#grabs buck and kisses the living daylight out of him

[salty-autistic-writer]

Gerrard??!??! In a scene with all the people he hates and Tommy? Oh, he's definitely there for a reason ... I'm very excited for the next episode now. Feels like they are bringing back all the right people this season.

[wcnderlnds]

caught in the act

COLIN ZABEL, PETER MAXIMOFF, WARREN LIPKA, PRE!DEATH KYLE SPENCER, RORY MONAHAN.

・❥��� summary: a series of drabbles on their reactions to someone catching you in the act ・❥・word count: 1.7k ・❥・warnings: 18+ smut, nsfw. unprotected p in v. oral (m & f recieving). swearing. alcohol mentions. female reader. ・❥・ authors note: this was requested by the lovely @bohnerrific69. it was supposed to be headcanons but im an overacheiver. i added rory for my own benefit bc that's my man and there needed to be something sweet so kyle is there too. its badly written smut like always.

COLIN ZABEL

It had been a cold, dreary evening when you’d entered the police station in search of your boyfriend’s office. He had called you earlier in the day to ask you to meet him before the end of his shift so you could easily go for dinner when he was finished. However, when you got to his office, he had stacks of paper piled up on his desk, head in his hands. This man was stressed. Work always did that to him but you had a way to make him relax. It had taken a lot of convincing but somehow you’d managed to make him cave. That’s how you ended up on the floor beneath his desk with his cock in your mouth. Your plump lips moving agonisingly slow against him. Colin’s hands threaded through your hair, guiding your movements.

“Babe, please…. faster,” he said breathlessly. He was really trying his best to be quiet. Who were you to deny his request? First, you had to tease him so you swirled your tongue along his tip, Colin’s hips bucking up into your mouth as you teased his sensitive head. Deciding to put him out of his misery, you sunk your lips back down onto him taking him all the way into the back of your throat. Colin let out a loud groan, your eyes widening as you looked up at him.

“Be quiet!” You hissed, pulling off him. In an attempt to keep him quiet, you moved up his body to straddle him. Grinding your clothed core against his aching cock, your lips found his, messily kissing him. It was just as your hand was sliding between your legs to push your panties to the side when the door to the office opened.

“Everything alr-” Mare started but stopped the second she saw you hop off Colin’s lap. Colin had never looked so alarmed and embarrassed in his life. His hands fumbled as he tucked himself back into his pants, standing up only to hit his knees on the edge of his desk.

“Mare… y-you… need something?” Colin tried to act nonchalant but the redness of his cheeks betrayed him. Mare only smirked, looking between you and Colin.

“Heard a weird noise but… I see now I was interrupting.” She snickered, letting the two of you stew in your embarrassment at being caught as she left the office.

“I’m going to go dig myself a hole now and live in it,” you said, absolutely mortified. Colin grabbed you, pulling you against his chest. His hand resting on the back of your head, soothing you.

“Make it big enough for the both of us at least.”

WARREN LIPKA

“Holy fuck,” you cried out as your fingernails tried to grip into the soft fabric of the couch cushion. Warren had bent you over the arm of the couch, his fingers digging in your hips as he pounded relentlessly into you. The way he was gripping you and holding you in place was sure to leave a bruise but he didn’t seem to care. All he cared about right now was getting off. The moans that left your lips were almost pornographic, the grunts coming from Warren turning you on even more if that was possible. All you’d wanted when you came over was to ask him he’d help you with some problem you were having with your college work. Warren was smart – he just didn’t like to seem it. He was good at solving puzzles, figuring them out so he was always your go-to person when any issues like that came up. But, it had ended how it always did with Warren fucking the living daylights out of you.

“That’s it, baby. Take it, take all of it,” Warrens voice was strained, rough. He was barely holding back. His hand reached up your back to grab your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail in his fingers, yanking your head back. Warren was anything but gentle but he’d hear no complaints from you. 

Just as you felt those sweet, intense feelings coiling up in the pit of your stomach, footsteps sounded off the staircase leading into the basement. Warren mustn’t have heard (or he didn’t care) because he kept shoving his cock deep inside you. It wasn’t like you were in a position to warn him anyway. At this point you were rendered speechless, the only sounds coming from your mouth were moans and pleas of Warren’s name.

“Oh, what the fuck!” Spencer’s voice rang out. 

Warren didn’t stop but turned to face Spencer. “Dude, fuck off. Or watch, I don’t give a shit.”

Judging by the sound of rushed footsteps, you guessed Spencer had taken the first option. Just in time too because Warren buried himself deep inside you triggering your orgasm as he pumped you full of his hot seed.

PETER MAXIMOFF

When Peter had wiped your high score off the leaderboard of Space Invaders, you had stormed off in a huff. The pout on your face was enough to make Peter cave with a promise of making it up to you. Somehow, you’d ended up in the arcade bathroom. It was small, kind of cramped but Peter had you sat on the edge of the small, porcelain sink. Your legs were wrapped around him as he thrust into you. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, your hands tugging on his silver hair as he left wet kisses along your skin. He bit down on your pulse point leaving a nice, red mark there that was sure to turn into one hell of a hickey.

“Nice,” he murmured as he pulled back to admire his handiwork. Peter wasn’t really a possessive guy but he did love to see you all marked up by him.

“Peter,” you whined, urging your hips forward against his. “Stop fucking around and fuck me.”

“With pleasure, m’darlin’.” He pulled out then slammed back in causing the loudest moan to fall from your lips. This new pace was quick, hard and you were putty in his hands. His fingers found your clit, using his mutation to vibrate against it and bring you to your release faster. 

In his haste, Peter must have forgotten to lock the bathroom door because in walked poor Scott who looked like he’d just seen the most traumatising thing on the planet. You pushed Peter off you, the speedster turning with a huff to glare at Scott. “Dude! Occupado!”

“Maybe lock the door next time, Maximoff,” Scott mumbled, slamming the door shut and leaving you both to it.

“This is the most embarrassing moment of my life,” you jumped off the sink but before you had time to react Peter had sped you off back to his basement, throwing you on his bed and sliding back inside you with promises of making it up to you.

KYLE SPENCER

It had been a normal party. Beer was flowing and people were up to all kinds of stupid stuff but you? Well, you’d had your eyes on none other than Kyle Spencer. The two of you had always had a flirty thing going on but neither had made a move. Whether it was the alcohol making you both tipsy or something else, you found yourself in one of the spare bedrooms in the house of the party, Kyle’s cock inside you as you rode him. He sat on the edge of the bed with you on his lap slowly rising and falling on him.

“You look so damn beautiful riding me like this, baby,” Kyle praised, his hands skimming up your sides.

At his words, you moved a little quicker, resting your hands on his shoulders for leverage. He was so deep inside you – he was big so he was hitting that sweet spot most men never found. It was probably the best sex of your life. He was being sweet too and that was an added bonus. Your lips found his, Kyle’s hand resting on your back as he flipped you onto the bed so he was on top now. He kept the slow rhythm, his thrusts shallow and intense.

Both of your eyes snapped to the door when the sound of music blasted through it when it opened and in stepped another drunk couple. They didn’t seem to notice you at first. Kyle grumbled to himself, pulling out of you and throwing one of the blankets over you to cover your modesty.

“Guys, come on. This room is taken,” he tried to be kind as he threw them out of the room but he was still rock hard and all he could think about was getting back inside you. Once they were out, he headed back over to the bed. “You want to continue?”

He was so thoughtful of your feelings and, as mortified as you were, there was no way you were passing up this opportunity to finally sleep with the guy you were obsessed with.

RORY MONAHAN

Your legs were spread wide on the four poster bed as Rory devoured your pussy like a man starved. His tongue licked broad stripes along your slick folds, groaning at the taste of you. He couldn’t get enough – small flicks of his tongue against your clit were sending you into a frenzy, your body writhing under his skilled tongue. His hands gripped your hips, pressing you down into the mattress to say in place.

“Shit, babe. You’re so fucking hot. Could do this all day. Fuck working with Brad Pitt. This is so much better,” Rory grinned up at you from between your legs. The sight of him with your juices over his lips was probably the hottest thing you’d ever seen. He dived back in, his tongue plunging into your entrance. Your hands tangled into his red hair, body arching as his name fell from your lips like a chant. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself teetering on the edge, his lips sucking on your clit.

However, the second you started seeing stars and moaning out, the door opened and in stepped Audrey. You pushed Rory’s head away from you. He narrowed his eyes at you until he turned and saw his ex-wife stood there. “Oh, shit,” he tried to roll off the bed but instead got himself tangled up in the sheets, falling to the floor. As awful as the whole situation was, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

“Audrey, I’m so sorry,” you said, scrambling to cover yourself up.

“Always knew he wanted someone younger.” With that Audrey left. Rory managed to get back to his feet, throwing himself on the bed on top of you.

His lips ghosted over yours, a shit eating grin on his face. “I think she’s mad.”

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[justlemmeadoreyou]

mean!friends with benefits!harry headcanons

i can't stay away, can i? 😭😭😭

you two weren't exactly friends when it started, straight up enemies who hated even the sight of each other

you both had snapped one day, saying the meanest shit you could while with your friends one night at a bar. frustrated, you had stormed out to blow off some steam, and some smoke, by smoking a cigarette

he came out soon after, turning you by your shoulder and looking at you with pure rage bubbling inside

it wasn't long after you both kissed, grabbing and pulling at each other's hair while he dragged you to an alleyway, quickly turning you around and pulling his pants down

he fucked you nice and raw right then and there, pulling your hair and biting your neck, hurting you because he hated you.

it had become regular then, he would text you, and then come over fucking the living daylights out of you, pulling his pants back up and leaving immediately, because he doesn't do stay overs

he would always fuck you in doggy, because he would say he doesn't like seeing your stupid face. works for you, because you hate him equally

sometimes, when he's tired, he would have you on top, riding him. even then, he would be the one in control. bucking his hips up into your pussy, tying your hands behind your back as he thrusts his cock into you, "feels good, doesn't it? love it when i take charge, don't you?"

he's all too smug about being the best in eating your pussy. he always makes you beg for it, but oh boy, is it worth it. he licks and sucks, fingering you hard and fast, your back arching off the bed as you squirt all over the place. he then collects some of your arousal on his fingers, making you suck them clean while he pushes his tongue into your cunt again.

he doesn't even kiss you anymore, his lips everywhere on your body except your lips because it's too intimate.

he does feel tempted to kiss you sometimes. when your lips are just moments away from his, warm puffs of air leaving them as he's fucking you into the mattress. they look so swollen and puffy from your continous biting. he just wants to grab your face, and kiss you till you're breathless

he stares at your dazed expression after you've both reached your climax, and suddenly realizes how close your face is to his. noses touching, shaky breathing, lips so so close and the temptation is there. he could kiss you or you could kiss him but one of you pulls away and he has to gulp down the need to grab your neck and just do it.

harry always sticks to the rules, never slipping or showing even an ounce of emotion except pure lust.

but as it continues longer and longer, you could feel feelings bubbling up within you, feelings you're sure wouldn't be reciprocated.

(this is in context to something coming up next month 👀👀)

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[chimneyz]

bucktommy + 2. …goodnight

The stars hung above in the night sky, it was quiet, peaceful, a prefect night for a goodnight's sleep. Unfortunately, Buck was still awake, his eyes moving along with one of the ceiling fan blades as it slowly circled around. Last he checked his phone it was 2:43 in the morning. He wasn't sure as to why he couldn't get any shut eye, but his mind raced. Maybe it was the upcoming wedding, they still had so much to do in such a little amound of time. Maybe it wasn't so much that he had quite a bit on his plate, maybe it was the butterflies in his stomach flapping around with excitement that kept him up.

Buck wrapped his arms around Tommy a little tighter as Tommy peacefully rested on his chest. He sniffed in the teak wood shampoo that forever cemented it's self in Tommy's soft waves of hair. He still couldn't believe that it was happening, that they were actually getting married. It all felt as of it were a dream. It it was he wanted to stay there forever and ever.

There was a sudden shift in the air, Buck could feel Tommy’s body tense under his arms, his hands gripping Buck will a dull sense of pain from the hold Tommy had on Buck. He could feel the rise and fall of Tommy’s chest becoming quicker more erratic.

A nightmare.

They weren't often but it was distressing to witness none the less. First time Tommy had a nightmare with Buck in bed scared the living daylights out of him. He usually is able to sooth Tommy down but there were times it just didn't work. Buck went to work bring Tommy in a bit closer peppering kisses ontop of Tommy’s head rubbing his sweaty back.

“Tommy it's alright, I’m right here. It's just a nightmare hon’ you are safe and sound,” Buck softly whisper.

Tommy started mumbling incoherently into Buck's chest. He could feel his tears tarting to soak through his tee shirt.

“Tommy, baby, you're safe with me ok?”

His mumbling became louder, his chest heaving. Quickly, Tommy’s eyes snapped open, pushing himself away from Buck eyes darting around the room, wide with fear.

“Hey, hey,” Buck hesitantly reached out still not touching Tommy but aching to do so, “You are ok, you're home.”

“Home,” Tommy muttered. His breathing slowed, his body relaxing.

