#he’s so big brother i’m going to rip my fucking hair out

[inkykeiji]

i think, if it were up to caleb (and it is, in his big brother brain), you’d never get anything done, because he would always either be doing it for you, or stopping you from doing it altogether.

that sharp tongue is always equipped with a rationale to go along with his decision, too. it’s either too dangerous, or too silly, or something you ‘don’t need to do, because he’s there’. he has a talent for twisting any and every situation to his benefit, with seemingly sound justification for his final verdict. and it is final, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

[theemporium]

hiiii!! could i please order a smutberry with prompts 32 and 40 with luke hughes?? 💕💕

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

40. “Go on. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

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Luke Hughes never considered himself an overly cocky or arrogant guy.

Maybe it was down to the way he was raised growing up, or maybe it was more related to the fact that it just never really fit his personality. He was confident, no doubt. But it was never too in your face, never too over the top. It wasn’t his style. It wasn’t who he was. 

But sometimes—just sometimes—there were certain situations where Luke found himself acting a bit…douchey, for lack of a better word.

It was warranted. It was always warranted. And this time was no different as he stepped off the ice, buzzing on a high that the final game buzzer left ringing through his bones. He felt like he could jump over the fucking moon if someone gave him the chance. And the energy in the locker room was no different. 

It was no secret that there had been a lot of slack and doubt thrown at the Devils for drafting him. Most of them claimed he was only chosen for his name, for his brothers’ talents rather than his own skills. Most of them said he was a bust, a flop choice, and a variety of other names that left a bitter taste in his mouth. 

But he had been on fire for the last few games. Absolutely killing it. And it all lead to tonight’s game, a multi-point game that ended with Luke scoring the goal that secured the Devils the win to keep their streak going. 

And he was fucking buzzing out of his skin. 

The thrill of the win and satisfaction of proving those haters wrong morphed into something cockier, something that settled in the pit of his stomach and left him wanting more than slaps on his back or beers at a bar or praise from the media. 

He wanted something much more fulfilling than all of that.

“Fuck,” Luke groaned, his head falling back against the headboard as you sunk down onto his cock. “Atta girl, babe.” 

You let out a choked gasp as he bottomed out inside you, your chest heaving and your legs already shaking. You were straddling his lap, your legs spread and your wet thighs already exposing just how much he had been teasing you since he arrived home, since he practically ripped your clothes off and bent you over the back of the couch before devouring you from behind. 

He was on a high and he wanted to keep his good mood going. 

It just seemed that was at the expense of your brain because you were pretty sure he wasn’t stopping until he had fucked you dumb—not that you had any issues with that.

“Shitshitshitshit,” you whined, your nails digging into his shoulders and your head dropping to his chest. “Fuck, feel so big.” 

“Yeah?” You could hear the cockiness in his voice, his hands soothing up and down your thighs. “God, baby, look at you. Fucking wrecked and I’ve not even done anything.” 

“Luke,” you breathed out, your cheeks flushed and your eyes glossy as you looked up at him. “Please.” 

“Nuh uh, baby,” he cooed as his hands cupped your face, tucking your hair behind your ears. “I’m the man of the night. You said so yourself, said you wanted to reward me.”

You tucked your lip between your teeth, the memory of your messages to him after the game flashing to the front of your mind. 

“Go on. Fuck yourself on my cock,” Luke grinned, leaning back against the headboard and giving your ass an encouraging slap. “Wanna see my pretty girl bouncing on my dick, see you fuck yourself dumb until you’re begging me to take over.”

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[rinhaler]

May I humbly ask for Satoru Gojo stepcest with noncon dacryphilia and breeding kink? No pressure it's just something that crossed my mind

of COURSE you may sweetheart! Thank you for the request, sorry it's a little short but I hope it's okay :3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, noncon, fem!reader, stepcest, step bro!gojo, vaginal sex, he pushes fingers in once and then pulls 'em out, dacryphilia, creampie, breeding kink, hair pulling.

words: 0.9k

“I knew you had a thing for Suguru… how embarrassing.” your step-brother teases you as he enters your room. You scoff, hanging up on your friend and tossing your phone down on your dressing table. “What? Something I said?” he chuckles.

“I can’t stand you, leave me alone.”

“Awe, don’t be like that, let me help. He is my best friend after all. No one knows him better than I do.” he reminds you.

The offer is intriguing and almost too good to refuse. He smirks as he watches your thought process through your facial expressions. You catch him, shaking your head and turning your nose up at his offer. You turn to look in yourself mirror, touching up your makeup.

“You got me. I can’t help, he’d never be interested in you.”

“Why would you say that?” you look at him again, pouting. “I’m minding my own business in here. You just came in and tried to ruin my day.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” he responds. “I don’t want you to fuck him.”

“Hah, why? Because you want to fuck me?”

“That’s right.” he nods, coming further into your room and shutting the door behind himself.

“Well that will never happen!” you slam your blush palette down on the table. You bend to pick up your purse, and you catch the way his head tilts in your mirror to check out your ass. “Satoru. Never gonna happen.”

He rolls his eyes as he steps closer to you. You’re too busy rummaging through your handbag to notice until he’s behind you. Before you can yell at him, his hand covers your mouth. You had no idea he was so strong, unable to fight him as he pulls you over to your bed. He collapses on top of you and shoves your face into the mattress.

“Sweetheart… you don’t have a choice.”

Your kicking does little to dissuade him, and neither does your muffled speech as you try and think of anything to say to stop this from happening. Of course, it’s all in vain. He pushes your skirt up to reveal your plump ass and lacy panties. His big hands make light work of ripping the material apart, giving himself easy access to your tight heat.

His fingers weave through your hair, pulling your head up away from the patch below that you had warmed with your heavy breathing.

“You cryin’?” he smirks. You hate that he can see what he’s reduced you to. You’re scared and tense and all too aware of what he’s about to do. He pulls out his cock with ease, fisting it a few times before lining it up with your tight hole. “If you tell me you want this, I’ll poke you.” he chuckles, the unmistakable laughter signifying that he’s going to get what he wants no matter what you say. It’s so annoying, normally. But right now, it’s harrowing.

“You—”

“Yeah, princess. I’ll poke you.” he moves his fingers to prod at your entrance, sliding two of them inside and coating them in your slick. “Juuuust like that. And it won’t hurt as much when you take my cock, it’s big, y’know.”

You ignore him, opting to put your face back into the mattress to stifle yourself for what’s to come. He shrugs, his offer and kindness isn’t going to be repeated.

“Suit yourself… guess I’ll have to be a little rough.”

He pushes his tip against your entrance, hissing as your hole swallows him beautifully. It’s almost like you want this. He pushes in further… further… further. Until your sopping cunt meets the base of his cock. Your slick coats his white, trimmed pubes and they look like diamond dust.

You cry out as he moves his hips, tears streaming down your face without any sign of stopping. He smirks, sadistically, understanding that you regret not taking him up on his generous offer.

“You can be as loud as you want, little sister. No one is home… so scream for me.”

As much as you want to, you fight it. You keep your screams to yourself, but the same can’t be said for your tears. He pulls your hair again, almost ripping it from the roots as he pulls your face close to his own. His head tilts forward so he can lick the salty tears pouring down your cheeks.

“Fuck, gets me goin’ when pretty things like you cry around my cock.” he tells you, hips stuttering as he continues fucking into you. “You know what else I like? Cumming inside. ‘nd I’m real close.”

“You can’t! Pull out! Please Sato—”

“Oh no. Does my poor little sister use condoms? You aren’t on the pill? Well, guess I’ll just have to knock you up. Suguru really won’t want’cha then, you’ll be aaaall mine.”

Your fingers grasp as the duvet material beneath you as you try to ground yourself, you’re close, but you’re hoping he’ll cum first. You leave your body in the final moments of this encounter, picturing which drug store is closest and which one opens earliest so you can get the morning after pill as soon as possible. All the while Gojo is fantasising how cute you’d look stuffed full with his baby.

He grunts as his balls tighten and empty inside of you.

“I should pull out… but I don’t wanna waste a drop.” both of his palms slam down on your ass, and he laughs at the way you jolt forward. “Not that is matters.”

“What… do you mean?”

“Well, sweetheart, you didn’t think that was it… did you?”

© 2023 rinitxshi

[holylulusworld]

Indifferent (7)

Summary: Your father wanted a bond between you and the Barnes Empire. No matter what.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Characters: Captain Syverson

Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, arguments, mafia au, strong reader, jealousy, language, mentions of domestic violence/slight violence against Bucky  

Catch up here: Indifferent (6)

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Bucky is seething.

His office lies in ruins.

Every single piece of furniture was destroyed, and even the wallpaper hung loose from the walls. He ripped the divorce papers into shreds before drinking himself to sleep.

He fucked up. Big time.

“Buck, you go to get up and fix this shit,” Steve sighs. He runs his hand down his face. Bucky’s second-in-command is tired of his friend’s shit. “If only you didn’t conspire with her father. Of course, this was the last thing she wanted to hear. The two men in her life betraying her in the worst way possible.”

“What do you know about women?” Bucky slurs. “You never had yours under control. She’s waltzing around town, telling everyone you got weak.”

“Buck, I love you like a brother, but if you say another word about my wife, you’ll miss a few teeth,” Steve towers over his friend, holding out his hand. “Choose. Do you want me to help you find Y/N or sit on the floor and drink your mind away?”

“I know where she went,” Bucky scoffs. “I bet she’s sitting at my mom’s table, sipping tea while ratting me out. That fucking brat!”

“Hmm…” Steve nods thoughtfully while glancing at Bucky, who sits on the floor in nothing but his boxer briefs. “I wonder why you’re making me blush with the problem in your pants and still refuse to admit that you’re head-over-heels for your wife.”

“I’m not!” Bucky throws the half-empty bottle of Scotch at his friend. Steve easily dodges the attack and snickers. “How dare you say shit like that! She’s the last pussy I want to pound. I only want to get my hands on her to spank her ass raw!”

Steve throws his head back laughing. “Buck, stop being an idiot. You two are butting heads because you are so into each other it’s painful to watch. Just fuck it out of your system.”

“I bet she’s got teeth down there too,” Bucky lies on the floor and curls into a ball. He’s just done. “If I try to push my little Bucky in there, she’ll bite it off and feed it to her lover, Thor. A tall and bulky blonde with waving hair. That asshole looks like one of the guys in my mom’s romance novels.”

“Buck,” Steve crouches down to pat Bucky’s back, “talk to me, punk. Did you fall in love with the masseur?”

“What?” Bucky growls and sits up a little too fast. He cradles his head, groaning. “I’ll cut your head off if you say that again. I should’ve ripped that masseur apart.”

“I’m telling you one last time to stop being a stupid bastard and get your wife back. Your mother was right. Y/N, and you are a great match. You’re just too blind and stubborn to admit it.”

“Stop talking shit,” Bucky growls at his friend. “I don’t even like her! She’s a brat, and annoying and loud and a fucking thorn in my side.”

“That’s a fucking lot of ‘ands,” Steve laughs again. He shakes his head before holding out his hand. “Let’s get you sober and clean. After you come back to your senses, we can think about a way to get your wife back.”

“What are your plans?” Sy watches you pace back and forth in the motel room you’re hiding at. After you called your father to ask him if Bucky told you the truth, you’re restless. “Sugar, stop walking holes into the floor.”

He grabs your upper arms to stop you from freaking out. “He told me it’s true. My father, the man I trusted with my life, sided with Barnes. Can you believe he did this to me?”

Sy looks away, ashamed.

“Sy, what are you hiding from me?” You question and grab his face to force him to look you in the eyes. “I deserve the truth, don’t you think?”

“Before your wedding, I heard Barnes and your father talk. Your father was always a greedy and power-hungry man. His greed for power only got worse the older he got.”

“I know my father is a greedy man,” you sniff, forcing a weak smile on your face. “What do I not know?”

“George Barnes got weak. Everyone knows it. Your father wanted to form a bond between your families to easily take the Barnes’ empire over.” Sy reveals a truth you didn’t want to know about.

“This makes me a pawn in their game,” you muse. “Wow. I believed I was a sacrificial lamb to strengthen our empires, not to fulfill my daddy’s wet dream to take over another empire.”

“Sugar, I’m sorry for hiding things from you. Their deal was one of the reasons I quit my job and work as a freelancer now. I never wanted to lie to you while looking you in the eyes.” Sy covers your hands with his, squeezing them. “Still, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you so before you married Barnes.”

“You’re here now.” The betrayal is still fresh in your memory; you sniffle. “Nothing else is important. You fulfilled your duty. I know how important loyalty is to you.”

“Loyalty is everything in my line of work,” he replies before clearing his throat. Your hands are still on his face, and he’s feeling something else than responsibility at that moment. “We should lie low for now. Maybe reconsider your plan.”

“Reconsider my plan?” You question.

“You said it yourself; Bucky will be out for blood. Maybe it’s not the worst idea to ask Winnifred Barnes for help. I heard she’s very fond of you.”

“I don’t want to drag her into this shit show,” you hastily reply and shake your head. “Winnifred was nothing but good to me. She doesn’t deserve to end up hurt or worse because of my father’s plans. We should keep her out of this.”

“It’s your decision,” Sy sighs when you drop your hands from his face to pace the room again. “I’m with you the whole way. Just tell me what to do.”

“We’ll need a better plan than filing for divorce, I guess,” you sigh and sit down on the bed. Of course, there was only one free room with only one bed. “I think for now all we can do is get some sleep. I could fall asleep standing.”

“You can sleep,” Sy says as he checks on the locks again. You fall onto the mattress and roll to your side to watch him shove a commode in front of the door. “I’ll make sure no one dares to enter the room.”

Sy clicks his tongue, signaling his dog to guard the bed. Aika jumps onto the bed to lie next to you. “What?”

“Aika will protect you at all costs, Y/N,” he says. His features soften when you look his way. “I don’t expect them to find us here. I paid cash, and no one knows us here. Rest now. You’ll need all the sleep you can get.”

