#anyway i could tell it was gonna suck ass the first 30 minutes and i still watched it suck for 12.5 hours 🥰 and i still had a good time 🥰

[themanwhowouldbefruit]

its crazy how you can watch something at 14yo and think its great but. it actually sucks ass because a 14yos brain is like a slab of ham.

[kisskissbanggang]

jeong jaehyun, you absolute idiot! if my dad’s assistant had walked in any earlier, my ass would be completely cut off! hooking up with you is getting more and more difficult. i might have to start fucking my actual fiancé���hope you didn’t break your face on the way down btw. it’s the only thing you’ve got that makes me wanna keep you around. IM KIDDING! this whole situation is shit. why’d our parents have to hate each other? mark’s family is great. he’s an angel, and both the companies will benefit greatly. would never seeing you again make it easier? lots to think about. sleep well, loser.

(i imaged this being a text message sent at 2 a.m)

[AHHHHHHHHH 💗 Jeong Jaehyun x Fem Reader - Femdom, Guided Masturbation, Phone Sex]

Jaehyun wasn't sleeping anyway when his phone buzzed with your message. In fact, he was still icing his chin from where it hit the desk in his mad dash to hide in the coat closet inside your office. How were you supposed to know your father's assistant was always in your business? Jaehyun only came when called, because unlike you, he was being careful to not raise any suspicion.

At least, that's what he was telling himself.

He did have to admit he wouldn't come if he didn't want it. Jaehyun had everything he wanted and more... Except for you. And he could never shake that, not ever since that first kiss you stole from him. He was wrapped around your finger ever since.

Jaehyun fought the urge to call you. That wasn't how this worked. You called, he came. Instead, he compromised. He pulled up the locked folder on his phone. Every lurid photo, every lewd voice message you teased him with, it was all in here. The time you tied him up and filmed it? It was in here. Jaehyun gave up on icing his chin. He breathed hot into his palm to warm it up and was already touching himself when you called. He almost threw the goddamn phone.

"Hello?" he warily answered.

"You didn't respond," you pouted into the phone.

"It's 2AM," complained Jaehyun.

"No," you whined, "it's 2:30."

Oh fuck, Jaehyun realized. He'd been jerking off to your pics for 30 minutes.

"Where's Mark?" he rudely shot back.

"He's out," you nonchalantly chirped into the phone.

"So you're roping me into your boredom?"

"Such an eager slut," you mewled into the phone. "I'm not hooking up with you tonight."

"We didn't finish earlier!"

"I did," you corrected. "Sucks for you."

Jaehyun berated his dick for getting hard at the belittling he was receiving. "I can not wait for you to get married and leave me the fuck alone."

"Is that gonna stop me?" you laughed. "Is it gonna stop you? I could ask you to come fuck me in front of Mark and you'd say yes."

Jaehyun was quiet, but you heard the faintest moan on his end. You pounced immediately.

"God," you scrunched your nose into the phone, "are you touching yourself? Gross."

"No," he stiffly lied, "I'm working out."

"At 2:30 in the morning?" you teased. "You can admit it. You're picturing something nasty, just the way you like it."

Jaehyun's breath hitched.

"I can't leave you alone, idiot," you simpered, "you're too fun to keep around. Who else is going to make me cum? Mark can make me money and that's it."

"I'll do that for you," Jaehyun immediately answered. His voice was breathy, strained. "You know I'll always do that for you."

"What a loser," you cooed. "No resolve at all. You just wanna make your baby cum all day."

"All fucking day," he groaned into the phone.

"And you'd never care if you don't cum," you praised.

"Never," he confirmed. "Only you."

"How about now?" you asked innocently.

"What?"

"How about I let you cum right now?"

Jaehyun nearly choked on the other end of the line. "Tell me," he begged. "Let me."

"Cum, baby," you sweetly directed into the phone.

There was a shivered gasp on the other end of the line, followed by a thick groan and a string of curses.

"Did my dummy make a mess?" you giggled.

Jaehyun sighed. "Yes, baby."

"Send me a picture," you ordered. "I love you."

"I know, baby," he grumbled.

Jaehyun hung up. Just once, you wished he'd say it back.

[kobblefort]

Blackfaint: Rat World Forever

This is what happens when I click on the "PETITIONS" button, which no doubt is alerting me that the newly established farmers' guild wants a hall. I don't think your average player of the greatest simulation game of all time Dwarf Fortress is ever going to see this. It's kind of cursed, but it's kind of magical. I can't dismiss it, which will drive me crazy since it does that little "shimmering" animation. I suppose I'll just have to assume that making the guild hall nice enough will make it stop. I don't know, I'm not in a hurry to please them. Now if there was a herbalists' guild, though? Those are the guys holding it down.

Another strange mood takes another rat straight to the clothier's shop that made Eeteek go berserk and start the fight that ended in their death. I suppose Vatekeek Learnedmaligns thinks it will be fine for him which in my opinion is the proper rat world attitude.

Also, things were going too well for a minute there, so here come 9 lesser rodent people. I was telling this to someone earlier but I think that rats are pretty cool in real life. Rats are like dogs stuck in rodent bodies basically. But mice are horrible little skittering creeps that will randomly run out from the walls just to die in the middle of your fucking floor like oh do you mind if I randomly die here, if I just roll over and die in the middle of your fucking floor, well I'm going to do it if that's alright, actually me and my 100 little cousins thought it would be cool to just scamper around as fast as possible at 3 AM and then randomly suddenly die, there's no way to get us out besides doing chemical warfare on yourself, blame yourself for living in a garage even though it wasn't your idea and you didn't want to do it. So basically mice fucking suck and the rodent men, naturally, are mice, compared to us, the superior rats. And we're really gonna need to figure out a way to make sure they end up dead on the floor. Which should be totally doab

This sucks man

I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. The violence is fast and extreme and really fucking bad and we don't have nearly enough graves to start burying everyone. The only people who can really fight are the miners, and the mouse people brought actual steel spears this time: that's a huge advantage in range and damage. We're down to 13 rats. Considering I was thinking that we would actually get to 50 and then maybe that would let our rats elect a mayor of some sort which would maybe let me use the Nobles & Administrator screen and its myriad functions, this is a pretty fucking shitty result. I guess worrying about the surface first was the wrong move but honestly it was a blind 50/50 anyway. It might be worth it to just say fuck it and lock off the caverns for a while. There's no way with this few rats that we could easily set up any kind of bulwark, we still have 100-something food, I don't know I'm kinda just feeling pretty gutted over how fast things went to shit like from okay to terrible in an instant, I know I just did that "rat world forever" bit like 30 seconds ago in your time and 30 minutes ago in mine but yeah I'm not feeling it.

This fucking asshole pays me back for being nice and refusing to Cask of Amontillado his ass by flipping out and dragging our population down to 10 so far, maybe more. Even with a copper pick splitting his leg open he still crawls along trying to fight anyone who gets near. He struggles on and on until finally an herbalist Ch'tk Sinscaly who's tired of this shit walks over and strangles him to death.

Wow, I wonder why. Next fortress, workshops are DEFINITELY going to be set up for easy cask-of-amontillado'ing.

This asshole is here now. I don't know. The caverns are already sealed off, so who cares. I've never seen something break through sealed doors, but now I definitely am not going to unseal them. It kills the last few mice in a matter of seconds and then sets about lazing around right by the entrance to the cavern to make sure we never go back in there again.

Yeah come on in guys don't mind the other 10 notifications. Sure we can host some fucking elf poets and shit. Whatever. Is one of you naked? Lol, cool.

Oh yeah don't mind all the bloody fucking warm corpses starting to stink on the ground. Yeah this guy failed to Express Himself so he went around killing people. You get it. Right. Sorry we don't have time to watch you fucking dance or whatever we have to feed and water the grievously injured. But yeah stay as long as you like. Actually you know what though try not to eat too much. Just gonna say it we're not gonna have this food forever.

No Thicivi I don't think it is and you might not actually be a very adequate observer.

This shit happens downstairs which sucks. RIP our first forgotten beast I guess. Gotta watch out for those steel spears man. They're bullshit.

The bodies are just sitting on the floor because we're using the empty tombs for people whose remains we can't recover. I just had an idea, because I hate the caverns now and want all mouse people to suffer. What if we just drowned them. Right? Hear me out. It's a pretty common and kind of grim trap in the real world to drown mice by making them take bait in the middle of a bucket on a thing they fall off of into the bucket. Well what if we brought the bucket to them? And by which I mean dug a bunch more aquifer taps that led straight down into the cavern layer and just flooded it to hell? I think it could be funny. If we were always doomed to never make it here then why not do something fucked up like that.

Look at this face in the cistern. It's like an omen. I didn't make it on purpose but now it's here. Telling me "this is a place of great suffering." And you know what my reaction to that information is? Yeah I hope there's more.

So here it is. An absolute mess of exposed aquifer surface area, leading to little narrow high-pressure tunnels that terminate with one little spigot into the caverns.

And it's working. It's working fast. Yes, I used DFhack to speed it along - two injured miners were not about to hustle on it and I wanted to see it start happening already.

Maybe this was just a party that got out of hand. You know? Maybe this was just a shitty idea. Leaving the warband to settle down? Fuck that. Other people make fortresses. Ratfolk take them. This was never a fortress. This was just a big bucket to drown a bunch of stupid fucking mice in.

The ten of us left can head back to Malignreasons, wherever she's camped now, apologize for our stupid little excursion, take the flogging we're given and go back to doing what ratfolk are really supposed to do. None of our original seven have even survived, besides K'keek Vicescourge, after all - with their untimely deaths they left all the shame and humiliation for us. Rat world was pretty cool for a second there, it really was, but it's time for us to get back to our real lives. Real rat lives.

You can see there in the center, the rodent men scrambling for high ground as the water comes up to their knees. Their home ruined, some of them washed away to be drowned in their cages. Of course it's inhumane, but was the way they jammed us with spears and chopped us with axes humane? Besides, humane? News flash, we're fucking rats!!

Everyone starts filing out. Some head back toward the warband, some just head whereever their feet take them. Everyone but K'keek Vicescourge, who spends a bit more time here. Carving stone coffins that will never actually be filled. The guests just stand in the sad, empty dining hall, completely dumbfounded. And K'keek starts on one last project.

With a ghost at her back, in the worst mood of her life, but still compelled to carve it and place it. The first statue ever made at Blackfaint. And the last one. The only one.

She's ready to go now.

Rat world sucks.

Rat world forever.

[oniifans]

Lunch Money: Bully! Eren Jeager x Female Reader

Summary: High School AU where Eren is a bully and bullies the reader for lunch money. Yes, I know - I am aware that this is a corny ass idea, but the oral got me thinking goofy, and I still wanted to give you guys something. Anyway, enjoy my toxic, asshole Eren. ♥ Read tags first, thanks. ♥ Kinks Include: CW: Dubcon, Asshole Eren, Dirty Talking, Small Breath Play, Oral (Reader giving) Bathroom Oral, Deepthroat, Facial, & Forced Swallowing.

“I thought you said you’d bring it to me today, and now you’re backing out?” Eren sneered, staring down at you. You puffed out your chest towards him, “Listen Jeager, I barely can afford buying myself food for lunch. Besides, why couldn’t you bully someone else other than me, huh? Why don’t you ask your girlfriend for money??” His eyes widened as he took a step towards you, “Don’t drag her into this you-” “-Bitch? Yeah, it’s gonna take more than that for you to get under my skin at this fucking point. I’m telling the teacher about this. I’m done with you.” As you turned to head out of the bathroom, a firm hand grabbed at your wrist and yanked you back. You yelp, only to have Eren’s hand clap against your mouth as his lips brushed up against your ear. “But I’m not done with you.” He whispered. Eren pulled you away from the entrance door, your only way to freedom. The brunette dragged you to the last bathroom stall, shoving you through the door. You fell to the dirty floor, scrambling to the farthest corner as Eren closed the door behind him, locking it. You looked up at him, a scowl etching your face as he took a couple of steps to you. He wore a white shirt, black leather jacket, dirty-looking jeans, and black Converse that were stained with dirt and grass. You were in your school uniform; green plaid skirt, white blouse, black knee high socks and black tennis shoes. “YN,” Eren began as he stood now a few feet away from you, “you’re not leaving until I get my fucking payment. Otherwise, you have another choice.” You raised an eyebrow, “And that is?” His hands grabbed at the waistband of his jeans, his eyes darkening at his next proposal with a smirk, “Sucking me off.” You were taken back before scoffing and shaking your head, “What a stupid idea. What about Mikasa?” “What about her?” “What if she finds out?” “She won’t.” “Oh yeah?” “I’ll make fucking sure that she won’t know. I know where you live, YN. It’s not that hard to shut you up. I’ll make your life a living hell if you decide to open your mouth and tell everyone what happened here.” You swallowed nervously. He wasn’t kidding. Those eyes held malice, and he was true to his word. You knew that. You heard the rumors of him taking care of those certain individuals who would even say a single word that was against him. “So, what will it be, YN? Cough up the money or give me head?” Eren asked, his hands still at the waistband of his jeans. You clenched your jaw. You needed the money for lunch today. Might as well just suck it up for a few minutes. Maybe you could find out easily how much stamina Eren really had since he bragged about it all the time. Heh, maybe he’ll get a new nickname that you can slap on him. Mr. 30 Seconds.

“Well? I’m waiting.” You blinked up, staring into his eyes. You smirked, “Fine. I’ll suck you off. You’re not getting a fucking penny from me.” You replied, getting on your knees in front of him, “Besides, maybe I’ll finally know how much you actually last, Mr. 30 Seconds.” He raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Is that so?” “Yeah, when I’m done with you.” You can tell that challenging him pissed him off as he reached over to move his hair into a loose bun. His fingers reached over to unbutton and unzip his pants as he pulled out his stiff cock. It was girthy to say the least as you sat up to line your lips with the tip. Your eyes met with his as you leaned in to give it a lick. He gritted his teeth, “If you’re just doing that to stall, I’ll fuck your throat and leave you here.” You rolled your eyes before suddenly enveloping your lips around the tip. He let out a shuddered sigh, rolling his head back a bit as he felt your mouth. You teased him as you pushed your mouth further down his cock, only to have your lips meet at his well-trimmed base. Eren’s hands met with the back of your head, suddenly forcing you there as he shallowly humped your face. “Keep it right there, right fucking there!” He hissed, groaning as the sounds of you choking on his cock was like a symphony to his ears. Wads of spit escaped your lips, caking his cock. Your eyes were watering, threatening to fall as tears while your hands met with the cold metal touch of the bathroom door. Eren released you, a throaty groan escaping his lips as you reeled back, gasping for air. “Too bad you didn’t make me cum yet, YN,” He sneered, “although your mouth is useful for more than just talking.” You shot him a glare as you moved back towards his cock. Your eyes fell to it. It was girthy, cut with a rosy pink tip and curved just right to hit every spot with every thrust. His balls were heavy, hung and hot. You swallowed your pride as you took his cock into your mouth again, only this time you reached over to tug his pants down further, releasing his balls. Your hands reached over to cup them gently, massaging them as you started to bob your head up and down on his shaft. Eren shivered, sucking in a breath as he felt your gentle grasp on his glands. He took a mental note to have Mikasa try this next time they were together. His back pressed against the bathroom door, low pants escaping his dry lips. “Fuck…fuuuck…” He cursed, closing his eyes once more as he enjoyed himself. Your tongue swiped at the hot flesh, rubbing at a thick vein that ran under his cock. His legs nearly gave out but he kept it together. His hands met with your hair, taking a handful as he started to thrust into your mouth once more. He loved hearing you gag on his cock. He could feel himself about to cum. Should he make you swallow his cum? Shower your cute face with a facial? “YN!” Eren jolted as he suddenly reached down to keep your head in place, his fingers reaching down to plug your nose and you didn’t dare move. “YN? Are you here?” asked a voice as a series of footsteps walked to the first few stalls. You couldn’t tell who it was. You couldn’t think about that now as your lungs were practically on fire, eyes looked up at Eren. Tears rolled down your face as you were fighting to be kept alive. Eren stared down at you, a smirk pulling at his lips as he decided to take the moment to enjoy the view. You were on your knees, mascara staining your cheeks, your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, neck bulging out with it, face turning red, and completely vulnerable under him. “Damn it, maybe she’s at the library, I guess I’ll just wait for her there!” replied the voice as the footsteps were now far away and outside of the door.

