#he just shoots his free throws all silently pissed off

[littlecorpselady]

To be held.

°Part 2 to 'dead to the world' ♡

Just a couple of minutes felt like eternity. An eternity spent staring at the woman across the room. Her eyes looked wild, eye bags denting the area beneath her eyes. After a while, finally, she stands up from the mattress. Briefly shooting back daggers in Bos' direction before shutting the door as she left. No click though, she hadn't found the keys to lock it yet. As he could recall, the arm of the gurney had been wobbily, weakened down with years of use. It might be loose enough. With two strong kicks, it breaks. A little too easily though, it'll have to be fixed later. With one arm a little more free, he reaches out and grabs a knife from his toolbox. Using it to cut away at the leather restraints and tape. It took a good couple of minutes, occasionally shooting a look at the door before resuming. The moment he was free, the knife was promptly stuffed in his pocket before wiping the glistening sweat off his brow. By the time tonight was over, he was going to need a good couple of beers. Maybe budweiser.

You searched through his stuff for anything else helpful, finding another bottle of warm water in the process. Noticing the yellow truck outside, you popped open the drivers seat with no troubles. Promptly searching it throughly just to be stopped by the gun pressing to the back of your head. It was Bo. You didn't need to look back to know. The tension was overwhelmingly silent as he slowly leaned forward until he was close enough to whisper into your ear, tone calm yet laced with threat. "Who are you?" Not answering led to the gun pressing firmer against you and a firmer tone. "Answer me." You laughed, so hard it hurt. Your lungs felt tight. You don't know what more from, though. The laughing or his hand now wrapped around your throat, squeezing forcefully.

The laughing pissed him off to a new degree. Not even throwing and manhandling you eased the anger clawing at him from the inside out. Bashing your head hard against the truck leaving a gash on your forehead. He only began calming down once you were chained up by the ankle in the basement. Looming above for a moment before bending down to your level, meeting your gaze. "I'm not going to have to ask again am i?" You slowly shook your head. "Spit it out then."

Time passes and the basement practially becomes prison over the course of what might have been weeks now. You honestly don't know anymore, there was no point in counting anymore. The only thing you kept track of was how often he'd come by. Sometimes if you were lucky enough he'd remember to bother feeding you. The food was typically cold or just leftovers. Sanity slowly slipped through your fingers, and he was to blame for it. You'd catch yourself waiting for the sound of his footsteps, the click of the door before it swung open. Each time you got a little too inpatient for it, you cussed yourself out throughly. Almost on cue, the door clicks and creaks open. You head must've popped up a little too enthusiastically because he doesn't miss the chance to remark "missed me?" Sitting up, he kneels down in front of you and reaches out to cradle your head in his hands. They were cold bizarrely enough considering the summers heat. You don't what force compelled it but you ended up leaning in, pressing yourself firmer into his grasp. His thumb slowly beginning to caress your cheeks before he wets his chapped lips and leans in pressing a firm kiss to your forehead. For a moment, just a second your eyes flutter shut savouring that odd piece of warmth. The kissed lingered before being ripped away. The only piece of affection you've had in who knows how long. Opening your eyes, he smiles

back at you. It was disgusting how it made you crumble, melt into his grasp. Falling right into where he wants you. This wasn't supposed to happen.

His chest was flush against yours, hands all over the place before settling on your hips. His blue eyes fixated on watching your face with each snap of his hips. The thrusts were slow but deep, pressing himself to the hilt. Keeping a firm grasp on his sweaty back, you bury you head into the crook of his neck just to be yanked away by the back of your hair clenched in his fist. His hands were rough, they always were and yet you forced yourself to find comfort in it. Made yourself at home, accepting the gore and grime which came along with that home. Anything for the feeling of security. In anyone's arms. Even Bos.

[moontsuki]

Love me till it hurts

Summary: Haikyuu boys argue with you, then you get into a near death experience

Ft: Tsukishima

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Tsukishima:

You don't even know what you two were fighting about.

But whatever it was it was bad right? It escalated to the point where it was a screaming match.

As if you both were challenging each other who could scream the loudest and say the most hurtful and degrading shit to each other.

It was personal attacks, he started off smart and snarky but resorted to throwing your insecurities in your face.

Kei usually is one to keep things to himself but today, both of you were pissed and weren't giving each other any type of pity

"FUCK YOU Y/N, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" He screamed

"What's wrong with me? You're the one loosing your shit over something so small." You say in more a taunting tone.

He starts to laugh, "fucking hell y/n, you're so difficult to love." He stops and starts again "have you ever gotten the picture that I want to leave?"

Your cheeks turn red, from the anger and frustration building up. "YOU KNOW WHAT! I'll make it fucking easier for you, ill fucking leave. I don't have to deal with this shit. "

"FINE FUCKING LEAVE! I DON'T NEED YOU" he yelled.

You slammed the door with a 'fuck you' following behind you.

You walked out the apartment complex, trying to get some fresh air to clear your mind. Thinking the best idea was to walk around town to calm down. Hours went by and you stopped by you and Kei's favorite boba shop, passed by the little stores you would always go with Kei and just began to miss him.

You just wanted to be in Kei's arms, to hold him, to love him. Time for everything to be resolved. Time that you feel you're wasting just standing here pissed off. You have every right to be pissed off, angry and hurt.

You deserved time for yourself, to feel all the emotions you are feeling. Of course you're not going to immediately forgive him, but its not exactly like you were 100% innocent.

You decide to walk back, walk back to your home. Pushing through crowds with only one goal to get back home. You walked through crowds until you were left with a few people around you.

You weren't lost but you didn't exactly know where you were, and you weren't alone either. Someone was following you, someone that didnt look familiar. You were unaware of this until just now, when you came to your senses.

You began to become nervous and scared. Turning corners and entering a alley. Quickly pulling out your phone to call Kei.

He declined, you called again. Straight to voicemail..

You leave a message, whispering " tsukishima kei, I swear to god. S- someone's following me, I don't know who and I don't even know where I am. KeiKei, he's getting closer please I don't know what to do."

The man grabs you from behind, grabbing your hand with the phone. Your dumbass drops the phone but the call doesn't end. He's bigger than you, his shoulders are broad and he towers over you The man spoke in a threatening tone "If you scream I wont hesitate to shoot you." He slowly pulls out a gun and presses it against your stomach.

"Give me all your fucking money." you hand him your purse with a wallet holding 24 dollars. "That wont cut it sweetheart." he says, running his free hand down your waist centering above your core.

You kick him from behind and punched him in the face. The man was pushed back due to the sudden impact, you take this time of vulnerability and begin to disarm him. Grabbing his hand in attempt to throw the gun. Unfortunately for you your efforts had failed. "You little slut" he slaps you and grabs you, holding you at a grip that you know will leave a mark.

You push him off, thrashing out of his grip, and that's when the world went silent. A shot, two to be exact, somewhere on you. All you remember is falling on the ground, reaching for your phone. "I love you"

That's all you remember before blanking out.

While all this was happening, Tsukishima was laying in your shared bed pissed off. His phone lights up the room, he declines, silence fills the room again but is broken with another ring.

He looks at his phone, his favorite photo of you lights up the screen. His face softens and he's reminded of the hurtful words he's said to you. He declines the call once again to think, to think about how to fix what he's broken.

Few minutes later, he gets a notification. (1) New voicemail.

His face turns pale, he grabs a jacket and runs runs to find you. Bolts down the apartment stairs, running out of the complex. Calling 911 and telling them your situation. Sweat sheen on his forehead he tracks your phone to find your location. Running around looking insane he comes across an alley way, then. You.

Running to you with 911 still on call, holding you in his grasp. Pulling you onto his lap.

"PLEASE SEND HELP" he says while holding back sobs "SHE WAS SHOT, PLEASE!" he draws his attention back to you, trembling words leave his mouth "Y/n, p-please. You're going to be okay, Were going to be okay. " Holding pressure to your wound in hopes for help coming soon..

-

Your eyes slowly open, coming back to your senses. Monitors around you, small tubes attached to your weak body and you quietly say groggily "Tsuki.." A trembling figure at your side, holding your hand. "I'm here my love." he says. You begin to say "I'm s-" he cuts you off "shh. I'm so sorry my love, this is my fault. If I- "

You heart squeezes at the words but you knew it wasn't fully his fault so you interrupt him once again "You're okay, and were okay."

He stands up, moving closer to you, You slowly turn to look at him. His hand trembles as it slowly meets your face. Kei is shaking, he looks pale and scared "I'm sososo sorry, I love you so much." Placing a kiss on your neck and a carefully above your wound. "I know we fought but your wounds are my wounds, and ill do whatever I can for us to fully heal. I love you."

[katsu28]

coming home

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x reader

summary: Rooster’s homecoming doesn’t quite go as planned, but all’s well that ends well (i still suck at summaries but oh well) 

warnings: swearing, mentions of Rooster and Mav’s near death experience, insinuations to sex 

a/n: did someone say abandon all my other wips for now and finally let the rooster bradshaw brainrot settle in? :D

i added him and a few other top gun: maverick characters to my taglist form but feel free to message me or shoot me an ask if you'd like to be added!

masterlist + taglist

You hardly slept when Rooster was deployed. You couldn’t sleep, not when he was out there doing god knows what and you didn’t know if he was okay. And you knew it was stupid, that this was his job and he always came home to you in one piece, but you couldn’t help but think that there would be one time where your worst fear would come true. 

Tonight was no exception. 

All you could do was toss and turn in bed, counting down the hours until the empty space beside you was filled by his annoyingly loud snoring form, and you could relax again. 

Before you could fall into a fruitless sleep, your phone buzzed on the table next to you. 

roo <3: coming home tomorrow. meet me @ the hard deck, 6PM. can’t wait to kiss you ♡

You couldn’t help the grin that split your face as you tapped out a response. 

y/n: see u tmrw handsome <3

Now you could go to sleep a little bit easier. 

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You pulled up to the Hard Deck at 6PM sharp, fixing your hair and touching up your lip gloss one last time before hopping out of your car and heading for the doors. 

“Hey, Y/N!” A cheerful and familiar voice called, causing you to turn and come face to face with Bob, one of Rooster’s dagger squadron friends. 

“Hey, welcome back!” You reached out, rubbing his shoulder affectionately. 

“Yeah, thanks! Glad to be back,” Bob nodded rapidly. “Y’know, Rooster’s really lucky to be back in one piece. What he did out there was super dangerous, risking his life in enemy territory like that.” He chuckled like you knew what he was talking about, but your brow just creased in confusion, and he must’ve taken it as concern, because he quickly tried to save face. “But super heroic! Saved Maverick’s life and all, totally didn’t almost die!” 

You froze, barely registering Bob saying a hurriedly awkward goodbye as your mind tried to wrap around the fact that Rooster had almost died, and he didn’t even tell you. Most of you was relieved he was still alive, but there was still a part of you that was pissed the fuck off that he just forgot to mention this small detail in your daily video chats, and it was that part of you that had you storming into the bar. 

Clocking in on Rooster leaning against one of the pool tables in the back immediately, you stalked over to him angrily. His eyes lit up when he saw you, opening his arms for a hug, but you just gritted your teeth as you barrelled into him. 

“You! Absolute! Fucking! Asshole!” You snapped, harsh smacks against his firm chest punctuating your every word. All of Rooster’s friends fell silent, watching you both with wide, expectant eyes. But he had the nerve to look bewildered. 

“Baby?” He wondered aloud, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, searching for any semblance of an explanation on your end. You just stared back at him, breathing heavily. 

Rooster was confused, you were confused, everything was a jumble of emotions balling tight in your chest, but one very quickly broke through the rest of them—relief. He was still here. 

Rooster was home. 

You grabbed his stupid Hawaiian shirt in your fist and you kissed him, smashing your lips against his firmly. Maybe a little too much so, seeing as the force of your kiss knocked the aviators right off his forehead, to which he fumbled to slide them into his breast pocket before splaying his hands across your back as he let out a surprised grunt at you throwing yourself at him and kissed you back with just as much fervor. It was a messy kiss—all clashing teeth and desperate clutching hands—so much so that you almost forgot you were in the middle of a packed bar. 

Key word—almost. 

“Ten bucks says they’re gonna go for a quickie real soon,” Hangman’s drawling voice drew snickers from the rest of the naval aviators and a middle finger in the air from Rooster. 

You pulled away from Rooster breathlessly, smoothing down his shirt clumsily before punching him on the shoulder; light enough so it didn’t actually hurt him, but hard enough so he knew that just because you kissed him, didn’t mean you weren’t still upset. 

“I’m so mad at you right now.” You hissed. 

“I can see that,” He mumbled, still looking a little dazed. “You wanna…go outside and talk about it?” You didn’t respond, just letting Rooster guide you through the crowded bar and outside to the much quieter beachfront with a hand on the small of your back. The breeze coming off the ocean was cool, a nice contrast to your heated cheeks as you stared clench-jawed out at the lapping waves. “Talk to me, honey.” 

“You almost died…and I had to hear it from Bob???” You exclaimed, turning to face him seethingly. Rooster’s eyes widened at your words, mouth falling open but no words coming out. “Were you even gonna tell me? Or were you just planning to brush it under the rug and pretend nothing happened?” 

“Of course I was going to tell you, I just didn’t want you spiraling before I got back to explain the whole story! Because I know how worried you get, and I didn’t want you giving yourself an ulcer freaking out about me,” He shot back, more desperate than frustrated with his hands lodged in his hair. “I was planning on telling you tomorrow, I swear. I just—I just wanted a night, okay? One night with my buddies and my beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend after the craziest mission of my entire life, baby. But I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I know I should’ve.” 

You suddenly felt horrible for blowing up on him back inside, clamping a hand over your mouth tearfully. “God, no, I’m the one who should be sorry, Roos. You’re right, you deserve to relax. I shouldn’t have come at you like that in there.” 

Rooster stepped forward as soon as he saw your chin begin to wobble, bringing you into his arms tightly. “Hey, it’s okay, baby, you were worried. I get it.” He sighed against your hair. “But I’m here. I’m still here, I’m safe.”

“I know, I just…I don’t know what I’d do without you, Bradley.” Your voice was barely audible, so soft that Rooster probably wouldn’t have heard your words at all if you weren’t tucked against his chest like you were now. 

But you called him by his first name. Not Rooster, or Roos, or even Roo—Bradley. His full government name. That was how he knew how much this was affecting you. 

“You don’t have to do anything without me, baby, I’m right here,” He assured you gently, giving you another tight squeeze. You just sighed, pressing your cheek against the soft cotton of his Hawaiian shirt, right above his heart. Because if you closed your eyes and just listened to the steady thudding of his heart, then maybe—just maybe—you could convince yourself that Rooster almost dying a thousand miles away was just some freak accident. That it wouldn’t happen again. 

“I love you so much, Roos.” You gazed up at him lovingly, brushing your knuckles across the scar on his cheek, and he smiled, turning his head to kiss your fingertips lightly. 

“I love you more than anything, Y/N. More than life itself.” He murmured, whispered words ghosting across your skin in a promise that Rooster intended to keep forever, as long as he was still breathing and even when he no longer was. Leaning down, he nudged his nose against yours, his mustache tickling your cheek. “Now can I pretty please with a cherry on top kiss my perfect girlfriend without her smacking the shit out of me? That actually kinda hurt, by the way.” 

“Shut up.” You shook your head with a huff of laughter that died on your lips as soon as Rooster kissed you again. As opposed to your earlier, very emotionally charged kiss, this one was tamer. Sweeter. Like you were saying ‘nice to see you’ instead of ‘I’m really pissed off at you’. Like everything was better now that Rooster was home, and you were home in his arms too. 

“Whaddya say we get out of here and head home?” Rooster mumbled against your mouth, lips curving into a cheeky smile. 

“What happened to wanting to spend a night with your buddies?” 

“Honey, there are a hundred other things I’d rather be doing than spending another second with those dumbasses. Starting with,” He hummed, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of your shorts and giving them a little tug, “getting these off and on the floor of our bedroom.” 

“Slow your roll, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” You snorted, batting his hands away. “You’re gonna be the one paying Hangman that ten bucks if we leave right now.” 

“Call me Lieutenant Bradshaw again and I’ll give him however much he wants as long as we leave right now.” 

“Lead the way.” 

Rooster pumped his fist in the air before lacing his fingers through yours and all but yanking you across the sand to his blue Bronco in the parking lot, but not before shoving a ten into a very confused looking Fanboy’s hands with a haphazard mumble of ‘give that to Bagman’. 

Then you were off, Rooster gunning it through the empty streets of Fightertown (and probably breaking the speed limit all the while) to give your pilot a proper welcome home. 

[thesolferino]

Touchdown

⤷ dream x f!reader.

⤷ genre: smut, minors please keep scrolling!

⤷ word count: 3.2k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon

— summary: clay loses a football game, and while he’s already mad, you decide to rile him up even more.

“God fucking damnit.”

Clay muttered, pulling his helmet off and slamming it against one of the benches as he said the last word, making you almost jump as you quietly trailed along behind him, feet following in his footsteps. He ran a sweaty hand through his hair, wiping beads of sweat off the sides of his face as he moved towards his locker, carelessly hanging the helmet in its place as he huffed a frustrated sigh.

