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bones4thecats · 8 months ago

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They Had A Nightmare Of The Overblot (PT. 2)

Type of Writing: Random Idea Name: They Had A Nightmare Of The Overblot Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia, and Grim + Yuu Sei Idea-Giver: Random Thoughts

A/N: Like in my past pieces, the reader is not MC/Yuu, they are a person coming from Twisted Wonderland. By the way, for Yuu and Grim's part, they are envisioning the overblot of Yuu's S/O. And, for Malleus' part, it is set in the future where he and the reader are married and have a child (the reader is not specified as female though)

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👑 As someone that tends to fills his day with many different things ranging from club duties to his work as a model and actor, Vil does not like to dwell on the past, to him it's necessary and can hold one back

👑 But, for some reason, the Great Seven seemingly disagreed with his coping mechanism

👑 You and Vil had begun to date one another a few weeks after his overblot, since you both grew up together in the Shaftlands, with your guardians working together in the movie business, but your guardian was a casting director while Eric Venue was an actor, you guys were very close growing up

👑 And because of how close you both were, seeing such a sight was something that not only scared him, but it scared you. You had watched your dearest friend become a, in other's words, monster

👑 Vil, before he blacked out, had seen your shocked and terrified face as you held Neige, trying to keep his afloat in the chaotic scene

👑 Thankfully, while he did come to his senses and become the same man you knew and loved, there was always a voice lingering in his head telling him that that incident proved how pathetic and weak he was. And how he could lose you easily to someone just like Neige

👑 These thoughts consumed his mind as he slept with you being coddled in his arms, your hands intertwined as your breaths began to slowly separate with Vil's speeding up and your slightly faltering at the feeling of air rushing past your ears

👑 Looking at your boyfriend over your shoulder, your eyes slightly widened at the sight of him, his face was contorting slightly as if he was going to cry but he was being forced to hold it in by fear

👑 Grabbing his face, you began to try waking him up. From shaking him to, somewhat, messing with his already messy hair, nothing was working, until you grabbed a small glass of water from your bedside table and splashed his face, making his eyes jerk open with shock

" Vil?! Hey, are you alright? You were jerking so much in your sleep and you looked like you were about to cry. I tried waking you up by shaking you but it wouldn't work- " " You're okay... " " What? " " Oh, thank the Great Seven that you're okay! "

👑 Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, Vil wrapped his arms tightly around you, tighter than he ever has before, making you let out a small gush of air from the pressure

👑 Holding you with his face burrowed into your neck as he lightly sobbed tears of joy, you sighed gently and hugged him right back. Your hands eventually reached up and began to massage his head and back, allowing him to drift back into a rest

👑 This time... there would be no dream of that fateful day and how you got that scar on your arm, it would be about you and his first date. The day he first realized he loved you...

👑 He's gonna kill you in the morning for splashing water on his face btw

🎮 Unlike pretty much the rest of the boys, Idia doesn't fully hate his overblot. After all, he did gain his brother again, albeit a robotic version, but still

🎮 Though, every time he looks at Ortho, he remembers his overblot and the incident that happened when they were very young. And that makes him rethink everything. Also, don't get me started on when he looks at you

🎮 While he does think about how amazing and good-looking you are, he also thinks about the incident and how he sent a large shock at you and caused you to go into the infirmary for nearly an entirety of four weeks. And if scares him that he had done that to the only person who was there with him since the beginning, no death of anything occurring

🎮 Because of that event and how he had nearly harmed you to the point of being in a coma, Idia was very distant, holding to himself far worse than he ever did before. But, somehow despite these actions, you had accepted him and begun a relationship

🎮 For Idia, your relationship was built upon trust, loyalty, and honesty. Nothing else truly mattered to the male if he knew you would always be there and tell him the truth without him questioning it

🎮 One sign of his trust was allowing you to sleep in the same bed as him. And, in one of the first few times of this happened, disaster struck in the form of a nightmare

🎮 Hugging you tighter from behind as his eyes dodged in every direction underneath his closer eyelids, you awoke to his whimpers and very faint calls of your name and a mixture of pleases and no's

🎮 You had heard his eventual scream of a no and looked over at him in shock, he had never awoke so abruptly and harshly, even when he had nightmares of Ortho's death all those years ago, and that was scaring you enough, what had scared him so badly?

🎮 Opening your arms as he lunged in and hugged you tighter as if you were about to disappear, you began to hush him and hum a lullaby that his younger brother said he used to sing to him all the time when he had bad dreams growing up

" Y-Y/N, p-please don't leave me... not again... " " I won't, my love. I'm always going to be by your side, no matter what, okay? "

🎮 Nodding as you hugged him and pressed soft kisses to his temples, nose, forehead, and eventually to his somehow naturally blue lips, making him melt and hold one of your cheeks with his hands

" Now, how about we get some more sleep? You really need it. " " Ha-ha, funny... but, yeah. Sleep sounds really nice... "

🎮 Getting back under the covers, you instead of being the little spoon, allowing Idia to crawl into your arms as your legs tangled together comfortably. His breaths then calmed and became a steady sound as you rubbed his head and back to comfort him and remind him of your words

🐉 Malleus was not proud of himself after the incident, how could he have let something like this cover his mind so thickly it could be compared to Lilia's cooking's stench?

🐉 Ever since he had overcome his emotional issues with the help of his dearest friend, Yuu Sei, and his friends and family members, you and him began your real relationship, courting and all

🐉 Now, he had never really dwelled on the past, to him, it would only hold someone back. Holding onto a grudge was something he wasn't fond of doing, so he tried to never do it. And, unfortunately, he had failed with this kind of grudge

🐉 Back to the point of this;

🐉 You could tell that Malleus was getting stressed with his work beginning to overflow, and despite the combined efforts of help from his father-figure, Lilia Vanrouge, and his closest friends, Silver and Sebek, he still had a lot left for him as the King of Briar Valley

🐉 His grip as he held you as you rest was also a tell-tale sign. His tail's grip was starting to make your leg fall asleep, which was what initially woke you up, and when he felt you touch his tail and left it, he had accidentally in his sleep knocked you away and knock a cup down, landing on the ground with a shockingly decent-sounding crash

🐉 Malleus' eyes erupted awake as he called your name, unnoticed tears falling from his eyes as his tail had rammed up and his horns slightly curved farther with growth

" My Spindle, are you alright?! Do you have any cuts, bruises, or any burns?! Oh no, please tell me I did not burn you... "

🐉 Burn you? What in the name of Twisted Wonderland was your husband raving about?

" Burn me? No, Malleus, your tail merely knocked me back into the cup. I'm perfectly fine! Are you okay? You have tears falling down your cheeks... " " Tears? Ah, I didn't notice those... but, yes, I am fine. "

🐉 Bullshit, you knew when your husband was internally hurting and every time you saw this habit of pushing something else ahead to distract you, you would get annoyed. Much like right now

" Malleus. I know when you aren't okay... don't start lying to me now. " " Father? Mommy/Daddy? What happened? " " Nothing, Diaval. Just go back to bed okay? " " Why is Father crying, Mommy/Daddy? " " Father just had a hint of a bad dream, like you and I do. Now, please darling, go back to your bed. " " Can I sleep with you guys for the night? " " Why? " " I- I don't remember which direction my room is... "

🐉 Malleus smiled gently and held out his hand to his first-born son and hugged him as you chuckled as your son threw up his small raven plushie and huddled himself underneath the sheets as you hugged him and Malleus wrapped his long tail around you both

🐉 Why was he so scared of what he had done in the past? Maybe it was because the last thing he saw was the slight burn marks you still had imprinted on your arms from protecting Yuu, or maybe it was because he needed to see something to remember... remember why his mother had gave her life for him

🐉 She did so so he could understand her, her love for her spouse and child... and while normally such a though would bring the fae to tears, Malleus couldn't help but lay a kiss to his son and spouse's heads as he hugged them, pledging his devotion over and over again...

🐉 It did not matter what had happened, what mattered was what was going to happen

❤️‍🩹 -> MC/Yuu Sei ~ 😼 -> Grim ~ ・ -> Both Btw, the reader here is in Heartslabyul with Ace and Deuce

❤️‍🩹 Yuu, unlike his companion, had a very strict schedule of thinking when it came to the dark magic he had survived attacks from for the past few months at Night Raven College

❤️‍🩹 It was quite ironic really, because of his way of thinking and devotion to keeping his head high, he had attracted you, by far one of the nicest beings he had ever met in the new world... and really in his entire life

😼 Grim, on the other hand, had only gotten your attention because of how he treated your dorm leader, Riddle Rosehearts, with blatant disregard until he had punished him with his signature spell

😼 The feline had devolped a quick rivalry with you as well, well, a one sided rivalry that is, you didn't really hate the monster. In reality, you cared for the small thing as if it was your own sibling or child, gifting him small cans of tuna from now and then

❤️‍🩹 Your connection with Grim was something that Yuu loved, but, whenever he had seen you bending down you give Grim a can of tuna, your boyfriend couldn't help but see you in that god-awful form bending down above your old friend Cater about ready to attack

❤️‍🩹 He had never told you anything of it, preferring to keep such a vision to himself. He wouldn't want to worry you about his mind

Sadly for both of them, they would be forced to face their fears with the motivation of one thing; a nightmare with you nearby

😼 Your little friend had been curled up in your lap after eating to much for his lunch, mainly three cans of large tuna, and begun to take a long power-nap

😼 But, when you felt him begin to twitch far more than normal and feel the faint whimpers come off from his chest, you picked Grim up and excused yourself from your third-year allies and housewarden to deal with him

😼 Ushering him awake, Grim jumped and accidentally clawed your hand, making a small cut begin to bleed on your palm. And he could only sit there on the ground in your dorm-room, small yet bubbly tears falling down his cheeks

" Grim! Are you alright? " " I-I'm fine, Y/N. " " No you're not... Grim, I know when someone's lying, please don't make me add you to the list of liars. "

While getting Grim to admit his nightmares was fairly easy, getting your boyfriend to do so would be far harder

❤️‍🩹 Yuu was, in your opinion, a no-paid therapist for the entire school. Or, at least the main members of each dorm, from housewardens to their vices, he has spoken to pretty much all of them through their problems

❤️‍🩹 He never really has been so clean of energy that day in particular, from nearly getting hit on the head by Deuce's cauldron from running from Vil while housing Epel from his lessons that day, he just wanted to lay by his loving S/O and take a long hard rest for the night

❤️‍🩹 But, like a lot of things that year, even something has simple as that didn't work out for him. He had a complete nightmare of the overblots he had faced alongside you, and he had woken up in a shock right before a dangerous and death-worthy attack landed on you

❤️‍🩹 You had starred at him in shock from the ground you had fallen on and just rubbed your arm as you crawled back up and began to caress his arms and back in an attempt to calm him down as tears swarmed his eyes and began to leak

" Y/N? Oh God, you probably think I'm weak for crying about something so futile... " " Futile? Yuu Sei I have seen and heard a lot of things throughout my lifetime here in Twisted Wonderland, some of which I believe and some I do not. This is far from a futile thing to cry about. You just imagined the almost-happening death of someone you care for... like I have... and from the mighty words of my Godfather, Dire Crowley, 'In order to use magic just how you picture it, you need imagination. Some mages also find it useful to make a habit out of writing and drawing out their ideas, to train their ability to better materialize them'. " " What does that old bird's words have to do with this?... No offense! "

❤️‍🩹 Chuckling at his reaction, you gripped his hands in yours and said the following words that would forever lay resting in his mind before he slept every night

" In my words, ' In order to succeed in surpassing something, you must earn it. Whether it be from talking about it or writing it down in a journal of some sorts, letting such pains off your shoulders helps out a ton, whether you believe it or not.' " " Now I know that did not come from Crowley's mouth. "

❤️‍🩹 Laughing at your boyfriend's words, Yuu took it as an opportunity and lunged on you, wrestling playfully with you as you laughed while he tickled your sides... oh, what did you do to earn such a wonderful man?

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creatureshrieks · 10 months ago

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Laurie feels sick to her stomach, her mind reeling with some attempt to find an escape. He was too adamant, too demanding, too desperate. He wouldn't listen to her, not to reason, not her pleas. Her breathing quickens, shallow and anxious. She almost looks panicked. " I don't- I don't know, " She doesn't know what else to do but speak. If he thought she was his sister, if he refused to listen to reason, what else could she do? It's no doubt her friends would start to wonder where she ran off to if she didn't arrive soon, but would they really come look for her? It wasn't as if her and Annie hadn't ditched Lynda before and vice versa - There was only so much any of them would bother to put up with before deciding they were just going to be a no-show. But Laurie was different, wasn't she? She was never late for anything, always showed up or called ahead. Please.

" Why would you? " She still didn't seem to believe him, the question phrased almost as if she was asking him to explain. Why would he lie? Hundreds of reasons, probably. Some confused mind from a psychiatric ward, some desperate attempt to unsettle her, get under her skin. Something that only he might think of.

" I don't- " Laurie doesn't get to finish her thought, not before a familiar voice suddenly interrupts with an irritated, " Hey, jerk! "

Behind Michael stands Annie and Lynda, Annie the closer of the two. Always the more aggressive, loud, and demanding of the three of them. Laurie had never been so thankful for it in her life, the anxiety visibly lessening as she sees both her friends coming to her rescue.

" Don't you have somewhere to be? " Annie demands, keeping her focus on Michael while Lynda turns her attention to Laurie, giving her an out to attempt to slip past Michael and over to them.

No, Michael isn't great at reading social cues or acting the way a normal eighteen year old should. Can he be blamed? He spent nearly all of his youth in a mental asylum with people far worse than him. Of course he was typically kept around those who were docile like him, but sometimes they would lash out randomly. He has been attacked before while in Pennhurst and certainly experienced some negligence, and though he is much better now than he was a couple years ago, it still doesn't change the fact that he's undersocialized. He feels like a fish out of water sometimes. Right now is one of those times.

The taller doesn't back away, even at the signs of discomfort from Laurie. He can't just let her go because if she leaves now, she's never going to talk to him again and they will never get to be normal siblings like he wants them to be. He doesn't care if she tells her friends what happened-- everyone already dislikes him and fears him, this isn't going to change anything. But he needs her to believe him. He isn't making this up.

"Laurie-- you are adopted. You can ask your parents. Please, I'm not lying-- I'm your brother. We had a sister, Judith." His jaw tenses, knowing she knows what happened to Judith and how he was the one who did it. "Why would I lie about this?"

#LAURIE || v; Stranger Things #pumpkinstabs #//hey jerk... speed kills.....#sorry mikey but Annie will fight

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kiribakuswife · 1 month ago

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In Need of a Hero

Kirishima x Reader

Kinktober day 2

You have become the stereotype. It was honestly a mistake, your heat wasn’t supposed to start for a few days, and you were on the way to get suppressants, honestly. Work had been insane lately and by the time you got off the drug store near you was closed. You had decided the best thing to do was make the long trek across town to the 24 hour store. The last thing you expected, let alone happen, was getting hit hard with your heat in the middle of your walk home.

Your skin instantly felt hot, your brain beginning to fog over. You only had 20 minutes left, picking up your speed as your breathing began to grow more labored. You would make it home if it killed you. Thankfully, the streets were fairly empty, the moon high in the sky as the last of the last remaining drunken bar patrons stumbled home. You ripped open the bag as you walked, popping one of the pills that wouldn’t do anything at least until tomorrow afternoon, pulling your hood up and tucking in as an attempt to block the scent you were sure you were giving off at this moment. 15 more minutes that was all you needed and you would be safe in your own bed.

