#but yeah no he definitely digs the thought of doing the rest of his shift with a lil limp and your handprint around his throat

[carnivorousyandeere]

Nggg fucking Ace in his work clothes tho👅

I hate the smell of motor oil but there is just something about mechanics...

See that’s exactly how he gets you…

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: very suggestive but not full smut, risky, unsafe, mild exhibitionism/mentions of it, getting cockblocked 😔

Info: top darling, gn darling, darling is actually kinda shy in this one but not-so-secretly longs to Dom

The mental image of him bending over to get a better look under the hood of a truck, his formerly-white tank top covered in grease and sweat stains, another bead of sweat traveling from his hairline to his neck, muscles straining as he works to loosen a bolt with an old wrench, cursing in frustration at the stripped metal sliding over each other uselessly.

It’d be so easy to strip him too.

Just reach around, untie the coveralls around his waist and drag it down with his boxers— oooh, or panties, lacy and impractical and digging into the soft skin of his hips— Ace curses again, head whipping around, but sags in relief seeing it’s you.

He shivers at the feeling of your hips against his ass, you pressing against his unprepared hole. Your fingers dig into his hips. Ace hisses quietly at the feeling.

“Hurry up, will ya? Break’s almost over, they’re gonna come back soon.”

You hum thoughtfully, running your hands up Ace’s back and dragging your nails down slowly. “I bet they’d appreciate the show.”

Ace takes a deep breath, turning and leaning back against the truck he’s working on, pretending to be surprised to see you. Teasingly asking, “What brings you over on this side of town, doll?”

His eyes are dark, hungry, almost like he knows what you’ve been thinking about.

“I— I brought you some lunch.” You timidly hold up the bag, with sandwiches and cut strawberries.

“Thanks, hon,” Ace grins wolfishly, stealing the bag with one hand and gripping your wrist with the other, tugging you in between his legs. “But maybe I’m craving something else sweet right now?”

“Yo, Ace!” One of his coworkers yells from across the lot.

Ace scowls, yelling back, “Fuck you want? I’m on break, make it quick.”

He grabs a rag and walks over, but not before pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips and promising he’ll give you a proper thank-you for the meal when he gets home.

[spicyspiders]

something that never existed

Francis Mosses x male reader smut

1.4k words

This is really dark. Francis gives the reader a bottle of milk that makes him feel funny, follows him home, and then takes care of him.

It hits you during the middle of your shift. You aren’t sure of what, but the feeling of it has grown more intense each hour since it began. Pushing through the double doors is harder than when you did it this morning, your arms feeling heavy. 

The cool evening air against your skin nearly has you moaning. Your skin burns, and the refreshing air makes you want to tear off your clothes. Each step against the pavement feels heavy as you slug your way to your home. If you were a passerby, you would probably be annoyed hearing the loud sound of your shoes against the sidewalk, but even though the noise filled your ears again and again, you could also hear the quieter steps of someone behind you. 

Someone fucking drugged you. Or maybe something made it through the slot in your workstation. Or maybe–

You didn’t fucking know. All you knew was that because of it, you were half-hard by the time you made it to your front door. 

“Are you following me?” You asked loudly as you leaned your sweaty forehead against your door. You panted against the door as you waited for a response. You laughed to yourself as you stuck your hand into your pocket to get your keys. Great, alongside the lust, you were also going crazy. 

“You looked like you needed help. So yes, I followed you,” a voice said from behind you. 

Your eyebrows drew together, trying to recognize the voice. It only took a few moments to pinpoint where you knew it from. You heard nearly a hundred voices a day at your job, but there was something about the man’s voice that was different and made it memorable. 

You just couldn’t remember his name though. Frank? Fraser? Frederick? You didn’t really care to try and remember his name. You had more pressing matters, like picking up the keys you had finally pulled from your pocket and then dropped on the fucking ground. 

“Let me,” Frank, Fraser, or Frederick says, his voice much closer behind you. “Here,” he says, now beside you. 

You hold your hand out to accept the cold metal into your palm. You hope the man will just leave as you close your fingers around the keys and the sharp metal digs into your palm, but the man stays. 

“I’m fine,” you say to the man, sticking the key into the knob with your shaky hands. 

“Let me at least help you get inside,” the man responds, one of his hands moves to your shoulder, while the other goes to your waist to hold you upright.  

“Fuck,” you whisper. Where he touches you somehow feels warmer than the rest of your body feels, even over your clothes. His voice brings you back to earlier in the day when he showed up to the window to be let in. You thought it was pretty weird for a milkman to deliver to his own apartment building, but it definitely wasn’t the weirdest thing you saw during your shift. 

“Let me in?” He had asked you earlier that day. Through the window, you could see his carrier full of milk bottles, but you could also see an extra bottle in his other hand. 

“Making an extra delivery for today?” You asked as you looked over the papers he gave you. 

The man didn’t answer. He must not have heard you, you thought. He nodded in appreciation when you gave his papers back and pressed the button to unlock the door. You thought that was going to be that, but the man got your attention again after you had started going through other papers on your desk. 

“This is for you, actually,” he said as he held the bottle up. One corner of his mouth twitched up, making it look like for once, he wasn’t miserable. 

“Oh,” you said in surprise. You weren’t sure if you were allowed to accept gifts, but took the bottle anyway through the slot under the window. 

“You must get thirsty back there.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled lightly, “my mouth can get dry with all of the talking I do.”

He left after that, but you swore his eyes had flicked down to your lips before he walked through the door. 

“Did you put something in that milk?” You asked, pulling the key from the knob. 

Francis. You remembered as his hand went over yours on the knob. You could see the document in your head, as you tried to remember if the man with you now was the same from earlier in the day. 

“Did you like it?” He asked, “I made it just for you,” he said into your ear, his warm breath puffing across your ear. 

With strength you didn’t know you still had, you sent your elbow backward into the man’s chest. You thought that would be enough, but found yourself on the other side of the door with Francis on your back. 

“What’d you do to me?” You moaned against the door. His weight on your back was heavy as he held you against the door. This close, you could feel the length of his cock digging into your lower back. 

You let out another moan, but this time, Francis lets out one that matches yours when he grinds his hard cock into your back. His hands go to your hips to maneuver you around so he can grind his cock into the meat of your ass. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” Francis says, laying his body along the length of your back so he can say the words directly into your ear. 

Enough to drug you, you guessed. Whatever he gave you was enough to turn your brain to mush, and the only control you had was dedicated to pushing your ass back into his cock. 

“Please,” you whined, “it hurts.” Francis lets you fall slowly to the floor and makes his way to hold himself tightly against your back. What hurts is your hard cock, but of course, Francis knows that the relief you need comes in the form of his hands between your legs. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Francis whispers. His fingers skillfully get your pants open, and then his fingers– the same ones you saw earlier today hand you his papers, wrap around your cock. 

You immediately fuck your hips into his fist, much closer than you expected. You hoped that with your release, Francis would be leaving along with it. Maybe you had fallen asleep at your station and this was some fucked up dream you were having. Letting your head fall forward to thunk into your door didn’t wake you up, so it’s likely that this was real. 

“You’re so wet here,” Francis says in amazement as his fingers collect the precum from the head of your cock and what had already leaked down the shaft. He hooks his chin on your shoulder before he pulls his hand from your cock, and up to his mouth. 

He groans into your neck when he gets the taste on your tongue, “Francis,” you whisper, hoping that saying his name would be enough. You didn’t want to beg, after all, your hard cock should be evidence enough of what you needed. 

“I’m sorry,” Francis says, kissing his apology into the soft skin of your neck. Though it wasn’t on your lips, the press felt electric. “I just needed a taste.”

His words go straight to your cock and you feel another bead of precum drip from the head, just in time for Francis’ fingers as they wrap around the base. 

You cum to Francis’ long fingers around your cock and to the feel of his cock digging into your back. With his chest pressed to your back, the groan he lets out as you come undone under his hands travels through your body. It almost feels as if he’s so close that he’s a part of you and the noise comes from your mouth. It makes you feel crazy. What makes you feel even crazier though is how much you moan for the man as your orgasm courses through your body.    

Francis holds your body up with an arm wrapped around your stomach as you pant against the door and come down from the orgasm that just shot through your body. “Let’s go to bed, sweetheart,” Francis says, his voice full of promise, “it’s been a long day.”

It must be the drugs, you thought as you let him pull you up from the floor. Your soft cock gives a twitch from where it hangs between your legs. You weren’t even sure if it was worth buttoning your pants back up. 

Francis was right, it had been a long day, but you had a feeling that you also had a long night ahead of you. 

[corroded-hellfire]

Hi love!! I would love an Eddie request of him with inexperienced reader but it's not smut it's like the convo leading up to it like May be they start making out and it's getting steamy and she tells him she's a virgin and she's terrified bc what if she's bad at sex and then it's not good for him? What if he sees her naked and thinks she's not pretty?? And it's just Eddie comforting her and reassuring her

Oh, I would most definitely need Eddie to reassure me of these things, too. I hope you like what I've come up with 💕

Words: 1.3k

The old springs in Eddie’s mattress dig into your back, an occasional squeak emanating from them whenever your boyfriend shifts his weight on top of you. His tongue dances with yours, breath colliding and teeth grazing. Eddie encompasses all your senses, surrounding you wholly and leaving no room to think about anything else but him–if your brain can even manage to think at all with strong, calloused hands running over your body. 

His warm fingers trail up the outside of your leg, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The moment Eddie’s hand slips up your shorts on the front of your thigh though, your body goes from pure ecstasy to adrenaline-pumping nerves in an instant.

An involuntary jump of your body against his alerts Eddie that something’s wrong and he immediately pulls away to gaze down at you in concern.

“Are you okay?”

Though it’s clearly not the truth, you nod your head. Slowly, you scoot yourself out from beneath his body and sit up against the cheap mahogany headboard that’s caused a multitude of scratches against the dully painted trailer wall. 

“C-Can we talk for a second though?”

There’s worry in Eddie’s eyes. He’s terrified that he’s done something wrong or has hurt you in some way. Taking care to give you some space, your boyfriend situates himself to sit next to you on his bed, back also resting against the chipped and scuffed headboard.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Eddie says. “What’s going on?”

Tentatively, Eddie offers you his hand, resting it between the two of you. He’s leaving the decision up to you if you want to touch him right now or not. There’s no hesitation though, you eagerly lace your fingers with his. 

You give him a nervous smile, a million thoughts running through your head at once. It’ll be a miracle if you can speak coherently with the rate at which your mind is moving. Deciding to just bite the bullet and get it all out there, you take a deep breath.

“Um, I’m—I’m a virgin, Eddie.”

Whatever reaction you were planning on Eddie to have, he doesn’t give it to you. He seems completely unfazed by your admission. All you get is a nod of his head and a gentle squeeze of your hand. 

“Okay,” he says casually, as if your entire body isn’t running on nervous energy at the moment. “We can go as slow as you want, yeah?”

You know your body should feel relief, but the worry in your head tells you that you’ve only gotten through part of what you need to tell him. Might as well push through to the end.

“I’m…scared,” you admit. Shame floods your body, chilling your veins.

“Of me?” Eddie’s eyes widen and the alarm in them is clear.

“No!” You quickly assure him. “No, no, never of you.”

