#been here long enough you know my ass does not do endings

[multiheadcanons]

MY OWN PERSONALLY LONG AWAITED SEQUEL. MURDERING ASS MERCS.

scout: scout doesn’t put a body on his hands unless he’s asked to. he doesn’t mind, by any means, but he does prefer to just beat someone within an inch of their life and send them home as a warning. that’s his personal preferred method. usually the bodies he’s gaining are from him just… forgetting what he was doing, and realizing he’s mid-swing, and thinking “damn… i guess im killing this guy” and just continuing until they stop struggling. and they see he’s genuinely lost as to what he was doing, and they don’t realize that is not the time to try to plead their case. in fact, he’s more likely to finish the job if they start yapping. then he’s gotta deal with the body. this is much more where he’s suited. he can get a body across town without showing up on a CCTV or a single offhand witness statement. and he’s not bad with a butcher knife. he’s not scientific like the doctor is, nor particularly skilled at butchering, he’s just trying to get the body into the smallest pieces to toss in a bag and sink in the farthest body of water in the state. and the willis family has friends everywhere. he can get it somewhere to get it as compact as possible.

soldier: soldier doesn’t kill people. soldier just does his job. and sometimes that job is making every living thing in the room that did not travel there with him not live anymore, but that’s not killing. that’s him doing his job. though soldier is a verified violent and bloodthirsty man, he’s got some restraint to him. nobody dies by his hand unless he’s told specifically people have to die. once the magic words are uttered, get out of the way. he’s been known for friendly fire when he’s really involved. soldier also doesn’t have a give for his murders. they’re bloody and sometimes fast. sometimes the victims end up in pieces and he’s gotta pick up the pieces in plastic bags. normally, soldiers own body count goes under the radar in comparison to his teammates, who have more gruesome and defining murders. for soldier, if the body isn’t breathing then it’s a job well done. he might take some teeth, or some fingers, or an ear or both of them, but nothing he does can really hold a candle to his more morbid teammates. at least he’s kind enough to make it quick. sometimes.

pyro: the team definitely knows when pyro is in a mood and on a roll, for lack of better term. most people, in fact, who are aware of pyro’s existence will know because the news won’t stop talking about a string of arsons and fire related murders. and when the team looks at pyro and asks “pyro, Did You Do That?” pyro will absolutely get red hot pissed off. yes, they did do it, but holy shit, what happened to innocent until proven guilty around here? why is it okay for everyone else to kill and bludgeon people— hell, the doctor is straight up kidnapping people off the streets and selling the organs but the second pyro kills one measly person it’s a crime? there’s one charred body and now it’s a crime? all of a sudden setting things on fire is a crime? give them a fucking break. get off their tits, clit, dick and balls. are we not all criminals here? do we not all have a side hobby? god forbid pyro has a hobby. pyro is the only mercenary who doesn’t need a reason to add another body to the list. them waking up in a good mood is enough reason for them to go spread some cheer. funerals are fun if you plan them right.

demo: the first of three of the most passionate killers on the team, tavish is a man of action and commitment. he is fiery, and bright, and generally lovely to be around! however demo has a penchant for getting very carried away in the heat of a moment. this can go so well in so many ways (so many ways…) but this can also become a nightmare scenario if demo thinks you’re worth the trouble. sometimes he also cannot help himself. he just gets so mad. and before he knows it there’s blood on his hands and he can’t see very well and he feels… fuzzy. satisfied. exhausted, somewhat. demo also, arguably, has the bloodiest murders on his rap sheet. if he’s got death on his mind, he’s going to achieve it, and the harder the victims fight the worse it will be. and of course, nobody wants to die, and victims don’t realize that when he asks them not to struggle, that it just hurts them both more in the end, they don’t realize that’s genuine. he’ll just slit their throat and let them bleed out if they would let him do that. but they end up unidentifiable. he takes the teeth for that purpose specifically. gives them to the blu soldier. it’s a gift!

heavy: heavy will swear up and down he does not “have a passion for killing”. the team tells him to not make them laugh. the enemy team would just laugh. the second of the three most passionate killers on the team, heavy never realizes how much he savors the feeling of violence because he is mentally checked out. so only the team registers the way he chews at his bottom lip before battle. how he almost seems impatient, no, excited. they’re the ones who register the glint in his eyes when he’s given a new contract, and how he comes back with a bigger ego than when he left. hell, they see the way he treats his guns. the enemy team notices how, even with his hands around their neck, there’s a smile creeping its way on his face as they lose their life. nobody would ever want to be on heavy’s bad side. but heavy doesn’t target people who will be missed, either. nobody really knows what he’s done. he doesn’t find it particularly interesting to talk about in states of sobriety. but both teams are pretty aware as to what he’s willing to do. what he won’t add is that whatever they think he’s willing to do, he’s willing to take it further. on solo contracts, he brings sascha. if it’s just him, he doesn’t mind making a little more noise. he’s not quite competent again until he’s reloading. but he never feels guilty. in fact, he feels great. it’s what makes losing with the team on the field feel so horrid.

engineer: engineer’s criminal record is clean because he has friends in high places. so he’s less a convicted felon and more a cleared person of interest in many, many missing persons cases. many people want to see this specific conagher fry. and most of those people have been taken care of, as well. the third of the three most passionate killers on the team, dell used to be a real spitfire. he would get someone’s existence wiped clean from american records if he didn’t like how they looked at him. and with his more influential friends, he got away and still continues to get away with it. the conaghers have a chokehold on the bee cave and surrounding county politics. and every conagher uses it in their own way. as engineer has grown and matured, he feels a lot more regret about his actions. but they’ve already been done. and if you put him back there, he’d probably do it again. and he will continue to indulge the urge if he feels he has enough reason to. and none of the bodies will ever be found. but with the gravel war, and being on the front lines of it, he gets his fill of violence. he normally has no need to target others. he’s pleased with his share!

medic: the only people who call medic’s long list of egregious acts against humanity “crimes of passion” are people who are sexually attracted to him. and most of those people are promptly dismissed. this isn’t a passion, it’s his career. when business is good, this shit makes him so much money he doesn’t fucking care. the experiments are his passion (but he’s not going to get on the news to explain that). the man makes his money murdering and harvesting and occasionally butchering and selling and framing whoever he can for it. and the man is so big brained in his frame jobs, by the time anyone actually questions it he’s skipped town. he’s taken out so many academic rivals that way. murders are normally coined by the distinct lack of organs. something is always missing. it makes the victims’ families sick. their loved ones will never be whole again. and he doesn’t really give a shit either. firstly, it wasn’t like he autopsied them alive. they were dead before they experienced that, and frankly the drug concoction he gives is quite humane. secondly, the organ was used, or sold. they didn’t go to waste. but they wouldn’t get it. they never do. this is no longer something he has to do. if he harvests the corpses on the field fast enough, they don’t dematerialize. most of the time.

sniper: sniper is arguably the most normal man here when it comes to murdering. he’s not killing people out of a passion of any kind. as a matter of fact, his hands aren’t bloody unless money’s involved. it’s also why his rap sheet is arguably the cleanest, with only a few charges, and none of them are particularly serious. because he will also sell you out in a heartbeat to get a lesser sentence. sniper isn’t a murderer as much as he is a man willing to do anything to keep himself afloat. and he doesn’t think that’s a shameful thing to admit. his survival must come first. whether that’s an honest days of work stocking canned tomatoes or blasting heads, it’s about the money. and one of those, he is really good at and it pays… so well. he’s willing to sacrifice most morals depending on the figure of the check. and he’s clean with it. nobody suffers more than they have to. you could call him the nicest.

spy: there is no such thing as spy showing mercy. spy gets so many solo contracts through mann co, and some unrelated requests that there is never a day spy’s hands aren’t bloody. and most people know when the frenchman has struck. there will always be one clean stab, unless you fought him. then it’s a single stab and a clean bullet between the eyes. unless you really pissed him off. then he might just unload the entire clip. on those, he’s convinced authorities there’s a copycat killer out there, even though they haven’t caught the first one yet. spy is one of the few mercenaries who still kill recreationally. though it is very rare nowadays, when spy gets an itch, every county he steps in goes into martial law, because he doesn’t leave without a minimum of five bodies. and there are never survivors. then he goes back to the base and watches the news segments. the team will join him for this, since he rarely shows himself in the base. only a few have had the sense to ask whether he had something to do with it. he answers with another question: “did i?” the team finds the question off-putting. it never seems like spy gets pleasure from murder on the battlefield. so they don’t imagine him being the type. and they would be right, it’s not a joy he gleans from it. it’s just a form of control he exercises over others when he feels like he’s unable to control anything else.

[path777]

darling: document title 천사 생일 anyway happy birthday angel i wish you happiness forever i'm sorry this birthday post is filthy and absolutely nasty. sorry

a bunch of stuff.. noona kink size kink graphic pussy eating whatever. squirting.? i usually characterize better than this but i started this one when i was baby carat so. anyway who gaf let's get into it

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when you walk in, jeonghan is laying stomach-down on his bed, fully unclothed save for the pair of white socks on his feet which reach just above his ankles. there’s a purple dildo in his mouth, and he’s licking up the length of it with his eyes closed. he pulls away from it when you walk in, clearly embarrassed but trying to pretend otherwise, a thick string of saliva connecting the silicon and his lips. he swallows. 

“hi,” you say, trying to hide your smile, putting your bag down on the floor. “what do you have there?” 

jeonghan shifts on the bed, the sheets rustling as he did so. “a dildo.” he’s still holding it in his hand, the entire length of it practically glistening with his spit. 

“uh-huh,” you reply, taking off your coat and walking towards him. sitting down on the bed beside him, you place your hand on the small of his back. “who are you practicing for? shua? coups?” 

jeonghan laughs a little. “those guys don’t deserve my practice.” he’s told you a little about their escapades. “it’s- ‘s for you,” he says instead, ducking his head. the tucked strand of hair behind his ear falls like curtain between you - you see the tips of his ears turn red instead of his cheeks. 

“for me?” it’s your turn to laugh. “jeonghan-ah, i don’t have a-“

“i know!” he interrupts you, shy but bright - it’s uncharacteristic of him and so, so intriguing. “i know that, obviously.” it’s said with a little bit of attitude, like, you’re stupid for thinking that i would be that stupid, even if it was to tease me.

“i don’t know,” he says like he does, in fact, know, and tucks his hair back again to turn to look at you. “just- i was thinking of you, while- while i was-“ he stops, cheeks reddened. 

“tell me more.”

“thought about you pulling my hair. fucking my mouth.” jeonghan turns over then, dildo still clutched in his hands. your eyes are immediately drawn to his cock, flushed red against his stomach. he was clearly rutting against the bed before you entered, and what a lewd picture that paints — jeonghan fucking his mouth with a dildo, riling himself up, his own cock rubbing helplessly — needily — against the sheets. “i almost died, felt it all the way down here,” he tilts his head back just slightly and touches his adam’s apple, “i could feel my throat stretching to fit it.” 

he adjusts his position a little, recalling the scene in his mind. he had been trying to relax his throat, relax the muscles there fighting to contract against the intrusion. it had just barely worked as he felt himself start to gag at the last second, throat choking and pulsing around the silicon. but it had felt strangely good — the stretch of his throat accommodating the thick dildo leading him to rut needily underneath him, the friction of the sheets against his cock — already leaking and wet — eliciting soft whiny noises from him. 

“thought you would make me take it anyway, no matter how big…” jeonghan looks at the dildo in his hands, embarrassed and a little guilty, “as if you were doing me a favour, knowing that i like it.” 

“noona, i want- i want-” he continues, eyes big and doelike, gazing up at your from his place on the bed. “can i…eat you out?” it’s not a strange request from him but it is one out of place, with his state of undress and your state of, well, not — not to mention the desperate state of his arousal. 

jeonghan takes off only your skirt and panties, leaving your blouse intact. if he looked lewd before, he looks unbelievable now, with his gaze on your cunt, eyes hungry, and his cock hard and leaking but still untouched.

and nobody eats pussy better than jeonghan — not because he’s particularly skilled, but because he just loves it so much. it’s in the ravenous way he pulls down your panties and licks his lips at the sight of you, glistening with slick. it’s in the first lick of his tongue, flat and wide, clear in an attempt to try to taste as much of you as possible. and he always moans, after that first lick, like he’s eating his first meal in days. and he continues this way, messy and wanting, without a care for the kinds of obscene noises he’s making, or with the amount of slick getting onto his cheeks. 

usually, this makes you want to hold him down and ride him until he cries, but today was a little different. cheekily he laps at your cunt, nosing at your clit lewdly. his moans are obscene, exaggerated — provocative. 

it’s like he wants to make you do something about it, like place a hand at the back of his head and shove his face deeper in your cunt, or tell him that he’s a messy slut who loves to get his face fucked. 

“jeonghan-ah, you’re being so sloppy. are you even trying to make me come? do you just love my taste this much that you’re trying to have it for dinner?”

“noona- ah-!” his voice comes out muffled and wet, your hand on the back of his head. “noona always tastes good, mmh-” he mumbles into your cunt, tongue lapping at you without pause. 

“you’re so good to me, jeonghan-ah. such a- mmh- good girl for noona,” the pet name slips out of you carelessly as he suckles at your clit, but he pulls away sharply. “say that again,” he says, before leaning back once again. “say-”

“want me to call you a good girl? my good girl?” jeonghan moans against your cunt in lieu of a response, the ends of his hair tickling your thighs. and from this angle he really does look like a girl, a crown of blond hair surrounding his face, obscuring any features that might tell you otherwise. his tongue is laving flat against your pussy, licking sloppily, almost lapping up your slick. “i have such a sweet girlfriend,” you coo. “i’m so lucky to be with a cute girl like you who loves to get her mouth fucked.” jeonghan’s lips wrap around your clit and suck, drawing a broken whine out of you, “god, hani, you’re so good at that, fuck-“

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“you’re so tight, baby,” you murmur, two fingers inside jeonghan up to the second knuckle. “you’re a virgin here, right, hani? my girlfriend’s first time getting fingers in her sweet little cunt? how does it feel?”

“feels good,” he responds, lips parted, eyes glassy. “feels- different.”

“different how, angel, tell me,” you coax, wanting to hear more. jeonghan’s voice is wet, thick with arousal when he continues, “feels like- feels like ‘m gonna come just on your fingers- ah- feels so-“ 

“oh, is that what it is?” you tease, “you’re feeling sensitive because no one’s ever touched you here before? inside this pretty cunt?”

“no- never, never-“ jeonghan chokes, hips rolling down in sync with the motions of your digits. “please, more, want more-“

“again,” you request, fingers curling, stroking at his prostate. 

“please, please give me more, mmh- my- my cunt wants it, wants it so bad-“  

“jeonghan-ah, you have to relax. you’re already clenching so tightly around just two fingers, how are you gonna take my cock?” you scissor your fingers to emphasize your words. “you’re so tight that i feel like i can’t pull my fingers out. what, you like it this much?”

he makes a soft noise like a whimper, “‘s my first time-“ he moans as you start rubbing against his prostate, “i’ll be good, i promise, i’ll take all of it, whatever you give me-“ he breaks off with a choked whine, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you massage that spot with your fingers. “i’ll be good, i’m your good girl, mmh-“ your relentless massaging of that sweet spot has left him boneless, leaning back onto you with nearly all his weight. his cock, pink and pretty at the beginning of this evening, is flushed red and wanting, obscenely leaking from the tip. “look your cute little clit, angel, it’s all swollen,” you murmur. “will you touch it for me? touch your sweet clit for me?” your words send something of a spark down his spine, and his hand reaches forward to stroke at his cock. using the copious amounts of precum, slowly he works his fingers up and down, moaning and whimpering uncontrollably with the stimulation, both himself at his cock and you at his hole. “noona, wanna- wanna come, please-“ he whines, voice high and wobbly. “touched my- my clit like you said, gonna come-“ his cock is twitching and jumping at every sensation, clearly sensitive, “noona- please let me come, i’m yours, this pretty clit is yours, my cunt is yours, please-!”

“i might have to plug you up, hani, you love it so much- look at you, sucking my fingers in like that. what do you think, hm? a nice, thick plug buried inside you all day, feeling it when you walk, when you sit. when you dance. nobody but you and i will know that my sweet girlfriend has got a thick, fat cock inside of her, has been deep inside all day, and she’s been trying her best not to come at any moment, into her undies like a slutty little girl.”

“fuck-!” jeonghan swears, his voice pitching up like a squeal. “it’s so big, why is it so big- mmh- oh-!” he covers his face with the crook of his elbow, lips quivering as you settle the strap all the way inside him. “feels full, so full- how is it fitting-“ you adjust your position, jostling the silicone inside him. jeonghan whines, loud and obscene, rocking his hips in search for that same sensation. words burst from him like a breaking dam, 

“i’m yours, your good little girlfriend with a sweet cunt that needs to be fucked- ngh- ah- my tight cunny’s all yours, i’m your good girl-“ jeonghan chokes out, his cock leaking more precum between your skin with every word. “oh god, you’re so big- ‘m gonna come, ngh- gonna come on your thick cock noona-“

he feels like a rag doll underneath you, body shaking with every thrust - but he’s taking it so well, every movement of your hips burying your strap as deep as possible inside of him. “feel it in my stomach noona, oh god-“ jeonghan places a palm over his stomach as you fuck into him relentlessly, “please, i’m- ‘m too full-!” and he comes then with a cry, ropes of white shooting from his cock. but you don’t stop or slow down your harsh pace, continuing to fuck him full of the strap. 

“noona-! noona, noona, noona-“ jeonghan wails, trying to twist away from you to no avail. “i came already, i came untouched, just for you, just from fucking my pussy, please-“

“sorry, jeonghan-ah, but noona knows that this pretty cunt can take another, hm? don’t you wanna squirt for noona?” 

he feels like a live wire; every touch of yours setting him alight. your hand reaches around, wrapping around his cock, softening and still sensitive. he’s a mess, too fucked out to even speak as your every thrust and jerk of your hand brings him closer to yet another release. broken moans and whines fall from his lips as you take your pleasure from him, a litany of noonas and pleases like music to your ears. it doesn’t take long for him to come again, his cock dribbling out liquid with the consistency of-

“oh my god,” he gasps, “oh my god,” he says again, moaning as he releases more into your hand. “noona, i- it’s-“ he looks embarrassed at the pleased look on your face, “noona-!” he whines, pouting. “don’t look at me like that. go run me a bath.”

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extra extra read all about it (aka snippet that didn’t make the cut):

“jeonghan-ah, one day, here’s what we’re going to do. i’m going to put your hair in a neat braid, gonna do your makeup all pretty and put you in a little dress - something soft and cotton - and we’re gonna go out shopping. people will think you’re my best friend, hm? we’ll link arms and kiss each other on the cheek, and you’ll blush for me, hani; yes, just like that - nice and pretty. oh, did i mention that i’m gonna plug you up beforehand? something sizable and thick, just how my girl likes it. i’ll pull you into some store. grab something random. the attendant’ll let us share a dressing room, she’ll think our friendship is sweet. i’ll lift the hem of your skirt up, and you’ll be leaking already, the condom on your cock already filling up. it’s a miracle no one saw your cock through your dress - that wouldn’t do. you’ll whimper in my ear, rutting your cock on my thigh like the slutty thing you are - my girlfriend all worked up, always so desperate. you like that, hani? you’ll look like such a sweet, innocent girl - but secretly has been needing her mommy to fuck her all day long, dripping wet and horny, as if she were in heat.”

