𝐀 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞

welcome to the land of fairytales, where desires you never knew you had will come true. thank you @georgiapeach30513 & @royalsweetteaa for helping me with this.

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𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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!warning! these fics will include inter-species relations, size differences, innocent kink, age gaps and dark content.

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:

𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 - pairing: prince ransom drysdale x princess reader

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𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 - pairing: prince frank adler x mermaid reader

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𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 - pairing: street rat lloyd hansen x princess reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 - pairing: prince lance tucker x maid reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 - pairing: beast ari levinson, beast logan howlett, beast geralt of rivia x princess reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏 - pairing: bossy clark kent, sleazy johnny storm, dirty curtis everett, brawny steve rogers, cranky bucky barnes, tipsy dean winchester, horny sam wilson x witch/princess reader

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𝒃𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒆 - pairing: hunter lee bodecker x shifter reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 - pairing: mad hatter jefferson x dreamer reader 

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒆 - pairing: scarecrow jake wyler, tin-man rick grimes, cowardly lion jake jensen, oz andy barber x lost reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: hansel steve kemp, male gretel nick fowler x witch reader

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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 - pairing: big bad wolf luke danes x little red riding hood reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 - pairing: tarzan tangerine x jane reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 - pairing: giant august walker x female jack reader

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𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 - pairing: captain hook negan, captain hook jack sparrow x tinkerbell reader

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𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: alpha bear ari levinson, alpha bear henry cavill, alpha bear lee bodecker x goldilocks reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 - pairing: prince steve rogers x princess/swan hybrid reader

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𝒐𝒉, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔… 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 - pairing: mermaid jennifer check, mermaid rosalie hale, mermaid jane smith x clueless reader

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𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 - pairing: mufasa ari levinson x scar sergei kravinoff (kraven the hunter) x lioness reader

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earnings your stripes - m.list

↳PAIRING: racer!rafe cameron x pit reporter!reader

↳SUMMARY: rafe cameron is one of nascar's best and when they send you to interview him, well, let's just say you never saw him coming.

↳ [1k] WARNINGS: 18+, mature themes, violence, hurt/comfort, cocky asshole rafe, car lingo, nascar driver rafe, etc.

↳A/N: this is a repost from my old blog @tee-swizzle. all of my works are being reposted to this one + the previous blog has been deactivated.

part one - the interview (april 14)

part two - there was this girl (april 19)

part three - the track (april 26)

part four - protector (may 03)

part five - defense

part six - heaven

part seven - the gala

part eight - devastation

part nine - the aftermath

part ten - epilogue

misc:

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Codename: Candy

Codename: Candy - Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan.

COMPLETED.

WARNING: This story is for mature audiences, 16+. Content contains depictions of graphic violence, cursing, and scenes of a sexual nature. All the fun stuff, really.

Summary: Doctor Jack Ryan is faced with a new threat: chemical and nuclear warfare. When he and Greer are paired with Lieutenant ‘Candy’ Jones, a young Special Ops soldier, for protection, sparks fly between Jack and their new companion. But what if she isn’t who she says she is? And what will Jack do to save her from her own past?

Pairing: Jack Ryan x Female OC

Part One • Part Two • Part Three • Part Four • Part Five • Part Six • Part Seven • Part Eight • Part Nine • Part Ten • Part Eleven • Part Twelve • Part Thirteen • Part Fourteen • Part Fifteen • Part Sixteen • Part Seventeen • Part Eighteen • Part Nineteen • Part Twenty • Part Twenty-One • Part Twenty-Two • Part Twenty-Three • Part Twenty-Four • Part Twenty-Five • Part Twenty-Six • Epilogue •

Codename: Candy

Part One - Welcome to the Palace

Word Count - 1542

Author’s Note: Hello! Just for context, this is set after Season Two of the TV show, like a whole new mission to dig your claws into while lockdown happens and we wait patiently for a new season. Also, this is my first time writing on tumblr so I hope you enjoy!

There aren’t many from the Western Hemisphere, or anywhere in fact, that prefer a war zone over somewhere safe. Countries plagued by modern warfare, in the ways of terrorism, dictatorships and oppression, sound much less appealing to the logical human when compared to a warm bed, democracy, and equality regardless of gender, race or creed. There is nothing beautiful about lines of dead civilians, nor burnt down homes. It’s a wretched place, and cold despite the heat from a scorching sun, haunted. It’s why people sacrifice their world to seek refuge in foreign countries, with a foreign language to learn and new way of life to adapt to.

A war zone is never glamorous. A war zone is no sane person’s heaven.

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Snow (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Story summary: Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.

Words: 15.8K (so far)

Note: Enemies to lovers with a good dash of "only one bed"-trope and I'm not even sorry! This was supposed to be a silly little one shot but it turned into a multichapter fic that will be updated weekly. Hope you enjoy! Let me know if you want me to tag you when I post the upcoming parts.

Full Masterlist

Day one - The Aftermath l

Day two - The Vulnerability

Day three - The Light Between Us

Day four - The Praise

Day five - The Slip Up

Day six - The Crawl Back

Day seven - The Aid

Day fourteen - The Aftermath ll

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The Secrets One Keeps || J.M, R.C

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Summary: A house party stirs up some underlying feelings for Rafe and JJ. Whilst your behaviour spirals out of control.

Warnings: Heavy drug usage, unwanted physical contact, again smut if you squint, if a lil bit of unknowing emotional cheating?

Pairings: Reader x JJ Maybank, Reader x Rafe Cameron

A/N: Okay so I started off really liking this chapter and then towards the end I got really deflated by it 😢 I have the next two chapters planned but I’ve been struggling to begin writing it bc of the way this one made me feel. But your kind kind words of encouragement really keep me going and make me want to write more and for that I thank you sm!!

Also also!! Ik it’s a bit slowburn rn, I’m just trying to really build that tension between the characters before they all tip over the edge and implode in angst and drama !!

<< Part 2 || Part 4 >>

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Part 3

You looked up at the Cameron mansion through your coated eyelashes. You could feel the music pumping through the architecture from outside where you stood alone, prepping yourself for what was bound to be an eventful night.

The pogues had offered to pick you up so you could all walk in together, but an excuse left your mouth with ease. It was almost like second nature to you by now.

In reality you hadn’t wanted to come in with them because you wanted to make an entrance. You wanted eyes to turn to you when you walked in, you wanted Rafe to savour the image of you alone in a sea of bodies without the rest of the pogues dampening his perspective.

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Something I made while dealing with my own stuff and hoping drawing this would pick me up somehow. Maybe it worked.

FT my cat. His name is Mischief

Predicament [part one]

Alfie Solomons x Shelby! sister reader

Warnings: talks of war, violence, 

Request: please one where tommy’s twin sister was a nurse in the war and ended up tending to our boy alfie, they happen to fall in love but are told that the other died so shelby sis and him are surprised when they meet after during a deal

word count: 3.5 k

thinking of making this a two part mini-series, so enjoy a backstory [it’s a longish read so :”) let me know your thoughts]

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Dangerous Love- First Meeting.

