#i just have that type of lower back pain where it hurts like a bitch no matter what you do

[rising-above-stars]

About to down a whole bottle of pain meds I don't want this pain

[attractedtopeoples]

Jake Webber NSFW Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet

Tags/Warnings: mdni, smutty/suggestive stuff below the cut, don’t like don’t read, written with afab!reader in mind

Johnnie’s version here, Tara’s version here

A/N: hiya, im going insane should I do a Tara version???

Aftercare (what’re they like afterwards)

King of post-sex sleepy cuddles but will definitely make sure your cleaned up and comfortable before he falls asleep, his head is most definitely on your chest as he sleeps too btw.

Body part (favourite of their partners, favourite of their own)

With a afab Partner, their tits. I’m really not going to explain this one too much bc I think it’s obvious (my guy mentions them every second video) but yh.

And it’s a touch odd but he loves his lower stomach, mainly bc you always trace the stars and now he mainly relates that tattoo with those memories of you.

Cum (all things to do w/ cum)

Opposite of Johnnie, loves to make a mess on you. Your stomach, back, tit’s, face- doesn’t matter, he loves it all. He does love being able to ‘clean up’ your tits though (he gets to leave hickeys and lovebites on his favourite part of you, he loves that shit)

Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Absolutely a sucker for your nails scratching the back of his neck, or down his back. A bit of a masochist in the sense that he likes small twinges of pain. small enough to not hurt badly- but enough to remind him of you whenever he traces them.

Experience (are they experienced? do they know what they’re doing? etc.)

I’d say average amount of experience, but doesn’t ever brag (other than silly jokes abt getting more bitches than Johnnie), however he has assets, and he knows how to use them, and he uses them well.

Favourite Position (Self-explanatory)

Definitely a sucker for you riding him (cowgirl), and loves to watch your tits bounce along with you.

After a bit he’ll lose patience and help you out a touch, pulling you down onto his chest or swapping positions so your legs are around his waist as he’s pinning you down.

Goofy (are they more serious or silly during the moment?)

Again I feel like a mix between both, but more of a lean into silly, and he loves to tease at the same time.

Hair (are they groomed, do they care if you’re groomed, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

Doesn’t care if your shaved and doesn’t bother shaving unless you specifically ask him too, he simply doesn’t see the point in shaving- it’s just hair.

again, it’s a touch darker than his natural hair, but o her than that it does match.

Intimacy (are they romantic in the moment?)

He’s definitely the type to mutter love confessions into your neck- either as you cuddle or fuck- it doesn’t matter, he loves being so close to you and being able to be honest with you about his feelings- plus the ability to give you a few hickeys as he does is a bonus.

Jack Off (Masturbation headcanons)

Horny bastard, but he’s usually confident/comfortable enough to tell you so it’s rare that he jacks off, but it’s not entirely uncommon

maybe once/twice a week as a most/average

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Face Sitting- loves to have you on his face, it’s quite simple. (He also loves your thighs, so win-win)

Praise- he likes to give and receive this one, but you’ll find it more common to receive this one after a good day, and giving it to him after a bad one

Bondage- rarely but he likes to have his hands tied together behind his back- not being allowed to touch you as a form of punishment- a truly cruel one bc he’s naturally a very touchy person, especially so in these moments.

Switch- he leans more towards dominance but is fine with subbing every now and then.

Location (preference in terms of place)

Does not care. At all. (That’s a lie, there are obviously some no-no’s but you get the point). He does prefer places where you can both be comfortable (mainly you)

Motivation (what turns them on)

You.

He’s such a simp it’s not funny (it is), and he’s so sensitive to touch as well, a truly incredible combo- especially if you feel like being a bit of a tease.

No (turn offs/hard no’s, what they won’t do)

Similar to Johnnie, nothing that he fees could seriously injure you, and definitely nothing where you’d be even slightly uncomfortable. He might try but he doesn’t really understand why. (No matter how much he jokes about Johnnie spanking him)

Oral (preference in giving/receiving, skill, etc)

A bit if both honestly, great at giving, and extremely careful not to hurt you when receiving. A very ‘in-the-middle’ guy when it comes to giving and receiving head.

Pace (what pace do they go at during sex)

He tends to do slightly above average speed, but always deeper- and sweet Jesus is he good at knowing what you want. Whether it be wanting more or less he is very observant and is usually able to adjust rather quickly to what you need/ask for.

Quickie (opinions on quickies)

Dislikes them, only because he likes the patience he can have as he kisses you and your body, borderline body worship every time because ‘that’s what you deserve’ (his words)

Again, wouldn’t say no but would simply prefer to wait until you guys could be alone and take your time with each other.

Risk (are they down to experiment? Do they take risks in their sex life?)

I think he is willing to try anything you ask, but otherwise would default to what he knows. And in terms of doing something in public, well he wouldn’t say no.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This guy has some stamina, I’d say 3-4 rounds before he starts to tire out, but similar to Johnnie he’s very willing to give head if your not done.

Toys (do they own them? do they use them?)

I think he owns them, but hasn’t really used them on himself. If his partner wanted to use them on him- go for it, but he’s never found the need to use them himself. He is also fine with using them on his partner.

Unfair (do they like to tease?)

Definitely. This man might not be exceedingly patient, but in terms of this, he could tease/edge for hours before giving in to what you’re asking.

Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make, etc)

I feel like he isn’t overly loud, but not overly quiet either. It entirely depends on the situation and what’s going on. Definitely a groaner but I’m not really gonna describe sounds more than that.

Wild Card (random headcanon)

I loves when you trace his tattoo’s, both in the moment and outside of it, he loves watching your face as you focus on tracing each one.

X-Ray (what’s going on under the clothes)

7 inches, slightly leans to the right, no more explaining.

#E7D8C0 > #F2CFBE

Yearning (how high/low is their sex drive?)

Above Average, about 4+ a week, but if yours is higher or lower he adapts to it easily.

Zzz (how quick they fall asleep after)

He makes sure that your comfortable and all aftercare has been sorted out, but then the second he closes his eyes he’s out like a light.

[angelyuji]

yandere rick sanchez headcanons

(obviously very ooc… like im taking his worst characteristics and turning the dial to 100)

cw // spoilers for literally the entire show, noncon, stalking, kidnapping, torture, being kept like a pet, drugging

18+

RAUEIA:ADOBAIDHJO?S{DH*}

canonically big dick like i need him BAD

guys im so in love with this old fucker

season 1+2 rick would definitely just keep you around for sex

the only reason he hasn’t gotten rid of you is cuz you’re a “good fuck”

literally treats you like an object or a cute little pet

“e-eat.” rick places a plate on a table he brought for you. he moves away to type on some computer. all you remember is a green portal in your room and a man you had never met dragging you out of bed. the room you were in was filled with computers and equipment. he didn’t bother to tie you up.

you don’t move, hearing your silence, rick turns to look at you. he burps, “i-i-i bring you some food out of the goodness of my h-heart and you’re not going to eat it?” you don’t answer. “s-s-stupid fucking b-bitch.” he moves over to grab you by the hair and pulls you closer to the table. “eat the fucking food.” you scream, your scalp searing in pain, as he shoves your face onto the table.

s1+2 rick kinda feels like the type to peer-pressure you into a drinking or doing drugs because he can

like he’d definitely force you to some alien drugs just cuz he can or cuz you’re not as resistant when you’re high off your balls

but season 3 and onward??? oh he’s so obsessed with you

let me explain this personality change

by season 3, rick is starting to care for his family so if you meet him after the whole federation prisoner arc of his, he’s more of like a clingy wet cat vibe… like imagine wisp the cat…. guys i lowkey cooked with that comparison

he’s allowed himself to care for his family (even sometimes jerry)

so when he meets you, this sweet, kind, beautiful person. he wants to protect you. he wants to keep you safe from all the shit that happens to the people in his life

constantly checks on you, calling and texting you daily. he always tries to play it off as a butt-dial

‘sdas’ you’re at work when your phone buzzes as rick’s text comes through. you look at the gibberish, roll your eyes, and continue working. 15 minutes later, a green portal flashes open next to you. everyone jumps in surprise, looking at the portal as rick walks through. “why didn’t you text me back?” rick grabs your arm, looking pissed. you look around, embarrassed.

you lower your voice to a hush, “you texted me gibberish? what exactly was i supposed to text back?” his grip on your bicep tightens and you wince.

“i-it was an accident, but y-you didn’t text back and i was worried.” rick starts to pull you into the portal, but you stand your ground.

“rick, i’m working. you have to go.” rick’s face darkens at your words, but he lets go when your coworker comes up to you.

“is everything alright?” she looks concerned and alarmed at rick’s appearance, and he rolls his eyes.

“(y/n) here, didn’t answer my text so i got worried.” rick pulls you into a tight hug and whispers into your ear, “next time, text me back.”

builds you a bunch of stuff to keep you safe like a chip that insta-kills anyone that it detects to be bothering you

that first week of meeting you, he had broken into your house at night and planted a tracker in your skin when you were sleeping, so he knows where you are at all times

during the whole killing rick-prime arc, he was so scared that you would get hurt or prime would come after you

he didn’t want to lose you like how he lost diane and beth :(

“baby, come on, it’s for your safety.” rick pleads as you slam your hands against the force field.

“SO YOU TRAP ME IN A CAGE????” you scream as rick presses a hand against the wall.

“it-it’s just for your protection, baby, i can’t lose you too.”

“FUCK YOU, RICK. I SWEAR WHEN YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE, WE’RE DONE.” you wouldn’t stop screaming at him. morty watches, uncomfortably.

“are-are you sure this is okay, rick?” rick’s face is unreadable as he registers your words.

“it-it’s fine, morty. i just won’t ever let them out.”

rick also seems like the type to have a breeding kink, but like with the no kids yk (this mf does NOT want more kids) (especially after the whole ghia incident)

like he doesn’t use condoms and he doesn’t pull out, because he likes marking you as his from the inside.

he would definitely have a marking kink like hickeys, love bites, collars, anything that shows the world that you’re taken by him

rick’s hands caress you as you struggle in your bonds.

