#and god damn it I reached the tag limit. fuck.

[barleyo]

BARELYYYYY write another daddy Leon fic, AND MY LIFE WILL BE YOURSSS

867-5309.

Real Dad! Leon Kennedy X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: this fic is shitty and short, sorry ^_^ i literally have no drive or desire to write anymore, idk what's going on with me. probably some type of brain worm! but i thought i should at least try to get something written :3 (ily whoever knows what song the title is referencing)

Tags: incest (daddy-daughter), phone sex, age gap (21 and 50-ish), mutual masturbation, no actual sex, idk dude i'm not sure what i was going for with this

Wordcount: 719

!!! DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT/DARK CONTENT !!!

"Little note wasn't lying," Leon said into his phone, sitting in his car near the back of the bar's mostly empty parking lot. "What's this about a good time, doll?"

It was too late for him to be out like this. Too late for him to be this far from sober. Too late for him to be calling some random number that was stuck to the urinal partition. And, of course, it was much too late for him to be this horny.

"Depends," a voice, your voice, spoke on the line. "What kinda night is it, mister?"

Thank god he was drunk, or else he would've heard right through your overly sensual, fake tone. Thank god you were stupid, or else you would've known it was him right from the sleazy nicknames he used.

"Tonight?" 

Dirty fucking man. His hands were practically already in his pants. Roughly palming at himself over his tented jeans to the sound of some mystery broad's voice. 

"It's a real good night, babydoll. I think you could make it better though." He pulled his zipper down, cock pulsating desperately. 

You giggled on the other line, absolutely drowning in the sudden flush of attention. That's why you slipped the damn sticky note with your burner's number into the men's room all those nights ago, hoping some horned up man old enough to be your dad would ring your line and validate you. Little did you know, that man would truly be your dad. 

"Sounds like you could use it. I don't mind 'chatting' for a bit," you said, hand finding its way all over your body. "Tell me, y'touching yourself already?"

"To a voice like yours? Of course I am."

Leon freed himself from the confines of his pants, eyes shifting anxiously as he looked around the sparse parking lot. He was a grown man, he'd jerked off to hotlines and voices on the phone all the time. In public, though? New territory completely. 

He squeezed his shaft, feeling it pulse in his hand. Thing had a heartbeat of its own at that point as it practically begging to catch some friction and relief. 

"Glad you called," you said, sliding your panties off while you spoke. You tossed them in the corner of your room mindlessly. "I've been waiting for someone to find that little note."

Leon opened his mouth to respond when he heard a soft moan escape your mouth. That was enough for him to start. He wanted to take it slow, to enjoy himself, but who was he kidding? He was a needy fucker and he wanted to cum ASAP. 

"What'cha doing right now?" he was finally able to ask, swallowing thickly as he pumped his length. "Using those cute fingers, doll?"

You hummed through an over exaggerated moan, dramatizing and putting on a show for your 'mystery man.' 

"Sure am," you said, finger curled, reaching your g-spot the best you could with the limited length it had. "But it's not as good as the real thing."

He could practically hear the pout in your voice, and it drove him crazy. You sounded like a bratty little baby, just his type. 

"Awh, aren't you a poor thing? Bet some older cock would do you good, huh?" 

He heard the squelch of your cunt through the phone speaker. It picked up the sound of your palm hitting your clit, and the little gasps of air you let out each time you slammed your fingers in.

"Guess so." You bit your bottom lip, holding back an excited squeal at his words. "You offering?" 

Leon chuckled dryly, watching the tip of his cock weep with pre as he stroked himself. "Oh, someone's eager. Sure," he said, amused smirk on his face as he started to near his climax, hand still working furiously over his cock. "I'm offering. I could use a cute thing like you, anyway. It'll be much better than just hearing ya through the phone."

"We'll see about that," you teased, phone clicking off of the line just as he started to cum. 

(XXX)-867-5309: *sent location* 

(XXX)-867-5309: pull up ;)

Wait, that address? That was his house...

"Fuck."

Leon's head fell back on the car seat headrest, brain going a mile a minute. Hand still covered in stray spurts of cum.

"Fuck!"

[makoodles]

ミ tìyawn / ve’kì [nsfw]

🍓 pairing: tsu'tey x fem!human reader

🍓 word count: 12k

🍓 tags: nsfw, human/na'vi relationship, angst to fluff (kinda), jealousy, vaginal sex, tsu'tey is one seriously conflicted boy

masterlist

It’s no secret that Tsu’tey hates the Sky People.

They are demons, blind to the world around them and so utterly destructive in their natures. His planet, his home, has seen nothing but chaos and hardship ever since they have arrived.

They are small and weak, yet vicious and harmful in just about every way. He has not known true peace since their arrival.

The sky demons have no redeeming qualities. Or at least, almost no redeeming qualities.

“Fuck! Oh, god-”

“Be quiet.” Tsu’tey grunts, gripping the woven cushions that you’re bent over so hard that the skin goes taut and bloodless over his knuckles.

Honestly though, it seems as though this is your attempt at staying quiet – your eyes are squeezed shut tight and your little blunt teeth are digging into your lower lip hard. Your face is all screwed up, your breaths coming in little panting gasps as he ruts into you.

“Are you not embarrassed? So loud.” He mumbles, though his tone doesn’t match his words at all. 

He really can’t manage to stir up the usual feelings of disgust he has for sky demons, not when he can see the way your little toes are curling everytime he fucks into you.

“Fuck off.” You say, but your voice is all weak and trembling.

The sound of it only intensifies that heat building in his lower belly. You’re so small underneath him, your pussy stretched to its limit and dripping all over the thick length of him. Despite the size difference, you’re taking it so easily.

It’s far from the first time that he’s had you like this, on your hands and knees beneath him as you take him so well, but he still gets such a thrill out of it. He enjoys your pathetic little noises, the whimpers and moans and mewls as you wiggle and squirm beneath him, trying to get him to hit just right.

You make a sort of little mewling noise, muffled by the floor as you turn your face into the woven reed flooring beneath you, and then he feels you tighten up like a damn vice around his cock, your cunt fluttering as you come again. 

“Another one,” He notes, not bothering to hide his amusement. “Greedy.”

When he comes into you, it’s with a soft, satisfied little grunt. He has done this many times already, yet the pleasure always surprises him. He’s never felt anything as tight as you, so good that it borders on painful, and the element of illicitness only adds an additional little thrill to the whole thing.

You’re still making soft, muffled little sounds as his hips rock lazily, riding out the last tingling aftershocks of his own orgasm. He enjoys those little noises immensely, and he makes a rumbly sound of satisfaction as he plasters himself over the top of you and allows his weight to press you down into the floor entirely.

“Ow, fuck-” You mumble into the floor. “You’re fucking heavy, asshole, getoffme-”

“Quiet.” Tsu’tey mumbles, his eyes sliding shut as he attempts to enjoy the pleasant tingling feeling in his fingers and toes following his release. “You are always talking, mouth never closed.”

“You didn’t mind my mouth being open earlier.” You shoot back, attempting to throw a pitiful little glare over your shoulder.

 He thinks of your mouth earlier, wide open and hot and wet as you worked your tongue over him, and smirks.

“Okay, seriously.” You grumble, a little louder this time. You reach around and shove irritably at his chest. “Get off, dickhead. Did you tear your stitches? I told you to be careful-”

Tsu’tey just grunts and rolls off you, landing on his back and stretching his spine out with a sigh. No sooner has he started to relax than you’ve sat up to peer closely at the healing wounds along his chest and stomach.

“Do not touch.” He snaps, baring his teeth at you when you prod at the ridiculous little sutures that you had insisted on threading into him weeks ago. 

“You’ve been touching me for the last forty minutes.” You grumble, but you take your hands back all the same.

Tsu’tey doesn’t bother responding to that. He’s feeling pleasantly loose and relaxed, and he’s trying to enjoy that feeling for as long as possible before the weight of all his responsibilities come rushing back in.

Though you’re not touching him, he can feel your eyes on him as you examine his injuries, making sure none of them have torn open during your activities. Your concern pricks at his pride, and he grumbles lowly as you peer closer at him.

“You’re lucky you didn’t bust these,” You say. 

“You would just redo them anyway.” He grunts without opening his eyes.

There’s a pause. Then you sigh.

“Yeah.” You murmur, so quiet he almost doesn’t hear. “I guess I would.”

This little… arrangement with you had started nearly two months ago. He can’t even fully remember how it had happened – you were some kind of healer, and had stayed around after the battle to help the wounded. Initially, he refused your help. He would have rather suffered the pain of his wounds than feel your little demon hands on him, but you had been practically forced upon him by Jakesully. 

For the first week or so, it had been nothing but sniping back and forth with each other. At some point, his insults and your challenges had evolved into heated exchanges that ended up like this, with you on your hands and knees or on your back for him as you both search for pleasure out of each other's bodies. 

After the great battle with the Sky People, most of them have been forced off the planet. The ones left are loyal to the Na’vi, or so Jakesully says. Tsu’tey is not convinced; they do not belong here, and he does not like them. Their presence aggravates him; he is still healing from the near-fatal wounds he had sustained during the battle, and he does not like having enemies around while he feels so vulnerable. 

You are not an exception to this; your presence aggravates him in a way he does not know how to describe. He is not blind or ignorant enough to claim that you are not attractive, in your own demon sort of way, but that reluctant sort of attraction only infuriates him further. He thinks something may have broken inside him after his fall from the sky during the great battle, but he refuses to think too much about it. 

It’s just a way of working out his frustration and you clearly enjoy these encounters. It’s not worth putting too much thought into.

Life slowly returns to normal after the majority of the Sky People leave. For weeks, the Omaticaya rebuild their home. The loss of Hometree was devastating, and the efforts to rebuild is both physically and emotionally taxing for the People. 

Tsu’tey does his best to pull his weight when it comes to helping out with the construction of their new encampment, but it is made difficult by the fact that you follow him around like a pest.

“I said no heavy lifting-”

“Go away, demon.” Tsu’tey grumbles, irritated by your presence.

“Doctor’s orders.” You’ve tilted your chin up, as stubbornly obstinate as ever. “Put that down.”

“Go away.” Tsu’tey repeats, but this time he reaches out and shoves at your head. It’s not a particularly rough gesture (he doesn’t actually want to hurt you), but it’s just enough to push you off balance.

You stagger a little, but keep on following him. He doesn’t bother trying to hide his irritation – the basket he is carrying is full of building materials, but it is not particularly heavy. He resents the fact that a creature as pathetically fragile as yourself would question his strength. 

And even more than that, he resents the fact that his wounds are admittedly paining him a little.

“I’m the one who’s gonna have to stitch you back up if you burst those-”

“I did not ask for your demon medicine.” Tsu’tey bares his fangs at you, growing genuinely aggravated. “I do not want it. Go and bother someone else.”

“But-”

Someone calls Tsu’tey’s name from further into the village, and he pulls his attention away from you to look towards the call. At his hip, you cross your arms and grumble as though you’re unhappy that his attention is not solely on you. You are a greedy thing, just like the rest of your people – always looking for more.

The one who has called him is Saeyla, and he has to suppress a sigh at the sight of her. She was his student once, and a talented one. She always did have much potential, but things have been very awkward between them since she had offered herself to him as a mate at the Tree of Souls. He had been harsh when he had rebuffed her, but perhaps not harsh enough if she is calling to him once more. 

It is typical that she has appeared in his path while you are hovering at his hip. A Na’vi woman that he rejected, and a human woman that he frequently chooses to be intimate with. It sounds like a bad joke.

“Saeyla.” He greets, hoping that he does not sound as tired as he feels. “What do you want?”

Despite the fact that she had called out to him, Saeyla is not actually looking at him. Her eyes are fixed on you, her brow puckered in visible distaste. There is no way for Saeyla to know of the little illicit sexual relationship between you two, and yet Tsu’tey feels his shoulders tense. He does not like to think of how she would react if she were to find out.

“Go away.” Saeyla speaks, but it’s not directed at him. She bares her teeth and hisses at you, and Tsu’tey bristles despite himself.

You actually take a step back, no doubt cowed by the venom in Saeyla’s tone, but Tsu’tey grabs the back of your neck and holds you in place by his hip. The audacity of his old student irks him, and he narrows his eyes and lets his lip curl as he looks at her.

“You do not give orders.” He says sharply to Saeyla. “I have business with the demon.”

You’ve gone uncharacteristically silent by his side, and he just barely resists the urge to glance down at you. Where is all that annoying fire gone? Usually he can’t get you to shut up at all.

Saeyla is still glaring, but at least now she’s looking at Tsu’tey. “Why is she following you?”

He doesn’t have a good answer to that, so he just glares back at her. He dislikes her tone, and he is not used to being questioned. 

“What do you want?” He repeats himself, an unmistakable edge creeping into his voice.

There’s a pause, and then Saeyla purses her lips and throws her hair over her shoulder. Her kuru is drawn over her chest, long and glossy – her movements are calculated to draw attention to it, in a move that is unmistakably flirtatious. 

Tsu’tey’s ears flatten against his head at her boldness, uncertain what to make of this. 

“I wish to speak to you.” She says, before cutting a glance towards you at his side. “Without the demon present.”

For a moment, Tsu’tey says nothing. He stands there, tail swishing uneasily, as he considers the situation. This is admittedly more uncomfortable than it should be. He had rejected Saeyla’s mating proposal harshly, and now he feels as though he has been cornered by her yet again. 

Even worse, you stand at his side to remind him that he has apparently turned down the company of a fine, respectable Na’vi woman to rut with a human.

With a sigh he removes his hand from the back of your neck and instead pushes at your shoulder. “Go. Leave us.”

You pause, dithering a little, before relenting and stepping back. He does not glance down at you as you retreat, but rather keeps his eyes fixed on Saeyla, who is watching you as though she’s about to start hunting you.

Once you have retreated beyond earshot, Saeyla speaks up. “Ma’Tsu’tey. I was wondering if you have reconsidered my proposal.”

Once, Tsu’tey may have attempted to keep a neutral expression and to meet her bold requests with patience. But since the battle, since his injury, since he had started fucking you, he feels like a raw nerve, pulsing and peeled open and exposed. He feels as though he’s lost some of his control, some of the safe rigidity that had ruled his life up to now. 

“I have not.” He says bluntly.

But just like always, Saeyla does not know when to stop pushing.

“I understand that you are not ready to take a mate.” She says, stepping closer to him even as he stands stiff and still. “But the battle is over, and the People are rebuilding. I am happy to be… if not a mate, then a lover-”

His eyes flare wide, surprised by her brazenness.

“Saeyla,” He bites out. “You overstep.”

“It is an offer.” She says simply, bowing her head in what would have been a gesture of deferment if not for the way she is stubbornly maintaining eye contact with him. “Just an offer.”

Tsu’tey’s upper lip lifts up in a snarl, baring his sharp upper teeth. “I do not enjoy repeating myself.”

As always, Saeyla is unapologetic. She keeps staring up at him in a way that she likely believes is seductive, but is really just uncomfortably intense.

“Consider it.” She entreats him, finally stepping back. “You are lonely, I know it. I wish to share the burden with you.”

His jaw clenches, his shoulders straightening and going rigid. He probably should consider her offer. She is a woman of the People, a warrior-hunter who has completed her iknimaya, and she is not unattractive. And yet, his entire being rejects the idea of taking her as a mate. It feels wrong in a way that he does not understand.

Without another word, Tsu’tey turns from her and marches away. 

He feels restless and discomfited, his tail swishing low around his legs in annoyance as he storms back through the village. Some of the People call out greetings to him as he passes, but he is too preoccupied to reply. 

“Tsu’tey,” Jakesully calls when he passes by him, “Brother, I thought you weren’t cleared for heavy lifting yet-”

“What?” Tsu’tey snaps, turning with a scowl.

Jakesully pauses, his eyebrows creeping up at Tsu’tey’s overly aggressive tone of voice. Chagrined, Tsu’tey takes a moment to breathe, forcing himself to calm down. He is being unreasonable.

“I thought our resident little nurse had ordered you not to be doing any heavy lifting.” Jakesully says slowly. “You’re bleeding a little there.”

Tsu’tey follows Jake’s pointing finger to his chest, and sees that one of the neat little stitches around one of his wounds has torn open a little bit.

“Ah,” Tsu’tey’s brow contorts in frustration. “She will be a pain about this.”

Jakesully reaches out and takes the large basket from him, still watching his face carefully. “Yeah, well, we’re lucky to have her. Most of the medical personnel went back to Earth.”

“All of the demons should have gone back.” Tsu’tey says, but he’s somewhat distracted. He’s basically just repeating old arguments, his attention preoccupied with the blood that’s trickling over his chest from where your careful stitches had torn at the skin.

Jakesully gives him a look of intense disapproval, but Tsu’tey does not quail beneath it. It is a disagreement that the two of them have had several times. Tsu’tey believes that Jake is blinded by his past as a tawtute, and that he is unfairly biased in their favour, and Jake believes that Tsu’tey is allowing his prejudice to blind him when it comes to forming alliances and friendships with the sky demons that remain here.

“What crawled up your ass today?” Jake demands, brow furrowed.

Tsu’tey nearly chokes. “I- what? Nothing is up my-”

“Why are you even grouchier than normal?” Jake interrupts his protests, still frowning. “I thought you were getting along better with her.”

“No.” Tsu’tey denies instantly, his ears pinning back defensively. “I do not like her.”

Jake’s eyes narrow, visibly unconvinced. “Right. Well, Jesus, if you’re so against having her help, go to one of the Omaticaya healers.”

It’s not an unreasonable suggestion, but Jakesully has no way of knowing that Tsu’tey goes to you for reasons other than simple medical help. There is no simple way of describing the strange sexual relationship he has with you now, not without admitting a level of vulnerability that he is uncomfortable with. His attraction to you is a shameful thing that he would prefer to indulge in without having to analyse at all.

He just grunts, brow furrowed, and doesn’t answer.

“Whatever.” Jakesully blows out a frustrated breath, clearly done with both Tsu’tey and the conversation. “Do what you want. But don’t be so damn hard on her, yeah?”

Tsu’tey just scowls at him, before turning on his heel and storming purposefully back into the village. Why is it that everyone thinks they know what he wants better than he himself does today?

Predictably, he finds you in the little outpost that has been built to house the demons that have chosen to stay close to the village. 

He has to loop one of those horrible little masks around his neck when he ducks inside, taking the odd puff of air every five minutes or so as he lopes into the outpost. The ceilings are high, made to accommodate the demon avatar bodies that some of the scientists have, but he still feels claustrophobic in the confined space.

The outpost itself is quiet at this time of day – the sky demons keep busy, often attempting to offer help in the village or just wandering the forests with their stupid technology as they research. 

He finds you in your usual workspace near the back, fiddling with one of the glowing pad things that the demons usually use. You don’t look up as he approaches, even though he’s sure that you hear him. You appear absorbed in your work, except when he gets close he can see that you’re just staring at the pad without actually doing anything.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, still not raising your head. “I thought you were busy.”

Tsu’tey hums, poking at one of the strange machines that line the little room you’ve been working in. All this demon technology makes him uneasy, and his ears stay pinned against the side of his head as he hovers behind you.

“These stitches have broken.” He says, reaching up to scratch at where some of the blood has begun to dry.

That finally makes you turn, though your expression is all crumpled up into a frown as you step forward to peer at his chest. Ridiculously, he feels a little guilty. You had told him to be careful so many times, after all, and now he has made more work for you. But then he pushes those little feelings of guilt down deep – he was not going to be a burden on the clan by not helping out when he should, no matter how much you begged him to be still and useless as he healed.

To his surprise, you don’t scold him. You just purse your lips and gesture to the small flat bed that you use for his medical check-ups, and he sits without complaint. He is familiar with this routine by now, but his tail curls uncomfortably as you remain silent – you haven’t even said I told you so.

You place your small hands on his chest as you lean in to inspect the wound that cuts across his left pectoral muscle, right where the stitches at the top of the cut have torn. Your expression makes it very clear that you are unhappy with what you see, and yet you still remain quiet.

Tsu’tey allows the silence to stretch as you wash your hands and gather your medical supplies, threading a small needle as you prepare to redo his suturing. Even when you actually begin to fix his stitches, the needle pricking at his skin uncomfortably, he waits for you to speak first. 

It becomes clear very quickly that you’re content to do his stitches in silence. Unusual. You should have been scolding him by now, insulting him as you usually do. Then he would be able to insult you right back, and you would respond with a challenge, and then eventually the two of you would wind up in a sweating, moaning heap, as usual.

But you stay silent, your tiny hands gentle as you painstakingly work on his wounds.

Tsu’tey’s tail lashes, on edge. “You are quiet today.”

You just hum, without making any real effort to answer at all. It only makes his agitation worse. Why are you acting so strange?

When you finally finish up with his stitches, you step back and move to wash your hands, still not saying a thing. He watches you carefully, brow furrowed. 

You’re wearing a small white top, but you seem to have gone without your usual breast covering – a bra, you’ve called it before. He hadn’t noticed earlier, but now that he’s looking at you he can see the way your nipples press against the thin cotton material. Despite the oddness in your demeanour, Tsu’tey can feel himself growing aroused.

Perhaps he’s been conditioned to expect pleasure from these little encounters with you, because he’s growing hard beneath his tewng. He reaches for you, his tail swishing slowly as his hand trails over your waist.

You finally look up at him, but you neatly sidestep his hand. Surprised, Tsu’tey’s ears twitch back and flatten. You’ve never avoided his touch before – if anything, you’ve always been deliciously eager for him.

“What did Saeyla want?” You ask, turning away from him to dispose of the used needle and bloody wipes.

He blinks. He’s a little taken aback by the question, so it doesn’t occur to him to lie.

“She wished to offer herself to me as a mate.” He says. “And when I denied her, she offered herself as a lover.”

A muscle in your jaw pulses, and you flick your hair back before throwing him a look over your shoulder. “And what did you say?”

He frowns. Your manner is confusing him. Are you angry at him for tearing the stitches? You have always told him that you would stitch him back up again, so he had not thought you would be mad. 

He reaches out again, and again you step away. He scowls, frustrated.

“Am I not allowed to touch you?”

“What did you say to her? What was your answer?” You repeat, taking another step back as you squint at his face.

He blows out a breath, irritated. “It is not your business.”

“Not my business?” You repeat, sounding faintly disbelieving. “Not my business?”

Your eyebrows are raised and your eyes are narrowed, your mouth pressed into a firm line. Tsu’tey is not very good at reading the expressions of Sky People, but even he can tell that he’s treading a dangerous line here. You seem angry, though he can’t understand why.

“My mating prospects are a concern for the People, and the People alone.” Tsu’tey says, leaning forward to scowl at you. “It is not the business of tawtute.”

You scoff, folding your arms tight across your chest. “You seemed to enjoy making your mating prospects my business when you were fucking me after every damn check-up.”

“That was not mating.” Tsu’tey snaps. “That was…” He thinks of a phrase he has heard Jakesully use before, a human idiom that you will surely understand. “That was blowing off steam.”

You take a sharp breath. If you looked angry before, now you look furious.