Your head was too hazy though, unable to smell the towering alpha that stumbled out of the alley before you. He stunk, his scent a terrible mix of musk and whiskey that made your nose curl as your omega shrank back in fear.

“Has no one ever told you not to walk alone?” He snarled, stepping before you, blocking your path.

“Excuse me.” Your voice was pathetic, and as soon as you heard it you couldn’t blame his laugh that cut through the silent night.

“Oh you're not going anywhere!” He laughed, roughly grabbing your arm and beginning to drag you back to the dark alleyway. “I could smell you a mile away, little omega. Let me show you what a real alpha can do.” He spoke in your ear, sending chills down your spine as you tried to pull away.

“Let me go!” You tried to scream, but he just kept dragging your fighting form. For how tall he was, he was thankfully pretty scrawny, allowing you to put up at least a little bit of a fight, but he seemed determined, unwilling to release you.

“(y/n)?” You heard a familiar voice call out, sounding distant, but not too far. Your eyes widened in realization. You had met only a few times, he was friends with one of your friend’s boyfriend. Definitely not close by any means, but he was a Pro.

“Kiri-!” Your shout was cut off by the hand of the disgusting man covering your mouth. You bit down on his hand hard, the taste of dirt and blood and something else you filling your mouth.

“You bitch!” He yelled back, elbowing you hard in the chest as he jerked his hand away. “You’ll pay for that!” As you tried to spit the foul taste from your mouth he grabbed you rougher this time, pinning your arms to your side.

“Hey!” You heard another voice shout, head spinning to find the pro hero Red Riot in all his glory, running towards you both. “Release her at once!” He wasn’t in his hero costume, instead in a casual pair of sweats and a tight black t-shirt, dropping a bag of take out as he got closer. His smell hit you at once making your knees weak as much as that was so unhelpful in your current situation. The strong smell of pine and a hit of rain filled your lungs as he reached you. The man released you instantly, hands up as you fell to the ground.

“Hey man, I didn’t mean anything by it, really! You can smell her! I was just trying to help.” He rambled, his footsteps stumbling as the hero stepped closer around you.

“Bullshit man, not cool.” Was all he said before a thud could be heard, turning to see the man fall to the ground as Kirishima made his way back to you, dragging the man behind him. “Are you okay?” He looked like he barely broke a sweat while the other man had a trickle of blood beginning to appear on his head.

“I think so.” You squeaked, looking up at him. His red hair that was usually styled was instead down, a few loose strands falling in his face as he tilted his head at you, trying to read you. You could tell the moment he caught your scent, his nose scrunching up briefly as he took a deep breath and shook his head. You had thought he was cute before all this, avoiding him out of nerves at your friends' dinner parties, but now? Your mind flashed truly embarrassing thoughts of him as you avoided his gaze. If you were feeling warm before, you were absolutely burning now.

“Let me call someone to get this loser. I’ll walk you home.” He nodded to himself, dragging the still limp man over to a wall of the building, already on the phone as he explained the situation to someone. He continued to talk as he walked, grabbing his food and your own bag. You couldn’t look away from him, no matter how much watching his taut form was making you squirm with need.

“Are you sure you’re alright? Nothing hurts?” His voice broke you fr

om your trance as he approached, causing your cheeks to heat. Hopefully it was dark enough that he wouldn’t see, the street light right above you dashing your hopes. At his question though, the adrenaline wearing off, your chest began to hurt where his elbow had caught you.

“My chest…” You mumbled, trying to look anywhere but him, pulling your hoodie tight around you.

“Do you want to check? How bad?” He asked, coming closer, causing you to gasp as his scent hit you full force again. You must have reeked with the scent of your heat by now, but he acted as if there was nothing wrong.

“No! I’m okay!” You basically shouted, putting out a hand as if you could block him from any closer. He only chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he sat before you.

“Todoroki should be here soon then we can go.” He said instead, “Mind if I eat? I’m starving.” He laughed with a huge hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.

“Of course.” You whispered, meeting his eyes before quickly looking away. Maybe it was part of their hero training, to have some sort of immunity against the smell, looking unbothered as he dug into his sandwich.

“Thank you…” You mumbled as he ate, earning a smile and a thumbs up in response.

“All in a day's work!” He replied. The air felt heavy as he ate, but it was like he didn’t notice anything, only making you squirm more, chewing on your thumb as you waited. Like he had said, Todoroki arrived soon, Kirishima getting up to meet him halfway as he moved toward you. They spoke quietly as they approached the still unconscious man. You waved halfhearted to Todoroki as he looked at you, heaving the villain on his shoulder. His eyes flashed briefly as they met yours, no doubt catching your scent before he turned abruptly, hurrying away.

“Ready?” Kirishima asked, turning back towards you with a smile on his face, like this was the most normal night he had all week. You nodded meekly as you tried to stand, but you legs betrayed you, still far too shakey. Before you hit the ground though, his hand gripped your arm to steady you, right where the villan had held you, causing a confusing mix of a moan and a groan to escape you, your omega beyond pleased to finally have his hands on you.

At your sound his hand jerked away, closing his eyes tight for a moment, as if he stopped breathing before letting out a sigh, moving to grip your elbow instead. “Let’s get you home.” Was all he said, letting you lead the way.

The silence felt thick as you walked, and you couldn’t help but glance in his direction every few minutes. His jaw was tight, but besides that he looked so normal, so natural. It made that stupid voice inside your head preen. He had to the most respectful man in the world to completely ignore at this moment, and that just made you want him more, need him more.

“Kirishima?” You asked finally, earning a hmm in response. “Thank you really, I’m sure this must suck for you too.” You tried to make a joke, an uncomfortable too forceful laugh bubbling up.

“Eijiro, you can call me that I mean,” He said, joining in on your weird laughter. “I think we’ve crossed that line.”

“Eijiro then, thank you.” Your laughter was becoming more real as you gave into the absurdity of the situation. He hmmed in response as you scrambled to explain yourself “Really I didn’t plan this! I know some omegas do to…well you know, but these are my suppressants!” You held up the bag as proof and he just rolled his eyes playfully.

“It’s fine (y/n). I’m happy to help!” That made you shiver. You were close to home now, and the thought of him leaving was making you feel incredibly anxious, like something bad would happen if he wasn’t with you. Maybe you could ask him to stay? Just until you were asleep? He could sit in the living room and you could retire to your room and by the time the heat between your legs became so unbearable it woke you up, he’d be gone. He had saved your life, if he was going to hurt you he would have by now right? It seemed reasonable to you now, but would you feel the same when your head was screwed back on correctly. You liked Eijiro, and you were kicking yourself for avoiding him before. He was so much nicer than you had thought, and maybe you really wanted to see if being interested in him would actually go anywhere. Would asking him inside ruin it all though?

As you reached your street your heart rate started to pick up, vision beginning to narrow, your omega beginning to panic. You were thankful for his warm hand on your arm, feeling almost dizzy from the contending lust and panic.

“(y/n)? Are you okay? Is it your chest? Breath honey it’s alright.” He suddenly stopped, forcing you to look at him. Your chest was rising rapidly as you shook your head at his question. “What is it then?” He raised an eyebrow, growing more concerned as you tried to steady your breathing.

“Eijiro, please…” It was basically a whine and you didn’t even have the wherewithal to feel embarrassed. He stiffened instantly, eyes growing a shade darker before they slammed shut, holding his breath again. “Please come inside, please stay with me until I fall asleep? Please?” You were begging at this point, and you know it with virtually no shame, gripping his large hand in both of your own. “Eijiro?”

He groaned heavily, using his free hand to wipe his face. A glance down showed you he wasn’t entirely immune to your antics, a prominent bulge appearing in his sweats, and you almost wish you hadn’t looked with the way your core throbbed. You were already wet before, but at this rate you were going to leak through your thin leggings. As your scent hit him again he let out another groan before almost an entire 180, relaxing his shoulders and lacing his fingers with your own.

“Of course (y/n)! What kind of hero would I be if I left a lady in distress?” He cleared his throat, swallowing thickly as he smiled brightly, but his eyes hid something in them. Something you died to unlock, shame be damned. As you made your way to the door, fumbling with your keys your eyes met his, catching the light dusty of pink on his cheeks and the heavy look in his eyes. Your eyes were caught in his, sharing a silent word until he cleared his throat again.

“Let’s get you to bed, ‘mega.” His voice was low, a clear order from his alpha that made you jerk away, unlocking your door and stumbling inside, abandoning your shoes and jacket by the door as you moved towards the living room, him following along, locking the door behind. The air felt stifling, the heat wasn’t even on, but you felt like you were in a furnace. His scent fluffed around your tiny apartment as you gestured to the couch.

“I think I need a shower.” You laughed, uncomfortable but anything but afraid. “The remotes on the table.”

“Just shout if you need anything.” He flopped down onto the couch, smiling up at you. Your mind ran as you made your way back to the bathroom. You had actually invited him and he actually agreed? You felt so conflicted, one part of you wanting to drag him under the warm water with you as it started to fill the bathroom with steam and the other part of you wanting to send him right back outside, blaming your heat for your lack of a filter. It wasn’t just your heat though, and you knew that. You would want him here regardless, you just weren’t bold enough to actually tell him that. As you stepped under the water your mind filled with scenarios of how he could help you in more ways than just guarding your door.

The large red mark on your chest would surly bruise, tender to the touch between your breasts as you scrubbed the skin, trying to remove any bit of the disgusting scent that seemed to cling to you no matter how hard you tried to scrub it off, your omega almost frantic to remove it as you gave up, stepping out of the shower and pulling on your robe. You could always ask Eijiro to scent you, but that felt like too far after dragging him into your house.

Deciding against it, you let out a whine before opening the door, jumping back as you almost ran into a broad chest.

“You smelled upset I’m sorry I-I had to make sure you were…okay” He seemed to have a hard time finding words, eyes completely shifted to the alpha yellow as he looked down at you, gaze searching for any sign of danger. It was now or never you guessed.

“The smell…” You pouted up at him. “I smell like him, could you um?” Before a silence could fill the air his hands shot out gripping your hips tightly before dragging his scent glands over your wet hair, slowly moving down as he scented your neck, your back ramrod straight as you let out a breathy gasp. His lips grazed over your own scent gland, causing you to shiver in his arms as he moved further down still. Your robe had fallen open, not yet exposing your breasts, but the space between them, red and starting to bruise open to the air. He growled low, lightly rubbing his cheek over the spot before placing a chaste kiss over it. That made your knees collapse, and if it wasn’t for his grip you would be a puddle on the floor.

“Sorry ‘mega.” His voice was gruff as he pulled away, causing you to whine as he looked down on you, “I couldn’t help myself. Let’s actually get you to bed.” Your mind was cloudy, feeling like you were floating as he guided you down the hall and to your room. He stood at your door as you made your way inside, allowing your robe to drop off as your mind became laser focused on reaching your nest, momentarily forgetting he was there entirely.

He was sure any other alpha would have ripped into your room instantly at the sight, but he had to control himself. You had already been traumatized once tonight and the last thing you needed was a burly alpha like himself ruining your safe space as you flopped into your nest, rearranging the blankets and pillows that filled it with a huff, brows furrowed. You only seemed to get more agitated as you worked, head finally snapping back to him with a huff.

“Alpha needa smell like you.” Your voice almost slurred as you spoke, almost snapping his fraying resolve. He knew he should have stayed in the living room, but the sour switch of your fruity scent had almost made him feral, and he just couldn’t leave you. Couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you pouted to him. “Want you.” You mumbled to him and he was done. String snapping he made his way through your room to your nest,hesitating at the edge before you grabbed his arm with surprising strength, pulling his willing body in with you. Your body instantly molded to his, despite your heated skin his warmth feeling amazing as you scented him.

“Alpha please.” You didn’t even know what you needed as you begged for something, anything as he stayed stiff, arms at his side as you burrowed against his chest.

“Shh, you’re okay.” He said, finally wrapping his arms around you as he maneuvered you, laying with his back against the plush fortress. “You should sleep ‘mega.” That nickname made your skin tingle like it was on fire. You whined again at him as you pulled up, locking eyes with him. He looked at home in here and you had half a mind to never let him leave your nest again.

“Needa knot first.” The words fell from your mouth before you could stop them, that being even too far for your current state, instantly breaking eye contact as you pulled further away, looking away as his hand came up to cover his eyes, breaths ragged as he took in your words.

“(y/n)...I need to know if you mean that. If you really want me, or if it’s just your heat.” It wasn’t just your heat. You had fantasized about this before, you had thought of him more times than you would like to admit and not just in this way.

“Only want you, Eijiro, only ever you alpha.” You babbled in response, hoping that he believed you. There must have been something in your face, because as he lifted his hand from his eyes and stared at you for a moment he finally nodded his head.

“Alright ‘mega,” His voice had changed ever so slightly, the commanding alpha tone back, “You’ll tell me if anything is too far. If anything hurts. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. Are you on birth control?” You instantly defeated at his words, the stress leaving your shoulders as you fell to him.

“Yes alpha, I am and I will!” You said back eagerly. “I want you.” He laughed lightly at you, shaking his head as he sat up, catching your mouth in a kiss that soon morphed into something less than innocent, tongues tangling as he eased you onto your back. His hands gripped your hips pulling you closer as one hand began drifting towards your center.

“Jesus ‘mega, you’re soaked.” He pulled away speaking against your lips as you mewled.

“Need your knot.” You said as a response. He shook his head lightly.

“Need to make sure you can take it pretty girl.” He said, a finger slipping in easily, soon adding a second, pumping in a way that made your spine curl. You moaned as his lips connected to your chest, tongue encircling the bud of your peaked nipple causing you to cry out as he began to scissor his fingers. You could feel yourself getting close, already so close to the edge before he even touched you.

“Cum and I’ll give you my knot ‘mega. Need you ready for this dick.” His words seemed to melt into your skin, lighting you up inside, sending you hurtling over the edge as his fingers reached a specific spot inside you as your toes curled, crying out his name as you did just that.

“Good girl, such a good ‘mega.” He praised you as he continued to move his fingers allowing you to ride out your orgasm as you groaned at his words. “How do you want this pretty girl, it’s up to you this time.” His words of “this time” swirled through your head as you tried to answer him through your moans, eventually reaching down to grab his wrist, stopping his movement for long enough to catch your breath.

“Want to see you.” You huffed out, hoping he understood what you meant, and to your glee he seemed to be on the same page. He pulled out his hand slowly, your pussy clenching around nothing as he pulled your legs up, allowing them to rest on his shoulders. You weren’t sure when he took off his shirt but were beyond happy with the view it granted you, his huge muscular chest making you clench weakly.

“Look at me.” He commanded roughly, causing your eyes to snap to his as he shimmied down his pants, allowing the leaking head of his cock to trace over you. “You will tell me if it’s too much; tell me to stop and I will, one word and it’s over okay?” His words made you want to fold in on yourself, allow him to take whatever he wanted, but his eyes were different. They almost looked nervous like he was worried for you and holding himself back. He looked like he truly cared, almost like-

“I will, Eijiro.” It was like a piece of your mind had finally come back to you, and at your words he nodded, allowing his cock to slide in, inch by inch. Despite stretching you earlier, there was still a delicious burn as he sunk in bit by bit. If he didn’t want you after this, you didn’t know what you would do, never feeling so full before, his knot not even fully inflated at this point.

“You okay?” His voice was gruff, like he was holding himself back as he looked down at you intently, trying to read your face.

