#“If you wanna kill yourself do it later. i got questions.”

[masked-and-doomed]

I should have written it here why did I write it in tags ofc I was gonna yap to high heaven.

Reblogging it so I can SS and continue my yapping-

This scene from -STRIVE-'s story's epilogue has always been so nice to me

It perfectly encapsulates both Faust and Chronus with just one sentence and feels unique to the other epilogue scenes. It feels like it was written JUST for these two.

Faust was forgiven for his sins as a serial killer (likely Doctor Baldhead. I mean, the rare fish with his bag on it is literally called "Dr. Octohead", it can't get much more obvious) and brought peace to the world with his healing. The best example of this I can think of is Leo going from calling him "the unlicensed doctor" in Faust's arcade mode, to discussing strategy in the same room as him.

As for Chronus, while he hasn't had time to do too much just yet, the seeds are already planted for his redemption. The first step was Faust choosing not to kill Chronus when they met at the end of Xrd SIGN's story. On it's own, this didn't mean much, since all Faust wanted from Chronus was answers about the Japanese colony, however, by the time we reach Faust's Revelator arcade mode, things have changed. They aren't exactly "friends", but it's clear that they're now working toward the same goal: figure out what's going on in the Japanese colony. By the end of it, however, not only si Faust actively protecting Chronus from Leo, Chronus even sits down and has tea while Faust calls Haehyun!

Also, side note, but, I find it really funny that Chronus just slides across the screen when they run away from Leo, I have no idea why they didn't just speed up his walking animation.

Back to the main topic, in my opinion, it's this tiny bit of forgiveness that pushes Chronus to do more than he has to. Sure, he could just sit in the Japanese colony all day, but he doesn't, he goes out on his own to save Asuka from Absolute Defense: Felion (btw, I am 100% certain that Chronus invented that technique and no one can convince me otherwise). This action, of course, helps bring peace to the world of GG, as Asuka was VITAL to stopping the revival of Justice in Revelator.

TL;DR: Chronus for -STRIVE-, Chronus cool, line from -STRIVE- epilogue cool

[superhoeva]

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 – 𝐚. 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐲 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭; +𝟏𝟖) | OKAY. very nervous and excited about this one. it was supposed to be a two paragraph blurb... then it balloned as it always does. very special thanks to @robbyology for their kind words about exploring kink in fic. i've become sooo much more open with others and myself when writing/reading taboo and dark fics but still start shaking in my boots when trying to show that growth. eneeways, i hope you find this as hot as i did! i need this man so bad y'all, i'm SICK. if anyone can guess where i got the title from, i'll give you my a cookie <3 word count is sitting at 1.2k :)

warning(s) include language, watersports, holding!kink, freaky!pope, taboo/dubcon, reader has a vagina, pope wants to watch you pee, bodily fluids, public urination; also PLEASE remember this is fiction. do NOT hold in your pee regularly unless you want kidney failure (which can very much kill you)

Of course, Pope doesn't realize he has a piss kink until you're sitting in the passenger's seat of his truck, leg bouncing and gritting your teeth. He immediately asks you what's wrong and you reassure him that you're fine.

"Just gotta pee..." you clarify, and his eyes zip to your clenched thighs.

Gulping, he thinks. You're on the interstate and will be for a while.

"Well... you want me to pull over or–"

You interrupt him with a shake of your head. "No. No, it's fine. Don't wanna go on the side of the road."

Pope shuffles in his place, flicking his stare to you again.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, Pope. I'm good, just try not to hit any–" Thump. The vehicle jumps with a hard jerk, Pope steadying the steering wheel as you gasp and shut your eyes. Your thighs shut even tighter, a groan pouring from you after you hold your seat with a worried grip. "...bumps."

Mumbling a sorry, Pope scratches the back of his head. A thousand words are stuck in his throat and they won't move. Not with you less than an arms length away, doing a bad job at hiding your squirm and quiet groans.

Shit. Why the fuck is he getting hard? Is he that into you that the sight of you struggling to hold your piss is getting to him this badly? The answer is a resounding yes, and he's rock solid and bulging through the crotch of his jeans not even a few minutes later.

Luckily... or unluckily... you're too busy trying not to pee all over his seat. Fuck, the thought of that does not help the man, who ends up grunting out loud before he can stop himself.

There's a shift that happens in Pope after that... one driven by the thoughts of his cock and not his brain. He inhales silently, pushing out his next question on a tight breath.

"...they were really pushing the drinks there, weren't they. You had to have... what? Four? Five? Was kind of impressive, actually. Chugged 'em all like a damn champ."

Pope doesn't look at you when he speaks. But he can still feel the helpless stare you throw his way, your eyebrows furrowed and body rigid as you squeeze. He bets you feel great, all warm and clenched. and he wonders how much warmer you'd feel if he can coax you into letting it go while he was still inside you.

Go ahead. Call him a freak, it's nothing he hasn't heard before.

"Andrew," you call out, the strain of your voice twitching his cock. The fidgeting you're doing is getting worse. More noticeable, more desperate, more distressed.

"Sorry. s'probably not helping, is it? Me talking 'bout drinkin' stuff," Pope continues, making sure to drive over the small hole in the road he sees a few feet ahead. The truck bounces again.

"Shit–seriously," you start, voice wobbly with what sounds a little like embarrassment. You turn to him halfway, eyes pleading. "No more bumps. please, or you'll make me piss my pants."

"Might be you're only option, darlin'," he eases out, swallow at the way your eyebrows furrow at his words. "Don't see another exit comin' up for a while."

You curse again, this time to yourself and quieter. Turning your head from him and to the window, you bite hard into the inside of your cheek as your bladder inches closer and closer to giving out.

Not one part of you is willing to admit that the pressure feels... nice. Better than nice and it's making you wet as you sit here next to the man who is unknowingly the usual cause of your arousal.

Out of the corner of the eye, you see the thick of his arms flex as they readjust themselves.

Hm. Okay.

You need out of this car.

Now.

"Okay, yeah. P-pull over, 'm not gonna make it back into town," you tell Pope, who feels a heat bloom throughout his chest.

He obeys you with zero words, merging the truck and pulling it to an easing stop. The rasp of his voice sounds just as you're rushing to unbuckle and pop open the door.

"Wait."

"What?"

"Just wait–

"Pope, what–"

"Can I watch?"

For the first time since you've gotten in the car, you freeze. It becomes so silent that you can almost hear the gulp that bobs Pope's throat. When you swivel your head, he doesn't look at you... not until you let out a small what?

A long inhale rises his chest and he holds it for a few seconds before huffing out the air, eyes cutting to look at yours.

"Can I?"

Pope doesn't blink the entire time you think on an answer. his heart jumps in his chest when you finally open your mouth.

"...okay."

He follows you away from the truck and behind a thick gathering of trees. Mouth settled in a hard lie to stop him from grimacing at the way his dick is rubbing against the fabric in his jeans with every other step.

Stomach flipping when you stop, you turn and blink at Pope. throwing him a tense smile, he quirks his mouth at you.

"So i'm just gonna..." you sputter out and he nods reassuringly, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket.

"Do your thing," Pope tells you, scanning his stare to make sure no one else is around. Once he's certain, he looks back to you... eyes darkening when you start to unbutton your jeans.

Hooking your thumbs at the waistband, you pause.

"Do you... do you wanna get closer?"

Pope's answer is a hesitant step toward you. One that sucks the air from your lungs and compels you to pull your bottoms the rest of your way down. His breath hitches as you reveal yourself to him and he shudders all over.

He studies you, unmoving and eyes cemented while you lower into a deep squat and lean against the nearest tree. There's no use in trying to stop the sinking of his stare. rattling with a shaky, sharp inhale, Pope watches you... mesmerized as you finally release.

Jesus, you sound like you're coming with the noises you're making. choking out groans of relief and sweet whines. Your stream is strong and loud splashing beneath you messily, and Pope's mouth is damn near watering at your exposed slit.

"Fuck, that's pretty," the man mumbles to himself, hands clenched into tight fists. His cock is pulsing and now he's unsure that he'll make it home with needing some kind of relief of his own.

You finish with a easy trickle, and Pope hurries to offer his arm. Taking your hand, he tugs you upwards in complete silence, and you end up closer to him than you expect. It stays quiet between the two of you as Pope bends and helps you underwear and jeans back into place.

Buttoning your jeans, Pope floats his face near yours with a bite of his lip. All you can do is look at him. He looks right back.

"Thank you," you whisper.

"Thank you," Pope replies lowly, hands dragging across your hips before he pulls them away.

You don't think about your next move, you just do it. Grab the thick bulge between his legs and pressing until Pope croaks.

"Might need a few more minutes," the man grates out, voice edging with a held back laugh.

Pope groans out again when you squeeze him harder.

"No worries," you bob your head, eyes brightening a touch. "...Can I watch?"

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[httpknjoon]

wanna try out some freaky positions? | myg

plot | that time popstar!yn is on her tour's day two in paris, and fans are wondering if she's finally doing the most requested position of all time. the one that may require her bassist (and rumored boyfriend), yoongi.

w.c | 1980

pairing | bass guitarist!yoongi x popstar!reader

genre | fluff, humor, enemies to lovers, slow burn

note | i'm still calling it twitter

main masterlist | series masterlist

DAY 301: PARIS, FRANCE

It's everywhere. Predictions about your possible Juno position for your second performance night in Paris are all over social media before you even officially land in the said country. It didn’t help that you and your band members are active on social media, alluding that something is happening behind the scenes. There were also sightings of your close friend, another celebrity, who you knew was staying in France for his vacation. Your fans, who were already elated with the upcoming performance later tonight, flooded you with mentions on Twitter, which resulted in a short and unplanned Q and A.

You were in the middle of your rehearsal break when you finally got hold of your phone after posting that late IG story hours ago. Knowing how excited your fans are at the moment, you reinstalled your Twitter app just to have some interactions with them. It has been so long since you opened your account there, since you were avoiding seeing any tweets about your breakup from last year. You smiled as you typed in your tweet, along with a photo you prepared for today, swaying your feet as you sat at the edge of the stage.

While you have all of your focus on your phone, you didn't even notice Yoongi, who's sitting on one of the empty seats in the area where the VIP audience usually sits. He cannot help but smile while he sips his Americano, looking at you. He wondered what made you so giggly and smiley on your phone. Meanwhile, his phone kept on vibrating in his pocket, which made him reach for it. That’s when he got the answer to his curiosity. Notifications from your Twitter account popped up one after the other. He chuckled before clicking on the app to read more of your tweets.

You giggled at the friendly banter you had with one of your fans. Scrolling down the tag, you smiled even harder when you found an interesting question to reply to.

Yoongi had to laugh with that one. Hearing that, you turned your head up, finally seeing him sitting alone just a few feet down the stage. Your left eyebrow raised, wondering what made him laugh on his phone.

“Where are the others?” you asked all of a sudden, just to get his attention.

Your bassist looked up and met your gaze. “They went out for snacks. I got your coffee here.”

He points out the still-warm takeout coffee cup he has on the empty seat next to him. You smiled before reading yourself to jump from the stage rather than taking the stairs. Seeing that, Yoongi immediately stood up.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“I’ll jump,” you replied, already inching yourself at the edge.

He clicked his tongue while shaking his head, “No, just take the stairs.”

You pouted. “This is easier. I hate the stairs.”

“You might get hurt. Art and Cal will both kill me if I let you do that,” he said while walking towards you. He then stood just a few feet lower than you.

From your point of view, he looked nonchalant, yet he opened both his arms.

You squinted, “Are you gonna catch me?”

“Nope, I just like opening my arms at random times like this,” he scoffed. 

You rolled your eyes. “And I like jumping from high places.”

He shook his head again before telling you sternly, “I don’t care. Just jump, diva.”

So you did. Even though you would have loved to continue the childish banter. And he did catch you, helping you carefully land your feet on the ground. Steadily and easily, he got you with one hand, holding you up against your back. Unconsciously, your face is almost buried in his neck, like you were magnets, they just connect instantly. Maybe it was because he still wore the familiar scent that makes butterflies stir in your stomach.

And maybe that’s why you didn’t pull away right away.

With how close you are, you can feel his heart beating almost at the same pace as yours. Fast and loud. Slowly pulling away, your eyes interlocked with each other. It was a heavy exchange of stares, anchored with something heart-fluttering that you two didn’t have to label anymore. A small smile tugged at your lips as you noticed his eyes moving down.

“Thank you,” you whispered before stepping back.

Yoongi followed behind you, trying not to put his hand over his beating chest. He sat in a seat apart next to you while you took a sip of the coffee. The much-needed caffeine helped you feel warmer and comfortable in your baby blue sweatshirt. 

“You liked it?” he asked even though he already knew the answer.

“Yep, I needed that. Thank you,” you replied, putting down the cup. You turned to him.  “Why are you here, by the way? You don’t want to explore the city in your free time? We’re only here for a few days.”

He shrugged, “I don’t know, I just had this gut feeling that you will do something reckless and I need to stick around.”

It was your turn to scoff, “Yoongi, just say you stayed behind for me. It’s okay.”

He looked at you, brows furrowed, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

And he didn’t even deny it, you thought to yourself.

