#and fuck you if you’re silent about this as well

[cheralith]

a/n ; a continuation-not-really from this from more of kaiser's pov

childhood bestfriend!kaiser who tries to teach you soccer when he buys his soccer ball, but you’re so unbelievably bad at it, tripping over your own feet and not understanding how to maneuver them properly. kaiser doesn’t understand the extent of his teasing so he laughs and mocks you a little more than he should, (“wow, haha, how are you so horrible this!? it’s so simple!”) only for you to silently cry angry tears and telling him you don’t want to play anymore.

he panics, obviously, because he’s just made the only person that he gives a genuine fuck about in the world cry and he feels the ghost of his father watching over him when you glance back at him with teary eyes as you hide your face. a gut-wrenching fear twists inside him because the absolute last thing he wants to do to you is make you cry in a similar manner like his father to him, when he’d drunkenly slur out insults at his own child and barely registering what he said.

he’s heard the word before—“sorry”—but he’s never really gotten a grasp of its full depth until now. because now he knows what it’s like to stand on the other side of the line, and like clockwork, the moment the guilt registers fully in himself, he’s spewing the word like fire.

“i’m sorry… i didn’t mean it.”

“sorry, i was just teasing, i swear!”

“(y/n)… please look at me, i’m really sorry…”

your lip juts out when kaiser attempts to pull your shoulder in an effort to make you look at him. you sniff and finally gaze at him with reddened eyes and crystalline-line tears flowing down your face slowly.

“you mean it…?” you ask quietly, wiping your arm over your face.

kaiser nods profusely, hands shaking when another group of tears fall down as you blink slowly. “yeah. i’m super sorry, i was only joking… you’re not that bad…”

“‘that’ bad?” you question with furrowed brows.

“well, you’re not that good, to be fair,” he states without filtering himself, a flaw he has yet to realize he has. he takes note of your appalled look and quickly fixes himself up before you start crying again.

“b-but, i can teach you how to dribble so you don’t fall on your face again…” he mutters, kicking the dirt while avoiding your face to avoid letting more guilt seep into himself.

he peeks at you from the side of his hoodie and sees a soft grin on your lips, his shoulders relaxing. facing you, he sees that despite the tear-streaked cheeks and puffy eyes, you show him a smile that clearly forgives his apology. relief floods over him and he quickly picks up the soccer ball, placing it in front of you and telling you how to position yourself.

from that day on, kaiser had vowed to himself that the last thing he wanted to do to you was to make you cry. when the face of his father flashed across his mind as he saw a glimpse of himself when he stared at your crying face, he swore that in no universe would you ever have to emulate such pain from him out of all people. he’d be the one to wipe your tears, not cause them.

but after a few years long streak of upholding his self-vow, all things finally come to an end eventually, for the first time since he had gotten arrested, bailed out, and salvaged himself at bastard mündchen’s clubhouse to better his football skills, leaving you in the dust of your hometown without a word of where he was. he left you to worry about his whereabouts and his wellbeing for years, waiting and waiting for the day he returned to your father’s bakery back door step until you moved out to the city.

and now you stand before him, a few years older and wiser and more beautiful, in the subway, your eyes he had yearned to see for so long since his disappearance staring into his own…

… with a river of tears flowing from them.

[acynicalsweetheart]

DOWN IN A HOLE

pairing: dad!jimmy x fem!reader x uncle!curly

word count: 2.4k

dead dove do not eat: 18+, daddy-daughter incest, pseudo-incest, mild dub-con, coercion, daddy kink, breeding kink, age gap, double penetration, anal, sex, implied/referenced rape, very brief jimcurly cameo

author's note: wow this sucks LMFAO. umm first attempt at writing jimmy… assholes r not my typical area of expertise so. take it with a grain of salt. feel like he has an uncharacteristically big mouth here LOL. did not mean to make it this long it was originally a drabble… read cws + any interaction/feedback appreciated as always!!

“Jim... isn’t she your daughter?”

Curly’s dumbfounded, jaw dropped to the floor, standing in the middle of the dank motel room not knowing where he should look to remain respectful—Jimmy or his own flesh and blood in a flimsy lingerie set. 

Not exactly what he had in mind when Jimmy said he had a gift for him. 

This is all too fucking wrong, Jimmy’s your dad, you’re one thin and translucent piece of underwear away from standing completely naked in front of both of them, he’s got his arm wrapped around your shoulder like he’s your pimp. He wants Curly to fuck you. 

It’s sick and twisted and morbid and Curly’s dick is hard. 

“Yeah, so?” Jimmy pinches your cheek and you flinch ever so slightly, put on your best forced smile. “Never once said no to taking daddy’s dick, did you, baby?” 

You shake your head. 

(It’s a blatant lie—Jimmy remembers the bloodfest on the sheets your first time, the way you screamed dad, no and dad, stop at the top of your lungs. The way your face contorted, ugly sobbing turning your eyes swollen and puffy like your cunt, his cock coated in all sorts of questionable fluids by the time he was done with you.)

“See? All good here, man.” He says, shaking you a little by the grip on your shoulder. 

“Jimmy, I...” Curly pinches the bridge of his nose, rubs his forehead like he’s trying to assess if this entire thing is a dream or not. Would help alleviate the guilty boner in his pants by a little if it were. 

He peeks at you through the cracks of his fingers. 

“Come on,” Jimmy’s scowl returns in a second, gesturing to your body. “You’re really gonna reject her when she’s right in front of you? Thought you were better than that, Curly.”

It’s so wrong—Curly’s known you almost as long as he’s known Jimmy. He’s watched you grow up, babysat you, let you crash at his place, showed up to every one of your graduations because Jimmy couldn’t. He hung out with you just last week, for God’s sake. 

Curly’s dick twitches like it’s trying to escape his pants and fuck you on its own. 

Jimmy shrugs, starts undoing your top and letting it drop to the floor. He gropes your tits and bile burns in the back of Curly’s throat like ethanol. “Well, if you don’t want a piece, then you’re free to watch. Shame you gotta break my girl’s heart like this.”

“Jim, I’m not trying to—“

Jimmy pinches your nipple mechanically and you whine, stand there and take it like it’s a daily occurrence. “She’s been asking for you, you know.”

Curly falters, his heart dropping straight down to his ass, “she has?” 

“Yeah, won’t shut up about Uncle Curly’s dick, how much she likes you,” Jimmy scoffs, “how she wants you to take her second virginity.” Second virginity? 

“Really?” He smooths his hair back, sheepishly playing with the curls at the nape of his neck like a schoolgirl. 

Jimmy whispers something to you, sends you off to where Curly’s standing with a tap on the ass. You reach out for his hand to place it on your breast and he cups it gently, sneaking glances at Jimmy from behind you in case he changes his mind.

You speak for the first time tonight, “Uncle Curly.”

“Sweetheart,” he lowers his voice, “are you sure you—“

The bottoms of your lingerie set fall to the floor silently, sheer fabric sticky with what is presumably your slick. Curly gawks like an idiot, cheeks flaming hot, eyes raking up your legs until they meet your pussy. 

He thinks he hears Jimmy snicker in the background. 

You keep your eyes on Curly as you saunter to the bed, getting on all fours and arching your back low, spreading yourself open for your dad and your proclaimed uncle to behold. 

“Uncle Curly...” he makes eye contact with your spread holes, your pussy drooling onto the sheets, leaking down your thighs. “It’s okay, I want this,” you say with the enthusiasm of a sex ring traffickee. 

Fuck it. 

He looks over at Jimmy, takes a deep breath and complies. 

Stupid ol’ Curly. Falling for each and every one of his lies like he falls for gambling scams, and Jimmy’s the broke one here. 

Jimmy’s been in all of your holes. There isn’t a single square inch of your body that doesn’t have his fingerprints burned into it. What can he say? Jimmy made you so he owns you, simple as that. Took your anal virginity approximately a week after he took your actual one. The look on your face is welcomely ingrained into his mind, looked like you were one second away from biting the dust. 

You could be his sister, his mother, a clerk at the store or a street whore for all he cares—Jimmy would fuck you all the same. 

Curly should be grateful that Jimmy’s offering him a sweet piece of meat, his meat. It’s not every day somebody, let alone the grandiose Curly, gets an opportunity to stick his dick in Jimmy’s daughter. 

(More so every three days, when he needs some cash for a pack of smokes he’ll pimp you out to whoever. They pay higher when you’re dressed in white and wearing pigtails. Sick fucks.)

He lets Curly play with your pussy until enough’s enough, shedding his clothes and maneuvering you on top of him. Front to front with Jimmy ‘cause he doesn’t want you giving Curly your puppy eyes and making him all sappy, start feeling bad for you. Invoke some sort of saviour complex. 

The only saving you need is Jimmy’s dick—daddy knows best. Daddy fucks you the best. 

He’s simply being a good friend to Curly.

You shower Jimmy’s face in kisses and he whips his dick out, grabbing the fat of your cheeks till it spills past his fingertips. Gives you a couple spanks for good measure, makes you moan. 

“Such a filthy little slut, aren’t you? So wet for dad,” Jimmy slaps his tip against your entrance, sticky noises echoing throughout the room. You tilt your head as your breath hitches, looking at Jimmy like he forgot something. He resists the urge to roll his eyes, “and Uncle Curly.” 

Who is still fully fucking clothed by the way.

Wagging your ass at Curly, you giggle and look back at him, very likely giving him fuck-me eyes. It works, ‘cause he seems to get the hint that he should undress. This is exactly why Jimmy needs you facing himself and nobody else. 

Jimmy’s dick is harder than a rock, it’s not gonna sit there and watch you and Uncle Curly like some miserable third-wheel. The drop of pre running down the length of his shaft is all he needs to force himself into your tight cunt with a single push of his hips. 

“Daddy...” You whine like it hurts and Jimmy grins, makes him feel nostalgic.

The mattress dips when Curly gets on the bed, big ass fucking horse thighs trapping you and Jimmy beneath him. Nevermind the horse thighs, Curly has a fucking horse cock. Yeah, this is the first and last time he’s ever catering to your whims. 

Jimmy keeps thrusting up into you like he’s got something to prove. 

Curly’s cock pokes and prods at your tighter hole, takes a good minute for him to begin sliding inside and you yelp like you’re being impaled. Curly can’t be that big, you’re just putting on a show like Jimmy told you to. 

“Mm,” your teeth sink into your bottom lip, so pretty Jimmy’s grateful Curly can’t see your face right now. 

“Shh, it’s okay, baby.” Please. Curly wishes you were his baby. 

He feels Curly’s dick moving against his inside of you and it’s all very unsexy, but Jimmy will be damned if he’s gonna empty his balls elsewhere. Men have needs. Sometimes those needs happen to come in the form of fucking one’s daughter and Jimmy is completely fine with that. 

“Oh my,” your eyes flutter shut, pressing back against him, faking it till you’re making it. “Uncle Curly, you’re so big...”

Fondly, Curly chuckles, “I guess I am.”

You’re really laying it on thick, Jimmy didn’t tell you to do that. 

“Dad’s bigger, baby. Can’t you feel it?” He shoves your face into his neck, stretching you open with his pistoning hips like it’s the first time all over again. Your squeals come out muffled, voice vibrating against his skin. 

The way his tip bumps your fleshy cervix with every trust should be enough proof. Curly’s pace is slow and soft, he’s not even all the way in yet. Or maybe Jimmy really is bigger. 

“C’mon, Curls,” Jimmy pants, voice almost a growl as he tightens his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to his dampening body. “No time to be a pussy, you’re in her ass.” 

“Not a pussy, just... starting out slow.” Curly says calmly, gentlemanly—to no avail ‘cause you’re already cockdrunk. 

“Fuck her harder.” It’s a dare, a challenge, or a simple suggestion. He’s giving pointers to a significantly more well-adjusted peer. Jimmy says and Curly does nonetheless, he wonders if Curly would backflip off a building if Jimmy told him to. 

Finally, Curly picks up his pace, fucking your ass the way it’s meant to be fucked. The sound of skin slapping echoes throughout the room and for a moment, Jimmy is okay with this entire thing. 

“My girl likes it rough, dontcha, baby?” Jimmy asks, drilling himself as deep as he can go into your pussy. All you do is moan and whine—nonstop ‘cause they won’t let you have a second of air. “Yeah, you do.”

“Daaaad!”

“Fuck, dirty girl,” Jimmy grunts into your hair, hand on the back of your head forcing your face deeper into his neck where you’re making a mess of spit and snot and tears. “You like dad’s cock that much, huh?”

He doesn’t ask about Curly’s cock, if Jimmy wants to know if you like Curly’s cock then Uncle Curly will have to ask you himself. Seems too preoccupied with holding back his moans, though. 

Your whines come out choppy, muffled by Jimmy’s neck, every jackhammer into your sloppy cunt and ass punching the wind right out of you.

“That’s right,” Jimmy makes eye contact with Curly, fucking you even harder to assert dominance, dick-to-dick and ball-to-ball with his best friend. Your walls clamp down around him, “so go on, cum on it. You know you wanna.”

You shake and thrash in his hold, legs twitching as you mumble incoherently. Jimmy feels your body go still, gushing bursts of squirt all over the place, soaking everyone and everything in sight—orgasm hitting you like a tsunami. 

He fucks you through it. 

You must’ve been squeezing real tight around Curly as well, ‘cause he falls on top of you and Jimmy, hands gripping the sheets next to Jimmy’s head like they’re the ones fucking. Curly’s mouth is hanging open, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. A drop of his sweat lands on Jimmy. 

It’s disgusting how much he looks like a fucking playboy bunny, straight out of a raunchy magazine page. For a second, this intrusive image passes through Jimmy’s head—his dick buried to the hilt inside of Curly instead of you. 

He feels his balls tightening and he wants to kill himself right then and there. 

“Gonna take daddy’s cum?” 

“Such a good girl, sweetheart,” sunshine boy chimes in, like he’s been reading Dirty Talk 101 during the time they’ve been two-manning you, “take it, take both of our loads.” 

“Y’hear that? Gonna take Uncle Curly’s load deep in your ass, huh?” Jimmy keeps his noises down in his throat, struggling to not groan at the way you have a fucking death grip on his dick. “And daddy’s in your pussy?”

