#Locke & Key

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31 Days Of Halloween Comics: Locke & Key

Looking for the perfect spooky read this Halloween? Look no further than Locke & Key by Joe Hill and Gabriel Rodriguez.

Is it basic to choose Locke & Key, a comic we’ve talked about incessantly for years here at Comic Book Club, as our final pick for this year’s Halloween comics? Maybe. But hey, if we’re basic, I’ll take it. Because Locke & Key is not just one of the best horror comics ever, it’s also one of the best comic books ever, period. Written by Joe Hill with art by Gabriel Rodriguez, the IDW book follows…

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31 Days Of Halloween Comics: Locke & Key

Looking for the perfect spooky read this Halloween? Look no further than Locke & Key by Joe Hill and Gabriel Rodriguez.

Is it basic to choose Locke & Key, a comic we’ve talked about incessantly for years here at Comic Book Club, as our final pick for this year’s Halloween comics? Maybe. But hey, if we’re basic, I’ll take it. Because Locke & Key is not just one of the best horror comics ever, it’s also one of the best comic books ever, period. Written by Joe Hill with art by Gabriel Rodriguez, the IDW book follows…

[xinganhao]

🎸 vernon dates rockstar!reader. (2)

vernon x rockstar!reader who's a foreigner in an international rock band (2) a.k.a the one where vernon tours in your city ➤ see also: series masterlist

‧₊˚✩彡 includes: international rockstar!reader, f!reader, long distance relationship, established relationship, pet names, fluff, best read in order + headcanons under the cut.

🗺️ vernon chwe's guide to new york .ᐟ

📍 Socrates Sculpture Park, 32-01 Vernon Blvd., Astoria

your first date that's not over discord or facetime takes place in new york. vernon's just a little too prideful to have you come all the way to sokor for him and a part of him wants to play it safe. there's a smaller chance of him being recognized abroad than if he were to have you in seoul, so he books the red-eye flight and crashes on your couch for the weekend. he's still a bit jet-lagged when you drag him out to your location of choice. new york has its fair share of parks. vernon is expecting the usual— nature, buskers, the likes— only to find that and so much more. you'd taken him to an artist's park. there's exhibit sculptures, and multimedia installations, and he's just absolutely blown away. you can see it from the look on his face, how taken aback he is by the sheer thoughtfulness of your pick. he doesn't really know the extent of it, not yet, until you clue him in. "do you know what street we're on?" you prompt him as the two of you halve a greasy slice of pepperoni pizza. he raises his eyebrows in response. "i chose this place because it's on vernon boulevard," you say, and oh. oh. (or: this is where vernon realizes he's going to be pretty down bad.)

📍 The Bowery Electric, 327 Bowery

it's far from the first time vernon has seen you perform. he's seen all most of your videos on the internet, has watched you at festivals and concerts. there's something different, though, about the way you take the stage at the staple east village hangout. you're in your element underneath the blue and pink neon lights. your sound is full, and your eyes are bright, and it steals the breath from his lungs. you do an entire set until you're sweating and your chest is heaving. he wouldn't be able to look away even if he wanted to. everything about you is so cool. your oversized flannel, your secondhand fender. he thinks there's no way he can adore you more until you announce that you want to do a quick cover of a 'friend's song. the amps crackle. the drums kick up. you start to croon running 'round the whole city for someone to look me in my eyes and tell me pretty lies, and vernon swears he can just drop dead then and there. you come up to him afterwards, one corner of your lip twitching in to a smirk. as if to say 'so? what did you think?' (or: this is where vernon first thinks he might actually be in love with you.)

📍 The Basilica of St. Patrick's Old Cathedral, 263 Mulberry St.

when you tell him that you're taking him to church for a date, vernon is admittedly a little unnerved. at this point, he's already fairly sure that he loves you. you haven't said it yet, so he tries to keep his own admission under lock and key. a church, though? "are we going to elope?" he jokes to you, trying (and failing) to not sound nervous. thankfully, you roll your eyes and laugh instead of taking offense. "you wish," you shoot back. that puts him at ease enough for him to be completely normal with you in the back of the cab. when you get to the cathedral, though, he immediately puts two and two together. "is this—?" he starts to ask, his mouth agape. there's a smug look on your face as you nod. it's the church in one of vernon's favorite films, the godfather. he's barely even walked past the doors of it before he blurts out, "god, i love you." he freezes. you freeze. and then— "you sure you're not the one who wants to elope, chwe?" you tease. vernon's ears are burning red with shame, but then he hears the quiet way you add, "i love you, too, by the way." (or: this is where vernon learns just how good it feels, to say and hear those three words.)

📍 Staten Island Ferry

throughout at least half of the ferry ride, vernon is convinced you're going to break up with him. he's been a pretty terrible boyfriend. comeback season had been brutal and the upcoming world tour meant that he would have even less time to make up for his shortcomings. he's tried, he's been trying, but it's been hard. and so as the two of you hang on the back of the ferry's lower deck with the manhattan skyline receding, he thinks: this is it. he's going to lose the best thing that has ever happened to him. you start the conversation with "i'm sorry," and vernon resist the urge to get to his knees. you surprise him when you go on to say, "i've been pretty shitty to you lately, huh?" you talk about your temper, your schedule, your occasional unresponsiveness. your voice wavers in the slightest when you mumble, "i understand if you want to—" no. "no," vernon says quickly, immediately. before he can think of it, his hand is already reaching out to hold yours. the surprise and hope that fills your face is almost enough to bowl him over. "i don't want that," he reassures you. "i'll never want that." he means it. he surprises himself with just how much he means it. (or: this is where vernon decides that he's in it for the long run.)

📍 Little Bay Bridge Pier, Queens

vernon's attempt at planning a date on your turf ends up to be an utter failure. you don't see it that way, at least. you're too nice to call him out for the way everything kind of went to shit, from his credit card declining at the restaurant to the museum he wanted to see being closed for renovations. by the time the day is coming to a close, he's desperate for at least one thing to go right. vernon is not a religious man, but he prays, then, to every higher being and deity known to man. please, give me this. he's convinced they all hate him, though, because while the both of you are sitting by the pier— about to try what he researched to be the best churros in queens— a rat steals the snack. vernon briefly considers throwing himself in to the water. he doesn't know if he should be annoyed or relieved that you're laughing it all off. he settles for something in between. "this is not a laughing matter," he huffs, even though there's the smallest smile on his face. it's the only thing he can do to hide his disappointment. then, a little more seriously, he says, "i wanted to do right by you." it's a grace that you know how to deal with him. there's a fondness in your eyes as you press your lips to the back of his knuckles, the action making his heart skip a beat. "hansol," you say sweetly. not vernon, not v. not babe or baby boy or anything else. you assure him, "you're always right for me," and he wants so badly to believe you. (or: this is where vernon changes his prayer; this time, he begs to never wrong you.)

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[ninibeingdelulu]

When he want your attention…

ft. meguru bachira, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi, michael kaiser

Meguru Bachira craves your attention like a hyper kid bouncing off the walls. He'll act out wild soccer replays for you, rambling nonstop about team gossip and hijinks while clinging to your arm looking for constant reassurance those big puppy dog eyes have your full focus.

If you even glance away, Meguru amps up the loud voices and exaggerated gestures until he wrestles your adoring gaze back on his animated displays. Just basking in that makes him even more giddy and effusive, each chuckle or nod fueling his need to keep you captivated as his one-person audience.

Rin Itoshi rules your attention through sheer presence and intimidating arrogance. Those piercing eyes scope you out, maintaining dismissive aloofness while low-key forcing everyone to feel his gravitational pull through imposing posture and razor-edged insults needling at you.

If he senses you drifting, Rin escalates the physical invasiveness stepping into your space while mocking sneers and belittling taunts compel you to confront his suffocating aura unavoidably demanding your complete focus again on the alpha male - whether you want to admit it or not.

Seishiro Nagi plays it cool and laidback seducing your eyes onto him without realizing it. He doesn't demand attention directly, just wanders around oozing this hypnotic detached charisma pulling your sights his way.

Seishiro intentionally lounges and poses in ways carefully calibrated to lure your roaming gaze locked onto his casually irresistible movements and chiselled physique. Finished off with knowing smirks acknowledging your helpless captivation by that subtle sultry command over you.

Michael Kaiser strong-arms your eyeballs his way through pure brooding intensity and cold dominance. Those smoldering stares and statuesque physique force themselves uncompromisingly into your sightlines, his mere presence screaming that you better start venerating him already.

He lashes dismissive scowls and verbal disses destroying any resistance, narcissistically scandalized you'd dare let your obsession over his perfection waver. Michael doesn't need force - his psychological mastery over your desires owns you completely through that irresistibly supreme charismatic aura.

[rueclfer]

heyy there can i request some more touya headcannons? i really enjoy your way of picturing him because it’s just so canon and he’s kinda a lovely dick y’know. whatever comes to ur mind. thank u so much!!

weelll since you gave me so much freedom here r some touya as a housemate hcs ANNDD a moodboard bc i enjoy the visualization <3 since we talked abt this the other day too !! (i yapped so hard here sry sry this is so indulgent)

bakugou's and sero's version too hehe

housemates // touya todoroki

touya hates the idea of living with a complete stranger or one of his siblings, so what other option does he have other than forcing his best friend (crush) on a lease with him?

the newfound freedom definitely puts him on his ass for a few weeks. barely sleeps. eats like shit. trash is scattered everywhere. several unpacked boxes. it stays like this until fuyumi comes over to check our the place and gives you two a hard scolding to get your shit together.

more often than not, you'd end up waking up on the couch with your legs sprawled out across his lap and his upper half leaned over the couch arm rest in deep sleep. staying up so late was probably one of his favorite things about living together. being able to talk as loud as you wanted, watch movies late into the night, look over the city from your balcony- he found solitude in existing with you.

if he wasn't already codependent before moving in together, just know his ass will be GLUED TO YOU. you'd be doing work in your room and he'd barge in and flop down on your bed without a word. maybe he'd gotten a bit too comfortable.

if he's feeling extra annoying that day, he'd bring in his guitar and amp and keep asking you to rate his riffs until you entirely give up on work and give him some attention.

is it obvious his love language is quality time? not only that, gift giving too. he's like a fucking crow.

"look what i found. it's a rock. for you."

makes him soooo giddy to see your display of the rocks, feathers, and dried up flowers he picked up for you on his walk. sometimes you'd come home and there'd be a new addition to the ever growing collection.

ofc you'd return the energy in a different way. touya will not cook for himself. ever. he eats like shit as an internal rebellion against the healthy diet he was forced upon as a kid, but you will not allow that boy to rot himself from the inside out!! he can expect several tupperwares of portioned out meals with notes attached to the lids if you know he'd be home all day by himself.

"to t <3. if you don't eat every last bite i'll find out and it'll hurt my feelings and i might combust into flames or something idk don't risk it!"

i can also imagine him holding back tears whenever you ever come into his room to hand him a bowl of cut up fruit. the first time you do it he'd be speechless like jaw dropped taken aback. has he ever felt love like this??? i think not.

despite all of the kind gestures, he's still touya todoroki. hides your keys if you annoyed him that morning by rushing him in the bathroom and makes you a few minutes late to class/work. chronic door slammer. pisses with the door wide open. no sense of privacy and do not gaf to knock. always locking himself out -> i feel strongly about this like imagine coming home after a long day and he's sitting out in the hallway with a pouty face waiting for you hehehe.

i don't think he'd realize this crush until a few months after you've moved in together. how could he when you two practically already act and bicker like an old married couple?

yes- peanut butter belongs in the fridge. no- it doesn't. stop leaving your socks everywhere. you forget to flush again. stop slamming the doors. you ate my chips, didn't you? don't lie. did you really need to put the mugs up that high? (he does it on purpose, and tightens the lid to every jar too.)

it wasn't until one late evening when he comes home to find you frantically mixing a doughy substance in a large metal bowl. you never bake, but you have your own oven now, so why not?

