#i feel crazy cause i never hear anyone else bitch and moan like i do about the remake

[fruitsofhell]

One of my new surfacing gripes with FF7R is how a lot of moments from the original game that rested heavily on player investment seem completely stripped out of the remake in favor of everything being a constant 60 hour long movie experience.

Like every now and then I hear the original game get shit for not taking its political messaging seriously at certain key set-pieces that are too game-y and chill like Costa Del Sol and the Gold Saucer, but that's not the whole picture when you consider how much control the player has over the party in that game. Costa Del Sol was just where you landed on the next continent and there was like a guy or two to talk to to point you in the other direction, a few lighthearted interactions to break up the fucked up shit that happened on the boat ride over, and then you could leave. The idea that the original Costa Del Sol indulged in the tourist trap goes only as far as how you as a player approached the space, if you got to Costa Del Sol and felt "Oh, this is a shitty Shinra colonial project I hate it here" you could book it outta there and maintain some of that disgust, but you fucking can't in the remake and its horrible.

For some fucking reason the boat ride over is on a cruise ship instead of a military vessel like before, so instead of a funny moment of humanizing the soldiers by being miserable with them, you get this fucking card tournament quest where everyone is suddenly SUPER into all this shit and doesn't care about any of the obvious underlying bullshit of the boat? And then its even worse when you get to Costa Del Sol because likefhsjkdhf? Everyone is OK with this glaring parallel to real world colonization and exploitation of island nations? Even Barret who literally had an amusement park built on the ashes of his home village by the people who burnt it down? EVEN YUFFIE WHO'S WHOLE SHTICK IS HOW HER HOME WAS INVADED AND TURNED INTO A TOURIST TRAP????

I cannot speak 100% for the original, because I remember it also missing these opportunities and besides that my memory is hazy, but its the fact that it wasn't flooded with all these ridiculous cutscenes and extra set-pieces that force you into experiencing areas a certain way, and a way that is just really fucking OOC?? And like for as OOC as the original could be, THE REMAKE IS 25 YEARS YOUNGER AND WISER THAN IT, PICK UP THE SLACK? But instead we get a fucking beach episode where you can put the girlies in bikinis or some shit. It's such a waste.

I can't think of like a single moment of subtly that the Remake retained from the originals. And it DOES have them under all the silly tonal whiplash stuff that the Remake cranks up to an unhealthy extent.

[vampzzi]

KINKTOBER DAY 2 ; THIGH RIDING

nick furcillo x gender neutral reader

cw; mean!nick, squirting,thigh riding, cunt slapping, reader is a jerk to abi, reader is gender neutral genitalia but more female leaning cause I'm still learning how to write gn smut, not beta read

author notes; slower updates cause this week is jammed PACKED with exams so I apologize if the stories become shorter and push out later than usual

Nick was in the pool, flaring back in front of crazily as you reached your hand out and helped him out as Abigail moved back into Katilyn, as she comforted her and gave Abi a tight hug. “You’re fucking crazy Abi!” you snapped at her as you held Nick, keeping your arms wrapped around him while he laid on your shoulder, shivering and soaking wet. “I-I - it was a-” “I - I spit it out!” you replied back angrily. Kaitlyn stepping “Alright, you two that’s enough! “We should get you back to the nurses office and dried off cause Ms. can’t keep her hands off you can’t think straight” you spit out as Abi looked at you with a guilty look.

You helped Nick out of the pool house as the others went whenever, you were pissed to be honest. Nick wasn’t in his right mind and that was obvious so why would she do something so stupid like, I understand you wanting to getting him off you but don’t take your man strength and push him so hard. Scowling as you walked Nick through the forest he struggled to keep his balance and you tried your best to keep you and him balanced as you finally made it inside as you both walked to the nurses office, the place was eerily quiet and you could hear faint sounds here and there as it set you off. Stuff was all over the floor,broken glass, pushed over shelves,furniture pushed over. 

As you finally made it in the nurse's office and locked the door. You laid Nick down, and walked to the cabinet and opened it, grabbing a towel and making your way to him as you looked at him “Nick…I need you to try and take your clothes” you made you emphasized the “try” as he shivered and nodded.

Taking his shaky hands and pulling the wet shirt over his head and throwing it on the floor with a wet plop, as he began to unbutton his pants as you assisted him with getting them off along with his shoes and socks. He was almost naked his boxers being the only thing clinging to his body. “I-I’m sorry name” “shh, it’s fine Nick” taking the towel and drying off his wet body as you came up and looked at him, your faces close together as you held your breath Nick breaking the silence – “how much do you love me?”

“Alot Nick, I love you alot” “Kiss me then.” You weren’t thinking as your lips pressed against his, clutching onto the towel that was between you two as he took his hand and grabbed your side pulling you onto his thigh, the kiss going back n forth as his tongue was down your throat, french kissing you in a way you’d never see anyone else do. Emma was definitely right, he does know how to kiss and use his tongue, it’s insane. “Nick I-” “Nick I~” he mocked you as you were taken back by it as he chuckled, thrusting his thigh upwards as you moaned out.

“Take those pesky pants off and ride me , show how much you love me bitch.” You were offended by Nick’s vulgar language but you couldn't help but obey him, taking your pants off quickly unbuttoning them like your life depended on them as your underwear were damp but not enough for it to be seen as you got back on his thigh, and grabbed onto his shoulders. “A-Are you sure…you’re” “hush name and ride me like the pathetic whore you are’ you nodded quickly and began to grind on his thigh – small tiny gasp leaving your lips as your sweet nerves swiped against his thigh and you lost it being lost in the intense pleasure.

Grinding against his thigh as he held your waist and kissed the side of your face, inhaling your scent as he brought a hand down and pressed it to your clothed nerves as you moaned out and kept grinding, you could feel your climax building up as you whined out “Nick, c-cum” “c-cum, do it slut. Soak my thigh in your whore cum” his harsh words went to your core as you continued to ride his thigh as he dipped a hand in your panties, playing with your bundle of nerves as you moaned out and you couldn't hold yourself back. 

Squirting all over his fingers as he hit your sopping wet hole with force as you quivered and whined out as your panties became more than damp as they were completely soaked and so was Nick’s hands. Your moans are high pitched as you couldn't even say anything but feel. He pulls his hands out and tastes your juices and growls “you taste so fucking good” he pushes you down as you yelp out as he spreads your legs and lays between them.

“I need more of your hole more of you.’ “nick- I can’t take anymore” “you can, be good for me my squirting slut” you inhale and exhale as he does a taste lick and you moan out from being so sensitive as he begins to swirl and lick up and down your hole, dipping his tongue inside and toying with your nerves. He was doing so much you could only whine and grip his partially wet locs as you pulled him closer to your cunt as he licked up and down and buried himself in your tight hole, putting his tongue deep inside you and slurping your juices with loud smacking noises.

You could hear his growls and pants as he kept on going to the point as you clenched down on his tongue and came on his face, listening to him drink your juices until he came up with a glistening face as he wiped it off and placed a kiss on your cheek, he was hard but he knew he couldn’t do that, not here.

“Fuck, I wish I could take you. But we can't right now” you sighed out “what’s stopping you?” “whatever is roaming around, just listen.”  Listening to the random noises of objects breaking as you moved backwards with Nick until you were up against the wall, while Nick looked for something to defend you guys. Yeah, you guys were definitely screwed but don’t worry Nick’s got you”

[youryanderedaddy]

Bewitched

I say fuck writing schedule m’rite hahaHa... 

Dynamic: Yan!witch hunter x witch darling

Summary: You get captured by the village’s witch hunter but he might just let you live if you prove to be useful.

tw: nsfw, non-con, threats, mention of religous themes (God, Devil, etc), kindapping, obsessive/possessive behavior, slight violence, degradation, vulgar language

 You could hear something. It was different from the sweet songs of the birds early in the morning or the restless howl of the wolves just before the clock hit midnight. And the smell was different too. There were no daisies, roses, magnolia or herbs to cleanse the air from the nasty smell of humans. Your clothes reeked of someone unknown, someone mortal and cruel, foolish down to their heart. Your hands were tightly bound, your shoulders pushed back in a way it was hard to feel the energy running in your own veins. There was a leather blindfold over your eyes, dulling your senses until you felt like nothing more than an animal trapped in a cage. As soon as despair managed to find its way into your lungs he entered the room and you knew instantly it had been him who had captured you.

 "You are awake." The man noted quietly as his heavy yet careful steps got louder, closer. Soon his hand was resting on your thigh, drawing small pictures, initials, anything to throw you off balance and keep your mind closed and your inner vision too blurry to focus more on killing him and less on the shame his touch brought. "The village paid me to kill you. We know you are a filthy creature of the night." He spoke trough his teeth in a eery, off-putting way. You could feel the cold sharp end of his silver dagger poking at your exposed collarbone, near to your neck. One inch away from a fatal wound, one move away from taking your life forever.

 "Go on then." You taunted the hunter while licking your scarlet lips, your heartbeat still violent with no sign of slowing down any time soon. "Kill me." You whispered despite the fear tearing at your insides like a wild beast. The blade suddenly pressed harder against your skin, enough to make you still frozen but lacking the actual strength to pierce. The human knelt down next to you, never dropping the deadly weapon from its sacred spot on your vulnerable neck. "You are a witch. The Devil's own spawn and blood. I just can't let you live among us." The man uttered quickly like a curse yet made no attempt to move the edge deeper. And you wanted to tell him everything about the sisterhood and the way all of you lived in peace and quiet until the villagers started killing off your friends for existing. The way you loved nature and harmony and despised violence, but of course the human would never listen to a dirty sorceress, a witch. So you just stayed there motionless on the ground, reconciled with your terrifying fate and its twisted ways.

 Meanwhile the hunter let the dagger penetrate into the warm flesh, drawing a few drops of fresh blood, and it dripped onto the floor like a brook of suffering. But the man was hesitating - his palms were sweaty and his eyes were hazy, he was unsure. After a few painful moments of indecisiveness he finally pulled the blade away and threw it in the dark corner of the room. The following silence filled the space with tension so heavy it could suffocate until the villager opened his mouth. "You have seduced me with this unholy body of yours." Adam said sternly and clenched his fists. "That's why I can't kill you." His voice was low and dangerous yet desperate and defeated. "I saw you back then in the forest." He started off as his hand traveled to your cheek and stroked it gently. "You were dancing around and picking flowers. You looked so pure and beautiful - like an angel. I couldn't stop watching you." The hunter confessed quietly and you felt his cold lips on yours. The kiss was bitter, soaked with the humiliation of his advances and the knowledge he had you at his mercy. "Damn your evil magic for making me feel this way". The man dragged his teeth through your lower lip and bit down in anger, moaning into the forced act of fake intimacy.

 He pushed you down aggressively, the ropes digging into your bruised flesh even more now. You couldn't move your limbs at all and you felt too tired to argue or yell at the man. It was clearer than a day that he was obsessed with you but it was far from your doing. If you had known just how easily humans became fascinated by beauty and youth you would have thought twice before using their forest as a home. And as much as you wanted to curse the cruel man forever your heart just couldn't let you harm someone with a beating heart. You were stuck and he was touching you everywhere with a palm so warm it felt like wax on your sensitive skin. Your long black dress was ripped to shreds and all the red beads from your necklace were rolling on the floor as a mockery to your title. You were stripped down to your bones and left with nowhere to hide from the monster trying to break you. The energy in your body was gray and filthy, too weak to do more than upset you even further. 

 "I am going to make you mine tonight. I will use you like the dirty pagan slut you are." Adam cupped your breasts together in a swift move and you shivered at the contact of flesh. His words were painful and didn't help ease the fact that it was the first time someone had touched you in such a private place. In no time your eyes had filled with tears you were too proud to spill but too scared to hold back. "Aww, are you crying, wench? Go on, cry some more for me. When I'm done with you no one will want you. You'll be ruined for anyone other than me." He cooed at you and took hold of your naked legs, spreading them apart which caused you to break down in a pitiful mess of tears, snot and hushed breathes. "You should be greatful I am letting you live. If you weren't so beautiful I would have killed you in an instance." The hunter kept going, his voice low and deprived, his hot fingers brushing against your belly, the disgusting feeling in your guts making your chest tighten, caging your bleeding heart inside. "You are lucky I like taming wild animals." He continued harshly, a crazy look in his enlarged pupils so blue and clear, yet so intimidating and suffocating to its victims.

 You inhaled sharply in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves and begged the villager with any strength left in your trembling body. "Please stop, please, for the love of the universe, just don't do it, just let me go and you shall never see me again." In reply the man simply smirked maliciously and licked his lips as he positioned himself over your open, exposed folds. His hands were rough and grabby, roaming over your frame and groping, digging, pinching every little curve. You prayed to both nature and the Gods above someone would come and take you away from this nightmare but to no avail. "No one will save you, witch. If they find you, you're dead, so you better be nice and quiet like a corpse while I take you." Adam spat out with poison and without any warning thrust his massive manhood into your tight entrance. The pain was sharp and piercing, white and hot. This time you started crying out loud in despair finally having realized you were truly alone. The humans wanted nothing more than to see you burn and now you were getting punished for being different.

 The man didn't spare you any moment of suffering. He would place wet kisses all over your body, bite at the soft flesh until red and scratch any time he felt the need to hear your miserable whines. "Look at the way I'm splitting you open on my cock, you are so damn tight. I wouldn't have guessed you were a virgin if you weren't bleeding like a little bitch." Adam chuckled darkly and hit your cervix over and over again until the pain turned into something else you were too ashamed to name. "If you ever try to tempt someone else with this sinful body of yours I'll fucking kill you." The man cursed under his breath and brought two finger over your clit, stroking it gently and drawing cicles. You threw your head back at the sudden jolt of pleasure and closed your eyes, trying to distance your mind from what was being forcefully done to your anatomy.

 "You feel so good around my cock, so pretty with your tits bouncing every time I pound into you. I love you so much." The hunter suddenly uttered as he slowed down the pace, driving into you with careful thrusts before going back to roughly shoving his length into your sensitive hole. "Say it back." He ordered lowly and smashed his lips on yours pushing his wet tongue all the way in, his hands messaging your breasts and toying with the stiff little nipples on top. You gained the courage to shake your head no so the villager wrapped his fist around your slender neck, giving it a light squeeze as a warning. You had no choice but to mumble a soft "I love you." when your survival instincts took over your dignity. Your sweet broken voice was enough to send the man over the edge and he came violently in your tight channel while whsipering all sorts of terrible, filthy words into your ear.

 You thought the torture was finally over but your hopes were quickly shattered when Adam pressed his fingers over your overestimulated bud and flicked it around, your mind finding it hard to copperhead the intense pleasure after the pain. "Cum for me, wench." He commanded you harshly and kept playing with your love button until your pussy clamped down and you experienced your first orgasm at the hands of a filthy, egotistical human.

 The male stroked your hair gently but still didn't move to undo the ropes keeping you restrained on the hard floor. "I've always wanted you." The hunter admitted in the next moment. You wondered whether you wanted him to shut up or keep rambling to distract you from the shame and humiliation. Your eyes were red and puffy from the sobbing and your head pulsated with dull pain. "I'll never let them catch you." Adam reassured you quietly as he drew small circles on your arm with his knuckles. "I will keep you forever, my love. It doesn't matter that you have succumbed to the Devil because from now own you are only going to serve me." He kissed your neck softly.

 "I'll become your God."

[yionji]

Open wide

A/N: So i got insipired by this today,so here I go.

Tags: Vibrators,smut,humillation,denigrated reader,slut shaming,hair pulling,rough,denigration,piss kink,hits,personal use,deepthroat,overstimulation,forced stimulation, personal use,someone hearing,big cock,forced wetting,urine,cum inside,dirty talk,blowjobs,human,stepping on reader clit, toilet,light mind break,semi passed out,sub reader,pubics hair,urine retention,gaggin,crying.

Pairings: Getou x f!reader

Summary: Getou is obbsesed with y/n so he start being possesive.

“Well, if you’re so terrified of someone overhearing us…” Getou said, his voice lower than previously. “We could always go somewhere more private.” You didn’t even agree with or deny his statement, still, he just started walking away, with you following like some obedient dog

You were still in your academy uniform, he was playing with you for a long time, he even put a vibrator in your pussy everything you did was under his control, he always had fun speeding you up very fast in serious situations. He lead you back to your dorm room, halting in front of the door and making you open it. Once the two of you were inside, he closed the door behind him.

With a simple flick of his wrist, Getou dialled the vibrator up to its highest setting. You barely bit back a squeal and your knees buckle. You were panting and shaking, not daring enough to look him in the eye right now. It was too much, you were so sensitive it nearly hurt. Shame thrummed in your veins with his gaze burning holes into you, yet it just served to make you more aroused, your thighs impatiently rubbing together. Despite how the stimulation was driving you crazy, it was even worse once he turned it off and you whined in protest.

“I don’t think you should be complaining right now,” He said in a voice a little too cheery for this situation as he took another step towards you. “You should feel lucky I’m even considering putting my hands on such a filthy mutt .” In any other situation those comments would’ve made you upset or annoyed, now it sent a pang of arousal between your legs.

Getou gave you a harsh shove, which sent you falling to your knees. The impact hurt, but with the pleasure still clouding your mind, it only made you let out a weak moan, now he was the one looking down at you. You felt pathetic and small, slick dripping from your abused hole. You’d been kept on edge for such a while now, the only thing you could think of was that you just wanted to come already.

“Now that’s more like it!” He turned the vibrator on its lowest setting and you shuddered. It wasn’t enough to get you anywhere close to an orgasm, nonetheless, it was way better than nothing at all. Getou pushed your legs slightly apart, shoving his foot against your clothed crotch. "Ooh the smell of your pussy is so disgusting it gets up here, it makes me want to fuck you" he exclaim with a deep voice and a smile.

You immediately began grinding against it but because of your position, it was hard to get any actual relief from it. He just snickered, clearly revelling in your pitiful display.

“God, even I couldn’t have imagined how much of a whore you actually are. You’re like bitch in heat,” The words cut at you and made you whimper pathetically as his foot applied more pressure. “But I’m getting a bit bored here, you’re the one having all the fun!” Judging by the bulge in his pants he was definitely enjoying this, yet you kept your mouth shut. Nevertheless, a small smile spread over your lips. With your flushed skin and shivering form, it looked coyer than you meant it too.

“What are you smiling at, stupid slut? Didn’t I just say it? I’m. Bored. Do something to entertain me!”