“Blowing off steam?” You repeat, your voice trembling with righteous anger. “Are you fucking joking? I mean- I know that you don’t like humans, but I thought- I thought that you-” 

Tsu’tey’s tail lashes, and he pushes himself up off the bed. He does not like this; you are unexpectedly angry, and he does not know what to do with the brunt of your frustration. He has argued with you before, small and petty disagreements as you snipe at each other, and it has always been resolved with you face-down and ass-up as he pounds his way into you. This argument feels different. He doubts there will be such a pleasurable end to this one.

“Do you even-” You start, your face all screwed up. “Do you even like me?”

What a loaded question. He doesn’t even know how to begin answering that – he just stares at you like a total skxawng, his brows furrowed and eyes flared wide in bewilderment. The two of you have never spoken about what it is you’re doing together, or about how either of you feel about it. If anything, Tsu’tey has been trying his damn hardest not to think about things. 

“You-” He starts, floundering a little and trying to hide it. He hates appearing uncertain or vulnerable in any way. “You are… a good healer. And you are… attractive.”

You are more than attractive, really. You are so small and delicate, squishy and soft, and you heal rather than destroy like the rest of your kin. He likes that you are so concerned about him, that you care so much for his healing. Your weakness is also something that is distinctly… thrilling to him. He likes that he feels as though he can protect you, he likes that he feels so strong around you. When you’re not actively tending to his wounds, he’ll admit that his eyes trail after you more often than they should.

He doesn’t say any of that out loud. “But you are still a tawtute.”

“So it’s fine to fuck me, but nothing else, is that it?” You demand, glaring at him. “Jesus, why have you even been wasting your time with me?”

His ears pin back, confused. He had thought that you were both on the same wavelength when it came to where you stood with each other. It had never felt like a waste of time to him.

Tsu’tey hates the Sky People. Everyone knows that. You were the most bearable of all of them, and he will admit that you are enticing with the soft plushness of your body and your sweet little face, but you are still a sky demon. His attraction to you is a shame that he wrestles with constantly, only quieting when he is with you properly.

You’re breathing heavily, your chest heaving as you try to regulate yourself. “You know what? Fuck off. Go ahead and fuck Saeyla, or one of many other Na’vi women that are clearly into you. There’s no fucking reason for you to be wasting both of our time like this.”

When he doesn’t move, you bare your teeth and reach up to shove at his stomach as hard as you can. You are one of the weakest little creatures he’s ever come across, so there’s no chance of you actually managing to shift him – still though, he takes a step back as you shove at him again.

“Get out! Go away!”

Tsu’tey growls warningly, and grabs at your small hands with one of his before tugging your arms to the side so that you can’t shove at him anymore.

“Calm down.” He warns, frowning at you. “You are overreacting-”

“Oh, you asshole!” You yell, visibly furious. “Don’t tell me I’m overreacting! Just go – go find Saeyla and tell her that you accept, and don’t come around here anymore!”

Tsu’tey rumbles a growl, his lip curling at you. How do you have the audacity to tell him not to come around somewhere on his own planet when you are the interloper here?

“You do not tell me what to do-” He begins, but you’re not even listening to him.

“Go!” You shout, and this time he does as you say.

He beats a retreat out of the outpost, his tail lashing in agitation as he storms out. He doesn’t look back once, and you don’t follow after him. 

For the next couple of days, Tsu’tey stews.

It is his nature to brood over things anyway, but even he can recognise that he’s particularly moody in the days following his disagreement with you. He skulks around the village and tries to help where he can, but Jakesully banishes him from the heavy-lifting. That means that Tsu’tey has even more time to sulk to himself, replaying the argument in his head and trying to figure out what the fuck had happened.

Strangely enough, he does not see you around the village at all. Not even a glimpse in the distance. It makes him uneasy.

Before the incident with Saeyla, you used to follow him around constantly, badgering him about being careful and minding his stitches. It had been irritating, but now that you’ve seemingly disappeared he finds himself hyper-conscious of your absence.

Eventually, he finds himself outside the demon outpost once more. He can’t quite believe that he’s here of his own free will, but he tells himself that it’s just because he needs his stitches checked. They look fine, but it’s better to just make sure.

But when he shoves his way inside, he’s unnerved to find that you aren’t here either. There are several tawtute around the outpost, and they look both startled and bewildered to see him here. He pays no attention to them, searching the place for any sign of you.

There’s another Sky Person in your usual work space, a male, and he looks absolutely terrified when Tsu’tey approaches.

“Oh,” The demon says, straightening up. “I- hello. Do you- you’re here for a check up?”

Tsu’tey’s lips peel back in a sneer, a harsh snarl rumbling in his chest. The tawtute shrinks back, horrified.

“Where is she?” He demands, looking around as though you might emerge from behind one of their strange machines at any moment.

The demon swallows thickly. At least he doesn’t insult Tsu’tey by pretending that he does not know who he’s talking about.

 “Um… she’s not around right now.” His voice is trembling slightly, but he still gets his point across. “She said that if you came in about those stitches, that, um… well, she said to tell you that you should go to a Na’vi healer.”

Tsu’tey’s nostrils flare, and the tawtute flinches. “I want to speak to her.”

The man just shrugs, all jerky and stiff. “She’s not here, man. Sorry.”

It takes days before Tsu’tey sees you again.

He is starting to grow genuinely frustrated with your absence, and in some sense worried too, though he didn’t want to admit it. So when you finally reappear, Tsu’tey is honestly relieved.

That sense of relief doesn’t last for very long, because the next time he sees you, you aren’t alone. 

Tsu’tey knows that you are a healer, of course. He knows that you must surely attend to other people. But ever since he was injured in the great battle, the only person that he’s seen you focus on is him. 

Maybe that’s why it’s such a shock to finally catch sight of you tucked away in a corner of the village with your head bent over the arm of Artuk, a recently blooded male of the Omaticaya. He was a student of Tsu’tey himself, and only completed his iknimaya trials a few weeks ago. 

As a young hunter, he is free to choose a mate for himself. It is utterly galling to see the way that his tail coils so close to your thigh as you inspect the cut on his arm, gently cleaning it of blood. 

Artuk’s ears rotate forward as you speak to him, his eyes half-lidded as he listens closely to whatever it is that you’re saying. He looks too interested, and Tsu’tey feels his own ears pin back defensively at the sight before him.

Perhaps he is reading too much into this. You are a healer. You are healing. Artuk is probably not looking at you in that way at all – surely Tsu’tey is the only one with that specific illness that makes him feel attracted to the sky demons that tried to destroy his home. Or at least, one particular sky demon.

Still though, he ends up hovering nearby and trying to look busy as he steals glances over to where you’re standing next to Artuk. The young hunter’s arm has been carefully bandaged up by your gentle hands, but Tsu’tey notices that you’re still holding onto his arm anyway. 

When you laugh at something he says, Tsu’tey’s ears flick even lower. Art’uk has never been particularly funny, so what are you laughing at?

Artuk starts to grin, looking disgustingly pleased with himself. Then, to Tsu’tey’s horror, he starts to shuffle closer to you. 

And you just stand there, not making any move to edge away. If anything, you look flattered by the attention. As Tsu’tey watches, your smile turns faintly shy and you reach up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear. 

You look so pretty from here, even if you are too small and weak and odd-looking. The fact that your smile is directed at Artuk is disgraceful, and it causes Tsu’tey’s teeth to gnash.

The last straw comes when Artuk’s tail moves low and begins to coil around your ankle. There is no mistaking what a move like that means, and Tsu’tey grimaces in pure shock. Art’uk is flirting with you. His intentions are unmistakable.

What the fuck? Artuk setting his sights on a sky demon is one thing, but setting his sights on you? That is something that Tsu’tey could never have predicted.

He’s moving before he even realises it. There is no plan, he’s not even thinking, and before he knows it he ends up standing in front of you and Artuk with a scowl so forceful that it’s nearly giving him a headache.

Artuk startles, his eyes blowing wide as he attempts to sit up straight. “Ma’Tsutey! I did not see you!”

Tsu’tey just glowers. The youngling is hardly even a man yet, and yet his tail is still coiled around your ankle in some pathetic attempt at asserting ownership. Where did he get the audacity? And you! You were letting him!

“What happened?” Tsu’tey asks, and his voice comes out rough with irritation. He nods pointedly towards Artuk, where his arm has been so carefully wrapped by your skilled hands.

“Oh,” Artuk’s ears twitch, a sign of embarrassment. “An accident with construction. A beam slipped and cut me.”

“A foolish mistake.” Tsu’tey snaps disdainfully.

You speak up for the first time, but you don’t look at Tsu’tey at all. Your gaze is still focused on Artuk’s arm, despite the fact that it’s already been wrapped.

“Accidents happen.” You say, before sending Artuk a sympathetic little smile. “Does it still hurt?”

“A little.” He says, and Tsu’tey snorts in contempt. 

What kind of warrior snivels over such a small injury?

“Oh,” You coo sympathetically, and stroke a thumb just beneath his bandages. “Poor thing. Well, it’s clean now, so you shouldn’t be at risk of infection-”

Artuk is nodding, but Tsu’tey knows that he isn’t really listening. He’s too busy staring at your face, his eyes lingering around your strange little blunt teeth and your odd nose. Tsu’tey understands the appeal – he has studied your foreign features enough to be rather intimately familiar with them – but he finds himself resentful of Artuk’s interest. Innocent fascination would be one thing, but he can see by Artuk’s body language that his interest in you is not innocent. 

“Thank you for your help.” Artuk says so earnestly that it sets Tsu’tey’s teeth on edge. “You have very gentle hands.”

Tsu’tey rolls his eyes violently, but you seem flattered by that little comment. You look down, all flustered, and smile up at Artuk from beneath your eyelashes. It’s a look that would have had Tsu’tey’s kuru tingling and his cock stiffening, if only it had been directed at him and not Artuk.

“Alright,” Tsu’tey finally says, his voice much louder than entirely necessary. “Go away, Artuk. I must speak with the tawtute.”

Your head snaps around, and you glower at him so intensely that it almost physically burns. Tsu’tey doesn’t care – it doesn’t matter that you’re glaring at him so long as he has your attention on him and not Artuk.

“I can’t imagine what you think we have to talk about.” You say sharply, sticking your nose up at him.

You’re such a prissy little thing. He has no idea why he likes it so much – he doesn’t think he’s ever enjoyed that in a woman before. 

“I think we have lots to talk about, little thing.” He rumbles, and watches the way your lips purse.

He is not blind. He sees the way your eyes dart over the muscles of his chest and down over his waist and hips, before quickly darting away towards safer territory. Unfortunately, it seems as though you’ve decided that safer territory means towards Artuk.

Tsu’tey bristles, frustrated that your attention keeps straying. He’s never had an issue keeping your attention before. If anything, he’s always found it difficult to escape your fussing. That he is being denied your attention now is making his skin itch.

“I’ll check on this later, alright?” You say, smiling at Artuk once more before straightening your little tank top and stepping back.

Tsu’tey relaxes slightly as space grows between the two of you, though he keeps darting his gaze between you and the young hunter. Artuk’s tail coyly slips away from your ankle, though it drags painstakingly slowly across your skin as it does so. Tsu’tey just barely manages to resist the urge to grab it and tear it away from you entirely.

“Yes. Thank you again.” Artuk says, his ears lowering in supplication. “Will you have dinner in the village this evening? I will see you then?”

“I’m not sure yet.” You say, a little awkwardly. “We’ll see.”

Artuk takes that in stride, and he gives you one last smile before leaving you alone with Tsu’tey. He doesn’t even spare Tsu’tey a glance as he walks away, and Tsu’tey is struck by his boldness once more. He certainly hasn’t always been this confident; Tsu’tey remembers him as a weedy youngling who cried from frustration when he found himself unable to hit the target during training. 

Now that it is just you and Tsu’tey, it seems as though you’re absolutely determined to ignore him. You drop your attention to the little medical kit that you carry around everywhere, packing away the disinfectant and the bandages that you’ve been using. 

“What was that?” Tsu’tey demands, ducking his head down towards you so that he can speak to you with an illusion of privacy. “You say you will check on that small scratch of Artuk’s, and yet you have not looked at my stitches for many days now.”

“You’ve told me hundreds of times by now that you think human medicine isn’t worth shit and that you don’t want it anywhere near you-”

“You have never listened to me before.” Tsu’tey snaps back, aggravated. “Why are you listening now?”

“Tsu’tey, go away.” You grit out without looking at him. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“So you would speak to Artuk instead?” He asks, frowning as he shuffles closer.

You turn and scowl up at him once more, and Tsu’tey feels something within him ease at having your attention on him again.

“Artuk actually wants to speak to me.” You say sharply. “Unlike you. Why are you here?”

“I am here because I do want to speak to you.” He points out in frustration. “You have been avoiding me.”

“Yes, obviously.” You sling your little pack of supplies over your shoulder, clearly preparing to leave. “I can’t imagine why that would bother you. You have made your opinion on me perfectly clear-”

“Well, I obviously have not made it clear if you are avoiding me.” He reaches to stop you from leaving, but stops short of actually touching you. “Stop. I wish to talk.”

“Fine.” Your small hands are clenched into fists. “Talk then. Tell me exactly what you think of me.”

For a moment, Tsu’tey just stands there. You’re watching him expectantly, your hands on your hips, and your brows are drawn together challengingly. It’s almost comical to see a small thing like you act so defiantly, but Tsu’tey feels warmth curl in his belly at the sight. It’s sweet.

“Come back to my kelku.” He blurts. It’s not quite what he had meant to say, but the words are already out and he can’t take them back.

You scoff. “No. Jesus, all you do is think with your fucking dick-”

“Not for that.” He says hastily, ears lowering. “Just for talking.”

You're still scowling, your arms coming up to cross defensively over your chest. You don’t appear too convinced by him, but he is not willing to give up just yet. 

“Let us go to the tawtute outpost instead, then.” He offers. “Just to talk. That is all.”

Slowly, so slowly, you start to relent. Your shoulders lower and your arms drop, but you keep scowling. 

When Tsu’tey sees you start to give in, he seizes on it. “Ten minutes. Just ten minutes.”

He’s pleading like a moron, his dignity lying in tatters around his feet. It’s a little mortifying to have to beg a demon just for the chance to plead his case, but he stands firm anyway – he may as well commit fully, after all.

You sigh, and reach up to rub at the back of your neck. You look tired, and he feels guilt creeping into his stomach.

“Ten minutes.” You say firmly, before turning on your heel and marching away.

Tsu’tey wastes no time in following you. Usually, it is him leading the way with you following along at his heels, so for him to be following behind you like this is a novelty. He finds his eyes glued to your back as he walks after you, careful to take smaller steps so that he can stay behind you.

He lets his gaze travel down your back and over the curve of your waist and the swell of your hips. It’s not often that he gets a chance to look like this – he’s usually trying too hard to pretend that he’s not aware of you at all. Now, he allows himself to appreciate the view as your steps cause your hips to sway.

The two of you have just reached the edge of the village when there’s a call of Tsu’tey’s name.

He’s fully prepared to ignore it, but then you pause from where you’re marching ahead of him and turn your head to look back in the direction of the village.

It is Saeyla again, he knows without even looking. He sighs as he follows your lead in pausing and looking towards her.

Saeyla has taken a step towards the two of you, her eyes narrowed and resentful as her gaze falls on you.

“Go away, Saeyla,” Tsu’tey calls, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I do not have time today.”

He places his hand just in between your shoulderblades and pushes, just hard enough to get you walking again. You half-stagger, glancing from Tsu’tey to Saeyla and then back again, before lurching forward.

“Are you not going to talk to-” You sound a little sour and Tsu’tey has no doubt that you’re planning some snappy little comment, but he has no intention of letting you finish.

“No,” He interrupts, still pushing you on. “I am not going to talk to her, vrrtep.”

That seems to mollify you, and you keep taking your somewhat clumsy steps into the forest, leading the way through the trees towards the outpost. Your journey together is quiet – you are still stubbornly avoiding talking to him, and he is reluctant to push his luck by attempting to draw you into conversation. 

It is a relief when the shoddy eyesore of a building looms up from the forest, and Tsu’tey speeds up without conscious thought. You let out a soft sound of complaint, but allow him to guide you into moving faster all the same.

When he follows you into the outpost building, he finds that it is far busier than the last time he was here. The sight of all the sky demons chatting and laughing and working irritates him, and he glares as he straightens up, his shoulders drawing back.

“Get out!” He delivers the order in the same harsh tone he usually uses when he is training the young hunters, and he finds it gratifying when he’s met with a frantic burst of movement.

“You are so goddamn rude.” You grit out, clearly irritated with him, but you just push further into the outpost as the other humans begin to file out.

He doesn’t particularly care for manners when it comes to interacting with tawtute, but you had looked at him so reproachfully that he hesitates to snap at them again. He just follows you towards the little medical bay you work from, looming over the scientists and glowering at them to get them moving out of the building a little quicker.

You lead him into the small medical room and as the doors whoosh shut behind him, you lean against one of the work counters and cross your arms as you watch him. Your regard is weighty for such a small creature, and he finds himself puffing up his chest and rolling his shoulders under your gaze.

“Go on then.” You say, eyes narrowing. “Explain.”

There’s a challenging bite to your voice that has his tail curling. He is getting excited, and he hopes that you don’t notice. He imagines that you will only get angrier at him, but he can’t help it – there’s something about the jagged edges of your anger that is impossibly enticing.

“I told Saeyla no,” Tsu’tey says, and watches you very carefully for your reaction. “I told her no about mating, and I told her no about taking her as a lover. Just as I have told her before.”

Your expression wobbles, but you manage to keep up the veneer of calm aloofness remarkably well. “Am I supposed to care about this?”

Tsu’tey steps towards you, and is pleased when you don’t step away from him. He ducks his head, just slightly, so that he’s closer to eye-level with you. 

“Yes,” He murmurs. “I think you do care.”

Your jaw clenches, and he realises that you’re beginning to get defensive. He tilts his head in supplication, attempting to appear non-confrontational – he will need to be careful or you will grow too angry to listen to him.

“I do like you,” He says. “You asked me before. The answer is yes, I do like you.”

You sigh, then reach up to rub at your face in frustration. It is rare that he gets access to your face like this; your face always appears so impossibly distant to him, all locked behind the awful plastic bubble of your mask, and he watches with ill-disguised interest as you press your fingers into your eyelids.

“Are you only telling me this because I was talking to Artuk?” You demand, your eyes squeezing shut in frustration. 

Tsu’tey shifts on his feet. He feels as though it would probably be unwise to answer that question, but he wants to be truthful with you.

“I have been thinking these few days.” He says, frowning. “But I did not like seeing him with you. He should not make advances on you like that.”

You laugh, but you most certainly do not sound amused.

“Why not?” You demand, stepping towards him. “He doesn’t mind that I’m human.”

Tsu’tey’s ears twitch, his mouth pursing. “Is today the first time he spoke with you?”

You scoff again, turning your face away from him. At first he thinks that you are so frustrated with him that you can hardly bear to look him in the eye, but then he sees that your mouth is pursed and your eyes are shifty – you are embarrassed.

“No.” You say, clearing your throat. “It isn’t.”

Tsu’tey inhales sharply. This does not please him at all.

“He’s friendly,” Your arms tighten across your chest defensively. “And he treats me like a person rather than a demon.” After that jab you pause, but then keep going as though the confession just spills out of you. “He… he’s hurt himself a couple of times over the last few weeks. He brings me fruit when he comes to get fixed up.”

That is a revelation that leaves Tsu’tey reeling. There is no reason that Artuk could not find a Na’vi healer in the clan to fix him up – and why was a hunter who had completed his iknimaya and was recognised as a man in the eyes of the People getting injured so often, anyway? And bringing you fruit? That, in conjunction with how his tail had curled so boldly around your little ankles, was undoubtedly a mating display.

And this has been going on for weeks? Tsu’tey has been fucking you for months, at least two, which means that surely Artuk has smelled his scent on you. That means that he has chosen to challenge Tsu’tey’s claim to you anyway, a fact that has Tsu’tey bristling. Not that his claim is obvious, admittedly. He should have noticed, should have done something about this.

To realise that his old student has been seeking you out like this is utterly galling. He feels a little ill at the thought of you accepting Artuk’s offering of fruit, of you smiling at him as you patch up his wounds, of you allowing Artuk to touch you.

Tsu’tey steps forward without thinking, reaching for your waist. This time, you don’t back away from him. His stomach leaps a little bit in mingled excitement and relief, and he lowers himself to his knees as both his hands cup you by the waist. It chafes at his dignity a little, to kneel before a sky demon like this, but when your eyes settle on his face he feels something in him ease.

Your eyes dart down to his hands, so large where they wrap around your torso, before darting quickly back up to his face.

“You only have ten minutes.” You remind him, raising your chin. “And you haven’t done much talking.”

Bossy, he thinks, amused despite himself. He has never been very good at talking, but he’s determined to do the best he can.

“I do not like Artuk talking to you.” He says, his fingers curling into the soft material of your clothes. “I do not like him bringing you fruit. I do not like that he is attempting to offer himself to you as a mate-”

“Oh, that isn’t what he’s doing.” You roll your eyes, but Tsu’tey ignores you.

If Artuk was brave enough to be so damn unapologetic about his desire for you, then Tsu’tey should be too. It might be shameful to desire a tawtute, but it would be even more shameful to have the tawtute he desired stolen away by another.

“I enjoy your softness, I like your small hands, I like that you care so much about the wellbeing of other people,” He starts, his tail lashing. “I like that you are small and bold. I like it when you get angry. I like the noises you make when you open up around my cock-”

You let out a noise of pure mortification, your hands jumping up to grab at his wrists where he’s holding you.

“Oh, stop!” You hiss, clearly flustered. “Where is this coming from? I thought we were just blowing off steam. If you want a lover, go to Saeyla-”

Tsu’tey cuts you off with a frustrated snarl, his fingers tightening around your little hips. 

“You are angry at me for something that I have not done.” He points out, clicking his tongue. “I have rejected Saeyla, I have rejected Txisma, I have rejected Ninat. Can you not see? You are the only one I have had.”

Your forehead is all wrinkled as you frown. You seem confused, and he can’t blame you – his feelings have been confusing him, too. 

“Do you-” He starts to ask, insecurity rising up in his throat like bile and gripping him tight. “Do you like me?”

“Ugh!” You throw your hands up, narrowly avoiding knocking him upside the head. “You’re so stupid! “

His ears pin back and his lips press tight together, but he does not argue. He is still waiting for you to answer the question, and it seems as though you’re just working yourself up.

“Of course I fucking like you!” You snap. Tsu’tey doesn’t even have time to feel pleased about that before you continue. “Do you have any idea how humiliating all this has been? I didn’t even really care that you were being a total asshole the whole time we were hooking up because at least you were noticing me. I understood why you called me a demon, I understood why you talked all that shit about humans. I still do undertand! We’ve been awful!  But I thought that maybe you were getting over it, since you were coming to find me damn near every day just to fuck. I thought that maybe you might like me-”

“I do like you.” Tsu’tey says quickly, but you actually hiss at him. 

“Shut up!” You snap. “I’m not finished!”

You have no fangs, so you should be utterly unintimidating, but he finds his ears flattening as he sits back on his knees, falling silent. It probably shouldn’t be attractive, seeing you like this. He attempts to stifle his reaction the best that he can in the hopes that you won’t notice the way he is shifting.

“You’re rude, and grumpy, and sometimes talking to you is like trying to talk to a brick wall!” You continue, your little face all contorted in frustration. “You think you know best, even when you don’t, and you won’t listen to my goddamned medical advice even when it will fucking help you! And I’ve had to redo those stupid stitches of yours at least a dozen times-!”

