#I think the gym should be the place where you can go as you are and not feel bad about it. The gym is a workspace

[elllisaaa]

hi!! I looove your BF!VERNON post! have you ever read those ABC-type of posts where they describe how the person would be in their sex life using each word of the alphabet to tell a part of it? If not, do you think you can do a broad post on how you think Vernon would be in his sex life pls?

NSFW ALPHABET - C. HANSOL

-> pairing : vernon x fem!reader

-> words count : 2k words

-> genre : pure smut

-> warnings : dom!vernon & simp!vernon, unprotected sex, hair pulling, body description, masturbation (f. & m.), voyeurism, doggystyle, reverse cowgirl, phone sex, sexting, dirty talk, orgasm control (edging & overstimulation), mention of choking, oral (m. & f.), toys

+ the way i'm depicting vernon does not represents him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content below, minors DNI

-> author's note : thank you so much for reading my work and for you request, i really enjoyed doing it <3 !

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

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A - AFTERCARE

He’ll definitely ask if you’re good, and whisper praises and sweet nothings to you. Silently goes to the bathroom to grab something to clean you up with and gently helps you put on some clothes before going to sleep. After sex, he loves to cuddle with you and to have some skin to skin contact, so he will slip his hands underneath your shirt just to rest them against your back or your tummy and feel your body heat. It’s mostly calm but so comforting. 

B - BODY PARTS (favourite body parts of theirs and their partners) 

Vernon is lowkey a simp, he’s even actually surprised that he pulled a girl like you, so out of his league it looks like you’re doing charity. But he’s even more of a simp for your back. There’s a reason why he loves to bend you over and rest his hand on your back, and there’s a reason why he goes feral anytime you wear something backless. He will definitely rest his hand on the small of your back to casually guide you and kiss your back over and over again because he can’t get enough of it. And if you get a back tattoo, it’s the end for him. 

He doesn’t really have a favourite body part of himself, but because of you and of how much you like his arms, he does. It boosts his ego so much when you gush over how muscular he has become, and it motivates him to keep going to the gym. Plus, being able to just manhandle you to his liking and hear you moaning his name because of it definitely makes him like his arms too. 

C - CUM

He’s not really big on making a mess, so he definitely won’t cum inside most of the times, because it’s easier to clean when he just cums on your back, and for obvious reasons, it’s his favourite place too. But if you want him to cum inside, he’ll gladly do it - he’s just a guy after all. 

D - DIRTY SECRET

One time he came home a bit earlier from work to surprise you, but you were busy doing self-care. You had left the door to your bedroom open since you were home alone, and Vernon could see you touching yourself and hear you moaning freely. He knew he should have stopped watching and told you he was there, but he couldn’t help but watch until you made yourself come. He slammed the door really loud after that, pretending he just got home and he tried to hide the tent in his pants. He still hasn't talked to you about it. 

E - EXPERIENCE

He’s the type to have been in one or two serious relationships before you. He stayed with his exes for long periods of time, and between these relationships, he didn’t really try to meet someone else until you came into his life. Though, he knows what he does, and he’s especially good at learning to read your body and what you like. He’s dedicated to you and he loves to learn new things about you or when you teach him what to do too. 

F - FAVOURITE POSITION

Considering his adoration for your back, doggystyle definitely is his favourite. Being able to see the beautiful curve of your back as he’s pounding into you makes his brain short circuit. Also reverse cowgirl drives him insane for the exact same reason : you on top of him, your back in all its glory and your ass ? Perfect. Heaven.

G - GOOFY (are they more serious or not in the moment ?)

He’s mainly serious and focused solely on you and your pleasure but it doesn’t mean he never cracks a joke, of course. One time, you even stopped everything because you couldn’t stop laughing at how his hair was going in all directions from how much you had ruffled them. 

H - HAIR

He’s lazy, and most of the time, he doesn’t really think about doing it. He trims it when it becomes annoying, but if you don’t make any remarks about it bothering you, it will stay this way. If you ask him though, he’ll definitely put more care into this because he only wants you to be comfortable.

I - INTIMACY (are they romantic ?)

Romantic feelings and mostly saying things are not really Vernon’s strength. Most of the time, he doesn’t even need to say it because the physical and emotional closeness is enough for the both of you. But on some special occasions, he gets all sweet and romantic - saying I love you between each kiss, soft touches and adoration written all over his face. 

J - JACK OFF

He doesn’t do it often, because most of the time he has you to take care of his needs. When he’s away on tour or for work are the only times it really happens, but it’s always on a call with you. It’s like his body can’t let him cum without at least hearing your voice. 

K - KINKS

Vernon is mainly a dom, he loves to have his bit of control over you. He’s not really talkative usually, but he does talk when you’re having sex. Dirty words are spilling past his lips non-stop, mumbling about how naughty and wet you are, how good you feel and how much he needs you. He’s big on hair pulling too, especially in doggy because it gives a beautiful curve to your back. I can see him liking orgasm control and a bit of choking as well. 

L - LOCATION (favorite places to do it)

He’s a classic, casual guy so his favourite is the bedroom. It’s practical and comfortable, and he can cuddle with you for as long as he wants to when you two are done. Plus, he’s more of a staying-at-home guy rather than going out so it is perfect. The car is also a pretty regular place, because sometimes, he just cannot resist how beautiful and tempting you look. 

M - MOTIVATION (what turns them on)

Frankly, he doesn’t need a lot to get turned on, just your existence is enough to make him hard. But as stated before, whenever you’re wearing backless dresses or shirts he’s going feral. Consequently, he also really likes to see you with a bun or a high ponytail, and seeing you put your hair up turns him on as well. Seeing you do your makeup and especially apply lip products. When you’re wearing his clothes. 

N - NO

He will never want you to call him daddy, that is so awkward to him and makes him feel really weird. 

O - ORAL

Vernon will rarely ask you to do it, because even if he likes it a lot, he wants you to want it first. But when you do take him in your mouth, he gets a taste of heaven. It’s definitely when he is the most vocal. Most of the time, he’s got a hand holding your head but not guiding you to move, letting you do your thing and work your magic on him. If you wake him up with head, he’s basically proposing to you. 

He’s a giver, so spending hours in between your thighs feels like a dream to him. He loves to taste you and hear you moan his name, feel your hands tugging at his hair when it’s too much. Because Vernon doesn’t want you to cum just once on his face, he needs at least two to be satisfied. 

P - PACE

Rather slow and deep most of the time, he loves to make you feel all of him and hitting all the right spots he knows will make you scream. If it has been a while or that he’s particularly pent up, he’s way faster and less focused on his rhythm. 

Q - QUICKIE

Even if he’s not that much of a loverboy, he really prefers to take his time, and to be in the comfort of your bedroom, or at least somewhere where no one can interrupt you. He’s not above having a quickie here and there, when you really teased him, or if neither of you cannot wait, because anyway, fucking with you is a blessing. But he’d rather have you laid out on his bed, and all the time in the world to take you apart. 

R - RISK (do they like to experiment ?)

Vernon is a chill guy, so if you want to try something new, you just have to ask him. He’s always saying that you must try everything at least once to know if you will like it or not. He makes sure that you’re comfortable too, and that you know you can trust him to talk about anything you’d want to try (he’s a sweetheart).

S - STAMINA

He has that dancer stamina of course, so he can last multiple rounds while giving you his whole - and you won’t be the one complaining about it. Vernon purposely edges himself to last longer. And if he happens to cum even though you want more, he’ll gladly go down on you or finger you while he recovers. It’s a win-win for you. But when he does allow himself to cum, he won’t get up after that. 

T - TOYS

He’s not a big fan of them when it comes to playing together, he prefers to get you off with his mouth, hands or cock. But when he’s away for work and you send him video or photos of you playing with that dildo almost the same size as his dick, oh, he definitely loves it. He would also love to watch you fuck yourself on your toy while he’s just sitting there, and hearing you whine about how much you need him would definitely stroke his ego. 

U - UNFAIR (how much they like to tease)

Vernon is more of a dirty talker than a teaser actually, his words are more teasing than his actions. But sometimes, he does like to edge you a bit, or to push you past your limits even if he already made you cum three times. The main thing he searches in sex is your satisfaction, your pleasure. So truly, he just wants to give you what you need, even if he can be a little shit from time to time if you pissed him off. 

V - VOLUME (how loud they are)

He’s mostly quiet, except for deep grunts and some panting. He’s the most vocal when you’re giving him head - then he moans and whispers your name in devotion. When he gets close to cumming, he gets almost silent, except for some choked moans. 

W - WILD CARD

When Vernon gets drunk, he gets so touchy and so possessive. He doesn’t drink often to the point that he’s really drunk, but when he does, you love it. He cannot take his hands off of you even in public, will get on your knees if you ask him to, and definitely lets you willingly take advantage of him because how did he bag such a goddess ?

X - X-RAY

He’s a bit below average in terms of length - around 10cm - but he compensates in girth. He’s pretty thick and he needs to prep you well for you to not feel the sting of the stretch. 

Y - YEARNING (how high is their sex drive)

He’s not necessarily always in the mood, but he needs very, very little to get horny. You could be doing the most mundane task and he’ll be half hard in his pants because you’re just existing in the same world as him. That being said, it really depends on you. If you want to fuck every day, he’s down. If you have a lower libido, he’s okay with that too. It’s not that he never initiates anything, on the contrary, but he’s content with whatever he gets. 

Z - ZZZ (how fast they fall asleep)

Vernon can last multiple rounds without any problems, but once you’re done, he’s crashing out. Once you’re both comfortably settled and cuddled up to each other, he’s the first to fall asleep.

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fig. 1. hand in dog mouth | Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Reader

MASTERLIST · AO3

The first time he smells her from inside the woman's locker room, it brings him to a halt. The human voice in his head grows dimmer and dimmer until it ceases to make a sound.

or: the forced mating omegaverse au

tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Omegaverse, Explicit Sexual Content, AFAB Reader, Stalking, Kidnapping, Heavy Noncon/Dubcon Elements

“Fuckin’ gym isnae giei’ me a free month even though ah have tae drive tae practically the other side o’ the country tae get a decent pump in.”

“Mate, I can’t understand you when you get all worked up,” Gaz sighs on the other end of the phone, probably pinching the bridge of his nose. A lot of their conversations end up that way, one of them quickly losing patience with the other until the call abruptly ends.

Johnny drops his gym bag in the back and slams the car door shut, rounding to the other side to get in on the driver’s side. 

“Ah said, they aren’y refunding me fer the month even though the other location is on the other side o’ town. That’s a half hour back ‘n forth,” he gripes. The call switches to bluetooth a couple seconds after starting the car, Gaz’s exasperated voice coming from the speaker instead of his cell. 

“Don’t you already get a discount?”

“That’s jus’ fer bein’ a vet. This is completely different. It’s gonna be closed fer a month fer renovations. Ah cannae do this fer a whole month.”

“Hey, I know where you live. Aren’t there other gyms around that you could go to instead?”

“Are ye out o’ yer fuckin’ mind, Gaz? Ah’m no’ payin’ ten quid fer a fuckin’ day pass when ah already pay out the nose fer a membership.” 

“No need to get mad at me, mate, I’m just giving you suggestions.” 

“Well, keep them tae yerself if they’re all that bad.”

“Okay, this has been a great chat. I hope you blow a tire on the way there and try calling me for help so I can ignore it.”

The call ends with a loud beep and Johnny barks out a laugh as he reverses out of his spot, looping out of the lot and onto the main road.

He takes the highway because most of the slush and snow has long been cleaned off, though his wipers pump back and forth furiously to keep the snow flurries from sticking to the windshield. That already sets the tone for his evening. He nearly gets in an accident twice on the way there, everyone losing their ability to drive the second the weather is even slightly bad. 

He should just be lucky his gym even has another branch. They could’ve left him high and dry for the month, forced him to go to one the other gyms in his neighborhood that don’t offer the same range of weights and veteran’s discount. 

Worse, he could’ve been left with no choice but to use Gaz’s guest pass to his exorbitantly overpriced luxury gym downtown. Even the thought makes Johnny shudder. It could always be worse.

It’s so much more than just the drive that he hates about the other location. Like the first time he came here months ago when an appointment on the other side of town made him think it would be more convenient to pop in rather than heading back home for his workout, the parking lot is packed when he arrives, and he has to circle the lot twice before a spot frees up. 

The gym is similarly packed when Johnny walks in, and his mood darkens as he scans the weight section for a free bench. None in sight. Just meathead after meathead lining the far wall, huffing and puffing with each rep, dumbbells scattered around. 

Headphones slipped on and music loud enough to make his ears ring, he heads to the treadmills instead. Better to just start his workout like usual and hope for the best. 

The air stinks of sweat and hormones, alpha pheromones wafting through the gym and leaving not a corner untouched. It’s one of the reasons he prefers the location closer to his place—convenience aside, his location is mainly frequented by betas and omegas, the odd alpha not having much of an impact on the overall vibe. 

It’s not that he doesn’t have plenty of alpha friends (Gaz being just one of them), it’s just that sometimes he likes being the biggest, meanest thing in the room. Keeps him in line. Keeps him from being the stupid shit he is ninety-nine percent of the time, as Gaz would say. He likes to be the only one posturing. 

So he doesn’t relish being forced to work out with a million carbon copies of himself. It’s nothing Johnny isn’t used to at least—a decade in the military and a lifetime of contact sport before that had been enough of an education in coexisting with other alphas—but it leaves him on edge, muscles bunching up until his shoulders are nearly up to his ears. 

Running loosens him up. Distracts him from the urge to sink his teeth into something tender and shake until it bleeds. 

A brisk walk to a light jog to a full on sprint. Tongue suctioned to the roof of his mouth, sharpened canines throbbing. The most natural state in the world—legs pumping under him faster and faster, the faint memory of bare feet on a cold forest floor turning over loose soil with every stride. The steady pound of his feet against the ground rumbling through him.

It’s a pale imitation of the real deal, but the taste of salt and rust on the back of his tongue keep him grounded. The beast in his chest rumbles its approval. 

When a bench finally frees up, Johnny has to dash across the gym when he sees another alpha nearby eyeing his spot. He reaches the bench a few seconds before the other man though, slinging his sweat-drenched towel across the seat to claim it as his. The alpha hovers for a tense second, face screwed up in anger and nostrils flared like he might put up a fight for it. 

Do it, Johnny almost growls, teeth itching. Try it and see what happens.

Lucky for both of them that the other alpha knows when to cut his losses. He shoulder checks another alpha as he stomps back to the leg press machine and nearly starts a whole other fight, but that’s none of Johnny’s business. 

He cringes when he finally looks down at the bench only to find someone’s back outlined in sweat. Entitled shitheads at this gym can’t even be bothered to clean up after themselves. 

The noxious miasma of alpha stench would make his eyes water if he weren’t so used to it. Pungent and sharp, like gargling brine. 

A month can’t go by quick enough.

He leaves feeling worse than when he came in. Shoulders tight with tension and irritation crackling through him. Doesn’t even bother throwing a halfhearted see you later to the front desk workers on his way out. The height of rudeness. Not even rude so much as just not him; Johnny likes to talk, he likes to be friendly with the staff. It speaks to the anger riding high in his blood that he can’t even pretend. 

To make it worse, his car is covered in snow when he makes it back, forcing him to spend an extra five minutes cleaning the shit off before he can finally leave. 

It’s untenable. He can mind his ego for a paycheck, but on his own time his patience curls up into a ball in his chest and goes to sleep. It’s not a question of if he’ll lose his temper but when. Inevitable. His pugnacity has always been his downfall; his Achilles’ heel. Always cutting himself down on a sharp tooth.

The rosary beads dangling from the rearview window sway with the car when he takes a tight turn. 

“Ah ken,” Johnny mumbles to himself, silver cross glinting under the stoplight. “Ah can do a month. Ah can keep it together.”

The next couple of times are just as bad. It’s always crowded during his preferred usual time and it always stinks, like the staff know they’re fighting a losing battle trying to keep the place clean so they don’t even try. 

The sorry fuckin’ state of this place, Johnny thinks in revulsion, sneering down at yet another machine damp with sweat from the guy before him. It takes him a minute to wrestle down the impulse to chase after the other alpha and drag him back by his hair before shoving him face down into the puddle of sweat on the seat he left for someone else to clean up. 

Only the threat of being permanently banned keeps his temper in check. That can only last for so long though.

It’s gotten to the point where he seriously considers taking Gaz up on his offer to come with him to the gym downtown. He’s a danger to himself and others here; a walking time bomb rapidly ticking down. Each day, something new tests the limits of his patience, like when he comes in one crowded afternoon only to find all of the lockers taken, the locker room stuffed to the brim with alphas and a few straggler betas. 

He sits in his car with the heat on for an hour until the gym clears out, steaming enough to fog up the windows. Nearly turns right back around when he enters the locker room to find it absolutely demolished—damp towels strewn about, shower water all over the floor, and stinking to high heavens of sweat, body odour, and piss. 

There’s still a dent in one of the lockers from the brief loss of his temper. He doesn’t cop to it, but he makes a point to only use the lockers on the other side of the room from then on.

He’s desperate enough to join Gaz at his fancy downtown gym all of one time, but the facilities there are so serene and sterile that his skin crawls the moment he walks in. Soothing spa music echoes through the three-story gym (no, wellness centre, the staff correct him at the check-in desk, and Gaz has to kick his bad knee to keep Johnny from howling) and verdant green plants grow from pots placed around the facility. 

Like working out in the jungle, he thinks sardonically. 

“How can ye even concentrate here?” he asks, aghast, staring at the group of limber, flexible bodies stretching and straining in a group yoga class behind a nearby glass wall. He licks his lips. 

Gaz rolls his eyes. “It’s not that bad.”

“Ah’m no’ gonna get kicked out for breathing too loud, am ah?” 

“If anything, you’re gonna get kicked out for public indecency,” Gaz sneers, looking down pointedly at Johnny’s open hand inching towards his crotch. “Can you chill out, mate?”

“It’s no’ my fault! They’re arching their backs ‘n pushing their tits out. Ah shouldnae have to look at that when ah’m tryin’ tae work out.” 

“Would it kill you to not run your mouth off for five fucking minutes?”

Johnny mimes zipping his lips and then follows Gaz downstairs to the locker room, where the wall-length granite sink and infrared sauna make his eyes nearly bug out of his head. 

To no one’s surprise, he doesn’t go back. Gaz doesn’t ask him again either.

An appointment one day pushes his schedule back a couple hours and he shows up later than usual, his teeth clenched tight the whole drive over because he expects the worst. Double the occupants, double the meatheads. 

But when he pulls into a near empty lot, the knot of tension in his chest loosens. Only a handful of cars, and most of them are parked near the take-out place at the other end of the complex. 

It’s practically a wasteland when Johnny walks in. A few people here and there, but otherwise deserted. Only a single person posted near the free weights. 

Even the locker room is more palatable. Freshly cleaned and stocked with new towels. All of the showers have been scrubbed down and dried, the curtains tucked behind the holdbacks and waiting for someone to use them. It’s like walking into a brand new gym. 

“Yeah, this is kind of the sweet spot,” a staff member tells him when he rocks up to the desk to ask about it. “We get a lot of alphas that come here right after five, so when it empties out around nine, we have the cleaning staff come in to sanitize everything.”

“Well shit,” he laughs, pushing back from the desk and lacing his hands behind his head. “Guess yer gonna see me more often.”

True to his word, he starts showing up later and later, the streetlights plump and gold when he swerves into the parking lot and parks in the middle of two spots purely because he can. There’s a new bounce to his gait, a pep in his step. 

It fucks up Johnny’s schedule for a bit, but it’s well worth getting home well after midnight if it means that he gets the gym to himself. No one to complain when he groans and pants through each rep, sweat dripping from his face and body onto the floor, weights slammed against the mat with a loud thud every time he finishes a set. 

(In truth, he’s no better than the alphas that plague the gym during the evening hours, but he’s long made peace with being a hypocrite.)

For a moment, it seems like life will at least be bearable until the month is over and he can go back to training at his regular gym. All he has to do is wait it out. 

When it first catches his nose, he splinters down the middle.

It happens when Johnny’s on his way out for the night, muscles warm and only slightly sore, the kind of soreness that’ll dissipate by the time he flops into bed. It’s later than usual—closer to one than twelve, and he’ll feel it in the morning when he’s forced to get up at his usual hour—but there’s hardly anyone else in the gym and for that, it’s worth it. 

The strap of his gym bag digs into his shoulder as he tosses a hand up on his way, saying goodbye to the beta manning the front desk on his own. A shame that he’s stuck on his own all night. It would drive Johnny crazy to be stuck at work with no one to talk to—it’s one of the reasons that he followed Gaz into private security when they both got out of the service. 

He turns around, about to step out of the gym, when a peculiar smell tries to sneak past him. A slippery thing, silverfish quick and just as conspicuous. 

He catches it though. Hunting dog with a purebred snout, he sniffs it the second it wafts under his nose and goes ramrod straight, egress forgotten. 

The door to the women's locker room is closed, but he can smell the faint traces of the omega’s scent clinging to it. She must have touched it on her way out. Must have placed her palm against the door and shoved. The alpha beneath his skin that wears his face stills as well, everything vanishing into the singular nature of the scent emanating from the locker room door. 

In twenty-nine years, he’s never felt so—

(unmoored, untethered

sinking into it like a stone, not coming apart but unraveling altogether—)

He breathes in again and it’s fainter now, but he can still smell it. Candy pink frosting, so sweet that his teeth hurt and his dick throbs. Juicy like a ripe peach waiting for his teeth. It wafts from the women’s locker room, so subtle that it’s clear that whoever it belonged to is long gone. He must have just missed her, an hour separating them at most. 

It’s like nothing he’s ever smelt before. No omega in heat has ever made his head spin like this, every inch of him attuned to a single scent. Even slick on his tongue has never made him feel like this, rut thundering through his bones and snapping him into a new shape.

The hunger shifts from his throat to his stomach, settling in deep. And the beast under his skin that wears his face opens its maw, ropey strands of spittle stringing between its teeth. 

“Hey man, you good?” 

Johnny blinks, looking over his shoulder to find the guy at the front desk frowning at him. It snaps him out of whatever spell he’d been under. His alpha recedes beneath his skin again, hungering but quieter. 

“Uh…” he clears his throat, pulling the strap of his bag back up onto his shoulder from where it slipped down. Gives the guy a thumbs up. “Yeah. Sorry—lost my train o’ thought.”

The employee stares at him for a beat before mumbling, “Okay…” under his breath and looking back down at the computer.

Johnny stares at the door for another few seconds before finally leaving.

He sweats all the way home. Worries, wonder, and woes. Blinks and suddenly his exit is next, another car behind him honking when he changes lanes abruptly without signalling. Haud yer wheesht, he thinks and flips the other driver off for good measure. 

At home, he paces the length of his house thinking about that omega’s scent until it’s time for bed. Then he tosses and turns until his sleep grows profound and swallows him whole like Jonah. Into the belly of the beast. Nothing to do but let it spit him back out like a peachstone. 

Then morning comes and his jaw clicks when he yawns and his bad knee hurts. 

But worse than the snow pelting his windshield on the drive to work and worse than the cold stinging his face when he parks and stops for his morning coffee is the memory of that smell. 

It’s not as if he doesn’t have any experience with omegas. Despite growing up under the thumb of four alpha sisters, Johnny’s been popular with omegas his whole life. His history with them is an assortment of sordid trysts and quick flings, good enough to scratch an itch but not enough to make him want to bite and keep. 

Sticky, messy, syrupy ruts spent buried between an omega’s soft thighs, gorging himself on slick and pussy; nudging his cock against pillowy lips and then thrusting down their throat, hand palming the base of their skull to hold them in place. 

It’s always been like that though. One and done; a couple days at most to work through the worst of his rut and then out the door, a messy kiss for the road before whistling his way home. Johnny’s good for that. A romp in the hay, a roll in the sack. Generous with his fingers and mouth and cock. 

He’s never craved an omega like this though, never fevered like he fevers now. Itched like his skin was turned inside out in his sleep.

Waking up in the middle of the night panting, the covers under him drenched with sweat and his knot throbbing in his hand, already swollen and aching. Fisting his cock until he has no choice but to roll over and bury his teeth into his pillow, humping the mattress frantically until he comes, eyes watering with the force of his orgasm. 

No tonic for this ailment. It simmers in his blood, infatuation decocting into full blown obsession.

Brontide as leitmotif and it rumbles in his ears. 

Wandering through the city punch-drunk, always waiting for it to catch his nose somewhere else. In line at a salad bar, always a head taller than everyone else (which he’s still getting used to, which is still a strange new fact of civilian life); at a local venue with Gaz for a concert, scenting the air for any sign of them; seated at the back of the coffee shop across the street from the gym, eyes trained on the door.

Waiting. Always waiting. 

And, hungering like a starved dog. 

Saliva pooling in his mouth when he thinks of what it’ll be like when he finally has them under him, desperate and cloying and wet. 

Other omegas smell sickly to him now, off somehow. A facsimile of what he knows is out there waiting for him. He’s not down for a quick fuck anymore. A hand on his chest and doe eyes blinking up at him makes him shudder now, grimacing down at the omega trying to compete for his attention when out there there’s—

His omega.  

Just for him. Made to take his knot and clench around it and squeal when he pumps them full— 

Hishishishishishis. 

So he shrugs her hand off and sends her on her way. 

Johnny spends weeks trying to line up their schedules—his and that elusive omega’s whose scent still permeates the gym even though he never actually sees them in the flesh—to no avail. Even though he’s there waiting at the gym nearly every day, they must stagger their visits. Worse, they seem to come at irregular hours; some days, Johnny shows up and though he can smell the omega’s scent, it’s flat, stale. Like they’ve been gone for hours, ages. Only the oil from their hands still embedded in the dumbbells on the rack. 