“i’m sorry, baby, so so-sorry.” he buries his head in your shoulder, sucking at your nape. his hands start to pull at your pants and you struggle harder. he pulls away from your neck to leave wet kisses down your chest, “i know, i know, i’m sorry, sweetie. you just looks so cute, so sw-sweet. it’s really not my fault.”

[smutracha]

Vellichor XIII

rewind <3 fast forward

tw: mafia, smut

Friday – Changbin

“Hey bubba, watcha doin?” Changbin walks into the surveillance room you and Innie are sat in, as the two of you yell at the main screen. “Hi Binnie, we’re playin viddy games.”, you say as he comes to stand behind you. “It sounded like you guys were trying to kill each other in here.”

“Ah hyung, I could never hurt a hair on y/n’s pretty little head. I despise the thought.” “Yeah well, I’m taking her from you anyway, we gotta go train.” “Noooooooo, why? How about you train and I wipe you down and give you water and kisses?”

“Princess… no, please don’t pout. Baby you know I gotta be strict about this.” “But m getting good, can’t I just have today off?” “Fine but only cause m gonna make your body hurt later anyway, but you’re still coming with me.” A chuckle escapes you just as Jeongin’s eyes widen. “Hah hyung-“ “Don’t be gross Jeongin, oh god not you too Y/N.” “You said it Binnie.”

“I don’t see how this is improving your workout but sure.” You say as youre perched on Changbins lap whle he fnishes up a set of bench presses. “I told you baby, motivation. Plus, I gotta teach you to spot me somehow.” “Only motivation I see here is the way your cock is pressing up against me.” “Exactly, gotta know what my reward is, don’t I?” “Icky boy.” He lets out a huff and groan while he sets down the bar. “Princess, you love it. There we go, all done.” He sits up and plants a quick kiss on your nose before he chases you up.

After he sets everything back in place he leads you back to his personal bedroom. The subtle smell of weed welcomes you as he grabs a towel before walking into the attached bathroom. Meanwhile you stay standing next to his bed trying to figure out where the source of the smell is. “Comin’ princess?” “Uh yeah it just smells like weed in here.” “Probably the weed.” “You smoke weed?” You say in shock, you didn’t mean for it to sound that way, just never thought of Changbin as the type to smoke. Never thought of any of these guys that way. “Yip, wanna smoke up before we go eat?” “I dunno, I’ve never tried that. I only smoked cigs.” “Aw you innocent little thing, it’s a plan then.” He’s stripped down and pulling you into the bathroom after him. “You’re gonna love it, gonna get you all soft and bubbly, so good and needy for me. God, m gonna fuck you so good, the boys won’t have a chance in hell when m done with you.” During his hushed yearning he manages to strip you naked and get the shower started before he lifts you with such incredible ease and places you in the shower. “M gonna corrupt you, princess. Maybe I should start now, what’ya say?” His gaze is predatory as he backs you against the wall of the steamy chamber. All you can manage is a soft nod as his eyes consume your naked figure now trapped against his own musculature. You were quite literally trapped between a rock and a hard place.

He picks you up abruptly, without a thought you go to wrap yourself around him and slowly he drops you lower and without warning plunges his rock-hard cock into you. “Stay still for me princess.” And then you feel it, a warmth flowing into you and it has you mewling for him your eyes rolling back as your nipples rub against his pecs and the sensation of him pissing in your cunt overcomes you. You feel so filthy and slutty, just as he wanted. “Good girl, taking my piss in your cunt like a dumb bitch. This’ll feel so much better when I get you all dumbed up on weed.” He brings his lips to your ear, “Told you m gonna corrupt you.” He growls and it sends your cunt spasming around him, he responds with a harsh thrust that plunges the tip of his cock against your cervix. “OH, fuck binnie.” You groan out in pain at the sheer force he uses to bruise you.

He trails a series of kisses against your neck as he keeps the same blunt force that has you whimpering in pain. “b-binnie please, please never stop. Oh god ah, it hurts so good bi-bin.”

He raises his head to send that same predatory glare straight through you. “Yeah baby? Cunt belongs to me yeah? Gonna cum that pretty little brain away for me?” Your cunt clenches around him at his words. “Fuck baby, pussy like a vice grip. Shit m gonna cum, cum with me princess.”

His eyes, his voice, his force, his muscle. It’s all too much, but then you feel him filling you with his cum and your body shakes with the force of the orgasm that crashes down on you.

“Fuck baby, promise me nobody else gets to mark your cunt like I do?” “P-promi-promise binnie.”

Changbin insisted he roll your first joint after he invited chris and jisung to join your inaugural smoke sesh. “I gotta do this for her, a princess should never lift a finger.” Jisung rolls his eyes at this, “What about her pinky?” “Ji, shut the fuck up and quit pouting. I’m rolling her first joint.”

“Babygirl, hiii.” Chris giggles as your wide eyes drag away from the sight of Changbin grinding the bud he so specifically picked out for you. You recall him scanning his stash as Jisung pulled out a rolling box from Changbin’s bedside drawer. “Green kush, the OG strain. Super mellow shit, wanna get my wound-up little princess feeling all floaty and warm.”

As your eyes focus on Chris waving his hand in front of you he smiles sweetly, “A bit lost there baby? Changbin fuck you that good?” “Ah hyung, you’ll never guess what she likes. When I say she’s one kinky bi-“ His words are cut off as you slam a hand over his mouth, eyes wide as you can’t believe what he nearly told them. “Binnie, shuttup please.” He nods, indicating for you to let go of his mouth.

Jisung laughs and changbin huffs before he gets back to the joint he was so happy to roll for you. “Geez baby, I know m in the biz but I really hate to waste good weed. So lucky I didn’t drop anything.”

“Y/n, you know we all know what he likes...” Chris whispers into your ear as he giggles at Changbin. “Must’ve loved it if it could get you this shy.” A hand trails over your nipple beneath Changbin’s oversized shirt. Your eyes flutter and your mouth gapes as his hands continue to tease your chest.

He presses soft kisses to your neck as something is pressed between your lips. Your eyes open to see Changbin holding the joint to your mouth, “Just take a deep breath. Atta girl, now hold it. You might cough. Breath out.” You let out a few coughs, but Chris never stops his fingers teasing your chest, “Good girl, so pretty, bet you can’t wait for Changbin to piss in you again.” He says it aloud this time, your eyes shoot open as Jisung now learns your secret. Your eyes find his as he puffs out a cloud of smoke, “Oh dove, it was pretty clear.”

He passes Chris the joint as you give up on feeling ashamed and move to cuddle into Changbin. The joint gets passed back around and your head clouds with your second and third hit, you can feel his hands on you and the way Jisung and Chris scan your body. By the end your practically latched onto Changbin, his lips melt you down and his eyes drive you insane. “Let’s go eat babe, think your appetite’s better?”

Dinner was amazing that evening, you had a healthy appetite and Minho happily fed you as you bounced about in Changbin’s arms. You were sat on his lap while he, Jisung and Changbin discussed a recent shipment which had gone missing. You broke away from your jeering at Seungmin about which of you two was a better ADC when Minho set your chopsticks down.

Minho smiled wide-eyed and happy to hear you ask for a second serving. “This has got to be the best food ever; Minho please marry me.” A fit of giggles escapes Jeongin as soon as your words hit the second eldest, “Hyung is blushing, hah.” Jisung stares at his hyungs face before blinking his big brown eyes at you. “Hyung, that’s so sweet. Your kitty wants to marry you.” “Shuttup she can have whatever she wants. Want more food, jagi?” “Yes please.” You bounce excitedly and Changbin digs his fingers into your thighs to keep you still. “Binne? What’s wrong?” “Please sit still, baby. Be good and I’ll give you a treat later.” He clenches his jaw against your shoulder, all the while Jisung whispers into Minho’s ear.

Minho continues to feed you, Changbin goes back to his conversation with the two other founders. It still shocks you that Jisung is one of the founding members of their little syndicate. He’d been influential in getting information out of people since day one. Changbin handled their combat, he was their muscle. Chris was the brain of the operation, a firce leader who’d faced life’s darkest nightmares and made it out alive. Lost in thought on their dynamic and how flawlessly they worked together, you didn’t notice minho’s lips coming to rest on the shell of your ear.

“Heard Binnie gave you a shower baby, pretty kitty’s deserve golden showers only.” You freeze and your cheeks go red, he comes back to look you in your eyes and smirks at you. “Full baby?” “Mhm, yip, Binnie I’m feeling cold, let’s go cuddle.”

[soft-boi-eli]

Ginji x GN!Reader x Ranmaru

Summary: Periods… You were suffering a heavy and painful one.

*Crawls out from the grave* i swear im alive. I'm just working. And it give little time to type or write.

Anyways, I have changed, yes. As you have noticed, I don't write for mcyt anymore. I just fell out of it and dont feel comfortable writing them anymore. So i have fallen back into my anime and game loving self. Here, I also have a one shot if two boys comforting a GN! Reader. No spoilers, nothing from this anime, just fluff of my two favorite characters.

Tw: reader had uterus, female anatomy us mention a few times, blood, crying, liw key periods suck so badly.

You didn't know what to do. You were at orio-ya currently due to it being ranmaru’s turn to have you. Humans are different than ayakashi. Especially with their so-called cycles. They didn't bleed. They didn't get the cramps. The only thing they got was the mood swings and the easier to mangage symptoms. It didn't help that you were stuck in ranmaru’s bed. Waiting for the cramps that had assulted your utrus to die down enough to move.

“You're being lazy.” The tone was stern, but there was concern lacing it. He knew that something was up. The scent was what threw him off. You were bleeding. He was now tearing the blanket off of you to find where the blood was coming from the pure fear that had washed through him as he couldn't find where you were hurt. Where you were bleeding. “you’re bleeding. Where.” It wasn't a question it was more of a command. Curling up tighter, you cradled your lower stomach. “it’s normal.” You mumble as another painful wave came through you. It nearly made you throw up from the amount of agony it put you through.

“It’s not normal if you are hurting and bleeding. Where. Are. You. Bleeding.” he was growling now. It was clear that the anger was from the fear. A response you knew he had. “My vagina! Okay. Im bleeding from my vagina! It’s a bitch and hurts. But I will live so stop fucking asking!” you had snapped at him. Something that you never had done. Not in your whole time with him. If you were hurting so much to snap at him, something was wrong.

