#and also loudly desperately asking and begging someone to stay and to be there

[kickedin17]

For months all that's been rotating in my stupit little brain is how so much of twenty one pilots' music is very specifically about holding your hand out into the void you created around yourself and hoping and praying (sometimes literally) that someone is actually there to grab onto it and hold you back and preemptively wondering what's going to happen when they let go and leave you in the void again. but despite that fear and that gnawing sense that you'll end up alone anyway, you also can't not hold your hand out, because you have to try. you have to try anyway it's the only way to live

And paladin strait is kind of the climax/bookend to that, saying, actually, I know you're out there and I'm coming to get you and I know you're still going to be there when I make it. so of course I'm going to try. I never considered anything else

And I think the live paladin strait/bandito mashup is saying, from the other perspective, I was actually always here and would've always followed you, even if you decided to let go. because you and I are the same and I would never have chosen anything else, other than to be with you and wait for you. turn around.*

And it makes me ill it makes me sick !!!!! I hate it here !!!!!!!!

(*because orpheus but also they're singing it ass to ass 😔)

[athynathens]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ lust for you.

“Poor baby can’t even take the pleasure anymore. Am I fucking you too stupid, doll?”

PAIRING. Bakugo Katsuki x You/Reader

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. This takes place in the Boku no Hero Academia Universe, but Class 1-A are not pro heroes, rather they are just ordinary people only. This implies that there are no quirks involved.

SYNOPSIS. You were asked to accompany your friend to a fan signing event to her favorite band. No matter how much you resist, you have no choice but to abide to your friend’s persuasion. There, you met a certain blond, known for his rough personality. Something attracted you to him — and him to you. The tension, the glances, the touches, the sparks…and the goddamn sex is fucking something.

WARNING. long oneshot, minors dni, porn with plot, 18+ scenes, mature scenes ahead such as soft to rough sex, 69, face-sitting, cunninglis, degradation, dirty talking, and chocking

AUTHOR’S NOTES. holy shit guys. I wasn’t really expecting my previous bakugo katsuki one shot to be such a hit. Im really grateful for the votes!! Here’s another smut oneshot for yall! I have other things in store such as a kiribaku x reader oneshot and daryl oneshot, but I figured that many wouldn’t like it since i am not that popular yet so imma do another bakugo oneshot!! hope yall enjoy this since i had a hard time thinking of an interesting plot. also btw, “your friend” won’t be given a name in this oneshot so that you may name her however you want.

When your friend is randomly nice to you, buying your favorite food and drink, offering to watch your favorite show — don’t you think this is where it gets suspicious? If there is one thing you’ve learned with your beloved friend is that there is always a reason for everything. However, there is a pattern to her manipulation.

The more things she got for you, the greater the reason behind her actions and vice versa.

You already have speculations with what your friend might want. It’s either she wants to watch the movie where her favorite actor stared in; it’s probably a trip to a mall; it’s possible she would want someone to do her homework. And heck, it isn’t even her birthday today.

It turns out…she wanted you to go with her to a fansigning event of the GZB aka the Ground Zero Boys.

You had no idea how the hell she managed to convinced you, but seeing how desperate your friend is, you began to see how much she adores the group. You’ve seen her room plastered with posters of them. She even watch their reality show so much to the point she got scolded for being so less attentive these days. You wondered if this group is even worthy enough for her to become so detach with life.

Yet seeing how she is on her knees, practically begging and pleading while hugging your legs. You almost had no choice but to say yes.

But the thing is that…

…you began to regret going.

“WE LOVE YOU, GZB!!”

“GZB! GZB! GZB!”

“RED RIOT!! LET ME LICK YOUR ABS!!”

“CHARGEBOLT!! YOU CUTIE PATOOTIE!!”

“CHOCK ME LIKE YOU HATE ME, DYNAMIGHT!!”

“DEKU!! SLAP ME PLEASE!!”

“MARRY ME, SHOTO!!”

What kind of sorcery fuckery is this? You were astonished with the screams of desperation from the fans. You wanted to leave immediately because the yells kept increasing as their comments became more and more lewd. You can even see the securities are getting uncomfortable with their comments.

Damn. The sun isn’t even up yet. “These people are down bad for them…” You mumbled beneath your breath.

Your friend grabbed your wrist to guide you stay at the front of the doors, it was a tough and rough journey — you were stepped on, kicked on, pushed on, and pulled on.

You wanted to curse loudly for that rough journey. Heck! It wasn’t even supposed to be that fucking tough. However, your friend seemed really happy that you were there for her, so you decided to shrugged it off…for now.

After like what it felt like hours later, the doors finally opened, causing a riot to occur. Everyone was pushing each other, even though security was guiding everyone. You and your friend fought through the crowd of desperate fans till you two found a spot at the front. You had no idea if it’s luck, but the spot you two got is definetly a place where you can see them clearly, but it means they could see you two clearly as well.

Fans glared at the both of you out of jealously. They cursed at the both of you for getting such a clear spot to see them.

However, their glares diminished when the band finally revealed themselves to the crowd — looking all manly, dashing, confident, and handsome as fuck.

They greeted their fans, causing everyone to scream in support. The band can only laugh before introducing themselves with a mic.

Your eyes landed on a certain blonde guy with eyes so red it can penetrate your soul.

A couple of days ago, you did some research about the group, therefore, you absolutely knew who this person is, and he is…

“DynaMight,” He introduced himself gruffly.

Damn. That kind of hotness exists in this world, huh? The fans started to scream louder than before. To be honest, you can’t blame them since Dynamight is fucking hot, but the problem is that he is a bit…rough.

“Awww!! Kacchan here has fans after all!!” A cheerful blonde with a lightning strike on his hair teases.

“YOU WANNA DIE, DUNCE FACE?” Dynamight yelled angrily.

According to your research, he is known to have a rough personality, people would often mistaken him as mean, but that’s just really how he is. His rough personality parallels with his drumming skills. DynaMight brings out his angry emotions through drums, creating a somewhat desirable yet scary atmosphere around him.

There is not much known about him since he is pretty secretive and mysterious. It’s either that or he’s smart enough to hide from paparazzi.

The only known information is his real name, which is Bakugo Katsuki alias DynaMight.

As the day goes, you admitted that this fansigning event is quite entertaining. The interviews, the questions, and the answers are quite intriguing to listen to. You even had a thought if you should stan this group or not, definitely not stanning because of Dynamight only.

However, a question from Chargebolt made everyone’s ears perked up, especially your friend.

He asked if someone could guess what DynaMight’s favorite hobby is. Whoever can guess it correctly can win a chance to go up in stage and take a photo with DynaMight.

No one knew the answer to that, but it’s no surprise since he is secretive. However, you recalled that he would often post on Instagram about mountains and hiking gear. You came into a conclusion that he probably likes mountain climbing.

You elbowed your friend then, you whispered her the answer. She seemed hesitant to answer, but you gestured her with your head to say it on the mic.

With uneasiness, she got up to the mic and said her answer.

Bakugo’s wide eyes say it all, verifying that your friend got the right answer. Everyone cried in agony, disappointed that they lost their opportunity to make their wattpad life happen. Your friend only giggled then did a thumbs up to you while you shyly did the same thing.

“WHATTTT? You like mountain climbing, Katchan?” Chargebolt screamed, slamming the table with his hand.

Katusku clicked his tongue, “You’re just fucking oblivious, Dunce Face,” He replied with a middle finger.

“EXCUSE ME?” Kaminari retorted.

“Mountain Climbing? Say, Bakugo, wanna go with me sometime?” Todoroki asked nonchalantly.

“In your dreams, ice princess,” Bakugo middle fingered him.

“P-Please don’t start here…” Kirishima went in between the two, stopping them by the chest.

Deku clapped his hands, releasing the tension between the two. “Now! You may come up on the stage and take a pic with DynaMight!”

Your friend giggled once more, grabbing your wrist to pull you forward to take a pic with him. You tried to protest, but she was very stubborn so you had no choice but to agree. Besides, you protesting in the middle of this event is gaining the attention of the jealous fans.

Meanwhile, Bakugo Katsuki has his eyes on you.

You don’t seem to notice his gaze, and he wished it would be kept that way. The last thing he wants is for you to catch him staring at you.

He already knew that it was you who knew the answer to Denki’s question. The latter saw you whisper something to your friend’s ear before the latter got up to the mic to speak.

He had to admit, but he was fucking impressed since not even his stalkers know about this.

The blond watched as you shyly got up in stage. He watched your body movements — the way your body would shrink to the floor, the way your fingers fidget the front of your shirt, the way your thighs clenched, and the way your eyes avert away from his.

Shit. This is fucking bad. Katsuki gulped.

It’s been months since Katsuki had sex. Being an idol prevents him from doing such activities. To be more precise, his company does not allow their members to do pornographic work since it will ruin their image.

However, the band may or may not have disobeyed that rule.

The blond hasn’t gotten laid in months already. This is due to his fucking busy schedule — their strict CEO, the rules, the tours, the practices, their fans, their scandals, and stalkers are factors keeping him from going out to do his thing.

“Katsuki! Stop being so stiff and pose for the camera!” Kirishima yelled, cackling while clapping at the scene in front of him.

His eyes quivered, snapping back to reality as he immediately placed his hand on your shoulder while his other hand is on his pocket. Noises of cameras clicked from all sides, taking a picture of the rare photo of the one and only DynaMight alone with fans.

You can feel your heart beating uncontrollably. The weight of his hands left something on your stomach to your chest. You began to wonder if this is because he’s just fucking hot. No one in your college can even match his damn level. However, you decided to shrugged this feeling off and focused on the camera.

After a few minutes, the shooting ended. His band members only laughed while clapping, congratulating their angry-looking friend. While they were doing that, you can feel the weight on your shoulder dwindle.

You assumed that he was just removing his hand from your shoulder. What you were thinking was right, but it felt different.

Instead of lifting his hand, his fingers went down to your back as he traced your spine. Your back clenched at this seductive action of his. Thighs clenched and arched back as he continued tracing his fingertip down.

— Holy fuck, stop the car, you weren’t mentally ready for that.

You tried your best to not show any facial expressions at least, but it was fucking hard.

In the first place, you didn’t even know if he did this on accident or he’s actually teasing you. The last part sounded unbelievable since it is giving delulu vibes.

This is not the situation where delulu is solulu.

He stopped traching when he reached the end of your back, releasing his fingertips from your back. This allowed you to sigh in relief, feeling your own sanity coming back to you.

Katsuki watched as the staff member gestured you to go back to your places with your friend. He analyzed your movements, looking at your thighs and body as you walked to your place.

The event ended with a blast. Everyone was smiling in happiness as they all walked out those doors. Your friend kept fangirling on the photo incident both of you had with DynaMight. She can’t stop talking about how hot he was. Normally, you would get annoyed with her fangirling, but for once you agreed with her.

You may deny it, but you can’t shrugged the warm feeling he left across your back. The scent of his masculine cologne lingers around your upper body. Sniffing his cologne caused you to have a faint blush on your cheek. You can still remember that “sexual” action he did on your back. You couldn’t believe that his fingertips even had this effect on you in the first place.

You began shrinking down to the floor when you remembered how his eyes kept glancing in your direction — how he would suddenly grin and smirk when he caught you staring back.

Your cheeks were getting warmer each second so you excused yourself to use the bathroom. You practically ran to the bathroom, not wanting to delay any longer. As soon as you entered, you washed your face with cold water, trying to cool the warmness of the cheeks, but it isn’t working. Since it wasn’t working, you exited the bathroom with a disappointment look.

However, you stumbled across a hard chest which took you off balance. You were about to scold this person till you saw who it was — Bakugo fucking Katsuki. Your entire demeanor halted under his piercing gaze, you subconsciously lowered your head, not wanting to meet such a gaze.

“Oi. You were that distracted with your own thoughts to the point you didn’t even notice me?” He grumbled with a slight smirk.

Your throat gulped in response, “M-My b-bad…” You stuttered, immediately walking away from this situationship.

“How did you know?”

Your body turned, tilting your head in confusion. “How did I what?”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Know about my hobby?”

“Why do you want to know?”

The blond clicked his tongue in annoyance, crossing his arms which bulges his arms even more. “Do ya always ask so much fucking questions? Just answer the fucking question.”

Your body flinched at his angry tone, causing you to look away from him now.

A sigh left your lips, “Through Instagram. You keep posting stuff about mountain climbing? So thats how I concluded your hobby.”

Katsuki arched his brow, crossing his arms while tilting his head to the side. “Hm. How interesting. Ya fan of mine?”

“No. I just got curious to why my friend like you and your band so much so I looked to all of your accounts,” You replied, not wanting expose that you are kinda a fan.

The corner of his mouth fought a smirk. “Oh? Ya for real?”

“Yeah. I am for real.”

“Hm. Nah. Don’t believe it.”

“That’s your problem, buddy.”

He bent down, leaning his body forward. “Exactly. That’s why you need to help me understand…” A cocky grin is now plastered on his face.

You scoffed. “Why me?”

He only stared at me for a moment, then he began letting out some laughter, displaying his teeth. You only stood there in confusion. I do not get his humor. His happy atmosphere flashed right through my soul — just like how white damn teeth.

Moments later, footsteps were getting closer to them. You didn’t have time to react, and Bakugo took the initiative to grab your arm to pull you inside a small room. He shoved you two inside that room. A rough hand covered the sounds coming from your mouth. You had the damn urge to just fucking bite his hand.

The footsteps later diminished, causing you to even curse loudly against his mouth. He rolled his eyes, and then he removed his hand on your mouth. He lets out an ick to feel your spit and saliva on his hand.

“Don’t give me that damn ick face! You pushed me in here with your damn gorilla hands on my fucking face!” You silently screamed.

“Listen, woman. Ya look fucking smart so think about it clearly. Would you rather be caught with me and start a rumor? I’m pretty sure ya already know how fucked up our fans can be,” He reasoned, wiping his hand on his pants.

Your tense eyes soften. “R-Right. My bad…”

It’s his turn to sigh. “It’s fine. Your reaction is understandable.”

Damn. You were surprised that this hot-tempered drummer can be considerate. If you were being so honest, it really contradicted his whole rough character.

Later, you just realized how close he is. The tight space made you two really collide with one another. His knee was in between your knees. Both of his hands are actually trapping you; the right hand beside your head and the other is beside your forearm. The room began to heat up — or maybe that was just you.

“Nervous?” He asked gruffly.

Fuck. You don’t even want to look up, knowing his cocky grin is on his face right now.

Your hand slowly reached for the doorknob. “U-Um. Maybe I should get goi—” You were interrupted when he swiftly grabbed the doorknob and locked it.

Your heart beats faster, scared or probably excited with what’s happening.

“I’ll be fucking straight forward. I want sex, and I seem to want you to satisfy me.” Your face turned into a tomato at his straightforwardness.

“W-Why me?” You just had to ask.

“I want you. Isn’t that enough?” He answered, slowly creeping his hand around your waist.

“O-Okay…? But I’m a virgin…”

“That doesn’t matter to me. I’ll be slow. Besides, if we talk about weirdness, don’t you think it’s supposed to you weirded out by me asking for sex?” Bakugo asked, holding you in place.

You tilt your head, “Weird? What do you mean?”

The blonde chuckled pathetically, “I’m an idol, expected to be that perfect doll for the fans to practically do anything they want to do. Here I am, asking someone to relieve my sexual needs…”

“There’s nothing weird about it. You’re human who craves for physical touch, and I don’t blame you for that. Besides, I don’t think you should be ashamed of craving for it. Craving for something is what reminds us that we are human.”

A shimmer and twinkle counterclockwise his eyes. His mouth began to create a small smile, satisfied with your answer. He remembered that he asked this question to other of his flings, and he wasn’t satisfied with their answers — they always answer the same thing: “quit your job then” or “you chose this life so live up to it.”

How can he explain to a total damn stranger that being an idol is both his gift and curse; it’s similar to a love-hate relationship. Bakugo can’t just quit and leave his job since drumming is his passion and source of happiness. It was the only way to relieve his stress and anger plus earn profit from. He turned his passion into something he can get money from. And he truly wished that it would be like that. Therefore, he just can’t quit.

The blonde brought his hand on your face, removing the baby hair covering your blushing face. “I’ll ask again…” He rested his hand on your cheek, feeling the heat against his skin. “…do you want to sleep with me?”

You looked away, eyes quivering in excitement and nervousness. “T-Take it slow p-please…”

He shook his head and used his finger to guide your chin to his face. “Words, please.”

“Y-Yes…”

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Katsuki brought you back to one of his houses in Japan. He drove from the fansigning event to his house with his motorcycle. The blond fondled across his pants and aggressively looked for the right key to open the door. He got angrier each minute, feeling his bulge on his pants.

Not to mention, he didn’t want to keep the lady waiting.

You noticed his stressed state so your hand positioned itself on his. “I’m not going anywhere so calm down.”

His breath hitched with your soothing tone, causing him to calm his tense shoulders. With a clear mind, he shuffled across the keys till he found the right one. As soon as he did, he dragged you inside and slammed you on the door. Your loud gasped echoed on his ears, and he immediately crashed his lips against yours.

You whimpered against him, feeling his tongue lick across your lips. Your mouth opened, allowing his tongue to toy and manipulate it with his own. His calloused hands travelled down your hips then to your ass, squeezing it before he lifted you.

He guided your legs around his hips, pushing his hard bulge into your clit. You moaned loudly against his mouth, releasing juices in your pussy. You knew he was screaming “big dicc energy” but you never apprehended that he will be this fucking big.

He pulled away for a moment. “Fuck. I’m so sorry,” He apologizes, caressing your body.

“I didn’t ask if I can kiss you…Fuck, you’re driving me so damn crazy…” He added, pushing you down to his bulge.

Your cheeks heated up, “I-Its okay…I already said yes to you a while ago…”

Bakugo rested his head to your shoulder. “Shit, I’m sorry but your first might be on the sofa and not on a bed. I can’t wait any longer.”

You smiled, “Location doesn’t matter. The person I’m with is what matters.”

An arrow stuck his heart, cheeks heating up with those words. It stimulated something inside him, his heart beating faster than normal — by normal, it means that he never felt this thirsty and hungry for someone else.

This was his first time being this hungry for someone.

His hands that were on your legs traveled up slowly, groping and caressing your thighs. He then landed his hands around your neck, placing pressure around the circumference of your neck. This caused you to chocked a bit, giving him the opportunity to lock lips again.

Both his hand and lips suffocated you, making you dizzy from pleasure and pain. Your hands gripped his chest, then traveling it up to his neck. You landed your hands on his hair, bringing him closer to you, forcing both of your bodies to collide even more. His bulge was long and fat, you can feel it resting on your stomach. The thought of it caused you to shiver in ecstasy.

He suddenly started walking, not even thinking of removing his lips from you. While doing so, he skillfully removed his leather jacket and held you by your ass, groping it as hard as he can. With the support of his hands, you tried to unbuckle his belt. This action can only make him laugh against the kiss.

“Calm down, sweetheart. I have all night to ravish you completely,” He whispered, licking his upper lips. Your face heated up, realizing how eager you were.

He gently let you down on the sofa and retracted his body from yours. With a smirk, he placed his hands on his back and slowly removed his shirt. His abs placed quite a show as his shirt got disposed to the ground.

“Got all shy, didn’t ya babe?” He asked, bending down to your thighs.

“Don’t worry…” He pecked your thighs while staring at your eyes. “…I’ll take care of ya, sweetheart,” He winked before pulling down my pants and undies in one go.

The cold air brought shivers to your heated bottom. Just by the thought of your own pussy bare in front of his eyes made you shy. Therefore, you subconsciously closed your legs, not wanting to embarrassed yourself further.

Bakugo growled, “I never asked to cover up, babe.”

“B-But it’s embarrassing…” You stuttered out, attempting to cover your pussy more by bringing down your sweater. Although, this action only caused your shoulders and breasts to be more noticeable.

The blond only chuckled, combing his hair back. “Sweetheart, I’m letting this go since this is your first time.” Your head tilted, confused with what he is insinuating.

He unexpectedly shifted your legs in an angle where he can bare your pussy on the breeze. Then, he suddenly opened it, by the ankle holding them tightly. The blond dropped a saliva on your pussy, making you to shiver as your pussy clenched at the warm sensation.

“Never, as in never, close your fucking legs. Your pussy…” He lets one of your legs go to only slightly touch your clit. “…is worth exploring. My cock and fingers is eager to tour around your pussy.”

Holy shit. This is not what you expect in sex. Sure you’ve heard about dirty talking, but never did you think that such words would rile you up. Your fingers covered your eyes, leaving small gaps in between to see the view.

“W-What about yours…?” You asked shyly. “W-Will I explore y-yours too..?”

Katsuki only chuckled, traveling his hands down to your thighs from your ankles. He asked with alluring tone, “Ever heard of 69, sweetheart?”

Your face heated up. Of course you know what that is, all the sex talk with your friend has corrupted your mind. Never in your life would’ve thought that you will experience it.

Your head moved up and down, agreeing to his question. This action made him grin in satisfaction. “Good, that’s what we will do. Are ya up for it, babe? No harm in saying no.”