He doesn’t even care if anyone’s watching when he brings one up to his nose and breathes in. 

Then abruptly, the scent disappears, and with it, his soundness of mind.

A week gasping for air, flopping belly up. Breathing in nothing, not even the old, stale scent of his omega because they’re gone suddenly without warning. The first couple of days are manageable only because he doesn’t notice it at first, used to his omega taking a couple days off at a time to rest and recover, but then two days stretch into three. And then into four. 

Johnny’s long thought of himself as wild and self-reliant, not accountable to anyone or anything apart from himself. It takes four days to obliterate that notion. 

On the fourth day, he wakes up and his agony crawls out of his mouth on spindly legs. 

It follows him to work and back, an ache between his shoulder blades and a gnawing, wretched hunger for something he can’t have because it’s beyond his grasp. Smoke now, lost in the ether. He drives across town before and after work, hoping that they’ll suddenly reappear and set his mind at ease, but the gym only smells of alpha funk and his own souring mood. 

Too long without it. He’s nothing but a shell of himself in its absence, without the scent of his omega to calm him down, and it makes Johnny realize that he wasn’t doing well on his own before but just barely surviving. Barely keeping his head above water. 

Ghost hauls him out of a bar by the scruff of his neck on Saturday night when he almost starts a fight, and only sinking his canines into the other alpha’s forearm calms him down. He slumps forward in the bigger man’s hold and whines when Ghost strokes a hand down his back and murmurs something vaguely soothing in his ear, his words muffled by the mask. He even lets Ghost drag him back home and curls up on his couch until a balled sock hits his head and he slinks into Ghost’s bedroom, dragging his feet the whole way.

His longing is excruciating. Pathetic. Like a dog with its own empty bowl in its mouth begging for scraps.  

Gaz still calls every day because they’ve been joined at the hip since they first met almost a decade ago and it’s not long before he picks up on the shaky note in Johnny’s voice, stilted conversations becoming wholly incomprehensible. Even Price calls him towards the end of the week to ask if he’s doing alright. No, sir. Yes, sir. Ah’m fine, sir. 

“Was it Gaz who snitched?” Johnny gripes, cutting a side-eyed glare at the alpha on the bench next to him curling sixty pound weights and groaning like he’s getting sucked off at the same time. Still no sign of his omega. 

“Well, it wasn’t Simon.”

That makes him snort. Last time he tells that traitor a goddamn thing about his life. 

Absence does not make the heart grow fonder. It makes the world seem fetid and bland, and he looks out at it through dull eyes, anger kindling inside. Makes his stomach cramp like there’s nothing in it. It takes the sheen out of an oil spill, leaving only the mess and rot behind. 

And then suddenly it’s back like nothing happened, stopping him in his tracks as he walks into the gym. They must have gone out of town for the week, on vacation or visiting family, something so trivial that he’d laugh if his innards weren’t char and ash. If his alpha weren’t half-feral, blotting out his thoughts for hours at a time, all instinct and anger and teeth taking over until he regains clarity and the sky is dark.

It nearly brings him to his knees when he walks into the gym and the smell of his omega blooms bright and nacreous. The gym staff eye him with growing uncertainty, but he’s hardly the most concerning customer at a big box gym (last week someone locked themselves in one of the bathroom stalls with a knife), so they leave him to his own devices when he’s finally able to move again.

His omega isn’t there, of course. Johnny can tell from a quick glance around the gym and a sniff of the air. But they were, and that’s all that matters. 

Their reappearance sharpens his resolve. Runs it against a whetstone, his time of waiting coming to an end. He rolls his shoulders back and puffs his chest out in anticipation. It can’t come soon enough. 

Nothing stays silent for long when a wolf is watching from the shadows. Eventually it has to make a sound. 

It’s quiet in the gym at two a.m. (a far cry from his usual time, but the hunt demands sacrifice), only the sound of a single treadmill whirring and shoes hitting the belt disturbing the near silence. 

Johnny smells you the second he walks in. It punches him right in the chest when he inhales and the ripe, sticky scent of his omega flows into his lungs. Mouth watering on instinct. Rutilant eyed, he tilts his head wolf-like and stares down towards the other side of the gym where a pretty thing fiddles with the settings on the treadmill, settling into a light jog. 

He’s buried under an avalanche of want so powerful and so swift that it collapses him down to base instinct. Thoughts disconnected and hazy, blooming like a bruise in his head. 

Shouldnae be here, he wants to croon in your ear while he holds you down, almost swaying on his feet at the thought. Should be back in my bed at home takin’ my dick so deep in yer gorgeous cunt that ye can taste my cum on the back of yer tongue—

The employee manning the front desk doesn’t even look up when Johnny scans his pass and pushes through the turnstile, flipping to the next page of the magazine open in front of him.

It’s better that way. Johnny doesn’t know what he’d do if someone tried to stop him or get in his way. 

The gym is deserted at this time of night, only the single treadmill in use and someone that passes him on their way out, a gust of wind at Johnny’s back signalling their departure. Everything always works out in his favour. He suffers for it, but God rewards him for his patience. 

He takes a seat on the closest available training machine and doesn’t even pretend to use it. Johnny’s never been much of a performer anyway. Instead, he drops his gym bag down on the floor beside the chest press machine and leans forward, elbows resting against his knees. 

He’s lucky that you’re too concentrated on your workout to feel the heat of his stare. Your phone rests on its side in front of you, an episode of a show playing to distract you while you run. Earphones in to block out the noise. He knows Ghost would tell him to correct that. Can’t have his omega distracted while alphas lurk nearby waiting to dig their teeth into the supple lump of flesh sitting tantalizing just below the collar of your shirt—

A bead of sweat runs down his temple and his dick twitches in his sweats. 

There are cuffs in his gym bag. Tools of the trade. It’s not as innocent as he lets himself think, but they’re there in case things go sideways. Sideways like if you take one look at him and run the other way when you notice the way his half-lidded eyes barely blink as he stares at you. 

And he can’t have that. Not now that he’s found you. 

His patience is unwavering when the circumstances call for it. It’s a skill he picked up in the service, learning to channel all of the frenetic energy coursing through him into a tight point at the back of his mind, compressing it all down to a singularity that later he’ll allow to expand and burn itself out like a dying star. 

Not now though. Now he sits and he watches and he waits.

He stares at your ass while you run, crossfaded on his alpha’s slabbering hunger and his own need to wrench those leggings down your hips. When he has the luxury of time, he’ll tie you to his bed by your wrists and ankles, belly down to make it easier on him, and sink his teeth into the flesh of your ass until it’s tender to the touch, until even ghosting his hand over your ass makes you squirm and weep. 

Even the thought has a growl rumbling at the back of his throat. 

You’re not a very fast runner, but you’re quick enough. Like a rabbit, Johnny thinks and nearly laughs at his own joke. A distracted one at that, too concerned with what’s in front of you to notice what’s lurking right behind. 

No matter. He sits and he waits. 

Eventually, the treadmill starts to slow down, and with it, you. Panting to catch your breath. Fingers trembling when you pause the video on your phone and scrub a towel down your face to wipe off the sweat. 

And for once the entire gym smells of nothing but a honeyed sweetness. Spun sugar and strawberry Angel Delight. Intoxicating and heady. It permeates the building, dragging him deeper into a drugged haze, dulling his senses, plugging his ears with cotton until the only thing he can hear is the sound of your rabbit-quick heartbeat going bump-bump-bump in your chest.

You must have been finishing your workout with a light jog because when the treadmill comes to a complete stop, you take another second to catch your breath and then step off to the side, draping your towel around the back of your neck and heading for the locker room. 

Johnny feels himself rise to his feet but there’s no consciousness behind it. No intent beyond primordial reflex, prey drive kicking in when you try getting away. He forgets about everything else—the employee at the front desk, his gym bag next to him. His knees don’t even crack for once, the movement fluid, and when he follows you towards the locker room, his feet hardly make a sound. 

It’s to his advantage that you haven’t noticed him yet, but he’ll deal with that soon enough. The locked room door swings shut behind you and there’s a second where he hesitates, better thoughts creeping past his alpha to whisper in his ear that he doesn’t have to do it this way. He’s never had trouble with an omega before—why use force now?

And then he hears a locker slam shut on the other side and instinct takes over. 

You’re half-undressed in the middle of the locker room when he walks in, clad only in your panties and bra, and his world narrows down to that moment. Everything in his life has led him to this. Like a red sea parting; the universe suddenly giving him a sign, beckoning him forth. 

The door swings shut behind him and your ears twitch at the noise. 

He’s done this before in another life. Three strides and he slips right up behind you, arms winding around your front to pull you into his chest and covering your mouth with his hand. You freeze for a split second before going haywire, flailing in his hold, his hand muffling your screams.

“Shh, it’s just me, doe,” Johnny shushes you, arms constricting around you. Relishing the feeling of your body against his, warmer and softer than he imagined. 

You shriek behind his hand, twisting in his hold and trying with all your might to break free. Simple thoughts for simple creatures. Even when you try to bite his hand, Johnny only coos, cock swelling at the feeling of your tongue on his skin. The little kittenish licks just rile him up. He likes it less when you try to headbutt him, narrowly missing his nose when you throw your head back. 

When he dips his nose into the crook of your neck, he can’t help the growl that slips out of him.

“Enough o’ tha’,” Johnny growls, words reverberating with his annoyance. 

The sound makes you still, prey instincts as sharp as his. Smart girl. You know when not to push your luck. He’s bigger and stronger, and his teeth are precariously close to your mating gland, which sits nestled in the crook of your neck. 

He breathes in. Your scent is strongest there, at the base of your neck. A delicate layer of skin and then underneath it, your blood sings. Whispers praises high and sweet to him. A shuddering breath out. 

You mumble something behind his hand. Tremble violently, your nails digging into his forearm with a biting sting. 

He shushes you again. “No’ here, baby—gotta take ye somewhere more private.” 

He pays no mind to the way you resume your screaming behind his hand as drags you deeper into the locker room and away from the door. Hardly needs to use any of his real strength, only a fraction of it. The fight you put up would almost be endearing, would almost make him go thatta girl and nip at the tip of your nose, if not for the way it triggers his instincts, an innate urge to dominate you into submission. 

It isn’t hard to wrestle you to the floor in the showers. Like play fighting, all bark and whine and keen, teeth snapping an inch from his nose until he pins you under him, snarling right in your face until you submit. That gets you to stop making a fuss. The last thing he wants is to deal with a front desk employee trying to play the hero by pulling him off you. Not that anyone could. He’d rather this not end in bloodshed. 

“Tha’s better,” Johnny growls. “Jus’ be nice, a’right?”

You shiver at his words, eyes wide and petrified, darting all over his face. Even tinged with your fear, how could he not preen under your gaze now that you’re getting a proper look at him? He knows what he looks like—rugged and strong, mohawk recently cleaned up and beard freshly trimmed. Not a behemoth like Ghost, but big for an alpha, broad shouldered and beefy. 

Big for an alpha in a couple different ways, he leers.

“Don’t hurt me,” you whimper, and that breaks his heart. How could he ever? How could he ever look at something as perfect as you and want to ruin it? His chest aches at the thought. 

“No, baby,” he whines, nuzzling his nose into the side of your face. “Ah would never, baby, never. Dinnae be scared. Ah’m no’ gonna hurt you, doe.” 

He drags his nose down the length of your head, running his tongue over the rounded corner of your jaw. Your sweat tastes of wet roses and tart jam. Still intoxicating, but wrong, sour and sodden with fear. It makes his skin itch and his shoulders tense. You shouldn’t be scared of him; his omega should never be scared of him. 

“Ye cannae smell it, doe?” he asks, pressing a soft kiss into your neck, lingering there so he can feel your pulse flutter against his lips. “Ah can… Cannae smell a damn thing else when yer around. S’all ah can think about.”

“What are you talking about?” you whisper, so frightened that you can barely squeeze the words out, fear choking you. He can’t stand it. The thought that you might find him dangerous makes his throat burn, agony ripping his chest open and yanking his insides out. 

He braces himself up on his forearms and forces his hand under your head, lifting your head up off the tile floor.

“How do ah smell, doe?” Johnny rasps, shoving your face into his neck and holding you there until you have no choice but to inhale. He feels the way you shudder when you do, hands spasming against his chest. “Smells good, doesn’t it? Just breathe it in, doe.”

You do, shakily. Then a deeper inhale, filling your lungs with his scent. 

“I—oh god—” you groan, your hands suddenly fisting in Johnny’s shirt and dragging him closer. 

“Jesus,” he curses through clenched teeth, dizzy with lust. He goes with it, laying more of his body weight on top of you, hind brain taking over.

A long, deep inhale. Your nose digs into his neck. “What is that?” you whine. 

“S’the best thing in the fuckin’ world.” An understatement. Johnny’s eyelids fall shut when your tongue pokes out to lightly graze his neck. 

So much pent up emotion and anguish and want only for it suddenly—

stop.

Motion succumbing to instinct, to fate. Everything else is collateral damage when fate gets in the way. 

Your hands fisted in his shirt, scent ripening, fear replaced with something else—still sharp, but charged. Hesitant because you shouldn’t want this—it shouldn’t even be a thought in your head to indulge the strange man who wrestled you to the floor and forced you to scent him, but then you get a good whiff of him and that thought shakes like television static, like a mirage, like a glass surface wobbling right before it breaks—

When he pulls back, the world is different. 

You’re glassy eyed, so pliant now that he could do anything to you, anything at all. And then his eyes dip lower. 

He cups your neck with a clammy hand and strokes a finger over the lovely gland at the crook of your neck. It’s warm to the touch. 

“Look a’ this,” he breathes, awed. Your hand flies to his wrist, fingers barely able to wrap around it. 

“D-don’t touch it,” you choke out, swallowing harshly. It has to be sensitive. Still, Johnny can’t keep from stroking his finger over it again, soaking up the way his touch makes you shiver. Poor thing, gone so long without your alpha’s touch. 

“Ah cannae help it, doe,” Johnny whispers. He switches to his thumb, rubbing the pad of it over your gland until you whine and squirm, eyebrows drawn tight together. “Does it hurt, baby? Do ye need me tae make it better?”

You whine, trying to weakly bat his hand away. “N-no, that’s for my alpha—” 

“Aye, tha’s right.” His eyes gleam fulgurite under the fluorescent lights. “Fer yer alpha.”

He digs his thumb in harder until your mouth opens on a silent cry. 

His alpha drools a messy puddle beneath his skin, jowls sagging. It stares without blinking. 

It’s different than lust or bloodthirst. Darker; deep-seated. He’s never felt this way before, and, if his gut feeling proves true, he never will again. It’s like looking down a vast, dark hall, and seeing only one way out. 

A damp shower room floor in a locker room is no place for him to take his omega for the first time, but he couldn’t lift himself off you if he tried. His muscles feel far too heavy, like lead weights dragging him down, the gravity stronger here somehow.

“Let’s get this off,” he murmurs, sitting back on his haunches.

“Wait—wait, not here, alpha, please—”

Your protests fall on deaf ears. He wrenches your bra over your head, mindful not to let the back of your head smack against the tile floor. “Gentle, gentle—there we go. Tha’s a good girl.”

Your panties come next, stripped off and tossed elsewhere. His lips follow the path of his hands, sucking kisses into your hips and thighs until your fingers thread into his hair and yank. He yelps, scalp tingling with pain.

“Do tha’ again, doe,” Johnny purrs, shuddering when you do. Eyes rolling back in his head.

His world tilts on its axis when he forces your legs apart and stares at the perfect slice of heaven between your thighs. 

“Doe.” Voice broken, shredded. Running his thumb up the seam of your lips and moaning when your hole clenches at his touch and a drop of slick leaks out. “Oh, doe…she’s so…” 

Too awestruck for words. Language is beyond his grasp, too inadequate for the feelings coursing through him. Lacklustre, diaphanous thing. There’s no way to describe the feeling of leaning forward and touching his lips to yours, angling his head to give her a proper kiss, one with tongue and feeling. She kisses him back just as passionately. 

The taste of you is incomparable. He can’t believe he ever thought there was a world where he could subsist on just the smell of you. Impossible now that he’s had you on his tongue. He runs it up the seam of your pussy, the flat of his tongue spread wide to catch every honeyed dewdrop clinging to your skin, sucking each fold into his mouth to be extra thorough. The pearl sitting nice and pretty at the top gets a wet kiss for waiting so long for his touch. 

He pulls back for a second to catch his breath. “So pretty, baby,” Johnny whines, pulling the hood of your clit up with his thumb and sucking her into his mouth.

“Oh my god—” 

He buries his face into your cunt, the bridge of his nose wedged against your clit and making you howl. He doesn’t budge even when you practically wrench his hair out by the roots, too committed to making your pussy squirt all over his face. Not an easy task with the way you keep trying to push him away from your cunt, but Johnny’s always risen to any challenge. 

You howl when he wedges his tongue in as deep as it’ll go, thighs clamping around his head. Not a bad way to go, Johnny thinks in a daze, chin wet with your juices and nose nuzzling your sensitive little clit, making your whole body jolt. He can tell you’re close by the way your thighs spasm and your scent goes marzipan sweet, so lush and rich that his swollen cock leaks in his sweatpants.

It’s easy to get lost in your pleasure; Johnny feels it like it’s his own, his low back aching with the force of your impending orgasm. He misses your clit too much to let her get lonely though, so he lets go of your hip to push a couple fingers into your hole instead of his tongue. 

“C’mon, doe, lemme see ye come,” he whines into your pussy, thrusting all three fingers into your hole, half-lidded eyes with blown out pupils watching the way your pussy gobbles them up. “Just like tha’—oh, there we go, baby, oh my god, come on, yes—lemme have it, doe—”

Your release is wet on his hand and all over his face. Little pussy still milking his fingers, the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. 

A hush falls over the room, the moment almost devotional. He thinks you might be crying, but it’s hard to tell because the blood in his ears is too loud and his hand is wet with your come and he wants nothing more than to do it all over again until you can’t even talk. 

He rises to his feet in a daze, a deep red flush high on his cheekbones. His shirt comes off first, pulled over the back of his head and tossed behind him; his sweats are similarly discarded, tugged down and kicked away until you’re staring up at him in all his hairy, naked glory, cock flush with blood and heavy, drooping away from his stomach.  

He laughs when he notices where your gaze has dropped. “Like what ye see?”

“I don’t know about this—” you start, but he pays your words no mind. 

“C’mere,” he growls, suppressing the urge to wince when he drops to his knees again.

Johnny hooks an arm under your low back, hoisting your hips up until your ass rests against his thighs, making your back arch. It thrusts your tits up towards his face and he nearly goes cross-eyed staring down at your cute little nipples. They look lonely too. 

He gets distracted again, forgetting about sinking his cock in your cunt in favour of hunching over to get his mouth on your tits. Sucks one until it's hard and pebbled against his tongue and circles his tongue over the soft areola skin, completely forgetting about your other breast. It’s hard to pull himself off. 

You yelp when he bites down, not hard enough to hurt, but deliberate enough to tick you off. 

“That’s too rough!” you hiss, grabbing him by the hair again. 

“Sorry,” Johnny gasps. He nuzzles between your breasts, practically purring. “Ah’m so sorry, doe, ah couldnae help myself…”

Puppyish, he leans up to bunt his head under your chin, shuddering when your fingers loosen and hesitantly scratch his head. 

“…Okay…” you murmur, overwhelmed. He ignores you, too content with nuzzling into your neck while you run your nails over his scalp.

Being this close to you after weeks of nothing is almost enough. The air reeks with your scent. If it weren’t for the ugly, festering ache in his belly, he’d be tempted to skip straight to this. Roll onto his back and pull you onto his chest, press his nose to the crown of your head and breathe in until it lulls him right to sleep. Maybe get a good belly scratch at the same time.

Then he inhales and the scent of your come on his chin makes his spine go stiff. Drool leaks from the corner of his mouth.

It can’t wait anymore. The thing under his skin shakes with hunger, its greed a ravenous, frothing appetite that goes mindless when it waits for its food. Do it. Do it now.

He braces a hand against the tile floor to lift himself up and pets your cheek with his free hand. “Ah’m gonna put it in now, okay, doe?” 

And he means it too, stomach cramping with eager anticipation, knot already filling up at the base of his dick—still small enough to pop it into your hole, but not for much longer—because it’s everything he’s dreamt of since he first caught your scent in the air. 

That must not be the case for you. 

When you twist onto your belly and try to scramble away, he stares dumbly for a second before seeing red. Johnny crawls after you, dragging you back by your ankle when you get a bit too far away and flipping you over again. You hiss when the back of your head smashes against the floor, hands reaching up to cradle it instinctively. 

You get it snarled right in your face, his anger erupting out of him like a geyser, like a dense fog rolling down from the mountains and spreading to everything below. “Ye dinnae fuckin’ move.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you breathe. 

Even consumed by rage, he can smell your terror. Putrid, not the soft sweetness of your usual scent. There’s pain there too, and it makes his muscles tense like he’s ready to spring. It’s what brings his alpha to the surface, the scorch of anger cooling slowly as you lie there trembling. 

It doesn’t feel good, but he can’t—he can’t let you go. 

His hands flutter over your face, squeezing your cheeks and leaning down to plant kiss after soft kiss on your lips. “Doe, please, ye cannae do tha’…ah wanna be gentle, but ah cannae control myself if ye—” Johnny can’t bring himself to say it, the image too painful to contemplate. There’s no reason on Earth that his omega should be trying to run away from him.

“O-okay, alpha…I…I’ll be good.” 

His self-control is hairstring thin. “Yer just nervous, right? Tha’ why ye tried tae run?”

“I-I’m just nervous, alpha.” It’s a neat trick, repeating his words back to him in order to calm him down. It works. 

His chest deflates as he kneels there over you. Johnny stares into your eyes a few seconds longer, a subtle reminder not to fucking move, before he sits up again, rolling his shoulders back and tugging your lower half in again. 

This time when he notches the head of his cock against your entrance, you whisper oh god oh god oh god to yourself but you don’t try to run. It must seem inevitable—no way to fight him off or talk him out of it because there’s a film over his eyes that reflects nothing back. 

And then he slowly sinks his cock into you, your hole stretching around the mushroomed head. His jaw rolls on a shaky exhale.

Something in him cracks wide open and—

something ugly slithers out.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, voice cracking. His cock sinks in another inch, warm, wet heat sucking him in. “Jesus, doe, ah cannae fuckin’ breathe—”

You flex your hips at his words, ankles digging into the divots above his arse and pulling him in until he suddenly bottoms out, cock stuffed to the root in the warmest, snuggest cunt he’s ever felt. It nearly makes him go mad; he gets so close to it that his face goes numb, the blood pounding in his ears. He curls over you, a string of curses slipping out of his mouth. 

You’re there when Johnny opens his eyes again, damp hair haloing you. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, a tear slipping past your waterline and dribbling down your face. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me—”

“It’s okay, doe.” His hands run up and down your sides, soothing you. “S’just instinct. Ye cannae help it any more than ah can.”

Your walls squeeze around his shaft, nerves making you tense up, and Johnny groans, his hand curling into a fist by your head. It takes every iota of his being not to come right then, buried to the hilt in your pussy with your ankles digging into his low back. He nearly does when you whine at him to move. 

“Okay, baby,” he breathes. 

Johnny tries to be gentle at first. Makes a conscious effort to rock into you with slow, smooth strokes, distracting you with a deep, wet kiss. Lips gliding together, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth only to graze it with his teeth, heat rushing through him when you tremble. Coaxing your tongue into his mouth and then sucking on it.

His control starts to slip when he tries to pull out and your ankles dig into his back, pulling him back in. The force of his next thrust makes your body shift, sliding up the wet floor. Too much. Be gentle. But he can’t—the pressure in his core gets worse the longer he fucks you, an eagerness to reach his end building and building. All he can do is chase it. Bite at its heels. 

“Yer so pretty,” he rasps, petting your face with shaky hands and bucking his hips into yours until you can’t hold back your pretty little moans. “Pretty, pretty doe. Ah’ve got ye, love.”

A few more like that, pounding into you until you squeak like a toy and he laughs, breathless and full of mirth. Buoyant. Revelling in the sound of you coming apart under him, all fractured pleas and kiss-swollen lips. 

Perfect angel, all sweetness and moans and cream coating his cock, gleaming under the fluorescent lights every time he pulls out. 

There’s a white ring at the base of his dick from the mess of your combined fluids. Johnny nearly passes out when he notices. 

His bad knee aches from digging into the tile floor. He’ll feel it in the morning when he wakes up with bruises on his elbows and shins, muscles stiff and twinging when he moves, but it’s a price he’ll happily pay to keep his pretty doe on her back with her legs spread. 

Any lingering guilt about fucking you on the gross shower room floor evaporates the more you pant and the wetter you get because, he rationalizes, on some level you must want him just as bad. Not with the same fervour, not a bone bright ache that sucks you dry and spits you out like a peach pit, but close enough that you aren’t pushing him away anymore. 

He ignores the weak pressure on his shoulders. Pries your hands off so he can pin your wrists together over your head. 

“Been lookin’ fer ye fer so long,” Johnny croons. He ruts into you clumsily, losing any semblance of finesse. “Smelt ye weeks ago ‘n knew…knew ah had tae have ye.”

Your eyes fly open, stunned. “Weeks?” you gasp.

“Thought ah’d lose my fuckin’ mind lookin’ fer ye.” His breath comes out ragged. “Couldnae sleep or eat or do anythin’ except jerk my cock raw. Should’ve saved it all up fer ye, but…” his laughter is a deep, brassy thing. “…ye’ll still get a fair share.”

