#boy was prepping to blow our minds

[attapullman]

Head empty no thoughts except for those giant veiny hands around my throat sweet Jesus Morgan we are going to die of thirst 🥵

SORRY NEW LEW CONTENT DROPPED AND I AM A HORNY BITCH

like that tie? the hand in pocket? the HAND just out chilling? fucking take me out it would be less painful than wanting him to absolutely demolish me in the bathroom

[7waystreet]

dirty confessions | kim taehyung

This BTS 18+ explicit series will include 7 diary entries (one from each of the bangtan boys) confessing to the dirty thoughts they have about (y/n) and the sinful sexual acts they've part taken in during their lives.

I kindly ask the reader to start with pt.1 and end with pt.7 since it's a series and will contain overlapping scenarios and characters ♡

✬ foreword pt. 1 — seokjin pt. 2 — yoongi pt. 3 — namjoon pt. 4 — hoseok pt. 5 — jimin pt. 6 — taehyung pt. 7 — jungkook

pt. 6 — taehyung

Hi diary,

I have a confession to make. Not only did I indulge in that mind blowing threesome with Jimin and his chick, but I also secretly fucked Jungkook's gf (y/n) in the butt.

It's not just lust when it comes to (y/n)... she's been my best friend for years and I've been in love with her for as long as I can remember, much before the time she began dating Jungkook. I'd never confessed my feelings to her out of the fear of losing her, and looking back, I'm thankful I never did bcuz she ended up falling for Jungkookie anyways. It took me months to finally accept I'd never have her, my heart breaking every single time I saw them together happily in love, until I forced myself to get over it.

Her happiness means the world to me.

But everything changed when (y/n) approached me with a dark cloud looming above her head during our group roller skating meetup last weekend, appearing very much unlike her usual fun self... everything changed forever.

Hobi hyung and I struggle the most while roller skating, the fear of death flashing right before my eyes when I tumbled and got ready to fall smack onto the floor. But I suddenly felt two soft arms curl around my waist and hold me up straight from slipping, her fresh sweet scent seeping into my senses confirming my best friend (y/n) had indeed saved my ass. A heat flared through my chest knowing she was so close to me and enveloping my back in her warmth, my broken heart desperately pleading she'd never let go... but just like that, she inched out of the embrace and helped turn me around, a smile perking up my lips when my eyes met her beautiful ones.

But that happiness quickly faded away after I noticed the somber look on her dulled out face.

"What's wrong?" I asked her with a deepening concern, my fear of being on skates instantly disappearing as all of my attention went straight to her, trying to understand the reason behind her sadness.

"It's Kook."

My heart dropped hearing the depressing tone in her voice bcuz I knew how much he meant to her, her joyless demeanor indicating something was seriously wrong. I asked her what'd happened but it made me feel guilty as her eyes started to flood with tears. So I suggested if she just wanted to hangout after roller skating and talk about it, to which she agreed with a nod, then slowly drifting away towards Jungkookie while he was too busy playing with others.

"I think Kook's cheating on me. He just seems so distracted lately and he barely wants to have sex... I can't help but think he's with someone else. Sorry Tae. I know this is all TMI, but I couldn't share this stuff with anyone else but you."

As much as my sore heart wanted her to shut the fuck up about her sex life with Jeon Jungkook, I knew I had to put aside my hurt feelings and be there for my best friend. I assured her the young one was probably just stressed out bcuz of the upcoming concert prep as he always wants to give his 110% for ARMY, and that's probably why he seemed distant. There was no real proof that could confirm he was cheating on her, and I didn't want to feed her anxiety any more than what the poor girl was already experiencing. I wanted her to feel better.

My tummy madly flipped around when she suddenly flung her body onto mine, making me sink back into the couch's cushion with her weight on top of me, her small face buried in my chest while I could hear her silent sobs and shudders of worry. Nothing else mattered in that moment, my arms engulfing her in a big bear hug at once and holding her tight, her makeup staining my hoodie in the prettiest way possible.

I assured (y/n) that nobody could hurt her as long as I was standing by her side, which would be for the rest of our lives. My gut wrenched when she pulled away and looked up at me with glistening eyes, sniffling her snot heavy before a smile cracked through her gorgeous lips, my own mouth reflecting a grin when she sighed out in ease after a long time of crying.

"Why do you even put up with all my bullshit?" she awkwardly chuckled, cutely wiping her tears away with the back of her palm, but she froze in place when I blurted out "That's what you do for the girl you love."

The next couple of mins are burned into my memory forever for the way they made me feel a roller coaster of emotions... mostly an overwhelming amount of regret though. (y/n) gazed into my eyes while both her hands were still on my chest, her swollen face then leaning up to mine and pressing our lips together in a soft, sizzling kiss. The way our breaths naturally synced and fastened up made us both pause with our eyes closed shut to comprehend what'd just happened, our noses slightly touching as we remained inches away from each others faces. We'd just willingly shared our first kiss together.

I wasn't sure how we'd ended up doing this now after years of being the closest of friends... everything almost feeling like a dream, but to my pleasure it wasn't. (y/n) was mine in that moment, and I was willing to do anything to make her feel happy. I did respectfully ask to check if this is really what she wanted and she confirmed she did... if (y/n) felt peace in my arms, then I was gonna give her just that.

The best part was none of this shit felt weird, not even when we'd both made our way into the safety of my bedroom, probably bcuz (y/n) and I've slept in the same bed plenty of times before, just never in a sexual way like tonight. We'd already gotten into a hot makeout within seconds, our lips struggling to stay detached while I lightly sucked on her tongue, our hands slowly exploring one another's bodies to get used to touching each other in this unashamed way. It's crazy how many emotions I'd repressed all these years, passionate emotions I felt for her that were bursting out of me when my body got on top of hers and saw her crumble underneath my touch.

Her lips quivered when my palm wrapped around her neck and added a slight pressure, her face lighting up with excitement by seeing this hidden dominant side of me in such a way, my lips grazing her shivering ones as I leaned down and asked her "Is there something you wanted to try in bed... something he didn't do that I could help you with?"

My blood set on fire when she choked out "Anal" the more I added pressure on her throat with my palm, my lips immediately crashing into hers after hearing that word, my whole being now kissing her with a raging thrill, her moans mingling with mine while we began to really get into the mood.

The key to making any girl comfortable for anal is foreplay, and although (y/n) suggested drinking alcohol to loosen ourselves up, I refused the offer as I wanted to be in my senses and live in the present without being under any kind of influence. We naturally eased into a rhythm in no time though, our bodies wildly grinding against one another to up our desires even more, my throbbing cock rubbing onto her clit through our clothes enough to make her want to tear my clothes off right then and there.

I'll never forget the shocked looked on (y/n)'s face when she looked down at my big boner pop out after she'd pulled off my sweatpants, her throat visibly taking in a big gulp at the thought of my dick entering her tight lil ass. But the worry on her face faded away the second my mouth touched her clit, the way I was going down on her melting her into sweet pudding, although her pussy tasted way better than that. (y/n)'s moans and yelps were getting me off, my eyes focused up on her face while my tongue circled her clit and sucked on it with the perfect titillating pressure, my mouth then teasing her folds and slurping up her juices already flooding out while I rubbed her clit with my thumb to keep arousing her and loosening her muscles.

It was the most intimate night of my life, the trust we both feel in each other as best friends allowing us to let go and perform such a sensitive act without worry. Just seeing her arch her back and get on all fours for me made me harden up even more, the sexy view of her fine ass right in front of me making my stomach drop while I poured a ton of lube on my cock and rubbed a little on her hole, her knees instantly shuddering at my touch. Leaning down towards her face, I kissed (y/n) and told her to communicate with me if anything hurt or felt uncomfortable and she eagerly kissed me back and smiled to finally give me the go.

Holy shit was it magical... the level of tightness in her ass something I'd never experienced before, the tip of my cock gradually inching in while I observed her moves, (y/n) whimpering and clutching the sheets in fists to get through the initial pain. I wanted to do everything possible to ease her into it so I guided my girl through the entirety of the sex, encouraging her to simultaneously touch herself the way she liked it while I stretched her butt out. My dick was fully nestled inside her hole by now, (y/n)'s fingers rubbing her clit in circles to the dirty talk I was now feeding her, praising her for how hot she was making me feel, how she was going to make me cum so hard, and how I wanted to keep fucking her all night long until she couldn't stand up or walk.

All of my fantasies were playing out one by one as I talked nasty to her and told (y/n) just how bad I wanted to ruin her, her chest shuddering while she kept touching herself and I picked up the pace of fucking her anally, my cock on cloud 9 feeling the friction of her ass against my bare skin, the need to cum approaching soon while (y/n)'s screams indicated she was nearing her end too.

My huge load of cum dripped right out of her asshole like a cream donut after I came straight into her with a breathless sigh, (y/n)'s legs clenching and her chest collapsing after she'd cum herself from the heightened combination of things. The sight was too beautiful to take in. Her legs gave out and she fell flat on the bed, her face in the mattress and body shaking as she tried to gain her severed breath, my body laying down next to her and rubbing her back to soothe her as I tried to calm down from my high myself.

(y/n) finally turned around and smiled at me, the both of us acknowledging the fact that nothing would change between us despite sharing this unforgettable experience together. Everything felt perfect.

a/n ♡

i imagined a "friends to lovers" plot for tae as it'd suit him the best over the others, knowing he's a social butterfly with many friends irl. altho this storyline has similarities to hoseok's, the motive behind the sex in both plots is diff; tae's not wishing revenge or lust like hobi. tae simply loves (y/n) but it blinds his judgement of betraying jungkook. tae is known to acting on whim irl and just doing what his heart freely desires, so the unplanned act with (y/n) doesn't come as a shocker.

— social butterfly: tae's able to establish a rapport with jimin's gf just like he is with jungkook's gf without having his own gf. he naturally possesses the quality to bond with various people, which is shown by the way he's able to hookup with both girls without any awkwardness

— eccentric persona: anal isn't the most common sexual act but it doesn't scare him when (y/n) suggests it. he's accepting of trying new things especially with his best friend, a reflection of tae's "free spirit" personality and lifestyle irl

— care giver: instead of drinking alcohol as a short cut to loosening up, he makes (y/n) feel comfortable by going down on her, easing her into things bcuz acts of service is a big part of his love language irl

[shantechni]

The character I wanna talk about is Zog! Crazy that they break your heart with both his iterations in similar but different ways

03 Zog. I love this guy. Granted that’s only because he appears to be permanently loopy from too much oxygen, so he remains on our side after getting his breathing apparatus fixed. Even still, he’s a great help to the team, he’s loyal, even in his intro narration says the “recom team” are great warriors he’s proud to fight with 🥲

And then Shredder injures him, and then he grabs hold of Shredder to try and take him out while sacrificing himself 😭. Which didn’t work. 🤬

Side note: in his narration he says the attack on Shredder’s ship is in preparation for an invasion. Ever since I first saw it I was like “Prep for what now? 😐” And then the invasion happens in S3! And I guess I made up in my mind that Zog had called them with his location bc I can’t find anything saying that, but at the time I was like “Zog, no! You screwed us over!”

Now 2012 Zog! Oh boy. Need to rewatch but I remember the gist and skimmed Turtlepedia. Same basic set up. Separated triceraton a little loopy from too much oxygen, joins the turtles, in this instance Raph specifically bonds with him. Helps turtles discover the kraang are back on earth, but loses the loopiness when his nitrogen supplier is fixed. He turns on the turtles, says he’s not mad at Raph for lying 😃, but only bc he expected that kind of thing from earthlings, oof 😬. Now this Zog does call the triceratons to invade AND blow up the earth bc the kraang are there! He rejects Raph’s friendship as they fight, and when he’s offered Raph’s hand to save him, he let’s go. 😨

Yeah they really twisted the knife with each version, huh-

It's hard to determine which story was more tragic honestly. He remained an ally to the turtles up to his sacrifice in the '03 series thanks to his lack of mental clarity, but the turtles had to face his eventual betrayal in the '12 series (and Raph had to once again witness the fall of someone he grew to care for, this time a fall to their death). I wonder if we'll ever get a version of him that doesn't die😭

I think that line in the '03 series about an invasion was pertaining to them infiltrating the ship the Foot clan and Shredder were on, not Earth lol. He believes Splinter and the turtles are fellow Triceratons and they convinced him that they're entering a Federation stronghold to take the Federation down. The only reason the Triceratons invaded Earth was because they traced the Fugitoid's transionic particle trail to the planet, which led them to believe he was taking refuge there. They assumed the trail resulted from the use of the teleportal to escape capture, but it actually resulted from the Utroms using their transmat to bring the turtles back to Earth.

[malbecmusings]

Juneau, Alaska

July 26 & 27 - A warning that was stressed over and over and over by guides we talked to while planning this trip: DO NOT underestimate the bears. A grizzly has a sense of smell exponentially better than a bloodhound. With the ability of said 1,000lb plus behemoth to hit 40, yes f-o-r-t-y, miles an hour for up to 2 miles nonstop, shit could hit the fan faster than you could imagine. The prep we've done, including for a potential unfriendly wildlife encounter could be a book in itself. We're all carrying bear spray; the boy scout and I are each carrying a different type (potency/volume vs range). Everyone is also carrying chest holsters with big bore handguns, and yes, praying we don't have to use them.

My first thought this morning was one of of gratitude for not having any large, nosey critters come into camp in the middle of the night. My second thought was about how good I felt. We spent for-effin-ever trying out different tens, sleeping bags, and sleeping pads before we found a combo that we liked. Although it was in the 50's we stayed warm and didn't wake up feeling like we had spent the night sleeping on rocks, which is exactly what we had done.

Half our party was already up having coffee around the fire when I unzipped the tent to assess the world. The clouds were pretty low so there wasn't a need to get in a hurry. While everyone primarily responsible for flying is instrument rated, meaning we could get up and call for a clearance to fly into Juneau.... why?

Instead of rushing to get everything packed up, we decided to make a big breakfast and chill while we waited for the weather to lift. There wasn't as much concern about cooking this morning because we'd all be up and *might* be able to see or hear something coming. Our resident chefs went wild and made the biggest, best tasting breakfast burritos and pancakes I've ever had. My contribution to the feast was virgin Bloody Marys which were almost as good as the high test variety.

The ceilings lifted by the time we finished breakfast, got everything cleaned up, and the planes packed. We flew upriver in search of more gravel bars to do touch and go's on. I made two full stop landings in a slight crosswind that even I was proud of. It pays to sleep with know a good CFI.

Juneau holds the distinction of being one of only two state capitols that are wholly inaccessible by an outside road system. In addition to being a government town, it's also tourist central, with a yearly average visitor count of more than a million tourists. That's a lot, especially considering the metro population is barely 36K. But, it is stunning. Turn in any direction and you'll find mountains, the ocean, glaciers, and wildlife within arms reach.

We got lucky and found a VRBO big enough to house all of us rather than staying at a hotel. Bonus points for it being close to the airport. Our host was quick to recommend the Salmon Bake for dinner. Her instructions were to dress warm and go hungry. Imagine a rustic outdoor Cracker Barrel buffet. It was a bit very touristy, but isn't that the point? You can belly up to the bar, chill around a campfire and roast marshmallows, pan for gold, shop for stuff (of course), and enjoy an "Alaskan experience" while feasting on pretty decent food. Two tips: get a table by the creek if you can and get the glazed salmon.

Juneau Part II: We had a chill night and crashed early because we had a fishing charter scheduled this morning. Another cool, beautiful but wet morning. To hopefully minimize the risk of a lung issue flareup, I broke out both the layered cold weather and foul weather gear. It took two boats to haul all of us and the better part of an hour to reach the fishing grounds, which looked an awful lot like ALL the water we passed before reaching that spot. Our guides were amazing though. Between us, we caught a literal boatload of halibut, salmon, and rockfish surrounded by some of the most mind blowing scenery imaginable. The guides are going to process everything except what we saved for dinner and ship it to us when we get home.

We were planning to hike up to Mendenhall Glacier when we got back but pulling all these fish up from the bottom of the damn ocean wore us out. Instead we built a fire in the fire-pit, had a few drinks, and enjoyed a chill night. Tomorrow we head north again for another few nights off the grid. Our first stop will be the town of Cordova where we'll refuel and provision before heading to a Forest Service cabin on Hinchinbrook Island.

[milkcricket]

Cinematic Whiplash, the all day event (a ted talk)

Ok every one knows about the Barbie-Heimer double feature and the silly potential that has. The thing if one is willing to spend upwards of 4 hours in the theater to watch those two movies I purpose another extremally silly agenda.

if was one to go to the theater on July 22 the movie's, Barbie, Oppenheimer, Mission impossible 7, elemental, and asteroid city should all technically still be in theaters. I purpose a roughly 12 hour journey through cinema.