[bravewolfvesperia]

/ Since I mention in my pinned post that this blog has some changes from canon, I'm going to make a rundown post that I'll be linking in my muse info on my blog. My timeline post covers some of this too and has other things canon to my muse that aren't here because they're timeline based and not direct changes based. I'll update this as needed.

Repede had another owner before Yuri got him in the game. I'm combining this with FS. Thus, Repede would have been basically an infant when he and Lambert ended up with the knights. From there he took to Yuri as he did in the FS drama CD so Yuri was primarily in charge of Repede during his stay with the knights, but he and Flynn raised Repede together as is in line with the game. This means they continued raising him together even after Yuri left.

In the JP version of the game, Yuri says he was with the knights for a short time but doesn't specify how long that time was, so I'm completely yeeting the "three months" dub aspect from this blog. I can't reasonably assume he signed up, took the exams, went into training, went from errand boy to battle status, then went on normal missions and left in the span of three months. So as usual, we're following the JP timeline. Generally anything the dub makes up or actively changes from the original context/tone gets yeeted here.

In the FS drama CD, Flynn is extremely repetitive about Yuri quitting the knights and with his nagging. At least with @mistralxsoul and anyone else who prefers it the following way in threads with my muse, we're toning it down because it just feels absolutely batshit to us how bad it is in the drama CD (it's worse than even the movie itself).

Since the timeline for Yuri and Flynn's knighthood conflicts super horrendously between the novel, FS/FS drama CD and the game, I'm mixing all of it together (primarily because I consider the novel more canon than the FS drama CD). Basically (for my muse), they signed their names and didn't take the exams immediately, but when they eventually did it was at least a couple years later, due to Yuri still having his teen appearance when he signed his name to join in the novel. This is because otherwise, if I average my muse's teen age out to be fifteen/sixteen and his age to be about eighteen/nineteen in the knights, it would mean he'd been with the knights (including training, etc) anywhere from 2-4 years if his sign up was immediately after the novel's events. If they were to sign up and join immediately after the novel timeline, it also makes even less sense because Flynn's attitude in FS and his relationship with Yuri (and remember, the FS drama CD comes before the movie's timeline and Flynn was even worse about Yuri's attitude in the CD) would seem like it literally 180'd overnight.

So basically, to avoid all this insanity, a short summarized timeline for my muse would be: they signed up but didn't join right away, Flynn moved away and was gone for a couple years or so after the events of the novel, both of them changed in personality/behavior drastically in that time, they met up at the exams, they went into training, they got sent to Niren's squad, they were more errand boys than actual knights when they were still super fresh newbies and Yuri was extremely annoyed with that, they were actual knights for a while (I'm going to say Yuri was a knight for at least six months or more, especially if I consider the trajectory of Flynn's behavior toward him in the drama CD through the end of FS), the events of FS were not one straight timeline and things happened between the days etc etc, then Yuri left.

Following the game's drama CDs, Yuri hesitated a lot more when Flynn was injured at Zaude. If not for Flynn nudging him to go after Alexei even while wounded, Yuri wouldn't have left him there.

Following the same drama CDs, it's Raven and Repede who find and look after Yuri when he wakes up after Zaude. That is to say, Repede was already with Raven and lunged when he sniffed out Yuri in his room (super doggo powers). Raven followed Repede in a panic, who ran to Yuri's room upon realizing Yuri was there, and Raven finds Yuri awake but right in the middle of passing back out (the sound is basically Raven's voice being distant with some ringing, so it's from Yuri's point of view that Raven is trying to get him to steady himself but he passes back out). Raven takes care of him from there until he's recovered properly enough to go back. In this time, Rita did investigating and eventually, with the others minus Raven, went to Zopheir after deciding they couldn't dawdle and just wait in their grief. While they're there, Yuri and Raven have headed out after them and show up together and reunite with the rest of the group. Raven has already been updated on what Yuri knows from Duke at this point (Duke saved him as usual, but the drama CD changes come in after that), so the two of them update everyone else.

In the game, there's a skit with Yuri, Flynn and Karol where Yuri mentions "playing in a river", but in the novel, they were actually getting water at the river and the other kids were playing in the river when they got attacked by a monster, fell into the river (Yuri also mentions (I thiiiink in another unrelated skit) that just falling into "a river" was enough to panic him), and Flynn grabbed onto a merman. For my muse, I'm just going with Yuri simplifying the situation to Karol while keeping the novel's event as my muse's canon.

[babyboy555777]

Overheard

Summary: Rafe over hears you and Sarah talking about your night at the beach with a hookup.

CW: possessive Rafe, rough sex, name calling, unprotected sex (wrap before tap), bit of choking and hair pulling, forced to stay quiet, mirror sex. (Should be it)

(Did not proofread bc this took me so long already.)

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You and Sarah had been friends for years. You moved to Outer Banks as a child and took quite a liking to Sarah and her family. You were always known to drop in whenever you felt needed. You shared many nights at their house and basically became a part of the family.

On this specific day it was like any other. You hopped in your jeep and quickly sped off to Tannyhill. Soon arriving in the circle driveway of the mansion you quickly got out and headed to the door knocking loud, so you were heard.

The door was swung open by none other than the snarky stuck-up brother of your best friend, Rafe Cameron. “You don’t have to knock.” He sighed “you basically live here anyway.” He scolded you. You pushed past him and into the entrance way of the house.

“Where’s Sarah?” Rafe shut the door and then pointed up the stairs to her room. “Where she always is waiting for you.” You nodded your head at him giving him one last look before making your way up to her room. He watched as you quickly sprinted up the stairs. Watching as your hips moved and how your ass was in perfect view.

He shook his head relieving the thought of you knowing how wrong it was. Soon he made his way up the stairs as well to his own room that was until he heard you talking in a not so quiet voice to his sister.

"I wouldn't say it was awful, just not what I wanted." Sarah cocked a brow to you. "Well, what did you want. I mean you wanted to have sex with him, right? What more could you want. You practically begged me for his number." She chuckled.

"Yes, I did." Rafe moved closer to the crack in the door leaning his ear closer. He listened closely to your words. "What does she mean" he thought to himself.

Yes, Rafe knew you, but he thought he knew you well enough. He never saw you as the type to beg for sex with someone, or much less really want it.

In his head you always were the type to never come off as sexual but definitely not innocent. He truly just thought that in this world full of sex you had no idea what you were doing or had any care for it, and he was so wrong.

"Okay yes I wanted it. Like the party last week, I wanted to just be dragged off with him somewhere because I thought he'd fuck the shit out of me. See that's what I wanted." You crossed your arms and huffed.

"Okay, then what happened that you didn't like? Was it the fact it was on the beach or like what?"

"I guess the best way I could put it is I wanted it to me more filled with lust and desire. I wanted it to be rough and I wanted to not be able to walk today." You chuckled along with Sarah.

"Well how did it go for you?" You sighed trying to think back to last night. "Well, he took me out on the beach, and he had a blanket with him. Talking happens and whatever and I end up straddling his lap."

Sarah nodded her head waiting for you to continue, but Rafe stood out the door as he held his breath. He was pissed. You fucking some other man and he didn't even do it right pissed him off more. But he stayed quiet.

"We made out a bit and I started to grind on him a bit. Obviously, he got a rise up, so I got all cocky and pulled his dick out. After a few moments of me just doing my thing, I pulled my bikini bottoms off and rode him. He was like..." You paused trying to find your words.

"It was like he never wanted it to end and not saying I don't like that, but I asked if he could get on top and we'd go faster he just straight up refused. Which basically dried me up and I didn't even want to do it anymore."

Sarah tried to hold back her laughter. "Hey, it's not funny I'm being dead serious." You smacked her arm but laughed as well.

Rafe was the only one not laughing. Red filled his face with anger, and he scoffed at your words. "Didn't even fuck her the way she wanted. What a pussy." He thought.

"Well maybe you'll find someone who just rocks your world." Sarah smirked. "Yeah, as if." But only if you knew what little plan Rafe had planted into his mind.

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That same day you had planned on staying the night with Sarah. Of course, to everyone in the house it was no surprise. It was now late at night and Sarah was asleep. However, you sat awake in her bed scrolling mindlessly on your phone till a text popped up.

"Come here."

You read the text from Rafe. Confusion spread across your face. You texted back.

"Sarahs asleep. Where are you?"

"My room. Just come here you won't wake her, she's a heavy sleeper."

You sighed and turned off your phone placing it on the nightstand beside you. Slowly you rose up from the bed making your way to the bedroom door making sure to stay as quiet as possible.

You looked back at Sarah one last time before closing the door. You slowly tiptoed your way down the hall to Rafe's room. You raised your hand to the door knocking slow and quiet. Soon Rafe opened up the door nodding his head telling you to come in.

As you walked in you looked around the room that was dimly lit by the small lamp setting you realized you had never seen Rafe's room before. "I have never been in here." You turn back and look at him leaning up against the door. "Cleaner than I thought." You chuckled.

He shrugged. "Don't know why you'd ever think that. I believe I come off as a clean person." He paused. "Unlike you." You looked at him confused for a moment as he stepped closer to you, his rich cologne filled your nostrils.

"I heard you. Talking to my sister earlier today." He walked behind you. "How you wanted to be fucked hard." He leaned in closer to your ear whispering. "How you want it to be filled with lust and desire."

His words sent chills down your spine and your own words choked up. "So, fucking dirty and here I was thinking you didn't care about these things." His hands slowly made their way to your hips giving a slight squeez.

"Rafe..." You spoke barley above a whisper. He smirked against your neck placing a small kiss right below your ear. "Is that what you want? To be fucked like the whore you are?"

Your legs squeez together trying to release some of the tension that was building up. You let out a shaky breath as one of his hands trail down to the waistband of your sleep shorts.

"Is this what you want?" He whispered. You nodded your head squeezing your eyes shut as he played with the waist band. "Words."

"Yes, I want this." He slid his hands down your shorts. Two of his fingers rubbed against your folds. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. He rubbed circles around your clit as your hips moved forward chasing his touch.

You let out a small moan and immediately Rafe slaps his hand onto your mouth. "What you want the whole house to hear? As much as I'd love to hear your pretty little moans you need to keep quiet."

You nodded your head frantically. "Good girl." Rafe then removes his hand from you making you whine at his loss of touch. He stepped back from you grabbing your hand and leading you to the bed. He pushed you down on the bed and you let out a gasp.

He crawled on top of you and basically ripped off your clothes and his throwing them on the floor. Rafe started to kiss your neck earning a small gasp to leave your lips.

"Rafe please..." you whine out. "What do you want?" He smirked against your neck. The words couldn't seem to leave your lips as he left a bite on your sweet spot right below your ear.

"Don't go quiet on me now." He rose up to look at you. "Tell me what you want." You started to bite your lip at the sight of him. The sly smirk planted across his face. His shoulder muscles showing more featured as he held himself up.

"Fuck me Rafe...." As soon as the words slipped from your lips it felt like sweet honey on his tongue. He spread your legs open, and you wrapped them around his waist trying to pull him in.

"So needy?" He chuckled making you want him even more. "Rafe..." You breathed out. "Words sweetheart." He smirked once again. "Rafe please fuck me." Your wish was his command.

He lined himself up to you and without warning slammed into you making you let out a loud cry. He quickly slapped his hand over your mouth. "Shut the fuck up." He groaned out.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he thrusted into your cunt hard and fast. "You feel so fucking good. Holy shit." His words were breathless as if he blurted them out of pure pleasure.

His hand still planted on your mouth as the other held your waist tightly. You threw your head back at all the new pleasure rising in you. Rafe looked down at you smirking at the absolute complete mess you were in this moment.

"You like how I fuck you. I bet that pussy boy could never be like this with you." You moaned against his hand as the words leaped off his tongue.

As Rafe pounded into you harder and faster the headboard started to move. He let go of your waist grabbing the board holding himself up as he stayed covering your mouth. You watched his muscles tensed and sweat glistened on his body.

All the pleasure plus the view of him really added onto you forgetting about your shitty hookup. "Fuck..." He groaned out throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

In an instant Rafe grabbed you off the bed still fucking you and took you into the big bathroom inside his bedroom. He turned you around facing the mirror. "I want you to see that pretty little face when you cum for me. A face you'll never see without me fucking you like this."

He held your mouth again making you look at the beautiful mess you were in the mirror. Him pounding in and out of you. Your breast bouncing. Him making direct eye contact with you through the mirror itself.

Muffed moans and him slapping his thighs against your ass echoed through the tile walls. As you could feel your peak approaching you closed your eyes. "No." In one swift move he wrapped his hands around the back of your hair forcing your eyes open to see yourself.

He smirked as he watched you bite your lip holding back you loud beautiful moans. With a few sloppier thrust Rafe was chasing his own high. Throwing his head back as he pounded into you. "Fuck me." He groaned out.

Your high had reached his peak biting your lip so hard blood started to form. Rafe grabbed you pulling you against your chest holding your neck. "Come on baby." He whispered in your ear making you crash.

Your legs started to shake and the image of you two in the mirror was all too much to handle. Rafe started to come down from his own high. His thrust and movements slowing down as his hot liquid shot inside you.

Rafe turned your head towards his planting a sloppy wet kiss on your lips and he pulled out of you. Rafe pulled away, and you both panted for air more than ever. "That's how you should be fucked." A smirk planted across his lips.

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CAN'T SLEEP LOVE !

synopsis : you can't sleep, and your pretty best friend sure as hell isn't helping !

an. i have no idea if the synopsis is grammatically correct but it sounds funny so idrc, enjoy !

you can't sleep. you really tried, but you're too aware of the body next to you and that body's warmth against your face.

katsuki's been your best friends for as long as you could remember, this was normal. he'd been sleeping over at your house for years when you were younger, it was only normal for him to sleep at your place now. of course, of course.

but what you hadn't planned out was the fact that you couldn't sleep tonight, so when you blink one eye-then a second one open to look at him, you're not very surprised to see he's fast asleep. he’s always been a stickler to his bedtime.

and you're not very surprised to see how gorgeous he is. he’s always been a pretty boy after all.

katsuki's been your best friend for as long as you can remember, and you've been in love with him just as long.

he looks so pretty like this. peaceful and asleep and breathing so softly, so relaxed. you wonder what he dreams about. he probably dreams about blowing up sheep instead of counting them, the thought makes you snicker quietly.

"you sound creepy giggling to yourself like that."

you jump, the surprised little noise you let out makes him smile, still with his eyes closed. so, so pretty. in the most asshole-ish way.

"you're awake ?!" you don't know why you insist on whispering.

"obviously." you don't know why katsuki bothers on whispering either.

"what does that mean ?"

"means how the fuck am i supposed to sleep with you breathing heavy like that ? you snore loud."

you shove at his shoulder and his eyes snap open so you really get to look at him while he laughs at you. you hate him, and fuck does he look pretty. he shoves you back and you land on your back dramatically, huffing up at your ceiling.

"go back to your own house then, loser. you don't have to keep squatting at my house." you cross your arms under your blanket.

katsuki scoffs, he knocks your leg with his under the blanket when he’s had enough of you ignoring him and when that doesn't work he tugs the sheets to pull them closer to him. just to piss you off, cus he can. you groan, tugging and pulling, trying to get away from the cold air. screw his stupid pro hero muscles.

to your surprise, katsuki pulls you closer the moment he gets the opportunity. you lay stunned in his arms, an awkward sound dies inside your throat. he yawns, making himself more comfortable.

"i'm not squatting nowhere. you're the one that let's me in here all the time." with that comeback, it's obvious you've been friends for way too long.

friends, huh.

you make yourself comfy in his arms, despite yourself. " so it's all my own fault is what you're saying."

"yup," your best friend responds without missing a beat "glad you put two in two together so quick." katsuki hisses when you pinch his back and pinches yours in retaliation. but he doesn't allow you to go any further, squeezing you tighter in his arms.

"besides, i bet it comes in pretty handy for you, your creepy ass gets to watch me sleep." you stiffen a bit in his hold but relax quickly, you cover your surprise with a scoff.

"get over yourself, please." you spit "nobody in the world sucks your dick harder than you do."

katsuki clicks his teeth when you giggle at your own joke. "shut up." is all he manages, you laugh harder and katsuki pokes a finger in the back of your neck to make you squeak.

"it has nothing to do with you, i just couldn't sleep." you explain, yawning at the end of your sentence. your nose picks up the scent of his nape and you quickly look away. katsuki hums almost to himself, he shoves a harsh palm behind your head and pushes it closer to the warmth of his chest.

“close your eyes then.” he says it so easily you scoff.

“oh that’s genius! why didn’t i think of that ?” you hum sarcastically. katsuki chuckles lowly, unsurprised. he pinches your side again.

“smart ass.” he settles, and it’s quiet again. but you find that snuggling close to him like this makes your eyelids a bit heavier. you hope he doesn’t notice how your arms slowly creep up to his side to settle there, but you doubt it considering the quiet breath he draws in as soon as you do.

“ ‘s somethin’ keeping you up then ?” you don’t know why he’s insisted on whispering again.

you you want to say, “just..stuff.” you whisper back. “i’m surprised you’re still awake, though. considering you zonk out at like—six.”

“no i don’t, you fuckin’ liar. m’not a fuckin’ grade schooler.” katsuki snaps. you giggle, knowing your next words will absolutely piss him off.

“right, my bad..seven then.”

katsuki doesn’t respond and instead decides to use all his might to try and crush your spine, squeezing you tight, oh so tightly between those huge pro hero muscles as you shriek and wheeze out puffs of laughter. he stops after you claw at him some, muttering a quiet “fuckin’ brat.” under his breath. “stop dodgin’ my question, hate when you do that.”

you sigh as he loosens his grip, feeling your heart pounding. katsuki had been your best friend for years, and you’d loved him since forever, now would be the perfect opportunity to tell him. you’d been thinking about this for years now. you could do this !

and when you look up he’s already looking down at you and that’s when you decide…

nope ! you always had tomorrow !

(except in your field, tomorrow is never guaranteed, but you decide to not think about that too hard right now.)

“no, it’s nothing. honest.” you smile to yourself when you hear your katsuki scoff in response. you tuck yourself into his chest selfishly “why were you up anyway ?”

“..couldn’t fall asleep either, i guess.” he responds, clearing his throat.

“something keeping you awake, then ?” you parrot. but he doesn’t laugh like you expect or even roll his eyes.

he looks off into space for a few seconds and then back at you, like he’d done before. katsuki had always been a phenomenon that managed to grab—to steal would be a better choice of words—anybody’s attention. he didn’t ask for you to pay attention to him, he’d always commanded it. that’s how you ended up being his friend all those years ago and that’s certainly how you ended up here.

he’s the one looking down at you, searching for you yet you feel like you’d always be drawn to him no matter what.