“What the hell do you mean?! Bleeding from your vagina?! What can I do.” his voice quited down from the shouting at the end. Soft as he asked. “hug me. And put your hand right here. Please.” he lifted you up gently and placed you onto his lap. His head on your shoulder as he replaced your hand. “what is this bleeding? And how will you live?” The heat that came off his body made you relax.

“It’s called a period. It lasts 4 days or up to a week, maybe longer. So bascically, my body isn't happy that I am not pregnant and it’s sheding the lining in my uturs.” You tensed as another cramp went through you. “it’s definantly a bitch though.” you mumbled. Ranmaru growled lowly. It wasnt scary to you anymore. This man wouldn't hurt you in any way, and you knew it. You saw that he was looking somewhere. Thus, meaning someone was standing there.

Looking over to the door, you saw Ginji. The way that he stood there, you could tell he was quite confused. Especially when Ranmaru was normally out there and taking care of people and guests. “you didnt tell me of this period?” ranmaru wasn't questioning you. No, you could tell he was questioning Ginji. “I didn't tell him either. Dont get on him. I went to Aoi you dumbass.” Ginji looked slightly confused. “you get periods?” Your eye twitched slightly.

You liked that they couldn't tell, but it was annoying that he sounded so sad. “Yes. But this one is worse than the others. it’s never like this.” Ginji looked over to ranmaru and then you. Getting closer to you so he could give you some kind of comfort. “you should have told us anyways. We could have helped with the pain even if it wasn't that bad.” You swore internally. Ginji looked like a kicked puppy. Opening your arms, you let him press up against you his hands were now on your lower back, gently rubbing it.

Ranmaru nuzzled his nose into your neck. “Stupid human. Could of helped you sooner if you told me. Let me go get some painkillers and tea.” he shuffled out from under you and left. You whined lightly, missing the contact that he had given.

Ginji chuckled at the sound, “i dont think ranmaru is letting you leave.” You pouted slightly, wanting to be with Aoi so that she could make each one of your comfort foods. “wanna be at Tenjin-Ya. Aoi makes my comfort food.” The way you spoke made ginji’s heartbreak. His hands gently rubbed up and down your back. Hoping that the gentle strokes would calm you slightly. “maybe I can convince him to come with us to Tenjin-Ya.” he was always the one to try and come up with some kind of solution. But you had doubts that ranmaru would leave.

“what about Aoi visiting here? I know that they miss her here.” you mumbled quitely to him, enjoying the small circles he kept close to your back.

But before there was any answer, you felt it. Your heart dropping as you quickly stood up and rushed to the built-in bathroom in Ranmaru’s room. Praying and hoping that the damage to your clothes were minimal. No. Both your underwear and pants were ruined. “(y/n)! are you okay? there’s blood on the floor.” Ginji was full of fear. The way you bolted had already put him on edge, and then the blood made him worse. “i bleed through my clothes.” You were near tears. The sound of ranmaru had joined him. “you said you were going to be fine! Why is there blood on the floor?” opening the door slightly, you were now crying.

They both were frozen at the sight. “i’m sorry. I didn't mean too.” They didn't know what to do. The way you were crying and apologising for something that you couldn't control. Ranmaru got to you first tightly, hugging you to his chest. “you cant control it. Get in the bath, relax. we’ll make some adjustments.” he spoke softly in your hair, a soft, comforting tone. “but I did it. I should clean it.” Ginji’s hand gently stroked your head, “you couldn't control it. And from what we can tell you aren't having the best time. I promise that we’ve got it okay?” You could feel the tears fill your eyes again. Why were they so sweet?

Burrying your head into Ranmaru’s chest, you gripped onto his clothes. “I don't deserve you guys. Both of you are too sweet.” You just wanted to stay between them now. To just feel this safe and protected.

[bridgetotheskyyy]

heliophilia.

summary: your relationship with yuji ends.

warnings: nsfw, 18+, sadfic, like UNBELIEVABLY sad fic, brief sex scene, breakup, depression, aged up characters, heavy angst, slight fluff in flashbacks.

word count: 2.1k (has no business being this long tbh lol)

a/n: idek where I was mentally when I wrote this trauma so don't ask me lmao. sometimes a bitch feels like crying. Heliophilia: (n.)// Pronunciation: hE-lE-O-‘fil-E-a // Origin: English // Definition: Desire to stay in the sun; Love of sunlight

read on ao3 here.

“I’m sorry,” Yuji’s voice fractured, resisting tears. Emotion was so pronounced in his atonement you could feel the pain living in his throat in your own. “I’m so, so sorry, (Y/n) …”

You faced away from him, back turned from him. Your nails bit into the leather of your jacket so. Your face hot, the threat of tears in your eyes, as well. You tried to focus on the blissful white noise of the fountain, pouring forth its waters in elegant streams, and not Yuji’s aching, agonized breathing.

“It all works out, doesn’t it?” You choked. “If you’re really sorry, you can use all this misery to fuel your cursed energy, can’t you? Not a total loss then —“

“Don’t talk like that!”

Yuji gripped your shoulders, forcefully turning you to face him. 

“I love you!” he pleaded. “You know that! Don’t you ever say things like that! I love you, I just — I can’t — we can’t —“

Then why are you hurting me? You wanted to scream back. But you knew — that horrible, sickly type of knowing, like the looming death of a loved one or the scent of a lie — that Yuji was not breaking up with you because he didn’t love you. That wasn’t it. Silence stretched between the two of you in the edenic park and it carried the weight of years, filling the agonizing space.

Then why are you hurting me? 

I love you but I’m a sorcerer. I love you but I’m Sukuna’s vessel. I love you but everything’s dying around me. I love you but I couldn’t protect Junpei and one day I won’t be able to protect you, either. 

You found yourself laser-focused on Yuji’s hands pressed into your shoulders and wanted to prolong his touch. Finally, the tears began to fall, along with a sob that ransacked your lungs. You lowered your gaze to his chest, the urge to sink into him astounding. 

“I love you,” Yuji repeated. “Please believe me …” 

Please believe me. 

I do. 

You managed the last remnants of your strength to pull away from Yuji, one last time. You resisted the heavying ache in your chest as Yuji sunk to his knees, hugging yours. You yanked him away, walking away from the fountain. 

“Goodbye, Yuji.” 

In hindsight, you would never understand how the possibility of it being the final time you ever saw your ex-boyfriend Yuji didn’t bring you running back to him. 

But you kept walking.

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You flicked the blaring red reject button so hard on your phone it almost fled from your hand, slamming it on the nightstand and sinking back into the grove of sheets.

He wouldn’t stop calling.

It had started that night, having gotten back to your apartment. Thank the gods you lived alone; you broke everything in plain sight. By the time it was over, you were slumped onto the hallway floor, the kitchen floor a sea of broken plate glass, the pillows emptied of their stuffing, vases destroyed. All culminating in your neighbors hurriedly running over, thumping on the door, asking are you okay, we heard crashing, god, we thought there was a fight, are you sure you’re alone? Are you safe? Should we call the cops?

You waved them off best you could, but surely you were not nearly as convincing as you wanted to be with tear-reddened eyes and a croaked voice. 

Just a hard time, is all. Just anxiety. I’m going through it, okay? I’ll be fine. 

You refused to talk, but that hardly mattered — once it all hushed down, Yuji started. 

Messages. Dms. Snapchat. Instagram. Anything he could use you get a hold of you was used to try and talk to you, clear things up, explain. You disabled it all, ironically thankful for the isolation his insistence was situating you in. And somehow you managed to get to sleep that night.

Now, two days later, the ritual was the same. Your phone blared to life, ringing a tone you now thought horrible into the air. You would rush to reject it, slam on nightstand, back to bed.

Rinse, lather, repeat. 

You didn’t rise. You didn’t eat. Papers dedicated to different classes sprawled on your office desk, unsure of when you’d be able to get to any of it. Probably never; college seemed such a distant, small thing in the face of losing Yuji, hardly worth a paltry thought in your mind. 

Five, afternoon passed. No call. By now, Yuji had to have been persuaded by someone else to stop hounding you — Megumi, probably discouraging him, even taking his phone away from him, maybe. 

You’d never know. 

Another thought, this one piercing your heart with unexpected ferocity — you even bucked as it arrived to upset you:

Maybe he was dead.

You’d never know. 

Whatever relief you had felt as the hour passed into another and no call livened your phone was gone, replaced with grief. 

And … longing. 

You would’ve done anything to talk to him. 

Please, you thought, twisting toward your nightstand, eyeing your phone. Please, call again. I promise I’ll pick up. Yuji …    Your phone did nothing, resting on your stand, black and unresponsive. 

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The first thing you grew to miss was his voice. 

Your mornings would begin with his soft acknowledgment before being accompanied by lips pressed to your forehead — “Morning, (Y/n).” — your evenings full with Yuji, tailing you around the apartment, helping you with chores, telling all about some new show he’d binged over the weekend of some new movie he snuck off to see. 

It was … so quiet now. The silence lived in your ears, so pronounced it served as its own sound. After a few days, you felt well enough to at least clean up what you had destroyed. After the chaos you had caused all that remained was a trashed apartment and uncomfortable tranquility. 

The process of cleaning bestowed on you a new ache to refresh the others; usually at times like this. Cleaning day, at any normal time in your life — 

“And then he picked up the bad guy’s gun,” Yuji continues, absentmindedly clearing the table of trash, dropping items into the large black trash bag.

“Mhm,” you hum back loving, reaching on your tiptoes to dust behind a picture frame. “Yeah?” 

“And he shoots the bad guy and he misses,” Yuji awes from behind you, “only he doesn’t miss — they just make us think he misses because when the camera cuts back he’s —“

“Yuji?” you turn to him, eyebrows raised.

Yuji’s cheeks are reddening. “Heh. Sorry, was I rambling again?” 

“It’s okay,” You drop the duster to the floor, peck him on the cheek. “Let’s just finish cleaning this table.” 

But of course, he doesn’t stop — Yuji is excited and bubbly, especially when he helps you, and his anecdotes from movies, or shows, or sorcerer life, distract you from the grunt work of cleaning day — or any day.