On the other end of town, Bucky is aimlessly driving around. He slams his hands onto the steering wheel, cursing himself for even looking for you.

“I’ll find and tame you, brat…”

[angelicsoka]

REAL GENTLEMEN, b. bradshaw

word count | 2.3k

pairings | bradley “rooster” bradshaw x fem!seresin!reader

summary | in which jake’s sister goes on a bad date, and bradley decides to show her how a real gentleman acts.

warnings | slight angst (not rooster’s doing), icky men just looking for sex. age gap relationship: reader is 21, rooster is 33. reader is in college. use of ‘y/n’. insinuations of smut but no actual smut. not proofread. lowercase intended. 

a/n | i got this idea a few days ago and figured this would be perfect for rooster x hangman’s sister!reader, i did get carried away and i had to cut myself off before i wrote a whole ass novel. i would be more than happy to write a part two tho ;))))

it had been a month since you had seen your big brother jake in person, as he had been called back to TOP GUN for some classified mission he couldn’t tell you about, which meant limited phone calls. instead you were left back in lemoore, california in your shared apartment all by yourself. to pass the time when you weren’t in class or working part time as a server, you decided to join an online dating site. at first, it was nothing more than just trying to connect with people in the area since you weren’t from around there, but you had recently swiped right on a good looking guy who had a good sense of humor and a great personality. soon, a date had been set up for later in the week, and you felt genuinely excited.

as you sat in your room, deciding between your favorite dress and a more casual outfit, you heard the front door opening. you weren’t expecting anyone, so you grabbed the baseball that sat near your door, ignoring the uneasy pit in your stomach as you quietly walked towards the living room. you heard loud rustling, raising your bat in defense as you jumped the front door, blindly swinging. “jesus, stop– stop swinging!” you stopped your rapid swinging at the sound of your older brother's voice as he ripped the bat from your hands. “what are you doing? you coulda hurt yourself!”

“jake? shit, i thought you were an intruder or something! you could've told me you were coming back!” as angry as you were at jake for nearly giving you a heart attack, you hugged him tightly, pulling back when you noticed the group of people behind him. “and i see you brought friends.”

“ah, yes. y/n, meet the dagger squad: phoenix, rooster, bob, fanboy, payback, and you know coyote.” you furrowed your eyebrows at all the callsigns, “guys, this is my baby sister, y/n.” you smiled kindly to coyote before awkwardly waving to the rest group, now realizing you looked kind of crazy with your makeup and hair half done, wildly yielding a bat. 

“sorry about the whole trying to beat you with a bat thing, jake didn’t tell me he was coming back, let alone bringing friends.” you glared at jake before stepping aside to allow the group to walk further in. “i haven't been able to go to the store this week, but you are welcome to anything in the kitchen.”

“why do you look like that?” jake questioned, you followed behind him as the dagger squad began to get comfortable.

“don’t be a jackass! i’ll have you know, i was in the middle of getting ready for my date tonight when–” you started, only to be rudely interrupted by your dumbass of a brother.

“woah, woah, woah, date? since when did you date?” he snarked to which you rolled your eyes, shoving past him. 

“since you left! and now i’m running late because of you and i still haven't picked out my outfit!” you began to panic, realizing your date would be here soon and you still weren’t dressed. “fuck!” you rushed back to your room, still unsure of what to wear. you were beginning to get really frustrated when a knock sounded at your bedroom door. “come in.” the woman from the dagger squad, phoenix, entered with a hesitant smile.

“sorry, if i’m intruding but you seemed stressed the fuck out so i figured i’d try to help you out.” you smiled thankfully, holding up your two outfit options.

“thank you so much! okay, so i’m stuck between these two.” with natasha’s help, as she had properly introduced herself, you were able to get to the door before your brother could, allowing you to leave with your date before jake could interfere. “i’m leaving, bye!” you quickly shut the door, accepting the hand of your date. 

the date itself didn't go horrible, at least not until the end. your date, mike, was a gentleman: opening your car door, pulling the chair out for you, the works. but it started to get weird when the server came over, ready to take your order. she looked at you, only to be interrupted by mike who proceeded to order a salad for you, while he got a steak. you didn't say anything, smiling awkwardly to the server who sent you an apologetic look. after dinner, mike led you to his car, opening the door. “so, would you like to go back to my place now, or did you want to stop somewhere before?” he said nonchalantly, leaving you bewildered and offended.

“excuse me?” mike seemed confused by your reaction. “i wasn't planning on going home with you. i thought i made that clear when we first planned the date.”

“are you being serious? i thought you were just playing hard to get.” you huffed out a laugh in disgust, “i was a gentleman, i drove you, i paid for dinner. the least you could do is come home with me.” shocked was an understatement.

“first of all, you paid for dinner, yes, but you didn't even let me order what i wanted! that hardly makes you a gentleman! second of all, expecting sex as a return to paying for dinner is the least gentleman thing i can think of! expecting sex, after someone made it clear they weren’t looking for it, is crazy!” you pushed the car door open, quickly getting out.

“where are you going?” mike called out after you, watching as you pulled out your phone. “i’m your ride!”

“i’d rather walk than be stuck in a car with a piece of shit like you!” you started walking away, the tears that you had been holding back began to cascade down your cheeks. you fumbled with your phone, pulling up jake’s contact. “jake, can you come pick me up?”

“what's wrong? are you okay?” jake’s worried voice must have caused concern amongst his friends, who’s murmurs you could barely pick up.

“the dude was a douche. please, jake.” you pleaded, taking a seat on a bench, ignoring the strange looks from passersby.

“text me your location.” you hung up after thanking jake, quickly texting him your location. you patiently waited for jake to arrive, trying to calm yourself down before jake got there. you watched as a blue bronco pulled up, surprised when jake hopped out, followed by one of his friends, who’s name you couldn’t quite remember. you groaned internally; the last thing you wanted was one of jake’s (hot) friends to see you crying on a bench after a shitty date. “what happened? are you okay? did he hurt you? cause i have no problem committing homicide for you.” that last part made you smile slightly.

“jake, i’m okay. the dude was a douchebag but he didn't hurt me or anything.” you reassured your brother, who seemed relieved. the guy behind him, goose was it?, seemed surprised at your brother’s kindness. “did you really have to bring one of your friends though?” you asked in a whisper, smiling softly to the guy, who smiled back slightly. 

“sorry, my truck wouldn’t start and rooster offered to drive.” you nodded, looking to rooster who stood there awkwardly. “let's get you home.” jake and rooster led you to the bronco, jake taking the passenger seat as you climbed into the backseat. the ride was silent and awkward, as you watched out the window, listening to the quiet country music that played.

as soon as rooster’s bronco rolled to a stop, you pushed the door open, walking hurriedly to your apartment. you pushed the door open, not bothering to close it since jake was not far behind you. you rushed past the group who were watching a movie, slamming your bedroom door shut. you finally broke down, feeling disgusted and hurt by the night's events. you changed into sweats and one of jake’s old shirts you had stolen years ago, crawling into your bed. you curled into yourself under your blankets, ignoring jake as he knocked on your door.

“y/n? can we talk?” jake called through the door, his own worried expression causing concern amongst his friends. they had never seen jake like this.

“i’m fine, jake. just leave me alone, please.” you begged your brother, who seemed to accept you weren’t ready to talk. he left you alone to wallow in your pity, for god knows how long. 

when you finally got up, it was dark in the apartment and the dagger squad was asleep in the living room. you tried to stay quiet, walking toward the kitchen, flipping on a small light that hopefully wouldn’t wake the sleeping aviators in the other room. you jumped when you noticed a figure sitting at the island, who seemed surprised to see you.

“shit! you scared me!” you whisper-shouted at rooster who was happily enjoying a bowl of ice cream. “what are you doing in here?” rooster looked at you and then to the bowl in front of him, and then back to you.

“i could ask you the same question. it’s past your bedtime, isn’t it?” you rolled your eyes, grabbing a bowl and spoon before joining rooster at the island. 

“well, this is my apartment, and that is my ice cream.” you began to scoop ice cream into your bowl, smirking slightly at rooster. “and i don’t have a bedtime!” rooster laughed at your exasperation. “what are you doing up, rooster? i thought an old man like you would be snoring loudly like your pals out there.” 

“first of all, you can call me bradley, if you’d like,” you nodded; the name fit him well. “second of all, i am not an old man!” you laughed a little too loudly, your eyes widening when you heard someone stir. you and bradley stilled for a moment, but nothing happened. “i just… couldn’t sleep, i guess.” bradley shrugged, pushing his ice cream around with his spoon.

“yeah, same.” you quieted for a moment before an idea popped in your head. “y’know, when i can’t sleep i usually go for a drive. i know this place where you can see the stars clearly, i can show you, if you’d like.” bradley seemed to hesitate for just a moment before agreeing. you both quietly put on some shoes, bradley grabbing his keys as you both tiptoed out of the apartment. you followed bradley to his bronco, smiling as he opened the door for you, allowing you to climb into the passenger’s seat. “i’ll direct you there.” 

bradley put on a random radio station, singing along as you directed him to your favorite place. it took about thirty minutes before bradley was pulling over on a dirt road near an open grassy area. you climbed out the bronco, bradley meeting you on the other side. you took his hand into yours, ignoring the heat that began to spread on your face, as you led him over to the area. “look.” you pointed to the sky which held millions of stars, which never failed to amaze you. “there’s the little dipper, it's a part of the ursa minor constellation.” you explained, pointing out the constellation to bradley, who followed your finger. “isn’t it beautiful?” bradley looked at you, taking in the beauty that is you. 

“yeah.” his voice came out barely above a whisper, his eyes still trained on you. he was pulled back to reality as you pointed out more of the stars. bradley watched as your face lit up while talking about all things astrology related, he couldn’t understand how someone could hurt someone as sweet as you. he may not have known you very long, but bradley could tell you were special. 

“y’know, you can’t let a dick like mike ruin your night.” bradley spoke, breaking the silence that had blanketed the two of you. he had driven the bronco to the grassy area, helping you into the bed of his truck so you can look at the stars more comfortably. 

you looked at bradley before looking back at the sky. “it’s not just him, most guys are like that nowadays.” you shrugged, hugging your knees to your chest.

“most, but not all.” you turned to bradley who was facing you. “you didn’t deserve that, y/n.” 

“do you have a girlfriend, bradley? a wife?” bradley paused for a moment, which gave you your answer. “why not?”

“haven’t found the right girl to tame me, i suppose.” bradley shrugged, watching as you giggled slightly at his response. “why do you ask?”

“just figured a guy like you would’ve been taken already. you’re a real gentleman, bradley, y’know that?” you moved onto your knees and closer to bradley. you thought he would move away, but he stayed in his spot, watching with uncertainty. “i’m sure there many ladies who would like to tame you, bradley.” you inched closer, now between bradley’s legs as he watched you closely. 

“like who? you?” bradley watched you come even closer, impossibly closer.

“maybe…” bradley knew it was wrong, that he shouldn’t want his friend’s little sister like this.

“jake’ll be pissed.” bradley watched you roll your pretty little eyes. “fuck it, can i kiss you?” you nodded, bradley pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. even in a moment of passion, bradley was still a gentleman. he pulled you on to his lap, kissing you as if he never would again, which was probably true if jake were to ever find out. but that didn’t matter right now. 

“i’m going to show you how a real gentleman acts.” 

[rotthepoet]

Continuing because it seems you guys really liked that last one about olderbsf Lorenzo ;)

Can you just imagine walking around Hogwarts, minding your own damn building when suddenly you’re up against the old brick wall. Your heart is racing as you look up at the culprit, his large hand on your shoulder.

Lorenzo just leans down to your level, his hot breath fanning your face. “You going to my match today?” He asks with a smirk, and in a confused and somewhat scared state you just nod dumbly cuz youre so cute<3 and Enzo just has this big ole smile across his face. He practically rips whatever youre holding out of your hands and stands up. “This looks heavy, i’ll carry it,” and with this massive toothy grin he adds, “keeping an eye on you when your brother cant, yknow?”

And lets not even get started on the victory after party(actually, we’re getting started)

Enzo is high on serotonin, adrenaline, and a bit of weed and hes WATCHING you from across the room and he keeps having to adjust his pants because youre just so hot when you dance. He cant count how many shots you’ve taken but when you saunter up to him and kiss him(a drunken dare to kiss your brothers bestie by your amazing friends) he assumes its a very high number.

And i’m not gonna lie dude, Enzo cant remember how much he drank either. All he knows is you’re so close to him, your hands are tangled in his hair, and if he’s half hard from watching you dance, feeling you on him does EVERYTHING for him.

And really its a blur, colors are moving and suddenly youre not in Kansas anymore. Youre, in fact, face down in Enzo’s bed taking everything he can fit inside you<3 and his grip on your hair keeps your head up, looking at his phone while he’s recording you crying and whining from him. He fucks you until you pass out, tucks you in with a sweet kiss, and then takes the underwear you were wearing that night and stuffs them in his pocket. To cherish the memories, yeah?(as if the video isnt enough)

[natalievoncatte]

Kara knew something was wrong from Lena’s heartbeat. That alone, the barely detectable change in rhythm and tempo, was enough, but her breathing was erratic and as Kara drew nearer, drifting through the afternoon air, she could hear the soft sobs.

A bad feeling had come over Kara. Things had been quiet between the two of them ever since the wedding; there had been a strange tension between them on that happy day and Kara couldn’t say why

(she knew what she wanted it to be but didn’t dare hope)

and with Alex and Kelly away on their honeymoon, Kara had mostly been on her own. Nia was spending most of her free time with Brainy and Kara sensed a proposal coming, and she was busy preparing for her public interview with Cat Grant. She was going to rip the bandages off and reveal her identity. There was a great deal of work involved, and Kara had spent a lot of time fretting over the details, and in the back of her head she was worried about the ramifications of years spent reporting on Supergirl and using “her” as a source. It was a massive ethical dilemma, and thought it always made sense at the time…

Right now all that mattered was the heartbeat. Kara had been giving Lena the space she sensed she needed, but Jess had called Kara from the Foundation and told her that Lena hadn’t come to work in three days, and no one had heard from her. It was uncharacteristic of someone who ran her life with almost military precision. Kara had even asked Alex to text Lena, but they’d gotten the same single word replies.