The locker room was empty, no traces of anyone’s belongings left, as Clay took his sweet time yelling and arguing with the coach after he instructed the rest of the team to change and get out of his sight; everyone had left before he even reached the lockers. The game hadn’t ended well for his team - the game tied, and he was feeling confident, patting their center, Nick, on the back in encouragement, shooting a pearly smile to those who cheered them on and filled the bleachers. They played overtime, and a coin was tossed, during which his team ultimately lost. Looking back on it in the pessimistic state that he was in now, throwing the towel he used to wipe his face at the wall, that should’ve been the first sign it wouldn’t end well. 

The other team scored one final touchdown in the last three minutes of the game, the crowd’s cheers and protests mixing as the opposing team’s points shot up by six, leaving them victorious by one single point and Clay upset, pent up rage and bitterness stuck inside his body with nowhere to go now that the game was over and balls couldn’t be thrown. He stayed arguing with the coach for longer than he should have, even though he simply refused to budge. You’d managed to come down from the bleachers just in time to see him hold back a curse and speedwalk towards the lockers, following close behind, not even daring to call out his name.

“Damnit!” he shouted again, sitting down on the bench, running both of his hands through his hair fervently, huffing out large exhales every time they moved back and forth. The rest of his gear was still on despite coming here specifically to change - his jersey was still draped over his large shoulder pads and chest, one glove on and the other chucked at the wall as well as the towel, shorts and knee pads in place, too. You carefully reached out to place a warm hand on his shoulder, at least giving him some type of assurance, hoping it would calm the fire that burnt in him, mighty and frantic, at least a little. 

It seems to do nothing, though, and the fire in him just keeps growing taller and stronger, flames licking farther up his throat, seconds away from escaping, burning him to ashes.

They do exactly that - they engulf his entire body, and for the split second that his gaze catches yours, you can see his eyes glint with flames, before he stands up so quickly it makes you dizzy, and presses his lips to yours hungrily. His fire engulfed you, spreading through you like an infectious disease, warmness swarming you from head to toe as he pulled you closer to him by the waist, leaving fiery fingerprints everywhere his hands touched you like hot coal.

He grunted into your kiss as he walked forward, backing you into the wall. The kiss was so unruly, so much more dizzying than any of the delicate ones you’d share in your bedroom - it was forceful, daring, scratchy, and when both of his rough arms wrapped themselves around your waist and he murmured: “Jump.” into your mouth, you knew you weren’t leaving that room without bruises. 

Despite being aware of that, though, you couldn’t help but test his dominance, at least a little bit. Being bratty was second nature; after all, you were the air to his fire. When you blew strong enough, you could calm it down, but when you blew however you pleased, you’d ignite it more intensely than any gasoline ever could. And you couldn’t take the fire out this time, so you might as well fuel it to the best of your abilities. 

“I don’t want to. And take off the uniform, you’re not gonna fuck me with those shoulder pads on.” 

He pulled away, staying close enough to your face so you could feel every riled exhale, enough so you could see his jaw clench and green eyes boring into yours so madly that you almost cowered under his gaze - however, you persisted. There was really no reason to answer like that, and both of you knew it, but you wanted to toy with him, have him earn your submission, no matter if he’s pissed out of his mind or not. In hindsight, that may have not been a good idea, and you realised that the longer he said nothing and stared at you in pure anger, but there’s no going back now, is there?

“I’ll fuck you however I want.” Clay muttered through gritted teeth. “And you’ll like it no matter what.”

With that, his arms were back around your hips, lifting you off the ground as if you weighed nothing, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist when he pushed you to lean against the wall. His lips were glued back onto yours in no time, your hand automatically darting to bury itself in his hair and pull, his fingers on your hips so tight they’d surely leave red marks. His lips left yours and you almost whined but held back when they moved to your neck, barely wasting any time before biting down on it, earning a gasp from you that you foolishly hoped he didn’t hear despite knowing there’s no way he missed it. He sucked on it, hard, to the point that you knew there’s no way it could be any shade other than dark, dark purple in a couple days’ time. 

He set you down briefly, and you did your best to try and hide how impatient and upset you were getting, but he grabbed the hem of his jersey and pulled it up, tossing it to the side before getting rid of the shoulder pads as well, your eyes swerving over his sweaty, naked chest as he silently raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to do the same. You did nothing except lift your gaze back to Clay’s and stare at him with no emotion whatsoever.

“Take it off.” He commanded, gaze switching between your chest and eyes, waiting for you impatiently. You exhaled through your nose, just short of a chuckle.

“Do it yourself.” You shot back, seeing him cock his head to the side in an attempt to compose himself and flush down the anger, despite knowing it won’t work. 

“You’re so fucking annoying.” He scowled, hands immediately grabbing at your shirt and pulling it off, fingers quick on your back, fiddling with the clasp of your bra. 

“And yet you still wanna fuck me like a dog in heat.” You retorted when the clasp loosened and he pulled the fabric down your arms, pressing another hungry kiss to your lips while he rolled one of your nipples through his fingers.

“You think you’ll still be talking to me like this when you’re begging me to cum and I say no?” Clay whispers in your ear right before his mouth moves down to circle his tongue around your other nipple, and neither of you fail to notice the goosebumps that cover your whole body. You don’t even get to manage a word out, syllables falling back into your throat when you swallow upon feeling his hands sneak themselves under your skirt, gripping your thighs. 

“With how she’s talking, I’m sure my little brat isn’t wet right now. Right?” you feel your heart speed up when his hand moves a little further to the right and runs his fingers over your damp panties, brushing over your opening, fingers barely ghosting your clit. His pointer finger catches onto the fabric and pushes the underwear aside, leaving space for his middle finger to feel the juices that pour out of you, his touch feeling incredibly cold against your heat, feeling the tips of his fingers coat themselves in you before pulling away. His eyes meet yours paired with a smug smirk that you’ll never get to erase out of your memory.

“Oops.” he grins. “Seems like I was wrong.”

And then, when you least expect it, his fingers shove themselves in you, eliciting a muffled whimper, legs stumbling backwards to lean on the wall again when they start pumping in and out, lewd noises deafening you as you feel drops of wetness slipping down your thighs. He still persistently works his fingers inside your underwear, thumb sneaking inside too to rub at your clit, and that’s when he pushes a moan out of you, a sign of defeat - music to his ears. You can’t help it, can’t help any of it when it feels so good, when every time his wet finger brushes against your clit it sends a jolt through your whole body, your own hands twitching at the movement. 

Your whole body sets aflame, head blazing, sweat escaping through strands of your hair the longer he keeps going, fingers stuffed in you, thrusting in and out like it’s his last, pushing you towards your orgasm more and more. Sure enough, your stomach starts twisting and your abdomen coils, something inside you pushing you off the walls as you arch more and more and grind into his unrelenting fingers. 

“Cl-Clay… fuck, I’m-!” just as the words pass your lips, his fingers pull out, and the pleasure is entirely gone, ripped away from your hands as you stare up at him, feeling betrayed. Your hands instinctively move to your heat, as if of their own free will, but he grabs at your wrist before they make it to their destination.

“Don’t you dare. You come when I say so. I think I’ve made that very fucking clear, haven’t I?” Both of you know he’s stripped you of your brattiness when you say nothing, just swallow to mend your dry throat and quietly nod - you hate it, he loves it.

Clay pulls his shorts and underwear down his legs, and that’s when you realise you’re finally getting what you’ve been waiting for, so you hook your fingers around the waistband and pull your panties down, stepping out of them when you notice his cock, finally free and painfully throbbing as he strokes himself a few times. His eyes catch sight of the way you practically drool watching him, and he does nothing but scoff before your eyes meet.

“Get on the bench. All fours.” He commands and you comply, climbing onto one of them, arms and legs trembling where you place them.

“Watch your balance. I won’t be slow.” Clay says, guiding his cock into you, slowly pushing the tip inside as you hold your breath, waiting for him to just get on with it, already plenty stretched from the way his fingers fucked you open just seconds before.

“Won’t you now?” You murmur in irritation, words escaping you before you can even rationalise the fact that they won’t do you any good right now. “If you can’t play good, at least try to fuck me good.” 

He stopped in his tracks and you froze, only realising that you may have crossed the line after the words were already long out of your mouth, and you opened it to apologise, but didn’t even get to inhale properly when he suddenly buried himself in you to the hilt, almost tearing you apart when his hips collide with yours and you let out a pained yelp, his cock stretching you out ten times more than his fingers had.

You felt his whole hand wrap itself around your throat before he pulled you up by it, pressing his lips close to your ear so you could hear every last breath of his.

“You know I play as good as I fuck - and best believe, I’ll fuck that brat out of you.” Clay growled into your ear before pushing you back down, not even giving you time to grip the bench before pulling out and thrusting back in with a low groan, setting a fast pace from the start.

You bit down on your lip with more and more force with every thrust - he filled you to the hilt every time, and you were sure you were drawing blood by now, a slight metallic taste coating your tongue from how hard you were holding back your moans. You were absolutely not gonna let him fuck the brat out of you.

He kept pumping into you wildly, pace brutal and unforgiving, and it took everything in you to be as quiet as possible, but then you felt a cold finger carefully rub at your sensitive clit, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore, a loud moan getting pushed out of your throat.

“Fuck! Clay…” you whimpered, trying to stabilise yourself on your shaky arms but barely succeeding because the more he pumped inside of you, the more it felt like he was forcing every thought in your brain out, replacing it with only him and his name. The hand gripping your hips left them, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulling it whenever he thrusted back in, making you hiss out in a sick mix of pleasure and pain.

“F-Fuck, I…” your throat ran dry from how fast and ragged your breathing stayed - it felt like he was going faster and faster every second.

“This good enough for you, princess?” he exaggerated, mocking you, a little out of breath himself as he pushed farther and farther, thumb never leaving your clit. You swallowed, not able to give him a proper response besides dumbed down words and broken syllables. He angled himself a little different with the next thrust, which made him dive into a spot he hadn’t touched before, making you see stars as you let out a huge gasp, grabbing at his arm that pulled on your hair in a blind attempt to ground yourself.

“R-Right there… fuck, please don’t-don’t stop!” you cried out, a new wave of heat flooding your entire body as he kept hitting the same spot over and over again, making you blind, white imprinted behind your eyelids. Your brain, along with any rational thoughts turned off completely, leaving you with nothing but moans and gasps of his name and how scarily good his cock felt in you.

You felt your climax creeping up on you, slowly but surely, the heat from every part of your body accumulating in the pit of your stomach, feeling the knot ready to come undone any second now. You clenched around him painfully, unable to help the spasms, seconds away from orgasm to the point you could practically taste it. It seemed like Clay could taste it, too, because he slowed down, thrusting into you lazily, like he hadn’t fucked your brains out a moment ago.

“Say sorry.” he said, voice as stable and confident as ever, unwavering compared to your shaky, barely still there one. 

“Wh-what?” It took the words a second to make their way from your ears to your brain, hazy mind clouded with nothing but him, unable to process what he’s even saying when he’s buried so deep in you.

“I said, say sorry.” he bumped into your sweet spot once again, leaving you mewling and your eyes closing on their own.

“I’m sorry. So sorry.” you stuttered, trying to piece your thoughts together while you could.

“Sorry for what?” he asked. “Sorry for the things you said, or sorry because you know I won’t let you come?” 

“I’m-I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t-… I promise I didn’t mean it… Please, let me come, baby…” you whimpered out, grabbing at his arm again, trying to gain the little bit of sympathy you hoped he still had left.

“You’ll have to beg a little harder for me to even think about it, princess.” he chuckled, like the whole thing was damn hilarious, working his fingers on your clit again as your breathing stammered and you fought your best to get some words out.

“God, baby, please, you-you know I didn’t mean it… I’m sorry, so sorry…” you breathed out with another tired gulp. “You-...I-... please, baby, you can’t do this, I’m sorry, okay?”

“I can do whatever I fucking want to and I have some reason for it. What’s stopping me from using you like my own little fuckdoll right now and leaving you here with nothing except my own cum dripping out of you? What’s stopping me?” Clay snapped, pulling you by the hair again. You gulped again, feeling actually nervous this time.

“I… Please, baby, I won’t do it again, I’m sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t mean any of the stuff I said, please, can you just-” 

He interrupted you mid sentence with such a rough thrust that you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, his fingers back on your clit, feeling like you’re getting lifted up to the skies themselves once again. He managed to find the same angle, hitting the spot that made you feel hell and heaven all at once, pleasure prickling at every part of your body as you loudly moaned, putting no effort into concealing it or keeping silent anymore.

You felt the knot in your stomach once again, quicker than ever, slowly unraveling itself and your cries turned into ramblings, begging him to let you come.

“Pl-please, can I please… Fuck! Please, can I- I’m so close, shit, baby, can I please-” you stuttered, tears starting to pool in the corners of your eyes as you could almost touch your climax.

“Fuck, baby. Come for me.” 

As soon as the words escaped his lips, you felt the knot finally untie itself and you let out a guttural moan, not caring who would hear or not - the pleasure was sickeningly sweet, almost making you ill, knocking you to your elbows as you couldn’t see, hear, feel nothing except the wave of pleasure washing over you repeatedly, beads of sweat running down your body.

The clenching of your heat against him while you climaxed drove Clay to the brink of insanity, coming himself before he could even realise it, filling you up to the brim with a few final thrusts. He stayed inside you for a few seconds while you were catching your breath, watching you uncontrollably spasm around him as you came down from the high, clenching around him every so often, all your senses overstimulated.

When your breathing evened out, he finally pulled out, grabbing the box of tissues from his locker as he slowly started to clean you up, wiping over your sensitive parts, holding you up lightly by the stomach so you wouldn’t fall whenever he touched one of the tender parts. You huffed out a large exhale.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Clay. Remind me to never provoke you after a game again, what the fuck.” you said, voice still shaky, and you heard him cackle behind you.

“I’ll probably be mad for the rest of the day anyways, but whatever.”

“You played good, by the way. Really good. I just wanted to piss you off.” You admitted, watching him stand up and look at you with a knowing smile, before pressing a light peck against your lips. 

“Yeah, I figured.”

[aloneatpeace]

In another universe

Chapter 14

The scarlet witch

"Hayward is not getting anywhere near you guys. he can... " dean look at boys seeing them smile excitedly "piss off" he give them a wink.

Jeeps and trucks stop in front of you. agatha float above them as the crew jump out the vehicle rising there gun at you.

"same story different century. they all come with pitchforks and torches for ladies like us ,y/n" agatha lift the soldiers of the ground then drop them.

" no " you use your magic to catch them before release them .

you turn to the boys " boys handle the military . mommy will be back " you flew away towards agatha.

Oliver and charile grin at each other. oliver freeze the time as charile collect the guns and drop them behind where his father standing. they high five each other.

as the adults look at them astonished.

Hayward get out of the car and shoot at them only for bonnie to stop them the one bullet pass by her but oliver use his power to catch the bullet.

" nice tricks " she smile at your boys

" I like your too" oliver return the gesture.

klaus speed towards Hayward to snap his neck.

" wait a minute " dean run towards Hayward and punch him in the face knocking him out.

" l say we kill him" klaus said

"trust me i want to too but that will bring more trouble." dean and klaus walk back towards the others.

Alex bring the boys to his side hands on their shoulder.

"so you have powers huh? " kol grin at the boys

"yeah just like our mom " oliver said proudly Alex smile down at him

" what your name ? " sam ask them.

" my name is oliver and that my brother name is charile " oliver point his brother Alex look down at him frowning when seeing charile sad  face.

" hey you alright buddy? "Alex kneel besides him.

charile let out a sigh " is mom's going to be okey?"

they smile at his concern for his mother and Alex take his hands in his " your mother is a strongest woman I ever seen. don't worry about her everything is going to be fine "

you disappear from the sky agatha stand on roofs edge and you come behind her manipulating her Thoughts .

agatha was now tied a post in forest the palace was dark . "what are you doing?? "

you walk around her standing in front of her " you see there is difference between you and me it is that you did this on purpose "

the dead witches start to crawl out the ground and trees

"no..no.. no " they start to move forward to agatha

" please dont do this I beg you " you silently stand there as they crawl towards agatha..

agatha stop her struggles and the witches stop there movement also.

" y/n.y/n"

"y/n.y/n"

the witches starts to your name again and again as they now move towards you.

"you are a witch"

"you are the scarlet witch"

" told you " agatha free her self as they now grip your arms push you towards the post.

" the harbinger of chaos "

now you are the one that tied to the post with the witches around you.

agatha stand in front you " power isn't your problem y/n it's knowledge. give me your power and i will correct the flaws in your original spell."

you could feel a crown appearing in your head you tilt your head before blasting every witches away you run at agatha making the the illusion disappear as you float in the sky.

Thunder and dark clouds appear

"take it " you throw your power at agatha.

"I don't want it " another blow after blow you throw your power agatha . she laugh hysterically as she absorb your power.

" release your burden " you throw a hug balst at her you stop for minute your skin start to lose  it's color and moisture you become lifeless

" there is more. I want it all " agatha laugh like a manaic you throw another blast and she absorb it all your red mist flow out your body to Agatha's chest.

you float in sky like a lifeless doll.

agatha let out a satisfied hum feeling your power her body. "about our deal once cast spell can never be changed " she give you fake sad face " this world you made always be broken ...just like you ".

she thrust her hands to you but nothing come out of it. you start to gain your energy back the thunder cracks loudly. agatha look back to see the runes in the  the hex glowing red.

" in a given space a witch who cast them can use her magic " you repeat her words now fully back to your previous state

" Runes "

agatha shake her head in disbelief

" thank for the lesson . but i don't need you to tell me who ....I am " the crown start to form in your head eyes start to glow

"no.... no " agatha whisper

you let the powers that taken from you back to you. agatha wails as the power flow out from her to your chest making you cover in red mist glow brightly around you .

the Winchester and Mikealsons brothers look at you in disbelief with Bonnie and Stefan.

