#already sucked off one just gotta wait for the other to get back in state

[gilverrwrites]

Take your mind off it

Tim Drake/Reader, 750 words A/N: This is an amalgamation of 2 requests, one for Tim gently eating out his people-pleasing gf, the other for Tim eating out his gf to comfort them after a rough day. I also want Tim between my legs carnally so I can't fault you. Though I've gotta say, Tim is one hell of a hypocrite. He might not be a people-pleaser, but he sure as hell take on to much work and suffers in silence about it. Warnings: Very minor mention of overstim.

The mattress creaks under Tim’s weight as he crawls over you. He’s naked and damp from his post-patrol shower, dark hair scraped back away from his face, cheeks reddened from the steam, and lips pressed into a frown as he examines your heavy eyes and bitten lips.

“What are you still doing up?” It’s not that he isn’t happy to see you still awake. The city had been quiet tonight and he’d been hoping to find you awake if only to help let off some pent-up energy, but he can tell just by looking at you that something is wrong.

“Just couldn’t sleep.” You sigh, a smile cracking on your lips as Tim plants his hands on either side of your head and leans in for a kiss.

His breath is hot on your skin, but after a moment cooled remnants of his wash begin to drip onto your skin making you writhe from the ticklish sensation. You try to bat him away, but he remains firm, eventually grabbing your wrists and pinning them to your pillow. He hovers over you, watching you through wispy, envy-inducing lashes as you struggle to escape his grasp.

“Why can't you sleep?” He quizzes, look on his face tells you he already has the answer. “Have you been overthinking again?”

That knowing expression twists, becoming playfully smug as you sheepishly nod, admitting defeat. His grip doesn’t falter, but eventually, his manner softens as you fill him in on the day you've had. He kisses your neck as you lament about how you’ve once again stretched yourself thin trying to do everything for everyone. His hands slip beneath your sleepwear, and he savours the way your voice hitches as you admit that you’ve no idea how you’ll keep all the promises you’ve made. The problems are so quintessentially you, he can’t help the affectionately sly smirk that spreads across his lips as he starts to kiss his way down your chest.

“You need to learn to say no.” He scolds quietly before hooking his fingers into your bottoms, and without hesitation you lift your hips, allowing him to pull them from you. It should go without saying but he feels the need to tack on; “Not now though! Unless you don’t want to, but I really think that right now you need to relax. Things won’t seem so dire if you get some rest and take your mind off it.”

“You’re right.” You hate to admit it.

Only because he always responds quickly with; “I’m always right.”

There’s no time to dwell on it, however. The moment Tim starts to inch between your legs, you spread them without hesitation, a shiver rolling up your spine when you feel his thumb brush gently along your slit. He rolls the calloused bed against your clit with paper-light pressure until you start to roll your hips, silently begging for more.

You’re in no state to be goaded, so he doesn’t make you wait any longer; quickly sinking his thumb between your lips and into your entrance in one quick movement before putting his mouth to good use. There’s no teasing, no clever comments, just Tim, watching you through adoring blue eyes as he laps at your cunt.

He starts slow, lolling his flat tongue against your clit in lazy, slow motions, soaking up your juices and thoroughly enjoying the way his satisfied groans make you grip his wet hair harder and harder with every hum.

His cock is rock-hard. Unconsciously, he ruts it against your shared bed-sheets but primarily he keeps his focus solely on your clit, fucking your tight pussy with his thumb in short, relaxed pumps between sucking and licking at your sensitive bud to ensure your stimulation. When you start to really squirm, he ups his tempo, locking his free arm over your stomach and chasing after you when you begin to lift your hips. He all but purrs into your heated sex when your grasp in his roots tightens, the resulting vibrations push you over the edge.

You shut your eyes tight, pussy constricting even tighter around his thumb as you reach your climax, but Tim’s eyes are wide open, focused on your blissful face and the way you call his name as your legs shake and your core gushes down his neck. He keeps you in his grip, working at your cunt until your body falls limp, legs still twitching as he boarders overstimulating you. Your answer to his next question will be the deciding factor on whether he crosses that line. “What are you thinking about now?”

[bare-booty]

Currently flirting with both halves of this couple I’m friends with and having the time of my life 😍

[mushies-stories]

Naruto boys

The first time cockwarming them

Naruto, Shikamaru, Gaara, Kankuro X GNReader

Warnings: SMUT 18+! cock waming, pet names, no use of Y/N

The first time Cock warming them

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Naruto Uzumaki: sweet and loving S/O

Naruto wouldn't have thought of the idea himself but you, after a night out with some friends and while gossiping, you were introduced to a new idea. So a few nights later while naruto was late coming home you went to seek him out, not wanting to fall asleep without him.

You walked into his office late at night, the room lit only by the desk lamp. He was hunched over his paperwork, eyes tired but face smoothing when he sees it's you. He gives you an apologetic look as you approach his chair. “Sorry sweety, late night. I promise I'll be home soon.” he said.

You shook your head and smiled sweetly, you slid your pants and underwear down and kicked them aside. You brought a leg to slide across his lap so you could straddle him. “No need, ill by just a second.” you as you undid his pants and slid your hand into his boxers and slowly started to pump his cock tell you felt it begin to harden.

His body tensed as he watched you. “Baby, wait a minute I gotta finish these papers.” he said. 

You leaned down and kissed his jaw. “I know.” you said, finally pulling him out so his cock could stand erect. You adjust to you hovering over him with the tip pressed against your entrance and slowly sank down. 

You both let out  gaspy moans as he filled your tight hole. When his cock was fully nestled in you he let out a shaky breath. “So tight, how am I supposed to focus?” he chuckled, feeling your walls flutter around him. 

You yawned and leaned into his chest. Closing your eyes you snuggle into him. “I'll relax in a moment.” you said with content sigh. “Take your time.” you whispered, already dozing off into his warm heat surrounding you. 

He smiled down at you as you were breathing steadily and you finally relaxed around him. In all honesty it took him longer to get his work done, having to take a few breaks to just feel you pulse around him. You got a nice nap in until he was finally done, and finally ready to fuck you properly.

Shikamaru Nara: bratty and needy S/O

He was trying to nap, laying on back with one arm behind his head and the other resting on his stomach when you creeped into the room. You hadn't gotten to spend much time together lately and you were starting to feel lonely. He heard you approaching and opened one eye to look up at you as you stood above him. “Shikamaru, you've been busy all week.” you said with a pout. 

He hummed and closed his eyes again. “Just a little nap.” He said.

You huffed and went to straddle his lap, he didn't even react. You leaned over his body, pressing yourself against him and littering gentle kisses to his neck and jawline. He sighs and opens his eyes, narrowing them down at you. “Cant even wait thirty minutes?” he said with a yawn. 

You shook your head and sucked the skin below his ear while grinding down against his now semi-hard cock. “I’ve been waiting, I cant anymore Shika.” you whined. 

He let out a soft sigh and rolled his eyes. “Aright alright, take your pants off brat.” he said.

You complied and stood to take your pants and underwear off while Shikamaru shimmed his pants down enough to let his cock spring free. You smiled and went back to stadling him, looking down at him with a happy smile. He chuckled and nodded his head once. “Go on.” He said.

You wasted no time in lining up with your entrance and sliding the tip in with a content sigh. Your eyes closed as you slowly sank down on him. Before you could bring yourself back up him his hands were on your hips, slamming you down so his cock was filling you completely. “Shika!” you whined at the sudden harsh movement. 

He just smirked and brought a hand up to the back of your neck and pulled you down to lay your head on his chest. “Nap first, then ill fuck you how you want.” he stated, holding you firm and close. Both hands came to wrap around your back as you sank into him with a drafted grumble. 

He might be a brat himself, but he kept his word and when he woke to find you fast sleep on his chest he couldn't help but hold you sweety against him as his cock slowly started to fuck you awake. 

Gaara: sweet and loving S/O

It was early, much earlier than anyone else would be awake and gaara was sitting in his office, head leaned back and eyes closed. He looked tired and really you couldn't tell if he ever even came to bed since he had a tendency to sneak in late, normally after you fell asleep.

He didn’t notice you standing in the doorway until he heard the click of it shutting and saw you walking over to him with a small smile and tired eyes. “Been here all night?” you ask, coming to stand next to his chair and immediately he pulls you between his legs and hugs your waist so his face is hidden in the fabric of your shirt. 

He nods. “There was just so much paperwork and planning.” he mumbles against you. 

Your hands rake through his hair. “Maybe… I can help you alleviate some stress while you finish up?” you offered, voice hushed and a little uncertain. Gaara was still tricky when it came to intimacy and you didn't want to push him. So you thought you'd at least offer. He looked up at you, waiting to hear what you had to offer. “Sit back for a moment, okay?” you said and he complied, leaning back so you had room to undress your lower half. 

“Darling…” it almost sounded like a warning but even he didn't seem sure of it. You continued and moved to grab the waistband of his pants. You looked up at him with reassuring eyes and he shifted so you could guide his cock free. A small huff ame from him when you sat back in his lap and pushed the tip to your tight hole. “I have work my love.” he stated, holding your hips still above his already hard cock.

You smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek. “I know, let me help?” you said, trying your best at puppy eyes. He chuckled softly and allowed you to sink down on him. He closed his eyes briefly as he felt his cock sink into your tight hole but held his sounds in while you let out breath gasps when you felt he was fully in. Once you were comfortable in his lap you brought your arms up to wrap around his shoulders and leaned into him. “I'll be right here waiting for you to be done.” you said, kissing the side of his neck. 

You waited so patiently for him to finish his work and when he was finally done he made sure to thank you. 

Kankuro: sweet and needy S/O

He was working on a puppet late at night, repairing it in time for a mission coming up. You had woken in the middle of the night feeling particularly needy only to find your bed empty and your heart feeling similar. your fingers grasped for Kankuro but found nothing. You knew where he probably was and rushed down the stairs to his workshop. All you wore was his shirt and a pair of underwear as you bare feet hit the cold ground.

His head snapped up when he heard the door creek open. You stood peering your head to see where he was. you looked so sweet and tired and his heart leaped when you finally followed the dim light to his work space in the corner of the room and your eyes finally found him. “It's late.” He said. 

You smiled sheepishly and stepped into the room and closed the door behind you. You padded over to stand opposite him on the other side of his work table where puppet pisces and bits were all strung about. “I know, I just… I wanted to see you.” you practically whispered. 

The faint blush creeping on your cheeks told him you wanted something more than just to see him. He smiled sweetly and set the part he was working on down. “That so sweetheart? You just wanted to see me in the middle of the night?” 

You looked away for a moment before looking back to Kankuro. You knew that wasn't the only reason but you didn't want to bother him while he was working. “Mhhmm” you hummed. 

He nodded with a small smirk. “Would you like to help me while I work baby?” he asked.

Your eyes gleamed at his words. “Can i?” 

He smiled and leaned back. Your eyes followed his movement as he slid a hand down the front of his pants and started to pump his cock as he looked at you with soft eyes. “Take those off and come here?” he asked, motioning to your pants with his free hand.

He freed his cock as he watched you discard your pants and underwear and came around to stand between his legs. He guided your hips with both hands to straddle his thighs while his cock pushed into your little hole. You whimpered softly into his neck while you clung to his chest. “sshh, relax for me.” he soothed, finally bottoming out in you. “Now, you keep me nice and warm while I work okay?” he said, picking his part and tools back up. 

You let out a soft sigh and nuzzle yourself into him, perfectly content and stuffed.