Kara pulled in a big breath, feeling her stomach churn as she lighted on the balcony and slid open the door, knowing it would be unlocked. She wished Lena would stop doing that, but also felt a little tilt in her chest from knowing Lena hadn’t locked her out.

She was on the sofa, curled up on her side and asleep. She’d probably had the same pajamas on for two days and there were empty bottles of wine in a neat row on the table in front of her. Her eyes were puffy from crying and her cheeks a little raw. Kara felt an instant pang and reached for her, before stopping to deactivate her suit.

Kneeling next to the sofa, Kara touched her fingers to Lena’s shoulders. Lena woke instantly with a start, head jolting up as she sucked in a reedy breath and her heart raced explosively, sending a shock of terror up Kara’s spine.

“Oh fuck,” Lena blurted, kicking out her legs as she bolted upright. “Oh God, Kara what…”

“Hey,” Kara said softly. “I was… I’m sorry. Are you okay? I came in through the balcony. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Lena’s chest heaved as she gasped for breath, staring at Kara with watery eyes. “Are you real?”

“What? Yes, of course I’m real.”

“I must have been dreaming. It was a dream. Just a dream. I was dreaming,” Lena muttered.

Kara rose from her knees and sat down on the couch.

“Come here.”

Lena almost crashed into her, wrapping her arms tightly around Kara and squeezing hard. She smoothed her fingers over the soft dark waves of Lena’s hair and pulled her in as she began to sob into Kara’s shoulder.

“I dreamed he killed you,” Lena choked out. “He came back again and he killed you and I couldn’t stop it. It felt so real.”

“I’m fine. I’m right here.”

Lena continued to sob, her entire body shaking with the force of it. Kara wrapped her in a fierce hug, trembling as she did.

“Every time I close my eyes he’s there, and when I’m awake all I can think about is that I killed my brother.”

“That didn’t happen in this timeline.”

Lena choked out an angry, frustrated sob. “It happened for me. I aimed a gun at my own brother’s chest and I pulled the trigger. And he came back! He came back and he almost killed you two or three fucking times, I can’t count.”

“He’s gone. He’s not coming back.”

“You can’t just say that!” Lena screamed into Kara’s throat.

Stunned, Kara softened her grip on Lena, only for Lena to pull her in harder, like she was trying to climb inside her.

“Why can’t I stop mourning him? He ruined my life. He was the person I trusted most and he turned out to be a monster. He used me my whole life and my emotions were just a game to him. He tried to to kill the woman I… tortured you, took you away for months and I thought I’d never see you again. I just wanted to tell you how sorry I was and how much…”

Lena cut herself off with a sob.

“I know it’s not the same,” Kara murmured, “but when I was a little girl I worshipped my father. I wanted to grow up like him and do what he did. I was going to be a scientist too.”

“You’d have been a good one.”

Kara shook her head. “My father was responsible for the Medusa virus. A bioweapon designed to eradicate non-Kryptonian life. A weapon of genocide.”

Lena shuddered.

Kara swallowed, hard.

“My world wasn’t a paradise. It felt that way because it was simple for me. There wasn’t all the pain of learning alien ways and an alien language and controlling superpowers and everything else. My father taught and protected me and my mom maintained order. But it was wasn’t a paradise. My people were… Krypton was… I think in a lot of worlds out there, we were the bad guys. Okay, the Daxamites were slavers, but on Krypton people were born into the labor guild and did menial jobs their whole lives, while people like me were born into privilege. Is that much better?”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t judge you for mourning Lex, Lena. He was your protector and your friend, and it was real to you. If there’s anything I hate him for, it’s hurting you.” Kara swallowed. “The one thing I can’t abide is anyone hurting you. I’ll break all my rules to keep you safe.”

Lena’s breathing eased and Kara could feel her relax.

“I’ve been avoiding you.”

“I figured you needed space. I wasn’t sure why but I trusted you to tell me if you need to.”

There was a long, heavy pause, and then Lena said.

“Kara, I can’t do this. I can’t share you.”

“Share me?”

“When you reveal your identity,” Lena pulled back, “you’re going to be the most famous person in the word. Everyone is going to be all over you. The press, politicians, everybody, and everyone who has a grudge against you or your cousin is going to know exactly where to find you, all the time.”

“I’ll keep you safe, no one will…”

“I didn’t say anything about me. You, Kara. What about you?”

“I’m Supergirl. I’ll be fine.”

“And what about me?” said Lena.

“I told you…”

“No. What about me when I have to watch you getting beaten to a pulp by another alien? What about me when you’re in a coma on the sun bed? What about me when I see on the news that a bomb went off in your apartment and I have to wonder if it was laced with Kryptonite shrapnel? I’m not worried about people coming after me. I’m a billionaire with magic powers. I could put on a goofy costume and join the club if I wanted. I’ve already lost you so many times and I can’t do it again.”

Stunned, Kara sat with her eyes wide, not sure when exactly she’d lifted Lena into her lap.

“It’s so selfish of me,” Lena went on. “You don’t belong to me. I don’t get to make demands of you. But don’t want you to out yourself. I don’t want to lose you again. As soon as you do this you’re going to be hounded by the whole world and they’ll claw you away from me again.”

Kara’s own heart raced now, hammering in her chest. Lena sounded so desperate and so sure, clinging to a Kara like she might disappear.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s your choice and I have to respect it. It’s okay,” she was clearly telling herself.

“No,” Kara choked out, “no it’s not. I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been.”

“Kara,” said Lena.

“No. I have been. I can’t believe I said what I said to you at the wedding, about not being my authentic self. To you, of all people.”

Lena swallowed hard. Kara drew back and looked at her, really looked at her, drinking in the soft beauty of her eyes as she swept back a tear with a brush of her thumb. Lena’s eyes were huge, her lips trembling, and Kara felt an almost painful pang of sorrow and regret and a powerful stirring, long thrust down and buried and now clawing its way forth as Lena stared back, the deep sadness and loss in her own eyes tinged by a hint of forlorn hope.

“I can’t believe that I can see through walls and I’m so blind.”

“Kara?” Lena whispered.

“I’m calling it off. I’ll keep my secret.”

“You don’t have to do that just to please me.”

“I don’t need them. I need you. I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”

Lena’s heart raced so fast that Kara briefly thought she might have to fly her to the hospital. Instinctively, she slipped one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders and stood, lifting Lena as if she weighed nothing.

Eyes wide, Lena bit her lip.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean when you say you’re mine? I need you to say it, Kara. I was too scared at the wedding. I can’t do this. I need you to.”

Oh.

Kara shifted her Lena’s weight in her arms, bring them closer together. She’d danced this dance before; she thought of the day she came back from the Phantom Zone, when she held Lena in her arms and felt the sun again and she almost did it, she almost just fucking did it…

And she did it.

She kissed Lena, already ready to sputter an apology and find a way out of this, but her words were lost when Lena’s soft lips met hers and Lena was ready to devour her, happily rocketing past chaste first kiss as she grabbed Kara with both hands and pulled her in.

Kara’s stomach flipped. She didn’t know what to do. She’d been kissed, she thought she’d been intimate, but she could see now that those things had been mere stimulation and nothing more. Something soared inside her as she had soared in the sky the very first time she flew. Joy unbridled swelled in her chest and she could feel Lena laughing exultantly into her mouth and even as tears mingled on her cheeks.

She wanted this. She wanted this. It was right here all along.

“Kara,” Lena whispered. “I…”

“Should I put you down?”

“On the bed.”

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Easier

Player 001 x reader [Fluff]

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“Gi-Hun” you groaned as he took your bottle of water, holding it above your head.

“Come on, just grab it” he chuckled. “Or are you too short?” He faked the pensive thought before smiling again.

“Big brother” you drawled. “When I get out of here, I swear, I’m kicking your ass.” You say, putting your hands on your hips.

“Well, if we play one more game, you might end up dumber than you already are.” He chuckled, poking your ribs.

“No stupider than you” you stuck your tongue out. Gi-hun was your older brother, you honestly hadn’t spoken to him in a while, since you went off to university. He was still annoying.

“Well, dummy, you ended up here due to your poor money choices” he countered. The grim scenario now a joke as you fought. Young il, coming up behind you, reaching over your head for that bottle.

“Thanks Young-“ you reached for it before he threw it up to Gi-Hun engaging you in a game of Monkey in the Middle. “Come on guys!” You pouted.

“What, bunny? You gonna cry?” Young il teased.

“No, stupid head.” You spit back.

“Me? A stupid head? No way” he poked you as you reached for your water bottle, jumping as high as you could but not being able to reach.

“Hey, look at that stupid girl!” The purple haired guy snickered from behind you with his idiot friend. “Can’t even reach her water bottle” he walked closer to you.

“Leave me alone moron” you say before turning back to Gi-Hun for your water bottle. Thanos grabbed your arm, spinning you around.

“What did you say? Bitch?” He asked, his breath dusting your face. You cringed.

“I called you a moron.” You say as you reach for your nose. “Also, your breath smells so awful, back up like, 10 feet so i can actually breathe” you say, sass lacing your voice. He cocked his arm back, Gi-Hun and Young il stepping to be in front of you. You stuck your tongue out at Thanos from behind the two men in front of him.

“What’s up, freaks?” Thanos laughs as the two men looked at him with stoic expressions.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Putting your hands on her like that” Gi-hun asks.

“I’m just messing with her” he tries to play off.

“Didn’t look like playing to me” Young il says calmly.

“Well- i just- i mean “ Thanos stuttered over his words.

“Let me make this easy for you, since you seem to not have a brain” Gi-Hun begins. “If you put your hands on her again`, i swear, you’ll have a worse punishment than being shot” Gi-Hun threatened in a low voice. Before anyone had a chance to say another word, Young il punched him in the face.

“Get the fuck out of here” Young il shouted heatedly, kicking him in the stomach making him fall.

“Yeah get the fuck out” Gi-Hun pointed past him as he scooted backwards before standing and running off. You ran to the aid of Young il, grabbing his hand and inspecting it.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? How’s your hand?” You ask rapidly. You ripped off your jacket, wrapping it around his fist. He smiled softly. He removed it, handing your jacket back to you.

“Yes, I’m okay. No, I’m not hurt” he chuckles lightly at your pressing concern.

“(Y/n), you know he’s a grown man right-“ you slapped Gi-Huns chest shutting him up.

“I didn’t see you punch him, Big brother” you rolled your eyes. You led Young il back to your bed.

You guys were beginning to barricade your side, predicting that they were going to start a fight in the middle of the night. Without some push back, Young il agreed to let Gi-Hun take the first shift.

“You know, you’re so beautiful (y/n)” Young il said as he brushed hair from your face. You giggled. “Why are you laughing? I’m serious” he gave a smile.

“Because, I dunno, I just like hearing you say my name” you giggled shyly.

“(Y/n), (y/n), (y/n)” he said quickly, tickling you gently making you burst out in laughter. He shushed you gently, laughing himself. “Shhhh, you’re gonna wake people up, and Gi-Huns gonna come over here worrying, and get mad that we’re all cuddled up together.”

“Oh shut up, he’s just my brother.” You say, lightly pushing him.

“I dont knowww” he trailed. “He did tell a guy he’d kill him if he touched you again”

“Well, that only applies to that one guy” you say looking at his lips. “You’re an exception.”

“Oh am i?” He says grinning as he pulled you closer to him. His lips just inches from yours.

“Yeah, you are” you tell him before he gently attached him lips to yours. You smile into the kiss as you feel his hand sneak itself under your shirt and around to your back to rub your it. You copied his motion as you rubbed his chest. He didn’t look fit in that baggy sweat suit, but you were tracing his abs gently. He smiled as your hand laced in his hair as he shifted to get more on top of you. Your light moans as you kissed were setting him on fire. He got off of you.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just… getting excited” he says shyly. You laughed, cupping his face.

“It’s okay, pretty boy.” You say. “ I think it’s supposed to get easier to get excited when you’re kissing a girl you really like.” You kiss him.

“Mmm like?”

“Yeah?” You reply confused.

“I was thinking love” he shrugs.

“Love is perfect.” You cut him off. Kissing him one last time before curling into his chest to sleep. His wrapped his arms around you, sighing with content.

“I love you” he declares aloud.

“I love you” you return.

“Too?” He inquires.

“No, the word ‘too’ means in addition, or also. I love you.” You tell him with a yawn. He opened his mouth making a quiet ‘oh’ motion.

“Well then, love is love. I love you.” He repeated.

“I love you more” you return, grinning. He smiled as he laid down. Letting sleep overcome him.

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@christinamadsen @sebbymybaby21

[dadhurtmemore]

“Big bro! No one’s ever touched me there before!” I whimpered, panicked as my older brother, Erik, rubbed my little clit.

“That’s okay. Just relax. You said you wanted to try it didn’t you? You trust me don’t you?” He said. Our parents were gone for the weekend and he’d convinced me to watch porn with me. I told him it looked like she was having fun as the male in the video was pounding in and out of her. I was getting really turned on, my body reacting on its own.

One thing led to another and now his fingers were deep inside me, fucking in and out of me as I trembled and watched him.

“Y-yes? But I… didn’t really mean right n-now!” I closed my eyes as he sped up while I was talking. My virgin pussy tightened around his fingers as if it was trying to suck him further in.

“But you’re already so wet. That means you want it.” He said, slowing just long enough to add a third finger. Then he was right back to pounding me hard with them.

I whimpered and panicked more as I could feel how stretched I was. It was painful.

“No! That’s too much!”

“Nonsense. You’re taking my fingers so well. Like you were made for them. But I know what you were really made for.” He said and ripped his fingers out of me quickly. It left an empty feeling in my cunt that I really needed to be filled again and I blushed brightly.