“just…stuff.” he parrots. he’s still staring so intently. so pretty.

“what stuff ?” you insist, your eyes itch a bit because you don’t want to blink yet, you don’t want to miss his eyes yet.

katsuki squints, you don’t know if he doesn’t want to blink either or if he thinks this is a competition.

“you stuff.”

and that makes you blink, you catch his lips twitch like he’s holding back a smile. clearly, he thinks he’s won.

“..me stuff ?”

he has the nerve to roll his eyes. his arms around you squeeze “you’re on my mind, shit stain.”

and despite his rude nickname, despite the way your nose scrunches at him your heart throbs and beats so hard you feel it in the tips of your fingers. you grip the material of his shirt to try and keep a semblance of composure.

“so…i’m keeping you awake then ?”

“took you a while to figure that one out.” he sasses, obviously embarrassed he looks away. you take the opportunity to press a giddy kiss to his cheek, right on top of his scar.

you pull back just enough to see how his eyes widen, it’s his turn to grip onto you now.

“what a coincidence, i’ve been thinking about the same thing.”

it’s completely quiet for a moment. katsuki slowly blinks at you as he computes what just happened.

“...you’ve been thinkin’ about yourself?”

“about you, you absolute doofus—!” your laughter is cut off by your best friend eagerly pressing his lips to yours.

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Homie Hopper!

College MHA boys x f! reader!

In which after getting your little heart broken, you get passed around your local University’s hottest friend group! Everyone needs those slutty College years!

Smut Series! Pt 2 here

A/N: I would just like to make it clear that I do not condone some of the behaviors in this series! It is a bit problematic, but it is all just for funsies! Solely for entertainment purposes so just keep that in mind. Also i love sero can you tell. Anyways, enjoy!

Cw: SMUTTT!, lots of different kinks n stuff, sub! Denki, name calling, p in v, reader has female anatomy, reader essentially gets passed around

Katsuki Bakugo as The Shit Talker!

- Katsuki Bakugo is the one who started it all, your hot neighbor who threw parties your ex boyfriend never let you go to. Bakugo always gave you shit for it, saying you were ‘too young and pretty to be tied down’.

- As fucked up as it sounds, he gets excited one day when he spots you getting home super late one night in an oversized hoodie with mascara stained cheeks. And he considers just marching right across the hall when he notices you took all the posts and highlights of that fucker down on your insta.

- He’s even more excited when you finally show up to one of his parties. That is until you get wasted way too fast because you haven’t been out in years and end up crying over your shitty ex boyfriend.

- Katsuki Bakugo, who lets you make it up to him the next day by using you like a toy.

- Bakugo, who says the nastiest things when he’s deep inside of you.

“All my friends wanna fuck you, you know? But I get to go first”

“Can’t believe you were hiding this slutty pussy from us this long”

“Always knew you were a fucking slut”

“Your loser boyfriend ever fuck you like this?”

“Stop mph! fucking running from it!”

-He has your face pressed into the mattress, a hand on your head and one of his feet planted flat on the cushion. You’re drooling due to the way he drills into you, fucking you like he hates you.

- You guess you should have expected him to be so rough. Tough exterior and all but this is so much more than you could have ever imagined. He does not even give you a second to breathe, constantly snatching every bit of air from your lungs with each powerful thrust.

-His headboard bangs against the wall obnoxiously, he warns you not to hide your pretty little noises either or else says he’ll fuck them out of you. He even tells you to shut the fuck up when you whine about your neighbors-or Kiri.

-Katsuki Bakugo who has you in a headlock when you finally cum, back pressed tightly against his front as he thrusts up into you. His free hand pinching and rubbing your clit furiously. “Cum f'me pretty, then I can fill you up till it's coming out yer fucking mouth". His words are enough to make you gush around him, tight pussy squeezing him like a vice. But he’s not done talking shit yet, of course not.

"Better not waste a fuckin' drop. Maybe Kiri'll wanna fuck it back into you. He’s into nasty shit like that"

- Your cry out at his words, his finger remains at your clit but now rubbing at a much slower pace which ensures you let out small whines every few seconds. Still fucking into you so brutally your body begins to tremble. "You like that? Dirty fucking girl, want us to share this sloppy pussy?"

"Mm yes! P-please! Won't tell anyone" You nod frantically, a part of you so fucked out you are unaware of what you're saying. This is so unlike you, truly.

Bakugo's dick made you go dumb, fucking stupid actually. It sets the catalyst for a series of the most unhinged decisions of your life.

-It feels like little explosions eat up his entire body as his seed finally shoots inside you, there's so much it has already begun to leak out. "No, no, no! Keep it in there!" He slaps your ass and lets you finally fall back down into the mattress.

You're a crying mess, you don't even notice it. But he does, of course. Grabbing your (face) cheeks and squeezing with one hand. "Aw pretty girl, you cryin already?"

- Katsuki Bakugo, who is being a complete hypocrite, he's fucked out already too, fucking himself into overstimulation currently as he fucks his own cum back into you. "Such a crybaby. M'not even done with you yet"

Ejirou Kirishima as The Big Boy!

-Ejirou Kirishima-Katsuki’s roomate who invites you over to his parents house (who are out of town) so the two of you can ‘workout’ in their home gym. One month after what took place with his best friend.

-You can’t help but remember the blonde’s words, something about the red-haired man fucking his cum back into you. He wouldn’t, would he?

-He’s such a sweetheart! He opens and closes the car door for you, makes you a protein shake with his own recipe! Even brings you a little snack and tells you how pretty you look in your gym set! The man has even offered to take you and your roomate’s trash out before because ‘ladies shouldn’t be walking around by themselves at night’. He’s just such a gentleman, you can’t imagine him doing anything nasty in his life.

-Ejirou Kirishima who works out for all of about twelve minutes before lifting you up against the wall and gives you the most passionate and sensual make out session you have ever experienced.

-He moans against your lips sweetly, going down to kiss every inch of skin within reach.

-Ejirou Kirishima-who has the biggest, fattest cock you have ever seen in your life. It almost scares you because how the hell is that going to fit?!

He notices your worries, softly smooching the corner of your lips. “You can do it pretty girl, I know you can” His hand gropes your ass, a harsh contradiction to his sweet voice. “Bakugo says you’re a good girl, huh?”

-He manages to bully his fat member inside of you. The stretch is delicious yet painful. You squeal as he sinks deeper, nails digging into his bare shoulder.

“Shit baby you’re so tight for me” The man exhales loudly, hot breath hitting your bare skin. “Wanna hear you scream”

-Ejirou Kirishima, whose wish is answered when he finally picks up the pace. The ease in which he fucks you, holding your weight up entirely only adds to the experience.

-He’s just so strong and big. It makes your ankles cross and eyes roll to the back of your head. He’s so proud of it too-as he should be. He works very hard to maintain such a physique, he does it not only for himself but for pretty girls like you.

It’s obviously working, whimpers and whines escape your lips. Mouth stuck in a constant ’o’ shape and eyebrows furrowed. “S-so big! Fuck!” You cry, giving your very best attempt to bounce back on him. But it’s hard, almost every signal in your body is telling you to push away. It’s too much, the pain of his fat tip smushing against your walls. Yet another part deep within had you convinced that you can take it.

-You open your eyes to catch a glimpse of the sinful sight through the wall length mirror. His frame is so large you are hardly able to make yourself out, whole body covering yours. His back muscles on full display, you watch them move under his skin. The back of his bulging biceps accompanied by little grunts. “So strong Kiri ohmygodd! So good so good, so big!”

-“You like when i use you like a little dolly?” You nod, unable to speak even if you tried. “Love this big dick, huh?”

“Yes! Yes!” You are screaming at this point, in a way you have never done before. You had no idea this amount of pleasure was even possible. You should have been single a looong time ago. “Love it s’much!”

-“Cum on this dick gorgeous! Make a mess please!” He’s so cute, he still says please.

And you’re such a good girl that you just have to do what you’re told-juices gushing all over his abs and dripping down his thighs.

-Ejirou Kirishima who kisses the ache in your thighs before fucking you again in the hot tub. And then in his childhood bedroom.

Hanta Sero as The One Who Talks You Through It!

- Hanta Sero, who somehow becomes your smoking buddy after being paired up with you on a project. He was so funny and cute and you just had to get his snapchat!

-Hanta Sero, who knows his friends had already fucked you but doesn’t really care who came first or second. He just wants you…..bad.

- After a couple smoke sessions he decides to just go for it, glossy red eyes taking in your entire figure as he moves closer. Grabbing your chin and kissing you skillfully, tongue rolling against yours.

- Hanta Sero, who has you in his lap, chin resting on your shoulder with your legs spread wiiide. His legs trap you on either side so you are unable to move and squirm away the way your body tells you to. You have no choice but to take his long digits that are furiously fingering your cunt.

You’re a moaning mess, head thrown back against his chest as he coos in your ear, talking your head (more like pussy!) off. “Ahhh does it feel good mamas?”

Brushing a piece of hair out of your face he continues, strong thighs still keeping yours in place. “Such a pretty little princess pussy”

- Most moments you have no idea what he is even saying, every single one of his words goes straight down there. “So messy” His hand places a firm, wet smack! against your soaked core. “Hear how wet you are for me?” He continues to finger you, picking up the pace with an almost obnoxious squelching noise that accompanies his every move.

The vibrations of his movements shoot up your body, his fingers feel robotic with the way they do not falter. And then he starts curling them to brush against that sweet spot.

It’s not much longer after when you squirt all over his fingers and sheets with a loud cry. And he is sure to maintain eye contact when he brings his hand up to lick clean of all your juices, muttering something about how sweet you taste.

- Hanta Sero, who has you on your back a minute later-one hand on the headboard and the other keeps him steady as he pounds into you, lazy red eyes stuck on all of the faces you make. The way your titties bounce with his thrusts. You’re driving him crazy.

-“Fuck, Fuck princesa. You feel how deep I am?” You only nod, his long curved dick takes the words out of your mouth. “M’in your fuckin’ guts”

-He brings his body down to get closer to you, arms hooking beneath your shoulders to bring you closer to him. One of his hands pushes your head down to force you to watch his sloppy thrusts with the way he slams! you down on his cock.

-Hanta Sero who gets excited when you finally have the energy and brain capacity to talk, telling him all about how good he is. “So deep Hanta….can feel you in my tummy” You pout and it makes his dick twitch. You’re too fucking cute.

He almost regrets putting a condom on, he wishes he could feel the real thing. Make no mistake though, he is enjoying himself to the point where his toes begin to curl as he blabbers nonsense. “Taking it so good for me baby, such a good princess”

-His dick is firmly pressed against the spot you need it the most. You are unable to stop the squeals and whimpers coming from deep within, sloppily rocking your hips against him. He takes notice of this, locking his hips to continue to rub against the spongy walls that make you cry out like this. “Let it out mamas, wanna see you cum again”

- You don’t need much encouragement to coax the orgasm out of you-one that is mind-melting and makes your insides feel fuzzy. “Mm Hanta! Cumming f’you baby”

- Hanta Sero, who moans so loudly when he feels your walls spasming around him. He has to grab onto your hair for comfort-you’re practically choking his dick.

- Hanta Sero, who leans in close to whisper in your ear as you flutter around him. “Just like that baby” He kisses your cheek, a sweet gesture which is quite opposite to the mean snap of his hips. “Come on, come on give me more”.

- He’s practically snatching your soul out of your body, your mouth agape and wide as your body trembles, listening to his words. “Just a lil bit more mama, I know you can do it”

“C-cant!” You squeal but your legs betray you, locking themselves around his hips, he couldn’t move much even if he wanted to. So he uses the opportunity to do slow, exaggerated thrusts into you.

Tears prick your eyes as you do nothing but take it and whine. Hanta keeps on talking though. “Shhh it’s okay mamas….I know you can take it” And then he squishes your cute little face in his hand. “Right? You gonna take more f’me?”

-“Y-yeah”

- Hanta Sero, who is such a blabbermouth that you should not be surprised to find out how talkative he is during sex. Who continues to let you know you are welcome over any time and sends you the filthiest text messages. Ones you respond to with cute little emojis letting him know you’ll be on the way.

Denki Kaminari as ‘The Munch!’

- Denki Kaminari, who feels left out as he is the only one in the friend group who hasn’t fucked you! The other guys have nothing but good things to say about you and even still consider you to be a friend! So why can’t he have a taste? He’s the one who pointed you out to them in the first place!

- Denki Kaminari, who finds himself sitting next to you one night at a end of year party. The two of you being DD’s for the night, which means you are the only sober ones. And you talk for hours, seeing as you’ve known each other since freshman year and have remained relatively close since then. Which means he’s not afraid to ask.

“So what’s wrong with me?”

“Huh?”

“You fucked all my friends and not me? I’m hurt!” He sounds genuine, a hand placing itself atop his chest in offense. “Is it something I did?”

“Shut up!” You grumble, taking a hit off of his puff. “And no! Of course not!” You chuckle, blowing out the smoke directly in his face. “Just didn’t know you even thought of me that way”

- Denki Kaminari, who scoffs at your words. And here he was thinking it was obvious. Even back when you had a boyfriend he would always tell you that he could treat you better but you always thought he was joking! He was a jokester, that was like his thing!

- Denki Kaminari, who is deadly serious when he leans in closer to ensure you hear his every word perfectly.

“M’not hotheaded and ripped like Bakugo. Or big and strong like Kirishima. Or as tall as Sero or nearly as charming”

“You think Sero’s charming?” You laugh.

“Dude’s got game” Denki loves the way you giggle. “But I got something none of those fuckers do”

“Mm?” You raise an eyebrow curiously, a sweet smile on your face as you lean in closer. Lips mere inches away from him. “What’s that?”

“Promise my tongue is better than any of those assholes. Can make you see stars using just my mouth” He speaks so smugly, so confident.

It’s the most attractive he’s ever looked.

- You take him up on his offer, letting him lead you to an empty room upstairs where he doesn’t even wait for the door to click before smashing his lips against yours. Hungry hands grab at your waist and ass, then your tits and hair.

-Denki Kaminari, who keeps true to his word and has you seeing stars in a matter of minutes. Whose hands are holding yours as his face is nuzzled into your heat, breathing in your scent as his tongue works its magic Whose dick twitches every time you squeeze his hands and every time you try to let go he grabs it back, interlocking your fingers with his.

- His tongue swirls circles around your clit, causing your hips to bump up against his face-which makes him moan into your folds. Pulling apart for a second to admire the glossy mess before diving right back in

-Denki Kaminari, who is almost pathetic with the way he slurps you up like he is starving for your pussy. Constantly moaning into it as if he is getting any kind of relief out of it. Oh but he is, he could stay between your thighs for hours.

Whose skilled tongue somehow knows all the right places, eventually he has you rocking against his face as the only thing audible besides your loud desperate moans are the even more desperate slurps coming from him.

- He fucks you with his tongue until he is so deep that it makes him gag. But he does not stop, not even when his dick begins to ache from how hard it is. He fucks you with bis tongue until it hurts and you are a shaking mess, having finished three times already. No fingers involved.

-Denki Kaminari, who somehow convinces you to ride him into oblivion afterwards, shaky legs and all.

- His whines are so pathetic and hot that it unlocks something deep within you. A feeling you had never experienced before. Causing you to go rough on him, pulling his hair and whining when he begs you to do it harder! You aren’t sure who’s moaning more between the two of you.

- Denki Kaminari, who has shivers go up his spine whenever you dig your nails into his biceps, hips bouncing up and down as if your life depends on it. “Please scratch me up baby! Feels s’good”

- You even choke him a bit which is a thing you had never done before but just felt so right in the moment. The way he moans confirms that he enjoys it just as much as you did.

- When he cums, he cums hard, thick ropes spurting out into the condom as he moans freely. His hips rock up into you for more stimulation as he rides out his high.

“Oh shittt didn’t know you were such a freak Y/N!” Denji jokes, poking you in the side and you giggle.

He moans at the way you clench around him when you laugh. It makes him want to make you laugh more.

- Denki Kaminari, who showed you just how much you enjoy whiny subby men!

- And even to this day the whole friend group does a double take when you walk by, always offering to do stuff for you or hold open doors. (Except Bakugo of course). But they all make it more than obvious you are welcome into their beds anytime.

[itneverendshere]

can we get kelce's sister and bsf rafe first time saying i love uuuu

want your two hands on me like my life needs savin' - r.c (+18)

pairing: kelce's sister x hockey!rafe warnings: smut; fluff.

You didn’t plan to wear it at first. 

The jersey had been sitting in your closet for a week—custom-ordered, stitched with Cameron across the back and that big captain “C” on the front.

It was a joke at first.

It’s not a huge deal, right? You just bought a jersey with his name on it, but it does feel like you’re wearing a piece of him. It’s softer than you thought it would be and when you tug it over your head, it swallows you completely.

#91. CAMERON.

You sit at the edge of your bed, legs bare, phone lighting up beside you with a text from Rafe. “Leaving the rink now. Be there in 20.”

Three little hearts at the end. He’s been doing that lately.

It’s only been a few weeks since you stopped pretending, the casual hookups turning into forehead kisses and falling asleep on FaceTime more often, lazy sunday morning spent together. You haven’t talked about it too much. It’s just been… happening.

You're his, he's yours.

Tonight, he’s crashing at your dorm after practice, a normal Friday thing now. Rafe’s been on fire lately, always pushing himself, and he’s been hinting at how tired he is, but still—when you think of him on the ice, you can’t help but smile. Cocky bastard, you think, and it makes your chest tighten with something warm. 

You get him.

You glance at the clock—he’s almost here. And suddenly, there’s a flutter of nerves in your stomach. Is he going to notice? You’ve been asking yourself that all night. You already know the answer.

Rafe notices everything when it comes to you.

You can’t sit still long enough to wait. You hop up and head into the bathroom, turning on the warm light and grabbing your cleanser. It's automatic now—your little skincare routine—except your hand shakes a bit when you twist the cap off your moisturizer. 

You feel ridiculous, getting butterflies over a guy you've known most of your life, but it’s Rafe, and this thing between you isn’t what it used to be.

He’s yours now, or at least, he’s becoming that.

You swipe on some toner and glance at your reflection. Your cheeks are warmer, your hair a little messy from tugging the jersey on, and the neckline hangs wide, exposing your collarbone. You press your lips together to stop the smile that creeps up anyway.

You want him to like it.

There’s a knock on your door, familiar because he always knocks, even though you tell him not to.

Your heart leaps as you scramble to dry your hands on a towel and dart out of the bathroom, your bare feet soft against the floor. You hesitate for a second before opening the door, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of the jersey.

Rafe’s still in his hoodie, hair damp from the quick shower he took at the rink, hockey bag slung over his shoulder. He’s already pressing a kiss to your lips— his I missed you without words.

“Hi, princess. Coach was on our ass tonight,” Rafe groans as he steps past you, already shrugging off his jacket first. “It’s like he thinks we forgot how to play defense overnight or somethin’. My legs are shot. I thought Kelce was gonna throw his stick at him.”