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Tell me something awful like you are a lover stuck in the body of a racing guy - Fernando Alonso x reader

Summary: phone sex drabble with Alonso I wrote on the train.

Pop music blares through your headphones from your guilty pleasure playlist as you're scrubbing a kitchen counter. The blonde singer's words about hating it here couldn't resonate with you more. Living with strangers was bareable. Them being students and not really sticking to a cleaning schedule was to be expected. You'd committed similar sins before. But texting your landlord to fix your water pressure while the state of the kitchen (and honestly, the whole flat) was abysmal wasn't the smartest. You hated confrontation,so it was on you to bring everything up to the guy's standards. One bit of the shared space took you an hour. You were tired. Unemployed. Done. Cold. Just as you were about to follow your astrology app's suggestion of a good cry, you get a WhatsApp notification from your boyfriend, asking you to call him.

"Hey, Fernando. Everything all right?"you say as his face pops on screen.

"Yeah, I just woke up. Figured I wanted to give you a tour of Sin City, but I think you'll have to wait a bit," he trails off.

"What, not feeling like an early bird, huh? Usually, I'd be the one bugging you to stay in bed with me and cuddle more. What's new, hmm?" you ask, curious as to why he's called you out of the blue.

He just grunts and flips the camera. Your eyes take a second to process what you're seeing. And then you focus on the tent in his boxers. As if intent to kill you both on the spot, he adds, "You know, it's your fault. Had a dream about you, and apparently, even fake you has the same effect as the real thing."

You laugh, just a bit.

"Sorry, sorry, love. Just the thought of you getting a morning boner like some teenager is hilarious." Sensing that he's about to hang up and not wanting to deal with it, there's a plan forming. The good cry you were considering a few moments before was going to be turning into a good wank. "Wait. Let me help you. Please?"

Fernando pretends to consider it for a moment. You both know that phone sex is the key to not loosing one's mind during a triple header.

"Fine." He agrees. "But you gotta put on a real show on for me, beautiful. Wanna see you ride your toy like it's me.".

"It is you,". Nando's reaction to your previous dildo was to replace it as soon as possible. You were flabbergasted that he would go through with cloning his willy, as the kit said, just to stake a stupid claim on you. All your annoyance evaporated the first time you used the new toy and came so hard you questioned every other solo orgasm before. You tell your boyfriend you'd be right back as you swiftly disappear to wash the dildo. Thankfully, no one's around to see you. You prop your phone on the edge of the bed, following Nando's example. His hand is already slowly palming his cock. You're about to spread the lube on your hands, when you realize you're still fully clothed.

"Teasing or quickie?" You ask him.

"You know the quote, honey. As much as I wanna watch you touch yourself and suck it first, on a time crunch here. So, clothes off and giddy up, cowgirl." He says.

You spread the lube on the dildo, matching Fernando's pace. God, the visuals of his cock, ready for you but out of reach was driving you crazy.

"You know what to do, baby. Rub your clit like I would touch you. Don't be cutting corners just because I'm not there to guide you on it properly." He adds.

You loved his more commanding side. Before you two had sex for the first time, he wondered why you'd pick someone his age to date. It became glaring obvious during fucking you, the way you melted against his words, how you begged him to be faster, harder, rougher, to not hold back on you. You depended on him to give you just what other partners often missed to do.

You realized that you were spacing out and returned to the task at hand. Circling your clit, once, twice and thrice and already you're wet and ready. You straddle the toy, making sure Fernando gets a premium view of how the plastic cock sinks inside of you slowly.

He groans and tightens his fist, squeezing it against the base.

"Faster, honey. Show me that I taught you how to take it. Ride it for me." He commands, needing to see you fall apart and soon.

You bite your lip and find your rhythm. Usually, when you used the dildo, it was in missionary. This position was making everything so much more intense for you it was as if you were doing it with the real thing. Speeding up, you could feel the toy going deeper, making you clench against it. You let you a quiet moan of Fernando's name, a plea, and a futile action.

"You look so good like this, my love. God, when I come back, I want to taste you as you play with this. Would you like this? To feel my tongue on your clit as you're fucking yourself on my dick, huh? Sound good, no?". Nando's fantasy reminds you of how his hands will be on you soon, how you'll fall apart on his lips, how he'll make sure to have you coming in exotic destinations, away from everything you hate here. This fuels a fire in you and you're thrusting your hips, the toy slick with your wetness.

Your boyfriend's pumping matches your speed, and you can see how he's rubbing down drops of precum down his shaft.

"Tell me when you're about to cum for me, beautiful. Let's do it together." Less than a minute later you're a moaning mess, pussy clenching against the plastic replica of your lover's cock and saying that you're about to finish. Fernando encourages you to go over the edge, to finish you both off like a good girl. And that's exactly what you do. You wish you could take the shot where he angles his cock and cums all over his stomach and have it burned behind your retinas forever. You're both panting and spent and taking a few minutes before starting your actual post-orgasm rituals and clean up.

"I'll call you again in half an hour, okay? Let me know what you wanna see of Vegas, and I'll have my driver pass it. Think I have the time to even walk into some landmarks and get you whatever souvenirs what you want. Plan and let me know. I love you, sweetheart." He says. Underneath the tough exterior and the sometimes arrogant facade was a gentle, wonderful boyfriend. Maybe you didn't really hate it here. And just maybe he was a lover, stuck in the body of a racing guy.

[urhoneycombwitch]

im gonna be at work for high night 🙄 so save my self-indulgent idea for later lu

reader who keeps hitting the snooze button on their alarm and groans knowing they need to get up for work but they just really cannot find the motivation to. The bed is warm and they're so comfortable and what's the harm of calling out....

Eddie who notices they're still laying down, eyes closed and in that fighting off being awake state and he knows there's only so many snoozes they can hit before they're definitely going to be running late so he sneaks under the covers....

and he doesn't come back up again until reader is awake, a tired, but satisfied smile on their face as they blink up at the ceiling. He presses some kisses to their lips/cheek/neck, slick and smelling like them, going "Hi, pretty. Ready to get up now?"

nauuurrr anon 😞 we will miss you but hope u see this after ur shift 💖 eeeheeeeheeeheee I’m literally kicking my feet behind my back sleepover-style giggling at this. that ellipses is so sinister I gotta help it out

+18 mdni

cw: R receives oral + fingering while sleeping (has been previously discussed as a 👍), somno, Eddie’s a soft!dom

___

Eddie’s always so attentive to your needs and state of being- he’s naturally super empathetic. by no means a morning person himself, he learns quickly that the rhythm of your day is usually set by how you wake up.

he’s dealt with the consequences of you having been off to a bad start, before- it takes a huge amount of cajoling or kisses or swinging by the diner for waffles to shake you out of a grumpy funk. and based on the way you’ve been tossing and turning this morning, you’re about to have the most miserable work shift ever.

what he doesn’t have this morning, though, is a lot of time- waffles will have to be for another day. he’s got an even better idea for a sweet wakeup.

he moves slow, weight in his hands on either side of your sleeping frame, kissing as he moves down your body. first to your bare shoulder. then to the side of that pretty nightie’s strap. one for your pebble nipple, peaking through the silk.

Eddie trails his kisses down- one on your stomach, one for the bump of your cunt- pulling the sheets away as he goes.

with fingers nimble and dextrous, he feels for the band of your underwear while keeping his eyes on your face, careful to pause if your expression changes. the goal is to keep you pliant, for this next part…

he gets his head under the edge of your nightdress, pussy fully exposed to the eager lappings of his mouth. with one hand on your stomach to keep your center grounded, Eddie slips the middle two fingers of his other hand into your slippery cunt.

a soft shift of your hips, a whimper, and Eddie moves his hands with your pelvis, using the momentum to dip and catch your clit in his mouth.

he follows with his head as your hips sink back down into the mattress, sucking hard on your beating clit as he goes.

you must’ve been having a dirty dream, ‘cuz you’re already so tight around his fingers, slick pooling in his palm. he laps noisily into your cunt, wet squelch of his fingers bringing you to bleary consciousness.

“whuh- uh- oh fuck, Eddie-”

your legs jerk close on impulse, trapping his head between your thighs, and Eddie thinks he might’ve died and gone to heaven. fully clothed, about to cream his jeans from eating his girl out. sure, he’s down to meet god, but can it wait a second?

“was dreamin’ you- ah, yeah, there- dreamin’ of you doing this to me. fuck…” your voice ends in a hoarse rasp, your hands shooting into Eddie’s hair, tugging at the roots.

he ruts into the mattress, cock leaking steadily into the fabric of his briefs, humming with pleasure against your clit.

your back arches off the mattress, he hears that tell-tale, breathy little gasp, and you’re gone- clenching around his fingers like a vice, flooding against his pistoning fingers.

he’s gone just as soon as you, coming in hot spurts with each upstroke against the quilt below, moaning into your pussy.

he kisses a sticky trail back up your body, sliding your nightie strap into place, loving and firm- “morning, princess. go take a shower, and no complaining. as a thank you for the wake up gift- ‘kay?”

you wouldn’t dream of complaining, nodding easily to his command, sleepy and sated smile on your face. your arms reach to encircle his shoulders, and Eddie leans in for a kiss- he tastes like you.

[daisyvisions]

After Midnight - (jc.b)

➺ Pairing: bf!Jacob x fem!reader

➺ Summary: Wherein Jacob tries to save whatever is left of your birthday and make it the most memorable one possible.

➺ Word Count: 1.3K

➺ Warnings: Considering this smut! (18+, minors DNI), Lots and lots of kissing, some dry humping, groping if you squint, allusions to sex, pet name (honey), a little angst but mostly fluff! Very suggestive.

➺ A/N: Inspired by this ask from @maryamtbz. Sorry this got to you late but hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Proofread once, will go back to fix it when I can!

➺ Network & Tag: @deoboyznet @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez @aimeecarreros

“Honey please talk to me.” Jacob leans his head against the door.

“Leave me alone!” You shout from the other end.

Jacob didn’t want to push any further so he let go of the knob and slowly sat on the floor, leaning his back against the wooden surface as he waited for you to unlock the doorknob. He could slowly feel his heart aching from the gentle sobs coming from the other side of the door.

He was sure he was going to make this birthday the most memorable one ever. Jacob even went as far as planning this birthday as soon as the last one ended, making sure everyone had RSVP’ed in advance and followed up with each person too.

But when two hours had passed since the time you were expecting guests, your hopes were instantly shattered as reality slapped you in the face… No one was coming tonight.

A few hours passed by with Jacob still by your door. While he was waiting, he was already hatching up a backup plan that would hopefully salvage whatever was left of the night. As soon as the idea hit him, he heard you unlock the door. He immediately got up to his feet and knocked before entering, seeing you sitting at the edge of your bed looking like all the energy you had was sucked right out of you.

The image of your tear-stained cheeks along with your puffy eyes were now engraved in Jacob’s mind. If he had only one birthday wish to make for the rest of his life, it would be to never see you in such a sad state ever again.

He immediately sat beside you and pulled you in for a tight hug, before he could even apologize for not giving you the birthday he promised you kept your face buried in his chest, crying even harder than you did earlier. He hugged you tight, petting your hair and kissing the top of your head until you had no tears left to cry.

“C’mon, let’s get you comfy. I’ll make sure this will still be the best birthday ever okay?” He lifts your chin with his finger and kisses the tip of your nose.

Jacob helped you get out of your clothes, wiped the makeup off your face, and even prepared a nice warm bath for you. As soon as you got in the tub, he said to take your time relaxing. At first you were skeptical, but at this point you didn’t really care anymore and just listened to him.