As soon as everyone got back, the rehearsal resumed. This time, it was a dress rehearsal. So you had more time and room for errors and adjustments. While Art is talking with the band about something related to your time on stage, you take a quick scroll on your phone. You instantly took notice of a certain tweet getting a lot of attention. You laughed at it as it sparked something in your brain. You swiped up your finger on the app to see more tweets from your fans, but a notification from a verified account popped up. You turned around to see Yoongi raising his brows. You typed in your phone before giving it to your very pregnant assistant, Cal.

The fishbowl method.

That method is known to be Yoongi's greatest enemy. Whenever any staff member of your tour brings out that glass bowl that was filled with rolled papers, he just knows he will hear his name from that staff member’s tongue. And today is no different day.

It was during the second rehearsal break of the day when Cal came in holding the infamous transparent bowl.

“So, everyone, this is for the Juno performance. We need two people for tonight,” she said it like it’s gonna be something fun.

Although Yoongi literally had no idea why, everyone seemed to be excited upon hearing Cal’s instructions as they cheered, including you. Fred, who is happily married and permanently removed from choices for the Juno performance participants, sat along with you and your dancers. He was cheering too. For more variety, the fishbowl included the names of your band members and dancers.

“YN, will you do the honors of picking two names in our bowl of names?” Cal called you up. 

“Okay, here we go. Drumroll, please,” you quipped, but Fred followed, running to his drums and playing them.

Knowing his fate, Yoongi was not surprised anymore when he heard his name after Noah’s. He is not even disappointed or frustrated. He just accepted and expected that the fishbowl method loves him. But what he did not expect was the reason for today’s fishbowl method. While you explained your plan for tonight’s Juno performance pose, Yoongi just shook his head with a smile as he was already used to your straightforward poses. He just didn’t expect that you could be this creative for positions.

“So, do you want to be at the back or the front?” Noah asked, which can sound strange without context.

Yoongi blinked, “What?”

He was obviously dumbfounded, making the others laugh. You tried not to laugh while you bit off your inner cheek.

“He means for the Eiffel Tower,” you explained, which didn’t really clarify anything for him.

Noah cuts in to help, “We are basically the tower itself, while YN is the centerpiece. She will bend forward, and we-” he clasped his hands together, “Are gonna high-five over her.”

“That’s your Juno position for tonight?!” Yoongi looked at him, then to you.

You nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah, the Eiffel Tower!”

When it finally registered in his head, everyone can see Yoongi’s shoulders deflating as he shakes his head with a smile. Just smiling over how stupid yet creative this whole thing is. His defeated stance made Fred and the dancers laugh. 

“I swear, we should change that fishbowl method,” he muttered, pushing his hair back.

“I think the fishbowl likes you a lot,” you teased him.

“I don’t think it was just the fishbowl,” he replied, making you pause while you three walk to the heart-shaped center stage.

Noah, who did not hear that last line since he walked faster, snapped his fingers, “Catch up, lovers. Let’s do this test run for the Eiffel Tower. I’m honestly starting to feel like the third wheel here.”

He said the name sarcastically, which resulted to you rolling your eyes and Yoongi scratching the back of his neck. You get into the position. You have your sparkly mic in your right hand, singing the last line before the pose. 

“Wanna try out some freaky position?” 

The guys stood on your front and back. Noah was on the front, while Yoongi was behind you.

“Have you ever tried… this one?” 

You bent forward as Yoongi and Noah high-fived over you, which instantly earned some whistling and cheers from your tour staff and dancers. You laughed, making you lose balance and accidentally grind against Yoongi. You only snapped out of it when he instinctively gripped your hips to steady you in place.

Noah, who saw this happen, gaped, “Oh my god, someone wash my eyes with holy water.”

Being the dramatic one, he threw up his hands and walked away in exaggerated disbelief. You and Yoongi, on the other hand, seemed to be in your own little world as you looked over your shoulder to look at him.

“Oops, sorry,” you said without really meaning it. 

He raised an eyebrow, “Really?”

You shrugged, standing back up, “Eh.”

Noah groaned from afar, leaning on one of the big speakers near their instruments, “Where is the HR for this tour?! I need to report something!”

The joke made everyone laugh. Akio, being the second most dramatic one in the band, dramatically consoled Noah. You stifled a laugh, turning around in their direction.

“Oh my god, you’re making me look like I’m a problem here.” you fed into their little bit that was going on.

Your best friend accusedly pointed out his finger, “You are the problem, and so is Tower B over there.”

Mr. Tower B, who stood next to you, remained casual as he muttered, “I don’t mind what’s going on. I kinda liked the view.”

The subtle smugness in his statement got a loud reaction from everyone. Fred laughed. The dancers howled. Akio and Noah groaned. The rehearsals are getting a little messier so Art had to step in.

“Okay, everyone. Let’s go rehearse the performance from the top again,” he signalled the dancers to stand up before turning to you and Yoongi. “And less thrusting, this time.”

You gasped even though you knew he was just teasing you, “There was no thrusting! I accidentally ground against him, that’s very much different!”

Art gave you a look that said, “Uh-huh, sure.”

Yoongi remained unbothered, “Yeah, thrusting is different. It requires intent.”

With that unexpected remark, the room erupted with laughter. All while your eyes widened, feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks.

“Yoongi!” you scolded him through an embarrassed gritted grin.

He looked at you, nonchalant as he blinked innocently,  “What? I was just explaining!”

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[smiteswrites]

A Different Kind of Pain - Blueberry Pancakes

Description: After losing a gem of a next door neighbor, Jack worries what the new resident will be like. Instead of a young obnoxious college kid, he meets you. Instantly struck by your warm nature (and good looks but he won't admit to that), Jack finds himself drawn to you in a way he hasn't experienced in years.

A/N: hi all! I’ve been having a rough week and writing the second part to this series has been uhm- not happening. I really want to do it justice, so I’m taking my time and waiting for when I have the capacity to do well. But! I don’t want to abandon this series because I love it, so have this little blurb/idea I had for these two a while back. I imagine this takes place maybe a month or so after when the first part ends. I hope you all enjoy!

You can tell Jack has been having a bad week. After your first walk together you take advantage of the ice being broken and start texting him on occasion. Just to check in, be friendly. How was your day off? He tells you about getting drinks with Robby, or his never ending list of chores and errands.

Or if it was nice out, and his truck was still in the drive when you got home: Going for a walk in 10 if you want to join.

Sometimes you’d make too much food, or bake cookies and don’t want to eat all of them alone. So you drop containers off by his door on your way out the door for when he gets home: Had extra pasta from last night, left you some.

Jack asks about you too of course, checking in about how research is going, making sure you’re taking proper care of yourself. You’re always quick to reassure him that things are going well. Even if research often leaves you frustrated to the point of tears, and you come home exhausted and then can’t sleep, and you can’t find the time to cook, so you live off whatever you can whip up for less than $5 dollars in under 10 minutes.

But this week is different. Jack rarely texts you back, not unusual, he is a busy man and your schedules are far from similar. What is unusual is that Jack has not once asked about your week, and instead of answering your queries has been sending one word responses. At first you think you must have done something to upset him, but after a few days of his truck being gone well before he needs to leave for shift you start putting things together.

It’s Saturday morning when you finally catch him coming home, close to 9. When you hear his truck pull in you’re quick to throw on some slippers and wander outside. You watch him come up the front steps, standing in your snoopy slippers and sweats, coffee mug in hand.

“Mornin’ Jack.”

He looks like he’s been hit by a truck. You can tell his leg and back are killing him just by the way he stands. His eyes crinkle when he gives you a tired smile, dark circles bordering on purple. “Hey kid.”

“When was your last day off?”

“I have the next two nights off, courtesy of Robby fucking with the schedule.”

“Doesn’t answer my question.”

He shrugs in response.

A beat passes, and you’re desperate to do something, anything, to show him that you care. That he isn’t on his own, or at least he doesn’t have to be.

“Well, if you’re gonna be up for a bit I was about to make pancakes.” You weren’t, but he looks like he could use some. And you doubt he has any food in his fridge by this point. “I could bring you some?”

“Yeah, I’ll be up for a bit.” He nods, hands shoved in his scrub pockets. “Only if you’ve got extra though, don’t wanna put you out sweetheart.”

“Don’t be silly, always got extra for you, Jack.”

You let him wander into his unit, presumably to shower off the grime of the ER. Shit, now you have to make pancakes.

Luckily, you have the basics: eggs, milk, butter, pancake mix. You also rummage through your freezer and find a ziplock bag with potato pancakes, a few stray breakfast sausages, and some frozen blueberries. Perfect.

Half an hour later you have a fully loaded plate, covered in foil, and a thermos of freshly brewed coffee (decaf, that you’d bought just in case you ever caught him for coffee in the morning).

You knock on his door, waiting only a few moments before he opens it.

As you suspected, he had showered and changed into sweatpants to match your own. A black worn t-shirt covers his chest, and his prosthetic had been switched for crutches.

“Made you breakfast,” you say, lifting the plate slightly in indication. “Also, coffee. It’s decaf.”

“Thanks.” You can tell his brain is slow to process, eyes locked on yours, but not making any move to take the plate. With how burnt out he must be, you aren’t shocked. You invite yourself in to put the plate and thermos on his coffee table, guessing it might be a challenge to carry both with the crutches. He doesn’t protest, watching blankly as you enter his living room.

You push down the part of you that feels giddy at being in his space, refusing to look around beyond what you need to to put the food down. You won’t take advantage of his vulnerability and overstep more than is necessary to make sure he eats.

Seeing you stand awkwardly by his couch, Jack’s brain finally catches up. “You uh- didn’t need to do all this, but thank you.”

His face betrays how touched he is, a mix of shock and gratitude. Maybe relief. This must be the first time in a long time that someone has taken care of him, rather than the other way around.

“It was nothing,” you smile. Taking a deep breath, you begin to show yourself out.

“Let me know how everything is, and then get some rest, okay?” You touch his shoulder lightly as you speak, walking past him again to stand in his doorway. “I’m here if you need anything, anything at all.”

“I will, go eat your food, kid.” And if Jack has a lump in his throat from how good it feels to be checked in on, no he doesn’t.

You leave him be, returning to your own plate of cheesy eggs, sausage, and blueberry pancakes drenched in syrup. You’ve only just tucked in when your phone vibrates.

Jack: Blueberry?

You: Yes.

Jack: How’d you know?

You: Lucky guess.

[interruptedtrance]

Beach sex (franco x reader x oscar)

Smut; 18+

word count: 1.1k

Contains: franco and reader being in an established relationship, nicknames (amor), bj (oscar receiving), female anatomy, dom oscar, dom franco, mostly free use, swallowing

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“I wanna learn spanish just to understand your interviews cause apparently you’re really funny” oscars stated making franco awkwardly laugh and blush a bit.

after the interview franco made sure to catch oscar while he is alone, “you know, you could join my partner and i later on the beach, just so you can see how fun i can be”, making the australians eyes widen in return.

“sure” he tried playing it off nonchalantly even though on the inside his nerves were killing him.

“i’ll see you later oscar” franco spoke while slowly turning away and making his way back to the alpine garage where his partner is waiting for him.

oscars thoughts running wild, what if he makes a fool of himself, what if he says something wrong and makes franco hate him, he takes a deep breath, and mumbles to himself “i’ve said i’ll be there, so i have to show up”. feeling a bit calmer he continues to his next duties.

“hey amor” franco quickly strides over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, making you automatically wrap around his neck.

“what, why are you grinning like that?” you smile back at him.

he leans in closer to you, your foreheads meeting, “oscar will join us late” he admits. making your smile widen, moving your head away from him, “i swear, i’ve asked him and he said he will be there”

kissing his lips, you mumble a thanks to him, “i didn’t expect him to agree, like ever”

“i used some of my argentinian charm”

“franco colapinto, you are a flirt”

“Aaaah, i’m not”

time skip

“do you think he will show up?” you question franco after glancing at your phone seeing he is running late.

“it’s not like him to no-show” franco comforts you, by running his hand across your arm.

“i mean, we can start without him, and he can join in when he comes” franco softly whispers, gently nipping your earlobe, making you shudder in return.

turning your head to him, you tenderly connect your lips, franco now grabbing your hips and lifting you on to his lap like you weigh nothing. you hear someone clearing your throat behind you, already thinking you were caught, you sheepishly turn around to face the person.

meeting oscars gaze, “i see you have already started without me”, he laughs.

a whimper making its way past your lips, “you made me think we got caught” franco squeezed your ass, making your attention return to him, “what?”