“You’re disgusting,” you moan, and that makes him laugh even more, rutting into you like a beast.

“Christ, doe, keep runnin’ that mouth.”

“You’re a—”

dumb, nasty dog

sick in the head, fucking me with that big, fat dick—

He grunts and his lip pulls back in a mean, crooked grin. 

It’s never been like this before. Like someone drilled a hole in the side of his head and filled it up with you. You’re in every crevice of his mind and body, mycorrhizal tendril spreading through him.

“Ah’m gonna ruin yer pretty cunt, doe,” Johnny rasps, neck soaked with sweat and eyes burning hot, pupils blown so wide only a glimmer of blue remains. “Get her nice ‘n soaked with my come.”

“Alpha—” you keen, for lack of anything else to call him and it makes his vision go blank. 

That’s the only truth that matters to him. Like a divine calling—his omega begging for him, asking for more more more. It’s as close to love as he’s ever gotten; as close to heaven as he ever will. 

Diving headfirst into oblivion. He clamps his hands around your waist to hold you in place and fucks into you with renewed vigour, losing himself in the pleasure. Any coherent thought evaporates, reduced to mindless instinct. His beast and him are indistinguishable; two sides of the same coin; he looms over you Janus-faced, a god of beginnings and endings. 

He breathes out heavily through his nose, teeth gritting together and lips pulled into a flat line. So close to it, knot catching more with every thrust, almost too big to pull out. 

The smack of his hips against yours fill his ears, drowning out your pleading and keening. Seismic motions churning beneath the tile floor keep a steady pulse. The lewd squelch of your pussy nearly drives him mad—slick running down your thighs, pooling onto the floor beneath you, this place irrevocably changed because of your mating— 

If only you’d squirt on his dick too, he could die happy. Scream out alpha, alpha, alpha until you shudder and come.

And you do eventually—milk his dick filthy sweet and cling onto him for dear life, nails scoring red lines into the flesh of his back. His muscles bunching under your touch. 

“Fuck, doe,” Johnny chokes, near tears himself. His perfect girl coming all over his cock, eyes rolling back in your head like it’s never been like this for you before. “Tha’s right, tha’s right—such a good fuckin’ girl—oh, baby—”

You need him. No other alpha can take care of you he would. It’s not enough that he fuck you, not enough that he make you come, not enough that he see you through your next heat, he has to—

Take it all for himself, every last fuckin’ inch of you his.

He bears down on you, scooping his arms under your back until there’s no space between you, chests pressed together. 

His eyes zero in on it. The nodule of flesh at the crook of your neck. And his teeth itch like they’ve never itched before, too large for his mouth. 

“Alpha—” you sob, squirming in his hold. “Alpha—too tight—”

He can’t respond. Mouth full of drool and teeth, fucking you harder than you should be fucked, cockhead trying to kiss your cervix with every thrust. He’d crawl inside of you if he could. His thrusts only slow when his knot finally catches, the pressure making you sob when he tries to pull out and he can’t, stuck inside you. Lazy grinds of his hips now, getting as deep as possible. 

It’s a shock to his system so profound that he can’t stop shaking. His first knot—better than a ring, more binding than a marriage contract. The most basic, ancient covenant. Irrevocable. 

And—it feels—

Indescribable. His thoughts leak from his ears like tar. Eager, fevered. Eyes fixed on your mating gland, dropping his head to get a better view. Better up close, so close that his teeth graze it every time he pants, so sharp that one wrong move and they’ll slice right through, one twitch and it’s game over—

You mewl and arch your chest, inadvertently thrusting your neck up too, so his canine drags across your gland—

mine mine mine mine mine mine

The beast under his skin has a name and it’s—

mine mine mine mine mine mine

(and his teeth just slipped, he’ll say when you ask)

Ah dinnae mean tae, doe, honest—

But ah’ll take care of ye—

You’ll never understand it, but there’s a beast that lives under his skin and it—

—yearns, craves, hungers, howls like its belly is still empty even after all this time, constantly aching no matter how much it’s fed—

Sometimes Johnny wonders if it’s like this for other alphas. Whether they crave their mates with the same intensity, the same burning need smoldering in their veins. He asks Price once and gets an answer that neither confirms nor denies. 

All Johnny knows is that your legs shake when you follow him out of the gym, the employee behind the front desk not meeting his eyes. Better that he not. There’s still blood and come on his chin, his grey sweats stained at the crotch. You’re no better, shirtless under your puffy jacket, hat jammed on a bit too low on your head because he had to be the one to put you back together after taking you apart. 

And though he’s sheepish on the drive home—because what’s his is yours now, and what’s yours is his—your car still back in the parking lot until he can get someone to pick it up in the morning, he wears guilt like sheep’s clothing. It doesn’t fit quite right. 

“We’ll get ye a nice wedding gift tomorrow,” he placates when you huff, thumbing your swollen bottom lip at the next stoplight. It’s tempting to lean in and suck it into his mouth, even now. 

“I’m gonna max out your fucking credit cards,” you mumble, scowling at him. Still, you wrap your lips around his thumb when he slips it into your mouth. 

You cup your hand over your punctured mating gland in lieu of a bandage. 

Johnny cackles. Man plans and God laughs.

In the distance, thunder rumbles and your head turns towards the sound that only you and he can hear.

[demaparbat-hp]

Hiya!! 👋🏼😄 How's it going? Your fashion taste for Zuko in a Modern AU seems to be artsy, or maybe "formal" is the word. That shirt he wore when he gave Sokka romantic song advice looked Versace🧐. Anyway, I was wondering how you came up with it, he always struck me more as the type that didn´t care much about fashion, so I'm curious about other´s opinions and heacanons about it. And do you have any other fashion headcanons for the rest of the GAang? Also, their music tastes. How did you come up with them? Especially Katara's! 😍

Hello! As it happens, I have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings™ about this, so I'm leaving these over here, and the rest of my ramblings down below the cut!

Let us begin with the Gaang, shall we?

SUKI always struck me as that Pretty Girl from the Gym. She is so incredibly fit it isn't even funny. She could kick anyone's ass, and we'd all thank her. She has this casual gym style that somehow always looks glorious on her, as it should! Comfy yet fashionable clothes for a nice workout or a day in town.

Her music tastes are basically any and all power songs from the eighties and nineties. (Eye of the Tiger, anyone?) She also enjoys metal via Toph, and bands like BSB, NSYNC, or Boyz II Men with Katara. My girl has a very eclectic Playlist and we all love her for it.

SOKKA is That Guy™. Loose T-shirts and shorts everywhere he goes, no matter the weather. He's stupidly into fashion but it doesn't show! At all! And everyone teases him about it. His closet is about 90% Cactus Juice merchandise, hence the "it's the quenchiest!" shirt.

His fashion and music tastes are pretty much the same. He loves poetry but isn't really into lyrics. He'll misinterpret just about anything you place in front of him. His Playlist is mostly vibes and tiktok songs he kind of enjoys. He isn't really into music...at least not as much as his sister.

AANG owns exactly one hoodie, one pair of shorts, and one beanie (THE beanie). Oh, and the crocs—don't forget the crocs. Somehow, he's always wearing the exact same outfit. Every. Single. Day. Ancient Gaang lore suggests that the day Aang goes out without his beanie, it's the end of the world.

His Playlist is the poppiest, most bizarre thing ever. Every single song is Happy by Pharrell Williams levels of happy. Yet sometimes, among the bouncy dance-to songs, you'll find the strangest of things... (He does know what Good Day by Twenty One Pilots is about. That's the reason he likes it so much, actually. And it's so weird.)

KATARA is all about sundresses and loose pants. The epitome of comfortable loveliness. Light fabrics in blue shades, careful embroidery, delicate shoes, and little to no accessories—hers is a simple, yet quite adorable, style. She just needs to add more colors to her usual palette...

She is, first and foremost, a Florence + The Machine girl. It's the Dark Goddess of the Sea vibes, to be honest. Florence Welch is her idol and yes, she will fight you about lyrics interpretation, and win. It may not seem like it, but her music tastes are also very varied.

She draws a little from each member of the Gaang, so you'll hear her humming along to Gorillaz (where did you even find out about them, Aang?), The Weeknd (I...don't think this song means what you think it means, Sokka...), and Hozier (Zuko why did you dedicate Talk to me, Zuko WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT).

TOPH...ah, lovely girl. I'll summarise everything about Toph’s fashion sense in two words: comfort and rebellion. Stuffy dresses forced on her by billionaire parents? No thank you! Give her tank tops with loose shirts and short pants. Bandaids shared with Aang, bracelets from Katara, and even piercings she got in tandem with Sokka. Shoes? What even is that?

Something I love about this fandom is our collective agreement that Toph is into the dirtiest, heaviest, most ear-splitting and soul-crushing death metal of all times. Her Playlist is full of the most obscure names to ever exist, and she can and will blast through your walls with the sheer volume of her speaker.

Zuko. ZUKO.

Even in a modern AU my boy must suffer. That being said, I envision Tales from the Couch as—well, exactly what it is: an ATLA modern AU. While there is not a war to fight, and a lot of plot lines are discarded or expanded upon, much about the core story remains the same.

This is my way of saying that Zuko still goes trough his redemption arc, and it reflects on his fashion choices.

The way you described it works perfectly because of one single reason: in this AU, Zuko is an artist. He had to suppress his love for writing and drawing because of his background and the expectations Ozai had for him (taking over the family company), and a very large part of his redemption arc directly affects his relationship with art.

In the Couch equivalent of S1, Zuko has fallen out of Ozai's graces, and is desperate to protect his place in the company and the Kasai household. He's pretending to be someone he isn't and trying to live up to his Father's image of a perfect heir while still being somewhat cut-off financially, and it shows.

He's all about imposing long coats and a semi-formal style, imitating what he knows Azula and Father would respect. He's striking and sharp and dark. But no matter how he dresses or carries himself (that air of cold superiority and arrogance)—it won't help him when he needs it the most.

In S2, Zuko has hit his lowest point. He's officially disinherited and tossed away by his father, and would be out in the streets if it wasn't for Uncle Iroh. He goes from sharp, high-tailored outfits to old second-hand clothes that hang loosely on his frame. He starts smoking and cuts his hair off, forgoing the undercut for the first time in years.

But then...Father accepts him back. When Zuko returns home, it's with respect to his name and a very high position in his father's company. He's finally the perfect Kasai heir, dressed in overly expensive suits and finery, even at home... But Father forbids him from wearing Lu Ten's earring, and Zuko can no longer recognize himself without the familiar glint of gold dancing on his peripheral vision.

When Zuko leaves the Kasai name behind him and goes back to living with Uncle Iroh...he's finally at peace with who he is, and what he wants in this life. The sharp edges aren't gone (they'll always be a part of him, after all), but now they're dulled by looser clothes and softer hairstyles.

He's an artist, and for once in his life, he is determined to pursue his own ambitions. Zuko's outfits may not be designer-made anymore, but he takes what he has and makes himself look like he wants to look, like the person he wants to be.

He doesn't read fashion magazines or keeps up to the latest trends like Azula does. He's just...Zuko. And his newfound confidence makes everything he wears look like it belongs on him.

As for music...well, Ursa raised a literature boy.

He loves lyric-heavy music and natural voices, be they soothing or powerful. Dissecting song meanings and possible interpretations with Katara is one of his favorite parts of the day. They're both very passionate and strong-minded individuals, so it stands to reason that their debates can get quite...heated.

Zuko's Playlist is both incredibly eclectic and somehow very...him. There's a common thread that binds together every song and artist he likes, and he's hilariously unaware of this. To take a look into his Playlist is a higher honor reserved only for those closest to him.

In the wide spectrum of things, it is no wonder that Zuko is, first and foremost, a Hozier man. But though Andrew is his God in all aspects of this life, there's someone else that has had a huge impact on him...

Two someones, actually.

Zuko refuses to tell anyone how he got into Twenty One Pilots, but it's kind of a moot point when the beginning of his obsession is nothing compared to everything that came after. They have just about the right amount of everything that makes Zuko...well, Zuko. The poetic lyrics, the soothing or raging music, the heavy, intensely resonant themes...

Up there, in the second artwork, I placed an album cover behind each period of Zuko's life. The election of these records is intentional, as I feel like their general themes work incredibly well with Zuko's arc and growth.

Blurryface in S1. For the demons within us. For giving a name to our fears and shame.

Trench in S2. For escaping the confined walls of a depression city, and fighting to understand the depths of the map of your mind.

Scaled and Icy in the first half of S3. For returning to places you had left behind. For convincing yourself and everyone around you that you're fine, that you're perfect, even though everything is crumbling inside...

Clancy in S3. For recognizing that you can backslide, that you can have fears and shame and pain—but you're shaping yourself with each step you take. For knowing that seeking help from others is okay. Nobody learns to walk on their own.

(And, in the end, you'll always be better than the person you were yesterday. If only because you're still here. You're still alive. You're still yourself.)

.

Overall, I rambled a bit too much, don't you think?

If you made it all the way down here—thank you so much for reaching out and being interested in this crazy AU! I hope you enjoy these ideas and tell me some of your own ❤️

[damiansgoodgirll]

Hiiii!! I hope you’re doing amazing! I’m sorry you’re having a bit of writers block at the moment as I know how difficult that can be!! I saw you opened your requests to see if that would help so I figured I would request something!

Maybe Rhea x Reader, where Reader is also a wrestler and her aesthetic is super girly and cute and bubbly (kinda like Tiffany Stratton) and something about it just draws Rhea in. Like she tried to act like she hates it and doesn’t like Reader, but eventually she just can’t and caves to how adorable Reader is and it brings out Rhea’s sweet side! 🩷

rhea ripley x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️nothing major, rhea’s sexual thoughts tho…a lot of fluff and sweet moments, reader being a tease (let’s pretend rhea is still champion here) ‼️

heartbeat

rhea hated when someone tried to take her title away. but she hated even more when you became her main opponent for a title run.

you and the dark haired woman were completely the opposite. you were a face, she was a heel. you wore pink, she wore black. you were kind and loved backstage, she was a menace with anyone who dared to even look into her eyes.

she hated the idea of having to fight with you. she already handled a liv morgan, a tiffany stratton and now she had to face you.

she absolutely despised having you as her main opponent and no matter how many times she tried to resonate with adam, he said that you deserved that title run more than anyone. and she knew it too. she observed you. you were good, you were smart, you worked more on psychological fights than physical fights and for the first time, rhea was afraid.

you and her never really talked outside of the company. she wasn’t in your group and you weren’t in hers.

so the first time you got to share a few words was when you two had a promo and even if rhea looked so intimidating, you were ready for a challenge and you showed her who you really were.

“so you think you can take my title?” she shouted into the mic, staring at you. she looked for something that could have scared you away but she find nothing.

you simply laughed, taking a few steps forward her “i’m damn sure i can” you stated making the crowd cheer.

she was ready to reply back. she was so ready to put you in place but having you so close to her made her freeze. your vanilla scent intoxicating her. your challenging eyes never leaving her face. something about you made her even more interested into this feud. you made her heart beat fast and she couldn’t understand why.

“cat got your tongue, mami?” you teased her, hearing even more chants from the crowd.

“stay out of my way” she said coldly before dropping the mic to the ground and leaving the ring.

as days passed, rhea moved cautiously around you. observing you at the gym, observing the way your body moved inside the ring as you trained. she couldn’t help the filthy thoughts running in her head when she saw the sweat dripping down your body.

watching you fight other opponents and she hated admitting it but she found you extremely attractive. she never imagined herself being attracted by some barbie doll prototype but here she was.

you, flaunting your pink gear, your perfect make up and curled hair, ready to fight liv morgan - once again.

you knew it was going to be an easy match. you fought liv multiple times and you always won but somehow it didn’t go exactly as you planned. sure, you got your win but liv managed to injury you.

rhea watched all the match behind the scenes and a lump form in her throat.

how the heck did liv manage to injury you? she was supposed to keep you safe inside the ring just like you did with her and instead she fucked up and probably costed you a title run.

she should be happy that you weren’t her opponent any longer but she was actually looking for a chance to fight you.

you struggled walking back, helped by some trainers, they let you sit comfortably in the medical area as a doctor checked upon on you.

sprained ankle.

a couple of weeks of no fighting, no training at the gym and no title run opportunity. this was definitely not what you were expecting.

as you slowly walked back to the locker room, you were stopped by the infamous rhea ripley.

“hey…” she greeted you, making you look at her with a confused expression.

“i’m out of your way now, are you happy?” you sarcastically asked her but you saw how serious she was.

“no, not really…i was really looking forward to fight you, can’t believe im stuck again with that mid morgan girl” she said, clearly mad.

her words made you laugh “it won’t be for too long, give me a month to recover and then i’ll happily pin you down the floor” you teased, seeing her blush.

her strong facade fell when you talked dirty to her. she felt her cheeks burn but she tried to keep up with you “i can’t wait for that moment to come then…”

you were absolutely in for whatever rhea was trying to do with you “challenge accepted then, see you in a month” you winked but as soon as you tried to walk again, a sharp pain rang through your foot, making you flinch a little.

“hey, you okay?” rhea immediately asked when she saw the pain expression in your eyes.

“i have to get used to walk with just one foot” you laughed.

“here, let me help you…” her hand softly moved around your hip, helping you back to the locker room so you could gather your belongings and then go straight to the hotel. she walked slowly, never forcing you or your body.

“i didn’t know rhea was a kind one” you joked, making her laugh.

“i’m not. i never liked you y/n…this bubbly energetic person you are, i always hated it…too much pink, too much kindness” she whispered.

“why is it in the past?”

“because somehow your annoying personality caught my attention” she confessed, making you look at her with a teasing face.

“that’s good to keep in mind next time i’m facing you in the ring…” you said making her roll her eyes.

once you got to the locker room, rhea packed all of your stuff. your make up, your clothes, your perfume - the vanilla perfume - and she took the bag over her shoulder.

“do you need a ride to the hotel?” she offered and you couldn’t turn her offer down so you agreed.

as you were settled in her car, you found her to be a comforting presence. maybe she really wasn’t the mean one everyone talked about.

before you could speak, metal songs blasted through the speakers and it took you a couple of minutes to realise that you and rhea couldn’t be more different “do you really listen to that?” you asked, a little confused.

“yeah…it’s amazing” she happily said as she drove.

“it’s giving me a headache” you complained, making her roll her eyes for the second time that night.

“what do you listen uh? let me guess? taylor swift?” she said almost too annoyed.

“hey! she’s a good artist! and no, i listen other people too! i listen to people who actually make music and not scream into a microphone for three minutes straight” oh you were so in for a tease right now and seeing how she scrunched her nose made you feel like you were hitting the right buttons.

“let’s not start or i’ll drop you here in the middle of the road” she joked, clearly amused by the whole situation. you ended up sitting there and watching her driving fast around town.

she helped you with the bags and only left your hotel room once she made sure that you were okay. she even left you her phone number so you could call her in case something happened - as she said.

a week has passed and you couldn’t even lie to yourself - you were actually enjoying texting rhea and having random conversations in the middle of the night with her. you remember texting her once you got home and asked her if she wanted to come over as you were bored and reluctantly she accepted.

she would be lying to herself but you attracted her. you were like a magnet and she couldn’t get enough of you. she would help you any time you asked her.

randomly going through your tiktok, you heard the bell ringing and without thinking twice, you slowly got up and opened the door, finding an adorable rhea ripley with junk food in one hand and a pink fluffy blanket in the other.

you looked at her for a second, too stunned to speak.

“you letting me in or are we going to stare at each other all day long?” she asked, her usual sarcastic tone lingering with some sneaky jokes too.

“oh sorry, yeah, come in…i wasn’t expecting you with food and a pink blanket…i actually wasn’t expecting you at all” you joked, trying to ease the tension a little bit because you had no idea why was rhea in your living room now.

“i was at the supermarket and i had my day off, i saw the blanket and i thought you would like it…here” she handed you the blanket almost as she was annoyed by it, trying to maintain her dark and mean side but deep down you knew that she was a softie.

you gladly accepted the gift and invited her to sit on the couch with you “what about the food?” you teased her, seeing her rolling her eyes at any remark you made was now a habit.

“i was hungry and i thought you would like some food too…” she tried so hard not to go soft with you but your smile and bubbly personality were making it hard for her.

“rhea ripley thought of me? i feel honoured” you laughed making her giggle.

“shut up and eat while i pick a movie…” she stated as she started swiping movies catalogue on netflix.

she chose something fun, something romantic, knowing that it was your favourite genre of film.

“i’m pretty sure you’re studying me so in two weeks you know how to make me lose against you for the title run” you joked, making her laugh.

“honey, there’s no way you’re gonna beat my ass during that run, that’s my title and my title only but i’ll happily pin you down” she turned her face to you, a sneaky smirk on her face as her mind fantasised about the idea of having to pin you down, under her body.

“you so sure about that ripley?” you tested her “what if i am the one to pin you down?

rhea wouldn’t mind having you over her to be honest. in any other situation she would have let you being in charge but not when there was her title on the line.

“we will see in a couple of weeks” she winked “now watch the movie before i put some freaky horror on” she teased you knowing how much you hated horror movies.

“okay mami” you whispered making her roll her eyes - again. you displayed the pink blanket over your body and over rhea’s body too “before you say anything, it’s cold outside and i don’t wanna hear you complain for the next two hours” but rhea definitely wasn’t going to complain. she never had you so close, your body was like a magnet and was so close to hers that it was enough to keep her warm. your head softly laid over her shoulder and even if you couldn’t see her, you felt her body relax against you.

maybe she was going to pin you in the ring but you knew who was really in charge outside of the company and seeing her so calm and relaxed in your presence made you feel something different about your friendship, as if there was something more but you couldn’t really point it out.

spending the rest of the night in each other’s company, joking and laughing about the smallest things.

as the second movie of the night ended, you really needed to stretch yourself out as you grew a little uncomfortable sitting for almost four hours in the same position. she helped you standing up and you slowly tested the water, instead of putting your hands around her shoulders as you always did, you put them around her waist.

the height difference between you two was pretty obvious but that didn’t stop you to have your way with her “i have a feeling you feel something for me” you teased her watching her in her eyes.

“i don’t know what you are talking about…” she tried so hard to maintain her composure but she was struggling, especially when she had you so close.

“so what if i asked you to kiss me? would you back up?” you always been a tease but this was something else even for you.

“no…” she whispered, her eyes softly looking down at you.

before she could make any move, you kissed her. your lips meeting her soft ones, a smile pressed on her face as you kept kissing her “i’m definitely gonna pin you rhea” you whispered, making her chuckle.

“keep dreaming barbie” as she grew more comfortable, her hand moved behind your back and pressed you against her body “remember, it’s always monday night mami…” her devious look was back as if you helped her gain her confidence back around you.

“you know…i’m always in for a challenge…”

yeah, maybe she was the rhea ripley but you knew how good you were and being able to tease her and make her so flustered around you was definitely a weapon in your sleeve.

“we will see pretty girl…” falling in love with the enemy wasn’t definitely her plan but somehow you managed to make her heart beat faster anytime you were close and now she felt like she couldn’t get enough of you.

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i’m receiving a few requests and i’m trying to overcome my writer block 🤞🏼🩷 thank you for your patience and kind words 🩷🩷

[yandere-daydreams]

exhibit #4 - tickling.

an installment of the freak shit march gallery showcase.

pairing: yandere!dick grayson x reader (dc).

length: 1.6k.

warnings: non/con touching, mentions of kidnapping, explicit disregard of consent, tickling, prolonged captivity, and obsessive/delusional behavior. dead dove: do not eat.

You weren’t entirely sure how you ended up in this position.

Being held in an underground facility for an indeterminable amount of time, you were starting to grapple with. It helped to think of it as a kind of witness protection program – the city’s ever-expanding network of criminals wanted you dead and buried, Gotham’s most prolific gang of vigilantes wanted you alive and able to provide testimony at an upcoming trial, and the best place to keep you in the meantime was one of the many tucked-away safe-havens they apparently had, where only the damp chill and occasional lost sewer rat would be able to find you. It wasn’t that bad. Your temporary living space was more similar to a high-end apartment than a war bunker, and someone was almost always around to keep you company (even if you could survive without the taller, angsty-er Robin’s board games).  If there’d been a few more windows, you might’ve been able to get used to it. You were still looking forward to getting home, of course, but you knew why you were here.

How you’d ended up tucked against Nightwing’s chest, his arms locked around your midriff and his face buried in the back of your shoulder was… less comprehensible.

‘Bonding time’, he called it. There was a movie playing in the background – some b-rated flick meant to make you scream and flinch and melt further into him – and he’d cornered you in the bedroom, insisted that both of you would be more than comfortable on your twin-sized mattress. Of all the bats, he was the most determined to treat you more like a little sibling than an endangered civilian. Part of it (most of it, even) was guilt. He’d been the one to find you in the back of that big, white van; the one to suggest putting you into hiding to the others. Of course he wanted to make you feel comfortable. If you didn’t, he would be the reason why.

You just wished his bids for your forgiveness were a little less tactile.

The leading lady let out a cartoonishly high-pitched scream as the killer’s axe broke through the ridiculously thin door of her bathroom, and you felt Nightwing’s hand flatten against your stomach, prepared for you to startle and shrink, ready to draw you closer at the first sign of a reaction. It took everything you had not to roll your eyes. A shirt that read ‘Sorry I got you sort of kidnapped, please tell me I’m a good hero!’ would’ve been more subtle.

Sighing, you started to push yourself up. He was quick to stop you, of course, drawing back without loosening his grip. “Going somewhere?”

“Mhm. I just need to—” A half-eaten bowl of popcorn sat on your bedside table, an untouched glass of water next to it. You could say you needed to use the bathroom, but you’d already used that excuse, too. Less than ten minutes ago, in fact. “—stretch my legs. I’ll be back in a second.”