  Here goes nothing…my first ever imagine/fan fic! Please let me know what you guys think! 

The over-protected sister of the Shelby brothers, meets Alfie Solomons. They soon begin to start a Dangerous Love affair. Will her brother approve? Will she be safe?

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You could say, being one of the youngest Shelby siblings, that you had it easy. That couldn’t be further from the truth. The fact that you were only a couple of years older than Finn, caused your siblings to be somewhat watchful of you both. You were viewed as the babies of the family, too young to witness and be aware of the violence surrounding you both. Of course, Finn had soon proved himself as worthy enough to be included in the family meetings. On the other hand, as you were the only sister of the Shelby siblings, the boys seemed to wrap you in an extra layer of cotton wool. You couldn’t move an inch without a Peaky Blinder watching your every move. You knew that the boys researched into the background and family history of every person you spoke too. At times you were grateful for the protection, especially living in Small Heath- especially being part of the Shelby family. Other times, you felt suffocated. It frustrated you that your brothers deemed you as ‘too fragile’ to be fully exposed to the family business, although you were aware of the goings on- thanks to Finn, who would always readily spill the secrets to you in exchange for cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey.

You and Finn had always shared a close bond, due to your similarities in ages. You had to spend a great amount of time growing up together, creating wild stories of what your brothers where getting up too. John and Arthur would always entertain you both, thinking that it was funny to encourage both of your wild imaginations. They would create tales of their adventures, painting a picture of your brothers as heroes almost. It was only when you began to make friends outside the family, that the criminal truth came out. Out of all your brothers, Tommy was the most protective. He felt the need to always keep you close, in the vicinity, never too far away from him if it could be helped. This was due to the horrors that your father had inflicted upon you as a young girl, something which only Tommy was unlucky enough to witness- although you assumed the entirety of your family where now aware. You knew that Tommy was of the opinion that you could not handle yourself, that you continuously required some form of protection. Knowing that he thought that angered you. You hated being viewed as the weakest Shelby sibling.

 It was a sweltering summers day, which was only intensified by the heat being produced in Aunt Pols kitchen. (Y/C/H) was normally expertly styled, something that you prided yourself on, but today you had deemed it as a lost cause and pinned it on the top of your head. You had applied some rouge to your lips, but your cheeks where naturally flushed with the heat. Your light green dress clung to your body in places, the exposed skin slightly shimmering with sweat. You sighed in frustration, causing the young man who had been given the role of protecting you, to raise an eyebrow in question.

“Errytin’ okay?” he grumbled, shifting his weight uncomfortably on the chair as he watched you.

“How much would it cost me, for you to let me go my own way now?” you asked, reaching across for your bag. You started to undo the clasps, beginning to rummage inside for a few coins.

“More than is worth”

“Come on. I just want to go outside and enjoy the heat. I will be back within the hour” you leaned forward, placing a few coins on the table that sat in between you both. “They have a meeting with an Alfie Solomons in forty minutes. I can guarantee you that they are inside that building now, having a family meeting run down. I will be back, before they even open the office door. I promise”.

The man raised his eyebrow again, glancing down at the coins which now temptingly shone on the dull, wooden table. 

“One hour”.

You smirked softly, jumping off from the seat that you had been stuck too for an hour, slinging your bag over your shoulder. You couldn’t seem to get your shoes on fast enough, your excitement levels rising rapidly. You pushed the front door open, stumbling out onto the streets of Small Heath, the heat suddenly rushing over you. This was the first time you had been allowed to venture out, without someone watching your every move like a hawk. The change was refreshingly welcome.

You began to make your way down the street, ignoring the inquisitive glances that where occasionally thrown your way. What was the Shelby Sister doing out without the company of a Peaky Blinder? You could almost hear what everyone was thinking, their thoughts incredibly loud and disappointingly predictable. One of the only boring things about Small Heath was that everyone seemed reluctant to change their habits, that they were perfectly content in remaining in their own little bubble. You held your head up high, walking with an air of confidence, continuing to make your way down to the one destination that Tommy had expressed his reluctance in you visiting alone. The Garrison.

The moment that you opened the door, your eyes adjusting to adjust to the contrasting darkness, the entire room went deathly silent. You were aware what the men, whose eyes where forbidden to meet yours, where thinking. Here was (Y/N) Shelby. Alone. In the Garrison. Half of the room where wondering how much Tommy would pay them, for reporting your whereabouts. The other half where suppressing the thoughts of what you would look like underneath your dress. You stared straight ahead, refusing to let your external show of confidence slip, as you walked over to the bar.

“One whiskey. Thank you” you leant against the bar, waiting for the barman to begin with your order, a task which you hadn’t thought of as an issue. There was a slight pause

“I’m sorry Miss. I can’t serve you. Tommy won’t allow us, ‘specially since he’s not with ya” the barman apologised with a stutter, looking down at the glass that he was currently drying. You felt your fists automatically clench with anger. Tommy, the fucking bastard. You stared at the barman, your jaw clenching slightly before you allowed yourself to speak.

“I don’t give a fuck what Tommy fucking Shelby said” you stated, each syllable pronounced with your heightened annoyance. How dare your brother deem himself able to control what you were able to do without him.

“Oi Princess, calm down!” you heard a man laugh out from behind you. You spun around, turning to face the gentleman who continued to snicker at your situation. Quick as a flash, you had the man pressed up against a wall. You held a blade that you had pulled from your stocking, up against his throat.

“Continue talking, and I will cut out your throat” you whispered in his ear, slightly increasing the amount of pressure that you placed upon his skin, before pulling away. You where internally grateful to Arthur, who despite Tommy’s demands, had insisted on teaching you how to shoot and handle yourself- something which you had proved yourself more than capable to do.

You glanced around the room quickly, aware that everyone was watching the unexpected confrontation that had just taken place in front of them. The whispers and mumblings began to rise in volume as you easily made your way to the door, everyone now reluctant to come too close to you. You ignored the words that floated up to your ears. Nothing anybody was saying was new, you had heard this all before. They all treated your family with caution, a level of respect that was almost smothered with fear. You forcefully pulled the door open, allowing it to slam against the wall with a satisfying bang.

Stepping out onto the street, you continued to feel anger rise and burn inside you, as you stormed home. Your throat felt tight, tears threatening to spill and scald your cheeks. You were growing tired and frustrated with your brothers constant need to control every aspect of your life. All you wanted, was for your brothers to view you as worthy to be included in family business, to be thought of as equal to them. As much as they claimed how important family was to them, they never made you feel as if you were part of it. You had begun to resent being associated with The Shelbys and The Peaky Blinders.

