#I'm angry that the one got so intense about me so fast but I'm not allowed to express that

[schnaf]

day 23 aka THE COUNTDOWN IS OVER - jungsu's past birthday brrrr ppoppos

[stigmasochist]

i need to be held

[boysmentfs]

Gym Opening.

With the amazing @kylestfs

The time was 9 in the morning, Louis finished breakfast with his mother, since his father was currently on a business trip, he got up from the chair and washed his dishes, His mother looked at him with pride, she had raised a kind, cute and responsible boy.

"Okay mom, it's time for me to go to school because I don't want to be late" he approached his mom and gave his a kiss on the cheek while grabbing his backpack.

"Have a nice day, son!" His mother shouted as Louis left the house and headed to school, once he entered his friends greeted him and began to talk about movies and video games, until the bell rang, so everyone went to their classrooms.

The hours passed, Louis had lunch at school with his classmates, took some more classes and so the day went by and now the clock read 3 pm, Indicating that it was time to leave, the bells rang and so everyone began to gather their things and began to go home

"Hey Louis" his friend said as he ran up behind him and gave him a small pat on the back.

"What's up, John? Do you have something to tell me? I need to get home and start doing the homework the teacher's gave us."

"No, nothing, I just wanted to ask you if you would like us to go together" John commented.

"Is that it? No problem, I can go alone, you don't need to accompany me, I'm not a little kid." Louis started laughing

"Well, if you want it that way, no problem, see you tomorrow, take care!" John commented as he left school and headed home.

Louis closed his locker, put his backpack on his back and started walking towards his house, he left school and headed towards his house, as he was walking he passed near a new gym.

"Wow, another gym, we don't need more of those, we need more comic book stores" Louis muttered to himself And before he could take another step, someone behind him covered his eyes and pulled him into the gym.

Once Louis was inside, he felt himself being sat in a chair, his hands tied, and he could clearly hear the gym door being locked.

"Help! Who are you and what do you want from me?"

The guy who had blindfolded him removed the blindfold so that Louis could see who had "kidnapped" him.

When the blindfold was removed, he saw that he was inside the gym.

The light in the gym was somewhat warm but at the same time somewhat dark, The guy felt a little scared, he wanted to ask for help but he knew that the boy in front of him could knock him down quickly, In front of him was a tall, muscular, bearded guy, he looked like one of those guys people called "jocks" and was able to confirm it, since it gave off a smell... Strange.

"He smelled like sweat..." Louis murmured.

But an acidic sweat and he also smelled like some semen, the smell of the gym was very intense and that made he head spin, When he looked around there were some exercise machines, benches, weights and all that stuff.

"To start with... You might be wondering, Who am I? Why did I kidnap you, well, I'm shake, the owner of this new gym I am 30 years old and why did I kidnap you? Well, We don't need such disappointing and nerdy people in this world, ya know?"

Louis didn't know what he meant by that, he wanted to get up from the chair to hit him but... His hands were tied and also...

The height of both was very obvious, the boy was super small next to the muscular guy, the nerd was barely 1'45 while the boy in front of him seemed to be 1'88, So even if I wanted to I couldn't knock it down.

"What do you mean the world doesn't need people like me? Explain yourself properly" Louis said in an angry tone.

"Well, you'll see," Shake said with a mocking smile, as he began to untie his hands.

The moment he untied his hands, Louis stood up and tried to run, but unfortunately Shake grabbed him by the shoulder and stopped him.

"Not so fast, nerd"

While with one arm he held Louis' shoulder, the other arm lifted him up and directed Louis towards his hairy, sweaty armpit.

"You inhale the smell, bro... Don't stop, soon you'll be a dumb, muscled guy like me... And above all, my frequent bro"

While Shake was saying that to Louis, Louis was trying to get away from him, but something told him that he wouldn't stop smelling his armpit so he kept doing it, while shake began to say words that Louis did not understand.

"you are a straight brother"

"You like girls"

"You like the smell that your big muscular body gives off"

"That makes you more masculine and manly"

As Shake said those words, Louis began to change.

His straight black hair began to turn a brownish hue as its shape changed from straight to wavy, He also began to grow in height, almost matching the size of the guy from the gym.

His face began to creak a little, as all the little baby fat began to oxidize to give him a more masculine and mature face, His pimples disappeared, his jaw became more defined while his skin also began to soften, His small lips began to enlarge and become fleshy, his nose changed, his brown eyes also changed to a brown color.

His skinny body began to burn, as he began to grow and muscles began to emerge, his clothes could not hold on any longer and tore as his shredded clothes fell to the ground revealing his new body.

He now had two big, juicy pecs, while his shoulders became broader, his torso expanded, his arms became more toned while now his triceps and biceps looked good, His back also expanded and grew giving him a back carved by the gods themselves.

His belly that was thin, now had a pack of 8 well-worked abs while on his sides he had some v-lines, As he continued to sniff Shake's armpit, his Adam's bell grew larger and stood out even more.

"That's it bro... Change and keep smelling my scent, I know you like it"

The changes were still happening, now his legs began to hurt, while his thighs grew to the size of a tree trunk, his calves also exploded, His jeans ripped as they could no longer hold the size, revealing his large, muscular legs as some brown hair emerged from them.

"You're a bro, all your friends are bro's, you're a frat guy"

"You love to leave all your candy inside the girls, you love to breed"

The moment Shake said that, Louis could feel a little excitement in his cock, he could feel it starting to grow in size and so it did, His cock began to grow and thicken, its vulnerable size of 10 centimeters stopped growing, now he had a large anaconda of 20 centimeters, erect and sore.

Now, his feet began to burn and hurt, as they grew in size, his toes lengthened while his feet gained some more flesh to make them look more masculine and worthy of a athletic man, And just like all his clothes, his shoes and socks also ripped off revealing his cute and juicy 15cm feet, The moment his feet came out of his sneakers, they began to give off an unpleasant and stinky smell, just like Shake smelled.

"You love the gym, your whole life is the gym, the girls, your brothers, the parties and the alcohol"

"You hate nerds, you make fun of them and you hit them"

After that, Shake let him go, Louis was surprised to see himself in the mirror that the gym had in front of him.

"What have you done to me!?... Wait- my voice... It sounds different, it sounds deeper"

"Of course bro, you already saw yourself in the mirror, right? A muscular and stinky bro ike us must have a deep, masculine voice, I just need the finishing touch"

Shake took a perfume out of his shorts pocket and began spraying it all over the gym.

"wait, what are you-"

The moment Louis inhaled it, his mind began to blur as his head ached, He put his hands on his head and began to growl.

"Uhh...."

His old memories were beginning to fade, he tried to hold on to them, but the scent of the perfume was too strong, new memories began to flood her mind.

He began to remember that he was always a spoiled child, he was always in the best schools and that his parents were millionaires, he remembered the countless times he had left several girls pregnant.

He began to remember that he started training at the age of 18 and now at 21 he had a body that he loved.

He remembered that he was in college and in the best fraternity, he remembered the countless parties he had had with his brothers.

His mind began to fill with girls and their big boobs, making him feel needy.

Brown hair began to grow in his armpits while a sweaty smell began to come out of them.

He started thinking about his girlfriend and her big boobs, making him came, saying goodbye to his old self.

"Bro! "You've made a mess in my gym"

"Sorry bro, but I couldn't help but cum at the thought of my girlfriend, but it shouldn't bother you, this will give a unique smell to your gym" Jake laughed as he punched him on the shoulder

"Whatever bro, here, go put these pants and boxers on, it's time to train"

Jake grabbed the gray-colored sweatpants and the boxers, headed toward the locker room. Once there he put on his pants and boxers, he saw some AirPods that he recognized as his own, He put them on while grabbing his phone that was in his locker.

"damn it, I look so goooooddd, My girlfriend is very lucky to have me"

[d3wdropz]

Gojo Satoru NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: fem! reader, titty appreciation, spooning position, praise, switch! Gojo, fingering, oral (female and male receiving), cumshot, squirting, teasing, mild public stuffs, roleplay, blindfold use, edging, phone sex, lingerie, mutual masturbation, and hopefully that's it

A/N: wow! Gojo won by a landslide- I shouldn't be shocked but one day I will get to that Douma fic. That silly mother fucker is underappreciated :(- jk I get why- he can eat a bag of dicks

Thank you all so much for the support on the sukuna fic!

Thank you @benkeibear for this lovely banner!

✰- First off, this man is so horny. Like his sex drive is no joke- and so random at that

✰- He'll fuck you for a week straight- pulling you into empty classrooms or gender-neutral bathrooms bc he loves the thrill of someone catching you. One hand clamped over your mouth while the other rubs furiously at your clit, "Sh- you don't want anyone walking in, do you? Fuck- or maybe you do, just felt you clench, baby"

✰-After that week, he just stops and won't feel any sexual desire for like a week and a half

✰- He genuinely isn't doing it to tease you, he's just wacky like that you're pussy does need the break tho, cause damn

✰- When it comes to his blindfold, he loves to wrap it around your head when he's topping. He'll pull on it to bring your back to his chest, or just use it to tease you when he's feeling playful

✰- Overall, Satoru is a huge switch. One round he'll be bending you over a table and fucking your cervix- the next he'll be whimpering and whining while you edge him

✰- His whimpers are soooo hot, he'll be saying "Baby, please, I'm so close, just- fuck- just need more, please, need it so bad" while you lazily fist his cock

✰- The best way to get him to bottom for you is by denying him an orgasm. Just start by sucking his dick- 7 long inches, on the thinner side but it curves so nicely and hits right where you need it- right when he's about to cum stop all movement, just softly hold him until he winds down

✰- Satoru will be breathing so deeply and pushing your head to his dick, "Y/n, you're being so mean, I never make you wait this long" All you have to do is deepthroat his cock for a minute or two and he'll shut up again

✰- The main spot he likes to blow his load is on your face, Satoru looooves seeing his cum spill onto your face, watching your eyes close instinctively as it coats your cheeks

✰- "Awww, you look so perfect like this, babe: covered in my cum. Hey, don't look so angry- you love it"

✰- When it comes to giving you oral, Gojo goes wild on you. He'll make you cum so much and so intensely, all bc he loves the way you taste

✰- He makes it his personal goal to make you cum more than the last time you two fucked- you came four times last night? Be prepared to cum six

✰- His goal might be to make you squirt. The day you do will be the end, this man makes it a competition to see how many times he can make you squirt in one night

✰- Gojo's three fingers deep in your cunt, thumb rubbing fast circles into your bundle of nerves, "Fuuuuuck, that's my girl. Come on baby, know you got another one in there. Squirt for me, sweetie, cum"

✰- Position wise, he loves the one where you spoon (I don't know the name so we're just rolling with it). He feels so close to you and he loves it, especially when he reaches around and starts fondling your titties

✰- Doesn't matter the size, Gojo loves boobs. You got big ole bitties? He's getting a boob-job for his birthday. You're part of the itty-bitty-titty-committee? He's pinching your nipples until you cry

✰- Other than spooning, he really loves cowgirl- where he gets to sit up and just keep his face in your tits, sucking them until their raw and red. He'll smirk up at you and hug you tighter, "Don't be surprised, honey. You were just asking for it when you bounce 'em like that"

✰- Due to his constant traveling and busy schedule, phone sex is a common thing for you two. He'll be away on a mission for a few days and by the first night he's texting you begging for nudes

✰- Satoru buys specific, dark blue expensive sets of lingerie just for these moments. You'll be on the phone with him, working each other to your second orgasm of the night, and right when he's about to cum you stop and tell him "Check your messages- trust me, Toru, you'll love it"

✰- Man will be nutting right then and there after he sees the pics you sent him of yourself in the newest lingerie set he bought for you before he left. Best believe he's buying you another closet full by the time he comes back

✰- Against popular belief, I don't think he likes student x professor roleplay. It feels too personal for him; he takes his teaching very seriously and wouldn't find pleasure in imagining you as one of his students (this is not meant to bash anyone who writes Gojo in this way- I've read some fics that were godly with this premise, I just don't think it fits my idea of him)

✰- Instead, he loves the power trip of you playing some random lady in need. His favorite is you being a needy housewife whose husband is on a trip. It scratches this very specific itch inside him, where you need something that only he can provide

✰- One example being a roleplay where you were a neighbor who got "stuck" opening the window and needed Gojo to get you out. don't worry, you guys were somewhere where no one would see . You two went at it for hours like this, utter filth falling from Satoru's mouth: "Y-you know, I'm starting to think you got stuck on purpose- shit- I don't mind though, been wanting a piece of this for weeks now"

✰- Gojo's aftercare is pretty good, though he expects to be pampered too. He'll get you guys a bath going, with lots of bubbles. After you guys are out, he'll feed you ice cream- probably stealing most of it. But once you're in bed, he becomes such a brat. He won't let you leave for hours and expects you to pet his head the entire time.

✰- You don't mind it, though, he's your little drama-queen

[squirting-sub]

Painful paddle

I'm not very sensitive when it comes to pain during impact play, but I am a masochist and love pain. My dom also loves hurting me, so we picked out a new paddle (pictured below). The cutouts have very sharp edges and light hits warm up the skin really fast.

