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time-is-restored · 7 months

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btw not to make everything about My Fucking Guy but i honestly think one of the things that seperates q!phil out from the other islanders is the approach he takes to dealing with the lack of agency + control all the islanders have over whatever the fuck the federation's doing.

it shows up most prominently whenever tubbo is excitedly telling him about the 'progress' he's made with cucurucho or various investigations (ie: trapping him into a corner with the 'do you have free will' questions), and phil always shoots it down w an immediate 'that doesn't mean anything. curucuho will say anything to mess with you. you can't take anything he says as true.'

and it's not that phil is... a paticularly pessimistic character? he's just EXTREMELY practical. like, he's yet to give up on anyone EVER finding ANY answers (he was the one who initially gave the federation that one week ultimatum w the cage for a cage stream), he just doesn't trust the idea that curucuho is ever going to voluntarily give them. they're uncontrollable + senseless - you might as well argue with the weather.

and like, if that's how he sees the one (1) and only point of contact the islanders HAD with the federation for months, it explains a lot abt his characters lifestyle! ofc he sits on the wall all day, talking to his kids, and keeping his head down. he believes that the federation wants nothing more than to drag the islanders into sick games + tasks just so they can fuck with their head (ie: curucuho revealing he was the one cellbit gathered all that information for). and while he can't totally PREVENT any of that from ever impacting him, he can make sure his kids are well fed, well protected, and as happy + comfortable as he can manage. this is objectively not a perfect situation, there is a guaranteed amount of suffering + fear that he can't mitigate, but he can at least account for it.

like, he REFUSES to engage. whenever curucho shows up, he treats them with total ambivalence. he's not going to get riled up by anything they do, he's not going to get super attached to the guy, he's just gonna laugh it off and irish goodbye it when things drag on. the ONLY time he's strayed from that general guiding principle has been since he's lost his eggs, and can no longer afford to let the federation's fuckery go: those are his fucking kids.

hence the completely unprecedented levels of outward rage and sadness and terror he shows throughout the birdcage streams - almost all directed directly to cucurucho. it's all a completely fair + proportional response to the horror the islanders are being subjected to, but it feels so different bc until now, q!phil has been so dedicated to not reacting, and not giving the federation any sign that they're actually getting to him.

#qsmp #q!phil #LIKE. does anyone else think this! i genuinely believe its like one of the major #traits of his character i feel like u can trace it through Everything.#the man lives with the constant knowledge that sometimes all it takes is a tempting ravine and a badly timed creeper to end a life #whether that life belongs to a stranger or someone you love more than anything else in the world #you COULD rage against that. you could scream and shout and tear your hair out and grieve for the futility of it all #but what does that change? the days march on. death waits either way #and that's not to say he's a laizesfair kind of guy. anyone who's seen him stress out abt chayanne's risk taking + freak out #whenever his kids don't have enough autofeed grist can see that he cares DEEPLY. which resolves into his very distinctive #defensive + protective playstyle. the goal is not to win the fight the goal is to *survive* the fight etc #but the only way that mindset doesn't spill out into unchecked paranoia + complete agoraphobia is with acceptance #'shit happens: the philza minecraft story'#i also think it even manifests in the nightmare sequence w his last words to chayanne? 'they didn't want us to live. we were never supposed #to survive' or whatever the exact wording was #he is FURIOUS and deeply hurt and sad abt the deaths he says so explicitly later #but at the time the first thing he reaches for is. exhausted acceptance. it wasn't their fault. it wasn't his fault. they did their best.#they could only do so much in the face of the federation's Overwhelming Hostility. y'know?#mine

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 22 days

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hi could i request a percy fic based off of olivia’s new song obsessed?? where reader and percy got together after percabeth

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ I Got Issues, I Can't Help It, Baby

content: percy jackson x jealous! reader warning: mentions of jealous, little tiny baby minor fight, ends in comfort! author's note: argh this was such a good prompt and i feel like i've kinda fumbled it lmao. i dunno, i tried reworking it a few times but it wasn't coming out how i wanted frfr i like the beginning and the end but the middle can go rot frfr lmao it's cool tho whatevas. also posted from the airport 🫡

it was hard dating annabeth chase's ex boyfriend- er, sorry, percy jackson.

i mean, the girl made it nearly impossible to hate her. she was pretty, she was kind, she was smart, and she never spoke poorly of you. in fact, she was surprisingly supportive of your relationship with her ex, making 'good luck' comments with a teasing smile.

gods, you hated that you hated her.

you weren't even completely sure where it stemmed from. maybe a small part was from your insecurities, another part from that fact that camp was relatively small and everyone knew everything. you knew, before you even started to crush on your boyfriend, the he and annabeth had been the it couple for years. news of their break-up shook the whole camp. you couldn't help but feel like you had something to prove, following up all that.

what made it all that much harder was the fact that percy didn't see it like you did (few people saw it like you did, truly). he was so sweet with you, the perfect boyfriend, and here you were, glaring over at his perfect ex-girlfriend. the guilt ate away at your bones but you couldn't seem to look away.

"yn? you even listening to me?" percy asked with a chuckle, bumping his shoulder with yours.

"what? sorry, i got, er, distracted," you replied, ripping your eyes away from annabeth as she laughed in such a beautiful way, you were starting to understand how percy could have fallen in love with her. which left you wondering why he was even talking to you, let alone dating you.

"yeah? what's going on in that brain of yours, huh?" he asked, glancing at you with a concerned look. and you could see it, percy asking this same question to annabeth. which, in turn, had you huffing and rolling your eyes.

"nothing."

"woah. clearly, it's something. cmon, talk to me-"

"drop it, percy," you bit out, fully prepared to get up and stomp away.

"drop what? i don't even know what we're arguing about right now."

"i don't either!" was your murmured reply as you dug your head into your hands. you had flashes of thoughts of the darling daughter of athena, who problem has never not known something in her entire life.

"than why are we arguing?!" percy asked, his face all scrunched up in confusion. and it would have been cute and endearing if you could see through the rage that muddied your vision

"i dont know! im not as smart as annabeth, maybe then i could figure it out. or maybe then, we wouldn't even be arguing in the first place!" you cried, rapidly standing up and basically running from the boy, eager to hide the fact that tears were building in the corner of your eyes and the fact that you really didn't want to be fighting with him.

the rest of the day was spent holed up in your cabin. you kicked all your siblings out, telling them to scram unless they wanted to feel your wrath. they scattered pretty quickly. you buried your face in your pillows, occasionally screaming but that is simply between you and your pillow. you wanted to pull your hair out for arguing with your perfectly sweet boyfriend. you wanted to scream until you were blue in the face for even thinking mean thoughts about annabeth, who has been nothing but kind to you. but, most importantly, you weren't going to leave this cabin until a whole new generation of campers came and even then that was pushing it.

but, naturally, you're plans were disrupted by a knock against your cabin door.

"get lost!" you shouted into your pillow, refusing to get up and hoping the person got the message. evidently, they didn't as they knocked a few more times.

"leave me alone!" you called, barely lifting your face from the pillow so you could be better heard. and the knocking finally stopped. you would have smiled if you weren't in such a sour mood, promptly dropping your face back into your pillow with a sullen groan.

but then your cabin door was swinging open, percy proudly kneeling next to the lock he had picked. you jumped as the door open, fully removing your head from your pillow before locking eyes with your sweet boyfriend, who offered you a small smile and tilt of his head. you sighed, throwing yourself back into your pillows and hiding away from the boy, who chuckled softly at your actions.

you refused to look up again, but you could hear him close the door and begin to make his way towards you. the bed creaked as he sat down on the edge of it. nothing was said for a moment but you could feel percy's eyes on you and basically see his little smirk.

"wanna come out of the pillow?"

"no," came your muffled voice and percy rolled his eyes, knowing you couldn't see him.

"alright, have it your way. how about i talk and you actually listen this time?" percy offered and you hummed back, slightly worried about hat he was going to say. i mean, if i found out my girlfriend was obsessing over my ex, i'd break up with her too.

"if you're worried about annabeth, you really shouldn't be," percy started and you went to grumble about something but he cut you off, "shush. let me finish. sure, annabeth is great-"

"this is terrible, percy."

"let me finish, for gods sake! i was going to say that we broke for a reason and i got with you for a reason. yes, annabeth is a good person, but im with you. and i am so, so in love with you. you, perfectly you, yn. no annabeth, but you. not better or worse, just different," rambled percy and you couldn't help but slowly remove yourself from your pillow, bashfully looking up at the sweet son of poseidon.

"there's your pretty face," he muttered, seemingly without thinking. this had you rolling your eyes and falling against his chest, hiding your face in his camp shirt. he laughed softly, draping his arms loosely around you.

"im sorry," you whispered into the cotton fabric, more words of explanation for you actions dying on your tongue as he kissed your temple.

"me too. i should have noticed sooner," percy shrugged, tilting his head for a chance to meet your eyes. you allowed his sea green ones to lock onto yours and you knew you'd be okay. he always had that sort of easing effect on you, like sleeping with white noise on.

"no, it's alright. i've got issues, i just can't help it," you replied with a soft laugh.

"hey! ain't nothing wrong with being a little obsessed!"

"and you'd know, mr. im-gonna-stalk-your-ex."

"and then i beat him up."

"and then you beat him up, yes, how dare i leave that part out."

maybe it wasn't all that bad, seeing as percy was equally as obsessed as you were. jealous was a hideous green monster but...you and percy always thought you guys looked so good in green

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy pjo #percy jackson x y/n #annabeth chase #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus

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mythicalmyles · 4 months

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step brother Toby 🧍👀 (also i hope tomorrow gets better💗 )

After this ask im gonna have too much in my mind lmfaoo

Stepcest/dubcon/manipulation/tobys gross n toxic/bottom male reader

You huffed out, turning to look at the man that was now your brother. You hated the fact your dad had remarried but there was little you could do, he had made his mind up and moved her and her hell spawn into your home.

Toby stared a lot. Especially when you wire nothing but a towel after a hot shower, you tried to push back any thoughts that tried to weasel into your mind. You couldn’t deny his lifeless brown eyes would easily pin you in place, he always had a smirk on his face, like he knew something else no one else knew.

You were stuck alone with him, he sat on his bed, hair messy and unkempt. He’d likely ran his hands through his locks, deciding that was enough. He wore grey sweat pants decorated with stains that showed off his boxers, he was well defined which had initially surprised you. His glasses sat crooked on his nose, his dark bags hanging down his eyes as he stared at the screen infront of him. He had his shirt off, leaving his mouth watering chest on display. He was toxic as hell, always shouting obscenities down the mic. Even if he had done something stupid he’d still blow his top on those around him.

You were usually quick to make yourself scarce during the times he was gaming, instead you lay on your stomach and watched him lazily as anger seared over his features. “Yo-you fuh-fucking bitch!” He suddenly screamed out, throwing the control off the wall and nearly causing you to leap out of bed. It was too late once you’d realised your mistake.

Something evil took over Toby’s face when his eyes landed on you, his lips pulled into a snarl and a horrifying look in his eyes. You felt like a little fawn that had been dropped into the line of sight of a starved wolf. He moved to strike, jumping up just before your brain finally clicked. He was pissed and you must’ve looked like a target.

Fear flooded through you as you scrambled up, desperately praying for escape. Toby literally slammed the thoughts out of your head, sending you fly into the wall. You let out a cry as your body hit the wall, head slamming against the plaster and leaving your head spinning.

He had always scared you, he disappeared for days on end and always came back just that little bit extra terrifying. It was almost like every time he came back he left a little more humanity behind. You had tried so hard to stay out of his way despite sharing a room, you knew he was a ticking time bomb and yet you had stayed any way. You’d long given up on having your room look nice, he always tore it up anyway.

He grabbed your wrists, slamming them against the wall so hard you yelped. “T-Toby, ple-please.” The look on his face let you know just how big of a mistake you had made, he held your arms above your head with one hand while the other wrapped around your throat. His grip was tight and unforgiving, you were positive his nails would leave scars along your neck. You choked out a whimper, tears dripping from your eyes as he choked you to the point of blackout. He stopped just before you fell over the edge and into darkness, pulling away watching as you fell to your knees grasping your neck and choking.

Toby didn’t have any interest in you at first, intent on keeping the worst parts of himself until he was ready to leave. But when he caught sight of that dumb little look on your face it went straight to his cock, he knew you feared him and he relished in it. He was enraged from his game, the idiots in his team sucked. When he caught sight of you after his rage he felt something stir in him, the fear on your face, the way you bit down onto your lip eyeing him like you were about to bolt. He couldn’t have that.

That was how you’d ended up biting onto your sheets, Toby’s cock smashing deep inside of you. You felt your tears rush down your cheeks and soak into your sheets. “You like tha-a-that? Getting fuh-fucked by your big bro-brother?” Toby was insane, his words were lewd and disgusting. Yet your cock leaked between your legs, body shaking as he nailed into you. He left deep scratches in your hips, slamming you back onto his cock.

You couldn’t breathe, he loved the way you struggled underneath him. “S-stop To-toby-y.” You choked out one last time, he knew you didn’t mean it. He knew by the way your back arched, letting his cock slide deeper into you. Your choked moans filled the room along with the sound of him slamming into you, his cock abusing your prostate.

He ripped himself out and flipped you over, baring down at you with a shark toothed grin. He looked terrifying, drool dripping from his mouth as he stared down at you. The sight of his cock slamming into your tight hole was almost enough to spur him over the edge. “Ye-yeah that-thats it baby, ta-ah-take my cock.” He slammed your lips together, tongue forcing its way into your mouth and wasting no time in exploring. You whined into the kiss, feeling both of your saliva dripping down your face and neck.

