#he's hoping if he tries hard enough he can Will the Gay Away!!!

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalley100​

Prompt: Shoes

Pairing: Hawkmetri

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“Seriously? What kind of karate do you wear shoes for?”

Eli glowers, standing in the middle of his backyard with arms crossed and blue hair looking especially pointy.

“Sheesh, sorry!”

Demetri kicks his sneakers onto Eli’s back porch before joining him. His sparring preparations get immediate criticism.

“Okay, first off, your stance is a mess. You’re re-joining Cobra Kai looking like that?”

Demetri tries not to acknowledge his burning cheeks as Eli grabs him with firm, calloused fingers, repositioning his arms. Get a grip.

He reminds himself to take off his shoes when he goes back to Cobra Kai tomorrow.

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So it’s actually a little funny to me that Demetri knew immediately to take his shoes off when he tried re-joining CK in S2. Like this can mean one of four things: 1) He remembered from the two karate classes he went to several months prior 2) Eli rambles about karate so much that Demetri has learned absolutely everything about it by proxy 3) Demetri specifically has researched everything about karate himself in an attempt to impress Eli or 4) In early S2, Eli harassed Demetri into doing some private sparring/training with him to try to further entice Dem into joining Cobra Kai. Like “hey look! Isn’t karate fun??? Do you want to do a ton more with me in my karate class???”

I wrote a bit about the last one because it’s the most homoerotic akauhdpyg also who are we kidding, S2 Eli would take any possible excuse to do extra karate, even if it involved trying to warm Demetri and His Nerd Shit up to the idea of being punched in the face aksfhsiypg

[chlmtsdoll]

hear me out

reader and girl friends dancing and drinking at a nightclub after work when one of the girls says something like "holy shit, look at those two, they're hot"

when reader turns to look, she sees Patrick and Art laughing and having fun together

"i want the brunette one", one says, "are you crazy? look at the blonde, how hot he is", another responds.

"fifty bucks for whoever gets both"

reader smiles. it's showtime.

OH? IT’S GIVING SATC 🤭

This was supposed to be short but I got carried away I’m afraid ! 🎀 | 18 + smut, p in v unprotected sex, oral (m) receiving, heavy obnoxious flirting, kinda messy reader

When the club had been this crowded with a full dance floor and beautiful men nearly everywhere you looked, finally letting loose after a long work week with your girls was enough motivation to get the confidence pumping between the three of you.

Your friends were frozen. Facing the the bar area where this six foot blonde and brunette were standing, laughing like everything around them was funny. One had an infectious grin, hair untamed and a tight dark skirt that show cased his brooding arms. He was the tallest and had ‘a party girls wet dream’ written all over him. The other slightly more polished, could pass for the stereotypical Ken doll type with his charming smile, sterling blue eyes with golden locks combination. You couldn’t find why he would be here, he looked like the only interested in finding a wife type.

Either way, the two men had your thighs pushing against one another the second the girls began chattering about. And once you heard ‘fifty bucks for whoever can get both’ your ears were all game.

“Oh, I am so in. That brunette is scorching.”

“And ? Look at that blondes jawline, bitch.”

“Double the pay if they both finish.” You announce. Both of your girlfriend’s locks go up in the air as they whip around to see the smirk pulling at your lips. They quickly take upon one of their own as well.

“Oh… the competition just got serious.” One of them says.

“It’s been serious. Those guys are totally loaded..” The other comments.

Your eyebrow dips. “What makes you think that ?”

“Oh come on, what two guys that hot are going to come to the club and not be looking to spend their cash on a girl ?”

Her theory wasn’t too out of range. There was something quite different from the boys across from you all. Setting them apart from the other clueless guys around just trying to get as drunk as they possibly can. There was a more tamed and calculated aura to these two. Something that made them not only sexy, but stand out profoundly.

“..or, they could just be gay.” The other girl replies casually and the three of you burst into laughter.

“Oh my god, shut up!”

You giggle, slightly rolling your eyes to land on the two men occasionally eyeing the dance floor as if they’re considering joining in the crowd. And that’s when you caught the gaze of the one with the darker head of hair, he flashed you a smile that sent a thrill straight to your core. You tried not to blush so terribly your friends would be on to you and raise the stakes.

But you couldn't help but ponder if they’d been right too — not about the gay thing, but if they truly we’re packing bills.

And soon you found yourself worrying less about what was in you and your friends wallets, and whatever was in theirs.

“Okay. Let’s get in there. Game on.”

You and your girls were heading over to the bar, tight mini skirts and all with just the right amount of cleavage on display for your upcoming play date. And with hardly any nerves that you’d loose to the two, knowing you had it locked in with the way you just got checked out hard from the brunette all the way across the bar had your hopes high.

As you all were now getting ready to own that bar area, you let your friends have a try at playing with the men first — and it was certainly quite amusing to watch them try to flirt with both the blonde and brunette at the same time.

With fingers twirling in their hair, laughing a little too hysterically at whatever was said and trying to keep both of their attention, you wondered from observation if it crossed them that it wasn’t as easy as they’d think. One of the boys was either off staring at another cute girl or just looking for a drink when your friends hadn’t been trying to sweet talk them into a little more fun. The most they got was a couple flattering laughs from the two.. and you couldn’t help but chuckle yourself, their game play was adorable.

But they failed where you knew best. Multitasking.

So when it was your turn to get your head in the game, one of your friends walking past you in defeat from her attempt whispered, “totally gay.” in your ear post her rejection from the charming boys. You tried not to laugh in her face but you did crack and grin.

You were up next. And you wasted no time going in.

You played it all out in your head within a few minutes of taking note of the two and also of course where your friends lacked. It would be an easy job especially since you spent your week trying to sell to people at work. You knew charm like the back of your hand — soon enough you’d be making out with these guys in the back of the club in no time.

Hips swayed without any real effort as you found where the brunette had been standing nearby the vault of vodka and steely liquor at the bar. Purposefully leaning against the counter and close enough to his side for him to hear you call to get one of the bartenders attention, “Um- - could I get another drink ??” You attempted. But with it being rush hour, they'd all been too occupied.

And that’s when your plan started to make the magic happen.

The towering man beside you glanced over his shoulder at your presence, noticing you weren’t getting any luck with the attention of the bartenders and he inspected your soft and sweetened voice pretty quickly. But also with just how edible he thought you were from earlier, “what do you want, doll face ?” he turned to face you with a grin that was as overwhelmingly striking as they come. It could have made any girl want to drop her panties at the sight. And his voice sounded as if he knew that he absolutely could, “it’s packed in here, yeah ? I’ll get someone for you.”

If it wasn’t for your determination, you would have erupted into a melted pile on the ground after he winked down at you. “Oh- no, it’s fine. I’m sure my friends annoyed you enough.” You laughed lightly and he joined along with you.

“Nah, they’re cute girls… but I gotta admit, I was kinda hopin’ you’d be the one to come over and annoy me a little bit.” His eyes focused on the way your lips curled up into a swayed smile and your face was flustered quicker than the flashing lights on the ceiling. He could be bluffing. And he probably was. Even though that was supposed to be your job here — it was totally working.

You titter, “..really ?”

“Really.”

“Well than, I guess I stumbled into the right spot.” (You wanted to pat yourself on the back. You’d been farther ahead than you even assumed.) “What do they call you ?”

“Patrick, a hell of a fun time, Zweig. Your pick.” his tongue darted out to wet his lips before he took a swing of his drink, and you were all laugher as his green eyes followed you from over the rim.

This was when you could implement the gorgeous blonde to his right — eyeing off to a couple of girls on the floor. With your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, you step a little closer to Patrick, glance going from him to other handsome work of art beside. The space getting less and less personal between you two didn’t scare him either.

“Well, Patrick… who’s your friend- - ?” Your eyes darted to where he stood and the brunette hit his poor friend in the chest to get his attention on you, when he did, you noticed the uniqueness of his eyes up close. You could of seen it from across the bar — but this is another level. Some kind of otherworldly matter, it got you choked up for a moment.

He was about to make you bank.

“This is Art.”

Of course it is.

Your were trying not to drool as you took a little too long to examine the way Art leaned up with a miniature straw pressed against his pretty lips with a soft sideways smirk,

“I think he’s a cutie..” You sputter as you bit your lip with a cheeky smile. Trying not to get lost in Arts gaze — you had to remember the goal, get your head in the game to why you’d walked over here in the first damn place.

“I think you’re both pretty cute..”

“Yeah?” Patrick chuckled and grinned at his friend, they looked at each other like it had been some hidden kind of communication. Like they already knew what the other was trying to say telepathically. That was a signal to you that this was for sure a package deal — you’d have both of them tonight. Not only did they welcome it, but they’d probably been here for that exact motive.

Art gave you a little smile, “We had our eye on you the whole night honestly, so that’s good to know…”

There it is.

You laughed a bit and shrugged. Eyes following back to the darker haired one. “So I heard..”

“How come you aren’t out there?” Art nodded to the dance floor full of bodies, his eyes ran over you, “you’re a stunning girl.. no way none of these guys asked you to dance.”

You hoped to god you weren’t getting flustered. They’re just boys. Ones that you needed to be bedded by till the sun came up, but still.

“I’m- uh.. a bit shy.” (You weren’t. You had your fair share of men in and out of your apartment. Not as stunning as Art and Patrick although, so making them feel extra special wasn’t too much of a stretched truth.) “so it’s rare I even talk to guys.. but you two- - I just had to say something.” You giggled and they were leaning into your laughter with their own. You could swear you smelled Burberry cologne being sent your way from one of them, if not both. Maybe your friends had been right about the wealth.

Art and Patricks attention had been solidly on you. And you didn’t know if it was the way you decided to style your hair tonight, and the way you made sure to keep lustful but sweet eyes between them, or if your friends just sucked at flirting. But you were already yearning to keep this going.

It was time to throw them a curve to lock in their undivided for the rest of the night.

“Well- - I should get back to my friends, they probably think it’s way odd of me to even be over here..” you tittered with a soft goodbye smile as you began to turn away from the men and before you could even step away from the countertop, “wait!” was being called your way from over your shoulder.

A smirk was ridden on your lips once again. You turned back to face their pitch with curiosity.

“Stay a little longer?” Patrick asked of you with a beam.

“Yeah, let us buy you a drink.. what are you? An espresso?”

“No. Man, she’s a cosmo girl, trust me. You are- - aren’t you?” When the brunette corrected his friend, blue and green orbs focused on your answer in desperation you’d keep them a little more company. And you couldn’t help your decisive but giddy expression that was all too pleased with your work here.

“I am actually, yes.” You chuckled before taking a stand between the two tall and handsome men with much more than a quick fuck and collecting your rewards on your mind now. You actually sort of liked them. And that was rare with any man you’d meet doing an activity like clubbing, especially two of them.

As time went on, Art and Patrick were racking up on buying you drink after drink. As many as you wanted. Within as little as an hour that passed, you’d been with the two boys as if you’d known them your entire life. It could have been borderline love bombing with how fast you went from zero to a hundred. Both men simultaneously wrapping their arms around you from behind, laughing loudly as you’d been glued between the two of them. Even dancing in ways more than a couple flirts could have gotten you.

The boys were more than happy to keep tipping the bartenders with haughty smirks after getting you sparked up and hanging on their arms of course, even having one too many of their own. The three of you took it to the lounge area and your friends would be somewhere watching in disbelief and slight envy of how quickly you were able to get handsy with Art and Patrick.

You’d been passed back and forth on their laps as you chatted and even snuck a couple kisses by now. Totally giddy off their energy and the liquids they’d been giving you. The way Art had slipped his wallet back into his back pocket after buying you another drink, was a straight turn on to the point you’d been sticking sugary kisses to his neck as he did so with a couple playful bites, the man grinned at your bubbly essence. Your not so careful hands slid up his chest and slung over his shoulders, “Mmm- -You’re the sweet one aren’t you?” You giggle, finger tips run over his jaw and Art bit down on his peachy lip while he held on to your hips nice and easy, yet with a respectful distance. He couldn’t find the words to define the way he’d been enjoying the way you stroked his ego all night long.

“Don’t let him fool you. He’s actually a menace.” Patrick scoffed as he sat man spread in the seat across from you two with a cigarette in hand.

“Fuck off.” His friend defended lightly. It was the way you could tell he enjoyed the playful banter when Patrick poked at him tonight that solidified to you just how close they really were. You thought it was adorable.

“You two really do everything together, huh?” You toyed with Arts now loose collar, casually sipping on something clear with flirtatious eyes, and the man shrugged a bit as he glanced at the brunette across from him who was hiding a sardonic kind of look behind his glass.

“I mean, well- - somethings..” The blonde nodded with a soft smile, but you raised a brow. “Most things.” He corrected, he and Patrick narrowed eyes at one another. You noticed with a devious little hum at the way the blonde had still been holding back. It made your lips turn up with a grin, watching between the two as Art struggled to confess the obvious. “Okay. Yeah- kind of.. everything.” With a flustered look towards the brunette, Arts eyes trailed off with a sort of blush as you leaned into his shoulder. All close to the blue eyed man getting harshly coy now.

“That’s so cute. Like brothers..” you smiled in Patrick’s direction and he immediately let out heavy laughter.

“Not exactly.” The other man grinned. You tilted your head some, and looked at Art again with wonder in your eyes.

“Like.. lovers ?” Your eyes were wide as you focused on the blonde and he shook his head and drowned out his flustered expression with a swing from his glass. Patrick had smirked at your final conclusion, but still, the two gave you not a significant confirmation spite lingering looks and the newfound heat coming from Arts body.

Holy fuck

not just one, but both your friends had been right.

You were already one step ahead with more questions to coax out of the two if a bartender hadn’t interrupted with a new round of shots and your mind was quickly occupied as you ‘ooo’d’ at the tray being set beyond you. Patrick met your gaze and grinned. “Baby, come take one with me,” you were cheerfully being swapped from Arts lap to Patrick’s — bouncing over his way and also grabbing a shot with him.

A quick clink of your glasses filled the air along with your energetic giggles as the man who groped you with firmness in his lap contrast Art, drowned the substance at the same time. Patricks roaming hands were coarse and just as bold as he was when you straddled him after letting the liquor flow down your throat with ease, you wiped your stained lips with the back of your palm.

“Shit.. you took that so well, pretty girl..” Patrick took the glass from your hands, his hooded eyes stayed on you with a smirk. You brushed your fingers over the light stubble to his chin and leaned in close,

“I can take a lot of things pretty well.” You whispered so only he could hear with a smile, you scanned the area proudly as you were very aware of the show you’d been putting up all night. Patrick shifted in his seat with arousal, lips inches away from yours so you went in deep with a kiss.

The man groaned, “Is that so?” He pushed your hips farther into his lap as you’d been lipping off his jaw with a prideful giggle. You were messing with the hem of his shirt as you remembered you still had your own benefit of the deal to seal — getting the boys somewhere you could have your way with them. You came this far, why stop now when you’d been so close to victory?

“Mmhm… want me to show you how?”

Your words were music to the brunettes ears. His eyebrows rose as he watched you lean up with a grin, intertwining your fingers through his knuckles and Patrick stood as you were able to grab Arts attention too. Abruptly stripping him of his seat as well. “oh- - we’re going somewhere else..” the blonde rushed to follow where you’d been leading for a little more privacy. A secluded vip party section that you were a hundred percent not allowed in without a fee — but something about the trespassing turned you on even more. With a finger to your lips, you gave the two a silent “shh” along with your little grin and lustful eyes. They were all in with thrill and eager hands to get on you anyways.

You had gone to the nervously flattered one first. Taking his hands to wrap them around your waist, you stood on your toes to press your lips against his, carefully moving your jaw with Art’s and melting into the dance of it on instant. Your fingertips crawl through his butterscotch tinted curls like you couldn’t get enough. And Art went to a little bit of a risk, he didn’t stop his hands from slipping down to grip your ass beneath your tight skirt.

“Mmm.. easy blondie- -” you giggled with a soft push to his collarbone so he’d been a tad away from you once again, and Art finally let himself breathe with a mumbled curse coming from his lips.

You then made your way to the brunette beside him — but before you could even take your stance, the man pulled you in without a warning. Pressing his broad body against you as he collided his mouth with yours in one swift motion and your whimpers had been an immediate reaction by the way Patrick left sloppy kisses wherever he could. Down your neck, over the top of your chest. You grinned as you eyed the man next to him while Patrick tore into your skin.

You found the vile rising tent in Arts jeans quite cute.

You let your hand trail to where his button began and you undid it as quick as you could with the way Patrick had been holding your body like some kind of rag doll. Art helped you unzip them, and when Patrick had flung you around so your back was flush against his chest, your jaw was unleashed as you squealed.

“You really aren’t shy are you?” His voice was richer than before — full of the whisky and pent up from the foreplay of the last hour making you let out a loose laugh while the man pushed past your messy hair to kiss on your neck.

“I am- - but even the quite ones have our needs.. right, Art?”

The blonde let out a coy chuckle before his blush took over more of his expression and with that you had been hiking up your skirt to tuck your thumbs into the hem of your panties to pull them down your thighs. “Oh, shit.. shit” Art was already softly groaning as you used his undone belt buckle as leverage to get the lacy pair from your feet and he watched with overwhelming interest in the way Patrick caught your drift and started to get his own belt gone faster than you got them into that room.

“Fuck” Patrick, equally aroused, groaned when he had got his hardened dick out of his boxers. Your mind was so clouded from the tension of the way he grabbed on to your clothed breasts behind your top, rummaging to find your sensitive nipples — you were panting from the friction of his throbbing member that was far ready to fuck you senseless, just brushing against your upper thigh. You bit down on your lip hard as you looked up at the finely built man behind you who had a smirk stuck to his face before he toyed at your already slick pussy with his fingers.

“Go on… put it in- -” your drunken mind went fuzzy when the dark haired man started to slide through your walls, your hand went slapping against whatever you could reach in the confined space you’d been in as a full moan escaped you — your eyes fluttered from the way Patrick stretched you open on his cock. Keeping both hands on your hips so you didn’t fall over as your legs already begun to go weak. He didn’t even hesitate to plunge into you with a grunt. “I wasn’t- - even planning on.. fucking you tonight, but fuck, I knew you wanted it.” Patrick groaned out while he snapped his hips against your ass and you turned into a mess of whimpers. You’d been in a slight arch for his entrance, cunt clenching around his length so much so you were sure to turn into a stuttering mess within minutes.

