I'd woken up to for the past 2 years.

"Well, nothing happened…"

"Speak for yourself!" Chase spoke excitedly. He was looking at his hands and rubbing his flat stomach. Shit. That wasn't him. Chase, now in my original body, and the old man, now in Chase's body, looked at each other.

"So that's what I really look like to everyone else. Wow."

"Well I best be going then!" The old man started walking away until I grabbed him and pulled him into a neck hold.

"Not this time! You're going to swap us back for real."

"I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?" I released my grip.

"The spell only works twice. First for a regular swap, and then second for a swap back. It doesn't account for interruptions from a third."

"No way…I…"

"Ty. It's ok." Chase put his hand on my shoulder. "I like you like this. And I think I'll be fine. I'm as flabby as you…almost!" He slapped his belly and shook it up and down, admiring the jiggles. I guess the weight gain is turning him on.

"Yeah. I guess it's fine." He kissed me on the cheek.

"Take care you guys." It was weird seeing Chase's original body walk away from me but I know the real Chase was right here with me, safe and sound. I wonder what it would be like to have sex with your old body…

#strangemaleswaps #body swap #male body swap #male tf #weight gain #strangebeachbodswap

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shackledsagger · 8 months

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(Part 3)

The cops walk us down the hallway, slowly cause we’re both still in heavy chains.

The other guy is a cutie. He is about my age, skinny, clean shaven, and had sexy blonde hair. He had a diamond earring on his left ear, and a thin gold chain around his neck. He wore light blue jeans that sat halfway down his ass exposing his red Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I hope he ends up being my cell mate, and as he walks down the hallway in front of me I stare at his ass the whole time. At the end of the hallway there is another door, which the cops open. We step through into what seems like the central booking area. We’re walked over to a desk. We fill out paperwork, and get our fingerprints taken. Then we are sat down on hard plastic seats and wait for a bit. The other boy notices that the front of my jeans have now fallen below my dick bulge in my underwear and he reaches over and helps me pull them up, taking his time and touching my groin area with his hands. “Thanks bro”

“No problem dawg” he says, with a sexy deep boyish voice.

We sit in the chairs for a bit longer waiting for paperwork to be completed. Behind us in other rows other boys come in and sit down.

“So what they got you locked up in here for bro?” he asks me.

“I’m doing 10 days for driving with a suspended license and missing a court date, what about you?”

“2 weeks for my 2nd DUI. I’ve been arrested twice but this is my first time spending more than just a night in jail.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve been arrested once, only did a night as well”

“what’s your name dawg?”

“Luke, what’s yours”

“Tyler”

Two cops walk over to us and we are lifted out of the seat and walked over to another room that is set up for mug shots. I’m walked in front of the camera and get mine taken, then Tyler gets his taken.

We’re then walked over into another room where we kneel on a bench and finally a cop comes over and takes us both out of our shackles. He takes our hands out first and we place them behind our heads, then I feel him unlock the leg irons.

We both get thoroughly searched and then they hand us two light blue/gray uniforms and have us change into them. We’re allowed to keep our underwear.

The cops leave the room and Tyler and I change into our uniforms. I see Tyler take off his shirt, showing off his abs. Since his jeans sit low I also get to see more of his red boxer briefs, which fit him well and are nice and tight. Then he takes off his jeans and I get to see his big dick bulge. I take off my clothes as well and then we both put our uniforms on. Of course we both only pull our pants up to about halfway up our asses, and so I still get a good view of Ty’s but. Two cops come in and have us face the wall. We are given another pat down and then get handcuffed behind our backs. The cops take us out of the room and down a hallway. They open the door and take us up a set of stairs to the 2nd level. One of the cops unlocks a heavy door that opens into a long hallway with cells on both sides. Tyler and I are walked down the hallway past a bunch of cells that were filled. I hope we end up being put in the same cell.

Near the end of the hallway is a group of empty cells. The cops turn us towards the wall and then one of the cops unlocks the cell. They put us both into the cell and then they slam the heavy door behind us. I’m excited that Tyler is going to be my cell mate, and I can feel myself getting harder (though I was already a little hard just from looking at him). There is an opening in the door that they slide open, and they have us stick our hands out the opening so they can remove our handcuffs. Tyler and I get our cuffs taken off and then the cops leave.

Tyler says “Alright, now we just have to serve our time”. We both sit our asses down on the bench, our underwear touching the hard metal. I had started out so disappointed to go to jail, but with this hot guy Tyler getting to be my cellmate I’m not sure my time will be so bad.

#jail #sagging #cuffed #handcuffs #badboy #arrested #arrest #prison #saggerboy #inmate #gay

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dylansslutt · 9 months

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judas kiss / t.s

part three of dishonest (mini series)

authors note// hi thank you so much for your feedbacks, if i have anything unfinished yall really want another part too please lmk bc i literally have lots of ask/request or even things ive started up & forgot ab or have in my drafts. butt i am going through and finishing out some stuff, i just took a vacation and rlly needed some me time... BUT IM BACK BITCHES!!!

also... holy shit a thousand something followers!!!! thank you guys seeing the endless love and support of my writings has boosted me into starting my own book series ... but thats for another spill. thank you again for following me on my journey of my shitty writings to my development.

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summary: lying about your identity, leads you face to face with the one and only thomas shelby. as chaos unravels much more surfaces as well.

staring in the mirror, feeling the old, yet the familiar feeling of a silk night gown cascading down your body. remembering the time lasted only for a mere few years. years you weren’t happy. the bruises were faded mainly, except the slight pain in your ribs still.

taking small pain killers help.

the day has left you tired leaving the rest of the clothing in the corner of the room. laughing almost as you take in the fact; he really did get you some new clothes. as well as being kind of enough to grab some of your own from your apartment.

which you were notified was absolutely trashed, yet hidden away you found a picture. one of you, your mum and sister. so young... so innocent. the memories of everything was building up.

the gown fit you nicely though, the cloth was soft and comfortable. something you almost forgot what felt like, since being alone on the run . glancing over at the clock noticing it was getting late.

biting your lip softly, things mule over in your head. how thomas was and if maybe, just maybe you two met under a different circumstance. hell even just a re-do of your meetings.

ignoring it as your hair gets tucked behind your ear. deciding to leave this room and not be cooped up.

as you step out, your eyes flicker down the hall. movements halting as your mind comes more clear. he was right there in that room.

the room you’ve seen him enter a mere few times. the light flickers through the crack of the door. it was there. right in front of you.

hand never leaving the door knob, biting your lip in deep thought. happy he got you your clothes from home, as well as a few new items. must’ve gotten help from a lady because there’s no way he chose these alonesome.

shaking these thoughts your feet spring into action. hand beside you now as your focus was on where he was. fist raising to knock on the ajar door. it swings open wider, creaking slightly as thomas sets some papers down.

smoke still in hand as his eyes lift to yours, exhaling the smoke from his lips. he lifts it back up, inhaling again taking in the sight of you. in more different clothing than anything he has seen before. work uniform, one little outfit, and his clothing. you looked good, stunning in a way.

he was as he usually was, expect a bit more exposed.

the anger still present when your wounds become more visible, thankfully more faint now. he’s already sent john to deal with that particular matter, but now he had to deal with some stuff tonight.

“got to look at the stuff, thank you.” giving him a small smiling, trying to make this attempt for a better start forward. needing time to plan future things as your mind hasn’t had a hint of peace.

he nods licking his lips, ashing in the tray.

“can’t have you walking around naked, can we?”

the joke brought a smile small to your lips, as your head thinks about the picture. unaware if he knew it was there or if someone else did the work. his focus is back on the papers making you step in. taking in this private study he enchants himself too; felt like him.

biting your lip softly, the sight of him before you has your mind in another place. he looks like something you saw only moments before. a mirror image of yourself. less battered and bruised on the outside though, yet he was tired. his eyes red, the bottle out in the open. he was more open, more vulnerable.

“y/n?”

you shake your head, a blush crosses your cheeks. “sorry. what ya’ say?”

he holds back his emotion, but his attention is now yours. “i’ve gotta meeting tonight, tomorrow some more to do. until then just stay here, out of harms way for the love of god.”

he stands up and stares at you. your lip ends up between your teeth, feeling a bit nervous. he didn’t sound so serious so fierce, he sounds exhausted. as you were to even fight back, which he noticed.