He hummed, one of his hands falling to your side, where your oversized shirt had ridden up to expose skin. “If you’re feeling restless, you can say so. I’ll talk to B about moving some gym equipment in – let you burn off some steam while I’m gone.” He paused, laughed. “Or I could be your personal trainer. Promise I’ll go easy on you n’ everything.”

Your tense smile faltered. Great.Then he’d have yet another reason to put his hands on you. “Mr. Nightwing, sir, I’m really just—”

“I’ve told you,” he cut in, tone light and saccharine and so incredibly grating. “You can call me Dick.”

“I really don’t think I should know your real—”

“I don’t mind. It’s only fair, since I know yours.”

“That’s different.” It really wasn’t. You hadn’t wanted him to know yours, either. “I’m sorry, but I really just need a couple of minutes to—”

Again, you tried to pull away, and again, he stopped you. This time, though, the effort was hasty, sloppy, and his fingertips brushed against the tender skin just above your hip in just the wrong way. Before you could swallow it back, an airy giggling slipped past your lips – more reflex than anything. Immediately, you stopped moving, and Dick did the same – his hand clamping down around your waist.

You tried to speak, but he was faster, his delight blatant enough to be audible. “You’re ticklish?”

“I’m not.” And then, more defensively, “It hurts and I hate it.”

He didn’t respond, but he didn’t let you go, either. His hold on you shifted, one arm wrapping around your diaphragm while skirting his freehand along your lower stomach, his touch nearly too light to be felt. Your reaction was instantaneous, humiliatingly so. A crooked smile, a fractured laugh followed shortly by an awkward, painful wheezing sound. You threw your elbow into his chest, but he ignored you, only nuzzling into the nape of your neck. “Yeah, I can tell how much you hate it.”

He was practically dripping with that self-congratulatory, faux-sympathetic confidence. You grit your teeth, biting back a comment about Gotham’s heroes and their faulty sense of mortality, but it was a waste of breath. He was already moving onto his next target – the inside of your thighs, clamped shut as soon as his hand started veering in that direction. That didn’t matter. All it took was the pads of his fingertips grazing over that hyper-sensitive junction for you to lose your composure, kicking out blindly as you coughed up a sound that swung closer to death gasps than laughter.

Dick didn’t seem to mind. When he laughed, it was light, chiming, genuine. He propped his chin on your shoulder, watching your expression as his hands moved over your stomach, your sides, your midriff. “It’s cute,” he muttered, only half-focused on what he was saying. Most of his attention was dedicated to touching you, tickling you, making sure you didn’t have time to breath in-between thrashing fits – let alone resist. “And it’s good to see you lighten up. I don’t think you’ve smiled since the day we met.” Your recollection was swift, spotty. Darkness, adrenaline, terror, and then, relief, light, a smiling face. You couldn’t remember anything beyond that, not beyond what’d been told to you later on. You couldn’t remember whether you’d been happy to find yourself in Dick’s arms, or devastated that you were still being held at all. “You could afford to let your guard down a little, you know. It’s not like any bad guys are gonna be able to find you here – not with me looking out for you.”

 “I don’t—” It was awful, not being able to spit out a coherent string of words without your own dysfunctional body cutting you off. It was awful, knowing he wouldn’t listen even if you could. “I’m not afraid of any—”

“Of course you aren’t. Not when I’m here to keep you safe.” His voice had taken on a strange drawl, blurring around the edges. You felt him shift against your back, his hands leaving your body for one merciful second before finding your shoulders and jerking you onto your back, the motion forceful enough to knock the air out of your lungs. You were never going to get used to it; the freakish strength, the inhuman speed, the bizarre flexibility that meant he was on top of you long before you’d had the chance to catch your breath. His knees dug into the mattress on either side of your waist, his hips slotted against yours. Against your will, you felt something stiff and warm press into your lower stomach, and choose not to put a name to it.

Your chest throbbed, like it was at risk of splitting open. Your body ached, too little oxygen in too many placed, and it took you seconds to remember how to make any sound other than short, pitchy whines. Dick took it all in from above, only partially cast in shadow. Unlike the others, he never wore his mask around you – something about ‘letting his guard down’ or ‘proving you can trust him’, you were sure. Still, you wished he cared more about his secret identity. Even blank anonymity would’ve been better than being able to make out the deep, scarlet blush spread over his cheeks as he loomed over you, to recognize the raggedness of his own breathing and force yourself not to acknowledge why he seemed so strained.

“You’re not smiling.” It was true. You weren’t. Your expression had fallen into a distinct, pathetic grimace – only a touch less strained than the alternative. “Are you going to fix that, or do you need my help?”

In your own defense, you tried. You did your best to force it, to contort your lips into something that could pass for an easy smile, but whatever mangled offering you managed to pull together wasn’t up to Dick’s standards. He sighed, bowing his head and raising his hands. For a brief, terrible second, you pictured his fingers curled around your throat, your body convulsing as you suffocated, but his intentions were elsewhere. The hem of your shirt was caught and drawn up to your chin, far past anything that could ever be considered appropriate. You felt his fingertips drag over the curve of your rip cage once, twice before it kicked in – a searing, full-body laugh tearing out of your chest while you thrashed, your back arching and your hips inadvertently crashing against his. Immediately, Dick buckled – falling against you, hiding his face in your shirt. A second later, you felt something damp start to soak into your shorts, so hot it could’ve burnt.

The minutes passed, but Dick didn’t move, content to keep his body pressed into yours. Teary-eyed and dizzy, you let your head roll to the side, staring blankly at the television just as the credits started to roll.

At least he couldn’t keep you here forever, right?

[martian-astro10]

Solar return observations - part 6

Sun in 10th house indicates that you'll be very focused on your career this year. You could also start looking for a job, do your first internship, choose your major, apply for a master's or a PhD, basically anything that acts as a stepping stone in your career progression. Look at the aspects to see whether that process will be easy or difficult.

Jupiter in 1st, especially conjunct ascendant is the REAL glow up placement. This is the year in which your talents will be more visible to others. Check where Jupiter is in the natal chart to know where you'll feel lucky. For ex- if Jupiter is in the 5th house in the birth chart, then you may find yourself going on dates, partying more than before and taking more risks.

Gemini ascendant... this shit is so good, better than leo fr. You will express more of your extroverted side this year, this will happen even if you're the shyest person EVER. Talking to people, networking, posting more on social media, and just putting yourself out there will be the highlight of the year. You will also have an easier time making friends and people may think you're funny and charming.

Moon in 4th, in my opinion, is a stronger indication of getting married than any other placement, a lot of people around me are planning to get married this year and almost all of them have their moon in 4th. This shows a focus on family, you will want to spend more time with them and rebuild your connection. Any major fights that may have happened previously will be resolved.

Neptune in 10th can be a difficult year when it comes to choosing a path, you may have many options or none at all. This can indicate either over or underestimating your abilities. You should be really careful when choosing a job as career exploitation is something that I've often seen with this (Happened to me as well). If you're confused between options then try a little bit of everything before making the final decision.

Jupiter in retrograde motion brings good results with the speed of a fucking sloth, I kinda hate it. If it's in the 11th, you will get everything that you wish for, but just 10 days before your next birthday. If it's in the 9th, you may get that acceptance letter 5 days before the session starts, very "things happen at the end moment" placement.

Do not make travel plans when chiron is in the 9th house, they will almost always end up getting cancelled. I missed so many flights the year I had this. One of my friends who travels a lot for her job could not do so in the year she had this, like, a fucking war, a pandemic, tsunami, you name it, she faced it. Even if you do somehow manage to overcome all the obstacles and reach the destination....bad experience, you'll start hating the place.

Saturn in 6th can be such a sexy placement when accompanied by positive aspects. Slay in your career ✅, slay health ✅, finally putting that gym membership to use ✅, getting your life together ✅. I have literally seen people do a complete 180 the year they had this. Routine isn't boring, it's peaceful.

Mars in cancer and constantly sustaining physical injuries 😭😭, bro, LISTEN, I fell from my cycle and then this fucking car HIT me, and then I had to get fucking hospitalised AND GO TO OFFICE THE NEXT DAY, istg, I'm about to kill myself. I'm covered in bruises. If you have this, wear a space suit at all times, I.AM.NOT.JOKING.

Mercury in 11th is such an underrated placement, it brings good results in so many areas; education, friendships, networking. The connections that you make throughout the year will help you achieve your goals the next year, from what I have seen. If it's making mostly positive aspects then you will be in the spotlight this year.

Divider by @strangergraphics

© martian-astro10 All rights reserved, 2025

[yailtsv]

Jealous Jealous Girl (smut version)

💌 Syn: a guy flirts with you at their game against st.john’s and they do not like that

»»— warnings: poly, smut, 18+

»»— notes: per request 😅 pls lmk how this is 🙏

»»— word count: 2.6k

»»— pair: pazzi x gf!reader

"Do you know where my mascara is?" You ask your roommate after you have already done everything else makeup wise

"Yeah, here" she says walking into your room and handing it to you "thank you" you say taking it from her

"Mhm, you almost ready? Jackson's gonna come over once you leave." She tells you, mentioning her boyfriend "Do I need to stay with Paige and Azzi tonight?"

"Um yeah if you don't mind" she says sheepishly with a red face making you giggle "alright let me talk to them and pack a bag" you respond back making her nod and walk out of your room

                                    Hey, can I stay the night at

                                        one of your guy's dorms?

D1 yapper 👅🗣️

Yeah, we were already gonna ask if you wanted to come over after the game. Jana and Allie are planning on going to Teds with a few of the girls, so we're gonna hang out at my dorm.

Is there something wrong though?

                                 No. Jamie's gonna have her

                           boyfriend over and I would like

                          to get some sleep tonight sooo...

D1 yapper 👅🗣️

🤣🤣 What makes you think you're getting sleep with us?

                                                   Ummmm....😧😧

my princess👸🏽

Don't break her before we can even see her today Paige.

D1 yapper 👅🗣️

What did I do? 😐 why can't I flirt with our girl 😩

my princess 👸🏽

Maybe because everytime you flirt with her she becomes a red faced stuttering mess, and she still has to make it inside Carnesecca Arena, and walk past all of the fans that are probably gonna ask for pictures.

                                    Umm should I just...leave

                                             this conversation 😃

D1 yapper 👅🗣️

Nope. When will you get to New York?

                              Im just now leaving my dorm

              so it'll be a little bit. Is there some place

                                             you want to meet up?

my princess 👸🏽

Wait outside the locker room when you get here

Read at 3:30pm by you &, D1 yapper 👅🗣️

Putting your phone down you go and grab your shoes putting them on, before grabbing everything you would need to stay the night with your girlfriends and walked out the door and to your car - driving to Carnesecca Arena

While walking in to Carnesecca, Azzi was right and you did have to stop a few times to take pictures with fans but eventually you made your way to the locker room and waited outside like you were told.

After around 10 minutes of scrolling on your phone you heard two voices that you knew extremely well, walking towards the locker room door.

"Hi baby" Azzi says walking out of the locker room and immediately pulling you into a hug once she saw you

"Hi Az, Hi P" you say giving both of them a hug and a kiss "how's your day been?" Azzi asks twirling a strand of your hair around her finger while Paige still has her arms wrapped around your waist

"Good i ran some errands and did some homework. How was your guys days?" You ask as Paige bends her head down and starts kissing down your neck

"Fine we just went to the gym, had practice and relaxed until game time" Azzi says with both you and her completely ignoring Paige and her kissing

After a little bit of talking with them and or their teammates, it was time for you to go to your seat and for the girls to go warm up.

A little bit after the game started a guy sat next to you "is this seat taken?" He asked literally after he already sat down

"Um no?" You say skeptically making him smile at you and look like he's about to say something but you turn your head and look back at the court to see Paige staring at you with an expression that you can't place.

Once you and Paige made eye contact, she kept it until you looked away nervously from the intense contact, making her look over to Azzi and signal her to look at you - seeing exactly what Paige saw which was you talking to a guy that checked you out everytime you looked away- actually no, he didn't stop checking you out since he saw you in the gym doorway and decided that he was gonna sit next to you.

"You know two of the uconn players are staring at you right?" he asked while shoving popcorn into his mouth "yup, i see them" you say pulling out your phone and acting like your busy "Do you know them?" He says not getting the hint that you don't want to talk to him "Yeah" you say in a monotone voice

"How?" He asks but gets ignored as you pretended you didn't hear him, and then Azzi shot a three pointer making you and everyone stand up and cheer

Once you sat back down you stayed looking at the court following your team up and down the court with your eyes, Paige and Azzi have been out for the last 4 minutes taking a break - through those 4 minutes they were staring hard at you and the guy next to you

"So how do you know the team?" he asks again rubbing his finger on your thigh to get your attention. You move your thigh away from his fingers but don't turn your head to look at him - still watching the teams run back and forth "They're my friends" you mumble out to him, not really wanting to talk to him at all but also being weary on what you say to the man as you don't want him to cause a scene

"How'd you meet them? Can you get me their autograph babe? He asks putting his hand directly on your thigh not moving it when you try to push it off "We go to the same school and I'll try but I can't promise anything, they're gonna be really tired after the game" you say completely lying about the trying to get their autograph part - Luckily Sarah gets another three making the perfect conversation stopper

From the UConn bench it looks like your talking to the guy willingly, he is so very obviously flirting and checking you out, your also avoiding eye contact with Paige and Azzi, and they can see his arm is reached out resting on your thigh. What they can't see from the bench + you being in the middle of a section far from the UConn bench is the discomfort on your face, the way your moving your thigh and trying to get his hand off, the way your avoiding eye contact with him purposely and only focusing on the court.

"Take a picture it'll last longer" Jana teases Paige and Azzi from the bench making both of them take their eyes off of you and turn to Jana glaring at her

"What? You both are over here staring at her like she's prey and you're the predator. She loves both of you, stop being jealous." Jana tells them before looking back towards the court.

Paige and Azzi turn their heads to look at each other, communicating through their eyes before Geno tells them he's subbing them back into the game.

After the game and line up all the fans started making their way out except for you and now your shadow "hey, let's go get coffee or somethin. On me." He says putting his hand on the small of your back

"Actually that's not gonna happen." Paige says coming from behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist pulling you into her chest and away from the guy. Azzi standing right beside her.

"Oh wait Paige, Azzi yooo you guys played awesome tonight." He said holding his hand out to dap them up

Paige and Azzi both just looked at his hand then to his face making him realize they're not gonna shake his hand, and he slowly puts his hand down

"Oh um alright. Well if you don't mind I'm trying to ask this pretty girl out" he said trying to get Paige and Azzi to leave

"Actually we do mind" Azzi says sassily "she's our girlfriend, she's not available for you" Paige cuts in pulling you into her more

"Oh uhhh" the guy kinda has a shocked face not really knowing what to say or do "if YOU don't mind, we're gonna go and spend time with OUR girlfriend." Paige says with her voice dripping in jealousy

Her nor Azzi gave him a chance to say anything more and just turned around guiding you in front of them, leaving the guy just standing there with his jaw dropped.

—

Paige and Azzi haven't said anything since you guys left that guy on the stairs. They guided you to the locker room and to the car all in silence - the 2 1/2 hour car ride home was also silent.

Right when you guys reached the dormitory and made your way to Paige's, Paige pushed you into the dorm with her and Azzi following you into the room. Paige leans over Azzi to shut and lock the door before turning around and looking you in the eye "Go to my bedroom, strip, and wait on the bed" Paige demands making you look at both of them and then slowly walk to her bedroom, already knowing how the nights gonna go

“paige” you moan out as she flicks her tongue on your clit more

azzi laying beside you kissing and sucking all on your neck and chest, with both working together to make it harder to stay quiet like you were ordered to

paige eases up once she hears you moan, and smacks your thigh - obviously not hard enough to hurt you but enough to leave a small red spot, only making you moan again “didn’t we tell you to be quiet? you just can’t listen can you?” you only whimper in response making both of the two older girls share a look

“get on your hands and knees.” paige ordered out while azzi got off the bed walking somewhere else in the room

you do as your told and hear very low mumbling behind you, before paige sits in front of you with her legs wide open, signaling for you to eat her,

—and you do exactly that. leaning your head down to bring her clit into your mouth and sucking on it, you were so occupied with paige, that you forgot that azzi’s not on the bed until you feel her behind you

—with the strap

she doesn’t talk and instead just runs her fingers through your folds to see if your wet enough to take her, only to be pleased when she feels how soaked you are still

“already came 3 times and you’re still soaked?” azzi says teasingly, with you moaning into paige in response

“fuckk” paige moans out feeling the vibration of your moan on her. she puts her hands in your hair, pulling you closer to her “keep going baby…fuck-you’re doing so good for me”

you just hum in response that leads to a gasp, as azzi thrusts hard into you

“nu-uh baby, keep eating paige or i’ll stop.” azzi says seeing that your mouth is still open from your gasp

paige grabs your hair and pushes your head back into her cunt, and with azzi thrusting so deeply, all of your moans are going right to paige’s pussy, only pushing her closer to the edge

“fuuck there we go baby-“ paige breaths out, starting to grind her cunt onto your face, “i’m so close” she moans again

“fuckfuckfuck- i’m gonna-“ paige moans out again as she cums on your face. you still lapping her up but also still getting absolutely destroyed by azzi,

“see? you can be good” azzi said in a amused voice, watching paige move from in front of you, to lay beside you, leaving this next part to azzi.

once your not occupied by eating paige out anymore azzi speeds up a lot, her front banging into your backside. all you can do is grip the sheets and let out silent screams of pleasure

“did you like talking to that guy? hmm? you wanna be fucked by him instead?” azzi says pretty much just working herself up, making her thrust harder

you cry out in response, feeling like you can feel azzi in your stomach “cmon you were doing so good, don’t stop now, answer her.” paige says while pushing your hair that was stuck on your face because of the sweat and tears - behind your ear

“noo-“ you cry out, answering azzi but they both thought you were saying no to paige. azzi still thrusting into you, smacks your ass “don’t tell paige no babe, and answer the question.” azzi says groaning out, fully believing that she can feel you clenching around her - even though the straps not actually apart of her

you sob out before saying “no i don’t want him”

“are you sure? you looked pretty interested..” paige says teasingly, before moving her hand under you to circle your clit

you just moan into the sheets as a response, feeling so so fucked out.

“you close baby?—fuck i’m gonna cum,” azzi moans, you nod your head in response “cum for me baby, fuckk” azzi says with her hips slowing down some

you do as your told and cum all over her strap, her following behind, cumming on her vibrator.

—

you, paige, and azzi had just gotten out of the shower, —they obviously had to help you in and out as your legs are still shaking, but they had no problem with that

paige got out first drying and getting dressed, before helping you out

—and although you didn’t need it, she helps you dry off and put your clothes on too.

also helping put lotion on, and gently brushing your hair as you do your skincare, and azzi gets dressed.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you guys jealous. i tried to tell him i wasn’t interested.” you say after a few moments of silence

“it’s ok. we overreacted. we’re the ones that are sorry.” azzi says gently rubbing circles on your wrist with her thumb “how bout i braid your hair?” azzi says lifting an eyebrow at you

you nod in response letting her and paige walk you to the bedroom again, “sit, i’ll be back” azzi says pointing to the bed

you do as told, obviously, sitting down on the bed, paige then moves so she’s laying down in front of you, and puts her head in your lap and wraps her arms around your waist

“you’re so beautiful, you know that?” paige says staring up at you, you giggle running your fingers through her wet hair “you’ve told me a few times,” you reply teasingly

“damn only a few times? i need to step up my game.” paige plays along, you just giggle in response “what are you two doing in here?” azzi asks walking back in only to see paige with a wide grin, watching you giggle at whatever she just said

“she said i only told her she’s beautiful a few times,” paige responded, azzi immediately catching on and deciding to play along “hmm then you should get on my level. i tell her she’s beautiful everyday.”

paige just gasps dramatically watching azzi move to sit behind you, and start separating your hair

you just laugh at the playful banter your two girlfriends are doing, knowing they’re doing it on purpose to make you laugh.

and while the interaction with the guy sucked and was weird, right now, life was amazing.

you had one girlfriend braiding your hair, and the other laying her head in your lap gently massaging your hips or rubbing the side of your thighs, all while watching your comfort show with your comfort people.

🏷️ @melpthatsme @rebecca-woso @authentic-girl03 @souplored @evry1luvzzae @bethsleftnip @paigeluvvr @dopeeaglequeen

and thank you to @bethsleftnip for helping me with this 🫶

[dilfstarr]

Toji x black fem reader

a/n: toji and kid megumi fics are dear to my heart. i had like three different prompts and i put them into one. ive been getting so much love on my work and its making me all mushy inside. thank yall so much— might drop a tear :,)

꩜ warnings: implied age gap(toji turned forty/reader is in late twenties), megumi is four, reader is megumi’s bio mother, toji at a cookout?!, fluff, lovey dovey shiii, smut smut smut!, accidentally taking a viagra, masturbation, side missionary?, backshots from hell, rough!toji, mean!toji, dom!toji/sub!reader, spit play, face slapping, hair pulling, thumb in bootay, implied marathons, Toji is all around disgusting.

“How’s Megumi?”

“Good. Quiet.”

“Ol’ lady still treating him like a newborn?”

“Yup.” He replied, popping the p at the end of the word.

There was a comforting silence between them as they both gazed down at the city beneath them. Abruptly, Shiu snapped his fingers before digging in his suit pocket.

“Oh before I forget, happy birthday Zenin.”

A pill bottle, topped with a red bow, rattled like maracas in his grasp before he passed it off.

“The fuck is this?”

SUPER LONG LASTING read back at him as he twirled the blue bottle between his fingers.

“You’re gettin’ old. It’s about that time where you have those… problems.” Shiu chuckled before taking a drag of his smoke.

“Really?” He questioned looking over at his friend, cracking a smirk, “Your wife didn’t have any complaints this mornin’.”

He was so tickled by his own joke, he could barely finish his sentence without laughing. His friend, on the other hand, didn’t think the joke was funny at all—grumbling something incoherent, flicking the smoke at him.

Toji knew he didn’t need no damn enhancement pills, you damn sure knew it—hell, from the shared vacation you took with Shiu and his wife last year, they knew. Shiu mistakenly booked a room with an adjoined suit instead of two separate rooms. The door separating them from y’all was located in their bedroom—coincidentally, that’s where yours was located as well. He couldn’t look you in the eyes for months.

It wasn’t every day he got a gift from his friend, let alone a gag gift, so he kept it. He stuffed the bottle in the side pocket of his gym bag, ultimately forgetting about it.

✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿

“Make sure you grab sunscreen, I don’t want my son walkin’ around lookin’ like a tomato.”

“Got it.”

“Oh! Make sure to pack extra clothes in case he gets dirty or somethin’.”

“Got it.”

“Should we bring his tablet?” You questioned, holding up his green iPad.

“Nah, other kids will be there. He’ll be good.”

“I know, but-”

The call of your name was flat and stern. “He’s going to be with his family baby, I promise he’ll be good. Now take seat before you start stressin’ me out.”

You sigh—walking defeatedly to the bed, next to where Toji was overpacking Megumi’s Tony Tony Chopper book bag. Plopping down on the bed, you throw the tablet on the pillows.

“Nuh uh. Get that shit off the pillowcase. We don’t know where that tablet been.”

“My bad.” You pick it back up the device and place it on your nightstand.

Your face contorts as your lost in thought. Your husband instantly knows something is going on.

“You okay baby? Need some dick before we go?”

“As much as I want to say yes, it would make us late nd’ I don’t want to hear it.” He chuckled, zipping up the book bag, placing it on the ground. The bed dips when he sits next to you, causing your body to sway gently. He pat his jean covered thigh twice before he spoke.

“Come to daddy, baby.”

You couldn’t hide your grin even if you tried. His lap was always inviting—your second place to sit. As soon as you got comfortable on his lap, his muscular arms wrapped around your torso from behind as he pecked along your exposed shoulder.

“Talk to me wife.”

You sighed deeply before replying, “I think I’m just nervous about Megumi meet my whole family. They can be a handful at times and I don’t want to…overwhelm him you know?”

He hummed at your words, taking a minute to respond—picking his words carefully.

“Megumi is growing up. He’s going to be exposed to all different kinds of people. Our job is to teach him to accept and not shield. Not saying we shouldn’t overlook him completely but let him…. Explore. Does that make sense?”

“…” He shifts your body to the side so he has access to your face.

“I’m basically telling you that Megumi will be fine” smooch “there is nothin’ to worry about” smooch “and we should get goin’ before we be late.” smooch

He lifts you to your feet by your waist. You stretch, reaching up for the ceiling. Turning around you see Toji holding his hand out, silently asking you to help him up. You chuckle, grabbing his one hand with your two.

“C’mon old man.”

He groaned when he stood up straight, “Yea, this old man will fuck you up.”

“Mmm I know it.” You purr. Your hands slide up him arms slowly—seductively, before finding comfort around his neck.

“You tryin’ to start some’?”

“Maybe.”

The kiss was long overdue. He pulled you closer to his hard body so he could get a better grip on that ass. Ever since you had your son, he couldn’t get enough of you—everything was so full. As he palmed your bottom, his kisses became hungrier and sloppier. He nibbled on your bottom lip, sucked on your tongue—anything he could do to express his love.

Three quiet knocks interrupted your make out session. Toji reluctantly slid his hands off of your ass—bringing them up to wipe your gloss off of him face. You did the same—fixing your dress in the process.

“Is that my megumi?”

Your tone was high pitched causing your husband to shake his head in disbelief. He hated when you talked to Megumi like he was still a baby—he will forever be a baby in your eyes.