The most logical procession is, elemental, asteroid city, mission impossible, Oppenheimer, barbie. Elemental opens the day with whimsy and an uncomplicated plot, as well it will probably be the most forgettable movie, get it out of the way first, easy. Next asteroid city up's the complexity, all five million characters and a typical Wes Anderson plot gets the mind thinking, open to perfectly crafted story, as well it continues the previous whimsy but eases the transition from animation to live action. Next Mission Impossible, this movie is essentially prep for Oppenheimer, we’ve gotten our sillies out and now its time for some good action and high stakes, it probably will have its silly moments though to transition well after asteroid city, as well its got Simon Peg and who doesn't love Simon Peg. Next is the all intensity film Oppenheimer, what ever trauma Tom Cruise just went through will be minimized and forgotten the second this film starts, this film will have soul crushing moments and intense visuals, and a special cameo from Albert Einstein. Finally we reach real cinema, The Barbie Movie, all this has been to prepare for the barbie movie, elemental prepared us for bright and beautiful visuals, asteroid city introduced us to how meticulously crafted this world will be, mission impossible, and Oppenheimer prepared us for a soul crushing message and artfulness that will be the Barbie Movie. 

This is the optimal way to enjoy all these films.

Though I would like to suggest a second more traumatizing viewing order.

One may think a pretty traumatizing order could come from starting with barbie and ending with Oppenheimer but I purpose this. Start with Barbie, fun music and existential dread early in the morning. Next Mission Impossible, a complete curve ball from barbie, watch tom cruise rag doll on the big screen. Next Asteroid city, jumbled by all the tom cruise chaos, now try to comprehend a Wes Anderson movie. Next is Oppenheimer, really bring back that existential dread from earlier pilled on top of confusion. Finally end with elemental as you question your life and why the fuck they made a fire boy and water girl movie. 

Of course there are probably other traumatizing variants of this set list but I think that is the MOST trauma inducing version. 

In conclusion, I’m going to blow all of my saved up money in one day as well as destroy my sanity. Feel free to take my advice and also attempt this cinematic challenge, I would love to get feed back on my purposed watching orders.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 550, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1253

Fuss fuss fuss fuss

“Shhhhh… it’s alright, can you quiet down now, Baby Teddy?”

Fuss fuss fuss fuss

“Oh, you too, Baby Mattie? You two need to be quiet now and not wake your little sister!”

Fuss fuss fuss fuss

“Speak of the devil, hihi Baby Jojo! You can’t sleep either?”

Fuss fuss fuss fuss

I sat up, wondering what the fuss was about and found Peter giving the triplets skin to skin, murmuring soft words of love and comfort as the babies lightly fussed about.

Fuss fuss fuss fuss

“My love?” I mumbled. “What on earth is going on?”

“Go back to sleep now, sleepy sweetheart of mine,” he ordered me in a gruff voice. “The triplets are refusing to sleep any.”

“I really need to pump right now anyways,” I whispered, reaching over and snagging my breast pump from in between my bed and beside table. “Never you mind any now, my love.”

He only smiled at me as I prepped the machine before hooking it up to my nipple and then relaxing as it began to work. I didn’t need to look up to see Peter watching me with a loving worship in his hazel blue eyes.

“Bum bum bum boo budda bum,” he sang quietly, me looking up and catching him dancing in place, cradling the three sleepless babies tight to his broad chest. “Yabba dabba doo!”

Baby Jojo let out a sneeze, beginning to softly whimper as she readied herself to start crying. I smiled at the sight of her brothers wrapping their arms around her, silently telling their younger sister that she was safe and loved.

“Good babies, sweet babies,” Peter rumbled affectionately, plopping the three babies into their baby bassinet bed attachment over on his side of the bed before quickly set up a changing station on the foot of the bed. “All cute and wide eyes, good babies, sweet babies, daddy loves you three.”

“My love, you just made up the perfect lullaby for the babies!” I hummed delightfully, sighing in bliss as the uncomfortable feeling in my milk filled tits went away.

“And so I did, sweetheart,” he hummed joyfully. “And so I did.”

I glanced over at the clock perched on my bedside table, taking note of the time- 1:49 AM.

“My love, have you been up all this time, or had the triplets woke you up just now?” I questioned him, removing the now full of milk baggie and replacing it with a fresh baggie.

“I was partway asleep up until they started to fuss,” he confessed sheepishly,

“Well, since we’re both up now, what shall we talk about?” I grumbled, arching my back and getting a rapid fire onslaught of CRACK-CRACK-CRACKs.

“I think we should talk about our family trip coming up in a few months,” he confessed. “The other boys and I have managed to snag tickets for everyone where we will get onto the same planes. I upgraded the both of us up to first class and the kids are in economy. I figure this will make things so much more easier.”

“Well then, we should probably have a day where the boys come in and spend them with the kids and the babies,” I planned out. “What day works best for you, my love?”

“I’ll go ahead and ask them,” he offered, taking a seat back on the bed and settling the three little babies back into their bedside bassinet, pressing whiskery kisses onto their temple. I couldn’t help but notice that he placed Baby Jojo in between her brothers, reminding me much of when they were still in my tummy growing.

“I like the picture of Baby Mattie and Baby Teddy protecting Baby Jojo from evil in the world,” Peter confessed in a soft voice, peeking in on Baby Eve, who was softly snoring as she dreamed sweet baby dreams in her own individual baby bassinet.

“My love, do you have a favorite child?” I wondered all of a sudden.

“Do you?” he asked me, rolling over onto his side to face me. “I love all my kids for who they are and what they represent. Aria, Evie, little girl, Baby Tommy, Elizabeth, Elle, Katie, Jing, Baby Eve, Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy, Baby Jojo. They are all my kids, even if not so biologically. I love how outspoken Aria is. I love how gentle and caring Evie is. I love how adventurous and independent little girl is. I love how Baby Tommy will come up at random and demand cuddles. I love how Elizabeth can see the beauty in just about anything. I love how much joy Katie hold in her heart. I love how Baby Eve’s eyes light up whenever music is around her. I love how different the triplets are from one another, yet they are just the same. I love the comfort that Elle and Jing bring their girls. They are my children, and I will love them and protect them, for now and until the last of my days on this earth.”

I smiled at how sappy he was acting as he eyeballed my second still full tit as I tugged the milk pump off from my now empty tit.

“Got milk?” he whimpered as I reached around his and tugged a condom out from his bedside table drawer.

“All yours, daddy dearest!” I giggled, swiftly unpackaging and sheathing his excited cock before sending him a sultry smirk and offering up my mother’s milk for him to devour.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck…” he panted in between suckles as I rode him lazily, my hands sprawled out across his muscular shoulders as gasps and cries were ripped out of me, accompanying the loud SLAP-SLAP-SLAP sounds that filled the room. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK…”

“I love yous” filled the room as I reached higher… and higher… and higher…

“I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS I gasped and giggled as he proclaimed his neverending love for me as we both gently fucked each other, our passionate love making extending far past physical attraction.

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@rock-a-noodle

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[lgcxnoeul]

“Have you even asked her how old her granddaughter is?” He questions, amusement spilling out in a soft laugh. There was no denying that his friend had a lot of attributes playing in his favor, but he was questioning her judgment for wanting to introduce her granddaughter to Byeongkwan. His friend repelled anything potentially serious. He had never dived deeper and their current setting didn’t seem appropriate to have a deep conversation. Was that even possible between the two of them before one of them switches to a more light-hearted topic? “Should I start prepping my speech? Actually, I want to host your wedding, hyung. Seojin would definitely the best man since he has the best sense out of all of us.” 

He waves his hand at the offering, reaching for it soon after he does so when he realizes that the gloves were now oily. Besides, using his shirt should be too embarrassing as an adult, right? He roughly wipes his face, leaving it over the lower part of his mouth to blow it off and watch it fall not too far away from his thigh. “No, we’re not corny people.” He turns away to face towards a wall, blinking away the moisture left on his eyelashes. “So spicy, or too much pepper, hm?” 

He leans forward to stare into the box of fried chicken in search of the most appetizing looking piece. He preferred to shift his attention on eating rather than the speaking about his thoughts running through his mind. It gets difficult to swallow when his friend speaks up. “Behind?” He tilts his head, relaxing his posture to slump forward and lean his forearms on his thighs. “Not by choice, hyung. I think we would have all preferred our reality to be different, but I feel a sense of relief that we’re all moving forward— in different directions, but no one is being left behind per se.” 

He releases a soft groan, tossing the bones into the top of the box to discard later before dropping onto his back to stare at the ceiling above them. “What are you looking forward to when we debut? Do you think it’ll feel different than when we did Spring Boys?” He asks Byeongkwan, removing his gloves and placing them above his napkin. “Should we run away now?” 

( NOEUL )

"Do you think they'll let us write something behind the paneling before they remodel?" He crumples the wipes, placing them on top of one of the container lids. "Something cryptic, or like 'The Leftovers.'" He stifles a laugh, slipping on the plastic gloves his fingers to reach out for the perfect, meaty piece. He feels the warmth flood his face, moisture forming on his lashes. He reaches up to wipe at one of his eyes with the back of his hand, albeit too late as a tear rolls down his cheek and over the corner of his jaw. "Shit." Who cries over fried chicken? He feigns a cough, turning away from BK. "Is this spicier than last time?"

"Hey now, it's not gossiping," he retorts with a click of his tongue. "She knows how much we love this place... Besides, she's gotta know where we're gonna start practicing next just in case it's ever bring-your-granddaughter-to-work day, y'know." A nonexistent employee holiday that the custodian has yet to acknowledge, despite how often she mentions wanting to introduce the two.

The idea of leaving their mark behind brings a playful smirk to his face, though. "Maybe? I always did wanna paint in here..." He starts to draw in the air with his own gloved hand, imagining a giant hidden mural behind the blank wall of the practice room. ( Though with his drawing skills, it wouldn't be much to look at... )

"Dude, it's not even sp - " he glances over and frowns. Byeongkwan has always had a complicated relationship with emotions, even his own. Over the years, he's developed various coping mechanisms to manage them, but seeing Noeul's tears now throws him off balance. Just the sight of the younger trainee crying has him internally panicking. Mayday, mayday - he notices a pile of random boxes in the corner, among which a stray roll of toilet paper catches his eye. Better than nothing?

He stands and shuffles towards it, hoping to help in the only way he can think of now, until his foot snags on something caught between a chair leg and a box. He tucks the toilet paper under his arm and kneels to see what it is - a leather jacket. He feels a sudden pang in his chest as he glances back at Noeul.

Dragging his feet, he returns to where Noeul is sitting, plops down beside him on the floor, and drapes the jacket over his shoulders. "What if we wrote Leftovers Forever, added our signatures or something? Is that too corny?" he suggests with a snort, trying to lighten the mood. He snatches a few squares off the roll and offers them with a sigh. "It's, uh... Bittersweet, yeah? Almost feels like... we're leaving something behind..."

[harryspet]

billionaire boys club | p.parker

[Warnings] dark!peter parker x reader, taste of steve x reader, hint of bucky x reader, rich!peter parker, college!peter parker, aged down steve rogers, aged down bucky barnes, noncon/dubcon sex, public sex, degredation/humiliation, manipulation, blackmail, unprotected sex, possessive!peter, nerdy!rich!reader, heavy buildup, plot with porn 

A/N: hope this long one-shot makes up for how long i’ve been gone :) steve and bucky are reader and peter’s age in this 

TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD PROCEED WITH CAUTION

In which Peter, the boy with everything, can finally have what he’s always wanted.

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2 years prior …

“Although the eighteenth-century robe, highlighted in the Art Resource Guide, was made of Indian fabric, it was constructed in,” Michelle read out the question as you watched your own thumb hover over the black button in your hand. You pressed down quick, faster than the always speedy Peter, and searched the notes in your mind. 

“Y/N?” She asked after the ding.

“The Netherlands,” She gave Peter a small look as if to question why it was that I was getting the answers faster than him. 

“That is correct,” You made sure not to look over at the brown haired boy, who was surely scowling at you. “Good job, Y/N.”

“Next question, a unique characteristic of the Kerala murals is?”

You pressed down quickly, grateful that this was a topic you’d covered heavily in the past week, “Y/N?” She called on you again and all the teenagers in the room seemed to giggle as Peter threw his head back in frustration.

“The inclusion of sculpted relief frames,” You smiled, confident in your answer. 

“And for the fiftieth time, you are correct,” MJ smirked, “Peter, dude, art history is just as important as evolutionary biology or the binomial distribution. You can’t be this weak in that area.”

Peter’s hands tightened around his podium, “I don’t see why I can’t just handle the tougher topics and, since Miss Y/L/N is such an art freak, she can handle those questions. Ask me anything about descriptive statistics or even the Cold War and I’ll blow you away!”

“Or,” You chimed in, “I could answer statistics questions, history questions, physics questions, or anything at all because I actually study everything comprehensively. Academic Decathlon involves all subjects and someone who is strong in everything is much more useful than someone who thinks he’s Einstein because his Uncle makes robots.”

“Makes robots?” He crossed his arms, and you toward him staring him down across the stage, “His business involves thousands of industries and is the largest tech conglomerate in the world. He didn’t get to where he was knowing about stupid murals and neither will you.”

“Wow, you have such a complex! How do you expect us to be a team if you automatically think you’re better than all of us?”

“I don’t, I just think I’m better than you-”

“Peter, enough,” MJ interrupted, “Both of you need to cool off. What I said still stands. It’s our senior year, our last competition, and I need total cooperation. Let’s take a fifteen minute break and, if everyone’s not on their best behaviors by the time we come back then I’m changing the team lineup.”

You marched down the stairs of the stage and made your way to the door, pushing out until you were down the school hallway. Midtown Elite Prep’s halls were lined with blue and yellow and so was the tie of your school uniform. The richest kids in New York went here so they could inherit the empire’s of their tech CEO parents. You were no different, and you used to have more in common with Peter than you did now. 

You used to be friends until puberty hit and Peter decided to develop a crush on you, ruining what you thought was a perfectly good friendship. Besides that, ever since you were small, you saw dating and marriage as a distraction from accomplishing your goals. You saw your parents begin to hate each other while pretending to the public that they were soulmates. Your mother jetted off to Paris whenever she didn’t want to be around your father and your father never divorced her because she was entitled to half his money. That didn’t stop him from inviting women into your home, thinking you were tucked away in your bed as he played with hookers and smoked cigars with his “elite” set of friends. 

In a month you’d find out what schools you’d gotten into and the rest of your life could begin. You were privileged not to have to worry about paying for college which meant you could aim higher than most. You’d go to Columbia’s graduate school of journalism and end up writing for a big organization like the Associated Press or New York Times. In your spare time you’d work on your novels and become distinguished in writing contemporary novels in a changing world. 

You were refilling your water bottle at the fountain when you heard steps behind you. 

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, the star athlete and his greaser best friend, were happily walking down the hall. Your eyes followed their path, finding Peter Parker, at the end of the hallway. It was a mismatched group but it seemed to work for them, with Peter being the brains of the operation which wasn’t saying much. 

“There’s our decathlon champion,” Bucky clapped, “Kicking ass and taking names?”

Peter’s lips parted, to your surprise he was smiling until he caught a glimpse of you, “Something like that …'' He trailed off and you awkwardly turned around, deciding to take the rest of your fifteen somewhere else, “I’ve got an hour until practice over, I’ll meet you guys outside and I’ll have Happy take us to Shawarma Palace.”

“What do you think, Y/L/N,” You paused as Bucky called you from down the hallway, “Shawarma Palace? After practice?” As you turned to look at them, Bucky was stoic as usual but Steve had a warm smile on his face. You always preferred him over the other two, at least he had a natural talent over just having Daddy’s money. 

“Y/N is super busy,” Peter quickly interjected.

“C’mon, Y/N,” Steve added, “It’ll be fun.”

You opened your mouth but Peter interrupted, stepping between the two guys, “Y/N has never had fun in her entire life. She wouldn’t know what to do with herself. Her little heart might give out.”

Steve seemed to chuckle at that which hurt you a bit more than you expected. Peter seemed to notice your lingering eye on him, “Greasy meat isn’t really brain food,” You said, confirming what Peter perceived you as, “And I have a competition this weekend. You three have fun though, I’m sure your conversations will be … stimulating.”