You pushed open the front door to Aunt Pols home, the sound of wood crashing against concrete ringing across the front room. The man who had previously sat with you, sat up straight as you made your way into room, a befuddled look playing upon his features.

“Home early” he stated, his forehead creasing slightly as he spoke, watching you make your way to the curtains that concealed the room where your brothers sat in. “Don’t- “.

You didn’t allow him to finish speaking before you had violently pulling aside the curtains, exposing the shop before you. You had only set foot in here once before when you were sixteen years old and was dragged back out again by Arthur. It hadn’t changed at all since you had seen the rooms last. Dirty white paint was peeling off the walls, exposing the rough grey brick underneath. The windows where haphazardly boarded up with planks of wood, with little light shining through the gaps. Blackboards where hung against each wall, with numbers and bets scribbled upon them with chalk. The main source of light came from a room to the side, the entrance guarded by one of your brothers’ cronies

 “Miss Shelby. You’re not allowed back here” he warned, stepping forward in an attempt to prevent you from moving closer to the room.

“My brothers back there?” you asked, craning your head over his shoulder to see shadows move behind the frosted glass, before looking back at the man who was stood in front of you.

“Best to make your way back out Miss Shelby. This isn’t no business for women” he stated, gripping your arm to move you back to where you had just come from.

“Every business is a womans business. Remember that” you spoke coldly as you pulled your arm from his grasp, swiftly colliding your knee with his groin. He fell to his knees with a satisfying thud, groaning in pain. You brought your attention to the door that concealed your brothers from the world, the once moving shadows now still, no doubt hearing the commotion that had just taken place. You had a brief moment of doubt, wondering if gate-crashing their meeting would be the right idea. You knew that they would be incredibly angry if you did, and you had no clue how this Alfie Solomons would act. You had never met him before, but word had gotten around of his famous temper that could bring Arthurs to shame. The anger and hurt that you felt, currently outweighed any doubt that you experienced. Your brothers had pushed you aside for long enough, enough was enough.

“THOMAS FUCKING SHELBY!” you yelled, forcefully opening the door in front of you. Arthur, John and Tommy instantaneously rose, their guns pointed at you before they realised who you were. A mysterious gentleman who was sat opposite where Tommy was, turned to face you. Time instantly seemed to slow down, as (Y/C/E) looked into his light blue ones. His light brown beard twitched slightly, as a mischievous smirk played upon his lips. He slowly broke eye contact, before taking in the scene that was currently playing out in front of him.

“(Y/N)…” Arthur warned, lowering his gun as he cautiously moved towards you.  

“Fucking don’t” you snapped, lifting your right hand up slightly as a warning. You glared at Arthur, who seemed to shrink back slightly at the unexpected furiosity of your demeanour, before bringing your focus upon Tommy.

“You know you’re not allowed-“ Tommy began, his jaw clenched in annoyance that you had disturbed their important business meeting.

“I don’t give a fuck what you say I can and cannot do” you shouted, moving closer towards him. “I’m fucking sick of you dictating my life Thomas. I can’t even fucking go for a drink, without your approval!”

“It’s for the best” he coolly replied, his voice sharp and cutting. “Now leave.”

Before you knew it, your hand had flown up to connect with his cheek, the slap reverberating out through the small room. The silence that followed was deafening, Tommy’s eyes burning into yours, your handprint already leaving a red mark upon his pale skin.

“Fuck. You” you whispered, before spinning around and storming back out the door.

“I like ‘er” you heard Alfie Solomons chuckle, before the door slammed behind you.

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                                                            Alfies POV

Alfie Solomons never had any intention of setting foot in Birmingham, let alone a shitty little place named Small Heath, before he met Tommy Shelby. Tommy fucking Shelby, the bloke who had begun to make his life very difficult as of late. Still, he knew it was better to keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

Stepping out of the car, Alfie looked up at the tall, narrow building that seemed as if it would topple over if he leaned against it. The bricks where once red but had now been tarnished with black smoke. The ground was wet beneath his feet, causing his shoes to become covered in mud.

“Fuckin’ depressin’ this” he muttered to himself, before moving forward to the doorway. He gave two loud knocks, before it swung open and he was greeted by a young man, whose cap seemed far too large for him.

“Solomon?” he grunted the question, his eyes giving away the nervousness and apprehension that he so evidently tried to hide.

“Mr. Solomon to you boy” Alfie replied, shuffling forward as the boy led the way into the house. It seemed as if it was a lot smaller than Alfies back home, every possible space filled with clutter.

‘You could tell that it was lived in’, thought Alfie, ‘You could tell women lived here.’

The boy pulled aside two curtains, revealing a dark, unwelcoming room. Alfie blinked a couple of times, his eyes adjusting to the lack of light that the room provided.

“You fuckin’ gypsies eh?” Alfie chuckled at the young boys uncomfortable frown, as he pushed open a door to the side.

“Alfie Solomons here” the young boy announced to the three men, currently sitting in the small room. He had met John, Arthur and Tommy before. Arthur had a temper which could occasionally match Alfie, a fact which he respected. Alfie thought John was slightly dim-witted, and he saw him as the under-dog of the Shelby pack. The leader, Tommy, annoyed Alfie to no end. He always had a way with words and dealings, which had tricked Alfie a fair few times- something which he did not let Tommy know. The young boy took one last look at Alfie, before rushing away.

“Wha’ sorta’ boys do you employ ‘ere then Shelby?” Alfie asked, nodding towards the men before lowering himself into the chair opposite the brothers. A sturdy wooden desk covered in papers, was sat in between them.

“That’s our Finn. Watch your mouth” John snapped, frowning as he spoke. This only encouraged a chuckle to escape from Alfies lips, as he leant back.

“Now, whatcha’ call me all the way down to this shit ‘ole for?” he asked, listening as the brothers began to speak.

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“Nice doin’ business with ya Shelby” Alfie smirked, leaning forward to shake Tommys hand. He was secretly glad this meeting had come to a close, he had enough of dealing with the Shelbys for one day.

“TOMMY FUCKING SHELBY”. Alfie raised an eyebrow in response to the female sounding yell that came from outside the door. He assumed it was a rejected lover, that Tommy had thrown out after one night of passion. This was something that Alfie had experienced himself, one too many times. The door slammed open with the three brothers jumping out in response, pulling out their guns as an automatic reaction, before lowering once they realised who the intruder was.

Alfie turned around, curious as to what Tommy’s latest fling looked like, to decide for himself if she was worthy of barging in on their meeting unannounced. Then he saw her. (Y/C/E) met his, and he felt his whole world stop. She was beautiful. Incredibly fucking beautiful. Her cheeks where flushed with anger, loose (Y/C/H) curls falling out of where she had haphazardly pinned it upon her head. Her light green dress clung to her body, allowing Alfie a sneak preview into what her figure looked like. She also looked incredibly like the three men Alfie had previously been speaking too, almost identical to Tommy. Fuck. This must be the infamous (Y/N) Shelby, the hidden sister of the Shelby family. Why would they want to hide her away? She looked…incredible. Her fiery attitude, only intrigued Alfie more. He unwillingly broke the eye contact, looking around at the scene that was playing out in front of him.