First, my dom warmed me up with a flogger while I was bent over her desk. Then, she started with light taps with the new paddle, eventually telling me to get on all fours on the sofa. She cuffed my legs to a spreader bar and told me I'll be getting my previously earned reward of 92 (hard) spanks. Working her way up with the intensity, she waits for the moment I scream into the sofa before telling me to start counting. She tries different spots on my body, seeing which place makes me scream the most. About twenty hits in, after my skin is already red and swollen, she takes the split leather paddle. I've gotten used to it and it didn't hurt me as much anymore. However, with my skin already raw from the new paddle, it made everything more intense and painful. She didn't start out with a light slap either. She immediately went in with full force, making me scream into the sofa even louder, instinctively moving away from her. She throws a blanket over my head so I won't see the slaps coming and to muffle my screams so her neighbors won't hear. Sometimes, she wouldn't use as much force and those slaps didn't count.

30-40 slaps in, she takes the spreader bar and flips me around so I'm on my back. She tells me to remove the blanket so she can look at me. Pushing the bar back, she hits my inner thighs and right below my ass with the new wood paddle. It hurts really bad. For the first time since we started playing together, she sees actual fear in my eyes. I flinch when she raises the paddle to hit me again and she smirks, not hitting me when I expect it but then going even harder. Even though I'm scared and it hurts like never before, I get incredibly horny. The pain turns me on and I like the fear. I especially like how much she's enjoying it. I haven't seen her get this happy when hitting me in a while.

I'm struggling, but she keeps me from moving by holding onto the spreader bar. With the split leather paddle, she also hits my boobs. She hasn't done that before and it stings. After a couple of slaps, I cover my chest with my arms, trying to soothe the pain but also to prevent further slaps in that area. "Move your arms away this instant, or I'll tie them up for you.". I refuse and she hits my arm with the leather paddle. It hurts less than her hitting my chest, so I keep covering myself. Then she counts down from three. It's been an intense weekend and while I love getting her angry and her being rough with me, I don't want to overdo it. I'm thankful she's even trying the new paddle and not waiting. For the first time, I'm also scared what the punishment for not listening could be. So, at "one", I remove my arms, and of course, she immediately slaps my boobs again.

Eventually, she flips me around again and just has fun using all her tools on me. The wood paddle made me sensitive, so the riding crop hurts more than usual as well. A couple hits with a thin wood cane make it break. We both laugh and she continues using her other toys. At 72 she hits me so hard and fast, I can't count anymore and just struggle. I scream and try to get away but she keeps me in place with the spreader bar. After she stops, she checks on me and I smile. "That was good. I like it.". She takes that as an invitation to hit me more, with the same intensity. I never finished counting the 92 slaps.

Some (not so great) photos she took right after to show me the result. I've never bled like this from impact play before and she had to listen to my whining the rest of the night whenever I moved and changed my position. She did put lotion on me and got me ice packs though.

The next day, most of the swelling is gone, but bruises formed and the imprints from the paddle are still very much visible (pictures below). Sitting hurts, but not unbearably. I love being reminded of our sessions throughout the day like this and I keep looking at the interesting new bruises.

[peppermintquartz]

Related to this. Maybe I'll find some time to glue it all together into a fic idk

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Anger is a welcome change from the numbness he's felt since Chris went to Texas, but Eddie finds it uncomfortably familiar, like an old shirt that he thought he'd thrown away.

Pulling up to a familiar bungalow, he contemplates leaning on his horn, then decides to be more civil. He strides up to the front door and presses the doorbell.

Tommy emerges, shirtless and sleepy-eyed, his hair a mess. His pajama bottoms are blue with yellow ducklings.

"Eddie?" Suddenly he's alert. "Is Evan okay?"

That question throws Eddie off his purpose for coming by. "Yeah, yes he is. He's home now" He takes a deep breath, lets the anger fill up inside again. "Also, if you have a problem with me, you talk to me, alright? Leave him alone."

Tommy squints at him and breathes out slowly, shaking his head. "I can't believe this."

"What?"

"What, Evan can't fight his own battles so he sends you instead?"

"What?" Eddie sputters. "First of all, screw you. Second of all, Buck doesn't know I'm here. He'll be so pissed if he finds out."

"So why are you here?" Tommy asks. His broad shoulders, usually relaxed and friendly, fill the doorway. His blue eyes bear into Eddie, even though he's clearly just got up.

Eddie glares at Tommy. "If you were pissed at me taking up his time, why did you blow up at him?"

Folding his arms, Tommy matches the intensity of Eddie's stare. "I'm not going to justify my actions towards Evan to you, Eddie. If he's angry about it, he can talk to me himself. As for you? Well. I wasn't gonna go shout at you. I don't kick someone when they're down for the count."

Fury flashes across Eddie's mind and he steps closer to Tommy. "What do you mean, down for the count? I don't need your pity."

"No, you don't." Tommy stands his ground in the doorway. For the first time since they befriended each other, he seems to loom over Eddie. "You don't need my pity, but for God knows what reason, you seem to need my boyfriend."

"You jealous?" Eddie knows that should not have been said.

"Yes," the other man admits readily. His upper lip curls. "And that's all you're getting from me, Eddie. Nothing - and no one - else." He slams the door in Eddie's face.

Eddie takes a few deep breaths. Option one: go back and stew about this matter. Option two: do something very stupid.

He pounds on the door. "Hey! I'm not done." He doesn't hear Tommy coming back to the front door, so he shouts, "I know where you keep the spare key!"

It takes about ten seconds and the door swings open so fast that Eddie stumbles through. He straightens and meets Tommy's cold gaze.

"You and me, Muay Thai. You're pissed at me? Take it out on me."

Tommy scoffs. "And hurt you badly enough that Evan feels even more sorry for you? No."

"As if you can land a single hit," Eddie jibes. "I'm still the better fighter and you know it. That's why you're all talk, claiming to want to deal with Buck only, when in reality you're just surrendering him to the better- ooof!"

Tommy has Eddie pinned to the wall by his collar. The big guy moved so fast that Eddie didn't see it coming.

"I'm gonna kick your ass so hard," Tommy growls, barely an inch from Eddie's face, "you'll be crawling back to Texas just to get away from me."

[descendant-of-truth]

Rise of Lyric has by far some of the most consistently expressive character animation of any 3D Sonic game ever, and frankly I think Frontiers should be embarrassed that it isn't at minimum on the same level as it, if not better.

Because here's the thing: RoL still looks awkward at times. Mouth shapes can feel a little weird, the eyebrows don't always seem to know what they're supposed to be doing, little things that give off the impression that it wasn't quite as polished as it wanted to be. But it's still LEAGUES above Frontiers, even with the progress it's made over other mainline games.

And look, I really can't claim to know how the models they're using work because I don't have the ability to mess around with them myself, but at this point I'm starting to wonder if they're just... not particularly stretchy by nature?? Because I can't imagine any other reason for them to be so stiff even when the animators are doing their best.

To prove my point, let's compare a very similar expression and pose of Sonic's from Frontiers and RoL respectively.

In both of these scenes, Sonic is expressing determination to fight in order to save his friends. In Frontiers, this is from the Final Horizon update, right after Amy, Tails, and Knuckles sacrificed their corporeal forms in order to bring Sonic back from corruption. Sonic is currently feeling the weight of that sacrifice full-force, lamenting that they gave up their chance at freedom for him, and uses that pain to push himself forward to really save them this time.

In Rise of Lyric, Sonic is staring down a robot army led by Metal Sonic as the door in front of them closes. He's already ushered Amy, Tails, and Knuckles behind him into a suspicious temple of sorts, but he's prepared to fight in case it doesn't close fast enough. He was told twice not to open the door in the first place, but he was concerned for his friends, and decided to prioritize protecting them over their own desires to keep fighting.

With such similar framing, it's hard not to see how Frontiers' expressions fall short. Both Sonics have their eyes narrowed, the bridge of their eyebrows scrunched down to separate them into two distinct shapes, and they're holding their fists up. But in Frontiers, it's not very clear what emotions he's feeling just by looking at him. Sure, he looks kinda determined if you squint, but at a glance, he looks almost more neutral than anything.

And it just gets worse the more you think about it because by all accounts, he should be having a MORE intense expression than the one in Rise of Lyric! I mean come on, the guy practically died five minutes ago and is gearing himself up for another round of Titan fights. He should be looking exhausted and utterly spent but like he's still gonna keep going somehow.

It got to the point where, halfway through writing this, I decided that it wasn't enough to just talk about what his expression should have looked like, and that I was going to put my money where my mouth was and redraw it myself.

I scrunched his eyes and brows down closer to how they are in the Boom screenshot for the determined look, made him look upwards with his irises instead of staring blankly ahead, and pulled up his lower eyelids to add an edge of desperation to him.

I kept his mouth in the same position, but tried to make it look a little more... angry? by curling it up on one side and showcasing his top teeth more. Finally, I changed the position of his body and arms a bit, to make it look like his whole body was tensing up along with his face.

These are all Extremely Doable in 3D animation - the only part I'm uncertain of is the mouth, since I tend to draw mouths with a very 2D mindset. But on principle, it should not be hard to shape his eyes to match his emotions. That is the absolute bare minimum of what you want your character models to be capable of in a professional setting.

And it's driving me nuts that Frontiers, savior of the Sonic games' credibility among the masses, is still being outclassed by what's considered the "second 06" of the franchise. What is happening over there that this keeps being a problem

[bellgraves]

This is part 3 of my fic that came out of nowhere lol! And finally I gave it a title 🥰

Protecting you

Phillip Graves/ Reader Soap/Reader

Warning! It's a smut with a plot! It has erotic scenes.

I apologize for any grammar mistakes, this is my first smut ever and I feel so shy to post it. Please don't judge me too much 🥺 I hope you will like it, even a little because I really put my heart into it 🥰

You're a Shadow and Graves wife. You have affair with Soap.

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You were spreaded beautifully on the bed, with your ass up, with Graves thrusting his cock into your dripping wet pussy. He was squeezing your arse with his hands also spanking you from time to time.

'That's my girl... that's my obiedient girl... Come on baby give it to me.' Graves was rubbing your clit with his finger, making a circles. His touch sent electricity through your body,making you arch your back. He used the moment and grabbed your tits with one hand and squeezed them. He stooped rubbing your clit with other hand and grabbed you by your throat, pulling you closer to him so your back touched his chest, and he gave you sloppy kiss. After a minute you get back to your position. Legs spread open and him continuing to pound into you.

Suddenly he pulled out his cock, making you moan in dissatisfaction. He lowered himself and parted your folds, licking your pussy.

'You're so sweet, I needed you in my mouth.' He said between sucking and licking. Graves began to stick his tongue in and out of your hole, imitating the movements of his cock.

'Damn, you're so wet...Fuck.. I can't have enough of you.' Graves groaned.

' I...I love it... it's so.. good..' You whined.

Then be a good girl now, and come for me. Make me happy. Graves put his cock with one strong thrust back into your cunny. Your face fell into the pillow while Graves continued to press himself into you. His movements were strong and fast. Just a second before you got your orgasm and pleasure took over, a word fell from your lips.

'John..ny..' Your moan was muffled by the pillow. You spasmed from intense feeling.

Graves pulled out his cock from you. Without finishing himself, he turned you around to look at him. Both of you were breathing hard.

'What did you just said?' He asked.

'Wha-at?' You were trying to catch your breath, a small trail of sweat was falling from your neck.

'Did you call me by other man's name?' Graves grabbed you by your wrists and squeezed them in his palms.

'N-no. What do you mean?'

'God damn, I swear if you don't tell me what you just said...' Graves had his face few inches from yours. His blue eyes looked like a sky on stormy night. He could literally shoot lightnings just by staring. That's how much angry he was. His blonde hair was messy, falling into his sweaty forehead.

'I said Comming...Because I come.' You answered looking straight into his eyes.

Graves pursed his lips, but he loosened his grip. You slaped away his hands and got up to sitting position.

' What's wrong with you Phillip? '

'If you ever cheat on me, that guy is fucking dead. I will kill him slowly before I will cut him into pieces and let dogs eat him' Said Graves with anger.

'Phillip. Calm down yourself.'

'On the last mission in Verdansk.. you were there with Soap. Chasing Makarov and his Konni group. Is that him? You like him? You like "Johnny"? Graves spurred his words.

'You lost your fucking mind?! You have some sick obsession with 141 not me! Why would I care about some Soap, Shampoo or other random soldier?!' You slipped out of the bed.

' I'm not talking to you Phillip, until you apologize to me' You took a towel and went to bathroom, slamming the door.

You entered shower cabin and turned the water on. It was warm and nice but you were shaking. How could you lost yourself like that? You were so careful with your affair with Soap, and now you would expose everything so simply? You thought about Johnny. You must protect him. If Graves will find out the truth, he will kill him for sure. Soap is a nice guy, he doesn't deserve to die just because you desired him. You took some deep breaths to calm yourself down. You decided that, no matter what evidence Graves will throw, you will not admit to cheating on him. Fuck it. He can even torture you. You won't back down.