Yes, yes, yes—

Jimmy fucks you hard, rough, mean. He keeps going till he shoots his cum deep in your cunt, till he feels Curly stiffening up, following suit with his orgasm and a loud ass fucking moan while he’s at it. Grand exit. 

Curly presses a quick kiss to your head before pulling out of you with a sloppy pop! and flopping down next to you and Jimmy. 

Jimmy stays inside of you, feeling his own cum dripping down his length. You’re lying boneless on his chest, mascara ruined, staining your cheeks—face the perfect aftermath of a good, thorough fucking. 

You and Curly gaze at each other lovingly, reaching out your hands to intertwine your fingers like Jimmy isn’t right there. He’d cuck Curly here and now if his nicotine addiction wasn’t wearing him out. 

You all stay like that for a while, panting and wondering what you’re supposed to make of this. 

You’re out like a light, naked and alone in bed with two thick, white creampies dripping out of your holes, soaking the sheets. 

They step outside, Curly shuts the door carefully and Jimmy lights a cigarette, shoe against the wall as he leans on it. 

Curly’s hands are shoved in his denim pockets, curls still damp and sweaty as his head hangs low. He tilts his head back then, watches Jimmy smoke for a minute.

“So,” Curly breaks the silence between them, speaking over the chirps of the cicadas in the night. “That was... uh...”

Is he going to acknowledge the fact that they fucked Jimmy’s daughter or the subtly homoerotic undertones of it? 

“Don’t talk,” he blows a cloud of smoke straight into Curly’s face when he opens his mouth, makes Curly stifle a cough and Jimmy a chuckle. “Gonna need some money to get out of town for a while.” It’s part true and partly ‘cause Jimmy let him have a go at you. 

“Yeah.” Curly rubs his chin thoughtfully, reaching for his wallet and plucking out a few bills, “yeah, of course.”

Jimmy grabs the cash, crumpling them with his sweaty hands as he walks off. He cranes his neck to salute Curly goodbye, gets a nod back and that’s that. 

Trucker cap on and pick-up engine revving, he takes off. To where? Jimmy doesn’t know. Away. Crawl out of one hole and into another. You’re Curly’s responsibility for the moment. Checked in on his behalf.

Jimmy knows Curly won’t tell. 

[domm1etae]

riding mingi after the show

the second mingi walked into your shared hotel room, his hair damp from the post-show shower and a towel slung around his neck, you knew exactly where the night was heading. he didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes dragged over you—sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him like you had nowhere else to be.

"you didn’t come to the afterparty," he said, his voice low and rough, still carrying that adrenaline-fueled edge from the stage. he dropped the towel onto the back of a chair, leaning against the doorframe with that cocky smirk that made your stomach flip.

"didn’t feel like sharing," you shot back, biting your lip as you met his stare. "thought maybe i’d get the private encore."

his smirk deepened, sharp and full of heat, as he crossed the room in a few quick strides. "oh, you’ll get it," he muttered, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the bed until you were flush against him. "you just better keep up, baby."

before you could answer, his lips crashed into yours, hot and demanding, his hands roaming over your hips and under your thighs. you gasped when he bit down on your bottom lip, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he pressed you back against the bed.

"fuck, you’ve been on my mind all night," he rasped, pulling back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown with lust as his fingers hooked into your panties, sliding them down your legs. "kept thinking about this—how you’d look riding me, moaning my name."

"then stop thinking and let me," you whispered, your breath hitching as you reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them down just enough to free him.

he groaned, his hands gripping your thighs as you straddled him, the heat between your bodies making you both shiver. "you’re so fucking impatient," he muttered, but there was no bite to it—just pure need as he lined himself up, his tip brushing against you.

"can’t help it," you replied, sinking down onto him slowly, your nails digging into his shoulders as you adjusted to the stretch. "been waiting for this all night."

his head tipped back, a low groan rumbling from his chest as you started to move, your hips rolling against him. his hands gripped your waist, guiding your movements as his teeth caught his bottom lip, his eyes glued to the way you took him.

"shit," he hissed, his head falling forward to rest against your shoulder. "you feel so good—fuck, just like that, baby."

the way he filled you had your mind spinning, your moans growing louder with each bounce of your hips. his lips found your neck, teeth grazing over your skin before sucking a mark just above your collarbone, and the sensation only spurred you on.

"mingi," you whimpered, your voice shaking as his hands slid down to your ass, squeezing hard as he thrust up to meet you. "you’re so—fuck—"

"perfect," he groaned, his pace quickening, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. "you’re fucking perfect—taking me so well. you don’t even know what you do to me."

you could feel yourself unraveling, the heat building in your core as his hands tightened their grip, his lips trailing down your chest. "come on, baby," he rasped, his voice strained. "let go for me. i wanna feel you."

his words sent you over the edge, your body trembling as you cried out his name, and the way you clenched around him had him following seconds later, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as he buried himself deep, his grip on you unrelenting.

the room fell silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing, your bodies tangled together as you both tried to catch your breath. mingi pressed a lazy kiss to your temple, his fingers tracing slow circles on your waist.

"guess you really did want that private encore," he muttered, a breathless laugh escaping his lips.

you grinned, brushing your fingers through his damp hair. "and you didn’t disappoint."

[arkhamsbrat]

𝜗𝜚 — gk! jason todd x civilian reader

jason todd likes when you’re mad at him because he knows it’s one of the few things he can fix. he can push, and push, and push and he knows you won’t leave because you do it right back. you two do it a lot, a sort of test for each other. constantly searching for the last straw that would never be found. it could be messy sometimes, other times you two were just passive aggressive and snippy.

tonight was one of those snippy nights.

he came home after patrol frustrated.boots stomping against the old wood of your apartment. you’d tried to be extra sweet, slid your hands along his shoulders so you could take his jacket off. “wanna talk about it, baby?” he let out a sharp sigh, shoulders tensing. “hands off.”

no petname. that should be the least of your concern. you freeze, left eye twitching lightly. theres a mental attempt of trying to remind yourself he just had a bad night. it’s been rough on him lately. working nightly to figure out what the hell is going on with his dad? you’d be on edge too.

still. who had dinner (breakfast, technicallly.) sitting in the microwave for him? and he can’t even ask nicely for some space?

maybe your friends were right. you sound like an old married couple.

none of your mental battles stopped the equal snip in your tone. “got it.” you moved to the kitchen, filling his water bottle and setting it on the table a little too hard. it wasn’t that you did it on purpose, but he only realized he was being a dick when you did it right back. you moved silently to your shared bedroom. well, apart from the aggressive slam of the door.

the plan? sit on the edge of the bed and ignore him until he said sorry.

jason is fucked up though. he loves when you slam the door, but he doesn’t hear the click to lock it. he knows he’s supposed to follow and lean against the door, head tilted as he shoots those damn puppy dog eyes at you.

“sweetheart?” he said quietly, cutting the silence cause he can see the gears in your head start turning to blame yourself. “i shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

fuck him. fuck that stupid voice. fuck that he knew exactly what was going on in your head. and fuck that you knew it mirrored his panic.

you tried to stop him from making himself the bad guy. the tone in his voice easily picked apart by your expert “jason todd listening ears”. your boyfriend already thought he was a monster, you can’t be another reason he believed that. “you’ve had it rough for a few weeks, i get it.” you didnt mean for your tone to sound so dry, but he was right. he shouldn’t have. he’s been a huge prick.

he scoffed at you. you pretended to miss the eye roll. he kneels down in front of your perch on the edge of the bed, small smirk pulling at his lips. “c’mon, you know better.”

“you’ve been a jackass.” you admitted quietly, not wanting to come off as too harsh. “there it is.” he rested his chin on your thigh. “i’m sorry, baby. you didn’t do anything, except be really helpful when i get home.” he pressed tiny kisses on your skin between every word. “lemme make it better?”

who are you to deny him?

[thebigbadbatswife]

Morning Glory

Pairing - Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Summary - It’s the morning after you and Bruce confessed your love for one another and there’s only one thing on his mind.

Warnings - 18+ ONLY. Established Relationship, Age Gap, Older Man/Younger Woman, Explicit Sexual Content, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Morning Sex, Fluff, Bruce's POV

A/N - Part of the same 'verse as Sippin' on Sunshine but both fics are complete standalones from each other so you don't have to read that one first.

Word Count - 2.7k

When Bruce wakes up, he finds you already wide awake. You’re sitting up in bed, scrolling through your phone like he might read the newspaper at the kitchen table. He lays there for a moment, simply admiring your sleepy, dishevelled state. You’ll resist him if he ever says it outloud, insisting that you don’t because how can you when your hair is a mess and you have no makeup on, but he thinks you look absolutely radiant. 

“We made the front page again,” you tell him. Not even bothering to look up from the screen in front of you.

He sighs as he rolls onto his back and stretches, which is followed by a series of loud cracks and pops from his back and joints. It’s just another reminder of his age and all of the damage he’s done to his body over the years. As he shifts in the bed to sit up, he becomes aware of how tight his pyjama pants feel.

“What did we do this time?” he asks, settling his back against the headboard. You hand him your phone so that he can see the article. It’s a picture of the two of you from late last night. You’re straddling his lap in the car and kissing him. It’s right after you told him that you loved him for the first time. His brow furrows. Even in the middle of the night, where the streets are devoid of life, neither of you can get any privacy outside of him locking you away in a bedroom.

The headline reads: “Way more than a PR stunt.” As soon as he sees the writer, he relaxes a little. Lois Lane. Though he knows he can trust her, he still skims through the article to see what she’s written. The entire article is written in defence of your relationship and even goes as far to debunk some of the things other articles have said. He’s going to have to send her a gift basket. A big one at that.

“At least it’s the Daily Planet and not the Gazette,” he says. 

“Oh no, they posted an article as well,” you reply. 

Bruce huffs. “Let me guess, Vicki?” 

“No, it was Ryder this time.”

He huffs again. “Of course it was,” he mutters. He’s really starting to get sick and tired of all of them. 

He sets your phone down onto the nightstand, switching it to silent and placing it screen down. Before you can ask him what he’s doing, in one fluid movement, he’s dragging you down the bed and pinning you to it, fingers entwinning with yours as he holds your hands above your head. 

“I’ll call my lawyers later. For now though, I have something else on my mind.”

Bruce rolls his hips, letting you feel his morning wood press up against you. You gasp as your hips buck, creating friction that has his breath stuttering. Apparently he’s not the only one who’s woken up with a problem that needs addressing.

“Last night you were fretting about your age, yet here you are. Ready to ravage me and you’ve barely been awake five minutes,” you laugh softly.

Bruce hums as he nuzzles his face against you, just under your jaw before starting to press soft kisses to your neck. “How can I resist when I’m waking up to such a beautiful woman?” 

He pulls away and you look at him like you don’t quite believe him. Before you can try and argue against him, he’s pressing his lips against yours. Any protest of his compliment dies on your tongue as you moan into the kiss. As you two kiss, you hook one of your legs over his hip and pull him more flush against you, grinding your groin against his.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, his cock twitching in his pyjama pants.

“I’m hoping we will,” you reply, breathlessly.

“Oh, we’re not leaving this room today.”

He untwines his fingers from yours so that he can pull your shirt off. In reality it’s actually one of his shirts, but you love to steal them from him and he’s not complaining. You look damn good in his clothes, though you look even better with nothing, but some expensive jewellery on. He chucks it to the side, not caring where it falls, and his head ducks down and his mouth is already closing around one of your nipples. He swirls his tongue around the hardened bud before gently tugging on it with his teeth. The action has you gasping as your fingers run through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. He groans again, enjoying the feeling of your nails.

He litters your chest with lovebites before repeating his actions with your other breast. You won’t be wearing anything super revealing for a while. Or maybe you still will. Show off to the world who you belong to. If he ever lets you out of this bed ever again.

Bruce loves the way that you respond to him. Back arching into his touch, fingers buried in his hair, tugging ever so slightly as the softest gasps and moans leave you. Those sweet noises of yours will only grow with his head buried between your legs. That thought has him releasing your nipple and trailing kisses down your body. 

When he reaches you underwear, he smiles. The growing, dark, wet patch on the crotch evidence of how aroused you are. He inhales your scent deeply before licking a bold stripe against your clothed cunt. The taste of you soaked into the fabric has his cock throbbing with the need to be buried deep inside of you. 

Ignoring your protests, he rips your underwear off of you and discards the ruined material somewhere off to the side. You get over the ruined garment pretty quickly, spreading your legs wider and showing off your glistening pussy. Bruce swallows thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing. He settles between your legs, hands coming up to hold your hips, getting ready to dive in and devour you. He’ll have you screaming his name in no time.

A knock at the door stops him right before his mouth comes into contact with you. Irritation flares through him and glares over his shoulder, at the door. At least, whoever it is, has the decency to knock and wait.

“What is it?” he calls, his voice sharp as he refuses to hide his irritation at being interrupted.

“Mr Kent is here. He says it’s important,” Alfred’s voice calls through the door. “And I’m afraid he isn’t going to take no for an answer.”

Bruce sighs. He’s been ignoring every text and call from him all weekend so he could be with– he had promised no interruptions– so he probably should have expected this. Still, if it’s not his public persona ruining things, it’s his mask. Sitting up, you cup his face and bring him close to you, your lips just barely brushing against his own.

“Ten minutes?” you ask.

It’s not the morning, or day, he imagined the two of you having, but it’s better than leaving you both wound up all day. He’s still going to be making it up to you later though and he already has plenty of ideas on how.

“I’ll be down in fifteen,” he calls back.

“Of course, sir. I’ll let him know.”

As Alfred’s steps retreat and eventually fade into nothing, Bruce pins you to the bed again. As he kisses you, you’re shifting beneath him. Your legs coming up to either side of his hips and your toes hooking into the waistband of his pyjamas so that you can shove them down. Finally freeing his cock from its clothed prison. He helps you get rid of them the rest of the way and then he’s spreading your legs further. He grips the base of his cock and rubs the head through your folds, coating himself in your slick. Even going as far as to tease your clit which has you sharply inhaling. Then he’s burying himself inside of you, right down to the hilt in a single thrust. The moan that leaves you is loud. Loud enough that Bruce is sure that it could be heard from well beyond the confines of the bedroom, even without super hearing.