You turned away again trying to tune them out as you walked away, “I don’t know why you guys bother …”

“Pete, you’ve been into her since-”

“I’m not into her. She’s a pain in my ass.”

“At least she has a nice ass.”

Bucky.

You rolled your eyes and then you were finally far enough not to hear their rude ramblings about you. You were not the fun girl and you’d never be Steve’s type. And it was better for you to stay far away from him since he was so close to Peter. 

In a few months it wouldn’t matter because you’d all be living separate lives at separate schools. 

Except that didn’t happen at all. The billionaire boys followed you all the way to Columbia. 

Freshman year was hard. Almost impossible actually. You made exactly one friend and you were pretty sure Wanda only spent time with you because she was your roommate and felt bad for you when you’d stay inside every Friday night. It turns out that college really teaches you how unspecial you are. You could’ve been the smartest at your highschool but that didn’t matter anymore because everyone here was the smartest from their highschools. It was a serious competition to become high ranking in any of the clubs and it was a fight to get close to any professors when there were three-hundred students in your undergraduate classes. 

Your second year wasn’t as isolating but you were starting to believe that you wouldn’t be one of the girls who found themselves in college. 

The words DAD popped up on your phone just as Wanda got up out of bed. You were already awake, typing at your final assignment due before spring break,  “Want to go get breakfast?” She asked groggily, dressed in sweatpants and wearing tangled hair. 

“My Dad is calling, I’ll meet you down there later.”

She shrugged, grabbing a towel from her closet, “I’m gonna grab a shower. Don’t be too late, they’ll run out of blueberry muffins.” You nodded, letting her file out the door before answering his call. 

“Yeah, Dad?”

“Will you be home on time?”

“I wasn’t aware that I had to be on time,” You set the phone to speaker mode, grabbing your laptop and pulling it onto your lap, “I have a paper I’m still working on.”

“I need you home tonight by six p.m. You, your Mom and I are having dinner with Tony Stark and Pepper Potts.”

You straightened up, “Wait, why? You hate Tony Stark.”

Your Dad sighed, “There’s a lot I still need to discuss with you. I want to explain it all before you hear it from someone else or see it in the news. For now, you just need to know that company is in a bit of a situation. Stocks are down, a lot of my investors are pulling out and I need Tony’s support right now.”

“So we’re having dinner with him because we need to kiss his ass?”

“Don’t use that language, Y/N. He can save us. He might be the only one that can save us. You want to keep going to one of the best schools in the country, don’t you?”

“You’re in that much trouble? You won’t be able to pay my tuition?” He went quiet for a moment and you imagine his hand was on his hip and he was pacing his office, “You’re not in legal trouble, right? You didn’t do anything wrong?”

“Sweetheart, I just need you home tonight. Your family needs you home,” That was enough to answer your question. Your body went still though your world was starting to crumble around you. How could he be so stupid?

“Yeah … I’ll finish up and start packing up, Dad.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank you, sweetheart. I think by the time Spring Break is over, everything will be back to normal.”

You only hoped that Peter Parker was jetting across Europe for Spring Break and too busy to come to dinner. 

“Hey, let me get that,” The tall boy took the pile of textbooks from your arms, keeping them from sliding out of your arms and onto the ground. He left you no room to protest but as soon as you laid eyes on the blonde-haired and blue-eyed --- actually, his eyes had a hint of green in them which you were just now noticing, “No way, you’re taking these on vacation with you?”

Both Steve and Bucky lived in your building and you were lucky when you didn’t run into them. You could thank the ten floors worth of students and a lack of overlapping extracurriculars. 

“Yeah, I have this group project due when I’m back. My professor’s a real …” You tried to catch your breath but ended up breathing out awkwardly, “Asshole,” You coughed as Steve smiled.

“I see,” You were able to grab your two rolling suitcases and he ran in front of you to hold open the front doors for you, “Glad to know these are for a project, not just because you’re an overachiever.”

His words made you frown. “Something tells me I’ll actually need this break,” You walked with him through the courtyard outside the building towards the busy sidewalk, “Do you guys have plans for Spring Break?”

“By guys you mean ..”

“You, Peter and Bucky. You guys are still close, right?”

“Oh, yeah, we’re all supposed to go to the Barnes’s place in the Hamptons,” Good. Peter would be long gone, “I suppose I should extend the invitation to you? I mean, no pressure but-”

“Oh,” Your eyes widened, “We’ve barely talked in a year, you shouldn’t be so nice Steve, but I appreciate the gesture.” Just as the words left your lips, a black car pulled up in front of the two of you. A man you recognized as one of your father’s drivers got out of the car to open the trunk.

“I’m not trying to just be nice,” Steve started to explain, rubbing his hand behind his neck as if he was nervous, “You’re kinda hard to talk to … not in a bad way. Like, I’ve never really known what to say to you but I want to … say things to you.”

You raised an eyebrow, “I never knew you … wanted to say things to me. I guess because Peter hates me so much that-”

“I thought you hated Peter.”

“It’s complicated I guess,” You handed your bags to the man who lifted them off the ground with ease, “This week, I’m sorry, it’s just kind of chaotic. Maybe after spring break we’ll find some time?”

Steve nodded, a weak smile on his face, “I can’t wait, Y/N. Enjoy your break.”

It seemed that focusing on your goals wasn’t getting you as far as you planned. You had no friends, no romantic interests, and your family life seemed to be on the verge of falling apart. Maybe it was time for you to change. 

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Your mom asked as soon as she laid eyes on you. You looked down at the teal-striped v-neck dress you’d never even worn before. 

“It’s Paul Smith,” Was your response, “Grandma gave it to me for Christmas.”

“Teal is a summer and autumn color, dear. I wish you would have discussed this with me before you arrived.”

It was a fight you did not want to start, deciding it was best to keep quiet. A servant was leading your group of three to the elevator that would take you to the Stark’s penthouse home, “You two look stunning if I do say so myself,” Your father said, already playing the doting father and husband, “No one will care if the colors we’re wearing match the season. We’ll present our best selves either way, correct?”

“Yes, dear,” Your mother responded but you only nodded. 

 The Stark’s home was just as impressive as you expected to be. You could see the entire city from the fifty foot windows that you, at first, would provide little privacy but you were so high up that there was no way anyone could see in. Tony Stark was a character to say the least, loud and bragging about his latest ventures, with Pepper trying her best to reel him back in. 

“You know, me and your Dad went to college together, right?” You nodded, just being in his presence chipped at your own confidence, “I was a Fraternity guy myself but your Dad was more of a Science Fiction Society kind of guy. I grew up thinking I was nerdy until I met Douglas. I mean, posters all over his dorm and LARP-ing in the park, the whole shabang.”

Your mother forced a smile and your father forced a deep chuckle, “Hey, MIT was tough. We all have our ways of forgetting about school … ” Your Dad cleared his throat, placing his hand on your shoulder, “Not Y/N though, she’s all business. She’s a Quiz Bowl champion and when she’s not doing school work, she’s tutoring others.”

You were surprised that the billionaire looked impressed, “That’s right, another Columbian. I know Peter could use some of that work ethic. He’s smarter than me when I was his age but he lacks focus just like I used to.”

“Boys will be boys, won’t they?” Your mom chimed in like the good little ornament she strived to be and it made you want to throw up in your mouth. 

“Speaking of,” Tony locked eyes with Peter as he suddenly appeared from a hallway that led into the living room where you all were standing. He was dressed nicely in slacks and a button up, his eyes looking a bit red like he hadn’t gotten enough sleep. Or maybe he was still recovering from a night and day of drinking and other recreational activities, “Nice of you to join us, champ. We’re having ...”

“Red snapper with sea beans in a sun dried tomato vinaigrette,” Pepper finished.

“And fries,” Tony added.

“And fries,” Pepper confirmed.

“Sounds delicious,” You saw how Peter’s eyes crinkled when he smiled, a detail you felt you hadn’t paid enough attention to before. You were so focused that you almost missed him saying your name, “Do you all mind if I give Y/N a tour? We’ve barely seen each other all year, so it would be good to catch up.”

The boy you’ve been avoiding was suddenly beside you, “Uhm-”

“Of course, that’s fine,” Your Dad interjected.

“Great, follow me, Y/N,” Peter clapped his hands together. 

It was all an act, you knew that. Peter purposely avoided you just like you did him. Every now and then you would pass each other on campus and he’d give you a look of indifference. Not only did he not care, he wanted to show you that he didn’t care. You avoided the clubs he joined and you were lucky to have claimed the Quiz Bowl team before he did. You were sure he didn’t want to repeat losing to you over and over again like in highschool. 

Based on his social media, Peter was doing just fine. He had a position on the Engineering Student Council and an organization for rising entrepreneurs. That guaranteed him lots of friends and, with Tony Stark being his uncle, more people probably wanted to be closer to him than usual. 

You looked back at your parents as you followed him back down the hallway, hoping for them to save you but, of course, they were too busy complimenting the Stark’s. 

“You look nervous,” Peter commented and you realized the two of you were alone now. 

“Where are you taking me?” You crossed your arms. 

“I was gonna show you my room,” He spoke as if it was obvious. 

“I’ve seen it.”

“Yeah, when I was ten,” He turned onto another hallway and you followed him to the end. The sleek design of everything made you feel like you were walking in a spaceship. He opened the double doors at the end of the hall, revealing the huge room with a higher ceiling than the Sistine chapel. It was a total bachelor pad complete with a huge sectional, pool table, and an Alaskan king bed, “So?”

“Well, now I have seen it,” You tried to not look impressed, “Let’s go somewhere else now.”

Peter rushed past you, closing the door before you could open it again, “You know, you should be impressed. And it should make you think,” You hung onto his words, curious about the point he was gonna make, “Just think about how even greater your lifestyle could be if my uncle started working with your Dad.”

“I don’t need a greater lifestyle, Peter. Don’t block me in here-”

“Say please,” You scowled, stepping back, “Look, don’t think of it as a greater lifestyle. Maybe think about having the same lifestyle. Don’t you at least want that?”

You shrugged, “I guess.”

“Well, I happen to know that you won’t even have that if tonight doesn’t go well.”

You tilted your head, “What are you saying?”

“Oh, c’mon, you know what I’m talking about. I’ll spare you the details but you know your Dad made some dirty deals. His entire fortune is currently being flushed down the toilet. He could even do some time if the wrong people found out. And I don’t think he’s as untouchable as Tony Stark.”

“Peter-” Your fists clenched. 

He shushed you. Stepping forward, making you back further into his room, “And then what? Poor little rich girl can’t go to the school of her dreams, her Mom can’t afford her favorite Chanel bags, the feds seize all your assets and you get kicked out of that nice home while Daddy gets shipped upstate to a correctional facility,” You yelped as you suddenly fell back onto his black couch. 

“You’re … an asshole and none of that will ever happen. I get it, your uncle is richer than my wildest dreams but what you’re saying …you can’t manipulate me.”

“Okay,” Peter stuck his hands in his pockets and stepped aside so he wasn’t towering over you anymore, “Walk out that door and take your chances. Trust that my Uncle won’t listen to me if I tell him your family is nothing but a bunch of scam artists trying to flatter him for his money. Go ahead.”

You stood up from the couch but you hesitated. You heard your parents’ voices in your head, knowing how well they wanted this night to go, “What do you even want from me, Peter? Do you want me to lose at some silly game so you can feel better about yourself?”

He closed the gap between you, grabbing your hand despite the fact that it was balled into a fists, “No, like my Uncle, I’m a charitable man. I want to give to you, Y/N. You just have to be accepting of my charity.”

“What are you offering, Parker?”

“A chance to be my girlfriend,” He smirked, “I’m offering you a full year of my services, including social media posts, driving you around, luxury gifts and a dinner once a week. Not to mention the status, friends and connections that will come from it. You can be my date to any functions and I’ll even let you hold my hand.”

You laughed, your eyes wide with shock, “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You tore your hand away from his, making his face flare up with anger, “Y/N, think about it! I know you’re miserable all alone at school. You need me.”

“I don’t!” You shouted back, “You’re crazy and irresponsible and I bet your Uncle already knows that. Now, let’s go back to dinner and pretend you never said any of this.”

Peter’s fists clenched this time, “If it was Steve, would you have said yes?” His voice was softer than you expected, his tone more serious than angry. 

“Over you? In a heartbeat,” You added, fury in your veins.

Peter scoffed, “You and the quarterback?” 

Even after standing up for yourself, you felt humiliated by the way he saw you. The way Steve probably saw you too. You and the quarterback? Peter thought the idea was laughable and you were beginning to think so too. 

“I’m not a toy you can buy.”

Peter went silent and you watched as he walked to the door and opened it. He waved his hand, gesturing for you to leave, “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”

“So, Peter?” You could tell Peter was staring you down from across the dinner table but you hadn’t looked at him once. You guessed your father had noticed, and he was probably angry that you hadn’t charmed Tony Stark’s nephew. You wondered where your father would draw the line when it came to using you to further his own business, “Any plans for spring break?”

“Yeah, what are you getting up to, kiddo?” Tony chimed in from the head of the table. 

“Probably just go to the beach, take out the boat, and, you know … hang out.”

“Which means get drunk, I hope you know that, Douglas.”

Your father chuckled, “Of course but if I could get Y/N to just leave her bedroom sometimes, I wouldn’t care what she was doing.”

“We’re also going to this exhibit thing MJ invited us to, it’s at one of the Art Centers in Long Island. It’s supposed to be about the female role in society but represented through geometric shapes? Sounds a bit wacky but should be entertaining,” For some reason, the way Peter was talking made you raise an eyebrow. He was carefully picking his words and you were wondering if he was lying or maybe he was just plotting my demise.

“Especially if you’re drunk,” Tony winked at his nephew and Peter took a sip through his champagne flute. 

“Sounds like something Y/N would enjoy,” Your mother added, and your eyes darted in her direction, your eyes telling her not to mention another word. 

But your Father did it for her, “I used to take her to all the famous museums when she was a little girl. It was her favorite thing to listen to those little audio tapes describing each of the exhibits.”

Peter smiled in your direction and your eyebrows furrowed as you flashed him a warning look.

“It’s not really something I’m interested in anymore-”

“You should come with, Y/N. Maybe it’ll ignite your passion again?”

“No, I-”

“Why not, darling?” Your father nudged your arm, “It’s not like you have any other plans for the week.”

“I’d love it if you came, Y/N,” Peter made sure to add, knowing your father would want to keep him happy, “You’d get to catch up with Steve, I’m sure he’d love it if you came too.”

That stung and you knew if you came on their trip he’d spend the entire time trying to embarrass you in front of Steve. Your lips were sealed tight but it didn’t matter anymore, “She’ll be there,” Your father answered for you. 

“You kids are gonna have a blast,” Tony said, “Your father and I will as well, we have much to discuss, Douglas. Much to discuss.”

The look in Peter’s eyes was deadly. I’m gonna bury you, they said. 

When your driver pulled around the circular driveway in front of the three story beach house, the sun was already down. You’d spent the morning trying to convince your Dad to let you stay home, giving him all sorts of clues that you were feeling unsafe but he didn’t seem to care. He’d already sold himself to Tony Stark and was expecting you to do the same. 

The architectural design of the home was a bit older than the ones you’d already passed, not telling how many generations of Barnes men had inherited it. Much to your confusion, there were several cars already parked and you wondered how many people were participating in this week's festivities. 

Contemplating through the entire two hour drive you thought for sure that you’d have a stoic look on your face the entire week. Until Steve Rogers came through the front door, black tux and all, with blonde hair neatly combed and a confused but happy smile on his lips. 

As the car came to a halt, he made his way down the white steps, even coming to open up your door, “What happened to your chaotic week, Y/N?”

You stepped out of the car, spotting Peter and Bucky at the top of the stairs, “It just got even more chaotic I think,” They were all wearing tuxes, “I didn’t know the art exhibit was today.”

“It’s not. We’re having a … meeting,” Your driver removed your suitcase from the trunk and, as he brought it around, Steve moved to grab, “I can take that.”

Peter and Bucky made their way down the stairs, their eyes saying that they knew more than you and Steve, “Guys, uhm, what’s going on?” 

“Y/N’s family had dinner with mine, I thought it would be polite to invite her.”

“But-”

Bucky cut Steve off, “That’s so thoughtful, Peter. You know how entertaining Y/N is, Steve, she’ll be a great addition.”’

“I don’t doubt it,” Steve didn’t bother asking anymore questions though you were wondering what his friends were hiding from him. The four of you made your way up the stairs and you looked back to see your driver was already headed back down the driveway. You were officially stuck and you were beginning to get an eerie feeling, “What do you drink, Y/N?”