"god, finally. help me, my arms hurt." you groan, shoving the bowl in his hands. "i think i fucked up."

he sees the hurricane aftermath of your kitchen- flour everywhere, egg shells left on the counter, every single jar imaginable opened and scattered around. he could be teasing you about the mess, but god you looked so beautiful with that stupid wrinkle in between your eyebrows as you read over the recipe, and the streaks of flour across your pant leg from wiping your hands, and the way you swipe away the stray pieces of hair falling in your face with the back of your hand- oh fuck.

he thinks he's falling in love with you.

he swallows it, but he starts acting kinda weird around the apartment.

like he's.... avoiding you?

living with his best friend whom he just so happens to develop a crush for, would eat him alive. he locks himself in his room and chain smoke out his window while he's stressing the fuck out. he told you he'd stop smoking, but he's sure you'd understand the need for it right now. he hopes you can't smell it.

i also think he'd be a stress cleaner lmaaoo he cannot sit still with his thoughts for too long, so the headphones are ON and blasting and he'll definitely use that as a scapegoat + the loud ass vacuum for ignoring you if you try to talk to him while he's on this cleaning frenzy.

you think he's sick LMAO imagine the pain he feels when you come knocking on his door and calling out that you're leaving a bowl of soup and cough medicine outside his door for him. he doesn't tell you that yeah he's sick but *not in that way*

lovesick. that boy is lovesick!!!!!!

how do you avoid your housemate while you figure out how to control your feelings?

he confesses via note that he leaves on the kitchen counter. really simple tbh nothing too extravagant, but he signs off by telling you that he's staying crashing at fuyumi's for a couple days.

you text him a string of obscenities to get his ass back home and he does (he's scared of you).

he CAANNOOTT talk about his feelings in an adult way. he is sitting on the complete opposite side of the couch, twiddling his thumbs, and staring down at his feet like a child while you reread his confession note out loud to him. you find his discomfort hilarious but endearing. he finds you unbearably insufferable.

jesus the amount of times in that apartment where he would storm off to his room whenever you two got in an argument or you pissed him off...old habits die hard, you guess, because this isn't the todoroki household anymore and you aren't scared to lose that deposit and kick a door down.

once you corner him and get him to open up about his feelings the air in the room suddenly shift!! the clouds are clearing and the sun is shining woooowww look at what good communication can do.

sharing an apartment with your BOYFRIEND is no different than sharing one with your best friend. i think he'd like to keep your separate bedrooms to have your own space, but you'll rarely sleep apart.

so! many! new! traditions!

helping him dye his hair on the first saturday of every month. biweekly horror movie marathons. counting the communal piggy bank ever couple months. trying new takeout spots until you find THE spot for every category- chinese, pizza, ramen, etc etc.

and finally, an everlasting mark on your first apartment together: a small carved out heart around your initials left on the inner corner of a kitchen cabinet done with his pocket knife on a random weekday evening while you two are cooking dinner together.

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touya tag: @moonchild701 @kaldurahms-lover @themultifandomgirl @devilslittlehelper @porusuniverse @ratatellie @katbug37 @ggriwm

[lacy-oh-lacy]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒄𝒔

⋆ 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒚, 𝑰𝒗𝒚 & 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 x Reader | 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒚

-Harley’s so over the top, she's pulling out her best grand romantic gestures from day one

-but she's also famously “crazy”, so how seriously are you even meant to take it when she starts declaring her love for you like she's a romcom protagonist and not a literal supervillain?

-Well, she takes it deadly seriously, there's a blurred line between a crush and suffocating devotion for Harley

-Emotions hit her hard and escalate fast, and suddenly she's all over you, she's gotta be the clingiest girl in Gotham and you’re not even dating

-Whether it's inviting herself to your home or hugging you out of the blue. Boundaries? Never heard of them

-She’s lovesick, some people might even say she doesn't have crushes, she has victims, but she truly would do almost anything to make you happy

-Her real victims are the people on your bad side, them and anyone who could take you away from her. If you try to date someone else while she has a crush on you, god bless their soul, you’re never seeing them again

-In her delusional brain it's only a matter of time until you feel the same way, but if that's not in the cards, don't worry because she may very well lose interest in you as suddenly as she gained it

𝑰𝒗𝒚

-As a misanthrope, Ivy hates the fact that she has a crush on you, a plain old human. She's disappointed in herself honestly

-Though a master of seduction and manipulation, she has no intention of using such tactics on you, or pursuing you at all for that matter

-More often than not she’s just as cold and standoffish with you as she is with the rest of the world but if you still treat her with decency despite that she's gonna fall for you 10x harder

-She keeps her feelings under lock and key but actions speak louder than words, and the non-verbal kindness she shows you speaks volumes

-Like, again, she’s such a misanthrope and yet she's saving your life, comforting you when you're down, forgiving you for faults that would sign someone else’s death warrant…

-She knows she should just stay far away from you since she doesn't want to deal with her feelings but she can't bring herself to do that either

-especially if you need her in some way, for a villain she really can't resist a damsel in distress

-Basically, she’s simultaneously the least likely of the three to confess her feelings, and also the biggest simp

𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂

-Selina’s seductive charm is amped up to eleven around you, you could cut the sexual tension with a batarang

-but don't let your chemistry disarm you, because she’d betray you in a second to further her own ends

-not that she’d ever let something truly bad happen to you, she is much more protective than she lets on

-She’s good at playing it cool like that, you're never quite sure where you stand with her but you know you're getting special treatment

-She’s not a piner, she doesn't miss you when you're not around… but that doesn't mean you're not on her mind, more often than she’d willingly admit actually

-She’s slow to trust and even as she's falling for you she's testing you, she wants to make sure you're worth it

-and once she knows that you are, she is down atrociously bad, you wouldn't know it with how smooth she acts but this woman would follow you through hell

-She likes playing games, she likes the chase, but she also wants to seal the deal, she's used to taking getting what she wants and it shows

[luckieduckiie]

Daddy & Duke | d. dennis & chrisnxtdoor

in which Chris asks Duke to watch yall & he does…

Duke wasn’t a conservative guy by any means, everyone knew that, but nothing could have prepared him for the request which Chris had just asked of him.

“Man what?” Duke asked again, unsure if he had heard what his friend really said.

“Bro, I’m for real man. She said it was something she has always wanted and you’re the only guy I know mature enough not to go run they mouth about it or make shit weird,” Chris stated matter of factly.

Duke scratched his head through his beaning, “So you are asking me to sit and watch you and your girl fuck?”

“Yeah nigga, she says the thought of that shit turn her on.” Chris stated.

“Man, that’s some crazy shit. Did she say she wanted it to be me that watched yall?” He quizzed.

“No, actually she said she didn’t want it to be anyone from AMP at all since she aint met yall yet and she don’t want the first impression she makes to be one like that.” Chris sighed. “But Duke you a handsome guy man so who else better. No homo though nigga.”

Duke just stared at the man across from him for a moment digesting what was just said. “Nigga what?”

“Man yes or no, fuck you making shit difficult.” Chris said slightly annoyed and before Duke could think about what he was nodding his head in agreement.

“Bet, ima drop you a lo tonight around 9 ish. Ima take her to dinner and ill leave the key underneath the mat just go in to the bedroom and wait ight.” Chris said excitedly.

“Ight man, fuck.” Duke agreed standing up.

“Real shit, thank you man. I knew I could count on you.” Chris said standing up and pulling Duke into a hug.

“Yeah, of course.” Duke said hugging the other man back.

With a smile Chris pulled away and walked out of the older mans room leaving only him and his thoughts together.

→

Go inna bathroom we finna be in

Duke stared at the text as he sat on the blue bed. When he had got the location from Chris he had just woken up from a nap and had to hurry to shower and get dressed and drive to the apartment. He was scared that there would be someone else in it but he was glad to see that the only other occupant was a small dog.

He pushed himself up off of the edge of the bed and entered the bathroom. Just as he did he heard the front door click open and a string of giggles coming from who he could only presume was you.

“Chris, what the fuck did you do?” He heard you say still giggling as you two got close to the door.

“Nothing, just keep yo eyes closed ok.” He heard his friend say as the bedroom door creaked open.

“Fine.” He heard you huff as you sat on the bed.

“Ok ima just put this on you so I know you aint gone peek ok baby.” Chris said.

“Alright.” You giggled.

A few moments passed and soon the door opened to expose Duke standing in the bathroom grinning ear to ear.

‘Sit right there’ Chris mouthed pointed to the grey velvet chair in the front of the room. Duke gave him a thumbs up and slowly walked to the chair careful not to make any noise, a certain anxious feeling making its way into his stomach- excitement disguised as anxiety really.

“Ok babygirl don’t take off your blind fold until I tell you ok.” Chris said creeping closer to you.

“Ok daddy.” You said voice quieter than before Duke noted mentally. He could finally get a good look at you for the first time too and he wanted to congratulate Chris, he did good. He could tell you were tiny, at least in comparison to the two of them just by the way your feet dangled as you sat on the edge of the bed. He could also see your thick thighs as they were on display by your shorts, and he couldn’t help but smirk at the sight. You looked good and honestly if you weren’t with Chris he would try to make you one of his.

Chris sat down beside you and pulled you into his lap positioning his dick right in the crevasse of your ass and your back to his chest. “You ready love.” He whispered in your ear before peppering kissing along your neck. His eyes locked with his friends for a moment before they started looking back at you.

You only moan in response tilting your head back and arching your back a little pushing your ass into his dick even more. Duke drinks up the sight, shifting in his seat as he sees his friends hand slide in your shorts and begin massaging your pussy.

“Daddy take them off please.” You beg spreading your legs apart to give him better access.

Chris silently obliges and swiftly removes them leaving you only in a gray thong. Dukes breath hitched as he say the wet spot right on your pearl. He shifted his hips up and legs apart as he began to feel himself hardening at the sight. It was so lewd, but so sexy.

He watched as Chris’ long digits began to rub circles right in the wet spot and the fabric sank within your folds- his lips still nipping at your neck all the while.

“Daddy, stop teasing me.” You whined, hands gripping his wrists.

“Tell me what you want mama, use your words.” He murmured into your neck, large hands rising to grip at your breast.

“Fuck me, eat me, anything.” You say breathlessly.

Chris smirks as he begins to tug the end of the fitted top you had on slipping it over your head, careful not to pull the mask off along with it exposing your breast. Duke took a sharp breath at the sight feeling himself becoming harder by the moment.

“You want daddy to fuck you baby?” Chris asked lowly in your ear his own length nudging at your ass.

“Yes please.” You pleaded, pussy throbbing as he was still rubbing slow circles through your underwear.

Wordlessly Chris lifts you from his lap just to slip his shorts down to release his dick and you can now feel it against your ass. He slides your panties to the side finally exposing your slick, aching pussy. Duke becomes restless at the sight and feels like this surprise for you is somehow punishment for him. He wants to glide his fingers through your folds and watch as you lick your juices off of them, but he is imprisoned to the chair in front of you.

Chris rubs himself through your folds basking in the slickness of your clit coating his tip before he finally positions himself with your entrance and slowly lowers your down onto him. Your breath hitching as he finally fully gets to a halt, the entire length buried inside of your wetness.

“Fuck.” The younger man mutters closing his eyes briefly to bask in the bliss.

At these words you slowly begin to grind on him and Dukes eyes become transfixed on your breast that bounce during this motion. He can’t help as his hand goes down to palm himself through the sweats. Chris notices this and grins. He grabs your hips and begins thrusting into you.