It takes everything within him not to immediately start moving. His mind focused on giving you the time you need to adjust to his size. No matter how many times you take him, he’s still a lot for you and the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. You have other ideas though. You’re too impatient to wait for him this morning so you roll your hips, doing your best to fuck yourself on his cock. It makes holding himself back almost impossible.

“Brucie, please move,” you whine softly. Slowly getting frustrated with his lack of movement.

You always ask him so sweetly. Even without a time limit, how could he ever refuse you? The pace he sets to start with is a slow one. Dragging his cock along the inside of your sensitive walls, relishing in the way they flutter around him as a now quiet moan leaves your parted lips. That moan grows a little louder when he pushes back in. 

His pace grows a little bit each time that he pushes back in. Low groans leaving him, matching your moans. Your hot, wet cunt feels amazing wrapped around him, turning his brain to mush. Not enough though that he’s completely lost himself in the feeling of you. Well, not yet anyway. Give it some time and he’s sure he will.

Soon enough the sounds of skin against skin fill the room, alongside the squelching of your pussy every time he roughly thrusts back inside, growing louder and louder. You mewl beneath him, your cunt squeezing him tighter than before, drawing deep, throaty groans from him, desperately trying to stop him from leaving your warmth. With the way that you’re gripping him like a vice, he knows that he’s not going to last much longer.

“Fuck,” Bruce growls. He pulls away so he can hike your legs up onto his shoulders. The new angle has your eyes rolling into the back of your head as his cock reaches impossible deeper inside of you; turning you into a babbling mess.

He knows that you’re getting close to coming undone. After all, he knows your body like the back of his hand and he can see, and feel, all the telltale signs. The stuttering of your breathing, the tensing of your muscles, the way that your pussy squeezes him more and more, making it harder for him to pull out each time. All you need now is a little push over the edge that you’re teetering on. His thumb presses against your puffy clit, doing his best to rub it in time with his thrusts.

His name leaves you in a sob as your body clamps down on him, your cunt gushing around his cock as your orgasm soaks the sheets beneath you. The sight awakens something inside of him. Something almost primal. His pace slows only for a moment as his eyes become glued to your pussy, taking in the sight of your how your lower lips now glisten with your squirt. 

That moment ends as quickly as it started. As soon as his eyes break away from your pussy and come up to see the half lidded, fucked out expression on your face, he snaps out of his trance. His pace comes back tenfold, starting to fuck you harder and deeper than you would have thought possible. Not even giving you a chance to recover from your first orgasm as he has you headed straight toward the next one.

You’re a ball of oversensitivity, your back arching off of the bed and tears spilling from your eyes as you mewl his name. Whilst Bruce knows that he is completely and utterly pussydrunk. He’s known it for a while, how deep he is under your spell. His pace has completely lost whatever rhythm it once had. Uncoordinated and sloppy as he ruts into you, his cock growing harder and his balls getting tighter, ready to fill you to the brim.

He has half a mind to stay right here. Ignore Clark and spend the day doing what he had intended to begin with. Which involves him staying buried inside of you, keeping you stuffed with his cock and cum. If the previous weekend is anything to go by, it’s certainly something that you would not only enjoy, but deep down crave. Honestly, he craves it as well. 

His thumb stays pressed against your clit as he moves forward, almost folding you in half, so that he can kiss you. The kiss is supposed to be passionate, but ends up being sloppy and messy. It’s all tongue and teeth, but both of you are too far gone to actually care.

Your orgasm takes you both by surprise. Your moans are swallowed by Bruce as the feeling of your cunt clenching around his cock, doing it’s best to milk him of every drop he has to offer, sends him over the edge with you. His own moan is deep and guttural as he keeps thrusting, pushing his cum deeper inside of you, like he’s trying to make sure it takes. 

Just as it starts to become painful for him, Bruce slumps against you, letting your legs fall off of his shoulders and back down by his side; his head coming to rest against your chest. The only sound now in the bedroom is yours and Bruce’s heavy breathing as you both come down from your highs.

You run your fingers through his hair as he presses soft kisses down the valley of your breasts and underneath them. He sighs softly, enjoying the feeling of your nails gently scratching his scalp.

Slowly, and gently, he pulls out of you and rolls off of your body, to lay down by your side. Bruce’s fingers entwin with your own once more and he brings your hand up to his mouth so that he can press a kiss to the back of it. 

His reluctance to leave has you giggling. The sound brings a smile to his face. He is being rather childish in the way that he’s dragging this out. Acting like he might never see you again once he leaves this room. Which, honestly, could be true depending on what Clark has come here to discuss. He shoves the thought away, deciding he doesn’t want to think about that right now.

“I’ll still be here when you get back,” you tell him. You free your hand from his grasp so that you can roll onto your front. Draping a leg over his body, you lean up to kiss him. It’s gentle and sweet, just like you are. When you pull away, he chases after your lips, which has you giggling again.

“Go and save the world and when you come back–” you move forward more and press your lips to his ear– “I’ll do whatever you want.” 

Bruce chuckles as his hand comes down to playfully swat you ass. You gasp and playfully hit his chest. It only encourages him as he gives your ass a squeeze as he rubs his nose against your own.

“You should be careful making such promises, princess,” he says, his voice low. “It might come back to bite you.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you reply cheekily. 

Bruce hums as he makes a move to kiss you again. In that exact moment there is a series of knocks at the bedroom door. These ones are louder and rougher. If they were a little bit harder they might forcibly remove the door from its hinges. He grumbles as you pull away and move off of him.

“You should probably go before your friend breaks the door down.”

“If he does that he can pay for it,” Bruce mutters, glaring at the door. He turns his attention back to you. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

He’s already running through the different ways that he can do that in his head. At the top of the list is another getaway, but perhaps for a week instead of just a weekend. He just needs to find someone to look after the city while he’s gone.

[seeingivy]

at this point i know you know it’s gonna be eren. x fuck you if i can't have us. but what if it’s like a criminal minds!au and y/n x eren are coworkers and in a forbidden relationship (at this point my fingers are just crossed u like criminal minds too and get that i am YEARNING for a spencer reid x i can see you type of thing) omg this is so fun u are a genius btw

sending you roses and kisses and hugs

fuck you if i can't have us x eren jaeger

**part of my tortured poets concert event

--

“do you have any fun plans this weekend?” 

you swivel back from your computer, abruptly stopping the speed of your chair with the heels of your shoes to catch sasha and connie draped across the closest desk desk – two fresh, steamy cups of coffee in their hands. the looks on their face betray the innocent imposition and you shoot the two of them a polite smile, before shaking your head. 

you can tell the not so innocent question has now piqued the interest of eren, who’s sitting three desks away, and very indiscreetly peeking over the monitor of his computer.  you shoot him a look of recognition, one that has his head ducking back under the monitor, before you turn back to the two of them. 

 “are you free on saturday?” connie asks. 

“i could be. depends on the plan. the company…” 

connie narrows his eyes at you, beckoning for an explanation. 

“the company?” connie asks. 

“that’s right.” 

“who said anyone else is going to be there?” sasha asks.

you click your pen in your hand twice, before twisting it between your fingers. 

“you’ve approached me hours before the end of my shift and inquired about my weekend plans. the last three times you’ve done that, you’ve inadvertently tried to set me up with your friend – jean, was it? – in a series of group hangouts, where i’ve somehow been isolated with him alone for at least an hour. two of those times, he was the one to drive me home, in which he spent a painstaking amount of time asking me about myself, far outside of normal curiosity. now that you’ve settled on what i’m assuming is your version of an easy introduction, at least enough to pique my interest, you’re now going to propose that i go out to dinner with him alone.” 

connie lets out an unwavering groan, accompanied by sasha’s boisterous laugh, as you lean back against your desk. 

“i’ll do twenty bucks that you were going to suggest italian.” you add. 

“how could you possibly know that?” connie groans. 

“that’s why i’m the detective and not you.” you offer. 

sasha gives him a consolation pat on the back, one that he immediately shoves off in disgust. 

“i’ll go one step further. our beloved junior detective here has zero interest in your friend – jean, was it? – but just entertains whatever weekend plans you seem to spring on her from a lack of good, stable friendships in her life.” 

you turn towards eren, who has now materialized at your side, a stray hand strewn across the back of your chair, and an unmistakably pleased look on his face from the chuckles he’s earned from sasha and connie from his comments. you narrow your eyes at him.

“really?” you ask. 

eren shrugs. 

“all signs point to yes. the only reason that you’ve been free three weekends in a row, to entertain such plans, is because you haven’t had any other ones. and loneliness spurs us to entertain even the most tiresome pursuits.” 

you roll your eyes at eren, unnerved by the very pleased look in his eyes, as you turn back towards connie. 

“well, the latter part of that statement i can actually agree with. i’ve had far too many tireless pursuits recently.” 

you watch as eren’s eye twitches, something you silently relish in, before turning back to connie. 

“you can tell jean that i’m free for italian at seven tomorrow. he can pick me up from my apartment.” 

you can feel eren’s grip on your chair tighten, certain that he’s trying to mitigate his immediate reflex to go slack jawed at your words, as connie and sasha rush out of the room, presumably running for their phones. the second they’re down the hall, you look up at eren – who’s shooting pinpoint needles into your forehead – his glare steely. 

“what the hell?” 

“i have a lack of good, stable friendships. far too many tireless pursuits. i could at least go for a free dinner. maybe get a kiss at the end of the night if i’m lucky.” you murmur. 

you watch as eren darts his eyes around the room quickly, before bending down and pressing a swift kiss to your lips, just long enough for you to feel the warmth simmering off of his cheeks. you’re quick to push him off, before reaching up and smearing the glitter of your lipstick off of his face. 

“i do recall you telling armin and mikasa that i was an arrogant virgin two hours ago.” he notes. 

“do you want to get fired? erwin is three doors down.” you whisper. 

“no. let’s get italian. tomorrow. i know you’re free.” he jests. 

you shake your head at him. 

“no can do. i have plans.” 

eren reaches for your wrist, his fingers warm on your pulse point, as he beckons for you to lean against him. 

“sweetheart.” 

“oh?” 

“i was teasing. you know that.” 

“so you can dish it but you can’t take it back?” 

eren narrows his eyes at you. 

“it’ll be funny if you promise me that you won’t go to dinner with whoever this jean character is.” 

“well, i’ll do that when you actually decide to take me out instead of doing…whatever this is.”

eren squeezes your wrist in his grasp, eyes uncharacteristically earnest, as he pulls you immediate closer, enough to teeter your balance. you place your hands out in front of you, firm on your shoulders as you narrow your eyes at him. 

“eren.” 

“how serious are you being? if you recall, we’re not dating because of you.” he murmurs. 

“well, i’m dead serious now. i…i just get tired of sneaking around. i got over the fact that our job is dangerous, that it ties us together in ways that aren’t good sometimes. and i like you, i don’t know how you feel about it, i just…” 

“i like you.” he interrupts, almost demanding. 

“then, do something about it. i’m tired of doing this in between thing, i understand why we do, but…i’m willing to take the risk. otherwise, i don’t know.” 

eren gives you a thoughtful nod. 

“and if i don’t?” he whispers. 

you shrug. 

“well, fuck you if i can’t have us.” 

--

“y/n. this is hitch.” 

you look up from your computer, quickly closing out the last of your tabs, to find eren peering over your monitor, a short girl standing at his side – with an almost bored expression on his face. 

“is this the girl from the sequencing lab?” you ask. 

eren shakes his head. 

“she’s from human resources.” eren states. 

you narrow your eyes at him. 

“are you filing a complaint against me as a joke?” you ask. 

eren shakes his head. 

“you just need to sign….” 

eren pauses, before quickly taking the papers from hitch, and pointing to the three highlighted lines on the paper. 

“there, there, and there. we can’t go on a date, in good faith, before declaring our relationship to hitch first.” 

“you’re serious?”

“sign them quickly. you can question my intentions at dinner because the office closes in…eight minutes.” 

you put your hands up in defense, quickly signing all three lines, before eren takes the papers – shooting hitch one last smile – before running down the hall. hitch shoots you a polite grin, before crossing her hands over her chest. 

“i leave work early on fridays. and i was on my way out, before your…boyfriend over there gave me a very impassioned speech about italian food and seizing the moment and then offered me a giftcard to the coffee shop on the corner to stay here and draw up the papers. he’s very keen on doing things right, not jumping through hoops and all that. it would be very adorable if it didn’t mean i had to push my own dinner plans.” 

you shoot her a smile, one that barely conceals your own excitement, before reaching for your own purse. you can find a similar gift card, one that eren spared you two weeks prior as a gift, and extend it out to her. 

“i’m sorry. he can be very razor focused when he sets his mind to one thing. here’s another gift card.” 

hitch shoots you a smile, as she takes the card. 

“i can tell.”

[bewaryofpity]

jack loves dry humping and you can’t convince me otherwise.

i think he wouldn’t let you on it straight away, maybe he’s a bit embarrassed about it because every time you roll your hips against his during foreplay, he needs to concentrate so he doesn’t get hard too fast and risk coming too soon.

but you love it just as much. you love when he gets all whimpery, when he grips at your hips while you grind on him almost to slow you down, when you kiss down his chest and he blushes so hard, when his cock twitches at your barely there touches. and that twitch against your core drives you insane.

you’re sitting on jack’s bed after having spent the entire morning out on the lake with his friends and brothers, and you wanted to fit a nap in your schedule since you haven’t really had time alone for yourselves. and well, when you have been walking around in skimpy bikinis, only a shirt covering your body if he was lucky, it was only a matter of time before jack couldn’t take it anymore and needed to relieve himself.

it did start as an innocent nap, but having you wrapped in his arms, ass touching his crotch, his hand travels up your chest on his own, fingers subtly grazing your nipples, was his breaking point. and when he feels your buds getting hard he knows you’re hooked.

“jack”

“y/n”

“hands off” but of course he doesn’t, instead he chuckles before turning you to face his front. his hands palm at you back and consequently bringing you closer to him, your chests touching through the thin fabric of your shirt and he starts placing small, delicate kisses on your neck.

“you’re always so horny”

“can you blame me when you look like an angel in this red bikini?”