Buck always wondered what Tommy’s nightmares ever were, he wonders if Tommy wonders. Tommy never remembered his nightmares. It was rare for him to even remember peices of it, vauge ideas really. Buck shifted a little closer as Tommy's body relaxed piecing together he was safe in his own bed. The tears were becoming sluggish, less frequent. Buck finally reached out to place his hand on Tommy’s back, anchoring him to reality.

“It's been a while huh?” Buck tilted his head, rubbing circles on Tommy’s back. His still felt so warm to Buck’s touch.

“Yeah,” Tommy finally croaked, “Shit I am so sorry Evan.”

“Tommy, husband of mine, you never have to apologize to me. Ever.” Buck smiled reassuringly.

Tommy tilted his head towards Buck, eyebrows knitted together with confusion. “We aren't married yet.”

“Technicalities,” Buck gleamed “Besides you will be my husband in a couple of weeks, and I will be yours. Forever and ever.”

“Forever and ever,” Tommy sighed with a smile of fondness.

“Now I'm going to kiss those nightmares away.” Buck grabbed on to Tommy’s cheeks pulling him closer peppering kisses along Tommy’s face.

“Evan,” Tommy giggled.

Buck pulled himself away looking into Tommy's stormy eyes. He could stare into those eyes for as long as he was alive “There, no more nightmares.”

“No more nightmares.”

Buck leaned in for a soft gentle kiss taking as much of Tommy in as he could. He could feel the pads of Tommy’s fingers running through his curls as he kissed Buck back. He press his forehead against Tommy’s, “Goodnight, husband.”

Tommy huffed out a tender laugh, “Goodnight, husband.”

send me a number and a ship

[teatroll]

18+ × MDNI × NSFW

SPICY TOJI FUSHIGURO HEADCANON(S?)

Includes: giving head. that's it. (sorta?) fem!reader; toji is being toji.

Notes: i'm høřnyyy that's a big boy, so be ready to READ; banners by @/roseschoices and @/magicalboything ♡

× Toji likes to be on the receiving end of things. That about sums it up. Nothing else needs to be said.

(Insert joke: *proceeds to write a manuscript*.)

× He's relentless. He's gruff. He's straightforward.

× And he's so hørny it's preposterous.

× You'd be dressing up to go out/to work/to visit your parents, it don't matter. If he so much as caught a glimpse of you wearing that pair of lingerie, it's settled - you're sucking him off that instant.

× "Don't gimme that look. It's your fault." He'd have the bloody audacity to murmur against the shell of your ear with an impish grin as he gropes your hips from behind, pressing his clothed erection into your ass.

× Toji definitely blames it on you each time just to mock the living daylight out of you. It gets him off even better than a well-done bj.

× Your little reactions are always funny to him. How you'd pout and try to reason with his cock his pent up energy by pointing out that you're already running late, and that you'll have to fix your make up again afterwards, and that it's a damn family dinner and you can't just show up there like a complete mess, and yada yada yada-

× Toji simply rolls his eyes and shuts you up with a kiss, turning that surprised yelp of yours into a muffled whimper as he grinds against your forms again.

× There's too much tongue, spit, teeth, too much of everything all at once; and it's just mere seconds till you push yourself back, gasping for air, your lipstick smudged into that sloppy mess you so desperately tried to avoid.

× To you, it's a hindrance, but still an easy fix. To Toji, it's yet another turn-on. Besides, since your make up routine was already ruined, he might as well demolish it completely and paint your face with his cum.

× There's no reasoning with him. He'll always find a way to get what he wants; and if he wants to fuck your face, then so he shall do, duh.

× His lips stretch into a taunting grin, your lipstick smeared on his mouth and chin. The sight you can't peel your eyes off of.

× "I said don't gimme that look, doll. It's on you, too."

× Needless to say, he gets exactly what he wants after this.

× You, kneeling before him with darkened eyes. Him, lowering his pants to let his cock spring free and graze your lips.

× Definitely grips you under the jaw and taps the leaking tip on your chin.

× "Come on, baby. Open up. Take responsibility." He'd coo at you just to taunt a bit more.

× A guttural groan escapes him when you oblige and envelop your lips around him.

× Without a doubt would grab a fistfull of your hair and buck his hips forward to push himself further into the welcoming heat of your mouth, making you whimper.

× WITHOUT A DOUBT would urge you to d33pthr0at him. Cross my heart, hope to die, but this man just thrives to see you choking on his cock.

× Till your nose is nuzzled into his pubes, am i right, TIKTOK COMMENT SECTION, HMM??

× Your nails dig into his thighs as he fucks your teary eyed face. He grunts in delight, seeing how the lipstick gets smeared along his length, how you drool on him and hollow your cheeks so obediently.

× Your jaw literally goes numb. There's a lot to swallow.

× Speaking of which, you WILL swallow. He thrives to watch you do it, can't get enough of it.

× Although, he won't warn you when he's close. Not with words, at least.

× At some point he'll just hiss through gritted teeth and pull out just enough to let his cock balance on your tongue, and then he's shooting streaks of his seed both on your face and inside your mouth.

× It's thick and salty in just the perfect way.

× Definitely growls. Maybe groans. You're too dizzy to tell after he fucked your face stupid.

× Would firmly grab you under the chin afterwards. It's more gentle this time, though.

× Grazes his thumb over your lips, smudging your saliva and his cum together.

× Ain't no way he would miss the opportunity to flash you another signature grin of his. He's just so proud of himself at this moment; he can NOT not mock you again.

× "Look at you now... such a mess. My bad."

× A HANDSOME, CHARISMATIC PEST. Fair AND square.

× You'll forgive him later, though. Because he knows how to deliver.

"Cancel your plans for tonight, doll. I can't let you walk outta here knowing those pretty panties are soaked wet for me."

× EXTRA (my fave crack headcanon, sorry not sorry) ×

× I know you all want it to be true that he loves to eat you out first thing in the morning, but...

× HEAR ME OUT, DON'T GO-

× This probably took place somewhere early in your relationship-situationship. Like, a few months half a year in.

× You both were chilling out on the couch, just chatting about everything and nothing at the same time when that exact topic came up and you felt the urge to point out that you don't remember him ever showing you such courtesy. Like, EVER.

× He snorts and waves his hand dismissively, so you pout and try to reason with him like always; bringing up all sorts of pros to convince him.

× And he kinda listens..? But without paying much of attention. So you frown some more, because your boyfriend is a dick.

× "Toji, seriously, how about next time you give me head for a change, hm?"

× Pause. He stares at you with a deadpan expression for a few silent moments before he blurts out with the same straight face:

× "For a change i'll do anything to you, doll."

× Eh??

× You blink, puzzled out of your mind.

× That face you make cracks him up and he snorts in amusement before cackling out loud.

× Such reaction cracks you as well and you proceed to laugh alongside him.

× Because you think it's a joke. Like, it has to be, he made it clear, IT'S A JOKE-

× It's not. He's a broke ass bitch, he doesn't play around when it comes to money.

× How did you find out? Oh, well...

× His two digits were inside you, preparing you for him as you squirm and beg and you were just so, so close-

× He stops and slips his fingers out of you as you whine in protest, but he only looks at you, all deadpan and serious and says:

× "If ya want more of that treatment, ya better be ready to pay up. My services ain't cheap, baby."

× EH?!

× You'd think in this case he'd take money every time he fucks you, but no. He gets the pleasure, you get the expenses.

× You begrudgingly brush it off and the heated sexy time turns into an angry heated sexy time instead. (The littlest of changes, tbh.)

× Next time he decides to rip off your clothes and just go at it, you shove him those green bills before he even gets a chance to process your demand.

× Because if he had the audacity to proclaim he's THAT good, he better deliver, right?? So you pay up, fair and square, yet still thinking it's another mocking scam of his.

× ...

× It's- it's not. It's so not.

× Toji's tongue does wonders. That's it. Mic drop.

× You'll be broke by the end of the month if you won't come up with a way to convince him to lower the price.

× And him? He'd kinda do it for free at this point, tbh; he likes to taste you, but he won't come clean just yet. (No pun intended.)

× He'll tease the shit out of you. Before, in the process, and after the deed was done.

× But once you manage to find a compromise...

× Let's just say, 69 is your new favorite position to be in.

× SUKUNA RYOMEN × NANAMI KENTO ×

[imtheiliad]

I DONT WANNA LOOK AT ANYTHING ELSE

[6x12 coda in some vague near future up to the reader]

a/n: so i truly have no idea how many words this is or anything cause i wrote it sporadically in tumblr drafts while at work. title from daylight by taylor swift. enjoy <3

“Buck?”

He cocks his head looking at Eddie the way he always does. It’s a look Eddie is all too familiar with. Open and waiting.

“What do you remember?” He doesn’t have to specify. Or so he thinks.

“One second I was on the ladder looking a the sky, and then I was…not here.” Buck replies shrugging.

Eddie hums briefly. “No, I meant…you were there too. Arguably more conscious than I was. I know you were there, but what happened? What do you remember?”

And the anguish that crosses Buck’s face is nearly unbearable.

“One second you were talking to me, the next I was—“ he swallows, gulps even, “I felt something on my face. And I looked up and you were falling. Bleeding. I was in shock I couldnt fucking move. And then Mehta tackled me. And then I saw you. Your blood just spreading over the hot asphalt. And I couldn’t not get you. I—I couldn’t not have your back.”

Eddie studies him.

“I-it wasn’t until you asked me if I was hurt that I realized that it had been blood. Didn’t register it was yours until you were in surgery.”

“But you—what? Crawled under the engine and dragged me out of the line of fire?” he says it nearly as a joke, like it was an impossible task that only someone—

“Yeah.”

It’s the most insistent, affirmative sound he’s heard off duty.

“Lifted you into the cab and held you together with my hands until we got there. And you now you told me with what you thought was your last breath you asked if I was hurt. and I get it now, you had to make sure that Ch—“

“I was asking you.”

The silence that envelops them is pure and fragile like crystal.

Neither of them breathe.

“But you said you didn’t—“

“i remember falling, not just—what I remembered in that moment was falling in love with you. That’s what I meant.”

“Eddie—“

“And I didn’t know,” his voice catches and he lets himself feel, cry, “I didn’t know and I thought I wouldnt ever get to know what it was like to live and love you at the same time. And when I came to—“

“I was with Taylor.”

“Yeah,” he winces as he works his finger on a knot in the table.

“i’m sorry.”

His head snaps up as a million possibilities rush through his head.

Buck reaches across and stills his fingers.

“I don’t think I’ve been ready to see it for a long time.”

“I know,” Eddie replies softly, “that’s why I waited. But you came too close this time. It was almost too late, again.” he swallows, “It was too late for three whole minutes and they were some of the worst of my life I’m pretty sure.”

Buck nods.

“And I get it…if you’re still not there—“

Buck grabs his hand tightly, “I’m there. I’m right here. I don’t know when, but I fell. And I fell hard.” he smiles, “I’ve just been too caught up in other shit to put all the pieces together,” Buck tugs at his hand gently, “come here,” his blue eyes shining in the warm soft light.

And it’s like a magnetic pull until he’s hovering over Buck, until they can feel each others breaths on cheeks and lips. the electricity humming until eddie pulls the trigger, closing that last hairsbreadth of distance. Falling into his lap, cradling his face in his hands, Buck’s hands falling around his waist and then resting on his hips. Eddie has never been kissed like this. Has never kissed like this.

[somasbrianrot]

Nepotism? Who’s She?

  (Pt6/?)

Various Wrestler (WWE, AEW) X Reader (Events will be altered or made up)  

Summary: In which reader is the daughter of the great Edge, but everywhere she goes her achievements are undermined because of her father being the rated r superstar.    

Warnings : Alcohol, slight sexual themes, out of kayfabe

You slipped down and joined the group seated on the ground, you look around seeing a lot of familiar faces from among the roster, you notice Darby across the circle and smile at him, he gives you a thumbs up in return and you feel someone squeeze in right next to you, you look over and see your aunty, who offers you a lopsided grin “Been a while since I played spin the bottle” you nod and smile, Jamie steps into the circle with a bottle, placing it on the ground then nudging you “Your go” you nod and spin the bottle, the superstars watched as it began to slow down on the carpet.

(I used a name generator for this part so yeah lol)

It slows and lands on Darby, you shyly smile at him and he smirks, he stands up and walks over, kneeling in front of you “Okay now you two need to spin this” Jamie has what seems like a paper plate with options and a paperclip for the spinner, you laugh and grab it, there was four different options ; Kiss Partner, Sit in partners lap for the next round, take one item of clothing off of partner and one simply labeled your choice, you flick the paperclip and it lands in sit.

 Darby takes his spot where he once sat and you crawled over, placing yourself in his lap as he wraps his arms around your midsection, there’s a couple whistles and groans of jealousy and dissatisfaction “Ooh! my turn” says Torah, leaning forward and spinning the bottle, it slows and just narrowly lands on Kenny, missing Jade, your aunt and Kenny smile at each other oh that’s a big age gap you thought but shrugged, it was apart of the game, she flicks the paperclip on the plate and it lands on kiss.

Your aunt shrugs and leans over to the man next to her, locking lips with him, you thought it would be just a little peck but you were wrong, hands were everywhere and between kisses they were giggling as they got handsy.