The door creaked open slowly—his tiny figure standing in the door frame. He wore a pout similar to his father’s as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“About time he woke up, boy sleep like he got a job. You start getting him ready while I load up the car.

He gave you a quick kiss on your cheek before grabbing Megumi’s book bag. Walking past Megumi, he ruffled his hair earning an annoyed groan from him.

“Stop that dad!”

You giggle—walking towards his tiny figure. He instinctively raised his arms so you’ll pick him up. Usually, you wouldn’t hold him because Toji thinks he’s way too big to be carried around like a baby, but he’s not here, so what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. A strained groan left your lips as you pick him up, sitting him on your hip.

“You know how upset daddy would be if he seen me carrying you around?”

He nodded at your question before wrapping his arms around your neck. “C’mon let’s go get ready so you can eat.”

✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿

“Mommy it’s so cold!” He flinched at the cold liquid sprinkling on his skin.

“I know, but it’s to keep you from getting sunburned. Remember that time daddy was red like ketchup?”

Megumi giggles while holding his T-pose. “Yes! And he was screaming like a girl.”

He adds, making himself laugh harder. You laughed along with him, causing Toji walk around the car to investigate. He found you crouched down, spraying sunscreen on his son’s arms.

“What got y’all laughin’ so hard?”

Meg’s big gray eyes look up at his father—pointing in his direction, “You!”

“Me? What I do?”

“I reminded him about the time you got sunburned and how you were red like ketchup.” You rubbed the spray into his arms as you explained.

“And screamed like a girl!” Megumi added.

“And screamed like a girl.” You repeated.

“Whatever. You almost done?”

You switch from his arms to his legs, bending down lower to rub in the spay in. “Yea just his legs then I’m done.”

“Good, cause I’m hungry. I could eat a little boy named Megumi.” He joked, rubbing at his tummy. At the sound of his name, his face balled up in confusion. “Mommy hurry!”

Walking into the backyard felt like walking into a circus act. Two grills were being used at the same time, one of them housed your father— a green towel sat on the shoulder of his white polo, occasionally wiping his forehead as he dressed the chicken with his famous Bbq Honey Glaze. On the other grill was your uncle. He had one of the in-laws watching him grill hotdogs and hamburgers while he sipped his canned Twisted Tea. A green dragon bouncy house stood tall—rocking with each bounce. You could see kids doing all types of flips through the mesh net.

Candy Rain by Soul for Real blared through the multiple speakers—urging people to dance in formation. If the kids weren’t in the bouncy house, then they ran around freely with water guns soaking each other causing some of the adults to scold them for running. The tables lined up with finger foods were being shaded by many colorful umbrellas, shading the food from the summer blaze. You saw the familiar faces of your cousins sitting at the UNO table shouting about the rules and how the game is being rigged.

Megumi held your hand tighter as you began to walk towards the crowd. His book bag, with the photo of his favorite anime character plastered on the back, was being held up by the handle by Toji as he walked because it was too heavy for him to carry on his on—he insisted on wearing it. You were walking towards the house before the booming sound of your father’s voice hollered your name.

“You look beautiful as always baby girl.” His hug was warm—but it was blazing hot outside so the hug was very short. “Thanks pa.”

The loud clap beside your head from your father dapping up Toji caused little Megumi to look up confused at the sudden loud noise. Crouching down, it was now time for your dad greet your son.

“Wassup lil man.”

He held his hand out, palm up, asking for a high five. Megumi hesitated—looking up at his dad. Toji gave a nod and your son swung his hand down hard, slapping your father’s earning a “all right!” from him. He shook his tiny hand before standing up straight—giving a loud, overdramatized dad groan.

“Where is momma?”

“She in the house with all the women talking’ down on us fellas. You know, the usual.”

You giggle at his words, “Okay I’ll see you later, I’m gonna get Megs out this sun.”

“Ok baby girl. Aye Toj’, whenever you done in there come see me. I got sum for you to look at.”

“Yes sir.”

The walk to house was constantly interrupted by the nonstop greetings of everyone you passed. You made it your mission to at least say hello to everyone. Toji got pulled away by your uncle on the grill—unfortunately Toji, and the now many in-laws, were held hostage, listening to his jail stories. With his father no longer holding the weight of his book bag, Megumi complained about his back hurting and not wanting to walk anymore. With it being as hot as it was, you were not picking him up—you instead took his bag. He trailed closely behind you before you pulled him in front of you.

“My baby!!”

“Hi momma!”

The kitchen full of women watch as she damn near jumped over the counter to greet her first born. The hug was filled with love and way longer than the one with your father since you felt air conditioning blowing against your skin. She pulled away just to stare into your face and smiled.

“Where is my grand baby?”

“I don’t know, I could’ve sworn he walked in with me.” You grin, playing into her joke.

Megumi looked down at himself to make sure he didn’t suddenly turn invisible. He tapped your leg to get your attention while you and your mom“searched” for him on the ceiling.

“I’m down here grandma.”

His voice was just above a whisper as he spoke. He became as tall as you from your mother picking him up.

“You’re gettin’ big boy. Bout to be as big as your daddy!”

“Tell me about it. I want him to stay little forever.”

The kitchen gawked over Megumi as he was paraded around. He was the youngest on your side of the family and got spoiled by almost everyone. His pockets were stuffed with bills countless bills from their wallets, telling you not to steal it. From all the attention he received he instantly became overwhelmed, reaching his arms out for you.

“Here mama take him. Let me finish the banana puddin’ before your daddy come up in hear complainin’.”

You pulled out a dinner chair to sit—plopping Megumi on your lap. Your aunts watched in awe as you walked past them.

“Okay miss thing! I see you fillin’ out that dress.”

“Right that thang is just thangin’!”

The room erupted into laughter as your aunts took turns complimenting you.

“Now y’all leave her alone fore’ her man come and get ya.” Your mom warned, placing cookies on the glass baking tray.

“And who her man?”

As if summoned, the screen door was pulled open—Toji walking in. The bright sun shined from behind him like he was an angel. His sweaty stomach was being shown to the crowd from him using the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. Tattoos of all shapes, colors, and sizes, glistening in sweat like a glazed donut.

“Uh, Toji?”

“Yea baby?”

His voice was rough and low—almost the tone he used to talk you through it.

He brought his shirt down expecting to look at you, but was instead gazing at kitchen full of shocked older women lusting over his exposed abs. The kitchen fell quiet aside from the quiet “ew” from your son.

“Now y’all get a grip and stop starin’ at the po’ boy!” Your mother walked around the kitchen island to greet your husband. “How you doin’ baby?”

“Better now that I’m seein’ you” His smile was genuine as he pulled her in for a hug.

Following in your mother’s footsteps your aunts formed a line to also be pulled into a hug. Soon, the kitchen became a Meet-And-Greet for your husband. You hilariously watched from the table as he pleaded with his eyes for help. One of Megumi’s cousins convinced his to play tag outside leaving you by yourself at the table.

Once Toji was done with his endless conversations with the women of the family, he made his way to you with a peace offering—a strawberry wine cooler.

“You doing alright baby? Been upset since Megs left.”

His chair was pulled up next to you so now you were rubbing shoulders. You took a big swig of the refreshing alcohol before you spoke.

“I think I want another baby.”

“You barely drunk that one. You tryin’ to get tipsy or somethin’?”

“Wha- no. Like a baby, baby.” To further emphasize what you meant, your palm rubbed circles on your stomach.

“..”

Megumi was no longer a baby and you haven’t quite registered that—no you didn’t want to register it.

“What’s goin’ to happen when that baby grows up? You gonna want another?”

You nod—a chuckle rumbling in his throat.

“Babies grow, nothin’ stays young forever, you do realize that right?”

“I know. Just one more baby then I’ll be good.”

He looks at you like you’re telling him a joke.

“I don’t think you’re takin’ this serious. A baby—no a child, is a lot of responsibility and it sounds like you just want for one stage of it’s life.”

Before you could reply the shouting of your father interrupts.

“Yo Toj’ you busy?”

He turns back to you, “We’ll talk later, yea?”

You nod, giving him the ok to walk away. His stride was something serious, like he carried something heavy—pulling up his pants slightly as he walked towards to door.

“Bye ladies!”

The kitchen synchronized like a coir as they all said goodbye. You were now left alone with your thoughts and a wine cooler. That was until your son came in seconds later doing his bathroom dance.

“Mama I have to use the bathroom.” Megumi whispered in your ear as if he was telling you top secret information. Matching his energy, you pulled him closer—cupping your hand around his ear.

“Let’s go.”

✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿

With the sun finally sunken, it was cool enough to be out. Overlapped conversations filled the yard from everyone sitting outside. With everyone fed and not burning up from the harsh rays of the sun, the atmosphere was much more inviting and calm. Megumi was surrounded by his many cousins in the bouncy house, having the time of his life. Couple’s crowed the makeshift dance floor, swaying to the steady tempo of Piece of My Love by Guy—Including you and your husband.

He was behind you with his head resting on your shoulder, occasionally kissing it. His hands were wrapped tightly around your stomach, pulling you closer in his embrace. One of your hands rested on his while the other fiddled with the dark hair on his neck.

“You can have a piece of my love, it’s waitin’ for you.” He sung lowly in your ear causing you to giggle from the tickling sensation.

“And why do you know this song Toji?”

He laughed before replying, “You think this is my first cookout?”

“Boy! It better be!”

You both giggle, rocking to the beat slowly. Turning around completely to face him—you lay your head on his chest. He rest his chin on your head as you listen to the steady beat of his heart. Toji fought the urge to massage your ass—your parents were less than fifty feet away.

It was now the perfect time to bring up your previous conversation.

“M’sorry for how i acted earlier. I was bein’ selfish.”

He hummed at your apology. “Do you get where I was comin’ from or you jus’ tryin’ to dead it? Cause this is serious.”

“I do get where you were comin’ from. I just wanted another child just for the first stage of its life and that’s not right. I never saw it from your perspective because I was so clouded in mine. I’m sorry.”

“Look at me.”

Your brown eyes fixed on his grey ones. Even in minimum light, his eyes shined bright. God he was so sexy.

“I’m willin to have as many kids with as humanly possible, I just needed you to understand that they won’t stay kids forever. Let them grow up baby.”

You nodded—understanding. “Ok.”

“Y’know how much I love you?”

“Hmm, I think I need to be reminded.”

“Oh I’ll remind you. I’ll remind you all night, gimme a kiss.”

You tried to keep the kiss as clean as possible before your husband bullied his tongue between your lips. His hands shifted down from your hips to your butt—rubbing it like he’s a fortune teller.

“Hey keep it PG!”

“M’sorry momma.”

You sheepishly hid your face in Toji’s chest as he found it hilarious. The song concluded and the couples gave the dance floor back for everyone else.

Hours passed, next thing you knew it was 11:08pm. The kids were asleep as the cookout turned into an adult party. Shots of vodka in jello form were passed around like a joint. Toji was whooping ass in blackjack—racking close to five hundred dollars. His mouth was reckless, when he was winning during card games—he encouraged you to put down the big bills and called you a pussy if you didn’t. His blut was held lazily between his lips before slapping a card down and collecting money.

This pimp shit ain’t nothin’ new to me

I knew he was for the community

Bigger in Texas by Megan Thee Stallion blast the speakers, causing in echo in the night sky. Your parents were definitely getting a notice first thing tomorrow.

“Show ‘em how you got pregnant cousin!”

You lifted your sun dress to your knees so it was looser by your ass. You squat, hands leaned on your knees as you popped your lower back—twerking. Your cousins encouraged you even more when the steady chant of “aye! aye! aye!” became louder.

“Show ‘em your Megan knees!”

On command you balance on the ball of your feet, thrusting back and forth—going as far as grabbing your ankles.

✿ ❀ ✿ ❀ ✿

Toji drove back home in complete silence as you and Megumi were knocked the fuck out. Both you and your son were slumped over in the seat—mouth open, drooling. You had a time last night! You eventually woke up when he was five minutes away, but not without a metro booming headache.

Megumi stayed sleeping the whole walk to his bedroom as Toji carried him. Undressing him to put on his night clothes, you noticed the countless amounts of stickers on his body coincidentally in the same spots his father’s were. You smiled to yourself before pushing his hair back and kissing his forehead.

“Goodnight my sweet boy.”

Your headache was made worse by the steam of you and Toji’s shared shower. Every step you took was met with dots of black—you needed to sleep asap.

Toji didn’t have the gift of sleeping whenever, like you, so he took melatonin to ease him to sleep. Not finding any in his medicine cabinet he checked through his bags to see if he misplaced the bottle of drugs. He went on a world wide search before hearing the rattle of pills from his gym bag. Since he was so irritated, he didn’t even take the pill bottle all the way out—just digging his fingers in, taking two.

You were stirred awake by muffled moaning and the quick rapid movement of the bed.

“Fuuckk.” Toji’s groan was deep and desperate.

The bed shaking paused as he searched for another video. Finding one, he played it, resuming his jerking. He wore no headphones, just blasting porn from his phone into the shared bedroom.

“T-toji! Shiiit!”

Your heart flutter at the realization that he’s watching your homemade videos. His breathing was choppy and uneven. You felt the force of his head hitting the pillow as he stopped jerking again.

“Toji?”

Your voice was groggy a deep as you spoke. The light from the video flashed along his sweaty face. He pulled the blanket up to his stomach and paused the video.

“M’sorry baby. I can’t get it to go down. It’s been up for twenty minutes.”

“Is that normal toj’?”

“Fuck no it’s not normal.” The hand that held his phone ran through his hair.

You sat up, turning on the lamp on your side of the bed. Turning back to face him, your eyes damn near popped out of your head. His dick was like a caged monster under the blanket—just jumping and throbbing.

“Did you take anything at the cookout?”

“No. I took two melatonins like an hour ago tho.”

“Where is it?”

“Gym back, in the closet.”

Digging through the closet, you find his gym bag and hear the rattling of the pills. Reaching in you felt a ribbon? Pulling out the lid was a red ribbon used as decoration. You dig further before pulling out the whole bottle of Rhino Pills. You had so many questions.

“Toji why is there viagra in your bag?”

“Fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“The bottle of Rhino pills with the red bow. Toji if you’re having… problems you could’ve told me.”

The realization hits him like a fright train. He groans loudly, covering his face.

“Shiu gave ‘em to me on my birthday as a joke. I just took two thinkin’ they were my sleepin’ pills.

You were dumbfounded—you weren’t even completely out of your slumber, waking up to your husband taking not one but two sex enhancement pills.

“—So what now?”

“You lay down and let me take care of it.”

It started off with both of you on your sides before Toji deemed that it just wasn’t good enough. Still holding your leg up, he got on top, propped it over his shoulder, and went to work.

“Y’so fuckin’ wet baby goddamn!”

“Mmm j-just for you daddy.”

He was so lost the pleasure that he was about to nut already. His eyes closed—focusing on the sound of the ceiling fan to distract himself. It was working until the shlick shlick shlick sound of your pussy creamy drowned it out. You squeezed around him rhythmically easing him into his orgasm.

“S-shit! S’fuckin close baby.”

His thrusting got deeper, more harder—causing the headband to wack against the wall behind. Thinking fast, he gripped it and pulled it forward—cracking it. Your high pitched moaning was synchronized with each stroke, getting louder with each one.

“M’gonna nut all in this pretty pussy. My pretty fuckin pussy.” His jaw was cliched as he spoke to you. You loved when he got like this—unstoppable.

“Open that pretty mouth.”

You obliged—tongue sticking out so far touch it touched your chin. He watched his webbed spit drop on your tongue, glide to the back of your throat—watching how you swallowed it with your mouth still wide open.

“Yeess. You’re such a dirty fuckin’ bitch.”

Your giggle was squeal like as he degraded you—obviously as fuck out as he was. Your cheek stung at the repeated slaps he gave you—getting more turned on with each one.

“I wan’ you to f-fuck me harder daddy. Please!”

He said nothing as he pulled out. You were forcefully twisted in your tummy. He placed a pillow under your stomach before thrusting back in. All the air pushed out of you when he pushed in. He went right back to his ruthless pace.

“Hhunggoooddd yessuhhh!”

Both of his hands pushed your shoulders against the bed—pinning you down. Your moans becoming muffled as, intended.

“Y-you gonna wake up my fuckin son.”

Your moan turned into deep growling as you clawed the bed. He was so deep it felt like he was the beat of your heart.

Yanking you up the the hairline of your frontal, he spoke directly into your ear.

“This what you wanted? To be fucked like a cheap slut?”

Your brown eyes crossed as they tried to focus on toji from up above.

“I-mmmm fuhmm!”

Your response wasn’t good enough.

“I know how to get you takin’.”

He dropped your head on the bed with no remorse. Taking booth cheeks and spreading them apart—warm spit drip on your tight rim before dropping down to your pussy—adding more lubricant for his dick. The pad of his thumb circle your hole before he eased his way in. You tensed up—squeezing around his dick.

“Tooojii! Nuggh!”

“Theeere she is.”

Lifting you back again by the hairline your frontal, he asked the question again—this time with both of your holes plugged.

“S’what i w-wanted daddy! I sweaaar!”

“You better not ever give my pussy away. Understand?”

“I-I underst-stand.”

“Good.”

He gave a breathy chuckle as he reminisced. “Member how I told you I was gonna remind you all night?”

ʚɞ ʚɞ

[nadvs]

hii i love LOVE love power play! can i ask a blurb where rafe's pissy again so he's a bit hostile to reader but this time she doesn't take his shit? she's kind but this time she wants to reiterate that he can vent but she's not a punching bag

thank you!! ong the man has zero emotional regulation skills 😭 most of the time, she doesn’t take it personally and just makes a joke about him being a brat, but when he crosses a line, she doesn’t play around. blurb set in the power play au.

Rafe presses down on the horn yet again, earning another sigh from you.

This is not how today was supposed to go. He’s already been in the car for three hours just to get to you, and five minutes after picking you up, you hit standstill traffic on the freeway on the way to a place you said is your favorite spot for lunch.

This is the second time he’s seeing you this summer, only a few months of officially dating behind you.

You’d greeted each other affectionately, but his mood turned sour the moment you hit traffic. He honks again, glaring at the bumper of the car ahead of you.

“I don’t think that does anything,” you say lightheartedly.

“How is nobody moving?” he mutters.

“I’ll check when it’s supposed to ease up,” you offer, picking up your phone to open a traffic map. “Yikes. We have two exits to go.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Rafe groans. He wants the purge the stress he’s been under. This is only making it worse.

“Is that all you’ve had today?” you ask, pointing to the empty shaker bottle in the cupholder.

He nods tersely and you decide against making a joke about him being hangry.

He rakes a hand through his hair. He tried hard today. He wanted to look good for you, but his clothes are damp and wrinkled against his skin, and when he looks in the rearview mirror, he can see the fatigue in his eyes.

You clasp your hands together, determined to bring up the mood.

“How was the gym this morning?” you ask. Now that he’s fully healed from his injury, he’s just gotten back into training.

“I’m not even close to hitting what I used to,” he answers, disappointment laced in his tone.

You wince. That wasn’t the right question. He takes his conditioning seriously, and you obviously just reminded him of how much work he has ahead of him.

“We could work out together one day,” you say.

“Sure,” he scoffs, already grown to despise the distance between you. “When?”

You suck your teeth, your patience starting to wear thin at his harsh tone.

“Whenever you’re in a better mood,” you mumble under your breath.

Rafe shakes his head to himself. The last thing he needs is your judgement.

“I’ve been driving for so goddamn long,” he mutters.

“I know,” you empathize, “but we’re finally together again and we’ll be eating lunch soon and we don’t have to be miserable the whole ride there.”

“You think I want to be miserable?” he says with a sarcastic scoff.

“I didn’t say that.”

Rafe bites his tongue from muttering that you’re saying a lot. He only stares forward, trying to remind himself of how shitty he feels when he loses it on you.

You smooth down your pants, the silence biting at you.

“So, we should just not talk until we get there?” you ask. He shrugs in response.

You scowl. Frustration bubbles up inside you. You know your boyfriend well, familiar with how anger is his fallback, and you usually can take it in stride.

But this is too much. It hurts that he’d rather give into his temper than just enjoy being with you.

“You’re being mean,” you say quietly.

“I’m just tired,” he mutters.

“How do you think it makes me feel when you’re like this, especially after we haven’t each other in so long?” you say. “I thought you…”

You trail off into silence, trying to cool yourself down.

“Thought I what?” he mutters.

You swallow hard. You knew going into this relationship that even though you typically think on the bright side, you hold a pessimism about romance that you can’t shake. It rears its ugly head any time you feel like Rafe doesn’t care as much as he says he does.

“I thought you missed me,” you reply.

Rafe grips the steering wheel and says, “I do.”

“So, why make me your punching bag?”

His brows pull together, irritation pricking at him.

“That’s how you feel?”

“Sometimes, yeah,” you reply, on edge.

Rafe’s heart twists in his chest. Underneath the frustration, it hurts that you don’t see that he’s making an effort.

“I try to be better about it,” he says. “I’m always trying.”

You look out the window as he eases on the break, following the slow moving traffic.

“It’s not fair that I have to do this for you every time,” you mumble.

“Do what?”

“Tiptoe around you and talk you through your own emotions,” you say. “Is it that hard to say, I’m tired and hungry and none of that is your fault and I’m sorry I’m taking my bad mood out on you?”

Rafe meets your eyes, guilt seeping into him, cutting overwhelmingly worse than his anger is.

“I am sorry,” he says.

It cracks through your frustration. You have a weak spot for him, you always have, and you can tell by how quick he always is to apologize that he has one for you, too.

“And?” you say.

“I don’t think any of this is on you,” Rafe says. “I just want us to have a good day, alright? You deserve a nice date. Not this.”

You not, a soft smile on your face. He can be rigid and grumpy, but this is why he stole your heart; the softness underneath, the pressure he puts on himself to be lovable, the way that even when he’s annoyed, you can tell that he treasures you.

“Okay,” you say. “We can listen to some music to pass the time.”

“I want to listen to you.”

“You listen to me every night on the phone,” you remind him.

“And?” Rafe replies, echoing your tone.

You roll your eyes and chuckle. He puts his warm, heavy hand on your thigh, making your skin tingle with endearment.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says. “I know I got shit I gotta work on, okay?”

“Yeah,” you reply.

You put your hand on top of his, hope blooming in your chest, louder than the doubt.

[harrywavycurly]

Worth The Fight: If I Was A Worm?

Masterlist: Here

CW: Pregnancy stuff, one emotional moment, jealous Harry and a touch of panic.

A/N: Y’all have been wanting protective Harry and I am trying to deliver so I hope y’all enjoy and sorry for the dramatics right off the bat but hormones will do that to you lol✨

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Summary: You are officially on maternity leave and finally get to meet Gemma and have a baby shower✨

“Would you still want to be with me if I was a worm?” You ask far too casually from your spot in the middle of Harry’s at home gym where you’re sitting on your bright purple pregnancy ball, gently rotating your hips in a circular motion while holding a magazine in one hand and your bottle of water in the other.

Harry doesn’t even blink twice at your random question since this is now the fourth one you’ve tossed at him in the span of ten minutes, he just shakes his head and chuckles to himself as he begins the cool down part of his run on the treadmill that’s a few feet from where you’re supposedly working out. It’s only week one of your maternity leave and you’re already missing the routine of having somewhere to be everyday but Harry insisted you take advantage of the time the library offered so you could get as much relaxation and rest possible before the twins arrive. So that’s how you wound up down here in his gym, having gotten bored in the living room after not being able to get comfortable on his couch without him there to rub your ankles.

For his own peace of mind he refused to think about you walking down the steps without his help when you suddenly appeared in front of him when he was lifting weights. But his anxieties were quickly forgotten when you plopped down on the bright purple ball and began rolling around on it a bit, your maternity bike shorts and an oversized t shirt only accentuating your very prominent baby bump making him nearly drop the weight in his hands at how effortlessly adorable you looked, letting him know he should move to the treadmill before he accidentally hurt himself while staring at you.

You bring the straw of your water bottle up to your lips as you look over at Harry who has a look on his face as if he’s deep in thought. Then suddenly his eyes shift and lock with yours making a smile creep onto his face when he sees your cheeks get pink when he catches you staring at him.

“Have you always been a worm or did I come home one day and you were suddenly a worm?” He asks as his pace on the treadmill begins to slow down. You look away from him and down at the magazine in your hand to check if the question has any more details to it other than what you asked him already.

“It doesn’t say but let’s just go with you came home one day and I was a worm.” You explain after slipping the straw out of your mouth. “Would you still want to be with me?”

“No.”

“Really?” Your brows furrow as you stare at him making him just shrug as he finishes up on the treadmill. “You-you didn’t even hesitate you just said-said no.” You don’t even feel the magazine fall from your hand as your eyes begin to sting. Harry is by your side before you can even begin to blink the tears away, bent down so he can place a hand on your knee rubbing the top of it with his thumb in soothing circles.

“Baby you’d be a worm.” He says softly as you turn your head so you’re not looking at him.

“So? I’d-I’d be your worm.” You mumble as you swallow down the lump forming in your throat, feeling a mixture of anger at how silly you feel for being upset over something like this but also feeling hurt at how quickly Harry answered with a solid no.

“Would you want me to keep you in a jar or something and just take you everywhere with me then? Would that make you happy?” He asks as his free hand reaches out and grabs your water bottle from you so he can place it on the floor behind him.

“Yes.” You answer with a sniffle and a nod as you turn your head so you can look at him. Harry feels his heart ache at the tears welling up in your eyes and the way your bottom lip is trembling with how hard you’re fighting back the tears that so badly want to begin rolling down your cheeks.