“Please, alpha fill me please please please.” You begged under him, trying to wiggle your hips as he let out a groan, hands moving to grip the back of your thighs, bending them to your chest.

“Anything for you, ‘mega.” Before you could even process his words, he snapped his hips, causing you to cry out as your head fell back, at his complete mercy as he began to fuck you hard into your carefully crafted fortess. It was like your brain was disconnected, short circuited as his hips pistoned into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room, drowned out by your near sceam- moaning.

“You’re mine now ‘mega. No one else will ever lay a finger on you or I’ll break their fucking arm.” He grunted out, pushing your legs higher as you cried below him, babbling nonsense as you tried to connect back to your brain, clenching tight at his words.

“All yours alpha.” You moaned out. You were embarrassingly close again. If he meant what he said though, you would at least have a day or two more of this as he helped you through your heat.

“Gonna fill you up so much no one will even smell your heat on you. All they’ll be able to smell is me. They’ll know who this cunt belongs to.” His words were filthy as he spoke to you. “Are you gonna cum again? All over my knot ‘mega?” You could only moan at his words, knowing he was right. “You know I’ve wanted this for months, every time I saw you I wanted to drag you away and show you who you should belong to…show you why you should choose me.” Your vision was beginning to grow hazy, seconds away from crashing over the edge. “You know what? It wasn’t even your tight pussy or your ass that I couldn’t get out of my mind.” His words made you pause, gasping as his eyes meant yours. “It’s those fucking eyes, I couldn’t get them out of my head.” He said with a particularly sharp thrust as your head fell back again. “Look at me as you cum.” As soon as your eyes met his you fell, the tight cord inside of you snapping as you gushed around him, a few more thrust before he too was cumming, hot seed filling you as his knot locked you together, feeling almost uncomfortably full as he let your legs fall back down, resting his head on your collar bone as you both tried to catch your breath.

He soon raised his head, puppeting you to a more comfortable position as you waited for his knot to deflate, already half asleep as you snuggled up to him. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“I mean it, you know.” He said, your turn to hum in response. “I want to take you out ‘mega. I’ll prove to you, I’m worthy of you.”

“You are worthy, Eijiro.” You mumbled out, kissing his arm as you snuggled impossibly closer. “Sleep alpha.”

“Sleep ‘mega.” He agreed with a laugh as you faded into the most restful sleep you’ve had in a long time.

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𝒮𝐻𝒜𝑅𝒟𝒮 // 🇳🇦🇹🇪 🇯🇦🇨🇴🇧🇸.

Nate Jacobs + Fem!reader. Warnings : Dark. SFW, but discretion advised. Slur used.

This one is loooong.

Part 1 : Whiplash

Part 2 : 9 Lives

Part 3 : Blessed

Part 5 : Eighteen

Part 6 : Sin

You do NOT have permission to repost and/or translate any of my fics.

Desc. : Bender? Nah, bend...her (to your will).

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Nate didn't really seem the type to get anxious.

Okay, scratch that. He got anxious when you weren't there to high-five him before a game.

But even that didn't come close to whatever the fuck he was feeling when he called you that evening, yelling as if you'd killed his fucking cat, or something.

"Come faster, come faster!", he urged, ignoring you as you informed him you were only human, and you were on your way as fast as possible. The lewd joke was right there, and he didn't take it. Something was seriously wrong.

"Why the hell are you so jumpy?"

"I'll explain when you get here. Slight change of plans. You're wearing something... conservative, yeah?"

"What?"

"Like, jeans and a T-shirt is fine, I guess.", he muttered, on the other end of the line, as if he was mentally picturing exactly what he wanted you to be wearing.

"Did you think my original plan was to show up in lingerie?"

"Jesus fucking Christ, stop being so fucking defensive!"

That was a slur that you just heard in his voice. "Are you drunk?"

"You're scarily good at this."

"Why are you drunk already?" Wasn't even dark yet.

"Can you just fucking drive, please?"

You rolled your eyes, taking a small moment to sadistically picture his head caught in the wheel, before placing your phone down and speeding up the car that unfortunately had to relive the trauma of driving because Nate Jacobs told it to.

The Jacobs household was infuriatingly stereotypical. Of course he'd have a pretty spectacular front doorstep. It was almost designed to lure you in.

You weren't even allowed to ring the doorbell, he answered the door much before. That was a shame. You wanted to be the one forcing him to come somewhere reluctantly, for once.

"Don't speak unless spoken to." Well, hello to you, too.

"What?"

"It's not just us."

No, no, no, no.

"Nate, you fucking asshole.", you hissed.

"I didn't know! My brother found out you were coming over and told my parents, so they cancelled plans to meet you."

"Why?"

"'Cause our Dad's a jerk, and my Mom's probably going to judge you, and my brother's a coward who hates me."

That was way too much Jacobs drama for one single minute, and you were not even two steps into the house.

"Wait, just-"

"It's fine, just sit next to me, shut up, and don't like... make eye contact."

"Am I meeting your family or getting into the cage with a fucking tiger?"

"Also, don't cuss.", he warned, pointing a finger at you and guiding you by your shoulders further into the abyss he called a home. "Smile. A lot."

Was it really even a normal family dinner if you had to be prepped this much? No, probably not.

"Hey, look who finally showed up!", he chuckled, the fakest breeze in his voice as he steered your shoulders towards a chair.

The rest of the Jacobs family looked up at you.

And suddenly, you'd have been fine clinging to Nate, because he was evidently the mildest of them. Rich freaks.

"Oh, the project partner." His mother, laying plates down on the table before patting your head, was a sight to behold. "Bit late.", she remarked, sickening sweetness lacing her tone as she stared pointedly at Nate behind you as if you couldn't fucking see it.

"Yeah, well, she's just learning to drive, y'know? Goes really slow."

Oh, boo-fucking-hoo, mama's boy, just say you had no intention of having your family here tonight.

"Nate, you never told me she could legally drive."

That must be the brother - the coward. He looked like he'd fucking rip you apart with just a glare.

"I didn't tell you anything.', he mumbled, more for you than him, before making his voice louder. "Y/N, this is my brother, Aaron, Aaron, Y/N."

His eyes made your skin crawl. Like you were a weapon he'd just been able to use against Nate.

"And, uh, my dad. Dad, this is, uh-"

You had no idea when your name had become so hard for him to pronounce, the way he was unable to get it out.

"Y/N, yes, I heard. I'm Cal. Cal Jacobs."

You'd take Nate forcing a gun down your throat to the feel of Cal's hand shaking yours any day.

In comparison, Nate's gun was basically the gentlest thing you'd ever be able to feel. A caress, essentially.

"Sit, sit.", he instructed, gesturing at you to do as he said in his own house or else. "So."

He was so fucking drunk. You could see it in his eyes.

Both Cal and Nate Jacobs were shitfaced.

Nate, you understood, because after hearing his description, even you seemed to need liquid courage to get through a dinner with his drunk dad.

"So.", responded Nate, blankly, as he sat down next to you, as promised.

The chairs you were on were fancy but seemed tired, in a way. Like they were putting up a strong front.

"What, pray tell, is this famous project that you've apparently been sneaking out for, according to Aaron?"

Oh, that was the problem! The sneaking out! Oh, that was okay, that was in your jurisdiction, you could just fix it. Make it sound like there was no other time to meet up. Cool cool cool.

"It's just this thing for psychology. About athletes and superstitions."

"My Nate doesn't have any superstitions. He wins because he's the best.", interjected his mother, as if you'd been holding a gun to his face and she'd just jumped in front of him. You looked at the giant plate she'd just set down. Fucking steak.

With a knowing glance at Nate, you nodded. "Yes, but jocks don't really like admitting it. So I just ask him about his buddies who do have superstitions. Seeing as he has none of his own."

You didn't bother to look at the fuck-you-so-much glare he was sending your way.

"Oh, yes, Mom, Nate's just the best. Don't you think he's just the best, Y/N?", cooed Aaron, clearly hinting at something only he and Nate were in on.

"Yes, yes, he's very good at what he does."

"What he does?"

"I mean, you are talking about him as QB, right?"

He took a gulp of water, nodding as he searched into your eyes for some tell that he'd expected you to have. "Right."

Nate subtly shook his head after you frowned at him. Let it go.

"So, you've taken psychology."

His dad didn't really seem the jerk that Nate had made him out to be. Sure, he had the whole terrifying handshake thing going, but he wasn't all bad. He was the only one with his sanity intact, and the fact that he was plastered yet normal was both relieving and mildly concerning.

"Yeah."

"How come?"

"Always been interested in how it works."

"Can you read minds?"

"Essentially."

"Read mine."

"I... don't know you well enough."

"Later, then. When we know each other a bit better. Meanwhile, dig in."

Involuntarily, your gaze turned back to the asshole you'd had the misfortune of interacting with for the past three weeks, and he nodded, either telling you you did well, or giving you permission to eat.

Either way, your mouth was now shut and would continue to be unless someone forced it open. The awkward clinks of glasses and clangs of cutlery rang through the room, battling fruitlessly to dissolve the tension.

"How's the food?"

Why was Nate trying to get you to talk?

"Oh, great, I really like it."

Nate's mother smiled at that. "Well, thanks. It's actually a new recipe I found on some obscure old cooking show tape my mother had recorded, back in her day! God, I'm telling you, those were simpler times."

Oh. So Nate hadn't cooked. Couldn't say you were surprised.

"Well, it's lovely.", you replied, smiling down at the garbage you had to put into your system. It was nothing personal, really, steak was just gross.

"I must say, Y/N, you're so much more polite than that girl. She was a real-"

"Mom. Mom.", warned Nate, shaking his head and waving his hand in front of his throat in a cut it out motion."She's friends with Maddy."

The entire table suddenly went silent, as if he'd just confirmed your involvement in a pyramid scheme. "Oh.", said Aaron, and his fucking eyes showed you he was full of pure mirth. "That's interesting."

"You're friends with both Nate and Maddy?", questioned Mrs Jacobs, as if trying so desperately to figure out your intentions for her baby boy.

"I'm friends with Maddy, and have been for... basically my whole life. And, yeah, I guess now I'm friends with Nate for the project. I don't get why it's so-"

"She's pretending to be her friend, Mom, alright? It's a childhood loyalty thing, but no one likes Maddy, she's a fu- she's not likeable."

Oh, so now Nate could suddenly write out your entire story and replace it with a script of his own making?

Acting as if she'd just dodged a cancer scare, she placed her hand on her chest, sighing in relief. "Thank god. You could've said that, dear. I was worried for a moment there."

You looked back down at the food. You couldn't shake the feeling that your lack of response had been a form of betrayal, though it was rooted in fear.

"So you and Nate are friends?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

I don't know, Aaron, why do people befriend psychopaths? To save their own asses, of course.

"I mean... what do I even say to that?", you laughed, and it was supposed to mock him, but it just showed how nervous you really were. Fuck. Blood in shark-infested waters. "I guess he's... a nice guy, so, y'know."

Even you didn't believe that. Even NATE didn't believe that.

"That's a new one."

You nodded, clearing your throat as you continued to work on slicing up your steak. All three Jacobs men watched the piece go into your mouth and you wanted to throw it right back up.

"You think he's hot?"

"What?"

"Nate. My lil' bro. You think he's hot?"

"Aaron, honestly!", muttered his mother, shaking her head as if this was all just a playful banter session. "Stop it. Nate said they're friends, so they're friends."

Your phone buzzed.

'I really didn't know they'd be here.'

'Shut up.'

'Ur doing great.'

'I said shut up.'

'Lol.'

"Nate, didn't you tell her we've got a strict no-phones-at-the-table rule?"

You stuffed the phone back in your pocket, as well as any hope you'd get out of this house anytime soon.

"I mean, you're a total smokeshow. And he's..."

"Aaron."

Aaron smirked through his chewing, winking at you. "Well, he's attracted to smokeshows. Total match. But you're, what, a cheerleader? That's his real type."

"No, I'm not a cheerleader."

He sucked in breath, sharply, tutting as he shaked his head. "Tough luck."

"Aaron.", warned Nate, sucking his teeth. "Shut up."

"I'm just saying. It's not surprising he hasn't dicked you down yet."

THAT escalated fast.

"Aaron! No cussing at the table, and especially not in front of guests.", hissed Mrs. Jacobs, as if her youngest son's entire vocabulary didn't consist of the word 'fuck'. "I'm sorry, he gets like this when he teases his brother."

"Or maybe he... oh, wait, didn't he invite you here alone first?", mused Aaron, frowning in mock curiosity.

Nate's hand found your knee under the table, patting the side of it as if he could tell you were losing it. There was some kind of psychological warfare underfoot, and you weren't in on the joke, the origin or the punchline. You were being blindsided. Let it go. Fuck what his eyes told you, you'd fucking riot if you didn't get out of there right now.

Cal, who'd been perfectly silent for all this time, leaned back in his chair, his fork down and apparently, his booze-filled blood shooting up. "I'm curious, too. In more polite words than that. Why are you and Y/N just friends?"

Okay, this was clearly not your jurisdiction. This treatment was not because he'd, like, broken curfew or something.

"Dad, we're just partners. Project partners."

"Shame. She's a knockout."

Okay, Aaron saying that was creepy enough.

"No, seriously, Y/N, you're really beautiful. Nate couldn't do better if he tried." Sounded backhanded, and it probably was. "If you're not attracted to him, it's kind of an insult to me, isn't it?", he inquired, innocently, his eyes twinkling. "Aren't I good looking?"

"What the fuck are you guys doing?" It was weird seeing Nate playing the white knight in your story and not the dragon, but hey, you'd take it.

"I mean...", continued Cal, taking a bite of his food, all the while gazing at you. "Unless your issue is just with his personality. Because then..."

What. The. Fuck.

"Y'know.", said Cal, offhandedly, as if the entire fucking table didn't know what he was implying. "Just food for thought."

"What the fuck are you guys doing?", he repeated, his voice sounding more strained by the minute.

"Nate."

"No, Mom, I will fucking cuss, if they're sitting here being fucking assholes about it!"

"Don't you DARE talk to me like that, son!", yelled Cal, and suddenly, you felt like a voyeur zooming in on someone else's life, someone else's argument, someone else's issues.

Aaron lifted up his hands in defense, standing up as well. "Hey, man, I'm just saying. You're disappointing men everywhere if you don't hit that."

"Oh, you're one to talk, you bitchless waste of FUCKING space."

"One goddamn night! One goddamned night without this bullshit, please!"

"Oh, come on, Marsha, you know full fucking well you're no innocent here! You've raised these boys up so goddamn weak that they can't even fucking do their own laundry, and CLEARLY can't fucking learn RESPECT!"

Evidently the no-cuss-rule was out.

Nate's hand slammed down on the table next to you so hard your plate shook, and suddenly, you wished you had shown up in lingerie. At least the mother would've kicked you out as soon as you'd walked in.

Your eyes stayed on your fork, the shitty fucking steak, and you waited. For what, you didn't know. But eventually, Nate sat back down, and so did the other two Jacobs men.

Okay. Phew.

And then Nate muttered 'faggot', and suddenly, Aaron was ushering you into a room - Nate's room, he informed you, in a hurry - and you were locked in. Screams, the sound of things slamming on the floor, and a distinct crack ensued.

FUCKING CHRIST.

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The light from the living room beamed into the room with the monogrammed pillows -pathetic, you had to remember to mock him for it later- about twelve minutes later.

You knew that because you'd been keeping track.