You were miserably aware of the ringing silence, nestled in the space Yuji’s voice used to live as you cleared the table of plastic cups and empty plates all on your own.

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The second thing you grew to miss was his kiss. 

Yuji had been your first kiss and your lips craved the attention of his. 

You were in class, your college professor rambling about some eighteen-hundreds writer while you twiddled your pencil. You bit into your lips hoping to satiate them, but it only worsened your yearning. The classroom began to fall away as memory tugged at your mind. 

“(Y/n).” 

Yuji’s voice carries your name so tenderly you almost fail to recognize it. You look at him as the first round of fireworks explodes in the summer night’s sky. 

“New Year’s Eve, Yu-Yu,” you said, your own soft voice trembling. “Did you make a wish?”

“Wish? Heh, No, but there … is something I wanted to do.”

You part your lips as Yuji eliminates the space between the two of you, inch by cursed inch.

You swallow, letting the moment hang as sparks fly behind Yuji’s head. 

“What?” You ask.

But your inquiry dies away as Yuji banishes the final inch. 

His lips descend on yours. Soft, warm, sweet. He moves little, tentative, before your arms wrap around his shoulders and invite him closer. 

“(Y/n), I —“ 

You refuse his words, cupping the back of Yuji’s head to re-close the gap between you. 

He doesn’t attempt to speak again, pressing you against the railing of the park while his lips caress yours. Fireworks whistle behind you as they combust in the sky, showering down in luculent streams.

 His kisses, then and thereafter, are loving, lingering — gentle until they are not; the union of lips dissolves into sloppy angles and reddened lips. Harsh breaths and Yuji bucking into your body, eager for more.

“Miss (Y/n)!” 

You jerked. Raised your head. 

“I have a hard time believing you’ve not heard your name once these past seven times I’ve called it,” Your professor glared.

No, I haven’t. 

“I’m sorry, professor. Repeat the question, please.”

Your hand balled in your fist. You shouldn’t miss him. You shouldn’t miss him. 

But you do. And the list of things you’ll miss will only continue to grow.

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The third thing you grew to miss was his touch. 

You shifted on the couch, painfully aware of the lack of Yuji’s presence at your back, snuggling into you from behind, legs intertwined into yours. 

“Yuji …” you giggle. “Stop it …” 

“What?” Yuji snuggles the back of your neck before finding his way into your crook. “I’m not even …” 

Language dies as the two of you collapse into giggles. The tv plays a movie neither of you hold much interest in now that Yuji’s finds his way into your shirt, tickling the sensitive flesh at your sides. 

“Yuji!”

“What?” he patterns your neck with kisses, pressing you closer to him with an armlock around your waist. He is so strong and holds you to him as you squirm. 

Finally, you give in, cupping his face with your hand, you bring him in for a kiss. He hums into the kiss and reciprocates immediately, pressing into you properly — 

A gunshot from a crime show you left on yanked you into reality. You blinked, sunk into the sheets, letting the tv’s artificial light fall over you. 

Reality, where the blankets cannot compare to the boy you have lost. 

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But the thing you’d miss the most? 

Yuji warms his cock inside of you as you burn red, hot lines into his back with your nails. He stains your perspired forehead with kisses as he empties his seed into you. His hips swerve, providing friction to your exhausted clit. You whine into his shoulder, furrowing your brow as your orgasm takes you.

“Ah — ah …! Yuji …!” 

Yuji rocks into you a few more times, crescendoing your climax before hooking a hand underneath your knee and rolling in bed so you are side by side. You bite your lip, grind your clit on his strong thigh before settling, resting your head on his shoulder.

The silence is effortlessly serene and comfortable. 

But Yuji breaks the silence. “(Y/n)?”  

You smile, looking up at him from your place on his chest. “Yeah?” 

“I …” he looks away, blush flourishing on his face. “I really love you alot, you know?” 

You match his blush with one of your own as your eyes widen. Yuji overcomes some of his embarrassment to caress your cheek with his hand.

“I …” You trail, placing a hand over the one that currently holds your face. “I love you, too, Yuji.”

Even worn from sex, Yuji manages to perk, light coming to his mocha eyes. He smiles back at you.

“That’s good.” 

You kiss his cheek, settling by his side for the night.

Yuji is the only warmth you know and the only light you recognize. You allow him to blanket you, shield you from any cold that exists. 

“Thanks for that.”  

You leaned against the headboard, a thousand-mile stare burning into the wall opposite to you. The aftermath of your sex slumped horribly in your stomach. Your guest zipped up his pants, reaching for his shirt next.

“Yeah,” You replied, absentminded and silent. “Yeah, sure.” 

“Next time, okay?” 

Your insides screamed to reject but instead:

“Yeah, okay.” 

Your one-night stand left, leaving you thudding your head against the headboard. It hadn’t been bad, even unpleasant, it had been … fine. Cold. Impersonal. Impartial. You had never had fine. Not with Yuji.

Yuji, you grieved. 

You turned your head to your phone, your hope of Yuji’s call blown out by its perennial blackness. 

You clutched a hand to your heart, hollowed out from longing. 

His love came last.

[slut-4-rafe]

"Red!"

Soft Dom! Remus, Soft Dom! James, Angry Dom! Sirius, Sub Female! Reader.

Summary: Sirius takes his bad day out on you.

Warnings: Smut, angry Sirius, very rough, daddy kink, degration, spanking, choking, use of safe word, fluffy ending.

Part 1

You walked into your last class of the day, transfiguration, the class you shared with only one out of three of your boyfriends. You made your way over to you spot, which happened to be right next to Sirius. His clenched fist and tight jaw didn't go unnoticed by you, so you took your seat and placed one of your soft hands over his fisted one. He turned his gaze to you, his gray eyes boring into yours. He was mad.

At you.

You quickly retracted your hand and turned your gaze to the front of the class where Mcgonagall was teaching. You felt him shift slightly, causing his knee to bump yours then his breathe on your neck.

"Your going to regret everything you did earlier." he growled, earning a confused expression from you.

Here we go.

---

"Wait! Sirius!" you said, tripping over your feet as Sirius drug you through the halls. His legs being much longer allowed him to take longer strides. "Slow down."

He kept his stony gaze foreword, glaring at anyone who got in his way. Fortunately for you, you saw your two other boyfriends exit their last class, which they so happened to have together. When they spotted their boyfriend practically dragging their girlfriend through the crowd of students, they instantly followed them.

Soon you guys made it to the boys' dorm. Sirius practically shoved you inside, his angry face not leaving. Remus and James looked between the two of you with questionable looks.

"What's wrong?" James asked.

"She." Sirius glared at you. "Decided it was a good idea to flirt with those Prewett twins. Then be late to potions. And act like nothing happened."

You looked at him with a shocked expression. "W-what?"

"Don't act like a dumb bitch." he sneered.

By now, you, James, and Remus were looking at Sirius with wide eyes. Everyone knew Sirius had a degrading kink, but he was never this mean.

"Sirius." Remus warned. "Puppy, why were you late to class?" he made his way to you and stroked you hair back.

"I accidentally left my wand in the great hall after lunch."

Sirius laughed angrily. "She doesn't have to act like a dumb bitch, she practically is one." he rolled his eyes.

You turned your gaze to look down at your twiddling hands. You knew his words were just for the moment, like every other time, but you felt like something was off.

"Look at me." Remus said. You turned your gaze to look into the lycanthropes eyes. "You know your not supposed to be late pup. It's our rule."

You nodded.

"What happens to girl who don't follow the rules?" this time James was talking. You turned your gaze to the spectacled boy.

"They get punishment." you muttered.

"Stop mumbling." Sirius snapped. "You weren't mumbling to those red headed twins earlier. Why now?"

"I...." you looked at him with wide eyes. "I wasn't flirting with the twins. I was simply asking them-"

"To fuck you?" Sirius interrupted.

"No!"

"Then what brat?"

"I was just asking if they knew where my wand was!"

Sirius rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Now your yelling at me?" Your eyes widened in realization. You did raise your voice at him. He sat down on the edge of his bed. "Come on." he gestured to his thighs. You looked between Remus and James, hoping for some type of help. They just shook their head in disappointment and gestured for you to go. You slowly trudged over to Sirius where he yanked you down to where you lay upon his jeaned thighs. He yanked your skirt down roughly before placing a hard slap to your ass, not even giving you a warning. You yelped at the stinging from his rings. He smacked you again, this time even harder. "Such." smack. "A." smack. "Dumb." smack. "Fucking." smack. "Whore." smack. You were practically screaming in pain right now. But you knew you had to be good for them, and the less you fought, the faster it would be over. You yelped when he yanked you up and threw you on the bed. "What are you?"

"A dumb whore." you mumbled. He roughly cupped your cheeks and looked into your eyes.

"Speak up."

"Sorry Si. I'm a dumb whore."

"S'not Si. It's daddy."

"Sorry daddy." you said.

"Which one of you want to fuck her first?" Sirius turned to look over at his two boyfriends. James raised his hand. They too quickly undressed while Sirius roughly rid you of your clothes.

"Okay puppy. James is going to fuck you while you suck Sirius off. Is that okay?" Remus asked as he stroked your back from where you sat on your hands and knees. You nodded.

"Words." James said.

"Yes daddy."

"Good."

James teased your folds with his tip before slowly pushing in. You both groaned slightly as he pushing all the way in. Sirius rid himself of his jeans and forced his cock through your lips. James started to thrust in and out of you and a slow but hard pace. Meanwhile, Sirius didn't let you take charge of sucking him off like he usually does. He grabbed the back of your head and forced his cock all the way down your throat, throwing his head back and letting his eyes roll back. He throat fucked you until your throat burned from his tip constantly slamming into the back of your throat. Your jaw ached and your head hurt from his hard grip.

"Your doing so good baby." Remus soothed, patiently awaiting his turn.

Both of the boys thrusts got sloppy. You felt James' cum shoot out in small spurts, coating your walls. This had you shaking from pleasure. Then Sirius had you shaking in pain as he pushed you all the way down his cock until your nose was buried in his lower stomach. You started to loose oxygen before Sirius' cum shot into your throat. He yanked your head back roughly, to which you instantly took a big breathe.