“Okay love.” You feel yourself lean into his touch when he brings his hands up to softly cup your face. “I’ll put you in an empty jar of that raspberry jam you love so much and carry you around with me everywhere how does that sound?”

“Gross.” You say with a watery laugh making Harry smile as his thumbs run up and down your cheekbones. “You’d have a worm in a jar-someone would end up throwing me away.” Harry just shakes his head no making you roll your eyes casing a few tears to spill over your waterline and slide down your face.

“I’d kill them before I let them throw my worm-or excuse me sorry I meant I’d kill them before I let them throw my girlfriend away.”

“That’s not very treat people with kindness of you.”

“What else am I supposed to do to someone who tries to toss my girl out with the trash?”

“I’d be a worm not your girlfriend.”

“So are you saying if you were a worm you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore?” Harry knows exactly what he’s doing by asking you this, making you tell him the same thing that he said to cause you to get upset in the first place. Oddly enough it’s something he’s learned helps you move on from an upset like this and he knows it’s working when he feels you shake your head while his hands still gently hold onto your face.

“No.” You barely get the word out before a few more tears spill over and stream down your face. Harry just gives you a soft smile as you look at him with a worried expression and he knows you think you just hurt his feelings so he quickly pulls your face towards his so he can place a kiss to your lips.

“I understand why you wouldn’t want to be with me it’s okay.” He says as when he pulls away in hopes it’ll help you feel better but when you just let out a small sniffle and place your hands over his that are on your face he pinches his brows together as he stares into your eyes.

“What’s wron-”

“I don’t want to be a worm.” You practically sob as your eyes close and your chest rises and falls at a quickened pace and Harry wants so badly to grab the magazine that’s on the floor near your feet and rip it to shreds for being the cause of this breakdown thanks to the relationship test where you got all your questions from printed in the back of it.

“Okay how about just being my adorable girlfriend who seems like she’s in need of some foot rubs on the couch-”

“The bed.”

“Okay foot rubs in bed and maybe a movie? How does that sound love?”

“Good.” You answer as Harry’s thumbs gently wipe the last remaining tears from under your eyes. “Sounds good.”

“Good.” Harry smiles as you drop your hands and place them on top of your bump. “How are they treating you today? Moving around a lot?” You look down as you feel Harry’s hand sliding under the hem of your t shirt so he can place his hands on the side of your belly making you let out a small sigh at how good the warmth of his hands feel through the thin material of your bike shorts.

“Nora is practicing her dancing while Edward is keeping to himself.” You answer with a small sniffle letting Harry know you’re calming down a bit, he looks up at you with a quirked brow as his hands slide to the front of your bump.

“And how do you know it’s Nora dancing around and not Edward?”

“I can’t explain it. I just know.” Harry smiles and nods at your answer as he moves his hands around your bump. “She’s right here.” You tell him as you move your shirt up so you can grab one of his hands and place it where you feel the most movement happening.

“Hello my little love.” You smile as Harry leans in so his face is a few inches from his hand that’s resting on your bump, his voice causing the movements to increase right under his hand making him chuckle. “Can you do daddy a favor and maybe take a little break from the dance lessons?” You cover your mouth with one hand to muffle the sound of your laugh as Harry talks to your bump, his other hand sliding around until he feels a very small kick letting him know where the other twin is.

“You know your voice only makes them wilder.” Harry ignores your comment and leans in closer so he can place a kiss to the middle of your bump.

“I can’t help that my voice is exciting.”

“Exciting? You really are a narcissist.”

“Ignore her my loves your mommy is just in a bit of a mood right now.” You roll your eyes as he gives your bump a little rub with both hands as he looks up at you with a playful smirk on his face. “We love you and can’t wait to meet you.”

“But we aren’t in a rush. Stay in there as long as you like.” You quickly add making Harry chuckle as he gives your belly one last kiss before standing up and holding his hands out for you.

“Come on my darling let’s see how long it takes you to get upstairs.” His voice is soft but with a teasing edge to it that makes you let out a huff as you grab his hands so he can help you up off your pregnancy ball.

“You can’t rush me with the stairs Harry it’s rude because you know I can’t see my feet and I’m trying not to fall and you’re over there timing me like I’m training for a marathon or something.”

“As if I’d ever let you fall.”

“Oh when does Gem get here?” You ask not trying to intentionally changing the subject but you just remembered your baby shower that she’s hosting for you is in a few days and if you don’t ask your questions now you’ll forget and then feel overwhelmed when she just shows up on Harry’s front door.

“Tomorrow afternoon.” He answers with a smile as he places a hand on your lower back while standing behind you as you begin your slow trek up the stairs. “She’s very excited to meet you and of course her and my mom plan on obsessing over you so just be prepared for a lot of fussing about your comfort and-”

“I’m already used to being fussed over so that’s fine.” He doesn’t miss the tease in your voice making him smile because he won’t even try to deny it, he has been fussing over you ever since you allowed him back in your apartment and now that you two are officially an item ever since he took you on your first date two weeks ago he has just upped his obsessing over your comfort and safety but you don’t seem to mind or at least if you do you don’t say anything to him about it.

“Yeah Paris does seem to a bit clingy with you. He was on top of your legs yesterday during your pre dinner nap and he nearly chewed my hand off when all I was trying to do was adjust your blanket.”

“Right Paris is clingy.”

“Quite the momma’s boy that one.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Touché.”

You can’t stop laughing as you watch Gemma smack her younger brother upside the head in the middle of his kitchen after making a rude comment about your choice of tea that you still drink on occasion when your tummy is upset. She arrived earlier than Harry had expected but only by a few hours and for a moment he felt utterly and truly complete as he stood by and let his sister full on bear hug you as his mother rushed off to his backyard after saying hello, wanting to check on a few things for the baby shower that’s being held back there the following day.

But as soon as Harry mentioned making lunch and helped you take a seat at his kitchen table you and Gemma seemed to be on the same page when it came to getting a kick out of picking on him, making him realize that eventually his own daughter will probably be joining in on their teasing but that makes him hope that his son will be on his side because he will go positively mental if it turns out to be four against one anytime their aunt Gem is in town.

“You can’t call your girlfriend and mother of your children’s tea preference disgusting Harry that’s rude.” He rolls his eyes as he takes a step away from his sister so she can no longer reach him from where she’s standing cutting up some fruit. “Besides you’re the reason she needs peppermint tea in the first place you knob.” Harry just turns and sends her a glare that she doesn’t even bother looking up from the cutting board to acknowledge making you laugh even harder.

“What does that even mean? How am I the-”

“You’re the one who got her pregnant.” Anne says as she walks into the kitchen with some fresh herbs she clipped from the small garden tucked away in the corner of his backyard. Harry feels his cheeks get hot as his mother casually brings up the fact he got you pregnant and that’s the reason you need peppermint tea with honey every now and then.

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Talk about what? How you couldn’t even wait to get her home so you had to go at it in the bathroom of some-”

“Gem honey please don’t talk about your brother’s bathroom romps while making lunch.”

“You’re right it’s more of a dinner conversation.”

“Mom make her stop.” Harry whines as he looks towards his mother for some assistance but she just laughs and gives him a shrug as she grabs a plastic bag to put the herbs in, you can’t help but smile as you watch the three of them interact, enjoying how they tease each other but underneath it all you can still feel the love they have for one another.

“I see you haven’t grown out of the having to ask mommy to come save you phase? I thought surely that would come to an end when you hit thirty.”

“You’re never too old to need your mom to come save you.” Anne says in Harry’s defense making Gemma roll her eyes as she looks up from the cutting board and over at her brother who has a smug smile on his face as he drapes an arm over his mother’s shoulders.

“You’re just mad that she’s still upset over you breaking her lemon colored tea set.”

“Lemon colored tea-you mean the one that disappeared ages ago?” Gemma’s eyes narrow as Anne looks at her with a raised brow. “Gem you broke that? It was a gift from your Nan.”

“Oops I forgot she didn’t know.” Harry’s voice is dripping in sarcasm as he brings a hand up to playfully cover his mouth. “Sorry.” He adds with a shrug while Gemma’s grip on the knife she’s using to cut the fruit tightens.

“How much do you fancy my brother? Like really?” She asks as she turns her head to look at you. “I think you could live without him right? You’d be fine?” You let out a laugh as Harry glares at her while Anne just walks off towards the pantry to grab some honey for the tea Harry was in the middle of making for you before this little argument started.

“Oh that’s enough.” Anne states as she holds out the jar of honey for Harry to take. “Finish making her tea before it gets cold.” With that Harry grabs the jar and goes back to making you a cup of tea to help soothe your tummy a bit before lunch.

“Harry!” Your voice shouting his name has Harry tossing his phone onto the couch as he rushes towards the stairs, taking them two at time he is upstairs and in his bedroom in record time.

“Baby are-”

“Oh god.” Your voice is strained as you let out a groan that has Harry’s heart about to beat out of his chest as he quickly walks into his bathroom.

The scene in front of him isn’t one he was at all mentally preparing for, you’re standing in the middle of the large bathroom with the dress you found after spending days sorting through wracks of maternity clothes only half way up your body so you’re top half is just covered by your bra and of course you have your handheld fan that’s been your bestfriend as of late due to your hot flashes mixed with the warmer weather, blowing cool air on you as you use one hand to lift your hair up so you can fan under your neck.

“Sweetheart are-are you okay?” He asks as he tries to calm down his racing heart having been sure your cry for him was due to something much more distressing than whatever this situation is.

“It doesn’t fit.” You say as you reach down and grab at the material of your dress. “I-I don’t know what happened Harry but it-it doesn’t fit. I can’t zip it.” The way your voice cracks lets him know he doesn’t have long to remedy this situation before you’re in full on hysterics, something he has only seen happen once and doesn’t ever want to have to witness again.

“Let me try.” You don’t argue instead you just turn around so your back is facing him. He takes a few steps towards you so he can begin lifting the straps of the dress up your shoulder as you move the fan so it’s blowing under the skirt of the dress making him chuckle.

“Don’t laugh at me.” You warn as he looks over your shoulder to find you glaring at him in the reflection of the mirror that’s in front of you.

“Laugh at you? Wouldn’t dream of it love.” He watches you roll your eyes at him before he goes back to the task at hand, getting you in this dress even if he has to call for his mother to come sew in a new zipper and let a few inches out of the waist.

“Did you see the gift Niall sent?” You ask as you move the fan so it’s blowing on your neck, Harry has to fight off the urge to roll his eyes at your casual mention of Niall while he is standing in his bathroom with you only half dressed.

“You mean the gift his lovely mom sent? Yes I saw it.”

“No the knitted blankets are just from Maura I’m talking about the stroll-”

“Niall Horan did not buy us a stroller.”

“You’re right he didn’t buy us a stroller.” Harry pauses his movements so he can look at you through the mirror as you try to hold back a smile. “Technically he bought me a stroller since the card only had my name on it.”

“I’m sorry can we rewind for a moment? When did you get on a first name basis with Niall’s mom and I thought Mitch and Sarah got us the stroller?”

“Since he FaceTimed her while over for dinner one night and introduced us and she doesn’t have any babies to spoil since Theo is-”

“You-you had dinner with Niall? When was this?”

“A week or so ago? I can’t remember.” Harry has to take a deep breath and run a hand through his hair as he tries to process all the information you just dropped on him in a very short amount of time. “Mitch and Sarah got us the baby swings.” You add as you put the fan on its highest setting and hold it up so it’s blowing on Harry once you see his cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

“So-so dinner with Niall a week ago and now you and Maura are friends and she’s knitting the twins blankets and Niall got you a stroller?”

“Yes but it’s the one that the twins can just go one on top of the other not the giant side by side one. Isn’t that so sweet of him? He didn’t even know that’s the one I was looking at getting.”

“Oh perfect he got you the one you wanted without you even having to tell him. He’s trying to steal you from me you know that right? And you’re over here talking about how sweet it is.”

“Harry.” Your voice is gentle as you turn the fan off before letting it gently drop to the floor, you turn around so you’re facing him, your dress still unzipped. “Don’t be jealous of Niall okay? You’re the one I’m dating right? So clearly it’s you I want to be with.”

“That’s because Niall and Zayn aren’t avaible.” He huffs as he crosses his arms over his chest making you roll your eyes.

“True they both are spoken for but-”

“Don’t do that.” His voice is only mildly serious as he glares at you as you bring your hands up cup his cheeks, pulling him down towards you just a little.

“Don’t do what?”

“Try to distract me from being jealous of your obscene love for the Irish guy I used to be in a band with.”

“He’s your bestfriend.”

“That’s what you want to bring up? His title? Not the fact you’re in love with him?”

“I am not in love with him.” Harry lets out a scoff as you place a kiss to his cheek. “I love him the same way I love Ethan.”

“Oh yeah right I’ve seen how you drool over Niall and I’ve never seen you do that over Ethan.”

“You weren’t there the first time I met Ethan and well yeah Niall is-well he’s extremely handsome I mean those eyes? I don’t know how you lasted so many years in a band with him. But even you agree with me about how good looking he is.”

“Are you doing this to torture me?” He asks as his hands fall to your hips. “Is it because I accidentally stole the covers in bed last night and ate your last bar of chocolate? If so then I’m so sorry it won’t happen again.” You let out a chuckle as he rests his forehead on yours as he apologizes for things you don’t even care about.

“You know the first time I saw you I spilled my drink all over the bar because I was too caught up in how good you looked in the glow of those horrible pink and yellow lights.” You admit as your hands slide down to his shoulders so you can give them a nice squeeze. “I’d never seen someone look so effortlessly sexy but also still sort of smugly boyish in a way that made you seem even more unattainable because you just looked so in your element surrounded by people and loud music.”

“You really do spend too much time around books.” You ignore his comment as he lifts his head so he can look you in your eyes and when you see his lips curl up into his signature smirk you feel your cheeks get hot. “No one talks like that.” He teases as he leans in so his lips are only a few inches from yours.

“Sorry I know how flustered you get when I use such big words.”

“Very flustered indeed.” Before you can say anything else his lips are on yours as his hands that are on your hips move down so they can get a nice feel of your bottom making your hands grip his shirt pulling him closer to you. When his hands firmly grab your backside and you tilt your head allowing him to deepen the kiss he knows he needs to pull away before things take a turn towards a territory neither of you have explored before and now isn’t exactly the time to do so. He also knows people are due to be arriving soon, including his mother and sister to help finish setting up for the baby shower that starts in just an hour.

“Done being jealous now?” You ask after Harry reluctantly pulls away with a groan as he closes his eyes and rests his forehead on your shoulder.

“Yes.” He says with a huff as your hands gives his chest a few pats.

“Good now can you please finish helping me zip this dress before I freak out?”

“Of course love.” You give him a smile when he lifts his head and brings his hands back up to your hips giving them a soft squeeze before you drop your arms to your sides so you can turn around allowing him full access to the back of your dress. With one not so gentle tug and a few curse words mumbled under your breath he successfully has you zipped up.

“You look beautiful.” He says with a grin on his face once you turn around and take a step back to allow him to get a better view of you. The pink and light blue floral dress hits right above your knees and the skirt flares out just the slightest and the straps are thick enough you can wear your new favorite bra that had Harry in a mild panic when you started crying after trying it on, saying something about how comfortable and supportive it is.

“Thank you.” You can’t help but blush as you feel his eyes roam over your figure. “Now you need to get dressed. I’m going to go find Paris.” Harry just nods as you head into the bedroom, stopping next to him and giving him a smile as you look up at him.

“I think I heard him in Nora’s room.” Harry tells you as he leans down to place a quick but still sweet kiss to your lips. “Don’t go downstairs without me please.”

“Okay.” Harry smiles when you don’t try to fight with him and he has to stop himself from pulling you in for another kiss when you take a step away from him but he knows he has things to do so he lets you walk out of the bathroom and when he hears the bedroom door close he knows you’re now headed to find your furry orange son. The one you begged Harry to let you bring with you whenever you come to stay with him for more than a night because Paris gets lonely and stressed when he’s without you for too long and honestly Harry said okay because he understood, that being exactly how he feels when you’re out of his sight for too long.

Harry’s eyes find yours from across the backyard, a slow smile working its way across your features when he shoots you a playful wink. He watches as your eyes roam the backyard taking in all the little details, Gemma and his mom having gone for a tea party theme for the baby shower left no corner undecorated and no table without a bouquet that instead of a vase is an old tea tin with a variety of different ones scattered on nearly ever flat surface they could find but they made sure the one closest to your designated seat is of course a peppermint tea tin with yellow honey colored flowers sprouting out of it. He can tell that you’re happy by the little crinkles the corner of your eyes get as you laugh at something his sister said, how your cheeks have stayed a little flushed since the start of the party but the thing that sticks out the most to Harry that shows how truly happy you are is the way you keep catching him staring and instead of making a silly face you just smile at him. It’s a smile that reaches your eyes and tells him something you know only he can decipher like it’s a secret code, and that something happens to be a three worded confession that neither of you are quite brave enough to say out loud yet.

“You’ve got it bad dude.” Mitch’s voice takes Harry out of his thoughts and back in the moment.

“What are you talking about?” He asks playing innocent because he knows exactly what his friend is talking about. Mitch just rolls his eyes and brings a hand up to give Harry a solid pat to his back.

“Nothing.” He says with a shake of his head. “Congratulations though on the whole dad thing. It’s a wild ride with just one so I can’t imagine what you’re in for with two.” He adds making Harry chuckle as he brings his drink up to his lips.

“I’m ready for it.”

“Yeah? You got the car seats installed and everything huh?”

“I do yeah.” Harry answers as his eyes once again land on you as you take a sip of your water that’s in a very fancy glass with lemons floating around in it. “You know she fought with me about wanting car seats in every car? Said we should only use one car with the twins and she tried to tell me it should be her beat up little thing named Melanie.”

“Melanie? That’s her car’s name?”

“Yes she’s had it since-”

“Wait how many cars did you put car seats in?” Mitch asks with a raised brow that Harry doesn’t see because he’s still just staring at you as you talk to Gemma and one of your friends from work.

“Uh five I think?”

“You have five cars with car seats in them? Jesus Harry that’s a bit-”

“It’s how many cars I own. So actually if you include her car it’s six.”

“You’re insane.”

“That’s what she said.” This makes Mitch laugh as he takes a sip of his drink and lets a silence fall over them but after a few minutes when Mitch looks over at Harry and sees he has a zoned out look in his eyes and a lopsided grin on his face, Mitch knows the exact feeling his friend is experiencing.

“You love her huh?”

“Yeah-yeah I think I do.”

[h0efor2ho]

Two Is Better Than One

Seungcheol X Reader X Mingyu

WC : 4.4K

TW : Roomates to FWB, threesum, unprotected ( wrap it up ) Anal, Vaginal sex, Fingering, Oral, Very very close to male on male, double penetrate, talks of masturbation, talks of toy use and listening through walls.

You jump at the sound of the door bell of your apartment ringing. "Piizzzaaa's Heeereee" you shout as you answer the door. Quickly paying the delivery driver you make your way into the kitchen. "I can smell the garlic knots from down the hall" Mingyu says as he enter the kitchen behind you. "Of course you can" you say rolling your eyes. You and Mingyu became quick friends back in freshman year when he coincidently was a pizza delivery driver. For two months straight he would deliver pizzas to you almost every day. The pair of you quickly bonding over your shared love of movies, after all he was a film major. "Where's 'Coups?" you ask as you open the pizza box.

Like on que you hear footsteps as Seungcheol rounds the corner into the kitchen "Right here" he smiles at you. His brown hair clinging to his forehead, wet, indicating he just finished up in the shower. Mingyu had introduced you to Seungcheol aka S.Coups aka Coups as you called him, toward the end of your freshman year of college. The two of them were gym buddies as they put it, working out together everyday. You and 'Coups clicked right away over your love for literature. The two of you often having conversations about the meaning of whatever book you were reading. The three of you became inseparable so it was a no brainer when your second year rolled around, that you should all live together and here you were two years later, all still getting along. 

You smile up at Seungcheol as he makes his was over to you "How many slices you want 'Coups?" reaching up to grab another plate from the cabinet. You cant quite reach it, stretching a bit farther before you feel an arm wrap around your bare thighs, another pressed to the XL hoodie on your stomach as Mingyu comes up behind you to lift you up. "There you go shorty" he teases as he places you back on the ground after you grab the plate. "I'm not that much shorter than you" you laugh back at him, knowing it was a flat out lie. You stood at 5'5' and Mingyu stood at 6'2". You quickly hand Mingyu and Seungcheol a plate and make one for yourself. None of you bather to sit at the table you have, opting to stand around the kitchen. Eating and talking until you were all done. 

"What are we doing tonight?" You ask Seungcheol as you wash the dishes you all used. It was roommate night. Once a week the three of you had a night where one of you picked a activity for all of you and tonight was Seungcheol's turn. "We just got that new video game. I was thinking we could play that tonight" he says as he helps dry the dishes and put them away. "Sure that sounds good, I'll make some popcorn" Mingyu says with a smile "You guys know I suck at those things" you laugh. "Dont worry we'll help you, right Mingyu?" Seungcheol says looking over at his roommate. "Absolutely" He says sweetly to you. "Fine" you sigh, "I'll go get the blankets" you say exiting the kitchen.

After another 15 minutes you were all gathered in the living room. You and Seungcheol on the couch while Mingyu opted to sprawl out on the floor. Mingyu and Seungcheol go first to get a feel for the game. All you could tell was it was some kind of racing game and it looked like Seungcheol was beating Mingyu. After two more rounds of Seungcheol winning he looked over at you "Alright your turn Y/N" he says handing you the controller. Taking it from him you look at it in your hand "Sooo what button is what?" you ask. Both Seungcheol and Mingyu laugh "Don't worry I'll help you, come here" Seungcheol says as he scoots back on the couch, patting the space in-between his open legs. You get up and perch yourself on the edge of the couch in the middle of him. 

"Come here silly" he says as his hand snakes around your waist to pull you back against his chest. "I need to be able to help you with the buttons" he says from behind you. Both his hands come to lay onto of yours on the controller. You cant help the butterflies that erupt in your stomach at his touch. His hands are soft and yet firm over your skin. You'd be lying if you said you had never thought of your roommate in that way, both of them. You cant count how many nights you'd lied awake in bed, touching yourself wishing it was one of them, whispering their names as you came all over your fingers. You'r very much aware your sitting in between his legs in just an oversized hoodie and knee high socks. Your breath hitching as Seungcheol's head comes to rest on your shoulder.

"Okay so this is how you go" he says as he guides your finger over the red button "And this is how you stop" this time his finger coming over the blue button. "Mingyu" he calls to your other roommate on the floor. Mingyu's head snapping up, an unreadable look spreads across his face as he looks at the two of you "Lets do a practice run first kay, so she can get used to the controls" Mingyu shakes his head yes before tearing his gaze from the two of you to the TV. You play two rounds with Seungcheol's fingers on yours to help you. By the third round he tells you you're on your own. His hand dropping from yours as the game starts. You were so focused on the game you didn't realize Seungcheol's hand had dropped to your thigh right above your knee. 

It wasn't until the round was over did you notice he was drawing little circles on your skin with his thumb. "Your to tense" You hear Seungcheol's voice in your ear "Relax" he says as he pulls you back flush against his chest and leans back into the couch. Your hoodie ridding up on your thighs a bit as you lean into him, your legs parting slightly with the motion. His hand on your leg begins to rub up and down your thigh, slowly dipping in between your legs. Slowly getting higher and higher with each pass toward your center. Your mind is reeling, you'r barley able to focus on the game, pressing the wrong buttons causing you to lose control of your car on screen and crash. "Pretty, you doing okay over there?" Mingyu says, turning to look at you and Seungcheol again. 

"She's doing just fine" Seungcheol says into your ear "She's just a little tense is all" His other hand comes down on your other thigh rubbing up and down. "Aww, I think we should help her relax. Don't you think 'Coup" Mingyu smiles up at the two of you. Seungcheol's hands swipe up again, sliding into the crack of your thighs, pausing dangerously close to your clothed center, squeezing the fat of your legs. You feel his hot breath on the shell of your ear "Would you like that Y/N?" he asks. "You want me and Mingyu to help you unwind?" You feel him press his lips to the back of your neck as his hands begin to move again. You don't trust your voice, all you can do is nod your head yes. You hear both men chuckle as you feel Seungcheol's hands pry your legs open, throwing each one over his to lock them in place. 

His hands sliding up the inside of your thighs, pausing right where your leg meets your body "Say Mingyu" he calls over to the dark haired man "Tell me, how wet is she" a shiver runs down your spine as Mingyu crawls his way over to sit in front of you. His face nestled in-between your legs. "Mmmm very Cheol" He says as his hands trace the same path Seungcheol's did up your legs. "Her little green lace panties have a nice big wet spot" Mingyu says looking up at you licking his lips. "Just as I thought" Seungcheol coos from behind you. His hand comes to run up and down the length of your covered slit, gliding over the damp crotch of your panties. "At first we thought you were just comfortable with us, walking around in those little skirts or things like this. Your long shirts with no pants on" 

His long finger finds your clit through your lace underwear, rubbing small circles into it "But then we heard you" Mingyu add's, Your eyes snap open to look down at him as your chest heaves. "Oh yes that's right isn't it Cheol" he says as he takes his thumb and runs it over your slick covered panties. "Oh yes Min'. You see Y/N the walls are thin so we hear everything" You swallow thickly "Ev-everything?" you question. Thinking back to all the night you had touched yourself, their names falling from your lips. "Yes pretty" Mingyu says before placing a kiss to your inner thigh. "Every time you called our names" he says "Every time you turned on that little toy of yours, we heard the tell tail buzz" Seungcheol whispers in your ear. "Every squash of your wet pussy begging to be filled up by more then your little fingers" Mingyu add's 

A shaky moan leaves your lips as Seungcheol applies more pressure to the circles hes drawing on your clit. "Min', I think she's very much enjoying this" Seungcheol smirks down at his friend "I think your right Cheol" he replies back pushing his thumb into your panty covered slit. He watches as his finger separates your folds behind the fabric, feeling the wetness seep through. You cant help your self anymore, you slowly start to roll your hips, grinding against their fingers. You hear Seungcheol let out a low groan from behind you. He pressed his hips up into your back, your ass rolling over him and his now very hard, very large cock. You let out a little gasp. "Look what you've done Y/N" he says as his lips find your neck as the same time Mingyu's meet the inside of your thighs.