Tsu’tey’s own brows are furrowed now. Are you confessing that you like him, or are you just going to list out all of his faults?

“And yeah, I like you anyway.” You sigh, rubbing at your face. “God knows why. Maybe it’s your nice face, or stupid sexy body.”

Ah. A compliment. Tsu’tey tosses his braids back and smiles smugly. So you do like him. Excellent. 

“I am sorry that I upset you.” Tsu’tey says, his voice low in the intimate quiet of the room. “I have been… confused. But I know that I want you.”

“Like, actually want me?” You ask, one of your eyebrows cocked in challenge. “Or do you mean you just want to fuck me?”

“No, I mean-” Tsu’tey takes a breath, confused but determined. “Fully. I want you fully.”

Your expression falters, and you bite your lip hard in an effort to conceal your feelings. “Oh yeah? Even if I’m just a human? Are you willing to defend your choice to the rest of the clan?”

“Yes.” He breathes. “I… I think so.”

Your face collapses into a scowl, and he realises almost immediately that he has made a mistake.  

“Well,” You say; your tone is so faux-sweet that it’s almost sickening. “Why don’t you just come back when you're certain, then?”

You reach down and knock his hands off your waist, then turn from him and begin to march towards the door. The sight of you trying to leave sends his stomach plummeting to his feet. Has he lost his chance? Is his ten minutes up? Panicked, he lunges forward and grabs at your little hands.

“Wait.”

 He is still on his knees, which makes it difficult to shuffle after you, but he still manages to lightly tug you back to him. You yelp, reaching up to plant your hands against his chest in an effort to keep your balance. 

“I want you,” He says urgently. “I am certain.”

You pause, your breathing coming heavier as you stare at him. He can see the whites of your eyes as you watch him in what looks like disbelief.

“What if you want to take a mate later?” You demand, eyes narrowing. “What if you decide that I’m not enough, or that you want a Na’vi mate-”

“You are it.” He interrupts, hoping that his tone conveys just how earnest he is being about this. “Demon or not, I… it is you that I want. Just you.”

He’s not expecting you to lurch towards him, your little hands reaching up to grab at his face. When you press your soft little lips to his in a kiss, his hands find purchase on your hips and he uses his grip there to haul you closer.

"Sweet little demon," He breathes against your mouth, "Please, just- let me-"

"Yes," You gasp into the kiss as you reach up to tangle your hands in his hair, desperate to make the kiss last. "Yes, alright-"

When Tsu’tey’s hands slip down your back and over the curve of your ass, it sends a visceral jolt up your spine. He lets out a soft grunt, and squeezes at the pliable flesh there as you kiss him fiercely. He doesn't know how you’re able to do this, to make every small contact feel so unbelievably good. He swears that even your chastest touches make his head swim. 

The hand that he had on your ass slips around to your front, where he plucks at the waistband of your stupid leg coverings.

“Remove.” He groans out, his voice rough and gritty with arousal. 

You do as he says eagerly, pawing at the button closure before shoving your pants roughly down over your thighs. You are so sweet and insistent, and you keep kissing him with unrelenting heat as you push your trousers off. He unclasps his own tewng and tosses it aside before his hands return to your body.

His hands roam over the soft material of your top, landing just over your squishy breasts. You are not wearing a bra again today, and he delights in the feeling of them in his palms through your top. You are so much smaller than him that your breasts fit neatly in his hand, and he marvels at the sight. 

“Fuck,” You whimper as his thumb brushes over one of your firmed up nipples. “Oh, fuck, please.”

His fingers curl into the fabric covering your tits, and he tugs at it lightly. “Remove.”

You start to wrestle your way out of your top, and Tsu’tey feels a little thrill at how easily you are obeying him right now. As soon as your top is removed and your breasts are bare, his hands coast down over your ass. His hands squeeze lightly over the squidge there, and then he uses his grip on you to haul you up into his arms. 

You squeal a little in surprise, before you dissolve into laughter as he holds you against his chest and nuzzles into the base of your throat. Tsu’tey breaks out into a wild grin at your reaction, unrestrained and thrilled – your laughter is an unspeakable relief after being on the receiving end of your ire for so long.

You’ve barely stopped kissing him once, your little hands cupping his face and keeping him firmly in place as you nip at his mouth. The wet heat of your tongue against his has his head spinning as though he had drunk too much of the fermented nectar the clan makes for celebrations.

When one of his hands slips into the flimsy cotton of your panties, he takes a sharp breath when his fingers find the slick heat between your legs. Oh, you’re so wet, all sticky and slippery as the pads of his fingers ghost over your swollen little clit. 

You moan, your hips jerking, and Tsu’tey grins into the kiss, sharp teeth bared. It seems as though you want him as badly as he wants you.

His fingers press into at the same moment as he ducks his head down and bites at your throat, and you wheeze as your back arches. Your hips are chasing his hand, rutting up and trying to get him where you want him. It’s cute, and he suckles at your neck as you shiver against him.

“Tsu’tey,” You breathe, your hands winding into his hair. “Tsu’tey, please-”

He is almost unbearably hard, but he can’t bring himself to tear his hands away from you in order to take care of himself. He just grunts, and allows his thumb to roll over your clit as you gasp a tremulous little breath.

"Tsu’tey," You complain, beginning to writhe around his hand. "Will you- can you just-" 

When he just chuckles at your tone you huff and reach down, grabbing a hold of the hand he’s got between your thighs and rutting your wet pussy against his fingers.

“Yes,” You breathe, your eyelids fluttering dazedly as your head tilts back. “Like that.”

Tsu’tey watches with an open mouth as you grind against his hand, sucking his fingers in deeper as you rut your clit up against his thumb. Heat flares through his nerve endings at the sight alone, and he ducks his head down and laves his tongue over one of your breasts.

You cry out, pressing closer, and he takes the hint to keep going. He suckles at your firm nipple, enjoying the way that your breath stutters as you absolutely soak the hand between your legs.

“Fuck!” You sob, but then you bite your lip hard to stifle any more sounds as he rolls his thumb insistently over your clit.

Tsu’tey breaks away from your chest, his mouth leaving a string of drool connected to the breast he had been sucking at. He frowns at the sight of you biting your lip to stay quiet.

“Let me hear you.” He says, and the gravel in his voice surprises even him.

“No,” You grumble, though you’re breathless. “You always say I’m too loud. Mouth never closed, remember?”

Damn. He curses his past self for sabotaging him like this.

“I was a skxawng. You must not listen to me.” He murmurs, kissing your breast before licking over your nipple. “I like it. Let me hear.”

The next time his thumb rolls over your clit, you let out a soft, breathless moan. The sound hits him like a punch to the gut and goes straight to his cock. 

He feels a little bit feral as he takes a hold of your hips and lifts you, walking quickly to the large medical cot in the corner of the room.

The medical bed was built to withstand the weight of avatar bodies, yet when Tsu’tey lands heavily on it with you in his arms it judders unsteadily beneath him. You let out a small noise of concern, grabbing at his biceps for stability as he clambers atop you, settling between your legs and looping your thighs around his waist.

His fingers return to your cunt instantly, and his chest rumbles in a satisfied purr when your little cunt swallows them inside with ease. Your hips buck up to meet his thrusting fingers, it seems without conscious thought on your part. You’re absolutely soaking, and your pussy makes obscene, wet noises with every plunge and retreat of his fingers as you pant.

Your obvious pleasure and the feel, sound and smell of your sex ratchets up Tsu’tey’s own excitement. He finds himself rock hard just thinking about how good it’s going to feel to have your soft, slick body envelop his cock, and he moans against your breast.

“Okay,” You breathe, spreading your thighs further as he settles into the cradle between your leg. “Come on, fuck me.”

You’re such a pushy little thing. It’s taking every ounce of strength in him not to flip you onto your stomach and just pound you senseless, but he’s trying to prove himself to you here. He will make you feel good, but he will do it carefully.

“Yes, little thing,” He breathes, his cock hard and unyielding as it rubs against the folds of your sex. “Alright.”

He grips the base of his cock, grunting with the effort it takes to hold himself back. He pushes his hips forward, the tip of his cock dragging against you as he grinds lazily in between your thighs. 

When he does finally begin to push in, he does it painfully slowly. Your brow puckers, your lower lip sucked in between your teeth as you inhale sharply and whine. He watches your reactions with avid interest, his eyes tracing over your face as he pushes into you. He thinks you look beautiful like this. You are soft and strange and small, but your features please him just as your bossy little attitude does.

“Relax, vrrtep,” He murmurs, nosing at your sweat-slick temple. “Or I will not fit.”

“Just- do it-” You’re trying to hump your hips onto his cock like a damn little brat, and it nearly makes him laugh out loud.

He knows you can take it – he’s had you before when you were less prepared, and he’s not sure why it feels so different this time. 

He eases his pelvis back, and then pushes forward all at once until he’s halfway inside. You shriek, clawing at his strong shoulders, and he stills for a moment to let you adjust. 

You whine, breathy and wanting, as Tsu’tey lowers his chest so that he’s pressed tight against you with your breasts all squished up against him. Like this, he can feel the frantic flutters of your heartbeat against him, and his own heart thumping rhythmically as if to mellow yours out. He purrs, chest rumbling soothingly as he slides deeper.

Your eyes are squeezed shut as you gasp, and Tsu’tey’s purring takes on an edge.

“I want you to look at me when I claim you.” He says, his lips dragging over the base of your throat. 

“Stupid,” You gasp, your nails biting into his back. “As if it could be anyone else.”

"I want you to watch," He clarifies, nipping at your collarbone. "After this, your cunt will know no other than me."

“Jesus fuck-”

He hunches over you until you’re engulfed beneath him – you’re so tiny, and he’s never felt like such a mighty warrior as he does right now, with you safe and caged in by his own body.

With a grunt, he begins to rut into you properly. You fit around him like a vice, so tight that it feels as though you’re trying to actually squeeze his cock right off. The wet heat of you steals his breath away, and he moans senselessly into your throat. He feels lightheaded with pleasure, and clutches mindlessly at the soft flesh of your ass.

You scrabble at his chest, and he blinks in bewilderment as you grab at the breathing mask looped around his neck and bring it to his mouth. He takes a deep breath and some of that lightheadedness fades, but he still feels positively dizzy.

He looks down, and feels his brain practically blank at the sight of your pussy stretched taut around his cock, swollen and shining wet as he fucks into the hot cradle between your legs. You take him so well, entirely at his mercy as he lifts your ass up so that he can push into you at an angle, your legs locking tight around his narrow hips.

You reach up and fist his braids in your hand, and he snarls like a beast. Has this always felt so good? Or does his body recognise that his mind has finally opened up, accepting you as a potential mate?

His strokes steadily became long and powerful, angled just the way that you usually like. You reach above your head and clasp the steel bars of the medical bed to hold yourself steady, and Tsu’tey’s eyes drop eagerly to your chest as your breasts bounce.

“Lovely,” He mutters drunkenly, bowing his head to suck a bruise into the top of your breast. “Yuey, ma’tawtute.”

The noises that you’re making have his head spinning. How could he have ever shushed you? He was a bigger fool than he can even fully comprehend.

He grips your ass and pulls you up closer, your thighs squeezing tight around his hips. You whine, then choke, then go silent as he strokes into you as fiercely as he dares without hurting you.

“Do not go quiet on me now, mate.” He croons, one hand pawing between your legs in search of the swollen bead of your clit. “Let me hear you.”

He isn’t going to last long in the agonisingly tight heat of you, but it’s so terribly important that you come first. It is a matter of pride, of dignity, of his honour as a man – he needs you to know that it is a priority for him to please you.

“Oh, fuck.” You practically wail it, the word all drawn out and slightly slurred as your head tosses back. “Keep- keep touching me like that, please!”

Tsu’tey does as you ask, his fingers rolling insistently against your clit, so soft and swollen from your arousal. Your back arches and your cunt clamps down on him, and he damn near blacks out from the sheer overload of sensation.

“Oh, yes,” You pant, eyes wide and mouth open. “Tsu’tey, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna-”

“Yes,” He says eagerly, a purr ripping through his chest. “Yes, let me see your pleasure. Give it to me.”

It seems to wash over you like a wave, your eyes rolling back as your head tips against the bed, your fingers scrabbling across his back. Your walls tighten around his cock in pulsing waves, and you let out a soft keening that sounds like a garbled version of his name.

You’re a mess, all sweaty hair and glowing skin and limp limbs as your orgasm rocks through you. You look beautiful, and Tsu’tey doesn’t allow himself to blink the entire time you’re coming. 

Your climax marks the end of Tsu’tey’s control, and he lets himself go. His head drops to your shoulder and then he’s running on pure instinct and biting. His teeth are sharp and pierce your soft skin easily, without the need for any real force. He drives into you, breathing heavily, grunting as he thrusts harder and faster, letting the world fall away until he’s aware of nothing else but the singular sensation of fucking you, of knowing you’re his, of keeping you safe, only you, his and his alone.

With that thought, he comes suddenly – harder and faster than he’d intended – and the shock of it ripples down his spine like an electric current, sparking in his blood and seeping into his veins. He moans around your shoulder as he spends himself inside of you, feeling his release fill you and overflow, dripping out of the tight space already stuffed so full.

For a long moment, the only sound in your little cramped office is the sound of the two of you panting for breath. It doesn’t occur to Tsu’tey to breathe from the mask again until you start fumbling for it, but he releases your shoulder from his mouth and takes a deep inhale when you press it to his face. His tail waves lazily at the gesture – you’re such a caring little thing.

Just like all of the previous sexual dalliances between the two of you, Tsu’tey goes entirely boneless after his orgasm. He doesn’t even bother to pull out of you, just enjoying the feeling of intimacy as he goes lax over you, ensuring that his body weight is rolled slightly to the side so that he doesn’t crush you. 

“Okay?” He manages to ask, still feeling a little as though his brain has been liquefied.

You pant out a breathless laugh. “Oh yeah. I’m so okay.”

Tsu’tey hums as he nuzzles your jaw, the side of your neck. When you raise your hand and run them through the braids at his scalp, his eyes flutter shut instantly. Your small fingers scratch lightly at his scalp, and he lets out a purr so loud it nearly shocks him. How could Saeyla have ever thought she could compare with this? It feels so right, and he curls himself around you with another quiet purr thrumming in his chest.

You let out a soft noise, and Tsu’tey raises his head so that he can look at the bite mark he’s left on your shoulder. It’s bleeding lightly and sluggishly, and he runs a thumb lazily over the indentation of his teeth, smearing some of the blood over your skin. The sight of his mark on you, his claim on you, has his spent cock pulsing tiredly inside of you.

“Are you hurt, small one?” He wonders. He can’t quite drum up any guilt over marking you this way, but that doesn’t mean that he wants you to feel pain.

You just scoff, your head tilted back towards the ceiling as you breathe. “It stings, but it’s fine. You’re a real asshole, you know that? What the fuck was that? You’ve never bitten me before!”

“Of course not,” Tsu’tey mumbles, laving his tongue over his own teeth marks on your shoulder. “I have not claimed you properly before. It was important to fix that.”

You exhale at that, a breathy little laugh. “Oh, claiming, huh? Why didn’t you tell me? Next time, I’ll give you a big nasty bite too.”

Tsu’tey’s tail curls, his ears twitching in excitement. Do you mean that? You wish to claim him too, in the way of his People? How would it feel to sport your mark on him, made by your blunt little teeth? He would wear it with pride, he thinks. He can imagine your smug little face at the sight of Saeyla noticing, and he barely stifles a quiet snigger in your hair.

“Next time, tìyawn.” He promises you, hardly able to contain his own excitement at the idea.

You just yawn, blissfully unaware of the way that his thoughts are racing, and turn your face into his chest. “I feel like I want to sleep for a hundred years.”

Tsu’tey chuckles, his hands drifting low over your back. His fingers pet absently over the base of your spine, fascinated by the lack of tail there.

“You must sleep later, vrrtep.” He murmurs, before nipping lightly at your other shoulder that doesn’t have his bite. “Come. Let us go and get food.”

That catches your attention, and you squint up at him through disbelieving eyes.

“Now?”

“Yes.” Tsu’tey says simply, his tail lashing. “Artuk is waiting to see you there.”

He nuzzles into his mating bite on your shoulder, and feels you sigh under him. There is no possibility of you misunderstanding what he means, what he wants Artuk to see.

“You’re such an asshole.” You say yet again, but this time Tsu’tey’s ears twitch at the unmistakable fondness in your voice. “A possessive asshole, apparently.”

He doesn’t bother trying to deny that. He is a possessive man, and always has been. There are very few things in life that he has to call his own, and he is fiercely protective of them. Now, that stretches to include you.

It’s no secret that Tsu’tey hates the Sky People. But he’s willing to admit that you just might be an exception to that.

[vrmxlho]

socials as karasu’s gf

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karasu: luv waking up to you <3

tagged: yn

eggod: jst thinking abt how they set up the camera, checked if they were in frame, and posed to get this “candid”

↳ yn: you are just sad and lonely

↳ eggod: ok but can you be fr for a second??? like we all know that's what you did 😭

↳ yn: there is absolutely no reason for it tho ???? let people enjoy things 😞

↳ eggod: not on my watch no !

hioryy: how many more of these posts must we endure

↳ karasu: killing yourself would make the process a lot faster

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↳ hioryy: HIS BITCHASS GOT RESTRICTED!!! UGLY ASS MANWHORE!!!!

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↳ karasu: KYS

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↳ karasu: whoever keeps reporting me, i'm gonna punt you

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↳ hioryy: damn i reached my daily repoting limit...

↳ karasu: FUCK YOU???

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yn: do you think it is normal to be sending me stuff like this first thing in the morning?? it’s absolutely not!!

tagged: karasu

karasu: sorry so when am i supposed to send it exactly? 🤨

↳ yn: you know exactly what you're doing...

↳ karasu: yeah i do 😏

666666: bro should've done a few pushups first he looks mad ailing

↳ eggod: WHAT ???!!! 😭😭

↳ 666666: motherfucker open a thesaurus !

↳ eggod: stop saying random dinosaur names you don't sound as smart as you think you do 🤒

↳ 666666: god...

↳ yn: otoya pls stop skipping ur primary school classes :(

↳ eggod: dot dot dot

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yn: Uberを1台お願いします。

tagged: karasu, uberjapan

uberjapan: we love love 😍

↳ isagi_11: this is such a random partnership lmfao ????

↳ isagi_11: ngl respect get that bag !

↳ yn: nobody says this anymore...

eggod: that poor underpaid taxi driver...

↳ uberjapan: we assure you that our uber drivers are paid more than enough to afford basic necessities and in addition are provided with multiple discounts and benefits, we as a company value employe wellbeing and safety as a no.1 priority.

↳ eggod: erm...

666666: imagine basically living in your car and then having to deal with obnoxious couples like you i would kms

↳ yn: nagi pls you tell people you have a fake virus while coughing on them 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

↳ 666666: yeah but when i do it it's funny as hell

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karasu: <3

tagged: yn

eggod: another one!

↳ karasu: what

↳ eggod: another one of your fake "candids" i win 50£ under 3, nagi if its over

↳ karasu: get a life pls

↳ 666666: this is exclusively how i've been making money this past month

↳ karasu: how are you not broke?

↳ mikage: you really think he's using his own money...????

yn: ilysm <3

↳ karasu: ilyt

itoshirin: deadass looks like her hair's on fire

↳ yn: IT REALLY DOESNT WHY WOULD YOU SAU THAT 😭😭😭

↳ 666666: it really does tho

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karasu: she's so pretty like a princess

tagged: yn

eggod: karasu in his free-time...

↳ karasu: what else am i supposed to do?? 🙄

yn: WHEN DID YOU TAKE THIS PIC?

↳ karasu: on our facetime last week you looked like a literal angel 🩷

↳ yn: shut up ur so cute 😣

↳ karasu: i assure you, you're much cuter

↳ itoshirin: i don't understand why instagram is still showing me this shit i swear i blocked y'all

↳ yn: rin you really need to take your anger-management meds

↳ itoshirin: jump

↳ yn: ????????????

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Only You/ 14

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 4k

Includes- protective boyfriend Yoongi, physical fight, hands thrown, sex, missionary, cock riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Yoongi POV

I plop down in the chair under the tent by the makeup area, sweating bullets

The leather jacket I have on doesn't help in the L.A. sun

She comes over to me with a towel and starts wiping the sweat on my face

"It's fucking hot", I mutter

"Stifling", she agrees, her fingers under my chin, lifting my face to her, dabbing the towel all over, "Need to fix your foundation"

Yeah I figured

I kinda felt it sweat off me

Gross

She puts the towel down, turning to the table full of makeup

I reach for her and she giggles, "Yoongi!", when I pull her on my lap

Turning her face gently to me, I kiss her

I can't stop kissing her

Her soft lips against mine, her tongue against mine, her arms around me, fingers in my hair

Fuck, kissing her is heaven

"Naekkeo", she says between kisses, "You're going to mess up your makeup more"

"Good jagi, then I can stay with you longer", I murmur, dragging kisses down to her neck

God, her skin is so soft and smooth, I fucking love it

"Oh stop. You're have me all the time and all night", she teases

"Jagi, there isn't enough hours in the day for the amount of time I want to be with you"

She pushes me back softly, smiling so widely, "I love you Yoongi"

"I love you Jo"

She leans closer and kisses me again, my arms wrapped tightly around her

"God, can't they fucking stop", I hear Hobi growling, "It's bad enough I have to hear them having sex all the time, I don't want to see them either"

He needs to shut up

Ever since getting caught by him on the plane, he hasn't stopped complaining

She pulls away and says, "Maybe we should stop"

No way

"Do you want to?", I ask

She shakes her head

"Then don't", I answer, pulling her back to me

Her soft lips land on mine, feeling so fucking good

"Oh what the fuck?", Hobi snaps

"Stop Hoseok. He never said anything when you were like that with her", Namjoon sighs

"Are you serious? I just lost her and I don't want to see her with him! He took her from me"

No, I didn't

I didn't say anything to her about my feelings

She came to me

"He didn't Hoseok. You were an ass and she broke up with you. It's no one's fault she fell in love with him. And it's not his fault that he loves her. He's loved her his whole life and never said anything when you were with her.", Namjoon answers

"She fucking left me for him", Hobi snarls

"No she left you because she doesn't love you and didn't want to lead you on. She didn't want to be unfair to you and honestly it was the right thing to do."

Damn, I didn't think Namjoon would agree with that

"Oh fuck off"

"Whatever Hobi, you know I'm right. Just leave them alone. Look somewhere else"

"Fuck this. I need to walk", he snaps, getting up and moving away from the tent

I hear him get up but I just shrug it off

She pulls away when the kiss ends, running her fingers in my hair, "Maybe we should stop being so touchy around Hobi. For now at least",

"You think we should?", I ask unsure

I want to be able to kiss her whenever I want, hold her whenever I want

I don't want to be limited in what I can do with my girlfriend

"Yeah Yoongi, at least until he gets used to us together. It's not fair to make him upset all the time. You remember how that felt?"

I do

It was horrible

Seeing her with him when she should of been mine...