He heaves a sigh of relief, and you cup his hand in both of yours. Out of all the things that make you anxious about having sex with Eddie, Eddie is not one of them. But that means you have to tell him that you’re the problem. If your anxiety has one mortal nemesis in the world it is vulnerability. 

“I’m scared that I’ll be bad at it,” you admit. “I don’t know what I’m doing. What if you don’t like it? What if I mess up?” What if you don’t like how I look beneath my clothes?

“Whoa, whoa,” Eddie says with a shake of his head. The crease in his forehead shows his displeasure with the pressure you’re putting on yourself. “First of all, I don’t think you can really mess up sex, sweetheart. As long as you’re here and your clothes are off, I’d say we’re good to go.” He chuckles, but when you don’t join in, he sighs. “Are you honestly worried that I won’t like it?”

Unable to look him in the eye, you nod. His forehead furrows further as Eddie frowns. Usually, you’d rub your thumb over those wrinkles to smooth them out and calm him down. But usually, you’re not the cause of them. 

Gentle fingers grip your chin and tilt your face so you can look at him.

“Princess, it’s you. I love doing everything with you, you really think I won’t like having sex with you?”

When he puts it like that, you feel silly. Heat blooms in your face as embarrassment is scooped on top of the nerves. There are legitimate concerns, though. You’re sure of it. There has to be.

“W-What if you don’t like what my body looks like?” You ask it so quietly in the hope that he misses it.

It’s obvious that he doesn’t by the way his eyes nearly pop out of his head. He reminds you of one of those stress dolls that you squeeze and the small plastic eyes bulge out.

“Not like your body?” Eddie sounds almost incredulous. He pauses for a moment, eyes gazing into yours as he thinks of a reply. It feels like the understatement of the century to say he was unprepared for you to be worried about this; about something that he whole-heartedly knew to be untrue. A smile quirks Eddie’s mouth as his mind goes back to a day before you’d started dating. He licks over his lips before continuing. “Sweetheart, remember the pool party Jeff threw for his birthday last summer? You wore that low-cut, blue one-piece that showed off most of your back?”

Do you remember? You had agonized over what you should wear to that party and what Eddie would think when he saw you. 

“Yeah,” you tell him, voice quivering. 

“Babe,” he says with a shake of his head. “I still get off thinking about that. About how you looked. There was a reason I had to stay in the pool past the point of me freezing half to death in the water.”

Shock colors your face, and despite the gravity of the conversation, it makes Eddie smile wider.

“You…really?”

“Yes,” Eddie says with a breathless chuckle. “God, you’re so fucking hot. You’re gorgeous. It bothers me that you don’t see that.”

If there’s one thing you can say about your boyfriend, it’s that he’s very candid about his view on things–just ask anyone who’s had the pleasure of hearing him make a grand speech from atop a lunch table. Which is most of the high school-aged population in Hawkins.

Half of your brain is trying to convince you that now is the time he chooses to lie, that he’s just saying this to make you feel better or to shut you up. Meanwhile, the other half is telling the anxiety to put a sock in it and listen to Eddie.

“What’re you thinking?” Eddie asks quietly. A reminder of how well he knows you.

“Too much,” you say with a soft laugh. 

Eddie lets out a long breath and gently pulls you into his lap. He absentmindedly rests his hands on your thighs and his thumbs rub calming circles on your skin.

“What can I do to make you feel better?” he asks. Needing to show you physically how much he wants to help you, he snakes his arms around your body to hold you snugly against him. Your heart all but melts as he looks up at you with those large, puppy dog eyes.

With a small smile, you lean down and rest your forehead against your boyfriend’s. Sometimes he’s too cute for his own good. 

“You already have,” you say softly.

“What? How?” Eddie’s frowning again, but this time it's in confusion.

“Just by being you,” you tell him with a shrug.

“Well, I am pretty great,” Eddie says with a playful smirk. Your heart feels lighter once the stress lines fade from his beautiful face. 

You chuckle at his ego and sit back up straight.

“There is one more thing you could do for me, though.”

“What’s that, beautiful?”

There’s a hungry gleam in your eyes as you let your gaze trail up and down his lithe body. 

“Take off your shirt.”

[btsugarush]

GANGSTA | myg [teaser]

summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.

pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader

warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni

word count: 931

Your heels clicked against the pavement as you walked the empty streets alone. You were glad to have picked a restaurant that wasn’t too far from your apartment because nothing was scarier than Daegu at night. It didn’t matter if you lived in the suburbs or not. The freaks tend to come out at night.

Bright headlights suddenly beam behind you, flashing on and off as though the driver was trying to catch your attention. “Hey, Y/N!” A familiar voice called out to you.

You stop walking, watching as a black SUV pulls up beside you. Nam-Joon sticks his head out the window, smirking down at you from the truck. You notice in the car with him are three other guys that you recognize from Yoongi’s gang. You suddenly got this uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“What a coincidence finding you out here, doll,” His eyes raked up and down your body. “You shouldn’t be walking alone at this time of night, especially dressed like that. A lot of suspicious characters roam around this time,”

‘Yeah, and you’re one of them.’ You thought.

“Hop in. We’ll take you home.” He offers, but for some reason it felt backhanded. “No thanks,” you decline. “I’m not far from home, I can handle walking.” You turn on your heels, carrying on with your walk. Nam-Joon slowly follows you in the SUV, not taking no for an answer. “Oh c’mon, I’m just tryna do something nice,” He remained persistent. “At least I’m not leaving you high and dry like your boy Jungkook.”

You come to a complete stop upon hearing Jungkook’s name. How did he know you were meeting Kookie tonight? Better yet– how did he know that Jungkook was a no show? You turn to him, your suspicions heightened. “How did you know I was supposed to be meeting Jungkook?” Joon shrugs his shoulders, a sly grin on his face. “Just an estimated guess. I mean, isn’t he the reason you broke it off with the boss?” The question comes off hostile, almost bitter-like.

You swallowed the lump that sat still in the back of your throat, the atmosphere becoming more ominous by the minute. “So, you gettin’ in?” You shook your head. “I-I’m good...” You move forward, picking up your speed away from the SUV. If he and those other men tried anything you were definitely outnumbered by a long shot. You could hear Joon casually whistling in the distance, and as you peer back at the car you see he’s still sitting where you left him.

Relief washes over you as you turn back to see your apartment come into view. You quickly enter the building, practically sprinting down the hall to your unit. You dig through your purse in search of your key, shifting the clutter of makeup around, but had no luck finding the tiny piece of metal.

The sound of whistling swiftly echoes through the hallway, and your heart begins to pound heavily against your chest in a panic. “Come on, come on, come on...” Your voice quivered in fear. “Where the fuck is it?”

Fed up, you flip your purse upside down and shake out all of its contents; a bunch of makeup, your wallet, and pepper spray all drop to the floor. You continue to shake the bag until finally your key falls out with a loud clunk. You snatch it from the floor, shoving it into the keyway so viciously that you thought the end might snap off. You hastily push open the door before slamming it shut, and locking it behind you.

Your head rests against the doorframe as you try to calm yourself down. You were trembling. Who knows what would have happened if Joon got ahold of you, or if you were moronic enough to get inside that car. You’ve seen firsthand what he’s capable of, and that whole encounter was very minacious. There’s a reason he’s Yoongi’s right hand man.

You check out your peephole, making sure he wasn’t standing outside of your unit. It would take nothing for him to simply kick down this door, but at least the ruckus would catch the neighbor's attention. They could possibly call the police, or at least identify him if they witnessed the ordeal.

It didn’t take a genius to know that Yoongi was behind this. He had to have set this whole thing up. You were stupid to believe he would so willingly let you just end your relationship with him, no matter how cool he played it off. You knew what kind of twisted man he was, you’ve seen him coldly take the lives of others without even a blink or afterthought.

You kicked your heels from your feet, before you shuffled to your bedroom. You debated on calling Kookie again to make sure he was okay. You were beginning to get a really bad feeling that something happened to him.

You pull open the sliding door, switching on your bedroom light as it was pitch black. When the room lights up, you freeze in place, as you’re met with a pair of sinister eyes glaring at you. “Did you enjoy your little date?”

“Y-Yoongi…” Your voice hitches in your throat. The raven haired man is sitting on the end of your mattress, his arms rested on his knees. His hair is hanging in his face, almost covering his eyes. The sight made him look even more feral. “H-how did you get into my apartment?” You questioned timidly.

“I’m a fucking criminal, Princess. Did you forget that?”

[tiredmamaissy]

thinking about size kink/belly bulge with neteyam :D

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🔞mdni; adult!nete - continuation of this blurb

this is the only blurb i'll be posting tonight guys, sorry <3 working on the loak fic tonight :) but thought i'd serve some bfast/lunch/dinner

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"oh, fuck. he definitely did." you curse under your breath, watching in awe as neteyam's hung cock springs from his thigh to slap his belly all on it's own.

it rests on his stomach, fat tip oozing a bead of clear, glossy precum right below his cross shaped ribs. he's watching, too - witnessing the bead of precum slowly trickle down into the dip of his belly button. his head snaps up, predatory, irate gaze boring directly into yours. if he didn't have his hands tied behind his back, you would have actually been a bit frightened.

"untie me." he growls deep in his chest, attempting to lunge forward only to be tugged backward by his restraints. "eywa, woman."

you open your legs wider as a response, scooting towards him as your two fingers spread your folds for him - exposing your glistening pussy. now he's the one staring in awe, gaze softening into something of wanton. the look on his face gives it away, the relaxed brows, his slightly parted lips - the way his chest heaves. wrapping your dainty fingers around his throbbing cock, your thumb grazes over his cockhead before you quickly put it in your mouth to have a taste.

"mmm. still don't get how it's so sweet." you hum, tongue swiping across your bottom lip.

neteyam's arousal is undeniable, especially now that you've done that. seeing you taste him so eagerly just made his cock throb even more, his heart thump even harder. his blood rushes not only to his cock but to his face, staining his cheeks a faint shade of pink.

"wouldn't mind if i borrowed him for a bit, right? you pant, slowly brushing your fingers against his firm balls and up his entire length, before grasping his cock once more.

what could he say? no? all he wanted to do was break free, pin you down and sink his cock inside you. but here you are, asking permission to do just that. maybe being tied up isn't as bad as he thought. it didn't matter what he said, though. you were having your way with him regardless, lining up his mushroomy tip with your dripping slit. so, he opts to stay quiet and watch the show unfold.

you smile, feeling like you were in control for once in this relationship. unbeknownst to you, he's loosening the flimsy knot on the rope restraining his wrists behind his back.

"i'll take that... as a yes." you huff, lifting your hips to slowly sink his cock inside your cunt. "oh fuck, fuck, fuck." you moan breathily, as you both watch every inch of him disappear inside you, pelvises meeting one another.

he peers up at your screwed face through furrowed brows, breathing loudly as your cunt stretches out to accommodate his sheer size. he grits his teeth, willing himself to remain silent as you use him like a fucktoy, sliding up and down on his cock. his eyes slam shut, heavy breaths quickly morphing into low groans.

"yeah? that feel good? tell me, nete." you pant, grip tightening around his ankles while you use them as leverage to fuck his cock faster.

his eyes fly open, staring directly into yours, just as he rams his cock so deep inside you that your body has nowhere to go but up. "holy fuck, neteyam!" you cry out, feeling his tip threaten drill its way into your cervix. he holds his position, heels of his feet digging into the ground beneath him.