They switched positions. Remus in front of you, James kneeling next to him, and Sirius behind you.

For the first time were you nervous for sex.

"Be good and don't move." Sirius growled, slapping your ass roughly.

Remus gently eased his cock into your mouth, allowing you to bob your head on your own. Without warning, Sirius slammed all the way into you, not giving you any time to adjust. You yelped in pain and pleasure.

"Fuck." he cursed.

This is where things started to take a turn.

He slammed ridiculously hard into you, his tip abusing your cervix. You were yelping around Remus' cock. James and Remus shared worried looks, but they knew you knew your safe word, so to them, you were enjoying it.

But boy were they wrong.

You'd never felt so much pain during sex. But you wanted to be good for them. For Sirius.

"Your such a fucking whore." he groaned. "So fucking worthless."

That hurt.

But you continued.

"Fucking dumb."

Pain.

"Your just a fucking whore for us to fuck." he grunted, slamming into you so roughly you screamed around the lycanthropes cock. "I." slam. "Fucking." slam. "Hate." slam. "You."

That did it.

You pushed Remus out of your mouth and screamed. "Red! Red! Red! Please stop."

James practically shoved Sirius out of you and went straight to your side. You weren't having it. Without looking at any of them, you quickly threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and ran out of the room, much to your bodies dismay.

You rushed to your dorm, which you shared with your best friends, Lily, Marlene, Alice and Dorcas. You wiped away tears before opening the door, finding all the girls on their beds, ready to tuck themselves into their duvets and go to sleep. But when they saw you limping, holding your lower stomach, and tears rimming your eyes, they looked at you with concerned faces.

"Y/n!" Lily exclaimed. She, along with the other girls, rushed to your side and helped you sit down on the closest bed.

"What happened babe?" Marlene asked.

"He hates me." you muttered.

"Who hates you love?" Dorcas asked.

"Sirius...."

"That's not true-"

"He said it." you interrupted Lily's words. The girls' eyes widened as they searched for any hint of a joke, but when they found none, their faces turned red in anger.

"That fucking dick." Marlene seethed.

"I-"

"Y/N!" the door slammed open, revealing, now clothed boys.

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Part 2 will be out soon.

[nightowlfandom]

Billy Loomis And Stu Macher x Reader- Our Favorite Girl (Slight gore warning)

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Leggo!

...(Trigger warning, stabby stab)

“Hey newbie!” 

You looked up from your textbook to find Stu Macher prancing up to you. With a polite smile, you greeted him.

“Hi Stuart.” you said. “How are you?”

“Hey! I said you didn’t have to be so ‘oooh hi Stuart I’m so prim and proper.’ “ he laughed out loud. “We’re friends aren’t we?” 

“I guess so.” you laughed nervously. “ Um...what’s up?”

“I’m havin’ a party and you’re coming!”

“Parties?” You frowned. “I-uh...” you wanted to reject the idea. You hated parties and your parents would probably blow a fuse if they knew what was going on around town. ‘Stuart, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not, kitten?” he winked. “Afraid to be seen with little ol’ me?” there was a darkness behind his words that you couldn’t ignore. “Don’t like being out after dark?”

“I’m not the partying type is all.” you shrugged. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not the most popular person around here.” you stared down at your shoes. “I just don’t wanna ruin your party. I’m the last person you wanna be seen with.”

“It’d make me real happy, kitten.” he stepped forward and slipped his fingertips under your chin and made you look up. “Please? Just for a few minutes.”

Call it weakness, but you couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay.” you smiled lightly. “I’ll go”

“Great! Don’t worry, it’ll be super memorable.” he winked as he skipped off. 

Later on, you were walking to your locker only to bump into Adam. Typical bully. “Hey Y/N. Heard you were going to Macher’s party tonight...you gonna wear a dress for me?”

“No.” you answered curtly. “It’s amazing how you don’t seem to have anything better to do other than shove your nose into my business.” you hugged your books to your chest. “Can I go now?.”

“Hey...is there a problem?” you turned around to find Billy Loomis stalking up to you. You had seem him a handful of times but never actually talked to him before. “You...where do I know you from?”

“I sit behind you in English. We had a project together once.” you replied sheepishly. “Stuart forces me to sit between him and his girlfriend at lunch when they’re fighting. You talk to me from time to time...”

“Stuart...” he raised an eyebrow. “You mean Stu?”

“mhm! You probably don’t remember me because I never reply...” you nodded. 

“You goin’ to his party or somethin’?”

“He asked me to go.” you trailed off. “You’re going too, right?”

“ Why? Excited to meet me there?”“ he smirked, totally ignoring Adam at this point. 

“I mean...” you stared down at your books. “I was hoping someone I’d know would be there.”

Billy raised an eyebrow at you. You gave off a shy aura and for some reason he was into that. He and Stu had been planning a massacre, and they were gonna blame that damned Sydney Prescott. It was the perfect crime. 

“Hm...I’ll see you there.” he winked at you, then sent a death-bringing glare at Adam. “Problem, handsome?” he sneered as he passed the athlete.

... at the party

“Not even three hours in and I have to hide...” you cursed yourself out. “Damn asshole...!” 

Adam was informed that you had arrived and was looking for you, shit!

You ran into the kitchen, losing your breath. “Billy?” 

The suspect in question whipped around. Billy was holding what you assumed was the house phone and instantly hung it up. “Hey...”

“Am I glad to see you.” you sighed.

“Somethin wrong?” 

Billy was in the middle of executing his plan, but for some reason he couldn’t help but want to talk to you. 

“Adam is looking for me.” you sighed. “Could I...stay here with you? Please?”

Billy smiled, darting out his tongue to run across his bottom lip. You were absolutely adorable. “I have a better idea.” he smirked, walking up to you. “Why don’t we send him a little message?”

“You have a girlfriend.” you put a hand on Billy’s chest. “I c-can’t.”

“Not anymore...she dumped me for Randy.” he tusked. ”Figures right?”

“Well...that’s her fault...you’re pretty cool.” you bit your lip.

“So...” Billy tilted your head up towards you. “Let me-”...he gently kissed your lips. While it felt wrong, you melted into him. He held the side of your face in his hand. Sidney wasn’t your friend, not by a longshot, but you still respected her. The fact that Billy was so willing to kiss you, like this.

“For once...stop worrying about other people.” he mumbled against your lips. “Just live in the moment...shit I know what I want...you know what you want...so act on it damnit.”

“Are we still talking about getting Adam off me back or-”

“Shush...don’t think.”

“Kinda hard to when your girlfriend is in the other room”

“Shut up.” he shushed you, tightening his arms around you. You kissed him back with just as much urgency. How would the others react, seeing this...seeing you. Billy backed you up against the counter. Before it could get any farther, you both heard screaming, girlish screaming. 

“What the hell was that?” you asked, feeling your heart race.

“Stay here.” Billy ran in the direction of the noise, leaving you to stand there in terror.

You could hear screams and cries for help, followed by what sounded like gleeful laughter. You were left frozen in place as a man with a mask on his face kicked open the kitchen door. 

You immediately braced yourself with a kitchen knife.

“Stay back!” you warned. “I will cut you!”

“Easy kitten, I’m not gonna kill ya.”

Call it ignorance. Call it instinct, but there was something familiar about the way this stranger spoke to you.

“What did you just say?” you dared ask this man. “Did you just call me kitten?”

“You’re naive, childish...and adorable...like a little kitty cat.” the way he laughed under the mask led you to believe he was laughing with his tongue stuck out.

There was only one person that you knew who spoke like that. You slowly lowered the knife and walked up to him cautiously. The figure didn’t move in the slightest. You were standing toe to toe with him. 

You cautiously raised the mask only revealing the bottom half of the strangers face...only they weren’t a stranger.

“Stu.” you concluded.

“....You said my name.” he flirted.

“Care to explain?”

“In a bit...got something to take care of.” he straightened his mask again before disappearing again.

It was only less than a minute before Stu came quite literally crawling back into the kitchen.

Stu doubled over, holding his stomach as you rushed over to his side. “Stu?” you put a hand on his forehead. “Stu, please don’t be dead!” you winced. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” That damn Sidney...she must have had something to do with this.

“Y/N...it hurts.” Stu moaned in pain. “Hold me?” 

You wasted no time in gathering him to the best of your abilities. He rested his head in your knee. You hummed thoughtfully, shushing him while you used his sweater to apply pressure to his stab wound.

“Y/N, are you sure you aren’t an angel?” He shamelessly flirted, smiling through his pain.

“No, I’m not.” you giggled. ”Save your energy.”

“I’d have more if you just gave me those lips of yours...” he winked. Just to shut him up, you kissed his forehead. 

“Not what I meant, but works for me.”

 As you chided the poor boy, Sydney ran into the kitchen, screaming at the top of her lungs while Billy also wounded stumbled behind. 

“Billy??” you gasped in horror. Seeing you must have caused him to loose his footing, because he slowed his movements. You laid Stu on his back and urged him keep his sweater over his wound. 

You scrambled to your feet, eyeing Sidney with a glare no one had ever seen you wear.

“Y/N! You’ve got to believe me! They’ve been the ones doing this.”

“I find that really hard to believe that when you were just standing over Stu with a bloody knife.” you seethed. “Your own boyfriend? Really?” you dared step closer.

“Y/N! They’re manipulating you!” she began crying. “You have to see it!” She was obviously hysterical.

“Then give me the knife.” you faked calm, cautiously stepping towards her. “Give me the knife...and we can-” you stopped yourself. You looked over at Billy, praying he wouldn’t be mad. “We’ll call the cops.” you you held your hand out.

“WHAT?” Billy seethed. You avoided his gaze. Hopefully he wouldn’t sense your fear. 

“Trust me...” you said, just barely above a whisper. You were mostly talking to Billy, but had to make it look like it was directed at her. “We can get out of this...”

Sidney (very stupidly) outstretched her hand, the one that was holding the knife. Once it was within your reach, you grabbed her wrist, and grabbed the blade with your free hand, throwing it to the side. You tackled to to the floor and held her down.

“Crazy bitch.” you mumbled. She began thrashing, and screaming bloody murder. You were eventually able to get the best of her. “Whoever is the least dead...COPS...NOW!” You struggled as Sidney screamed. “This bitch is out of her mind!.”