You shuddered — him being considerate stimulated your innermost needs. So, you can’t help but say yes….

Katsuki did not hesitate and flipped you over. He laid his back on his couch while your clit’s on top of his pecs. Oh fuck. You only realized how embarrassing this position is. Juices from your pussy only dripped down to his pecs, and you can feel pussy clenching and unclenching. You had no idea what to be embarrassed of first. 

Him staring at your bare pussy or the fact that your pussy is reacting like this.

“What a beautiful pussy,” He claimed, placing his middle finger on your folds. This caused more juices to spill out. You only shivered, gasping loudly when you released more of your juices.

“Holy fucking fuck, sweetheart,” He bit his lip, realizing how wet you are.

Blushes of red swept across your face, filling every skin with its redness. All this blushing almost made you forget about an aching bulge in front of your face. Your hands unbuckled his belt and pushed down his boxers and pants.

This is where you only noticed how it towered your face; it was in fact huge and thick. Now, you’re wondering if this would even fit inside you due to its humongous size.

“Go on, sweetheart,” He ordered softly. “Suck it.”

With much hesitation, you wrapped your fingers around his shaft. Bakugo shuddered, feeling your cold fingers on his warm cock. This only triggered him to further toy with your pussy, causing you to whimper.

The blond noticed the limited movements you’re doing. The latter growled softly, bringing his hands to your clit and began pressing and rubbing it. The actions made you squirmed, accidentally falling forward. Doing so caused you to feel the sticky and slimy sensation on your cheek.

“C’mon, sweetheart, don’t make me wait,” He practically pleaded.

You bit your lip, holding his cock to bring it closer to your mouth. Placing your tongue out slightly, you licked the tip to taste it. Given that it is your first time, you started on by licking his length first. You brought your tongue down his shaft while pressing down his tip.

You suddenly felt a finger going inside you. Your body shivered, bringing goosebumps with the new feeling — it was uncomfortable yet you didn’t mind it. Feeling a bit bold, you decided to at least suck the tip. This is where your jaw ached. You knew he was big, but now you are sucking him, you never knew that he was this damn big.

What the fuck. My mouth already hurts. You tried sucking him deeper, but it really hurt your jaw. Katsuki began to chuckle slightly, realizing what you are attempting.

“I appreciate the eagerness, sweetheart, but take it slow. I need your mouth to scream for me later,” He fondled your ass, grinning at your adorable actions.

You slowly look behind, staring into his eyes with your teary ones. “U-Um…’m sorry…” You shivered, almost letting a tear drop.

Bakugo’s pupils shrunk.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, but I think we need to continue this 69 position another time,” Bakugo suddenly declared.

“H-Huh…what do you—” You were suddenly pulled back by the hips and landed on his face.

You exploded in embarrassment, realizing your bare pussy is on his fucking face. You extended your arms, trying to crawl your way out, but he held your hips tighter. You squirmed under his hold, but you gasped loudly when a wet object touched your folds — his tongue.

“W-Wait…!” You pleaded, but he didn’t budge.

His tongue was one of the wonders of this damn earth. He skillfully licked the outer and inner folds of your pussy — toying and sucking them like tits. You can feel his tongue swirling around them, causing your back to arch. Suddenly, his hands that were around your hips traveled down to your clit.

You gasped loudly, clutching down to his pecs in ecstasy. His hands effortlessly rubbed your clit, stimulating your pussy to juice out more liquid for him to eat, swallow, and devour. The blond never halted his actions, whether he needs to breathe or take a break, he did not stop toying with your pussy till you are at his mercy.

Katsuki groaned, electrifying your pussy in pleasure. He got bolder and deliberately inserted one finger inside your pussy. His eyes rolled back, feeling your soft walls clenching around his fingers. He salivated on how soft your insides felt, his cock harden in delight which almost triggered him to rapture prematurely.

Your body began to lose it’s stance so you collapsed down to his chest. You collapsing This new position exposed your pussy even more, juicing out more liquid to his mouth. The folds became more defined, allowing him to get a better view of your pussy.

“Fuck, doll, your pussy’s enticing,” He licked his lips.

The blond lifted you up by the armpits, placing you directly down his lap. You winced and shiver from exhaustation while this motherfucker grinned cockily. His arms wrapped your waist, pulling you closer. Your tits and his pecs were colliding along with your bare pussy and cock. “You feelin’ aight, sweetheart?” He asked with a grin, holding you closer.

You blushed, looking away from his predatory gaze. The blond only chuckled, grabbing your chin and pulled your face forward while making you face him. “When I ask…” He whispered, pushing your excess hair away from your cheek. “…you answer, doll.”

Your jaw clenched, gulping along the way. “I-I’m feeling a-alright, B-Bakugo-k-kun…”

His mouth lets out a ‘tsk’ sound. “Call me Katsuki. Understand?”

You nodded shyly, “Y-Yes…K-Katsuki…”

He smirked, “Good girl,” He declared, locking lips with yours.

Your mouth gasped, creating an entrance for his tongue to pass by. The dominance he displayed was shown through his tongue. With feral force, he pushed your entire body backward. What’s holding you in place was his huge arms. Your back was leaning heavily onto those arms as he shallowed every sound you make. His mouth flatten around your mouth, toying and completely manipulating every move your tongue does.

Katsuki was kissing you with such passion, you completely forget about the cock in between your bodies. You only mewl loudly when your pussy rubbed against his cock. You felt him smirk against your mouth. He continued kissing you while holding you tightly. Bakugo pulled your lower half closer to his cock, sinking it into the folds of your pussy.

“Keep your eyes on me,” He rasps,

He then guided your hips up and down…up…down…up…down.

Katsuki groaned, face red from excitement and pleasure. He has would grit his teeth and clench his jaw, still guiding your hips by force. His movements gradually went faster. You only gasped loudly as your body bounced from his brutal movements.

Katsuki’s jaw clenches, imagining his cock balls deep inside your exquisite pussy. He would fucking imagine how he would just manhandle you, throwing you around in his house, fucking you in every corner. He imagined every single detail while staring closely at your panting face.

As your body bounces, your hands had no idea where to go. You tried gripping his shoulders, but it ended up bouncing off so your hands traveled down, landing on his knees. You held onto them, allowing your tits to bounce freely. Bakugo only licked his lips at the enthralling sight.

Fucking hell. He imagined your tits bouncing when you ride his cock hard. Bakugo only gripped you tighter, ferociously grinding your hips against his cock.

You can feel an unfamiliar feeling circulating your stomach. “S-Something’s c-coming…!!”

Katsuki’s eyes widen a bit then harden, realizing what’s about to happen. With every sheer force he had left, he managed to stop his movements. His body tingled brutally, with a growl not fucking satisfied the fact that he had to halt his actions. Meanwhile, your eyes watered up, wondering why he had to stop this pleasure.

His jaw clenched, “‘m gonna fuck ya. Ya ready, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes…p-please…” You pleaded, a tear slipped out of your eye.

Katsuki grabbed a condom from the pocket of his back pants. With one hand, he ripped out the condom with the help of his mouth. He spat out the excess plastic on his mouth and began inserting it around his cock. You can only watch him — his cock was perfectly wrapped around the condom, and it somehow turned you on even more.

He laid you down softly, grabbing a nearby pillow and placing it on your lower back. His calloused hands travelled up your thighs, bringing them closer around his waist. Katsuki bent down, immediately locking lips with you. The sounds of kissing echoed the room, giving the love and attentiion needed to your mouth.

“I’m going to enter, doll. Ya ready for me?” He asked softly, caressing your cheek.

“M-Mhm….” Your mouth couldn’t find the right words anymore; this overwhelming feeling was simply too much, and his cock isn’t even invading your insides yet.

He smirked, aligning his cock into your pussy while locking his lips again with yours. His mouth invaded yours as he pushed his cock inside you a bit. You gasped against the kiss, arching your back to relieve some kind of pain. Katsuki panted, feeling his tip breaking in your virgin walls. He did not hesitate to lock lips again, yanking your hips tighter.

You kept thrashing your arms around, clutching onto his chest, shoulders, hair — anything. He continued to slowly enter his cock inside you till he finally entered you half-way. You let out a loud cry, pulling away from the kiss as you panted heavily. Bakugo looked at you with concern, wiping away all your hair out of your face.

“Talk to me, doll. Are you okay? You want to stop?” He asked, trying his best to halt his actions.

“I-Im fine…i-it just hurts…a-are you all i-inside…?” You asked while tearing up.

Katsuki only chuckled, “I’m only half way inside, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen, surprised to know that since you are feeling full already. His length was huge and veiny, your walls can even feel how it twitches inside of you. Your head throws back while your legs shake violently.

What minutes felt like forever. Katsuki did not move the slightlest and waited for you to adjust to his size. He kept whispering words of encouragement, telling you what a good girl you are. His mouth made contact with your forehead, kissing you tenderly.

“Y-You can move…” You stuttered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Are you sure? Because…” He asked, groaning as he felt you clenched around him. “…once I start, I won’t stop.”

“I-It’s okay….I trust you…” You declared.

His body stiffen when he heard those words, pulling his cock away slightly then putting it in slowly. The sensitivity of your body couldn’t take the new feeling, you started to hug Bakugo tightly.

Katsuki positioned his head on your shoulders, nibbling and licking your shoulders to your neck. The slow pace was surprisingly pleasurable to him. He can picture and feel your walls better, almost as if he’s analyzing them.

The pleasure was too much for him, his hand gripped the coffee table beside him and crushed it.

The sound of woods breaking exhilarated something in you. The mere fact that he had to break something because of you just made you moan, causing you to tighten up. Katsuki deliberately bit your shoulder, sensing your walls tighten around him.

The latter began to fasten his movements, gradually feeling the pleasure build up on his body. You only held him tighter, intertwining your fingers on his blond hair. Your mouth panted heavily, the pleasure of his cock moving in and out of you was giving you such a bliss.

You pulled his face away from your shoulder, holding his cheeks. You caressed them with a smile, “I-It’s okay….y-you can go harder…”

“W-What,” His eyes widen.

You continued to smile, “I can take it. You can give it to me,” Your eyes watered in desperation.

Katsuki almost came into the scene in front of him. The moonlight helped define your looks even more. The glow in your orbs illustrated your desperation and need for him. The feel and sight of your sweaty body made him grit his teeth, trying to stop himself from letting his juices out.

Fuck. He couldn’t take it anymore. He straightens his body and grips your hips tighter. With that, he rammed everything in. Your pupils shrunk, choking from the sudden movement.

He threw his head back, face tingling in pleasure. His mouth almost salivated from this ecstasy. Katsuki pulled his cock out to the tip and force his cock inside you again. The latter groaned in delight, eyes twitching as he kept doing this movement.

With the pleasure he’s giving you, your mouth can only leave a scream. Your hands traveled up, trying to find something to grip. Katsuki gripped your hips tighter, holding them up at in angle. His movements increased, rapidly moving his cock in and out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..!” He rasps, his hips stuttering with desire.

Katsuki then shoved your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half. He held your ankles then began assaluting your walls again. The new position chocked you in surprised. You can clearly feel and see his cock. Your mouth cried out, feeling his thick and long cock practically persecuting your pussy.

The ferocious force of his thrusts caused your lower back to hurt, but the pleasure overpowered that pain.

With a loud roar, Bakugo flatten his hips to your pelvic to the point it fucking hurts. He held you tightly, his cock releasing all his juices inside the condom.

Your back arched with a scream, your insides can feel how the condom expand. It expanded inside of you so much, you can feel your stomach getting bloated.

Holy shit. You gripped his shoulders so tightly with a scream. You even began punching him on the shoulders softly from the overwhelming pleasure. Thus, you came hard.

“T-Too much..!!” You cried out, shutting your eyes which made more tears fall out.

“F-Fuck…j-just a little more, sweetheart,” He stuttered, still releasing his semen in the condom.

Few seconds has passed, and Bakugo finally pulled out slowly. You choked, your walls feeling empty without his cock. The mix of your wet juices and creamy substances pools your lower half. The blond tied the condom before throwing it to the side and getting another one.

Your eyes widen, seeing him putting on another condom. You stuttered, “A-Again…?”

“Damn right. Chest by the coffee table and ass up, sweetheart. My cock quenches for your wet juices,” He grinned, combing his hair back which revealed his sweaty forehead.

With shaking legs, you crawled down from the sofa; you had a feeling that your aching lower half can’t handle the weight of standing up. Bakugo whistled, seeing how your ass moved. The latter licked his lips, noticing how plump it looks especially if you arch your back like that.

Bakugo stood up as soon as your tits are pressed against his glass coffee table. He smirked, watching your vulnerable state. Seeing how your legs are barely keeping you up just made you extra irresistible.

He then sat down with his ass practically infront of his cock, and he allowed his fingers to travel down your spine, making you shiver from his sudden contact. “Aww, what’s wrong, doll? Can’t handle this?”

You bit your lower lip, not expecting his sudden mocking attitude. You can feel his fingertips lowering, tracing your spine sensually. Then, his calloused hands groped your ass. You gasped, moving forward a bit from his ruthless grip.

You heard him cursed beneath his breath, his fingers held your ass tighter. He watched as his fingers sunk down the soft flesh of your ass. His eyes darkened, getting amused and aroused by this tension.

“You know, sweetheart…” He suddenly spoke. “…how I usually fuck my night stands are all about rough but quick sex.”

Then, he flatten his palm to your back, travelling up, “But for some reason when it comes to you, I want to see how long you’ll hold till I devour you slowly .” His fingers tangled around the tips of your hair.

You gulped then asked, “W-What do you m-mean..??”

Katsuki chuckled, “It means, doll…” He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it back, lifting you up from the table. “…I want to ravish you till you break, till your legs shake, till your pussy is leaking, till your mouth is sore.”

Your eyes widen, gasping from the pain of your hair being pulled and from his dirty words. Bakugo used his free hand to suffocate your breath. “The previous fuck was just me being nice. Now, I will fuck you till you’re so damn stupid.”

Before you can even respond, he shoved his entire cock inside your pussy. You screamed, attempting to fall down to the coffee table. Katsuki’s hand around your neck prevented you to do so. He lead down, his mouth whispered lowly, “Look at your right side, doll,” He asked you.

You did and you saw the broken wooden edge of the coffee table. “Ya see that? I broke my precious coffee table because of you.”

Bakugo then leaned his hips backward and slowly shoved his cock back inside you. “Your pussy was that good around my cock. My body yearns for more — you and your tempting pussy will satisfy me.”

You only moaned in respond, feeling his pelvis slowly slamming against your ass. Your eyes rolled back from pleasure, watering your eyes along the way. Katsuki held your neck tighter, his mouth letting out small moans against your ear.

He suddenly lets out a growl, pushing you down to the coffee table. He lifted your ass a bit higher then began shoving his cock faster. His tongue licked his upper lip, his hands used the globes of your ass as a tool to shove you back and forth against his cock.

When you clenched, he roared loudly, “Fuck yeah. Give it to me like that. Holy shit,” He babbled, the sweat travelled down his entire body.

Without pulling out, Katsuki lifted your body on the coffee table and laid your body to the side. He leaned a bit forward and pressed down on the side of your waist. You couldn’t move because of his strength allowed him to properly manhandled you.

This new angle caused you to hit the table multiple times due to the overwhelming esctacy.

The blond chuckled, seeing you struggle under him. “Poor baby can’t even take the pleasure anymore. Am I fucking you too stupid, doll?”

You only squirmed, forcing your head to look at him. His teeth gritted in lust, seeing how your face is flushed with redness, eyes all teared up and drool dripping down your mouth. Not to mention, your body was coated with a mix of your sweat and his. This caused your body to shone under the moonlight, which made you even more exquiste for him.

“P-Please….c-can’t..I-I—” Your mouth can’t even form a proper word from all the moaning you’re producing.

The blond smiled — not a sweetly or lustful way; it’s more on a predatory smile. His eyes displayed all the emotions he had felt at the moment.

He was lusting over the fact you became this stupid after a few rounds. He was lusting by the fact that you knew him better than his team mates. He was lusting over your intelligence and observation on his love for mountain climbing. He was lusting everything about you.

— Katsuki Bakugo needed you.

“C-Can’t what, doll?” He mocked your tone, not removing the smile on his face. “Can’t take it anymore, hm?”

Watching you nod so quickly increased his need for you. “That’s too bad, doll…” He pulled all of his cock out.

“You’re going to fucking take it all,” He rammed everything in, instantly hitting a special spot inside you.

Your body arched, feeling your body being electrified as you let out a silent scream.

He laughed rutherlessly, looking down at your fucked up state. The man continued pulling his entire cock out and shoving it in like a feral animal in heat. His hips barbarously pushed forward, making your skin bounce from the impact. Your breasts began to hurt from this painful thrusts — heck, your entire body is already hurting yet it’s still so fucking pleasureable.

Your stomach began to coil a familiar feeling. That’s when you realized that you’re about to come. This new feeling overstimulated your insides more, you placed a hand on Katsuki’s abs and pleaded, “S-Slow d-down..! I’m c-coming..!”

He grinned and then winked at you before rolling his hips to an angle and collided his hips on your ass. You screamed, feeling his cock hitting another milestone inside you.

“You’re in luck, doll. I am close too,” He uttered with a raspy tone.

After a few more thrusts, he came with a roar as you creamed around his cock.

Both of you panted in exhaustion. His hips still stuttered as he expanded the condom with his creamy substance. After a few seconds, he pulled out, oozing out your white essence.

Your nose sniffles from all the cries. His hands extended, reaching for your cheek. “Are you feeling alright? Do you think you can continue?”

Your eyes widen in shock, “C-Continue…?!?”

Katsuki chuckled at your reaction. “I’m not yet satisfied as you can see,” He smirked, and you noticed his cock hardening again.

“Didn’t I tell you?” He grabbed another condom from his back pocket. “I’ll ravish you till I’m satisfied, and I’m not yet close to satisfaction. Ya go for it? No pressure if you say no.”

With your shaking body, you sat down on the coffee table. You used your mouth to rip the plastic off the condom. Katsuki watched you in shock. You removed the plastic from your mouth and grabbed the condom. Katsuki watched as you pushed the condom into his pecs.

You looked away from his face, embarrassed by what you did. “You said you’ll fuck me till I break,” You blushed.

“I’m not yet broken, Katsuki…”

His face shivered in delight, a blush seen on his face while he bit his lower lip in exhilaration.

“Tits on the glass window. I want my window tainted by your sweat, doll.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩.

[de4dlyniightshade]

I’d really just like to request your most feral Spencer Reid headcanons. SFW, NSFW, raunchy, tame - whatever. Just your like “I will fight anyone who disagrees, they are fact” type headcanons.

(Because I reread all your headcanons and love every single one)

I BEEN WAITING ON SOMEONE ASKING THIS! i've also just been meaning to make a hc post.

i was gonna split them into nsfw and sfw but they just ended up all mixed together 0-0

submissive and breedable spencer truther til i fucking die i'll get him pregnant don't play with me.

loves messy kisses like spit running down his chin, tongues down each others throat, desperately gripping at each other type of kisses.

maybe just me projecting and taking what mgg said as gospel truth but i fully believe that spencer loves a curvy woman, not even just for sexual reasons he also loves to rest his head on a nice big pair of boobs or thighs.

speaking of, boob guy! shamefully, but still a boob guy! adores groping your boobs whenever he can and would have your boob in his mouth 24/7 if he could, has literally fallen asleep with his head under your shirt and your nipple in his mouth.

munch! like the biggest munch ever, loves nothing more than coming home from a long day and burying his face between your thighs or having you ride his face.

knows full well that toys are his teammate and not his competitors and has no insecurities about you using toys on yourself or owning any.

does not care how well groomed you are, if you asked him what he preferred he'd be like??? it's literally none of my business???

needs lots of reassurance during sex, he just likes to know that he's doing good and making you feel good throughout the whole thing.

doesn't like talking about his sex life, especially with derek, no matter how hard he pressed and pries spencer wont let anything but the bare minimum out.

i imagine he's more drawn to a commanding woman, someone who will take the lead and teach him because of his inexperience and finds that he actually loves being dominated and hardly has any desire to dominate you.

really vocal! even though i've already said it like twice he just is, i can feel it in my bones, he's just such a whiny little baby and can't help but moan loudly any time you're touching him.

is completely against the idea of road head until you do it while you're on a long drive and it both changes his life and almost ends it bcs he swerved into the other lane which was luckily empty.

still gets shy when you kiss him in front even the team even years down the line.

learns to cook so he can make you breakfast whenever you're staying at his apartment.

on the same lines, lovesss morning sex, just that feeling of not wanting to get out your warm bed into the cold air, savouring the warmth in the best way possible.

had no idea what queefing was real until it happened and he was like genuinely so fascinated rather than disgusted.

i feel like spencer would own a bird for sure, not just bcs of gideon but he did help him realise how cool birds are which made him get one, probably a cockatiel or parrotlet with some silly name like dave.

all bark, no bite. likes to act a big game in front of others but the second you're alone he's begging and calling you mommy.

loves nothing more than waking up before you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before carefully and quietly getting out of bed to make you breakfast with the intention of bringing it to you but when you wake up before him and sneak up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist he can't help but melt.

very open to experimenting further down the line, anything you want to try he'll try at least once, except for blindfolds on himself, would be completely open to blindfolding you though.

loves public touching, not outright sex but he'd love when you subtly brush your hand over his crotch or take a handful of his ass in a public place.

teaches you how to knit and cries when you actually make him something like a sweater or even just a hat bcs he realises that's why you wanted to learn in the first place.

can't ride a bike.(this is definitely me projecting bcs i can't but i just feel like he can't okay)

lana enjoyer!!! especially if you are, he just wants to understand all the things you love and if you love lana so does he, he'd love to hear you ramble about your favourite songs and would take note of them and listen to them asap and tell you he loves them even if he didn't like some that much bcs he loves how happy it makes you.

wouldn't want to introduce you to his mother too soon but if you ended up meeting her by chance he'd be sweating buckets in case you didn't get along but you two just bond over your adoration for him and he's just so happy about it.

probably took a while to warm up to physical touch in the beginning bcs of his germophobia but when he finally does he regrets not doing it sooner.

washes his hands every single time before touching you sexually, not even for his benefit, he just wants to be as safe as possible with you.

loves elvis and almost proposes on the spot when you offer to dance with him to can't help falling in love, secretly sheds a few tears while you waltz around his apartment in your pyjamas.

okay i've definitely left stuff out that i've thought of but this is long asf so i'll leave it there😭

[adaelines]

okokok so basically

thinking ab slapping könig’s dick :( and jus being soso mean! spitting on him and not letting him cum bc he hasn’t quite earned it yet :( and telling him how fucking disgusting he is for getting so worked up already! i wanna make him cry

sorry this is short but PLEASE request more like this i love making boys cry!!!!! sub konig, cock slaps, you call him pup once, hes just a whiny mess!!