"you tell me. does that feel good? hm?" he growls, gaze dropping to the bulge in your abdomen. "look at me inside you, so fucking deep." he say breathily, hands slipping through the rope just in time to grab your hips to shove you further down on his cock. a loud, piercing whimper evades your flushed lips, as the bulge in your belly only protrudes more.

"i said, look at me inside you!" he shifts his hips, jamming his tip into your gummy walls.

your head snaps down, breath hitching as you take in the sight of the bulge jutting out of your belly. "oh shit." you let out a soft mewl.

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[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

DAY XVII. — MASTURBATION

cw: Masturbation, Delusional Thoughts / Behaviors, Allusions to Stalking, Yandere, Obsessive Thoughts / Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, General Dark Content Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Gender-Neutral Reader. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Only!

author's note: Oh, how I adore you, virgin Overhaul. Yes, I definitely think he is voluntarily celibate. So imagine what happens when he falls madly in love. Also, yeah, I did the stereotypical didn't develop hives thing—what about it? I love fiction. Anyhow—I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

word count: Approximately 1.6k words.

A sharp gasp tears through his mouth. Kai winces, squinting his eyes so hard until they sting, prickles of salt and saline tickling their rims. His teeth grit, and Kai tries to catch his breath. Both eyes slowly reopen, bleary and foggy, and he stares down. 

His cock is resting loosely in his cupped hand, fingers not even fully curled around his shaft. Kai feels ridiculous the longer he stares down at himself, but he doesn’t feel ridiculous enough to tuck his cock away. He’s throbbing, painfully so, and he can feel the heartbeat of his blood thrumming against his skin. Kai shifts awkwardly, and the toilet seat squeaks in protest. The sound is a bullet, and Kai flinches before he sighs in frustration and carefully leans back until he lays against the tank. The crown of his head digs into the wall. Unbelievable. Kai can’t believe he’s doing this. He’s never done anything like this before. It’s filthy. It’s gross. It’s—

Kai swipes his thumb across his phone, unlocking it. He’s deft, tapping away until he pulls up his photos and locates a very specific album. There’s hundred of photos there. Hundreds. But he knows which one he wants. He knows exactly where it is. He wants this photo right now. 

There.

A photo of you fills the screen, blurry and almost pixelated. It’s not the best quality because of how close it’s zoomed in, but Kai doesn’t care about that. He doesn’t even really need to look at this photo, but it helps the illusion. Kai remembers this day, this hour, this moment. He can still clearly see it in his mind—everything, Kai remembers every little detail. It’s one of his favorite photos of you. That beautiful smile, the way your face scrunches up, the outfit you’re wearing, that cute litte pose, the way it seems like the whole world revolves around you—the center of Kai’s universe. This photo may be lost in the hundreds of you in this album, but Kai can’t stop thinking about it. He always comes back to this one. 

And the longer he stares at the photo, the heavier his cock feels in his palm. Kai shifts again, sitting up a little straighter before he slowly curls his fingers fully around his shaft. Another quick gasp leaves him, but Kai exhales noisily and bites the inside of his cheek to prevent any premature noises from escaping. Even though he’s never done this before, Kai doesn’t want to feel like an amateur. Whenever Kai has you, he’ll have to do more than this, right? He needs to practice now. He needs to make you feel good. He makes sure his grip is firm enough before he caaaaaaaarefully drags his fist down. Intensity shoots from his cock all the way to his brain, an explosion that sends his eyes rolling back into his skull and his head thrashing against the wall. Kai’s eyes blow out of his brain, and he pauses, fist resting at the base of his shaft. 

He can do this. It’s all for you—all for the pretty cashier who accidentally brushed his wrist, the one who touched him so softly; the one who didn’t send blistering hives across his flesh, bubbling. You’d touched him—touched him, and it was something he’d never forget. Even now, months later, the skin underneath your fingertips still burned like a fever. He was on fire, insane, and it was that memory that spurred his hand on. Kai gasps again, and he momentarily pauses whenever his fingers slide his foreskin over his cockhead but quickly continues. Your smile, those teeth, and Kai’s rolling his wrist down again. Each little gyration of his hand is quicksilver in his body, silver and lead poisoning, something spreading like a wildfire. His chest is tight, he feels tight, Kai is lightheaded and it’s only been three pumps. 

He’s been stalking you for so long. Kai sheathes his teeth through the inside wall of his cheek so that he can force himself to keep going. He’s rubbing himself as best as he can, groaning and moaning behind melded teeth. Up and down, but his thighs are shaking. His whole body is shaking. He’s imagining your touch, imagining how it would feel for you to wrap your fingers around his cock and slowly work him off. How much longer does he need to stalk you? Kai’s right hand shoots to his face, and the phone escapes his grasp and falls onto the floor, clattering embarrassingly loud, just to slap his mouth before it covers his eyes, massages into his brow line before it lids his mouth again. His cock is like a war drum, harder and harder, louder and louder, and Kai feels like he’s about to implode, about to plaster out, guts and grits and dregs splattered across the bathroom. He doesn’t want to wait any longer. 

His hips meet each pump of his hand now—it’s like clockwork, he can't control it. He’s panting, mewling for breath, and tears are brimming to life in his eyes. A few loose ones start trickling down the apples of his face, boiling, and Kai is whimpering behind his palm. The smiles of his nails slice the skin around his mouth, but it doesn’t ground him. Kai knows almost everything about you. There’s the strange pressure building up underneath his belly, and it’s almost too much for Kai to take. He can’t breathe now, he’s holding his breath, but he doesn’t even know why he’s doing that. There’s disease in his lungs, but Kai doesn’t care. Smoke, ash, and candle wicks, and it doesn’t stop the twisting, the cottonmouth in his belly coiling itself, pink mouth exposed. You probably don’t even remember that Kai exists. When he glances to the floor to see his phone, a few fat rivulets of tears drip onto its screen, fogging up the already mystical photo. Kai’s  stare is imploring whenever he starts to focus on it again. 

How would you have sex? Would you want to be on top or would you want him to be on top? Would you submit to him? Would he have to use toys on you? What sort of fetishes do you have? What about kinks? What places would be the most sensitive to touch? What places would make you moan the loudest? 

Kai’s cock is wailing now, banging its desolate body against the walls of its cage, and his fist is hammering himself in. That pushing, that tourniquet, soggy and dry, is spinning and spinning, and Kai’s starting to feel so dizzy and weightless. His fist is a mile a minute, aching and tense. 

Would you touch him until time ended? Would you never take your eyes off of him? Would you dedicate yourself to him like he would you? Would you beg him to hide you away from the rest of this disease-ridden world for your own safety? Would you only look at him until you died? 

Airy and whiny moans are tumbling out of his mouth, spilling over the edge and splashing to the floor. Kai feels so close, he doesn’t even know what close is, but he feels something, it’s imminent and impending, it won’t last much longer. 

Would you love him? Kai loves you, loves you, and only you. You have to love him back. He’ll make you. You’ll have to see what you do to him. You’d like his collection of you. You need to love him back. Kai wants to know what it’ll be like to have sex with you. He wants to know what it’ll be like to be inside of you for the rest of your lives. Kai needs it. Needs it. He’ll die without it. 

Kai needs you so bad that he can taste the desire on his tongue, and it only takes one sparing glance at that image of you, and only a tiny tug at his cock, and Kai is yelling. Everything in him fulminates, mushrooming out of control, and tremors seize his body. He’s cumming, Kai is cumming. And he’s whimpering, crying so hard and dipping his head down until his chin almost touches his collar bones. He’s trembling, white plumes squirting out of his cock uselessly, making a disgusting mess on the linoleum, but he can't concentrate on that. He’s staring at that image of you. He’s sitting there naked on a toilet in a bathroom, but you’re out there not with him. You’re not with him. You’re not here. He’s by himself, pleasuring himself, hidden away in a bathroom. 

Throes of passion and pleasure are melting through him, pillowing him in things he’s never felt before, but his reality remains true. 

You’re not his. 

Kai’s cock throbs again, desperate. 

You’re not his. 

Kai feels like his head is turning circles, on a carousel that won’t stop, quicker and faster, and it’s keeping his body suctioned to its agony. His fist never unfurls from his cock, and he starts pumping again. Harder. And his teeth make this terrible sound whenever they slide together, but Kai is staring at his phone and he bends forward so he can quickly snatch it back up, and his thumb begins madly flicking through the hundreds of images of you. He doesn’t even have a destination in mind—just you. 

You’re not his. 

Yet. 

[bitchlessdino]

joshua hard thots

cockwarming him after rounds of fucking because he can't get enough of feeling your pussy wrapped around his cock

Pairing: Bf!joshua x gn!reader

Genre: tender smut, drabble

Word count: 1.0k+

tags: established relationship, yearning, love, cockwarming, assumed unprotected sex

author note: this probably wasn't what you were looking for anon but i was in such a soft sexy mood I wrote this and have no regrets. this felt like therapy and i love writing again.

You thought there were better things to do than be in bed all day, but Joshua thought otherwise. These free days weren’t rare but definitely getting sparse, placing more significance on quality time, even indoors. The thought vanishes thin into the air when your boyfriend develops the mood physically, wasting no time–in his words anyway–and captures your naked body in his, dipping his hips into you to create friction that he knew drove you crazy.

He could never get sick of you moaning his name. It was like the butter to his perfectly toasted slice of bread, a simple symphony of goodness that in no way could be replicated.

The supple skin that you spent minutes of an hour moisturizing wouldn’t go to waste, tasting as sweet on his tongue as good as it smelled. He was in love with every texture and bump, ingraining into every wrinkle of his brain for keepsake. He could never have enough and he’d prove it too.

“Mmh, yeah…taking me like that…that good?”

There isn’t a moment in time his cock inside your core isn’t pure heaven pushing in and out of you. He’s careful not to hurt you, caressing your hips, and cushioning your posterior in his large hands, while he’s rearranging your insides and with only thoughts of what would please you more. The matter that his dick doing a swell job of ebbing every twitch to your hips only boosts up his ego a smidge, he claims, knowing damn well it was quite the understatement.

“Josh…squeeze me harder…fuck me deeper…”

He also likes how you knew the things to say, ordering him around, teaching him, gratifying him with the heightened volumes of your whines, your screams, his name on your tongue, again. It’d go on for hours���days if he could–and it’s never enough, but god did it feel good to try.

At this point, it’s in the middle of the afternoon and the only reason either one of you had gotten up was to go to the restroom or fetch snacks and water. Neither of you were hungry, thirsty, or felt the need for a different kind of release, so you stayed back together in bed. Joshua has made his point of being the man for you by having you climax in his presence countless times in countless methods and for countless hours. It was time for rest, you both concluded. For now.

You’d nuzzle into his bare chest, feeling the sweat radiate off his incredulously toned body, while his arms–bulging and rippled in from arm day for three times a week every week–shifts around your frame, tugging you close to him. His soft smile lets out a satisfied hum, puckered lips meeting your eyebrows. “You look so tired.”

“Whose fault is that?” you tease with your eyes.

His laughter reminds you of cotton candy, sweet and plush if ever materialized. It brought you back to how addicted you were to such a treat as a child. Now its been replaced with its personified self, Joshua Jisoo Hong. He melted in your mouth better than any confectioners sugar.