He tosses his bag toward the corner like usual and flops onto your bed with a heavy sigh, face first into the comforter.

You lean against the door, watching him grumble into your sheets like a kid who didn’t get picked for recess.

“He had us doin’ suicide drills for no reason,” his voice is muffled now, face buried in your pillow. “Said we were getting lazy. I’ve been skating since eight a.m.”

He kicks his legs a little like he’s tantruming, then flips onto his back with an arm flung over his eyes. You bite your lip to keep from laughing, arms crossed loosely as you inch closer.

God, he’s dramatic.

“He was bitchin’ about backchecking the whole time like—bro, maybe we’re not covering the zone because you keep changing the damn lines every game.”

Your smile breaks through then, no point hiding it. He’s completely unaware, sprawled out across your bed still half-talking into the sleeve of his sweatshirt. You know you should be listening to his complaints—he always gets like this after a bad practice.

You tug the jersey down a little, like that’ll somehow make it more noticeable.

“You done sulking?”

Rafe groans again, dramatically. “Never.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Unless you’ve got food,” he mumbles. “Or a massage. Or—” He cuts himself off mid-sentence, goes eerily quiet as he lifts his arm off his face and finally looks at you.

You watch his eyes drag down, his brain needing a second to catch up. His mouth opens a little, only a sound coming out—a pleased grunt that makes your stomach flip.

“What,” you say innocently, pretending to adjust the sleeve.

You glance down, your bare legs brushing the edge of the jersey as you cross your arms loosely over your chest, a little shy all of a sudden.

Rafe props himself up on his elbows, eyes on you properly for the first time tonight.

“Is that…” His voice goes soft. “Is that my jersey?”

You try to play it cool, but there’s a smile pulling at your mouth. “You like it?”

“That’s my jersey.”

“Yeah."

“With my name on it.” He stares for a second, brain buffering. Then: “Baby.”

It’s not simply a reaction, it’s more of a full-body. He sits up, scoots to the edge of the bed, eyes dragging from your thighs all the way up to the bold white #91 on your chest. 

That little captain “C.” His name across your back.

“You got that made?”

You nod, chewing on the inside of your cheek to hide the grin. He reaches out, pulling you in between his legs, fingers brushing the hem where it hangs past your thighs. Shit, the way he always looks at you—you don’t think anyone’s ever looked at you like that before.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you say, voice suddely meek. “Wasn’t sure if it’d be… dumb.”

He doesn’t say anything right away, but his hand lingers on your thigh, a little shaky, and when he looks up at you again, he looks wrecked. Not in the tired-from-practice way, but in the holy-shit-I’m-so-down-bad-it’s-physically-hurting-me way.

You’re still trying to play it cool, but inside you’re screaming. You’ve never had this before, this type of affection, someone who made your skin feel like it was buzzing just from how softly they touched you.

You’re not the type to get giddy over guys, you never have been. Boys have always called you pretty and meant it, but not like this. No one ever made you want to wear their name or feel soft.

“You’re wearin’ my fuckin’ captain patch.”

Your grin spreads.

“Fuck,” Rafe mutters, breath catching in his throat. He runs a hand through his damp hair, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy with disbelief. “You’re gonna kill me. You know that, right? Just—wearin’ my name like that?”

Your heart flips. “Too much?”

He laughs like you just asked if the sky was too blue, pulling you forward by the hem of the jersey, letting his forehead fall to your stomach, lips ghosting over the fabric like it’s sacred.

“No,” he mumbles. “Not enough.” He looks up at you with that lazy, crooked smile that always gives him away. “You look better in it than I do.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause I’m not covered in bruises and hockey tape.”

He huffs a chuckle through his nose and leans in, pressing a kiss to your hand. 

“No, I’m sayin’ it ‘cause it’s true. You look…” His voice trails off like he’s not sure what word to land on. You can feel his breath against your skin. His eyes flick up to yours again,. “…really fuckin’ cute, actually.”

You roll your eyes, playful. “That so?”

He nods like it’s obvious. “I should be mad.”

You tilt your head. “Mad?”

“You know how many fights I’ve gotten in over that jersey? I bled for that thing.”

You laugh, “Okay, relax, Captain Cameron.”

Your fingers instinctively thread through his hair, and you swear you feel him melt into it. His eyes are gleaming, but there’s something almost shy in the way he’s looking at you.

“Baby, I swear to God… I’m never recoverin’.”

You blink, stunned. “You’re being dramatic.”

Rafe looks up, dead serious. 

“I’m not.”

He pulls you into his lap and you let him, settling with your knees on either side of him, the jersey pooling between you. His hands slide up your thighs, squeezing gently at the skin.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this.”

You don’t say anything—only take in the way his lashes fan out, how his hands feel like they were made to hold you. The jersey slips even lower as you lean into him, trying to give him more to look at, and his fingers flex at your thighs again.

You trace his jaw with your knuckles. “You scored a hat trick last weekend,” you tease, “That’s gotta count for something.”

Rafe huffs a laugh, but he’s not paying attention to your words anymore. His hands travel up, brushing under the hem now, and your breath catches as his palms smooth over the tops of your thighs, slipping beneath the oversized fabric, thumbs pressing into your hips.

“You like it?”

 “Way too much.”

You hum, smug. “Good.”

“You gonna wear it next game?”

“I dunno,” you say, feigning nonchalance. “Might be bad luck.”

He immediately looks up, scandalized. “Don’t say that. That’s slander.”

You laugh, and the sound makes him grin like a fool all over again.

“Guess we’ll see,” you murmur, leaning down just enough for your noses to bump. “Depends if you score or not.”

“Not enough,” he murmurs, “You sittin’ here, wearin’ this—lookin’ like mine—that’s… that’s what I want every day.”

You don’t even mean to kiss him first.

You tilt your chin the slightest bit, mouth already parting as you lean in—and Rafe meets you halfway. You both tend to forget how much you missed each other during the day. 

You gasp into it when his tongue meets yours, Rafe hums low in his chest like you just did something to him. His hands are yanking you closer, gripping your skin, one hand slipping up your back beneath the jersey and pulling you flush against him.

The kiss is a little messy, but sweet. Your mouths move together like you’ve done this a thousand times, which you have. His tongue brushes against yours again, coaxing, until you’re the one deepening it, leaning into him, fingers curling tighter in his hair.

You tilt your head, giving him more, and he takes it greedily—lips parting wider, tongue stroking against yours, his hands still roaming, one slips around to your stomach, splaying wide over your ribs while the other cradles the back of your neck.

You moan quietly into his mouth, and he swears, “Jesus, baby…”

You think, for a second, he might lose it from just kissing you, yet you’re the one whimpering in protest when he pulls back, not meaning to—but it slips out, breathy and sweet, and it does something to him.

“I used to dream about this,” Rafe quietly confesses, thumb sliding under your chin, lifting it so you’ll look him dead in the eye. “You. In my jersey. Lookin’ at me like that.”

Your breath catches.

“I used to think—if I could just get close enough, if I could just have you—once—I’d be good. That’d be enough. I’d be fine.”

You blink at him, wide-eyed, lips still kiss-bitten, and you don’t even realize the way you’re looking at him until his thumb touches your cheek again, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You try to scoff, play it off, but your voice comes out all breathless, no one’s ever made you feel like being adored by you was some kind of miracle. You can feel the puppy-eed look on your face, helpless and a little (a lot ) in love, making you squirm in your skin.

“Don’t look at me like that, Cameron,” you whisper, nose brushing his, your fingers still curled in the hem of his hoodie.

Rafe huffs a quiet laugh, tucking his face into your neck, hiding his red cheeks. 

“Can’t help it.” He kisses your shoulder, right where the jersey’s slipping down, then your collarbone, then just below your jaw. “You wearin’ my name,” he mumbles between kisses, “You know what that does to me?”

You bite your lip, grinning even though your heart’s doing that ridiculous flutter thing again. “Tell me.”

“Drives me fuckin’ crazy,” he breathes, mouth dragging up your neck, open and unhurried. “I already wanna fuckin’ worship you every time you let me touch you, but now? Wearin’ this?” His fingers tug at the jersey again, knuckles brushing just under the hem where your thighs part around his hips. “Lookin’ like you belong to me?”

You breathe a shaky giggle, threading your fingers through his hair again. “I do, though.”

His eyes flutter close as his palm slides between your thighs, thumb teasing lightly along the inside. He kisses you again, slower this time, you feel it in your knees, in your chest. 

You tug at his hoodie, pouting when he doesn’t move fast enough. “Take this off.”

Rafe grins against your mouth. “Bossy.”

He shrugs out of the hoodie as you help him tug it over his head. The second it’s gone, your hands are on him, greedy palms smoothing down the ridges of his abs. You’ve touched him a hundred times, but it never gets old—he feels borderline feverish.

His hand is already slipping up your back again, this time under the jersey, dragging it torturously up your body until he’s got just enough of it bunched to see the edge of your panties. 

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, thumbs grazing under the swell of your breasts. You tilt your hips without thinking, grinding against him, and Rafe curses under his breath, eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck. Do that again.”

You roll your hips slower this time, and his hands shoot down to grab your ass, holding you still as he groans into your shoulder. 

“I’m tryin’ to make you feel good.”

His hands slide back up your thighs to hook around your panties and tug them down. You gasp when he slips between your folds, already slick for him, and he bites his lip at the sound.

“You like wearin’ my name that much, baby?”

You nod, unable to lie. “I like bein’ yours.”

You can feel him hard beneath you, pushing against your thigh, and it makes you squirm without thinking. Your body reacts before your brain can catch up—tilting your hips again, rocking down as he shudders beneath you.

You rest your forehead against his, breath shaky. “I can’t stop thinkin’ about you.”

“Yeah?”

“All day,” you whisper, your lips ghosting over his. “It’s like—I see you on the ice, and I just… I wanna make you feel good.”

You can’t stop thinking about the last time he was in your mouth—how he’d gone quiet, which Rafe never does, and then grateful, in that wrecked, stunned way he gets when you’re on your knees for him. You remember the weight of him on your tongue, the way he’d filled your mouth—your throat—how he tasted.

His hands start to move again, worshipping the skin there. “You’re already makin’ me feel good, baby.”

You shake your head, teasing your nails lightly down his stomach. “Not like that.”

“Y-you—fuck, you sure?”

You nod, nose brushing his cheek. “You’ve been workin’ so hard. You’ve been takin’ care of me... I wanna take care of you. All I’ve been thinkin’ about,” you murmur, “is gettin’ on my knees for you.”

He swears under his breath, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”

You lean in, lips at his ear, just brushing. “I can still taste you in my mouth sometimes. You know that?”

You start sliding off his lap, never breaking eye contact as you sink to your knees in front of him. The jersey sways around your hips, and Rafe’s pupils blow dark at the sight.

You press your palms to his thighs, spreading them just enough, and reach for the waistband of his sweats. He lifts his hips without a word, in a trance—and you free him, hard and flushed, already leaking at the tip.

You forgot how pretty he is like this, he’s so hard he’s pulsing, and all you’ve done is talk. You look up at him, wrapping one hand around the base, tongue darting out to taste him.

Rafe hisses, head falling back to the wall with a thunk.

“Shit—baby—don’t tease.”

You simply continue to brush your lips over the tip like a kiss, while Rafe’s hips twitch as he hisses through his teeth. You start with your tongue, kitten-licks over the head, catching the salty taste of him. You swirl your tongue around the crown slow, your spit mixing with his precum, lips shiny, mouth open like you’re hungry and still deciding where to start.

Rafe’s hand twitches like he might grab your hair—but he doesn’t. He fists the sheets instead, knuckles white.

“You said you liked when I took my time,” you murmur, thumb brushing just under the head.

“I—fuck, baby, I—” His voice catches, hips jolting like he didn’t mean to move. “You—you got no business bein’ that good at this—Jesus—” He cuts off again, panting.

He lets out a strangled noise when you flatten your tongue again, dragging it along his length as you bob your head, unhurried. Rafe’s breathing gets heavier, just needing to touch you. You pull off with a sticky pop, precum stretching between your lips and his tip, grabbing him by the base. A thick string of saliva lands right on the tip and drips down the length of him. 

"Still with me?" you tease, all innocent doe eyes.

He looks down at you with his mouth open, like he’s not even sure where he is. 

“Holy fuck,” he whispers. “Baby, what the—fuck.”

You giggle, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb, and go back, twisting at the base, your fist stroking in tandem with your lips. He lets out the dirtiest groan yet, hips lifting helplessly off the bed

You spread it with your tongue, lapping up your own spit, moaning filthy, tasting something sweet. You drag the flat of your tongue up the underside, slow as hell, then do it again, eyes fluttering like you’re savoring it.

Rafe looks like he’s about to explode, neck strained, chest rising. “You—fuck, you tryna—tryna suck the—soul outta me?”

You take him in, inch by inch, lips stretching around the thick head until it presses against the back of your throat. You sigh gutturally, and the sound destroys him, letting out a broken moan that sounds like it got torn out of his chest.

Rafe’s hips jerk, “Oh my God—fuck—” His whole body tenses when you hum in response, all innocent, tongue still teasing the slit. “I—I swear to God, you’re evil,” he chokes out. “That mouth—Jesus Christ.”

You pull back, let him slide out, then suck him back in, deeper this time. Your hands are on his thighs, steadying yourself, mouth sloppy and wide around him. You’re obscene with it—licking, spitting.

“Just wanna take care of you,” you whisper, mouth still wrapped around him.

You bob your head slowly, then faster, then slow again, dragging your tongue along the underside every time he slips out. Your hand strokes what you can’t take, the other trailing down to squeeze his thigh.

Rafe’s noises turn to curses.

“Shit—shit, baby, you’re gonna make me lose it—look at you, fuckin’—droolin’ on it, fuckin’ suckin’ me like that—you love it, don’t you?”

You nod with him still in your mouth making him groan louder, his hand tightening in your hair, not pushing, because he doesn’t need to.

You start to fuck your own mouth on him—faster, fluids spilling out the corners of your lips, dripping down your chin. You can hear it, the lewdest sucking sounds filling the room.

“Jesus Christ,” he growls, hips stuttering up into your mouth. “You want it all, huh? You want me down that fuckin’ throat?”

One of your hands dips between your own thighs, to relieve the pressure, but you don’t stop—don’t even slow down. You take him deeper, swallowing around him, until your nose is pressed to his stomach and your eyes are watering, tears tracking down your cheeks.

“Fuuuck—fuck, I’m gonna—baby—”

His thighs are shaking, both hands in your hair now, voice all broken.

“I’m—’m coming—fuck—’m comin’, don’t stop—”

You don’t. You hold him there, let him fuck your throat through it. He groans so loud it echoes, his whole body going taut as he spills down your throat, and you swallow every drop, moaning like it’s everything you ever wanted.

You stay there, mouth still around him, until he whimpers and pulls you off, chest heaving, eyes wild. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, still panting, on your knees, looking up at him like he’s the only thing in the world.

Rafe’s flushed all the way down to his chest—and you’re not even pretending to hide how pleased you are with yourself.

You lick your lips slow, watching him twitch, his hand flexing against the sheets, you know he’s fighting the urge to grab you and manhandle you like a doll. His eyes meet yours, you barely get a second to breathe before he’s tugging—hard—yanking you back up onto his lap like you’re oxygen and he’s suffocating.

“C’mere,” he mutters, voice gritty, desperate.

You straddle him again, dizzy from the sudden movement, but you don’t miss the way his hands go straight to your ass cheeks. His lips crash into yours, tongue and teeth and need—devouring the taste of himself off your mouth.

You grind down into his lap on instinct.

“Fuck,” he breathes, hands already sliding under the jersey, he has to feel your skin again. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

You laugh against his lips, dizzy.

“I thought that already happened.”

He growls low in his chest, you’re not helping by feeding the fire.

“You don’t get it,” he grabs a fistful of the jersey, just enough to mouth at your tits, hot and open-mouthed. “You—this—fuck. You’re mine.”

Rafe sucks one of your nipples into his mouth with no warning. His tongue is warm circling before he pulls back with a nasty pop, breath hot as he groans down your sternum. You can only take it, fingers tangling in his hair as he licks a stripe over your chest leaving it soaked.

“Please,” you whisper, aching. “Please, Rafe.”

“Say it again,” he begs into your chest, tugging your panties to the side like it’s nothing, unable to wait another second. “Say my name like that.”

You cry it out for him—Rafe—and it breaks him.

He doesn’t waste a second.

One hand hooks under your thigh, the other around your waist as he lifts you just enough to line himself up, and then—he sinks you down on him in one slow stroke that has both of you gasping like virgins.

You cling to him as your body stretches to take him, nails digging into his broad shoulders, forehead pressed to his. “Oh my God,” 

“You were made for me,” he rasps, biting your jaw, your neck, sucking dark bruises into your collarbone, marking you up everywhere his jersey doesn’t cover. “My pretty girlfriend.”

You moan again, moving your hips slow at first. He’s swearing under his breath, kissing you like a man starved—open, desperate, the kind of kisses that make your head spin. He whispers filth between every one.

“Fuckin’ dream about this, baby,” he pants, forehead still pressed to yours. “Used to jerk off thinkin’ about you like this—wearin’ my fuckin’ name, grindin’ on my cock, makin’ all these fuckin’ noises—Jesus.”

You let out a breathy sound into his mouth, hips picking up pace, the sound of skin on skin echoing around the room. You’re soaked, clenching around him.

His thighs flex every time he thrusts up into you, his grip on your ass is ruthless—palms spread wide, pulling you down, guiding your movements with punishing control.

“Bounce for me,” he mutters, breath hot at your neck, voice soaked in affection. “Just like that. C’mon, baby, give it to me.”

You’re overwhelmed by the stretch of him, the way he fills you and stays there—so deep it’s hard to breathe. His hands slide from holding to gripping, then smacking, the sound echoing off the walls.

You yelp, melting when the sting fades into warmth.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” He soothes over the spot he just slapped with his big hand, rubbing circles over your skin like he can feel your heartbeat through it. “Look at that. Look how good you take it.”

Another spank, and then he’s pulling you forward, hands splayed across your ass as he presses you down to his chest, holding you there while his hips fuck up into you with brutal thrusts. Your chest presses against his, sweat-slick, and he wraps an arm around your back to keep you close.

His mouth is right at your ear now, breath ragged. “You want it harder?”

You nod helplessly, whining, and he snaps his hips up into you so hard you see stars.

You cry out, eyes rolling, clinging to him, knowing you’ll fall apart otherwise. He’s thrusting up into you in the meanest possible way, fucking you through your grind, relentless.

“You like that, baby?” he grits. “Like gettin’ fucked in my jersey? Showin’ everyone who you belong to?”

“Yes, Rafe—oh my god, yes—”

He sucks another bruise into your throat, tongue swirling over it. “Gonna make you scream my name, baby. Make you feel me tomorrow. You want that?”

You nod again, tears pricking your eyes from how good it feels, how deep he’s hitting, how much he’s giving. He slows his thrusts just a little, drawing them out, dragging the head of his cock against that spot that makes you twitch, again and again.