“Well, uh,” It was hard to think straight, given the state you were in. The vibrator was still buzzing away, giving you just enough pleasure to feel good but never enough to get you to cum. You couldn’t really get creative right now. “What do you want me to do?...”

Getou sneered at you, one of his hands grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging harshly on it. A moan was ripped from your throat, pain and pleasure mingling together. “Do I have to think of everything for you? You can’t even think of a way to distract me momentarily?” He huffed, digging his shoes against your clothed clit painfully. “You really are only good enough as a wet hole for me to fuck.”

Keeping his fingers tied into your hair, he uses his other hand to unzip his pants. His dick is hard and leaking from the tip when he pulls it out.  “Open wide!” He said with a deep voice, before shoving his cock into your mouth. Getou didn’t give you any time to adjust or to let yourself relax, instead making you gag by immediately thrusting. You couldn’t breathe and tears welled up in your eyes. He kept your head in place by keeping a tight grip on your hair, his fingernails digging into your skin. This wasn’t a blowjob, no, he was using your mouth as a fleshlight.

Getou was anything except quiet, moans and grunts constantly falling from his lips and the sounds coming out of your mouth were loud and sloppy, Getou was so entertained playing with your mouth that he was distracted from what was going on around him that he didn't realize that gojo was listening to everything from outside your room.

"Maybe I can use y/n later for myself" he said quietly to himself.

Getou continue,though you weren’t sure if they were all real, or he was just acting at some points. “Ahh- You must do this soooo often, rright?” He panted out, smirking down at you. “I bet you’d suck a-anyone off if they asked!”

Your teeth scrape against the underside and he actually let out a high pitched whine. If your mouth wasn’t stuffed full and you weren’t almost suffocating, you would’ve laughed.

He didn’t appear to like it as much, however, he dug his shoe against your pussy. Hard, practically digging in. Getou was still fucking your mouth, though his hips were starting to stutter, and his foot moved because of it. Now, he was putting a lot of stress on your bladder more than anywhere else. You’d been too strung up to use the bathroom for a while and with this weight, you were sure you’d piss yourself if this was kept up for too long.

But you were unable to speak while he was still fucking your mouth, so you couldn’t tell him what was wrong. Any attempt you made merely sent vibrations up his cock, making him moan appreciatively. You hollow out your cheeks and are rewarded with a sharp moan and another tug at your hair as he hits the back of your throat. Your legs shook with the effort of keeping it in.

A gush of urine escaped at a particular harsh movement and once it started, there was no way you were able to stop it. The stream made an audible hissing sound, making an embarrassed flush rise to your cheeks. Your body sent mixed signals to rush through you, both bliss and utter humiliation and you shivered in confused pleasure. The heat was trapped in your skirt for a few moments before it leaked through, turning your skirt a darker shade and allowing a small puddle to form beneath you. On one side you wanted to curl up and never open your eyes again, but the relief felt just as amazing as an orgasm could have. Tears streamed down your cheeks because of the conflicting emotions.

You didn’t, couldn’t, look him in the eye as he stilled his hips and almost pulled out completely, allowing you to breathe again and to make the blurry edges of your vision return to normal. This surely had to be the end of it, right? He couldn’t possibly be into this, he would actually get grossed out and leave. Honestly, you didn’t want that to happen, the thought of it making you nauseous.

Getou had been brought into a stunned silence, a blank expression overtaking his features. He blinked once, twice. You were about to mutter out an apology and usher him to leave so you could clean up, nonetheless, before you were able to do that, he let out a low hum and the familiar, condescending smirk returned to him. Looking up at him, his cheeks were red and his breaths were stuttery and quick.        

Could it be?...

“I’d say you almost��look pretty when you’re crying,” Every thought is robbed away again as his hips make contact with your face once more and he let out a cackle. “B-but you look prettier sucking on my dick~!” It only took him a few thrusts, with your throat constricting around him further with every movement, before he finished inside you without warning, grunting loudly as he did so. You didn’t have much of a choice except swallowing.

He pulled his veiny cock out of you again.

"You know men have a certain urge to pee after they finish," you couldn't believe what you were hearing, could you?

Without a squeak he grabbed you roughly by the hair making you swallow his cock again and the tip of his head hit the back of your throat, you star gagging and crying so much more than before.

"Shh, shhh" Getou said as he pressed your head with his hips, your nose tickled his pubic hairs, he smelled so great.

Getou took a long breath and you began to feel a liquid running down your throat and into your stomach.

He let out a breath of relief and a grunt and continued to pee until he finished and looked down to see your face.

"You really look good sucking my cock, y/n" He let go of you roughly causing you to bang your head against the wall, only to hear the sound of his pants buckling.

"You're such a grear human toilet,my human toilet"

You coughed and wheezed for air once he finally fully released you, glad that air was freely available. Your head hurt and your throat felt scratchy and sore, the fabric of your plants clinging against your skin. Basically, you were a disgusting mess. Once you returned to reality.

“Good luck cleaning, whore!” He called out while glancing over his shoulder for the last time. “See you next time!” Then, he slammed your door shut. You simply continued to sit there for a few seconds, brain still struggling to comprehend that all of that had actually happened.

Well, that definitely was an experience.

<3

[softmothprince]

Blood in the Water

more kiri content cause i lob him. the same person who helped me with dragon’s claim worked on this with me cause i’m awkward when it comes to fluff

tw: blood is mentioned, spit (some people don't like it), fighting is mentioned (not between kiri and reader)

Kirishima peppered her forehead with kisses and giggled, “So cute!”

She giggled back and tried to pull away from him, “Kiri please! We’re never gonna get any of the shopping done if you keep this up.”

“Sorry pebble I just can’t help myself. I’m just so happy! We’re mates now!” he said nuzzling into her neck. “You’re my mate now, and you have my mark on you forever.”

She giggled and hugged him tight, “Even without a mark I’m yours forever. Now come on we have shopping to do if you want me to make dinner tonight.”

Kirirshima kissed her before grabbing her hand as they walked around the store. They finished and started to head home when he saw a bakery across the street.

“Woah check it out baby shark! That place looks new. Want to go take a look to see if we get something for dessert later?”

“Sure. I’ll be right here while you go in,” she said balancing the bag on her arm.

Kirishima pouted, “Wait you’re not coming with me?”

“Not this time babe. I’m still a little woozy from the pheromone changes going on. But don’t let me stop you go on and see what’s in there.”

“I don’t know,” he said hesitantly.

She crossed her arms and smirked at him. “Kiri I can handle being outside for a few minutes. You know I’m not weak even for an omega. I’ll be fine.”

He frowned and sighed, “Okay okay. I’ll be as fast as I can okay. Don’t move from here okay.” He pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her.

She kissed him back, “I’ll be right here waiting for you, my Alpha~”

Kiri beamed and took off for the bakery. He worries too much.

“Well well well, what do we have here? A set of tits and ass on a cute little body.”

She turned to look at the new voice with a scowl on her face. A strange man was walking towards her.

“Oh come on now. That pretty face should be smiling, won’t you smile for me?” he asked, leaning close to her.

“Fuck off,” she growled, “I’m not interested.”

The stranger raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Play hard to get? Now that’s adorable.” He leaned in even closer and sniffed. “An omega? Even better. How about I mark you and show this body a good time? You’re gonna love being my mate and you look like you’d be a great fuck.”

She slapped him hard, “What part of ‘fuck off’ and ‘not interested’ are you not getting you fucking creep?!” she yelled, then started towards the bakery in a huff.

She was suddenly yanked back hard by her arm as the man grabbed her by the arm. “That wasn’t very nice you omega BITCH!”

He pulled her into an alleyway then threw her against the wall making her cry out in pain. She growled and tried to swing at him but he slapped her making her fall again. He then yanked her up by her hair and held her arms in his other hand,

“Now let’s try that again shall we? An omega like you is good for only one thing and that’s to be fucked and bred by an Alpha like me because we can, got it?”

She tried to kick him but missed, making him yank her hair harder.

“Ooh feisty. I like feisty. It’s gonna make me claiming you all the more-” he paused seeing the bite mark on her neck. “Well, it seems someone has already claimed you. No biggie I’ll just overwrite this pathetic claim for a better one.”

She screamed loudly as she struggled, trying to get away. NO! NO! I DON’T WANT ANYONE ELSE! I GOTTA GET AWAY! I GOTTA FIND KIRI! She made another attempt to try and kick her captive’s knees to get away, earning a punch to her side.

“WOULD YOU KEEP STILL ALREADY?!” he yelled.

She let out a pained yelp. “L-let me go,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Not a chance. You’re gonna be my mate. Now hold still,” he said as he pulled her close and leaned in to bite over Kirishima’s mark.

A loud growl suddenly rings around them, making them both tense up and whip around.

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HER!”

Kirishima ran and punched the creep then quickly pulled her close to him, growling.  His body shaking with rage.

“K-Kiri?”

His eyes are dark, pupils swollen to the point of almost hiding the red of his iris. He grabs her arms tightly, large hands easily holding her in place as he snaps his head down to press into her neck. Right where his mating bite laid on her sweet tasting skin.

His sharp teeth easily sink in, small spurts of blood hitting his tongue and lips and causing a deep growl to erupt from his chest.

“Mine. My Omega. Mine. ” He growls into her flesh, pressing her soft body to his and grabbing at her clothing to pull her closer.

Blood drips heavily from the punctures and his mouth, staining her shirt and skin with the deep crimson. She could almost compare it to the color of his eyes at that moment. Almost as soon as he grabbed her, he spun around to face the dumbass who decided to challenge his claim on her.

His chin and teeth are stained with her blood, running in small drops down to his neck. He wipes it on his shirt, his fingers going to touch a smaller bite on his own throat. His lips curl into a feral grin.

“What you just did? Very stupid. It seems I need to teach you a lesson on what happens when you challenge an Alpha’s claim.”

He activated his quick and she grabbed for his arm while clutching her side. “Kiri it’s okay. I’m fine baby.”

The other guy laughed, “Wow she really is a useless Omega and it seems like an even more worthless Alpha has claimed her. Then again if I bite over your mark she might be able to be worth something after all.”

Kirishima’s body shook with even more rage than before, “What the fuck did you just say?”

“You heard me, you low class Alpha,” the stranger said with a smug expression.

Kirishima gently pushed his omega behind him. “My name is Eijiro Kirishima and after what you did to my mate. I’m going to make sure that every time you hear it you run in fear,” Kiri growled with his body slowly going unbreakable. “Baby, close your eyes and cover your ears. Don’t move until I say so.”

She turned and did what he said, holding her hands tightly to hear ears to muffle the sounds of Kiri and this other alpha fighting. Soon she could hear the sounds of someone running away and an arm wrapping around her shoulder.

“Baby shark? It’s okay now. He’s gone,” Kiri murmurs softly, pressing his forehead to hers.

Her head shot up at the sound of his voice. He still had some lingering blood on his chin from earlier but a few new spots had appeared, from the fight. His eyes are wild and full of rage, his breathing heavy, and he seemed to be looking past her towards where the other alpha had fled.

“Kirishima?” she said, while reaching for his cheek.

The sound of her voice made him snap back for a second. He then scooped her up and took off running for their place. Gotta get her to safety Gotta protect her till it heals. When they finally got home he gently put her down then slammed the door shut and locked it. He turned back to face her and just looked into her eyes.

I left her alone. I put her in danger. I’m such an idiot. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, hanging his head down.

“Kiri?” She tentatively calls, reaching up to touch his face and lets her fingers brush under his eye.

His fingers curl tightly around her wrist, keeping it pressed to his cheek as his eyes snap open. While not as wild as before, she can still see the beast lingering in his gaze and it was staring at her hungrily. His breathing is still heavy and tinted with a growl, nose flaring as he inhales her scent.

Clearing her throat and, with a slight blush, says: “Alpha?”

She didn’t see it coming. One moment they were standing in the entryway of their apartment and the next she is flat on the floor. Kiri dives down and locks their lips together, his teeth scraping against the soft flesh as he slides his tongue along hers. His hands eagerly grab thighs and press them to his waist, rutting his clothed cock against her.

Sweet moans and whines fill his ears, tickling his tongue, as he grinds and humps against her covered slit. The more he moves, the more her dress rides up until it’s pooled around her belly. As Kiri tries to slide a hand under it, the fabric pulls from where it’s stuck under her ass and he growls in frustration.

With a sharp tug, he feels the material give and yanks it away from her body to expose it to his hungry gaze. Her bra is next to be torn and discarded. Her breasts lightly bounce from the movement, teasing him until he dips down to sink his teeth into the soft flesh.

“Omega. Mine. My Omega. ” He growls into her skin, sitting up slightly to stare into her eyes as he rips off her panties. Then, he stops, leaning back more to look over her.

Her hair is like a halo around her head, the setting sun shining in through the window casting beautiful light and shades over her body. The fresh bite marks- his bite marks -on her neck and breast have small, thin streams of blood painting her skin, the taste of it still on his teeth.

Her lips are parted and inhale precious air, her own nose twitching cutely as she takes in his scent. Pupils blown wide, her iris almost completely hidden. A loud, deep purr rumbles in his chest. Yes. This is his omega . His baby shark.

“Alpha?” She whimpers, shifting her hips to try and coax him back into moving.

“Mine. ” Is all he says before shoving down his pants to pull out his swollen cock.

He rubs the tip of it over her slit, crooning when she bucks and tries to shove down onto his dick. He pushes the head in and lets go to push her legs back against her chest, holding behind her knees tightly as he sinks in smoothly. A long, drawn out moan rips from her chest, her head knocking back onto the floor.

“Alpha please- ” She pants, reaching down to press her fingers against his abdomen. The firm muscles flex under her touch. “I need it- more more more please~ ”

“I haven’t even moved yet and you’re already going crazy from my cock.” Kiri chuckles breathlessly, leaning over and pressing more against her. “I wonder what you’ll do when you finally get my knot~”

He can feel her entire body tremble at his words, her cunt clamping down tighter around his dick. He purrs and dips down, licking a stripe over the claiming mark on her neck. He slowly draws his hips back, leaving just the tip inside, before thrusting back just as slowly. Each drag digs into her sweet spot, making her legs spasm.

She quickly reaches up and loops her arms around his neck, nails digging into his back and creating deep red scratches. Kiri groans at the sting, hips moving quicker.

“That’s it, baby shark, scratch me up. I’ve claimed you so much, you should be able to do the same right?” He laughs and nuzzles her jaw. “Make sure they’re nice and pretty for me ok? I want to show them off as much as possible. Make all the others jealous of the fact I’ve got the sweetest little omega~”

A sharp hiss escapes his lips when she pushes her nails in deeper, moaning in approval. He lets one of her legs go and presses his fingers to her stomach, rubbing up and down in time with his thrusts. He can feel a small bump moving underneath them, his cock stretching her so much to create the bulge.

The alpha in him wanted it to be from something else, not just his cock. But that could be discussed later. His omega slowly grows more agitated when she feels the beginning of his knot swelling against her pussy. It briefly catches on the stretched muscles, driving her crazy.

“Alpha please- Knot me, I-I want your knot!” She sobs, looping her free leg behind his back to try and push him in completely. “Knot my pussy and fill me up with your cum until I’m full and dripping~”

His eyes darken at her words and a deep growl erupts from his chest. His sweet omega, saying such things while he is like this… He slows his hips, shushing her while gently thrusting his knot into her hole. He can see her eyes roll into the back of her head, body twitching and trembling while a large wetness splatters along his thighs and cock.

“Did you just cum from my knot entering you, omega?” He asks, voice much deeper and gravely. “Hold on then, baby shark- I’m far from done with you.”

Using the few inches of space between them, he lets loose. The bottom of his knot spreads her cunt and creates loud, wet smacks. Kiri’s fingers dig into her skin, creating more rosepetal bruises on her body. A few more thrusts and he is forced to press fully against her, grinding his hips down as his breathing becomes ragged.

“F-fuck- I’m gonna- gonna fill you up. Just like you wanted. So fucking sweet…” He growls, feeling her pussy spasm around his cock again as she cums for the second time.

He isn’t far behind. Some of his cum leaks out, making him growl and press even tighter against her. It takes a bit before his knot slowly lets her go, and he pulls back to sit on his knees. His gaze travels over her entire, thoroughly fucked, body and purrs happily at the sight she makes with his marks and cum.

But something in him was still growling and pacing. Kiri cups her cheek, catching her gaze and grins when she makes a small chirping noise. As much as he loves her voice, hearing her cute little omega sounds was always welcomed.

“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you baby shark?” He asks, easily lifting her from the floor and into his arms. His feet make gentle sounds against the carpet as he carries her to their room. “I still need to mark you completely- I won’t stop until your entire body is covered in my marks~”

She sinks into the bed, the blankets cocooning her. Kiri lays between her legs and looks over the mess he made. In the small amount of movement she’s done, streaks of cum are painted down the side of her thighs and ass. He croons and lifts her leg over his shoulder, nuzzling and smelling the mix of scents.

His teeth sink repeatedly into the flesh of her thigh, tasting the salt of her sweat and the small drops of cum. No shorts for a while, not with the amount of hickies and teeth punctures in her flesh. He pulls back and vies into her cunt, licking up the mixture of their cum and suckles on her clit.

“Oh fuck, omega, you taste so good with your alpha’s cum inside your pretty pussy.” He moans against her, feeling her hands dig into his hair and pull every time his tongue dips into her slit. “I can’t get enough~”

Her sweet moans blend with the sloppy noises of his mouth attacking her pussy, his own moans and growls rumbling against the sensitive nerves. He sits there for what feels like forever, bringing his omega to the edge countless times until she is limp and only whimpering his name and ‘alpha’. That is when he finally is finished.

He pulls away and licks his lips, his fingers following after he wipes his chin and cheeks. Kiri turns his attention back to his baby shark, tilting his head at her heavily flushed face.

“Omega?” He whispers, slowly crawling over her and nuzzling his nose against hers.

She blinks up at him, before a loopy smile appears on her face and she reaches up to cup his.

“Alpha… love… you…” She whispers, voice hoarse and quiet.

Kirishima smiles and nuzzles into her neck purring, “I love you too, pebble. My baby shark, my omega. My one and only mate.”

He carefully picked her up and held her close to his chest grinning at seeing his marks all over her skin. “You okay baby shark? I didn't hurt ya did I?"

She shakes her head still dazed and reaches for his face, he obliges and moves in to give her many soft kisses. “Let’s get you properly cleaned up and some food in ya.”

After both had bathed they sat on the bed cuddled close as Kirishima ordered some food since they really didn’t have the energy to go out and Kirishima was still on edge from earlier. Just thinking about it made him pull her closer.