“Oh … uhm what kind of alcohol, you mean?”

“Yeah, we have beers but I think some wine would be more your speed,” As you entered the house, you walked through a cloud of cigar smoke, and the sound of classic rock filled your ears. As you looked around, you didn’t expect to see as many people -- not people, men. And they were all dressed in tuxedos compared to your leggings and Columbia crewneck.

You hadn’t realized that all you could hear in your ears was your heartbeat until you felt Peter’s hand on your waist, pulling you away from Steve, “I’m gonna pour her a glass. Take her stuff to her room, will you?”

“Peter,” You whisper-shouted his name, fearful of him but more fearful of him leaving you alone with all these strangers. He smiled and said short things to a few people as the two of you made your way into the kitchen, “Peter! You made it seem like … this is not what you told my Dad we’d be doing.”

He made a pouty face, “Are you mad I lied to Daddy, princess?” He reached into one of the white cabinets to grab a wine glass. 

“You know what? I didn’t wanna come in the first place and I definitely didn’t sign up for this. I’m calling my driver and I’m leaving,” Peter was quick to grab your wrists, careful to drop the glass. 

“Why don’t you call Douglas first and tell him how much you disappointed me cause you bailed on our little friend getaway.”

“This is not a friend's getaway,” You said through gritted teeth and he let go of your wrists. He grabbed a bottle of wine from another cabinet, easily twisting off the top, to pour you a heavy glass. 

“Not tonight, no. Tonight you get to be a part of one of the most secret organizations on campus.” 

Just as the words left his lip, some drunk guy wandered into the kitchen, “Peter, dude, I thought you said there’d be strippers … Who’s this?”

“Harry, this is Y/N. And it’s only nine o’clock dude, slow down on the beers and the entertainment will be here later,” Peter spoke like a parent scolding a child, giving you the impression that he was a leader in this secret organization. 

“You promise?”

“I promise,” Peter sighed as the guy left. 

“So this is like your frat?”

“It’s more than a frat,” Peter said simply, handing you the glass. You saw him pour it so at least he wasn’t drugging you, “This is the Shield and Dagger society.”

He spoke as if you were supposed to be impressed. You were, actually, knowing that this was the most secret society in all of Columbia. Franklin D. Roosevelt himself was a member when he went here.

“I’m gonna drink this, and then I’m going upstairs for the night.”

Peter’s lips formed a thin line, “You don’t wanna stay and chat it up with Steve?” You tilted the glass back, taking a huge gulp, before faking a yawn. 

“I’m just so tired. Maybe me and Steve can get closer later in the week. Perhaps we can get to know each other on the beach? And on my bed? And maybe on his bed? And maybe on the couch too?” You hoped your words dug into him and by the way he left you in the kitchen, you were sure they did. 

You weren’t sure at what point you fell asleep, seeing as how the music traveled through your locked door. You remembered sending a text to your parents to tell them you’d made it safely and, of course, you didn’t have anyone else to talk to. 

The way you floated to sleep was the exact opposite of how you were awakened. A hand clamped down on your mouth and your eyes shot open, revealing a smirking Bucky. His hands were strong, abnormally strong as he held you down, “Shhh,” He whispered through your muffled screaming, “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

You only struggled more which seemed to amuse him. You’d noticed the music had been turned down and your door was wide open. He had a key, of course he had a key. As he took his body weight off of you, you attempted to pull away. He wrapped his other arm around your back, lifting your body off the bed and, before your feet could even touch the ground, he threw you over his shoulder. 

“Bucky, stop!” You tried to grab onto anything you could, even the doorway as he carried you out of the room, “This isn’t funny, please!”

He carried you down the stairs and there was a sudden eruption of clapping and laughter. That’s when you remembered that you’d taken off your leggings, meaning everyone was seeing your flower printed panties, “Everyone, your entertainment awaits you in the living room!” You heard Peter’s voice though as your eyes darted around, your eyes didn’t find him. 

You were dizzy when he finally set you down and, even then, you tried to run. Bucky grabbed your waist and held you in place. Attached to the living room was a room with tall bookcases, a few seats and a pool table. You felt claustrophobic as the room began to fill with at least thirty guys. 

Including Steve. 

Bucky let you go and, instinctively, you ran to him. He stood with a group of guys blockading the door. Even if he didn’t like you in the way you wanted, you expected him to at least be a decent guy.

“Steve, let me through,” Although his eyes were conflicted, he didn’t move. Tears began to well up in your eyes and your fist pounded at his chest, “Steve, please. Steve!”

“Peter said he wouldn’t-” Steve didn’t get to finish his excuse as Peter emerged from the crowd. You backed away from him, now understanding that none of his attack dogs would feel sorry for you. 

“You told me I couldn’t buy you but I really don’t have to,” You backed away until your bottom touched the side of the pool table, “I can and will have you. And I’ll have you in front of everyone.”

“Peter, please,” You wanted to be angry, you really did, but all you felt was scared, “Okay, you win. You win. I’ll do whatever you want just … please let me leave.”

He cornered you, pressing his body into your ears as he leaned into your ear, “I gave you a chance, didn’t I? You laughed in my face.”

“I’m sorry,” You said immediately. 

“You will be,” You could feel him smiling, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you feel good. We’re not little anymore, I’ve learned a few things. And no one’s gonna touch you the way I will, I promise. This will stay in this room, we’re good at keeping secrets.”

You made one final attempting, trying to bring your knee between his leg but he grabbed your thigh tightly. He pushed your leg back down before roughly grabbing you waist, spinning you around and bending you over the table. As you heard whistling, you struggled more, leading to arms being wrapped around your wrists. As you lifted your head, you saw it was Bucky holding them. 

Peter pressed down on your back and you yelped as he delivered several hits to your bottom. They weren’t as hard as they could’ve been, he wasn’t trying to hurt you, he was only sending you a message. He was the one in control and he could make this way harder on you if he wanted.

He felt between your legs, his own leg keeping yours parted, “Please, please, please-”

“Please touch me, Peter?” He mimicked you, his fingers touching each and every fold. Your eyes shot open as you realized … “You’re wet, you’re so wet and I’ve barely touched you, princess.”

Bucky held you tighter as your face heated with embarrassment, “I think she likes it.”

You groaned in frustration just as Peter began circling your sensitive bulb, “Do you like everyone see you, princess? Or do you like me talking about how wet you are when I’ve barely even gotten started? Which do you like more, huh?”

You were so busy most of the time, you barely even masturbated on your own time, and not even your own fingers felt this good. As if your brain and body were working against each other, your hips grinded against his fingers as your arms tried to pull away from Bucky. 

Not even needing to keep your legs open anymore, your body was doing it willingly, Peter used his other hand to dip two fingers inside of you. He did the motions simultaneously, his coordination skills seriously at work, as he tried to bring you to your climax. It wasn’t hard, you were horribly touch deprived and Peter was awakening a part of you that you’d suppressed for so long. 

The way he curled his fingers, how he put enough pressure on your clit but not too much to overstimulate it … it was destroying you perfectly.

It was almost painful how hard you came and you didn’t get a second to breathe because the two of them were flipping you over. The talking in the room became muffled, your vision getting a little blurred because your breathing was so rapid. You almost didn’t notice Peter pushing inside of you. He held your legs as they hung over the edge of pool table as he began his slow thrusts. 

“Get her shirt,” He commanded Bucky and you couldn’t stop him as he forced it off, throwing it to the side. 

“Jesus,” He cursed because you were wrapping around him so well. The pressure was off your wrists, Bucky having realized that he didn’t need to hold you down anymore but you still held them above your head. You lifted your head, catching Peter enjoying the sight of him moving in and out of you. He was mesmerized by it and as he noticed you watching him, he reached out to grab your neck, rocking you back onto him. He went deep, so deep and you cried out. 

“Look at them,” Peter grunted, forcing you to turn your head. As your eyes landed on Steve, his eyes staring into yours as he sipped on a beer. It was like he was watching a football game. You shut your eyes but Peter pushed into you painfully deep, “Look.”

You opened them again, “No one’s ever gonna touch you the way I do. Do you understand? You’re mine,” You nodded eagerly, “Good girl. You’re gonna be a good girl for me from now on. Only me.”

You kept nodding and he eventually untightened his grip around your throat. For some reason, you enjoyed the pressure there but you enjoyed it even more when he used his other hand to stroke your clit. 

Your back arched as you tightened around him, “Peter,” Maybe you were still delirious from your first orgasm because you began to say his name over and over again. The second orgasm surprised you as you expected it to be weaker than the first but there was something about feeling him inside you that felt right within you, “Oh god, Peter. Peter!” 

As you rode the wave of your second orgasm, you felt him twitch inside you as he slowed. He was breathing heavily and you almost didn’t notice the significance of his warmth filling you up. 

He straightened himself up, zipping up his black slacks as if what he’d done was normal. He was smiling, happy at his work as he looked you over. You pulled yourself up, letting yourself down from the table with shaky legs as everyone seemed to cheer and whistle at your embarrassment. 

It didn’t matter if no one ever told anyone else about what happened tonight. All of them would know what Peter did to you and how you reacted. 

You leaned down to grab your panties but your body froze at his voice, “Don’t,” He picked them up for you before stuffing them in his suit pocket like a handkerchief. You made sure your breasts were covered as you stood there naked, “And don’t move, princess.”

You could feel warm liquid sliding down your inner thigh. You could turn around but that wouldn’t stop them from looking, “Remember, I promised them entertainment,” He told you, “So whatever you drip on the floor, you’re going to lick up so I’d squeeze those legs tight.”

You did as he said and he kissed your lips, and you let him. He touched your cheeks which you weren’t sure if they were covered in tears of pain or pleasure. When he pulled away, he was smirking, “I need another beer.”

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

Halloween Wars

“Taako, darling, I know you love Halloween but don’t you think you’re going a little overboard?” Kravitz asks, watching Taako color code a decorating scheme. He peers over Taako’s shoulder and sees a note that just says “Astral Sea?” in cramped handwriting.

Taako glances up at Kravitz and casually slides his arm over the paper. “Krav, listen, I’m only going overboard because Lup decided to declare war and commit treason!”

“By saying she didn’t want to do a matching costume this year?”

“You already said no to us being Gomez and Morticia so I’m down two costume partners.”

“I already had something in mind, I’m sorry!”

“Well, I still believe you would have made the loveliest Morticia. All tall, hot, and gothy? I can see it now,” Taako says with a grin.

“There’s always next year. Have you decided on a costume yet?”

“I have and it’s going to blow everyone away and Lup is going to feel so fucking dumb for not wanting to be the twins from The Shining.”

“Can I know what it is?” Kravitz leans down and rests his chin on Taako’s shoulder.

Taako presses a quick kiss to Kravitz’s lips before shaking his head. “Sorry babe, this is top secret stuff. Can’t risk having something slip to the boneheads before the party.”

“Well, let me know how I can help with party prep. And before you ask, no, we can’t do a little necromancy as a treat. I don’t care how cool you think it would be, if you want Barry, Lup, and I to actually be at the party, we’re not going to make anymore work for us, okay?”

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Taako pouts and melodramatically rolls his eyes. He quickly scribbles something off his intricate to-do list.

Kravitz lets out a little laugh and kisses Taako on the forehead. “You’ll be able to get this place in shape without any death crimes, I think.”

“Yeah, just won’t be as sick.”

--

“So you’re telling me that none of you are bothered by all the super generic witch decorations you see this time of year?” Kravitz asks, inspecting a yard sign with a cartoon witch on it. The sign has “WITCH CROSSING” on the bottom, spelled in a drippy looking font.

“Well, first of all, I’m a wizard, not a witch.” Taako says, tossing several bags of fake spiderwebs into the shopping cart.

“And second of all, I think it’s kinda fun. I went as a witch for like two years in a row,” Lup adds, riding the cart down the aisle, nearly clipping Barry in the process. Barry stands in front of a shelf of skeletal animals, looking deep in thought.

“Well, I gotta say some of these grim reaper things are just plain silly,” Kravitz wanders over to the display Barry’s looking at. He squints and picks up a decorative skeletal spider. “And this is just a mockery of basic anatomy.”

“Yeah, most decorative skeletons are just fundamentally wrong or just kinda lame looking,” Barry muses, turning a skeletal moth over in his hands.

“Well, Krav could just sit by the punchbowl all night and be our own super-accurate decorative skeleton,” Taako says, walking by and poking Kravitz in the side.

“You just don’t want me to have a better costume than you, that’s why you wanna make me décor,” Kravitz wraps an arm around Taako’s shoulders and squeezes him close.

“Nah, I just like looking atcha, Bones.”

--

“Angus, so help me, you better not give yourself a stomachache tonight, I don’t think you want Merle trying to do any healing after a few glasses of this punch,” Taako says as he slides a large container of murky looking punch into the fridge.

“I’m thirteen, Taako, I’m not going to give myself a stomachache. I’m a big boy!” Angus protests from his spot on the counter. He’s been helping Taako put finishing touches on some of the snacks for the party (and sampling them too. It’s a vital step). Currently he’s wrapping hot dogs in crescent dough to make mummy dogs.

“I know you are, pumpkin. I just still can’t believe you’re hanging up the old Caleb Cleveland costume!” Taako fills a rubber glove with water, ties it closed, and tosses it in the freezer.

“I’ve been Caleb Cleveland for like five years! I just thought it was time to branch out.”

“Well, I do respect that. Don’t know that I really respect a Jeff Angel costume in this household but that’s neither here nor there.”

Angus lets out a laugh and sticks his tongue out at Taako. “You’ll be eating your words in a few hours!”

“Yeah, whatever you say, kiddo,” Taako says, patting Angus’s head before wandering off to find his checklist.

--

“Babe. Please tell me that isn’t an actual dead guy’s suit,” Lup says, leaning her head out of the bathroom, her hair half in curlers. “Because I’d appreciate the dedication, but I would not appreciate the smell.”

“I promise all the dirt and distressing has been done by yours truly! I mean, I’d be real concerned if someone was actually buried in this suit. Mind if I scoot in there with you? I wanna make sure this open sore doesn’t look too gruesome,” Barry says after he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror over their dresser.

“Knock yourself out but let me just say, it’s kind of a horror show in here. And if you get dirt on my dress, we’ll be using your corpse as décor.” Lup runs her hand through Barry’s admittedly already messy hair and smiles sweetly at him.

“I’d expect nothing less.”

--

Kravitz knocks on the bathroom door as he picks a piece of lint off his suit. “Taako, you okay in there? I know you said to not disturb the process or anything but you’ve been in there for a bit and you’re strangely quiet.”

Silence greets him.

“Babe?”

“Okay, so if I hypothetically stained the shit out of the bathtub, how mad would you be?” Taako asks meekly from behind the door.

“Why do I feel like this isn’t a hypothetical?”

“Because you’re so smart and handsome.”

--

“Kravitz, are you just dressed as the grim reaper? Because that feels kinda lame,” Angus says, adjusting his wristbands, bumping Kravitz with his wings in the process.

“Absolutely not! Now, don’t you disrespect me, little man,” Kravitz says, tipping his feathered top hat at Angus, his face a creepy half-skull.

Angus knits his brows together in confusion. “Okay?”

Kravitz visibly deflates. “Don’t you recognize my costume?”

“Sorry, no.”

“You’re an actual child, you of all people should!”

Angus stares blankly at Kravitz. “Still nothing.”

Kravitz lets out a massive sigh. “I’m Dr. Facilier? From Princess and the Frog?”

“Oh! Okay, yeah I see it now! Gotta say, I didn’t take you for a Fantasy Disney adult.”

“Hey now, that movie is art, Angus.”

Angus snorts and rolls his eyes, inching a little too close to being a capital T Teenager for Kravitz’s taste. “Whatever you say, Kravitz.”

--

“Uh Taako, you know you’ve got blood like…everywhere, right?”

Taako pauses his dashing around the kitchen, pulling readied snacks out of the fridge, oven, and cabinets. He looks at Barry as though he’s grown another head.

“That is the entire point of the costume, Barry.” Taako takes a minute to readjust his tiara that has slipped momentarily. “I mean, you’ve seen Carrie, yeah?”

Barry’s eyes widen for a split second. “I have, it just took me a minute to connect the dots.”

“Well, you look like you crawled out of a grave and I’m not here insulting you about it.”

Barry looks down at his costume. “I-I’m Beetlejuice. You know, the ghost with the most?”

Taako snaps his fingers and points at Barry. “That’s it! Okay, I dig it. Now, will you do me a big favor and finish setting up the food? You can wrangle Kravitz and Angus into it too, I just wanna get a peek at Lup’s costume before the party.”