"you're also seeing this right ?"

"yes, kol " Elijah said  .

kol never seen someone like you or your magic you're a whole new definition of what a witch is. klaus could only think about how powerful and fearless you were when he first saw he was blown out his Brian. Elijah knew you were more than what they say to be . sam know when he saw a pain in your eyes that you are not just some power hungry witch all he wanted to help you. he know what is like to lose everything you have and you only reacted the way you know he want to hold you close and tell you it's not your fault. dean never had good history with witches expect charile. take you out was his plan from the beginning but after realising what happened to you he began to think otherwise you are gorgeous and powerful.

there you float in glory , in your new suit, eyes glowing,  the harbinger of chaso , the scarlet witch.

agatha  stare frightened at your true state " oh, God what have you done "you move your fingers gracefully softly landing on the ground.

agatha look up to you " so what now . you're going to lock me up somewhere"

"not somewhere. here "

"what.... what you mean? "

" I'm going to give you a perfect role for the world I create " you walk towards her

" what....no "

" a nosey neighbor "

"no... please" she plead you for your kindness

"I'm sorry" You mutter looking down at her

"no you're not. you're cruel " you let a small smrik play on your lip where only she can see it. "you have no idea what you unleashed. you're gonna need me " she try to reason with you.

" I will know where to find you " you said calmly you stand inches away from her.

"no.. wait  ...wait .. wait.. no " you touch the side of her head transforming agatha into a nosey neighbor state

"you live here now, no one will ever bother you here"

"say that some get up you're wearing" Agatha let out a giggle you smile at her.

" I will be seeing you Agnes "you turn and walk away.

" not if I see you first hon " she excitedly shout.

you walk towards where you family standing. you scrunch your nose with a smile when you see your boys run towards you hugging your waist.

"mom".you kiss there head soaking in there presence. Alex let you have a moment with them .

the boys look at there dad seeing him standing few feets away and you still hugging . the boys both nodded at each other they speed away to Bonnie.

Alex laugh at his sons antics as he made his way towards you.

" hey you alright petal? " you smile at the Nickname.

" yeah . I'm alright " he press his body towards and lean down to you letting his forehead connect on your own, arms around your waist with a tight grip. you let you hand rest on his chest as he kiss your temple . You part from each other you cares his cheeks and he put his hands over yours and press a kiss on your palm you smile warmly at him .

"boys " you call them making them stop playing with sams arms as they measure his height.you walk towards them as boys meets you half way .

You knowingly node at the people who stand there watching you and they nodded at you .

Alex take a hold of your hand and squeeze it you look at him only to see he is already looking down at you with a smile, with the boys in the front you walk to your home at the door step you change your attires and enter inside the home

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[tothemeadow]

ok so can I get a scenario with a sub fem reader getting railed over Muichiro’s desk I’d say more but I’m in a rush thank you for your time

‘game on’ / Tokito M. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, oral sex, unprotected sex, almost exhibitionism?, Mui is a little shit

words: 1,320

(a/n): Muichiro is 18+ in this

-

“Jesus, guys, cover my fucking six, won’t you?”

“Maybe if you didn’t run right into enemy territory you wouldn’t die so fucking fast.”

“Right? Fucking scrub. Think about the rest of us!”

At that, Muichiro rolls his eyes. The others bitching at him through his headset are getting way too annoying. Well, they were always annoying to begin with, but he needs some sort of team to level himself up, you know? Still, he charges forward since he’s the one carrying this team. Fingers poised over the WASD buttons and hand gripping onto the mouse, Muichiro’s in the perfect state for complete concentration.

The thing is… Well, he isn’t concentrating.

Granted, he’s still better than the others despite his… problem.

Glancing downwards, he’s greeted with the sight of his bare thighs and your pretty head nestled between his legs. Your eyes are closed, eyelashes kissing your cheeks; it’s those very cheeks that are hollowed around his cock, wrapping around him in a wet heat that’s to die for. Perhaps you feel his stare – your eyes crack open and meet his darkened gaze, flick over his flushed features and the delightful pout of his bottom lip.

He bites back a groan as your tongue flicks his glans before it travels the length of the prominent vein on the underside of his cock. The slurping noises breaking free from your puffy lips are enough to spur him on him further. Fuck, he’d love nothing more than to hold your head in place while he drove his cock deep into your slutty throat, make you choke while he shoots his load into your mouth.

Fuck, you’re so sexy that it’s driving him nuts. For a brief moment, his hand leaves his mouse, opting to caress your cheek instead. Good girl, he mouths down at you. Suck.

“Oi, Misty, you still there, man? You went silent.”

Mumbling a curse, Muichiro’s hand leaves your cheek and he clears his throat. “Yeah, I’m here. I just got… distracted.”

“Jesus, dude. One minute you’re bitching at us to cover you and then you say you’re distracted? What the hell, man? Get your head out of your ass!”

“Suck my dick,” Muichiro spits.

“Already doing that,” you murmur, drawing away from his cock and pressing your lips to his balls instead.

Muichiro’s teeth clamp down on his bottom lip as another moan threatens to burst from his throat. Shit, it’s too good, so fucking great that his head’s gonna explode (that, or his insides – whichever comes first).

“Uh… You okay, man? You don’t sound too good.”

“Seriously? You’re taking his side? What about the match?!”

“Mui,” you purr, skimming your nails against the insides of his thighs, “I can hear your teammates through your headphones. It sounds like they’re giving you a hard time.” And, as if your pun couldn’t be timed any better, your hand wraps itself around his cock and starts jerking him off in a languid, steady pace.

“Fuck yeah,” Muichiro grunts, thighs subconsciously spreading further apart.

One of his teammates on the other side of the line stammers. “What the fuck was that?”

“Christmas - don’t you know when to shut up?” Muichiro snaps. “All you know how to do is suck at a damn MMORPG and bitch about everything.”

“You fucking twat-“

Before he has the chance to finish, Muichiro throws off his headset and leans back in his chair. “You see what you did?” he drawls, peering down at you through heavy lashes. “Now my gaming buddies are all pissed.”

You crack a tiny smile. “And is that a problem?”

“No.”

Your smile only continues to grow as Muichiro practically yanks you up off the floor; a slight gasp leaves your mouth as he spins you around, pinning your arm behind your back, then promptly bending you over his desk. The game on his screen continues to go on, a large, faded box in the middle asking if he’d like to respawn. There’s muffled yelling coming from his headset.

Muichiro’s always been the direct type, both inside and outside the bedroom. Frankly, it’s because he simply doesn’t care, but there’s those certain times when it seems to amplify itself and he nearly becomes a whole new person. Already he’s slipping his other hand into your pants, sneaking past the band of your panties and brushing against your slit. Warm breath fans over your ear as he releases a sigh.

“You got wet from sucking me off? Good girl,” he whispers. “Sucking my cock like your life depends on it – you looked real good, you know? I wanted to fuck your throat real bad.” He pauses and licks his lips. “But I guess I’ll have to settle for this instead,” he says, dipping a lithe finger into your pussy.

“Mui…”

“Listen to that,” he murmurs, pretty lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “they’re still yelling. I have an idea to shut them up.” He bobs his head towards the abandoned headset sitting on the desk. “Go on, baby. Put it on.”

At his suggestion, your velvety walls clamp down around his finger, making him suck in a breath through his teeth. With the hand not pinned behind you, you grab onto the headset with shaking fingers and slip it on.

“Misty, you little bitch, I know you’re still online. What the fuck are you doing, man?”

“Bro, I’m telling you – what if he got sick?”

Jeez, no wonder Muichiro gets so annoyed when he plays online. Talk about a pain in the ass.

You nearly whine when your boyfriend promptly shoves two more fingers inside of you. You can feel your arousal sticking to the insides of your thighs, hear the wet noises as he thoroughly fucks you with is fingers. They’re long and thin, perfect for playing the piano, but fuck they’re even better when they’re playing with you. Muichiro easily works you into a gasping, shivering mess; little murmurs of his name and pleads slip past your lips, all so sultry and perfect. You don’t notice when the other two fall completely silent on their sides of the line, stupefied over just the hell is happening.

“Please, Mui, fuck me already,” you purr, pressing back against him. “Stuff me with your fat cock.”

“Since you asked so nicely…”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Muichiro yanks your pants and panties down, exposing your heated skin to the chill in the air. You cry out as the head of his cock grazes against your slit, spreading your slick all over you and himself. A quiet fuck graces the air and then he’s moving, pushing himself into the welcoming heat and groaning as you clamp down around him possessively.

“Ah, shit,” Muichiro grunts, halting his movements and allowing you to adjust. “So fucking tight.” He drops down, then, the loose strands of hair falling from his ponytail brushing against your neck and the side of your face. “This pretty pussy is all for me, eh? Sucking in my cock like that – yeah, baby, it’s all yours. Take it all in.”

“Muichiro-“

You cut yourself off with a moan as he begins to drive his cock in and out, hips moving erratically as he fucks you raw. The steady slap of skin against skin echoes throughout the room, mixing with your slutty moans and the string of curses spewing from Muichiro’s lips. He’s acting cockier than usual, more… feral. It’s only then that you realize that his microphone is still turned on.

Another round of obscenities bursts from Muichiro’s mouth as you tighten even more around him. This little brat was planning this the whole time, wasn’t he? Oh, but there’s something so hot about it, so fucking dirty that it practically has you shaking against his desk. You can feel him smile into the crook of your neck.

Shit, if it’s a show he wanted to put on, then you’re happy to oblige.

[tarosin]

did i do that...

this is for @bozowrites 2k event :]

pairing: implied tommy x reader (platonic)

warnings: swearing, violence, death, contemplation of suicide

“so what are you in here for?” dream wheezed, trying his hardest to watch you break down for his own entertainment. “piss off dream! that’s not funny, i’m sick of waking up each day and seeing you stood peering over at me, do you understand how fucking creepy that is? i’m sick of waking up to the sound of you blabbering on in the corner of the cell going ‘technoblade still owes me a favour i’ll be out soon enough.’”

dream smirked under his mask proud of his accomplishment, “do you blame yourself?”

y/ns face began to soften the corners of their mouth, they couldn’t suppress their emotions anymore, causing themself to lose it, “shut up dream! leave me alone!”

ever since y/n was forcefully dragged into the cell with dream, his favourite way to pass time was by manipulating y/n into reliving that god awful memory they had tried to shut out.

“wonder if he still loves you, i doubt it after all you did-”

“if you continue that sentence i swear to god dream i’ll carve my entire name into your fucking arm!”

laughing at their awful attempt to cover up their sadness with violence, he noticed he did it, he successfully triggered them into reliving the memory they tried so hard to lock away.

•••

“keep your eyes closed, okay?”

tommy was excited to show his best friend the newest member to their little group. michael.

“tommy what’s going on?”

Michael ran full speed crashing into an awfully confused teenager sitting on the grass, who was now rightfully scared.

“open your eyes y/nnn!”

“fucking hell- Michael what are you doing here?” y/n asked instinctively tilting their head sideways.

“you look like a fucking dog when you do that, anyways i know how much you like Michael, and i know if i was him i’d be pretty pissed off ive been kidnapped from my home, and placed in some wooden box with a giant man with memory problems and his husband”

tilting their head even more this time, a confused expression was etched onto their face.

“so you decided to fix his problem of being kidnapped by kidnapping him again to make him go to his old home...are you taunting him here?”

Michael began mirroring y/n and started tilting his head towards tommy, causing y/n to break into hysterics.

“oh god michael i love you!”

“come on already let’s go to the nether, michael over here has a family to go see”

Tommy grabbed y/ns hand, michael clung onto their leg.

“hunny, i can’t walk with you like that..no don’t get upset...i’ll pick you up please stop crying. tommy let go of my hand for just one minute.”

“....no.”

Michael giggled as y/n picked him up with their free arm.

tommy looked over at the pair, focusing on y/n's face, whilst they laughed at michael resting his head on their chest. nothing could ruin this moment, he wouldn’t let it.

“think he loves you y/n? not as much as i do of course, i’ll love you forever.”

“i adore the pair of you, now let’s go to the nether, tubbo and ranboo won’t want him out long.”

once the three of them stepped out of the portal, tommy looked at y/n, “about that...they have no idea i've taken him.”

“please tell me you’re not serious... i was joking about you kidnapping him, we should take him back.”

tommy convinced them to stay for a while longer and everything was going well. tommy had never been happier, y/n finally calmed down about tommy kidnapping Michael, and Michael was just happy to be with his friends. that was until things took a turn, as

michael noticed something shiny across the bridge, and jumped from y/ns grasp.

“MICHAEL...where the fuck did he just go?”

“uh i think he went that way.. or that way.. hopefully not that way!”

y/n went into protective mode, whilst tommy began to panic.

“tommy you go left, i’ll go straight forward. we’re just going to have to hope he didn’t turn right, everything will be fine!”

y/n had already set off determined to find michael, who was like a little brother to them, when tommy yelled out to them.

“Y/N NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER!”

“i love you too!”

hours had past, y/n and tommy were still alone, but equally lost and exhausted. that’s when y/n found him walking into a crowd of skeletons.

“MICHAEL!”

being shot at by skeletons whilst exhausted, the thought of michael being surrounded by the skeletons slipped out their mind, as they aimlessly shot back at the skeletons. that’s when it happened...

y/n had shot michael, and tommy saw the entire thing.

“MICHAEL!” tommy screamed out, his voice breaking mid sentence.

“y/n you.. you monster!”

“was that.. was that me?”

they began stepping closer to Michaels lifeless body.

“no.. that’s not me”

“YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM!”

“ITS NOT ME!”

“he fucking loved you y/n and you... you fucking shot him.. he’s dead and it’s entirely your fault.. you did it on purpose!” tommy screamed in agony.

“I DIDN'T SHOOT HIM ON PURPOSE TOMMY..why do i.. why do i have to be a part of this?!”

“y/n l/n i watched you do it. how am i supposed to tell tubbo and ranboo you shot their child? i can’t even look at you right now. don’t ever talk to me again and don’t you even think about showing up to his funeral!”

“tommy please don’t leave..you said you’d love me forever!”

“that’s because I thought you were a dream come true but look at what you’ve fucking done!” tommy sobbed as he walked away, holding on to Michaels lifeless body, taking him back home so that tubbo and ranboo could say goodbye to their son one last time.

“i’m going to throw up..”

y/n sat, feet dangling over the edge. Michael was dead, it was entirely their fault, and tommy thought they had done it on purpose. now tommy hates them.

they thought about taking the easy way out, rather than having to face tommy, tubbo, and ranboo. hell they didn’t want to see anyone back home. the only reason they chose not to was due to the fact they wanted to go to the funeral and apologise to Michael for not protecting them. they went back home as quickly and quietly as they could, avoiding everyone and anyone.

days passed and they overheard the funeral was today. they got ready for the first time since the accident, and made their way only to be met by a heartbroken tubbo, a furious ranboo, a traumatised tommy, and sam who was clearly hiding his disappointment and anger. it was silent until ranboo decided to speak up, “why are you still here y/n? i thought it would be obvious the only time anyone wants to see you again is at your funeral. sam please take them away before i do something i’ll regret.”

[beigehearts]

Due to request I will be making a nsfw version of this post (Landing a hit on the adult trio)  Please refer to the linked post as I will be continuing the stories from where they left off  fem!reader 18+ content warnings will be listed separately for each drabble

Illumi CW: dubcon, bruising, fingering

Your eyes travel to the floor as he continues speaking, his words beginning to sound like fuzz. You snap back when a strong hand grabs your chin and tilts your face towards his. It almost feels as if his fingers are going to go through your jaw bones. “I expect you to look at me when I’m speaking.”

His bone shattering grip only gets tighter when you look away from him. He studies you closely, only to let go and you drop to the ground again. You gently touch where he grabbed you, knowing that the bruises would be just as painful as the initial injury. Your pants are covered in blood from the trail you were dragged in. Your eyes finally travel upwards to meet his but you can see something has changed. His usual dark and emotionless eyes have something of a spark in them. 

“Normally I would make you sleep outside with Mike in a situation like this.” He tilts his foot up to take a better look at it. “Though that doesn’t seem to be working. Mike has warmed up to you.” He places his foot back on the ground and sighs, “It seems I only have a few options left. Rather than punishment- how about you make it up to me?” 

What does that mean- does he want you to tend to his wounds? Crochet him a pillow? You’re taken from your thoughts when two arms grab you by your sides, lifting you off of the ground and carrying you into another room. As you’re placed on the bed- looking at the blood bath practically makes you gag but it’s short lived when he closes the door. 

“I’ve been curious.” He grabs the hem of your pants, “What will get you to show me something other than disdain for my existence?” You’re frozen in place as he pulls the legs of your pants off of you, leaving your panties exposed.

He places one hand on your chest, holding you down while the other one rests on your hip. He examines your body closely, as if scrutinizing it and it leaves you with an uncomfortable feeling. The hand on your hip travels down to your thigh, gripping it tightly, he’s like a kid playing with a new toy. 

That same hand finds it’s way to your clothed, slick folds. You didn’t realize that you were already a little wet until his fingers against you told you. His fingers begin massaging you, rubbing circles around your most sensitive area. You turn your head to look away from him, if not to avoid his gaze, then to hide your expression. 