You were ex Special CIA agent. From your teenage years, you were trained to be a perfect spy. You took part in the most dangerous missions, in different parts on the world in which, if you were exposed, you would die on the spot. So now you won't go down foolish like that. There was some duality in your personality, you needed stability, but at the same time some danger. Maybe that was CIA fault? Maybe is their doing that you had personality like that? One mission were particulary difficult. Your whole team was killed and you were the only survivor. Congress stated, that you're a threat to the state, so you went rouge. You were hidding, until Phillip Graves found you. He heard about you, and about your almost legendary team of international spies. He said that, he wanted to work with you since long time ago. He took you under his mercenary Shadow Company. His hackers deleted your whole proof of existence, they gave you new identity. You owned him your life. How could you not fall in love with him? He is charismatic leader, self confident to maximum, brave, intelligent, hard working. So handsome and charming. You fell for him from first sight. He knew you liked him, he was fascinated by you too. Chemistry between you two was extremely powerful, so it didn't take long time, before you were ripping your clothes off from each other in his office, and then had a wedding in his home in Texas. You loved to work as Shadow, and to be Graves wife. All Shadows treated you with highest respect. You didn't flash out that you're Commander's wife, so you need special treatment. No. You were working, as hard just like other mercenaries and you were kind and nice to them. They all loved you. Both women and men. And you? You loved Phillip Graves. You really do. What happened between you and Soap was... unexpected. You had to only think now, how to control the situation.

Graves opened the doors to shower cabin. He stood behind you and hugged you.

'I'm sorry' He whispered to your ear and kissed your neck.

The water was falling on your naked bodies, you caressed his hands which were still holding you.

'You were right. We overworked ourselfs. Work got into my head. I should stop thinking about it so much. About General, 141, my men..'

You turned around and looked at Graves. He didn't look angry anymore, he looked genuine sad.

'Maybe we should have a vacation? How about that sweetie? Only you and me.' Graves asked.

'Vacations sound wonderful to me'. You said,and kissed his lips.

Graves let out a loud sigh and hugged you.

'I don't know what I had in my head to accuse you of cheating on me..' Graves gave you small kisses on your face.

You chuckled.

'Yeah, that's crazy. Considering that ,you are the one who is cheating on me.' You said with smile.

'Me?!' Graves looked suprised.

'Yeah, I heard you on the comms talking to Farah. *I always liked your style* you imitated his voice.

Graves laughed.

'No, no wait. You're cheating on me with Roze! Yes I knew it!' . You pretended to have offended voice but you smiled.

'Roze Helms? She doesn't even like me, she said I'm a terrible CEO' Graves looked amused. He knew you're joking.

'Hmm... let me think..ahh yes.. I know exactly, who you really want. That Shadow girl... You know.. that one who likes to be a smartass.. who is in love with you...and think you are the most amazing man in the world...'. You pressed your tits into his chest, and you wrapped your hand around his cock. You started to pound him.

'Oh that girl.... yea..defently I want her...but only her..she is mine..and I...' Graves groaned under your touch.

'I love you too' You said.

'It's your turn to cum now baby'. You got into your knees.

'You know I love that shi..' Graves couldn't finish his sentence because he gasped after he felt his cock in your warm mouth.

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Soap was on the shooting field watching recruits training. He was promoted to be a Captain. He was Captain MacTavish now, but Soap was not happy. He wanted to celebrate his promotion with you, but you were not there. Since one month you didn't talk to him. You didn't respond to his cryptic messages or answer phone calls. Soap was starting to think that maybe you ghosted him? Maybe you decided, you don't want to see him anymore, and simply you cut off the contact without a word? Or maybe your husband Graves, started to suspect something,so you had to go dark? Soap was trying to focus on his recruits but he couldn't. All he was thinking about was you. Your beautiful smile, eyes, your sweet scent, and soft body. The way you moaned his name when you two were making love. Soap was thinking about your last meeting.

You were together in hotel in some kind outback in the end of town.

You were sitting on the bed. Soap kisses were so soft, loving. He slowly kissed your neck then shoulders.

'You're so perfect.' He whispered.

You looked at him. Soap had beautiful, blue eyes. Graves had blue eyes too, but with the shades of sky while Soap's color was similar to ocean. Sky and ocean. Two elements fighting for you, both different, yet at the same time so similar to each other. You touched his scar on his chin, and kissed it softly. Soap closed his eyes. Your every touch and kiss was so tender and sweet. Like you almost love him.

Soap gently pushed you into the matress, he took off your dress and lingerie, and looked at your beautiful body. You tilted your head back so he could kiss your neck. He was massaging your cunt with his other hand. His mouth moved lower, leaving a wet trail on your soft skin until he found your breasts.He pressed his cheek against your tits, hearing your quick heartbeat. You wrapped your legs around him and moved your hips in rhythm with the fingers he inserted into you.

You gently began to massage his cock through his tight boxers, feeling how hard he was. When you wanted to slip your hand under his underwear, he grabbed your wrist and placed it behind your head. Sucking and rubbing your breasts with his mouth, he became more and more excited. Soap wanted to slide into you and make love all night long, listening to your moans mixed with his own. But not yet. There is still time. He just didn't know if he could resist it. His lips moved lower until they reached your pussy.

'Look at this beautiful cunt' Soap groaned and his mouth immediately started sucking on your clit. His tongue swirled all around it. You tangled your hands in his hair, and pushed his face closer to your cunny.

'Oh my god Johnny' you mewled

You felt his tongue now focusing more around your clit, his tounge movements getting harder, faster and deeper. He was now licking you everywhere from your clit to your other hole.

'Johnny...Johnny please.. please..' you moaned with short breath

'Come on my tongue luv.' Soap continued to stimulate you, until you became a trembling mess.

You came moaning his name over and over.

Soap moved his face away and took off his boxers. His face was on the same level as yours. You saw your arousal shining on his mouth. You felt something that you should not feel. But you couldn't help it.

'Why you have to be so handsome?' you whispered.

'So you do like me a little bit?' Soap chuckled.

You didn't answer, you just pulled him closer and kissed his mouth, tasting yourself.

Soap without stopping to kiss you, entered slowly with his hard cock into your pussy. He admired your face, moving faster and deeper in you. You gave up yourself completly to him.

You made love long time, changing positions, Soap being rough and dominant one moment and the other one he change to be gentle and sweet. When you finally collapsed breathing hard, filled with incomprehensible emotions towards each other, Soap hugged you to his chest. You lied like this for a few moments until he spoke first.

'I know we agreed to not talk about this, but I really need to know' he caressed your back with his thumb.

'Yes? What do you want to know?' You reply.

'Is he treating you good? I mean... is he good for you?' Soap asked with tense face.

'Yes. Phillip is good to me' . You sigh.

'So.. why you.. why you agreeded to spend time with me?' Soap tried to find right words to not offend you.

'John..I know what happened in Las Almas between you and Phillip, and I apologize for that. I was there too, even if you didn't see me'

'You..you were there?' Soap was shocked.

'I should've stop him. Talk to his senses. But knowing him, he probably wouldn't listen to me anyways. That's why I volunteered to join you on this mission against Konni Group and Makarov. I wanted to make up that Las Almas incident for you.' You slowly caressed his chest.

'So, you're dating me because you feel sorry for me?' Soap looked sad.

'No! It's not that... You're a man with honor, reliable and you have good heart. Something that is rare to find these days...Especially in field that we are working. I trust you with my life. You're.. one of the kind. I need to protect you.'

Soap looked suprised at you. He didn't expect that answer from you.

'I don't need protection.. I'm the one who is going to protect you.' Soap said with deep voice.

'So we got each others back.' You smiled.

Soap hugged you tight and buried his face into your neck.

'Don't leave yet please. Stay a little bit more.' He whispered.

'I'm here..don't worry.' You kissed the top of his head.

'Captain MacTavish!' Soap was dragged into reality by Price.

'There you are. Did you choose any of them for the special rescue team?' Price pointed and the recruits.

'Yeah.. yeah.. I did.' Soap was kinda ashamed that he got so carried away with his thoughts, that he forgot about his work.

'Good, I will tell Ghost to call you and give you names of the snipers that he have chosen' said Price and tapped Soap's shoulder.

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Soap came back to his house. He left his keys on his desk and took off his weapons. He went to kitchen and poured himself scottish whiskey. He was thinking about what his cousin told him. Maybe she was right. You were married, living in fancy mansion, traveling with private jet and having stuffed bank account. You have Graves, who is crazy in love with you, and your Shadow buddies. Where was place in your life for a guy like Soap? It was his silly dream that you one day will live in Scotland with him, and you two will have sweet, little babies. He must respect your decision and leave you alone. Johnny wouldn't stand if something happened to you because of him. He felt hurt and heartbroken that he will never touch you again, or hear your voice calling him. But...if he could just tell you, one last time how much he cares about you, and how much he loves you...how much he appreciated every minute that you spend together...

His phone started to ring. Private number. It was Ghost for sure. He always calls from private number. Soap hated to admit but he felt so dissapointed that it was not your number on the screen.

'Aye hello? '

'Johnny?' Soap's heart dropped when he heard your voice.

'Johnny I missed you. If you want to see me now, I'll send you address. I will wait for you there in one hour.'

'I'm on my way' Soap answered immediately. He grabbed his keys from desk.

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Soap opened the door to apartment that you rented, without knocking. You were there, as always beautiful.

'Congratulations Captain MacTavish' you greeted him with smile.

Soap didn't say anything. He came closer to you so fast,grabbed you by your waist and kissed your lips.

'I see you missed me too' you smiled and tangled your fingers into his mohawk. You loved his haircut and how his hair felt under your fingertips.

Soap looked at you. He was beyond words happy. He couldn't resist you anymore nor his feelings towards you.

'I love you. So fucking much' . Soap grabbed your face and pressed his forehead into yours.

'Johnny..'

'No. Listen to me. I don't care if you want to stay with Graves or not. I need you in my life. That day when I met you..I have fallen in love with you so much. My dream is to be with you all the time, listen to your voice, cuddle in your lovely arms, hold your hand. Every moment I have to spend away from you, burns my insides... Soap gently caressed your face. 'You're great happiness to me. Even if you don't love me and you prefere him... I still love you. I always will.'

You felt tears gathering in your eyes.

'Oh Johnny why we haven't met before? If I only met you first... I would give you my all. We would have life together... But I can't leave Phillip. I'm sorry.'

'It doesn't matter' Soap interrupted you.'It only matters to me, that you're here. And I can be with you.'

'John... if he will find out... He will kill you. In most brutal way' tears that you tried to hold back finally has fallen.

'I'm not scared of him, I will go through everything just to be with you.' He kissed your tears.

'Don't you worry about nothing. I take everything on me' Soap kissed you again.

Somone knocked on the door.

The two of you looked suprised and terrified.

This is for my lovelies

@candy616 💖💖

@xxavengingangelxx 💖💖

Part 1

Part 2

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for blocking my suicidal friend?

TW for suicidal ideation, mental health.I know this sounds bad but hear me out.

I (25F/NB) met F(26M) in January 2017, a few months after I started university through a mutual friend, and we quickly hit it off. We started dating a few months later. We split near the end of 2021, but aside from a few awkward months right after the split, we've stayed friends. We've both seriously dated other people: F had a girlfriend, A(mid-20s F), for a little under a year, and I've been dating my boyfriend, H (30M), for about 9 months.

Throughout the time we were dating, F and I had a few problems. Money was a big one: he would borrow money a lot and not always pay it back (either when he said he would or at all). He currently owes me about £8000 that he borrowed for uni. For most of the time since he borrowed it he hasn't been in work, so I haven't been pushing the matter. One of the last straws for our relationship was when he bought a brand new PS5 and lied to me about it when he had recently borrowed money from me.

The other big one was his mental health. F has been dealing with poor mental health for about as long as I've known him, but he refuses to do anything about it. He often talks about how much he hates his life and how he should just kill himself. He often punched himself in the head or punched walls when he was upset, but he refused to admit that this behaviour was unhealthy. He wouldn't go see a therapist or doctor, or speak to anyone except me. Once, when I was visiting family, he became upset about something and I was worried he would hurt himself, so I asked a mutual friend to check on him. He refused to let the friend in, and got very angry with me.I wanted to break up with him sooner but he'd often tell me I was the only good thing in his life, and I was scared he'd kill himself if I left him. We eventually broke up near the end of 2021. Fast forward to this summer. In August, A broke up with F and F had to move back in with his abusive parents. He initially asked to stay with me but I said no (I live in a tiny flat, I can't afford to financially support another person and to be honest I'm just not comfortable with it). I later changed my mind and offered him my sofa when I realised how bad the abuse was, but he declined.

Also in August, I found out my grandmother was dying. I went to see her with my sister and brother-in-law, and the same day received a message from F venting about his life. I replied with: "Hey I'm kind of dealing with something right now can you talk to someone else? I don't really have the emotional bandwidth rn"When he asked what was up, I told him my grandmother was dying. He expressed his sympathies, and told me that his stuff could wait. He sent me the following message four hours later: "I think I'm going to kill myself""I've totally ruined my life, I've got nothing except daily torture from my parents". Again, this is four hours after I'd explicitly told him I don't have the capacity for it. I spoke to my sister and brother-in-law (28F and 30M) about it and they both said I should block him.

In September I started a new job (I recently qualified as a teacher) which has been very challenging, exhausting and intense. My grandmother died at the end of September, so the past few months have been hard for me. He knows all this, but he keeps sending me all these messages about how much he hates his life and how he should just kill himself.