As the door closed, Eren quickly pulled his fingers off of your nose. He snapped his hips, pistoning them against your mouth. “Not fucking done with you yet. You fucking almost made me cum, bitch. But I’m gonna make you swallow each fucking drop.” He hissed, his heavy balls slapping against your chin.

You thought that you were going to die on his cock as he continued to have his way with you. Your hands smacked against his thighs before you forcefully pulled your mouth away, gasping for air. “Bitches like you don’t deserve to breathe. I’m almost done, put that whore mouth of yours back on my cock like a good girl.” Eren warned, one hand down to his wet cock as he stroked up and down, the other hand on top of your head. You opened your mouth, tongue out as Eren started to fuck your face relentessly once more. He growled under his breath, the familiar warm feeling starting to grow in his groin. He needed to cum. And quickly before Mikasa was going to try and find him. The brunette groaned as he pulled his cock away, quickly fisting it as thick white ropes spurted out on you. You closed your eyes, feeling the hot cum decorating your face and school uniform, twitching as he continued to fist his cock, soon then shoving it back in her mouth. “Take it, take it all and don’t spill a fucking drop.” He warned, feeling your tongue swipe and collect his cum. You obeyed his command, swallowing each drop. It was worse than the last, but you didn’t dare speak against him. “Now, you listen to me, and listen well, YN,” Eren huffed, smacking his cock on your lips, “if this becomes a regular thing between you and I, I’ll make sure it happens. And you better not tell a single soul about this,” He smacked his wet cock against your cheek, a dribble of spit stained your skin, “You got that?” You winced at the gross feeling, nodding slowly, “Yes Eren.” You replied defeatedly.

Parts 2 & 3 below!

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Acrylics | Headcanon

Requested? Nope

Warnings? None

CC's Included? Corpse Husband, Dream, Awesamdude, Wilbur Soot, Sapnap, BoomerNA, Punz, Quackity, Karl Jacobs

Word Count: 1,730

My first ever set of headcanons! Pls feel free to tell me if they suck or if you want more!! My requests are always open :)

Corpse

-you’ve had earrings for years now and didn’t think acrylics would mess you up

-you were definitely wrong

-you suddenly became notorious for dropping earring backs, losing them in the carpet, and fumbling around for minutes at a time

-corpse had noticed you had started to take longer and longer getting ready

-he knew you loved changing your earrings, matching them to your outfit, and making a whole outfit out of it

-and yet one morning you two were actually headed out to get breakfast together

-when you were taking a while he decides to check on you and see if you’re okay

-he walks into the room, watching you pout in frustration as you tried again to put in your earrings

-he can’t help the small smile on his lips that occurs, watching as you tried over and over to put the jewelry in your ear

-he walks over, placing his hands on your shoulders until they fall down over your hands

-“let me help”

-he takes the earrings out of your hands, nudging you to turn in his grip

-he brushes your hair back before focusing intently on putting the earring in

-he’s scared about hurting you but you’re too busy focusing on the butterflies in your stomach to even notice

-he fastens the earrings with ease and without a second thought he presses a kiss to your forehead before telling you to turn and look in the mirror and see if it’s okay

-you’re practically glowing and that alone make corpse smile

-from now on he puts your earrings in for you

Dream

-the minute you got your nails done you realized what a struggle opening cans was going to be

-you loved Redbull and soda and pretty much anything that came into a can so you were definitely struggling

-dream watches as you leverage the can tab with a knife and pop it open that way, an adoring smile on his lips

-he watches you do this for a while, finding the action absolutely adorable for whatever reason

-one day you head to the fridge and grab a can of Redbull and Dream takes it out of your hands instantly

-he pops it open without a word and hands it back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he walks away

-you stand in the cold air of the fridge for minutes afterward, struck at how such a perfect boy could notice something so minute about you

-he always opens cans for you now

Sam

-having a difficult time typing never even occurred to you when you got your nails done

-you figured you’d either find a way around it or use text to speech if it got really difficult

-and it did get really difficult

-you had a 10-page essay due and the idea of ripping your extremely expensive nails off had crossed your mind more than once

-when you’re on your third page and can’t type one word without a mistake you let out a muted scream before dropping your head onto the desk

-Sam who had been sitting in the room the whole time offers a concerned look

-he makes his way over to you, rubbing your back slowly

-“what’s wrong baby?”

-“these stupid nails keep messing me up,” you whine leaning your head into his chest

-he picks your hand up, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before nudging you out of the seat

-“what are you writing about?” he asks as you plop down onto the floor

-“what?”

-“what are you writing about? I can type it,”

-you swore you were about to get down on one knee and propose to him

-“uhm it’s about the similarities and differences of an older text and a newer text and why it’s fundamental to use both”

-“alright. tell me what I need to write next”

-you spent the next few hours telling Sam your plans and thoughts about the paper while he typed, your heart slamming appreciatively in your chest

Wilbur

-you had done pretty well with your hair after getting your nails done

-brushing it out, pulling it up, even twirling it around your fingers caused no issue and all ease

-however, when you see a TikTok tutorial of a girl pulling her hair up with butterfly clips this is when the trouble starts

-you sat in front of your bedroom mirror, twisting your hair and attempting to clip it in place, and proceeding to drop the clip over and over and over

-the frustration is unreal, and at one point you almost start crying in annoyance

-Wilbur walks into the room clueless and stops in his tracks immediately

-he kneels on the ground behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders

-you lean back into his touch and let it calm you as you drop the clips from your hands

-”what’s wrong my love?” he whispers calmly while pressing kisses to your head

-”I can’t get my hair right,” an unintentional whine coming out of your lips

-Wilbur reaches down to where the clips lay on the ground and gather them up

-”what do you want me to do?”

-you’re practically crying for a whole other reason now

-”i’m just trying to twist my hair up and pin it back” you explain

-wilbur watches you pull the hair back before opening the clip and securing it into place

-he smoothes down the hair as if he’s done it a million times and presses kisses to your head

-he’s the first person you call now when you need help with your hair

Sapnap

-okay you’ve never been great at opening sauce packets before

-but now that you got your nails done it’s downright impossible

-the first time you tried you swore it took you 30 minutes to even get it a little bit open

-so when you and Sap go to Chick fil A and sit down to eat you’re already groaning in annoyance as you pull out the chick fil a sauce packet

-Sap watches with amused eyes and a slight smirk as you struggle even getting the plastic between your fingers

-he grabs it from your hands without a word, tearing it open before placing it back in front of you

-every single time you go to a fast food place now he does it subconsciously whether you have acrylics on or not

-your heart aches a little every time he does it, nothing but love for the sweet boy before you

Boomer

-alright so you’ve never been a huge gamer in life

-sure you played the occasional game when you were younger or when your older brother needed help beating a level but that was about it

-when you met Boomer you realized how little you knew about video games, specifically minecraft

-while you never played the game you listened to Boomer tell you all about it and explain

-however when he started playing Halo in his free time that’s when you became interested

-your dad used to play the game 24/7 when you were younger, beating it a multitude of times on the old PC in the computer room

-and when he saw your interest piqued, he knew he had to teach you how to play valorant

-similar shooting games, right?

-you sat on his lap, his hands on top of yours as you try to work around having the longest fingernails ever and learn a new game

-you swear instead of you actually playing Boomer was doing all of the work

-it made your heart happy anyway

-you joked with him that when the fingernails come off you’ll beat his ass in valorant

-”Whatever you say my love” he assures pressing a kiss to your shoulder

Punz

-okay but opening jars normally is hard

-how the fuck were you supposed to open them with long ass fingernails on??

-you did probably the most ridiculous tips and tricks from TikTok to try and loosen the top of the jar

-nothing worked

-punz watched you amused day in and day out whenever you tried to open any jars

-some days he even let the jar loosen before hiding it back again and watching as you cheer excitedly, opening it on the first try

-one day you’re having a particularly hard time opening a jar, going as far as cursing in frustration over the opening

-punz walks over to you, pulling the jar from your hand and popping it open with ease you watch admirably

-you lean up and press a kiss to his cheek and he flushes underneath your touch

-now every time you have a jar you can’t open you’re right by Punz’s side pouting and holding out the food

Quackity

-obviously, Alex has always opened doors for you

-he’s even gone as far as smacking your hand away when you try to open a door for yourself

-and when you get your nails done? Forget about it

-he barely lets you lift a finger, not wanting for you to ruin your brand new manicure

-he’s seen you pull off quite a few nails by missing the door handle and hitting it a bit too hard

-there’s no way he’s gonna make you lose more

-”i’m going to work!” you yell out to Alex as you walk out the door

-he rushes in behind you unexpectedly and out towards your car

-he already has the door opened and is offering a big grin

-you lean up and press a kiss to his lips, your heart surging at the idea that you had gotten the best boyfriend in the world

Karl Jacobs

-kinda like typing, you never thought you’d have an issue writing stuff down with your nails on

-however, this time around you got your nails a little longer than usual and it was a struggle

-as you’re scribbling down a grocery list you mess up practically every other word in sloppy writing

-Karl tilts his head when he tries reading the list and smiles

-”baby let me write the list,” he whines the next time you go shopping

-you tell him everything you need and Karl writes it down in perfect hand writing, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he gets up

-you’ll never not be shocked when he does something so simple but precious

[hanazuma-inactive]

hey can i request something where sero accidentally find out his bf has a praise kink/body worship like whether the bakusquad is just joking around or he’s complimenting him or something but later that night he takes total advantage of that and is just complimenting tf out of him. thank you very muchh

compliments (nsfw) sero x reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: bathroom sex! praise kink, using cum and saliva as lubricant

a/n: christ @jream-23 sorry i could've done your boy so much better :( idk why i had such a hard time writing this one even though i love the concept so much. i'm also sorry if this is too short or if the praise content isn't enough i can not work my brain rn for the life of me

_____

"god y/n, you're so perfect" sero said as he kissed your stomach and thrusted into you.

"h-hanta please, it's embarrassing."

"i can't stop…you're just so perfect, every part of you. your body, your face, and of course that sweet voice of yours."

you and hanta have been together for sometime now. ever since he confessed to you, your lives have been better than ever. sweet remarks here and there, an occasional flirt from your boyfriend and of course bakugou telling you two to get a room and denki getting jealous of you two.

sero was a loving boyfriend, always showering you with compliments. of course you enjoyed hearing them but…maybe a little too much…

due to the fact you never told sero about it during sex he didn't know how much of an effect it had on you whenever he would compliment or praise you. it drived you crazy but you could never find the right time to tell him. sometimes the compliments made you feel loved but sometimes it made you want him. you wanted pto melt in his arms while sero whispered those sweet words in your ears. whilw calling you his, making you his and telling you just how good you feel inside.

just another normal day at school when mr.aizawa for some reason gave the entire class a study block. some of your classmates actually studying, some taking a nap, some on their phones and some straight up left the classroom to train.

you had some work do to but they weren't urgent, all of it was due next week so you decided to take a break and go hangout with your boyfriend. as expected sero wasn't doing his work either so you thought it was alright to go bother him a little.

"hey sero!" you said as you gave sero a small peck on the cheek. "whatcha doing?"

"nothing much handsome." he said as he returned the kiss. "just reading this new manga i found how bout you?"

"nothing much, i didn't want to do my work so i came over."

sero understood what you meant by that so he grabbed a chair and gestured you to sit down on it. he pulled you closer to him and made you lean on his hand as he held your hands.

"you're so perfect everywhere." the black haired male said while stroking your hair.

"t-thanks." you said while blushing.

there it is again, the casual compliments that make you go crazy. sero giggled a little and gave you a kiss on your forehead. feeling embarrassed you shoved your head into sero's chest and clutched onto his uniform.

"aww, you look even cuter when you're embarrassed y/n."

that was pretty much the last straw. hanta's compliments were getting to you and you wanted him right here and then. but you can't do that can you? you were infront of a bunch of people, not to mention all these people you know personally. you didn't want to feel this way but you can't help it. as much as you wanted to stop the tent forming in your pants you couldn't. there was only one way you could save yourself from this situation.

"hanta! i need to g-go to the washroom for a bit i'll be back soon alright?" you said as you pratically sprinted out of the classroom. hanta was left with confusion but didn't think about it too much and just assumed you had to go really bad.

you quickly hid in a bathroom stall and unbuckled your pants. the bulge in your pants was too big to ignore so you had to do something about it before leaving. you took off your boxers and started to stroke your cock slowly with your eyes closed, thinking about your boyfriend. you untied your tie and opened loosened up your uniform a little after a while.

"hanta…it feels good-"

"hey y/n? you alright? you've been gone for a while now."

speak of the devil you heard your boyfriend's voice from the entrance of the bathroom.

"o-oh hey! yah i'm fine just my stomach haha!" you said with a trembling voice.

sero knew you better than that. there was no way you would go to the washroom for that long, even if you did have a stomachache you should've been done by now. he had a slight feeling of what's going on and used his quirk to stick to the ceiling and took a peak into the stall from above.

you and hanta met eye to eye and his face immediately turned to a deep shade of red. seeing you all vulnerable like that, dick out and chest exposed turned him on to the max. next second you know sero lost his grip of the tape and fell into stall that you were just jacking off in.

"s-sero! oh my god- are you alright."

"ouch… yah i'm alright but you don't look so alright there huh?" sero said with a smirk.

since sero caught you anyways you might as well be honest with him right? you grabbed onto sero's arm and looked down so you wouldn't have to face him while saying it.

"sero this was…all because of your compliments, everytime you compliment me during class or anywhere, it makes me feel so...y'know? everytime, right after you say it i want you in me, telling me the same things you said but in a different manner."

sero finally understood the reason to your reactions everytime he compliments and he was glad you were being honest with him.

"well, we still have 30 minutes till class begins again. if you want, we could…" sero said as he held your head up and stared straight at you.

you couldn't believe that your boyfriend was offering you something like this. it wasn't an ideal time or place to do it but due to your current "situation" you agreed to it.

next thing you know sero kneeled down on his knees and started to tend to your cock. he first teased the tip that was already leaking previously and soon moved down more and more fitting your entire cock in his mouth.

"my beautiful boy, you taste delicious down here. look at how much your leaking, it was all because of your thoughts about me wasn't it?"

"hanta…i'm getting close."

"cum right in then~ i wanna see how you taste for a change."

you couldn't hold in anymore as hanta continued to suck your dick skillfully, licking everywhere with his tongue. you panted slightly after shooting in your boyfriends mouth.

"damn baby boy, that tastes amazing." sero said after he swallowed all of your seed.

"sero please…put it inside, i want to make you feel good too."

"your wish is my command."

to loosen you up, hanta wiped some of the leftover cum mixed with his spit on your cock onto his finger and put it inside your asshole. his fingers squirmed inside you as you did the same in response. as your moans started to become more consistent, hanta knew you were ready to take his cock. he took his finger out and stood up to unbuckle his belt and take off his pants. his cock was already hard and waiting to be inside you. your eyes become hazy looking at your boyfriends entire length, excited to fit it all in.

"i'm gonna put it in alright y/n?"

"p-please do…"

your boyfriend thrusted into you slowly so it wouldn't hurt too much. his cock slipped right into you due to your ass being loosened already.

"wow… look at that. it went all the way in right away, your so good at taking my cock y/n."

after moving around a hanta started to move his cock. it started slow at first and sped up a little as sero got familiar with his surroundings.

"god y/n, you're so perfect" sero said as he kissed your stomach and thrusted into you.

"h-hanta please, it's embarrassing."

"i can't stop…you're just so perfect, every part of you. your body, your face, and of course that sweet voice of yours."

it was true, you tried holding in your moans and whines because you were scared of other student roaming around in the halls to find out what you two were doing. but you couldn't, hanta's cock felt so good inside you. it may not look like it but he knows exactly where that spot is and just how to pleasure you with it.

"you're taking me so well baby boy. every part of you, so perfect."

"mmghm~"

"i'm getting close y/n, you feel too good inside i can't hold it in anymore."

"m-me too hanta… please cum inside me."

sero didn't say anything in response to that but instead just pushed him self onto you and locked your lips with his as he came inside you.

"we sure made a mess huh." sero said with a little giggle.

"we sure did." you said to sero in response.

"better clean it up and head back to class, or else aizawa's gonna get mad."

both of you laughed as you cleaned up the stall and headed back to class just before next period started.