He moves your panties to the side, his cold fingers assaulting your warmth. Your legs twitch when he places his thumb on your clit and begins pushing a finger inside of you. His finger curls inside of you, exploring your walls. Your cheeks flush and you put a hand over your mouth, stifling any noise that could encourage him. Another finger pushes inside of you- only stretching you out more and inviting more pleasure. They scissor inside of you and you cant help but let out a squeak. 

His fingers push in and out of you, until they create an unstoppable rhythm. Pleasure racks your body, and your legs start to uncontrollably shake. He moves his hand that held you down to your lower stomach, pushing down. A know builds up inside of you, tightening and tightening and pushing loud moans out of you. You’ve given up hiding it, and allow your body to soak in all the pleasure. His fingers curl inside of you while pumping in and out and the knot in your stomach is ready to burst. 

You gasp for air when it explodes inside of you, warmth spreading throughout your entire body. Your limbs go limp and your vision is blurred by the tears in your eyes. He removes his fingers from your slick, warm insides. 

He examines his fingers, staring at the liquid that coats his finger. “So that’s how.” 

Hisoka CW: noncon, unprotected sex, physical trauma

“You’re so cute when you defend yourself.” You stare up at his untouched face and fear shoots down your spine. He leans down and licks a strip up the side of your face and brings his lips to your ear. “It only turns me on even more.”

You’ve really done it now. You messed up your escape and now he’s pissed. His face doesn’t show it but it doesn’t need to. The grip on your arm says enough. Your throat burns, but not even a cough can escape your mouth. The thought that you can’t even scream whether or not it’s heard, it intensifies your fear. 

“See, I could kill you right now, with my bare hands and watch you die slowly.” A grin creeps on to his face, “But I don’t want to break my toy before I’ve even gotten to play with it.” He lets go of your arm, standing up but grabbing you by your hair and pulling you up to his height. The pain shooting through your skull causes a silent screech to claw it’s way through your neck. 

He pushes you against the wall without a single speck of mercy in his body. Your head is smashed against the wall so hard you begin to worry about having a concussion. His hand lets go of your hair, only to grip your throat even tighter- the firey burn intensifying. 

You begin to flail around when you feel his free hand travelling under the skirt he makes you wear. He brings your head from the wall by his grip on your neck, only to slam it against the wall again. You wish you could even make sounds of pain just for your own sanity. Your arms fall back to your sides, realizing the more you fight the more likely your skull will be shattered. 

You close your eyes- waiting to get this over with, but your eyes shoot open when his lips meet yours. And by meet you mean assault. His tongue brushes against your lips in a matter of seconds until it pushes into your mouth, exploring every crevice. He pulls away from you, a string of spit connecting your mouths. His mouth clamps down on your neck, sucking and nipping until he draws blood. He leaves trails of bruises down your neck to your shoulders but that’s not your concern when you feel two fingers begin to massage your core. 

“I know you’re dying to get to the point, so why don’t we.” With those words he presses himself against you, lifting your legs to wrap around his slender but sturdy waist. He moves your panties to the side and you feel something poking at your entrance and the grip on your neck tightens. You try to protest but the only thing that can escape your mouth are breaths of air. 

Just as he said, he gets to the point. He pushes inside of you and a sharp pang of pain shoots up your back. You begin sweating and your body is doing everything to fight him. It’s no use, he begins thrusting in and out of you, his cock filling your insides as much as possible. He bites down on your neck and suddenly the pain of his thrusts turn into pleasure. If you could moan you would be, the feeling of him dragging in and out of you- rubbing against your walls becomes torturous, and you find yourself moving with him. 

His movement begins to speed up and the wet sound your insides are making only adds to the embarrassment. A ball of tightness begins to form inside of you and your body begs for more friction. You try to move your hips with him but he grabs your waist and keeps you still, fucking up into you. 

Your hands grab his hair when you can’t wait any longer, and your walls spasm around him while your body shakes. His shit eating grin pisses you off but that doesn’t matter when you’ve just cummed all over him. He presses inside of you as far as he can, holding you in place. The warm sticky liquid filling you to your brim indicates his own orgasm. 

He pulls out of you, dropping you like a rag doll and you drop to the ground with a loud thump and a lot of pain. You gasp for air look up to your captor. 

“Oh look you’ve made such a mess.” He points to your legs, and you look down. His fluids leaking out of you and onto the tile floor. It’s still warm and it’s sticky against your thighs. 

“You better clean that up before it dries.” He turns on his heel, “I don’t want dried cum on my floor.” 

Chrollo CW: blowjob, noncon (also this drabble is really bad because I was burnt out once I started writing it so I will rewrite it later and let you guys know when I have rewritten in)

He brings your back against his chest, and he wraps one arm around your arms and torso, preventing you from hitting him. His other arm lays loosely around your waist. “You’re very resourceful y/n.” He purrs in your ear. “Thank you for trying your best and not holding back.” You continue squirming in his grasp but know what your fate is when he says, “Though it’s quite unattractive for a girl to be so feisty.”

You shiver against him and he turns you towards him. He grabs your chin and tilts your head to look at him, “I can’t let my darling go unpunished when she throws such a tantrum.”

He let’s go of you and says, “Get on your knees.” 

Your eyes go wide and you shake your head.

“Would you rather I put you on your knees?” 

You shake your head again, getting on your knees for him voluntarily seems humiliating. But you’d rather kneel on your own than find out how he would put you on your knees. You slowly bend down, settling your knees against the cold wood floor. 

Your eyes travel up his body, meeting his and you send a pleading look at him. “Go ahead, take it out.” 

You try to play dumb, hoping that he would just give up, “Take what out?” 

He grabs your chin tightly and frowns, “You’re not dumb, take it out.”

You nod slowly, your hands shaking when they reach the fabric of his pants. It’s almost impossible to unzip his pants when your hands are trembling so badly. He keeps his eyes on you, watching your every move to make sure you don’t try anything dumb. Your fingers pull down his boxers, exposing his already hard member. It springs into the air, mocking you only inches from your face. 

“Go ahead. Take it.” His cock twitches as if begging for your lips around him. 

Your pride is badly wounded, dissolving little by little with each passing second. Your hands reach for his member but he stops you, “Don’t use your hands.” 

There’s no chance of having an ounce of self respect after this. You move your head forward, your lips brushing against the tip of his dick. You push your mouth down his length, not wanting to prolong the experience. Your tongue lubricates his length and you stop when he’s touching your throat, only half way. He huffs, getting impatient and grabbing you by your hair, and pushes you down all the way, your nose pressed against his pelvis. You gag around him and feel bile rising from your throat. When he moves your head back, you gasp for air but your freedom is short lived.

He bobs your head on his cock, and you can’t help it but your teeth scrape against him. He seems to enjoy it when a low groan escapes his lips. Breathing becomes a privilege with every push your nose meets his skin again. Saliva coats his cock, and drool drips down your mouth. You’re an absolute mess and the sight of it only makes him harder. He begins bobbing your head fast, his grip in your hair tightening. You hope he’s close.

You know he is when he pushes your mouth all the way down on him, his dick invading your throat, blocking your airways. Your throat begins to constrict around him, and you fight him as your body begs for oxygen. You can’t escape his grip. A warm feeling travels down the back of your throat, and your vision begins to go dark. Your body begins to go limp and at the very last second of consciousness he says, “You’re going to swallow this when I pull out.”

He drags his cock out of your mouth and you do as he says, not wanting to find out what will happen if you don’t swallow his seed. You begin coughing violently and gasping for air all at the same time. You hold your throat as you gasp in air. 

“I will not permit such childish behavior from you y/n.” 

[hamsterboos]

Met Him Last Night

I literally speed wrote this in an hour so I'm sorry if this is a mess lmaooo but hopefully this will be continued, we'll see :D If anyone wants to be tagged in upcoming updates to this, please let me know! Just be warned, this first chapter does have (not very specific) details of a panic attack!

Title is from Demi Lovato's Met Him Last Night

Word Count: 2181 Read on AO3 Rowaelin Month Masterlist

Day 17 of Rowaelin Month Prompt: Bodyguard AU

~~~~~

Aelin was just about ready to murder someone, and that someone would most definitely be her cousin.

“Aelin, I’m serious, you need protection.”

She growled as she slammed her palms down on the dining table, loudly, as she stood up. “And I’m serious when I say that I need sleep. This stupid bodyguard business can wait two days for me to hibernate.”

Aedion also stood up, mirroring her stance as he leaned in closer to her. “Your life is in literal danger, Aelin. I hope you understand what that means.”

“It was one instance!” she insisted, pushing herself away from the table and moving to the kitchen to put her empty dinner plate into the sink. She was so exhausted from all the travel she’d done in the last few days that all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep — dishes be damned.

“One instance of the guy mailing you pictures of you from the hotel and on the sidewalk,” he responded, moving beside her. He was following her on purpose to make sure she couldn’t escape him, and Aelin was pissed off that he knew her so well to do that. “He’s been sending you those weird as hell letters for years.”

“It’s not exactly a trade secret which hotels I stay in when I’m going on book tours, Aedion. You know that.”

“If you stopped posting Instagram pictures with the hotel in the background, then it would be more of a secret considering that you are a public figure now. Besides, it’s only going to get worse now that Crescent City season 1 press shoots start soon. Your face will be more famous than just in the book world, Aelin. People will see articles of the author behind the next biggest fantasy show on television. Things are already bad, and we shouldn’t let it get past that.”

“Okay, fine, but why can’t we talk about this later? My body clock thinks it’s the middle of the freaking night, and I haven’t slept in fifteen hours. Please get out of my face so I can sleep.”

“Aelin, if you don’t take this seriously, I’m going to do it for you.”

“Oh dear cousin, owner of a security company, please do. I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with it, especially now that I’m going to be much busier.”

“You’re so annoying,” he grumbled as he stalked towards the door.

“Love you too!” she called after him, finally, finally, heading towards her bedroom. Fleetfoot trotted after her happily, and Aelin snorted as her dog’s wet snout kept bumping into her bare calves. The dog was way too excited to see her after two long months away from home with Aelin travelling all over the world for the release of her latest book. It wasn’t like she could deny the fact that she had missed her dear, sweet dog so much as well, so when Aelin flopped down onto her soft bed for the first time in months, she let Fleetfoot join her.

Fleetfoot circled the same spot three times before curling up against Aelin, her tail slowly thumping against the mattress as Aelin got comfortable as well. The feeling of warmth from her dog and the happiness from being in her own bed after so long had Aelin falling asleep faster than she normally did, and she was just about entirely asleep when she barely heard the click of her front door opening.

Figuring it was Aedion, she just tried to drown out the sound, not having the willpower nor the strength to move. He could let himself out after taking whatever he had probably forgotten at her place, and Aelin would be happily dozing for the next several hours.

Until a crash broke the haze Aelin was in, and her eyes shot open. Heart pounding in her chest, she looked at Fleetfoot who was staring at the closed door with alarm as well.

Aelin was confused. Aedion was careful to not drop ceramic or glass objects within the house, knowing how much her mother would always be on the two of them growing up to be careful with such things, and it didn’t help that she was still half asleep. Nothing made sense to her.

Slowly getting out of bed, she winced as she stood up entirely, her feet aching after days of standing in heels. Aelin walked over to the bedroom door and creaked it open, and she scanned the immediate vicinity for Aedion, trying to see if he was anywhere near the living room or corridor. When she didn’t see him, she creeped out of her room, trying to be quiet but the sluggishness had already taken over body as she stumbled into the wall a few times. Fleetfoot was at her tail, but Aelin forced her to stay before turning the corner into the living room. If there was glass on the ground, she didn’t want it getting in her dog’s paws.

Once Aelin turned the corner, she immediately stopped, finding the scene in front of her unwelcome and incredibly jarring.

There was a man standing in her room, one that didn’t have the same blond hair she did, and the broken object was a picture frame, the shards of glass littered about on the ground as he gripped a photo of her and Fleetfoot.

Aelin swallowed slowly, the saliva getting stuck in her throat as her mouth went dry, as she realized that a man had broken into her home.

As quietly as she could, she placed a hand over her mouth, trying not to breathe too loudly as she quickly made her way back into her bedroom, herding Fleetfoot with her, and she locked the door to the bedroom. Wildly glancing around, she took the chair from her vanity and jammed it under the door knob so the door wouldn’t open.

“What do I do,” she whispered, scared of her mind as she sat down on her bed. She was shaking, that much was sure as Fleetfoot tried to lick her hands and face in an attempt to calm her down. How was Aelin supposed to calm down when there was someone in her house?

Realizing that Aedion must’ve not gotten far, she lunged for her phone on the bed and dialed Aedion’s number.

“Weren’t you supposed to be asleep?” was his greeting, but all she could get out at first was a shuddering gasp.

“Aedion,” she whispered.

“Aelin? Are you okay?” he asked, his voice immediately alert.

“There’s someone in my apartment.”

“What?!”

“Hurry, please,” she cried, trying to muffle her voice to make it seem that she wasn’t at home. She didn’t know if the man had known that she was in the apartment, but she didn’t want him to find out.

“Aelin, listen to me, you’ll be fine. I’m almost there. Are you still in your room?”

“I, uh, I’m in my bedroom with Fleetfoot. I went out when there was a crash, and then ran back to my room,” she managed to get out. “I locked the door and jammed a chair underneath.”

“Go into the bathroom and lock that door too,” he urged, and she got up to move to the bathroom. “If he manages to get your room door unlocked, then at least you have some more time. I’m almost there, but you need to call 911, too.”

“Aedion, I can’t—” Aelin gasped out, leaning against the bathroom counter after locking the door behind her and her dog. Her breaths were coming in faster, and there wasn’t anything she could do to control the way her eyesight was beginning to blur. “I can’t let him know I’m in here.”

“He won’t find out,” he urged.

“But Aedion,” she cried, “the plates in the sink. He’ll see them, and he’ll know I was home. He’ll know I’m here.” The pounding in her chest had gotten louder than what Aedion was saying, and all she could do was sob into her hands. She wasn’t safe anymore outside, but now she wasn’t safe in her own room.

“Aelin! Aelin, it’s okay, I’m here.”

The next thing Aelin heard were shouts and yells before it got all quiet. She clambered up to her feet, throwing the door to the bathroom open before trying to get the chair back out, but it wouldn’t budge. It was stuck, and her limbs weren’t cooperating. There wasn’t anything she could do, and she tugged at the chair with a cry.

“Come on,” she cried, tugging at it more before it finally came free, clattering to the ground. Unlocking the door, she took a few unsteady steps before Aedion came into view, the man lying on the ground unconscious. Aelin lost all control of her body, and she fell into Aedion’s arm as he ran for her, and that was the last thing she saw before blackness encompassed her.

~~~

When Aelin awoke several hours later, it was to the commotion coming from downstairs. At first, she blinked a few times, trying to readjust to where she was because it wasn’t the drab hotel room view she’d gotten accustomed to, and once her brain was awake enough to process that she was in Aedion and Lysandra’s spare bedroom, she got out of bed and padded over to the bathroom to brush her teeth and her hair. If she was going to show her face after a major panic attack that caused her to faint for a few minutes, she should at least look decent.

Fleetfoot was, thankfully, also with her in the room, and Aelin sat on the ground for a few minutes just to hug her dog before getting up and going to the living room.

As soon as she made her entrance, everyone went silent, the only sound was Fleetfoot’s paws as she went straight for Lysandra to nose at her for treats.

“Okay,” Aelin swallowed. “I get it. I need a bodyguard, but at least that guy was arrested,” she continued, hopefully. Aedion beckoned her to sit next to him, and it was then that she realized that besides her cousin and his wife, Elide was also there and a man that she’d never met before. He was striking, to say the least. Silver hair with a sharp jawline and beautifully green eyes. His short-sleeved shirt also showed off swirls of tattoo creeping up his bicep, and Aelin had to say that she was intrigued by who this man was.

“Look,” her cousin started, directing her attention back to him. His face showed concern, and she was suddenly worried that this entire ordeal might not be over. “That man wasn’t the same one who stalked you. He was just a burglar trying to score after noticing that no one had been going in or out of the apartment for a while. It just helped that the security guard downstairs is of no use, so he broke in.”

Aelin was having a hard time processing all this information being thrown at her. “So you’re telling me that it was just...unlucky?”

“I have been telling you to move,” he unhelpfully added, and she let him know exactly that.

“Anyway, we’ve come up with a solution,” Elide butt in. “Aelin, meet Rowan Whitethorn. He works in Aedion’s company. He was working for a different client for a few years, but they switched companies, so he’s now free to protect you.”

“Hey,” she greeted without any of her previous enthusiasm.

“Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Galanthynius,” Rowan responded, and she noticed the slight accent to his words.

“Doranelle?” she asked, and he nodded.

“I will be protecting you from now on, uh, in a close manner.”

Aelin slightly jerked in her spot at his shy demeanor over his words, and the way he said it caught her attention.

“What do you mean?” No one answered her at first, peaking her anxiety again. “Aedion?” she asked, looking to him for an explanation.