Early October, I was added to a group chat between A, F's ex, and a mutual friend Z. A told us that F had sent her an email that was essentially a suicide note. I called F and made sure he was okay, and passed that along to the group chat. F was angry that, as he perceived it, we'd been talking about him behind his back. He didn't speak to me for a day or so but quickly went back to normal.

At the end of October, the day before my grandmother's funeral, I woke up to a message that was essentially a suicide note. This was not the first time this had happened. I had a panic attack, though I'm not sure whether that was due to the message or imminent funeral. I send him some messages saying that I didn't want to receive these kind of messages unless it was actually something I could help with, that he wasn't respecting my boundaries and that the friendship had become entirely one sided. I told him that I didn't want to block him but I would. He seemed to accept that, but this morning I woke up to another suicide note message. After verifying that he was still alive (he is), I started writing this ask. I feel bad, but I'm so tired of doing all the emotional labour. I have my own shit to deal with and i'm not his therapist. WIBTA if I blocked him?

What are these acronyms?

[lovrre]

Finally found |prt 2

Prt2 Of lost and found| ♫ shades of cool by Lana DelRey

Joel miller x fem reader

Prt 1 here>>

Word count: 3k

Summary: after seeing the love of your life again you deal with the challenge that is telling him he has a daughter.

Warnings: lots of Angst, cursing, mentions of suicide, smut, unprotected sex, probably some other stuff…

Author note: this is part two, to a three to four-part series I don’t know for sure yet how many I'll write. The next part will be getting into Ellie's relationship with Rae and how she feels about the whole thing, I wrote this part to (shades of cool by Lana Del Rey ) anyways enjoy🌞

Rae walks out of the room, slamming it behind her and leaving Tommy. Walking into the living room, Rae’s eyes land on you and Joel, your lips still on his. Rae stands there for a second, her face scrunched up in disgust. “I can’t right now,” Rae says, shaking her head in disapproval before walking towards the exit. Making her presence known, “Rae-“ you say, watching Rae leave through the front door, the screen closing hard behind her. “ I need to talk to her” you sigh out, looking back at Joel with sad eyes. “ Yeah, go,” Joel says, a part of him not wanting you to leave. You slowly walk towards the door, stopping once you get there.

“Don’t go anywhere please” you say, your voice almost a whisper, the feeling of years off without him bubbling in your stomach. “I’m not moving,” Joel says, his eyes not leaving yours. “Good” You nod before walking out the door, leaving Joel with his thoughts. One of them being, if it wasn't him who was the father of your Daughter, then who was and what was the possibility you were still with him? Tommy slowly walks out of the room, interrupting Joel’s thoughts.

Joel stares him down, intensely before speaking “We need to talk” he says, his voice low and angry. The back door of the old house opens and August walks into the living not looking up, talking fast. “I just spoke to Robin, your mom passed out? W-”August finally looks up, his eyes landing on Joel and Tommy in the living room. “ What The fuck?”

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You follow Rae’s tracks in the snow to a nearby bench, She doesn’t say anything as you approach, keeping her eyes forward staring Into the distance. “Rae?” You say hoping for a response, there isn’t one, she says nothing, continuing to look forward. You don’t say anything else, silently sitting next to Rae on the bench. You two sit in silence for a while before you decide to talk, you begin fidgeting with your hands looking for what to say.

.

” When you were born the first thing I thought was “wow she's so beautiful”…and the second thing I thought was how am I going to do this alone. I wasn't alone though, your aunt was there, She got me through the first half of your life without Joel, but when…” you take a deep breath before continuing.

“ But when she died, I think I started getting confused… It felt like I was losing them at the same time, even though he had been gone years before, after that, I felt like had to focus on The past to stay sane….you know?” Rae’s eyes begin to blur as tears fill her eyes, but she doesn't look at you keeping her eyes on the snow in front of her. “ I'm sorry, baby, you have every right to be mad at me,” you say, watching Rae’s leg lightly, bouncing up and down, something she often did when she was stressed or upset. She still doesn't say anything. “Rae talk to me please,” you say, getting a bit closer, your eyes starting to well up with tears.

“That's the thing, I'm not even mad at you, I'm upset with him… I know I shouldn’t be mad at him, I know that…it doesn’t make sense for me to be, he didn’t even know, it’s just-“ Rae takes in a big deep breath“ I’ve seen you cry over him for Days and Days on end…and I think after a while it just became easier to blame him for your pain so didn’t have to acknowledge mine” you nod and wipe away your tears.” not just that, mom I'm scared, fuck I'm terrified…” she says taking in another deep breath of cold winter air before continuing “I'm scared he won't like me or even give a fuck that I'm his…12-year-old me would dream every day for a miracle like this. After all, you told me about him, I always wished I could have met him but Now he’s here… It feels more like a burden than a miracle”.

Her words linger in the air for a second, making your heart hurt. You understood what she was saying, but it was hard thinking about the fact she might never see him the way you see him.“ did you speak to him while I was passed out?” you ask, Rae shakes her head. “So he doesn't know?” you ask, your face scrunching up slightly in sadness. “Nope,” Rae says, letting out a dry laugh. “ I think I'll leave that to you,” Rae says, giving her thighs a slap before standing up from the bench to walk away. You stand up following her, You can see that she's hiding her emotions trying to seem ok when she's not. “Rae, look at me,” you say, walking in front of her, her eyes don't meet yours. “I'm sorry, you deserve so much better than this, but I promise you if he could have been there he would have…” you say, placing your arms on her shoulders, rubbing up and down to trying to comfort her

Rae lets out a sigh she didn't know she was holding in, finally letting herself cry, you pull her into a hug. “That's why it hurts so bad,” Rae says, her cries muffled in your shoulder. “ We lost so much time, this whole time I could have had a- ” Rae chokes up, pushing back from the embrace, whipping away her tears with the back of her hand. “I'm ok” she says trying to gather herself, You couldn’t tell if she was telling you or herself. Once she's finished wiping her tears, you bring her back into an embrace kiss her on her forehead .“it’s ok not to be ok baby, everything will be ok I swear” you say looking into her eyes, she gives you a weak smile in return “you should go talk to him,” Rae whispers, gesturing to the director of the old house. You nod and watch as she walks away In the opposite direction. “And when you’re done, tell him I’m ready to talk whenever he is” Rae says her back still facing you as she walks in the direction of August’s house

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You enter the house, and it’s dead silent, not a person in sight. Your heart starts beating fast involuntarily, “Joel!” You call out as you walk further into the house. No answer “JOEL, JOEL” suddenly your breath becomes short, and you feel dizzy like you're going to fall over. Unexpectedly, a hand comes up and grips your shoulder. “ I’m right here, I’m right here y/n,” Joel says, reassuring you, you take a deep breath, your eyes locking on his. You move out of his grasp, slightly embarrassed.

“Sorry, I don't know what that was,” you say, trying to shake off the anxiety your body was still feeling. “ You get dizzy every often like you can't stand up straight, heart beats real fast, and you can't breathe?” you nod “yeah,” you say, your voice almost a whisper. “ I Get them too” his words make you feel less alone. You give him a light smile and he looks like he's about to say something else, but is interrupted by the loud slam of a truck door followed by the sound of an engine starting.

“Stay right here, I'll be back,” Joel says before leaving you to go out the front door, his footsteps loud and heavy like he was upset. You see August in the corner of the room, he gives you a little wave and an awkward tight-lipped smile when your eyes meet his. Walking towards you, he speaks, “good to see you're alive Ms. Y/l/n, I heard you fainted in the dining hall…shit I would too” he says, placing his hand on your shoulder. You nod “yeah I’m ok now” August nods “good, good… that's good to hear, you want to talk about …what’s going on with that,” he says, his head gesturing to the direction Joel just went. You turn around and see Joel standing by Tommy's car, through the window. They look like they were arguing “long story…to long” you say tiredly.

“ I think I gathered a bit of it, You just missed the yelling contest in here a couple of minutes ago,” August says, looking out the window with you. “And you just stayed and watched?” You ask raising an eyebrow,August shrugs “there wasn't much I could do. I thought about walking out in the beginning but that would be a bit embarrassing.” you sigh “probably…August can you do me a favor,” you ask cutting yourself off, he nods “yeah sure,” he says putting his hands in his pockets probably try to keep warm because of how cold the room was. “Can you tell Rae I said she can sleep over at your house tonight if she wants I know she needs a friend right now and I think she’s already over there with your mom” you say, going over to sit on the old couch. “Ok I’ll tell her, I'm headed over there right now anyway,” August says, walking towards the door, but he stops before walking out. “I really do hope all this shit gets resolved for you and Rae,” he says with a little frown before walking out of the house.

“Me too…me too” you mumble to yourself, wiping your face with your hands and letting out a long sigh. After a few minutes of sitting on the couch, you doze off. You dream of the same thing you have dreamed of off on and on for the last 20 years, usually, in the dream, you're outside. With Joel, Sarah, and Rae. it's always Rae as a toddler though. You guys are having a picnic with the old blanket you and Joel used to use on dates. The sun is always just about to set, and the girls are playing together. Then like clockwork Joel looks at you and smiles, then just as he leans forward to kiss you the ground separates into two.

Splitting you up, you and are Rae on one side and Joel and Sarah on the other. But this time, you're woken up by Joel before the ground can separate. Your eyes flutter open to see Joel staring at you with an unreadable expression. His hand slowly comes up to wipe a tear you didn't even know was on your face. You feel at home with his hands on your face, not saying anything, Joel just leaves it there savoring the feeling of your skin against yours. “You were having a nightmare,” Joel says finally moving his hand away from your face. “How long was I asleep?” you ask sitting up and looking around the dimly lit room, the little bit of sunlight outside lighting it “an hour,” Joel says sitting on the couch. “An hour why did you let me sleep that long?,” you ask shocked “ you looked like you needed it,” Joel says nonchalantly.

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You offer to talk to Joel somewhere less dust-ridden, and you two get into your car and make the drive to your house. Though the car ride was short, it was still awkward and quiet, you wonder how it could be this so awkward around someone you surrounded your whole life around. You open your house door, placing your keys on the table next to the door. You take off your shoes before walking to the kitchen and opening the cabinets. Joel dose the same walking slowly through the entrance of the house, looking at the framed picture on the walls.

“Do want some tea?” you ask, looking through the cabinets. “Yeah,” Joel replies, pulling out a chair and sitting at the table in the kitchen. You pull two mugs from the cabinet, placing them on the counter before opening up another cabinet to get the tea bags. “How long have you lived here,” Joel asks watching you struggle to reach for the box of tea. He wants to help but fears overstepping “uuhhh,” you say, attempting to think while trying to reach the tea bags, you do flicking them down with your finger, making them fall onto the counter.

“Me and Rae have been here since the beginning, Rae is my daughter by the way” you say look back at him for a second. “yeah I met her, she had spunk…reminds me of someone I know” Joel says his mind drifting to Ellie for a second. “spunk is definitely a word for it…” you mumble under your breath. “as I was saying met Maria a little while before she and her dad found this place, I was one of the people that helped them build Jackson into what it is now,” you say, placing the tea bags in the mugs. “ Tommy told me about the council, you, apart from that?” Joel asks as you fill-up the kettle with water.” No, it’s not my thing. I tried it for a while, too much responsibility, I rather just sleep in” you laugh, putting the kettle on the stove. “Can you hand me a match, there should be some in that drawer”

You say, pointing to the drawer. As you do, Joel catches a glimpse of a ring on your finger, his thoughts running a mile a minute. Joel stands up, opens the drawer, and gets out a box of matches. He slowly walks toward you, handing you the box

“I have a question, and you can shut me down if I'm prying,” Joel says, his hand lingering on the box. The questions suddenly make you aware of how close you to are. It seems like Joel notices too because he takes a step back , giving you some room. “Yeah, go ahead,” you say, taking the matchbox and turning your back on Joel, so you're facing the stove.

Joel stays silent for a minute as you strike the match against the box, lighting it. “Where's your husband?” Joel asked, finally ripping the Band-Aid off, “My husband?” you say, your face scrunching confused as you place the lit match near the gas. “ I saw your ring,” Joel say, his voice unreadable. You laugh to yourself before turning around to face him, “this ring?” you ask putting down the used match and showing him your hand. Joel nods and your face falls . “You don't recognize it?” you ask. Joel scrunches up, confused for a second before the realization hits him.

“That's mine?,” Joel says, visually shocked, “May I?” Joel asks, gesturing to your hand, you nod, leaning your hand forward, so he could inspect your ring. His hands grasp yours as he examines the years of wear and tear on the ring. Your heart beats fast in your chest and your stomach fills with butterflies at the touch of his hands again, “this is the engagement ring I bought for you twenty years ago ?” Joel asks again, still in shock at how long you had it. His finger now lightly grazing over your knuckles. His hands hot on yours cause electricity to shoot through you. You only nod your head, afraid that if you spoke, your words might come out like a squeak rather than a sentence. “And you never remarried-” Joel shakes his head, realizing his mistake

“I mean have you ever married,” Joel asks, looking up from the ring and down at you, his eyes penetrating your soul, this question being the most important to him. Suddenly, the surrounding air two feels so thick you think like you might choke on it. “ No I never married…you?” You ask trying to sound as nonchalant as possible while turning your back on Joel. While also trying to get away from the heaviness of theair. “No” he replies as You open another cabinet to get the cookies you often eat with tea. Joel stays silent, watching you struggle to reach the tin, this Time he walks up behind you, grabbing it from the shelf.