Once you finished and got all dressed up in the comfiest pajamas you could find, you went out of your room to check on Jacob. Instead of the sorry sight of party streamers and balloons around your apartment, you were met with the most breathtaking pillow fort you had ever seen.

“Ta-da!” Jacob throws his hands up in the air, his smile beaming with warmth as you also see him wearing comfy pajamas.

“You- you did this for me?” You ask awestruck.

“Of course, gotta make sure this birthday is still a memorable one right?” Jacob replies.

“But what about-”

“Don’t even think about it, hon. Just sit down, pick your favorite movie, and let’s eat all the party favors and cuddle alright? What do you say?” Jacob lends his hand out to you, waiting for you to take it. You faintly smile, walking towards him as you go down and sit in-between his legs, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“So, are you up for another movie or do you wanna open gifts?” Jacob asks.

“Opening gifts sounds nice.” You gently say.

“Perfect! Let me get them now.” And safe to say, you did not expect Jacob to turn this simple moment into a funny one as he turns on an informercial voice every time he picks up a gift and hands it to you. Even just getting you to smile and giggle even just a little bit was enough for him.

“And lastly, we have a gift from a mister… Jacob Bae!” He shouts. “He’s got a great name, I think he might even be handsome too.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you as you laugh. Jacob crawls next to you, crossing his legs as you subconsciously drape your legs on top of his lap.

“Here you go.” He smiles holding out his gift in front of you.

You almost feel the wind get knocked out of your lungs as soon as you unwrap the gift and open the box, finding an incredibly gorgeous necklace. Specifically the one you had wanted for the longest time.

“Jacob, this is beautiful thank you!” You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tight.

“Only the best for my girl.” He whispers in your ear before pulling away to give you a kiss on the lips.

“Oh, almost forgot. I have one more gift for you.” He grins.

“One more? But the necklace is more than enough- ah!” You yelp in surprise as Jacob suddenly tackles you down, his body hovering above you as you look at him with widened eyes.

“This is my gift, twenty-two kisses for the twenty-two years you have been born on this earth.” Jacob leans down, the tip of his nose touching yours before giving you a peck on the lips.

“One.” He pecks your lips. “Two.” and again, “Three.” You’re both smiling and giggling like lovesick fools with every kiss he counts. But by the eleventh kiss, his small little pecks start to turn into deeper and longer ones.

Jacob adjusts himself between your legs, pulling you closer by the waist as his hands start to roam beneath your shirt. His warm hands caressing the sides of your body so carefully. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer for another kiss. You surprise him by cheekily slipping your tongue between his lips, making him whimper into your mouth.

He opens his mouth instantly, his tongue slowly intertwining with yours while each passing kiss becomes hot and heavy. You can feel him slowly melt into you, his body pressing against yours during this heated make out. You feel him getting hard against your core, slowly rolling his hips into you as he groans from the friction.

Jacob feels like he's on cloud-nine right now. He can’t recall any make out with you being this hot. And the way he could lightly smell the shampoo on your head and taste the sweet candy you just ate in your mouth? He could go on forever, breathing be damned. But before he could even take it a step further and run his hands beneath your pajama pants, you pull away from his lips.

“Why’d you stop?” He whines as you take note of his half-lidded eyes and cheeks all flushed out.

“That was twenty-two kisses Cob.” You laugh.

“No it wasn’t! We were still on the ninth.” Clearly, he was enjoying this gift he had given you.

You giggle and pull him down to give him a kiss. “Hm, don’t you think we should be getting to your next gift for me?” You look up at him teasingly.

“What gift? Oh- oh my god…” Jacob moans as you lift your hips to press your core against his bulge. “Yea-yeah I definitely have a gift for you right there.” He stutters, his breathing starting to become irregular.

And without warning, you manage to flip the two of you around, straddling his lap as he looks up at you with blown out lustful eyes. You lean down to kiss the space below his earlobe, making him groan in pleasure once again as his manhood twitches beneath you. You kiss it one more time before slowly whispering in his ear,

“Good, because I'd really like to play with my gift now. Want to join?”

[ravennaortiz]

August 15th features Manny with the prompt "Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?" requested by the lovely @hatersaremymotivators .As always my stories are 18+/

His words hung heavy between the two of you. The slow blinks of his were just as powerful coming from the mirror as he stood behind you leaning against the bathroom stall. Your thighs clenched together as you took him in and you bit your lip as you watched him move closer. His hands lightly grabbing your hips as he pressed against your back. Maintaining eye contact he leaned his head onto your shoulder. His warm breath on your ear lobe had you shivering.

“I’ll only ask one more time mama” whispered Manny as he let the fingers from one hand slide down your leg to the hem of your dress. “Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday? Hmmm, did it not cross your mind I might want to worship you. Show the world how much I care?”

“Manny…. “ you started your voice quaking as he tugged the hem of your dress up until it was bunched at your navel. Showing off your ass and dripping slit.

“Still waiting on an answer” breathed Manny his eyes dark with lust as he trailed a hand down between your legs. Casually he skimmed your slit and chuckled at how wet you already were. “and no panties, tsk tsk. What were you trying to get up to tonight?

“Busy” you all but moaned as he pushed two of his long fingers into you making you arch your ass back into him.

“Busy? With what?” inquired Manny as he pushed you forward onto the bathroom counter as he pulled his dripping fingers from you. He raised a brow as you watched him suck your arousal off them as he awaited your answer.

“The club. I didn’t want to interrupt you. We hadn’t” you started before he delivered a sharp smack to your ass making you gasp and squirm.

“Never too busy for what’s mine. And you mama are mine” stated Manny as he undid his belt and zipper. “You know that right?” he asked as he shoved his jeans and boxers down enough to free his hard cock.

You didn’t have much of a response. The two of you had never really said what you were. You thought you had been free to date and whatever but clearly the man running his cock through your wet folds had other thoughts. Without a word Manny thrusted all the way inside you making you shriek his name and wiping any coherent thoughts from your mind. He kept up a fast pace making it clear he was teaching you a lesson with each pointed snap of his hips. The small bathroom of the restaurant was filled with grunts, moans and the slap of skin as he fucked you hard and fast.

After a couple minutes he closed his eyes and slammed into you one last time before coating your walls with his release. As you lay panting and sweaty on the counter he pulled from you and fixed your dress. Not before he caught sight of his cum dripping down your inner thigh.

“Now go tell Mr. Lawyer boy out there you gotta get home. Make sure you bend over and give him a good look at what happened in here and what he won’t be getting tonight” stated Manny as he kissed your cheek and walked out of the bathroom.

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[hlvrfreakyfriday]

(( so i've decided to repost the Freaky Friday fic here on the blog, to have one other place to read it besides just ao3. here we go! ))

HLVRFF: Chapter 1

It all happened so fast, Benry didn't even detect what was going on until after the fact. And by then, it was too late for him to do anything about it.

Being an eldritch horror from the cosmic void, Benrey had a lot of real fun abilities at his disposal. One of those being the ability to 'astral project' as he'd heard humans call it. He never really used this one too much, though. Until he moved in with Gordon, that is. He'd found that slipping out of his own body to go hang out in Gordon's dreams was a pretty sick way to pass the time at night, when nothing else was keeping his attention successfully. Or when he was feeling lonely. Being the only one in your friend group who doesn't need to sleep at night kind of sucks sometimes.

Gordon was… a little unnerved by the brain-intrusions at first. But he never told Benry to fuck off with that shit, as the night time chats with the entity were much, MUCH preferred over all his PTSD night terrors. Dreams never kicked in right whenever Benry was there, including the bad ones, so it was a win-win situation, really. However, if a dream was already in the middle of happening when Benry jumped in, the dream didn't just automatically stop.

He never thought much about it until tonight.

Benry wasn't really feeling in the mood for any video games, so he decided he'd go see what ol' Feetman was up to in dream land. He got himself laid out nice and comfy in his bed, slipped out of his body and into Gordon's.

And soon came to very much regret it.

Gordon was having a nightmare about Xen, looked like. From his vantage point, he could see the man fleeing for his life from something. He didn't see what, but whatever it was, it had the poor guy scared absolutely shitless. Benry could feel all the horrible emotions Gordon was having while sharing a headspace with him, and yeah, no, this was not cool. He needed to calm Gordon down, show him he was just dreaming. If he could get him in a more lucid state, the nightmare would be easy to knock away.

Dream-Xen wasn't set up the same way as the real deal was- but thankfully Benry was able to just clip through everything just like the real one, which allowed him to cut Gordon off as the human frantically made his way through the winding tunnels.

When Gordon rounded the corner and came face to face with Benry, the human let out a strained shriek, and looked like he was about to book it back towards whatever he was fleeing from before. Whu..? Oh, shit, right. Benry was playing the bad guy when they were all on Xen, so of course Gordon wouldn't be very happy to see him, even if he wasn't at the same giant size he was back then.

…Wait.

Benry was the main threat to Gordon and the Science Team when they were on Xen.

So… did that mean…

As if to answer Benry's unspoken question, a massive, pale hand came phasing through the roof of the cave, one of its sharp black talons nearly impaling Gordon as it did. Gordon fell to the cave floor and looked on in horror as the monstrous owner of the hand brought their face into view.

Gordon wasn't having a nightmare about Xen. He was having a nightmare about Benry.

The alien's heart dropped like a fucking rock at the realization. Dream-Benry raised his fist, looking like he was getting ready to crush Gordon, and that's when real-Benry shoved down the sanguine and shadow building up in his throat and dove towards the human. He grabbed Gordon, and then sunk them both down into the floor, escaping into another chamber. Gordon thrashed in his grip, desperate to get away, but Benry held firm, and flipped the man around to face him.

"dude, dude, you gotta- you gotta calm down. that thing- that's not me, you're dreaming-" Benry tried to explain, but Gordon wasn't fucking listening, he just kept screaming at him to let go and get away and-

They were both silenced when the sole of a giant combat boot came down hard directly on top of them.

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Benry's whole form jolts as he returns to a more corporeal state of being. God, fuck. Dying was never fun, even in dreams. He lets out a heavy sigh and blinks- wait. His eyes are open? Why is it so fuckin' dark, then? He looks around the room, and does see… a faint light, shining in the corner of the room. Focusing on that light, his eyes begin to adjust a bit more to the dark. It's then he realizes that everything is blurry? He moves to push himself up into a sitting position- oh holy fuck he feels so tired and heavy and weak. What the shit. He brings a hand up to his head to rub at his eyes… and finds that his cheeks are a lot less bony than he remembers. Benry blindly gropes at his face some more, and feels what is very clearly a scruffy beard that he very much did not have before.

"yo what-" he says aloud, cutting himself off instantly when he hears himself speaking with Gordon's voice.

That's… new.

And would explain why he can't see shit all. Benry carefully feels over for where he knows Gordon's bedside nightstand is, and turns on the lamp once he finds the switch, to back up the little light from what he now realizes is Gordon's night light. Okay okay, no longer dark, but still blurry as hell. Squinting at the nightstand, he makes out the general shape of Gordon's glasses, and gingerly picks them up and places them on his face. Ah, there we go, blessed with sight once again. Albeit still pretty fucking shitty sight. This isn't how Gordon's eyes are ALL the time, is it? No, no, can't be. That'd be messed up. His sight, and all of his other senses come to think, are probably just all discombobulated from being forced into the wrong body. Yeah. Totally. He just needs to give it a minute.

Suddenly, a scream rings out in the house, in a voice that Benry recognizes as his own.

Oh shit, Gordon.

