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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨.
𝑇𝑜𝑗𝑖 𝐹𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
You made his toes curl, his eyes cross and his heart thump, you were his bratty sweetheart, his second chance —it’s as simple as that really.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI • fluff • smut smut smut • Toji brain rot • Toji bit yandere / toxic but how is that surprising • rough & soft Toji •
Toji who likes cupping his large hand under your chin and throat so he can feel the bulge of his dick as he slides it down. Spit dripping down your chin and lacing through his fingers until it slides down his wrist. Tilting your head up ever so slightly so he can watch little hearts form in your eyes.
“Fuck girl, you take it so well.”
He could feel your tongue against his balls, just giving him that little something extra because you were a sucker for spoiling him.
He knew you liked the view from here, his six pack, huge man titties and has hair falling forward to frame his face, those gorgeous green eyes almost glowing as they looked down at you.
That shit eating smirk on his face, that scar ever so noticeable.
“Y’not even gaggin’ -fuck, throats tight though think it’s got some competition with that pussy huh?”
His hips gave a test thrust, letting his dick flex down your throat to see if you’d gag, it made the man groan when he could feel his own cock flexing through the bulge in your throat. His green eyes rolling back into their sockets when he felt his cock sliding, the bulge retreating and running along his fingers.
But what made his eyes actually cross? When you pulled back and pushed him onto the sofa that was behind his legs, cock slapping against his stomach and he landed with a chuckled umph.
Joking about you being a brat, with a smirk on his face as you put yourself between his thighs, elbows resting on them. taking both hands around his length and wrapping your lips around his thick head, hollowing your cheeks and pressing your tongue to the underside of his cock head.
Rotating your hands in different directions and bobbing your mouth on his cock, solely focusing your tongue and cheeks on his bellend —and it was too much.
Never in his life had he found someone that sucked dick like you, that handled him like you had. You gave him a run for his fucking money and you made love hearts appear in his damn eyes.
Toji’s mouth hung ajar, his toes curling against the living room carpet, his eyes almost crossing as they started to almost zone out past you whilst his hips rose from the sofa in automatic, little bucks. Lacing his fingers behind your head and watching you with some dumb ass expression.
Toji who makes you some tea after with honey after to help with a sore throat caused by his dick. ♡
Toji who puts you in a choke hold when he’s fucking you from behind, huge biceps bulging against your neck practically cutting off your air supply.
Keeping you in a standing prone bone position as he presses you against the huge glass windows of the pent house. Ass arched back into him, your cheeks red from the result of his vile thrusting but he can’t help it, the look of your ass rippling each time and the sound of it against his stomach makes him near damn feral.
“Whole city can see you getting fucked like a slut, shit -you like that huh? Cunts clenching me.”
Toji who insisted this was just incredible sex, but hadn’t slept with anyone else in eight months since he first fucked you.
Toji who deals with any guy who tries to get close to you.
Toji who has access to your phone through his, having found someone to hack it so he can see who you’re texting… he insisted it was just sex right? He never asked you to stop seeing anyone because that would admit he wanted you to himself. Cause he’s piss scared of committing, he can’t accept love or acceptance due to his past trauma.
Toji who actively ruins any date you get asked on — he finds out the time and place, through your phone conversations, gets there before you and scares the guys away before you arrive.
Toji who is there to comfort you after being stood up again because he texts at just the right time, sliding in with a subtle check up and invites himself to see you… he cheers you up with some drinks, some touches all before stumbling into the house and hiking up that pretty dress you wore for the date, for that other guy.
Toji who gets off on the fact you started giving up on dating, because it just wasn’t working out.
Toji who kinda ends up feeling bad when he sees that you start thinking something is wrong with you, that you’re undateable.
Toji who starts seeing you different when you begin to hang around him more and he invites himself over, leaving things in your house, like his shirts and a toothbrush. how he likes your cooking, your night & morning routine.
Toji who wakes up with you one morning, the sunlight coming through the blinds. Green eyes tracing their gaze over your plump lips, the sheet riding just low enough to see some side boob, your subtle breathing and his heart really thumps for the first time for you in the glow of morning light. Crisp white sheets that always smelt so fresh, so you.
Toji who he can’t help but lean over and graze his lips to yours, eyes watching to see a reaction from you.
Toji who shifts himself to lay on top of you to encourage you to wake up, pressing kisses to your cheek before trailing down to your neck. Pressing his morning hard on to your bare cunt, still wet with slick and cum that he filled you with not seven hours ago.
Toji who hums in response when you groan his name, stirring from sleep, threading your fingers through his hair lazily before wrapping your arms around his head cuddling into him as he leaves wet kisses on your neck. Rotating his hips so the head of his dick rubbed over your clit, your groggy moan as you hips reacted back to encourage him. His heart throbbing like his cock as he starts to feel that emotion for you fire through his veins.
Toji who angles himself to slide in slowly, both moaning at that first stretch to accommodate him, his hot breath and moan vibrating against your neck. Hearing his muffled ‘fuuu’ck,’ still deep with recently waking from sleep.
Toji whose hands that skim up your body to place his elbows either side of your head, his thrusting unusually slow and controlled, green eyes drinking in every expression you made. His stomach pressed against yours, forehead resting to you as he actively made love to you for the first time.
Toji who let himself go, burying his face into your neck, wrapping his huge arms around your waist so he could fuck up into you. Coaxing you with words of praise to cum around his dick saying you were his girl, his bratty sweetheart.
Toji who got into a desperate state fucking you that he moans out a muffled ‘I love ya,’ with sloppy thrusts as he cums, hips jolting into yours as he releases trying to keep his dick thrusting at the same time but sensitive from over stim.
Toji who smirks into your neck when he hears you breathlessly say “finally, it took you long enough to realise and bloody say it.”
Toji who lifts himself, eyebrow arched looking down at you.
“What, you ain’t got summit to say back?”
“I need to hear you say it a few more times, you ruined five dates thinking I wouldn’t find out, so let’s say four more times with you meaning it and I’ll think about it.”
Toji who frowns when you winked at him, wondering how you knew he’d been ruining the dates, wiggling your hips to bring him back to you as he still cock warmed in you.
“I’ll convince you with my cock long before that happens sweetheart, you forget how I get you beggin’ n’cryin?” Bucking his hips a little as if to make a point, feeling cum drool down his balls at this point.
“T-Toji stop I can’t take anymore, you’re so big.” He mocked in some girlish voice, with some sarcastic expression making you smirk up at him knowing he was slightly irritated. As fair as you were concerned Toji had something to prove, females swooned over him and you were no fool to his past behaviour.
“Challenge accepted Toji Fushiguro, just don’t forget whose eyes I can make cross when I suck dick.”
“You fucking brat,” a large hand wrapped around your throat, cock flexing in your pussy as he half assed glared down at you.
“Yeah, but you looooooveee me~!”
“Yeah? hope you remember that sweetheart ‘cause I ain’t gonna fuck you like I do.”
© pharix 2023 permission is not given to repost, translate or post anywhere else.
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Part 15 of Ghost Kid in Gotham
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Green and Red Emotions, similar but not
Jason leaned against the wall, arms crossed, as he waited. He checked the time one more time and then listened for the sounds in the hallway. The bandage against his arm was causing an itch he ignored skilfully. If there was one thing the little shit was apparently good at in his feral stage it was fucking biting, though it was nothing to be proud at. Well unless you were well versed in the art of fighting dirty.
Eitherway the kid had a sharp set of chompers and apparently some sort of homing sense, considering Jason was only sporting three visible bite marks all on the same forearm and all nearly in the same area. The kid always aimed for that specific spot to bite. Maybe Jason should start considering keeping that arm out of sight for the little shit so he wouldn't latch onto it. But the following worst case would be the kid deciding on a new spot to bite on.
Footsteps caught Jason's attention and he inclined his head slightly. Light with purpose loud enough to make sure people knew they were coming.
So he knew and was not going to avoid him today.
Good, Jason wasn't going to allow his brother to make that choice today anyway. He had waited long enough. His patience lasted long enough for his brother to step into the room fully and flick the lights on, before Jason closed the door behind him. Considering Dick was only simply turning around with a tired smile, confirmed his thoughts that his brother knew this was coming.
"Got enough of avoiding me already? Thought it would take me a week." He could help the teasing dig.
"Jason."
"Safe it Dickbird." He shook his head. "You're good. I don't think the 'kids' noticed anything. No bets on Cass though. She can read any of us like an open book."
He watched how his elder brother sighed, put his hands on his hips and still smiled at him. "What gave it away?"
Eyes traveling over the wary form of his elder brother he considered answering the question honestly. Dick was good at hiding certain emotions, but even he slipped up in the smallest of moments. Moments you wouldn't catch easily if one wasn't looking for them, small tells Jason had gotten familiar with over the years. He could be honest but then his elder brother would attempt to cover these tells in the future so he wouldn't 'worry' them and put even more on his shoulder unnecessarily.
"During that Dinner you stuck close to Demon Brat, little shit and me." It wasn't a lie, but neither the full truth. It was the first thing that tipped him off along with what Dick had said. "Besides that I have my own sources ans suspicions. The little shit has a pit, one that is different from mine."
"Is that going to be your nickname for Teethling, that's not a very nice little Wing?" Dick joked but Jason's expression didn't change as he watched the other. After a moment Dick once more let out a sigh and comped through his hair with one hand.
"If this is about what we found out about Danny's past. We didn't hide anything there. We have found an entire paper trail of his schooling. You know he could use some help with English." The light heartedness of Dick's voice did not carry as Jason didn't take the bait, but instead heard something else out of it.
"So what did you and the old man hide?"
"Jason." He tensed at the seriousness that entered his brother's voice. So it was bad, really bad. He wanted to curse Bruce but he didn't really know for what exactly, it was just one of his go to mechanisms whenever the old man kept something from them.
"Keep talking Dickbird or I will go to Barbie instead." Dick flinched, he refrained from arching an eyebrow but couldn't help the small lift to his lips. It was just a thrown out thread, implying that he would have Barbie hack into the Batcomputer if necessary to get the information it wanted but looking at that reaction. She was involved, and most likely not happy with their handling of the information they had.
As the silence stretched on he got impatient again.
"Chop chop pretty boy. Spill or do I really need to see Barbie?" Was it fair to use Barbara as some sort of weapon here? Probably not, but did he care? Nope, he didn't. He was going to get information on what was going on with the little shit and how much of that fucked up green juice was involved. Though he was pretty sure for the kid to get dragged it must have been a shit ton of it.