“Your uhh…” he trails off, not wanting to finish, “ Rae’s dad is he ok with you wearing another man’s ring?” He asks, his breath grazing the back or neck, You freeze at the feeling of him behind you, his chest briefly making contact with your back. “Joel, we're adults, you can ask me if I'm seeing anyone,” you laugh trying to avoid answering while still looking inside the cabinet, “are you?” Joel says, his breath hitting you again. making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. It seemed like he lingered there a second longer than appropriate, and he did, enjoying the warmth that raided off your body as he stood there. He couldn’t help but imagine wrapping his arms around your waist and leaving kisses in the crook of your neck, taking in the scent of you like he used to. “Thank you,” you say when Joel finally moves back and hands you the tin.

Joel moves farther back, watching as you open the tin and put a couple of cookies on a plate before putting the tin on a lower shelf in the cabinet. You tried very hard not to shake as he watched you, the adrenaline pumping through you making you shake like a school girl with a crush.”I have another personal question” Joel says, leaning against the sink, and letting himself relax a little. “ Go ahead,” you say as The tea kettle whistles letting you know it’s finished, you walk over and turn off the stove. Before grabbing the kettle, pouring the hot water into the two mugs from earlier. “Who’s Rae’s father”

His words make you stop completely in your tracks, yet again the loud beating in your chest louder than everything else. You stay silent and continue to pour the water into the other mug. You put the kettle back on the stove and turn to face Joel on the other side of the kitchen. You still don’t say anything, rubbing your hands together trying to stop your hands from shaking. “Can you please put the cups on the table for me?” You ask, Joel's was slightly confused, but doesn’t say anything, just taking the mugs off the counter and placing them on the table. When he’s finished, he sits down at the table. You wait a second before doing the same. The longer you took to answer the more Joel’s mind made up possibilities he thought, yes Rae looked a little similar to him, but maybe that’s because she’s Tommy’s, he did have a thing for you back in the day or maybe your we're taking so long to answer because Rae was a product of Assault, or perhaps she was just his.

You take a slow sip of your tea before you answer, not caring that it scorched your tongue. Once you finished, you slowly put the mug down, “she’s yours” you say, finally ripping off the band-Aid. Joel doesn’t say anything, just slightly leans back in his chair, creating a creaking noise, his face unreadable. You two sit in silence, every sound in the quiet house suddenly amplified. “I thought so,” Joel says, leaning forward and taking a sip of the tea in front of him. “That's it,” you ask, a little underwhelmed with his reaction.

“No, I consider the other possibility but y/n…she looks just like us,” Joel says, a hint of sadness and amusement in his voice. “When was she born,” he asks, putting down the mug. “ May 28th, 2004” you reply, searching his face for some emotion fear,

Anger, sadness, Anything. “ I tracked the dates after the outbreak, so I wouldn't get her birthday wrong,” you say, getting up from the table and walking to the living room, going to get something before coming back with a small diary. You open it up, flipping past the previous diary entries from each day of your pregnancy. You land on the last page of the book and Hand it to him to read. It read:

“ May 28th,2004 is her birthday,

Nia was right, she’s a girl, a beautiful girl at that. I wish her daddy could see her, Nia was there throughout the whole thing, helping me through the pain. I thought I knew pain, but I didn't. I've never felt any pain in my entire life that's comparable to that. Even after all that, I named her Rae, like Rae of sunshine. I felt like I did good for the first ten minutes after her birth until I started crying. Nia had to take her from me after a while because I kept sobbing, which made her cry. I think I was scaring her, I was just so overwhelmed, I kept wishing Joel was there. That he could see her, that he and Sarah could take turns holding her and make jokes about her button nose. They would love her, I know it, I'll just have to settle with telling her all about them. I'm scared, really, really scared of this world, of what Rae will have to live like. I just want her to be safe, I have to protect her with my life.”

Joel finishes reading, his eyes slightly glossy, he takes a minute before speaking. “What happened to Nia?” Joel asks hesitantly, you let out a sigh and he knows the answer. He nods his head sadly in acceptance, sitting back in the chair. Joel wasn't super close to Nia but they got along great when you all would go out. He respected her for being the older sibling who stepped into the parent role, she reminded him a bit of himself “she got bit about four years ago while we were out on a hunt, she didn't even tell anyone she just… When we got home, she was just real quiet you know… I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t do anything and in the morning I found a note”. you say, your words hanging in for a while before you realize you're crying and quickly wipe the tears from under your eyes. “Do you want to see more?” you ask gesturing to the diary, hoping to change the subject. “Yes” Joel nods, his face still unreadable,

“one second,” you say, standing up from the table and walking towards the old closet in the living room. You rummage for a second, looking for the photo album you created throughout Rae’s life. Joel walks over and watches you by the entrance,”got it” you say, turning around and holding the album. You sit on the couch, placing the album on the coffee table and Joel comes over, sitting next to you but far enough that your thighs aren't touching. You notice but don't say anything, opening the Album, you flip to one of the first pictures you ever took of Rae.

It's a picture of you and her as a newborn on the couch, you had your hair back in a bun you looked tired. Rae was tiny in your arms at only a week old, She was wrapped up in an old pink blanket. “She was only a week old here,” you say, pointing to the polaroid, you didn't say it out loud, but you realize how young you looked in the picture and wonder if Joel even found you attractive now. ”I remember this day clearly because I was so tired…she wouldn't stop crying, I think she cried the whole week straight,” you say laughing to yourself, Joel doesn’t say anything. His hand came up to slowly trace over her tiny face in the picture with his finger. “She looks like you,” Joel says, eyes still stuck on the picture. “ I think so… Nia always thought she looked more like you,” you say, giving him a brief glance, hoping you weren't pushing the envelope. “When she got older, she started to look more like you…” you say, flipping through the book looking for older picture of Rae. “Here, she's Two in this one because I broke my camera, it was hard finding another camera and film, but when I did all I did was take pictures”

A ghost of a smile creeps on Joel's face as he looks down at the picture of Rae. Her curly hair was going in every direction, and she had a cup in her mouth that she was chewing on. “Look at her dimples…just like yours, one’s deeper than the other though, but you can see them both when she smiles”

You and Joel both go through the photo album full of Polaroids from Rae’s childhood. You know it hurt him looking at all the memories he missed, but he also liked getting to know Rae through your memories together. You and Joel were flipping through photos looking for a certain picture and catch gimps of Sarah's face before you land on another picture of Rae. You saw it, so you know he saw it too, you don't say anything for a while, you both sit in silence. “Do you want to talk about it?” you say, closing the photo album. Joel stays silent so you keep talking

“When Tommy told me you were alive I just assumed…she was too, he told me some of what happened but-” Joel cut you off “- how about you tell me what happened to you that night and I'll fill in the gaps.” you nod standing up “ok sure… do you want a beer,” you ask walking to the fridge. “Yeah-how the hell did you-” Joel's cut off by your shh’s as you put your finger to your lip. “ I have connections,” you laugh walking back over to Joel with two beers and a bottle opener. You open your beer with the opener before handing it to Joel and sitting back on the couch. You take a swig and let out a long breath before talking,

”that night I got a call from Sarah. She sounded really scared, she was asking me where you were, and I didn't know, so I told her I would come over until you came back… But when I got there, you weren't there. I remember calling you and leaving a message, but I don't think you got it b-” Joel cuts you off “I got it” Joel says, not telling you about how he listened to that voicemail over and over for five years straight until the phone inevitably broke. “Well when I called you and I didn't get an answer, so I drove over there, but nobody was there… When I went to your room searching for you, I got a call from you while I was looking out your window. You know how your window was set up, you could see the whole town… I could see a plane flying dangerously low over the plaza, and then you told me you were driving out of the plaza, it was like before I could even blink, the line went Dead, and I was watching the plane crash.

I stayed in your house for two days after that before I got a tip from Nia about the Army coming door to door, I gathered all the stuff I could and met with Nia a little off the highway, that's how I got the pictures of you and Sarah” Joel lets out a frustrated sigh wiping his face with his hands. “That night I had to bail Tommy out of jail, there were infected damn near running the place, helicopters, police were on every block. I sped home to get Sarah… She asked me to stay and wait because you said you were coming…. But I-I didn't want to risk it so-” you cut him off “It's ok Joel, it’s ok, I understand”.

You say your hand coming out to rub up and down his shoulder to comfort him. “I called you when we got to the plaza to tell you where to meet us, but then the plane crashed, causing the car to crash… Sarah's ankle got hurt during the crash, I carried her…” Joel takes a swig of his beer before continuing. “ We ran into an army patrol guard, and he shot at us…I didn't even realize she was hit…” you continue Rubbing up and down Joel's shoulder trying to comfort him as quiet tears fell from both of your eyes, “I came back for you…” Joel says, looking at you with glossy eyes. “Two days after, I also heard about the same swats coming to people's homes… I had to see” you shake your head, tears beginning to well in your eyes again “Joel don't tell me that…” you sigh taking another swig ”when did you come, in the morning, night , afternoon?” you ask, your face scrunching up in sadness “just before sunset….” Joel says his face reflects your own.

“ Oh God,” you say, rubbing your forehead stressed before taking a long swig of your drink. “You just missed me, by an hour....” you say letting out a dry laugh, digging in the back of your pocket for a cigarette.”if god dose exist he’s a comedian” You say opening the drawer connected to the coffee table and take out a small box of matches. You strike the match against the box lighting it, you lite the cigarette and shake the match putting out the little flame before throwing it in a nearby ashtray. Joel doesn’t say anything, just watching your actions, you take a long pull of the cigarette and Joel finally speaks. “ since when do You smoke?” Joel asks watching you blow out smoke, the sight making him feel something deep down “since last month” you say slightly coughing. “You shouldn't, that shit can kill you” Joel says watching as you take another pull, “ really?” you laugh sarcastically blowing out the cigarette smoke. You gesture the cigarette in Joel's direction raising your eyebrows, Joel sighs and accepts. You smile watching him take a puff, his lip in the same place your lips just were. You shake your head before speaking “ Cigarettes don't suit you,” you say slowly plucking the cigarette for his lips and putting it between yours. Joel watches your movements intensely, his eyes glazing over with lust.

You blow out a cloud of smoke and Before you could react, Joels lips were on yours, and he was pulling you into his lap. He plucks the cigarette out your fingers, quickly, putting it out on the table not breaking the kiss. The kisses are hot and desperate “God I've missed you” he says, breaking the kiss for a second to work at the buttons of your shirt. “ I missed you- I missed this” you laugh as joel rips the rest of your flannel open, making the buttons fall to the floor. He didn’t take your shirt All the way off, leaving it open exposing your breast. He left kisses up your bare chest to your neck, making you shudder under him. “ Fucking beautiful” he whispers in the crook of your neck. He finally pulls back for a moment to fumble with his bet and you sit up for a second giving him space. He eagerly throws his bet to the ground along with his pant that he pushed down. You reseat yourself on Joel's lap and he looks up at you with a smile.

“ fair warning I'm not the young man I used to be,” Joel says, his lips returning to your neck. “I can't tell” you laugh, gesturing to the very hard dick under you. “ I’m not the young woman I used to be either,” you say, your words come out as a moan as Joel’s mouth works around your nipple. “No, you’re better,” he says smiling against your skin. “So fucking beautiful” he whispers, cupping your other Breast. You grind your self on Joel’s groin, and he knows what you want. “ I need to be inside you,” he says pulling down his boxers just enough to free himself, you look down your eyes watering at the size he somehow looked bigger than you remember. He pumps himself a couple of times before spitting on his hand and rubbing it over his head, the sight making you clench around nothing.

“Sit,” Joel says, his voice low a sultry, you obey using your hand and lining yourself up with his dick. You slide down onto him, his size stretching you after so long. “Fuckkkk” Joel groans, you both let out a loud moan at the contact. Your forehead leaning against one another as you try to control your rugged breath, “you hug me so well” he whispers in your ear before starting to create a pace. You grip at his shoulders hard, the sensation already becoming hard to bear. “Joel, I can't take it” you moan as he tightens his arm around your waist so he has had a better angle. “You can take me baby, you’ve done it plenty before” he groans, still thrusting into not letting his hips falter. “Take it” he groans in his groggy country accent, almost enough to make you cum there. Joel's hands slide down between you two, so he can rub your clit, you moan at the contact, your core squeezing around Joel. “Fuck sweetheart just like that,” he says watching you throw your head back in pleasure as you ride him on the couch.