“Okay love birds! break it up” came from Jade who was seated next to them as she pulled away from the kiss, a pink hue across her cheeks as she took her seat, it was Kenny’s turn to spin.

Boy this was gonna be a long night.

Your head spun as you sat up in the bed you were in, you groaned and looked around, you seemed to be in an unknown hotel room, you look over and see a head of brownish-goldish hair peaking up from under the blankets, you slowly peeled it off the body it belonged to - Nick Jackson - you quitely groaned to yourself, you knew alcohol and spin the bottle was not a good combination at all, you wondered what Darby would think, you looked for your phone and spotted it on the night stand, quickly dialing Darby's number and running to the hotel’s bathroom, he answered with a loud groan “Hey?” he somewhat questioned “Darby please please don’t be mad but I think I might have slept with someone else” there was silence on the other end for a bit then he responded “You never said yes to being my girlfriend, so as much as I’m aware that’s okay, we’re still friends though” you sigh “I’m so sorry Darby, the alcohol and spin the bottle was not a good idea” “don’t sweat it it’s not your fault” 

“I’ll see you later?” you ask and he responds with a curt yes before hanging up, you sigh and walk back out, Nick seemed to have woken up since he was gone from his spot in the bed, you stepped around and saw him in the kitchen, taking some medicine with some water, you stood there staring at his back, it had red streaks down it, you seemed to have scratched the living daylights out of him “mm, sorry about the back” you suddenly announce, frightening the poor younger buck, he turned around and sighed “Don’t worry about it, they look nice, kind of like a little achievement for me” he teased and you rolled your eyes, smiling at him, he chuckled and you guys stared at each other “uh, I should go back to my room, My aunty is probably waiting” you say, moving to pick up your dress and sliding it on “She wouldn’t be up there, she was with Kenny and Adam in their room last night” you nod in understanding “well...should we go get some lunch then?” he nods “I’ll go get ready then, meet me at my room, number 217″ he nods and you step out of his room, only to run into some others

“That isn’t your room” Jamie enquires as she stares at the door, you shake your head “Uh..well...no...I-” she arches her brow before it clicks in her head and she gasps “No you didn’t!” you sigh and nod “yeah, we’re going out for lunch soon” she smirks at you and you sigh “Well you wouldn’t mind if Jade, Torah and I tagged along right?” only then did you notice the two other women behind her, you groan and nod “fine!”

now you’re stuck in this predicament, in an olive garden with all four of the Elite, Jade Cargill, Jamie Hayter, and your aunty, the table was full of loud conversations, mostly on the ladies end as the men stared at them, Jamie utters in disbelief “You guys have them hooked, it’s kind of cute” you smile and nod “I feel kind of bad for Darby though, he did say we were still friends” Jamie nods and before you can continue you’re cut off by a loud group of people entering the restaurant, you look over and immediately rush to grab a menu covering your face.

 the girls are confused until they look over and see the bloodline enter, Roman Reigns, Jimmy Uso, Jey Uso and Solo Sikoa, sitting at the table directly adjacent to yours, your aunt looks over and rolls her eyes at the obnoxiousness of the group of men, you keep your head covered before your aunt hands you her scarf “This is all I have right now, I’m sorry” you graciously take it and wrap it around your head as if it were a headband and snatched Kenny’s aviator glasses and put them on, he gave you a weird look but went back to his conversation.

Your aunty get’s up and motions you to follow her to go to the bathroom, but sadly you catch the attention of a specific hot head as he stares at you “Hey uce” Jey utters to catch Roman’s attention “Don’t that woman over there kinda remind you of Y/N” Roman looks over “That’s because it is” Roman rises from his seat to follow the two of you, you make it to the bathroom and sigh in relief, your aunty grabs her phone and calls kenny, he answers almost as quick as a heartbeat “Can you pack our table and get our food for take away? Roman Reigns is in the building and he’s pestering us” Kenny agrees and she hangs up.

“Come here” she says, trying to calm you down, you sigh and get pulled into a hug by her “It’s okay, the guys are packing up our table and we’ll be gone” you nod as she peeks out of the bathroom and motions for you to follow her as you two step out, Roman didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight as you two make it out, you’re about to leave the restaurant as you hear Roman call your name and your aunt rushes to get you to her rental, opening the door and shoving you in then locking it.

“I swear to god you unlock that car or I rip those keys off of you” he growls and your aunt rolls her eyes “Id like to see you try” just as he reaches for your aunt he hear’s a voice “I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t try intimidate my friend” it’s Kenny and Roman groans, defensively placing his hands up “Whatever” he locks eyes with you in the car and his glare grows colder, you duck down and he walks off, your aunt unlocks the car and sighs “Well, the Reigns problem just got worse” “what do you mean ‘worse’?”

IM SORRY FOR NO UPLOADS I HAVE SCHOOL AND MY MUM GROUNDED ME JDJKADSA

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The Fighter

Pictures not mine, not sure where it's from.

Warnings: Mention of some injuries. None. Not Cannon Compliant.

Your feet padded down the hallway as you sleepily made your way towards the kitchen. You had been woken up by the thunderstorm raging outside and realized that Bucky wasn’t home yet. He had been working later hours down at the garage and would often fall asleep before he got home but he was always snoring away next to you when you would wake up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Tonight was the first night that you woke up all alone and when you checked the clock on your nightstand, you realized that it was past one in the morning and he wasn’t there. You were headed to the kitchen to call up Steve to see if maybe Bucky had spent the night there. You turned on the small lamp that sat on the table right before the kitchen and jumped in fear when you heard a rustling coming from the living room. You quickly spun to look at what could be creating the noise and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw Bucky sitting up from laying down on the couch. 

“Y/N, Sweetheart? Why are you up? Are you okay?” He called out to you, his voice hoarse and worried. 

“Buck! You scared the living daylights out of me! What are you doing out here? Why didn’t you come to bed?” You walked around the couch and stood in front of him and let out a small gasp. Standing before you wasn’t the man who left the house that morning. Here was your husband, but he had a cut eyebrow, split lip, bruised cheek, most likely a broken nose, judging how his eyes were blackened. 

“It’s not that bad. I promise, I’ve had worse.” He tried to sit up better and instantly grabbed his ribs to hold them tight. He had, at best, bruised his ribs, at worst, he may have a broken one or two. 

“Not that bad? Bucky! You look like you had the shit beat out of you! What the hell happened?” You looked over him again and saw that his knuckles were bruised and bloody. You instantly locked your jaw and glared at him. 

“James Buchanan Barnes. Were you fighting last night? And don’t you dare lie to me.”

“Sweetheart…I-“ You cut him off instantly. Knowing the truth. 

“Goddamn it, James! Are you kidding me? We’ve talked about this!”

“Sweetheart, listen.” He tried to reach for you and you instantly backed up. You were mad and weren’t going to let him get out of this so easily.

“Don’t ‘Sweetheart’ me, Barnes! I understood what you and Steve did during the war as necessary and good. You did a lot of risky, dumb shit but you did it well and it was necessary. I’m honestly surprised it didn’t kill either of you. But the war is over. You are home, you’re both home and the risky shit has to stop!” You were pacing the living room floor at this point. Hands on your hips, stopping to point at him every once in a while. 

“I know, baby. I am not doing this for shits and giggles. I’m not doing this for fun.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“Because it’s good money. Money that we could use.” 

“It’s illegal, Buck! Do you wanna get caught? Do you wanna go to jail?” You yelled at him and then took a deep breath to calm yourself. Getting worked up like this wouldn’t help the situation. “You can’t do that to me, Buck. You can’t do that to us. We need you here.” You rubbed your hand down your swollen belly. 

He huffed out a sigh and reached out to you, finally allowing him to touch you. He pulled you by your nightgown, pulling you closer to him and gently placed a kiss on your stomach before looking up at you, love and regret filling his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ve just been so stressed about money and it’s an easy payday. I want to give you and the baby the world.”

You reached your hand up to his head and carded your fingers through his hair, hearing a soft sigh from him at the gentle feeling. 

“Buck, I don’t need or want the world. We have a good, safe home. We have food in the fridge. We have friends and family that love us and care about us. And we have each other. What more could I possibly want? I don’t need the glitz and glamour. I just want you.”

He hung his head down and placed his forehead on your belly, feeling a slight kick as your child made their presence known. 

“And do you think this baby is gonna care if they have the newest and best if they never get to see their father? Did you or Steve feel like your parents loved you any less because you grew up poor? You know I would have traded all the money my parents had just to have them around. I don’t want that for us. I want our children to know you and love you like I see you love your family. Like I love your family. So please… no more fighting. No more crazy hours. Just come home to me at the end of the day.” 

He looked up at you with tears threatening to fall and slowly nodded his head. “Okay. No more fighting.”

“And the overtime. We are doing good, Buck, we have savings. We have extra money each week. We don’t need you working yourself to the bone. I miss you. I want you home, especially because this baby will be here sooner rather than later.”

“Okay, okay. No more overtime. Can we go to bed now? I’m beat.” 

You looked at him with a playful glare. “Did you just make a joke about being pulverized? You’re lucky I’m not adding to your injuries.” 

He let out a laugh at your humorous display of aggression. You were a spitfire who had put both Steve and Bucky in their place more than once but seeing you, in your nightgown with your round and swollen belly, attempting to be intimidating was just too funny to resist. Bucky instantly regretted laughing at you though, when his bruised ribs started to sting in pain at the outburst. He hissed in pain.

“That’s what you get.” You said as you pointed at him. 

“Well, then stop being so cute.” You rolled your eyes at him and reached a hand out to help him up.

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed. You’re lucky it’s the weekend and you have some time to rest. But don’t think I’m going to baby you. You did this to yourself, you’re going to have to deal with it.” 

You helped him stand up and you both slowly started walking towards your bathroom to clean him up. As you walked down the hall you asked him jokingly. “Did you at least win?”

“Did I win? Of course I won. Who do you think I am?” He smacked your ass playfully as he followed you down the hallway, watching you shuffle away while giggling. He loved you more than he could even express and he wanted to be there for you and your growing family, every step of the way.

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Security Check (10)

Security Check Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky X Fem!Reader

Words: 1329

Warnings: Smut!

A/N: And it’s done. Really sorry it took me two fucking years to finish this yall but hey, better late than never. Can’t believe this started because I was crushing on the security guard in the university museum I used to attend classes in. Let me know how I’m doing in the comments and add yourself to the taglist here if you want to get Bucky updates from yours truly (if I do end up writing new material for him that is). Or just updates from other fics as well. Thanks for the ride people I love yall.

You woke up to the rumbling sound of thunder, looking out your window and watching the sky light up a few times before turning to a snoring Bucky. Even in his sleep he looked focused, with his strong eyebrows furrowed and his jaws tense. You couldn’t help the laugh that came out, wincing when you saw his eyes open and look at you.

“Wha- what’s the matter?”

“Nothing...it’s just, you looked so focused in your sleep. It was kind of cute.” You turned around in his arms and laid kissed across his jaw, smiling when you felt his chest reverberate against you.

“Fuck baby that’s good,” he pushed his neck back and pulled you on top of him, moaning and panting when he felt you lick down his neck and suck on his adam’s apple. You nipped across his clavicle before twisting your fingers in his hair and returning to the cartilage at the center of his neck, kissing and licking and sucking it until you felt him harden against your stomach.

“Christ Y/N...you want me that much?”

“Please James,” you didn’t need to say anything, suddenly feeling your world turn upside down as Bucky flipped you beneath him, pushing your legs wide open before spitting on his hand and palming his cock. You mirrored his actions and rubbed at your pussy, holding onto his shoulders as he shoved his cock deep inside you.

This was so much different than a few hours ago. Neither of you said anything as Bucky thrust repeatedly into you. You felt his hand snake underneath your ass and angle you just right, his navel brushing against your clit over and over again until you were seeing stars. 

You weren’t sure what it was that made you this horny for him. Bucky was holding himself up with one arm and it almost gave out when he looked down at you, eyes shut and mouth wide open and whispering his name. He pushed a little harder before moving your thigh until it laid flat against the mattress. As soon as he rubbed at your clit with his thumb, he felt you coming around him, begging him to keep going and come with you. He didn’t deny you your request, losing his balance and falling above you as he bucked his hips one, two, three times before coming deep inside you. Like before, neither of you moved until he felt your chest expanding against his, knowing it was probably a little hard for you to breathe with his weight on top of you.

The two of you were fast asleep within minutes, both holding secret smiles at feeling the other’s beating heart.

Hours later, Bucky woke up and moved his arms to find you, only to sit up straight when he found your side of the bed cold. Looking around the room, he rubbed at his eyes until he spotted his briefs, groaning in annoyance before standing up and putting them on. He headed to your bathroom to freshen up, finally looking at the mirror and finding his chest and shoulders filled with scratches and dark red spots. He trailed his fingers across his skin and smiled at the memory of your needy touches. 

The scent of coffee was what brought him out of his haze and he walked quietly through your apartment until he found you standing in the kitchen in nothing but his shirt. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, watching as you put on a show for him. When you tried to grab the toast out of the toaster and burned yourself, Bucky couldn’t help but laugh at the string of swears he heard you half-yell at the inanimate object.