“I should feel guilty but,” he shrugs his shoulders to make a show of it, “I don’t. As long as you keep moaning my name or look at me with those eyes–”

You bubble up in laughter, “What eyes–”

“I’ll never stop. Love me the way you do and I’ll make every opportunity together a core memory.”

You light-heartedly scoff, your canine digging at your bottom lip when your eyes fixate on him, feeding into every word, every look, every breathing pattern. Your hand comes up to cup his face and you reach his lips, slowly but surely proving to him you’d do the same. While he was best with words, you were best with action, which proved the physicality of the situation more significant.

When you first met, he was brave enough to be honest in confessing he had little plans to be ‘active’ in a romantic relationship, a sign saying turn away now before you fall into an endless pit of a sexless relationship with no soft landing. He was proven otherwise with you, someone beyond pure imagination. You were a breathing fantasy to him. He was willing to give up everything for you.

Now in the present, his tongue dances against yours, your naked body clutching him, and finally his easily replenished cock tickling against your thigh. He pushed his hand up against your lower back into his torso and your warmth hovers on top of the head of the length, your moisture sliding against the sensitivity and you whine until Joshua feels it in his throat. “Put your dick in me…”

“You just admitted to being tired,” he lightly retorts, already twitching and heart bouncing at the thought.

“I’ll just…keep it warm…please, my love…”

You are sounds of bliss no matter what the words are, but in this case, he couldn’t imagine loving you anymore with the need in your rasp and the ache between your legs. 

“Alright,” he relinquishes, hands finding balls of your flesh and guiding you to hug his girth with your fluttering walls that knew no rest. His arms bring you closer–somehow possible–and knead into your skin, feeling the soothing touch on the tips of his digits until he’s plunging the trimmed nails until his DNA is a part of you. 

“Mmh, yes,” you mewl, returning your attention to admire his beautiful face, looking at you and only you.

You may have made the request but he was relieved to enjoy it, having already missed the contracting squeeze of your walls pulsating around his needy cock. He always feared that if he had a taste of the best vessel for his cock he would have, he’d refuse to let it go–now wishing, hoping, praying you’re never pried away from his hands.

You grind down to the base of his cock, his full-length home inside you and you share a groan, giggles following after when you lock eyes. Both of you were stupidly besotted with one another, even cherishing the sweet tenderness of languid movement of both your hips not on the journey for the climax, but rather appreciating each other wordlessly, as you’ve always done.

Arousal never leaves either of you while together, finding euphoria even in the smallest things such as doing laundry together or dishes together. The thought of a moment like this replays in both of your minds. Hardly sentences, hardly words, just how you fit like a puzzle, metaphorically and literally.

[machveil]

I would love to hear about your cod x pokemon thoughts 👀👀👀 do you have pokemon teams for any other characters??

nemjun, marry me💍✨ I have so much to say— also, happy Spooky Month, this actually took so long to write. I thought this was going out, like, Sept 28th lol

[note: I think having a full team is overrated, no need for filler when you can just give them Pokémon that feel right, yeah?]

CoD Headcanon: Pokémon Teams

to set up each part I’ll talk about each character minimally, list their teams, and then any amendments based on lore/skins/personal thoughts. characters include: Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, Captain John Price, Phillip Graves, König, and Sebastian Krueger

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

character analysis - as a Pokémon trainer, Simon already has some good motifs going on in his design. like any good trainer, we’re going off details and vibes. Simon gives me Dark and Ghost type Pokémon vibes, more so given by his skull balaclava and skeleton patterned gloves, not to mention his usually black colored clothes. thematically, I like to think a handful of his Pokémon know Destiny Bond - if Simon’s going down he’s taking you with him

Pokémon team

Dusknoir (caught as a Duskull when he first joins the army) - his ace Pokémon! honestly, Dusknoir is purely chosen off vibes, this man screams owning one. Dusknoir has been with Simon since the beginning of his military life, and subsequently is his first Pokémon. Simon trusts this spirit eating Pokémon with his life. I think it’s move set would be Destiny Bond/Mean Look/Payback/Shadow Ball with the ability Pressure

Polteageist (Phony) - it’s not just because he’s British… it’s also a Ghost type. it’s mostly to be funny, but I have a headcanon reason! I think Simon is a big tea drinker, loves a good cuppa, but he specifically likes black tea. from Pokémon Shield, “Leaving leftover black tea unattended is asking for this Pokémon to come along and pour itself into it, turning the tea into a new Polteageist.” - Simon leaving his tea unattended to get something only to come back to a Pokémon? he caught it while grumbling. I think it’s move set would be Strength Sap/Withdraw/Shell Smash/Shadow Ball with the Weak Armor ability

Gengar - the classic Pokémon fan in me wants Simon to own a Gengar, so he will. thematically, it’s not too bad. Gengar is the Shadow Pokémon, Simon gives off ‘moving around in shadows’ vibes. Simon “dad jokes” Riley is a dry comedy king - stay with me, Gengar usually lurk in shadows laughing… please imagine Simon cracking terrible jokes that his Gengar finds funny. the move set would be Destiny Bond/Night Shade/Spite/Dark Pulse and the ability Cursed Body

Houndstone - I was debating on this being in his team or an amendment Pokémon, but I think the skeletal vibes are too good to not be a main party member. fits Ghost’s vibe, that’s about it haha. from Pokémon Scarlet, “Houndstone spends most of its time sleeping in graveyards. Among all the dog Pokémon, this one is the most loyal to its master.”, and now we all ‘aww’, a loyal dog? give that to Simon right now! has the ability Fluffy and knows Rest/Dig/Destiny Bond(Egg Move)/Phantom Force

team amendments

Alone/Cerberus!Ghost would definitely have a Hydreigon, are you kidding me? looking past the obvious three heads, Hydreigon is the Brutal Pokémon! from Pókemon Shield, “The three heads take turns sinking their teeth into the opponent. Their attacks won’t slow down until their target goes down.” - does that sound familiar? I think it’s move set would be Scary Face/Work Up/Outrage/Body Slam, ability Levitate

Ghost Punk skin - Ghost would definitely own a Toxtricity (Low Key). we’re talking punk Simon Riley here, maybe Rockstar!Simon? the organ on it’s chest sounds like the strumming of a bass guitar, now just imagine Simon singing punk rock/metal. move set would be Scary Face/Overdrive/Boomburst/Shift Gear with the ability Punk Rock

John “Soap” MacTavish:

character analysis - we’re going purely off John’s personality and vibes with his Pokémon! John strikes me as a loyal, energetic man - his team should reflect that. Electric Pokémon would be up his alley, but Pokémon that are generally described as energetic would work too

Pokémon team

Boltund - off the bat, the first Pokémon that came to mind when I thought about Johnny. in my humble opinion, the perfect ace for Johnny! I headcanon Soap going on morning runs and - from the Sword Pokédex - Boltund can run for three full days nonstop, aka it can keep up with John during his morning runs. move set wise, I’m thinking Electric Terrain/Charge/Wild Charge/Crunch with the ability Competitive

Luxray - while it sleeps for long periods of time, his Luxray would be helpful on deployments. from Pokémon Sword, “Luxray can see through solid objects. It will instantly spot prey trying to hide behind walls, even if the walls are thick.”, and, while it mostly sees field time, I think a Luxray would balance Johnny out. while his other Pokémon are amped up, he can take a break with his more relaxed companion. I could see the move set being Thunder Wave/Scary Face/Roar/Volt Switch - I’d imagine his Luxray being a pivot/set up Pokémon, used for status conditions. Luxray’s ability would be Intimidate

Jolteon - are we sensing a pattern with dog-esk Pokémon? anyways, Jolteon is purely me wanting Johnny to have one - that’s it haha, I look at that man and go ‘hmmm, Jolteon’. move set would be Agility/Thunder Fang/Thunder/Last Resort with the ability Quick Feet

team amendments

I don’t particularly have any team amendments for Johnny

John Price:

analysis - this man gives me the vibe that he hunts game as a hobby. rather than focusing on his career, I’m focusing on that headcanon aspect. I think Price would have a lot of Normal type Pokémon, he just seems like an average Joe sort of guy off duty. Price strikes me as the type to always have a plan B, so a handful of his Pokémon know Last Resort

Pokémon team

Stoutland - Price owning a Stoutland just feels right, you know? definitely his ace, and as a partner for hunting game, if Price were to hunt in the winter… from Pokémon Y, “Being wrapped in its long fur is so comfortable that a person would be fine even overnight on a wintry mountain.”, it’s also a rescue Pokémon, so if someone needed help then Price could send Stoutland out. also, Stoutland just looks like it was made for Price, anyways, move set! Work Up/Retaliate/Reversal/Last Resort and the ability Intimidate

Unfezant (female) - back on the hunting theme, I think Price found a wounded Tranquill while he was out. after it healed up, it wouldn’t leave Price alone/return to the wild so he caught it. I think a female one would be better because, compared to the male, they can fly better. Price lets his Unfezant scout the area from above for any dangerous wild Pokémon (Ursaring, Trevenant, Bewear, etc). move set would be Tailwind/Roost/Steel Wing(TM)/Sky Attack and the ability Big Pecks

Dubwool (Shiny) - I like the shiny better, sue me. anyways, this is another one that just feels right. I look at Dubwool and go ‘hmmm, give it to Price’, if anything, maybe Retired!Price lives on a ranch with his fluffy friend. move set, I’m thinking Cotton Guard/Defense Curl/Double Kick/Last Resort, ability Steadfast

Skwovet - I think Price needs a critter, just a little guy. a low level, tiny pal - maybe Price just got attached to this fella that wouldn’t leave him alone, cue them bonding and Price feeding Skwovet some berries. move set would be Tail Whip/Bite/Stockpile/Swallow with the Cheek Pouch ability

amendments

I don’t really have any amendments for Price’s team, I just want the man to have some Normal type buddies to relax with

Phillip Graves:

analysis - Graves actually started this thought process for me because I thought it would be funny if he owned a Braviary lol, so here we are. for Graves I’m going off vibes and the rule of cool - I’m picking based on Pokémon I think he’d have in my opinion. also, I think Graves, out of everyone, would teach his Pokémon TMs the most

…don’t think too much about the move sets and abilities I gave his Pokémon

Pokémon team

Braviary - American king, give this man the fucking eagle Pokémon lmao. that’s it, that was my thought process, it’s his ace. move set would be Hone Claws/Aerial Ace/Rest(TM)/Shadow Ball(TM), yes, I’m giving it Shadow Ball purely for the Shadow Company, his entire team is a joke to me I’m sorry. anyways, ability is Defiant

Rotom - I feel like the tech aspect of Rotom being able to take over devices/appliances would be helpful to Graves? maybe not, but I also like the vibe Rotom gives off and my gut says to give it to Graves. move set would be Trick/Substitute/Eerie Impulse(TM)/Poltergeist(TM) with the Levitate ability

Drakloak - my brain says to give this man Drakloak (that will eventually evolve into Dragapult). I feel like, out of a handful of CoD characters, Graves would own a pseudo legendary. move set would be Lock On/Dragon Dance/Dragon Rush/Phantom Force and the ability Infiltrator

Mightyena - look! an actual headcannon! I feel like, if this were in the Pokémon universe, the Shadow Company would make for a good ‘evil team’. with that in mind, maybe it’s just Team Magma bouncing around inside my head, but I feel like Mightyena would be a good pick for Price. not just with the color scheme and general vibe from Mightyena, but when I think of evil teams in Pokémon Maxie’s Mightyena always comes to mind first. I’m thinking Moxie for the ability and Yawn/Roar/Double-Edge(TM)/Shadow Ball(TM) for the move set

team amendments

purely because it’s the Shadow Pokémon… maybe a Gengar? it’s only because of the Shadow Company connection, but I think it’d be funny. move set would be Spite/Shadow Ball/Shadow Punch/Imprison(TM) with the Cursed Body ability

König:

analysis - are we ready for some König bias? I am! sweet boy, I think he’d be a Ghost and Grass type trainer. I headcanon him being super into nature - hikes, camping, ect. also, he has a ghillie suit skin so… Grass type methinks. the Ghost type is also a little forest-y, haunted woods where he finds himself at home among the Grass and Ghost type critters. maybe he can empathize with the Ghost types because people deem them scary and not approachable? hmmm?