“Do-dont wor-ry ill take go-good care of you, li-lit-little bro.” Toby’s words left you whining, hands grabbing desperately against his shoulders. You barely had a moment before an orgasm ripped through you, tearing you apart at the seams and leaving you clenching around Toby’s cock.

You clenched hard around him, sobbing and whining as you felt his cum flood your stomach. He flopped down onto you, his weight keeping you pinned down as he lazily ground into you. He ignored your overstimulated cries, content to keep his cock buried in your tight ass. “Suh-such a good b-boy.” Toby muttered, petting your hair as you came down from your high.

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fillinforlater · 1 year

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Eleven to One: Needy Bold Confession

Male Reader x Ahn Yujin

Length: 2888 words

Tags: ROUGH SEX, brat taming, nah fuck it, brat breaking, borderline hate sex, cursing, degredation, humiliation, spiting, spanking, slaps, pussy slaps, hardcore sex, mating press, squirting, creampie, tears, queefing, overstimulation, mutual anger, emotional stuff, FUCKED UP kinks mentioned at the end, family issues? ultimate_brat!Yujin / ultimate_brat-breaker!you

TW: ^^ (srsly, read the tags and beware of the end kekw)

Inspiration: the ending has been in planning for months, the rest is literally BFH fueled by Yujin's inability not to look insanely good and fuckable.

Credit: @sooyadelicacies, my beloved co-writer!

(A/N: yo, 100 fics. Thanks for reading!)

"Oh, now you're back."

You haven't even fully entered your apartment yet, but a venomous, annoyed shout already flies your way. You can feel Yujin tremble in rage and disgust—and she is still out of your sight, in another room.

"Yuj—"

"Did you have fun with those Unnies? Did you enjoy breeding them?"

Yujin's voice drips with deadly sarcasm, increasing both in volume and viciousness. You lay down the keys and look through the floor, into the rooms. They're all dark, not a single artificial light turned on. It's quite normal for you to return late, exhausted, either by the stress of work or the constant pounding of pussies.

Yujin's brattiness increased to a toxic level. It’s probably because of her latest comeback, the hectic promotions and an obvious lack of attention by you. Partially your fault, the breeding had to come first, but you are still the Daddy in this, your house. With deadly coldness you speak into the dark living room:

"How dare you, Yuji—"

"Fine!" she snarls back and you hear the steps of strong leather boots behind you. "If you can hook up all the time with the others, maybe I can find someone else too!"

Eyes wide in disbelief, in unbridled rage, you slowly turn to look at your girlfriend. In the faint light of the moon falling into the apartment, you see the alluring, perfectly sculpted body of Yujin. Her pale skin and a tiny white crop top reflect some of the grayish rays, but the leather jacket on her shoulders and the tiny, miniscule mini skirt fit in perfectly with the darkness. They suck in the light and your gaze, which also shifts to her full thighs and the knees-high boots of a slut that could also kick ass.

Yujin is glaring, not as the usual bratty, Daddy defying girl, no, as a woman determined to convey you had fucked around and now would suffer the consequences, while also looking like temptation personified.

"Ahn Yujin, what the fuck do you think you're doing, wearing, saying? Someone else?

“You. Fucking. Belong. To. Me."

You emphasize each word like an arrow fired straight at her. Yujin sways in place for a second. She isn't playing, even your threatening finger, pointed at her face like the barrel of a gun doesn't faze her. She steps to the side, ready to walk past you.

"I can wear what I want," she snarks and places a hand on her hip. "I can wear what I want, I can fuck who I want. And You. Don't. Own. Me."

The two of you lock eyes. Not a word is said, not a single sound made, yet the tension makes it feel like a billion voices burst out in screams of fear, anger, lust. Your fingers ball into a fist.

"Bitch," you grunt through gritted teeth. "You're mine, bitch. Yujin, you will not go out there."

Yujin reaches past you, doorknob firmly in hand, devilish smirk on her features. She applies pressure.

"What if I just do?"

The door swings open, and it swings open faster when you pin Yujin against it. You stare down at her, trapped in between both of your arms on each side of her head. Yujin bites her lip for a second, but then avoids your eyes and tries to break free from your makeshift cage.

"Is that all that you got?"

Dig your fingers into her straight hair and twist, twist, twist with each second she doesn't beg for mercy for her foolish words. Yujin's face contorts in pain, but it does not lead to her breaking, instead she opens her mouth wide to moan impossibly loud.

"Harder, Daddy!"

"Are you—"

Pull her back into the apartment by her hair and close the door.

"—fucking out of your mind? Moaning in the hallway—you have gone insane!"

"You can't even talk properly," Yujin responds, her attempts at hiding her winces futile. Her knees finally go weak when you pull her hair down. Unfortunately, you lose your grip on the straight darkness and Yujin frees herself with a quick step backwards.

"Seriously, and you want to be my Daddy. I get someone to take me hard—"

Your hand is like the claw of a falcon in dive, grabbing its helpless victim before finishing it off. In this case, Yujin. She struggles to get a breath out as your digits tighten around her throat. Without relent you push her backwards, her fierceness and the grip on her boots no match for your anger. Somewhere in your large living room, she gives up.

"Ple-please, Daddy, ca-can't breathe."

Yujin falls to her knees and you loosen your grip a little. Just as she takes in new oxygen, you make her take a harsh slap to her face. Tears jump into her eyes, the hit has her flashbanged for a moment—a moment which you use to tear open the slutty mini skirt.

"You have been bad." Your voice is deep, booming straight to Yujin's glowing face with its faint imprint of your hand. "Worse than ever before. Take your punishment!"

Rinse and spit down at her. Bangs stick to her forehead as your saliva runs down her fearful face. From her throat, a hand snakes down into her top until you find a nipple. Pinch it, twist it while doing the same to her cheek.

"You want hard?" you ask, your voice indicating that you don't accept any answer, that her response is unwanted. "Then I'll show you hard."

In a terrible shrill sound, Yujin's crop top tears open. The shocked, panicking idol tries to keep herself upright on your legs, but you kick her hands away. The only stability for her are your hands that attack her body and its beautiful, sensitive spots.

Lips, nipples, tits, they all get resounding smacks that color them in a strong red. Yujin screams, whines and finally moans, but the thought of her experiencing pleasure before you enrages you even more. Slap her flushed cheek to send a wave of numbness and paleness over them before red pain follows in the imprint of your merciless fingers.

"D-Daddy, I'm so—"

"Apology declined." Spit at her again. "You don't mean it and you're far from understanding any of this."

Twist both nipples at the same time. Your constant pulls at them might have stretched out Yujin's tits a bit more. At least they look larger. Or is it just that the image of Eunbi with her enormous bosom is still burned into your mind?

Yujin throws her head back. She arches backwards and her leather jacket finally slides down her shoulders. For the first time, you go on eye level with her—just to immediately bite into her shoulder. This time, her loud, screeching voice is stuck in the back of her throat. Will she ever get her mind back after this?

"You are mine, Yujin, you are fucking mine. You are my whore, a stupid one at that. You don't think I know exactly what I did? I fucking bred Hyewon. I'd do it again. I bred Eunbi and I'd do it again. But you, you aren't ready to be bred!"

Interrupt your rant to give Yujin more slaps across her baffled, horny, pained face.

"You're a brat! You think if I dumped my seed inside you, if I got you pregnant, you would be ready to raise a child? Hyewon, Eunbi, they are ready. You will be fucking bred when I deem it time. You don't make demands, and you don't get someone else's attention. Yujin

"I have marked you!"

"Sorry, D-Daddy, I'm so-sorry."

The first tears start to roll down, straight from Yujin's ducts over her sore cheeks until they touch your fingers at her jaw. Make her stare up through blurry eyes at your almost hateful expression. You might allow yourself to go mad, but you're tapping into feelings you shouldn't. She is still Yujin, still your girlfriend.

"You might be a confident, independent idol," you growl into her ear, forcing her down until she is laying on the floor and you can drag her skirt away from her crotch. "But you are mine, mine alone. Don't ever do this again, because we both know there is no one else for you.

"Just look at how wet you are, you kinky pain slut."

Yujin's skirt rests at her knees, legs stretched out as best as she can. Your hand rubs her crotch, slick with her juices. Her pink panties are soaked, every inch a darker color than when she bought them. Squeeze the fabric in your fist, like you would wring out a sponge, and juice runs through your fingers.

"This is insane, you're such a needy slut."

"I-I missed you, D-Daddy, I need your touch so bad."

"And still you threaten me with finding someone else, someone who could never satisfy you."

"I—ah, Daddy!"

Get rid of the skirt and give her pussy a harsh slap, shutting down her excuses instantly. Your girlfriend starts to twist and turn on the ground, her breath heavy, her tears heavier as they find the floor.

"You need to be punished, Yujin," you bluntly say with new found calmness. "I know I can make you cum with just slaps, but not tonight. Tonight you will beg me to stop, but I'll only stop when I see fit."

Another slap, on her folds, a millimeter away from her clit. Yujin yelps.

"Do you understand, whore?"

"Y-yes, Daddy," Yujin stutters and looks at you with wide, submissive eyes. "I deserve this punishment."

She bites her lips, her eyes squeeze shut. Sensually, you drag your palm gradually over her labia before you take a swing.

A wet slap when you hit the drenched panties. Yujin buckles her hips towards the punishing hand and hisses. She is keeping her voice, her reaction down... a crucial mistake.

The smacks don't stop coming. Like a merciless bombing you make the covered lips turn a painful red. Yujin breaks, screams, cries, until her voice spills all of her sins before you:

"Daddy! I'm so-sorry! Your bitch, ha-has been re-really desperate, envious—a needy toy that needs your co-cock and cum!"

Push her panties into the twitching hole a bit and urge her to continue.

"I-I love Daddy, I wa-want him first, for me, bu-but—that wo-would not be fa-fair.

"Daddy needs to breed more."

You lean down to the disheveled face and pull away a couple of dark strands that have landed in Yujin's mouth and in her eyes. You stop her murmurs with a peck on her lips, but your sweetness is short lived. Push her legs apart and fish out your cock. Rub it over her clit and interrupt her hearty moans.

"You are right. You said it yourself. My good girl was never against it, but now you decided to react like this? Ts, what a bitch!"

"I'm so-so-sorry, Daddy."

Your cockhead twitches as you push aside the wet fabric and see the sore, burning mess of Yujin's gorgeous folds. Pretend to tease her, then fill her up without warning.

"Daddy! Ah, fuck!"

Press her knees a bit further apart. Her body is ready for the taking, her insides need to get stimulated, but Yujin knows that she can't deal with your length for long. Her orgasm is certain, right around the corner. It's only natural after weeks without your cock.

"Slo-slow, please," she whimpers, fingers searching for a grip on the smooth floor. "Sen-sen-sensit—hng!"

Yujin chokes. No need to squeeze her throat this time, just give her hard thrusts into the desperate pussy. Pain on the outer lips, followed by overstimulation inside are the catalysts for an earthquake in Yujin's body. Random babbles come through drooling lips as you pump into her recklessly.

"I can't believe you came from just this!" you say with fake shock, never stopping to move your hips. Throughout you make sure that your pelvis hits the outside of her pussy, to make her cry some more.

Yujin is beyond the point of begging, hell, she doesn't even know what to beg for. It's so bad, it's good—painful punishment and absolute, undeserved, sinful bliss every second, every thrust.

Before she loses her sense of when an orgasm starts and another ends, you go slower. Yujin writhes and twitches, the high fading slowly, until you restart it with fingers violently rubbing her clit.

"Daddy-ahh!"

"Cum, baby," you growl, sweat soaking your suit from the inside. "Don't stop cumming."

More and more slickness. Juice coming out as squirt is just lube getting fucked back into her. Yujin's walls ripple, her thighs as well when you press and fold her.

Pin her arms down with yours right above the mess that was her styled hair. Pin her face down on the ground with yours, tongue fucking her numb mouth. Pin her hips down with yours and force another orgasm out of her.

"Who else can fuck your pink hole until you cum, until it's loose, until it's stuffed?"

"Daddy, only Daddy!"

Strain her muscles more, the mating press now the ultimate position to suck all the energy out of the young brat. The wet slaps of crotch on crotch are now queefs, loud, but not as loud as Yujin's guttural moans. Viciously, you press your palm on her mouth and make her hear the embarrassing, lewd sounds that come from her pussy.

"You dumb slut," you laugh in between heavy breaths, your own strength gradually declining as you near your own orgasm. "Anything you want to say?"

Yujin's eyes are glassy, filled more with lust than life. She sobs into your ear, snort running down her cheeks.

"I wa-want to be-be Daddy's number one.

"In our family. Please, Daddy! I only wan-want this. Please, I beg you!"

"Family?"

You groan out in shock. As you piston your load in massive spurts into Yujin's clenching heat, the craziest thoughts flood your mind. A family, yes, but the most immoral one imaginable.

A mommy in Eunbi, a caring leader. She knows everyone inside out and never hesitates to help. Hyewon is a different type of mommy, the one who'd like to carry a lot of children, who is submissive to the male of the house, but also smart and successful.

Minju is the beautiful, gullible sister. A klutz that everyone loves, someone who could never harm a fly. Last but not least, Yujin, the center piece, the insanely talented bratty girlfriend of yours and "sister" to Minju.

Yujin's walls get stretched by the abundance of cum you dump inside of her pussy. Your mind stretches too, comes up with even crazier thoughts. What about an ex coming into your family life, a maid to clean your apartment, a pet to play with, a neighbor to distract, or maybe more realatives? People to fill your absurd family—you're starting to lose it.

Collapse onto your girlfriend, only your elbows saving her from being painfully squashed by your tired, sweaty body. The two of you breathe heavily to find fresh oxygen in this living room now smelling of sex and sex alone.

"Are you serious about this family?" you ask after a while. Yujin dries off the last remnants of her tears and gives you obedient puppy eyes. You continue. "Like, with Eunbi and Hyewon and Minju—it's crazy. I guess we are used to crazy, but this is taking it to a whole new level."