“if you are up by the time i get home, we should talk.” your eyes narrow at his words, nodding slightly. hands coming up to brush your hair back once more.

“just knock on my door when you get back, thomas.”

with that you open the cracked door wider, rushing out of the room. everything felt too tense too unsettling in there. only when his footsteps become noticeable, you realize he was following you.

heart racing as you reach halfway down the hall, nearing the stairs. for a moment, your eyes flicker to the front door.

the thought crosses your mind. ignoring it as you continue to ‘your’ room desperate that he isn’t actually following. that he would walk himself down those stairs instead.

as you reach the door his presence was there, the defeat leaves you. turning around to face him. his face was inches from yours. something deep in his eyes as he pushes the door open.

“thomas?”

the door closes behind you as he is now only standing in front of you, a heave in his chest almost. “their dead, alright? the men from that night, their gone.”

your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “wh-why are ya’ tellin’ me this?” he comes forward cupping your cheek. the look in his eye is something you’ve seen before. loss.

staying still in his embrace, “i-i don’t want ya’ scared of me... for some fuckin’ reason.”

the confession made your mouth shut completely. “i don’t want ya’ scared at all.” it didn’t feel exactly true but it what was easiest for him to say.

that was until he pulls you onto his lips. hands landing on his chest, mouth moving with his out of instinct. pulling away as you push him back slightly. staring into the eyes of a loss man, knowing this could end terribly.

your chest rises and falls quickly, “i- told ya-”

“tell me to stop then, y/n.” the deep stare between you two leaves something rattling inside of you.��

“i-i get your past. i know mines fucked, but i-...” you trail off biting the inside of your cheek for a moment. the internal debate ends with him pushing forward.

lips on his he pulls you close, your hands around his neck as you both fall back on the bed straddling him. his hands push against your back, deepening the kiss. the hold on you wasn’t harsh, just tight possessive like. as if you were to disappear at any moment.

pulling away for air, his lips trail from your cheek to your neck. the giggle escapes your lips involuntarily, and for a moment thomas sighs. not of boredom and displeasure but of relief.

it made your heart swirl because you felt it too. the non-serious feeling of this. even though it wouldn’t last, it felt real for the moment.

his hand slips down from your waist onto your thighs. eyes flickering back up at you. your hands tug at his shirt, him taking the hint to remove it. the bare chest was there and now you could really look at it.

“thomas.”

his hand grips the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. he flips you over and he holds himself up against you. your back against the bed, other hand trailing between your thighs, you just as desperate for his touch.

he lifts the gown up slowly, teasing you with his touch. his head drops into the crane of your neck, kissing it softly before tugging your panties down softly. a soft gasp escapes you and he whispers something in your ear.

“so fuckin’ beautiful.”

your eyes roll back as he swirls your clit, the sensation incredible. “fuck.”

“taste good too.”

he enters a finger before he slowly moves his body down. his motion was slow and you whine when he leaves you. looking down seeing him between your thighs now, inches from you. his eyes flicker up, the blue prominent.

“impatient ay’?” your hand flies into his hair. trying to ignore the urge to roll your eyes,

“did ya’ forget that already?”

without another word his tongue swirls around you, a soft moan leaves you. he continues but slowly adding a finger. your calves press into his shoulders more, leaving his tongue to move slightly faster.

“oh th-” he slides another finger in making your words cut short, back arching off the bed slightly. giving him access to push your gown up above your breast. his hand comes back down around your thighs, feeling them shake around him.

unable to take it anymore your hand pushes at his head, but he holds it down instead. speeding up as your stomach drops, a moan leaving your throat. liquid coats his fingers and tongue as he stands up completely.

“do ya’ love anyone y/n?” the question caught you off guard. your breathing uneven coming down from your high; his pants drop and your body felt even more turned on.

“never really had a chance to experience love. probably doesn’t exist.” you confess the mere summary as you spread your shaky legs. his grip on them tightens, moving you closer to him.

he stares down at you in a way that you truly didn’t understand. “i like ya’, ms.solomons.” he confesses as he spits down on you. the action so dirty, but the confession so clean.

“just y/n, thomas.” the intent was known and he kisses your knee before moving. the feeling of him entering you slowly, made you grip his arm that held your waist.

“i sometimes-” you stutter out as he rocks against you slowly, fighting to keep your eyes open.

“i sometimes like to believe it could be true.”

he leans forward, the angle deeper than before as he kisses you deeply. his free hand coming to cup your jaw. his hips pick up speed leaving you a moaning mess in his mouth.

he was gentle, taking in what you reacted too. this wasn’t your first time but he felt as if you were innocent in a way. your eyes flicker up to him before you tug your dress over your head.

leaving you both completely exposed, “it’s true.” he confesses pulling away, turning holding you up against him as he lays down. your knees against the bed as he bucks up into him.

“ya’ crazy mr.shelby.” he pushes your hips down even more leading to the familiar feeling arise again. your nails sink in his shoulder, biting your lip clinging to him.

“say’s the one who’s dead.” you try to get a witty remark out but your orgasm spreads, feeling yourself starting to clench.

“yet ya’ look so fucking alive around me.” the wetness spreads down your thighs as he doesn’t let you go. “m-maybe i feel alive- with ya’.” the deep moan leaves you, the feeling of your bare chest touching had you in a whirl.

he’s buried deep in you as you cling to him, almost in tears overstimulated. you beg him. “tho-thomas. i-”

“so fuckin’ good.” his his shake slightly, as he leans back staring into your eyes. “do you trust me?” at how you were feeling you’d trust anything. your eyes flutter but you nod.

he stutters into you as his releases inside you making your eyes widen. pulling back panting as his eyes connect with yours. two different looks.

“wh-what did you do?”

“do ya’ trust me?” the logic in the room was clearly not there because without a second thought you nod again. he kisses you softly, “be mine. stay alive and i promise ya’ everything you could need.”

you pull yourself out of him, wincing at the feeling. your eyes stare into his, as the covers surround you,

“but you don’t love me.”

his eyes drop slightly, “i can see somethin’ in you. i need someone like ya’, think of this as something good.” you feel so exposed staring at him in disgust. “ya’-ya’ just came in me, who knows if i’ll get pregnant! thi-this is not gonna end well. what the fuck were ya’ thinking?”

“what the fuck was i thinkin’? oh my go-”

he sits up, “i’m thinking fuckin’ smart! ya’ know this shit, i am rising y/n, i need a wife and i need someone who can be that wife.” you stare at him and stop for a moment. it cut off your overthinking for a moment.

it wouldn’t be real but it could be. yet either way you could be safe... you could be free of being on the run. you could be alive.

“i need to think on it? i-i can have your answer tonight.” your words tremble slightly as you slip your gown on, facing away from him. “hey.” his hand lands on your shoulder.

your flinch makes him wince, scooting closer to you. covered up with the sheets. “i haven’t asked just anyone this question. this is fuckin’ insane but i-i do like ya’. we can figure this shit out because you know it’s true.”

“you need me just as much as i need you.” you mutter as a small smile appears on your lips, “i need a shower for a fact and nap thomas. you have somewhere to be, should get going.”

his hand leaves yours taking your hint, “i’ll knock on your door tonight. get some rest.”

after he redresses and the door closes behind him, the tears stream down your cheeks. you wanted him but you were so scared and conflicted.

your answer was yes from the moment you realize he was as stubborn as you but you were now a ghost.

you were laid down, the candles still lit allowing thomas to see your image. he walks closer but you were barely asleep. he sits down beside you and sighs heavily.

he doesn’t know you’ve woken up, and his energy was strong. you figured thomas shelby out and for a man to keep you around long enough...

you knew from the beginning you liked this man, but being ‘dead’ has made you believe any. any of that type of thing was impossible. slowly you turn over, facing the man who stares ahead.

“eric is tryin’ to be a political man. if ya’ know alfie, imagine a sickenin’ no good bastard times a billion.... as him.” the words made thomas sit a bit straighter. you felt vulnerable now, half asleep tucked into a new home.

you had to give a answer.

“i’ve looked him up, he isn’t much and from what i’ve heard. alfie really doesn’t give two fucks for him.” the way he settles his sentence lets you know that eric is no threat. to you or himself in any aspect.