Pokémon team

Shuppet - Shuppet physically reminds me of König’s sniper hood. it’s why I originally was like ‘yup, give it to him’. from Pokémon Violet, “It feeds on the dark emotions of sadness and hatred, which make it grow steadily stronger.”, Pokémon Scarlet expands on that by saying ‘envy and malice’, I think König holds a lot of negative emotions from how he was treated in his childhood by his peers - fellow students making fun of him and generally tormenting him. I think Shuppet tries to cheer him up even though it’s primarily feeding off those emotions, it’s still his companion Pokémon, and one that recognizes the hurt he’s gone through. move set would be Curse/Spite/Shadow Sneak/Shadow Ball with the Cursed Body ability

Mimikyu - speaking of unapproachable, Mimikyu! König feels for the poor thing, trying to be liked by fitting in as a beloved Pokémon. they just get each other, maybe he found the little thing stalking the halls of KorTac (how’d it get in? who knows). while not his ace, König is very attached to his Mimikyu. move set would be Charm/Hone Claws/Shadow Claw/Play Rough with the ability Disguise

Eevee (will evolve into a Sylveon) - give this man comically small animals, please. he loves this Eevee, it will evolve into a Sylveon and he will pamper it even more if that’s possible. I just think that, if anyone gets a mascot Pokémon - let alone Eevee, it should be König. is it generically cute and fluffy? yes, and he eats that up. it’s move set would be Baby-Doll Eyes/Copycat/Bite/Yawn(Egg Move) with the Adaptability ability

Sawsbuck (caught as a Deerling) - please give the big man a deer!! he loves them - they’re dainty, extremely agile, the opposite of his towering build. a go-to hiking buddy for König, not that he doesn’t hike with other party members, but Sawsbuck really likes walking with him. move set would be Sunny Day(TM)/Horn Leech/Solar Beam/Zen Headbutt and the ability Chlorophyll

Trevenant - gut feeling, I just want König to have the big tree. he’s a big man, he can totally rock owning a big tree. anyways, another ‘König likes the forest’ Pokémon, and it’s a Grass and Ghost type, perfect. it would have the Natural Cure ability and know Forest’s Curse/Sunny Day/Burning Jealousy(TM)/Phantom Force

Decidueye - saved his ace for last. Decidueye is basically a sniper, you feel me? it has the bow and arrow situation going on, it’s Hidden Ability is Long Reach - sniper shit, it doesn’t make physical contact with any move. Grass/Ghost type? A+, perfect, astounding. you need to read both it’s Sun and Moon Pokédex entries because they read as ‘it’s a sniper’ and ‘it’s König’. from Sun, “It fires arrow quills from its wings with such precision, they can pierce a pebble at distances over a hundred yards.”, and from Moon, “Although basically cool and cautious, when it’s caught by surprise, it’s seized by panic.”, I rest my case. plus, plus, it’s literally a hooded Pokémon, it pulls on the ‘drawstrings’ of its hood to focus. literally made for König, I’m telling you it’s perfect. it’s move set would be Synthesis/Shadow Sneak/Spirit Shackle/Leaf Blade with the ability Long Reach

team amendments

during his time as an Insertion Specialist, I could see König having a Bewear. I feel like having it be a permanent member of his team wouldn’t fit - not because it doesn’t match him, it does. I just think Bewear would be… I don’t know, specifically for field work? it’s move set would definitely cater to busting tough stuff down, so, Strength/Thrash/Superpower/Double-Edge with the Fluffy ability

I think that, as a child, there was a stray Glameow in König’s neighborhood. not that he caught it, but I think he definitely hung out with it a lot CatDad!König bias. at some point, during his teens, it stopped coming around though. he still thinks about it, I think that it was decently low leveled so it’s move pool would be Scratch/Growl with the Own Tempo ability

Sebastian Krueger:

analysis - I feel like he’d be a Dragon and Grass type user, just me? I just look at his base design and see a Dragon and Grass trainer - you can fight me over it, I’d also except Bug or Poison type Krueger

Pokémon team

Tangrowth - I’m right end of discussion. give this man the big wad of sentient vines, it feels right in my soul. Krueger already uses that camouflage veil and dresses is greens, might as well give him some mobile cover too. Stun Spore/Poison Powder/Grassy Terrain/Power Whip with the Regenerator

Gloom - let me preface by saying all his team members are gut feelings and going with vibes because Gloom? Gloom just feels like a Krueger Pokémon. it’s a stunner/poisoner, I feel like Krueger can match Glooms energy, fucking people up— and other Pokémon, but like… fucking people up mostly. it would have Sunny Day(TM)/Sleep Powder/Petal Dance/Moonlight with the Chlorophyll ability

Carnivine - do I just want Krueger to have some James and Jesse type shenanigans with a Carnivine? …yeah. yeah, I do. but it also matches his vibe in my heart, a freaky little plant for a freaky little man. move set would be Leech Seed(Egg Move)/Leaf Tornado/Power Whip/Crunch with the Levitate ability

Haxorus - okay. tell me I’m wrong. do it, you can’t - Haxorus was made by Nintendo for Krueger. an armored dragon with axes made for… axing things down? perfect for Krueger, destruction buddies. has the ability Rivalry and knows Iron Tail(Egg Move)/Dragon Dance/Guillotine/Outrage

team amendments

Druddigon is another dragon that screams Krueger. it’s all rough n’ tough, a little cave dweller for the man? methinks it’s be an okay match. has the move set Glare(Egg Move)/Iron Head/Dragon Claw/Outrage with the ability Rough Skin

does Goodra necessarily have Krueger written all over it? no, but I want the man to have a gooey guy. Krueger is so freaky and aggressive and Goodra is so friend shaped, this is a classic duo if I’ve ever seen one. has the ability Hydration and knows Life Dew(Egg Move)/Rain Dance/Muddy Water/Power Whip

follow up thoughts:

I’m not sure if this would take place in the Pokémon world or if it’s just Call of Duty… but Pokémon exist. I’m not going to think too hard about that because it feels like opening a can of worms lol

these were just fun, I’ve been thinking about CoD x Pokémon for a couple weeks and it was nice putting this out here

I have my own Pokémon OC (Beatrice) and it was wild thinking of how she’d interact with them if this were in the Pokémon world

[rr311]

╭﹐ఌ﹕ Stuck Together ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖬𝖨𝖦𝖴𝖤𝖫 𝖮.

cw/tw. riding, praising, AGGRESSIVE MIGUEL 😋😻, choking, top!miguel, bottom!reader, black!reader

an. It’s been awhile since the last post but over the weeks i’ve made over 4 drafts! So you guys are definitely getting spoiled this summer. For this story i decided to be a little tease 🤭 but to make it up for it i made a drawing of Miguel in my art style ♡´･ᴗ･`♡.

summary. - you’re stuck in a closet with Miguel.

“Stop moving.” He growled as he felt you shift for the 5th time during the hour, you groaned mumbling a sorry still trying to get comfortable on top of his lap. It was so cramped in here you couldn’t get comfortable. You kept moving on top of him trying to at least get comfortable but when you felt the claws of his suit grip into your hips you tensed up feeling your breath hitch at the feeling of the sharpness. Again he snarled, “I said stop moving.” You scoffed starting to feel irritated, you lifted up your hand to rip off your mask glaring at him, “Well sorry that i’m trying to get comfortable, Miguel!” You whispered yelled feeling his grip tighten, “We wouldn’t even be here if you didn’t get us stuck in here.” He answered back, you rolled your eyes crossing them over your chest as leaned against the wall behind you, “At least we’re safe, you should be thankful.” You squinted looking away from him. Miguel rolled his eyes un masking himself looking anywhere but where you were.

It was quiet for a good awhile as you guys were cramped together, you’re playing with parts of your suit as his hands twitched around your waist. And in all honesty you were starting to feel hot, you’ve never been this close with him ever. I mean yeah you guys been on plenty of missions around the spider verse but never have you guys been this close with each other. You’re actually enjoying being close to him but of course you gotta keep up that act to not make yourself obvious. You huffed as you were digging deep into thought as Miguel wasn’t any better, he started to feel his body warm up feeling your ass directly on his crotch. He thanked the heavens that you stopped moving because if you kept up any longer it his little friend would’ve been joining you two as well, he fought the urge to slide his hands towards your thighs to rest them there but he didn’t wanna make a move…but damn your thighs in your suit made them look more pretty they were sitting pretty on top of him but he had to resist.

Fuck. You’re his co worker! His crime partner at that, he didn’t wanna ruin that chance of ruining that work relationship with you both because he’s letting his hormones get the best of him. He breathed heavy as the silence was still lingering, he was in his thoughts and you were in your thoughts. You hummed lowly dazed deep into your mind not realizing you were starting to squirm, fuck your were letting your hormones get the best of you but could you blame yourself? You were in a closet with a hot big dude sitting on his lap, and to make things worse your little crush on him was riling back up. You cussed mentally being disappointed in yourself for thinking about these thoughts, you were so far deep you accidentally grinded against his core with yours letting a small moan slip. Your eyes widened at the slip up looking anywhere but him…but when you felt his hands trail down your thighs gripping them you shot to look at him.

You almost came at the sight.

He was glaring into your eyes as you stared at him with a “supposedly” calm face. He didn’t say anything but leaned forward towards your ear pushing you more against his chest, “You’re making this real difficult for me, Cariño.” He said deeply, you couldn’t help but squirm humming in response, “Then do something about this.” You said almost in a begging voice gripping onto his shoulder, he grumbled leaning his head towards your jaw pecking it all the way towards your covered neck, he hummed trailing his hand to your back pulling off your suit exposing your chest. You shivered from the sudden air hitting your back but gasped feeling his lips onto your bare neck starting to suck and bite against it. You hummed lifting up your hips starting to move against him trying to pleasure your aching pussy, you moaned quietly feeling his fangs brush up against your neck as he trailed his hands to your flopped suit trying to tug them all the way off.