Arts reddened cock was on your mind as he’d been right ahead of you just in reach of your sloppy fuck with the brunette. And as “Oh ! Fuck.. yes, yes” was being thrusted out of you, you still reached out to start stroking him. Art hissed on contact with your warm palms on his shaft like you’d been a pro. And he was gorgeous, eyebrows knitted away as he melted into your heavenly coax of his dick, stiff enough to cum right then just from the voyeurism of it all.

“Baby.. faster- - just like that..” Art groaned before putting a hand on your waist that was being rutted by his friend. You spit on your hand quickly before going back to use it on Art. Your legs were in fact giving out — but the bliss due to the man fucking into you was just too good to let go to waste.

“Patrick..keep fucking me- - mmm.. please, it feels so-so good.” You whine while your wetness sticks to the curve of your inner thighs, you could hear the man’s haughty snicker run through your ears. He was now digging his fingers into your hips, slowing his movements to watching himself pump in and out of your hole with rhythm.

“Hold still, sweet girl.. I’m gonna make you cum- -”

That wasn’t what you needed. But what the heck.

With Patrick pounding a couple cries out of you down the line, he'd been putting his hands roughly in your hair to push you over the ledge as you began to make a mess on his twitching cock. “Mmmh.. f-fuck- yes..!” You couldn’t give a damn at how loud you were being. Your creamy juices were left on the man as he wasted no time to pull out of you and start pumping away at his cock on your backside. Using the wall as a rest with his damp curls stuck to his forehead, he released ropes of his cum on to the dip of your back with a low grunt. By the time he tapped the last few drops on your ass, you had a teasing little hazy smile on your face and Patrick held you up again like used goods.

You got one down. You already knew with a few strokes of your tongue, Art would have that sweet release too. So you got on your knees without a question and attached your generous lips around the blondes member. He closed his eyes to feel the heated wetness of your mouth closing on him. “Oh god,” he panted as you suctioned your lips around his tip. Te naughtiest kind of sounds leaving you while you sucked a climax from Art at the same time. The feeling of his cock down your throat, mixed with the moaning through the moment his cum flows through, made your mouth feel totally full and fucked out. Art cursed at the way you looked so pretty taking him on your knees like this — but he thought you were far too comely to be down there for long, so as soon as you swallowed he helped you rise to your feet with a small stumble, but the man managed to keep you aligned as he grabbed hold of you with a soft grin.

“You’re too good, even drunk. I mean, shit..” Patrick panted as he observed your state. Just like before. Arms flung over Arts shoulders as you leaned into him with flirtatiousness.

“You fuck good.” You eyed him back, your voice was a little too impressed to the brunette, but he was appreciative of the acknowledgement. You had focused on the blonde again, whose chest was against yours, running your finger over his cheek in playfulness with a small giggle.

“And you have to play Ken in me next time..”

He looked down as he just couldn’t help himself but shy away from your compliment. “next time, huh ?” Art questioned with a soft chuckle, You nodded and kept your place temptingly close to the blondes lips. “Well then, we’ve gotta get you home first.”

After Patrick and Art insisted on paying for your Uber back to your apartment, they were also nearly begging for your number as well — and after a few waters to sober up, and a kind hearted snap of your seatbelt from one of the boys, you eventually did give in.

You nearly forgot you had a pay to pick up from your friends at your hangover brunch the next morning, and of course the girls wanted all the details about everything from the previous night while bills were paid to you gladly.

You planned on giving the two hot guys at the bar a handjob and couple kisses at the beginning. But exposing to your friends that you got to cum on Patrick’s cock while you jerked off Art and sealed your deal was an extra bonus as they both ended up being as sweet as they come.

Maybe two boyfriends wouldn’t hurt.

[emilsendo]

(Dom)Baji Keisuke x (Sub) Top!male reader

Type: Smut

Warnings: Dom Baji, gay sex, riding, stimulation, etc.

Author Note: Hiya! I finished this one oneshot and I hope it will be good for you guys to read 👀👍 I started to writing a request with Drakenxtop male readerxMikey, so I just reminding xD.

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— Baji.... — you gasped hoarsely as your boyfriend bounced heavily on your dick.

Baji was insane, not even giving you time to breath as he rode you hard. You could feel his entrance squeezing you with pleasure with each firm bounce.

You tried to calm his movements by holding the brunette's toned waist, but Baji seemed even stronger now, not all the strength in the world could stop him now, he even had an expression of lust as he sat frantically on your dick, his walls sqeezing and sucking your dick in a delicious way.

Not that it wasn't good, on the contrary. It felt so good that you were almost drooling, it was so good that you felt like you were about to cum at any moment, but you didn't want to be there so early. Not that Baji cared about it, in fact it seemed like that was exactly what he wanted.

Every drop of your cum inside him.

— Baji......If it continues like this-Aah~! I'm going to....— you tried to warn while sqeezing his waist between your fingers, Baji's waist was firm, of course, he had a lot of muscles due to begin a delinquent, anyway he was beautiful, and he loved it when you held his waist.

— You will come? Do it inside me. Go on, cum in me, darlin'~ — the delinquent seemded fascinated with the idea of you cumming inside him, so he sat on you with all the strength he had, eliciting not only a moan of pleasure from both of you, but also one of surprise from you.

— Damn, Baji.....f-fuck! — you exclaimed, starting to tear up, with delicious suction that the brunette's hole made around your cock.

Baji's little entrance was sucking you in, he was tight and hot, it was comfortable to be inside him, but at the same time you felt like your dick was going to melt.

The room was stuffy and almost completely dark, if it weren't for the sunlight that the curtains let out. The only thing you could hear was your moans and muffled breathing.

Baji wasn't very affectionate when he grabbed some strands of your hair, throwing it backwards, so he could give himself space to bury his face between your neck, clean of marks, of course not for long, until he slid his tongue over the spot, that made you twitch slightly in pleasure. Having Keisuke suck on your neck was the least of the problems, considering the orgasm you were needing to get to.

— Hey, M/N, why don't you call me by my first name? — he moves a little away from your neck to ask, not far enough since you could feel his breath hit the spot.

It seemed to be a serious question, although Baji continued to move on your lap.

— I-I don't know, I just..... MH! Ah... I'm used to calling you Baji.— you replied sincerely.

Baji pulled away completely from your neck, holding both sides of your face, looking at you intensely seriously.

— Call me by my first name.— He demanded. You sighed a bit confused, but you didn't have time to reason when Baji doubled the speed of jumping on your dick, you gritted your teeth when you felt your dick hit your boyfriend's prostate. — G- ugh! S-shit...call me by my first name.—

— Kei.....— you tried to complete, but the words came out shaky as Baji's entrance practically devoured your cock.

— C-Come on, M/N....I know you....you can do it.— He encouraged with a strange smile, as he fumbled over his words. It was difficult to have a serious expression on his face when your length was literally widening his hole.

— Keisuke! F-fuck. Keisuke, please, I'm going to cum. Please let me!

That was epic for Keisuke Baji. He only needed a few more slightly sloppy bounces for his pleasure to fill him.

— Fuck. Cum inside, M/N. I want to feel ya, got it? Do it! —

You then came with streams of milky cum begin sucked into Baji's gaping hole. He moaned feeling filled, he came soon after, his cum got all over your and his chest.

Little by little Baji stopped moving and you fell silent, sweaty and panting.

— Are you okay? — You asked.

Baji nodded with an amused expression on his face, you smiled embarassedly.

— It's incredible that.... even though I'm bouncing like crazy on you, I can still feel my legs.— He joked ironically.

— Yes, I think that for you to stop feeling your legs you would have to sit on me a lot more.— you joined in, letting out an amused laugh.

You didn't even notice the suggestive smile that spread across Baji's face after your words.

— Then it looks like I'm goin' to have to sit on ya until tomorrow morning, my darlin'.

— What...?

The confusion on your face replaced by a noise of surprise when Baji sat on you once again, you grunted with your sensitive dick to the recent orgasm once again begin stimulated.

— Baji, I can't do it anymore! I-I....— you tried to protest desperately but was silenced by the full lips.

For Baji, nothing would be over until both of you had no more strength.

— I loved how you said my first name, from now on ALWAYS call me that.—

[my-castles-crumbling]

Angel

Based on @royalthorned's post

TW: drugged drinks, but nobody is hurt. This is a lighthearted fic but remember to watch your drinks bc drugged drinks are NOT a joke, and end in horrible scenarios on most cases.

Evan was tired. Not only had it been a long night, but it had been a long goddamn year. He wasn't paid nearly enough, and he hated the hours of his current job. The only upside was that it wasn't hard.

Being a bouncer meant checking IDs and dealing with drunken losers who had nothing better to do than cause problems at their local dive. And though Evan wasn't one for violence, he was tall and knew a bit of karate, meaning he could easily deal with any idiot who tried to cause trouble. He was also gay, which was a bonus in the owner's eyes, because apparently the last bouncer liked hitting on the girls who frequented the bar.

So he donned his black shirt with the giant bar logo and headed off every Wednesday to Saturday for his 8pm-2am shift, rethinking his life choices.

But that particular Saturday, he was in a foul mood. His friend, Dorcas, was having a birthday celebration that he was missing because the backup bouncer had 'plans' and now some stupid arsehole was stumbling toward him like he'd been hit in the head.

"S'a...y'ra.." the drunk murmured, again tripping and grasping Evan's shoulder to stand up.

For a moment, Evan looked him over. He must have arrived during his break, or before his shift start, because he would have remembered this man. He was tall and thin, but still had muscles on his frame, and was covered head to toe with piercings and tattoos. His dark hair fell in his eyes as he swayed and his black clothing was a bit too big for him, but he pulled off the look. His pupils were also huge, and he was clearly not just drunk.

"Fuck," Evan murmured, realizing. He was drugged.

"S'an angel," the man murmured gleefully, petting Evan's face lightly, and his stomach flip-flopped. He had to do something.

"Oi, Riddle!" he called to the owner, waving him over.

"What?" Riddle snapped, turning away from the girl he was chatting up and heading to Evan with a scowl. "This better be good."

"Listen," Evan said in a low voice. "This bloke's clearly drugged. He needs an ambulance, or-"

"No!" Riddle sneered, eyes full of contempt. "We don't want another issue in the news!"

"What are we supposed to do, throw him in a cab?" Evan asked, fury burning in his veins.

"Drive him to the hospital if you must," Riddle said, waving his hand in the air. "But no cops."

So Evan loaded the tripping man in his car, only stopping to offer Riddle a few choice words when the other man told him to make sure to clock out before he went.

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"Fuck," Barty moaned the next morning, hospital lights making his head pulse. "What happened?"

But the man in the chair next to his bed was the man from his dreams. The angel. "You got drugged at the shittiest bar in town," he said, tilting his head to the side. "And then when I drove you to the hospital, you spent the entire ride telling me how pretty I was."

Barty wasn't one for embarrassment, so he just looked the man up and down appraisingly. "I guess drugged me still has good taste."

The man broke into a grin. "I was hoping you'd say that. How about I take you to dinner? You can order all your own drinks, promise."

Barty chuckled. "Sounds good. Just give me a few minutes to get ready."

And the man laughed, eyes sparkling.

[reallyromealone]

DAY🎃 TWENTY-TWO🎃 SHOWER/BATH SEX - NOZEL

⚠️warnings⚠️

Smut nsfw male reader, bottom male reader, gay, shower sex, rough sex, fingering

(Name) was exhausted from training but felt satisfied at the prospect of getting a little stronger and being able to help those who need it. The water was warm against his skin as he stood under the shower head with a sigh, feeling the grime come off his body as he rubbed soap along his skin, lost in the relaxation he didn't notice someone enter the Silver Eagles bath house until the shower turned on beside him.

Glancing over he was shocked to see his captain in his naked glory, chiseled to perfection and oozed power and confidence "hello captain" (name) said awkwardly while washing up, staring directly at the wall instead of his incredibly attractive captain who was naked and wet an--"hello (name), you did acceptable training today" Nozel said calmly as he pushed his hair back to wash it and (name) nodded flustered "t-thank you captain, you were quite impressive yourself" god he wanted to just fall down the drain with the water.

He really hoped he thought he was just shy and not flustered at the fact his Captain whom he had feelings for was so close and /naked/ none the less.

Act normal.

Nozel glanced at his subordinate who looked close to a breakdown and smirked slightly, he found him cute.

He heard he had rejected an engagement recently, Nozel himself looking for a lover.

Same sex marriages weren't uncommon in the clover kingdom, so long as Nozel produced an heir all was well after all.

And he wanted (name).

"I saw you looking at my pelvic area during training, your eyes never left me" Nozel walked behind (name) and blew in his ear, he knew (name)s feelings for him and watched as (name) looked down.

"Please don't toy with my feelings your Highness" (name)s voice was a whisper above the pitter patter of the shower, hugging himself subconsciously.

"I can assure you I'm not toying with your emotions" Nozel said flipping him around and pinning him to the marble wall, both men soapy and wet. Nozel was a hairline away from (name), he could feel his breath on his lips and strong hand on his hip "I wish for you to be mine" Nozel said genuinely before dipping in for a kiss, his lips slightly dry against (name)s who kissed back messily "you will get better" Nozel said between kisses as his hand that was placed on (name)s hip moved to grope his ass, (name) jolting at the contact but didn't break the kiss instead moaning as Nozel slipped his tongue in.

He tried to keep up with the kiss, Nozel taking control of the pace before pulling away and put his fingers to (name)s lips "suck" he commanded and (name) closed his eyes as he took Nozels long thick fingers in his mouth, tongue slowly lapping around them. Nozel watched intently, the shower muffling (name)s little whines and moans.

"Turn around, ass out" Nozel instructed as he pulled from (name)s swollen lips and (name) did as instructed, looking nervous while Nozel used his spare hand to spread one of his cheeks "perfect..." He whispered to himself, crouching before him and giving a lick as he circled the first finger around (name)s rim and pushing in.

"O-oh!" (Name) cried sweetly as Nozel slowly pumped his finger, pressing downwards slightly against his prostate before adding another finger, (name) whining when he began scissoring.

"I must assure you're stretched enough to handle me, you're so tight... Are you by chance a virgin?" His voice almost entranced and (name) bit his lip before nodding "y-yeah... Please be gentle" (name) was so precious, he would make an excellent husband Nozel concluded "of course" as he began fucking his fingers harder into (name)s ass, the poor knight struggling to sit up "o-oh! Fuck...!" (Name) tried so hard not to cum he really did but when Nozel hit his prostate just right... "My you're a sensitive one..."his head light as Nozel pulled out and before he knew it, the man's arms wrapped around his thighs and pressed him close against his broad chest and the marble wall, water pelting on them "I'm going to enter you now, relax" Nozel said kissing (name)s swollen lips with soft pecks.

(Name)s fingers got lost in the silver/white locks of hair that belonged to the royal, Nozel pushing in slowly and (name) wanted to cry at how great it felt, fat tears rolling down his face as Nozel bottomed out "b-big..." His brain felt fuzzy as his tongue stuck out slightly "o-oh god..."

"My cock only entered you and get your stupid?" Nozel teased as he pulled out and slammed back up into (name), punching the breath out of him.

"O-oh! Oh please!" Nozel started at an unrelenting pace, leaving (name) to tug and cry at every thrust.

"O-oh god!" The sound of skin slapping slightly muffled by two shower heads running as Nozel slammed into (name)s prostate "you're mine now, no one can ever make you feel the way I do"

"Yours... All yours..." (Name) babbled as his body shook, so close to another orgasm and Nozel wasn't far behind with how (name) had a vice grip on his cock it wouldn't be long till he came in that perfect ass.

"Gonna cum, fuck! O-oh!" (Name) shook as they kissed surrounded by the steam of the water, (name) cumming on his boyfriends? Fiance's? Abs as Nozel came hard into his ass, white liquid leaking from (name)s ass as they rode their highs.

"S-so..." (name) was shy and awkward as he dared look at Nozel "does this mean were..."

"I will arrange with our families for our engagement" Nozel kissed him "now let's clean you were filthy"

[munsonownsmyass]

Billy Russo x reader x Matt Murdock x Frank Castle

Summary: A night out with the boys turned into something you never expected.

Notes: I was asked by a lovely anon to make a fic with Frank and Matt. Bonus if I could throw in Billy. Well, ask and you shall receive. It's the first time I've tried writing a foursome. A lot of poles, holes and peeps to keep track off. Hope i succeeded.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: Oh, where do i begin? SMUT! 18+. Exhibitionism/voyerism, fingering (f receiving, both vaginal and anal), handjobs, grinding, unprotected sex (vaginal and anal. Remember lube and wrap up irl, folks), double penetration, gay/bi sex. This is a lot, y'all.

Words: 1.5 K

It was one of those evenings that you never want to end. Scattered across the table is empty beer and wine bottles, another few half drunk. Frank is sitting in the armchair in Matt’s apartment, Matt casually situated on his lap and peppering Frank's neck with soft kisses as you and Billy were sitting on the couch. It had started as a few friends having dinner, now turned into you all being very tipsy as the evening slowly turns into night. 

As the night progressed, you found it harder and harder to keep your eyes of Frank and Matt, their touches growing bolder. The conversation had been rather normal, considering the lives you all lived, although a bit slurred by the amount of alcohol. For a brief moment, you wonder if you’ve ever seen the guys this intoxicated before or if Billy has even noticed the show unfolding right across from the two of you.  

You are not even sure Frank and Matt are aware of what they are doing. First it was just soft touches, then kisses peppered onto each other's skin, which was enough to catch your attention. But the more they drank, the bolder they became. They seem like they don’t know what their actions are doing to you. 

You can't tear your eyes away as Frank sucks gently on Matt’s neck, the look of pleasure on Matt’s face as Frank gives him yet another love bite. The alcohol seemed to make Matt lose his inhibitions, the blush on his cheeks only caused by the wine and not by the position he’s in.  