“i hate you. we don’t have time anyway”

“i just need five minutes, baby” he says, offering you a cheshire smirk as one of his hands moves down to your ass, groping it, and then hooking your leg over his hip. you roll your eyes at his actions, but you cave in anyway, and push at his chest until he’s lying on his back and you get to straddle his lap.

his hands find your hips instantly, holding you down firmly while he sits up to put his lips onto yours in a heated kiss. his tongue laps at your mouth like a starved man and he’s so turned on his hips jerk upwards involuntarily, trying to alleviate the ache in his pants. you moan in his mouth as you feel his cock poking at your entrance through your bikini.

you don’t even think about untying his shorts or moving your swimsuit to the side, grinding on him like this feels so much better right now. you’re slow with your movements, just trying to feel his dick print sliding through your covered folds. and the sound his mouth makes as he trails down your neck, leaving wet kisses behind makes you more wet than you already are. as he bites at the valley of your neck, a loud moan escapes your lips, halting your movements.

you wait a second before resuming your actions, but this time you push at jack’s chest and his back makes contact with his bed. you bite at the collar of your shirt to suppress your moans when you begin to move your hips again, this time with more pressure and eagerness to satisfy the warmth in your stomach.

he looks at you through hooded eyes in awe, his hair is sprawled out on the pillow, messy and a bit dry from the lake water of this morning’s swim. the smirk on his lips is soon replaced by his mouth opening in a silent moan as the tip of his cock bumps with your clit, and you bite tightly into the hem of your shirt to stop any sound coming out your way. jack reaches up to remove your shirt and replace it with his fingers, pushing firmly against your tongue, and you suck on them eagerly.

and when he looks down where his hips meet yours, he sees the wet patch on his swim trunks, a mix of your arousal that keeps pooling and dripping from your core, and his precum, and he’s brought to the edge.

“fuck, wait” he breathes, but you don’t stop because he’s helpless beneath you, fingers leaving your mouth to grab at your hips, trying to slow your movements, and it just feeds into your arousal.

“just a bit more, jack, please” and you’re so close, his cock is twitching underneath you, your entrance is throbbing around nothing, and you can’t help but roll your hips faster, your orgasm imminent.

with one last bump of your clit against his aching tip you come, a desperate whine falling for your lips. jack is not far behind, reaching his own peak after a few more of your strokes, and he bites at his bottom lip to suppress a groan, but it comes out anyway as his cum oozes on the surface of his trunks.

you keep your movements steady, a bit slower now that your legs are aching and trembling post bliss, trying to milk every last drop out of him, turning you on even more as you see his cum spreading all over your inner thighs.

“we should do this more often” he says out of breath.

“what, making you cum in your pants like a teenager?”

“oh shut up, you’re no better”

you laugh at his teasing and his blushed cheeks, your hands feeling up his chest before you lean down to press a fleeting kiss to his lips, his hand coming up to hold you there, unable to part from you just yet.

[fmle-drven]

When the task force finds out you’re covered in tattoos…….

POV: the boys had no idea you’re shoulders down covered in tattoos. To your surprise, they’re reaction was rather unexpected

Context: female reader, tattoos, mentions of suggestive piercings, suggestive dialogue

—————————————————————————-

You weren’t quite or shy by any means, personality Wise. You were always bubbly, cracking jokes, even flirting a little bit to just see the boys get flustered. You were also the only woman on the task force. You wanted to keep up your “girl next door” persona as long as you could. That’s why you always wore gloves, long sleeves, and long cargo pants. You didn’t want the boys to see you with all these tattoos and treat you differently. They always talked about how they loved girly, frilly girls. And you were by far not girly or frilly.

One night, John invited you out with the boys to the local bar. You were hesitant at first, but realized this may be the last round of drinks with these men before your upcoming mission. You enter the bar in your hoodie and gloves. Scanning the room, you find the boys laughing and patting one another on the back already a few drinks deep. Walking over nervously, you crack a smile to each one of them. It was suffocating in this bar. Cigarette smoke hazed your vision, too many bodies to count adding to the musky heat of the room.

“Aye, there’s our wee lil lamb” Johnny slurs as he throws a coaster your way.

“Glad ‘t see ya joined us” Ghost speaks, you can see a crack of a smirk under his mask.

Your drink ends up in front of you and you start to chug. The cool ice of the drink cooling you down as you begin to sweat from the humidity. You don’t know how long you’re going to last.

“ is it hot in here or is it just me?” You practically pant. Looking around to try to find the restroom.

“Nah is just’ you love” John laughs, he watches the bead of sweat come down your forehead.

“Take off the gloves Bonnie.” Johnny says, taking another swig of his whiskey.

“No, it’s ok I think I’ll just get some fresh air” you’re panicking at this point as you begin to feel light headed. Coming out was a bad idea.

“Ya got somethin t’ hide?” Ghost questions.

“Nope, just don’t want to take the gloves off.” You try to act casual.

“Aye mate, she’s prolly got a ring on ‘er finger.” Johnny cackles.

“I’m not married Johnny, for the 100th fucking time” you reply, annoyed at this point.

You can’t take it anymore, it’s sweltering in here. Fuck it. Just take off the gloves.

You shake as you start to take off you gloves. Intricate ink staining your fingers and top of your hand. The boys went silent and look at your hands. Then you started to take off your hoodie. You’re wearing a black Lacey tank top, bust hanging out as well as your full sleeves of tattoos and chest piece.

Your eyes are locked on your drink, trying to act as casual as possible. You were afraid they’d think you were trashy, or ugly even with all your tattoos.

Ghosts eyes linger the longest, taking in every line of the artwork from your collarbones down to your hands. You glance over to them, only to see them mouths gaped and utterly shocked.

“What the fu-“ Johnny starts to exclaim before getting elbowed by price.

“She’s more inked up than you are ghost. How does that feel mate?” Kyle starts to laugh.

You roll your eyes and start to put on your hoodie again.

“No, no don’t put the hoodie back on. Your tattoos are……. Quite nice.” Price says. Giving you a smirk.

“Steamin Jesus Bonnie, you’re fockin hot!” Johnny practically yells.

Your mouth starts to smile corner to corner. You really thought the boys were going to give you shit, but instead they are practically eye fucking you.

You sit up straighter, allowing them to see the full frontal of your inked skin. Ghost then grabs one of your hands and brings it up to his face. He’s analyzing the colors and lines. Then his eyes move up your arms, then to your eyes.

Your face heats up, using your other hand to look away and block your pink cheeks. Ghost leans in and whispers “got any more we can’t see?”

Your head whips around to him shocked at first, then you quirk an eye brow and whisper back “I’ve got plenty more I can show you even a few piercings. Only if you want LT.” looking up at him with doe eyes and biting your lip. Ghost let’s go of your hand and finishes off his whiskey. You grab your drink and flash your tongue ring to the boys as you wrap your lips around the straw, sucking extra hard. Their eyes go wide, and their speech stunted.

Ghost grabs your hoodie and gloves, looking around at the rest of the boys.

“See ya tomorro’” he gruffs, winking at Johnny.

You squeak in surprise when ghost snatches your hand and practically drags you off your stool, heading swiftly to the door. Once outside and out of view, he pins you to the buildings wall. Gasping at the cold of the stone on your back, you hear ghost in your ear.

“I like that little noise, I also like these.” He starts to pepper open mouth kisses on your collarbones and shoulders. Referring to the ink.

“When we get back t’ base, I want t’ see every inch of ya, that’s an order.” He growls in your ear. You’re in totally shock as your LT has never even laid a hand on you, let alone had you pinned against a wall and leaving you soaking wet.

Needless to say, you didn’t wear gloves or long sleeves anymore. You also didn’t need to use any of your bedside toys anymore ;)

[ghostieeez]

So Wrong, So Right ౨ৎ˚₊

✧.* Content: Ghostface x fem!reader, 18+ minors DNI, smut, stalking, obsessive behavior, cheating, knifeplay, blood kink, praise kink, degradation kink, dry humping, teasing, thigh fucking, hair pulling, finger sucking, choking, vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie

✧.*‎ Summary: “Sooooo….” he trailed off. You laughed. “Sooo, what?” It was silent for a second, then, “You got a boyfriend?” (majorly inspired by this post!)

✧.*‎ Word Count: 5.8k | AO3 LINK | Divider Cred

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ - ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀʟʏ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ-ʟᴇᴛ-ᴍᴇ-ʙᴇ-ʜᴏʀɴʏ: ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛᴏ "ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ" ᴍᴇ ᴡʜɪʟꜱᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɢʜꜱ. 💀

ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴅᴇᴀ + ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜰᴀᴄᴇ qᴜᴏᴛᴇ = ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ! ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴜɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ꜱᴏ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ! ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ, ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴛʏᴘᴏꜱ

You had been home alone, lounging on the couch watching a movie, and were bored out of your mind–at least you were, until you got the phone call.

“Hello?” You answered, pressing the phone against your ear.

“Hi,” a man's voice crackled through the speaker. You didn’t recognize who it belonged to. It was deep, a little hoarse (and kind of sexy).

“Who’s this?” You asked. A few seconds passed, yet no response came. You tried again, “Hello? Anyone there? I think you might have the wrong number.”

Finally, he spoke, “No, I don’t think so.” The more you heard of his voice, the more you liked it. “What’s your name?”

“My name?” Your heart skipped a beat. Obviously you knew you shouldn’t give out your name to some random person calling you, but... you couldn’t lie, your interest was piqued. You decided to play along. “How about this, I’ll tell you my name if you tell me who you’re trying to get a hold of.”

“What’s that noise?” He asked, completely ignoring your proposal.

You were confused at first. “What noise? Oh-” then you laughed, realizing what he meant as the sound of horrified screams came from your television. “Just a scary movie I was watching.”

“You like scary movies?” He asked.

“I do!” Anyone who knew you, also knew that you absolutely loved the horror genre. “But I do have to say, this movie has been a dud so far. Pretty boring.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Not enough blood for my tastes,” you replied.

“Ah, so you like them bloody. Noted.”

There was a lull in the conversation, but you had to admit, you were kind of having fun chatting with him and you didn’t want it to stop so soon. “Well, what about you? Do you like scary movies?”

Apparently, he was a fanatic just like you.

The two of you went on and on, spewing adoration for your favorites. He kept asking you questions too, quizzing to see if you were a “true” horror fan.

“That’s supposed to be a hard one?” You’d scoff, then answer his question with ease.

It only felt like you were talking to him for a short amount of time, but a glance at the clock showed it had been over thirty minutes since he called you. You shifted your attention back to the TV for a second and saw that the credits were rolling. You grabbed the remote and turned it off. How did you not even notice that the movie ended already?

Apparently you had gotten pretty distracted, but to be fair, it was hard to focus on anything else when you were talking to him.

“So, you ever gonna tell me your name?” He asked, his voice sounding almost sultry.

What the hell, after talking to him for this long, why not? So you told him. He repeated it, and god, you loved the way it rolled off his tongue so smoothly. You imagined what it would sound like if was moaning it while he-

He said your name again, which brought your mind out of the gutter and back to reality. “Hm?”

“You got a real cute voice,” he said. “And I bet you have a pretty face to match.”

“Thanks,” your voice was shy and your cheeks felt like they were on fire now that he was downright flirting with you.

“Sooooo...” he trailed off.

You laughed. “Sooo, what?”

It was silent for a second, then, “You got a boyfriend?”

Your stomach sank after hearing his words.

“Yes,” you answered guiltily honestly. It was true; you did have a boyfriend. How was it he hadn’t crossed your mind once since you had answered the phone? Was this stranger really that enticing to you that your brain completely blanked out on the fact that you were in a committed relationship?

“He must not be a very good boyfriend, then,” he sighed.

“Why’s that?”

“Because he's an idiot for leaving a cutie like you home alone, so needy and desperate for attention,” he said. Needy and desperate? Ouch.

“I am not!” You began to defend yourself, then you registered what else he had said. “...And I never told you I was home alone.”

“Poor thing, all by yourself,” he continued, ignoring you. “If your boyfriend isn’t home, then who’s supposed to protect you from the big, scary men who might want to hurt you?”

His words had you on edge, but you tried so hard to rationalize what he was saying. He must have been pulling some kind of joke on you.

“Ha ha, real funny,” you said, rolling your eyes. Obviously, he was trying to mess with you. “Maybe this works on other girls you like to prank, but it won’t work on me. You’re gonna have to be scarier than that.”

“Scarier?” He asked, chuckling. “What could be scarier than being home alone and leaving your door unlocked this late at night?”

In a split second, you got up from the couch and ran over to your front door. You breathed a sigh of relief. “You dick! That almost scared me, but it’s locked. Nice try though.”

“Who said I was talking about the front door?”

A chill ran down your spine. Okay, you were starting to get pretty creeped out. You didn’t want him to know that, though. “The back door is locked too,” you bluffed.

“You sure about that?” His tone was cocky. “You don’t want to check that one too?” You really tried to rationalize it now. You tried. But how the hell did he know that you hadn’t checked it yet? “What’s wrong? Starting to get scared now, sweetheart?”

“As if,” you lied, but you were anxious as you made your way through the house towards the back door. “Besides, why are you doing this? Don’t you have anything better to do with your time?”

“What’s better than watching a cutie like you get all worked up?”

What did he just say? Watching? “I’m done playing your games asshole, I’m hanging up.”

“Don’t-” he started to say, but you were already ending the call.

You turned the corner and froze at the sight–your back door was wide open. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Cautiously, you moved closer. You reached a hand out, heart beating, fingers trembling, and shut the door. You made sure to lock it as you went to dial 911.

You couldn’t help but flinch when your phone started to ring. You pressed decline. Then, it rang a second time, and a third. On the fourth ring, you finally answered.

His voice came through, “We’re done playing when I say we’re done, got it doll? Our night is only just beginning.”

Part of you was in shock. Was this really happening to you?

It couldn’t be real. It had to be a joke or prank or something, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t. Fear and adrenaline pumped through your veins and all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry, but no, you had to stay strong–or at least, try to. This was life or death.

“And if I call the cops? Then what?”

He laughed at you. “You really think they’ll get here in time? Who knows what might happen to you by the time they arrive...”

Well, he had a point. This guy was probably inside your house, watching you as he tormented you, and loving every second of it. Honestly, you were surprised you weren’t already dead.

“W-what do you want from me, then?”

“It’s simple, just do as I say and play nice. If you do, I might go easy on you.” Play nice? What did that even mean?