He growled in frustration, making you grin at how he was struggling to pull your suit down. You lifted your hips all the way up so he could pull them down towards you calf’s exposing your plumped ass. You jolted forward feeling him squeeze your ass harshly, you almost let a moan slip out but was quickly silenced by him placing his lips on top of your own drowning your sounds with his groans. You closed your eyes leaning more into his lips gripping his shoulders for support, you groaned feeling him slide your panties to the side before removing his hologram suit using his free hand to line himself up with your hole. He grunted feeling how tight you were as you gripped harder digging your nails into his shoulder. “F-Fuck.” You whined in between his lips pulling back to lean your head against his shoulder adjusting to his size, “You’re so big..” You panted biting hard onto his shoulder holding back tears from the mix of pain and pleasure, Miguel grinned holding your hips in place letting you get used to it,

He caressed his thumb on your waist pecking the side of your head, “You okay Cariño?” He asked in your ear, nodding your head. “Uh huh..” When you felt as if you were adjusted right you started to slowly move your hip grinding against him to get used to it more, he sucked in a deep breath leaning his head back against the wall letting his eyes close furrowing his eye brows, “Fuck..you’re doing so good.” He praised gripping your waist tighter, you smiled at the praise feeling you clench around him starting to lift your hips up and down riding him.

There was nothing but wet, heavy breaths and skin slapping filling the closet room. You tried to keep yourself quiet as Miguel was digged into the crook of your neck muffling his grunts and groans. You kept riding him feeling his dick push in and out of you hearing small bits of broken Spanish being mumbled, you kept moving on top of him but after a few seconds your eyes widened feeling his nails dig into you thrusting up aggressively, “O-Oh!-“ You gasped eyes rolling back as your g-spot got abused over and over again. “Wait! Miguel-“ You called but got caught off by his hand covering your mouth glaring at you with red eyes, “Shh..we don’t wanna get caught now do we?“ Your eyes fluttered feeling his other hand rub your clit mumbling a weak shakily “No,” He grinned pulling your body closer to his before whispering

“Then be a good girl for me and be quiet.”

Tag: @malxoxo

[iamthecomet]

Hmmm, thoughts on Dew cockwarming Rain while he's in chastity?

YUP. I definitely have THOUGHTS.

Dew's trying to be good. Trying not to dig his nails to hard into his own thighs. Trying not to whine. Trying to breathe normally, stay steady. He's trying. But it hurts. He aches everywhere. His knees. His jaw. His cock. His head is resting against Rain's thigh. The dark denim rugh beneath Dew's cheek. Rain's hand scratches idly between Dew's horns. As Dew tries to keep his jaw lax, his tongue still.

There's drool dripping down his chin, his throat, pooling in the hollow of his clavicle. They've been like this long enough that Rain's only half hard against Dew's tongue.

Rain rubs his thumb over the base of Dew's horn. Dew holes back a whine as his cock twitches feebly against the bars of its cage. Trying valiantly to harden. There isn't any blood left in Dew's brain but he doesn't know where it is. He just knows he can't think. He's gone fuzzy. His brain is quiet. Filled only with insistent needs he can't fulfill. He wants so badly to move. To touch himself. To make Rain cum. To be allowed to cum himself. But Rain couldn't be paying less attention to him. The hand stroking through his hair feels automatic, not intentional. Rain's eyes are glued to the common room television. There's some documentary on deep ocean life on. Dew tried to listen in the beginning--Rain told him to. But he's since tuned it out, background noise to his own stuttering breath. Rain shifting drags him back to the surface, lidded eyes darting up to look at Rain as the hand in his hair stills, and Rain shifts forward, head tipping down to look at Dew. "How did you like the movie, Dew?" Dew realizes, a little too late that the documentary is over. There's silence behind him. He looks up at Rain, his mouth is full, and he doesn't dare back off without instruction. So he just nods. "Tell me something you learned," Rain prompts. Dew whines, and Rain tightens his grip on Dew's hair and pulls him off of his cock. "You weren't paying attention. That means we have to watch it again." Dew jolts, eyes refocus on Rain's face. Something like panic slices through the haze he's in. Rain must see it all over his face because he laughs softly. Slipping off of the couch to kneel between Dew's spread knees. Reaching down to cup Dew's caged cock in his palm. "You can be good for just a little longer, can't you? You can take it." "Rainy, I don't know, please," Dew babbles, voice tipping higher, cheeks flushing. "But it looks so pretty like this. Tiny," Rain drags a nail down the length of the cage, the blunt edge catching on Dew's cock, making him twitch, and whine. Hips canting toward stimulation even though it doesn't get him anywhere. "I'm not done admiring it yet." It. Not Dew. The objectification makes Dew wince. His flush deepens, spreads down his throat to his chest. Rain presses through the bars of the cage to ghost his fingers over the soft sticky head of Dew's cock. "Does it hurt?" Rain asks. Dew nods. "Y-yeah. Please, Rainy. Please you gotta--" "I gotta?" Rain raises an eyebrow, and Dew realizes his mistake a second too late. He shakes his head. "No. No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean---I just--hurts--Rainy. I want--" "It's not about what you want." Rain takes his hand away, and pushes himself back up onto the couch. He drags Dew's head back into his crotch. He's fully hard now, shiny at the head with spit and precum. Rain drags the sticky tip over Dew's cheek before he presses it against his lips. Dew swallows, then opens his mouth again. Jaw sore. Eyes watering. Rain pulls Dew down onto his cock, the head of it bumping against the back of his throat. He sinks back into it with ease, tasting the heady musk of Rain's pre. The weight of his cock on his tongue. Despite the pain, despite the desperate ache in his groin, he could do this all night. He wants to. With his free hand, Rain reaches for the remote. Dew hears the documentary start over. He sags against Rain's leg again. "Stay still and listen," Rain orders. "If you're good this time I'll let you suck me off." Dew wants to ask about the cage, about his aching balls. But he doesn't have to, Rain reads the desperation in the furrowed line of his brow with ease. "Oh Firefly, don't worry. The cage isn't coming off until morning." Dew swallows hard around Rain's pulsing cock, and sobs.

[vellaphoria]

hello! 2, 5, or 6 for the ask meme? : D

Thanks for the ask, anon! (questions are from this ask meme) 2. Will you participate in any fandom exchanges or fic challenges, etc?  I really really really want to, but I always seem to either miss the signups for them or forget that they're happening... 6. Which yet-to-be-started fic is first on your list?

It's 100% a DickTim witcher au >:3c further details in another answer (here)

5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

Definitely the Tim comes back wrong fic, now with vampirism XD

The fic is currently 21k long, so this counts as an excerpt, right? right

Forty-two minutes after Tim’s alarm went off, Dick watches him shuffle past the kitchen’s bar counter. It’s five minutes longer than it took him yesterday morning and nine minutes longer than the one before that.

There’s a dull, flat-sounding whump that is almost certainly Tim collapsing onto nearby couch.

Dick gives himself the space of two inhales before he puts aside the peppers he’d been chopping, wiping his hands on a nearby towel.

The area just outside of the kitchen is a moderately large, well-appointed living room. Couches form three sides of a square, with the fourth side being closed off by an unnecessarily large flatscreen.

As he approaches the nearest couch, he sees several of the throw pillows scattered across the floor. Peering over the back of it, he sees Tim lying prone with his face buried in a pillow. There’s a faint groaning sound coming from him.

“How did you sleep?” Dick asks, trying not to sound as hesitant as he feels.

Another groan.

“That well, huh?”

Tim shifts, flopping over onto his back with all the grace of a fish left on the shore. His eyes are still closed, and that makes it harder to ignore how the skin beneath them seems almost translucent, highlighting the veins in his lower eyelids.

“I’m not sure I did,” Tim mutters. “Not for lack of trying…”

His eyes blink open. Today they’re a deep, nearly-luminescent green. The color’s full in a way that the rest of Tim isn’t. Each day, his skin seems a little more pale and his cheeks seem a little more gaunt.

The urge to reach down and stroke the too-defined line of his cheekbone makes itself known in the back of Dick’s mind. But he quashes the thought before it can gain any traction.

“Do you want tea?” he asks. “Coffee? Something else?”

“Breakfast?” Tim asks, sounding hopeful.

“Sure. It’ll be a few minutes though.”

Right on cue, Tim’s stomach rumbles. He rests his hand on it delicately, his expression screwing up a bit.

“Did I hear a delivery person come by earlier?” he asks before Dick can voice the concern that he’s certain is bleeding through his expression.

“Uh, yeah. I sweet-talked Tam into having some more groceries put on the company’s discretionary spending budget.”

How, exactly, Tim heard that from upstairs is anyone’s guess. When Dick had checked in on him before coming down to the kitchen, he’d been sleeping so deeply that he seemed dead to the world.

“Anything good?” Tim asks him, looking hopeful.

“Depends on what you think is good. My current plan is making a mountain of bacon and maybe some toast.”

Tim’s hand finds the back of the couch, curling around it as his fingers dig in hard enough to look nearly bloodless. He uses that grip, plus a hand on the cushions beneath him, to push himself up until he’s sitting.

When he wobbles a little at the top of his arc, Dick puts a hand on his shoulder to steady him.

Tim narrows his eyes a bit, shaking off the assistance. Stubbornly, he starts to stand. A tremor runs through the muscles of his legs and back. He circles around the couch, walking to the kitchen. He even manages to make it most of the way there before his legs start to give out on him.

Dick rushes to catch him, getting an arm around his back and looping one of Tim’s over his shoulder. The maneuver thankfully keeps Tim from crumpling onto the floor. Its also ends with Tim pressed up against him, his hands flat on Dick’s chest.

His body trembles where it’s pressed against Dick. When he shifts, his breath is warm against Dick’s neck.

Dick’s skin tingles with the feeling of it. Even more so when he feels what might be Tim’s lips brush against him - before Tim is pulling back out of his arms, doing his best to stand on his own.

[hyperfixated-gvf]

Sweet and Spicy

On the fourth day of Tropemas, hyperfixated-gvf gave to me:

A sweet (buh-dum, chsshh) little fluffy fic about baking with fiance!Danny!

Christmas Song Pairing: “Christmas Cookies" by George Strait

Trope: Baking Cookies

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Pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

Warnings: None!

Words: 951

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“Tell me again why we’re making three different kinds of cookies?” Danny said, hands somehow goopy with batter.

You stared at your fiance, brows furrowed as you tried to figure out how he’d gotten into his little situation in the five minutes you’d been turned around adjusting the chocolate chip cookies in the oven and transferring the finished batch to rest with the sugar ones on a cooling rack. “Did you…try to mix it with your hands? Daniel Wagner, please don’t tell me tried to mix my homemade gingerbread with your hands.”

Danny pursed his lips and shifted his eyes away from yours. “...I definitely did not try to mix it with my hands,” he said, lie evident in his voice. 

“Oh honey,” you sighed, shaking your head at the mess. “You’ve been spending too much time with the ‘no impulse control’ Kiszkas.”

“It’s my job,” Danny sighed dramatically. “We balance each other out.”

You scoffed, checking the timer and then making your way around the island counter to where Danny was. He was blissfully unguarded; big mistake. “Not anymore, it seems,” you hummed, innocently wrapping your arms around Danny’s midsection, wonderfully muscled with just the right amount of padding. 

Talk about perfection.

“Hi, love,” he hummed, continuing his attempt at kneading the gingerbread batter into a less-lumpy mess. “Sorry about your batter.”

You didn’t acknowledge his apology – the cookies could be saved, you thought, and you had other things on your mind. “Danny, do you love me?”

His attention strayed from the cookies, and you could practically hear the one arched brow when he said, “Yeaahhh…why do you ask?”