You suddenly feel Billy shift beside you. Glancing down, you can’t help but notice bulge in his pants. He does nothing to hide it, his eyes fixed on Frank and Matt. You would lie if you said you’d never thought of Billy in a sexual way, but now as you glance between his legs, all you can think about is how he was like in bed. 

You try to dismiss the thoughts as a mere result of too many beers, but you know it’s a lie. Eyes again on Frank and Matt, unable to tear your gaze away from Frank’s fingers. Slowly the fingers run up Matt’s thigh, just barely touching his bulge before sliding back down. A pattern he repeats and each time Frank’s fingers graze Matt’s bulge, he bites his lip. 

The odd thing is how casual the men are. Just sitting there with the conversation still flowing lightly as if all three of them aren’t hard.  

Without even realizing it, you had moved your hand to Billy’s thigh. When did you move it? Whether you’re affected by the show before you, the wine or simply just the intoxicating scent of Billy, you don’t know, but you slide your hand up higher. Billy seems to lean into your touch, his breathing now strained. 

At this point you’re so turned on you need a release for the ache between your legs. You let your hand wander from Billy’s thigh down between his legs, cupping his cock through the denim. He responds with a sharp intake, his eyes begging you not to stop. 

Unable to hold back any longer, Billy leans forward and claim your lips in a kiss. Soft at first, but soon turns heated as his tongue slip into your mouth. 

You melt into the kiss, letting your eyes gaze at Frank and Matt one more time before closing your eyes. They were lost in each other, all conversation now forgotten. Consumes by lust, Billy pulls you onto his lap, kissing you more passionately by the minute. You moan softly when Billy’s hands start roaming your body, cupping your breasts. His thumb rubs gently circles on your sensitive buds, making you shiver. 

As Billy’s mouth moves to your neck, sucking at your sensitive skin, your eyes wander to Frank and Matt. While you were lost in Billy’s touch, Matt moved on top of Frank, both of them naked from the waist up. Matt’s soft moans fills the air as his hips roll against Frank, a soft ‘fuck Red’ spoken in passion. 

Between kisses, Billy pulls your t-shirt over your head, exposing your soft skin to him. When his mouth latch onto your nipple, his name falls from your lips in a soft whisper. 

One hand slide between your bodies, making your shiver as his fingers touch you right where you need him the most, your panties already damp. Your soft moans now attract the attention from Frank and Matt, both of them stopping and looking at you two now. 

Frank quickly opens Matt’s pants and his own, releasing both their cocks. Holding them both in his big hand, they watch you and Billy as he pumps them slowly. They look as Billy’s fingers hike up your skirt, pulling your panties to the side and make you gasp, when his fingers find your aching clit. 

Frank and Matt can’t tear their eyes of you, seeing the way your back arch when Billy pushes his fingers inside you, his mouth capturing your nipple again. No inhibitions left, you let out a big moan, letting them all know how good Billy makes you feel. 

Frank let’s go of Matt as he slips from Franks lap. Matt kneels, pulling Franks pants all the way off, before removing his own. With their eyes glued to you and Billy, their kisses turn heated as they stroke each other, enjoying the show. 

Your hand finds its way into Billys pants, palming his hard cock. Pulling your hand out, you unzip his pants, allowing you to better stroke him. Billy groans when your hands wrap around his length, his own hands going down to his waistband, pulling his pants further down. 

You pull your skirt up higher, exposing your ass to Frank and Matt as you lift yourself up before slowly lowering yourself onto Billy’s hard cock. 

Matt looks at Frank, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. Frank just gives a soft smirk, disappearing for a second, only to return with some lube. 

Your eyes spring open when you feel a finger softly rubbing your other entrance. Looking over your shoulder, you see Matt smile back at you as his finger tease your opening. Frank is kissing Matt’s neck, looking into your eyes. They give you the opportunity to say no. But you don’t. You had never had an experience like this and who knew if it would ever happen again? So you urge Matt on with a soft moan, begging him not to stop.  

His finger slips in, causing you to whimper at the new sensation. His finger slowly works you open as you ride Billy’s cock, feeling an ecstasy you’ve never felt before. 

Matt adds another finger as Frank wraps his hand around Matt’s cock, pumping it as Matt gets you ready. Frank is rock hard against Matt’s ass, the tip leaking at the sight before him. 

As Matt slips his fingers from your ass, he feels Frank’s fingers at his own, groaning as he places the tip of his cock against your tight entrance. Gently, he pushes into you, marveling in the feeling of Billy’s cock, only your thin walls separating them. 

You whimper at the sensation of two cocks filling you, both of them pushing you closer to the edge. Frank, not wanting to be left out, pushes Matt’s legs apart, watching as both Matt and Billy’s cocks thrust into you. 

Frank push into Matt, inch by inch, feeling how Matt clench around him. He wasn’t gonna last long, the sight and noises from the others already threatening to push him over the edge. Frank stills, just for a moment, to join in the pace with the rest of you and then start thrusting into Matt. 

Slowly, as you all find the rhythm, the pace quickens, bringing you all closer to a much-needed release. One by one you come. First Billy, filling you to the brim with his cum as he gazes deeply into your eyes. The feeling of Billy falling apart for you, makes you come with a soft moan, his name falling from your lips. 

When you come, you clench around Matt’s cock, the sensation triggering Matt to come hard and that in turn makes Frank come, the sound of Matt’s ecstasy too much for him. 

The air is filled with soft pants as you all come down from your highs, none of you moving as your bodies still shiver in the aftershocks of your shared pleasure. 

Slowly, you start to detach from each other, all of the men very soft with you, making sure you’re okay. The atmosphere in the room is a bit awkward, none of you looking the others in the eyes. That’s until Billy chuckles, breaking the tension with a simple question. 

“Same time next week?” 

You all smile, not sure if you’ll ever do it again, but... never say never. 

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[bomertheshark]

Helloo it’s 🧸 Anon, I really love the poly! Ghostface!! I would love to ask, do you watch hunger games by any chance? I’m really into hunger games right now and I don’t see any of male readers for it, so you could maybe do teen Coriolanus snow x male reader? Where Coriolanus and reader both mentors and dating, reader got jealous that Coriolanus and lucy gray are close too close to each other, reader distance himself from Coriolanus, and coriolanus got confused as to why reader is ignoring/distancing himself from coriolanus, Coriolanus ask why and tell the reader that he and her are nothing and its only so he can win and stuff. Only if you watch and want to write it of course, thank youu. It’s a angst fluff or add smut if you feel comfortable with it

I am so sorry! I didn’t post until this late at night after the day I said I would, I got caught up with not scheduling it to be released that day and then didn’t write it after going out with friends to watch the Super Bowl (all of that and the 49ers didn’t win.) I hope this is to your satisfaction I’m so sorry! There is only slight implication to smut.

Suspecting

Coriolanus Snow x Male reader

Short

!!VERY OOC LUCY GRAY!!

You woke up to the sound of someone moving in your cabin. You sat there controlling your breathing until they got close enough for you to gauge where they were. You got up with a start, quickly pinning down the culprit who broke in ready to fight for your life, surprised to see that it was none other than the man you had been trying to avoid this entire time. Coriolanus Snow.

All of this had started when you pretty much met Coriolanus, finding him incredibly attractive and charismatic it wasn’t hard to fall in love with him an and care for him. Sure it started off slow but you always knew you liked men so you had no sort of denial from it. It only started to get harder when he would care for Lucy while being close to you. You talked to some of your friends who knew you were gay about your fondness for him. They mentioned how you should either talk about it with him or talk to Lucy about it. You felt rather than talking to the man you decided to talk to Lucy.

The conversation went kind of weirdly she never once had ever been against someone being gay but this time was oddly different, she had never felt more rude towards you. Laughing at you when you had even tried to come to the notion that they weren’t dating. Instead of putting your head to rest she made it worse by saying things like “he only acts like that because you’re annoying” and “why would someone like him date someone like you?” You left her cabin even more worried than ever. You never got into your head about things like this but the change in Lucy Gray’s attitude really threw you off.

You started distancing yourself from him and her especially when you would notice when she would drape herself over him and catch your eye only to smirk at you. Every time Coriolanus would come up to you, you would distance yourself by giving short answers or giving an excuse to leave the conversation early. You did this for months on end, obviously he was starting to catch on and would try to corner you alone to get answers, getting frustrated every time. Thankfully you had your friends to thank whenever they would find you in the situation and get you out of it with god knows what.

You knew he was getting frustrated but you didn’t know what to do. Only moving further and further away from him, leaving every time he would enter the room or your vicinity. He almost caught you when you were out gathering supplies in the forest. After a while he started to leave you alone after so long, you finally thought you were in the clear until now. You had woken up to the sound of someone in your cabin. There was a rule, no one go into peoples cabins at lights out. People liked their alone time and their sleep, so hearing someone in your cabin at this time was automatically suspicious.

You controlled your breath to make it seem like you were still asleep, waiting for the culprit to be closer to you before getting shooting up and pinning them to the bed ready to call out for the others and to fight if you needed to. You were expecting to fight for your life but what you weren’t expecting was to see the very man that you had been avoiding the entire time. Coriolanus Snow in the flesh pinned under you, under normal fighting or sparring circumstances you would immediately get off of him but he wasn’t supposed to be in here. How did he get in here? Why was he in here? You immediately asked him these questions, not getting any answers you were starting to get a little aggravated. “Why are you in here?” You asked sternly.

What was very out of character for him, Coriolanus answered “I uh I, I wanted to talk to you about something…” he was so unsure about yourself it was weird. You asked him what he meant and that you still wanted to know how he got in, especially because he broke in to your cabin in the middle of the night. He didn’t answer only watching you, with labored breathing, and… blow pupils… oh. You thought totally understanding now. “You like being pinned and choked?” You asked, putting more pressure on him. The squirming and whine that escaped him answered everything you needed to know. Including the thrusting up to gain friction against you. You gave in to him putting away how much you would have to talk about with him in the morning. And more than anything the seedling of victory and ego you gained for ravishing him while Lucy Gray slept alone.

I don’t really like this one all that much so maybe later in the year all rewrite it when I’m focused and all that jazz.

[kodamaghost00]

30 Monty Gator Headcanons!!

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[Disclaimer!!]

This post will contain: NSFW,Sfw,Fluff,Smut

It’s also Genderless for the girls,gays and theys! You are a Technician in these scenarios!

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Let’s begin!

He enjoys talking to you but won’t initiate any conversations because he thinks you will get bored of him eventually.

He for sure loves physical touch and sometimes purrs when you cuddle him in his greenroom.

He’s a massive animatronic and will be gentle with you due to his size.

He hates his original name “Montgomery” according to him it is “A wacky name for a bass player” and that’s why he prefers his nickname.

He’s very jealous of you. If anyone seems like a threat to him he will stand next to you wrapping his tail around you.

If he is having an outburst again the other band members and staff would call you to calm him down. He seems to only listen to you when he’s in that state.

He’d definitely have a picture of you two in his greenroom.

He was the biggest fan of Bonnie and definitely had a plushie of him in his room.

He has the biggest marking kink you could ever imagine. He can’t go one session without giving you at least two bite marks.

He is very dominant and also demands this position. Every time you try to initiate something he’d quickly turn it around so he’s the one on top of you.

He would use the pet names “Rockstar” and “Babe” a lot.

He gets easily attached to things you give him. Even if it’s something as simple as a dandelion you picked up before work, he’d keep it forever…

He likes to pick you up and he will make cheeky comments about your height. (Even if you’re just 1cm shorter than him).

He loves to edge you until your legs shake from frustration and he’s always teasing you about it.

He loves seeing you get all flustered when he compliments you.

He’d be the type to say “Did ya’ do somethin with your hair? Looks great…” even though you did nothing new with your looks. It makes you laugh every time.

He’d have a hard time showing you affection through words so he likes to leave you little notes that say “have a good day/night” or “I hope we’ll see each other soon.”

When you’re working with him in Parts & Service he’d always look at you with admiration. He doesn’t know a thing about his mechanics so he’s really impressed with your abilities.

Sometimes on your breaks or after your shift you go to gator golf to see Monty and occasionally play golf with him. He’s obviously a really good player so it’s hard to compete with him.

Once you won a game and he just pushed you into the lakes and laughed historically as you tried to get out.

You tried to get back on him and do the same but he was too heavy to be pushed away. So he just jumped to the side and you fell down into the lake yourself. He laughed and said “Haha! Karma is a bitch, rockstar!”

He would also enjoy taking you around the Pizzaplex to places where you weren’t before.

When you cuddle with him he always puts his head on top of yours.

Sometimes you two get too caught up in a conversation that he forgets to charge and he goes on standby mode. (Freddy comes to help you if that happens).

He knows your work schedule better than you do yourself. “Monty when do I have to start working again tomorrow?”. “8pm till 6am. You have the night shift tomorrow.”

He lets you put on his glasses and eventually gets you a pair of them in the gift shop.

He loves to hear you beg for pleasure. He will overstimulate you so much that you can only say his name and beg for more.

With enough convincing and reassurance he’ll open up to you about his feelings. And once he does he’s extremely grateful that you don’t judge him.

If he’d ever hurt you by accident he wouldn’t forgive himself. But he’ll be harsh if you want him too.

When he has an outburst and you get called to handle it he’ll say stuff like “Why would ever want to be with me!? Don’t you see that I’m a monster…?” while his voice cracks down while he sobs in your arms.

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Thank you all for reading my little Headcanons!(人´∀`) It’s been my first time listing them and I’m quite happy how it turned out! Perhaps I’ll even do more Fnaf SB characters?

- Your Ghost ༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ

[uconnposter01]

Me and you

Warnings: Cursing

3.k Words

Chapter 1

October 2021   3rd person pov

Aniyah Sanchez was uncomfortable, she has been at this house party for 2 hours and if one more frat boy tried to hit on her or try to touch her she was gonna scream, she was only here because her teammates  wanted to go out and since they haven't in over a year she was down to come but now Aniyah's over it. It's hot, she's tired, it's crowded, and her teammates were preoccupied with other people leaving Aniyah alone on a couch in the living room surrounded by loud drunk students.

"Damn girl you are bad as shit" a male voice says in her ear way too close for comfort. 

"6 feet” Aniyah says, finding herself starting to feel annoyed.

"My bad" the guy next to her said, backing up a little 

 Aniyah looked at the guy over seeing a light skinned  guy with short curly hair and green eyes. Both of his arms are covered in tattoos, his teeth a vibrant white.

She could tell by the smirk on his face he usually got whatever girl he wanted and the way he shamelessly checked out Aniyah made her skin crawl. 

"I'm gay boo so move along"Aniyah says looking at her nails dismissing the man.

 "Damn don't be like that girl, so I can't even get your name,I'm Ant” 'he says flashing his million dollar smile. 

Aniyah took a deep breath hoping telling Ant her name he would just leave her alone. 

 "Aniyah'' She replied, praying that the interaction would end.

 "See, that was so hard," Ant says, sitting down on the couch.

“Why are you sitting down?" Aniyah questions her eyebrows furrowing  in confusion.

You don't want no friends?" Ant questions smirking.

     He didn't believe the girl next to him could be gay she is way too beautiful. Ant figured if he smooth talked to her and got her to take her guard down he would be golden. 

"Nope" Aniyah says, putting emphasis on the letter p. 

“ What you drink, let me get you a drink from the kitchen,” Ant says, smirking. 

“Fuck no” Aniyah says rolling her eyes.

”Damn, you kinda mean," Ant said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Not sure what to say,he didn't want to give up on the beauty,he was sure she was the most attractive girl in the party right now. He couldn't help but to stare at her hazel almond shaped eyes, they hung low and Ant couldn't tell if it was from weed or was it natural.

"I'm not mean enough seeing that you are still here trying to talk to me" Aniyah responds back rolling her eyes once more. 

"Sheesh" Ant mumbles.

Aniyah's standoffish attitude wasn't gonna deter him though. Once again Ant begin’s to stare at Aniyah, this time noticing how full her lips are,and he couldn't help but think what they would feel like wrapped around his dick.

 "Nigga can you stop staring at me" Aniyah snaps glaring over at Ant

"What's with the attitude shawty?" Ant asks, eyebrows creased in confusion. 

"I'm gonna say this nicely. I'm a lesbian, I'm not interested at all, leave me alone before I get real mean "Aniyah stresses, about to go off on the man.

"How you even know you gay?" Ant asks, disregarding what Aniyah said trying to scoot closer to the brown skinned girl.

 "How do you even know you're straight?" Aniyah questions.

"I'm serious, I think you haven’t got the right dick yet" Ant says, his eyes trailing down the girl's  body hungrily. Aniyah looked at the guy sitting next to her with pure repulse, not too sure Ant took the girl's silence as a cue to move closer and touch Aniyah's thigh.

"Don't fucking touch me nigga, are you fucking dumb dickhead" Aniyah yells pushing Ant away from her. 

"Why are you acting like a bitch, I'm being nice to you and everything, you ain't that cute to have that much of a fucked up attitude" Ant complains, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

"Because I'm gay, I'm a fucking lesbian,I don't know why your dumbass can't grasp that shit, my body language and my words are telling you that I don't want to be fucking bothered, stop trying to talk to me, I'm not interested in your dumbass take the fucking hint!" Aniyah yells even louder. 

Before Ant could reply to the girl yelling next to him, someone behind him spoke up. 

“Yo, I don't think she wants to be bothered, move along” A tall blond said behind Ant.

    Aniyah looks over at the girl instantly recognizing her as a player on UConn's women's basketball team, she couldn't lie the point guard looked good, way too good if you asked Aniyah. The blond had on an all black Nike tech suit with low top panda dunks on her feet, her straight hair pulled back in a low bun.

"This you?" Ant questions the girl towering over him.

 "Yup, that's all me” Paige says, licking her lips and  looking past Ant and at Aniyah.

“Nah you lying, she’s pretty as hell he can’t be gay” Ant replies in disbelief. 

“You sound ignorant as hell bro, get the fuck outta here, ain’t nothing over here for you” Paige says glaring at the guy. 

“Whatever, shawty wasn’t that cute anyway" Ant gumbles, stomping away, angry he couldn’t take  Aniyah home.