Erik stood and unzipped his pants to reveal his thick cock. I stared wide-eyed. Now I understand why he had forced three fingers into me. His cock was massive.

“Big bro…” I whimpered nervously, my body already moving away.

He grabbed my arm tightly and yanked me back. “If you run it’ll hurt worse.”

I sobbed as he pulled me back into him. He allowed me to curl up face down and then yanked my hips up to push his big dick into me.

“Erik!!” I screamed out in pain.

“Shhh… call me big bro.” He demanded.

“But it hurts!” I cried.

“It’ll feel good in a bit you cry baby. I gotta stretch you out first.”

He kept pushing his cock deep into my pussy, ripping through my hymen and slamming into my cervix. His thrusts knocked the wind out of me. He was so much stronger than I was and as he continued it actually started feeling good though I was sore.

“Damn, sis. Your pussy is so wet.” He groaned in pleasure.

“St-ahp.” I muttered unconvincingly as I hid my face against the bed.

He gripped my hair and yanked my head up and back to him so he could talk into my ear. “What was that, sis?”

I opened my mouth to tell him to stop again but he sank in, slamming the head into my cervix as hard as he could and I ended up moaning out instead.

“Yeah? That’s what I thought. You like getting fucked by your big brother and his big dick.” I could hear the grin in his voice.

He pulled my hips back into him and pressed my back down more to get a better angle. Then he forced it in even harder.

“Fuck!” I screamed. “You’re. As. Deep. As. you can. Go!” I cried out between each thrust.

“Not yet. I want in your fucking womb so I can put my baby in you.” He growled.

I tried to struggle, panicking. I couldn’t get pregnant!!

He held me down even harder and slammed into me. I eventually came and my body spasmed and bucked. My cervix clinched and opened and Erik took that opportunity to reach his goal. The mushroom head of his cock forced its way deep into my womb as my cervix relaxed. I screamed in pain.

“Noooo!!! It’s too big please stop! It hurts!” I screamed out sobbing as he continued.

I heard his voice get breathy as he mumbled. “Yes, sis. It’s so good. It feels so good the way you squeeze as you cum on my cock. Fuck yeah. I’m gonna fill your womb with my seed and make you a mommy!”

With that, he pushed in as deep as he could and came. I could feel every flex of his cock as it released every drop inside me. And then he kept thrusting, popping out of my womb and then back in. I came over and over again. It hurt so bad and yet it felt so good. Did I really enjoy such rough treatment?

After a minute or so, he pulled out with a loud, wet pop and a groan. “Mmm… thanks, lil sis. I really needed that.”

He turned the porn back on and cuddled me as I cried.

—-

This is an alternate reality fantasy story where I’m writing as female. Author is FTM.

[nvtstvrns]

Lust

In which Matt’s really mad at his brothers when they get home from filming and he takes it out on you.

Matt!dom, fem!sub, degradation kink, rough sex, angry sex, overstimulation, passing out, slight angst.

TW: this fanfiction is more kinky and smutty than the other ones are. Please don’t read if you don’t feel comfortable.

Divider credits @bernardsbendystraws

I was laying in my bed watching TikTok’s while I waited for my boyfriend Matt and his brothers Nick and Chris to get home from filming. This had become routine, usually Wednesday nights they leave and they film, I stay up until they get home and then I go to sleep when Matt is in bed with me. I knew they were gonna be home soon.

“No, I am so fucking sick of you two, actually,” I hear Matt’s voice in the kitchen. I stand up and peek out the door to see what’s going on. 

“Nah, you’re the stupid idiot here.” Chris responds to Matt crossing his arms.

“I’m done. I’m not talking to you anymore tonight.” He says. I watch him pick up his bag.

“Yeah, go cry to your fucking girlfriend, Matt. She’ll definitely help.” Chris says as he walks the opposite direction. When Matt starts working down the hallway, I slip back into his room and lay in his bed. All the lights are off.

“Hey Ma—”

“Take your clothes off,” he cuts me off. I look at him confused.

“Why?” I ask looking at the tank top and plaid pajama shorts I was standing in.

“Do you want me to take them off or will you?” He asks me. I stand there dumbfounded.

“You want to have sex with me right now?” I ask playing with the hem of my shirt.

“Jesus Christ…” he says, and he walks up to me, and he rips my shirt off, and then rips off my shorts. Without me having a chance to finish my gasp, his lips fall on mine, our teeth knocking together. I feel his hands squeeze my waist tightly, and I know they’re going to be bruised in the morning. He picks me up, and he throws me hard on the bed as he gets on top of me.

His lips make their way to my jawline, and he bites, sucks, and kisses my jawline to my neck, leaving his marks all over me. My neck was throbbing in pain, and my jaw was quivering.

“Matt…let’s just talk.” I say as his mouth reaches my shoulder.

He hovers his face back over mine his hand gripping my jawline tightly making my lips pucker like a fish.

“Let me finish. If you really want to stop, you know your safe word.” He says, and then he continues marking his territory all over my body.

‘Fall’ that was my safe word. I lay back and let Matt do whatever he needs to do. Pretty soon he’s marked all down my arms and my upper chest and neck. He moves to the soft curve of my breast. He spends a good amount of time there, his head laying in the valley of my breasts while he gives me big prominent hickeys.

“Are you done marking me..” I ask.

“Shut up.” He says and I immediately do. He starts kissing my stomach and my body jolts the ticklish sensation as he kisses down my stomach and hips. I was about to go feral.

He kisses my thighs the same way he did everything else. Leaving hickeys and bite marks. He dives right into eating my pussy his tongue moving quick. I wasn’t expecting it I gasp and squeeze my legs around his head.

“Matt…” I moan.

“So fucking wet for me…you’re such a slut. You’re my pretty slut…” he says as he spits onto my clit and then going back to licking it, my eyes felt hazy and I gripped his hair. My hips buck uncontrollably and he pushes them down. I whine and whine as I get closer and closer.

“Ma-att I’m gonna…Matt I’m almost there…MATT!!” My eyebrows knit together and my eyes roll into the back of my head. My body convulses and I continue to whimper throughout the whole orgasm. My hair was sticking to my face from the sweat. I breathe heavily.

“I’m not done missy…” he says as I start to sit up. “Turn around.” He says. I was too tired to even sit up. I feel his hands grab my waist and he turns me around. His left hand holds my face back so I’m looking at him and his right is holding me up. I hear him start undoing his jeans and taking them off. The next thing I know I’m sitting on his dick. He’s thrusting into me as hard as possible. My head is hanging back leaning on his shoulder as he pounds into me relentlessly.

I feel his other hand reach down to stimulate my clit. I scream his name and tears fill my eyes, so much pleasure at once, I felt dizzy like I was gonna pass out but I could live. He keeps his hand wrapped around my neck causing me to cough a little bit every now and then. My hands fly up to touch his arms as my orgasm hits me. His hand finds my clit and he begins massaging it as I whimper and jolt my body from overstimulation.

“I’m gonna make you cum 3 more times tonight pretty girl…” he says as he throws me back onto my back and he pushes into me. I let out a guttural moan. My moans were becoming pornography type. He pushed my legs up towards my chest to get a deeper angle. I look at him my mouth wide open and his hands gripping my legs like his life depended on it. I was going to pass out.

“Oh my god Matt…” I scream loud enough for everyone in the house could hear, the neighbors too. I let out deep groans and whimpers as I meet my 3rd orgasm.

“Please Matt…I don’t think I can…” I say my body shaking from the last orgasm.

“Yes you can…” he says as he places the pad of his thumb on my clit…I cry out in painful pleasure. My whole body was sleek with sweat and I felt like I was going to fall apart. His hands reach up to my breasts rubbing my nipples. I bury my head in his pillow as I uncontrollably let spit fall out of my mouth and tears fall out of my eyes. My hands gripped my hair and I breathed heavily almost in a hyperventilating way.

“Matt…I can’t…” I say pulling aimlessly at his hair as my body jerks uncontrollably.

“One more. Be good for me…” he says as he flips me on top of him so I’m riding him.

He thrusts up into me.

“If you can ride me good I’ll be done with you.” He says as he runs a hand through my wet with sweat hair. I had eyeliner and mascara running down my face.

“Ah…ah…ah…ghnnnn Matt…” I say hanging my head down as I feel light headed. “I’m gonna cum…” I say almost silently as I hang my head back and with one final scream I cum all over him for the fourth time that night. And that’s what I remember before I passed out collapsing into his chest.

When I wake up I’m sitting between his legs in a bath. I look around, there was a bath bomb that made the water pink and my hair was braided down my back.

“What…” I say.

“She’s awake!” He says smiling as he kisses my earlobe.

I pull away from his touch and I sit on the other side of the bath. I pull my knees up to my chest and put my head in between my knees. He went too hard.

I look back at him my eyes swimming with tears. My parts were throbbing in pain as I sat in the bath. It was ultra sensitive any small touch to it and I would jolt back in pain.

“You hurt me.” I say as a tear falls down my cheeks. I wipe them off and I hug myself again.

“You were enjoying it though.” He says as he reaches his hand out. “I swear I wasn’t trying to hurt you pretty girl.”

“I told you! More than once that I couldn’t handle it! You kept going and telling me that I could!” I say.

“You didn’t even say your safe word how was I supposed to know that you weren’t enjoying it!?” He asks and then he rolls his eyes.

“Maybe I didn’t say my safe word because I couldn’t think of it in the moment! I was light headed and I couldn’t breathe right Matt. You would have forgotten the safe word too!” I say as my body shivers.

He stops talking and he stares at me. “I’m sorry pretty girl.” He says and I let him take my hand this time pulling me into him.

“I’m sorry.” He says holding me close,

“Why’d you take it out on me?” I ask burying my head in his chest.

“I don’t know baby…I just lost it.” He says holding me even closer.

When I wake up the next morning I roll out of bed quietly careful to not wake Matt up and I pull on my hoodie and pants. I barely could walk I was so sore. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. His markings were all over me deep purple bruises all over my body. His hickeys on my neck formed a heart and below it was a small and messy but still readable M.B.S. He actually marked me.

When I walk downstairs Chris and Nick are sitting on the couch watching a random show.

“There she is!” Nick says smiling.

“Wait we can’t forget about this Nick…nggghhh Matt I don’t think I can…” Chris says trying not to giggle while he does it.

“You can take it pretty girl.” Nick says back to him and he gags to himself.

“I knew you heard it.” I say turning bright red.

“Yep. I slept on the couch last night y/n I heard EVERYTHING including when you went in the bath with him. Did he really hurt you?” Chris asks.

“Chris this is weird…” I say shaking my leg.

“I was just curious…” he mumbles.

“Why was he so mad last night?” I ask Nick and Chris.

“Oh! I called him a pussy.” Chris says.

My eyes open wide in shock. All that for Chris calling him a pussy??? He REALLY needs to control his mattitude.

Thanks for reading!

[romanarose]

Happy St. Patick's Day, Darl'n

DBF!Joel Miller x fem!reader

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Summary: Joel and you navigate dating. Oh and you get drunk.

Warnings: Drinking, getting DRUNK drunk. Feelings (ew) big old age gap (2X age), mild jealous but communicating, crybaby reader. Daddy dom Joel. Joel has insecuritues but he loves reader. Reader tryna smash.

Immersivity: Reader is fem reader is 21+, dresses very feminine. Drinks and celebrates chritian holidays, not neccecarily is christian but like family and culturaly. Major age gap. Big girthy age gap. Joel can pick up reader and is taller than her. Mentions of hair with bows.

A/n: this header screams "graphic design is my passion" LMFAOOOOOO

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“WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” You shout loudly on the street, green beer in your hand. Joel was patiently trying to get you to come home. You and him had taken a tad bit of a risk, coming out in public together but you had decided as long as you keep things chaste, you could always tell anyone who spots you both that you had ran into each other and stuck around. Problem was, now that you were drunk, your hands were wandering and Joel couldn’t lie his way out of the way you were pinching his ass.

“C’mon, hon, let’s get you home.” He tries to judge you, but the way your eyes light up makes him think you have other plans.

“Lets go to Tommy’s party!!!!”

This made Joel laugh out loud. “It’s 3 pm and you’re drunk. You’re going to be hung out by the evening already.”

“So I keep drinking and then I’ll never get hung over!” You were wearing a cute green dress and green ribbons in your hair, making you look as adorable as ever and as much as he would love to take you to Tommy and make him watch him finger you on his lap, pretty little dress spread… you needed water and bedtime. 

Joel was matching you in color only, and even that was a stretch. While you wore sea green with little flowers on your dress, Joel wore his dark green flannel. He thought you were such a mismatched couple, some of his insecurity seeped through. Seeing a girl as beautiful as you out with an old man like him… Sometimes he wondered if you were better with someone younger. Still, Joel had a good time with you. He liked watching you smile and dance, lighting up the world around you and lighting up his day.

You begin to wave down the bartender, but Joel places his hands firmly on your shoulders. “Now baby, you listen to your daddy.” He whispers in your ear so only you could hear. Your body language instantly relaxes, slipping into sub space with only a few words. “I’m going to take your home, and you are going to nap, understand?”

“Yes daddy.” You’d had fun for close to 5 hours now. It was time for his girl to get some rest.

Joel paid the hefty tab of overpriced themed drinks without a boink, left a nice tip, and then ushered you out the door.

*

Back in the comfort of your apartment, Joel was making you drink water in the kitchen as you giggled looking at your phone with a squinty eye.

“What’re yuh laughing about, sweet girl?”

“Nothing, baby, just Tommy.”

Joel stopped. Turned around. “You’re texting Tommy?”

It wasn’t that you were talking to his brother. Tommy had fucked you… but Joel was the first to admit he was a jealous man and Tommy… well, Tommy never had issues getting girls, and was a few years younger. 

“Yeah!” You show him a picture Tommy sent at his party. “See his shirt? Isn’t it funny?” Tommy wore the same shirt he’d worn since the 90’s on saint patrick's day, his Green Day shirt. Tommy lived for when people said he isn’t wearing green and he can point to the Green on his shirt. Dumbass. The shirt was falling apart, showing his skin in the rips. Maybe Joel should let him know that he was actually dating you now, and you weren’t fair game.