“Yeah, that’s no problem. It’s a killer, just a warning.”

“Pfft, I’d like to see her in something as genius as this.”

--

“Fuck you, go change.”

“Uh no? You go change!”

“I specifically didn’t want us to match this year.”

“And look where your hubris got you, we’re matching any fucking way!”

“Okay but I should get dibs, she sets the goddamn high school on fire, she doesn’t transmute it.”

“Too late, Lulu, looks like we’re doing things my way.”

“I hate you sometimes.”

Taako drags a finger down his hair and taps Lup’s nose, smearing fake blood on her in the process. She flips him off which only makes him grin wider.

--

“Magnus.”

“Hey, Kravitz, I love your costume! From Princess and the Frog, right?”

“Yeah, that’s not the important part here. Are you dressed as the grim fucking reaper?”

Magnus tries to hide his scythe behind his back. “No?”

Kravitz cranes his neck to look at the scythe Magnus is doing a piss-poor job of hiding. “Wait, how’d you –“ He lets out a sigh. “Lup?”

Magnus nods and lowers his hood. “I promise I’m not going to open up any portals though!”

“You better not, Burnsides. You set foot in the Astral Plane again and that’s it, my man.”

“Understood.”

--

Taako opens the door to see Lucretia dressed literally how she dresses every single day. He crosses his arms and shakes his head. “Nope. Luce, I told you, no costume no entry.”

She grins and shows off two sharp fangs. “I’m a vampire, Taako.”

“Normally I’d chastise you for going with something so low effort but this is a pretty cool look. Now, can we address the nerdy elephant in the room?” Taako jabs his thumb over his shoulder to the small crowd of people that have accumulated in the living room. In the corner, talking animatedly to Barry, is one Lucas Miller, wearing a dumb hat and draped in a ridiculously long, hideous scarf.

“Okay, that was a group effort from me and Angus.”

“Last thing I really wanted at my party is your weird step-son –“

“I don’t know that I’d call him –“

Taako steamrolls over her protest. “–dressed as fucking fantasy Doctor Who.”

She looks at him with a meek smile. “I promise I won’t invite him to Candlenights?”

Taako sighs and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I guess that’s an even deal. Punch is on the table. It’s good, go get some.”

She nods and makes her way over, giving a small wave to Davenport (who, appropriately enough, dressed as a pirate) on her way.

--

“Merle, who in the flying fuck are you?” Lup asks, tugging at one of his braids. He waves her hand away, more for show than anything.

“You kids really disappoint me.”

“No, I’m drawing a blank, too,” Davenport offers, removing his hat for a moment.

“The braids? The bandana? Nothing?”

They both shake their heads mutely at him. Merle frowns.

“I’m Willie Nelson!”

“Yeah, I would not have gotten that. See, I went for someone iconic,” Lup says, gesturing to her blood-soaked ensemble.

Merle tilts his head and narrows his eyes at her. He darts his eyes across the room to Taako and smacks his head with the palm of his hand. “Oh! Are you one of the twins from the Shining?”

“I’m in hell,” Lup groans.

--

“Bluejeans, Bluejeans, Bluejeans,” Lup murmurs into Barry’s ear as she stands behind him and wraps her arms around him. He laughs and presses a kiss to her cheek.

“You having fun, scary Carrie?”

“I’m having a blast! How about you, Bones?” Lup asks Kravitz, who’s gently pulling Taako by the hand over to stand by the nearly empty punch bowl.

“You know, I’m not as into Halloween as the rest of you, but I’d say this has been a pretty good time.” He says, winding an arm around Taako’s torso. Taako leans his head onto Kravitz’s shoulder and smiles.

“Next year’ll be even better, considering we’re going to have the best costumes.” He says, fiddling with the feather on Kravitz’s hat.

“I wouldn’t be so certain about that, T. I’m not going to be bested again.” Lup says, resting her head on Barry’s shoulder.

“I mean, good luck coming up with something as sick as Gomez and Morticia.” Taako leans over and snags a piece of candy from the table.

Lup groans and leans her head into Barry’s neck. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Barry and Kravitz both let out laughs as the twins start bickering about who gets dibs on the costume for next year.

[zukump3]

smutty headcanons (sero, denki, tamaki)

just some smutty headcanons for my under-appreciated babies.

genre: nsfw!! aged up characters! fem!reader

requested: kind of lmao, i took some characters you requested out but i’ll happily do them if you want me to anonnie! just wanted to do these for characters that don’t have a lot of content on here <:

latin king

for starters, he is so good at flirting and making you shy

he has the smirk. like yknow the smirk boys give when they’re about to rail you type shit?

yeah. that.

he’s so good at fingering you

his fingers are long and kinda skinny, so they reach up pretty far and can easily scrape against your pleasure spot

sero likes to do this in the mirror too, because he wants to see it directly

or he wants to be behind you while doing it, having his chin over your shoulder while he watches his fingers disappear in your wet pussy

“ai ai ai, look at that.” he’ll hum, and it’s literally so hot that your legs spread as soon as he says that, and he’ll smirk and HISISUDHD goddamn he’s fine

if he wants you in public or vice versa, he’s fingering you.

giving him head is hot as fuck

he’s the type to gather your hair in a ponytail to get it out your face while you suck him off

i hc that the noises he makes are really heavy breathing and quiet groans, that get louder the closer he is to cumming

will call you a pretty little thing or a cosa bonita while you suck him down your throat

he eats pussy so eloquently?2!2

like you’re gonna be making noise the entire time

his tongue is sinful

it swipes across your clit in ways you didn’t know what possible

and yes. he will finger you and eat you out 🙈

his hips do not lie during sex

he’s SOOO good at using them

curses in spanish whenever he’s feeling particularly good

will use his tape to tie your hands to the headboard if he feels like it

“mierda, i bet you wanna touch me so bad hmm? you look so cute like that.”

likes it when your legs are on his shoulder if you can stretch that far

also into mirror sex

something about him seeing himself fucking you, making you a whiny mess just !!!

does something to him fr

really likes sucking your nipples

if you ever make too much noise or cry about how big he is,

he’ll literally growl quietly in your ear, wrap some tape around your mouth and tell you to tómalo (take it)

the closer he is to cumming, the louder is he

APPRECIATE SERO YALL HES HOT AS FUCK

our shy lil baby <3

i hc that he actually has a massive fucking dick

but he doesn’t exactly know that

which means when he’s going a lil rough on you and you whine about it, he’s very confused

“w-what’s wrong baby...?”

“t-too big tama...” you’ll pout, and you swear his cock will twitch inside of you

he fucking loves prepping you for his cock

he likes to be slow with it just because he wants to drink up your reactions

pushing three of his fingers inside of you, his eyes hazy at the sight of you biting your lower lip so hard it leaves imprints

“c-can you... can you take t-these, my love?”

“you look... so pretty... taking a-all my fingers..”

he has his own way of dirty talking with you

whether he’s good at it or not completely depends on you

he’s gonna stutter. he’s fucking shy and extremely horny. he’s going to stutter okay

might use a toy on you just to see your pussy drool even more

if you bring out a tentacle dildo you swear you see his cock jerk so fucking hard

tentacle play...

ik not everyone’s into it but IF YOU ARE

he’ll use his tentacles to drag them down your body or suction at your nipples

maybe tickle your clit and brush against your asshole while he preps you

will not be able to sit still when you blow him or give him a handjob

handjobs > blowjobs for him

the way your hand wraps around him and the way your fingers brush over his tip makes him thrust so far in your fist

when you edge him he’ll cry out so loudly, pressing his face into your hair

“ngh... d-dont tease..”

he likes it when you’re on top obviously

but he does love fucking you missionary

when you wrap your legs around his waist he’ll blush red and his hips will falter

when you’re riding him, he always has a tight grip on your hips

will push you down and lift you off his cock if he’s that into it, which he normally is

sensitive sexually

SOOO WHINY

sometimes you have to gag this boy

likes it when you sit on his face and suck him off while he eats you out too

ILY AMAJIKI

whew 🥴

always horny

wants you whenever, wherever

highest sex drive too like

if you want him right after class even though he’s tired as shit??

it’s suddenly like he has a random burst of energy

he’ll be on you in an INSTANT

he’s v impatient, so foreplay isn’t always on his mind 😭

you have to be the patient one and get you both ready to fuck which can be hard sometimes because he’s already trying to unbuckle your pants

very messy. when he fingers you your thighs and his hand are covered in your essence

when you wrap your thighs around his head while he eats you out, he gets sooo horny

is down to try anything too 👀

his mouth might slip a little lower if you know what i mean 👀

loves it when you give him blowjobs in public places

if you sneak off into the janitors closet and drop down to your knees in the darkness, he will bust quick asf

curling his fingers in your hair and thrusting into your mouth

then he leaves the closet all red in the face 🥴

doesn’t have a favorite position at all. he will cum and get YOU to cum in any way

is a switch!

if you hook your fingers under his choker while you ride him he’ll literally hump up inside of you

also really loves having his hair pulled, it sends shocks to his cock

very vocal and loud

sometimes will go into whey mode depending on how much you edge him 🙈

yes i love my baby.

[sharkneto]

Celebration idea: I would love a little brotherly bonding snippet (if you have one, no pressure) of Five and Diego :)

Me: I have so many WIPS, I really shouldn't start something new even if it's short, but I don't actually have any good Five and Diego snippets laying around, what a shame Also me: “This is stupid.”

Diego looks up at Five from where he’s trying to position the kindling so he can get it to light. The rest of the family is busy setting up tents and laying out food for them to cook over the fire.

If Diego ever gets it started, that is.

He glances at the pristine nature around them. “Camping?”

Five nods, scowling at Diego’s sad pile of twigs.

Diego shrugs. “I don’t know, man. Could be fun.”

He actually agrees with Five. Camping is a waste of time. There’s a reason humanity moved out of nature to big, bustling cities where there’s always things happening and anything they could ever need at their fingertips.

But the family wanted a family trip, Vanya had suggested camping, and Luther and Allison had glommed right onto that idea. Klaus apparently didn’t give a fuck what they did, Five did his usual thing and just sulked about it in the background, meaning Diego would be the only one putting up a big fuss if he complained about it.

Five scoffs. “Yeah, real fun. Let’s sit on our asses in the middle of nowhere and pretend like we don’t have modern conveniences. A great time.”

“If you didn’t want to go, why didn’t you say something!” Diego leans closer. “If we’d both complained, maybe we could have changed their minds.”

“You didn’t want to go?”

“I was supposed to have a date with Patch tonight. But we had to cancel in the name of—”

“Family bonding,” Five says with him. He sighs. “Well, shit. I thought I was just raining on everyone’s parade about not wanting to go. That’s why I didn’t say anything.”

“I was wondering why you weren’t being more a dick about it.”

Five gives him a flat look. He crouches down and shoulders Diego to the side, reaching out to rearrange his tinder pile. Diego holds out the matches for him. Five ignores him, crouching closer over the pile and blocking Diego’s view of what he’s doing. Ten seconds later smoke starts wisping into the air. Five moves back so he can blow gently on his tiny flame. Within thirty seconds, he’s fed the flame and it’s grown to be a small fire, ready for larger sticks for fuel.

Right. Five’s started hundreds of fires in his life. Maybe thousands.

Probably thousands.

“Thanks,” Diego says.

Five shrugs. “You have to give it more air, let oxygen get to it, for it to really start.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good! You guys got the fire going!” Allison says, walking over with a tray of food. Diego doesn’t even know what they packed, he just showed up and helped chuck everything into the van they rented. She sets it on a stump; looks like potatoes, a medley of vegetables, and a large baggie of pre-cooked chicken.

“You need to wait for coals to cook best,” Five says. He’s shifted to sit on another stump.

“Good to know,” Allison says absently, taking inventory of what she still needs to bring over. “I forget, you’re quite the Boy Scout.” She heads back to her prep area and Vanya to ferry more supplies over.

Diego glances at Five, to check if he’s going to be mad about the Boy Scout comment. Since he turned physically fifteen and finally grew six inches, he’s a little less prickly about comments that could be interpreted to be about his young age.

He’s squinting after Allison, brow furrowed and the corner of his mouth twitching.

Something hit his humor, then.

“Boy Scout?” Diego asks.

Five’s mouth twist up further. “I’m thinking about all my fucked up apocalypse badges.”

Diego snorts. “Is there a cockroach badge?”

“Oh, absolutely. Get it for your 500th cockroach you eat. There’s another when you hit your thousandth, and then after that they don’t keep track because it makes the scouts too depressed. And you can’t have them too depressed, that’s just bad for survival moral.”

Diego snorts again. They turned a corner, last year, where suddenly Five was willing to leak a bit more about the apocalypse. There’s still nothing of real substance that comes out, but little pieces, little tastes. Cockroaches have, weirdly enough, become a piece that’s good to test the waters for how chatty Five is going to be about it. They’re usually safe.

“Gross,” Diego agrees.

“Truly,” Five says. He points to the log pile behind Diego. “You need to add that log. No, not that one. The one—No. The one with the flat side. Yeah. Put it…”

Diego finally gets the specific log positioned exactly how Five wants it. He returns to his spot on the ground, across the fire from Five. “What other badges you got?” he asks.

“Hmmm,” Five sighs in the most old-man way possible. “Got the Set Your Own Bones badge, got the Set Your Own Bones Wrong badge—”

“What?”

“It was just a couple fingers on my right hand, could have been worse… Got my Gardening badge, that was a good one.”

“Would you want to garden again?”

Five considers that before he shakes his head. “No. Well, no. Maybe. Ask me again when I’m old. Well, even older.”

Diego smiles with him. “Sure thing, old man.” He pokes at the fire with a long stick just to do it. Five frowns at him for it as the logs shift slightly. It’s fine, they’re still on fire, aren’t they. “I’m about to judge, Five, but all your shitty apocalypse badges are kind of lame. You don’t got anything more exciting?”

Five huffs a laugh. “Well, shit. I should have been cooler in the apocalypse, if I’d known you were in my future to tell me how lame I am.”

Diego shoots him a smile. They both know Five had hoped and dreamed and wanted nothing more than for Diego to be in his future to tell him how lame he was.

“Commission badges are probably more exciting?” Five offers.

“I prefer apocalypse badges.” Diego doesn’t really need a number for how many people Five has murdered.

“Me too.”

They sit and stare at Five’s fire. Five holds a hand out for Diego’s poking stick and deftly rearranges the charring logs so they’re flatter, starting to collapse one another.

“The Twinkie is probably something, right?” he says as he settles back on his stump. “Not many people almost die by Twinkie.”

“Sure they do.”

Five squints at him.

“I bet there’s a whole statistic every year about people who choke to death on those.”

A surprised snort escapes Five. “God, that would be an embarrassing way to go. At least mine was semi-respectable and some good, old-fashioned food poisoning.”

Hm. Fucked up. “Yeah, I don’t think they’re giving badges out for choking to death on Twinkies.”

“What are you two talking about?” Luther asks, expression folded in confusion as he walks past with two tent kits in his arms.

Diego makes the mistake of catching Five’s eye and they both lose it for a second in snorting laughs, as they try and hold it in. It’s really not that funny.

Luther just shakes his head at them and keeps on his way to the flatter part of their campsite, where he already has one of their tents up.

“You know,” Five says as his laughter dies down, “this is the sort of conversation I expect to have with Klaus, not you.”

“What?”

“I don’t know. It’s just stupid.”

“You think I can’t have stupid conversations?” Diego hears it as soon as he says it. Five gives him a look to let him know that he is choosing not to destroy Diego on his phrasing.

“No, you say stupid things all the time.” Ok, so not letting him go unscathed. “I wasn’t really going anywhere with it. Just a thought.”

“Alright, then.”

They lapse back into silence. Five watches the fire. Diego watches their family.

Allison and Vanya are still at the picnic table, laughing about something as they chop up more vegetables for whatever their dinner plan is. Luther is halfway though erecting the next tent. Diego should probably go help him but the big guy looks like he’s got it handled. Klaus crashes back into camp from the woods, roll of toilet paper in one hand and a bunch of berries in the other. Allison smacks them from his hand as he shows her and then shoves the hand sanitizer at him.

Yeah, maybe some family bonding is nice. Even if nature sucks.

He turns back to Five. He’s still staring at the flames, gaze distant.

Diego thinks he gets what Five was getting at, before with his comment about them not having dumb conversations together.