  “My bad ma,I didn't mean to come over like that, but I overheard you and I couldn't just stand there and listen to that shit happen” Paige says rubbing the back of her neck. 

”I appreciate it, I really do,” Aniyah says, biting her bottom lip. 

She likes hearing the point guard call her ma, and between the eye contact and the nickname it all made Aniyah feel somewhat special and giddy. but the giddy feeling disappeared once Aniyah remembered that Paige is a player and that she has probably said these same things to other girls. After hearing so many stories about Paige from her teammate Jazmine she's not sure if she really wants to deal with Paige on a serious level, but she didn't mind having fun.

“What's up ma, you good?” Paige asks,her face etched with concern noticing a slight change in Aniyah’s mood.

 Her face etched with concern noticing a slight change in Aniyah. Paige is so excited to finally talk to the girl, she's seen her everywhere and she couldn't get the girl out of her mind,no matter how hard Paige tried. The first time Paige saw Aniyah on campus was in the dining hall, the second time she saw her was at the library and the third time she saw her was at her game sitting in the crowd and Paige ended up scoring 31 points that night.

As bad as she wanted to go up to the girl each time, Paige decided not to,knowing she has a player reputation. A nasty rumor that started going around on campus during Paige’s freshman year and not being sure if the girl to her left was aware of the rumors about her she never had the confidence to go up to the girl.

Paige was excited, as soon as she saw the girl walk in with the rest of her friends Paige knew this was her chance to talk to her. She proceeded to watch the girl from afar the moment she got here two hours ago waiting for the opportunity to speak to her.

After gaining some liquid courage and overhearing what was happening with Ant, she knew she couldn't pass up the opportunity to help the girl out and talk to her. Paige has let the girl slip through her fingers on three separate occasions; she refused to let it happen again. 

“Yeah I'm good,” Aniyah says, flashing a closed mouth smile. 

“You sure?” Paige asks scooting a little closer. 

“I promise I'm sure” Aniyah responds softly  looking in Paige’s eyes.

The energy around the two girls felt thick as they continued to look at each other, their stares filled with lust and longing.

   “Is this okay?” Paige questions softly, putting her hand on Aniyah’s exposed thigh. 

“Yes” says just as soft her eyes never leaving the intense stare of Paige's blue eyes. 

“What's your name ma?”Paige asks softly in the girl’s ear. 

“Aniyah” She responds just as softly, glancing down at Paige's lips. 

“Paige,” the blond says, holding out her hand to the girl.

 Paige kissed Aniyah's hand and she immediately started to feel  flustered trying to hide her smile Aniyah faced the other direction.

“You are so beautiful please don't hide that pretty ass smile from me, I love it already” Paige says while gently turning Aniyah's face back to her.

Aniyah's smile and the blush on her face grew even wider. Paige smiled back enamored by the braces clad girl, she wanted to learn everything she could about Aniyah she has never been this attracted and infatuated with anyone before especially not this fast.

 ”Do you smoke”? Paige asks after a moment pulling out a baggie with 4 blunts in the process. 

“Of course,” Aniyah responds. 

“Come out back with me, It’s hot, loud and packed in here and I wanna get to know you better” Paige says standing up.

Aniyah stood up with her and they walked towards the back of the house. Paige led Aniyah through the party with her hand resting on the small of her back.

 Aniyah couldn’t lie she became enamored with Paige in the short amount of time of being in her presence just off of the energy alone, she wasn't stupid though.  Even  though Jazmine’s words about Paige kept playing over and over in her head, and right now Paige is saying all of the right things that's and doing all of the right stuff.

Even down to her confidence that bordered on cockiness that was emitting out of her, It all screamed player and it made her nervous, but Aniyah isn’t looking for anything too serious right now, she couldn’t even look for something serious if she even tried so this could be a good thing.

The pair walked towards the outdoor couch, the twosome both picking opposite sides of the wicker couch to sit. 

“Why you sitting so far, come mere” Paige mumbles, lighting the blunt.

 Aniyah inhaled trying to not let her attraction for the girl make her make a fool of herself. 

 “That’s it ma, I won't bite, I mean unless you want me too” Paige teases, her eyes are already starting to become hazy. Paige passes Aniyah the blunt and she watches the girl inhale and look up in the sky.

Maybe I do” Aniyah flirts looking over at Paige passing the girl back the blunt. 

The vibe between the two was thick with tension, both semi lost in their thoughts about each other and how to proceed in the conversation.

  “Tell me bout yourself” Paige says, glancing down at Aniyah’s lips.

 “What do you wanna know?” Aniyah questions.

 “Everything” Paige states, turning to face the girl.

“Well I’m 19,  Aquarius gang over here, a Freshman, I’m from PA, my major is Sports Management and my favorite color is green '' Aniyah says rattling off basic information about herself. 

“Where in PA, and you know i wanna know your birthday mama not ya sign, lemme me know when that is” Paige says rubbing her hands together. 

“February 13th” Aniyah says, finishing up the blunt and pulling out another one.                                           "Damn, Ma you a stoner for real huh” Paige teases.

“Yeah” Aniyah says laughing and lighting the blunt, her eyes  glossy and red. 

“Back to birthday’s tho, it’s lowkey crazy that ya birthday is right before Valentine’s Day''Paige says laughing.

 “I know right, It’s pretty chill I guess,'' Aniyah says, feeling like she’s talking about herself a little too much. 

“You didn’t answer my other question though” Paige says, blowing out smoke, looking over at Aniyah intensely. 

 “ What question?” Aniyah questions her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

  ``Where in PA you from, I meant it when I said, I wanna know everything bout you” Paige says softly while staring at the girl.  

  “I’m from Upper Darby, it’s the Philly suburbs,” Aniyah explains. 

“Cool, cool Imma have to come see the vibe down there” Paige said smiling.                   

  " Okay I'll take you one day, I wanna know about you know, tell me about you though” Aniyah replies softly.                                                                                        “Well I’m from Minnesota, I'm 20, I play ball,  my birthday is October 20th and my favorite color is purple,” Paige responds.

  “Oh shit happy belated birthday, I'm sorry I didn't realize your birthday was a couple of days ago,” Aniyah says, playing with her fingers.                                                                                     

It’s aight ma, how was you supposed to know we just met like 30 mins ago ''Paige jokes.       

    “I know, but still” Aniyah says, pouting

“Do you like basketball?” Paige questions after another moment of silence.

   “Yeah, not as much as my sister though, I've even been to a couple of Uconn games” Aniyah says.

  “ How often do you usually go to the games?” Paige questions, licking her lips. 

  “Whenever I can really” Aniyah answers looking over at Paige, glancing at her lips in the process. 

“You be busy?” Paige asks quietly while focusing intently on Aniyah.

   “A lot of times yeah, I do gymnastics and sometimes I genuinely just don't feel like leaving my dorm, my sister goes to all of the games though,she said she's gonna get y'all to come to my meets” Aniyah rambles.

Paige’s heart drops a little hearing that Aniyah is a gymnast,  the chances of her knowing about those rumors have increased tenfold.

     “Who ya sister?” Paige questions her eyes glancing down at Aniyah’s lips.

    “Nuveah Sanchez” Aniyah answers.

    Paige’s face lit up upon hearing the Soccer players name, Nuveah and Paige had gotten pretty close during the 2020 school year, they really couldn't hang out or interact too much,however they would play Fortnite and text all of the time.

  “Nu-Nu is my dawg, she talks about you all of the time, she never said your name though or showed you to us, I would've remembered” Paige says once again glancing down at Aniyah’s lips.

  No matter how hard Paige tried not to look at Aniyah’s lips she couldn't help but to, they look so soft and smooth and she desperately wants to feel them on hers. Aniyah quickly caught on to Paige staring at her lips; Paige wasn't even being sneaky anymore she was blatantly staring at her lips. Aniyah didn't mind though, in fact it made Aniyah feel prideful and bold. Licking her lips Aniyah glances over at Paige to see her reaction. Paige bites her lip and clears her throat moving closer to Aniyah so there's no room in between them. Grabbing the blunt gently from Paige’s hand Aniyah lights it puffs and exhales.

“Can I try something?” Aniyah questions softly, grabbing Paige’s chin

   “Yeah of course ma” Paige says just as softly, her eyes low and her voice husky.

Aniyah takes a hit from the blunt and lightly puts her lips on Paige’s blowing smoke into her mouth in the process. Paige opens her mouth accepting the smoke.

   “Damn” Paige says, exhaling the smoke, her eyes dilated and low.

 Aniyah touched her lips still feeling Paige’s lips on hers. Paige wants to kiss Aniyah, the spark she felt when she had her lips lightly touched her lips still lingered. 

Your lips are so soft" Paige says softly while gently tracing Aniyah’s lips with her thumb.

"Thank you" Aniyah says, staring in Paige’s eyes.

"Can I feel them again ma?" Paige asks, her voice low, dripping with desire.

    Aniyah leans in, her lips softly gently meets Paige’s lips in a kiss that is firm and soft. Paige sighs into the kiss, her hands slowly sliding down to Aniyah’s waist. Breaking the kiss Aniyah rests her forehead against Paige’s relishing the kiss the pair just had. Paige wants to kiss Aniyah again, the kiss was everything that Paige thought it would be plus more. She wants to kiss Aniyah over and  over again. Before Paige could lean in and kiss Aniyah once again a voice interrupts her.

     “There you are, I was looking for you, i’m ready to go” Jazmine whines coming outside.

Paige separates from Aniyah after hearing Jazmine's voice not wanting the girl to catch them she didn’t have it in her to deal with a Jazmine  tantrum. 

  “Hey girl” Aniyah says awkwardly slowly scooting away from Paige. 

Jazmine felt anger bubbling up inside when she saw Paige with Aniyah, she had so many questions, why were they out here alone, and why did they look so awkward and guilty. 

“What’s going on with ya’ll?” Jazmine questions annoyance covering her features.

“Nothing, we just chilling,” Paige mumbles, looking down.

 Agitation and sadness spread throughout Paige once she saw Jazmine, Aniyah knowing Jazmine made Paige realize that she 100% knows about the rumors or that they sleep together which made Paige a little worried, she wants to try to pursue something with the girl, and those two big factors make things a little more complicated for Paige.

“You ready to go?” Jazmine asks sharply to Aniyah while glaring over at Paige.

“Yeah, just gimme a minute, I'll  meet you out front” Aniyah says dismissing Jazmine.

“I can wait for you here” Jazmine says sitting in between Paige and Aniyah.

“ Chill, we just talking,” Paige grunts, feeling annoyed. 

“You can’t talk in front of me?” Jazmine questions angrily at the blond.

“Why you acting like this”? Paige asks, looking over at Jazmine, her nostrils flaring in the process.

“Like what, I’m just waiting for my friend” Jazmine challenges.

“Whatever bro” Paige mutters her voice low and tense.

Aniyah sat clueless at the end of the wicker couch confused on the nature of the relationship between the two girls, Jazmine always says that Paige did her friend dirty, but this is a little too intense. Jazmine seems way too jealous right now for her and Paige to not be way more familiar than her just being a friend of someone that Paige fucked in the past. 

“Get my number from Nu-Nu, imma go head and leave, I’ll talk to you later okay” Aniyah says standing up.

“Aight ma” Paige mumbles standing up and pulling Aniyah into a hug.

Jazmine stares angrily at Paige during the hug with Aniyah biting her tongue not wanting to expose the nature of her relationship with Paige, she will be addressing Paige about this later.

“Let’s go” Jazmine huffs getting up.

“Jazzy slow down, why are you so mad?” Aniyah says as she struggles to keep up with Jazmine.

“We’ll talk when we get to our dorm” Jazmine grumbles.

“Girl what, I wanna talk right now” Aniyah says not appreciating how Jazmine is treating her like a child.

“Why did you do the opposite of what I said with Paige” Jazmine questions her voice tense with anger. 

Aniyah blinks, not wanting to go off on Jazmine, taking a deep breath Aniyah pauses before continuing. 

“Because I wanted to, why are you so mad about this?” Aniyah questions her eyebrow raised slightly.

“I told you all the shit did to my friend, and you ignore that and still go fuck with her”Jazmine says her tone confused.

“I don’t want nor can I do a relationship, so I’m cool with just fucking around” Aniyah says nonchalantly shrugging. 

Jazmine rolls her eyes and says nothing to Aniyah, knowing that she would say some smart shit to her, and she damn sure didn’t want to have any issues with Aniyah. Both girls get inside the uber the energy between them is icy and tense. After getting to her dorm Aniyah wordlessly goes inside her room. She truly didn’t understand why Jazmine is being so weird about Paige, she appreciates the girl for trying to look out for her but she’s good. She’ll just check in with the girl and make sure they are still good when the sun comes out. 

  After completing her nightly routine Aniyah laid in bed scrolling through Tik Tok, when she got a message that made her smile grow immensely.

          203-436-2177: Hey ma its Paige

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[loserboy-futterman]

Hey,hi! If possible could I request a Derek Danforth x bottom male reader (smut if it’s not a problem) story where Reader is a spy sent to gain Derek trust and obtain information about the last scandal that happened but ends up falling under Derek charm? Thanks <3

Derek Danforth x Male!Reader

A/N: thank you sm for giving me my first request on this account, there for christening it with smut. Enjoy! also this was so fun to write and i made reader like an fbi agent, i hope thats alright<3

-Wolf in Sheep's clothing-

Word Count: 2.9k

Warning!! 18+ content ahead!! Gay porn ahead!!

includes; rimming, degrading, praise, anal sex, skimpy outfits

This was already a nightmare.

You were a detective, a man of law and justice. Someone who took down the bad guys and saved the day! A man that could be trusted to keep you safe.

But today? Today you were a 'dancer' at a sleezy night club. How does that happen you may ask? All thanks to billionaire brat, Derek Danforth.

Your mission was to get close to Derek and get him vulnerable, get him to tell you his secrets and expose his company. Then, destroy him and throw him behind bars. Should be easy enough. If only.

You adjusted the entirely too small tube top you had on and tried to pull the tiny shorts down so your junk wasn't almost popping out. Huffing, you set your eyes on the night club, scanning the dark room as you tried to find Derek's famous blonde mullet. It was hard to see anything with all the people, so you began moving swiftly through the crowd, scanning tables and booths. Trying to get a glance at everyone without drawing too much attention. You make your way through most of the club until he's there. You spot Derek sitting at a booth in a far corner of the club, sprawled out to take up half the space. Surprisingly, he's more alone then you initially thought he'd be. Instead of being surrounded by beautiful men and women, he's only got his number two by his side. The two are talking in hushed whispers when you walk up to the booth and slide in, sitting right up against Derek.

"Lookin' awfully lonely over here gentlemen, care for some company?" You could vomit at how high and bubbly your voice sounded, completely foreign to how you usually talk.

Derek's assistant was the first one of the pair to look up at you, clearly uncomfortable with another person around during their sensitive conversation. "No, no- thanks." He muttered quickly, trying to wave you off as he shifted in his seat, trying not to look at your scandalous outfit.

"I wasn't really asking you." Your attention is on Derek, whom, has been looking at his phone until now. His head picks up when he starts to feel you scoot closer to him. His dark eyes trace down your form quickly, making you feel even more exposed.

Derek lean his body towards you before wrapping his arm around your hip, pulling you tight against him. "He can stay, gimme something to look at." Derek leans down to you, giving you a shark-like grin and looking deep in your eyes. He stayed there for a moment as you stiffened under his gaze. You could slap him, but instead you wrap your arms around his neck and smile. "Don't let me interrupt your conversation then."

This is working out perfectly! You knew Derek would be an easy target.

Derek gave you a lazy grin as he pulled away and hit his vape. He blew a few clouds that smelt awful before turning back to the other man, who was frankly, very upset by your presence. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he liked Derek.

"How much are we bringing in?" Derek broke the tense silence as he rolled his head to look at him. The man tensed and you focused your eyes on Derek's hair as you played with it, trying to convince them you weren't listening, only here to jump Derek's bones.

"48." He said stiffly, eyeing you suspiciously. This answer seemed to only upset Derek though as he took a harsh hit of his vape and barked at his employee.

"48 what? Thousand? Million?! Don't fuck with my money!"

Derek's aggressive behavior was a little surprising but not completely unexpected. You had read in his file he was prone to anger spouts, especially when he was high. You decided to use this to your advantage to drive Derek further into your arms.

You began by carding your fingers through his soft hair and whispering soft coos in his ear to calm him down. His chest rises and falls heavily and you seem to cut through his drug-addled mind.

"T-thousand Derek." He replied nervously, shifting uncomfortably as he watched you two.

If Derek was upset before, now he was full of rage. He clenched his jaw tight and his grip around you was almost bruising. Derek let out a deep sigh and glared at his business partner. Even you felt a little shudder run down your spine at the intimidation.

"Go." Derek growled and his partner was quick to scurry off and out of sight. You can't help but let out a laugh as he leaves but Derek's quick to turn his glare on you. "What's so funny?"

"Well, your friend is kind of pathetic." You reply simply with another laugh and it seems to actually lighten Derek up. He chuckles himself and puts on a casual mask even though you can tell he's still tense. His leg is bouncing and you're surprised his vape hasn't exploded yet from over use.

"He really is." Derek tilts his head back and you let your eyes trace down his neck. You can't deny he's handsome but you know what he does and he has no remorse. You clench your jaw and throw a bare leg over his lap. He's quick to run his calloused hand up and down your smooth calf.

"So what do you do, hm? Making millions?" You ask with fake innocence and curiosity. Derek keeps his eyes on the hand stroking your leg like he's mesmerized. Drugs, you think.

Finally he shrugs and looks at you, his eyes softer than you've ever seen them. "I run a software company." He smirks and leans in closer to you, nuzzling his nose and face close into your neck. The sudden closer contact makes you flush and you want to push him away but it's for your job. And maybe, it felt kind of nice to feel Derek's warm breath fan over your neck. "I wanna know about you. You charge?"

You simple shrug and shake your head at him. "No. I'm just here for a good time. Although, a quieter place would be nice." You need to get more information, you need to get him alone and you can snoop around his house.

Derek pulls back from your neck and eyes you for a long moment, trying to decipher your intentions. After a moment, he slowly nods and smiles. "Let's go baby boy." Derek stands (stumbles) up and you follow him up and out of the club. His driver is waiting outside and you both crawl into the back of his limo.