“It’s… so funny, baby.” When he looked up, he saw your little lip quivering and your eyes filling with water. “No, baby, don’t-” but it was too late, you were sobbing. Since dating you, actually dating you, he’d realized how true it was when your dad said you were an emotional girl. You cried… a lot. But that was okay, Joel didn’t mind helping you pick the pieces up again. He’d guard your heart for you.

“I’m s–s-s-o-r-r-yyyyyy!!”

“Oh, darl’n, c’mere” Joel pulls you into his strong safe arms. “Why’re yuh cry’n? I ain’t mad.”

“I was texting Tommy!”

You let you cry for a moment, then picked you up and sat you on his counter. Firm but gentle, he took your face in his hands. “Look at me now, pretty girl.” He waited until your sad eyes met his. “You don’t gotta apologize for that.”

“It’s just friendly, I promise!”

“It’s alri-”

“He’s your brother and I care about you so I care about your family!”

Joel squeezed your cheeks until you stopped talking, his eyes intense on yours. “I don’t care that you’re texting Tommy. I watched him fuck you, and he’s known you as long as I have. I trust you, and if you want to have sex with him again, I know you’ll just talk to me.” Letting go, Joel kissed your lips, tasting the frilly alcohol. “You’re mine.” He thumbed a stray tear away.

You look up at him, still a little stressed. “I’ve been accused of cheating. A lot. I never ever have! Ever!”

“I believe you.”

“It’s just… other guys… if I didn’t want to have sex or spent too much time with my friends or family or was laughing at my phone and… I dunno… I might be a little defensive…”

Joel did not like that one bit. “Darl’n, I’m sorry that happened.” He took your face in his large hands. “I ain’t ever gonna make you feel bad for not wanting to have sex, and I love that you have great friends and family. I happen to like your family a lot too.” He winks, a nod to how you met. “And I’m glad Tommy makes you laugh, because I like watching you laugh. ‘M sorry for acting grumpy.”

Finally you smiled again, reaching your arms up. “I like that you’re grumpy. My grumpy old man.”

Joel swatted your ass and called you a brat.

*

“JOOOOOOEEEELLL!!!” You whine in bed, kissing him and grinding yourself against his hip. Although he gave you sweet kisses, he kept pulling your hands away your you tried to undo his belt. “Come oooooooon!!!”

“Nuh-uh” He said firmly. “You were about to pass out while I brushed your teeth. Go to bed, I’ll fuck you when you’re not drunk off you ass.” Although judging how much you dran

You begin sobbing again. He didn’t even know if you knew why this time.

“Oohhhhh no.” Joel chastises, but pulls you onto him so he could hold you. “None of that. Hush now…. Hush…” Joel rubs your back in your soft warm PJ’s. 3 seconds later, you’re snoring on top of him.

“Happy St. Patrick's Day, Darl’n”

COMMUNICATION IS IMPORTANT!!!

I'm watching love is blind and... jesus Christ XD

up next is technically easter but im kinda starkly aware we've established reader celebrated christian holidays and im like what if i spice it up? what if their friend invited them to purim? bc I love Purim and i wanna see Joel in a costume LMFAOOOO

love you guys!!!!

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[lipglossanon]

Be My Baby

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subby stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x older fem!reader

I have been working on like five different things but this wouldn’t leave my brain so have something not even on my WIP list 🤣 it’s just smut 🫣

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, subby Leon, reader is only slightly older for those who care 🤷‍♀️ 🤣, masturbation, sex toys, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread as per usual; just short and sweet ✌️

Title from Be My Baby by The Ronettes

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Leon grins bashfully, a pink blush dusting his cheeks, “I’m a little nervous.”

“Don’t be,” you smile back at him, biting your lip as your eyes drag down his naked body, “it’s really hot.”

“Yeah?” he whines, cock twitching against his thigh, drooling precum everywhere.

“Mmhmm,” you hum breathily.

You’re seated at the foot of Leon’s bed as he faces you, kneeling in front of a fleshlight seated on a stack of his pillows. The flesh toned pussy drips lube as he rubs the fat tip of his cock along the opening. 

“I feel a little silly,” he whispers, “I don’t see how you’re gonna feel good.”

“Trust me baby brother, I’m really enjoying it,” you giggle at his moan, “just wanna get you started before I do anything.”

He nods, pupils swallowing up the blue of his eyes. His gaze drops from you to look at where he’s grinding his cock against the fleshlight. 

“Can I p-put it in, now?”

You smile at his nervousness. 

“Yes, Leon, I want you to slowly slide your dick in that fake pussy,” you purr at him. 

His hips jump as he groans, trying to ease his cock inside the sleeve but going a little too fast and spilling lube out of the side. A wet suctioning noise fills the room as he pushes his dick further into the pocket pussy. 

“Does it feel good?” you murmur, eyes lidding in pleasure at watching Leon lose his composure to a toy. 

“Uh huh,” he whines at you, eyes already tearing up, “s’good, big sis.”

You slip your shorts and panties off and sit with your legs spread so Leon can see your glistening cunt. His eyes widen and dart up to your face. 

“Wha—“

“Is it as good as my pussy?”

He shakes his head so hard his hair tussles, “No no no no, yours is the best, best pussy I’ve ever had.”

He’s whining again, pulling out halfway to slide his fat dick back into the silicone toy stretching it out of shape. 

You giggle and spread your pussy lips open, showing Leon how wet you’ve gotten. 

“Getting me so hot, little brother. You gonna fuck that fake pussy good? Show me how that thick cock could spread me open?”

“Fuck,” he whimpers, one hand holding onto the fleshlight to keep it steady while the other grabs his own hair, “yeah, yeah, whatever you want. God I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Then go slow,” you coo at him, watching his blush spread down to his chest, “show me what I’m missing out on, baby boy.”

“Yes yes yes,” he babbles, squeezing his eyes shut to help slow his thrusts, “I don’t know if I can do this, you’re too hot, so fucking pretty.”

His words cause warmth to bloom in your chest, fondness making you smile sweetly at him. 

“Oh, Leon,” you laugh softly, “just try your best for me okay?”

He’s nodding, eyes still shut, “I-I’ll try.”

“Good boy.”

His whole body shudders, hips pressing into the toy so hard you’re afraid it’s going to rip. 

“Wanna be your good boy,” he slurs, eyes finally opening to hazily look into your face before dropping down to your soaked pussy. 

“Be a good boy for you,” he moans. 

The wet suctioning sound of his cock fucking into the toy has your toes curling. You slip your fingers across your clit, rubbing soft circles agains the bundle of nerves while you watch Leon thrust into the fake pussy. His little whimpers and sighs are making slick drip from your hole all over his bedsheets. 

“Leon,” you whine, fingers pinching and rubbing your clit before slipping into your cunt, “sounds so dirty.”

He grunts as he slows down his thrusts again, “Can’t help it. Wanna cum, wanna cum in your pussy.”

“Me too,” you murmur, thighs twitching as you watch Leon pump his dick in and out of the fake lube filled pussy, “tell me how it feels.”

“Good,” he gasps out, watching as you finger yourself, “not as good as yours but, fuck, it’s so slippery inside and tight.”

You moan, eyes fluttering but not letting them close so you can keep watching Leon. 

“It’s tight cause you’re so big,” you tease with a smile, “surprised you haven’t broken it.”

You watch as his hips stutter and his blush darkens.

“I have before,” he whispers to you, embarrassment coloring his tone, “I bought a cheap one and it ripped when I got too rough.”

You pull your fingers away from your pussy with a high keening moan, “Leon, that’s so hot. Almost made me cum.”

“Fuck,” he groans, fucking his cock faster into the toy, squelching noises getting louder and louder. 

You watch his forearms flex as he tugs his hair and tightens his grip on the fleshlight. His pecs and abs tighten as he finds a steady rhythm to press his throbbing dick in and out of the toy. Leon’s stormy blue eyes jump from your expression to your drippy cunt, eagerly watching as you tease and rub at your clit. 

Getting a flash of inspiration you raise up on your knees and crawl forward until you can throw your leg over the stack of pillows and sit down on the fleshlight, grinding your puffy cunt all along the soft material. 

A punched out moan leaves Leon as he bucks harder into the toy. 

“Your girlfriend’s pussy must be nice and snug now,” you giggle at him as he grabs your hips to help keep you steady. 

“Girlfriend?” he asks in a daze.

“Yeah that tight little pussy you’re fucking right now, baby bro,” you coo at him, running your nails up his stomach leaving goosebumps in your wake, “such a lucky girl.”

He whines and presses his face against your shoulder, “S’good, she’s tighter now.”

You feel elated that Leon’s going along with you. Scratching your nails through his hair, you grind down on the fake pussy able to feel Leon through the material. His hips rabbit into the lube slick hole, loud wet squelches coming from between your legs. 

“She must feel good, look how much harder you’re thrusting,” you whisper in his ear, nipping the shell, “such a good boyfriend. What would you say?”

“Baby,” he whimpers, “baby can I cum? Wanna cum so bad. Need t’cum in your pussy.”

“Good boy,” you press a kiss to his ear. 

“Big sis, I need to cum, feels so good,” he groans. 

You cluck your tongue, “Now Leon how’s your girlfriend gonna feel if you call her big sis?”

He thrusts even harder now, pounding the pocket pussy so hard it’s rubbing against your wet pussy and swollen clit. 

“Can’t help it, always gonna think a’your pussy,” he’s drooling against your skin, “perfect pussy, my sister’s got the only pussy I want.”

“Leon,” you moan, tugging on his hair, “such a bad boy. Now apologize to your girlfriend.”

“M sorry,” he kisses the skin covered in drool, “sorry, baby. Got carried away. Wanna cum, please. Let me cum inside you.”

“Leon, she’s not on birth control,” you tease, “so you might knock her up.”

He whines, hands tightening around your hips as he mouths at your clavicle. 

“Wanna cum inside. You let me, why can’t she?”

“Cause I said no,” you murmur, “you don’t get to cum in her wet little pussy, only mine baby brother.”

He growls biting your neck as his cock pistons into the fleshlight.

“Only yours,” he moans, “please I’m so close. Can I cum inside you?”

“Keep fucking your girlfriend and I’ll think about it.”

A low whine is pressed into your neck but he does as you say, fucking his cock in and out of the messy wet sounding toy. Reaching down, you rub your clit in quick rough circles feeling close to your own climax. 

You raise up and yank the pocket pussy off of Leon’s cock then angle his dick up against your dripping hole and slide down onto him with a moan. 

“I’m close, Leon,” you pant against his mouth, “want you to cum in me. Creampie your sister’s pussy.”

“Yes,” he hiccups a moan, tears beading at his lash line, “pussy so good, so fucking good.”

You moan and rock down onto him while rubbing your clit. Leon quickly picks up the same pace he was using with the toy and your eyes roll back as he knocks against your cervix at this angle. 

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum,” he chants, hands moving from your hips to grab your ass and bounce you harder on his dick. 

“Me too,” you moan, toes curling as Leon fucks you harder, skin slapping as his hips meet your ass again and again. 

A growling moan rumbles in Leon’s chest as he buries his cock deep into your pussy and you feel hot spurts of cum fill you up. His fingers slip next to yours and pinches your clit at the same time you do causing your thighs to lock up as your pussy walls clench down on his dick. 

You muffle your moan by pulling Leon into a messy kiss, both of you panting and mewling as you grind down on him prolonging both your orgasms. His cock kicks weakly in your pussy as your cunt slowly relaxes enough to let him slip out. 

“S’good,” he buries his face against your neck and drops kisses everywhere along the skin, “so good.”

You giggle and run your hands through his messy hair, “Mmmhmm, have to do it again sometimes.”

“Yes, please,” Leon eagerly agrees, pulling away to smile at you, “just say the word.”

You pat his cheek, “You’re just too cute, baby brother. C’mon, help me up so I can go clean up.”

He helps you stand on wobbly feet and hands you your panties. Slipping them on, you prevent most of Leon’s cum from leaking everywhere; the hot sticky jizz oozes into the gusset of your panties making you squirm in place. 

“Maybe you should help me to the bathroom,” you smile coyly at him, “don’t wanna make a mess.”

“Anything you say.”

His eagerness makes you giggle which turns into a shriek of laughter when he scoops you up bridal style. 

“You don’t have to be so dramatic,” you laugh softly.

“It’s the fastest way,” he blushes, eyes darting away from you, “besides I like holding you.”

Butterflies swarm in your chest making your smile bigger and brighter, “I like it too. Wanna cuddle on the couch and watch movies after freshening up?”

“Yes, please,” Leon’s blush flares out from his face down to his neck. 

He’s so cute, you want to bite him! But you decide to save it for later; after all, you guys have all night to have fun. 

[theemporium]

hiii!! would u be able to write something for remus where ur in a secret relationship and he’s your brothers best friend? maybe sirius or james sister? ty!!

here ya go, love🖤

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The problem with being related to James Potter was that he was incredibly protective. 

He had good intentions and you knew he truly meant well, that he just cared for you and saw it as his duty as an older brother to look out for you. But Merlin, that boy would push his limits sometimes. 

That was why you decided to keep your shift in relationship a secret from him at first. You didn’t need James moseying into something that wasn’t his business so early on in the relationship. 

But weeks passed and the thrill of sneaking around was still at a high—and yeah, there was just something really fucking hot knowing you were fucking one of your brother’s best friends and he had no clue. 

Ironically enough, you didn’t like Remus Lupin very much the first time you met him.

His quiet nature came of as rude, he never really made an effort with you and anyone beyond your brother and his other friends didn’t seem worth a second glance to young Remus Lupin. 

Not that James ever agreed with you. He was very insistent that the young werewolf was a brilliant man that you just hadn’t given a chance. 

You could only laugh if James saw you now. 