[mrkcore]

𝐄𝐏 𝟏: 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓 - 𝐥.𝐡𝐜

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lee donghyuck x fem!reader

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: college!au (cs - computer science major haechan, psychology major y/n)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, slight angst

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): suggestive innuendo(s), infidelity, drinking

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k

𝐚/𝐧: the first chapter of the and they were roommates! series :D send in an ask or comment here to be added to the taglist! (sorry for the delay, i have been really unproductive so uh, yeah)

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

you’ve been stuck with haechan for about a month. you’ve successfully avoided him for the majority of the time, he’s still a bit flirty, but he’s been pretty quiet too.

except for when he streams. did he mention that he was a streamer? unfortunately no, you had to find out the hard way.

“haechan, can you fucking tone it down?” you storm into his room after enduring half an hour of his screaming on a thursday night. “i have an essay due tomorrow and it’s 30 percent of my mar-”

you see a professional looking mic, webcam, and another monitor with what seems like comments flowing in constantly on the screen.

“oh…” you trail off taking in all the equipment in front of you as haechan looks up at you.

“oh hey, sorry about that, jeno and renjun were being noobs and i needed to teach them a lesson, chat knows. i’ll keep it down, sorry.” he turns back to his game in front of him, completely unbothered.

“yeah.. uh sorry for barging in, thanks.” you say quickly and dash out his room, hearing the other voices from his headset laugh.

your face is hot, and you feel so embarrassed. 

anyways, lesson learned.

a few days later, you were complaining to your friend about haechan on a zoom call–as usual.

this time, however, she needed to spill the tea about her thoughts.

“ma’am, what is this tension,” she jokes. “i can feel it from miles away.”

“hey!” you snap back. “need i remind you that i have a boyfriend? and haechan? ew no, he gets on my nerves too much for that.”

“oh right, your boyfriend.” she rolls her eyes.  “i think you need to visit him, you’re so uptight all the time, i’m gonna get wrinkles if you keep complaining to me about shit.”

“oh right, restrictions have been slightly lifted, i can probably go visit him.” you remember reading about it in the news.

“yep, go.” your friend sips on her iced coffee and you laugh.

the next day, you go through with your plan to go visit your boyfriend.

all prepped and ready and you were going to walk out the door before you hear haechan coming out his room.

“oh, good morning, i’ll be out for a bit, maybe the whole day.” you say to him.

“good morning.” he yawns. “look at you all dolled up and pretty, where you going?” he smirks as you roll your eyes.

“visiting my boyfriend,” you scowl out. “now if you’ll excuse me, i better get going.”

“oh great, hope you enjoy your time with him.” he smiles and you think he’s going to be nice for once. “don’t forget protection.”

you groan. of course he had to ruin it.

“thanks haechan.” you yell behind you as you walk out the door.

it takes around 1 hour to drive to your boyfriend’s university, and an additional 10 minutes to his apartment, and you’re giddy the whole time. 

you’ve missed human interaction. 

and no, lee haechan does not count. 

you’ve missed the warmth and fuzzy feeling of an embrace, of having someone’s arms around you, protecting you from the outside world. 

you couldn’t wait to get cuddles.

hopefully your boyfriend likes this surprise.

gleefully walking into the building, pressing in the password to his apartment complex. completely missing the creaking coming from his room, but as you entered, you hear the voice of another person, who was definitely not your boyfriend.

you stomp right up to the door, and push it open.

there’s two people in the bed, and your eyes glower at your boyfriend.

“what?” the girl screams, scrambling to cover herself.

“babe?” your boyfriend is frozen on the spot as the girl looks at him as if he just said the most bizarre thing ever.

“babe?” she seems angry now. “you said you were single? what the fuck?”

“yeah, i think he lied to you.” you say coldly. “do you have anything to confess, ‘babe’?”

“you’re a douche, what the fuck.” she gets up and gets dressed. “i’m so sorry, he told me he was available, i would literally never agree to sleep with anyone who’s taken.”

“yeah, it’s okay.” you say, kind of relieved, and the two stare are you like you’re an alien. “at least now i know what type of person i was dating.”

and you turn to walk out.

“wait, babe please.” your ex tries to run after you. “y/n, let me explain.”

“no need to, we’re over.” you turn to say. “you need a ride?” you ask the girl.

“yeah sure.” she says. “don’t call me.”  

“babe please, can we talk this out?”

you couldn’t believe it. you drove 1 hour to see him and he has the audacity to pull this shit and expect you to just easily forgive? nope, lesson learned.

pfft, and he said long distance would work. 

“no we can’t, now if you’ll excuse us, we have somewhere else to be.” you grab the girls arm and walk out the door, slamming it in front of your ex’s face before he can catch up.

“do you have any plans for the rest of today?” you ask the girl after entering your car. she shakes her head while you smile. “great, any bar or night club recommendations you have?”

“uhh, bar then nightclub?” she suggests. 

“i like the way you think.” you giggle. “i’m y/n btw.”

“yina.” she smiles back at you as you pull out of the parking lot. 

a few hours later, and way too many drinks in, you’re at a table with yina, spilling your deepest secrets about your relationship with your ex.

“can you believe he made me wash his socks?” you take a sip before continuing. “and with my hands too!”

“what? that’s disgusting!” she listens to you rant in disbelief.

“yeah, he said that his socks were precious and the washing machine was too harsh on the cotton or some crap.” you snicker as you recall the other stupid stuff he told you. “ah the shit i did for love.”

“men are trash,” yina says. “cheers to that.” and you both down the rest of what’s left of your drink.

fast forward another 2 hours, you’re wasted. absolutely wasted. 

yina held you back a little bit, but its no use. you needed this.

“y/n, it’s like 11 pm, you’re drunk, i’m barely sober, i think we should call someone to come and get us.” yina tries to reason with you while you shake your head.

finally after 10 minutes of bickering, you finally agree.

“here’s my phone, you can call anyone.” you rest your head on your folded hands after handing her your unlocked phone. “anyone but haechan.” you start to doze off. “anyone but haechan…”

“hbbhng” you jolt up, feeling the warmth of your own bed. 

how did you get back home?

groaning, you feel your headache. you feel the vomit coming up your throat as you gag.

you almost fall trying to get out of your covers.

“woah there, be careful.” haechan is suddenly barging into your room, holding onto you so you don’t fall on your face, guiding you to your bathroom.

you’re too nauseous to wonder why he’s even helping you or even bother screaming at him like usual.

he pats your back soothingly as you vomit into the toilet.

“there you go, that’s it. i’ve got you.” he reassures you.

“what are you even doing helping me?” you’ve washed up and downed some water, you’re 100% sober now.

“wow,” haechan chuckles, rolling his eyes. “after saving your ass last night, this is the thank you i get?”

“what do you mean you saved me?” you’re genuinely confused by what he means.

“this yina girl called me from your phone, telling me that you’re blacked out drunk in a nightclub at 11:32 PM, on a saturday. asking me to come and get you.” he says, matter-of-factly. “i call a cab, get to the nightclub, haul your ass out the club, drive yina back home, and then us. where during our commute back, you wake up, start crying, and when we get home, you’re bawling about how your boyfriend cheated and you were a dumbass for thinking he would change. remember now?”

you’re in shock.

yina called haechan? you remember clearly that you told her not to, this is so embarrassing. you even cried about your ex to him? oh dear lord you wanted to crawl back into your room into a deep pit and never come out. 

haechan must’ve noticed your distressed expression because his face turns softer.

“hey hey hey, sorry, that was a bit mean. you just got out of a relationship, that was really inappropriate of me and i do not blame you for wanting to relax a bit.” he tries to comfort you once again. you’re in even more shock by his words. “honestly, me driving you back home, and taking care of you was the least i could do. it would have been so mean if i just left you guys there.”

you wanted to burst out into tears. 

this is the nicest thing you’ve heard in about 6 months.

unfortunately, haechan doesn’t know that.

“oh gosh, jheez, i’m not helping aren’t i.” he’s panicked by your emotional state. “uhm, to make it up to you, i’ll watch one of those scary movies with you?”

your tears instantly are sucked back into your eyes in excitement.

“really?” you ask, just making sure.

“yep, ahaha.” he laughs nervously, but happy to see your mood lighten up.

“you free tonight?” bouncing up and down practically.

“yeah…” haechan is a bit scared. “aren’t you going a bit too fast though, princess? you jut got out of a relationship.”

you gasp and slap him in the arm.

“okay okay! that was a joke. yeah i’m free, i have an essay due, but i’ll be done by 6.” haechan says.

“sounds good!” you b-line for the kitchen, your stomach is completely empty. “see you then haechan!”

oh how haechan regrets his offer.

6 o’clock rolls by, and you choose “the shining” to watch with haechan. anticipating the terror it would bring him. 

and you were right.

every jumpscare, even the smallest sounds, haechan would screech in fright. the last straw for him was the knock on your door.

“AHHHH!” he screams, almost knocking the popcorn out of your hands.

“calm down, dude.” you say, standing up to open the door.

to the unfortunate sight of your ex.

“y/n?” he says, softly.

“what are you doing here? how did you find out where i lived?” you were very sure you never gave him your dorm address.

“your friend gave it to me,” the eye bags he has are very evident. “listen, can we talk?”

“no?” haechan suddenly butts into the conversation. “you literally cheated on her, she doesn’t owe you anything.”

“who are you? her rebound?” your ex frowns. 

“her roommate, and if you even bothered to keep up with y/n, you’d know.” haechan returns the frown.

“it’s between me and y/n, you have no business telling us what to do.” your ex is getting more aggressive now.

“that’s funny, i was the one who was called to drive her home while she was out drunk, i was the one who listened to her talk about how she regretted believing you again, i was the one who held her hair back when she was vomiting this morning from her hangover.” haechan again returns the energy. “you tried to contact her, but she blocked your number and you had to get her address from her friend. you never even cared to ask her beforehand, and now you wanna try and show up to seem like you care? bullshit. now if you’ll excuse us now, we have a movie to finish.” he slams the door in his face and haechan surprises you for the millionth time today.

your ex bangs on the door for about 3 minutes before giving up, and you guys sit in silence as the movie still plays.

“hey haechan.” you try and start.

“AHHH!” he screams again, scaring you this time.

“JHEEZ BRO I WAS TRYING TO START A CONVO, CHILL OUT.” you scream back.

“okay, i’m fine, yeah sorry, continue.” haechan pants out.

“thanks for that.” you say, genuinely. “not even joking, you didn’t have to do that.”

“well i did, because that dude was a douche. literally having the guts to come over here and try and ask for forgiveness after he cheats. unbelievable.”

“yeah.” you fiddle with your fingers anxiously.

“i like this side of you,” haechan breaks the awkwardness. “you’re usually uptight, little-miss-perfect, and cranky, so i like this raw side of you.”

“mhm, i realized that now. sorry for being such a bitch.” you admit.

“no, i honestly deserve it. but i hope we can be friends now, it would be great to have real conversations with someone, you know?” he says.

“seriously?” you hit him in the chest as he chuckles.

“i’m joking! i swear. but seriously, friends?” he asks.

“yeah, friends.” 

and that’s where it started.

© mrkcore. 2021.

[synmorite]

Brat

Summary: Dean decides that Claire needs a lesson.

Pairing: Dean x Claire, implied Sam x Claire

Word Count: 1520

Warnings: 18+ only, language, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v, rough sex, brief choking, cream pie, implied sloppy seconds