The quiet feels like a breath of fresh air until you remember you're now alone with Derek Danforth, your target. You're both sitting close in the limo but Derek's mind seems to be elsewhere entirely. He's chewing his nails and glaring out the window, clearly stuck in his own head.

"Are you.. okay?" You ask sweetly, causing Derek to look at you and snap back to the present. He shakes his head and grabs your hand.

"Fine sugar. Just worried about my Bitcoin stock is all." Derek grunted out, shifting closer to you, clearly needing more physical touch.

You needed to get him to open up and stop giving these vague answers, even giving plain lies. "You can tell me anything Derek. I won't tell. My trade is in secrets." You cup his cheeks and make him look deep into your eyes.

Derek seems to think about his answer for a long moment before finally the dam breaks. "My stupid company isn't making enough money, even though I trained those stupid fucks myself." He suddenly growls, clenching his fists tight.

Finally, he was cracking. "How come they're not making enough?" You tilt your head and watch him go to reply but the limo comes to a stop and it seems you've arrived at his apartment.

Derek's quick to pull you upstairs to his penthouse apartment and it's absolutely stunning. He pulls you in and makes his way towards the dry bar in the living room. You watch as he pours a shot of expensive whiskey and shoots it. He immediately makes a face and you snicker at him behind your hand.

He glares at you but it doesn't hold much malice. Derek rounds the bar and stands in front of you. He wraps his arm around your waist and leans down close. You can smell the whiskey on his breath but it's almost enticing, instead of gross like usual. "Okay Mr. Chuckles. Tell me your secrets then." He smirks down at you, making your cheeks heat up.

"Well Derek... My secret is..." You lean in closer to him, almost closing the gap but stopping an inch away. "... I think your kinda cute." You admit and it really was true.

Derek is quick to quirk his eyebrow and give you his usual sarcasm. "Just cute? Are you sure?" His voice is filled with confidence and before you know it, he closes the gap between you, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. It seemed Derek didn't know how to go slow or be gentle because he immediately kissed you hard and bit down on your bottom lip.

You know you shouldn't be making out with Derek Danforth but it was all for the mission, to get closer and get more information out of him. It definitely didn't have to do with the growing erection in your tiny shorts. Derek bruised and bit at your lips, sliding his hands down until they rested on the waistline of the small shorts.

Derek was the first to pull away but he still kept his mouth busy as he trailed kissed down your jaw and to your neck. "Jump." Its a simple command but it takes your brain a moment to register through the haze. You jumped up, wrapping your legs around Derek's hips and tangling your arms around his neck. The new position let Derek control the situation as he started to bite harder on your neck, leaving distinct marks. Not that you minded in this moment.

"So fuckin' pretty baby. Cute little outfit too, you okay if i ruin it?" Derek rasped in your ear and bit your earlobe softly. The deep rumble of his voice made you shiver and you chewed on your lip, contemplating if letting Derek fuck you was a good idea. What would you put in your official report? It was getting harder to think as Derek kept working on your neck and moved to push you against the wall, grinding his hips against yours. His green silk pants left nothing to the imagination when he got hard. You groaned softly and dropped your head back against the wall as Derek ground his hips harder. "Well baby? Wont do anything without a yes. Not that you need to say yes."

Derek was now looking at you with those big puppy dog eyes and you could tell he was being genuine. You decide you need more information and this is how to do it. You lean in and capture his lips again, bucking against his own hips and savoring the whine he lets out.

"Ruin it Derek." You mumble against his lips, making him moan loudly. He pushed you harder into the wall, supporting you with his hips and legs so his hands were free to literally rip off the thin tube top you had on. Your nipples pebbled at the cold air and you hissed softly but it trailed into a moan when Derek's warm mouth was on you. He sucked and licked at one pec, fondling the other as he moaned almost more than you were.

You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair and tugged him closer, earning you a high pitched whimper. Derek's hand trailed down your chest and to your stomach, groping it softly before sliding down to grab your cock that's straining the tiny shorts.

"Maybe if i tease you a little more, you'll break these sorry excuse for shorts." He chuckled cruelly and grabbed your cock tight making you whine and squirm in his grip.

"Derek, please." It felt so good but it wasn't enough, far from it and it was driving you insane and he knew it.

"What? What do you want baby? Want me to fuck you until you cry huh? Fuckin slut." Derek hissed the name at you but it made you shiver. You hated how he was talking to you but you fucking loved it, you hated that fact too. His words dripped with cruelty and lust.

You felt so tense and you needed him so much. "Yes!" You surprised yourself with that scream and you shifted your hips against him hard. Derek smirked and grabbed your hips tight to still your movements. He took you to his bed and dropped you on the plush mattress as he stood before you. He quickly tore off his shirt and whipped off his pants, clearly just as desperate as you.

Derek quickly crawled back over you and kissed your chest, leaving hickeys and bruises as his hands hold your hips tight against his. The new skin on skin contact makes fire run through your veins and everywhere Derek touched seemed to be more sensitive than ever.

In a flash, Derek had flipped you on to your stomach and hiked up your ass to meet his cock that was leaking through his Calvin Klein boxers. He growled low in his throat and slid his hips against yours before finally pulling your shorts off and freeing your painfully hard cock. You hissed at how sensitive it was but didn't have time to focus on that as Derek's finger tips prodded gently at your hole. He leaned over your back to whisper in your ear.

"You look so good baby... Mind if I have a taste?" His voice dripped with pure lust.

You nodded, not trusting your own voice and not exactly understanding what he meant until you felt something warm and wet against your hole. You gasped and looked back to meet Derek's dark eyes as he licked and lathered your hole.

"D-Derek!" You shuddered again as Derek winked before plunging his tongue as deep into your hole as he can, rapidly fucking you with his mouth. You cry out and your cock drips pre-cum on the bed like a fountain, showing you were close.

He grabs your ass tight in both hands, pulling away with spit covering his lips and dripping down his chin. He looked like a hungry predator as he wiped his face with his hand and stood up behind you. Derek grabs your hips tight and leans his sweaty chest against your back, pushing you further into the bed.

"You're perfect baby boy. Might just have to keep you." He mumbled into your neck, wrapping one arm around your chest as he angled his cock and began sliding into your wet hole. You panted and whined at the stretch as his head slides in. Derek's hips stop but its clear he's struggling to hold back in a failing attempt to keep teasing you.

"Fuck! I-I cant- i need to fucking ruin you now."

That's all the warning you got before Derek's hips are slamming into yours, shoving his cock all the way inside you and punching the air out of your lungs. Derek cant stop himself from rutting and bucking his hips against you already but every movement feels too good. You moan out and grab the sheets tight in your fists as Derek works his cock in and out of you faster and harder.

He wasn't kidding about ruining you as his hand on your chest wrapped softly around your throat, not applying pressure but it still made your eyes roll back. Especially as he desperately pistoned his hips inside of you, grazing your prostate every so often, making you see spots. Derek panted and moaned in your ear, a mix of praise and degrading words falling from his lips.

"That's it. Fuck yeah, so tight baby."

"Such a hungry fuckin whore f'me."

"Fuuuck, baby, yes, god fuck-!"

You felt your end approaching fast as Derek kept moving and his moans turned to high whines and whimpers, showing he was close too. His pace grew sloppy and your cock rubbed against the bed, making you finally see white and arch your back in the most toe-curling orgasm you've had in a long time.

Derek's let out the sweetest moan when you tightened around him and it was impossible for him not to spill his load inside of you. He gave a few more hard thrusts until he was collapsing against you and panting hard. You grunted under his weight but you didn't attempt to move after that.

"Stay with me?" Derek's gruff voice broke the silence as he nuzzled his nose into your neck again.

You nodded and shifted slightly under him. It seemed this mission would take longer than expected but you don't mind so much.

Derek kissed your shoulder lightly. "Sounds good... Officer."

Shit.

[inawickedlittletown]

Just Let Me Adore You (BuckTommy) - 7/9

Summary: What if…instead of Chimney taking the role of interim Captain of the 118, Tommy is asked to take on the role.

Or, what happens when Buck meets Tommy in S2

Words: 3.6k

Notes: Title from Adore You by Harry Styles

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Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

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Part Seven

Tommy couldn’t be sure if Evan’s hand had been aiming for his. It bothered him that whatever had been happening between him and Evan, the moment was gone. At first, he’d been a little amused by the waitress and maybe a little bit hoping that Evan might react to her like he had that time with the guy at the call. He didn’t like the idea of making Evan jealous, but it was something of a tell and it might give Tommy the push to actually say something to Evan about his feelings. 

Evan seemed to find it funny too, at least until the interruption with the pepper flakes and Tommy didn’t blame him. Once she was gone, Evan cleared his throat. He looked away from Tommy and then back again. 

“Uh, did you know otter moms wrap their babies with seaweed?” 

Tommy shook his head. It was not what he was expecting Evan to say, but as he’d learned over the last few weeks, sometimes Evan’s research seemed to be one of his favorite ways to change the subject and it would just burst out of him. 

“How’d you end up on otters?” Tommy asked. 

“Insta reel,” Evan said and he pulled out his phone to show Tommy a mom otter with her baby. “They leave them floating like that while they go fetch them food.” 

The otters did look pretty cute, fluffy in a way that Tommy hadn’t expected. He listened to Evan as he told them about how otters held hands while they slept and how their little huddles of floating otter bodies was called a raft. 

The waitress returned several times, but Tommy had decided that he wasn’t giving her any more attention — not that he’d done more than be polite with her earlier. Evan was quick to dismiss her everytime and when she showed up when he was mid-sentence, he finished his whole thought before turning to her. Tommy tried not to laugh. When their food came, she tried to talk to Tommy again until Evan told her they didn’t need anything, least of all their food going cold. 

She didn’t seem to know how to reply before walking away, though Tommy did catch her trying to see if he would say anything. 

“Hmm, maybe I should bring you along everywhere I go so you can get rid of anyone that bothers me,” Tommy said. 

“So I was right,” Evan said. 

“What?” 

“That this happens to you a lot.”

“I’m not saying it doesn’t,” Tommy said. “But it kinda happens like this. Women I want nothing to do with and at work where I’m more concerned with keeping the helicopter in the air or busy getting someone to safety. I’m sure you know what it’s like.” 

“I guess so,” Evan said. 

Tommy gave him a look. “Don’t act like you don’t know what you look like, Evan.”

Evan blushed so pretty, his cheeks pinking up. 

“I — that is—”

The waitress returned again. She smiled at him. “Just checking in, how is everything?” 

“Food’s great,” Evan said, clearing his throat. “But it looks like that table needs you.” 

Tommy tried to keep in a laugh as Evan pointed behind her to a table where a middle-aged woman was actually holding her credit card in the air. She didn’t look happy. There might not be a tip coming fron that table.

“It’s rude enough as is,” Evan said, “but imagine if we were actually on a date.” 

Imagine. As if Tommy hadn’t been thinking about it. As if Tommy didn’t desperately wish that it was a date. As if Tommy hadn’t been feeling like he was younger than he actually was because at his age he shouldn’t be this nervous and unsure about the person he liked. When Melton had called him a baby gay when he first came out to him, this was what he meant, but Tommy had never experienced it like this. He blamed all of that on Evan. 

“If we were on a date,” Tommy said, and he knew his heart was beating way too hard in his chest, “we would have let her know that somehow.” 

“Oh?” Evan asked. “How’s that?” 

Tommy took a moment. He watched Evan, noticed the pinkness of the birthmark over his eyebrow, the way that his lips were almost the same color and how he was looking at Tommy like the next thing he said mattered a hell of a whole lot. 

“I would hold your hand and maybe I’d kiss you just to get the message across if that wasn’t enough and everytime she came over I’d use a different term of endearment. We would lay it on thick, Evan.”  

Evan laughed, but he looked a little flustered as he drank the rest of his beer. 

“Is that all?” 

“What, did you need to play footsie under the table too?” 

Tommy nudged Evan’s foot with his own gently. 

Evan laughed. 

When Tommy asked for the check, he should have known her number would be on the receipt. Evan noticed it as he tried to argue that they should split the bill. 

“Nope,” Tommy said. “Not when we’re here celebrating your cast coming off.” 

Evan didn’t fight him on it, but after Tommy’s credit card came back, Evan grabbed the paper with the number and the pen. 

“Evan, what are you doing?” 

Evan wrote something on the paper and then closed it before Tommy could look at it. 

“Evan, I still need to leave her a tip,” Tommy said. 

Despite it all, he’d feel bad if he didn’t leave her something. He opened the little black book and laughed the moment he saw what Evan had written. 

Next time, make sure he’s straight…and single : )

“But I am single,” Tommy said, looking up at Evan. 

“She doesn’t need to know that,” Evan said. “And besides, didn’t you say you had your eye on someone. That kinda makes you unavailable, don’t you think?” 

Tommy just wrote out the lowest tip amount suggested and signed it. “Is that how you feel? Unavailable because you have a crush?” 

Evan gave a short nod. He took a breath and then met Tommy’s eyes dead on. “Maybe because I think I have a chance. Do I, Tommy?”

“Do you…Evan, are you—”

Evan was biting his lower lip. He was looking at Tommy, though, eyes caught on him. 

“Of course. Of course you have a chance.” 

Tommy could hardly believe it. He stared at him, more than a little incredulous.

“See,” Evan said, “not a lie. And maybe you were on a date the whole time. And maybe wishes wished on eyelashes that aren’t your own do come true.” 

Tommy chuckled. “You are a bit of a menace, aren’t you.” 

“Can be. But you like it.” 

He did. He really really did. They stared at each other for a moment, smiling and lost in the moment. Tommy could have leaned over and kissed him, but that wasn’t how he wanted his first kiss to go. 

They didn’t talk about it while leaving the restaurant, or on the drive back to Evan’s. The silence that settled between them was comfortable. It meant that Tommy could actually think about all of it. Evan had wanted tonight to be a date almost as much Tommy had. He’d wished for it on Tommy’s own eyelash. 

When they got to Evan’s place, Evan unlocked the door and let himself in. Tommy followed and closed the door behind him, he didn’t expect for Evan to be on him. The crutches were propped up against the wall and Evan leaned into Tommy. Tommy wrapped an arm around his waist, conscious of Evan’s leg. 

“Evan,” he said and then anything else was swallowed between his lips and Evans. 

Evan kissed him with enthusiasm, his lips soft and insistent. Tommy lost himself to it, to the feel of his lips and the feel of his chest pressed up against his and to the touch of Evan’s hand on the side of his face. He groaned into the kiss and Evan deepened it, licking at the seam of Tommy’s lips and then meeting his tongue in something of a dance that made Tommy clutch Evan to him.  

“Wanted to do that for a while now,” Evan said in little more than a whisper when he pulled back for air. 

“Me too,” Tommy said back. “God, Evan, you don’t know what it’s been like.” 

“I think I do,” Evan said and then kissed him again. 

—

Kissing a man…no, kissing Tommy, it was everything and more than Buck could have imagined. Tommy’s stubble scratched against Buck’s skin in such a delicious way and the taste of his lips just left him wanting more. Knowing that Tommy wanted him back, that Buck hadn’t been the only one wanting more for their friendship made all of it even more important. He hadn’t made up all the times that Tommy’s touch had lingered, or the way that Tommy’s eyes would follow him. 

After Tommy left, Buck could hardly stop thinking about it. He and Tommy had kissed. They’d essentially gone on a date even if neither of them had called it that to start. Buck couldn’t wait to go on another. He couldn’t wait to have Tommy back at his apartment so that Buck could kiss him again and again. All night, he wished that he could have convinced Tommy to stay. Not that Buck even had much of an idea of what that would have entailed what with his leg, but also how he had never been with a guy before. 

He was eager for it, though. Eager to kiss and lick and touch Tommy in whatever way was possible. Buck hadn’t had sex in ages. Long before the break up with Ali, even. His hand…it was getting kinda tiring. Tommy hadn’t made it any easier. Okay, so his leg was also a factor, but it didn’t change that Buck was a guy and that having the object of his attraction — and lust — around all the time was having an effect. 

The next time he saw Tommy wasn’t until a week and a half later, but that week consisted of several texts back and forth. Flirty texts and checking in texts and texts about random things that Buck had learned from a documentary or wikipedia. None of it was enough. 

Tommy arrived to take him to PT with just enough time for Buck to gather his stuff so they could be on their way and Buck hated that he couldn’t just pull him into the apartment and kiss him silly. Tommy seemed to notice Buck’s dilemma, because his fingers tipped Buck’s chin and he leaned in to press a quick kiss to Buck’s lips. 

“Hi,” Tommy said.

“Hi,” Buck repeated. 

“You ready to go?” 

“Can we skip it?” 

Tommy laughed. “I think you want to go. And, what if I say I can reward you after?” 

“Hmm, what kind of reward?” 

Tommy helped to grab Buck’s things. “That is for you to find out.”

His reward was going to a cafe after the appointment for what Buck decided was their second date. Tommy was sneaky about paying for both of their coffees and the pastries, doing it before Buck could even pull out his wallet. Buck just figured he’d have to make up for it by taking care of their next date. 

He was hyper aware, this time, about being on a date with a guy, not that anyone cared. The world was like that, people had very little time to focus on anyone but themselves. No one screamed or got upset or offended when Buck reached for Tommy’s hand across the table. And Tommy, Tommy smiled with his nose scrunched up and the skin around his eyes crinkling. That was all that mattered. 

“The PT looks like it’s going well,” Tommy said. 

“It’s been like three sessions. Leaves my leg aching, but they say that’s normal.” 

He had a prescription for muscle relaxants for any cramping that might happen. So far he hadn’t had to take any. His physical therapist had recommended a topical cream to massage into his leg too and Maddie had been sure to buy it for him. He’d been warned it was going to be hard work getting his leg back to full function, but the good news was that he would have full motion and that his leg would be strong enough for Buck to return to his job. 

Between that and Tommy…Buck felt happier than ever. 

When they got back to his apartment, Buck was starting to really feel the ache in his leg. It had been the same last time, but Buck had headed straight home and been off his feet all day. 