The moans leaving the two were straight-up pornographic, you prayed you locked the front door, so no neighbor would walk in on you riding Joel on the living room couch, it was desperate, sweaty, and lazy but that's what made it so hot. “ I think I'm gonna cum” you moan, the familiar butterfly feeling bubbling up in the pit of your stomach. “ Cum on my dick baby” Joel whispers in your ear as you ride him. “ JOEL, JOEL, JOELLLL” you scream collapsing on top of him, the orgasm making your legs give in. He quickly picks you up by your waist moving you off his dick, so he doesn't cum inside you. He cums all over your inner

thighs, letting out a stream of moans and groans. “Jesus… Y/n you just tried to kill me” he pants out, you smile, leaving a kiss by his ear. “ Never” after all of that Joel re-enters you partially soft “let me stay in here while I charge up” you laugh at his corniness lightly pushing his chest. “ Joel c’mon It's late, I think we better call it a night” Joel's face scrunches up confused. “Y/n I hope you don't really think we're sleeping tonight…we got time to make up for”

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That night you had that same dream you normally do the one where you and Joel are having a picnic and the grown splits, but this time the ground doesn’t split and after twenty years you finally kiss Joel

The morning came and you and Joel stirred in bed, the sun flooding in from the windows. Somehow you two made it into the bedroom last night. Your naked limbs entangled with each other’s under their sheets. Joel stroked your hair as you slept on his chest, every once in a while wrapping a curl around his finger. His hand comes down to trace the outline of your face and your eyes flutter open at the sensation. You look up at him and smile he does the same “good morning” you say resting your chin on his chest so you have a better view of his face.

“Did I tell you I love you last night?” Joel asks moving a curl out your face, “once or twice” you say sarcastically, remembering how at one point he said it before every thrust. “Well I love you,” he says leaving a kiss on your forehead, his country accent making his words sound so much cuter, “I love you too Joel,” you say turning around, so your head was still on his chest, but you were facing the ceiling. You put your ring up to the sunlight coming in through the window and enjoy the colorful reflection of the light.

Joel's hand comes up to intertwine with yours. “I like how that looks in your finger” jJoel says playing with the engagement ring around your finger. “You do?” You smile trying to look back at him without moving.

“Mmhm” Joel hums enjoying the feeling of your hand on his. “That’s why I’m gonna make it official”

“What!”you ask shocked, quickly turning your head to face him “ you heard me” Joel says smiling

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The Taming of Man: chapter Eleven - Dragon Shifting!Katsuki Bakugou x F!reader

I'm really excited right now, wrote all of these chapters so fast because we're FINALLY at the good parts! Let me know what you think!

Words: 2,707

This is incredibly based on the song The Willow Maid by Erutan, I highly recommend giving it a listen for the best experience.

Warnings: Cursing, reader is She/Her and will be AFAB in later chapters, angst, reader is manhandled and locked up, Katsuki is hurting, reader is hurting

The air left your body as you let out a reflexive yelp, big bubbles leaving your mouth in groups as your vision was reduced to the bright light of the moon refracted through the gleaming multicolored water. Whoever grabbed you had a strong grip, their nails digging into your skin as you tried to pull away, water filling your lungs as you attempted to gasp for air. tears flowed from your eyes, mixing into the freshwater around you like grains of sand in a desert.

You were so close. So, so, close.

You had been dragged through the portal, and before you knew it your were clawing your way up to the bank of your own stream, any and all excess water leaving your system as you laid on the shore, taking deep breaths. You quickly sat up, wanting to face your captor.

There your mother was, hair hanging sopping wet before her face, eyes containing a gleam of unfiltered anger you hadn't seen from her in so, so long. Her midnight blue column dress clung to her body, and as she trudged over to you, getting dryer and dryer, her levels of lethal elegance seemed to grow.

"After all that has happened," she started, her voice just barely above a whisper, heels panging against the ground as you scooted back and away from her, her eyes never leaving yours as she pushed her undone hair out of her face.

"You dare to return? To disrespect me? To disrespect the memory of your father?" her words grew in volume, before she towered over your physique. She grabbed a hold of your wrists, pulling you up to her face with all the intensity of a lioness hunting her prey. Gone was the sweet, gentle mask your mother wore daily, here was her in her true form.

Angry, volatile, deadly.

"I-I..." you stuttered, unable to come up with any sort of excuse.

"Enough," she spat, pulling you along the path you had traversed so many times before, perhaps for the last time. "You can forget about ever leaving my sights again," she snapped, her grip unrelenting.

"You...you can't be ser-"

"As the plague, (Y/n). You will stay in your room until the day of your wedding," she announced, dragging you through despite your heels digging into the ground in protest. She stopped for a moment, turning her head to glare at you, saying, "and if I hear another word from you tonight, you can expect to sleep in the dungeon. You're lucky enough to stay in your room, thank the stars for that."

You stayed silent, partially out of fear, partially out of bewilderment. You knew your mother was crazy, but you didn't know she was this crazy. How did she even find out? How could she have...

Ochako.

You did this. You let your guard down. You trusted someone blindly. Look where that got you.

The walk home was silent, save for your sniveling, and when you got to your room, you found it different from before. there was iron lining your room, rendering you magickless. You also noticed that when checking the depths of your closet, where you stashed your red dress and all of Katsuki's gifts, nothing was there. You had been robbed not only of Katsuki, but the memory of him.

As for your door, it was manned by two guards posted outside and an iron lock, something you hadn't experienced since you were a little rambunctious girl. You simply collapsed into bed, not bothering to change out of your dirty clothes or brush your hair or clean up. What was the point? You had nothing, you had no one, all you had was a sense of dread.

The next morning, there was a knocking at your door, before it creaked open. There Ochako was, a shameful frown on her face as she brought you some breakfast. "I...I had the chefs make your favorite..."

"Funny that only now you seem to care about what I want," you scoff, not bothering to turn over in bed to face her. "Eat it yourself."

"Listen, I didn't know she'd...I only did this because I thought..." Her voice waivered, and she took a deep breath. "We've known each other since we were girls, I only wanted what was best for you."

She was right, you have know each other since you were girls. You'll never forget the day you met, probably a year or two after your dad died, the day her parents got hired as servants and she moved into the maid's quarters. The two of you played together in the garden, any game you could play you did. You liked to expose her to all the luxuries she hadn't ever previously seen, and she liked to show off all the skills she acquired that you were never taught, like sewing and fixing broken toys.

Eventually, her parents got too old to work, and she began to work to support them, becoming your handmaid. You've been through so much together, through thick and thin. She was your best friend, and you were hers, and yet here you were. betrayed.

"Great. Thanks. You can go now."

She sighed and set down the tray of food, leaving it on your dresser, before walking out and gently shutting the door behind her. Locking it.

For the next 5 days, you did nothing but cry, hardly eating, hardly moving, just laying there and crying. Ochako kept bringing you food, and you kept shutting her out. Then, on the sixth day, something clicked. You were hopeless because you thought you had no choices, but truly, even without your magic, you had opportunities. Opportunities like that stained glass window.

You started by "accidentally" spilling food onto your sheets. Then, when ochako came in to give you lunch, you asked for a second set and for her to fetch another maid. She did so, and you asked the same of that maid. And the next one. And the next one. By the end of it, you had 8 sets of king sized sheets, including the one that had the spill. You took those sheets and made a rope, tying the ends together and checking routinely to be sure it was sturdy.

You were getting the hell out of here.

Meanwhile, Katsuki had spent his week studying. All he did was study, studied politics, studied battle strategy, studied science, studied math. Anything but think of you. He hadn't left the vast palace in days, he hadn't gone outside, he hadn't tended to Versengen, he hadn't talked to Kirishima besides ordering him to get more books and paper for him.

His usually bellicose nature had been amplified, any conversation lasting longer than a second or two cause Katsuki to lash out at anyone and everyone around him.

He spent his evenings staring out the window, daring to look past the wall at that well trodden path he had so desperately wanted to see you walk out of, to see you run to him and apologize and swear to stay with him forever. He knew that was a fever dream, you were probably getting married as he sat there, unable to do anything...Maybe he should go, maybe he should go and enter your world, just to force you to come back to him.

He hated this feeling of nervousness, he was so angry and ready to do something, but for once his common sense wasn't on his side. He couldn't rationalize this one, he just had to sit here and cry into the dead of night, not a sound leaving him, his words instead leaving through his tear ducts.

He needed you.

The time was 11:58 AM, when you were sure everyone would be asleep, your plan ready to be set into motion. You anxiously watched the giant clock in the center of the city, viewable from your window, the second hand ticking by, the pendulum swinging. That was the thing about Gildflå, Every city contained a clock with a big bell dangling in the center. No matter the time of day or night, there was always someone ready to ring that bell to mark the hour. You were counting on it.

You brought your sheet rope closer, taking a second to tie one end to your sturdy vanity. By the time you had finished you were 5 seconds from midnight.

4...

3...

2...

The bell rang, the first loud ding of the night. You rammed your side into the window, holding your head back so you wouldn't get a concussion. Another ring, again you slammed into the window. And again. And again. And again. You threw yourself into that blue window as many times as the bell rang, and each time you felt as if you were getting closer to freedom. One last time, and...

the door creaked open. You whipped around, to see Ochako's shocked face, carrying a tray with cookies and milk. The tray clattered out of her hands, her expression unreadable as she took a couple steps back. "Ururaka..." you whispered, your eyes a silent plea. She rushed out, shutting the door behind her.

"No," you shrieked, running after her. You collapsed to the ground halfway to the door, reduced to a bundle of tears. It was over. No way you'd be able to make it anywhere once she told everyone.

You cried pitiful tears into your hands for who knows how long, before the door swung open once more. You looked up, ready to accept your fate, when you were greeted with the sight of Ururaka bounding in, sliding to her knees before you with a bundle of red in her hands.

She quickly and silently grabbed your basket from the table, unravelling the mass of red fabric. It was your dress, wrapped around a couple of healing potions and a loaf of bread. "Ochako," you started, watching her frantically stuff the bread and potions into your basket.

"Shh, there's no time," she whispered, handing you the dress. You quickly and obediently slipped it on over your baby blue nightgown, Nothing but confusion adorning your face. The second you were ready she lifted you to your feet, handing you your basket.

"The guards will wake up any minute," she muttered, grabbing your hand, running you out the door and to the window you always escaped out of. She put the guards to sleep? You saw them slouched over as you ran past, snoozing. That must have taken a lot out of her, she wasn't nearly as powerful as you were, given her status. "I...I thought you...Why...?"

"Like I said. I only want what's best for you," she panted, swinging the window open for you. You moved to jump out, but stopped as you sat on the windowsill. "I...come with me! You can stay with me, we can live there together," you offered, grabbing her hands.

She smiled, tears welling in her eyes, before she shook her head. "My life is here. I have a family, my parents...You can go, you should go. Life will be better for you there."

"I'll miss you, please," you whimpered, bringing her into a tight hug. Despite the mistakes she's made, she was your best friend. You loved her, like a sister.

She hugged you back, with all the strength she could muster, before whispering, "I'll miss you too. Don't forget about me." Then, she pushed you. You fell from the window as if you were in slow motion, her face contorted into a bittersweet smile as tears streamed from her face. you reached out to her, your dress flowing around you like the wings of a bird, golden shimmer drifting from your fingers to her as your magic returned to you. You landed in the hippogriff down, staring up at her with a bewildered expression. "Go," she shouted, before clasping her hands over her mouth. "Hey," you heard a voice shout, a guard, and she ran out of your view.

Go, Ochako. Run.

A guard peered down at you from the window, and you wasted no time climbing out of the hippogriff fluff, taking a second to flip him off, and climb up the wall. You could hear him and another jump out after you, and you could hear the doors outside open. A quick glance behind your shoulder told you that at least 6 guards were chasing you now. You jumped from the wall, and from there you ran. You ran like you would die if you stopped, because you just might. Not in body, but in soul. The wind seemed to carry you, pushing you forward as your angel sleeves acted like sails, your feet barely touching the ground. "

"Stop right there!" "Get her!" "Don't let her get to the water!"

You just kept running, looking back might be the end for you. You felt a hand grab at the back of your dress, but before it could pull you back, the person it was attached to tripped on a root. The forest, like always, was on your side. You kept going, the river in sight. A bird whizzed past you, and from the sound of it, said bird attacked a man.

You only turned around when you reached the river, facing the group of armed guards as they all dove towards you. You turned back around and balanced on the slippery rocks leading to the portal, the rainbow mushrooms never before looking so comforting. You jumped in, swimming in what was now the river in the Circle. You were almost there when a hand grabbed at your ankle, yanking you back down.

Not this time.

You looked down and kicked, getting the hand off...but destroying the mushrooms in the process. The portal was closed. forever.

You couldn't think about that right now, you had to get to the surface. You pulled yourself onto shore, spluttering before the water left you. You had no time to run, you had to get to Katsuki now. You were going to teleport, for real this time. Your body warmed, your heart swelled, as as you dettached from the earth glitter rained from your figure. It was as if a symphony of love and hope lifted you, and when your feet hit the floor, it was within the Forrmidūl palace dining room.

You ran around aimlessly, not knowing where to go as the only place inside you had been was the dining room. Walking through the halls, you found Kirishima, and you've never been happier to. "Where's Katsuki," you demanded, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Uh...in his room...? How did you-"

"Thanks, take me there, please?"

"...Sure," he finally sighed, a small smile on his face.

You were standing just before his bedroom door now, panicking a little as tears welled up in your eyes. Kiri had left you alone to give you time and space together, but now you just felt silly.

You had to get it together. You gently knocked on the door, preparing your big speech in your head, but the last thing you expected was for Katsuki to shout, "Fuck off!"

You should have known, that was just like him...still, his voice was music to your ears, a nostalgic song that made your stomach do flips.

Instead of saying anything, you just knocked again. Like an idiot. Who does that?