“charlie’s mother, i-i won’t ask you to speak of her.” you sit up now, thomas takes in your sleepy appearance. “if i take on that boy as my own. i will love and teach him as my own, but you have to tell me about her so he can know his true mother.”

your eyes swell up slightly. “she won’t be forgotten in your mind ever, i know that. so let me learn, let me be there for you so i don’t go crazy. so i-i can do better...”

the words hit thomas and he only shifts to maintain his composure. you don’t notice since your emotional more so, but he knows he did right choosing you.

“i have a story, everything about how to make you ‘undead’ since your job at it wasn’t the best.” that made your eyes look up at him. “i know ya’ can’t be her, but i do have some’ towards you.”

his hand reaches out to cup your face. “she wanted some of the stuff you did as well...”

the deep stare was all that was needed, you let this moment last. he was gone when he lost her. loosing her was loosing apart of himself. you accepted it because you truly knew love was not meant for you in this lifetime.

slowly breaking the moment, lips almost trembling but your composure well gathered now. “if we do this- ya’ can’t treat or make me out to be some fool of a house wife. i-i’m more than that and i’ll be damned to be one of your puppets.”

moving out of his reach makes you ache for it more yet thomas sees something within you. you were sorta like polly sometimes. strongly determined woman.

“ya’ help me stay together, ya’ help me keep this household together... my family together and whatever ya’ want is yours.” flickering from each eye, he awaits your response and you nod.

“i agree, to be your wife. i agree to hold your secrets, now for i wish to get rid of the jewish ways though... go back to the gypsie ways. please.” your desperation was without notice and he kisses you.

kissing you felt like kissing grace.

setting down the glass of whiskey, your eyes train along the inside courier. everything was simple, everything was different. charles was taken to bed not too long ago, you didn’t see much of him but it made you think.

too take on this responsibility was what you were raised for. yet you ran from it because eric was a vile man... so is thomas. your heart aches though due to the surprising feeling erupting yourself; that you may just like the man ever so slightly.

with your past and his it felt like you both being so fucked up, it could work? sighing heavily and grabbing the glass once more. the liquid slips down your throat as you enjoy the peace of true alone time.

telling his maid, well lady of help to head to sleep since you were up. if charles was to awake you could handle it or if need be. get her up. charles really ponders through your mind, for you would be like a mother.

you could be his mother, yet you would never wanna replace his true mother. what was she even like? what did she view or believe? what the hell did she see in thomas shelby?

he said she was a bit like you, in what fucking way?

you move and see her painting and you looked nothing of her. she looked of class and elegance, some real princess shit. you didn’t compare to that, so what motive was this?

make me alive again, was this his plan? biting your lip you throw back the remaining liquor. rolling your eyes at the empty cup, you head towards the kitchen.

smiling to yourself of the kindness that francis left out the bottle for you. moving forward you almost reach the counter but you were hit over the head. your body hit the ground harshly, the glass breaking surrounds you.

it flashes back to the moments of your mothers death. yet before you could react you were hit again, and the darkness overtook you.

you awoke in a moving vehicle, head pounding your face contorts in displeasure. trying to focus your vision, your eyes land on a priest as well as a few other men.

“hello miss solomons.” the priest smiles wickedly and you stare back unfazed, or atleast as much as you could appear.

“well you see, there’s so many ways this here can go. yet as of right now, you are actually of great use.” his tone menacing and your head was spinning.

you try desperately to maintain eye contact with his. unsatisfied with your response of nothing; he nods as one of his men move forward. the hit makes your head sling to the side. blood literally splattering onto the window beside you.

the taste of blood in your mouth has became a all too familiar feeling. as you let your head hang lowly, you over hear someone mutter. “we are almost there.”

moving your hand to wipe your chin, seeing the back of your hand covebloody finally angers you. not knowing where this was going, you finally look back up. “i think we might just have to use the boy instead.”

your heart drops, distracted now. the boy? of course it had to be...

“what boy?” you finally speak, it slightly muffled due to your severe swollen lip. this gets the mans reaction. “she speaks!”

“what boy?” you question again, feeling a sense of protectiveness all of a sudden. what is going on with you?

“ahh, mr.shelby’s boy. ya’ see we have a deadline, and i do have orders with him. oh i spoke to your cousin mr.solomons... he does seem to have a keen interest of seeing you.”

sitting back you take in everything, the deep wrenching pain in your chest over came you. ”didn’t mention if it meant alive or dead, though. dear.”

tears fill your eyes, as you realize everything. this was all a lie, a pawn, a game.

“yet your price is a wager, does thomas care more for your safety or does your cousin? or i could merely kill you now and just let you be what you so ‘desire’.��

his words let everything truly settle now. you never escaped. you just switched paths.

it almost could make you laugh, until it did. you looked crazy and stupid but you were laughing, hysterically almost. wincing at your lip throbbing, heaving out as your head pounds from the movement. you stare into the mans eyes dazed. he stares back at you in discomfort but looks away.

thomas got his own kid into this shit. he better have this all figured out. dizzy from the amount of hits to the head you’ve taken. you look back over and see the man on your right snatching out two pills. eyes widening slightly as you try to move back.

“what is that? wh-wha-no!” the men hold you down, your kicks and hits defenseless. the pills shoved in your mouth. water forced down your throat whilst your nose was plugged, left you choking on the water. forcing you to swallow.

yet they continue it for a few seconds longer, leaving you to start choking horribly. knowing it was swallowed, you were let go finally. shaking and drenched in water, you wildly swing your fist forward.

pure rage in hitting the man on the right. your leg kicks the other guy, before you hit the priest once. a strong hit leaves you slumped, mind swirling until you were no longer able to stay awake.

a strong jerk makes your eyes flicker open. charles was crying softly, making you ignore your own pain. sitting up you look at the man holding him. out of it but desperate you plea.

“give him to me. please, i-i was a mother, i know how to make him stop.” you lie out of instinct but the man seems irritated and hands charles over with ease. ignoring their looks as we come to a stop.

pressing a soft kiss to his head, you hold him soft rocking him softly. your watch the men get out of the vehicle, it was dark out now and your head hurt so bad.

keeping it together for the sake of charles, you try to stay focused. the priest man comes back and you clutch charles more tightly, charles surprisingly soothes down within your hold.

“come on, lets go.” knowing what happen last time, you slowly move out the car, careful with charles the cold wind hits your skin for your only in a nightgown and light sweater. which was blood stained.

the darkness led you to follow him, but soon a room with light appears. you sat down as instructed, feeling the light make your head hurt worse. you notice the two other guys didn’t follow through and he was now alone.

trying not to move, you let charles sit beside you. oddly enough he gave charles something to eat while you stay silent. he looks up at you with a smile.

“the deal is all taken care of, you will be taken care of soon.”

this sick bastard. he gets up suddenly looking back at me, “stay here.” the tone was threatening and you nod softly. scared of what might happen, you sit quietly listening in hard.

moments pass before you heard the words uttered, “please don’t shoot.” you fly up, feeling dizzy from the quickness, glancing back seeing if charles will be okay.

moving forward grasping the wall beside you, as the spots slowly fade from your vision. following the way he took trying to listen in on where the sounds were coming from.

moving quicker at the noise of grunting and painful sounds, ignoring your own pain. you round the corner, taking in the sight of the priest guy fighting a younger guy.

in the oddest moment you notice a hat, the familiar hat. the cap thomas had, a similar one on the ground. “you know who your fucking messing with?”

he throws the guy against a bench, swinging on him. both hands wrap around his throat in such a swift motion. the look on his face reminded you of what yours probably looked like. without thinking you grab a nearby book.

“i’ll take the fuckin’ life from ya’.” you throw the book, it missing your goal hitting him in the back. “leave him the hell alone!” rushing forward, as he turns around one arm coming out. his elbow hits you harshly making you fly back.

hitting the side of a bench, your ribs aching out from the movement. not even knowing what you hit, you stay on the floor. tears leave your eyes unwillingly from the pain.

flying back the back of your head slams into a bench, rolling over sideways. in a slump, you barely were able to make out what was in front of you. all the damage to your head, you knew in nursing this was severe.

“both of ya’ gypsie bastards” without a second thought, the man slices the priest eye. him stumbling back in pain, as the younger man kept coming and coming at him.