Neither of them moved for a while again, and Jason really thought that he might have to go to Barbara for real until Dick once more commed through his hair seemingly finally having come to a decision himself. Turning on his heel the elder went over to his desk and pulled out a laptop, not any laptop but the one with direct connection to the Batcomp Servers.
Jason caused heavily under his breath as he walked over and watched Dick power it up before logging in to access files. Fuck, it must be really bad if they went that far which meant Bruce had intended to keep all of them out of these files should they attempt it directly over the Batcomputer.
Which meant Demon Brat would have no chance of seeing these unless he uses one of the special access ways. The moment Dick pulled up the first image, Jason only half heartedly listened to his brother's explanation as his eyes turned green.
"These fuckers!" Oh he would need to go out on Crime Alley tonight, otherwise he wouldn't know where to put this shit ton of rage. His head sharply turned towards his elder brother for the first time he realized just how much of his own emotions Dick had been hiding from them reflected in the others eyes.
"The bits and pieces of the reports we recovered are even worse." He watched how Dick closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and focusing them solely on Jason. The rage he had just seen no longer reflected in his eyes but at the same time his brother halted like he saw something else that stopped him for a brief moment before he continued. "It's more speculation based on the bits and pieces we have discovered. Are you sure you really want in on this information Jason? It will not be pretty, and Danny…"
"Will still be a little shit that fucking bites me like I am his personal chew toy." Making direct eye contact Jason attempted to earnestly convey his stand on the situation. Besides now that he had seen a glimps of what was most likely truly going on, he was not going to leave that fucked up shit alone.
Jason only later learned through Dick's admission that his eyes had glowed green throughout the entire explanation of what they had dug up so far as well as what they were suspecting and only turned back once Dick was done and had closed the laptop. If he punched a couple of criminals in close combat just a tad bit harder than necessary in response that night, that was no one's but his own business.
Meanwhile in a Area hidden between Illinois and Gotham
Dan sat on the little hill of unconscious bodies he had created in his ghost form. Originally he was going to go for the headquarters of the League of Assassins. Thing was, having a merged ghost core of two different ghosts, as well as a newly created human side (thanks to his clone body), did intact impact his 'Danny' memories slightly. Which meant he sort of forgot where it was again, but hey instead he remembered where some of the sub hide outs where. Like this one that happened to be close to Illinois.
He kicked the guy squished under the one he was sitting on, enticing a pained groan out of them. They weren't dead, Jazz, Ellie and the twerp had spent a lot of time resocializing him. He was not about to fuck that up by taking a live. Besides, the twerp as well as his human half never really had been able to take a life.
Still he was stuck, now. He had thought that they had been involved. Danny had disappeared without an explanation. Of course there could alway have been the chance that the GIW as well as the twerps former parents had lied in some way. That instead of disappearing, the twerp just got transferred to some other place they didn't know about.
But Dan had remembered when he had seen the world map. He had remembered them. People capable of making people disappear without a trace. Be it permanently or for their body to turn up at a later point as a warning. He wouldn't have put it past them if they had been behind it.
If the old sack of bones had learned of the twerps powers, his tone most likely would have changed. His eyes flashed for a moment just a bit brighter in a muddled red at that thought.
In a way it surprised Dan that he was able to think this way about these people. But then again. He had left his human side behind and merged his core with Plasimus. He did not hold any sympathy for these people anymore. Well maybe only for one of them, the rest could go screw off as far as he cared. And if he knew his former self the way he did then he knew that the only ones the twerp would really care for would be his mother and twin. Which was fine with Dan only to a certain extent, he would only care for one of them and which one it was was pretty obvious in his opinion. Damian held the same value to him that Jazz did.
Talia was a different matter. Without his human half and probably a bit of the influence of Plasimus' core, Dan had a more objective opinion on his shared memories with Danny in regards to her.
Kicking another unfortunate soul on the human pile to give his frustration way, he growled as he sensed a new presence coming closer. When the growl didn't work as warning enough and the presence did not deter in their approach, he turned, flaring his hair and snarled towards the shadows.
His eyes glowed stronger and dangerously warning red as they narrowed at the person that stepped out of the shadows. Observing him and the pile of unconscious bodies stacked under him.
"This is quite the surprise. I did not expect your appearance."
"Where is he?" Dan snarled gloved fingers turning into claws, figures she knew about his existence somehow.
"Won't you at least greet me, Habibi?"
His hackles rose and held out his claws threateningly, preparing for the fight that was most likely to come. "I am no son of yours! Now, where the fuck is he?"
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dp x dc#dpxdc#crossover#dcxdp#dick grayson#jason todd#dan phantom#talia al ghul#de aged danny#feral danny#danny and damian are twins#demon twin au#Jason wants Infromation#Infromation Dick has#Dick was not going to avoid Jason any longer#Meanwhile Dan#Talia sees him as son#doesn't matter if Dan likes it or not#Emotions are high#and eyes are glowing#unedited#no beta we die like danny#ghost kid in gotham
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your hand on my waistline
tags: Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek Hale, Under-negotiated Kink, Somnophilia, Free Use, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Slice of Life
A/N: The title is from Taylor's song "I Know Places." Also, posting this here, will put this up on ao3 in the next 12 hours or sm. It's already noon here and I've only moved from my bed to go to the washroom lol... the plot (or porn?) bunnies really took over this Sunday morning.
on ao3!
He wakes up syrupy slow, the blankness of a good night's sleep wanting to take him back, the brightness of the sun bringing him to consciousness. He wakes up like a gentle breeze, eyes closed, slowly getting on his knees, cracking his limbs. His eyes open when hands trail his waist, warm and big, his upper half bare. Kisses land in the middle of his shoulder blades, and the touch has him smiling and turning his head.
"'S early." Derek's eyes are open just enough for him to squint and for Stiles to glimpse a bit of green, and he tugs, and Stiles follows until his back and Derek's front are adjoined, both of them clad only in boxers. Derek's hands caress his stomach, his chest, and rest there. This position, with Stiles' body on one of Derek's hand, will have his partner complain of a numb arm when they truly, eventually get up. But for now...
They sleep.
*
This time, he wakes up to trailing kisses on his body. Warm lips, big hands, and a breathtaking smile greet him as he opens his eyes, and morning breath be damned. Stiles moves his hands to Derek's neck, fingers caressing the hair at the nape, and Derek comes closer, his body hovering over Stiles', and their lips meet. It's sweet and unhurried, open lips and eager tongues, few clacks of teeth and a cheeky lip bite from Stiles on Derek's bottom lip.
"Brat," Derek says when he pulls back. Stiles grins.
"How ever will I be punished?"
Derek's eyes flash. Ruby red, danger. He's supposed to fear it. He should — he's the prey. Derek is the predator, the so-called monster, the thing that doesn't exist.
Stiles wraps his legs around Derek's waist, calves digging into Derek's back, his hands playing with the elastic on Derek's boxers.
"You're such a brat." Derek means it, more than means it, eyes still red, and oh, here it comes. His right hand wraps around Stiles' neck, left hand on the other side of Stiles' head, and they're a breath apart, so close. "Do you know what happens to brats, Stiles?"
He has an idea. But he says, "No."
Derek grins, feral. "I'm going to teach you, then."
*
His hands are tied to the bedpost, they sting with the stretch, and his neck is bruised from Derek's tight grip on them. He doesn't choke him, but he holds, and Derek holds tight. There's no other way to hold, and Stiles wouldn't want there to be.
His legs are as wide apart as they can be, and Stiles wants to free his hands, wants to move them and grip Derek's hair, pull him up and make them kiss. But his hands aren't free, and Derek is between his legs, head bowed, lips and teeth working against Stiles' sensitive inner thighs, his balls.
Derek licks a long a stripe across his balls, and Stiles can only mewl. Derek has been at this for fucking hours. (Minutes. But to Stiles, time only exists when he's cumming, and right now, that is an eternity away).
"Fuck, baby, the noises you make. I could cum from just that," Derek's voice is a low register, hoarse, and damn it. Too sexy.
Stiles mewls in agreements, pants, "Please," like that will do anything. "Let me cum, please, please."
Derek looks at him. Direct. Commanding. "You're still speaking," he says. He doesn't say anything else.
Stiles can't take it. He loves what Derek doles out, he does, but today he has no patience. He stares into Derek's eyes, the ocean-forest colors, and pleads his case. "I'll do anything. Anything, just let me cum now, please."
Derek doesn't agree right away. Doesn't say anything. He just watches, nostrils flared, jaw set. Sees the desperation and the tempting image Stiles must make, tied and at Derek's mercy, begging, pleading, crying. And he takes Stiles' cock in his mouth, hard and leaking, and goes to town.
Tongue, fingers, and the suction of Derek's mouth has Stiles cumming moments after, gone on pleasure.
He's inchoherent, all the words in his extensive vocabulary reduced to whimpers and noises he cannot parse in his current state, and all Derek does is stroke him through the experience. He's hungry still, nowhere near done with Stiles, his cock rock-hard and touching Stiles' as he moves up after, cum-tasting lips on Stiles after he's stopped trembling, has finally gone lax.
It's the morning, he just had an orgasm, and Derek is kissing him and being the gentleman he is, soft with him. Washing him up with a wet cloth when Stiles makes a noise of disgust at his state, and it's only after Stiles turns around to be the little spoon, his hands free now, back to Derek's front, that he realizes only one of them chased their pleasure.
"Alpha?" He asks, bone-tired, almost asleep again.
"Shh, sleep. Just one thing — you're still okay with me using you, right?" He says it so casually, like getting to fuck Stiles wherever and whenever (within some limits they've both set, after hours and hours of conversation), isn't something unusual, when in fact Derek was the one most hesitant about it. They haven't really done it much, despite their love for the Alpha-Brat routine, but Stiles knows one thing for sure.
"Yup. Definitely a-ok with it. More than."
Derek brushes away hair from his forehead and rumbles with pleasure. "Sleep," he says again, and Stiles is off to dreamland with a smile on his face.
*
His trip to dreamland is rather small — or so he thinks. Because when he opens his eyes once again, it's not because he wants to, but rather something makes him do it.
The something happens to be Derek's cock thrusting in and out of him, brutally fast, on the edge of his orgasm. Stiles doesn't even have to spare a braincell to get on with the program, his own cock leaking at the pleasure Derek is taking from him, the little tremors going through Derek's body, hands across Stiles' waist, on him, hard and bruising.