It hurt so much

Shit

I'm doing the same thing to Hobi

I'm making him feel what I felt but it's worse because I know that what I'm doing is making him feel that way

He didn't know I loved her all these years

He was just being affectionate with his girlfriend

But I know he loves her and I know it's hurting him

I don't want to hurt him

That's never what I wanted

I just want her

"Yeah jagi, you're right. I don't want to upset him. It's just I can't keep my hands off you and I honestly don't want to", I say, giving in

She smiles at me, gently touching my face

I close my eyes against her touch, just feeling her

Fuck me, I love her so much

"I know Yoongi. I feel the same way naekkeo", she says softly

I feel her lips on mine in a small kiss

Opening my eyes, I look at her beautiful face

"Ok jagi. We won't be so lovey dovey in front of him.", I relent, "But it's going to be hard"

"Very hard", she says, pulling me back to her, her lips on mine in another kiss, "But we have all night to kiss and touch each other"

I smirk at her, "I can't wait jagi"

Moving my hand to her ass, I squeeze it

"Yoongi", she giggles, kissing my cheek, then getting up, grabbing my foundation

"Sorry jagi. Your ass is just squeezable"

She rolls her eyes, a small smile on her face

"Alright baby, tilt your head up and lemme make you prettier than you already are"

I burst out laughing, "Yeah ok baby"

Leaning my head back, she dots foundation on my face and begins to fix it

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I close my eyes as the hair stylist, Nali, fixes my hair for the photo shoot

The same hair stylist that flirted with Hobi

I cringed when I got her but there isn't another hairstylist available and I desperately need my hair to be fixed

It's full of sweat and gross, Nali blow drying it right now

I'm exhausted so I'm closing my eyes for a little

Joanne and I don't get much sleep anymore, especially not during this trip

We're just all over each other and by the time we go to sleep it's really late

So worth it though and I'll take these few minute naps anytime

I'm almost asleep when I hear, "You're really cute"

My eyes snap open

What the fuck did she just say?

Is she insane?

She's never spoken to me before, not even when she did my hair

And all of a sudden she's starting now?

Not happening

"What?", I snap

She smiles, shrugging

Her smile does absolutely nothing for me

"I said you're really cute. I haven't noticed before"

Is she fucking joking?

She has to be joking

She has to be doing this shit on purpose

I just look at her in disgust

And to my utter surprise she keeps trying

"Maybe we can hang out sometime?"

She has some balls, I'll give her that

"What the fuck is you're problem?", I demand

"What? Nothing. I just think you're really cute. Hot actually and maybe we could have fun", she smirks

Is she for real?

Is she...flirting with me?

Seriously?

"Are you trying to flirt with me?", I snap

"Uh yeah", she answers, smiling again

I can't believe this shit

Everyone here knows I'm with Joanne

Everyone

They can see how much I love her, how much I can't keep my hands off her

Everyone sees me kissing her

All the time

I was just kissing her twenty minutes ago

So what is Nali trying to do?

And doing it where my jagi can see?

Fuck no

"You need to stop right now", I snarl

"But I like you"

"I don't give a fuck. I don't like you. I can't believe you have the balls to flirt with me with my girlfriend standing right there"

"Girlfriend?"

Is she dumb?

I can't stand when people play dumb

"Don't fuck around. You know Joanne is my girlfriend. She's right there!", I exclaim, pointing to her

The hairstylists section happens to be having the makeup station, giving us a clear view of Joanne

She looks up at me, giving me a little smile

My heart skips a beat seeing her gorgeous smile

"Look at her", I demand and Nali turns to look at her

Joanne's face turns to confusion, her eyebrow raised, as Nali looks at her

"You know her, you know she's my girlfriend. I know you've seen me kiss her, so what the fuck?"

"I..uh... I-"

"What? You think that you telling me I'm cute will make me want you? I fucking don't. It doesn't do anything but disgust me and piss me off especially since you know who my girlfriend is."

"Yeah but-"

"You did the same shit when she was with Hoseok. You blatantly flirted with him in front of her too. You were one of the causes that made them break up."

"I don't know anything about that"

"You're a fucking liar", I growl, getting so angry, "What's your problem with my girlfriend?"

She raises her eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"You have never ever spoken to me before. Ever. But as soon as I'm with her, you want to flirt with me. You flirted with Hoseok when he was with her. What's your problem with her?"

She shrugs, "She's nothing special and she gets all the idols. You think you and Hobi are the only ones who've liked her? All of you have liked her at some point and I don't see why. She's not pretty, she's short and she's annoying. She gets what I want"

Is this girl really saying that about my girlfriend, to my face?

"Maybe all of us like her because she's nice and she doesn't need to flirt with other people's boyfriends like a sad pathetic loser like you"

"Hey-", she starts

"And she's beautiful. I don't care if you think so. The only opinion that matters is mine. Stop being so jealous and desperate. Hoseok was an idiot and fell for your pathetic flirting but I'm not him. I'm not stupid. You have no fucking clue how long I waited for her. How much I love her. Nobody and I mean nobody compares to her. Nobody is worth losing her. Especially not you", I snarl, "And when people like you ignore fucking common decency to not flirt with someone's boyfriend, it does nothing but enrages me. I won't lose her over anything"

"Ok, god, I'm sorry"

Yeah ok

She's not sorry

"No you're not. You're just sorry it didn't work the way you wanted it to", I snap

She just stares at me, like I'm wasting her time

She's a bitch

"I'm really sorry", she just repeats, rolling her eyes and I'm over it

She doesn't care and I'm infuriated

"Get the fuck away from me. Get someone else to do my hair. I want you far from me."

She just stands there, crossing her arms, not moving and I get more angry

"Now!", I bark

"Fine", she snaps, walking away

Fucking seriously?

I'm not fucking risking Joanne leaving me over someone flirting at me

I saw how it hurt her with Hobi and I am so not him

I'm not standing for this shit

I wouldn't no matter who my girlfriend was but especially because it's her

I would never hurt her or flirt with anyone who's not her

Fuck that

She is all I need, all I want

And I will shut down anyone who tries to come between us

I'm just super pissed off right now

Another stylist, Hannah, comes over to finish my hair

"Don't try to flirt with me", I warn

"Uh I wasn't. I'm married", she answers, looking at me like I'm crazy

Good

I just nod and she starts doing my hair

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J POV

"Done Jimin", I smile at him

"Thanks Jo"

I nod, throwing the sweaty tissues that I used to wipe his sweat up

"Jagi", I hear behind me, turning to see Yoongi sitting back in the chair

"Hi naekkeo", I smile at him

He reaches out for me and I take his hands

He pulls me to him, back into his lap, holding me tightly

Uh ok

I don't know what's going on

We agreed to not be so affectionate publicly for now

But it does seem like he needs it

"I love you", he tells me

I can't help but smile

I love hearing him tell me he loves me

I can't ever stop hearing it

"I love you Yoongi. Are you ok?"

He nods

"You sure? I saw you and Nali looking at me"

"Yeah because she tried the same shit she did with Hobi with me"

She what?

What?

"She flirted with...you"

He snorts, "She tried until I called her out on her bullshit"

"You did?", I ask surprised

"Of course jagi. She's never spoken to me before but suddenly now I'm cute and she wants to have fun when she knows I'm with you? Not happening"

God I want to smack that bitch in the face

What's her problem?

"You didn't..uh-"

"No baby. I told her off, called her a pathetic loser and told her to stop being desperate. That she disgusted me and pissed me off. Then I told her to get the fuck away from me"

I can't help but smile

Yoongi is so different from Hobi

Hobi ate up what Nali did while Yoongi told her off

"It just pissed me the fuck off that she thinks I'd ever flirt back with her. Gross"

"I'm glad you didn't"

His gaze rises to mine, "Never baby. I love you, only you. The only one I'm flirting with is you"

I giggle, "Good. You're the only one I flirt with too"

"I know jagi, and you're so good at it"

"Oh shut it", I laugh, kissing his perfect lips

"No one is worth losing you baby", he says, looking at me with so much love, "Nothing and no one will ever take me away from you"

"I know naekkeo. I hope you know I feel the same way"

He nods, "I know"

Good, I'm glad he knows that

"I love you", I tell him, smiling at his big smile

"I love you too jagi", he answers

We both lean forward at the same time, meeting each other in a kiss

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I stand off to the side with the rest of the staff, pulling against my wet shirt, trying to air myself out in this scorching heat

All my clothes are soaked through with sweat

It's ridiculous and so gross

I watch Yoongi dance to the chorus of their new song, "On", knowing he's sweating too

I'm just standing here and I'm sweating

He's got to be sweltering in that jacket

The director calls cut and the the stylists head towards the guys to check their clothes, hair and makeup is ok

I hang back, giving them some space before I go over there to touch up their make up

It has to be so annoying to have so many people crowd you and touch you immediately

I wouldn't be able to get close anyway to fix anything as I'm so short and the guys will all have to bend down, disrupting the other stylists

I'll just wait

After a few minutes, some of the staff start to walk away from them, giving me room to get in there

As I begin walking towards Yoongi, Nali is coming my way

Great

She's looking at me with a dirty look, sneering as we get closer to each other

As we start to pass, she slams her shoulder into mine, mild pain radiating down my arm

That's it

"What the fuck is your problem?", I snap, turning around to face her

She stops, turning to me too

"What the fuck did you say?"

Normally I'm not one for confrontation but I had enough of her shit

"I said what is your fucking problem with me?"

Her eyes narrow at me, as she gets in my face, "I don't like you"

I scoff, leaning my head back but not backing up, "Newsflash, I don't fucking like you either but I'm not trying to fuck with you like you are with me"

"Because I'm not a loser like you"

Oh god, what are we in high school?

"And for the life of me, I can't understand why these idiot idols all want you", she spits, "I'm prettier than you, I'm better than you but you are all they want"

I snort, "Jealous much?"

She needs to get a fucking life

"Not of you"

"Yeah you are", I snap, "You flirted with my first boyfriend and was one of the reasons we broke up. And now you tried flirting with my boyfriend. Get your own guy"

"I'm giving them the chance to go for someone better", she growls

God, she really thinks highly of herself

Her words don't bother me, it's just sad

"You're a fucking pathetic bitch", I tell her, rage in her eyes, "You can't find your own boyfriend so you go after someone else's? That's fucking sad"

"Hobi was interested", she smirks, like that is supposed to be a hurtful jab

Pathetic

"He was an idiot", I snap, "But still, even after we broke up, he didn't go to you did he? No, instead he came back to me, apologizing and asking me to take him back. And Yoongi would never fall for your pathetic attempts. So who's really better than who? Who's the real loser? It's you"

Before I know it, pain invades my jaw and lips as my head snaps to the size and I realize she hit me

She fucking hit me

I hear Yoongi yelling my name and while I am in pain, I straighten up, pull my arm back and smash my fist into her face

Blood gushes from her nose, her hands flying to her nose as she screams

"You bitch!", she yells, coming towards me again, but this time I'm ready, "I'm gonna kill you!"

"You can fucking try you asshole!", I shout, lunging towards her at the same time arms lock around my waist pulling me back

Two staff members move in front of her, halting her steps towards me

I fight against whoever's holding me, shouting at her, "If you ever go near Yoongi again, I'll break your fucking jaw!"

"Jagi", I hear Yoongi whisper in my ear

"I'll go near whoever I fucking want to! I don't care if it's your boyfriend!"

Rage blinds me as I pull against the arms holding me

"Then you're fucking dead!", I yell, "You're dead! Don't fuck with me!"

I'm turned around, facing Yoongi and picked up as I'm carried away

"Jagi, please baby, calm down", Yoongi says softly, carrying me into one of the trailers that brought us here

"She fucked with me first! She's dead!"

He puts me down on a seat, sitting next to me, looking me in my face

"Fuck, you're bleeding", he says, getting up

I am?

Once he said it, it's like I can suddenly taste the blood pooling in mouth

I know I was hit in the jaw or lip

I guess I bit something or my lip was split

I don't know

Yoongi comes back with wet paper towels, pressing them gently to my mouth

"Ow!", I yelp

"Sorry jagi", he murmurs, "The corner of your lip is split and busted"

Yeah great

I'll probably get a bruise too

Wonderful

He dabs the wet paper towels on my mouth, cleaning up the blood

"Jagi-"

"She started it", I defend myself

"I know baby. I saw that. Everyone saw her knock her shoulder into you and everyone saw her hit you first"

"She started everything. I didn't do anything to her. For some reason she's jealous of me and takes it out on me"

He smiles softly at me, "Of course she's jealous of you baby. You're everything she's not and never will be"

I look at him, raising my eyebrow

"Don't look at me like that jagi. You are. She wants what you have, she wants your life and she can't have it. I just don't want you to physically fight her"

"Why?", I shoot back, still annoyed at the whole situation, "You think I'll get my ass handed to me?"

He bursts out laughing, "Not a chance in hell baby. I know you'd kick her ass. I just don't want you getting hurt. She's not worth it"

I shake my head, "She wants you and it fucking infuriates me because she's doing it on purpose. To hurt me"

I know Yoongi wouldn't do anything but it's not him that makes me mad when I think about her flirting with him

It's her, knowing she's doing it on purpose, knowing she's doing it to push my buttons and the fact that it works enrages me

"Jagi, she will never get me baby. Never", he assures me, "Even if I didn't have you, I'd never go for her. She's not anything I want. Don't let her get to you ok?"

"Easier said than done", I grumble

"Look baby, she knows better than to go after me after I told her off. And if she tries again, I'll tell her off again", he says, "Just try to ignore her ok? I know it's hard but really she's not worth it"

I know he's right and his advice is solid

It's just gonna be so hard when I want to deck her in the face

But I'll try

"Ok naekkeo", I answer

"Ok jagi", he says, pulling me to him in a hug

I fall into his arms, loving the feel of his arms around me

"Are you ok jagi?", he asks, "Are you in pain?"

"It throbs", I answer, surprised getting punched in the face doesn't hurt more

Maybe it was the adrenaline

Maybe it'll hurt more later

I dunno

"Yeah well you took a hard hit to the face jagi", he says, tightening his hold on me, "It didn't even look like it hurt you though. You just turned your head right back to her and punched her in the face"

"Oh it hurt", I assure him, "I was just infuriated and I guess it masked the pain"

"I'm sorry baby", he says, "I hate when you're hurt"

"I'm ok naekkeo"

"My tough girl", he teases, kissing my hair

"Yoongi?", Jungkook calls, from the door, "Is she ok?"

"Yeah", he answers, "Just bruised"

"Oh man. Sorry Jo"

"It's ok Kookie"

"You were so bad ass though"

I giggle, "Thanks"

He nods, "Yoongi, they want you back so we can film the choreo again"

"I'll be there in a minute"

"Ok", he says, then leaves

Yoongi sighs as I move out of his comfortable arms, "C'mon baby, you have to do your job"

He nods, "Promise you'll stay away from her. No more fighting?"

"Not unless she starts it", I promise

He nods, "Yeah ok"

Giving me a quick kiss, he takes my hand, standing and we leave the trailer

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Yoongi kisses my neck, his tongue licking and biting my skin as his hands squeeze my boobs, his cock filling me over and over

Pleasure is crashing into me as I moan his name, my legs locked around him

"Fuck, you're so pretty baby", he murmurs, "Let me hear you louder"

He sucks my nipple in his mouth, sucking as he thrusts hard, right into my spot

Pleasure clouds my mind ash back arches into him, his arm wrapping around me, keeping me firmly against him

"Fuck you feel so good around my cock", he mumbles into my nipple, pounding me into the bed, "Tiny tight cunt desperately throbbing around my dick. So wet, creaming my cock so much"

I know I am

I can feel his entire lap, lower stomach, tops of his thighs completely drenched

To be fair though, it's always like this

My body still responds to him the same way it did the first time

Going crazy as soon as he's in, clenching his cock tightly, creaming him until there's a gigantic mess all over him, never wanting him to stop

It's out of this world every single time and I know it's never going to change

"Shit, you're gonna cum", he groans

He's absolutely right, the next thrust sending me over the edge as I orgasm all over his dick

"Fuck, Yoongi!", I yell, so much pleasure washing over me

He moans, fucking me through the orgasm

When I finish, he rolls us over easily, "Please ride me jagi. Need to see you bouncing on my cock"

I press a kiss to his lips, then sit up, leaning on his stomach, immediately sliding up and down his fat cock

I know this is his favorite position and honestly it's mine too

I love watching him as I pleasure him, he's so fucking beautiful

The way he stares at me drives me crazy, the way he touches me, his hands all over as I bounce on him- fucking amazing

"Fuck jagi", he moans, his eyes all over my body, "So fucking beautiful fucking yourself on my dick. God, look at you"

His hands squeeze my hips hard as I make sure his cock hits my spot every time going in so deep

Shocks of pleasure run down my spine and I feel myself holding his cock in a vice grip

I can't let go of him if I wanted to

"Make yourself cum", he murmurs, "Need to feel it again"

I move faster than I thought I could, my legs pumping and burning but I'm not stopping

I can't stop this bliss, the bliss only he can give me

"Yoongi", I moan, slamming up and down on him hard, almost there

"Fuck baby", he groans, his voice throwing me over the edge

Pleasure seizes my body, my pussy coming around him so blissfully, screaming his name

"Again", he yells, pulling me down his cock as I cum, bottoming out

His hand moves to my clit, fingers running hard circles, the pleasure intensifying, "Don't stop"

Ecstacy never leaves my body, my hips having a mind of their own, grinding and rocking on his length as he plays with my clit

"Ffffuuucccckkk!", I cry, my first orgasm bleeding into another

"There we go baby. That's it. Keep coming for me", he urges

I lean on his thigh as his fingers never slow, his eyes on where we meet

"So much cream", he murmurs, "Such a pretty little hole"

He thrusts up into me, making me hold on to him more

As he thrust into me, I bounce on him like a rag doll, taking his cock, my head empty of everything except him

Tears fall from my eyes in pleasure and I can't stop myself from moaning

"Fuck so fucked out on my dick", he mumbles, "So pretty, crying on my cock"

I'm right there again and when his head slams my spot and his fingers rub my clit, it's over

My mind shuts off as massive ecstacy tidal waves over me

I feel like I'm floating, like everything around me is gone

The only thing left is pleasure

"Pretty gushing pussy", I hear once my senses return to me, "So much"

I know I squirted all over him and I know he loves watching that

"One more jagi", he asks, his hands gripping my hips

"Naekkeo", I whine, so tired

"Please jagi? One more and then I'll cum in my pretty pussy"

I want that so much

Want to be full of him

And as he bounces me on his dick, pleasure comes back and I want him

"Yeah naekkeo", I answer

"Good girl"

He slides me up and down his dick easily, my pussy soaking and I know the bed is soaked too

"Please baby", he begs, "Fall apart on my cock. I got you"

My orgasm starts and I moan his name, blinded by how good it feels

"Jagi. Jo, fuck fuck", he yells, pulling me down on his dick

He throbs inside me, his warm cum shooting deep into my orgasming pussy

"Yes, yes, fuck yes!", he cries, pumping me to the brim

"Yes Yoongi", I moan, so satisfied and exhausted

After a minute, I feel myself being moved, his strong arms around me, making me feel so safe

"Sleep baby", he whispers, kissing me gently

He keeps me in his arms, keeps my body against his as I feel the blanket covering us

"I love you Yoongi", I whisper sleepily

"I love you Jo. Always", he says lovingly, kissing my forehead, "Sleep jagi. I got you"

I nod, cuddling into him

My perfect everything

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Arrangement

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Actor, RPF

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader, Elvis Presley x Female Reader x Jerry Schilling

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Jerry Schilling, Sonny West, Red West, Lamar Fike

Word Count: 4236

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Elvis loves to show you off. Fortunately he doesn’t mind who’s looking.

Tags/Warnings: Non Chronological Order, Oral Sex, Threesome, M/M/F, Cunnilingus, Semi Public Sex, Graceland, Wife Sharing, Established Relationship, Reader and Elvis are Married, Memphis Mafia, Teasing, POV Second Person, Extra Marital Sex

Notes: Havent we all asked ourselves which members of the mafia we’d fuck?