“Are you sure no one saw you?” you murmured against his lips as you tugged your boyfriend into your bedroom, a spell muttered under your breath to lock the door behind him. The small perks of James inviting his friends to stay with him over the course of summer. 

“Positive, love,” Remus reassured you before he ducked his head down to the crook of your neck, letting out a small groan. “I’ve missed you.”

“You saw me less than two hours ago,” you mused playfully, fingers tangled in his hair. 

“Yeah, but I couldn’t do this,” he grumbled as he pressed kisses along the column of your throat, teeth dragging across sensitive skin. 

“Remember not to leave—“ 

“I know, baby. I’ll be careful.” 

But Remus Lupin was, in fact, not careful. He wasn’t careful in the slightest and you blame your lack of less-than-murderous thoughts in the morning for the fact you didn’t notice anything either before you headed downstairs the next day. 

“What is that?” 

You didn’t bother looking up from plate, blinking away the sleepiness in your eyes. “Hm?” 

“What’s that on your neck?” James repeated, his tone a little snappier and his words a little heavier. 

Your whole body froze for a moment as you resisted the urge to cover your neck with your hands. “What’s what, Jamie?” 

“No, don’t Jamie me,” James’ chair scraped across the wooden floor before he was beside you, tilting your head to the side. “This is a hickey! You have a hickey!” 

You pulled your head from his grasp and glared at him. “Stop making a big deal out of nothing.” 

“My baby sister has a hickey!” James cried out, hand on his chest like he was moments away from passing out. 

“Who’s the lucky wizard?” Sirius asked from his spot at the table, smirk on his lips. “Or witch. We would never judge.” 

“You’re too young to have a hickey!” James interrupted. 

“That,” you said as you pointed to your brother. “Is exactly why I’m telling neither of you anything.” 

Sirius pouted. “I thought we were closer than that, baby Potter.” 

“You have a big mouth, Black,” you stated simply with a shrug. 

Sirius grinned. “So does the bloke who gave you that ringer on your neck.” 

“BLEH!” James gagged as you rolled your eyes. 

“C’mon, tell us!” Sirius prodded. 

James turned to you, eyes narrowed. “Yeah,” he said in his ‘big brother’ voice. “Tell us. Right now. I need to know who’s head I’m ripping off their body.” 

“Stop being so dramatic!” You sighed and shook your head. “Like I said, I’m telling neither of you two anything.” 

“Just us?” Sirius questioned before nodding to Remus who had been fairly quiet during the ordeal. “So you’d tell Moony and not us?” 

Your eyes met his from across the table and you could’ve sworn something smug glimmered in his eyes. You could’ve sworn you could see semblances of a smirk tugging on his lips as he lifted his cup for a sip. 

“I know how to keep a secret, Pads,” Remus answered casually. “Japan would know by dinner time if she told you.” 

“I’m waiting on a name,” James said with a huff. 

“Keep waiting then,” you said with a shrug. “I’m not telling you anything. I’m a big girl, I can have a boyfriend.” 

“BOYFRIEND?!” James spluttered. 

“Sit down, Prongs, before you hurt yourself,” Remus muttered. 

Sirius narrowed his eyes. “Was he here last night?”

There was a pause. 

“Is he still here?”

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, both boys were bolting towards the staircase, already racing towards your bedroom that you knew very well they’d find empty because the culprit they were looking for was currently grinning at you. 

“You said you’d be careful,” you grumbled to your boyfriend who could only let out a small chuckle. 

“Can’t help myself, baby, you’re irresistible.” 

Your eyes narrowed. “Sweet talk me all you like, Lupin, but you’re on thin ice.” 

His eyes glimmered with a dark promise. “You gonna punish me, sweetheart?” 

“Maybe I will. Guess you gotta sneak back into my room tonight to find out.” 

“I’ll be there.” 

You snorted. “Yeah, good luck getting past James and Sirius tonight.”

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[maltmealo]

Chapter 1: Rhythm of the night

Was blood really that bad? Now that you were laying in the middle of your own blood, it wasn't so bad. Well yeah, it was warm, and sticky, and your bones hurt, but you weren't cold even though it was autumn. Where was the driver? Gone. Probably. No cameras no evidence. But whatever, it was getting colder and you could hear a voice calling for you.

Oh well, maybe in the next life.

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The buzzing of luminescent lights was welcome in the library silence. god, I wish brought your phone, I’m so stupid. I don't know why I listened to your friends, they're stupid too, you think, biting your lip. The blue light from your computer burned into your retina, even closing your eyes felt like sandpaper. Big bold letters shone on the screen, "HOW LATIN HAS BRANCHED INTO 30 DIFFERENT LANGUAGES" the blinking black line standing proudly behind it. this felt like a big fuck you from the universe, the essay is due in two days and we have a draft title, great.

"You keep looking at the screen like that and the computer might start crying." you jumped, you almost forgot that Meryl was still here. "your bad, didn't mean to spook you. You've just been staring at that computer for so long, I thought you might have died."

"Meryl, I forgot you were here." you pause before you sigh, "This essay does not want to be written." you smack your computer screen in mock anger, it returns the favor by displaying your favorite words "LOW BATTERY, PLEASE CHARGE"

Deep laughing echoed through the empty library, Meryl shut your computer and opened your bag. Meryl, the older brother you never had, part-time librarian, full-time worrier. Before you knew it your chair had slid out from under the table and your bag was dropped in your lap.

"Sorry kid, but you'll have to go home, I've let you stay for far longer than you should of and you didn't even get any progress." you turned to look at the man, a scar ripped across his skin creating a dark ravine in it, he never told you how he got it, just said it was an accident. "You want me to check you out a book before you go?"

You nodded and stood up, picking up the books that lay scattered across the table. trailing after the man as lead weaved in between tables towards the front desk, you set the books down and braced yourself against the desk. The sharp knives of stress already digging into your head, you grit your teeth and slowly lower yourself until your forehead is touching the cool wood. You hear 4 quick beeps, the sign that Meryl has checked out the books. A new sound, the rattling of pills in a bottle being set down by me. You look up and glance over at Meryl.

"Are you allowed to bring that to work with you?" you ask, picking up the bottle of aspirin. He shrugged and pulled out a bottle of water, sliding it over to me.

"Probably not, but also, you look like hell," he said, giving you a once-over. "Plus, you shouldn't be driving home when you're so distracted that you can't even realize that I took your backpack." he lifted up the old dirty backpack and shook it with a smile. your lips drew into a thin line, setting down the bottle and pushing it away from yourself.

"I didn't drive here, I walked, and I don't need your help." you say more weakly than you intended, inwardly cringing at how tired you sound, taking his bag from his hands and swinging over your back, "Plus, walking is more healthy for me and the environment."

This time his lips formed a line, then a frown. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, pulling out his car keys. "then ill drive you home, you know drunk frat boys are going to be coming home around now."

"No you won't, I can take care of myself," you hissed, biting your tongue when you saw his expression, "My dorm isn't even that far away."

A hurt look came across his face, he looked away and sighed, "At least wait for me to close up. It's 3 am, and I don't want you walking home alone."

You shake your head and walked towards the doors, "Sorry Meri, I'm a grown adult, and I can take care of myself."

"Don't get hit by a car!" he shouted as you waved and walked out, the crisp cold air hitting you. you shuddered and inwardly cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket, you rubbed your hands over your shoulders and began the process of walking home. The yellow lights that guarded the streets flickered, weird. You felt a chill run up your spine, and bile rising in your throat, someone was watching you. You almost gag trying to force it back down your throat, you speed up.

"Just paranoia, the paranoia of being stalked at three am," you whisper to yourself, your mind racing with the thoughts of someone trailing behind you, holding out a knife, ready to strike, footsteps speeding up. your breath stopped, the footsteps were real, so real in fact you could feel the vibrations in the ground as they got closer. Without a second thought, you ran, ignoring the street you were supposed to turn onto. you don't want that creep to know where you live, the street lamps flickered again, this time turning completely off. This should be annoying if you weren’t being chased by a potential serial killer. Acid rose into the back of your throat as you felt the sidewalk dip, you were in the street now. The footsteps stopped, and you kept running.

Laughing, that bastard was laughing at you. Anger and fear kept you going until you tripped trying to get back on the sidewalk. The lights flicked back on, showing the now bloody pavement your hands were on. you whipped your head back, and there he was, standing right above you. How'd he get to you so fast? you screamed as loud as you could, kicking his knees out and getting on your feet, only to be dragged back down by large hands on your ankles. your head hit the pavement hard, only increasing the stress migraine you already had. Adrenaline was probably the only reason you could stay awake. Kicking and screaming you were dragged to your feet and brought back into the street, being held by your wrists. you could see the bastard now, another scream rose in your throat, a blonde man in his 30s, covered in scratches and blood. But his eye... his eye was bright fucking red, like some demon, emphasis on eye, he only had one eye, the other a black void.

"Get off me!" you screamed, he almost looked hurt. His hands wrapped around your wrists, forcing them together. you could feel your hands turning blue from how hard he was gripping them. You took a small breath before letting out the most blood-curdling scream you could muster. Fighting and kicking to get him off you, the blood from your hands making his grip somewhat slippery. Fear is what got us here, if you fight you can survive, repeating the mantra in your head. Without thinking you kicked his knees in, thank god for a random factopedia. A sickening crack echoed through the streets, he grunted and doubled over, he was still holding your wrist tight.

He laughed again, then he stood up. He fucking stood back up after you broke his knee. A smile replaced the blank look on his face, his face contorting into a macabre version of a skeletons smile. you screamed again trying to kick out his other knee, trying to do any trick to get someone's attention, you screamed fire, help, robbery, 'he's trying to kill me', nobody, nobody was coming to help me, why? This was a fucking residential street why was no one helping?

He dragged you both out into the middle of the street holding us there until the lights flickered back off. His eye was fucking glowing, your panicked babble and screams for help quickly cut off as you felt him being pulled away from you, The lights came back on. Meryl. Oh your fucking god it was Meryl beating the shit out of the red-eyed man. you could only watch as he dragged the red-eyed man to the edge of the street and started pummeling him. you could barely make out anything he was saying over the ringing in your ears and the blaring horn of a truck, wait what?

You barely had time to turn and see the giant semi-truck come barling down the street, when you turned back to Meryl he and the red-eyed man were staring at you. The unknown man seemed angry and Meryl looked scared, he reached out to you as you tried to jump out of the way.

Screeching tires did nothing to stop the impact, cracking bones and the blood rushing to your head were all you could hear. the hard pavement came next, and you were surprised you weren’t run over, the truck seemed to just push you to the side. you can't breathe, your own blood is drowning you. desperate gasps turned to pathetic gurgles. you could feel the warm blood starting a puddle around your body, the cold air only making the pain so much worse. you could hear Meryl shouting, you couldn't understand what he was shouting, footsteps were getting closer, maybe it was Meryl, No, it wasn't, it was the man, leering down at me. He looked sad, he reached down at you, you screamed as best you could pain shooting up your stomach and into your throat.

More pathetic gurgles and tears rose in your eyes as your senses returned to you. Something was set down beside you, you couldn't move, your broken bones made that impossible but out of the corner of your eye, was the raggedy fabric of your bag. between pathetic whimpers of pain and the dark spots littering your vision, you didn't notice the man leave. you were alone, nobody was there, did Meryl leave too? No, he wouldn't leave you, that bastard must have done something to him. The pain was steadily fading to couple your vision. You started to think, the man who chased you, the truck, where was the truck?

Was blood really that bad? Now that you were laying in the middle of your own blood, it wasn't so bad. Well yeah, it was warm, and sticky, and your bones hurt, but you weren't cold even though it was autumn. Where was the driver? Gone. Probably. No cameras no evidence. But whatever, it was getting colder and you could hear a voice calling for you.

Oh well, maybe in the next life.

[ghostxrose]

𝑶𝒇 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒏 | 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝑶𝑪

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven |

Summary ~ The war between humanity and aliens began in 2013 when the first Kaiju hauled itself out of the depths of the ocean. It rampaged through three cities, destroying everything in its path and killing thousands before it was finally taken down. As more Kaiju emerged from the sea, nations put aside rivalries and hatred in order to ban together and find a solution to save the human race.

Azusa had never imagined that this would be the world that she would grow up in. Mankind using giant robots to take down massive alien monsters sounds like the stuff of movies not the reality that she’s forced to live. She had also never imagined signing herself up to battle the monsters from the sea, but somebody needed to avenge her brother’s death and her father sure as hell wasn’t doing it.

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!OC, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, potentially triggering content, universe-typical violence, Enji Todoroki (yes, that is a warning, he's trash), character death, suicidal ideation, (more tags to be added as story develops <3)

Note ~ Heyy, Lovelies! This fic is my twist on MHA characters in the Pacific Rim universe. I am absolutely obsessed with Pacific Rim, it's probably my most favorite movie! So this fic is my mash up of two of my fave things. It is xOC instead of xReader, but I hope that you enjoy it all the same. I'm one of those readers who will imagine myself as the main character no matter what, so this can be read as reader-insert. Anyway, enough with my rambling, enjoy the story My Lovelies! <3

“Get going, Azusa!” He says with urgency as he ushers her out of the kitchen.

“I’m not fucking going anywhere without you, Toya! I have a bad feeling about this one! Please listen to me, don’t go with Dad!” She pleads over the sounds of their younger siblings crying.

“Dammit Azusa, I have to! Dad doesn’t have another co-pilot! We’ll be fine, just go!” He borderline shouts at her as he makes his way to the door.

“Don’t go! Please, don’t go!” She cries, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the door.

“Fucking let me go! This is a job, Azusa, and I’ve been called to go do it! Go help Mom with Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Shoto!” He yells, ripping his arm out of her grasp and rushing out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

“Dammit, Toya-”

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Jolting upright in her bed, chest heaving and tears wetting her face, Azusa slams the button on her alarm. Letting out a groan, she wipes at her face and tries to even out her breathing. It takes a few minutes, as it always does, but she finally manages to recover and drags herself out of bed.