They don’t really have a chance to, they don’t hang out that often, just the two of them. It’s not on purpose, it’s not like Diego is avoiding his older brother, but things have been busy for him. Him and Patch are on, again (who knew their on-and-off-again tendencies would survive to a new future; at least it’s not as explosive – just a fluctuation as they try and figure out if they’re romantic or platonic), he’s spending time at a mechanic shop a block down from the gym, enjoying the work with his hands, and he’s still helping out at the gym and helping out around the city as things come up.

He’s just not at the Academy as much and that’s still where Five spends most of his time, still working to figure out how a sixty-year-old-man that looks fifteen fits into the world.

“We should do this more often,” Diego says.

Five blinks a few times and pulls himself back to the present. “Camping? Diego, this fucking sucks. I camped for four decades, I don’t need to do any more of it.”

“No, not the camping. I’m with you there. But… you and me. We should hang out more. Do stuff.”

“Like what?”

Diego shrugs. “Does it matter?”

Five’s mouth quirks up into a smile. “No, I suppose it doesn’t. I can pencil you into my very packed schedule. And you know where to find me.”

They smile at each other. It’s interrupted and Allison and Vanya join them with the rest of the food.

“Alright!” Allison says, calling Luther and Klaus to join them and then launching into instructions for how to make the little tin foil dinners she’s prepared.

They’re simple enough, especially when his sisters have already prepped everything. Really, it’s almost more patronizing that they didn’t just put everything together for them, too. Still, Diego grabs a square of foil and a pat of butter to grease it up. Grabs one to pass to Five, too.

Five ignores it and just grabs a potato, instead, jams it onto a stick, and then promptly shoves it into the coals of the smoldering fire, wiggling it until it’s mostly buried.

“Or that,” Allison sighs.

Diego catches Five’s eye. “Got your potato badge, then, too, huh?” he says.

Five grins and snorts.

[ray-ray-writings]

UMM THIS

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMe24dvmM/

Im sorry I know you are packed and busy but can I make a request based on that video?? BECAUSE HOT DAM JUST WILBUR ENTERING LIKE

‘WHAT IS THIS I HEARD ABOUT HURTING Y/N AND TOMMY ‘

LOOK AT THAT VIDEO LOOK AT IT AND TELL ME YOU ARENT SIMPING TO THAT MAN

I simply cannot tell you that because it would be untrue because I am SIMPING so hard…. Also this was way longer and had a lot more plot than I originally planned so…. There’s that lol. Hope you enjoy. (P.S. Because it’s so long, this is going to be the only post tonight, my brain is a bit fried rn lol. Have a great night everyone!)

Warnings: Mentions of very quickly losing a lot of weight, it’s brief but it’s there. As well as, manipulation from Dream. At one point the reader is like “wow it’s been three days since you hit me… Thanks Dream!” And a few swear words here and there. 

Before Wilbur died, you and Wilbur were married. It absolutely broke your heart to watch the love of your life lose his mind (and then his life) for the nation that you and he created to raise and protect your boys in. But you stood by his side until the very end. You held his hand as he died and clutched his body with Phil once it was over. Ghostbur gave you somewhat of a shock. Because you’re husband was back, and he remembered you. He was the man you had married. The person he was before the presidency, before the war, before L’Manberg… You’re Wilbur was back. But you were still sad. You couldn’t hug him or kiss him like you were able to and although he seemed to be right in front of you, it felt like he couldn’t be farther away. Ghostbur can see this and decides that if he can, he really wants to try to come back to life. He tells his father and older brother about this and so they begin planning and researching. In doing this, they kind of accidentally turn a blind eye to what is happening to you and Tommy. 

While those three are figuring out how to bring Wilbur back from the dead, you and Tommy are being harassed by Dream. Something else you lost when you lost Wilbur was protection from Dream. For some reason, Dream was always afraid of Wilbur. Perhaps it was his ability to always stand up for what he wanted and fight for the things he loves… Or perhaps it was because he was Techno’s brother. Doesn’t matter. Point is when you lost Wilbur you lost the protection from Dream. Dream threatens you and Tommy, trying to provoke Tommy and trick him into doing stuff so that Dream could get him in trouble and one day it finally works. Dream tells Tommy where George’s vacation house is because he knows that Tommy cannot resist checking a place out and looking through other people’s stuff. So Tommy drags Ranboo over there and while they’re there they accidentally knock over a lantern and burn some of the house and some of the chests. On the other side of the server, Dream is in your home, poking fun at you for losing your husband and telling you that it was partially your fault and just stuff like that. You didn’t react. You never could when talking to Dream. But his words stung and slashed deep, and he knew it. Finally after a while of this, Tommy comes bursting through your front door, out of breath and seemingly panicked. “What’s the matter?” You ask softly, leaving your kitchen and going to comfort your boy. Tommy is about to spill everything but when he looks up he sees Dream and immediately swallows his words. “We were playing tag… That’s all… Tag” he says. You absolutely do not believe him but you catch his gaze and know that whatever he’s done he cannot say it in front of Dream. So you decide you’ll just have to wait…. You don’t have to wait long. 

“You burnt down George’s vacation home?” Dream’s deadly tone sounds from the kitchen. Your eyes widen and scan Tommy’s face and the look that overtakes him, you know it’s true. “I did not burn it down… I knocked over a lantern and a small fire broke out… I tried to repair everything, it’s fine.” Tommy insists. But Dream seems too pissed to listen to reason. “Come with me” he hisses, marching forward and snatching Tommy’s wrist tightly and marching out of the house. A small whimper left Tommy’s lips as he was pulled causing you to fly into a rage. “Let go of him!” you demand, chasing after them. Dream doesn’t listen and so you reach out and shove his shoulder causing him to stumble, let go of Tommy’s wrist and whip around to face you too. A chilling smile rests on his face, “Oh you just messed up big time.” Before you can react, he reaches out, grabs your wrist, grabs Tommy’s again and continues on down the Prime Path. You’d try to fight it but the grip on your wrist was just too strong. Dream pulls you to Tubbo and immediately jumps on the boy. He explains what happened as well as says that you assaulted him and that he wants you two exiled from L’Manberg or there will be hell to pay. Dream tells Tubbo he will start a war and will kill everyone and everything if his orders are not followed. You can tell Tubbo really doesn’t want to, but it’s something he has to do. Tubbo lets out a small sigh and nod, “Okay Dream. You win.” He murmurs, not looking at Tommy’s betrayed face. “Excellent choice, Mr. President,” the man spits out. “Tubbo” Tommy utters broken heartedly, staring at his best friend, silently begging him to say sike… It never comes. “Dream please escort Tommy and Y/N out of my country.” “With pleasure” You wrist is seized again and you’re being dragged away from your home. 

After you three get out of the SMP, Dream lets go of your wrists and lets you walk for yourself. You approach Tommy and wrap a comforting arm around him. “It’s going to be okay Tommy. Everything is going to be okay.” You comfort the young boy who sighs and nods, “I just can’t believe that he would throw me under the bus like that,” Tommy murmurs. “I know kiddo. I know.” You follow Dream for a very long time until he is satisfied that you are far enough away from the rest of the SMP. “Okay, we stop here… Put your stuff in this hole,” Dream commands, digging a small hole for the two of you to throw your stuff in. You let out a scoff and roll your eyes, “No way. You’ve already forced us into exile. There’s no way we’re giving you our stuff.” Dream’s face flushed a bright red before he lurched forward and grabbed you. Putting in a headlock to where you’re back was pressed against his chest, his arm around your throat while he has a crossbow to your head. “I’ve had enough of you fucking attitude Y/N. You have no power here. I do. I’m in charge and when I say to do something, you do it. If I ask you to jump, the only thing you may ask after that is “How high?” Do you understand?” You don’t speak, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of obedience. But then the tip of the arrow digs into the side of your head causing you to let out a small pained whimper, “I said, do you understand?” he demands again. “Yes” you finally whimper out. He moves the crossbow away from your skull and lets you go and shoves you forward, stumbling into Tommy who catches you and stabilizes you. “Put your stuff in the hole… Now” he growls, not in the mood for any more ‘games’. You and Tommy share a look and then a sigh and slowly put your things in the hole like he demanded. And you could only watch as he placed TNT above it and blew up everything. All of your items that you had worked hard for… Gone in a moment. Dream leaves with a cackle. You and Tommy are just there. Shocked. Finally, after a few moments, you’re able to shake yourself out of it. “Okay… Let’s get started, there’s no time to waste.” Tommy just looks at you and then he sighs and nods. “Let’s do it then.” The two of you spend the rest of the day gathering materials and building yourself a little shelter. You were all alone… At least you were all alone with your brother.

As we all know, Dream comes back almost every day. He comes back, blows up your stuff and leaves. The first time he came back you tried to stop him… It didn’t go well. “Dream, please he just-“ He cut off your words with a harsh slap across the face. It sends you flying and leaves your head spinning. “Haven’t you learned yet? Stuff. Hole. Now.” And you have no choice but to obey. You watch with a broken heart as Tommy slowly begins to actually trust Dream and believe him when he says that no one misses him. You do your best to be there for him and convince him that it’s not true but as days go by and no one, not even your Ghostbur, you can’t help but slowly believe that they’ve forgotten about you two. As time goes on, it seems that you and Tommy fade. You lose a lot of weight. Your food source is scarce and you have to do a lot of work because you’re restarting every. single. day. You get hurt a lot easier and it takes a lot more time to recover. Every once in a while, Dream will physically hurt you. Whether it a slap or a small sword slash, he does it just to make sure you still remember who’s in charge. You just learn to take it and deal with it. It hurts, but at least it’s you and not Tommy. Ranboo visits you once and is horrified at what he sees. He’s worried about you, but knows he can do basically nothing to help you. He makes a mental note to tell someone about it back in the SMP…. And even though he has memory problems, this is one thing he cannot forget. 

On the other side of the SMP, Philza, Techno, and Ghostbur have done it. They’ve cracked it. They have figured out how to bring Ghostbur back to life and to bring back Wilbur. The three make the plan and tell no one, especially not you. (Yeah…. They don’t even realize that you and Tommy aren’t around rn lol) They want to make sure this works before they tell anyone. So they do all the prep and the work and then they perform the ritual. They perform it in a cave somewhere just a little bit away from Techno’s house so that absolutely no one would know where they are or what they were doing. They begin just as nightfalls. Carefully completely each step and making sure they’re doing everything just right, knowing if they fuck up one small thing it’s over and they won’t be able to get Wilbur back. The three complete the final step and wait…. Nothing happens. “Fuck!” Techno curses, his eyes falling to the book, “We did everything right! It should have worked!” “Techno calm down, we’re all upset but at least we-” Philza doesn’t get to finish. All of the sudden a bright light floods the room. The light? It’s coming from Ghostbur. “Uhh guys?” the ghost questions in fear as he is levitated off the ground. Philza and Techno cannot look at him for fear of going blind. Ghostbur is unsure of what is happening but then the shredding pain fills his body. A scream rips from his throat as his whole form begins to physicalize. The skin begins to become real as the bones, blood, organs, and all other internal body parts forms. All memories that Ghostbur had forgotten flood Wilbur’s mind as his whole life flashes before his eyes, reminding him of everything. It only lasts a few moments more before the light fades and Wilbur is dropped from the air. His body hits the ground with an extremely harsh thump. He feels the impact and lets out a groan. His whole body is sore… But he’s there. He’s real and most importantly he’s alive. “Wilbur?” Philza asks hesitantly. Wilbur lets out another groan. The two standing men share a look before rushing to his side. They kneel beside him and gently reach out. Don’t tell anyone but tears threaten to fall from both men’s eyes, Philza and Techno’s, as their hands actually are able to touch Wilbur and they don’t go through him as if he were a ghost. They gently help him from his side to laying on his back. At the movement, Wilbur opens his eyes and is met with the tear laced ones of two of his family members. “Hey guys” he manages to croak out, “how’s it going” “Wilbur” Philza breaks, a tear streaming down his cheek before he lurches forward and wraps the boy into a warm hug. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” the older man sobs to his son. “Shhhh,” Wilbur calms his father, “It’s okay Dadza. I wanted it. You did what you had to do. It’s okay.” To the two’s surprise’s Techno’s buff arms wrap around the two and join in the hug. “It’s uhhh… it’s good to see you Wilbur” Techno grumbles, not really liking the emotion that had built up in his chest. Wilbur let out a soft laugh, “Good to see you too Tech.” 

The sweet moment is broken by someone calling Techno’s name a little ways away from the cave. At first, they elect to ignore it, but then the voice calls again, this time for Philza and they can tell now that whoever it is, is panicking. So the two help Wilbur up and gently help him out of the cave. They look out over the snow and find Ranboo there, standing on Techno’s front porch. “Ranboo!” Techno calls out causing the tall boy to turn around and then run at them. “Techno! Phil!.... Is that Wilbur? Like actual real Wilbur? He’s alive?” Ranboo asks, his tone still slightly panicked. “Yes Ranboo… It’s a long story but to sum it up we managed to bring Wilbur back to life… Now why are you here and why are you panicked.” Ranboo’s eyes shift back to Wilbur and gulps, “I knew you weren’t going to like this… But now you’re really not going to like this… Dream is hurting Y/N and Tommy…” All three, especially Wilbur, snap to attention at that. “What?” Wilbur asks harshly. Ranboo gulps and nods before diving into his story. He tells them about your exile and how Dream has been treating you two, blowing up your stuff and even physically harming Y/N. He tells them that Dream has the two convinced that nobody cares about them anymore. The three go stiff at that. Have they all been so focused they really missed all of this? Well time to go right some wrongs. It is almost as if all ache and tiredness left Wilbur’s body at the thought of his spouse being hurt, especially at the hands of Dream. He straightens up and takes a few steps toward Ranboo, “Take them to us” he speaks, his tone pretty damn dark. Ranboo nods and quickly turns around and leads the three men back to the exile spot. 

Back in exile, you and Tommy built a house… Logsted! It wasn’t exactly your taste, but it made Tommy happy so you lived in it together. You had woken up, actually feeling kind of good. The bruises and nicks on your face had slowly begun to heal and Dream hadn’t hit you in the past three days. You had a nice dinner last night, you and Tommy had found some chickens and made a small chicken farm a little ways away from the house so that way Dream couldn’t easily find it, but point is you had chicken for dinner… that’s what I was getting at… I’ll move on. So long story short, you were feeling good. The sun had risen and so Tommy and you were just kind of waiting for Dream to show up so you could get the daily blowing up over with. And like clockwork, he shows up, but for some reason he’s angry. For the past couple days he’d actually be pleasant to be around, greeting you asking you how you’ve been. But today was different. He slammed the door open and begins digging a hole in the middle of Logstedshire… That’s really weird. He was going to blow up the stuff inside the house? No way. But he points to the hole and you know he wants you to dump your items in. You move to the hole but don’t throw your stuff in, “Inside the house? Can we please go outside, I don’t want to ruin our hard work” wrong thing to say. A growl escapes Dream’s lips as he reaches forward and slaps you hard across the face, harder than he’s ever slapped you. It is enough to make you dizzy, but you don’t even have time to recover because his hand is in your hair, yanking it back forcing you to look at him. “You stupid bitch. You would think that after all this time, you would have learned by now… I mean you were doing so so well. But it just seems that you never learn your lesson… Guess I’ll have to teach you yet again.” And he pulls out his sword and points it at your stomach, ready to slice you again. Just as he’s about to harm you, the door swings open again and someone stumbles in. They lean against the doorframe with their hand grabbing the top of the frame. You can hear Tommy let out a gasp and you watch Dream’s eyes widen in fear. “So Dream,” an all too familiar voice calls, “What’s this about hurting Y/N and Tommy now?” And then you’re let go by Dream. You crash to the ground, fall flat on your ass, but you manage to scramble to a stand as you stare at the door frame in complete... Shock? Amazement? Fear? You can’t tell. You’re husband, Wilbur, is standing there in the flesh. Literally in the flesh. He’s alive again and you cannot believe it. “Wilbur” Dream stutters out, “You’re alive? How-” “That doesn’t matter, Dream. What matters is the fact that you’ve been hurting Y/N and Tommy… We can’t have that. So now what is going to happen is I’m going to take my family back to L’Manberg and you are never going to hurt them again,” Wilbur announces, moving ever so slightly further into the room. Seeming to have recovered just a bit from shock, Dream actually retorts, “Or what?”. Two more people enter the house and it causes Dream to blanch even further. “I think you know what… now run along.” Not wanting to risk it, Dream takes off running. 