He tried not to show it, but Tommy must have realized it because he led Buck right to his bed. 

Buck didn’t even protest when Tommy took Buck’s shoes off for him. He was surprised when Tommy sat down near his legs. 

“Okay if I take a look?” 

Buck took an unsure and shaky breath. “Uh. Yeah. Okay.” 

Tommy pushed the leg of his sweatpants up to reveal his leg. It didn’t look great. His skin was an uneven color and that didn’t even account for the scarring. Buck still found it hard to look at and he worried Tommy would be disgusted or that it might do something to change his mind. He turned away, closing his eyes and felt the first touch of Tommy’s fingers. 

“You said you had a topical cream?” Tommy asked, gently. 

“Hmm. On the kitchen counter.” 

“Be right back,” Tommy said, but before he left he pressed a kiss to the crown of Buck’s head. 

Buck took a glance at his leg. It had been strange to see the cast there for so long, but to uncover it and see the injury as well as all the things left over from the surgery was a different experience entirely. He shifted himself back in the bed so his back was propped up better. Tommy returned a moment later. He lifted Buck’s leg to sit and lay it over his lap. 

“Tell me I’m not crossing a line here? You look a little uncomfortable.” 

Buck reached for him, grasped his hand and brought it to his lips. “You’re kinda amazing, you know that?” 

“Oh?” 

“It’s weird,” Buck said. 

“Me touching your leg?” 

Buck shook his head. “My leg…seeing it like that.” 

It ached and seeing the way that his skin was twisted and raised and still pink in parts made it hurt more if possible. It was always going to be a reminder of what had happened to him. Buck had had his moments where he’d dwelled on the whole thing and yet because there was nothing he could do to change it, he just focused fully on what came next and getting back to his job. 

“If you don’t want me to—”

Tommy was looking at him, head tilted, a soft expression on his face. 

“No, go ahead. Thank you.” 

He didn’t begin with the cream. Instead, it was Tommy’s hands warm and lightly callused touching his leg gently. Tommy’s eyes flitted towards him to catch for any reaction as he increased the pressure of his fingers a little more in a massage that yes made him ache a little, but also helped too. Tommy’s fingers were careful over the scarring and Buck let out a moan when he hit on a spot that had been hurting him more than any other. Tommy’s hands froze there. 

“Alright?” 

“Yeah. You—you can keep going.”

The cream came next and Tommy made sure it went everywhere and that it was absorbed. The ache didn’t exactly go away, but it did feel more bearable. 

“Thank you,” he said as Tommy pulled down the leg of his sweatpants. 

He turned his face up and Tommy leaned towards him, meeting him in a soft gentle kiss. 

“Is that part of my reward?” Buck asked. 

Tommy kissed him again, keeping it chaste even when Buck tried to chase his lips to kiss him again. Tommy chuckled, but Buck grabbed his shoulders and Tommy went easily as they kissed again this time a little deeper and with the hunger that had been present in their first kiss. 

—

“You seem happier,” Maddie said one morning, when Buck climbed into her car to head to PT. 

Technically, he didn’t need to be driven anymore since he could drive himself, but Maddie had insisted since she already had the day off. 

His sessions had been going well. He’d been off the crutches for almost two weeks and the physical therapist was pleased with the way that Buck’s leg was holding up with the weight training. He still got pretty sore and his leg ached after a session, but he’d been told that was normal. Buck had also already started doing some exercise on his own. Nothing too strenuous on his leg, but something to keep the rest of him moving. 

“I’m back on my feet, Maddie, I’m getting closer and closer to getting back to work,” Buck said. 

“I think it’s more than that,” she said, peering at him.

He and Tommy hadn’t talked about telling anyone about whatever it was they had going between them. They also, clearly, hadn’t talked about labeling anything. Buck knew that Tommy didn’t really hide his sexuality as much as he didn’t advertise it. 

No one but Tommy knew about Buck. 

It didn’t feel like they were hiding anything, especially since they hadn’t even really put a label to what they were. Still, he could admit, if even just to himself, that part of his happiness was Tommy. 

They’d gone on another date just the day before. A picnic out at the park. Tommy had even brought a bag of peas for them to use to feed the ducks. The day had been nice and sunny and Tommy had actually let Buck pay for the sandwiches they picked up on the way there. 

They had watched clouds for a while, coming up with some ridiculous images out of them. One of the things that was entirely new for Buck — and there were a lot of new things — was the way that he found that there was nothing he could do that Tommy didn’t just go with, even being absolutely silly about clouds.

“Just a few more weeks and they think I can start training to recertify so I can get back to work,” Buck said. 

“Is that smart, to push yourself this quickly?” 

“I’m not pushing myself,” Buck said. They had talked this round and round too many times. 

Maddie hummed, but at least she dropped it. 

“And your date?” Maddie asked. 

“Date?” Buck asked, frowning at her.

“The night you made me come over to help you get dressed?” Maddie asked. “What happened with that? And don’t tell me it wasn’t a date.” 

Well, it hadn’t not been a date by the end of the night. Buck was still a little bit in disbelief that the night had gone that way. 

“I was hanging out with Tommy that night,” Buck said. Also not a lie. 

Buck could have told her. It was right there, ready for him to explain. He didn’t know what her reaction would be, but he knew that she would accept him and accept this new turning point in his life. There was really nothing for him to fear and yet he couldn’t get the words together. 

“He’s been spending a lot of time with you,” Maddie said. “You made a good friend there. Chim says some good things about him. I’ve hardly had to take you to your appointments with him around.” 

Buck took a breath. “Yeah. He’s pretty great.”

“He’s back at his station, now? The 217?” 

“Yeah,” Buck said. 

Buck couldn’t not tell her. It was Maddie and out of everyone in his life, she was one of the most important. 

“Hey, Maddie, what if…what if—”

“What, Evan?” 

This was way harder than it needed to be. Maddie was pulling into the parking lot. She turned to him as soon as she was parked. There was nothing to it. Buck had had plenty of time to really research it and decide what fit him best. That was one of the things that he and Tommy had talked about and while yes, bisexual described what fit best, it also had a good flag. He was never going to forget the way that Tommy looked at him when he said that. Buck had kissed him about it. 

“I think. No, I know. I’m bisexual, Maddie.”

Her eyes widened. She gasped. “I can’t say I saw that coming. Is this new or—”

As if Buck could have known that for any length of time and managed to keep it to himself. 

“It’s kinda new. I mean, I always checked out guys but I didn’t think it meant anything. I thought it was normal, but in my case it’s definitely more. Tommy…I guess he kind of turned my whole world around.”

“Oh,” Maddie said and she laughed. “Oh. That makes…wow. So it was a date! I just didn’t realize it was with Tommy.”

“It wasn’t…not until the end of it.” 

Maddie grinned at him. “Well, you have good taste,” she said, “and I should have known you’d be hopeless even with men” 

“Hey!” 

Buck knew he was blushing. Maddie hit his shoulder lightly. 

“Thanks for telling me.” 

“You’re the first one — well, other than Tommy.” 

“You really like him, don’t you?” 

“I — yeah, I really do. I think I might be falling for him.” 

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The Art of Etiquette Part 5 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Jungkook accuses you of being taken and starts to shut you out. Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook, slow burn Word Count: 1.3k a/n: a bit of a shorter chapter since I'm stuck on how I want to continue it but I hope you guys like it anyways 💜

"You're late" I hear Jungkook say as I rush into the room we use for our more etiquette based classes. 

"I'm sorry Jungkook the-" I start to explain but remember that he's told me that 'excuses will get you no where' as he so graciously put it. "I'm sorry" I settle on and set my stuff down before walking up to where he has his back turned to me while he's thumbing through a book. 

"Was your boyfriend one of the reasons you failed to arrive on time?" he asks snapping the book shut, startling me with the harsh movement. 

"Boyfriend?" I question, completely lost before remembering the events of last night. "Oh I do-" "Whether or not you have a boyfriend is none of my concern just make sure this fellow doesn't interfere with the work that is being done here" I shut my mouth and listen as he spouts off nonsense since he doesn't give me a chance to get in a word edgewise before I try again. 

"Understood but Jungkook h-" "On second thought maybe we should keep things on a more professional level. I think we might've gotten a bit too comfortable with each other" he interrupts again, giving me a pointed look. "Meaning?" I question not really sure what he's getting at because the only time he had shown any sign of being comfortable with me was just recently and from my perspective no real lines were crossed. 

"Meaning I would like for you to continue to address me as Mr. Jeon. Understood?" he questions, looming over me no doubt trying to use intimidation to try to put that wall up between us again. 

"Understood" I respond in a small voice but loud enough to avoid further scoldings. 

When he turns to walk aways I grab his hand, leaving him stopping in his tracks, this being one of the few times I've initiated physical contact, catching him off guard. "He's not my boyfriend" I say hoping that will keep him from trying to shut me out so harshly, "and he wasn't the reason I was late. My class ran over and there was a car accident that I had to go around" I say looking down at where our hands are connected and smiling at the fact that he hasn't tried to shrug me off yet. 

"If it makes you feel any better" I say looking up and just noticing the fact that he's been looking at me, making me feel a bit nervous, "He's definitely more into you than he is in me" I say and see his face scrunch a bit in confusion. 

"He's gay Mr. Jeon" I finish putting it plainly and I see a small smile crack his icy façade. "Duly noted" he chuckles dryly. 

"Can we please go back to being a bit more civil with each other? I felt that things were a lot better after having warmed up to each other" I ask, smiling up at him to which I swear I could almost see a light dusting of pink cover his cheeks. Before I can take another second to study it more he's already turned his head and cleared his throat almost confirming my suspicions. 

"I suppose that could be arranged" he says refusing to look at me. "Can I call you Jungkook?" I ask trying to angle my face a bit to catch his glance. 

"If you so desire" he mumbles still refusing to meet my gaze. "How about Jungkookie?" I tease and watch him whip his head around towards me, "Absolutely not!" he says, putting his foot down so to say. "Duly noted" I laugh while enjoying his flustered state. 

"So should we get started?" I ask, trying to move past this and show him a little mercy. "Get started with what?" he questions, clearly very very caught off guard from my slight advances. 

"With my lessons" I say, trying hard to hide my amusement.

"Oh! Yes! You're right, my apologies. Where were we?" he asks, going through his notes that he's been taking to keep track of my progress in the ridiculous course schedule he has laid out for me. 

"You were scolding me for being late" I say walking over to my things and putting on my heels that I haven't changed into since I had been pressed for time. 

"Right, well like you had explained earlier it wasn't your..." he says trailing off and watching as I struggle to get the clasp fastened around my ankle, this being the first time I've worn these shoes that seemed to match my outfit a bit better that my usual ones. "Wasn't my what?" I question, lifting my head, and catch him checking me out. "What?" he asks, breaking out of the trance he had been in for mere seconds. "Never mind" I chuckle and go back to trying to fasten them but for the life of me I can't get them to close. 

"Allow me" he says getting down on one knee and fastening the clasp gently before reaching for my other leg to take off my regular shoes I wore to school today and replacing it with the heel, his hands roaming up and down my calf and ankle to accomplish his goal. 

"Does that feel alright?" he asks and I don't even realize how far I had leaned down to observe his ministrations before he straightens up and is close enough that he bumps his nose against mine. 

"I-" I start but my voice gets caught in my throat, my mind going blank from being this close to him. He leans back a bit only to give himself a chance to look down at my lips which I have been nervously chewing on ever since he knelt down in front of me. 

Bringing his hand up and resting it against my cheek he brushes his thumb ever so slightly on the corner of my lips before dragging it along the bottom of my lip and presses down slightly as a silent plea to release it and I comply. 

He runs his thumb along the bitten and reddened lip before almost placing it on the tip of my tongue. 

"Words" he says in a husky voice, bringing my focus back on him and not only his touch. My eyes glance back up at him with a glossy dazed look in them, cheeks no doubt a bright pink color as I had been so lost in the feeling that I didn't remember the question. 

"Huh?" is all I manage to get out, not wanting to be broken out of this moment just yet. "I asked you to use your words. Do they feel alright?" he asks again slowly, his warm breath fanning my lips with a slight sent of spearmint while his fingers toy with the clasp on my ankle, no doubt as a way to remind me as to what he was asking me. 

"Yes" let out, almost inaudibly. "Yes what? he asks, leaning in closer and switching to running his nose just barely along the side of my neck, sending butterflies through my stomach and causes me to take too long to respond. "Yes what?" he asks again, nudging his nose against the base of my neck. "Yes they feel fine" I choke out and just barely feel how he's almost smiling against my skin. 

"Good" he says, leaning in again to nudge his nose against my sensitive skin before standing back up and finally giving me space to breathe. "Hurry up so we can get started" he says giving me an almost smug smile, delighted at my reactions. 

Once he turns his back on me I realize just what he's done.

 He's settling the score. 

I take a deep breath and clear my throat before standing up and walking towards him to begin our lesson. If he wants to play around with me like this then I'm not backing down anymore. If he wants to level the playing field that's fine but I plan on coming out on top.

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Dating Graves (MW2 Headcanons)

Authors note:  Hey yall! this is gonna be a Graves/Top!Male!Reader I also tried to keep the reader as gender-neutral as possible so lemme know what yall think.  I’ve never written for this guy so take it with a grain of salt but regardless please enjoy!

Phillip Graves was not an easy man to befriend, and if you didn’t work with him in the forces it might be even harder.  He’s a tough nut to crack even with all shit the two of you have been through together.

Eventually, he would warm up to you, and he’d get used to seeing your face and hearing your voice on coms.  But it’s a very slow burn that’s for sure, that man is very dedicated to his job and would certainly put it over you 7/10 times. 

Your joking banter would become almost routine with his rolling eyes rolling even further with each new joke you managed to write up.  Soon enough he’d slowly start to see you as a friend he could depend on, when giving instructions his eyes would always find yours in the group.  Your slow nodding of understanding never failed to make him more confident with whatever he was planning.

Out of the two of you, you would definitely fall in love with him first.  He would fall much harder as time went on and your friendship only grew stronger.  Acts of service and words of approval were his love language.

Every morning he made sure to get himself a coffee and your (beverage of choice) every time without fail.  Would watch you clean your guns or sharpen your knives with a few “looks good” or “you’re good at that” from time to time.

He’s still a hard head and often times you two but heads on certain issues especially some opinions or ideas.  It stems from his own deep-buried issues or bad experience but no matter what you two always come back together.  

Around the four-year mark of knowing each other, he would start seeing you in a different light.  I see him having trouble with his sexuality and dealing with the idea he might be gay or at least bisexual.

He can be pretty insecure at times and these kinds of insecurities would start to cause tension between you and him.  He would start to push you away and start to hate how great you’d make him feel.

Your banter would stop, he wouldn’t get your drinks anymore, and overall it would just boil over into a big fight.  You’d confront him about it and this would just push you both too hard limits.

I could see him admitting his feelings in that heated argument and it would be the biggest weight on him.  The surprise on his face when you pulled him into the biggest and strongest hug.

From then on it would be a slow but beautiful romance with you slowly pulling him out of his shell.  Road trips, fancy dinners, traveling, and lots of DIY date nights.

 I can also see him being a very loyal guy who’s pretty possessive and kind of clingy.  Always thinking you might leave him for someone else but you always reassure him otherwise.

It takes him a bit to get used to being the more submissive partner too, especially if you’re taller than him.  He’s very much a power-bottom who just loves to be handled like one.  Not a big fan of PDA but loves the way you hold him and kiss him in private.

Adores the way your hands hold his waist and just melts whenever you kiss his neck.  You make him feel safe and this man just turns to putty in your strong hands…

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Ending Note:  I hope you guys liked this and if you have any suggestions for more let me know! I was thinking of doing one for Price and Ghost as well!  Thanks for reading!

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Here's an honest curiosity, although I'm probably asking the wrong audience based on my page content. If you're a straight guy, and you get your oil checked, what effect does it have on you?

Do you feel sick and violated?

Do you brush it off as part of wrestling?

Do you get him back?

As a gay man, I'm used to touching there and being touched there, so while not sexual in this instance, it's also not a shocking feeling.

Maybe it's different for me because the first time hands explored there on me was with a boyfriend. I was hyperfixated on remembering that feeling for days upon days, getting more curious about it. Curious about being on the giving and recieving ends.

If an opponent violently digs a couple fingers into your anus, do you explore your own hole afterwards? Is this what makes you ask your girlfriend to let you give her anal? Do you want her to return the favour? Do you hope she says yes, but only if she can do the same to you?

I wrestled in my early teens until I knew I wouldn't be able to hide among you. Your sweat, your scent, your fit body, and the physical contact. If you were fat or had a pizza face, I was okay. If I found you attractive, it was even worse for me. It made me give you an advantage because I was vigilant to not touch you anywhere personal, while to you it seemed like it was whatever.

Not exactly an oil check, my last match ever, I took 2nd place in my city championship to a guy I could beat if he fought clean. A guy that thrust his envious cock in my crack every chance he could, using it to his advantage because early on he saw it completely threw me off my game. I spent almost the whole match with a raging hard-on, defending from the referees position with his half hard to fully hard cock pressed between my cheeks, fighting my way out of it, but only to have to start from that position again. I lost on points, and my coach had a lot to say to the ref about that, calling the whole match one big sexual assult with clothes on. I quit wrestling in humiliation and closeted-gay-man-self-hate that day.

I finally learned later in highschool waterpolo to give what I got. I quickly learned and accepted that under the waters surface, hands went to all those places for an advantage. Squeeze the nuts to hurt him, feel the guy up to throw him off, tickle his taint, and just like in this picture, dig for oil. A repressed, closeted, hormonal gay teen with an excuse to touch other guys in their personal places, I did, or attempted to, do it all. I had this done to me once, had my oil checked through my swimsuits, and that's when I was informed by a senior teammate that it's the reason we all wore 2 speedos during matches. More than once, my team or an opposing team, I saw a previously whole speedo finish a game tattered and torn. I clearly remember one time a teammate had a hand down his speedos with a finger trying to penetrate him like these pictures, like I'd had done to me through a doubled-up speedo, and like I sometimes tried to do to an opponent. It was all violent reaction, not strategic, but he managed to draw a ref's attention to it by pushing off the guy enough to get his ass above water level, exposing a hand stuck deep in the back of his swimsuits. He says the finger was still a knuckle deep when he broke the water, his speedo waistbands below his asscheeks for all to see. Of course, a straight guy, he could get away with telling the story exactly as it was, proving his manliness and disgust by uttering the words fag and homo repeatedly as well as a bunch of profanity.