“And if I don’t? Then what?”

“Then I’ll take my knife and spill your fucking guts onto the floor, you dumb bitch,” anger dripped from his voice. “Got it?!”

For some reason, a blush spread across your cheeks. Was... was his aggressiveness actually turning you on? You had liked his voice from the start but you never expected to be getting all hot and bothered from hearing him yell at you and call you names.

“I got it,” you replied.

“Atta girl,” he said and your blush only worsened. “It’s simple, really. I’ll give you 3 chances to find me.”

“We’re playing hide and seek?” You asked.

He chuckled darkly. “Mhm. Think you can win?”

You took a deep breath and thought, hopefully.

You walked through the house with caution, trying to look for the spot you’d be hiding in if you were a crazy murderer on the prowl for blood. You went past the living room and decided to check the coat closet first. Maybe he was hiding behind the rack of jackets you had in there?

You tensed your body and prepared for the worst as you extended your hand, twisted the knob, and yanked the door open.

“Wrong,” he said, sounding elated at the fact. “Two more chances.”

Where next? You shut the door and looked down the hall. Maybe the bathroom? You walked over and poked your head into the door frame. You approached the shower. With a quick motion you pulled the curtains to the side, only to reveal… it was empty. Ugh.

“Awwww, wrong again. Only one more chance. This is getting so exciting!” Just then, you heard a thump from the other room–your bedroom. “Come onnn,” he whined and said your name. “I’m getting bored waiting for you to find me.”

“I know where you are,” you said breathlessly as you crept to your bedroom. Again, you stuck your head in first to observe, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. You went in.

The bed, you thought. He’s got to be under it. It’d be a big enough spot for a big scary man to hide, wouldn’t it?

You walked in front of the bed, hoping and praying that you would find him and win and he would let you escape, but deep down, you doubted he’d let you go so easily. Like he said, the night was just getting started.

Your heart raced like crazy as you dropped to your hands and knees and peered under the bed.

Nothing. He wasn’t there.

Before you could even start to form a plan of action, you felt a pair of strong hands wrap around your waist and yank you up off the ground. He lifted you with ease and threw you onto the bed.

Your back slammed against the mattress and all the wind was knocked from you. You gasped for air and it felt like time was moving way too damn fast. You wondered, are these going to be the last few seconds of my life?

“Looks like I won,” he said, happy as can be, and before you knew it he was climbing onto the bed and forcing his hand over your mouth. Your vision blurred as tears filled your waterline, but still, you could make out his form. He was huge; broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a height that towered over you.

Then, you felt it. A hot, painful sensation prickled across your neck and you realized why. He had pulled his knife out and currently had the blade pressed into your skin.

Whimpers came from your mouth, only to be muffled by the palm of his hand, which was clad in a leather glove. The pain finally helped the tears fall past your waterline and down your cheeks. Now your vision was a lot more clear and you could finally see what your attacker looked like.

You stared up at him through your tearful lashes and were startled to see what stared back–a creepy black and white mask, with some creepy black flowing robes to match. You didn’t even know what you were imagining he’d look like, but it definitely wasn’t that.

Although... you weren’t complaining. You’re not even sure why, but the sight of his mask had even more heat pooling between your legs. Something about it was so attractive to you. It made sense; you did have a thing for some of the masked killers from horror movies you loved so dearly... Well now, it seemed that you were getting to experience the real deal.

His body was between your legs and he pressed his whole weight down against you, effectively holding you in place beneath him. You writhed, trying to break free, not that it was making much of a difference. He added more pressure to the knife that was against your neck and a particularly loud whimper came from you. His hand squeezed over your mouth harder.

“Ssshhh, sshh baby,” he cooed at you and you nearly swooned. “Aw I know it hurts, but doll, you’re taking it so good. Don’t start acting like such a sore loser now. I won fair and square.”

“Mmphh!” Was about all that could come from your mouth.

He shifted his body to lean closer to you, bringing his mask right in front of your face. As he moved you also felt something rub so deliciously against your throbbing core and your eyes widened in surprise. It was his dick, thick and hard in his pants, that was making such wonderful friction against you.

“And you really gotta stop looking up at me with those pretty little doe eyes,” he said. Surprisingly, his hand uncovered your mouth. He used his thumb to wipe away the tears on your cheek with a tender motion. “God, so damn beautiful. Especially when you cry. It’s getting me so hard.”

To emphasize his statement, his hips rocked forward and rutted into you, slowly. You could feel just how hard he said he was. Now that your mouth was no longer covered, you had the chance to scream or yell or beg for his mercy, but what did you do instead?

“Aah,” you moaned, quiet and breathy, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“What did I just hear?” He asked in awe. Shit, of course he heard it. “Did you just fucking moan?! Oh my god, what a filthy fucking girl you are.” God, so embarrassing! You could just die right then. 

He sank his knife deeper into you and at the same time, kept moving his hips against you, still slow and teasingly. Pain and pleasure mixed in a way you never expected.

“I bet you wish that boyfriend of yours was here to protect you,” he sneered.

Your mind was clouded and so hazy with lust, you didn’t even have it in you to lie. “Who said I was even thinking about him right now?”

His breath caught in his throat. “Wow, you’re even filthier than I thought. So you're just gonna let me do this, then?” He jutted forward with more force and you let out a yelp in response. “Dirty slut, of course you like it. And what would he think about that? Hmm?”

“I would never cheat on him,” you said, yet at the same time, wiggled your hips to try to get more friction between the two of you. “Ah, feels good. H-he doesn’t have to know.”

He brought his masked face next to your ear. “Which is it? You won’t cheat, or he doesn’t have to know? Those are two very different things,” he whispered.

He was right... but damn, you felt so conflicted, so guilty, yet so turned on.

He sat upright and set the blade next to his knee on the bed. You blinked up at him, wondering what he was doing, and your eyes widened once you saw his hands reach for his pants. With bated breath you watched him free his erection.

It was long, girthy, and the head glistened with precum as he gave himself a few pumps with his hand. You were mesmerized at the sight, mouth practically watering.

“Ugh,” he groaned. “Look what you do to me.” He tugged at the waist of your pajama pants and slid them off your legs. He used a hand to guide his member to your aching center. All you could do was look down and watch, completely enamored, while he rubbed himself on you through your panties. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

“N-no! You can’t, please.” As much as you wanted it too, you couldn’t. He tapped his tip against your cloth-covered clit and you had to bite your lip to suppress a moan. Damn, you really did want to fuck him.

The tip was replaced with his thumb instead. Gently, he swiped it along your underwear and brushed your clit, sending shivers through your body. He loved how you squirmed at his touch. Your lips fell open and the room was filled with the sound of soft moans while his finger prodded and poked at your hole through the fabric, which was already soaking with your arousal.

“Wow, what a little mess you are. So wet and needy for me, huh? I bet you don’t get this wet for your boyfriend,” he teased and you smiled, shyly. You didn’t want to admit it, but you loved the way he was talking to you. It felt so wrong, but at the same time, you couldn’t bring yourself to resist him.

“I have an idea,” you suggested and lifted your legs straight up in the air. You made sure to squeeze your thighs together as you spoke, “I mean... it’s not cheating if you just put it between my legs, right?”

“Right,” he was quick to agree and line his dick up with your thighs, in all their plump and juicy glory. He fingers gripped your flesh as he started to slide himself between them. “Fuck, princess, you feel amazing. So smooth and warm.”

The pet name and the praise had heat rushing to both your cheeks and your core. “Yeah? You like it?”

“Mmhmm,” he moaned and finally started to move, using short, shallow thrusts. He let out a choked sound as his head tilted back and his fingers dug even deeper into the sides of your legs. It felt great as he began moving with more speed and each thrust grew stronger. “You like being used like this? Like my little fuck toy?”

Honestly, you did. The feeling of his hips pounding against you, hearing his desperate gasps for air as he used you for his own pleasure, his possessive hold on your body... yeah, you loved it.

He reached over and grabbed his knife off the bed. You flinched when you felt the cold steel press against the back of your thigh and slowly slice into it.

“Agh!” You yelped, eyes closed and wincing at the pain. You felt blood dripping down your leg, courtesy of the fresh cut he had made. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, at his mask, while your lip quivered. Your pussy clenched around nothing and you were reminded just how badly you wanted to feel him inside you.

He tossed the knife back down and brought his hand to the wound. His palm ghosted over it, lightly. His fingers trailed through your blood before he kneaded your flesh and streaked the ruby liquid all across your skin.

His thrusts had become fast and sloppy as one hand continued to knead, and the other wrapped around your legs to keep your thighs squeezed tightly together. You looked away from his mask and instead glanced down at his cock. You licked your lips at the sight of the head emerging from between your legs. It twitched and leaked precum in the most enthralling way.

“I’m close, oh fuck,” he nearly whined. “Yeah–mmm, fuckkk,” he said, his words punctuated with the final few thrusts, and then he was cumming. “Open your legs.”

You did as he said and you watched thick, hot globs of cum spew from the head and dribble down onto your underwear. His hand was on his member, stroking lazily as the last few spurts landed on the fabric right over your clit. You gasped at the sensation.

“O-oh wow,” you said, feeling needier than ever now that your legs were spread and your lower half was on display for him. Thankfully, he took his finger and pressed it right where you wanted it most.

“Such cute panties,” he said. You had already been wet before but now your undergarment was downright drenched by the combination of bodily liquids, and it felt so amazing as he moved his finger in slow motions to smear his cum all over your clit. “But I like them even better after seeing what a mess we made together.”

You nodded, bashfully. “I like them better like this too.”

“Yeah?” He asked, voice smug. “I never expected this. You’re so bad.”

He was right, but still... Despite how bad you were already being, you wanted even more. Sure, his finger felt good touching you, but you wanted–no, needed more than just a finger.

It was like he read your mind because before you knew it, his cock, still hard as ever, replaced the digit and made contact with your clit next. Your legs twitched in response and you cried out, feeling nothing but pure delight.

He kept rubbing, moving the head of his cock in circles around your throbbing bud, then smacking it against you teasingly.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it?” He asked. He hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them to the side, revealing your naked pussy to him. Fuck, your brain was so muddled with desire that you really didn’t even mind him doing it. He continued, “Damn, look at that. So soaked and so fucking pretty.”

You giggled, enjoying his words but at the same time feeling abashed by them, “Stoppp.”

“I mean it, princess. Any guy would be lucky to be inside this pussy,” he said, then touched his dick to your bare clit, causing your whole body to jolt. “Aw, so sensitive. How cute.”

“What are you doing?”

“What? I won’t put it in.” He feigned innocence as he dragged himself through your folds, gathering your juices. “Like you said, it's not cheating. Just wanna feel you against my cock, babydoll.”

God, it was so hard to resist him. It was like he knew exactly what to say to make your kitty go wild. Apprehensively you nodded your head to give him permission to continue, and he was eager to.

Your body felt like it was on fire; red hot ecstasy burned through your veins and you mewled wantonly as his dick caressed your clit in the most divine ways. It was warm and wet and you felt entranced as you watched it slip back and forth against your pussy. He went harder and the increased pressure only added more pleasure for the both of you.

“Ah, just like that,” the sentence bubbled past your lips without you meaning it to. Fuck, you were probably liking this way more than you should be. His cock just felt so hypnotic against you.

This was never how you expected your night to go; trapped under a masked man who had broken into your house, while he teased his cock on your pussy, and your boyfriend was completely out of mind. And the worst part of all? The fact that you were enjoying every damn second of it.

Your words seemed to spur him on. He reached up and lifted the bottom of his mask momentarily and you felt a wet smack against your clit. You realized he had spit on it.

His saliva trickled through your folds and he brought the tip down to your neglected entrance. He pressed it in, just so slightly.

“Fuck,” you wheezed, surprised by the action but not completely mad at it. The stretch of your pussy around him burned in an addicting way, feeling like both heaven and hell at the same time. “No, no, you can’t. We can’t.”

“C’monnn, it’s just the tip. It’s not even a big deal,” he said, as if it really was so nonchalant. With no warning, he moved his hips and pressed himself into you a little deeper before pulling back out.

“Ah!” You cried and tears pricked the edges of your eyes as your body tried to accommodate his size. His dick was huge, after all, even if it was just the tip. He kept going, moving slow and tender and staying true to his words–using only the tip and not pressing any deeper.

Minutes passed, and of course it felt good, but your hips were wriggling like crazy, seeking more friction, and your mouth gaped open as loud whimpers came from it.

“Look at that pretty pussy taking my cock so nicely,” he said and placed his thumb over your clit.

“Yes, yesss,” you moaned when his thumb started moving. You swore you were seeing stars.

With each swirl around your clit, he simultaneously sank his cock deeper and deeper into you until your back was arched off the bed and your pussy was clamped hard around him. You were so blissed out you couldn’t even object.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His praise added to your pleasure, and finally, his hips met yours as he bottomed out. His thumb left your clit and he combed his fingers through your hair, his touch surprisingly soft. “I can’t believe I’m actually inside you, all the way. You feel amazing.”

“W-we shouldn’t,” you protested weakly. “This is so wrong.”

“Is that why I feel you clenching around me?” He pulled his dick out and shoved it right back into you with a swift thrust. He chuckled at your reaction, “See? You did it again. You can try to deny it all you want but I can feel how turned on you are by this.”

“I’m... not...” you whined, but it was getting hard to lie. He had stopped moving and you were getting impatient. He didn’t care, though, just stayed still with his cock buried in you.

“Admit it,” he teased. “Admit you want me to fuck you.”

Well, you had already made it this far and had already crossed so many boundaries... so fuck it. You might as well enjoy the night to the fullest.

You pouted at him and begged with a sensual voice, “Please, pleaseeee, need you to fuck me, okay? I want it so bad...” You batted your eyes, your lashes fluttered against your cheeks.

He wasted no time. His hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, which he used to hold you in place as he started to pound into you with no restraint or relent.

“That’s my girl,” he said, reminding you of the fact that you were not his, but you liked hearing it anyway. “So glad you’re finally being honest with yourself. You know I can fuck you better than he ever could, anyway.”

It seemed his words were turning out to be true, because hot damn, he felt amazing. He was going so hard and so fast, everything about it felt perfect and you were absolutely gushing around his thick cock.