"Hard, harder," Stiles' voice comes off sleep-rough, and maybe he's been asleep longer than mere minutes. Derek fucks into him, big and warm in his tight little hole, and it's perfect, this combination of them — Stiles is by no means a shy little virgin, but every time with Derek feels like the first time, and Derek has told him more than enough times that he feels the same. It's magic, Stiles will always say; Derek always counters with, "No, dumbass, it's love."
Maybe it's a combination of both, because goddamn, Derek hasn't been the only man he's been with but he is the only one to make him feel this way.
Derek heeds his words, too gone on chasing his pleasure to do his routine "do the opposite of what Stiles says" at the moment, and he cums like a wave, all inside Stiles, his thrusts becoming uncontrolled. There's a low growl, snap of teeth at Stiles' neck, and that's it, Stiles' dick joins the fun.
Stiles' insides fill with Derek's white-hot cum as the sheets below him fill with Stiles'.
They lay panting for about five-minutes, Stiles not minding the mess because he's got Derek's arms wrapped around him and his dick inside him; he's comfortable. And then Derek breaks the silence.
"Was a record, baby," Derek tells him, kisses the back of his neck, open-mouthed kisses that has Stiles blushing like he didn't just have sex with the man. He turns in Derek's hold, who watches him, a little cross-eyed, and with a small, wicked smile on his face. "Hey. Sleep good?"
"Good," Stiles answers, snuggling in against Derek's chest. It's warm, and good, and his Alpha is all rumbly, purring with pride. "Record?" His vocabulary still seems to be lost, stolen by Derek's cock and his ability to suck cock, too, and Derek, the bastard, gets it. So when he speaks, Stiles just knows he's grinning his "wolf got the canary" smile.
"Fucked you once already before you woke up. Took my time with you, baby, put my whole fist in you. You take me so well, like you were made for me, fuck, come here." Stiles leans more and more into Derek's chest at the revelation — Derek loves to take his time, and can spend hours edging his pleasure when it concerns Stiles and all that he has to offer. Which means Derek used him for about two hours; Stiles knows him, and he knows that, especially when it comes to preparing Stiles, Derek can take at least an hour.
And Stiles woke up when Derek was about to cum the second time. So, yep. Definitely two hours, at least. And he didn't even stir in all that time, not until a long time — definitely a record when it comes to Derek using him and him being not conscious for it.
Derek pulls his face up and Stiles leans into the kiss, so sweet and gentle, it gives him cavities. And it's so jarring from the words spilling from Derek's mouth, Stiles has to focus to realize that yep, this is happening.
It's always the quiet ones.
"Almost made you spill in your sleep, baby, and that made me want to cum. So I did. I already cleaned you," Derek answers his unasked question. "Even made breakfast, but put it into the fridge for later." Sex talk and food talk, in the same conversation. Stiles loves Derek more and more every single day.
"I love you," Derek kisses him at the words, still sweet, but possessive, too, this time. "Yours."
"Yours, Stiles, always yours."
Stiles grins and moves his pointer finger across Derek's chest, slow and sensual. "Could you do one more thing for me?"
Derek raises an eyebrow. "Other than lick our combined jizz from you and our bed?" Stiles nods. "What do you want, brat?" The switch is so quick — baby to brat — and Stiles lives for this.
"Bring me breakfast in bed and feed me food because, you know, sex legs and all that."
Derek rolls them around and pins him to the bed, on his side where the sheet is not wet, and fuck, there they go again, their cocks touching, creating unintended friction.
"At this rate you'll have to feed me lunch in bed, too."
Derek grins down at him, already teasing Stiles' hole with his fingers. "Made enough sandwiches to last till tomorrow morning."
Stiles says in-between whimpers — he's too sensitive — "Fuck. How long was I asleep for?"
"Long enough for me to plan what to feed you. Food-wise and me-wise."
Derek's clearly been spending too much time with him, because that's something he'll totally say.
"Yes, yes, yes," Stiles pants, and the day goes on and on, the sunlight on the floorboards of their bedroom turns into shadows cast by the moonlight, and then the lamps light the way. They eat food, cuddle, and kiss. And they fuck, brutal and quick, and they rest, and they make love, looking into each other's eyes and saying everything they've said till now and will say in the future.
They're in their own home, in love and with each other, and this is how they choose to spend this weekend.
*
Monday morning comes, and Stiles wakes up to Derek talking on his work phone. Stiles catches the tail-end of it.
"—feeling well. Thank you. Bye."
Stiles waits till the call disconnects and Derek puts the phone away on his nightstand.
"I tired you out, huh?"
"Stop talking. Sleep. Too early," Derek swallows Stiles' laughter with a kiss and even his protests of it's not too early, it's almost nine in the morning, according to the clock on the wall, ends in a huff and another kiss. "Sleep," Derek insists.
Stiles doesn't just have sex-legs. He has sex-body, and he's just not going to pass this up.
So, he sleeps, and the sleep comes easy with Derek's weight on him.
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😈😈 ~ make me ~ 😈😈 [omega!sub!Jason Todd x alpha!dom!GN!Reader] [A/B/O] [teaser]
teaser for an upcoming, still untitled smut fic! ngl the title will probably end up being Arctic Monkeys lyrics again
content tags: omega sub Jason Todd x alpha dom Reader, GN race neutral Reader, A/B/O dynamics!, bratty Jason, hair pulling, submission bite, in this house Jason Todd is multiracial, fight me ✨
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"I can see you overthinking right now," you say, amused. You have him pinned to the bed by a hand twined into the soft curls at the back of his head and a knee pressed to the small of his back.
He cracks dark sea-green eyes open just enough to send you a shitty look back over his shoulder, the brat. "Means you ain't doing your job, alpha," he snarls, "seeing as the whole point of this was to get me to stop —"
He breaks off with a gasp when you fist your hand in his hair and tug hard enough to shift his head across the bed. Another rub of his cheek against the bedsheet, and the twin sensations, that sinful softness beside the sharp pain of his hair being pulled, are enough to make him exhale in a whimper.
You straddle him, lean down to speak softly in his ear and to let him feel your warm weight pressing him into the bed.
"Stop thinking," you say softly, a command as well as a finish to his sentence that you interrupted.
He grumbles to cover the way he shivers a little, but nothing can hide the way his scent spikes with desire. He needs this, needs you and what you can do for him. What he trusts only you to do for him.
Still, he flashes his teeth in challenge, because letting you lay him out flat on the bed without protest is one thing, but letting your teeth anywhere near his neck that easy is another thing entirely.
"Fucking make me," he snarls.
So you bare your teeth right back at him, a near feral grin, and let loose a low alphan rumble from deep in your chest, aggressive and possessive enough to make him whine in quiescent response, eyes going half mast.
He's so fucking beautiful like this, you think as you tug the collar of his leather jacket down to expose his nape, as you tighten your grip on his hair to keep him still, as you bite down firmly on the nape of his neck.
He melts limply into the bed, moaning softly as the submission bite makes his whole body go lax and soft in a way that's so hard to achieve by any other means.
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Hey there demons, it's me 🖤; ya boi back at it again at the Krispy Kreme
I saw your post about doing another smutember so I've spent the last few days brainstorming some prompts for ya ;)
So, personally, I'm a fem!dom type gal and I really don't see enough representation 'round the lu fandom. So, note that the first few prompts are fem!dom related. (If you don't feel comfortable writing them all, just pick and choose at your leisure. Or ignore this idk)
Sub!Time with begging and edging, maybe a bit of bondage. Tie the big man up and make him whimper. (I fully hc that bc he's always in charge, to have his partner take charge in bed would make him explode)
Have you seen that post by @fairly-linked-buffet where its the yan!chain just using reader as a doll all at once? That but role reversal. Reader who has all the boys tied up (w/ consent) along a wall and just goes down the line giving pleasure/pain/edging, while the others are forced to watch n wait their turn.
Brat!Legend need I say more? His sassy mouth can get him in some trouble sometimes...think reader would need to come along and teach him a lesson 😏
Done with the fem!dom so here are some others:
Praise Kink!Warriors. This man has had to deal with Cia and all other kinds of crazy bitches over the years, let's send him a reader who will just love on him/praise him and genuinely mean it. Soft times, y'know?
Reader stuck in a hole in the wall w/ the man of your choice. Like the classic step sis got stuck in the dryer shit but reader is stuck in a wall inside a dungeon.
Fairy!Reader and Fairy!Hyrule inside a flower. Like that old art you did awhile ago.
Four/colours x Reader - let me set the scene: they're in the forge, reader bent over one of his working tables, blue fucking readers throat, green going from behind, red whispering sweet nothings in their ears and caressing/kissing readers body, vio (and maybe shadow) using some still warm coals from the forge and pressing it against readers skin. Kinda like the dripping wax thing, not enough to burn but enough to sting.
Skinny dipping with wild down by the river or him sneaking some pics of reader on that slate of his to use when he's feeling particularly needy.
Sky going godslayer mode to defend reader from monsters and reader repaying him later with some full service.
Sneaking outta camp with Twilight for 'patrol' to have a quickie. Him pushing reader up against a tree and just going bloody feral (the idea of his chest to my back has me drooling)
Might think of some other stuff later, but that's all I got for now.
Take care of yourself beastie 😘
~🖤
Hello-oh sweet Hylia!! BEASTY!!!
Stole the breath right out of my lungs with this! I wasn’t even sure if I was going to do Smut-tember for myself, but after this… how could I not?!
Okay okay… the Fem!doming!! One of the best things in the world is to have a tough, masculine man under your thumb to play with and control.
- Time! Oh my dear beloved… I think my first fic writing post was Malon and Time with all that, but would love to add some of our other lovely men to it. Especially First, Twilight and Fierce! Having them beg is just… satisfying all on its own. 100% agree with the HC!
- OMG!! I haven’t but I will be!! These poor men are going to go insane with Reader just slowly making them watch and wait like good boys. Reader just stops right in the middle of giving pleasure, moves away for several minutes to make the lust grow. The Voyeur in the group (whoever that is) is going to come unglued because Reader knows he likes to watch and makes sure he is last.
- Say no more! Reader would have no issue figuring out how to keep that mouth shut and turn Legend into the proper bedroom gentleman.
- All the hell those obsessed women put Warriors through, he needs to be cared for and doted on with praises and soft touches. Make sure he doesn’t lift a single finger because it will be all about him and Reader won’t be like all the others that leave him in the morning as if he was a piece of meat or a trophy to screw. He deserves the world!