You let out a whimper, your skin burning with each of their touches. "More" you whine as your head falls back onto Seungcheol's shoulder. "What do you say?" Seungcheol asks, voice muffled by the flesh of your neck hes sucking on. "Pleaseee" you say, tilting your head forward to look down at Mingyu in-between your legs. "Want more please" He detaches his mouth from your thigh "What do you think Cheol? Should we give her what she wants?" He asks cocking his head to. the side. "I think so." He says "Lets see how good she can be. Help me take these off" He says to Mingyu as his hand comes up to grip the band of your panties. He slides them down your hips to your thighs before Mingyu takes over and slides them the rest of the way off. Tossing them across the room somewhere. 

Mingyu's hands coming to rest on your knees as he pushes your legs wide open, putting you on display for them. He watched as Seungcheol dipped his fingers in between your fold, gathering your slick on his fingers before he brought that finger up to your clit. Gliding over the sensitive bundle of nerves with ease. "Put those thick fingers to use Mingyu" he says horsely to your roommate. You feel Mingyu take one of his fingers and circles it around your entrance, coating his finger tip in your juice before pushing into your tight hole. "ughh" you moan out as you feel him enter you. "You like that pretty?" He ask's looking up at you "Mmhmm" you shake your head yes as you slightly roll your hips, willing him to move inside of you. 

He slowly starts to pump his finger in and out of you a few times before adding another finger. You let out a whimper at the stretch "He's got to prep you to take our cocks princess" Seungcheol whispers to you, his words causing you to let out a moan. You feel his hand slink around your body, tugging up your hoodie and splaying his hand over your stomach. His hand hot against your skin as he trails it up your body before finding your chest. "Mmmm" he moans out "Min' look at what a bad girl she is" He says as he lifts your shirt up and over your head exposing you "No bra huh baby" he says "Its like she's just begging us to play with her" Mingyu says. "Is that what you want Y/N?" Seungcheol asks as his hand increases the pace on your clit, Mingyu does the same with his fingers, curling them upward to hit the spongy spot inside your walls. "You want us to play with you princess?" 

"Yesss" you cry out, the coil in your stomach is being to tighten as they continue exploring your body, Seungcheol has a finger rubbing circles on your clit as his other hand is cupping your left breast, slipping his thumb over your nipple. Mingyu has two fingers buried in your pussy, curling his fingers hitting your g-spot with each push and pull. His other hand reached up twisting and pulling your other nipple. Your teetering on the edge of your release when Seungcheol's hand comes up and wraps around your throat. "Now be a good girl and cum for us yea" that's all it took to send you over the edge. Letting out a loud moan as your walls squeezing around Mingyu's fingers, trying to suck him in and keep him there as you coated them in your juice. Seungcheol continued to draw lazy circles on you as you came down from your high, Mingyu's fingers slowed significantly. 

He slipped his fingers out of your wet hole, holding them up in front of you, spreading his fingers to watch your cum spread across them. Looking up he starts to bring his hand up, past your head and right into Seungcheol's waiting mouth. You turn your head to watch him sucks your juice off of Mingyu's fingers. Both boys humming at the sensation before Mingyu pulls them out with a pop. You lean your head back on Seungcheol's shoulder as you try and catch your breath, already a little tired from your first orgasm. "Help me with these" you hear Seungcheol say before you feel him lifting your hips. You look down and watch as Mingyu is slipping off Seungcheol's sweats and boxers to his ankles, before your placed back on Seungcheol's lap. His very hard dick now pressed up against your wet center. 

He reaches around grabbing the base of his cock before, he lightly slaps it against your cunt before hes pulling himself away from your pussy. "Min', help her" he says "Gladly" Mingyu says as his hands come to push your knees up, his hands behind them as he slightly lifts you up so Seungcheol can line his long cock up with your entrance before slowly lowering you down. You gasp as you feel the thick head of Seungcheol's cock push pass the tight first ring of muscles before you fully sink down on him. "Oh fuck" you cry out as he bottoms out in you. He gives you a second to adjust to his size before hes hooking his arms under your legs and lifting you up. He starts to thrust, a slow and gentle pace at first. "You must like that huh pretty" Mingyu coos up at you, his pants now around his thighs, his hand gripping his big dick as he lazily pumps himself. "Your already leaving a ring of cream around the base of his cock" 

"Is she now?" Seungcheol's asks in a strained voice from behind you. He's trying to be nice and hold back his assault on your pussy. He doesn't want to break you just yet. "Clean her off Min'" he coos down at him. Mingyu wastes no time attaching his mouth to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue lapping at your bud like it was the last thing he was going to do. The sounds spilling from your mouth keep getting louder and louder. You look down at the head of dark hair as his tongue swipes across your clit, before he pull back. He looks down at his hand, spitting into it before placing it back on his cock and pumping. Looking up he holds eye contact with you as he leans back in, his tongue meeting the lip of your pussy that's wrapped around Seungcheol's dick. Licking slowly collecting your release that's collected there. You watch as he laps at your folds while Seungcheol pounds into you flattens his tongue and licking till he finds your clit again. 

"Fuckk" You hear Seungcheol breathes out into your shoulder "You must like that with the way you're clamping on my cock so hard". He picks up his pace causing you to cry out as the tip of his cock slams into your cervix with each thrust. Your head leaned forward as you watch Mingyu lick you over and over again. Clean your release from your folds as Seungcheols pounds into you, before flicking his tongue up over your clit. A sensation growing deep in your stomach has you worried. " 'Gyu wait..." you cry out "Som' thin's wrong" you slur out as your body starts to shake in his arms. "Your good baby girl" he coos to you "take it baby, you can do it" Your legs are shaking, trying to clamp shut as Mingyu attaches his mouth to your clit again, sucking you in. "Fuckkk" you cry, "Please 'Coups... I'm gonna pee" you cry, tears pricking the corner of your eyes "Gyu" you cry, looking down at him, His eyes shifting up to meet yours. A smirk spreading on his face, he detaches his mouth from you but brings his fingers up. You watch as he pushes the small hood of skin back, exposing your swollen nub to him. His mouth coming back down, his tongue connecting with it. 

The second his tongue swipes over your nerve you are seeing white. You let out a strangled cry as your eyes roll back in your head, your back arching as your gush clear liquid all over Seungcheol's cock. "Fuck princess" Seuncheol grunts "Fucking squirting for us to" he slows his thrusts to allow you to come down once more. You'r panting, vision blurry from the tears in your eyes. Your hands gripping Seungcheol's arms, leaving little half moon shapes in them from your nails. Your body is slumped back against his chest. Your gasping as Seungcheol lowers your legs. "You are doing so good princess" he coos into your ear. Lifting your hips he slowly eases out of you. You whimper at the feeling of emptiness. "Don't worry, we're not done yet" he chuckles as he turns you to face him. A leg thrown on each side of him as you straddle his waist. Sinking back down on his hard length, a moan slipping past your lips. His hands coming up to cup your face as he leans in, gently pressing his lips to yours. His kiss is sweet and calming. 

As Seungcheol is distracting you with his sweet kisses, you feel Mingyu's hands on your ass. Spreading your cheeks apart, you hear the sound before you feel it. He hocks a glob of warm spit right on your puckered hole. You jerk and whimper in surprise when you feel his finger swipe against your hole. "Shhh. Its okay princess, he's just prepping you okay" Seungcheol coos while cupping your face. You nod your head in agreement before leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder. Seungcheol looks up at Mingyu and gives him a nod to continue. You feel Mingyu swirling his finger over your puckered hole before he gently pushes in. Your spine straightens a bit at the sensation, a small whimper muffled by Seungcheol's shoulder. His hands running up and down your back, while you cockwarm him. After a few minutes Mingyu has successfully inserted two fingers into your ass, scissoring them to spread you open. 

He pulls them out and quickly lines his cock up. Rubbing the bulbous head of his cock against your hole, coating it in his pre before he slowly pushed it in. "Ohh Fuck" you moan out as he stretches you open. His hand coming up to grip your shoulder. "You okay pretty?" he asks as he stalls, letting you get used to the tip of his cock in your asshole. "Mmhmm" you hum out as you shake your head "Please Gyu.. fill me up pleaseee" you whine out to him. He wastes no time in sinking the rest of his length into you. A string of curses leaves his lips as your hole wraps around him, hugging him like you were made for him. "Such a good girl" Seungcheol coos as he kisses your forehead. "Were gonna move now okay" "Please" you choke out. With out another words Mingyu is pulling out slowly till just his tip is in you. As he pushes back in seungcheol begins to pull his cock out of your pussy till again just the tip is in you. They work in tandem when one pulls out the other thrusts in so you are never empty. It doesn't take long for them to pick up their pace.

"Fuck yesss right there please" you cry out, your body jilting with each thrust of their cocks. "Yeah, you like this pretty" Mingyu asks as he grips your shoulder. "You like being full of our cocks huh princess" Seungcheol ask's. You nod your head feverishly. Your hips rolling in time with their thrust's, your breasts jiggling with each push as they are smashed against Seungcheol's chest. His hands come around your body, one palm on each of your ass cheeks as he pulls them apart, spreading you open for Mingyu. "Fuck dude" Mingyu moans out, his eyes watching as his cock disappears inside of you "She's swallowing me so well" His hips slamming into your ass with each thrust. "I know" Seungcheol says looking up at him "I can feel you inside her" he grunts out. "Harder" You cry out "Please harder" your hands gripping Seungcheol's shoulder as the boys thrust up harder and harder into you. 

"Fuck princess" Seungcheol grunts "Your clenching around me so tight I'm not gonna last much longer" "Me either pretty" Mingyu adds in "Your ass is so tight" You sit up and lean back, your back now met with Mingyu's chest. Your hands coming up to twist and pull on your nipples in Seungcheol's face. "Fuck yeah just like that baby girl, play with yourself for us. Show us how bad you want us" He grunts out as you play with yourself for them, Mingyu's head resting on your shoulder watching you. "Open" he says as he reaches his hand forward and places two fingers in seungcheol's mouth, coating his fingers with his saliva before pulling them out and trailing them down to your puffy clit. He presses into your sensitive bud and starts to rub circles. Your body begins to jerk. "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!" you chant as your body rushes toward another orgasm. Seungcheol leans forward pushing your hand away before latching his mouth onto your nipple. Sucking it into his mouth before gently clamping his teeth down on it and flicking it with his tongue. 

Thats all you need. You vault over the edge. Your body convoluting above them as both of your holes contract and squeeze them. Their names spilling from your lips in a mantra of need. "Oh fuck" Mingyu cries "I cant hold it anymore, I'm gonna cum" His thrusts start to falter. "Where do you want me to cum pretty" he grunts out, very obviously trying to hold off his release. "In me" you whine "please want both you to fill me up" "Shit" you hear Mingyu whines as his hips slam into you and still. You can feel him twitching inside of you as he paints the walls of your asshole white with his cum. The sensation of feeling Mingyu's cock twitching through your thin walls sends Seungcheol over the edge to. "fuck, fuck, fuckkk" he grunt out as his hips still as well. He dumps ropes of hot cum deep into your tight cunt. "Holly shit" he breaths out into the side of your neck. 

Mingyu grips your hips as he slowly eases himself out. You hiss at the soreness left behind. "I'm sorry" he says as he's pressing light kisses onto your back and shoulder blades. "Its okay Min'" you breath out. You grip the back of the couch as you begin to lift yourself up off of Seungcheol, his hands coming to your hips to help you unsheathe his softening cock from your pussy. He guides you back down onto his lap, cradling you as he grabs a blanket to wrap around you. You nestle your head into the crook of his neck as he hugs you to his body. Mingyu coming to sit next to you, rubbing your back. "You did amazing Y/N" Seungcheol says as he kisses the top of your head. 

"Yeah, you took both of us so well" Mingyu adds. You look up smiling at both of them. "I'm so glad I have the both of you" you say to them. "For as long as you want, right Seungcheol" Mingyu says before kissing your cheek "Right" Says Seungcheol "Min', why don't you go start a bath for her so she can relax, while I go heat the oven, I'll make cookies" He smiles up at his friend before he left the room. Seungcheol lifts and places you on the couch gently before exiting for the kitchen. There you sat naked, with both your roommates cum leaking out of both your holes. You smile to yourself, realizing the next roommate night was your night to pick the activity, and you knew exactly what the three of you would be doing.

[ceilidho]

sneak peek of "fig. 1. hand in dog mouth"

“Fuckin’ gym isnae giei’ me a free month even though ah have tae drive tae practically the other side o’ the country tae get a decent pump in.”

“Mate, I can’t understand you when you get all worked up,” Gaz sighs on the other end of the phone, probably pinching the bridge of his nose. A lot of their conversations end up that way, one of them quickly losing patience with the other until the call abruptly ends.

Johnny drops his gym bag in the back and slams the car door shut, rounding to the other side to get in on the driver’s side. 

“Ah said, they aren’y refunding me fer the month even though the other location is on the other side o’ town. That’s a half hour back ‘n forth,” he gripes. The call switches to bluetooth a couple seconds after starting the car, Gaz’s exasperated voice coming from the speaker instead of his cell. 

“Don’t you already get a discount?”

“That’s jus’ fer bein’ a vet. This is completely different. It’s gonna be closed fer a month fer renovations. Ah cannae do this fer a whole month.”

“Hey, I know where you live. Aren’t there other gyms around that you could go to instead?”

“Are ye out o’ yer fuckin’ mind, Gaz? Ah’m no’ payin’ ten quid fer a fuckin’ day pass when ah already pay out the nose fer a membership.” 

“No need to get mad at me, mate, I’m just giving you suggestions.” 

“Well, keep them tae yerself if they’re all that bad.”

“Okay, this has been a great chat. I hope you blow a tire on the way there and try calling me for help so I can ignore it.”

The call ends with a loud beep and Johnny barks out a laugh as he reverses out of his spot, looping out of the lot and onto the main road.

He takes the highway because most of the slush and snow has long been cleaned off, though his wipers pump back and forth furiously to keep the snow flurries from sticking to the windshield. That already sets the tone for his evening. He nearly gets in an accident twice on the way there, everyone losing their ability to drive the second the weather is even slightly bad. 

He should just be lucky his gym even has another branch. They could’ve left him high and dry for the month, forced him to go to one the other gyms in his neighborhood that don’t offer the same range of weights and veteran’s discount. 

Worse, he could’ve been left with no choice but to use Gaz’s guest pass to his exorbitantly overpriced luxury gym downtown. Even the thought makes Johnny shudder. It could always be worse.

It’s so much more than just the drive that he hates about the other location. Like the first time he came here months ago when an appointment on the other side of town made him think it would be more convenient to pop in rather than heading back home for his workout, the parking lot is packed when he arrives, and he has to circle the lot twice before a spot frees up. 

The gym is similarly packed when Johnny walks in, and his mood darkens as he scans the weight section for a free bench. None in sight. Just meathead after meathead lining the far wall, huffing and puffing with each rep, dumbbells scattered around. 

Headphones slipped on and music loud enough to make his ears ring, he heads to the treadmills instead. Better to just start his workout like usual and hope for the best. 

The air stinks of sweat and hormones, alpha pheromones wafting through the gym and leaving not a corner untouched. It’s one of the reasons he prefers the location closer to his place—convenience aside, his location is mainly frequented by betas and omegas, the odd alpha not having much of an impact on the overall vibe. 

It’s not that he doesn’t have plenty of alpha friends (Gaz being just one of them), it’s just that sometimes he likes being the biggest, meanest thing in the room. Keeps him in line. Keeps him from being the stupid shit he is ninety-nine percent of the time, as Gaz would say. He likes to be the only one posturing. 

So he doesn’t relish being forced to work out with a million carbon copies of himself. It’s nothing Johnny isn’t used to at least—a decade in the military and a lifetime of contact sport before that had been enough of an education in coexisting with other alphas—but it leaves him on edge, muscles bunching up until his shoulders are nearly up to his ears. 

Running loosens him up. Distracts him from the urge to sink his teeth into something tender and shake until it bleeds. 

A brisk walk to a light jog to a full on sprint. Tongue suctioned to the roof of his mouth, sharpened canines throbbing. The most natural state in the world—legs pumping under him faster and faster, the faint memory of bare feet on a cold forest floor turning over loose soil with every stride. The steady pound of his feet against the ground rumbling through him.

It’s a pale imitation of the real deal, but the taste of salt and rust on the back of his tongue keep him grounded. The beast in his chest rumbles its approval. 

When a bench finally frees up, Johnny has to dash across the gym when he sees another alpha nearby eyeing his spot. He reaches the bench a few seconds before the other man though, slinging his sweat-drenched towel across the seat to claim it as his. The alpha hovers for a tense second, face screwed up in anger and nostrils flared like he might put up a fight for it. 

Do it, Johnny almost growls, teeth itching. Try it and see what happens.

Lucky for both of them that the other alpha knows when to cut his losses. He shoulder checks another alpha as he stomps back to the leg press machine and nearly starts a whole other fight, but that’s none of Johnny’s business. 

He cringes when he finally looks down at the bench only to find someone’s back outlined in sweat. Entitled shitheads at this gym can’t even be bothered to clean up after themselves. 

The noxious miasma of alpha stench would make his eyes water if he weren’t so used to it. Pungent and sharp, like gargling brine. 

A month can’t go by quick enough.

He leaves feeling worse than when he came in. Shoulders tight with tension and irritation crackling through him. Doesn’t even bother throwing a halfhearted see you later to the front desk workers on his way out. The height of rudeness. Not even rude so much as just not him; Johnny likes to talk, he likes to be friendly with the staff. It speaks to the anger riding high in his blood that he can’t even pretend. 

To make it worse, his car is covered in snow when he makes it back, forcing him to spend an extra five minutes cleaning the shit off before he can finally leave. 

It’s untenable. He can mind his ego for a paycheck, but on his own time his patience curls up into a ball in his chest and goes to sleep. It’s not a question of if he’ll lose his temper but when. Inevitable. His pugnacity has always been his downfall; his Achilles’ heel. Always cutting himself down on a sharp tooth.

The rosary beads dangling from the rearview window sway with the car when he takes a tight turn. 

“Ah ken,” Johnny mumbles to himself, silver cross glinting under the stoplight. “Ah can do a month. Ah can keep it together.”

[shimonerin]

"Tell Me Why I Married You Again?"

Content: Half of the school ships the teacher and the coach, not knowing they're married

Tags: use of "ma'am/mrs." to the reader, fluff, bickering, old married couple vibes

Word Count: 848

The sound of fists smacking hard against the ball and the high-pitched squeak of the boys’ sneakers can be heard even before you could enter the gym. It’s 3 pm and, as usual, there was an ongoing session of volleyball training. Interhigh Preliminaries are near but that doesn’t mean you’re going to let this slide.

Pushing open the sliding doors, the warm air of, well, sweat filled the enclosure. One of the reasons you don’t like going here. 

“Hinata, nice spike! Keep it up!” Ukai’s loud, booming voice echoed throughout the gym. As expected, he didn’t really notice your presence, despite standing near the doorway. God, he is such an idiot sometimes.

“Hey, Keishin.” Your voice, low yet firm, seemed to catch the attention of everyone. Not exactly how you wanted this to happen.

Ukai seemed startled at your presence, his eyes widening and his mouth agape “Hey! Uh, (Y/N)? What are you doing here?”

With your hands on your hips, he knew exactly why you’re here. He just didn’t want to make a fool of himself. 

You could already see the shit-eating grins on some of the boys’ faces, specifically Tanaka and Noya’s. You rolled your eyes and stepped forward “Where are the jerseys? The principal has been grilling my ass over this for two days now.” You told him, a gaze that only an annoyed wife would give plastered on your face.

Last weekend, there was an emergency. Apparently, during one of their out-of-school jogs around the area, Hinata and Kageyama, expectedly, fell into one of the mud pits. This leads to Ukai having to take two of the spare school uniforms in your classroom, which you let him. What you didn’t know was the fact the principal was keeping tabs over these.

He crossed his arms over your chest, looking off to the side as he tried to explain, tumbling over some of the words “W-Well, you know I didn’t really had time to…wash it yet…with the store and the training and all…” His words sheepishly drawled across his lips.

You raised an eyebrow “Why did I know you would do that?”

“Oh, come on! I-I’ll wash it tomorrow, I promise! I’d even give it to the principal himself if you’re too busy!” He exclaims, rubbing the back of his head as he looks at you with a pleading look.

By this point, the boys are already snickering behind their back. Probably finding more ways to tease the both of you.

“Do you really think I’m stupid, Keishin?” You scoffed “I’m letting you do whatever so you better keep your word, you hear?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Noya suddenly perked up from his place “Why don’t we just wash it for you, Coach? You should focus on taking Mrs. (Y/N) out for dinner tonight. She seems pretty pissed.”

Daichi smacked the back of his head as soon as his words left his mouth. But the others couldn’t help but chuckle. It’s a bit of an inside joke to the students to ship the both of you together. 

Ukai clicked his tongue at their antics “Hey, Noya, if you don’t zip your-”

“We were actually going to check out that new ramen place by the corner.” You quickly cut him off, leading to a lot of cheers and jeering among the gym.

Lots of “See? I told you they were dating!”, “Wait til everybody hears about this!”, and “I knew that the first time I saw Coach bring Mrs. (Y/N) a cup of coffee!”

Keishin had the brightest red on his cheeks, pinching the bridge of his nose. With all the (silly) bickering you do with your husband, it doesn’t hurt to tease him from time to time.

You turned back to the boys and furrowed your eyebrows “What do you mean dating? Didn’t you already know?”

A chorus of “Huh?” erupted from the team

You grabbed Keishin’s hand and held out the glinting wedding ring on his finger before putting up your hand in comparison “We’re married. For 3 years now. Ever wonder why we bicker so much?”

Needless to say word got out very, very quickly. And a string of new jokes by the Karasuno Volleyball Team were continuously thrown at Ukai every day. 

“You made my life miserable.” He groaned, resting his head on your shoulder while you were on the couch, grading some of your students’ assignments “You should pay for that.”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

“I don’t!”

You smirked to yourself, letting out a small chuckle. You ran your free hand over his hair, giving it a gentle massage “Alright, I’ll take it back. We’re divorced now, then?”

“No, God!” He’d shout, his head shooting up from your words as his eyebrows scrunched up together “You’re an asshole sometimes, you know that?”

You let out a low hum of amusement, turning to him with hearts in your eyes. “Sometimes, I wonder why I even let you put a ring on me.”

Ukai couldn’t understand how he can love someone more than he already does. He guesses you’re a living example of that.

[heartyluv]

I've finished binge reading you Caleb fics, and oh my god. My faves are definitely the camboy!caleb series, MAKES ME THINK THAT what if their next content is that his wife made him consume aphrodisiac chocolates? I'M SO SORRY IF IT IS FILTHY but yk, what if 👀

Note: Babe….you’re a genius. I’ve been thinking about how I should do this and there was only one correct answer: SUBBY CALEB!!!! I feel like I go to a different place when I write Camboy!Caleb, too LOLL And please, nothing is too filthy around here. I LOVE IT!!! I hope you enjoy, luv. 🫶🏽

Creds to @/anitalenia for the divider!!

Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Word Count: 2,800

Warnings: Smut, Caleb is so needy, he unknowingly consumes the aphrodisiac (but he’s okay with it because it’s from you duhhh), you’re kinda dominating him, HE’S EATING THAT 🐱, the sex is being LIVE-STREAMED!!!

NeedyCamboy!Caleb/Reader

You sat down at your desk, getting the camera and your monitors ready to start live-streaming a game your audience has been enjoying watching you play. Even though where you and Caleb post your content is a site meant for everything related to sex, you were graced with a collective of people who loved you and your husband as people, just as much as they loved to see you two fuck.

The grin on your face was hard to contain as you clicked the bright red start button, and the number of viewers spiked rapidly. Dozens turned to hundreds and hundreds became a few thousand. The comments were flying as the people greeted you.

iluv2cum: OMG YES YOU’RE PLAYING TODAY

deepspacegirlie4Life: where’s caleb??

ima$lutandi0wnit: you look so gooddd

“Hey, guys,” you waved before adjusting your headphones. You bit your bottom lip, seeing the number of questions increase as everyone became curious about what has you smiling so hard.

“So, I did a little something…” The chat raved with anticipation. You leaned in to whisper, your mouth close to the microphone. “I gave Caleb an aphrodisiac.”

Covering your mouth with your hands, the giddiness that coursed through you was so hard to contain. They demanded the story and it was only because he was in the shower that you could deliver.

“He came home from the gym—Caleb loves chocolate, by the way. But, he came home, and I showed him the box of cute little chocolates. Immediately, he popped one in his mouth.” You threw your hands up in the air dramatically, making yourself laugh as you thought about how you were mid explanation and he plucked one in between in his lips. “I didn’t even have the chance to tell him anything about it. Most I got to say was a lie and that was that it’s supposed to help him focus. His ass is greedy.”

You let them know that you warned him to only have the one for reasons so stupid you couldn’t say without laughing at yourself. Then, you took the time to see what people were saying. Many were asking if it worked or if you two planned on recording a video for it.