Yujin hesitates for a second. She reaches for your face and strokes your cheekbone down to your chin with her wet fingers. Her features contort as if she is about to cry again. You try to heal her—she's cried enough tonight—and press your lips on hers. Just a peek, but Yujin sighs in relief, the last remnants of tension leaving her nude body.

"Y-yes, Daddy," Yujin whispers, "I want that. I want to be together with them, and want to be sure that I won't lose them to you and you to them. Nothing should stand in between us, I-I'll be a good girl in the family, I'll do anything for you. Daddy, please, I'm sorry, don't leav—"

Plant another kiss on the girl below you. The tremble in her voice is like a hot bath for your cold heart, like a tea in winter. It's melting you, breaks the shell that you so attentively keep up around her.

Maybe you went too far. Yujin literally looks broken, the character of the girl, no, your girl, in danger of dissolving and disappearing. Swallow your pride, God dammit.

"Yujin, Yujin, I'm at fault here. No matter how much I hated the thought of you going out in that outfit and meeting another guy, I should not have gone this far. After all…

"You're mine, Yujin. My one and only girlfriend. We'll only do and continue pursuing this family if you are okay with it. Don't change, pl-please, but also, never attempt something like this again."

You kiss Yujin's hand gently. This you can do; it's better than saying this damn word starting with 'p' and ending with 'lease'. She smiles, weakly at first, but the longer you keep eye contact, the more of her bright, mesmerizing smile appears.

She kisses the back of your hand as well, her eyes in clear devotion, her voice honest and strong.

"I'm yours, Daddy."

(A/N2: Yujin bruh 😳☠️😳)

#kpop smut #girl group smut #female idol smut #ive smut #izone smut #ive yujin smut #ahn yujin smut #ahn yujin #male reader insert #male reader smut #eleven to one universe

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davidlcki · 6 months

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Blood Bond

Summary: after bob taylor’s death, you and your police partner loki have to work through the trauma together.

Warnings: MAJOR TRIGGERS IN THIS!!! suicide, lots of blood, cursing, drinking. this whole thing is just sad lol

words: 3,380

There was something beautiful about the bond formed within a traumatic event. Somehow, even in your state, you thought about this. You could feel the shift between you and Loki as he placed his hands on your cheeks, shaking you lightly as a desperate pleas spill from his lips, an attempt to will you back to reality.

His palms slid against your cheeks that were slick with blood. The feeling made you sick. It wasn’t your own blood, of course. But Bob Taylor’s. The man that had been questioned relentlessly by your police force- well- mostly Loki. Loki could only keep his cool for so long. You tried to take over the interrogation, but he was too stubborn to ever let that happen. One thing led to another, and in a blink of an eye Bob had his hands on Lokis gun. You tried. You tried with every fiber of your being to get him to drop it. Whilst the rest of the officers in the room pointed their guns and screamed with rage, you never touched yours.

“Bob… look at me. You don’t wanna do this, okay?” you were close. Almost in arms reach of him. He was listening to you, even through the shouting, he heard you. You continued to inch forwards. “All you have to do, is answer our questions. It’s no trouble. Please, just put the gun down.” you stop, mere inches from being able to grab the gun, but you were too late. Bob looked you dead in the eyes as he brought the gun to his own head and pulled the trigger.

You don’t remember falling to the ground, but you do remember the ringing in your ears and the oddly warm feeling of his blood trickling down your face. Loki hooked his arms under yours and dragged you backwards before kneeling down in front of you, blocking the sight of Bobs body. It took a second for his words to reach your ears.

“Y/N! god… jesus…” he didn’t know what to say. You noticed how badly his hands were shaking as he grabbed your face. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, you could only look at him. You noticed how blue his eyes were as you stared into them in a trance that you didn’t know how to get out of. Finally, he lifted you to your feet by your arms, basically dragging you out of the interrogation room. You followed on numb legs as he pulled you all the way to the bathrooms, pushing you down to a sitting position on a bench by the sinks. The dim blue fluorescent lights flickered unpredictably above you.

“Y/N, honey, are you hurt?” his voice was soft and brought you back to reality a little. You had the mind to shake your head no, though if you were you were sure you wouldn’t have felt it. You looked down at your hands in your lap as loki wet a rag in the sink. Your hands, shirt, hair, face, pants, they were speckled with blood. You looked like a sick art project. You decide shut your eyes for a while, allowing Loki to wipe your face down gently. After a while, he speaks.

“Hey, I need you to say something.”

You look at him. Even though you felt numb, there were tears falling down your cheeks, and when you finally opened your mouth to speak, you felt it. A sharp, stabbing, murderous pain.

“I…i’m, I don’t,” your words quickly deteriorated to sobs that violently took over your body. Loki pulled you by your shoulder into him, allowing you to cry into the crook of his neck.

You had only been lokis partner for a month or two, and were very new to the police force. You had never witnessed a murder before, and especially not a suicide by gunshot a foot away from you.

“I’m gonna take you home, alright? Can you get up?” You nod against him as loki ran a hand up and down your back gently as he spoke softly into the silence of the bathroom. You notice the blood that you left seeping into his light blue button up shirt. You wondered if he’d be upset at this.

When you exited the bathroom, you passed by the interrogation room again. Bobs body was gone, but his crimson blood remained. On the walls, on the floor. There was a large smear where you had fell and Loki dragged you backwards. You were dully aware of the way loki brushed off every officer that tried to talk to him. You were sure youd have to fill out some kind of paperwork and have a stern talking to by o’malley, but the sight of you was enough for everyone to back off for now.

The ride home in his car was dead silent. You didn’t dare move. You were afraid that if you did, you’d crumble into a million pieces. Instead, you started down at your lap, counting the flecks of now dried blood that you’d never get out of these clothes.

“You have a very nice place.” Lokis words shot through you like lightning. You didn’t know why. You were too in your head, you guessed. You hardly remembered the walk from the car into your home.

“Thank you.” you look over at him slowly, noticing the look of deep guilt on his features. You’d never seen him show so much emotion before in the short time that you had known him. He stood awkwardly near the island in your kitchen, not sure what to do next.

“Do you… need help, with anything right now? First things first you should probably take a bath.” he looked at you like a lost puppy as he waited for you to say something. You could tell he wasn’t good at this comforting thing, so you figured it best to be blunt.

“I don’t think I Can bathe myself right now.” in reality you knew that was a weird thing to say to your police partner of 3 months, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care right now. You needed someone there otherwise you were afraid you might drown in the tub, or get in and never have the will to get back out. Loki dosent hesitate with his answer.

“Yeah… yeah, I can help.” he slips his jacket off and places it over the back of one of your dining room chairs. You avoided looking at the blood stains on his light blue shirt. You show him to the bathroom, watching as he starts a bath. You stood with your arms and legs apart ever so slightly so they wouldn’t touch your sides or each other. You felt disgusting. You refused to move unless you had to. The feeling of the dried blood cracking with each movement on your skin made you want to faint.

Within the blink of an eye, the bath was full, and clouds of white bubbles floated upon the top of the water, calling you to step in. Loki looked up at you from his crouched position in front of the tub. He opened his mouth to say something, you assumed along the lines of ‘the baths ready’ but you didn’t let him continue. Your movements were swift as you pulled your shirt above your head and slipped out of your pants. You didn’t realize how eager you were to get them off of you. You tossed them into the trashcan that sat beside the toilet. Loki, flustered, turned his head away from you. When you were fully stripped, you turn to take a look at yourself in the mirror above the sink. There was smeared blood across your face where Loki had previously tried to clean you off. It was in your hair, and down your neck, cascading between your breasts and stopping at where your bra previously sat against your skin. You couldn’t look anymore. Slowly, you turned towards the tub and stepped in. Once you had settled, Loki finally pulled his head up to look at you. His brows had been furrowed in this expression of worry and guilt for the past however long it had been since the incident, and somehow you were just now taking note of it. You looked at each other for a long while, but nothing was said. Finally, Loki broke eye contact, grabbed a rag, and dipped it beneath the bath water. He gently took your chin in his free hand, turning your face towards him so he could gingerly wipe your face clean. He dragged the cloth down your neck, and inbetween your breasts, until all the blood was tinting the water instead of your skin. Nothing was said. The two of you seemed to be deep in thought. On a normal day, this interaction would have made you faint. But this wasn’t a normal day. Loki ran soap and water through your hair a few times until the water stopped coming out red, before draining all the water. You watched in a trance as the water and bubbles swirled out of sight. You hardly noticed the fact that Loki had pulled you from the tub and wrapped a towel around your naked shivering frame.

“Hey” Lokis voice was stern this time. You shifted your eyes to look at him. “I need you to look at me. Really, look at me. I can see you replaying what happened over and over. I know, it’s happened to me. It’s easy to get stuck. I want you to get dressed for me, alright? I’ll stay overnight with you.” You don’t think you’ve ever heard him talk for this long unprompted. You were seeing a new side of him.

“Okay. thank you, David.” you give him a firm look before stepping past him and into your room. You knew he was shocked at the use of his first name, But you thought it appropriate for the situation.

Being clean made you feel a lot better. You shook the sight of Bob from your thoughts for the 100th time and quickly threw on the first clothes you grabbed in your pajama drawer, which happened to be a pair of shorts and a police force shirt that was given to you way too many sizes too big. When you walked into the kitchen, things seemed more awkward now. Or maybe you were just more aware. Loki was sitting at your kitchen table, fiddling with one of his rings. He looks up at the sound of your footsteps, a light smile crosses his features. You look away out of embarrassment, remembering he’d seen you completely naked a mere 10 minutes ago.

“You… you really don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” you busy yourself with walking to the cabinets of your kitchen to grab two glasses.

“No, it’s okay. You shouldn’t be alone after going through something like this.” Loki watches as you nod and head over to grab water, though stopping at the small collection of liquor sitting on your counter.

“Water or whiskey?” you ask him, forcing a light smile onto your face at your weak attempt at a joke.

“Guess” is all he said. You poured two glasses of whiskey and sat across from him at the table.

“I would say try to completely forget about it, but when you go back you’re going to be bombarded with questions. If someone dosent show up to your doorstep, that is.”

“Well…” you pause for a while, swirling the liquid and taking a sip before continuing. “I don’t know if im ever going back. I’ll sign whatever papers they need and make a statement but…” you let out a large sigh, not having much else to say.

At this, Lokis head shot up to meet his eyes with yours. They were widened with surprise.

“Are… are you sure?” He was looking at you intently, and this shocked you. He seemed afraid.

“No, i’m not sure. But today was a lot. I need to think for a while. Plus, i don’t think anyone really likes me there anyways” You let out a dry laugh. It was true. Most of the officers there gave you snarky looks, and within the short span youve been there you’ve just about heard it all. The entire department thinks your every move was to impress Loki. You knew they were jealous you got to be his partner considering the rep he has, but it still hurt. Especially since you did find Loki crazily attractive, you tried your best to make it look like you didn’t, but your co workers don’t see it that way. Loki nods, his head dipping back down to stare at the little bit of whiskey left in his glass.

“If it gives you any reconciliation, I enjoy having you as my partner.” You meet eyes again, and you cursed yourself as you felt that agonizing pain of butterflies in your stomach. You give a shy smile to match his and you eye his movements as he downs the rest of his drink. You watch his adams apple bob as he swallows, and immediately force yourself to look anywhere else but at him. You decide to change the subject.

“Sorry I don’t have a guest bedroom, but the couch is very comfortable” you gesture over to the couch that sat in front of a tv that was playing whatever was going on in the news. You knew sooner or later Bob Taylor would show up as one of their stories.

Loki shrugs and gets up to put his glass in the sink. “I’d sleep on the floor if I had to.” he smiles softly at you and kicks his shoes off by the door. You rise to your feet and place your glass in the sink as well, making a mental note to wash them out in the morning if you found the energy to. You grab a blanket and comfortable pillow from the chest in your room and bring them back down to Loki.

“Thank you again for staying.” you look up at him for a few beats, before turning on your heel to head to your room. Loki watched you walk off until you were out of sight.

Sleep that night was not so forgiving to you. Though you usually had nightmares, the ones you had tonight were plagued with Bob Taylor. The scene played out in a million different ways. In each one, you tried to save him, but it always ended the same. The sound of his blood splattering against the wall was sickening and bounced around your nightmares seemingly endlessly. What you didn’t know, was that as you dreamt in your bed, you were also screaming.

When you opened your eyes, Lokis face was probably a mere 5 inches from yours. He was half on top of you, shaking your shoulders and holding your arms by your sides to stop your thrashing. You woke up with a half yell half sob as the dream continued to replay in your head.

“Hey, hey!” Lokis harsh tone snapped you out of your trance. “Look at me Y/N” his voice was stern and he kept his firm grasp on your wrists, grounding you and keeping you from reeling back into your thoughts. You were near hyperventilating as you looked up at him helplessly. Tears were flowing down your cheeks, leaving wet spots on the pillow on each side of your head.

“I could have fucking stopped it. I could have been quicker I- I-” another sob chokes the rest of your sentence away. Loki begins to loosen his grip on your wrist, moving his right hand to interlock with yours. He gave you a few firn squeezes, assuring you he was right there for you. You squeeze back as an unspoken ‘thank you’. You sit up to face him in the darkness of your bedroom.

“It was my fault. mine. You didn’t do this, You didn’t cause this. It’s not your fault. say that.” he looks at you for a long while, waiting for you to respond. You could see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke, you could see how much the suicide hurt him just as much as it did you.

“I need you to say that Y/N. It’s not your fault.”

Your lip quivers as you speak.