“Ah fuck, daddy.” You cry out, reaching back to find his body.

“ You like that baby?” Chris questions.

“I love it daddy!” You cry out.

As the words spill out of your mouth Chris without a second thought reaches up and takes off the fabric that was covering your eyes. As your eyes adjust to your renewed sense, you immediately lock eyes with the man in front of you and gasp.

“You like it huh baby, this what you wanted aint it?” Chris is the one to speak first and honestly it is turning him on too. He never expected that having one of his closest friends or anyone for that matter watching him in such an intimate setting as this would give him this kind of thrill, but it did. He wanted to bend you over and offer Duke your mouth as a sign of gratitude, but this was more than enough for the moment.

Your mouth is open, but words aren’t able to come out as you stare at the man in front of you. His lips were slightly parted as his hand gripped his own length through his sweatpants, and you were able to see the diamonds that were in his mouth. His high cheekbones and chocolate skin were illuminated perfectly in the lighting from the room, and you couldn’t deny that he was handsome.

Chris hand gripping your throat bought you back to reality and you let out a loud cry as he pulled you into the bed and pushed your head down into the blanket. Duke breathed heavily as he spotted thesmall cherry tattoo on your right cheek and snaked his hand underneath his waistband pulling himself out.

“Answer me baby.” Chris says again, snaking a hand around your neck “Aint this what you wanted.”

“Y-yes, this is what I wanted daddy.” You moan, as he slams into you.

“What you supposed to say? “He growls voice low.

“Thank you.” You say your voice barely above a whisper.

“I cant fucking hear you baby, what you say?” He asks again hips snapping into yours, sending ripples throughout your ass.

“I said thank you daddy.” You cry as you grip the sheets in attempts to brace yourself as he continues to assault your cunt.

“And what you wanna say to Duke?”

The older of the two perks up as he hears his friend finally mention his name.

Your eyes low and full of need bore into his tight ones and you moan. “T-thank you Duke.” You moan out.

Dukes tempo increases as he continues to stroke himself and for the first time since he has been here he spoke, voice low and full of lust, “Ya welcome gorgeous.”

Chris continues his assault of you and Duke continues to watch, transfixed on the sight in front of him and unable to take his eyes away even if that was what he desired. He wanted you, and in some small part of his mind he wanted to be with yall. He wanted to add to this dynamic of dominance and create his own role in your life. He wanted to see you underneath him just as you were with Chris, he wanted to be the one to taste you on his lips, to kiss you, to squeeze you. He wanted you more than anything right now, but Chris. He had the upmost respect for his friend, afterall if not for him he would have not been able to witness you and all your glory.

“You hear that baby,” Chris voice broke him away from his thoughts, “He said youre gorgeous. He thinks you look gorgeous like this- ass up, pussy full of my dick”

Duke now took a little time to admire his friend, and he was beyond surprised. He never took Chris as one to be this vocal ever, but here it seemed as though he was the shining star, leading you with his words and actions and everything that you did was as an extension of him.

“Y-yes daddy, I heard him” You whine, “Thank you Duke.”

Duke cant help but float at how effortlessly his name tumbles from your lips.

“You gone be a good girl and squirt for daddy and Duke?” Chris says feeling his climax nearing, and reaching his arm around and fingers beginning to massage your clit.

You cant help the loud whines that escape your mouth as he stimulates your center eyes locked on the man in front of you stroking himself vigorously to the tempo of you and Chris, lip between his glistening teeth.

“Yeah that’s it baby I feel it squirt on daddy dick and show Duke what a good girl you are.” Chris grunts his breath getting quicker as he feels himself closer and closer to his release.

Your body goes limp and a mixture of cries and huffs escape your mouth as you feel the man behind you pull out and attaches his mouth to your clit sucking as you squirt all over his face. He only stops when you go limp and fall onto the bed to reinsert his dick and pound you like a madman chasing his own climax.

Your eyes shoot to Dukes as you hear a struggled grunt escape his mouth as his hand and hoodie become painted with white stripes.

“Fuck.” You hear Chris cry as you feel his dick twitch within your walls and his warm cum fills your insides. His strokes are small as he fucks you through his release. Once he’s done he collapses onto your side, arm on your ass as he rubs circles into it.

Exhaustion washes over you like a tide and you feel your eyes become low and your mind clouded. Chris takes a few moment to catch his breath before sliding off the bed and walking in the bathroom taking a quick look at his friend as he did so.

“Hey, ima run her a bath if you wanna wait till I get her in I can get a rag and some of my sweatpants.” He offers his friend.

“Type shit, preciate it.” Duke agrees grateful.

As Chris begins to walk off he looks back at the older of the pair and grins, “That shit was good wasn’t it, I was killing her shit.”

Duke cant help the laugh that escapes his lips. “Hell yeah nigga you did yo shit.”

“On God nigga but say next time you gotta join that shit had her ass wet as fuck.”

Duke couldn’t help but smile “Type shit, next time.”

yall like it?? i felt like i finally got back in my element lmk what yall think!

[alrightieaphroditie]

across the road | masterlist! (mayfield!reader x eddie munson)

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series summary: after the death of your brother, you move back home to hawkins, indiana, to help take care of your little sister, max. living in the trailer park isn't the fantasy you imagined, but soon you find a brightside in the form of eddie munson, your neighbor.

₊ ⊹ part one: take the edge off | you're exhausted, feeling burnt out, and your neighbor won't stop practicing guitar with his amp turned as loudly as possible. you need a pick-me up, and eddie munson has just the thing. ₊ ⊹ part two: shining armor | after working a double shift, you realize you left your house key locked, well, inside your house. while waiting, a thunderstorm hits, and the only one around to save you is your neighbor. ₊ ⊹ part three: feeling alright | you decide to surprise eddie by going to his band's gig, though you somehow end up babysitting max and the rest of the hellfire gang, too.

cutie-patootie dividers by @saradika-graphics!

[leonw4nter]

I Love You, Without Wax. Forever Yours, Leon

Boyfriend!RE4R!Leon x F!Reader

Leon finally managed to find the keys to the jet ski, making sure Ashley stuck close to him as he fumbled with the slot for the key to try to get it to work. After a few minutes, he managed to get it to run, hopping in first before extending a hand to Ashley to help her get on since she had a slight limp going on. Revving it up, the water mobile got to work and moved them through the murky waters. He amped up the speed, swerving expertly through rocks but a rock he didn’t spot from underneath the water scratched the side of the jet ski, causing it to start taking in some water. They would both die at this rate; the hole wasn’t big enough and the water wasn’t rushing in fast but the weight of two people on the jet ski caused water to do more damage than it originally would. He had to come up with a vital decision: swim to freedom or send one person back home.

“Ashley!” He began. He turns around, locking a stern gaze with the blonde.

“I need you to listen to me and do exactly as I say.” She nods, her expression serious and furrowed in focus.

“I’m going to jump from the jet ski and I’ll just see you out instead. This thing’s taking in water and with my weight added, we’re not going to make it. Since you’re lighter you won’t sink but with me, we will so I’ll get out. Got it?”

Her eyes widened, worry drawn all over her features; no layer of grime and soot could mask the fear in her eyes.

“What? Leon, you know I can’t–”

“Trust me, Ashley. I won’t leave you. Your father trusts me, right? I know what I’m doing. I’ll guide you on your way out of this cave. It’s just going to be like that one time we rode that cart.”

She still looks doubtful,  unsure of what she’s going to do next with Leon just running alongside her in a matter of seconds if she nods her head. Leon’s right: her father trusts him and she does too. Whatever they did, they always made it out alive thanks to him so they’ll make it out of this one as well. With a shaky breath, Ashley sighs and readies herself to take the handles.

“I’ll jump in 3, 2, 1!” He counts down before jumping, barely making it to the docking area of the tunnel and starts running, making sure he’s running alongside Ashley. Ashley notices the jet ski grow lighter and suddenly a little more of the jet ski’s bottom isn’t submerged in water anymore. With newfound encouragement from this, she takes the handles and speeds off. Though she doesn’t exactly avoid the debris in the water expertly like Leon did mere moments ago, she’s still managing to do well and Leon’s sure her chances of making it out in one piece are high.

“That’s it!” He said. “Keep going until you make it out, I’ll watch you from behind!

She didn’t respond but Leon knew she heard him; she was just focused on trying to keep herself afloat and make it out alive from this hellish place. The island was blowing up, both Leon and Ashley knew that so time wasn’t on their side. Leon’s legs were starting to cramp up, having run at faster speeds without a break and running low on water content. Soon, he saw a tiny sliver of golden light at the end of the tunnel but this is where a serious explosion from within the cave was being set off; he wouldn’t make it in time.

“Go, Ashley! Keep going! You’re almost there! Just keep up the speed and don’t take your hands off of the handles!” He instructed, cupping his mouth to amplify his voice amidst all the booming and popping of explosives.

Ashley got to the ramp and sped up, coursing through the air before hitting the salty seawater with a large splash. Had she not held onto the handles, she might’ve fallen out of her seat when she landed on the water. Cautiously, she peeked on the side of the jet ski to look for the hole that formed. Thankfully that splash didn’t cause more damage, much to her relief.

“Leon!” She suddenly remembers. She circles nearer to where she came from, looking at the fiery dock. The dock was going up in flames, black smoke billowing from somewhere inside the island. “Leon!” She calls out again.

She moves a little closer to the dock but there is no sign of the agent. She suddenly recalls how his voice sounded more faint before she got it, which could mean he lagged behind and stayed there up until the explosion. But he’s Leon, right? He can’t just leave her like this, he’s got to come back too!

“Leon! Please, you promised that we’d both make it out didn’t you?” She exclaims as fear swells in her heart and threatens to render her lost and directionless.

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It’s a bad day for you today: paper work is piling up, two department heads have already given you a talking-to over the mistake of the juniors under your team, and your fellow seniors aren’t helping you fix anything or get the other papers done. Sometimes you wished you were a field agent, actually going to places and moving around and fighting stead of sitting in a stuffy office and completing the never-ending load of papers dropped at your desk. Despite the strong urge to switch departments and just be a field agent for the thrill of it, you felt kind of guilty for wanting to voluntarily put yourself in physically taxing situations. Your Leon was a field agent once, until he never came back from a mission; he died making sure the president’s daughter got home in one piece. Even if it’s been well over  a year since his death and you’ve managed to get back to normal, life still feels incomplete without him and his stupidly charming jokes.

“Y/N, we’re all going to hit the clubs later to look for some guys. Wanna come with–”

“Listen, Emerson.” You harshly articulated. “Instead of hitting the clubs to look for the newest hookup this week, why don’t you and the others get to your desks and actually do something productive. I got fucking yelled at by our superiors for shortcomings that was caused by you and the other little fucks but I took the brunt of it instead and you have the audacity to go out and party.”

“It’s not like I knew–”

“It’s not like you’d know because you’re a lazy piece of shit!” You fumed. The entire office falls silent, only the low thrum of the AC being heard in the space. Emerson’s face contorts into disbelief and slight shock, taking offense to your words even if it’s true. Her friends cross their arms and start whispering amongst themselves, shooting you with a disdainful look. With a roll of her eyes and an irritated huff, she takes a small stack of papers in her arms before heading to her cubicle.

“Damn bitch, I was just asking,” you hear her mutter under her breath.

“I don’t ever want to hear about Valentine’s Day, okay? The love of my life is dead.”