The entire evening was surrounded by a lack of clarity, and after whatever had happened out there that you were not allowed to be privy to, thankfully , you were now completely in the dark as to what the whole stiff, insinuation during dinner was all about. What, they thought you guys were hooking up, was that it?

But all that just dissipated once you saw Nate standing in the doorway, looking at you as if he had just accidentally broken your favourite toy on the playground at five years old. And he was even drunker than he was before.

And once more, you allowed your heart to break for Nate Jacobs.

Wait, no, scratch that.

Your heart broke for him, with none of your own volition. It just fucking happened.

"Are you okay?" What you were really asking was 'did he hurt you?', but you didn't say it.

He didn't respond, and instead took cautious steps toward you, as though you were a bomb he'd never learnt to dismantle before.

But the caution wore off quite fast, because suddenly, your hands were stroking his hair and he was clinging onto you like a vine. Or a python with its prey. TBD.

He kept muttering things into the crook of your neck, things that vaguely resembled 'I'm sorry', but, I mean, it was Nate.

That was usually followed by some kind of blackmail, right?

Blackmail, not pained moments when his mind led him to thoughts that made him grip tighter onto you, like the hug was his lifeline. RIGHT?

"I'm so fucking sorry."

Evidently, you'd heard him right the first time.

"It's okay. Shh. It's okay." At this point there was nothing else you could do except lie to him.

"I fucking hate him, he's a fucking asshole!", he grunted, his words muffled but strong in your hair.

"It's fine, I wasn't offended." You understood. People are weird when drunk. Not usually asking a minor to fuck them kind of weird, but maybe that was just your lack of exposure.

He pushed you away, looking at you as if you'd just suggested cannibalism or something even more sickening. "It's fine? You weren't offended? Y/N, my dad literally asked to fuck you! What, do you want him to, is that why you were looking at him like that?"

'He's sloshed, he's sloshed, he's sloshed.' , you reminded yourself, lest you punch him again.

"Nate-"

"No. I have a question.", he said, closing his eyes and then opening them wide for a moment. This told you that the liquor had just pierced his skull. "You- You fuck Shane Crestin, the biggest fucking cunt in the world, you wanna fuck my DAD, but you won't fuck ME?", he asked, his voice increasing in decibel and his finger repeatedly slamming against his chest, like he apparently wanted to do to you.

SLOSHED, SLOSHED, SLOSHED. Remember.

"Nate, I didn't fuck Shane, I don't want to fuck your dad, and I- I don't wanna fuck anyone!"

"Why not ME? Do you not like me? You think I'm a prick? I'm not good enough for your whore ass?"

"Nate, I'm just-"

"HOW ARE YOU SO FINE WITH MY DAD WANTING TO FUCK YOU?!"

"I'm not! It makes me sick, but-"

"SO WHY WON'T YOU SAY HE'S AN ASSHOLE? SAY IT! SAY IT!"

"Nate-"

"FUCKING SAY IT!"

You almost cried at how fast you had to dodge the lamp that came whizzing your way before crashing and disintegrating against the wall behind you.

It amazed you how you knew that this boy's mother and brother were probably still lingering in the same house, hearing this bullshit, and yet not a peep came out of them. Fucking jerks.

"Nate."

"I swear to god, Y/N, if you don't say it right now-"

"Fine, he's an asshole!"

He looked up at you. He didn't believe it. It's fine, you didn't give a shit anymore. It went without saying, and if he needed you to say it, he was an idiot. "Bullshit."

"You're not apologizing?"

"For what? Yelling? No, I'm not."

Deliberately obtuse, just like always.

Speaking of which, you were a hundred percent sure you'd been grazed at your temple. Your fingers returned from the site with red all over them.

"I could've been hurt." You displayed those fingers to him, right in front of the eyes, so he could better view the same scarlet gore you had to see in his first ever text to you, but he looked at them like you'd showed him his own face in the mirror.

'That's normal', his look said.

"You could've fucked my dad, too, but neither of those things happened tonight." This was what he actually said.

It was like he'd forgotten what happened two seconds ago. Like the shards of glass lying in front of his wall had always been there, and were nothing out of the ordinary.

"Okay, that's fucking it.", you scoffed, shouldering past him on your way out. You'd hoped he wouldn't stop you, but you'd known he would.

"No."

Okay, you'd expected 'wait', or something nicer.

"Shut up, Nate, don't push me."

"You're bleeding. The corner store doesn't have first-aid. I do."

He said it like that was the answer to everything. That you should never have any more questions about his actions.

You let him lead you back to the bed, the silence gnawing at you both. He seemed more than happy to let it devour him whole, seeing as he was tight-lipped and disinterested, almost, when he turned on the light in his bathroom, foraging around for his first-aid kit, or whatever.

He looked like he was about to go batshit for a second time that night, the frantic manner in which he was throwing stuff off his counter to find it, yanking the drawers open so forcefully they'd scream if they could.

Luckily, though, he found the damn thing, tossing it to you from where he stood. Catching it, you opened the box, wordlessly rummaging through for cotton or band-aids or something to keep your hand and eyes - and most importantly, mind - busy.

The cotton sitting nervously in your hand, you took tentative steps into the bathroom, wisely keeping your distance from Nate, who stood still, ruminating on something with one hand still on the drawer's handle.

You stood in front of the mirror.

The mirror lied to you. It always has, always will. Your damage looked minimal, but that was excluding the emotional one.

You looked away from your reflection's eyes to focus on the side of your forehead, and sometimes to your left, at the occassional huff that escaped him.

Mirror-you grimaced just like real-you, as you harshly rubbed at the skin around your cut. So much red.

At this point, it was impossible to avoid your own eyes, those essentially vapid pools of numbness at this point. You didn't know what was going on, and lord knew if you'd understand it even if it was explained to you like a five year old.

Because it couldn't be real. You couldn't be standing right next to the guy who almost maybe blinded you, maybe even KILLED you, had the impact been angled differently.

Your pain only seemed to be getting exacerbated the more cotton you used up. The piece of glass you were trying to remove from your temple was stubborn, like the man who helped transform it from its shape to a shard.

When you finally did remove it, you were quick to try to put a stopper to the gushing blood coming out of it, but the way you did it had you wanting to scream in agony.

"What the hell are you doing? You're supposed to dab, not rub.", he muttered, sucking in his breath sharply as he slapped your hands away, seeming furious at you for not knowing what to do after you get impaled by a piece of broken glass. "The rubbing makes it worse."

His finger turned your jaw toward him, and he snatched the cotton from you before dabbing softly at and around the wound where the little refracting fragment of glass had sat before, and intact, unblemished skin had sat once before that.

Dutifully grabbing a bottle of antiseptic from the first aid box, he tilted it so that it would gently stain the cotton, before pressing it to your temple, shushing you softly as you winced.

Jovially traumatizing what you imagined to be every single cell in the wound, the antiseptic finally fizzled out, its effect no longer sharp and concentrated and debilitatingly painful.

"You're a mess." His voice was so cold, so unkind, so... detached.

You're one to talk.

"Are you going to say anything?" He sounded almost... bored.

You stayed silent. If he thought you were going to give him more things to throw shit at you over, he was sorely mistaken.

He sighed, his jaw ticking slightly. "Y/N."

Your eyes moved away from the mirror behind him and back to his.

He paused his lazy movements to look down at you, your eyes, specifically, before gently bending down so he was suddenly looking up at them.

What that was supposed to achieve was unclear, but what it did affect was your ability to look away.

"I want to hear your voice.", he informed, his eyes moving between yours.

Like a bull craves the muleta.

Glancing down at him, you realized his eyes didn't match his tone. There was something almost dead about them.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Cuss me out, maybe? I don't know. I don't like the quiet."

"Why, 'cause it makes you think?", you scoffed.

"Yes, actually.", he replied, looking at you deadpan. "It does, and that's not really what I wanna do right now, okay?"

He wasn't bored, you realized. He was numb.

"Okay."

"So say something, damn it."

"About what?"

"Y/N. Listen to me when I'm talking to you. I don't give a shit. ANYTHING." He shook your shoulders as if that would cause you to spit out a good conversation in the aftermath of this night.

"Okay, uh... you promised me you'd listen to Queen with me."

He stared at you for a good while before his face softened, just enough for you to wonder if you'd imagined it, and then he frowned. "I did?"

"Yes."

"Then I will."

You nodded. "'Kay."

"Tell me about Queen."

"Look, man, I don't know-"

"Y/N.", he warned, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he reached for a band-aid, eyes never leaving your wound.

"Jeez, fine. Uh, 'We Will Rock You'. 'Bohemian Rhapsody'. 'Another One Bites The Dust'."

"That was them?", he mused softly, the words dying out a little before they reached your ears, as he ripped the cover open with his teeth, then unwrapped the band-aid.

"Yes. Freddie Mercury's the lead singer."

"The one with the teeth?", he inquired, pressing slightly on the band-aid to ensure it stuck.

The sheer dichotomy of what he was doing - cleaning up a wound caused by him that might have killed you- and what he was saying - some quip about the lead singer of some '70's band he'd barely heard of - was astounding.

"Yup." You popped your p, hoping that would echo around the room and fill the silence for long enough that Nate wouldn't pester you to talk again, which was the last thing you felt like doing.

He gazed at your wound for a little while longer before nodding. "Done. Don't touch it for another week, maybe two."

"Okay."

"And I'll get you, like, a blanket or whatever, let me just put this shit back."

"A blanket?"

"Well, yeah. You don't get cold? What are you, superhuman?"

"I'm not staying here. I'm going home."

"Like hell you are.", he laughed dryly, opening his drawer and carefully placing the box back in before moving to the sink again. His hands moved quickly, squeezing paste onto his brush. "Not this late."

You looked down at your watch. "It's nine."

"It's late."

You snorted. "Thought you were the badass curfew-less one. Now you're freaking out about nine p.m?"

Why were you even still talking to this... thing in front of you? Why were you arguing with him? You could just fucking walk out.

He rolled his eyes, his toothbrush being as thorough as possible for a couple minutes before he spat it out, gargling and then turning to look at you. "It's late."

"I'm not spending the night, Nate."

"You a sleep-talker? 'Cause that's crazy shit.", he said, spitting out his mouthwash and wiping with the back of his hand, walking past you as he opened a cupboard, and tossed a heavy-looking duvet down at your feet.

"Nate, I'm not staying over!"

"But the really creepy ones are the sleep-walkers, I'm tellin' you.", he continued, shaking his head as he picked and chose two of his pillows and threw them at your feet, too. "My cousin, back when we were eight, I woke up and found him, like, banging his head on the door. Ouija board shit, bro, I'm tellin' you."

It was clear he was blatantly ignoring you, but what infuriated you the most was that he expected you to sleep on the same floor which was strewn with dangerous, nigh invisible shards of glass.

"Nate!"

"No, seriously, I don't care if it's like, a medical condition or whatever, they're like the fucking Conjuring movie, bro!", he declared, throwing his hands up as he distractedly moved to the other side of his bed, now, checking his phone. "You're not one of 'em, right?"

"You're such a fucking asshole, I'm leaving."

"If you step out that door, I will fucking kill you."

What unnerved you was that his eyes never moved from his phone. This was as casual as his reply to his Mom asking what he wanted for breakfast or something.

Saying he'd kill you was like saying 'pancakes with butter' to him.

"What?"

"I'm going to kill you if you leave." , he huffed, tiredly. And this time, it was clear he really was bored. Bored of the conversation, bored of your resistance, bored.

"You're fucked up."

"Look, sweetie, we've both had a long day-"

"Don't fucking call me that."

He let out a breathy snicker, nodding. Almost like he'd been wondering when you'd call him out on it.

"Fair. Look, bitch, we've both had a long day...", he corrected himself, with a self-satisfied grin, before continuing, "... and I'm not letting you drive home alone with a bleeding forehead."

"I thought you fixed it."

"With the way you're yelling right now, the blood vessel you're about to pop could rip the bandage from the inside out. Look- I- I can't deal with this shit, Y/N, okay? Not tonight. So shut up and close the fucking door."

"My family's expecting me home."

He raised a brow, as if you'd just said something so pathetic he almost felt sorry for you - like you'd just said you still fucking watched Disney Channel, or something. "They know you're here?"

"No." As if.

"Where do they think you are?"

Oh, he'd expected you to have told them you were with another friend. Sorry to disappoint, asshole, but some people aren't as prepared to stay over because their friend had a psycho family.

"I'd rather not talk about it - I don't like to recall my lies."

His eyes widened, and it looked like, for the first time that entire, painful night, he was actually amused, and fuck you for being so pathetic, but you were actually glad you'd mitigated the agony, at least a little bit. "They still think you're at your internship? You didn't tell them?"

"Tell them what? That some jock thinks touching me is his good luck charm, so he stalked me, found out where I worked, and cost me my entire internship by barging in?"

"Or you could've just said your boss was a perv, and you quit."

"He wasn't a perv."

"I'm a guy. I can tell."

Wow, way to dig at an entire gender's ability to perceive danger.

You shook your head, rubbing your forehead. "What is your problem, Nate?"

"I care too much."

You laughed loudly at that, and he looked too tired to even be mad. "I just don't like the thought of you driving home alone at night, okay? Simple as that."

"Then don't think the thought."

"You're staying."

"Like hell I am."

He groaned, putting his phone back down and rubbing his face as he walked towards the front of the bed - towards you. "Why not?"

"Because I don't want to. Because my family-"

He rolled his eyes, reaching into your pocket and grabbing both your wrists to keep you from stopping him as he scrolled through your contacts - god, you had to get a fucking passcode.

"Maddy- no fucking way.", he mumbled, his thumb racing across the screen. "Cassie- one of Maddy's minions, so no- oh. Who's Lex?"

"Alexis."

"Oh, Alexis Howard? Lexi? She'll cover for you, right?"

"Not without telling Cassie. Now give me back my phone!"

"She won't tell Cassie. How's this? 'Lex, tell my family I'm sleeping over at yours, ok? Love you, xoxo!'", he read out, his voice attempting to mimic yours.

"Is that what you think girls talk like?"

"Yeah, with a scary amount of emojis."

"Misogynist."

"Badge of honour, baby. I'm sure Lexi, one of your best gal pals will cover for you."

Yes, of course, but that was besides the point.

"That's not the point-"

"The point is that you don't feel safe enough to fall asleep around me."

"What?"

"That hurts, sweetie."

"You know what else hurts?", you spat, pointing at the band-aid at your temple.

"It'll heal." He was still refusing to apologize.

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"Smash or pass, uh... McKay."

You almost laughed right then and there. "Smash."

"Really?"

You looked up at his ceiling, imagining him up on the bed, judging your smashability-scale.

"Yeah, why not?"

"You could never do it, you know? Realistically. You're not his type."

"Shut up. Smash or pass... Kat."

"Pass. Hard. Pass."

"Why?"

"I should say it's because she's close to Maddy, but you and I both know the real reason is 'cause she's so fucking ugly that-"

"Alright, shut up."

"See, this is the problem with you girls. Just agree. She's ugly."

"I don't think anyone's ugly. I think it's all action-based."

"God, then you must think I'm hideous."

He scoffed at the silence that followed. "Ouch."

"I don't think you're hideous, Nate. Just extremely unattractive."

"Superlatives, really? Y'know, whatever, I deserve it. Uh... smash or pass, Shane."

"Uh... pass."

"Why?" The glee in his voice was evident and mildly amusing.

"He cussed me out after I said the date wasn't going well."

The laughter that escaped Nate seemed to go on for hours on end. "In the middle of the restaurant?!"

"We weren't in a restaurant."