So, yeah. I'm not looking for erotica. Straight, gay, or however you identify, I'm very curious what a wrestlers' honest thoughts on this are: absolute dirtiest move in contact sports, or fair game?

[heyitsspiders]

Bitten Apple ~ AdamsApple Fic - CHAPTER 4

Adam has to deal with his actions, Lucifer helps out a bit

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a/n: SMUT. FINALLY. ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER

"Date" Night

Instead of the repeated noise of loud knocking, Adam woke up to sharp pain coursing through every inch of his body. It felt like his head had been split with an axe and his stomach like he’d been stabbed to death once more. When Adam opened his eyes they were full of terror and fear, had he died again? Wasn’t that prick supposed to protect him? But as he peeled himself off the floor the memories of the previous day crashed onto him, causing him to fall back onto the floor – which really fucking hurt.

After a few moments of agony he sat up with his back against the bed and his wings covering himself as a blanket as he sifted through his memories. Okay, he had drunk a lot of shitty alcohol, Lucifer found him…And carried him… And they ate and then he fell asleep. His face felt hot – with anger of course – as the words Lucifer had said to him resurfaced.

“It seems like you need to be treated to a proper drink.”

Adam bristled, he wasn’t gay and he sure as hell didn’t want to drink with that bitch. Why should he? Lucifer was nothing but an asshole to him, his lower back still ached dully from being dropped on the fucking chair. Not to mention Adam felt like he was dying for a third time with how badly his head hurt holy shit. A wave of intense nausea and dizziness passed over him as he tried to stand, causing him to promptly sit his ass right the fuck back down. How was he supposed to do anything if he couldn’t stand? The idea of crawling was a thought Adam didn’t toy with for too long, he wasn’t a fan of the thought of being on all fours like some animal. 

Adam turned and looked over the bed, hoping to get a glance at the window. Still dark out. Fuck. He sighed, as much as he hated Lucifer the man literally owned the bar and would probably know how to make the pain go away. He’d barely been in Hell and he was already over pain – it was one of the good things about being dead and it had been taken away. Sure, in Heaven he’d like, stub his toe or something but nothing like this, this was completely new. He tucked his wings closer to himself to provide some level of comfort to his intense pain-ridden body – if he couldn’t actively see his body he’d guess that it was being pulled in half.

He groaned and painfully reached out an arm, blindly feeling for a pillow before pulling one towards himself. With this he laid down on his side – back still against the bed – and pulled his knees as close as he could to his chest, his stomach making it hard to do so. He grimaced. He despised how much weight he had put on but couldn’t be bothered enough to do anything about it. The new pose made his stomach pain worse but he didn’t care as he wrapped his wings around his bent legs and placed the pillow on the floor below his head before shoving his face into the plushness of it. The smooth, soft satin pillows were a much needed contrast to the blinding pain that pounded in his head.

He did his damnedest to go to sleep but the throbbing pain made it impossible. When he was right on the cusp of possibly sleeping the sharp knocking on his door shot through his ears painfully. 

Adam clamped his hands over his ears, “fuck! Stop! I’m already awake!”

The knocking paused before the doorknob jingled and it opened with Lucifer walking in. 

“That doesn’t mean you can-” Adam’s protest died in his throat as he looked at Lucifer who looked… Concerned? No, he must be misreading his face because of how stupid it looked.

Lucifer looked around Adam’s room from where he was standing before looking back down at Adam, raising a brow, “why are you on the floor?”

“Woke up this way and it hurt too much to stand,” Adam huffed.

“Oh yes,” In one swift motion Lucifer squatted down, his face no longer looked concerned, instead holding a smile that was anything but friendly. “You snuck into my personal bar and drank straight from multiple of my bottles.”

A quick hand grabbed Adam’s jaw and jerked his head to properly look at Lucifer, “why the fuck did you think that was a good idea?”

“I-” Adam could barely get in a word before Lucifer spoke up again.

“Did I say you could just go and take whatever you wanted?” Lucifer hissed.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t,” Adam spat, trying to tug his head out of Lucifer’s death grip.

“I didn’t think I had to, I assumed that even someone like you could figure that out.” Lucifer threw Adam’s face down onto the pillow.

Lucifer stood up, sighing, “that hangover should put you in your place about touching things that don’t belong to you.”

Adam groaned, despite how plush the pillow was it didn’t stop much of the pain of Lucifer slamming his head into it — especially with how fragile he felt right now. He felt so weak, it made him feel even sicker.

Lucifer cleared his throat, “however, this was your first time drinking and I don’t want you throwing up everywhere.” Contemplation coated his tone, as if he was debating something.

Adam opened an eye to look up at him, confused. Was this prick gonna beat the shit out of him more? Kinda fucked to beat him while he was already down. Lucifer closed his eyes and sighed heavily with a hand dragging down his face, his other hand waving in a small, quick circle. Suddenly, Adam wanted to die much less as the pain subsided — mostly. There was still a dull throbbing in his head and his muscles ached but he didn’t feel like a knife from trying to escape his head so he’d take it. 

Adam sat up and held his head, confused. “Huh..? What- why..?” He asked, looking up at Lucifer confused.

Lucifer avoided eye contact, “I don’t want you throwing up everywhere, plus, I want to make sure you are good for our plans tomorrow.”

“…Plans?”

“Yes, plans,” Lucifer fixed his collar casually before checking his nails. Why wouldn’t the fucker look at Adam? Finally he did, his red eyes sliding over to meet his gold ones, with his usual cockyness returning,  “You didn’t think I was lying about the getting a drink thing, did you?”

Adam’s jaw clenched, “no way you’re serious.” This had to be a joke, why would Lucifer want to get a drink with him?

Adam scrunched up his face, Lucifer was so damn confusing. One second he was slamming his face into the ground, the next he was inviting him for a drink? Could this bitch pick one? Though, Adam would prefer if he just left Adam the fuck alone but he didn’t see that happening anytime soon.

Lucifer’s smile was sharp. “Of course I’m serious, can’t have your only experience of alcohol be bad,” he shrugged, as if it was no big deal. He put a knuckle to his lip, “ I would if a cocktail is something you’d enjoy — or maybe a Piña Colada?” 

“How about something that doesn’t taste like shit and feels like drinking the sun,” Adam grumbled. 

Lucifer laughed, “trust me, it’ll taste better not neat, especially since you aren’t used to it.”

Adam squinted his eyes at the demon, trust him? Pfft, as if. He was probably just trying to get Adam black out drunk to beat him some more like the sadistic shit he was. But, Adam didn’t really have a choice in the matter and maybe Lucifer was right? 

Adam cringed — Lucifer being right? Fat chance but Adam could play along, maybe since he’s already tried a lot of drinks they’ll be better. 

“Whatever,” he mumbled, leaning his back against the bed and tilting his head to lay it on the bed. He sighed, it felt nice to not be in excruciating pain. 

Lucifer tapped the tip of his cane on the floor, “now, breakfast will be served in 20 minutes. You know what to do.” 

Adam blindly grabbed a pillow and threw it to where Lucifer’s voice had been but it simply collided against the wall of the outside hallway — the fucker was gone. 

Lucifer appeared in his room, walking over to his vanity and slamming his hands on the crimson desk. He stayed in that position with his head hanging down for a few minutes before he took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror.

“What the fuck are you doing, Lucifer?” He asked himself, running a hand down his face. Not only had he relieved some of Adam’s pain he had also basically asked-out-but-also-kinda-forced Adam on a date. Of course if Adam really didn’t want to he’d definitely let him know, Lucifer mentally noted.

He sat down on the stool that stood in front of the vanity and ran his hands through his hair. His thoughts had been floating back to Adam recently and it was really starting to become a problem. Charlie had needed his help with some things yesterday, and while yes he had left because he had just finished what she needed done, he also left because he couldn’t fucking stop thinking about Adam and their days back in Eden. Lucifer would be talking to his amazing daughter and zone out accidentally just thinking of the sunny days in the garden, listening to the several birds chirp, the different animals run around and the water flow gently throughout. Everything was so peaceful – even Adam.

He had been so different, so curious, full of wonder, kind and caring – Lucifer couldn’t pinpoint what went wrong. After Lilith was made, Lucifer spent more time with her and not long after Eve was made for Adam. Adam never was the same after Lilith – which Lucifer chalked up to being mostly because the first man had been left for Lucifer – and while he still was a good husband, and eventually father, with Eve, he was no longer the kind-hearted man Lucifer had seen be created. Not to mention the death of Abel. 

Lucifer of course didn’t see the change, he was stuck in Hell and was more focused on his own family, he only learned of it because of Eve telling him when she died. 

Damn – he leaned over on the desk, his torso laying on it – he also hadn’t thought about Eve in a good bit. He never really saw her that much when she was alive after she bit the apple, but he did get to talk to her more once she arrived in Hell. Lilith and Eve quickly became friends over their mutual dislike of Adam, although Eve did relent she missed him. Adam had been the only one to help her after God had abandoned them with both surviving and with their children. Eve also admitted that Adam had been a good father, until the death of Abel, which is when Lucifer learned of it. After the death and banishment of their first children Adam had become closed off and harsher in the way he spoke and acted, leaving Eve alone once more. 

Lucifer shook his head, this trip down memory lane was not well placed, he needed to get ready. Well, that was a bit of a lie as he rarely wore anything other than his red-trimmed white suit when around others – however his usually neat blonde hair had been messed up and now stuck up and out at odd ends from his hands mindlessly traveling through it. He sighed and grabbed a comb from a drawer of the vanity and began to smooth out his hair until it was nice and swept back. Lucifer couldn’t help but glare at himself as he got faintly excited to eat breakfast with Adam – which he decided was because he wanted to embarrass Adam and make fun of him and not because he enjoyed the outfit Adam had picked out the previous time they had eaten together. Not at all. He definitely had not thought about how the vest fit him so snuggly allowing Lucifer to see how chubby Adam was and – 

Lucifer slapped his face – not hard enough to really hurt but enough to get his mind to shut up. He fixed his collar, flattened out the front of his suit and adjusted his hat before he snapped himself into the dining room. He jumped a bit when he saw Adam already there, leaning over the table, facing away from Lucifer and grumbling to himself. 

Oh no.

Adam looked just as good as he had before. He was wearing basically the same thing but this time the vest and dress shirt color had been switched with the vest being black and the dress shirt being crimson, with the addition of the vest being trimmed with gold and a matching black jacket that hung loosely on Adam’s shoulders. The gold trim really brought out Adam’s shiny golden eyes that seemed to glow-

Stop, nope, not doing that. Lucifer was stopping that train of thought right there. He mentally calmed himself down before speaking with his usual tone, “waiting on someone?”

Adam jumped and turned to face Lucifer, “what the fuck? How-” Adam cleared his throat, “uh, yeah. I was waiting on you, asshole.” Lucifer couldn’t help but grin as Adam so poorly hid the fact that Lucifer had scared him. 

Poor little lamb, so easily frightened, Lucifer cooed internally. 

Adam was really bad at ‘playing it cool’, all he knew was anger and breaking things. Lucifer tilted his head slightly, that wasn’t necessarily true as Adam had discovered the true ‘bliss’ of breaking down – Lucifer still remembered when he had walked into Adam leaving his room with glass coating his hand. Adam’s eyes had been puffy and red from obvious crying and rubbing and while Lucifer didn’t say anything – the man literally had glass in his hand, Lucifer had more important things to focus on – he definitely kept it in his mind for later. 

The first man could still feel after all.

The day had gone by both too slow and too fast. Breakfast, lunch and dinner had gone as well as it could with dull pain aching in his body, however it felt… Different? Adam couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Maybe it was the lack of violence – but that could be accounted to Adam listening to the prick – though he swore he saw some weird glances from the demon king, but whatever. Adam didn’t care enough, his blood wasn’t being spilled and he was being beaten and that’s all that mattered. 

He had changed into comfier clothes he had found in his closet, he wasn’t sure if they had always been there and he missed them or if they just appeared but they were comfortable as fuck so he didn’t question it. It was just a simple pull-over and sweatpants but Adam was so sick of the tight fitting clothes Lucifer made him wear and wanted something other than the clothes he had woken up with. He usually only wore the sweatpants and ditched shirts when hanging out in his room, it was just better that way.

He now was sprawled on his fucked up bed with an arm laid across his eyes to block the light and he groaned. He was starting to feel claustrophobic with all his shit all over the floors and toyed with the idea of cleaning the room – he knew it would help and would give the added bonus of giving him something to do but he really didn’t fucking want to. It was so much effort that he didn’t have.

Adam lifted his arm slightly and peered down at his filthy floors, grimacing. Why couldn’t he have that fucking magic Lucifer had? He could just magic the floors clean and everything neat. Adam clenched his fists, this was so fucking stupid – why was he, Adam, reduced to a fucking bitch at the beck-n-call of fucking Lucifer. And what pissed him off even more was that he was going along with it, he was wearing the clothes, he was talking back less and it had only been a few days! Adam had given in so easily and he fucking hated it, but he couldn’t bring himself to do otherwise. What purpose was it when it’d just result in him being belittled or beaten. 

Adam let out a frustrated growl and shoved his arm back down, he didn’t want to look at anything anymore, it made it too real. Seeing made Adam have to accept the fact that he was in Hell, he was a sinner, and no one was coming to get him. 

He could feel his chest and throat begin to burn from the effort to not cry like a bitch again. His body still throbbed – less violently as it had in the morning – and his room was a mess which was just another painful difference between here and his home in Heaven, and he was just letting himself be ordered around with not much fight and-

Adam swallowed thickly on nothing as it felt like everything was hitting him all at once. He was alone, powerless and weak and it hurt to admit it. He could do nothing but just hope that someone would care enough about him to come get him – how could someone not care about him? He was the first man…

So where was everyone?

Where was Lute? His girls? Sera? Emily? Fuck, he’d take anyone. Adam turned to lay on his side and curled up, his wings tucking comfortingly around him – he avoided looking at the color for too long. He hugged himself as he fought back crying. He wouldn’t cry again, he was strong, he was strong. He wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t. They’d find him and he wouldn’t cry. They’d be here soon and he wouldn’t cry. 

He wouldn’t cry. 

He won’t.

Adam squeezed his eyes hard as he tucked his head further into himself.

He did. 

Adam woke up groggily with his eyes, chest and throat burning and a small puddle under his head – which he decided was drool. He rubbed his eyes and slowly moved out of bed. Despite sleeping for a while it felt like he hadn’t slept at all, he was so drained and exhausted. He walked around the junk on the floor, making his way to the bathroom and opened the door. As he entered the bathroom, the covered floor turned to clean tiles which echoed his hooves clacking as he walked. He grimaced but continued moving towards the big ass mirror that was settled behind the sinks. 

Adam placed his palms on the corner of the counter and leaned over to get his face closer to the mirror, examining the damage. His eyes were red and puffy with faint tear lines going down his cheeks that wouldn’t go away no matter he tried to rub them away. He growled and shoved away from the stupid fucking mirror and walked over to the closet – he had no idea what time it was but figured he should get dressed so he didn’t have to later as he was still only in his sweatpants. 

He grumbled as he dug around the closet – why was everything so close fitting? It pissed him off. Whatever, he’d make do, again. The thought to just wear what he was now passed through his mind but today was the gay ass date Lucifer wanted – which Adam was not excited about. He knew Lucifer was a queer – he’d known the man for a millena, not to mention it was obvious as fuck. Back before he ruined everything and before Lilith, he and Lucifer spent a lot of time together in the sun and Adam had plenty of time to get to know the angel. Adam’s chest ached, he missed the garden and how perfect it had been. He missed naming the animals he found – he was pissed to find out he hadn’t named all of them and his descendants were now doing that. That was his job but it wasn’t like he was around on Earth to do it so he supposed it was fine.

He scowled as he remembered how much time he had spent with Lucifer, back then the angel hadn’t been such an asshole and Adam had been quite fond of him. He’d always get so excited to see him again when Lucifer came back from doing whatever he was doing up in Heaven to tell him of what Adam had learned and discovered. But then that fucking bitch decided that when Lilith was made that Lilith was so much cooler and Lucifer no longer needed Adam. Adam didn’t care that Lilith left him, Adam never really liked Lilith – in fact, he resented her. He fucking hated how Lucifer favored her and how he abandoned Adam for that whore.  

Adam paused, stopping his mindless scrounge for clothes to wear. Was- was he jealous of Lilith? Jealous that she stole Lucifer’s attention?

He grit his teeth and punched the nearest wall. No, he wasn’t fucking jealous, he just hated those bitches because they ruined everything. He didn’t miss Lucifer, he missed the garden. He didn’t fucking miss that twink laying next to him in the soft grass in the warm sun, no. Adam punched the wall again, pain spreading from his fist. He wasn’t jealous, he didn’t miss Lucifer and he sure as Hell wasn’t a damned fag.

Adam punched the wall once more to make sure it wouldn’t spill his secrets and snarled. This was so fucking stupid, being only around Lucifer for so long was driving him insane. Hopefully the promised drinks both stopped his clear insanity and calmed him down and that hope was the only thing getting him through the idea that soon he and Lucifer would be alone, drinking together.

After shuffling through the closet he found some clothes to wear and tugged them on. It was a simple crimson collared shirt with a black jacket that had sick ass gold spikes and – to humor himself – a gold bowtie with simple black pants. The clothes felt a lot like the clothes he had woken up here with and they didn’t cling too harshly to his stomach. He gave himself a once over in the mirror before deciding that was a stupid bitch thing to do and walked out of the bathroom.

He opened the door to leave his room and was met with Lucifer, who had his hand closed and raised like he was about to knock. It gave him a feeling of diva blue, or whatever it was called. Lucifer’s eyes flicked down Adam’s outfit, a small grin turning the corners of Lucifer’s mouth up. Adam rolled his eyes.