“Hey Kiri?” she said softly.

He looked at her, somewhat nervous as to what it was she was gonna say. “Y-yea baby?”

“I don’t feel woozy anymore. I think...I think the changes are done. Isn’t that great?!” she said excitedly.

Kiri paused. “You’re not mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad at you? You saved me from a creep today. What’s there to be mad about?”

“I left you alone and put you in danger! That bastard tried to-”

She crashed her lips on his kissing him deeply before caressing his cheek, “Eijiro Kirishima, you saved your mate from a creepy bastard and you think I’d be mad? I would never be mad at my hero, my alpha who I love so much,” she said nuzzling into his neck. He blushed hard before hugging her tight and giggling. “Kiri! Too tight!”

“Oops sorry pebble. I’m just so relieved that you’re okay and that you’re not mad or scared of me. I would never want anything bad to happen to you by me or anyone else,” he said kissing her forehead.

She smiled and yawned, nuzzling even closer. “Aww my omega is sleepy. Take a nap baby shark and I’ll wake you when the food gets here okay?”

She nodded and mumbled, “I love you Kirishima, my alpha.” before falling asleep in his arms.

“I love you too, my precious, beautiful mate.” He held her close and caressed her sides as she slept so that even in sleep she would know he was there keeping her safe.

[forthechubbies]

Mrs. Jeon Vol 3

Synopsis• One nightstand gone Marriage!? The past catches up with Yn when her head over heels husband finds his lost bride and will keep her by any means necessary.

Category's•Violent Thoughts, Hostel Behavior, Nsfw (Later), and Bratty Jungkook.

Duos• Yandere! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader

Vol 1, 2, 3, 4,

What’s going on down there? It sounds restlessly calm. You could hear muffled voices but nothing more; you aren't too keen on testing your luck and sneak into the corridor to eavesdrop on their conversation. Pretty sure the door is locked anyway.

Instead, You took note of the confined walls surrounding you. A typical master bedroom accessorized an earthy decor, cute mini-plants placed in various room areas, two tiny pet turtles in a tank constructed into a giant wooden bookshelf.

Speaking of books, talk about books galore. The shelved books had little to no wiggle room aside from the one empty slot belonging to the open novel on the nightstand. The owner won’t mind you partaking in one quick gander-

“Ah!” You gasp, fixing your eyes on your newly treated ankle. For a minute, you just about forgot this crazy abducted situation your in. The bedsprings dip as you flop back into the spot where Jimin left you. Jimin was the man you fell on during your first attempt at freedom; he was even generous enough to bandage with utmost care.

A kind gesture a particular bunny wasn’t too thrilled on seeing, Jungkook's face soured while watching Jimin’s filthy little womanizing hands caressing the delicate soft plushy skin of his carrot’s legs.

Son of a bitch trying to cop a feel on his wife, Jimin’s flirtatious persona, led him out to be a well-known heartthrob but often seen as a gigolo through certain people's point of view and, frankly, Jungkook's wife won't be a victim of the Jimin Effect.

Crash!

The smash of a glass object-making contact with the hard marble kitchen floor snatched Jimin’s and your attention giving it to the irritable bunny who’s psychotically enthusiastic about testing his progress in strength by snapping his hyung’s neck-

Oh, no, his carrot looks frightened-He shouldn't do such a brutal act of love with his wife nearby; her poor innocent heart might shatter. No violence...At least for the time being.

Next thing you know, Jungkook's face lightened up, and even when Jimin bit his head off for breaking one of Jin’s fancy dinnerware, his facial expression persisted undaunted. Jungkook kept a serene masquerade, but through closer observation, he clenched his jaw at Jimin’s hand on cradling the small of his wife’s back, guiding her into hiding in the upper part of the house for a reason unknown.

Jungkook let Jimin take you no-fuss included, Hence, Your encaged situation. For all, you know, The men were downstairs plotting a far-flung strategy to murder you making it look like a battle of defense.

Though, You were more occupied by another Crack for the floor down below. ” Ahh!” You cried out, falling back on the bed once again.

Meanwhile, Downstairs.

”Stop! Breaking Hyung’s plates, or we're both as good as dead!” Jimin growled. ”Quit avoiding the question! Who the hell is that woman!? Did you hurt her!? Why-!” Jimin asked Jungkook until his cheeks burned a reddish hue, and his neck veins were dominant.

In one swift breath, Jungkook responded. “ She’s Mrs.Jeon. My wife.”

Jimin knew his maknae had a few loose screws in his head, but this is getting out of hand.

”Wife?! Do you know how old you are!? Kook, You just turn twenty-three-”

”So What.” Jungkook interrupted. ”You want me to wait until I’m an ancient fart like Hyung to get married.”

”Pffft.” Jimin pressed his lips into a thin line suppressing his need to laugh. ”Ahem, respect your elders-You little brat.”

Amidst the brothers at each other's throats, another member of the maknae line awakened from his mid-morning nap; drowsy eyed Kim Taehyung waddled upstairs to check up on his Hyung living in the room above him.

He could have sworn a faint scream is what he heard-Well; there's no harm in checking.

You jumped at the squeaky hinges of the door opening. Wait, it was unlocked!? Expecting the uninvited visitor to be Jungkook, You raised a pillow over your head, ready to be hurled-to your amazement; it was a completely different man.

A long-haired male with long chocolate locks kept at bay by a beige headband; his attire was disarray. His tank top hung off his shoulder, slightly creased in his pajama pant’s waistband.

Adorable, to say the least, the poor thing’s eyes weren’t even fully open yet, the pretty pink pout of his lips nearly forced an” Aw” from yours.

”Who are you?” He grumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

Sweet mother of deep, He stood a few feet away, but the raspiness and depth of his voice caused your insides to start quivering.

”I’m-I’m the sand fairy.” You choked out, fluttering the tips of your fingers as if spreading magic dust. ” I'm here to ensure all your dreams are sweet. ”

You nibbled your lip nervously, hoping he takes the bait. He yawned in response dragging his exhausted body across the room to you; he halts. You gulped, staring up at him; you felt like a mouse about to pounce on by a tiger.

”H-H-I!” You yelped.

The man took no real investment in your fib; instead, he decided to reap the benefits of how soft and plushy you are by laying his head on your bare thighs. He wiggled in place to reach maximum comfort.

”Ah.” He moaned, falling back to sleep.

Oh, dear.

………

The sound of the hyung’s arrival made the two maknae gulp.

First in the door was Hoseok, hands full grocery bags ” Come help! Quick, save the ice cream if it isn't soup by now.”

Namjoon followed behind. ” I told Jin not to get the ice cream first-He knows how he gets with his coupons.”

”The worst part is he got upset when we told him that's enough food then told to stay in the car.” Yoongi stretched out the pins and needles feeling in his limbs.

”You may say that's enough now, but when that brat comes, he's going to eat us out of house and home!” Jin scolded, unconsciously fetching the rest of the bags.

Jin froze, staring at Jungkook, helping put the food in the correct places. He didn't hesitate to smother his baby boy in a hug, but right after, he jabbed Jungkook's gut.

”Oof!” Jungkook doubled over, gripping his chest. ” I missed you too,” He coughed.

Jin stood tall. ” And there's plenty more where that came from once Hoseok gets his hands on you.”

Anyone but Hoseok.

” I heard Jk!” Hoseok rushed Jungkook a bear hug. ” Thank goodness you're alright!” He jabbed in his Jungkook's gut. ” Where the hell have you been?!”

Jungkook groaned. ” Ou-Ouch..I won't be able to tell you if I keep getting hit.” He cleared his throat. ”America.”

”America!” The hyungs blared out.

Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose. ” What possessed you to go there on your own? Have you forgotten what you are?”

Jungkook sighed. “ I know, I know, but I just envy normal people around my age having the freedom to go wherever they want.”

“ But you’re not," Yoongi brutally minced Jungkook’s sob story. He’s not particularly fond of beating around the bush, especially when dealing with his brothers earlier this afternoon. “ Unlike ‘normal’ twenty-year-olds, you are adored by army who would be upset if anything happened to you.”

Jungkook bowed his head in shame; the thought of army never really crossed his mind.

“And-“ Yoongi continued. “ There are crazies in every country, so what made you think heading off on your own would be alright!?”

“Why America?” Namjoon’s brow jumped as the gears in his head began to turn. “ Out of all the beautiful places we visited-You chose the U.S? What was there that you had to leave without an explanation?”

Namjoon stared at Jungkook’s eyes not in a malicious sense, just a habit when trying to figure out a solution or, in this case, a missing clue to the reason his little brother hopped up and left.

“Twinkats (Twinkies),” Jimin laughed nervously. “ I bet his suitcase is full of them.”

Sadly, Jimin’s fairy charm wouldn’t work this time. Jungkook is drowning in deep waters, and there’s no salvage coming for miles; at this rate, Jungkook had two options: tell the truth, orrrr, run away with his loving wife in his arms.

Not gonna lie; Jungkook leaned towards the second option, but the fates had another plan.

”Hyung! Hyung! Namjoon-Hyungie!!” Taehyung screamed bloody murder, sprinting downstairs minus jumping the last five steps. ” Her ankle is purple!”

Taehyung paused, breathing heavily in front of the kitchen where the interrogation is being held, accompanied by a woman injured cradled in his arms, more worried about him dropping than her throbbing ankle.

Taehyung had the room’s undivided attention, and Jungkook’s enviousness scowl; his wife was clinging on to another man like a baby koala to its mother but had it been him, she would scratch his eyes out.

Let's not mention the fact! It seems like she's only wearing a shirt, and guess who the owner is, not him!

” Who-”

”What-”

”Why”

” How!?”

Before getting into details about the hyung's reaction to their new houseguest, let's first take a detour to Prince Taehyung mini rescue adventure.

A good hour in, Taehyung woke up from the best nap of his life to beautiful damsel sniffles and tears. The sweetheart asked what was wrong and nodded as the damsel explained, coming to realize she was in distress. Prince Taehyung aided the beauty with new clothes and tied a red ribbon into her hair….beacause he thought it would look pretty (Shrugs).

However, her ankle injury required a different source of help, so who else to ask but his favorite Hyung? But he couldn't find Yoongi in his room, so he decided to ask Namjoon instead.

Back to the original story

Taehyung explains the truth unconsciously, throwing his little brother under the bus.

Jin’s eye twitched as he peered at Jungkook, who was attempting to slip out of the kitchen. ” You little sh-!”

Let's just say Jin didn't nearly beat Jungkook almost half to death with a rice paddle while shouting numerous insults to bruise a thousand men’s pride in a second.

It went silent after Jin banished Jungkook to the beach house a few feet from the house until he wanted to see his face again. Namjoon took it upon himself to introduce the gang.

You politely shared a warm hello but wished nothing more to go home.

[houseof-harry]

Oh my god yes you should totally write something about sucking gray off in the bathroom of a bar cuz u got jealous

I can so see him coming just to be your DD because he wants to know you get home safe from your night out with your friends.

What he didn’t anticipate was the female attention from the girls standing next to you guys after you left to get another round for your group.

So when you came back? He knew you’d be annoyed, but he’d never truly seen you drunk, only ever the aftermath. And drunk you does not fuck around.

So before he knows what’s happening, you’re literally dragging him away while he’s in the middle of a conversation with the girl who was touching him too much. He apologizes over his shoulder for the both of you, but you don’t stop walking as you make a beeline for the bathroom.

It’s only once you’re in it with the door locked that you’re looking at him.

“Y/N, what the fuck was that? I was-”

“Do you want her in here on her knees or me?” You challenge, hand on your hip.

He sputters, your bluntness coming as a shock to him. You both stand there for a moment, your eyes wild as he looks over at you and then around the bathroom. “What do you mean?” It was unlike you to want to do anything like that in a dirty ass bathroom at a bar, and he wasn’t sure if he was a horny guy or if you actually meant what he thought you did.

“Do you want her in here, on her knees, while you fuck her face? Or do you want me?” You take a step towards him but he stays frozen in his spot. You don’t usually have much to say when you and Grayson fuck, so to hear these words coming from you was not only new for him, but also making his dick harden.

“Obviously you. Why are you even asking?” It’s only then that he realizes how jealous you are. He smirks, a wave of confidence rushing over him. “You’re jealous.”

Your cheeks warm as he crosses his arms over his broad chest, your breath catching in your throat. “Do you want me to suck you off or not?” You counter.

“Course, baby. If you were dying for my cock, all you had to do was ask.” He doesn’t hesitate another moment before he’s working on his zipper.

You bite your lip, sinking to your knees in front of him. You help him pull his rather tight pants down, only getting them to right above his knees before you flatten your tongue at the base of his almost completely hard cock over his underwear. You slowly move your tongue to the tip, the fabric getting warm and wet from your saliva.

He groans at the sensation, his hand moving to your hair. “Come on baby, no teasing. We’re gonna make the line long.”

You ponder his words for a moment, knowing that even though there’s a second bathroom, having one out of commission for a while would not only make the line longer, but people would probably figure out what was going on with you two. You liked the thought of that, knowing that bitch would probably know what happened between you and Grayson while you were gone, but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. If he was too distracted, it wouldn’t be any fun.

So you decide to pull his boxers down to where his pants still rested on his thighs, his cock springing up and hitting the bottom of his shirt. You lick your lips at the sight, truly enamored by it. Sometimes it really felt like you could never get enough, and when tequila was running through your veins? Forget it.

Your wrap your fingers around the base to keep it steady as you repeat your action from before, appreciate the taste and feel of his skin against your taste buds rather than the fabric of his underwear.

“Thought I was gonna fuck your face,” he huffs out, as pride bubbles through him. He couldn’t believe such a beautiful woman was sat on her knees in front of him in a bathroom at the bar because she was jealous of some random girl he didn’t even know the name of.

You sit back on your heals, your hands moving to your lap as you look up at him with your tongue out.

“There she is,” he mumbles, bringing his hand to your face, his fingers splaying over your cheek as his thumb holds your jaw in place.

His pointer finger moves down and over your tongue once, feeling how wet it is with saliva. “Ready?”

You merely whine in response, your patience wearing thin. He watches you shift on the tile and feels bad for a moment, but that quickly washes away as he feels his cock twitch at the reality of the situation.

He doesn’t waste another second, guiding his cock to your mouth with his free hand.

He only goes about halfway at first, gauging your reaction the entire time. You seemed to be doing well, so he decides to pull out and push back in the same amount a few times to get used to the new warmth of your mouth.

It felt good, the heaviness of his cock on your tongue. And watching him from this angle, his fingers still holding your mouth open as he started to fuck into you was glorious. He was using you for his pleasure, and you could see how good he already felt just from the few strokes into your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned, his hips continuing to move at a steady pace. You were waiting for more, however. You both knew you could take it, and you weren’t sure why he wasn’t going all the way in.

This made you groan around him, both in frustration and want. You needed him to know you wanted it too. His eyes shot from his cock to yours, his brow raising as he felt your cheek rise and fall with each of his thrusts.

“Need more of my cock, baby?”

You did what you could to nod, and that was all he needed to start fucking your face like he would your pussy.

All of a sudden his tip was at the back of your throat as his pace quickened. He was grunting above you, watching your face contour around his dick accordingly with each movement of his hips. He could hear every time you choked and would feel your throat constrict around him.

It occurred to you that the people outside could probably hear you, too, but you didn’t give a fuck. Watching this man hunch over you as he used your mouth for his pleasure was enough to make you forget the entire world.

“Fuck, baby. Always feel so good for me,” he whines, his other hand finding your hair so that he had complete control of your head. He was moving you in sync with his hips so that he was slamming you down every time, your nose catching on the corse hair at his base.

It was only when his grip got tighter on you that his hips stuttered and you knew he was close. His eyes were on you but you knew his brain was foggy as he watched with wonder as you took him completely in your mouth every time. You could feel the ache in your jaw and the tenderness in your throat, but watching him get like this was worth it.

“Fuck, gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum.” His quick breathing caused his words to almost sound like whispers, his chest lifting and falling fast as his cum started to shoot into the back of your throat.

You choked on it for a moment before swallowing around his cock, doing your best to take all of it. 

As soon as his dick fell from your lips, you sucked in a large breath, your lungs burning from the lack of quality breathing you’d been prevented from doing the past few minutes. You watch him lean back against the counter, his head rolled back on his shoulders to look at the ceiling as he did his best to even his own breathing.

You stood slowly, your knees aching as you came to your feet. You didn’t care though as you watched his blissed out face slowly come to look at you.

“That fucking mouth,” is all he’s able to huff out, and you giggle as you approach him.

“Only my mouth, right?”

He pouts at this, his hands falling to your hips as his thoughts finally come back to why you’re here in the first place.

“Always. Everything is only ever you. Can’t imagine doing life with anybody else. It’s crazy to me you’d ever think otherwise.”

You nod, giving his bicep a squeeze before you help him to pull his pants back up.

“I know. That fucking bitch just couldn’t keep her hands to herself, though. Didn’t like thinking about you with anyone else.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “She was a little touchy. But you have nothing to worry about. Especially not when you did shit like that.” He waves his hand around at where you’d been on the floor moments ago.

“Oh, so you’re only with me because I can fit your whole dick in my mouth?” You tease.

“Of course not,” he reassures. “It’s also because you let me put it in your ass.”

You scoff, shoving him as you move to fix your makeup in the mirror as you watch him chuckle. Luckily, there wasn’t too much damage done, just a bit of smudging under your eyes. You’re quick to wipe it away as you feel him move closer to the door, one hand around your waist.

“Gonna let me take you home so I can do that too?”

You bite your lip as if you’re contemplating his offer. Eventually you shrug, turning to face him. “I guess.”

“Good. Only girl I ever wanna bring home,” he mumbles as he grabs your chin to kiss you once more before grabbing your hand and exiting the bathroom.

You bring your thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth as you following behind him, making eye contact with the bitch who was all over him before, her and her friends waiting for the bathroom.

All you can do is smirk at her as she watches the two of you walk away together, Grayson’s eyes set on the exit. You’re sure he didn’t even notice her on his mission to get you to the car.

[isbus]

The City

Summary

Adam begins his adventure at the main spot for Greedy demons.

Chapter 2: All Bets Are Off

“What else do they have here?” I ask before regretting my decision as I knew, they have everything... don’t they? I groaned as he started listing off things such as clubs, restaurants, museums, casinos, wait, casinos? That sounds fun! Let’s go to the casino! I hope I’ll see King Dice or someone like that! “Let’s go to the casino!” 