A/N: @negans-lucille-tblr She knows what she did. 👀 Or rather didn’t do.

~~~

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Claire?” Dean growled as he slammed the motel room door shut. “You couldn’t wait 30 fucking minutes for us to get there?!?”

“It was going to be too long, Dean! Who knows what those vamps could have done to that girl in 30 minutes!”

“So what? You just throw yourself to them too hoping they’d rather have you?!”

“I don’t know! Okay?!? I just knew she was in there and scared and alone. I’m a big girl, Dean. I can handle myself!”

Dean’s eyes went hard and he took a step forward. Claire recognized the sudden shift in him. This was no longer the protective Dean. This was the Dean that only came out when she was bad. Claire felt her panties start dampening at the thought of what was about to happen.

“Get on your knees, little girl.” He said in a low voice.

Claire dropped to her knees and opened her mouth as Dean unbuckled his belt.

Dean chuckled at the sight. “Seems you can be good sometimes. Are you gonna be my good little girl tonight?”

Claire nodded as her eyes trailed down to where his large hands were unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out from his boxers. He was still only semi hard.

“Well, what’re you waiting for? Good girls don’t need to be told what to do, do they?”

Claire crawled forward on her knees and licked her lips as she gripped Dean’s dick and gave a few pumps. She looked up at him through her lashes as she licked from base to tip. His eyes darkened further as she swirled her tongue around his head. His length was hardening quickly as she continued to lick him and pump him. He growled as she sucked his tip between her pink lips.

“Enough of that.” Dean gripped her blond hair in his fist to hold her still while he shoved his cock down her throat. “Take it, little girl. You wanna act like a brat, then you’ll get treated like one.” She fought her body’s desire to gag around him and was able to get him into her throat. She swallowed and Dean groaned.

“That’s better.”

Claire rested her hands on his hips as he started to fuck into throat faster. Tears ran from the corners of her eyes and spit dribbled from her chin. Dean had his eyes closed as he grunted a little with each push into her warm, wet mouth.

He pulled himself away from her suddenly, and backed up a step leaving Claire to fall forward onto her hands and knees. He smirked at her.

“Strip and get on the bed.”

Claire tore off her jacket and shirt. Her jeans caught on her boots as she frantically tried to listen to his command. Once she successfully rid herself of all of her clothes, she turned her back to him and placed a knee on the bed. She leaned forward and placed her other knee on the bed, keeping her legs far apart to give him a view of her dripping pussy. She heard his breath hitch a little and smirked as she got to the center of the bed, turned around and flopped onto her back. She reached down and ran her fingers through her folds, and Dean pulled his own jacket, flannel and t-shirt off. She bit her bottom lip and gripped her breast with her other hand. Dean watched enraptured as her fingertips swirled around through her slick.

“So small, Claire. I don’t know how you ever fit me in that little pussy of yours.” Dean kicked his boots off and pulled his jeans and boxers down his thick bowlegs. Claire’s eyes followed his movements and watched his muscles shift under his skin with every motion.

“Please, Dean. Please fuck me.” Claire whined at him.

“Not yet, little girl. Don’t wanna break you.” He smirked at her. “Not yet anyway.”

He climbed onto the bed and leaned down over her. His lips hovered over hers as he whispered, “Not until I’ve had my fun with you.” He moved down over her body and captured one of her nipples with his mouth. He ran his tongue over her peak until it was hard. He pulled away and blew a cool breath over it causing it to stiffen even more.

“Please, please. Stop teasing. I need more!” Claire begged as Dean circled his finger around her nub.

“So fucking needy, aren’t ya, little girl?” Dean pushed his finger into her hole right as his lips sucked her clit into his warm mouth. She gasped as she tangled her fingers into Dean’s hair and pulled. He grunted and sucked harder. Claire started to squirm as the pressure of an orgasm built in her belly. Dean moved his arm over her hips to hold her in place. She came with a whine and felt herself clenching on Dean’s fingers. Her thighs shook around Dean’s head. He slowed his movements and pulled his mouth away from her as she panted, trying to get her breath back.

“Tell me what you want.” Dean growled.

“I want you to fuck me, Dean.” He smirked at her again as he pulled his fingers from her pussy and pressed them against her lips. She opened her mouth obediently, and licked her own juices from his hand. She saw him grasp his rock hard cock before lining himself up and sinking himself into her fully in one sharp thrust. She tensed as he stretched her out and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt Dean’s lips against her throat as he started to suck dark marks into her sensitive skin. Whispering into her ear, “Always so fucking tight, little girl. So wet and so warm and just so, fucking, tight.” He started to pull himself out from her heat slowly before slamming back in. She grunted and moved her legs up to notch at his hips. His pace was hard and unforgiving. Dean gripped under her shoulders and rolled suddenly, leaving Claire surprised and on top.

“Ride me.” Dean demanded. Claire placed her palms on Dean’s chest as she lifted and dropped onto his length. He reached so deep and she tilted her head back. She could feel another orgasm building and wanted Dean to lose control. Luckily, she knew exactly what to say to make him fuck her harder as punishment. “Oh, Daddy!” She whined out. With lightning speed, Dean reached out and gripped her throat. He held just tightly enough that her breathing was restricted, but not stopped.

“What have I told you about calling me that, brat?” He snapped. She felt herself yanked off of him and thrown onto the bed face down.

His hands gripped her hips hard, sure to leave bruises as he pushed himself back into her harshly.

“Do. Not. Call. Me. Daddy.” Every word was punctuated with a sharp snap of his hips against her ass. “Remember why, little girl?”

She nodded as her hands gripped the sheets.

“Use your words, brat.” He gave another sharp thrust that brushed against her sweet spot in just the right way.

She whimpered. “Because it re-reminds you o-of Castiel.” Claire barely managed to get the words out as he continued his assault on her pussy.

Dean thrust again so hard that Claire involuntarily moved up the bed. He reached around and pulled first one arm, and then the other behind her back. He used her wrists behind her to hold her in place. Each shove into her was hitting that sweet spot inside. The orgasm she felt building was fast approaching. Dean could feel her tightening around him so he reached his arms under her shoulders to yank her back to his chest as he rammed into her. He pressed his palm to her lower belly.

“I can feel myself, ya know. Every thrust, I can feel myself right here.” He said into her ear as he pushed harder on her belly with each thrust.

That pushed her over the edge and she screamed out as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her.

She was still cumming when Dean released his arms from around her and she fell forward. Pushing on her back until she was flat on the bed, he kept his hand between her shoulder blades. He pushed into her and started to throb. Groaning, he gave light thrusts as he continued to empty himself into her tight channel. Claire bit into the pillow as the sensations of his release sparked through her sensitive pussy pushing her into another, smaller orgasm.

Dean had barely pulled out of her before he walked into the bathroom and got into the shower. Claire rolled over onto her back and was still trying to catch her breath when the motel room door opened and Sam entered. A smirk formed as he gazed over Claire, noting the light sheen of sweat covering her skin, the bruises beginning to form on her hips, and his brother’s cum dripping from her abused hole.“Looks like it’s my turn.” He said as he shut the door.

Part 2- Still a Brat>>>

[vintagedolan]

I don’t even know what to call this lmao, but here’s your continuation of this blurb based on the gif above :)

warning: smut :’)

“Shoes on or off?”

“On,” you hummed, curious to see how it would play out with you in heels. If Grayson swallowing hard enough for you to see it was any indication, it was probably the right decision, and once again, you felt the warmth of confidence spread through you again. It was reassuring in a way, to know that you had the same effect that he so obviously had on you.

He kept walking you backwards until your calves hit the bed. Usually, this would be the point where you fell back onto the mattress, and Grayson fell on top of you. But, he made a spur of the moment decision and pulled you forward to kiss you hard, keeping you standing there in your heels for a moment longer.

“I have an idea.”

“I’m listening,” you mumbled, already a bit breathless just from anticipation alone. 

“You wanna feel sexy right?” 

It seemed almost childish for him to say it so outright, but there was nothing childish about the way his thumb was brushing across your lace covered boob, tickling over your nipple that was just barely hidden away.

“Yes.”

“Well. When do you feel sexiest?” 

“Gray.”

“I’m serious, I wanna know!” He took in your blush and your hesitation with a soft smile. “Here, I’ll start. But let me do something really quick.”

You frowned a bit at the loss of contact when he stepped away, but it was only to turn the lights off and turn the LEDs under his bed on - a new addition to the bedroom that he was rather proud of. And it was no surprise that he left them on red - it made the dark green of the wall wash black, along with the lace and straps against your skin. He came back over to you, devilishly close, and placed a hand on your waist as his fingers traced over the silky strap of your garter belt. It was a delicate thing - one of his fingertips was wider than it was - but he didn’t show any sign of wanting to take it off of you. His eyes just traveled over you, every curve shown off in the red lights as he spoke.

“I feel sexiest when...” He traced his hand up, over your side and back up to your boob, with just enough contact for your body to shudder. “...when I make your body react like that. Or when you say my name when you cum. Just...you. Getting you worked up, it makes me feel good, like I’m doing something right.”

If his words weren’t so filthy that they went straight to your panties, they may have actually been sweet. But he knew exactly what he was doing, from the tenor of his voice to the way his hands have traveled from the belt down to your ass, hands spreading wide over the flesh. It had your entire body buzzing already, and it didn’t help matters that he leaned in and nipped at your ear, breath hot against your neck.

“What about you, hmmm? What does it for you baby, tell me.”

As if it wasn’t hard enough to get your answer together, he pressed kisses down your shoulder and back up to your neck as he waited for you to find your words. 

“When you cum fast. Or when I can tell you’re trying not to, but you want to.”

“You make my job very hard,” he hummed, unable to stop himself from interrupting. Every word you were saying went straight to his dick, and it took all his self control to stay still. You were in the same boat when he leaned back up and you looked down, saw the ridges of his abs contrasted in the red, saw the way he was tenting his boxers.

“And when you can’t keep your hands off me, no matter where we are.”

At that he groaned low in his chest, thumbs tracing over the vertical straps that sat snug over your ass cheeks, up and down. If he moved any further forward he’d realize you were practically dripping for him already, and you bit your lip at the thought. Sure, you and Grayson always had your fair share of foreplay, but this? This was something else.

“What else, tell me.” If you could have seen his eyes in the lighting, his pupils would have been blown wide open. 

“When you talk to me, tell me how I make you feel. Lets me know when I’m doing a good job.” That one, for some reason, made you blush the hardest. Maybe because of the cheeky smile that stretched across his lips.

“You always do a good job baby. Trust me on that one,” he teased, finally kissing you again, apparently satisfied with your answers. You couldn’t decide where to put your hands, so you settled for his sides, running your nails over his ribcage gently as he held your face with both his hands, pressing you to him as his tongue overtook yours.

You’d heard Grayson Dolan say a lot of dirty things in the bedroom. But god, were you woefully unprepared for what he said when he pulled his lips back from yours.

“Make me cum. I want you to see how fast you can make me cum.”

If you weren’t holding onto him, you probably would have fallen over. Never, not once, had he asked you for something like this. Usually the roles were entirely reversed, and it lit a fire in you that you didn’t know you had the embers for. 

With a sudden burst of confidence you spun the two of you around, pushing on his chest until he fell back against the mattress, the way you usually did. Now, you could understand why he always paused for a moment, why he looked you over so heavily when he had you like this. He looked blissful, beautiful, godly laid out there before you, even when he bridged his hips up to free himself of his boxers. 

There was no time for teasing, not when he’d asked you so outright for what he wanted, and what you wanted. So, you immediately crawled up to him, getting your waist level with his before you swung a leg over. It took a moment of maneuvering but you did your best to make it quick, lifting up enough to get his dick lined up and your panties pushed far enough to the side to accommodate him. 

He sucked in a breath through his teeth as soon as your hand wrapped around him, and there was something deliciously dirty about the fact that the first thing that felt how wet you were was the head of his dick.

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck,” he groaned as you started to sink down onto him. You didn’t bother with trying to get to your feet - the heels probably would have made it impossible anyways. You knew he liked having you pressed up against him in any way that he could, especially like this. So you stayed down, knees digging into the mattress as you braced your hands on his chest for a moment, sinking down until you could feel his balls against your ass.

And then, you were moving. Grinding, bouncing, figure 8′s above him as you tried to get him to the edge as fast as you could, watching his face as you moved, the way his eyes would scrunch up for a moment before his mouth fell open and his whole torso arched and squirmed under your hands.

“Jesus you’re gonna make me cum, fuck baby, fuck yeah,” he could barely get enough breath in to speak, his hands uselessly grabbing at your moving hips, garters tickling against his forearms as his fingers found the flesh between the belt and your thong. 

To your surprise, your rapid pace was doing the trick for you too, though that was your last priority. It might have had more to do with the fact that your boyfriend was a mumbling mess below you after about 30 seconds, but either way, you felt that tightening in your tummy, the moment of numbness that you knew would break into something overwhelming

“Don’t stop, please fuck don’t stop,” he whined, urging you forward as you folded forward against him, let him wrap his arms around you as you bounced on him, slick sounds and heavy breathing filling the room until he was squeezing you, so tight it almost hurt, the same way your walls were squeezing him. And that was his downfall - a minute in and he was undone, shooting inside of you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. 

You came down together, with you sliding up just far enough to kiss him, breathy and messy as you tried to recover, a thin sheen of sweat covering both of you.

“Holy shit. What was that, like a minute?” 

“I’d say 45 seconds... 50 if I’m being generous,” you teased, smiling at the feeling of his chest moving as he laughed. 

“Whatever, I don’t give a fuck if you’ll ride me like that every time,” he said, shaking his head up at the ceiling. 

“You didn’t tear any fabric, I’m proud of you,” you giggled. 

“Couldn’t. Want you to wear this thing every fuckin’ day.”

“Doubtful, I don’t have enough time to get in and out of this shit. Actually, I don’t even know how to get outta this thing,” you admitted with a laugh.

“Let’s go get cleaned up, I’ll help.” 

You were right back to your casual selves as soon as he sat you down on your feet in the bathroom, both working in tandem and laughing as the other struggled to loosen the straps and finally get you out of the contraption. The heels were the best part, with you bracing against his shoulder while he fiddled with the tiny straps.

And when you were freshly showered and clad in one of his big t-shirts, it was obvious that he’d softened up just as much as you had, especially with the blue lights illuminating the room.

“You know, you’re just as sexy like this,” he hummed, rolling over to get closer you, pulling you against him before sneaking a hand under your shirt to cup one of your boobs.

“Right,” you laughed, shaking your head. 

“i’m serious. I’ve got a thing for you in my shirts.”

“I wear your shirts all the time,” you countered.

“And?”

You just rolled your eyes and blushed, making a bit of a mental note to raid his wardrobe even more often than you already did. 

“Thank you, for tonight.”

“I think I should be thanking you, but you’re welcome baby,” he smiled at you, moving his hand from your shirt to run along your cheek. You replayed the night in your head while you looked at him. 

“What?”

“50 seconds huh. Is it like that every time? Like obviously you don’t actually cum that quick every time, but like... could you?”

Now, it was his turn to get embarrassed. He rolled over, practically on top of you as he buried his face in your neck.

“Maybe,” he muttered, making you laugh as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Bubs, really?”

“Like I said, you don’t make my job very easy.”

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the 9-1-1 men seeing you in the LAFD sweatshirt and cuddled up to them 😍🥺

Sweaters

Author’s Note: I added Hen too because I couldn't help myself :) also it’s currently the morning of February 8th. Here’s a lil fluff for y’all before we go batshit crazy over the buckley family secret tonight 😌

Word Count: 1.8k

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Hen 

Laundry day. 

Oh how you despised laundry day. 

You never did the laundry but Hen wasn’t home today and you figured it would be nice for her to come home and not have to worry. So as a good partner would, you tumbled through the house and collected all the dirty clothes, which included the flour covered shirt you were currently wearing and tossed it into the machine. 

Now, if it were up to you, you’d just continue your day without a shirt but it seemed odd to do that, especially since you didn't know if Hen would be bringing any company home with her. Digging through the drawers, there were no clean shirts. 

Are you kidding me right now ? 

Finally spotting a shirt under a stack of pants, you tugged it out of the drawer. The front had the little fire station logo on it and the back read Los Angeles Fire Department. Not giving it a second thought, you pulled it on and went about your day. 

Hen should be on her way home soon and you were sitting on the bed surrounded by clothes, folded and unfolded. You never realized how much work it took to fold laundry, you laid back against the pillows. The last thing you remember was the smell of freshly washed clothes. 

“Babe? I’m home! Where are you ?” Hen calls out as she walks into the house. It was quiet but your car was in the driveway. 