“Seems like you’re excited for today,” Lucifer grinned fully now,  his eyes meeting Adam’s. He leaned against his cane, his fingers rhythmically tapping expectantly against the fake apple that rested at the top.

“I woke up early and didn’t feel like waking up to your dumbass knocking,” Adam huffed, crossing his arms. “I’m not ‘excited’ about your fucking gay ass date thing you want so badly to happen.”

Lucifer merely hummed and stood up straighter, his smile not leaving, “whatever you say.” 

They walked down the hallway and then the stairs to the dining hall. Breakfast was fine, it was some more fancy shit Adam didn’t care to know about other than it tasted good. Lucifer had made sure that Adam ate all of it so he wasn’t drinking on an empty stomach but other than that they didn’t talk much. Once they finished up – Adam had to wait another millena for the bitch to finish eating – Lucifer stood up and motioned for Adam to follow, which he did. 

The path they were taking was faintly familiar, which he soon realized was because it was the way to Lucifer’s own little bar as they arrived at the door. Lucifer twisted the knob, allowed Adam to walk in first and followed after.

“Sit down at one of the stools, I’ll make us some drinks,” Lucifer said casually as he pulled his coat and hat off and set them on a clothing rack near the door. Adam walked over and easily sat on the stool as it only went up to his thighs – Lucifer’s short ass probably considered these ‘tall chairs’. He raised a brow at Lucifer’s actions, why the fuck was he taking off his coat?

Adam watched carefully as Lucifer smoothly walked over, his heels clicking and clacking as he did so, and walked behind the counter. He bent down and grabbed some weird shaped metal thing that came apart, it looked like two metal cups, and a smaller metal piece that looked like maybe a measuring cup. 

Lucifer set the objects on the counter along with a bunch of ice in a bowl and several cups of various shapes and sizes, “now, what kind of drink do you want?”

Adam stared at the weird tools before looking up at Lucifer and shrugging, “something that doesn’t burn like- well- Hell.”

Lucifer thought about it before turning and bending down to a small mini fridge, grabbing a few different colored bottles that he placed on the counter as well, “I think I have something.”

He took the small measuring cup and began pouring a little bit of each liquid and then dumping it into one of the metal cups. Lucifer added ice to the mix before grabbing the second cup and setting it on top of the other, making it one item once more before violently shaking it. The liquids sloshing and the ice clanking against the cups mixed together like the drink that it held. Adam eye’s were locked on to the vigorous shaking cups.

“You never seen drinks get mixed?” Lucifer asked, a smile playing on his lips.

Adam shook his head, “I didn’t even know you could.”

That earned a laugh from the king who threw the liquid filled container up and behind him. Before Adam could ask what the fuck he was doing, Lucifer caught it smoothly and popped open the top, pouring the new creation through a strainer into a cylinder cup that had a tall base. 

Lucifer set the strainer aside, added a lemon to the side and pushed it towards Adam, “Modern Cosmopolitan.”

“Bless you,” Adam commented as he looked over the pink drink. This very well could be a trap that Adam was about to willingly walk right into but it didn’t seem likely. Lucifer already owned him, what was the point in setting up a trap? That eased his nerves enough to grab the foot of the cup and tentatively bring it to his lips.

He took a sip, the liquid flowed smoothly against his tongue. It still had the slight burn of alcohol as it went down his throat but it was dulled by the sweet tang of the other flavors that had been mixed in. It was really fucking good, he had to admit – so good he took another sip that was larger than the last.

“Like it?” Lucifer asked as he mixed up another drink.

Adam set the cup on the counter and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “yeah, I guess.” 

He fought the urge to down it in one go but there were probably more drinks Lucifer wanted him to try and considering how good that one tasted, fuck, now he was a little excited to try more. Hell, Lucifer might for once have a good idea.

Lucifer made him drinks late into the evening, Adam trying every single one of them. He tried all sorts of drinks, more cocktails, some martinis, margaritas, all of them tasting nothing like he’d ever had before. He definitely saw the appeal of alcohol now that it didn’t fuck his throat. – he shook his head at that thought. ‘Fuck his throat’ sounded gay.

They had been making drinks for so long that Lucifer ended up making them food at the bar so they could eat and continue drinking. Lucifer also started drinking at some point, Adam couldn’t tell when, everything was kinda fuzzy now. That haze that covered his mind like a blanket had started to return and Lucifer slowly became more tolerable with each sip he took.

“Yeah, then we fucked and it and fucking awesome,” Adam slurred, taking another sip of some random drink – there was so many around him. 

Lucifer laughed, shaking his head and drank a shot – Lucifer had told him what it was, Adam hadn’t been a huge fan. He wiped his mouth, “I’m surprised you actually got laid in Heaven.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He gave Lucifer a pointed look.

He simply shrugged, “I feel like women would be turned off by your general…” he waved his hands, looking for words, “... You-ness?”

Adam rolled his eyes, “bitches loved- love me.” He puffed out his chest, a wide grin on his face, “how could they not want a piece of the dickmaster?”

“Your wives clearly didn’t,” Lucifer gulped down another shot.

He nearly broke the glass that was in his claws. Adam stared at Lucifer with sharp eyes, “what.” 

Lucifer used his thumb to wipe off a stray drop on his lips before smiling, “I said, ‘your wives. Clearly. Didn’t.”

Adam growled, “oh yeah? What makes you so fucking appealing, huh?”

“I’m not a dickhead and treat women with respect,” Lucifer stated as if it was fact. Adam treated women with respect! His whole army was women and he respected every single one of them. He even listened to what they said – okay well, he heard what they said, whether or not he listened was a different story. 

“Oh so tricking a woman into eating an apple is respect?” Adam spat, setting the glass down so he didn’t get glass everywhere because fucking Hell he was fucking fuming.

Lucifer glared, “I didn’t trick Eve, she willingly ate the apple.”

“Yeah, because we didn’t know what the fuck lying was!” 

“I didn’t lie, you’re just pissed because they left your sorry ass!”

“I don’t care about them leaving me, I’m upset that you left me, dumbass!”

They both stopped and stared. Adam slapped a hand over his mouth. No fucking way he said that, no fucking way. This was a fever dream, drunk hallucination – anything but reality. He didn’t miss Lucifer, he only said that because- because he was drunk. That’s it. Nothing else.

“Oh?” Lucifer grinned, setting the shot glass he had just finished beside him and leaning over the counter. “That so?”

“Fuckin- no- I didn’t- that’s not true,” Adam rabbled. How the fuck was he going to talk his way out of this one-

He didn’t have time to think as Lucifer lurched forward over the counter – somehow not knocking over one of the various glasses – and crashed his lips onto Adam’s. Adam fell off the stool from the impact, landing on his ass, but Lucifer stayed attached. He paused and cracked an eye open, looking up at Adam. He was giving Adam an out. An out he could take so he’d never have to think of this ever again. An out Adam should take.

Adam closed his eyes and kissed back. 

That’s all Lucifer needed, he snaked a hand around Adam’s head and grasped his hair roughly. Adam gasped, which allowed Lucifer to shove his forked tongue into his mouth. Their tongues fought, Lucifer soon won that battle and crawled further up Adam’s body. Lucifer used his other hand to roam Adam’s torso which caused Adam to shiver. This was going against everything in Adam’s mind. He should hate this, he should push off Lucifer, beat him into the ground for ever trying this… But Adam didn’t hate it, it felt.. Good. It felt really fucking good. 

He groaned as Lucifer pulled back and bit at Adam’s lip – he could faintly feel blood trickling down his chin as dull pain blossomed in his lower lip. That encouragement led to Lucifer moving his razor teeth to his neck, peppering the sensitive skin with bites before kissing the abused area. He wasn’t sure when Lucifer had taken his jacket and bowtie off but they were now discarded on the floor and Adam couldn’t care less.

He felt Lucifer’s roaming hand slip under his shirt and he jumped at the sudden feeling of Lucifer’s warm touch – but he didn’t pull away. Lucifer lifted his lips from Adam’s bruising neck  and locked eyes with him. Adam swore the room was a million degrees as Lucifer’s claws gripped his stomach, leaving scratches that would definitely be there in the morning to remind him of all the sins he had committed in one go.

“I- I hate you,” Adam moaned as Lucifer yanked his head back by his horns, it was a weird – but really fucking good – sensation. 

“I know,” Lucifer whispered in his ear before trailing his serpent tongue down Adam’s neck. Heat spread across his body as his blood fought on whether to go to his face or dick.

Lucifer’s hands slowly slid to the buttons of Adam’s shirt as he continued to suck and bite on Adam’s flesh. Adam brought one of his hands to his mouth to cover the embarrassing noises that the short man was causing, his back arching ever so slightly into Lucifer’ touch. Cool air brushed against Adam’s burning skin as each button was slowly undone, Lucifer shifting backwards as he moved his mouth along Adam’s collarbone, going lower with each undone button.

In one swift motion Adam’s shirt was ripped off of him and thrown somewhere, leaving Adam’s upper body on full display. Embarrassment crept into his cheeks as he watched Lucifer’s eyes roam every part of his torso. Lucifer’s hand mindlessly trailed along Adam’s chest, lingering on the scar on his left side from where his rib had been taken out. His – surprisingly – soft hands wandered to the red X that sat in the middle of his torso.

“You really have let yourself go,” Lucifer murmured. Adam looked away, ashamed at the sight. Before Adam could leave and try to forget this ever happened, Lucifer bit down on a bit of chub. 

“Fuck!” Adam yelped, twisting his head painfully fast back to Lucifer, who was now pulling back and wiping a thin trail of blood from his lips.

“And I fucking love it,” he growled before beginning his vicious assault on Adam’s stomach, sharp teeth stabbed at his flesh in so many places, any gentleness that had been there previously was gone as Lucifer scratched and bit. 

“Ahh~ Ow- shhh-sh shit-” Adam babbled, his mind hazy as pain and pleasure bloomed across his body.

Lucifer licked the most recent bite before pulling away and admiring his work, his eyes gleaming as he scanned Adam’s body. Adam’s breathing was heavy and ragged as if he had just ran a marathon, eyes half-lidded as he looked at Lucifer.

“I didn’t think you could look any hotter,” Lucifer purred. He grinned as he moved a leg in between Adam’s, “I think I have a way to make this sight even better.”

Adam couldn’t even voice his confusion before his unspoken question was answered as Lucifer pressed a knee against Adam’s hard-on. He gasped sharply, he hadn’t even realized how fucking hard he was but now it was all he could think of as his dick throbbed for release. Adam bit his lower lip to contain his moans as he grinded against Lucifer’s leg. 

He hissed as Lucifer harshly gripped Adam’s hips, forcing him still. Lucifer shot him a glare, “did I say you could start humping my leg like a damn dog?”

His dick twitched – Adam hated that Lucifer’s words had such an effect on him. He gulped as Lucifer smile widely – fuck, he felt that. Lucifer pressed his knee harder against Adam, “oh? Did someone like that?”

He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. A hand shot to his neck, pressing in all the right places as Lucifer moved his face closer to Adam’s. “Answer me, mutt,” he spat the last word.

Adam’s mouth opened and closed several times, no words leaving his mouth. Lucifer’s grip tightened, his eyes bore into Adam as a hand reflexively went to his neck, hand resting on Lucifer’s. He didn’t make an effort to remove the hand, though. Closing his eyes he finally nodded, the pressure on his throat disappearing. 

“Good boy,” Lucifer grinned, moving himself in between Adam’s legs. Adam’s eyes widened as he watched Lucifer slide his hands to the waistband of Adam’s pants, the tight tent in his pants was painfully obvious as Lucifer slowly – very fucking slowly – pulled off his pants. 

Adam was in nothing but his boxers, his dick painfully hard as it throbbed for any sort of friction – Adam had to bite his lip harder to keep from whimpering. Lucifer grinned down at him, his hand barely touching Adam’s clothed cock, making him jump.

“Mnnh-!” 

“So sensitive,” Lucifer pressed his thumb onto the clothed head and rubbed gently, Adam squirmed. “Fucking pathetic,” he spat, removing his hand.

“Nnghh, fuck- hurry the fuck up,” Adam whined.

“That’s not how you ask, slut,” Lucifer glared. “Keep talking like that and you won’t get anything.”

Panic shot through Adam and his mouth ran faster than his mind, “fine- fine! Please- please hurry the- hurry up!” Heat filled his cheeks but fuck, he didn’t care. He needed this.

Lucifer looked at him wide eyed before regaining his composure and hooking two fingers on his boxes and tugging them off in a quick motion, cool air brushed against Adam’s now exposed crotch. Pre-cum beaded at his tip as Lucifer’s grin turned hungry as he looked over Adam, his hands running down his thighs and back up. 

Once Lucifer had his fill of torturing Adam of just barely not touching him, he leaned over and held out three fingers in front of the first man’s mouth, “open up wide for me, Baby.”

Adam raised a brow, what the fuck was he doing? “Wh-” his question died in his throat and was replaced by three fingers shoved in his mouth.

“Suck,” was all Lucifer said and for some unknown reason, Adam did. He sucked on and licked Lucifer’s fingers, Lucifer humming sweet praises like “good boy” and “so good for me.” His cock hurt from how fucking hard he was – since when did Lucifer have this effect on him? After an unknown amount of time, Lucifer removed his fingers and forced Adam’s legs further apart.

“What are you doing..?” Adam mumbled, his mind hazy. He wasn’t even sure if this was real.

“Opening you up for me,” Lucifer answered. Before Adam could ask what that meant, one of Lucifer’s wet fingers touched his asshole. He jumped, opening his mouth to protest – he wasn’t going to take it up the ass! –  but quickly snapped his mouth shut as the finger slid in so easily. He sank back down on the floor as Lucifer worked his way deeper into Adam. It felt so weird but so fucking good holy fucking shit – okay maybe he’d take it up the ass, if Lucifer’s fingers felt this good then how good would his dick? Fuck, was Adam gay? Now was not the time to have this crisis. After some prodding, another finger was added, then another until Lucifer deemed Adam ‘opened up’.

Adam’s mouth was so dry as he swallowed, his mouth had been open as Lucifer finger-fucked him, and peered to see what Lucifer was doing. Lucifer unzipped his white pants and dug out his own hard dick, his other hand conjuring a bottle of lube.

“You had that the whole time?” Adam growled with no real bite behind it.

Lucifer looked up at him, grinning, “I wanted to use that pretty mouth of yours.” He looked back down and poured the lube on his cock and pumped it a few times, “maybe I’ll get to use it a different way another time.”

Lucifer lined himself with Adam’s hole, locking eyes with Adam as he slowly pushed it. And fuck. It felt so good. Adam couldn’t help the moans that flowed out of his mouth – he had never had anything inside of him and holy shit he has been missing out. Lucifer continued inching his way in until he was at the hilt, Adam had never felt so full – he could get used to this. They sat like that for a moment before Lucifer pulled back and snapped his hips forward roughly.

“Hghn- hahhh- nmmh~ fuh- fuck~!” Adam cried out as Lucifer began pounding into him. After a good few hard thrusts, an intense wave of pleasure shot through him.

“Ahh~!” Adam moaned, what the fuck had just happened? “Wah- what the.. Fuck??”

Lucifer laughed, “that’s your prostate.” Lucifer moved Adam’s legs so they were resting on Lucifer’s shoulders, “let me get you two acquainted.”   

With this new position Lucifer was able to fuck Adam even deeper and more easily hit his ‘prostate’. How the fuck had he not known about this bundle of nerves? He was the first man! He should know these things! Adam was basically melting into the floor, his body jell-o as all he could do was moan. He had to admit that Lucifer knew what the fuck he was doing.

“Sing for me, Baby,” Lucifer grunted, his claws dipping into the flesh of Adam’s hips, “tell me who is making you feel this good.”

“Y- you- hahh~ You are! Luci- fuck!” Adam whimpered as Lucifer’s dick slid in and out of him at such a fast yet pleasurable speed. He could feel the pleasure tipping him over, he was so close. Lucifer was hitting every right fucking spot and it was becoming too much, he couldn’t handle much more.

“Gah- gonnah cum!” Adam cried as he matched Lucifer’s thrusts and came, hot spurts of cum stringing onto his chest. Lucifer increased his speed, chasing his own high before cumming deep inside Adam. Adam’s mind was hazy as he panted heavily, eyes squeezed shut.

It wasn’t long until he slipped into sleep that he hadn’t realized had been calling to him.

[willsimpforanyone]

Idk if you still write on here but if you do, may I request some nico x non-binary reader stuff?? I've been searching and you're the only person I've found who writes it!!

i absolutely do still write stuff, this is very much an active blog despite my infrequency of writing due to uni work! i love nico x enby!reader, glad you like it! lets do some affection headcanons shall we?

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as i'm sure i've said before, nico is very protective of you

not in an overbearing way and he's not one for public affection

but he'll be constantly looking over at you and checking to see you're okay, everything's good, no one's making you uncomfortable?

if you're taller than him, he will nudge himself under your arm without saying anything, just like a 'hey hug me' or he might excuse it by saying he's cold

if you're shorter than him, he'll casually sling his arm over your shoulders as a way to bring you closer to him and if he's feeling especially affectionate he will press a kiss to your temple

the type of guy that will ask if you wanna go home by muffling his voice into your hair so no one else can hear him

isn't big on gifts, but will treasure and keep anything and everything you give him

he once saw a ring in a vintage store and tried so hard to walk past it but just *knew* you'd love it

hasn't given it to you yet but he will, he's just gotta make a plan first

is one of those guys that burns bright red if you do something for him

like his cabin gets to be a mess and you have a free hour or so while you wait for him so you neaten everything up, put away clothes and stuff

he comes in to you having cleaned his space and just stands in the doorway bright red and speechless because someone?? gave so much of a shit about him?? that they put in effort?? to make his space a better place to be??

you've broken him, the poor boy

not big on public affection, but in private he loves casual affection

like walking past you sitting at a desk and bopping a kiss on your head or slouching over you with his head on yours to ask what you're up to

i'm soft for nico idk if you could tell

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ngl i had a crush on nico and then he came out (was thrown out the closet) as gay and i stopped having a crush on him but now i'm nonbinary so i feel safe enough to crush on him again lol anyway i hope you enjoyed!! thank you for requesting!!