“Since it’s also not safe for you to be at home alone, we’re going to have Rowan pretend to be your boyfriend.”

~~~

Aelin stepped out of the car, hand placed in Rowan’s as he led her into the paparazzi filled lot that led to the building where the final press shoots and poster shoots would be taking place for her show. It was still absolutely insane that someone she had written was actually going to be a TV show for the whole world to see, but another absolutely insane thing was the fact that she was pressed up against Rowan’s hard body, trying to pretend to be absolutely in love with him.

“Who is this man?” she heard one of the journalists ask, and she wanted to say that she didn’t exactly know either considering she had just met him last night, but this was the perfect opportunity for the world to know that she had a boyfriend.

Technically.

Smiling, she pulled Rowan to a stop as she turned to the vague direction from where she heard the voice. “This is my boyfriend.”

[buttsmasher]

This story is for @tyohlerrr. I think you'll really enjoy this one. He submitted a fucking sexy photo to go along with this story. Take a peak here.

Warnings/Tags: Face Farting, Farting, Gay Farting, Farting on Tongue, Willing Victim, Teasing, Musk, Musk Play

Today has been one of the roughest days since you’ve joined the army. You and Booker somehow pissed off your commanding officer again and were made to run until he told you stop.

“Yo Books.” You say as you jog next to your partner.

“Sup?” He keeps looking ahead, following the track with ease.

“Is your ass sweating as bad as mine right now?” Booker looks over at you and laughs.

“It’s probably worse man. That shit in the canteen is fucking with my guts.” Booker stops and lifts his leg up.

PFFFFFFFFFTTTT

Your heartbeat quickens, as you watch Booker get back to his previous speed. “Fuck man, sounds rough.” You joke trying not to let your mind wander.

“I’d hate to be behind me right now, the Booker brew is toxic.”

“I know, that’s why our barracks smells like shit all the time.”

PSSSSSSSSSSS

An airy fart hisses from him as he continues his jogging. “Fuck.” Booker huffs. “I’m telling ya man, once I’m on leave, I’m finding myself a pig slut and letting him go to town.”

“What?” You laugh confused.

“You ever had a fag eat out your hole?”

“I ain’t gay man.”

“I ain’t either. I’m just saying though, you get one of those piggy fags, hoo-wee. They know how to make you come just by using their tongues.” You stare at him briefly wondering if he knows your secret. When you’re about to pass Sarge you hear Booker let out another loud fart.

“God dammit Booker!” Sarge yells and you can’t help burst out in laughter. Booker reaches out for a fist bump, which you oblige.

“Good timing man!”

“You know I’m a pro.”

You go back to focus on your breathing and how fast you're moving when Booker surprises you: “I saw you sniffing my boxers.” You nearly trip over yourself as the realization of what he just said hits you.

“What are you talking about?” You feign.

“Two nights ago, when I went to shower.” Fuck he really did see you. “I saw you pick em off the ground and huff on them.”

“Sorry man, I-I don’t-”

“It’s no biggie man, I ain’t judging.”

“It’s just-”

“You’re a little piggy and you need to get my stink in you.” He interrupts again.

“Shut up.” You go to push him but he deflects you easily.

“Look if you want to sniff my drawers it’s cool. But I can probably offer you something better.” His mischievous smile intrigues you.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Let’s just say, when we get back-”

“Keep running maggots! Don’t slow down!” Sarge yells as you pass him again.

“I swear to god if I just had one day with him.” Booker balls his hands into a fist.

“When we get back what?” You can’t contain your excitement which makes Booker give you a smug smile. “Fuck.” You say realizing how you sound.

“So you horny-horny.” Booker laughs.

“Fuck off man! I like what I like.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be under my fat ass in no time. Hope you like rotten eggs.”

“I-I.” You stutter as you watch Booker pick up his pace and runs ahead of you. That’s when the scent hits you. You swear it smells like a skunk just sprayed someone and you cough as you fail to catch back up to him. “Fuckin’ hell man!” You yell and he gives his ass a smack while he keeps running.

After an hour and half of running, Sarge finally tells you to stop running and sends you back to your barracks where you find Booker. He’s standing there shirtless, sweat glistening off his body, and his ass is hanging out from his shorts. “Nice outfit.” You joke as you throw off your sweaty shirt.

“You think so? Thought I could wear it out tonight.” He quips as he uses his hands to jiggle his ass. You shake your head as you pull off your boots. “You think you can handle this?”

“Hell yeah, your ass ain’t anything special.”

“Oh we’ll see about that.” He pushes you onto your bed and sits down on your stomach. “I kept it nice and ripe for you piggy.” He drags his bare ass up your body and then slowly back down.

“I ain’t no piggy.” You use your hands to grab ahold of his buttcheeks.

“You will be after I’m done.” You pull his cheeks apart to be gifted with a short airy fart.

PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

The warm gust of air escapes from his ass blowing across your exposed stomach, making you shiver. “You like that?” He gives you the cockiest grin you’ve ever seen.

“Stop teasing man.” You groan.

“Just warnin’ ya, I’m gassy as fuck!”

“Like I just said, your ass ain’t special.”

“Aight then.” He laughs as he twists around to plant his bubble butt right on your face. It’s musky as hell and much, much better than his boxers. You take some deep breaths as he squirms around to get comfortable. “Just remember you wanted this.” His hole gets into place right against your waiting.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

An airy fart gets blown against your nose smelling like that rotten fart he let earlier. It’s extremely overwhelming and you’re immediately seeing stars.

“Fuck man!” You cough out. “That’s rank!” You pull away slightly but he uses the opportunity to push your head so it’s trapped between his ass and the bed.

“I told ya! Didn’t wanna listen.” He pulls off his shorts completely to let his dick free. Your mind goes to the same place and you attempt to pull your sweats down over your now hard cock.

PFFFFFFFFFFFF

Another quiet and airy fart gets blown across your ready face and you let out a loud moan as you take a large inhale. It smells like rotten eggs and old meat. “Lunch ain’t sittin’ right, all the better for you huh?” Booker jokes as he shakes his ass on your face.

PFFFFBBBBRBRBRBRRRRR

“See, that was wet as fuck.” Booker laughs as you cough the wet fart down. You groan, but continue to keep sniffing loudly as you slowly stroke your hard cock.

“It smells great down here.” You struggle to get out. “This ain’t nothing.”

“You’re disgusting. To think I was holding all these in for you.” He hikes his leg a little higher.

PFFFFFFFBBFFFFFFTTT

“I mean, who actually enjoys this shit?” He laughs as you can feel him stroking his hard cock. The toxic fumes assault all of your senses making your eyes water and your nose burn. “Fuck that stinks.” He waves a hand in front of his face. “That’s worse than normal.”

“Yeah.” You agree as you struggle to hold back the bile that’s burning it’s way up your throat. “I love it.”

“You sound like you’re struggling down there. Need me to stop?” Booker says, concern in his voice. You remove your hand from your cock to wrap your arms around him so he doesn’t move.

“I’m fine. Give me more.”

“If you say so.” You move one of your hands back to your cock as the other pulls and squeezes his massive ass. A silent fart graces your nose making your eyes flutter as you take the rotten smell into your lungs.

“Fuck Books, you smell so good.” You can hear him laughing above you but he doesn’t say anything. And by the way he’s shaking he’s getting off on this as well. “Seriously man,” You take another large inhale. “You’re addicting.”

“Just admit it dude, you’re a piggy.”

“Not…*sniff* a piggy.” He laughs.

PFFFFFF PFFFFFFFF PFFFF

He breathes out a sigh of relief. “Can’t lie, feels good gettin’ all this out.”

“I bet.” You smack his large ass. “Let me eat you out.”

“Run that by me one more time.”

“Let me, eat your, oh so beautiful ass out.” You say mockingly.

“I don’t know piggy. It’s kinda dangerous down there, you sure you want your tongue near that?” You don’t even respond, you just swipe your tongue against his musky ass. “Oh fuck.” Booker moans above you as he grabs onto the bed for support. “Do that again.” You do as he says and his back arches even further.

PFFFFFFF

“Fuuck.” He groans as you struggle with the terrible taste he left on your tongue. “Okay, yeah, keep doin’ that.” You don’t argue, you just keep swiping your tongue on his dirty hole and every few swipes you poke your tongue into his ass. “Shit, we should’ve been doing this, uhhh, sooner.” His body is twitching above you. “I got a big one coming piggy. Fuck, get your tongue out” You can hear his stomach rumbling, but you refuse to pull your tongue out eager to get a taste.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTFFFTTTTTTT

The loud 15 second fart gets ripped right against your tongue and your mind goes haywire. The taste is god awful, making your thrash and attempting to push him off you. At the same time you can hear him groaning loudly as you feel him shooting his load all over your chest and stomach. You’re not far behind him cumming in your hands, shooting the largest load you think you’ve ever shot.

Immediately as you finish shooting everywhere, you start thrashing about again to get him off you. He gyrates his hips for a few moments until he notices that you’re not moving as much. He pulls off you and takes a look at you.

“Shit, are you okay?” You give him a thumbs up as you cough. “I think you’ve had enough.” He says helping you sit up from the bed.

“Fuck.” You manage to get out as you look at him. He just shakes his head and pulls his shorts back up.

“You’re fucked up man.”

“Yeah, probably.” His scent is lingering and you know you’re going to be tasting that ass for at least another day.

“You need a shower more than I do.” You punch his arm but he’s probably right.

“Told you I can take it.” You brag.

“Don’t push it. I have more in my tank.” Booker gives you a hard pat on the back.

PFFFBBBRRRRR

He makes an effort to fan the fart towards you and you just laugh. “See you in the shower?” You nod and follow him, where you get to play with his ass just a little more.

[katyasrussianaccent]

somebody else (corpse x reader)

So I got the prompt "Why cant it be me" from @stylistiquements writing prompt! This is just angst lmao, I dont usually write angst but hopefully its okay. Based on Somebody Else by The 1975

TW: Alcohol and unresolved angst

There’s too many people at this party for Corpse’s liking. When Loey had invited him, his first thought was to say no. But, it’s her birthday, and while he’s out of his comfort zone, he’s trying at least.

The music playing isn’t to his taste; some pop singer that’s wailing about heartbreak. His fingers are wrapped around a glass that he hasn’t even drank out of yet, the ice that was once in it is just liquid now. It’s more a prop than anything - if he already has a drink, no-one will ask if he wants one.

The crowd in front of him disperses as the song changes to something else; a more upbeat pop number. His eyes immediately zero in on the couple opposite him, their limbs tangled together on the couch. So it was true. You had found someone else.

His fingers grip the glass harder, and he downs the drink, his throat burning as the liquid goes down, but it’s nothing compared to the white hot anger he’s feeling in his stomach. He watches as you laugh; it was his favourite thing about you - your laugh. You’d laugh at something like it was the funniest thing you’d ever heard; all full bodied with your teeth showing. He remembers when you used to laugh at him.

Deciding to put a stop to his masochistic tendencies, Corpse goes to get another drink, making it more alcohol than anything else. He stands there for just a second, the lyrics of the song ringing more true than he realised.

Our love has grown cold, you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else

It wasn’t meant to be like this, not really. It should’ve been him sitting by your side, his hand on your upper thigh. Are you wearing the perfume he bought you? He remembers when he gave you it; you threw your arms around his neck and for the first time in his life, he felt safe. Sitting back down, he drinks as he continues to watch. He doesn’t know why he can’t draw his eyes away from the scene in front of him; guess he’s always been a glutton for punishment.

I don’t want your body, but I’m picturing your body with somebody else

The petty part inside him says he got there first. He saw you first; anything you do with somebody else - you did with him first. He wonders if you’ve went grocery shopping together yet.

“Corpse, you can’t just get sweets. You need to get some fruit,” you had scolded, your face the picture of a disapproving mother.

His diet was terrible now; the days of home cooked meals had went out the door when you did. Some days he forgot to eat at all, not consciously; he just worked a lot and there wasn’t anyone there to actively check up on him.

He continues to drink, each glass containing more alcohol than the last. He doesn’t get drunk but there’s a warmth to his cheeks and the edges of his vision are blurred slightly. You stand up to dance, there’s a slight sway as you walk to the middle of the floor and Corpse can tell you’re wasted. You’re a cute drunk luckily, and he looks away as you pull the guy close to whisper in his ear before pressing a kiss to his cheek. The guy is good looking; all tanned with perfect hair. You loved his hair; your fingers would run through it while you watched a movie. You couldn’t do that with Mr Perfect’s hair; it’s too short.

Jealousy and bitterness go hand in hand with Corpse, and while he hates feeling like this, the alcohol in his system wins out. You’re dancing with the guy and Corpse smiles to himself as you flail your arms without a care. The guy pulls you in close by the hips and he watches as your face drops a little, your movements no longer free but restricted.

It pisses him off and he clenches his jaw as he watches on. You don’t dance like that; you’re a self-admitted awful dancer, but it’s incredibly endearing to him. It makes you happy to throw your limbs about, and it makes him sad to watch you shuffle awkwardly to the music. You go off to get a drink, and he can’t stop himself from following you.

He hangs back for a second, his brain trying to work out whether this is a smart idea or not. It isn’t and he knows that, but he just needs to talk to you. Just because.

“Straws are over there,” he says from behind you, causing you to jump slightly. Your eyes widen at the sight of him.

“Thanks,” you reply, grabbing one and sticking it in the glass. “You look well.”

“So do you,” he says. And you do, you look amazing, but you always did, even first thing in the morning with your hair sticking out, he thought you were beautiful.

“I see you’re wearing colour,” you joke, pointing to the grey t-shirt he has on. You’re nervous, he can tell by the death grip you have on your glass, the whites of your knuckle showing.

“Yeah, I tried to break the black up,” he replies. It’s silent as you take each other in and he wants nothing more than to take you in his arms and hold you close to him.

Your mouth opens for a second, before closing again. “You’re wearing the…” you trail off and he nods, his fingers automatically reaching to touch the necklace you had bought him for his birthday.

“I never take it off,” he replies and your eyes meet his. Your lips are pulled into a tight smile as you look down, and his fingers twitch, he wants you to look at him, he wants to tilt your head up so he can see you. He stops himself as you look back up, a familiar scent hitting his nostrils. “You’re wearing the perfume I got you.”

There’s surprise on your face, and something else that Corpse can’t register. Is it embarrassment?

"Yeah,” you whisper. “I should probably get back.” You go to leave, and his hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist. You look down at the contact, and his mind screams at him to let go, but your skin is warm under his touch, and it’s been so long, too long since he’s felt you. You don’t pull away, and his fingers press a little against your skin.

“Why can’t it be me?” Corpse asks, and you stiffen at the question, your face no longer soft. You yank away from him, your cheeks flushed with anger.

“Because you broke up with me,” you hiss at him, your tone full of venom. “Or did you forget that?”

“I didn’t forget,” he replies. “I made a mistake, I - “

“Over text message, Corpse, fucking text message,” you say, raising your voice, causing the people around you to glance over their shoulders at you.

“I know - “

“No. You don’t know. I love; loved you, and you took the cowardly way out. That’s why it isn’t you,” you reply. Your eyes are filled with tears, and he sniffs a little at the sight, his own eyes beginning to burn. You blink and a single tear falls down your cheek. You wipe it away, smearing your mascara a little. He reaches out to your cheek, wiping the black smudge away. You close your eyes, and he hears the slight shaky breath you exhale before opening your eyes, your face unreadable as his hand hovers over your skin. His hand stays there, it’s like it’s stuck, like his brain doesn’t want it to move and break the moment.

There’s a moment between you as you both look at each other. He takes in every detail of your face, memorising it for safekeeping. He thinks you’re doing the same, your eyes meeting his. The room is filled with people, but he doesn’t hear anything but white noise as he looks at you. He will only ever see you. Your hand reaches out to meet his, your face is almost confused as your finger tips touch his but before you can touch him properly, your name is shouted from the other room and the spell is broken.

There’s a sad smile on your face as you put your hand down and you walk away, leaving him to stand there. You don’t look back at him as you turn the corner and disappear out of sight.

[opheliawillowbrook]

How the Cookie Crumbles

To say his brothers fought would be an understatement: They warred. That. That was the better word. However, it was Dick who was the peacemaker among them. The mediator extraordinaire, translating all his brothers’ woes and misunderstandings into less doom-pending transgressions. But to say this unofficial, yet very necessary part he played was tasking was yet another understatement of unspeakable proportions. It was a FUCKING LOT.

“I swear to God, Drake. You and Brown are a special kind of stupid.”

“Shut up, Damian! It’s a good idea!” Tim grumbled in reply.

“Yeah! You’re just mad you didn’t think of it first!”

Dick’s face fell upon hearing the argument and considered turning the other way, but he’d learned the hard way that his lack of interference could result in bloodshed. Damian did have a history of stabbing Tim, and Robin had an impressive body count, according to Jason. I’d better  make sure he doesn’t add two more.

“Well, fuck me and my  entire life,” Dick droned in frustration. “What are you three bitching about now?”

“Damian keeps saying our idea is stupid,” Stephanie tattled.

“Yeah!” Tim added with crossed arms. “He says we lack the fortitude for good ideas!”

“You do!” the current robin exclaimed.

“Damian?”

The youngest batboy rolled his eyes and reasoned, “Listen, I know these two brain donors barely have two brain cells to rub between them—”

“That’s not the only thing they rub!” Jason called from the other room.

Damian again rolled his eyes in contempt and continued, “And I’ve accepted, as a member of this family, that everyone gets to act a little stupid from time to time. However, as much as I would like to respect their commitment to their shared stupidity, I feel as if they are abusing the privilege and it needs to stop before one of them gets hurt.”

“Wow, he actually cares,” Jason added from still in another room.

“Have you been sitting there listening the whole time?” Dick asked, near facepalm.

“Affirmative,” Jason confirmed, entering from the hall.

“And you did nothing to stop them fighting?”

“It’s funnier this way.”

“Do I always have to be the responsible one?”

“Affirmative,” all four said with little thought.