He listened to the confrontation, frowning slightly at what he was hearing. The rumours where true about how protective they were over their sister. Fuck. He would have to suppress the thoughts he had, imagining what she would possibly look like underneath the light green dress- the thoughts that had begun to make him hungry, for a fucking Shelby. Alfie shook his head slightly, before a loud slap rang out across the room.

“Fuck you” the woman whispered, before storming out of the room.

Her fiery nature had awoken Alfie. He wanted to know more about her, and not just how she looked without a scrap of clothing upon her. He felt his heart thump in his chest, remembering how she had made him feel with just one look. No one had ever made Alfie Solomons feel that way before.

“I like ‘er” he chuckled, looking back at the door she had slammed shut on her way out.

Alfie began plotting in his head. Plotting of a way to get to know her better, with the approval of her over protective siblings. He had too.

‘Fuck, am I interested in a fucking Shelby?’

someone give us a fic of modern alfie!!!!

Modern! Alfie not giving a fuck and having a break in the middle of a business meeting 🤤😍

l-lamb girls??? ahh, thats so heckin cute! uhmm Can we maybe have some more thoughts of cute lil lamb girls being diddled??? im a sucker for soft cute things bein stuffed and corrupted by some big bad villain! i feel like lamb girls would be similiar to bunny girls, but maybe a bit more timid and chaste? and oh god, the adorable lil bleats while being bred- i hbnnnnhh

You absolutely can have some more thoughts!!!!

I’m so happy that you all have taken to sweet lil lambgirls!!!!! I’ve gotten some good requests already and I’m ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ over them

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Let’s do this!!!!!

tags/warnings: dubcon/noncon, breeding kink

“Well, well, well- look at what we have here.”

A squeak leaves the girl and Dabi grins as the cowering thing curls in on herself, as she presses against the dirty wall of the alleyway.

You’re an awfully cute little thing to be skulking around an alleyway late at night. What the hell are you doing out here with your little sundress and cardigan, your fearful eyes and trembling hands, your flicking...ears?

Dabi’s brow raises as he watches the fluffy things twitch. His hands reach out before he even thinks of it and he grabs onto your ears, pinches them between his bony fingers and makes you squeal and squirm.

“What are these, huh? They’re awfully cute, doll. Hey- what the hell are you supposed to be, huh? Some kinda lil bear?”

Under your fear, confusion bubbles up and you whine softly as he shakes the ears, try to back away from him only to make him tug on them tighter.

“N-No, please. I-”

“So what the fuck are ya?” Dabi interrupts, pinching them again and crowding in closer to you, leering down with a grin that makes you quake. “C’mon, sweetheart, I just wanna know.”

He yanks on them and that’s when you let out a bleat- your whole body jerking and little tears wetting your lashes.

Ah, shit- now he knows what you are.

Well, ain’t that fucking cute.

“Aww, a little lamb,” he croons, thumbs rubbing in little circles along your ears. The whimper that you let out doesn’t escape him- nor does the way your eyes screw up and your cheeks flush, your teeth dig into your bottom lip. “Hey, what’re ya doin’ out here, lambchop? Didja get separated from your flock?”

“D- Don’t call me that,” you sniffle out, head trying to turn away from him. He pinches your ears to keep you in place and you whimper again, cower even more as he leans down until his face is right in front of yours, until he can perfectly see those cute tears beading along your lashes and threatening to slip down your cheeks. “Mister, please- I just- I just wanna go home.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” he agrees, voice dripping with faux-sympathy. He starts rubbing along your ears again- little circles with his thumbs that makes you squirm- and Dabi licks his lips when your thighs press together, when you squeeze your eyes shut and whimper. “Aw, babe, I’m just messin’ with ya- no need to be such a crybaby.”

Your pretty little lips tremble and Dabi grins at that little wobble, squeezes your ears gently and runs them through the slits of his fingers. A weak shiver runs through you and Dabi hums appreciatively at the tiny, stuttered bleat that chokes out from your throat, the way you try to shrink away from him when he grabs onto your waist with one hand and goes back to fondling one of your ears with the other.

“Hey, do ya got a tail too? Bet it’s real cute.”

A squeal leaves you as he easily turns you around- you barely try to fight him off, can’t really do anything with those weak squirms and pathetic little jerks of yours. Dabi forces you around and you whimper when he whistles- little hands scrabbling at the rough brick of the wall and a fluffy tail greeting him. He grabs at it immediately and you cry out when he grips it tight- back arching and your ass sticking out toward him, quivering little sobs starting to break from you.

“Hey- I was right; it’s pretty cute, lambchop.”

“Mis- Mister, please! Please let me-”

Dabi lands a smack to your ass and the words die under a whine, your little tail shakes along with your rump. Dabi stifles a groan at the sight and he grinds against your ass, reaches up to fondle your twitching ears. There’s another little bleat that sounds and then a whimper- ears jerking underneath his fingers and your ass rubbing all along his cock as you squirm and try to get away from him.

Oh, no- he’s not about to let a tender little morsel like you get away.

“Hey, calm down- I’m not gonna fuckin’ hurt ya or anything.”

You only give a cute, pathetic little sob in response. It goes straight to his cock and Dabi licks his lips whenever you turn your head back to look at him- eyes bright with tears and cheeks flushed, wet lashes threatening to stick to your cheeks.

“Aw, darlin’,” he croons- mouth stretching with a grin, thumb massaging the fluffy mass of your ear and sending a tremble through you. “C’mon- I’m just playin’ with ya a little. Let me have some fun and I’ll let ya go, okay?”

“F- fun?”

“Yeah,” he tells you- gripping your tail again to mirror the way he plays with your ear. The tiniest bleat slips from your lips when he does and he nearly groans at the noise, presses tighter against your ass when you shiver. “Just a little fun, doll. Just a little fun and I’ll let ya go.”

“P-Promise?” you sniffle- lips wobbling with an upset pout, even more tears glistening and dripping from your lashes.

Aw, ain’t that adorable. You’re just the cutest little dipshit, aren’t you?

“Yeah, babe,” Dabi lies through his teeth- grin stretching wide enough to take up his whole place. “I promise.”

Another sniffle and your head bobs in a nod, your shoulders slump in dejection. Dabi almost laughs at it, but he just smacks your ass instead- makes you jerk and bleat before he pulls away.

If you were smart, you would have tried to run away when he did. But, no, you just cower like the frightened thing you are and rub at your eyes with loose fists.