Welp, 'giving it a minute' is now officially off the table.

Benry quickly hops out of bed (ignoring the foreign ache in his-Gordon's? legs) and bolts towards the door. It's here that he makes yet another discovery.

His usual powers didn't carry over with him into Gordon's body, apparently, as when he tries to clip through the door because it's faster than opening it, he just fuckin' slams right into the damn thing. He groans, both in pain (so much pain…) and embarrassment, before opening the door like a normal human person and books it down the hall to his bedroom.

Flinging the door open and flicking on the light switch, he's met with a very concerning sight.

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Gordon lurches up into a sitting position, reflexively throwing his arms up, as if to hold off the massive boot that was trying to squash him like a bug. It was just a dream, he thinks as he realizes that he's not dead or on Xen. Doesn't do anything to calm his residual panic, though. His heart is still going a mile a minute and… and that's not right. His heart isn't beating right.

His brain finally catches up with the rest of him, and he realizes that he's in an entirely different room than he was when he went to sleep. It's Benry's room from the looks of it, but… it's not right, either. Why is the lighting so weird. The light's not even on, but he can see, he can see SO clearly and- the colours. They're all so much more vibrant, and there's ones he doesn't even recognize. He can't even think how to DESCRIBE them, what the fuck.

Ignore that for right now, Gordon, you gotta calm down, he thinks to himself. Closing his eyes, he reaches a hand up to run his fingers through his hair. Doing such has often helped him ground himself during anxiety and panic. But instead of feeling his long, soft hair, he feels a knit beanie. He does not wear knit beanies. His roommate wears knit beanies. His roommate whose room he inexplicably woke up in just now.

Gordon's eyes snap open and he looks at his hands.

They are not his hands.

"What the fuck," he utters, barely above a whisper, in what is definitely Benry's voice.

No. No? No. No! This isn't happening. This is NOT fucking HAPPENING. He's still dreaming, CLEARLY he's still dreaming! He just needs to wake up. C'mon, Gordon, you can do it. Wake up. Wake up, Gordon. Wake UP, Gordon. WAKE UP, GORDON-

A scream rips out of his throat, as he feels something else in his borrowed body rip.

[companionjones]

The Beginning Of Us (5/5)

Pairing: 36!Joel Miller x 23!Fem!Reader

Fandom: The Last of Us (video game/tv show)

Warnings: SMUT, Cursing

(1/2/3/4/5)

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    Joel kicked the door shut behind him. Gruffly, he asked, “Where’s your bedroom?”

    “On your left--” you barely had time to answer before his mouth was back on yours.

    Your back was hitting your mattress before you knew it and Joel started removing every piece of clothing you had from your waist down. From there, he stood to remove his own cloths, and you sore to god your mouth started to water over the Adonis body in front of you.

    “Condom?”

    The word shook you out of your state, and you looked up to see a smirk on Joel’s lips.

    “Uh...nightstand. Top drawer.” You pointed to where you were referencing, and rushed to take off your shirt and bra.

    Joel rummaged through your drawer until he found what he was looking for. You bit your lip as Joel rolled the condom over his hard cock.

    He locked eyes and asked you again, “You’re sure you want to do this?”

    The answer was like second nature to you. “Of course I’m sure, Joel.”

    He breathed an exhale of relief with that answer. “You’re so beautiful.” He told you as he climbed into bed with you. “I ever say that before?”

    “No...” you shyly responded between kisses. You felt up his torso with one hand and threaded your fingers through his hair with the other.

    You felt Joel’s cock nudge at your folds, and he separated from you, “Fcuk, baby girl...You ready?”

    Immediately, you were nodding. “Please, Joel. Fuck me--Ah!”

    He had already sunk inside of you. “God, you’re so wet. How are you so wet?”

    “Been waiting for this for a long time, Joel,” you answered honestly. “Shit, you feel so good.” Your nails dug into his shoulders. “Please. Please, move.”

    Joel obeyed, “Anything you want, sweetheart. Always.” His voice ended up strained as he started to thrust in and out of you.

    “Oh, Joel,” you whined, gasping as he hit every spot inside of you. Your mouth hung open.

    Without warning, Joel inserted to of his fingers into your mouth.

    You moaned as your mouth closed around them.

    “Suck, baby,” Joel ordered. “Fuck. So wet and warm. Can’t wait ‘til next time when I can fuck this pretty little face of yours.”

    Hearing that just made you moan more.

    Joel quickly took his fingers from your mouth and started rubbing your clit with them.

    You exclaimed his name at the sensation.

    Him playing with your clit like that had you barrelling towards your orgasm. It wasn’t long until you were cumming.

    “Joel...! Joel...! Joel, Joel, Joel, Joel, Joel, Joel!” All you had left in your mind was his name.

    He slowed down a little as he fucked you through your climax, but he made things clear. “You look fucking stunning when you cum, baby girl. I want you to give one more to me.”

    “Joel...” You were barely back from your last climax. You whimpered each time Joel slid in and out of you.

    “You got that, baby?” he asked you, “You wanna give me one more?”

    Vaguely, you felt yourself nodding.

    Joel gathered you up in his arms. “That’s a good girl,” he relayed sweetly before he started using you. Joel Miller was treating you like you were just a sex toy he owned, and damn if you didn’t think it was the hottest thing you had ever experienced.

    “Joel,” you warned him when you felt your orgasm getting close again, but Joel wasn’t going to let you cum so easy this time.

    “Hang on, sweetheart. You gotta wait for me to catch up.”

    “Joel...” you whined. You were never good at staving off your climax.

    “I know, baby girl. Just a little longer...” Joel directed.

    “Joel!” you shouted, barely able to keep the bomb from going off.

    “Fuck!” Joel exclaimed with one final forceful thrust into you. He was cumming. “That’s it baby girl, cum for me.”

    You couldn’t even speak because you were already cumming. Tears were forming in your eyes, you were cumming so hard.

    Joel gently kissed your tears away, but you could feel him clench his teeth as he finished spilling inside the condom.

    He cleaned you up and threw the spent condom away before climbing back into bed with you and pulling you into his arms. Joel kissed the side of your head.

    Your fingers were drawing patterns on his chest. “I guess this changes things between us.”

    Joel chuckled, “I hope it does.”

    You quietly laughed along with him. “What do you think the girls’ll say?”

    He hummed. “Don’t remind me about the girls right now. I’m still mad at them for the whole jail thing...But they’ll be fine. They were rootin’ for us, remember?”

    “Yeah,” you chuckled, “Though I still don’t know how they’ll take the whole ‘someone screwing their old man’ side of things.”

    “‘Old man’, huh?”

    “Yep,” you teased.

    Joel laughed and climbed on top of you. “I reckon someone needs a reminder of what this old man can do.”

    “I reckon she does,” you confirmed.

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[lithium80writer]

Bad Things (Eddie Munson Short Story)

⚠️Warnings: Explicit sexual content. MINORS DNI. Toxic relationship. Drugs. Angst.⚠️

Summary: Modern AU. Rockstar Eddie. Nova Gray is a pop star and the on again/off again girlfriend of rockstar Eddie Munson. Both of them are at the height of their career. Fame and trouble follow these two everywhere they go. They both know they are no good for each other but can they stay away? Just a heads up that this will not be typical sweet Eddie. He's kind of an asshole. But a hot one.

Characters and intro, Chapter one

Chapter Two: Eddie Fucking Munson

****Don't matter what you say. Don't matter what you do. I only wanna do bad things to you..****

Nova's POV

You had an interview today which you were dreading already. Rebecca White was one of the most nosy people in the industry and you already knew her questions would consist of nothing but Eddie Munson.

"You're gonna do great, babe." Max says gently as he kisses your cheek. You give him a half smile as you grab your purse and sling it over your shoulder. "Fuck.. where's my phone? I'm gonna be late." you groan as you flip the blanket on your bed searching for it.

You hear it ringing in the distance and Max makes it there before you. You see Eddie's face on the screen and Max's turns to you, his eyes full of questions.

"The performance at the VMA's is soon. I'm sure that's what it's about." you lie as you take your phone. Though broken up, you and Eddie still had to perform your duet together in a few days. That should be fun.

"Yeah, I'm sure... Call me when you're done with the interview. Maybe we can grab lunch somewhere?" Max calls as you head for the door.

"Sure!" you call back slamming the door behind you. You run to the elevator as your phone continues to ring. "Hello?" you answer the phone in a rush.

"Hey Princess."

God, his voice makes me melt.

"I don't have time to talk, Eddie. I'm in a hurry." you say quickly as push open the doors to the outside world. You see your driver parked and waiting for you.

"How's my favorite girl?" he continues anyways as you slide in the backseat of the car.

"When did I become your favorite over Stacie, or Jessica, or what was the bendy one's name... oh yeah... Trixie?" you snap.

"You're stressed. What's going on... hey, no teeth.." he mumbles.

"Are you seriously getting your dick sucked while you're calling me? Fuck you, Eddie!"

"Oh come on, you're the only one I let use teeth..."

You hang up the phone and lean back against the seat with a sigh. He's literally impossible.

Why does everything in me want to tell the driver to head there instead? Why am I always craving him?

You grab your phone again flipping through your contacts.

"I fucking hate him." you say as soon as she picks up and Chloe snorts.

"No you don't. But I've told you a thousand times, come to the dark side, baby. We have so much fun." she teases.

Chloe Monroe. My only true friend in this industry. Proud lesbian and hater of most of the male species.

"I do. He's such an asshole." you groan and she sighs deeply.

"So you're trying to decide if you should go fuck him or not." she states bluntly.

"What? No!" you protest. "Shit... maybe. I miss him." you mumble.

"Suck it up, baby. You need to go to this interview and then you need to go home to your sweet hunk of a man." Chloe says sternly.

"You're right. I know you're right."

"I'm always right. But if you do go, tell me all the filthy details later." she giggles and you just roll your eyes.

"I love you. Gotta go."

"Love you!"

Your driver meets your eyes through the mirror and shakes his head with a laugh.

"You do keep an old man like me entertained." Sal laughs and you can't help but give him a smile. He pulls up in front of the building and you take a deep breath before slipping out of the car.

I can do this. Just talk about my music. Stay focused.

The fact that it's filmed in front of a live audience wasn't helping your stress level. This was your first interview since your breakup six months ago. People wanted to know what happened. Everyone wanted to know the dirty details of your life as if it wasn't breaking your heart into pieces.

These people didn't care about you. They just wanted information. It was just the business.

You made your way to hair and makeup. The guy who tended to you was a sweetheart. He kept the conversation light and focused on getting you perfect for the camera.

And then came Rebecca.

"Nova! You look incredible!" she gushes as you stand up from the chair. You give her the fakest of smiles as she pulls you in for a hug.

"Thank you. So do you." you reply sweetly. "So I just wanted to make sure we were clear on the topics..."

"I know, dear. No talk of that handsome boy of yours... is he still yours?"

Fuck this shit.

"Rebecca, with all due respect, I don't have to do this interview."

"I'm only kidding. I received a list of all the off-topic things before the show. No Munson. No diets. No Max? Such a shame.. he's a cutie." she chatters.

"Are we clear?" you say shortly.

"I'll see you soon." she disappears swiftly and you feel even more nervous than before.

You quickly dial your manager and she answers immediately.

"You can't back out."

"She's gonna spend the entire interview talking about the breakup. I can already tell." you argue.

"Nova, you need this. You need to get back out there. You need to talk about your new album. You need to show them he didn't destroy you." Lisa pushes back.