- Reader stuck in the wall?! Oh this will be yummy! Reader tried to get into the next room (the wrong way) by crawling through the too small of a hole in the wall and is now stuck. Good thing one of the Links are there to protect their backside… Reader just turned into the best side quest ever.
- Fairy!Reader and Fairy!Hyrule! Lol! Hyrule just disappears for a whole night and comes back in his normal size, all drunk and covered in pollen. Time and Wars would be the only two who really know what just happened to him.
- FOUR/COLORS!!!! Reader is going to want to work with him/them more from now on. This could also be a really good HC where Four may keep away from sexual activity not because he doesn’t like the acts or physical contact, but because it just turns into a war inside his head since each of the colors like something different and may dislike or not be okay with what another color wants to do. Split though… The Colors are small sex machines!!
- Wild getting secret pics while skinny dipping, ooo better not get caught! Them going to a hot spring in the middle of the night and just stripping and hopping in would quickly turn from lazy relaxation to a game of chase because Wild got caught taking pics, ending with a different type of play. They need a way to release all their worries, what better than the thrill of someone seeing them, steamy hot water and the pleasures that come with Wild between Reader’s legs? Wild still gets to keep the pics and deffo uses them!
- Okay, that's hot… Reader (Fem or male for this one!) is nearly taken out, but Sky gets there just in time as Reader screams/hollers and he goes on a full rampage (white eyes and lightning!). Wide eyed and slightly panicked, Reader won’t hesitate to thank Sky, completely ignoring the fact that they both have blood on them. The fear of what could have happened would make this a very passionate scene as Reader is wanting to give thanks, but Sky wants to feel that Reader is alive (his god-like powers still flowing while doing so).
- Ooh my weakness… feral Twilight being rough and bossy without words… He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off Reader and finally gives up and bends them over. When Reader can’t keep quiet enough as he savagely takes them, he puts a hand over their mouth (back to chest!) and tells them to be good. When that still doesn’t work, he will need to give them a reason to be quiet.
I seriously can’t decide what is my favorite!! You have done it again and I thank you.
I will be writing these, but for everyone else, I’ll boil down the prompts to fit all fandoms.
Don’t forget to spread the word for Smut-tember 2024 to all other smutty writers/artists and let me know if you are joining in!
Keeping it Naughty!
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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 12
Hi friends!!
I read a certain dark romance book this week and then also spent some time trying to catch up on all my lovely mutuals' fics (and there were many), so the rec list is only like 9 fics this week. I guess that's still a lot? It's no 27 fics though.
If you tagged me in a fic this week, I'm planning to get to those soon I promise. The actual spreadsheet with all my recs can be found here and the masterlist for my fic recs can be found here.
Anyway recs below the Pedge
Adversity a Frankie/Ezra series by @the-ginger-hedge-witch
This combo... okay I'll just start with how unreasonably HOT this is. Like you got Ezra: protective, talkative, wild, a little feral, definitely likes to use his mouth, lean and impeccably dressed with that dumb little blond patch. Then you have Frankie: Established Canon Pussy Eating King, def talks you through it, broad shoulders and a cute belly, patchy beard you'd just die to have between your legs, broody boy. So obviously, I'm already about to pass out. And then!! Their relationship with each other makes me feel so many things. The way Ez pulls Frankie out of his fucked up head and the way Frankie settles Ezra UGH. And then!!! and then!!!!!!! The way they take care of reader and the way they all love each other and balance each other out!! The hints of the other TF boys in there is v fun also. I know this series is old, but I am dying for it to be added to. Every glimpse into this wonderful lil throuple was wonderful. <3333
i've got headaches and bad luck but they couldn't touch you - a Joel one shot by @tremendum
Brat tamer!Joel is sooooo fucking hot. This is filthy and I love it!
warmth - a Joel one shot by @grippingbeskar
ooooh i love how at first this is just a sweet lil fluffy thing and then you put *you can stop reading here if you aren't a whore. however, i am, so i will continue* LMAO. I'm obviously a whore so I obviously kept reading. This one is for my thigh riding girlies <333
the worthwhile fight - a Marcus P one shot by @swiftispunk
So glad you decided to write some sweet angel baby Marcus P!! And I love the lil twist with reader being the protective one, because.... I actually cannot see Marcus punching anyone. Like I'm sure he would if he had to, but in my head he's such a soft boy I can't. The smut, as usual, was just absolutely immaculate. Looking forward to more marcus from you maybe...???? (please)
Sparks fly - a Joel one shot by @ezrasbirdie
Ok listen... This is the second anal fic I've read in as many weeks that made me have emotions other than filth... How do y'all keep doing this to me. The story is adorable, I love it!! And then they eat each other's asses and it's hot and it's a good time. Honestly I'd still give this a shot if you're not into the idea of eating Joel Miller's ass bc there's a bunch of super cute interactions and some smut before that happens... If you're a freak tho... this is the one
Just a little taste - a Din one shot by @jksprincess10
I fucking love inexperienced!Din and I love when he tastes pussy for the first time and just goes absolutely nuts. This was so hot ugh.
Fire a Din one shot by @jksprincess10
Din Djarin Fluff Supremacy
Hungry Hearts - a Joel series by @atinylittlepain
Young Joel... in booty shorts... playing baseball??? Being a gratuitous flirt and a total asshole in the most frustratingly charming of ways?? Ok and then... he's also a MECHANIC... Slutty Joel is everything. Oh but let's not stop there! We also get girl dad Joel being the most stereotypical softball parent ever. Sarah and Ellie being so very Sarah and Ellie about the whole thing. Also like if you needed more incentive for some reason Joel gets hit in the balls while being a douchebag. I feel like I'm not selling this as well as I should be, but I don't want to give too much away. It's delightful. Read it!!
Peace - a Joel one shot by @swiftispunk
As a former John Green novel SIMP, I love the living eulogy thing. It has a special place in my heart and I refuse to apologize for that. This fic had me tearing up bc like... Joel Miller deserves to hear how good he is and how much he means to people and he doesn't really ever get that in canon. Not really. I am going to have a literal breakdown bye
----------------oldies but goodies----------------
The Appreciation of Fine Liquor - an Ezra one shot by @write-and-buried
poor baby - a Joel series by @walkintotheriveranddisappear
Just a little game - Javi P one shot @walkintotheriveranddisappear
quickie (boyfriend's dad!joel x reader) - a Joel one shot by @joelscruff
𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 - a Dieter one shot by @psychedelic-ink
warm up - a Dieter one shot by @ezrasbirdie
Dieter Bravo x Library AU - a Dieter one shot @fuckyeahdindjarin
Bouquet, Bloom, Blossom - a Dieter series by @mypoisonedvine
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Happy Reading
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“You better watch your fucking mouth” with rhett shelby please i’m going feral
jay💞
screaming without the S rn this is just filth i am so sorry
nsfw | 18+ only
you and rhett had been arguing, about what though, you couldn’t even remember. rhett had almost gotten in a fight at the bar, some guy was getting too handsy with you and rather than letting you take care of it yourself, he stepped in. he caused a huge scene and you wanted nothing more than to smack the shit out of him.
you were raising your voices at each other all the way home, not stopping once you made it inside. he plopped down on the couch, scrubbing his face with his hands as you continued to fuss.
“i swear that’s all you think about is fighting. we can’t even have a nice night out without you trying to start something. maybe i outta go back to the bar, that guy looked like he couldn’t wait to get me in bed with hi-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before rhett was stalking towards you. he grabbed your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks almost painfully.
“you better watch your fuckin’ mouth, sweetheart or it’ll get you in trouble.” he said, his eyes dark and his breath fanning across your face.
“or what?” you knew you were in for it as soon as the words left your mouth. you smirked at him, knowing it was going to push him over the edge.
“such a fuckin’ brat.” he said as he pushed you against the nearest wall, spinning you around until your front was pressed against it. his hand fisted into your hair, pulling until your back bowed. you let out a loud moan and pushed back to grind your hips into his.
“need to teach you a lesson, darlin’. can’t let you keep runnin’ that smart mouth of yours.” he pushed your dress up above your hips and smacked your ass, the sting of it making you gasp. he slipped his fingers inside of you and groaned. his other hand moved from its hold in your hair to wrap around your throat, squeezing it slightly.
“he couldn’t give it to you this good. he wouldn’t know how to take care of a brat like you. but i do, don’t i? know exactly what you need. color, honey?”
“green, rhett, please. need you.” you could hear him undo his jeans, and he pulled you back flush against his chest, hand still around your neck. he groaned low in your ear once he bottomed out, showing no mercy as he pounded into you.
“don’t come until i say you can.”
live reaction of me rn
#this is so filthy i’m sorry#asks#writing prompts#jay <3#rhett abbott#rhett abbott x reader#rhett abbott x you#rhett abbott smut
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Could you write reader finding out food tlb liked from when they were human/their childhood and making it for them as a gift?
I know you wanted a fic but I have so so many thoughts about each of the boys that I'm gonna collect them all in this post!
The Lost Boys: Their Favorite Old-World Foods
Marko:
The little Italian stallion <3333
I HC him as growing up in inner Florence, Italy, during the artistic revolution. He was fairly elite/in high demand as a model
Basically, a brat with an ego
Still despite rubbing shoulders with the greats, he loved to come home to his family’s little city house and eat his mamma’s cooking
I think Marko’s favorite ‘old world’ dish is Garmugia: a simple springtime soup with cured pancetta, lima beans, scallions, and all sorts of other green veggies
It’s not fancy or especially delicious at all. But I think the smell, the taste, would make him freeze up, flooded with memories
and maybe for a second he’d stop being a feral, combative, snapping undead animal, and you’d catch a glimpse of the athletic young human from centuries ago
Dwayne:
My personal HC for Dwayne is he got put in a residential school for native Americans at a young age, basically ripped away from his family
He probably escaped, hightailing it out at around 16, and then survived alone on the streets of early 1800s colonizer cities with the rest of the dredges of society
(Which to me gives him a very strong “I fucking hate capitalism I truly hate this country and deep down I do genuinely want to see this broken system burnt to the ground, also FUCK cops” mentality)
I think Dwayne’s most memorable old-world food would be Gingerbread. Not the gingerbread we know: a soft, cake-like bread flavored with molasses, ground ginger, and cinnamon. Very dark and not very sweet
He worked odd (and illegal) jobs to stay alive and when winter rolled around street vendors would sell big hot slices of the stuff
Bringing him some real, legit circa-1810-gingerbread would probably make him remember the far-distant, little moments of actual joy he had in his human life
AND you’d probably be able to convince him to actually talk about his past for once
Paul:
Country boyyyy, I love youuuu
In my mind Paul is rural midwest, late 1800s when the industrial revolution was really kickin’ off and the cities were poppin (with drugs and alcohol lmao)
He was probably raised on a farm & did farmwork most of the time. Picture him in a low ponytail and work duds, pitching hay. That was probably for the best because that dude 100% has dyslexia and a math learning disability
But oooooh he was prettyyyyy and he knew it: I think Paul eventually ran away from his family’s farm and basically became a partyboy in a big city, like New York, and was changed there
I think Paul’s favorite old-world food is (brace for the cliche) Apple Pie!