“I have a better idea.” A seemingly fine, and now very much not dead Stu rose to his feet, a sick smile plastered on his face. The knife had slid over to him and you hadn’t even realized. You were too focused on keeping Sidney on the floor.

Suddenly you were yanked back into Billy’s arms as a sharp object came down from above, plunging through Sidney’s chest. 

“Oh my god!” you buried your head into Billy’s shirt, trying to block out the terrible sounds you heard the terrible sounds of skin ripping. 

“Shhh it’s over babe.” He shushed you. “It’s okay.” he stroked your hair with his bloody hand. Stu laughed manically as he wiped the sweat off his face. 

“Some party huh.” Stu cackled. He wasted no time in sandwiching you between himself and Billy.

“You had us thinking you’d betray us, Kitten.” Stu dug his head into your shoulder.

“Y/N would never do that to us...she’s our good girl.”

“You guys are-”

“Absolutely.”

“And this party was-”

“Smart girl.”

“And now that you know our little secret, we’re never letting you go, kitten!” Stu laughed. 

“And if you tell anyone, we’ll have no choice but to take you down with us...but you won’t do that to us, will you?” Billy asked, nuzzling his head into your neck.

[rizubaby]

You're My Toy | Kokichi Ouma.

genre ; nsfw oneshot.

request ; Kokichi Ouma with a sweet and submissive s/o whom he just wants to break.

summary ; you've been studying all day, trying to prepare for a big test. Kokichi is not a fan of someone or something taking your attention away from him, so he decides to punish you for it.

tags ; fem!reader, boyfriend experience, rough sex, degradation, corruption and mindbreak, cum play, usage of sex toys, vulgar language.

wc ; 1,7k.

note ; this was such a blast to write! I was on a roll while writing this so I managed to finish it quicker than I initially thought. I hope you like it! ♡

This is an 18+ post. Minors dni.

It's almost 11 pm. You've been behind your desk all day, studying for a big test you have coming up in a couple days. Even though everyone around you has no doubt you'll ace the test, you can't help but feel like you need to study so much your brain'll start to hurt. You lower your head onto the desk, letting out a tired sigh.

A moment passes and suddenly, you hear your boyfriend Kokichi enter your study. You don't even bother to look up since you're so exhausted. He's probably here just to annoy you again or to try and keep you from your work.

"S/o."

Just as you slowly lift your head from your desk, you notice Kokichi is looking rather serious. He has his hands balled into fists, seemingly frustrated about something. "K-kokichi? what's wrong?" you ask, not expecting him to look at you the way that he did. Did something happen? Was he mad at you?

Without warning, he steps towards you and turns your desk chair around, now facing him directly. He brings his face closer to yours and aggressively presses his lips against yours. You're surprised, but lean into the passionate kiss nonetheless. You feel your cheeks burn up a bit, one of his hands on your thigh as the other suddenly pulls on your hair. Your head is yanked back a bit, breaking up the kiss instantly. He looks mad.

"You... You've been neglecting me all. day. It's driving me insane, you know that?" he whispers into your ear, biting at your neck with a slightly aggressive undertone. You flinch, not expecting him to behave like this. You fumble with your words, not knowing exactly how to properly respond to him while he's doing all these things to you.

Kokichi suddenly pulls away, leaving you blushing bright red and shaken up in your chair. He gives you one last glance before turning around and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

Not able to fully comprehend what just happened, you let your face fall into the palms of your hands. What was that about?

Concerned about having hurt Kokichi's feelings, you stand up from your chair and decide to pull yourself together and head towards the bedroom. You slowly make your way down the hall and open the door to you guys' bedroom. He's...not there?

"K...Kokichi? where are yo--" you're suddenly cut off by the sound of the bedroom door closing behind you, him standing right behind you. Right as you're turning around to look at him, he grabs you by the collar of your blouse and harshly pulls you towards him. A smirk appears on his face, yet you're not sure what it means.

You never know what that look means.

"Get on the bed. Now." he orders, his devilish smirk making you worry just a little bit. Doing as he says, you slowly walk backwards towards the bed until you feel the edge bump against your legs, not breaking the eye contact. You slowly sit down onto the edge of the bed, your cheeks burning up again.

"Like I said, you've been ignoring me all day and neglecting your duties as my girlfriend. What are you going to do to make it up to me, hm?" he walks towards you, lifting your chin up as he takes a good look at your flustered face. You're always so sweet and innocent, at times like this it makes him want to ruin and corrupt you even more.

"U-um... I can-" you mumble, not sure what you were even going to answer. "What was that? I can't hear you." he remarked, raising his eyebrow sadistically.

"I-I... I can be your toy?" you stutter, slightly embarrassed by what you had just said. He seemed to like it though, since his mischievous grin only seemed to grow larger.

"That's right. You're my toy."

Kokichi suddenly pushes you back onto the bed, aggressively spreading your legs apart. It all happened so fast, you didn't have time to fully wrap your head around what was happening. As you look down, you see Kokichi's face from between your legs, his purple eyes gazing right at you. He pulls your laced panties to the side and snickers devilishly. "Look at this, you're already so wet from that! You're so dirty s/o, I'm so ashamed to call you my girlfriend..." he spoke in a degrading tone, reaching inside the pocket of his jacket as he pulled out what looked like a pink vibrator.

He wasted no time, turning the toy on and holding it against your sensitive clit. You immediately arched your back in response to the sudden and intense feeling you got from it, gripping the sheets tightly. You hear Kokichi giggle from underneath you, clearly enjoying your reaction. "This is nothing. Let's see how much you can really take," he says before forcefully pushing the vibrator inside your pussy. You let out a surprised and pained moan, much to Kokichi's liking.

Shaking profusely from the intense pleasure, you feel your eyes tearing up, your grip on the bedsheets becoming so tight you feel like you're going to tear a hole in them with your nails. From your half closed blurry eyes, you see Kokichi stand up from underneath you, unbuckling his belt. "Get up."

You look at him with teary eyes, still trembling from the toy vibrating inside your hole. "I said: Get. Up." His eyes feeling like they're piercing right through you, you slowly get up, your face bright red as beads of sweat form on your forehead. Kokichi grins at your lewd expression, whipping his dick out from his pants. "Now suck me off, you dirty slut."

Blushing heavily, you get onto all fours and move to the edge of the bed where Kokichi is standing, bringing your face closer to his shaft. It's perfect in size, twitching slightly as you wrap your hand around it. You prepare yourself to take his shaft inside your mouth as you suddenly feel Kokichi's hand push your head down onto his length. You choke in surprise, but quickly adjust to the new feeling as you bob your head up and down his shaft.

"Wow s/o, you're soooo naughty... Listen to those dirty sounds you're making! You're so disgusting." He remarks, snickering maliciously as he looks at you taking his entire length inside your mouth. "Let's really make you my dirty little bitch, shall we?" he says as he grabs a small remote from his back pocket. He holds it up proudly and presses a small button on the tiny device.

You immediately feel the vibrator that's still inside your hole start to vibrate more intensely. You stop for a second, moaning onto his cock as you feel your legs shake uncontrollably in response. You hear Kokichi laugh in amusement, pushing your head even further onto his shaft. You sputter, finally feeling your orgasm wash over you as you feel the tip of his shaft touch the back of your throat. Your eyes roll back into your skull, feeling Kokichi's hot cum shoot into the back of your throat simultaneously. You let out a weak moan, still not completely done riding out your climax.

Kokichi slowly pulls his dick out of your mouth, some drops of cum rolling down your chin as you take a moment to catch your breath. Your eyes are still blurry and your face feels burning hot, bringing your hand up to your face as you catch the remaining droplets of cum with your finger. Kokichi looks at you with a faint blush now apparent on his cheeks. You let your fingers run against the tip of his dick once more, gathering the last bits of his cum and bringing it to your mouth.

"Look at you, such a dirty cum slut... Who's my little cum princess, hm?" he asks degradingly. "I-I am," you reply, now feeling like any type of dignity and self-respect you had left has completely evaporated. "That's right, nyehehe..."

Having had enough of your mouth, Kokichi orders you to turn around once more, pulling the vibrator out of your soaking pussy. You gasp softly at the sudden feeling of emptiness, looking over your shoulder to meet your eyes with his. "K-Kokichi, please... I-I want--" you mumble, suddenly feeling his cold fingers stroke against your entrace. You shiver, letting out a surprised moan.

"Let's finish you off, hehehe..." Kokichi giggles, positioning the tip of his dick in between your folds, pushing into you painfully slow. Now having his entire length inside you, he doesn't move an inch. You turn around and look at him, his devilish grin staring back at you. You feel like you're going insane, wanting to move your hips against him to have at least some type of friction. He stops you though, not allowing you to move.

"Ah, ah ah... not yet. I want to hear you beg for me, you little slut." Kokichi says, his expression turning stoic. Feeling like you're losing your grip on reality, desperate begs and moans flow out of your mouth, begging for him to move and to fuck you senseless. Kokichi laughs. "I never expected you to say such dirty words s/o, I will have to punish you for that."

You immediately feel him start to move, picking up the pace rather quickly as he thrusts into you with full force. He grips your sides tightly with one hand, the other slapping your ass aggressively. Loud moans spill out of you, thick tears rolling down your cheeks. He grabs your wrists, keeping them placed on your back as your face buries itself into the mattress. You didn't imagine Kokichi to be this rough and degrading, but you were slipping into a state of pure bliss, not caring about anything anymore. The only thing you could think about was Kokichi ramming into you, your tongue rolling out of your mouth from the intense pleasure.

You hear soft grunts and giggles coming from behind you, indicating that Kokichi was getting close to his climax once again. His pace speeding up even more makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, letting out a loud scream as you feel his hot load fill you up again.

Trembling uncontrollably, you feel yourself cumming as well, feeling the mix of your juices trickle down your legs. Kokichi snickers, giving you one last spank before pulling out of you.

He takes a step back and admires the pretty sight of your demolished hole trembling before him, running his finger along your hole and bringing his cum soaked finger to his mouth. He licks it off, a satisfied grin forming on his face.