“Oh my god you scared the living daylights out of me,” you turned around and grabbed at your chest, laughing along with him when he walked towards you and pulled you in for a hug.

“Morning baby, I didn’t know you have the mouth of a sailor.” He whispered against your neck and you laughed against him before pushing him away to take care of the eggs.

“Yeah well, there’s a lot I can do with my mouth that you don’t know about.” You weren’t really paying attention to what you were saying, eyes widening in embarrassment when you realized what you just said. Turning around, you saw Bucky raising an eyebrow at you, smiling mischievously before reaching over and piring himself a cup of coffee.

“Oh believe me doll, I know exactly what that mouth of yours can do.”

You gave him your plate and started cooking breakfast for yourself, stealnig glances at him every once in a while only to see that he was already looking at you.

“Hmm, seems that I was right about a lot of things this week.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yup, you do, in fact, look absolutely ravishing in my shirt.” He winked at you when he saw your eyes widen in surprise.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how cute you look when I compliment you.” He stood up to wash his plate and utensils, waiting for you to settle down before he told you the big news. 

He sipped his coffee in silence all the while looking at you eating your breakfast.

“You look like you have something on your mind.” You said, more of a comment than a question, this time surprising Bucky with how attentive you were to him. 

“I...I do.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You finished your food and put it in the sink, grabbing your coffee and telling him to follow you to the living room. You waited until he sat before crawling next to him.

“So, now that the gala is done-”

“You’re not working in the museum anymore. I tried not to seem too clingy and I was going to ask you about that, and I really think we should give this a try. You don’t live far away and I already moved some of my office hours around so I could go out with you...if- if you want, I mean you don’t have to, I just think that you know- well, you should know that I made time for you. And- and that I really like you, and that we-”

“You moved your office hours around for me?” Bucky cut you off, putting his mug down before turning to face you. 

“Well, yeah. I- of course I did. You’re important to me!” You set your mug down on the table as well and brushed your hair aside, afraid he would think you were weird. 

But Bucky surprised you by throwing himself at you and taking your lips between his own, arm snaking around your back and pulling you toward him until you settled on his thighs.

“I was so fucking worried that I shouldn’t have taken the job permanently. Didn’t want you to think I’m trying to take control over your work.” He hugged you tightly and it took you a few seconds to register his words.

“You mean, you…?”

“Yeah Y/N, I’m keeping the position. Director liked my work and he said I could really help them out with some other things so I- I took the job.” He pulled away to look at you but you didn’t give him a chance, returning his earlier enthusiasm with a kiss of your own until you both needed to breathe.

“So, does that mean I have to switch around my office hours again?” You held his cheeks and leaned forward to peck his nose.

“Why would you do that when we could be having so much fun behind the lamassu?”

“I can’t tell if I should be hurt because that is an ancient antiquity we’re talking about or excited because that’s kind of hot?”

“Guess we’ll figure it out as we go.” Bucky said right before picking you up and walking to your bedroom again.

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[hypnomicimagines]

Trust [Vampire!Aohitsugi Samatoki]

“If you’re so hungry, why don’t you just take a bite of me?”

There was a certain type of aggression that vampires liked in their mates, human or otherwise, that pulled them in. Being teased with double-entendres seemed to be one of those necessities, knowing their partner wasn’t afraid of them seemed important, or at least it was to Samatoki. He might appear to be irritable but ever since you’d offered up your blood to him in a time of need, the vampire had done all that he could to make you comfortable with him. It helped that your relationship was already flirtatious but the trust that was built from allowing him to feed, on both of your parts, was what fully cemented you as Samatoki’s ‘one’.

You liked to tease him to the point Samatoki wondered if you really did get off to him biting you, not that the sensation was ever an unpleasant one. It left you feeling more sensitive than usual after the initial burning in the newly opened wound stopped, his tongue running over the new holes in your skin in appreciation. They always healed up beautifully but he liked that if he looked hard enough, he could see the tiny scars left behind. It marked you as belonging to a vampire, belonging to him, and your neck would be the first place any other vampire looked before attempting to take you as their own.

“What about right here?” Your finger traced along your thigh, watching with amusement as Samatoki’s eyes carefully followed your finger. He had never had a partner as explorative as you, who was so willing to mark their body in every place they possibly could. “If you’re really hungry we can just do my wrist since I know it’s one of the best spots, but…”

Your burning desire matched his own and one cold hand rested on your thigh, moving it away from your other so he could get between your legs. He liked the look of anticipation, how you were ready for both the pain and pleasure he was about to bring you. He kneaded the soft skin, sucking the area without puncturing before grazing his teeth as a warning. You reached down to grab his hand and his fingers laced with yours, squeezing as he broke through your skin and allowed your sweet blood to run over his tongue. You were only a little noise, letting out a little whimper at first before the only thing he could hear was your erratic breathing, your eyes squeezed shut and his hand released as you laid back on your pillow.

“…Thanks for the food.” He knew you thought it was just some stupid gimmick on his part but each time he drank from you he thanked you, even checking in to make sure you weren’t suffering any symptoms of blood loss.

At first, he hardly drank enough to even quench his thirst because he was so paranoid about hurting you, there had even been a time where he was on the brink of death and you appeared that he had almost drank you dry, the very thought that he could’ve killed you had him considering starving himself in repentance. That time had come and gone but it felt seared into Samatoki’s brain, a reminder that he needed to be careful with his thirst or you would be facing the consequences of trusting a terrible creature like him.

“You’re welcome.” Your smile is warm as you ushered him up, Samatoki licking the blood clean from his fangs before he obeyed your wishes. You were so beautiful and warm, he hadn’t felt a warmth like that in centuries, and he found himself just as addicted to this feeling as you were to his bites. He was hopeless when it came to you, resting his cheek against your chest as he listened to the sound of your beating heart.

Calm.

You trusted him.

You trusted him so much more than he trusted himself.

How could Samatoki ever thank you for all that you had done? How could he repay your kindness? How could he apologize for almost sending you to an early grave? Your relationship had gotten rocky but even so, you had stuck by his side, showed him a loyalty that few vampires received from non-vampire partners. Having a boyfriend like him used to be a trend, all the humans and other species alike wanting to show off their century old partner who dressed like they belonged in another era, but you had never been that way.

No, you had been content to stay inside and keep him company during the daylight hours.

Trust.

He trusted you too, didn’t he?

He had told you all about vampires, about some of their weakness, but not without some apprehension on his part. Samatoki had been worried about an enemy clan moving in on his territory, it had been the only reason he brought the subject up, but he realized all those methods applied to him as well. Would he be able to raise a hand to you if you came at him with a stake? With fire? One day you could simply decide to rise, open the curtains in his apartment, and permanently take him out of this world.

When he mentioned that last fought you responded with a confused, “Why does a vampire live in a place that has windows anyway?”

Samatoki had laughed.

It was hard to make him laugh.

As he laid in bed beside you now, listening to your heart, soaking in your warmth, breathing in all the things that made you so beautifully mortal, he wondered how long this would last.

“Stop thinking your angsty vampire thoughts, ‘Toki. You know I always just thought that was something they put in books, that whole broody vampire stereotype, and now I see those authors must’ve been very intimate with you cynical vamps.” He scoffed at your observation, wanting to tell you that all the fiction was practically bullshit and that anyone attempting to publish actual accurate knowledge on vampires would be killed on the spot, but he saved his speech.

You’d already heard it before.

“Are you gonna tell me what you’re thinking about?”

“Not tonight. Don’t you have to sleep for work?”

“Ugh.” You seemed disappointed at the reminder and he couldn’t blame you, he didn’t exactly what to leave this position either. “You’re right but it’s more fun to be with you at night. You have more energy.”

His brooding thoughts hadn’t left him quite in the mood to have sex however he had no qualms about taking care of your needs. He leaned up to capture your lips in a possessive kiss, teeth grazing your lower lip as his hands slid down your body. He felt you unintentionally tense under his cold touch as his slipped past your panties and he smirked, nipping at your ear and asking if you were even ready for his fingers let alone his dick. You nodded your head, turning to look at him with a stubborn pout, he loved when you looked at him like that.

Inside of you is even warmer than outside, a fact he thought about often while you were being intimate. It was almost like being burned with fire but a far more pleasant sensation once he was used to it. He knew his body temperature never changed but he always felt like he broke out into a sweat when he was inside you, like your warmth was somehow infectious even though it couldn’t be the case. He liked that feeling, it almost felt like he was human again, and being with you made any potential terrible thing just so much better.

“S-Samatoki,” You gasped out, his fingers carefully moving inside you, “If you keep being so rough I…”

“I told you to get to bed, didn’t I?” Samatoki kissed your neck and you moved your head to the side, a jolt of pleasure running through your body as you remembered the sensation of his bite. “We’re gonna make it quick so you can get some damn sleep, brat.”

“Me a brat?” You cried out again as he started to rub your clit, your hips bucking up to meet his fingers. “Have you seen how… How you act? When you don’t get your way…!”

“I always get my way.” Samatoki’s voice is akin to a growl, “Do I need to remind you what I am?”

“The love of my life?” You asked playfully, and while he had been setting a certain type of mood… He can’t say that didn’t resonate with him. He can’t say that didn’t go straight to his dick, twitching eagerly in his pants, now wanting to answer the calls of your moans. “W-Why’d you stop?”

“I’m going to fuck you into this mattress.” You’re surprised at the sudden mood swing as Samatoki removed his hand from your pants, now looming on top of you with a dark look in his eye. “You’ll be lucky if you can fuckin’ make it to work tomorrow.”

He could hurt you like that. He could break you if he’s too rough, exhaust you with his immense stamina to the point you can hardly move, yet you knew he’d treat you as delicately as he ever did. His thrusts would be desperate and his fangs would constantly graze your skin, ready to puncture the second he wanted to without you having any say in it, yet you knew he would never do that. You knew he’d never drink from you without permission. You knew he’d never hurt you, that the intimacy of having sex was something that meant a great deal to Samatoki.

You trusted him.

And he would never break that trust.

[multiplefandomsblog]

[Identity v]Mike Morton having a quickie during a match (NSFW)

request; Mike smut but like a quickie during a match? Thank you sm! (IDV)

Warnings; I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE TITLES HNNGGG, short, reader has female parts, exhibitionism, agoraphillia, public sex, finger sucking, cussing, unprotected sex, unedited

word count; 0.8k+

note; I went with female parts(since I’m more comfortable with it) because I had forgotten to ask if you wanted a male, female or a gn!reader. But if you wanted a male or gn!reader, I’ll rewrite and edit somethings to your taste! I am incredibly sorry for not asking when I had the chance hgasbsgkdfsfahj also sorry for the end, I just really like writing French qwq

“Mike- Fuck.” You tried to protest but as soon as you felt Mike’s tongue glide against your neck, your knees buckled. He caught you quickly, pinning your body on the wall next to a locker. “Wh-what about decoding-! Hnn!”

Mike shut you up with a passionate kiss that left you dazed, him snorting at your pointless begging, “Shh, let’s have some fun, hm? Emma’s kiting right now, so we have some time.” Mike spoke against your neck, playfully nipping at the skin between your shoulder and neck. 

You clenched your eyes shut as you instinctually threw your head back for more access, “Here I thought you didn’t want it,” He slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of your pants, prodding his fingers at your entrance without warning. “But, ooh! You’re so wet.”

You jolted up at the cold sensation of his fingers pressing against your clit, letting out a whimper as he started rubbing up and down between your folds. You tried hard to not give in, but the feeling of his teeth on the sweet spot of your neck didn’t help at all. 

Your eyes widened in panic as you heard the erratic beating of your heart and his, beating in sync. “The hunter-!” Mike shushed you, a playful smile adorning his face. Swiftly, Mike pushed you into the tightly confined space of the locker, closing the door behind the two of you. “Open wide~!” You dropped your jaw for him, letting him slip his cum-soaked fingers onto your tongue. 

Mike smiled wide at your obedience, pressing his fingers onto the back of your tongue, making you gag slightly. You closed your lips around his 2 digits, looking up into Mike’s blue eyes with your tear-glazed ones.

You swear you saw his sweet smile turn sadistic as you whimpered, and started bucking your hips forward to grind against his crotch.

He groaned before giggling at the feeling of your hips grinding on his, “Okay, okay.” Your eyes lit up as you saw his other hand pull down your pants halfway, him leaning forward to grind his against your exposed clit.

His fingers muffled your moan, drool dripping from the sides of your mouth and down your chin. He reached down to pull his hardened cock out, fingers still in your mouth. “Be quiet, okay?” You nodded, feeling your breath quicken at the feeling of his tip prod at your entrance.

Your eyes widened as you felt your heart start beating incredibly fast, frantically opening your mouth to warn Mike but the words muffled because of his fingers. “The h-hunnnohfuck!” Your warning turned into a loud moan as Mike swiftly guided his dick inside your twitching walls, pushing through the resistance of your walls.

Your legs trembled to stay up, so Mike grabbed the underside of your thigh and wrapped it around his waist. Mike exhaled sharply as he pushed deeper into you, digging his fingertips in your thigh. 