So many lewd noises filled the air. You closed your eyes for a second and listened. The loudest was his flesh slapping against yours, which sounded like applause as he rutted into you like an animal. Next, you focused on the squelching sounds of his cock going in and out of your slick hole. It was hot as fuck. Last but not least, were the noises you were making; high-pitched mews and needy cries.

His free hand snaked up your body, making sure to stop and play with your tits and rub your nipples through your shirt. His grip on your hair tightened as he tilted your face towards him.

“Look at me,” his tone was demanding. You opened your eyes and did as he said. “Such an obedient little slut, aren’t you?”

His hand left your chest and he brought it to your lips next. His thumb rubbed along them and your tongue lolled out of your mouth, eager to please. He pressed the digit against the tip of it. You swirled and lapped, getting even more turned on from the taste of his leather gloves. He hummed contently and you closed your lips around his thumb and sucked.

His hips started to stutter, clearly loving the sight, and the two of you moaned in sync. He popped his thumb out of your mouth and also removed his hand from your hair, so he could put both hands around your neck. He squeezed the sides roughly and your eyes rolled back. You felt dizzy, like your head was spinning with lust.

“Yesss, fuck,” you barely wheezed out. You sounded (and felt) totally destroyed as you praised him.

He leaned forward and pressed all his weight onto your throat. His hips snapped back and forth and his cock drilled into you. It was hitting deeper inside you than anyone had ever reached and truthfully, you never wanted it to end.

“I’m close,” he murmured, just as much of a breathless mess as you were.

You were close too. “Oh god, please don’t stop!” To make sure he wouldn’t, you wrapped your legs around his waist and locked your ankles together, caught up in the moment.

“What a naughty girl. You want my cum in you that bad, huh?” He spoke between thrusts. His movements were sloppy, his breath was uneven. “I’ll give you what you want then.”

His forceful slams got even rougher and you felt his cock pulsing inside you. Any second now, you thought. Finally, with a loud groan, he was releasing hot strings of semen deep in your cunt.

“Yesss,” you hissed through clenched teeth, so fucked-out and desperate for your release. Luckily, he didn’t pull out after he came. He kept slamming into you. He did stop choking you, though. As you gasped for air, a small part of you was happy to be able to breathe again, but mainly you just really missed the feeling of his strong hands around your neck. You never knew you would enjoy him squeezing the life out of you as he fucked you quite that much.

“C’mon baby, I wanna hear how pretty you sound when you cum. Can you do that for me? Just let go,” then his thumb was back on your clit, rubbing in circles. “That’s it, that’s my girl. Lemme hear you.”

You let out wild moans, not a care in the world, as he pumped his cock and pushed his seed further into you. The speed, the force, the way he was talking you through it, the way his thumb worked magic on your clit... my god, you felt so wonderful. Your whole body convulsed beneath him as the craziest orgasm of your life wracked through you.

“There we go,” he cooed, softly. “Let it all out for me, baby.” Your legs twitched and your walls quivered as you rode the wave of your orgasm.

Eventually, his movements slowed until he was fully still. The two of you said nothing and instead opted to try to catch your breath. You were both winded.

You whined as he started to pull his cock out, it just felt so empty without him.

Your body already craved more of him. You were even tempted to ask for more but then you both heard it–a car had pulled up in the driveway.

“Is that...?”

“My boyfriend,” you gulped. Oh god.

Post-orgasm clarity began to kick in and your mind was running wild. How were you supposed to explain this? You had cheated, and you had enjoyed it more than anything you’d ever done with your boyfriend.

Oh god oh god oh god-

“I better get out of here then,” your thoughts were interrupted and your attention was back on him. The intruder. The masked man who had just given you the best dick of your life. He’d already tucked himself back in his pants and was moving off the bed. “Wouldn’t want to get caught, would we?”

You stared at him, dumbfounded, while his cum leaked out of your pussy and slid down your thighs and onto the bed. Your sheets were a mess, stained with blood and soaking wet from both your orgasm and his. There was no way you weren’t getting caught.

You heard the car door shut, which kicked you into fight or flight mode. You shot up from where you were laying and ripped all the bedding off as fast as possible. You could throw everything in the washer then hop in the shower and hopefully your boyfriend would never find out. Right?

You turned to say a quick goodbye, but when you looked back, your room was empty. The only trace left of him was your bedroom window hanging wide open. He must’ve slipped out of it. You were disappointed you didn’t get to say anything to him before he disappeared, but honestly it was for the better. You didn’t have time to stand around, you had to get moving.

You ran to the laundry room and tossed the crumpled, messy bundle of sheets and blankets into the washing machine and started it. In the other room, you heard your boyfriend fumbling with his keys in the lock. You barely had enough time to grab your phone, run into the bathroom, and lock the door behind you.

“I’m home!” He called out to you. “Babe?”

“In the bathroom! I’m about to shower,” you yelled back.

You opened your phone and went to delete your call history. Your heart started racing like crazy when a text came in from a number that you didn’t have saved in your phone, it was-

It was from him.

Leave your back door unlocked tomorrow night. I’m not done with you just yet.

You read the text over and over. You hated to admit it but a wide smile had formed on your face. He wanted to see you again?

Of course your heart was heavy with guilt, yet at the same time, the excitement you felt far outweighed any negative feelings you had. Plus, you knew your boyfriend was scheduled for a night shift tomorrow night, so... you’d be free.

In fact, you had already made up your mind.

It was definitely wrong, but you knew it would feel oh so right.

[novascharms]

teach please me —— tutor!reader x soccer player!rafe

reader's life is meticulously planned, from high school to becoming president of the country—she knows exactly where she's headed and every step to get there. but her airtight plan hits a snag when the principal ropes her into tutoring rafe cameron, the school’s star soccer player, who’s failing algebra and at risk of being benched next season. the team needs him on the field, and reader needs the principal’s glowing recommendation to secure her spot at her dream school. balancing her ambitious goals with rafe’s chaotic charm might just throw her perfectly crafted plan off track.

word count — 2.4 chapter index — prev. chap. — next chap. masterlist

five sunday, january 26th you felt a little like a secret agent, watching rafe chew on his pen as he mulled over exercises. not because you were secretly staring at him—no, quite the opposite, actually. you had strategically angled your laptop screen away as you typed "how to get rid of a crush" into google. the first tip that popped up? give it time.

you glanced at him again. oversized hoodie, messy hair, that now-familiar scent that clung to your sheets after every tutoring session. the things that had unsettled you about him three weeks ago now felt… comforting. rafe frowned at his notebook, licking his lips briefly, and your breath caught. god, that stirred something in you. you turned back to your screen, scolding yourself.

you reformulated your search: how to get rid of a crush fast

you scrolled through endless advice. some suggestions were sensible—don’t stalk them on socials, sad playlists, write your feelings out in a journal. others seemed extreme—therapy, fuck someone else, dye your hair blue.

the ideas were unendless but the main idea was ever-present: distance yourself completely.

that was easier said than done. rafe was sitting right in front of you, and he’d be here twice a week for the next four months. thirty-two hours of his laugh replaying in your mind. 1,920 minutes of his scent lingering after he lounged on your bed. 115,200 seconds of him.

you could always distance yourself emotionally? not let yourself feel anything. you weren't sure you knew how to compartmentalize that well but maybe it was worth the try.

your thoughts are interrupted by a quiet groan rafe is letting out and you peep up from your laptop screen to look at him. he's texting on his phone for a moment before he tosses it onto his desk. you notice some tenseness in his shoulders, only because you're always staring at his shoulders.

actually, you take that back. you're just always staring at him; at his shoulders, his arms, his eyes, his hands. it was becoming a problem.

"hey," he said suddenly, glancing up, "you’re going to the retirement home after this, right?"

you press your lips together, hiding your face behind your laptop screen again. "yes." you were silently hoping he'd offer to drive you again because your dad wasn't home and no one could stay with your siblings if your mom were to drop you off. you were going to bike but if he offered? it was a ride and a couple more minutes with him which was a total win-win.

"can i come?"

"can you come?"

"yeah, can i come with you."

"you want to come with me?"

he didn’t answer right away—too busy crossing the room and closing your laptop. "yeah, that’s what i just said. twice," he teased, leaning in a little too close. you have this terrible need to just dig your head in his chest so you roll to the other side of the bed and place your laptop on your nightstand. "i didn't know you had any interest in volunteer work."

he flopped onto your bed like he belonged there, arms spread wide and you stand up, dead set on not getting too close. you had to compartmentalize these feelings.

"someone told me it’s good to have… diverse interests." you know it doesn't mean anything that he remembers that. he's watching you pretend to tidy up your room and you feel exposed. you always feel so naked when he's looking at you. something is doing backflips in your stomach and you wonder if you're falling ill.

his phone is still buzzing every couple of minutes, "sounds like you've got some people who really want to hang out with you." you look back at him and he's still staring at you, not even glacncing at his phone once.

"yea." he nods, "but i don't wanna hang out with them. i wanna hang out with you."

and what were you meant to do with that? how were you supposed to compartmentalize your feelings when he said things like that? things that made you want to shove your head in a pillow and squeal like all those girls in romantic movies.

"why don't you want to hang out with them?" you sat on the edge of your bed, about as far as you could sit from him.

he shrugged, eyes drifting to your ceiling, "i love my friends, but..i think sometimes i feel like i got something to prove around them. i have to act a certain way, be a certain way, not completely different but just a little tweaked." he says and it's the most honest thing you'd heard someone say in a while.

"i don't know. shit's just getting repetititve too. pre-game, houseparty, afterparty, another houseparty, another party, a beach party, a bonfire, a boat party, and it just keeps going, every weekend. it's not that i never wanna party again..i just wanna do something else."

"well then i don't think you should come." you say and he looks at you, this genuine, adorable face torn between hurt and confusion. your heart swells and you feel bad for messing with him.

a smile tugs at your lips. "because the elderly? they party hard."

you grin when he laughs because it sounds music to your ears.

"do they?" he asks, grinning now and you feign absolute shock, hand on your chest. "oh, yeah. there's this older lady, denise. she's freaking wild. last year she snuck out of the retirement home for her 85th birthday and they found her.." you paused for dramatic effect, "in a bar, crashing a bachelor party."

rafe’s laughter turned into full-blown cackling, his head thrown back as he shook it in disbelief. "okay, that might actually be my dream bachelor party. an 85-year-old woman just going wild with us."

"she’ll love you," you said, motioning for him to follow. "c’mon."

the drive to the retirement home was too short for your liking. since rafe was easy to like, easy to admire and easy to crush on, naturally, he had to be easy to talk too as well. he couldn't even try to be a little less perfect.

he leaned back in the passenger seat, fiddling with the radio until he found a station he liked. "so, why the retirement home? or 'the oldies' as y/s/n says." rafe chuckled lightly and you rolled your eyes at how you always had to correct her and tell her 'elderly' was the more approriate word. she never listened.

you glanced at him, his profile sharp against the golden light of the setting sun. “why not? someone has to show up for them.”

he raised a brow, clearly unsatisfied with your answer. “you could’ve done a million other things. animal shelters, tutoring kids, beach cleanups…”

“are you suggesting i made the wrong choice?” you teased, your lips quirking up.

he smirked. “no, i'm suggesting it’s an interesting choice."

you got what he meant. older people didn't always have the best repution because on one side you had the adorable grandpa's that wore cute hats and grandma's that always gave you cookies but on the other you have old people who despise anyone younger than them and are violently against change in any capacity.

the retirement home had some "bad apples" but these people genuinely just wanted company and most importantly, someone that would stay. these people walked through the doors of the retirement home knowing they'd be leaving in a body bag. that was a scary thought.

"at first i wanted to do an animal shelter but..i saw no one signed up for the retirement home so i just did and yes, at first, they were a little rigid but it's only because they expected me to complete x amount of hours and then never come back. these people are often lonely and forgotten by the very children they raised.. i just show them that i never forget them."

he nods slowly like that side of it hadn't completely dawned on him until now. "i should call my grandma today." he says and you crack a smile and nod. "you should call your grandma today."

when you pulled into the parking lot, rafe hopped out before you could even unbuckle. he waited for you at the hood of the car, hands in his pockets, looking unfairly good in the soft evening light. “lead the way,” he said with a grin.

inside, the nurses greeted you warmly, their faces lighting up as soon as they saw you. “oh, there she is!” one of them, linda, said, pulling you into a quick hug. “and who’s this handsome young man?”

“this is rafe,” you said, a little embarrassed. “he wanted to come help out.”

rafe extended a hand, all charm. "nice to meet you."

linda shook his hand, her smile widening. "well, aren't you sweet? and so polite. don't let the residents steal him from you," she joked, winking at you.

“i'll do my best,” you said dryly, shooting rafe a look when he chuckled under his breath.

you sign your name on the sign up sheet before passing him the clipboard, "just my name?" he asks, pen already in hand and you nod.

the dining room was bustling as usual. tables were being set, and the residents were chatting amongst themselves. when you walked in, a chorus of greetings met you.

"there's my favorite girl!” mr. jensen called, waving you over.

“who’s the tall drink of water?” mrs. harris asked, her sharp eyes narrowing on rafe with interest.

you laughed, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "this is rafe. he's here to help out.”

"handsome and helpful,” mrs. harris said, patting the seat next to her. "sit down, honey. let me tell you about the time i met elvis.”

"i'd love to hear it,” rafe said, sliding into the chair with ease.

you watched him entertain mrs.harris and the women sitting around her with a smile before being caught staring by mr. jensen. "now, i know that look." he teased and you rolled your eyes shaking your head. you looped your arm around his and started walking him to his seat for dinner. "i don't know what look you're talking about." you turn your nose up and avoid his gaze. "you still think you can fool an 89 year old man, darling. that's why you keep losing every card game we play." he says and your eyes go wide, grin on your face. "hey! i totally let you win."

once you'd sat mr. jensen down, the nurses asked you and rafe to start distributing the food. "you've got quite the fanclub." you tease rafe whilst you're both putting on plastic gloves. mrs. harris and the other ladies are still watching rafe, grinning like little school girls at him.

he laughed, "i already understand why you come here. they are hilarious." he looks at you then, "you know doris tried to flirt with me and set me up with her granddaughter in the same breath?"