“melanie?” you call out as you swore you heard her voice. snapping out of it at the slam open of doors.

two men emerge from a door, too much in pain to handle that situation. trying to push up, hearing the sound of charles cries. “charles.” you gasp out, completely remembering the boy.

managing to get up shakily, moving forward only to stop momentarily. taking in the sight of the bloody mess of the once alive priest. the image locks you in, before you turn back. your were weak and slow but you reach charles.

collapsing beside him leaning back against a near wall. ignoring everything in the world, for it was too much to bare. how odd you found yourself near something of pure innocence; after the chaos you just endured.

charles babbles as you softly sob, “oh charles.”

“it’s alright.” the mans voice spoke, stopping you momentarily. you went silent uncertain exactly anymore of anything. despite everything though you speak up.

“thank ya’.” your tone hush as if you weren’t bold to speak loud. the man sighs out and you wince.

“but ya’ gotta get th-thomas.” the words slip out weakly, eyes flutter as they gaze upon the boy. not even noticing he came around the corner. blood soaked and shaken up, trying desperate to stay focused.

“i’m michael, i’m tommy’s cousin.”

so simple, which was all that was needed. “y/n solomons.” he helps you up, you lean against the wall as he scoops charles up. “hold onto my arm, there is a car outside.”

managing to get inside, but once settled your body slumps. you try to stay up, but the tiredness takes over.

still out not noticing you arriving at the shop, or that michael already took charles inside to the rest of his family. he notified them of you. ada and polly knew for they were the ones who helped you get your clothing.

thomas spoke of you to arthur once.

michael ends up carrying your lifeless looking form inside. polly rushing out orders, ada making a place for you to lay. you were set down and polly pushes your hair out of the way examining you, but when she touches you.

her heart sank. for no reason apparent it just did.

“someone call thomas.” and the cheerful glee of happiness of charles was apparent but the dark silent loom of your appearance was one of unease.

“mum, sh-she helped save him.” he confessed out to polly, who let out a sigh. “well call the damn doctor as well, for christ sakes.”

your eyes flutter open slowly, “charles?”

polly grasp your hand, “he’s safe dear, your both safe now.”

“n-no my head. i can’t my head.” you groan in agony, and your heart aches. “thomas?”

the room went silent. “tho-thomas?” polly speaks up, “he’s on the way.” yet after those words your eyes roll back. “the doctors on the way!” ada calls out and polly sighs in worry for the girl.

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gildeddlily · 1 year

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new bsd chapter for my life (my life, it's in danger) (finally happy) (not really)

scared of you bf? Ig it's ok if he's a vampire (still trying to understand why he drank his own blood. one could say because of his promise, but drinking blood doesn't mean killing someone- and he has bitten ppl before (and why should he have to drink atsushi's blood? we don't know much ab how vampires really works, except how they turn into one, so))

"Come forward" google translate translation levels guys alr Atsushi since you're his rival you're gonna take care of him we've understand. you shouting "Its' me!" "I still have to ask you why you saved me" (CAUSE HE LOVES YOU BBY) it's breaking my heart. you having flashbacks of his literal death is worse (he thought akutagawa died so yeah he has his reasons to be scared) but they're gonna fight, and Atsushi will hate it, because for the first time Akutagawa will come at him with all he has because of someone else's control, not his own will

I need him to sleep and be ok and recover and be happy with his silly little friends and do his silly little pranks and be his silly little self what we really need is soukoku's reunion. no. Chuuya will not kill him. Asagiri told me himself

GO SIGMA KILL THE RATMAN if Fyodor somehow tried to manipulate him into believing Dazai manipulated him I'm gonna leave my fyodor fanclub. not cool man (he's so cute tho) (except the iPad kid panel)

TJE REAL STAR IS HERE

BRAM MY LOVE I WAS WAITING FOR YOU COME COME BACK AND YOU DID he's so beautiful as always (vampire-capable. because it plays-needs to protect-oh no. my translation abilities are something else (ty google lens you're pretty much useless))

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powerfultenderness · 2 years

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omg halloween fics im so excited! my first thought was the gang deciding to not dress up as anything spooky bc one member is comically afraid of the season, they go the wholesome route and all agree to dress as their heroes. peacemaker shows up in full 70s glam rocker costume. vigilante is, of course, dressed as peacemaker. and you show up in an adorably makeshift vigilante costume! hes saved your life a dozen times, of course hes your hero!!

Don't You Get It?

Rated: T+

Pairing: gn!Reader/Adrian Chase

Summary: When the Adebayo’s request non-scary costumes at their Halloween party this year, you and Adrian are forced to get a little creative.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2192

A/N: Ah, ty for this suggestion! I liked it so much that it got a little out of hand and I had to cut out a couple of scenes! 😅

🔪[#Vigilante Halloween Masterlist] 🕊

[Masterlist]

[Dividers]

“No. Fucking. Way!”

“What?” Leota called after you as you dashed further into the clothing section of the store.

When she caught up with you, you spun around with an excited flourish as you held up a black tee shirt. It had Vigilante’s signature chevron pattern printed on the chest.

“Do you think Adrian gets a cut of the sales?”

She laughed as you put the shirt back on the rack and grabbed one in your size.

“How? They can’t just send a check to “Vigilante”. It would be cool though, maybe he'd be able to quit his job.”

You snorted out a laugh and dropped the shirt in your basket. “Can you imagine Vig as a full time crime fighter? You thought he was wanted on multiple counts of murder before?”

“You’re right. Fennel Fields keeps him humble. I can’t believe you’re actually buying that.”

“I don’t know how, or when, but one day it’ll come in handy.”

She laughed and moved onto the next section of the store.

That was a couple of months ago. “Summer of Super Heroes” the store called their little promotion. There had been clothes based on other heroes, of course. Mostly Batman and Superman, but locations with local heroes also got merchandise based on them. Peacemaker and Vigilante had been hailed as heroes after the whole Butterfly incident, so they also had merchandise. It wasn’t much, it looked like you missed all of the Peacemaker merchandise, but you were lucky enough to snag a Vigilante shirt before it sold out.

Now Halloween was approaching and the Adebayo’s were hosting a party in which they were requesting no scary costumes.

“I can’t believe I can’t go as Leatherface!” Adrian complained while you stitched him up from his latest recklessness.

It hadn’t been an official ARGUS mission, but you had a major soft spot for the vigilante, so you gave him a standing offer to help him out whenever he needed, and he needed help often. According to him, even your band-aids were somehow even better than his!

“I was gonna bring a chainsaw and everything! It’s not fair! I can’t even use a chainsaw on pretend bad guys!”

You finished up, double checking your work just for the chance to subtly run your fingers across his incredibly chiseled abs. “I don’t think there are going to be many pretend bad guys anyways, V.” You started and pulled your hands away from his warmth and removed your gloves. “Remember Adebayo suggested that we come as our hero or something.”

"That's so lame!"

You started to tidy up your med kit while he tossed a shirt on. “Hmm.”

“What?” He asked once his head popped through his shirt.

“Nothing, really. I just thought you’d be jumping at the chance to dress up as Peacemaker.”

He loudly gasped and his eyes went wide.”You’re right! It’s not lame!” But just as quickly as he had changed his mind, he returned to pouting. “But, where am I going to get a Peacemaker shirt in time?!”

“Just buy a red shirt.”

“But it’s gotta have the dove of Peace on it!”

“Paint it on?”

“It won’t look good if I do it!” He huffed, “can you do it?”

“Hmm, probably not well.” You conceded.

He whined and pouted again, so you continued to spin ideas for him. You couldn’t have your favorite boy feeling all sad, no matter how cute he looked.

“Doesn’t Chris have multiples of that shirt? Just use one of those?”

He looked at you dubiously. “I know you think I’m big and muscly,” he was, “but P’s shirts won’t fit me! It’ll look stupid if it’s all baggy!”

“Okay. Tell you what, if you can get one of his shirts, I can do a bit of tailoring and bring it in for you.”

“Really?” He gasped and leaned forward on the desk he was sitting on.

“Yea. I’ll even let it back out after the party so he doesn't get mad at you for ruining one of his shirts.”

“You can do that?”

“Pretty easy, actually.” You nodded.

“You’re so cool!” He hopped off the desk and pulled you up into a big hug. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” He rocked you from side to side as he continued to hug you.

“Calm down, Vig!” You winced from how loud he was.

He dropped you with an apology and a wide smile gracing his lips, then helped you clean and lock up before leaving Henenlotter in a rush, presumably to borrow one of Peacemaker’s shirts.