“come oscar sit down with us” franco invites, you make your way off his lap to sit in the middle. without any hesitation oscar sits down next to you, you delicately trace your hand up to his tight. carefully making your way on your hands and knees so you are eye level with the australian.

softly you move your hand further up his thigh, now your palm is resting over his clothed cock, where with each second you feel him getting harder and harder. “can i?” you hint, making oscar nod in return, lightly you shift your weight back to both of your arms and lower yourself from your palms to your elbows so you can, delicately unzip his pants, and take his cock out.

oscars eyes watching what your hands are doing, like he is in a trance. softly you bring your lips to his tip, and give it a quick peck pulling away all at once, you whine to franco, “can you please join?” you say pouting a bit.

making franco move from his spot, where he had front row tickets to his amor sucking off another man. “oscar you can be a bit rougher with me, here hold my hair” you said, bringing his hand to your hair so he can hold it in a makeshift ponytail. gently you move your lips back to his cock, once you feel franco behind you.

while you are trying to be good for oscar, and keep your rhythm, francos teasing it getting to you. carefully you pull your lips off, making oscar groan in the process, and you moan from the pleasure franco is giving you by teasing your clit through the fabric of your shorts.

“franco please” you whimper, reaching your limit, without hesitation he pulls down your clothing, and teasingly runs his cock through your wet folds.

you feel oscars grip tighten on your hair, pulling your head back to his cock, “did i tell you to stop?”, without answering you wrap your lips back around his member, taking his full length into your mouth. with a swift pace you bob your head up and down his shaft, making sure you pay close attention to the slit at the back of his head, gently caressing it with your tongue.

while you are focused on pleasuring oscar you almost completely forgot about franco behind you, who was prepping you to take all of him. suddenly you feel your boyfriend bottoming out in you, making you moan around the australian, your eyes watering a bit.

the pleasure hitting you all at once, oscar pulling your hair, making your head bob up and down, franco thrusting at an ungodly pace and circling your clit. with both of the men using you however they like, you reach your high quickly, you squeeze oscars thighs letting him know you are close.

“awww, are you close, i don’t know if you can cum, why don’t we ask franco”

“you can cum, when we finish” francos words making you whine around oscars member, “you should be happy i’m close amor”

“fuck-, so am i” oscar groans out, now laying down, he is holding your head in place and thrusting up in your mouth. oscar groans, before releasing his cum in your mouth. you open it to show him that you have swallowed all of his cum.

“cum with me amor” with those words you feel franco release in you, making your release wash over you, the waves of pleasure running through your body making you moan out. carefully, once your orgasm has washed over you, franco pulls out, swiftly, pulling your shorts back over you.

you lay your head in oscars lap for a moment while you catch your breath, franco now softly running his hand across your thighs, the two guys talking amongst each other.

“oscar you did pick a beautiful spot on one of the australian beaches, but my amor is way prettier"

“shut up franco” you whine in protest.

“what it's true” he argues back.

“you know, i have to agree with franco” oscars statement makes your cheeks heat up.

you speak while standing up, and looking between the two men “can we please go back to the hotel so i can rinse off the sand that has gotten everywhere? i mean both of you are invited to join me”

[lostalioth]

𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧

→ premise: all of deans life pain has always ran parallel to love. he needs them both, he needs you to hurt him and take the pain away all at the same time, turns out you were more than willing to, you may even need it reciprocated.

→ pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader

→ warnings: 2.3k words, small bit of angst that turns quickly into smut | 18+, kinda switch!dean, pain kink [slapping, biting, pinching, scratching, etc], praise kink [both reader and dean], unprotected sex, small bit of choking, multiple mentions of blood & reader nearly dying

→ a/n: kinktober 08

Dean was accustomed to pain, he learned to tolerate and push through it from a young age as his father hammered into him that it was his job to always look after Sam and conditioned him to become a hunter. Love always came alongside pain in his life, losing everybody he ever cared deeply for; it happened so often that he began to associate one with the other. And so somewhere along the way he came to yearn for both pain and love as he felt they always came together. When Dean began having feelings for you, he was scared like he’s never been before. He avoided telling you for a couple of years simply because he thought if he voiced it out loud then he'd lose you like he did everyone else.

However when a demon came very close to killing you when you were being reckless, that scared Dean a hell of a lot more and in a screaming match about it he revealed his feelings on accident.

“You couldve fucking died, ya’ know that right? If me and Sam got there even a minute later you’d have been laying in my arms dead not just unconscious” when he mentions sam, he gestures towards the couch in the small motel room where the younger brother last sat. Though when he turns to look over hoping for backup he finds Sam gone, he groans out in annoyance. Sam had figured it was best to leave the two of you to your fighting alone, yes he was also upset with your careless decision but not as heated as his brother.

“Well I didn't okay? I can take care of myself. I had it under control!” you scream out, punching your words out to get your point across, flailing your arms in frustration though the fast movement aggravates your injuries making you wince slightly. Seeing you in pain makes Dean stop short for a second, a ping in his chest as his heart aches, it however only morphs into making his blood boil more when the memory of finding you beaten and bloody on the floor of that warehouse flashes in his head. “I'm sooo glad you can take care of yourself, but what about me HUH?!” He screams out, sarcasm dripping from his voice until the latter half with his question where it breaks off taking you back. Confusion crosses your face but before you can say anything back to him he continues.

“I dont know what I’d fuckin’ do without you, im so pathetically and utterly in love with you that the thought of you dying makes me wanna lie in the dirt just so i can be buried with you!” he had been stepping closer and closer as he yelled out in frustration, not realizing exactly what he just said. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the adrenaline from his confession and proximity coursing through your veins.

“You love me..?” Your voice comes out softer than Dean swears he's ever heard it before and it melts all the anger out of his body. He knew there was no turning back now that he blurted that out and even though he was worried more than ever, he couldn't stand not being with you anymore. “I think i fell in love the moment i met you sweetheart” he sighs and brings his rough hands up to cup your face and wipe away the tears you hadn’t noticed we're slowly falling from your eyes. After a long stretch of comfortable silence as the tension of the fight has dissipated you speak up.

“Would you just kiss me already ya’ idiot” you tease, smiling softly at him through your tears as you stare deep into those stupid green eyes that turn your brain to mush.

Using his hold on your face he pulls your lips against his in a desperate kiss, trying to drown out all the swarming negative voices in his head. Your soft lips mold against his perfectly and he thanks any and every god he can think of for letting him have something he knows he doesn’t deserve. Your eyes flutter shut as you kiss back, the fight over your thoughtless decision not forgotten but put on the back burner. You were deans the second you told him to kiss you and if you thought you were gonna be able to continue with your bad decisions boy were you in for a surprise, he just finally got you he wasn't ever letting go now. You grab at his chest, your hands balling up his shirt as you try pulling him impossibly closer deepening the kiss. In a tangled mess of limbs and mouths still latched to one another’s you and Dean tumble back and fall down onto the rundown motel bed. Dean landed on his back in the middle cushioning your fall with you landing on top of him between his legs.

“Baby..” he mumbles against your lips making your heart skip a bit at him calling you a name normally reserved for his impala. He even squeezes your hips lightly to break your focus from the make out.

“I need you to do something for me” he groans out as the kiss heats up and your tongue slips in his mouth during his statement, your hands running all over his chest and arms. Your body was pressed up to his, hips flush against each other making it impossible for you not to feel his hardening cock on your thigh. “Anything, what do you need, baby?” You question, desperate to please him and more than willing to do whatever he asks. Now Dean was well aware if he said jump you'd ask how high, he just hoped this request as odd as it was didn‘t make you run for the hills.

Reluctantly he pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath as well as watch your face when he tells you what he needs. You open your eyes and look at him with that same sparkle they always hold when your gaze is locked on him. His cock was getting painfully hard now from the mixture of the make out session and your body so close to him.

”I- shit okay im just gonna say it uh. I need you to hurt me. I just- I need you to get the image of you laying in a pool of your own blood barely breathing out of my head” he rambles, his voice sounding unfamiliar to his own ears with how pathetic it comes out. He silently prays you won't just get up and walk out of his life at his weird desire. He avoids eye contact when you are still silent after a minute. A fire ignites in your body and settles in your core as a million and one thoughts are running through your head at the speed of light. Every single last one however being the different things you wanna and finally get to do to Dean.

You grab ahold of Dean’s face squeezing it as you turn it so he is looking at you again. You now have a small taunting smile on your face, your nails are lightly digging into his cheeks making his cock twitch. “I can do that, but can you be a good boy?” You teasingly question as you lean up maneuvering your body so you're straddling his hips, peering down on him. The sight of you on his lap, thighs spread either side of his body and lust blown hooded eyes staring down at him knocks the breath from his lungs. It's an image pulled from his many dirty depraved dreams of you that riddled him with guilt but now it's a reality, his wonderful heaven like reality.

He frantically nods his head yes while your hand not pinching his face is working at undoing his belt.

“Gonna be such a good boy, can be s’good for you baby” he huffs out and lifts his hips to help you out as you pull his jeans down and off his legs. You let go of his face and dean has to fight back an actual whine when the small sting of pain leaves with it. Though he swallows his complaint as he watches you strip yourself of your dirty still blood soaked t-shirt, going at a teasingly slow pace when you undo your own belt pulling it through the loops and discarding it on the floor besides his pants. “Come on don't be a tease sweetheart please” he softly begs as he grabs your hips, thrusting his up to grind his bulge against your core. The rough fabric of your jeans sends a jolt of pleasure up his spine as it rubs over his aching boxer covered cock. You bite back a moan and slap his chest with your good arm to stop him before lifting your body up to help you rid yourself of your remaining clothes. He is not far behind you, nearly ripping off his shirt and tugging down his boxers making his leaking cock bounce free between your bodies.

Saliva practically pools in Dean's mouth at the sight of you stripped bare for his eyes scanning over every inch of you. Your thighs spread back over his hips leaving your pussy on display for him, your slick coating his cock as your hips take up his previous action of grinding. “Such a good boy” you praise and lean down digging your nails into his sides, the pain making his eyes screw shut in bliss. Lifting your hips once again this time however sinking your pussy down onto his throbbing cock. Your slick and his precum help to aid your cunt into taking every inch of Dean's cock to the base as you smash your lips against his in a passionate kiss. The mixture of stinging pain and sweet praise and pleasure drown out all bad thoughts, all images that were flashing in Dean's head of your limp body unmoving and bleeding fade from his head finally, his only thought being of how good you feel.

“Mhmm~” He whines out in pleasure and surprise, the sound muffled in your mouth. Your hips immediately set into a rhythm of grinding and softly bouncing, his cock dragging across your velvety walls and his tip hitting your cervix when you bounce down. “Ah- Ahh~ fuck sweetheart knew this fuckin’ pussy feel amazing” he grunts out, his fingers holding onto your hips in a bruising grip that has your head spining. You bite down on his plush bottom lip in retaliation making a small almost growl erupt from his chest. The sound vibrates through your body to your core making your hips flatter a bit and a whine escapes your lips.

Within the blink of an eye dean has your legs wrapped around his waist when he sits up and flips your position breaking the kiss. Laying you flat on your back with him nestled between your thighs his cock still buried deep inside you. “Dean~” your whimper morphs into a wanton moan when his hips start at a punishing pace, your slick already forming a creamy ring at the base of his cock as it pounds into you. His heavy balls smacking your ass creating an obscene noise that fills the room with your moans and his grunts. “As much as i love how you sound and wanna hear it for the rest of my life baby, you gotta be quiet sweetheart” he taunts as his hand slips up the side of your body to palm at your bouncing tits. you whine out and paw at his lower stomach and v-line almost pushing him away slightly to stop his tip from abusing that one spot deep inside you. “Mm~ I can’t, it s’good, feels too good, i needa cum” you whine out your words slurring together as the knot in your stomach tightens. “Aww well don't want the staff or other guests hearing you scream my name now do we?” He questions with a small smirk that morphs into an almost slack jawed look when your nails dig into his back and drag down. The stinging pain of you scratching at his back so hard he's almost certain you drew blood makes his hips speed up even more.

“Bite down on my shoulder to muffle yourself when you cum okay baby?” He softens a bit though his hips don't slow down, you nod desperately in understanding. “That’s my good girl” he beams at you praising you in a sweet tone making your pussy clench down on his cock.

You grab at his hand that rests on your breasts and pull it up to your neck hoping he gets the message. A smile forms on his lips as what you want registered in his head, you wanted pain the same as him. Dean didn't think he could love you anymore than he did and yet as his hand wraps around your throat his heart swells, you're the same as him, you needed pain with the love and pleasure, he was the luckiest fucking man alive in this moment. He smirks and softly kisses your lips as he leans down and his cock somehow reaches even deeper inside you.

The new angle causes the knot in your core to snap and your high to crash into you, making you pull away from his mouth and bury your face in his shoulder. Baring your teeth you bite down a bit hard onto his shoulder to muffle your loud moans and cries as you cream on his cock. “Oh fuck yeah, there we go sweetheart good girl baby” he praises, his head going foggy in pain and pleasure as his climax hits him head on, spilling his cum deep inside you not caring about the loud noises that leave his own mouth.

→ a/n: as always this wasnt proofread and its late, whos shocked? anyway i got a bit carried away well more like a lot. this is only my second time writing for dean and i got excited i really like writing for him. It is however my first time writing smut for him so sorry if hes out of character.