Finally, you heard him stand, stomping to the door.

"Katsuki, I'm so sorry, It'll never happen again," you started in your head, before the door slowly creaked open. There he was. The man that looked like the sun. Golden hair. Ruby red eyes. That muscular body. The love of your life.

You opened your mouth, but words escaped you as you took in his wide eyes.

All that emerged was a choking sob.

You reached for him, so afraid that he'd push you away, but found no resistance. You held him tight, like you might never hold him again, because you've learned how precious he is.

"I fought for this," was all you could manage to say between silent sobs.

He brought his arms around you, slowly, tightly, and you felt tears drip onto your scalp as he pressed his lips to your hair.

"Good."

Ahhhh let me know your thoughts! I hope I'm not drowning you guys in content, I just really love this series.

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[fertilize-my-eggs]

Three virgin losers part one

Dabi x chubby fem reader x shigaraki noncon smut

Part two

A/N: I'll make a part two of this because it was getting pretty long, this isn't proofread soo I'm sorry if it's bad for you, I'm trying to write more dark content. Next part is basically shigaraki being super feral and yandere. And a bit of ooc for dabi since I know he wouldn't be talking about his dad. 💀💀💀💀

DNI: minors, ageless or anti blogs go away please, it's 18+ content, you have been warned.

Warning: smut smut SMUT with no plot + daddy issues & kink + threesome + losing virginities + unsafe sex + anal + rough sex, hair pulling + authority kink maybe lol + bit of blood + non-consensual recording + oral (male)( scummy shiggy )

" ughh you both have some daddy issues. "Your eyes stare at your boss groaning in annoyance at you both talking about how your hatred towards your fathers.

 Dabi and you were discussing this on the couch while Tomura was playing his ds getting frustrated by you two talking loudly. You three were at the bar since everyone was either out doing a mission or doing something. While kurogiri went shopping with compress and sister magne.

Dabi scold while you narrow your eyes.

" Excuse me.. I do not. "Tomura starts to laugh, you pout angry.

It was true your father wasn't even great and left the family when you were a child.

All because he wasn't faithful to your mother at all. You cross your arms as you roll your eyes at him.

 

" I haven't heard you talk about your father, how was your relationship with him?? " dabi cockly leaning forward towards tomura, judging his body language change dramatically, it went from relax to intense as he hold the hand on his face tight.

" dabi, you shouldn't ask that to the boss… " you try to calm both of the men but it feels like the atmosphere has changed.

Dabi looked at you rolling his eyes as he said." Why? What the boss gonna do-.. " dabi couldn't finish his sentence as tomura roughly grabbed his dark locks pulling him towards him as he growled.

The deep raspy growl did something to you, you never thought you needed this. But fuck… your thick thighs rub together as tomura stare at him.

" Watch your tone… you're such a fucking brat. "You weren't expecting dabi to moan out loud, it was so shameful that your cheeks turned red.

You saw tomura's face turn red too as dabi tilt his head as he has a shit eating grin.

" And what are you gonna do about it huh? "Tomura narrowed his eyes as he didn't say anything but grabbed his hair again and dabi was basically being dragged.

Your eyes wide in fear, worry about his safety and more worry about what the boss is gonna do, you get up fast to chase after them.

Tomura looks to the side seeing your concern look as he smirks while he heading towards his room.

" come along sweet y/n. "Hearing your boss' raspy voice while dabi screams and scratches his arms sends chills down your spine.

You're speeding up to them once inside his room, Tomura looks down at him then at you.

" I want you to suck him off while his mouth gets stuffed with cock. "You were so flabbergasted by his words and dabi was confused by this as well.

" what the hel-.. " tomura's hand went to his throat and choke him.

" shut the fuck up little boy, you got into this mess, making me hard by your slutty moan. " Shigaraki's narrow eyes towards you as you feel uneasy.

" Hurry up, you don't want to make daddy upset. " It's confusing you more but you didn't ask questions about your boss, you didn't want to get disintegrated by your leader.

You quickly drop down, start working on dabi's pants, dabi starts to move as he didn't want this.

Your eyes were met with the bulge in his boxer.

Tomura grunted out." Ohhh the slut is just as horny as I thought. " Shigaraki starts to remove his pants.

He carefully take his phone out of his pocket and you hear the click as you realize he's recording.

" Hurry up, you're too slow. " You can tell he was focused on you as dabi grid his black pants.

You removed both his pants and boxer off, his hard manhood flops on his hard abs.

You're not sure how to suck cock nor get laid but this is something.

Your eyes look at tomura as he learns closer to you, the camera was so close to your face.

You started off clumsy by sucking dabi's cock, tomura groaned at this. He moved the camera towards dabi's face, you watch him shove his dick down his throat as the gagging echos in the room.

" Aghh such a tight little mouth. " you watch your boss pet his raven dark hair, you notice there is tiny little blood coming out of dabi's cheeks.

You felt like shit for not helping or leaving from this situation but you're a smart person, if you disobey your leader, you will be nonexistent, same thing with dabi but tomura needs you both. You two are powerful in fighting with heros so there is no way your boss would destroy both of you….. right?

You start to slide down on dabi's cock more, hearing both of you gag on cock was music to tomura's sick twisted mind.

"eyes on me beautiful." You're not sure if tomura meant you or dabi but you did obey him, he still held his phone as he recorded both of you staring back.

He groans out loud and you watch dabi's facial reaction confused turn disgusted quickly. Tomura slowly pulled out as the cum was all over his mouth, dabi hag out a bit of the cum.

You watch tomura put the camera close to dabi's mouth, he uses his other hand to pull his mouth open more.

" Fuck… good boy. " he's turn towards you as he growls.

" take your clothes off and lay down on the bed. "You obey your boss as you quickly get up, get undressed. You feel his red eyes stare at your body, you feel uncomfortable, it feels like he's melting you. 

Shigaraki stopped the record button as he grabbed his hair again, roughly pulling him more towards the bed.

" ashtray go fuck their ass while I fuck yours."

Your eyes wide as you start to plead for mercy for your boss, dabi also wasn't having it as he tried to fight with the boss again.

You turn your head as you watch them for a bit, dabi grabs his arms but tomura was fast as he has his hand on dabi's throat again. 

" I'm not asking you.. that's an order.. " shigaraki learn in and whisper.

"I can easily disintegrate you within seconds, you don't want a game over now would you dabi?" you watch dabi's facial reaction to this as he has no choice and calming nods his head.

"good boy." He lets go of his neck as tomura get up to sets the phone on the dressers where it's pointing towards the bed as he clicks the start button.

Tomura walks towards the bed, dabi grabs your thighs pulling it towards him, you turn your head with a sad look.

Dabi felt like shit too for not helping out his comrade, he has never done any sexual activity because he always felt like he's unattractive. Dabi grabs his hard cock slowly pushing into your tight hole.

You started to cry out, using your hand to push his hips away from you, you felt more heavy weight on you.

You turn to the side to see Tomura getting ready to shove his cock inside his hole too. Shigaraki slides his cock deep inside dabi's hole as he whimper out.

"wait wait wait-... It's too much." You cry out more, both of you aren't enjoying this.

Shigaraki pushes dabi's back down as he starts to thrust fast and hard into him, costing both of you to move fast. The bed creaking loudly as the crys and groans echo in the room.

You're pretty sure anyone will hear all three of you by how thin the walls are and shigaraki isn't being gentle.

"ahh fuck~! Tight little hole you got whore." You hear the loud whack as dabi groans out loud, shigaraki starts to slap both yours and his asses.

The feeling of metal sliding against your walls shouldn't turn you on more.

Felt a mess underneath the sheets, you feel like peeing any second now.

Suddenly you felt a hand grab your hair, forcing you to arch your back but it's quite difficult having two men on top of you.

Feeling of high gets close each time tomura slammed his hips to dabi's and the feeling of his thick cock hitting the right places.

You roll your eyes backwards as you cry out their names at the same time.

This results in you pissing on shigaraki's sheets and he obviously noticed this.

" shit… didn't know you could squirt like that babygirl, I'll have to try it again when I test your sweet cunny. '' Tomura is purring at this, rolling his hips in a circular motion then taking long deep strokes each time he slides out fully to ram his cock in his bloody hole.

" no… more… please no moreee.. '' you're sobbing from being overwhelmed by the pleasure, dabi was also reaching his end.

Your tight walls were too much for him, getting overstimulated by this.

Dabi groans out loud, hearing the skin slapping skin as you feel his cum filling you up.

Shigaraki whispers sweet nothing to both of you, he caresses his cheek and yours.

He slowly pulls out of dabi then helps him get out of you as well, you sigh softly thinking it is over.

Shigaraki moved you on your back as dabi was put at the back of the wall while he looked so drained out. You felt bad for him.

" Now a new level unlocks it's time to start this gameplay shall we? " Your eyes started to water, you can't imagine how dabi must have felt and now it's your turn to take his mercy.

[kissorkill16]

Who's The Traitor?: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: When you're so stressed from all of the shit you found out to try and save your friend, sometimes you just got to snap.

Trinity frustratedly pulled out black feathers from her hair.

"God, that was so intense!", said Enzo. "I ran so fast, I think I might be on a treadmill. I can still feel myself running!"

"Shut up, dork! I had to carry your sister on my damn back!", said Delroy.

Maritza rolled her eyes, "Oh please, it wasn't that bad! Just be glad I didn't keep hitting you on your ass like a damn horse."

As they fought, Finch and Nicky exchanged a look, then they shrugged. Meanwhile, Trinity was clutching at her window sill so hard, she could rip it off.

"How the hell did they know where we'd all be?"

Everyone turned to look at her.

"Trinity, what're you talking about?", asked Delroy. "Are you okay?"

Trinity turned to look at Delroy, her face blank now. "How did they know where we'd all be?", she repeated.

Delroy tapped his chin, "No idea.", he said. "Luck, I guess? Or maybe someone gave away our location."

"But how?", asked Finch. "No one else knows about this case except us."

As they thought, Trinity paced back and forth in her room. Then she came up with a disturbing realization...

One of them was a traitor.

"You're right, Finch.", she said, her voice terrifyingly high-pitched. "No one else knows about Crowface except us. That could only mean one thing. One of us is working for the Forest Protectors."

Everyone else was shocked.

Delroy stepped up, "Hold up. What makes you think we're working for him? How do we know you're not working for him?"

"Because I'm the one who started this whole damn investigation, Delroy! Why the hell would I, the leader, the one who suggested we investigate Crowface, betray my own damn team?! Huh?! Answer me that!"

As she ranted, she kept stepping towards Delroy, making the boy shrink back.

No one has ever seen Trinity this angry before. Everyone around the room looked pretty damn terrified, even Maritza.

"Trin, Delroy isn't the traitor.", Finch said, stepping in between her and Delroy. Trinity let out a dry laugh.

"You're right. He isn't.", she said. "But YOU are!"

She continued on with her ranting. "How could I forget about the person who's been a total bitch from the start?! Taking pictures and putting them all around the school to embarrass the victim? Yeah, you're not the traitor at all!"

"I'm not.", the girl scout begged Trinity, "I'm trying to be good. And let's not forget who broke my camera!"

Just then, Maritza stood up. "Trinity, calm the hell down! You need to freaking chillax before you have a fucking stroke!"

"SHUT UP, BITCH! GOD, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND OUT WHO'S UNDER THAT FUCKING MASK IF THERE'S A TRAITOR IN MY GROUP?!", Trinity yelled. "OUT! OUT! ALL OF YOU, GET OUT!!!"

Everyone quickly walked out of her room. All except Nicky.

Nicky stayed on her bed, then he reached into his backpack and pulled out a small container of white and gray pills.

"Trinity.", he said, putting one in his hand. "I want you to take this."

Trinity turned around and looked at the pill in her friend's hand. "What's that for?", she asked, sounding a little more calmer than before.

"My therapist prescribed them to me. Apparently, they make you fall asleep and turn all of your senses off completely. They've been working for me, so I thought maybe they'd work for you."

Trinity held her hand up. "I don't need those."

"Maybe not, but you do need to calm down.", said Nicky. "You've been pushing yourself too hard to unmask Crowface these past few weeks, you're yelling at your own friends and accusing them of being traitors. Please just take one Trinity. Just one, just to give you a well-deserved rest."

Trinity thought about it for a minute, then she took the pill in her hand.

"I'm going home. I'll see you tomorrow.", said Nicky before leaving the room.

Trinity stared at the pill in her hand, not really sure about it. But looking back at how she acted to her friends, maybe she had gone a tad overboard.

She sat down on her bed, put the pill in her mouth, and swallowed it. She felt all of her muscles relax, and she fell backwards onto her soft bed, falling asleep.

[royaltrashkin]

AITA for asking my friend for a melon daiquiri after he asked me over to hang out with him and his wife??? TL;DR at end.

For reference, we are all in our early 30s and I introduced them to each other. I get a message from my old college friend I haven't seen in years, asking if I can come catch up with him and his wife for their tenth anniversary.