"i.." you're laughing, at a complete loss for words. "i have to say, i appreciate her hustle. if she can't have you, why not her granddaughter, you know?"

he hands you a tray with raised brows and a smile that makes your insides twist in a way that they really shouldn't.

you watched him as you helped set up plates and silverware. he was good with them—better than you’d expected. he listened to their stories, laughed at their jokes, and even let mrs. harris feed him a butterscotch candy. it was adorable, and it made your chest ache.

"you've got a keeper there,” one of the nurses whispered to you as you passed by.

"he’s not—” you started, but she just smiled knowingly and walked away.

as dinner started, you and rafe worked together to serve the food. the residents' curiosity about him didn't wane. they threw all sorts of questions at him—where he was from, what he did, if he was single.

"very single,” rafe said at one point, glancing at you with a smirk. your heart stopped for a beat, and you busied yourself adjusting a napkin to avoid his gaze.

mrs. cooper let out a delighted laugh, patting his arm affectionately. "not for long, i'm sure," she said. "a boy like you? charming, good-looking, and funny? they'll be lining up for you."

mrs. harris chimed in, wagging a finger at him. "but only if they're good enough! you deserve the best, dear."

"oh, you’re too kind," rafe replied, his grin widening. "but i think I’ve already found her. she’s sitting right next to me." he gestured dramatically to mrs. harris, whose laughter rang out, joined by her friends’ delighted giggles.

"oh, stop it, rafe!" mrs. harris said, playfully swatting at his arm. "you came about 65 years too late, my dear."

"lisa, you're breaking my heart," he said, clutching his chest theatrically, which only made the ladies laugh harder.

watching him interact with them was almost too much. the way he laughed at their jokes, let them tease him, even flirted back in a way that was sweet rather than condescending—it was all too much. he was charming and kind and so devastatingly attractive that you started to wonder if maybe, you weren’t imagining the way he looked at you.

when the chaos of dinner died down, you found yourself sitting next to rafe, curled up on those cozy recliners watching as the residents trickled back to their rooms. he leaned back in his chair, looking at you with a lazy grin. “this was fun."

"you made it fun. i can tell they really enjoyed you being here." you smiled small, "someone in particular." you added teasingly.

he chuckled, stretching his arms over the back of his chair. “tease me all you want. lisa and i have a bond. you're just jealous of my relationship with her."

"mm.." you nodded, bringing your knees to your chin with a smile on your face. "you're absolutely right, i am so jealous and i just want lisa all to myself." you play along.

he leaned in slightly, his voice softer now. “or maybe you just want me all to yourself."

your heart was racing again, and you cursed yourself for how easily he affected you. “you wish,” you said, trying to make it sound convincing.

"what? i'm not good enough for my future president?" he asked and you tilted your head, humming like you were actually thinking about it, like the answer could be anything else but of course you are.

"get a seven for algebra and then we can talk." you tell him and he chuckles, throwing his head back against the couch. "got yourself a deal, teach."

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[writingwisterias]

How would the different eras of Leon act if he knows he shouldn’t be with the reader (ada wong typa shit) but he can’t escape from her like whenever something happens (like maybe she spotted arias’s wedding in vendetta ?) she is deff a part of it and he keeps running into the reader 🙏 i love your work btw you’re the reason why i keep refreshing the tag 💪💜

Hiii

I love this idea lmao and thank you! You are so sweet - I hope you have a great day <3

Warnings: None Fem! reader

RE2:

Post the events of the game let's say he sees you around the training grounds

After the events you both went through at a young age I think he finds it easier to blame you for letting him fall for Ada's tricks

It grows heated and hurts you that he treats you like that around the camp

Krasuer actually makes you sparing partners on purpose hoping that you would hone in your anger and focus on creating your skills

It doesn't work

RE4R:

He sees you as he's running around but almost plays it off as just a figment of his imagination

It would a similar reaction to Ada in the game but let's say he actually is hung up you and has feelings then he would slip up more

He'll expose these feelings more often than showing you he's angry.

I don't think however you would use this to your advantage but find it cute that he is struggling

He's almost drawn to be at your side more than he is to focus on the mission. Ashley's presence is a reminder of what he's meant to be doing

Infinite Darkness:

Grows frustrated at first, like how are you here again

At this point I think he'll just assume the universe thinks you are meant to be together

Again is more likely to draw in close and team up in a way where he's not just straight up being used

He's been there done that

Better at hiding his feelings but does slip up a few times

Damnation:

He's beginning to get used to it at this point, I don't think he would really get mad

I think again it's just surprising how you are always there as a thing in his life and he never seems to know you very well

Playful banter, enough to get through the mission

Kinda accepts what you do as he's just used to it at this point so there's no tension or arguments on that front

He assumes you are hear on orders for someone. Doesn't agree to it but if you don't stop him from doing his job he wont stop you doing yours

RE6:

He surprised you are here, like he just wasn't expecting you to be involved with this plot scheme or that it was that large you would have an interest in it

Smiles to himself every time you talk or do something to help him. He's smitten at this point.

The dynamic has shifted dramatically at this point, there is hidden feelings waiting to be exposed or spoken about.

But when do either of you have the time?

It's just forever left unspoken

It would be easier to deal with it like this but at the end of the day it's too obvious now

The final 'goodbye' is the hardest

Vendetta:

So I think he would actually get annoyed but because he's not in the right frame of mind to deal with the emotions that follow from seeing you

He would provide information for the others about you if you are involved.

When he actually sees you he's silent. Not really talking to you all that much.

After the mission though when he's starting to get in a better mindset I think he will attempt to reach out

Maybe for some stability after all you have been there through literally everything

It could progress romantically but I think that's just what you were both expecting at this point if it does happen.

Soulmates in a way

Death Island:

You are either currently fucking or have fucked recently

Lingering touches when he does see you, its playful and the other don't really know how to react

He's not surprised that you are somehow involved and will stick by your side during the fights just in case

You both meet up together of course

At this point you just accept each others company and allows it to develop in whatever way it does

If it works out then great. If not then until next time.

[jaggedamethyst]

circuit breaker 🔬🌌 (part five)

tutor!jayce talis x reader, ekko x reader college au

content: after what happened, jayce is committed to helping you learn the physics material. even if it means daily sessions and spreading himself extremely thin.

harsh language (cursing, off-hand kms jokes), jayce mom angst, actual physics but I hope it makes sense…I swear I chose relatively simple concepts!! (If you need more context for the graph Jayce made, legit just google physics electron progression 1s 1p and a chart with arrows should come up on google) 

notes: might fuck around and post the next part asap because its that good

word count: 1.9k

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Somehow the next week was even more stressful than the last few. With the looming stress of this week’s quiz and the strenuous schedule Jayce had you on—you were beginning to wonder if these study sessions were even going to pay off. 

He agreed to meet at your place. He’d show up every day, on the dot, supplies in hand. The happy expression on his face made you feel optimistic at first. You were ready to take on physics with a new level of confidence.

That was Monday.

By Wednesday, Jayce’s upbeat mood and cheery outlook just drained you even more. When Thursday came around, one day before the quiz, you were sure you were at your limit. 

“Hi, Jayce.” You spoke in monotone, opening the door before he could even knock. You turned away from him, allowing him to step into your apartment and close the door himself. 

He poked at your disinterested tone. “Someone’s in a good mood.”

“Yes, well I think that I’ve consumed enough physics this week that I might be reincarnated as Bohr…but that’s fine.” You stalked to your room, “That’s assuming my brain cells aren’t stuck in their own orbits or whatever the fuck.”

“Wait,” he paused in the middle of the hall leading to your room. 

“What?” 

“You…just made a physics joke.” He pointed to you, his tone increasing in amazement. “And it actually made sense-“ 

“It should.” You turned away from him, continuing into your room. “If I have to hear about atomic structure, valence electrons, or nucleus-es any more I might kill myself.” 

“Nuclei.” 

“Huh?” You pulled out the chair at your desk, allowing space for him to sit at the chair next to yours. 

He sat beside you, grabbing your notebook. He flipped to a fresh page as he spoke, “Nuclei is the plural…for when you mean more than one nucleus.” 

“Not to be that person but I think we may have bigger fish to fry than my grammar, Jayce.” 

“You’re right.” He rubbed his hands together, “Where should we start?” 

“Well we left off with electron configuration. I understand the concept…kind of…but I can’t remember all of these damn numbers. The pattern is weird.” 

Jayce reached toward the floor, seeing some of the papers from the previous day still thrown about. He grabbed one with the electron chart—clearly marked with notes and color coordinated to help you remember. 

“I think its best we start with this…if you’re trying to remember and do the problem at the same time you won’t understand it.” He slid the paper in front of you, setting it aside from the book. He then reached for another paper he’d bought—a worksheet. “Here’s some more examples for you to work on. Why don’t you try the first one like we practiced?”

You whined a bit, “Do I have to?” 

“Do you want to get a good grade?” 

You paused, snatching the pencil from the table. “Just because you have a good point doesn’t mean I like it.” 

He remained silent, stifling a laugh. He looked over your shoulder, watching you work out the questions. Somehow you’d made an already long question exponentially longer—working through a method that seemed to work for you. It of course tacked on extra minutes to each problem, though.

“How’s this?” You looked to Jayce for approval. 

“This is…” His eyes scanned your writing. Among the many cross outs and faint eraser marks was not a correct answer, but one extremely close. “This is almost right. You just messed up at the end here.” 

“What? No way-“ You looked at his finger pointing between the chart and your work, spotting the error. “Oh…I see what I did wrong.” 

“Good…wanna try and fix it?” 

You didn’t make direct eye contact, but honed in on the paper—encouraged to get the correct answer. He lingered over your movements with a watchful eye until you were done. 

“Okay…how about now?” You held the book out to Jayce.

“Amazing.” 

“But you didn’t check-“ 

“I did—watched you do the whole thing.” 

You turned to Jayce, “Sure you did.” 

“No, really.” He pushed the notebook back to you. “In fact, I think you’re ready to do three of these.” 

“You sure?” 

He nodded, pushing the materials back in a group for you to work on. “You got this.” 

Jayce sat silently again, catching the way you’d twisted your lips in concentration. Your grip on the pencil was harsh, the wood pressing into your skin in a way he was sure should hurt. Even so, you didn’t give up. The process became longer than he expected. His vision started to blur, his focus becoming less sharp, but he stayed watching. 

Eventually, you turned to him, several minutes having passed. To both of your surprise, you did rather well. Jayce traced over your handwriting, noting the simple mistakes you needed to keep an eye out for. You nodded alongside him, physically writing down the notes he gave you. Before you continued, you decided on a quick break. 

“I’m gonna go grab something to drink, do you want anything?” 

“No,” Jayce yawned suddenly, “I’m good.” He moved to rub his eyes, sorting through some of the papers that had found their way to the floor. He turned a bit, watching you leave the room. 

You rounded the corner, beelining for the refrigerator and cabinets for a snack—you needed fuel immediately.

With an inhale, you leaned back into the kitchen countertop. Truthfully, you were feeling a bit more confident now, but if you were feeling drained you could only imagine Jayce. You made quick work of grabbing a few more snacks for him and a bottle of water before heading back to the room. 

Before crossing the threshold, you froze—the sound of light snores filled the room. 

Jayce had fallen asleep. 

A crooked smile found a way to your lips, the sight of him admittedly being very cute. Despite him being asleep, his lashes fluttered a bit. His lips parted and let out the sound of his breath. In an occurrence that should provide him comfort, intensity still lingered in his brows; they were pinched together in worry. You didn’t miss the way his lip would occasionally twitch—fighting off the pain that lived in him. 

With a quick motion, you quietly set the things you’d grabbed to the side. Making sure you stepped lightly—you swung open the closet and grabbed a blanket to lay over him. You gulped at the action, not even giving it a second thought. The thought left you just as quickly as it had appeared, your feet moving you back toward your desk and open notebook. 

Your eyes scanned over your work and the example problems pensively—immediately feeling an overwhelming sensation fill you. Your palms began to sweat, fingers and hands shaking in front of you. A slow blink and deep breath allowed you to calm yourself, enough to grab your pencil and start in on the example problems. Jayce turned then, still sleeping but fidgeting a bit. You had to try to do this—on your own. 

For a while, you worked on the problems only, afraid to crosscheck for the answers. Eventually, you’d grown confidence to check. There were a few you’d gotten wrong, circling back to check what you did incorrectly with a motivated scribble. Others, you’d gotten right, though. A warm feeling sat inside you, a pride over finally understanding the material. 

Beside you, Jayce started to stir before quickly sitting up in panic. “Fuck, when did I fall asleep?” 

You looked to your left, the clock hanging above. “Like an hour ago.” 

“Why didn’t you wake me up? I’m supposed to be helping you.” He moved to stand, folding the blanket you’d placed over him. 

“Figured you could use the down time.” 

He moved closer to the chair, watching you lean your head up to look at him. His shoulders slumped at the optimism in your gaze. “I feel like I’m fucking this up.” He drew in a dramatic breath, “Am I a bad tutor?” 

You pushed the chair back a bit, letting him look at your self-graded work. “You tell me.” 

His eyes raked over the paper, bending over the blanket in his grasp. He took his time surveying all the written out problems. His nostrils flared when he would let out an amused chuckle at the ones you went back to fix. He leaned away, “You’re pretty smart, huh?” 

“Well,” You stood, grabbing the blanket from him. “I have a not so bad tutor.” 

Jayce folded his arms, “Right.” 

You turned to put the blanket away. When you got back to your desk, you gestured for Jayce to find his seat next to yours again. As the two of you were finally sat, Jayce spoke up. 

“So,” he cleared his throat, “How are you feeling? I mean, like mental health wise. I know it’s been a lot.” 

“I think…I’m working on it.” You nodded, “As best as I can.” 

“That’s good. You should be proud.” 

“Thank you, I try to be.” You swallowed, seeming to look off into the distance. The quietness of the room made you want to speak to fill it. “How’s your mom?” 

Jayce watched you grimace at the abrupt question, but felt grateful you asked. “She’s okay. I spend a lot of time with her—helping and doing whatever she needs to feel comfortable.” He looks down at his hands in his lap. “Think it’s just a hard time for her, feeling herself be weak in a way she’s never been before.” 

You nodded then, looking at his downturned gaze. “I get that.” 