“Okay then,” Dick sighed with reluctance. “Damian, I know you find it hard to accept the choices of others, but you need to understand that free choice and expression is about accepting that others may not make the same choices as you, and that’s okay. It’s the same as you choosing not to take my dating advice and ask Raven out because you’re afraid of rejection—”

“Shut up, Grayson! This isn’t about me!!!” Damian spat.

“Damian has the hots for Raven?” Jason teased. “You have good taste, Mighty Mouse. She got a great—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Todd!” Dick and Damian ordered in unison.

“I was gonna say personality,” Jason droned. “Get your minds out of the gutter. I mean for fuck’ sake.”

“Sure you were,” Tim replied with a glower.

“Yeah Tim, cause you never stare at her tits while you talk to her,” Jason added, throwing him doubly under the bus.

“Dude, are you trying to get me killed?” Tim said, shooting an elbow into his brother’s ribs as Damian and Stephanie both glared. Spurring Dick into a further mood for murder.

“My point being is, just because you don’t like other peoples’ ideas, doesn’t mean they’re stupid.”

“Tell them the idea, guys!” Jason urged, stirring the pot.

Stephanie and Tim looked at each other and nodded, as though they’d discovered the holy grail itself. “We’re gonna write a series of YA novels and sell them on the web!” Steph sang optimistically.

“Yeah, it’s a huge and diverse market,” Tim added.

“And with established characters, we’ll make a killing.”

Dick’s brow furrowed. “That sounds like fanfiction?”

“It sounds like utter bullshit,” Damian sneered, not single fuck given.

“It’s not bullshit,” Tim snapped. “YA novels make up a huge portion of the market. People love those things.”

“Then name one YA novel that has sold more than a manga in the last 10 years?”

Tim shrugged. “I can’t think of one at the top of my head, but there they definitely exist and sell.”

“Yeah, so does my fanfiction based on this family,” Jason added under his breath.

“What?” Everyone asked.

“Nothing. Continue.”

“So anyway, I told Damian it’s a foolproof plan.”

Dick rolled his eyes with a bit of doubt, but who was he to judge or discourage their creativity. I mean, he dropped out of college after all? “I’m not saying I believe it’s bulletproof, because frankly, nothing is. But I’m curious why you would consider telling Damian? I mean, he hates most things.”

“And Drake. I hate Drake.”

“We’re all very aware, Dami,” Dick drawled in annoyance. “But yeah, why would you tell him anything important to you? Especially that?”

“Well, we kinda needed a loan. I knew Bruce would undoubtedly say no and, well, Damian has money.”

“Because I make good business decisions.”

“I don’t know why I thought of asking you?”

“You didn’t, Jason told you to,” Stephanie confessed, recalling an earlier conversation.

“Jason, really?” Dick tsked.

“Hey, Damian does make good business decisions. Who do you think cleans and invests money? It’s certainly not Alfred.”

“Because Alfred would have nothing to do with your blood money, Jason. And Damian, I’m very disappointed in you!”

“Grayson, I don’t know what high horse you are riding on today, but you better come off it. Father told me if I wanted money, that I needed to earn it and that I should get a job. So I got one.”

“Laundering money for Red Hood’s criminal Enterprise is not a job!”

“Actually it is. Mighty Mouse made us an LLC and everything. I own several Wash & Folds, all legitimate! Thanks to Hell Spawn here! I’m actually considering making him a partner.”

“So will your LLC fund our YA Novels?”

“Oh fuck no!”

“Come on, Jay! We have a solid business plan,” Stephanie pleased.

“You’re business plan is a bunch of meaningless numbers written on the back of a napkin and poorly illustrated versions of us,” Damian said, holding up the napkin in question.

“Okay, so it’s not the final draft, but we’re working on it!” Tim said pointedly.

“Yeah, as tempting as this all sounds, I didn’t make my money making half baked business decisions,” Jason reasoned

“No, you made it by taking over Gotham’s drug trade,” Dick clarified with disapproval.

“Which was a solid business decision.”

“Why do I even talk to you?”

“I don’t know why I talk to any of you,” Damian scowled, arms crossed, grateful there was no shared genetics between him and his adoptive kin. “I don’t understand what father saw in any of you.

“I can’t answer that,” Jason replied. “However, I can tell you, from personal experience, what he saw in your mom.”

“Do you wanna die, Todd?”

“Do you wanna not have a job?” Jason wanted. “Also, been there done that. But hey, if I died twice then I’d have buffy status so don’t threaten me with a good time, kid.”

“On that note, I’m leaving,” Damian grimaced. “I have to meet Raven, anyway.”

“Oh,” Dick sang. “You have a date!”

“It’s not a date.”

“Bet you wish it was a date,” Stephanie teased. “Y’know, if you just stopped acting like a dick all the time, I bet she’d go out with you.”

“Shut up, Brown.”

“Oh no,” Dick smiled. “I know it’s hard to believe, but he’s nice to Raven.”

“Hey keep that shit up,” Jason added. “If you’re nice to her, she’d be nice to you!”

“I hate all of you,” Damian proclaimed and stormed away.

“Fuck you too! See you at work Monday! Jason called, earning a tiger middle finger.

“He might be an asshole, but he’s a good kid,” Jason nodded with a sense of pride, causing to Dick to silently scoff. “Still needs to get laid though.”

“Bruce is gonna be so pissed when he finds out you pulled Dami into your bullshit.”

“You’re using Raven’s pet name for him now?” Jason mocked. “And fucker’s gonna have to prove it first; there’s a reason I hired ‘Dami’ for that job.”

“Dude, fuck you; dig your grave,” Dick lamented. “And don’t come at me with one of your tired ass death jokes, they’re getting old.”

“Suit yourself,” the Outlaw glowered as silence set in.

“So Dick,” Tim dared sheepishly. “You, um, wanna invest in--”

“Absolutely not,” the elder hero replied.

Leaving Jason to chuckle. “And that’s the way the cookie crumbled.”

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[quiet-onset]

stw headcanons #2

Summary: Sam meets his match part 2, electric boogaloo

TW: NSFW content, do not interact unless 18+!!!, unprotected sex (just don't do it, guys), choking, allusion to overstimulation, slight degradation, slight d/s dynamic (switch!reader, dom!Sam), mentions of female-receiving oral and spanking

Wasn’t going to write a part two and this is kinda long for a headcanon but @pixieyosi asked for it and I always have sinful thoughts so here we go

The next time you both saw each other was at a group thing. Just a little movie night with Bucky, Sarah, and the boys

Neither of you tried anything risky— mainly for the sake of Sam’s nephews — but god if heated glances weren’t exchanged.

You both were only alone over when you went to get refills for the snacks.

Silently, you’d walked around each other easily, like you’d been doing this for years. Ignoring the tension. But when it came time to return to the living room, Sam pulled you close by the forearm.

“Wanna explain that video?” He whispered lowly to avoid being heard.

“Nope.” You just smiled, throwing a piece of popcorn in your mouth and walking away.

(Sam had to adjust himself in his pants before returning to the group, but he decided two could play at that game.)

Then, everyday for the next 2 weeks, Sam made it his mission to either A) piss you off enough to make you make a move or B) fluster you enough to make his own.

When you came to training sessions, his shirt would always find its way to the ground. He secretly reveled in the way your eyes were glued to his frame as he dragged the shirt down his sculpted torso, clearing himself of a layer of sweat.

Once while hanging out with Bucky, he notices your new necklace. He waited until Bucky went to the bathroom to compliment it. “Nice necklace.”

“Thanks, Wils—“ You were cut off by your own gasp as he slid one thick finger under the necklace, lightly tugging to pull you closer.

“I wanted a better look.” He chuckled at your wide, lustblown eyes, releasing his hold when he heard the bathroom door open.

Your breaking point was probably when you took pictures together. You were swaying as he kind of knocked you off balance while he stood behind you, a smile on his lips as he pulled you close with his arms around your neck.

Bucky shouted something staying still, so you went to plant your feet solidly on the ground.

But Sam pulled you close. Close enough to feel his hardened bulge digging into the swell of your ass. “You heard the man — stay still.” Sam said as he squeezed you tighter.

You both smiled for the camera, but you could feel your pussy throbbing the entire time.

Finally, at the end of the day, when Bucky decided to head back to his own place, you were both left alone. Leaning on his kitchen counter, you glared at him while he scrubbed at dirty dishes. “You must be really desperate, huh, Wilson?”

“Whatever do you mean, Y/N?”

“You have been trying to get me to slip for the last few weeks now.” You sauntered up behind him, pressing your front to his back. You chuckled when he paused for a split second before scrubbing at his last dish again, then a hand around to his chest. “All because of a little video?” You mocked.

“A little video.” He repeated to himself with a scoff. He tried to ignore your hand as it slid down his chest, over his abs, and down to his groin, cupping his erection through his grey sweatpants.

“Did you like the video, Sam?” You asked, squeezing his bulge. “Did you listen to it with your cock in your hand?”

Sam knew what you were doing, talking to him like that. After all, great minds think alike. You wanted him to break, to give into you nice and easy.

You continued to rub him through his pants as he finished with the final dish, teasing and mocking him all while he washed and dried his hands.

Then, without a second to spare, he spun around to face you and brought one strong hand to your throat. He backed you into the counter as you clutched at his wrist.

“You wanna talk about ‘desperate’? You sent me that video.” He caged you in with his body, giving you no choice but to look him in the eye. “I was happy with my hand and my imagination, used to get myself off thinking about you all the time. But that wasn’t enough for you, was it? You needed more than that. Needed me to know how bad you wanted me.”

Sam was amused by the half-panicked, half-aroused look in your eye. It was almost like you couldn’t believe you were losing this game.

The final push came when he slotted his leg between yours. You could feel his warm cock on your thigh as he pushed his own thigh into your pussy, making your hips buck involuntarily.

He chuckled at the whimper you failed to conceal, giving your throat another squeeze. “If you wanted something from me, baby, all you had to do was ask.”

It wasn’t long before he was taking you, right there in the kitchen counter. His hips slapped up against you with every thrust as he buried his hand in your curls, pulling you close to kiss you and swallow your every moan.

You felt him hitting your G-spot, arching your back as he buried his face in your neck, focused on holding off his own orgasm.

“You feel me, baby?” He groaned in your hair. “Feel me stretching out this tight pussy? Bet it feels better than your fingers.”

You tried to answer him, you really did, but all that came out were moans and whimpers. You hoped that the scratches on his back would suffice.

When he felt your cunt flutter around him, he knew you were close. He chuckled at your inability to speak before pulling you closer, hiking one leg over his shoulder.

He pressed into you, long and hard, and you let out a long drawn-out whine, your orgasm creeping up on you. “Don’t you want to come, baby?” He mocked, remembering your relentless teasing. “Want to squeeze my dick like a good little slut?”

“Please!” Finally, a word broke free that might help you.

“Well, since you’re so polite.” He chuckled, speeding up his thrusts again.

He aimed the head of his cock at your G-spot, hitting it every time without fail. Soon, you fell apart on him, trying and failing to squeeze your legs together.

Sam barely allowed you a break. He pulled you off the counter and spun you around, your ass facing him.

(Of course, he couldn’t stop himself from fulfilling his fantasy of spanking your ass until it was feathered with a deep shade of red under the brown.)

After spending a generous amount of time on his knees, licking through your folds and sucking your clit till you could barely stand, he slid his cock into you once more.

“Y’know,” He grunted as he pulled you up by the hair, wanting to make sure you heard him, “For someone who prides herself on getting what she wants, it didn’t take long for you to give in to me, did it?”

“A hand around your throat and my cock against your thigh was all it took?”

“Maybe you were looking for someone to use you.”

“Not someone.” You choked out as your pussy squeezed around him, a reaction to his filthy words. “Just you, only you.”

Sam let out a deep chuckle at that, a strange sense of pride swelling in his chest. He wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you closer, arching your back just a bit more as he plowed into you. “That’s a good girl. My good girl, yeah?”

That was when the begging started. He knew what you were begging for, but he wouldn’t give it to you until you said it. “Just ask me, sweetheart, and I’ll give it to you.”

Tears began to fill your eyes as he reached his other hand around to rub your clit in slow circles, a sharp contrast to his rough thrusts into your wet, pulsing heat aimed at your G-spot. “Please, I need to come! Wanna come while you fill me up.”

“What a good girl, askin’ for what you want.” He praised, rubbing your clit in fast, tight circles. He felt his own orgasm coming fast, his balls tightening with every thrust into your heavenly cunt. “C’mon, come all over my dick, baby. Milk my cock with your pussy.”

You weren’t sure when your orgasm hit, but the white-hot pleasure practically blinded you, made more intense by the fact that Sam hadn’t stopped thrusting.

One breathtaking orgasm strung into another as your knees began to buckle. He held you up through his last few rough thrusts before his cock twitched inside you, shooting his come deep inside your pussy while you shuddered around him.

His groans and deep, slow thrusts that pushed his come back into you made you whimper as he placed open-mouthed kisses across your back.

“I know we did this backwards,” He said in between deep breaths, “But I would really like to take you on a date.”

You let out a breathless laugh, “As soon as I can walk again, we can go wherever you like, Sammy.”

[yoonpobs]

things change | jhs

pairing: jung hoseok x oc

genre: FLUFFFFFF, established relationship

words: 3, 377

summary: when you're an unlikely pair but it works

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like if you weren’t with her?” Yoongi slurs, his alcohol breath apparent enough for Hoseok to scrunch in his direction.

Hoseok knew, though. What he meant. Drunk Yoongi got sentimental and curious, two perceptions that were dangerous independently and possibly collateral together.

“I don’t.” Hoseok shrugs.

Because being with you was the best thing that’s happened to him and he would be a crazy man to ever put himself through the angst of imagining a world that he was Jung Hoseok without you by his side. It was cheesy and he was sure if he said it to your face you’d groan and shove him by the shoulder. But he’s always been observant and he’d be the first to see the way your eyes soften in a way that no one else can notice but him.

“I do.” Yoongi snorts.

Hoseok raises an eyebrow. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?” He’s careful with his words because Yoongi was no snitch, even if he was absolutely wasted. But Hoseok can’t say his interest isn’t piqued. Especially when he surrendered himself to the DD (designated driver) of the group.

“It’s just”—Yoongi sighs, sitting up and his drink sloshes in his cup when he places it onto the table—“I’ve said this before and you’ve probably heard this a thousand times but the two of you are so different.”

Hoseok remains silent but doesn’t do anything to give away the thoughts floating through his mind. He was half-expecting the same words to leave his friend's mouth, but having it be confirmed only makes Hoseok internalise his sighs.

“Yeah. You and every person who’s seen the two of us together.” Hoseok grunts.

“Look. I know you hate it when people point it out.” Yoongi says. “And I’m not here to tell you what you already know and on a fundamental level, we both know that the birds of a feather flock together bullshit is redundant and unrealistic. It’s just that every time I see the two of you together—it works. And it’s bewildering maybe because I can’t ever imagine _____ letting you win an argument.”

Hoseok blinks. “She doesn’t.”

Yoongi snickers, throwing the last bit of his drink down his throat before leaning back into the plush booth of the club they were at.

When Jin suggested throwing a bachelor party at one of the hottest nightclubs in Seoul, Yoongi and Hoseok almost ditched purely because the two of them had girlfriends and they didn’t really want to hear the end of the story if a stripper suddenly thought they were free game for the night.

Frankly, Yoongi’s girl was far more possessive but she was sweet. She just didn’t like it when people were actively trying to sleep with her boyfriend.

You, on the other hand, were simply unbothered. It wasn’t because you didn’t care—because you did. Hoseok knew that even if you’d roll your eyes at him when he’d joke about going to a strip club with the boys. But you weren’t insecure, and that wasn’t to say that women who were outwardly concerned were. You were just assured, and you made an effort to let Hoseok know that he needed you as much as you needed him—so anything he did wouldn’t just hurt you, but him too.

“It’s just that you’re basically the most cheerful dude I know and I don’t think I’ve seen you ever frown at anyone. Even the barista who fucked up our order four times.” Yoongi recalls. “Then there’s ____ who’s resting face literally is a big fuck you to anyone who breathes in her direction.”

Hoseok snorts, sipping his virgin cocktail. Even if he wasn’t the DD, he couldn’t do alcohol so the minty flavour of his drink was a night refresher for a tiring night (though he spent it just moping in his seat while the rest of his single friends partied away).

“I get mad too.” Hoseok shrugs.

“Yeah. Barely. Even then—you’re the most diplomatic person I know and you have a way of talking to people to get your point across without making them fear for their lives the next morning.” Yoongi deadpans.

“And sometimes diplomacy isn’t necessary.” Hoseok retorts.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “I’m not shitting on your girlfriend. You don’t need to play social justice warrior here.”

Hoseok sighs before leaning back, mirroring the man spread Yoongi was in while he ponders his next set of words carefully.

Yoongi was probably one of the most chill people Hoseok knows, and maybe that was why they got along so well. Yoongi was a take-no-shit kind of man who was truly sensitive under all the intimidating layers he showed the world. Hoseok was just nice, but he was no pushover. It was a good balance that came out when necessary.

So Hoseok didn’t want to rub Yoongi the wrong way and tell him to stop talking about petty differences between him and you but also wanted to satiate the curiousity that lingers in his eyes.

“I know,” Hoseok says. A girl nearly topples into their booth but Hoseok spots his younger friend Taehyung grabbing her by the waist and shooting the two men a sleazy wink before he stalks off with her in his arms. Yoongi rolls his eyes but Hoseok can’t even be bothered.

“I mean,” Yoongi drawls. “Based on what you told me I know that the two of you don’t even want the same things in the future. And again—not saying there’s anything wrong with that—but didn’t you want kids for the longest time?”

Hoseok nods his head, deciding against his words.

Yoongi clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth, nodding slowly as if he was processing Hoseok’s words.

“How did that … do you still want kids?”

“I want what _____ wants.”

Yoongi groans. “You sound like a total pushover.”

Hoseok levels a strict stare onto his friend, and even if Yoongi was older—there was something about a man who never got angry shooting him an intense stare that could make Yoongi zip his mouth.