“Which one? The Bettigan Casino is the most popular but if you want the least popular then...” he trailed off as I fake-snored. “Soo... you want the Bettigan Casino?”-I nod-“Alright, basic bitch casino it is.” He took my hand and dragged me out of the club to the packed streets, looking for bright lights and loud sounds as if he was a zombie. “This way, sidekick.”

Sam walked over to the right and over through an alley filled with moans, and groans, and lascivious noises just to be in front of a very bright building that was covered in multiple different lights. We entered through the velvet doors and saw multiple crazy sights- beautiful people playing outrageous games, many creatures with instruments playing on a stage, and people watching the music being played. 

“Wow... this place is huge!” I shake Sam with excitement and energy. I could hear Rock It For Me by Caravan Palace being played by the band but it quickly ended and soon Trouble by Cage the Elephant started. A girl with blonde hair and a red dress with a card skirt began to sing. “What should we do?” I was out-of-my-mind excited. 

“Haven’t you been in a casino before?” he asked, sounding curious as if the sights were new to him as well. 

“No, I died at 19.” I say matter-of-factly. He groans in response. 

“Shit, I died at 21 and didn’t get a chance to go to a casino so... I guess we’re both fucked on the thought of doing something here...” he looked down at his shoes before hearing the clicks from the shoes of someone who stood over him. He looked up when seeing his shadow overlapped by another man’s shadow. 

“Hello there, I’m Spade Clubs, but please, call me one or the other.” He smiled with pearly white teeth and pale rose lips. He had a brown quiff, a blue vest, dark blue slacks, a green club tie, a club mark next to his mouth, a green and blue top hat, and dark forest green dress shoes. His smile, which was directed towards Sam, suddenly became a grin when seeing me stare. “Are you curious, Adam?” 

“How do you know my name?” I ask. He chuckles back at me and pushes my fringe aside to look at me in both of my eyes. 

“I can see your horns, Adam.” I stare into his club and spade pupils as his face gets close to mine. He immediately backs up and laughs. “I’m kidding! I know it because I have my own Dead Encyclopedia!” I look awfully scared as he asks what’s up. 

“Oh, you got me, that’s all.” I felt the top of my head for safe measures. He laughs some more at my reaction, making me sound a little irritated at his annoying laugh. I bet some girl in the audience thinks it’s sexy. I laughed along with him before continuing to talk. “So, What should we do here?” I ask. 

“What do you feel like doing? Playing games? Listening to music? Having fun?” He whispered the last question just to wink. 

“None of that, we’re not fags!” Sam tried to defend before saying another word. “You’re not gay, right?” I shake my head. 

“I didn’t say you had to have me, you could have Diamond if you wanted to. But that’s not the point... you can do anything you want down here including eating broccoli soup with belladonna leaves! So, do what you wanna do, eat what you wanna eat, play what you wanna play, and so on and so forth.” His hands done weird gestures as he spoke about what happens down here. He laughed after he was done explaining. “So, I’ll help you out with what you can do down in Mr. Bettigan’s Casino of Fun and- well- fun!” 

I smile as he begins to push us towards a table by a window. We sat down and watched as the star of the show sing the final parts of the song. She vocalized at the end before exiting the stage. I noticed Spade walk over to the backstage but I couldn’t tell what was happening from there. Suddenly I saw them both walk out from backstage and walk towards our table. Women were vocalizing and once I looked on the stage, I saw a bowl of clam chowder sat on a stool behind the microphone. 

“How do you do? I see you met my faithful waiting-man.” She sung to the beat. I noticed that the clam chowder, as anyone would expect, wasn’t singing. She smiled. “Alright I’m done with the jokes. I’m Diamond Hearts. What’s your name? Isn’t it Adam Vil?”

I nearly shouted in rage from how pretty much everyone I met knew my name. “Yes, how’d you know?” I asked, sounding a tad annoyed.. 

“Oh, this is simple, it goes a little like Spade-told-me-everything.” She laughed. “Now, what would you like to do? Eat, drink, play, or all of the above?” I was hungry so I told her that I wanted to do all of the above starting with food. Spade moved over to the a door which I presumed lead to the kitchen and came out with menus in the crook of his arm. Diamond took one from Spade and then passed it over to me. Spade gave the other one to Sam while looking over at Diamond with a sincere smile. 

“Touch the button in the middle whenever you’re ready to order and I’ll be rushing to your table in a matter of time.” He directed his smile to us before strutting over to the entrance where he began to wait for the next people to enter. I pulled up the menu that was handed to me and searched the menu for something that suited my fancy. 

Sam on the other hand, looked over the menu then put it down with the speed of Usain Bolt. He looked over at me as I gave him a questioning stare. “What? All I want is a bottle of whiskey and some chicken tenders.” He nearly shouted. Spade heard that and rushed over to our table. 

“Didn’t I tell you that you have to press the button? But never mind your mistake, I presume you’re ready to order?” He asked sounding kind to cover up his anger. “You,”-he pointed to Sam-“ordered whiskey and chicken tenders; couldn’t forget that for the world. So, Adam, what would you like?” He looked over at me— was his spade pupil always on the left side? 

“I want vodka and Salisbury steak with mashed potatoes.” I simply stated while Sam glared. 

“Oh! How exciting and different that is! I’ll get my cooks to make it the best just for you as you ARE the prince of Hell.” He giggled like a girl then ambled over to the kitchen. I stared at Sam as he glanced back at me from time to time.

He sounded irritated as he asked me the most boring question. “What?”  

“Nothing but one question; why whiskey and chicken tenders?” I didn’t know what to ask so I just asked a question that was in the back of my head and should have not been asked. It was awkward cause I knew what his response was, “Why should I tell you”, or “It’s because my family liked it”. But I never would guess anything like what he said. 

“I ate that when I died,” I assumed that his food was poisoned or something until I was fully aware of why their was a noose around his neck and a shirt that said ‘Beer Pong Champ’ in black sharpie on the blank canvas of a shirt. “Before I killed myself, I was drinking and eating that same meal. But then I got so drunk, I must’ve hung myself.”

My heart was tugged at as he spoken about his death. “That’s depressing...” I mumbled. I thought about my death and realized that we had similarities. "Wait," 

"What?" He quickly responded. 

I thought about it some more before continuing the conversation. "I had a friend when I was alive who committed suicide while intoxicated. Could that have been you?" I looked at him in the eyes. 

"I- Maybe... But my Adam didn't know his dad- Wait. That explains everything! No wonder we get along so well!" He reached over the table with his arms out for a hug. I rejoiced in my head and done the same as him. Our arms wrapped around each other as we smiled.

When we were in the middle of said hug, we heard someone clear their throat. "Hot food and cold drinks are here!" We stopped hugging, sat back down, and looked to see Spade with a tray of food. "Thank you." He smirked with a singy-song voice. Spade sat the food down in our respective areas along with the drinks towards the tops of our knives. 

"Thanks, Spade!" We both conveyed to him. 

He laughed since we were synchronized when speaking. "It's nothing as long as you pay the bill." Spade howled with laughter. "Now let me leave you two lovebirds alone." He began to walk away before we could start protesting against his words. Sam shook his head. 

"Never really liked the king, or the queen, or any of the card demons. They're all just bad people." Sam mumbled under his breath. 

I was very confused. "Who and what are you talking about?" I asked him like if I didn't know I was gonna die... again. 

Sam glared at Spade as he sashayed away. "Don't you know? He's the king of black cards, Diamond is the queen of red cards, there's two more but they don't go with the suits. They're just jack and joker. The people who run this place are card demons. They suffer from the sin of greed. Like Spade's death; he used to bet his life for a abundance of money." 

"Wow... I didn't think of that..." Then I started to think of the other sins. 

If they suffer from the sin of greed then there must be at least six other sins to deal with in my venture through The City... 

"Uh, hello? Ya there?" Sam snapped me back into reality with his rough voice that makes me- wait. I nearly said something I might regret... oOpS 

"Oh! Uh.. yeah just thinking." I responded awkwardly. 

"Don't think to much; those demons of Lovers Land really like a man who can think without his dick." He laughed. I didn't laugh until I came to realize that maybe the demons there might be strippers. I bet they work at a club like 'Satan is my Daddy'. 

"Haha, yeah." He was really funny for a guy with such a tragic backstory. Although, that makes sense since that one comedian said something about funny people being depressed and stuff. I can't remember the exact quote. But instead of dwelling on his sadness, I decided to eat. 

Once he remembered that he had food, after seeing me dig in, he took a few bites. "It seems they put a little bit of hearts hormones on my chicken tenders..." he told himself. 

"Of course we did!" Spade loomed over Sam and smiled with closed eyes. Suddenly opening them to see his pupils switched from what we were used to. "What better way to knock out the prince of Hell's friend?" That sincere smiled changed to a sinister grin. 

"Good thing that chef of yours put in only one shot." Out of fucking nowhere, the glass shattered leaving us with, surprisingly, no cuts? Once our eyes opened from the shock, we looked over to our right to see (insert LoZ Chest Opening Music here) a man with messy blonde hair, a decorative mask, and a Vega-like* costume. 

"Prince Adam," He began, his words muffled by the mask since it had no mouth holes. "It's time to meet your fate... AGAIN!" He shouted while drawing his sword, a blood stained katana. 

"Who in (censored)'s name are you?!" His eyes, which you could barely tell, widened. 

"How dare you speak the un-lord's name in vain?! No wonder the king sent me here to kill you... again." You could barely tell but he began glaring at me. "I wonder how many cuts it'll take for the Devil's son to officially die..." 

Sam throws a bottle down to get the guy's attention. "I bet you won't be able to cut him at all!" 

The man, about to cut me, stopped at the word 'bet'. "What are you going to give me in return?" 

"This!" He holds up a hand grenade which was covered in rust and had an upside down cross. 

It was clear that he wanted it, by the way he stared in awe. "The 'Unholy Hand Grenade'?! How did you get your hands on that?!" 

"Does it matter? It's yours if you manage to slice him at least once." Sam winks at me. 

"Did you just wink at him?" 

"Of course not. Why?" 

"I swore you did..." 

"If you keep it up I won't give you it." 

"Ugh!" The man rushes towards me with his katana. "Give me everything you got, Adam!" He begins by jabbing at me, which I avoided by backing up. I tripped over a table, but I immediately got behind it. Once I thought I was safe, he stabbed through the round table. If I was any closer, it would be through my head. 

I thought he would pull it out and try stabbing in a different area of the table, but he actually lifted the table with his sword. What is his sword made of?! 

I tried running away but, before I could, he grabbed my shirt. Then I remembered Sam's wink. I thought quickly about what it meant, then I saw him about to slice my neck. My first instinct was to put my arm in front of my neck. 

I looked at my arm, and there was a deep, bloody, cut. I was about to scream in fear and pain, but I realized something very weird. There was no pain. I didn't feel the cut or anything. I might be imagining things, but, it looked like it was beginning to close up. 

"I did it!" He shouted. "Now, give me that Unholy Hand Grenade and I will end this!" 

Sam slightly grins. "Alright," he starts taking the pin out. "I will." The masked man's mask falls off and shows his terror. 

"NO! PLEASE, NO!" He yells in a plea. Once the pin was nearly out, a man with blonde hair, a yellow shirt and sneakers, and a jacket with pants (both black), snatched the hand grenade out of Sam's hand- pin and all. 

"Yoinked!" He grins. "Buh-Bye!" He throws his hand down as if he thrown a smoke bomb, then yellow smoke filled the room, and he was gone. 

Everyone who was still here, coughed and gagged on the smoke. People opened the windows to air out the yellow fog, and saw something that kids shouldn't see. Where the man was standing when he 'Yoinked' the Unholy Hand Grenade, was a mini slot machine which had a dancing stick figure*. 

"Damn. My most expensive item." He looked down. 

I quickly changed the subject. "Sam, where are we going next, anyway?"

- NOTES -

*1: Vega is a character from the Street Fighter franchise who I inspired the Masked man Jack O. Trades off of. 

*2 The Dancing Stick figure is a reference to Henry Stickman (GET DISTRACTED)

[bioodorange]

Hey since you’re taking requests for kinkytober how about tim/masky with overstimulation 💚💚

I hope you enjoy, day one of kinktober!

Add this to the list of reasons why I'm going to hell

TW!! Oversimulation, Jealousy, Dubcon, Daddy Kink, Slight! Vouyerism, Choking, Light Spanking

Yes this one will have a part 2

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|| Busy Night Masky x Reader Smut ||

The room smelled of alcohol and sweat. It was amazing how much of a mess a few dozen people could make in a few hours, and how loud they could be. The immunity to it all had escaped you after the punch and cheap beer had warm off.

Left with a head ache and ringing ears, you found solace in the over stuffed pillows of a musty old couch. The only one that didn't smell of cum or vomit.

Somehow a few friends and some some drinks and turned into a batshit crazy, over crowded party. Somehow had started up in the small cabin, usually used for retreats. music with much to loud of a base played and people were screaming for no damn reason. If it wasn't for the tricky inner workings of the Slender forest, you all would have been screwed over.

Missing the liberties of drunken fun, you buried yourself further into the confines of Toby and the sofa. Toby had never had a taste for alcohol so, he'd been deemed with the job of "designated drink holder" and was currently watching your cup of water while chatting with Helen, who sat in the chair adjacent to him.

Everyone seemed to be having a fine time, including you, who had someone how managed to get comfortable curled up on the beat up couch. But Tim, he sure as shit wasn't having a good time. After spending a few hours looking for you unsuccessfully (dumbass this house has like 5 rooms how-), he learned that you were curled up half asleep with Toby.

Now Tim didn't hate the boy- but he didn't like him either. Toby was the golden child and had knocked him down from his place as number one, and he was only a damn kid! So seeing you all cuddled up with him like that struck a nerve with him.

Walking over to you too, you knew you were screwed when the familiar smell of cigarettes, metal and leather filled your nose. Feeling the couch dip, you didn't dare object as your boyfriend pulled you into his lap, tucking some of your matted hair away from your face.

"Hey princess, how's your night going?" He asked, anger lacing his voice as his hand gripped your hip tightly. All you could do was whine lowly at this point and weakly try to get away. You knew him well and you knew where this was going, but the need to sleep overwhelmed you.

Shaking his head, the man pulled you back towards him bucking his hips into yours as he did. Feeling his semi hard cock on your heat made you mewl softly in pleasure. His possessiveness in the situation also fueled the heat growing between your thighs.

Without any more objections you sat in Tim's lap, gently rocking yourself on his lap and relishing in the pleasure it provided. Turning around to check on you, Toby smiled. "Feeling better?" He asked. Nodding reluctantly you felt your partner's large hands rubbing the side of your bare thigh. "Y-yeah I fell asleep for a bit and that h- /elped."

What looked like shifting around was actually Tim grinding himself against you, a bit rougher then before. This caused your voice to break near the end of your statement, and a flush to cover your face.

Knitting his eyebrows together, Toby looked at you worriedly. "A-are you sure you're okay?" He asked. This time you only responded with a nod as you stood up, swaying a bit. "Yeah I just need some water..c'mon" you said, taking Tim's hand and practically pulling him across the room.

"Really smooth of you, Toby was holding your damn water." The male chuckled, causing the tips of your ears to turn off pink. "Shut up!" You huffed a few moments later, which was a mistake.

Suddenly you found yourself against the wall, Tim pinning you there. "Shut up? Was I the one getting handsy with someone else? No." He whispered, his voice husk as his hands traveled down your sides. Biting your lip in anticipation, you felt him flip up your shirt a bit as his calloused fingers graced your bare hips.

"If anyone should be shutting up it's you, we both know how loud you can get." Another slam, his hips pressed to yours and hands under your thighs. Rutting into you, your blessed noises were lost when your lips met

Everything was driving you crazy, the hard on her had rested just below your core, the breathy moans he let out at the soft tugs of his hair. Bodies molded together, desired ratited off of you both.

Pulling back for air, you gave him a pleading look "Please daddy.." hearing that dirty name on your innocent lips pushed Tim over the edge. Fumbling around his hand fell on the brass nob of the bathroom, opening the door he kept you pressed to his hip as he locked it behind him

This time instead off wood, you were rested on the sink. No time was wasted, Tim tossed his own shirt into the corner while you discared your dress aswell.

Seeing you naked, wet spot between your legs and fading love bites on your skin made him groan out loud. Skin met skin as he yet again pulled you close. His strong hands groping your chest, and lips straying down your neck distracted you from the fact that your heat was a few inches shy of the haven that was his hips.

The ignorance didn't last long, soon enough Tim was chasing his own pleasure as well. Attempting to undo his buckle with one hand, he was happy when you reached out to help him. Unsheathing his cock, you'd barley nodded to him when he was balls deep in your folds.

A wanton moan escaped your lips as he began a relentless pace. "Keep quiet.." he panted to focused on his thrusts to really talk. Covering your mouth with one hand, it barely helped to maintain your noise. Slowing his movements, he wrapped his hand around your throat, using your neck as a handle to fuck you.

A few minutes went by and your clit began to ache from lack of attention. Reaching for the senstive bud, your boyfriend swatted your hand away. "Good sluts take what they're given..." He panted, quickening his pace inside you.

Knuckles as white as the porcelain, sink beneath you. Feeling the coil tighten in your abdomen, you knew you were close. And by the way his breaths got heavier, and the twitch of his cock you knew he was too.

Relinquishing his hold on your throat to grip the sink, you covered your own mouth as he hammered into you. Soon enough his thrusts began to get sloppy and he came, bottoming out inside you as he panted, head bowed.

Your orgasm chased right after, spots of white flooded your vision as he pulled out. White, sticky cum coating your thighs.

Going to get off the sink, Tim pressed you to again, this time you were doubled over it, breasts touching the cold material of the basin. Without as much as warning he began thrusting into you.

The aching returned and you whined in protest, earning a slap on the ass. "Take it like a good bitch, you're good aren't you?" He asked, the sound of skin on skin filling up the room. Nodding, you found it hard to talk, but that wasn't enough for him. Grabbing your hair, he jerked hour head up, giving you a perfect view. You could faintly see his v-line as he thrust into you, your bouncing chest obscuring the bottom of the mirror.

"I-I ye~ f-fuck!~!" You couldn't help but stop mid sentence and stop midsentence and hold onto the sink. His cock hit the perfect spot inside of you, one that made you see stars with each piston of his hips. And his balls, hitting your neglected clit whenever the two of you met

"Go on, say it!" He commanded tugging your hair again, laying another hard slap on your bare cheek. "I-i am!" You managed to scream, body slumping forward as you came for the second time. But this didn't stop Tim. Releasing your hair he began to go rougher, evidently seeking his own release.