“It’s not my fault”

Loki nods, and you can’t tell if it’s for you or himself. You were both sitting up on the bed, holding hands ahd whispering to each other in the darkness of the room. You could barely make out his face as the moonlight gently seeped through your curtains, but you could tell he was close. Loki closes his eyes, and presses his forehead against yours. This, somehow, was more intimate than any kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed soon after. For a while, neither of you said anything. It was comfortable silence as you reveled in the feeling of his hand interlocked with yours, your breathing in sync as you rested your forehead against his.

The sounds of your sniffling broke the silence. Loki stared into your eyes for a while, unsure of what else he could possibly say to you.

“I don’t think I would have made it through today without you here.” your voice was so quiet that Loki nearly struggled to hear even with your closeness. He found that good reason to tilt his face even closer, causing your noses to touch ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry” he spoke, and this is when you noticed just how close your lips were.

“You couldn’t have known…” you respond. It’s all your mind could come up with. You didn’t know what else you could say, you knew all too well now how hard it is to truly make someone feel better in a situation like this. Either way, your thoughts became clouded as your lips ever so slightly brushed against his as you spoke.

That seemed to be Lokis breaking point. The next thing you knew you were propping yourself up at the force at which he kissed you. It wasn’t soft or gentle, it was rough, raw. You were sure you tasted blood after your teeth clashed together, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It was what you needed after the day you both had. His hands were quickly on your body, toned arms pulling you flush against him as he devoured you.

This kiss was different than any you’d had before. You could nearly physically feel the emotion radiating between the two of you. You hardly noticed when Loki pushed you down to your back, head resting on the pillow that was still wet with your tears. He rested inbetween your legs, his hands not roaming but simply pulling you as close as possible to him. You couldn’t gauge how much time had passed, but eventually, the hunger within his kiss seemed to come to a halt. Slowly, your eyes fluttered opened as Loki pulled away. He was still holding you close, but he seemed to have frozen. Your brows furrowed. Did you do something wrong?

“Loki?” your eyes were struggling to make out his facial expression in the dark, but your mind seemed to go over every possibility. Was he mad? Did he change his mind about you?

Suddenly, something dropped onto your cheek. That’s when you realized. He was crying. A small sob, barely audible, escaped his lips as he began to crumble before you. You ran a hand through his hair gently, your heart somehow shattering more than you thought possible as he rested his forehead against your chest, his weight collapsing on top of you.

“Hey. You’re okay, loki. You’re okay.” your voice was merely a whisper as you held his shaking frame.

“What if I can’t find them?” his voice was small and muffled as he spoke into your shirt. Your mind instantly went to the two missing girls that the entire town of Conyers seemed to be relying on your department to find. You felt hopeless. With Your only lead being dead, you were stuck.

“You will. We will. We’ll find them.” you didn’t know if this was more for Loki or yourself.

#fanfiction #one shot #detective loki #david loki x you #david loki #david loki x reader #detective loki one shot #detective loki x reader #detective loki fanfiction #angst #jake gyllenhaal x you #jake gyllenhaal one shot #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #prisoners #prisoners one shot #prisoners fanfiction

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campingwiththecharmings · 2 months

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Thoughts on Driver!Jake and RichGirl!Reader, when she goes clubbing with her friends, Jake drops them off, and he waits outside until he can either drive the girls to the next club or home, but later one of reader's friends runs outside, knocking on the car's window. She's panicked and when Jake asks her what's wrong she tells him a huge fight broke out in the club and the girls' group are split up, and some of them are missing, including reader.

Jake's reaction? 👀

(The fight is so huge, it divides the club and reader and some of the girls are on the other side, trying to hide / find a safe place until the police comes or the fight ends.)

Please satisfy my protection kink 🫠

as you wish, milady 😌❤️

(this is not at all beta read, please forgive any typos lol)

WARNINGS: references to violence, drinking, and unwanted advances (allusions to SA).

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The knock on the window startled him, pulling him from his thoughts and back to the present. He turned his head toward the passenger window where the knock had originated, brow furrowing when he sees one of the girls he'd dropped off only an hour or so ago. The look of panic on her face makes Jake's heart jolt in his chest. Without a second thought, he exits the car, meeting the girl's eyes over the top.

"What's wrong?" he asks, calmly making his way over to the girl.

She's terrified, shaking like a leaf in her little black dress and stiletto heels, her hair mussed, eye makeup smudged due to the tears running down her cheeks.

"There's a fight," she pants, trying to catch her breath. "Inside the club. I've never seen anything like it, it was crazy--"

"Where's everyone else," Jake demands, his tone gentle yet firm.

She swallows, still trying to control her breathing. Sympathy rushes through him and he puts a comforting hand on her arm. She smiles tremulously, seemingly appreciating this gesture and takes a deep breath.

"We got separated," she rasps, her voice thick with unshed tears.

Jake nods in understanding, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around her shaking form. He deposits her in the back seat with instructions to stay there and open the door for no one but them. Then he's jogging up the sidewalk to the door of the club, his only thought of you---he had to find you.

It's chaos when he makes it inside, the girl hadn't been kidding. There are small pockets of people fighting in almost every corner of the room, but in the center, he sees a mass---at least 15 people (mostly men, as far as he can tell in the dim light) are crowded on the small dance floor. The cacophony of shouts and screams and breaking glass make him wince as his eyes scan the room, searching for any sign of you. He tries not to panic when he finds none, instead choosing to focus on how to get across the fray keeping him from you.

Hugging the wall, he pushes his way into the mass of bodies, doing his best to keep himself out of the way (though, he does end up having to break up one of the smaller fights on the way). He runs into a few of your friends once he makes it to the other side of the club. They don't know where you are and he tries not to give into the panic tightening in his chest. After instructing them to lay low, he resumes his trek, making his way through the sea of writhing bodies.

It's so dark, he wishes someone would turn on the lights. Where was security anyway? Where was the manager? The owner even? How could they sit back and do nothing to stop what was happening under their own roof. Anger overtakes his worry, and he uses it, pushing the riffraff out of the way as he slowly moves across the dance floor.

He finally finds you near the back hallway, cornered by a ratty-looking man who towered over you, basically pinning you against the wall. Rage roared through him at the sight, at the way you pushed yourself against the wall, at the way your eyes darted around, looking for any routes of escape, at the way the man's hands reached for you.

He makes it to you just as the man is leaning in, dragging his nose up your exposed neck and breathing deeply. Your eyes meet his over the man's head and the fear in them ignites a wildfire in his gut.

Jake wastes no time, grabbing the back the of the man's jacket and pulling him off of you. He pushes him against a neighboring wall, pinning him to it much like he had done to you.

"Not so fun when you're on the receiving end, eh, pendejo?" he growls, his forearm braced against the man's chest.

The man stutters, bravado all but gone as he tries to extricate himself from Jake's grasp.

"Look, man, I was just trying to help her," he tries to explain, eyes flicking to where you're now slumped against the wall.

Jake's jaw tightens, nostrils flaring as he exhales slowly.

"Oh yeah?" He counters, his eyes wild as he leans in even closer. "How was shoving your face in her neck helping her exactly?"

"She--she wanted me to, she told me," he sputters, the lie obvious.

"You think I'm stupid, hermano?" Jake snarls, pushing the man against the wall even more, his arm against his neck.

The man's eyes fill with terror Jake pushes against his windpipe, his breaths wheezing. "I---"

"I should kill you right here, right now for even thinking about touching her," Jake interrupts, his voice a low growl.

The sound of your voice pulls him back, back from his blinding rage, back to the larger situation at hand.

"Please," the man gasps, his eyes turning hazy with the lack of air.

Jake watches the man struggle then pass out, his eyes rolling back in his head. He releases him, shooting him one last glare as his body drops to the floor before he turns back to where you're still leaning against the wall. He wraps you in his arms without hesitation, pulling you against his chest, his arms strong. The solidity of his body is comforting and you can't help but melt into him, your fingers clinging to the fabric of his shirt. Jake's words are swallowed by the noise around you, but the familiarity of his voice, the rumble of it in his chest, is comforting all the same.

Just as you make it outside to safety, a squadron of police cars pulls into the lot.

Better late than never, you guessed.

Knowing your friends are still inside, you wait, Jake's arm over your shoulders keeping you steady, from falling apart completely. Hours later, once everyone is safe and any questioning is done, you turn to him, exhausted, and ask him to take you home.

He obliges, of course, making sure to drop your friends off along the way.

By the time you make it back to your penthouse, it's after 5 a.m., the rays of the morning sun just starting to peek over the horizon. Jake walks you upstairs, his hand clasped in yours so tightly, like you're afraid he'll disappear if you let him go.

"Stay with me?" you ask him as you both step into the foyer, your voice soft, vulnerable even.

He nods, his gaze is gentle as he steps toward you and wraps you in his arms again.

"Of course, princesa," he whispers, rubbing his hands soothingly up and down your back. "Whatever you need."

#my fic #jake lockely x reader #dolli tag #my brain took this in a direction you did not ask me to go so #sorry about that lmao #there's protectiveness in there still tho so i hope it's okay lol 😆❤️

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3. Hate Sex

tw/cw: Abby x f!reader, pwp, lil bit of emotions, toxic relationship, slight angst, hair pulling, doggy style

wc: 944

an: day 3! ahhh

Thunder roared outside and rain poured down flooding the streets. Your and Abby’s screams echoed in every corner of your home and tension filled the air. You don’t even remember what started the fight and as hard as you tried to keep the tears down, your eyes betrayed you and you looked away. Annoyance burned in Abby’s chest as she followed you to the door.

“Oh what, you’re really going to walk away!?,” she yelled out.

“C’mon the weather’s shit and I don’t want you driving.”

“Oh, another thing you don’t want me doing!” You remarked.

“ I don’t want to be around you, Abby.”

“Don’t be dramatic. Take our bed and I’ll sleep on the couch until you come down and forgive me like you always do.” Regrettably, you felt your insides start to deflate as your heart ached to be in her embrace. You loved her with every single cell in your body but you both just couldn’t hack being in a healthy relationship. You couldn’t tackle your problems together, instead opting to fight and throw cruel words around like a game of hot potato.

“Just because I’m staying doesn’t mean I’m forgiving you.” Abby breathed a breath of relief as you turned to go up the stairs.

“I also think you’re asshole for not communicating with me before all this shit too. And I’m not coming down either. I’m leaving tomorrow morning, I can’t do this again. It’s not right for you to insult me and belittle me. We’re over.” You rushed up the stairs to your shared bed before letting the tears fall. You hated that she would get insecure and take it on you to make you feel like shit. Sure you weren’t completely innocent but it was fucked up. There’s no denying that. Usually after you fought you would stalk down the stairs and return to her, your metaphorical tail between your legs within half an hour but you were determined to not have it happen again and let the night pass by. Downstairs, Abby quickly became furious losing her patience to wait for you. She paced around living room as an hour ticked by and she tried to contain herself as she walked up the stairs.

“Babe?” She called as she knocked on the bedroom door.

“Go away Abby! I told you I don’t want to talk to you”

“Please. I just want to talk.” She tried to reason. Rage bubbled in your chest and you honestly felt like you could cry. You unlocked the door and the click of the lock made you tense up. She barely got a step in before you pushed her up against the wall causing Abby’s mouth to fall open in shock.

“How can you say that to me when all do you is talk? It’s never nice things either! Three hours ago you insulted my biggest insecurity and laughed when I said it hurt! How could you?” You shouted, waiting for answer. All Abby could was stare dumbly and silent.

“How dare you treat me like shit when all I did was love you!” She just continued to stare at you before suddenly surging forward to plant a kiss on your lips. She pulled you close and kept kissing you, prodding at your mouth with her tongue. You parted your lips and weakly groaned.

“Fucking hate you.” You muttered. Abby’s hands immediately found your boobs, she squeezed them, trailing the tips of her fingers on your nipples watching you gasp. She twisted them harshly and you yelped. Your nipples hardened and she bent down to take one in her mouth and swirl her tongue around it. Her hands hooked around your legs picking you up as if you weighed nothing and threw you on the bed placing you in doggy, nearly ripping off your clothes. She left hickeys all around your pussy and let her nails sink harshly into your skin leaving crescent-shaped marks on the plush of your thighs before diving in. Her tongue hit all the right spots, your noises reflecting that. You moaned loudly and cursed under your breath. Abby was relentless and you ditched all your inhibitions, grinding on her mouth.

“You like that huh? Such a dirty little bitch.” She crooned and you attempted to ignore it.

“I fucking hate you.” Deciding you were wet enough, she paused to get her biggest strap from her dresser and slipped on the harness. She slammed herself into you, stretching you out to the point of pain. You yelled out but she kept going, spanking your ass and watching it jiggle. Your pussy clenched around her strap and you hated how part of you enjoyed this.

“Fuck you, Abby.” You spit.

“If you hate me so much why are you dripping down your thighs?” Abby mocked. She kept pounding into you deliciously, sex with her made you weak every single time. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to cumming. She reached over and grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging harshly. You cried out and Abby pulled your hair, moving your head so she could see your eyes roll back as she slammed into you. Your mouth fell open, moans falling out left and right.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum,” you whispered. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, your body freezing up and your pussy twitching. You gasped for breath and she suddenly let go of your hair, letting you fall onto the bed. You lay there unmoving, just breathing. Your eyelids dropped, ready to sleep and feeling emotionally drained. You were reeling from a sudden lack of her touch. Abby just turned and walked away and while you got what you asked for your heart hurt and tears formed in your eyes. You wanted her comfort more than ever. Abby’s footsteps slowly got quieter as she descended back down the stairs and you were left alone on the bed you used to shared.

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lovelyiida · 10 months

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

TODOROKI X READER

SYNOPSIS: after all these years…

WARNINGS: implied fem reader, AGED UP! TODOROKI (28), swearing, slight-sexual themes, mentions of manipulation/mental abuse, crying, mentions of cheating, unhealthy consumption of alcohol, humiliation, angst, NO SPELL/GRAMMAR CHECK LOL

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today was the day you thought would never come. a day you thought would only be a figment of your worst dreams. a dream that would never dare phase through reality.