Dabi grabs onto your wrist before the thought of fleeing enters your dumb little brain and he jerks you toward him, makes you follow after him on wobbly feet as he drags you out of the alley.

“W- what? M- Mister- where are you- I thought-”

“What? You want me to fuck you in the alley? Well, aren’t you eager.”

You squeak and shake your head frantically- eyes so wide and still so bright with tears. Dabi snorts and tugs you toward the hideout, grins whenever you whimper but don’t try to get away with more than a weak little pull of your arm.

“M-Mister, you didn’t say anything about- about-”

“About fucking? Oh, come on, lambchop- what kind of fun did you think I meant?”

“N-no! Please!”

Dabi ignores your pleading and your whines- just like all the people that he drags you past.

You try to grip onto the doorframe when he gets to the hideout, try to stop yourself from being pulled inside. It’s no use, though- he rips you from it with ease and makes you stumble into the hideout and into him. A panicked whimper leaves you and Dabi huffs at it, grips you by the hips and squeezes them so tight it has you wheezing.

“You better be good, sweetheart, or I might not let ya go.”

Fear has your eyes widening, another whimper sounding. You sniffle, head dropping, and Dabi yanks on your tail until you squeal and look back up at him- tears dripping down your flushed cheeks and body curling in on itself.

“Tell me you’ll be good,” he demands- grinning while you cower. “Tell me, little lamb.”

“I- I’ll be good! Mister, pl- please! I’ll be good!”

Yeah, of course you will.

Dabi grabs you by the wrist again and drags you past the bar and up the stairs- ignores whenever Twice pokes his head out of a room and gives him a curious little look. It’s only luck that keeps him from running into Toga and thank god for that- there’s no way he’d be able to keep the little freak from tearing you from him.