You pause for a second weighing your options. She's gonna eat me alive.

"Put your big girl panties on. Those sexy ones, with the little bow." Lisa chuckles.

You exhale deeply and tell her you'll call her after.

Here we fucking go.

You walk out on the stage and the crowd begins with their clapping and cheers. You look out and give them all a wave as you plaster a smile on your face.

You see Rebecca seated in her chair as you make your way across the stage. She stands and greets you before you take your place across from her.

The questions start simple. "How have you been?" "What new projects are you working on?"

She lets you talk about your new album which makes you feel excited and a little more relaxed. Maybe she won't bring him up.

"Nova will be performing a song from her upcoming album for the first time for all of you!" Rebecca cheers. The crowd is filled with excitement as you make your way to the side of the stage.

The lights dim and you take the mic in your hand.

"Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

If I shall die before I 'wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take."

You speak the first verse slowly. You close your eyes and shut out the people around you. You feel the music running through your veins as you begin to sing.

"I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life.

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind.

They talk shit, but I love it every time.

And I realize..

I've tasted blood and it is sweet.

I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet.

I've trusted lies and trusted men.

Broke down and put myself back together again.

Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters.

Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger.

I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers

And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors.

"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"

No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about.

I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for

A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing.

I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life

I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

They talk shit, but I love it every time

And I realize..

I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night.

That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night.

No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth.

And Imma let you speak if you just let me breathe.

I've been polite, but won't be caught dead.

Lettin' a man tell me what I should do in my bed.

Keep my exes in check in my basement,

'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent.

I could play nice or I could be a bully.

I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be.."

You lose yourself in your song as you perform. Fuck, I missed this.

"Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware.

But I'd rather be a real nightmare than die unaware, yeah.

Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware.

But I'm glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers..."

You finish the song softly.

"I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night.

That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night."

The crowd cheers wildly as the lights brighten. You smile and give your lip a little bite. They liked it.

You start to feel a new confidence. One that's been missing these past few months. Maybe Lisa was right. This was needed.

You take your seat again across from Rebecca who praises you dramatically. She's so fake. Her personality and her entire face. It's not my business.. I'm just saying. You wouldn't recognize her if you had met her 5 years ago.

"Dark and dramatic and sexy all at once. I love it!" she purrs.

You give her a smile and thank her before glancing at the clock. It's almost over.

"Now.. a question we've all been wondering.."

Don't do it.

Your smile immediately fades.

"What happened between you and Eddie Munson? Everyone thought the two of you would be together forever. Well maybe not forever.. this is the fourth time you guys have split? The last one was pretty nasty." she flings the words out before you can even process.

This bitch. I can't overreact. It's a taping but there are people here, fans. She knows what she's doing.

There are murmurs throughout the crowd.

Calm down, Nova. Breathe.

"I like to keep some things private. My romantic life being one of them. I hope everyone here can understand that." you repeat the rehearsed lines Lisa fed to you before the show.

"Well I wouldn't call getting into a fight in a bar in front of one hundred people very private... what started that? Did he cheat?" she lowers her voice on the last word as if everyone in the room can't hear your conversation.

"Rebecca, I was in this industry before Eddie. I am an artist. My entire life doesn't revolve around Eddie fucking Munson." you spit the last words and Rebecca does a dramatic gasp.

Shit.

"I think this interview is done." you quickly make your way off the stage.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You call Sal and rush down the stairs. The paparazzi is waiting for you as you open the doors.

"Nova! Over here!" Shouts and screams surround you as the flashes blind your eyes. Sal quickly makes his way to you and helps you into the car.

He pulls off quickly as your tears begin to fall.

"Home, Ms. Gray?"

"No... I.. can you take me to see him?" you sniffle.

Sal nods and turns down the familiar street. He slowly comes to a stop in front of the apartment building.

"Want me to wait?" Sal asks as you open the door to leave.

"No. Thank you, Sal." you say before shutting the door behind you.

You walk in and the security guard gives you a nod as he lets you past him. You slip in the elevator and chew your lip as you watch the floor numbers rise.

You reach his floor and stand in front of his door. Your phone goes off in your pocket.

Max: Any requests for lunch or you want me to pick?

Fuck.

The door opens and you look up to see his dark brown eyes. A shit eating grin on his face.

"Hello, sweetheart."

*A/N: lyrics from Halsey's song Nightmare

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[adriansboyfriend]

I feel like I misuse afab when I write , even though I’m genderfluid fghjuj

Anywho, just some hc’s about afab!reader pegging Mike. He’s got a bit of tummy. Reader’s a bit mean. These are long whoops.

MINORS DNI 18+

You’re backing Mike up, guiding him to lie back on his bed

Smoothing your hands down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his gray sweats

His brown eyes lock with yours as he waits for your next move with bated breath

You eye the wet spot of precum that’s formed on the thick material

“Aww, baby”, you coo, tone dripping with condescension “You’re already wet for me and I haven’t even touched you”

You bite your lip as mike whines, bucking his hips up into nothing

“Please”, he begs, fingers bunching up his bed sheets

You shush him, rubbing circles into his hips

“You just gotta be patient, sweetheart. can you do that for me?”

Mike closes his eyes tight, willing himself to hold out longer

He sighs through his nose “Yeah. I can do that.”

“good boy, mikey” you praise

his cock twitches at the pet name

more pre dripping down his head

you chuckle as you notice this

you tilt your head, “you like when i call you that, baby?” you ask

“uh huh” is the only thing he can get out, his mind starting fog

mike doesn’t think he can keep his composure

he’s so desperate for your touch

he’ll take anything

he wants to beg for you to stop teasing and fuck him already

but he knows if he pushes it you’ll prolong it

you smile up at him, “you’re doing so good, beautiful. so patient for me “,you acknowledge

before mike has the chance to respond you’re kissing up his torso

placing kisses on his plush hips

before nipping them gently

your trail them through the patch of hair at his soft stomach, up to his chest

you place a few kisses there before you get to his chest

placing a chaste kiss to his nipple, you encase it in your mouth

he keens before he’s wrapping a strong arm around your waist, pulling you against him

mike starts to grind against you as you roll your tongue around his nipple

you look up at him through your lashes, a warning look in your eye

he stills his hips

but still keeps a strong hold on you

you switch your mouth to the other one and repeat it for a couple of minutes

you pull away, spit trailing from mike’s nipple to your mouth

you notice his face is flushed a bright pink and his breath is labored

“you ready for me to take care of you baby? I know you had a long day.”

he nods frantically, “please, please, please”. he begs

you grin at him before capturing his lips with yours

they’re a little chapped from the weather, but they’re warm

you nibble at his bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth

mike moans in your mouth, slipping your tongue in with ease

your hand finds the base of his neck to thread your fingers through his curls

deepening the kiss, you press yourself further into him

you pull away from his kiss swollen lips to look at the state he’s in

this draws out a whine from him

“it’s okay, my sweet boy” you coo

“i’m going to make you feel good. you deserve it.”

You cup his cock through his sweats and squeeze it lightly

Mike groans, throwing his head back against the pillows

“Baby, please. fuuck” he whines

You lick your lips as you stroke the outline of him

Mike’s biting his lips to keep his moans from slipping out

“Ah, ah. None of that, honey. It’s just us. let me hear those pretty moans of yours

He releases his lip right as you slip your hand into his pants

He hissed at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him

“Oh, fuck, baby.” he moans out

You stroke him up and down, swiping your thumb over the head of his cock

You spread his precum to make it easier for your hand to move

Mike starts to fuck up into your hand as you quicken your pace

“More. More. Please-I” he cuts himself off with a drawn out moan

You withdrew your hand to move his sweats and boxers down

You struggle a bit as Mike tries to help you by lifting his hips

You giggle as you look up at him

He smiles at you softly

You push yourself up off the bed to grab the lube and your strapon

Mike waits for you as he watches you rifle through the box you keep in the closet

You return with the bottle and a medium sized toy attached to a harness

His dick twitches again at the thought of that being inside him

you step into the harness, pulling it up over your hips and securing it

making sure it stays put

you pop open the bottle of lube applying a generous amount of the toy

You make eye contact with mike as you stroke the dildo

you crawl onto the bed until you’re hovering over him your hands and knees caging him in

“ You ready, baby?” you ask, looking into his coffee colored eyes

“Yes, please. I need you to fuck me.”

You add more lube to your fingers to prep him first

You trace a finger slowly around mike’s hole before pushing it in slowly

He gasps as he feels the stretch of your finger

“Relax, baby. I got you, okay?”

He nods allowing himself to relax

You give him a minute to adjust before pushing in your middle finger

Mike moans at the feeling of being stretched

“ You doing okay, baby”? you ask making sure he still wanted this

“Yes” he sighs out

“Keep going”

You nod before you begin moving your fingers, curling them against his prostate

He lets out a few curses before he’s grinding against your fingers

You feel like he’s stretched enough

So you take your fingers out of him to replace with the head of your cock

You rub up and down his thick thighs before you’re propping one leg on your shoulder

The other pushed into his chest

You prod the head of your toy at his entrance before you push in

Mike moans out at the stretch, arching his back

You look at him to see if he’s okay to keep going

His eyes are screwed shut as he tries to get used to the feeling

“Mike, baby. you, alright?”

He flutters his eyes open and nods

You grab at one of his hips as you begin a steady pace

Mike’s unable to string any sentences together

only about to get out your name and curses

“ You’re doing so good, taking my cock. Look at you.” you praise him

He whines out, eyes rolling into the back of his head

He reaches down to stroke his cock in time with your thrusts

“I-fuuck. baby, I’m not gonna last long.”

You nod as you snap your hips against his

Sounds of skin slapping against one another and the sounds of your pants and mikes moans fill the room

Mike starts to fuck himself on the toy, gripping his shaft

He fees his stomach tighten, legs starting to tremble

There’s tears in his eyes

“I’m gonna, fuck! I’m coming!”

You nod at him, “come for me, mike. let go.”

It only takes a few more thrusts and a couple of strokes of his cock before he covers his hand and stomach with his spend, arching off the bed

You pull out of him slowly, cooing at him

“You did so well. My good boy.”

Mike smiles at you sleepily

You tell him you’ll be back to get him a towel to clean up with

You return and sit beside him

You brush the dampened curls from his forehead as you wipe him down

You place kisses along his face before getting up to discard the towel and strap on

You’ll worry about cleaning it later

You crawl into bed and pull Mike into your chest

He hitches his thigh over your hip as he nuzzles into your neck

“I love you” he mumbles out

“I love you more” you pull the sheets over your bodies before closing your eyes

It’s not long before you hear light snores coming from mike

[kitsmits]

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Chapter 27: Trust

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“Wake the fuck up, ya snot-nosed baldy!”

Hiyori kicked the orange-haired brat right in his empty skull. “You owe me a hundred sets o’ katas! What kinda weakling passes out after crashing through one measly fucking boulder?!”

“To be fair,” Shinji called out lazily, “he went through that boulder headfirst, Hiyori. And Ichigo's only got one head, so let's not bash it around too much!”

“Shut the fuck up, baldy-Shinji! So what if he's only got one head? Doesn't mean shit when there's no brains in it.”

“Hey, I have enough brains to know that your teaching style sucks!” Ichigo shot back, rubbing his head as he sat up.

“Oh?” Hiyori turned back to Ichigo with her arms crossed. “You wanna make it two hundred kata sets? An’ did I say you could take a break? Get to it already! The longer you make me wait, the harder I'm gonna kick your ass in the next spar!”