Your own words catch you and everyone else by surprise. Everyone, including yourself, had thought that you’d formally come to terms with the loss of Leon but it seems that there’s still a part of you that will forever subconsciously wish for him to miraculously come back. You promised Leon that you’d always be happy every Valentine’s Day, even without him but here you are: acting like the Valentine’s Day counterpart for the grinch. Everyone in Leon’s department and yours knew that you two were one soul in two bodies; inseparable. To see you without Leon was a huge change for everyone, an unfortunate change that you and they will have to get used to.

With an exasperated sigh, you sit back into your chair and get working. Despite all the tension in the room, you’re thankful that this outburst managed to motivate everyone into doing something for once. With a stretch and a sip of coffee for some energy, you got right into reading reports and signing them for the next few hours until your day ended.

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After a day that seemed to drag on forever, you finally got to come home and unwind. Before going home, you made a quick stop at a convenience store to pick up some junk and beer. Sitting in bed wearing one of Leon’s shirts, you reclined into the pillows and sighed deeply; there were still papers that needed reading and signing but they weren’t a huge load like earlier so you decided to let those wait. Feeling a little thirsty, you get up to grab a cold beer from the fridge before moving to find the can opener. The spoon drawer was near you but you didn’t want to bend your utensils even more so you decided to dedicate some time to look for it. After a few moments, you still couldn’t find it despite opening up every cabinet door and pulling on the cabinets. You remembered how Leon had a tendency to hide things on shelves only he could reach so maybe he decided to hide it on top of the cabinets. Moving your beer elsewhere, you get on the kitchen counter and make sure you’re balanced, one hand holding on to a cabinet door and the other feeling around for the tops. Your hands are slightly sweaty, worried that you’ll take a misstep and fall down but you push through anyways; you’re determined to have that drink. After a few minutes of feeling around, you still don’t find it but you feel something smooth albeit a little dusty. Interested, you pull the smooth something back to you and see an envelope; the envelope doesn’t have any exterior markings and is only sealed by a singular waterproof band aid but with a turn of the envelope you see your name written with Leon’s handwriting. Even more interested than you were, you forgo looking for the opener and drink altogether to opt for reading the letter instead. Besides, you miss your boyfriend with each passing day and today is Valentine’s Day so why not cut the pity party and indulge in some totally-not-heartbreaking reminiscing. Heading to your room and getting into bed, crawling to Leon’s side of the bed you take the letter and gently tear the band aid seal off. You open it up and take the paper out; the letter was written at the back of an old document, blue ink strokes creating texture at the back of the paper.

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04-29 To my pearl Y/N, You’re asleep right now after a pretty lengthy breakdown session (not the dancing kind, unfortunately) so I had to sneak out of bed and look around for whatever to write in. I seriously hope you don’t turn around and drag me back to bed, I’ve been meaning to write this for a long time now. Anyways, I find myself drawn into the depths of my emotions and unable to contain the overflow of adoration that fills every corner of my being whenever I’m with you– when you laugh, when you smile, when you cry. How do I begin to express the depths of my love for you? Will an entire lifetime be enough time to show you all that I’ve got for you? How can mere words encapsulate the boundless ocean of emotions that surge within me whenever I think of you? I’m very grateful that you find solace within me, a sanctuary where you could lay bare your vulnerabilities without fear of judgment or rejection (and vice versa: me being vulnerable around you). When you speak my name, the universe pauses, holding its breath in honor of our bond. When we touch, I feel my spirit lifted to dizzying heights and surrounds me in this happiness that defies description. Your essence, your soul is like a beacon of light from a lighthouse in the darkest of my nights and the stormiest of my seas, calling me to the safety of the shore. You are the gem I consider myself lucky to have love and receive love from amidst the vast chaos of this universe. All those flowery words aside, I’m sorry that I kept something from you while you were having a rough time– I’ll be going on a 3 month-long mission to the other side of the world. I just didn’t want to tell you while you feel like the world is against you and I’m really sorry– I promise I’ll tell you really soon. I really don’t want to leave you but I have to, out of a deep-rooted desire to protect the world and to protect you. Three months will feel like forever but please hold on for me, okay? I’ll get you something from Build-A-Bear when I get back :) Though the nights will feel longer, please promise me that you’ll get some rest and live happily while I’m elsewhere (but still think of me too yaknow). If… If I don’t come home then celebrate every single holiday out there because it’ll make you happy. Do something with your life when I couldn’t with mine. Don’t sulk and wallow in self-pity coz I’d really hate to see that if I somehow get turned into a ghost :/ For the meantime that I’m not yet out for work, I’ll keep holding you close to my heart. Wherever I’ll end up, I’ll still be yours– always and forever. I love you :) Without Wax, Leon :) xoxo P.S. (I saw this at a random Almanac) “Sincerely” came from the Latin word “sin cera” which means “without wax”. Dishonest sculptors with imperfections in their sculptures filled in mistakes with wax and when something was flawless, they labeled it as “sin cera”, which is “without wax”. Basically, what I wanna say is that my love for you is real and genuine :) And also it sounds cool right? x

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“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. MIssing you so much right now,” you whispered as you traced Leon’s name with a finger.

You smiled to yourself, pressing a feather-light kiss to the closing portion of his letter. God you missed him dearly; what you’d give just to have him back. Folding the letter back and placing it back inside the envelope, you kept it near your heart for a bit before putting it on your bedside table. Walking over to your work desk you pulled out a neat sheet of paper and your favorite pen, getting ready to pen a letter that’ll respond to Leon’s though he’ll never get the chance to read it.

NOTE - I decided to write angst for Valentine's Day but I decided against making it super sad so... yeah. Also I attended a seminar yesterday since every single one of us were required to attend and it was... okay. Like it wasn't super fun but I did speak up a lot and a buncha girls went to me and hugged me ?????? Like that was actually really nice, I need more hugs ( -> touch-starved ). I finished writing this on the 8th and my grades release this Saturday so let's hope I don't die 🙏🙏🙏 Also, I read uhlunaro's fic called "Bone-Chill" and OH MY GOD ?????? IT WAS SO GOOD ???? LIKE THAT THING STUCK WITH ME THROUGHOUT THE DAY-- IT WAS THAT GOOD. GO READ IT GUYS CMONNNN!!!!!! Anyways, I know it's not the 14th anymore but I hope you had a great Valentine's Day and thank you so, so, so, much for reading my fics!!!!!!!!! <33333333

The dividers are made by @cafekitsune , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

[sanakimohara]

“Pretty When You Cry” B.C.

“Although she is alone…she knows the truth.” + “If you think I’m pretty lay your hands on me…”

Summary: Chan as a yandere. Borderline stalking type of yandere to be exact.

WARNING: MDNI, cursing, smut obviously, mentions of kidnapping, and cnc…among other things.

A/N: this was a request and it caught my interest so I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did while thinking/writing about it.

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A knife could slice right through the thick tension between you and Chan right now.

Not because his eyes were glaring daggers straight into your Bambi like stare or that you were purposely keeping your distance from him by sticking close to the nearest exit. No, the reason was much more complicated.

You. More specifically, you assuming Chan wouldn’t be jealous or possessive of you.

Now, he had you all alone to ‘talk’ but you knew that just meant your night was about to riddled with consequences from him. So, planted yourself near the door -a useless precaution you took to feel safer.

Little did you know, he’d locked it the moment you wandered into his room. You came to him under the impression he just wanted to show you something he’d been working on and was only slightly aware of his true intentions.

Now, you wished more than ever that you’d paid more attention to your small suspicions, but it was too late for you to leave without having to go through him. Chan made sure of that by pocketing his hotel room key card.

“Chan, please..” you started to reason with him, voice trembling slightly as you spoke, and your body involuntarily pressing against the locked door as he stood up abruptly. His face was unnervingly expressionless but his eyes were piercing, swirling with all the intensity of emotions you’d become familiar with.

Jealousy, lust, and possessiveness. Anger was present too -steadily growing the longer he replayed the image of you flirting with some random staff member during their concert.

“Let me ask you something,” Chan was now inches from you, his entire body dwarfing yours in comparison, and his voice shallow with simmering rage. He really was terrifying when upset and with envy added into the mix he was downright evil sometimes.

Shamefully, it turned you on more than anything else. Being afraid of him, what he might do you, and how he’d take his anger out on you. It was so wrong for you to be wet already, merely in Chan’s presence, and forced to stay there until he decided to let you go.

Which was never, in his opinion.

“Do you like pissing me off?,” he nearly growls the question and your tummy does several slips hearing the rasp carry through to his accent. “N-no, I don’t Chan-“ you answer him carefully, face heating up as your fear amps up to new heights when he grabs your jaw with one hand and places the other above your head to lean forward on. “Yes, you fucking do. Why else would you go around whoring yourself out to other men then?” Chan taunts you with a faux smile, raising his brows slightly to add to his condescending tone, and you huff softly in return.

“Channie, I promise we were just-“ you’re cut off again as his hand on your face falls to your throat, gripping it tight until you have to hiss in a breath, and cling to his wrist with both of your small hands. Chan holds you there, counting the seconds until he sees tears prick your lidded eyes, and only then does he loosen his hold on you.

“I don’t care what you were doing, little one. This is the last time you’ll ever try me, understood?” You could barely hear him over your heart drumming your ears from being choked so ruthlessly seconds ago, and when you don’t answer him immediately Chan takes that as a sign of defiance on your end.

His tongue poked the inside of his cheek, dark eyes filling with a new emotion as he watched you struggle to breathe with his hand still putting pressure on your throat. You already looked so broken in for him, probably bound to drop to your knees if he let you go, and your pathetic attempts to wriggle out of his grasp never failed to amuse him.

Chan would never let you go, you knew that, but still tried with all your might to fight him off -even if you’d been craving his affection the whole time.

It was part of your dynamic. Chan could drag you through hell and back, you’d insist on running away, but ultimately fail and let him do whatever he wanted to you.

“I think you need a little reminder of who you belong to,” Chan hums lowly, passing his thumb over the fullness of your bottom lip before slowly pushing it into your warm mouth. “Suck,” he commands, pressing down on your tongue slightly as you start to do exactly that. Quiet whimpers vibrate through your throat as you lick and suck on his thumb, doe eyes sparkling with need as he watched you obey his every word.

You could feel his hardened cock through his jeans, the length of it pressed right against your pelvis and lower stomach, and you were tempted to reach down and palm him just for the hell of it. Unfortunately, he’d quickly pull your hand away, reminding you that “you’re not allowed to touch daddy until I say you can…”

You hated that rule but knew the consequences for breaking it would only leave you edged to the brink of delirium and his cum plowed deep into your sore womb.

Chan was certainly not the man to tease -unless you were prepared to endure the corresponding punishment.

So, you took pleasure in sucking on his fingers, imagining it was cock instead, and continuously drooling on his digits until he removed them. You coughed softly as he did, chest heaving, and eyes still watering as they refocused on his face.

Chan couldn’t help but chuckle at your disoriented expression, always so neat and sweet in public, but behind closed doors and in his view you just looked like a love sick pup waiting to be used.

You half expected him to push you down to your knees, already accepting your fate of him using your throat as his personal cock sleeve, but Chan had other ideas.

He closed the distance between you two, ducking his head to capture your spit slick lips with his plump ones. You moaned as he pushed his tongue past yours, taking his time to explore your mouth, and swallowing the short and desperate noises you let out in between each kiss.

Your hold on his veiny wrist and arm traced up to his neck, gently massaging the muscle there before your fingers tangled through the hair at the back of his head. Chan grunted into your mouth when lightly pulled on his dark hair, “I should’ve fucked you in front of him,” he mumbles harshly against your lips, hands gripping your hips to turn you around in one quick motion.