“what happened to when you used to love me?”

you loathed today.

the fear of I hate you, replaces I love you.

you sit across from your ex-lover, teary-eyed and tired. voice hoarse from the screaming argument the two of you just had. the rage and booming of voices became a still quietness, the stillness of acceptance, the stillness of grief.

the grief of losing love, seeing love die.

today, you saw love—die.

“was it me? was it my body? the way I act?”

you sit across from your ex-lover, distraught, trying to make sense of the situation unfolding. You got no response, being met with silence and an absent gaze.

you let out a shaky sigh, nose twitching as tears flooded your eyes.

“if you’re going to cheat on me, I deserve a fucking answer.”

a beat goes by, two beats, three beats, and another.

“No.”

No?

“there is nothing wrong with you, y/n.”

“so why did you cheat?”

silence…

“I…I don’t know.”

he doesn’t know.

“you don’t know?” you spat with venom, voice shaky, yet timid. the tears that brimmed against your eyes fell with one swift movement.

you hung your head low, quiet sobs turns into a broken, somber laughter.

You quickly slam your fists onto the table.

“I gave my everything to you!”

Todoroki looks at you, eyes filled with a dark void, unresponsive.

you didn't want to believe it in the beginning, you thought his little slip-ups were for a valid reason, from never picking up the phone, not answering your voicemails, coming home late into the night, and leaving early in the day.

the smells of her perfume, the hickeys on his chest. even though the two of you would regularly have sex, you never gave him hickeys...

"you sound delusional y/n," he said.

"why would I ever cheat on you? you're the only woman in my life," he said.

"I love you," he lied.

and maybe you were acting delusional, maybe it was just a figment of your imagination. Todoroki was a loving husband and an incredible father, he was also your best friend. nothing could have made you think otherwise.

but, love is blind.

the first time you caught him, you were visiting his agency, wanting to surprise him with some homemade lunch and some cookies the kids made.

your heels click-clacked onto the polished floors. a smile on your face as you greeted the staff with a respective bow.

today was supposed to be a good day.

Walking into the office area, you spot one of your close friends, Todoroki's comrade, and also a close friend, Iida. smiling his way you walk towards him, he turns your way with a smile but for some reason, his smile falters.

"y/n! I didn't know you'd be in today? why didn't you call?" he says, you detected a slight waiver in his words. tilting your head you scoff, "why would I need to call in to see my husband at his own agency, Iida?"

"no reason! it's just he's super busy with something right now so you might want to come back later--"

"listen, Iida, I just want to drop off some lunch me and the kids made for him. can I do that without you patronizing me? cut your old friend some slack, class president."

you begin to walk away until Iida takes grasp of your shoulder, "y/n!"

"yes?" you shout with irritance, Iida begins to stammer a little. "what is it?" you grow irritated with his antics.

"um, I just walked in to say–"

The both of you hear a door open, snapping your heads to the sound you see a woman walking out of your husband's office adjusting her clothes, and fixing her hair.

eyeing the girl down, you shrug Iida's hand off your shoulder and storm into his office. "hang in there, y/n!" he yells.

walking into your husband's office you see him adjust his tie, "who the hell was that, Shoto?" your voice catches Todoroki off guard. But not enough for him to show it.

"what're you doing here? I thought you took off work to be with the kids?" he says. "I was...me and the kids made lunch for you." you throw the bento box onto his desk, "don't bother coming home tonight."

you start to walk out until Todoroki grips your waist and slams you into the door, slamming it shut. you try to struggle out of his grasp, but he was stronger than you by a landslide.

"stop fighting me, y/n"

"let go of me, you bastard." you curse under your breath as your eyes begin to water, Todoroki leans down and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

you were so mad at him, so angry, yet you melted into his touch.

kissing him back, you tangle your fingers into his red-white locks. Todoroki lifts your legs up around his waist, walking over he softly sets you on top of his desk. Deepening the kiss, you let out a moan.

Todoroki starts to kiss your neck, throwing your head back, you allow him more access. opening your legs wider you feel his bulge grind against your entrance, he groans at the feeling.

before you could let things get any further, you push him away from you. breathing heavily, you stare at him, his eyes seem darker than usual. "who is she?" you spat. Todoroki lets out a displeased sigh, "she's no one you need to worry about--"

"who. is. she." you angrily whispered.

rubbing his face, he backs up from your figure, hands still wrapped around your waist. "she's an intern, transferring from Midoriya's agency. she... doesn't like the position she's currently stationed at. so she walked into my office and began to strip and flung herself onto me."

you curl your lips into a thin line as your eyes water, "but, I stopped her as soon as she started it. and I fired her, blacklisting her from any other UA-affiliated agencies."

you let out a relieved sigh, smashing your lips into his, you smile. being thankful you had such a wonderful, loyal, husband.

"I love you, Shoto."

you loved him...

Then, these little appearances between him and "interns," were more frequent than you thought.

you and Todoroki attended a yearly banquet for all of the UA hero course alumni, tonight you were able to catch up with so many of your old friends, it felt like old times back when you were a teenager.

"you and todoroki have been a thing for how long, now?"

"8 years! our fifth-year wedding anniversary will be in October, actually." people could tell by the way you gushed whenever you talked about your husband and kids. they were your pride and joy, obviously.

"wow, that's amazing y/n, y'know maybe if Mina would stop partying around like a drunk pansy, we would actually be able to settle down and have some kids." you laugh at Kirishima's complaint.

"you, Mina, and the words 'have some kids,' don't quite match, sadly" you laughed.

Kirishima chuckles, turning his head he frowns. "oh god, here comes this narc." turning your head you scoff at the sight before you, "oh, Monoma!' you "happily" shout.

Monoma walks over, trapping his arm around Kirishima, he slurs over his words. "look what we have here, more shitty 1-A students."

he's obviously drunk.

"how've you been Monoma?" you smile.

"I've just been busy being successful, having the 5th-ranked best hero agency in the country. having multiple successful businesses, and I'll be putting out a book soon. can't say I haven't been blessed."

Kirishima rolls his eyes, "you'd think with all those 'blessings' you'd be blessed with a better personality." you can't help but let out a quiet chuckle.

"and you'd think after all these years, you'd be more successful than me. all you have to your name is a sidekick title and a failing marriage, too bad though." Monoma gulps the rest of the wine, letting out a burp he blows it into Kirishima's face.

"oh, fuck you!" Kirishima pushes Monoma off him in anger, slamming him into the floor. you could see his spikes start to ripple off his skin. You lay a hand on Kirishima's back and frown, trying to console him.

"y'know what Monoma, I think you need some water," you say.

Monoma, looks into your eyes and shows a sinister smile. Stumbling back up he walks towards you. pointing his finger in your face, you scowl.

"do you know what you need?" he chuckles.

"hm?" you anticipate his answer, sipping slowly from your glass of wine.

"you need to figure out that your husband has been sleeping around with my secretary and all the interns in the fucking city." he laughs loudly, your eyes widen in shock.

"excuse me?"

"not fucking cool bro!" Kirishima yells.

"oh please, stop with the act, you know too! everyone knows! and you would know too y/n, only if you weren't so busy playing mommy-maid you'd figure it out!"

You didn't know what to say, honestly. Your eyes water, "everyone knows this?" you look at Kirishima. He frowns, giving you all the answers you needed.

"sorry you had to learn about it this way, I'm the last person who wanted you to figure it out like this--"

Monoma's mantra was cut short with a sharp splash of white wine (and the glass) to the face.

"go to hell!" you screamed.

so you were right all along...

all eyes shoot towards the three of you, Kirishima looks around and tries to calm you down. but you turn into a cursing frenzy, some of your classmates came to your aid.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"are you alright?"

denki, mina, shoji, and ojiro come towards you. circling around and shielding you from the other's gaze.

"I thought you guys were my friends!" you cried, dropping to your knees you cry harder.

"we are your friends! what would make you think otherwise?" Ojiro asks.

"she knows..." Kirishima adds.

everyone backs up from your figure, looking around frantically. Mina speeds off to find Todoroki.

to summarize, you were oblivious to the cheating.

it was already embarrassing enough that some sponsors recorded the interaction and posted it on the internet.

After that night, things changed forever.

You moved out of the house, taking the kids with you. You resined your position with your agency and started to stay at home with your kids permanently, at least until your funds couldn't support that option anymore.

Todoroki was never at home anymore, he was always out. Either out patrolling, sleeping around, or getting drunk.

and here you are today, sitting across from your ex-husband, finalizing your divorce.

"I gave you my heart, my soul, my body, two beautiful children..."

"I gave you something you never had, I gave you love."

you sat, with your head down, licking the inside of your cheek. you let out an exasperated sob before quickly composing yourself once more.

"I gave you a family"

Todoroki's eyes shed a single tear.

"I-I'm so sorry, please forgive me...please y/n"

shaking your head, cry even harder.

"a-and to even think...to even think that I would be with you forever. to be at fault for thinking we would grow old together, to be at fault for thinking we would both finally have a healthy family, to be at fault for thinking that I was happy!"

Todoroki cries harder.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" falling onto his needs and crawling over to your legs, bowing his head down he rubs his hands together, begging for forgiveness.

You look down at him in disgust, you feel bad for him, you shouldn't, but you do. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you get up from your seat.

"get up."

Todoroki scrambles and gathers himself to his feet.

Gazing up at his eyes, one icy and one golden, your lips tremble.

Leaning into him, you rest your hands on his face. Todoroki slips his hands onto your waist.

"please..." he trembles.

lifting his hair from his head, you plant a soft kiss on his forehead. Softly, you push yourself away from his embrace. Digging into your purse you pull out the final documents for your divorce.

Looking at the calendar you read the date, October 22nd...

"happy anniversary."

kinda ass I KNOW… this was one of my older works before I started to write better, so I might go back and fix this up if I might make a whole new version, tell if I should down below PLEASE!

I know I said I would update more, but life got to me. Almost at 1k followers tho! Fuck it we ball.

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Dumb (Part One)

Kenny McCormick × AFAB! Reader

Part Two: Coming Soon

Request Open! -> About Requests

TW: They killed Kenny, you bastards! (Non permanent character death), descriptions of blood and Gore. Angst with a happy ending; hurt/comfort

Synopsis: y/n watches Kenny die right in front of her. The next day, she goes to school in shambles, only to see a familiar face beside her at her locker. Needless to say, she's pretty sure she is losing her mind.

Inspo: Dumb by Nirvana

Y/N found herself standing in the parking lot of South Park High on her first day of senior year, staring at her best friend.

Her dead best friend.

She watches in horror as Clyde Donovan rushes out from his brand-new convertible in a panic. The front end was dented in from the impact, and the once shiny yellow paint job was splattered in a dark crimson red.

Y/N wasn't sure what had happened. It seemed as though they were hopping out of Stan's car just a moment ago, excited for the first day of their last year in this hell hole.

Now, Kenny lay sprawled out against the pavement, surrounded by a pool of blood.

"I told you to put your goddamn phone down, Clyde!" Shouts Bebe from the passenger seat in between sobs.

Y/N sees Clyde running his hands through his hair, pulling at the strands as tears well in his eyes, "I, I didn't see him!" He screamed, looking around at the crowd gathering around the gruesome scene.

Stan, rushing over to Y/N, was quick to try and shield her from the sight, but she had already soaked it in—every last detail down to his torn-up shoes.

"You," she pushes out, hot tears beginning to streak down her face, "You fucking bastard!"

Y/N attempts to launch herself past Stan, though he holds her back as she claws at the air around her as though it would help push her forward. "Was it worth it, Clyde? You killed him, and all you can say is, 'I didn't see him'?! What kind of lame fucking apology is that?!"

She could feel the strain in her vocal cords as she raged on, and somehow, she had broke free of Stan's grasp. Running at full speed towards Clyde, she quickly punches him square in the jaw.

"Y/N, stop!" Shouts Kyle as he, Stan, and a few other seniors sprint to restrain her as Clyde recoils to try and protect himself from Y/N's aggression. She rips the leather sleeve of Clyde's letterman jacket in a rage at the seam.

"I hope you're fucking happy! You ruined senior year, you braindead prick!"

Ambulance and police sirens sound off in the distance as Y/N's friends force her to sit on the sidewalk, holding onto her as she wails out in heartbreak.

"I'm not going." Y/N protests as her mother sets down a bowl of oatmeal in front of her at the dining room table.

How was she supposed to live in a world without Kenny McCormick by her side?

-> <-

Her mother sighs in response, taking a seat beside the gloomy girl. "Honey, you're going to school. What's gotten into you?"

Furrowing her eyebrow, Y/N lifts her head from its place on the edge of the table. Her face was puffy, and her eyes were still swollen from the nonstop crying.

"What's gotten into me? Are you kidding?"

Her mom cocks her head, placing a loving hand on her daughter's shoulder, "Oh dear, is it that time of the month already?"

Scoffing in disbelief, more tears began to collect in her eyes. How could her mother forget that her friend had just been brutally slaughtered?

"You know what, maybe I will go to school. I can't be around you right now."

Mrs. Y/L/N watches her daughter jolt from her chair and scurry towards the door, throwing on a pair of shoes and haphazardly slinging her school bag across her shoulder.

"Don't forget your car keys!" Shouts the confused woman from the kitchen.

"I'm walking!" Screams a very upset Y/N as the front door slams shut behind her.

Cold autumn air gushed against her as she made the rather long trek to school on foot. She'd needed the time alone to collect herself. Yet, for some reason, every familiar car that passed by harbored her classmates, who all dawned smiles or tired looks. It seemed she was the only one who cared that Kenny was dead.