König was always such a sweet boy beneath you.

Almost too sweet, with his sugary words and praises, as if you weren't currently denying his release for the umpteenth time today, after not being allowed to finish for the last week. 

It made you want to break him, to leave him a whiny mess who couldn't think of anything but you, to take every begging word with pleasure and leave him instead begging you to stop. 

Having just got back from time away from you, it was simple logic that he'd end up lay on your bed, the bottom of his legs hitting the floor with how long he was, how big in comparison to you. It didn't matter though, not when you were sitting on the lower half of his thighs, holding him in place. 

"Sweet boy," voice almost a purr, low and seductive as you held his cock in your hand, "Tell me what you want, hm? Be good for me."

It was almost too much for him, your sickly sweet voice and hand on him, his hips bucking up into your touch, body tense. 

"Can't think," König's voice was whiny, dripping with wanton lust and need, only growing when he continued begging, "You. Just need y-OU!" 

With a click of your tongue, it was quick work bringing the hand that was holding his cock back, landing a swift strike that lead to the crack in his voice, how his pitch raised so much.

"Not good enough," Your voice was firm, almost mocking, and the snarl on your face matched, "I asked you a question, pup, I expect an answer."

König whined loudly once more, throwing his head back against the bed, back arched, hips jerking forward. It was depraved, just how much he got off on you hurting him, how any of your touch, no matter good or bad, was considered a blessing in his eyes. 

Please, he begged, over and over again, even as you scoffed, bringing your hand down in a harsh smack once more. 

"You're so perverted, you know that?" Your voice was mocking, the grin on your face betrayed just how much you enjoyed this really, how much you also got off on seeing him this desperate, "What a perv, honestly! Do you get this hard out on the field, or is it not enough when it's not on your cock? Does everyone get to see how debauched you actually are, sweetheart?"

The sob he let out was loud, the whine that followed broken. His face, uncovered in the privacy of your room, was covered in his tears, his drool. He looked like a mess. It was exactly as you liked him, honestly. He was so big, others would see him as so threatening, someone who dominated any space he was in even when he didn't want to, it was incredible to see him like this. See him so small, so broken down to his base senses. 

"How many times did you get hard whilst you were away, huh? How many nights did you stay awake thinking of me?" Your voice once again a purr, a low promise, "That's how many times I'll slap your cock, how many times I'll deny you before I let you cum. So let's start again, pretty boy, and answer my question properly this time."

[grapenehifics]

Prisoner 224

I really loved writing Out of Sync for @fulcrum843's @topwan-obikin fest prompt, but fully intended it to be a one-shot until @somethingsteff started feeding me ideas and, well, I'm limited on free time right now so this is still only a ficlet but I couldn't help myself.

If you don't know the fic, the Council finds out about Obi-Wan and Anakin's relationship and they quit the Order. Anakin punches Palpatine when he insults Obi-Wan and gets sent to jail, and Obi-Wan hurries to hit the Chancellor as well so they can stay together. This also fulfills @ficwip's Hey Sweetheart challenge!

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“Where are we going?” Anakin demanded. His hands were bound at the wrists in front of him, which didn’t make him look very threatening, but he gave his best glare to the backs of the heads of the troopers escorting him down the hall anyway.

Neither the troopers ahead of him nor the two at his back answered him. Their little group just kept marching along.

“I demand to know where you’re taking me,” Anakin tried, not pausing in his forward march but flexing his fingertips in preparation. He didn’t want to use the Force against them – besides the fact that they were probably just acting on orders from someone higher up the prison management chain of command, he was also pretty sure even something mild like knocking four guards out for a few hours would get his sentence extended and that was the opposite of what he wanted considering Obi-Wan was already slated to get out weeks before he did – but he also was not planning on taking a move to another cell block without putting up some sort of a fight.

He and Obi-Wan were kept apart for most of the day – Anakin in his cell and Obi-Wan in his – but because they were part of the same cell block, they were allowed to take both their exercise hour and their meal break together, Anakin holding Obi-Wan’s hand clasped in his as they jogged around the exercise track in their prison-issued tracksuits and rubbing elbows as they sat side-by-side with their dinner trays (and this only because they’d been told off for trying to sit on each other’s laps instead). But it was still a far sight better than not getting to see him at all, and Anakin hadn’t even done anything wrong (lately) and so really didn’t deserve to be punished like this.

“I want to go back to my cell,” he said.

“One of my batchmates is serving under Commander Cody in the 212th,” the trooper behind Anakin on his right said through his helmet vocoder. “CT-3812.”

“Sure. Punch, right?” Anakin said easily. “Yeah, I know him. But what has that got to do with anything?”

“That’s him,” the trooper agreed. None of the prison guards had ever told Anakin their names, just their badge numbers, although not for lack of asking. This one was one of the supervisors. Some of the younger guys were so green they had five-digit designations. “He’s met General Kenobi a few times.”

“Cool. So have I,” Anakin nearly growled. “That’s who I’m trying to get back to. So if you could just put me back in my cell, that’d be great. Or at least tell me what I’ve done.”

“Punch tells me he’s a real stand-up guy,” the trooper continued, as if Anakin hadn’t spoken. “Always makes sure his men have enough to eat. Doesn’t take unnecessary risks. That sort of thing.”

They rounded a corner. Anakin was starting to get desperate. “Just tell me where we’re going,” he practically begged. “I can call in a couple of favors and get myself reassigned back to Obi-Wan’s floor”-

“Punch also said,” the trooper on Anakin’s right said, so loudly he was almost shouting in Anakin’s ear, “that one time you and your troops joined up with their battalion, you threw yourself in front of a blazer bomb. Saved the lives of fifteen men.”

Anakin had done that enough times that that didn’t really narrow it down for him. “Which campaign?” he asked, but the trooper ignored him yet again, which seemed rude, considering he’d started the conversation in the first place.

A commlink chirped – Anakin instinctively looked to his own belt before remembering he didn’t wear one anymore – and one of the troopers at the front of their procession answered it.

“We’re ready for you, Sergeant,” the voice on the other end said.

“Copy,” the man said, replacing the device on his belt.

“Well, I’m not ready,” Anakin said, and he stopped walking. The troopers at his back nearly ran into him. “I’m not going any further without an explanation. If you can’t give me that, then you can just put me back in my cell, because” –

“We do regular maintenance, on all the cells,” one of the troopers injected, talking over the tail end of Anakin’s sentence. “Routine cleaning, things like that. Check that the water pipes are functioning properly, do a little light dusting…”

“I don’t care if my cell is clean or not,” Anakin hissed. “You can skip mine for the next five months if you want. Or let me do it myself. Is that the problem? Just give me the tools and leave me alone. If you’re worried I’m going to break out, I promise I won’t. As long as you’ve got Obi-Wan here I’m, like, the opposite of a flight risk.”

“It might take, say, three hours to finish the whole floor, wouldn’t you say?” the trooper on Anakin’s left asked the trooper on Anakin’s right.

“Maybe as many as four,” he responded.

“And we do these sorts of rounds every other week,” the first one continued.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Anakin demanded.

“If you’d just wait right in here, Prisoner 224,” the trooper who was friends with Punch said, and nudged Anakin in the back with the butt of his rifle.

“I told you; I’m not going. And you’re bluffing. You won’t shoot me.”

“That’s true,” the trooper admitted. “I’m not. What I am going to do is count to thirty, and by the time I get to the end, you’re going to decide to go, all on your own.”

“Ha,” Anakin said. “Like hell I am. What on earth do you think would make me” –

“Here we are, sir,” another of the troopers said, and he punched the button to release the door guard in front of one of the cells. He was wearing a bucket, but he somehow seemed to be able to stare straight into Anakin’s eyes anyway. “Four hours, every other week,” he repeated slowly, enunciating very clearly.

“I don’t care how clean it is,” Anakin insisted, just as he was very unceremoniously shoved forward into the new cell he absolutely did not want to be in –

“Oh. Hello, sweetheart,” Obi-Wan said, sitting up from where he’d been lying on his back across his bunk, his arms crossed behind his head. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“What” – Anakin stammered as the door guard slammed down behind him, locking him in. Locking him into Obi-Wan’s cell. With Obi-Wan.

Anakin opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it again. The binders around his wrists unlocked and fell to the floor with a clatter. “Send Punch my regards,” he said, without turning his head. He and Obi-Wan hadn’t stopped staring into one another’s eyes from the moment they’d faced one another. Obi-Wan grinned. Anakin grinned back.

“Will do, sir,” his friend said jovially, but Anakin missed hearing him as he launched himself at Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan, laughing, caught him and lowered him down onto his bunk.

“Did I just hear you say something about four hours?” Obi-Wan asked mischievously, one eyebrow raising into a verbal question mark.

“Shut up and kiss me,” Anakin said, and Obi-Wan did.

[serafiel-jacobs]

Wasn’t him (Fanfic)

One shot 💛

Venigni had given Pinocchio the message, the boy was listening in front of him, then Pinocchio gasped, looking uncomfortable.

“Tell me what, or rather who caused the frenzy?!” This is it, Venigni knows that all his hard work has found its answer.

“I… couldn’t hear” Pinocchio lied.

Maybe if Pinocchio had reacted differently, Venigni would have believed that lie.

“I heard you gasping!” Venigni desperately wanted answers, “Surely you must have heard something, anything, right?!”

“No” Pinocchio lied again, taking a few steps back as Venigni had never shouted at him.

Venigni apologized, and then he immersed himself in his thoughts. This doesn’t make any sense! Then end, he couldn’t hear the end, but the message was loud and clear, someone is in fact controlling them. But who? Why would Pinocchio lie about not knowing? He has no reason to do so, it’s not as if is protecting anyone who-

“Pinocchio…” Venigni had a serious tone, “Did Geppetto cause the frenzy?”

“Uhhh no” Pinocchio lied again, each time sounding less convincing.

“Tell me the truth!” Venigni pleaded with him, “I promise, I am not mad (he is) I just want to know if your father truly did such thing”

And the better question would be why he did it.

“Nuh-uh”

There was a pause, Pinocchio breathing in a sigh of relief, he turned around to leave when Venigni shouted at him again.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NUH-UH?!” Venigni was baffled, why isn’t he taking this seriously?!

Pinocchio turned around, knowing that leaving was not an option until Venigni calmed down.

“I will ask again” Venigni was at his limit, “Did Geppetto do this?”

“It wasn’t him,” Pinocchio said casually.

Venigni took a deep breath, “Then who did it?”

“I don’t know” Pinocchio shrugged off the question.

“But then why did you gasp when you heard the recording?” He kept on interrogating him, Venigni would not back down.

“Did I do that?” Pinocchio had an idea, “I mean, I’m new to this breathing thing, sometimes I make weird sounds”

For a moment Venigni started to doubt himself, did Pinocchio truly not hear anything? No, his face also seemed in shock.

“Pinocchio please, please don’t lie to me” Venigni was about to fall to his knees, begging him for a real answer, he felt responsible for this disaster in the first place.

“I’m not” Pinocchio stayed calm, but inside he was smiling, he was doing it right! He remembers that conversation he had with his father a while back…

——

Pinocchio had told his father about the encounter with the stalker on his way to the cathedral, who would only let him pass if he was a stalker.

Pinocchio had gotten nervous because his springs started to sound loudly, but in the end, she said that she must be imagining things and she let him pass after he showed the stalker's promise.

He was feeling extremely guilty about it, he tries not to lie, because his father told him that it was better to tell the truth.

“I know I told you to be a good boy and always tell the truth” Geppetto sighed, “However, sometimes things like this happen, you were only trying to avoid future danger”

Pinocchio felt reassured that his father wasn’t mad, however, he was worried about his loud springs, this was the second time someone heard them and wanted to fight him. The first was that one stalker inside the factory, who he unfortunately had to kill. It’s not as if he can control how loud they are, so he is at a loss on what to do.

“I see” Geppetto started to think about it, he is very precious to him, and to lose him over something like this would be horrible “Lie only if you have no choice, remember to always be a good boy to me”

“But…” Pinocchio looked at the floor, “What if they hear my springs again and don’t believe me?”

“Well, lie to them again”

Huh, why didn't he never think about lying more than once?

“Look son,” Geppetto told Pinocchio to sit down, “Let me explain it to you”

“You have to look at them in the eyes, and be convincing”

“How convincing?” Pinocchio tilted his head curiously.

“It doesn’t matter how many times they say they hear your springs, you tell that’s not the case”

“Just like that?” Pinocchio had more questions, “But-"

Geppetto interrupted him, “You stay calm, then you start to act concerned because they keep insisting the same thing, then if they bring out something you did previously, lie about that too, that never happened”

“Does that really work?” Pinocchio looked amazed at the concept.

“Of course, it works son” Geppetto gives him a smile.

Wow, his father must have been in a lot of danger if he knows how to lie like that.

“Don’t be aggressive or act defensively, rather act confused, or act as if whatever they are talking about isn’t a big deal” Geppetto gave him a few examples so he could get a better idea, “You never admit to anything, you deny everything”

He explains how it’s better to change the subject, you can also make them think they are overreacting if the situation calls for it.

“Remember, only do this if absolutely necessary” Geppetto’s voice was stern, “You have to be my good boy, you can’t lie unless someone is in danger”

Pinocchio stood up to leave, he was glad to have had this talk with his father; his father stood up as well. Unfortunately, Pinocchio suddenly had a thought that he accidentally said out loud.

“What? Of course not!” Geppetto realized he was shouting, so he took a deep breath to calm himself, “You are my son, I would never lie to you”

For a moment, Pinocchio seemed doubtful, until his father hugged him, giving him a warm smile.

That did the trick, Pinocchio was delighted at his father showing him affection. A lot of affection, his father even played with his hair and kissed his forehead before leaving. Erasing all doubts in Pinocchio’s mind about his kind father being capable of lying to him.

—-

“Um,” Pinocchio was staring into Venigni’s eyes, “I don’t know what to say, I truly didn’t hear anything…”

Venigni feels as if he is going insane, Pinocchio KNOWS the truth; he saw his expression, and he saw his terrible lying at first.

“Look, Pinocchio so much is at stake here, I can’t-”

Pinocchio interrupted Venigni, “Yeah, outside is um, awful stuff is happening there so I should go back and keep on fighting the alchemists”

“The alchemists aren’t the issue here, we are talking about the frenzy”

“What about the frenzy?” Yes! Yes! He sounded so sure of himself, father will be proud once he finds him.

Although Mr. Venigni is right, why did his father cause the frenzy? He… must have had a good reason, Pinocchio trusts his father.

“We were talking about who did it, remember, I gave you the message” Vegni showed Pinocchio the device that held the recording.

“What message?” Pinocchio titled his head curiously, this time he did it on purpose, unlike the rest where it sort of happens naturally for him.

Venigni fell silent, did he not give him the message? Did he start making assumptions because he got too excited about showing his findings? Wouldn’t be the first time he did something like that.

He handed it to Pinocchio again to listen, so he listened and didn’t react at all when it finished.

“I couldn’t hear anything” Pinocchio looked disappointed that he couldn’t help.

Venigni stayed quiet again, Pinocchio celebrating his victory, until Venigni started walking away from him, so he asked where he was going.

“Upstairs” Venigni was done, “To see that painting”

No no no! Pinocchio grabbed Venigni to stop him in a panic.

“If you aren’t lying why are you trying to stop me?!” Venigni snapped, losing all of his composure, he was trying to make Pinocchio get off him.

“I-um, I…” Pinocchio was nervous so his springs were sounding all across the halls of Hotel Krat, the others now looking at the scene unfolding.

“Why are you being so mean to me?!” Pinocchio shouted.

“What?” Venigni stopped, “What do you mean?

“I was trying to help and then you yelled and me and, and-“ Pinocchio focused all his strength, silently dislocating his legion arm as to shed a few tears, “I miss my father, I just want to leave and see him again!”

Venigni began to feel extremely guilty, he can’t believe he was being so hard on Pinocchio; his quest to find the truth was starting to affect him. He had no reason to act that way, Pinocchio has always helped him and the others, and he has no reason to lie. So he apologized over and over again for his behavior.

Pinocchio said that it was okay, and gave him a big warm hug. All was forgiven, for now, he needed to return outside.

When Pinocchio was out of there, he re-adjusted his legion arm, then he grabbed Gemini’s cage, looking directly at the little cricket inside.

“I did it Gemini! I did it!” Pinocchio was smiling, beaming with joy, “I did it how my father taught me!”

Gemini felt shivers going through his tiny spine, “Yeah pal, you did it just like he taught you, congrats”

As they kept going, Gemini had a lot of thoughts in his mind, mainly Pinocchio. Those thoughts intensified when they were facing once more against the Black Rabbit Brotherhood, then confronting the fake Alidoro.

“I know what you are” The stalker was taunting Pinocchio, “You are Geppetto’s puppet aren’t you?”

He sure is, Gemini has heard everyone make so many claims about Pinocchio during this misadventure they are sharing, Pinocchio is his best friend. Everyone questions what Geppetto created but Gemini knows the answer.

“I’m not” Pinocchio had a twisted smile as he pulled out his weapon and mercilessly killed the fake Alidoro.

He created a monster.

[blackswan446]

CORRUPTED || thirteen.

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✩✩✩

the music blaring in the large house vibrated the walls. the heat in the room from all the people contrasted with the harsh cold of outside, as snow fell from the sky and coated the ground in a light coating of white. the dim mood lighting did nothing to conceal the sea of people in the rooms, some screaming to people across the room, others standing in the corner with their own group. hoseok, who was clutching a plastic cup with whatever potent drink the host had conjured up, was somewhere in the middle of these two groups.

he spend his time drifting through the crowd, shoving through the crowd of people, moving between the kitchen and the living room. to others, he probably just looked drunk and dazed, but he knew what he was doing. the reason for his movement and ignorance of everybody else, was because he was looking for you.

earlier in the day, he had received an invitation from somebody at school to go to a house party, hosted by some rich hotshot. hoseok wasn't exactly a huge partygoer, with most of his evenings being spent with you or at home with his family. but he figured it could be good, to get his mind off the emotions that were paining him every agonizing second he was conscious. besides, it was walking distance to his house, so why not?

of course, he just felt wrong going without telling you. he knew that, in actuality, there was nothing wrong with not sharing his whereabouts with you 24/7, but there's a difference between knowing and feeling. so he told you, and begged you to come along. all you said is that it sounded fun and you might go, but you were also tired. you told him to go ahead, to not wait for you, and that you'd let him know if you were showing up.

that was hours ago. you still hadn't showed up, which wasn't really an issue if you were looking at the big picture. you decided to stay in that night, who cares?

at least, that's what hoseok tried to tell himself.

he knew there was nothing technically suspicious about the situation, but no matter how many times he tried to tell himself that, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was very, very, wrong.

making it back to the side door in the kitchen after going to check the front entrance again, as well as scanning the crowd as he passed and sending you dozens of texts, hoseok decided he couldn't ignore the feeling of impending doom growing in his stomach. something was wrong.

looking around the party, looking at the hoards of trashed college students, he tried to find anyone that could possibly help him find out something. all he saw were people who he didn't know, and people that were not going to be helpful. the anxiety was starting to make its way from his brain into his bloodstream, infecting his entire body as he desperately searched the crowd.

finally, his eyes landed on someone who could be of use. kim namjoon.

he was yoongi's best friend, an athlete who somehow had time to balance sports with his schoolwork, and stay in high-level classes. he had never really talked to the tall male before, outside of school-related interactions. admittedly, hoseok was a little intimidated by him, as he looked like he could beat the ever living shit out of anyone who crossed him. but now, he pushed those worries aside to make room for the problem at hand.

namjoon, who had his back facing hoseok, was busy talking with a group of swooning girls. hoseok approached him from behind, getting his attention by tapping his shoulder with back of his hand. namjoon, who was clearly sloshed from the mystery drink that was being served out of the sink, spun around clumsily. "hey, what's up man?!" he said loudly, holding out his hand to shake hoseok's.