A small yelp flies from your chest as your frontside meets the cold surface, Chan’s body weighing down on yours as his hands slid from your waist to the closure of your black high waisted shorts. He started to undo the tedious buttons and zipper while tracing his lips down the right side your neck. You whined as he littered mark after mark on your unblemished skin, his hands now hooked on the sides of your shorts to pull them off, and his heavy breaths causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

“You would’ve liked that, yeah? Daddy fucking you in front of everyone so they’ll never forget who you belong to?” His chest rumbled against your back as he spoke, tone bordering on desperation as you whined and reached a hand up to caress one side of his face. “Yes,” you moan loudly, finally shedding your usual timid nature to fully enjoy the moment, and Chan smirked against skin hearing your delicate voice reach a new octave.

“You’re such a slut, and you’re all mine too,” he muses, slipping one hand right between your shaking thighs, and delving past the fabric of your underwear to cup your mound. “Ahm…stop! No..!” You half moan and half whimper as he takes in the soaking expanse of your cunt.

It was embarrassing. You were definitely more than eager to have him touch you and now he knew it.

Chan laughed dryly at your pathetic attempt to refuse him, fingers sliding up and down your folds to collect as much of your cum as possible before swirling those same fingers around your clit. “You want me to stop? That’s not what your body wants, now is it, baby?” He didn’t need you to answer, your broken cries were enough for him, and the dazed look in your eyes only intensified as he played with your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“…s-stop p-please….ill be good…just-just let me go…” you try again to win your freedom, voice cracking as a few tears began to trickle down your flushed cheeks. His attention to your clit had migrated to your entrance, prodding it open with two thick fingers before he shoved them into you as deep as possible. “Fuck ..,” Chan inhaled sharply from how tight your cunt was, already clenching around his fingers like you’d break if he put anymore in.

He might’ve came right then and there if he hadn’t already built his stamina up but his cock still twitched just from the constant pulsing of your wet core.

“Daddy, s’ too much....” you weakly called for his attention, panting as he curled, pumped, and twirled his fingers inside you. He reached every spot that made you see stars and even had you circling your hips to the pace of his hand. “I don’t care,” Chan responded gruffly, back to marking your neck and shoulder as he sped the pace of his fingers up.

You choked on a string of moans, face contrasting into a mindless picture of pleasure as he abused your cunt. “Nooo.. ah!” You tried your best to keep protesting, yet he only added to your torture by slowly circling his thumb on your clit . Now, you were at a loss for words, head emptying of any thoughts besides cumming on his hand.

You were incredibly close to the edge and Chan noticed from just one look at your beautifully lost and delirious stare. Your head lulled back onto his shoulder, eyes rolling slightly as he brought you to your climax with precise pumps into your dripping cunt. “Cumming…” you whimper into the crook of his neck, letting the smell of his cologne fill your head as the knot in your tummy snapped. He groaned as you gushed on his hand, making a mess in your lacey underwear as well, and watched you rock your hips to ride your high out.

Chan smiled at the sight, in love with how messy and careless you could be when he touched you. “You’re gonna cum like this on my cock next, princess…” he announced it like a command and all you could muster was a shaky exhale followed with a lazy smile as you felt him drag his fingers out of your sticky entrance.

“You’ll never forget what it means to be owned by me again, baby girl..”

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Should I make a PT2? I kind of already did hehehe….we will see how PT1 goes first, yeah? 🖤

BONUS CONTENT +

(Sorry not sorry for this…🖤)

[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Jake x fem reader

Warnings: sexual content, oral sex (m rec), fingering, period sex etc . 18+ mdni

"goddamn it baby , what the fuck do you want me to do about it!? Huh?" Jake yells, slamming the door open as the argument from the car commences into the house .

"there's a limit Jake. That girl almost had her mouth on yours" you state , tired and frustrated.

"Jesus- i can't help it okay?! I didn't know she was gonna-" Jake slams the car keys on the coffe table as he kicks off his shoes.

"you didn't even push her away! And don't fucking throw your shoes around the living room I'm not your fucking slave!" You cut him off , finally screaming as you picked his shoes up and walked over to put them away with yours .

"you know how it would've looked if I pushed her away! " He screamed back , looking over the couch at you before standing up and making his way over to you

"and I give you every goddamn thing! So don't ever fucking say I treat you like a slave!" He points at you , screaming so loud it shuts you up.

"if anyone's a slave it's me! I work and tour all the time and come home and give you everything you could ever want and you still want more!? What the fuck do you want me do!? Shove her away and destroy my reputation?!" He screams at you as you take in a shakey breath .

"You know part of my job is entertaining those women right ? and haven't i told you enough that it means nothing to me?! I tell you everyday! You just can never trust me can you ?!" He screams but he softens immediately after when he notices the look on your face , immediately sympathising with you. You were mortified to have upset him so much.

He sighs and looks at the floor , his hands on his hips . the sigh was thick with disappointment and mostly tiredness but also guilt. He was tired from the show he just played and there was no way he could've know that fan would lean in to kiss him like that, he had little to no time to deal with the situation.

He walks awayas he started unbuttoning his shirt. He probably wanted to change and crawl into bed and sleep you thought . But instead he walks over to the home studio. He would always lock himself in that room for hours after an argument.

You walk in after a while, hearing the strumming of the beautiful blues notion he was playing. blues always got you in the mood. He knew you'd entered but he kept playing, standing by the amp , shirtless with his guitar on him , back facing the door.

"Jake" you call softly as you approach him but he doesn't respond, first you thought he couldn't hear you.

"baby" you humm as wrap your arms around his waist as you approached him from behind, pressing your lips to the side of his neck. He knows you've come to apologise , but he ignores you . You realise he's playing hard to get.

You let him go and walk in front of him and he still doesn't even bother to look at you , busy looking down at the fretboard as he played.

You immediately drop to your knees . You wanted him , but this would also be a test on how much he loves you , the best reassurance was to watch how much you could do to him . If you had to be honest , you were quite petrified he might not even want it or might not even get hard, or show little to no reaction to it.

He never faultered in his playing, playing flawlessly, not even budging , not even looking at you as you looked up at him , his guitar rested on his right upper thigh, leaving just about enough room for you to reach his crotch.

You rested your hands on his legs , slowly moving up till your fingers barely touched his crotch . You were careful but deliberate.

"fuck" he muttered as he hit a wrong note , but almost immediately continued again. You smirked to yourself, your confidence now building up.

You took the liberty to gently paw him through his pants , feeling him getting hard under your touch , you watched his face as he closed his eyes for a few seconds, pretending he was into the song , but you knew he was enjoying what you were doing. He was trying to ground himself.

You knew he was watching you even though he wasn't looking at you , pretending to be busy looking at the fretboard. You decided to put an end to his silent treatment.

You leaned in , opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out , running it against his zipper , his bottom half was fully clothed and you knew he could barely feel it but he was definitely dying you watch the show you were putting on for him.

You let your teeth sink gently into his hardening bulge making him involuntarily jerk forward while completely going out of tune. He knew there was no way he was winning this battle but he wanted to see how far he could push you .

So he kept ignoring you , going back to playing the riff again. You roll your eyes before pulling away , grabbing at his belt and unbuckling it , you accepted the challenge he was throwing at you.

You were not gentle as you pulled his pants down , almost disrupting his playing but he worked around it as you pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles, revealing his hard cock that screamed for more attention.

You didn't touch him yet , your hands slid behind his legs as you kissed his length before swallowing him into your mouth , humming around him. The guitar restricted room for you to use both your hands and mouth on him , so you decide to just use your mouth .

His chest was heaving and he was damp with sweat , fighting the urge to drop the guitar and grab your head and fuck his cock into your mouth. But he was stubborn, putting all his focus into what he was playing, thought it was sloppy and he knew it . He mentally cursed at you for having such an effect on him.

Your fingers caressed his legs and dug into his soft flesh as you worked him with only your mouth , knowing it would work him up but leave him wanting more . You sucked on his length, deepthroating him before pulling off and teasing his tip with your tongue , moaning and drooling on him and continuing it over and over till you felt his legs trembling , he'd almost stopped playing completely.

You pulled back and pepperd kisses all over his length and exposed thighs . You heard him let out a shaky sigh as you finally met his eyes , half closed and lust blown , his eyebrows pinched together . He looked defeated . You couldn't help the smirk that formed on your face . He'd stopped playing at this point, unable to bare it anymore. His right hand resting on the body of guitar as he gripped the fretboard tightly in his left .

You stuck your tongue out again circling his tip before teasing the underside, you felt him trembling again . You took him fully into your mouth as he took the guitar off his shoulders and rested it on the stand next to him , his hands almost immediately slipping into your hair and gathering them in a make shift bun for you , caressing your face in the process.

You watched him as he thew his head back , his eyes rolling back and his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed.

You perked up when he let out a pained moan, pulling on your hair as he pushed himself deeper into you, making you gag on him causing him to moan again.

You loosened your jaw and placed your palms on his thighs with your cheeks sucked in and tight around his cock as he began fucking your mouth with small jerks of his hips , throwing his head back but looking back down at you immediately , letting his hair get messy as he began rutting his hips into you , like how he did with his guitar on stage.

He was panting, let out moans with each breath , getting higher in octave as he came closer and closer to his high .

"god fuck baby- fuck!" He froze, his body tensed up as his muscles contracted while releasing into your mouth, pushing your head down on him again and you gagged around him again , swallowing him down clean.

He let go of his grip on your hair but you kept sucking him dry making him whimper. Till you pulled off and he let out a whine . you held onto him when standing up.

"fuck baby you take me so well" he panted , his voice desperate and whiney as he grabbed your jaw , squishing your cheeks together and with his other hand , pulling you against him by your waist. you were drunk on how fucked out he looked . He looked like this everytime he got off the stage .

"please" you beg , not sure what for ,as his grip on your jaw made your lips purse out.

He crashed his lips into yours, the both of you almost tripping as he walked you backwards , stepping out of his pants that were at his ankles.

his hands grabbed the ends of your slimfit black dress that he'd been wanting to tear off you the minute he saw you in it, and pulled it up to your waist.

"Jake" you stop him and part from his lips to speak , immediately grabbing his wrists as he reaches for the waistband of your panties. He looked at you in a daze but he was concerned as to why you want him to stop.

"I'm on my period" you say , your were dying to kiss him again, your eyes half open and lust blown.

"ohh is that why you've been acting so cranky" Jake states in realisation. You roll your eyes and kiss him again , sloppy and desperate as his hands reached to pull your panties down again and you stopped him , again.

"I'm on my period" you reminded more sternly.

"now when has that ever stopped me baby?" He asks in a quick mumble, not even waiting for an answer before he resumed pulling your panties down and kissing you , not even caring about the pad you had on.

He continued walking you backwards , till your legs touch a chair behind you , you almost tripped in your panties that were at your ankles but quickly kicked them off.

"sit." He breaks the kiss as he pushed you to sit down on the chair , which you did immediately. He got down on his knees along with you , barely breaking the kiss as he lifted your legs to rest over each armrest.

"jake- it's gonna make a mess" you mumble against his lips. It wasn't the first time you and Jake had period sex , but it was usually in the bathroom or somewhere more sensible for that activity, not his home studio.

He ignored you and felt his hand slip into your hair by your neck , grabbing a fistfull of your hair and wrenching it back making you wince as your head flew back , his lips immediately attacking your neck in sloppy open mouth kisses, groaning as he tasted you .

His other hand your felt caressing your inner thigh , squeezing the flesh slightly before his fingers dipped into your soaked cunt .

"Jake" you gasp , feeling his cold fingers on your sensitive clit as you eyes rolled back. Your abdomen and back ached from your period and Jake knew the only way to help that.

He slipped his thick middle finger into your hole, you could almost hear the squelching. And you could smell iron in the air from the blood , you could almost taste it . It seemed to turn Jake on more than anything.