“I’m trying really hard to be what she needs me to be, whatever that looks like.” He readjusted, “Sometimes I think that’s a good student…to keep my grades up. Other times I think it’s to just be a good son…show up every day after class. It’s exhausting trying to figure it out.” 

“I can only imagine.” 

“It’s different with you though.” He jumped a bit at the way your head snapped to him. He spoke quickly, “I just mean that…I know what my purpose is. I can physically see you improving.” He rubbed his neck, “I’m not making sense am I?” 

You shook your head, “I’m attempting to follow-“ 

“I guess I should just thank you, then.” 

“Thank me? For what?” 

“For letting me help you. For letting me have a purpose outside of just student, son, friend, whatever.” He placed a hand on the desk in front of you, closing the gap between you. He finally let his eyes meet your again, a sincere look on his face. “Thank you.” 

A tight feeling ran through you, pushing from your chest outward. You didn’t break the eye contact, though. “I think you’re giving me too much credit, Jayce.” 

“I don’t think I give you enough.” 

A breath caught in your throat, suddenly overwhelmed by the lingering look Jayce had on you. The both of you stayed there, looking between one another’s eyes. Jayce’s movement forward was almost imperceptible; you wouldn’t have noticed had you not been studying every feature on him.

His phone dinged—piercing through the palpable tension in your room. He looked away, a reluctance in his motion. You looked toward the door in a huff, pushing away the feeling that had creeped up on you so quickly. 

“Sorry, it’s Mel.” 

“Oh,” you turned to him expectantly, “Do you need to go?” 

Without missing a beat he turned his phone face down and folded his hands in front of you. “Nope…I’m good here.” 

“Okay, then.” 

He slid the book from in front of you, splitting the distance. “Let’s get a better look at this amazing work you did.” 

Your tongue pushed on the inside of your cheek, the skin puffing out and heating at the praise. 

“Alright, then.” 

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[anetrazduckwalk]

BE QUIET - SEVIKA

Modern AU

Badly written smut lol

MEN DNI

Sevika and I were in our room getting ready for the club, the gang are going to some club, so were all busy with ourselves. I'm really focusing on me and getting what i need to get done, but Sevika’s huffing and puffing about the littlest of things and Rans' is not here to listen to it. My makeup is done, my outfit is picked out, and i'm doing my hair at the moment when Sevika brings her B.S. in the bathroom. This Bitch..

Sevika starts putting on her eyeliner and shes not even just doing it mad silently, she's slamming down her stuff and side eyeing me like i'm the one that she was mad at.

"Sevika, what the fuck is your problem?" I asked her straight up because this attitude wasn't gonna cut it today, and i was feeling bold today. Instantly regretted that real quick, the glare Sevika sent me through the mirror almost burnt a hole through my soul and i quickly broke eye contact. "I don't know if you’re just stupid or have a death wish, Y/N, say it again real slow this time,"

Well shit, today's the day i die. I looked back up at her through the mirror and saw she was still looking at me, but now ready to snatch me up. My gaze shifted to her actual figure and not just an image of her reflection, taking in every detail about her, I felt bad for snapping. This was my fiancée and i sitting here, yelling, getting frustrated with her, instead of comforting and understanding where shes coming from.

"Im sorry, I didn't meant to snap at you, it's been a rough day." Only thing left to do was apologize when i realized my wrongs.. WRONG. Now she doesn't look like she wants to kill me, instead shes moving closer to me and she pressed me against the bathroom sink. Sevika was about to say something before Lock knocked on the room door, Sevika huffed and looked down at me, "This only just made it ten times worse for you." That scared me a little bit more than I think she intended, Sevika walked out of the bathroom and went to go answer the door, meanwhile I tried to finish my hair while quite literally freaking out over what i had just gotten myself into.

This could've just been a fun lit night and my dumbass is gonna start something, something I cant even really handle because what I look like fighting my fiancé. Lock and Sevika are now in the room talking about outfits and what Silco’s game plane is for the night. Took me about twenty minutes to finishes my hair, walking out of the bathroom, I grabbed my outfit laying on the bed. Lock bald ass not even really paying attention and is busy talking about Deckard, when i turn around to go back and change in the bathroom, Sevika lets her hand linger on my hip and butt for as long as I was close to her.

Sevika POV

Were in the van on our way to the club and Ran is on my right talking to me about how this experience feels for her, Y/N is on my left and for a moment I forgot about how annoyed I was at her because of how good she looked. My baby knows how to dress, if we weren't fighting i would've dressed my babygirl myself. Y/N is like a little doll I can spoil and look at.

She's all quiet to herself and in her phone, I see the long face bitch Thieram staring at her, and I'm trying to figure out if he is looking for a problem. It seems like I keep getting cut off from my thoughts because Ran asked me something about the club and distracted me. I forgot about it Thieram after that but if he still needs that he cant get that.

We pull up to the club and we make it inside. Every body is dancing to the songs and vibing, some top single booming in the speakers, i didn't care for any of the top new music. So i stood of to the side vibing, until I noticed Y/N’s friendly ass made her way by Thieram and Lock, this girl just knows how to get under my skin. Im used to being treated like her god and i'm not going for this today,

"Y/N."

I didn't scream her name, but i did yell it over the music, so she could bring her ass back where she belongs. Y/N quickly turning around and makes her way to my side, immediately slinging her arm around my waist and resting her head on my chest, looking up at me. Her soft eyes melted my heart a little and I couldn't help but play with her hair and scratch her scalp a little. "If you were this cute all the time, I wouldn't have to F*ck you up," Y/N giggled and kissing my cheek, "I try to be, but you're always so mean to me" She whispered in my ear then pulled back and pouted at me, we had only been there for an hour and it seemed like she was drunk.

Y/N POV

Y'all, Im fucked up. Soon as we got there I started taking all these shots and now it's getting harder and harder to resist Sevika. She's talking to me about how she doesn't like being mean to me but i'm not hearing none of it, the liquor got her looking so damn good. When she's talking I think she realized I wasn't listening when i was just staring at her, while biting my lip.

"Sevika.."

I breathily moaned in her ear, becoming briefly unaware of our surroundings, she started to kiss down my neck and behind my ear. Its baddie baddie shot o'clock, but i'm really not trying to hear all that, we move further to the back of the club, while the gang takes shots. "Be quiet for me tonight, mkay?" Sevika said before resuming what we were previously doing.

Sevika POV

I'm behind Y/N as we're making our way up the stairs to our room, as soon as she pushes the door open and i'm in behind her, the door is shut and locked. When i turn back around from locking it, shes standing at the dresser taking off her jewelry. This makes me go and stand behind her, kissing her shoulder as I slide off her outfit with haste. As soon as she's stripped to nothing, my hand snakes down between her thighs and i slip two fingers into her, "Oh wow, they just went right in, how long have you been thinking about this? Little whore all wet for me? hm?" I chuckled out as I wasted no time going faster, even though I waited all night for this, the night took forever to end and Im tired.

My hand grips at Y/N hair and pushes her onto the bed, now bent over the bed, dripping on display just for me.

Y/N POV

I feel her fingers enter me again and start at an intense pace, my mouth cannot control itself and and I start moaning out, forgetting I'm in the house with all of these other people just waiting to start trouble. Sevika’s free hand comes up to my mouth and covers it while never stopping her other hand,"What did i say? Be quiet"

Her voice made me whimper into her hand and try to silence my noises better, the pleasure was getting to much. My hand grabbed onto Sevikas hand and squeezed to let her know i was getting closer, she took the hint and started kissing my sweet spot which quickly sent me over the edge and covering her hand in sticky honey. Sevika licked up her hand and as i thought she was going to get stuff to wind down with, all of a sudden I feel a hard tip pressed against me. Sevika was behind me and before I could ever ask anything, she was pushing in and out of me slowly, my hand went to press against her stomach and push her back "Its okay, im gonna be nice and gentle with you."

My eyes closed and my mouth slightly dropped open in pleasure, sweet sounds coming from my mouth before covered by Sevika hand again, not wanting to get us caught by anybody right next door. Suddenly her speed rapidly increased, causing my eyes so open and Sevikas attempt at muffling the sounds was failing by the second. With her forceful and quick strokes, my hand grasped at the sheets quickly approaching my release, then sevika just pulls out and starts taking it off.

“Girl what? what are you doing?”

She about to pmo. Sevika moved up the bed and lays at the head of the bed and pats in between her legs, I crawl my way up between them and become aware of the numbness in certain parts of my body. She grabs me by my hair and kisses me, the kiss is drunk and sloppy. My hands run down her body and settle on her boobs, squeezing them, Sevika had pressed the dildo between my legs and slowly started pushing it in during the kiss. After it was in there for a while, she started at a quick pace while making sure i dont stop from kissing her. My legs were tightly clasped around her arm as she was pushing it in and out, my mind began to melt and a euphoric feeling rushing over me as I came all over the dildo and her hand.

I was exhausted and my eyes were forcing themselves closed. Sevika had joined me back in bed and laid beside me, hadn't even notice she had went to clean up everything. I cuddle into her and she pulled me closer, "when you learn to be quiet, I can treat you like my princess , alright baby?" She scratched up and down my back lightly and it soon started to lull me to sleep. I didn't really respond to her just acknowledged what she said and passed out.

Dont say I never gave yall nothing lol, bout to go on another 2 year hiatus

[klinefelterrible]

*at Grimmauld Place*

*Harry grabs a handful of Floo powder*

Draco: where are you going?

Harry: we are going

Draco: we? Where?

Harry: to Neville’s…?

Draco: jesus christ what for?

Harry: because it’s their anniversary?

Draco: whose?

Harry: Neville’s and Pansy’s!

Draco: what are you talking about?

Harry: what are you talking about?

Draco: why am I dressed like a million galleon hooker and we’re going to the Neville Longbottom’s house to celebrate his anniversary of what?

Harry: you do realise that Pansy, your friend, has a husband now?

Draco: *trying to light a cigarette* does she?

Draco: she seemed gay

Draco: who is it?

Harry: how many drinks have you had today?

Draco: *throwing both lighter and a cigarette away* oh piss off

Harry: that’s it, I am calling Hermione!

Draco: yeah call your bitch and tell her… tell her she’s a bitch

Harry: *to the phone* how come Draco is shitface drunk and claims that you’re a bitch?

Hermione: *scoff* I was daydrinking with Mrs Malfoy today and Draco came, changed into one of his mother’s dresses, chugged half a bottle we were having, called us “gorgeous yet nasty bitches” and Floo’d himself back to your place

Harry: did he now?

Harry: where were you today, honey?

Draco: all day at home, playing diveo games

Harry: nice try

Draco: *shrug*

Harry: so how is Cissy lately?

Hermione: you know damn well that I adore Mrs Malfoy

Harry: we all adore Mrs Malfoy

Harry: what was the poison?

Hermione: Hagrid’s last year’s blackberry moonshine

Draco: tell her she’s a bitch

Harry: you will tell her yourself

Draco: when

Harry: you’re coming to the Longbottoms too, right?

Draco: how many of them is there?

Hermione: of course

Harry: thanks for the info *pockets the phone*

Draco: what the FUCK is going on, Potter? *lets out a silent fart*

Harry: nothing *sniffs*

Harry: oh yeah

Harry: by the way you look splendid, Draco

Draco: I farted badly

Harry: I know

Harry: I expect you to fart more today

Harry: we’re going to the Longbottoms

Draco: what for?

Harry: I promised Pansy that we’ll come

Harry: also I heard that Hermione will be there

Draco: oh great

Draco: she is a literal whore

Harry: I am glad you made your mind about it

Draco: I am going to make her know by telling her that she’s also a bitch

Harry: that’s the spirit!

Draco: because she is!

Harry: do you remember why do you think like that?

Draco: *squeezing his butt and letting another one out* what does it have to do with anything

Harry: just tell me *sniffs*

Harry: oh my gawd

Draco: well

Draco: no

Draco: but I’m sure I don’t need a reason now and when I tell her that, she’ll know

Draco: because she is a bitch, Potter

Draco: and a whore

Draco: a cock-sucking whore

Draco: now wait a minute

Harry: I’m not saying anything

Draco: she is a cock-sucker

Draco: it was her who made me a cock-sucking whore, too!

Harry: are you sure?

Draco: *bending over to get the cigarette and a lighteroff the floor* geez *farts*

Draco: fuck no

Draco: fuck

Draco: *failing to light a cigarette again* I am so shitfaced

Harry: let’s go

Draco: where

Harry: you were going to call Hermione a bitch because she made you suck my cock

Draco: what the fuck are you talking about

Harry: let’s go

Draco: where

Harry: you’ll see, love

Draco: don’t you patronise me

Harry: I need you to fart in every corner of Pansy and Neville’s party chamber

Draco: that I can do

later at Longbottoms

Pansy: why is Draco walking around and farting in every corner?

Harry: because —and I quote— “Hermione is a whore”

Pansy: yeah that sounds like what Draco would say

Neville: Draco farts everywhere

Harry: important thing is: whatcha gonna do about it?

Neville: get me a recipe for Narcissa’s killer cheesecake and we’re even

Harry: *gives him a tiny flask* with her making of

Harry: bring me back this memory on Monday

Pansy: I would scissor her so hard I would die

Hermione: I heard you talking about Mrs Malfoy

Harry: yeah, Pansy would want to scissor her

Hermione: oh I would do anything to do that again

Harry: again?

Pansy: again?

Neville: again?

Draco: again what

Harry: Hermione was scissoring your mom

Draco: *farts*

Draco: you are a whore, Hermione

Harry: *grins*

Hermione: yeah I deserve that

Neville: do you have a memory of that?

Pansy: Neville! Don’t be a pervert!

Pansy: I should be asking her that!

Neville: you’re right, I’m sorry

Hermione: I really shouldn’t

Pansy: yes of course, sorry

Harry: she didn’t say “no”

Draco: a proper whore

Draco: I love that

Draco: *farts*

[kristiliqua]

by the way ,

if you do not support palestine , get the fuck out .

/srs . you cannot be neutral on a genocide , and i’m sure as hell not going to let any pro-israel motherfuckers in here . get the fuck out . i don’t want you here , ever . thanks :)

[milkstoner]

I don't have an insta 😔

I do have to respect that honestly.