Probably a rare treat his momma and sisters would cook up in the autumn and winter: smelling a good, home-style pie now makes him think of barefoot evening sitting on the farmyard porch, listening to cicadas
Unrelated, but I think Paul- that’s right, partyboy druggie bonerboy Paulie- still remembers how to tie a hog
David:
I have conflicting thoughts abt this motherfucker
His backstory HC for me is still a little elusive, but I have some basic details for him
He comes from a pretty fucked-up biological family (probably a crazy-abusive dad and absent mother), was 100% drafted in a war at some point (I suspect the civil war), and 100% deserted his station in that war. Out of cowardice, fear, or distain, I don’t know.
I don’t think David really has a favorite food?? He’ll eat plain rice. Plain, oily noodles. Hard-tack biscuits. Literally anything like whatever it’s not his personal thing
David like drinking and smoking. I think David’s favorite old-world vice is Irish Whiskey. Again, not the drink we think of. A lot less refined, very rough and coarse: it was the most popular and easily-accessible spirit in the 1860s
I think it reminds him of ‘simpler times’: just him, alone, human, in a dingy old bar, getting the cheapest drink he can get, ducking his head to avoid being seen by military officials and wondering where he can run away to next
Give him a straight shot of Irish whiskey in an old-style enameled bar glass and it’s one of the only times he won’t be full-on Mansplain Manipulate Manwh0re: he’ll probably sit on a beachside bench with you, drinking in silence, watching the waves crashing far away. Lost in thought. Looking as old as he really is.
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This concept has been eating through my brain like acid: life series Joel and Grian having insane bloody feral sex when they team as red lives, and then awkwardly mostly avoiding each other on green and yellow (I forget what fic said this but there’s a Joel-centric fic that described it as “that green life clarity” that I thought was so funny).
I’m thinking either primal top Joel x brat Grian or some kind of stricter gleeful dominant Grian with a still feral submissive Joel who’s doing his best to obey. I love your Grian from insatiable who’s theoretically a brat until he brats too hard by accident and ends up punting his partner into subspace. And then he’s a dom. Oops. And I love your Grian from lovegame who’s ever so frightening and everyone is TERRIFIED of him going red.
Also Joel like a tamed wolf etc… going insanely feral as a red life and being desperately, devastatingly loyal to whatever teammates he can scrounge up vs Grian who sees his allies as necessary sources of power and leverage but also as ultimately temporary, who is fully ready to strategically abandon his teammates as soon as it becomes advantageous to do so.
Anyways. Dynamic of: Joel being absolutely feral with bloodlust but trying so hard not to kill Grian and be the best teammate he can so that Grian doesn’t abandon him VS Grian who knows logically that he should drop Joel as soon as it becomes too costly to keep him as a teammate but who keeps instinctually protecting him + accidentally getting too fond of him anyways. Because one-sided devotion my beloved.
Sorry for the long and clinically insane ask. Just wanted to let you know. All my love!
this ask could not have found me at a better time. i'm in exactly the right mood to talk about insane red-life sex. (little sidenote, lovegame chapter 5 is about to drop very, very soon!)
i've written joel/grian before, both in a published fic where grian was afk and an unpublished fic i actually forgot existed until this very moment, but both of those fics were set in limited life, and this kind of dynamic feels straight out of last life to me. if i were going to write this (and i'm actually quite tempted, but i won't make any promises as my WIP pile is ridiculous right now), i'd definitely want to set it in last life. joel killing grian because he's lonely and desperate for a friend? the two of them wreaking havoc on the server together? it's perfect.
also, to me, the version of grian that's actually cold enough to hold joel at arm's length could only exist in last life. in every other season, it's clear that grian thinks he's the type of person to prioritize his own personal victory over taking care of his team, but he keeps getting emotionally attached anyway. he may pretend otherwise, but he always reveals his hand in moments of panic. i can see him overcompensating in last life and stringing joel along with the promise of companionship, putting off any actual vulnerability until it's too late... okay, i'm definitely doing a last life rewatch now.
as for the dynamic between them, i have a heavy personal bias toward dombottom grian as well as an undying fondness for joel getting his shit wrecked (and loving every second of it). that being said, i don't think joel would take it lying down. if he were on green or yellow i'd just call him a brat, but we're talking about red joel at his most violent and out-of-control. whether he'll actually successfully flip the script on grian remains to be seen, but the underlying possibility is always there, and grian is very uncomfortably aware of it.
so yeah, thanks for the ask! i didn't expect to get this enthusiastic about it, but i'm all in on the insanity bandwagon now. i can absolutely see myself writing this. the only real problem is that i can't see myself finishing it, because if i've got this much to say about it from the get-go, i could end up with another lovegame-sized project, and i've been incredibly busy with real-life things, so my writing progress has been moving at a snail's pace. if only i lived in a perfect world where i could sit around and write minecraft roleplay porn all day...
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I was denied medically from the job I wanted can I get some cute Ann Ness and Gregory movie night in Freddy's content to make me feel better
I’m so sorry, friend, that really sucks. Here’s some tooth-rotting fluff that hopefully makes you smile! Takes place in some sibling AU adjacent universe where everything is lovely and nothing hurts.
All is Well
Vanessa was never really sure if she liked Movie Mania at the pizzaplex. The event took place one weekend a month where the biggest screen she’d ever seen in her life was put up over the stage in the atrium and the massive room plus both mezzanines were filled to the brim with children. It was a Saturday to Sunday ordeal, movies lasting late into the night with the majority of participants sleeping over.
Because on the one hand—good golly was the special overtime pay for Movie Mania worth it. But on the other—so. many. kids. Snot-nosed brats galore and their parents. She’d taken the night shift for a reason, y’know? No customer service necessary.
She and two dozen other employees ran the whole shindig, so at least she wasn’t alone. And they got to use the dorm-esque rooms in the basement, which were equipped with (actually rather comfy) bunk beds, so it wasn’t like they were breaking their backs from sleeping on the floor. The animatronics stayed upstairs, ready to call in human reinforcements if something happened, which made it a win-win for everyone.
(She had significant reason to believe that Gregory ditched the party and slept in Freddy’s green room every time he attended, but she had no proof. Freddy wasn’t talking, and Gregory only ever gave her sly but oh-so-innocent smiles. Anywhere outside the atrium was out of bounds for guests during the sleeping portion of Movie Mania, but Vanessa knew all too well that her gremlin little brother had all the bots wrapped around his little finger.)
Tonight might not be as exhausting as previous events, though, because for once, Vanessa had a guest with her. And she herself was technically a guest for the Saturday portion, though she would uniform-up if she had to.
Yawning, Vanessa slumped further down in the padded booth she had reserved for her and Annie long before the doors had opened. Like hell were they gonna sit on the floor. Her joints would murder her if she tried.
Annie sent her a grin. “Tired already, Grandma?” she whispered. Back to the Future played across the screen in front of them, larger than life. “You got an eight o’clock bedtime?”
She made a face and let her head flop onto Annie’s shoulder. “You joke,” she shot back, not really having to worry about being quiet with how loud the movie was, “but these brats are gonna start waking up at six, and it’s all downhill from there.”
“Ah, the joys of youth.”
“Honestly. Do you have any idea how glad I am that Gregory likes to sleep in?”
Annie chuckled and leaned her head against the top of Vanessa’s. “You say that like I’m not just as glad as you are.”
Vanessa snorted. “Oh yeah, you’re there too.” Turning to press her cheek a little more firmly against Annie’s shoulder, she sighed. “At least you get up at a reasonable hour. ’Cause I sure as hell wouldn’t feed Mr. Bottomless Pit breakfast if it was left to me.”
“He’d go feral, probably,” Annie mused. “Maybe break into our neighbors’ room and steal their snacks.”
Vanessa fake shuddered, stifling her laughter. If Gregory got hungry enough and neither she nor Annie were up to obtaining him food, she had no doubt that he’d manage to charm his way into getting one of their fellow dorm residents into doing it instead. Munchkin had mastered his puppy-dog eyes long before he came to live with her.
Speaking of…
Vanessa sat up, patting Annie when she whined over being abandoned, and peered around the room. The massive movie screen lit up the multitude of faces in the dark, but it wasn’t necessary to scan them for her brother.
All she needed to do was find Freddy.
She spotted his glowing eyes off to the side, where he could make a subtle getaway if he had to. A bunch of other kids were gathered around him, though Marty McFly held their attention, but only one kid ever got the coveted position of sitting on Freddy’s lap.
Gregory was periodically looking down at his phone, so he and Freddy and maybe even the other animatronics were all texting. He’d seen Back to the Future before, so she couldn’t really blame him for not being too interested. Nonetheless, he looked relaxed and not like he was about to go cause trouble, so she slumped back down next to Annie.
“All is well?” Annie asked. They shuffled around, tangling themselves together on the wide bench. You were never too old for cuddles, especially not during a movie.
“All is well,” Vanessa said, eyes falling half-lidded. So maybe she was a little more tired than she’d admit. Something about Movie Mania—with the flickering darkness, the atmosphere that came with a couple hundred people packed together in surprising peace, and the rumbling surround sound—made it easy to drift in that warm place between true sleep and full wakefulness.
Okay, and maybe being with one of her favorite people in the whole world helped.
#i answered a thing#aboyandhisstarship#fnaf fic#fnaf security breach#star's stories#life and times of star
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Kinks that I hc Yandere Bakugou, Kirishima, and Deku have!
Cw: slight daddy kink, spanking, dumbification, NSFW ish, Yandere, noncon/dubcon
Bakugou
He definitely has an impact play kink. He basically sets you up constantly to make sure you fail, any excuse to punish you.
He definitely adds his quirk in to make it hurt.
This is one of your milder punishments though, only when you speak back or ignore him.
