#I FUCKING SCREAMED AS I WAS WATCHING THE CUT SCENE WAITING FOR HIS VOICE TO SEE IF IT WAS HIM

[writeonwhiskey]

how about a seungmin drabble? something dirty and sweet? plz 💕

This is an ask that I'm including with a comment that requested a Seungmin one-shot. The more specific request was for a "best friend's brother" type story. I hope you and @miniversed enjoy it!

a/n: a semi-sweet drabble. i'm working on keeping things short because I really started writing the entire backstory for these two lol but i've narrowed it down to this one scene! this has not been edited, take it easy on me.

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f receiving) - 18+ ONLY

word count: 2,362

You’re seated on the vanity counter with Seungmin between your legs. You don’t know how you got here, but a voice in the back of your head is screaming that you shouldn’t have accepted the invitation to come see him perform—especially without your best friend.

You part your lips as his tongue invades your mouth, satiating the desire that’s been growing in you for fourteen years. You’ve fantasized about this moment countless times and now that it’s finally happening, you want nothing more than to give in to the moment.

But you know this isn’t right. You shouldn’t be doing this.

You shouldn’t have come to this room with him.

You tangle your hands in his short, dark hair, leaning back as he starts kissing down your neck.

This is your best friend’s brother for crying out loud. What would she think? What would she say?

“Wait, wait, Seungmin,” you tug on the strands of his hair to pull him away from you. You should probably shut your eyes while you say this. You can’t look at his face—his perfect fucking face. You’ve been drooling over his face even more than usual since he cut his bangs and added that slit in his eyebrow. You turn your head away from him, shaking it, “We can’t.”

“Why not?” He softly pushes your hands away from his hair and resumes kissing your neck.

“No—wait, wait,” you say again. “What about your sister?”

“What about her?” He pulls back from you, his face scrunched up. “I don’t want to think about her right now.”

“Well, I can’t not think about her—she’s my best friend. I don’t know if she would forgive me for this.”

“She doesn’t have to know,” he shrugs.

“Seungmin,” you plead softly. “You have no idea how badly I want this. How long I’ve wanted this.”

“How long?” he asks, resting his hands on your thighs and spreading your legs apart. He doesn’t wait for your response before asking a follow up question. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted it?”

Your eyes open wide. You watch as his finger inches higherup your thighs, slipping beneath your skirt. You shake your head again.

“You remember that summer vacation you took with us to Jeju?” he asks softly.

Of course, you remember that trip. You were sixteen. He was seventeen. You were nervous to go out on the beach in your bathing suit—your first time wearing one since your body had fully developed. You were afraid what people might think or say, but Seungmin smiled when he saw you and all your worries were flushed down the drain.

“I’d never seen you like that before,” he says. “You want to know what I did that night?”

Your eyes are locked on his arms on your thighs, his hands have now fully disappeared beneath your skirt. You feel his fingers rubbing along the edges of your underwear.

“I stroked my cock while thinking of you, y/n,” he admits.

“Seungmin,” you whisper. You place your hands on his chest to keep his mouth from coming back to yours.

He uses one finger to pull your underwear towards him.

“Do you want me to stop?”

You look around the empty dressing room, eyes keying in on the door to make sure it’s locked. You don’t want any of the other members or staff to come in and see you like this. This secret can’t get out. It could ruin everything.

“No, I don’t,” you tell him. “But that doesn’t mean we should keep going.”

He slips his other hand between the opening he created in your underwear, sliding a finger up and down your slit causing you to gasp, then moan. Your hands slide up to the back of his neck, clasping together.

He takes the opportunity to lean forward again and reclaim your mouth. You part your lips, allowing his tongue to enter. He tastes of adrenaline and betrayal. He keeps leaning forward, forcing you back against the mirror as he kisses you, his finger still sliding along your slit.

“We could stop,” he says, breaking the kiss momentarily. “If we keep going, though, I promise you I’ll never say a word.”

You weigh your options as his finger keeps teasing your pussy. You pull him to you to kiss him again—a bad decision. You’re ready to throw caution to the wind so long as he’s touching you like this.

This is the boy you’ve had a crush on since he walked you home in second grade and it hasn’t faded. As much as you willed it to. This is the boy who came to your rescue in the middle of the night when you started your period and his sister was asleep—he found pads for you and provided a change of clothes since you’d ruined your own.

This is the boy you cooked countless meals for when you would stay the night, and he returned from practice at 12:00am. When everyone else was asleep and he wanted a hot, fresh meal, you were there to serve him. This is the boy whose compliments on your cooking encouraged you to pursue culinary school. This is the boy who brought his entire group to the restaurant you work at and ensured them it would be the best meal of their life.

This is the boy you can’t get enough of. You have to have him. Even if it’s just once. Even if it has to be a secret. Even if it can never happen again.

You slide your hands down and push back on his chest once more. You hold your fist out in front of him, pinky raised. This is so wrong.

“Promise?” you ask.

He hooks his pinky through yours with a crooked grin, “Promise.”

He lowers your intertwined pinkies until your hand is at the waistband of his pants and as you fumble with the button, his lips crash against yours.

So many thoughts are racing through your head—is this really okay? Will his sister ever find out? Will you be able to live with this secret?

But then, he’s pulling your underwear down and, quite frankly, you couldn’t give two shits. That’s for the you of tomorrow to worry about. Tonight you get to have him. Fucking finally.

You successfully unbutton and unzip his pants, and he steps back to pull your underwear completely off. You relax against the cold mirror, watching as he removes the sweatshirt he’s wearing and when his bare torso comes into view, you know you’ve made the right decision for yourself.

You have to experience this. Even if it’s just once. You have to get him out of your system and lay this crush to rest.

He pushes his pants and boxers down as he steps back towards you, freeing his cock. You subconsciously lick your lips at the sight, and he chuckles in response. You wiggle around on the desk, lifting your skirt up higher and scooting to the edge.

He grabs you by the waist with one hand, and spits in the other before sliding it against your pussy. He grips the base of his cock and lines himself up at your opening.

You lock your hands together behind his neck, biting your lip and holding your breath for what’s to come. His lips are back on yours as he slowly eases his cock inside. You moan into his mouth as he buries himself in you, partially in shock that this is really happening and not another dream.

He places his other hand on your waist and moves you closer to the edge of the vanity counter as he starts slowly thrusting in and out of you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, reveling in the feeling. You rock your hips back against his. He groans and breaks the kiss, pulling back to watch his cock at work.

“You’re so wet for me, y/n,” he says.

You moan and nod.

“How long?” he asks.

You’re so focused on fucking him back it takes you a moment to realize he’s even asked you a question.

“Too long,” you breathe.

“And is it as good as you imagined?” A coy smile is on his lips.

“Better,” you reply without hesitation.

He suddenly withdraws from you, but before you can panic that you’ve said the wrong thing, he drops to his knees. He hooks his arms under thighs, hands reaching over them to spread your pussy apart. He presses a long, hard lick up your slit and you just about collapse.

Your brain cannot comprehend. Seungmin is on his knees. Licking your pussy.

“Mmmm,” he moans between licks, “we taste good together.”

You fall back against the mirror with a heavy, satisfied sigh.

Why would he say that? How can you live knowing his lips have uttered such a phrase. How can you look him in the eyes the next time you’re with him and his family, and your best friend, knowing he’s said that?

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

And then, his fingers are inside you while he sucks your clit into his mouth. And it doesn’t fucking matter. You’ll figure it out.

“Seungmin,” you pant.

He doesn’t stop his actions, but he looks up at you with those deep, brown eyes and your heart all but explodes at the sight. His face, buried between your thighs, eyes locked on you and only you as he fucks you with his fingers; his mouth working wonders on your clit.

“Can you—please,” you try to get a sentence out but your head falls back against the mirror with a thud, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your hips thrust against his fingers and mouth of their own accord and your arch your back.

“Fuck, yes,” he pauses sucking your clit to say, “Give it to me, y/n.”

And how could you not?

You grit your teeth to keep from alerting the entire backstage crew of your activities. You place your feet on the counter, gripping your hands in his hair and pushing your hips against his face as you come.

His fingers and mouth don’t stop until you’ve finished trembling. You collapse against the counter with a sigh as he stands, his mouth smiling and glistening with your juices. Holy fuck, you can’t believe your eyes.

Even in your weakened state, you still want to taste him. You use all your remaining energy to sit up and reach for his cock.

“Next time,” he says pushing your hand aside as he pulls you down from the counter.

You stare back at him, blinking. Dumbfounded.

You never intended for this to happen in the first place. Now he’s insinuating there will be a next time? You don’t know if you can handle it. But you do know that it shouldn’t happen.

He kisses you, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. And he’s right—you do taste good together. It’s a shame.  

He turns you around, forcing you down with a hand on your back until your torso is pressed against the counter. He pushes your skirt up higher, exposing your ass. He palms one cheek as he lines himself up at your entrance again. You glance at him over your shoulder, watching as he eases himself into you and let out a sigh when he’s all the way in.

It truly feels better than you could have ever imagined. Is it because this feels taboo? Is it because having his cock inside you feels like everything you could ever want or need?

You wiggle your ass back against him and turn your head to face the mirror. You watch his reflection as he slowly withdraws, then slams himself back into you. You both moan as he repeats the process, gripping your hips to pull you to him with even more force.

You lay your palms flat against the counter, bending your knees slightly to bounce back against him.

“Y/n,” he groans, his eyes glued to where your bodies are connected, “I never thought—oh, fuck!”

You fuck him back as he loses his train of thought and smacks your ass. He bares his teeth, breathing heavily as he rams into you.

This is so wrong, and you both know it. There may be consequences to pay, but it will be worth it.

“I’m gonna come,” he warns you.

You lock eyes with him through the mirror and give a subtle nod. His fingers dig into your waist, and he pulls you back against him with all the strength in him as he comes.

His thrusts slow down as he spills into you. You rest your head against the counter to hide your smile, satisfied with each groan that falls from his lips.

When he’s done, he fully withdraws his cock and takes a step back to admire his handiwork.

“Don’t move,” he says, pulling his pants back up. He then digs inside his back pocket and retrieves his phone.

“Seungmin,” you protest and start to stand.

He lowers you back against the counter and presses his jeaned thighs against your bare ass. He angles his phone above you and snaps a picture.

“I need something to get me through this tour,” he tells you.

You’re not sure what to make of that, but it feels like a compliment.

He puts his phone back into his pocket and palms your ass again, making you moan. He steps away and picks up your underwear from the ground, tucking them into his front pocket. He reaches over you for the tissue on the counter and finally wipes you clean.

“You should come out with us tonight to celebrate the start of the tour,” he says, tossing the tissue into the trash.

“I should probably go home and shower,” you say, standing up and turning to face him.

“Not yet,” he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you to him. “I want you to walk around with us on you for a while.”

You look up at him and take a deep breath. What have you gotten yourself in to?

a/n: how was that? did my best to keep it short and to the point! hehe this was fun! once again, asks are open for one-shots!

[lululeighsworld]

SIR YOU LITERALLY STARTED IT !!!!!!!!

[defmaybe]

Prudence

NMIXX’s Lily Jin Morrow x Male Reader

5.3k words

A/N: Thanks to @gangplanksorenji for the beta reading! And also I wrote this with only lust, so it might look rough lol. Thanks for reading!

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“Get your ass the fuck over here!”

An earth-shattering scream from behind freezes you in place. The voice, as you can always make up, lacks any warmth that would normally be found anywhere else. It always sends shivers throughout your body like a constant, and you can’t quite get used to it.

Another set of profanities follows. “Bitch boy, I said get—the fuck—here!” she screams out.

Following the source, you slowly rotate yourself to face her locating behind. You don’t dare to move from the spot by an inch, so you can only turn your feet, inch by inch. The floors of your shoes rub against the floor.

In your moving sight, the unhelpful bystanders are watching the scene unfold, whispering into one another’s ears. And once your eyes meet hers, you only see her smirking over the conquest once more, arms crossed, tapping her toes.

“Come.” She gestures for you to step towards her.

Every open eye is shifting between you and the blonde woman, as you agonizingly plod closer to her, arms unmoved under the distance chipped away.

“Faster, bitch,” she huffs. Her right foot is tapping even quicker.

You shut your eyes, unable to look at her smokey makeup, hence unbeknownst to the fact that she just ran out of her patience mere seconds ago. She stumps towards your sedate frame, before snatching your collar and pulling you to just a breath away from her.

“I said… faster, bitch,” she commands, and you open your eyes again, whimpering. She stares straight into your eyes, displeased with your slight disobedience. Her mouth is agape a little.

“W—What do you want this time?” you stutter out. Her minty breath hits your nostrils.

The woman continues her intimidation with a laugh. “What do I want?” And with no hint of shame in her eyes, her right hand seizes your covered crotch, drawing a few gasps from the crowd surrounding you.

“As always, you, bitch boy,” and as she finishes her words, she darts her face into your right ear, spreading her saliva onto the auricle. And, of course, you whimper out.

It’s Lily Jin Morrow, the woman who owns your ass.

—

Excitement looms in the air, under the sun; it’s the first day of your freshman year, after all. Multiple booths from the clubs found their places on the lush courtyard, parted in the middle to make way for the enthusiastic fellow freshmen. Conversations between the club leaders and the fresh faces added life to the atmosphere.

Your bag had its weight overpowering you. You paced your way through the crowd before being welcomed with the arch in the front door; the path is separated into three ways, with the navigating sign on top. It guided your trembling body to the assigned locker, new, shiny in red - a signal of the constant improvement this university had promised you months ago.

–

“Nope, not today,” Lily said.

“What do you mean?” Yoona inquired, brows arched.

“I just told you, no!”

“You don’t like mint chocolate?”

“Why the fuck would I? I could just brush my teeth for the same effect, and we just had it yesterday.”

“Excusez moi, did you just compare it to toothpaste?”

Lily stared at Yoona for a breath before breaking out a laugh.

“Yeah, it tastes like toothpaste!”

“No, it’s not!”

“Let’s say I won’t be eating that soft cream when it’s mint chocolate day.”

“Hmph! Your loss then,” Yoona chuckles at her friends’ stubbornness.

The other four women were also giggling along with the flavorful banter.

“Wait, do you guys think that is a freshman?” Lily’s laugh was cut short by words as she pointed at the man arranging his locker - you.

Her friends’ visions followed Lily’s finger onto you, struggling to put your bag’s content into the red container. Some were simpering at your predicament.

“Yeah, he definitely is,” Jinsol confirms.

“Definitely?” Lily stared at her.

Jinsol’s confidence dissolved into a shrug. “Definitely, maybe.”

“Oh fuck off, don’t say it if you aren’t sure,” Lily scoffed, before returning her vision to you.

Jinsol lightly slaps Lily’s shoulder. “Well, you can go ask him.”