You gasped as you could hear the hunter’s laugh just steps away from the two of you, “M-mike-” Mike slipped his fingers out your mouth and covered the bottom half of your face instead. “You’ll have to be quiet, okay? Don’t want the hunter to find us, do we?”

He teased, grunting quietly as he jerked his hips roughly against yours, causing you to moan into his hand. You let out a cry as he dug into your g-spot, his hips picking up the pace and hitting it each time.

“S-so soft, haha..!” He let out a childlike laugh, plunging deeper and deeper into you in desperation to reach his high. His eyes glazed over with pure bliss as he lost himself, thrusting quicker and rougher into you, bringing you close to your climax as well as his.

As he fucked the ever-living daylight out of you, he had forgotten the fact that the hunter was moments away from finding the two of you. You had been watching the hunter through the cracks of the locker as Mike was pounding into you, tears blurring your vision at the roughness.

Even as he heard the hunter’s footsteps increase in volume, he kept going, desperate to reach his high. You choked out sobs as you felt him go even faster, your stomach turning in a sickly arousing way as you watched the hunter slowly approach the locker.

Your breathing was hysteric as you felt your climax coming up, wailing out a muffled, “C-close!” before squeezing around his cock uncontrollably, curses spilt out of Mike’s mouth at the squeeze.

After a couple more thrusts, he had cum inside you. His chest heaved while he stilled, whimpering as his seed coated your walls.

His breath and yours hitched as you heard the locker door open slowly before immediately slamming shut, “MON DIEU- Pourquoi!?” Joseph groaned out, covering his eyes from the image that’ll probably never leave his mind. “Putains d’enfants- Tu sais quoi? Non. Juste... non.” 

The hunter has surrendered.   

[jaehyunhour]

34+35 ⭑ JOHNNY SUH

⭑ GENRE: fluff, smut

⭑ MEMBERS: fem!reader x johnny (mentions of jaemin and jeno)

⭑ DETAILS: yet another college!au, frat boy boyfriend johnny

⭑ WARNINGS: slight exhibitionism, mention of the word daddy, 69, oral [both f & m receiving], unprotected sex, lil bit of spanking

⭑ WC: 4,031

⭑ SUMMARY: as you're nearing finals week, you and johnny decide to help each other destress a bit.

⭑ AUTHORS NOTE: this is basically porn with little plot and is purely self indulgent, enjoy my babies <33

You straddle Johnny’s lap, hands placed on his cheeks as your lips connect with his. Your skirt rides up with each subtle thrust of his hips, his hands gripping onto your thighs tightly. It’s the middle of midterm season and you’ve booked a study room in the library to do work, but it quickly escalated as Johnny’s fingers trailed from your knee up to the wet patch on your underwear as you were trying to make flashcards for your Physics class. His hands reach up to grip onto your hips as his tongue slips into your mouth, fingers digging into your bones and forcing you to grind down against him and moan against his mouth.

“You might think I’m crazy, but you know what I’ve been craving lately?” You say, pulling back and tilting your head as Johnny’s lips trail down to your collarbones. He sucks the skin into his mouth, nibbling lightly and your mouth opens in a breathy moan. “To put it quite plainly—” you start, but are cut off by the doorknob jiggling. You groan, pulling yourself up off of Johnny and heading towards the door. You pull it open, not even bothering fixing your askew skirt or messy hair. You’re met with a group of boys you recognize from one of your classes and you flash a smile. 

“Can I help you?” You say in a sing-song voice.

“I-uh, we booked the study room starting at 2 and it’s already 2:15,” one of them says quietly.

“Oh! Sorry about that, we got a bit carried away,” you turn around to look at Johnny and fix your skirt. The boys push the door open a bit more, peeking into the room and Johnny throws his head back and lets out a sigh. He zips his pants back up, buckling his belt before picking his backpack up off the ground and slinging it over his shoulder. You bend down to pick your backpack up, flashing both Johnny and the group of boys the way your wet panties are sticking to you. Johnny feels his dick stir in his pants and he quickly grabs you by the hand and drags you out of the library.

Once outside, you grip Johnny’s hand tightly as you aimlessly walk around campus enjoying his presence. He walks slowly, enjoying the uncommon quiet of the school and the feeling of your hand in his. “So what was that about you craving something lately, princess?”

Your cheeks heat up at his words. Despite it only being approximately seven minutes since you were grinding on Johnny in one of the private study rooms of the library, you had already forgotten about what you had said. Truth be told, in the moment you were thinking of the last time you had sex with Johnny, the feeling of him filling you making you feel warm and content.

“I don’t wanna say, someone could leave one of these buildings and hear us…”

“C’mon, princess, don’t get shy on me now. You were about 3 minutes away from riding me in the middle of that study room and now you don’t want to admit that you just want me to fill you with my cum?” He tsks.

“Oh my god, baby, stop,” You blush and hit his arm playfully. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Hmmm, well we have a chapter meeting tonight that’s supposed to last for a few hours and I have to study for some exams.”

“That’s not the answer I wanted and you know that,” you say with a slight pout on your face.

Johnny’s hand slips out of yours and he lets out a laugh. His hand then comes up to your face, gripping your jaw tightly and effectively wiping the pout off your face. He slips his thumb into your mouth, and your tongue swirls around it instinctively before closing your lips around it and sucking on it. “What did you want me to say, baby? That I am going to do you all night? Hm? Fuck you till the daylight?”

You nod eagerly and he pulls his thumb out of your mouth, wiping it clean on your cheek and you whine.

“How bout you come over tonight after the chapter meeting and we can watch a couple of movies instead of studying for finals? We haven’t had any alone time in a couple weeks… I’ll even keep the suit on for you,” Johnny suggests.

“Fine, but I should get home now then so I can rest before I get over there. We’re not watching aaaaany movies tonight,” you respond.

“Let me walk you to your car.” He slips his hand back into yours, pulling you towards the student parking lot quickly. Once at your car, he presses your back into the drivers side door and leans in to press a kiss to your lips.

You grab onto his hand and push it between your thighs and underneath your skirt. “Are you sure you don’t want to come into the backseat with me for a few minutes?” You bat your eyelashes at him and Johnny sucks in a breath as he pushes your underwear to the side and feels how wet you are. He rubs tight circles onto your clit and you let out a whine that echoes in the parking lot. He turns you around, pressing you harder into the car door and pushing his crotch against your ass. 

“Ten minutes, max.”

“Yes, sir,” you say, unlocking the doors and crawling into the back, but not without a harsh spank landing on your ass.

“You really can’t keep it in your pants, huh?”

“Only because you’re a dream come true.”

Back at your apartment, you begin packing your bag for your overnight at the frat house. Johnny invited you over for movies, but after not having spent any alone time with him in nearly three weeks you know there is absolutely no way you’re going to be watching anything. After packing your bag with fresh underwear, your phone charger, and a couple of other things, you change into a fresh pair of comfy pajamas before getting into bed. You lay in bed in the dark, eyes closed and sinking into your bed.

Your roommate comes home a few minutes later, raising an eyebrow as she walks past your room and sees you laying in the dark but obviously not asleep.

“What are you doing?” She asks.

“Saving up my energy,” you respond. “I’ve got a long night ahead of me.”

“Are you pulling an all-nighter for midterms?”

“Nope. Going to the Sigma Chi house after their chapter meeting.”

“And you’re planning to fuck the entire house or what?”

“Just Johnny, duh. Although I wouldn’t mind getting some of the others in bed… Have you seen the new recruits? They’re absolutely delectable. There’s these two boys named Jeno and Jaemin, they’re best friends and my god are they pretty. I keep asking Johnny if we could invite at least one of them the next time we do stuff but he always says no.”

She fake sighs. “Your life is so hard. Have fun tonight, hope you can walk tomorrow.”

“Actually, my goal is to not be able to walk for the rest of the week. Rest of the month if I’m lucky.”

The drive from your apartment to the frat house is short. You park your car on the street in front of the house, not bothering to let Johnny know you’ve arrived. When you walk up to the house, overnight bag in hand, and knock on the door, you’re met with Johnny’s bright smile and it forces one onto your own face. You look him up and down; he’s still wearing the suit he’s required to wear for his chapter meetings, and it fits him perfectly in all the right places. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you take in his appearance. He lets out a laugh as he sees your eyes raking his body and he grabs your hand before pulling you into the house.

The inside of the Sigma Chi Frat house isn’t really what you’d expect from a bunch of frat boys. It’s fully furnished, neat, and most importantly: clean. Upon first glance, you wouldn’t think that around ten different boys all live here together — but then you walk into the kitchen to see they have a beer pong table in place of a dining table with a bunch of folding chairs around it, and realize that only a bunch of boys could live here. Johnny pulls you into the living room, sitting down on the couch and pulling you on top of him as he presses play on the movie he was watching. 

You straddle his hips, making sure to grind down on him as you press an array of kisses onto his neck. His hands hold onto your hips tightly, helping you move as his eyes are focused on the TV behind you. He’s not actually paying attention to the movie anymore, but he loves to make you work for the things you want. He loves the way you get needier and needier with the lack of attention he gives you, the way your hips speed up against him, and the way you whine against his neck. You pull away from Johnny, scooting back to put some space in between your crotch and his, letting your hand unbutton his dress slacks and pull the zipper down. Your hand slips into his boxers, pulling his half-hardened dick out and he lets out a hiss when the air hits him.

“Right here, princess? Where anyone could see?” Johnny asks, raising an eyebrow as your hand begins to move up and down slowly on his hardening length. 

You nod, his dick now fully hard in your hand, and you drop your head to his, forehead to forehead, lips ghosting over his. “Yeah, why? You got a problem with that?” Your hand moves faster and Johnny throws his head back onto the couch with a groan. His hands fall from your hips to the couch, and he grips the cushions tightly as you continue your movements. His hips buck up every time your hand comes all the way up, thumb wiping across his tip, and you can tell he’s going to burst any minute. Johnny lets out a shaky breath, willing himself to calm down before he cums all over himself in the middle of the living room.

His hand shoots out to grab onto your wrist as he feels himself seconds away from his orgasm, and he pants as he tries to recollect himself. You tighten your grip on the base of his dick and he lets out another groan. Before Johnny can say anything, though, you hear someone coming down the stairs and within seconds are met with Jaemin. 

“Y/N! I didn’t know you were coming over,” Jaemin says excitedly, standing still at the bottom of the staircase and flashing you a smile.

The couch shields your lower half, and you smile back, continuing to move your hand discreetly over the length of Johnny’s dick, forcing him to bite his bottom lip to stop any noises from escaping. “Jaeminnnnn,” you coo. “I didn’t know you were home! I figured you would be out studying with Jeno.”

“Well, we were going to go to the library to study but figured we should just stay here instead. At least here we don’t have to put any pants on.”

“Riiiight,” you say. You focus your attention onto Johnny’s tip, moving your hand unbelievably fast, his head falling onto your chest. “If I had known you and Jeno were home, I would’ve invited you two to come watch a movie with us.” With your other hand, you grab onto the hair on the nape of Johnny’s neck, tugging his head back and giving him a mischievous smile. “Johnny, you should’ve told me that Jeno and Jaemin were staying in tonight. You’re so mean.”

“Yeah, hyung! So mean,” Jaemin echoes, walking into the kitchen without another glance at you. 

Johnny gives you a dirty look to which you can only giggle at. You slip out of his lap, your hand never stopping its movements, and slide in between his thighs, head meeting his crotch and tongue coming out to kitten lick the tip of his dick.

“You are such a tease,” Johnny says, hand holding the back of your head and bringing you closer to his aching dick. You laugh, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. Within seconds Johnny is finishing right onto your face, most landing in your mouth but a little bit getting on your cheek, and he lets out a loud groan as he finishes. His fingers collect what landed on your face, pushing it into your mouth and you swallow before sticking your tongue back out to show him everything is gone.

Johnny doesn’t even allow himself a moment to calm down from the mind-blowing orgasm you’ve just given him. Instead, he quickly tucks himself back into his dress slacks and pulls you up off the ground. He grabs your overnight bag from the floor and heads straight to his bedroom, you trailing right behind him.

Just like the rest of the home, Johnny’s room is not what you would expect from a frat boy. His bed is neatly made, there are movie posters all over the walls, and he keeps everything on his desk organized. All of his dirty clothes are in the hamper in his closet, where they should be, and he has all of his shirts and sweaters in his closet organized by color.

Once inside the room, you crawl onto the bed and get on your back, watching as Johnny takes his suit tie off and hangs it on the outside knob of his door before slamming the door shut. He peels his blazer off, putting it back onto a hanger and into his closet where appropriate. He untucks his shirt, unbuttoning it one button at a time and you slip your hand into your underwear, fingers circling your clit lightly as you watch Johnny undress. A soft moan escapes your lips when you put pressure, toes curling at the much needed attention on your clit and Johnny laughs at the sound. He pulls his pants off, setting them on top of his dresser, then saunters over to the bed.

You spread your legs as soon as Johnny reaches the edge of the bed, leaving enough room for him to crawl in-between. Within seconds, Johnny’s hand is replacing yours in your underwear as his lips attach to yours. Your lips move in sync, tongues coming out to play with each other, and you peel your shorts and underwear down and kick them off to give Johnny more room to move. He collects your slick on his fingers, inserting two fingers into you without warning, a surprised moan getting caught in his mouth.