Yeah, he definitely has a love hate relationship with you ignoring him. He needs your constant attention, so when you only grace him with a glance in his direction before rolling your eyes
oh he fucking loses it.
snatches you by the back of the neck, drags you over to the couch, will put you over his knee, pull whatever panties he graces you with to the side
he’ll go a little easier at first, ask questions and taunt you until you break
“Still wanna ignore me, princess?”
“Can’t keep quiet when I spank your ass raw.”
“I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit for fucking weeks, you stupid fucking brat.”
so when you’re finally hollering and sobbing for him to stop, it only makes him spank you harder.
there’s really no winning with this man
Kirishima
He has a size kink, most definitely.
You could be 6’, 200 pounds, and he’ll still treat you like you’re the size of a chihuahua.
He also kinda loves wrestling and play fighting, which just goes to show his immense strength over you
He’s like an overgrown puppy, constantly pulling and tugging you, flipping you over his shoulder, tackling you to the ground
You have more bruises from his “friendly fights” than you do from him rarely getting mad at you
He loves when you’re riding him, how he can just push and pull you from his cock as if you weigh nothing
He always handles you like a rag doll
“You’re so tiny baby, my cock can’t even fit all the way.”
“So pretty and small, such a delicate little thing you are.”
When you’re under him, he’s shoving your knees to your chest, hooking your ankles behind his head, turning and twisting you to fit better under him
He just loves how small you look compared to his big frame
Makes him go feral when you’re whimpering and whining about how he’s too big, his cock is too much, how your little cunt is stuffed too full
you’re just his pretty little doll baby
Deku
I feel like he’s into babying/infantilism
it goes hand in hand with his hero complex
his little baby just can’t do anything for herself, so he just has to do everything for her!
you aren’t even allowed to think about dressing yourself
you’re constantly in doll babies and teddies, cute little skirts and ballet flats
if your hair is long enough, trust and believe he’s forcing you in between thick thighs to put your hair into pigtails and green accessories
when you’re eating, he sits you on his lap, with your hands handcuffed to a bar he set up under the table, as he hand feeds you
he even does the stupid little “open wide, aah” shit whenever he feeds you. with every bite.
drives you fucking stir crazy.
with his babying, he loves dumbification
loves talking down on you, something about how his little girl can’t even think for herself with her dumb little brain
he loves ingraining this into your tiny little brain whenever he stuffs your mouth with his cock
he mentions something about conditioning you, helping you come to terms that you’re the number one’s dumb little baby who needs her Daddy to help her think when she’s not using her cunt to think for her
“Repeat after me, baby: I’m nothing but a hole for my Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
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hey so remember that post i made about making lyrics to Dedede’s theme in KatFL?
and I attached those lyrics in a reblog?
well I’ve made full extended lyrics now because I felt like it and also I like writing feral dedede ok-
under the cut to avoid spoiling the unsuspecting person
warning: feral
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Roar of Dedede (fanLyrics)
Tearing you down
The sound drowns you out
(GRAAR!!)
Can’t wait to shred you to pieces on the ice-cold stone floor
Isn’t it so surprising
Don’t you look appetizing
Baring my fangs, I’m gonna claw you to bits
Salt from the tears will season
Those frigid crimes of treason
What is that look? Can’t you take any more hits?
Though familiar that cute voice resounds
I can’t pinpoint where it falls on these grounds
Frozen still before the stone pillar pounds
You got a death wish, kid?
I don’t get it…
COME A LITTLE CLOSER!!
At last
Now that we’ve crossed paths
You have been outmatched
Now prepare to be savagely surpassed
You can’t tear this beast down
So come and give me
All you’ve
Got now!
You try
You’re falling behind
Don’t look so surprised
This barbarian’s bloodlust is defined
To maim, to mutilate
I’m gonna maul that
Stupid
Pink face!!
Feral and ferocious and ravenous too
Frothing at the mouth just at the thought of you
Through the window to the soul, changing from green to blue
Shocked seeing the Beast Pack’s new brute make his debut
I think the floors need a splash of red
Understand? Then I’ll just go ahead
For your crimes against royalty
Fighting ferocity
Face this dread
‘Cause I won’t stop ‘til you’re DEAD
What’s this? Get a grip, why do you keep coming back for more?
Pierced by the horns so vicious
Skewered yet still ambitious
Barbarity wafts through the cold, windy air
This ruthlessness keeps growing
The winter’s storm keeps snowing
Yet with each blow, it seems you can’t help but stare?
The primal instincts spill into my head
And the world’s colored a maddening red
When I see that face which still hasn’t bled
I just can’t help myself…
I’ve caught your scent…
NOW LET ME TEAR YOU TO PIECES!!!
Beware
You better prepare
Approach if you dare
‘Cause how could a brat like you ever fare?
Don’t you even think twice
The beast’s awakened
And he’s
Not nice!
Lying
That's what you’re trying
Oh, quit denying
Yet it seems you’re on the verge of crying
The rage starts to ignite
What are you saying?!
Shut up
JUST FIGHT!!
Fear the animalistic monarch so cold
This monster really can never be controlled
His bloodthirsty bite you truly, simply must behold
Craving your taste which you continue to withhold
Inside, the winds fan my fury’s flame
I don’t think I even learned your name…
But I’m starving for some fresh meat
So prepare for defeat
Feed the beast
I’D SAY I DESERVE A TREAT!
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can I request dom!tsukishima putting his glasses on the reader during and it makes him go feral haha
an? anon... ANONNNNNN dont make me turn this into a tsukishima stan account cause i will. look at what you made me do😭😭. but thanks for requesting 🖤. if this wasn't what you wanted please feel free to send me an ask and I'll try to fix it for you🖤. request are open
pairings? timeskip!tsukishima x fem!reader
tw? nsfw content ahead MDNI dom/sub dynamics, the use of ‘sir’,use of ‘daddy’, degradtion, creampies. slight oral (fem reciving). slight sensory play (?), handcuffs, all characters are aged up in this. and some soft tsuki at the end cause im a sappy bitch
- you knew what you was in for when you deciced that you were going to act like a brat at tsuki’s reunion with his old teammates from karasuno. and there was no way you were going to get out of this punishment, no amount of begging, whining or crying was going to stop him tonight
- as soon as he opened the door to your shared apartment, the apologies was already flowing out of your mouth. “ ‘m really sorry tsukki, i didnt mean to-” “what? you didn’t mean accidentally bend over in front kagayema when you knew your dress was riding up? or was it an coincidence you were hanging off his arm at every given moment” you whimpered at his harsh tone, i mean yea .. when he says it like that it sounds bad.
- “you already know what i want you to do and i want it done before i make my way into the bedroom, do you understand me ( )” you let a quiet ‘yes sir’ before hurrying off to the bedroom, there was no telling how much time he was giving you to be fully naked and on the bed waiting for him, and you needed any and every second you could get your hands on.
- you stumbled slighlty as you rushed to get out the dress, cursing at yourself for choosing such difficult shit to get out of. but that thought was soon out of your head as your heard tsukishima walking towards your bedroom. so you hurried and chucked the rest of your cholthes to the side and trying to get into position before tsukishima reach the door.
- “so you do know how to follow directoins” the buttons on his jacket was undone, tie was missing, a few buttons of his shirt was undone showing a glimpse of his chest. his hair looked like he had ran his hands through it several times as he apporached you on the bed. “whats the safe word?” “lavender” “mhmm and what if you cant use your mouth what do you do then?” you tap the bed three times indicating your non verbal safeword
- “good girl, you know why i’m puinshing you dont you” “yes sir, i do” you shivered with anticipation of what was about to become of you when he turned around and reached for the drawer that had all of your toys in there. you shifted slightly, your legs starting to crap up from being pulled you chest too long but you didnt dare move them from their postsion not wanting to add to your already existing track record.
- when tsukishisma turned around he had some lube, and hancuffs in his hands. it seemed simple but you knew the things that this man could do with his hands alone. he then leans down to set the items next to you purposely letting his fingers just barely graze the skin of your calf. you whine in response to his teasing touch. “mmm so needy for me and i’ve havent even touched you yet” chuckling as he leans back up, discarding the tie from around his neck and rolling up his sleeves so they were to his elbows.
- you admire him while he is in this state he looks so .. so .. beautiful, calm (for now at least) this moment was short lived as tsukishima grabbed your hands from where they were resting on the side of your body with one hand grabbing the handcuffs with the other.
- he held your wrist with such delicacy as he put the hand cuffs on. once both writs were secure  he checked in. “color” “green sir” he pulled on the chain now connecting you wrists to each other over you head, indicating that he wanted you to slide up. so you did and once tsukishima felt like you slid up enough for him he placed a hand over your stomach and you stopped. he slid the cuffs to the hook at the head of your bed leaning down and giving your cheek a kiss.
- moving the bottle of lube before settling in between your legs. letting his middle finger glide up the inside of your thigh watching as he leave goosebumps in it wake. once he gets to the outline of your panties, he uses his ring and middle finger to pull them to the side. “so wet for me” he slides a finger through you slit gathering your slick on his finger “might not even need the lube ‘ you moan as he bring his finger to his mouth, hips bucking up unintentionally as you watch his tongue swirl around his fingers. “please sir.. please touch me”
- he makes no move to obliged to your request. instead he went back in between your legs twisting your pantines around his fingers, successfully moving them out if the way so he can circle your clit with his tongue " do you think you should be able to cum after they way you acted today ( )" he mumbles, sending vibration straight through your core, before the sensation went away
- you open your eye to see tsukishima removing the rest of his cholthes .. expect his glasses which is werid because they are usual the first thing that comes off unless..