"listen, man, where's yoongi tonight? is he here?" hoseok asked, ignoring the male's friendly handshake. namjoon squinted his eyes thoughtfully, as if he was trying to make out something through thick fog. suddenly, he had a lightbulb moment and widened his eyes. "i remember! he's with that girlfriend he has, what's her name again?" he slurred, sputtering out variations of your name that were close enough to guess.

hoseok clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes. "oh, alright." he said, his hand tightening around his plastic cup. namjoon nodded contentedly. "yeah, man, i wonder where they'll end up. they have such a beautiful love story, oh god, it's so cute." he mumbled, going to walk away. hoseok snapped his head back up at namjoon, angry eyes meeting the athlete's own shaky ones.

"what did you say?" he gritted, grasping his bicep. namjoon, who was just confused, was muttering gibberish. "namjoon. about yoongi and his girlfriend. what do you mean you 'wonder where they'll end up?'" he asked, voice low and serious. a look of realization came over the drunk male's face. "ohh, that. yeah, sorry man, they're running away together."

in that moment, hoseok, who had been an anxious mess for weeks, so scared to slip up, to personify evil, to give into the darkness, changed.

nothing else mattered anymore. it didn't matter what anyone thought, what people said, even his own beliefs, the same ones he had found so much comfort in, meant nothing.

and that's when hoseok, a man of morals, trust, and strength,

broke.

hoseok, his knuckles white from the grip he had on namjoon's arm, spoke again, more serious than he had ever spoken in his whole life. if looks could kill, namjoon would be long gone. "namjoon," he said, in the calmest voice he could muster, "i need you to tell me everything; where they are, where they're going, and when they're leaving."

namjoon winced at the pain in his arm and continued spitting out the truth. "i think they're at her house? or maybe his..." he stuttered. hoseok shook his arm and gripped it tighter, causing him to reel in drunken pain. "her house! they're at her house. i don't know where they're going man, but yoongi texted at 10:30, saying they were leaving in like...an hour? i don't know, now let go of my arm, bro, it hurts!" he said, yanking his arm out of hoseok's hand and giving him a weird look.

it didn't bother him, not in the slightest. he didn't need to hear more information anyway, he had everything he needed. glancing down at his watch, he read the time.

10:44

discarding the now broken plastic cup and all its contents on the ground, he pushed and shoved ruthlessly through the mobs of people, not hesitating to slam them into walls or tables. he slammed the door to the house and took off sprinting in the direction of his own home, the snow and bite of the air not phasing him in the least.

this was the first time in so long that he didn't feel scared, or anxious, or angry. instead, he felt a weird sense of relief, and a newfound confidence in himself. it didn't matter that his confidence was dark and twisted, it freed him from the prison his own emotions had locked him into, and if anything...

he was grateful for it.

✩✩✩

mars stood out like a black sheep against the deep, dark, night sky. hoseok, who had ran home, was now equipped with a shiny steel gun, and he held it close to him, not bothering to conceal the weapon. he checked the time on his watch again, squinting to see the thin hands and the numbers they pointed to.

11:02

there was still time, he knew there was, yet he still increased his pace from a brisk walk to a light jog, leaving clear footprints in the ever-growing layer of snow on the ground. the snowflakes, now large and heavy, stuck to his hair and covered his shirt. any other person would be bothered by this cold, they would rush back inside their houses and slam the door shut, feeling borderline offended by the low temperature.

but for some odd reason, hoseok didn't feel like that. he didn't shiver under the whip of the wind, or shake as he felt the cold snow touch his skin. the thrill and electricity of his new confidence warmed the blood that ran through his veins. his heart was pumping rapidly, but not out of fear or unease. no, he felt just fine, maybe even...a little excited.

the high of confidence and pride he was surfing on suddenly came crashing down, when he turned onto your street and saw the sight that made his excitement morph into pure rage.

you and yoongi, walking out of your house, about to get into his car.

abandoning his slow jog for a full on run, he did nothing to try and mask the sounds of his heavy footsteps on the pavement below. the snow crunched beneath him with a muffled, gritty noise and they did anything but hide his presence. yoongi, who was the first to whip around at the odd sound, had a look of disgust and anger wash over his face. you, on the other hand, looked shocked and guilty, like you felt bad for him.

"what the fuck is your problem?" he said, forcefully pushing back on hoseok's shoulders as he approached him. hoseok ignored the question for a moment, instead opting to take hold of your wrist and push you behind him, like a parent shielding their child from danger. you tried to resist, but ended up tripping and landing in the snow, frozen in shock and fear.

"my problem? you're the one dragging a girl away from everything she knows because of your own insecurities. i think you're the one with a problem." he gritted, not hesitating to push him back, and hard. you looked up, watching the two men fight, when something glinted in hoseok's hand that made you yell out in terror.

hoseok whipped around and saw you staring at the weapon in his hand, and slowly turned back to yoongi, who had also taken notice of the firearm in the male's hand. "says the one who shows up unannounced with a gun. do you even know how to use that thing?" he mocked, scoffing at the ridiculousness of this situation.

hoseok finally snapped, clenching his fist and throwing it at yoongi's face, eliciting a panicked cry from you. my no means was it a weak punch, either. yoongi stumbled backwards and was able to catch his balance, lip now oozing blood as he stared at hoseok with narrowed eyes. "that's how you want to settle this? by a fight? i knew you didn't know how to use the gun, you fucking pussy." he said, laughing wryly, "now go on home to your mommy and daddy, alright?" he finished, wiping the trail of blood that stained his face.

hoseok scoffed at his insult. "you wish you could go home to mommy and daddy, don't you, yoongi? but you can't, cause they're alcoholic pieces of shit who barely remember they have a son." he said coldly, poison dripping from his words. yoongi froze, and rolled his eyes, unsure of what to say. "now you're at a loss for words? looks like you're the real pussy here. maybe you should think before you make fun of somebody that actually has parents, you fucking orphan." hoseok spat.

yoongi, with his breath rattling, reached his arm backwards and swung at hoseok. "shut your fucking mouth!" he screamed, yelling a stream of swears and obscenities as hoseok caught his fist before it made contact with his face. hoseok slowly drew the gun in his hand upwards, pointing it at his chest, yoongi only being able to watch in fear.

"hoseok, no! please, don't-" you cried, tears running down your face as you shivered in the snow. he only ignored you, looking into yoongi's eyes with a piercing gaze as more blood dribbled from his lip. yoongi, staying strong, only laughed again. "even if you did know how to use that, you wouldn't. you're too scared, isn't that right? you don't have the guts." he taunted, a smug smile forming on his bloody lips.

"what makes you think that?" hoseok said lowly, pushing the gun further into the male's chest. yoongi snickered, amused at his weak comeback. "because, isn't that why you're here now? because you're scared? scared that your poor, sweet, best friend is going to run away with her prince charming, and forget all about you?" he said, "so you ran home and grabbed daddy's gun, desperate to be her knight in shining armor, and save her from her big bad boyfriend and live happily ever after?" he said, the ruthlessness in his voice hitting hoseok like a thousand knives.

yoongi didn't stop there. "you've been a problem all along. you were always just there. standing on the sidelines, watching. were you jealous, hoseok? did it make you mad to see your sweet girl, the one who you wanted all to yourself, go off with another man? maybe it made you insecure, angry, even?" yoongi ended his sentence and was swiftly met with another punch to the side of his face, causing more warm blood to trickle from the other corner of his lips.

hoseok sighed calmly. "it's time to say goodbye, yoongi. do you have anything else to say?"

you screamed at his words, finally pulling yourself up from the freezing snow and grabbing hoseok's arm, desperately trying to pull him away. "hoseok, no! please, please, don't hurt him." you wailed, tears pouring from your eyes. your heart was beating like a drum, so fast you thought it was going to give out.

"i promise, [n/n], it's for the best. you'll thank me later."

yoongi nodded. "yeah, i do have something else to say."

hoseok turned back and raised his eyebrows, prompting him to speak. "when are you finally going to accept, that she doesn't love you?" he said sharply. the words went directly to his heart, shards of glass stabbing it over and over until there was nothing left. he took a deep breath, the click of the gun piercing the hanging silence. yoongi gave one more icy laugh, seeing hoseok's silence as defeat. "come on now, shoot me. you said you would." he mocked, "do it. i want you to. i want to see you try and kill m-"

first a bang, then nothing.

like a shockwave amongst the silence.

you shrieked, falling to your knees as your hand clasped over your mouth. hoseok stood there, watching as yoongi collapsed to the ground with a thud. dark crimson blood was pouring from the gaping wound in his chest, staining the crisp white snow that sat on the sidewalk.

"no!" you shrilled, your breath catching in your throat as you sobbed. you crawled over to yoongi's near lifeless body. his shallow breaths and weak heartbeat told you that he was still alive, but that his consciousness was long gone. you knew, he definitely wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. through your grief, you felt a strange sense of deja vu. the red snow and your tears reminded you of something that you had seen before, perhaps in a dream...

hoseok stared at the scene, you holding yoongi's clammy hand in your own as you sobbed over him. the only thing that pulled at his heart strings was you, seeing you so distraught as the blood was soaked into your clothes and smeared all over your hands and body, he couldn't help but feel your hurt as his own. of course, he didn't feel one ounce of remorse or guilt for yoongi. in his eyes, the bastard deserved it. all he was, was a problem that had to be dealt with.

hoseok stared at the gun in his hand, and, saying nothing, knew exactly what needed to be done now. raising the handle of the gun in the air, he brought it down forcefully, smacking the side of your head with it. you folded to the ground, head landing right on yoongi's shoulder.

hoseok didn't say anything, instead, he knelt down next to you. collecting the car keys from yoongi's coat pocket and unlocking the vehicle, he picked you up gingerly. he carefully loaded you into the back, laying you down across the seats and shutting the door. taking one last revolted look at the gory sight of yoongi's dead body, he got into the driver's seat, started the car, and took off down the road.

✩✩✩ 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃

[mynameisnotsoda]

My Whoop SMP live summary/reaction

I was really high when I wrote this while watching the VOD I write SOO weirdly 💔💔

But I really like this smp so I wanna dump this here I REALLY hope it's not gonna end up like origins,, or free trial,, or origins,,, plus I could actually keep on track unlike with QSMP which has gone on so long I don't even want to try and catch up bc autism says it's too much 💪💪 anyway enough yapping it's under the cut

In order of how it happened!!!

-schlatt constantly reading out his gifters

-tommy asking Tubbo to live together in the most dismissive way possible even though Tubbo could tell what he was really asking

-tommy finding a raccoon then it immediately dying, giving him trauma, and him having to talk to Tubbo about it who also witnessed it

-november 9th ??? Tommy was drunk ??? Tubbo forgave him?? Tf happened

-schlatt is the ONLY duck seller in town and he will shoot any duck that isn't in his property

-becky and tommy desperately tell schlatt they didn't see any ducks around

-tubbo telling Tommy to shut the fuck up after playing with the glockenspiel he made for himself

-charlie finally arrives !!! And he has a song for tommy and it's just him saying “Tommyinnit” to the tune of hot cross buns

-charlie keeps calling Tommy Tungo ???

-tommy shows Charlie this funny image of a doctor center thing that specializes in whoop and Charlie starts going ballistic

-WHOOP WHOOP THATS THE SOUND OF THE POLICE WHOOP WHOOP

-tommy is starting a pharmacy and said something about medical malpractice??? (OMG IS THAT A DR MALPRACTICE REFERENCE??!?!!1!??!?1?!)

-tommy claims his store cures EVERYTHING

-jack agrees to be Tommy's business partner as they're throwing out names of magical items saying they'll cure everything

-jack pulls out a rope from the chest and loudly exclaims “WHAT DOES A ROPE DO??” while Tommy stays dead silent as if the answers obvious and Jack still doesn't get it

-jack and Tommy are working on the pharmacy and Tommy tells Jack how much he has to restrain himself from “blowing his brains out”

-”we have to do this on undisputed land before governments begin, I know how this kind of thing goes” KILLING MYSELF

-TOMMY FUCKED A BIRD ??????? (ALLEGEDLY NOT CANON)

-tubbo started making machines

-tommy stealing beckys herbs while Jack distracts her by doing backflips and screaming in agony

-tommy visits Schlatt and the ducks are everywhere, Schlatt begs for Tommy's help

-schlatt exclaims that he “feels weird” and starts doing backflips

-tommy helps Schlatt round up all the ducks

-they name the place Duck City

-tommy says he heard that it was Charlie and Tubbo from the grapevine

-”hey remember L'manburg wasn't that funny?” “Yeah it was nice 🥲 it had less ducks 🫤”

-tommy died in the ocean and almost lost all his stuff. But he got it back and there was a whale, he's terrified of whales

-tommy finds his way back to everyone else, tubbo says hes sick, Tommy goes through the list of things he can cure Tubbo of and he says “just one”

-chunky chunky.

-tommy tries so desperately to make the aether portal (while someone plays megalovania on the glockenspiel??)

-tubbo pushed Tommy out of heaven (aether)

-tommy tried pushing Tubbo off and he exploded

-charlie dapped up Tommy in the aether and he fell

-tubbo started a fight with Tommy and lost L BOZO

-tubbo tried killing Tommy and lost AGAIN and then TRIED AGAIN and then Tommy ended stream LMAO 😭😭

[leggerefiore]

Okay thank you! The request I had was the submas twins (sep) and grimsley with a normally soft spoken and quiet s/o who can’t seem to stay quiet when getting railed, just very vocal and loud

pffttt, you want the very characters i simp for the most.

cw: blood mention in grimsley’s part

18+ under the cut, take precaution as usual

▲Ingo▼

● It's funny when you're out together in public, he's so loud and clearly spoken while you counter him perfectly. The Subway Boss enjoys your differences, as they're something he finds terribly precious. The saying about opposites attract coming true and all that.

● So when you start wailing louder than him while he's thrusting into you, he's bright red. Ingo struggles to contain his own sounds as he growls from your unexpected noise. He wants to hear more and will absolutely do whatever needs to be done to get more noises out of you.

● Every moan, groan, whine, and plea he hears it music to his ears. He'll end up working you over without any stimulation for himself, just to listen to the lovely sounds you'll make. It drives him wild, and you'll definitely notice his sudden turn around from soft and gentle to rough and desperate.

● The downside is office sex is much, much harder. He'll likely make a comment about gagging you if you fail to keep your voice down. Whether that's a joke or not is still unknown to you. (It's not you learn after a loud session had a depot agent unable to look him in the eye. His lovely blue tie is ruined for the rest of that work day.)

● Some of his dirty talk is now about how cute and quiet you are, except when you have his cock deep inside you. It's stuff that makes you turn bright red while your toes curl. Ingo is proud his words are getting you all wound up, like your sounds do to him.

“What lovely sounds my precious lover makes…” he groans out and grasps at your hips tighter, fingers surely leaving impressions, “I adore it completely; be louder if you want.” Ingo's cock stretches you perfectly as he thrusts harshly into you. His moans almost tune out your own, but both of you love the noises that escape. Tender kisses are peppered along your neck as you cry wantonly.

▽Emmet△

○ He thinks your soft-spoken nature is adorable and coos over how quiet you are. Emmet can be extremely loud when he speaks, so he doesn't worry if someone can't hear you. He'll announce whatever you said, like he does with the PA system. Overall, it makes him giggle and smile brightly.

○ So when you start loudly moaning as he's harshly pushing in and out of you, he gasps! What a surprise! His smile switches to something much too innocent for his intentions. He's touching you in sensitive places as he snickers. You're going to make lewd noises for Emmet, he's going to make sure of that.

○ He's also going to focus on your face. You're making such lovely sounds for him (it's all going straight to his cock), what about your sweet face? Flushed, sweaty, mouth open, drool possibly escaping you? He will absorb every microdetail like a sponge. It is impossible not to notice how his thrusts turn into rough and harsh actions to drag out your reactions. He's making such a cute face, too, tearing up slightly.

○ This twin will fuck you on his subway line with the full intention of making your wanton noises heard by all. You'll be asked to yell out what you want, and he's working his fingers against your flesh just right. You'll sob and cry loudly while he's got this absolutely adoring smile. Any poor challengers cannot look him in the eyes after hearing your session from outside the door.

○ He'll start buying toys and other things, just make more noises come from you. Handcuffed and a vibrator pressed wherever you are most sensitive until you're begging for him to give you more pressure to cum. He'll snicker and give you what you want after such a plea.

You cry out as the toy is only just touching your skin. Emmet examines your desperate squirming with pure fervor. His pale face is as flushed as your own. Begging for more pressure, contact - anything - he finally relents. The toy is pressed into your sensitivity with perfect precision. Your moans echo in his brain for days after.

♠️Grimsley❤

♤ The gambler loves to fluster your soft-spoken self because he's an asshole. Lots of “huhs?” and him putting a hand behind his ear. Of course, this is all in good fun, and he'd stop if it was bothering you. If anyone else treats you badly for your quietness, however, they meet his bullying self in a battle or bet. He's the only one allowed to mock you.

♡ So when you start whining uncontrollably when he was fucking into you, his cyan eyes shoot wide with a sense of animalistic need. His thrusts grow slower, rather, to attempt to make you beg for him. You eventually do, desperate to come. His grin is absolutely pompous, its nigh unbearable.

◇ Your sounds are now his new way to tease you. He'll discover what really makes you hot and bothered, then increase to voracity of his actions tenfold. You'll be screaming, moaning, and begging for him incoherently. Grimsley is thoroughly proud of himself, loving your babbles. He wants more, the thrill is never enough for him.

♧ If you'll let him, he wants to hear the noises you'll make while he laps at a bleeding wound he gave you. Or at least how you squeak when his sharp teeth bury themselves in your flesh without any level of mercy. It's so delectable how you cry out from his touch, mixed with pain and pleasure. He might just gain another addiction.

♤ He can, will, and has fucked you in public trying to make you absolutely go roaring with sounds to see how long until someone realized what he was doing to you. It's either been on some exclusive high floor part of a casino or on the couch in his elite four room. Grimsley is your enemy in those moments, he will not help you contain your noises; he wants you to wail loud enough for Arceus to know what he's doing to you.

The ebony leather clang to your sweaty back as the gambler roughly pounded you into it with his shit-eating grin. Barely muffled sounds are masked terribly by your own wet palm. With a particularly harsh thurst, you cry out with enough volume you are certain Cailtin, at the very least, is aware of your trist.

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armin with a bimbo gf?

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Ft. Bimbofication, manipulation, sex, and other topics alike!

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(I am HERE for this Armin brain-rot lmao! I love reading fanfictions/headcanons like these).

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Armin with a bimbo gf:

ᵔᴥᵔ Armin is a very polite man: always making sure you go to bed on time, putting your dead phone on the charger when you fall asleep with it in your hands, reminding you to drink water throughout the day, always lets you spend his own money on something you want, and kissing and massaging your forehead when you have a headache. He is so genuine and wouldn’t do things like this for just anyone.

ᵔᴥᵔ However, there’s a dark side to him where he can’t possibly deny how much he enjoys his dumb, empty-headed bimbo girlfriend. The way your hair is always done-up and suffocating from hairspray, the way your lips are always glossy with your favorite red cherry lip gloss, the way your short skirts and low-cut shirts show off your perfect figure, the way your perfum smells like roses and cheap sex, your intense sweetness and life-or-death dependency towards Armin, your fake innocence when you look at him with tears and ruined mascara running down your face, they way you can’t hide your wetness when he forcibly touches you in public… it makes Armin’s body tingle and cock hard. It brings out a dominant side to him that is inescapable as he manipulates your mind and pussy with thoughts only of him and his cock.

ᵔᴥᵔ He loves how there are literally no useful or smart thoughts going through that little head of yours. He thinks it’s so cute how you play with your hair, chewing gum, breasts nearly spilling out of your shirt while you sit in his lap, head empty, trusting him when you’re completely vulnerable. He loves it because he can so easily take advantage of you.

ᵔᴥᵔ Armin is a master manipulator. So intensely and quickly does he break you down so that you’re only able to think about taking his large cock into your pathetically wet cunt and sweet mouth. This way, he can practically slide into you whenever and wherever he wants:

Laying on the bed and playing your game console? Armin wants you to keep playing the game and desperately try to win while he’s teasing your needy entrance with his fingers which were previously thrusted into your whiny mouth.