"fuckk" Jake whispered to himself shakily as he parted from you to watch his finger slide into you , getting coated with your dark red slick .

You screamed out a moan when Jake finally curled his finger up , sending a jolt of pleasure through your body , easing all the discomfort and pain you were feeling. You threw your head back and arched on the chair , grabbing his shoulders to ground yourself as you spread your legs wider for him.

"that's it baby give it to me" Jake mumbles as he starts pumping his finger into you and curling it up simultaneously , perfectly in your gspot . His strong fingers were to die for , the way they pulled you to an orgasm with little to no effort.

"you're already squeezing me" he huffs with a small smirk as he slipped another finger in , keeping them tightly together as he curled them up into your gspot , almost making your ass lift off the chair as you let out pornographic moans .

"comon baby" "that's it doll" he coaxes as he watches you try to calm yourself and take deep breaths . But he picks up his pace while his thumb pushes into your folds , starting small circles making you dig your fingers into his shoulders, your legs threatening to leave it's place on the arm rests and wrap around Jake instead.

Your breath was out of your control and you were a mass of sweat , panting and moaning out Jake's name mindlessly as he worked you with skill and commitment.

His eyes met yours as a devious smirk forms on his face , like he'd just gotten some idea . Just then you felt the two fingers he had inside you spread apart and scissor you before curling up , making you throw your head back with your jaw hanging open and your eyes fluttering closed as he repeated it , making your legs tremble and bringing you to the brink .

"fuck! Jake!- I'm coming!- fuck-!" You whine and moan as you thash around in the chair before one last deep curl of his fingers had you gushing all over them.

"fuck" you whine as you look down at Jake , he had his eyes peeled on the way your juices squirted out from around his fingers , feeling the way you clenched around him so hard . You couldn't help but feel horrible at the mess it would've made.

Tears brimmed your eyes for a reason you couldn't point out and when Jake pulled his fingers out you felt a huge save of emptyness wash over you, causing the tears to roll out .

Jake couldn't get his eyes off your cunt but when he finally did look up at you, his expression immediately turned to worry.

"what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He asks immediately , his voice dripping in fear.

"baby say something" he shook your knee, his clean hand cupping your face as he moved closer to you , still on his knees in front of you.

"I'm so sorry jake- you do give me everything and i- I'm sorry for what i said today- i just can't stand the way those girls look at you. I know there's nothing you can do and-" you start to blabber but he stops you.

"hey" Jake shushed you, his voice stern as he brushed his thumb over your cheek , wiping the tears.

"nothing's going to ever seperate us" Jake says, shaking his head as he stares deeply into your eyes.

"You're my girl. nothing is going to change that" he said , almost like it was a demand. His words broke you down even more . He had a slight smile, knowing he was going to make fun of you for being so dramatic later.

"c'mere" he murmurs as he pulls you into him , hugging you tightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his hair.

He whispered softly comforts as he turned his head to press his lips against the side of your head , stroking your hair and back while you sobbed softly.

With that he picked you off the chair as you instinctively wrapped your legs around him , carrying you to the bathroom so the two of you could have a nice hot shower.

[shewrites444]

jealousy [dom! xavier thorpe x reader smut]

[ this is a requested prompt that i am super excited to write on! i will say this one shot does contain some angst and toxic themes, but it does end positively, of course. enjoy! ]

word count - 3k

[summary: the reader unintentionally makes xavier jealous at the carnival, and he intends to make her feel the same way he felt. when she confronts him about his immature actions, the two argue, but there's only one way that seems to prove their feelings for each other are true.]

[warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, arguing, angry make up sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink]

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"don't you understand how stupid this all sounds, xavier? you're my boyfriend, for christ sake! why the hell would i make any sort of move on ajax?" i shout across the room as i slip my black converse on, looking over to my frustrated boyfriend, as he paces back and forth across the wooden floor, the boards creeking at each obnoxious step he took. "all he did was help me win that panda at the fair. he is obviously interested in enid, and has been your friend for years, so he'd never do anything to come on me, and you know i wouldn't allow it anyway!"

"you sure? because the way you hugged him when he handed you that prize said otherwise. what's next, he wins the poe cup in your honor? i don't fucking think so." xavier says, walking over to grab his keys and aggressively hand me my jacket. "i can't believe we have to go to that stupid dorm party tonight. i’m sure he's going to be eyeing you all night."

i roll my eyes and scoff, sliding my jacket on before opening the dorm’s tall door. "it's you that for some reason still wants to go. once again, no sense in making someone jealous when they don't want me in the first place. you're being ridiculous about this.”

he takes my hand as he locks the door, before walking down the hall with me and towards the next one, remaining silent during the five minute walk to ajax's dorm. our fingers were interlocked but the hold was fairly loose, as the two of us stared at the floor while we walked through the darkened hallway.

xavier and i had been together for a few months now, and while we rarely argued, jealously, and being overly possessive, seemed to be a pressing issue in our relationship. my boyfriend wasn't the kind to take other guys flirting with me lightly, and assumed that the smallest shit, like me literally hugging ajax, who was also my own friend, to be a sign of me returning affection that wasn't even there from either one of us in the first place.

upon reaching the dorm, xavier opened the door and greeted everyone with a smile on his face, sitting down on the bed aside yoko and enid. as i went to sit on his lap, he lightly nudged me off, which caused me to raise a brow, and plop down aside him instead.

"so, how was the carnival?" enid asked with a smile, looking around the room with excitement. "did you guys win any prizes? i got another shark plushie for my collection!" she pointed across the room to the giant mountain of stuffed animals against her window that was practically unable to be missed.

xavier rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "[y/n] won a panda, actually. it's super cute, if i say so myself, but it would be much cuter if i won it for her. isn't that right, ajax?"

ajax sighed, looking up to xavier awkwardly. "chill, bro. i happened to be at the booth and lended her a hand. she's not the best aimer when it comes to darts." he laughed in an attempt to ease the burning tension, but obviously, that made xavier way more amped up.

"she's also not the best when it comes to showing her friends affection. she's also not a big hugger, so she must have been really thankful for your help."

"xavier, quit it. you're being embarrassing at this point. i really don't want our friends thinking this of you, or our relationship." i frown, looking around the room of clearly uncomfortable guests while he nods, patting his hand on my thigh.

"you're right, baby. my fault." he says sarcastically, looking to enid. "i'm sure you had some sort of game for us to play, like usual?"

she nodded awkwardly, coughing to break the silence. "i did, xavier.. everyone up for truth or drink?"

everyone nodded, and we were thankfully, back into our normal routine as a group. back and forth, everyone went around with the bottle of cheap vodka passing from hand to hand as we each admitted something silly we were asked, or took a gulp of the horrifically smelling alcohol.

when it was xavier's turn, enid must have not thought her question through, because it sure got him riled up again.

"have you ever had a crush on someone else in the room besides [y/n]?" she asked, everyone muttering a small 'ooo' under their lips.

he chuckled, taking the bottle and placing it between his legs before looking to bianca. "obviously, enid. that lovely siren across the room from me."

bianca blushed softly, batting her blue-colored lashes before her cheeks flushed. "that's ancient history, xav."

that nickname slid smoothly out of her mouth, and boy, it stung me like a hornet. i held a fist aside my thigh to avoid letting anything slip out of my mouth, while i watched the encounter through a blank face. enid looked to me with pure panic on her face, as she mouthed an obvious 'sorry' while i merely nodded at her words. it's not like she was the one being a complete asshole about this, or blowing it insanely out of proportion.

"is it?" he answered with a wink, causing bianca to giggle loudly, as ajax interrupted the sinful flirting with a gesture towards xavier to grab the bottle of vodka, taking a hefty sip to prepare himself for the next few hours of pure torture for everyone except xavier, apparently.

the fact that he’d flirt with his ex in front of me to purposely make me feel jealous blew my mind. yeah, it worked, but this was on purpose. i knew he didn’t have feelings for her anymore, but he sure knew how to make it seem like it.

the next hour was complete and utter torture for me, as i watched everyone discuss the latest nevermore gossip and enid give a tour of her giant squish collection. as the night grew closer to midnight, i not only grew tired, but i was also ready to head back to my dorm and call it a night. it was best i didn’t speak to xavier tonight or crash at his place, because i really didn’t want my night to go further south than it already had.

“well,” i began, standing up and grabbing my phone, stuffing it into my pocket. “i think i’m gonna head back to my dorm, guys. it’s been fun.” i smile awkwardly, nodding to enid and giving her a soft thumbs up. “thanks for inviting me, i’ll see you in class monday.”

i turn around to walk out, shutting the door behind me before i speedily walk down the dark hallway with tears collecting in my eyes, reaching my dorm and upon shutting my door, i kick my shoes off and plop onto my bed, batting my eyes and wiping underneath them to calm myself and avoid any further embarrassment, even though i was now alone. while xavier did mean the world to me and i truly did love him, he could be a serious asshole at times.

i hear a knock on my door and i roll my eyes with a scoff, clearly aware of who was waiting for me on the other side. like i said before, i really didn't want to speak to xavier tonight, but he was really leaving me no choice.

i stood up and opened the door with a blank expression, allowing him to walk inside. i turn around, my hand still on the knob as i looked up to him with a frown.

"if you're just here to argue, then you might as well walk right back out this door." i say sternly and a bit flatly. "what you did at enid's was so embarrassing for not only you, but us. you know i didn't mean to make you upset, xavier, but you made me upset on purpose. you don't even like bianca, so why the hell would you pull that?"

xavier rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged lightly, walking over to sit down on my unmade bed. "look, i'm sorry, babe. i really didn't mean to make you that upset, i was just trying to make you feel the same way i felt."

i frown, walking over and sitting aside him, taking his hand and squeezing it softly. "our relationship isn't a competition. we need to talk things out before coming to conclusions, and also using other people to make someone else jealous? that's just fucked up."

"i'm sorry." xavier said quietly, resting his chin on the top of my head with a heavy sigh. "you know i love you."

"then act like it." i say coldly, looking up to him as i chewed on my bottom lip.

he pursed his lips together with a heavy sigh, pulling himself away from me before standing up, grabbing me by the ankles and pulling me down to where my back pressed against the mattress. he climbed on top of me and i lightly nudged him off, attempting to squirm out of his tall build.

“let me prove i’m sorry, baby, please..” he said quietly, pressing his lips against my neck while i continued to fight his touch.

he ran his tongue against my heated face until he landed at my mouth, pressing a soft kiss against my lips while his hand reached in between us to slide the waistband of my pants down.

i shook my head, kneeing him in the stomach, which quickly got him off of me.

“ouch!” xavier frowned, looking up to me as i got off the bed. “what is wrong with you, [y/n]?”

“what’s wrong with me?!” i turn to face him, my hands naturally throwing themselves into the air as my frustration only grew. “you’re the one who thinks i’ll just forgive you after we have sex.”

he sat up, sliding himself off the bed before walking towards me until my back was against the wall, with nothing but his hands sliding down my waist and to my ass, squeezing lightly before he leaned down to kiss my forehead.

“i didn’t say you had to forgive me, babe. just let me please you.”

i roll my eyes. “i would’ve been pleased if you didn’t throw a hissy fit tonight. now get away from me before i knee you where the sun doesn’t shine, xavier.”

he pulled away, holding his hands in the air and smirking down at me. “okay, fine. you wanna play that way, we’ll play that way.”

“what?” i quirk my brow. “what way?”

“the way where you pretend you don’t want me railing the shit out of you right now.” he smirked, taking my hand and pressing soft kisses against my knuckles. “i know you’re mad at me, but that doesn’t stop you from imaging what it would feel like to have me inside-”

“shut up.” i interrupt, pulling my hand away harshly before walking back to the bed. i sit on the side and cross my ankles as they hang above the floor. “you can leave now. seriously. maybe we should sleep this shit off.”