"D-daddy..!" You whined, pitifully trying to push yourself off him your legs starting to hulk. "quiet princess you did this to yourself.." stated, taking a hold of hips and pulling you close as he came for the second time

"Good girl." He praised, sitting you on the toilet and wiping your legs down with a warm rag, and a tender kiss. He cleaned himself up aswell and tossed the rag on the floor and did a half ass job of whiping up the cum.

"You're so good to me." He muttered, helping you back into your dress and slipping his jacket over your shoulders. Once he was all set him self, he was kind enough to half carry you through out the house.

The walk home was easy, quiet and peaceful. But when you arrived home, he tossed you onto his bed and loomed over you, it looked like tonight wasn't over after all.

[h2bakugou]

blood-boiling | katsuki bakugou

summary: bakugou despises you, more than he does anyone else. you’re strong, and you don’t take shit from anyone. so when bakugou confronts you, it's more than just a heated argument that ensues.

all characters aged 18+ au!!

a/n: i’m writing smut now what is life also i’m very tired, i went to a haunted hayride thing last night and i thought i was actually going to shit my pants so there's that for me.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, angst, smut

word count: 2,026

nsfw under the cut!!!

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Your classmates described you as very driven, and passionate. You didn’t take shit from anyone, and encouraged others to do their hardest and not let what others say get in the way of what they feel.

It was a valuable lesson you’d learned at a young age. You let everyone affect you, but you knew that if you wanted to be a hero, and get someone in life, you couldn’t let everyone’s opinions, or whatever else they had to say about you, discourage you.

That’s how they’d see your weaknesses, and know exactly how to take you down. 

And you’d be damned if you were going to let someone in your class try and bring you down.

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Bakugou hated you, you’d probably say he even despised you. No matter what you called it, you weren’t on good terms.

Bakugou was stubborn and extremely cocky. But he was talented, and from a peer standpoint, you were happy to see him as a succeeding classmate, but you hated how he acted, insisting that they were weak or unprepared.

Bakugou couldn’t wrap his head around you. You were complex and had your fair share of walls up. What were you so afraid of him seeing? Why did you never retaliate when he made a comment about you slipping up on the courses?

Why didn’t you acknowledge him?

Bakugou was jealous you gave your attention to IcyHot more than anyone else. He didn’t see what you saw in the damn guy.

Todoroki was smart, and extremely reserved, on many levels. You found yourself talking to him more and more, curious about how he’d been doing.

You’d grown up with class 1-A. And now that you were all older, it was crazy to see how everyone had matured. Except for Katsuki.

While he had matured physically, and quite attractive at that, he still seemed to carry the same cocky attitude around.

The day had dragged on for long enough it seemed. In class, you all did a small training course, something similar to ones you did regularly for PE.

You’d slipped up a bit, losing balance. It wasn’t that big of a deal but Bakugou noticed. And he was on your ass about it for the rest of the day.

“A slip up like that could get you killed. You should practice more (l/n).” He insulted, watching as you looked up from the ground to look at him. It was the first time that week that you’d looked him in the eyes.

Bakugou almost felt a pang of regret ring through his body. Your eyes seemed to gloss over in the lighting but no tears fell from your eyes. You’d preached about not letting what people say get to you, but you broke sometimes, but nobody ever saw those moments.

It was nothing, what he’d said to you at least. Todoroki shot Bakugou a glance which only caused Bakugou to retort something at him.

“Jeez IcyHot, I’m not pining after your girlfriend, just tell her to try harder next time, she’s clearly been slacking.” Bakugou wanted to take back what he’d said this time.

He felt his blood boil when he joked about you being Todoroki’s girlfriend. He made himself angry by joking around.

“Shut up.” Todoroki snorted, rolling his eyes, glancing over at you.

You just laughed to yourself and headed back inside to get some water.

This was just one of the occurrences like this. Bakugou ran them through his mind until he’d had enough. He needed to talk to you. He was going to talk to you.

You were walking through the halls, heading back toward your room.

A pair of strong hands forced you against the lockers you were passing by.

“What’s your fucking deal?!” Bakugou yelled, your mind adjusting to what was happening.

“What?” You questioned softly, confused of what he was accusing you of.

“You always think you're so better than everyone, walking around with your head high, what the fuck do you think we are?” Bakugou pressed his fingers into your shoulder blades, causing you to feel a bit of discomfort.

“I don’t! You discourage all of your classmates, you ever think about that?” You groan, shoving him off of you. His hand reaches for your wrist, but you dodge him.

“I do not! You’re always painting me to be the bad guy.” Bakugou insults, marching after you.

“Maybe it’s because your some stubborn asshole who likes to just call everyone weak when they slip up!” You yell, baking up further and further, watching as your room number approached door by door slowly.

“You need to watch your fucking mouth.” Bakugou looked down, trying not to get all riled up since it was late.

“Maybe you need an attitude adjustment. Haven’t you noticed how everyone has seemingly changed yet you still think your hot fucking shit huh?” You reached for your doorknob, twisting it quickly.

But not fast enough.

Bakugou grinned and looked down at his hand pulling the door closed, your body pressed against it.

“I said you need to watch your mouth.” Bakugou’s eyes pierced into yours. They were filled with anger, and something else.

“Make me.” You growled.

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Bakugou’s eye twitched. His arm moved slightly, your door opening, you falling into your room. Bakugou took a few steps inward, closing the door behind the two of you.

“What the fuck are you-” You were cut off by Bakugou’s hand in yours, pulling you upward. Your body hit his, causing you to look into his eyes.

“You’re such a bitch, just shut up already.” Bakugou rolled his eyes. You felt a blush spread to your cheeks. You’d be lying if you said Bakugou wasn’t the least bit attractive.

He was extremely handsome, and sure, you’d had a crush on him, but it didn’t make up for him being an asshole.

Still, if this was where it was going to go, maybe one night wouldn’t be so bad.

“This isn’t going to change how I think about you.” You whisper, looking back at your bed.

“Just put your mouth to something useful unlike talking.” Bakugou walked over to your bed, dragging you along with him.

“Just as angry as always I see.” You smirk.

“What did I just say?” Bakugou looked at you, watching you as he undid his belt and slowly dropped his pants.

You opened your mouth to speak but remembered what he’d said. You bent down on your knees and used your hand to stroke his cock.

When he was hard, you slipped his cock into your mouth, beginning to blow the guy you’d ‘despised’ for years.

“You really are a slut huh.” Bakugou groaned, leaning his head back, his hands falling into your hair, guiding your mouth on his cock.

You continued blowing Bakugou, feeling yourself get worked up. 

Bakugou let out a low groan, the feeling of your mouth around his cock, sending him over the edge. He came in your mouth and watched as you swallowed it proudly.

“Fucking whore.” Bakugou smirked. You stood up and pulled your shirt off, tossing it to the side.

Bakugou hopped up and pushed you down onto the bed, you landing ass up.

“You could’ve asked and I would’ve laid down.” You grunted, a stinging pain washing over your body.

Bakugou slapped your ass. Curse the school uniforms.

Your skirt was torn off by Bakugou, your sheer tights following afterward, and your underwear after them.

Bakugou was left with an outstanding view of your backside. Bakugou ran his fingers between your folds, earning a moan from you.

You gripped the sheets on your bed, almost embarrassed by moaning so quickly. He’d just touched you and you were succumbing to him. 

“You got so wet just by sucking my dick?” Bakugou laughed, gripping your ass with both of his hands, spreading you apart.

His tongue dipped into you, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure.

“F-Fuck.” You moaned out, gripping the fabric in your hands tighter.

Bakugou ate you out, enjoying watching you squirm under him. He couldn’t wait to be inside you.

Bakugou pulled away after successfully making you cum once. You’d came on his tongue, just by him eating you out. You were scared to see what else he was capable of if he could make you cum just by eating you out.

“You’ve been waiting for my dick to fill you up haven’t you?” Bakugou slapped your ass, sending your head back.

“Just do it already.” You groaned, tired of hearing him talk.

“Oh no, babygirl, I can wait.” Bakugou teased you with the tip of his cock, running it between your folds.

“Please fuck me.” You looked back at him, watching a smirk grow on his lips.

“That’s more like it.” Bakugou thrust his hips into you, sending your body forward.

You moaned, biting your lip, your eyes rolling back.

“I thought with how cocky you were, you were going to be much smaller than this.” You laughed, thinking about how you thought he was compensating for something.

“You’re going to pay for ever thinking that.” Bakugou fucked you harder, his hips slamming into yours faster, and harder. You let out another moan, your breath hitching in your throat.

“Not so big and bold when you’re being fucked huh?” Bakugou slapped your ass once more, sending you over the edge, his cock hitting your g spot.

“You fuck good when you’re angry.” You compliment.

“You wanna fuck me when I’m not?” Bakugou’s smirk disappeared, his anger seeming to settle a little.

“You’re attractive but your attitude is the worst.” You groaned.

“I’ll keep that in mind, babygirl.” Bakugou grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it tightly. It brought your head up, allowing him to grip your neck with his other hand.

“Fuck, right there.” You breathed out, Bakugou hitting against your g spot numerous times.

“Cum for me slut.” Bakugou groaned, feeling your walls clench around his cock.

“F-fuck!” You released, feeling Bakugou slow down.

Bakugou pulled out and smirked at how much of a mess he’d made you.

Bakugou plopped down beside you and let out a few breaths.

“You’re not as bad as I thought you were.” You admitted.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean!?” Bakugou looked at you, a confused look on his face.

“It means-”

Bakugou’s lips were on yours, kissing you. You blushed, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Bakugou pulled away and rested his hand on your cheek.

“You can’t say anything about this unless you become my girlfriend.” Bakugou huffs, looking away from you.

“Are you blushing?” You look at him, watching as he got all huffy and annoyed.

“No! Shut up and just say you’ll go out with me already damnit!” Bakugou hopped up and pulled his clothes back on.

“I’ll go out with you, dummy, but you’re all flustered.” You teased, putting on some sleep clothes.

“I am not!” Bakugou protested.

“Okay, sunshine, whatever you say.” You tease, looking at the clock. A yawn escaped your lips, causing Bakugou to look at you.

“Get some sleep.” Bakugou said quietly.

“You could stay if you wanted.” You offered. Bakugou’s eyes lit up, but he didn’t show any signs of excitement.

“I’m not cuddling you.” Bakugou stated, climbing into bed with you.

“You don’t have to, but you’ll probably end up doing it.” You tease him, laying beside him.

- - -

When you woke up the next morning, Bakugou’s arms were tightly around your waist, but he denied them being there, even when he woke up with you in his arms.

It might’ve been the first wild night with a fight that led to hot sex, but it sure as hell wasn’t the last, well the hot sex part at least.

Bakugou was secretly the biggest teddy bear. And you felt bad for giving him shit, because he really wasn’t as mean as you thought he was.

When the news got out, by Bakugou’s doing, of course, telling Kirishima, who told everyone else, people were surprised.

Especially Shoto, who thought they two of you were sworn enemies.

But he congratulated Katsukie nonetheless, which was interesting to see happen.

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                 masterlist

[msbelmonttepesbelnades]

A/n: Trevor is my favorite... so enjoy ;) Also as I’m writing and looking at the other a-z I’ve written. I can see I missed a few letters in some of them lmao.

Trevor

Aftercare

Trevor is a tad bit indolent with his aftercare. He likes to lay there with his partner, usually behind them or on his side. Just so he can plant soft kisses on your back and shoulders. He’s one to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to his broad chest.

Body Part

For himself, I can see Trevor liking his hands and forearms. His hands are strong and warm, they’re what keep you safe from harm. He also knows he has an angular jaw. He likes when you trace your fingers along his chin and jawline.

On his s/o, Trevor can’t seem to choose because he likes everything. Relishing the fact that he has you naked and in his hands. But, I suppose if he had to pick it would be your thighs. He loves to squeeze them, bite them and lay his head in your lap. His stubble tickles when he’s in between them.

Cum

It’s very thick and hard to swallow at first, it’s not very sticky but don’t let it dry cause it’ll be a bitch to try and get out later. Fucking cements over lmao. Despite that it surprisingly tastes great and it isn’t very salty. He says it the beer and ale he drinks that makes it tastes so...intoxicating.

Dirty Secret

In his younger days whilst traveling around, he would often drink himself into a coma just to get to sleep at night. He does it less now that he has the company of Sypha. But one night while staying in an inn he saw this servant girl working down in the tavern. As the night went on, Trevor would catch her stealing suggestive glances his way. Trevor tried to ignore it but he couldn’t, it had been ages since his last lay and he was definitely aching for the touch of a woman. So, that night he invited her to his room. He had every intent on fucking her filthy but...didn’t? Or rather he couldn’t, not the way he intended. She had brought him a complimentary tankard of ale. She drugged him, tied him up to the bed post and had her way with him. In the midst of the haze that was inflicted on him he could see through cloudy vision that she was robbing him. She took everything. The next morning he woke up still tied down and with an intense headache. He had to call for help, it was extremely embarrassing and when he was asked what happened he didn’t say. It’s a dirty little secret he’s taking to the grave. He actually saw the girl again but didn’t have the heart to go confront her about it.

Experience

He’s got it under his belt, he’s not a horn dog but he’s slept around enough to know what he’s doing. How to do it right, how to do it even better. As well as knowing what he likes and what turns him on. Surely there will never be disappointment when sleeping with Trevor. Unless he’s completely wasted.

Favorite Position

Kneeling missionary, he likes hovering over you. Your back on the ground while he’s thrusting into you at an angle that’s extremely difficult to not let drive you mad. He likes looking at your face, he likes seeing your chest heave and your lips parted. It makes him hard and his thrusts harder. He also likes it when you’re on top riding him, he likes it playful and a bit rough so do whatever you want to him.

Goofy

It’s not overly silly with him but you can’t have sex with Trevor and not laugh. He likes to joke about how flustered he makes his you. This man is so much fun, but when the night calls for passion. He makes you giggle a little less and moan and whimper a lot more.

Hair

He’s mildly hairy at best. He’s got a happy trail but surprisingly very little chest hair. I’m not gonna lie you might catch a pube going down on him lmao. Which will make him actually trim, but very little. He likes having quite a bit of hair down there.

Intimacy

He can be very intimate, it won’t ever be awkward with him. He makes sure you’re comfortable and let you know that he adores you when his words aren’t enough. Trevor is likely very sensual too, so it’s not always about an orgasm with him.

Jack-Off

He does it, not very often he’s usually good at holding it off while he’s traveling. It doesn’t resonate when he has to climb through shit pipes and fight drunks at taverns who have a personal vendetta against his family. But, when he’s finally relaxed and not dealing with any imminent stress or danger it sets in. He can’t ignore it once he starts think about it and it tends to help him feel better.

Kink

Trevor likes bondage, has an oral fixation when it comes to his partner. He loves their lips and mouth. Suck/lick on his fingers playfully or do the same to yours and he’ll just stare. He doesn’t fancy hurting his partner but he will choke playfully. He also likes to Roleplay, I could see him being into fucking you dressed up as a nun. His dirty talk is better than anyone else’s too, it’s probably bc he swears a lot.

Location

Back of the wagon, anywhere you’ll be covered and undisturbed. He doesn’t mind getting caught but he doesn’t want to have a too high risk of it happening. Mainly because he wants to finish what he’s started with you and because he likes being thorough with his fucking. He doesn’t care if people hear though lmao.

Motivation

When he’s relaxed and is able to let his guard down without any fear of something crazy or outlandish happening he will fuck as much as you want and may even ask for it on his own. His libido is medium to high depending on the day. During the winter it’s much higher for some reason? Maybe it’s the need to keep a regular body temperature.

No

Nothing insanely public, he won’t do anything they involves a risk of life endangerment. Like fucking in the middle of the night outside in the forest where night creatures run amuck. Sex is supposed to be fun, adventurous and experimental. No excess adrenaline pls, be gets enough of that already. Other than that he’ll probably do whatever you ask for.

Oral

A receiver however he can give, he’s good if he’s walked through it; a bit messy but still decent. He can definitely make your toes curl a few times if he’s really into it. But, nothing beats him seeing his your lips wrapped around his dick. It’s thick too, so if you can take the whole thing then he’ll blank out. He loves how it makes him weak in the knees and writhe a bit when he’s sitting. Trevor will gladly face fuck you. If you swallow he’ll do anything you want I swear lmao.

Pace

Given Trevor’s size, he has to go slow. He doesn’t want to hurt you, he wants to make you feel good. His pace quickens the more adjusted you become. His thrusts are deep and extremely filling, there’s no part of you that will be left untouched and stretched out.

Quickie

Yeah he’s down, definitely down to fuck. All you need to do in those small moments of relaxation and peace that you both share together while on the road traveling, is to ask. He’s down to have you to himself during these moments and they’re surprisingly sensual and intimate.

Risk

Not into it, I mean he might fuck in risky places but he definitely prefers not to. He’s always on edge and needs to relax and if he wants to really enjoy the time he has with you, he wants to do it risk free.

Stamina

If he rushes, two-three rounds with a 10 minute refractory period. If he takes his time, about 4-6 rounds and that is not counting when the sun comes up. One round lasts between 35 minutes to two hours with him, maybe three if y’all are getting kinky.

Toy

I don’t believe he owns any ‘toys’ with the exception of his whip. He won’t hit you with it lmao but he will tie you up with it.

X-Ray

He’s got girth, 4in inches thick he’s a bit above average in length aground 7.5in maybe 8in. He as a prominent vein going up the underside of his shaft to the base of his head. It would be wise to listen to him when he says take your time.

Yearning

His yearning is about average, possibly above average with his s/o constantly around. The Belmont has an unbelievable amount of self control, except when he’s drunk lmao.

Zzz

He has trouble sleeping when he’s alone but, after the act and when he’s with you cuddled up in bed he’ll KO and will happily sleep through the night. Though there are times when he’ll wake up during the night and his movements will stir you. Just hold him close and tell him it’ll be okay and he’ll go back to sleep!

[aceresources]

Shades Evil Dead MC Book 3- Memes Part Six

FEEL FREE TO CHANGE THE GENDER TO WHATEVER SUITS YOUR MUSE. WARNING LANGUAGE.