In the shower trying to get clean? He sneakily joins you, gently pushing your back against the cold shower walls and eagerly lifting up your chin so that you can look into his kind yet menacing blue eyes. “Let me help you,” he offers while reaching for the body wash and proceeding to tenderly massage it into your breasts, purposely flicking over your nipples. “Right now?” you whine already tired from the previous sex sessions earlier today, (but you can’t deny that you’re already excited because he’s literally the only thing your brain thinks about). With his free hand, he suddenly thrusts a finger into your soft cunt. “It’s lamentable how wet you already are for me,” he coos, excited to know that he really has done a good job manipulating that little brain of yours. You whine and grip onto Armin’s toned upper arms. He kisses your forehead, the water and sweat making his golden hair stick to him. The heat from the flowing water and from Armin’s body is making you go crazy as you prepare for your velvety walls to get pounded once more.

Trying to study for an upcoming test? Armin continuously distracts you: “Baby, you’re no use for stuff like this,” he says pointing to your textbook, “why don’t you focus on being pretty, yeah?” He rubs your thigh and crouches down next to you, politely opening your legs with an arrogant grin on his face, slightly taken aback by the fact that you weren’t wearing underwear under your short skirt but definitely not surprised considering what an air-headed whore you are. He dives in between your thighs, attacking your clit with his tongue, not letting you pull away and eagerly waiting to hear your pathetic moans.

ᵔᴥᵔ He thinks it’s so hilariously adorable when you walk into his office and offer to help him with his work.

“Hahaha,” he laughs, feeling pity for you. He pulls you into a warm hug and kisses your forehead. “My work is too difficult for someone like you, baby,” he says as he pats your empty head. “Why don’t you go to the bedroom and play your game? I’ll be there soon.” He smiles innocently, making his eyes wrinkle on the sides. ‘He is beautiful,’ you think. His soft blond hair and his kind, ocean blue eyes. You really are so stupid, being tricked by his angelic appearance. When he finally comes to the bedroom, his smile is somewhat sinister, and his eyes have gone dark.

ᵔᴥᵔ Lets you dress slutty in public for two reasons: He likes to see the jealous looks from other perverted men seeing that you are in fact Armin’s slut… and he can use the fact you dress slutty in public against you while he’s fucking you.

“You’re such a whore… trying to get other mens’ attention in public.” His right hand is clenching your frail neck, and he forces you to maintain eye contact with him as you tell him it's not true and that he's the only one you want.

ᵔᴥᵔ Likes it when you wear your hair in tight pigtails - that way he can hold onto them while he’s fucking you from behind ᵔᴥᵔ Really likes missionary position - he likes to grip your neck so that you can maintain eye contact with him as your dolled-up face pleasurably contorts, lips drooling with saliva, tears that eat away at your mascara as he’s cruelly pumping in and out of you. He likes to thrust unbearably slow when he wants to hear you whine and complain about needing more - then, he can degrade you and call you an ungrateful whore. Also likes to suddenly go fast to hear you loudly gasp and incoherently babble as you powerfully squirt on his cock. No matter how many orgasms, your mind and pussy only think of and need more of him. ᵔᴥᵔ Armin also really likes it when you ride his cock. This way he can watch your breasts violently bounce up and down as well as tease your nipples right when you’re on the edge. Loves to see how desperately you squirm when you’re sitting upright on his cock, begging for more stimulation. You like this position too. You can see how blushed Armin’s sweet face is, how his chest quickly rises and falls, and how the muscles in his arms are tensed up.

ᵔᴥᵔ Armin loves when you give him oral. He loves seeing your once beautifully done hair become a complete tangly mess as he grips onto it and forces his cock inside your mouth. Loves to hear that ‘pop’ sound when you finally pull your glossy, pink lips off of his thick, blushed cock. Is all about eye-contact when you give him oral. He likes to see your face become sprinkled with tears as he pushes his cock deep into the back of your throat - the desperation in your eyes during this moment while you look at him nearly makes him go feral.

ᵔᴥᵔ Armin also really loves to overstimulate you, especially because he can take advantage of you during these moments. By the time you’ve calmed from your orgasm, you are completely fucked dumb, head even emptier if at all possible, eyes rolled to the back of your head, whimpering at the slightest movement, only thinking about Armin, his angelic face, and his sweet, brutal cock. You’re already so tired from your last orgasm, but he takes this chance to start rubbing your clit again. As you jerk away from the painful sensation, he laughs, continuing his slow, unbearable rubbing. You beg him to stop, and Armin becomes angry. “Oh, you want me to stop? Am I not good enough for you? Not good enough at making a dumb whore like you feel good? I guess I’ll leave now.” He immediately pulls away, rudely turning his head away from you. His blond hair is nearly covering his deep blue eyes which are spilling with fake tears in hopes that he can manipulate you with fear and pity. As you apologize for your selfish behavior and beg him to stay, he darkly grins and harshly pats your sensitive pussy. “That’s what I thought,” he coos laughingly, going back to abuse your wet cunt.

ᵔᴥᵔ Armin also really likes to edge you, and he never lets you cum without his permission. He likes to sit you up on the bed, spread your legs, and tease your throbbing clit with his thumb. He can see sweat begin to coat your forehead, your cheeks dust with redness, and your glossy lips become lined with drool as your breasts are exposed and spilling out of your bralette. Still circling your clit with his thumb, he gets really close to your ear - his blond hair tickling you - and asks you if you want to cum. His beautiful blue eyes sparkle as he laughs when you only respond with whimpering and incoherent words. As you needily buck your hips against his thumb, he knows he has succeeded in manipulating you to become a useless, empty-headed slut with thoughts only of him.

ᵔᴥᵔ Though the relationship dynamic you have with Armin might seem intense, he’s an actual sweetheart. Aftercare with him is the best: you both take a warm bath together, he brushes your hair, massages your back, and kisses your forehead while thanking you for letting him enter your body. He always cuddles you before bed, holding you tightly and kissing your forehead. Not only that, but he honestly just really cares about you. He reminds you to drink water, tells you not to eat too many sweets, makes sure you exercise and that your period is regular, reads to you, and asks you to tell him about your day… and he never ever forgets to slip in a few “I love you”s while you two make love. Armin also loves to buy you things from flowers to hair ties or anything else you want. He just wants to make you smile because you make him smile. Overall, this man will never let his bimbo girlfriend down whether it’s sex or love.

[evening-starlight]

Daddy’s Best Friend

This took two hours to write and it FILTHY lol

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T/W: Smut, protected sex, degradation, honorifics (Pet, Doll, Sir), absolute FILTH, Oral (Male Receiving), cheating, hair pulling, spanking

    Amaris knew this was wrong, coming back to the scene of the crime, but that didn't stop her from knocking on the front door. She hadn't stopped thinking about Tom, about how his lips felt against hers, and how she was curious how the rest of him felt.

    Tom was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door and found Amaris standing there, looking frustrated. "Mari? What's up?" He asks, gesturing for her to come inside. She steps inside, close to Tom.

    "Look, this is embarrassing, but I just want one night with you. I need to get you out of my system if I'm going to have a proper relationship with Armel. That kiss we did was a mistake, but I can't stop thinking about it. So, one more mistake, and we're done, understood?" Amaris rants, shocking Tom at her boldness.

    She was always a bold character, but not this bold. Of course, they shouldn't be talking about this, but the thought of Amaris screaming Tom's name replays in his mind and has been for the last week. Thinking about Amaris's soft lips around him made him harden in his sweats.

    Tom's silence makes Amaris backpedal. "We don't have to. It was stupid to ask. I'll leave, and we can forget I even," She's cut off by Tom's lips on her, shutting her up. They kiss for a second before Tom pulls back.

    "This stays between us, yeah?" Amaris nods frantically, dying to have Tom's lips on hers again. He grants her wish, kissing her like there was no tomorrow. Their lips work together, creating an emotional frenzy between the two. Amaris's guilt subsides when Tom starts kissing down her neck, slowly pushing her back until she hits the wall.

    He settles a knee between her thighs, sucking a spot into her neck. Claiming her as his, at least for the night. Amaris's hands grip Tom's hair, breathing heavily as Tom runs a hand up her shirt, resting on her waist.

    Her skin is soft and smooth to the touch, and Tom can't keep his hands off of her, growing increasingly frustrated with the shirt blocking his assault. "Fucking hell," He mumbles before pulling her shirt off in a haste. Tom stares down at her. Amaris's chest heaves, lifting and dropping her perfectly sculpted breasts that are shielded by a dark red push-up bra. "Did you wear this for me?" Tom asks, palming her over the cup.

    Amaris lets out a pathetic whine, wanting nothing more than Tom to touch her the way she desires. His hands across her body send fire to her heat, growing with every touch. Tom chuckles, snaking an arm around her back while his lips find hers again. He unclips her bra with one hand and uses both to pull it off her shoulders and onto the floor carelessly. Tom's hands find the mounds and massages until he finds her peaked nipples.

    When he tweaks one, Amaris moans loudly into Tom's mouth. His hands make her feel like she's been struck by lightning, amplifying every touch and movement he does. Tom's tongue slips into Amaris's mouth as she continues to moan. She feels like she's on cloud nine, having never felt this horny with anyone before.

    "Bed," Tom huffs, grabbing Amaris's hand and dragging her across the house and to his room topless. He picks her up and tosses her onto the bed, earning a giggle in return. Amaris won't admit it out loud, but she loved being manhandled. "Are you certain this is what you want, Mari?" Tom asks again, anxiety seeping into his mind.

    "Just shut up and fuck me already, Tom," Amaris says, lifting herself onto her elbows. Tom pounces on top of her, causing yet another giggle to escape the girl. The chemicals pumping through her system make her feel dizzy in the best way possible. She has Tom kissing along her body, and it's everything she's ever dreamt of.

    Tom sheds his shirt quickly as Amaris tugs on his, begging him to be as vulnerable as she was. Her mouth goes dry, watching as Tom's abs ripple with a flex as he pulls the shirt entirely off. "Fucking hell," Amaris whispers, reaching up to pet his stomach. Tom chuckles and presses his hand over the top of hers as he leans back down to kiss her.

    Her hands on Tom's skin make the man groan. This is what he's been thinking about for weeks, and it's better than he could have imagined. He settles a knee between Amaris's thighs again, pulling a small moan out of her. "Tom, please do something. I want to feel you, please," Amaris begs, desperate for more of Tom's skin on hers.

    Amaris's pants are pulled down to her knees as soon as she finishes her sentence, on the floor seconds after. Tom stares down at her dark red panties. "They were a matching set," Amaris says, smiling at Tom. "But someone was too impatient to see them together."

    "If I recall correctly, you were the one absolutely begging me to take you, weren't you, Doll?" Amaris whines at the condescending tone Tom uses. His eyes light up at the noise. "Do you enjoy that, pet? Do you enjoy the way I talk to you?" Amaris whines again, not daring to answer when he's exactly right.

    She loved being degraded and belittled, and the fact Tom did it without hesitation makes it even more enjoyable. Tom's hand wraps lightly around Amaris's neck, not enough pressure to be considered choking, but enough to show his dominance. "Use your words, Pet. Or you don't get what you came here for."

    "Yes, sir. I love everything you're doing. You're making me so wet," Amaris says, hoping her honesty will get her something. Tom hums, running his hands over her body, snapping the panty line against her skin. "Please fuck me, Tom," Amaris begs, rutting her hips against Tom's still clothed leg.

    "Patience, pet. I want to enjoy it." Amaris whines in protest at Tom's words. He chuckles and presses his leg against her core harder. Amaris can't help but rut against it, needing some kind of relief from the pressure building inside of her. "Look at you, so fucking desperate for my cock you're willing to fuck yourself against my leg," Tom whispers, bending down to nibble on Amaris's earlobe. His lips find her weak spot, pulling a pornographic moan out of Amaris as he sinks his teeth into the flesh.

    His cock was throbbing in his sweats, begging to be released and fuck inside Amaris, but Tom ignored it the best he could. He wanted to enjoy the only time he'd have Amaris in his bed. Enjoying the moans and whines coming from the girl, Tom continues to leave marks up and down her body, Armel be damned. Amaris was his for the night, and he was going to give her reminders of her betrayal. A betrayal she made just for him.

    When both adults were verging on frustrated, Amaris reaches between the two and cups Tom's cock through his pants. The animalistic groan Tom emits causes Amaris to whine in response. "Fuck, Pet. Rollover," Tom demands, pulling off her and off the bed completely.

    "What? I don't get to see your cock?" Amaris asks, eyes wide and innocent. Tom could see through it. She wasn't as innocent as she let on, even to him. Tom curses, grabbing a fistful of Amaris's hair, guiding her off the bed and onto her knees in front of him. Amaris sits on her knees, eagerly waiting for Tom to pull out his member.

    Amaris knew precisely what she was doing and how to get what she wanted. She wanted Tom to fuck her, yes, but she also wanted to know what it would feel like to have her mouth stuffed with him. And the quickest way to get Tom to do as she wanted to was to suck him off.

    Tom shimmies out of his sweats and undergarments, letting his cock stand full and erect. Amaris can't help but lick her lips before looking at Tom through her eyelashes. "Look at me like that, pet, and you're not going to be able to walk for the next week," Tom threatens, feeling his cock twitch as he looks down at the woman submitting to him fully.

    "Isn't that the point, Sir?" Tom moans lowly at the name that drips from her lips. He didn't think he was a person who would love honorifics so much, but here he was, cock harder than he thought it could get as she calls him 'sir.'

    His cock slowly disappears into Amaris's mouth while she maintains eye contact. She was going to absolutely wreck Tom if it was the last thing she did. Tom moans and rests his hands in her hair as she bottoms out. "Holy fuck, Pet." He breaths out, throwing his head back in ecstasy. Amaris continues to bob her head up and down his cock, watching as his breathing picks up and fists tighten in her locks.

    Tom was in heaven at the moment. He doesn't know what he did to deserve this treatment, but he's thanking every god he could think of while Amaris sucks the life out of him. Her mouth was warm and soft, her tongue swirling around the tip when she comes back up. This was the most perfect blowjob he's had, and he doesn't want it to stop.

    The blow job is cut short when Tom pulls Amaris off, panting as he feels himself being too close to the edge. He wanted to finish inside of Amaris. "Bed. Now." He demands. Amaris stands up and climbs back on the bed slowly, swaying her ass as she does. A loud smack echos through the room as Tom's hand collides with the supple skin of Amaris's rear.

    Amaris moans in response before dropping into doggy position, just as Tom had ordered before. Tom rummages around the bottom drawer of his nightstand before coming out with a condom with a victorious smile.

    The tension between them was deafening as Tom rolls the condom down his shaft before positioning himself behind her. Amaris whines pathetically as Tom teases his head against her clit. "Look at you. Fucking dripping for my cock." Tom says, collecting juice on his cock. "Fucking pathetic," Amaris whines again, pushing against Tom, which earns another spanking. "I decide when you get my cock, Pet."

     Tom continues to run his cock up and down Amaris's slit, saying filthy things that would make a professional pornstar blush. "I want you to fucking beg for me, Pet. Beg for me to fuck you better than anyone has before." Tom barks with a slap on Amaris's ass again.

    "Please, Sir. I want you to break me. I want to feel your cock in me for days after. Please," Amaris's begging is cut short when Tom thrusts his entire length inside her, enticing a loud moan. He stretched and filled her like no one else has, or ever will. His cock fit perfectly inside of her, hitting the right spots in just one movement.

    Amaris clenches around Tom, earning another moan from the man. She wrapped around him like no other has, and he wanted to savor this moment. But his cock begged to differ. Tom starts a slow, rhythmic pace as he fucks into Amaris from behind. The moans leaving her mouth egging him on to go faster.

    As Tom's pace picks up, Amaris starts to lose all earthly grounding. She grips the sheets for some sort of stability but can't get any as Tom rams into her at an ungodly pace. The sounds coming from the room could be heard throughout the neighborhood. Tom's moans push Amaris closer to the edge. He sounded angelic and animalistic at the same time.

    Tom wraps a hand in her hair and pulls Amaris up to her knees, continuing his brutal pace. "Look at you. Moaning for me," He grunts. "Who makes you feel this good?" He asks, using his free hand to wrap around and play with Amaris's clit.

    "You," She moans out, closing her eyes as the pleasure builds inside of her. She's so close she can taste her orgasm.

    "What's my fucking name?" Tom continues, feeling Amaris flutter around him. He knows she's close and wanted to get her over the edge. It isn't until his teeth sink into her neck that she screams out his name as she cums around his cock.

    The slick feeling and fluttering walls push Tom closer to the edge. His thrusts falter as he finishes inside the condom. Tom lets go of Amaris's hair, and she falls onto the bed, panting like a dog who's been left outside all day. Tom flops down beside her, catching his breath before he cleans them both up.

    Amaris is the first to speak. "That was, without a doubt, the best sex I've ever had." Tom laughs at her confession, resting a hand on the back of her sweaty thigh.

    "So why make it a one-time deal?" Tom asks. Amaris shifts her head to look at Tom, a serious expression adorning her fucked-out face.

    "Because I'm still with Armel," She counters. The guilt starts to come back. She shouldn't have slept with Tom, but this was the best she's felt in years after sex. Well, the best she's ever felt after sex.

    "So? Keep him, and when he can't fuck you right, I'll be here," Tom says cockily. He knew this was wrong, but this was hands down one of the best times he's had sex. It was also the fact that Tom didn't want to lose this post-sex feeling. He felt like he could conquer the world in one breath.

    Amaris sighs and moves so she's looking away from Tom again. She wanted to. The sex was amazing. The after-sex feeling had her walking on air. But she was cheating on Armel by fucking Tom behind his back. It's not Amaris's fault that Armel only wanted boring vanilla sex, but it did put a damper on her mood afterward.

    Tom helps Amaris get cleaned up, smiling proudly as her legs shake unsteadily as she stands up. They say nothing more to each other as they get dressed, and Amaris leaves with a thousand thoughts going through her head.

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Jane’s Pets Chapter 2: Friends

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Dollie and Kit stay with you all night. At first you think it’s to comfort you, and maybe that’s part of it, but you figure out the real reason when you step out to go to the bathroom and they both follow you, waiting at the door. They’re making sure you don’t try to leave.

The betrayal burns you deeply, but you try not to let it bother you. They must’ve been tortured too.

...Have they been tortured while you were here, without you knowing?

You push away the thought. No matter what, they’re preventing your escape. You know they’re nice people, and you’re sure that in their minds, they’re protecting you. Still, it stings to realize they are not your allies. They are loyal to Jane first and foremost.

You ask them when you're done using the bathroom. “Are you only here with me to make sure I don’t leave?”

Kit doesn’t make eye contact. “We also want to comfort you. We remember our first times. But yes. We’re not going to let you leave, don’t be stupid. She broke our legs our first times, so we couldn't run, but she didn’t for you. She must have some sort of game or test planned, and those always hurt with her, so we’re here to do what broken bones would usually do. Hopefully less painfully, though. She didn’t give Dollie permission to sleep tonight, anyway.”

This explanation fills you with dread and confusion, but you can’t find the willpower to ask more questions just to be given more terrifying answers. You get into bed, pull your covers over your head, and hope that everything will somehow be okay again in the morning.

It's not okay in the morning. When you wake up, Dollie is gone and Kit is asleep beside you. Dollie must be making breakfast, she does that every morning. If you’re quiet, maybe you can slip out without anyone noticing.

You get out of bed, quietly quietly quietly. You can’t wake up Kit. You slowly open the door, and you're almost squeezed out when it creaks loudly. Fuck! You flinch and turn around to look at Kit. Please still be asleep, please still be asleep- Their eyes are open.

You decide to make a run for it, but Kit has you caught in a matter of seconds. How the fuck are they so fast? They grab you from behind, pinning your arms against your sides. You cry out and kick against their shins, but they don’t even flinch. You continue to struggle for a bit before giving up, resolving to try again later.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. Please let go, I won’t try to run, I’m sorry, I’ll be good. I know I’m being dumb, I’m sorry.”

Kit releases their hold on your arms, but grabs your right wrist firmly.

“You… you don’t have to beg like that. I’m not like her. I don’t need you to be sorry or regret it, I just need you to be safe.”

You nod. Kit doesn’t let go of your wrist.

“We’re going to go have breakfast now.” They hesitate, but don’t say anything else before pulling you along to the dining room.

Jane’s there. Of course Jane’s there, she’s there every morning and the four of you eat breakfast together. Did you think you'd never have to see her again?

You start fighting Kit again, desperate to get away. You are not going to sit and eat breakfast across the table from someone who tortured you less than 12 hours ago.

Kit is a lot stronger than their physique suggests, and you can’t move them an inch. You’ve always been physically weak, anyway. No, if you’re going to get away, it will not be through brute force. You have to be smart.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” You tell them. They nod and don’t release your wrist as they guide you to the bathroom. Only when you’re halfway inside do they let go and stand guard outside the door, giving you a bit of privacy. You close the door softly. What are you going to do? You can’t stay bunkered down in the bathroom forever, you’re going to have to see her again-

You splash some water on your face and try to get your breathing under control. No one’s ever been hurt during breakfast in the time you’ve been here, but was that just to keep you in the dark? You should’ve asked Kit what to expect.