“Thanks, subconscious.” She mumbles bitterly as she makes her way to the bathroom. She goes through the motions of her everyday routine; getting dressed, putting her hair up, brushing her teeth, staring at the old family vacation photo on her dresser for too long.. Numbly, she finishes lacing up her boots, then stands up ready to answer the door for the knock she knows is coming.

The predicted knock does happen and she opens the door to greet her sister, “Morning, Fuyumi.” She says as she steps out of her room, closing the door behind her and locking it.

“Good morning, Azusa! You ready for today?” Fuyumi asks her as the two make their way to the elevator.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” She says with a slight shrug as they step into the elevator.

After pressing the button for the Mess Hall, Fuyumi joins her sister in leaning against the back wall of the elevator. She bumps her shoulder against Azusa’s with a small playful smile on her face.

“It’s a big day for you, kinda thought you’d be more hyped.” She comments, her features taking on a bit of concern.

“It’s just another day, Yumi. Just another day of being one of his soldiers that he couldn’t give less of a damn about.” Azusa replies in an emotionless tone to cover up the anger burning beneath her skin.

Fuyumi lets out a heavy sigh as the elevator doors open, “He does care, Zusa… And I know that it won’t be the same without Toya there to cheer you on.. but it’s been three years. There was nothing more you could have done that day to stop him. He’s gone, you’re here, and you worked your ass off to get to this point. You deserve to feel excited about today.” She says tiredly as they walk up to the food line.

“Yeah..” Azusa responds quietly, letting the conversation fizzle out. They fill up their trays with no further conversation being made, then head for a table with open seating.

Unfortunately for both of them the only table with open seating just so happens to be next to the table that Katsuki Bakugo and his group are sitting at. Azusa rolls her eyes at the comments and praises she hears being thrown the blonde’s way as she sits down. It’s been two years since her group entered the Ranger Program and Bakugo’s arrogant personality hasn’t dimmed a bit. Not even being behind the scenes during humanity’s war against aliens has done anything to lessen his pompous attitude.

“Who do you think you’ll be Drift-compatible with, Bakugo?” Azusa hears Mina’s perky voice ask.

“I don’t think any of you extras could handle being in my head and I sure as hell don’t wanna be in any of your idiotic brains. I’m just gonna ask the Marshal to let me pilot by my damn self.” Bakugo replies with a tone full of annoyance, earning himself a few gasps of shock and a bit of laughter.

“Oh c’mon man, you know single piloting is impossible even with the tech we have now! Plus, I think we’d be Drift-compatible! We work well together and we’re both super manly!” She hears Kirishima exclaim and she lets out a small huff of laughter at the pose she knows he’s doing even without looking at him.

“I don’t need a damn co-pilot and if I am forced to have one, it better not be any of you idiots!” Bakugo bites out and Azusa rolls her eyes once again as she digs into her breakfast.

“What a jerk, Dad’s gonna be pissed if Bakugo actually puts in that request,” Fuyumi comments quietly before taking a sip of her juice.

Azusa silently nods her head in absentminded agreement as she takes another bite. Suddenly, everyone around her quiets down, their heads bowing in respect and words becoming low whispers.

“Good morning, Rangers.” Marshal Todoroki greets, his booming voice echoing throughout the Mess Hall and demanding attention.

“As many of you know, today is the day that groups A through D will be testing to find their Drift-compatibility partners, or rather, their co-pilots. All other groups will be excused from their training to witness the event, but do not mistake this as a free day. Learn something from what you witness. As for groups A through D, tests will begin at 0800. Be prepared and be on time.” He continues, his stern tone making everyone give an intimidated nod of understanding.

“Ranger Azusa Todoroki,” Marshal Todoroki calls out, causing everyone’s eyes to turn toward the girl. Azusa clenches her jaw and her eyes meet the cold blue ones of her father.

“Come to my office once you have finished breakfast. Thank you, everyone, you may carry on.” He finishes with a slight bow of his head before he and his second-in-command, Marshal Shota Aizawa, turn to leave. Noise ensues once again with the disappearance of the Marshal’s presence. Meaningless chatter and the clattering of dishware fill the room, but one voice, in particular, catches Azusa’s attention as very much intended by the voice’s owner.

“Aww, the princess get in trouble, again?” Bakugo’s taunting comment grates at Azusa’s eardrums and her grip on her chopsticks tightens.

Other than the whitening of her knuckles, she gives no reaction toward the blonde, her eyes cast down toward her food tray despite wanting to glare at Bakugo. She numbly finishes her breakfast, tells Fuyumi that she’ll see her later, then stands to clear her place. She can feel eyes on her as she takes her tray to the trash bin, but she maintains her facade of emotionless neutrality as she walks out of the Mess Hall.

“The fuck does the old man want now?” She mumbles out angrily under her breath as she steps into the elevator.

Jamming her finger against the button for the floor that the Marshal’s office is on, she lets out a long breath. Stepping back to the middle of the elevator, Azusa crosses her arms over her chest and closes her eyes. A minute or two passes and the elevator groans as it comes to a stop. She prepares herself, mentally and physically, to step out of the elevator when the doors begin to open but pauses when she comes face to face with Marshal Todoroki.

“Marshal?” She questions, bowing her head slightly, confusion flashing over her features before she settles back into her neutral state.

“We will be going down to the Shatterdome instead.” Marshal Todoroki says, his voice taking on a much different tone than earlier.

He stares at Azusa with an expectant look as he waits for her to move back so that he can step into the elevator. Azusa shakes the confusion from her mind and dutifully steps back to let the large man through the doorway. Tense silence fills the cramped-feeling space as she presses the button for the Shatterdome. The elevator groans once again as it begins descending.

“Why are we going to the Shatterdome, Sir?” Azusa asks, tone neutral and emotionless and the Marshal lets out a tired sigh.

“Azusa, please, it’s just the two of us you can call me da-”

“I stopped calling you that a long time ago, Enji. Why would I start again now? Just tell me why you wanted me to meet with you instead of letting me go get ready for my Drift-compatibility tests.” Azusa bites out, cutting off her father’s words.

Marshal Todoroki’s jaw clenches and his fists clench before the tension deflates from his body and a look of defeat fills his features, “I want to show you something.” He replies vaguely and Azusa sends him an incredulous look.

“You want to show me something?? This is ridiculous! I need to be getting ready, not dealing with your feeble attempts at earning my forgiveness ba-” Azusa’s anger gets the better of her until she cuts herself off, clamping her mouth shut as the elevator doors open.

Marshal Todoroki stays silent as they step out of the elevator, only opening his mouth to greet others. They move through the hustle and bustle of the Shatterdome, walking past Jaeger after Jaeger and all of the people working on said Jaegers. They finally stop at the far end of Bay 12, both of them turning their bodies toward the Jaeger standing tall against the wall. Azusa’s neck cranes as she looks up at the gigantic robot, a tidal wave of emotions flooding her as she takes it in.

“Bravo Inferno,” Azusa whispers out, tears building up on her lash lines and the Marshal quietly nods from beside her. “The day Toya died.. I thought she was too destroyed to salvage, I mean, you barely came back in one piece.. H-how is she here?” She asks, her voice thick with emotion and tears slipping down her face.

“It took the repair techs a long time, but they were able to put her back together. In fact, she’s better than she was before.. on the inside, that is. I made sure the outside was redone to look the same as when she first came out of production.” Marshal Todoroki says quietly, his hands clasped behind his back professionally but his face full of emotions.

Azusa stares up at her brother’s old Jaeger with a mixture of awe and sadness. The blue flame-colored paint reflects the lights of the Shatterdome, giving it a pearlescent shine. Bravo Inferno’s emblem, a flaming phoenix, is stamped proudly on the left side of its chest along with the numbers from the year it was made. From head to toe, the Jaeger looks just like it had the day Azusa watched it leave the base being piloted by her brother for the last time.

“What was the point of this?” Azusa asks, coming back to her senses and remembering that she is standing with the man responsible for her brother’s death. “You piloting again or something?”

Still looking up at Bravo Inferno, the Marshal shakes his head, “No, my piloting days are long since over with. I’m passing Bravo Inferno on to you, Azusa. It’s.. it’s what Toya would have wanted had he thought the war would still be going on.” He says looking at Azusa with the ghost of a smile on his saddened face.

It takes a moment for Azusa to work past the lump in her throat, to straighten her back even though she wants to fall to her knees and sob. A strained “thank you” makes its way out of her mouth as she blinks away the tears in her eyes.

𖤛 𖤛 𖤛

Azusa cracks her knuckles before crossing her arms and waiting for the tests to begin. She and the other Rangers who will be testing today are gathered around the training mats, most idly chatting as they wait for Marshal Todoroki and Marshal Aizawa. She does a quick glance around and sees some of the other Rangers stretching, so she follows suit.

“Hey, Azusa!” Someone calls out excitedly right as Azusa hears footsteps approaching her. Turning her head, she catches sight of Tetsutetsu and Kendo making their way toward her. She sends them a small smile and waves, Tetsutetsu’s bright smile making her want to put on sunglasses.

“Hey guys,” she says when the two get up to her, narrowly dodging Tetsutetsu when he tries to engulf her in a hug.

“You nervous?” Kendo asks when the three of them fall back into warm-up stretches.

“Nope. I just hope that I get a good co-pilot.” Azusa answers simply as she leans further into a leg lunge.

“How are you not nervous?? Literally, everyone will be watching; Rangers, Rangers-in-training, Marshal Aizawa, Marshal Todoroki.. You’re seriously not nervous about your dad watching the tests??” Tetsutetsu rambles out before he is whacked upside the head by Kendo.

“Dude, shut up!” Kendo reprimands and Azusa huffs out a laugh.

“No, I’m not nervous. I don’t care who’s watching.” Azusa says with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Attention, Rangers!” Marshal Aizawa’s stern voice calls out and everyone stands at attention.

“At ease,” Marshal Todoroki calls out next as he steps up next to Marshal Aizawa. Everyone relaxes but keeps their full attention on the two men at the front of the room.

“We’ll go over a brief explanation of how the tests will work, then we’ll get started.” Marshal Aizawa starts as the bleachers along the walls of the room begin filling with the other groups of Rangers-in-training that aren’t testing.

“The tests will work like this; one-on-one melee combat with bo staffs. You all have been broken up into smaller groups based on your results from previous Drift simulations and screenings. These one-on-ones will help better identify who exactly you work well with. Remember Rangers, these are dialogues, not fights. The goal is to find a co-pilot that keeps up with your moves and keeps the scores even. Should one of you outright win a match then we’ll know that person is not a match for you. The cementing stage of this test will occur at a later date when you and your co-pilot are assigned a Jaeger and go through your first real Drift together.” Marshal Aizawa explains in his normal serious yet tired tone.

“Rangers Bakugo, Kirishima, Tetsutetsu, Todoroki, Kendo, and Hado, grab your bo staffs then step onto the mat. Each of you will have one match with each other then Marshal Todoroki and I will review your scores later. Your co-pilots will be announced tomorrow if we get through everyone’s tests today. Marshal Todoroki, if you would choose the starting pairings, please,” Marshal Aizawa says and Marshal Todoroki scans over the six Rangers lined up in front of him.

“Kendo with Bakugo, Tetsutetsu with Hado, and Kirishima with Todoroki.” Marshal Todoroki says, tone firm as always and his gaze already full of judgment.

“Rangers spread out across the mat with your respective opponent and assume position. You will begin when I say so.” Marshal Aizawa commands and the Rangers listen accordingly.

Once they’ve reached a space far enough away from the other pairs, Azusa faces Kirishima with her bo staff positioned diagonally in front of her. She takes in a deep breath, steadying the few nerves that have crept into her system, and bends her knees slightly ready to move to either defend or attack. Kirishima does the same, winking at her when their eyes meet with a playful smirk on his face.

“Rangers begin,” Marshal Aizawa commands, and the pairs begin their matches.

The match between Bakugo and Kendo ends quickly with the score being; Bakugou 4 and Kendo 1. That’s not to say that Kendo didn’t try her best to keep up with Bakugou, it’s just that the blonde was relentless. Despite them all being told that the matches were supposed to flow like dialogues and not fights, it’s just like Katsuki Bakugo to do his own thing. Tetsutetsu and Hado’s match ended a bit better with their scores being; Hado 4 and Tetsutetsu 2. In both of their typical fashions, they shook hands at the end of the match, both of them wearing confident smiles.

Kirishima and Azusa started out neck and neck, but that changed quickly when Azusa got the upper hand. Their match ended with the scores being; Azusa 4 and Kirishima 2. Azusa helped Kirishima up after her final time taking him down and wished him good luck on his next match. Kirishima, being the ever-bright ray of sunshine that he is, smiled warmly at her and thanked her for a good match.

The next three rounds of matches seemed to fly by while simultaneously feeling dragged out. Azusa had won by 1 point against both Hado and Kendo, which made her feel pretty good about ending up being co-pilots with either of them. She, unfortunately, lost by 2 points against Tetsutetsu and she was a little disappointed by the fact that one of her two best friends wasn’t a very good match for her to be co-pilots with. At the end of their, match Tetsutetsu gave her an encouraging smile and told her that he would have been honored to be co-pilots with her.

“Time for the final matches for the first six Rangers. The pairings will be as follows; Hado with Kendo, Tetsutetsu with Kirishima, and Bakugo with Todoroki. Get ready, Rangers.” Marshal Aizawa calls out, and Azusa’s entire being fills with dread.

“Prepared to lose, Princess?” Bakugo goads arrogantly as the two get into position and Azusa’s blood boils a bit.

Marshal Aizawa tells them to begin and Bakugo doesn’t hesitate to make the first move. Azusa blocks his bo staff a couple of times but ultimately Bakugo lands a hit to her shoulder.

“1-0.” Bakugo comments with a cocky smirk.

Not wasting another moment, Azusa swings her bo staff knocking the blonde’s bo staff away and rushing him. With quick movements, she brings her bo staff up, then swings it down, stopping it only inches from his face.

“1-1.” She says quietly, challenging him with her eyes while her face remains neutral.