Aha. He was catching on.

“I just wanted to make sure the wedding would still be on. You know, in case I decided to… take advantage of your helpless state,” you cackled quickly, digging your fingertips up and down his sides, where he was the most ticklish. 

“Ah! Ah, shit, no– stop it!” he yelped, fighting against your weight as you pushed him into the edge of the counter to keep him there and trying to squirm away from you. But he was still bigger than you, and still stronger, so after a couple of seconds frantically trying to find a towel to wipe his batter-hands on, said, “I love you, Y/N, but you brought this on yourself!

You were a little too focused on your attack to register his words in time, so there was no saving yourself when Danny snapped around and put his sloppy molasses hands on your cheeks, pushing you away gently just as you reeled back yourself. Your mouth hung open and you let out a deep gasp, slowly bringing one finger to swipe through the goo. “Daniel Robert Wagner,” you said slowly, deliberately. “You are dead meat when I get this off my face.”

“You started it!” Danny exclaimed, rushing to the sink first to clean his hands in competition with you.

You stomped up right after him, quickly cupping water in your hands and wiping what you could off. “Yeah, and I’m gonna finish it, too. Oh god,” you bemoaned, feeling the oil stick to your face, “I’m gonna have a face full of acne for our Christmas card pictures. Danny!”

You heard him lope up the stairs. Coward. Probably going to hide somewhere to escape your wrath. But before you finished wiping your face dry, his footsteps came again, back to the first floor. He came around the corner holding your face wash, a slightly guilty look on his face. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t even think about that.”

It wasn’t as if you were actually angry; there were always consequences for tickling. And if Danny didn’t have the impulse control not to mix the batter with his hands, then you were quite foolish to believe that he wouldn’t use them as weapons, as well. He hadn’t been in a helpless state – he’d been in a protected one, and that was on you for not seeing.

So, you sighed and took the wash, catching his wrist as you did, and pressed a small kiss to his hand to show him that you weren’t angry. “It’s okay. The wedding is still on, I guess.”

“Whew!” Danny said with a big smile, swiping his hand across his forehead “What a relief. I can’t believe I almost wasted the one good thing I have in my life.” His dramatics were punctuated by the return of the back of his hand slapping to his forehead once again, this time paired with a woeful expression on his face.

“Yeah…definitely too much time around the Kiszkas,” you teased, poking him in the stomach before turning around to wash your face again. 

Danny wrapped his arms around you, kissing the back of your neck before you bent down to the stream of water. You loved that he was so attentive, and he always made you feel warm and gooey inside, just like a big cookie yourself.

“At least I learned not to mix cookie dough with my hands,” he mused out loud. You hoped he didn’t expect an answer, because the wash was just beginning to foam on your face when he spoke and the timer for the next batch of cookies went off – a small, insistent beeping ringing through the kitchen. “We can always buy the little gingerbread house kits. Or the molasses cookies my parents used to buy! Those were fantastic.” 

And ringing. And ringing.

“Dghsndcookwnr,” you said through a faceful of soap. 

Danny put his hand on your lower back. “Huh?”

With just enough water to wipe your mouth, you kicked him lightly with a small laugh. Attentive to you, perhaps. “Danny, the cookies!”

“Oh!”

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[911-on-abc]

Hi, first of all, thanks for writing the NFL AU!

For scenes: Maybe how Buck and Eddie or Buck and Chris met? Or what happened after Eddie found out. Some Buck whump and Eddie taking care of him is also always great :)

No pressure, though. Thanks again!

hi!!! thank you so much for the prompt!! ☺️ I decided to write what happened directly after Buck gets injured on the field and Eddie finds out that he's the QB. However, Buck first time meeting Eddie (and Chris!) is definitely coming next!!

Enjoy :)

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Hen clears Buck and they lead him off the field towards the team’s medical facilities to do a closer examination. Buck's legs aren’t injured and he shows no sign of a concussion, so there’s truly no reason for Eddie to wrap his arm around his waist and guide him through the tunnels, but he can’t make himself let go. He can’t make himself look at Buck either. 

Eddie’s thoughts are all over the place, racing and impossible to pin down. He feels… Well, he doesn’t know what he feels. 

Part of him is worried, but also relieved that Buck isn’t more injured. Another part of him feels confused and hurt and almost like he was the one that got slammed into by a 300 pound lineman, not Buck. 

A smaller part of him feels angry. Angry that Buck didn’t trust him. Angry that he let Buck into his life, all the while Buck was hiding a huge part of his. He doesn’t give a shit about football, Buck knew that. It wasn’t like he was going to treat him any differently or going running to the tabloids. 

What would he even tell them? That Buck cries while watching Pixar movies and knows way too much about tree frogs? That he makes amazing pancakes, but is terrible at cooking scrambled eggs? That Buck is one of the few people in Christopher’s life that treats him like any other kid. That he is Eddie’s best friend?

“Are you able to take off your jersey?” Eddie asks after seating Buck on the exam table. 

“Eddie…” Buck says softly, but Eddie continues on with his examination. 

“Can you lift up your arms?” 

“Wait. Can we–” Eddie turns to face Chimney, effectively cutting Buck off. 

“I need shears to cut his clothes off.” Chimney hesitates, looking between Eddie and Buck, but he digs through his medical bag anyway. Once they are in his hands, Eddie starts cutting through the layers of fabric. The bruise from the impact of the hit has only just started to form, but it looks nasty already.

Next, he starts to unclip Buck’s shoulder pads and protective gear. Buck is a big guy, even without his football gear, but sitting on the exam table, he looks smaller than ever. Eddie places his hands on Buck’s ribs and he hisses from the touch. 

“They’re going to do an x-ray, but I need to check for any fractures or breaks first.” Buck nods in understanding and Eddie presses down, feeling around his chest. Eddie has done this hundreds of times, both as a medic and as a firefighter, but with Buck every wince and hiss of pain reverberates through his body. 

Stripping off his gloves, he turns to Hen, Chimney, and the rest of the medical team. “I don’t feel any broken bones or cartilage, but it’s possible that there are a few fractures. They are bruised, but that’s all I can tell you from a physical examination.”

“That’s good news,” one of the team doctors says. “Not great news, obviously, but bruised is better than broken.”

Eddie stays with his back to Buck as the medical team leads him out of the room to get x-rayed. Once the door shuts, Eddie deflates, all of the air rushing out of his lungs. The adrenaline has worn off and he is hit with a wave of exhaustion. The only ones left in the room now are Chimney and Hen, who shift closer towards him.

“You guys knew, didn’t you?” Eddie says as he rubs his hands over his face.

In any other circumstance, Hen and Chimney would be teasing him right now, making jokes about how Eddie didn’t know that his best friend is one of the biggest players in the league, but the weight of Buck’s injury rests heavily on all of them. 

“Yeah, yeah we did,” Hen says sympathetically and squeezes Eddie’s arm. “I’m sorry you found out this way. What are you going to do now?”

Eddie sighs. “I don’t know.” 

Chimney puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “It will be alright, man,” he says. “Buck’s a fighter. He has a good team of doctors around him and he has you.” All Eddie can do is nod. He doesn’t know where he and Buck stand anymore. But, yeah, he has him.

“Now let’s get back out there. Maybe if we’re lucky someone else will get hurt and you’ll get to rub your hands all over another hot football player.”

“Chim,” Hen playfully shoves him, “shut up.”

Chimney cackles and they head back out to the field.

please let me know if you liked this!! If any of y'all have a specific part you want to see next or an idea send me an ask or write them in the tags!!

my nfl au tag <3

[jaxteller87]

thankful part 1

Jax’s POV

“You know Halloween’s come and gone, right?” I said with a grin as I flopped onto the sofa next to Amber. We were both on Thanksgiving break, enjoying some well-deserved downtime.

Amber giggled, her eyes sparkling, “Yes, I do. It was the end of Casper.”

I leaned in closer, planting a playful kiss on her hand. “Well then, Amber, ask your silly question.”

With a twinkle in her eye, she asked, “Can I keep you?”

I burst into laughter, unable to contain myself, “Of course you can, as long as I can keep you too.” I smirked down at her and planted a sweet kiss on her forehead.

Amber shifted a bit, snuggling closer to me. “Deal.”

“So, I swung by to invite you and your parents to Thanksgiving dinner at the clubhouse. Gemma told me I should invite the whole family, which I was going to do, but you know me—always waitin’ til the last minute for things.”

A warm smile spread across her face. “I’ll definitely do that,” she replied, resting her head on my lap as we watched the end of the movie.

She couldn’t resist teasing, “So, I’ve got to ask, do the boys think I’ve stolen you away this week?”

I chuckled, gently running my finger over her cheek. “No, they haven’t.” One thing I loved about Amber was her understanding that I had a life outside of our relationship. She wasn’t the type to be possessive or jealous, and I admired that.

Amber’s POV

It was finally turkey day, and Gemma had prepared a feast with all the fixins’. It didn’t take long for everyone to be seated around the huge table. There was Bobby, Tig, Piney, and Opie. Opie mentioned that Donna would be joining us later since her family was in town.

“Alright, here’s the lowdown, folks. We’ve got turkey, the star of the show, cooked to perfection by Gemma. Then, there’s creamy mashed potatoes, stuffing that’s to die for, a medley of roasted veggies, and don’t forget the cranberry sauce –“

“Mm. Cranberry sauce,” Tig drolled a little, “ I like it cuz’ it’s sweet and tangy, like us.”

 “And to top it off, we’ve got pies, pumpkin, and pecan because why settle for one when you can have both?” I added.

“I 100 percent agree with that logic, son,” Piney joked. I could see the reflection of the pie in his eyes.

“Alright, gang, dig in, and let’s celebrate this day the only way we know how – with good food and great company.”

“Is there anything I can help you with, Mrs. Teller?” my mom asked, wearing a warm smile.

Gemma laughed, “Please, call me Gemma. And no, sweetie, you just sit back and enjoy the food.”

Piney raised his glass in a toast, his gruff voice cutting through the chatter.

“To family, friends, a damn fine turkey, and both kinds of pie,” he declared, and everyone clinked their glasses.

Laughter filled the room again as they dug into their Thanksgiving feast and in the midst of their brotherly banter,

I couldn’t help but smile as Jax grabbed my hand under the table.

“This food is wonderful, Gemma; thank you,” my parents said, smiling.

“Yeah, Mom, you did good with the turkey,” Jax chimed in, his mouth full.

“I know, but thank you, baby,” she replied with a snarky grin.

Many years later

I couldn’t help but giggle as I watched Thomas, our little troublemaker, attempt to steal some turkey off Jax’s plate. Despite Jax not being part of the club anymore, we still came together for Thanksgiving.

“Tell Daddy, say ‘turkey,’” I coaxed, a mischievous smile on my face.

“Key,” he beamed at his daddy.

“Turkey,” Jax smiled, slowly repeating it back to him and piling more meat onto our son’s plate.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, buddy,” Jax smiled, leaning in to kiss our son’s head.

I turned my attention to Mary, our sweet girl, and asked, “How are you doing lovebug? Need anything?” I leaned over the table to see her.

“I’m good, Mama,” she replied, grinning through a mouthful of food.

Nero and Clay were sitting at the same table, something I never thought I’d see.