His fingers move in and out slowly, lips moving to suck on the skin of your neck and leave red and purple marks in its wake. You tilt your head to the side to give him more room, bucking your hips up as a silent plea to get Johnny to move faster, which he does. He drives his fingers into you quickly, thumb circling at your clit and your jaw hangs open, letting out every moan that bubbles in your throat. He pulls away from your neck for a moment, allowing you to remove your shirt before he bends down and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucks harshly on your nipple, fingers moving even faster in and out of you and your orgasm starts bubbling in your stomach. He lets the nipple go with a pop and then moves onto the other one, all the while curling his fingers to hit your g-spot and tightening the circles on your clit.

“F-fuck, Johnny—” you say, letting out a shaky breath. “I’m so close, sososo close.” Your hips buck up in an attempt to get just the tiniest bit more of pressure that will push you over the edge, but Johnny pulls his fingers away from you as soon as he feels you beginning to clench around his fingers and you whine loudly.

“What was that for?” You say with a pout, kicking your feet and on the brink of throwing a tiny tantrum. Johnny laughs, bringing his fingers up to your face and forcing them into your mouth. You lick his fingers clean, sucking on them lightly and he smiles at you before pressing a kiss onto your nose.

“Good girl,” Johnny says in a low voice. “Don’t worry, princess, you’ll get to cum. I want to try something with you, though.”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, wiping them on the bedsheets and brings you in for a deep kiss. When he pulls away, you raise an eyebrow at him and he pets your head softly. “You want to try something new?”

Johnny nods. “You wanna 69?”

You let out a tiny gasp at his bluntness, but feel yourself clench around nothing at the thought. He laughs at your reaction, grinding his hips into yours and you can feel just how hard he is through his boxers. After thinking it over for a moment, you nod and Johnny gets into position, lying on his back and pushing his boxers all the way down. You get on top of his body, positioning your head just above Johnny’s dick, letting a trail of spit fall from your mouth and onto his tip. He groans at the feeling, hands gripping onto your hips and pulling your wet heat right to his face.

You wrap your lips around Johnny’s tip, hollowing your cheeks and sucking on it tightly. Johnny lets out a loud fuck, pulling your hips all the way down and licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance. The tip of his tongue pokes at your entrance and you begin to bob your head, slowly moving up and down and stroking what you can’t fit in your mouth with your hand.

He sucks your clit between his lips quickly and harshly, forcing you to moan around his dick. His tongue licks at your clit in quick strokes and you grind down onto him, chasing your orgasm from earlier. You pull your mouth off of his dick, using your spit as lube so you can stroke him quickly and resting your head on his thigh. You press your lips to the skin of his thigh, sucking the skin into your mouth to ease the sound of the moans coming out of your mouth. One of Johnny’s hands leaves your hip, two fingers slipping right into your wet heat as his mouth continues to abuse your clit. You bite onto his thigh, forcing Johnny to groan against your clit, and within seconds you’re falling apart around his fingers, clenching tightly as your hips stutter against his face and legs begin to tremble.

You release the skin of his thigh from your mouth, hand still stroking his dick so slowly he can barely feel it, panting as Johnny licks you through your orgasm. The sound of Johnny’s lips moving against you and tongue slurping forces a blush to rise on your cheek. the thought of someone walking past his room and hearing him eat you out coming into mind. Once you’re satisfied, you pull your hips away from him, thighs shaking violently as you try to hold yourself up over his body.

“You taste like candy,” Johnny says, licking his lips and delivering a harsh spank to your ass. “Do you think you can take another, babygirl?”

You nod, flopping onto the bed beside him and flashing a smile at him. “Are you even going to last?”

“Absolutely. I’m going to fuck you ’till the daylight, baby.” He steps off the bed, grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed. “Flip over, princess.”

“Yes, daddy,” you say jokingly, flipping over and pushing onto your hands and knees.

“Don’t say that,” Johnny says, pressing his tip against your hole. He pushes into you slowly and a moan gets caught in your throat at the feeling of his long, hard length sinking into you. You clench around him once he bottoms out and slaps your ass again.

“Why? You don’t like it?” You pause for a second. “Daddy?”

Johnny wastes no time, grabbing onto your hips and quickly thrusting in and out of you like his life depends on it. Your head falls onto the bed, your mouth hanging open and letting out a moan every time Johnny bottoms out and fills you completely. You start moving back, meeting each of Johnny’s thrusts as his hand travels from your hip, up your back, and digs into your hair. He pulls your hair, forcing your body up and off the bed and you let out a surprised scream at the feeling of Johnny tugging on your hair as his hips hit your g-spot repeatedly.

“You’re so fucking nasty,” Johnny says through groans as he thrusts into you harshly. The sound of skin slapping against skin is heard in the entire room, his bed frame hitting the wall with every thrust. “Jaemin and Jeno are right next door and here you are, letting them know how good you’re getting fucked. Aren’t you embarrassed?”

You shake your head ‘no’ as best as you can with Johnny still pulling your hair tightly, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the mention of the younger boys. You clench around Johnny, and his hips falter for just a second before he’s back to his almost inhumane pace.

“J-johnny, I’m so close,” you say, clenching around him again. Johnny lets go of your hair, your upper body falling back down onto the bed, and his fingers move to rub your clit as he seemingly begins to thrust faster. 

“Come on, babygirl. Call out to them, give Jeno and Jaemin something to jerk off to tonight,” Johnny says, drilling into you and rubbing your clit harshly. 

You shake your head as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. “I c-can’t, Johnny, I can’t.”

“Do it or I’m not letting you cum,” Johnny says, pinching your clit between his fingers, pushing you even closer to the edge. He angles his hips, tip perfectly hitting your spot and within seconds, you’re tumbling over the edge with a cry.

“F-fuck, Jaem-Jeno-o-Johnny, feels so good,” you babble, clenching tightly around Johnny’s dick as he continues to thrust, letting you ride out your orgasm. The feeling of you clenching around Johnny is enough to push him over the edge. He bottoms out, pulling your hips flush against his as he finishes in thick white ropes, filling you to the brim. You fall onto the bed, Johnny’s softening dick slipping out of you, and he crouches down to be level with your crotch. He watches as his cum begins to seep out of you, two of his fingers instinctively pushing it back into you.

“Too much,” you whine. Johnny laughs, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. He slips into bed, pulling your body close to his. Your head rests on his bare chest, legs tangling with his as his arms wrap around you. He moves your hair out of your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting out a satisfied sigh and sinking further into the bed. You close your eyes, snuggling into his side.

“I’m just going to take a quick nap,” you say.

“Quick nap? Baby, it’s nearly midnight, just go to sleep.”

“Nuh-uh. You said we’re going ‘till the daylight. Give me like 30 minutes and I’ll be good to go again.”

“You’re insane,” Johnny says with a laugh, his dick stirring at the thought of going for another around.

“You love it, though.”

“You got me there.”

[doeeyeseddie]

i'm gonna write a long fic on eddie's recovery eventually, but for now have a mid-episode stream of consciousness from eddie's drugged mind:

[read on ao3]

“Still, I think it might’ve been better for him if I was the one who got shot,” Buck says, and Eddie wants to say something, wants to grab Buck and shake him and make him understand that he matters, that it wouldn’t be better for anyone if he’d been the one to get shot, but it’s also only been less than an hour since he woke up.

Barely an hour since he first came to and asked for Buck before he even realised who was at his side, that it was Ana. Ana, who told him that Buck was fine but called him immediately when Eddie’s eyes wouldn’t stop darting towards the door like he expected Buck to show up anyway. She’d told him Buck was staying with Chris, and through the drug induced haze in his mind, Eddie had smiled because that was right. Even without having talked about it, Buck knew what was best for Chris.

Half an hour since Buck arrived at the hospital, out of breath but alive and unharmed, smiling at Eddie and settling at his bedside. He’d reached for Eddie’s hand and Eddie had gripped it tightly, relieved to see and feel that Buck’s alive and well. He remembers moments from the ride to the hospital, remembers the blood on Buck’s panicked face and shirt, remembers thinking that it would be like Buck to downplay his own injuries in the face of Eddie’s. But he’s fine. He’s fine, and he’d been clinging to Eddie’s hand like he was just as worried.

Eddie had completely forgotten that Ana was still there until she’d cleared her throat and announced she was going home for a shower and a change of clothes before pressing a kiss to Eddie’s forehead and leaving the room. Eddie had looked over at Buck, feeling a little awkward, but Buck had just suggested they FaceTime Chris like nothing had happened.

Fifteen minutes since he got to see his son’s face for the first time since the morning before he got shot. He doesn’t remember most of the time since, but Christopher does, Chris had to live through that, so seeing him and telling him he loves him seemed like the most important thing to do.

Two minutes since Buck admitted that he hasn’t been dealing well with the situation, that Christopher is doing better than he is. That he lost it when he told Chris what happened. Which is another thing he wants to ask about further, but it’s not the right time.

Eddie wants to say something, wants to have the words that finally get it through Buck’s head that he’s not expendable, but his throat still hurts from being intubated, he’s drugged in a way that makes everything seem hazy and he’s so tired that every blink feels like a monumental effort.

He doesn’t think he has the words yet anyway. The thing is - when Eddie got shot, a few things clicked into place in his mind. But while he feels surer about his feelings - his feelings for Buck - than he ever has, he also knows he’s got a lot to figure out before he tells Buck. First, he’s got no idea if he’s brave enough to say anything if Buck might not ever feel the same. Then, he feels weird about breaking up with Ana when she just spent days by his side while he was unconscious in a hospital bed, but he knows he’s gonna have to do it eventually. But he also got shot in broad daylight on a busy LA street and hasn’t really had time to even start thinking about that, not even getting started on the undoubtedly long and painful road to recovery ahead of him. So there are things he needs to work through before he’s ready to even consider admitting anything to Buck.

Buck isn’t holding his hand anymore and Eddie doesn’t know how to ask for it, so he just turns his head and listens to Buck as he unsurprisingly changes the topic like he didn’t even notice the frown on Eddie’s face, telling Eddie what work is like with a sniper on the loose, like that’s not gonna worry Eddie half to death while he’s stuck in this hospital.

“Text me after every shift,” he rasps out, and Buck gives him a lopsided smile, so Eddie doubles down, “I’m serious, Buck.”

Finally, Buck slides his chair closer and takes his hand again. “Alright. Okay, Eds, I will.”

Eddie tries to smile and closes his eyes when his vision starts to swim. It’s getting harder and harder to grasp the thoughts flying around his head, but Buck’s hand in his is keeping him tethered, and he feels safe. I got you. He knows Buck is safe, for now, and so is Chris.

Before he drifts off, he thinks that maybe he should tell Buck about his updated will soon. Maybe that’d finally make him believe.

[reallyreallyreallytrying]

Let me tell you about my Saab IV

Let me tell you about my Saab. I stole it from a chieftain of the moleman species, a vicious conqueror who enslaved my meagre settlement and planned to gut me for transplants to prolong his failing body. His name was Stonebeak. He and his witch doctor would ride on chariots drawn by mutated centipedes past the tunnels where I destroyed my once-strong back breaking rocks. My hands shook on the jackhammer. My sinus was swollen with earth. Stonebeak's witch doctor crept behind me with a sharpened femur, poking my flanks and observing my reflexes. I knew the boss always switched organs on the first high tide of the season. I knew that the date was fast approaching.

Stonebeak's love of collecting surface cars was famous in the tunnels. We'd heard the revving of his Daihatsus as we lay locked in our dormitories, the snarl rattling through the metal ducting. We’d smelled the acrid puff of burning diesel seeping under doors. They would be my escape. Over many weeks I siphoned kerosene from the tunnel borer and smuggled it home in tiny sachets. I picked beetle shells out of my daily bowl of insects and stashed them in a skull under my bunk. When the time came I combined the ingredients and melted the chitin into a hard shellac lockpick. With shaking hands I cracked the lock. I said a prayer for my fellow workers, daubed wet mud on my face for camouflage and clicked the door shut behind me.

Stonebeak’s warren extended four kilometres below the surface and was made up of over a thousand kilometres of tunnel. Each day it grew bigger. The tunnels stretched from the lake floor to the canyons. There were marketplaces and dungeons. There were burrows upon burrows, rows upon rows, each filled with glistening pink molemen, hairless and nude, blue eyed and buck toothed. Their hideousness was matched by their violence. A moleman would wake up one morning and slit his own throat out of spite, thrashing his legs with rage as he drowned in blood. A moleman loved biting and kicking and fighting above all else. To escape I would need to be seen by none of them. A moleman would eat you before it reported you to guards. And I had no idea where Stonebeak’s garages were.

I crept up the dormitory tunnel to the main thoroughfare, where drunken moleman guards, savage with poisoned moonshine, murdered each other and minced the dead bodies in portable shredders. They laughed at the dead. The dead were weak. I crouched beside a burned out tractor and pushed it slowly towards the onramp to InterTunnel 1. As the sounds of revelry faded behind me I gave the tractor a push. It careened down the ramp and I heard a satisfying crash as a moleman truck ploughed into it. I skidded down the dirt slope and hauled the dazed driver out of the truck. He had a sawn-off in the cabin. I gave him a long kiss goodnight with the shotgun butt and left him draped over the tractor.