Whenever he gets to his room, he just scoops you up and tosses you on the bed. One of those cute little bleats leaves you as you land on the mattress and Dabi snorts whenever you bounce on the bed, whenever you scramble toward the corner of it and curl up, cower and shake like a leaf. He only has to grab you by the ankle and yank you toward him to get the tears flowing again and that’s enough to get him grinning, his cock throbbing. You’re so fucking weak and pathetic. It’s hot, makes him feel powerful as fuck. He likes it. Maybe he won’t let you leave after all. Dabi grabs your other ankle and drags you all the way to the end of the bed, kneels down and hooks your shaking legs over his shoulders. Your feet jerk against his back, kick and stutter against him as he whimpers. The thudding against him is so light and he barks a laugh at your ineffectual squirming, grins as he digs his fingers into your thighs. They’re so soft and he can’t help biting into the tender flesh, can’t help groaning whenever you shudder and whine. Your panties are just a little wet when he buries his face into your crotch and Dabi grins at that, pushes his hands up until he can rip them off, push your dress up over your twitching hips. “Lambchop,” he sneers, “you’re wet. What- do you like this? Like being eaten up by a big bad wolf? Is that why you were sulkin’ around the alley? You little slut.” “N- no! I- I’m not! I don’t- I don’t-” A swipe of his tongue through your folds has your squeaky protest dying, a whimpering whine leaving you. Your hips buck against his face when he flicks his tongue over your clit and Dabi grunts as your tail twitches under his chin, beats against him. Your little cunt is tight when he works a finger inside and your cry is cute- shivering and upset and high pitched. Dabi digs his fingers into your thigh as he forces another finger into your little hole and you sob- cushy insides squeezing around his digits and trying to push him out as you whine and squirm. A bleat leaves you whenever he curls his fingers and, for a second, it seems like the bucking of your hips is less out of fear and trying to get away and more like you’re trying to get him even deeper. Dabi groans at the thought and he dips his head to swirl his tongue along your clit, pumps his fingers and gets your thighs shaking over his shoulders. Your cunt pulses around him again and he laps at the beads of juice that are starting to slip out around his fingers, scratches over your hip to make you whine and jerk from him. “M- Mister, please! That- that hurts!” Yeah, no shit. Dabi lifts his head so he can take in your flushed cheeks and teary eyes, the shallow panting that makes your chest move in stuttering little motions. A whimper leaves you when he leans over you and he grins when your cunt tightens as your legs are forced against your chest, when you squeeze your eyes shut and your fingers curl into the covers. “And does this hurt?” he sneers, thumbing across your clit and curling his fingers again. You whimper and your cheeks flush darker, your pussy throbs around him. “C’mon- does it hurt? Tell me it hurts.” “It- it hurts!” “Liar.” You sob and Dabi’s grin grows as shame washes over you, as you try to curl up and away from him. It’s useless, of course, and Dabi leans closer to you, makes you mewl and bleat whenever his fingers grab onto one of your fluffy ears, rubs tiny circles along it. You bleat, again, and he feels you get more wet, feels your cunt tighten down on his fingers. He knew that would get you going. How fucking cute and pathetic. “Aw, you like that, little lamb?” he taunts. “You’re such a little whore- what kinda slut gets off to this?” “I’m not- I’m not- oh!” Dabi snorts as you moan and he takes a moment to slip a third finger inside of your tight cunt, snarls a little when he feels your cunt start to clamp down on him and flutter. “Did you just fucking come?” He doesn’t get an answer from you- all you do is whine and hide your face in your hands, sob as your shoulders shake. Dabi wrenches his fingers from your drooling cunt and he sticks them in his mouth, sucks off your shameful juices and looks over you with a smirk. He could just eat you up. “Roll over.” You shake your head, whimpering, and Dabi rolls his eyes, grabs onto your sundress and tugs on it until the buttons pop off and he can get an eyeful of your teats. “Well, shit, these are cute.” He doesn’t mean to mumble it, but he doesn’t really care that he does. His tongue runs over his lips and he grabs onto your tits, gives them a squeeze that has you whining and squirming. It doesn’t escape his attention that your ears twitch and it doesn’t escape his attention either that your cheeks flush darker, that your back arches just a little into his touch. You really do like this, don’t you? What a dirty little lamb. Dabi pinches your nipples and gets you gasping, your hands fisting the covers again. You don’t fight him when he flips you over- don’t do much more than whimper and bury your face in the covers with a sniveling whine. Dabi pushes your dress back up and he eyes your ass for a moment- appreciating the soft, unmarked flesh. A hard smack to it has it reddening and he laughs as you cry out, scrabble up the bed as pain shoots through you. Your next cry is even louder and Dabi grins as he drags you back by the the tail, lays another smack on you and gets you shaking. Your tail twitches in his grasp and he squeezes it hard before letting it go, grabs onto your cheeks and spreads you apart so he can get a look at your glistening cunt, your puckered little hole. He thinks about wrecking your ass, but dismisses it- he can always do it later; right now he just wants to feel your snug little cunt swallow his cock. “Aw, babe, you’re so wet for me.” “N- no- I’m not!” Your teary little lie is so cute, pathetic- he fucking loves it. Dabi grins as he takes his cock out, bites into his lip as he strokes over himself. Your tail shakes along with your body and you whimper whenever he rocks against your wet cunt, choke out a whine when he reaches to grab onto your ears again, fondle them. A tiny bleat sounds as he grinds against you and Dabi sneers over how easy it is to make your hips buck against him, how wet his cock gets when it slides through your folds. You’re really just a weak little whore, aren’t you? A dumb little baby that can’t help but submit to the mean, mean man and your cowering prey instincts. His dick slides into you with ease and Dabi grunts as you bleat and squirm underneath him, as your cunt squeezes around him. You’re still so fucking tight, but you’re wet too- soaked and hot, snug and sweet with your bleats and your twitching tail. “Fuck- you like this, don’t ya?” Dabi groans, fucking his cock deeper into you, squeezing your ears and making you bleat even louder. “You like this big cock fillin’ up your little lambcunt, don’t ya?” “N- no! You’re- you’re too big! It’s too much! Mister, please-” “Fuck, yeah- keep callin’ me that. Keep squeezin’ my cock, whore.” A smack to your ass and you’re left whining, clamping down on him even as you stutter out little pleas and protests. Dabi groans as his cock sinks in to the hilt, groans as your gummy and pulsing pussy squeezes around him like its trying to milk him dry. It wants him to fill you up, he knows- it wants him to breed your little lambcunt even if you beg him to pull out, to stop and let you go. Yeah, there’s no way that’s happening. Dabi grunts and he fucks into you- your cunt squelching and his balls slapping against you, a weak whine leaving you whenever he hunches over you and curls his fingers into your hair and grinds your face into the covers. “Fuck, this cunt,” he growls out. “You’re so fucking tight. Goddamn cocksleeve, fuckin’ little slut.” “Mister! Mister, please!” It sounds like you’re mewling now- muffled little whines cut up with bleats and moans, punctuated with squeezes around his cock. He hisses as you start to spasm around his dick, growls whenever your hips arch back against him and he gets even deeper into your snug little cunt. You cry out when he bites into your neck- seize up and then go limp against the bed, tremble with tiny little bleats that only make him fuck into your creaming pussy even harder. “Oh! Oh! Mister!” “Fuck, yeah- keep begging, baby. Tell me how much you like it.” A whimper and a shake of your head, a loud bleat and whine whenever he rains a smack on your ass. “Tell me, you stupid slut. C’mon- I can feel ya gripping me. Already felt you come.” “N- no! No, please-” Dabi grabs onto your tail and yanks it hard, gets you gasping and crying out a reedy keen that has him groaning. He tugs on your tail harder and you sob, shake as your whole body tightens and your nails claw over his sheets. “Tell me.” “I- I like it! I like it! Please stop-” Dabi moans and he lets go of your tail to grab onto your twitching hips, grunts as he fucks into you harder and faster and makes you bleat over and over again. “Gonna breed this lil lambcunt. Gonna- fuck- gonna fill ya up.” “No! Don’t-” Too late. Dabi comes with a groan and he keeps your hips pulled tight against him, doesn’t let you escape as he shoots his seed deep inside of your cunt and humps it into your womb. He can’t hear your sobs as he pants and just grins as you shake underneath him, hooks his chin over your shoulder and presses a kiss to your cheek that makes you whimper and sniffle. The sight of his come dripping from your cunt whenever he slips out is the best damn thing that he’s seen in a long time and Dabi eyes your oozing pussy with a sense of satisfaction, gathers up his sticky white seed with his fingers and stuffs it back inside of you. One last tiny bleat and then you collapse on the bed fully- trembling and crying, flushed and whimpering. You don’t try to get away from him when he crawls over you and you don’t do more than snivel when he forces his lips against yours- your own moving with uncertain little presses that makes him snort whenever he pulls back. “C- Can I go now?” you whine out- voice thick with tears and exhaustion, shame. “M- Mister, please- you said...” “I don’t remember saying shit,” Dabi grunts, reaching over for his cigarettes and grinning whenever your eyes widen in fear. “N- no! You said- please-” Dabi ignores you as he lights up and takes a drag, huffs whenever your lips tremble and you weakly try to squirm out from underneath him. His hand grabbing your jaw has you stilling and a squeeze to it has you squealing- lashes dripping tears again and your body quaking in horror. “Nah, I don’t think you’re goin’ anywhere,” he tells you. “Think I like fuckin’ you too much, lambchop.” “But- but-” “But- but-,” Dabi mocks, leering as you whine and sob. You flinch when he squeezes your jaw again, whimper when he smacks your cheek. “C’mon, don’t be such a crybaby. I know you liked it.” “I didn’t-” “You did,” he huffs. “I felt you come on my cock. I know your little cunt liked being fucked and filled up by me.” Your head drops in shame and Dabi coos as you start to really cry, brushes your tears away with a mocking sweetness that only makes you sob harder. “Make me come again and I might let you go,” he tells you, fingers threading through your hair and gripping onto an ear again, rubbing them until you whimper and a strangled bleat sounds in your throat. “You can do that, can’t ya?” You bite your lip and Dabi knows you’ve resigned yourself to that with the way your shoulders slump, knows that he’s gonna have you creaming along his cock again. You’re so easy and simple and weak- he can string you along until you’re broken, until you’re made into a begging little slut for him. “P- promise?” Dabi’s lips stretch with a grin and he nods, watches as you sniffle and swipe away your tears. “Yeah, babe, I promise.” Another sniffle and then you nod- lips trembling with a pout and face so sulky and cute as you soak in the obvious lie. Fuckin’ idiot. Dabi moves to lean back against the pillows and he watches as you crawl between his legs, watches as your little ears twitch and your tongue peeks out to lick a tentative stripe along his cock. You shudder whenever he curls his fingers into your hair, but you part your lips when he forces you closer to his cock and Dabi grins as he smokes and looks down at you. Yeah, he’s not going to let you go. He’s not going to ever let you go. Dabi hums as you slowly swallow him down and he smirks when you shiver as his fingers rub along your ear, when a muffled bleat sounds along his cock.

hey if any one has any fics that are jacob black x reader he imprints but rejects it b/c of Bella can u drop them i’m looking for that angst

You’ve heard of cow gf for Dabi, now bare with me. Bull dabi with gf, like he has the stubborn personality and he could have cute horns, a septum piercing🥴

Don’t forget he needs to be milked too 🥛 tho he just needs his sweet gf to let him use her cunt to help him out!! She knows it hurts when he doesn’t get to have her wrapped around his cock at least twice a day

Sometimes he likes to pretend he is in a lot more pain than he actually is, he loves having you dote and coo at him- oh, you’re in pain, dabi? I wanna help make you feel better, I’ll do anything~! That’s what he likes to hear, since you’re so persistent on helping him ): won’t you be a doll and lift up that skirt and pull your cute little panties down? He really needs somewhere to stuff his load and you’re perfect for the job!