LINK TO MADE FOR THE MAFIA

You could hear them downstairs, deep voices echoing up to the floor you were on as you rushed to get ready. In fact, you had been going for hours and still you weren't finished. You were sure you were going to be the last one downstairs. At times you envied them. Though you knew your husband always took extra effort with his appearance most of his friends didn’t opting to throw on a suit and hope for the best but tonight wasn’t one of those nights. Tonight was a charity dinner, black tie, and as Elvis was a major donor all focus would be on your party. Again you envied the boys. Even when they had to make an effort it still wasn't even on the same level as you. Their options were limited to one, a tuxedo, and yours were endless. You had managed to find something nice though, something demure but with a cutting-edge of sexy. That was something Elvis had insisted on. But it wasn’t the only thing. Before you could dwell on that request too long you heard him call your name from the bottom of the stairs and after one quick check of your make up you headed downstairs with your bag in hand.   Elvis was waiting at the bottom and his face broke into a smile as he noticed you at the top of the stairs. As you made your way down slowly he let out a low whistle.   ‘God damn if I didn’t know any better I’d say that was an angel coming down those stairs,’ he said as you reached the bottom making you blush just a touch. ‘Well you look pretty good yourself,’ you said as he wrapped an arm around your waist and leaned in to capture your lips for a moment. As he pulled back to look at you though you noticed his blue eyes looked almost black with desire which made a tingle run down your spine as did the hand burning into the small of your back. He smirked at your reaction looking away which was when you noticed you weren’t alone. Jerry was standing by the staircase watching the pair of you closely and Red and Sonny were waiting by the door. All three of them dressed in tuxedos though admittedly Jerry looked the best.   ‘Ain’t she a vision Jer?’ Elvis said as he noticed you eyeing Jerry. His grip tightened on your back his thumb teasing along the planes of your ass through the satin dress. ‘Stunning,’ Jerry said thickly as if the words caught in his throat, ‘real pretty.’ ‘And it’s a good job too,’ Elvis said looking at you, ‘if the end result wasn’t worth it I’d be worried about being late.’   You smiled but didn’t say anything else as Elvis nudged you forward towards the door that Sonny was now opening. You should’ve been embarrassed that the entire party had been held up because you were making sure everything looked just right but as you felt Elvis’ thumb trace taunting touches against your satin-covered skin you knew it was the right thing to do. Your actions however didn’t seem as well thought out as you stepped out into the warm summer night air. You could hear them behind you, the boys, as they repeated Jerry’s words in mocking tones earning themselves a swift, ‘can it,’ from the man himself.   It caused your face to flush. Not because of the compliment. After all, you knew he probably wouldn’t have said anything if Elvis hadn’t asked. It was because they didn’t know. They didn’t know that only a few days before tonight Jerry had offered the same compliments though then you had been wearing far less. They hadn’t heard the string of expletives that had left his lips as you wrapped your mouth around his cock, your husband watching on with words of encouragement.   Elvis however didn’t blush but you felt him stiffen against you as you walked down to the long car idling on the driveway, Lamar in the driver’s seat. As you reached the bottom of the steps Elvis leaned into you, low enough that he was sure the boys wouldn’t be able to hear as he whispered, ‘did you do as I asked?’ ‘Yes,’ you said though it was barely more than a breath. ‘Good girl,’ he smirked before he pulled away looking towards the men who were now behind you.   ‘Jer would you help her into the car?’ he said offering your hand to Jerry who looked nervous but took it without question. As he led you around to the other side of the car it struck you how the pair of you did most things Elvis asked without a second thought. You heard Red snigger but you didn’t dare look back. You probably should have, after all, Red probably didn’t know how much he was pissing Elvis off, but you could tell it was a lot. You glanced towards Elvis as Jerry opened the door for you. He was standing on the other side of the car, blocking the boys from being able to climb in the other door.   ‘Something wrong EP?’ Red asked his voice laced with confusion. Jerry’s gaze immediately dropped as did yours whilst he helped you manoeuvre into a seated position which was providing difficult to do in the tight-fitting fabric. ‘You two need to ride up front with Lamar,’ Elvis said simply. ‘Why?’ Sonny asked making you cringe as Jerry climbed into the seat opposite you with a matching expression on his own face. ‘No room,’ Elvis said. You glanced around at the seats you and Jerry were sitting on, the pair of you barely taking up a third of the space in the car. ‘But-' Red protested. ‘I’m sorry,’ Elvis said, ‘did that sound like a request?’   You looked out of the window but all you could see was Elvis’ back against it as he faced off with the two men. Eventually, you heard a disgruntled mumble and then the front passenger side door opened so that the boys could slide in. As you watched Red shuffle into the middle of the bench with Sonny right behind him you felt Jerry’s eyes on you. He looked confused but he wasn’t the only one. After all the boys hadn’t been teasing you. They’d been teasing Jerry and Elvis was very much a ‘if you can’t take the heat get out of the kitchen’ kind of guy so you doubted that was what had got him acting differently. No, you had a sneaking suspicion he had something up his sleeve.   Elvis slid into the seat beside you shutting the door roughly as he placed his other hand on your thigh. You smiled at him trying to ignore the flutter in your core as he looked at you. He looked good in black tie and if it hadn’t taken you an age to get ready you figured you might have ravished him then and there. As the car took off down towards the gates and then on the open road his attention turned to Jerry who was still watching you like a deer in headlights. You didn’t know how he could be so nervous. Not after the other night.   ‘Put that screen up would ya,’ Elvis said gesturing to the open compartment that separated you from the front of the car. You could see Red’s head turn just a little but he didn’t look back and as Jerry immediately obeyed they disappeared from view in an instant. Elvis settled back, his hand still on your thigh as he looked at you his eyes roving every inch of your body.   ‘Wanna know something? he said turning to look at Jerry who glanced at you and then shuffled in his seat before he answered. ‘Sure.’ ‘I hate these functions. Hate ‘em,’ Elvis said. ‘I know what ya mean,’ Jerry said growing more comfortable the more normal Elvis acted, ‘still at least these ones are for good causes not like some of those Hollywood functions we’ve been to. Takes the sting out of it a little.’ ‘You’re right,’ Elvis mused before a smirk played on his lips, ‘you wanna know what really takes the sting outta these functions for me?’ ‘What?’ Jerry asked. ‘You don’t know?’ Elvis asked as Jerry shook his head. ‘How about you baby?’ he asked looking at you. ‘I don’t know,’ you said. ‘Not one guess huh?’ he asked and though you tried to think you found your mind blank. You shook your head. ‘My favourite thing about these functions is that I get to take you to ‘em. Flaunt you round looking like a million bucks and then bring you home so I can fuck you,’ he said his words dripping off his tongue like honey as the two of you watched him.   ‘Elvis,’ you said feeling a blush creep up on your face. ‘Don’t be acting shy on me now mama,’ he said squeezing your thigh, ‘and don’t be pretending in front of Jer that you don’t love dolling yourself up just right so it’s all I can think about all night. He knows what you’re like remember.’ ‘That’s different,’ you said though you weren’t exactly sure how. Jerry had already seen just how much you liked to show off. ‘You don’t think I clocked the pair of you looking at one another?’ he said looking between you both. ‘EP,’ Jerry protested. ‘Don’t worry about it I ain’t mad,’ he said casually, ‘if I didn’t get mad when you had your cock in her mouth ain’t gonna get mad now am I?’ ‘S’pose not,’ Jerry said though even in the low lighting you could see a dash of pink on his cheeks. ‘In fact, I quite liked having you show off for him and me,’ Elvis admitted, ‘got me thinking about the other night.’ ‘EP we said it was a one-time thing,’ Jerry said quietly. ‘Oh sure,’ Elvis said, ‘a way to help out a friend and my girl was more than obliging don’t you think?’ ‘Yeah of course she was,’ Jerry said throwing you an apologetic look. ‘But you don’t wanna do it again?’ Elvis asked. ‘It’s not that,’ Jerry started unsurely looking at the pair of you as he thought over his words, ‘I just thought it was a one-time deal. I mean you guys are married.’ ‘What you think she’s gonna leave me for you?’ Elvis said with a laugh that made Jerry’s blush deepen, ‘don’t worry yourself ain’t that right baby?’   You dropped your gaze to your lap. You liked Jerry and you had enjoyed yourself, but Elvis would always be your one and only.   ‘Look,’ Elvis said capturing both of your attention, ‘if you don’t want to do it again fine but I can’t help but think from your reaction when she came down those stairs that ain’t exactly the truth. And since I know just how much my girl enjoyed herself the other night I wouldn’t feel right not venturing to explore it again.’ ‘Really?’ you asked feeling that coil in your lower belly tighten just a touch. You hadn’t talked about what had happened much since. You’d been too nervous to bring it up. He’d been happy at the moment but you feared through the haze of daylight he might have changed his mind. ‘Hey I knew what I was signing up for when I married ya,’ he said leaning in so his nose was nearly touching your own, ‘greedy lil thing that you are.’ ‘So what? We just fuck? I mean the other night I could understand but this, I mean what if it gets…complicated,’ Jerry said. ‘We’re all adults aren’t we?’ Elvis said, ‘unless you don’t think you could fuck her without falling in love with her?’ ‘I would never,’ Jerry protested, ‘she’s your girl.’ ‘And as long as we remember that I don’t see a problem. I know I can trust her. And I know whatever she’s not comfortable with she’ll tell me, right honey?’ Elvis asked. ‘Of course,’ you nodded, trying to ignore just how hot and bothered you were becoming at the prospect. How it worsened as that same sultry smile appeared on your husband’s face. ‘But you gotta be the same,’ Elvis said looking back at Jerry, ‘are you in?’   Jerry hit his lip as he deliberated on that point. And then he nodded gently.   ‘I’m in.’ ‘Great,’ Elvis said, ‘because I meant what I said. I think this could be good for us.’ ‘You’re happy with this, right Y/N?’ Jerry asked looking at you. ‘Yeah, I’m happy,’ you said. ‘Oh my baby’s always a happy lil thing aren’t ya,’ Elvis mused. ‘That’s because you treat me so good,’ you smiled. ‘Well, I have to what with you being oh so obliging and all,’ Elvis mused as he squeezed your thigh again making that coil in your belly tighten. Then he looked at Jerry, ‘you know Jer before we do this I wanna talk about something that happened the other night.’ ‘Oh?’ Jerry said shifting in his seat as his face became nervous. ‘Yeah because if we’re gonna do this I wouldn’t want us to get off on the wrong foot now would you?’ he asked. ‘Of course not,’ Jerry said. ‘You see I can't help but feel we’re on uneven playing ground at the moment,’ Elvis said. ‘How do you mean?’ Jerry asked his brows knitting together. ‘You see my girl here was oh so obliging, took care of you good and proper right?’ Elvis asked earning himself a nod, ‘but we haven’t seen you in action yet. And if we’re gonna do this I need to know she’s gonna be getting something out of the deal.’ ‘I didn’t know,’ Jerry said, ‘I didn’t know what you’d be comfortable with.’ ‘Oh I’m sure there’s plenty we’ll find out about don’t you?’ Elvis smirked, ‘but I know one thing she’d love from you.’ ‘What’s that?’ Jerry asked but Elvis didn’t answer him instead he looked at you with a smirk.   ‘You did as I asked?’ he said. You nodded, ‘why don’t you show Jer?’   You glanced at him and then at Jerry before you nodded and leaned forward to pull the fabric of your dress up off the floor wiggling it up until it bunched around your hips allowing a waft of cold air to hit your bare sex. Jerry’s eyes never left you, his pupils blown with lust as he watched.   ‘Pretty ain’t she?’ Elvis smirked as he pulled you onto his lap, your legs wrapped around either side of his spreading you open. ‘Gorgeous,’ Jerry said swallowing hard. ‘You want to touch her?’ Elvis asked. Jerry glanced at you and then nodded. ‘Can I?’ he asked. You nodded. ‘Use your words doll,’ Elvis said making you look at him. ‘Yes,’ you said as Jerry sank to his knees on the floor in front of the pair of you. He was essentially kneeling in between his boss's legs but that didn’t seem to faze him not with the show he was getting. ‘Atta girl,’ Elvis said, looking at Jerry who hadn’t done anything more than marvel at your slick folds, ‘well don’t just leave her hanging around man.’ ‘Right,’ Jerry said as if it hadn’t occurred to him.   He leaned forward teasing a finger through your folds before he spread your lips apart, your slick already there from listening to the conversation. You should’ve been embarrassed. You loved your husband and the thought of another man eating your pussy shouldn’t have gotten you that excited, but it did. As he leaned in and licked a flat swipe from base to tip Elvis’ hands found their way to your chest, fondling you through the satin and making your nipples harden. You heard him groan as he realised not only were you not wearing panties but the bra had been forgone as well.   Whilst his mouth attacked your neck, suckling and kissing every inch of skin he could reach Jerry lapped at you, his tongue flicking over your clit in a rhythm that was driving you wild.   ‘He doing a good job baby?’ Elvis grunted as you shifted your hips trying to get every sensation his friend was offering. ‘Yes,’ you panted. You could hear muffled conversations coming from the front of the car but they weren't loud or clear enough to even get you to come back into the realm of reality. Every movement of Jerry’s tongue was hitting another amazing spot and as he teased your entrance slipping two fingers into you without warning you moaned so loud you were sure the whole car would be able to hear.   ‘Fuck,’ Elvis grunted as your ass rubbed against him. You could feel him hard as a rock in his pants his hips meeting every movement of yours. ‘E,’ you whimpered, ‘fuck I’m gonna cum.’ ‘Ain’t me you gotta tell honey,’ Elvis said. ‘Jer,’ you moaned, ‘fuck Jer right there.’   Your hands knotted in the other man’s hair trying to keep him in that sweet spot as long as you could. He was pumping in and out of you, his fingers working expertly against the curve as his tongue focused on your clit. Jerry’s expert touch and Elvis’ loving caresses were edging you over into bliss with each passing second. The sensation of it all was too much.   ‘I’m gonna cum,’ you said earning a hum from Jerry in response. The vibration was enough to send you spiralling, your excitement spilling out of you in a way you had never anticipated. You could feel it drip down your legs no doubt soaking Jerry’s chin as he carried you through it. As you came down he pulled back and you looked down to find not only his chin glistening with your excitement but the shirt of his collar damp.   ‘Jeez,’ Elvis chuckled as he looked at the man who now looked a state. Jerry wiped his chin with the back of his hand and flopped back, not bothering to push himself back onto the seat just yet. You lay in Elvis’ arms, limp and lifeless, unable to pull yourself back together as your high faded. Elvis’ teasing touch was gone now, his touches tender as he wrapped his arms around you keeping you from flopping all over the joint.   ‘You good baby?’ he asked earning himself a weak nod, ‘Jer?’ ‘I’m good,’ Jerry said able to find his voice quicker than you had though you didn’t miss the somewhat smug smile now dancing across his lips as you lay there blissed out. ‘Forget good I’d say you were outstanding,’ he said, ‘ain’t ever seen her do that before.’ ‘Really?’ Jerry asked. ‘Nope, must have the magic touch huh honey?’ he chuckled kissing your temple. ‘I’ll say,’ you giggled. ‘Looks like we’re all on an even footing now huh?’ Elvis asked though at his words you realised something. ‘Not you,’ you said turning in his arms so you could look at him. You could still feel him hard against your ass which made you pout. ‘Well that ain’t what I signed up for,’ Jerry chuckled as he pushed himself onto the seat. ‘Me either,’ Elvis chuckled which grew louder as he noticed your frown, ‘look at you all worried about me.’ ‘I can help,’ you said turning yourself around until you were straddling him, your bare cunt against hot and wet against his slacks. You’d already made one load of laundry with Jerry. No harm in another. ‘I’m sure you can but we ain’t got that kinda time,’ Elvis said. Now that he said it you realised the freeway you had been on had now transformed back into normal roads meaning you were sure to be nearing your destination. ‘But that’s not fair,’ you whined making him smirk. ‘I don’t get my dick wet and it’s my wife who’s worrying,’ he chuckled, ‘can you believe it Jer?’ ‘I don’t know what to believe any more,’ Jerry chuckled. ‘E,’ you grumbled your hands going to his lapels.   ‘Don’t worry about me okay? Seeing you happy is what I want and from all that moanin’ I gather Jer made you very happy, right?’ he asked raising an eyebrow. You blushed but nodded, ‘so we’re good. Besides, Jer got you on the way over I didn’t promise anything about after.’ ‘Promise?’ you asked still pouting. ‘Do I ever say no to ya?’ he said making you smile. ‘Nope,’ you smiled as he leaned up to press a kiss to your lips. ‘Never can that’s my trouble,’ he smirked smacking your ass lightly making you realise you should climb off of him. Once you had slipped off his lap onto the seat beside him and fixed your dress you looped your arm through his, resting your head on his shoulder as he pressed a kiss into the top of your head. You closed your eyes for a beat but when you opened them you found Jerry watching you both in awe.   ‘You two are unbelievable you know that right?’ he said unable to help but smirk. ‘Hey you said you were all in man,’ Elvis chuckled, ‘don’t go changing your mind now.’ ‘Oh I must be unbelievable for agreeing to it,’ Jerry said. ‘You’re not backing out now right Jer?’ you giggled. ‘If he does he'd be going out on a high, huh baby?' Elvis teased. ‘Oh I think he should at least try and top this,’ you said smiling at Jerry. ‘I thought you might say that,’ Elvis said though as he did his attention trailed away and he looked out the tinted window which was now being permeated by camera flashes. You looked at each of you. Your dress was creased from where it had been gathered around your hips as were Elvis’ pants from where you had been moving against him. Still, Jerry looked the worst by far. His lips were puffy and red and since his collar hadn't quite dried yet it still had an off-white hue which varied from the rest of the shirt. Not to mention that though his hair had been straightened back into some semblance from the mess you had made with your fingers it wasn’t the perfectly coiffed style he had left the house with. You feared the back of your hair might be the same from the writhing you had done against Elvis’ shoulder. It made you blush which was odd to think of. In the moment you were outgoing and comfortable but the idea of people staring and muttering behind your back made nerves bubble into your stomach.   Once the car had stopped the camera flashes intensified something that didn’t help your nerves. You heard the clunk of the front doors opening and soon after Elvis’ door opened. He climbed out turning to offer his hand for you to hold onto which you did, the flashes of the camera hitting you the second you stepped out though Elvis didn’t seem to notice. Once you were upright he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you to him as he waved at the press waiting for a moment before he led you forward towards the venue.   He walked you quickly up to the front until finally you were out of the spotlight and safely in the confines of the lobby which is when you finally breathed a sigh of relief. Elvis seemed to notice the breath you had been holding as he pulled you closer leaning in so that only you could hear him.   ‘You okay?’ he asked. ‘Fine,’ you said before adding quietly, ‘you think anyone noticed?’ ‘That you just got fucked?’ he said so low you were sure only you heard him. When you didn’t say anything though he smiled sympathetically as he moved a strand of hair off your face, ‘no honey, I don’t think anyone knows.’ ‘Sorry I just panicked for a second,’ you admitted. ‘It’s alright,’ he said, ‘Jer on the other hand looks like he’s definitely just been fucked.’ ‘I went a little overboard huh?’ you giggled. ‘You were enjoying yourself,’ he said, ‘it was hot.’ ‘You sure you’re okay with it?’ you asked that panic slipping in again. ‘Promise,’ Elvis said before he nodded his head away from you, ‘come on sooner we get this over with sooner we can get back to our lil arrangement.’ ‘Okay,’ you said as he started to lead you towards the banquet hall, ‘but next time it’s about you.’ ‘You’ll hear no complaints from me,’ Elvis chuckled pulling you in so he could put his arm around your shoulder.   His words had comforted you. He was right, you were being paranoid. After all most of the eyes would be on him and out of the three of you he was the most presentable. And even if people did have things to say it wasn’t as though they were going to say it to your face. Your confidence was bolstered a little more as you all took to your seats, Jerry sitting on your other side with a smile on his face. What you didn’t notice though was the fact that two of the other members of your party had yet to arrive at the table. In fact, they had been hanging back watching the three of you interact, a suspicious look plastered across their faces.  

ELVIS TAGS

 @literally-just-elvis-fics @caitlin1996 @notstefaniepresley@18lkpeters

[icyfox17]

The fire is still burning, singing the edges of Wilbur’s coat, but even when his lungs fill with ash, the only thing he can think about is who is underneath the rubble before him. The only thing he can hear over the roars of flames and yells of pedestrians around him is that final sob Tommy had let out before the building had collapsed onto him.

He didn’t even realise that his hands have begun to shake. A trail of blood lines down his wrist from where he’d cut his palm on one of the large bits of debris in his desperate attempts to remove as much from the sight as possible.

Wilbur had always thought that his response to these sorts of things was to fight—that in the face of something as bone-chilling as this, he’d immediately resort to pulling everything (including himself) apart.

Instead, he finds himself staring at the wreckage, his heart thudding in his ears, his stomach twisting with unspoken grief. Somewhere, in the buzzing of the microphone still in his ear, he can hear the static of Tommy’s.

Someone nearby reaches out to grab his elbow, startling him back out of his mind. His movements are slow, like a swimmer exiting a pool, as he turns to face them.

“You’re not strong enough for this,” a fellow villain—some old guy that Wilbur hasn’t bothered to remember the name of—says. His uniform is clean, unbothered by the same soot that sticks to Wilbur’s clothes. “Let the heroes deal with this one, yeah? You’re going to get yourself arrested, or worse—”

“Worse?” Wilbur is shocked to hear himself speak. His words sound robotic. “What the fuck can be worse than this?”

The unnamed villain’s expression seems to harden beneath his mask. “Pandora’s Box, for example?”

“My coworker is under there,” Wilbur chokes out, gesturing harshly towards the wreckage. His throat is thick with something that he won’t name. “I’m not leaving until I get him the fuck out.”

“Your coworker is a god damn vigilante,” the villain spits, his hand tightening around Wilbur’s arm. “You only work with him because some stupid hero wants to try and unite two different sides of the city. Don’t pretend like you care for—”

Wilbur reacts before the villain even finishes his sentence, his fist colliding with the man’s jaw. He pulls back again, ready to beat the everloving shit out of this fucking idiot for even suggesting that he doesn’t care about Tommy, when the loud sound of something smashing redirects his attention back to the building.

His heart skips a beat at the sight of the rest of it beginning to come down. Fuck. If he’s going to do something, he better do it quickly.

What the fuck is this.

(edit: I Uhm. I hit the limit of tags. I didn't know there was a limit . Uhm just know the tags had a lot more screaming in them)

[animereaderinsertwriter]

tags/warnings: rockstar!Bakugou x fem!reader,

song: Bed of Roses // part I // masterlist

(Y/N) was late. 

It wasn't her fault, necessarily. It was only that she'd had a really important interview for a job that she really wanted— for a job that could change her future— and it had run over the time limit she'd set for it, so now she was running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to be on time. As she bumbled and blundered her way around the tiny hotel room she shared with her boyfriend, she felt a horrifying kinship with the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland:

"Oh my fur and whiskers! I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!"

Oh God, it was already eight-thirty and she still needed to touch up her makeup and change and—

"Fuck!" she exclaimed as she nearly tripped over the damn cord to Katsuki's damn keyboard—and then the feeling of missing her damn boyfriend hit hot and heavy as she slowed down enough to process it for a moment. 

It was Valentine's Day. She'd woken up to flowers and chocolates on her nightstand, along with a note that Katsuki had left detailing his schedule. He'd asked that she come to his concert this evening, and had left a ticket paper-clipped to the note— but, all told, all the flowers, chocolates, and concert tickets in the world couldn't replace actual time with the man she loved. 

One thing at a time, she told herself, reaching for her makeup bag. Just get there, and he'll figure out the rest. 

In all her years of knowing him, (Y/N) had never known Katsuki not to have a plan for days like this. Doubtless, despite his busy schedule, he'd eked out some time to spend with her during or after the concert— her mind raced with the possibilities, then raced some more at the thought of her inability to be punctual for once ruining whatever plan he'd made and—

"Fuck!" she cried out again as she jabbed herself in the eye with her mascara wand. 

The urge to cry was not just from the jab to her eye, but (Y/N) fought it valiantly. Her makeup and this dress were both too expensive to ruin. 

With the frenzied hurry of a demon dancing on the devil's last nerve, (Y/N) gathered all her things— purse, water bottle, keys, and the earrings she'd put in as she drove— and made her way downstairs to the hotel lobby. As she passed the table for complimentary pastries, she grabbed a few and shoved them in her purse— force of habit, since Katsuki was always ravenous after a show and never packed his own snacks. Thankfully, her car was just to the left of the first-floor exit, and with herculean effort, she managed to get everything and then herself into her car without falling, dropping anything, or otherwise causing a catastrophe.

It’s going to be fine, she told herself as she wheeled out of the driveway and onto the road. It’s going to be totally fine.

The words became a mantra as she flew— safely and in a polite manner— down the highway. The world was a blur until she pulled into the driveway of the venue, and even then, (Y/N)’s world didn’t come back into focus until her feet were pounding the pavement on the way to the front of the venue.

“This way, ma’am,” said the greeter who took her ticket, eyes wide with surprise as he read her seating. “How lucky— a front-and-center seat on Valentine’s Day!”

“Yep,” she agreed, fighting for breath as she strode ahead of the greeter, “Very lucky!”

Very lucky indeed. She made it to her seat just as the lights went down in the house. 

As usual, Katsuki’s stage presence was met by screaming fans. He was commanding, sexy, confident in the poses he struck— the entire hall lost their minds as he greeted them with signature profanity and enthusiasm. The crowd responded in kind, surging and screaming and writhing— (Y/N) alone stood still in awe and adoration, starstruck and smiling at the man she loved. 

Her stillness caught his eye— his eyes met hers, and the way he grinned, hellacious and hungry, sent lightning bolts down to (Y/N)’s very core. There was no time for words, of course, no time to say I love you or to even offer a wink, but words weren’t necessary. Where Katsuki Bakugou was concerned, (Y/N) had always been the only girl in the room.

Even now, after so many trials together, he still gave her butterflies.

Predictably, the concert was fantastic. The energy of the crowd was buoyant with Katsuki’s crisp vocals and the driving music played by the band; (Y/N) was surprised that the performance wasn’t more ballad-heavy, since it was a Valentine’s Day concert, but of course it was likely that Katsuki yet again had some sort of plan. Everything went splendidly, and (Y/N) enjoyed every moment…

… right up until the lights went down on stage, and the crowd went wild for an encore.