“I don’t want to say shit I’ll regret.” “So, I’m asking is ___ yours?” “So you claimin’ her?” “Welcome to the family, darlin’.” “Thank you, ___. That’s sweet of you.” “Hell, I ain’t sweet.” “She better learn how to bitch and moan like the rest of ‘em or she ain’t gonna make it in this group.” “Nobody, and mind your own damn business, fuckface.” “Here darlin’ I’ll pour you one.” “Shouldn’t you be sweet talking ___? She’s the one you fucked last night.” “Who’d you hear that from?” “Her. Are you denying it?” “No. Just saying it was a mistake, ___.” “You tryin’ to get back on her good side?” “He’d have to suck up at the speed of light.” “Say the word and I’ll kill him for you.” “I can handle him.” “Well, I don’t trust anything with two heads and only one brain.” “Boy you’re screwed. She’s gonna poison you next draft.” “I mouth off to everybody. People love that about me.” “This shit cracks me up.” “So what exactly is your plan to get ___? ‘Cause if that was it, I don’t think it’s workin’.” “I thought I’d stand next to you.” “’Cause next to you I look like a catch.” “Seriously, shithead, what’s your plan?” “You had me until the last part.” “Why do you think she’s so fucking hard to get?” “Go on, ___. Take a shot. What have you got to lose?” “You’re right. Enough of this game playing.” “I should take up motivational speaking.” “Something I got to do right quick, babe. Be right back.” “___, I can’t take that.”   “Please honey. Let me do this for you.” “God is that what you sound like on a date, ___?” “We take care of our own darlin’.” “You’re family, darlin’. Always will be.”   “So enough talkin’. Let’s get to celebrating.” “I know right now you think you’re with, ___.” “___ and I are really close.” “He may even give her fifthteen minutes. But then he comes back. To me.” “Because he and I have a connection.” “Now whatever you think you have going on with him won’t last, and then it’ll be time for you to leave.” “If you don’t you will be sorry.” “Right. We need to talk. Come on.” “Been meanin’ to have this conversation with you.” “Just say what you have to say.” “___, there’ve been women since you left.” “Not gonna deny that.” “We have some fun and they go on their way.” “They know the deal, and they don’t expect more. Because I don’t let ‘em expect more.” “But those times are in the past.” “What does that even mean?” “Means those women are a thing of the fuckin’ past.” “Means I won’t be with anyone buy you from now on.” “That’s not what ___ just told me.” “And what exactly did ___ tell you?” “She said you and her have a connection.” “She said you may stray, but you and her have a connection.” “She said you may stray but you always come back to her.” “She said I wouldn’t last fifteen minutes.” “First, ___’s half crazy. Seriously, babe, she’s delusional.” “You can believe about one tenth of what comes out of her mouth.” “Second, I was with her once. Once.” “You hear me? And I’m, not goin’ back for seconds. Ever.” “Baby we both have pasts. We’ve been apart ten years.” “I haven’t been a monk.” “Women come around the club, and yeah, I partook in that and all that entails.” “But it’s done. I’m tellin’ you it’s done, and my word needs to be enough for you.” “And although I’m tryin’ to hard not to think about it, I’m sure you been with other men too.” “We both need to set that aside if we’re gonna be together from now on.” “Do you understand me?” “You promise me there won’t be anyone else?” “I promise you.” “You have questions you come to me.” “If there are explanations I gotta make, I’ll make ‘em.” “But I will never be explainin’ that I just fucked someone else. ‘Cause that ain’t ever gonna happen.” “You clear on that?” “What the fuck for?” “You better get down here.” “I gotta go deal with some stuff. Stay here.” “Don’t leave this room till I get back.” “We got more shit to talk about. Hear me?” “You want to tell me why the fucking ___ are at the gate looking for you?” “Me? Why would they be looking for me?” “If I were you, I’d get serious real fast, ___.” “You want to tell me where you’ve been the last ten years?” “How would you even cross paths?” “___, why do they want you?” “They think I stole from them.” “What exactly do they think you stole?” “Goddamn, ___. Does everything have to be like pulling teeth with you?” “Just fucking tell me.” “So this ___ thinks you stole drugs and money from him?” “He’s dead.” “And I’m sure his brothers think I’m the one who killed him.” “Why would they think that?” “Because they found the dagger, they knew he gave me for my birthday sticking out of his chest.” “I didn’t do it I swear.” “So that kind of makes you two like Romeo and Juliet.” “More like Hatfields and McCoys.”

[scornedlove]

Chapter Twenty-Eight

ROBYN

Covering my tattoo didn't feel as liberating as I expected it to. The next few days, I used my sore hand as an excuse to skip work. I didn't do anything but lay on my living room sofa and get high all day. I skipped showers and barely ate. I couldn't even find the energy to talk to Mel or whoever else was blowing up my phone. All I wanted was to be alone. Even when Dre came knocking at my door for the fourth day in a row, I prepared to leave him standing there again. Then he threatened to file a missing persons report.

"I swear to God Anna, you in a bougie ass neighborhood. It won't take long for the police to get here." He shouted, as he peered through my living room window.

"I'm fine! Now go away!" I yelled, barely moving a muscle.

"I wish you would stop acting like a kid! I just want to talk for a minute." The sincerity in his voice made me give in, but I took my sweet time getting to the door. When I cracked it, he still offered a soft smile.

"Can you let me in?" he pleaded, hearing Ollie and Pepe jumping to greet him as well. I sighed, took off the latch, and opened the door to let him in. Once he was in the threshold, they attacked his ankles with love until he bent down to rub their bellies.

“I know you haven’t been to work in a few days. I been calling and stopping by everyday. You got me worried as fuck, what’s going on with you?!” he quizzed, staring me over.

“Damn, a bitch can’t take a vacation? I mean, I am the boss.” I forced a laugh as I pulled out my rolling tray. I could tell I was gonna need to be high for this.

“Who you trying to fool? You don’t look good.” he frowned, shaking his head.

“I’m not trying to look good. I’m tryna get high...you wanna smoke?” I offered, holding it out to him.

“I’m serious. I know you an-”

“I mean, does anyone really know anyone” I side-eyed, cutting him off with a smirk.

“Stop that shit! I’m not joking around. Have you seen your doctor yet?” he snapped, getting to the reason behind his calls and visits. The doctor in him  had to make sure I was good.

“I made an appointment for his next available opening which is two weeks out, is that okay Dr. Dre?”

“I hate when you do that. Stop making it seem like I’m overreacting.”

“You are, like you always do.”

“Alright, if I’m overreacting, show me how many doses you have left of the meds I gave you last week?” he demanded. I started to blow him off, but realized he was right. I had taken them all.

“I was having some stomach pain and headaches. They were the only thing that stopped it.” I explained, as I lit the blunt I finished rolling.

“That’s what I’m trying to get you to understand. You need them, go get a prescription cause I feel like you need something stronger than what I gave you.”

“Do you think you could hook me up with a few more, since I have to wait two more weeks?”

“Hell nah. I can’t hook you up with shit, but if you come to the office I can get you on the books.”

“Damn, I forget you a man who goes by the books.” I blew a few rings of smoke in his direction.

“Do you have to smoke so much?”

“Do you have to be in my fuckin business so much?”

“Wow. Really?”

“You heard me. You stay acting like you care so much. Why is that? Huh? You want some pussy? If that’s all you want just say that, I mean, I could use some dick too”.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You know what, I don’t know what you’re on right now, but I’m out. Call me when you’re sober” he stormed out, slamming my front door.

The noise from the slam created a tingling ache in my stomach that traveled up to my chest. Suddenly the room felt too small and I couldn't catch my breath. I squeezed my eyes as tight as I could and wrapped my hands around my elbows, as I rocked back and forth. I don't know how long it took for it to subside, but when it did, I realized I'd pissed on myself. I guess Dre was right after all, this was getting out of control.

I got up and ran myself a bubble bath. When I got out, I looked myself over in the mirror and was disgusted with my reflection. My skin was a mess, I was in need of a brow wax, and worse of all, I had a huge cluster of pimples on my chin. On top of looking like shit, I still felt like shit. I knew this couldn’t go on, so I called John to let him know I needed him tomorrow for the entire day. It was time for some much needed self love.

CHRIS

“I’m cool on relationships. I'm mad I even wasted time on that shit” I spat, tossing back a shot of Henny.

“Don’t beat yourself up bro, I told you about that long distance shit. She was probably fucking somebody else too”

“She was celibate T” I repeated for the umpteenth time, shaking my head with irritation.

“Whatever you say” he chuckled, sticking to his cheating theory.

“You know what, this is pretty much your fault now that I think about it”

“How you figure that?”

“You’re the reason I went on that double date, and you’re the reason I was stuck with Ryan’s drunk, freaky ass” I exclaimed, almost knocking over my chaser. I hadn't been this faded since Trey's bachelor party.

“Well damn, sounds like you need to be thanking me.”

“I lost my girl because of you”

“No, you lost a dead end relationship. Nobody wants to be stuck in that long distance shit, and she wasn’t giving up the goods either! That ain’t no way to live”

“Fuck you T. Everything is a joke to you huh?

“I’m sorry bro. For real tho, if you can say you were happy, or that she was your soulmate or some shit...then I’ll apologize” he stated before a long pause. “Exactly”

“Yeah, you might be on to something, but I guess now we'll never know”

“No, I am right and you know it. You need to get ya manhood back. This is the best the west coast has to offer, and you get the pick of the litter.” he slurred, as he waved some chicks in our direction. Before I could protest, two dancers approached us. They were both rocking dazzled lingerie and matching masks on their faces. The shorter one straddled T’s lap and immediately began gyrating on him.

“Hey baby, it’s been too long. I thought you wasn’t fucking with me anymore, but I see you brought a friend.” she smiled, placing his hands on her ass.

“Yeah, this my brother. He just got dumped and needs to be welcomed to the single life”

“Well he came to the right place. This my girl Goldilocks. It’s her first night, so don’t worry, she’ll be gentle.” she smirked, making eye contact with her as she nodded in my direction.

On cue, Goldilocks sat on my lap and started to whine her hips to Juvenile's slow motion. I couldn’t front, it had been so long since I had some ass, it didn’t take long for me to stand at attention.

“Follow me” she ordered, leading me towards the back of the club. She found the last empty room and lead the way inside.

“Sit there” she motioned towards the sofa as she seductively removed her bra and tossed it at me.

“MMMMM” she moaned, placing my hands on her breasts. I squeezed and rubbed her nipples while she grinded on me in her panties. She leaned into me and began to suck softly on my neck. Her scent filled my nostrils, and that’s when Robyn invaded my mind. Goldilocks was wearing Dolce and Gabana, her favorite perfume.

“Don’t stop touching me” she groaned, grabbing my manhood and squeezing as tight as she could. Her touch was electrifying, sending shocks throughout my body. After a few moments of her skin up against mine, I was ready to take her right there on the couch.

As if she was reading my mind, she stood, stepped back, and began peeling away her stockings. Just when I thought there was no way I could get any stiffer, I noticed a tattoo going down her side. It was just like the one Robyn had. I knew must’ve been tripping, but I had to know if it was her. As quick as I could, I hopped off the couch I was glued to and snatched the mask from Goldilock’s face.

“What the fuck!” I yelled as she jumped back and readjusted it.

“I know what you’re thinking, but it’s okay” Rayven sighed trying to calm me down.

“This is not okay!”

“Chill, ya’ll not even together anymore. I know how to keep my mouth shut. Besides, she’s not my cousin anymore. I don’t claim her ass.”

“Do you hear yourself right now?”

“Look, the bitch is crazy and I don’t fuck with her. You obviously don’t either, after the way she beat my ass over your rejection the other day.”

“What? I’m confused. Ya’ll fought?”

“Chris please, stop playing dumb. We fought over you plenty of times! But fuck all of that. Run me my money.?” she ordered, holding her hand out.

“Chill with that, I  ain’t paying you for shit” I pushed past her, grabbed my jacket, and left the room.

ROBYN 

After the way I acted before my panic attack yesterday, I knew I had hella ass kissing to do. I don’t know what I was thinking when I pissed Dre off. He’s the only reason I haven’t gone off the deep end already, so I knew I had to make things right with him. 

I got up super early even though I barely had any sleep. Regardless of how I felt, I was going to make the most of today. I found a full service spa and got the luxury package. It included a full body massage, pedi, mani, and even a wax. I was there for a total of three hours, and by the time I left, I felt like I could conquer the world. 

“Where to boss lady?” John asked, making eye contact through the rear view mirror as I slid in the backseat.

“I need to see Aundre. Would you happen to know where he is right now?” 

“I do, but imma be honest with you. I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Why not? Did he say something to you?”

“I witnessed the aftermath last night. I’m not picking sides, hell I don’t even know what it was about, but I do know a hurt ego when I see one. Maybe it’ll be best to give him a little space.”

“I’ve known Dre for a long time now. Thanks for the advice, but I got this” I reassured him as he nodded his understanding. “Matter of fact. I have a couple of stops before his office if you don’t mind.”

Almost an hour later, I entered Dre’s office with steak and potatoes from his favorite steakhouse in LA and a bottle of Cabernet in tow. It was a few minutes before noon, so I figured I would surprise him with his favorite. No one can resist their favorite meal, even if they are  pissed.

The first face I saw when I approached the receptionist’s window angered me to the core. I wanted to know what he was smoking on to have this woman in his presence, let alone his business. After everything she did to him, he still gave her what she wanted when she showed up with an open hand, and that had my blood boiling.

“Hi, do you have an appointment?” Teyana asked, without even looking in my direction as she took a seat at her computer.

“Wait...you work here?” I stammered, trying to gather my words.

“No, I just like the uniform” she smirked, rolling her eyes. A million questions ran through my mind and I couldn’t help but want to slap the smirk off her face. They had to be fucking again.

“Can you let Dre know I’m here. I just need a minute of his time.”

“He’s busy with right now, but I can let him know you stopped by.”

“I’ll wait. I just need a minute, this is import-"

"-I'm sorry Robyn, but he's with a patient. He asked me not to interrupt his patients unless it's for his mother. Now I can take your number and have him call you when he gets a chance."

“Are you kidding? You know he would drop whatever he’s doing to see me right?” I snapped in frustration. I was trying to keep the peace, but she was intentionally pushing my buttons. 

“Tuh, girl please” she chuckled, getting a kick out of my attitude. I don’t know who she thought she was playing with, but I wasn’t the one. I took it upon myself to go through the doors that led to the back and found Dre’s office. Which wasn’t very difficult, his door was open and I had a clear shot of him sitting at his desk. 

I walked right past Teyana with a smirk of my own this time. By the time I reached Dre, that smirk was gone. There was some other chick in his office comparing notes with him, which wasn’t the problem. She was practically in his lap with the way she leaned into him, she was so close that one of her big ass breasts was resting on his arm. 

"Excuse me Dr. Dre” I cleared my throat and the girl jumped back. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked in complete surprise. 

“I brought you some lunch, but I guess your still working.” I paused glancing at the now irritated co worker. It was obvious Dre was hiring nothing but eye candy around here. He always had a thing for double d’s.

“Naw, Ms. Westwood and I were just finishing up. Give her these instructions and have her come back in a week” he stated, turning to face her. She grabbed her files and quickly left his office, making sure to look me up and down as she tossed her hair over her shoulder on the way out. Not this bitch too. I was gonna have to have a little talk with Dre about his choice of employees.

“So what is this supposed to be, an apology lunch?” he asked, closing the door to his office. The tone of his voice made it obvious he wasn’t gonna make this easy for me.

“Sorta. I needed to apologize but I wanted to surprise you with your favorite. Besides, this is my first time getting to see this place in person. It’s dope!” I forced a smile, taking a seat in the chair across from his desk. His piercing eyes stayed on mine making him hard to read, so I began to set his food up.

“You don’t have to do that. I don’t have an appetite right now, so I’ll just put that in the fridge until later.”

“Wow. Okay, you’re really upset with me huh?”

“Robyn, I don’t know what fucking planet you living on, but you don’t treat people the way you do and still expect everything to be cool.”

“I said I’m sorry. What more do you want? I don’t know why I say fucked up shit sometimes, but I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.”

“Well sorry don’t cut it. Shits gotta change.” he shook his head, making me feel shitty.

“That’s why I’m here. I don’t like whatever this is either. I need some help getting it together. Can you help me get through these next couple of weeks?” I sighed as his demeanor instantly hardened.

“And there it is”

“What?”

“The reason you’re here. You’re abusing these drugs and I’m the one supplying you. I’m beginning to notice a pattern, but I don’t want to believe you only come around when you need something from me” he nodded, as if he’d really solved a mystery.

“How dare you?! That’s not fair. You know how hard shit has been for me! You surrounded by all these bitches that’s taking advantage of yo stupid ass, they got you questioning my intentions!” I erupted like a fish out of water. “Everyday is a struggle to get out of bed. How the fuck can I show up for anyone else when I can barely show up for myself?! You know what, nevermind. Fuck it, I don’t need anything from you!”

“Wait! I wasn’t trying to argue and fight but why do you make shit so hard?” he yelled, blocking the exit so I couldn’t storm out. 

“Excuse me. You better get out of my way!”

“Chill Anna. Let’s just go back and have a se-”

“MOVE OUT MY FUCKIN WAY!” I yelled so loud there was no way anyone in the building missed it. He slowly backed from the door, a mixture of hurt and confusion on his face as my eyes met his, glare as intense as laser beams. I didn’t know whether to cry, slap him, or curse him out and act a fool. I couldn’t believe he called me an addict to my face. I had to get out before I did something stupid.

[hermannsthumb]

90+96?

90. Unexpected Virgin + 96. Scars 

from fanfiction trope mashup here

continuation of me filling ancient, 2 year old prompts in my inbox! sometimes you just gotta return to the basics and write post-movie first time :’) this is the first thing ive written on my new laptop, MOMENTOUS OCCASION. as u might have guessed 18+/NOT SFW BELOW CUT

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They’re about an hour into the impromptu We Didn’t Die! party currently ravaging the base when Hermann–stripped out of his sweatervest, and clutching his cane like a lifeline–suddenly grips Newt by the forearm and swings him around to face him. “Newton,” he declares, as the contents of Newt’s plastic cup slosh to the floor, “I would like to invite you back to my quarters.”

It’s probably due to the two shots of vodka Newt downed in quick succession about twenty minutes into the impromptu party that the innuendo flies right over his head, and, instead of accepting enthusiastically, he merely draws his face into a pout. It’s not unusual for Hermann to force him to go to bed, especially after a week of all-nighters in the lab, but now? During this? They’re practically guests of fucking honor. “To sleep? Lame. I’m not tired. Hey, unwind, have a drink!” He pushes his plastic cup into Hermann’s face.

Hermann pushes it away. “I believe you misunderstood me,” he says. “I’m asking you to have sex with me, Newton.”

“Oh,” Newt says.