"Where were you guys?"

"He took me to a club or something."

Nate's face came into your peripheral view as he peered over the edge of the bed to face you. "On a first date."

You nodded. "Yup."

"The guy's both a fucking tool and a miserable little cunt. Anything other than a restaurant is fucking unacceptable for a first date."

"I know, even a bowling alley's fine, but a club is stupid, right? I mean, like, at the very least a café."

He nodded, his mouth curling down slightly. "Yeah, at least. Bare minimum."

It was uncomfortable, him looking down at you with pity the same night that his father had embarrassed him and cussed him out. Wasn't right. "Well, whatever. Smash or pass, uh... Rue."

"Rue Bennett? We got history, so, uh, I dunno."

"History?"

"A miscommunication during prom.", he told you, shrugging, but it was clearly something much more serious. "She's hot when she's off the drugs, I guess."

You rolled your eyes and he smiled.

"Hey, Y/N?" He didn't move back to his pillow, instead letting his arms dangle off the edge of the bed as he reached and toyed with a strand of your hair, glancing down at you. "I'll leave you alone after tonight, okay?"

"What?"

"Like, I- tonight? It was... bad. And I'm... I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm, I'm sorry. If you just, y'know, fist-bump me before every game, we'll be good. Okay? I won't bother you outside of that."

See, he said this, but his thumb kept returning to your lower lip every two seconds. You'd be a fool not to take this deal. But you'd be a liar if you said you remembered anything about life before Nate.

"Okay."

"You should get to sleep. It's two."

"What will you do?"

"Try to sleep.", he mumbled, his eyes moving away from you and towards the glass, which lay several feet away from you, on your left - almost like it was trying to reach your heart.

Your eyes followed his, and you sighed. "For the record, I don't want to fuck your dad."

"Yeah. I got that now."

"You gotta stop drinking, man."

He chuckled, nodding. "No. But thanks for the concern." Rolling back over, he left you staring at the ceiling once more, as if there were clues there as to the enigma that was Nate Jacobs.

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When you'd pulled up to your driveway the next morning - Sunday - it hit you that you were free of Nate forever. Last night, you'd have probably not known how to feel about that. This morning? Fucking elated.

You didn't even have to draw out a map, or take a single moment to think it over - every single problem in your life over the last month could be traced to him.

So fucking yay. Good riddance.

And the next day, Monday, you realized something.

School had never been so fucking fun.

Your classes started making more sense, seeing as you no longer had to look over your shoulder for some motherfucker who'd slit his own throat if you didn't go where he wanted. Fucking yay.

No, seriously. That's it. We're done here. No more Nate. End of story.

...

Ha.

So gullible.

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Nights after Nate had always been the hardest.

Because you always found yourself losing your sanity and you knew that the only person who could even remotely get your mind off it was Nate himself.

Maybe that was his allure.

Hurting you then comforting you.

Making you cry then wiping the tears away.

But that night, he wasn't there with a blunt or tequila. Hell, you'd have even taken the gun. And you should've been ecstatic that he'd finally left you the hell alone, but at this point you had no clue what you were supposed to be feeling.

The only thing you could do was block him. Show him how mad you were. In your past experience, that didn't really matter to him, but you were running out of options.

And you probably shouldn't have done that, because you might have gotten a heads up about Tuesday.

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You should've had your guard up as soon as you saw Nate walk into the school library that Tuesday afternoon, his eyes somehow darker than when he'd asked you to your face, no less, if you wanted to bang his father. You had no clue whether you had to hide or just keep doing what you did.

Flight or flight was fucking useless.

But your guard wasn't up, at least not immediately, because it was Nate. Because he may terrify you and almost kill you, but he'd never hurt you, because he just... worked differently. Things that may make someone psychopathic, he thought were normal. No biggie.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't secretly hoping he'd come back to further provoke you, because not-being-mad at him was kind of a grey area for you. It wasn't your usual state of being.

The moment your guard went up, though, was when Aaron walked in behind him. Hands in his pockets. Did he have a knife in there? Money? Or would he just flip you off?

You didn't want to find out, but it also didn't seem like you had much of a choice.

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megumiluvv · 5 months ago

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After Work

Cont: established relationship, Takuma Ino x gn (slightly fem?) reader, pet names (pretty, baby, beautiful, mentions of good boy at the end), praise, handjob (m!recieving), kissing, slight cum eating (you lick it off your hand), teasing about anal, idk how to end fics

Word count: ~700

Masterlist

A/n: I was wanting to write more stuff, especially for Ino <3. Once again, I hope you enjoy the read and I hope I captured his personality decently (even if it’s a smut fic)

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Ino walks into your shared home after another successful yet tiring mission, and sees you preparing to watch a movie.

“Hey, pretty.” He smiles and sits on the couch with you.

“Hey! How’d the mission go?”

“Good, missed your pretty face, though.”

“I’m going to watch our favorite movie again.” You kiss his cheek and sit next to him with the popcorn in your lap, turning on the movie on the living room TV.

“Ooh, nice, I’ve been wanting to watch this lately.” Takuma grins and sets aside his beanie to run his hand through his hair.

The two of you sit close and watch the movie. About halfway through, you get up to set down the popcorn bowl. When you return, the brown-haired sorcerer pulls you close and kisses your cheek. You hum contentedly and press your lips against his. He holds you closer, no longer paying attention to the movie ahead of the two of you.

You slip your tongue into his lips, his own intertwining with yours and fighting for dominance. He explores your mouth and groans softly into your mouth, eating up your small whimpers as you slide your hand down his body. He gasps softly against your lips when he feels your hand slip past his pants.

“Baby, what’re you-” He starts, a groan interrupting his thoughts as your hand palms him through his underwear.

“Shh, baby, you had a long day, let me help you relax.” You whisper and pull off his pants and underwear, his now-hard erection slapping against his lower stomach.

You stroke his pretty cock and kiss him again, swallowing his groans and whines. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands so he rests them on your cheeks, helping to deepen the kiss.

“Shit, pretty,” he groans in between kisses and strokes. “Trying to kill me? Your hand feels so good right now, exactly what I needed after today’s mission.”

“Yeah?” You smile and swipe your thumb over his tip, using the pre as lubricant for your hand. “I’m glad, I want my handsome sorcerer boyfriend to always feel good.”

“You know what’d really make me feel good?”

“Hm?”

“Getting to make you feel good too,” he mumbles before a pretty groan erupts from his mouth. “Or maybe cumming.”

You laugh softly, the sound oh so sweet to his ears and bringing him closer to his impending climax.

“Shit, baby, your voice does things to me,” he groans. “Gonna waste my load too soon if you laugh like that.”

“Maybe I want to watch that.” You smile softly and press more kisses into his lips and cheeks.

He continues to groan and moan into your lips, the pleasure you’re giving him too much to keep quiet about.

“Boy, you sure are noisy tonight.” You grin and kiss him. “Maybe I should add some attention to your little hole down here.”

His eyes widen and he moves his head to look at you. “Babe, I- fuck- I don’t know if we should be having this talk when I’m about to explode onto your hands.”

You giggle and move off of the couch and to your knees. “Maybe it’ll speed up the process.”

“Fuck- I don’t- god, your hands feel so good- I don’t think I’ll need my ass touched to cum faster.”

“No? Well maybe after you cum here, I’ll touch your ass later, how about that?”

He groans and tilts his head back. “W-we’ll discuss after I cum, okay beautiful?”

“Mhmmm,” You hum and jerk him off faster.

“Fuck, pretty, I’m gonna-” his sentence gets interrupted by his orgasm, beautiful white streams falling onto your hand.

You gently pull away from his softening cock, gently bringing your hand to your mouth to clean his little mess. You grab a towel and wipe his thighs off, then sit on his lap and press kisses to his face.

“You always do so much for us,” you whisper. “Nanami trained my boyfriend well.”

“Don’t say it like that, he didn’t train me,” Takuma mumbles in embarrassment.

You giggle softly and press a chaste kiss against his lips. “No? But you’re such a good boy.”

“Baby, don’t make me hard again, I don’t want to try butt stuff right now.”

You giggle again and wrap your arms around him, turning off the movie and going to the room with him. “No butt stuff for tonight.”

#ino takuma smut #ino smut #takuma ino smut #ino takuma #takuma ino #ino takuma x reader #takuma ino x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut

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tonixe · 1 year ago

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"Oh Micheal..."

notes: I'm back and for real this time, school kicked my ass and I'll going to try to answer all the requests and publish all of them, sorry guys for not uploading xx.

PTS: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, MIGHT BE LATE OR EARLY.

warning: smut, p in the v, creampie, readers a virgin, non-con to semi-con, penetration, and BJ.

pairing: micheal myers x fem!reader

word counter: 2.2k

The old rusty clock, the arms of the clock moving to what you think is taking its sweet time. Laying down your head on your desk, looking at your friend who was sitting to the right of you, Laurie Strode. You guys knew it each other since middle school, and your moms are parents too which put some relations between you guys.

Finally, the bell rang as you got up took your books, and walked to Laurie who was just packing up like you, "Laurie, what are you doing on Halloween night?" I asked, putting my back on the side of my shoulder, and leaning down on her desk. "Im going to babysit Tommy today, he's my neighboorhood' kid, and they're going to be busy this Halloween," Laurie muttered before you guys started walking out of the classroom to the the hallway. It was usually loud during between periods, but it was the end of the day. -And it was Halloween, "So, what are you going to do this Halloween?" I heard Laurie mention, turning my head towards her realizing I virtually didn't have any plans this year, I was too old for trick or treating and I wasn't going to some dumb Halloween party being hosted.

"Hm, never thought about it before.." I said, looking down the hallway, it was pretty packed with people getting their stuff out of their locker. "Maybe I'll just hang out with you while you babysit, don't wanna be alone on Halloween" I exclaimed, "So.. you're just going to watch some Halloween movie with the kid and give him snacks and shit like that," I asked.

"Probably" She giggled, "maybe some jack o' lanterns if he's lucky," she said, we walked out of the school building, hearing Lynda screaming out names, as she got to us. She was heaving, leaning back, "Where the hell were you guys going?" She exclaimed, "Home" I looked at Laurie and we laughed together, "Come on guys" She groaned, and we walked down the pavement, to the street crossing to our high school.

Haddonfield was a quiet place until 1963, with a kid named Micheal who murdered his own sister, i heard of it everywhere. Different stories and various, it was cruel. I learned from it with my dad's old newspapers, with the letter bold of what the young elementary kid did. "HEY," We heard some yelling again, before Lynda lit her cigarette, smoking it. She turned her head, "It's Annie" She said, "You guys didn't wait for me at all" She yelled, "We did, like 15 minutes and you totally did show" Before we started walking again, Lynda and Annie sharing a cigarettes, as she shared what happen.

"Paul really dragged you to the locker room" I giggled, "Yeah, and he got grounded so he won't be coming over to mine tonight" She blew out the smoke from her lips. "Laurie whatcha thinking about?" I asked, "I forgot my chemistry book!" she groaned, rubbing her head. "So what! I forgot all my books, like my math book, chemistry, English, and more" Lynda started ranting, "Even my French book" She giggled. Before a car started driving across the road, grabbing Laurie's attention, I noticed looking at the direction she was looking at, "Isn't that Van Grahm?" Lynda said, "I don't think so.." Laurie whispered.

"I think he's cute" She smiled out, as we all watched the car drive before Annie said something, "Hey jerk! Speed kills!" She yelled before we noticed the car stopping in its tracks. My heart was beating fast against my chest, waiting for something to happen before it started driving.

"Phew" I muttered, "Sometimes Annie you're going to get us in some deep trouble," Laurie said.

"Totally," Lynda said. Before we all started walking down the pavement.

I was at Laurie's house sitting down on the couch, she was babysitting a kid named Tommy Doyle, and he was glued to the TV screen watching some kid Halloween movie, i was bored so I watched some of it.

I heard the doorbell ringing as I got up from the couch walking to the door, "I'll get it, Laurie!" Looking into the peephole, it was Annie and her little sister. I opened the door, "It's Annie and her sister" I yelled out, "I didn't know you were going to be here Annie" I said, "Yeah, just need my sister to be here, so I can go to Paul's place" She said, "I thought he was grounded?" I questioned, "he is but his parents are going to be out" She gave me a sneaky smile.

I and Annie were in the middle of a conversation after that Annie left to go back to her house, I put on some different Halloween movies as I walked to the kitchen with Laurie preparing the jack o' lanterns, "Those are so good jack o' later" I pointed at the pumpkins, "Thanks" she said, "Could you make some popcorn for Tommy and Lindsay?" She asked, "Sure" I took some of the microwave popcorn popping it into the microwave setting the timer, before leaning back on the counter.

"So this is how you're going to spend your whole Halloween" I asked, "Yeah, but it's a little fun" She confessed, "How is taking care of two brats fun?"

"I don't know maybe because I have something to do" She shrugged

We spoke until we heard yelling from Tommy, Me and Laurie ran to the living room, "Boogeyman!" He screamed before he grabbed our attention, I rushed to him, "Where?" I said, looking at the window he was pointing to, "Y/N, did you add anything?" she asked, as she held Lindsay, "Nope, nothing there Tommy" I said, "Oh, stop Tommy stop that, there no one there" Laurie said,

"Nobody believes me" Tommy muttered, "I do Tommy," Lindsay said, as they sat down on the couch. Some part of me believed what Tommy said, especially with all the mysterious things that were happening around Haddonfield, "Is there a boogeyman" I whispered looking through the blinds, before I stepped back and sat down on the sofa. A few minutes passed and I got stuck watching some random movie with the kids. The phone started ringing and Laurie got up to answer it, "Are you fooling around again?" she put her hand on her hips before her eye faltered, "I'll kill if this is a joke" I turned my head, "Annie" she repeated to the phone before she quickly put the phone back on the charge.

"Who called?" I asked, "Annie" she said, looking at the window before trying to call her again. "Hold on, could you watch them for me?"

"Sure," I said. A few minutes passed before I looked at the time, "Okay, guys it's time to go to bed" I said, "But it's so early" Tommy groaned, "Well, you guys should be up to date, now bed, now" I watched them as they got up the stairs going to a room, "Now, where the hell is Laurie" I whispered.

I watched some TV, waiting for her, almost falling asleep, I heard banging from the door, and Laurie screaming from behind, I quickly opened it as she shut the door behind her locking it and turning off the lights. Running the phone, putting in the policy number. Her clothes were ripped and she was scared, "Laurie, what happened?" I asked worriedly. She put down the phone, becoming more frantic. "Where's Tommy and Lindsay?"

"There sleeping, right now" I said, stretching my arms, "Laurie what the hell to you?" I pointed to her clothing. "Tommy was right, something is outside" she heaved pushing me down as she was down hiding behind the couch, before she saw a figure. There were armed with a bloody knife, I screamed, backing up before Laurie stabbed the intruder with a large crochet needle. "What the fuck" my eye widen, my heart pounding.

"Come" Laurie grabbed my hand, and we ran some else to the house, hiding from the intruder, "W-what is going on.." I whispered, "Be quiet" she whispered back. Hearing footsteps creeping, the hit didn't affect him. "I'll going to be right back," she said, quietly getting away from where you were, I was scared my heart to my chest.

I held my breath as he got closer, before I saw his knife beside me, I screamed before running up the stairs, my legs had never gone that fast before, I ran upstairs locking the door behind me, before I leaned back, a knife was inserted. As I screamed, crawling back further down. The shadow broke the door as I saw up and personal, he had a white mask with hair and was in a coverall.