A horn honks in the distance, and she turns to see the familiar sight of Stan's car behind her as he pulls off to the side of the road. Rolling down his window, he pokes his head out with a perplexed look plastered on his face. "You want a ride?"

Y/N waits a moment before shrugging, walking over slowly, and lazily flopping herself into the car.

The drive was mostly filled with comfortable silence as Stan drove them to school. His head bobbed along to the stereo as he seemed to be in high spirits.

This baffled Y/N, as she had been talking to a disheveled Stan just yesterday. "How are you in such a good mood?"

"What do you mean? We got a whole extra day off of school. Of course, I'm in a good mood! Aren't you?"

Y/N scoffs in astonishment as she looks at him with disdain.

"No, Stan, I'm not in a good mood."

He frowns at her words, peering over at her momentarily as they pull into the school's student parking lot, "Oh, I'm sorry, Y/N. Maybe Ken can make you feel better. He's pretty good at that."

She freezes, questioning if she has heard him correctly.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?"

Stan laughs nervously as he watches her expression fall further into anger. "Oh, that's why you're upset. Look, whatever Kenny did, I'm sure he didn't mean it-"

Stan is left speechless after she sends a hand flying into his cheek. As he holds his stinging face, Y/N swings the passenger door open as she glares back at him through blurred vision.

"What is wrong with you, Marsh? It's only been a day, and you think it's okay to joke about him? Have some decency, would you?"

And with that, she storms through the parking lot. Once inside, she looked around to see everyone going about their day like everything was fine. Like nothing had ever happened.

The most infuriating thing she saw was Clyde Donovan leaning against a stairwell, flirting with some sophomore.

A low growl rose in her chest, but she knew she couldn't start a fight with him after yesterday. She had narrowly avoided assault charges in the first place. Speed walking through the halls, she ignores the warm greetings of her friends she passed while she was on a mission to make it to her locker without completely breaking down.

Shoving a couple of books into her bag, she lingers when she sees the inside of the locker door. A few Polaroid pictures hung sloppily taped onto the metal. One caught her eye in particular: she posed with Kenny on a snowy February. She held a middle finger to the camera as Kenny leaned against her, keeping two fingers behind Y/N's head to resemble devil horns.

And once again, she becomes a blubbering mess. Using her sweatshirt sleeve, she covers her wet face and gently shuts the locker.

"G'mornin, Y/N."

Those words and that voice made her spiral into full-on bawling.

"Angel, why are you crying?" Kenny's familiar voice speaks up from behind her.

It seemed so natural. She convinced herself it must be her grieving subconscious filling that empty void. That warm greeting she looked forward to every day, those sickeningly sweet nicknames, had been ripped away.

Chalking it up to the slow descent into madness, Y/N looks down and continues walking toward her first-period class as the first bell sounds.

Someone grabs her by the waist, stopping her dead in her tracks.

Hot breath against her ear as that honey-like voice whispers gently.

"Hey, don't ignore me. Who made you cry?"

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endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus · 7 months

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[Headcannons] A Day At The Beach w/ The Ghouls & Ghoulettes

Cutesy lil fluffy thoughts that came to me at 3 am about my favorite band.

Thank you to my writing muse and fabulous goddess @sink-me-in-your-ocean for always proofreading my docs.

Bone apple teet (-‿◦☀)

ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕟

bolts straight for the ocean, manically laughing - he very delulu but so stinking cute

wears fish themed swim trunks with matching fishy arm floaties

anyone who dares enter his domain is in for quite the surprise…

he pretends to be a shark

playfully gnaws on your ankles under the water before yanking on your leg and pulling you under

finds pretty seashells and gifts them to you with the most heart warming smile

“Rain! Its time to leave! Lets go!” you annoyingly yelled into the void of the blue ocean, knowing for damn sure he heard you.

In the distance you spot a gray blob emerging from the surface of the water, “NO!” the voice echoed back to shore before disappearing once again.

…

The car ride home, Rain was sitting in the back row curled up in a ball, tears silently flowing down his cheeks as he aimlessly stared out the window. *insert Summertime Sadness by Lana del Rey*

You roll your eyes as you catch a glimpse of him in the rear view mirror, shaking your head in disbelief, he is such a drama queen…

𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟

he’s here for the good vibes and shade

paints a thick coat of sunscreen from head to toe

lounges under the umbrella with a paperback book of Twilight

ends up falling asleep within 20 minutes

could honestly sleep for eternity

In a hushed whisper, “M-mountain?”, you gently nudge his shoulder, attempting to awake him so you can pack up the car and leave.

No response.

Anxiety slowly creeps in, i-is he dead?

His neck is exposed and you take two fingers to take his pulse, as soon as you make contact he jolts awake, both of you screaming. Him with a high-pitched shriek of fear and you in shock that he’s alive.

“I thought you were a vampire!” he hysterically gasped.

𝔻𝕖𝕨𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡

hates despises water with a fiery passion (don’t get me started when it's time for him to bathe)

he made it his mission to dig the largest hole possible beside Phantom and Swiss who were on their separate crusade to construct the most glorious sand castle

starts clawing at the sand like a deranged dog, kicking the small particles in Phantom and Swiss’s face

gets scolded and growls at them before repositioning himself the other way

happily zens out in his proudly accomplished hole

doesn’t realize the high tide was coming in as the day went on, causing the shoreline to sneak in closer and closer

A small stream of water trickled into his territory but he ignored it, not thinking much of it at all and resumed his rest, leaning up against the high wall with his arms crossed. Dozing off after a laborious work day.

SWOOSH! A huge tidal wave of water crashed in, submerging him in salty depths, ultimately scaring him. He yelped and frantically tried to climb out of the overflowing pit. You rushed over to rescue him, pulling him up, his body shivering from the frigid temperature.

Once he secured his bearings within your arms, he angrily turned back to see the catastrophic wreckage. Madness ensued - every hair in his small figure shooting straight up and his tail viscously whipping side to side, creating dents in the soft sand.

Oh, he big mad.

This wasn’t the first time he’s lost his cool and most certainly will not be the last. He aggressively launched himself towards the evil aqua, nothing but pure rage fueling his very fiber. You swiftly caught him by the waist, wrapping your arms around him and digging your heels into the ground for proper anchorage.

He violently hissed and swatted his arms about like a mad man, you held onto him for dear life, shouting, “Dewdrop! Stop it!” over the savage snarling and profanity spewing out of his tiny mouth.

(home boy really thought he could physically throw hands with water).

ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞 & 𝕊𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕤

true definition of bromance

begged and pleaded for you to buy them the “Super Duper Crazy Mega Plastic Sand Castle” building kit (as advertised on TV). Equipped with every tool in the shed to assemble the perfect castle of your dreams!

they damn well knew how to abuse their power of sad puppy dog eyes and pouting lips

so of course you caved into their ridiculous yet adorable request

They scouted the vast sandy land, personal privateers carrying out the Dark Lord’s decree. Dewdrop tagged along behind them as they paced back and forth in this vigorous expedition for the “perfect spot” to declare ownership.

Swiss grunted in annoyance, “That’s too far of a walk from the water, we need it to dampen the sand.”

Phantom sighed, pointing to the area Swiss had fallen in love with, “The rocks are going to get in the way, it's too close.”

The two continued to butt heads, both equally stubborn and childish.

Dewdrop stood in the middle of them, his head whipping between who was speaking. Bored with the endless bickering, he plopped down on the cushiony sand, tracing a phallic symbol in the pale dirt, “What about right here?”

They exchanged a mischievous look with one another, mirroring a brow raise at the fascinating offer. In unison they shouted, leaping in the air to tackle down poor little Dewdrop.

“LAND HO!”

𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖

fashioning the cutest teeny, weeny, polka dot bikini

sprawled out her towel on the pillowy ground and laid facing down

basking in the sun's scorching hot rays

much like a cat, she loved to lounge in the sun any chance she got

its ultraviolet rays recharging her energy- utter bliss

She stretched her limbs far out as she could before turning over to roast the front of her body, exhaling a deep yawn and placing large rounded shades over her eyes.

Her face scrunched in frustration at the commotion coming from Phantom, Swiss and Dewdrop hooting and hollering - it was disturbing her well deserved me time and she will not have them ruin it!

She propped up on her elbows, lowering the shades to the tip of her nose to gander at what the fuck was going on, “Aye!”, she roared loud enough for everyone within a mile radius to hear, “Shut up over there! I’m trying to relax!”

All three immediately stopped to stare at her with wide, fearful expressions, knowing from past experience she would definitely give em a good bop on the head for pissing her off.

In a stink eye glaring standoff with the Ghouls, she slowly pushed up the frame of her sunglasses -not breaking contact- to re-cover her eyes and reclined backwards to lay.

“Idiots…” she muttered to herself.

ℂ𝕦𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕤 & ℂ𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕤

life of the party

verybody wants to be em or fuck em

baddest bitches

matching skull patterned bikinis and fancy floppy hats

love checking out the locale mom and pop shops lined up along the beach

buys trinkets/souvenirs for the other Ghouls

*insert shopping spree montage*

The ultra plush sand squished and practically swallowed their feet as they struggled to walk back to the group, hands full of bags from the shopping haul that they kindly charged to Papa’s credit card.

After settling in at basecamp, they began to unload the many items from chic clothing pieces to varying sizes of memorability that were neatly bound in gift wrap and topped with a colorful bow.

Cirrus used her thumb and pointer finger to whistle, calling the unruly herd to gather. The Ghouls' faces lit up in excitement as they sprinted to welcome the Ghoulettes. As Cirrus distributed the presents, Cumulus unboxed a package of ice cream sandwiches, letting each individual Ghoul pick out a flavor as they approached.

Today was a great day for the beach.

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Angry Billy Smut??

Rage

18+: Angst, extreme smut

It was one of those nights were Billy came home slamming the door shut and throwing his keys on the table. Kicking his shoes off and stomping straight towards the kitchen. You jolted in place when you heard him banging his fist against the counter top.

You were already in bed with your heartbeat now racing as you listened to his muffled yelling from the other room. You never asked or knew where Billy was that made him come home like this. Part of you didn’t want to know. Why were his clothes always so dirty, why was there blood on his knuckles, was he with other girls? Billy scared you, but it was something about that turned you on. It made you able to feel your racing pulse down in your core. It made you drip.

You pulled your blanket off and headed to the kitchen to comfort him. Wearing only your now damp panties and one of his shirts that fit you like a skirt. You entered the kitchen of your small home and saw him leaning on the counter with his handsome face in his hands.

“Billy?” you mumbled, slowly approaching him with your hand. He jolted up and smacked your hand down to throw his finger in front of your face.

“Don’t touch me!” He shouted. You gasped. It wasn’t that unusual for Billy to be stern with you but this was excessive. A tear slowly ran down your cheek as you hoped Billy would comfort you. “I just wanted to know if everything was okay, you can talk to me y’know”.

Billy slammed his fist against the wall with a groan. Slamming the cabinets shut, breaking dishes.

“B-Billy” you cried out”. Finally, Billy turned around and walked towards you. You opened your arms expecting a hug but instead were picked up and thrown over his shoulder as he carried you to the bedroom. You yelped with surprise but anticipation.

He threw you down onto the bed and got on his knees in front of it. Pulling you by the arms, he tore your panties off and shoved his mouth onto your pussy. “Fuck!”, you screamed out. Billy stuck his tongue inside you as he ate you out. His soft eyes looking up at you devilishly as his tongue fucked your pussy. His saliva mixing with your own juices dripping down onto the floor.

The sweet feeling of his soft lips pressing against your folds as he held your legs over his head to tongue fuck you deeper. It was all too much.

“Billy! Fuck- I’m gonna cum”, you screamed out in pleasure. You felt a knot come loose in your stomach as you squirted all over Billy’s face. He dropped your legs as he wiped your cum off his face to lick and gave you an angry stare.

“That’s it”, he mumbled he stood up and threw his shirt off over his head. His hands when don’t touch unbutton his pants. You crawled over to him from the bed wanting to help but he forcefully pushed you back down onto your back. He was pissed.

Once his pants were off, you saw the bulge in his boxers. Your mouth was salivating. He pulled them down next over his thick thighs and grabbed his hardening cock with one of his big hands.

“You want some of this” he asked deeply, slowly stroking it and throwing his head back in pleasure.

“Please Billy!”, you cried out. Seeing him standing there, legs spread big cock in his hand, and his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. He was going to fuck the shit out of you.

With no hesitation Billy grabbed your legs and pulled you flush against him.

He tapped the head of his cock over your pussy a few times. You could feel the weight off it. You thought about how deep he would be able to go. “Please Billy, fuck me!” With that, Billy pushed his cock into you and let out a loud roar.

“Wooo!” He shouted as he tightly grabbed onto your thighs to pull all his length into you. At first it stung but you quickly got used to his large size and that feeling turned into pleasure.

“Oh, fuck!” You screamed out in ecstasy. Billy was wasting no time fucking you as hard and fast as he could. Putting all that aggression and energy into destroying your tiny cunt. You banged your head back against the mattress as you started seeing stars from how good it all felt.

Billy stood there with his meaty legs spread and his ass cheeks flexing with every hard thrust he pounded into you. His balls were hanging low and full of cum as they kissed the curve of your ass with each thrust. The sound of them slapping against you turning you on even more leaving red marks on your skin. Billy was loud. Grunting and devilishly smiling as he watched his length disappear into your pussy. He loved the way your velvety walls squeezed against his thick cock as he quite literally stretched you out.

“Tell me how much you like my big cock, sweetheart”, he asked. “Fuck!”, you screamed. “Such a big cock!”

With that Billy pulled out flipped you over onto your stomach. Your pussy felt cold and empty without him in there. Billy landed a hard slap against your ass that would surely leave a mark as he slid his cock back inside you.