“And kids aren’t endgame to a relationship. I love her, and yeah—I want kids. But she’s important to me and she’s here now. There isn’t a reason for me to condemn her or push her for a future that doesn’t exist yet. She’s the one carrying the baby for nine months and it’s her decision whether or not we have kids. Whether or not a kid comes along doesn’t matter to me because I’m with her because I love her and not because of a kid that isn’t real.”

Yoongi blinks. Then he huffs a breath out before letting out a low chuckle.

“Wow.”

“I know you don’t mean any harm but I don’t need to explain to anyone why _____ and I work so well together. But because you’re my best friend and you get oddly sentimental when you’re drunk I’ll spell it out for you and you better hope you’re sober enough to remember this tomorrow because I won’t repeat it again.” Hoseok says firmly.

Yoongi’s eyes widen at the serious tone Hoseok shifted to and observes the way Hoseok looks stern yet … soft, all at the same time.

“_____ is tough. In more ways than her exterior. She knows what she wants and what she’s ready for. And it was a goddamn miracle that she decided that what she wants and what she’s ready for was me. Yeah, she’s terrifying but she’s human—her heart is still pure and she’s a kind woman—person. Sure she’s systematic and needs an answer for everything but I’m her boyfriend and I’ll make sure that I can give her all the answer she needs to feel safe in this relationship. And yeah—we may not want the same things. She doesn’t want to get married but I do. But marriage isn’t endgame to me. She is. She wanted to move in together but I was iffy about it. So we live apart. That doesn’t change the nature of our love and she still loves me even if all I do is annoy her. So yeah. I’m willing to compromise and so is she. We’re different but we’re together.”

Hoseok is still calm as ever and there’s even a hint of a small smile on his face. The fact he’s smiling only testifies to the fact that you and Hoseok were so different from each other.

Yoongi is stunned to silence and sure he’s a quiet man but he usually had things to say, opinions to add. But Hoseok’s proclamation of your love only makes him sit in silence, letting the words dissipate in the atmosphere but remain in his conscience.

“Wow,” Yoongi repeats his words from earlier, but it’s all he can muster up.

Hoseok offers his friend a kind smile, sipping the rest of his drink while his friend can only stare at his nonchalant demeanour.

“And if you still don’t see it.” Hoseok grins. “There’s a reason why you don’t. I’m the only one that gets to fall in love with her like this.”

Yoongi whistles lowly before rolling his eyes. “No need to get possessive.”

“I’m a man in love. Sue me.” Hoseok shrugs with a slight smirk.

Yoongi gags at the cheesiness even if he finds himself internally grinning at his best friends blatant love for his girlfriend. He was sure it was the alcohol that was making him mushy—or perhaps Hoseok has always looked the way he did when he spoke about you. Eyes bright under dark lights and the heart-shaped smile of his becoming wider.

“If it counts for anything …” Yoongi trails off, offering a lazy smile to Hoseok. “I really hope she does marry you.”

Hoseok scoffs at Yoongi’s blatant optimism. Sure, he wanted that. He wanted nothing more than to see you in white, smiling only at him—or even with your usual stoic face—he doesn’t care. But he knew that the event itself would never change the fact that he wanted to be with you, now and forever. If fate wills, he’d marry you in a heartbeat. But Hoseok was content—and more importantly, he was in love.

“It doesn’t. But thanks.”

extra scene

“Hi, my love and my absolute sunshine.” Hoseok coos the next morning, and that’s the first thing he says when you open the door to your apartment; eyes already rolling to the back of your head.

“Did you do anything to piss me off?” You ask dryly.

Hoseok snickers, but pulls you in by your shoulders to give you a wet smooch to your lips that has you whining. You don’t push him away because you knew it was just the two of you and possibly one of your snooping neighbours.

“As you love to remind me during arguments—my existence is enough to do that, no?”

You nod your head, patting him gently on the cheek as you offer a half-hearted smile. “I’m glad you’re on the road to self-actualisation.”

Your boyfriend snorts, stepping into your apartment as he makes sure to leave his shoes on the shoe rack instead of idly laying on the floor because you were anal about things like that. And he missed you so he didn’t want you shooting him death stares just yet.

“You keep me on my feet.” Hoseok flirts, tone a little sleazy and you can’t help but sigh at your boyfriend's antics even though a hint of a smile marks your face.

When Hoseok settles into your couch, he immediately spots a wrapper that looked like it went into gift boxes—a pretty shade of green, which was his favourite colour. He immediately leans forward and eyes it with furrowed brows before looking up at you.

“My pretty baby got me a gift?” He wiggles said brows as you scoff at him, plopping into the seat next to him as you lean into his embrace.

“See for yourself.” You shrug, face still remaining blank.

Hoseok chuckles, already expecting your reaction even though everything about the placement of the wrapper to the strategic colour scheme of it screamed a gift for Hoseok. He knew you still got flustered when you did nice things for him, even if he’d argue that was on a daily basis because you were just a loud lover in a way that let your actions speak for your affection.

He wants to coddle you further, snuggle you so hard that you’d whine and attempt to shove him away until you decide that you secretly love it and hold him tight. He was so in love. But he placates the shift of your knee in a way he knew was due to your patience wearing thin.

So, he picks up the wrapper and realised that it was much lighter than he’d expected; and lacked the density of a usual present. It almost seemed like you were pulling a prank on him for no apparent reason. But Hoseok trusted you and knew that you weren’t the type to pull shit like that because you just had better things to do.

He unravels each crevice, eyes still searching for the gift that somehow never comes—all until he finally settles on a stick that he vaguely recognises from pharmacies that he never thought would be in his hands, staring up at him with two straight lines.

The silence is loud, but Hoseok is stunned. His mouth falls agape as he cradles the pregnancy test in his palm, eyes not bothering to look at your nervous expression. One that rarely comes from you just because you were an assured person in general and seldom needed validation from others.

But you loved Hoseok and you knew deep down that he’d always have an effect on you, words or actions—presence or not.

“Hobi?” You call softly, voice nervous as you fiddle with the hem of his shirt as he blankly stares at the test.

You’re terrified you made a mistake—or if he’s changed his mind because of your pessimism on the idea of having children. Sometimes you wonder how Hoseok could love you, all edges and harsh lines when you spoke. A woman who was either black and white or purely a grey area. Hoseok was the rainbow on dark days and brightened any environment.

You can’t read Hoseok’s face, and it scares you. Because you usually can since he was an open book. So when he finally turns to you, and you finally get a proper glimpse of his expression—

First, you see tears.

“I-Is this …?” He chokes.

Your eyes widen, immediately reaching out to cradle his cheeks as an involuntary reaction.

“Why are you crying?” You feel yourself tearing up and you try to suppress it. There was something about you being so connected to Hoseok and his feelings that made everything he felt translate to your own conscience.

“Y-You—I-I—you’re pregnant?” He whispers, eyes returning to the stick.

You nod your head slowly. “I am.”

Hoseok nibbles on his lips and you wait patiently for his next response. You can more or less guess that he’s happy yet confused, the conversation of potentially having kids never really showing any progress. But he’s been patient and so loving—and you thought you’d never shake but here you were.

The next thing you know, Hoseok is wrapping his arms around you so tightly that it hurts as you try to gasp for air. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck in a way that makes all your edges turn round, and your heart melt from the stone wall it was into a flurry of emotions that only he can bring out of you.

“We’re going to have a baby?” He asks softly, pulling away to clasp his palms around your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

“We are.” You reply, equally as soft; eyes and tone. “You’re going to be a father, Hobi.”

And somehow, that breaks him. He can’t stop the tears nor can you. So you allow him to cry, and you allow yourself to feel too; holding each other close as you feel his hand reach out for your stomach. And you can’t deny the butterflies that erupt.

When he manages to regain his composure, wiping at his eyes; he looks at you so earnestly and gives you a wide smile that drew you in from the moment you met, and grown to love.

“You really want this?” He asks, eyes concerned but tone irrevocably gentle. You knew he wasn’t doubting your choices, but respecting them.

You nod your head.

“For the longest time … I thought kids weren’t for me. That I wouldn’t be a good mother because of how I am.” You tell him, and you see Hoseok’s eyebrows furrow and you know he’s thinking about denying that. But Hoseok has never been the type to interrupt you while talking. “And maybe I won’t be, maybe I will. But having you here with me just reassures me to know that our baby will have the greatest, most loving and most patient father out there.”

Hoseok’s eyes soften, knowing how big of a decision this must’ve been for you.

“I love you.” He whispers when he leans in to give you a slow kiss on your lips, one that wasn’t leading anywhere but was nice enough to feel the emotions pouring through.

You don’t say it back, but you look at him with gentle eyes that only he can recognise—and he knows. He knows your heart like you know his.

“You’ve compromised a lot of things for me, and I know I’m particular about many things. I have a plan ten years down the road of where I’d like to be in my life—and I never thought I’d be planning with a kid in mind.” You chuckle softly, and Hoseok pulls you closer so that you’re resting your head against his chest. “But you make me want to do things I’ve never done. And I really—I really want this baby. I want him or her to grow up thinking about how badass their parents were even though their mom is a total bitch and their dad is the mediator of the family.”

Hoseok snorts, brushing his hands through your hair.

“How long?” He asks.

You grin against his t-shirt, not looking up when you fiddle with the fabric of it.

“I’ve been feeling symptoms for a month now, and the test was from a week ago. I went to the doctor to be sure because I knew from the moment I suspected it that I wanted it to be true, for you, for me—for us.”

Hoseok tilts your chin up, offering you the smile you love so much and you feel so … happy.

“Next thing you know I’ll have you walking down the aisle.” Hoseok sighs, happy and content.

You roll your eyes, narrowing it at him as you push on his chest to sit up.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Jung.”

Hoseok wraps his hand around the back of your neck before pulling you close to meet your lips again.

“Let a man dream.” He grins against the kiss.

He can feel your giggle and the way you do the thing that you do when you’re secretly ruffled but adore him way too much to pull away.

“You know this means we have to move in together, right?” You murmur against his lips.

Hoseok snorts. “Duh. But you know you already have a home in my heart, right?”

You expected it, but it doesn’t make it any less cheesy when you groan and shove at his chest. Hoseok cackles, fully loving the way you scrunch your eyebrows in distaste at him.

“I hate you.” You scowl.

“No, you don’t.” Hoseok sings, resting his head against your shoulder while he looks up at you with innocent eyes.

You’re happy, and so is he.

And a few months down the road, Hoseok drops a ring into your palm, no words or expectations. You roll your eyes, as usual; but you slip it onto your ring-ringer anyways.

[ajaviary]

Hi boo! I wanted to take part in your event if that's okay! I'd like the character(s) to be a surprise and I'm also completely open to poly ships, love them, even! I'm Sunny, She/Her. I'm the good student type, very focused on my studies, determined and ambitious, but as soon as I get out of class, I love the unexpected, the unknown, the adventures. As much as I like planning my far ahead future, I really enjoy not knowing what tomorrow will bring, like buying random plane tickets and leaving on my own without a dime in my pocket. I spend most of my time reading, writing, studying, traveling whenever I can. My love languages would be words of affirmation and physical touch. Tell me if you need more info, thank you so much for this event ❤️

MHA Match up - Touya Todoroki/Dabi X Keigo Tamaki x Reader (College AU)

Summary: You’ve been hitting the books a little too hard lately, studying for finals like your life depended on it and maybe it did. Touya was amazingly helpful, being your study buddy throughout the whole ordeal. It helped that he was a year above you, he had already been there and done that with a lot of the Gen Ed courses you were taking. Keigo was far more relaxed about the finals, preferring not to stress over them, but it was easy for him to say, he picked up on things so easily and his photographic memory did him so many favors. It came in handy in other ways too. While Dabi was your study buddy, Keigo was the one taking care of you both, feeding you, making sure you guys did find your way to your bed after you just couldn’t stay up any longer. You wouldn’t have believed that Keigo’s carefree attitude would rub off on either one of you but now that finals are over the three of you were off on a surprise adventure that was all Dabi’s idea.

Word Count: 3282

A/N: Thank you so much for joining my Fall in Love Event! I hope you like how this has played out! I really love the dynamic between them. Thanks again!

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You place your feet on the dashboard, your bare feet wiggling as you’d removed your sandals, this unplanned road trip was just what you needed after the dreaded finals week was officially over! It couldn’t have ended at a better time. You’d been ready to crawl into bed and sleep the moment you returned to your apartment. Those plans were derailed obviously, but you knew something was up as you’d been heading toward the bus stop, you’d left your car because Touya had dropped you off for your last exam that morning before he headed to work. Keigo had been still asleep in your bed when you both had been getting ready. To be fair, that man had the world's worst sleep schedule.

Warm fingers slid into your own, you stopped walking so quickly that Dabi had almost knocked you off your feet, his low growl in your ear as he curled his arm around your middle to keep you on your feet was well worth his irritation as you turned to look up at him. “I thought you were working!” You exclaim not at all bothered by the fact that a few of the college kids leaving have to weave around you both, but you don’t care. Your attention was all for him.

His fingers squeeze your own a little tighter his own way of telling you he’s not happy about the earphones in your ears, it was one of the reasons you hadn’t heard him call your name when you’d left the Science Building. He’d been waiting to catch you, but he’d just missed you having gotten taught up in a conversation with Tomura and Toga, when they had spotted him waiting for you. Getting the petite blonde to stop talking was nearly impossible. Thus he’d cut her off and told him he’d catch them later as he’d seen you leave through the crowd.

Touya was the one always harping on you about being aware of your surroundings. It was a safety thing, he was just trying to protect you. He knew some horrible things happened on College Campuses and he didn’t want any of those to happen to you, it was one of the reasons usually Keigo or himself would meet you outside your late night classes. It also said that he didn’t want to have an argument about them.

“I took a few days off -” He started but was immediately cut off as your hand raised to press your wrist against his forehead, checking to make sure he wasn’t sick. He looked a little flushed along the cheeks as your warm skin pressed against his forehead reminds him of what his mom used to do, when he was little. You’re much more attractive for worrying about him. Not that he doesn’t think he’s mom was cute, he does, but you're one of the ones he wants to spend the rest of his life with, so it’s different. That was another conversation to be had later, but he’d been working a lot of extra hours lately for something special, something you and Keigo weren’t aware of just why he was doing it, but Keigo knew something was up, that golden boy didn’t miss a damn thing and he was pretty sure he was snooping around his room when he’d been out.

“I’m fine,” he told you seriously, the scowl on his lips made you slid up on your tiptoes and plant a kiss on at the edge of his lips, just to hear him give a low growl as he curled his arm around your back and claim your mouth for a proper kiss, swallowing down your laughter and loving the feeling of your fingers in his hair. Yeah this was exactly where he wanted to be.

“Alright, Alright,” You tell him as you break away. “So why the time off?” The two of you had resumed walking as he led you toward his car. “It’s a surprise,” he told her with a grin, watching your face morph into a pout at the fact that he wasn’t going to tell you. Dabi already slid into the driver's seat by the time you stepped off the curb after shooting a hurried text to Keigo asking him if he knew what the surprise was. His only response was a winking emoji face which only caused you to round on the car to the passenger seat with an irritated huff. You hated being out of the loop when the guys planned things without you. It was a great little bonding time for them as they loved to tease you over what you didn’t know. You got them back though in ways that neither would ever forget.

“Don’t pout Princess,” Dabi told you with a smirk as he shot you a glance as he backed out of the parking spot and began to head toward the apartment you all shared. He wouldn’t be the first to admit the relationship the three of you had was a little odd, roommates turned shared lovers was not something that could easily be explained, but you didn’t need any labels, there was no jealousy in your relationship and things were usually open and relaxed, but today was the exception, it had to be as the surprise was for you and he refused to tell you, he was stubborn like that.

You round on him as he stops at a red light, you’d been shooting a flurry of texts back and forth with Keigo, Dabi knew because he could see the way your thumbs were flying from his peripheral. He expected you to start pestering him with questions so when you didn’t, he let his teeth sink into his lower lip, scraping his teeth over his own lip piercing as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. He didn’t want to fight with you, but the silent treatment was making him antsy. “Baby,” You ask him, as you lean over the console, your hand pressing the rest of your body toward him, this position gives you too much close contact with placing your lips so close to his ear. “Will you please tell me where we’re going?”

Touya shot you a glance with his bright blue eyes slamming to the light as he waited for it to turn green. It would turn green soon, he was sure of it. “Touya,” you ask softly, he can hear the smile in your voice as you know you’re about to get him to crack. His sigh of defeat is music to your ears as you lean back in your seat with a satisfied grin sliding along your lips. “So -” You start, letting the word drag on, as he rubs his free hand along the side of his neck where your breath had fanned over him, you did that on purpose you knew all his weak spots. “Where are we going?” you ask him again, waiting expectantly. There was no way your plan would fail you.