“He’s a freshman, Lily,” Jiwoo popped up into the conversation. “Look at the way he’s putting stuff into his locker.”

It was true, you could barely hold your bag from falling onto the floor that day.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Lily affirms. “Let’s get to work, girls.”

–

“Ooh, what do we have here?”

You turned back to see six women surrounding you, if you remembered correctly. The candy-haired woman seemed to be the leader, judging from how she was slightly closer to you than the others.

“H–Hey,” you stuttered out, clenching your hands on your bag.

The leader’s expression was hard to determine. She scanned you from head to toes, while you took notice of her firm body and the skimpy clothes covering it. There haven't been many styles that have bound you as much as this. Her face was also different from the rest. Perhaps she has some kind of western descent. 

The white crop top didn’t help at all, with it hugging her perky breasts so exquisitely, accentuating them to create a mouthwatering sight. You swear you could drool right then and there, if it wasn’t because of your inhibition. And you’d lie to say that you didn’t look at her white shorts of the same shade, exposing much of her thighs.

“I’m looking for some entertainment,” she said, voice stern. You could only gulp.

She carried on her speech with sultry in her voice, smirking to further charm you. “I’m going to do so many things to you, and you’re going to do so many things for… me.”

Your vision was often blinded by the rapid blinks, while she continued, “If you say no, I’ll leave you alone, otherwise…”

You became a shaking mess under her seduction, the flawless approach. Your hands were trembling, breaths ragged as she closed her face in.

“What is it, huh? Yes… or no.” God.

Maybe it was the way her garment showed off the curves of her chest so clearly, maybe it was the way you garnered stares from her subordinates, or maybe, just maybe, it was her Marc Jacobs’ Perfect Intense finding its way into turning the gears in your head, you nodded, bewitched under her spell.

“Such a needy whore, aren’t you?” She grinned, before bringing her feather touch onto your bulge, fondling it with adeptness.

You whimpered at the contact, hands letting go of the bag to grab on the lockers behind you. You could see that her friends in the corner of your sight were giggling at her magic while you maintained eye contact with the perverted preparator.

“Yeah, moan for me, bitch boy,” she whispered, and you complied between the ragged breaths. It was unbelievable what was happening to you then.

The surrounding women began giggling at your faltering composure, with the leader toying with your cock through the cloth. “It’s Lily, by the way. Sophomore.” Her eyes were still locked on yours.

You moaned as Lily revealed her name, and you were under her complete control by that moment, surrendered to the contact. Her hand on your bulge felt like a torture - an unending torment of what’s coming. 

“L–Lily, please,” you pleaded.

She laughed, before leaning in close to your right ear to command in a whisper. “Then kneel, slut.”

It didn’t take more than a second for you to sink yourself onto the floor, looking up to face her grin. The name sparked something inside you - being called a slut, whore, and bitch in a matter of seconds, with her towering over you.

“Let’s get straight to the point,” she began. Her thumb played with the waistband of her shorts. Sounds of the strap contacting her skin were heard. “Wanna eat my cunt?”

It wasn’t a hard choice to be made. You profusely nodded, channeling your submissive eagerness for her. And quickly, her white shorts were dropped along with her thin panties onto the floor, giving the sight of her bare, clean-shaven sex before you.

And without a word, you gave yourself the pleasure of slowly lapping up her cunt. Her caramel-scented body wash ran into your nostrils, while the tangy taste was equally driving you insane. Her friends are all smiling at the sight in the corner of your eyes.

“Y–Yeah, fuck, you know your job, bitch boy.” Lily pushed your greedy mouth onto her, caressing your hair while doing so. She sang a string of moans over the effect your tongue was having. And seeing the opportunity, you gripped onto her shaking, exposed pale thighs to eat her wet folds better.

“Fuck!” she screamed from the sensations. Despite your tight hold, her juicy legs were still shaking from your action. You can see the contractions of her folds, as if she was ready for such a quick release. You keep your deliberate licks on Lily; bits of you didn’t want her to lose the momentum you’ve been building.

“M–My bitch boy, y–you got quite a tongue.” Both of her hands were wandering in your hair by then, trying to find solace within the furor.

You remained busy pleasing Lily; your tongue felt her contractions for an impending release. And with an unknown bravery, you unlatched your right hand from her, before plunging your fingers into her drenched cavern.

“God, w–what the f–fuck.” Her legs were profusely shaking at that point. You did your best to aim for the swollen nub with your mouth, while touching the rough spot with your digits.

“Fucking whore, is my cunt that good?” she asked, then seemed to answer her own question by pressing (somehow even stronger this time) your whore mouth harder into savoring her cunt. You had never had the chance to inhale such a pungent musk, and fuck, didn’t it send you feral?

“I–I’m gonna cum, whore, d–don’t you dare fucking stop,” she shakily asserted, as you fixated what’s between her thighs. You remained mostly as it was - sucking the clit, brushing the g-spot, with one difference. Your free hand glided up to squeeze her supple ass, making Lily’s moans grow louder. Her friends seemed to be happy with your output, chattering about your actions.

“F–Fuck, I–I’m gonna–” Lily’s façade faltered. Her legs quivered; moans jumped; chest heaved; slit contracted, and your mouth became the destination of the explosion. It was quick at the peak - a shock. And as she came down from the precipice, her expression was nothing but glee.

Lily would finally catch her breath as your mouth was aching. “Y–You are my bitch boy from now on, understand?” she inquired, her pulse was still fast, face flushed.

You nodded.

—

Lily took little time to force you into her shenanigans for that second incident. Her smokey eyeshadows and the messy hair had quite an effect on you that day. And with a few name callings and orders, you find your pants and boxers dropped to the floor in the chattering hallway.

Your body was at the edge the entire time. From the moment her tongue flicked the tip of your cock, brushing the first stroke of her saliva. God, you could cum right then and there, but not until she swallowed the entire head with her plump lips. That was when the main course began. 

With unmatched dexterity, Lily Jin Morrow didn’t start with baby steps. She threw her head forward and hollowed her cheeks immediately just to satisfy her bitch boy, taking your entire cock with ease, with the godly suction in her wet, warm cavern. And with such a reckless maneuver, you were rushing towards the cliff. Waves of sensations crashed onto your frame, drawing out a series of moans and whimpers from you. 

“Fuck—I should’ve done this since that day,” Lily says with your cock in her mouth. Her slender fingers were wrapping around your digit as a handle. Her hands run along the length to intensify the sensations. You could see her slight smile. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re so delicious, bitch boy?”

You moaned at her oral mastery in response, “I—I didn’t have the chance, Lily.” You could only seek a place on the lockers to prevent yourself from crumbling in front of the murmuring onlookers. 

You felt it - the knot tying itself in your stomach, a sign of the high. It was merely a small clump up of it. Still, with the way she sucks your cock, it rapidly tangled itself under her actions. Your hands were gripping onto the lockers, once again, trembling at how she forced your hips to move towards her mouth.

“L—Lily,” you whimpered out her name.

She pulled her mouth off your glistened cock. “What, bitch boy?” she asked with such composure that’s unable to be found in a person who just had a cock in their mouth. Her hands were still stroking along the length, hitching your breath as you tried to collect the letters.

“S—Slow down, I’m g—gonna cum soon,” you stuttered out. Her act didn’t seem to slow down to accompany your request.

“Or what, huh? Are you so afraid to unload yourself in front of these people?” Lily asked, still jerking your cock. 

You darted your eyes across the smiling, giggling onlookers, and you could not withhold your peak after being given the otherworldly blowjob in front of them, really. Plus, you couldn’t just chickened away after you fucked her cunt with your tongue like that. 

The warm hands enveloped your cock were then gone, pulling your eyes back towards Lily, who was sucking her right middle finger, coated it with her saliva similar to your cock. You were entranced at the sight of such lewdness, as she seemed to be so eager to tease her poor victim under the weight of her uncertain next action.

“L—Lily, please,” you pleaded. “Don’t tease me like this.”

She pulled her now-shone digit out of her cavern with glee. “Oh, baby, I’ll suck this cock again.” She then nicked your dick softly with her tongue, sending a jolt, and you were struggling to contain a whimper.

“I’m just going to fuck your ass with this.” She flipped you off with her glistened digit, her nail, cut for this single finger, on display.

“W—What?” you asked, voice trembling.

“Do you want my mouth on your cock, huh?” Lily pulled the strings, hovering her mouth just over the tip.

You moaned out, “Fuck, yes, Lily,” as she laughed at the sight, before recomposing herself to match her smokey makeup.

“Then let me fuck that big ass of yours, slut.”

You looked into her lustful eyes, breaths ragged. You wouldn’t deny that you could’ve said no and just rubbed yourself off to cum in mere seconds, since her oral masterclass had brought you so close to paradise. 

“Hey, I need consent,” she said, snapping you back into the wake of her expectations. “Or I’ll just get up and leave you blue-balled, which… I’d hate to see you like that.” Lily averted the eye contact by a split second at the few last words. The people around still had their eyes glued to the depravity of your cock - twitching at the sight of this emo woman.

But a spark lit up inside you. How bad could it be, anyway - having an ethereal woman fingering your ass while hollowing her cheeks around your cock? You got the chance and eventually, you nod.

Lily smiled. “That’s the spirit,” before she stuck her lubed digit up your puckered hole.

It was an almost incomprehensible cocktail; she basically rammed into your hole with her lean middle finger. It pierced your tightness, slowly finding its way to the destination.

“Ooh, what’s this?” she said, as the tip of her length grazed your sensitive spot, sending the same jolt that her mouth had made. You felt her fist pushing into your cheeks.

“F–Fuck, Lily,” you moaned out.

“What if I just…” Lily motioned a come hither with the length inside you, nudging the sensitive spot called prostate. And didn’t that make your legs wobble? The bold act (on top of it being done in front of the other university attendees) sent shivers through your body, shocks after shocks.

“Moan for me, slut,” Lily commanded, and it’s like you’d resist her words at this point.

Your mind could barely register anything beside the knot forming in your stomach and the grin Lily was giving you. Your moans created a vibration throughout the hallway, garnering even more crowd than the blowjob session earlier. And as if her finger wasn’t enough, Lily resumed her oral expertise on your twitching cock, decorated with the dripping pre-cum.

She started, with her finger inside your ass, by lapping up the nectar that was dribbling out of your writhing cock with her nimble tongue, replacing the wetness of your juice with her saliva. And it was enough to send more rounds of jolts through your body.

“This is fucking delicious, bitch boy,” Lily hummed in satisfaction. “Keep your routine like this and I’ll continue to reward you, alright?”

“O–Okay.”

Lily, still yearned for the main, sticky course, took your completely aroused dick into her mouth. Her angelic moans were stifled. Fuck, you couldn’t register shit by then - a finger in your ass nudging your prostate, and your cock engulfed in such wet heat, her hums of satisfaction with the taste of you. The combined sensations were too much to handle, and you could count down to the implosion.

“Lily, I–I–.”

Her movements grew more violent as the murmuring of the spectators went louder, along with your joyous moans. She picked up her speed to where it robbed the senses from your other parts, making you only capable of feeling the suction on your cock and the assault inside your ass. The forceful, sloppy, public blowjob by Lily Jin Morrow might as well be the best you’ll ever have.

You felt a wave building up inside your stomach - the sea levelled down. Her unrelenting assault was surely pushing the incoming crest even higher. Your legs tensed up, and Lily seemed to sense this.

“Gonna cum, bitch?” She paused her oral masterclass for a quick breath, filling the gap with her deft fingers. You groaned out at the robbed ecstasy, eliciting a grin from her. 

Yet, she didn’t let the emptiness linger for long, as she immediately fuck her mouth again. Her saliva dripped out; her emo makeup was ruined; and the curled short hair got even more messy from the act, covering her gorgeous features.

It wasn’t just the act of bobbing her head this time with the last few strokes. She locked you within the bullseye of her vision - those doe eyes, fuck. Her tongue grazed the underside of your cock, nicking your frenulum.

And as predicted, a tsunami washed over you. The crowd dissolved into a blur. Fuck, you almost fell to the ground, crushed by the weight of your own euphoria. You unloaded yourself into her mouth, writhing, screaming under the godly pleasure. Thick, white spurts painted her wet cavern. Lily and you moaned in unison, hands and her swollen lips tried to milk every drop of cum of your nectar. Your enveloped cock twitched inside her mouth, shooting a rope of cum on each vibration.

After what felt like eternity, your tsunami subsided, as Lily pumped the last few drops out of you, slowly, eyes fluttered from the feeling of your seed hitting her throat. You saw her choking on your cock a little, making the sound on the merciless twitches.

“F–Fuck, are you okay, Lily?” you uttered, still shaken from the orgasm.

Lily pulled herself off of your glistened cock - your cum and her saliva, before seeming to swallow the content inside her mouth down her throat. 

“Yeah, bitch, I just ate your cum. Any problem?” she scoffed, looking away from you. Her finger rubbed your anus as she dragged it out, evoking your one last moan.

“No–No, Lily, thanks,” you replied. Your breathing and beating of the heart were still out of rhythm. “Fuck.”

She flashed her tongue a split second, just enough for you to see that there’s no cum left behind her swollen lips. She then pulled your pants and boxers back up into their places, giving you the warmth that you had never felt from her.

“Happy, my bitch boy?” she asked without the usual aggression. You could see tinges of red in her cheeks as she looked up while redoing your belt.

“Lily, your cheeks. Are you really okay?” It’s a bit of a wonder to care about her, with all the pressings in the degeneracy. And you couldn’t quite pinpoint the beat of your heart that pushed this question out, either. Perhaps it was just basic decency shining in this predatory relationship.

She finished up the last details of your belt. “Y–Yeah, I’m fine.” You could still see her cheeks painted in faint crimson, despite her attempts to avoid eye contact as she rose back to her feet.

“Till next time, bitch boy,” she dubbed farewell, eyes elsewhere. Before she strode away from you.

“Till next time,” you replied.

–

Lily is basically devouring your right ear now, with her right hand grabbing your growing girth through your pants. “God, I wish I could just bite your ear off, bitch boy.”

You moan in response to her brimming passion. Yet, you are standing still, hands unmoved opposite to her mappings on your body. Her savoring session remains in your auricle - biting, nibbling, sucking, whatever she can do with her mouth.

“You want the same package, slut?” Lily asks, finally pulling out from your now-drenched ear.

You shake your head; your cock is aching for much more than her mouth. 

“Oh, you fucking bitch,” she chuckles, pushing you softly into the locker doors once again. No eyes in the crowd dare to look away. “You wanna fuck my cunt?”

Your length twitches inside the cage at her depraved words, involuntarily (or not) making you nod.

Lily grabs your jaw, forcing eye contact. Assertive as usual. “Then beg for it, bitch.”