Actually, you can still do that. Maybe…

You open the door, intending to ask Kit if you can talk in the bathroom. But it’s not Kit waiting outside the door anymore.

You yelp and scramble back, curling up in the farthest corner from the door. “Please don’t hurt me, I’ll be good, I’m sorry, I’ll do whatever you want, please-”

Her giggles cut off your rambling. “You’re adorable! Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. I just wanted to talk.” She’s standing over you, and the shadow of someone who looks like a twelve-year-old should not be this terrifying. You curl into yourself tighter.

“You’re okay. I just had to discipline you, but that doesn’t mean everything has changed. We’re still friends, right? Say we’re still friends.”

“We’re still friends.” The words rush out of you quickly, and she smiles.

“Good! See, there’s no need to be so scared. Has Kitty been telling you scary things? It’s not so bad here, so long as you’re good. You’re going to be good, right?”

You nod frantically. You can't get your breathing under control.

“Leave him alone.” Kit is back at the door and looking scared but determined. You feel cold terror running through you. You haven’t been told, but you know Kit has just done something against the rules.

“Ha! You’re funny, Kitty. Tell me what to do again, see what happens.”

Kit glares, but doesn’t say anything else.

She smirks. “That’s what I thought. Can you take some deep breaths for me, Bunny?”

You try. You try so hard but you’re so, so scared, and worrying that she’ll punish you if you don’t calm down doesn’t help. She laughs.

“That’s alright. You’re not in trouble. I’m going to help you calm down, okay? Just hold still.”

You stare at the ceiling and focus on holding as still as possible. She rolls up the sleeve on your left arm and you gasp when you feel a pinch, but you don’t move, and then it’s over.

“There’s a good pet. You’ll feel calmer soon.” She ruffles your hair, and you recoil so hard your head slams against the wall. Jane laughs.

“Come on, let’s go eat breakfast.” She pulls you off the floor and you’re so lightheaded you end up having to lean on her. Is this the drugs, or a consequence of hyperventilating? A small whimpering noise comes from your throat, and you feel your face grow warm with embarrassment.

“You’re okay. Come on.” She takes you to the table and sits you down. The room is spinning, but you feel your heartbeat start to slow. You focus on eating, avoiding looking at anyone else at the table.

By the time you’re done, you can definitely feel the drugs. Why were you so panicked earlier? You feel so incredibly relaxed that you can’t even imagine being scared, even if you were being tortured. God, you’re so tired. You lean back against your chair, closing your eyes.

“I told you the medicine would help. Feeling better?” It takes a while to process her words, and even longer to realize she’s right next to you. You flinch.

“Oh, that’s some very slow reaction time. Might’ve given you a bit too much. Can you open your eyes for me?” You do. She looks at your eyes and feels your pulse in your neck. “Just a bit more relaxed than I expected, though. You’ll be fine.” She runs her fingers through your hair and you lean into the touch without thinking. Everything is blurry.

She guides you to the couch and turns on a movie, laying you against her side. “You can close your eyes again, Bunny.”

The movie plays in the background and fingers run through your hair and you feel nice.

This isn’t right. There was something else you were supposed to be doing, right? Something was wrong, you shouldn’t be lying against her like this, this isn’t right. You try to express this, but the words aren’t right and your voice is so slurred even you can’t tell what you’re saying. Jane laughs.

“Don’t strain yourself. You’re fine. I gave you some medicine to relax because you were afraid after I disciplined you the first time. Just relax."

And something is wrong with what she just said, you know something is wrong, but it’s so much easier to relax than to follow the thought. So you relax.

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Hi there! So im really sorry im gonna be that person again but I just rewatched Endgame and ik in ur guidelines it says no Endgame aus (so i wont be offended if you dont take this request) but Im curious to see how the scene plays out of Tony being stuck on the spaceship and sending his last message to fem!reader and her reaction to getting said message and then when they eventually reunite on Earth thank you and sorry for the angst

Home || Tony Stark

Tony Stark x Wife!Fem!reader​

Summary: Tony has been stuck and missing in space for over 20 days now and you felt like you were spiraling from insanity from not hearing back from your husband. Suddenly a voice message comes through and while you listen you also see that a spaceship seems to be landing at the Avenger Compound...

TW: Angst, Small Bit of Fluff, Near Death Experience, Crying (lots of it), Mention of PTSD/Mental Breakdown/Insomnia/Passing Out, Infinity War/Endgame Spoilers, Kissing

Word Count: 2,574

A/N: OK I KNOW I SAID NO ENDGAME AU’S BUT LIKE- I really needed to get some Angst writing out of my system and lately I’ve been all over the place and this was the one thing that just kinda plopped out of my brain for this request. I take no offense Anon and I appreciate you respecting my guidelines (and actually asking if I’d write it or not) so I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did writing it.

Your head was pounding from the sleepless nights of becoming Tony's personal watchdog in his Avenger’s Compound workshop. You spent all day and night sitting at his desk, swiping left and right on his hologram screens, desperate for anything, a sign, an SOS signal, a clue, anything that would lead you to where he was or where he could have been. For all you knew he could be lost in space in the middle of nowhere and dying of oxygen, you couldn't even begin to imagine what was happening to him right now, how was he feeling? Was he scared to death, was he all alone, was he even alive at all?! The thoughts flooded your mind constantly and you couldn't seem to think rationally about anything else.

The last phone call you ever made to him was days ago and the last words he told you just kept on repeating over and over in your head again. The static of his voice being broken up over the phone while you pleaded for him to come back home and all you could hear was his voice saying "I'm sorry." as you continued to beg for him to just get off that spaceship. The second that phone hung up you could remember the way your felt your heart drop out of your chest as if someone shot you.

Tony's name littered the news headlines on TV and you couldn't bear to watch or read anything about his disappearance. You just kept telling yourself "He is going to come back, I just know it". You were in utter and complete denial and you were borderline going insane, grabbing onto whatever faith and hope you had left by trying to stay positive.

You were nodding off staring at the screens, your eyes slowly shutting and your head falling to rest on top of the desk. It just got harder and harder to sleep with the anxiety of not knowing where Tony was or what unknown forces were out there. Just when you had thought you had seen it all, things got more and more bizarre. Your head rested on a stack of loose papers and just as you were getting comfortable to maybe take a power nap, you heard a loud pinging noise coming from the computer, F.R.I.D.A.Y's AI greeting you.

"Incoming Recorded Voice Message from Tony Stark." The AI loudly declared and your head shot up from the desk as fast as you could and you looked at the screen in disbelief. You were brought to tears seeing the red flashing light on the screen and you scrambled to click on it immediately.

The message began to play and you held your hands over your mouth trying to muffle the sobs and tears that had already started to form in your eyes, listening closely to his voice.

Hey Y/N. If you find this recording...don't post it on social media...it's going to be a real tear-jerker. I don't know if you're ever going to see these...I don't even know if you're still...Oh god, I hope so. Today's day twenty-one, um twenty-two. If it wasn't for the existential terror of staring into the literal void of space I’d say I'm feeling a little better today. The infection has run it’s course thanks to the blue meanie back there. Oh, you would love her, very practical and only a tiny bit sadistic. So the fuel cells were cracked during battle and we figured out a way to reverse the ion charge, bought ourselves about forty-eight hours of flight time but now it's dead in the water, a thousand light-years from the nearest 7-11. Oxygen will run out tomorrow morning and that will be it. Y/N, I know I said no more surprises but I gotta say I was really hoping to pull off one last one but it looks like...well you know what it looks like. Don't feel bad about this, actually if you grovel for a couple of weeks and then move on with enormous guilt...I should probably lie down in a minute, rest my eyes...Please know that when I drift off it'll be like every night lately. I'm fine, totally fine...I'll dream about you...because it's always you...

You had no idea how much you had missed his voice, you never thought that being able to finally hear him say something let alone anything at all put your mind at ease to know he was alive. You had overlooked all the negative things that were being said in his message and all you could focus on was the sound of his voice, depleted, weak, gasping for every last bit of air that was probably left on that spaceship. Streams of tears ran down your face and you kept wiping at them with the back of your hand, your other hand touching the screen as if you were touching him like you were connected in some way.

"Tony..." Your voice had whispered, speaking to yourself.

Before you knew it your sobs got louder, your lungs gasping more and more for air in between the heavy heaves of your chest up and down. The message kept replaying over and over in the background. You listened to it so many times that your mind was tuning it out, you could barely hear his voice anymore, it became all one big blur of words and voices in your mind. Your will to hold onto hope must have worked because this was a sign, a sign that he was alive and there was some form of hope that maybe just maybe he could come home. The pit at the bottom of your stomach felt like it only got deeper and deeper the more you thought about what he said in his message...there was no way he was coming back. He was going to die being surrounded by the one thing he feared most in life...space...and you couldn't do a single thing about it.

Your hands slammed against the desk in anger and with a sniffled nose and tears blurring your vision, you went on a rampage. Your tears were now filled with a cocktail of emotions that you couldn't quite describe and you just acted on them. Your hands pushed papers off the desk in a mess as they crashed to the floor, tools and random scrap pieces of metal and parts going flying as you threw them across the workshop, and the blood curdling screams of frustration that had escaped your lips. This had to be insanity, it just had to be, there was no other explanation and before you knew it you were crashing. Your body felt limp from how exhausted you were, drained and exhausted. Your mind had been running like clockwork for weeks now and you could barely function without knowing if he was alive. His message to you was one out of many that you had never received until now and this was a small sign but you couldn't quite see it as hope but more so his final surrender. Your body and mind were shutting off and your last bit of energy was at it’s limit. You slowly sank to the ground and laying on the hard cold floor of the workshop you passed out from utter exhaustion, losing all feeling and going numb...

Many Hours Later...

You felt someone shaking your shoulders and slowly your eyes opened to see Steve of all people in front of your eyes. You slowly got up, your body aching from having lied down on the ground for hours and he helped pull you up by grabbing your hand.

"Y/N, what in god's name happened here?" Steve asked looking around the messy workshop, one hand clutching yours while you tried balancing your weight against him, trying to stand on your wobbly legs.

"Just the usual Friday night mental breakdown," You say with a chuckle trying to lighten the mood but all you got in response from Steve is a very concerned stare while the both of you walk slowly towards the door.

"Why are you here Rodgers?" You ask curiously knowing that Steve would never make the trip out here for nothing, there must have been something serious going on.

"You feel that? Look over there." Steve said to you, both of you turning towards the giant windows facing the green lawn area of the Avengers compound. 

You could feel the vibrations get stronger, the ground shaking beneath you. The loud sound of wind building up, a giant spaceship slowly descending its way down towards the grass.

"W-What the hell is that?!" Your words were stuttered and all over the place you couldn't process let alone speak at the thought that a giant spaceship was landing at the compound and your heart felt like it skipped a beat. Was it Tony?!

"I think it's him Y/N. He's come home." He said to you, the light in your eyes feeling as if they were recharged once again and your grip on Steve's arm tightened with excitement.

You didn't even wait for Steve to lead you outside nor did you want to. You started to run like a madwoman through the hallways of the compound, turning left, right, jumping downstairs, and flying past almost every room possible in the facility. You pushed open the glass doors at the entrance and you ran for what seemed like your life towards the spaceship that was about to land. Your lungs were practically out of breath but you didn't care, your legs sore but you didn't care , your heart beating out of your chest hoping that you would see Tony walking out of that ship in one piece.

You looked up in awe to the sky seeing the giant ship land, you could see a woman, her body glowing like a beam of light, her feet landed on the grass and the ship finally settled. The ship door opened and you stood by the stairs that slowly came out, your eyes darting back and forth waiting to see someone, waiting in anticipation and hoping that for the love of god it was Tony. You saw a slim figure slowly take steps down and out of the ship, a blue robot seeming to help him down and you gasped in awe... it was Tony.

You saw Steve out of the corner of your eye run-up to the steps, his hands grabbing onto Tony helping him balance, he stumbled out and his feet finally touching the ground. You gasped seeing Tony's thin figure walk out of the ship and towards you, his whole weight leaning against Steve for support, his steps slow as his head kept looking back and forth just observing and taking in his surroundings. You could tell he was thankfully to be back on Earth his head was jumbled and in thought, he was clearly overwhelmed.

You ran towards him at full force and when you entered his field of view you saw his eyes open wide and alert while you came up to him. Your hands immediately touching his face, the touch of his skin against yours, you would never take for granted again being able to hold him.

"Oh. my. god. Tony...it's you. It's really you," You felt out of breath after each word, you wrapped your arms around his body, clutching onto him like your life depended on it.

"Y/N..." He said your name faintly under his breath, you could barely even hear what he had said but you didn't even care at that moment.

Your hands frantically clutching at his back, feeling that he was real, he was really alive, standing right in front of you. It wasn't a ghost but it was him and you could tell he was shaken up, he could barely even get out a word at all as you hugged him close. You could imagine he was going through a lot and this would be yet another thing that would keep him up every night, that alone pained you, knowing that his PTSD would probably get worse and it would take a long time for him to recover from this. Trying to bounce back to some form of normal after this would be hard.

You somehow found the strength to pull away from the hug and keep yourself right by his side, your arms were still around his torso and you felt his lips kiss your cheek. Another tear escaped your eye feeling his touch against you and you turned towards him before Steve could escort the both of you back into the compound. You pressed your forehead against his, your hands cupping his face while your fingers stroked his cheeks, feeling the prickly long stubble of his beard on his skin. You took a deep breath trying to take just a moment, even if it was a moment of peaceful silence to just be close to him.

"It's always going to be you..." Your voice trailed off and seeing a small weak smile come across his lips, you guided his head to lean in closer to you, slowly placing your lips on his.

Your lips moved against his in sync, the kiss was probably the most passionate you could have ever kissed him. A kiss that tried to send the message of how much you really loved him, showing him that without him you would be in absolute shambles, devastated and lost without a way. Your eyes were closed as you kept pressing deeper, your fingers seeming to cradle his face, your hands slowly sliding down towards his neck and to his shoulders squeezing him lightly. You kissed him long enough until you were completely out of oxygen that you could possibly give him, pulling away looking into his eyes, nodding at him as you bit your lip looking over at his face observing him closer. He had a cut on his upper cheekbone and his face bruised, a black eye seemed to form under his eye. Your finger traced patterns into the side of his face while your other hand raked through his hair, the feeling greasy and stiff.

"No more surprises. Please, Tony, I don't think I can take it." You whisper to him and he just nods his head in agreement, his voice barely audible while he responded back.

"No more, I promise." He choked out the look in his eyes serious, staring into your eyes and focusing in on you and only you. He was grateful to get to see you again and hold you, this wasn't a dream anymore, nor was it some form of hallucination, you were real in the flesh.

"I love you so much," You whispered into the close space in between you both.

"Welcome home Tony." You finished off while your arms tightened around him once more, holding him closer than you thought was physically possible, feeling his head rest on top of your shoulder. A deep breath of relief came from the both of you at the same time and you felt as if you could breathe once again.

He could barely respond so overwhelmed and happy to see you that his one arm that wasn't in a sling gripped at your back harder, hugging you close knowing that finally he was safe right by your side.

"Home...you are my home and you always will be." He said softly whispering while the both of you stood there for what seemed like an eternity just hugging each other close and embracing in the moment that now Tony was back home, where he was suppose to be, and you were going to be the one standing right by him through thick and thin.

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Carol Danvers X Natasha's Sister Reader Smut

Word count: 3,589

Includes: fingering, oral and face sitting

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You groaned as you heard your sister's bed hitting the wall repeatedly and the occasional loud moan. She really had no shame, or consideration.

It was annoying enough for you that she was interrupting Teenage Bounty Hunters but did she really have to give you this reminder of how single you were? It had been way too long since you got laid.

It was rare to have the opportunity to spend time with your sister. Her work life as an Avenger dug into her personal life big time but despite being a huge work-o-holic, Natasha refused to ever let it ruin the irreplaceable relationship you too had.

So of course you had lept at the chance to go away with her for a week. You knew she was going to bring Wanda; you weren't mad at that though, in fact you were ecstatic because you loved to see your sister in the company of someone she was able to connect with in ways no one else could. They made each other happy, and it made you happy to see. (Although you weren't appreciating hearing the evidence of their sex life.)

But your sister had failed to inform you Carol would also be staying with you. You knew a lot people would give their left arm to be in Carol's company for a week. But you had had a crush on the blonde hero for so long you struggled to be around her without becoming a flustered mess.

Nat knew this. Everyone who knew you knew this. Except Carol. It was hard to cover up the intense blushing and stumbling of words that only occurred when Carol was flirting or just being near you.

Despite Nat's constant teasing about it and pushing you to do something about your crush on her friend, you knew nothing would ever come of it. Carol seemed like a worse work-o-holic than Nat. Definetly not someone who was looking for a relationship. At least, that was what you had assumed.

With a heavy sigh, you turned up the volume on the television but the thudding continued to echo around the house making you cover your ears with your hands and stare at the television.

"Fuck her and her great sex life." You mumbled begrudgingly but froze when you heard a familiar laugh that made your stomach flip.

"You never heard them before?" Carol asked as she leant against the door frame and looked at you with an amused grin.

You had to remind yourself to breathe for a moment as you realized your crush was standing a foot away from you in only an oversized shirt and shorts that you couldn't see. It was only an assumption she even had them on.

You blushed slightly and stared at the tv again - afraid she would notice that your gaze had lingered a little too long on her long, toned legs, afraid she somehow knew you had imagined those legs around your head for a split second.

"Er no." You laughed nervously. What the fuck was wrong with you?! Carol may be an enhanced human, but she was still human. You should be able to function around a human, even if she was illegally hot.

You were caught off guard when Carol slumped down on the sofa next to you; her shirt riding up enough for you to realise she was not, in fact, wearing shorts. You gulped and figited slightly on the sofa.

"I've lost count but my god it doesn't get any less annoying. They're always sneaking off at parties thinking no one can hear, they're lucky I always distract people to another area so they never get busted. Not even a thank you." Carol huffed before glancing at the TV that was showing some sort of action scene now, it was hardly something you were going to pay attention to now.

"She can be inconsiderate." You nodded. "One time I made extra cookies and without even asking she just took the extra ones." You recalled sadly, still mourning the loss of that perfect batch.

You instantly stopped when you realised the two things had zero correlation and you must have appeared just as annoying as your sister to Carol. But when you glanced over at her you saw she was smiling at you in that impossibly cute way made the smile lines around her eyes prominent.

"You must have been livid." She joked. You could only nod.

Your conversation had apparently come to an end and the only thing filling the silence was the TV and the occasional moan. At least the bed had stopped thudding.

You suddenly wondered if Carol felt uncomfortabke being there. Did she want to leave? Should you offer to drive her? You glanced over at her only to see she was already looking at you. Studying you. As though those piercing brown eyes could see every inch of your soul. You felt extremely nervous under her gaze and you hated the familiar feeling of your face heating up. Yet you couldn't help but sneak a glance back at the blonde woman.

She had a mischievous smirk across her lips that made her look more kissable than usual. You gulped as she shifted closer to you on the sofa while you kept your eyes glued to the tv, even when you felt her soft fingers dance lightly on your leg.

You wanted to melt from the simple touch because - unlike her - you were wearing shorts and having your legs crossed made them rise up way too much.

Her warm breath tickled your neck and sent goosebumps throughout your body and left your core throbbing for attention. You hated that it was so easy for her to have that effect on you.

Carol's fingers become a little less light and were now starting to caress your lower thigh. Your breathing increased rapidly along with your need for her but you didn't dare voice those thoughts. Even when her palm came into contact with your skin and pressed down firmly.

"Do I make you nervous, y/n?" She whispered into your ear softly and you couldn't respond. You couldn't get yourself to produce any words as you were so caught up in the movements from her hand.

Carol chuckled slightly and you felt your body become weak from the simple sound. She bit down on your earlobe softly and you had to bite on your lip to stop a moan escaping your mouth.

The gorgeous woman pulled away slightly to look you dead in the eye and your breath caught in your throat. Her eyes seemed darker than usual; as though she was planning a crime in her head and you found yourself thinking you would go along with whatever she asked of you.

Her brown eyes travelled down your face and once they arrived at your lip that was still captured between your teeth she groaned in frustration.

Before you could question what she was doing she pushed you down and pinned you against the arm rest of the sofa. You winced at the pain in your back but found the heat between your legs ignite like a fire and couldn't stop the slight moan.

You widened your eyes in shock at what you'd done but quickly shut them when you felt her soft lips collide with your own. She kissed you desperately, as though she was finally getting something she had wanted for a long time and you didn't hesitate to return the pace and even laced your fingers in her long, silky hair. You tried to push her towards you more but she pulled away to your disappointment.

"Fuck. Finally." She muttered as she positioned herself to straddle your waist then returned to you. Except her lips went past your own and instead attached them to your neck.

You moaned loudly as you felt her come into contact with your sweet spot so quickly. She took this with a new kind of vigour and bit down on the spot making you grip her hair harshly.

The blonde hero then sucked on your skin and you didn't question it for a moment, too caught up in the feeling of her lips against your own and wondering how amazing it would feel if she did that motion somewhere else.

When she pulled away she gazed down at your neck with a proud smirk and traced the mark gently with her finger then kissed you on the lips quickly.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." She said with a slight laugh.