“Y/n ?!” she calls again, walking further into the house. Turning into the bedroom, she smiled at you. You were surrounded by the laundry and fast asleep. She moved some of the clothes over to the drawers and sat beside you on the bed. The bed shifted as Hen pulled the blanket over you. 

“Hey” you give her a sleepy smile, “hey you, how was your day ?” she asks as you shift closer to her. 

“Good, I did the laundry” you mumbled, your eyes shutting again. 

“I like your shirt” she chuckles

You mumbled an answer, “yeah it looks better on you” 

“I think I like this one better on you” her arm wraps around you as you fall back to sleep. 

Eddie 

“What colour should we do ? We got blue and red and uhhh-” you reached into the cupboard for the little bottle of food colouring “yellow” you turned to Christoper who was beside you. The two of you were baking cupcakes for the team. 

“Green!” he shouted and you nod. “Sounds like a plan, now my little scientist, what do we mix to make green ?” “blue and yellow” he said, you take the lid off the little blue bottle and hand it to him, you do the same with the yellow. The two of you pour a ridiculous amount of food colouring in the frosting. Plugging in the mixer, you began mixing the frosting. After a few minutes, the two of you looking into the bowl. 

“Well, that doesn't look right” The frosting a mucky green, almost brown colour rather than just the normal, light green colour you were going for. 

“We should buy frosting instead” Chris says, sticking a finger into the bowl and tasting the frosting. “Does it taste good at least?” he gives you a smile, you take that as a yes. You were looking up grocery stores that were still opened and Chris was washing the frosting off his hands. You moved so that he could be the paper towel and accidentally hit the on button on the mixer.

Frosting ended up everywhere. 

“Well that’s not good” You and Chris laugh. You wipe the frosting off his face and send him off to change his shirt as you clean up the kitchen. Looking down at your own shirt, you too, were covered in frosting. You walked to Eddie’s room and found one of his LAFD shirts laying on his bed. Pulling off your own, you pulled on his instead. 

“Maybe we should just buy cupcakes instead ? We can just eat these later ?” 

“Yeah!” 

The two of you headed out to find a store that sold cupcakes and was still open. it was currently 10:30 at night and technically, Eddie told you to have Chris in bed by 9:30 but you could never say no to Chris, especially when he asked to bake with you. Arriving at the station, you headed in together. Bobby was the first one to see the two of you. He walked you two up to the kitchen where the team was. 

“Dad!” Chris shouted, getting his father's attention. He looked surprised to see you two there. “Hey buddy!” he gave Chris a hug, “What are you guys doing here?” 

“We have cupcakes” he told his dad, Eddie smiled and let him go. Chris went off to see Buck and Chim. “Hey you” you smiled at Eddie, walking over and setting the box of cupcakes on the counter. “Is that my shirt?” he asks, you settle yourself between his legs, leaning onto his thigh as he sat on the stool by the counter. “Yeah. We attempted to make cupcakes but the frosting part was a bit of a disaster so I just borrowed this” 

His arms wrapped around your waist, “that’s okay, it looks better on you anyways” 

Chim 

These back to back shifts were kicking your ass. You hadn't had a proper night’s sleep in over a week and you were running purely on the fact that coffee exists. You finally had a night off and thought it would be nice to spend a night with your boyfriend. You arrived at his place a few hours before his shift ended. 

His fridge was stocked for once and you decide you’d make dinner. You weren’t the best cook in the world but you knew enough to make a decent meal and not burn the place down. It didn't take long to make dinner and you still had half an hour before he got home so to the shower you went. 

The shower felt like heaven on earth considering that you had been living off coffee and mini naps in the break room at work. You managed to find a pair of pants you left there after spending a night, as for your shirt, you couldn't find any of your shirts. 

What kind of person leaves pants but no shirt ? 

You pick up the one you had on before only to find a stain on it. Tossing it in the laundry basket, you turn to the closet to find something. There had to be something in here that you could wear. Not that he’d mind coming home to dinner and a shirtless you but you rather eat with your shirt on. You pulled out a t-shirt from his closet, it was his LAFD shirt but it didn't seem to make a difference to you, you’d leave it before you went back to your place. 

“Honey I'm home!” Chim laughed as he shut the front door. You practically skipped out of the bedroom, it had been way too long since you last saw him. “Hi, I missed you” you pull him into a hug, “I missed you too” he smiled. 

He looked over at the kitchen, “you cooked too?” 

“Yeah, I had some time” 

“Can I take a shower or is dinner gonna get cold ?” 

“That’s fine, it’s probably already cold,” you laughed, “I'll heat it up, go take your shower” you push him off to the bathroom before going to the kitchen. You tidy up a bit as he’s in the shower. 

“Babe?” he calls as he walks into the kitchen, “have you seen my- there it is” he points to the shirt, you look down. 

“Sorry” you give him a smile, making him chuckle. “It’s okay, I'll wear the other one.” 

“Wait, you have more than one?” 

“Yeah, obviously,” he laughs, “why would I only have one?”

“Well then, I'm keeping this one” 

Buck 

Opposite shifts sucks. 

Although the two of you live together, you kept missing each other. Whenever he was coming in, you were leaving and when you were leaving, he was coming in. For the last 2 months, your relationship consisted of “good morning, have a good day at work” and “good night, sleep well” as you pass by each other on the way out. 

You finally just gave in one day and called in sick. Were you sick ? No, but you were exhausted. You were working morning shifts and Buck was working nights, so you’d be home when he got home today but he didn't know that. Seeing that you were already up, you made you way over to the closet to get a hoodie because for some reason, it was freezing in the apartment although it was probably warm outside. You spotted Buck’s black LAFD sweater in the closet, it was your favourite of his but it looked better on you, or so you thought. 

Walking down to the stairs and to the kitchen, you find the stale coffee that Buck left in the machine on the counter. Dumping it in the sink and putting on a fresh pot. The fridge was empty, for the most part, there was milk, eggs, cheese and what looked like leftover takeout. You managed to find pancake mix in the cupboard and dumped all the ingredients in a bowl. The door unlocked and Buck’s shoes thudded against the wall by the door. 

“How many times do I have to tell you not to kick your shoes off like that ? You’re going to scuff the wall” your back was facing him but you glance over your shoulder to see your boyfriend. He seemed shocked that you were home. 

“I thought you had work ?” he makes his way over to you, hugging you from behind. “Called in sick, thought we could spend the day together ?” 

“Yeah, I like that idea” he kisses your neck, as his arms wrap around your waist. “Maybe we should just go back to bed” he says as he lifts you off the ground. The whisk falls from your hand and falls into the bowl, “Buck! come on, I'm making breakfast for you” you pry at his hands, he just squeezes you tighter. 

“I just wanna cuddle, I miss you” he somehow turns you around, his hands now gripping at your thighs. He mustered up his best puppy dog eyes and gave you a lil pout. “You’re an overgrown baby Evan Buckley, do you know that?” you roll your eyes, he smiles at you. 

“Yeah, I know” he makes his way up the stairs and back into bed. He dropped you on the bed, you shifted back up against the pillow. He joins you in bed after he changes, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you into his side. 

“Why do you smell like my cologne ?” he looked down at you, “is that my sweater ?” 

“You mean our sweater ? Yes it is” 

Buck laughed and shook his head, “yeah, our sweater looks cute on you” 

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Mall Food

a/n: I didn't proof read it. Sorry if there's errors, I reread as I'm writing and try to catch any as I go.

warnings: Swearing I think that's it

word count: 2k

Masterlist

It was the weekend that the Seijoh team was supposed to come down for their practice match against Inarizaki and you were currently sitting in the gym at 7 am on a Saturday. If it were up to you, you’d still be asleep in a warm bed. Instead Shinsuke had woken you up at 6:15 so you could get ready to be to the school on time. The Seijoh team had gotten to town late last night but wouldn’t be arriving at the practice match until 9. Sitting on the bench after you had finished the tasks assigned to you, you had begun to text the group chat saying the boys were lucky they got to sleep in even if it was only for an hour and a half.

After texting them you heard someone sit down on the bench next to you. Putting your phone down you looked over to see Osamu laying down on the bench with his eyes already closed. You looked down at him and poked his face a few times until he opened his eyes to look back up at you, “Whaddya want Y/n?” You shrugged in response and moved so your legs were on either side of the bench facing the direction he was laying. You started to run your fingers through his hair before laughing to yourself, “What?” He asked.

“Nothing, I just wasn't expecting your hair to be this soft. I thought it’d be fried with the constant lightening and toning.” He rolled his eyes at your reply and closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of your fingers against his scalp. You sat like this just enjoying each other's company in a comfortable silence until Atsumu and Suna came to sit on the floor next to you both. It was early enough to where Atsumu barely even talked, save for a few sentences here and there.

After 30 minutes of everyone trying to get in a little bit of extra sleep you heard Shinsuke and the Coach greeting people. Looking up from Osamu’s hair that you attempted to braid you saw the Seijoh boys. After they were done talking and the Coaches walked off to discuss the practice match you got up from the bench and ran over to greet your old friends.

You jumped on Hajime’s back since he was closest and turned away from you, “I missed you guys so much!” You yelled as Iwa was trying to keep from falling over due to your sudden weight. “Y/n, please get off of me.” You climbed off of Iwa like he had asked and went to his side where he pulled you in for a side hug kissing the top of your head briefly, “Missed you too kid.” You smiled as you shoved him away, “I am one year younger than you quit calling me kid old man.”

“Well where’s my greeting.” Toru said with his hands on his hips and pout on his lips. You shook your head and gave him a hug while he grumbled about Hajime being your favorite. Turning you pulled Maki and Mattsun into a group hug. While catching up with your old friends, unbeknownst to you, your new group of friends had been watching your interactions.

“Yeah so I’m pretty sure they’re dating the one that kissed them on the head.” Atsumu stated with crossed arms. Suna sighed not moving from his spot on the floor whereas Atsumu had stood when you left. Osamu sat up rubbing his eyes, still tired, “Quit assuming things until they tell us specifically.” Atsumu huffed and sat back down on the bench, arms still crossed, “Fine but don’t come crying to me when I’m right.”

“Shut up Atsumu, behave yourself. They’re comin’ over here.” Osamu said as you walked over with the Seijoh four in tow. “Hey guys! I wanted to introduce you guys.” You motioned for the boys to stand up so you could properly introduce them to each other. To be honest you were worried about them meeting each other. It could either go perfect or it could end with the fire marshall being called and the practice match being cancelled. You hoped it went well so you all could go to the mall when there was free time today.

“Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Hanamaki, Matsukawa, this is Atsumu, Osamu, and Suna.” You pointed and gestured to each person as you were naming them and they all gave the same lame wave except for Atsumu and Oikawa who glared at the opposite group. Seeing Shinsuke waving you over, you dismissed yourself to go talk to him.

“Quit glaring,” Iwa said, hitting Toru over the head. He let out a hiss of pain and turned away from the other group while rubbing his head. “No need to hit me.” He mumbled crossing his arms, now pouting. “Boohoo suck it up.” Iwa said, “Hey so which one of you met Y/n this summer?”

Osamu turned to Iwaizumi after scolding Atsumu for glaring at your friends, “That would be me, I went ta the same culinary camp as ‘em.” Iwa elbowed Toru as he mumbled something about a dumb accent. “Culinary camp? You never went to a culinary camp ya liar.” Atsumu said faceing Osamu. “Ya I did. I went to it the same time you did yer volleyball camp dumbass.” Everyone watched as Osamu and Atsumu continued to argue. Shortly after you walked back over to gather everyone, “Come one guys you’re supposed to start warming up.” Nodding everyone went to their respective sides of the gyms to do their warm ups that the coaches had set for them.

The practice match ended with Inarizaki winning the first and last set and Seijoh winning the second set. They ended up playing a rematch where Seijoh won. You started to clean up and put everything away while the boys showered and changed. After cleaning up and discussing what things could be improved on and what the team will work on next practice you all headed out for the day. Seijoh wasn’t leaving until tomorrow so the coach gave them the rest of the day to do touristy things and look around if they wanted, they just had to be back at the hotel at 9.

“Why are we going to the mall anyway?” Mattsun asked, walking in the back of the group with Maki. You turned around walking backwards as you replied, “Because the mall has everything. You’re hungry? Food court. You need a new sweater? Clothing store. Want to play games? Arcade. C’mon Mattsun, use your head.” As you were turning back around you tripped over your own ankle, Iwaizumi catching you before you could hit the ground, “Thanks Haji.” Behind you Atsumu gave Suna and Osamu a knowing look before Suna rolled his eyes and smacked Atsumu in the arm telling him to cut it out.

Everyone was hungry at the moment so you headed towards the food court after entering the mall. After picking where each person wanted to eat you met up at the table with your trays of food. Finishing up your food and throwing away the scraps and setting the tray down you asked where everyone wanted to go. You first went to a book and music store where Maki bought some new cds. Then you headed to a clothing store where almost everyone got a sweater or t-shirt. Lastly you headed to the sports store, you had figured you’d end up here at the end of the day.

“Hey, what do you think of this cross-body bag?” Toru asked, sporting a neon green bag with orange accents. You grimianced, “Fashion really isn’t your thing Toru.” He scoffed saying he

liked it and went to look at the Volleyballs they had. You walked over to Osamu who was looking at the tennis rackets, “You gonna take up tennis?” He hummed in a questioning tone and looked at you, “Oh. No, I’m just kinda wandering at this point. Nothing I really need in here.” You nodded, “Yeah I’m pretty much the same, nothing’s really catching my eye unless I wanna shop for early christmas gifts.”

After 30 minutes of wandering around the store and buying nothing the guys decided they needed to head back to the hotel. As you were exiting the store the security alarms started to go off before an employee told everyone they needed to get back in the store. You looked around confused before the employee started accusing you all of stealing. Sure a few of you looked like degenerates but none of you actually were. You glanced at everyone before stopping at Toru, “God damnit Toru, you’re still wearing that god awful bag.” He looked over at you after you called his name, “Huh? Oh I didn’t even realize it. I wasn’t stealing.”

The employee scoffed, “Then what do you call it? Borrowing?” Scrunching his eyebrows Toru took off the bag, “No I call it an accident.” Ripping the bag out of his hands the employee scowled, “Don’t get an attitude with me young man.” You furrowed your eyebrows taking a step towards Toru and the employee, “He didn’t have an attitude if anyone has one it’s you. Come on dude it was an accident. Who would willingly steal that ugly ass bag?”

The grouchy employee raised his eyebrows, “You all have an attitude? Let’s see where that attitude gets you in the mall holding cells.” After that he called mall security where you were all escorted to the back of the mall where the holding cell was for people who intentionally stole. You honestly thought it was absurd that you were in here. Even more absurd that you only got one call for all of you combined. After weighing the options you decided the best bet was Atsumu and Osamu’s parents. The boys didn’t want to call the coach otherwise they would’ve gotten in trouble and you didn’t want to call your grandma because she was probably sleeping anyway.

As you all sat there waiting for their parents to get here you looked at Toru, “I can’t believe you got us into this situation again.” He threw his hands up in defense, “It’s not like I did it on purpose. If anything it’s your mouth that got us in here.” Crossing your arms you looked out the cell, “Yah well maybe if the manager wasn’t a dick I wouldn’t have needed to say anything. He was totally out of line.” Everyone nodded and sat in silence.

A few minutes later the twins’ mom arrived with the security guard. “Seriously Atsumu and Osamu, what did you do this time?” She questioned folding her arms. “They didn’t do anything ma’am, it was my fault I’m sorry.” She sighed and looked at the twins, “Is this them?” You whipped your heads to look at the twins in confusion as they nodded, “You can explain what happened over lunch tomorrow, how about that?” She asked, as she ushered everyone out of the mall. “Yeah that sounds great, thanks Miya-san.”

Walking out of the mall Atsumu and Suna got into the car with the twins’ mom while you and Osamu talked briefly, “So much for not meeting your mom in a holding cell.” You mumbled looking at your feet. Osamu laughed before giving you a quick hug, “See you tomorrow I guess.” You nodded as you hugged him back, “Yeah see you tomorrow.” As he got in the car you turned to the Seijoh boys to walk back to their hotel before Shinsuke picked you up, “That was weird right? Like what happened? Her knowing who I am and then randomly inviting me to dinner after I said it was my fault? Or am I crazy?” You asked the boys. “No, that was weird, but you’re definitely still crazy.” You shoved Toru running away before he could shove you back. He chased you the whole way to the hotel with Hajime yelling at you both to cut it out.

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30 with Michael please

I’m doing this one for Hawthorne Michael!!! Oh, and just a little disclaimer, reader & Michael are both over 18 in this!

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Michael Langdon had always been a fascinating man to you, from the moment you met him. There was just something that pulled you to him, a magnetic energy that you could never get enough of. Since arriving to Hawthorne with Cordelia to conduct “official Council business,” as she called it, you & Michael did nothing but flirt. His cockiness, which usually would have been a turn off for you, only drew you deeper into his mysterious web. The whisperings in the dim hallways were that he was going to be the first male supreme—the Alpha, they called it. You hated the terminology, but it made you question everything. Was this why you were so drawn to him? Was it your destiny to seduce & possibly bring down this mysterious being?

Did it even matter?