This time both of his hands pressing down on the small of your back as he drilled his cock into you as fast as he could. Like a machine. Loud deep groans filling the room and covering up your tiny whimpers as he put one of his hands on your head and shoved it into the mattress. You were so overstimulated. His cock giving your pussy no mercy as you moaned into your mattress. Sweat was dripping from his body onto yours. You reached back to grab Billy’s thighs, needing something to hold onto. Leaving tiny crescent shaped marks in his skin as your gripped onto them tightly. Billy gave you no remorse, using you purely for his own need and desire.

You were simply a toy for his cock.

Slaps were delivered to your ass as his cock fucked you into another world. Your back arching up as you felt your second climax arising, Billy grabbed a fist full of your hair to yank and he continued to fuck you like an animal.

Like a devil.

Chanting softly, “yeah, yeah, yeah” as he watched your ass jiggle from his pounding. He was completely dominating you. It only took a few more thrusts until you were crying. “M gonna cum!” you cried. “Again?” Billy asked snarly with a grin, “gonna fuck a big load into you when you do princess”. He grabbed onto your ass checks pulling them up slightly as he continued fucking you. Want daddy to fill this little thing up?” He asked. “Yes, please! Fuck!” you screamed.

Billy threw himself on top of you and kissed your neck as he got ready to cum inside you. The two of you moaned in synch as he made a few purple hickeys you would have to cover up with makeup for school the next day. His deep hot breaths warming up your ear. He passionately pounded into you with all his weight crushing on top of you. When you felt him brushing up against your cervix you were done.

“I’m cumming daddy!” you yelped. Your juices squirting out to coat his cock and drip onto your bedsheets. That was enough for Billy to finish. His cock twitched as he shot strings of cum deep inside you. He fucked his cum deeper in you for a while before pulling out.

A string of cum still connecting his cock to your pussy.

You laid down smiling as Billy got dressed, expecting him to cuddle you until you both fell asleep. But instead you heard the door shut behind you as he left the bedroom and headed outside to start his car. Leaving you face down, ass up, on the bed and still dripping.

Part 2

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargove imagine #smut #billy hargrove angst

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piratekane · 1 year

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21!

twenty-one: no one can hurt you now

She's past inconsolable. She's angry. She's fury, burning in every nerve ending. Her touch could melt steel, her hands could scald. She's an inferno, raging like a wildfire and she's going to incinerate anything that stands in her way.

When she sees those bastards, she's going to make them wish they'd never even so much as thought of touching Beatrice.

"Easy, hothead."

It's Mary, so Ava doesn't snap back like she did when it was Lilith. But she doesn't stop pacing either, doesn't stop clenching her hand into a fist so tight that her elbow starts to ache from the tension. She's not sure how things went so sideways. Her attention shifted for a half second, the length of a short breath, and when she turned back, Bea was gone.

"I say we-"

"We can't go in swords swinging" Mary interrupts. "We don't have the intel."

"So we get it."

Lilith's eyebrow rises up into her hair line. Ava, looking for a fight - with anyone, over anything - almost takes the bait. But Mary beats her to it, knocking Lilith gently with her elbow.

"We'll get her back," Camila says. Her voice is small and Ava feels a flicker of guilt that's quickly consumed by the fire still raging inside of her. "She's Beatrice. She'll be fine."

What if she's not? a voice in Ava's head screams. What if they're not in time?

That voice carries on in her head while Mary and Lilith and Camila pour over maps. It says, you didn't do enough. You weren't quick enough. You shouldn't have looked away. You usually have Bea at your side, why didn't you notice she was gone before she disappeared?

It carries on her head while Mary bustles her into a van, destination locked into the GPS on the dashboard. It says, you failed her. You let her down. You you you are the reason she's gone.

They pull up alongside a warehouse. There's a joke somewhere about henchmen and warehouses and Ava would tell Bea it, if she was here. But she's somewhere in there, probably hidden away behind winding rows of boxes.

Ava is going to tear all of them apart with her bare hands.

The warehouse is quiet on the outside, a single passenger van by the front door. She hears Mary outlining entry and exit strategies but none of them matter. She's going through that front door, taking Beatrice, and going home. She says so, and no one argues with her.

Mary blows the lock off the door, announcing their entrance. Ava stalks through first, sword at her back and her hands locked in fists. She straight punches the first guy, dressed in all black with a cloth hiding his face, knocking him back a few stumbling steps. He shakes his head and charges forward but she feints to one side and brings her fist up under his swing, catching him in the chin. He drops, eyes rolling back into his head.

There's a shotgun blast on her right, the sound of a baton on her left. A dart flies over her shoulder and a man twenty feet away hits the ground.

Someone charges her out of the darkness and she steps to the side, using her hands against the base of his neck to send him continuing past her. She hears him pivot and she sets her feet, bringing her elbow back into the soft part of his gut. She spins, catching his ankles and dropping him to his back, before slamming the heel of her palm into his sternum.

Ahead of her, another person lumbers into the hallway. She sprints towards him, leaping up to lock her legs around his head, and twists her body, pulling him down to the floor. There's a wet crack when he hits the concrete floor and she stands, brushing her armor off.

She can see a lone chair just beyond the last guy, a figure tied to it and slumped over. That devouring blaze in her body hurtles towards incendiary. He rushes her, crowing in her space, and she blocks his first punch, jabbing two fingers at his throat. He chokes for a moment and she takes advantage, grabbing his wrist and twisting it until she hears the bone snap. He shouts and she pulls his arm down, swinging her leg over it until that snaps too. She twists, using her body weight to turn him over and drops to one knee, bringing his back down over it. Another snap, another scream. She pushes him off her with a growl and lets him ragdoll to the floor.

Ava doesn't wait for the other to catch up. She sprints ahead, dropping to her knees in front of the slumped over figure and slowly lifts Bea's chin, eyes roaming her face. "Hey, hey Bea."

Bea groans a little, her breath shallow.

"I've got you," she exhales. The fire quells a little, becomes a dying furnace in her belly. "I've got you, Bea."

Bea tips her head back, eyes half a moment behind. "Ava."

Ava runs shaking fingers down Bea's face, brushing off some dried blood flaking on her cheek. There's a cut over her eye that might need a stitch or two and her armor is torn at the shoulder, leaving behind another blood stain. But she looks intact; she looks alive. Ava stands and pulls her closer, holding Bea's head to her chest.

"Ow," Bea murmurs. Ava loosens her hold quickly, scanning Bea's face. She's grimacing in pain. "Hurts."

Ava smooths her hand over Bea's arm gently. "No one can hurt you now. We're going to get out of here." She starts to pull Bea's arm around her shoulder.

Bea slurs a little when she speaks. "Don't think I can walk."

"Don't have to." Mary comes up under Bea's other shoulder, careful of the way it lifts and seems to pull. "Lean on us."

Ava curls her hand around Bea's waist and steps forward, falling into a rhythm with Mary as they take even steps back to the van. Lilith scouts ahead, Camila bringing up the rear, and they make the slow march through the warehouse and out the front door.

They pass through the bodies strewn out along the warehouse floor and Ava holds Bea a little tighter. The voice in her head carries. It says, you found her. You saved her. Now never let her go.

#warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #kait not make a number sentence prompt into 1k words challenge 2023 #will i succeed no probably not #now to do some REAL work (yeah right)

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Breaking Bonds Ch. 1

Glossu Rabban "The Beast" Harkonnen x F! Reader

Synopsis: Many were involved in the forced union of you and the Count of your homeworld - how will you cope; on a foreign planet and trapped with a literal beast? Notes: Arranged Marriage, Lankiveili! Reader, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn Chapter Warnings: Slight Angst A/N: My new friend @cinnamon-mey inspired me to finally start this fic that's been sitting in my draft for an eternity. If you search for a good Rabban short, check out her work right -> Here! ❤

"Amour, amour, everyone wants to tame you. Amour, amour, in the end we're caught between your fangs. Love is a wild beast! You fall straight into her trap. She stares right into youe eyes. Enchanted when her gaze meets yours." - Rammstein

"WHY WOULD MY UNCLE MAKE ME WED THIS LOWLIFE? WHY?!"

Rabban's voice cut like thunder through the strained silence, his shouts being followed by what you could only decipher as the wreckage of furniture.

You were in the room next to his, both you and the slaves flinching with every sound. Still, they wordlessly continued preparing you for the ceremony, harshly tugging on your hair that was so foreign for them to maintain.

His voice was just as you imagined, you thought: As frightening as the man himself, and dripping with intense hate and rage.

There was no way he had only now been informed about this arrangement.

Maybe he did simply hope there'd be another way around, who knows? That'd make two of you.

Reality began to dawn on you as you watched the Harkonnen maids work on you in the mirror. According to their tradition, you were dressed in all black - a fitting theme, for it truly felt like a funeral more than anything.

Another clash from your fiancé's room, followed by screams and someone calling out for a medic.

This man's fury could direct itself against anyone or anything, even if absolutely unprovoked. It was enough to be in his vicinity at the wrong moment...

...the place you were destined to be from now on.

Tears dwelled in your eyes and even though you did not understand their language, they gesticulated for you that the time had come.

You were led to the altar like a lamb to the slaughter, aware of your fate but unable to prevent the inevitable.

Never before had a walk had felt this long yet also agonizingly short.

As you walked down the aisle, your glance wandered aimlessly through the hall avoiding to look at Rabban for as long as humanly possible at any cost.

A pityful attempt to prevent yourself from breaking down right then and there - at least not futile until now.

You couldn't help but notice the lack of anything that might indicate the current celebration. There was no decoration, no music, nothing.

Something to get used to, living with those people from now on.

Many eyes were locked on you, most of them unfamiliar. They were observing you warily, degrading even.

Some of them you had never met before, and still they had decided over your fate - or rather doom - without any remorse, only ever having their own benefit in mind.

Of course your own family was not allowed to attend - the fact that you roamed these halls freely was proof of their desperate measurements.

But in the end, you were just another slave.

A cruel tactic, marrying you off to the man that was tormenting your entire homeworld for decades already.

Well, toying with other people's lives if the end justified the means - that was the fundament the whole Empire was build on.

For a sheer moment, you locked eyes with the Reverend Mother - another player to whom you were nothing more than a mere pawn.

They had raised their hopes of you birthing a gifted daughter, fit to join the ranks of the Bene Gesserit. While you had no connection to the order whatsoever, Rabban's mother had been one of them. So it was not completely impossible for your offsprings to carry huge potential.

Even though being forced to reciprocate with one of this monstrous race terrified you beyond belief, so did the thought of your child being robbed from you right after birth.

Maybe it was better this way - the abomination you'd bring forth with the Beast would grow up to become just as evil as the rest of them.

You also spotted Baron Vladimir among the crowd, first row of course and seemingly very proud of himself. Of course he'd attend, being the one to suggest this alliance in the first place.

The Baron was not particulary fond of the idea that inferior genes would once again taint the Harkonnen bloodline, though he thought of Rabban just as lowy. Most important, it might end the uproars on your home planet and assure them safe trade of the precious whale fur once again.

He couldn't care less about Rabban's future, let alone a heir of his lends. If anything, it would be a nuisance for the Baron's initial conspiracy to help his favoured nephew Feyd take over the lead of House Harkonnen.

Because by law, the firstborn Rabban and his bloodline would be first in order of reign, no matter how much your inferior blood might taint it.

However, the unison between the self-proclaimed Count of Lankiveil and the last remaining native royal house of the planet would hopefully bring about permanent peace.

Settling things like this would spare him the expenses and resources of wiping the rebels out through force.

This was also the reason your family had given you - their only marriageable daughter - away voluntarily, knowing very well what unspeakable terrors the Harkonnens could otherwise unleash onto the remaining populace.

In the end, the Baron was satisfied with the outcome. You were composed and intelligent, yet knew your place. A fitting counterpart for the dull and erratic Rabban, possibly even keeping him from poor decisions that'd be bad for their business.

After knowing what the Harkonnens were capable of, you were sheer too terrified to become an actual threat. You'd gladly accept your role and sacrifice for your people without daring to ever strive for more, he was sure of it.

Everything else could be dealt with later, Vladimir thought.

"Remain as still as a corpse" you reminded yourself as you had reached the destination besides your soon-to-be husband. "Thus is the virtue of a lady."

You gulped harshly, desperate to make your body obey even in the face of fear - in contradiction to your own survival instincts.

However, when Rabban finally lifted your veil you were unable to keep your body from shaking, strangled sobs escaping your throat ever so frequent.

No one seemed to mind your current state of being, though you were certain even the last one among the audience could notice your very obvious distress.

After all, it was no secret that this marriage was fake. A trade in exchange for peace...

...and all consequence that came along with it you alone had to bear.

A firm grip under your chin forced you to look up to the man, and when you ultimatively saw this frightening man eye to eye, the last bit of your resolve disappeared.

You did not care anymore - anything would be salvation compared to whatever awaited you with the monster that was the man you had been promised to.

The Count himself however seemed rather unimpressed by this whole scenario.

In the end he was nothing but the shell of a man with no own will. Even this marriage was just another order for him to follow.

Not even the Emperor would know what kind of inhumane measurements were necessary to break this literal beast into utter submission like that.

Rabban had never cared about politics of some sort - whether he was to be here or slaughter himself through the rows of your people, it did not matter the same...

...though admittedly, he'd enjoy the latter option way more.

It was sheer impossible to know what he was thinking as he scanned your face, keeping an indifferent expression - and yet his stare was burning holes into you.

Even while doing nothing spectacular, his vile aura alone was making you shrink down in fear.

An embassador of the emperor was in charge of the ceremony, however both of you did not pay his speech any mind. You were still frozen on spot, gaze glued on each other like hunter and prey - expecting one to strike as soon as you'd be inattentive.

"I do" he spoke, his relentless eyes still fixated on your face - and only when those words reached your ears you realized that the ceremony was already in full swing.