- after his cholthes are disregarded somewhere in the room tsukishima is back on you with his glasses in his hand as he places soothing kisses on your jaw line. “since you cant seem to read the room, maybe these will help you see a bit better hmm” was what he said to you before he slipped his glasses on your face. his prescription was bad, but not to bad just made things slighlty more blurry
- “there you go” kissing his way down your neck, massaging your hips in his hand “you know the rules dont you ( )” you squeak out a barely audile ‘yes sir’ you know he hears you, because if he didnt he wouldnt have moved from the position on your upper chest
- he’s circling your nipple with his tongue adding a bite every now and then just to hear you yelp out of surprise, while he’s rolling the other in between his fingers and pulling ever so slightly when he bites the other one adding to the pleasurable pain. he switches giving your other nipple the same treatmment
- he lets your nipple go with an audible ‘pop’ he’s sitting up, caresing thes underside of your thighs. you hear the cap to the lube opening, just barely making out tsukishima’s figure pouring some of the lube in his hand trying to warm it up before he puts in on his cock. you know when he puts the lube o his cock, even if you could barely see, beceuase he hisses at the contact before grumbling out “fuck its still cold” now you would have laughed at this if it wasnt from the slight presuree at your enterance. but before the question was fully processed tsukisshima tip was starting to enter you
- ~o- oh shhhhhit fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck~ you moan out as tsukishima length streches you out. his pace starts off slow, dragging the length of his cock agianst your walls and oh fuck does it feel good. the cuffs rattle as you try to bring your hands from above head. you let out a whine mixed with a moan from the back of your throat. he knows how much you like to have your hands on him, but tonight you dont get the luxury, you hear a deep chuckle ring out in your ear “seems like someone’s a bit... stuck” “yea well, guess who’s fucking fal-”
- the insult died on your tongue as his he started hitting deeper, harder. you almost forgot about the punishment here if it wasnt for tsushikama’s delightful reminder “hey now, lets not get too carried away here wouldnt want my glasses to slip off your face” changing his angle so hes brushing against your sweet spot “ but then again you probably want them to slip off dont you slut” shaking your face side to side as he hands come down to connect with your thighs leaving a dull ache after
- you try to deny the accusations but your mouth cant seem to form the words, and tsukishima decides that this is a good time to speed up his thrust, successfully rocking your body up the bed and you feel the glasses staring to drift off your face. you try to turn you head to the side so you could use your arm, but that just made it worse. “seems like your having a hard time there ( ), dont tell me you cant do a simple task such as keeping glasses on your face. you really are my dumb little slut” “ ‘m not i prom-promise. i ju- it just feels so good sir” you babble out, any other thoughts besides how full you are right now are vacant from your mind.
- “yea you are my good little slut arent you ( )” you tighten around him at the praise “~fuck~ squeezing me so tight, you must like that dont you, yea you fucking do cause youre mines. and mines alone. not for kagayema, you hear me ( )” his pace became deadly as he sneered kagayemas name out, sending a wave of pleasure crashing over you as you came with a silent scream. your mouth forimg an “0” shape, turn curling painfully hard as your eyes start rolling towards the back of your head, balling your hands into fist above your head, while tsukishima fucks you through you orgasm.
- you barely register the glasses slipping off your face, or the sound of the handcuff as they slip off your wrists. “you there baby, ah there she is, there’s my girl. you think you could tell me a color baby” tsukishima was now leaning down so his mouth was shell of your ear. “be a good girl and let daddy finish yea?” “mhmm im green. ‘m okay daddy” and thats all he needed before he was chasing his own high
- you could tell when he was nearing his release because his once degrading words turn into slurs praise, he intertwines his hand with yours, you feel his twitch inside of you before he’s biting into the base of your neck as he releasing a thick rope of cum inside of you. you both let out a breath of exhaustion. he callaspoed into your chest. you take this time to run your finger through his hair and down his back, you feel the tension melt away under the touch of your fingers as the glide over his body.
- “ ‘m sorry for bending over in front of kagayema, it really was an accident ...i didn’t mean to upset you” you sligtly panic when you dont get a reply but realize he was sleeping, from the even and soft breaths coming from your him. you slowly maneuver yourself and tsukishima so he’s laying on his side, pushing his bangs out his face so you can kiss his forehead before making your way to the bathroom to get some wet towels to clean you and tsuksishima up.
- ‘maybe i should get dome water’ you thought, taking a little detour to the kitchen. opening the refrigerator you see there is a bowl of precut fruit in there. you grab it taking a chunck of pineapple and pooping it into your mouth. so thats what he was doing before he came into the room .. AWWWW HE SO SWEETTTT... youre gonna tease about it when he wakes up.
- you walk back into the room you almost go into cardic arrwst. tsuskishima was sitting on the edge of the bed facing the door.. almost like “aww you were waiting for me to come backkkkkk, thats so sweettttttttttt.” “shutup, i dont even know why you left werido” he snatches you up in his lap when you are close enough. “well since somebody was catching up on his beauty rest, i was getting this” you dangle the damp towels in his face “or do you prefer to go to sleep with cum all over you” he swats the out of his face, and you hand, pulling you into his lap. “ i wasnt even sleep, now make yourself useful and feed me .. please” you roll your eyes taking a strawberry from the bowl bringing it to tsukishima’s lip
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» 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖙
𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗
𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏
𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍, 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎.
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𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚍𝚘𝚖!𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚒, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢. 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚝𝚘𝚘
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“Captain, please! I’m ready to be back in the field, Hange already cleared me for dutyㅡ”
Levi whirls around to face you and jabs a finger into the center of your chest, his stone grey eyes turning to slits in frustration.“You are not ready for the field, [L/N],” he snarls. “You have proven your recklessness enough to guarantee that you will never see outside Wall Rose again.”
You were momentarily taken aback by his sudden change in temperament; you were always so used to his disinterested stoicism. The sting of tears in your eyes forces you to look down at your feet in shame. Crying in front of the captainㅡyou had never felt more humiliated in your life. But he had no right to lock you up in the city while the rest of your squad was out beyond the wall, risking their lives. Your place was with them, and Levi knew it.
“I’m a better Scout than half the regiment,” you finally say through gritted teeth, still staring at the ground. “You think I’m reckless? Then go bench Mikasa too, while you’re at it.”
“Now you’re giving me orders?” he replies, dangerously soft.
You meet his eyes. His unreadable expression has returned. “I’m telling you to treat me fairly,” you say, crossing your arms.
“Life isn’t fair,” Levi snaps, turning away from you with a flourish of his cape. “I thought someone as smart as you would have figured that out by now.” He doesn’t stay long enough for you to spit whatever insult you had waiting on the tip of your tongue. You could do nothing but fume as Levi stalks away from you to rejoin the regiment.
Your cheeks burn with shame as you feel the eyes of the rest of the squad looking back at you in sympathy, but the sound of the horses’ hooves trotting away on the cobblestones tells you that no one is willing to stick up for you.
You take a hesitant step forward, gazing after them, focusing on the back of Levi’s head. His dark hair was always the easiest to pick out in a crowd. As if he knew you were watching him, he turns his chin over his shoulder and those grey eyes meet your own again. A silent conversation drifts between the two of you, until he finally disappears around the corner, taking whatever he had planned to say with himㅡleaving you alone in the middle of the street.
The sky is dark by the time you hear their return. The absence of their words was enough to tell you that the mission didn’t go as planned, and there were bound to be reports of casualties. You stand at the window of your quarters, looking down at the group of soldiers trudging along the street. Your eyes scan the faces quickly until you land on Levi’s, and the wild pace of your heartbeat lessens. He always came back. But this time he looks as if he had truly taken a beating; his face is solemn and splattered with blood. Blood that hasn’t evaporated yet, meaning it isn’t Titan blood. It’s the blood of a fallen comrade.
A sinking feeling plagues the pit of your stomach as you turn away from the window and lower yourself into a chair at the table, waiting for him. A few minutes later, a knock sounds at your door.
“Come in,” you call to him.
Levi doesn’t meet your eyes as he appears and closes the door behind him, pulling his green cloak from his shoulders and dropping it to the ground in a heap. He says nothing as he unhooks his ODM gear and strips it carelessly from his body, slinging it over the back of your bed.
“Levi?” you offer, keeping your words gentle and calm.
“Don’t,” he says, voice low with sorrow. He stands in front of the fireplace, keeping his back to you. You notice his hands flexing at his sides, as if trying to keep control of himself.
So you say nothing else and stay put at the table, waiting for him to speak.
“I know you’re a better Scout than half the regiment,” Levi finally says, still facing away from you. The shadows from the fire dance along the walls of the room. “I know you can take care of yourself.”
“So why am I on house arrest? I should be out there with you, fightingㅡ”
“Because,” he snaps, turning his head sharply to the side, “if anything happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.”
There it was. The confession hangs in the air as you go rigid at the table, fingernails digging into your palms. You and Levi had been doing this dance for years nowㅡbut neither of you were good at it. Missed opportunities, stolen chancesㅡthat about summed up the relationship.
“You can’t protect me forever,” you find yourself saying, slipping out of the chair and walking over to him by the fireplace. He still doesn’t look at you. You take a deep breath and simply stand beside him, the sleeve of his undershirt brushing against your arm. “Not in this world.”
“I know,” he mutters, staring into the flames. “Every time the regiment leaves on a mission, less and less return. And after that day, when I found you covered in your own blood, I had already subconsciously made the decision to keep you safe, no matter what. Even if it meant locking you up.”
“Look at me,” you command him, gripping his shoulder and forcing him to turn. His grey eyes are bloodshot and partnered with dark circles underneath them. The blood on his cheek is dark, like a tattoo on his skin. You reach up and trace it, flakes of it falling off at your touch.
Levi stares at you with his eyebrows pulled together. He extends his fingers to run them through your hair, before coming to rest at the spot where your shoulder gracefully curved into your neck. His thumb draws idle circles over your clavicle, sending an onslaught of goosebumps over your skin.
You lower your hand and look into his eyes. Such sad, lonely eyes. Eyes that truly have seen too much bloodshed, too much loss, too much sorrow. All you want to do is make it all disappear. “Let me come on the next mission,” you plead, entwining your fingers with his. His skin is cold. “You know I belong out there, beside you.”
His dark hair falls over his forehead as he nods, closing his eyes in defeat. A beat passes, and he glares at you. “Why do you have to be such a stubborn brat?”
The corner of your mouth lifts in a smile. “Because you taught me not to take anyone’s shit, Captain.”
Levi rolls his eyes, but doesn’t disagree. His fingers travel from your neck and down your arm, until his hand is gripping your own and he’s pulling you towards your bed.
“You know how much I like it when you call me ‘Captain’,” he growls, pushing you down gently until you’re laying on your back with your legs hanging off the edge. Levi nudges them apart and looms over you, the blood decorating his face making him look feral and unhinged. It excites you in a way you never imagined. He ducks down and presses a fervent kiss to your lips, wasting no time shoving his tongue inside your mouth. He tastes like salt and sweat, but there’s a lingering sweetness as he kisses you. His hands are braced on either side of your head. Your fingers are trying to unhook his belt and pull up his shirt, earning a low chuckle from him that reverberates past your lips and down your throat.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” He reaches down and takes your wrists in his hands. He pins them above your head with ease, gazing down at you through half-lidded eyes, ridden with lust. “You’re already a brat outside of this roomㅡcan’t you just behave for once?”
“Maybe,” you purr, tilting your chin up in a silent plea for him to resume kissing you. “But where’s the fun in that?”