When the lights came up, they came up red. Like a bloodied warrior, Katsuki was bathed in deepest crimson, the paleness of his skin and hair reflecting the color brilliantly back at the audience. He took (Y/N)'s breath away as he walked to the very edge of the stage, extending his hand to her. 

"Come here, princess."

The words carried straight through to his Madonna mic, and the crowd went silent.

At first, (Y/N) was hesitant— she stayed well away from the spotlight thus far, and for good reason— but her lover's face was open and soft for her, begging her to trust him. Unable to deny Katsuki anything, she took the hand he extended and allowed herself to be pulled clumsily to the stage as fans gasped and cheered, raging with love and envy for their favorite lead singer.

"Hey," she said, smiling at him. They were so close their noses were nearly touching. 

"Hey," he replied, softly stroking her cheek with a sweaty thumb. 

Slowly, Katsuki turned to face his confused fans. It was so strange— from the stage, (Y/N) couldn't see anything but lights, and yet Katsuki seemed to know every face of every fan as he stared out into their midst. 

"Ladies, gentles," he addressed the crowd— this time with his real voice, not the growl of his stage persona. "I'd like to introduce you to my girl."

They'd talked about this before, about being public and introducing (Y/N) to his fans— (Y/N) had been in support of the idea, but they'd never set a date or a time. 

No time like the present, I guess, she thought, a little giddy as the crowd cheered for her. 

"As some of you may know," Katsuki continued, "It's Valentine's Day today. I showed up here because I fuckin' love all of you— but the love of my life deserves a little something special too, don't you think?"

Again, the crowd went wild with enthusiasm. (Y/N) felt herself flush, too hot under the stage lights. 

"So I want to ask you a favor. I'm gonna start you guys off on one of history's most beautiful rock ballads, and since my fans are the best fans— I know you all have fucking beautiful voices— I want you to take over so I can have a dance with my girl. Sound good?"

The crowd cheered once more. Katsuki sent a subtle nod to his band mates, and they began the song, an old, familiar song that (Y/N) knew and loved. True to his word, Katsuki sang the first verse, sweetly, tenderly— but then at the chorus, he switched off his mic and held out his hand to (Y/N) in invitation. Shyly, she took it, and he pulled her close so that they could dance. 

"Happy Valentine's, baby," he told her, kissing her forehead as they swayed together. "Did I go a little overboard?"

"A bit," (Y/N) admitted with a tentative giggle, "but I love you, overboard and all."

"Good," he grinned. "Then maybe I can get away with a little extra, too."

So saying, he took a second to reach into the pocket of his flannel. From it, he pulled a ring— a beautiful, sparkling, perfect ring!— and shyly, almost hesitantly offered it to (Y/N), whispering those sweet words in her ear. 

"Will you marry me, princess?"

It was sudden. It was impulsive and crazy and not something they'd talked about for the here and now. It was every inch Katsuki Bakugou, and despite herself, (Y/N) found herself smiling even as tears burned her nostrils.

"Yes," she told him, pulling back to meet his eyes. When she did, he was wearing the biggest, most genuine smile she'd ever seen. 

"You sure?" he said. "I know we haven't talked about it."

(Y/N) had never been more sure of anything. 

"Yeah. Really super sure."

"Good," he grinned, "Cause I'm gonna need you to say it again."

Without preamble, he let go of her, stepped back, and sank to one knee. (Y/N) put her hands to her face, somehow still surprised, and the crowd stopped singing and started screaming again. Faithfully, the band kept playing, and Bakugou turned on his mic to ask the question one more time. 

"(Y/N), you are the love of my life," he said, staring up at her in adoration. "I can't imagine my life without you, and I don't want to. Will you marry me?"

(Y/N) said yes. She would say yes a million times over if she could, if he wanted her to. 

Katsuki slipped the ring on her finger at the exact moment that the song ended. It felt… big. Not in size, but in emotion. 

Katsuki rose to his feet. He pulled her close, kissed her gently— the lights on stage dimmed, and suddenly it was as though they were entirely alone. 

"Let's get the fuck out of here," he said, brushing her cheek with his thumb. "I've got a private dressing room and a bottle of champagne waiting on us."

"Then what are we waiting for?" (Y/N) laughed. "Let's go!"

And go they did. The evening was theirs to claim— they stayed in the dressing room for as long as they could stand it, kissing and touching and talking, and when necessity saw them leave, they took a limo back to their hotel room, hardly able to keep their hands off each other.

Later, when they'd done all the things that couples do, Katsuki whispered into her hair:

"Happy Valentine's Day, princess. I love you."

And he did. 

[cobra-creampuff]

wait i'm back to add to my tags. apologies for putting this directly on the post but after hitting tag limit 3x now i'm ~*paranoid*~

scene that came into my head:

Roy has Jamie run a course so grueling it's a distraction to everyone else just to behold. It takes Jamie a few times to get it right but not even close to a whole practice. When he gets all the way through flawlessly and with good time, Roy says, "Good. Now do it better."

Of course Jamie's furious. He yells that he did it fucking perfect, definitely expecting Roy to nitpick on some stupid shit. He probably already has his own list of needly little quibbles with his performance himself. But Roy immediately agrees. "You're right, you didn't make any mistakes. Now do it better."

There's a pause because Jamie is pissed still but now he's confused too, so Roy continues. He says, "You can tell me you can't do something I'm demanding any time you like and I swear I on my baby niece's life I won't take the piss. I'll just believe you."

So yeah. Jamie does it better.

And what I'm back to say is that obviously at first Jamie takes that to be a challenge, because like. It sounds like one, right? It sounds like a taunt, you know, "Well, if you can't do it..." But after a little while of working with Roy like this Jamie realizes it's not like that and Roy actually really means it. He isn't being a prick, he really won't take the piss, he won't be disappointed or otherwise think Jamie failed to meet his expectation, he really will just straight up no-strings believe him if he says he can't do it. Which makes absolutely no god damn sense to him really so he just keeps going on like it is a challenge because that's the only way he understands it and he's got a job to do and all that.

But! Just in case anyone reading also thought oh yeah that's a challenge Jamie can't refuse. Like yeah, true, but that's not its purpose or even really a benefit beyond just getting Jamie to participate at first, before it pretty quickly would be a drawback/hindrance to further progress. And also Roy wouldn't necessarily be trying to challenge Jamie without reaching his limit, actually he would specifically be aiming for it. Because the purpose of "tell me you can't and I'll believe you" is:

Humble Jamie by forcing him to fail (without tricking him, ganging up on him, or emotionally kneecapping him)

Humble Jamie by forcing him to not only acknowledge to himself that he has limits, but also admit it out loud to another person

Show Jamie that him having limits (and boundaries, and feelings) is perfectly reasonable and doesn't make him less talented/tough

Show Jamie that when he states his limits (and boundaries, and feelings), they will be respected

Anyway. They are so not beating the workplace BDSM allegations.

Apart from everything else, I think Jamie was pretty damned understimulated at the Dogtrack during his first stint there. He’s come from City, where standards are sky-high and regiments strict, to Richmond, which is, in his own words, tragic. The other players are not up to his level, the legendary captain is checked-out, the first manager middling and the second a rodeo clown, and sure Jamie gets to be the star of the team and he fucking loves that, but he’s also supposed to be learning isn’t he, and he’s… not? Getting a bunch of game time, absolutely, and that’s important, but…

And let’s be clear, Jamie is doing absolutely nothing to improve the sad state of affairs at Richmond; rather, he makes matters considerably worse, with his selfishness and belittling of others – but at the time he isn’t perceptive enough to realize that, and is just pissed that the others are dragging him down, even as he’s thrilled at being the best. And like a lot of gifted kids when they’re not being properly challenged, he gets with the old acting out bit. (And he’s a prick. Like, that is also very much something that’s going on with him at the time. I won’t stand for us brushing that aside, even as we acknowledge that there’s a lot more going on with him even in season 1.)

I don’t think Roy’s really seeing it back then; he’s far too annoyed with Jamie and far too caught up in his depression to pay proper attention to shit like that. But say he travels back in time and gets dumped before Jamie’s shipped back to Manchester… it’d take him, what, three minutes of watching training to figure out that Jamie is bored out of his mind and pissed off about it? And it’d take him another 30 seconds to decide to fuck it, I’m sorting this out, and start coaching Jamie specifically, stepping in to show where and how he can improve and setting a bunch of demanding challenges to make sure the muppet’s properly engaged and working hard. He makes an effort to compliment and encourage Jamie more than the would back in his own time, too, because he understands that he doesn’t really have a proper rapport with this Tartt yet and figures it’s best to build him up while also setting down some very much needed boundaries visavi Jamie’s treatment of others…

If everyone’s surprised by Roy’s behaviour, they’re fucking shellshocked when Jamie, after some initial what-the-fuck-ness, responds positively to the attention, advice and frankly mad stuff Roy has him doing. He’s still a prick, sure, still has issues, but mostly he’s too busy and too exhausted (and let’s be real, too high on having Roy Kent’s undivided attention) to cause too much trouble.

Honestly, Roy is quite surprised himself that things are going so smoothly, but also lowkey furious, because was it really always that easy to sort the little prick out? (Roy’s not giving himself and his own development enough credit here, by the way; it’s reasonably easy for him now, after the work he’s done on himself and the ways he’s grown and gotten to know Jamie, but it wouldn’t have been easy for him then, even if he’d tried.) Then again, it’s not all smooth sailing either, because Jamie is still in his prick era and has not actually agreed to let Roy boss him around, so sometimes he pushes back and Roy had actually forgotten how bloody infuriating Jamie can be when he decides to. But yeah, all in all, it works a treat.

[prettytanuki]

Why Mastodon Sucks #3: It's not a Blog & It's not a Forum, It's a Group Chat / Reddit Clone

If you've tried posting stuff on mastodon and got no replies, no interaction, or anything at all, don't worry, it's not you, it's mastodon, and it's not a bug, it's a "feature".

What's happening is that nobody is seeing your mastodon posts AT ALL.

Why is nobody seeing them if you're posting it? Because in order for someone to see your post on mastodon, one of the following must be true:

They're looking at your profile.

They follow you.

They follow someone that boosted that one specific post.

They follow a hashtag that you used in your post.

They searched for a hashtag that you used in your post.

By chance they were browsing the newest posts of the instance just when you posted.

You can't count on 6 for anything, so let's ignore it.

Everyone starts without followers, so 2 isn't going to happen. If nobody sees your post nobody can boost your post or see your profile, so 1 and 3 are out as well.

This means that if you're new to mastodon, the only way for people to SEE your post is by using hashtags.

And you have to use a hashtag in every single post you want people to see. A post without hashtag reaches ONLY your followers (and their followers if they boost it).

I mean this because in some mastodon instances you can't search posts by text, you can only search ONE hashtag in the default web interface (you can search more if you enable the advanced interface but it's a mess). So you can't search for "one piece" to find one piece, you have to use the hashtag one piece and they have to use the hashtag one piece, and only then you can find each other.

So hashtag means JOINING A CONVERSATION. You need the one piece hashtag to join a conversation about one piece. Without it, you're talking to your followers (or no one).

It doesn't matter how much you talk about one piece, or how high quality your one piece fan art looks, or if you're literally the creator of one piece himself, if you don't tag your post one piece, nobody who wants to talk about one piece will know about it!

As tumblr is a site that's all about hashtags I guess you would know how much of a bad idea it is to require that two people use the exact same spelling of a hashtag to see each other posts.

This makes sense for brands like #twitter because there's only one name: twitter. Can't miss that. But for pretty much every fucking topic in the entire damn planet there's 5 6 different words for it. How many times people have tried joining a subreddit only to find out a subreddit whose name is only a slightly different spelling of that one is the popular one they wanted?

So using a hashtag in a post is like creating a thread in a subreddit, except you can't get banned from a hashtag the way you can get banned from a subreddit. Following a hashtag is just like subscribing to a subreddit too.

But you know what's not like reddit? Mastodon.

Because mastodon has character limits. In the most popular instance, it's 500 characters, which means if you want to include many hashtags and you're going to go through the effort of typing them out that will quickly use up all your characters. This also means all replies end up looking like twitter threads. It's really the worst of two worlds.

On top of that, replies are hidden within posts and mastodon doesn't even want to show a number of how many replies something has. Imagine reddit didn't show you how many comments each thread had. You want to join a conversation, but you don't know where a conversation is even happening. And it's insane to blame this on modern social media addiction because even the oldest forums told you how many replies a thread had.

Is tumblr better?

Absolutely. In two ways.

First, you can have SPACES in your hashtags. You don't tag one piece onepiece, you tag it ONE SPACE PIECE the way God intended! And it's not even in the text of the post, it's out of the main body. For how important hashtags are in mastodon, they surely have learned nothing from the leading website about hashtags.

Second, a tumblr is a blog, not a chat. I think this may be the most important thing and the top reason why mastodon sucks so much. People who write blogs, who "shout into the void" ultimately yearn that their voices are heard by someone one day. It's like writing a book. You're happy someone reads it. Finding something someone wrote 15 years ago on the internet is also a delight. There's no inflammatory sharing of text out of context to get followers on pitch forks or anything like that. We just feel connected by reading other people's thoughts.

Mastodon thinks this "internet book" is not a book you want others to read. It's a diary and it's private and people have to jump through hoops to find even a page. But it's also... on the internet? And with federation it's actually much harder to lose control of the book than with a centralized platform like tumblr because once you post something it gets copied to other servers across the globe controlled by people you don't even know about.

With this perspective it's not a book you just "write your thoughts into it." But it's based on the microBLOGGING platform twitter where people just wrote their thoughts on it. How come?

Connecting these dots together, there's no way this "social media" works in any traditional leisure form. My guess is mastodon is great for people in INDUSTRIES specially tech ones to talk about professional topics with each other and network by hashtag, because for pretty much everything else it feels off.

But what if you just followed people instead of using hashtags?

If you're the sort of person that shouts into the void, you want a post about THING to be found because it's about THING, but you don't want followers because you just post every stupid thing you think of like "why mastodon sucks" and so there's really no reason for anyone to follow you and your haphazard stream of consciousness.

If I regularly post about anime and people followed me because of that, that would suck when I start posting about something else because then my thoughts they may not care about end up in their feeds and nobody wants that to happen.

[shisnhou]

does anyone else have thoughts about gojo satoru who wants to buy you sexy lingerie for your birthday present, but doesn’t know what your bra or panty size is.

the man is walking into the lingerie store with his head held up high and his cheeks tainted red. all the women, and their significant others look at him with a confused yet intrigued look. why‘s this extremely handsome man walking into the lingerie store alone?

with long confident strides, this man walks to the set aisle. his blue eyes widen behind the designer sunglasses, and it isn’t the price tags that fluster him—he could care less about the insane price tags—what flusters him is the material and style of the lingerie.

he swallows, hard. he suppresses the shaking of his hand and reaches out for the dark blue lingerie before his also very blue eyes.

"excuse me sir?" a woman appears out of no where, breaking goio‘s impure imagination of you in said lingerie. "is there anything i can help you with?" she asks, cocking a brow.

gojo puts the lingerie down and stammers, licking his lips for a moment before coming to his senses. "i— yeah." he thinks hard and keeps his mind straight. "can i have this for my girl?"

"sure," she nods, taking the lingerie from his hands. "this is our limited edition, by the way. we only have two of these ever made by our famous designer.." gojo could honestly care less about what she is saying. all he‘s thinking of right now is taking the sinful piece and placing it on you as soon as possible.

"yeah." he nods, already looking around for another sexy set.

"the person you‘re with must be really lucky." she chuckles, still doing whatever the fuck she‘s supposed to do and looks at him. "this is one of a kind." she further adds. he nods again. "so i‘ll have to ask.."

"what‘s their size?"

gojo stops.

"what?"

"it‘s limited edition, so there‘s no size other than this. we have to make sure it‘s their size." she looks at him.

gojo halts. his whole body shuts down as he looks at it. he hadn‘t thought that part through. he thought that if he‘d see what looks good, he‘d immediately know it was made for you. but for god sake, now that he’s here, he doesn’t have a single clue.

"i— um—" he stammers, trying to explain it. "it‘s—"

"do you not know it?" she frowns. "i mean it‘s okay. you‘d just have to ask her then come—"

"no! i know it!" he cuts her off quick, pressing his fingers to his temple. "it‘s— it‘s.."

without even realizing it, gojo brings up both his hands to the air and makes an odd shape. the woman watches and eyes him oddly as he continues to further describe the shape.

"what‘re you doing…?"

"i‘m trying to show you." without a single ounce of shame, this man then puts his hands on the bra and feels it.

he‘s trying to figure out your tit size with his hands.

"yeah, that‘s it." he nods, sure of himself. then he grabs the thong. he places it flat on his palm and sees the size before nodding once again and smiling to the woman. "mhm, that‘s the right size."

the woman stares at him, bewildered. her jaw hangs agape, throat dry as she watches gojo move around and look at her. "yeah, that‘s it. it‘s her perfect size."

without even awaiting her response, he proudly takes the set from her and walks away, not even bothering to check the number tag for the size as he goes around and does the same for every piece of lingerie he encounters.

the people look at him, meanwhile he couldn‘t give a damn. he simply walks around, and purchases what he found with pride, leaving the store and the people in there more confused than they ever were in their lives.

and when the man gives it to you during your birthday, somehow, some fucking way, it‘s actually the right fucking size. and when he knows about it, he‘ll smugly tell you the story about how he found out your size and you‘ll just be left embarrassed the next time you‘re walking into that store with him.

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my sergeant

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Bucky breaks into your house to make you keep remember one thing.

word count: 1.352 words.

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! clothes on, unprotected sex, hair pulling, language, cursing, sergeant!kink, praise!kink, mention of bodily fluids, a little possessive!bucky, and i don't know what else.

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Your eyes snapped open, sitting up on your bed barely breathing. You were agitated after having another nightmare you couldn't remember once you were awake. At least this time, you weren't covered in sweat, but your whole body was on fire. Tossing the sheets away, you got up bare feet to head to the kitchen and drink a very much needed glass of freshwater. You drank it in one gulp, gasping while leaving it inside the sink. With both hands on the edge of the counter, you inclined your head back, putting your eyes on the ceiling. Those bad dreams would be the death for you one day, you knew it.

As you felt more calmed and recomforted, you turned around with the intention of going to your bed again. But that was left in the background at the moment you glimpsed Bucky sitting at the dinner table. He didn't scare you, not at all. You were starting to get used to find him there, waiting for you, in the middle of the gloom. He looked exhausted too. Deadly tired. He was reclined against the chair, legs slightly spread and his arm made of vibranium over the table. The soldier didn't utter a word, following your steps walking closer to him with his shiny blue eyes. He didn't even move a muscle when you sat on his lap and placed both hands on the sides of his neck.

Leaning ahead, you pecked his rough and dry lips slowly, taking your time with no rush. Bucky just closed his eyes, slipping his hands down to your hips, nailing his fingers there. He couldn't help but growl quietly the second your mouth trailed a path of short, ephemeral kisses to his jawline till reaching his throat, forcing him to toss his head back. Unconsciously, he urged you to swing your body on top of his. You dragged your incisors on his Adam's apple, causing him to swallow a soft gasp, feeling his digits grabbing your hips strongly —probably, that gesture would leave some marks on your skin.

“I've missed you”. You purred coming back your attention to his lips, as the bulge under the rigid fabric of his pants became bigger and harder because of your dance. You were aware that he looked for you whenever he wanted to put his feet on the ground, feel loved, desired. “My Sergeant…”

Bucky didn't open his eyes, sliding his cold palm to your lower waist and landing the warm one on the back of your head to tangle it in your hair. You groaned against his lips before they were hungrily devoured. The heat in your core grew by leaps and bounds when he repositioned you on his legs and his solid erection was placed under your weakest spot. You couldn't hold back a delicate, sweet moan. One of these that used to drive him insane. With his left hand, Bucky continued encouraging you to rock your hips against his crotch, rubbing it concretely among your folds covered by the soaked fabric of your panties.

You hated sometimes the control he had over you, over your body, over your mind. He could put you to beg with just one look. And he knew it. You were his, that was the absolute truth. And he wanted something else from you, as soon as you increased the pace. Bucky didn't care about your t-shirt, using both of his hands to rip it off from your body. Ruining it like he was going to ruin you. His hand of vibranium went straight to your breasts, giving you goosebumps because of the contrast of his cold fingers pinching them as he caught one of your nipples between his warm lips. You whined his name, securing your hands on his shoulders, out of the world while the sensitivity of your wet and needed cunt became more sensible to the firm rubbing against your panties.

“You want to cum, don't you, babydoll?” He hummed squeezing the nipple covered in his saliva using his thumb and his forefinger, bringing his lips closer to yours.

“Yes… Yes, Sergeant”. You pouted at him, nodding with your chin and looking at him through your eyelids.

“I knew you needed me… I knew my sweet girl needed her Sergeant to make her feel good, am I wrong?” Bucky's hoarse tone was pushing you to the seventh heaven, feeling the tickles borning within your lower belly, swinging your body faster over his rock-hard dick.

“No… No, you're… you're not”. You babbled this time, seeing him curling up the corner of his lips in that charming and breathtaking smirk of him. “I ne— need you inside me… I need you to… fuck me like you me— mean it, my Sergeant, please, I beg you”.

“I will, babydoll, I will… 'Cause you're a good, good girl”. Bucky affirmed unhurriedly, peppering your swollen lips, remembering how good they looked around his cock —sucking his soul out of his body— the last time he appeared in your house. “Open your mouth”.

You obeyed instantly, swallowing a loud whining, letting him tuck his cold thumb between your lips. You licked it using your tongue, giving him a whole show and noticing how a storm of darkness covered his pale blue orbs. When he decided it was well covered in your saliva, Bucky directed it to your panties, not pulling them aside. And he drew circles on your throbbing clit, pressing his fingertip enough to stroke it.

“Oh, f— fuck, Sergeant”. You sobbed arching your back, very close to being thrown above the edge of your limits.

“C'mon, babydoll… cum for me… Show me what only I can make you feel”. He whispered into your ear. A raspy voice that gave you shivers down your backbone. “You're so damn soaked I can feel it under my clothes… Good lord… what a dirty girl you are…”

“Only fo— for you”.

Your response came an instant before the fireworks exploded inside your belly, not being able to stop when the orgasm hit your soul crying his name, dancing your cunt onto his hard cock needed of him. Your thighs strained, your legs were shaking, hanging above the floor and you were panting nonsense words about your Sergeant.

Bucky stormed his tongue into your mouth, invading it with no mercy to dominate yours. Placing his hands back to your hips, he forced you to keep moving, stealing the less air inside your lungs. He was about to cum too, but it'd be a waste if he did it in his boxers; stopping you at the precise moment to push you back enough to undo his belt and zip. Bucky didn't let you time to react. As his cock covered in his own arousal broke free and he removed your ruined panties to the side, he lifted you sufficiently to impale your pussy down.

“Fuck!” You both hissed at the same time, closing strongly your eyelids.

Bucky made you bounce onto his rigid erection, once and once, keen to fill you up with his heated seed. You were a bundle of moans, sobs, and pleas, feeling his most sensible skin stretching your soaked walls and twitching between them. He didn't give you prior notice. Bucky just cum inside your cunt, pushing you down harder till his dick was balls-deep beyond your limits. He growled against your throat, pulling back your hair and your head, to nail his teeth in your sweaty skin.