You gulp, making peace with her dominance once again. “P–Please, L–Lily.”

She smiles; the warmth radiated contradicts her usual demeanor and the makeup. “God, you’re such a whore,” even if the words are still in line.

She asserts again, “Fuck my cunt the way I deserve.”

She drags both of her hands on her chest, sideways. “I saw you eyeing this on the first day.” The black crop top makes it a little hard to visualize, but it’s enough to have you drool. She then continues her striptease in front of the public - adding a little spice of swaying her hips, playing with the hem below her chest. Fuck, you can’t tear your eyes off the show. She runs her fingers between the edge of the layers of her double crop tops and her porcelain skin. Sometimes pulling it up to display the hint of her delicate boobs.

The teasing continues for mere minutes, but the intensity of it just quickens your heartbeat with each second. Your hardened cock is helplessly twitching inside your pants - a silent cry of your ardor.

And at the brim, you dash onto her succulent tits, determined to put your mouth on them. Her eluding mounds are asking to be treated too much. However, Lily reacts fast, and instantly grabs you by the throat.

“You fucking whore.” With renewed aggression, she pushes you back onto the lockers with her strength by the neck, before her tone dips into the paused seduction once more. “Couldn’t you just wait?”

“L–Lily,” you choke out. Her grey nails are digging into your throat. You’re sure that there are going to be a few crescent marks left on you.

“I was going to let you fuck me.” Her tone laces with sultry. “But you just couldn’t wait, huh, you little bitch?”

You whimper at her demeaning words - a constant, a certainty, hungry for her attention.

“If your cock and that cum don’t taste so delicious,” she continues her monologue. “I would’ve just fuck your face and get this over with.”

Lily finally lets go of your throat, stepping back, leaving the spectators whispering about the red marks on you.

“Don’t you fucking dare touch me until I say so. Are we clear?” She points at you. God, you’d let her kill you right now.

You nodded, eyes fixated on her covered chest again. Lily resumes the show, teasing you by sliding her hand under the hem of her crop tops - a hypnotic melody. Her hip is swaying, thighs following the motion, showing off her luscious curves at every turn - an enchanting percussion.

She keeps playing around the perfect cadence, tensing you up with the notes that are just short of a harmony. A show of her perky under-boobs, or the more daring black panties. The expression is nothing short of alluring - the smirk, the playful eyes, the occasional giggles at your needy response.

“You wanna see my tits that bad, huh?” Lily teases, pulling up the edge to where her right areola is on display. You bite your lip to stifle the moan.

“Come,” she orders, and who are you to resist?

Under her spell, you are lured onto Lily’s hands, too busy fondling her own mounds under her top, into the middle of the packed hallway, closer and closer; nipples are still covered. Even some professors are joining in to watch the show now. 

“Open your mouth.” More orders come along the path, and you comply, ready to latch it onto her. Lily is still teasing you with the anticipation of her bare tits, so masterfully hiding the nub with her dancing fingers.

And finally, the perfect cadence strikes. Her crop tops are pulled just right to give a peek of her pink, erect nubs. She’s as aroused as you are, and it’s beautiful. You didn’t need more commands to make your next move, bending down to hungrily sucking her perfectly sized tits. The crowd gasps.

“Fuck, just like that,” Lily moans.

You feel her hands pressing your head into her, and it’s like you’d complain. You continue sucking her perky breasts, tasting every hint of her scent. She still uses the Perfect Intense from the first day; it’s imprinted into your brain by this point. How often do you get to give head to a woman on an opening day, right? There’s a sign of her salty sweat - the component that elicits ferociousness. Fuck.

“Hmm, yeah, keep sucking my tits like that and I’ll let you fuck me.”

Your mouth gets tired from all the sucking. Yet, it’s Lily Jin Morrow, and you can’t just get enough of her. Yes, perhaps you’re already under her spell, but you’d always be glad to get just a slap to your face.

Lily would give you an easier access to her perky mounds, taking off her black top, remains just the white, collared-shirt that shows off the same amount of midriff to you. Before she unbuttons the inner garment, showing you how her bra is deemed missing for today. She leaves it just that - her white top just hanging on her shoulders; the middle parted for you to get her taste.

“God, I need your cock now, bitch boy,” she finally allows. 

And with your mouth busy, you undo your belt hastily, blinded by her mounds, stumbling along the way. You yank your whole lower attire onto the floor within seconds, and the people around you gasp again at the sight of your erect cock. Well, it won’t stop just here.

“Hmm, s–so ready for me, what a–a fucking–” Lily whimpers with you still devouring her tits, and she take off her slack and the black panties she have teased you with ease, as if she has been practicing for you. Once again, her cunt is just within your reach.

Lily unlatches you from her chest. “I need you, now.” Her eyes are burning, yearning for your twitching cock.

Just like that, you pick her up by the ass, hands grabbing the flesh. Shit, that’s definitely going to leave a mark. She straddles her meaty legs on your waist, putting her in a position to be penetrated. And you give in to her needs, pushing your clasped bodies onto the locker doors. The crowd in front gives way for you two, for your debauchery.

“Fuck me.”

It’s cathartic, as your cock pierces into her wet, tight, wanton cunt. You bury yourself to the hilt with ease, with the help of gravity. You feel every inch of her velvety walls, welcoming you for the first time. She squeezes you in the way no one can, wanting to milk every drop of your seed just like her mouth did.

Lily is drowned in her sea of pleasure and profanities right now, moaning only fucks and shits to cover the murmuring sounds from the crowd. You are fucking her so well as she does to you. It is false to say that the clenches on your cock do not pull out a sound from you. It’s a cacophony - the wet claps of her plump ass and your thighs, the moans, the chattering of the people around.

“G–God, f–fuck, ngh, ngh,” Lily cannot utter any proper word with you inside her - mouth agape, eyes rolling. Her thesaurus is burned at this point as she bounces on your cock.

She then blurts, “Y–You’re so g–good, baby.”

And that’s it, she confesses so easily (well, with a dick inside her also) - the smiles, the words, the reddish hue on her that day. They all come together here - you pounding her on the wall of lockers, in front of god knows how many people. Then, there’s the scent of your perfumes and sweat mixed, the nails digging into your shirt, and how she smiles at her own utterance of ‘baby’.

“Y–You too, b–babe,” you whimper, still ramming yourself inside her wanting sex.

Lily glances around over your shoulder, seeing the students and professors in their trances. Her vision is shaky from you fucking her cunt erratically. She bounces up and down along your hard rod. The sound of your fleshes smacking traverses through the hallway, as people gather around you even more like an assembly.

“Cum w–with me, alright?” Lily stutters. “B–Because I’m going to.”

You can feel it coming with her tight cavern squeezing around you. Again, the water level drops, anticipating something grand to come after - a tsunami.

And with the final bits of inhibition, you mutter out, “I–I’m gonna–fuck!”

You’ve never thought that your life would come to this point - cumming inside a woman in front of a crowd. Lily then silences your symphony with a kiss, one that’s brimmed with passion. She slides her tongue into your moaning mouth, as your muscles tense up everywhere.

Your cock shoots ropes after ropes inside her welcoming cunt, contracting at her own orgasm. Lily shudders in a rhythm, eyes rolling up, mouth ajar, letting her moans echo throughout the hallway. You feel a liquid being discharged onto your pubic bone - it’s her fucking squirt. Lily Jin Morrow fucking squirts with your cock cumming inside her. God.

After what feels like an eternity in paradise, both of your orgasms subsided. Your breaths are short, rapid, out of sync, together. Sweat gathers on her forehead, as she looks into your eyes, smiling without the familiar roughness for the first time.

“You did well, baby,” she says, before resting her messy head on your shoulder.

You chuckle at the fuzzy name. “So, no more ‘bitch boy’?”

“Not anymore,” Lily replies before planting a kiss on your cheek, smiling along with you. “Let’s go on a date.”

You playfully ask, “Is that another command from you, Lily?”

Lily chuckles. “Well, would you like to go on a date with me?”

You dart your eyes away onto the ceiling, contemplating her question. And the answer seemed to form itself in your mind.

“Yes.”

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[icarusredwings]

Watching interviews from the olden days and finding gold.

Finding out that Hugh Jackman having to "be the alarm clock" for James Mcavoy and Micheal Fassbender because of how hung over they were is simply hilarious.

Also finding out that James slammed them into a Lexus (only doing 12 miles an hour) got thrown 10 feet, immediately got up and looked back to see Micheal (who was once on the back of the golf cart) now sitting upright in the drivers seat after smacking his head on the seat and got a gash scar on his leg from it- Only to start "maniacally laughing" and literally RAN AWAY once blamed, Is also so young cherik coded.

These crack heads definitely were getting into some nonsense trouble.

Micheal saying he thought the scene from the strip club with charles and angel "I thought we looked like the two old men from the muppets"

Micheal calling the x men "Charlie- boy's kids". Perfection.

Also the way James looks at him when ever Micheal just bursts out into song is so pure. The "wow this idiot... thats my idiot." Glitter in his eye.

James finding out that Micheal isn't american by driving up to him on a vespa, and screaming at him in his normal voice is so funny.

"Fuck you erik-"

"His names derik."

"How long has he name been derik?"

"Since the begining- you just keep calling him that."

Even the bloopers of Hank and Charles are such a vibe.

"Hold your breath but make it look like you aren't holding your breath" Man these leather suits gave them so many problems fr.

"I already said im not a man. I cant jump this damn wall!" I think storm says as the director goes right up to hugh and is like "Litsen when I say so youre gonna jump this wall" and hughs like idk about that mate. "Ill be talking to you through the big microphone that everyone hates" says the director. "Were gonna take the batteries out if it" says someone else.

Hughs stunt double: *screams*

Hugh: Let it go sis

Hughs stunt double: *dies*

Something about how the directors talk to hugh and how hugh speaks directly to multiple set members makes me feel like half the cuts they had to make was because of him joking and being a silly theater kid LMAO

Everyone randomly dancing all the time, including old magneto.

James too. The blooper of him violently killing a bug on the chess set in the plane scene is so "insane charles" iconic.

Also poor Evan peters. He kept slipping everywhere. And theres so many shots where hes just standing there in charater getting absolutely soaked while charles and Logan do some ridiculous shit lol. Him at panels is so awkward too. Describe your character " hes a little weird uhhhh hes fast. Hes quick. He talks fast he runs fast..... uhhh its like at the atm waiting for the bastard infront of you to move out the way" "I wish my dad magneto could try these 😀" "thats my dad"

Evan also wishes they would have done the scene in apocalypse where he tells him hes his son and all the metal in the room drops. Im someone has written this already but that sounds great.

"THATS MY SON, QUICKSILVER!" Shouts Micheal multiple times. "My boy!" "Its in the genes darling." "I had him when I was very young 😁"

[herecomethatboi]

Dbd killers x gn! Reader pt.2

Part two of MC slamming killers against the wall. Now it's MC who gets slammed lol

(I remembered like... A few days ago that I have a Tumblr account and I have 70+ followers??? Oh my god??? I love you guys, and i'm so sorry for delaying this. School, life and my love life just ✨love✨ to make me suffer🥲)

((LET'S GOOO))

The Ghostface:

The cat and mouse play begun, once you heard him giggle like a kid opening Christmas presents. The chase went on for what seemed like hours.

But of course, by the rules of the Entity's Realm, he caught up.

The breath was knocked out of you as you were thrown on your front and you tried to buck him off, although now he remembered he actually has his supernatural strengh to pin you down.

He was huffing, you were out of breath and he turned you -rather harshly- on your back making you grunt. He sat on your stomach, then he raised his knife.

You thought he will stab you in the skull, so you winced and closed you eyes while shielding your face with your arms.

With a swift motion he stabbed it into the ground next to you. You lowered your arms and opened your eyes to see his...face.

The mask was thrown somewhere else.

He had a grin on his face. An arogant, stupid grin on his face.

"Caught you now..." His voice was raspy, like he hasnt used it in a while. "Thought you could run away from me?"

"No, I-"

"I think I should return the favour, no?" He cut you off with a grin. At your lack of response his grin grew. "Not so bold now, hmm?"

You glared up at him and tried to push him off, which made him grab your wrists in his hands and pin them above your head.

"Awh, last time you were rougher, i'm almost disappointed." He giggled again.

That was the last straw, and whatever adrenaline you had in your system came in the form of pushing against him and switching positions.

"I can be rough, just like last time." You grinned down at his stupid face with that stupid grin.

"Oh, please, do go on." He... Pleaded? It sounded like teasing, but the honest begging undertone was so obvious.

So, you kissed him. Pinned his arms down by his wrists, and did the knee thing, which made him shiver.

He pulled back, not expecting you to ACTUALLY do something with him.

"Oh God..." He breathed out. His cheeks were pink, highlighting some of his freckles.

"My name should be what you call." You said as you applied pressure between his legs, which made him arch up just a tiny bit.

"Oh...God..." He moved against your knee, trying to find some release.

"Good boy."

The Entity watched with pop-corn as the scene unfolded.

The Legion, Frank:

You were repairing a gen when he randomly appeared next to you. You jumped back, let out a tiny scream (and had a mini heartattack) making the generator explode, which he laughed at.

"Am I that scary? Come on now." He laughed, you glared at him.

"Oh, should I start listing why a SURVIVOR should be afraid of a KILLER?!?" You asked rather harshly. His laughing turned into snickering.

"Yeah, well, this killer has to remind you where your place is after the last time we met." You were pinned against the gen when he finished that sentence. "After all, i'm a big, scary, merciless killer. Am I not?"

You stared at him with widenes eyes for a moment, then your expression turned blank and you clicked your tongue.

"Says the guy who whimpers like a girl." That did the trick, since he started stuttering non-sense that wasn't helping his case.

"WELL FUCK YOU- you... uh- you- uhm- FUCK- uhmmmm-" You chuckled and waited for him to form a sentence.

He stabbed you angrily and ran away, like the baby he is.

Then, when he got back, he started ranting about you to the Legion, who collectively told him to fuck your brains out or you will.

Frank didn't like that, but kept it in mind.

Michael Myers:

You were alas the last one yet again. You found the hatch, but decided to just sit down next to it and wait.

Michael was nearby, you could feel it.

Ever since... THAT, he's been focusing his attention on you, even in the camp where supposedly, no killer can come too close or enter, you felt that piercing gaze on the back of your head.

It wasn't pleasant, to say the least.

So, you decided to finally have a one-sided conversation with the Shape.

If, he lets you, of course.

It took some time, but he came forward, staring at you then the hatch, then back at you, pointing his knife slightly to your only escape.

"I know, I know, I just... Wanted to talk. If it's okay?" You stood up slowly, he lowered his knife to his usual resting position. "I'm sorry. I know it was shitty of me to do that, and I wanted to know if we could just... Go back to the usual trials?" You asked, unsure of his response.

You certainly didn't expect him to slam you against the wall behind you with a hand around your throat. He wasn't choking you, just holding it, as if you were made out of porcelain.

(Which, to be honest, compared to his strengh, your neck could be considered delecate)

You froze. His breathing was deep, but calculated and slow. He then dropped his knife (which was a surprise) and lifted his mask above his lips.

Then with the same fashion you did, he kissed you forcefully.

You stopped breathing for a moment and tensed up.

The kiss ended just as quick as the last one. Then he pulled his mask back down, let go of your neck and left, leaving his knife behind.

You returned to the camp with his knife hidden away, and shocked.

+Pyramid Head: (Ya'll, he has long tongue🤭)

He's been having bad trials lately. Something was wrong, but he didn't know what it was.

Everything just felt... Off.

Then the trial with you happened.

You were new, a complete stranger, and yet, nothing indicated that you were a bad person who deserved to be punished.

Pyramid had this dawning feeling about some survivors, and you were just the same.

Wrong place, wrong time.

He didn't find it in his soul to make people like you suffer. But sometimes. People like you just piss him off.

He finished off Ada, leaving you injured somewhere on the map. He found the hatch before you, but he ignored it and went after the smell of blood.

Then he found you and with a swift motion you were against the wall.

You tried to fight, which pissed him off some more, making him let out some grunts, but nothing made you stop.

So, he had an idea.

On the front of his head, there's a little opening for his tongue to escape.

So, he did just that and stuck it into your mouth.

It was gross, sure, it didn't feel like a normal tongue, but it was an interesting experience (for him too).

When you stopped, he took out his tongue, tossed you on his shoulder and walked back to the hatch, then he dropped you and left.

He started at his reflection for hours, not knowing WHY he just... Did what he did. But kept that in mind to do it again.

Pyramid could smell the sweet sweet arousal from you, which gave him images he never did and a new hard problem to deal with.

Screw you. (Affectionatelly)

+Evan MacMillan:

Evan had a feeling someone was down in the basement, and he was right. You were there, with your newly found flashlight, frozen in place as he took up the place in the only way for you to escape.

He knew it was over for you, so he took a step toward you, but was met with something hitting his square in the forehead, harshly.

Trapper was stunned the moment you threw a flashlight at him, hitting him on his mask and cracking the top layer off of it.

He almost dropped his weapon at the impact.

He just stood there at the stairs of the basement while you looked between the flashlight on the floor and him, mortified.

Evan huffed and marched to you, which made you let out a panicked noot noot and tried to avoid his reach, which was useless.

He grabbed you, but he didn't expect to be met with the sheer force of adrenaline from you and be slammed against the hooks pillar (is it a pillar???).

You grabbed his mask, threw it away, grabbed his face and kissed him.

He just froze up, not knowing what in the nine Hells he's suppose to do.

Then, you were running away.

The kiss was... Something else for him. Which made him hide in the basement, and just rethink his life decissions.

[j-jinxee]

[ ⟡​ ] — KEEP QUIET,,

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Nijiro x Reader

[warnings — quickie, p in v, unprotected, swearing, cumming inside, semi public]

-,' syn – Nijiro needs an outlet for his adrenaline. Shooting fight scenes as Kazutora and then having to wait for others to shoot theirs, it's throwing him off more than usual tonight.

[AN] no cuz guys, Nijiro literally never shows his arms. Like bro is always wearing long sleeves, jackets, or yk just baggy shirts in general. So this 40 second clip of him (where he's literally just in his own little world on the TR set) WEARING A SINGLET like I can't deal fr, I feel like a Victorian man seeing a woman's ankles for the first time, like it's driving me up the wall.

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"mm-ngh! Niji, fuck" your small whines were quickly silenced by Nijiro's hand covering your mouth. He had previously swept you away from the set, you weren't acting in the Tokyo Revengers movie but since your boyfriend was, you watched from behind the camera with the rest of the crew. It was so cool seeing your boyfriend in his element, you usually weren't allowed to be with the crew since you don't actually work for them, but the TR production was pretty laid back and let you stay to watch. Which is what you were doing, until about 5 minutes ago.

Nijiro was frustrated with the way they were filming. Usually they'd film a single characters scenes all at once, so they wouldn't have their actors coming on and off constantly, but for some reason they changed it for tonight. The night where Nijiro had to film his biggest fight scene.

It was really pissing him off, the way he'd get fully committed to the character, and then be told to go off and take 5 because they needed to shoot someone else. Why would they change the formula? It was perfect the way it was, now the production will suffer.

And above all else, Nijiro was told to take 5 right when his adrenaline would reach its peak. Naturally, he needed an outlet, a way to keep his energy up. Luckily, his favourite thing to put his energy into was standing right infront of him.

"keep quiet f'me baby.." he whispered, gently covering your mouth with his hand. The only lighting in the bathroom being from the dim street lamps outside, increasing the secretive atmosphere. You were pinned against the bathroom wall as Niji buried himself in your cunt, practically imprinting his shape into your walls. Your eyes travelled down to his arms, fuck. You mentally thank the costume team for finally getting Nijiro to wear a singlet, he never wore shirts that showed off his arms, so you made sure to remember this session over the rest. His sweat gleamed in the faint warm light, decorating his neck and collarbones, your eyes fixated on his fake neck tattoo. Fuck, you'd have to convince him to cosplay or something after this, the sight mixed with the pleasure he gave you was making your head spin.

His arms and shoulders flexed with each thrust as he held you up by your thighs, fucking into you like this was the last time he'd ever get. It took everything in you not to scream out his name, along with a nicely crafted string of cuss words, letting everyone hear how good he fucks you. Small whimpers were the most you could let out, not wanting Niji to get punished for having a quickie mid set.

"You're so good f'me... fuck baby" His voice was intoxicating, his touch made you feel ways you've never felt before. Your arms rested over his shoulders, not that they needed to — his strong hold kept you up with no issue. You were sure that if he fucked you any harder, you'd end up bringing down the wall you were currently pinned up against. He felt the need to groan louder, feeling it build — his mouth soon found your neck, sucking on your sweet spots, only bringing you closer to the edge.

You felt Nijiro's hips stutter, followed by his teeth digging into your skin a little harder than before.

"m-mmh cum, cum with me baby" His hot breath laced your jawline as he rutted into you faster than ever. Feeling that familiar knot in your stomach about to snap, you couldn't stay silent anymore.

"mmh- cumming.. cummingcummingcummi- ahh!" You cried into his neck. Shortly met with the feeling of your walls being painted by Niji's hot white seed, filling you up, keeping you warm. You could swear you saw heaven for a second, his touch made you drunk, reaching a state of euphoria you could never get anywhere else.

His arms gently let you back down, still keeping you steady with your bodies pressed together as you could barely stand. Whispering sweet praises in your ear as his hand went down to fuck his cum back into you, not letting any leak out. You smiled weakly as his words laced your eardrums, almost forgetting he was in the middle of his job.

"Nijiro! Wherever you are, you're back on in two." The director shouted.

"Fuck, 'm sorry baby. I'll take care of you when we're home ok? I love you" He said, getting his pants back on at the speed of light. Not bothering to wash his hands, but instead resorting to licking your combined juices off his fingers, and with a quick kiss to your cheek, he was gone.

You knew he'd keep his word, now all you'd have to do was wait till you got home to recieve his aftercare.

can't wait.

[miley1442111]

treatment plan (part 2)- a.hotchner

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summary: aaron oversteps and it starts a fight.

pairing: aaron hotchner x insomnia! reader

warnings: angst, discussions of insomnia and feeling 'different' because of it, mental health, crying, happy ending, aaron is insecure, fighting, suggestive at the end

part of this au:

insomniac

treatment plan (part 1)

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You walked into work the next day, exhausted and rather irritated. Aaron was a tyrant as he shouted and screamed about anything small anyone did wrong, even when Derek made a dumb joke on the plane. The case was tough, three girls gone missing with nothing to connect them, apart from their clothing. You had nothing to go off of, and on top of it, it was a dead of winter in fucking Maine. Freezing didn't even begin to cover it. 

“This is a shithole,” you sighed as you walked into your hotel room. You knew Aaron was behind you, you knew he was going to try to talk to you, and in all honesty, you didn’t give a shit. You had absolutely no time for him. He’d called you selfish. When you did everything he asked of you, and more. Pathetic. He was the selfish one. 

“We’re in a remote town, what were you expecting,” his calm, yet cutting voice drove the wedge further between you, and suddenly the room became much colder. 

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, sarcasm dripping from your voice. “A Four Season’s?”

He scoffed. “Maybe then you’d actually sleep.”

He noticed how your face fell, and he really noticed when you locked yourself in the bathroom, taking a very long time to shower. He sighed as he sat on the bed, his pyjamas on, but he wasn’t tired. He was just… upset? Annoyed? Guilty? He wasn’t sure. What he did know was that he was sorry. He wanted you to come back home, come back to him. He wanted to hold you as you slept soundly under him, when you weren’t plagued with your anxieties and stress of the day. Those peaceful moments where you wouldn’t look back at him, because when you did he felt himself open. He felt like a raw, open wound when you looked at him. He often felt stupid because of it. Were you as affected by him as he was you? Was your world constantly flipped on its head every time he walked into the room like his was when you did?  

No, because Aaron Hotchner, boring, logical, unemotive, shy, Aaron Hotchner was nowhere near your excellence or beauty. Nowhere near your humour and tantalising smile. Nowhere near you emotional expressions and unwilling intelligence. 

Aaron knew he had no chance with you from the get-go, and he had been shocked when you’d asked him out, after months of pining after you. As he watched you with Jack, with the team, he saw himself slowly falling into your orbit, and falling in love. 

And he fucked it up, all because he was worried, and far too logical for love to work. 

He turned off his light and turned over. He didn’t turn around and comfort you when he heard your soft sobs, and he only let himself cry when he was sure you were asleep. God, why couldn’t you two just talk?

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You woke up before Aaron, a rare thing, so you took full advantage. You left the hotel before him, got to the precinct first, and kept going with the case, Spencer and Emily by your side. When Aaron came in thirty minutes later, you were already on your way out to interview the families with Jj, so he couldn’t talk to you. 

You two were called back after another body had been found later that day, the sky already dark as you two pulled up to the scene. Aaron was waiting. 

“I’ll take Agent Y/l/n, you can go back to the precinct Jj, thanks.”

And there was no room for arguing.  

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You and Aaron walked onto another crime scene, the dark sky and minimal light making the small path difficult to see. You didn’t even want to be around Aaron, let alone around him in a professional setting. Everyone on the team knew what was going on because Penelope cannot keep things to herself. You stepped, squinting to see the tiny dirt path through the trees and bam, you were sliding down a mud hill. 

“Fuck!” you shouted, finally stopping at the bottom. You were covered in mud, you were exhausted, and you were upset. Not a good mix. You felt the tears of frustration well up in your eyes, but swallowed them down when Aaron came to your rescue.

“Are you hurt?” he asked frantically, checking your body for cuts and bruises. “Y/n!”

“I’m fine Aaron, I just slipped,” you sigh, getting up with his help. “I’ll head back to the hotel and shower, I’ll see you in the morning-”

“Let me come with you, please,” he pleaded. You reluctantly agreed and off you two went, back to the hotel. 

You stood in the lobby, muddy and cold as Aaron got the room keys. 

He stared at you as you waited for the elevator.

“Let’s go Aaron,” you sighed. You walked in silence to your room, and when you went into the bathroom, locking the door behind you, Aaron sat on the bed and sighed. What the fuck was he going to do? 

He’d fucked up before, but not like this. He knew he was pushing you when he said what he said, but he was just so scared, so worried, so… uncontrolled. He didn’t know what to do, a new feeling for him. 

“Y/n,” he called from the other side of the bathroom. “I’m sorry.” 

He heard you mumble something. “Can I come in?” He asked. Suddenly the door was unlocked and he was let in. 

“What do you want?” You asked, washing your hair in the bath. Aaron gulped, god you were gorgeous. 

“I’m sorry about the fight,” he admitted, trying to keep his thoughts off your body. “I know I should’ve respected your decision, but I’m really fucking scared. I’m really, really scared. I’ve never had to think about this, and with all the awful facts Reid keeps telling me-”

“You need to stop listening to him,” you chuckled. “And I understand. It can be a lot, even for me.”

While you were annoyed at him, you understood where he was coming from. This was scary. The statistics were scary. The diagnosis was scary. He was just trying to look out for you, like he always does, and maybe a part of what he was saying was right. Maybe you should keep trying, it just gets hard when you are constantly told that you’re untreatable. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “Can we start talking to each other again?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, and I’m sorry I ran away.” 

“I deserved it,” he chuckled. “So…?”

“So… I will go back to looking for treatment,” you said and his face lit up. “But if it gets too much for me I will stop again. And I’m not selfish for doing that.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry I ever said that, you’re the most selfless person I've ever met.”

“And also,” you added. “I love you, but you cannot keep taking your frustrations out on me and expect me to be alright. That’s not fair.”

“I promise,” he nodded. 

“Then, I think we’re back to normal,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his hand. “Love you.”

“I love you too,” he smirked, allowing his mind to focus on other things…

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Requesting Fear 14 “Just stay on the phone with me, please?” With Terry Richmond, please?

“I’m here on the scene downtown and there appears to be some sort of…anomaly in the sky. We haven’t been able to decipher what it is yet but - oh my God. Oh my God! What is that?” 

Sounds from the television in the other room had long retreated to the recesses of Terry’s mind as he barreled through the house in search of supplies. Generator? Check. Gas cans? Got it. Weapons? On deck. 

His cell phone rested between his neck and shoulder while he collected additional bullets and blades from the hidden pantry beneath the carefully concealed back entrance in the kitchen. He couldn’t be too safe or too prepared. What he could be was frustrated once his call went unanswered for the second time. 

“This voicemailbox is full. Hang up an-”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He chanted to himself as he filled a tackle box with shotgun rounds. “Pick up, Layla. Pick up!” 

“Dad, what’s going on?” 

Terry’s heart lept into his throat from the startle of his son’s raspy voice. His body temperature spiked. Stress sweat made his armpits burn. His eyes darted between the gun in his hand and Benji’s worried expression. 

“We gotta go, buddy. Remember what I told you?” 

Benji blinked and nodded. “That one day we’d have to leave because people would come here to hurt us?” 

“Exactly. It's that time. Get your bag. Don’t grab anything extra. Be back down here in two minutes. We don’t have a lot of time.” 

“Where’s Mom?” 

“I don’t know, bud. I’m trying to find her. Just, please, go get your things.” 

“But we can’t leave without Mom!” 

“BENJAMIN!” Terry’s voice boomed as frustration and worry began to gnaw at his racing mind. He quickly took a deep breath before approaching Benjamin to get eye-level with the scared child. He reached out to wipe a fresh tear from his cheek. “I didn’t mean to yell, but son, we gotta go. Cooperate with me, okay? Get your things. I’ll find your mother. I would never leave without her, you know that.” 

“You promise?” 

“On my life. Never.” 

Benji accepted his father’s promise without a word, choosing to remain quiet and do as he was told. 

Terry watched until his son was out of sight before taking a deep breath. He had to find her. Not just for Benjamin. He had to find her because he wasn’t sure if he could continue living if she didn’t walk through the door. They’d prepped and planned for the inevitable for years. He needed Layla more than anything. 

Rushing back to his phone, Terry frantically pressed her name in his contact list. 

One ring. A second ring. A third. Four. 

“Layla don’t do this to me. Answer!” 

A brief pause stopped the agonizing ringing on the other line and connected them. Terry gasped for the air he didn’t know he was dying for as he listened for her voice to greet him.

Screaming erupted on Layla’s end of the phone. Then panting. Rustling indicated that she may be running but she said no words to hint at her status.

“LJ! LJ, are you there?” Nothing. Only quickening pants and deep breathing in what sounded like a mad dash to escape. “LJ, say something!” 

Silence greeted him until she was able to breathe out a barely audible whisper. “Terry, leave the house. Take Benjamin and go. Don’t wait for me. I won’t make it in time.” 

“Don’t say that. I can buy some time. We’re far enough out.” 

“No. Leave. I’ll meet you. 50 miles southwest, just like we planned.” 

“Where are you? I’ll come to you right now.” 

A blood-curdling scream rang out in Layla’s background, so loud that Terry was forced to pull the phone away from his ear until the screaming was cut abruptly. Layla sniffled before answering. 

“50 miles southwest at the water tower. The key for the well-hatch is buried in the thicket to the right. I’ll knock twice so you know it’s me. I gotta go.” 

Terry cursed to himself as he gathered supplies and made his way out of the pantry. “Please, just stay on the phone with me. Please.” 

“I gotta go, baby. Kiss Benji for me. If I’m not there by tomorrow afternoon…make sure you tell him how much I love him.” 

“Layla.” 

“I love you, Terry. Bye.” 

Once Layla ended the call, the dial tone’s dull buzz sounded like a sick taunt to Terry. He closed his eyes to compose himself while he wished away the tears prickling his eyeballs. 

Benji’s light footsteps and quiet question brought him back to the present quicker than he wanted. “She’s not coming, is she? We have to leave without her?” 

“She’ll meet us,” Terry answered attempting to sound confident. “Don’t worry about Mom. She’ll meet us like how we planned. C’mon. Grab the water from the garage and put it in the car for me. Can you do that?” 

Benjamin honored his father’s wishes with a solemn nod and disappeared to complete his task. 

As much as he wanted to scream to the ceiling, Terry couldn’t force the sound up his throat and past his lips. Instead, he slung his duffle bag over his shoulder and stood up a little straighter. He collected the tackle box in his right hand, then grabbed the royal purple duffle by his feet. He couldn't leave room for doubt and what-if's.

She'd need fresh clothes when she met them at that water tower 50 miles southwest.

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Hey there, I love your writing! (you may know because I'm always around hehe). You're smooth, set a good flow even with the one shots, I look forward every Saturday to read a new chapter🥺 It's definitely the best girls for the girls writing!!!

And, I have a request hehe, I just read 'Weeping Angel' and I had the thought about Valeria finding a girl that works in her cartel who is the opposite, instead of crying she gets on with Valeria atitude.

Something about Valeria been rude, that harsh and mocking tone she has that's chef kiss, she screaming with her crew? Barking orders with her brows narrowed? Reader LOVES IT, just staying around looking with doe eyes at the cartel mami being a sexy leader all day.

Hiii Infeeeerno!!! I see you in my notifs all the time. Always makes me smile 🫂

I'm glad you're enjoying my writing, as a self-proclaimed girl lover, I naturally like to write for them

I can't even lie watching scenes where Valeria is angry just does something unspeakable to me. Something about aggressive outspoken women is just so... I say I want her to yell at me like that but I'm probably more like Reader in Weeping Angel

That being said I wouldn't mind her making me cry anyway

Tags/Warnings: Valeria Murders a Man, Valeria is Mean to Reader, Reader is Into it

Yell For Me

Valeria is yelling again. Someone messed up a shipment and it was costly. She's all but throwing a fit over it. The two men responsible are forced to face the brunt of her fury. She's throwing things and cursing. It's the most beautiful thing you've seen. Raw passion and emotion clings to every insult and curse she hurls at them. Valeria waves her arms around as she rants, the muscles in her biceps flexing with each movement.

"-Fucking idiots! How do you mess up such a simple thing?"

You almost feel ashamed over how attractive you find her when she's angry.

The men try not to react when she prowls closer. The smell of violence is in the air. She doesn't even hesitate when she pulls out her gun and shoots one of them in between the eyes. So sure of herself and her decision making. Valeria is a woman that knows what she wants and isn't afraid to be vocal when she doesn't get it. Before the other man can process what happened she's grabbing him by the hair and dragging him back roughly. Throwing him to the floor. You hear the breath knocked from his lungs.

You watch, entranced, as she beats him. Balling up her fists and repeatedly pounding into his face and chest. It's quick and efficient. Though he's still left twitching. It seems Valeria is feeling merciful today. She leans down close to his ear and hisses out a warning.

"Fuck up again and you'll be drifting home in pieces."

You want her to hit you and threaten you like that. Please, lord, just once let it happen? She stands and steps over his body like it's trash on the sidewalk. Valeria stalks past you and you turn and follow her dutifully.

You two walk into the elevator and wait while you ascend. Valeria's gray tank top has a few specks of blood staining the front. Speckled just under her rosary. She's still tense which has her flexing her arms unknowingly. You want to run your fingers over them. At a closer look you see small, silvery ropes of scar tissue littered among her arms.

"What the hell are you looking at?" She snaps, breaking your focus. Your eyes snap up to hers. Meeting her glare head on.

"Nothing." You murmur. 

"Well cut it out, pendeja." She growls. "It's rude to stare. Ya deberías saberlo, imbécil."

"Sorry." Though you're not really sorry.

The elevator doors slide open and she's out. You follow close behind like an over eager puppy.

"You!" Valeria says harshly, pointing at a man going over inventory. He jumps and looks at her.

"What?"

"Go to the warehouse by fifth and make sure everything is accounted for." She demands. Brows lowered. Valeria has one of those voices that commands attention even when it's not barking orders at you. When she's not yelling, she's usually being sarcastic and sneering at whoever she's speaking to. Like they're stupid and inconveniencing her by talking to her. The man nods and scurries off. She rubs a hand over her face. Something she does when she's getting a headache - and you're delighted to be privy to that information. "We have paperwork to do." she says.

Valeria can feel your eyes boring into the side of her head. She tries to ignore you while she works. You're weird. Valeria thinks of you as strange. She's seen that look on your face whenever she's bitching someone out. Eyes wide and glazed over, lips parted like she's giving the most compelling speech to ever grace your ears. Even when she's yelling at you for doing something wrong you have that look. She suspects you're into that kind of thing. It's not like she purposefully puts on a show for you sometimes. Playing up her anger to worse than it is. Even if she was, so what? Valeria isn't the type of person to be looked at with awe, and while she does revel in the fear and hate, it feels nice to be looked at differently.

It's hard to find someone who is able to withstand her temper and sharp tongue. Not only are you able to withstand it, but you seem to like it.

"You're staring. Again." she drawls. Looking up at you with an unamused expression. Anyone else would look away under her withering glare, not you though.

"Sorry."

But you're not. She leans back in her chair and rests her forearm on her desk. Not subtly flexing it for you. "Did you do anything productive, or have you been staring this whole time?" She snaps at you. "You told me you could handle this work, but it feels like something as simple as paperwork is too hard for you."

"I can do paperwork." You reply. Your voice is quiet but not because you're hurt or scared.

"Then do it." she says dryly. You look down and return your attention back to your task. You're weird, but Valeria likes that you aren't scared of her. Valeria likes the way you look at her, like you're five seconds away from pouncing on her.

It's hard to focus on your work when Valeria is only a few feet away. The desire to look at her face, mature in a way that only age and stress can do, is strong. She's strong, and aggressive, and homicidal, and so, so hot. You need her to scream at you, then you'll die happy.

"When we're done, we're going to go bet something to eat." She says. It's a command, not a request.

"Like, you and me?" You ask hopefully.

Valeria sighs irately. "Do you see anyone else in the room I could be referring to?" She asks dryly. 

"Right." You smile.

Valeria shakes her head and mutters under her breath.

"So..." You pipe up after a few minutes, watching her scowl when you do anything besides work. "Are we going to dinner in a date way?"

"Did you inhale paint fumes as an infant?" Valeria retorts. "Yes, it's a date. If you keep asking me dumb questions it won't be anymore."

"Sorry." You reply, still smiling dumbly. Forever unperturbed by her words.

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Truth or dare ? 💚

Rating: +18

Word count: roughly 3.5k

Summary: playing a round of “Truth or dare” with the Avengers you challenged Loki for a dare -and he accepts it .

Warnings :NSFW,+18,smut,drinking , kissing,breast playing,fingering, edging,overstimulation, orgasm control, spanking , consensual sex

Final :orgasm, creampie , cum , a bit of soft Loki cuddles

The bottle was spinning and everyone held their breath. Steve had already danced the Macarena, Dr Banner had to eat fish which he totally doesn’t like at all , Thor was stripped , only in his underwear , Tony had to chew a whole box of menthol chewing gums and Natash had to scream her lungs out the balcony that her only boss in life is Tony Stark. As everyone watched, the bottle stopped turning, pointing its neck at Bucky.

"Yes!" Natasha yelled, raising her fist in triumph, "Truth or dare?"

Everyone turned their eyes on him while Bucky let out an annoyed huff, the corners of his lips pulling into a disgruntled pout. "This is dumb." Yet, after a short pause, he scoffed "Ok, dare."

"Alright!" she squeaked with joy, squeezing her eyes shut, "Tell us a joke."

"A what?" Bucky's face went blank.

"A joke. You know, make people laugh," Natasha's voice oozed with disbelief but she grinned like a thousand volts nonetheless.

Bucky’s face was still blank, deep in consideration though.

Then he rasped slowly "Why did the monkey fall out of the tree?"

Silence.

"Because it was dead." He deadpanned.

Silence again.

"Ewww, that was gross!" Natasha broke the silence and stuck out her tongue, cringing as was the rest of the members, "And not funny at all."

"Mate, don't ever– just don't," Tony took a shot glass, filled it up, and held it up "Drink up. That was horrible, you deserve it."

Bucky drank up, but not without glowering at everyone.

Next was your turn. You spun the bottle and everyone stared at it expectantly. It stopped pointing at Loki.

His smug grin spread wide in his face when your eyes met. Before you could even open your mouth he already said "Dare for you,cutie."

You rolled your eyes. He was always like that. Smug and annoying. And handsome. He brought your blood to a boil in an instant with his cocky attitude. Time you showed him who held the reigns. "I dare you to get a Jacob's ladder!"

Just as fast as you said that your hands shot up to cover your mouth, cheeks going ablaze, eyes wide with shock over the words that had just come out of your mouth. The entire room had fallen silent, everyone was staring at you both, waiting for the scene to unravel in front of them.

But Lokis smirk spread even wider as he leaned forward to get closer to you, his mesmerizing blue eyes boring into yours.

“Already have that doll. Long time ago when I started dating midgardian women . be more original," he cocked his head and raised his brow, eyes half-lidded.

A deep inhale went around the room at his revelation, and you felt a heat pool deep in your guts, your cheeks going ablaze even further. At a loss for words, you did not know how to respond. Blood rushed in your ears and then you heard Loki break the silence.

"Now here's my dare. Your room or mine?" He rasped, holding out his hand.

Still too dumbfounded to respond, he raised to his feet, grabbed your hand, and pulled you up. With a big knowing grin, he dragged you off to the hallway, waving the others farewell with the words "Y'all can continue playing alone. Don't expect us back for the night."

“Hey rain deer games don’t even think that I will let you …Tony started but he s been cut out by Natasha’s elbow in his ribs . Her eyes burned him alive because she knew you held feelings for him and it was finally the time that he took the first step .

Once you reached the hallway, you blurted out "Loki. What the fuck are you doing?"

But before you got an answer he crashed you against the wall, latching his lips onto yours.

“I am aware of your feelings my little mortal *he cooed . And I am willing to show you that I feel exactly the same way as you

The kiss was so hungry, hot, and eager. His tongue dug deep into your mouth, while he pressed against you, his bulge already hard, straining against the fabric of his pants, rubbing into your hips.

A little whimper escaped your mouth, as his one hand slipped behind your neck, holding you in place, the other one trailed under your shirt.

The kiss got deeper the further up his hand got until it cupped your breast through your bra and that's when your resolve melted, moaning into his mouth, shuddering while a shiver crept up your spine.

“Lo please *you whimpered . Show me what you’ve got .

There was a slight chuckle against your lips and he squeezed your breast, first once then twice until he got impatient and pushed your bra up and your tits spilled free.

Your breaths turned heated, his lips pressed harder on your mouth, he tilted your head to dive in deeper as he alternately groped your breasts.

His hips rutted against you now with a feverish pace when he suddenly let out a curse and broke free, having you gasp for air. His eyes glowed hungrily, taking in your disheveled state.

"Y/n, you're gonna make me cum if we continue like this," he huskily whispered, a boyish grin spreading across his face.

You pulled your bra back down, swallowed, and managed to croak out "Your room then," mind still dizzy from the heated encounter.

He grabbed you by your arm and pulled you with him towards his room. Once through the door, he used his Æsir to kicked it shut and also put a spell on the room to become soundproof then finally he was all over you again.

It was a stripping off clothes, a stumbling, heated kisses pressed against each other's lips as you both managed to bridge the distance to the bed. Loki had kicked off his boots and you frantically pulled off his tunic revealing his lean, muscular torso .

Your breath hitched at the sight but he just shrugged and moved about getting you undressed.

Standing in your underwear in front of him, he cocked his eyebrow and whistled "Never knew you hide such perfection under all those clothes," and you couldn't help but feel the redness spread through your cheeks again.

He stepped up to you, and you felt his bodyheat, could smell him again, this intoxicating mix of whiskey and cinnamon . Your chest heaved and fell with every deep excited breath you took.

There was an insatiable hunger in his vibrant eyes and he pushed you slowly towards the bed. When the back of your legs hit the bed, you looked up at him.

"Lo, I-" but you couldn't finish when his hands wrapped around your back and with a squeak of yours toppled you over, laying you onto the soft sheets.

Not breaking eye contact, you propped yourself up on your elbows, crawling back, making room for him.

Chuckling lowly, he kneeled down as you watched him pull your panties down. He let out a sharp hiss through his teeth seeing the strings of wetness clinging to your panties snap, as he pulled them lower.

"Fuck Y/n–" was all he was able to mutter as you lifted your legs and he pulled the string of fabric off, smelled on them, and tugged them in his pant pocket.

“Ready to have some fun?” he straightened up, cocked his head, and grabbed his fat hard bulge with his hand, squeezing it and letting out a pleased groan.

You nodded shyly and he bent forward again, moving to hover over you, his eyes eyes so seductive, they seemed to suck you in. His lips were suddenly so close, his breath hot on yours and then he met you for a sultry kiss, lazily working his mouth against yours.

Writhing below him, you lifted your arms to weave your fingers through his soft raven hair, while he rutted his dick against you, thrusting hard against your already swollen sex. You could feel the heat of his erection through his pants, and you were gonna go insane if you didn't feel him inside you soon.

Arching your back, he snaked his hand behind it and undid the latch of your bra with his skilled fingers. Continuing to kiss, he pulled it off, while his mouth trailed down along your cheek, continuing to press hot kisses all over your neck and collarbone.

Once his mouth reached your breast, he started lapping, kneading them with his large calloused hands and you couldn't help but let out a choked gasp. He bit into your nipple, ignoring your sudden shriek. You couldn't help but screw your eyes shut, moaning out as every lick and nip sent a shiver up your spine. Eventuall pulling back, he released your breast with a plop and looked at you with eager eyes.

You were squirming below him, the heat between your legs burning like a melting furnace, needing more of him as you arched your back, begging for him to please you.

"So needy–"he purred into your inner thigh skin

“Yes,” you whimpered, too drunk on the feeling of him so close, invading all your senses.

His hand slowly snaked downward, coming to a rest over your warm folds and then he slowly slid his fingers over them. First once, then twice with an agonizingly slow pace.

“Gods , so wet,” he shuddered, teasing his fingers over your cunt again while you let out a weak whimper.

He started rubbing your clit, repeatedly dipping down to stroke over your pussy having you choke out one moan after another. With each swipe and flick over your clit you felt the climax nearing until you were right on the edge, closing your eyes in anticipation – but then he pulled his fingers out.

"LOKIIIIII !" You wailed out in frustration, throwing your head back at the sudden loss of stimulation, but he just chuckled lowly.

"What?" a smirk spreading across his face, knowing all too well what you were implying.

You moaned, hating his smugness, and reached down to try to give yourself the much-needed stimulation. But he grabbed your hand, pinning it above your head, latching onto your neck, and started sucking, leaving a reddening mark.

Then he eased two fingers inside of you without a warning. Your eyes went wide and you gasped at the sudden stretch. Clenching around his fingers, that relentless stimulation had the tension inside of you so close to bursting. He kept rutting his fingers in and out of you while you moaned and writhed beneath him, eyes almost crossing with lust.

But then, just as you were about to fall off the edge again, he stopped, pulling his fingers out, holding them high to show you the glistening juices clinging to them.

“Fuck– Loki," you choked, somehow managing to swap him at his broad chest, nearly in tears from being denied again.

He just snickered softly into your neck, teasing his fingers over your quivering cunt as he waited for you to come down.

As your breathing had calmed a bit, he pushed his fingers back into your pussy. Oversensitive and frustrated as you were, you couldn't help a shuddering moan from falling off your lips. As soon as his dexterous fingers curled up against your special spot, you were a goner, your climax surfacing so quickly, it had you breathless.

All you knew was him inside of you, pumping his fingers into your g-spot. You were speeding toward your orgasm, bucking off the bed, pushing your hips to meet his fingers, wanting him to go deeper. You started whimpering, your cunt tightening around him as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge again. You couldn't form coherent words anymore, desperately needing the release.

When you were about to release, your legs shivering, aching, falling to the side, your walls suddenly clenched around nothing as he pulled his fingers out again.

You almost cried, your body and mind aching with frustration. A teasing grin on his face, he sat back on his heels.

"You did fantastic, kærasta," he pressed a gentle kiss on your mound, making you jerk involuntarily.

Adjusting between your spread legs, he pulled his pants down and off to free his dick. Your eyes, lashes thick with tears, wander down and you gasped, not expecting the sight in front of you. He was big, girthy, and hard, his pink pierced tip dripping precum in excitement. You could see the metal barbells running along his underside and couldn't help but drool at the thought of him inside you.

With a smirk on his face, he grabbed you by the hips, and flipped you over onto your stomach, as if it was nothing. You yelped, surprised by the sudden change in posture. Grabbing your hips again, he pulled you towards him. Loki’s hands slid over to your lower back and gently but determinedly pushed you down to lie with your breast flush against the mattress.

Your ass and hips were now raised into the air, his fingers tracing little circles into the skin along your back, making you shiver.

And then you felt it. The hard metal of his piercing, as his tip pressed against your entrance. He slid his cock back and forth over your slick folds, smearing his precum with your juices. You were so oversensitive from all the denial that when the piercing caught your clit you had to bite into the sheets not to cry out loud.

"Lo, please,” you sobbed and pleaded, tears springing to your eyes, so desperate to feel him inside of you.

"I know babe, I got ya–" he said breathily and you just had enough time to take a deep breath before he lowered his body, his tip pressing into you.

Your hands fisted the sheets, your mouth biting into the fabric, the feeling of the metal ring on the tip of his dick rubbing along that special spot being too much. And then the first barbell entered and you bit your lip until it drew blood.

The feeling of him stretching your aching walls had you almost instantly fall over the edge as a loud choked moan spilled from your mouth.

"Shit, babe, I'm gonna—" You squealed out but a sudden sharp pain on your butt cheek had you screaming and ripped you from your blissed-out stupor. Loki ran soothing circles over the reddening spot forming on your skin where his hand had just smacked you.

"Don't cum yet," he scowled and you huffed into the sheets, frustrated tears pricking at your eyes.

Then he pushed in further, groaning with every barbell of his Jacob's ladder disappearing into you. It was more than overwhelming. There was so much of him pressing inside of you and he just kept going in.

“Lo—” having been edged so many times, you were so sensitive, just struggling to last, holding your breath, trying to focus on anything else but the feeling of him inside you, his cock filling you to the brim.

But you couldn't.

Your fingers screwed at the bedsheet, your breath hitched in your lungs and all you felt was the burn, the burn of him stretching you so thoroughly.

"Fuck, so damn tight–," he shuddered, allowing your body a moment to adjust to the size of him inside you.

“You OK?” He asked, kissing you softly on your back.

You were only able to respond with a shaky nod of your head, your entire body trembling like a firework close to exploding.

"Ok doll, let's do this," he purred into your ear after he gave you a moment more. And with that he started moving at a frantic pace, making you cry out loud.

With the piercings rubbing all the right spots, being so overstimulated, and finally being able to let go, you felt yourself hurl towards the edge, all feelings focused on him ramming in and out of you.

It sent heat into your gut, made your toes curl, as a tingling feeling increased and spread throughout your body, the coil winding tighter in your core, growing, tensing with each of his movements.

With everything focused on his pierced cock driving in and out of you, causing delicious friction at just the right spots, you forgot about your surroundings.

You could barely process anything anymore, your mind too dumb with the white heat starting to burn your insides. You slowly felt your composure crumbling and struggled to hold back your orgasm.

His hips bucked into you at an unforgiving speed, making you bounce from the force, each rut pushing you closer to your high. You couldn't hold back anymore, the pleasure too intense, your mind whitening out. You were crying for real now, lashes thick with tears.

"That's it, gorgeous, cum for me," Loki groaned, breathless, close himself.

That's all it took for you to go spiraling, falling as the coil snapped, sending the first intense wave of pleasure through your body. Your walls clamped down on him, increasing the pressure, each thrust feeling better, more intense.

You buried your face into the soft bed sheets, moaning desperately as yet another orgasm hit you full force, wrecking your body and your mouth dropped open for a high-pitched cry.

Loki was starting to lose it as well, lazy eyes hazy with pleasure, his climax building with every feverish thrust of his behind you. You heard him groaning, swearing under his breath, diving into you while you kept coming around his dick.

With a final broken moan, his hips stuttered to a halt, and you felt him twitch inside you as he came, pumping you full of his seed, while he panted above you, his hair sticking to his face in sweaty strands.

Giving his hips a few more agonizingly slow thrusts, he pushed his cum around, making a sticky mess between you and his pelvic.

A few moments later, he slid out of you. You instantly collapsed onto the bed, not having him hold you up anymore, your combined juices seeping out between your puffy folds and dripping down, making a puddle on the sheets.

It was suddenly so quiet, only your quickened breaths filling the silence between you both. He laid down on his back next to you, looking at you, his hand on your back, drawing small circles with his fingers into your skin.

You turn your head to meet his gaze, your face all red, black mascara smeared across it and your eyes still teary.

A big grin spread across his face as he snarled, " You look fucked out,Y/n.

"Well, that's an understatement," you sputtered into the sheets, still too weak and worn out to move.

"Come here” laughed out loud, genuinely, and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in close to him, ignoring your meager whines about having to move your sore limbs.

Nestling against his warm chest, you inhaled his masculine scent mingled with the smell of warm sex and fresh orgasm. It was delicious.

He kissed the crown of your head, humming in approval as you laid your hand on his stomach, tracing little circles into his soft,pale skin .

"So, what are we doing next? Going back?" You mumbled, rather sleepy.

"Nope ,I am not done with you yet .😈

[siremasterlawrence]

Paying My Dues

Hey guys last new story for a week or two I need to take a break after some strange three half weeks. Nearly had two incidents with cars, had family medical health issues and I need to focus on me. See you guys in two weeks.

The moon is full circle during super high tide all over the house as midnight appears it is shining on full display looking quiet bold and white dancing across the sky as I welcome my many guests on honor.Ten actors who are either clearly in of help from someone who is willing to go their even if they don’t appreciate them at all because well I am Master Lawrence and I am fucking super awesome no matter what you think. I am standing in front of my mansion as they all walking through the door as I slide them both to the side fully opening the door for him as I smirk and watch as Chris Evans is exiting the car happily. I spot him from a faras I smirk waving him forward in to the void of my home he soon notices the place is at odd totally empty and he panics as he can’t escape all that’s left is a letter written in ink for him to read.

Tom Hardy walks in to the home with a hot and heavy world of some sort of issues for me to play with as my appetite only grows the more I play and I lead him in to similar room as Chris. His issues grows intensely as he takes another step he is stuck in the center of the room as his life flashes by him and all he can do is fear what’s next no way he can fight it. No matter what he does, he says or thinks, and feels he stuck here with a strange letter on the table as he picks it up for a chance of a lifetime and he opens it to a shock. He grabs the knife cutting the top of it open as he yanks the letter from the envelope, inside on the piece of paper he isstun to see the words you will get freedom from all that plagues you if your give me your talent and career.

“Alan…Alan” a ethereal voice calls to him as he is recording a new video on his waked YouTube channel.

“Why are you so conflicted?”

“Who are you? Is that portal?”

“Never mind that, you have lost your way and you need help.”

“I can see when someone does not appreciate what they have.”

“I do and you are a crock shit “

“Why are you so scared then?”

“I am not scared of anyone “

“So come to the mirror”

“Fuck! Fine”

“Hey wait! Release me “

“Read this “

“What the…”

“I give you permission to take the life I have and all that comes with it “

“Hell no! I did not authorize that “

“Hahaha “

“What’s is funny?”

“You just did dummy “

“Where are am I?”

“Hey Liam!”

“How did you get here?”

“All good buddy “

“We agreed to me”

“Since when?”

“It’s not important “

“You think so?”

“I know so”

“Who are you?”

“I am you now, we agree to switch”

“Impossible “

“Look in the mirror”

“I am your life”

“No? Get out of my body”

“This fine specimen is my body “

“You will learn to love this new world like your allies “

“Bastard! I will…I will…what was I saying?“

Chris Pratt use to appeal to me as the super kind affable guy I could hang with until this bullshit with his kids and his wives because he is wolf in sheep’s clothing because he is a dick. It’s the perfect night to stay at home with his wife and kids unfortunately for him my future pet he is a total dip shit that is totally unaware that his family disappeared until 8 pm. He sighs getting up from his seat as he roams out of the living room in to the ever winding hall to his mansion but he soon is distracted with a bright light in his master bedroom as he races upstairs. What finally hits him he is alone a he stares in to a empty room from the hall and he creeps in like the little shit notices the mirror is glowing in a wake blue color he sneaks closer and a hand yanks him in.

Stephen Amell should learn to stay at home instead of wondering our of his front door in such a state early in the morning, nah just joking I woke him up with a phone call early in the morning. He screamed at me as if I care I mean really nobody is going to think twice that man loves to make scenes like when he went off in his wife in a drinking stupor on the airplane such a embarrassing man.

“Why do I feel like the house is stifling me tonight?”

“That strange call left me feeling hot”

“Seeing my wife irritated “

“She will kill me if she wakes up”

“Ah fuck it”

“Such a bitch “

“I need man time for myself “

“By my”

“Out in the…the…woods…who the fuck are you?”

“I am the guy …”

“On the phone ?”

“God! You are tense “

“You are major trouble”

“Shit! Should I be scared”

“Not! Zip it “

“I am charge now “

“I will be disappointed”

“So time for a lesson”

Tom and Colton are in a major independent project shooting in England somewhere in the background of the set the camera is all a go ready to roll and they talk unsuspecting the danger looming ahead.

“Where is everybody?”

“Anybody?”

“Say cheese “

“Fuck! I can’t see”

“Am I blind?”

“Your eyes will return momentarily “

“Bastard “

“Pussies! Do a me favor?”

“Never “

“How collaborative?”

“Not working “

“Kneel NOW!”

“You can’t…”

“Tell me”

“No way!”

“Kneel “

“Much better “

“Good bois “

Ben and Chris this is a party like no other

as they enter into a misty plane through the door into a whole new world, the doors been closed their lives are vanishing into avoid of dreams, self-destruction, self obsession and happiness into complete submission.

“Congratulations! You made one hell of a Faustian deal!”

“All of you in here will escape the lives you are dreading.”

“What do you get in return?”

“Your talent, your life and your everything “

“No takesy backseys”

The end

[iamnotoriginalphil]

okokok hope i'm okay requesting another kate x reader fic? on a mission reader gets hurt but conceals it under their jacket in order to get everyone out quicker because they know stopping for first aid is too dangerous, then once they're safe they pass out and kate gets to see just how bad it is.

thank you for all your services to the kate stewart nation 🫡

Of course you're okay requesting another Kate fic! I hope this one tickles your brain just right.

It wasn’t meant to go like this. A simple in and out mission. Secure the scene and get out without much difficulty. You weren’t meant to find yourself with a bullet wound in your side, blood soaking into your dark shirt. 

“They’re fucking everywhere,” Kate ground out from between clenched teeth. 

The gun in her hand made you uneasy, the way it always did. It only surfaced when she was worried, stressed about a situation, unsure how it would go. When it was dangerous. It would send chills down your spine if you weren’t trying to hide the blood pooling in your hand as you pressed against the wound. 

“This way,” Ibrahim said, shuffling your trio along the counter you’d ended up behind. 

You tried to keep up as best you could, not wanting to draw attention to the pain you were in. If you did, Kate would insist on stopping to give you medical attention. And if she did that, you’d be stuck in this war zone longer which risked one of them being hurt. There was no way you’d be able to live with yourself if Kate was wounded because she was trying to care for you. 

You stumbled over your feet, trying to follow them. You wrapped your jacket tighter around you, trying to get some pressure on the wound. Every step sent a jolt of pain through your body, expanding through your ribs, hot and throbbing, screaming at you. Gritting your teeth, you followed the other two, focusing on staying upright.

A shot rang out above your heads, a mirror shattering. You ducked your head as glass rained down on you. Ibrahim paused for a moment, assessing the situation. 

“Go, go, go,” he said, rushing around the corner into the next room. 

Pressing your spine to the wall, you used it to keep your legs from collapsing underneath you. Kate’s fingers curled around your wrist, digging in until you felt sure there would be bruises left behind to be found later. She dragged you along behind her as she sheltered behind Ibraham’s broad back. 

The glass backdoor was shattered. With the butt of his gun, Ibrahim widened the gap, ushering the two of you through it. You didn’t even notice when the glass crunched under the soles of your boots, some of the glass scraping against your skin. It faded into the background of pain you were feeling, joining the gang as you forced yourself to speed up. 

From there it was a straight shot across the lawn, booking it into the surrounding forest. You focused on Kate’s feet, following her. Each breath in and out was like a saw, the pain growing excruciating. Your vision was beginning to go black around the edges. Ibrahim’s hand landed between your shoulder blades, pushing you to move faster. 

You were lagging behind the longer the distance became. Stumbling over your feet, you tried to keep up but each breath was a jagged cut through your lungs. You almost cried when you saw the van waiting for you, engine idling. 

“Kate,” you said, feeling the weakness growing more insistent. 

Your vision swam and you fell against her. She made a surprised sound, maybe your name, as she caught you, keeping you from toppling over. You looked up into her face, watching her eyebrows draw together as her hand came away red. 

“Help me.”

The blackness overtook your vision. 

Someone was talking. Their words were indistinct but they were loud enough to disturb your sleep. You groaned, pressing your face into the pillow, trying to block them out. 

The talking broke off. A hand rested on your shoulder and your name came in a familiar voice. You squinted your eyes against the light, turning your head, seeking out the person you were sure was at your side.

“Kate?” Your voice was barely more than a rasp.

“I’m here, darling,” she said.

Her face swam into focus as she lent closer. You reached out a hand, finding hers, lacing your fingers together with hers. The worry on her face was so obvious as she looked down at you. She lifted you enough to put a cup of room temperature water to your lips. You drank it down, soothing the rough feeling in your throat. 

“You gave me a fright there,” she said as she lowered you back down.

“Are we safe?” you asked.

“We made it home,” she replied, “so there was no need for the dramatics.”

“I’m never dramatic,” you protested.

“You collapsed in my arms,” she said. 

“Sorry.” You let her hand go, curling your fingers in the blanket beside your body instead. 

“Don’t be silly.”

She perched on the side of your bed, pushing your hair out of your face. You found yourself nuzzling against her hand, the inhibitions you usually had still not back in place. Her gaze softened as she looked at you.

“Why didn’t you say anything when it happened?” she asked.

“I…” You looked away from her, “I didn’t want to slow everything down. I thought… I thought it would be better to get out as quickly as possible and we couldn’t do that if you had to stop to help me. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Do you really think Ibrahim would have let us be under any more threat? That he would have risked our safety in any way?” she asked.

“Give me some slack. I’d been shot,” you said, “I was hardly thinking clearly.”

“I wish you’d told me,” she said.

Her fingers were brushing through your hair, almost compulsively as she looked down at you. Your fingers inched towards her until your pinky brushed her thigh. She dragged her gaze to your hand before returning to your face.

“Don’t do that to me again,” she said, “please.”

“I’ll do my best,” you said. 

“We couldn’t stop the bleeding for a while. I should have noticed. You were so pale. It was so obvious you weren’t okay and I missed it. I should have seen it,” she said.

“Hey. No. No beating yourself up for this,” you said, your hand curling around her thigh, squeezing as best you could, “I hid it from you on purpose.”

“I told you it was going to be safe and then you fainted right into my arms,” she said.

“Kate,” you sighed, “you got me home. That’s the main thing. I’m okay.”

You shifted closer to her, your hand gripping her harder. Her fingertips slipped from your hair, brushing over your temple, down your nose, over your cheekbone, lingering on your lips. You pressed a kiss to her skin, not able to stop yourself. Before your very eyes, she softened, a look of wonder passing over her face. 

“You got me home alive, Kate,” you said, lips brushing her fingers with every word.

She was frozen, staring down at you. On careful arms, you pushed yourself up, wincing as a dull ache radiated through your body. Her hands caught you, helping you sit upright, resting against the stack of pillows. 

“You should be careful,” she said, “you’re still recovering.”

“You’ll make sure I’m okay,” you said, certain of that.

Her hand caught yours, pulling it up until your palm was pressed to her cheek. You lent forward, ignoring the pain of bending. Her other hand landed on your leg and you practically melted under her touch. 

“I was so worried,” she murmured, “when you collapsed, there was so much blood and I didn’t know where it was coming from. I couldn’t fix it. I couldn’t do anything.”

“You can do something now,” you said.

“I can?” she asked.

You fell forward, pressing your lips to hers. She froze for a moment, before she kissed you back, her hand curling around the back of your neck. She was so careful, like she thought you were spun glass. You pressed harder, wanting to feel her everywhere. You could have died in there, but you hadn’t, and now you were going to go after what you wanted.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” you murmured, lips brushing hers, scared to move even an inch away from her.

“You’re ruining me,” she said in reply, “there is something about you that tears me open. I can’t think clearly around you at all. All my training goes out the window.”

“Good,” you said and kissed her again. 

“Don’t you want to talk about this?” she asked, gently pushing you back so she could look at you properly. 

Dark eyes swept over your face. Your palm was still on her cheek. She turned, pressing a kiss to the middle of it, a shiver going through you. 

“What's that line from When Harry Met Sally? About starting the rest of your life now?” you asked, “something about being in a life or death situation makes you want to stop wasting time.”

“I suppose facing the thought of losing you, it made me consider what life would be like without you,” she said.

“That’s dark,” you laughed.

“I suppose.” Her fingers slipped into the hair at the nape of your neck, “but the thought of going the rest of my life never knowing what we could be was not one I liked to sit with.”

“So we both agree? No more wasting time? No more wondering what if?” you asked.

“Only if you don’t do this to me again,” she said.

“Fine, I promise to tell you the moment I get so much as a paper cut,” you said.

“Much appreciated,” she chuckled.

When her lips met your in another kiss, suddenly getting shot seemed worth it. 

[tomhorsery]

Hii, I saw your post! If its okay with you, can I request a tara x reader heavy angst were the reader sacrificed herself to save anika during the ladder scene? Thank you!

Who gives a fuck about the movies?

Masterlist

Tara Carpenter x Female! Reader

Warnings: Major character death (Reader), Heavy angst, self sacrifice, masked killer.

Content under the cut-

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Ghostface. The fucker broke in during our meeting. He stabbed me in the fucking stomach of all places, right in the bellybutton. I couldn’t even feel the pain. There was so much adrenaline pumping through my system that my entire body felt numb.

All I could hear was the steady beat of my heart, all I could smell was that horrible copper stench. all I could taste was the oddly familiar tang of my own blood as my friends screams rang through the halls.

The blood… The copper… it all felt oddly like home as I opened my arms for the bittersweet darkness of death to overtake me.

I could practically see the light already, dancing in front of my eyes as the world faded away around me, until I sensed my body being moved into the bathroom with a panicked Mindy and Anika waiting for me.

Sam and tara moved something in front of the door quickly so that disgusting killer couldn’t get in and hurt us anymore than he already has.

I tried to talk, to tell them I was okay, that they needed to go, but all that came out was a gurgled mess as the blood spilled out of my mouth. Panic set in as I realized I couldn't talk, couldn't warn them. My vision began to blur, the bathroom fading in and out of focus.

Mindy's face was above me, her eyes wide with fear. "Oh my god, oh my god," she kept saying, her hands pressing against my stomach. I could feel warmth spreading from her touch, but it was a distant sensation.

Anika was crying, her body shaking as she stared at me. I wanted to comfort her, to tell her everything was going to be okay, but I couldn't move, couldn't speak.

I pointed at the window and finally found my words. “Go… without me… ladder…”

They stared at me, confusion in their eyes. "What?" Mindy asked, her voice shaking. "We can't leave you." I nodded, or at least I tried to. My head barely moved an inch. "Have to... he'll kill you too... go."

Anika shook her head tears streaming down her face. "We can't just leave you here."

"You have to," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I won't make it. You have to get help."

They stared at me, then at each other. I could see the fear behind their eyes.

Finally, Mindy nodded. "Okay," she spoke, her voice firm.

Tara kneeled down and gave me one final kiss on the forehead, brushing my hair out of my face. “I love you.”

I closed my eyes, focusing on the sound of my heart. It was slower now, each beat echoing in my ears. I knew I didn't have much time left.

One by one, they filed out of the window, I tried to sit up to watch them but a wave of dizziness washed over me.

I collapsed back against the tile, my head spinning. I could feel the blood spreading under me, a warm pool that seemed to be pulling me down.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I had to stay focused, had to stay awake. I couldn't let Ghostface win, couldn't let him get the best of me.

I slowly turned my head, looking around the bathroom. The window was open, the curtain blowing in the breeze. I could see the ladder, could see my friends climbing down to safety.

I felt a surge of relief, of pride. I had done it, had gotten them out. Now, all I had to do was wait.

The door flew open and there stood ghostface, his mask shining in the dim alleyway lights shining through the bathroom window.

I could see the knife in his hand, could see the blood staining the blade, most of it mine.

I tried to move, to defend myself, but I couldn't. I was too weak, too tired. All I could do was stare back at him with a fearful expression.

He stared back at me, his eyes hidden behind his mask. I could see my reflection staring back at me, my face pale and covered in blood.

I looked small and weak, a far cry from the strong girl I used to be.

He took a step closer, the knife glinting in the light. I could see the blade, could see the edge that had previously torn through my skin and muscle.

I felt a wave of nausea, my stomach churning. This was the end. I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the end.

I felt the tears streaming down my face, could feel the fear coursing through my veins. I was going to die, was going to be another one of Ghostface's victims.

At least I’d be in the movies, right? who am I kidding. In the end, who gives a fuck about the movies?

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Scream requests: OPEN

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[bellabean24]

No I Wanna Be In The Sequel

Kinktober day 30 Ran Haitiani x Fem!Reader

Word Count:1009

Tags:NSFW, Modern AU, Role-Playing Ghostface!Ran, Victim!Reader, Overstimulation, Squirting, Consensual Recording

Synopsis:While watching the Scream Franchise your boyfriend comes up with the idea to have your own Scream movie

Kinktober M.List | Tokyo Revengers M.List

Laying on the couch with Ran’s arm around your shoulder as you watch the screen as scenes from the first Scream movie plays, watching the movie with your boyfriend who loves this franchise was definitely something when he comes up with an idea. 

“Y/N, want to make our own Scream movie,” a smirk on his face as he lets out a low chuckle, thinking that he is joking around with you, you don’t take him seriously, “Yea sure,” sarcasm dripping from your lips you never take your eyes off the screen. “I’m being for real, doll. It’ll be fun and we can record so we can rewatch it, you know I already have the ghostface costume from a couple years ago in our closet.” 

Ran looks you in the eye, his face not showing any signs that he is lying or joking, “Deadass, like, you wanna do it now or later?” Feeling giddy and horny as you think about Ran fucking you as he is dressed as ghostface. “We’ll do it tomorrow on Halloween,” he winks at you as he directs his eyes to the TV. 

———

It’s around 10:30 pm on Halloween night your boyfriend is nowhere to be found, one minute he is telling you he’s going to the store to get something and that was an hour ago. You called his phone more than once and he still hasn’t picked up. 

Calling him once again it goes straight to voicemail, to say that you are not disappointed that he’s not here doing the thing that he said you both would do tonight would be a lie; cause you are.

Seconds after you called him you get a call from a no caller ID, staring down at it you hesitate to pick it up. Deciding to answer the phone you pick it up sliding your finger across the screen, putting the phone up your ear you hear nothing on the other line, “Hello?” 

Debating if you should hang up the phone a voice comes from the other line, “What’s your favorite scary movie?” Smiling from ear to ear as you hear the voice knowing that it belongs to your boyfriend. 

“Mmm, I don’t know, maybe F/S/M. What’s yours?” Softly giggling at the foreplay as you wait for his response, “Guess,” he lets out a soft husky chuckle as you think of an answer. “Uhh I don’t know, maybe a slasher movie.” “Mmm you would be right.” 

“Hey, what’s your name I want to know who I’m looking at,” hiding your giggle behind your hand you change the tone of your voice so you sound scared and worried, “What, what do you mean.” Playing your part you wait for your boyfriend to pop out, seconds later the phone cuts and Ran runs in the house from the porch, he grabs you by your waist and a camera in your face. Looking at him up and down he is wearing a slightly dirty Ghostface mask, a black long sleeve compression with black cargo pants. 

“Are you recording?” eyes wide as you look at him, a small smile on your face, “yes that's ok right,” he asks, moving the camera out of your face, shaking your head up and down as you wait for his next move. He moves his hand to your neck, the camera in your face once again, he grips your neck pulling up to the mouth of the mask, “Strip and go lay on the couch.” 

Stripping from your clothes you lay on your stomach you ass in the air, watching Ran as he moves the camera in front of your face, the light on the camera shines in your gorgeous face. Ran takes his cock out of his pants and boxers moving to sit up behind you. 

Ran moves a pillow under your hips, “Lay your hips down,” his voice low and husky has you lay your hips on the pillow- in the prone bone position- biting your bottom lip you wait for his next move, “Such a pretty girl.” He brings his gloved hand to your mouth a muffle moan leaves your mouth as Ran pulls your head back as his other hand reaches for his cock, rubbing the fat flushed tip against your wet folds. 

“So fucking wet,” he pants his voice low as he pushes his cock into your hole, a muffle gasp comes from you as Ran bottoms out in your cunt, his left hand moving to rest and grip your hip. He fucks his cock into your hole the sounds of his grunts and your muffle moans fill the room along side each other. 

“This pussy gonna kill me baby,” Ran’s cock brushes against your g-spot with his fast hard thrust, the light from the camera shines in your face as your eyes roll behind your head. Moaning, your eyes flutter shut, giving the camera a wink before you close your eyes. 

Ran fixes your position so your sitting up on your hands and knees your face still looking back at Ran in his mask, he moves his hand to your throat gripping as he looks at your face, Ran brings his other gloved hand down to your ass giving it a hard smack, tears slowly coming from your eyes. 

“Feel so good,” you groan through your teeth, Ran’s hand grips your neck tears streaming down your face as his cock roughly fucks your tight cunt. His thick cock stretching your tight hole “Keep sucking me in,” your warm walls sucks his cock into your cunt as you cum around him, liquid coming from your pussy, “Fuck baby did you squirt?” Ran moves the mask to the top of your head, his eyes never leaving yours as he chases his own orgasm. 

“Ran, don’t stop,” your body spasms from your orgasm, Ran soon cums deep into your hole whiting your walls as he fills your pussy with his nut. “I can’t stop fucking this sweet cunt Y/N.”

“This time Imma’ need you to scream for me”

©Bella2023

[auspicioustidings]

Make your own way home

Summary: Short little drabble of what happens a few weeks after that ending cut scene.

CW: Dubcon/non-con by virtue of spirit possession.

If there was ever an example of wrong place, wrong time, you think you were it. The trip alone to the Highlands was supposed to be a journey of self-discovery. It was supposed to calm your mind, let you meditate in nature and find some peace. Not be in your head so much.

And now here you were, in your head. Stuck in your head. 

You hadn’t ever really given much thought to whether you believed in ghosts or not. You thought of them as something from horror films, always creeping in the dark and spooking young couples in their new house. You had never considered that they could be out in the hills during the daylight, waiting for a warm body to commandeer. 

And he had commandeered you without too much of a fight. For a few hours you had wrestled him for control, but his will was overpowering. It didn’t help that whoever had rudely put themselves in the driver's seat was an arse.

Let me out

“Cannae dae that, got places to be.” 

It’s my body!

“Our body hen.”

No, absolutely not, this is not a communist body, this is single ownership

“In that case, it’s my body” he laughed, seemingly finding your screaming in your (his?) head amusing.

It is NOT

“Let me see if I have a pretty wee body tae match my pretty wee voice.”

You could only watch as he took your body to the lakeside and peered into the glassy surface. It was bizarre, watching your own face light up in a grin that looked nothing like yours. He seemed pleased with what he was looking at, and you thought if you were in control you might have blushed. In fact, you knew that to be the case seeing a dusting of colour appear. Interesting, your body at least still reacted to your emotions. 

“Fuck me, look at this,” he all but purred, a hand coming to squeeze at your chest.

Oh, oh it wasn’t just your emotions that your body still reacted to. You felt the touch as if it was someone else’s hand on you and you certainly felt the sick little bolt of pleasure from it. The little bit of excitement of how horribly wrong this was. 

“Dinnae tempt me hen, told ye we have places to be. Once we get there we can play together as long as ye want.”

You could not think of a single thing to say to that and you almost felt a sense of motion sickness when your body started moving again, trekking through the mountains at a pace you would never go at. You tried everything. You pictured a battering ram to try and smash through to get control and he responded by putting thoughts in your shared headspace of the ramming turning lewd. You sang obnoxiously and he only joined in using your voice, delighted with how it sounded. You gave him the silent treatment and got so painfully bored of it that within 30 minutes you were back to just wailing in your head. 

“Ye know, they dinnae usually stay.”

What do you mean?

“When we take a body, the previous tenant disnae usually stick around.”

Am I going to die?

“Naw if ye dinnae want that. Even if ye did, might keep ye around. If ye behave might even let ye have control for a wee bit, would ye like that?”

If being possessed was not terrifying enough, the concept that the thing possessing you one, had plenty of experience and two, had never had anyone survive was making you feel sick. You felt that feeling in your body and he felt it too if his confused little grunt was anything to go by.

“Come on hen, be nice,” he said, not stopping but shoving a hand unceremoniously into your pants to rub gently. “Just relax.”

It was an insane feeling, you touching yourself but it actually being someone else controlling the movements. He wasn’t going fast, the languid pace seemingly aiming to soothe more than anything. It was wild that it sort of worked, that sick feeling fading out to a hazy rolling pleasure that was only just a gentle simmer.

At some point you felt your thoughts drift off to a strange sleep even though your body was still awake and moving. When you felt consciousness leak back in, you could see yourself approaching a house. 

“Look who's finally awake! Good timing princess” he said. You could hear the exhaustion in your voice, you wondered if he had let himself and the body sleep at all. Maybe if the body slept, you could wrestle back control.

You watched as your hand came to knock at the door. Watched it open to reveal a huge man in a skull balaclava. Watched and very much felt when your body launched at him, pushing the mask up to get your lips on his. He reacted as if he knew you, holding your body tight and laughing into your lips.

“Knew you’d make your own way home.”

“Always do LT.”

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The Fruit After the Flesh 18+ -Chapter 12-

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Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings:  Sexual language, foul language, use of a slur, violence, IMAGES DEPICTING BLOOD (no gore). This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

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Chapter 12

                The night air filled your lungs, you were doubled over trying to regain consciousness after being choked by Dover. Your body was covered in dirt, nothing but a bra and underwear were protecting you from the elements; once you caught your breath you slowly got up, you heard screams followed by the sound of a chainsaw. You turned to look around and saw Dover crawling away from a large man wielding the source of the rattling engine.

You walked closer to the scene unfolding in front of you, only to realize that the one standing before Dover was none other than Tommy. You watch as Tommy stomps on one of Dover’s legs, you hear it snap from the bone breaking on impact, Dover screams in pain and pleads for his life,

“Please, PLEASE! I promise t’leave n’ never come back if y’let me go, Im beggin’ ya!”

Tommy didn’t respond, he just stood there revving the motor of the chainsaw, smoke billowed out of the exhaust swirling around him. You call out,

“Tommy! Wait!”

He turns around to look at you, his expression was unlike any you had ever seen him make, he looked possessed. Tommy wasn’t in there at that moment, it was something else, a demon. Dover took the opportunity of Tommy looking away to get up and limp off as fast as he could, he still had the large knife in his hand from when he was in the hole. Tommy turned around and slowly followed Dover as he tried to escape, you followed them both.

Dover managed to hide among the trees, Tommy was searching for him as if it were a twisted game of hide-and-seek. Tommy circled around, thrusting the chainsaw into bushes and breathing heavily, he looked through the bush he just cut through. Dover popped up behind him and jammed the knife deep into Tommy’s back, he let out an otherworldly roar, not of pain but rather frustration at being bested. Tommy spun around but Dover was hiding again, you followed closely hoping to call Tommy off so you could both get to safety.

You felt an arm circle around your torso, it was Dover, he had captured you and held the knife to your throat as he held back your arm,

“Hey freak!” He called out to Tommy, “If y’don’t fuck off, then yer little whore gets sliced up!”

Tommy spun around, now he was raging and furious, Dover pulled you with him as he walked backwards, his movements stopped when you heard a click,

“Don’t fukin’ move shit heel” You heard Charlie’s voice,

“Let her go or I blow what little brains you got out your fuckin’ nose.” His voice was even tempered and stern.

Dover released you from his grip, you pushed off of him and ran behind Charlie who was holding a pistol against the back of Dover’s head. Dover put his hands up, Charlie lowered the gun and smirked,

“Now run, little piggy.”

Dover bolted, his broken leg was slowing him down but he pushed through the pain to get away, yelping with each step. Charlie looked at Tommy and smirked,

“Kill him.”

Tommy let out a low growl as he raised the chainsaw forward and sprinted after Dover; Charlie grabbed your arm and started walking you away from the direction Tommy went, he asked,

“You hurt girlie?”

You don’t answer the question and instead say,

“I don’t want to leave Tommy!”

Charlie continues to pull you away, ensuring you couldn’t turn to look,

“Don’t worry ‘bout him, you hurt?” He asks.

You reply, “I’m in pain but, I think I’m ok.”

The sound of a blood curdling scream is heard in the distance, it was met with the sound of the roaring chainsaw cutting through something, you knew what was happening but you couldn’t believe that it was real.

You finally made it to the house and the chainsaw sound had ceased so you knew whatever happened was over. When you get inside, Luda Mae runs to hold you, she looks over your body and brings you over to the parlor where she had a tub of warm water with a washcloth and some gauze,

“Oh god you poor thing, I’m so glad you’re ok. Come here n’ let me clean you up.”

You sit on the couch and she dumps the cloth in the warm water, she rinses the dirt off your skin and begins to look over your body for wounds. You just sat there unable to do anything, you were in a state of bewilderment at the string of events that took place. Luda Mae puts a blanket over you and give you a glass of water then goes to speak to Charlie; they both start speaking quietly. You drink the water and blankly stare at a spot on the rug, your mind began to quiet, you felt like shock was setting in.

Your trance is broken by the sound of the front door opening, Luda Mae calls out,

“Oh, my boy, my sweet, sweet boy, I’m so sorry you had to do that again. Are you hurt?” you could hear the worry in her voice.

You fling the blanket off you and run towards the door, the sight you were met with sent a shiver down your spine. Tommy was covered in blood and his eyes had a distant look to them, a zombie-like expression plastered on his face.

“Tommy?” you were unsure if it was really him, you had never seen him like that before.

You walk up to him and take his hand in yours; he doesn’t even look at you, he slowly walks past you and heads to the basement door, his breathing was heavy and he made a low, animalistic growl as he moved.

You ask, “What’s wrong with him?”

Charlie looks at you, then he looks at Luda Mae,

He says, “He gets like this after a kill, just leave him be.”

“What? So, he really has done it before…” you mumbled.

You went to your room to grab a first aid kit and made your way back to the basement door to go look after him,

Charlie tries to stop you, “Stay away from him girly, if you know what’s good.”

You ignore him and shut the door behind you, following the drops of blood down the stairs.

The trail leads to Tommy’s room, you take a deep breath and open the door. You see Tommy sitting on the bed staring off into nothing, he doesn’t even acknowledge your presence, the room is dark and he is illuminated only by the red of the light outside his door. You walk up to him slowly; he was now breathing steadily but the breaths were slow and full. You turn on the light that was sitting on his nightstand, he still doesn’t move, you get up on his bed to check the wound on his back, its deep and slowly oozing blood.

You leave his bedroom to grab a bucket and wash cloth from the laundry room, when you get back, Tommy was still unmoved and had a thousand-yard stare. You place the bucket next to him and sit on the bed, you begin to gently wash off the blood from the wound, you sigh as you see it needs a gauze bandage but Tommy is covered in blood and needs to be cleaned before you dress any wounds.

You slowly remove the shirt he had on, it was once white, but now was stained a dark red, you unbuckle his pants but are unable to pull them off since he was sitting. You decide to get his mask off so he could breathe better and wash his face. You slowly pull the mask off but before you could get a good look, Tommy grabs your wrists and throws you onto the bed. He gets up and crawls over top of you, pinning your wrists down, you try to struggle out of it but he has a firm grasp on you and his massive body engulfs yours, you look at his face and see the damage from his past. Tommy is missing skin on one side of his face so badly that his teeth are clearly visible, he lets out a deafening roar, his face inches away from yours and you scream in fear. It was like having a bear attacking you, he was not himself, he was barely acting human. You didn’t care, you knew he needed help,

“Tommy stop! It’s me!” you pleaded with him hoping he could calm down a bit,

“I just want to help! You’re hurt!” you continued.

Tommy was breathing heavily, his eyes slowly started to focus and his pupils became visible again, he immediately let go of you and got off your body. You let out a sigh of relief and sat up,

“Let’s get you to the shower, come on.” You took his hand and pulled him to the bathroom near the laundry area.

He followed you willingly, holding onto your hand firmly. When you got to the bathroom, you turned on the tub faucet and plugged the drain so it would fill with hot water. You took off Tommys pants and stopped before you went to remove his undergarment,

“Tommy, can you take off your underwear and get into the tub for me?” you asked in a hushed tone.

Despite the circumstances, you still wanted to give him some respect and autonomy. You turned your head to look away as he removed his underwear, when you heard him get into the tub you turned back around. A bar of soap was on the wall ledge, the tub itself was a massive claw foot tub and had a lot of space around it, you sat yourself behind his head, wet the soap in the water, and started rubbing suds into his hair. Tommy let out a long sigh, he was starting to return to his normal behavior,

You say, “Thank you for saving me back there.”

He shakes his head, “I didn’t keep you safe.”

You lean over to look at him, “How could you have?”

He sinks into the water slowly and replies,

“I should’ve been there to stop him from takin’ you.”

You furl your eyebrows and follow,

“If you didn’t come when you did, I wouldn’t be alive right now, you saved my life.”

He lets out a long breath and says,

“Nothin' bad’s gon’ happen to you ever again. I promise.”

“You can’t promise that, you won’t always be there when bad things happen. You're only human.” Your words were sincere.

He washed the rest of the blood off his body and face, then sat up and turned his head to you, he said,

“I ain’t human.”

You laugh, “What are you then?”

He looks away and thinks,

“I dunno, a monster I guess, least that’s what everyone calls me.”

You feel a wave of sadness wash over you, he continues,

“Everyone was always runnin’ n’ screamin’ when they saw me, yellin’ ‘Monster!’”

You put the soap down and get up to position yourself next to him, you gently pull his face to look at yours and say,

“Am I screaming and running?”

He shakes his head, “Why not? I ain’t no prince, n' that’s what you deserve.”

You move in and kiss his cheek, then say, “Because I love you.”

His eyes grew wide, “You serious?” he asks.

You nod your head and smile,

he sits up and pulls you into the water, you squeal and laugh. Your back is rested on his chest and he gives you a tight bear hug from behind. You spin around to look at him, you pour water on his head to rinse the suds off, his hair hangs over his face like a wet dog and it makes you laugh. He smiles and pulls you in for another kiss, you reciprocate and he holds you in place with both arms around you. You pull back and laugh as you push his hair away from his face. You both kiss passionately in the bathtub, water swirling with Dover’s blood, the suds bubbling and floating around you both, making quiet little pops as they dry out in the air.

You were so fried from the events that just took place, the pain in your face from being punched and slapped didn’t affect you yet. Tommy may have a monstrous past, and the face many would flee from, but his arms were a castle, and he, your prince.

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