The next day he texted you saying that he got a hold of one of Peacemaker’s shirts and he was going to drop it off at your place. It was later than you expected when he actually showed up, but considering he was wearing his Fennel Fields uniform, you guessed he just got off of work.

“Hey,” he greeted as you let him in. “Can I change here?” He motioned to the duffel bag in his hands, one you’d seen many times before and knew to contain his Vigilante suit.

“Sure.” You took the Peacemaker shirt from him and tossed it on the back of your couch. Then you grabbed the measuring tape you set out for when he got there. “But before you put your Vigilante suit on, let me take some measurements.”

“Ok!” He said cheerily, but he walked away towards your bathroom.

“Oh…no.” you blinked, “I meant…” well he was already in the bathroom…

Sure enough, a minute later he returned to the living room in nothing but his tactical pants and socks. Not that you were going to complain.

It surprised you (not for the first time) how soft his skin was. Usually when you patched him up, you wore gloves, robbing you of the feeling of his skin. But now, as you took his measurements, you were reminded of just how soft his skin was. So few scars actually covered his body, despite how often he got hurt. You’d only been around the team for a few months, a more than welcome field medic, and by all accounts, he should have way more scars, but even the wound you stitched up last night was nothing but a light pink blemish that was sure to fade completely rather soon.

“Do you have a costume yet?” He asked once you let him go. He sat down on the couch and started to slip on the rest of his suit.

“Uhm, not really.” You half lied. You had an idea, and you were pretty certain you could get all the components for the costume from your existing wardrobe.

“Oh! If you want, I can borrow another shirt from Peacemaker and we can match!”

His smile was so cute that you almost felt bad for shooting him down. But there was no way you were going to wear a Peacemaker costume! “No thanks, I’ll think of something before the party.”

“Aww! How awesome would it be if we were both Peacemaker though?”

You chuckled and steeled your nerves. Honestly, if he kept that up you might just give in. “Maybe we can wear matching costumes next year?”

You were running a little late to the party. A quick text to Adebayo meant that no one was worried, though Adrian kept texting you updates on the party and sent a few pictures as well. (You may have saved the selfies that he sent. He just looked so happy and so good that it was hard to resist!)

The party was in full swing by the time you arrived. It wasn’t just the 11th Street Kids, but some of Keeya’s friends and coworkers as well as some of their neighbors. So it was a bit hectic when Leota answered the door. She was balancing a bowl of candy in one arm and a dog in a doctor costume in the other.

“Hey! Happy Halloween! Come on in!”

You followed her in with an enthusiastic greeting.

The dog in her arms started to squirm so she motioned to a room off the side of the entryway. “You can put your coat and hat down in there.”

“Alright.” You didn’t bother to correct her, that the plain black baseball cap that you wore was part of your costume, as you headed for the room she pointed to.

Before you even opened the door, you heard your name yelled from across the party.

Adrian had spotted you walking in, in fact he’d been eagerly checking his phone for a text from you and watching the door every time the doorbell rang. He quickly caught up with you as you entered what you assumed was a small guest bedroom, if the twin bed tucked in the corner and piled with coats was anything to go by.

He started to excitedly tell you how everyone, even Peacemaker, said his costume looked so good. And that because of your tailoring Peacemaker hadn’t even noticed that he borrowed a shirt from him in the first place!

“Wait, you didn’t even tell him you were borrowing his shirt? Adrian, isn’t that stealing?” You teased him as you dropped your coat with the others on the bed.

“No! It’s not technically stealing because…” he stopped talking as he took in your costume.

Once you had the Vigilante shirt, it was easy to put together a Vigilante costume, as you already owned tactical pants and combat boots.

You raised a brow at his sudden silence. “Adrian?”

“...Holy shit. You’re dressed as me?”

“Yea!” You smiled, then pulled up the black neck gaiter you were wearing and popped on a pair of red sunglasses. “What do you think?”

“...You’re dressed as me.”

You blinked and started to get a little concerned that he was repeating himself. “Yea..? Not enough? Too much?”

“No. I don’t think you understood what Adebayo said. We’re supposed to dress up as our heroes.” He emphasized his point by clapping his hands together.

You looked down at your costume before looking back up at him. “Yea dude, I got that. We had a whole conversation about it while I was giving you stitches, remember?”

He gave a little frustrated growl, like you weren’t understanding him, and scrunched up his face. “But you’re supposed to dress up as your hero! And you’re dressed up as me!”

You took off your sunglasses and pulled the mask down so he could see your face clearly. “Adrian, Vigilante has saved me at least a dozen times, if not more! You saved me. So of course you’re my hero.”

He swallowed, “o-oh…”

You broke the slightly awkward silence that followed with a quiet cough. “But if you want me to change or something, I’m sure Leota has some-”

“No! No. I just, uhmmm…” Adrian was looking up as he tried to think of something, anything, to say. His blush no longer stained his cheeks because of frustration, but you had just called him your hero.

“I look that good, huh?” You giggled a little nervously as you copied the Peacemaker hero pose (that you’re pretty sure he just made up) that he kept doing in the pictures he sent you.

That seemed to snap him out of his stupor and he grinned at you. “Well you are dressed as the second coolest hero!”

“What? I’m totally dressed up as the first coolest hero!”

He blushed even more, even the tips of his ears were turning pink, and looked down at his feet.

“Which makes what I’m about to do a little weird.” You finished and flipped your hat backwards.

He looked up and tilted his head in that cute way he always did when he was confused. “What are you about to do?” “This.” You quickly kissed him, just a little peck of the lips.

You meant to kiss him and dash off to the party to deal with however he felt about you kissing him later, but he quickly grabbed your hips and pulled you close to him.

He dropped his forehead to yours, his nose lightly bumping against yours and he grinned. “Eat peace, motherfucker.”

You snorted out a laugh, unable to control your chuckling until he kissed you. He was smiling against your lips, laughing with you even as he nipped at your bottom lip.

“Nu-uh! You guys are not having sex in here!” Leota yelled as she stood in the doorway pointing at the two of you.

You and Adrian jumped apart slightly, but he managed to keep one hand on your back, as you looked at Leota in surprise, neither of you heard her open the door.

“We weren’t going to have sex!” You protested her assumption.

“We weren’t?”

You coughed quietly and looked at him. “Well, not here, anyways!”

Which meant that you were open to have sex with him anywhere else! “Awesome!”

Leota eyed you, though you could see the amusement in her eyes, and ushered you out of the room.

You weren’t sure what was sweeter, the candy you kept munching on, or how closely Adrian was glued to your side for the rest of the night.

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#vigilante x reader #adrian chase x reader #vigilante halloween

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lovedazai · 4 months

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im a little late but just had to chime in and say that a previous nonnie was so right about ur trademark being a big sis <3 i can't explain how much i look forward to every single notification i get from ur blog bc it just feels so cozy and safe!! you've inspired me sm ty for being our big sis <33

how do i always get the sweetest asks in the world im hugging all of u so close to me rn !! collecting all my little sibling nonnies <3 <3 <3 every time i get an ask ab how u guys love looking at my blog it makes me feel so special (∩ ⸝⸝ ∩) im so happy my blog is so cozy for u, i feel like its a little apartment i need to decorate & make sure its cute & comfy !! ty for being such a sweetheart nonnie this ask made me so so happy, i read it over & over again <3 <3

#valentines #but ive inspired U???#pls im going to melt. i love u

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fairy-tale-writer · 2 years

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Saving Water Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Prompt: Shower Sex with Leona

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When you asked to train with Leona he was at first skeptical thinking you would be just an annoying nuisance to train with, but he was willing to give you a shot.

It turned out you were more of a distraction than a nuisance, but a distraction in one of the best ways possible to motivate him. It was almost like you were purposely teasing him by wearing tight athletic pants and tying your oversized workout shirt into a crop top.

He would purposely jog behind you just to see your ass bounce in the leggings as you ran laps with him around the campus. The lion would glare at anyone who dared to stare at you for a second too long.

It was public that you and Leona were a couple, but it was mostly clear by the lion's possessive nature. Chances are if they were trying to find Leona, they could find him with you.

If he was feeling envious, he would wrap his arm around your waist as he walked you to classes. During naps out in the gardens, they would find him resting his head on your lap as he snoozes or at least you being near him.