You're both gasping, foreheads pressed together, lips brushing, mouths open needing to taste each other to survive. Your hips falter, he helps you—guiding you, pushing you down onto him.

“You gettin’ tired, sweetheart?” he coos, kissing your neck between thrusts. “S’alright. I got you. You just hold on to me, okay? Lemme do the rest.”

And you do. You bury your face in his neck, clinging to his shoulders, completely at his mercy as he fucks up into you from below. Your jersey’s bunched at your ribs now, and his name is plastered across your back like a brand.

He notices, of course he does, and groans so loud it makes you clench around him. “Wearin’ this while I’m buried in you."

You’re both so touchy now, hands roaming without direction—his palms easing up your back under the jersey, yours dragging nails lightly down his spine.

You’re soaked, trembling, lips brushing his as you whimper, “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop.”

His eyelashes flutter, mouth open, breathing you in. “Couldn’t even if I w-wanted to.”

Sweat drips down his neck, and your lips chase it, tongue darting out to taste him. Rafe pulls back just to look at you, your kiss-bruised lips, the warm skin of your cheeks, the wet glint of your eyes as you roll your hips again and clench around him.

“Fuck,” he breathes, voice breaking. “You—baby, you feel so good—I can’t—”

You kiss him before he can finish, moaning into his mouth, your body knowing his better than you do. His hands stay locked on your ass, until your pelvis grinds against his and your clit drags along his skin just right.

His name leaves your mouth like a prayer.

You’re both glistening with sweat now, bodies slick where they slide together. His forehead touches yours again and again—kissing, bumping, anything to stay connected. Your jersey clings to your spine, stuck to your damp skin, and when Rafe fists it at the nape of your neck, it pulls taut across your shoulder blades.

And God, he loves that.

“Mine,” he whispers against your lips. “You fuckin’ mine like this.”

You nod, helpless, letting him rock you through it. “Yours,” you gasp, grinding down as he bucks up again. “Always.”

He whimpers, the kind of sound he’d be embarrassed to let anyone else hear.

Rafe’s hips stutter beneath you and his grip gets tighter, fingers digging into your ass so hard it might bruise. He smacks you again—muttering a curse when you moan into his open mouth.

You kiss down the edge of his jaw, tongue dragging a slow stripe under his ear. He’s never been more gone for someone. Never felt anything like this. Never had someone worship him while he was worshipping them right back, bodies moving like they were made to break together.

He’s trembling now, whole body taut beneath you, “Baby—fuck, ’m close—so fuckin’ close—”

You grind down harder, helpless, hips rocking against his in a broken rhythm that only makes it worse. Every thrust punches out a gasp, a spoiled cry from your lips. You can barely speak—too full.

“Me too,” you whisper, forehead pressed to his, lips brushing as you pant. 

You cry out, voice broken as he hits that spot again, that devastating stretch that makes your toes curl, your thighs tremble. You’re so close you can’t speak—you can only moan.

"Rafe—Rafe—please, I’m gonna—oh my god—"

He shudders beneath you, arms wrapping tighter around your waist like he's trying to merge with you, eyes squeezed shut.

“I got you,” he pants, biting at your jaw. “Wanna feel you.”

Your mouth falls open into a sob. Your thighs start to shake, muscles locking, and that knot deep inside you snaps.

“Rafe!” You cry his name loud, high, breaking around him as your whole body shudders, cunt clenching around his cock. You’re still moving even as your orgasm hits you, making your vision blur and your breath hitch in your throat.

That’s what does it for him.

Rafe's mouth drops open in a silent gasp at first—then a guttural moan rips from his chest as he comes inside you, cock throbbing. You feel everything—the twitch, the flood, the way his arms crush you to his chest. Gasping your name into your mouth, into your neck, into everywhere.

“Fuuuck, baby—oh my god,” he creaks into your mouth, fingers digging into your skin like he’s clinging to it. He lets out the loudest, filthiest groan you’ve ever heard, voice cracking around it. “Fuckfuckfuck—I’m—oh my god—”

You’re still fluttering around him, your body’s begging for more, your breath hitching against his cheek. His mouth opens, panting against your throat. Your hips don’t even move anymore—you’re just meeting each other in tiny sex-drunk movements, his cock twitching inside you, your pussy clenching through the aftershocks. Your cries turn to nearly screams, his curses turn to pleas. He’s kissing you like he can’t stop, he doesn’t know where his body ends and yours begins.

Rafe slips one hand between your thighs again—gentle this time, soothing—just barely brushing where you’re still stretched around him. You kiss his cheek, anywhere your mouth can reach, both of you pulsing, spent. The air smells like heat and skin and you, and his name is still caught in your throat.

You lift your head, eyes meeting his—hazy, half-lidded, and yey, there’s that still that look, the spark.

He’s not finished with you, not even close.

Your smirk as you rock your hips again. “Didn’t get enough, huh?”

His voice comes out all fond, “You know what y’do t’me.”

And when his eyes flick down—between where your bodies are still connected, your thighs glistening, flushed, he sees himself leaking out of you.

He moans.

You grin, already rutting against him again, the ache building back up—needy. His cock twitches, still inside you, and he gasps—more sensitive now, but just as desperate.

“You gonna fuck me again?” you whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Or you just gonna lie here and look pretty, baby?”

Next thing you know, you’re on your back—his hands sliding under your legs, pushing them open, wide, until he’s kneeling between them again, that jersey yanked up to your collerbones. You’re bare beneath it, swollen.

And Rafe’s obsessed.

He just stares for a second. “Wanna taste you first.”

You whine. “Rafe…”

He dips down—mouth already watering, licking his lips as he lays a kiss on your inner thigh, then another, then another. Worshipful. You feel his tongue drag a warm stripe up your slit, lapping up the mess you made together.

You’re gushing for it.

Rafe groan against you is filthy, his mouth already open and eating—slurping you up like you’re his last meal, nose buried in you, tongue fucking into your pussy like he’s never gonna stop. His fingers spread your lips, and he moans again when your clit pulses under his tongue.

"Fuck, baby… you taste like me." He grins against your cunt. “You know how hot that is?”

You cry out, hips bucking. He holds them down, forces you to take it.

"Hold still," he mutters. "Not done with you yet."

Your nails are in the sheets as he licks up every drop of you, sucks on your clit until your back arches, then presses two fingers inside you with a groan.

“Still so wet,” he pants, mouth hot on your inner thigh, licking between words. “So fuckin’ pretty like this. You ready for me again?”

“Please,” you whisper, voice cracking, needing him back inside you like air.

He kisses his way up your body—your belly, the curve of your breast, the side of your neck—then pushes inside you again, so fucking deep.

His head falls to your shoulder. “That's it…”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, legs locked around his waist, jersey still bunched, stuck between your bodies. His thrusts start languid—dragging, making you feel every inch of him. The squelch of you echoing, your soaked pussy milking him already.

He’s kissing you again and you kiss him back just as hard, the first round wasn’t enough, you need more.

“Come again for me,” Rafe pants into your mouth, hips moving in that devastating roll. “You still got more in you, baby—I know you do.”

You don’t know how long he fucks you like that, long mean strokes that drag his cock over every sensitive nerve inside you.

Sweat beads down his temple, drops to your chest, and he leans down to lick it off—tongue heavy, and possessive in the best way possible. Then he sees your tits again, all flushed and bouncing, he groans like he’s gonna lose it, dropping his mouth to your chest and sucking.

His tongue circles one nipple, then he switches to the other, switching back and forth because he can’t decide which one he wants more, lifting them into his mouth like he’s starving.

“God, I missed these,” he mutters against your skin, voice wrecked. “So fuckin’ pretty. Can’t stop thinkin’ about ‘em.”

You arch up prettily for him, whimpering as he sucks bruises into the tender flesh, biting lightly just to soothe with his tongue after. Your body’s shaking again—overstimulated in the best way.

You’re grinding up to meet every thrust, your clit dragging against the base of him, and the friction makes your whole body twitch.

“Rafe—Rafe, I’m close—”

“I know, baby,” he pants, sucking your nipple deeper into his mouth, cock still fucking you deep and slow. “I can feel you.”

And he can—your walls fluttering around him, already starting to clamp down.

“C’mon,” he coaxes, full of that dangerous sweetness. His lips drag up your chest, your collarbone, nipping gently until he reaches your mouth again. “Wanna feel you fall apart again.”

You’re shaking beneath him, and his thrusts get rougher, quicker.

“You got it, baby. Just like that—fuck, that’s it—you’re gonna make me cum too—”

Your hands clutch his back, your legs lock tighter around his waist, and your head falls back with a cry.

“I’m—’m coming—fuck—!”

Rafe's still sucking at your tits, groaning into your skin as your pussy clenches around him, which does it for him. He spills inside you with a pained whine, deeper than anything you’ve ever heard from him.

He buries his face in your neck, biting down softly to muffle how loud he’s being. “Jesus—you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me—”

You both shake through it, still locked together, hearts thudding like drums. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, and his arms are wrapped tight around you.

He leans up—forehead to yours again, noses bumping. His voice cracks when he speaks.

“Never felt like this,” he whispers. “I swear to God… never felt like this with anyone but you.”

You blink up at him, glassy-eyed, fucked-out, and glowing.

He kisses your cheek, your nose, your mouth. Sweet, slow pecks that contrast the way he just ruined you.

“Yeah?”

Rafe nods, brushing your hair from your forehead. Your breath hitches again, but it’s not from the aftershocks this time—it’s from how he’s looking at you.

Your fingers glide along his jaw, thumbing a drop of sweat there. 

“You look like you’re in love with me.”

“I am.”

It slips out before he can think better of it, but he doesn’t take it back or flinch. Just stares down at you with his heart in his eyes.

“Have been. just didn’t know what to call it ‘til I felt this.”

The words make your heart trip in your chest.

Oh my God.

It’s not like you didn’t know, you’ve felt it in the way he touches you, the way he looks at you when he thinks you don’t notice. You’ve heard it in every broken moan, every whispered mine, every time he reached for you like instinct.

But hearing it like that...Your eyes sting again—but it’s different this time. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“I’m gonna take care of you,” he says. “Swear it. However you’ll let me.”

You reach for him, cupping his face, pulling him down, “I love you.”

He lets out this tiny, broken laugh that turns into a kiss, full of everything that never got said before. His fingers lace with yours on the pillow, holding you. His lips press to your cheek, your jaw, your chest—thanking each part of you for loving him back. You feel his eyes get damp where they press into your skin.

“Hey,” you murmur, holding his face in your hands again. “You’re okay.”

Rafe curls into you—head on your chest, arms locked around you as your fingers thread through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp, and you feel his whole body melt against yours. He’s already dozing, soft breaths cooling the skin between your breasts, still inside you.

“Love you,” he mumbles into your skin.

“Love you more,” you whisper back, kissing the top of his head.

And he smiles in his sleep.

[deansbeer]

BITE YOUR TONGUE OR USE IT BETTER.

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༝༚༝༚ synopsis. a heated argument quickly ends up in a fight for dominance in bed.

༝༚༝༚ warning(s). smut | mild angst | arguing | fem!reader | rough sex | make-up sex | dom!jason | switch dynamics | light choking | spanking | oral (fem!receiving) | cowgirl position | dirty talk | possessiveness | praising | degradation | jealousy.

༝༚༝༚ kari notes. i NEED him viscerally & i know i previously announced that i was taking a writing break 👀 but i'm making an exception for jason hehehehe u can also thank bree for being the inspo behind the idea <3

it starts with something small — it always does.

a passing comment. a bitter tone. one look too long at someone else. and then it's wildfire.

you're yelling, he's yelling louder. the walls of the apartment echo with the sharp slap of words neither of you really mean but throw anyway, like knives meant to miss but still cut too deep.

"you think i don't notice?" jason's voice is hoarse from the way it's been rising for the past fifteen minutes. "the way you play it off like i don't matter the second someone else gives you attention?"

you scoff, arms crossed, standing your ground in the kitchen, your chest heaving with frustration. "oh, fuck you, jason. you're the one who disappears for days without a text and then gets mad when i talk to someone else."

"i'm out risking my ass to make this city better—"

"and i'm supposed to just sit here and wait? maybe light a candle and pray you'll actually come home in one piece?"

his jaw tightens, blue eyes blazing, chest rising and falling with quick, angry breaths. "don't twist this. you know i care. you know i fuckin' love you."

"then stop acting like i'm the enemy," you snap, voice cracking under the weight of it all.

there's a beat of silence. a long one. your eyes lock with his, and the air between you could spark if it tried. you're both breathing hard, adrenaline still pulsing, and then—

he moves. and he's quick.

his hand curls around the back of your neck, pulling you in, lips crashing into yours with a fury that steals the breath from your lungs. it's not gentle — it's claiming. demanding. your fingers fist in his shirt before you even realize what's happening, your anger bleeding into desire so fast it makes your head spin.

"you drive me fuckin' crazy," he growls against your mouth, backing you into the wall. "always got a smart ass mouth. always testing me."

"maybe you like the idea of being tested," you breathe, tugging his shirt up, fingers dragging across his pudgy stomach. "you keep showing up for it."

he growls, low and rough, grabbing your thighs and lifting you with ease. your legs wrap around his waist, caged between his body and the wall, and you gasp as he grinds against you, already hard through the fabric of his jeans.

"you gonna continue being so mouthy?" he hisses against your neck, biting just hard enough to make you whimper. "or you want me to shut you up?"

"try me," you taunt, breathless, already soaked for him.

he carries you to the bedroom like he's got something to prove. maybe he does. throws you down onto the bed, pulls your shirt over your head, strips you down in seconds. his hands are rough, greedy, claiming every inch of your skin like it belongs to him.

joke's on him. it does.

he drops to his knees between your thighs, spreading them wide with a look that could bring you to your knees if you weren't already trembling. jason doesn't waste time, just dives in like he's a man starving, tongue licking a stripe up your slit before his lips wrap around your clit.

you cry out, hips bucking, and he grips your thighs tighter, holding you down.

"that's it," he mutters against your pussy, voice dark and wrecked. "take it. fuckin' take it, baby girl."

your fingers tangle in his dark hair, tugging, and he groans like he likes it — like the pain only spurs him on. he eats you until your hips are trembling, until you're gasping his name like a prayer and pushing at his shoulders, too sensitive to take more.

"jason—please—need you inside me."

he pulls back, lips shiny, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand like he’s just finished a meal. "yeah, you do. pussy's soakin' the damn sheets. so fuckin' desperate for my cock, aren't you?"

you glare at him, flushed and breathless. "you're one to talk."

he climbs over you, dragging his cock against your inner thigh, hot and heavy. "you want control so bad, huh, baby?" he murmurs, hand wrapping around your throat, thumb brushing your jaw. "you'll get it. but not yet."

then he's inside you. one deep, punishing thrust, and your whole body arches, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he stretches you full. his hand tightens at your throat just enough to make your pulse race harder.

"fuck, you're tight," he groans, hips slamming into you. "always so fuckin' tight for me."

you moan, nails dragging down his back, and he hisses, grinding deeper, chasing the spot that makes your toes curl.

he fucks you like he's trying to erase the fight, like he's trying to remind you who you belong to. every thrust is rough, precise, his mouth dragging along your throat, your shoulder, biting and kissing the skin like he needs to mark you.

"fuckin' mine," he growls into your ear. "say it."

"yours," you gasp, legs wrapped tight around his waist. "all yours, jay. always."

he groans, the sound deep and raw, and kisses you like he means to ruin you. and you want him to.

you flip him before you even realize what you're doing — legs slipping around him, pushing him back, riding the wave of heat and fury and need. his eyes darken as you slide down onto him, slow and deliberate.

"oh, fuck," he mutters, hands gripping your hips. "you think you're in control now, huh?"

"i don't think," you whisper, rolling your hips so slow he trembles. "i know."

you ride him hard, fast, chasing your own high with reckless abandon. his hands grip you tight, dragging you down harder, matching your rhythm until the room’s filled with the sound of skin on skin, your moans tangled with his gasps.

"look at you," he groans, eyes locked on where your bodies meet. "bouncin' on my cock like you need it to breathe."

you lean in, kiss him messy, filthy, all teeth and tongue.

"maybe i do."

his cock twitches inside you and you feel him getting close, but you don't stop. you fuck him through it, chasing your own orgasm, using his body like it was made for you. only you.

"gonna cum," he growls, thrusting up to meet you. "you better cum with me, baby girl."

you nod, breath hitching as your body tightens, pleasure coiling until it snaps, and you cry out his name as you fall apart, clenching around him like a vice.

he follows with a broken groan, hips jerking, spilling deep inside you as he holds you down, buried to the hilt.

you collapse against him, both of you shaking, panting, sweat-slicked and utterly wrecked.

his arms wrap around you, holding you close even as he's still inside you. his lips press against your temple, his voice rough but soft now.

"still mad at me?" he murmurs.

you laugh, breathless, nuzzling into his neck. "yeah."

he huffs, fingers tracing lazy circles along your spine. "next time we fight, can we skip to the part where you ride me like that?"

you smile, eyes fluttering shut. "not a fucking chance."

he chuckles, kisses your hair, and pulls you closer.

"figured."

and even though the fight still lingers in the air, tangled in the sheets and the bruises you both left behind, so does something else, something steady and real.

him.

you.

and the fire that always brings you back together.

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[rafesangelita]

hello, for kook! sweetheart!reader, can we have please reader wearing her brand's lingerie but without doing it on purpose after a charity gala, rafe rips her lingerie. kook! sweetheart!reader get upset because she really cares about it. and to punish him, she decides that he is not allowed to touch her for a week. of course she does everything to drive him crazy. tysm if you write this request !

warnings: teasing, slight dirty talk, suggestive ending

“fuck, i’ve been thinking about taking this dress off of you all night.” you moaned against rafe’s lips, both of you stumbling into your bedroom. once he had you in your plush sheets, leaving open mouthed kisses against your skin, it wasn’t long before your hips were chasing his own, desperate for any kind of friction against your lace-clad cunt.

“rafe?” you whimpered, fingers running across the nape of his neck. “talk to me, baby.” you couldn’t help but arch into his chest when he kneaded the flesh of your thighs. “want you to fuck me so bad.” you mewled, making the man on top of you curse through gritted teeth. “yeah? want me to make you feel good?” you hummed, anticipation settling in your tummy.

you felt his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, your eyes shooting open when a rip! sounded through your room. “shit.” rafe was already pinching the bridge of his nose, your underwear basically ripped in two. “rafe i told you about this already!” you pushed him aside, leaving your boyfriend sexually frustrated and uncomfortably hard in his slacks.

“it was an accident, i swear!” he watched you get up and examine your lingerie in the mirror. “an accident? this is the third time, ray..” you let the lace material fall to the floor, your bra coming off next. “i’m getting in the shower.” you sighed, rafe rubbing his eyes. he definitely wasn’t getting any play tonight. “babe can we just-”

“no.” you slammed the bathroom door shut, rafe muttering a ‘drama queen.’ when he heard the water turn on.

the following week was absolute hell for him.

prancing around in skirts that did nothing to cover your ass, swatting away his hands everytime he tried to touch you, teasing him endlessly and leaving him high and dry, he’d decided he finally had enough. “i’m begging here, alright? please sweetheart.” rafe had you cornered, a pout on your lips as you looked up at him.