[urcoolgf]

WHAT’S YOUR DEAL? PT. 8

pairing. childhood bsf¡rafe && childhood bsf¡reader

content. fluff. language.

summary. after your dad’s ‘family plans’ are over, you can no longer put off talking to enzo about what happened between you and rafe, and where you’ll go from here

SERIES MASTERLIST

your dad had taken rafe, sarah, wheezie, and you on a little fishing trip yesterday—he had always loved fishing, so you were happy to do this for him. you had to throw back everything you caught, but your dad was just happy to hang out with you guys, doing something he found fun.

rafe and you agreed it was best to keep your little relationship quiet just to keep the dynamic chill for the boating yesterday—but that didn’t stop rafe from sneaking little kisses when no one was looking.

but, now that you were back, you couldn’t ignore enzo any longer. you hated yourself for what you had to tell him later today, but it wasn’t fair to lead him on any longer. he was an amazing guy, and he deserved someone who was 100% in.

y/n: hey! i’m back from our fishing trip, wanna meet up in like an hour?

enzo: Sounds good :) meet at our restaurant?

y/n: see you then

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you were nervous… to say the least.

enzo was an amazing guy, and you felt shitty for blowing him off, but it was pointless when he would never be rafe. he wasn’t there for you in the most trivial points in your life—he wasn’t there when your first boyfriend broke up with you, or when your mom died. he would never know you how rafe knew you, and somehow that doomed you guys from the start.

you made sure to get there early because showing up late and dumping him seemed like salt in the wound… he quickly found you sat at a table, the smile that spread across his face once he saw you made your heart ache.

you were such an asshole.

“hey, pretty girl… i missed you,” he greeted you warmly, giving you a side hug before sitting across from you.

again; such. an. asshole.

“so… what’s new? how was your fishing trip? you catch anything?,” he was so nice, and he was killing you.

“my dad and rafe caught a few. we threw everything back though,” you smiled uncomfortably. you spoke low like you felt guilty for talking about yourself—for talking about rafe—knowing what you were about to do.

“everything alright?,” the concern on his face was so genuine, and you really didn’t want to say what you had to say.

“enzo… listen, i really like you… like a lot. you’re an amazing guy–,” you started, looking him in the eye. it was harder that way, which is why it needed to be like that. his eyes were gentle—understanding—like he already knew what was coming.

“but…,” he drew it out like he already knew where this was going. “you’re in love with rafe�� right?,” he said it softly, with a small smile.

“wha– how did you–?”

“i saw the way he looked at you on the beach… i figured you couldn’t ignore it forever,” he didn’t even look mad—upset, sure—but that little genuine smile stayed plastered to his face.

“you’re not mad?,” you questioned, almost in disbelief—like how he was reacting was too good to be true.

“upset? sure. mad? never,” his smile widened just a bit as he moved to hold your hand—not in a way that was begging you to stay, more as a comfort. you didn’t pull away—didn’t flinch—just let him do it.

“i would never be mad at you for falling in love, y/n… i know it happens when you least expect it,” he nodded his head slightly, like he wasn’t just trying to convince you, but convince himself, too.

“thanks, enzo. hey, it would mean a lot to me if we could stay friends? that might be a big ask, but–,” he didn’t even let you finish, cutting you off with a loving look in his eyes.

“of course,” you couldn’t tell if he genuinely wanted that, or not, but you chose to believe he did—chose to believe it didn’t bother him.

"rafe better know how lucky he is… and if he ever tries to break your heart—i’m here– like in a ‘i-would-set-him-straight’ way. i think you guys are gonna go far, honestly. seems like he’s got a lot of love for ya,” you felt stupid for even being worried… enzo was already a gentleman, of course he was going to take this splendidly.

“i really appreciate it. seriously, i was all worried coming into this. i know it’s not like we were exclusive, or like ‘til-death-do-us-part’ type, but you mean a lot to me,” it was true. you hadn’t met that long ago, but you had gotten close, and you never wanted to hurt him.

“you mean a lot to me too, y/n. don’t worry about me,” he gave your hand a gentle squeeze before retracting his hand. “i’ll see you around then?”

“yeah, see ya around,” you gave him one last smile before he stood from his seat, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the lingering warmth of his hand on yours.

—

you walked back into the house, attempting to find rafe and tell him how it went, but he wasn’t anywhere to be found… well, until you took two steps outside, and found him sitting in one of the lounge chairs by the pool.

“hey,” you said, flopping into the empty chair next to him. he turned his head to see you, squinting to keep the sun out of his eyes.

“oh, hey baby,” it rolled off his tongue so naturally, like he was made to call you that—made to be yours. you tried hard to ignore the way sweat glistened over his abs, and his swim shorts hung just low enough for your mind to run wild. “how’d it go?”

“good… actually,” you still looked a little puzzled from your interaction with enzo, and rafe noticed it immediately. he also noticed the way you were looking at him, but he wasn’t one to complain.

he quickly noticed your outfit—kind of nice considering you went to break it off with this dude. he minded a bit, but once his eyes raked down your body, enzo didn’t seem that important anymore. you were his. you had just broken up with a supposedly ‘perfect guy’—whatever—from him. he was on top of the world right now, but that didn’t stop him from addressing your tone and slight confusion.

“what d’ya mean actually? somethin’ happen?,” he sat up a bit, propping himself on his elbows, looking at you more directly since he thought he was going to have to beat this man.

“no. he was– he was surprisingly chill…,” well, shit. that was actually more worrying to rafe.

“really?,” he almost scoffed like he didn’t believe it—like he thought enzo might be playing at something. he rested his head back against the chair, turning straightforward and closing his eyes again.

“yeah, i don’t know… it wasn’t even weird. he said it was fine—that he knew you were in love with me,” that caught his attention.

“he knew?!,” he laughed—a dry, humorless laugh. “yeah, right.”

"well, either way… that’s over. i feel better,” you relaxed, laying back against the chair, mimicking rafe. you enjoyed the sun, and the silence… for a whole three seconds.

you sat back up, turning completely toward rafe ”that was like shockingly easy… right?,” you weren’t sure why you wanted it to be harder, or more painful, but the fact it wasn’t was almost just as worrying. you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

"don’t worry about it baby. it’s done,” rafe responded, not even turning toward you, knowing damn well he was just as concerned as you. it still left him wondering; what was enzo up to? surely he wasn’t just going to let you go that easy…? or, maybe rafe was just being insane, and you were being paranoid.

it didn’t matter. it was bothering you, which meant it was bothering rafe, and he was going to take care of it—take care of you. no matter what.

an: ooh this is short. . . i’m SO sorry it took this long to get another part out. i was struggling so hard with how this ‘chapter’ was gonna go. i’m probably gonna wrap this up soon because i’m running out of ideas :’)

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sorry if this is too much but can I request for a reader who likes to go slow and have soft sex with zoro? like how would he slow it down for her. I just wanna see soft zoro 😣

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wc: 1.1k

cw: pussy eating, big dick zoro, zoro being aggressive towards sanji

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Zoro, on the surface, seems to be very nonchalant about your relationship. He seems completely unbothered by your affection, but inside, he's agonising over how cute you are when you press kisses all over his face and how pretty you look when you wake up next to him in the morning. He doesn't care much about PDA, so he just goes at your pace. If you want to be in your own space and aren't feeling so touchy, then that's OK with him. If you want to shower him in kisses or even if you want to plant yourself in his lap and have a heavy makeout session right then and there, then he's down. You kiss him and hug him all the time but save the more intimate affection for behind closed doors, something he appreciates.

When you first started dating, The other strawhats had much to say. Nami apologised to you for ‘letting you fall in love with an imbecile’, and Luffy just shrugged, not caring what you do as long as you're happy and by his side. Some of the others, however, had a few choice comments for the lack of affection he shows you. Sanji had gotten particularly upset, yelling at Zoro that he doesn't treat you right, he should be worshipping you every movement and that he doesn't love you.

Zoro had scared even you that day. He'd completely snapped after Sanji had questioned his love for you. He would never injure or kill another member of his crew; he cares very deeply for them, but that day, he came very close to breaking Sanji's face. Zoro had Sanji pinned against the wall, growling about how Sanji has no right to question him and how he considers the PDA question disrespectful to you as it was your choice to keep it to a minimum at first. It was you, grabbing his arm and pleading for him to ignore the cook, that persuaded him to let Sanji go. He walked with you back to your bedroom so you can attempt to both calm him down and show him how much you appreciate him standing up for you.

Years later, aboard the Sunny, you're still every bit as in love with your boyfriend as you once were. You'd been awake for about ten minutes, happy to lie next to your boyfriend and trace patterns over his muscles. His eyes open, and you watch as he blinks away the tears.

“Morning, baby,” he says, his morning voice deep and hoarse. “What're you doing?” he asks, pulling you close.

“Just reminiscing,” you say, leaning down to kiss him. “thinking about the first time you fucked me,” you say, reaching your hand to stroke over the obvious bulge in his underwear. He moans into your mouth.

“Oh yeah? and that got you all worked up?” he asks. He rolls on top of you so that he can grind his morning wood between your legs. You nod, relaxing into the sheets, and Zoro starts to kiss down your body. Zoro likes to go slow in the mornings. He knows you like to have sweet, slow sex now and then. Your first time together was a soft, slow escapade, and Zoro finds the mornings the best time to do this. He can love on you without interruption.

He kisses over your chest and stomach, leaving the occasional bite mark on your skin. He takes his time, showing how much he truly appreciates every part of your body. He even goes as far as kissing the soles of your feet; not a single part of you is neglected from his devotion. He makes you feel completely enveloped in love. Zoro doesn't speak much; his brand of dirty talk is typically more aggressive and doesn't fit these morning sessions. He conveys all his passion through the way his lips trail over your skin.

When he gets back down to your underwear, he presses a kiss to your hip, and his lips trail along as he pulls your panties away from your body. With your pussy now exposed to him, he presses his tongue flat, dragging it from your ass hole to your clit, enjoying the way you arch at the sensation. Your hands fly to his hair, and you feel him grin against your skin.

“Don't you worry, I've got you”, he assures you before fully diving in, lazily making out with your pussy. He takes care in licking and sucking at your clit. Offering a hand for you to hold as he works you towards an orgasm. Zoro is a goal-oriented man, and he works hard for everything he gets. He considers your cum a well-earned reward for loving you so good. He growls against your pussy as your back arches and your legs shake around his head. He licks at your pussy until you physically push him away.

He sits back, wiping his mouth with his hand, and observes you in all your post-orgasm glory. How could he possibly care about what anyone else has to say about your relationship when he has you laid out beneath him, smiling at him like he's not a demon swordsman with a terrifyingly high kill count to his name? The lack of fear and abundance of awe in your gaze shakes him to his core, and he launches forward to kiss you. The kiss is harsh and aggressive, but he puts all the possible feelings behind it he can muster. You understand him and how he feels returning the kiss with equal vigour. When he pulls away, you're both panting heavily.

“Can you take another orgasm? Let me make you cum on my cock” he says, grinding down against your sensitive pussy. You nod, gripping his broad shoulders as he guides his thick cock inside of you. You whimper as he bottoms out. “I love you”, he says, just above a whisper so only you can hear it.

He starts to rock his hips, thrusts calculated and heavy. He loses himself in how perfect you feel. He doesn't believe in fate, but your body must have been made just for him. His cock drags against your walls, making you writhe against the sheets. He offers you a kiss as he completely rearranges your soul.

Your orgasm washes over you. It's so intense that you can barely kiss him back. Instead of taking everything out of you, the intensity refreshes you. It ignites all of your nerves at once and shocks you awake. You're hyper-aware of Zoro's impending orgasm, moaning as he fills you with his cum.

Once you both come back down from your orgasms, he rolls off you reaches for the wipes sitting on your bedside table and cleans you up the best he can for now. He leans back back down to the pillows, pulling you half on top of him so he can go back to sleep.

“I love you too” You say, responding to him whispering it to you earlier.

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[b-lossm]

•*+Change pt.2+*•

Caitvi x reader [just vi for this part, fluffier but still angsty]

Synopsis: wait hes.. alive? pt.1

SPOILERS FOR ACT 2!!

Its been months since you've seen Cait, or Vi. You don't even know if you three two are still together, Lately you've heard rumors about another 'Hound of the Underground' taking on the pit fighting scene with rigor. The description almost sounds like Vi, but black hair? She was always proud of her reddish pink hair.

You walk into the arena and pay the fee to get the red ticket, you notice her friend loris in the crowd and make your way over to him. After one quick conversation later and you find out what happened and that she came her to 'outrun her demons', your anger for Caitlyn boiling over but quickly simmering down once you see your girlfriend "Holy shit....." you say, admiring her appearance, her muscles somehow got bigger, and the black suited her, but you like the pink more.

Standing there she doesn't notice you at first, focus on punching this guy's jaw again, but then she hears your familiar shouting from the sidelines, at first she thought she was hallucinating you again, but then she realizes its actually you and decides to put on a show just for you.

--

After her match you meet her again, hugging her softly before asking her what happened with Caitlyn even though Loris told you, you had to hear it from her "I don't wanna talk about it Sunshine, what she did made me question everything--made me question if what me and her had was even real or if she was just using me for information and my strength" oh your poor girl. You push her head into the crook of your neck "lets rest yeah? is that okay?" you don't wanna push the subject anymore, knowing that she' gonna tell you about it eventually. She cuddles into you, dropping her fists to hold you close "mph- yeah that's great Sunshine" she gives you soft kisses on your neck, missing the feeling of your skin on hers "G'night Y/n" she mumbles defeatedly "Goodnight" you kiss her forehead and rub the back of her undercut.