"Please," I said, feeling tears on my cheeks, as I crawled back, "please, I won't tell anyone," I said, as he got closer to me his knife in hand, before stopping. I looked up at him, I couldn't see anything but the window did something showing his big shadow.

I felt my body trembling, as I breathed in. I didn't know what to do, looking at him. "What do you want.." I yelled, he didn't respond to me, blankly staring at me.

An idea came into my head and made me feel shameful for doing it but I crawled towards him and looked at him, he didn't lower his knife it seemed like he was frozen in the same position he had before.

My hands were on the waist part of his pants before I felt his hand grabbing mine, I was scared but he released them. Maybe what I had in my head was right, pulling his pants fully down. There was an evident bulge poking out. I held my breath, my thighs rubbing against each other, it was huge.

I had second thoughts of doing it but it looked like he wanted it.

Taking off his boxer revealing his cock sprang out, and the tip was red. I bit my lip, looking up at him, there wasn't a response just silence. Licked the pre-cum oozing out, looking up, he was just staring at me. I started taking him into my mouth, my jaw got tired, felt it hitting the back of my mouth, and it wasn't fully in. Tears on my waterline, before I felt some hands on the back of my head, shoving his dick into my mouth.

Some saliva dripped out of my mouth, breathing through my mouth. I heard his groans, as he kept face fucking me. I put my hands on his thighs, trying to stabilize before I felt hot loads going down my throat before he released his hands over me. I gasped, breathing. My salvia connects to the pink tip of his dick.

Rubbing my legs, feeling my cunt getting wetter, looking up at the intruder. It felt shameless that I was getting horny off of this, rubbing myself. Feeling his hands on me, he forcefully took off my panties underneath my skirt, flipping my skirt up and revealing my cunt. The cold air hitting it made me feel tense. I propped my elbows on the floor, "Wait, please!" I cried out, feeling a sharp pain inside of me, making my body jolt up.

I whimpered out in pain, feeling his large hands on my hips. Thrusting up into my g-stop, making me moan, turning my head. My walls spasming around his cock, his hips smacking into my pelvis, making my moans tremor. "F-fuck" I groaned.

My body jolted with every rhythmic smack to my pelvis. I didn't know why I enjoyed it, I should be in fear by now, but I'm just savoring every moment. Feeling a hot sensation in my lower core, feeling his cock hitting my stop, making me bend my back.

Before I saw a white flash in my eyes, a loud moan ripped out of my throat, I gripped the sheets beneath me. "P-please" I whispered, my eyes feeling heavy. He didn't stop, thrusting into me, making me bend in a sort of way. My skin felt sticky with sweat on my body, I breathed out and in. His rhythm getting sloppier, feeling his hand on my legs.

Lifting them, as he plunges into me, his groans getting louder. feeling him inside of me in parts I didn't know existed. Bending over in ecstasy. Before I felt hot loads inside of me, making me hot.

My chest rose slowly, my eyes looking at him lazily. "Please.." I whispered, his grip still on me. I felt his dick soften inside of me.

Feeling his grasp coming off me, I put my head down. My body feeling tired, and before I felt myself closing my eyes. The last thing I saw was the intruder leaving, I tried to get him but he disappeared.

the only thing I saw when I woke up was Laurie, she had a towel wrapped around my body, the police checking the house and a doctor, I think his name was Mr. Loomis was with us.

"What did he do to you" I heard Laurie whisper to me, I didn't say anything just look at the house, which soon filled with police officers. I felt something dripping down my leg, squeezing my leg. I remember the shameful thing I did with him, biting my lip.

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white-poppie · 10 months ago

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VROOM'ING INTO YOU HEART ⎯⎯ ♡ biker!Getou x reader

Synopsis: a surprise, late night, romantic date with your Biker bf Getou at a silent beach with just two of you, the sea and the moon Genre: FLUFF!! Warnings: fluff so cute you will want to take a bath with your toaster, also sugu being all breathy n' shit.. (twirls hair) wc: 0.9k+

Getou’s standing outside your house, leaning on his voguish bike. The steel of the bike glints like dark tides under the moonlight; a fitting imagery for the way his bike glides on the road like the lapping ocean torrents.

He's clad in a turtleneck, hugging his pectorals like a vice, dark leather pants topped by his signature biker-gear, leather jacket.

And of course, his air tied in his hslf up, half down, signature Suguru man bun.

His gaze is stuck to the screen of his phone, eyebrows furrowed in a soft arch. Behind him are two helmets, perched prettily on the bike. A larger black one for him and a white one for you.

As soon as Suguru hears the door close open, he puts his phone inside his pocket, greeting you with a soft lift of his lips into a smile.

"Took you long enough," he jests, walking a step closer such that he just has to peer down a bit to graze his nose against yours. The smell of his label perfume permeating through the air

You smile and point at your pretty outfit, styled hair and makeup. He chuckled, gloved hand coming to your face to gently caress your cheek. Cute excuse, nonetheless he accepts.

Getou hums a random love song, taking the helmet from the seat, putting it on your head, adjusting it to your size. A soft smile on his face as he peers down at at you from the bottom of his lashes, his arms flexing in the tight material of his turtleneck.

“Ready.” You exclaim and he tsks, smacking the helmet gently like you would a naughty cat.

“Not ready, you wanna freeze in the cold or sum’?” He crosses his arms and locks down at you as he clicks his helmet on, his eyes glinting through the helmet vizier; you can never miss the tender glow in them when he looks at you, nothing else.

Suguru removed his leather jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, his wooden turtleneck enough an insulator for him. “There you go, you look even prettier when you show me off.” He him, mounting his bike and lets you to the same.

“Okay backpack, here we go.”

“Hey!” You retaliate at the nickname and he just sniggers, looking back at you as you mount the bike too.

He revs up the engine, gearing the bike with a slight jerk which causes your body to lurch forward and hit his back. Sly mf. Sighing you wrap you arms around his waist and he smirks, turning the gear as the engine revves alluringly as you drive off into the night.

The wispy air hits your face making you shiver as you rest your head against his back. He chuckles slightly, the muscles of his back relaxing involuntarily as the engine hums in the night.

"Hold on tight," he says and takes a sharp turn that has you clinging to the fabric of his jacket for your dear life. His low voice muffled against the roar of the engine and sizzle of the night air against your helmet. His low laugh rumbles through the night.

"Where are we going? Sugu?” you scream, his perfume musk wafting through the the harsh air.

“Just somewhere.” He mumbles, kicking off, speeding off into the night.

You both come to stop at a beach, getting off the bike and handing the helmet to him. You wrap his jacket tighter around yourself, eyes fluttering at the seascape. The moonlight shines on the waves that stir and hit the rocks, silvery sand and dark waters.

Suguru hops off the bike, his dark eyes just calmly looking at you, the moonlight reflecting in your irises, your pretty lips parted as you look at the sea. You would kill him one of these days with how pretty you are.

He looks at you as you take small dazed steps towards the shore, taking out you phone and then clicking a few pictures. He follows suit, his hair blowing in the wind.

You look over at him, he's literally the ocean, dark, silvery, soothing and albeit dangerous. You hear a soft crunch under your shoes and bend down to see some sea shells, scraping them from the sand, you hold them in your palm and Suguru chuckles breathily.

Eventually squatting to help you pick some shells, his thick fingers searching through the sand, trying to find the uncracked ones in the dim light. It were a silent 5 minutes, eventually the two of you collected enough to fill the pockets of his jacket.

The two of you sit on sand, side my side, knees drawn to your chests. Your arm is flush against his, sighing as you play with his hair and he lets you.

"Having fun, angel?" he asks softly and you chuckle, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"So much fun, Sugu. Thank you for bringing me here." You say, looking into his eyes as they gleam with adoration when you peck him.

Getou reaches over and grabs your jaw slightly, your eyes flashing with the sight of your hairtie that he always keeps on his wrist, before pulling you close. He presses his lips flush against yours, your trembling fingers gravitate towards his face, you can feel his skin heat up.

"M' pretty baby." He whisper, parting only slightly. His eyes flicker up from your lips into your eyes, a soft, breathy chuckles leaves his throat at the lovesick look in your eyes.

"Are you trying to make me over heat?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tilt you chin upwards. Getou smiles, his silver ringsand that one chain you gifted him on your 3 month anniversary, glowing in like moonlight shimmering upon the surface and you are underwater.

"Is it working?" He smirks, before he leans in again, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

He's the ocean in the night, and you are drowning.

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studiousbotanist · 1 year ago

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lynnmanda

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jjunieworld · 7 months ago

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── cat-dog! ‧⁺◟🐈 `╌ ៹

pairing: yang jungwon x gn!reader

genre: fluff, strangers to ???, dog walker!reader, slice of life, college au (though not in college), jungwon has a cat

synopsis: you’re a broke college student taking up dog walking to mainly to scrounge up some extra cash. out on one of your walks, a guy runs up to you and asks if you happen to also walk cats. of course you say yes, you need the money, but you didn’t except to end up losing his said cat.

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author's note: i mainly wrote this so i could get my motivation back with writing lmao… this writer’s block is really killing me. i don’t know what to do about it :(( and yes, i did add some of the other member’s dogs in here lmaoo but i hope you all enjoy!! ♡

being a dog walker for mainly rich and snobby upper class people wasn’t how you expected to spend your free time, but it paid well. and you desperately needed the money. being a college student didn’t pay well—it didn’t pay at all actually.

you were in the middle of wrangling the group of dogs currently dragging you down the street when one of them suddenly jerked, making you accidentally drop it’s leash. “layla, come back!” you shouted in distress. the fluffy dog took off running towards an unfamiliar guy at full speed.

jogging over to the guy just as layla jumped up on him, shocking the guy into laughter, you continued shouting for her. “i’m so sorry!” you stammered—a little out of breath. the guy gave you a big smile as he handed you the leash. “oh, it’s okay. don’t worry about it!” he said softly, bending down to pet the happy dog. the other dogs surrounding you sniffed at his legs and whacked you with their tails.

you apologized again before continuing on your walk down the street with the dogs. after taking a couple steps, you heard, “hey, wait!” turning in question, the guy ran up to you and made his wait through the crowd of dogs.

“do you by chance walk cats?” the guy asked.

“walk cats?” you asked in pure confusion. the guy nodded a little, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. “i know it’s a bit of an odd request, but i heard that taking cats on walks are good for them!” he ran a hand through this hair a bit nervously, which you found endearing. you shrugged a little, a small smile coming to your face. you do need the money.

“you know what? yeah. i do walk cats,” you replied. how hard could it be? it was just a cat. if anything, you’d probably be carrying it the entire time—which you didn’t really mind.

the two of you started talking about your rates and settled for you walking his cat this weekend. “i’m jungwon,” the guy said as he held his hand out to you. you took it, giving it a firm shake with a smile. “y/n,” you said back.

it turns out walking a cat was actually very hard. in fact, you were so bad at it that you debated on this whole dog walking thing to begin with.

the beginning of the walk actually wasn’t bad. jungwon’s cat, a brown cat named bear, was in the front leading the pack. he was closely followed by layla and gaeul. it wasn’t that big of a cat, maybe only a year old.

a squirrel had ran in front of him and the cat suddenly got free of it’s leash and took off towards some bushes near a house. you sighed deeply as you called the cat’s name and took off after it, mainly being dragged by the dogs thinking you’re having a race. it was unbelievable that you’ve managed to take a cat on a walk and even more unbelievable that you lost the said cat.

your heart raced as you pushed branches around looking for bear only to come up empty. what were you going to tell jungwon, that you lost his cat because it went after a squirrel on a walk with mostly dogs? even you wouldn’t believe yourself if you heard that come out your mouth.

you had looked for a good twenty minutes and still couldn’t find the brown cat. you took in another deep breath as you pulled out your phone to call jungwon to break the bad news. after a few rings, you heard his voice over the phone.

“hi jungwon, it’s y/n! i- uh-… i have some bad news. i kinda lost your cat?” you formed as a question. jungwon repeated your words, “you kinda lost my cat?” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you and explained the whole squirrel incident. jungwon’s laugh filled your ears and you smiled slightly. “where are you? i’ll help you find him.”

the two of you alternated between looking for his cat and looking after the dogs you were supposed to be walking. it took you both an hour to find him. bear kept jumping from bush to bush and having you run around the whole neighborhood looking for him.

you breathed a sigh of relief when jungwon came up from the bush with the brown cat in his arms. the cat immediately snuggled up to him and closed its eyes. “looks like someone had a rough day of hiding from us,” jungwon laughed as he pet bear, walking towards your direction.

“i’m really sorry for all of this jungwon,” you apologized again. this was all so embarrassing. you’ve been apologizing to jungwon since you met him. jungwon grinned at you, “you can make it up to me by letting me take you out for lunch.” heat rose to your cheeks as a shy smile spread across your face. you nodded, “it’s a date!”

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mustainegf · 6 months ago

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hey! I’m the person that wrote about RIP era Dave. Istg you’re the best writer on this app like wtf???? Can you write Dave coming from your home and he’s hella horny and fucks you limp? Ilysm,

-Amy

Hiii Amy!!! I assume you mean the short skirt fic, I had SO MUCH FUN writing that one, I’d love to be friends !! :) love you!!!

As I sat on the edge of our bed, the anticipation of Dave's return from recording with his band tingled through me like tiny electric sparks. The clock ticked away each second, each one feeling like an eternity until I'd hear his footsteps bounding up the stairs. And then, there it was, the sound I'd been waiting for-his voice calling out, "baby?"

With a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, I called back, "I'm in the bedroom!" And just like that, he was there, his presence filling the room with a warmth that swallowed me whole.

"Hey gorgeous," he greeted me, his eyes alight with happiness, as if seeing me was the best part of his day. And before I could even process his words, his lips found mine, igniting a fire within me with each passionate kiss.

"What's gotten into you?" I managed to giggle between kisses, feeling my heart fluttering like a butterfly in my chest.

"I've been thinking about you all day," he muttered agaisnt my lips.

"Oh really?" I joked, brushing his cheek. "What were you thinking about?" I purred.

Dave crawled into bed with me, still kissing around my jaw and neck. "Your face.. body…. how sexy you look when I fuck you," he grinned.

I chuckled, low and sultry as I laid back, letting his mouth work on my delicate skin. "Mmm what else?" I asked softly, running a hand through his hair.

"Come onnn, tell me." I whined, reaching down to palm his strained bulge.

Dave moaned softly before speaking.

"How badly I want to taste you... feel your tight little pussy around my cock." He bit my bottom lip gently before moving to nibble on my ear. "It's been killing me all day."

Fuck, he always knew how to get me wet.

I reached to help him tug his jeans off, both of stripping each other down.

The soft brush of his fingertips against my core had me moaning almost immediately, as I kicked off my underwear.

Dave moved to sit back on his heels, giving himself time to study me. My thighs quivered from the desire pulsating through me, as he stroked his thick cock.

Even I could tell he had been hard for a while, he was red and throbbing. "Someone's been worked up for a while huh?" I teased.

Dave only smiled, sliding his length through my folds, my sticky fluids coating his desperate cock.

Then he slid inside, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrust into me. I gasped in pleasure as he began rocking into me, picking up speed until we were both panting.

"Jesus, that's it, been wanting to be inside you all day," Dave groaned, his thrusts demanding.

His body was shaking with effort, his mouth clamped over mine as he fucked me mercilessly. I felt so full, yet his girth stretched me in a way that felt amazing.

"I jerked off in the bathroom at the studio, and it still didn't help," Dave admitted with a grin, his hips slamming into mine. "Just needed to be in you.."