Once you’re sure he’s gone, you allow yourself to speak. “Wilbur?” You whisper out, still not sure if this is real or if you’re dreaming. Wilbur’s attention shifts to you and he completely soften. “Hello,” he greets with a soft smile on his face, taking a few steps toward you, “Have you missed me?” Deciding you don’t care if he’s real or not, you rush forward and throw yourself into his arms. You, like Philza and Techno, almost cry at the feeling of your body’s connecting. He’s here. He’s real. And he’s alive. His arms wrap around you and hold you to him so tightly, you almost can’t breathe. But you don’t care. You’re hugging your husband. You’re actually hugging your husband. “I missed you so much, Wilby. I mean we had Ghostbur but it wasn’t the same. I missed you,” you mumble into his shoulders, the tears slowly falling out of your eyes. His hand comes up and slowly pets your head, in silent comfort and reassurance. 

After a few minutes you pull away slightly, “How are you-” You’re cut off by his lips pressing against your and you cannot help but melt. It has been months since his passing and this was just the absolute best feeling in the world. You kiss back with so much passion it makes your head spin, this time in a good way. It’s also probably the only time ever his brother’s didn’t fake vomit at the sight of you kissing. You only pull back to catch a breath, but right as you breathe in, Wilbur’s lips are back on yours. The process repeats a few times, before you manage to breathe out a “Will,” causing him to pull back, but leaving his forehead resting on yours and his lips just hovering above yours. “Yes my love,” he mumbles to you. “Can we go home please” you ask, not wanting to be here at Logstedshire any longer. He gives you a warn grin, leaning the inch forward and kissing you once more before giving his answer. “Of course my love. Let’s get out of here.” 

[fivelakesinwriting]

can i request a jj or pope fic (if that’s what you’d call it), where the reader is suffering period cramps and other symptoms, and he comes to take care of her? probably a lot of fluff between them??

Author's Notes: Not enough love for our boy Pope, so I chose him! He would be the sweetest boyfriend, I think.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, Swearing, Mentions of blood (it's about periods, y'all) - Otherwise, fluff!

Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

Pope was so excited that it was the weekend. He had no extracurricular activities that day, and his only plans were to go out on the HMS Pogue with his friends and his new girlfriend. He woke up and was greeted by the sunniest Saturday morning he had seen in the long time and it was as if the stress and anxiety was lifted off of him.

He smiled to himself as he grabbed his phone off of his desk and checked his messages.

I can't come out today :(

Pope read the text message from his new girlfriend, they had only been official for about two months, and his heart sank. He let out a heavy sigh as he typed back a quick reply and changed into his clothes for the boat.

Pope couldn't keep the frown off of his face as he rode his bike to The Chateau. He had been looking forward to this Saturday on the water with the Pogues and his girlfriend all week. Sun, water and a pretty girl in a (hopefully) small swimsuit was just what he needed to get his mind off all this Royal Merchant and Denmark Tanny nonsense.

He hopped off his bike, letting it fall to the ground in the drive of The Chateau then stalked up towards the open door of the front porch.

"Whoa. Easy, Big Guy. Gonna break my door. You look like someone broke your project for the Science Fair." John B mumbled as he pulled on a t-shirt he grabbed from the back of the old couch.

"She's not coming." Pope grumbled as he sat down on the couch beside Kiara as she finished packing the cooler.

"What do you mean she's not coming? We've had this planned since like, last week. Stoked to finally meet your girl, man." JJ mumbled as he finished pinching the last bit of weed into the rolling paper.

"Says that she can't come out today because 'it has been a red dawn'. Whatever that means." Pope sighed as he turned his phone over in his hand, resting his head back on the couch.

Kiara burst out laughing, her hand over her mouth as she kept her eyes fixed on the cooler at her feet.

"What? Why is that funny?" Pope asked as he lifted his head up from the couch to look between his friends.

"She has her period, Pope. She doesn't want to come out because she has her period and is probably embarrassed to be around you and boys she doesn't know." Kiara replied as she looked over at the Heyward boy who still looked confused.

"Red Dawn, now that was a good movie." JJ stated as he put the freshly rolled joint behind his ear, and stood up.

"JJ." Both Kiara and Pope sighed as they looked over at the blonde boy.

"I'm just saying." JJ smirked as he adjusted his red hat on his head, then stood up and made his way over to the small television set on the other side of the room, crouched down and began to rummage through the small cabinet beneath.

"Well, I guess I'll just for two weeks after exams and prep classes are over. It just sucks because this was like, the one weekend she and I both had." Pope muttered as he rested his head back on the couch.

"Who says that you can't see her?" Kiara asked with a furrowed brow.

"Well..I just figured she'd want to be alone." Pope stammered.

"She's not a leper, Pope. And even if she were, she's your girlfriend." Kiara rolled her eyes as she swatted her friend's chest.

"Hate to admit it, but she's right. Take this and go see your girl instead. Boat will still here next weekend." JJ grinned as he walked over to Pope and handed him a dusty DVD.

"Red Dawn? JJ, I can't bring this." Pope held the DVD up to show the title back to the grinning Maybank boy, and shook his head.

"C'mon. She'll think it's funny." JJ laughed with a pat of Pope's shoulder before he made his way down the hall of The Chateau.

"Don't bring that." Kiara muttered under her breath.

"I'm not." Pope replied.

*

By the time Pope got to her house, still on The Cut, it was mid- morning and the sun was blazing hot. He dropped his bike in the empty driveway and wiped his brow with the hem of his shirt. He walked up the steps to the front door and knocked lightly.

"Pope?" She opened the door and greeted him in baggy sweat pants and an oversized sweater.

"Hi. I know you said that you didn't want to come out today, but I thought...well, Kiara thought..that you might want some company. And I thought that, too. But I didn't want to overstep and invade your space. But I guess I'm here now." Pope rambled as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other on the front step.

"No, it's okay. Pope, I'm really glad you came over. Come inside." She smiled softly as she took hold of his hand, lacing their fingers and pulled him inside the house, towards her bedroom.

"I was just going to watch a movie." She smiled as she sat on the edge of her bed and looked up at him as he stood awkwardly in the doorway of her bedroom.

"That's perfect. I actually brought you some snacks. I wasn't sure what you might be craving, I know you always flip flop between chocolate or candy. So I brought you both." Pope smiled softly as he walked slowly to the edge of the bed and sat next to her, pulling his backpack off his shoulders.

Pope opened up his backpack and pulled out one bag of Skittles and another bag of M&M's, passing them to her.

"You're the sweetest boyfriend, ever." She smiled as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I do request I get at least a handful of the Skittles, though." Pope blushed as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

"I can do that. Hey, what's that? You brought a movie?" She smiled as she pointed the the DVD that sat at the bottom of his bag.

"What? No, I didn't...damnit, JJ." Pope sighed as he rubbed his forehead.

She smirked and reached into the bag before he grab her hand to stop her. She looked at the DVD with a smile and read the bright yellow Post-It note on the front. JJ's unmistakable printing on the note.

IT WILL BE FUNNY.

"I'm so sorry. That was JJ's idea of a joke. He wanted me to bring this movie because of your text.." Pope sighed as he reached for the DVD.

"You don't want to show me the movie?" She giggled as she held the movie out of his reach.

"If you want to watch it, sure." Pope nodded with a sigh of relief. For once JJ's antics hadn't gotten him kicked in the ass. Especially with a girl he liked.

"Pop it in the player, it's over there." She giggled as she pointed the small television across her bedroom.

Pope smiled and did as was requested of him, putting the DVD in the old player. He grabbed the remote and walked back over the bed and laid with her as she already opened the bag of Skittles.

"Pope?" She asked softly as he settled against the headboard and fast forwarded through all the trailers and advertisements he didn't care about.

"Yeah?" He looked down at her, and he felt his heartbeat start to quicken. She was so pretty, and she liked him.

"Do you think you could rub my belly for a little bit? I have cramps, and they suck." She whispered as she rested her forehead on his shoulder.

"Really?" Pope asked as he slid his back down the headboard to be closer to her on the mattress.

"Yeah. Your hands are always so warm and soft." She nodded as she rested against him, her head on his shoulder as she watched the television.

"Sure." Pope smiled as he slowly, tentatively, reached beneath his shirt and pressed the palm of his hand just beneath her belly button and softly rubbed back and forth. He kissed the top of her head as she nestled into him even more.

"Thanks for staying behind from the boat to keep me company, Pope." She whispered against his neck.

"No need to thank me. I think I like this better." Pope replied softly.

"I don't know why JJ said we should watch this movie, though. There's minimal blood. Should have watched Carrie or something." She smiled as she looked up at his face.

"You're so weird. And I'm not watching Carrie again. Watched it once in the 8th grade because JJ made me, and I'm not doing it again." Pope laughed, his hand still running across the warm skin of her stomach just under her belly button.

"Oh, no. Poor little Pope." She giggled as she wrapped her arms around his midsection and pulled him close.

"Yeah, so if you want to watch horror movies you'll probably have to ask JJ." Pope replied as he kissed the top of her head.

"I will protect you, Pope." She whispered against his chest and held him tightly.

Pope felt content in that small bedroom with his girlfriend, the fan blowing straight on them as they watched that stupid movie JJ must has shoved in his backpack when he walked out the living room earlier. He supposed he owed him a thank you.

Maybe.

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MSA X Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island Chapter 7: They are found the Ghost of the Pirate in the video camera clip tape rewind/Shaggy and Scooby gets foods and drinks are put on the picnic basket/Discovered hidden words of wallpaper in the kitchen

Later we watched the clip that Fred had recorded when the wind was suddenly blowing in and the writing occurred. We were trying to catch how it happened during the shot and where the ghostly aura came from. Finally, Sarah spotted something

Sarah: Play it again, Fred, I think I saw something

Fred: Sure

Fred rewinded the clip one final time and pauses the part when Daphne shouted out "Who opened the window?".

Sarah: There! Could you enhance the shot?

Fred presses a couple of buttons to enhance, sharpen, and brighten the shot. Finally, they uncover something--a pirate ghost!

Marco: That looks like a ghost

Starla: You mean the guy this island's named after?

Simone: It is the ghost of Morgan Moonscar. Here, let me show you

Simone went to the nearest bookshelf and take out a book that contains Moonscar's portrait

Simone: This is the portrait of Morgan LeCrite. The moon-shaped scar is why he became better known as Morgan Moonscar

Josh: That's him, all right. And he really wants us out.

Shaggy: Like. We'll be happy to get out

Scooby nodded in agreement

Daphne: A real pirate ghost! Fabulous! I can't thank you enough for opening your haunted house to us, Simone!

Simone: So, you're not going to heed Moonscar's threat?

Daphne: Are you kidding? We don't get scared off that easy

Shaggy: Like. We do

Fred: Besides. It's probably a hologram or some guy in a pirate suit.

Marco: Then, why did it only show up on the tape?

Velma: That's the mystery

Fred: But there's always a logical explanation for these things

Suddenly, they hear a mysterious and suspicious growling.

Simone: What's that?

Icy: What noise?

Shaggy: Like, there's a logical explanation for the growling from our stomachs. We're hungry and we're gotta get some food to go!

Scooby and Shaggy rushed back into the kitchen and Josh and Jaxson decides to go with them, so they won't get into any trouble.

Shaggy and Scooby are prepping the picnic basket, filling up with various goods, from homemade potato salad to a couple jars of pickled peppers, and one 20 feet long sandwich. However, the sandwich didn't fit the basket, so Scooby and Shaggy ate up each side of the sandwich into a smaller 5 foot sandwich

After they prepped the basket, they are about to leave the kitchen, only to bump into Albert and Velma.

Josh: What brings you back here, guys?

Albert: We're here to take another look at the wall

Shaggy: What's to look at? It's better to clear that the ghost wants us out. C'mon, boys, let's go

Velma leans against the wall and starts picking at it. Albert did the same thing and the wall starts to peel off. Velma sees a spatula and begins scrapping it. Albert backs off and watch Velma peel off the wall and sees dull red letters appearing one at the time.

M...A...E...L...S...T...R...O...M...

Lena comes in with a tray of empty glasses and gasps in horror.

Lena: What are you doing to my kitchen?!

Mima: Oh my god... you are doing?!

Velma: Jinkies

Velma: Looks like I got carried away

Later on, Velma, Albert, Bart, and Vicki read the page that contains Morgan Moonscar's portrait. However, Simone, Lena, and Daphne, Icy, and Mima are very upset with the ruined wall. Fred captures a shot of the wall that says MAELSTROM.

Simone: Would you mind telling me why you destroyed half my kitchen?

Velma: Well

Velma reading the book

Velma: According to this book, the MAELSTROM was the name of Morgan Moonscar's pirate ship

Simone: I'm not surprised

Simone: Parts of this house is quite old. The pieces of the pirate ship could've been used for construction. Morgan Moonscar was rumored to have buried treasure of this island, though it was... never found

Albert: Never found?

Albert walked towards Bart and Josh and whispers

Bart: Boys, I'm beginning to have a bad feeling about this. I fear that we might be getting too deep in this place

Vicki: Too deep? Don't worry about anything, Albert. If the ghost decides to pop in right in front of us, we got your back

Fred: Treasure? AHA! I knew it! It's some guy disguised as a pirate ghost trying to scare everyone off the island!

The silence came in the room, staring at Fred blankly.

Lewinn: Really, Fred?

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“You don’t share real well”

pairing: fred weasley x reader x george weasley

requested: no

word count: 2k

warnings: none, fluff maybe

A/N: this is totally just a fluff idea I had based on how I’ve rarely ever shared a bed with anyone and how totally inept I am at leaving the blankets alone. If I don’t rip them off the bed to form myself into a burrito, then they’re kicked off the end of the bed. I hope some people relate to this or at the very least find it funny and enjoyable. Leave me comments and let me know what you think! Xx

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It had been a long few months since you’ve last seen your two best friends. When Fred and George decided to drop out of school, it became nearly impossible to see them since you couldn’t easily leave the castle. You sent letters back and forth nearly every day, and you had managed to sneak out once or twice, but it wasn’t the same as what you were used to with them.

In one of their last letters they sent you they said that they’d meet you at the burrow before their brother’s wedding.

That was still about two weeks ago though and you were more than excited to see them. You missed the two idiots more than anything, except you couldn’t say anything about them visiting to anyone else as they wanted it to be a surprise.

You had been staying at the burrow pretty much since school let out as your parents weren’t really around. Molly didn’t mind because in all honestly she saw you as a second daughter. She knew how close you and the twins were, as well as how the younger two Weasleys looked up to you as an older sibling

“Y/n, dear. Why don’t you go up to bed? You look exhausted.” Molly suggests after you’ve zoned out for the fourth time in twenty minutes.

You had been helping prepare for the wedding; making sure the house was tidied up from top to bottom, make sure the yard was in top condition, helping prep all the food and bake the desserts. Truthfully you have been busy for the last week.

“Are you sure, Molly? I’d like to help finish up.” You yawn even though it’s only about 9:30 at night.

“I’m sure, dear. Go on to bed, now. Tomorrow will be a bit of relaxation before the big day.”

You nod, smiling sleepily at the woman you’ve come to see as a mum. You were more than grateful for her, but felt guilty for not being able to keep up.

She reassured you again that you were fine to go to bed and nearly had to push you towards the stairs herself.

“Goodnight. Thank you for everything.”

“Thank you for all the help. Now get.” She smiles, shooing you away.

Tiredly, you make your way up the stairs to the twins’ room. It had been sitting empty for months as they had pretty much immediately moved into the apartment above their shop.

Since it had been left empty, Molly was more than happy to let you take it over when you were there. You hadn’t changed much except for pushing the beds together to make one big bed.

You liked both of the twins as more than friends, so it felt wrong to you to choose just one of their beds. Even though it wouldn’t have made a difference to anyone, you just couldn’t bring yourself to choose.

Sighing as you close the door, you make your way to your bags that you hadn’t bothered to unpack even though you’ve been here over a month and a half already. You dig through until you find a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized shirt you were positive you had stolen from one of the twins at some point.

Having changed and brushed through your hair, you throw yourself onto the bed and snuggle into the mass of blankets that were a mix from both the beds. Not even five minutes after laying down you found yourself falling into a deep sleep.

~.~

“Fred, shhh. You’re gonna blow our cover.”

“Oh it’s not like anyone is awake. Everyone around here sleeps like a log.”

You groan softly as the two wake you. You shouldn’t have expected anything different, those two boys wouldn’t know quiet if it hit them in the face.

“Would you both shut up. I was sleeping peacefully.” You grumble, not bothering to look at them instead keeping your eyelids shut to hopefully not lose any of the sleepiness.