If Leona was feeling especially threatened, he wouldn't hesitate to pin you against the wall and kiss you hard, that is if you don't mind.

So it was no surprise that working out, he made sure you were close to him or with someone he highly trusted so no idiot would make you feel uncomfortable.

When he needed a squatter for doing bench presses, he could smell your sweet scent as you were bent over him. A herbivore could never understand how the scent of a romantic partner did things to a carnivore like him.

How he longed to lap at the sweat beads trailing down your neck before they could dip into the cleavage of your breasts. It was a very good thing he had his sweatshirt tied around his waist to keep from exposing the hard-on he would get every time he smelled your scent. This time it was almost like you were tempting him, leaning over him with a devious smile.

"You seem distracted, Leona," You teased.

"Distracted?" He huffed as he lowered the weights, "Maybe it's because I'm tired from you waking me up so early...or maybe it's because I have a pretty lady hovering over me."

"Aww, you think I'm pretty?" You teased.

Leona grinned and finished another set.

"I wanted to come early anyway, I hate when the other guys stare at me as I work out. It makes me feel like I'm a slab of meat." Leona's eyes narrowed.

"Tt, just tell me and I'll make sure they feel like the slab of meat." Leona snarled.

"I know you will." You giggled.

You slipped out of his sight, but he was unaware you were circling around him until he felt a weight on his abdomen. The lion nearly dropped the weights on himself as his eyes darted down.

You were straddling his lower waist, your hips grinding down onto his hard-on.

"Y-You-!"

"Oh? How long have you had this for?" You teased.

He could barely feel your hips grinding down against his through the sweatshirt and pants.

"Damn-! Herbivore!" He hissed, showing his sharp teeth.

Try as he might, he couldn't lift the weight back up off of his chest, his hands holding onto the bar kept the pressure off his sternum. He snarled knowing you had him pinned to your mercy.

"What's the matter? Is the kitty a little stuck?" You teased, leaning down until your lips barely touched.

When Leona tried to lift his head up, the bar stopped him from claiming his kiss. The smell of you was intense, he could smell the lust dripping off of you like rain drops to flower petals. Your fingers traced from his pectorals down his waist until they arrived to the hem of his shirt. You pushed up his shirt revealing his tan skin with firm abs. It was amazing how with his diet and laziness with minimal exercise he could have such a fit figure. You pushed his shirt up until you could see his dark nipples, erect and aroused. With a gentle pinch of your thumb and finger, Leona bit back a moan.

"Well, that's not satisfying." You pinched both dark buds and Leona moaned, bucking his hips.

"That's better."

"I swear Herbivore--once I get out from under this bar I swear-"

"You'll what, Leona? Right now if I'm not mistaken you are the one trapped." You teased, tracing his areola.

You hummed and leaned down to gently bite his nipple. Leona moaned pushing his hips into yours. You suckled on it for a moment before pulling away with a pop. His cock was throbbing under the layers feeling your warm saliva cool on his chest.

"I can feel how hard you are, baby." You grinned.

"St-Stop! You--fuck! You fucking brat!" Leona snarled.

"I don't think I'm gonna." You reached into his pants and slipped your fingers into his underwear.

"Ngh! Fuck!" Leona found his head spinning at your dominance.

He was most of the time the dominant one, unless he was far too lazy or you woke him up with a blow job or a hand job. But he never was defenseless to do anything except snarl and spat at you to stop.

With a smirk you pulled out your hand to lick his precum off your fingers. Once you were satisifed your hand was wet enough, you returned to giving him the hand job.

"Fuck! I'm going to cum!"

"Thank you for helping me, Jack."

Just when Leona was going to cum, you could hear voices just outside the gym door. In the blink of an eye you slipped your hand out of his pants, yanked Leona's t-shirt down, and scrambled off of him. As the door opened you helped Leona place the weights back onto the rack. Leona sat up glaring at you as the door opened revealing Jack and Epel.

Leona snarled, "You little-"

"Thanks for a good work out, Leona." You blurted. Behind your back you were wiping off his precum against your shirt.

"Oh, Good Morning Leona, (Name), I'm surprised to see you both are up so early." Jack greeted.

"We wanted to get our work-out in before there was a lot of people." You answered.

"Makes, sense." Leona narrowed his emerald eyes at Epel.

The poor boys cheeks were blushing red as his eyes were fixated on your shirt. Living in the small village with mostly elder folks, it must be quite a sight for young, virgin eyes to see a woman's midriff and cleavage. You didn't seem to take notice, shifting your legs back and forth, but Leona could see you were rubbing your thighs together.

"I'm going to go take a shower, I'll see you guys later!"

Leona watched the way your hips teasingly swung as you walked over to the door. The other two boys seemed to take notice as well.

The prince huffed before standing and lazily walking to the door as well.

"Leona, where are you going?" Epel asked.

"To take a shower," He answered.

'But, (Name)-" Before the boy could finish the door slammed shut.

Epel glanced at Jack with visible confusion, "There is only one gender shower..."...

You were struggling to remain quiet as your fingers rubbed at your aching clit under the shower stream. To cause Leona to moan like that, was like experiencing a wet dream come to life. Hearing his grunts and groans as he worked out, seeing his muscles flex and sweat drip; it made you light-headed.

Leona had this smell, like a dark and spicy, rich cologne scent that was nearly at the border-line of being overbearing. It took everything you had not to cut to the chase then and there; rip off his pants and shove his cock inside your dripping cunt, but it was much more fun when you added in foreplay.

You felt your walls tighten letting you know you were close.

"Having fun?" You jumped and pulled your fingers out ruining your orgasm.

You turned around to see it was Leona, completely naked. Your eyes couldn't help but jump down to his cock that was long and erect.

"See something you like?" He teased.

"Ha-ha," You dryly ocked, turning back to the shower stream, "What are you doing in my shower anyways, pervert?"

"I'm just conserving water." Leona answered.

"Since when did you care-" You heard bare feet slapping against water before your chest was pressed to the front wall. Leona's hardened chest was pressed to your back well his hands placed themselves on your hips.

He was teasingly gliding his calloused hands, one up and the other down until they arrived to their destinations. His dominant hand groped and squeezed your breast well two fingers rubbed against your wet petals.

"Do you think it was funny what you did back there?" He purred against your ear.

Before you could answer, his tongue slithered out to lap at the junction of your earlobe and neck. You moaned more from startlement than actual pleasure when Leona bit down.

"D-Don't leave a hickey!" You demanded.

"Do you think you have any power here, little birdie?" Leona asked after suckling on the bite. A shudder traveled through your body causing your toes to curl against the wet floor.

"Augh~!" His cock slide against your pussy, gathering the slick on his cock.

"You're soaking wet; Were you close before I arrived?" Leona growled.

"Like hell it's because of you." You snapped.

"I can change that." Leona grinned.

He shoved his two fingers plunged inside, his thumb expertly rubbing at your clit. Your legs turned into jelly, if it wasn't for Leona pinning you to the wall you would have collapsed.

"Leona!" You gasped. He was rough and quick with his fingers, easily bringing you right back to the brink.

"Neh-wait! What if...someone walks in."

"Let them. I'll show them that you're mine." He snarled, leaving another hickey on your shoulder.

"I'm going to cum!" You gasped, squeezing your wet walls around his fingers. Before you could cum he ripped his fingers out leaving you breathless and aching.

"Wha-Why-?"

"Beg." Leona growled.

"Eh?"

"Beg for my cock. After the little stunt you pulled it's only fair you feel the humiliation too."

"F-Fuck you!"

You yelped feeling him roughly pinch your nipples, tugging on them roughly.

"Augh! Stop!" You pleaded reaching for his hands. Leona grabbed onto your wrists and pinned your hands to the wall.

"Keep your hands to the wall, slut." Leona demanded.

He reached back down to rub your aching clit, but this time more slowly and gently. You tried to push him closer with your hips but his other hand landed a rough spank.

You yipped and curled your fingernails into the wall tiling. He continued his slow pace, but you kept your mouth shut defiantly.

"You're such a brat," Leona spanked you again, "Just say you want me to fuck you."

"Leona," You whined.

"Yes?"

"Please."

"Please what?" He teased sliding his cock tip to your entrance before pulling out repeatedly.

"Neyah! Please Leona! Fuck me with your cock...I need your cock now!" You whimpered.