Though really, she’d hardly consider what they just did “sparring”; the idiot could only keep control of his masked state for a few seconds at a time. Once those few seconds were up, the brat got so wiped out that Hiyori pretty much spent the rest of the time knocking him around like a ragdoll. Even when he did get a few real moves in, he was way too predictable.

You keep attacking from the front - that’s what I mean by ‘predictable’…

Hiyori’s lip curled into a sneer. Why was she thinking about her freakin’ Academy days all of a sudden? What the fuck did that have to do with anything? Those days were long gone, and no amount of pouting or crying or staring wistfully into the distance would bring them back.

Shinji sidled up to her, watching as Ichigo began performing katas like his life depended on it. “Gotta say, the kid’s got stamina. What’re we up to now?”

Hiyori scoffed. “Ten seconds. Little over. He ain’t tryin’ hard enough.”

“He’s still afraid,” Shinji mused. “We all went through it - well, maybe not Mashiro, but still. We all had to figure out how to live with our new Hollow roommates, an’ it ain’t an easy thing to do. ‘Sides…he ain’t the only one we gotta rely on now.”

“I ain’t relyin’ on anyone who ain’t in front o’ me,” she said, acid lacing her every word.

“But everyone’s kinda behind you right now…”

Lightning fast, in a move she could do in her sleep (and sometimes did), Hiyori whipped off her sandal and smacked him with it. ”Shut up, Shinji! You know what I mean!”

She could rely on the other Visoreds - they’d gotten each other through this hell together, after all. Urahara…she wasn’t so sure about relying on him. Never had been. But he usually came through when it mattered.

Unlike some.

Just then, Hiyori’s pocket began buzzing. She pulled out her phone to see who the hell was calling her at a time like this.

Unknown number…?

Oh, did that clog-wearing dipshit really think she wouldn’t know this was him?! This was a freakin’ spirit phone! He’d sold it to her - no, extorted her for it was more like it, but still! There was no way anyone was calling her on it that she wouldn’t already know about!

She flipped the phone open like a switchblade and snarled into the receiver, “The hell do you want, baldy?!”

"Hiyori-san!” Just as she suspected, Urahara Kisuke’s overly-cheery tone immediately set her teeth on edge. “I’m so glad I reached you! You see, I have a bit of a predicament on my hands. You know Kurosaki-kun’s friend, Sado-kun? He needs a new training partner.”

“Well get some other dopey Shinigami to do it! I’m busy trainin’ yer other idiot over here!”

”Oh, I’m sure Kurosaki-kun will be fine under the tutelage of one of your colleagues for a while,” Kisuke dismissed. “But you’re the only person I could think of for this particular case. I mean, I could just keep having Abarai-kun work with him, but Sado-kun requires a particularly strong Melee-type fighter to help him, and while I would never speak ill of Abarai-kun's abilities, he simply doesn't have your talent. Besides, frankly...he's a bit of a pushover. And I know you would never pull your punches."

Hiyori squeezed the phone so hard she was sure she heard something crack. That damn Kisuke…he thought he knew exactly what to say to butter her up, didn’t he? Like she’d trip over herself to show up some damn Shinigami that she was obviously better than anyway…because he was right, she wasn’t a pushover, and if that Abarai-or-whatever was pulling punches and calling that “training…”

She growled and snapped the phone shut without giving Kisuke an answer - because she was sure he already knew what she was going to do.

“Oy, dumbass,” she called out.

“You talkin’ to me,” Shinji answered, “or the kid? Hard to tell when ya don’t use people’s actual names.”

“Well, both o’ you are dumbass baldies, so what does it matter?! ‘Sides, I’m talkin’ to both o’ you, so listen up!” Hiyori jabbed her finger at Shinji. “Take over baby-kun’s training ‘til I get back!”

Ichigo stopped his kata mid-swing, sputtering in indignation. “‘Baby?!’ The hell you get off calling me a ‘baby’ when you’re barely two feet tall? And what ‘training,’ anyway? You just keep kicking me in the face!”

“Did I say you could stop doin’ katas?!” Hiyori brandished her sandal at him. “Or do ya want a permanent imprint o’ this on yer cheek?!”

He glared at her but resumed his exercises, grumbling under his breath.

”Why d’you need me to take over?” Shinji asked. “Who was on the-“

”Just do it, Shinji! I ain’t gotta explain shit to you!”

“Okay, fine, whatever, do your thing.”

Hiyori could feel Shinji’s lackluster gaze follow her out of the warehouse, but she didn’t care. It wasn’t any of his business what she was doing, and he certainly had no right to tell her off about it. Hell, she was doing old hat-and-clogs a damn favor out of the goodness of her heart! Shinji should be praising her for such altruism!

Hiyori lifted the brim of her baseball cap as she approached the innocuous-looking shop. Just outside the entrance were two small figures, each armed with a broom - though only one was actually using it properly.

“The pitcher winds up,” narrated the red-haired kid, gripping his broom like a bat. “The batter stares him down like a hawk - the pitch is made and whoosh!”

Hiyori caught the broom single-handedly, interrupting Jinta’s daydream. “Oy, brat, watch where ya swing that thing! You wanna hit your customers an’ get sued?!”

Jinta jumped back from her and glared. “Yeah, like you’re a real customer, pigtails! The heck’re you doin’ here anyway?!”

Hiyori’s hand squeezed the broom handle hard enough to make it splinter. “Clearly, your boss ain’t teachin’ you proper manners, but I ain’t got time to give you a lesson! Where is your stupid boss, anyway? He’s the one that begged me to come all the way out here, the least he could do is greet me like a proper host! No wonder you brats don’t know how to mind your p’s and q’s!”

“A likely tale,” Jinta retorted, squinting his eyes at her. “How do we know yer tellin’ the truth, huh?! You could be a spy or somethin’-“

”Ano, Jinta-kun,” Ururu piped up in her mouse-like voice, “We know Sarugaki-san…and if Urahara-san sent for her, then…”

Jinta cut her off by pouncing on her back and tugging at her pigtails. ”Hey, I’m in charge o’ the shop when the old man’s busy, so I’ll decide who comes and goes!”

Hiyori rolled her eyes and strolled past the brawling children. “Whatever. I’ll just let myself in. Not like I was requested or nothin’.”

The shop was quiet inside. “Oy, baldy, get out here! I came all this way, you gonna show some respect for that?”

No answer. With a scowl, Hiyori stomped behind the counter and headed for the back room. If he didn’t want random people barging in, he shouldn’t have left everything unlocked with only a couple of brats in charge! Hell, he should’ve just been a good host and actually been here when he asked her to come over!

There was no one in the back room either - but there was an obnoxiously bright, flashing red arrow pointing at a spot on the floor. When Hiyori looked down, she found a note laid out on top of an exposed trap door. Come on in, Hiyori-san!

”Freakin’ dumbass baldy ‘oh I’m just a humble shopkeep’ Urahara Kisuke,” she grumbled as she lifted the trap door and started down the stairs. She knew where this led; after all, Kisuke had built the Visored’s training area as well. She blinked as the dark stairs gave way to obscenely bright artificial sunlight, momentarily blinding her.

“Ah, Hiyori-san!” came the annoying shopkeeper’s voice. “Thanks for coming so quickly! How’s Kurosaki-kun’s training coming along?”

“Can it, Kisuke,” Hiyori snapped, blinking until her eyes adjusted properly. “Where’s the big lug you wanted me to whip into sha-“

She stopped and stared down into the arena. “The fuck is this…?”

Below them was what could only be described as some sort of ground zero. It looked like a bomb had gone off, but someone had hit the “pause” button mid-explosion; mesas and plateaus had been reduced to rubble that hung suspended in midair.

But that wasn’t what made Hiyori freeze. Down in the arena were two figures, one of whom she recognized - but it was the other one that kept her from leaving right then and there.

It had a mask.

That was the first thing Hiyori noticed. It had a bone-white mask with dark streaks on either cheeks falling from empty sockets; its exposed teeth formed a terrible, mirthless grin.

“Why the fuck,” Hiyori breathed, “is a Hollow in here?”

”That,” Kisuke answered calmly, “is Kaede’s Zanpakuto spirit.”

Hiyori did a double take. The actual fuck? That couldn’t be right. No way was that a Zanpakuto spirit. She’d seen plenty of Shikai in her time, and even a few Bankai; she’d experienced the Hollowfied weapons of her fellow Visored lots of times over the years. None of them made her feel like…like…like a rabbit that stumbled upon a wolf by accident.

Deep in her soul, Hiyori felt her own Zanpakuto stir. Kubikiri Orochi had always appeared to her as a large serpent with a spiked spine that closely resembled the serrated edge of her Shikai; even before her Hollowfication, it had been bloodthirsty and battle-hungry, quick-tempered and all too happy to answer her call. It didn’t matter how strong their opponent was; Kubikiri Orochi took any hint of strength as a challenge to be conquered.

After Hollowfication, that delight in battle had turned to an ever-present ache of hunger that could never be satiated. For the first few decades, she couldn’t even be near human civilization for long because even a whiff of a living Soul’s spirit energy awakened a primal imperative to hunt and rend and tear and consume. Even now, she was wary of coming into Karakura proper too often; high-spec Humans still made her salivate, and there were way too many of those sorts of people in this freakin’ town.

But now…even though she was in the presence of some of the strongest reiatsu-emitting beings in this world, Hiyori’s mouth had gone dry. Her Zanpakuto stirred, but not to strike; instead, it shrank back into her soul, like it was trying to hide.

Whatever the hell the thing in front of Kaede was (because she sure as fuck didn’t buy it being a Zanpakuto spirit), Kubikiri Orochi was afraid of it.

Hiyori swallowed and gritted her teeth. She didn’t care what her Zanpakuto wanted right now; she didn’t run from anything. “What the fuck did you bring me here for, Kisuke?”

“I admit that I called you here under false pretenses,” he said somberly, all traces of false cheer gone. “But I do need your help…and so does she.”

Hiyori jerked out of his hold with a sneer. “She made it real fuckin’ clear that she doesn’t need anybody.”

Least of all me.

Her lip curled into a snarl as she beat back that thought. Who cared what Kaede did or didn’t need? She sure as hell didn’t.

“She’s been training almost nonstop this past month,” Kisuke told her.

“So have all of us,” Hiyori dismissed, looking away from both him and the fight below them.

“True,” he conceded. “But right now, she’s risking irreparable harm to herself-“

”So have all of us,” she reiterated with a sneer. “So what?”

”So,” Kisuke continued patiently, “she’s not doing it to get stronger or to conquer an inner demon. She’s doing this because she’d rather destroy herself than face what happened.”

Hiyori’s gut clenched a bit, because she could absolutely believe that Kaede would do such a stupid thing. Not that she cared.

“Then let her do it,” Hiyori uttered in a hollow tone. She didn’t have the energy left to spare on someone who…who…

”Aw, I know you don’t mean that, Hiyori-sa-“

”You think I don’t?” Hiyori seethed, her fists shaking at her sides. “You think I give a damn about someone who ran away ‘cause she couldn’t face the consequences of her own actions?”

”That’s not exactly what happened,” Kisuke said, an edge to his voice that she didn’t often hear. “She wasn’t running away from what happened to you and the others. If that was the case, why did I find her getting ready to run before she knew what had happened to all of you?”

Hiyori’s eyes widened, her muscles practically seizing with impatience and rage. “The hell does that mean?”