"Kiss me?" You asked hopefully and she nodded as she leant back to sit on your waist.

"That and mark you as mine." You couldn't help but get extremely turned on at her words. "I've wanted you for the longest time now, y/n." She admitted with confidence as she played with the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slightly to exposed the lower half of your stomach.

She put both hands on your stomach and ran them across the exposed skin. It felt like you were on fire. The contact was one you had craved from her for a while.

"Me too." You said breathlessly, still not over how her lips had felt against my neck. Carol caught onto this and tore her gaze away from your stomach to look at you.

"Breathless already?" You blushed at her question and turned your head to the side.

She moved to lay against you and kissed your jaw as her hands wondered up your shirt, your mind too clouded to remember you weren't wearing a bra under your bed clothes.

However, this fact was brought to your attention when you felt her soft hands cup your breasts under your top. Your eyes shot open and she moaned slightly against you as she felt your hardened nipples that were begging to be touched by her.

She granted their wish and pinched them lightly between her thumb and finger making you moan out in response. She did all this while kissing down your neck again and leaving more hickeys on either side.

Your back arched slightly from the attention and you pulled her face towards yours to kiss her again. She happily obliged to this and bit down softly on your lip. You moaned slightly and parted your lips to let her tongue roam your mouth. Your tongues danced together before Carol's tongue brushed along your teeth and the roof of your mouth, only pulling away to breath before attaching your lips again.

Her hands wondered back down your stomach and rested at the hem of your shorts. You were caught off guard by her hand wondering further only to pull the elastic of your panties towards her and let them go so they snapped against your skin.

You whimpered a little at the motion making Carol smirk against you. She started to massage your upper thighs firmly, occassionly letting her fingers under your shorts only to retract soon after.

You were starting to get frustrated at the repetitive action, wanting her fingers to go further and stay there.

Carol tapped either side of your hips lightly and it took you a moment to understand what she meant. You lifted your hips slightly and moaned when you felt your cores rub together for a split second. Carol pulled your shorts down to your ankles and flung them across the room, not caring about them now they were separated from you.

She stopped kissing you to look at your now bare legs and rested her hand on your panties, letting her finger dip slightly to feel the outline of your pussy lips and the soaked fabric that covered them.

Carol groaned when she realised how wet you were and looked up at you with a dark glint in her eye that was unmistakably lust.

"Is this all for me?" She whispered as she rubbed you through your panties making you squirm slightly beneath her, hating that there was a barrier between you.

"Yes." You breathed out and tried to push your hips up into her but she placed a hand on either side and firmly pushed you back down.

Her dominance only turned you on more as you lay waiting for her to stop her sweet torture and finally give you what you wanted.

Her fingers travelled along the elastic of your panties and she dipped a finger in to stroke your lower lips. You tried to hold your moans back but this was apparently the opposite of what the blonde wanted.

She grabbed your chin in her free hand so you had to look at her, hovering over you like an angel.

"Don't stop yourself. I want to hear those pretty little moans of yours." You could only whimper out a response as you nodded your head eagerly.

Suddenly, you felt a single finger slip into your pussy and you couldn't help but moan out loudly.

It had been so long since you had been touched there, and the fact that it was by someone as beautiful as Carol made things even hotter.

"Good girl." Carol growled with satisfaction and kissed you hard as she slipped her finger fully into you.

You tangled your fingers into her hair again to hold her close to you as she pulled her finger out only to have it return quickly, not realising that everytime she did her palm would press against your clit making the pleasure increase.

She pulled your panties down with her free hand and you eagerly spread your legs in response to give her better access. As soon as you did she slipped a second finger inside with ease and pumped it into you in unison with the first.

"So fucking wet." She muttered between kisses and you moaned more as you felt a gush of wetness hit her fingers at those words.

She started to speed up as her thrusts became harsher, slamming into you at a pace that mirrored you heartbeat.

You started to rock with hips along with her thrusts, desperate to feel as much of her as you could and almost screamed when you felt her fingers curl up to hit your g-spot. It made my body resonate with fire and you threw your head back in pleasure, not believing you were being fingered by someone so beautiful and skilled.

When she pushed a third finger into you you moaned louder and gripped onto the back of her shirt to try to handle the intense amount of pleasure you were feeling. It was like you needed something to help you hold onto reality while the girl ontop of you was rocking your world.

From that reaction, Carol started to fuck you at a harder, rougher pace. Everytime her fingers hit the edge of your pussy you couldn't help but cry out her name along with a string of moans and profanities.

You didn't want it to end, but the pressure was starting to build up in my core, Carol could tell by your walls squeezing around her fingers.

Your body's desperate attempt to keep her inside of you was futile as she instead took this with a new kind of vigour and fucked you faster.

"Carol...please...don't stop!" You begged not caring how you sounded. You just needed her with you, ontop of you and inside you to help you through the high you were about to experience.

"Cum for me." She encouraged and bit down on the top of your neck. With a caress of her fingers you came undone beneath her, screaming her name as you came harder than you ever had before.

You continued to cling onto her back as she helped you through your orgasm by slowing her pace and watching you experience that extreme amount of pleasure that was caused by her.

You kept your eyes shut as you tried to regain your breathing. You were so focused on that and your now throbbing pussy that you were hardly aware of Carol's weight leaving you.

When your eyes finally fluttered open you saw that she had positioned herself between your legs - just inches away from your pussy - and was looking up at you with her signature mischievous grin as she licked each of her fingers clean.

You knew it was her pre-warning that she wasn't done. You were so exhausted that with any other person you would deny them any more, but the after effects of your orgasm were enough to remind you of how she could make you feel with her fingers. You were dying to know what she could do with her tongue.

Carol smirked when you nodded your head and kissed her inner thighs, working her way closer to your core. She flicked her tongue against your bundle of sensitive nerves causing you to lean back and grip onto her hair again as you watched her.

You could feel her smirk against you as she ran her tongue up through your folds then latched onto your clit, sucking hard as you moaned loudly and wrapped your legs around her head to push her into you as much as possible. You wanted to feel her tongue against every inch of your core.

At that thought, she sunk her tongue into you, making you gasp out at the motion before throwing your head back to moan in unison with her.

Feeling the vibrations from her mouth enhanced the pleasure that you could only express by pulling on her hair harder and squeezing your thighs around her.

Her tongue roamed your pussy like she was trying to memorize every inch of it and you loved it. The muscle moved around desperately, hitting all the right spots that made you shudder.

Every time her tongue pressed on one of those areas she withdrew to bite down on your lips making you groan from such an amazingly sharp pain. You couldn't help but wonder if she had a biting fetish or something - not that you were complaining.

Once her tongue dove into your core again you felt her thumb press firm circles around your clit that made your hips raise off of the sofa.

Carol withdrew her thumb to push your hips down again and held you there as her tongue continued to work wonders inside you.

You could feel yourself start to get close to your second orgasm with Carol as your walls started to clench around Carol's tongue, hoping it would stay inside you but instead pushing it out.

She brought her thumb up to your clit again and pressed down directly on it making you moan louder than before and arch you back in ecstasy as you came on Carol's tongue.

You gripped her hair and squeezed your thighs, desperate to keep the beautiful hero where she was to help you ride out your high.

Carol happily accepted this as you felt her tongue desperately move around inside of you in an attempt to get to every last bit of cum she made you release.

She then licked up your lips one last time before lifting herself up to grin triumphantly at you.

You smiled back and - despite your exhaustion - pulled her up with her legs either side of me and guided her towards your head.

She smirked as she realised what you wanted to do before giving you a questioning look.

"Aren't you tired?" You nodded. "That's why I'm staying laying down." You stated matter-of-factly as you pulled her panties, eager to see and taste her.

The moment you pulled her onto your mouth she gasped out. You didn't hesitate to suck on her clit softly, loving the initial taste of her wetness. You got the response you were hoping for and felt her hold onto your hair as she adjusted her position slightly.

You then licked up her folds and moaned at the sweet taste of her that instantly left you wanting more. You sucked on her folds to further please your taste buds and her as you gripped her butt.

You then bravely dipped your tongue inside her earning a loud moan from the woman ontop of you. She started to grind herself onto your tongue and you smiled proudly as you pushed your tongue the rest of the way in and relished in the taste of Carol.

After a few minutes of altering between sucking on her folds and sinking your tongue into her, Carol started to moan your name like a prayer. It was music to your ears that made your stomach flip and core start to heat up again.

Her movements against your mouth started to become more erratic and you knew with one swipe of your tongue you could make her come undone above you.

Excited at the possibility, you sucked on her clit harshly and heard her scream your name before feeling her warm liquid on your tongue that you eagerly lapped up.

Carol shuddered ontop of you before letting go of your hair and falling down beside you.

"Guess we're the inconsiderate ones for once." Carol laughed, you felt yourself blush as you realized just how loud you had both been. Although you didn't regret a second of it.

"Stay in my room tonight?" You asked with a burst of confidence.

Carol smiled at you and leaned over to kiss you on the lips passionately.

"I would love to." She smirked. You smiled at her answer as you wrapped your arms around her neck before falling into another deep kiss that wouldn't be the last.

[dorimena]

Hi, I love your work and if your requests are open would you consider the following?

Monoma is on patrol with y/n and Monoma being well....Monoma, he was horny and was teasing y/n. Not having any of this shit, she proceeds to dom the fuck out of him during patrol. She takes him into an alleyway and fucks him with a strap that she had on her already (she was already planning on something but didn’t go through with it because work is work and she’s aware that Monoma and her could take their time when they got home). She pushes him into the wall and fucks him silly. Monoma is loving it and keeps begging “Mommy fuck me more, please!”. She gives him what he wants but she tells him to be quiet or else the bystanders would fine their great Phantom Thief in a puddle of his own cum while getting fucked by his mommy. At some point two civilians hear Monoma panting and hiccuping and get concerned. Y/n keeps fucking him and reassures them that Phantom Thief is fine. He cums then and there and she tells him to reassure the civilians that he’s ok. Monoma whimpers out that he’s fine and y/n cleans him up and cuddles him in the alleyway telling him how much of a good boy he was.

(I’ve been thinking about this ever since I read your shower blowjob story. This man makes the dom in me go crazy. He’s already a whining bitch, having him be like that in the bedroom just- 😫)

Let me say that I’ve had a scene in my head almost the same as this one you sent me and I am absolutely thrilled because yessss more attention to bratty baby Monoma ٩(♡ε♡)۶

And honestly, this man is just asking for it. Bet he wants to fucked anywhere, anytime, as long as he's put back into his place. That's his kink-

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; Monoma Neito

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 3.5k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; fem!reader, pegging, mommy kink, slight exhibitionism, public sex, mentioned sex toy (butt plug), implied overstimulation, multiple orgasms, implied after care, domme!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; begging, humiliation, Monoma being a little shit, because he wanted your attention, and to rile the fuck out of you, aged-up character: Monoma is 20+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; I unknowingly kind of changed a few things from the ask, like the conversation between Monoma and the bystanders, but I hope you like it anon! The ending is kind of rushed, sorry about that!

𝕭𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐

“Now, now, y/n, you know ignoring someone, specifically the love of your life, is a crime? How else are you to beg for my love if you go on and ignore my graceful presence? Are you listening to me? At least lend me your attention.”

He’s been like this for the past couple of hours since you’ve both been assigned together for patrol. You thought it’d be a good idea, and Monoma was also excited when your boss told you both to get ready and head to the neighborhood you’re meant to keep a watch over.

The neighborhood turned out not as empty or quiet as you expected, rather close to a busy street. Some stores and restaurants seem to align themselves around this area.

You thought things would go smoothly, go even better and much quicker now that you and your boyfriend are finally patrolling together, months since you’ve transferred to this agency from your old one.

But Monoma’s been leaving any and every snide remark since you two stepped foot into the area, teasing you for any small mistake he believes should be (loudly) called out for or simply trying to mess up your way of doing things.

You don’t even want to count how many times he’s criticized the way your hero outfit currently looks on you. And no, you’re not getting insecure, but rather more… cautious.

There’s a reason why the uniform seems a bit odd around your crotch, but he doesn’t need to know that, not here, not now. Maybe until you both get home-

You trip, almost falling flat on your face if it weren’t for your boyfriend quickly grabbing you, pulling you up to your feet as he looks at you with panic before it quickly dissipates to his stupid mockery.

“See? You cannot do anything right, not without me at least. You, my dear, cannot live without me yet you still ignored me. This is what I mean when you should listen to me. Anyone would truly be grateful for having me, Phantom Thief, as their beloved lover.”

That’s it. You usually can take so much of his weird comments, but right now he’s pulling anything out of his ass at this point. (Soon you’ll see what actually comes out.)

You don’t answer, just look around to make sure no one is watching as you grab him by his stupid tie, dragging him to the nearest alleyway you remember passing by, glad it’s still pretty empty and dark enough to hide your bodies in the shadows.

He isn’t even struggling, just letting you walk him as if he’s a dog, quietly following you. If you were to turn around, you’d see the way his eyes are wide yet full of lust, his pupils dilated as he mentally cheers, thanking the gods for listening to his horny prayers of being sucked in an alleyway.

Do you know how hard it was for him to not jump you and beg you to help him? All because of how sexy you look in your hero outfit, how the small fixes and modifications bring out more of your body, the body he loves, yearns, desires, every day and night. Hopefully you don’t find his surprise before he can debut it once you guys are back home. (But unintentionally came prepared.)

He’s a complete fool for you, but you can’t know that, or else it’ll be the end of-

“Monoma Neito. You have 5 seconds to tell me why the fuck you’re being a piece of shit tonight.”

He didn’t realize his back is against a cold wall or how you’ve trapped him between your arms, the way you’re glaring at him while counting down in such a low tone, it makes his legs feel weak and threaten to buckle..

“Horny.” He barely whispers, crazed eyes never leaving your face as he stays still, trying to control his breathing and heartbeat as you scan him from head to toe, eyes finally staying in place where his boner is visible, even with how poor the lighting is.

You grin, but not your usual friendly grin or familiar flirty grin, but the ‘I’m gonna fuck you till you die’ kind of grin.

And Monoma’s both terrified yet super, duper much more hornier than before. But, with what are you going to fuck him with?

In a flash, he’s suddenly turned around, his clothed-covered chest pressing against the wall as he feels your hands make quick work on his belt, on his pants, pulling them down to rest on his thighs. He hisses and shivers when the cold air hits every exposed part of him, yet makes his dick twitch in interest.

You also free your bottom half to finally let out the strap on you’ve luckily managed to hide until now, searching your pockets for the small tube of lube you brought with you, just in case.

But when you spread his butt cheeks, you gasp in surprise with the butt plug he’s wearing, going to grab the toy as you slowly pull it out in disbelief.

Did he know?

“I-I want you to know you’re not the, um, only one to be prepared for what they want.” Monoma speaks, but in such a soft tone that it has you wondering if he’s the same person who had pestered you since the beginning of the patrol, the same boyfriend you love who has a talent for being loved and hated simultaneously by various people.

But at least he didn’t know. He simply decided to take this extra mile.

Cute. No wonder he’s such a good boy for mommy… sometimes.

“Then I guess I shouldn’t prepare you, right?”

You don’t wait for his response, not when you dispose of the toy away from you both, and you make quick work to lube up your silicone cock.

Monoma doesn’t get to ask you about the wet sounds behind him, or ask where you threw his butt plug before you’re entering him. You felt how his body jolted, his back arching enough to push his ass back more towards you.

You land a smack against the smooth skin, listening how the impact echoes in the empty alleyway and the way he whimpers in pain.

“You’re such a slut for mommy, aren’t you Monoma?”

“Yes!”

No hesitation.

Monoma usually sounds hesitant whenever you two do something new, as if he evaluates the pros and cons from anything and everything, figuring out if he’ll come out benefitted or you.

But he sounds desperate, shameless. He sounds like he’s ready to cry.

New, but not too surprising. When he wants to, he’ll always be a good boy for his mommy.

“Want to tell mommy again why you were being a little bitch tonight?”

Never mind, his hesitation came back, his mouth pressed shut as you peek at him, trying to catch a glimpse at his periwinkle eyes, wondering what’s taking him so long to answer. He answered you so easily, so quickly a few minutes ago.

You hear a soft mumble, see his lips move but no sound gets to your ears. So you spank him once more, hearing his cute squeak and the way he fucks back.

“Louder.”

“I wanted mommy to fuck me! Fuck me until I can’t walk! Fuck me until I’m just your stupid little hole! Please? I’ll-I’ll be good now, I promise!”

If anyone were to ask you just how stupid Monoma gets when he’s completely horny and turned on, this is a prime example. His usual eloquent vocabulary? Gone. It doesn’t exist once mommy’s pleasing him.

But he’s also promising about being good? Let’s see how good he’ll be then.

No more words are exchanged, just the soft desperate pants of the pretty blond and some small airy whines that leave his mouth in anticipation for what you’ll do next.

You don’t even start slow, you go absolutely feral.

He barely gets to inhale one last deep breath until you’re fucking that out of his lungs, his head turning to look back at you as best he could as his body begins hitting the wall in front of him, his clothes rubbing against the roughness of the bricked exterior of the unknown building. He lifts head enough to not get itself hit against the wall and his hands are clawing at the bricks desperately, trying to find leverage to hold on tightly, his brain struggling to catch up with how vicious yet delicious you’re fucking him.

When he does remember he’s a human who can speak words, he cries out “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” in such high pitches, it sounds like he’s singing, probably trying to continue seducing you into such a horny haze. His pent-up sexual frustration must have been infectious, with how you find yourself being merciless with him and his ass, your hips slamming into the back of his in such a brutal pace you wonder if the skin will bruise, if he’ll be able to sit or walk properly.

Probably not, but that’s the point, isn’t it?

Your baby boy wanted you to fuck the living shit out of him, so that’s what you’ll do, it’s what you’re best at doing.

Fuck the annoyance out of him so that when you guys get home, he passes out.

You momentarily forget you guys are very much still in public and even if it’s night, civilians are very much still awake and walking, either going back home or going to work, maybe hang out with their friends or find themselves a sub to fuck.

Monoma doesn’t even warn you that he’s cumming, not even his loud, prolonged whine of your name gets your attention. But with how he’s spasming around your toy, how his hips are twitching quickly in between your hands, his eyes that never left from looking at you crossing…

Yeah, since you missed that orgasm and you’re not in the mood to exactly punish him, why not fuck him some more until he can’t remember his name and only yours?

You briefly pause, the tip of the toy the only thing still inside of him as one of your hands rubs circles on his lower back and the other remains on his hip.

Through the panting, Monoma lets out a whine, one that sounds almost disappointed. Probably because he came far quicker than what either of you two expected, or because it feels like you’re pulling out already and calling it a night.

No words are exchanged as you watch him catch his breath for a bit more, memorizing how rosy his cheeks and nose look, how the blush looks like it’s on his neck while his white pupils are fully dilated, oozing his adoration for you.

When you hear him suck in a breath, whether he’s preparing a sentence or to finish pulling himself off the toy, you slam back into him, grinning like a maniac upon feeling how his whole body jumped, going back into action and having blood pump everywhere in him, mostly towards his reawakening dick.

And you slam, slam, slam, slamming into him at such a steady pace, making sure to roll your hips the way you know will make him start squealing in such a girly tone, or like a dirty pig he sometimes becomes.

And once you feel him begin to push back on you and one of his hands leave the wall, you lean forward, pushing his body more up on the wall. He’s bent too much, it’s obvious you’re fucking him doggy style. What if people decide to go through this alley?

He obeys but whines in complaint, not wanting you to stop your ministrations as he pulls himself together, standing up as much as he could as to leave his lower back still bent for you.

“Keep your hands on the wall or else I’ll leave you here like this.”

He loves it when you speak to him in such a low voice, in such a way that you know makes him want to suck your cock for days until his jaw hurts. He puts his hands back on the wall, both placed where his face is at, acting as support as he rests his forehead there. His neck hurts a bit from how long he’s been straining to look at you.

You go back to fucking him, going back to what you were doing, moaning his name repeatedly to keep riling him up, arouse him and make him start begging for you to go faster, harder, deeper, make him dirty.

And he does with loud wails, ones that have you freezing and stopping all together, slapping a hand on his mouth and whispering how he should quiet down, unless he wants to be whored to other people.

“Be mommy’s good boy and keep quiet. Unless you want someone else’s cock.”

“No! No muh-mommy! Only y-yours~ Please!” He moans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he impatiently grinds against you, feeling how sticky his thighs are getting with sweat and some of his cum and precum, somehow.

“Mommy, fuck me more, please!” He whimpers so cutely, so pathetically, so melodically you’re sure he somehow copied someone’s siren quirk, because your head feels dizzy, your heart is beating erratically and your hips sync with the pulse, forgetting about being consistent with speed, with roughness, with how deep you reach inside of him.

Fucking him silly until he’s trying his best to muffle his screams and cries into the back of his hands pressed on the wall, his fingers trying so hard to find solace on them, to grasp the reality of him being defiled in an empty, dirty alleyway, pressed so ruthlessly against a wall he doesn’t know how exactly dirty it could be.