“Oh, god, my Sergeant…” You gasped with a wrecked tone of voice, finding balance by gripping his jacket in two fists.

“You look like Heaven, babydoll… But you feel like Hell”. Bucky rumbled, making your whole anatomy shake again. “What a shame 'm gonna destroy you tonight…”

And by destroying you he meant you wouldn't be able to walk the next morning, not even to talk because what he has planned for you was to fuck every sweet, warm hole of you —your mouth, your ass, your pussy. Or rather, his mouth, his ass, his pussy. Bucky would make you keep remembering who you belonged to.

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Long Time Coming

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 6,664 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad Bod Hotch, Oblivious Hotch, Flirting, Reader has a few one night stands, Semi-public sex, Unprotected sex, Blow jobs/Face fucking, Hairpulling, Fingering, Praise and degradation, Dirty talk, Accidental reveal of feelings, TW blood/cut Summary: You have been in lust (and love) with Aaron for a while, but his new look sends you off the deep end, and it's enough to make you do some pretty crazy things. *Inspired by @ssamorganhotchner and these three pics. Link to A03 or read below! You are fresh off yet another unsuccessful first date when Aaron wears the new suit. You, Emily, JJ, and Penelope are standing by the coffee maker, complaining about the pitfalls of online dating and how people are never they way they seem when you actually meet in person; you have the carafe in your hand, filling your mug, and when he walks in, face in a case file, his pants so tight you can make out his hips and thighs as clearly as if he were naked… You kind of lose your shit. And your grip.

The carafe shatters when it hits the tile floor, spraying shards of glass and hot coffee everywhere; Emily gasps, Penelope jumps back to avoid the splatter, JJ runs for a broom, and you just stand there, staring at Aaron—at his tight slacks, at his belt, at his shirt, tucked neatly inside, then at his dangling tie, and finally, his worried face.

“Are you alright?” he asks, because you have literally not moved a muscle since he arrived; your boots are covered in coffee—you are thankful you dressed casually today and aren’t wearing heels, or you’d be in a lot of pain—and your heart is racing, but otherwise you feel frozen, unable to move or look away.

You’ve wanted Aaron for a long time, and everyone knows it but him. It’s part of the reason you’re smothering yourself with online hookups and blind dates and one night stands: because he is off limits, and you’re desperately horny for him, and you need to have him fucked out of your mind one way or another.

The new suit further complicates things.

“Fine,” you say after a few more seconds, and JJ comes back with the broom and dustpan, so you bend down to help her clean up your mess. It wasn’t your brightest idea, because you are now at eye level with the tight crotch of his pants, and all you can think of is working the zipper open, pulling him carefully past the fly, sucking him off until those big hands slip into your hair and tug roughly when he comes.

God. You’re going to have to go on another bad date. Or ten.

“New suit?” Penelope asks conversationally, as if you aren’t having a sexual crisis about it three feet away. “Looks good, boss.” Aaron runs his hand down his body self-consciously, but all you see are thick fingers and stomach and hnnngg…

JJ pinches the back of your arm hard, makes a face that screams get it together!!, and you take a deep breath.

“I took some of my old ones in for alterations and the salesman convinced me they were severely outdated. Do you like this style better?”

For some reason, it feels like he’s looking right at you, and you nod, dreamy-eyed, sweep your tongue over your lips.

“Better,” you rasp, and Emily and Penelope agree, probably to take the emphasis off of your slack mouth and dopey one-word answers. You try to help JJ clean up, picking up the larger pieces of glass and dropping them into the dustpan despite her protests—because you are very unfocused, shouldn’t be messing with sharp objects—and when you cut your finger on a piece, she just sighs. Such a mom.

You wince, and Aaron frowns, comes toward you, putting you not only at dick height, but a manageable dick distance, if you were so inclined; really, it’s more if he were so inclined, because you are actually fully prepared to swallow his load right here in front of your friends—all he’d have to do would be snap his fingers and point to his crotch, and the FBI would be suing you for mental distress and using the money to pay for therapy for Emily, Penelope, and JJ.

“Let’s get this cleaned up,” he says, snapping you out of your very elaborate fantasy (typically your fantasies don’t involve court costs, but this is Aaron, so anything is possible.) He wraps his hand around your injured finger and pulls you up to standing with the other, and you just follow along as he leads you over to the sink, turns on the tap to let the water run over your cut. The way you’re looking up at him like he’s the best thing you’ve ever seen has to be painfully obvious, but he just reaches over for the first aid kit, takes out a bandage, and wraps it carefully around the tip of your finger. You sigh.

It may have started out as lust, but you’re pretty sure you’re also in love.

You have got to find a way to get him to notice you as more than just an agent, a teammate, a friend, and so: Operation ‘Get Hotch Out Of His Tight Pants’ begins. You fill the girls in on your master plan, and they fill in Derek and Spencer just so there are more people to laugh at you when you crash and burn, probably. But you’ve got a plan, will be pulling out all the stops, so you might not fail horribly after all. Hopefully.

God, you absolutely cannot fail. You can’t go out with another software engineer with the personality of a peanut or another investment banker who thinks buying you an appetizer means you owe him a blow job in the front seat of his Tesla. You will go fucking insane.

Today’s plan is T for tits, because yours are pretty awesome and almost no one who is attracted to women can resist them. You wear your usual white button down top, but you leave the top two buttons undone, and you add a red, lacy bra for a little additional temptation.

“Here are those consults you asked for,” you say after knocking lightly on the doorframe; Aaron waves you inside. You set them down on his desk, then glance over the open folder in front of him, make a curious noise. “What are you working on up here?”

You walk around his desk, so you’re standing next to him, and lean forward to look over the case file with one hand on the back of his chair and the other pressed against the desk. If he would look over, he would see right down your top, your breasts high and smushed together thanks to the lacy push up… but he looks straight down at the file, taps his pen against it.

“Murders in Detroit. I don’t think we’ll go—they look like mob hits to me, so I’m going to refer the case to Organized Crime.” You hum, turn the file toward you and lean in a little closer, letting your hair spill over your shoulder, the neck of your blouse fall open. Boobs and perfume are usually a one-two punch that is capable of bringing any man to his knees, and while he does turn to look at you, it feels entirely too respectful for your liking. You sigh softly, give up for today, and turn the file back.

“Well you know best, boss. Any time I don’t have to go to Detroit is alright by me.” You flash him a smile, and he reciprocates, and you head back downstairs for a cup of coffee and maybe a stale shame pastry.

The team looks up at you when you approach, and you shake your head.

“No luck,” you mutter, and Derek laughs, crosses his arms over his chest.

“Maybe you’re not very good at flirting. What did you do?” You roll your eyes—your flirting is not the problem, it’s Aaron’s morals and manners or whatever—and walk over to Spencer’s desk, demonstrate with him what you did to Aaron; you put your hand on the back of his chair, toss your hair over your shoulder, lean in, and Spencer swallows hard, licks his lips, and looks abruptly down at his hands. That reaction, you would have gladly taken.

Derek clears his throat, and so does Emily. Hmm.

“I’m good at flirting,” you say, straightening up; Spencer is blushing, and it’s super cute, so you pat him lightly on the head. “Maybe he’s an ass man. I’ll wear a skirt tomorrow and we’ll see if that gets the job done.”

“Good idea,” Derek says, and when you walk past him, he gives you a once over that makes you feel pretty damn good. “In the meantime, why don’t you come and demonstrate on me?”

There’s no denying he is one of the finest men you’ve ever seen in your life, and earlier on in your career you might have taken him up on it—it would have to be better than Marty McTesla, that’s a given—but you know he’s mostly teasing, even if there is a thin layer of actual desire beneath it all. You just fluff your hair and take your seat and mentally flip through your closet to try to come up with an outfit Aaron can’t refuse. You decide on a pencil skirt, because that’s got to be every boss's fantasy, right? You have one you never wear to the office because it’s a little sexy, tight on your hips and ass, with a zipper up the back that you can open a little and use to your advantage. When you walk into the bullpen that morning, JJ whistles, and you grin, do a little twirl.

“Thank you, thank you. This has to work, right?” You turn to face Emily, then turn away from Emily, butt right in her face. “Emily? This will work, right?”

“That’s... definitely going to work,” she murmurs, tapping the cap of her pen against her teeth, and you have to admit you have a good feeling about this one. For as great as breasts are, your ass is your best asset, and if the open top and red bra didn’t work, this has to be your ticket to some sweet, dirty loving, it just has to.

You all head up for the morning meeting, filing into the briefing room, and you give Aaron a soft greeting and a smile just like every day, and then offer to help him pass out whatever stack of papers he’s holding in his hands—fire drills and emergency protocol, or something boring like that. He accepts the help, and you take the fliers, but instead of walking around and handing them to each member of the team like he would, you bend over the table, reach across, and drop the pages in front of everyone.

JJ is the furthest away, and you practically have to climb onto the table to reach her; you grin and wink when she takes the papers out of your hand, and she shakes her head like you’re too much, but when you stand back up to hand Aaron the extras, he doesn’t seem the slightest bit interested.

He thanks you for your help, and you take your seat and listen to him go on about emergency exits and fire extinguishers and seriously start to contemplate moving to Europe to start a new life, or something else equally dramatic.

Because you don’t give up easily, you orchestrate one more attempt to get him to show some interest in you. You know he usually goes downstairs to the cafeteria for lunch, and that the elevator is a jam-packed nightmare because the main stairwell is currently under construction (which is probably why you needed to go over safety protocol, now that you think about it; shutting down the stairwell seems very unsafe.) You usually pack your lunch, but you can go buy an overpriced salad for the sake of your sex drive, so you wait for the elevator when he does, making small talk about your mornings until it dings and arrives on your floor.

He tries to let you in first, gentleman that he is, but that won’t work with your plan, so you insist, earning eye rolls from the other passengers on the elevator. You give Amy from Forensic Accounting a dirty look and then step in after him, lean back against him because there’s really no fucking room to even take a breath.

He’s taller than you, but with heels on your ass still fits pretty nicely against his thighs; a little too nicely, you think, as you get wet just from standing near him in the elevator, the heat of his body through your skirt. You really are a mess.

There are two more floors to go before the cafeteria, and no one gets off, but more people manage to cram into the elevator, which means you press more tightly against him to make room. Someone bumps into you roughly, which makes you unsteady on your feet; Aaron puts his hands low on your hips to keep you from wobbling, and your eyes literally roll back in your head, but he just leans in to mutter, “sorry” into your ear. You say nothing, because you’d probably moan if you opened your mouth, but you shake your head so he knows it’s not a problem.

When everyone gets off downstairs, you hurry to the restroom and don’t look back, turn on the faucet and splash some cold water against your overheated neck and chest. So much for that plan. All you managed to do was work yourself up into a fury.

While you’re in line to pay for your overpriced salad, you open up your dating app and secure yourself drinks with a hot lawyer for tonight. Seduction is clearly not working with Aaron, he’s clearly not interested, and you have to find a way to move on before you have a spontaneous workplace orgasm and get fired from the job you love—all of his tight new suits have been dark so far, but if he shows up in gray, you’re not going to have the will to survive anymore. You have to plan for the worst.

The lawyer is nice enough, but he’s too short, too thin; it’s hard to imagine Aaron’s body weight on top of you when he’s fucking you, but you’re nothing if not resourceful, so you move your hands to his head of thick, dark hair and focus on that—that, and his hot breath against your throat when he comes a little too soon and mutters “sorry” into your ear.

“It’s okay,” you pant, reaching between you to rub your clit. You close your eyes, tip your head back, clench around him; you imagine it’s Aaron inside you instead, and bury your face in his shoulder when you come.

He’s willing to stay, but you explain why it’s better if he leaves, and then you fall back into bed, fumble for your vibrator, and get off again so you’re not too distracted by reality to really enjoy your fantasy.

It’s a little twisted, but it is what it is. You’re standing in the breakroom a few days later, swiping through the dating app and bullshitting with Derek and Penelope, when this guy pops up on your screen. He’s not your usual type, younger and blonder than you prefer these days, a pilot, but something about his profile makes you pause; when it hits you, you blow out a breath and look up at your friends.

“So you guys know Operation ‘Get Hotch Out Of His Tight Pants’ is officially dead in the water,” you begin, and they nod, “and now I’m focusing my energy on trying to get over him. I went on a date with a guy that kind of looked like him, and that didn’t really help, but what if…” You turn your screen to face them; Derek nods like it might be crazy enough to work, but Penelope grimaces.

“No, I don’t think that’s going to work. It might actually be crossing a line,” she says with a frown, and you look to Derek for his input.

“It’s more of a coincidence than anything, right? It’s not like he’s unattractive and this is the only reason you’re going out with him. He’s a good looking guy,” he admits, and you’re really grateful he’s willing to help you rationalize this probably terrible idea into a potentially decent idea.

You send the pilot a message, and he wants to meet up; he suggests a bar near the both of you, and you know it’s risky, but you tell him you happen to make a great gin and tonic and that you have everything you need at home, if he’d like to meet you there instead.

He does, and you don’t even make him that drink, just take off his clothes, get him into your bed.

“That’s right, babe—wanna hear you lose it for me. Say my name, gorgeous,” he groans, fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you from behind, and you close your eyes, fist your hands in the sheets, and give him what he wants.

“Oh, fuck, Aaron. Fuck me harder.” His thrusts are already rough and punishing, but this is the best you’ve felt in a really long time, so you’re eager, desperate for more. “Yeah, Aaron, just like that.”

“Tell me my big cock feels so good in your pussy.” He slaps your ass, and you moan involuntarily, press back against him, panting.

“Your big cock feels so good, Aaron, so good in my pussy. Fuck me, Aaron, destroy me.” He grunts, tenses, and moves his hands to your shoulders, slamming your body tight against his as he comes. “Yes, don’t stop, Aaron, don’t stop,” you plead, hips working together, and when he smacks your ass again you come gasping his name, collapsing against the bed with a breathless sigh.

You feel a lot dirtier than you expected you would, even though it was kind of awesome, and ultimately Penelope was right; it was fun while it lasted, but it didn’t do a damn thing to help you forget about the only Aaron you actually want in your bed. Monday morning, Aaron comes into the office wearing a tight navy suit with a striped white shirt and a navy tie, and you follow him with your eyes from the glass double doors all the way up to his office, mouth open a little. Your eyes get heavy and your breathing picks up, which is the dumbest biological reaction to a man’s ass you’ve ever had—but god, it’s a perfect ass—and JJ has to actually lightly slap your cheek to get you to snap the fuck out of it.

“Are you horny right now?” she asks, a little grossed out. “I can’t handle you.”

“I know you guys all call him a tightass, but I mean, if the pants fit… and god, do they fit.” You pick up a case file and fan yourself with it. “He’s so fucking hot. What am I supposed to do? Getting railed by fake Aaron didn’t do shit; I think I might actually have to transfer.”

“You’re not transferring. You just have to get over it.”

“Are you kidding? She’s like a cat in heat when he’s around,” Derek says with a smirk. “I think I’m getting horny just because she’s horny.”

“Okay, so why can’t I have that effect on him?” you ask with your arms open. “Do you think it’s the pheromones? Maybe they’re incompatible. Smell me—does it turn you on?” you ask Spencer, presenting your neck, and he looks like a deer in the headlights, then leans in to sniff you.

“Uh… you smell nice?” he says with a shrug and a half smile. “I think it’s just your perfume, though.”

“Put your face near her boobs,” Derek says, and Spencer starts to lean in again. “I think the pheromones are stronger there.” He pauses about halfway to your chest.

“Actually, they’re stronger near the genitals, but I don’t think that’s appropriate.”

“What’s going on down there?” You freeze and then turn to look up at Aaron’s office, where he leans against the doorframe; Spencer stands up comically fast, and you take a step back, clearing your throat. Aaron’s scowling—it’s really sexy and it’s making your heart beat in your stupid, traitor pussy—and then he sighs visibly. “We have a case, come on.”

The case is only a half hour away, so you drive, which is horrible, because you are with Aaron and Derek, and Derek lets you sit in the front just to watch you squirm.

It gets bad before you even pull out of the parking garage, because Aaron puts his hand on the back of your headrest to look behind him and reverse the SUV, and you look over at his body—his stomach, his lap, his thighs—and then quickly face forward when he puts the car into drive. You’re flushed, breathing heavily, and when he looks you over quizzically, asks if you’re alright, you just clear your throat and nod.

“Allergies,” Derek supplies from the back, and you mentally thank him for the save, but you kind of also want to smack him for putting you in this position in the first place.

You’re practically turned on the entire ride, even as you go over the details of the case, because his legs are spread and your eyes keep moving to his crotch; at one point, you think you notice his already unfairly tight pants getting a little tighter, but it’s just a trick of light.

By the time you arrive at the precinct, you are more than ready for fresh air, to put some distance between yourself and Aaron. You’re out of the car almost as soon as he turns off the engine, which probably looks weird as hell, but for your sanity you can’t give it too much thought.

The head detective and a junior detective give you a run down on the case while the other half of your team meets with officers at the crime scene. The head detective, a tall, handsome man in his forties, is looking at you like you’re a juicy steak and he hasn’t eaten in months; Derek notices, turns to you with a raised eyebrow and mouths ‘pheromones,’ Aaron is clearly unhappy about the detective’s lack of professionalism, and you couldn’t really care less about the attention. You just want to do your job and go home and touch yourself to thoughts of your boss… as one does.

The local police already have a board made up, so the three of you travel to speak with some witnesses, head back to the precinct, work the tip lines. Aaron seems to be looking at you more than usual, and when you get up to stretch your legs, he’s right behind you, following you out into the hall.

“Are you sure you're alright today?” he asks with a serious expression, hands on his hips. Your mouth waters. “You’ve been acting a little strange.”

“Stranger than normal?” You try to smile, to lighten the mood, but as oblivious as he’s been about everything else, he’s always been able to tell when you try to hide your emotions with humor.

“The last couple weeks? Yes.” He moves a little closer, and you try your best not to let it affect you—or at least not to let it show when it does. “You know by now that you can come to me anytime, for anything.” He doesn’t present it as a question, but it’s clear on his face that he’s looking for an answer.

“I know. I’m going through something… stupid,” you say with a shrug. “Something I should be able to handle, but it’s harder than I imagined.” He frowns, flicks his eyes over your face.

“Let me help you.”

“You can’t; trust me, you can’t,” you say, pleading with your voice, begging him to drop it. “I’ll get through it.” You shut your eyes briefly, exhale, and he reaches down to take one of your hands in his.

“Are you in trouble?” This is the most intimately he’s ever touched you, and it’s not just your body that sings; you know you’re in love with him, have been for a while, but focusing on the horny feelings is easier. It makes it feel like you have less to lose.

“No, it’s nothing like that. I just need some time. Thank you.” You squeeze his hand, and then Derek pokes his head into the hall behind him.

“We got a tip about the unsub barricading a house downtown; the detective is mobilizing SWAT,” he says; when he glances down at your hands, you pull yours softly out of Aaron’s grasp.

“What do you want us to do, boss?” you ask, effectively ending your conversation, and he tells you to get suited up with comms and Kevlar so the three of you can head to the new scene. Aaron is, unsurprisingly, a complete badass, storming the house along with SWAT, you at his side; it’s his way of reminding you that he trusts you, that it can and should go both ways—he is so perfectly predictable, reassuring with gestures over words even in a situation like this one. It does nothing to help you stop wanting him.

He’s a little rough with the unsub (and that doesn’t help either,) looks ruffled and kind of pissed when you climb in the SUV to head back to the precinct. Spencer, JJ, and Emily meet you there, and you take the opportunity to vent about how indescribably good Aaron has looked all day—Spencer bows out of the conversation early, but JJ and Emily are kind enough to listen to your insane, horny ramblings.

“He’s just so hot—he always has been, but the new suits? They’re so tight, and his shirts show off his tummy, and his pants show off his thighs… You guys will never understand the things I want to do to him.”

“Okay, he’s handsome enough, but you’re nasty about it—I can’t handle you,” JJ says, not for the first time. You groan in response.

“How can you say that? Have you fucking seen him? I’m not supposed to think nasty thoughts when he walks around looking like that?”

You feel yourself getting a little out of hand, and Emily and JJ look like they’re trying to shut you up, but you can’t stop yourself. It’s like the floodgates have opened.

“He’s never going to know what I want to do to him… what I want him to do to me. I tried so hard, and he didn’t even look at me. All I wanted to do was get on my knees for him and grab his ass so he could fuck my throat as hard as fucking possible—is that so much to ask for?” You pause, but neither of them say anything, just look scandalized. “I guess I’m going to have to name my vibrator Hotch now, since that’s clearly the closest I’ll ever get to him giving me an orgasm.”

“Do you really mean that?”

You jump a fucking foot, spin around, almost knocking Emily and JJ over in the process; Aaron is in front of you, his brow furrowed, arms crossed over his vest (he hasn’t taken that thing off yet? You threw yours on the table like the minute you got back), and your mouth opens and your eyes close at the same time.

Oh fucking fuck.

“We’re gonna… go,” Emily says awkwardly, and you open your eyes abruptly when Aaron speaks again.

“No, we’re going to go; come with me,” he tells you, and he turns and heads down the hall; you look back at Emily and JJ, swallow hard, and follow him, your heart beating fast.

He steps into a small room with a copy machine, table, shelves of paper and envelopes and other supplies, and closes the door behind you, engages the lock. You are torn between being very worried he’s going to fire you and super turned on, because this is definitely a fantasy you’ve had before.

“Aaron,” you begin, running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry. I think it was the adrenaline; it makes me run my mouth and I can’t stop it, you know that.” He’s facing away from you, his hands on his hips again, and you can see the way his body moves when he sighs.

“Did you mean it, though?” When he turns to look at you, he doesn’t look angry, he looks… nervous. “Do you want me?” His reaction is unexpected—not great, but not necessarily bad—and you bite your lip, nod.

“Yeah. So fucking bad. And I’m sorry—” That’s as far into your apology as you get before his mouth is on yours, his hands on your face, lips pressing against you for a rough, eager kiss. Your hands move to his waist, pulling him closer by the vest, and he lifts you up onto the table, tugs down the v-neck of your t-shirt, mouths at your throat.

“You think I didn’t look at you?” he says when he pulls away for a breath, tipping your chin down so you’ll look into his eyes. “You think I didn’t see that lacy red bra, your perfect ass bent over in the tight skirt? You think I didn’t feel it pressed against me in the elevator, that I didn’t want to push that skirt up and sink inside you and take you there in front of everyone?”

You moan, chest heaving, twist your fingers in his hair and pull him in for another kiss, dripping and trembling at his admission.

“I would have let you,” you murmur against his lips, and there’s no doubt in your mind that you would have, if that’s what he’d wanted. “I would let you do anything: not just let you, but I’d want it, beg for it. I meant what I said—I’d get on my knees for you, anytime, anywhere, do whatever you want me to do. I want to be yours.”

He catches your mouth in another rough kiss, then puts his hands on your waist, guides you off the table, and flips open his belt, the fly of his pants.

“Oh god. What are you doing?” you ask, and he slides down his zipper, pulls you with him until his back hits the door.

“I’m giving you what you asked for,” he rasps, staring into your eyes, his gaze smoldering. It’s so fucking hot your pussy clenches.