He had just turned into the parking lot of the apartment and pulled into one of the spots as he shut off the car and pulled his keys from the ignition. “Do you really want to know?” he asked you as he clicked the doors to unlock, he cast you a sideways glance, you didn’t catch the smirk that slid along his lips. “Yes!” You can’t help but exclaim as you throw up your hands as if that’s the most obvious answer. “We are going on a road trip,” he kept this voice as uninterested as possible as he got out of the car and closed the door, able to hear your scream of frustration before you had even opened your door. His laughter that you could hear as he walked away, should not have caused you to smile a little, you were supposed to be mad at him!

He wasn’t running from you, but his long strides were taking him further and further away from you. He let his fingers drag through Keigo’s hair as the other had been loading some bags into his SUV. You guys were taking his vehicle because it was going to be far more comfortable to ride in than his two door Mustang. “She’s all yours Hawkeye,” he told him. Keigo curled his fingers into his shirt and hauled his mouth down to his own for a quick kiss, not about to let him disappear that easily. Dabi let his fingers curl along his shoulder before he pushed away from him. “How pissed is she?” Keigo wondered his gaze darting to where you were still sitting in the passenger seat of the car. “Very,” Dabi told him with a chuckle before he disappeared into the apartment to make sure they weren’t forgetting anything and he had some extra things to pack up away from prying eyes.

Keigo watched you for a moment as you slammed the car door shut, only to stare for a moment at your bag on the floorboard and have to open the car door again to get it out, so your attempt at proving your point was lost. He chuckled to himself, his fingers dragging forward through his blonde locks to fix them, as he came over to you, your bag hanging between your fingers. He took your bag and slung it over his shoulder as he curled his arms around you from behind his chin resting on your shoulder as he nuzzled against your neck. “What’s wrong Songbird?” he asked softly, his voice low and soothing, but he already knew, he knew how much you hated not being in the loop.

“Keigo,” you mutter his name, a soft prayer on your lips as you let your body sink against his own, all solid muscle and comfort. “He’s such an asshole,” you grumble and you can feel the Blonde smirk against your neck as he tilts his head, a single golden eye raising to peer up at you. “Tell me something I don’t know,” he tells you with a chuckle, his fingers digging against your sides and he’s tickling you before you can even truly suck in a breath to comment on his obvious bullshit answer. You’re laughter is filling the apartment parking lot and can do nothing more than wiggling against him, attempting to break free, but it’s half hearted as he drags you back against his chest and after a few more moments of torturing you, he’s stopped with the dragging of his fingers into your sides and they instead stroke along your sides in a tender moment of domestic bliss.

“How was your Exam?” he asks gently, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms. He won’t ever admit that he’s been a little left out given all the time Finals have taken up, but he understands; he’s just feeling lonely. Your fingers move to rest atop his much larger ones and you let your thumbs brush over his knuckles and he presses a kiss against your neck as he waits for your answer, his hip shifting to press against Dabi’s Mustang. “I think it went well, but just glad it’s over you know?” you told him and for a moment you let your head fall back against his chest. “Me too,” he can’t help but agree as he shifts your stance; he presses your back against the car as his mouth claims your own, his tongue sliding along your lower lip and your fingers tighten on his forearms as you feel his tongue enter your mouth.

Some time in between the lazy kisses between you two Touya had returned and he stood leaning over the open driver side door of Keigo’s SUV watching the two of you. Some of his friends wondered how his relationship revolved around two people, one of them another guy no less, some wondered how the three of you got along like you did, many wondered if jealousy would have played a role, the answer was no, not really. It might have been if Keigo wasn’t interested in him too. He knew how lucky he was. The love each of you felt for each other was equal, neither stood above the other as it should be. He might have continued to watch the two of you if it wasn’t for the fact, they did need to get on the road. He enjoyed watching the two of you. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t tease you two a little, better him than your damn nosy neighbors. You know the ones who had their opinions ready to pass out, no matter if you asked for it or not. He just didn’t like to share the two of you with anyone.

He whistled, the sound sharp and clear, one of those wolf whistles and Keigo knows it’s him and he’s also one of the more observant, so he’s very aware of the fact that he’s watching them. “Let’s put on a show for him, wadda ya say?” he murmured in your ear. Your low chuckle is the only answer he gets before your arms curl around his neck and press your lips against his own and he hooks his arms easily along your legs and your legs curl around his waist, but your breaking the kiss and resting your cheek on your arm that’s still curled along his neck over his shoulder as your gaze is on Touya’s lingering form.

You stick your tongue out at Dabi, aware by his scowl as his gaze sweeps the apartment lot, that he doesn’t like the fact that you two are being so chummy in public. He’s such a sucker for keeping you both safe, but his protective nature isn’t something that truly bothers either of you. “Do you know where we’re going?” you ask Keigo as he walks with you easily across the lot toward the car. “Not really, but he’s pretty tight-lipped about where, but he told me to take a few days off work about three weeks ago,” he told you honestly. “Wherever we’re going he wanted it to be a surprise,” he flashed Touya a bright grin as he stuck his tongue out at him as he took his time getting to the SUV. “This sort of adventure isn’t usually his thing, I’d wager this is for you,” he admitted to you softly.

Your fingers press against his shoulders as you lean back in his arms, feeling his other hand travel up higher on your back to accommodate your shift of weight without any sign of discomfort. Your men had no issues carrying you at all. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes fill with guilt and regret for getting so angry with him when Dabi had only been wanting to do something nice for you, to surprise you. He loosened his hold on you and you slid to the ground at the front of his vehicle. His fingers travel along your shoulder before he’s disappearing into the back of the car, your bag safely being stowed away. He’s giving you two a moment to clear the air before the trip. That didn’t mean he wasn’t being nosy about it, the blonde was leaning his elbows on the console from the back seat, his shoulders touching the front seats as he watched you move toward their dark haired Prince.

Touya frowned as you moved around the vehicle and ate up the distance toward him. He couldn’t see your face because the wind had blown your hair in front of your face, but he could see the tension in your shoulders, he caught the tremble of your lower lip. He sucked in a breath your name, a soft question on his lips, his blue eyes concerned. You slid your arms around his waist and he curled his arms around you without needing conscious thought. As your cheek presses against his chest, your ear over his heart listening to its rapid cadence. He can feel your fingers curl along the fabric of his shirt across his toned stomach. “I shouldn’t have gotten so mad earlier.” He closes his eyes with a sigh as his arms tighten around you, before he places a soft kiss on your temple. “You know it’s no big deal,” he says gently, hoping to reassure you and when your hold only tightens, he knew he’d have to go another route to get you to see that it wasn’t a big deal. “I love riling you up,” he can’t help but tease with a sexy chuckle, his fingers traveling up and down your back in light scratching motions. “You’re cute when you're angry,” he can’t help but continue, feeling the way your body tenses against his own. As you shove against his chest and his hold only tightens on you as he claims your mouth with his own, his hand cupping your neck as he bends you back as he deepens the kiss and your fingers curl on the fabric of his jacket.

Keigo shifts his body till he’s half way on the console of the car, he’s just as bad as Touya with watching you both. “As hot as this is we should probably hit the road or we’ll never leave the apartment,” he calls out, as Dabi sets you back on your feet, his palm cupping your cheek, his fingers curling along your neck for a moment over your racing pulse. “I’ll give you a hint (Y/N), you’ve been there before and loved it,” Dabi told you before he directed you into the SUV, you were going to go around, but instead he directs you to the drivers side and you scoot over the console Keigo has vacated and slide into the passenger seat, you look down to see your sandals on the floorboard and you smile softly at the gesture as you change out of your shoes and slip on your comfy sandals and expose your painted toes as you lean back against the seat. “I think I’ll let this be a surprise,” you tell them both watching as Touya starts up the car and you lean your seat back a little more your arm stretching up over the head rest and Keigo laces his fingers with yours from the back and you other hand reaches over to across the console and Touya’s fingers curl with your own as he begins the start of your adventurous trip.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Dominant Jay

Gif credit @jesseswartzwelder

Requested by @weepingfestivalmentailty and anonymous.

Taglist @nocturnalherb16. @jesseswartzwelder

Hope you all enjoy.

Happy Reading Dollies

WARNING: Daddy dominant, daddy play, hand cuffs, butt plug being used, slapping, choking, consensual non consensual sex, sex without a condom. Basically 18+. Just enjoy, read with caution if you are uncomfortable with any of these things.

Jay stared at you at the bar talking to some guy that was new to the firehouse. You were just being nice but that pissed Jay off even more. You were his but only you and him knew about it.

"Jay, man are you alright"? Kevin came up behind him with his hand on Jay's shoulder.

"I'm fine". Jay narrowed his eyes at you just when you laughed and put your hand on the guys arm.

"You sure? Looks like you want to go rip that guys head off". Kevin took a sip of his beer.

"No, I'm fine. Excuse me". Jay chugged the rest of his beer and left Kevin at the table. Going over to you and the new guy.

"Excuse us". Jay grabbed you by the arm and drug you to the stocking room. He closed the door and turned around.

"What are doing? I was talking". You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I see the way you were talking. Touching and flirting with him. Just to piss me off". Jay was steaming. Yet you were getting wet, you loved it when Jay was mad. Made the sex....rough.

"I wasn't flirting. Just being nice and welcoming". You smiled and went to walk out the door. But Jay slammed it.

"Jay"? You gasped.

"You're not going anywhere". Jay growled, backing you up to the nearest wall.

"Jay, stop". You giggled, putting your hand on his hard chest. Playing around like this was the biggest turn on ever.

"That's assaulting a police officer. Put your hands behind your back now". Jay pulled out his handcuffs and proceeded to try and put them on you.

"Stop.  I didnt do anything". You rolled your eyes.

"You have the right to remain silent".

"I know my rights, asshole".

Jay jerked your chin for you to look at him. "Filthy mouth you got there". He smirked and roughly kissed you. Biting your bottom lip as he pulled away.

"Jay". It came out as a moan more than protest.

"Let's go". He slung the door open and headed towards the front. You still cuffed.

"Jay"? Adam questioned confused.

"She assaulted me. Time to learn a lesson". Jay chuckled as he walked on to the door. Adam stood there scratching his head still confused.

Jay walked you to his truck, opened the door and pushed you in the backseat.

"Pig". You sneered with a laugh.

"That's it". Jay got in behind you, closing the door. He pushed you backwards on your stomach. Grabbing your legs and bring your ass on his lap.

"This is for all the trouble you caused". Jay gave your right ass cheek a wack with his palm. Then another and another. Until you were squirming under his touch. Your ass cheek burned.

"Jay, stop. Someone will see". You squirmed trying to get away.

"No one will notice if you're quiet. So are you going to behave now, little girl"? He asked before giving your left ass cheek a slap.

"Yes, sir". You moaned when Jay rubbed your ass, making the stinging and burning slowly go away.

"Good girl".

"Can you uncuff me, please"?

That landed you another smack to your bottom, this one was harder than the others and it made you tear up. "Are you permitted to talk"? Jay roughly pulled your pants down to your ankles.

"No, sir. I'm sorry sir". You sobbed out.

Jay had his hand on your bottom still rubbing the sore spot. He reached down with his other hand and grabbed into his bag on the floor. You turned your head to see what he was doing but all you could see was something shine in his hand.

Jay grabbed the metal butt plug from his bag, he brought it to his mouth and spit on it. He opened your butt cheeks with his hand and spit on your tight little asshole. Gliding the metal toy across your hole. You sucked on your bottom lip, the anticipation was killing you. Jay had always talked about bringing toys into the bedroom but you never thought it would be something that went up your ass.

"Daddy"?

"You'll like this baby girl". He smirked, slowly pushing the metal plug into you. Your hole stretched. You relaxed the best you could but it was stretching to much.

"Jay"? You gasped as he pushed it further into you. Suddenly you felt full in the oddest way. But it was kinda turning you on. The way you squirmed, it moved inside you and hit a spot that made you moan out.

"I knew you would like it".

Jay pulled you up by your cuffs. Letting you sit on his lap, your bottom hurt so bad but you were soaking wet. The plug going in deeper.

"You going to be a good girl for daddy"? Jay took your chin in his hand.

"Yes, daddy". You shyly spoke.

"You want daddy to make you feel better"?

You looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

"Speak".

"Yes please, sir".

Jay brought out the cuff keys and uncuffed you at first. He took off your shirt and balled it up throwing it up front. Then he cuffed you back but your hands went up front now. Your wrist hurt when Jay pulled on them. You knew you would have bruises tomorrow at work.

"Lay down, let daddy take care of you". You did as you were told, laying down in the back seat. Jay slid your pants off the rest of the way throwing them with your shirt up front. He ran his hand down your body making you shiver. His cool hands on your warm body.

"Please, sir". You begged biting your lip. Jay shook his head and smacked your cheek. Your face burned a red place forming.

"No talking". Jay licked his lips and slowly slide your thong down your legs. The cool air hitting your wet center.

Jay whistled as he saw the glistening wetness coming from the light down at your center. He parked directly under a street light just for this.

"Naughty little girl". He snaked his finger in between your slit. Gliding his finger through your pussy lips. Easing his middle finger in your tight little wet hole.

Jay pushed your legs apart so he could get a better view. He loved your pussy. Couldnt get enough of it. One time he made you sit on his face and ate you out for an hour. At first you thought you had smothered him but he was just laying there taking in your scent and the pleasure of you having orgasms under his tongue.

"I've always loved it when you squirm. It gets me excited, like you dont know what". Jay licked his lips watching his finger get wetter and wetter. Your legs started trembling, his forearm veins bulged as he  picked up his pace, fingers tapping your gspot faster bringing you to your first orgasm.

"Fuck. I didn't tell you to cum but that was beautiful". Jay chuckled. You thought he was going to let the orgasm go freely and unpunished but he didnt. You got a slap to your throbbing clit. Your back arched off the seat with a hiss.

"Stay". Jay pushed you back down rubbing your clit. He wanted so badly to bury his face into your pussy but he stopped himself. He couldnt reward you for cumming without his permission.

Jay quickly flung off his shirt, unbuckled his belt and pushed off his pants. His cock was hard and dripping with precum. He stroked it but his hand wasn't enough. He had to be inside you.

He climbed on the seat in between your legs pushing them farther apart. You looked down at him his thick cock was bulging, his vein pulsing. He was so ready for you.

Jay knew he didn't need to prepare you, he lined himself up and roughly pushed in.

"Aaah". You moaned out, jay clamped his hand over your mouth.

"Quiet, dont want to get caught. That'll end all the fun". You nodded.

Jay pounded into you rough and hard. His cock murdering your insides. The feeling of him made you quiver. You held onto the door hand for support. He was going so fast your head was beating into the door.

"Fuck, your pussy is just waiting to milk me. I can feel you clenching around me.  You better not cum just yet". Jay growled, squeezing one breast with his free hand. You shook your head.

But the way Jay was fucking you, there was no way you would last long. The tip of his cock was nudging your g-spot over and over. You wanted to cry out in pleasure but you knew you would be punished. So you held on for a few more seconds then you exploded all over Jay, his cock and the backseat. Jay pulled out and you gushed the seat. Jay laughed evil, he rubbed your clit rough and made you keep squinting. He squeezed your clit between his fingers. You shuttered as your orgasm left you breathless.

"Now that was beautiful, little girl. Just what daddy needed". He laughed, removing his hand from your mouth. You took long deep breaths trying to steady your heart beat.

Jay moped up your liquids with his shirt and got back between your legs. Just as you were setting back down. He rammed into you. The butt plug grinding in deeper. 

Jay couldnt get enough. You knew his mission was to make you cum and then punish you for it. He was a evil mastermind but you loved every single minute of it.

"Who do you belong to"? Jay asked snaking his hand up your body and slowly going towards your throat.

"You, sir". You breathlessly whispered.

"That's right. If I catch you flirting with another guy. I will punish you severely. You won't be able to walk for days". Jay growled, squeezing your throat. His thrusts got deeper and at a un leveled pace. He was about to erupt.

"I promise". Your mouth dropped and your eyes rolled to the back of your eyes as another orgasm took over you. Jay came, shooting his large load inside you. The feeling of his warm cum made you feel full and complete.

"That's my girl. Taking Daddys cum like a big girl without a condom. You make me so proud". Jay roughly kissed your lips.

He laid on top of you until he got soft and pulled out. Sitting up in the seat he softly pulled you with his. Your body hurt, your mind spinning but you were very satisfied and pleased.

"You okay? I didnt hurt you did i"? Jay wrapped his arm around you, kissing your cheek that he had smacked.

"I'm great. That was amazing. The plug made it so hot". You beamed with a smile.

"I wasn't going to do it tonight but I was feeling something and I found it hot as well. Maybe one day we'll replace it with my cock". Jay smirked with cockiness.

"Maybe. It didnt hurt to bad. But your dick is way bigger than that so we'll ease into it". You said snuggling into him.

"Wonder what Adam will say tomorrow at work"?

"I dont care. We should just come out and tell everyone".

"And ruin all the hotness by sneaking around and doing this".

"We can still do it".

"But it wont be as fun". Jay frowned. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the cuff keys.

"Here let me help you". Jay gently uncuffed one hand and then swiftly grabbed it.  Forcing you back on your stomach. He cuffed you to the door handle.

"Jay Halstead. Let me go". You giggled kicking your feet. This was so exciting.

"Oh no. I'm not finished with you yet". Jay slapped your ass right where your plug was at. You moaned out. He grabbed his boxers and went to the front. Starting his truck. You didn't know where you were going but you couldnt wait to get there.