“Maybe it was by design,” he mused, “maybe it was pure coincidence, but I found her in the lab exactly when I was getting ready to come after you and the other Hollowfication victims. I’ll admit, I was as surprised to see her as she was me. Not just because she was supposed to be on assignment in the Human World, but because it was pretty clear that she was getting ready to run away. However, when I told her what was happening, and that you were in danger…she came with me without a question.”

There wasn’t much about that night that Hiyori remembered. Her body remembered the unbearable, ripping pain as her soul was turned inside-out; she vaguely recalled trying to warn Shinji to run…and, though she’d tried to deny it over the years, she remembered a familiar voice shouting her name over and over again…

“Don’t try to tell me that I’m the reason she turned on him,” Hiyori seethed. “I ain’t fallin’ for it. If she actually gave a damn-“

”She left because she gave a damn,” Kisuke snapped back, a hint of impatience coloring his tone. “Look, I could give you my theories on the matter, but they’ll be just that: theories, conjecture based on what I happen to know for certain. Or, you could hear the truth straight from the source.”

Hiyori whirled around and gave Kisuke her fiercest glare, her fists clenched so tightly her skin threatened to split. “She coulda said whatever she wanted years ago, but she fuckin’ ran away instead! Why the hell should I listen to anything she’s got to say now?”

“Because she won’t talk to me!”

Hiyori flinched - not because of his tone, but because of the slightest flare of reiatsu that came with it. She stared down at her former captain in astonishment. In all the years she’d known him, she’d never seen him lose his temper - not with her (despite her best efforts at times), not with anyone. But now…she saw the tension in his jaw, the way his own hands had balled into fists in his lap. Urahara Kisuke wasn’t one to show his hand to anyone, but for this one second, he seemed to slip. Frustration, impatience - no, that wasn’t it.

He was worried.

Within a blink, he had donned his usual, relaxed visage once again. His hands relaxed on his lap; his expression turned thoughtful, even a little sad. “Please believe me when I say that I wouldn’t have asked you here if I didn’t think it absolutely necessary. Of all of the people she believes she directly harmed, you are perhaps the one she feels the most guilt over, and the one she did the most to protect. If anyone is able to get through to her, it will be you. Now please, Hiyori-san, if you’d just wait a few more minutes - it shouldn’t be long now.”

[nineliabilityrisk]

Michael was lucky Jeremy had even been awake. He was supposed to be sleeping for his shift - it wasn't like he enjoyed sleeping all day so he could clock in at that stupid pizza place at midnight, but it was what he had to do if he wanted to pay the bills. Luckily, he'd forgotten to feed his cat before he'd passed out this morning, so she had decided to protest by jumping from a nearby shelf directly onto his sleeping face just a few scant minutes before Michael happened to arrive.

He'd barely managed to get the wet food on her plate and the can thrown away before he heard the knock at the door, and he squinted towards the front of the house in confusion - who in the fuck would be visiting him at this time of day? Sure, everyone else was supposed to be awake right now, but everyone who knew him also knew that he worked the night shift. Still, he had to go see who it was - he couldn't make out the figure through the fancy, distorted glass window, especially not without his glasses.

Half-jogging across the living room, careful not to let his socks slide on the wood floors, he answered the door, hardly registering the fact that he was still in his pajamas until the door was already halfway open. Too late to worry about that, he supposed. He blinked at the person in front of him, once, twice, willing the blob of color to resolve itself into a recognizable face, until he heard Michael's ragged voice.

"Wait, wha' - Mike?" he stammered out, hardly able to process anything before the taller boy literally collapses onto him. "The Hell?" Pulling back, mostly to steady himself because the impact nearly carried them both to the floor, he supported Michael with one hand taking his weight at his side and the other one coming up to pull his face back into Jeremy's view so he could squint at him some more. It wasn't until his palm slid over the boy's cheek, trailing warm and red and - oh, God, - that Jeremy realized what was going on. His expression didn't exactly lighten, but it changed, going from tired incomprehension to panic and concern. His exhaustion could wait, Michael was fucking bleeding, and that clearly took priority.

"Shit, hon, what happened to you?" he asked, not even registering the way he began to slip back into his childhood accent as he took the entire situation in, mentally falling back to when he was a teen in North Carolina and his little siblings had always been getting themselves hurt. His hand on Michael's face slid upwards - that much blood could only come from a head wound. By touch alone, he found where the slick warmth stopped, skirting around the wound so as not to hurt Mike - he hoped to God it wasn't as bad as it seemed. Head wounds always bled so, so much. Not to mention what other injuries Jeremy might not be able to see at the moment.

Moving so he could slip one arm under Michael's and gently use the other to support his front, he half-guided, half-dragged the boy across the scant few feet to the couch. "Stay right there, alright? Be right back, promise," he murmured, depositing Michael as softly as he could before rushing off to shut the door, grab his glasses, and gather supplies. He shut the cat in his bedroom, not wanting her to get in the way, before digging out his first aid kit and depositing it on the bathroom counter.

"'Right, hon," he started, suppressing a wince as he made his way back into the living room and took in how rough Michael looked now that he could actually see him. "This is gonna suck, and I'm real sorry, but I gotta get you up and into the bathroom. We'll get you all fixed up in there, alright? You're gonna be just fine." His voice stayed soft as he leaned down to help Michael off the couch, worming one arm in behind the small of his back and basically just hefting his entire bodyweight up on his own as he knew that Mike was clearly in no state to do it himself. "I gotcha, darlin'. Just stay awake for me, yeah? 'S all you gotta do. I'll take care of all the rest."

@nineliabilityrisk asked: [scenarios meme] medic (reverse) / surprise / guest - jeremy (if youre picking up what im putting down, jer finding an injured mike at his place...) // a comprehensive list of scenarios

MEDIC :  for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured. SURPRISE :  for one muse to come home and find the other already inside. GUEST :  for one muse to offer the other a place to stay.

MICHAEL HARDLY EVEN REALIZES where he's headed until he already finds himself at the familiar doorstep. Of course, a part of him must have known, though if he truly thought about it beyond continuing to move, he's not sure if he would have made it to Jeremy's place. Seeking out help is something entirely separate from any option Michael has ever considered himself worthy of, reluctance to do so hammered into him time and time again— every attempt met with shame, violence, and guilt, how else was he ever meant to take it? It's pathetically weak of him, and anyone who might think otherwise... if Michael were to let them in, he would only drag them further into his destruction until they're swallowed by it. He's seen it, caused it time and time again, refuses to rely on anyone else.

Except, this time, he's run out of options.

The fight itself was stupid ( he only realizes this in hindsight, never thinking through his choices enough until it's too late ), Michael is already cursing himself for even getting into it. He should be used to the stares by now, whispers follow him everywhere he goes and his reputation in Hurricane is no secret to most. It shouldn't even bother him as much as it does, not with the blame he already carries, but the confrontation dug it's way under his skin enough for Michael to throw the damn punch ( it hit, hard, though only dread filled him as he watched his opponent spit out blood, and Michael fucking froze ). One against four, even when holding his ground he didn't stand much of a chance, not when they were fueled by sudden justification to beat the shit out of the town murderer, either. Each hit sent bursts of pain rippling through his body, embarrassingly left to do what he could to shield himself on the ground, until they decided to declare the fight won and left him ( though not without a threat to make sure he'd shut his mouth about it, anyone could easily spin it into defending themselves against someone as unstable as Michael, after all ).

He's unsure how long it too him to even get up— just breathing hurt like a motherfucker, a sharp sting in his ribs with each attempt. Wiping the blood from his nose ( hand shaking in pain ), the realization that he wouldn't be able to patch this up himself hit. No god damn way he was going to his father who would only berate him for it, and Henry... the thought of burdening him further made him sick with guilt.

So he dragged himself up, and kept walking, ignoring the pull of his injuries until he ends up at the only place he could go.

Staring at the door ( he should leave, he should just go and do it himself ), Michael's breathing is labored, clutching his own torso with one hand— no doubt bruised to hell— ...and finally knocking with the other. He fails to swallow the lump in his throat as he waits, until Jeremy opens the door.

"Hey..." Michael exhales, trying to blink away the blurriness as he sways in place. He doesn't even have much time to gauge Jeremy's reaction before the vertigo hits— "Shit- sorry—" and he starts to fall at the doorway.

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“dirty mouth, sweetheart.” he groaned as he removed his fingers that tucked itself in his hoodie pockets to grab your forehead, hands closing on your hair as he pulled you into his lips, feeling you moan against him as your body becomes reliant to him. this always happened, every argument, say fuck you, and get a passionate makeout session that left you both forgetting the problem in the first place. “gonna make sure you remember your place as a good girl.” he takes a pause, removing himself from your mouth much to your whine to mumble into your ear as his hands traveled to your bottoms. “b-but-“ he quickly stuffed his fingers back into your mouth, watching you eagerly suck his left hand like a leech, eyes opened as you lick and bite at the skin. “sh, don’t speak until i let you. daddy gotta teach you some manners, gonna start by stripping you so he can taste your other pair of sweet lips that aren’t dissing him like you are.”

YEONJUN, hueningkai, jake, sunghoon, HEESEUNG

“now you cursing, aren’t ya? fucking dirty mouth of yours.” he replies aggressively, disgust tinting his words. you shouldn’t have said that to your daddy, not when he was already pissed off twenty minutes into your argument. but you were on the verges of tears, and wanted to end it on your own terms, so you slipped out a curse word that he forbidded you from using, much to the shock of him, and that led you to be crying on his lap as he watched you slide your legs over his, attempting to get friction by moving back and forth quickly, but failing to. “i’m sorry daddy!” you bawl, face red from the tears that streamed out of your cheeks, forming a puddle on your pretty pink skirt he bought you, stopping your movements because you were exhausted. “i didn’t say you can stop, did i? gotta make my baby learn her punishment somehow.” he smirked at your exhausted state, hair sticking up as your skirt rid up even further, to the point where it wasn’t even hiding anything anymore, making the panties that drooled and stuck to your pussy the focus of his attention. “keep going and maybe you learn to clean your mouth next time.” he slaps your thigh, that reminds you to tiredly resume your actions, you sniffling as you stood up just to rub yourself against his leg again.

taehyun, JAY, beomgyu

he looked tired the entire conversation, so much to your shock, did he suddenly widen them when you spoke those words, furrowing his eyebrows at the fact you cursed. “repeat that again?” your lips remained firmly closed, not wanting to awake the beast any more. his eyes have seemed to regain it’s conscious, as he stared at you blankly. “say that again.”

“i said, fuck you.” you muttered, a small smile tugging at your lips at the fact you challenged him. this was funny to see, he had a vein protuding in his forehead. at how angry he was, and when your eyes made contact with it, you giggled. much to the disbelief of your boyfriend, who was so offended beyond words. “couch.” he pointed to the couch that stood mere meters away, and this time, it was your turn for your eyes to widen. he never did couch sex, only ever fucking you in the bedroom as he didn’t want to stain something that was for others. he must have been really pissed, and he was. “you’re gonna strip.” he says slowly, like it took out too much energy to finish his sentence in one go. “and wait on your knees in front of the couch like a good girl, and i’m gonna get my toys and you gonna prepare yourself for a night of punishment. okay?” he says sternly, waiting for you to nod. you nodded mindlessly, scared to worsen the situation for you. “disrespect me like that again and i fuck your throat til you can’t speak anymore.”

this whole thing is for soobin.

[watchmegetobsessed]

THE NAUGHTY LIST

A/N: another sunday, another fanficmas fic! all week i can't wait to post new stuff, its so weird to keep everything just locked in my drafts haha! anyway, in today's fic we are taking it a bit dirtier than before😌

PAIRING: Harry Styles X Reader

WARNING: blow job

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

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“So this is it, hmm?”