“Here’s to family,” Nero announced, holding his glass above his head.

“A dysfunctional family,” Clay added.

“Hey, a dysfunctional family is still a family,” Jax quipped.

Clay nodded and smirked, “This is true.”

“Daddy, what does ‘dysfunctional’ mean?” Mary asked, her curious blue eyes looking up at him.

“Yeah, Daddy, what does ‘dysfunctional’ mean?” Tig chimed in with a chuckle.

Jax paused and flashed a nervous glance around the room, but all eyes were on him. “Well, um—kiddo, a dysfunctional family is like a bag of mixed nuts. Some of them are a little nutty, some are a bit cracked, and a few are just plain nuts, but when you put ’em all together, you get one crazy, unforgettable bunch of nuts that love each other no matter what.”

“Oh,” Mary thought for a moment, “So, Uncle Tiggy is one of the nutty ones?”

Everyone laughed, even Tig. “Yeah, that’s a fair assumption,” he added.

Later that night, we all snuggled up in bed after a little smoke and sandwich. Jax turned to me, holding me close, and asked, “Humor me.”

I nodded, looking up at him.

“I know your birthday is still a few months away, but it’s your 40th...”

I smiled and kissed the tip of his nose, “As of right now, I’m okay, Jax. I’m not upset, and I promise if I am, I’ll tell you.”

“You better,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “And the other reason I’m asking is Donna and Ma are already asking what you might want. I told them something small, no need for some big production.”

“Yeah, I—” I paused.

“What is it, babe?” Jax asked.

“What’s bugging me already is my parents being gone. How in the world has it been ten years already?” I sighed.

“I think that’s what made it so bad. I turned 30, still trying to wrap my head around it, and then, bam, I lost not one but both my parents, not even a month later. And you were right there,” I chuckled, “I wasn’t alone. I had you and Gem, but I felt like I was. I had no family all of a sudden, and it was like, ‘How in the hell am I going to take care of myself?’ So I did what I do best, buried it in my gut, and didn’t deal with it until it all caught up with me.”

Jax interjected, “And watching you go through that wasn’t easy either. I felt helpless.”

“This time, it’s different. I know I’m not alone. I have a family, two little ones running around, and I have a job. So turning 40 isn’t going to be as bad as 30 was, I promise,” I reassured him, looking up at my husband.

“Babe, I promise that the minute I feel my depression start to creep up on me, you’ll be the first to know.”

Jax nodded, “We’ve got this, babe. We’re in this together, no matter what.”

I smiled, feeling a weight lifted from my shoulders. “And if all else fails, I’ll just start a biker club of retirees and call ourselves ‘The Sons of Arthritis.’ You can be my Vice President.”

Jax burst into laughter, “Sons of Arthritis? You might be onto something there. But only if we get matching golden leather jackets.”

“I was thinking pink with glitter,” I peered from the corner of my eye, trying to gauge his reaction as if I were legitimately pitching the idea.

“Pink glitter, huh?” He chirped, “As VP, I’m going to have to call that to a vote at the next meeting.”

“Oh, is that so?” I laughed.

“Yeah,” he gave me a humorous stare, “Because if I’m going to have a pink glitter bike, I definitely don’t want my cut clashing with my ride.”

We both laughed, imagining a future where we were still rebels at heart, even in our golden years. No matter what lay ahead, our unbreakable bond would surely guide us through.

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

MerMay Day 9 ; Semi Aquatic

Prompt By: @/mossypidder

“Could you completely live in the ocean?”

The question caught him off guard as he floated aimlessly in the pool beside him. Ignas never really thought about it. Aquatic shifting wasn’t a common trait. He knew of one clan in Spain who could do it, but he’d never met them. 

Ignas floated to the poolside, hoisting himself up slightly so his upper body was on the stones beside Caiden. The man in question leaned down, brushing the aquatic shifter’s light blue hair from his mismatched eyes.

“I don’t think so?” Ignas admitted, leaning into his boyfriend’s warm touch. “One, you wouldn’t be there. Two, I imagine it’d be pretty lonely.” Ignas’ tail moved behind him, the large shark tail disturbed the water around him. Caiden chuckled when he got slightly splashed, leaning back some.

“But if you had to?”

“Oh, I’m semi aquatic, yeah. I could. I just don’t wanna!” He made a face and Caiden outright laughed, cat tail swishing. Ignas let himself slide off the stones, disappearing underneath the water. It wasn’t often he shifted into his full shark form, even then, he didn’t need to in order to live aquatically, the gills on his neck worked just fine.

But for Caiden’s viewing pleasure, he watched the blacktip reef shark swim around the large pool. Surprisingly, his true shark form was smaller than his half form, only six feet compared to the eight he was with his tail. He swam in a circle then rolled, doing tricks for Caiden who clapped.

Caiden yelled out when he jumped out of the water though, human half landing in his lap. “Ignas!” The cat whined, ears and tail now wet with pool water. But he was quickly, immediately, pacified by cold lips against his. Caiden melted, kissing back, his arms hooked around Ignas’ lower back to keep him steady in the awkward position.

Ignas pulled back and grinned at him, hair sticking to his face, cheeks warm and pink. “See what I mean? I can’t get that in the ocean.” And Caiden could only sigh, shaking his head. But the cat was more than pleased by his detailed answer.

“Off, back in the water.”

“Fine~”

Ignas pulled off of him, rolling onto his back once more. He closed his eyes as he let himself float in the water. His peace was quickly disturbed by a heavy weight jumping onto his chest and claws digging into his skin. He choked out, opening his eyes quickly to come face to face with a mismatched eyed black cat.

The cat kneaded his chest a few times before he balled up and laid down. Ignas snickered, leaning his head back into the water. With the afternoon sun still high in the sky, they got to relax and enjoy both the water and the sun together. And that was definitely much preferable to both of them compared to any interests Ignas might otherwise find in the ocean.

Caiden lifted his head, sensitive ears hearing the click of someone’s phone camera. He turned his head to watch Alee quickly dip back into the house, giggling the whole way. He meowed softly, resting his head back against Ignas’ chest.

He was so going to regret it when that photo ended up on the fireplace mantle.

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New Chapter: Recovery

Jonathan Turner, a motorcycle accident, and a hot blonde nurse.

Shawn begins to dig into the depths of the lies Chet told him that drove the wedge between him and Jon. And he learns that the joke Cory told him about Jon and his nurse was no joke at all.

Meanwhile, Audrey's been withholding information from Jon for some time.

"A bath?" Shawn asked. Jon hardly looked like he would be able to manage that.

The nurse smiled pleasantly. "Oh, don't worry, Hun, he won't have to do anything. I'll take care of him."

Jon arched an eyebrow and bit back a grin.

Shawn arched an eyebrow and bit back a growl.

As soon as the nurse left, Jon started to laugh.

There was nothing to laugh at as far as Shawn was concerned. "What's so funny?"

"Oh man," Jon chuckled, finding it hard to talk. He was still exhausted, and laughter took a lot out of him.

After resting for a few minutes, he said, "After my motorcycle accident, Alan stayed with me until Audrey made it in. Alan said not long after she arrived the nurse assigned to me came in and said the same thing about the bath. Audrey did not approve, and accordin' to Alan there was a spectacular showdown between your mom and the nurse over who was gonna 'take care' of me. Guess who won?"

"Mom," Shawn grinned, finally understanding the humor of the nurse's statement. "No one would stand a chance against her, especially if they made her mad."

"Exactly. Man, am I sorry I was still sedated when that went down." Jon looked at Shawn with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Not gonna lie, I'm kinda hopin' for a repeat. I'd like to see that fight."

Shawn started to laugh when the memory of that first hospital stay became clearer.

"Wait," he said suddenly, his countenance darkening with a frown. "Dad, was that nurse a blonde too?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well," he frowned trying to focus on the memory hoping it would fully materialize. "Was she like really pretty, really curvy, and really flirty?"

"Uh-huh," Jon confirmed with a roll of his eyes. "Accordin' to Audrey, Alan, Amy and Eli."

A wave of old anger washed over him. "I remember her."

Jon gave him a curious look. "You do? I barely remember her. Audrey had so many issues with her that she was reassigned within just a couple of days of your mom gettin' here."

Shawn frowned and ran a hand over his beard trying to recall the timeline of his last visit to see Jon. "Yeah, the day Cory told me you were awake I came down to see you."

The superintendent sat up as much as he could in his weakened state and shifted to get a better look at Shawn. "When did you come to see me? There is a lot I don't remember but I know I would've remembered you comin' in."

"I didn't actually make it in," he admitted, embarrassed. "I came down on my own because Cory and Topanga were busy. When I got here, I saw that nurse with you. I, uh, thought she was really inappropriate. She seemed like she was hittin' on you and not doin' her job. Like, I remember seein' her before you woke up and she was dressed like all the other nurses. But that day, she definitely was not. I remember tight white scrubs and a lowcut top."

Jon watched him in silence as he restlessly moved around the room.

"I remember her offerin' to go home with you when you were released to be your private nurse. And she definitely did not just mean the medical stuff either."

Jon shook his head. "I don't remember any of that."

"Yeah, well," Shawn rubbed his hands together as though he was suddenly cold. "I didn't hear you tell her no or anythin' so I kinda thought you were into her. And since I was still upset about you and Mom, I sorta left without seein' you."

A look of sadness washed over Jon's face as he sat back against the elevated bed. "Why would you think I'd be flirtin' with my nurse right after comin' out of a coma?"

Shawn shrugged. His face reddened with humiliation as the reason hit him hard. "Chet told me when he came down to see you, he saw the nurse all over you," he said slowly. "He said he didn't think that kind of thing was allowed in a hospital between a patient and nurse.'

He caught the look of confusion and outrage on Jon's face as he continued, "Chet said the nurse was the same woman he saw you with at the beginnin' of the school year."

"What?!" was all Jon could get out.

Anxiously, he pulled the sleeves of his leather jacket over his palms. Recounting the story brought back all the anger and disgust he felt as a teen toward Jon and his nurse. "He said he saw you guys at the Sunoco gas station at the edge of town. She was all over you and he said you were really into her, that you- "

"Shawn," Jon held up his hand to stop him. "That was no blonde at the Sunoco station- that was Audrey."

Shawn stared at him. "What?"

"Yeah, that was Audrey. She came down a couple of times to see me right at the beginnin' of the school year. We almost got caught by one of the board members, so she stopped comin' down. There was never a blonde, not at the gas station and not at the hospital. And Chet never came to see me."

Shawn stared at Jon for a moment as his words sank in.

Of course, there was no blonde, he thought bitterly. Chet was spinnin' stories around what I was tellin' him.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and glared at the floor.

"So you woulda come in to see me if that nurse wasn't there?" Jon's voice was quiet. He sounded almost nervous asking as though he was afraid the answer would be no.

"Yeah," Shawn sighed. "I woulda. He shook his head in despair. "He took what I was tellin' him and turned it into somethin' else."

"What did Chet tell you?"

"That you were datin' a blonde nurse. Actually, what he told me was a lot more vulgar than that," Shawn shook his head in frustration. "He knew how much Mom meant to me. How much you and her together meant to me. He saw her with you, he knew who she was, and he lied to me. He let me believe that you moved on with the blonde nurse from the motorcycle accident."

"And that's why you were so angry when Cory told you I'd married my nurse."

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