So I show up when I was asked, and I can hear them arguing about me being there through the door. I didn't hear the whole conversation obviously but it sounded like his wife thought I was going to be there later. Even after I knock and get invited in, when my friend goes to get his wife from down the hall I can hear them whisper arguing all the way to the living room. So maybe I was just there at a bad time and this is a big misunderstanding because honestly I'm very confused about this whole situation. I could feel the tension between them immediately, I felt so awkward greeting both of them because I'm not sure if they know I overheard them arguing specifically about me being there. I think they must've felt super awkward too because about thirty seconds in, I have literally just asked how they're doing and they didn't even really answer just kinda avoided the question, he suggests that he make us all fancy drinks. And I'm like yeah sure and he's way too excited to go make us something, and his wife is kinda annoyed about this, like she rolls her eyes and tells me that no, I want something simple like a chardonnay. (I as in me. As in, she is telling me what I, not her, want.) She sounds really angry about him wanting to make something cool and insistent that I want something simple. So I feel like this is where I screwed up. I have literally said nothing except "how are you doing" and "yeah sure" at this point so again I genuinely feel like I can't have done anything wrong beyond simply being there because it's just so awkward and tension filled. I cannot stress enough how intense the vibe in there was, so maybe they do know I overheard them argue? I only overheard about ten seconds really, but maybe they think I heard more. I don't know. Anyway so because he seems so excited to make something fancy, I told him "I'd like a melon daiquiri." And he just. Immediately. I mean IMMEDIATELY kicked me out of his house. He literally flipped like a switch from excited and eager to snapping at me that he's had enough and I need to leave. I thought he was joking so I just kinda stood there staring at him but he physically grabbed my arm and led me to the door. I didn't fight him or try to stay put or anything, i allowed him to lead me out his door, but that's just how fast it happened. He immediately told me to leave and grabbed me and led me away, i mean i stood in shock maybe one full second. I was eight feet from his door at the time. I was in their apartment two minutes tops? Seriously. Two minutes. I said maybe fifteen words. I don't know if the polite thing to do was to just leave and not bother knocking once I heard them arguing, or maybe should have told them? Maybe showing up exactly on time was too clingy? Should I have taken his wife's advice and had the chardonnay? Was my choice too fancy? Should I have asked what he had available? Should I have turned down his offer entirely? People don't just kick people out for no reason, so I must have screwed up somewhere. It's been a few hours since then and I'm still baffled.

TL;DR: I got kicked out of my friends' apartment after he offered to make a fancy drink and I asked for a melon daiquiri.

[milkywaydrabbles]

You did such an amazing job with angry! It was so much fun to read. But now I must ask a question😏 not so much of a request but again me picking your brain. Which tokyo revenger characters do you believe would be the overly jealous type (like anyone taking your attention away is already a major crime) vs the silent jealous type?

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I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I hope it was okay, it was a little hard to figure out how to write it but I think watching the newest episode helped kind of remind myself of his personality?

In terms of this question....it's hard to say. Because I think they'd all be both depending on their mood but I think I'll break it down in a mini list for each.

Overly jealous type: | ♣ Draken, Rindou, Mochi, Sanzu, Nahoya, Takeomi, Benkei, Shinichiro, Baji ♣ |

Silent jealous type: | ♠ Mikey, Ran, Koko, Inui, Wakasa, Hanma, Souya, Mitsuya, Shion, Chifuyu ♠ |

I think they're overly/silently jealous for different reasons.

Where I think Draken, Rindou, and Shinichiro for examples, are overly jealous because they make it very well known that you are taken--it makes their blood boil when they see someone trying to capture your attention in any way. Shinichiro and Rindou (seperately) in gangs should care people off on their own, whereas Draken (time skip) is just a big dude who owns a body shop should be enough. So it makes their eyes twitch when someone tries something. On the other end, there's people like Sanzu who don't really know how to regulate their emotions when it comes to jealousy so they're very aggressive about it. I think him, Nahoya, and Rindou are the type to rip you away from whoever is talking to you mid conversation, regardless of what it's about. It's not important to him, and he doesn't like their tone. I think Takeomi might get like that when he's in Bonten, the syndicate already takes so much that even the slightest thing like that would set him off pissed. I think Baji and Benkei are just loud, so they'd make it very well known in that moment that you're very much taken, thank you.

To the silently jealous type I think it shows up in different ways. Wakasa, Koko and Mitsuya I think have the largest threshold of patience when it comes to jealousy, so they're always the quiet ones about it. It doesn't mean that it doesn't bother the shit out of them but they do try to keep it together enough (although you'll see them scowling and pouty and can't help but tease them a little bit--they got nothing to be jealous about!) Koko especially finds it stupid to be jealous but he really can't help it when he sees how people look at you sometimes. Then there's Inui, Souya, and Chifuyu who will take the time to be jealous but then it slowly turns into an ugly form of self hatred. Because how can they blame anyone for looking at you? You're too good for them, you should go after someone else. I think Inui has a really hard time with it. The jealousy turns sour really fast for him, and in turn sometimes it pushes itself onto the way he treats you, and you have to claw your way back into his bubble to reassure him. Then there are the nightmares like Hanma Ran and Shion. I think they like to play a little bit. I think if they had personalities like Rindou or Sanzu they'd be just as intense with it but I think the jealousy forms itself real ugly with them. They'll see how you react, and if you're not spitting in their faces, even if you're just trying to politely turn away, it's not enough. Sometimes, they'll toy with whoever's flirting with you and pretend like you're not together, eyeing you up with them and letting them say the nastiest things to you. (The person might end up dead, who knows!) I think you'll take the brunt of it though, being either edged or overstimulated (or both!) for hours until he has you begging for forgiveness with tears running down your face. He'll give you a big smooch after though!

Mikey is, I think, the biggest wild card. I put him in the silent jealous because I think it depends on the time of his life? I think dark impulse/manila Mikey and even Kanto Manji Mikey would be the self-loathing type, to think you deserve better. And he might disappear for a few days/weeks depending on the severity of it. If you thought getting through Inui is rough just wait for this bad boy! But I think if it's Bonten Mikey, YIKES he's worse than the trio above. He's terribly jealous, but quiet about it. But he'll absolutely merc whoever was flirting with you or looking at you. He won't let anyone know how jealous he is, it'll just happen. And then would take it out on you the worst. It wouldn't be abuse, of course it'll be consensual (you have a safe word for this reason) but he'll be harder than he normally is, slapping you across the face or spanking you harder than he has, or leave a shit ton of bruises. You'll be apologizing in no time, but he'd gag you after and continue just for funsies. ( I think he'd feel bad after and make it up to you just a little bit, but you'll be more careful with the people who are around you if not for their own sake)

[iloved1lfs]

Let Me Help You

- PAIRING: Diego Lainez x reader

- SUMMARY: Diego gets taken out of the football match during the second half, angry with his performance he makes his way to the lockers. You follow after him and help him calm down.

- CONTAINS: 18+, smut, shower sex, light angst

- WORDS: 1.4K

-SONG: Dai the Flu by Deftones

- A/N: It has been awhile since I wrote smut, so I APOLOGIZE IF ITS KIND OF LIKE BLEH. Hope you enjoy, and don't forget to REQUEST.

You were watching Diego play against the US national football team, they were losing and you can tell that he was getting mad at himself. It was an intense match especially this one against one of their rivals. Diego was able to juke out some of the opponents players he was doing good, but little mistake of course were evident, that he was beating himself up about it as he played. He got into a heated argument with the opponent and you got worried it would escalate, but it didn't.

67 mins in.

The whistle blew for a change up the assistant referee held up the lit up sign showing the green numbers '17' and in the red '18'. Diego ran across the field muttering stuff to himself, he reached Sebastián giving him a hug for good luck, Santi was going to comfort him, but Diego pushed passed him making a bee line to the lockers. You quickly got out of the VIP area where you sat, walking inside the stadium you made your way into the locker room area. You showed the security your pass and they let you in the locker room.

You walked inside the room, there was no sound. "Diego?" You called after him and no response. Walking further in you see the lockers come into view, and he was there sitting down on the bench with his head held in between his arms that were propped up in his knees.

He looked at you and sighed rubbing his hand across his face. "Y/n baby please leave, I don't want to get mad at you. I'm not in a good mood right now, give me a few minutes I need to cool off." You stood there not leaving, instead had a great idea.

"I can help you," His eyebrow raised wanting you to continue. "Cool off." Your heart was beating fast it was too loud for your ears, the silence was loud, however the atmosphere was thick with the sexual tension between you. He gulped he felt his shorts get a little tighter as he felt his dick get aroused.

He motioned you to come closer and you obeyed. He flickered his eyes at the floor and at you, motioning you to get down on your knees, once again you obeyed.

You grab the waistband of his shorts and boxers pulling it down, he helps you by lifting himself up so you can pull them all the way down. His dick sprung as his shorts pass his knees and eventually pooling around his ankles. You look at his dick then glance at him, he was breathing heavily needing for your touch. You lean upwards kissing Diego on the lips, he hungrily kisses you back, shoving his tongue in your mouth as he fights for dominance. Pulling away from the kiss you kiss him on the neck, he rolls his head back giving you more access as he moans softly. You take of his shirt, kissing your way down his chest, down to his stomach you feel him grow impatient as he moves his body upwards and groans at the sensation of your lips on his body.

"Te necesito," He looked at you with lust in his eyes. You grab his dick moving your hand up and down at a steady pace, using your thumb you wipe his tip that was leaking with pre-cum and he moans softly. You lick the tip, he bucks his hips at how sensitive he was. You take him all in your mouth as far you can, bobbing your head up and down and swirling your tongue around his dick. You look up at him, he was beautiful, his eyes were closed and his head back against the lockers, breathing heavily as you pleased him. His hair was sticking to his forehead, he looked so fucking sexy you were throbbing to touch yourself. "Fuckkk" He moans loudly, grabbing your hair tightly, and he bucks his hips harshly further into your mouth making you gag into the process. He was going to take control, he wanted you to feel good too.

He fucked your mouth harshly and he groaned as he got closer to his climax. He saw you looking at him, with saliva dripping down on the side of your mouth, tears running down your face mixed with mascara. He needed more, he needed to fuck you, and that's exactly what he was going do. He took himself out of your mouth, you coughed trying to catch your breath. He pulls you up fast making you stand for a split second before he picks you upon his arms as you wrap your legs around him, he kissing you harshly, and makes his way to the showers. He puts you down standing on your two feet, and he starts to take off his jersey that you had on and you stop him.

"What if someone comes in?" He laughs at your question. "You didn't think of that earlier when you sucked me off?" You gulped and you let him continue taking off your shirt. "Además, deja que vean quién te hace sentir bien." He whispers in your ear, you felt your pussy get wetter than it already was just by him talking. You kick off your shoes as he takes off your pants leaving you in your undergarments.

He pulls you in for a heated kiss, he takes off for your bra exposing your tits, and he grips one of them kneading them making you moan in between the kiss. A string of saliva connects from your lips to his as he pulls away from the kiss, and leans slightly down as he swirls his tongue around your nipple, tugging it with his teeth and sucking it as he plays with your other tit. You were aching for him so badly that you needed him inside of you.

"Diego," You panted heavily and he looked at you while he continues to play with your tits. "Te necesito." You said desperately, he stands up straight looking at you as he slides his hand down to your panties, palming your clothes pussy he felt how drenched you were.

"you're so fucking wet for me," You moan and he takes off your panties leaving you naked. He turns you around so you're facing the shower wall and you put your hands on the wall to keep you steady. He grabs your hips making your ass stick out, he grabs his dick and slides it up and down your drenched pussy. You moan at how sensitive you were, you push yourself closer to him, wanting him inside you already.

He holds your hips as he pushes himself into you filling you up, you moan at how big he was. He gives you no time to adjust and thrust into you harshly, you moan against the shower wall. He kept thrusting into you fast making you moan loud and uncontrollably. You were up against the wall unable to keep your balance, that you accidentally turned on the shower head, and you both got wet by the water drenching you both.

He puts his hand over your mouth muffling your moans, he leaned towards your ear, "Quédate callada, la gente puede oírte," You nod and he kisses your neck, then moves to your mouth kissing you hungrily. He moves his hand down in between legs rubbing your clit, you moan in between the kiss. You pant and cry at the immense pleasure you were getting, you could feel that you were close.

"I'm going to cum." In response he kept rubbing your clit at a faster pace, while he fastens his pace on his thrust he groans. The skin of slapping was echoing in the place, anybody could've heard you both. His thrust were getting sloppier since he was getting closer to his climax.

You felt yourself shake and unable to contain your moans, and you released all over his dick. After a few more thrust he groans and pulls out cumming down your leg and on the shower floor. You both pant heavily, catching your breath you turn around to look at him and see that he isn't all tense anymore.

"Did it help?" You ask and he looked at you with a cheeky smile. "It did more than help amor." He gave you a passionate kiss.

Once you cleaned up you put your clothes back on the only thing wet was your socks so he let you borrow a pair of socks. Diego puts back his football uniform once you both were done and ready, you walked out of the locker room with your hands interlocked.

You saw Edson leaning against the wall of the locker room, "No mames, can you guys be any louder I almost walked in on you guys fucking." You were flustered that he heard you both, but Diego shrugs nonchalantly.

"Me vale güey."

I hope you guys enjoyed my smut writing skills are a bit rusty since it has been a hot minute since I last wrote about smut. I hope you enjoy this and definitely REQUEST if you want to: F1, football players, Austin butler, Bridgeton, Cillian Murphy.