One day, you decide to pore over your notes in the common room. Not many of the warlocks are present, either in classes or doing studying of their own elsewhere. It was quiet, perhaps too much, but the silence is soon broken as Michael approaches. You hear his footfall before you see him, looking up from your papers to see him striding into the room. His hands are tucked behind his back, a smirk on his face as he walks over to you. He takes a seat beside you, his eyes glancing you over before tilting your chin to face him.

“How’s my favorite witch doing today?” Michael asks, his fingers swiping under your lip.

“She’s doing better now that you’re here,” you say, turning your whole body to face him. “It’s a good excuse to stop this boring paperwork.”

He smirks, pulling you close to him and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “That’s good to hear,” he says. “I think you should focus your attention elsewhere, anyway.”

“I think I know one place I’d love to focus,” you tease, biting your lip before nodding toward the exit of the room. “Let’s get out of here.”

“And go where?” Michael asks, his brows knitted in confusion. “Ariel won’t let us leave—“

“I’m not talking about the building,” you say with a chuckle. “I think it’s no secret that we’re both attracted to each other, and I want to act on it. I was talking about us going up to my room.”

Michael looks down at his hands, wringing them for a moment as he draws away. You offer a confused glance, and he meets your gaze with a shy, apologetic smile. You’re worried that you overstepped your boundaries, and you shake your head before reaching for his hand.

“What’s wrong?” you ask worriedly. “I didn’t go too far, did I? If I did, I’m so sorry. I—“

“No, you didn’t,” he assures you, averting his gaze again. “It’s...Well, I’ve never actually had sex before.”

Your eyes widen in shock, your jaw agape. “Wait, you’re a virgin?”

“Yes,” Michael says, looking at you with a dangerous glare. “Is that such a surprise to you?”

“Well, yeah,” you say. “You act like you’re hot shit around here, but you’re actually not? It’s a big surprise.”

“I see,” Michael says, hurt flashing across his face for a moment as he stands. “Well, if that’s how you fucking feel, then—“

“Wait!” you say, a hand on his arm as you shake your head. “I didn’t mean to come across as making fun of you. I just mean that it’s a shock because I thought you were this big ladies’ man, but...you’ve never actually done anything. It was just something that threw me off for a minute, that’s all. It’s okay that you’re a virgin and I’m not gonna laugh at you for it.”

He smiles a little, calming down as he runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to act anymore. I want to be real and I want to be everything that I am pretending to be. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore; I’m tired of living the lie.”

You chew your lip a little, eyes cast to the floor for a moment before you meet his gaze. “I could always help you there. I mean...if you wanted me to.”

“You would do that for me?” Michael asks, and you nod. “All I ask is that you’re careful at first. I don’t know what could happen if you aren’t.”

“I get it,” you say, extending a hand to him. “You’re on track to be the next Supreme, so your powers are still unpredictable.”

He takes hold of your hand, and you lead him up to your room. For the first time, perhaps since you met, you’re aware that he’s anxious. You can feel it radiating off of him, almost like heat, and you squeeze his hand reassuringly as you reach your room. You open the door, ushering him inside before closing it behind you. After making sure it’s locked, you turn to face him. You shrug off the grey cardigan you were wearing, letting it fall in a forgotten heap on the floor. Michael watches you, his tongue running over his lips as you start to slowly strip your clothing. You give him a moment to take you in each time an article is removed, remaining in your matching black bra & thong as you see the prominent bulge in the front of his pants.

“Liking what you see?” you tease, walking over to him and positioning yourself in his lap.

“Yes,” he says, his hands roaming your back and stopping at your bra to seek permission. “Can I touch you?”

“Of course,” you say, rocking your hips against his. “You can touch me any way and anywhere you want to. Can I kiss you, Michael?”

He nods rapidly, and you smash your lips to his in a hungry kiss. He groans softly, your hands tangling in his messy blond curls. He runs his tongue along the roof of your mouth, taking in every ridge and every inch, his hands on your ass as he pulls you closer. You grind against him as you make out, feeling his cock growing impossibly harder against your cunt. He smirks against your mouth, evidently noticing how wet you were, and you start working his tie loose.

“I’m gonna take your clothes off,” you whisper. “Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah,” Michael says, shivering as you unbutton his shirt and kiss the skin exposed with every undone button. “I...”

“What is it?” you coo, looking up at him. “Tell me, Michael.”

“I’m getting close already,” he says, his tone full of embarrassment as his cheeks heat crimson. “I can feel it...”

“You poor thing,” you say with a teasing pout, grinding hard against him as you both groan. “I think it’s time I help you out of those pants then, huh?”

He gives a soft nod, and you shift your body so that you can unfasten them. You slowly work his zipper down, teasingly brushing your fingers against his shaft. This was apparently a mistake, for Michael’s hips began to stutter and his breathing was getting quicker. Before you could tell him to hold off, he was cumming fast within the confines of his boxers, your name a sigh as it passes his lips, his hips rotating upward. You observe the wet stain forming in the front of his pants, tsking as you try to fight a smirk. He’s too far gone for a moment to realize what he’s done, but once his high dissipates and he comes back to reality, his cheeks turn bright red and he looks away from you. You can’t tell if he’s angry or embarrassed at first, but the answer soon becomes clear.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, his eyes meeting yours as the color in his cheeks rises. “I thought I could hold off. I really did.”

“Shh, it’s fine,” you assure him, kissing each of his cheeks. “It happens sometimes. It’s totally normal. We can always try again later, when you’re—“

Michael seems to know what you’re going to say, and a wide, cheeky grin forms. He takes your hand, placing it over the wet spot on his bulge. To your surprise, he’s still rock hard, his orgasm not making him soft at all. You don’t question why; you already know how it could be possible. Michael Langdon, the enigma, the next supreme, seemed to have more abilities than you initially believed. Abilities that seemed more human, rather than completely abnormal.

“I want to be inside of you,” he whispers in your ear, roughly tugging the lobe between his teeth before moaning hotly. His embarrassment from moments ago has seemingly melted away, giving way to something much more confident. A bit feral, even. “I want to feel what it’s like. I want you to cum for /me/ now, and I want it to be all over my cock. Think you can do that for me, babe?”

“I think so,” you say, watching with hungry eyes as he pulls his erection free. He’s far bigger than you imagined, his cock slick and red, veins prominent all over the shaft. You reach out to jerk him off but he slaps your hand away, resulting in a whine from you. “Michael...”

“No,” he hisses, positioning your hips over his cock. With a nod from you, he sinks you onto his cock, your hands tearing at his skin and hair as you try to adjust to the massive feeling. His cock stretches your tight cunt, resulting in a burning, stinging sensation that isn’t entirely unpleasant. “Fuck!”

“Michael,” you whimper, looking at him through hazy eyes. “You feel way too good.”

“So do you,” he says, hoisting you up a little as he guides your movements along his cock. “Don’t think that just because I’m a virgin, I’ll go easy on you. I truly don’t believe you know what I’m capable of, and it would be a shame to have to show you.”

“What if I want to see it?” you ask, building a steady pace with your hips as you ride his cock, his hands massaging your ass. “I want you to show me.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Michael asks, his lips wrapping around your nipple and sucking generously as your head falls back.

“Mmm hmm,” you hum, grinning as you tug his curls. “Try me.”

——

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[thevioletjones]

I’d love to see you tackle 5 or 44! Congrats on the Kudos!

Thank you! 5 was included previously, so just 44. 🙂 This one is explicit, FYI.

Prompt 5: “I still remember the way you taste.”

Cell Date

Getting smart about how he acted behind bars was really starting to pay off for Mickey. Not only was he staying out of trouble so that he’d have a chance of making early parole, he was also forging advantageous relationships, mostly with the guards and the old-timers that liked to do good deeds like helping other inmates get an education or decent legal representation.

Little things like that, plus abstaining from shanking for pay or cold-cocking bitches who got mouthy, were making this Mickey’s most pleasant and drama-free stint in prison since his unceremonious induction into juvie ten years previous.

Along with his cooperation and best behavior came some quality perks: first pick of audiobooks from the dude he helped in the library; extra jello, pudding, and french fries from that dude’s kitchen husband; extended yard and gym time when the guard he had people doing favors for on the outside was on duty; and the holy grail, his very own recently acquired smartphone, which he could keep with him in his cell whenever the right people were working, and otherwise stow with a friend when sweep checks were imminent. All he had to do to get safekeeping was provide phone privilege favors. Gave him an extra source of income too, when he sold video call time to inmates on the side.

Tonight, though, he was finally gonna have the damn cell to himself all night long. His bunkmate had just been released, no one else had been assigned to his bed yet, and the overnight guard was a friendly. That meant that at long last, he’d be able to have some kind of sexual escapade with his boyfriend for the first time since he’d gotten locked up nine months ago. As a bonus, they could maybe stay up shooting the shit too. But really, Mickey was horny as hell, and he imagined that Ian was too.

They had a kind of ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy when it came to banging other people while they were apart, but as a rule, they weren’t allowed to do it more than once a month, or with the same guy twice, blowjobs included. That meant a lot of lonely masturbation sessions on both sides of the prison walls.

It was cruel that the only relief they could get from each other was by proxy of their own hands anyway, but at least now they’d be able to watch each other and egg each other on. It wasn’t the most ideal situation ever, but it was way better than having to stick to innocuous topics on the prison landlines that ran out at the ten minute mark.

This was going to be a treat.

He waited ’til 30 minutes past lights out just to be sure the coast was clear, counting down the minutes like a fucking schoolgirl waiting to make an illicit phone call after her parents fell asleep. As soon as the digital display hit 9:30, he was eagerly punching in the memorized number, smirking as he selected the video option.

He actually felt nervous as it rang, irrationally worried that Ian would be indisposed despite their agreed upon time and date. It took almost four whole rings before the display lit up, and a buffering vision of Ian appeared.

Mickey’s smile couldn’t help but mirror the cheerful redhead’s, and it only widened when he heard his deep, familiar voice.

“Hey, Mick.”

“Gallagher,” he replied softly and full of affection.

“I can barely see you,” Ian said with a chuckle. “That's not really fair.”

“Oh, shit, yeah. Forgot. Hang on.”

He’d managed to get his hands on a clip-on reading light through the library contraband network, so it would have to do. He dug it out from the hole in his thin-ass mattress pad and clipped it to the bar of the lower bunk, angling it toward his face and flipping it on. It wasn’t exactly super-bright, but it was good enough.

“Happy now? This is the best I could do on the after-hours lighting.”

“Yeah, I am. You look good.”

“Shut the fuck up. You look way better. Like a free man.”

Ian ran a hand through his hair, and Mickey wished it were his hand. “It is a nifty advantage, but it’d be a lot better if you were next to me.”

“Yeah, no shit. I’m getting the rawer deal here.”

“Who’s fault is that?” Ian challenged with a raised brow.

Mickey licked his lips, humming. “Didn’t realize the purpose of this call was to get on my ass about gettin’ locked up. Thought we already did that fun routine.”

Ian sighed. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I just miss you.”

“I’m doin’ what I can, gingerbread. Might get lucky in the next few months. Been playin’ the game all nice like. No demerits on my scorecard.”

“I appreciate that. You know I’ll be waiting.”

“Mm.”

“So… what’s new?”

Mickey laughed. “You want me to recount the thrilling tales of the jailbird jerk-offs? How would that be interesting or entertaining?”

“I’m pretty sure you witness more random acts of weirdness than I do everyday. You want me to talk about my job and coworkers, or my niece and nephew? I’m sure you’re dying to know on all counts.”

“Yeah, you got me figured out, Gallagher. That’s exactly why I wanted this dimly lit video call with your pale ass.”

Ian snickered. “Is this the part where we jump straight to the sex?”

Mickey shrugged and scratched his balls. “I mean, if we were in person without that fuckin’ glass between us, we woulda already been bangin’ by now.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“So?”

“What?”

“Show me your dick.”

Ian snorted, and it was nice to see him laugh unrestrainedly. They usually didn’t do too much laughing during his visits.

“It’s not hard yet.”

“Well, what the fuck you waitin’ for? Shoulda started before I called.”

“God, Mick, you really know how to romance a guy on his first date in nearly a year.”

“If this is a date, you got a really low bar, man.”

“Haven’t I always?”

“‘Ey! Fuck you.”

Ian laughed again and it made Mickey smile wide. He was gonna get addicted to these phone interludes, he could tell.

“Which reminds me… I expect you to take me out a few times when you get sprung, Milkovich. Restaurants, clubs, movies, the works.”

Mickey rolled his eyes. “Exactly how many acts of penance are on your little atonement list?”

“As many as I want. You got a problem with that?”

“You know I didn’t get locked up on purpose, right? Cuz I think you maybe don’t know that.”

“I think that I want you to stop putting yourself in situations where one of the possible outcomes is getting locked up. Cuz then we’re forced to resort to one sad long-distance video wank every nine months, which kinda fuckin’ blows, and not in the good way.”

“First of all, as long as I don’t get this shit confiscated by one of the asshole guards, we can keep doin’ this pretty regularly. Secondly, we haven’t even gotten to the wank part yet, so don’t call it sad. Also, is sex all that matters to you?”

“Says the guy who just told me to shut up and get my dick out.”

“Like you said, it’s been a long time.”

“And I’ve already told you that I miss you and want you beside me. I thought you wanted your dick stroked, not your ego.”

“Good one,” said Mickey, reaching down to fondle himself. “So how we gonna do this?”

“The only way we can, I guess.”

“Fine. Do I get to ask you to start touching yourself now?”

Ian giggled. “Yeah, yeah, let’s get it over with.”

“What kind of attitude is that? Get the hell on board or this ain’t gonna work.”

“Calm down and get your cock hard, convict boy.”

Mickey didn’t need to be told twice. He slipped his hand under the waistband of his boxers, rubbing and squeezing gently.

“You gonna give me somethin’ to look at or what?”

“Gimme a minute, fool. It’s not gonna be very pretty in its current state.”

They both went non-verbal for a while as their arms started working, the only sounds being stray gasps, rustling noises, and slick skin against skin.

“‘Kay,” urged Mickey, “lemme see it.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“Fine, just flip the camera.”

Mickey pressed around and activated the rear camera with flash, licking his lips when the screen filled with Ian’s lower half, hand jerking his big dick in that perfect rhythm he remembered so well. It forced out a moan before he could catch himself.

“Mick,” Ian whispered, and he suddenly missed the feel of his boyfriend’s breath blowing hot against his skin as they fucked. And that just reminded him of the way he’d nip and lick at Mickey’s neck, or pinch his nipples at just the right time.

“Ian,” he groaned, his strokes getting faster and more deliberate now that he was fully hard. “Miss you.”

And that was definitely the lamest shit to say when you were supposed to be talking dirty for the purposes of video sex, but it’s what came out of his mouth on account of all the memories surfacing, coupled with the regret of not being able to put his hands on Ian or have Ian’s hands put on him.

Mickey had never wanted to suck a dick so badly in his entire life, simply because he was being denied the opportunity. He’d almost forgotten how delicious Ian’s cock really was. It could wreck him all night long, or Mickey could worship it a little on his hands and knees when the urge overcame him. He wanted it in him one way or the other. Keeping him away from it was cruel and unusual punishment.

“Wanna fuck you, Mick.” Ian was still using this soft, breathy voice that was making him crazy. “Wanna see your ass.”

Mickey’s hand faltered for a moment as he snickered. “How the fuck am I supposed to get you that camera angle right now, genius?”

“You really didn’t think this through enough first,” chided Ian.

“Suck my dick, Gallagher.”

“Mmm, I’d love to get my mouth on you right now. I still remember the way you taste.”

“Oh, shit.”

Mickey’s jerks got tighter with that fantasy egging him on, and silkier with the ease of the pre-cum oozing from his slit.

“You got something to stick up your ass?”

Mickey whined. “Fuckin’ wish. Don’t exactly got a dildo permit, and that’s the kinda contraband no one tries to smuggle or sell.”

“A finger or two will do, right?” asked Ian, pausing for a moment to squirt some lube into his hand.

“‘Ey! What the fuck? No fair! You want me to try and prop this thing somewhere so you can watch me finger myself without lube, and you’re gonna casually use some to jack off with right in front of me? Read the room, fuckhead.”

Ian chuckled. “Sorry, Mick. What happened to the mayo packets?”

Mickey grimaced, regretting ever having told Ian about sometimes using that condiment as lube when he wanted to spice up a solo sesh. “Shut the fuck up and just help me get a damn orgasm.”

“What else am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know! What am I, the video sex expert?”

“You’re not a sexpert?”

“Now is not the time for your lame jokes, okay?”

“Yeah, okay, but I’ve never done this before either, jackass. I already made my request and you’re ignoring it. You do that for me, I’ll do something for you.”

“Fine, but if I do this for you, I won’t be able to see shit while it’s happenin’, so you have to fuckin’ wait to blow your load, or I’ll never do this with you again.”

“So is that your request? To see me blow my load?”

“Bitch, do I need to explain how porn works to you? You know how at the end of the video, you get to see everybody come? Jizz flyin’ everywhere?”

“Oh, believe me, next time we’re actually together in bed, I will cover you in jizz from head to toe.”

“That’s a lofty goal. Could take a while.”

“I’m willing to put in the hours. Now… get to it.”

Mickey sighed and let his cock fall out of his grip, glancing around to try and figure out how he could set the camera up in a decent place to where it would actually get what Ian wanted in frame.