"That'll teach you, my little sex freak."

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt. 06 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.4 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Change Of Heart

“C'mon, Nancy. Watch the game with me.” Walking against the crowd, you try to convince Nancy to stay. Billy has a basketball game today, and you'll have to wait anyway since he's driving you home, so you decided to watch. And why not having Nancy join you? “You don't have anything to do.”

Rolling her eyes, she finally nods. “Fine, (Y/N).”

Smiling, you run to the court, making your way to the middle of the bleachers. “We have to pick different teams.”

“You'll cheer for Billy, that's pretty obvious.”

“Well, I–” You're cut short by a whistle, and a few seconds later the boys come out of the locker room.

You didn't want to look for too long, just enough for him to know you're here. But something quickly gets your attention. “Oh, boy,” Nancy mutters, elbowing you. “Don't even try to convince me you didn't notice.”

Of course you noticed. How could you not notice he's shirtless. “Shut up, Nancy.” You manage to say, eyes still set on Billy. Once he finds you in the bleachers, he squints his eyes a little, a smirk coming to his lips.

“Alright...” She mumbles, and you finally manage to look away.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” She sing-songs, laughing a little. “I'm just really excited for the day when you'll call me to talk about whatever is going on between you and Billy Hargrove.”

You nervously giggle, feeling heat spreading through your cheeks. Thankfully, the game starts so you have something else to pay attention to. “You know what's going on. We're studying.”

“You're studying.” She puts some emphasis on the ‘s’, making you roll your eyes. “Then explain me the heart eyes.”

“What heart eyes?”

“The heart eyes Billy makes at you. Like, all the time.”

Taking a deep breath, you lightly shake your head. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“I'll be here when you're ready.”

“Shit, Nancy.” You burst out, eyes set on Billy. He looks at you every now and then, that smug smirk never leaving his face. You really wish you could pick on him after if all his staring was causing him to suck at the game. But Billy is amazing, and he's nailing it, making it look easy. The man doesn't even try, the jerk. “Things are... Complicated.”

“We have time. Spill it out.”

Running a hand through your hair, you sigh. “Billy... Billy said something about wanting to change. And he said he was trying because he found a girl–”

“And the girl is you.” She cuts you off, a hand on your knee, shaking it until you look at her. “Explain it, (Y/N). You've been a mystery since you and Billy started that program. Tell me what's going on because I know something is going on.”

“One day we were talking about relationships. And I told him I do believe he can change if he meets the right girl... And some time after he told me he found that girl and yes, it's me.” You lower your voice, making a pause just to see Billy making an amazing dunk. You can't help but yell, getting a smirk and a wink from him. He's absolutely amazing. “And I... I told him we're completely different but... That we could see how things play out.”

“So help me out here.” She mutters, looking at something behind you. When you give a quick look over your shoulder, you see Stacy and two of her friends coming to the bleachers. “You gave Billy Hargrove a chance.”

“No, I just... I just said we could see what happens. I mean...”

“(Y/N), be honest with me.” Nancy gets your attention again, and you forget the game for a while, turning your body towards her. You've been avoiding talking to her because you didn't want to think about it too much. But now you know you need to. “You're acting like it's nothing but I know you. I know there's something.”

“Nan, I'm really–”

“Hey, (Y/N),” Stacy says, right before settling down next to you.

Raising an eyebrow and exchanging a glance with Nancy, you look at her. “Hi. May I help you with something?”

“Oh, always so good, (Y/N).” She giggles. “But actually yes, you can help me. Stop monopolizing Billy.” Stacy finally looks at you, and she's mad. Angry even. “Ever since he was shoved into this stupid program and paired up with you, he hasn't had time for anything else. No parties, nothing. Not even on weekends.”

Taking a deep breath, you roll your eyes. “Billy can have time off whenever he wants. It's not my fault he doesn't want to go out with you anymore.”

“Honey, Billy goes from a girl to another, but he always comes back to me.” She puts a wicked, mean smirk on. “Because he knows I'm a hell of a good–”

“Shut up, Stacy.” Nancy cuts her off, raising her voice. “If the guy doesn't want to hang out with you anymore, just suck it up.” Your eyes go wide at Nancy's choice of words. She's changed a lot from last year, and now she stands up for herself a lot more, and for you too. “You said it yourself. He goes from one to another, so maybe your time is over.”

“And do you really think he'll pick her over me?” Stacy laughs, a finger on your face, and her two friends laugh as well. They both had Billy, you know it. “Tiny little thing, small tits, the perfect good girl who never lies, never disobey her mommy and daddy. Always have the perfect grades.” Nancy stands up and you do the same, being followed by Stacy and her stupid friends. “You think you're better than us because you never wear anything short, never show too much cleavage, never exposes yourself.”

“I never said–”

“You're a freaking prude.” She pushes your shoulder, taking her hand away as if you were dirty. “A stupid, little puritan who had the audacity of thinking you could hook up a man like Billy.”

Some guys from the team hear it, you can tell by how they hang around longer, eyes on you and the others. Nobody ever spoke to you like that, and you feel... Like your sinking. Cheeks burning and tears starting to pool in your eyes. But you're not stupid. You're not the type of girl who listens to this shit and lowers your head. “If I'm a prude, then you're a slut.” You burst out, crossing your arms. “Sleeping with a different guy every day and acting like you're all that when you're just a stupid–”

“Cow,” Nancy whispers in your ear.

“–cow.” You quickly add, shrugging your shoulders. “But I don't put my nose on your business so don't you put yours on mine.”

“You little bitch.” Stacy pushes you again, a lot harder this time, and you lose your balance, falling two steps down. Your leg gets stuck, and as you finally stop, you feel a sting on your knee. “Oh, I'm so sorry.” You hear her high-pitched voice, full of irony.

“(Y/N)!” Nancy is quick to reach you, helping you get up. “Are you alright?”

The game stopped, and you see through the corner of your eyes as the guys come closer. “I'm fine.” Your knee hurts, but still, you climb the two steps that separate you from Stacy, ignoring the pain on your leg and using all the anger you can gather to help you move, just to slap her right across the face. The hit is so strong it echoes through the gym and your palm burns. “You won't do that again.” You yell, only then letting Nancy pull you down, limping a little.

“(Y/N),” Billy calls, and the moment you turn to look at him, he picks you up, a hand on the small of your back and the other under your legs. “I'll take her to the infirmary.” He tells Nancy, clearly pissed.

“I can walk.” You mutter, glancing at Nancy. She nods and makes a gesture with her thumb and little finger, bringing them to her ear and mouth. But you won't just call her, you need to talk to her face to face.

“Even so.”

Billy is silent on the way to the infirmary, and when he leaves you on the hospital bed they have here, he excuses himself. Then you're left alone with a very curious school nurse. She makes a lot of questions you only give half answers to. But lucky for you, your knee is fine, you'll just need a bag of ice to prevent any swelling. She gives you one and tells you to get another when you get home.

“I'm not going back there, that's final.” You hear Billy talking to someone, and seconds later he comes into the infirmary. “How are you?”

“I'm fine. Just need to put some ice on it.” Billy is weird, keeping a certain distance. “Where did you go?”

“To speak with the Principal. Or else I'm sure you'd get suspended along with that bitch.”

“Thanks.”

“I'll wash the sweat away and drive you home.” And he leaves again.

As you wait, in the empty infirmary, you take the ice off your knee when it starts to burn. What's wrong with Billy? He was normal during the game, and now... A lot of possibilities go through your head. Maybe he realized this is stupid, the idea of you and him. Maybe he decided to go out with Stacy again because she gives him what you don't. But it just doesn't feel like it.

And the weird feeling in your chest gets you by surprise. It feels like a sting, a pressure. You have no idea why Billy acting distant suddenly makes you feel this way. As if you just lost something you don't even know how to get back.

“Let's go.” The voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and when you look at the clock, you see there's still half an hour of the game.

“Won't you get in trouble for leaving the game?”

“Don't worry about it.”

“D-do you think you can carry me?” The question comes out the moment he gestures for you to move. You don't know where it came from, but you just need to be closer to him. What Stacy said is still burning in your head, and part of you silently prays that this isn't the reason why Billy suddenly stepped back. So you just need to break through him, take down this wall he decided to build.

But to your relief, Billy's expression changes at your request. His face gets soft, and he nods before carefully picking you up. “I'm sorry.” He mutters, walking out of the infirmary.

“It wasn't your fault.”

“Of course it was.” He's avoiding your gaze, looking forward. It feels weird to be carried like that, and you wonder if you'll fall. But something tells you Billy wouldn't let go. His grip is firm, and he doesn't seem like he's in a hurry, since his pace is slow. “Stacy thinks she owns me because... Because what she said was true. Part of it, I mean.”

“Which part?” You softly ask, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“That I used to go back to her. In between a girl and another.” Billy's voice is heavy, and he sounds... Angry. At Stacy, maybe, or just at himself. “But it wasn't because she's good at something, it was because she was always easy. All that it took was a call, and everything I had to say was the time and place, and she would be there.”

It didn't go unnoticed that he's talking in the past, and it makes your heart beat a little faster. “And... All the rest?” Billy leaves the halls, reaching the parking lot and heading to his car.

“I don't think you're a prude.” When you get to his car, Billy puts you down and opens the door for you. “And I don't see anything wrong with the way you dress.” He pushes the door close, and your eyes follow him as he walks around the car, taking the driver's seat. “I'd comment on the part she calls you ‘small tits’ but I know you well enough not to, so...”

“Oh, shut up, B.” You giggle, running a hand through your hair.

“Buckle up, pretty girl.” He says, and that's what you do.

But the moment was just... A moment. Billy is back at being weird the entire ride, and he doesn't say anything as he carries you inside, putting you on the couch. You quickly tell your mother what happened, but you made it sound like an accident. There's no reason for her to know the rest. And when she goes upstairs, you call Billy to sit with you. But he doesn't, eyes on the floor as he stands by the coffee table.

“You could've broken your leg, you know that?” He says in a low voice, still not looking at you.

“But I didn't. And I don't understand–”

“That was on me. That was because I gave her reasons to think–”

“B, you can't blame yourself for what someone else does.” Cutting him off, you reach out your hand. “C'mon, I'm alright.”