“I’m not sure, honestly,” you shrug. “He ate it, went to get cleaned up, and has been in the bathroom for like twenty minutes now. It takes thirty for it to kick in, I think. As for a video, I didn’t even think about it. But it’s a whole box, so maybe we can use it in the future,” you wiggle your eyebrows mischievously.

“But enough chit-chat. Let’s get into it!”

While you were interacting with fans and enjoying yourself, Caleb was having an experience that for him, has come out of absolutely nowhere. Now, he’s used to being horny and desperate. Because of the job he does and the person he gets to do it with, those feelings weren’t foreign. Honestly, they didn’t even need to be provoked. If he thought about or is around you, his cock is just as ready as he is.

But that’s the thing. He wasn’t around you and he wasn’t thinking about you in this moment. What he was thinking as he dried himself off and got dressed, was the new aircraft he was going to put together once he finished. He couldn’t understand why his cock was hard and aching, but it wasn’t like it threw him off or anything. As a man, there were times where his dick had a mind of its own, so he figured this was one of those instances.

Caleb tried to shake it off, not wanting to interrupt your streaming because he knew how important your game was to you and felt that he could wait until you finished if the urge to come was still there.

She said those chocolates help with focusing. Maybe I could eat another one, he thought to himself as he opened the box once he walked into the kitchen. What was supposed to be one became two and two became three. Your poor husband didn’t know it yet, but he was fucked.

The throbbing in his dick only grew when he sat at the dining table. He couldn’t focus. It was impossible to when all he craved was to fuck your brains out. He’s been there for almost forty minutes, yet he’s barely touched the small blocks that were scattered across the wooden surface.

“I can’t fucking do this,” he grumbled to himself, a soft groan falling past his lips when he palmed his cock through his sweats. His sensitivity had even increased. He didn’t know what the fuck was causing this, but he couldn’t wait anymore.

He walked to your shared bedroom where your setup was, opening the door to see your pretty face laughing with everyone. You must be taking a break since the game is minimized and the only thing on the screen is you.

“Oh, hey babe,” you beamed. “Come, come, they wanna see you.” You gestured for him to get closer. One thing about your man—he doesn’t beat around the bush and he wasn’t about to do it now. While he didn’t want to pull you away from what you were doing, he needed something—anything.

Caleb walked toward you and the bulge in his pants was something impossible to miss. You pressed your lips together to suppress your amusement, but it was swiped off immediately because your husband spun your chair to face him, sunk to his knees before you, and threw your legs over his shoulders. You yelped, eyes wide as you looked between him and your screen to your left.

“Caleb!” you giggle in surprise. “Wait! I’m live—oh, fuck..” His pressed a kiss onto your panty clad pussy, pressing his nose deep between your lips and inhaling your scent like it would calm the raging desire in his chest. It only fueled it.

He was so hard that it was hurting and the fact that he instinctively knew he could get off if he ate you out, was blowing his mind. His tongue licked a long stripe up your clothed slit, using your whimpers as his indicator that you wanted more. All that teasing shit was off the table for him. He needed to come and only you were able to help him do that.

You being live only became his driving force.

The camera captured how your chest rose and fell with bated breath while your hand nestled itself into Caleb’s hair as his mouth made itself at home between your thighs. Your large diamond ring shined in the frame, showing everyone who you belong to. Impatiently, he pulled back just enough to slide the thin material down your legs, throwing them to land somewhere unimportant while he indulged himself in his saving grace.

All while he feasted on you for thousands to see, he felt how his leaking cock was only dirtying his once fresh clothes. He uttered not one word as he took your clit into his mouth, as he stuck his tongue inside your tight hole—not even when he spit on your pussy and smeared it across his canvas as he painted the perfect picture.

You moaned prettily for him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the wet sounds of your slick and his saliva came together to curate something so beautifully erotic.

“Baby,” you whined, bucking your hips. “I’m gonna come…Hold on—”

He wasn’t waiting. Not only because he needed you to come but by some miracle, he was close himself. Caleb was a man who needed stimulation in order to finish, but he was so close as all he did was cater to your wet cunt. Whatever was going on with him, eating you out was what was about to make him come in his pants.

The chat was flying. But you nor him knew that because you were so focused on each other. You hadn’t even noticed that the 3,000 views you had jumped to almost 10,000. What made it even more crazy? People had to pay to be able to view anything on your page and being able to participate in livestreams was an extra fee. What was happening was being shared and people were so eager to see that they were paying you two for it.

At the same time that you tensed, your orgasm crashing into you and making your grip tighten in his fluffy locks, his hips stuttered as they humped against nothing but the material of his underwear for friction. You cried out, chanting his name over and over as he hummed into your sensitive flesh from contentment after having some kind of relief. Cum now made his cock sticky and yours made his face wet.

But he was still hard.

When he looked up at you, his face was soaked and lips were flushed. You smiled lazily at him as he stood, your core clenching when you saw the wet spot that formed at the front of his pants.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” he panted, pulling his shirt off and tugging his pants down next. He made you stand, pulling your shirt off and got you both naked to all the people watching. “But I need you to fuck me, baby.”

It’s a different type of buzz for him to ask you to be the one to fuck him. Of course you’ll do it. But, you’re shocked that one piece of chocolate did this to him.

“It was the chocolate,” you grinned as he kissed you neck. He froze.

“The chocolate?” he questioned again and you nodded. “I ate like three more!”

“What! Why?!” you exclaimed in laughter, but his hard dick that was still needing some help, found this everything but funny. It was angry and only your sweet pussy could calm it.

“I can’t even talk,” he shook his head, curious about what was in that small treat but not enough to wait any longer. “If I don’t fuck you in the next few seconds, my dick is gonna fall off.”

You huff out a laugh. “Get on the bed,” you cooed, kissing his hard chest.

“I guess you guys are getting your video,” you teased, turning to grab your small camcorder off its holder. “I’m not posting it either, so I hope you’re recording it, you freaks.”

You tsked as you approached him and climbed into the bed to get on top of your husband. The camera catches his tall and hard body splayed out so perfectly in the bed, making you feel nothing but lust and pride that all of this was yours. Your thighs rest on either side of his hips as his cockhead brushed against your slit, making your body titter with delight.

“My naughty husband ate more than he was supposed to,” you mockingly frowned. “Now he needs me to make it all better, doesn’t he?”

He nodded, gripping your hips tightly as if you ground him—and you do. His hips jerks with the desire to be inside you already.

“Please…I wanna come, I need to..” he begs. You hold the camera in one hand, using your other to swipe a thumb across his wet lip. Slowly, you slide it inside his mouth and your pussy squeezes around nothing when he gently sucks on the digit.

“You’re so good,” you praise, your voice low and raspy. “Pretty boy…” He looks up at you with so much love, appreciation, and need.

You gently rock your hips, sliding your puffy lips back and forth around his length. “Put your dick inside me, Caleb,” you demand breathlessly, your body overwhelmed with need. While you haven’t eaten the chocolate, with the way you’re feeling, you wouldn’t be surprised if this is exactly what he’s experiencing.

You raise yourself to help him and angle the camera so that it captures the view and the sound of how he slides inside your walls like a hot knife going through butter—With ease. Already familiar with the territory, you don’t need to take a minute to become familiarized when his thick cock takes up all the space inside your velvet walls

“That’s it…” he breathes, his hand snaking up your body to grab your tits. “You’re so fucking tight…I need you to move…” he pleads.

“Yeah?” you taunt, unable to mask your own bliss despite how much you’re poking fun at him. “I can feel you twitching, baby. Let me feel how desperate you are, hm?”

Your hips rise and fall just enough, and you grind your hips to give your clit the attention she craves. Behind you on the computer, your views have doubled and the amount of love, adoration, and money you’re getting is something that could be put in a fucking history book.

“Use me,” you pant, unable to hold the camera anymore. You haphazardly position it on a nearby pillow, and you don’t even care if it’s perfect. All it needs to do is let everyone see how good you make each other feel.

Caleb doesn’t need to be told twice. He holds you in his hands as he slams into you from below, your nipples grazing against his firm chest as you take his cock with the intensity he’s delivering. As your gummy walls suffocate his dick, all that matters in this moment is the needy man beneath you.

His face shows nothing but undeniable satisfaction—All the way from his hooded gaze as he watches his cock be lathered in your juices, to his lips that he can’t stop licking and gnawing on, and the glorious sounds that he makes.

Tears prickle in your husband’s eyes from how intoxicating everything feels and you lean down to kiss them away before they can fall. You don’t care for chocolate much, but on his lips, it becomes a delicacy. He accepts the kiss like it’s his lifeline, eager to feel your soft lips move with his.

“You feel so good,” he whimpers against your mouth, his cheeks burning with love and bliss. Your walls suck him in, holding him so snuggly like you were made to keep him safe. “Just a little more, baby.. Please don’t stop…”

Your back arches when he holds you close, his strong hand pressing your head down and close to him as your foreheads press together. Yours and his breath push and pull as he ruts into you, the intimacy so mind-numbing.

Neither of you can alert the other when both of you come so hard that it makes you cry out each other’s name. Your pussy wraps around him like it never wants to let go, squeezing him with everything you have as his thick ropes of sticky cum paint your insides.

He groans deliciously, putting so much pressure on your hips to keep you close that you know it’ll bruise. Yours thighs twitch as he stays seated inside you.

You keep grinding to ride out the high, only adding to the overstimulation. Once you can’t take it anymore, you stop your movements entirely.

“You okay?” you ask him breathlessly, swiping his damp hair away from his forehead.

He nods. “Thanks to you.” He takes a moment. “Or maybe not. You gave me an aphrodisiac?”

You smile, resting yourself on top of him as he wraps his arms around you. It brings you peace as you hear his heartbeat with your ear to his chest. “You were only supposed to take one, in my defense.”

“You said they helped you focus!” he chuckled.

“I didn’t want to give it away!”

A brief moment passes before you announce the camera. “You know we’re still on live, right?”

“I do.”

“You gonna turn it off?”

“We should.”

Silence.

“But you might want to go again.”

“But I might want to go again,” you say your sentences at the same time.

“You’re doing the work this time.” You turn your head to look into his eyes, love glistening in your irises.

“Not so commanding now, huh?” he raises an eyebrow in challenge.

“Not at all. Your horny ass wore me out.”

You feel him stir to life again inside of you, making you turn to the camera. “I might just end it. You guys shouldn’t get all the good stuff.”

You can’t read the chat, but they’re begging you to keep it on.

bang4bang: PLEASE DON’T END IT

cumminroundthemountain: did anyone else just have the most intense orgasm of their life..?

itsfreaknation: i’ll literally pay double. triple.

polywoly: is your wife looking for a relationship?

c0ckluva: i volunteer to join next time..

No matter what’s being said, none of it is important when Caleb flips you like you’re as light as a feather, his cock still nestled in your cunt when he puts you on your back.

All you know is that the chocolate has now become your partner-in-crime and your worst enemy, but you couldn’t be more excited.

Tags 🏷️: @honeymoonfleur @obeythebutler

[yailtsv]

pls do pazzi x gf!reader!!! maybe one where they’re jealous

💕

Jealous Jealous Girl - p.b & a.f

💌 Syn: some guy hits on you at their game against St. John’s and they get jealous

»»— warnings: poly!!, jealous!P, jealous!A, overprotectiveness, sexual innuendos, sexual flirting

»»— note: I loved writing this lmao

»»— word count: 1.5k

»»— pair: pazzi x gf!reader

“Do you know where my mascara is?” You ask your roommate after you have already done everything else makeup wise

“Yeah, here” she says walking into your room and handing it to you “thank you” you say taking it from her

“Mhm, you almost ready? Jackson’s gonna come over once you leave.” She tells you, mentioning her boyfriend “Do I need to stay with Paige and Azzi tonight?”

“Um yeah if you don’t mind” she says sheepishly with a red face making you giggle “alright let me talk to them and pack a bag” you respond back making her nod and walk out of your room

Hey, can I stay the night at

one of your dorms?

D1 yapper 👅🗣️

Yeah, we were already gonna ask if you wanted to come over after the game. Jana and Allie are planning on going to Teds with a few of the girls, so we’re gonna hang out at my dorm.

Is there something wrong though?

No. Jamie’s gonna have her boyfriend

over and I would like to get some sleep tonight so…

D1 yapper 👅🗣️

🤣🤣 What makes you think you’re getting sleep with us?

Ummmm….😧😧

my princess👸🏽

Don’t break her before we can even see her today Paige.

D1 yapper 👅🗣️

What did I do? 😐 why can’t I flirt with our girl 😩

my princess 👸🏽

Maybe because everytime you flirt with her she becomes a red faced stuttering mess, and she still has to make it inside Carnesecca Arena, and walk past all of the fans that are probably gonna ask for pictures.

Umm should I just…leave this conversation 😃

D1 yapper 👅🗣️

Nope. When will you get to New York?

Im just now leaving my dorm so it’ll be a little bit.

Is there some place you want to meet up?

my princess 👸🏽

Wait outside the locker room when you get here

Read at 3:30pm by you &, D1 yapper 👅🗣️

Putting your phone down you go and grab your shoes putting them on, before grabbing everything you would need to stay the night with your girlfriends and walked out the door and to your car - driving to Carnesecca Arena

While walking in to Carnesecca, Azzi was right and you did have to stop a few times to take pictures with fans but eventually you made your way to the locker room and waited outside like you were told.

After around 10 minutes of scrolling on your phone you heard two voices that you knew extremely well, walking towards the locker room door.

“Hi baby” Azzi says walking out of the locker room and immediately pulling you into a hug once she saw you

“Hi Az, Hi P” you say giving both of them a hug and a kiss “how’s your day been?” Azzi asks twirling a strand of your hair around her finger while Paige still has her arms wrapped around your waist

“Good i ran some errands and did some homework. How was your guys days?” You ask as Paige bends her head down and starts kissing down your neck

“Fine we just went to the gym, had practice and relaxed until game time” Azzi says with both you and her completely ignoring Paige and her kissing

After a little bit of talking with them and or their teammates, it was time for you to go to your seat and for the girls to go warm up.

A little bit after the game started a guy sat next to you “is this seat taken?” He asked literally after he already sat down

“Um no?” You say skeptically making him smile at you and look like he’s about to say something but you turn your head and look back at the court to see Paige staring at you with an expression that you can’t place.

Once you and Paige made eye contact, she kept it until you looked away nervously from the intense contact, making her look over to Azzi and signal her to look at you - seeing exactly what Paige saw which was you talking to a guy that checked you out everytime you looked away- actually no, he didn’t stop checking you out since he saw you in the gym doorway and decided that he was gonna sit next to you.

“You know two of the uconn players are staring at you right?” he asked while shoving popcorn into his mouth “yup, i see them” you say pulling out your phone and acting like your busy “Do you know them?” He says not getting the hint that you don’t want to talk to him “Yeah” you say in a monotone voice

“How?” He asks but gets ignored as you pretended you didn’t hear him, and then Azzi shot a three pointer making you and everyone stand up and cheer

Once you sat back down you stayed looking at the court following your team up and down the court with your eyes, Paige and Azzi have been out for the last 4 minutes taking a break - through those 4 minutes they were staring hard at you and the guy next to you

“So how do you know the team?” he asks again rubbing his finger on your thigh to get your attention. You move your thigh away from his fingers but don’t turn your head to look at him - still watching the teams run back and forth “They’re my friends” you mumble out to him, not really wanting to talk to him at all but also being weary on what you say to the man as you don’t want him to cause a scene

“How’d you meet them? Can you get me their autograph babe? He asks putting his hand directly on your thigh not moving it when you try to push it off “We go to the same school and I’ll try but I can’t promise anything, they’re gonna be really tired after the game” you say completely lying about the trying to get their autograph part - Luckily Sarah gets another three making the perfect conversation stopper

From the UConn bench it looks like your talking to the guy willingly, he is so very obviously flirting and checking you out, your also avoiding eye contact with Paige and Azzi, and they can see his arm is reached out resting on your thigh. What they can’t see from the bench + you being in the middle of a section far from the UConn bench is the discomfort on your face, the way your moving your thigh and trying to get his hand off, the way your avoiding eye contact with him purposely and only focusing on the court.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer” Jana teases Paige and Azzi from the bench making both of them take their eyes off of you and turn to Jana glaring at her

“What? You both are over here staring at her like she’s prey and you’re the predator. She loves both of you, stop being jealous.” Jana tells them before looking back towards the court.

Paige and Azzi turn their heads to look at each other, communicating through their eyes before Geno tells them he’s subbing them back into the game.

After the game and line up all the fans started making their way out except for you and now your shadow “hey, let’s go get coffee or somethin. On me.” He says putting his hand on the small of your back

“Actually that’s not gonna happen.” Paige says coming from behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist pulling you into her chest and away from the guy. Azzi standing right beside her.

“Oh wait Paige, Azzi yooo you guys played awesome tonight.” He said holding his hand out to dap them up

Paige and Azzi both just looked at his hand then to his face making him realize they’re not gonna shake his hand, and he slowly puts his hand down

“Oh um alright. Well if you don’t mind I’m trying to ask this pretty girl out” he said trying to get Paige and Azzi to leave

“Actually we do mind” Azzi says sassily “she’s our girlfriend, she’s not available for you” Paige cuts in pulling you into her more

“Oh uhhh” the guy kinda has a shocked face not really knowing what to say or do “if YOU don’t mind, we’re gonna go and spend time with OUR girlfriend.” Paige says with her voice dripping in jealousy

Her nor Azzi gave him a chance to say anything more and just turned around guiding you in front of them, leaving the guy just standing there with his jaw dropped.

Paige and Azzi haven’t said anything since you guys left that guy on the stairs. They guided you to the locker room and to the car all in silence - the 2 1/2 hour car ride home was also silent.

Right when you guys reached the dormitory and made your way to Paige’s, Paige pushed you into the dorm with her and Azzi following you into the room. Paige leans over Azzi to shut and lock the door before turning around and looking you in the eye “Go to my bedroom, strip, and wait on the bed” Paige demands making you look at both of them and then slowly walk to her bedroom, already knowing how the nights gonna go

@melpthatsme @rebecca-woso

[moongreenlight]

“Realistic Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley headcanons” and then it’s just the fun police.

Mdni. Nsfw below cut.

- It makes me want to scoop my fucking brain out with a spoon when people say that Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley is some shy, anxious soft boy. I really do not believe he’d need to be coddled after a nightmare or babied when he’s feeling angsty. He is fine, y’all. Please don’t call paw patrol.

He is a soldier. He’s a war criminal. He is traumatized to the point of numbness. He is fucked up and weird and insane and honestly I think that we should all let everybody have their thing.

I cannot fix him. I do not want to fix him. I can only make him worse.

- Sorry but I just cannot write him having any kind of romantic feelings toward Soap. I like writing their dynamic more brotherly.

Furthest they’ve gone is ‘locker room gay.’

Like Johnny sends him dick pics on occasion because he thinks it’s funny and it pisses Ghost off.

That being said, I do read the occasional Ghoap fic. I’m not a perfect person. Sometimes it’s just yummy delicious.

- Feel like he’s the kind of freak to intentionally go to the gym without headphones. Something about discipline. Opting to just stare at the wall in front of him while he’s doing cardio or counting repetitions of exercises.

But on the rare occasion that he does indulge himself, he has a playlist of like 5-6 songs he likes and when it ends he just goes back to silence. Divorced dad rock. Chorded headphones only.

- Doesn’t have the debilitating commitment issues as people paint him out to have. Just commitment-phobic. Obviously stems from his past. He’s got that sexy deep rooted fear of abandonment or something horrible happening to people he actually lets close to him. But he’s not completely turned off by the idea of romantic attachments or close friends, just a little hesitant to open himself up to that kind of opportunity.

Probably very cagey about romantic partners. Doesn’t want the guys to know about you. Doesn’t keep pictures of you around his bunk or anything like that. He’s worried it’ll somehow compromise your safety. Worried about you getting swept up in his work.

- Women’s rights? Or Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley? I really do think he’d love to have a partner who lets him provide *everything* for them. He just wants to serve and protect. Wants his bird to be in a gilded cage all nice and safe and reliant on him for survival.

Doesn’t even really like the idea of you going to the grocery store by yourself. Would prefer if you just stayed put and tended his home and cooked him meals and let him dote on you and provide everything you could ever need.

- Has a really strange understanding of technology. He’s fine with the newer military stuff. That’s his element. He can do electrical wiring, set up a TV, install security cameras. That’s all whatever. But a cell phone? He doesn’t give a shit enough to keep up with the new updates and all the new things you have to learn when you get a smartphone. Wishes he would have kept a flip phone.

Texts like this: [OK. See youtonight.]

MAYBE has a private Facebook with no profile picture where the only things on his wall are Price wishing him a happy birthday every year.

His camera roll is like; 97 accidental screenshots of his Lock Screen, a few pictures of him and the task force boys, the inside of his pocket (another accident), a sunrise, a few cool things he found on missions, 34 pictures of Soap and Gaz when they took his phone.

- Insufferable in the early stages of trying to date him. Little to no communication other than basically demanding you meet him somewhere. Texting or talking on the phone? Like pulling fucking teeth. You think he’d rather be dead.

It was a headache getting him to go out in the first place. Maybe you worked at a bar where the guys would come to have a drink after a long day. He’s a little stand-offish but he’s handsome and he knows how to banter well enough for you to be persuaded by a coworker to slip him your number after you complained one too many times about a shit hookup or yet another terrible first date. It takes him nearly two weeks to phone you.

“Didn’t think you’d call.”

“Didn’t think I would either.”

He takes you out once, you think he seems sort-of interested, then he doesn’t phone or text you back for three days. You get over it. A few more dates in. You can tell he’s a bit more relaxed. A bit more open. You’re less worried that you’re a terrible conversationalist. Then he goes on a month long deployment without saying anything in advance. Radio fucking silent yet again. You want to tear your hair out. When he finally gets back, he’ll text you something like [Atthat pub you like. Drinks ?] completely out of the blue. You think you may actually go insane.

- Once he’s gotten used to you, it’s like the sole purpose of his life is to be your protector even if you’ve only recently convinced yourself he may want something casual. You’re small and grab-able. He knows how nasty people can be and what think when they see you. He needs to know that you’re taken care of, kept safe from such a scary world.

So he’ll just linger around you. All the time. Standing behind you when you’re at the till at the store, staring down the cashier who was only trying to be friendly when they asked if you had any fun plans for the rest of the day. Big arms folded over his chest. Looming so largely he threatens to eclipse you without taking a single step forward. Eyes burning a hole into the poor person who hastily finishes the transaction without another word.

Walking silently next to you in the evenings after you’re both off work; close enough to brush shoulders, but that’s about it. Listening to you chirp on about your day. Occasionally offering a small grunt of acknowledgement or a few words of interjection. Always walks on the side of the path that he thinks could pose you the most immediate danger. Shielding you from what may lurk in a darkened alley or a hedge or a small thicket of trees.

Scary dog privilege, but like… for when you go to fill your car up with gas in broad daylight in a good part of town and he insists on standing out there with you. ‘Just in case’ If he even lets you out of the car in the first place.

- AND OFF THAT POINT. I think once he’s decided that he’s actually fond of you, it goes from zero to a hundred so fast it makes your head spin.

Like the last time you spoke, it was still unclear on if you were keeping things casual or not and now you’re at dinner and the waiter just asked him if the two of you wanted dessert and Simon just grunts “dunno. Ask the missus.” ??? He sucks so bad I NEED him.

- As much as I love an overly possessive and jealous Simon, I saw this tweet that said “My girlfriend can wear what she wants because she’s a hoe and I knew that before we started dating” and it changed my life.

He’s secure enough not to need to cause a scene if someone makes a pass on you in public. He understands that you’re attractive and that other people are bound to find you attractive too. (Not that he doesn’t still want to pull their fingernails out one by one, threatening them and everything they love for daring to exist near you. He’s just got better control over himself than that. King.)

He knows he’s better than any of your other options. Nobody else could keep you as safe as he could. They don’t know the world like he does. They don’t know how breakable you are. How sweet and naive you can be.

Not to say he isn’t overly jealous and possessive, he just won’t pitch a fit in public.

LIKE dragging him to the bar with your friends and he sits at the table with all of your drinks. Him watching you dancing out of the corner of his eye, seeing some prat come up and grab your ass in passing. Or a group of guys dancing with your friends getting a little *too* close to you for his liking. He doesn’t do anything while the two of you are out- not wanting to ruin your fun. But that night after you’ve gotten back to his flat (He insisted. Closer to the bar. Uber was cheaper.) and he’s tearing your miniskirt off like it’s personally offended him. He’ll be a little rougher. A little more liberal with the marks his mouth leaves on your collarbones and inner thighs. His strong hands will grab at the fat of your hips a little harder than he should- leaving bruises where his fingers dug in. He’ll lean over you while you’re split open with his length, snarling down at you. “Had everyone’s attention tonight, didn’t you, pet?“ “You like havin’ eyes on you?” “Greedy fuckin’ slag.” “Can’t appreciate what you have.” “Need a reminder of who you’ve got to impress.” Maybe he’ll take you in front of a mirror, massive hand fixed on your jaw. Jerking your face up so you have to look at yourself being ruined by him. How pretty and slutty you look when your makeup is ruined by the tears he’s fucking out of you.

- He calls you ‘bird’ or ‘pet’ more often than anything else. A little on the nose for how he treats you. Like you’re some small, frail thing that can’t go a day without him. Stripped of your natural survival instincts and instead leaning on him for support and comfort and food and shelter. Just how he likes it.

GOD he’s a fucking freak. Gross and mean and fucked in the head. Makes my stomach hurt. I hate him. I wish I was schizophrenic so I could vividly hallucinate him.