“You’re gonna have to tell me if I need to adjust it, but I don’t have a lot of options, so just tell me when it’s good enough. Don’t need to get all Scorcese with the precision.”

It took a couple of minutes to figure out something that worked, his erection flagging to half-mast as he concentrated on the task Ian had given him. He was pretty sure that Ian should be the one going out of his way to give Mickey a nice show, but he figured if he let Ian have one first, he could make requests for their next long-distance fuck date.

Once Ian said it was good, Mickey kneeled and sat on his haunches, body remaining upright. He could only imagine what his asshole looked like through that badly lit phone camera, but whatever. At least he didn’t have to look at it. Ian could go crazy for it if he wanted to, and apparently he was if the renewed moaning was any indication.

“Get it wet,” Ian directed.

Mickey licked his palm and gave his cock a few tugs to get it back into the game, then spit in his hand and did what he could to work it around his hole. He was crouched with the damn top bunk rubbing against his bent head, with no view other than stiff white sheets and his own thighs and dick.

Yes, Ian was going to owe him a nice fucking show for this crap.

“Well?” the cocky little prick demanded. “Play with it.”

“Hold your damn horses, I ain’t a cam boy,” retorted Mickey.

With a deep sigh, he emptied his mind of the discomfort of his position and the embarrassment of his actions, and just went for it, wetting his finger with his mouth, then shoving it in as far as he could get it on initial entry. It wasn’t very far, but he wiggled and shimmied it as he slid it in and out, until eventually it was in as far as it could go from the angle he was in. He could faintly hear Ian going to town on himself, and he once again longed to be the one doing it to him. Pressing his ass back onto Ian’s cock instead of his own measly finger. Getting Ian’s big hand around his own dick while he did it.

As it were, he had to use his left hand to get some action on his dick, and as soon as he got back into the swing of things on that score, he set about trying to hit his prostate with his right hand.

“Add another one,” rasped Ian.

“You’re gettin’ real mouthy, ain’t you,” Mickey complained, wetting his hand again before sliding in two fingers to the knuckles.

“Oh, sorry, am I supposed to just remain quiet during this phone sex?”

“Stop sassin' me while I try to hit the spot. Some of us don’t got long-ass E.T. fingers.”

Ian chortled. “Jesus, Mick. Can you not bring my favorite childhood movie into this? Plus, you don’t need to go that deep. Just flip your hand over and crook your fingers. You’ll find it.”

“You think you know my ass better than I do?”

“Probably.”

Mickey did as suggested, even though it was the weirdest combination of body angles. It didn’t do anything at first, then all of a sudden, “Oh.”

Both hands got fast and furious as he felt that familiar tingly throb building up inside. He let himself get lost in it for a few minutes, then came to just enough to realize that he wanted a visual of Ian to orgasm to. It’s what he'd been looking forward to all week.

All at once, he stopped, flipping onto his back and grabbing the phone. All he could see on screen now was the damn ceiling, which was annoying, but also hilarious, since it meant that Ian was probably holding the stupid phone a few inches from his stupid face.

“Why’d you stop?” asked Ian breathily.

“Cuz I wanna see you, numbnuts. As fascinating as your ceiling is, it'd be great if you got the main attraction back onscreen. Please and thank you.”

Ian tittered and angled the camera back down, pushing it past his sternum. “‘Kay, where’s yours?”

Mickey pointed his phone back toward his crotch, eyes extremely focused on Ian’s impossibly hard red dick and large pale hand, sighing when he touched himself again. He needed a finger or two back in his ass, though. He always came harder with something up his ass, and it reminded him more of Ian too.

But there was no way to film himself and still get a view of Ian, plus use both hands to get himself off. He had to choose one type of orgasm to have, and since he wasn’t entirely sure he could pop from anal only, he stuck with the jerking off.

Maybe Ian was right. He hadn’t thought this through enough. But he knew exactly what his daydreams would be scheming up until their next interlude.

“You gonna come all over yourself like I asked?” said Mickey.

“Just a sec,” Ian replied with a grunt.

Mickey’s hand synced up with Ian’s, flying up and down his length on the phone screen. “Wanna see it on your stomach and in your pubes.”

Ian’s moans and groans got louder and closer together, building Mickey’s excitement up to the edge.

And then of course his gay-ass boyfriend had to go and say some gay-ass shit like, “I love you!”

And then he was shooting jizz out the tip of his dick, letting it get everywhere.

And the effect was the same as a quality porno scene in that it made Mickey come too, eyes squinting shut as the sensations overwhelmed him. He wanted to throw the phone across the room, but he somehow managed to keep it resting against his chest and filming everything.

As soon as the last of it gushed out, he did let the phone drop next to him for a short time, and Ian must’ve been recovering too, because he didn’t hear any complaints. He reached for the toilet paper roll and wiped himself down as best he could, not bothering to put his shorts back on when he was done.

He flipped onto his stomach, picked up the phone and went back to the front camera, leaning it up against the wall as he burrowed a pillow under his chin.

“That was halfway decent, Gallagher.” He grinned in relaxed satisfaction.

Ian flipped his camera back too, lying on his side, and propping the phone up against what was probably the empty pillow next to him that Mickey should be on.

“You’ll get the real thing soon enough,” Ian replied with a sleepy smile.

“Fuckin’ hope so…” he trailed off in thought. “Sorry I can’t be there. It is my fault.”

“Nah, just forget about all that, okay? All we can do now is get through the time that’s left. But if you think I’m not gonna ride your ass the non-sexy way when you get out, you’re dead wrong. Not gonna let this shit happen again.”

“You want me workin’ some minimum wage bullshit legit job?”

“Yep. We know how to be poor, Mick. Tired of getting the shitty end of all the risk.”

“Your pillow talk could use some work, Red.”

“I know. Thanks for showing me your asshole earlier.”

Mickey laughed. “No sweat. Well, probly some sweat.”

Ian snorted and shook his head. “Shut up. I’m glad we get to do this. It’s nice being with you at bedtime.”

“Be nicer if it included your dick in my ass, but I guess it’s alright.”

“Want me to tell you about the boring shit now?”

“Might as well.”

“As long as you don’t fall asleep before you tell me you love me, bitch.”

Mickey frowned. “Normal people don’t shout that shit as they’re coming, you freak.”

“I don’t care when you say it, just fit it in.”

It wasn’t really something they could comfortably say to one another on their regular taped prison calls and visits. It was better for Mickey's orientation not to be common knowledge to the wrong people around the joint.

“I love you, you silly bastard, now tell me about your dumbass day.”

Ian smiled brightly. “Franny did the cutest shit…”

Mickey half-listened, content to be in the distant presence of Ian’s face, voice, and manner; imagining a day soon to come when they would be reunited for good in the great wide open.

[alderaani]

hullo pls could you maybe do from the prompt list 'Staying up half the night to finish a game with them.' with jesse? or echo, i love them both very much so whoever you'd rather write would be just fantastic (: 💕

thanks Emma!!!! anything for u 💕 i’m gonna go with jesse for this one, though i’m desperate to write for my boy echo in the near future. (i am very quickly learning i can’t keep these brief to save my life, oops)

pairing is jesse x reader:

“Heard you landed your ass in here again, idiot.”

It comes out harsher than you mean, but the rush of anger-joy-relief that floods through you when you see Jesse propped up in bed, awake and laughing with one of his brothers, is like a battering ram. You put out one hand to steady yourself against the doorframe and blink, startled by the way your eyes are stinging.

“If only he’d actually landed on his ass,” Hardcase laughs. He’s lounging on the end of the bed in the bottom half of his armour, legs crossed in front of him. “Di’kut went down on his head instead.”

“Thanks, ‘Case,” Jesse sighs, before looking at you sheepishly. “I was goin’ to comm you.”

You sniff in distain and push into the room proper. “What, in three to five business days? I had to find out from one of the mechanics, Jesse.”

Jesse scowls and you feel your eyes sting again at just how small he looks against the sheets. The white bandages on his chest and wrapped around his skull are stark against the rich brown of his skin. You don’t think you have really breathed in the last three days, not since contact with Torrent went down and it suddenly hit you that you might never get to speak to him again.

“How is this my fault? I was karking unconscious and you’re going to hold that against me?”

“Well,” Hardcase says, eyes darting between the pair of you. He shoves himself off the bed, clapping a hand on Jesse’s blanketed leg. “Sounds like my cue to check out. The boys are settin’ up a round of sabacc in the barracks, don’t wanna hold ‘em up.”

You wave absently to him as he leaves, not taking your eyes off of Jesse’s as your chest fills with fire. You open your mouth to snap back, but the pure weariness that flashes across Jesse’s face sinks in like a knife between your ribs and suddenly you’re just tired.

You collapse into the vacant chair beside his bed and put your face in your hands.

“Kriff, Jess, I’m sorry.” You huff out a little laugh. “I came here to cheer you up, believe it or not.”

Looking up, you’re in time to see Jesse’s face soften. He reaches out and knocks his fist gently against your temple.

“Bold strategy you’re usin’.”

You swallow tightly and keep your eyes on the blankets when you make your next admission, choking the words out. “I didn’t mean to get mad. You just really fuckin’ scared me this time.”

Jesse chuckles weakly. “Think I scared myself. I…I really thought that was it, for a moment.”

You breathe out, long and slow, and try to push away the could-have-beens. He’s here, he’s whole, and he’s alive. Each one of those things is its own blessing. Some part of you still feels like it’s stuck in the awful silence of your comm station as you typed in code after code and prayed, unable to reach any of them and only being able to think about Jesse. His laugh, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way it makes your stomach tie itself into knots, and the ache in your gut when you thought you’d lost the chance to tell him any of it.

You’re used to being haunted by thoughts of him, but now all your memories have a slightly bitter edge, soured by the possibility that they’d almost been all you had. It’s harder than you expected to let that go, even if you’ve always known you might have to.

“I’m damn glad it wasn’t,” is what you get out eventually. “This place’d be boring without you.”

Jesse quirks a smile. You just want to hold on to him, kiss that smile straight off his stupid face, and can’t bring yourself to care that you’re staring. “Maker, I know, I’m bored already and I’m only stuck in the medbay. What’ve you got for me?”

You reach into the bag at your feet and pull out a card deck and a bottle of blumfruit juice. “I couldn’t bring the boys, but at least I’ve brought the cards, right?”

The way that Jesse’s whole face lights up makes the knot in your chest loosen. You dig around a bit more and pull out Jesse’s razor kit – there’s a fine layer of visible stubble growing on the unbandaged bits of his head. Aside from his huge Republic cog tattoo and the fact the stubble’s dark, he’s starting to look eerily like Rex.

“I thought you might want these tomorrow, too, I cleared them with Coric so I won’t accidentally land you in trouble.”

Jesse tilts his head a little bit and just watches you. You fight the urge to fidget and place the razor kit on the edge of the blanket; it’s hard not to shrug this off like you have a hundred times before, but you made a promise to yourself when you’d heard he’d come back alive. You won’t hide how you feel any more, and he can do what he likes with it. At least you will have given him the choice.

“You went and got these for me?” he asks eventually, his gaze pointed and calculating. You expected it – there’s a reason he’s on the Captain’s core squad – but it still makes you feel naked.

“You always bitch when your hair starts growing in,” You smile. Jesse’s expression clears, but whatever conclusion he’s come to he keeps to himself. He puts the razor on the side table and grins at you.

“The stubble itches. Now are you gonna deal us in, or what?”

You’re halfway through your first hand before you realise something crucial is missing from the set.

“Kriff, I forgot my betting chips! Sorry Jess, I can run back and get them if you like.”

Jesse picks up the bottle of blumfruit juice and gulps a mouthful, his mouth stained slightly red.

“I think I’ve got a better idea. Much more fun if we bet favours, right?”

His expression is far too innocent. You narrow your eyes at him as you accept the bottle and bring it to your lips. “What kind of favours?”

He shrugs. “Just little things. Ship duties, stuff you’ve always wanted to know…that kind of thing. I know you’ve always wanted to get back at Fives for what happened on Orto Plutonia.”

You lick your lips slowly. It’s a tempting proposition, which is dangerous for someone who is so thoroughly shit at sabacc, and for someone who’s opponent knows it.

“…Alright. But we’ve got to agree on the favour before it enters the pool.”

Jesse’s grin is sharklike. “Deal.”

Over the course of the next three hours you lose your mess hall slot, have to tell Jesse the story of how you ended up locked in the communal showers for three hours, and owe him two whole bottles of his favourite Alderaanian spirit.

In return, all you have managed to swindle is that payback on Fives, so when Jesse suggests one more round at 0300, you’re hesitant. You’re pretty sure you’re in love with him, but you still have a little dignity.

“Aw, come on. Where’s the honour in givin’ in?” Jesse grins.

“There’s no honour in marching blindly to defeat, either,” you counter, gathering up the sabacc cards to shuffle anyway. Besides, if you yawn any more you think your soul might escape your body.

“Maybe not, but I think you’ll like what I’ve got in mind.”

His face is oddly serious, and it piques your interest. Before you can stop yourself, you’re nodding and dealing out the cards again, fighting for composure when you lift yours and see the brilliant pair you’ve picked up.

“Fine, one more round. If I win you have to cover my next shift stocking ordnance,” you say quickly.

Jesse swallows, his honey brown eyes boring into you. “Sure. But if I win, I get a kiss.”

Faintly, you think someone must have opened an airlock somewhere, because you can’t breathe. You hear your lungs suck in, see the way Jesse leans a little towards you, the expression on his face almost hungry. There’s a faint ringing in your ears as you nod eagerly, your palms sweating.

What follows is possibly the longest 30 minutes of your life. It figures, really, that the one game of sabacc you desperately want to lose is the one you can’t seem to not win. When the match is up you scowl at the perfect score of 23 in your hand and toss it down onto the bed covers.

“Sorry Jesse, read ‘em and weep. I’ve got pure sabacc.”

Jesse leans over to read, but instead of looking as annoyed as you feel, he just smirks.

“Now now, cyar’ika, don’t be hasty. Let me present to you: the Idiot’s Array.”

You lean forward before you can stop yourself. “No fucking way.”

The rarest hand in the game? You’ve gotta see that.

Jesse smugly spreads out his cards. You smack him. “That’s not the Idiot’s Array!”

“It is too.”

“Then where’s the Idiot Card, genius?”

Without pausing, Jesse lifts his hands and points two thumbs at himself, grinning at you. “Right here, darlin’.”

You laugh, heat creeping up through your cheeks to the tips of your ears. You slide onto the bed and place your palms either side of Jesse’s legs, your pulse thundering under the heat of his eyes.

“Guess I owe you a kiss, then.”

Jesse’s hand sneaks up to cup the back of your neck. “Yeah. Guess you do.”

[clearsky]

My Top Comfort Characters/Kins and My Main HCs For Them

(Note, not all my kins/comfort characters are on here, just the ones I have more than 5 hcs for)

CW: Korekiyo Shinguji (DRV3), Himiko Yumeno (DRV3), Shinsou Hitoshi (BNHA), Kyoko Kirigiri (THH), Tsuyu Asui (BNHA), Entrapta (Spop), Ibuki Mioda (SDR2), Celestia Ludenberg (THH), Funtime Foxy (FNAF), Peril (WOF)

Korekiyo Shinguji (DRV3)

Nonbinary

He/They pronouns

Autistic

Chains and loose accessories are for stimming

Likes the feeling of silk and cotton

Can't stand the feeling of anything rough or bumpy

He likes collecting small trinkets and the bones of small mammals

Can't stand anything salty. He'll eat it but he certainly won't enjoy it

Dating Rantaro

Can flirt, but only if he doesn't try

Petnames are a hell yea

Gets sunburnt really easily

Group dates with Celesnaegiri and Ikuzono

Can't cook for s h i t

Had a scene kid phase in middle school

Went to the same middle school as Celeste and Maki

Knew them when Celeste went through her "I'm not like other girls" phase and Maki was a Band Kid™

Himiko Yumeno (DRV3)

Female

She/Her pronouns

Lesbian

Can force herself to fall asleep within seconds regardless of where she is

100% forces herself to fall asleep when she doesn't wanna listen/talk to someone

Himiko/Angie/Tenko relationship. I'm calling them the Traffic Light Trio

She likes taking naps in the forest

She prefers enclosed/tight spaces more than open ones

Has several hundred stress balls and squishies laying around

She overheats easy

Shinsou Hitoshi (BNHA)

Questioning his gender, but goes by any pronouns

Knows he's Asexual, at least

Has no clue what his romantic orientation is though

The kind of person to carry treats in his pocket just in case he runs into a cat

Will stop to pet literally every cat he comes across

Great at reading people

Doesn't talk unless it's 100% needed

Hangs with Tokoyami, Jirou, and Denki most often

Aizawa has 100% unofficially adopted him

Fosters kittens

Not a big fan of physical touch

He is 100% in the bakusquad. Anyone who says he's in the Dekusquad is a c o w a r d

He and Tsuyu vibe

Knows a bunch of random facts

Dark humour? Dark humour

*skates backwards into his therapist's room slowly sipping from an absurdly huge cup of coffee* Candice you're not gonna BELIEVE the shit I just went through

In case I forgot to mention it, he skates

Kyoko Kirigiri (THH)

Mtf

She/Her

Bi with female preference

Burns go up to her shoulders/collarbone/chest

Prefers to just listen as opposed to saying anything

Knows a ton of random trivia about everyone else in her class

She keeps a notebook she fills with all the trivia

Doesn't celebrate her birthday. She just doesn't see the point of it

Doesn't hate sugar/sweets, but if given the choice she would choose literally everything else

Cuts her own hair

A cat person

Permanent dark circles

T-Tall 😳

Like,,, 6'1 at LEAST

Only person taller than her is Yasuhiro (6'3)

Canon no longer exist

Ahahaha healthy life habits? What are those?

Can't handle horror games

She's the kind of person you'd go to if you needed to rant but didn't want any advice

Polyamourous yo

Celeste/Kyoko/Makoto

She's a dom yall are just scared to admit it

Tsuyu Asui (BNHA)

They go by They/Them

Lesbian

They and Ochaco are dating

They like to hang with Shinsou

Which mainly just means the two sitting in one of their dorms in near total silence doing whatever

Can speak English and French as well as Japanese

Learned English from cartoons

Picked up French bc they thought it'd be fun

Prefers to stay neutral in the whole Bakusquad / Dekusquad thing

They're invited to all outings/events by/for both squads

They like puns