Leona smirked and placed his hands on your hips, shoving himself in a quick thrust. You freely moaned feeling how large he truly was, harshly stretching you out.

He gave you a minute to adjust, brushing your wet hair aside to leave more bites. He glanced down to where he saw your plump cheeks squished to his hips. You dedicated your work out times to your ass and abdomen, at least when Leona is there, teasing him at how lovely your ass was.

He couldn't get enough as he started a deep, hard pace his cock deep inside and hard enough he could hear your ass clapping. Leona's fingers were digging deep into your hips, there was going to be fingerprint bruises left.

"You are so wet! I can just feel your pussy sucking me in. So damn tight! Dammit!" The lion snarled.

"Leona! More! Please! More! More!" You pleaded.

Leona grinned and pulled out flipping you over so your back was against the tile. He grabbed you under your thighs and raised you up until your legs wrapped around his hips. It only took a few seconds for Leona to insert himself back in and continue thrusting, lazily using gravity to help him get in deeper.

He continued to bite and kiss across your collarbones and chest. It would be impossible to cover every single hickey under your uniform, much less your workout gear.

"You're so damn cute, little bird. So sexy and yet some how still so cute. I could devour you." Leona growled against your lips.

You grabbed his face and slammed your lips against his, the ferocious kiss all teeth and tongue. The tempo of the wet slapping got louder and faster as you both neared your climax.

"Nyaaa~! Leona~!" You wailed, clenching tight around his cock.

You tilted your head back to rest against the tiles, whimpering and moaning in overstimulation as Leona chased his own orgasm. You dug your fingers into his hair and tugged causing him to moan and thrust harder.

Your throat clenching and releasing, struggling to gasp for air as he used you as a limp cock-sleeve.

"Pl-Please! It's too much-!" You begged, feeling your gut building another orgasm.

Your other hand scratched against his pec scratching his sensetive nipple. The lion growled against your throat daring you do it again.

"Just ugh..little more." Leona moaned.

You leaned down and bit on the lion's neck well you tugged on his hair.

He roared and bit down onto your neck hard until he could feel a pearl of blood against his tongue.

Your toes curled and a scream escaped your tortured throat as a second, smaller orgasm crashed over you. The lion filled you with cum, more and more just seemed to spill inside you.

When you opened your eyes you were sitting on the shower floor leaning against the wall. Leona was very gently cleaning you up, using the corded shower head. The gentle smell of your body wash was in the vapors as Leona washed it off of you.

"Hmph, I see you're awake?" He teased.

You blushed and snapped back, "So says the masochist!"

Leona chuckled and finished rinsing you off before he placed the shower head back. You stole a glance at his limp dick and questioned how that even got inside you erect.

"You stare at it any longer and it will think your ready to go again." Leona teased.

He grabbed his shampoo and started scrubbing his hair. You leaned your head back against the shower wall and tried to gain feeling in your legs.

Your hips definitely hurt a lot, but your legs were mostly numb.

You were able to move them around but when you tried to stand, they wobbled like a surfer with no balance. When you took a step forward your knee gave and you collided into Leona. He thankfully caught you, but at the cost that you had face-planted into his chest (titties).

"I don't think it's wise to try walking yet," The prince said, but you could hear the smirk in his voice.

He guided you to sit back down and relax well he quickly finished up. You wanted to keep your gaze elsewhere but it was hard when you had such a scultped body right in front of you.

How his abs flexed everytime he stretched his arms upwards. His arms were well sculpted, but not as big as Jack's. At last he was done and he scooped down to pick you up damsel in distress style.

You fussed but he didn't seem to listen as he set you down on the bench by the lockers. He pulled your clothing from the lockers and placed them beside you along with your towel.

"Need help getting dressed?" Leona asked. You were expecting it to be a tease, but the lion's question actually seemed honest.

"No, I got this." You answered drying yourself off, "Now can you give me some privacy?"

Leona huffed and distanced himself from you to let you get dressed. You had just finished slipping the straps of your bra on when you felt a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

You winced feeling the kiss was at the bite mark on the junction of your shoulder and neck.

"Did you have to mark me up so much?" You huffed slipping on your shirt.

It covered most of the hickies but there was still several ones that your shirt didn't cover.

"I marked you up as mine--Savanaclaw students especially can smell that my scent is all over you. No one will dare mess with what's mine." Leona purred nuzzling your neck.

You giggled at the ticklish sensation and kissed his nose, "Well you owe me, King of the Savannah. I can't walk for a while."

Leona smirked, "Just means more time for naps."...

#twisted wonderland x reader #twist x reader #twist imagines #twited wonderland #leona x reader #leonakingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #reader #reader insert #wishingstar

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sw33tsuccubus · 1 year

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Clouded Thoughts [frnkiero x reader]

era: revenge

desc: Reader is male; he's also a gym rat. (i don't work out, so i have basically no clue as of what i'm doing) Frank is a lil flustery and thinks his boyfriend is hot because he's a strong lad and requests to be carried. Reader finds this cute and decides to have a little fun with it. flufffluffffluff

A/N: WHY ARE TITLES SO HARD TO COME UP WITH?? i did have fun writing this with my friend and i making fun of my lack of a name though. first fanfic, i think it turned out alright NOT PROOFREAD

inspired/requested by: @anystalker707

word count: 1k

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"-abe? Babe? You going somewhere?"

At the lack of (insert favorite band) coming in through my left earbud, I looked up at the male responsible. Frank looked down at me with a sort of curiosity in his eyes, his mouth stretched into a confused grin.

I smiled up at him and looked back at my tennis shoes, finishing tying my laces.

"I'm off to the gym. I thought I told you earlier?"

"I must have forgotten."

"Alright then. Nothing to do?"

"The TV doesn't have anything good on right now."

"Hah. When does it ever?"

I finished my laces and looked up at him with a confused smirk, only to be met with a smile of innocence.

"Are you sure you're not here to ask me for something?"

"I'm sure."

"You found your bear socks?"

"Yep. They were hiding underneath the bed."

"No chores you don't want to do?"

"Nope."

"Any of the guys need something and you can't find it?"

"Nope. Haven't spoken to any of them since yesterday. You can check my contacts if you want to."

"Mhm. Wonderful."

I stood up and looked him in the eyes. Something in them seemed.. away. Like he did actually want something. I pressed a kiss to his forehead, getting a soft hum in respond.

"Do you want to come with me? I'm sure there's something you could do there."

"Sure. Do you think I could hang around with you while you do your thing?"

"Absolutely. Wouldn't want you to be bored."

With that, Frank dropped to the ground and started tying the laces to his own shoes, leaving me to let out a chuckle.

"I'll meet you at the car. I need to get some stuff."

"Sir, yes sir."

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"So do you do this every time you come here?"

"No, my workouts normally change everyday. I don't think I've ever done the same set before."

I could see Frank nod in the corner of my eye.

"What did you say your goal was today again?"

I internally rolled my eyes. I don't know how many times he's asked this question. At least three.

"Shoulders and upper back. You can join at any time, y'know."

"Nah, I'm fine. I'd probably crumple underneath the weights."

I let out a little laugh before turning to him. His eyes quickly shot to mine, and he gave me a little grin. My eyes searched his for a moment, and they seemed a little clouded. Like he was thinking hard about something.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah?"

He raised his eyebrows at me and gave me a reassuring smile.

"You sure?"

"Of course."

After receiving a nod, I finally set down the weights. I turned towards the pull-up bar and walked over to it, quickly hopping up and making sure I have a good grip. I counted to three before I started to do chin-ups. The goal was 25 in a row, but a force pulling me down caused me to pause.

"Frank?"

"Yeah?"

"I need to be able to life myself."

I felt a him let go of my legs, and I finished my chin-ups before dropping down. I turned to look at him and he gave me another innocent smile. I sighed and walked off towards the weights again.

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"What's been up with you today?"

It'd been about half an hour since the pull-up bar incidence, and he'd been looking at my arms the whole time. It was kind of worrying me; was he afraid to say something?

"Hm?"

He looked up into my eyes, and the same cloudiness from earlier was there. This time, however, I finally think I understand what's wrong as the gears in my head turned. I gave him a wide grin, and he furrowed his brows in confusion.

"I asked what's been up with you today. Any time I talk to you, you seem like you're somewhere else."

"Just thinkin'."