As I put the truck into gear there was a movement in the passenger seat. It was a molechild. A girl. I could tell because she lacked the distinctive fleshy collar of the males. She looked fearfully at me. “Was that your daddy?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she spat. “He was a son of a bitch. Where you goin’?”

I pointed up. “Mole truck’ll never take you there,” she sniggered. The trucks lost power close to the surface. It was how Stonebeak prevented molemen from leaving.

“No fucking shit,” I told her. “That’s why I’m going to steal one of Stonebeak’s surface cars. Do you know where he lives?”

She nodded with satisfaction. I hit the gas. We rolled down the InterTunnel past black hole after black hole. “Here,” said Molegirl, and we hit an offramp. It was paved with smooth concrete. The tunnels became less bare. There were lanterns and rock carvings. We passed quiet molemen villas, their round front doors a rich brown in the truck’s headlights. Only the wealthy had front doors. Worker molemen had bare earth burrows.

As we steered uneasily around a quiet circuit there was a flash of light ahead. Bad news. It was surface daytime. The moles slept lightly and would instinctively smash through walls if woken suddenly. They hated that. Lights on a residential street meant one thing: a trap. I swerved to the side, threw the truck into reverse and smashed the back end into the front door of a nearby burrow. Just in time. A mortar exploded on the concrete where I’d just been. Molegirl shrieked with savage delight. I swerved around the crater and gunned the engine. I’d need to find another way to Stonebeak’s garage. I burned back out to InterTunnel 1 and took the next exit. My plan was to loop around and find the other end of the circuit I’d just been on. The ramp went up and up. I passed a waterlock that led up to the lakebed. I kept driving. The bare dirt tunnel led to tarmac. The rattle of the truck was replaced by a smooth whir. The road opened up into a wide roundabout. In the centre was a jagged lump of obsidian. On one side, pale green lanterns hung above luxurious oak double doors. Unbelievable. I’d done it: I was at Stonebeak’s mansion. On the other side of the roundabout short driveways led to wide holes set side by side. This was it. I slammed my foot on the accelerator and crashed through the door of the first. My head whipped forward and back. I saw stars. Dizzily, I backed the truck out and climbed down. I staggered forward to the driver’s seat of a 1983 Mitsubishi Lancer. Beautiful car. I tried to turn the ignition but it choked and fell silent. I heard the groan of heavy machinery behind me. I heard the roar of Stonebeak, half asleep and enraged, as he staggered out of his burrow and saw the devastation. In a panic I tried to haul open the door of the next garage burrow along. Locked. I heard the thunk and click of Stonebeak loading a mortar into its launcher and crabwalked my aching, whiplashed body behind the Mitsubishi.

The blast threw me against the back wall of the burrow. There was a flare as the Mitsubishi caught fire. The door of the burrow next door swung loosely on its hinges. I hauled myself inside to find a beautifully restored, glossy black Saab 900 Turbo. An incredible marriage of style and engineering. I paused a moment to take in the view. Then I slipped into the driver’s seat. Molegirl dived through the passenger window. The key was in the ignition. I peeled out of the garage and careened straight into Stonebeak and the car stopped. We were directly on top of him, but he was huge. A full-grown moleman chief. 600 kilos of bone and muscle. The Saab’s wheels were in the air. He screamed as I revved the engine and the tyres burned him, then he reached through the window and tore off Molegirl’s door. As he reached inside she went to work. In a few moments she’d bitten off three of his fingers. Blood hosed around the interior. She grabbed the shotgun, leaned out and fired under the car. Stonebeak slumped. The car tipped slowly and slid down onto its side.

Molegirl’s forearm was pinned underneath the car. The Saab’s back wheels spun helplessly in the air. She smiled, then grimaced, as she used the vicious claws on her free hand to drag the car further out from Stonebeak’s corpse. The wheels bounced down onto the ground.

Her forearm was a pulp of bone and blood. Her moist pink face had turned grey. She rolled out of the car and lay on the stone driveway. I could hear the wail of guard trucks converging on us through the tunnels.

“Get back in if you want to live!” I called desperately to her. “I don’t,” she said. She reloaded Stonebeak’s mortar and fired it at his house, then again, then again. There was a rumble as the cavern collapsed but it was already in my rearview mirror. I hit the InterTunnel again, 200 kilometres an hour, up, up, always up, weaving around the patrols, untouchable, towards the surface, towards daylight, towards home. That’s how I got my Saab.

[folkloreguk]

Daylight (m)

A/N: SOFTNESS WARNING!!! Also idk if anyone does this but in case you want to listen to music whilst reading, I named this after Taylor Swift’s Daylight because it’s one of my favorite songs in the whole world!

words: ~ 3.1 k 

genre: smut, optional bias (male) x reader (female), just some wholesome love-making

[H/N means ‘his name’]

You had always liked driving at nighttime. Especially, when you weren’t the one behind the steering wheel. You could look out the window, watching the lit houses, admiring the decorations and searching for the moon in the sky. That night, though, heavy clouds were hovering above the whole city, so you diverted your attention to the young man driving the car, sitting next to you.

The two of you had been together for long enough, so even sitting and driving in silence had become completely comfortable to you. Soft music was playing from the speakers as you wondered how you had gotten so lucky.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, smirking, but keeping his eyes on the road.

“Just because I can,” you said, lost in thoughts. His smile was so handsome as he chuckled at your answer.

“If you keep being this cute, I might have to take the long way home,” he said. “Because I don’t want to let you go yet.”

“We can go on another date tomorrow. I wouldn’t mind,” you spoke. He grinned.

“I’d make fun of you for being obsessed with me,” he said, “But then I’d have to make fun of myself too.”

When you looked at him it really hit you. You were completely and utterly in love with him. His eyes sparkled in the dark as if they held the entire galaxy in them. Countless times you felt yourself getting lost in them while you watched him speak. His entire being had become a second home to you, and whenever you saw his arms and shoulders you wanted nothing more than to be close to him and have him hold you. You adored listening to him talk. He often argued as though his stories weren’t that exciting, but you would always fight that. The sound of his voice when he told you about his day had easily become your favorite song in the world. Everything he did only made you more attracted to him, so much it sometimes overwhelmed you. It made your chest feel so full and warm, knocked the breath out of your lungs and made you smile until your cheeks hurt. And even now, you were grinning to yourself.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you realized the raindrops on the car’s window. It might have been winter, but there was no snow in sight. Instead, with time the rain only seemed to become heavier. Within the next minute even the windscreen wipers were struggling to get rid of all the water.

As you were caught up in watching the raindrops run down the window glass, you barely noticed him pulling up in the street in front of your home. You gazed at him after he had turned off the engine.

“Don’t even think about going out in the rain now,” he warned you. “You’ll be drenched within seconds and I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“Yes sir,” you joked. “What if it doesn’t stop for an hour?”

“I guess our date will be an hour longer then. Have you never had a date in a car?”

“I guess it’s kinda romantic,” you said. “With the rain.”

He smiled at your words and your heart fluttered because he was finally looking you in the eyes after driving for so long. First, you stared into his dark eyes, then your attention slowly diverted to his lips. His perfect lips. He must had noticed, because he leaned across to your seat a little. You met him halfway there, closing your eyes.

You had kissed before, of course. But he never failed to make your head spin with a few simple touches. His tongue, that softly swiped over your bottom lip and his hands, only luring you closer by touching your neck and cheeks, were your absolute weakness.

Not one cell in your body wanted him to leave yet. You suddenly felt very thankful towards the dark clouds that had covered the moon. Instead, they had brought you more time with your lover. The kiss had started out innocently, but soon both of you were breathing heavily against each other’s lips, and your hands became touchier with every moment. Strong rain was still falling, knocking onto the roof of the car in the darkness.

“Sit in my lap,” he suddenly said. As much as you had wanted to do just that, you pulled away and looked at him.

“H/N, there’s houses all around us,” you said, worried some of your neighbors would see. “But…we could run into my house.”

He seemed to rethink his previous words, when he had told you that you would catch a cold if you ran inside.

“We could do that,” he smirked. You returned his smile, gripping the door handle from inside. Slowly, you counted from one to three as he did the same as you. Then, you opened the door.

The suddenly loud noise of the downpour startled you, but you only grabbed your bag and then quickly started running. Behind you, he was laughing, catching up to you when you had reached your front door. He was hugging you from behind, trying to shelter your head from the rain by holding up a side of his jacket.

But it was no use. Both of you were soaked when you finally had opened the door. Hastily, you shed off your shoes and ran to get towels from the bathroom.

“I might as well take off all my clothes now,” he said, walking after you into the living room. You turned your head, rising your eyebrows at him. By his expression, you could tell he had waited for your reaction already. Although the short break from kissing had distracted you, the moment you thought about his lips on yours, your hunger had returned.

Without a word, you took his hand and dragged him after you. He was grinning sheepishly when you entered your bedroom but gained his confidence back quickly.

“How would you feel if I took off your clothes instead?” you asked, your lips inches from his. There were raindrops on the tip of his nose and on his cheeks.

“It would be an honor,” he joked, touching your sides. His lips were still cold from the rain when you kissed him, and his hair was drenched when you ran your hands through it. He pulled you closer, your bodies touching, making you feel as though he might have been able to feel your heart beat as fast as it did. When you touched his hips, lifting the material of his shirt, he let out a small groan. For a moment he pulled away and let you pull it over his head.

You had seen him shirtless before, but never in this kind of situation. The farthest you had gone was making out. Neither of you was new to sex, but still, you had never gone there with him. And knowing you were probably about to, made your stomach flip in excitement.

“How did I get this lucky?” you asked, not thinking about your words. You knew you could be honest and yourself with him.

“I should be the one asking this question,” he asked, before kissing you passionately. The butterflies in your belly mixed with neediness when he slipped his hands under your shirt. You let him take it off. His hands were all over you as he reconnected your lips, the kiss now messier. He was holding your sides as he softly nudged you towards your bed. You took a few steps and he followed you, his body pressed against yours.

“Let’s get rid of these first,” you said, your hands going to the front of your pants and unzipping them. “I don’t want to get the rainwater all over my bed.”

He chuckled and followed your example. When you sat down on the edge of your bed, you felt weirdly insecure being in your underwear in front of him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, as if he could read your mind. Then he bent down to your level, kissing you deeply. At the same time, you leaned back, so he hovered over you and you lay down against your pillows. His lips brushed over your jaw, before gently kissing your neck. A small moan slipped over your lips at the sensation. He was touching your hips so delicately, as if he was handling the most precious thing in the world.

Then, his hands wandered higher, making you lift your upper body, so he could open the back of your bra and take it off. His lips, which had been kissing past your collar bones, now went lower, while his hands toyed with your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples. You whimpered, your hands grabbing his hair. 

“I love the way you sound,” he spoke, his breath hot against your skin, only adding to the pleasure you were feeling. At that, you only let out a dragged-out moan, because one of his hands had slipped between your legs. You spread them further, while his finger ghosted over your underwear, barely touching you. He seemed to like seeing your reaction, even to his small actions. His lips felt like flower petals touching you on your belly, down to your hips. When they were hovering just above where your underwear started, your hips bucked up slightly.

Softly, he chuckled and pushed your hips down with his hands. Slowly, his fingers ran down your sides and linked into the material of your underwear. But just as you thought he was going to pull it down he took some more time to kiss the insides of your thighs.

“How can you be so perfect?” he asked. You were about to answer, but he softly placed a kiss on your center. Your underwear separated his lips from your skin, and yet you sucked in a breath.

“I’m not perfect,” you said. He pulled aside your underwear.

“I think you are. So, so perfect,” he said, and then his tongue licked a thin stripe up your folds. He hummed at the taste and you pushed your head back into the sheets, moaning in pleasure. He teased your entrance with his digits, but then he had other plans. As he detached his face from your center you lifted your hips, helping him to take off your underwear completely.

With almost pleading eyes you looked at him so he would keep doing what he was doing. His expression told you, there was no reason for you to beg for anything. He would do whatever you needed him to do. Just for another few seconds he kissed the insides of your thighs, making you squeal a little whenever he came close to your center. He chuckled lightly, probably finding your reaction adorable. But he preferred your moans over your squeals.

So, he finally reconnected his lips with your center. This time, he didn’t take his time as much as before. His tongue pressed against your clit before sucking gently. Right away, he drew out another moan from you.

“Right there,” you let him know, sighing.

Sure, one-night stands were fun. But in that moment, you realized they were nothing in comparison to this. Having the person you loved most in the world laying between your legs, butterflies raging in your belly while your eyes rolled to the back of your head from how good he made you feel – nothing would ever get close to this sort of serenity. You softly ran your hand through his hair, before letting them rest on your sides.

He intertwined one of his hands with yours, the gesture only making you feel luckier. In that moment, time could have stopped – or maybe it did – you only had attention for him either way. It was just the two of you in your bedroom, no sign of anyone else or any other places you ever wanted to go.

You had never been able to let go of everything else on your mind like you were able to in that moment. Slowly, your hips moved against his mouth, while your eyes shut to focus even more. His tongue hit just the right spots after you had let him know what you liked through your moans.