His words only made my core tighten.

"Let me hear those pretty moans, honey," Dave said under his breath.

"Ah yeahhh.." I cried out, loving his dirty talk. He did this so well, always talking in a hushed tone, making me feel extra dirty. In turn, it drove him wild.

I loved watching his eyes roll back, his head tossing as he fucked me senseless.

This was why we never needed words, because our actions spoke volumes louder than any word could.

"Fuck, I love you so much baby," he growled. Those words always hit me deep in the heart, every single time.

"Love you too, Dave," I whispered. Just hearing them, sent another shockwave through me, causing me to come undone. "Oh fuck, that's it! "

I wailed, I could tell that Dave was close, hit movements becoming increasingly sloppier.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, can you finish me off baby?" Dave whined, pulling out of me and stroking himself.

I sat up quickly, taking his cock in my hand. He was pulsing harder than ever before, he sure had been worked up all day. I stroked him quickly, his length lined with my cum.

I quivered as I took his tip in my mouth, tasting myself on his twitching cock. "That's it, fuck! Just a little longer." Dave groaned.

I bobbed up and down, licking and sucking the tip until Dave exploded. He shot ropes after ropes of come onto my tongue, swallowing every drop of him.

Dave chuckled as he gave himself a few strokes, letting the last of his cum drip into my mouth.

"Such a good girl."

Dave fell on the mattress next to me. I nudged to his side, cuddling into his shoulder. "Did that help?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes.." He panted, kissing my forehead. "I don't think I can walk.." I giggled.

“Mm, good," he laughed, pulling me closer.

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luvyeni · 2 years ago

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hey lovee can you do a "giving a handjob to the dreamies" please ? love you <33

—｛🎂｝GIVING THEM A HANDJOB; W/ NCT DREAM

pairings. OT7!dream x fem!reader

wc. 0.4k

warnings. handjob, light sommo, shower activites, public settings?

synopsis. different scenarios of giving nct dream and handjob

—｛🍰｝... MARK ⋮ !

you watched your boyfriend exit the bathroom , a towel wrapped around his waist ,water dripping down his abs. "you up baby, i didn't mean to wake you." he bent down kissing you.

"you didn't wake me." you sat up , slipping your hand through the towel. "baby , you know i have to be at practice, we can't right now." he hissed as you grabbed his cock. "but you're hard , i just wanted to help you before you left." you pouted stroking his cock, he looked down at you, cursing , letting the towel fall. "fuck baby, hurry so i wont be late."

his head was knocked back , lip between his teeth as you stroked his red cock. "fuck , baby just a little more , im gonna cum." you bent down , putting his tip into your mouth , as he came . "ngh, fuck! " he looked down at you as you swallowed his cum, showing him.

"fuck baby you're gonna kill me , i don't even want to into work anymore"

—｛🍰｝... RENJUN ⋮ !

you woke up to your boyfriend rutting his cock against your ass , you smirked turning to face him , your hand , travelling down to his pajamas pants , slipping your hands into his underwear, grabbing his hard cock.

he whined in his sleep , bucking up into your hand. "p..please." he moaned in his sleep , grinding up into your hands. his eyes began to flutter open as you kissed and nipped at his neck. "b..baby?" he moaned realizing what was going on. "you were having a naughty dream."

"fuck baby im gonna cum." his hips stuttered as he came into your hands , making a mess in his pajamas. "fuck baby , good morning." he kissed your lips , making his way under the covers , pulling down your pants , kissing your clothed clit.

"how about i pay you back."

—｛🍰｝... JENO ⋮ !

"baby , im playing the game right now." he whispered as your hand slipped into his pants. "you can stil play , just pretend im not here." you smirked , pulling his cock from his shorts , spitting on to his tip , he hissed. "shit."

you smirked , stroking his cock as he had to come up with an excuse to whoever he was playing with. "sh..shut the fuck up and play the game you didn't hear anything." he glared at you , as you smiled , speeding up your movements.

jeno was barely holding it together , trying not to groan into the mic as you stroked his leaking cock. "jeno , what the fuck are you doing , you're letting us get killed!" haechan screeched into the mic. "s..stop fucking complaining , im trying." he felt himself about to cum. "ngh! " cum coated your hands, you smiled , licking it off your hands , he covered the mic , turning to you.

"when im done with this im fucking you into the mattress, i swear im getting you back."

—｛🍰｝... HAECHAN ⋮ !

you should've known something was up , when haechan said he wanted to shower with you , you told him no funny business , but that did stop him from guiding your hand to his hard cock.

"haechan i told you we don't have time." "please , just a handjob, please i'm so hard." you gave in , wrapping your hand around his cock , he groaned. "fuck baby , just like that." he held on to the shower door , as you began to stroke his cock.

"b..baby fuck a little faster." he hissed as you began to pick up the pace. "does that feel good?" you kissed his neck. "y..yes , fuck yes baby, im gonna cum." you swiped your thumb across his slit and he came with a jerk of his hips. "fuck."

"i promise to eat you out all night when we get back."

—｛🍰｝... JAEMIN ⋮ !

"naughty baby, what are you doing?" jaemin smirked as your hand crept down , palming his cock while you two layed in bed. "you're alway getting me off whenever i want so i just wanted to help you out." you pouted , jaemin smiled.

"you really want to get nana off?" he hovered above you you nodded , sticking your hands into his shorts , he hissed as you grabbed his cock , pulling his pants just a bit to pull him out , stroking his cock. "i do."

his hand dipped down into your shorts , running his fingers along your folds. "then nana will get you off too." one of his fingers prodding at your hole. you stroking his cock , him finger , you both got each other off. "n..nana it feels good." he smirked. "you're making nana feel good too -shit- im gonna cum , ngh! " cum covered your hand and stomach where your shirt had ridden up ,jaemin sped up his movements making you moan.

"now let nana repay you."

—｛🍰｝... CHENLE ⋮ !

chenle bit the inside of his cheek , trying not to show how angry and turned on he was as you stroked his cock under the table in front of his friends at lunch.

"bro, you okay?" mark asked the boy. "baby you look sick and your face is all red are you okay?" he wanted to fuck that smirk right off your smug face , but you just squeezed the base of his cock containing on. "i..im fine." he said through clenched teeth.

you speed up your movements , he held the glass of his drink , he could swear he could hear it crack as he felt the pressure in his abdomen to build up , he bucked up into your hand , taking a sip of his drink to cover up the moan he let out as he came. he angrily handed you a tissue , whispering in your ear.

"when we get home im gonna fuck you until you're squirming away from my cock , i swear to god."

—｛🍰｝... JISUNG ⋮ !

your hand traveled in between your bodies as you sat on jisung's lap as he left little red marks littered all across your neck and collarbone , clearly it had crossed the line of just a make-out. unbuckling his pants , he pulled away as you started making your way into his pants.

"f..fuck baby , you don't have to." but you just shut him up with a kiss , pulling his hard cock out from his sweats. "i want to." you pulled him into another kiss , swallowing up any moans as you stroked his cock. you pulled away , kissing his jaw just as he did yours. "sh..shit baby that feels good."

you could feel him slowly bucking his hips up into your hand. "b..baby , in gonna cum." he moaned as he felt the coil in his abdomen snap. "fuck!" he cursed as cum spurted from his cock , landing on your hand , some on both of your clothes.

"fuck , let's go cleaned up , i can repay you in the shower."

©️LUVYENI

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bloop-im-a-frog-now · 6 months ago

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A Perfect Guide On How To Tame A Horse by Skizzleman

The first thing Skizz ever wanted to do on the Hermitcraft Server was taming a horse.

“Time to find a horse!” Skizz exclaimed to himself.

That was supposed to be the easy part. The very long, but easy part. Except, it seemed all the wild horses were gone.

“Where are the little fellas?” He asked himself. “I just wanna ride a horse!”

He had the perfect name in mind as well. He just needed a beauty, take it to his base and parade around the server with it. To show he was a true horse tamer.

Maybe he should’ve gone to Bdubs, like Impulse suggested.

No, he wanted to do this on his own, like the big boy he was. He scoured the lands, to find a horse, any horse, even if it was the slowest horse on the Server. Though, Zedaph still held that record, so, it wouldn’t be the slowest, but his point was still being made!

He’d do anything to get a horse right now.

He passed a pasture, who looked exactly like the previous one he had passed. Skizz was starting to question his sanity, but most importantly, his sense of direction. Was he running around in circles the entire time?

That was when his muse appeared. A beautiful black stallion ate some green grass as it minded its own business, and Skizz immediately knew he had to tame this horse.

He gently approached it, with wheat in his hand as he called it over.

“Here horsie, come eat that good old sweet wheat.”

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and the stallion slowly walked towards him, sniffing the wheat in Skizz’s hand.

That was when he hoped the wheat wasn’t too old for the horse’s tastes. He’d hate to give expired wheat to such a handsome horse.

The black stallion started eating the wheat in Skizz’s hand, and the scarred man couldn’t help but smile. He petted the horse’s black mane.

“Such a good horsie for good ol’ Skizzlie.”

The animal sniffled at the commentary, and continued to eat the wheat. When it was done, Skizz patted its neck and slowly came to its side to place a saddle on its back.

“There, there,” he petted the black, glistering coat. “Don’t move an inch,” he poked his tongue out of his mouth in concentration as he slowly placed the saddle on the horse’s back, “that’s it, just a bit more —”

The horse snorted and moved forward, making Skizz trip and fall face first on the ground. He grunted.

“Oh, c’mon now! I was so close!”

He skipped to the stallion once again, and this time did not hesitate. He placed the saddle on its back, but before he could attach the straps, the horse neighed and trotted away from Skizz once again.

The scarred man groaned and hit his forehead.

“Stupid jerk! I just want a horse!”

He launched himself to the saddle, grabbing the two straps that needed to be buckled against the stallion’s stomach, and almost received a hoof in the face for his trouble.

“Hey! Jerk face! Watch it!”

The horse whined and trotted in the pasture as Skizz struggled to buckle the straps. He was a bit busy with not hitting his head against the hooves or the rocks or the flowers in the way.

“Just stop! Moving!”

He managed to buckle the main strap until the horse galloped. Skizz grunted at the change of speed, but continued fiddling with the straps. He was determined to keep the saddle safe and secure onto the horse, even if it killed him.

Skizz buckled the smallest straps just before hitting his head on a rock he did not see. He let go and yelped in pain, putting his hands over his head as the pounding echoed in his mind. The stallion simply snorted and continued eating the green grass.

That horse was almost the death of him.

He groaned in pain. “Stupid horse and horse power.”

He raised his head from the ground and squinted at his target. The innocent jerk was still eating the green grass, but at least it had a saddle on its back. If Skizz just made a run for it and jumped on the saddle, he would start taming the horse.

And that’s exactly what he did.

He let out a warrior cry as he ran towards the stallion. It, on the other hand, neighed in terror, and just as it was about to gallop away from the running human, Skizz managed to jump on its back.

“Hiya!”

The horse neighed once more, and tried to get Skizz off of its back.

“Oh no, you stupid horse. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Skizz held onto its mane as it kicked its rear legs outwards, shook itself, and jumped across the pasture. He was struggling to hold onto the stallion, as he was shaken from side to side, jumping onto the horse’s back every time it made a sudden gesture.

Eventually, the horse tired itself to the bone, and Skizz yelped in victory.

“Yeah baby! I did it!”

The horse on its side, dragging Skizz with it. The newest Hermit yelped in surprise, and didn’t hold on to the horse as his feet slipped from the stirrup. The stallion swiftly got up and left Skizz in the pasture, trotting away and beyond the mountains.

Skizz groaned.

“Stupid horse with his stupid jerk face and his stupid — stupidity!”

Then, something munched his hair as if it was wheat, and Skizz turned around hastily, sword in hand in case it was a hostile mob.

But it was just another horse, with a dark matted mane, unperturbed by Skizz’s movements, and continued eating his hair. Skizz laughed.

“Hey there, other horsie,” Skizz laughed again as the horse’s tongue licked his forehead. “Hey! That tickles!”

The animal didn’t seem to care about Skizz’s protest, even when he stood on his feet, it continued eating his hair, following him around.

“Ack! Alright, alright, I get it!” Skizz shooed the horse away, only for it to stay by his side. He smiled. “Aw, you’re lonely. I don’t have a saddle for you, buddy, the other jerk took it away.”

The horse simply stared at Skizz, nudging its head against Skizz’s shoulder. Skizz chuckled.

“Alright! I get it! Jeez.”

He climbed on top of the horse, and it didn’t move. Not until Skizz clicked his tongue and nudged the heels of his feet against the horse.

“Oh huh. A real Gluestick, aren’t you?”

The horse trotted towards Magic Mountain, where Skizz base was, and listened to every order Skizz gave it.

“You must’ve really had pity on me struggling with that other stupid, huh? Wait!” Skizz patted the horse’s mane with a wide grin. “Gluestick! That’s your name now!”

Gluestick neighed and continued its trot.

“Yeah, me too, Gluestick. Me too.”

#hermitaday #bloop's attention seeking strategy #skizzleman #cartoon violence #i have decided to stick with 2 hermits per week #so here's a oneshot about skizz failing to get a beautiful horse

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fandom-blackhole · 2 years ago

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Ok so what about Joel comforting reader after like nearly getting got by a runner and having a panic attack? Tysm!!🫶🫶🫶

This was such a good prompt to write! The angst, the comforting, the reassurance 😩. I hope you like the way this turned out! <3 (NOT EDITED) NO SPOILERS

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Empty clicks. Your world narrows to only empty clicks and the shrill scream of the infected woman running towards you. Panic numbs your arms and legs, freezing as you know you're cornered in that room surrounded by dead infected you'd managed to kill, but your weapon now useless and you yourself not strong enough to fight back without a pipe or bat.

The closer the runner gets, the more your brain screams at you and time seems to slow around you. You curse yourself for getting your knife stuck in the neck of the first infected you'd killed, you'd not had the time to try and yank it back out having instead let it drop with the body with intentions of grabbing it after it was safe to do so. But now…now as the blood shot yellowed eyes of the woman come closer to you, her matted hair glued to her scalp with blood and clothes torn to pieces and jacket just barely hanging on her arms, now as you fate comes crashing towards you at a speed of too fast and too slow you wish you'd taken the few seconds to pull your knife free, you wish you'd slowed you'd pace just a little so you weren't alone in this room, that Joel might be there save you, to help you.

Your fear has frozen any yells for help, eyes watering and your throat tight you can only watch as the confused and ravenous eyes of the runner get closer, her jaw opening readying to bite, and arms outstretched to grab you. You couldn't help but push back against the wall and let out a quiet, hollow, "fuck."

But her hands never reached you, nor her snapping teeth. Instead she was yanked backwards by that loose jacket so hard she went flying into the wall across the room from you. Through water eyes you could see Joel’s broad silhouette slamming her head into a desk corner and throwing her to the floor before crushing her head in with his boot.

You were safe now, you knew this in the back of your mind, but the panic consumed you still. It muffled your head, made things feel fuzzy and filtered out all sound but the pounding of your heart and heavy breathing. Your legs felt weak, and you felt any balance you had in you leave your body as you slid down the wall you'd braced against.

You hadn't had a panic attack like this in years, but everything had happened so fast, death had come too close and it felt like he'd wrapped his hands around your neck anyway, it felt like you couldn't catch your breath. The world felt entirely numb and overestimating all at the same time at that moment.