And he promises he’ll clean you up after, unless... you like how his cum feels inside of you? He isn’t shaming you, but if you like it so much, why don’t you let him give you a little more?

Dabi looks down between your spread thighs, watching his cock slowly pull from your spasming walls. Instantly, the moment his tip pops out with a wet sound, a waterfall of cum spills out and onto the bed, your poor thighs bruised from his tight grip shaking at the lewd feeling of his cum leaking. He takes pride in the mess he has left you in; your clothes ruined, cum all over your cunny and thighs, bruises from having held you too hard, your lips swollen from his mean kisses.

He taps your swollen clit with the tip of his cock, chuckling at how your body jumps with each little smack he gives you, “Too much?” He coos at your pathetic nod, “Poor thing, you’re a mess...” He presses his palm against your tummy, finding amusement in your pained whimper, “We should get you cleaned up... shouldn’t we?”

Again, you can only nod your head, having just realized you were still tightly gripping the horns that sprout from his head, “Nngh... n-no-” Your eyes roll back as you feel something put pressure against your poor hole, “D-Dabi, no more... I can’t...”

“But it hurts~” He coos, leaning forward to bury his face against your neck, “You promised to take care of me, (name)... and it still hurts a lot, just one more time? Please?” He gives you his best pout, kissing your neck and shoulder, doing anything in his power to convince his pretty little cumdump to let him use her again.

“B-But...” You look at his eyes, you hate to see him in pain! Maybe... maybe you could go again, right? You can do it for him if you try, “O-Okay, but don’t be as rough... please?” He nods his head, but of course, deep down he knows one way or another he won’t be holding true to his words.

Me before watching Infinity War vs me after watching Infinity War

Interning With Ground Zero Part 8

Pairings: Kaminari x Reader, Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Smutt, Angst

Word count: 2,441

@red-daddy-riot @unknown-galaxy317 @far-beyond-infinity

The crisp morning air slowly drew you out of your funk. Paired with the jovial lightheartedness of Kaminari goofing around and cracking jokes, you didn't find yourself with enough time to think between the tears of laughter and keeling over with stitches in your side. By the time you'd just about finished your trek around the expance of the resort you found yourself in much better spirits.

"Do you remeber that day when the Godzilla freak took out an entire city block?" Kaminari asked casually, glancing briefly your way out of the corner of his eye. Fingers interlocked and hands behind his head he continued onward at a leisurely pace.

"How could I forget? It was the first day of my internship, and the first real hero work I ever did." You explained with a blissful smile, having all but forgot about your sour mood from before.

"Well I never had a chance to thank you," Kaminari allowed his hands to drop to his sides, pausing in his tracks he turned to face you, giving you a small shrug. "We were in some serious trouble...and because of me Kirashima was put in a life or death situation. You..." Kaminari paused and drew in a steadying breath.

Seeing Denki so serious threw you for a loop, he was usually the clown of the group. Always cracking jokes, making sure his friends were in good spirits. It occurred to you that this was the first time you'd seen him look so grave. Pulling you from your thoughts Kaminari placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing as he stepped in closer you were forced to crane your neck to keep your eyes on his.

"You not only saved one of my best friends lives, but in a way you saved me too. I don't know how I would have coped knowing I was the reason that villain got the best of him. It still gets to me even though it all turned out okay." Kaminari continued. His voice low and quiet, almost like he was sharing a secret.

"Of course, what kind of hero would I be if I just let the bad guys win when I know I can help?" Placing your hand over his you found your voice smaller as well, coming out breathier than normal.

The grave expression fell from Denki's face, replaced with a bright smile and soft eyes. "Just know I'm grateful, (y/n). You can always count on me if you need something, anything."

--

"When is that loser gonna bring (y/n) back? How long does it take to walk around this place anyway?" Bakugou grumbled drumming his fingers against the tabletop. He and the rest of the gang had finished up breakfast ages ago. Some of them littered around the pool, others joining in on various activities like horseback riding, water polo, and spa treatments.

"Relax dude, there's no telling where they went for their walk. Besides, it's her birthday so she should get to do what she wants." Kirashima eased his friend with a light pat on the back. Tossing his towl over his shoulders and rubbing the excess water out of his ears.

"What did you just say?" Bakugou snapped upright, nearly toppling over the pool chair in the process.

"She should get to do what she wants. You know Bakugou she may be your sidekick but this isn't work. You're not the boss of her." Kirashima's added with a small frown.

"Not that you idiot, the thing about her birthday." Bakugou spat turning to face his best friend.

"Are you seriously telling me, that you knew we were coming here for a trip for (y/n)'s birthday... When you didn't even know what day it was?" Kirashima asked incredulously, mouth forming a small "o" shape.

"Fuck," Slamming a fist onto the table so hard it drew nervous glances from various other patrons Bakugou growled in frustration. "Mind your own fucking business grandma!"

After a heated exchange demanding that he did not sleep with you and blow you off on your birthday, Bakugou was left with the hard pill to swallow that only 90% of that was a reality. He may not have slept with you in that way, but damned if he wasn't the one with egg left on his face.

--

"Hey mind if I use your bathroom?" Kaminari asked. You decided to grab your bathing suit before heading out back to meet the rest of your friends.

"Of course, or not a problem. Whichever means it's fine." You laughed. Swiping your key card allowing access for the pair of you to slip inside.

Kaminari thanked you and disappeared into the bathroom. Figuring he'd be long enough to let you change, you ruffled through your suitcase for a clean bathing suit. You'd packed a couple that you saved up over the years and sadly didn't get to use as much as you planned. Kicking your shoes off you shimmied your shorts down, bringing your panties with them and kicking them aside. Left in your bare feet you crossed your arms over your stomach and pulled your top over your head. The loose fabric landing in a heap next to your shoes. Fumbling momentarily with your bikini top you tossed it onto the bed, switching your focus to your bottoms.

Stepping into the fabric you were still half way bent over when you heard the door to the bathroom click open. With a high pitched yelp you jerked your bottoms the rest of the way up. Hands slepping over your chest you whirled around to face a very alarmed Kaminari. "Shit I'm sorry! I thought I'd have enough time to change!"

Denki's whole face was lit up, blood abandoning all other extremities to heat up his cheeks–well perhaps not all of them. With a staggered choking sound Kaminari averted his eyes from your barely covered breasts. Flesh spilling out over your arms, at best they only served to squish their supple flesh together more. "It's fine, next time I'll knock when, uh, leaving the bathroom." Kaminari's voice jumped an octave above its usual baritone. Stepping backwards and pulling closed the bathroom door behind him.