“gosh, [y/n], stop being so hardheaded.” xavier complains, walking up to me again before wrapping his hand around my neck, the other motioning down to press against my warmth through my pants, causing me to moan lightly.

a satisfied sigh slips from xavier’s lips as he steps closer, looking down at me as i avoided eye contact. “honestly, [y/n].. i’m not sure you’d be able to take my dick tonight.” he grinned, glancing down to the erection that was forming in his sweatpants. “i don’t know if you can handle me fucking you while i’m upset with you.” he slides down my pants to my knees, leaving me in my white panties, which were already covered with my wetness, despite how much i didn’t want to admit it.

“mind if i stretch you out a bit, baby?” he smirks, moving my underwear to the side before his thumb attached to my clit, rubbing softly and earning a heavy moan from my lips. he added one digit into my folds, fingering my softly as he began to open my walls up.

“you’re gonna take my dick so good, love.. i’m gonna make sure you’re mine tonight, and always, hm.. would you like that, baby?” he said softly, watching as he pumped his finger inside of me, while he gently added another.

i bite my lower lip, shaking my head slowly as i looked down between my legs. "you make this so complicated.."

"then fight it." he said back, raising a brow as i looked up to him with a shocked expression. "that seems to be your favorite thing to do tonight, right? fight?"

i scoff, rolling my eyes. "you're hilarious if you think i'm gonna fight this. go harder. you wanna fuck me mad, then prove it."

he nodded with a grin, tightening his fingers around my neck as his others finger fuck my dripping entrance. his digits curled within me, sending me into a loud moan as i looked down to watch his erection grow in his pants. his eyes glued against my entrance while he added another finger, making me yelp as all three fingers fucked me deep, stretching me out the more he pushed himself inside.

he pulled away once the bed began to hit the wall with each movement he made in me. he helped to flip me around, pulling my underwear down to the floor before sliding his own off.

"this doesn't mean i forgive you." i mutter, feeling his tip press against me before pushing inside. "i'm still angry."

"how about this," xavier began lifting my ass up on the bed and pressing my back down, pushing himself deeper inside of me, causing me to yelp as his balls hit my clit through one rough thrust. "less talking, more fucking. we'll talk about it in the morning."

i groan in annoyance, pressing my head against the pillow as i nod, sighing heavily. "fine. fuck me then."

"that's more like it." he leaned down to peck the back of my neck before his hands locked around my waist and he began to thrust, holding me tightly while he fucked me from the back, the two of us moaning in sync while the bed shook and the floor squeaked at xavier's every move.

"you're so wet, baby.. it's like you being mad at me just turns you on even more.. you gonna let daddy come in you tonight?" he cooed in my ear, pressing a kiss against my sweating temple. "i need to fill you up."

glancing up to him, i bite my lip and nod, small moans slipping off my lips as he pumped in and out of me, his hands traveling down to rest on my ass as he continued to thrust.

"you gonna answer me in more than a nod?" he said sternly, slowing down his pace as he leaned over to watch my facial expression drop.

my cheeks heated up and i sighed, locking eyes with him and nodding once again. "fine." i scoff, grinning softly. "fill me up, daddy. you wanna be so possessive over me, then prove it. make me yours."

"fuckkk.." he moaned at my words before starting a rhythm inside me again. his fingers gripping my ass cheeks with every thrust.

after a few more strokes, he wrapped one hand around my stomach before flipping me over, hovering over me and positioning himself once more.

"hold your legs." he said, watching as i took both of my ankles with each hand, holding them above me while my legs spread further and he slid inside of me once more. "i wanna be as deep inside you as i can be, love."

he slammed himself in and out of my walls, my legs shaking from the amount of stimulation he was filling me with. as xavier thrusted, i watched his face while he stared at my chest through my tank top, one of his hands trailing to slide underneath the shirt and to rub against my nipples, playing with the stimulated buds as he fucked me harder and harder.

"rub my clit, too. i wanna finish with you, xav." i demand, looking up to him as he nodded, moving his free hand to press against my skin, rubbing lightly as he worked himself up to even the stimulation out.

i moaned loudly the more his thumb press against the sensitive bud, and the more the knot in my stomach grew at his touch. god, no matter how mad i was at him, he sure knew how to make me reach an orgasm. every fucking time.

"i-i'm gonna - fuck - i'm gonna cum..!" i shout through staggered moans, my eyes closing as my back arches underneath me and i let go of my legs, both feet crashing onto the bed while xavier picks up his pace, closing his eyes as his orgasm grows closer as well.

i begin to buck my hips up, reaching over to grab his hand that was on my chest, interlocking our fingers together and squeezing his hand as we both reach our orgasms.

xavier moaned heavily, slowly pulling out of me before laying aside me. he cupped my cheeks, pulling me into a deep kiss. he smiled softly before taking my hand again.

"you still hate me?" xavier said with puppy dog eyes, taking me by the waist and pulling me closer to him. "because you're stuck with me, love."

"oh, fuck you." i kiss his cheek before slowly sitting up and pulling my top off. "fuck me again and maybe i'll hate you a little less."

"sounds good to me." xavier said before grabbing my waist and pressing me against the bed once again. he climed on top of me, kissing me once more. "i really do love you, though, [y/n]. i'm sorry about tonight. i let jealousy get ahead of me."

"hmm. how about this? less talking, more fucking." i copy his words from earlier, winking at him. "but i love you, too." i peck his lips in return, before pushing him down on the bed, and getting on top of him.

[ a/n: i also did want to mention i am back in classes and working more, so now so my posts may not be as frequent :'( nevertheless, please still share your thoughts and feel free to send me requests! ]

[the-way-astray]

HIIIIII

Katie gave me tips for this fic

You can put her partly to blame for thus 😃

This one is called:

High on Your Love

Stria was peacefully drinking her bottle of youth in the hall at Foxfire. She was almost late to class, but she really did not want to go to her inflicting lesson with Councilor Bronte. Last week, she dropped him down with one blast of pain, and he still didn't seem pleased with her.

The bell's shrill ring revertebrate off of the crystal walls. She cursed under her breath. Late. That would make him even more mad. She stalked down the hallway.

When she came up to the corridor, someone snatched her wrist. She yelped before seeing it was just her boyfriend. She let out a sigh of relief.

Keefe smirked at her. He took her other wrist in his hand, bringing her knuckles up to kiss them.

"Hey gorgeous," he whispered.

Stria felt a smile tug on her lips. "Well, hey. You know I have class, right?"

He tucked a curl behind her ear. "I know you don't want to do that. You should ditch with me."

She made a half-hearted attempt to pry from his grip. He tightened his hold. The idea really did sound quite appealing. Did she really feel like dealing with Bronte? Hanging out with Keefe felt much more appealing.

She felt herself become quite antsy at how nonchalant Keefe was being. The eyebrow raise he gave at her emotions, amped up this feeling. She needed him. Now!

He took his sweet time, however. He knew exactly what he was doing, grazing his fingers over her midriff, up her side. He settled his hands on her hips.

Stria held her breath, waiting for him to make his move. She wanted it. Craved it. Needed it.

He stayed where he stood. That knowing smirk creeped his face.

She circled his neck with her arms. Keefe brought his face closer to hers. Just out of reach for her to reach him. He was teasing her. That sly twinkle of his shone in his eyes. How she despised this boy for driving her crazy.

Stria ran a hand up his neck, to his hairline. She took a fistful of it in her hand, dragging him closer.

Keefe took one hand from her hip. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look in his eyes. If he didn't stop stalling soon, all of the creatures inside of her were going to bust her open and escape. She knew only his touch would calm them.

"Are you gonna kiss me, or what?" She finally asked.

He brushed her lips with his thumb. She felt warm. Her lips tingled where he had touched them. She sucked in a breath.

"Eventually," he murmured.

He continued stroking her lips. That wouldn't do with her patience.

"If you don't kiss me here in the next five seconds, I'm going to bite you," Stria informed him.

He challenged her with a smirk. "Alright, bet."

He leaned down and molded his mouth to hers. She locked onto him like a key.

She had meant that statement in reference to his thumb. But she would gladly go this route, too.

Sparks flew throughout her body. She wanted to try something. She had never done it before, but she was supposed to be in inflicting currently. So it was worth a shot to try.

She pushed out the ecstacy she was feeling in that moment out to Keefe. She knew it had worked when he made a noise of approval in response. His lips moved from her mouth, moving down to her neck.

She gasped in air. The dizzying rush the lack of oxygen gave her reminded her she still needed to breathe.

Keefe seemed to remember that as he pulled away. He panted for a moment before going back to her lips. His tongue brushed the corners of her mouth.

Stria balled up Keefe's tunic in her hand. He moved one hand to tilt her head back as he placed the other on her waist to back them behind the corridor so they'd be hidden from direct sight. He continued until her back was pressed to the wall. He went further, squishing up against her.

They kisses slowed from there. Keefe lazily moved back to her neck, slowly going further to her collarbone. She hummed her contentment, scratching her nails up and down his back.

Someone cleared their throat. Stria practically shoved Keefe off of her. It was far too late. Council Bronte had his arms crossed, tapping his foot.

Stria desperately wanted to try and find an excuse. It was no use, however. If her messy hair, smudged lipstick, and aggravated lips didn't say it, Keefe with remnence of her lipstick on his face, their wrinkled tunics, and both of them with a few hickeys sure did.

They both ended up with detention. The mentor had made sure to separate them. However, both Stria and Keefe thought it was very much worth it.

*sigh*

"High on Your Love" what love???? there is no love to be found here.

"Stria was peacefully drinking her bottle of youth in the hall at Foxfire." already i've been characterized wrong. i'm a dehydrated freak. hope this helps.

"She was almost late to class, but she really did not want to go to her inflicting lesson with Councilor Bronte. Last week, she dropped him down with one blast of pain, and he still didn't seem pleased with her." late to class? me? never. and bronte actually gets pulled out of the weirdness with negative emotions, and put into it with positive. so that's interesting.

"The bell's shrill ring revertebrate off of the crystal walls." i believe foxfire's bell is actually chimes or something like that?

"She yelped before seeing it was just her boyfriend. She let out a sigh of relief." the word boyfriend in reference to the relationship between me and keefe made me take so much psychic damage i had to close this and take a second. and "relief" is not a word i'd use to describe my feelings toward keefe. "rage" is better.

"Keefe smirked at her. He took her other wrist in his hand, bringing her knuckles up to kiss them." GET YOUR ASS LIPS OFF OF ME BOY.

""Hey gorgeous," he whispered. Stria felt a smile tug on her lips. "Well, hey. You know I have class, right?"" banging my head into the wall i HATE looks-based compliments. this is so fucking out of character i'd be shoving his face into the wall. and why is he whispering? speak up, boy. and i'd never skip class to make out with someone . . . especially if that someone was keefe . . .

"He tucked a curl behind her ear. "I know you don't want to do that. You should ditch with me."" GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF MY HAIR. WEIRDO!!!! and classic keefe. sigh.

"She made a half-hearted attempt to pry from his grip. He tightened his hold. The idea really did sound quite appealing. Did she really feel like dealing with Bronte? Hanging out with Keefe felt much more appealing." my full-ass heart would be in that action, actually. and you switched the sentences, here i'll fix it for you: "did she really feel like hanging out with keefe? dealing with bronte felt much more appealing."

"She felt herself become quite antsy at how nonchalant Keefe was being." yeah antsy with RAGE because i want to PUNCH him. and keefe is not nonchalant. at all. he's the exact opposite at all times. is this why he's so annoying and cringe all the time? mayhaps.