But you wanted even more of him. You wanted to feel his skin against yours and his heartbeat right above your heart. You wanted to kiss him again and again and have him inside of you.

“H/N”, you said. “Come here, I want you.”

You beckoned him with your eyes and he smiled, his lips glossy and dark pink. He kissed his way up your stomach and chest, and when you felt as if you should have become impatient, you experienced the complete opposite. You loved how he took his time. If it had been up to you, this moment would have lasted for an eternity longer.

His nose touched yours just for a second, before he kissed your lips again. His tongue touched yours, not eagerly and yet leaving you breathless and hungry for more.

“In the bedside table,” you whispered against his lips and they curled into a smile. You waited patiently as he retrieved the condom and shed off his underwear to roll it on. His member stood against his abs and your stomach twisted in excitement and anticipation. When he bent down to your level again, you spread your legs so he could lay between them.

“Are you okay?” he asked, making sure you were comfortable. The question left your chest feeling warm and your head feeling fuzzy. You nodded, reaching down between the two of you and wrapping your hand around his shaft. He hissed when you moved your hand up and down a few times. Gently, you guided him to your core. He was holding himself up on his elbows on each side of your head when he pushed his hips into yours. You whimpered at how good he felt inside of you. Although your body wanted nothing more than for him to pick up the pace, push your body into the pillows and make you see stars, in that moment your pleasure didn’t even feel so important.

As he slowly thrusted into you, his brows furrowed in concentration. Delicately, you touched the side of his face, watching the stars in his eyes sparkle just for you. He looked at you like he could barely believe that you were his.

“I love you,” he said. It took a few seconds for your reaction to set in, because your mouth opened while you blinked at him without words. Of course, you were utterly in love with him, but you had never said it to each other up to this point.

“I love you too,” you said. Your smile lasted a second before he kissed you again. A small moan slipped past your lips when he hit the sweet spot inside of you, but it was muffled against his mouth. He tasted like home to you. Neither of you fought for dominance, your tongues dancing around each other. You loved the way your moans sounded when they mixed with his, and the way his hot breath fanned against your skin.

“You feel so good,” you said, to which he only deepened the kiss. Lazily, you closed your legs around his waist, wanting him as close as you possibly could, even though there was no way he could have been any closer than he was at that moment. The skin of his chest was hot on yours and you noticed every time he breathed in and out.

Instinctively, he was moving a little faster now, hands softly stroking your breasts and sides. With his forehead leaned against yours, you gazed into his eyes, barely able to keep them open for longer than a few seconds.

“Are you close?” he asked. You hummed and nodded, which was all you could do due to the way you were biting your lip. You whimpered when you felt his fingers on your clit. He rubbed quick circles onto the sensitive nub, causing your mouth to fall open, your head pushed into the pillow.

He sucked on the sensitive spot on your neck, only adding to how amazing you felt. Usually, you weren’t one to show off your hickeys, but with him you didn’t mind at all. You used to think love was a secret between two people. Now, all you wanted to do was to show the whole world how lucky you had become. You tugged on his hair softly, knowing from previous make-out-sessions how much he liked it. In response, he moaned your name quietly, and you felt the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening at the simple sound of his voice.

His thrusts were becoming sloppier and his hand drawing figure eights on your center was now making you breathless. As much as you wanted him to see in your eyes how you felt – how good he was making you feel – there was no way you could force your eyelids to stay open anymore.

“I’m gonna cum,” he moaned. You nodded, silently telling him ‘me too’.

His last thrusts were quick and messy, but they pushed you over the edge too. He reached his high a little before you did, but he never stopped moving his fingers, even when his sensitivity set in and his hips slowed down. He had almost stopped thrusting when you clenched your legs around him. A high whimper fell off your lips and your back arched off the mattress, pressing your chest against his even tighter. After another few seconds, you grabbed his wrist, signaling him he could slow down now. After he had pulled out, he hovered above you for a while, catching his breath. You grabbed the back of his neck to pull him down, his lips soft on yours. Where before there had been fiery passion, a composed tranquility came over you.

Probably physically tired, he rolled over to lay next to you and you turned to him. When you rested your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, he moved your hair out of your eyes. There were a million things you could tell him, and simultaneously nothing you needed to say in that moment. Gently, you turned your head to place a kiss on his skin. Before you would have to go back to reality, you felt it was best to simply lay in comfortable silence. With every rise and fall of his chest your eyelids grew heavier. Eventually, you gave in to the urge, drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

[rebellioussinner09]

Who’s in Control?

Sub Kuroo x dom Fem Reader ❤️

Warning: VERY INTENSE AND LOTS OF CURSE WORDS AND KAMANYAKAN HAHAHAH (CHARACTER IS ABOVE 18 here)

If there’s one thing Kuroo prides himself for is that he knows he has good stamina.

Actually good was an understatement, he knows he has *excellent stamina* not only for playing volleyball but also for bedroom activities.

And Not to mention he was rough and unforgiving when it comes to sex(at least thats what he tells himself)

And he definitely uses that gift for his own advantages,

I mean he himself witnessed on how Y/N would just loose her mind from his Overstimulation or just his thrusting in general.

And a lot of their friends and peers often jokes about on how Y/N handles Kuroo’s attitude. Because as they quote “kuroo seems to be the type of guy who’s into bdsm”

*because lets be real He wasn’t called scheming captain by his team for nothing*

And Even Kenma and Bokuto would join in on that playful banter that Kuroo needs to tone it down sometimes so that Y/N can at least breath and have a chance to keep up with him.

Kuroo would only nod and smile to those comments because oh how wrong their assumptions were.

Because if the roles had been reversed, Y/N was literally 100x worse when it comes to teasing and sadism.

His teammates cleary hasn’t seen Y/N’s all dominant glory when she’s the one taking the reigns on their relationship.

And Kuroo totally had his first hand experience on this;

There was a time where they made a bet on who could last a week on teasing before the other one break, and Y/N won that bet fair and square cause not once did he saw her Crumble, she just shrugged off Kuroo’s efforts in teasing like it was just nothing.

And the dirty talk

*oh god the dirty talk*

If kuroo had a filthy mouth that calls out degrading terms when doing the deed, Y/N was more of a sweet smoth talker that would coo and whisper sweet nothings on your ear and somehow that was 10x worse cause man that girl knows her way with her words.

She would babble out on “how much of a good boy” Tetsuro has been and on how proud she is of him while she bounces herself up and down on his cock.

At that; Kuroo can practically pinpoint the moment he realizes and accepts he is no match for a dom Y/N

So he only whimpers in response as she digs her claws at the back of his shoulders as she continue the activity on riding him.

“Who’s my sweet boy now?” Y/N asks, her fingers slowly tracing the veins on Kuroo’s biceps.

“I am” Kuroo pants desperately “I am baby please- you’re killing me”

But the girl in front of her only raises a brow back at him, she growls loudly as her hand went up to grip Kuroo’s neck

“Now that’s not one way to adress me” she demands as she squeezed the lining of Kuroo’s adam’s apple

“Mommy” Kuroo moaned below her “Im sorry Mommy please”

With a satisfied smirk, Y/N realeses her hold, she leans down to her partners eye level to give him a passionate kiss on the lips

“Ok baby. You can cum now”

As if on command, Kuroo bucks his hips against her core as he splurted his load deep inside her

“Fuck” he hisses between his teeth.

By the time he was finished, he gives Y/N a sturdy glare “You’re killing me” he groans

But his girl only giggles in response “That’s what you get for picking a fight with Bokuto today”

And that was only Level 01 of Y/N being a dom.

Level 2 was way more intense and extreme because it involves a certain strap on toy that Y/N bought online

And to be honest Kuroo was a bit hesistant at getting pegged at first, because no way in hell was he agreeing on shoving up a dildo up to his prostate,

but the protest died on his mouth the moment Y/N pushed him in all fours over towards the bed.

“Awww but baby you take me so good” she purrs as she gently tugs of Kuroo’s boxers from his waist.

“Surely a big boy like you can handle a little strap on now would you?”

Kuroo lets out a deep growl as Y/N prods a finger into his hole to at least stretch it out before she pushes the toy in

“Y/N-“ he warnes

“Yes baby?”

He was about to retort a complaint when he feels the silicon material pushed up against his p-spot

“Fuck” he curses as he grabs a fistful the sheets below him

“You okay?” Y/N asks once she was fully in.

“M’good” Kuroo breathes “Just take it slow on me baby please”

But Y/N’s definition of slow was quite the opposite cause she rutted in him almost quickly as he lets the 7 inch toy slide in and out of him.

The overwhelming sensation of being full and the constant hitting of his prostate was too much for Kuroo’s liking.

He was too absorbed in processing the foreign object against his hole he was surprised Y/N’s hand made its way into his neglected cock.

She gives it a few gentle strokes before she pulls away to trap her arms into Kuroo’s neck.

“Straighten up” she orders lowly “Look at yourself in the mirror”

And Kuroo was quick to obey as he takes his full form on the reflection in front of him.

He was on his knees on the bed while Y/N relentlessly pounds him from behind.

“That’s it baby look at how much of a slut you are” Y/N snarls as she tugs him upward again so he can get a full view of his lower abdominal muscles and his cock that is leaking out pre-cum

The pleasureable feeling of him getting fucked and the degrading words from Y/N was just enough to send him into the edge that he even almost pulled out an aheago face right then and there.

And of course Y/N’s quick eyes didn’t miss that;

“Look at the mirror when you cum” she tells him roughly “Let me see that face you make”

So he does, one quick glance into his messy reflection he’s already cumming hard. He takes and jerks his cock out of sudden reflex all in as he maintained eye contact with himself through the mirror.

And fuck does the sight before him will live rent free on his mind from now on. 😂😂

3rd and Final Level was Y/N’s style of Exhibitionism and Public Sex.

Now in their relationship its no secret that kink is somehow Kuroo’s teritory.

Once his horny in public, Him and Y/N are known to be possibly hooking up in a nearby stall or bathroom or even the storage room if they’re inside the gymnasium.

That’s what all the team knew, It was always Kuroo who initiates the first move, But what they didn’t knew is half of those sexual activity was Y/N s idea.

(At least Kuroo has the decency to at least let them do it in a secluded place where he knows is private but at the same time the possibility of anyone walking in on them excited them both so honestly that was the whole point of it so it was definitely a win win situation)

But what Kuroo doesn’t know is how his girlfriend managed to get turned on in broad daylight and in the middle of the library during a study session

(And one thing about Y/N ; if she’s the first one to get turned on; Don’t even try to think of domming, Kuroo learned that the hard way)

So here she was eyeing him up and down with lusty eyes as she drew little circles around Kuroo’s thigh

“Y/N stop it” Kuroo snaps as he gently slaps the hand away.

“Want you” Y/N breathes unto the shell of his earlobe “You’re so sexy today”

Kuroo sighs in annoyance, he then dips his head down so he could give her a small kiss on the forehead

“Hold on a little longer baby” he reasures “When we’re done with the homework we can have a little detour inside one of the classrooms”

Y/N pouts at the idea of having to wait a little longer “But I want you now”

Kuroo gives her another kiss “I know. But they’re like 50 other people here with us”

At his statement Y/N gives a sly smirk.

And Kuroo was quick enough to piece the puzzles together “Baby dont you dare-“

But it was too late, Y/N reacted quickly on knocking few of her books down to the floor catching the attention of few other students from across their table.

She mumbles a quick apology before she kneels down to retrive them.

And by retrieve it was her kneeling infront of Kuroo’s legs to palm his bulge against the fabric of his pants.

“What are you doing?” Kuroo growls “Get up”

But Y/N wasn’t taking any hints and continued to fundle with his balls “You’re already hard babe” she comments “I know you like this. You like me blowing you out inside the library while they are peolple around us”

At the suggestion of blowing him, Kuroo’s breath hitched; “Y/N Im serious” he says “Not here”

Y/N lets out a sarcastic scoff “It will be fine” she assures as she zips Kuroo’s fly down to free his aching cock “Just dont make a sound”

Without another word, she envelops Kuroo’s long shaft into the depths of her mouth.

Kuroo lets out a soft whine as he takes a quick look at the surrounding around him, luckily no one has took noticed of them yet and he thanked the Nekoma high school library for having closed tables that covered their lower halves.

He then turns his gaze back to Y/N who was busy bobbing her head up and down on his cock.

He groans again as he feels her tongue move up to the base then around to his frenulum.

“Fuxk” he curses under his breath as he feels the building organsm ripping away through his stomach down to his shaft.

“baby I’m gonna cum” he whispers as he wraps a hand on her hair to guide her head up and down.

With another quick swish of Y/N’s tongue, Kuroo lets a harsh yelp as he involunarily thrust his hips into her mouth to ride out his orgasm.

Y/N pulls away with a loud pop as she gracefully wiped away the cum stains around her lips

“See?” She mused “that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

He fixes her a stern glare “oh fuxk you” he says as he took in the mess they made.

If they keep doing random stuffs like this; Kuroo’s gonna need a change of pants and possibly change schools. (His reputation as a volleyball captain would clearly be damaged) but when he tooks in the sighs of his girlfriend’s smirk and lewd face in front of him, Kuroo wouldn’t trade it for the whole world.