Monoma’s hiccuping your name until you spank him, growling softly how that’s not who you are, making him wail out “Mommy! Cumming!” in such an erotic way, you wonder if you’re fucking your boyfriend or a girl with how he’s managed to reach such an incredible pitch.

You keep going, and even when he’s done cumming, you don’t stop impaling him, and a hand goes to wrap itself around his dick, trying your best to match this chaotic fucking, hearing how he’s struggling to breath, to comprehend this painful yet electrifying pleasure.

His toes are curling in his shoes, his knees don’t stop buckling, his hips never stop trying to meet with yours, the burn of overstimulation flowing through his veins yet motivating his dick to keep going, to keep obeying, to not disappoint mommy.

Monoma’s speaking gibberish, babbling whatever nonsense and begging he could think of or come to make up, the tips of his fingers turning white with how hard they’re pressing against the bricks as he tries to not fall. He’s not sure how or why he’d fall, but with how you’re touching him, squeezing him, stroking him, playing with him, he’s ready to give into the inquiry of whether being a househusband would have you fucking him like this everyday.

It’s a weird thought, one he’s never had before, one that’s still early to even care about-

Oh my god you’re abusing his prostate!

He’s seeing stars, planets, flashing strobe lights and envisioning his uproaring third orgasm, mouth hung open stupidly as whiny sobs and strangled cries escape him, trying his best to keep quiet like you said but he can’t!

“Feels s’ good!” He slurs, once again turning his head to look at you, eyes completely wet as tears fall in graceful droplets, hair messed up and drool staining a bit of his chin.

And just as you were going to respond, you heard footsteps.

You both freeze: you’re halfway out of him while Monoma’s struggling to not let his coughing fit be heard, having swallowed his saliva far too quickly with the scare.

The sounds stop, but now you both can hear a female voice.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

Monoma whimpers, embarrassed.

So this is how he’ll get caught and shamed.

This is the end of his career.

But you’re not having it, not with how his dick has stopped twitching and is starting to soften.

You’re not done yet, and neither is he.

“Answer, Monoma.” You harshly whisper, wiping your thumb over his hypersensitive tip, making him hiccup loudly before composing himself as best he could.

“Y-yes? It-It is I, Phantom Thief- ooh~”

Another voice pitches in.

“Phantom Thief? The Phantom Thief?!”

“Y-Yes!” Monoma squeaks out, trying to cover up his gasp as you begin to slowly fuck him, making sure to keep hitting him straight to the prostate, amused how he’s gripping his jaw, muffling his hiccups while frantically shaking his head, begging you with his eyes to no, no, please!

The two bystanders gasp, seemingly walking more towards where you and Monoma are, making you press him more into the wall, hoping the angle you’re both in and the small hiding spot is enough to keep you hidden.

“We’re huge fans of yours! But, um, are you alright? We heard someone crying.”

“Fuck!” Monoma whimpers, struggling to keep his breathing in check as you continue to move, even rolling your palm all over his tip, your other hand going to pull at one of his nipples.

“What was that?”

“N-nothing! I’m fin- ugh~”

“You… sure?”

“YES!”

Monoma yells, back arching as his head touches your shoulder, eyes rolling up this head as he’s torn between pushing back or bucking forwards, feeling his body submerged in such an intense heat, in such shame, in such pathetic desperation to cum, he’s begging you in quick hushed moans to please, pretty please, make him cum, he wants to cum, needs to cum again.

“And your fans?” You whisper teasingly, feeling how he shivers with how close your breath is near his ear.

“Fu-uck my fans-”

“Now now, that’s something you never said before. Did I fuck Monoma Neito out of you?”

And you go back with the brutal pace, not caring if the other two bystanders can hear what’s going on, not caring if they come out traumatized or probably aroused with how obvious it is that their dear Phantom Thief is getting fucked in a shady place, in a nasty place, yet he’s silently wailing and convulsing with everything you’re giving him.

Your hand soon enough gets sticky with what little cum his poor, weak body produced, his hole clenching tightly around your strap-on while his hands fly back to grasp any part of you that he could reach, which ended up being your head.

The bystanders speak again while Monoma’s busy wheezing his gratitude.

“Are you sure you’re alright? We could call the police-”

“I’m alright! ‘m fine~” He managed to sing-song, but if you heard a bit of his whimper seep from the last word, you don’t say anything, simply slow down your stroking before pausing.

You hear their footsteps slowly go back towards where they probably came from, making Monoma let out shaky exhales of relief and satisfaction, small giggles slipping from time to time as you kiss his neck, his cheek, his jawline.

And once you are certain you’re both alone again, you slowly pull out of him, helping him to turn around so that his back presses against the wall.

Until he grimaces.

“My essence is, from my deduction, splattered on this disgusting wall.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you point down to where his pants are, laughing harder when you see how his grimace turns into a face of disgust, horror, shame, surprise, arousal- wait what?

You don’t question the last one, simply letting out the last of your giggles while you search for the disinfectant wipes you tend to carry with you in your utility belt. And once they’ve been found, you make him lick your cum-covered hand first before properly passing a wipe. You hand Monoma one so that he cleans his face if needed, disinfect his hands, his thighs, anywhere he thought he needed to clean.

No, that's a lie. You took care of his thighs and pelvis, trying your best to clean the spots where his cum reached his pants before peppering a few gentle kisses around his exposed skin.

Pulling his briefs and pants up, buttoning, zipping, fasting his belts. You let out a happy sigh, fixing his hair and tie.

You then fix yourself.

“Who’s mommy’s good boy, Monoma?”

He somehow managed to chirp. “I am, mommy.”

“Then, you’ll stop being a bitch tonight, right? Mommy made sure to fuck it out of you.”

“Oh, um,” aw, he’s blushing. “I suppose…”

When you both walk away from the much-more defiled wall, you hold back an amused snort with how Monoma seems too unstable with his feet, how his legs seem to shake with every step he tries to take and how frustrated he looks with how uncooperative his body is.

You decide that chilling and cuddling in that corner wouldn’t be so bad, and considering how your shift ended minutes ago, you doubt either you or Monoma will get into trouble.

[sweetyyhippyy]

Late Arrival. Spencer Reid x Reader.

(Not my gif)

Summary: Spencer is coming back home after an out of state case runs long. You fall asleep waiting for him, and when he finally does come home, he sees your outfit and there is no way he can’t wake you up for a proper homecoming.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

TW: Brief mentions of masturbation (male and female), sleepy sex?? (I don’t know how to refer to it), calling Spencer daddy (duh), fingering, reader trying to be dom and Spencer teasing, unprotected sex, creampie, a lot of praise kink.

Word Count: 3.2k

A.N: I saw @fics4arainyday​ put that she wanted someone to write this concept, so i did! I hope you like it! Also, I’m bad at ending fics so 😬... sorry! 

link for lingerie I refer to: x 

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It had been 3 agonizingly slow weeks since your fiancé had been home.

Being engaged to an FBI profiler wasn’t always easy. The days, even weeks being apart, Spencer coming home at all hours of the night too exhausted to stay awake and spend time with you, missing birthdays, holidays, anniversaries being states away on those occasions.

But in all honesty, you still wouldn’t have it any other way.

Nobody else could make you laugh the way Spencer did. Nobody else could make you think the way Spencer did. Nobody could lovingly annoy the crap out of you the way Spencer did. And most importantly, nobody could fuck you the way Spencer did.

He has been gone for 3 weeks, but the week before he left, there wasn’t a lot of sexy time going on since you were busy with your own job. It was the occasional quickie before having to rush getting ready for work in the morning, a quick mutual masturbation session on a lazy weekend, but no real “wake the neighbors” fuck that you were so desperately craving. Keeping a healthy sex life was important to both of you.

So when you got the call from Spencer that the case was finally over and he would be coming home that same night, you knew it was go time.

You didn’t have much self control when it came to online shopping when Spencer was gone, what else were you supposed to do? The goldfish you two had as a pet wasn’t much company.

So you had treated yourself to a few new pairs of lingerie. Spencer was going to love all of them, but there was one in particular that you knew he was going to lose his mind over. It was baby blue see through with a floral pattern throughout the slip. It left very little to the imagination but that was your favorite part about it. Technically you were supposed to wear some sort of underwear but the slip looked better without it.

You took a hot deep shower and pampered yourself a few hours before you knew he was going to be home, that way you were nice and relaxed and ready for his arrival. You kept your hair simple since Spencer would be pulling at it all night. But you did put some makeup on just to enhance Spencer’s favorite part of your face, your eyes.

The mood of the room was set; the bed was perfectly made, the candle you had given Spencer for a “just because present” called “Bookstore” smelling like mahogany, leather, and coffee; lit on the bedside table. It was meant for him but you enjoyed it much more than him. All that was missing was Spencer.

You looked at the time on your phone, only 10 more minutes before Spencer was due home. You lay on your side of the bed, flipping through tv channels to find something to watch to occupy your time.

***

Spencer turns the key to turn the car off, he drops his hands from the steering wheel into his lap, letting out a deep sigh. He could have been home over 3 hours ago but the jet back home was having engine issues, so the team had to fly through a regular airport… which meant waiting for a flight.

The case wasn’t particularly a rough one emotionally, it was just long. Spencer missed you like crazy within the first few days of being away. Late night phone calls weren’t the same as physically being with you.

Spencer grabbed his satchel, leaving the rest of his baggage to lug up to the house until tomorrow when he had enough rest. As he’s walking up the driveway he can see the light on from the kitchen, signaling you were awake and waiting on him. He knew how much you hated waiting, so by now he knew you were seething with rage. There was about to be a lot of apologizing he was going to have to do. Spencer unlocks the front door, dropping his bag next to the front door and kicking his shoes off right next to it.

“Babe?” Spencer calls out, removing his jacket and hanging it up on the back of the couch. He listens for an answer, but all he hears is the slight murmur of the tv from your bedroom.

Spencer begins to unbutton his shirt as he walks down the hallway to the blue hue of the tv shadowing onto the floor. He steps into the room, spotting you curled up on top of the comforter fast asleep. Before he could appreciate how adorable you looked, softly snoring, he noticed the little outfit you were wearing. You laid there on your belly, one leg straight while the other bent up on the pillow next to you.

He scans your body through the see through fabric, spotting the lack of underwear on your lower half while your butt was fully exposed to him. You were practically a step away from being naked. He quietly walks over to the bed and touches the hem of the slip and carefully hikes it up your butt, not earning a reaction from you.

Spencer quickly sheds his shirt off and throwing it off to the corner of the room along with his dark slacks, kicking them off quickly. Spencer carefully climbs into the bed behind you, laying on his side and palming himself through his boxers to get himself hard, which really didn’t take much as his eyes rake over your body and his imagination runs wild about all the things he was about to do to you. He hisses as he strokes himself harshly, his cock growing harder every second.

Your body shifts next to him, a low grumble coming from your mouth as you shift in bed onto your side, your ass now completely facing him.

Spencer’s eyes widen seeing you move, he didn’t want to get caught stroking himself less than a few inches from where he wanted to be. He finally scoots closer to your body, resting his hands on your bare hip, your skin a little cold from the lack of bed sheet or clothing on you. He lines himself up with your entrance, slowly slipping in between your folds, not yet sliding in. He rubs the tip of his cock up and down you, finding you were already a bit wet.

Your whole body jumps a loud gasp filling the room which makes Spencer pull himself back. Your head turns quickly behind you to look at Spencer, a little glimmer of fear in your eyes. “What the fuck?” You whisper yell at him.

“I’m home. And I see you left a present for me.” He says, whispering in your ear. “Is this okay?” He asks, his hand moving down your thigh and lifting it slightly for easier access.

“I don’t know. I’m pretty annoyed you were so late. I’m kind of not in the mood anymore.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm as you cocked your eyebrow at Spencer.

He licks his lips, a smirk on his face appearing as he picks up on the little game you’re playing with him. “No? Well I think I have some apologizing to do.” Spencer says, moving the strap of your outfit out of his way, kissing up your shoulder and over to your neck.

Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his soft lips pecking at your skin, a low hum coming from deep within your chest.

“You know I missed my girl so much while I was gone.” He says, his hand traveling up the underside of your outfit all the way up your stomach and up to your breasts, kneading one in his large hands as he spoke in your ear. “I missed waking up to you.” Kiss. “Seeing your beautiful face.” Kiss. “Hearing those sexy moans about how good daddy makes you feel when I’m touching you.” Kiss. “And how wet you get without me even trying.” Kiss.

You were putty in his hands, the game of trying to be tough was no longer working, and Spencer was fully aware of it.

His hand leaves your breast and goes back down to between your legs, his fingers running over your inner thighs, intentionally skipping over your core.

You whine as his fingers tickle you, scooting your body back against him. “Spence.” You pathetically whine, taking his hand and leading it to your throbbing middle. You keep your hand on top of his as you feel him play with your slit, feeling all the wetness that was seeping out of you.

“You want me to touch you?” He asks, kissing the spot below your ear.

“Please, baby?” You beg, turning your torso enough to look at him, pouting your bottom lip out ever so slightly.

His fingers part your lips, finding your bud immediately and slowly drawing lazy circles around it. Your body reacts immediately, relaxing against his body as he massages you. Your hand moves back to tangle in his hair, pushing his head closer to yours, your lips meeting for the first time in 3 weeks. His fingers continue to work their magic, as you two heavily make out with one another; his tongue slipping into your mouth and yours into his.

Your body quivers as Spencer drops his fingers down to the pool of wetness between your legs, two of his fingers slipping inside.

You pull back from the kiss, gasping loudly. “Fuck.” Your eyes flicker to his face, your mouth agape.

“It amazes me how tight you are. I’ve been with you for almost 6 years and it’s always so amazing.”

You moan in response, not being able to form words at the moment.

The room is filled with the sounds of the wetness Spencer is drawing out of you and your breathy moans. Your high was coming quicker than anticipated, Spencer could feel it in your body and could see it in your face.

You cling onto his forearm, keeping him in place. Spencer liked to play games like denying you of your orgasms, but you weren’t going to let him this time. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you fought to keep them open but you were far too overstimulated at this point. The knot came undone as you clenched around his fingers, a string of curse words and desperate moans fall from your mouth as you ride your high out.

“That’s it. Good girl.” Spencer coos, still slowly drawing what you have left out as you try to regain your breath. He kisses your cheek and moves his fingers out of you carefully. “Do you want to taste?” He questions.

You roll over onto your back, nodding your head and grabbing his hand, bringing it up to your lips, and letting him slip his middle and ring finger in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers, sucking on them harshly.

Spencer looks at you in admiration as you look up at him with innocence in your eyes. “I love that I’m the only person that knows how much of a dirty girl you are.”

You open your mouth to let his fingers free, smiling at him. “And I like that I can be your dirty girl.” You say, wrapping your fingers in his curls and bringing his head down to kiss him. “Come here, I want to give you your welcome home celebration.” You say, moving him off of you.

“Normally I’m all for that, but I need to be in you. I’m not going to last long if you use your mouth.”

You sit up on the bed and get up onto your knees, pulling Spencer up to sit up too. You straddle his lap, cupping his face in your hands, rubbing both of your thumbs on his cheek, feeling a bit of stubble in his face. “You look tired, my love.”

Spencer smiles, wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest. “Not too tired to finish.”

You laugh, kissing him softly. “No? You can go all night? Multiple times?” You teasingly question.

“We can test that theory tomorrow. But right now, we have 3 weeks worth of tension we need to work out.”

“Can I ride you?” You ask.

“Be my guest. I like the view.” He smirks, laying back down against the mattress, his hands gripping both of your thighs.

You get into position, holding his cock steady while you lower yourself down slowly.

Spencer rolls his head back on the pillow, grunting loudly as he feels your tightness around himself. His hands move up your thighs and under your outfit to your hips, gripping them tightly.

You rest your hands on his chest to keep balance, slowly starting to rock your hips against him. Your eyes stay glued to him, watching how his lips were parted and light moans were falling from him. “Do you like that?”

Spencer nods his head, his eyes focusing on your chest bouncing up and down in rhythm of your movements on him. He was trying to focus on anything else in the world to prevent himself from cumming too early.

“Tsk, tsk… words baby.” You tease, scratching his chest with your nails. “You never don’t know what to say.”

“It’s cute when you try to be the one in control.”

“I know I’m cute. You tell me quite often.” You retort with a wide grin.

Your comment earns a laugh from him, playfully rolling his eyes at you. Spencer begins to buck his hips up quickly, taking you by surprise. His fingers move the straps down your shoulders, helping you move your arms out of the straps as you continue to move on top of him. He moves the top half of your outfit down under your chest, his hands like magnets and begins massaging your breasts.

“Fuck, daddy,” You whimper, holding his forearms as he fucks into you. “That’s so good, you’re so good.”

Spencer sits up, letting you take control again. His thumb finds your clit, starting to rub it slowly, his soft brown eyes watching you melt into his touch.

Your eyes roll into the back of your skull, small whimpers leaving your mouth. You lean your body forward and nuzzle your head into Spencer’s neck. You start to kiss his pale skin, raking your teeth against it.

“Mmm, fuck.” Spencer moans out, applying more pressure to your clit as he feels a small pinch on his neck. “You going to cum for me again, pretty girl?”

“Not yet.” You whine in his ear.

“I’m going to move you. I want to fuck you.” Spencer says, moving your body off of his, earning a whine from you as his cock leaves you. “Bend over for daddy.” He says, helping you lay flat on the mattress while your butt is in the air, facing him. “Mmm, you’re so pretty, my girl.” He says in a low voice, both of his hands kneading your ass.

You whine pathetically, pressing yourself against him. “Daddy, please.”

Spencer smiles, grabbing his cock and slowly sliding back inside you. “It’s cute when you try to take control, but even cuter when you’re a whiny mess.” His hand grips the back of your outfit to hold onto as he fucks you from behind. This was his absolute favorite way to have you because of how hard he could slam into you, but the reaction you gave was even better.

Your hand finds his wrist and holds onto it as he  thrusts into your dripping pussy. He could feel how you were coating his cock every time he drew himself back out of you. “I love your cock.” You mutter out.

“This is your cock, baby. You take it so fucking well.” He grunts out, now struggling to keep from exploding. Anytime you fully submitted to him, he was done for.

You had such a strong personality outside of the bedroom that most people wouldn’t believe you were submissive 9 times out of 10.

“Am I your good girl for taking you so well?” You question, looking behind you to look at Spencer with innocent eyes.

His heart and cock fluttered at both your question and your eyes, you always played the innocent card so well. He grabs all of your hair in his hand and gently pulls it back toward him, making you whimper again. “You’re always a good girl for me, my love.” He responds. “Such. A. Good. Girl.” He thrusts into you harshly with each word.

You start to rub your own clit, bringing your second orgasm to the surface for the second time tonight. “You’re going to make me-fuck-me cum. Don’t stop, please don’t stop, daddy.” You were gasping as you spoke, desperate for your release.

“Cum for me, let go my girl.” Spencer says, taking over for your fingers to help bring you to your height. He rubs you quickly, trying not to lose it before you.

Finally you feel your walls clench around his cock, both of you moaning loudly. You moan Spencer’s name along with multiple curse words as he continues to rutt into your sensitive hole.

Spencer pulls out quickly, rubbing himself as he feels his own climax coming to a head.

“No, come back. Put it back in me, please.” You whine, reaching behind you to find Spencer’s cock and lead it back into you.

“You want me to cum in you? You want it inside you?” Spencer groans, seconds away from losing it.

“Please. Cum in me, Spence.” You beg, meeting his thrusts.

Spencer thrusts one last time before he spills himself inside of you, his grip on your hips squeezing as you slowly stop throwing your hips back against him. “Fuck, you’re so good.” He whispers, his eyes shutting as he feels the tip of his cock tingle.

Both of you stay in place as you try to regain your composure. You can already feel your eyes flutter closed, heavy from being tired. Spencer finally pulls out of you, making you hiss and lay flat on the bed.

“Baby, come on, we gotta go clean you up.”

“No.” You whine, closing your eyes again.

“You need to use the bathroom and clean yourself up. We have this conversation every time you’re too tired to get up. Come here, I’ll help you.”

You poke your bottom lip out into a pout as you reluctantly get out of bed, holding Spencer’s hand as you walk into your bathroom together. He helps clean the mess inside you up with a wet towel before leaving you alone to use the toilet.

Once you’re all settled, you walk back into the bedroom, finding Spencer getting the bed ready for both of you to lay down. You wrap your arms around his waist and hug him from behind tightly. Spencer happily hums, reaching behind himself to touch your arm.

“I love you.” You say, giving him a squeeze.

“And I love you.” He says, pulling you around to give you a kiss on the lips. “Do you want to sleep?”

You nod your head, climbing into bed first and getting comfortable right away as you watch Spencer slide in next to you, laying on his side to face you.

You grin ear to ear, kissing his chin. “Hi baby.”

“Hi pretty girl. You good?” He questions, lightly touching your cheek. You lean into his touch and nod. “I’m perfect.”

Spencer brings you into his chest, his fingers rubbing small circles into your shoulder. “Yeah, you are perfect.”