They’re out of LOCCENT in a flash, and bursting through the door of Hermann’s cramped quarters in another. Newt has been fucking vibrating with energy all day long–excitement, elation, fear, straight-up terror–and he’s more than ready to unleash all twelve hours’ worth of it, plus twelve years’ worth of pathetic pining, on Hermann in the most awesome, cathartic victory sex the world has ever seen. And now that they’re finally alone–now that they’re finally alone together���

“I am so fucking horny right now,” Newt breathes. He kicks off his boots: one of them flies across the room and knocks over a precariously-balanced stack of books, while the other smacks against Hermann’s dresser and sends a photograph of Newt and Hermann crashing to the floor. “Holy shit, you have no clue. Oh my God.” Truthfully, he’s been sporting a half-boner since he threw his arm around Hermann in LOCCENT, and Hermann gave him that little smile and tucked up against him, but Hermann doesn’t need to know that. 

Hermann’s eyes are dark, and his pupils are wide. He wets his lips as those eyes sweep over Newt. “I. Ah. I am, as well.”

“Fuck yes,” Newt says. He moves his hands to his collar, where he rips off his tie, but he stops at his buttons with a grin. He could at least pretend to play hard to get. “Hey, you want me to take my shirt off?”

“That’s typically what’s done, isn’t it?” Hermann says. “During–” He clears his throat. “During these sorts of things?”

“Right,” Newt says. “Okay, do yours too.”

They take their shirts off. Hermann is sporting a nice set of shoulders and biceps, and an even nicer set of pecs, and Newt thinks that trim waist would be the perfect size to wrap his fingers around, but his too-pale skin hugs his ribs a little too-tightly. There’s not a hint of hair in sight. The exact opposite of Newt, basically, in all his hairy, tattooed, out of shape glory. It’s kind of perfect. Newt bets they’d fit together like a pair of puzzle pieces.

He wolf-whistles before he can help himself. “I should’ve known you’d be even hotter under all those stupid sweaters.”

“Oh,” Hermann says. His mouth twitches up into a coy echo of his earlier smile. “Thank you. I think.”

Newt wants to get all over that hot bod, and so he does, inching up to Hermann until their stomachs brush and their chins bump, and planting his hands on either side of that neat, sexy waist. He’s right about it being the perfect size to grab. Hermann watches him through his dark lower lashes, standing perfectly still; he’s holding his breath. “I’m gonna kiss you now,” Newt says.

Hermann nods.

They kiss. It’s pretty cool, even if Hermann stands as stiff as a board, arms hanging limply at his sides, and even if when he finally decides to use tongue it’s at the moment Newt decides to use teeth and he ends up firmly biting down on it. “Ow,” Hermann hisses, pulling back sharply.

“Sorry,” Newt says. “I haven’t gotten laid in ages. I kinda forget how to, uh...” He tries to kiss Hermann again, but at Hermann’s darkening, skeptical expression, drops it. “Uh, you wanna take this to the bed?”

“Take off your jeans first,” Hermann says.

They stare at each other.

“Not–I mean yes, but–what I mean is they’re filthy,” Hermann snaps. “I’m not having you dirty up my sheets. Grime and blood and who on Earth knows what else.”

“Sure,” Newt says, and grins again. He fumbles with his belt and drops his jeans, and Hermann’s gaze drops too. Never one to pass up putting on a show, Newt tips his crotch forward to make his boner just that bit more prominent, and just that bit more in Hermann’s personal space. “Like what you’re seeing?”

Hermann nods.

Newt takes Hermann’s right hand and places it on his hip, just the waistband of his boxers. “You wanna take these off?” he says. He punctuates the question with a little kiss to Hermann’s throat. It’s so smooth–not at all like the scratchy, stubbly mess across Newt’s. He kisses it again, just ‘cause it’s nice, and feels more than hears the low rumble of a groan that rises in the back of it. Hermann’s shut his eyes.

“Ah–Newton–”

When it becomes clear Hermann won’t be sticking his hands down Newt’s boxers any time soon, Newt backs him up to his bed and pushes him down into it. Hermann sprawls backwards with a small thump. His cane clatters to the floor. “You gotta do some of the work here, dude,” Newt laughs.

To his surprise, Hermann flushes. “I’m sorry,” he says, “I haven’t much. Er. Experience, with this sort of thing. I’m not quite sure what to do.”

This comes as no small surprise to Newt. Hermann’s just…Hermann, y’know? He’s bitchy, and weird, and kind of weird-looking, but he has a sexy way of rolling his r’s and a sexy mouth and, apparently, a sexy bod, and if Newt–the guy’s certifiable rival–has wanted to get into his pants for ages, he’s sure he can’t have been the only one. But hell if the thought of being the first one to do it doesn’t turn him on likes crazy. “Luckily for you, I’m a pro at sex,” he lies. “I’m amazing. Just ask anyone. Wait, uh, not anyone, I don’t mean–”

“I know,” Hermann says. He sits up and plucks at Newt’s waistband. “May I take these off now?” He wets his lips again.

“By my fucking guest, dude,” Newt says.

Hermann tucks two elegant, nimble fingers under the elastic and slips Newt’s underwear down to pool around his ankles, finally letting his erection breathe a little. Newt leers down at him. “What about now?” he says. “Huh? You like this?”

But Hermann isn’t looking at his dick, inches from his nose though it is; Hermann’s looking to the left of it. “You have a scar here,” he says, and pokes at a small expanse of skin on Newt’s thigh between two tattoos.

“Uh,” Newt says. “Yeah, dude. I rammed into a table when I was rollerskating in the house once and had to get stitches.”

Hermann traces his fingers over the scar. “You must have been quite the handful as a child,” he says wryly.

The incident in question happened when Newt was twenty-four, but he decides it’s best to not divulge that particular bit of information to Hermann. “Uh. Yeah.”

Hermann reaches down and unbuckles his own belt, then begins to partially wriggle out of his stupid baggy pants and tighty-whiteys. “We’re matching,” he says. “Look.”

His left hip and thigh is a mess of scar tissue that Newt imagines, at one point, must’ve hurt like a bitch. Way more than Newt’s stupid incident with the roller skates. Way more than could even be compared to Newt’s stupid incident with the roller skates. But he smiles anyway: he likes the idea of it being some giant, flashing sign from the universe of their drift compatibility. “Have you looked in the mirror?” he says, and shuts his non-bloodied eye to make his point. “We’re not just matching there.”

“Hopefully not permanently,” Hermann says. He finally turns his attention on Newt’s dick, scrutinizing it like it’s one of his incomprehensible equations. It gets Newt even hotter. “Would you like to have sex now? I’m eager to put your renowned skills to the test.”

Newt doesn’t miss the sarcasm. It’d be kind of hard to. “Jackass,” he says. “Move over, I’m getting in.”

Hermann divests himself of the rest of his clothing and shuts off the overhead light while Newt makes himself comfortable on Hermann’s bed, though he leaves his small bedside lamp on to cast them both in a cozy yellow glow. All of Hermann’s room is shockingly cozy, in fact: the quilt tucked in neatly to his cushy mattress, the tea kettle on his dresser, the soft rug on the floor, the space heater (shut off) half-hidden in the corner. No wonder Hermann sleeps in so late. If Newt’s setup was like this, he’d never leave his quarters either.

“We could get under this, if you’d like,” Hermann says, pinching a bit of the quilt. “It’ll be warmer. It can get very chilly in here.” He fidgets. “And. Er. It’ll be easier to wash my sheets, rather than…”

“Yeah, that’s cool,” Newt says.

They move under the quilt. Hermann’s breath is warm on Newt’s face, and losing a layer seems to have imbibed Hermann with a newfound sense of confidence; his hands begin wandering across Newt’s body, up his sides, down his back, squeezing and pinching his skin, cupping his ass, and he layers kiss after kiss to Newt’s neck, his throat, his jaw. Newt rocks into each touch and moans helplessly. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Hermann murmurs into his ear. 

Newt laughs weakly. He’s gotten cute once or twice, but he doesn’t think anyone’s ever called him beautiful. It’s nice. He likes it. “Aw, dude.”

“You are,” Hermann says. “I’ve always thought you were. It’s been a terrible distraction in the laboratory.” He leans in and kisses Newt, still as graceless and chaste as before, but his low murmur has returned when he finishes, and it makes heat pool in Newt’s stomach. “Mm, sometimes all I could think about was how badly I wanted you.”

“Sometimes I used to jack off after we argued,” Newt blurts out.

Hermann blinks, surprised, and laughs. “Did you?”

“In the bathroom. Once in the supply closet. Nnh. Ah, fuck, Hermann, fuck–”

Bored of talking, apparently, Hermann’s decided to creep his hand lower and curl it around Newt’s dick. His touch is light, and unsure, and it kinda just makes it all even sexier. “I wish you told me this was your first time,” Newt whines out, pushing into Hermann’s fist. “I would’ve, guh, bought you dinner. Or something. We could’ve waited. Made it–made it meaningful.”

“Darling,” Hermann says, “this is perfect.”

Hermann kisses him; Newt comes, gasping and whining into his mouth. It’s a little embarrassing. He doesn’t think anyone’s ever called him beautiful, but he knows no one’s ever called him darling, and with Hermann the one being so sweet to him--it’s too much.

“Shit,” he pants afterwards, while Hermann examines the sticky mess on his fingers with mild interest. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to--I wanted to last longer.”

“Oh, we’ve got all night,” Hermann says, sounding pleased. He wipes his fingers off with tissues from a box on his bedside, then drags Newt’s hand under the covers to cup his own neglected dick, fluttering his eyelashes coquettishly. Newt swallows down a whimper. It’s not fair that Hermann is doing better at this than Newt. “I would like very much for you to touch me.”

“Okay,” Newt squeaks.

[dramaqueeenamby]

Waves: Summertime [2]

A/N: I lied. I said this was going to be two parts. It’s not. It’s going to be three. 

This part is extremely heavy and includes scenes of domestic violence, partner violence, violent sexual encounters, and should be read at your own discretion. I apologize for the heavy content, but with a character like Summer, there’s a lot of baggage, and it was time to unload that. 

I’ve been wanting to explore the topics covered in this part for a while, but I could never find the right way. This felt right. 

Read part one HERE

Words: 3.5K

Warnings: scenes of domestic violence, partner violence, violent sexual encounters

WAVES

The banging on her dorm door broke her from her trail of thought, thus depriving her of the perfect ending she’d come up with for the abstract. Summer groaned and lifted her phone to see if she’d been so immersed in her work that she’d missed a text from someone asking if they could stop by.

She was instead met with her lock screen, a photo of herself with her mom and grandma.

Frowning, Summer decided to ignore the person. Zanna, her roommate, had gone home for the weekend so it wasn’t a case of the party girl forgetting her key again.

Whoever decided to stop by unexpectedly would learn the hard way that Summer didn’t like surprises.

Scrolling down the document, she glanced at her handwritten outline and searched for the next portion to type.

Rapid and intensive knocking once again ripped her from her controlled focus, forcing her to mutter a profanity.

Accepting that the visitor wasn’t going to leave, she untangled her crossed legs and moved her HP laptop to the side. Stretching, she walked out of her room, past the common area, and near the door.

Looking out the peephole, she instantly rolled her eyes and unlocked the door.

"You don’t know how to call?"

Javon Carter eyed Summer from head to toe. "You don’t know how to dress like a woman?"

Looking down at her outfit, she realized that she was wearing one of Shea’s old shirts and a pair of joggers that she’d "borrowed" from Terry.

She returned her stare to the point guard in her doorway. "Nigga, I’m comfortable."

He turned up his nose, ready to ask who the clothes belonged to as he recognized that they were from a male but remembered seeing her in them before. She said they were her brothers.

"Well, you look fat."

Welcoming himself in, Summer opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

She frowned.

That’d been happening a lot as of lately.

The more and more hurtful things that came out of her boyfriend’s mouth, the less and less she defended herself.

What is wrong with you?

"Why you ain’t answer my call?" Javon asked as he welcomed himself into the kitchen area, opening the fridge to search for what he could eat.

Summer closed and locked the door before crossing her arms as she moved near the dining area. "You didn’t call, Javon."

He paused and chuckled. "Yes, I did, Summer. Don’t tell me what I didn’t do."

The actress in training sighed heavily as she sauntered into the kitchen, past him, to grab a glass to fill it with some water. "Well then, your blind ass must have called the wrong number cause you didn’t ring my line."

Her back toward him, she only heard him say "what the fuck you just say" before her head collided with the stainless steel faucet, forcing it sideways as the cup dropped in the sink, the water spilling down the drain.

"You better watch how you fucking talk to me."

Summer gasped and clenched her eyes shut while grasping at her stomach. The force of his hit crushed her pelvic area into the edge of the counter, creating a brief but sharp pain.

Javon noticed that she was still hunched over but said nothing about her obvious discomfort and instead dismissed it. "It didn’t even hurt that bad." He slammed the door shut and shrugged off his jacket. "You always so damn dramatic."

Finally regaining some of her senses, Summer reacted impulsively, turning around and shoving his back.

"I told you not to do that shit again!"

Javon quickly spun around, his eyes widening by the second. "You crazy?"

Before she could reply, his hand collided with her face. However, Summer was instantly responsive, lifting her right hand, balling it into a fist, and landing it directly in the middle of his face.

Javon dubbed over and grunted out. "You dumb bitch."

"Call me something else!" She threatened, continuing to push and shove him as he straightened up. "You so bad! Come on! Stop being a lil’ pussy!" She egged him on, the unconscious thirst for him to strike her again so that she could defend herself a sickening type of logic that she couldn’t even bring herself to address.

All she knew was that she had to redeem herself.

Unlike she had the previous times he put his hands on her.

The shoves, slaps, and grabs that left her chocolate complexion marred with bruises that carried an abundance of shame.

But for all the wrong reasons.

"Didn’t I tell you to shut up," he growled, snatching her by her hair as he tugged her closer, moving his hands to her waist as he lifted her off the ground.

Summer hit at his strong arms as he dragged her out of the kitchen. A tiny gasp escaped her mouth as his right hand roughly grasped at her breast. "Get the fuck off me, Javon!"

Her protests fell on deaf ears as she was carried into her bedroom. When he saw that her bed was filled with books, papers, and folders, he maintained his grip on her with one arm while using the other to knock everything over. The move caused her laptop to slam shut.

Summer’s eyes widened. "Nigga, the fuck!"

Javon said nothing as he tossed her on her stomach and forced her on her back. Summer sat up on her elbows watching him grab the edges of his shirt as he lifted it over his head.

"I see your ass need to be taught a lesson."

His declaration made her thighs clench, her eyes roaming over his toned chest, smooth melanin naturally glistening without any outside help. Javon caught the way she was eyeing him and smirked.

"Yeah. You like that shit, huh?" He taunted, slowly hovering over her as he smashed his lips on hers, his hand grabbing her clothed vagina. "All that shit you was talking. Where it at now?"

Summer glared and shoved at his shoulders only for him to pin her down as he dropped his mouth to her neck.

"Fuck you," she cursed, her eyelids fluttering as her body betrayed her. Thighs closing together, he moved his hand to keep her from sating herself. "You—"

Her chest lifted as he grabbed her throat, Summer placing her hands over his while his left hand started to yank on the waistband of her pants.

"Imma fuck that disrespectful shit right on out of you." he whispered in her ear. Summer moaned.

She didn’t say anything after that, simply allowing herself to once again fall trap to the sick, toxic, and dysfunctional pattern. She had no idea how she’d ended up in this situation. This wasn’t her. It was wrong. Deep down, she knew that.

She was reminded of it every time she encountered a marking on her body that was the result of yet another one of her violent encounters with her boyfriend.

Boyfriend…..

Even calling him that seemed wrong. He wasn’t worthy of that title. Not even close. And yet she chose him. She accepted the dynamics of their relationship. She allowed herself to be violated, to be belittled, to be abused.

Again

He laid on top of her, forceful thrusts wrecking her body, her hands scraping at his back, moans leaving her mouth as he whispered filthy proclamations into her ear.

She convinced herself that this was normal, that she just wasn’t used to being with someone who wasn’t Alejandro.

Even as tears ran down her face.

"Summer!"

Summer broke from her thoughts to see Mercedes, her manager, staring at her with crossed arms.

“Did you hear anything that I just said?”

“No,” she answered truthfully. Pulling her legs up to her chest, Summer tucked her hair behind her ear and focused on the cotton of her jogging suit. “Sorry.”

Mercedes sighed. “I asked is there any other footage that he could rel—”

“No,” Summer answered immediately.

Mercedes pressed. “Are you sure? None whatsoever? What about photos?”

She hesitated. “Maybe.”

Mercedes echoed her answer. “Maybe?”

Summer ran her hands over her makeup-free face. “I don’t know.”

“How do you not know?” Mercedes continued. “You were with the boy—”

“I don’t remember, okay!” Summer snapped. Silence. Her shoulders dropped. “I-I’m sorry.”

“No.” Mercedes shook her head. “I’m sorry.” The publicist moved to sit on the edge of the sofa and then remembered that this was Helen’s house. She wisely opted to sit on the actual seating area of the furniture. “This has to be difficult for you.”

“I can’t believe he would do this to me,” Summer spoke quietly, her vision becoming blurrier by the second. “How do you do something like this to someone you claim to love?”

“Men are dogs, Summer.”

“Not Christopher,” she defended before dropping her head. “He doesn’t deserve this.”

“He?” The Latina frowned and corrected. “You don’t deserve this. You are the victim here, Summer.”

Summer chuckled bitterly. “That’s one way to put it.”

“That’s the only way anyone should put it,” Mercedes continued as her frustration transitioned into confusion toward just what exactly Summer was feeling and thinking. “Revenge porn is a crime. Not to mention you were a minor when that tape was made. The age of consent in this state is 18.”

Mercedes's logic went in one ear and right out the other. “I was still old enough to know better.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. That still doesn’t take away the fact that you’re the one who’s been done wrong, child,” Grandma chimed as she walked into the living room area. Her hair wrapped in one of her favorite silk scarfs and a mug of coffee in her right hand, she greeted her granddaughter’s manager before going back to the topic at hand. “Now why are you talking so crazy?”

“Because I am crazy, grandma,” Summer defended and placed her palm over her forehead. She sensed a migraine in her very near future. “What seventeen year old makes a whole sex tape?”

“White people,” Mercedes muttered and earned a glare from the matriarch of the Jones family.

“Watch it, heifer.”

“Sorry.”

“Grandma, you know I was wrong. Don’t even sit there and try to deny it.”