Before you surrender yourself to sleep you look around her small room, looking at all the discarded bottles and broken pieces of glass, noticing the beat up punching bag that has her black makeup on it, right where her eyes are 'my poor violet' you think 'what happened to us' your mind drifts to yours and hers room in your little apartment in Piltover, the nights and days you three would spend together, laughing and having fun before they had to leave.

--

The next morning you both wakeup with a start, she sits up slightly to see the source of the noise only to see her.. sister? After their argument, she told the two of you Vander was somehow alive and that he needed help.

"I have to do this y/n" she says while grabbing her gauntlets "Please let me come Vi--please" you beg, not wanting to be alone again, she places her hands on your waist, leaning in for a deep kiss coming back up for air she says "I promise I'll come back, I promise you y/n, go stay with Loris for a bit and I promise you that I'll come back" she hopes that you understand, even though her sister is a crazy she it had to be serious if she wasn't trying to kill her.

--

After your tearful reunion with the man, Jinx leads your little group to the outskirts of the fissures, Vi taking the time to catch you up with what happened, how she feels like her love for Cait was one sided all this time after her betrayal. Attempting to comfort her you try to reassure her that what she thinks isn't true, how she's too focused on grief and how she hit you too-- "What..?" Vi stops walking "She hit.. you too?" her anger is picking up, you can tell "umm. yeah..bu--" "No buts y/n what the fuck?? you didn't even do anything" she cuts you off obviously pissed at your guys' ex girlfriend, you sigh not wanting to talk about it "Vi can we just talk about it later" "No! this isn't oka--" she interrupts you again, then getting cut off by Jinx "We're here!!". The both of you look ahead at this weirdly pastel oasis civilization.

"we will talk about this later" she says with a huff after surrendering her gauntlets. You kiss her cheek to calm her down "Alright" you missed that little flash of red that appeared on her face whenever you did that, you miss the little flash of pink that appeared on Cait' face but you probably aren't gonna see her anytime soon.. you think

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act two will have two parts because so much happened!! tbh i kinda dont like this but whatever

[lvciddreqms]

Pairing: Logan Maddox x fem!reader (Motorheads)

Genre: fluff, romance, friends to lovers

Warning: this is insanely cheesy

A/n: this story was requested!

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"These promposals are going to kill me." You groaned, smacking your head onto the lunch table. "What, because you don't got a date to the prom?" Logan chuckled. "No.. because they're cheesy, and dumb, and did I mention cheesy?" You said, looking over at the promposal in motion. "You did." He responded with a nod. "I mean, can we talk about the fact that half of them aren't even based off of what the girls like?" You scoffed.

"They seem pretty happy to me..?" He replied, leaning back into his seat as he watched a guy across the quad hold up a giant glitter poster that read: "You auto be my date to prom!" next to a rusted out car with pink balloons tied to the mirror. "Okay, that ones kinda funny." Logan said with a snort. "Funny? Logan, she's terrified of driving. She literally failed her permit test three times." you pointed out, your tone flat.

He winced. "Oof... yeah, uh.. that's rough.." You groaned again, sinking into your seat. "It's like these guys don't even know the people they're asking. They just wanna get a scene, get a video, and go viral." Logan tilted his head, studying you for a second. "Okay Y/n, so what would you want then?" You paused, caught off guard by the question. "What do you mean..?"

"For a promposal. If it wasn't dumb or cheesy. If someone actually did it right." You narrowed your eyes at him to see if he was teasing, but he just seemed to be asking a question. "I don't know..." you said slowly. "Something small, something thoughtful, something that feels like me. Maybe custom to a special memory or something.."

You were about to press him, to ask why he was curious when the bell rang. He stood up, swinging his bag over his shoulders. "Cmon we got auto." He said, pulling you by your sleeve. You followed behind him, observing, a weird flutter kicking up in your chest. You shook your head. Nope. Not going there.

But later that day, when you opened your locker to find a small piece of paper, with a scribbled message surrounded by small doodles. "You're right. Cheesy isn't the way to go." You couldn't stop the smile that pulled your lips, glancing down the hallway to catch Logan looking at you from a distance with a boyish grin on his face. And your heart absolutely did not flutter. Not even a bit.

You slipped the paper into your pocket, cheeks warm, and shut your locker with a soft click. The hallway buzzed with end of the day chaos-slamming lockers, shouted goodbye's, and the occasional squeak of someone's busted up sneakers. But your gaze narrowed in on one thing. Luke. Or more specifically, the way he didn't even wait for a reaction. No smirk. No expectation. Just.. walked off like it didn't matter.

But it did. More than it should've. You found yourself smiling again as you walked into seventh period. And when you sat down in your usual seat, Logan was already there, chin propped in his hand, doodling something in the corner of his notebook. You didn't say anything right away. Just slid into your seat and let the silence stretch for a moment.

Then, casually. "You know, for someone who 'doesn't care' that was a pretty thoughtful note." Luke's mouth twitched, but be didn't look up. "Must've been a coincidence. Maybe your secret admirer's just got good timing." You snorted. "Right. Secret admirer who also happens to have the same terrible handwriting as you."

He finally looked at you, eyes dancing with something you couldn't quite put your finger on. "If it was me-which I'm not saying it was-I'd probably do something better next time." "Oh?" You raised an eyebrow. "Like what?" He leaned in slightly, voice low. "Not telling. You hate spoilers." You hated that he knew that. You hated how he was right. And you especially hated the heat crawling up your neck.

Class started but your brain was somewhere else entirely. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, trying to decipher if this was still a joke to him or if..maybe he was serious. The next day, another note appeared, this time tucked between the pages of your sketchbook.

It was written on the back of a cafeteria napkin, in the same messy writing. "Today's prompt: list three things you'd actually say yes to. Bonus points if they're not cheesy." You looked up sharply, No Logan, just a blur of students. You bit back a smile and grabbed your pen and scribbled under the prompt.

1. A promposal that doesn't involve glitter

2. A date that starts with milkshakes and ends with a movie

3. Someone who actually listens

And underneath, in smaller letters. "You get points if you bring gummy worms."

You left your sketchbook half open on your desk during next period. And when you came back from the bathroom? The list had a fourth item, written in a new line below yours.

4. Logan

You stared at it. Blinked. Then closed the sketchbook quickly, your heart racing in your chest. This wasn't a joke anymore. And honestly? You weren't sure you wanted it to be. You spent the rest of the day in a daze. Like your brain had just hit the gas and the brakes at the same time. One minute you were replaying the moment you found your list edited-edited by Logan of all people. You were trying to convince yourself that it meant nothing.

It was a joke. It had to be. Logan teased everyone. He was effortlessly charming, full of that casual confidence that made it hard to tell when he was being serious. But item four? That didn't feel casual. That didn't feel like a joke. That felt like he saw you, really saw you.

By the time the final bell rang, you'd make exactly zero progress in calming down. Your stomach flipped as you shoved your books into your bag, barely even registering the conversations happening beside you. You were halfway down the hallway when you spotted him-leaning against the lockers like he had nowhere to be and all the time in the world.

"Hey." He said, straightening when he saw you. You stopped, adjusting the strap of your bag. "Hey." There was a pause. "So.." He began, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Did I get any points?" You stared at him, your heart thudding in your chest. "For what..? Stealing my sketchbook?" Logan tilted his head, grinning. "For honesty. And the gummy worms."

You blinked. "You didn't even-" He pulled a little bag from his hoodie pocket and held it up. "Sour, not regular. I pay attention." You stared at the bag, then at him. Then back at the bag. He shrugged, a little less smug now. "I meant what I wrote, by the way. I know I joke around a lot, but... I wouldn't have put it on the list if I didn't mean it."

You swallowed hard, your voice coming out quieter than you expected it to be. "And what does that mean exactly?" He looked at you for a long second, all the teasing melting from his expression. "It means..." He said. "If you wanted to go to prom-with someone who doesn't believe in glitter signs or public embarrassment-I'd like to be that someone." He said, handing you a piece of paper once more, in the middle it read "Prom?" surrounded in the doodles of his that you loved so much.

Your breath caught. You could say no. You could make a joke, deflect, pretend your heart wasn't doing summersalts in your chest. But instead. "Okay." You said softly, a soft smile growing onto your face.

✩

Marcel held the small piece of paper in his hand, looking at it curiously. "Hey, check this out." He called out towards everyone who was inspecting a car. Caitlyn walked over, taking the paper. "... Wonder why Uncle Logan would have this.." She spoke, raising her brow. The paper in her hands looked a bit aged and worn out, it was slightly crumpled up and had some tears on the sides, but the ink remained in the same condition as the day "Prom?" and those small drawings were written onto it.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

waiter waiter!!! can i get more house md smut with a side of intox <3

I GOTCHUUUUUUU ive been thinking a lot abt it can you tell >:3

warnings: intox, hard drug use, cnc/noncon/dubcon, somno, gaslighting, humiliation, mentions of date rape and suicide, homophobia/transphobia, slurs, sph but make it t-dick, medical kink, 🏠 being 🏠

reader is a trans man/transmasc. anatomical terms used are cunt, slit, and dick/t-dick

so. house has no qualms drugging people for his own personal gain. he’s done it to wilson, cuddy’s mother, a nuisance neighbor, and god knows how many patients. but i don’t think he’d do it to have sex with someone. he has multiple reasons for this, the simplest being that he doesn’t need to.

“date rape is pathetic. if you can’t get people to sleep with you of their own free will, that’s what we call a ‘you problem’. you should worry about fixing your own life instead of ruining someone else’s. or, you could do the honorable thing and just kill yourself, like the noble samurai.”

he also wants his partner in the moment with him. someone excited, responsive, someone who will react to his every touch and beg for more. it’s an ego boost for him.

that being said, however, he’s absolutely into intox sex. it’s probably one of his biggest kinks. he’s fascinated by the effects of drugs, how a little bit of this or a tiny bump of that can augment the experience, either for himself, or a willing lab rat.

house gets off on documenting the experience. sometimes he’ll ask you questions about your high and put your answers in writing. sometimes he'll film the session (with or without your knowledge. i bet he has hidden cameras. depends on if he’s worried about participant bias). most commonly though, he'll narrate his findings into a voice recording.

he's fully clothed with you naked on his lap. your head's been spinning for a while now, thanks to that brownie he fed you earlier. he's got one hand pinching your nipple; the other lazily stroking your cunt, tracing up and down your slit, creating a baseline level of arousal for you. "current time is 11:57, almost 3 hours after ingestion. subject is presenting with dilated pupils, impaired motor skills, decreased cognitive function..."

he pinches your t-dick and jerks it aggressively, causing you to jolt upright and yelp in shock, "a-aah! f-fu-OH! fuck!” you start to leak into his hand.

"subject is self-lubricating adequately—" house’s fingers slip off your t-dick. he huffs in frustration, but gets right back to it, “perhaps even excessively, and presents with healthy erectile tissue despite underdevelopment.” he stops jerking you to suck on your neck and smack your cunt with an open palm. “you get that? that’s big smart doctor-speak for ‘you have a tiny dick.’” he starts to jerk you again. “an adorable, tiny little baby dick. it’s almost like you’re a real boy.”

it's not always a clinical trial with him, though. he’s also into more casual, personal, intimate intox play. things like drinking games or sharing a bong together. he loves pressuring you to do one more shot, take one more hit, let yourself slip further and further. he’s such a bad influence.

as you two get better acquainted over time, you’ll build trust in each other, and house will want to take more risks with you. he likes to call you on the phone at random with ideas.

he leaves you a voicemail, “you ever hear of ketamine? it’s a dissociative anesthetic. used as an antidepressant, a party drug, and horse tranquilizer. let me know if you’re interested, because i wanna give you some and then fuck you in the ass. alright! gotta go, talk soon. later, fag!”

after enough sessions together, he’ll pop the question: “how do you feel about loss of consciousness? are you okay with waking up to me using you?”

he invites you to spend the night, and you’re greeted at the door with some water and a mysterious pill.

“what’s this?” you ask.

“wanna find out?” he answers.

a few sessions like that, and then house will escalate. suppose an offer of a pill turns into a surprise injection in your bicep.

if you don’t pass out, you’ll have to guess what he gave you based on how it makes you feel. on edge? heart’s racing? a stimulant. dizzy? can’t think straight? a benzo. your body’s heavy, and the world seems like it’s lagging? ketamine.

but it’s not always obvious. you’ll be hours into a session, paranoid, overanalyzing your senses, trying to pinpoint what’s different than usual, but nothing sticks out. overall, you just feel… good. that’s all it feels like. no wacky colors or crazy thoughts, just good. but house always makes you feel good. in fact, his mouth is making you feel really good right now. what the hell did he give you? it’s gotta be something, right?

he’ll come up for air while he’s eating you out, “any guesses?”

you’re panting, gasping for all the air you can get in this brief moment’s respite, and you have no fucking clue. “i don’t… fuck, i don’t know. i can’t tell.”

“hm! sounds about right.”