"Fuck (y/n)..." You cursed with a feirce blush of your own. Snatching your bikini top off the bed and struggling to wrap it around yourself. Wondering if you'd gained weight since you bought the thing since your breasts didn't seem to want to be contained by it. You nearly gave up when the clasp in the back finally clicked into place.

"Denki?" You called through the door, knocking lightly. Your voice muffled through the other side. Kaminari either didn't hear you or was still too embarrassed to open up. Hot air escaped you lips, kicking yourself internally you tried the handle. Unlocked.

Pushing the door inward you found Kaminari sat on the toilet lid. His hands clasped over his lap. Refusing to look up when you entered he blurted his explanation. "I'm really sorry for seeing you like than (y/n)–I swear I just needed to use the bathroom I wasn't trying to be some kind of creep."

"No! Nonono, you didn't do anything wrong. I should have warned you, you had no way of knowing you were gonna walk into that. I'm the creep here." You explained desperately, waving your hands in front of yourself you rushed over to him. Dropping to your knees in front of the toilet and looking up at him with an earnest puppy dog gaze.

"Well, then no harm no foul right?" Kaminari asked with a little cough, clearing his throat he brought his voice back down to normal. Though his cheeks still held a tinge of red, and his cat like yellow eyes burned with something a little more than embarrassment. Why'd you have to go getting on your knees after that?

Heaving a sigh of relief you laughed, placing a hand on his knee giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Of course, I'm not mad at all. I'm just glad you understand." You hummed with a smile stretching across your delicate features.

"If it was gonna happen any day, today's the most fitting at least." Kaminari pointed out with a dopy smirk of his own.

"What do you mean?" You asked with a tilt of your head, relived to see that exchange didn't set yet another awkward wedge between you and a friend today.

"When else would you wear your birthday suit other than on your birthday?" Kaminari asked plopping his hand down on your head, heart pounding when you erupted into laughter and launched yourself into his arms, slipping in between his legs you wrapped him in a tight embrace. Giggling against his chest.

"H-hey, um not s-so close." Kaminari stammered, you had pushed his hand aside which was the only way he could conceal the boner you'd given him with that strip tease. Back to feeling like a pervert he tried to think of something to kill the erection between his legs. Something easier said than done with your plump breasts squished over it, and from the angle you were in, ass on display.

You'd noticed about the same time as he complained, that is to say the second your breasts hit his lap. Snorting through your lame attempt to hold in your laughter you cranked your head back further. Chin bumping up against his abs and locking eyes with him you crinkled your nose. "Fair, fair. But don't sound so freaked out okay? I'm not mad at you Denki, you've done nothing wrong." You reassured with such a tender look in your eyes Kaminari thought he was going to melt.

The way you called him by his first name only made the problem worse, and if he wasn't careful thinking of his grandma wasn't gonna be able to kill a boner anymore and that wasn't something he wanted to face. So giving up on his desperate attempts to advert the bloodflow from between his legs he flashed you an awkward smile. Swallowing hard he contimplated his next move. You weren't mad, you stripped when he was in the bathroom, and now you were on your knees with your arms around him looking up like that. Should he make a move?

--

"Hey, whiskers. Any word from (y/n) this morning?" Bakugou's eyes fell on Mirage wrapped in a fluffy white bathrobe, headed to her next spa treatment looking blissed out.

"Hm? Oh yeah she was gonna get her suit and head down to the pool." Mirage called over her shoulder, not bothering to stop.

"Well she's not at the pool so room it is." Bakugou mumbled to himself. Climbing the long spiral staircase he took a quick detour to his own room. Swiping his key card and waiting for the little green light to tell him the door was unlocked. He slipped inside and made a rush for his suitcase. Dropping to the floor next to it he pulled the zipper loose and began sifting through the carefully folded clothes for a small box. "There," Bakugou mumbled with a satisfied smirk. He wasn't that big of a jerk, he may not have know that your birthday was today but he did have enough forethought to pack you a gift.

--

Kaminari pushed all thoughts of should he from his mind. Acting on desire, acting off of your signals. The next thing you knew the endearing blonde placed a hand either one of your shoulders and pulled up up to meet his lips. Rough and a bit clumsy at first, Kaminari adjusted his first poorly aimed kiss down from the side of mouth, locking his soft lips with yours.

Your chest felt like it was about to burst, feeling Denki lift you off the floor was enough to get you flustered. Being pulled into his arms did you in. Then there were his lips, the poor aim only added to the charm. Giving you a chance to adjust from the shock of the initial kiss and bring a goofy smile to your face–that was until he kissed you for real.

Kaminari swallowed your small whimpers sliding his tongue across your lower lip as you settled down in his lap. Legs spread apart the knot in your stomach refusing to let you forget that firm bulge rubbing against your core each time one of you moved. He was so tender with his movements, he'd made you laugh, feel comfortable...he was so sweet. A stark contrast from your ex.

You found yourself kissing him back, slowly at first, but when your hips rolled just the right way you earned a muffled grunt from Denki and a small electric shock zapped through your ass where he placed his hands.

Pulling back abruptly with wide eyes Kaminari immidiatately released your bottom, hands flying up defensively. "Shit (y/n) I'm sorry! You, ehm, that felt...sorry."

Your initially startled expression melted into a grin. Snorting at his shocked expression you placed your hands on his cheeks, squishing them together and planting a deep kiss against his lips. Pushing your body as close as you could manage to his before resting your forehead against his. "You're fi–"

A loud knock coming from the other room disrupted your words. Both of your heads swiveled around at the noise. "Okay then? I should get that." Clearing your throat you shimmied off of Kaminari's lap, trotting out of the bathroom to get the door. Denki's eyes on your jiggling ass the whole way as he caught his breath.

Standing on your tip toes to peek through the peep hole you quickly unlocked the door. "Bakugou, hey what's up?" You breathed, whipping your mouth with the back of your hand and leaning on the still partially closed door.

Bakugou's eyes followed your movements, narrowing as you cleaned the saliva from your mouth. Leaving them locked on your puffy lips. "Happy birthday, you and that idiot ran off before I had a chance to give you this. So here." Bakugou grumbled pushing a long thin box against your chest, forcing you to let go of the door to catch it before it dropped to the floor.

"Huh? Bakugou you didn't need to get me anything, really this is too much." You explained gravely, shaking your head you tried to give it back only to be brushed aside when Bakugou pushed his way past you and into your hotel room.

"Just open it baka." Bakugou rasped, stopping hard in his tracks when Kaminari stepped out of the bathroom.

"Hey Bakugou, wow you went all out didn't you?" Kaminari asked pointing over Katsuki's shoulder as it all clicked into place.

Infernal Masterlist

In your sleepy little town of Greendale, nothing ever slept for long. And ever since October, everything felt like it was waking up. Everything except for you, that is. One teensy trip to Hell (and an infuriatingly cute guy) later and suddenly you felt wide awake. 

New uploads on Fridays!   On hold until the new season comes out!

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