Levi lets out another growl that sets off a white-hot fire in your core. He shoves his tongue in your mouth again with a groan, tightening his grip on your wrists. “Brat,” he calls you again against your mouth, unable to hide the feral need behind it. You press your thighs together to create just a little friction to ease the growing pressure between them, but Levi is quick enough to slip a hand down to keep them apart.
“What did I say?” he says, leaning back to look at you beneath him. His eyes glint in the firelight. “Behave.”
“Or what?” you taunt, jutting your chin out defiantly.
Levi’s nostrils flare and the hand above your head disappears from your wrists, moving to grip your chin with surprising speed and agility. He holds your chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look up at him. The pressure between your thighs is unbearable now, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of begging. Levi’s hold on your chin loosens, sliding down to wrap around your throat. He’s enjoying this too much.
He leans down and takes your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently but firmly. “Behave, or I’ll have no choice but to punish you.” Levi’s eyes glitter as he traces your swollen lip with the pad of his thumb. “Unless that’s what you really want.”
You say nothing, but your tongue darts out to wet your lips. A breath hitches in his throat as he watches it, his hand still wrapped around your throat. He squeezes, and the blood rushes to your ears. You could feel yourself becoming a soaking mess right underneath him.
“Teach me a lesson,” you say breathlessly, almost pleadingly. “Captain.”
With a wild snarl, Levi’s hand disappears from your throat and hooks around the back of your knee, roughly shoving your legs apart. He pushes his fingers underneath your shirt and grasps at your breasts, momentarily dropping his head against your navel and groaning in lust. You throw your head back in pleasure as he pinches your nipple, already peaked and stiff for him.
“Get this off,” he commands, withdrawing his hands and gesturing to your shirt. You obey, pulling it up and over your head. He runs his tongue across his teeth as you lay exposed to him, the dim light from the dying fire illuminating the curves and dips of your torso. Levi braces himself over you again, sinking his teeth into the sensitive spot of your neck. As he works with his warm tongue and teeth, he frees a hand to tug at your pants. A silent command.
You shimmy out of them to the best of your ability as he marks your neck. You now lay completely naked underneath him, wholly at his mercy. A pained moan escapes you as he bites down on a particularly sensitive spot, and his hips push against yours in earnest. You could feel his hard-on bulging through his pants, sending dark shivers straight down your spine and into your core.
“Please,” you whisper into his ear, his dark hair tickling your nose. You can’t take it anymore. His lustful scent invades your sensesㅡall you can smell, hear, see, and breathe was him.
“Are you finally begging?” he growls, pulling back to look at you.
“Don’t you like it when I beg?” you ask him, dizzy with desire. You want him so bad. So bad, you know you’ll do just about anything for him.
Levi’s throat bobs as he swallows, but he quickly regains himself. “Yes,” he says, pulling himself off of you entirely. You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch him strip his sweat-stained shirt over his head, revealing the sharp and defined muscles hidden beneath. Without breaking eye contact with you, Levi unhooks his belt and slides it from his pants, folding it in half. Your eyes widen as you realize his intention.
“Turn around.”
You do so without any hesitation, pressing your chest and stomach into the bed, ass exposed. As you rest your head on your crossed arms, Levi gently trails the leather belt over your skin, starting from the middle of your shoulder blades and ending at your backside. He’s completely silent. You shiver with the anticipation, wondering when he’ll actuallyㅡ
CRACK!
A pained but pleasured wail escapes you as he brutally whips your ass, the delicious sting reverberating throughout your entire body. You hear him let out a stifled moan, and the faint touch of leather returns. You’re absolutely dripping now, feeling the beads of your slick sliding down your thighs. One of his hands moves to grip your hip to steady you. You can feel each individual fingertip digging into your skin.
“Beg.”
The single word is enough to send you into a lust-filled haze. Before you could answer, Levi brings the belt down again, cracking across your skin. You cry out for him again, a mix of sobs and moans. “P-please,” you manage to choke out between pleasured sobs. “Captainㅡ”
“Fuck,” you hear him groan, and the sound of the belt clattering to the ground echoes through the room. Both of his hands are on you now, one still attached to your hip and the other sliding up the center of your spine to rest at the base of your skull, fingers wrapping around your nape and shoving your face into the blankets. You’re not sure when he found the time to slip his pants down, but your ass bucks toward him once you feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. “Beg for my cock, brat,” he hisses.
“Please give it to me,” you plead, words muffled by the blanket. “Fill me with it, Captain.”
His fingers fist in your hair and Levi roughly jerks your head up by the roots. His chest presses against your back as he leans over you to press his lips to your ear. “I can’t hear you.”
“Please!” you cry out, nearly sobbing.
He releases you, your head falling back into the sheets. His hands splay over your hips and you instinctively lift your ass higher for him. You hear him chuckle darkly. “So eager,” he murmurs, running his palm over the smooth skin of your backside. Without warning, he lands a swift smack against it, earning another sinful moan from you. “It seems like you enjoy the pain.”
You can barely think straight. The pressure in your core was too much to bear, too much to handle. “Levi,” you pant, calling him by his name now, “pleaseㅡ”
He slams his cock into your entrance without another word. You tip your head back and let loose a string of moans and curses, a symphony of pleasure for his ears only. He slides his member out painfully slow, until only the tip is left. Levi pauses there, listening to your incoherent sobs, until he snaps his hips forward and slams so deep into you again.
“God,” you manage to gasp out, breathing heavily. He begins to thrust into you at a brutal pace with his hands still gripping your hips tightly. The onslaught of pleasure is almost too much for you to handle as your vision starts to blur with tears, mouth open in an eternal expression of ecstasy as Levi fucks you senseless. “Godㅡfuckㅡ”
“You’re right,” he grunts, the wet slap of skin hitting skin filling the room, “I am your god.”
“Y-yes,” you moan, fisting the sheets in your hands. “You are.”
Levi’s thrusts don’t falter as his hands disappear from your hips and snake around your torso. With one swift motion, he’s lifting you up and pressing your back against his chest, sitting on his haunches. He bounces his hips to keep you bobbing on his cock, his muscled arms wrapping around you and finding your throat again. His breath tickles your skin as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, suckling the skin and branding you as his.
“Fuck!” You’re overwhelmed by the multiple stimulations, feeling the pull in your core growing hotter and hotter.
Levi growls in your ear, a string of saliva stretching from his lips to your skin. His fingers constrict around your throat. “You make the sweetest noises,” he growls into your shoulder, quickening the pace of his thrusts. “Sing for me.”
You do as he says, letting out another wail of pleasure, tipping your head back to rest against the crook of his neck.
Levi hums in approval and slows down, much to your disappointment. You were so closeㅡa few more seconds, and you would have been a complete mess in his arms. But Levi isn’t stupid; he’s figured out your tells and knows just when to stop in order to drive you absolutely crazy for his cock. He pulls out of you completely and gently adjusts you on the bed so you’re laying on your back, looking up at him with eyes that are feral with desire. He runs his hands over your thighs in admiration, leaning down to leave a trail of nips and kisses along your navel.
“Levi,” you softly plead, reaching for him.
He slides up and hovers over you, dark hair falling over his sweaty forehead. His grey eyes blink slowly at you in the dark, the light of the embers glinting off of them. Your hands travel over his muscled arms, broad chest, taut shoulders, until they come to rest on his cheeks. You cradle them gently, and the two of you stay like that for a few momentsㅡjust staring at each other.
He speaks first. “If anything ever happened to youㅡif anyone tried to take you away from meㅡI will tear this entire world apart with my bare hands.”
“Why?” you ask, pulling his face closer and pressing your forehead against his.
“You know why,” Levi murmurs, his hot breath fanning over your mouth. You kiss him, running your tongue over his teeth.
“I want to hear it,” you whisper, pulling away. His cock is twitching against your entrance again. You wrap your legs around his, urging him to slip inside of youㅡand he does, with a tight groan. Levi dips his head into the crook of your neck as he starts to fuck you again, slowly and carefully. You’re pressed so tightly against him, you’re not sure where your skin ends and his begins. You move as one, thrusting together languidly, sharing breaths and holding onto each other as if even the slightest amount of slack would make the other disappear.
“Say it,” you plead, lifting his head up to look him in the eyes. His jaw is set as he holds back his groans, a bead of sweat sliding down the side of his face. “Please.”
“Goddammit,” Levi moans and closes his eyes. His hips falter in their thrusts, his breathing becoming ragged.
“Look at me,” you murmur, running your fingers through his ebony hair. He obeys, opening his eyes again and finding yours. They’re glazed over with lust as he nears his climax. “Tell me.”
“You’re mine,” he finally gasps out, his entire body becoming tense and taut. “Do you understand me?” His thrusts become erratic and quick, slapping against your skin. “Mine.” He bares his teeth like an animal, and you feel the tip of his cock press against that spongy part deep inside of youㅡsending you right over the edge. You cry out out his name over and over again as you ride through your glorious orgasm, your hands gripping his shoulders for dear life.
“Fuckㅡnghㅡgoddammit,” Levi growls, gasping for breath as you clench around his cock. A few seconds later, you feel him explode inside of you, filling you with his seed. Droplets of sweat fall from his forehead and drip onto your cheeks.
He pulls out of you with a groan. You lay there, spent and exhausted, while he fetches a wet cloth from the washbasin and proceeds to clean you up. He works silently and diligently, making sure you’re pristine before he rinses the cloth and hangs it up to dry. Your eyelids are already drooping as you listen to him clean himself up at the washbasin, cracking your eyes open again when you feel the bed dip as he climbs into it and settles in beside you.
“So I’m yours, huh?” you mindlessly murmur into his chest, draping an arm over his torso. “No one else’s?”
“Don’t start with me,” he sighs, exhaustion lacing his words. “Go to sleep.”
“Should I beg again?”
“Do you want stable duty for the next three months?”
You laugh. The warmth of the fire and the afterglow of your love-making is a match made in heaven for a good night’s sleep, the dreaming world calling your name over and over again. But you need to hear Levi say it againㅡsober, not just in a sex-fueled craze. “Just once, and I’ll leave it alone.”
Levi doesn’t say anything right away, but his arm that’s curled around your shoulders pulls you in closer. You feel his cool lips press themselves to the top of your head, and he inhales the scent of your hair.
“You’re mine,” he finally breathes, so softly that you’re afraid you’ve imagined it. But a few moments pass and he pulls away. “Brat.”
A ghost of a smile graces your face, hidden in the dark. It was enough.
i guess i officially write for captain levi now, and i’m not even mad.
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