“you know how much i love my lingerie.” you traced his lips as he hummed. “i love it too.” rafe snaked a hand down your side, resting it on the small of your back. “you’re killing me here.” you giggled when he feigned a painful expression. “i promise i won’t rip your precious panties.” he huffed out a laugh, only making you smile teasingly.

“i know you’re not..” you leaned in, pecking the corner of his mouth, “because i’m not wearing any.”

[corroded-hellfire]

I just need pre-relationship AYW!Eddie all pent up and feral for Reader. I need him whimpering when he touches himself after Reader leaves for the evening. I need him trying to picture anyone else besides his kids’ babysitter but he keeps picturing Reader.

Your wish is my command! 😘

Warnings: male masturbation, smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), older!eddie, babysitter!reader, the longing is real

Words: 2.4k

[As You Wish masterlist]

“Go to sleep now,” you grumble playfully, ruffling Luke’s curls as he smiles up at you from his bed.

“One more story?” Luke asks, though his voice betrays how sleepy he already is.

“Come on, buddy,” Eddie says from the doorway. “She’s been nice enough to stay for dinner and read you two bedtime stories already.”

A smile that steals Eddie’s breath grows on your lips as you turn to look at your boss.

“You make it sound like such a hardship,” you quip.

“I don’t think your union allows for overtime,” Eddie replies.

You let out a soft giggle and Eddie feels his insides begin to melt. It’s catastrophically unfair, the effect you have on him. Not in his whole life has Eddie met someone who so effortlessly turns him on and makes his heart race. As impossible as it is to ignore the feelings, Eddie tries not to linger on them for a few reasons. One, you’re a complete pipe dream. There is no way you, beautiful, intelligent, compassionate, and hilarious you would ever see a man over a decade older than you in the same light that he sees you. Two, and which he admits is arguably the bigger reason, is that he’s married. Sure, it hasn’t been a real marriage in…God knows how long. But it’s still a legally binding marriage that he hasn’t even attempted to separate from. Not for lack of want, though. It’s hard to see a point when it would cause the breakup of his boys’ family, and for what? So Eddie could be all alone in some smaller unfamiliar home that he struggles to afford on his own while caring for his sons, only getting to see them half the time he does now? No. He basically is doing it all alone right now, with the lack of input from Brittany, but at least Luke and Ryan are in the home they know and the two combined household incomes can give them a pretty good life.

Unfortunately, all the logic in the world can’t cure Eddie’s addiction to you.

“Close your eyes, sleepyhead.” You stand up from the edge of the four-year-old’s bed and lean over to press a kiss to his forehead.

The way you bend down towards the boy gives Eddie a spectacular view of your ass. He’s forced to dig his nails into the palms of his hands to suppress the groan that so desperately wants to escape. As much as he internally chides himself, Eddie can’t tear his eyes away either. He gets so few chances to just look at you, that he can’t bring himself to cut this precious time short.

“Night night,” Luke says through a yawn.

“Night, pal,” Eddie says.

You boop your index finger against the little boy’s nose before standing up straight and heading in Eddie’s direction. The two of you exit into the hallway and Eddie closes the door almost all the way–leaving it open just a crack to allow some of the hallway light in.

The two of you are silent as you walk to the living room, both silently dreading that it’s time to part for the evening. You swipe your bag up from the couch and slip it onto your shoulder.

“I guess I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow,” you say, reluctantly taking steps toward the front door.

“Thanks for staying longer than you had to,” Eddie says, walking you to the door like always. He feels like he should add the words “for the boys” to the end of his sentence, but he can’t bring himself to. As much as the boys adore you, Eddie knows he is without a doubt the happiest one that you stayed for dinner and until bedtime.

“It was fun,” you tell him. “I always have fun here.”

“Always?” Eddie teases, raising his eyebrows. “Can I remind you that you said that the next time Luke has a meltdown?”

“Sure,” you reply with a chuckle.

The electricity in the air threatens to spark at any moment as Eddie reaches around you to open the front door.

“Drive careful, sweetheart,” he says.

“No,” you tease with a playful smirk. “I’m going to drive recklessly. Run all the red lights.”

“Don’t give me reason to worry,” Eddie mumbles, knocking his shoulder against yours.

“Aww,” you coo. “You worry about me?”

Heat rises to Eddie’s cheeks and he desperately wills it to move back down his body.

“Alright, smart ass.” Eddie wrinkles his nose up and pretends to shove you out the door.

With a laugh, you playfully stumble down the walkway a few steps, acting as if his push was that strong.

“Oh, fine!” you lament over-dramatically. “I’ll be a good girl! Bye, Eddie.”

A good girl. Suddenly, Eddie wishes that heat and blood would stay in his face instead of rushing to his groin like it currently is.

“Bye, sweetheart.”

The moment you’re safely in your car and Eddie hears the engine start, he closes the front door and groans in time with the locking mechanism clicking into place.

“This just feels cruel,” he mumbles to himself as he rests his forehead against the cool wood of the door. He lets himself stand there until he hears your car rumble down the road and off into the night.

It takes a Herculean effort to push himself up and head deeper into the house. Out of habit, Eddie glances at the clock on the wall to see if Brittany will be home soon or not. It’s useless though—there’s never a set time she comes home. Who knows where she is or what she’s doing? Or who she’s doing. The pseudo-schedule the household used to follow has fallen by the wayside, so Eddie mentally tells himself to ignore it altogether. Easier said than done, of course.

When Eddie steps into the hallway it’s silent. No sounds of Luke sneaking out of bed to play with his toys or Ryan fumbling for his flashlight to read beneath his covers. Heaving a sigh, Eddie decides he might as well take care of the situation in his pants.

Despite Brittany not being home, Eddie locks the bedroom door behind him. Luke has also started the bad habit of opening any and every door without knocking first. So, better to be safe than sorry.

“Okay, think of someone else,” Eddie says to himself as he rids himself of his clothes. “Anyone else. Not her.”

It shouldn’t be hard to think of another woman to get himself off. Hell, for the entirety of Eddie’s teenage years, he could’ve jacked it to almost any woman and it would be great. Now he can’t seem to get this one specific, unattainable woman out of his mind.

He shucks the last of his clothes off and lays down on his bed, wracking his brain for someone who can get the job done. Julia Roberts? Nah. Jennifer Aniston? No. Cindy Crawford? Nope. Nicole Kidman? Maybe….no. Aunt Viv from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air? The first, not the second one. Still no.

“Fuck,” Eddie groans, letting his eyes fall closed as he wraps his hand around his semi-hard shaft. He licks over his lips and tries to let himself relax. The only way Eddie is going to be able to take care of this problem is to think about you and he knows it. He also knows he needs to hurry up if he wants to finish before Brittany comes home.

The mere thought of the woman who sleeps next to him at night has him softening slightly in his hand. A snort of laughter comes out, Eddie finding that humorous. Objectively, Brittany is beautiful, but knowing the rot and decay that lays just beneath the surface ruins any attractiveness Eddie could ever find in her anymore. Even though he already knows what will happen, Eddie immediately switches his thoughts over to you to see the effect. It’s instant. His cock comes to life at the very thought of your name.

No shit, Eddie thinks to himself as he opens his legs a little wider. Because she’s literally a fucking goddess. God, those eyes. Eddie’s hand grips himself a little tighter and moves down towards the base.

“Say you’re a good girl again, baby,” Eddie mumbles under his breath. Fuck, he can’t believe he was lucky enough to hear those words come from your lips. Jesus, he can hardly imagine being lucky enough to come home to you at the end of the day. Walking in the door after work and seeing you is already what he looks forward to all day, he can’t fathom how he would feel if you greeted him with a kiss and stayed there with him and the boys all night. And once the boys go to bed it’s time for some fun.

“Please.”

The word tumbles from Eddie’s lips but he’s not entirely sure what he’s asking for. You to be there with him? You to be by his side always? You to be here, naked, with your hand around him instead of his own?

Okay, Eddie thinks, shifting to make himself more comfortable. There we go, think about coming home to her.

He begins to slowly stroke his cock up and down.

Eddie imagines walking through the front door and kicking his boots off. Your voice hums sweetly from the kitchen and it brings a smile to his face.

“What smells so good, huh?” he asks as he strolls into the room.

The sight he’s greeted by is almost enough to bring him to his knees. You stand at the counter, facing him, an apron on and a bowl full of cake batter held in your hands.

“Welcome home,” you say.

Dark brown eyes follow your every move as you slowly dip your forefinger into the batter and pop it into your mouth. Eddie finds himself holding his breath as you slide your finger out from between your plush pink lips at a torturous pace.

As if the first time wasn’t enough, you dip your finger back in, but instead of putting it in your mouth this time, you point your finger up and stick your tongue out to lick every speck of vanilla batter off of it.

“Oh, fuck me,” Eddie moans.

With a soft laugh, you set the bowl down and look up at Eddie through your thick eyelashes.

“Funny. I was going to say that to you.”

A rough growl reverberates from Eddie’s chest as he moves forward to grab you by the hips. It’s only once he has his hands on you that he realizes not only are you wearing the apron—you’re wearing only the apron.

“God damn, baby,” he mutters. Calloused hands slide back just slightly and come into contact with your bare ass. He drops his head forward to rest against yours with a helpless whine.

You giggle, tilting your head up to brush your nose against his.

“I like the sounds you make,” you tell him, voice thick with lust.

Before he responds, Eddie presses a few gentle kisses along your bare shoulder and up the side of your throat.

“I want to hear your noises, too.”

“Hmm,” you hum. “I don’t think that’ll be very hard to manage.” You reach up with your left hand and tug on the tied apron string resting on the nape of your neck. The front of the apron falls down, leaving your entire torso exposed to Eddie.

A guttural groan meets your ears as strong hands grab you by the waist and help you up onto the counter. Immediately, you spread your legs and Eddie stands between them, the two of you fighting with the apron to get it all the way off you.

Eddie tosses it over his shoulder as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling the two of your bodies as close as possible.

“Eddie,” you whine, reaching up to bury your fingers in his unruly curls.

“What baby?” His breath brushes against your lips, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“Need you.” Using your grip on his hair, you pull Eddie’s face down to crash against yours.

Mouths meet, lips dancing, tongues exploring, and teeth clashing. Strong yet gentle fingertips dig into your skin, yearning to hold you as tight as humanly possible. Nothing is close enough.

Eddie pulls back just enough to playfully nip at your bottom lip.

“Being such a good girl for me,” he rasps.

A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you run your nose along the edge of Eddie’s jawline.

“Wanna be so good for you. Wanna feel you, Eddie. Pretty please?”

A smug smirk grows on Eddie’s face as he reaches between your two bodies to unzip his navy blue coveralls. You shove the material down his hips as Eddie whips his white undershirt off over his head.

“Ready for me, princess?”

Eddie lines himself up with your entrance, glancing up at your face as he waits for your approval.

“God, yes!” You nod emphatically, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get him inside of you faster.

Eddie grins at your eagerness, putting both of you out of your misery as he pushes inside.

“Fuck,” he groans.

“Oh!” You whimper, clinging to Eddie’s shoulders.

The sweet little noises spilling from your lips only encourage Eddie. He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back into your tight wet heat. It feels as close to euphoria as Eddie’s ever felt. He wants to spend forever between your legs, but it feels far too good to last long.

“Feels so good,” you whine.

“Yeah, baby?” Eddie asks. “Like when I…oh, fuck.”

Eddie doesn’t have time to imagine what he’d say next before hot cum starts to pour over his fist.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbles as his orgasm works its way through his body. His hand keeps going, milking his cock for everything that it’s worth.

Once he’s well and truly spent, Eddie lets his boneless body sink into the mattress. His arm flings over the side of the bed and his fingertips brush against his t-shirt laying on the floor. Blindly, he picks it up and wipes his coated hand off before wiping the cum off his abdomen, legs, and anywhere else it went.

“Holy shit,” Eddie sighs. His head falls to the side and his eyes slip closed. A goofy smile comes to his face as his mind returns to you. “Fuck, I’m so gone for her.”

[sevsgiirl]

— ambessa being a sugar mommy and spoiling reader

synopsis: after graduating from university, you were struggling to make ends mean. thankfully, you landed a job in a huge company… whose ceo happens to have already set her sights on you.

tags: ceo!ambessa, younger!reader, oral sex, office sex, imbalanced power dynamics.

note: I’ve recently finished lipstick devil on webtoon and I just NEEDED to get this idea off my chest. I’m planning to turn this idea into a longer fic but for now here’s some headcanons about ceo!ambessa spoiling you :’)

𖥔 you honestly weren’t used to it. all your life you’ve learned to monitor your expenses, to never spend beyond your budget even when you had extra money to spare — to put other people’s needs before your own.

𖥔 after graduating university and working enough minimum wage jobs to build up your resume, you finally landed a position on noxus corp. as part of the marketing sales department.

𖥔 professor grayson referred you to one of her friends who works at the company, who then asked you for your portfolio and after a month of processing your applications, you passed the interview and got accepted.

𖥔 it was a miracle you even got accepted given how strict the requirements were, but it seems as though the head office deemed you qualified.

𖥔 the first couple of weeks working at the firm went by smoothly. it was your typical 9-5 office job, you never understood why your co-workers said that the position isn’t for the weak.

𖥔 that was until you met her. ambessa merdarda. the ceo herself.

𖥔 on the day you first saw her you almost slid past her peripheral, but unlucky for you, nothing goes unnoticed by ambessa.

𖥔 when she noticed you, she just couldn’t tear her eyes away from you. at how the pencil skirt you wore stretched deliciously around your hips and how it stopped below your knees. it was long enough to be work appropriate, but your figure left a lot for one’s imagination to go crazy.

𖥔 how every time she caught a glimpse of you at the breakroom or when you bent down to retrieve something from the drawers, she’d watch the way your ass swelled in the tight skirt. making her lick her lips before she forced herself to avert her gaze.

𖥔 however, it became harder and harder to resist you. eventually, she asked one of the lower departments to hand her the spreadsheet for the week’s overview, even though that’s usually assessed by the manager. but she needed an excuse to see you up close.

𖥔 as if it wasn’t enough, she asked them to have you deliver it for her by name.

𖥔 “I’ve seen the new hire. please. have her deliver the spreadsheet for me. I want to know if she’s capable.”

𖥔 she knows it’s bullshit. she never cared to check how competent the new hires were because those were mundane details she left others to do.

𖥔 but the second you knocked on her door and stepped inside her office, all doe-eyed and shy, your voice quiet as you called out her name “ms. medarda?” she knew right then and there she had to have you.

𖥔 six months have passed since and here you are now, sprawled on her desk with your skirt ridden up to your thighs as your slick dripped from her cherry coated lips down to her chin as she ate you out like a woman starved.

𖥔 “bessa…” you mewled as you threw your head back and gripped the edge of the mahogany desk, feeling your orgasm approaching.

𖥔 she hummed, pulling away from your swollen clit to place a chaste kiss on your inner thigh.

𖥔 “you’ve been so good to me, dear.” she purred as her piercing eyes looked up at you “I’ve made reservations for us this evening. you’ve been working so much these past few weeks, it’s only fair I return the favor.”

𖥔 and return the favor she did.

𖥔 that’s how ambessa prefers to spoil you in the relationship. she’s tried multiple times to make you resign at the company, saying you didn’t need the job because she could provide for you. but you were insistent that you still need to make a living for yourself because you never know when the circumstances will turn on you.

𖥔 she was quite offended by the implication that she’ll ever grow bored of you, then again she’d be lying if she said that your practical mindset wasn’t what drew her in to begin with. so she let it slide. but that still didn’t stop her.

𖥔 so she’s been working hard to convince you that just isn’t the case. that she is serious about you and your relationship. that she could see it working it out on the long run and that you could rely on her to fulfill all your needs.

𖥔 and so she does it by showering you not only with mind blowing sex in between meetings and after you clock out of your shift, but also by surprising you with fresh bouquets of flowers on your desk every morning.

𖥔 people in the office likely figured out what was happening between you two but were just too scared to ask you about it, especially knowing how scary ambessa is.

𖥔 you weren’t used to being the center of attention let alone when it comes to personal matters such as your relationship, and you’ve told her that. but that still doesn’t stop her from spoiling you left and right.

𖥔 “if others cause you trouble about it, let me know. I’ll have them fired.”

𖥔 she swore it was a joke when you reprimanded her about the threat, but you knew deep down if you actually had a problem she’d stay true to her word.

𖥔 with that, your co-workers never spoke a word about it. even when the bouquets turned to expensive chocolates imported from europe, to a huge teddy bear that was about the same height as you, to a new office desktop you realized was a mac computer, completely different from the others that your office mate jayce couldn’t conceal his surprise.

𖥔 “how come she gets a mac computer while we have a lenovo?” he exclaimed only to get yelled at by the others telling him to shut up and move on.

𖥔 or when she called you into her office one afternoon saying she had a surprise “I just remembered you telling me you’ve had the same phone since your junior year.” she smiled before handing you a white paper bag “to go along with the computer.”

𖥔 and sure enough, there was a new phone inside.

𖥔 “bessa…” you sighed as you gave her one of your failed attempts of a glare “you can’t keep buying me gifts like this.”

𖥔 “well, I asked you to take my card but you said-“

𖥔 “that’s not what I mean.” you argued while she reached forward and smoothened the furrow between your eyebrows.

𖥔 “just let me spoil you, my love.” she said, wrapping her strong arms around you as she pulled you against her chest “you never known when to take a break or receive any reward for your hard work. so let me. let me spoil you rotten.”

𖥔 you bit your lower lip, not being able to hide the way your cheeks reddened at her words “you smother me too much.”

𖥔 she smirked as she leaned down and nosed at your jaw “I’d give you the world if I could, dear.” she muttered “just say the word. if only you stopped being so stubborn and resigned, you could come live with me and you’d never have to work a day in your life. just you, with all the luxuries in the world as you wait for me on our bed…”

𖥔 her hand reaches down to cup you from underneath your skirt and you couldn’t repress the moan that slipped past your lips.

𖥔 she lets out a groan feeling your soaked cunt “then I’ll come home, fuck you from night until morning before it’s time for me to leave for work again. and all you have to do is be a good, doting little wife for me.” she gently takes your jaw in her hand to capture your lips “doesn’t that sound enticing, no?”

𖥔 god, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t.

[dwaekkicidal]

𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋: '𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗎.' ༄࿔ L.K.

⤷ Dubcon/Noncon | Knife Play | Spanking

♱ word count: 2.3k

♱ warnings: this has darker content!! dont like? dont interact: dubcon/noncon, fem!reader, ghostface!minho, reader switches up during the ending but during the smut minho has control, knife play (1 small nick and he carves his name into readers back but its shallow), light mentions of blood, spanking, p in v with no prep or condom (be safe about this irl pls), open ending?