In your panicked state, you hadn't heard Joel’s approach, you hadn't heard him calling out your name several times, nor did you notice him crouching in front of your curled form. You did however jerk away from his hand when Joel gently laid it on your shoulder. Your head snapped up only to find worried and tense amber eyes staring at your own. You saw more than heard as Joel said your name again and watched as he slowly reached down and pried your hands away from your gun, just now noticing how your fingers ached from holding the metal too tightly.

"Hey, look at me," Joel’s gruff voice slowly broke through the fog, and you looked back up to him, "Are you hurt? Did you get bit?"

Eyes wide, voice still failing you, a tear finally dropped from one of your eyes, clearing your vision just enough to be able to make out Joel’s somber expression. You watch as he nods once, but rakes his eyes over you anyway, looking for any blood that may be a little too fresh to be from any of the infected, but ultimately sighing when he noticed nothing.

Standing, Joel tucked your empty gun into his waistband before reaching down with a soft, "come on," grabbing your forearms and helping you stand once more. He didn't break away once you were standing like you thought he would though. Instead he looked you in the eye once more, his eyes boring into you in a way that made you unable to look away.

"You sure you're good," he asked, voice genuine and filled with worry and that's what broke you. Tears fully broke free as you left out a shuttering gasp.

"I…I'm sorry, Joel…"

Joel’s hands tighten their hold on your arms, one sliding up your arm and only stopping to settle at the junction where your neck met your shoulder. Joel whispered your name again trying to get your attention, but you ignored it.

"I should have been smarter. I shouldn't have gotten my knife lost like I did. I should have been better with my gun, and shouldn't have wasted so many bullets with bad aim. I-i…I should have wait for you-"

"Hey, hey, hey," Joel interrupts your rambling, "Look at me. Look at me. You're ok, you're fine, darlin'. It's not your fault."

Joel’s hand squeezed your shoulder while his thumb just barely rubbed the skin of your neck that peeked from your shirt. Your lip wobbled as you took a few deep breaths and closed your eyes. You could still feel Joel eyes on you though, their piercing nature paired with the wait of his rough hands on your arm and shoulder slowly grounding your back to reality.

After a minute you took a step back opening your eyes as Joel’s hands dropped from your frame. You let out a pitiful laugh and wiped your face of the tears you'd shed. You didn't look back to Joel, but you did turn to retrieve your knife as you spoke, your voice a little hoarse, "God I must seem pathetic."

Ripping your knife free you used the clothes on the runner you'd stabbed with it to wipe it clean of the concealing brown blood before standing. You didn't move though, just stood there looking down to the dead man at your feet as you heard Joel’s footsteps approach you.

You only lifted your head once Joel finally stood in front of you. Meeting his gaze as he grabs your hand and presses a quick kiss to the palm then holding it over the flannel covering his heart, the heavy beat you could feel under the fabric calming you back into your normal state finally, wiping you of the panic that'd encompassed your heart and soul only moments prior.

"Just promise…promise not t' go too far. I don't think I can lose anyone else. Especially not you, darlin'."

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#joel x reader #joel miller x reader #angst with comfort #of which i dont write too often lmao #i did love writing this so i hope you guys do too!!!

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fontaine x bimbo!reader

“you know why i’m here.”

“you ‘member what i told you don’t you.” he asked. “yes isaac. i remember.” i rolled my eyes, popping my gum. i held my hand out expectantly. he looked at me confused. “you know what i want, niggah.” i rolled my neck, flicking my fingers. “you want me to do dis’ you gots to pay me.” i told him singing the last part.

he scoffed. i smirked when he dug in his pocket. he pulled out two rolls of money. he gave me a stone faced look. he hesitantly placed the money in my hand aggressively.

i pursed my lips putting the money in my purse. “thank you, honey.” i said in a stereotypical country accent. “get it done.” he told me. “ouu i like being demanded.” i grinned, tilting my head down slightly. i kissed his cheek and carefully sped walked out of his safe house.

i was put on a mission to get close to fontaine. a niggah isaac had beef with. so he hit me up, said he wanted me to work my magic. i told him i’d do it but only for a price.

i peeked around the corner of a building that happened to be on the corner of an intersection. i saw his headlights down the road heading toward the traffic light. the glow piercing through the fog. i ran out putting on a facade. like i was running from someone in fear. breathing heavily and glancing behind me. when i got the center of the cross walk, screeching tires pierced my ears.

his car jerked when it came to a full stop. heels clicking and scuffling as i ran to his passenger window. “please. help me. there someone after me.” he glanced in the direction i came. “ion see nobody.” he eyes were slightly widened, still shocked from almost hitting me. he breathed trying to calm the adrenaline that ran through his body. “please. you can drop me off. just please don’t leave me here.” i frantically pressed my request. he thought about it. his jaw tightened. he grit his teeth, his gold gleaming under the street light. i could tell he didn’t want to but he unlocked the door.

“get in, damn.” he shook his head as i quickly got in. he gripped the wheel and sped off when the light turned green.

the vehicle was silent except for the faint sound of the radio and his loud engine roaring. he stole glances at me as i fidgeted. “t-thank you.” i said shyly. he shot me a side ways glance. i watched as he was fixing to speak but he hesitated. “where can i drop you at?” he asked with his eyebrow raised. i could tell he was putting on a facade just as i was. just in a different sense.

“the royal.” i replied. “coo. it’s on my way anyway.” i nodded with an awkward smile.

i was still fidgeting with my hands. to be honest, i was actually nervous. for real. cause i knew what would possibly take place and it freaked me out a little. was money really worth being apart of something such as getting someone killed? a human being. could i really go through with this? in that case, i may as well be just doing it myself.

“aye.” he called. my eyes shot to his. “i asked you was you aight.” he said. “y-yea.” i replied with a fake smile. “what you all fidgety fo’?” he asked. “habit.” i said not wanting to continue the conversation. he slowed down, leaning on the door.

“yo, bidi!” he called from his window. “heyy, fontaine.” bidi said speed walking to the car. she leaned on the window. “oh, heyy, girl!” bidi said when she saw me. “hey, bidi.” i smiled back at her. “where slick charles at?” he asked her, never ceasing to scan his surroundings. “he must owe you some money.” she chewed her gum. “dat toot you snortin’, ain’t free.” he replied. “maybe i seent him. maybe i ain’t.” she said. “i just wanna check in wit’ him. make sure he good, you know?” he reasoned.

“right. i’m just tryna get a couple dollars, so i can get back in college.” she told him. i shook my head. she was just running her game, as we all do.

he paid her and she told him he was at the royal.

“i could’ve told you where he was.” i spoke. “well my bad fa not just assuming you was a hoe.” his deep raspy voice said sarcastically. i scoffed and shook my head. i pulled out my hand held mirror and lipstick. i applied my lipstick making sure it looked good and clean. i heard him scoff. i looked over to see him shaking his head. “what?” i asked looking at him. he had his elbow resting on the door and his fist was covering up smile. “you one of dem uptight prissy chicks.” he said. “is it wrong to care ‘bout my appearance?” i crossed my arms, rolling my neck.

“nah, ain’t no pro’lem, ma.” he smirked. his smile was pretty. it was also contagious. i shook my head.

my smile fell when we slowly pulled into the royal. i rushed out and walked to the door. fontaine beat on it. when i went in, i went into the bathroom. i contemplated my decisions as they argued, and when he left everything was quiet for a while. i jumped and gasped when i heard gunshots. i came out of the bathroom and slick was standing at the open door examining what went down.

i saw fontaine’s car smoking with blood splattered on the drivers side. i waited a while before i decided to leave and go to my apartment. strangely his car was no longer in the parking lot. it made me uneasy.

i had stayed in my apartment for the day. i was binging my show with a tub of ice cream.

there was sudden banging on my door. it made me jump. it was late, who could be at my door. i tiptoed to the door. “who is it?” i asked softly.

“open up this muhfuckin do’!” i heard a familiar deep raspy voice yell. “fontaine?!” i was so confused. i took a deep breath as i began to panic. “maine, open the do’ ‘fore i bust dis shit open!” he shouted once more.

i frantically unlocked the door not getting the chance to open it completely before he slammed it open. the door hit my wall so hard, it made a hole. he bum rushed through my door and slammed it shut. “you know why i’m here.” his deep voice struck fear in my heart. i slowly backed away as he stalked toward me breathing heavily like a mad man. almost growling.

i was contemplating making a run for my bedroom. i had a gun in my nightstand. we stared each other down. my frantic huffs drowned out by the deep breathes that escaped his heaving chest. i made a run for it but i could feel him right on my heels.

i almost had the door completely shut but he pushed his weight on it. i stumbled back and i was gonna run for the window that was until i felt his hand grab hold of my hair. I yelped as he yanked my head back. i heard a click and cold metal was pressed against the side of my head. “okay. okay, please.” i whimpered. “nah. dat ain’t gon’ work dis time, ma.” he told me.

“please. i’m so sorry.” i cried. he let go of my hair and grabbed my jaw.

“oh na you sorry?” he mocked, pressing the heavy metal into my head harder. “yes. yes, i am. please.” i begged. it was no doubt that he was gonna kill me i had to think fast. i did what i know how to do best. my back was pressed against his front. i pushed my ass back onto his dick. if it wasn’t hard before it is now.

“das what you tryna do?” he asked. “you think ima let you off da hook fa sum pussy?” he continued. “you tell me.” i said regaining confidence. i palmed him through his sweats. the pressure of the metal faltered.

he gripped my throat and pushed me against the wall next to my door. i bit my lip as a whimper escaped.

“open dat shit.” his deep voice demanded as he brought the gun closer to my mouth. i stuck my tongue out as far as it could go. he bit his lip and slid into my mouth, dragging it along my tongue. i looked up directly into his eyes as i wrapped my lips around the metal. he was much taller when i wasn’t wearing heels.

“you tried to get me killed. tell me why da fuck i shouldn’t put a bullet innat pretty ass mouf uh yours.” he said looking down at me with half lidded eyes. i pulled back with a pop.

“cause,” i smirked with bedroom eyes. “you could be filling it with sum else.” i rubbed his torso with one hand and slid the other into my pink silk shorts, he watched the path of my hand. i started rubbing circles on my clit. i whimpered when i came in contact with my pearl. he lowered his gun and lust filled his eyes. taking my lip between my teeth once more, eyebrows knitted, eyes pleading. i began pulling his hand down from my neck, between my breast, over my stomach, past the elastic in my silk.

i gasped, he ran his fingers through my folds. “shit.” i moaned softly, gripping his wrist. he stepped closer putting his other hand on the wall. “see how wet i am for you, taine..” i looked down at his mouth. “what you want me to do ‘bout dat?” he pulled his lip between those sexy ass grills. his low eyes trained on mine.

“you know what i want.” i whined. “nah, lemme here it.” he said. i grabbed his hoodie pulling his front to mine, our faces inches apart. he slid a finger inside of me. my mouth fell open and a moan escaped. “say dat shit.” he put his gun under my chin.

“i want you.. to fuck me.” i pulled at his waistband.

“das what you want?” he lowered his gun to his side. i nodded as he removed his hand from my shorts. “say ah.” he demanded in a low tone. i stick my tongue out once more. he slid his coated fingers into my mouth.

“suck.” he deeply whispered. i moaned as i sucked my juices off of his digits. he slowly pulled them out gazing at me.

he wasted no time picking me up with one arm around my waist. i wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. his metal thudded atop my dresser as he walked past it. he laid me down attaching his lips to my pulse. i moaned breathlessly in his ear. “take allat shit off if you’n want it to’e up.” he stood taking off his jacket. i pulled my silk top over my head. quickly removing my shorts, i watched him pull his hoodie over his head. his white tee lifted revealing his abs. i ran my hands over muscle ridden torso. lightly scratching with my acrylics. he bit his lip humming a moan.

he gripped my jaw and closed the distance between our lips. our kiss was heated. our tongues battled. our sounds of pleasure traveling within each other’s mouths.

breaking the kiss, i moved to sit on my knees. i tugged his sweats down freeing his erection. under his watchful gaze i stroke him slowly. his head tilted back when i kissed his tip, smearing his pre-cum on my lips. gliding my tongue across my top lip. i wrapped my lips around him taking him in my mouth. “fuck..” he moaned gripping my hair. he cupped my jaw with his free hand as he started fucking my throat. i moaned around him sending vibrations straight up his spine. “take allat shit..” he continued thrusting into my throat making me gag.

he used my throat in every way he wanted. bringing himself closer to the edge. chasing his climax.

“fuck.. i’m cummin’.” he groaned. my hand massaged his balls. his cock throbbed and twitched. his hips stuttered. he moaned loudly as the knot in his stomach unraveled and his hot cum filled my mouth.

“swallow dat shit. all uh it.” he gritted shakily. i swallowed all of his cum. i continued to suck and massage, overstimulating him. “fuck! ahh..” he gritted, squeezing my hair harder. i moaned at the sensation. i pulled back with a pop and looked into his eyes. i wiped my mouth and blushed. i laid down on my back, beckoning him with my finger.

he climbed on top of me and planted kisses on my neck. i grabbed hold of his dick and brought it to my entrance. he pushed into my sex causing our breath to hitch.

i wrapped my arms around him. he rested a firm hand next to my head. he pushed inch by inch filling me up. we moaned simultaneously when he bottomed out. he pulled out halfway and slowly pushed back in. he squeezed the sheets in a fist and built up his pace, stroking back and forth, in and out. “goddamn you tight, ma..” he grunted in my ear. “i know— uhn!” i whispered cockily. “you confident ain’t you?” he groaned breathlessly. “always.” i flipped us over, sinking down on his girth. i threw my head back, grinding on him. he placed his large hands on my waist, guiding my movements.

he thrusts up into me. i held his wrists feeling his length drag along my velvety walls. i leaned over planting my hands on his firm chest, bouncing on his cock, meeting his thrusts. “fuck..” he trailed his hand up between my breasts, gripping my throat. “yess..” i whimpered. feeling his hands all over me was blissful. euphoric even.

“you like dat shit don’t you, ma?” his steady pace quickened. “talk to me.. wit yo’ pretty ass.” he breathed heavily, almost growling, landing a smack on my ass. i gasped when he squeezed tighter. “mm.. yess taine, i love it.” i whined. “i know, ma. i know.” my nectar coated the base of his cock.

i gasped squeezing my eyes, pulsing around him. “right there!” i yelled laying my weight on top of him. “das da spot, ain’t it?” he grunted. “yes! don’t stop, taine! please.. don’t stop.” i whispered. he embraced my waist and pumped my spot never letting up. “oh my god.. taine!” the knot that formed in my stomach threatened to unravel. “i’m c-cummin’!” i moaned uncontrollably, holding onto him. “let dat shit out, ma.” he gritted. i could feel him twitching again. he was just as close as i was. “cum with me, please.” i begged in a high pitched tone. “i gotchu, pretty. i gotchu.” he groaned loudly. “please.. please p-ple—” i gasped as the knot snapped. my moan turned into a scream.

my orgasm ripped through me and gushed out like a river. he released a drawn out moan, holding me close. i shook feeling his cum shoot into me. “ouuu.. shit!” he sighed, tightening his jaw, shaking as he came down. i whined as our juices combined.

when i came down, he stretched out relaxing. “still wanna kill me?” i chuckled. he scoffed, shaking his head. “nah, ma. you try gettin’ me killed again, dis ain’t how it’s gon’ end.” he stated.

#zthewriter #mysecretattic #they cloned tyrone #fontaine #fontaine smut #fontaine x black!reader #18+ mdni

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