"About what, exactly?"

Frank's cheeks turned a nice shade of pink and he looked at his shoes. I let out a giggle before safely dropping the barbell to the ground and walking over to him.

"U-uh.. you."

"What about me, hon?"

He turned his head to the side, and I giggled again, kissing the side of his head before pulling him into a hug. He relaxed, wrapping his arms around me in turn. When we pulled away, he started laughing. I shot him a questioning look before getting a response.

"The roles have been reversed! Suddenly you're the sweaty one pulling the other into a hug."

I grinned at him before laughing myself, and we grabbed hands, meeting each other in a kiss.

He pulled back and sighed contently, staring at me from behind his lashes. I could still see a trace of pink on his cheeks, and then I noticed his lip ring rolling around.

"So.. are you finished?"

"I guess I am. That was the last thing of the workout."

His lips curled up into a shy smile before he let out a soft sigh.

"Can you- do you think you could carry me to the car?"

I let out a laugh and nodded my head. His face lit up and he spread his arms.

"Hold on, hon. I need to pack my stuff first."

His furrowed his brow and stuck out his bottom lip. As if that would stop me.

I quickly gather my belongings before heading to the restroom and changing my clothes. Being stuck in sweaty and gross smelling clothing for the next 20 minutes on the drive back to the apartment would be hell.

As soon as I walked out of the restroom, Frank popped up beside me and spread his arms yet again. I laughed before wrapping my arms around his torso. I felt his legs wrap around my waist and his arms wrap around my shoulders before he buried his face into my neck.

I pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder and walked us out of there. We approached the car and he whined as I tapped his thigh to let him know.

"I don't wanna let go."

"We can cuddle once we get home. I just need to shower and make dinner first."

"What if I order food in the car and you go take your shower? It'll speed up the process."

"Whatever you want hon."

He untangled himself and hurried to the passenger side of his car, whipping out his phone. I chuckled to myself; Frank is such a needy guy.

We got into the car and he asked me what I wanted.

"Get whatever you want. I don't care at the moment. I'm just tired."

He nodded before pressing some buttons on his phone. He turned to speak, and I zoned out to pay attention to the road as I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

~~~~

As soon as I got out of the shower, Frank yelled for me to get downstairs before the food got cold. I hurried hurried across the apartment and then plopped myself on the stool next to him and grinned. He had ordered (insert whatever you're hungry for), and I couldn't help but feel a little special.

When we finished and threw our stuff away, Frank immediately hopped into my arms and made me carry him back to the bedroom. I lay myself back on the mattress and ran a hand through his hair. He grabbed at the sheets and did his best to pull them over us, before I helped him out.

He let out a hum and nuzzled my neck while I pressed a kiss to the side of his head.

"Goodnight, hon."

"'Night babe. Love ya."

"Love you too."

I smiled at the male atop of me before running a hand through his hair again. For once, luck turned in my favor.

#frank iero x reader

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i don't know your characters yet, but i want to, sooo... 9, 12, 26, 30, 35, 42, 48, 50 and 57 for both ezra and theodore! hopefully it's not too much... 😅

Awww ty so much!! No ask is too much so never worry ab it! I'll answer under the read more bc I talk alot~

Starting off with dear ol Ezra Woodburn because he's a bit more down to earth than Teddy

[9] What is their love language?

His love language is physical affection, if he initiates it with you then you are sure to be his favourite person in the whole world because he despises being touched. That was how his husband discovered that "oh shit there may be something more than friendship here" when Ezra randomly cuddled next to him while watching movies on the couch.

[12] How high is their self-esteem?

Ezra's self esteem is so low it migot as well be in the center of earth XD

He was never able to accept anything about himself and always felt like a mistake that shouldn't have been born, but still, he makes it to over 50.

[26] Do they have any physical or mental ilness, how do they handle it and how open they are about it?

He has both, he has chronic joint pain and fatigue that he has been struggling with since childhood, he also suffers from terrible social anxiety, depression and autism but he never got diagnosed because he refuses to go to a psychiatrist. His family is a very conservative "pull yourself by your bootstraps" kinda family so he was raised to feel immense shame at his disabilities and so he is only open about them with his husband, but it isn't too difficult for people around him to guess given his behaviour.

[30] What are their most healthy and most unhealthy coping mechanisms?

The healthiest is definitely writing and spending quality time with his husband and cat, the unhealthy is sh and smoking :|

[35] Do they like their own appearance, and what do they do, if anything, to alter it in any way?

He really really doesn't, if he is given the chance to look like anyone else he would take it in a heartbeat. He got both top and bottom surgery to ease the dysphoria of being born in the wrong body and he has thought about going to the gym to lose some weight but his pain immediately flares up, but he is getting slightly better at accepting himself given how many kisses his husband gives the areas he considers flawed.

[42] What is their idea of a perfect friendly hangout and/or romantic date?

Going out to the library or a picnic in nature, maybe even a trip to the shelter so he can pet all the animals and coo at them and beg you for seven more cats, three birds, a turtle and a snake.

[48] Are they, or were they at some point in their life, a part of any subculture?

He experimented with the leather goth subculture in his 20s but he immediately discovered that he doesn't have the energy to melt in the summer, so for now it is only a winter and bedroom subculture XD

[50] What are they really good and really bad at?

He's good at cooking, writing, organizing, cleaning and giving orders, he sucks at teamwork, asking for help, singing and knowing when to take a break (and socializing, my man has 0 friends outside of the ones his husband introduced him to)

[57] What was the most stupid or dangerous thing they have ever done?

The most stupidly dangerous thing was to let a stranger that ten years before was his bully at summer camp into his home because he (The bully) had all his money stolen and had nowhere to stay, it ended well for him tho.

The most dangerous thing is probably having 7 attempts at his own life before he turned 25. He eventually met a guy in the psych ward who was fostering a mother cat and her kittens and that is how he got his little angel cat Pumpkin (the guy at the psych ward was Theodore)

Now for Theodore Malik!

[9] What is their love language?

Giving gifts and acts of survice, he will cook for you and make you the best outfits you've ever seen all for the small price of tolerating his existence and listening to him ramble about Batman for way waaaay too long. On the more extreme end he will kill for the people he cares about ♡

[12] How high is their self-esteem?

It fluctuates between I am a gift from god blessing you with my mere existence to I am the worst thing to ever happen to this planet and if i don't stop existing right now the whole world will explode.

[26] Do they have any physical or mental ilness, how do they handle it and how open they are about it?

He is immortal and has otherworldly physical strength and immunity but you will find him with very sever injuries more times than not, mentally he has a little cocktail that consists of depression, general anxiety, bipolar, ptsd and some psychotic hallucinations. He is very open about everything and you WILL know when he is upset because nothing on God's green earth will stop this man from complaining.

[30] What are their most healthy and most unhealthy coping mechanisms?

The healthy ones are cooking, embroidery and chatting with his friends, the unhealthy ones are smoking, drinking, driving off of cliffs and other destructive actions

[35] Do they like their own appearance, and what do they do, if anything, to alter it in any way?

He is obsessed with his appearance, narcissus levels of self love, all except his eyes, they are blue like his mother but he would very much prefer if he had inherited the warm brown of his father's.

[42] What is their idea of a perfect friendly hangout and/or romantic date?

Theodore's perfect date would be going to the club, getting wasted and forgetting about everything the next day, but if you're not a fan of that he would settle to going to a convention with you.

[48] Are they, or were they at some point in their life, a part of any subculture?

Punk goth, from the 60s till now, before that he just dressed in frilly dressed with floral patterns

[50] What are they really good and really bad at?

He is good at listening, taking care of people, cooking, making and fixing clothes, making friends, and making enemies, he's terrible and mainting a healthy long term relationship, taking care of himself, cleaning, and making good life decisions

[57] What was the most stupid or dangerous thing they have ever done?

Every choice he has ever done is stupid and dangerous, the honorable mentions being running away from home at 16 to go live with the man who stalked him, didn't end well at all. Attempting to kill his ex's abusive ex but he is the most powerful vampire so the only damage Theodore managed to do was burning half of that man's face (and getting himself on a hitlist) and having a thing for mafia bosses which isn't that good when you date two people from opposing sides at the same time :)

#ask answered #thank you so much for asking #my boys are both massive messed but i love them #theodore malik #ezra woodburn #messes**

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