♱ notes: this was so self indulgent because im slowly becoming obsessed with slashers again 🥴

not properly proofread! i will go through it later in the day after i sleep <3

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DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

The cabin you were staying at was eerily silent as you sat in the dimly lit living room. It was a rental that you had planned to stay at for a week to spend your vacation off of work and it was absolutely beautiful during the day. Though, the forest surrounding it combined with the knowledge of just how far the nearest area with people made for a rather scary experience during the night time.

Part of you was on edge as you made your way past the floor-to-ceiling windows towards the kitchen and chills ran up your spine as you stared out those same windows only to be met with complete darkness. Not even the moon was enough to cast light on the tall trees.

‘Maybe a glass of water will help.’ You had been tossing and turning in bed for hours before you gave up and settled in the living room, only to discover that there was no signal on the TV. You were lucky to have even 1 bar as you opened your phone to check the time; 2:46 AM.

It wasn’t a horrible time to be awake, but the promise of sleep would have helped with the paranoid itching in the back of your head. Anybody could break in and nobody wouldn’t know until it was too late. And even if you knew, you were a long way from any means of help-

A sudden creak in the floorboards catches your attention. Your neck snapped towards the dark hallway, then again to the huge windows as your heart raced. The Airbnb host stated that it’s an old house so it’s known to make many noises, so ‘It was probably nothing’. You repeated this to yourself over and over again as you chugged the rest of your water and turned to clean the glass, hoping the distraction would help with the anxiety.

But just as your hand wraps around the tap handle, another creak is heard and a hand wraps around your mouth. Another slides around your front and pushes a long kitchen knife against your neck. The intruder uses his whole body to roughly push you into the counter and your heart drops as you let out a scream in surprise.

The feeling of the cold counter is almost soothing as his deep, nearly robotic, voice meets your ears. “Haven’t seen you around here before… If I take my hand off your mouth, you won’t make me angry and scream for help, right?” He slides the knife along your neck, nicking the skin there slightly as a warning.

Your lack of a response makes him chuckle and he traces the tip of the knife along your cheek, “It’s not like anybody will hear you anyway, but I wouldn’t want this pretty face to get hurt. So what do you say?” You nod as best as you can in this position and let out a quiet sob when his palm releases your face.

“P-Please…Don’t kill me.” Your plea comes out in a quiet whisper, hoping the hushed voice won’t upset your attacker. If it does, he doesn’t let it be seen in the slightest.

“Shhhhh” He tuts at you and rolls his hips forward, rubbing his hard-on against your ass and forcing your hips farther into the countertop. The pinching of your skin between your bone and the marble top makes you hiss in pain, but he ignores you and rubs your hip with his now free hand.

“Let’s play a game~” He doesn’t give you time to respond before he flips you around, wrapping a hand around your neck as he roughly pins you to the counter again.

You’re finally met with his face- or what would be his face, but is instead a long, white ghost mask that would be comical if you didn’t notice the feeling of a drop of blood running down your neck from where he nicked you.

“I’m a little stressed out, so I’m gonna fuck this sweet cunt of yours. If you play nice, I’ll let you live. But if you act like a bitch, I'll kill you!”

The joyful tone in his voice causes your skin to crawl and you let out a quiet sob of fear at the deadly ultimatum. Your choices are quite slim, and you can’t deny the ache that’s starting between your legs, so you don’t take long to nod in agreement.

“Mmmm… Smart girl. Let’s get this off of you then, yeah?” He tugs at your pajama shorts and finally moves the knife off your skin, giving you just enough leeway to move around and pull your shorts down. Once they’re far enough down your legs to drop to your ankles on their own, the unknown man behind you spins you around and immediately pulls your shirt up and over your head.

He sighs almost dreamily against the mask and you watch his head tilt down as he takes in your naked torso. You can feel his stare on you for a while longer until his head tilts further and he’s met with the sight of your pretty panties- the ones that are keeping him from his “prize.”

He curses under his breath and snakes his empty hand to the back of your neck. He grasps you tightly and uses his grip there to lead you to the huge windows, pushing you against them roughly.

“What a pretty piece of ass you got here, baby.” The hand on your neck moves down in favor of grabbing a handful of your ass cheek, landing a teasing slap there as he finishes his sentences. “Might have to go home with you- make you my little pet.” You moan both at the implication of him following you home as well as the delicious sting on your ass.

The masked man chuckles darkly and lands a harsher slap on your other ass cheek. “Call me crazy but I think you like that idea. Hmmmm? Wanna be my little kitty- my little toy for me to fuck whenever I feel like it?” You were starting to get too comfortable, and he seems to realize it. So he brings you back right to where he wants you by sliding his free hand around to your tummy. 

The occupied hand runs the sharp side of the knife around your back, leaving shallow lines that you can’t quite make out. But none of that matters. Not when he’s sliding his hand into your panties, rubbing his gloved fingertip through your soaked folds.

You’re almost thankful that he can’t tell through the gloves, but the stinging pain of the knife almost carving into your skin is diverting your attention from the rough circles on your clit. Thankfully, though, he finishes his “design” faster than you thought he would.

The feeling of a thick finger entering you grabs your attention, making you moan loudly and buck your hips against his hand. A muffled laugh is heard through the mask and his voice is husky as he speaks again, “Gonna be good for me and let me fuck this pretty pussy now, yeah?”

You don't respond right away and he pulls his finger out of you, pinching your clit meanly. “I asked you a question.” His partially wet glove comes down harshly on your ass and leaves a red mark in its wake.

You let out a squeak at the pain and apologize profusely before responding to him. “Y-Yes!”

“Good girl. You almost lost the game there, baby.” He laughs to himself and you watch in the reflection of the glass as he brings the knife down between your thighs. Part of you is horrified at what he might try, and the other part is rather aroused at the possibilities that run through your head.

But he shuts them all down when he slides the dull side against your thigh and leads it to your underwear. He runs his hand along your spine and leans you forward, pushing your ass out for him as the knife dips into your underwear- dull side up.

With this he slices downwards in one swoop, slicing your panties and causing you to gasp in surprise. You can almost hear the smile on his face as he shushes you and slices one of the sides next.

Your arms shake as they rest against the cold glass of the window and you sit there helplessly as he rids you of the ruined fabric. Once you’re left completely bare, he whistles in satisfaction and leans back.

His hand squeezes your ass cheek appreciatively as the hand with the knife rests at your hip, itching to touch you as well but knowing better than to let his guard down so easily. No matter how well-behaved you've been for him so far.

“Such a pretty thing. I really should keep you to myself.” He hums and bites down on your ear. You hear the knife get tossed beside you onto the wood floor before one of his hands slides into your hair, tangling with the strands there and tugging your neck backward. 

All of a sudden the sound of metal hitting wood meets your ears and you see the knife lying on the floor, a couple of feet from where you two stand. Then his hands are removed from you for mere seconds as he hooks his thumbs into his pants and pushes down, hurriedly shoving his boxers down alongside his jeans.

The sound of his jeans hitting the floor makes your thighs clench and he takes notice immediately. He coos from behind you and you can almost hear the smile on his face through the mask as he slides himself through your folds a few times, teasing you and testing how far gone he’s got you.

Your desperate grinding gives him the only answer he needs and he finally pushes in, groaning at the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around him.

“Shit… You feel so good.” The cool plastic of the ghost mask meets your shoulder as he lays his forehead down against it.

You can’t hold back the whine that builds in the back of your throat and your nails scratch into the glass as much as they physically can as he starts to move already.

“P-Please…” You’re not so sure what you’re asking for. Maybe it was mercy. Or maybe, just maybe, all those months of research about some local town's serial killer were finally paying off.

But who needs to know that? The man behind you is completely oblivious as he pulls his hips back just to drive them back into you. You barely remember it yourself from the way his tip, thick and pulsing, rams into your G-spot.

So much so that you can feel your orgasm sneaking up so much sooner than it usually would. It eventually wracks through your body like a train as the hand in your hair tightens, holding you close to him as he slows his hips to a slow grind.

“Fffuck.. Tight little cunt, baby. But I’m not done just yet.” He picks up his pace once more and uses his free hand to caress your hips, squeezing the flesh there appreciatively before landing a slap against the same area.

He soothes it with another rub, though short-lived before his hand finds its home on your ass cheek. There he lands a series of slaps paired with his muffled moans as you clench around him incessantly.

The hand in your hair finally releases its grip only to find another on the back of your throat again. He uses this one to hold you in place, keeping your cheek pressed flush against the window as he fucks into you with no care.

He continues to use you like his personal fleshlight as he grunts behind you, legs shaking from his oncoming release. The same release that is left deep in your walls, swimming around before dripping out onto your abused folds.

You both moan in unison as you cum around him again, whining at the sharp thrusts that were meant to fuck his seed further into you.

He finally pulls out once your cunt is done milking him and he pulls out a phone from his jeans, snapping a quick photo with flash on before laughing to himself behind his mask.

While he’s occupied with his delusions, you decide it’s time to make your move. 

You push his chest lightly and watch as he collapses onto the couch, head tilted up at you in amusement while his arms settle on the back cushions.

“Yeah?” His voice is deep and breathy, it goes straight between your thighs and you almost moan at simply hearing him like that as well as the confident stance he’s taken. But you have a mission on your mind.

One that includes rushing to pick up the knife from the floor and not giving him a chance to respond before you’re straddling his thick thighs and pressing the knife to his throat.

His arms stay in place on the cushions and he huffs out a laugh in pure amusement, waiting patiently for you to make your next move.

What he didn’t expect was the grinding of your now leaking cunt on his now hardening cock. He moans lowly at the feeling and goes to rest a hand on your hip, only to be met with your hand slapping it away and the other digging the knife into the skin of his neck. Karma.

“I won your game fair and square. So let’s play my game.” Your hand reaches up under the mask and tears it off his face. 

He’s not sure why a potential survivor seeing his face doesn’t worry him. But when his tip catches onto your clit and you hold the knife steady against his neck, he thinks he’s just fallen in love.

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🐕

sitting on puppy arts face

"please?"

he’d been asking for this for so long, but your response was always,

“i’d crush you.”

or

“it’d be no different than how you always go down on me.”

or

“you’re the one with the upper body strength, not me.”

his hands glide across your thighs in a soothing manner. “cmonnnn. you know how strong i am. i wouldn’t let you crush me.”

your face feels tight, while his hold those rounded eyes that always get him what he wants.

fuck it.

“ok.” you mumble

you swear his ears perk up.

“what?”

“we can do it but you have to promise to tap me if it’s too much.”

he’s worn you down.

how marvelous, he thinks.

“i will. i promise.” he says with a huge smile on his face.

you swallow and scooch up his chest, his shoulders, and then finally his face.

hovering.

you feel so awkward. why do you feel awkward? this is your sweetheart! it’s not like he’s never seen you naked before. he’s just never done… this before.

he repeats the grazing motion with his hands.

the next time he speaks his tone is meek.

“you’re so soft, momma.”

it makes you smile, not that he can see it.

when art puts his mouth on you, it’s all over.

it’s not like all the other times he’s gone down on you. everything’s more intense from up here.

art doesn’t ease you into it either. he’s waited long enough, give him his treat !

pulling on the meat of your thighs to bring you as close as physically possible.

the whole lower half of his face is slippery.

you groan from deep in your throat. throwing your head back and your hair falling behind.

you squeeze your eyes shut.

the only sound besides your incessant moaning is arts tongue going 80 miles per hour.

it’s not far off from a dog slurping up water on a hot day.

his tongue is everywhere. alternating going inside, sucking on each lip, and bullying your clit. he’s not going to leave any party out, he’s a good boy !

how the fuck he’s able to fit a whole one of your lips in his mouth you have no idea. he has had lots of practice to be fair.

“fuck,” you cry and grip his boyish curls “i can’t-“

your chest is heaving. it’s so warm in your belly. it feels sweet, almost.

he moans just as loud as you. they would be, at least, if they weren’t muffled.

“please, momma,” he catches his breath, “let me have a taste of your cum. let me finish you off.” he pleads.

you lean your forehead on the cool headboard infront of you. catching your breath but never stopping the grind of your hips.

he’s trying to slurp all your juices up but some drip down his chin and neck.

he adores the feeling. it gives him goosebumps.

cool and sticky. and it smells so good, he thinks he’s high.

this is the only drug he’ll ever crave.

“my favorite treat.” he all but sings.

then art does something he hasn’t before.

at least not in front of you.

he starts wiggling his hips back in forth. just a little bit but it’s consistent and noticeable. almost like he’s wagging an imaginary tail.

“m’gonna cum.”

that’s probably arts favorite phrase in the whole world.

half of him wants to slow down and make this last longer. but the other half, the half that will end up winning, wants to be showered in cum.

he focuses solely on your clit now. he can’t help but just take a tiny.. baby nibble. it’s just so cute and bite sized !! it’s such a fun chew toy for him.

it completely shocked you and made you yelp.

that’s what makes the coil in your stomach snap.

he knew it would.

you forget how to breathe for a moment. you freeze, seemingly weightless. your whole body going limp.

you screech and are trying to get away, it’s too much. but also trying to bury him deeper because nothings ever felt this good.

the aftershocks last a long time. you crouch there with your mouth open and every hair on your body standing up.

he took a moment to stare at the aftermath. he’s mesmerized. very proud of his hard work. and he decides that’s his new favorite color.

it’s spread on your thighs, dripping down your ass.

neither of you are surprised . art is a messy eater.

without warning, art eats the cum from your weeping pussy. making you convulse and arch your back.

“uhhh!!”

he can’t help himself :(

“artie-“ you pant “too much.”

“just a little more,” he begs “this part tastes different.”

he doesn’t wait for you to respond. usually you’d scold him for this lack of manners but you weren’t about to pretend he wasn’t taking you to nirvana.

currents of electricity flow through your veins, you can visualize it. you’re not sure who’s having more fun: you or art.

when he’s done feasting, he manhandled your weak body so you’re properly laying down. he crawls up to your face. giving you puppy kisses aka big licks on your cheek. licks that coincidentally smell like you.

it breaks you out into a chuckle.

“thank you, baby” you say petting his hair

“thank you, are you kidding?”

you realize how much… everything is on his face.

“you’re messy.”

your genuine laughter is contagious.

“can you blame me?”

you shake your head.

he slowly laid his head on your naked chest. eyes already drooping.

“my babyyy,” you cooed.

he let out a faint happy noise into your skin.

“took such good care of mommy,”

“hnnnh”

“that’s right, you’re a good boy.”

you placed a peck on his forehead.

“lud you, mommy,” he mumbled, eyelids fighting to stay open. “so much…”

“aw, i love you too sweet pea.”

you gave his head scratches till he was out cold.

he fell asleep with your nipple in his mouth that night.

puppied out.

[liahaslosthermind]

~𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭~ Part 1

Part 1 of The Spy Master's Secret Find more ACOTAR works here! Summary: The Inner Circle has questions they need answered, too bad the one person they rely on for secret information is also the one who doesn't want to answer it. Warnings: Swearing, Cas and Rhysand fight, mention of *that* Solstice conversation, but I actually write Rhys as not an asshole in this one

Part 2 out now!

“It would certainly be me!” Nesta yelled, her voice joining the many that were arguing in the Inner Circle. 

Her mate let out a bellowing laugh, finding the statement ridiculous. She wouldn’t have been as pissed, had he not doubled over when realizing how very serious she was. 

“Nesta, don’t be ridiculous. You could be attached to him for 100 years straight and it still wouldn’t hold a candle to either me nor Cassian.” Rhysand stated, the air of superiority around him while making such a statement caused a shoe to fly at his head.

“Don’t be an ass, Rhys.” 

“Of course, Ferye, Darling.” The High Lord slumped down a little at that. 

The argument had been going on for far too long and after far too many drinks consumed, there wasn’t a resolution in sight.

“Well, now that we have established Nesta is out of the running, does anyone want to nominate themselves? Or will it only be Rhys and I?” Cassian asked.

Everyone was silent, minus Nesta who was angrily huffing at both her mate and his brother’s arrogance. 

“Good. Now, Rhysand, tell me what in Prythian has possessed you to think he would ever pick you over me?”

“What! Cas, you cannot actually be serious enough to think it would be yo-”

“If I remember correctly, one Solstice night a few years ago dethroned you forever.”

“That is not fair and you know it! Plus, we have made up tenfold.”

“Doesn’t matter, its about principles.”

“Please! Cassian, what the fuck do you know about principles?”

“Oh, I’ll show you principles alright-” Was all the General said before he promptly tackled Rhysand to the ground. 

Everyone else in the room just rolled their eyes. It seemed the fight would never end. 

“What am I looking at?” Lucian asked as he walked in on the brawl, noting how Amren and Mor were in the corner exchanging money for the bets they had already placed on the two Illyrians still fighting on the ground. 

“Cassian called himself Azriel’s best friend.” Elain explained as she moved over slightly on the couch, beckoning her mate forward. 

“I thought he was?” Lucian replied.

“Thank you!... I knew- I liked… you, Vanserra” Cassian managed to get out while Rhysand tried and failed to put him in a headlock. 

“I still think it's me.” Nesta grumbled. 

“I don’t understand why you all can’t ask Azriel himself?” Gwyn pitched in. 

The two brothers stopped their fighting as everyone looked to the priestess. 

Clearly, the thought hadn’t crossed anyones’ mind.

They all slowly turned to the Shadowsinger, who had been sitting in the chair by the corner of the room, shadows dancing around him, clearly enjoying the show as much as he was. 

“Come on, boy. Put the two most powerful idiots in Prythian out of their misery.” Amren said commanded 

The rest of the Inner Circle waited impatiently for Azriel’s response, which he purposefully took a pause before answering to torture them.

“Cassian, Rhysand, you both are my brothers. But I wouldn’t classify either of you as my best friend.” He finally responded. “What the fuck?” “Are you serious?” They yelled over each other.

“Ha! I knew it had to be m-” Nesta was cut off by the hand Azriel raised, pausing her thought. 

“Nesta, you are a very dear friend of mine. I appreciate our friendship very much… but it isn’t you either.”

The tension building from everyone’s anticipation was almost suffocating. 

The Spy Master opened his mouth then, deciding better of it, closed it. Getting out of his chair and walking to the door without a word. 

“Hold on!” Rhysand yelled and the House of Wind shut the door in front of Azriel, as if it too wanted to hear his answer.

Unamused, Azriel turned around to the sea of expectant faces.

“Azriel. You don’t think your… shadows are your best friend, right?” Cassian asked, a pitying tone in his voice.

Az’s shoulders shook with silent laughter at the string of curses his shadows sent at the General, even if Cassian couldn’t hear them.

“No, I don’t. But they don’t appreciate the tone, Cas.” Azriel answered as he watched his shadows menacingly circle Cassian. Finally deciding to put everyone out of their misery, he replied: 

“You don’t know her.” 

Before walking into the shadows, escaping the shouts of vulgarity that filled the room at his nonresponse.

A/n: Do y'all want a part 2?

Update: Read part 2 here!