“Merlin’s beard, y/n. What are you doing in our room?” Fred asks, not even noticing the beds yet as you startled him.

“It’s become my room while I’m here thank you.”

“Uh huh. Is that why the beds have been pushed together, love?” George asks, setting his stuff down and going to take off his jacket.

“Mmhmm.” You hum, still trying to get back to sleep.

“Where are we supposed to sleep then?” Fred asks, and you just know he has a pout playing on his lips. 

“Take a side and shut up. Please. I’m tired.” You mumble, attempting to bury your head in the pillows.

The twins chuckle at you, shaking their heads as they both find some pajamas to change into. Once changed they climb into the bed either side of you, curling around you, covering themselves with the blankets.

“Good night, love.” George whispers, kissing your shoulder as you’re currently facing Freddie.

“G‘night, Georgie. G’night, Freddie.”

“Good night, princess. He smiles, placing a kiss to the top of your forehead.

Soon enough your back to sleep with the twins following soon after.

~.~

George groans as he wakes up. What for he’s not sure. Not until he realizes that he has no blanket.

He looks over at you, rubbing his sleep-filled eyes to see you seemingly buried in blankets as you apparently stole them from both him and Freddie.

Chuckling he works on yanking them out from under you. Usually whenever you all had fallen asleep together, whether on purpose or not, you each had your own blanket. He honestly can’t recall a time when any of you had shared a blanket.

Finally he gets enough blanket to cover up with again, this time trying to curl up closer to you and tucking the edge of the blanket underneath him to keep it on him. He wonders if he should try covering his twin back up, but decides he really doesn’t care too much about it at this moment. Instead, he’d much rather go back to sleep.

Not even twenty minutes later, Freddie wakes up freezing. He sighs when he sees you’ve taken them, shaking his head but smiling at you nonetheless. You’re too damn cute when your sleeping for him to be mad at.

Same as his brother, Fred starts pulling at the blankets to get some to cover up with. He, too, moves in a bit closer but doesn’t think to tuck the other side underneath him.

~.~

You sigh, waking up from a dream that you already fail to remember. You huff as you feel like you’re in satan’s sauna. Between the blankets, the twins’ body heat, and being squished in the middle you feel like you’re burning alive.

Carefully you try to wiggle yourself out of Fred and George’s hold to pull the blanket down just enough to get some fresh air.

Soon enough you’re falling back asleep at just the right body temperature.

~.~

You groan as you roll over, not yet opening your eyes. You can tell it’s daylight, but not quite time to get up. Maybe another hour or two.

“Merlin, y/n.” You hear George huff. You frown, why is he huffing at you this early in the morning?

“What? Why are you huffing at me?” You mumble, just barely able to open your eyes to look at him.

“You don’t share real well, you know that?” He asks, looking down at you as he reaches for something at the bottom of the bed.

“What do you mean, Georgie?” You still mumble. You really aren’t ready to be up yet.

“You’ve kicked the blankets all the way to the end of the bed. And that’s not even half of what you’ve done throughout the night.” He chuckles, finally grabbing hold of the blanket and pulling it up over the two of you.

You groan, not wanting to be under the blanket. You’re comfortable. You try to push the blanket off you but George just wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him.

“Georgie, it’s too hot.” You huff, pouting at him.

“Just go back to sleep for awhile. It’s still too early.” He sighs, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“You’re such a pain.” You huff, giving into the younger of the twins.

“Go to sleep, princess. And please stop taking the blankets from us.” You hear Freddie mumble, his face smooshed into the pillows and facing away from you.

You huff, pouting a bit at how rude the twins are being this morning. True you had been the same last night when they snuck in, but they were being loud, you aren’t.

“Quit your pouting, love.” George states, kissing your shoulder and nuzzling his face into your neck, leaving soft kisses along your skin.

“You’re the one who’s had us up all night trying to figure out where the blankets are. If you hadn’t taken them all for yourself, you had kicked ‘em away so no one had them.” Fred grumbles, turning to face you and George.

“Or you had pushed us to the very edge of the bed.” George adds, chuckling slightly as his head in still buried in your neck.

“Oh....I’m sorry, guys.”

“It’s alright, princess. Just let us have a few more hours of sleep, please.” Fred smiles, kissing your nose.

“We’ll be ready to be up, then.” George finishes the thought, kissing your neck.

You nod and smile giving both boys a kiss on their forehead or cheek before cuddling up with them and drifting back to sleep for a bit.

✨ BONUS ✨

“Y/n, dear. I have a question-“ Molly starts to say as she opens the door, waking you and the boys.

“Fred, George! What are you doing here?”

“Mmm, Good morning, Molly.” You hum, a bit groggy from waking up. “Oh! W-we haven’t done anything...” you say, suddenly realizing that you’re wrapped up in both the twins’ arms. You can only imagine what she must be thinking.

“Oh, I know, dear. I’m not worried about that one bit. Honestly, I’m more surprised you haven’t. The way you all are with each other.”

“Mum!” The two boys groan, earning a chuckle from their mother as they blush a bit.

“I’m just saying. Anyways, y/n. I had a question; which do you think would look better with the flowers we already have?” Molly asks, holding up two different filler flowers.

“How about we use some of both? They’re both really pretty and would look great together with the flowers.” You yawn, still trying to wake up fully.

“That they would. Good idea, hon.” She smiles, going to walk out the room.

“I’ll be down soon to help with breakfast.” You call out to her.

“Don’t you worry about it one bit dear. You take your time!” She calls back, already heading down the stairs.

“She loves you.” Fred says, leaning over to you.

“And you’re just realizing this now?” You chuckle, sitting up a bit. “I’m a more tame version of you two, of course she loves me.”

“A bit full of ourselves, aren’t we?” George chuckles as you do a small hair flip.

“You know it’s true.” You smirk, winking at him as he and Freddie break out laughing.

“That’s why we love you.” They say simultaneously, looking at you lovingly.

You smile, blowing each a kiss.

“Now let’s get up boys,” you say, lightly slapping their legs. “I’ve been helping make breakfast the entire time I’ve been here, you can come help me this one time.”

“We can head down in a few minutes. We didn’t get as warm a welcome as we were hoping for last night.” Fred smiles as he pulls you back down by the waist, leaning over you and kissing your nose.

“You were being too loud.” You giggle as he continues placing kisses around your face, George placing light kisses around your neck.

“And?”

“And I was trying to sleep!” You point out.

You giggle as George’s hand trails up your side, tickling your skin as he does.

“Just love us for a bit, darling. We’ve missed you.” George smiles, placing a kiss on your lips.

“You two are unbelievable.” You sigh in exasperation, but giving into both of them. None of you have ever made things official, but it was pretty clear that you were theirs and they were yours. 

“Isn’t that why you love us?” Fred asks, taking his turn kissing your neck and sucking at the spot just behind and below your ear. You gasp at the pleasure of it as he smirks.

“One of the reasons.” You smile, pulling both of them into a hug. You were more than elated to have them here with you again. You’d never say it aloud but you missed the two dorks so much.

[kiyoomichan]

SAKUSA.PEGGING.PEGGING SAKUSA. and edging him and then overstim him 😼😼 fem dom we r flourishing TODAY. and i love u!!

i love u too anon🥺

SAKUSA X FEMDOM!SO + PEGGING

A/N: all characters are strictly 18+.

warnings: humiliation, degradation, spanking, hole-slapping, femdom, slight dumbification

this is so dirty i’m sorry in advance

it’s late one evening when kiyoomi gets home from practice. you’re sitting on the couch as he comes through the door, and can tell he’s stressed out just by looking at him; his shoulders wound tight and his eyebrow twitching

you figure it’s probably because of something atsumu did to piss him off, and omi is like a firecracker when he’s upset, so you wait to let him come to you and go back to scrolling through your twitter feed

you’re surprised when he comes over to you, curling up next to you on the sectional and laying his head on your shoulder. you can smell the gym brand shampoo on his curls, and the hint of aftershave and cologne on his neck

“not now,” you think to yourself, trying not to let his scent arouse you. he’s upset and you want to comfort him, not gross him out

“bad day?” you ask, already knowing the answer. he mumbles a quiet “yes,” the sound muffled by his face in your shoulder.

a large hand comes down to rest on your leg, his thumb rubbing circles into your inner thigh in an attempt to self soothe, not realizing he was inadvertently making you more wet by the minute

“wanna talk about it, baby?” you ask again, reaching up to pet his damp hair. he whimpers into your shoulder, snuggling his face deeper into the crook of your neck

he pushes himself closer to you, seeking comfort. you feel lucky that you get to be the one to see this side of kiyoomi—his usual stoic facade crumbling as soon as he lets himself be held by you. it took you a long time to get to this point, to crack his walls—and you couldn’t be more happy that he let you

“do you need me to take care of you, hmm, kiyoomi? a lil’ TLC?” you chuckle, twisting your neck to press a kiss to the top of his head.

“please,” he whispers, so faint that you can barely hear it. “need you.”

your breath hitches at his words as you slowly start to piece together what he wants—you should’ve known, really—the neediness in his voice, the clinging, touchy-feeliness of his actions up til now.

you’d only done it a few times before, on these rare occasions when kiyoomi needs you to take him apart and put him back together again

“of course, doll,” you say, moving to get up before you’re interrupted by a hand gripping your wrist. “don’t leave,” he says, sounding very small and not like himself at all

“shh,” you soothe, turning around a bit. “i’ll be right back, ok? i just need to get our toys.”

you watch as he bites his lip and lets go, albeit reluctantly

you smile at him and hurry to the box in the nightstand, grabbing your strap, latex gloves, lube, cockring, and vibrator

by the time you get back, he’s laid himself out on the couch, chest heaving with anticipation as you walk towards him.

you crouch down beside him and look into his eyes lovingly.

“do you want to prep yourself? or d’you want me to do it for you?”

he flushes and throws an arm over his eyes, turning his face away from your gaze

“...you, please.”

you waste no time getting to work, crawling up to where his legs rest on the couch

“m’gonna take these off, okay?” you say, slowly tugging at the waist and of his athletic shorts and briefs. he says nothing as you pull them off at the same time, and shivers at the cool air against his half-hard cock

“so cute,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his thigh. “hold your legs up for me, baby.”

he obeys, moving so that his legs are spread and pressed to his chest, letting his most intimate parts be exposed to your eyes

“so pretty, love,” you smile, glancing at his embarrassed expression. “so clean and beautiful, all mine, hm?”

he squeezes his eyes shut, holding back a moan as you slip on the gloves and lube up your fingers, pouring a bit extra down his perineum and the cleft of his ass.

“a—ah!” kiyoomi yelps as two of your fingers sink into his hole, starting to scissor in and out of him.

you steadily increase the pace as you go, adding a third finger and watching in amusement as he nearly screams when you find his sweet spot.

“you feeling good, baby boy?” you tease, watching the slightest bit of drool trickle down his chin, giving a particularly rough thrust of your fingers against his prostate

“h-hngh!” kiyoomi moans, moving his hands from where they’re hooked under his knees to grasp at the fabric of the couch

“please, please, please...” he trails off, looking at you with hazy eyes

“shh, honey, i’ve got you.”

you slip your gloved fingers out of his hole, and he whines at the empty feeling

you grab the vibrator and ring—and you watch his blissed out, needy expression turn into one of panic

“it’s okay, it’s okay,” you hush him as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. “you’ll feel so much better after, i promise.”

his muscled chest heaves as you pump his cock a few times, carefully slipping the pink silicone ring over his length

you cut him off by flicking on the hitachi to its lowest setting, slowly running it over the underside of his aching cock

kiyoomi watches you slip your harness on, fixing the mini bullet against your clit and hooking the dildo on. you crawl over to hover above him, and run a gentle hand down his cheek

“(y/n), i—“

his hips buck at the vibrations against his groin, rocking up into the toy while simultaneously trying to get away from it

“oh, oh, oh, oh—” he cries as you increase the power, moving the wand from his balls to the flushed head of his cock, where pearly white beads of cum begin to drip down his length

“such a good boy,” you whisper as the volume of his moans heightens. “such a good boy, kiyoomi.”

his cheeks are flushed strawberry with embarrassment at being so vulnerable

“miss, please,” he whines as the vibrations of the toy torment his senses. “please, i need....”

“what do you need, sweetheart?”

kiyoomi bites his lip and groans in frustration at having to admit to something so filthy

“c’mon, love, you can do it. don’t be shy, it’s just me and you,” you smile sweetly, teasing him.

he’s panting now, curls sticking to his forehead, covered in a fullbody flush. you’re so close to breaking him.

“don’t you wanna be a good boy, kiyo? or do i have to punish you, hmm?”

his eyes widen at the thought—but he’s too slow to answer, instead mumbling and stuttering, and before he knows it, he’s been thrown over your lap, bottom in the air.

“no, no, no, no—please don’t, please—”

“shhh, honey—you were a bad boy, so now you need to be taught a lesson, yeah? bad boys get spankings.”

his neck lurches up as your hand rubs over the swell of his ass, then coming down with a harsh slap. his face is red and he’s biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

“count for me, darling.”

“o—one!” he shouts, screaming numbers every time you land a blow. you can’t see his face, but you can tell there’s tears streaming down his cheeks.

“it’s okay, baby, just a little more.”

you spread him open, and he whines when he feels the cool air hit his hole. he tries to squirm away from your grasp, embarrassed at being so exposed.

“stop it,” you say sternly. “i think you need to be punished here, too. how does that sound, hm?”

he doesn’t have time to speak before you’re using three fingers to slap his most sensitive part—his yelps sounding like music to your ears.

you’re able to feel him rutting his pathetic cock against your thigh, smearing cum all over your skin. “you’re so naughty, baby,” you chastise. “you came just from me slapping your stupid little hole?”

“kiyoomi, i asked you a question. are you going to answer or do i need to give you another spanking?”

he shakes his head furiously. “y—yes, i did, i came from miss slapping my hole,”

you smile and card your fingers through his silky locks

“does baby want me to fuck him now?”

“yes, please, please fuck me—“ he cries, so uncharacteristically but so sweet all the same.

“shhh, love. i’ve got you.”

his toes curl in anticipation as you lube up the strap, your expression lewd and domineering.

kiyoomi moves into position, face down, ass up. he knows exactly how you want him.

“‘s okay, babydoll, i’m gonna take real good care of you, i promise.” 

you slap the silicone head of your strap against his already puffy hole a few times, laughing when he all but screams your name.

“d-don’t tease,” he huffs.

you smile slyly, and thrust the entire length in to the hilt. he cries out, tossing his head back just enough for you to grab him by his curls.

“is that what you wanted, sweetheart? you wanna be fucked like a little slut, huh? you’re so needy for me, so tight and wet. i bet you’d love it if everyone could see you all weak and pathetic like this, huh?”

“no, no!” he cries, fingers clutching at the sheets. “only...only miss can see me like this.”

“is that right, angel?” you grunt, abusing that spot inside him with your repeated thrusts.

kiyoomi whines so prettily as you pound him into the mattress, cock weeping and dripping onto the bed. your hand comes up to stroke his length ever so lightly, drawing out more cries from him.

“does baby wanna cum? wanna spill himself all over mistress’s sheets like a stupid little boy?”

you can tell he’s fighting your words in his mind—he’s not stupid, but he does want to cum.

“yes! yes, please, please let me cum, please let me, miss—i’ve been so good, please—”

you reward him with a flick of your wrist, twisting over his flushed, aching cock just how he likes, spurts of cum shooting to cover your hands and his chest.

kiyoomi’s shoulders shake and tremble as he comes down from his high, and you hold him through it, gently pulling out and taking your hand away from his dick. he shudders at the loss as you help him lay down.

he shuts his eyes for a few seconds, chest heaving. you lean over him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“shh, kiyo,” you soothe, petting the sweaty curls off his forehead. “you did so good for me, honey.”

“would you like to go get cleaned up now?”

he mumbles something akin to a yes, and you help him walk to the bathroom, a protective hand on his waist the whole way.

you allow him to soak in the bath while you wash off in the adjacent shower. he’s near falling asleep, a sated sleepy expression on his face.

you finish up, wrapping a towel around yourself and padding over to help him out of the water.

back in the bedroom, you dress him gently, pulling his briefs and an oversized shirt on him.

you stand in front of your shared bed for a moment, his large hands coming down to hold your waist.

kiyoomi is so soft after a scene, a side of himself he rarely lets others see. you’re thankful he’s allowed you to be one of the lucky few.

“i love you,” he says, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

your hand comes up to play with his freshly washed hair, fingers tangling in the curls and running down his neck.

“and i you, sweets.”