You lick your lips, drop to your knees on the tile floor so hard it hurts, tug his pants open and pull out his thick, hard, veiny cock.

Your dreams and fantasies did not do it justice.

“Fuck. Thank you,” you mumble, looking up at him, and he wraps his hands in your hair, pulls tightly. You moan just from that and the heft of him in your hand. “Thank you.”

“Shh.” He scrapes his fingers over your scalp, hums as you start stroking him, licking the head. “Don’t thank me—I should be thanking you, beautiful, perfect girl. In what world do I get this?” There are lots of things you want to say to that, but you’ve waited long enough, will have to say them later.

You lick your lips, collect lots of saliva, and take him into your mouth, get your hands on his ass and dig your nails in. Aaron groans, tightens his fingers in your hair, and when you look up at him it feels like a fever dream, like it’s not real but a delicious figment of your imagination.

For a minute or two, you stroke him with a tight, wet mouth, and it’s got you aching between your legs, but he’s supposed to be fucking your throat, technically, if he’s giving you what you asked for. You pull off, tell him that, and he tugs your head back roughly, guides you back onto his cock and starts thrusting into your mouth, earning vibrating moans around it.

“God, you’re so perfect. How long have you been thinking about this? How long have you touched yourself to the thought of me fucking your pretty face?” He picks up the pace, pushes deeper when he sees you can handle it, and you squeeze his ass, feel your eyelids flutter as he uses your mouth, pulls your hair. “Are you a whore for me?” he grinds out, and the moan that rips from your throat is inhuman, embarrassing, and absolutely accurate. “Yes you are, baby, yes you are. My pretty whore, on your knees, mouth stretched wide and filled with cock.”

You’ve never been so turned on from a blow job, but this is Aaron, hot and dirty and forceful, everything you imagined and more. You squeeze him tighter, encourage rougher treatment, and he presses his hands against the back for your head, slams his dick in so deep it aches; you don’t gag, but it’s a near thing, and when he pulls you off you gasp for breath and whimper at the loss at the same time.

“Enough of that, baby. You were perfect, so good for me, almost choking on my cock, but I bet your pussy is wet and aching. Do you want me inside it?”

“Holy—yes, fuck, please. Please,” you breathe, and he helps you to your feet and then pushes you against the door, gets your pants down. His rough treatment has you whining, gripping the hair on the back of his head, and you kick off your boots and socks so you can step out of your pants completely. “Keep all this on,” you tell him, pants and shirt and tie and Kevlar vest and all, and he nods, kisses you deeply, presses two fingers inside you.

“Fuck,” he groans when you receive him easily, soft and wet and open, and he uses his free hand to sweep down your top, slipping the buttons loose so he can get a better view of your tits and black lace bra that’s holding them. “So beautiful, and finally mine,” he mutters against your throat, and you whine, let your head fall back against the door, and give in to the pleasure of his thick fingers moving inside you.

“Finally mine,” you murmur, tugging his hair, slamming down against his hand, and when you come it’s like a miracle; you cry out, clamp down, and wrap your free hand around his bicep and squeeze until you’re lightheaded, dazed, desperate for another.

You kiss, deep and passionate and filthy, and Aaron slides his fingers into your mouth, pumps them a few times, then kisses you again.

“Good girl. Are you ready for my cock now?” You pant, gasp, and nod your head, and he pushes your shirt off your shoulders, lifts your legs so you’ll wrap them around his waist, and pushes inside you. You both moan, kiss, moan again, and then you wrap your arms around his broad back, hook your fingers in his vest, and hold on while he pounds your body roughly against the door.

“Oh, Aaron, fuck. Yeah. Want you to slam your body against mine; want to feel it, want to feel all of you.” He looks into your eyes, breathing hard, fucks up into you, hands on your ass, his hips and torso pinning you in place.

“Sweet, pretty, slutty girl,” he pants, spreading you open and shoving himself inside your pussy. “You tried tempting me, and oh, did it work. I might not have shown it…” He ducks in to kiss the base of your throat and you cling tighter, rock against his hips. “But it worked. You dressed like a whore just for me, just so I’d notice you; do you I know went home and stroked my cock and came with your name on my lips?”

“Holy shit. That’s so hot.” You move a hand to his hair again, can’t not thread your fingers there now that it’s allowed. “Could have fucked me like this then. Could have come in my pussy, not your hand.”

“We’ll make up for lost time,” he promises, and he thrusts up with his whole body, so you can feel it pressed against yours—shoulders, chest, stomach, all the very best parts of him. “I’m not too much for you? Can you take it?”

“Perfect for me,” you gasp, holding tightly to his vest at his shoulder and his shirt at his hip, bouncing into his thrusts. “So perfect, want you. I can take it. I can take it, Aaron.” Your mouths meet for a messy, hot kiss, lots of tongue, and you groan. “Give it to me, give it all to me.”

He bends his knees a little more, fucks you so rough and hard your mouth falls open and all you can do is whimper, clutch him, gracelessly kiss back when he presses his lips to yours.

He comes first, holds tightly to your hip and pumps inside you, fills you and then some, so it drips out while he’s still inside. It feels sinful, even after everything, and with a few rough drags of his palm over your lace covered nipple, you tighten and grip him and gasp out his name.

You both slow, and then he turns you, leans back against the door for a little relief after holding you up for so long. He nuzzles into your hair, and you bury your face in his neck, and you kiss soft and sweet until you’re feeling stable enough to hop out of his arms and put your clothes back on. He rights his as well, and when you’re both put together he wraps you up in a hug, kisses you, holds you with soft hands on your cheeks.

“I really have waited so long for this.” He brushes his lips over yours, and you sigh. “You never indicated… I was trying to be professional. Then out of nowhere you were leaning over my desk and bending over the table, and I was a little blown away.” You nod, can see that, pull him down for a kiss.

“It’s the goddamn suits,” you say with a half smile, and he gives you a curious look. “Your new, better fitting suits? They fit you so fucking well it’s almost illegal; I’m thinking of pursuing charges against your tailor for reckless endangerment on behalf of my libido, and the coffee carafe, and my poor, worn out vibrator.” He chuckles, hugs you closer, squeezes you so tightly against his body you almost pass out from all the good things you feel.

“Maybe we can strike a deal,” he murmurs, pushing your hair back behind your ear, and you bite your lip, nod.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll think of something you can do to make it worth my while.” After a little more hugging and kissing, the two of you figure it’s time to emerge from the supply closet; you don’t see your team anywhere, which surprises you, but when you get to your phone and pull up your texts, it all makes sense.

Derek: Congrats on the sex. The four of us headed home because no one wants to ride with the two of you and your pheromones.

Emily: Yay, you did it!! Drinks on me next time we go out!

JJ: You guys are loud; don’t make a habit of that.

Penelope: I hear congrats are in order! And by hear, I don’t mean hear. There’s NOT an audio clip or anything, so don’t worry about that!!

Spencer: Emily took an audio clip. Is it normal for girls to enjoy being called a whore? You don’t have to answer that.

You take a very deep breath, give him the gist of the messages—you’re on your own, they heard at least part of it, there is some potentially damning evidence that needs to be destroyed—and you leave the precinct to head home in a better mood than you’ve been in in a very long time.

Aaron takes you out for a late dinner, and he spends the night at your place, falls asleep warm and solid and very naked in the middle of your bed.

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[favroitecrime]

so she ended her engagement but also married a broke man??????

death on the nile seems like such a painful movie to get through agatha christie i’m doing this for you

[dark-and-kawaii]

𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 : Makki and Matsukawa would totally share the same pussy and that thought alone makes my brain go brrr 🥴 same with tsumu and samu sharing 💦 do you think ushi would share with tendo sorry my brain is on a three way kick

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : Hanamaki x Reader x Matsukawa - Atsumu x Reader x Osamu - Ushijima x Reader x Tendou

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : NSFW - Fluff - I love them

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮 : I 100% agree they would be in a poly relationship with you xoxo and thats how it would be. But again I'm going to try and capture how they'd actually be when sharing xoxo I hope you like it!!! I hope I captured them xoxo!!!

Matsukawa and Makki 100% are both in a relationship with you and they love every minute of it.

They don't do anything with one another but they sure as hell do a lot to you. Making you break between them is something they both look forward to damn near every day.

Matsukawa works during the day and because Makki is currently jobless he's left to "take care" of you. Don't worry, Makki makes sure you're nice and satisfied before you leave the house. Makes sure you leave feeling full, if you catch my drift. 

Speaking of being full, you'll more than likely be with them for the long run because they honestly couldn't imagine being with anyone else… and they both want a kid… of their own. 

They will be filling you up with their cum till you're nice and pregnant, and there isn't really a plan. They both just fuck you and see who's kid comes first. 

If Makki's kid comes first then you're off limits until Matsukawa gets you pregnant… they aren't trying to raise more than two kids… Neither of them could afford it as much as they'd love to see you pregnant 24/7.

Both are protective of you. If you're at a bar with them and they see some guy getting handsy with you they will come up behind you- Makki snakes his arm around your waist while Matsukawa wraps his arms around your neck. 

They'll put on a small show for the ass hat who dared tried to swoop you up,  Makki starts to raise your sexy little dress and Matsukawa begins to mark your neck. 

After the guy hastily makes his way out of the bar -stumbling in the process- Matsu and Makki push you in the men's restroom to have some fun with you. 

Osamu and Atsumu will share you for about a year or two before Atsumu breaks down and forces you on the spot to pick one of them. 

You didn't ever see yourself being in such a  predicament, but here you were… stuck between the Miya twins as they fight over who gets to date you. 

Atsumu is the one who grabs you by your arm and pins you to his chest, his other hand running through your hair "(y/n) knows who the better choice is!"

Osamu is next to grab you by your arm and yank you to his own chest, "Do ya feel threatened by ya much better lookin twin!!"

Atsumu was furious and in a blind rage he thought what he was saying was the best thing "HOW BOUT WE SHARE HER THEN!" 

His plan was to prove to you he was the better twin…

Its not all the time, but now and then they will both tag team you and spit roast you.

Atsumu isn't a fan of sharing -even though this was his idea…  he's an idiot-.

Osamu isn't really a fan of it either. Samu however won't ever admit it… but he loves to smirk at his brother devilishly when pounding into your tight cunt. Making you scream his name and moan in pure bliss. He knows he's bigger than Atsumu and it makes him cum ten times harder knowing he can please you and reach deeper than his twin. 

Thus what starts to claw at Atsumu. He knows he knows much better tricks and moves in bed but the way you moan for Osamu is different.

Samu hates it when he's trying to sleep and Atsumu has you caged underneath him, pounding you raw and making you scream as he bites down on your neck. Osamu likes a sleep schedule and Atsumu loves fucking it up with your help.

There are decent days where they do actually enjoy sharing you. 

Osamu will make you your favorite for lunch and Atsumu will have you in his lap while you and him both eat samu's delicious meal. It makes Osamu smile tenderly, watching both you and his twin enjoy his food. 

Atsumu enjoys walking in on you and Samu playing video games, his twin laying atop of you lazily while smashing the B button. It makes Atsumu want to jump on the two of you, so he does :). 

Nights like those usually end with all three of you curled up. Osamu with half his body on you and Atsumu wrapping himself around your other half. Or you'll be snuggled into Osamu’s back and Atsumu will be spooning you. They don't admit it until it's the end of the relationship, but they both really liked sleeping like that. 

Both keep an eye on you when out in public and to be honest no one ever tries to mess with you when they're around, it's nice.

About a year and a half goes by and Atsumu is starting to make it big, more girls are trying to get him in their bed and he hates it. He wants you and only you. He wants a family. 

Osamu is starting to feel similar feelings, he wants a child to feed his food to, he wants you to himself in his own bed and he wants you to work at his restaurant with him…

You're all having dinner when Atsumu aggressively slams him utensils down and stands up dramatically, "Ya gotta pick (y/n), me or him." Both him and Samu's heads are hanging low… one of their hearts were about to shatter, they just hoped it wasn't theirs. 

You were originally JUST Tendou's girlfriend. He doesn't share, and you sure as hell didn't want some grimey girl to put their hands on him. 

But, things change and now Ushijima is on top of you pounding into you as if you were going to be his last lay. His cock slamming into your cervix as you cry fresh tears. 

Ushijima looks up at Tendou who is now caressing your cheek, wiping away your tears, "its okay, she's enjoying it.  My little bunny is just really sensitive and is trying to hold back her climax." 

Ushijima has never had a girlfriend before and he never really was interested in one until he met you. He was jealous of you and Tendou and eventually his guessing best friend caught on. 

Tendou is the one who offered Ushijima to join in the next time you and him had sex,  that it would only be a one time thing. But that one time turned into another time and then a third time until finally it was just a normal thing.

Now you have two tall men in your life who want nothing more than to please you and make you happy. 

When they're both out at the mall or grabbing groceries they'll both either find a small pin for you or some small trinket and bring it home for you. Or if they're at the grocery store they will both pick out a treat specially for you.

Ushijima sometimes doesn't know what to pickout for you though so Tendou will walk up to him smiling and help, "no no, this one! She'll like these the most!"

They both enjoy curling up with you on the couch to watch movies and fall asleep. Ushi and Tendou are big babies and it always makes you giggle when they both fall asleep on you.

Bedtime is HOT, and not as in sexy hot but sweaty hot. My god both these beast put out a lot heat and as much as you try you can never roll away from them. If its not Tendou pulling you back to them its Ushi wrapping his strong arm around you so you can't move. 

Best to sleep naked or in your undies babe.

~ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝔀𝓲 𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸

[allegra-writes]

"The Game"

Tom Holland x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink.

Golf is boring. You wanna play something else...

"Swinging on the front porch, swinging on the floor.

Swinging where we want, cause there ain't nobody home..."

Cherry Pie - Warrant

He should have known it was a trap. He should have known it from the very first minute. This was punishment, plain and simple punishment. Unusually cruel punishment. He didn't even know why he was so surprised, in fact, he should have seen it coming a mile away. After all, you were about as subtle as a train wreck. And that was exactly how you had hitted him. 

You had always despised golf, said it was snobbish and boring. But he always invited you to tag along just in case, because sharing one of his favorite activities with his favorite girl? That sounded almost like paradise to him. That was probably the reason why that morning, when you had jumped at the chance to join him at the country club, he hadn't suspected a thing.

Oh, how naive he was. How trusting of him. Because now, he had to play 18 while trying to conceal a throbbing, almost painful erection, watching you prance around wearing that. It was ridiculous. It was silly. It was cliche.

It was driving him completely insane.

Your little ensemble was straight out of some soft-porn movie set, he was sure of it: Keds, knee high socks… and a criminally short pleated skirt, especially designed to torture him. You guys weren't even half way through, and he was already about to snap, with his arms enveloping you, hands over yours on the handle of the club, as you bended over just a little, ass pressing against his pelvis just enough to tease him, to remind him how good it felt being buried to the hilt inside your tight, tight heat, the slapping sounds of skin against skin combining with your moans...

One of his hands let go of the club, subconsciously wrapping itself over your hip bone, when you moved, twisting, hips getting away from his. 

"Oh my god! I can't believe it, did you see that?" You turned around to face him, eyes alight with joy at having hit the ball for the first time in your life. 

And for a second, he felt bad. He was probably reading too much into it, chances were you didn't even know what you were doing to him. You were innocent in all that, it wasn't your fault not knowing just how damn irresistible you were, how hard you made him just by standing close to him…

Until he noticed the outline of your nipples under your white t-shirt, made almost see through under the bright sunlight. His eyes squinted in suspicion.

"Are you wearing any underwear?" He blurted out, cheeks immediately turning red, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. But there was no one around, not many people playing on a wednesday morning. In fact, you had the whole course pretty much for your selves.

His cock twitched inside his pants, but he shook himself, squashing the thought before it could take full shape.

You seemed to ignore him, as your face fell.

"I… don't think I was supposed to shoot it that way, though" 

Tom's eyes followed yours, but try as he might, he couldn't find the white dot he was looking for.

"Where the hell did it go?"

"I think it landed behind those bushes" You pointed to the far away patch of hydrangeas on the other side of the field. He couldn't help the snort that left his mouth,

"Yeah, that's not even close to where it should be!"

"Hey! Don't laugh at me"

"I mean, at least we know you have a strong swing" He let out between laughs

You rolled your eyes,

"Be gentle with me, this is my first time" 

The laughter died in his throat like you knew it would, as the innuendo hit him, eyes darkening as they roved over your body once again. You had to know what you were doing... 

You turned around so he couldn't see your smirk, as you started walking in big strides in the direction of the bushes, leaving him to struggle to follow you, carrying the bag full of clubs. 

It wasn't a bad sight, he had to admit, watching you walk ahead of him, your skirt bouncing with your movements, hips swaying gently from side to side. And it was even better as you reached the tall plants, parting the branches trying to see past them, bending over once again, your short skirt riding up your thighs, higher, and higher. He gulped, what little blood was left in his brain rushing south, as he saw the cleft where the round globes of your ass met your legs. You climbed on your tiptoes, and he choked on a groan: just a little bit more and the answer to whether you had or not any underwear on would be right before his eyes, literally…

"Found it!" You called out, victorious, falling to your heels again, walking around the lilac flowers, disappearing from sight, heedless to his disappointment. 

He knew it was a bad idea, as he trailed after you, like in a trance. But there you were, waiting for him behind the tall wall of bushes hiding you both from sight from every angle, mischievous glint in your eye.

The ball was nowhere to be found, and he finally understood.

Your stomach made a flip as Tom tugged at his glove with his teeth, discarding it on the green grass, his whole demeanor changing before your eyes, jaw squaring, eyes hardening, movements slow and measured as he circled you like a tiger stalking his prey. 

"You dirty little liar" He accused, watching the corners of your mouth twitch, trying to hide your satisfied smile, but it was useless: you looked every bit like the cat that got the cream. Well, he knew of another thing that looked great dripping down your chin…

"You think you're real clever, don't you? Really sneaky, teasing me all morning with this little outfit," He let his now naked hand trace your nipples, already hard under the fabric of your tee, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. He was right, you hadn't bothered with a bra, "making me hard with your little touches and smart mouthed comments…"

"Golf is boring" You shrugged, "I wanna play something else" 

He stepped back, away from you, leaving you feeling cold without his heat, despite the bright sunshine. 

"Too bad, baby girl, I'm done with games" His eyes were steel as he commanded, "Show me"

"Show you what?" You looked at him through your eyelashes, you knew how much he liked it when you played coy. But this time, he had told you the truth, the games were over.

"You know bloody well what" His south London accent was always heavy when his patience was wearing thin, "lift that little skirt and show me what's mine" 

You obeyed, and this time, he did groan, the wet patch on the simple white cotton of your thong almost better than his fantasies of your bare skin. 

He fell to his knees on the grass. God, he was so whipped! His plan had been to have you kneeling in front of him, choking on his cock as he fucked your mouth so deep and hard that tears would stream down your face. He would release himself down your throat, leaving you begging for his softening cock, his fingers, his tongue, his freaking golf club, anything to fill your empty little cunt. But of course all of that flew out the window the second he actually saw that pretty pussy through your panties, made almost transparent with your desire for him, the fabric clinging to every curve, every little detail clear for him to admire.

"Come here, baby girl" His tone was much softer as he spoke, "let daddy have a little taste" 

You did as you were told, never stopping to hold your skirt up high for him. Tom nuzzled the cotton, breathing you in before hooking one finger on the damp fabric, tugging gently to the side to reveal your most secret spot to him. He let his tongue poke out, placing kitten licks against your clit, eyes rising to meet your face. Your own were closed already, little frown between your eyebrows, as if the tiny shocks of pleasure coursing through your body confused you. So expressive. So responsive. 

How could he ever stay mad at you when you were so fucking perfect? It only took one taste of you to melt whatever was left of his anger, as he marveled of the angel whining so prettily above him, delicate fingers digging into his shoulders to support herself as her legs shook for him. It never failed to amaze him, to blow his mind. It had always been like that, he had put you up on a pedestal long before you had started dating. 

But now, he wanted to lay you down, and spread you open under the sun. 

He tsked at your huff as his tongue left you.

"No, baby, you don't get to complain today. You've been a very bad girl, so now," He helped you down onto your back on the grass, making quick work of your panties. Taking a hold of your ankles, he hooked them over his shoulders, aligning himself with your dripping center, "you're going to take my cock like a good girl" 

With that, he let his head breach you, entering you slowly, so slowly. Savoring every second, sliding in inch by inch, making you feel every millimeter of his thick, thick length as he buried it into your sweet pussy, stretching you to the limits of pleasure. He had you fold almost in half, as his pelvis finally met yours. You sighed, you had thought he would burst through your ovaries before he was completely seated inside you.

"Can you feel me, babygirl? Feel how deep I am?" 

You nodded, unable to form words. He relented, only a couple of inches, before surging back in. 

"Feel me stretching your tight little cunt? Fuck, it feels so snug…"

He drew back again, snapping back against you harder, making you cry out,

"Yes!"

"Only I can fill you like this" He breathed, in and out again, and again. And again, establishing a harsh rhythm, "This pussy belongs to me…" 

"Yes, daddy" You sobbed, obediently. By now you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He tugged at your t-shirt, sneaking his hand under it, massaging your breast. 

"These pretty tits are mine…"

It was hard to concentrate with him railing you into the ground, fast, brutal. Making sure the base of his cock dragged against your clit just right with every thrust.

"Yours, daddy" You managed, somehow, earning yourself a smile. If wolves could really smile at lambs before gobbling them right up...

He leaned forwards, bracing himself on one arm, the other travelling from your chest, to your neck. To your jaw. His tumb caressed your lower lip, and you opened up to him. Two of his fingers slid inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, you sucked them eagerly, hollowing your cheeks just the way he liked. 

"My princess… so pretty with your mouth full" Tom praised, hips never stopping, plunging his cock into you as far as it would go, over and over again, "wanna fuck your beautiful face… but this pussy�� feels too good"

You sobbed around his fingers.

"So good… won't let me go… a slave" His thrusts were becoming messy. Erratic. Tom took his fingers out of your mouth to flick your clit with them.

"No, Tommy! Too much…" You cried, pushing at his hand, overstimulated. But he wouldn't budge. 

"Don't care. You're gonna take it" He growled, but sweetly kissed away your tears. He needed you to come, fast. Because there was no way he was lasting much longer, and you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop anyway. 

"Fuck… yeah, just like that" he could feel you tensing around him. You were almost there, and he was right behind you, "so good… gonna come, baby girl. Gonna come inside you…" 

You shook your head, too delirious to express it with words, but he knew. You didn't like feeling dirty, didn't like the smell. But he fucking loved it. 

"Oh yeah… gonna fill you up… and you're not getting those panties back" His smirk was devilish, filthy. And you were sure that, even without his cock jackhammering into you, you could have come from that look alone. "Gonna see myself dripping down your thighs as you walk…"

His movements were downright sloppy now, as his words edged himself as much as they were edging you.

"Gonna have you sit in the car just like that… ruin your fucking little skirt… OH, FUCK" 

You felt his cock swell, pumping his seed inside your loins. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming, as his climax unleashed your own. Still, he kept moving,

"Gonna put your mouth around me while I drive…" There was no way the morning was ending without him having your mouth.

"Tom…" You could feel him begin to soften inside you, but he still wouldn't stop.

"Shhh, baby girl. Wanna make a mess…"

The end.

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