“wh… wha?”

“i gave you a sugar pill, dummy. thought you would’ve figured it out by now. god, you’re stupid.”

[darknight3904]

All Too Well

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: As tranquility settles over your life, you wrestle with your feelings for Joel.

Warnings: Langauge, Joel's not-so-secret porn magazine stash.

Word Count: 2k

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June 2024

Peace. It was something so rare in this post-apocalyptic world you lived in now. Despite its rarity, it is something you experience regularly now.

Your days had become calm and almost uneventful. It'd been nearly a month since Adam had shown up in Jackson and Joel had killed The Walrus for you. Whoever The Walrus had as allies in Kansas never showed up. There were round-the-clock patrols still going but Tommy and Joel had both told you many times that they weren't going to show.

Despite the inherent peace, you were still on edge. You knew Adam was dead, you had watched Joel drag his body off into the woods. The Walrus had been tortured and killed yet here you were, still scared that they might appear and rip you away from Jackson in the middle of the night.

These fears had landed where you were now. Instead of staying in your own home like the grown adult you were supposed to be, you had taken up residence on Joel's couch. The past three nights had been spent tossing and turning on the soft cushions. You weren't sure what it was, perhaps fear, or maybe just general loneliness but you found yourself, lying beside him in his bed.

There is a full moon tonight, it shines through the curtains and illuminates the room. The soft creak of the floorboards under your feet alerts him to your presence.

"What's wrong?" He mumbles, barely awake

"I'm cold." You whisper from his doorway.

It's a half-baked excuse, both of you know it's a lie. It's happened three times now, you tiptoe upstairs from the couch and make up some excuse to wiggle your way into his bed.

"Let's get you warmed up then."

The duvet shifts and you shuffle across the room to slip under the covers. You turn on your side to face him, your head resting on his pillow.

"Warm?"

"Mmhm."

"Good."

Joel had yet to address this newfound closeness. You weren't sure what to make of it, all you knew was that you felt safer under his covers listening to his snores.

Luck was never something you could claim to be blessed with. Even at the end of the world, you were unlucky. Todays bad luck once again manifested in the form of the mouth of one spitfired teenage girl.

"So, are you and Joel y'know, together?"

The question has you nearly choking on the glass of water you were sipping on. Ellie was standing across from you in the kitchen, still in her pajamas asking the most embarrassing questions possible.

Joel sighs and plugs his coffee maker in, pressing the start button before turning around to look at Ellie.

"Quit askin' questions and go brush your teeth."

Ellie's footsteps disappear upstairs as she mumbles something under her breath. Joel passes you a steaming mug of coffee before speaking again,

"Got a late-night patrol tonight."

You nod. Late-night patrols meant that he'd be returning in the early hours of the morning, there was no point in waiting up for him to beckon you under the warm duvet of his bed.

"I'm working in the Greenhouse later, going to visit Maria and baby Cailey first."

Joel nods, "I can come by later. You're harvesting potatoes today right?"

"Yeah," You say, "But don't you wanna relax today? We'll have to dig all the plants up, harvest, and then reseed them."

Joel's mouth quirks up into a small smile, "I can think of nothin' more relaxing than digging in the dirt with you."

You roll your eyes and turn away to dig in the fridge for eggs, hiding your blush behind the door as you push a jar of jam out of the way. He was so flirtatious these days, it drove you crazy.

"I don't know what I should do..." You sigh

Baby Cailey coos at his mother as she places him into a small pack n' play someone had hunted down.

"Why not just embrace it?"

Maria made it seem so simple. Embracing the way Joel would flirt with you, it was easier said than done. Truthfully, you were scared. Scratch that you were fucking terrified. You were terrified that it would all be snatched away from you in the middle of the night. Terrified that Adam would rise from his grave in the forest and break into Joel's home in the middle of the night. You were terrified of Joel getting cold feet the way he did twenty some years ago.

"You're insane." You point out, leaning back into her sofa.

She shakes her head in disbelief, "I get it, you're scared."

God, it's like she was in your mind reading your thoughts.

"Look, when Tommy first started asking me out I was scared too. Hell, I avoided him for nearly half a year just because I was scared."

A smile spreads across your face. You remember those days, Tommy had been so distraught whenever Maria would magically disappear from the Tipsy Bison after he tried to approach her.

"We can't let fear rule our lives. In a world like this, we have to live life to the fullest." She says

"And you think by fawning over Joel, I'm living my life to the fullest?" You question

"I do, but don't you already do that?"

You scoff and avoid Maria's smug gaze, she certainly thought she had everything all figured out over there.

"Two weeks ago, you told me you loved his biceps." Maria points out

"I was drunk." You dismiss her comment with a wave of your hand

"Off one glass of wine? Didn't know you were such a lightweight." She smiles

"Yeah, well. I guess I'm getting old." You lie, you definitely weren't drunk.

That had been the day Joel had pushed the couch across the living room and then lifted the TV into a new corner so there was less of a glare when Ellie watched her movies during the daytime. Your jaw nearly hit the floor as you watched from your spot at the kitchen table. God the muscles on that man had to be illegal.

"I don't like Joel. Didn't like him when Tommy first told me about him, still don't really like him now." Maria admits

"Yet you're pushing us together?" You look at her like she's lost it.

"I want to see you happy though." She says earnestly, "Plus, he's my brother-in-law so I feel like that gives me some moral obligation to see that he's living a good life."

You groan and fiddle with a loose thread on the couch cushions.

"It also helps that you act all, well, giddy when he's around."

"I do not!" You say

"Sure you do. It's like your normal personality leaves the room and you're laughing and teasing Joel like you two are high school sweethearts."

You scoff and turn your attention to Cailey who smiles at you when you peer over the edge of the pack n' play. She's got big brown eyes and tufts of dark curly hair atop her head. You're pretty sure Maria had created her all on her own since it looked like Tommy's genes had just given up in the womb.

"She's got your eyes." You point out, turning the topic of conversation.

Maria smiles at the way you observe her baby, "She's got my everything. Tommy was hoping she'd look a bit like him."

"Why? He wants to curse a baby with a life of torture?" You tease

Maria laughs and gently kicks your shin as punishment for bad-mouthing her husband.

"Is she sleeping through the night yet?" You ask.

You don't know much about babies, most of your knowledge came from high school health class when an old teacher named Mr. Klein had droned on and on about how teen pregnancy was the devil reincarnate and that you'd all die if you didn't use condoms.

"If she was, you think I'd look like this?" Maria gestures to her mismatched outfit and unbrushed hair. Her eyes look a bit dull as she stares down at her baby. Truthfully though, even with her odd clothes and sleepless face, Maria looks good.

"I think you look fine." You muse, "Pretty even."

Maria scoffs, "Now you sound like Tommy."

"Well, at least he's right about something."

The greenhouse is humid today. You kneel in the dirt and pull at the tops of the potato plants, ready to reveal the harvest.

"Look at that view!"

You groan and sit back on your knees, your partner for the day is Janet, an older woman who seems to never keep her mouth shut. Her choppy white gray hairs glimmer in the sunlight as she checks the tomato plants. She has to be at least in her mid-70s yet she moved better than you some days.

"Knock it off." You huff in embarrassment

"I'm not the one with those jeans on." She muses, "You said Joel is coming by soon? You're gonna give him a heart attack like that!"

"You're so weird." You sigh plopping a nice-sized potato into the basket on your left

"I know what men think." Janet points to her temple and then to your ass, "Joel is going to lose his-"

You toss a handful of soil at her when the greenhouse door opens, and Joel steps in.

Janet sends you a sly wink as you and Joel kneel in the dirt together, unrooting potatoes beside each other. She also lewdly picks up an eggplant and shakes it in the air when Joel lifts the heavy basket with ease to dump it into a wheelbarrow. You roll your eyes, how has your life become like this?

After nearly three hours of digging in the dirt, you and Joel are on the way back to his home. Your shoulder brushes his and a tingle shoots down your spine. Even now, covered in dirt and stinking of sweat Joel Miller is devastatingly beautiful.

"You sure you're not too tired for patrol tonight?" You ask shyly

"I'll be fine." Joel assures you, "I wanted to give Ellie the house, she and her friend Dina are havin' some Star Wars marathon today."

You nod. You like Dina, she's nice and helps you clean the dishes whenever Ellie invites her over for dinner. Ellie seems to be more content talking the girl's ears off instead of actually scraping the leftovers into Tupperware bins.

"There's nothing worse than an adult hanging around a teenage girl hangout." You smile and elbow Joel's side gently

Joel looks over at you, taking in the wide grin on your dirt-smudged face. You sound like you're alluding to Ellie and Dina getting into trouble together.

"Well, now you're makin' me nervous." He huffs

"You should be." You tease, "You don't even wanna know what my friends and I were discussing at that age."

Joel shakes his head in disapproval, "Don't do that."

"Do what?" You laugh

"Tease me. Ellie isn't at home gigglin' over some...TigerBeat magazine filled with stupid pictures of Ralph Macchio or somethin'. "

"Or is she?" You over-exaggerate your gasp, "What if she got into your porn stash?"

You'd found it one day while Joel was off repairing something at the bar. Under his bed in a shoebox, you had pulled it out, wanting to sweep the dust bunnies from under the bedframe. And, as they say, curiosity killed the cat, before you knew it you were opening the shoebox to reveal three old porn magazines that had to have been from the 80s and 90s.

You had picked one of them up, it was clearly well-loved and flipped through it. Most of it was rather tame, at least compared to some of the stuff that had been on the internet before the fall. One dogeared page caught your eye, A man had a woman on top of him, legs on either side of his hips as she rode him. You couldn't help but notice the remarkable resemblance she bore to you.

"I don't have a porn stash." Joel scoffs, refusing to look at you all of a sudden, yup he was guilty.

"Then what's in the shoebox under your bed?" You ask innocently

Joel's ears have begun to go red as he keeps pace with you, "You're awful, y'know that."

"Don't be a prude." You laugh, "it's natural, Joel."

"Oh is it?" Joel suddenly looks at you, a glint of well, evil in his eye, "That mean you got a stash of your own, baby?"

It's your turn to blush now. Joel had just dubbed a new nickname on you. Baby. Baby. Fuck you liked, no loved the way it sounded coming off his lips. God, it was so him, calling you that.

"No, pervert." You scoff

"You're the one who brought it up, if anything that makes you the pervert." He teases

You huff and cross your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling vulnerable. How'd he turn this into a conversation to tease you? And that new nickname, fuck you wanted to climb right on top of him right here in the middle of Jackson. Instead, you send him a glare,

"You're so annoying."

"Thanks, baby."

Next Part

Ugh, they're so cute, I want to eat them.

My college semester started back up. I'm shaking in my boots and it's only syllabus week :(

Shout out to @heartpatch for inspiring me to introduce the baby nickname.

May I present, what I expect out of TLOU season 2:

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[marksmelodies]

nct dream reactions to finding out you’re fwb/ secretly dating another member

genre: idol x fem reader au

warnings: cussing, suggestive, sex

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mark

mark was currently running to the convenience store quickly getting some drinks as the rest of the boys were hanging out in the kitchen of their dorm.

“ man mark left his phone here” renjun says picking it up seeing spam messages from you

y/n: i cant wait to see you tonight markie <3

y/n: what time are you planning on leaving ur place?

y/n: just tell them you’re going to the studio or something

y/n: let me know when you’re on the way later, i wanna get all pretty for you, i’m gonna wear the new lingerie set you got me

y/n: even though you’re just gonna rip it right off

y/n: we haven’t fucked in so long, i might be really tight for you, i know you always complain how you finish super quick when i’m really tight, you might wanna cum once before heading to my place so you’ll last longer

renjun face immediately turns red after reading the messages, he knew he messed up, slamming the phone back down on the table he looks up at the members

“ i just read something i definitely shouldn’t have.”

renjun

you had just gotten out of the shower getting ready for a get together with the dream members, renjun came over before everyone else to help set up.

“babe did you buy more condoms like i asked, we used the last ones last night?” you yell to renjun through the house before the thought leaves your mind.unbeknownst to you the boys had arrived while you were showering, renjun mentally face palmed himself knowing the guys would never let this go… dreading looking up to see the boy’s reactions, before he could look up you walked out of your room “ junnie did yo - oh” you cut yourself off as you realized who all was in your living room already.

“babe??” jaemin questions

“ CONDOMS?!?! EXPLAIN YOURSELVES!!” haechan screams with his eyebrow raised.

“ i think it’s pretty self explanatory haechan, they’re fucking” chenle laughs

“ you guys heard nothing, i did not say a thing” you say walking over to renjun hiding your red face in the crook of his neck

“ good going babe” you hear him whisper in you ear.

jeno

you have known the boy for years now, you and jeno had been friends for a long time but just this year you decided to take it a step further, not exactly dating but not just friends, some would call it friends with benefits but it was more than that. today you and jeno were hanging with all of nct, once a month they hold parties where all the members get to hang out, some even bring their significant others.some members playing beer pong, some gaming others doing karaoke and chitchatting, everyone was having a good time. accept jeno.

you haven’t met all the members before being that you primarily hang out with the dreamies most often, yangyang approached you a little bit ago challenging you to a beer pong game, so as you two were playing jeno stood against the kitchen counter glaring at you with his arms crossed.

if looks could kill yangyang would’ve been long gone.

you jump as you win the game making yangyang chug the last cup of beer, he approaches you complementing you in your win, as you two stand there getting closer with eachother, asking questions about yourselves you look over to jeno who’s squinting his eyes in an intimidating way just waiting for the right moment to approach you two. as time goes by you realize that yangyang is in fact flirting, you awkwardly laugh trying your best to get out of the conversation however he keeps dragging you back, soon enough yangyang places his hand around your waist, you immediately back away as you bump into someone behind you, that very someone being jeno.