They go back and forth for what feels like hours, both of them having stopped keeping track of the score after they hit 2-2. Both of them panting and sweating, their match continues on and on until a booming voice pierces the bubble they seem to be in.

“That’s enough! Bakugo, Todoroki, your match is over. Put your bo staffs away and get on the sidelines.” Marshal Todoroki sternly tells the two and Bakugo releases Azusa from the hold he had her in.

The blonde stands and walks off to put his bo staff away, not bothering to offer Azusa help. The two don’t even look at each other once they’re both situated on the sidelines of the training mat, standing as far away from each other as possible. Kendo and Tetsutetsu both send Azusa twin looks of surprise mixed with heavy confusion, but she chooses to ignore them in favor of watching the next group of matches.

Note ~ I know that there may not be much to go off of but let me know what you think so far! Should I post chapter/part 2 sooner than planned? Idk, I'm just loving how the story is turning out and wanted to share it with yall! I love and appreciate you, Lovelies! <3

Ps, @tr-mha-fan I'm doing my best to work on your (second) request, I promise that I didn't ignore your ask, Lovely! <3

Tag List ~ @tomiokasecretlover

Divider Credit ~ @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[vanfleeter]

Come Back // JTK

Pairing: Jake x (f) reader Warnings: angst, smut, teasing, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, penetrative, swearing, 18+, please for love of all that is good minors DNI. Author's note: This happens to be my first smut that I've written so please bare with me, I have no idea what I'm doing.

The sunlight breaks through the drawn curtains in the bedroom. Feeling the warmth of the sun leaking over his back, Jake slowly stirs awake. He opens his eyes and looks at the clock on the nightstand. 9am. Rarely does he ever sleep in anymore. He lifts his head from the pillow and turns to look at… No one.. The bed is made up beside him.

Turning over in the bed, he crawls out from underneath the covers. He grabs his clothes from the floor. First he slips on his boxers and his jeans and then reaches for his shirt and slips it, leaving only the last few buttons done up. He looks back at the bed. It looks like it was never slept in.

Did you sleep somewhere else? What if you fell asleep on the couch again?

Then he remembered what happened last night.

“What is wrong with you?!” You scream at him. Tears pour down her cheeks. “How could you?!” “(Y/N), I swear it was a mistake. Please, please don’t do this.” He begs you. “I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry..”

You shake your head and try to walk past him but he grabs your arm preventing you from moving anymore. You turn your head to look at him. More tears threatening to fall. You clench your jaw and tear your eyes away from his. Pulling your arm out of his grip, you make your way over to the door and grab your wallet and your car keys.

“(Y/N), don’t go.” He says as he follows after you. “Don’t do this to me, Jake.” You say as you unlock the front door. “I’ll do anything to keep you here. Please don’t go. I-I’m sorry..” His voice cracks as he utters his apology. “Sorry isn’t going to fix this..” You say as you pull open the door and leave.

Jake stands there watching the door as it closes behind you. He hears the car engine start outside. He slowly sits down on the stairs and buries his face in his knees as he violently sobs.

Now he knows why he slept in. He cried himself to sleep that night. You never came back home. He doesn’t even know if you ever will come back home.

Pulling open the door of the medicine cabinet, he reaches for the aspirin bottle and twists the lid. He dumps a couple pills into his hands and pops them into his mouth before downing a big gulp of water in hopes that his headache will go away.

Staggering out of the bathroom, he makes his way downstairs to the kitchen. Hearing cabinet doors opening and closing, his hopes grow a little higher.

Is it you? Did you come back?

Stepping around the corner and into the kitchen, he finds that his hopes are crushed when he finds his twin brother rummaging through the drawers. Coffee’s brewing in the pot while eggs sizzle on the stove. Josh pauses to look at his brother. His hair is a mess, his eyes bloodshot still from all of the drinking and the crying from the night before.

“You should shower.” Josh says. “You look god awful.”

Jake rolls his eyes and reaches for a mug in the cupboard to the right of the sink. He replaces the pot with his mug and lets the hot liquid fill halfway before switching it out again.

“Where do you keep the scissors?” Josh asks, changing the subject. “I can’t find them.”

Jake walks over to the drawer beneath the kitchen desk and pulls it open. He grabs the silver scissors and slides them across the island counter to Josh.

“Oh.. I hadn’t gotten there yet.” Josh grumbles. He picks up the scissors and cuts open a bag of cheese. “I fucked up ripping it open.. You’d think it’d be easier..”

Jake pulls open the fridge door and reaches for the milk before pouring it into his coffee. He staggers over to the kitchen table and sits down.

“How do you feel?” Josh asks as he pushes some of the cooked eggs onto two separate plates. “Considering I ruined my relationship and my girlfriend walked out on me?” Jake says. “Take a wild guess..”

Josh nods his head. He sets a couple pieces of bacon on the plates before carrying them to the table. Jake shakes his head when Josh sets one of the plates down in front of him.

“You have to eat, Jake.” Josh says. “You destroyed yourself last night. You’re not doing it today. Plus, the stimulation from the food will help with your hangover.” He slides a fork over and gives Jake a cheeky grin. Reluctantly, Jake takes the fork and stabs the eggs on his plate and takes a bite. “Happy?” Jake grumbles through a mouthful of food. Josh nods his head. “Very.”

As the boys finish breakfast, Josh takes their dishes to the sink and soaks them in warm water. Jake finishes off his coffee and dumps the mug into the water as well. “Seriously, go shower.” Josh says. “And brush your teeth. Your breath reeks.” He pushes his twin towards the staircase. “I better hear the water running.”

Getting upstairs to their bedroom, Jake strips out of his clothes again as he heads for the bathroom. As he lets the water run in the tub, he decides he’d rather soak in the bath. He plugs the tub and grabs the soap. The water suds up and he slowly sinks himself into the hot water. He winces as he sinks lower into the water. He rests his head against the edge of the tub and closes his eyes.

He doesn’t even realize how long he’s been in the tub until he hears the bathroom door open. He opens his eyes expecting to see his brother but instead he sees you. You stand there in the threshold and lean against the doorframe.

“Josh told you to take a shower.” You tell him.

He pulls his eyes away from you and closes them again before relaxing his body again. He listens to you shuffle around the bathroom. The water sloshes and he peeks through one eye to see you climbing into the tub.

“What are you doing?” He questions. “Sit up.” You say. “What?” “I said, sit up.” You order.

He does as he’s told and pushes himself up into a sitting position. You move closer to him and grab the washcloth off the edge of the tub. You sud it with soap and started to wash his chest and his shoulders.

“(Y/N), why are–” “Hush..” You shush him. “Lean back.”

He leans back against the edge of the tub. You reach under the water and lift one of his legs and start to wash it. You drag the washcloth up his calf to his knee and slowly move up his thigh. The suds already covering his cock slowly slip off. You bite your lip and move your eyes away. You look up at his face. His eyes are closed. You lower his leg back into the water before moving onto the other one. You catch him biting on his bottom lip as you move the washcloth over his abdomen. A smirk grows on your face as you slide your hand down his length. He flinches beneath your touch. He picks up his head and opens his eyes to look at you.

“Don’t mess with me..” He says. “I hate what happened last night.” You say as you keep moving your hand up and down his length. His hands grip tightly onto the white porcelain edges as his head falls back. “I just needed space to think..” You pull your hand away and he sighs in frustration. “If this is payback, I hate you.” “Aww.. Feelings mutual babe.” You say as you pick up the washcloth and hand it to him. “Wash me.” He huffs and pulls himself up in a sitting position. “Turn around.” He says twirling his index finger.

You turn in the water and he pulls you close to sit between his legs. The water sloshes lightly out of the tub and onto the floor. He takes the wash cloth and washes your back and your shoulders. He leans you back against his body and reaches around in front of you to wash your front half. His hands wash over your breasts. He purposely takes his time. He moves away from your breasts and washes your torso and abdomen. You lay your head back against his shoulder and he chuckles.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asks.

You nod your head as you close your eyes. Jake sets the washcloth to the side and leans back pulling you with him. He slips his hand under the water and slowly circles your center.

“Jake..” You moans. “Say it.” Jake says in your ear. “Say my name again.” He rubs you softly while picking up his pace. “Jake..” You moan again. Your arm flies up out of the water and rests in his hair. “Fuck.. Jake..” “I love you so much baby..” He says before pulling his hand away. “No..” You whine. “No, no, no.. Jakey, please.”

He chuckles and pushes her off of him. He slips out of the tub and grabs a towel to wrap around his waist. “Payback’s a bitch, huh?” He shoots you a smirk before leaving the bathroom.

Pulling the plug from the drain, you climb out of the tub and grab a towel to wrap around your own body. “You’re such an ass.” You say as you leave the bathroom. Jake chuckles as he sits on the bed. “Come here..” He says motioning you over. You walk over to the bed and he positions you between his legs.

“I love you.” He says as he slips his hands up beneath the towel that’s hugging your body. “I know what I did was horrible and inexcusable and I take full responsibility for my actions. I broke your trust but I fully intend to do whatever I have to regain it.” He gently lays you on the bed and hovers you. “And I’m going to start right now.”

He attaches his lips to your neck and leaves a trail of kisses down your throat and along your collarbone. He undoes the towel and lets it fall around you on the bed. He again leaves a trail of kisses down your chest to your stomach and stops at your pelvis. He gets down on his knees in front of the bed and spreads your legs.

He feels your hands curl into his hair and give his head a slight push to get him to move further down. He laughs and obliges to your movement. Without warning he dips his tongue inside of your folds earning a surprised gasp from you before you moan in satisfaction. His fingers dig in your hips, his nails leaving little crescent moon shapes in your skin.

“Jake..” You moan as you grip tighter onto his hair and push his face deeper into you. “Shit..”

He moves his eyes upwards to look at you as he keeps sucking you. Your back is arched. He knows you're almost there. He pulls away but immediately replaces his mouth with his fingers. He thrusts in his index and middle fingers. He hovers over you and brushes your hair away from your face. He traces your lips with his thumb as he continues thrusting his fingers in and out of you. He can feel your body shaking against his. You’re there.

“Come on baby..” He whispers lovingly into your ear. “You’re being so good for me..” “I’m..” You gasp, unable to finish your sentence as you hit your climax.

Your body shakes under his and he holds you tighter allowing you to ride it on his fingers. Feeling your release, he sighs and pulls his fingers out of you. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean before attaching his lips to yours. Once you come down from your high, you open your eyes to look at him.

“Fuck me please.” You whisper. “Please, please.” Your hands wander down to his towel and you pull it off of him. He smiles and kisses you once more. “I can do that.” He says.

He adjusts himself between your legs and slowly starts to grind against you. “Jacob Thomas Kiszka.” You say grabbing a fistful of his hair. “Don’t fucking tease me.” You growl through gritted teeth. He chuckles and reaches for your hand in his hair. You release your grip on his locks and he moves your hand away. “As you wish, m’lady.” He says in his faux English accent.

He grabs both of her hands and holds them above her head. You grind your hips against his body. “Was that Oliver coming out to say hello?” “Anything for you, love.” Jake plants a rough kiss before thrusting into you. “Shit..”

Your bodies move in sync, like a ship on the waves. Skin to skin, toe to toe, chest to chest.

His hand grips tightly around your own as he keeps them held up above your head. His knuckles turn white as his grip tightens. His other arm shakes under the weight of his body as he grows heavier and heavier but weaker and weaker as he gets closer.

“I’m almost there..” Jake lets out a guttural groan as he digs himself deeper.

He finally hits his climax the same time as you. His grip of your wrists loosen. He pulls out of you and rolls over onto the bed beside you. You prop yourself up onto your elbows and tilt your head to look at him. “You’ve never done that before.” You say.

He lifts his head to look at her. He reaches over to you and grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you down for a kiss. “I don’t mess around, love.” He says when he pulls away. “I am Oliver fucking Reed.” You giggle and roll over to lay on his chest. “Well, Mr. Reed–you need to make an appearance more often. I’m sure Jakey won’t mind.” You say as you trace his jawline. “You should know that he loves you very much.” You nod your head. “I know he does.”

A smile spreads across Jake’s face. He throws his arm around your body and rolls over on top of you making you laugh. He smothers your face in kisses as your laugh rings in his ears. A sound like music. He buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Please don’t ever leave me.” He says. You can feel his body start to shake then feel his tears touch your skin. “Hey..” You coo as you lift his head. “You made a mistake. The first slip up in the five years we’ve been together. I know you’re sorry, I can see it when you look at me. But I promise you, I will never leave you. I might need some space to get my bearings straight when we fight but I’ve come back, haven’t I?” Jake sadly nods his head. You give him a reassuring smile. “And besides.. I’m so much better looking than she is.” A laugh escapes Jake’s lips. He places a kiss on your lips. “I love you.” He says. You smile and kiss him back. “I love you too.”

A knock comes on the door.

“I swear my eyes are covered.” Comes Josh’s voice.

You gasp and quickly grab the sheets to cover your body.

“At least I knocked.” “What do you want?” Jake says as he slips under the covers to cover his bottom self. “I’m letting you know that I’m heading out, seeing that I’m not needed here anymore.” Josh says with his hand still covering his eyes. “Dude, you can uncover your eyes.” Jake grumbles. Josh slowly moves his hands and peeks through one open eye. “Oh good.” He says with an awkward chuckle. “I’m assuming everything is good here?” He says. “Need me to pick up any condoms.” Jake grabs one of the pillows off the bed and chucks it across the room. “Get the fuck out!” Jake snaps. Josh laughs and shakes his head. “I’m going, I’m going.” Josh says before leaving the bedroom doorway and disappearing down the hallway.

Jake sighs and slides down the bed to lay on his back. He lays his arm over his eyes and groans. “I hate him sometimes.” “Well..” You speak. “We did use the last condom the other night and we didn’t use one today..” She says, hoping he’ll catch on. “Oh fuck..” Jake groans. He quickly climbs out of bed and slips on his boxers. “Jo-o-osh!” He calls as he runs out of the room.

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