"The eyebrow raise he gave at her emotions, amped up this feeling. She needed him. Now!" i've passed away. i'm dead. the cringe fucking knocked me out, shot me, dug my grave, and buried me. and the exclamation point isn't helping with that. HELP ME.

"He took his sweet time, however. He knew exactly what he was doing, grazing his fingers over her midriff, up her side. He settled his hands on her hips." the midriff is above the hips. and if he takes this long, i would get so bored and faint for sheer annoyance halfway through. this man is so crusty!!!! GET OFF!!!!

"Stria held her breath, waiting for him to make his move. She wanted it. Craved it. Needed it." hello i'm dead. goodbye, it was nice knowing you.

"That knowing smirk creeped his face." i would punch him :) i hate smirking boys.

"How she despised this boy [ . . . ]" accurate and the rest of the sentence doesn't change the meaning of it at all. trust.

"Stria ran a hand up his neck, to his hairline. She took a fistful of it in her hand, dragging him closer." and then she ripped it out. painfully.

"If he didn't stop stalling soon, all of the creatures inside of her were going to bust her open and escape." there are two wolves inside me: hate keefe, and be angry at keefe. they are never at war and coexist quite peacefully, actually.

"She knew only his touch would calm them." hello i am perished. i am deceased. i am gone. NO IF HE TOUCHED ME I'D SHOVE HIM OFF ME. BECAUSE HE'S FUCKING. CRUSTY-ASS KEEFE. EW.

""Are you gonna kiss me, or what?" She finally asked. He brushed her lips with his thumb. She felt warm. Her lips tingled where he had touched them. She sucked in a breath." NOOOOOOO. NOT THE "SHE SUCKED IN A BREATH" THIS IS SO SHANNON. NO, WAIT. THIS IS SO YA.

""Eventually," he murmured." this crusty musty rusty dusty man.

""If you don't kiss me here in the next five seconds, I'm going to bite you," Stria informed him." i do bite people (my friends). so that makes this sentence roughly *checks notes* 0.000000001% accurate.

"He challenged her with a smirk. "Alright, bet."" NOT THE ALRIGHT, BET . . . WHY DOES HE TALK LIKE A TWELVE-YEAR-OLD PREPUBESCENT BOY???? AND HOW IS THIS NOT TAKING ME OUT. EWWWWWW.

"He leaned down and molded his mouth to hers. She locked onto him like a key." what the actual fuckety fucking fuck is this word choice. makes me feel like he's sucking my face off.

"Sparks flew throughout her body." HELP NOT THIS FUCKING LINE.

"She pushed out the ecstacy she was feeling in that moment out to Keefe. She knew it had worked when he made a noise of approval in response. His lips moved from her mouth, moving down to her neck." NOT THE ECSTASY . . . NO. NO. NOT ME FUCKING. INFLICTING ON HIM. ALAYDA I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU. and get your crusty-ass fucking lips off my neck, keefe. fuck you.

"Stria balled up Keefe's tunic in her hand." literally why would i do that. why.

"He moved one hand to tilt her head back as he placed the other on her waist to back them behind the corridor so they'd be hidden from direct sight. He continued until her back was pressed to the wall. He went further, squishing up against her." why are we stereotypical teenagers . . . nobody actually does this shit . . .

"They kisses slowed from there." can they stop entirely. please.

"Stria [ . . . ] shoved Keefe off of her." THIS SHOULD'VE BEEN THE ONLY LINE IN THE ENTIRE FIC. and don't even think about what i took out that changes nothing.

"Council Bronte had his arms crossed, tapping his foot." THANK YOU BRONTE (i still hate him)!!!!

"If her messy hair, smudged lipstick, and aggravated lips didn't say it, Keefe with remnence of her lipstick on his face, their wrinkled tunics, and both of them with a few hickeys sure did." i don't wear lipstick, i think i've worn it maybe once in my life because my dad forced me. unfortunately my hair does get messy easily. big sigh. "aggravated lips" alayda i want you dead in a ditch. what the fuck. were we biting each other what how why when where what.

"They both ended up with detention. The mentor had made sure to separate them. However, both Stria and Keefe thought it was very much worth it." I HAVE NEVER GOTTEN DETENTION EVER WHAT THE FUCK. I WOULD NOT THINK IT WAS WORTH IT. RUINING MY PERFECT RECORD???? FOR KEEFE???? EWWWWWW. EW. EWWWWWWWWW. GROSS.

in conclusion, i'm going to kill alayda and frame katie for the murder. you're both horrific terrible people and i'm going to block you both.

[comphy-and-cozy]

48 with Brock!!! His dogs are sooo cute

they are the cutest little guys which is fitting bc so is brock

celebrate 1K with me

Prompt: #48 "Send. Pic. Of. Dog. Now."

Pairing: Brock Boeser x Reader (gn)

Word Count: ~730

Warnings: Brief alcohol use/mention

The sound of your keys hitting the floor with a clunk is loud, but you can hardly be bothered to care as you drop your bag beside the keyring. Kicking your shoes off, you make a beeline for the couch, falling face first into the soft cushion with a grunt.

You had one of the worst days you’d had in a while, starting with an empty gas tank that caused you to be late to work. Then, issue after issue and several difficult customers only amped up your irritation, having to take 5 minutes to cry in the breakroom no less than three times. Finally, you escaped the confines of your workplace only to find that you had locked your keys in your car and had to wait over an hour for AAA to arrive.

So, to say you want to curl up into a ball and cry is an understatement. You’re almost too exhausted to do even that, choosing to savor the feeling of being horizontal after the day from hell.

And then your phone buzzes. You groan, allowing yourself a few more moments of wallowing in self-pity before you heave yourself up to pull your phone out of your pocket to check the message, hoping it's not more bad news.

[Brock:] how’s it going?

With a snort, you think to yourself, ‘Where do I begin?’, instead opting to send an easier message: “Send. Pic. Of. Dog. Now.”

Not 30 seconds later, an entire collection of photos of Milo and Coolie snoozing on his couch, the last one a blurry shot of Coolie’s tongue licking the camera. You smile through a sniffle, reacting to the image with a thumbs up.

A little while later, your phone buzzes again, this time with an incoming call from Brock. You place him on speakerphone, not bothering to lift your head from the cushion.

“That bad, huh?” he laughs upon hearing your grunt as a greeting.

“You have no idea.”

You can hear he’s in the car, the sound of his blinker in the background. “You want to talk about it?”

“I just want to drown myself in ice cream and a fuzzy blanket. Maybe a glass of wine. Or four.”

He laughs. “Ice cream and wine? Doesn’t sound like the best pairing, but I’ve heard worse.”

“Don’t judge me.”

“Hey, do your thing,” he says, and you can imagine him holding his hands up in defense. You hear the jingle of his keys and the shutting of a car door.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Me? Oh just dropping something off to a friend.”

As if on cue, you hear a knock on your door. With a groan, you roll yourself off of the couch to answer it, expecting to see a delivery driver with a package. Instead, it’s Brock, holding his phone to his ear and two leashes in his other hand. He’s grinning, then holds up a paper bag. “I come bearing gifts.”

You don’t bother hanging up the phone, instead launching yourself forward into his arms with a tight squeeze. The tears well up faster than you anticipate, and he secures his arms around you and rocks you gently while you cry.

“This is so sweet,” you say through sniffles.

“I couldn’t just leave you hanging after you had an awful day,” he smiles once you let him go, a tearful smile in return. 

Brock gestures for you to step back into your house, then whistles at Coolie and Milo, who pounce through your front door and look up at you expectantly, waiting for pets and treats. Their excited tails flap as their tongues find your face while you give each of them a greeting, already feeling your bad mood dissipating at the arrival of the dogs. And Brock. Mostly the dogs.

But then Brock pulls out a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and a bottle of Pinot Noir, and you’re gaping up at him. “How did you know?” you ask.

“I know you better than anyone,” he says with a smile, moving into your kitchen to retrieve spoons and wine glasses. “Or did you forget?”

You shake your head no, accepting the wine glass gratefully. “Thank you, Brock.”

“Don’t mention it,” he waves you off, then plops on the couch, whistling to encourage the dogs to hop up beside him.  “Now, should we watch Frozen or Moana?”

[yoitsjay]

Introductions

Pairings: none, fem reader

Summary: your the new stage manager for The Bad Batch Band, time for some introductions.

Warnings: none

Word count: 762

“So what happened with the old stage manager?” A louder gravelly voice asked out whilst setting up the drums to practice on. Wrecker, always curious as to conversations he definitely was a part of, but definitely was not paying attention too. A bored sigh followed his question, and the lead guitarist Crosshair spoke up next.

“We told you wrecker, she tried sleeping with Hunter, got rejected and quit.” He huffed, fiddling with the amp and the amp cords that connected the guitar to said amp so it made noise, like an actual guitar. Tech and Echo, the bassist and backup guitarist were kind of doing the same, glancing up when Wrecker and Crosshair started bickering.

Hunter’s voice then cut through theirs, and the two brothers went quiet to listen in. “Okay boys, enough. Our new stage manager will be here in a couple minutes. So let's greet her out front.” Hunter ordered, and led his brothers outside of the studio just as a beautiful bloody red 1967 pontiac firebird rolled up to the studio. The rims of the wheels were painted gold, which accented off the red beautifully.

Tech was fascinated with how well the car was kept, and whoever was in it must have loved old cars since the engine was basically purring before the engine shut off.

The door squeaked slightly as it was opened, and out you walked wearing a pair of black baggy cargo pants with several skull designs on the pockets on the sides, followed by chains and other silver accents that littered the fabric. You were wearing a fishnet top with sleeves that stopped at your hand, looking like fishnet gloves but full arm length, and overtop that you had a black body tight tank top which was tucked into the black cargo pants, a double holed belt keeping the pants secured around your waist. You also wore a few different types of necklaces, and your ears were riddled with different piercings in different locations.

You were wearing sunglasses, but they were just clip ons to your actual pair of glasses. Your hair was down, stopping at your middle back. Hunter noticed that you had a few rings and bracelets on as well, and he definitely loved your vibe, much more than the previous girl. “You must be our new stage manager, im h-”

“Hunter, I know. And these are your brothers Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker and Echo, and your sister Echo must be inside… I can't forget the cowballer.” you finished his sentence, flashing the boys a smile as you lifted the shaded part of your glasses. “Well there's lots to do and little time before your Cali tour starts so chop chop! i wanna hear you practice and then we pack to get on the bus which is waiting at the airport for us. The Marauder right? cool bus name.” You spoke hastily, opening the passenger door to your car as you leaned in, pulling out a clipboard and a large stack of paper.

“Come on! everyone inside!” You rushed, locking your car before following them inside.

Hearing them practice, and then getting them to the hotel closest to the music hall was no easy feat but you made it work, and even got them there early which never happened. Hunter liked the fact that whenever it came to omega you always got on her level to speak, and were just genuinely kind, again- unlike the previous manager.

You dropped your keys in the parking guy's hands, and lowered your glasses down your nose as you glared at him. "So much as put one scratch into her paint, and i’ll hang your head from my rearview mirror.” You hissed, probably making the poor dude piss himself as he grabbed your keys and went to park your car.

You waited for the rest of the boys to get here in their band bus, pulling up not long after you did. The concert wasn't until tomorrow, but once the boys and omega were settled into the hotel, you’d have some free time.

You walked up to the receptionist and grinned as she basically withered under your gaze whilst taking your information, passing you the keys to each room with shaking hands. You turned to Hunter and the rest of them, and started handing out their designated keys. “I got you and omega a double room, so you both have your seperate bedrooms but in the same room.” You explained as you handed Hunter the key before making sure you had your own.

“Alright! time to settle in”

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