“ hey babe i’ve been looking everywhere for you” jeno says as he grabs your hips placing one hand around it as the other one goes to your ass, leaving a peck on your lips.

“ i see you’ve been talking to yangyang, yangyang this is my GIRLFRIEND y/n” he smiles

“ oh shit girlfriend?? my bad bro i thought you two were just friends” he says

“ it was nice talking to you, i think i should go” yangyang hurried away extremely intimidated by jeno

“ babe what are doing, there’s so many people here i thought we were keeping us a secret, and girlfriend.. i don’t remember you asking me out unless i’m so drunk i can’t remember” you push past him, he pulls you back into him with his strong arms

“ maybe i’m hinting something sweet girl, we’ll talk about it when we’re both sober”

as the night goes on jeno decides to play a shot game against a few members, taking shot by shot. members backing out one by one leaving jeno as the champion. the crowd watching as he takes his last shot, when he finishes everyone cheers for him, jeno clearly not sober, grabs you and kisses you on the spot in front of everyone, gasps heard from a distance you and jenos tongue fight for dominance, grabbing up on you he squeeze your ass pulling away

“ i knew it haechan yells”

“ let’s go to the bathroom babe i need my dick in you immediately” he yells loud enough for almost everyone to hear.

“ oh my god jeno you’re so embarrassing” you say leading him into the bathroom as the group freaks out over what just happened.

haechan

you and haechan we’re currently thousands of miles away from each other due to nct dreams tour.

“ i miss you pretty girl” haechan says over videocall

“ i miss you more hyuckie” you smile at him through the camera

“ where are the rest of the boys? aren’t you rooming with someone?” you ask

“ i’m sharing the room with mark but he’s in the shower right now, i think the others are asleep it’s pretty late here”

“ oh that’s right it’s nearly midnight for you, you should get some sleep love”

“ i’m not tired baby, actually i’m quite the opposite” he smerks at you

“ oh my god haechan don’t give me that look”

“ it’s not my fault i haven’t had your life changing pussy in so long” he sighs

“ you’re so dramatic.. but i admit i’m having the same problem over here”

haechans face drops into a serious look

“ come fly out here, i’ll pay for everything”

“ haechan be serious for five seconds”

“ i’m so serious y/n i need you so bad, i miss you so much, i miss your body and how it rides me so well, i miss your taste, i miss everything about you”

“ i’ll tell you what, go focus on your shows and do your best for me and when you get back you can sleep at my place and i’ll let you do everything you desire”

“ EVERYTHING?!?!” haechan shouts

“ yes baby everything, we can go at it all night if you really want” you laugh

“ YES ” he says in an excited tone

“ you’re the best, i could kiss you right now” he kisses the phone

once you two end your conversation and say goodnight hanging up the phone, mark walks out of the bathroom and lays on his bed casually scrolling through his phone.

“ so you’re fucking y/n? i would’ve never expected that” mark stares nonchalantly turning towards haechan

haechan stares at him with wide eyes

“ the walls are very thin” mark laughed

“ how much of our conversation did you hear??” haechan asks

“ enough to make me want to puke”

haechan rolls his eyes

“ don’t worry your little secret is safe with me”

jaemin

jaemin had to be back on stage in 15 minutes.

“ babe come on you’re going to be late,everyone’s looking for you” you say trying to push him off of you

you and jaemin are best friends at least that’s what you tell everyone, in reality you’ve been seeing each other romantically for a few months now. currently backstage in the dressing room jaemin has you sitting on the table, shirt pulled up exposing your chest as he feels you up, kissing every inch of you.

“ i’ll go back out in a minute i’m not done feeling all of you yet my love”

jaemin quickly lifts your skirt up pulling your panties to the side as he slips his pants down pulling his dick out and lining it up with you, he quickly thrusts into you

“ oh my god jaemin you feel so good” you moan

“ fuck your so tight” he curses under his breath

the door suddenly swings open as the members appear in the door way

“ oh shit, oh my god im so sorry, continue” chenle says immediately closing the door

“ oh my god your entire group just saw my titties” you say wanting to cry of embarrassment

“ it’s okay baby we can worry about that later, focus on me right now ” jaemin coos

you and jaemin open the door to see the members in the hallway, you grab jaemins hand looking to the ground in embarrassment

“i’m so sorry you had to see that” you say

“ i’m not, that was hot as fuck” haechan jokes as jaemin gives him the death stare

“ just remind me to never go near that table again” chenle says disgusted

“ by the way, you all owe haechan and i 20 bucks, i told y’all they were fucking” jeno says.

chenle

the boys decided for chenles birthday that they would go to his house and prank him by waking him up for practice screaming happy birthday and jumping on his bed.as they all approached his bedroom mark counted down and they all busted through the door, to their surprise they found chenle and you cuddled up in bed, your bare back facing the door and both of your clothes from last night scattered on the floor hinting that you were both naked under the sheets

thankfully you’re a heavy sleeper, so the boys sudden entrance had no affect on you whatsoever however chenle not so much, the boys stand frozen for a second before chenle groans shooing them to go away

“ shit go go go” they whisper leaving the room in a hurry

“ sorry” renjun whispers leaving the room shutting the door it abruptly opens again and a hushed

“hope y’all used protection” was said before shutting the door again.

jisung

due to jisungs recent ankle injury he wasn’t able to attend practice with the rest of the dreamies, the boys walked down the hall heading to their dorm after a long practice

“ i hope jisungs doing okay, he’s probably lonely being all cooped up in his room all day” mark says

“ are you kidding that kid is having the time of his life playing endless video games” jeno chuckles,getting closer to the dorm they hear slight banging getting louder the closer they get

“ what the hell” jaemin says turning door handle to their place

“ oh my god, yes jisung right there” you moan loudly

the dorm is filled with loud moans shared between you and jisung,the bed squeaking and the headboard banging into the wall slightly causing the picture frames on the other side of it to shake

“ cum for me baby” jisungs voice echos across the dorm

“ oh my god” jeno says as they all walk back out into the hallway quickly evacuating the dorm after realizing whats going on

“ holy shit our little innocent jisung is getting laid” haechan says as everyone stands there shocked on what to do next

“ there’s a good place to eat right down the road why won’t we give them some time” jaemin suggests

“ god i just cant believe jisung is corrupted, he’s been putting on a façade this whole time” haechan continues

“ let him be haechan at least he’s getting some unlike you” renjun laughs

“ man our youngest is all grown up” mark says “ he better have wrapped it” he adds

“ OH MY GOD WAIT WAS HE FUCKING Y/N” chenle gasps as the whole groups come to a halt, the boys stand there in the middle of the street contemplating what to do

“ we have to go back and see for ourselves” they say in unison, running back to the dorms

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Thanks for reading lovelies!!! hopes you enjoyed!!! <3

[skinnyhmhas]

boyfriend ❦ billie eilish.

!!! : brandon, 2019, friends to lovers, billie cheated (to brandon, deserved) a little bit of smut

2019.

billie's debut album was almost ready, there was not much left really, but something inside billie's mind told her that she needed a closing song.

she decided to put those feelings aside, stopped biting her nails slightly and looked at the phone resting in her hand. the hotel room was almost dark. she needed someone, a person to support her, especially when she didn't know what to do to finish that album. it was killing her. there were two people. her boyfriend and her best friend.

two very different paths.

her best friend was always there, she knew she was just a phone call away to come to the door and hold her like she always did. but lately she was feeling something, something more than friendship and that interrupted her comfort. she had a damn boyfriend.

Q.

billie wasn't even sure if she was in love, but she felt the need to feel him close. he was many years older than her, and billie let herself be possessed like a house in the middle of nowhere. was she stupid to love him? no, it wasn't love.

she needed him to not realize that she actually needed her best friend.

billie decided to call her.

"please answer," she whispered.

"billie?" your sweet voice answered. billie felt a warm sensation in her chest, she quickly spoke.

"can you come?"

she didn't even have to repeat it twice.

"sure."

and you arrived at her hotel room, she quickly opened the door, looking for your sweet embrace. she was surprised at how well her head fit on your chest, as if she was made for you. you noticed her low vibration, billie was feeling tired.

"is it because of him?" you asked softly, after a few minutes without speaking. you continued to caress her hair, nervous to hear billie's answer. it wasn't a word, but an action, and she nodded.

a wave of disappointment attacked your poor heart. she was still there, suffering for someone who didn't value her when you had your own heart, giving it to her. billie didn't seem to see your heart, or at least that's what you thought.

"did you call him?" you asked.

"i was about to do it, but i don't know why i called you instead." billie was lying, lying to herself. she had called you because from the beginning she always needed you.

that answer silenced you for what seemed like an eternity to billie, but you just didn't know what to say. you encouraged her to do it, to call him, to see what would happen. now billie was sitting in the small hotel couch, you by her side, holding her hand. you noticed how she didn't have a loving nickname for him but she did for you, you looked the other way, telling your ego that maybe it didn't mean anything.

billie had to wait a few seconds until he answered, he was driving.

"what do you want, babe?" Q said, almost unimportantly, speeding up.

"are you driving?"

...there was no response, just laughter. it seemed like he was in the car with other people.

"Q?" billie started to get tired. "do you hear me?"

"i'll call you later, billie." her boyfriend ended the call.

you looked intently at billie, worried about what that did to her. she threw her phone to the ground, causing the back to visibly crack. she covered her face with her hands, as if she wanted to tear it off. you quickly removed her hands from her face and she sighed.

"you finally realize he's not good for you?" you said this phrase so softly that it was clear that you were not reproaching her, but that you were truly concerned. "do you want to distract yourself, bils?" you asked something else now, it didn't seem like billie could answer the previous question with one word.

"yeah. fuck everything else." she got up from the couch. she went to the chair she used to record some things, the ones she could. "wanna help, pretty?"

pretty. made you feel weak. you nodded without saying anything, sat next to her and she showed you the demo she had, titled "goodbye"

you weren't sure what you were supposed to do, but you focused upon hearing billie's voice. your skin crawled, creating an incredibly nostalgic aura inside you. "what...what do i have to do, bils?" you asked. she let out a small laugh.

"i'm going to pass you the microphone, you have to sing in a slightly higher tone the same as me."

choirs.

when you understood what billie was trying to get at, you tried to warm up your voice a little before starting, she handed you a sheet of paper with the lyrics.

"please."

you sang.

"please."

she sang.

"don't leave me."

the song wrapped you up in a compilation of her album, which you had been able to listen to over the days. billie's moments with Q came to mind and how you were always behind them. you wanted her love, but maybe that was the prophecy, to love her from afar.

you hesitated a little to continue singing, your voice broke. you stepped away from the microphone, almost with tears in your eyes, and tried to catch your breath.

"are you okay?" billie asked, stopping recording.

"no, billie, i can't."

"but you were singing so beauti-" you cut through her words like a knife.

"i can't handle this, billie." she had that typical worried look, not understanding the reason for your sudden action.

"what are you talking about?" she sat back in the chair.

suddenly you felt small, vulnerable and like you had no words left. it always happened when you wanted to tell billie what you felt. you tried to search in your mind for something to make her understand that you couldn't stand having her as a friend, you needed to be more than just that to her.

"leave Q." was the only thing that could come out of your lips.

"what?" she opened her eyes wide.

"i love you." you said quickly, desperately. it slipped from your lips.

how stupid. you thought. you should never have opened your mouth, why couldn't you stop? you saw billie's lips part slightly, letting out a surprised sigh.

"i love you, and i don't want to." you continued.

was billie dreaming? or were you really confessing something to her that she had been waiting forever for? she was still too shocked to answer you, she needed to get her head in order.

"i love you too." billie confessed, it was the first thing that came out of her lips. "and i never wanted to date that dude but i guess i was scared."

"scared?" you looked up.

"i have never loved anyone as much as i love you." billie felt so stupid for feeling those things, for loving someone so much. still, with her she felt more...real, human, and worth it. she couldn't escape the way she loved her. she approached her dear best friend, planting her hands on her cheeks, caressing her with fear.

you were of course very touched by her words, your breathing became labored as you saw her hands on your face. "can i?" billie muttered, almost as if she were saving an oath.

"please." you whispered.

her sweet lips attacked yours so gently, as if she wanted that moment to last in her mind and soul forever. it felt like a dream, and it felt so good to finally be enjoying this. billie's hands caressed your sides, while your hands played with her hair. your legs spread a little, making billie's body fit perfectly. you gasped as you felt her hands playing with the elastic of your pants.