In huge contrast to earlier, Rabban's demeanour was now all calm and collected - at least on the outside...

...and yet his voice was still boiling with anger underneath. A deep almost-growl, sending a chill down your spine as it echoed against the walls.

"And you, Y/N Årud: Do you take Glossu Rabban Harkonnen to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Cold dread dropped to your stomach like lead, and it took everything inside of you to not faint from the horrifying anticipation.

Remembering the reason you were chosen - the fact that your sacrifice would ease the burden of your folk - gave you just enough strenght to continue this farce.

There was no escaping it either way - this was your cruel, cruel destiny.

You blinked away the burning tears on the rim of your eyes, ramming your nails into your palm to level yourself. Refusing to do so much as look at him again, you took a deep breath and finally wrung out the words everyone expected of you:

"I-I...yes, I do."

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Årud is a Norwegian reference, meaning something like "river's clearing"

[Chapter 2]

#dune #dune 2 #beast rabban #glossu rabban harkonnen #beast rabban/reader #glossu rabban harkonnen/reader #self insert #marysue #original female character

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katybaby00 · 3 months

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Sweet fairy part:02

König x fairy!reader A/N: i’ve been working this weekend and have done nothing but think about some fics i wanna write and who i wanna write for. i hope you enjoy✨ credits: @cafekitsune for their wonderful dividers. please go check them out. warnings: mild violence, blood, angst...

Before I can make out who is intruding on my meadow I'm shot down in a net, the wire and rope stinging my skin as it makes contact. König is watching as I fly up to check our surroundings, noticing the shift in in the air. He hears branches snap and the sound of the net being launched in my direction and he takes off after the unknown people lurking at the edge of the meadow. The soldier in him going into overdrive at a potential threat.

König is sprinting to the edge of the meadow and as he gets closer he can hear a man shouting orders at his team members to "Gather the fairy! We'll be getting paid tonight boys!" Fairy bodies, hair, everything on a fairy is valuable, and to the highest bidder? Nothing is off the table. A live fairy? worth millions. König knows this and it tears an angry and primal growl from his chest as he reaches the men.

He unleashes on the group of men. König comes into view of the men and twirls the knife expertly in his hands. "Tell me who is paying you, maybe I will let you live." His accent heavy and chest heaving. He takes a small step towards them and they all reach for their weapons, but König is faster. He takes 2 of the men down with knives, slicing ones jugular and twisting his neck like an owl. He grabs the other of the two and slams him on the ground, slicing his femoral artery. Leaving him screaming and slowly loosing consciousness.

Furious that they could harm something so delicate and beautiful when all you do is take care of things. His blood pumps and boils as he plunges his knife into the leader of the groups ribcage and twists, his body falls to the ground like a rag doll. The other man can only watch, as König turns to him his body radiates anger. "Now, abschaum, who has paid you to capture my fairy?"

What I wasn't prepared for was the shear weight of the rope and wire against my tiny body. I feel as thought I weigh a thousand pounds at 4 inches tall. I struggle against the net as it singes and burns my skin every time I do. I try to move once more to try and free myself, no use. I am laying on my side trying not to move, everything hurts.

König is panting heavily as he slices the mans throat after he gives him the information he asked for. He is instantly pulled from his almost blackout rage, "Y/n." he whispers and turns away from the bodies and looks for you in the meadow. "Y/n!" He yells. No response. "Nein bitte, Y/n!?" König shouts.

I hear König ever so faintly, the buzzing of the electricity in the wires and the burning of my own skin drowning his calls for me out. "König!" I manage to scream. "I'm here! Please!" I use all the strength I can and shout for him, hoping he hears me. König runs over to where he hears me, close to where he had been sitting before. He bends down to me and as he cups his hands around my entangled body he's shocked from the wires. He winces softly and cuts them free from my body. "Oh meine süße Fee, are you alright?" He gently rests his thumb on my back and sits me up as thoughtfully as he can, not wanting to risk injuring you further.

His eyes scan my small form and they land on my wings, his face etched with concern. "Your wings..." König helps me to sit up further and inspect my wings. I look over my shoulder at the almost translucent and burned wings, or what's left of them, from the electric wires. I look down at his palm and shut my eyes tight, a tear rolling down my face and onto his palm. "A fairy is nothing without their wings." I say softly, remembering the words of the fae king. If you are to ever loose your wings, don't come back.

König looks down at me softly. "Oh Schatz, please do not cry." He gently lifts my chin with his finger. "You are still meine süße Fee, Ja?" He looks at me through his sniper hood and tilts his head awaiting my answer. "Yes, but a fairies power is held in their wings, I have no wings." I cry softly as I look up at him. I hold onto his finger and sob softly. I feel like a huge hole has been pierced through my chest.

I lean against his finger and hug it tight and cry. König sits by the tree he had earlier and gets comfortable, letting me go through the emotions of loosing my wings. His chest puffs ever so slightly, his protective instincts kicking in. "What if... I kept you?" König says this hesitantly knowing fairies are very wary of humans, especially being asked to be kept by one. I slowly look up at him, my body going slightly rigid and heart rate increasing. He notices this and continues. "Not like a pet or a prize to show off, to help you, take care of you, things of that nature." he says softly. I relax as he explains himself, a relief washes over me and I slump against his finger contentedly.

I smile and nod up at him. "Yes König. I would appreciate that very much." The corners of his eyes wrinkle underneath his sniper hood and he stands from his spot up against the tree and slowly heads back to the KorTac base. Fairy in hand, and a newfound protectiveness blooming in his chest.

#call of duty #könig x fairy!reader #könig x reader #cod mw2 #cod x reader #call of duty mw2 #könig call of duty #könig #longer than expected

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earlgreydream · 2 years

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angry passionate sex with jace after you go and get yourself hurt bc you disobeyed his rule for you to never leave the institute

ugh babe yes you always nail the vibe -- i'm so so excited you finally love my favorite fictional character of all time

“What did I tell you?!” Jace shouted, his chest heaving as he pinned your body against the wall.

“N-never to leave the institute alone,” you whispered hoarsely, your eyes already burning with tears, an invisible hand squeezing your throat, making it difficult to breathe.

“You could’ve gotten yourself killed, do you understand that? The streets are fucking crawling with demons and you don’t know how to properly defend yourself!” rage poured out of Jace, an attempt to hide the fear that was really driving his emotions.

He had almost lost you. Despite Jace’s many reminders not to leave the institute – especially alone – you had gone out looking for him. Jace had promised to be back in an hour, and when he hadn’t returned, you had fled the institute, running into the streets with one of his seraph blades. You weren’t trained to use it, and when a demon cornered you, you would’ve been dead if Jace hadn’t come down from the rooftops, slicing it clean in half. Your angel would always protect you, but he was furious at you for putting yourself in danger.

“You didn’t come home. You said… You said you’d be back in an hour and it had been three Jace! I thought…” a sob broke through your throat, tears flooding down your cheeks.

You hiccupped on stuttered breaths, unable to calm down as you crashed from your adrenaline rush. Jace’s hands released your wrists, pulling you into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. His fury lowered to a simmer, the anger still swirling in his stomach, but the urge to yell ebbing off.

“Can’t get rid of me that easy,” he murmured, fingers twisting in your hair and pulling your head back so he could press a forceful kiss to your mouth. His tongue broke the seal of your lips, winning a battle against yours as he swallowed your low whine.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed when he broke the kiss, looking up into his golden-honey eyes.

“You will obey me,” Jace commanded sternly, his voice low and dangerous.

Words caught in your throat, and a pathetic nod wasn’t enough to satisfy Jace’s need for control. A whimper escaped your lips as his inhuman strength had you on the bed in a second, forcing an exhale as your back hit the mattress. His lean, athletic body was over yours instantly, his black shirt already discarded somewhere on his bedroom floor. Black ink formed runes that danced along his skin, your fingers going to the angelic symbol out of habit, his eyes briefly closing as you touched him.

“If you go and get yourself killed, I won’t be able to fuck you anymore,” Jace hissed, forcing his hips between your legs.

“I won’t, I promise. I’ll be good, I’ll stay in the institute,” you swore, whimpering as he ground his hips against yours, his dick hardening against your panties.

Your hips rose off the bed, trying to gain more friction, overpowered by the need for your lover.

“Take what I give you. Angel, just fucking do as you’re told!” he flipped you over, pulling you to your knees with your face down in the sheets.

He ripped the lace from your hips, shoving your head back down as you tried to push up on your elbows. Accepting your fate – that Jace was going to brutally fuck you – you arched your back, exposing your wet cunt to him. The angel moaned, stroking himself as he aligned with your slit.

“Jace, please, fuck me,” you begged, reaching behind you and wrapping your fingers around the wrist of the hand that held your head down.

Any remaining self control vanished, and he slammed his hips against yours, burying himself deep in your cunt. His fingers gripped your hair as you screamed, pulling your face from the sheets so he could hear your desperate, mindless cries as he pounded into you. The sound of his hips hitting yours and the slickness of his thrusts was filthy, only adding to the shame of the way he was fucking you. The force of his thrusts had your body jolting forward, pain throbbing through the injury that had made him so angry in the first place. The demon had gotten one of its talons across your middle, tearing before Jace could protect you.

Jace dragged your back to his chest, fucking you on your knees, your belly distending with his outline. His palm held your throat, keeping your head against his shoulder as he fucked you hard, forcing your body to take him deeper and deeper. You were close – it didn’t take much from Jace – but the way his fingers were circling your clit and he was hitting that spot inside of you – had your knees weak as you sank back against him.

“Hold it, don’t you dare,” Jace hissed, intent on prolonging your punishment.

You were unable to speak, but you fought off the orgasm that was threatening to explode through you, trying to be obedient for him. Jace held the weight of your body, feeling you growing weaker against him as he ravaged you. He swore to Raziel as he came inside of you, coating your walls with his cum as his thrusts grew lazy.

“Go ahead,” he granted permission, supporting your weight as your body gave out under the intensity of the orgasm that crashed over you. You throbbed around him, milking him for all he had, small shudders rolling through your body like waves of thunder.

“Jace!” you cried, weak in his arms as the two of you rode out your high.

“I know, darling,” he hushed softly, his fingers stroking over your cheek as he laid back against the headboard with you in his arms.

You were too exhausted – and in too much pain – to get cleaned up, so he let you just collapse against his chest, your pussy leaking with him and your skin sticky with sweat.

“You frightened me. I hate to see you hurt,” Jace whispered into your hair, touching the bandages that wrapped around your torso.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. I was afraid that you wouldn’t come back,” your meek voice tugged at his heart.

“I’ll always come back to you.”

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Punishment [2/?] | ZhongChi

TW: self-harm, blood

Childe barely fed himself. His body was weak and he hated his condition, but his wounds were healing slowly and the threatening shadow of the punishment that awaited him was far away.

His survival was his priority.

Zhongli was often at his bedside. Childe knew the features of his face by heart, but couldn't help drinking in the vision his presence offered. As he closed his eyes, hem saw again the gentleness of his gaze and the pursing of his lips as he changed his bandages, and watched the slow pace of his recovery.

Childe watched him, but never spoke to him. And when their eyes met, he looked away.

Childe could no longer hide his feelings for Zhongli from himself, but he couldn't forgive him either.

But Zhongli knew Childe very well. And the day he dreaded arrived early. Zhongli had just changed his bandages, but instead of leaving, he stayed. His insistent gaze foraged his profile and Childe stubbornly stared at the wall.

"Childe. You're an intelligent man. Sometimes too smart for your own good."

A finger caressed his bandaged arm and a shiver ran through the young man.

"I see what you're trying to do. It's time for this childishness to stop."

Childe clenched his teeth, feeling them grind against each other before turning his head towards him and charging headlong into the confrontation.

"Staying locked up here is punishment enough in itself!" he hissed angrily. "I'm far from my family, can't go out, and far too weak to get up and pee on my own! You're my punishment!"

Zhongli frowned.

"I don't understand."

"Of course you don't understand! You're taking care of me! You brush aside my hair as it falls over my eyes so fucking gently! And all for what? To receive all this forethought only to be punished like a dog behind! You give me a fucking carrot so you can beat me better!"

His voice climbed a notch and Childe straightened up, his dull blue eyes shining with a rage that overflowed.

"I was only serving my country!"

Zhongli pursed his lips and Childe wanted to scream.

"You disappoint me, Childe. I thought you were more mature than that."

"I'm only human, Zhongli! Don't ever forget that! I'm a human being full of flaws and emotions! I can't silence them for your beautiful eyes and your stupid contracts to a country that isn't mine!"

A bitter laugh skimmed his throat and Childe tilted his head slightly, an evil smile stretching his lips.

"And what will you do, O great Archon? Force me to get better?"

Zhongli returned a few days later with the court physician. Childe's gaze pierced the god as the physician observed his wounds. And when the doctor and Zhongli stepped aside to talk in hushed tones, his knuckles trembled under the pressure of his fists.

Zhongli was checking his physical condition. For punishment. The shadow of what lay ahead threatened to engulf him.

Childe brought his wrist to his mouth and, without ever taking his eyes off Zhongli's back, sank his teeth into his flesh.

Pain ripped through his body and blood gushed between his lips, his pulse pounding wildly, but he resisted and his teeth plunged even deeper. His eyes were blurred by tears and the taste of iron made his head spin. But he resisted again and again, and his teeth plunged a little deeper.

"CHILDE!"

Zhongli immobilized him against the blood-stained mattress, his heart pounding, panic threatening to make him tremble.

"Heal him! Quickly!" he shouted to the doctor, who was looking eagerly at the open wrist.

And Zhongli's eyes widened in horror as he watched Childe. The young man gave him a bloody smile. A smile that didn't reach his tired-rimmed eyes, a tear sliding down his temple.

Written on January 25th, 2024

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