They're a dumbass but willingly, and for fun

Like "someone says they like dark humour and they'll turn off the lights before telling a joke" kind dumbass for fun

Great at poker

Likes Disney Movies

Very touchy once you get close enough

Not in a sexual way, just likes physical contact

Especially fond of piggyback rides and cuddles

Extreme fear of needles

Entrapta (She-Ra)

She/Her or It/Its

Doesn't bother trying to figure out whether she's cis, trans, nonbinary, or what

Was AMAB though

Short as fuck (4'7)

Strong as fuck though

Cuddle game strong

Physical touch is a fuck yes

Cuddles

Piggyback rides

Hugs

Anything where she's touching someone is wonderful in her book

As long as she's the one that initiates it

Anyone else touching her without her permission makes her freak

Prefers being high up

Makes it harder for anyone to sneak up on her

An ace at video games

When it comes to sexuality she just says she's Questioning

Ibuki Mioda (SDR2)

Any pronouns + Pup/Pupself + It/Its

No idea what their gender is otherwise

Biromantic Asexual

Just likes sexual jokes

Gets distracted easily

Has severe hearing problems

She's plays her instruments as loud as possible, with the amp right next to her, without ANY ear protection

It's caused some damage

She talks so loud bc she has no idea how loud is considered acceptable

Wears hearings aids most of the time

Several piercings and tattoos

Likes hearing things jingle

She has a bracelet with a few bells hanging from it

She'll shake it whenever she's bored

LOVES hair accessories

Ribbons are a particular favourite

Occasionally she'll hang little charms from her hair "horns"

The kind of person who never takes any pills/medicine bc she keeps forgetting she has to

Frequently uses emojis

Skates everywhere but she isn't very good at it

She keeps crashing into everything

Has broken every bone in her body at least 3 times

Most of which was bc she keeps trying to kick in doors and skating down the stairs

Celestia Ludenberg (THH)

Nonbinary

Any pronouns, mainly goes by She/They

Bi, 70:30

Collects mini hand sanitizers and can tabs

Has single handedly gotten Mario Kart, Mario Party, Monopoly, Uno, and Clue banned a grand total of 17 times (and counting)

The kind of person to purposefully target someone regardless of what game was being played

Favourite victim is Byakuya (bc he gets so upset about it and she finds that hilarious)

Mains Waluigi

Celeste/Kyoko/Makoto

Has several banned Twitter accounts bc whenever she's bored she'll start discourse on purpose

Hangs with Korekiyo, Ibuki, Byakuya, Yasuhiro, and Leon most often

It's a weird friend group but everyone's sorta gotten used to it

She and Byakuya gamble together occasionally

She tries to avoid it bc he'll willingly blow his entire fortune in an attempt to beat her

Autustic

Can't stand the feeling of water

Mainly bc she can't swim for shit

Horror movies? Hates them

Gets flustered super easily

Taka is her twin brother

Kotoko, Kokichi, and Gundham are their half siblings (Same father)

Peko and Toko are their cousins

She sucks ass at go fish

Fuck canon she's 4'11 now

C h u b b y

Freckles

Once she gets comfortable enough with herself she dyes her hair in the peekaboo style

Either black and red or black and blonde

Haven't decided yet

I'll be doing Celesnaegiri hcs as a seperate post but I just feel it's important for you to know that she expresses her affection verbally and is a very touchy person

Went to middle school with Maki and Korekiyo

Has horrible eyesight

She wears contacts most of the time but she always puts off buying more

After the 5th or so time she ended up blindly stumbling around a week after her contacts ran out Kyoko convinced her to buy glasses as well

Religious accessories yo

Like chokers and dangly earrings with crosses and pentagrams and shit

Likes wearing wacky earrings

Can run and do all sorts of tricks in heels

She and Mukuro are exes yo

Keeps her hair short so it's easier to manage

Hair never gets longer than her shoulders if she can help it

She seems like the kind of person who'd keep her bangs grown past her eyes regardless of how frustrating or inconvenient it is

She's a sub yall just don't wanna admit it

Funtime Foxy (FNAF)

I'm going on the record to say this

Funtime Foxy is genderfluid and that is that

Goes by Funtime

Any pronouns, They/Them most commonly

Plays music (keyboard and guitar mainly)

They and Funtime Freddy (Freds) mainly play with the kids

Freds mainly tells stories with Bonbon while Funtime more so plays one-on-one

Has nicknames for everyone

Circus Baby - Ringleader

Ballora - Bells

Funtime Freddy - Partner

Bon Bon - Bun

Peril (WOF)

I like both Nonbinary She/They Peril and Mtf She/Her Peril

They're both such good concepts

She's a lesbian, Harold

She only had a crush on Clay bc he was pretty much everything she was supposed to like in a guy

Gimme a moment while I force all my mental disorders onto this poor child

Autistic, Anxiety (Social anxiety, mainly, but she has most types), Adhd, PTSD

I'd like to reiterate yet again that She's a lesbian

Sunny and Glory were her gay awakening

Peril in Book 1: Damn, Sunny and Glory sure are pretty. Anyone would be lucky to date them. Clay would probably go for them over me. He would be stupid if he didn't. I myself would willingly date them over someone like me. They're just so pretty :(

Peril waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of arc 2: WAIT-

Rarepair alert but Peril/Sora

Peril meeting Sora: "Hmmm She's attractive. I would love to date her. Too bad I'm straight and in love with her brother lmao :P"

Peril, a mere month later, waiting for Ruby to leave Jade Mountain, pacing in her cave, running face first into a wall: WAIT-

I remember reading this one amazing story where Sora taught Peril to read/write and Peril found out she set off the bomb and comforted her/convinced her her run so that's canon now

Btw if anyone can remember what that story was called/what platform it was on and could tell me I'd appreciate it very much

I'd even be willing to draw a character of your's or make you an icon or something

I usually don't accept requests bc I get burnt out easy but this is a special case

She runs into Sora again sometime between the beginning of TOP and the end

I like to imagine she just goes wandering around

Anyway she confesses like a mere few minutes after running into her again bc Peril is just subtle like that

The actual confession takes 15 minutes and the entire time Sora is just sitting here like "👁👄👁 sure"

Bam Peril/Sora

Peril plans to keep it a secret for a little while longer but she spends 3 seconds around Clay and pretty much blurts it out

Clay, who wasn't even aware that Peril was a lesbian, is just "👁👄👁"

I wanna say Clay doesn't know what a lesbian is but in my canon Sunny is a lesbian so Starflight has already told him

Anyway he's super supportive

From that point Peril is sorta open about her sexuality?

Like, she gives Clay permission to tell the rest of the D.O.D bc she isn't about to risk being in front of them when they hear the news

(When Sunny starts actively seeking her out as a hang out buddy and Tsunami, Glory, and Starflight appear to tolerate her presence just a bit more afterwards she pretends she isn't confused by the change)

She's pink, white, and blue bc I said so

If you look at a certain angle in the right lighting her eyes, mouth, fire, and under her scales all look purple

But her fire is normally white and blue bc I said so

Also she pale as fuck bc in my canon their fire just sorta burns their colour away

You know how you leave something outside for too long and it gets sunbleached? Where it gets all washed out?

Like that but more extreme

By the age of 10-12 firescale dragons are just white with pale eyes

That's right not even the eyes are safe

Ram horns :P

I'm also fond of Peril/Sunny

Or maybe Peril/Sora/Sunny

But Peril/Sora is the main thing

On the topic of that bringing in my hc that if one sib in a sib group is fire resistant all of them are

She,,, She can change her scale colour

But only slightly and only if her emotions are strong enough

Bc I don't give a fuck about Darkstalker's scroll we were robbed of hybrid Peril

Unfortunately all of Peril's emotions are strong

Rainwing ruff along her head and neck

It's like a hood

It's mainly smoothed to her sides but when she's startled it flares out

RAINWING PUPILS

Y'all will know what those look like as soon as I get off my ass :P

She,,, She can mimic bird cries

Hates the summer

She has more than enough body heat already and the outside is just hot enough to add on and make her feel sick

She can somewhat control her heat but most of the time it's based on her emotions

It can go from standing-in-the-middle-of-a-burning-building-cant-see-your-nose-smoke-is-so-thick heat (Strong emotion) to Hey-thats-a-nice-cozy-campfire heat (Calm/"weak" emotion/Sleeping)

I'm just gonna make a different post with all my Peril hcs cuz there isnt enough room for all of them here

[coveredinsweetpea]

you should do a smut blurb where sweet pea and the reader are studying together and he keeps trying to distract her and begs her to let him give her head. with fluff at the end please 👩🏻‍🦲👩🏻‍🦲 love ur writing 🥺❤️

I went a bit overboard and it’s 2k long and I’m too lazy to edit but i hope it’s not too bad!

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"- so the renal filtration rate is not only affected by the volume of blood but also by the effectiveness of the heart muscle, ok?" you said, drawing yet another arrow, this time connecting the kidney to the right atrium of the heart. Your eyes were focused on the diagram in front of you, taking in how good it actually came out. "Can you tell me how the power of the heart muscle influences the urine filtration?"

It was as if you were talking by yourself, as if there was no one else in the room with you. Rolling your eyes, you turned to look at Sweet Pea, who was busy folding one of his notes into a paper airplane.

"SWEET PEA" you yelled, startling him, which resulted in him dropping the airplane and hurrying to meet your eyes with a confused expression.

"Yeah?"

"The fuck are you doing, oh my god" you scoffed, and walked over to him. Without any kind of notice, you grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the bed where your atlas and all your notebooks were neatly arranged, and motioned for him to lay down.

He did so without too much complaining, and you thought this time he'd actually listen. You explained the mechanism of the vasoactive hormones and their effect on kidneys, and then looked at him again, "Did you understand that?"

"Yea, I did" he said softly, "It's not that difficult, you know"

"Oh, I know" you laughed, "But I'm not the one who's failing this class"

"I'm failing because I didn't go, not because I'm stupid"

"All your friends are down at the docks, while you're here, learning about pee. Tell me again how you're not stupid"

"You're here with me" Sweet Pea grinned, nudging you in the side. His eyes traveled a down your body a bit, before looking at you again. "Don't you wanna-"

"Pea!" you exclaimed, "No, stop trying to distract me. It's enough that you're already distracted, if I am too, then we will never finish this. Ever"

"So..." he teased, "If I'm distracted, I should do something to get my head back into the game, right?"

"What do you wanna do...?" you asked, even though you were already pretty sure you were going to be against that anyway. It wasn't only Sweet Pea missing the party at the docks, so were you. And also the fact that he is wasting all his potential on beer and street fights. It was a shame and you were determined to get him back on track.

"Come here" he whined, throwing his arm around your neck, and pulling you into a kiss. You didn't even get to part your lips before his hands started roaming all over your body. Without effort, he rolled onto his back and pulled up on top of him, hungrily kissing your lips as if you had deprived him of them for too long. And it almost worked, almost had you caving and forgetting about studying.

"Sweet Pea" you scoffed, crawling off of him, faking annoyance, "Stop! Pay attention to this! It's the last chapter, please"

"Ok" he sighed defeated, "I will, for you"

"Thank you" you laughed.

Five minutes later, you were explaining to him the active mechanism of absorption, when you felt Sweet Pea place his hand on your ass.

You turned to look at him confused, but he just sent you a sweet smile, "I'm paying attention. Sodium and Chloride, go on"

Glad he was finally listening, you leaned in for a quick peck on the lips, and then resumed the idea. About 30 seconds later, his hand started moving, roaming around your ass, gripping tightly before he made his way between your legs.

"Why are you like this?" you whined.

"Like what?" Sweet Pea taunted, "You know I was listening to you"

"But if you keep doing that, I'm not gonna be able to concentrate"

"Perfect" he chuckled, slapping your ass.

His fingers dug into your skin, and the pain between your legs was starting to get more and more real. "Stop touching my ass"

"No" he shrugged amused, and moved his hand lower between your legs to apply pressure over your clothed opening, "Come on, you know you like it"

"Of course I like it" you rolled your eyes, "But we have to get this done, please!"

"I know you want my fingers fucking your pussy" Sweet Pea said with a devious smile, his dark eye boring into yours, almost hypnotizing you.

"Pea..."

"What about my tongue, hm?" he suggested, pressing down harder against your clit, "I know you want it real bad, baby girl"

"Let's finish studying and we'll see after" you said weakly, and it was obvious you were more trying to convince yourself rather than him.

"Let me eat you out, angel. I want your pussy" he begged, and his words set you ablaze.

He knew perfectly well what he was doing. "I just wanna taste you," Sweet Pea grinned, and seeing how you weren't declining his offer anymore, he moved to the side and grabbed the waist band of your leggings. He kept his hand in place for a second, and looked up to meet your eyes, "I bet you're so fucking wet thinking about me tongue fucking that pussy, why are you holding back? I know you're dripping"

"Of course I want it, Pea" you panted, and rubbed your thighs together, "But I also want you to pass this class"

"I make you cum, and then you make me smart" he laughed, "Deal?"

You contemplated for a second, and then rolled your eyes, not being able to resist him anymore, "Ok..."

"That's my girl!" Sweet Pea exclaimed with enthusiasm, and then grabbed your hips, pulling your legging and panties off in one swift motion.

You spread your legs for him, and a sweet, hungry smile appeared on his lips, "You're so fucking beautiful" he shook his head and then lowered himself. At first, his lips connected to the soft skin of your inner thighs, as he kissed his was up. His touch was feather light, in perfect contrast with the way his nails dug into your skin. When he reached your core and you felt his breath against your opening, goosebumps appeared all over your skin.

"You really are so wet" Sweet Pea smiled, dragging his pointed finger up your folds.

By this point, you were drunk with anticipation. He was taking his sweet time, as if you weren't riled up enough already. "Come on, Pea. Please" you moaned.

"Look who's begging me now" he smirked, and even though it seemed like he was about to carry on with his teasing, while looking into your eyes, he pushed to fingers inside of you.

The eagerness of his actions made you let out a loud moan as you arched your back, "Pea..."

"Yes?" he smiled, twisting his fingers around, proudly stretching up your walls and knowingly driving you insane.

"Feels real good" you whimpered, already starting to adjust and get used to his fingers.

"Gonna feel way better"

While continuing to fuck you with his fingers, he bent down and attacked your clit with his lips. He created the perfect amount of pressure as he sucked against your bundle of nerves. His fingers kept doing, furiously thrusting in and out of you. Instinctively, you bent your knees and brought your thighs together on either side of Sweet Pea's head. The feeling of his tongue lapping at your core was slowly starting to be too much, and you curled your fingers into his raven hair, gripping his roots to relieve some of the pressure building up inside you.

Out of nowhere, he stopped, and pulled away. As he spoke, his breath fanned against your pussy, giving you an electrifying vibe. "If I could choose how I wanna die, I definitely going for being suffocated between your legs"

"Shit sorry" you laughed, forcing yourself to relax you legs and lay them back down on the bed.

"It's fine, love" he teased, kissing your thigh, "I fucking love it"

Soon after, he was back at it, full force. Pleasure was starting to tickle you all over your body, and it was getting impossible to keep quiet. Moan after moan slipped past your lips, as you struggled to keep your breathing regulated. Just when you thought you couldn't feel any better, Sweet Pea added another finger, and the feeling became to much. You barely got a chance to get accustomed to the feeling before you started to feel your high enveloping you.

"Pea-" you panted, "I'm close"

He pulled away just for a second, "Cum on my lips, love, come on"

When his lips met your clit again, pleasure took over. His name rolled off your lips as you allowed yourself to drown in the mind blowing orgasm he forced upon you. Every muscle of your body spasmed and Sweet Pea kept going until he felt you relax and fall limply against the mattress.

"Fuck..."

"It was good, wasn't it?" he grinned, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. Slowly, he crawled over to you, and laid down by your side, "You have no idea how good you fucking taste."

"Show me" you smiled, and grabbed him by the collar to pull him in for a kiss. When his tongue pushed past your lips, your own taste enveloped your mouth, and the simple thought of it drove you crazy all over again.

After pulling away from him, you wanted to close your eyes and cuddle into his chest, but much to your surprise, he stopped you. "Come on, babe, let's finish that chapter"

His words took you aback and your eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

Sweet Pea hesitated, "I realize I may have been a little bit of an asshole"

"No, baby" you whined, cupping his cheek, "Why?"

"You just wanted to help me" he sighed, slowly blinking as regret was visible in his eyes, "And for almost two hours I didn't even listen to you talk"

"That's ok, Pea" you said sincerely, "I get that you're not in the mood to study, don't worry, please"

"It's not even your grade, but you still came here instead of going out, and all I did was completely waste your time"

"Stop" you whined, lovingly kissing his lips to prove not one single part of you was mad at him, "You'll pass this class, and this will all be over with, and I swear to god, Pea, I don't regret not going out tonight"

"How do I thank you?" he asked sweetly, "What do you want in return for being the most awesome human being ever?"

"Just pass the class, babe" you laughed.

"No, I really wanna thank you. Tell me something you want"

"Hm.." you pouted and then smiled shyly, "A kiss"

"A thousand kisses maybe" Sweet Pea shook his head, "But I'm serious, tell me"

"I don't know" you whined, not finding a way out of this. After thinking about it for a few seconds, you settled on something, "A night in. Me and you, pizza, wine and weed. That's all"

"But, Y/n" Sweet Pea rolled his eyes, "We already to that a lot, like two times a week, at least"

"Well-" you excused yourself, "I love it, that's all I want"

He seemed to have a hard time believing your words, but eventually his eyes started to sparkle, "I have an idea!"

You nodded for him to continue.

"I'll rent one of those hippie vans and we'll do everything you said, but not in this shitty house. We'll go out, like out of the city so we can see the stars and all that cheesy stuff you love"

"Pea.." you whined, "That's too much! And I'd love to say you don't have to, but I really want that"

He looked down at you in awe for a second, before kissing your lips, "I fucking love you, baby girl"

"And I love you, Pea"