"billie..." you said sweetly, looking at her.

billie couldn't believe she had missed this by playing at being straighter than a rule.

that rule was flexible.

and as a final act of love (or hate towards Q) she sent him a message to end her relationship with him. she smiled, taking a picture of you.

"it's over, i'm gonna fuck my best friend"

"i correct: future wife."

2024.

your soft moans came out easily as you felt billie's fingers play with your pussy. "that's it my baby, you take me so well" billie sighed. the bathroom was small, and you couldn't make that much noise, but there you were. in the background you could hear "lunch" by your own future wife.

you were excited to know that behind that door there were thousands of fans listening to the album live, for the first time. after that, your innocent and beautiful future wife would come out to talk about "hit me hard and soft"

"i'm gonna-"

"cum, baby, cum on mommy's fingers."

and you did it, just as she told you.

i could eat that girl for lunch.

she dances on my tongue.

"such a goodgirl for me."

she winked at you, sucking her fingers to taste you between them. she locked your lips in a kiss, making you moan into her mouth.

that woman was going to be the death of you.

[gamblersdoll]

𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒?

ghostface! todoroki who plays out your sick fantasy.

mask kink, p in v, finger sucking, nipple sucking, fear tactic.

“are you sure you want to do this?” todoroki questions, a stoic but somewhat worry on his face. “what if something goes left and i hurt you?”

“you wont hurt me, baby.”

“what if you forget that we are doing something like this and you freak out?” he presses, fidgeting with his fingertips and avoiding eye contact.

“baby, if youre worried so much we dont have to do this.” you remind, kissing his cheek and a small smile. “i wont force you to do anything you dont want to do.”

“yeah, but i wanna make you happy, thats what im supposed to do.” he sighs,rolling his eyes at himself.

“and you are either way it goes.” you scratch his head, a soft groan from his throat as you dig your nails into him. “ill be happy and love you either way this goes.”

“okay,” he nods, tilting your head up and kissing your lips. “gotta go to the store for dinner, feeling like soba tonight.” he says, standing up and holding you for a minute. “love you.”

“i love you too.”

you eventually hear the downstairs front door close and lock, sleep taking over your body and you fluttering your eyes shut into a resting place and feeling your body start to drift away.

but, maybe an hour later, something does wake you up. a sound of something ruffling around, could be birds in the attic or maybe another fucking squirrel got into the dryer again. but, your sleepy brain not working right, you pull yourself out of bed and look at the time.

‘ten forty three.’

shoto isnt home yet?

walking downstairs, you turn the dryer light on, there wasnt any chipmunks or squirrels in there. and yet, you still hear noise from somewhere.

‘click!— front door open.’

your heart races a bit, looking over to the door to see what apparently is a man in all black, with a ghostface mask and he just stands there. you chuckle, rolling your eyes. “okay, shoto, you actually want to do this?”

no movement, just the man you think is your todoroki standing in place.

“helloooo?” you snap your fingers in his face, still no movements from the masked man, but scoff and fold your arms. “shoto, again if you dont want to do this—“

finally, the man who wasnt speaking, pulls out a small amount of rope. which was weird, todoroki doesnt really like ropes,being the fact it’s easy to get rope burn. you feel the hairs on the back of your neck raise, your overthinking starting to save you. “are you not todoroki..?”

he shakes his head no, putting up five fingers.. and your legs do all the running on their own. he wasnt chasing you, no. but it still is fucking creepy.

that damn boy probably left the door unlocked!

you lock the door to the bedroom, scrambling to find your phone. you unlock it, dialing the number to his phone, and it picks up.

“todoroki— someone broke into—“

“no todoroki shoto here, little girl.” the other line says, making your heart drop and tremble within fear of somebody, something hurt him and was doing the same with you. “do you like scary movies?”

oh, thats how this fuck wants to do things? textbook definition?

you swallow thick, feeling rage and yet fear within your bones. “adore them.” you spit, peering out the window curtains.

“okay, lets play a little game then.”

“whats the name of that one big killer in silent hill?” the line asks, waiting on your response.

“pyramid head.” you confidently reply, getting a satisfactory chuckle. “if youre going to kill me, give me better questions so it means something.”

“ohh, youre so mean, what about your poor shoto?” he asks, a coo behind his words. “if you get all of them right, ill tell you where he is.”

you chew on your nails, anxiety pulling over you. you grunt, an approval of his mind games with you. “okay then, who was the first killer in scream?”

that almost threw you off, but you knew who it was. “there wasnt just one killer for that first girl.. casey was her name.”

“oh? mind to share with me and shoto?” he asks, you have to hold your tongue to try and not sacrifice his life on accident.

“billy called the girls phone, stu killed the boyfriend, billy killed the girl.” you say, knowing that you’re right about all of it, it was simple really.

“oh, what makes you so sure? how can you tell?” he asks again, curiously trying to see if you would second guess yourself. anyone would, especially in the scream movies. but you werent stupid, you watched enough of those movies to realize that mistake.

“billy was more fueled by rage and revenge, causing his movements to act erratically, stu was just there with him.”

“bingo! next question..” he cheers, a pause in the line. “in the paranormal realm, was it the conjuring that goes first, or annabelle?”

“annabelle, then conjuring.” you say, hearing a dissatisfied voice. “what?”

“are you sure about that? thats what you want to go with?” he asks, was this his trick again or were you wrong..?

“thats how they go, it wouldnt make sense if they were reversed.” you shout, hearing a small chuckle.

“you lose.” he says, the line ending and hands grab at your shoulders, a scream coming from your throat as you thrash and writhe in his hands.

he kneels down on your forearms, wrapping the rope around your body and hands as you still struggle. he was bigger than you, your legs and knees only able to kick air and some small parts of his back. you try to pry your way out of the rope’s confines, his hands starting to paw and push up at your clothes and your heart drops.

is this how it’s supposed to be? your boyfriend supposedly dead and you get the short end of the stick?

you look away, not bothering to watch yourself be ruthlessly taken by a masked killer who just happens to also be a fucking creep. you feel his hands on your body, warm but cold hands on your stomach.

warm and cold ?

his lips attach to your nipple, you jumping from the temperatures in his mouth. he mustve eaten something cold or something. or, maybe he had taken some kind of medication that makes him cold?

he swirls his tongue, his breath being pushed onto your skin, and the temperature of his breath is colder—

fucking todoroki, its been him this whole time.

your nerves relax all the way, getting the best confirmation of your lover being the one who has you in his reigns, his mouth on your nipple, and the one who is pulling his cock from his pants.

you wouldve thought it was someone else, since he shaved his shit apparently. he hears you chuckle, looking up at you. you try to bite back another, just imagining a ghostface mask staring up at you while positioning themselves against you— meanwhile knowing their identity.

“please dont kill me mr. ghostface, i wanna be in the sequel.” you feign fear, feeling his hands push you into the ground deeper and feeling his cock slip in, moaning about it. your clit jumps for a second, twitching from the cut pubes prickling against it for only seconds at a time.

the masked man kneels, pulling your body back and forth along his length as he hears your yelps and moans, them being elongated. the mans’ gloved fingers find their way into your mouth, you sticking your tongue out as he thrusts his fingers down and out your throat. his glove gets wet, soaked with your spit and you gag slightly when he has you throat his fingers.

his pace gets meaner, too honestly. his hips smacking against your rear and his other hand holds the ropes on your back, steadying himself and you. deep breathing can be heard through the mask, sometimes feeling the air become a little warmer but then colder. wet squelching and slaps of skin reverberated through the room, some of your hair becoming disheveled and ass becoming sore and red.

your moans becoming whiny, a light drenching of your essence and creamy rings along his cock as you curl your toes, “fuck—hah!”

the masked man breathes deeper as well, his hips slowing down as he stills inside of you. you feel his own ejaculation inside of you, making your folds slicker than any lubricant ever. the masked man lays you down, untying your restraints and pulling his mask off.

tuffs of red and white hair show themselves, and a worried shoto. “are.. are you okay—“

you bonk the top of his head, hearing a ‘ow’ after that. “what the hell, todoroki!” you squeal, shaking his arms. “what kind of idea was that?!”

“well.. you said that you wanted to try something new..” he says, his own hands on your shoulders shaking them.

“i know that much— but you scared the fuck outta me!”

“sorry.. how did you figure out it was me?” he asks, confused and worried eyes that stare and burn into yours. “was it that noticeable?”

“your palms are two different temperatures, and your mouth was cold.” you point out, pulling your shirt down and rubbing your wrists. “i almost didnt, because of the rope and the phone call— hold the fuck on, who answered the phone then?”

“uh.. midoriya?”

a knock comes to your front door, its about eleven twenty four at night. especially after tonight, todoroki walks you to the door, just in case you were still worried about anything. you weren’t worried in the slightest.

you unlock and open the door, green patches of hair the first thing you see. “uhm— hi there.” he says, the freckled boy rubbing the back of his head and a nervous chuckle.

“hi there, ghostface.” you say, both men tensing up and you fold your arms.

“well!—“ he starts, nervous and scrambling for an answer. “in my defense! todoroki cane to me about it and i wasnt trying to scare you too bad! i hope i didnt..”

“both of you did, so both of you can get beat up.” you say, watching izuku hand todoroki’s phone back. “but.. i guess i give credit when its due.”

“i hope i didnt cause any trouble..”

“you didnt, but its getting late.” you remind, the three of you saying goodbyes and a thought comes to you. you turn to tell izuku, “izu!”

he turns back and responds with a distant ‘yeah?’ wide eyes and a smile.

“annabelle comes before the conjuring, take more notes!”

[itssliyahhxoxo]

𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

(𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐖)

(𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐗 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐑)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Paige dose an interview were she gets asked about her celebrity crush’s and your name comes up

You were out with some friends when you got the message from you agent she had sent you the video of Paige. You read the comments and saw all the fans going crazy for no reason at all.

You’ve heard of Paige but never really paid any attention to her. “Yo look at this” you’re friend yelled over the loud music she showed you a picture of you and one of Paige’s pictures together on some fan page “damn they fast” you mumbled.

You looked back to your friend “I’ll deal with it later” you walked away to get another drink.

It was now the next morning you were back stage getting your hair and makeup done before your interview with jimmy Fallon for your new movie that’s coming out next week.

“Soo what going on with you and Paige bueckers” you’re makeup artist smirked looking at you in the mirror “what” you looked up.

“Everyone’s talking about you too like you the next big thing” she giggled “no their not,it just happened yesterday” you shook your head “go on twitter and see for yourself” she told you before she left finished with your makeup.

You paused And thought for a minute before giving up and going on twitter. There were pictures of you and her everywhere you couldn’t help but laugh going through the comments.

User18: they would be so good together

User3649: y’all are crazy they don’t even know each other like that.

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User65: so you never know 🤭

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You laughed to yourself before getting up and leaving your room to head on stage. You waited to be called out standing to the side as jimmy started talking about you and your appearance tonight.

After his speech you were brought out you waved to the crowd smiling. Before taking your seat you and jimmy hugged and and shook hands.

“So how do you feel about your movie coming out next week” he asked “nervous” you softly laughed “why” he laughed “well it being my first movie I’m kinda shitting my pants” you laughed everyone laughed with you “any spoilers, you can give us” he smirked.

“spoilers” you thought out loud “not really but there is a Sean where things get a little..” “spicy” he finished for you “yeah” you laughed blushing.

“I hate to get off topic buttt,you and Paige bueckers” he dragged out. The whole crowd went crazy making you roll your eyes with a soft smile.

“Anything you have to say about that” “unfortunately no I’ve never really had any conversation with her nor met her in person I would love to one day though” you answered.

The interview went on and on some questions about the movie and your music and some about you and Paige again.

A few weeks went by your movie was off the charts everyone was talking about it, you would have thought the Paige thing would have went down but no it got worse.

You were laying down on your phone when you’re friend cam in “guess whatttt” she sang “what” you looked up.

“I got us tickets to a basketball game” she smirked “cool what team” you got up and walked past her not paying attention “come and find out” she smirked .

You walked into the stadium looking around confused recognizing all the colors, you froze when you heard the crowd screaming the teams name..UConn.

“Why the hell would you bring me here” you softly shouted towards your friend “what don’t you wanna meet you future wife” she smirked pulling you to your seats which were in the front.

You grew nervous as you noticed some people in the crowd noticed you,they started talking pictures and videos you softly smiled and waved at them.

“I’m going to kill you” you mumble as the game started.

It was almost half time when Paige’s eyes caught yours you softly smiled at her,she looked away softly blushing “ouuu” your friend laughed “shut up” you laughed.

The game went on and on it wa the last round UConn winning with 113 points and the other team losing with 87. The ball was in Paige’s hands,with only 10 seconds left she threw the ball making it into the net

You smiled clapping happy they won.your were on your way out when some fans came over stopping you for some pictures,you sighed as they walked away.

“Hey” you turned around only to be met with the bluest eyes you’d ever seen “hi..Paige right” you nervously smiled “y-yeah” she answered “you were great out there” you pointed out “thanks,you to-I mean” she mumbled.

You smiled watching her blush “I’ll see you around bueckers” you slowly walked away as she watched mouth slightly open speechless.

(𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥🌚)