#I TRIED A SECOND TIME THEN FELL FLAT ON MY ASS

[quilly72]

Jade was having the time of her life as her and her friends pulled it the ouija board. "Stop moving it Chris" Jade shoved. "I'm not doing it I swear.

Jade rolled her eyes as she put the board back in the box. "Stop messing with me guys."

"wait Jade you do know we have to say goodbye right"

"stop it I don't wanna play if you guys are just gonna scare me"

She shoved the box back in the cabinet as she locked the door. Inside a black mist piling up inside and filling the cabinet.

The party continued as the cabinet occasionally rocked back and forth the door handle jiggling as something tried to escape.

Jade grabbed a drink and chugged it as she shot a picture of herself. Her to the sticking out for the photo as a loud bang was heard. "The cabinet falling to the ground as everyone stared.

Jade crept toward it"everyone okay... Alright let's try to not break my house..."

She picked up a door that had fallen off of the cabinet the ouija board dpalyed out across the carpet. She stood wide eyed as she tried to face her fear. Everyone watched as...

A loud crack filled the room. The cabinet splintering as a black mist billowed out and struck the nearest person.. Jade. Absorbing itself in her as she flew back into the wall. Everyone stumbled back as she woke up from her k. O.

Jades eyes pure black as they returned to normal. "What just happened. Jade struggled to stand up. Her body weak and tired. Her clothes felt tight as she breathed heavily. She gasped as air became harder and harder to take in. She stared down to find what everyone else was seeing. Her cleavage piling up in her already tight black shirt. Her straps digging into her shoulders as the belt buckle fell off to the floor. Jade stood up staright as her eye line easiest steadily but slowly. She wasn't stopping. If anything it was speeding up." Guys... What's happening" she croaked out as her shoes snapped off. Her feet outgrowing them in seconds. She stumbled against the wall. Everyone backed up as the formerly 5'2" girl pushed 5'6"

Jade continued to grow up. Her boobs jutting out of her shirt as the upper half finally fell off. Her straps tearing off her shoulders. Her lack of a bra making itself known as the boys stared and took pictures. She folded her arms into her boobs. Covering herself as her skirt grew tight. A light tear being heard as her panties fell to the floor. Jade giggled sheepishly. She leaned against the wall covering herself beat she could as vertigo racked her body. Her body felt electric. It tingled and swelled as she pushed 5'9".

The crowd began muttering as her skirt snapped falling to the ground. The tiny girl now revealing herself. Jade felt the cameras staring at her as several guys oooed and awwed her body. She spurted up to 6 ft as she struggled to breath. Her cleavage swelling past her arms ability as she struggled to cover herself. "Stop looking... Look away."

The crowd didn't listen as she continued upwards. Her necklace snapped off her neck as her leggings started tearing running down her legs. Jade gave up covering her boobs as she reached up. Her hands tickling the ceiling as she strectched up. "I'm not stopping it's speeding up"

The crowd murmured as they backed up. Jade was torn between panic and pleasure. Her body felt better than ever but something was off about it.

She giggled as her leggings fell to the ground she was completely naked as she pushed 7 ft tall. She stared down at everyone as her growth rate doubled. Her head now pressing up faster. She stopped covering herself completely as she strutted out into the middle of the crowd. "Pleasure me" she pointed at Chris as she grabbed him by his shirt pulling him in. Jade sat on the ground as Chris and several others closed the distance. Their spirits unable to resist her. Her pussy lit up as the crowd pleased her. Motorboating and eating her out. A couple reaching up and climbing up on her as they tweaked her nipples. She lay flat on the ground as she passed 9 ft tall. Her boobs and ass piling over and smooshing those under her. Jade moaned and gasped.

Closer... CLOSER"

She was so close to orgasm as her body heated up. Her skin electric as she clutched her teeth and moaned. Her legs spasming and shaking. She couldn't control herself as she orgasmed. "Don't stop... Please... More.. I'm gonna. So close. I'm..." Her eyes rolled back as she shrieked. Her body strectching across the room

Her feet planted against the wall as she felt another wave come. "Oh my god. Fuck more. Feels so good. Don't stop keep going.The crowd obeyed as she writhed and squirmed. Another shriek piercing the night sky. Her head hit the wall as her boobs hit the ceiling. Her legs smashing the walk down as she struggled to fit in the house. Don't stop don't ever stop as she shrieked again. Her body tearing the house to pieces as she outgrew her own home

[2truehearts]

i think my legs have ceased functioning .

[almadelsur]

💋 The Turmoil One Suffers

summary: In the second installment of The Secrets One Keeps, a relaxing day on the pogue proves to be anything but, with your inner struggles getting the better of you and JJ hot on your tail.

jj maybank x reader, rafe cameron x reader

warnings: some good old angsty pining, very very slight smut if you squint, fem!reader, talks of suffocation ig? plz let me know if I've missed anything.

a/n: SHE'S BACKKKK, so I've decided to completely reformat and re-post this fic with a few tweaks and editing considering I first wrote this like 3 years ago. Also, for those asking, I won't be doing a taglist for this fic bc I'm lazy and technologically deficient.

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You shouldn’t have been smoking, it made you feel uneasy, paranoid even.

You had found yourself on the pogue in the wake of Pope’s incessant bitching about how you had to make up for ditching them last night. The guilt had made you cave in. As he spoke, all that had flashed through your head was images of Rafe. You on top of Rafe, Rafe with his hands around your neck, the way Rafe’s hair felt between your fingers as you gripped on it when he got messy between your-

“Dude” Sarah’s voice snapped you out of your recurring thoughts.

You turned your head to her as you took a drag of the blunt JJ had rolled, "hmm?"

“I asked if you wanted a beer?”

You checked the time on your phone, 12pm. After enduring 3 hours on this floating nightmare, you decide you're probably deserving of one.

“uh yeah sure.” You took another hit, extending your arm to grab the cold bottle.

You bought the edge of the glass bottle up to your lips and took a swig, letting the liquid wash over your cotton mouth. A swig swiftly turning into a gulp as thirst suddenly became itself known to you. One gulp then turned to two and before you knew it the bottle dried out.

JJ eyed your every move, the feeling that had been bugging him since you got into the Twinkie that morning had now grown into full-blown concern. Your unusual behaviour was deafening with the sounds of alarm bells.

“Thirsty?” He spoke with furrowed brows, prompting Pope to chuckle though no joke had been intended.

Your eyes flickered towards JJ momentarily and instantly you knew what he was  thinking. Anger disguised as adrenaline coursed through you.

“Sarah will you pass me another? Mines empty.” Defiance clear in your tone, causing a thick tension to settle over the boat.

“'s a bit it early to start chugging drinks isn’t it?” JJ speaks up again before Sarah has time to respond.

You scoffed as you turned to him once more, maintaining eye contact as you took a long drag from blunt. As you exhaled the smoke, the thick white cloud blurred his features.

“Sarah” you tried again.

You hear a small sigh as she hands you another bottle.

“Thank you” You took another swig at the bottle, hoping the liquid would force down the concoction of guilt and anger that swirled in your mouth.

“So like am I saying words out loud or is it just in my head?” JJ tried, at this point he just wanted a reaction out of you.

“You asked me to come here.” Your tone was snippy, as another burst of smoke entered your system.

“well my mistake clearly.” He was getting pissed off now, and you couldn’t deny the sick satisfaction it gave you. You knew it was unfair, he hadn’t done anything wrong, you just couldn’t help it.

Pope cleared his throat. “This is a whole lotta tension for such a little boat.” He tried to lighten the mood but his joke fell flat.

As you downed your second beer, you took another drag. “It is isn’t it?” You turned to him.

“Maybe you should have some of this JJ, it’ll help you relax.” You threw the blunt in his direction, letting it fall at his feet.

“What the hell crawled up your ass today?” JJ spat at you, picking up the blunt.

The mixture of alcohol and weed infected your system, your breathing became staggered as you suddenly became hyper aware of the layers clinging onto your body.

You don't answer. Instead choosing to stand up and remove your T-shirt. Rafe returned to your mind as you focused on the image of him mimicking your same actions. Your trousers were next to go. You pushed them down whilst picturing Rafe’s hands running down your legs.

Pope eyed Sarah and JJ who’s gaze were trained on you and your movements.

“Whatcha doing there bud?” Sarah asked watching you strip down to your underwear.

“I’m too hot” was all you said, stepping off the edge of the boat and letting yourself plunge into the cool water below you.

As you became completely submerged, you breathed out all of the air in your irritated lungs. Leaving you empty and heavy as you continued to sink. The muffled noises of the water hit against your head yet all you could hear was your thoughts racing. 

As the need for air increased, the rush of thought slowed. You liked it. The weightlessness of your body, mixed with the numbing of all of your senses was peacefull. A welcome change from the overdrive your body had been running on for the past year. 

You forced yourself to stay down there, pushing your physical boundaries. A split second before completely losing consiousness you emerged again, letting the air penetrate through your system and invade your insides as it worked to reboot your muscles before giving life again to the internal mayhem in your mind again. 

You floated with your head above the surface and your back facing the pogues. You couldn’t find yourself to act remotely interested in what they thought about your little show. 

JJ in turn felt as though he was slowly loosing his head. He felt dumbfounded because it wasn’t just your behaviour that was different, your entire demeanour and vibe was off and he failed to comprehend what could have happened in the span of 12 hours for you to return to him a complete different person. 

Sarah could see the way he looked at you, he was hot on your tail and she panicked trying to divert his calculating eyes from you. “So” she spoke up loud enough so that you could hear and be part of the conversation should you wish to. “Theres a party at my house tonight.”

“Oh really?” JJ answered, evidently uninterested as he continued his stare down with the back of your head. 

“Yeah Ward’s out of town with Rose and y'know Rafe, any opportunity he has to get shitfaced he’ll take it.” Relief washed over her as JJ’s eyes finally unglued from you. 

At the mention of Rafe your ears perked up. 

“Do you guys wanna come?” A devilish grin on her face evident as she spoke. 

“A kook party? We wouldn't be welcome.” Pope answered for the three of you, prompting a scoff from Sarah. 

“It’s my house too, plus I already threatened Rafe to let me invite you guys. I told him I’d snitch on him otherwise.” She shrugged.

“I’m sure he loved that” JJ added, amused at the thought of antagonising the Cameron boy. 

“Well what did he say?” Three pairs of eyes turned to you as you finally spoke up from the water, now facing the boat again. 

JJ couldnt help the face that your question caused him to pull. Why did you suddenly care about what Rafe Cameron had to say? Sarah already said they could go so why did it even matter? 

“He said whatever as long we stay away from him.” Her answer caused Pope and JJ to roll their eyes. It had been somewhat of a lie though. 

Because what Rafe had really said when Sarah had threatened him was, “whatever just stay away from us, and why don't you go ahead and bring that sexy little friend of yours.” 

To which Sarah had replied with, “We wouldn’t want to hang out with you and your classist friends anyway. Also, Kiara’s with JJ, and Y/N wouldn’t even touch you with a 10 foot pole so.” Unkowing of the situation between you and Rafe.

Looking back at it now, Rafe’s coy response of “we’ll see” suddenly made much more sense to her as she shuddered slightly in disgust. 

“Can’t we take a night off? I mean don’t you guys think we’ve been going a little extra hard recently?” Pope tried to reason as you swam back up towards the boat, forcing yourself on board again. 

“I’ll be there.” You interjected as the water ran down your body, soaking the deck of the hms. 

“we all will be.” JJ fired back, a confusing swirl of concern and anger towards your attitude fought for dominance within his head. 

You ignored him once more and lay back on the sodden deck, letting your persistant introspection rest as the blanket that was intoxication comforted you. You looked up at the clouds and the weighlessness returned. Before you knew it, he sounds of Pope and Sarah chatting drifted away with the soft waves that carried the boat. You lost grip on consciousness as the sun lulled you to sleep.

Around half an hour went by before JJ spoke up. “hey" he double checked you were definitely asleep.

He took your silence as confirmation before turning to the other two. “Y'all saw that right?”

“Saw what?” Sarah played dumb even though he she knew exactly what he was referring to.

“the way she was acting” He whisper shouted, confused as to why no one else seemed remotely worried. “It was like she hated us.” He spoke with the tone of a wounded man.

“Yeah… us.” Pope muttered under his breath.

“I think she’s just tired J, she uh- she had a long night.” Sarah stiffled what had been something between a laugh and a groan.

“Nah guys look- I know her, that wasn’t normal.” JJ didn’t ease up.

“We all know her.” Pope jumped on the defensive.

“c’mon dude it’s not just me, somethings obviously wrong”

At this point Sarah wished for anything to distract him, because as much as JJ wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to academic performance, he most certainly wasn’t dumb. And he definitely knew what he was talking about when it came to you.

“Maybe It’s.. you know..” Pope waggled his eyebrows. “Her time…” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck “of- of the month?”

“Nice Pope.” Sarah rolled her eyes.

“’s not that. Guys look listen to me somethings definitely wr-“ the ringing of his phone interrupted JJ mid sentence. Saved by the bell. Literally.

JJ grabbed his phone and his frown eased up slightly as he looked at the caller ID.

“Hey baby” his tone made it seem like whatever he had been worrying about softened it’s grip on him at the sound of her voice. “Uh huh, okay give us ten and we’ll be there.” He hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket.

“Kie?” Sarah asked, praying he wouldn’t resume his ramble.

“Yeah she’s finished up at the wreck, wants us to go get her.” And with that the subject was dropped.

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The late afternoon breeze stroked you awake as you suddenly became aware of the voices around you.

Your eyes fluttered open and you stirred where you lay, your body stiff from the 4 hour positioning against the hard wood of the hms. You slowly sat yourself up and threw your T-shirt back on your body before turning back to glance at the now complete group of pogues. Fuck how long had you been out for.

You let your eyes linger on Kiara and JJ a couple of seconds longer than everybody else. He laughed carelessly pulling her tighter against his side. You groaned out quietly and reached for your phone, typing out that damned name.

To Rafe: Having a party and you didn’t invite me? I’m almost offended.

Almost instantly a reply came through.

Miss me already?

You rolled your eyes as he sent you another.

Figured Sarah would open her big mouth, better see you tonight ;)

“Morning Camper.” John B spoke up. You turned around to face him, every single one of them with their attention on you.

“Hey can you take me home?” You directed at no one in particular.

“You don’t wanna stay and hang out?” Kie asked, she wanted to reach you, connect with you.

“I just want to go home” You were irritated and your head hurt, you were certainly in no mood for any of this.

John B was next to try “C’mon man we haven’t all hung out like this in ag-“

“Fuck just take me home” You lashed out. “please” You added in an attempt to soften the blow.

Silence fell over the pogues as John B lifted himself up and steered the boat towards the direction of your house.

As you hopped down you muttered a joyless goodbye to everyone.

“Wait! I’ll walk you in.” JJ peeled himself away from Kiara and followed behind you, slightly speeding as you hadn’t bothered to stop and wait.

He walked beside you, waiting until you were both out of hearing distance from the others.

“why are you angry?” He spoke up.

“I’m not angry.” You tried to walk faster but a calloused hand stopped you.

“Stop. Just stop.” You heard the desperation in his voice as he turned you around to face him. “can you just talk to me? Look whatever I did to piss you off I’m sorry. You just- you were fine yesterday and now all of a sudden you hate us-“

“Stop JJ” You just wanted it to stop. The consequence of your actions pounding down on you with every word that left his mouth.

“Stop what?!” He couldn’t help but shake you.

“Talking! Stop talking!” You shoved him forcefully off of you.

“The hell's wrong with you?! dude I’m worried about you. Today’s just been so weird.” His fingers shoved themselves through his hair, a nervous habit of his.

The familiar lump in your throat began to form at the sight of your best friend.

“I’m tired J.” It wasn’t a lie, you really were fucking exhausted. You were tired of lying, tired of watching the boy you loved love someone else, tired of trudging through your life heartbroken.

“You’re lying.” He shook his head like a disappointed parent. “Why you lyin' to me?”

“JJ. I’m. Tired.” You screwed your eyes shut as your breathing began to quicken “I’m not lying I’m just-“

“Okay alright.”  His embrace cut you off. “I believe you.” He hated seeing you upset. Having known you practically his whole life, he also knew that nothing ever got resolved when you got like this, so he dropped the subject.

You almost broke down then and there, using everything you had in you to move your arms around him, hugging him back.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, the meaning behind your words far greater than he could realise.

“Hey it’s okay, we all have off days right?” He let go of you and gave you a small smile.

“Right.” Your remained court and quiet. 

“I’ll see you tonight. Go rest for a bit okay?”

You nodded and began to walk away before his voice stopped you once more.

“Yo” You turned to see that he had shoved his hands in pockets. “You’d tell me if something was wrong right?” He hated that he even had to ask.

“Mhm, course” You lied straight through your teeth before turning and walking away from him uninterrupted. You knew that as soon and as your bedroom door closed behind you, you’d sink down into a pit of despair and loathing.

Whilst the resolution had given him a little comfort, something deep inside told him that this wasn’t the end of it.

Perhaps he should have left things alone, maybe then things wouldn’t have escalated to extent that they were about to.

So as he watched you walk away, JJ stood there unknowing of what was to come. Unknowing of the way things were about to change between you forever.

[hoffmansgirl]

a casual movie night with your boyfriend 𝜗𝜚 𝓷. 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐳

MDNI. +18 only ◜｡ ࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 smutttyy — unprotected piv, choking.

"focus on the movie, hmm?".

you tried. you really tried, but it was nearly impossible as you felt nicholas' girthy cock slip in and out of your sloppy hole, a memorable, squelching sound echoing in the room every time he did so.

your eyelids felt heavy as you rested your head on your outstretched arms, trying your best to focus on the screen in front of you. what were you even watching? you couldn't tell. every coherent thought left your mind as nicholas' hand found itself on your lower back, pressing hard enough to make you arch towards him. you heard him mumble something incoherent — or maybe you were just too fucked out to hear it. you bit your lip, wincing in discomfort every time his tip pressed against your cervix. his thrusts were slow and deliberate, perfectly calculated to drive you insane — it just wasn't enough, but at the same time, it was too much.

nicholas' hands travelled up your back, massaging the sore muscles of your shoulders, as if he knew that was exactly what you needed. your soft sighs filled the room, along with the slapping of skin, and you let your eyes fall closed just for a second. your boyfriend wasn't having it, though — his once soft touch became increasingly more intense, now, as his hand slid down your body only to slap your ass harshly. he watched your backside wiggle against his lower abdomen as he did so — your hips beginning to grind down onto his own to chase the pleasure. you cried out, supporting yourself on your forearms as your head fell back, soft pants leaving your mouth every few seconds.

"no, no, no, baby. you wanted to watch this movie so badly. what happened?", nicholas teased, pushing into you harder, deeper — one of his hands clamping down on your neck, pulling you towards him until your back rested against his chest. you could feel the warmth emanating from him, his shallow breath tickling your collarbone as he left sloppy kisses on your shoulder.

"i want— jus' need to cum, nick, please", you managed to let out, your hips working harder in order to bring yourself to the edge. nicholas' chuckled, his teeth grazing your skin, tongue darting out to soothe the pain immediately after. his movements became erratic as though he tried to hold back, wanting nothing more to see you slowly fall apart under him.

"not yet, sweetheart", he cooed softly, squeezing your neck before pushing you down onto the bed again. "watch the movie f'me. if you behave...", his fingertips run down your spine, gently enough to give you goosebumps. your back arched even more, your ass pushing back against him mindlessly until you felt him hit your cervix again.

"will you be good f'me? hmm? can you be a good girl and do that?", nicholas mumbled, his palms flat next to your head as he leaned over you, practically straddling your shaking form. the slight change of angle caused him to reach even deeper, his cock bullying its way into you as if you were nothing but a toy. and you loved every second of it.

"yes, nicholas", you whined, gulping audibly as his hips met your ass again. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you fought to keep them open.

everything for your boyfriend, though.

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[gojodickbig]

it's 5 AM, i'm dead tired, but i just saw this tiktok and immediately thought gojo would totally love this challenge so i HAD to write something!!! help guys miss him so much, it’s pathetic😭😓

cont: crack and fluff fluff fluff!!

wc: 1,3k.

divider from @uzmacchiato !!

satoru burst through the door with a shopping bag in hand, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. “alright, baby, drop whatever boring thing you’re doing. i’ve got a challenge for us!” he said, plopping down onto the couch next to you.

you glanced up from your book, narrowing your eyes. “satoru, the last time you said that, you tried to teach me how to salsa dance.”

he grinned even wider. “hey, that was a legendary performance!”

you raised an eyebrow. “legendary performance? you fell flat on your face.”

“it was part of the performance,” he shrugged, brushing it off. “but this is totally different! i saw this challenge on tiktok—maybe instagram? nah, probably youtu—whatever, doesn’t matter. the point is, one person wears flavored lipstick, and the other has to guess the flavor while blindfolded! so funny, huh?”

you raised an eyebrow. “and you bought lipsticks for this?”

“of course!” he pulled out a box of neon-colored lipsticks with ridiculous flavor names, clearly proud of his purchase. “i didn’t want to half-ass it. I even got the fancy ones.”

you blinked at him, bemused. “you really saw it and immediately decided to try it?”

“well, yeah.” he leaned closer, grinning. “i can’t miss a chance to prove my superior taste buds—and besides, you get the chance to kiss me a bunch of times. it’s a win-win. so, what do you say, sweetheart?”

“yeah, sure.” you sighed, rolling your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “i’d say you’re literally delusional. but… fine, i’ll humor you this time.”

“i knew you couldn’t resist me,” he said, already tying the blindfold around his head, winking like he was about to perform some epic magic trick. “let’s do this!”

you grabbed the first lipstick, twisting the cap. the sweet scent of cherry filled the air as you swiped it on. “alright. first flavor. let’s see how good your taste buds really are.”

he grinned under the blindfold and leaned in, his hands brushing over your face. his kiss was deliberate, slow—definitely more than just a “guessing” kiss. when he pulled back, he smacked his lips together like he was really trying to analyze it.

“hmmm… strawberry?”

you raised an eyebrow. “wrong.”

he tilted his head, eyes narrowing like he was deeply offended. “what? no way. it has to be strawberry.” he leaned in again, much slower this time, brushing his lips against yours as if he were reading the flavors.

pulling back, he licked his lips. “peach!”

“nope.”

“what?!!! come on, one more time. i’m right this time, i can feel it,” he said with a pout, already leaning back in.

“soda.”

you leaned back slightly, trying not to laugh. “nope, you’re not even close.”

he paused, staring at you through the blindfold as if you were personally betraying him. “wait… are you messing with me? like, really?”

“i’m literally not!” you said, rolling your eyes and trying (and failing) to hide your smile. “what would be the point of the challenge if i were cheating?! your taste buds just suck, apparently!”

gojo rolled his eyes dramatically under his blindfold. “alright, alright. i’ll nail it this time.” he leaned in for another kiss, his lips brushing yours like he was savoring every second. when he pulled back, he slapped a hand to his forehead.

“it’s apple. I’m sure of it,” he said with a confident grin.

“nope.”

“are you kidding me? i’m being sabotaged. this is a joke.” he dramatically wiped an imaginary tear from his eye.

“you’ve got it all wrong,” you said, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

you were starting to lose track of how many lipsticks had been applied at this point, each kiss lasting longer than the last, with gojo growing increasingly determined (or, at least, pretending to be). by the time you got to the cola-flavored one, you couldn’t take it anymore.

you ripped his blindfold off and glared at him. “satoru, you greedy little shit. you’re saying the wrong flavors on purpose just because you want more kisses!”

his mouth fell open, and he looked shocked, clutching his chest in faux offense. “me? i would never! i’m an honest man, i swear.”

you crossed your arms, unimpressed. his lips were twitching as if he was fighting back a grin.

he leaned in slowly, eyes twinkling with mischief. “okay, fine, you caught me.” he cupped your face and gently stroked your cheek, then kissed you again, just a little more slowly this time, as if savoring the moment.

you muttered, half-pouting, “you’re ridiculous. if you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve just said so.” but you weren’t fooling anyone—your cheeks were flushed, and your heart was racing a little faster than you’d like to admit. “no more kisses for you! you’ve had enough for today and for the rest of the week!”

gojo paused, looking at you with an exaggerated pout, then whispered, “just one more for the road?”

“satoru!”

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[januaryembrs]

Hi!! Could I please order a spicy hot chocolate for Spencer Reid? (Like you know, the ones that people put cayenne pepper in?!)

You’re an incredible writer and human!

BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND | Spencer Reid x Reader

description: your brother brings home his dorky college classmate, Spencer

length: 2.5k

warnings: spicy, SMUT (omg Em attempts smut and even then its pretty tame but why are my hands shaking), minors dni! heed my warnings this is not for you minors!! nipple stuff, mens genitalia mentioned, Spencer and reader get horny for one another oop. I really hope this is okay I've literally written smut once and even then I second guessed myself so much. SEASON ONE GLASSES SPENCE. BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND SPENCE. smut under the cut.

You felt eyes on you without even having to turn where you were stuffing laundry into the washing machine, your face sweaty with the midsummer heat. 

“Jesus Christ, you look like Hot Topic threw up on you,” Your brother’s voice resounded as two sets of footsteps entered the kitchen, and someone cleared their throat where you were bent over, denim shorts riding high up your ass cheeks. 

Flicking a look over your shoulder, you pulled the spoon full of peanut butter out of your mouth, yanking a headphone out of your ear to address him. 

“Don’t shit your pants, dickbrains, it’s all I have until my clothes are clean,” You snapped at Ryan, tongue dancing with the creamy, sweet spread, and your eyes dropped to his left where his best friend fussed over his sweater cuffs, a duffel bag on his back, and your eyes softened as you saw Spencer looking flushed in your kitchen, “Hi, Spence,” 

“Hi,” He peeped shyly, and you smiled widely at the obscenely tall boy who had been to your house a number of times. Ryan had met Spencer on the first day of college, or at least his first day. For Spencer, it had been six years already, his third doctorate well underway, and the two had quickly bonded over something dumb and nerdy you’d never bothered to take note of. You clicked the dials on the machine to a low setting, pouring some detergent into the drum and pressing the ‘Start’ button.

“You guys doing homework?” You asked, fixing where your shirt slouched off the side of your shoulder, exposing your lack of bra and baring your collar bones, and you were quick to catch the way Spencer’s hazel hues fell there with something fleeting and guilty in his expression. 

“We’re not twelve years old calculating how many watermelons Sally and Jess have all together,” Your brother scoffed, screwing his lips in annoyance, just as much as any twenty year old pumped full of hormones and energy drinks. “We’re writing a paper on thermodynamics; Spencer’s staying over tonight,”

Rolling your eyes at his know it all snark, you pulled a face back at him, despite the fact you were one year older. You looked to his left where Spencer stuffed his hands in his pockets, his cheeks pink as he caught himself like a fly in honey in one of your usual arguments. 

“Do you want a drink, Spence?” You offer, ignoring Ryan’s shitty attitude, heading over to the fridge and swinging the door open, your fathers bottles of beer clinking together where they lay flat on the top shelf. 

“Soda would be great, please,” Spencer murmured, trying not to stare as you leaned over, those little, black hot pants skirting up so far his face felt feverish and he forced himself to look at the linoleum tiles in a scrambled attempt to control his thoughts. 

He felt like a kid again, with a stupid little crush on the older girl who batted her lashes and called him Spence and smiled at him like you knew exactly how you made that big brain of his turn to mush when you spoke to him. 

Handing him a Coke, he tried to ignore the way your cold fingers brushed and avoided your gaze at all cost.

“Thankyou,” He said, his voice cracking in the very middle of it in a way that made him feel like a total loser, and he heard you giggle, his neck growing a prickling hot. 

Before you could say much else, his friend grabbed his sleeve, tugging him in the direction of his room where you couldn’t bother them anymore. 

Spencer was thinking about your laugh the entire afternoon, until they gave up writing and turned to watching Star Trek, the evening air quickly turning humid and dark, and he begged the tightness in his boxers to leave him be for even just a second.

Only, he found no such luck, tortured by the thought of you being just a single flight of stairs away from him. 

–

You were doing dishes by the time you heard him again. Assuming it was Ryan, you made no effort to greet him since it usually was only responded with a grunt or cuss anyways. 

Except you could tell by the footsteps that were too careful, the presence that was too soft, even by the way he cleared his throat nervously, that it certainly wasn’t your obnoxious brother who had come into the kitchen for a midnight snack. 

Whirling around at the sound, Spencer stood on the other side of the dining table you'd been sitting at just a few hours ago eating pasta and listening to your mom recounting her stressful day in the office. Thin, framed glasses perched on his nose, ones you’d never seen before, glinting in the light from the oven as he blinked at you behind the lenses. 

“Spence,” You said with a tired smile, eyes dropping to his shirt and plaid trousers, “Cute jammies,” 

He paused for a second, looking down to the grey Doctor Who set, a diagram of the TARDIS splayed across his chest, and he blanked when he tried to figure out if you were kidding or being genuine, “Thank you. You too,”

He didn’t know why he’d said it, maybe because that’s just what you do when someone is being kind, except only then did he look at what you were wearing, and impossibly so it was even more scandalous than what you were wearing earlier. 

A tank top, if he could even call it that with how far it rode up, and a lacy pair of blush underwear, a pretty white bow resting just below your belly button. 

Following his gaze as it devoured your exposed appendage, you grinned at him devilishly, “Sorry, it gets pretty hot in my room at night,” 

“Y-yeah I can imagine you-you’re hot,” He stammered, realising what he said when you raised a brow at him, “B-because you’re a floor up, I mean, and heat rises because hot air has a lower particle density than cool air although some physicians believe-”

“I know what you meant, Spence,” You said with a smirk, moving around the table to stand in front of him, your feet padding softly against the cold floor. Looking up at him with a tilted head, you inspected the frames you realised were a mahogany brown now you were close enough to see them properly, you peered past the lenses and right into where his doe eyes stared back at you, skittish and flustered, “Are these new?” 

Spencer licked his lips nervously, “I used to wear glasses when I was a kid but now I wear contacts,” He said, rubbing clammy palms over his trousers. He could smell your detergent from here, the same one he’d seen you pour over your laundry just a few hours earlier, ‘Blossom breeze’ or something girly and sweet and floral like that. He didn’t know the brand, but it was entirely intoxicating, except he suspected it had nothing to do with the liquid and more to do with the fact he could see your nipples pressing against your shirt when you stood so close to him, “Girls don’t really think scrawny guys in glasses are.. hot,” 

You sniggered, though your brows furrowed the slightest bit, “Who told you that?” 

“Lot’s of girls, more than once actually, it’s just kind of common knowledge,” He fumbled, his chest pricking with nerves when your fingers moved up to grip his waist gently, thumbs danced down his hip bones, the gentle touch alone stirring his cock into a painfully hard stance. He gulped, the sound loud in the sombre twilight of the kitchen, and for a guy who had aced every single test he’d ever taken, who played chess against himself for fun to guess his next five moves, Spencer had no clue where he existed outside of your body so close to his, looking at him like he was a puppy begging for treats if he gave paw. 

“I think those girls are absolute boneheads if they can’t see how pretty you are, Spence,” You said his name as if it was the only one that had ever mattered, and he couldn’t help how his chest swelled at the sentiment, even if he wasn’t so off guard as to actually believe that. You’d always had this way of making people feel special, he saw it at your family barbecue last Summer, when your cousins flocked around you like you were their Queen Bee, how you seemed to make waiters and waitresses alike flush under your preening smiles and 'please's and 'thankyou's whenever you took Spencer and your brother out for dinner. 

“T-thankyou,” He replied after a thick breath, his chest rattling as you pulled him towards your calm figure, and he let himself be guided like he were leashed, “Y-you’re pretty too,”

He wanted to tell you so much more than that, that you were beautiful like all the popular girls at school were, only humble and kind like the golden part of you glittered inside too, except before he could even attempt at expanding on his three pathetic little words he’d stammered through laboured breaths, he effectively got fully disconnected from his brain when you leaned in towards his face and brushed your nose against his, testing the waters. 

Your gaze trailed up to his innocently, so close he could feel your minty breaths fanning over his bottom lip, and he guessed you’d already brushed your teeth ready for bed. 

“You really think I’m pretty, Spence?” You asked naively, even if he knew it was just because he forgot how to speak when you were too forward, as if you were trying not to spook a deer. He nodded quickly, his eyes zeroing on where your mouth was mere centimetres away from him, one single shiver in his spine and he would be kissing you, and like you’d heard his train of thought, you pushed your lips against his softly, his body jolting with an electric shock. 

There could be sirens surrounding the entire house and he would be none the wiser, because in mere seconds his blood was rushing through his eardrums, sounding like radio static, and it was only when he felt the vibration of it against his mouth did he realise you’d whined, and his hands sprung to life, cupping both your cheeks and tugging you closer to his face as if he was clinging onto every second of the feeling. 

Spencer groaned, a sound he didn’t even realise he was going to make until he felt your fingers squeeze him lightly, and he snapped back into his body like a hair tie slinging him back into a world where the girl he’d had a teeny, tiny, maddening crush on for months was making out with him in her kitchen. 

“‘Gotta be quiet, baby, my parents are asleep,” You said, breathless as you ripped yourself away from him, despite the fact he was insistently pulling you back towards his mouth, and you smiled up at his urgency, “You ever kissed a girl before, Spence?” ��

He sighed, and you’d never counted him as sassy until you heard it, almost spoiled and bratty now you’d given him a taste of heaven and held it back from him for the sake of small talk.

“Once, at recess in fifth grade, but it wasn’t like this,” He said, yanking you back towards him ravenously, and you let him devour your lips again, grinning into his desperate mouth, “Never been like this,” 

You weren’t sure whether he meant himself or what was likely a peck on the lips between kids as a dare, but you didn’t think too hard about it, as you slotted yourself back into his rough hands, calluses on the insides of his right fingertips from the years holding a pen so hard he might just break it. He felt your mouth open, and he followed your lead, your tongue feathering out with a shyness you showed nowhere else. And it was like every single statistic and number and fact about sharing saliva flew out of his head with wanton need as he dove right for the source, the tip of his tongue meeting yours with a warm nudge and he heard you mewl in pleasure. 

Spencer didn’t know what had come over him. Only moments ago he’d been too nervous to even look at you in fear of stumbled around a few syllables and calling them words. Yet here he was, his glasses slipping down his nose and pressing against the bridge of your own, your chest pressed so close to him he could feel your nipples pebbling against his TARDIS shirt, and it was like it was then he remembered you had no bottoms on except your panties. 

He hooked a hand underneath one of your legs, hiking it up to his waist and pushing even further up against you, the sudden movement making you gasp, your lower back hitting the dining table as his pubic bone ground against the ball of nerves that had been aching since you caught him shuffling around your kitchen in his damn Doctor Who pyjamas. 

Sliding his broad fingers up, your skin spread into gooseflesh and it was your turn to become putty under his touch as he bravely grabbed a handful of your arse, though his touch was still light and uncertain if he was crossing any boundaries. The change in position meant you felt yourself leaning back, your spine spreading out like a cat in warm sunlight, and he was quick to accommodate you, ever eager to please as Spencer was, moving away from the warmth of your mouth and kissing his way down to your pulse, the feeling of it making both of you hum on quietened tones in pleasure. 

“Why have we never done this before?” You asked breathlessly, your chest rising frantically as you gasped for air, a hushed moan bleeding into your airways. 

Spencer held you upright with one of his long arms, thought his mouth devoured a path over your collar bones, heading right for where your breasts lay in wait, and he didn’t even bother trying to remove your top as he kissed over your nipple with hungry, warm lips. 

“I dunno, probably because Ryan wouldn’t be too happy with me trying to fuck his sister while he’s eating dinner,” Spencer said without thinking, his tone sharp and witty as ever, like the noises you were making and the desperation in your touch seemed to rewire his thoughts into something overindulged. 

But you laughed, loud enough you slapped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from waking up the whole house, because you had no idea how you’d explain to them why you and Spencer had ended up half sprawled on the dining table as he practically fixed himself onto every inch of you. And without warning he chuckled too, the vibration blowing over your skin that was already humming with excitement. 

“Do you think we could do this more often?” You asked, raising yourself up onto your elbows as his hands spread over your stomach, riding your top up just the smallest bit so he could kiss over your stomach, his pupils blown out into planets behind his glasses, his cheeks tinged raspberry red, his gaze drunken like he was in some sort of sugar rush only ready to stop when he’d gotten his fill, though at the rate he was going Spencer thought that day might not actually come. 

You were a drug, a nectar he’d never come close to, and he felt like every kiss to your skin only made that well in his stomach dig deeper and deeper, possibly never running dry as his every thought overflowed with drops of you, and your smell, and your taste, and your tongue. 

Missing your lips, he moved back up to your face, crashing his mouth back onto yours as your fingers raked through his hair, the sensation jolting his rod like appendage into you own pelvis, the two of you shivering with the feeling of it. 

“I think we can arrange that,” He murmured, and you grinned up at him devilishly as he fiddled with the cotton hem of your underwear nervously, his boldness wearing off as he saw that glint in your eyes that spelled trouble. But he understood that nervous and excitement felt so similar it was easy to mistake one for the other, perhaps even mesh both together at the same time, and the logical explanation for his clammy hands and racing heart seemed to soothe him the slightest bit. 

He loved sleepovers at your house.

[boltwrites]

logan absolutely acting like a starved man eating your pussy PLEASE i’m taking whining groaning BEGGING for you jesus christ

A/N: hello yes. also love that out of the 6 requests i received, 2 of them are about logan giving oral. we have Expectations for this man.

anyway, i'm kind of out of practice when it comes to smut, apologies lmao

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"Come on-"

You stumbled back, shins colliding with the foot of the bed as you fell flat on your ass, scrabbling against the sheets to prop yourself up on your elbows. You didn't want to miss a damn second of this. It was your fault, anyway - why Logan was acting like this, why he looked like a man starved - you'd been teasing him all night. Not even subtly, like you enjoyed at times. No, this had been filthy. Scandalized. It had left him open mouthed, practically panting. Sending you hungry, sinful looks from across the room. Shifting his weight from one hip to the other as he tried to look casual adjusting his jeans. And you just kept pushing.

Well, he'd pushed back. Pushed you right through the door of your room, until your ankles smashed into the box spring and your ass hit the bed.

You couldn't help but stare at the man. His pupils were blown wide with lust, chest heaving and hair rumbled at the front, little beads of sweat gathering at his brow. If you didn't know him better, you could have mistaken it for anger, for rage -

But you knew better. You knew that look for what it really was - pure, feral lust.

He stalked forward, with all the danger and power of a predator. The door slammed behind him - when had he grabbed it? - and he didn't even bother to lock it. Trivial things like that - he didn't have time for them. Not when his gaze was locked on you.

You pressed against the rumbled bedcovers with the flat of your palms. Even if logically you knew he just wanted to fuck you, you still responded instinctually to that primal urge inside you to put distance between yourself and danger. Your heels dug into the edge of the bed, to try and crawl further back - but Logan cocked his head to the side, eyebrow raised and gaze narrowing.

"Now... where do you think you're going?"

This was about the time of the night when all your bravado flew straight out the window. All the tools you'd used so far tonight - a tactical flutter of your lashes, the drag of your instep across the seam of his jeans under the table, a filthy, depraved scene whispered against the shell of his ear - they all shattered in an instant when he finally, finally got a chance to act on those fantasies. Because you knew it would be better.

You stilled - you likely looked every bit the deer in headlights as he closed the gap between you with two measured strides, calloused hands wrapped around your calves and tugging.

You gasped, ass dragging along the bed until you were flush with the edge, Logan looming over you like an oncoming storm.

His eyes locked with yours, fingers squeezing tighter as his jaw clenched, flexing the muscles there as his gaze flit from your lashes to your lips, then, to the anxious, excited bob of your throat.

"All night whispering filthy shit in my ear and now you're speechless. That's how it goes, isn't it?" he smirked, then. A devilish, wry thing that stirred something low in your stomach.

"I-" you started, and he shook his head, nudging your knees apart with his own.

"Oh no, you don't need to start now," he chuckled, low and conspiratorial. "You just need to do what I tell you to. Take your pants off."

Oh god. You shivered - you recognized that tone, the glint in his eye. You'd pushed him just far enough for this - for a side of him you only glimpsed on the rarest of occasions.

Usually, when you teased him, he'd rip his shirt off and toss you onto the bed, tug your hair and handle you with that sweet, rough touch. You craved from from him, when he'd been gone for too long or you'd been too caught up in your own work to care for either of your needs.

Rarely, you'd push some invisible button and he'd channel that energy into torturing you with the concept of pleasure - nudging you to the precipice of release and pulling you back over and over and over until there were tears running down your cheeks and it was all you could do to cry his name, beg for that release.

But this - this was more. You'd pressed further, led Logan through the thralls of insatiable carnal desire and set him down just beyond that. Here, the heat of his own desire had been dulled as you teased and taunted and smirked, denying him the attention he needed over and over until the craving for his own release had been pruned, supplanted with the bone-deep hunger for your pleasure, to leave you ruined, so drunk on his touch that you'd wonder why you would have ever chosen social norms over his fingers, his tongue, his cock.

Obviously, you played this game because you were a gambler. Rolling the dice hoping you'd come across the very same looking in his eye you were staring at in this exact moment.

Jackpot.

You nodded - hands shaking with anticipation as you unlatched the button of your jeans, unfurled the zipper after. You sat eye level with his belt buckle, the denim below it straining with how hard he was for you. Maybe if you just reached out and -

"Off," he hissed. He was in control here. You'd had that chance earlier tonight, and you'd squandered it on dirty talk with no destination, no point or purpose.

You obeyed his request instead - slid your hands under your clothes, wiggling your way out of everything that covered you -

And Logan fell to his knees - no grace, no poise as he gathered the fabric that had pooled around your ankles and threw it to the far side of the room, eyes dark and determined.

Oh, was he -

He clawed at your thighs, your ass - dragged you to the edge of the bed before he splayed his hands flat against your thighs, strong fingers spreading open your legs as his focus narrowed down to the slick mess you'd become.

Oh, fuck.

He breathed, ragged - shoulders shaking as took a last, gasping breath before he dove into you.

You cried out - how could you not, as his nails dug against the flesh of your ass, damn near lifting your hips off the bed. You fell back, spine arching as his sideburns scraped the sensitive skin on the inside of your thighs, at the junction of your legs and core. But that was nothing compared to his tongue - the tongue he use to carve his way inside you, lapping at you like you were all that could sustain him. It massaged you from the inside out, laving along your walls like some insane perversion of a kiss.

You keened into his touch - tried to use what little leverage you had to roll your hips against his lips - only to be stopped by his fierce hold on your ass, your thighs. It was all you could do to dig your nails into the sheets, your other hand threading through his hair and scraping along his scalp, tangling in those tresses and tugging, as if you could bury him inside you like this.

And he did his damndest. He was ravenous - you couldn't tell through your own cries of pleasure, but you could have sworn you heard him growl. He kissed and suckled against you, pressing himself ever closer -

And you keened as his nose grazed against your clit, thighs shaking with need as his eyes - that had previous been closed in reverent, absolute focus - snapped open to find your own as he leaned against that hand in his hair, and ground his nose to your throbbing clit.

You damn near screamed, bucking against his lips, his vice-like grip on your hips, his damn nose - as he all but nuzzled you to completion, drinking in your release like a fine wine even as you twitched and gasped for air in his hold.

But he wasn't anywhere near done. The noise he made as he dragged his tongue out of your folds was absolutely obscene, and you damn near sobbed at how, even though you'd just come, you still ached for him.

And he knew it. He hummed - low, pleased, as he removed a hand from your shaking thigh to trail through the wet mess he'd left, teasing them just at the edge of your entrance so you could feel every ridge of his callouses. The texture of those fingers had a soft, desperate noise leaving your lips as he finally dipped them into you - so slow that you could sob from it.

And you did sob - more like you screamed when hot breath washed over your clit, followed by the flat drag of a tongue.

"Fuck! Logan-!" You cried, thighs clenching around his jaw, heels digging into his back. You didn't know if you wanted to pull him closer or kick him square in that adamantine skull. You squeezed around his fingers, tight and needy, but that attention on your oversensitive clit sent sparks of pleasure-pain up your spine, your core flexing as you tried to take it.

But that was the thing - he knew you could take it. Knew that with his fingers inside you, with his lips wrapped around your clit, that soon that little flicker of pain would fade to crashing, blinding pleasure. He knew you loved it when he ate you out like this - lapped against your clit, sucked it until you were spiraling over again. That the first round was just a test to see how easily he could get you off. He had you now. And he wasn't letting you go.

He hummed against you, tongue narrowing to a point as he curled it around your clit, peppering you with sloppy kisses as he worked you through the sparking fire of too much, too soon. His fingers helped to calm the sting - he massaged against your walls, rocking in and out until he found that spot inside you with a slightly altered resistance, and then he set to work.

His free hand vacated your hip. Instead, he splayed it low across your stomach as he curled those fingers inside you. You cried his name - needy and desperate as he somehow managed to make two fingers feel like so much more.

All that, even while those circles he was drawing with his tongue tightened, adjusting to the way your hand pressed over his on your stomach, how the fingers curled in his hair loosened just slightly, drifted lover to scratch along the scruff of his jaw as you relaxed under him, until the little jitters of that muscle in your thigh were few and far between.

Then he wrapped his lips around you and sucked.

You screamed - actually, truly screamed his name. Your hips jolted, your nails dug into his skin as his tongue ravished you, cheeks hollowed as he worked you over like a practiced musician at his preferred instrument. His fingers curled - oh god, when had he added a third - and your back arched, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as the pleasure overwhelmed you.

It wasn't frantic and ever present, like your first orgasm - that had been simple work after a night of teasing, of purposeful denial. That had been a foregone conclusion. But this - this was careful, calculated, expert - and the pleasure built like floodwater against a dam, as he worked you just so he knew when you did come, your vision would blur at the edges and you'd shake apart harder than anything else.

His fingers curled, his wrist snapped as he thrust them into you, as his palm flattened against your stomach, his tongue flicked over your clit, his lips so tight, so perfect -

You don't remember what you screamed. It might have been his name, it might have been a plea for mercy - or maybe it was just a scream.

No matter what it was, he worked you through it with his tongue, his fingers, his lips.

And when you blinked up at him, bleary, corner of your mouth wet with either spit or tears - you caught that look. That feral look.

He wasn't done with you. Not even close.

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-seven of “obligatory sugar baby Kon” behind the cut. prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))

They spend a lot longer than Tim actually expects Kon to want to spend on that “couple things”, since obviously they can’t start with the exciting stuff and he just assumes Kon will get bored in about thirty seconds’ worth of Tim Drake’s awkward and over-detailed explanations of every little thing and also will experience immediate regret about admitting that he both doesn’t know how to do something and isn’t going to be immediately good at said something. Any time Kon’s not immediately good at something they’re doing in training he gets mad or pissy or at least frustrated and acts like a total asshole about it, but right now . . . 

Kon falls off the board and lands on his ass for the third time and for the third time just grins up at him sheepishly, and Tim feels very weird and not-normal and sort of just–smitten about it, really. 

“This is way different from surfing,” Kon says with a laugh, shaking his head, which is a little surprising to hear for some reason. If nothing else, Tim would’ve expected Kon to get even more frustrated, if he was assuming any apparent surfing experience might’ve helped him out here. He has heard it usually does, so maybe Kon’s just out of practice or his own standards are just, uh–a little too Bat, maybe. 

“Is it?” he asks, offering Kon a hand up again. Kon did it for him earlier, and anyway, it kinda makes him feel like carrying the other’s bags for him and being trusted with his weight feels. And Kon takes his hand, just like the last two times, and lets him help him up like there’s literally any reason he needs to bother to. “I’ve never tried surfing.” 

“It’s wicked,” Kon says, grinning at him again and giving his hands a quick squeeze before heading over to retrieve the board from where it skidded when he fell. He does not fall like a Bat, but he definitely does know how to. He’s just also clearly expecting his falls to be more of a “terminal velocity” situation than a “tripping off a skateboard” situation. Which, like–fair, yeah. “You gotta use your arms way more, though, and like, it just feels way more like you’re riding something, you know? Concrete just kinda sits there and there’s way less wind to worry about.” 

“Oh, yeah, I never really thought about the wind,” Tim says. Waves, definitely, but he didn’t follow the thought to its logical conclusion. “Pretty sure people based skateboarding on surfing to start, though, so is it really that different? Like, mechanically?” 

“I dunno,” Kon says with a shrug, tucking the board under his arm and trotting back over to him. “I mean, kinda? But also wheels are way harder to feel the ground through ‘cuz they’re spinning the whole time, so sometimes I get dizzy if I hold onto ‘em too much. And like, water moves a lot more than concrete, but the board’s totally flat against it, so like–easier to feel it, I guess? Just feels, like, more intense, kinda.” 

“. . . that’s really interesting, but are you seriously trying to use your TTK when you skate?” Tim asks, trying not to laugh at the idea even though he definitely should’ve expected it. “You’re such a cheater.” 

“Hey, I use TTK when I everything, thanks, and it’s not cheating!” Kon protests with another laugh, which is definitely not the way Superboy would’ve responded to Robin saying something like that. “You’re not cheating when you use your friggin’ ears and eyes, are you?” 

“Oh, blind skateboarding, that sounds terrifying,” Tim muses, and Kon laughs again. 

“I’d die! You’d die!” he says, sounding incredibly delighted about the prospect. 

“So I’m hearing we start with the low ramps, then,” Tim replies reasonably. 

“Oh my god, Tim,” Kon cackles, and then ducks in close to throw his free arm around his neck and kiss him again, his TTK wrapping around him for just a quick flash of pressure of its own. 

Tim feels–very weird, again. 

Specifically, he feels very weird hearing Kon’s voice saying his real name, especially right before kissing him. Kissing him, and also wrapping him up completely in the power he just identified as being as important and natural to him as his hearing and vision and, presumably, any other senses are. 

And again, Kon is clearly really, really tactile, so that’s hard not to be weird about too. 

Kon leans back, back to grinning at him, and Tim feels vaguely mortified and vaguely like eating him alive and also like this date has gone absolutely nothing like he planned, despite his best efforts. Kon brought him a present and he hasn’t bought Kon anything but an amount of grilled cheese sandwiches that can only be described as “inadvisable” and has in fact spent way more money on himself than he has on Kon, plus they’ve spent basically the whole date so far doing things he likes, not– 

“Um, just in case like a building collapses or a supervillain happens or whatever and I gotta run off early, um . . . thanks. For tonight, I mean,” Kon says, the grin he’s barely dropped briefly slipping into something a little shyer, and Tim stares blankly at him for a moment and feels like an insane person, or at least like he maybe just hallucinated that. “I’m really having fun.” 

Tim needs to check on the possibility of hallucinations, yeah. 

“You are?” he asks, fully bewildered by the idea, and Kon laughs again. 

“Obviously, you frickin’ nerd!” he says, then gives him a quick, sheepish smile and another peck on the cheek before turning that almost-inhuman shade of red again and pulling back, putting the board in front of himself and between them. Tim gently simmers to a boil and breaks down into a broth as every single ounce of meat in his body falls right off the bone. “I always have fun with you.” 

. . . Tim is maybe less a broth and now more, like, a stew that somebody left in the crockpot all day, or however Mrs. Mac used to do it. 

“Oh,” he says, desperately trying to remember how to string a functional sentence together that does not sound like a dropped typewriter. “Uh–good! Good. Um–I’m glad. Good. Me, uh–me too.” 

Kon blushes even darker and grins at him again, rocking back on his heels for a moment. 

“Cool,” he says. “Um–thanks, Tim. Again. Some more. I dunno.” 

Tim, again, feels very weird about hearing Kon say his real name, and some part of him kind of thinks, in an odd and distant way–did he just, like . . . forget how to just . . . not be Robin? Like–how to turn it off, and just feel the actually genuine things as Tim Drake, and not just the mask or the sidekick or the namesake? 

Well, that can’t be good. 

Kon keeps grinning at him, half-shadowed in the Gotham night and half-lit by electric Gotham streetlights and looking nothing like anything else Tim’s ever seen in Gotham, and Tim is definitely going to need to pencil in a couple hours on Sunday night to be an incoherent mess about him and also maybe, like . . . process some things, maybe. Think some stuff through. Adjust some– 

“So like, wanna go make out for a while in the full pipe?” Kon suggests hopefully, tipping his head towards it, and Tim forgets literally every single layer of other thoughts he was having. They are literally no longer relevant to anything and he does not care about a single one of them. 

“Yeah, okay,” he says, maybe a little too red himself now, and Kon grins. 

The full pipe helpfully informs them both that Tim can, in fact, give Kon a hickey if the other lets him, and helpfully informs Tim that he is never, ever going to be able to be in the same tri-state area as a mind-reader again. 

Well, he should probably be avoiding those for the next fifteen years anyway, so whatever.

[cherrygirlfriend]

ice cold pairing: stanford!bsf!art donaldson x iceskater!reader synopsis: you injure your foot while ice skating, your best friend takes care of you. warnings: fluff! wc: 700 this is the first time in a while i'm writing for another fandom but this idea feels so art coded... it's also very me coded because i literally slipped and injured my foot to the point i couldn't walk properly for two weeks. or the time i fell down the stairs and broke my ankle. bottom line is; i'm as clumsy as the mc of a wattpad story.

being on ice felt almost like a second nature to you, and art loved watching you skate, whether it was for an ice show or for a skating competition, watching your white skates almost blending in with the ice as you turned, spun, and jumped in a way that caused his heart to jump in his chest so naturally, he thought that it'd be a great idea to take you out to a skating rink.

you blew on the hot chocolate you held in your hands, covered by a pair of white mittens decorated with adorable pink snowflake patterns, "you do know that i skate every day?" you said with a chuckle, your brows raised and your cheeks stinging from the cold.

"yeah, but you never skate with me." he shrugged, sitting down to put his skates on his feet; honestly, he was sure he was going to fall, not having gone ice skating since he was a teenager himself; he actually had to borrow patrick's ice skates. luckily, they shared the same shoe size.

"have you thought it's because i skate every day?"

"yeah, but you play tennis with me." he quipped back, making you roll your eyes, "i just thought it'd be a fun idea!"

"it is a fun idea." you shrugged, finishing the last of the hot-now-lukewarm chocolate, before placing the mug down, starting to put on your own skates, ones you always wore when you practiced, "i just like giving you shit for no reason."

"of course you do." he chuckled, the two of you making small talk as you tied your respective skates to your feet, hoping the warm liquid would soon start taking effect and warm up your body.

you rose to your feet, holding your hand out to your boyfriend expectantly, "are you ready to embarrass yourself and fall flat on your ass, donaldson?"

"we'll see who's falling flat on their ass."

"did you put a curse on me, or something?" you mumbled, letting out a hiss as you tried to step on your swollen ankle, art stuttering and trying to get you to stop as he sat you down on the bench next to the rink and took off your skate along with wool sock, a nasty, purple spot starting to form on your ankle. "how bad is it?" you asked, and art could tell how desperate you were feeling, how badly you were hoping, praying it wasn't broken.

it all happened in a split second. you'd been doing a pirouette, something you did tens, if not hundreds, of times a day, and suddenly, you were on the ground.

"i'm pretty sure it's just twisted." art said, both of you letting out nearly identical sighs of relief. art, for your health, and you, for your skating.

"thank god." you sighed, "i haven't gotten properly injured while skating since i was, like, thirteen. i have no idea how this happened.

"maybe you just deserved to fall on your ass." art shrugged, causing you to roll your eyes and smacking his arm while exclaiming that he wasn't funny.

the moment you got home, art basically carried you onto the couch while you kept complaining that you were going to be fine, that his fussing wouldn't do any good, but the blonde immediately put three throw pillows under your foot and bringing an ice pack wrapped in a towel, placing it on your slightly swollen ankle.

"i think you should get this checked tomorrow, just in case." art sighed, "i'm just worried-"

you took his hand, bringing it to your lips and placing a small kiss to the back of it, art's eyes widening slightly, "what was that for?"

"for being fussy."

"obviously." he rolled his eyes, "i'm gonna put on some tea, and we can watch anything you want."

"anything?" you asked with a small grin, making him shake his head.

"i'm not watching another low-budget horror movie."

"you said anything!"

and before he knew it, your foot was on art's lap, an ice pack over it as he massaged your ankle, a half-drunk cup of tea, christmas cookies and a bottle of aspirin placed next to the sofa as you snored while cuddling up to a pillow, art's stanford hoodie covering you, while the blonde was trying to ignore hostel still playing on tv, instead focusing on watching your serene face.

[dixons-sunshine]

Ice, Ice, Baby | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Day Nine: Ice Skating

“I dun’ like this.”

“You haven’t even tried it before, Dar. How could you know if you don’t like it?”

“Dun’ like not bein’ stable on my feet. This shit’s gon’ be a guarantee that I fall on my ass, then m’gon’ be wet and cold, and then you’re gon’ have a grumpy asshole for a partner on the way home.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Well, first of all, thank you for being so honest about what’s gonna happen if you fall. Second of all, just try it, okay? If you stay on the ice for five minutes and then decide that you still don’t like it, we can go home.”

Daryl grumbled and finished tying the laces of the ice-skates you had given to him. “You’re lucky m’so damn fond’a ya, woman.”

The smile that spread over your face made butterflies erupt in the archer’s stomach. At that moment, Daryl knew that he was done for. If you asked him to steal the moon for you, he would do it. Anything to keep that radiant smile on your face.

“Thank you!” you said enthusiastically, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and laughing lightly at the red that coloured the skin on his face. You extended a hand towards him and helped him up from the log, taking a few steps back and situating yourself on the ice. “Come on, you can do it. Just take it nice and slow.”

The moment Daryl’s feet hit the ice, he grabbed your arms instead of your hands, his eyes widening slightly as he wobbled on the ice. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” he muttered to himself, trying to follow your lead as you led him further onto the ice.

“You’re doing great, Dar,” you reassured him, trying your hardest not to laugh at the look of nervousness mixed with concentration on his features. “You’re a natural at this.”

The moment your words met his ears, he wobbled again and nearly fell down, but thankfully steadied himself. “Yeah, right. ‘Natural’. Ain’t nothin’ natural ‘bout walkin’ on frozen water.”

“It’s fun!” you laughed, slowly leading him over the ice, making sure to keep him as steady as you could. “Come on, you gotta admit that this isn’t that bad.”

It really wasn’t, Daryl thought to himself. The actual ice skating bit wasn’t the part that made that fun for him. He felt like a baby giraffe trying to learn how to walk for the first time. It was the look of pure happiness on your face that made that all worthwhile. You had mentioned that you missed skating on the ice since the world ended, and he was thrilled that he was able to give you the experience you so deeply missed.

It certainly didn’t mean that he had to like the feeling of nearly falling flat on his behind every time the two of you turned, though.

The two of you skated around together on the ice for another few minutes, and Daryl felt the unstableness melt away. Slowly, but surely, he managed to copy your movements, and he felt rather proud of himself.

“See? I told you that you’re a natural at this,” you complimented him, slipping one of your arms from his grip and instead opting to hold his hand instead.

“I guess s’cause I had a good teacher,” he replied, a faint smile on his face as he gazed down at the ice, feeling a rush of excitement at his new ability.

“So, what’s the verdict? We going home?” you inquired, although you had a feeling about what the answer was going to be.

“Nah,” Daryl said with a shake of his head. “You’ve been wantin’ to do this for a while now. Guess I can tough it out for a while longer.”

“And this is totally not because you’re actually enjoying ice-skating?”

“Nah.”

“Okay,” you replied with a disbelieving laugh, rubbing your thumb over Daryl’s knuckles as the two of you continued to glide over the frozen water. “Just wanted to make sure.”

[corazondebeskar-reads]

how to break a girl in ten easy steps - part three

dark!Joel Miller x f!reader

series masterlist | prev chapter | next chapter

words: 762

summary: joel catches you.

chapter warnings: dark, dead dove do not eat, non-con, captivity, brute force, kicking, predator/prey, capture, use of a snare, broken bones, use of the honorific "master", sadist!Joel, punishment, makeshift gag, non-linear storytelling

dividers by @saradika-graphics

NOTE: please read and heed the series and chapter warnings. this is very dark. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. please read responsibly.

Step Four Once you’ve shown her that there’s no escape, you have to make sure it sticks. For a more effective lesson, we recommend a punishment that fits the crime. The severity of the punishment should be more than a typical infraction. 

He had let you stumble blindly through the woods for a day and a half. No food, no water, just you in your bare feet and terror. 

When he got tired of waiting and watching, he started to tease you. Let you hear him cough from across a clearing. Let you hear him take out a doe not far from your hiding place. Waited until you risked stopping to take a piss to step out from behind a tree and drawl, “Hey there, sweetheart.”

Let you run to the soundtrack of his raucous laughter. 

Let you run right into a snare, strolling lazily up to where the fishing wire had you caught by the ankle. It was twisted, for sure, and there were tears in your eyes. 

He scoffed. “Oh, baby, crying over that?” He rolls his eyes. “That’s gonna feel like a paper cut in about, oh… two seconds.”

And he swings the bat. 

He nestles ear plugs in snugly before cutting the wire and hauling your screaming, writhing body over his shoulder. 

When he tires of your blabbering, he shoves a dirty rag in your mouth and ties a bandana around your head, cinching it tight. You still bawl and whimper, but it’s quieter now, so he can keep an ear out for danger.

As if he isn’t the most dangerous thing in this forest. 

It’s almost embarrassing, how little time it takes to get back to the cabin. How little distance you’d managed to cover.

Or it would be, if you could think about things like being embarrassed. Your shattered ankle takes up most of your headspace, though, That, and the nauseating terror as he speaks casually of your impending lesson.

“Told ya,” he says with a shit-eating grin, “you shoulda prayed I didn’t find ya. Don’t worry your dumb little head ‘bout it, though. You’ll learn. You’ll never want to try and run from me again.”

His tone says he’s going to take you home and wrap you in fluffy blankets, serve you hot cocoa with marshmallows, and win your heart.

His eyes say you’re going to wish for death instead of freedom.

He was tired of your screaming and struggling by the time he’d carted you back. “Toughen up, baby, ‘cause I’m just getting started. I gave you a chance to be good and learn. Now we’re gonna do things my way.” 

He plopped you on your feet just inside the house, laughing as you tried to cling to the only thing nearby—him—to avoid putting weight on your rapidly swelling ankle. Your little fingers didn’t stand a chance as he peeled them from his shoulder, giving you a little shove in the process so you fell flat on your ass. 

“Stand up,” he barks. “Now.”

You shake your head, sobbing in renewed agony. 

“No?” he says incredulously. “Ya think you can tell me no? Stand the fuck up.”

He doesn’t wait, grabbing you by the arm and yanking you to your feet. He rolls his eyes when you fall again.

“Fuckin’ pathetic. You gonna do what I say, or do you need a lesson?” 

“I can’t,” you gasp, yanking the bandana down and the rag from your mouth. “It—”

“Did I say you could talk? Shut up, or I’ll give you something to really cry about,” he says out of habit, and then thinks. “Well. Something extra to cry about, anyway.”

He tries to pull you to stand again, a smirk on his face as you predictably hit the ground once more. “Tell you what. You beg me right, and I’ll let you stay off that ankle.”

“Please,” you choke out, and he gives your ankle the lightest tap with the tip of his boot, sending you howling in pain.

“Please what, you ungrateful brat?”

“P-please, sir…”

“Better, but you know what? I think I wanna hear you call me somethin’ else. Try that again, baby, but this time, say, ‘please let me crawl, master.’” There’s a strange look on his face, but you haven’t the state of mind to contemplate it. 

His words make your stomach churn. 

He takes your hesitation as disobedience and yanks you to your feet again.

“Please! P-please, let me c-crawl…” you stammer with a quivering lip. 

He raises an eyebrow.

“Please let me crawl, master,” you whisper. 

He drops you to the ground. “Mmm, yeah. I like the sound of that. Sure, baby, you can crawl for me. What a good little pet you’re being. I almost wanna reward you for that… but you’ve got some more lessons to learn first.”

next chapter

[merrygay]

“Ah ah… What did you say ?”

Alastor x reader

Warning : NSFW, Dacryphilia, Dark Themes, cannibalism, Alastor is a Warning himself. English is not my first language. I’m bad at writing synopsis. I’m bad at writing in general in fact.

Synopsis : Innocent reader tries to make a deal with Vox in order to protect herself from Alastor.

Other : Lovely ; Alastor x reader

(Sorry for the long delay, college is kicking my ass)

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It’s been a week since the incident with Alastor happened, he hadn’t touched you since or even come your way.

Though you still tried to avoid him like the plague, every time you saw him, around the corner, in the living room, anywhere, you just quickly run away for dear life.

You were scared, what if this time he eats you for good ? What if he does the same thing he did last time and then proceed to eat you at the same ? You were getting paranoid at this point.

Seeing your small figure scare away from him like the pretty prey that you are made him grin even wider. He was clearly enjoying this, enjoying you, at first he hated that he lost control to a miserable thing like you, but as time passes the idea of a plaything didn’t seem to bother him anymore, especially when he was this hungry.

You've tried to forget what happened, you've really tried, but every night when you're alone in bed, you can't help yourself.

The pulsating feeling between your legs won’t stop, oh poor you, it gets even worse when the image of his head between your legs becomes clearer, his tongue unashamedly licking the most intimate part of your body, making a mess of himself with your juices as they drip from your sensitive pussy while you moan and whimper.

An innocent thing like you can’t even understand why you are feeling like this.

You rub your thighs to cease the sensation the same sensation you felt when he did this forbidden thing to you but it doesn’t work, you keep whining until you finally fell asleep.

You had to find a solution and quick, you don’t know when he’s going to jump on you again and this time eat you for good.

So Here you were, in front of the building of nonetheless than the Vees. It was a dumb idea let’s be honest here. Each step you take to get closer to the doors makes your heart beats faster. Making a deal with Vox must be better than being killed by Alastor right ? Right ?

_

“You want me to do what now ?”

The man in front of you, with a flat-screen TV for a face, looked at you as if you'd said the stupidest thing in the world.

“Why would I make a deal with an employee of this stupid fucking hotel huh ?”

You swallow nervously at his answer, playing with your fingers as you try to avoid his piercing gaze.

“I-I need to make a deal with you because I heard you are the only one who is as strong as Alastor-“

Vox smiles widen as he seems to like the compliment, “Ahah. Go on, continue I don’t have the whole fucking day” he says tapping against his office table.

You then proceed to explain, trying to avoid some of the… more embarrassing details.

he begins to laugh… laugh ? Why is he laughing ?

“You’re telling me that you are the new toy of Alastor”

He pauses for a second smiling devilishly while looking at you from head to toe

“You know what I’ll make deal with you, stealing Alastor fucking food is much more fun I can’t wait to see the face of this old prick when-”

His TV face starts to vibrate, you could see it was one of the other Vees calling. He puts the call in one of his other TV.

“Hello there, Velvet. How are you this Hellish morning”, in stark contrast to Vox lively greeting, Velvet response was one of pure annoyance.

“Cut the shit vox, i need you up here NOW. Your little boy toy is wracking my department while I tried to put together a show !”

Other voices could be heard behind her notably Valentino’s who was cursing around, yelling and destroying the entire department. Velvet ends the call without giving Vox any chance to say something.

Vox’s smiling face drops, he lets out a loud sigh.

“Here I was.. excited for something… anyway come this afternoon, so we can finalize our deal, I have a fire to put out upstairs”

With that, you leave the building, and quickly go back to the hotel avoiding the sinners running around and killing each other.

-

You open the doors, but it's strangely quiet - maybe they've gone out, you wonder. You climb the stairs back to your room, but when you finally reach the corridor, you suddenly hear a static sound.

“Are you still going to avoid me hmm ?”

You hear that familiar voice, filtered through the radio, with that all-too-familiar smile. He appeared right in front of you. You flinch and take a few steps back, your legs ready to run in the opposite direction.

He chuckles, his smile widening, awnnn how cute, you're still this scared of him.

“Now now don’t be scared, I just want to have a little chat with you” he says while turning around. Alastor was now walking towards your room Insinuating you to follow him.

“N-no ! I’m not going to, you should stay away from me, I made a deal with Vox !”

As those words settles in, the corridor seemed to shrink, suffocating you in a claustrophobic embrace.

The lights starts to flicker casting grotesque shadows on the peeling wallpaper.

A sudden chill permeated the air, causing goosebumps to rise on your already trembling skin.

“Haha.. What did you say ?” His voice took on a deeper timbre through his radio filter.

An oppressive weight settled over the corridor, squeezing the breath from your lungs and filling your minds with irrational fear.

He turns to you, his predatory eyes shining through the flickering lights. Each step seemed to echo with ominous intent while he grew taller and taller and his antlers increased in size.

"Do you really think he can keep me away from you? I don't think you really understand the situation you're in, my dear… You're my plaything, my prey and my meal. If you utter those stupid words again... I'll end Vox's life and broadcast his screams for every disrespectful wreck who dares to take what's MINE”

You were on the floor, you shaky legs were to weak to stand on their own, while Alastor’s glowing eyes pierced through your soul.

"Have I made myself clear?" He asks, leaning slightly so that his face is close to yours. You nod, lips pressed together, too scared to speak.

He tilted his head, his eyes softened, but the smirk that played on his lips refused to yield, a silent mockery that belied his gentle gaze.

In stark contrast to the anger that had consumed him mere moments ago, his voice now returned to its normal tone as he uttered the words “good girl” while petting your head.

The transition was jarring, as if a storm had suddenly given way to a calm, clear sky, leaving those around him bewildered by the sudden shift in his demeanor.

He straighten up and turns his back to you “Come now, I don’t know for you my dear but all that action has worked up quite an appetite, I'm absolutely famished !” he chuckles darkly as he starts walking towards your room.

He didn't give you time to get up, as one of his tentacles wrapped itself around your waist forcefully.

-

Next thing you know, Alastor was sitting at the edge of your bed, you straddling his lap facing him, with only your bra and skirt remaining still while your shirt was torn on the floor.

“You are terrible liar” Alastor force you to look at his smirking face.

“You didn’t make any deal .. yet” as he states those words without any warning he bites your neck, you let out a cry of surprise, you tried to get away, pushing him away in vain, he had one firm hand placed on your hips his claws digging in harder and harder each time you moved. Ironically his other hand holds yours in a romantic embrace, your fingers intertwined to his.

“Stay still, or I will devour you. You have no idea how much I’m restraining myself right now little one”, he can't help it, it's been a week since he's tasted you, since he's bitten your pretty little body, everything about you drives him crazy, your smell ahh your smell.

He goes back to your neck this time nestling there, inhaling deeply and then proceed to lick the spot he bit earlier, licking up the blood, his tongue started to go down, until he reached your breasts still covered with your bra, he looks up at you, smirking.

You were a trembling mess, your emotions swirled like a tempest, fear tightening your chest with every breath, embarrassment flooding your cheeks with a telltale blush. Yet amidst the chaos, a stirring of arousal sent shivers along your back, a well too familiar feeling between your thighs started to show up much to your dismay.

His hand, which was on your hips moved with a slow, deliberate, grace, gradually tracing a path upwards, each caress sending shivers down your spine until it reached the delicate lace of your bra.

His eyes were still staring into yours, drinking in your every reaction as his claws ripped the clasp of your bra, freeing your breasts for his hungry eyes to see.

You tried to cover them with your hand but He withdraws it “a-a”, he says sarcastically before his tongue trace a sensual path along your neck, gradually venturing lower and lower, your breath came in shallow gaps, each inhalation tinged with anticipation.

He finally reaches your chest, his tongue tracing precise circles around your nipples, you try to stifle your moans with your hand, but he suddenly bites your breast, making you cry out his name as he chuckles.

He continues for a while without ever ceasing to lick and bite, his hand still intertwined with yours, as you keep whimpering.

He was getting excited each sounds that came out of your mouth made him feral making his antlers grow and his eyes took on a predatory gleam, a never stopping hunger.

Without Warning, he forcefully lifted you from his lap, abruptly changing position as he pushed you down onto the bed, he slid your legs up onto his shoulders, giving him access to your thighs which he didn’t wait a minute before biting on it much more harder this time making you yelp in pain.

You watch his shark like teeth digging into the flesh of your skin, eliciting a crimson flow that trickled down you thigh, his tongue darted out to lap at the blood pooling around the wound, hungrily savoring again the metallic tang of the fluid.

“P-Please stop” you begged, tears rolling down your cheeks. He ignores your plead instead he keeps going, biting your other thigh, licking it and then taking another bite, while he slowly gets closer to your cunt.

His fingers played with the edge of your damp panties, teasing you. Your pussy was dripping wet. Your scent was intoxicating, everything about you was intoxicating, the way he was ruining you, both physically and mentally turned him on even more.

He abruptly ripped out your panties, your pussy was now exposed to him, it took him a lot of restraint for him not to eat you right fucking now, just like before.

His index finger teased a delicate trail along your belly, he descended lower his nail traced a deliberate scratch along your skin, igniting a surge of desire that pulsed through your vein.

You weren’t supposed to feel like this, but instead of hating it, you were desperate, one part you wanted him to touch your pussy, make you feel the same feeling of just pure bliss, and the other part, fear just pure fear.

“P-Please don’t go any lower” you plead again each word punctuated by a stifled sob, but it was too late, the demon before you was too intoxicated by your scent, by your wetness, your whole body really.

Again your pretty little mind had no idea about the struggle he was going through right now, struggling to restrain his cannibalistic impulses, and hearing your cries wasn’t helping at all, in the contrary, he derived such pleasure from your tears.

The way your puffy eyes would look at him, lips cutely pressed together, face flushed ahhh don’t blame him for acting out while you look this delicious.

“I want your soul” the demon says, before his finger applied gently pressure to your sensitive button, making you gasp in pleasure, he stroked circular motions over your clit heightened the pace, while watching your face which was trying not to moan but failed miserably.

“Let’s make a deal”, you were surprised by his sudden request “w-what” you stutters out, is he really suggesting it now ? Like right now in the middle of that ?

You couldn’t think straight you were too absorb by the pleasure he was providing you, you shake your head no, which made him stopped his movements making you whine, you look up at him, with that desperate look on your face.

Suddenly, he thrusts two fingers inside you, causing you to let out a moan of surprise at the sudden intrusion.

Alastor didn’t like the way you reacted to his request and it showed, as he pushes his fingers in and out with a forceful intensity.

He easily found your sweet spot, not letting you the time to process anything, you were a moaning mess at this point, clutching the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric while you begged him to slow down it was all too much for you.

“I will take you under my wig, and in exchange your soul would be mine forever” he declares.

Oh how ironic was it ? The problem himself proposing you this offer, it’s not like this morning you were literally trying to find a solution to get away from him.

You couldn’t reply back, only moans came out of that pretty mouth of yours making him chuckle, the intense heat that was building inside you, ready to be released at any moment was making you dizzy.

And then

He stops

Completely

Leaving you in a state of desperate longing, denied the released you craved.

“A-Alastor” you keep whining, moving your hips desperately.

“Accept my deal… just let it go” you couldn’t resist anymore you needed this so badly, you finally nod which made Alastor’s smile became more sinister as he starts to push his fingers in and out again, each stroke hitting your sweet spot harder, his other free hand comes towards yours to take, “it’s a deal then ?”.

The atmosphere changed drastically, Alastor form was becoming more demonic but you couldn’t care less at this point fear already consumed you, you were too absorb on reaching your climax now.

You hold his hand, nodding eagerly, moaning out a yes, and that’s all he needed to hear. Before you know it a collar appeared around your neck its chain dangling freely for Alastor to hold, which he does.

His fingers was buried deep inside your pussy while his other hand grasped the chain of your collar, you were his now forever there’s no going back.

Your body quivered with anticipation as you were reaching you peak, your tried to speak but your words were incoherent, but Alastor knew what you were about to say.

He suddenly buried his face between your legs, his fingers remaining inside you pumping in and out rapidly, while his tongue was devouring your pussy as if each taste was his last.

Your arched your back and with a shuddering gasp your body convulsed letting waves of pleasure washing over you, your moans getting louder as you finally came.

Your juices were all over his mouth and fingers. He eagerly took all in swallowing it without hesitation, while you were laying there panting and whimpering trying to regain some sense.

Alastor straighten himself, pulling out his fingers and bringing it to his mouth to lick it clean while fixing you with an intense gaze.

After regaining some sort of composure, a flicker of realization crossed over your features “n-n-n-noo what have I done !”, your voice rise in panic as you seat up, which made Alastor laugh with mockery each chuckle making you realize even more in what situation you were in now.

You tried to get off the bed but the grip that had Alastor on the chain held you firmly in place.

“Oh my dear, but I’m not done yet” he says before slamming you back into the bed.

Indeed he wasn’t done yet.

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It’s 3 am and I hope what I wrote made sense

[iwashie]

𝖡𝖫𝖫𝖪 𝖡𝖮𝖸𝖲' 𝖤𝖬𝖡𝖠𝖱𝖱𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖬𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖲 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖸𝖮𝖴

📌 michael kaiser, bachira meguru, mikage reo, zantetsu tsurugi, yukimiya kenyu, nanase nijiro.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* warnings- their embarrassing moments with you. (most happened to me, either me doing it or me getting it)

૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა michael kaiser.

It was normal for you to show up during some football practices, no one was surprised and bothered by your presence. Kaiser loved it when you went to practice, he always found a way to show off. This time, during the break, he walked up to you on the railing, resting an arm on the metal and a hand throwing his bangs back, "always come here, cutie?" he flirted, drawing a laugh from you. As you talked, the teammates kicked a ball in his direction that without diverting attention from you—confident that he was going to dominate the ball, ended up slipping on the ball, falling on his ass to the ground, drawing laughter from his teammates and "are you okay down there, cutie?" from you holding back laughter as he tried to get up, his face burning in shame and anger.

૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა bachira meguru.

He was always flexible, always making exaggerated moves to show off. On his day off, he was trying to show the new pass he learned from a tik tok trend, you telling him not to try anything dangerous, "I know what I'm doing, baby," he said, seconds before he tried the pass and fell flat on his face on the living room carpet, lying down for a few seconds and then laughing at himself. "What are you doing, Megu-chan?" you asked, pulling him up, seeing his face all red from the fall, "apparently trying to kill yourself, huh" you continued and he just laughed, running his hand over his bleeding nose.

૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა mikage reo.

On his days off it was customary for you to go out on dates, especially to expensive places. After spending the day walking and shopping, he took you to the best restaurant in town, ordering the most expensive food and drink, when it was time to pay the bill, the word "processing" stayed a good few minutes on the screen of the payment device, the two of you and the cashier looking at the machine nervously, when the payment was over, the people in line behind you celebrated, "first time I see a rich having card problem" you whispered and he shook the card, saying "It's problem on this card!" following you out of the establishment, totally outraged by such a situation.

૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა zantetsu tsurugi.

You knew he had trouble assimilating some things, always speaking in English to try to impress and you try not to laugh at his efforts, but there are times when it's just impossible to hold back the laughter. "When I first saw you I was ataken back, you are very pretty" he said and you paused for a moment, staring at him. "You what?" you asked, trying to understand, "ataken back…" he whispered, realizing he had made a mistake, "I think you meant taken aback" you corrected, holding back the laughter as the tips of his ears turned red, "… yes, that's it…" He hid his face, embarrassed, and you hugged him laughing, "I was also ataken back with your beauty" you mocked him, who was more embarrassed.

૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა yukimiya kenyu.

At some times he needs to change the lenses and during those days, he runs out of glasses, most of the time he manages to survive, still being a gentleman when you follow along. This time was no different, even though things were a blur, he was still kind enough to open the door for you, except that the door was a saloon door and the person who passed before you two pushed too hard, not giving kenyu time to hold on to you and the door slammed in his face, catching the attention of everyone in the hospital. "My God, Kenyu, are you okay?" you whispered, following him out of the hospital, him showing his face to you, nodding even as tears formed at the corners of his eyes.

૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა nanase nijiro.

Just as he had an easy time making others laugh, he also laughed easily, and dating you was laughing 24/7. He had already laughed a few minutes before and after a few deep breaths he took the straw to his mouth, drinking the liquid and just in time you opened your mouth... all the liquid he was drinking ended up in your face. He apologized as he wiped your face, some of the liquid coming out of his nose.

[nvvacanesworld]

୨⎯ “credits to @plutism for banner " ⎯୧

second part to my last fic

tw- Angst/Comfort (not for gojo), Toji comes into play, Drinking (we outsideeee), Slight smut (fingering, kissing) i was scared to do to much) Pet names (Sugar, Baby, Ma) Flashbacks of arguing .

After you left you found yourself at a bar. You don’t indulge in drinking often. You stopped some point in your relationship because Sato- or should you say gojo now?

Well Gojo didn’t like it when you would get drunk. He said “It was to much of a hassle to take care of you” and He couldn’t “take care of me when i was sloppy like this”.

-

You stumbled your way into the kitchen trying not to fall flat on your face. Still trying to be as quiet as possible in fear that you would wake Satoru up.

Your friends had invited you out saying you need to get out of the house, and they haven’t seen you in forever. When you thought about it they didn’t really lie.

You haven’t seen your friends in forever. So you made the decision to go out, and you had a amazing time. You didn’t tell Satoru though, and when you walked further down the hall and saw light illuminating from the kitchen you realized that may have been a mistake.

Tripping into the kitchen you were met with a fuming Gojo.

“Where the fuck where you y/n?”

Silence

That’s what over took the room. To be honest you were scared to speak, you didn’t want to upset him anymore. You were tired of fighting but it’s like you couldn’t escape it no matter what.

“Oh i get it now, can tell just from one look you were out being a slut again getting sloppy drunk”

Now you had to speak up. Because who was he calling a slut?

“Ex-excuse me? who do you think y-ou are? i’m n-ot a slut” You tried to say confidently but due to your intoxication it came out in hiccups. Maybe he was right.

His head fell down looking into the floor and you heard him chuckle.

“This is what i wanted to prevent, this is why i told you to stop drinking, Look at you, you can’t even form a proper sentence right now” He spat “it’s pathetic” if you would’ve just had one more drink and were just a tad bit drunker you might have not cost how he mumbled that under his breathe;but you did.

And you were pissed.

Walking over to him. The best you could. You got in his face pointing your nail in his face. You didn’t miss how he looked taken aback. Probably not thinking you would stand up to him like this right now. But being intoxicated you found confidence. The confidence to put him in his place.

“How d-are you say that to me m-mister, I’m not pathetic, at-least i’m not pathetic as y-ou, i mean who talks to there g-girlfriend like this? So what if i want to have fun? It’s better than being stuck around your b-boring ass all day-” You rambled but was forced to cut short because you were cut off.

Satoru had a look on his face you had never seen before. He look so angry.

Putting his hand on his shoulders it felt like he was trying to push you into the ground with how hard he was gripping them.

“Listen here bitch.”

Woah. Your eyes started to well up with tears. You waited for what he had to say next.

“Don’t ever talk to me like that again. You can’t come in here stumbling over your feet and hiccuping out your words and expect me to pick up the pieces, i’m not your caretaker, if you wanna be a slut and go to bars to drink thats fine but if you do, learn to take care of yourself. It’s to much of a hassle to take care of you when you’re like this y/n”

-

As you sat at the same bar he would always yell at you for going at, reminiscing about all the times you should’ve left, you didn’t notice someone filling the seat next to you.

“Hey Sugar what’s ‘got you s’upset?”

Turning to the side you were startled to say the least. For one you weren’t expecting anybody to take this seat. This bar wasn’t very popular and was very empty at the moment, the emptiness only being filled by a few regulars. Two, You weren’t expecting to see him again; let alone here.

You weren’t sure if you should open up about your problems to a man you don’t even know. You’re brain was overthinking

Didn’t you see him at the party?

Does he know Geto?

If he does would he go back and tell him he saw me ?

What if Geto tell Gojo?

You’re thoughts were halted when he put his hand on your thigh.

In hopes of getting your attention of course.

“What’s got yer mind so clouded to where ya keep ignoring me? Am i easy to ignore?” He let out a chuckle at his own joke

Getting flustered you tried to look away from him to hide the heat that was rising to your face. But he grabbed your chin stopping you from turning away from him.

“Answer me ma” he said while his eyes locked with yours “What’s got a pretty girl like you so upset, this is twice i’ve seen you sad”

Finally you decided to break your flustered silence

“I’m okay” Looking down at the drink in your hand “Me and Sato- i mean Gojo, Me and Gojo broke up that’s all”

The man whose name you don’t know, yet, just looked at you with a look of pity. The grip he had on you loosening

You began to get nervous.

God did i ruin the mood?

What if he blames me?

I should’ve lied and said i was fine

You went to get up. You couldn’t sit here and vent out your feelings to a stranger. Just when you were pushing your legs to get up the grip he had on your thigh stopped you; tightening again.

Eyes blowing wide you looked at him waiting for him to say something, anything.

“Break ups can be hard, a pretty women like you s’doesn’t deserve that, you deserve t’be happy” He spoke. He had a distant look in his eyes, kinda like he knew my pain. It made me comfortable and my body started to get less tensed.

You decide to expand your thoughts

“Oh wow, um thank you. I mean it was long overdue, i should’ve left that asshole ages ago. I mean he can never even realize when he’s wrong and he’s so mad all the time but then in public he acts like the perfect boyfriend calling me baby and shit. It was so confusing-“ You cut yourself off realizing you were rambling

“God i’m sorry i shouldn’t be venting to a stranger, i don’t even know your name” You whispered the last part not wanting to admit that you wanted to know his name.

But it seems he read your mind

“Toji” He looked at you and smirked being your attention to his lips and the scar that decorated them

“Y/n” You sighed out almost dreamily.

He found the way you said it so cute. He found you so cute. He wanted you to talk to him more.

So that’s what you guys did.

You talked at the bar for an hour or two until the door to the bar chimed and in walked the devil.

Gojo Satoru.

Hot. That’s how your whole body started to feel. You were nervous and getting sweaty.

You need to get out of here you couldn’t comfort him just yet.

It seems he didn’t see you though,Thank god, because he made his way to the booth where he sat with a group of guys and girls.

Oh so you can drink and go to bars but i can’t?

Toji noticed your distress and grabbed your hand. He dragged you into the men’s bathroom.

“Sorry if that was abrupt. I could just tell yer were nervous” He said kinda shy. Different from his confident demeanor you had grown used to.

You sat on the counter looking down at your thighs that were exposed because of the skirt you were wearing.

Toji looked too.

Walking over he stopped infront of you.

“Say sugar, hope ‘bout i try to take yer mind off that jerk” He said in a hushed tone. His arms caging you in, His eyes finding yours.

Just like they have been this whole time

Without speaking you leaned into kiss him. You caught his hint and you didn’t want to waste time. You need this.

You deserve this.

Toji wasted no time kissing you back. Lips over powering yours leading the kiss. He was big. Bigger than you so it was easy for him to overtake you in just about all his movements.

His hands found there way to your hair. He soon yanked it causing you to moan out. Giving him a chance to push his tongue into your mouth.

His lips tasted like whiskey and he smelled like oak. You couldn’t get enough. You needed-

“-More, I need more Toji.”

Not saying a word following your order his hand trailed it’s way up your skirt fingers pressing onto your puffy clit. You were soaked.

Breaking the kiss Toji spoke up.

“Yer panties are soaked through baby. Do you need me this bad? Huh?” it rolled off his tongue. Like he was born to seduce you.

“Yes ngh..yes i do please touch me more”

Diving your face into his neck you started to trail bites and kisses on it. Marking him up as your own.

You were so sexy he thought.

He groaned while throwing his head back so you could get better access. “Fuck”.

You felt him push your panties to the side. He rubbed his fingers up and down your slippery silt. Gathering the wetness on his fingers.

“Taste yourself baby” He brought his fingers to your mouth. You quickly took them in moaning around the soaked digits. Locking eyes with him. It was like your eyes were glowing in the dim lit bathroom. There were like a lantern to him. You reminded him a Siren. Luring him in with your dirty words and Beauty.

He popped his fingers out your mouth and immediately went to dive them into your pussy.

You had to muffle your moan into his neck.

But he wouldn’t allow that.

He wanted that bastard to hear how good he was making you feel. He wanted him to see it too.

Pistoling his fingers in and out of your core you were a moaning mess.

“Let me hear you baby, Let them hear you , Let him hear you”

That made your pussy leak. You felt yourself about to squirt.

He felt it to.

You turned your head to look away but he was quick to stop you. “No no no mama, Don’t look away from me. Let me see those pretty eyes when you squirt on my fingers”

He need to see those eyes while you came. He wanted that memory engraved in his brain forever. You were too much.

“I’m cummin’ i’m gonna-“

The bathroom door flew open.

You couldn’t stop yourself but toji looked over to catch blue eyes staring back at him.

This was the best day ever he thought.

“What the fuck”

You knew that voice. Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

FUCK.

No you didn’t want him to see you like this.

“Y/n How could yo-“

“How could she what?”

“This is insane just who do you think you are?”

Hiding into Toji’s chest you tired to close your legs but Toji wasn’t having that and kept them open with his own legs.

“Don’t you dare” He said to you forcing you to obey.

“So like i said, How could she what?”

Gojo didn’t want to see this. He was hurt. He always hated just the thought of you with another man.

His chest was heaving

He was starting to lose his composure.

“Listen kid, cause that’s what you are a kid, a boy, because no man would treat a lady the way you did, You lost your chance, I suggest you tuck your dick and get the fuck out of here unless you want trouble” He paused and looked down at you

You were shaking. You just wanted Gojo to leave you alone.

Forever.

“Yer making my baby scared, i cant have that shit.”

Gojo stood there for a second before finally turning around and leaving

Probably the most mature thing he’s done since you’ve met him to be honest.

He was going to be thinking about that forever

He was mad at Toji for talking down on him like that, Mad at you for fucking him, But mostly mad at himself because seeing you with him was a wake up call.

He fucked up and he fucked up bad.

You weren’t gonna come back like all the other times.

It’s like he could feel the connection you guys had when you were together leave when he walked out that room

You weren’t coming back were you?

Back in the bathroom you were dressed up after Toji cleaned you up

The more you thought about it the more you were happy Gojo walked in. It gave him a taste of how you may have felt while you were together

What better way to make your ex boyfriend suffer than to have him watch you cum from another man’s fingers

You looked up at Toji, He was looking right back at you waiting for you to say something.

“Thank you”

“Don’t thank me ma, he needed to be put in his place”

“Yeah but you didn’t have to do that”

Silence took over the two of you

“I don’t want this to be a one time thing, i want to see you again”

You confessed to Toji. He looked stunned but at the same time relieved.

“Thank god you beat me to it, was just about to say that”

You giggled at his words

Yeah you deserve this.

AN- OKAY SO THAT WAS PART TWO i hope you guys enjoyed it. I’m sorry if it seemed rushed at the end i felt like i was taking to long to get it out but i wanted my story to right.

I’m sorry if detail was lacking in some areas let me know what you guys think of this.

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miguel o’hara + reader w/ freckles

drabble. fluff. comfort. projecting so hard in this right now because i have freckles, also i'm on break so i will try to be more active here. enjoy the piece as per usual! :3c dividers are by @/cafekitsune

it's a lazy day for the both of you.

your boss had called you this morning just as you were about to leave for work that a piece of the roof fell off and the office had to close for a little while, you ended that call with a big smile as you immediately went to lie down and catch up on all of that sleep you've been missing.

eventually, you gained the energy go change into some proper clothes. nothing more than a cringy tee with a pun about science on it, judging from how baggy it was, it was probably miguel's but you could care less. he could care less too.

you craned your head up when you saw miguel walk his way through the door this time as opposed to his entrances through the window, that could mean he got kicked out for overworking again and was forced to retreat back to base camp (you and your shared flat).

no words are shared as both of you clung to each other like two strips of double sided tape stuck together, he stayed by your side with his head lolled against your chest. his eyes continued to flutter in their struggle to stay awake, you also found it hard throughout the day to simply move an inch but as you watched miguel in his fight for consciousness, each second of eye strain was worth it.

miguel's eyes trailed up to the smallest details on your face, the softness of your jaw, the carefully placed birthmarks by god, and the–

hold the phone.

you have freckles?

all this time that miguel has found himself catching glances, staring at you from afar, and zooming in on pictures of you. all this time and he hasn't noticed that you had freckles, it pained him. he has failed as a boyfriend, he has enhanced eye sight for god's sake!

miguel is ressurected as he held himself up on his elbows, dark eyes locking on to the spots dotted on your face. your eyes widen, shoulders tensed as you tried to piece together what exactly he was looking at. it made you feel exposed, maybe you've caught miguel admiring you more than you'd like to admit but he's never gone basically centimeters away from your face and flat out stared.

"you have... spots." he murmured, a large hand came up to cup your cheek and his thumb swiped over the marks. "i never even noticed."

you breathe a sigh of relief as you finally realized what caught his attention, your hands clasped over his wrist. it's a little cute to look at, like a kid finding an old toy at the bottom of the box.

your freckles weren't exactly natural, they were moreso caused by not wearing sunscreen when you should have. you didn't have the money (nor did you care enough) to get them removed, so they just stayed. you put on the tiniest bits of concealer to cover them and balance out your complexion, but it would be fair for miguel to have noticed. after all, you two only ever see the unfiltered versions of yourselves.

"spots?" you chuckled, "isn't that the name of a bad guy you caught a few months ago? should i be scared?"

miguel frowned, he didn't appreciate your comment. his grip on your cheeks tightened slightly and he brought your face closer, what more could he possibly inspect?

"i– i just forget to wear sunscreen sometimes," is your choked out explanation. god, miguel can actually be scary at times. the good kind of scary, that has a tingle up your spine, flesh burning red. "does it bother you?"

"no," he's quick to reply, you thought that with that he'd actually give you some distance, but it's miguel. he zeroed in and pressed a light kiss to one of the freckles right under your eye, he could definitely feel how embarrassingly warm you are. "these are the kind of spots i like. your quips bother me."

now both of you frowned, you crossed your arms between the very little space between both of your bodies. "you like my smart ass replies. you get to give me smart ass replies."

"maybe that's because i'm a smart ass."

"so you're saying i'm dumb? get off right now."

"hey, hey, hey- cariño, i was joking—"

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: My hissy fit has subsided. I still haven't read through this but it was spell checked. Mostly.

C/W ::: ChubbyF!reader, 2.3 seconds of voyeurism, oral sex M > F, P >V (unprotected because why not and don't @ me either, please. This is all fiction.), sick humor.

PART II

Part I SFW ::: Dating THE fucking Katsuki Bakugo

NSFW date with THE fucking Katsuki Bakugo

The two of you started to run back to his Jeep. About halfway there he slipped on the wood walk and fell flat on his ass in one of the biggest puddles you've ever seen. You stopped running as soon as you heard him swearing endlessly. Though you didn't see it happen, you can imagine how he went down.

You helped him up and he struggled along for just a little while. His butt hurt from landing directly on the tailbone but he was able to still make it the rest of the way without much trouble.

Despite the torrential downpour, again, he opened your door first. Somehow getting even more soaked. While you tried your best to be dainty and climb in gracefully, you ended up slipping on the floor mat and nearly bashing your face on the dashboard. He was ever patient with you, though he did chuckle at the shit that went wrong, all brought on by the storm.

Once he opened up his door and got inside, he was breathing almost harder than you were. And he was the hero in great shape. It never would have occurred to you that he was breathing heavily from the kiss. His breathing had nothing to do with running full steam ahead to his parked car.

Sitting there in stunned silence as the engine warmed up and the windows defogged, you noticed the hair on his head lay flat as it dripped down onto his saturated shirt. Your mascara ran down your face. Lipstick was smeared on your faces.

Both of you started to talk at the same time. That went on for a few seconds while you each insisted that the other can speak up first. Finally, you reached over and put your soft little hand over his mouth so you could say something.

"Thank you for today, Katsuki. I - I had a really ... a really nice time." You smiled sweetly and shyly at him. Blinking your eyes exaggeratedly. Partially because the make-up that was running down into them burned like hell and because you had to keep reminding yourself this was real. You weren't dreaming of being out with him.

He lifted his hand to yours and pulled it down slowly, letting it rest in his lap. "You don't wanna call it a day? Do ya?" He didn't look disappointed so much as he looked like he couldn't believe you were tapping out so early. That snarl sat on the corner of his lips. Just begging to be softened out.

It was still early in the evening and you couldn't come up with a good enough reason that you two should split ways. You would spend the whole weekend with him if that were possible. But today was his only day off for a while and he was kind enough to spend it with you.

"I mean," you started. "It is still fairly early. Do you want to drop me off and we can push pause while we're getting dry and changing clothes?" I'd be happy to meet you anywhere, I'll drive to you. Anywhere." You kicked yourself for making it a point to say that you'd go anywhere for him. Twice. But he didn't seem too fazed by it. If anything, it seemed to have made him smile.

"You got an extra bathrobe and a dryer? I'm cool coming back to your pl- oh! Shit, I mean, if you're ok with that. Didn't mean to be presumptuous there. Sorry, shit. Sorry." He scratched the stubble that was already growing in his face.

How was it, everything he did made you want to kiss him. You never wanted to breathe again if it meant your lips could be connected to his for the rest of your life.

"N-no! I - I'd really like that. Katsuki?"

"Mmm?" He grumbled as he forced his hair back from his face. "Goddamn hair. What's that, y/n?"

"I might have some sweats that'll fit you, that's all. Let's go back to my place and figure it out."

He put the car in gear and drove through the lessening rain to your place. Bonus points because he didn't need directions to get back there.

20 minutes or so later, you were unlocking your door and quickly surveying the area for anything that may have been accidentally left out. Nothing stood out to you so you were able to relax a little.

"Do you want anything? Besides dry clothes and a towel for that ..." you gestured around your head and pointed at him. "You can go ahead and change in the bathroom. There's a robe on the back of the door. I'll be in my room changing and grabbing you whatever I can find. Unless you want the robe until your clothes are dry? Washer and dryer are in the garage. I'll take your stuff out there for you. Just sit it in the hallway outside of the bathroom door."

He stood there, a little bit like someone who didn't know what to do first. So you turned on the bathroom light for him and told him to go ahead. You wandered down the hall to your room and began peeling your stuck clothes from your cold body.

"You can turn the heat on if you want. I know I'm freezing. Thermostat is to the left of the TV. Just push the mode button twice and it should kick on. Thank you!" You hollered.

He stood in the doorway of the bathroom mesmerized by you. The door had fallen open just a few inches after you thought you'd kicked it so that it at least met with the jam.

Watching you unbutton the front of your dress was a slow torture for him. You seemed to be in no hurry when slipping it from your shoulders. Standing there in your poorly lit room, there was no way he could tear his eyes from your body and how it perfectly filled out the light green lingerie you were wearing.

Katsuki started to reach for the doorknob but misjudged how close his hand was and ended up hitting it with his knuckles. You threw your arms over your body as best you could, but they could only cover so much with how exposed you are.

"Gah! You ... *aheh* you scared the hell out of me. I'm not used to someone else bein' here and ... do ..."

He pushed the door open the rest of the way and started to walk toward you. His heavy clothes clung to his body showing off his chest and arm muscles. You wanted to pinch yourself again. How can someone so fucking hot be in your room right now.

You swallowed hard and looked at the floor. "Do you need ... someth-" Katsuki put his middle finger under your chin and lifted your face to his. His brows furrowed and he nodded slightly. Your lips parted and let a shaky breath pass through as he looked over your body. Running his hands from your neck down to your shoulders, to your waist and pulling you close to him.

He was so cold you could almost feel him shivering. Burying his face, he ran his nose over the delicate skin of your neck. You could feel him smiling against you. His hands wrapped around your waist, holding you against his body.

"You're fucking gorgeous, you know that? I've been staring at you all night and trying to keep my thoughts to myself. But fuck, you're too damn beautiful. And I want you. God, I want you so bad." He whispered into your ear as his lips grazed the lobe.

You gasped at his words, feeling his breath against your cheek. "I want you, too. I want you, Katsuki." You managed to say before he pressed his lips to yours.

His kiss was urgent and filled with desire. His hands ran up and down your sides, touching every part of you that he could. Squeezing the fat on your ass as he pulled you up closer and closer to him.

Your hands wrapped around his neck and you felt the muscles in his shoulders twitch under your touch. He moaned into your mouth and started to move you toward your bed.

As he pushed you back onto the mattress, he slipped off his wet shirt and you could see his body. Every divot and crease of his chest and abs and arms. And his waist. It was quite possibly the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

He was the polar opposite of you. Your body was soft in the most luxurious way. He was hard and tight and muscular. And it made your heart race.

Katsuki reached for the waistband of his pants and started to pull them down slowly, inadvertently teasing you as he moved them over his hips. Never taking his eyes from yours. He smirked and turned his head to the side. That fucking snarl. It was sexy and dangerous and you just wanted to grab it with your hands and hold him there forever.

"What the ... w-what are you doing, Katsuki?" You asked.

He shrugged his shoulders and kicked off his pants. "Getting ready for a shower?"

"Why are you not taking your clothes off in the bathroom, then?" You whispered, barely audible.

He leaned over you, placing his hands on either side of you and kissing your lips. "I don't have any extra clothes here. I'll just take them off here. I'll get in the shower and you can throw these in the dryer for me, yeah? Thanks." God he was cocky. Even more so with his cock out.

"Oh, but you ... I ... *sigh* Fuck. What I'm trying to say is that I can wrangle up something for you. I-if you want." You sounded like you had a sudden onset of a serious impediment of sorts. Talking to him while he was completely naked and dripping wet was making you dumb. It was embarrassing. But you couldn't look away.

You reached for his waist and pulled him to you. His skin was so cold. You could feel him shivering against you. "Do you need me to warm you up? Katsuki? Is that it?"

He shook his head, no. "I need you to do something else for me right now. Something that requires both of us being completely naked. So get out of those fucking clothes. NOW!"

You did as he said and he helped you slip off your bra and panties, throwing your bra to the floor and Katsuki took your panties and sniffed them. You giggled and pushed him away.

"Ew, Katsuki! What the fuck, dude!"

"What?! They smell like you. You smell fucking delicious. Don't 'ew' me for enjoying the way you smell, y/n. Ok, now. Let's get me warmed up and you ... warmed up for me."

He climbed onto your bed and lay between your legs. Kissing your belly and working his way down to your inner thighs. His hands explored your body as he touched every part of you. Squeezing and touching and feeling. He licked a stripe up to your neck as he laid on top of you. His full weight bearing down on you. You'd never felt anything so delicious in your life.

"Y/n ... are you, are you holding your breath? Are you ok?" He asked, resting on his wrists above you.

"Shit! I - may have forgotten to breathe. You just saved my life. I knew it would happen by the end of the date." Laughing, you turned your head to the side to avoid letting him see how red you'd turned from holding your breath and getting so aroused so quickly.

"Good save! Now, where were we? Right here." He reached for your thigh and pulled it up over his hip. He started to grind his hard cock against you, letting the head of his cock slip inside just a little bit, kissing your neck and whispering things in your ear that you had no idea you had such a physical need to hear someone say.

It was so hot. You were dripping wet for him. And he was rock solid for you. It was like you were made for each other at this moment.

"Katsuki, can we ... I want you." Your words came out as more of a whimpering plea than a question. But the message was clear.

"You in some kinda hurry, teddy bear?" He growled against your lips and rolled into your cunt. "Do you need some water? You keep swallowing really hard." His face softened, looking down at you.

"N-n-no. No w-water. Thanks, though." Reaching up to his face, you pulled him down by the cheeks and kissed him. Slowly at first. But the patience between the two of you was wearing about as thin as the string of saliva that connected your lips.

You pushed him over and climbed on top of him. Rubbing your wet cunt against his cock, you slid your hand between your legs and lifted your fingers to your mouth. Sucking on them until they were clean, you moaned and leaned down to kiss him.

"Oh, god, you taste so fucking good." Katsuki looked at you, amazed by what he saw. You were like a fucking dream.

You continued to rub against him, grabbing his hands and putting them on your tits. He raised his hips up to meet your body.

"Y/n, can you - fuck! Can you get on my dick before I fucking die?" His words came out strained and he sounded like he was about to burst.

"What's the magic word? Hmm?"

"P-please? Please. Fuck. Ride my dick, y/n." He flailed a bit and you had to laugh at his attempt.

"Th-that's not what I was talking about. But since you're going to be a good boy, I guess I'll ride that cock of yours." Sitting on him, you narrowed your eyes and smirked.

"Y-y/n. Fuh-huh-uckking hell. What do I nee- you know what. Fuck ... ugh, fuck this." He more or less shouted at you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulder and waist and flipped you over like you were some criminal that was running away from him.

"AH! Kats! I mean, Katsuki. S-sorry." You blushed.

"What'd you call me? Did you call me 'Kats'? Did you?" He stopped and looked at you for a second before kissing you softly, letting his lips linger for about 5 seconds.

"I ... yeah. I did. Is that not allowed? I'm sorry ... that was ... well, what was that?" You missed his lips already.

"No, I like it. I don't let many people call me that. So, but yeah. It's fine. It's good." He smiled, looking down at you.

"O-ok, then. So what are you going to do to me now?" You asked, biting your lip.

"Ohh-hoh, shit. Are you challenging me right now, teddy bear?" His voice was deep and rumbled when he said that ... and god, you almost came from feeling the vibrations in his chest against yours.

"Yes, Kats. Yes, I am challenging you. Now, fucking challenge me." You growled at him.

"Fuck! You're so hot. I've never seen you like this before. Y'know, the whole 3 other times we went out." He laughed at his little keen observation.

"Oh, there's plenty you haven't seen yet! Now, are we going to talk about all the shit we don't know about each other like normal people, or are you going to make it hard for me to walk to my car?"

His eyes went wide and he licked his lips. "Well, let's not get too too carried away now. Ok? Just relax and let me take care of you." He started to rub his cock against your pussy again. Then he scooted down so his face was even with your tits. He licked you from collarbone to belly button and then lifted your thighs so they rested over his wide shoulders.

You put your hands over your face and moaned something quietly into your palms.

"What was'zat? What'd you say?" He stopped, waiting for you to answer.

"I said, I wasn't exactly planning on this? I didn't - I'm not - ugh. I didn't prep myself? I guess?"

"Oh hell, sweetheart. I don't give a fuck if you got a pussy full of hair. I'm going deeper than that, anyway. Now. Relax f'me, teddy bear." He smirked at you and then dove his face between your legs.

Katsuki lapped at your clit with his tongue, pressing into you just enough to make your toes curl. Then he moved down to your opening and began to push his tongue inside you. He worked his tongue in and out, in and out. Alternating pressure and depth and timing. It was like he knew exactly how to make you come in record time.

You pulled at his hair and arched your back, lifting your hips from the bed. He reached his hands up and placed them on your tits, squeezing and massaging and pulling at your nipples.

"Kats, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum righ'nowww-oh my god. Fuck!"

He pressed his tongue flat against your clit and hummed as you rode out your orgasm against his face, "Mhm, mhm, mmmhmm, that's right, teddy bear. Use my fucking face!" You shook and writhed and moaned and screamed his name until you had nothing left to give him.

He climbed back up your body and looked at you with his lips wet and shining in the dim light of your room. "So fucking sexy. You know that?"

"Me? Look at you! God, Katsuki. You're gorgeous." You couldn't stop looking at his body. It was like a work of art.

"Ok, okokok. Jesus. Enough with that shit. Now, where were we?" He smiled and pulled your legs around his waist.

"Oh, yes. Right. Ok. Go ahead." You braced yourself for the sensation of his cock inside you.

It was like a warm hug. He filled you up and stretched you out just enough to make you gasp. You squeezed his biceps and pulled him to you. "Mmhuhh fffuckk, Kats, you feel so fucking good. You're so big. Your cock is perfect."

"Oh, shit. You talk dirty like that and I'm gonna fuckin' explode ... I mean, not you or anything but - but ..." you giggled at his nervousness. "Fuck. You ready? G'na start to move now." He kissed your cheek and you nodded.

He started to thrust into you slowly at first, making sure you were comfortable. Then he started to pick up his pace, pushing harder and deeper. His balls slapped against your ass and it made your eyes roll back into your skull. The the melodic sounds of the debauchery between you two as your bodies bounced back off of the others was the most sexy thing you've ever heard. Aside from his grumbly, mumbly voice, that is.

"Kats, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum again. Fuck, I'm gonna cum on your cahhh ffffuck, hngh!" You breathed heavily as he continued to pound you, feeling the familiar tingle in your belly. The warmth growing in your cheeks and your toes curl into the sheets.

"Ahhh, fffuck, y/n. You're so fucking hot. I'm gonna cum, hah ... I'm gonna cum in you - fuck - if you want me to. Or I can cum on you? You better hurry the fuck up and tell me what you wah-hant ... fuck, hurry up hurry up!"

You nodded and he fucked you like your lives depended on it. You both came at the same time. He leaned over you, panting and dripping sweat. He kissed your neck and your chest and your face, and you hugged him tightly.

"I - I know we haven't talked about ... I mean, we don't have to talk about it right now. But I need to tell you ... I'm not on any birth control. Isn't that exciting! We might have just created life!"

He sat up and looked at you. "The fuck did you just say, woman? You're n-not what now? You gotta fuckin' be kidding me. Jesus fuckin' chri-"

You were laughing so hard now your belly was shaking and your shoulders were bouncing. "Katsuki, I'm fucking with you. I'm totally fucking with you right now. Of course I am." You shot him with finger guns and he fell on top of you. His heart racing - either from the pregnancy terror or from the great sex you two just had.

He reached for your hair and ran his fingers through it. "You're a fuckin' asshole. You know that? I swear to god. I will never let you live that shit down."

You smiled and kissed his chest, "I know. And I'm looking forward to it."

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