“This is it,” Harry hums nodding, standing by the door as you walk further into his old room.

You’re spending Christmas at Anne’s for the first time, last year you stayed in the States and Harry’s family came to visit, but this year it was the other way around. It’s also your first time being in the home where Harry spent part of his life before he became famous, the thought of seeing this intimate piece of his past has kept you excited through the weeks leading up to the holidays.

Now as you’re standing in his old room, you feel like you could easily be in his brain, in his deepest thoughts.

“Mum has remodeled it a bit through the years, so the most embarrassing things are gone by now,” Harry adds, walking over to his dresser, a few magazines laid out on top of it along with books and a few framed pictures. The walls are a masculine greyish blue color, a few posters hanging on them, but you know the best ones have already been ripped off, what a pity.

The bed is neatly made, you’re guessing it’s Anne’s touch, the window is looking out to the backyard and over the little hill behind the street, such a lovely view that’s currently covered in snow and you can imagine little Harry watching the birds fly across the blue sky, humming tunes to himself he would later turn into songs.

“So, how many girls did you bring up here?” you ask cheekily as you turn to him, folding your arms on your chest.

“Actually, not many. Maybe like three,” he admits truthfully, and walking over to you his hands find your hips, pulling you against his chest.

“And how many of them did you kiss?” you muse pursing your lips, arms wrapping around his waist.

“About… two of them.”

“And…” you start, leaning closer to his ears, your lips brushing against the shell as you breathe out the words. “How many of them sucked you off in here?”

You can feel the change in Harry’s stance immediately, his hold on you tightening as you lean back so your eyes meet his, the green of his irises appearing way darker than usual.

“None of them,” he hums, eyes flickering down to your lips.

“Oh, really? So then…” Your hands wander to the front of his pants, palming him through the rough fabric of his jeans. “Can I be the first one?”

“You can be the first and the last one, baby,” he smirks at you, his hand coming up to cradle your face in his palm as he brings you closer for a kiss, your hands already unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, his cock hardening with every passing second. “Gotta be quiet though, my mum is downstairs,” he mumbles against your lips.

“I can be pretty quiet with your dick stuffed into my mouth, I think you should be the one to be careful.”

He exhales sharply through his nose, reaching for the door to lick it before kissing you hard, pulling you towards the bed until the back of his legs hit it. He sits down as you get down on your knees first, then sitting to your heels. Harry lifts his hips, tugging his jeans and underwear down and the bunch at his ankles as you place your hands to his knees, taking him in just for a second. Scratching his thighs with your nails gently, you inch closer before getting a hold of his cock, tugging it lazily at first, feeling him up, teasing him about what’s gonna come.

“Is this a teenage fantasy of yours? Getting your dick sucked in your room?” you hum, keeping your voice low in case someone is near the door even though Harry locked it.

“Imagined it a few times, yeah,” he nods breathing out shakily as he watches your hands pumping his cock.

“Mm, I hope it’ll live up to your fantasies,” you smirk at him slyly before taking the tip into your mouth, sucking on it, swirling your tongue around the slit.

“Oh shit,” he breathes out as he leans back on his arms, his eyes closing, head rolling back.

“Remember, quiet,” you warn him before sliding most of his dick into your mouth, the head almost reaching the back of your throat.

One hand on the base of his cock, the other one on his thigh, your fingers dig into his skin almost exactly where his tiger tattoo is as you move your head in a steady rhythm. One of his hands cups the back of your head, gathering your hair as he keeps a firm hold of you, guiding you on his cock, but not putting much pressure into his movements. Every time you go down, you try to take more and more of him, the warmth of your mouth swallowing his thick, throbbing dick and you can’t help but think about how naughty it is, sucking him off in his old room with his family downstairs. Then it reminds you that you came up to unpack so you’re expected to be back down soon and if you don’t want Anne to come upstairs looking for you, knocking on the door when Harry is balls deep down your throat.

So you try to pick it up a notch, sucking harder on him, using your tongue, occasionally tapping him against the inside of your cheek, earning quite a few ‘oh God’ and ‘fucking hell’from your whimpering mess of a boyfriend.

“Y/N, I’m gonna cum,” he warns you, though you can tell from the way his dick is twitching. You give his balls a gentle squeeze and deep throat him, keeping him there for a few seconds before going back to moving your head before his cum spurts to the back of your throat, hot and sticky and salty and you swallow every drop of it, sucking him completely dry.

“I’m pretty sure this just put you to the naughty list,” he pants when you’re done, sitting on your heels, smirking up at him.

“Says the guy whose dick is still out and he just got a blowjob with his family downstairs,” you scoff, pushing yourself up to your feet as he stands and pulls his underwear and jeans back up.

“I’m fine with that,” he smirks, capturing your lips in a short kiss as you both fix yourselves. “You think we can do more than just a blowjob tonight?” he hums against your lips, his fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

“Is your bed creaky?”

“Do we have to do it in the bed?” he retorts and you gasp at his dirty mind.

“I don’t even wanna know how horny you were as a teenager if this is you as a grown ass man!”

“Says the girl who just sucked my dick in my old room,” he smirks, stealing one last kiss before taking your hand, walking out of the room.

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Something Just Like This - August Walker smut

The one where August figures out what happened to you.

Warnings: smut, some angst, pregnancy, breastfeeding kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex

A/N: this idea was requested and of course, I had to add in the smut.

August’s P.O.V.

I’d never been a patient man.

That made waiting at her house, with no idea of when she’d arrive, particularly frustrating. Especially considering the reason why I had found myself here in the first place.

I still couldn’t even think about it. Since I found out why it was that she suddenly disappeared from the face of the Earth, all I’d done was go, go, go. Search everywhere for even the smallest trace of her. Try to get inside her mind so I could maybe figure out where she’d go to hide.

Of course, I never once considered she wasn’t hiding at all.

“Shh…” I heard her soothe someone, not finding it difficult to figure out who it was. “There you go. Good boy.”

That was when the first wave of panic hit me.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had to deal with that emotion. I was usually so in control of everything. I designed my life to make it that way. No surprises.

Until now.

“I see you’ve already made yourself comfortable.” She didn’t even glance my way, seated at the farthest corner of her living room, but I expected as much. She was an incredible agent before she decided to… retire. It was ingrained in our minds to check for the little signs, if we were being followed, if there was someone inside our house.

It’d be pretty irresponsible of her to disregard everything she’d learned. Especially now.

She didn’t pay me any attention as she took off her coat and hung it by the door, taking all the time in the world to do so before, at last, turning to the sleeping infant in the carrier she had deposited on the sofa before me.

At least he wasn’t a fussy child.

“So, how are you?” She sighed, letting herself fall on the couch, finally looking at me. “It took you longer than I imagined. Then again, I wasn’t sure you’d come at all.”

And that’s when the beast inside of me woke up, my nostrils flaring as I inhaled deeply, leaning closer to her so I could speak in a whisper but still have her hear me and take note of every hint of anger in my tone.

“How am I?” I repeated, unbelieving of her chosen words for the encounter. “How am I? You’re MIA for six months, I find out it’s because you got pregnant and you have the nerve to ask me how I am?”

She didn’t look the slightest bit affected, sighing as she turned to look at the boy in the carrier. “Let me go put him in bed so you don’t have to whisper anymore.”

In the time it took her to do that, I grew impatient. ‘How am I’. The hell kinda question is that.

When she came back, she looked different. Well, she was different from the last time I saw her anyway - her frame looked fuller, hips wider. It made me lick my lips in desire, but I had other issues to focus on at the moment.

Like the fact that she looked angry. “How can you ask me how I am when you’re the one who disappeared to have my child?” I almost yelled, still trying to be respectful of the sleeping infant in the other room. “I thought you were kidnapped! Murdered in the line of duty!”

She blinked a few times, seemingly surprised about the direction the discussion was taken, but what the hell was she expecting?

“What do you want me to say?” Was her response. “Can you put yourself in my shoes for a moment? We fucked occasionally and I ended up pregnant. I didn’t even know where you were stationed, and I didn’t know how to explain to our superior officer why I needed to know classified information about one of their best assets.”

I forced myself to take one deep breath, understanding that if she had done so, she could easily be targeted as a spy. When she looked down at her feet, hands on her hips, I knew she was disappointed.

“Have you ever even wanted a family?” She asked me. “I don’t know! I know next to nothing about you, August. All I know was that we fucked and the contraceptive didn’t work and now I have a piece of you with me forever. A piece you didn’t even want to give me.”

I wasn’t egocentric enough to completely miss her point. But still, now that I’d made a fool of myself, the only thing I could think to say was, “You’re not even going to apologize?”

Her head snapped up, fire in her eyes and I knew she was about to tell me off when I grabbed her by the chin and pulled her to meet my lips.

“I think you have a lot to make up for, kitten…” I insisted, pressing kisses all along her shoulder just to hear her mewl for me. “You just assumed I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with my own son, and kept this away from me…”

“I missed your entire pregnancy. God, can’t imagine how these looked…” I whispered, holding her breasts as I pulled away to stare at them. “Did he leave some for me?” I teased, slipping the front of her blouse down so I could rub her nipples, enjoying how her head fell back in bliss. I imagined they were much more sensitive now. “Will you let me try?”

I waited for her nod to lean down and wrap my lips around her nub, sucking lightly, mindful of how she felt now that she was breastfeeding, and I was rewarded by a pleasured gasp, her fingers flying up to my hair to pull at the strands, but keep me attached to her.

“Remember how I made you cream around me?” I teased, running my tongue around her nipple, relishing in the sweet liquid that slowly dripped from her. “Yeah, you loved it, didn’t you?” Her whine had me smirking as I easily manhandled her into resting against the wall, abandoning her breasts momentarily to nuzzle her neck.

“I loved it too,” I admitted, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as I hoisted her leg up to wrap around my waist before working on getting my cock out of my trousers. “God, you have no idea how much I missed this pussy…”

Slipping inside of her was always delicious. The way she instinctively clenched around me, arms tightening around my body to keep me nearby. My name slipped from her lips, and it had my lips twisting up.

“Hmm…” I mused, pulling away to take in her state of ruin. “I think I want you to call me daddy now…” She snickered, but I wasn’t completely joking about it.

A punishing thrust against her sweet spot had the title slipping from her lips without her even noticing it. Smirking, I started to really fuck into her, imagining how sexy she must have looked like, all round with my child.

“You should have told me.” I shook my head before letting it drop against her shoulder, knowing she didn’t know what I was referring to and probably couldn’t even tell while I was fucking her. So I decided to focus on this moment instead, appreciating how it felt to actually have her after thinking I’d never get to see her again.

“Shit, you feel so good,” I cursed right as a loud moan escaped her, and I had to slap my hand over her mouth, trying to quieten her down. “You better be quiet, baby. You don’t want to wake up the other baby, huh?”

She melted in my arms, allowing me to push her further up the wall as I sped up my thrusts, searching for that blissful release I could only truly reach with her.

Her eyes rolled back as my cum spilled deep inside of her, not worried about contraceptives anymore because they’d failed us once, what’s another time?

Besides, I was kind of hoping to be able to experience what I missed this time.

“You’re staying?” She asked when she saw me adjusting my clothing after I made sure to clean her up, and I figured my raised eyebrow was enough of an answer, but I gave her one anyway.

“Someone’s gotta take care of you and the little guy, huh?” I grinned, pulling her into my arms. “Can’t believe you thought you’d ever be able to get rid of me.”