[strippinjimmy]

EAT MY HEART OUT WHEN NO ONE'S WATCHIN'!

turbo!okarun x ayase!reader, 2.3k. MDNI

song rec; house of cards, bts

explicitly implied that both reader and okarun are well over 18, supposed exorcism? no intro though, ropes used, uncomfortable positioning, okarun is his usual bleak self just much less, afab reader, not proofread.

"You're gonna have to do better than that, shit makes me sad." Okarun whispers behind you, his voice is groggy and intimate, it makes you wonder if this would ever die down after the first round of attempt. 

"What gives you the idea that I'm not?" You're so cocky and adamant it pisses even yourself off. 

"If you really needed my assistance, I woulda expected a thank you at least, y'know?" you start.

"I know, and I'm sorry, really, I am," He sounds so pent up you're sorry for him again. "It's just, I can't stop, 's like I don't even realize it."

"I've got an idea, it might not work, but it's well worth a try," You flip the switch on, the light is dim but it gives you a clear image on what you're working with now.

Somehow Okarun looks much worse, like he's been put through and denied for centuries, maybe.

"Granny mentioned something about warding off spirits with ropes internally,"

"This fucking sucks," He growls out of desperation. "Just gimme a sec, I'm sure it's somewhere in here." You grab at a thick wad of the rope that was scattered around the room, a few yards of red might do the trick.

"What are you even planning on doing? Looks dumb," He sounds dumbfounded as you bring him to his knees, cuffing both wrists, you decide to let him stay free to an extent by letting his hands rest in the front, you tie a knot secure enough it might just cut his blood circulation off.

"This looks.. awfully familiar," He stares from the sidelines of his view. "Too bad you're gonna have to put up with it," You wrap the rope around his neck, tight enough he's got room to breathe and bark around more.

"That should do the trick," You ponder at the years of helping Okarun maintain his composure, it's a stretch to say that he hasn't thanked you enough, but now seems like the best time to get a rise out of him, it's no risk either, when it's someone like Okarun, you've known him since he's donned what could be titled the worst haircut since the dawn of time.

"Y'know, Okarun, don't you ever feel an ounce of pity for me?" You start, it's obviously a joke but it overwhelms him, all those years of having been saved by you, vice versa.

"Of course I have, I mean, it might sound a lil' stupid but I've always wanted to show you how appreciative I am, sounds cheesy so I figured you'd hate it anyways." There's always a catch to his words, stringing depressingly, but it fits his character.

"Oh, not at all, Okarun, if I were you, I would've done something a whole lot long ago." You murmur and smile down at him, he looks so pretty on his knees you're praying this happens biweekly, any more and you'd end up paralyzed accordingly. 

"And what might you be talkin' about?" His cocky attitude flares up for each and every second you keep him waiting at the edge. 

"You know, all those times you've at least thought about me," You pine on, dragging him closer to the corner of the bed by the rope.

He crawls, he follows obediently and he doesn't ever seem to take his eyes off of you. 

 "I know how badly you need it," Now you're facing him, he still stares up into your eyes in desperation, you watch as his eyes darken to a deep shade of scarlet as he shys away. 

"Don't even think about it, sweetheart, He leans into your space. "Not like this, ain't ideal, ain't a good way to leave a nice impression," 

"Then what is? You know you've been leading me on for years on end," Cuffing his face, you trace along his sternum. 

"Such a pain in the ass," He croons into your neck, resting at your chest, "Lemme feel you," He brings both hands to unbutton your jeans, despite being restrained, he does it with ease. 

"Show me what I'm workin' with, will ya?" He eases right in between your thighs, like he fits right there. 

You question it for a second before he glides a finger through your wet heat without skipping a beat, "That's more like it," his brash manner isn't a deal breaker anymore, if anything, it adds on to the situation. 

"That's what being good gets you, but you haven't exactly been good, haven't you?" At this rate he doesn't want to continue playing dumb just to get into your pants, he breaks past the barrier, Okarun tosses the remnants of the rope to the floor, the part that's still wrapped around his neck remains intact, by control of your hands, your wish.

"Mind games until you made me resort to this, y'know I ain't that typa guy," He adds on. "One to have things my way, but you, you're a completely different case." 

"Always wanted to know what that sweet cunt feels like, too much f'me to handle, figured I'll make things easier for you."

"The rope too, how flattering," He grabs one end of the rope, traces it from your shoulder blades down to the flesh of your cunt. 

His fingers are squeamishly long and slender, watching it feel the mound while he continues to tease you. "Fuck," You whisper, your breath is hot, dense as the air as you watch Okarun continue to glide the rope around either sides of your thighs. 

"Hurry up, can't wait any longer," You whine. 

"What gives you the idea that I'm being patient? If we both had things our way, we'd be at the end of the bed right now, you'd be crying for more," He sketches a wide picture and you're eager to paint it complete for him. 

"You're mean," Your hands grasp for the bedsheets. "I can get worse," he binds your thighs complete, now you're unable to move your arms, your legs are free to roam but he's certain you'd never run away, he grants you the right to speak, wants to hear you scream his name, he says. 

"That good for you? Needed me to keep you bound from giving me what I want." His fingers ghost over your pussy, his fingers slip upwards from your sweet spot, then downwards, you groan over the way he mocks you. 

Just as you least expect it, he brings his fingers to your mouth, coats his fingers wet with your spit before sliding a finger through your slit. 

"So fucking wet," He murmurs, curling the digits where you feel it best. "all of this f'me? Too kind," He digresses, he could never do anything like this, but now it's different, he's been keeping you in check for too long. 

You mewl and toss around just as he brings his free hand to hold you down, he jostles you back in place, resting your thighs around his shoulders. "That's too much, please, Okarun, 's too much," you squeal, feeling yourself go numb for a little over a minute, your very core being played with past your orgasm. 

"Messy, too bad." Okarun hums, he's pleased with the girl he's always wanted to see. To become. If he can evolve into a tale of corruption then sure can you. 

"Okarun— Ken, Ken, 'm gonna cum again," you wail and it slips past your mind voice. Within a split second, he pulls back, the fucking audacity. 

Ken.

Lot's of new firsts tonight, this one defied all odds in his mind. 

It's a lingering thought but you wonder if this is even his first time, you dared not to question it at the start out of what could've been labelled as fear. 

"Say that again," 

"Ken," 

"Fuck." 

He lines his swollen tip over your nub, teasing you where it hurts the most before bottoming out inside you. 

You angle your head to face him, watching as he attempts to ease his cock into you. It's big, there's no way it would fit. He notices as you slowly push away. 

"Hey, no sweat, just the tip, how's that for ya?" He soothes, you hum keenly in response. 

"That feel good?" He whispers. 

"Uh huh, feels too good," You nod and babble, eyes shut, head tilted back, the whole nine yards. 

"I got another thing I wanna try," He interrupts, pulling the tip of his cock to feel your mound, he pushes it slightly down and you watch as it shifts in size for each thrust Okarun gives. 

You feel Okarun as he picks up his pace, followed by you garnering what little energy you've got left to spare. 

"Fuck, can't—" He pulls out in a flash, his eyes are half lidded as he watches his cum sputter onto your lower abdomen.

Now he's slightly embarrassed and his movements are ever-so-slightly rigid, a wave of regret and satisfaction washes over him.

"Again, I'm sorry for that, but I gave you a forewarning," He settles by you in bed.

"Anytime," You retort languidly, undoing the rope around Okarun's wrists. 

"Plus, I still owe you one," It's odd, but as friends, you two are bound to retain an even tally of orgasms. 

"Don't put it like that, dude," He groans.

"You're right though, maybe not now." He murmurs, burying his face by your neck, he hums before drifting off. 

[jonathansthickthighs]

My Sweetest Heart: Yandere! Fushiguro Toji x Reader

Description: You have a one night stand with Toji and now he won’t leave you alone.

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Masterlist

Trigger Warnings: nsfw, yandere, obsessive behavior, female reader, AFAB reader, toxic behavior, stalking, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up), alternative universe (no curses), daddy kink, age gap (reader is in her early 20’s, toji is in his mid 30’s)

A/N: hello! this is my first time posting anything here. if anyone reads this, i hope you enjoy. if you do, i might continue it :)

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You were uncertain how you ended up with your legs on each side of your head as this beast of a man you didn’t even know thrust deeply into you. You weren’t even aware you were this flexible before this. However, you weren’t complaining as you felt the tip of his thick, hard member collide with your g-spot repeatedly. He had made you reach your peak three times by now and it was evident that stopping wasn’t in his plans. His grunts and moans only fueled your horniness, hearing a man make some noise during intimacy could rile any woman up.

“This tight lil’ pussy is driving me crazy, sweetheart. Fuck— you gonna let me feel you come on me again? Lemme feel you flutter around my cock, baby, please.” He begged into your ear, his low, raspy voice sending waves of pleasure all over your body. This man knew what he was doing to you.

You moaned loudly, feeling his dick twitch inside you. “I need it, Toji! Don’t fucking stop!”

“That’s right. Say my fuckin’ name, baby. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” You thought this to be impossible, but he started drilling you harder, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull and forcing you to succumb into the delightful sensation that his large prick brought you. The room was filled with the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass repeatedly, your juices pooling on the sheets of the bed. It didn’t take long for your pussy to clench around his dick, announcing the arrival of your orgasm.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna— I’m g-gonna come, Toji!” You gasped as you squeezed his cock, making him shudder. You were forcing him to come.

“Holy s-shit.” He cursed as you milked his cock. Long, thick spurts of semen started painting your walls white, making your combined juices overflow from your abused hole. He stilled inside your pussy as he finished riding his high, laying his head on your breasts once he was done.

You thought it was over, until you felt him starting to suckled on your nipples.

“Lemme take you again, sweetheart.” He groaned, his voice muffled by your breasts. Jesus, does this man have unlimited energy? He flipped you over onto your stomach on a swift motion, as if you weighed nothing to him. Somehow, you still had enough strength to keep yourself up on your hands and knees. He spread your ass cheeks open and watched as his seed dripped out of your cunt slowly, like it was seducing him into sliding himself inside you once more. He hissed, feeling his dick get painfully hard again.

“Gods, what a beautiful sight.” Toji grasped his shaft, stroking it a few times before pressing the tip against your entrance, forcing a moan out of you. “You want it, you slut? Wanna feel daddy’s dick splitting you open again?”

You weren’t experienced with men.

In fact, this was your very first one night stand. You wanted to experience for once in your life what it meant to be free and to have control over your own body, so when you saw Toji looking directly at you from across the bar, you knew he was going to be the one fucking your brains out tonight.

You had decided to go out with your girl friends to decompress from work when one of them pointed out the dark haired, exquisite looking man that had been staring at you the entire night. You didn’t know if it was the fact that a man that looked like that had been eyeing you up this whole time or if you were just tipsy, but you got a sudden burst of confidence that pushed you to go talk to him.

He seemed extremely pleased you approached him, excited even. He was noticeably older than you, but not old enough to be your father. You had never paid much attention to men his age, but something about this absolute hunk of a man pulled you to him. Looking at him up close made you nervous, the confidence you felt earlier, slowly turning into shyness. This man was definitely the most handsome man you’ve laid your eyes on. Judging by the smirk on his face he enjoyed your shyness. He thought it was cute.

To your surprise you had a very fluid, enjoyable conversation. He knew how to have a good time. You could feel a sincere interest coming from him, he wanted to get to truly know you, asking you questions about yourself, your likes, your hobbies and your life in general.

It was a shame you only wanted to fuck him.

At this point of your life you weren’t looking for a relationship. You had just gotten out of a five year relationship with your first ever boyfriend a few months ago and you simply weren’t ready to get into another commitment just yet. You had been with you first boyfriend since you were teenagers and you never got to explore what it felt like to be young and single. You wanted to learn how to be alone.

So you cut Toji short politely inviting him over to your place and he didn’t even hesitate to agree.

This is how to ended up with this man pounding you sore pussy from behind like a madman.

You moaned wantonly as he spanked your ass red, your ass jiggled with each harsh thrust. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ good, baby. The bes’ one I’ve ever felt.” Toji was so pussy drunk, he could barely form words.

You looked over your shoulder wanting to see his expression and god was the sight gorgeous. His mouth hanging open and his brows furrowed, his body dripping with sweat. Then he opened his eyes and looked directly into yours. You both had the same expression.

“Oh, don’t you give me that slutty face. I’m not gonna last.” Toji grunted, delivering another slap to your ass. You smirked and let out a moan as you started pushing your ass towards him, trying to meet his thrusts. You squeezed your pussy tighter around him feeling him twitch inside you.

“You fuckin’ whore. You want me to fill you up with my cum again don’t you?” He said between a moan and a chuckle. “Tell me you want it, baby.”

“I want it so bad, daddy. Please empty your balls inside me!” Your fifth orgasm was approaching as well.

“Take it!” He bottomed out releasing his seed straight into your womb, making you scream as your own orgasm took over squirting all over his crotch and thighs. Your legs finally giving up as you crashed onto the bed.

Toji pulled out slowly, groaning at the sensitivity. He laid down besides you, admiring your sweaty, red face. He thought you looked the most beautiful like this. “How about we take a shower together, sweetheart?”

So you did and you let him spend the night.

After all, how bad could it be?

The next morning you woke up with a pair of strong arms wrapped around you. You almost got scared until you remembered what happened last night, you could not believe you actually had sex with a stranger. You covered your mouth as you giggled quietly in disbelief. You knew this wasn’t going to become something frequent, you weren’t the type to sleep around, but you had to admit it had been a great experience and you were glad it had been with a man as experienced as Toji. It probably wouldn’t have worked out as well if it wasn’t for him, so you had to give him some credit.

Speaking of which, you could feel Toji stirring awake. You turned around to look at him and you were received with a sleepy smile. “Mornin’, sweetheart.”

“Morning.” You replied back feeling your shyness take over.

“Don’t get shy with me now, I saw your entire being last night.” He joked, giving your cheek a sweet kiss. Are men usually this affectionate after causal sex?

You blushed from embarrassment, he really did see your entire being. You started to get up, only to be stopped by a hand grabbing your arm. “Where you going so early, baby? Let me keep you warm for a little longer.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Toji. If I don’t get up now, I’m gonna be late for work!” You answered giving him a courteous smile. You weren’t certain why he was being so doting, you didn’t know if this was normal behavior after a one night stand. What you did know was that, that’s all you wanted it to be. Simply a night of good, casual sex with a hot guy you met at a bar. A man you would never have to see again and to you it was safe to assume that Toji was the type of man looking for the same thing as you.

“I see. Well, maybe we could grab some coffee and I can drop you off at work. How does that sound?”

“I don’t drink coffee.”

“Lunch?” He insisted.

“Toji—“ He cuts you off by pressing his scarred lips to yours, tangling his fingers with your hair.

He pulled away, his finger still holding your hair. “Baby, don’t worry. Just give me your number and we can schedule something for when you’re available.”

You felt odd. How can you get out of this situation? You hated this, you’ve never been in a position like this before. You felt helpless as you hesitantly agreed to give him your number. The weirdest part being that he never let go of your hair until you entered you contact information into his phone. It felt threatening in a way, even if his grip on you was loose.

He let go of your hair when you handed him his phone back. “Perfect. Let me just call you real quick so you can save my number.” Good thing you didn’t give him a fake number. “I’ll get going then. I’ll text you later, sweetheart.” Toji smirked, pecking your lips before walking out of them room.

You let out a sigh of relief once you heard your front door slam closed. You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until now. You were feeling exasperated, you were already praying he never contacted you.

Maybe last night was a mistake.

Toji was a troubled man. He knew it. The people around him knew it.

They say no one is born evil, but from the moment he gained conscious he doesn’t remember a moment when he was truly good and quite frankly, he preferred it stayed that way. He had been raised around pain and suffering. He was brought into this world to become an assassin from a young age. He was brought to inflict nothing but agony and that’s all he knew how to do. He doesn’t remember a single moment of happiness from his early childhood to his adult life. He was made to believe he didn’t deserved love and he believe it because he never did anything worthy of it. He knew he wasn’t a good man.

He knew he wasn’t a good man and that’s why he didn’t feel guilty about all the times he followed you as you walked back to your place from work.

The moment he laid his eyes on you, something changed deep within him. There was a feeling he’d never felt before and it felt… good?

You first saw Toji at that bar, but Toji?

Oh, Toji first saw you at least two months before that.

Rain was pouring over him, but he could care less because what he was witnessing right now was perhaps the most breathtaking, heart-bursting sight in his entire existence. It was you. The answer to all his problems just walked past him in the torrential rain. He was amazed that not even the rain could conceal your beautiful face, he could see it perfectly clear. You were wearing some type of uniform that clung to your body thanks to the weather. Toji couldn’t help but admire the shape of your body, instantly getting hard at the sight of your nipples hardening from the cold rain under your white shirt. You had only walked by him for a few seconds, but to him it felt like an eternity. It was almost as if you were walking in slow motion. In spite of being distracted by your beauty, he was still an extremely observant man and was able to descry the name of the company you worked for on the logo planted on your shirt.

Toji wasn’t a good man. That’s why he stalks you any time he can, to him he’s just making sure you’re safe. That’s why loves breaking into your place and stealing your clothes and anything he can get his hands on that will make him feel closer to you. He particularly loves laying on your bed and smelling your sheets, your scent was simply divine. That’s why he tugs on his cock any time he caught sight of you. That’s why he would drag any man that dared approach you —hell, even look at you— to an empty alley and beat them to a pulp without a care for their sorry lives. He was an assassin, it’s all he knew how to do.

Toji wasn’t a good man, but he wanted to be for you.

He couldn’t stand hiding behind your shadow any longer, he was growing desperate. He felt pathetic, this feeling was alien to him and he hated it. He needed you to notice him.

Imagine his luck when he saw you walk into the bar that night. Toji was over the moon. Both of you were finally at the same place at the same time and he didn’t even need to fake a scenario for it to occur.

Toji was having an internal battle with himself, trying to find a way to approach you where you wouldn’t find him creepy. You were with your friends which made it harder for him to come up with a way to swoop you away. He never had trouble getting any woman to bed him, but you weren’t just any woman. You were special to him. He wanted to keep you, provide for you, protect you, love you.

He didn’t realize how long he had been staring at you until he noticed one of your friends point him out. He freaked out internally until he saw you move your gaze towards him and he swore his heart could come out through his mouth at any moment. This was the first time he ever made eye contact with you and he couldn’t wait to hold your gaze for the rest of your lives. To his surprise, you smiled at him.

He observed as you whispered something to your friend before standing up.

You were walking towards him.

All this time thinking about how to approach you and now you were coming to him.

That night he had the best time he’s had in his life. Getting to talk to you, look at you up close was indescribable to him. Although he wished he could’ve spoken to you more, he didn’t mind how the night ended at all. Getting to enjoy your delicious little body was the best part of it. He gave you his all. He wanted to make sure you were ruined for any other man, he wanted you to only think of him from that night forward.

He really thought he had achieved that.

But the next morning you were so cold to him it broke his heart to a million pieces.

But that’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll win your heart over. ♥︎