“Do I think that you had any business allowing yourself to be recorded while having relations? Absolutely not. It was dumb, foolish, and now coming back to bite you in the ass.” Grandma assessed as she placed her mug on the coffee table, bending over and clasping her hands together. “But does it make me love you any less or look at you any differently? Hell no.”

Summer turned her head and wiped at her eyes as a lone tear fell down her face. “It should.”

Mercedes, while needing as much information as she could to handle this nightmare, recognized that Summer was not in a good place. Not at all. She wasn’t up to discussing legalities. This could wait.

Summer’s manager quietly informed the two women that she would give Summer a call later to talk to her, and bid the two farewell before leaving.

When she was gone, grandma cut straight to the chase.

“You need to get your shit together, lil’ girl. You gon’ let that lil’ Mexican get you down like this? Did your mama and I bring you up to be a punk?”

Summer rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Grandma, please. I don’t need this right now.”

“You’re right. What you need is to be with your husband.” Summer laughed bitterly. “Lil girl, don’t make me smack the black off you. Laugh again.”

“He probably hates me now, grandma. And I can’t say that I blame him.”

The older woman frowned and gradually removed her reading glasses. “Excuse me?”

“We haven’t been married even a whole year, and I’ve already gotten myself caught up in two major scandals, both of which make him look stupid.”

“You talking about that mess with that chinless boy from the Wire?”

The weight of the situation outweighed Summer’s ability to comment on her grams hilarious reference to Michael. “I keep fucking up, grandma.”

“You’re human, baby.” A beat. “Which is why I’m giving you a pass for using that kind of fucking language in my house.”

That actually managed to make Summer smile, the first time that she’d done so since the news broke that Alejandro made good on his promise and shared something so private with the entire world.

It was a madhouse. The internet was on fire. Everyone was talking about everything surrounding the video. Who was the man? When was it made? Were Summer and Chris separating?

Even she didn’t know the answer to that last one.

“Where is she?”

“Isaiah.”

The introduction of two new voices interrupted the conversation yet again as Summer lowered her legs from the seat and sat up, her stomach dropping when she realized who was there.

“You need to calm down, Isaiah.”

“Oh, lord….” Grandma trailed off when the man in question marched into the living room, his concerned wife at his side. Leena sent Summer a sympathetic look but kept her hand on her husband’s arm, hoping the small act of affection helped to pacify him.

Summer’s shoulders dropped. “Zay…”

“A sex tape?” Is the first thing to come out of his mouth. It’s quiet but clear. Just like his anger. “A fucking sex tape, Summer?”

She swallowed. “I can explain.”

“What the hell is there to explain?” He scoffed. “The video speaks for its damn self.”

“Baby—”

“What the hell were you thinking, Summer!” Isaiah yelled, his hand balled into a fist, the disgust in his face stabbing Summer directly in her heart. “How could you be so stupid?”

Grandma stood up. “Isaiah.”

“Naw, grandma! I’m sorry, but Summer knew better! She was brought up around niggas! She know how we operate, and with Alejandro? Who else was your fast ass fucking?”

Leena and Grandma gasped while Summer remained quiet.

Squeezing his bicep, Leena got him to look down at her. “Isaiah, you’re going too far now. She made a mistake. She was young.”

“No, she was a hoe.”

“Now that is enough!” Grandma raised her voice and wagged her feelings in his direction. “You are going to stop this now—Summer!”

The elderly woman called after her granddaughter who sprinted out of the house. She needed to get away. It was too much. All of these voices in her ears, the memories resurfacing in her head. She just needed to get away.

Unfortunately, the only thing that awaited her outside was the source of her current nightmare.

She froze on the porch. “Ali….”

He stood against the driver's side of his car, a cigarette pulled to his mouth before he lowered it, blowing out the smoke.

“Hey.”

So many emotions ran through her head at one time. She wanted to charge at him, yell and scream, ask him how and why he betrayed her as he did, but alas, someone else beat her to it.

“You son of a bitch.”

That was all she heard before shouts of protests and horror filled her ears. Isaiah made a beeline for Ali, tackling him to the ground before he proceeded to rain blow on top of blow. Paralyzed with fear and surprise, she stood there as Leena threw herself into the mix, attempting to plead with her husband.

“That’s my little sister, you sick motherfucka’!” Isaiah shouted, the intensity of his shouts matched only by the depth of his fury. “I should kill ya’ ass for this shit!”

“Zay!” Leena shouted, attempting to pry her husband off of his one time best friend only to be met with steel resistance. Desperate, she looked over at grandma. “Help me!”

Grandma lifted her mug to her mouth and took a sip before waving her hand. “Let the lord use him, baby.”

Leena groaned and looked toward Summer, making her pause. She could see it. The anxiety building up. It was too much.

“Summer…..”

In an ironic twist, Terry and Shea pulled up, both men jumping out of the car to pull their brother off of a once good friend of all of the Jones kinds.

“Zay, what the fuck is you doing man!” Terry hissed, grabbing his irate brother by the collar. “This nigga ain’t worth it!”

“Speak for yourself!”

“Grandma, please.” Shea closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose before sneering at a bleeding and groaning Alejandro. “Get the fuck off our property. You know good and well you ain’t welcome here. You a bold pussy.”

“Summer wants me here.” A beat. “Or inside her.”

Alejandro was silenced by Shea’s knee colliding with his nose, a sickening crack following the hit.

“Say some slick shit again, and I’ll knock ya fuckin’ head off!”

The promise from her twin managed to bring Summer into the moment while also triggering another memory, this time with the man who was hellbent on ruining her happiness.

"Who was she?" Silence. “Ali!”

"What, Summer!" He snapped. Summer noticed the way he increased the intensity of his hold on the steering wheel. "Would you shut the fuck up?"

She stared at him, blinking twice before she reacted instinctively. Lifting her hand, she shoved the side of his head.

"Don’t tell me to shut up!"

Ali’s eyes widened. He glanced at her before shouting. "You fucking crazy? Bitch, you trying to kill us!"

Before she could respond, Summer’s right temple made a hard collision with the passenger window. He’d shoved her so hard that Summer brought her fingers to her head to feel for blood. Her vision was also momentarily blurred.

"You need to calm down, and stop acting so stupid."

"Don’t tell me what to do!" She screamed and grabbed at the handle. "Let me out this car!"

Again, he took his eyes off the road to glance at her. "Bitch, you crazy?"

She ignored him and repeated herself. "I said, let me out!" When he ignored her, Summer’s hand balled into a fist and before she realized what was happening, she reached for his phone in the cup holder and punched it through his car window, tossing it out the moving vehicle.

Ali looked at her with wide eyes, not even paying attention to the blood running down her sliced up hands.

“You fucking bitch!”

Summer gasped as he quickly swerved the car, jumping in front of another car so that he could turn on the nearest street. Summer looked around and saw that he was pulling into the parking lot for a condemned building. Before she could even process what she’d done, she was being yanked out of the car and thrown into the side of it.

“You crazy puta!” He shouted, holding her by the collar of her shirt and slamming her into his ride. “You ever do some shit like that again, and I’ll knock ya fuckin’ head off!”

“Fuck you, Ali!” Adrenaline fueled her as she used both her unharmed and the bloody hand to shove him off her. “I hate you!”

“Oh, you hate me?” He mocked and stepped toward her, coldly whispering. “Well, since you hate me so much, walk your dumbass home.”

Summer refused to show fear, matching his burning stare before he shoved past her, hopped in his car, slammed the door and revved out of the parking lot.

It was only when she could no longer see his car jumping lanes to speed down the road did she fall to her knees and start to wail.

“What’s wrong with her?”

“What’s going on?”

“Call 911!”

“Move!”

Voices transpired all around her, but they were all faint whispers that were lost in the sea of overwhelming emotion. Her thoughts were jumbled, sporadic, and chaotic, much like her breathing. She fell to the ground, staring at the wooden paneling of her mother’s porch. One hand went to her chest.

She felt like she was having a heart attack.

Leena pushed her way through and dropped down to gently cupped Summer’s cheeks. “Sweetie, you’re okay. I’m here.” As the Jones boys watched with panic as Summer continued to violently gasp for breath, tears running down her face, the only thing they could think to do was call for an ambulance.

They knew that Summer struggled with social anxiety, but this was a side that they’d never seen before. Their little sister was a firecracker. She didn’t take mess from anyone. Rarely, outside of sad (and Disney) movies did she cry. Yet, here she stood before them with an episode, unlike anything that they’d seen.

However, they watched in amazement as Leena calmly spoke to Summer, assuring her that she was safe, encouraging her to count to 10, and asking if she had her medicine with her.

“Medicine?” Grams spoke up, suddenly realizing the seriousness of what was really going on with Summer. On the inside.

“Come on, baby,” Leena carefully wrapped her arms around Summer and escorted her inside the house but not before harshly whispering over her shoulder.

“Get Chris here. Now.”

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I’m sorry for the wait and that this was so intense, but I’m curious. What are your thoughts? There’s certainly more to Summer than meets the eye....

I wonder how Christopher is going to react to everything. 

How much of Summer’s past do you think she’s shared with him?

With anyone? 

[coconutsugacones]

BUGS BIRTHDAY "STASH"

san and I were cuddling on top of the couch, watching tiktoks and giggling, forgetting what personal space meant and then all of a sudden he He lifts up his white shirt off his body and came straight at my neck, attacking m with harsh hickeys

he took my shirt off and went lower and lower, kissing every inch of my skin. Normally I would have screamed at him to stop but these days my hormones have been acting on me and with all my emotions heightened, I start to enjoy it slightly moaning his name while my hans went up to his face he sliD my panties off and started slURPING up my insides like a slushie. It was when he started to suckk on my lil ball of nerves when the front door opened with an ASTrOmOnIcal Amount of force the door open bUrSt open and two clowns ran in. Two plump looking clowns in striped reD was all I saw for a few seconds in my aroused state. It was then I realised it was my two mates.

“just as it was getting good” i whispered to san as we tried to cover ourselves oP because we realized they we’re tryna film us to make a porno tape??. As Mals was trYnnA gesture at me to keep going, her clown nose detached off and rolled on to to sans ass.

mals tried to pick up her clown nose from sans ass but just ended up making it go further in his holé. "ahhh UhG" San let out a moan that I could only describe as something between an anime girl and a construction worker having a wank on his break.

now all 3 of us were gathered around sans ass, trying to get the clown nose outta his ass, we were working aT iT like a group of engineering students trying to fix a brokEn engine. Then rans had the absolutely thrilling idea of facetiming her bouyften Yuri for help getting it out. While I was trying my best to deter her away from that idea (cause hello that's mY BRO) San that mf spilled all his load on the couch

while ihu was busy trying to clean sans white mess up rans quickly called yuri up, knowing he had plently experiences with getting bALLs outta pacific holes

"yes it only works with strawberry ice-cream" we heard Yuri say. with that rans quicky went towards the fridge to look for the said icY GOodnESs. we were all confused with what yuri said, but at this point we were willing to try anYTHING to shimmy that ball out of there

"Shimmy yeah shimyy yeah shimmy yeah all allalassslll" San Started to sing. It was then rona’ came in with a bUCKet of the sweet stuff™️

She guided San to sit in the bucket and thanked the jeezis for his thin hips and snatched waist. The poor bOi was terrified as to why he was in this situation, calling for HOngJoon hyung even though he's hallways across the continent.

I was doing my best to comfort san, because even though he tried to play it off like it was cOOL*wink* i knew his ass was boutta freeze off

"okay next Yuri said we have to have one hand in the bucket with San" rans said "me MEEee" before I or anyone else could say anythinv, mals dunked her whole hands in.

mals instantly regretted dunking her hand in because it was colder than the mf nITROgen filled icecubes chan shoved up her vaheena the order day. Whilst mals was blowing on her hand as if THat will help we heard some pigeons from the balcony.

my whole face lit up when i realized my m8s were here for the rescue!

All three of us had the same idea and we ushered San in all his naked glory towards the balcony. "Okay San trust us this won't take long"

the pigeons gathered around san in a prayer circle and started chanting in some kinda weird oTher woRLDLY language that none of us had heard before. Slowly but surely the red nose started to slip out of san. This resulted in some ass simulations for the bOi and he stared get hard again, the moans now louder and echoing though the empty street

they all started to cheer clAP in joy, finally the ball was out! but wait what was that-

THE PIGEONS HAD ACCIDENTALLY SUMMONED SATURN 🪐

And there was Saturn! Makinb his way downtown.

san started whIMpering in fear as he didn’t want another ball anywhere nEaR his ass after that traumatizing incident. So we all headed back inside and the pigeon follows us in probably wanting a snack for their hard work. RAns wasnt having any of it and dragged each pigeon one by one by their wings outside and made them drink the now melted ice cream from the bucket.

ihus cancer ass didn’t want her m8s to be drinking anymore of her fiancés gREASE and led them into her bed to sleep, because after all without them san would prolly still have a ball in his ass. The pigeons were all drenched in the pink liquid but they all laid down on my bed like the good slavs they were. as i put the piegeons to resting, i realized we had to do suMN about this wandering satURN 🪐

I went out to sitting room to discuss what we should do about saturn and nealrh choked out sans cum from last night case there was saturn, leaning against the kitchen door just chilling on one leg

“sup ladies” saturn beybe-nim said with a wiNK as he started to hoP towards us

"soo I was thinkinnn" Saturn started with his gay ass voice as he sat down at our table and started helping himslef to sum mashuni and roshi. before saturn could help himself to more of MY food i was coming @ him but then san pushed me aside and started walkin towards sAturn, dick first, at full speed.

"Omg I totally forgot about sans demon kink!" Mals exclaimed taking out her camer and going behind the couch for that "angle" or watever..

san didn’t heard her aNd tRIPPED on the ground, dick in fULL erection and this was when Saturns gay ass Approached him to sing "hey I just met you and this is crazy but hears my number so call me maybe" but san got propelled towards the ceiling from bouncing of top of dick

I had ENOUGH of him flirting with MY mans and went over there and slapped saturn across his smug face.

Saturn immediately burst into tears saying something about how "none of god's niggas can be gay in peace" but the real cAtASrophe was his tears were absolutely boiling hot and dissolving the living room rug

at that moment, san knew EXACTLY what he had to do before the whole place melted into nothing. He laid down in submission, ass up as mouth open for saturn-sunbaenims tears.

saturn immidiAtly stopped cRYING and came over and slAPPED sans ass, at this point we knew we were overpOwERED by saturn and had to let him have his way if we wanted to live.

Even though I would have never been okay with it I decided to let Saturn have a quickie with my mans.this whole thing was unfair and it was supposed to be MY bIrdthay.

My girlies were comforting me and all of a sudden saturn peeled his face off to reveal he was acTUALLY WOOYOUNG all along and said “no homo bro”

"wOOOYOJnG I'm AbOUTTA KILL YOu" I screamed while going after him with ae fruit knife.

then san turned towards me and repeated a quote by the god herself “it’s not cheating if it’s your soulmate”

At This point i had had enough and scrmead at EvErONe to leave so I can go back to my room and chill in the AC with my pink m8s

while i was having some time with the m8s I realized it wasn’t really sans fault, and he only did it to save all of us. Wooyoung was to blame! did he think this was funny to do on my special day?? me and the m8s were discussing a plan to prAnK him bacc. I knew San and all of the clowns were taking refuge in my parents room so I headed there

when i went in i looked around and didn’t see anyone?? was i blind? I could’ve sworn i heard them in there. Then I went to the balcony and saw rans giving wooyoung the actUAl devil a blowjob so I quickly turned around and saw San and mols on top of the ceiling fan.

this made me even more mad! before i could address any of the problems that were going on my m8s quickly flew in to coMMeNse THe plAn. They grabbed onto wooyoung and started flyING him out of the house as fast as they could and I turned to him and said “if you wanna be saturn so bad go live in space”

My m8s unbottomed his shirt and started to fly him out almsot naked. I laughed to myslef cause he'd be having his purple nips out for the public to see. everyone stopped doing what they were doin and came out to thr balcony to see wooyoung being launched into space. But I wasn’t done with them yet! rans was cheating on yuri, san kinda cheated on me but not really? and mols probably invoted wooyOUNg here in yhe forst place.

I called for a group gathering and picked up the melted ice-cream goo with all my might and threw it on towards the traitors.

they finally got what they deserved! or did they? I looked at them and realized they were kinda elEcTRICUTING?? what the actual fuck they weren’t my friends this whole time but ROBOTS.

I gasped and took a step back in disbelief. Were they the AI robots KQ sEan kIm-nim talked about? But how did he actually manage to make and send them here?

i was so relieved but scared at the same time, at least it wasn’t my friends doing all of theese shenanigans but where were my ACTUAL frens.

The robots were now going going haywire in my living room and I was left to my own devices (literally) to clean it up and somehow get rid of them before my parents cake back.I concentrated all my negative energy on them and actually managed to throw them out of the balcony

They landed on the street and dissipated into thin air. I heard a loud elphephantd noise and looked up to see balcony San but now he looks even more like real San!

every thing was such a mess and i knew I couldn’t do it alone so i called him over to help me clean up and maybe sneak out to fiNd my real frens after that

He did a lil salute and ran straight to my house. I was extremely glads that he didn't reject me but honestly thou I did my hair the night before and was feeling like a bOUjee bitch WHo COULD deNy Me AAhA

we quickly cleaned up and went to look for the huMAN m8s

Whilst we were walking his hand slowly slipped into mine and I almost gagged on mylsef.

then I remembered sAN and how dissapeted he would be and sadly broUGHT ma hans back to myself and went aloNG. Balcony San started talking bout how he was a new trainee ata Japanese company-

we wandered along to this dark, kinda scary lookin hALL? all the lights were off and I couldn’t see anything. My clumoy ass slipped in the shiny tiles and balcony chan was too busy talking about CoLOr changing pigeons to notice it

as i helped myself up, balcony san pushed me into this bALL piT and all the lights turned on! then i saw my m8s and as i was gonna run towards them to hUg them i realized they decorated the whole place for ma borthday!!.my HUMAN m8s, rona, mols and sAN that is akakka

There was this huge redvelvet cake and a small lil stage to the side. When the stage lightings cam on I SAW MF Ikon and they started singing their songs but rock version with AcTUAl live drums and guitars. then all of the ateez members also came up from backstage and they all started singing together. San gestured atme to come up

Ateeze and ikom collabed to make me a birthday ballad song and I was fully bawling my eyes out while stuffing the caked in. From the corners of my eyes j saw rans and mals having a swimming battle on the marbled tiles.

i brought them all in for a group hug, even wet ol rans and mols and i thanked them for this amazing gift! this shore was a birthday to remember