“No.” Shaking his head, Billy finally looks up at you. “I can't do this. I can't be the reason why you get hurt.” And then, he walks away.

“Billy.” You call, but since doesn't stop, you push yourself up, limping to the door. But by the time you get there, Billy is already in his car. “Billy, don't go!” It comes out as a plead, as you feel a familiar lump in your throat. “Please...” You whisper as he drives away.

You don't know what just happened, you don't know if you did something. But there's one thing that just took you by surprise. An acknowledgment, a terrifying truth you don't want to think about.

You like Billy way more than you thought you did.

And as you push me the door close, leaning against the wall, a tear rolls down. There's a lot of things you don't understand about Billy, but you want to. You thought you were taking some walls down, growing closer to him, but now... Now you just don't know anymore.

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[nastybuckybarnes]

I See Red (18+)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky finds that he needs to remind you who you belong to.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Smut (Absolute filth, disgustingly dirty stuff)

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: Dude if ykyk! This song DOES THINGS TO ME. Anyway, kind of a sequel fic to Gangsta but you don’t need to read it to understand what happens in this one. It’s kinda dark but not really...? oh well, enjoy! This is literally just an excuse to write some rough smut.

I SEE RED (song)

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“What the flying fuck was that, James?!” He pinches the bridge of his nose and tosses his pistol onto the kitchen table, not wanting to have this conversation with you.

“I’m talking to you! Fucking answer me, asshole!” He turns to where you stand, leaning against the kitchen doorframe, brows drawn together in frustration.

“Jesus Christ (Y/n) I had to! You’ve done far fucking worse to get a target!” He snarks, watching you snort and shake your head. “I was doing my job, James. That bitch wasn’t even close to the target. How the Hell does feeling up some random broad make you more or less capable of finishing a job?!” He groans and pushes past you, walking through the living room of your shared penthouse apartment.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me, James!” He spins to you again, a new type of anger and fire in his eyes.

“Shut the fuck up! Just shut up!” He shouts.

You see absolute red.

“I’m not in the mood to hear you complain about absolutely everything today. Maybe tomorrow.” You grab his arm as he tries to leave the room again, fury written on your face.

“Don’t you fucking talk to me like that.” You growl, voice wavering in an attempt at reining in your anger. Your boyfriend scoffs and looks you up and down before standing to his full height and towering over you.

“Or what?” He asks, teasing you. “You gonna hit me? I’d like to see you fucking try. I’ll touch who I want when I want.”

Before you can fully grasp what’s happening, your hand is meeting his cheek and the sharp sound of a slap echoes in the room.

Everything freezes, your palm tingling with the force of the smack.

He huffs a breath out of his nose, stunned for a moment, before looking back at you with dark eyes.

“You’re gonna fucking regret that,” he growls, metal hand coming up and grabbing your throat. He forces you backwards, ignoring the way you stumble over yourself trying to keep up with his fast pace. He slams your back against the wall of your bedroom, ignoring the way you groan in pain.

His chest heaves with anger and he licks his lips.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Princess,” he sneers, fingers tightening around your throat. You glare into his eyes, mouth open in an attempt at drawing in a breath.

“You don’t get to boss me around. I think we established who wears the pants in this relationship, didn’t we?” You stomp on his foot and bring your elbow up to the inside of his wrist, forcing his arm down and away from your neck.

With quick fingers, you grab the dagger off of his utility belt and hold it to his throat, fire in your eyes.

“Don’t fucking call me Princess.” You press harder against his neck, waiting for him to back up. When he doesn’t you grind your teeth together and bring the knife to his shoulder, slicing a shallow gash there.

He hisses in pain, eyes widening.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart. One that you know you can’t win.” You shake your head at him and hold the blade up to his throat again.

“You touch who you want? Fine. But I’m gonna do the same. ‘Cause I don’t fucking belong to you. Understand?” The idea of another man’s hands on you makes a growl rumble out of his chest. He grabs your wrist and pins it behind your back, spinning you around so that it’s trapped between his stomach and your lower back.

Your shoulder aches a little but you don’t let it bother you too much. Instead, you wiggle in his grip, gasping when he brings his other hand around your torso to grab your throat.

"What were you saying?” He asks dangerously, teeth scraping over your neck. You arch your back, eyes falling closed at the sensation.

“I-I don’t belong to you,” you whisper, brows pulling together in frustration when he pulls his mouth away from your neck.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart. You do belong to me. And I’ll make sure that you and everybody else know it.”

His mouth is back on your neck, assaulting it with harsh bites.

You moan at the pleasurable pain, thighs rubbing together to alleviate the growing tingling there.

“None of that, darling. You’re not allowed any pleasure ‘till I say so.” He kicks your feet apart and pushes you forward until your chest is pressed against the wall. Your ass is pushed up against his crotch and you moan softly at the feeling of his hard length against you.

Against your better judgement, you grind your hips back against him, moaning at the feeling of him. He takes the knife from your hand and shoves it back into his utility belt.

“Fucking brat,” he mumbles, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you over to the bed. You whimper, eyes clouded with lust.

He grabs your jaw and you bite your bottom lip, groaning when he pushes his thumb into your mouth.

You suck on it instinctively, eyes dazed, and Bucky curses.

He pulls his thumbs out then puckers his lips and spits in your mouth.

“Swallow it. Now.” You comply automatically, squirming slightly when he sits down on the bed and pulls you across his lap on your stomach. He flips your skirt up and tears your panties down your legs, ignoring the way you fuss.

“You gonna be good for me?” You don’t answer, which is answer enough for him. He smacks you hard on the ass once and you moan, the pain stinging in the best way. He chuckles, rubbing the tingling skin for a moment before his hand disappears, only to come back down again with hard *slap*.

“Count them for me, Princess,” he whispers, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging your head up. You can feel his breath on the back of your neck and you can’t help but shiver.

He smacks your ass hard and you suck in a sharp breath through your teeth.

“One,” you whisper, pussy throbbing when he hums. “Good girl.”

*Smack*

“Two.” Your neck aches and you want to drop your head but his grip on your hair stays tight.

He smacks you three more times and you count each one, voice becoming softer and softer as he hits harder and harder.

“Halfway there, Princess.” He lets go of your hair and your head falls forward, chin resting on the side of his thigh.

*Smack*

“Six.” Your eyes are rolling back into your head, but he doesn't let up.

Three more smacks and your thighs start trembling as the coil in your belly tightens.

“Are... are you cumming?” He asks softly, watching the way your body quivers. You don’t answer, bottom lip tucked between your mouth as you tiptoe on the edge of pleasure.

He slams his hand down against your ass once more and you tumble over the edge, a loud broken moan leaving your lips as pleasure fills you.

He grabs you by the back of the neck and wrenches you upright, standing with you and taking your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment while you ride your high.

“Did I say you could cum?” He asks, his voice low and gravelly. You shake your head, eyes still dazed, and he grins wickedly.

He pushes you onto the bed on your hands and knees and climbs on behind you, hands groping your ass. You moan softly and lean your ass further into his hands.

You glance over your shoulder when he pulls away from you, eyes darkening as you watch him strip down to just his boxers.

A glint of silver in his right hand catches your eyes and you swallow hard when you see his knife.

“Yeah, not so brave now, are ya?” He asks, a predatory look in his eyes as he kneels on the bed behind you again.

He presses the tip of the blade between your shoulder blades and you flinch slightly. He shushes you, trailing the blade over the fabric of your shirt, tearing it with ease. He uses his left hand to rip the material of the shirt off your body, leaving you completely bare before him.

“Look at you, all pretty and perfect for me,” he murmurs, trailing the sharp tip of the knife over your skin.

“Such perfect skin, just waiting for me to ruin it.” The knife bites into your skin and you inhale sharply, not expecting the feeling to make your core throb the way it does.

Bucky notices the way your legs clench and he smiles, pressing the side of the knife to your heat. He’s careful not to cut you and pulls the blade away after a moment only to groan at the sight of it.

“You’re fuckin’ drippin’, doll.” He brings the knife around to your face and you feel slightly humiliated at the amount of your slick that coats it.

“Clean it off,” he orders, watching with dark eyes as you stick your tongue out to clean your slick off of the blade. The tangy-sweet taste of yourself makes you moan, and you work harder to drink it all up.

When it’s clean, he tosses it to the ground and shoves your shoulders roughly, making you fall forward. He grabs your hips and hoists them up, forcing you to stay face down ass up.

He sheds his last layer of clothing quickly and situates himself behind you, tapping the tip of his cock against your soaked core.

You jolt at the feeling and grab handfuls of the bedsheets beneath you.

“None of that,” he whispers, grabbing your arms roughly but gently bringing them around your back, making sure you don’t hurt your shoulders.

He pins your wrists to your lower back, holding both of them in one hand and showing you just how much bigger than you he is.

As if that wasn’t reminder enough, he slides his cock through your folds, gathering the ample amounts of slick dripping from you and coating himself in it.

Each pass of the tip over your swollen clit makes you whine and wiggle your hips, wanting him to fuck you already.

“You want something, Princess? Huh? You want something from me?” You nod weakly, panting into the mattress.

“Ask for it like a good girl.” You moan and shake your head, certain you can’t formulate a sentence.

“Come on, sweetheart. Ask for it,” he encourages, his free hand giving your ass a smack.

You whine again before turning and resting your cheek on the mattress, giving you more room to breathe.

“Please,” you whisper breathlessly.

“Please what?” He asks, giving a particularly hard thrust against your clit. You yelp then moan.

“Please fuck me, please.” He basks in the sound of your pleas for a moment then, with no warning whatsoever, slams all the way into you.

You choke out a moan of pained pleasure when he meets your cervix.

“Holy Fuck!” He exclaims, gritting his teeth hard when your walls clench painfully tight around him.

“You’re fuckin soaked, Princess. Is all this for me?” He asks, fingers of his free hand tracing over where the two of you are connected.

“Mhm... all for you,” you whisper. He nods, bottom lip between his teeth as he slowly pulls out then pushes back in, making you feel every inch of his glorious cock.

“P-please... faster...” If he could spend the rest of his life listening to you beg for him he would.

“What was that, Princess? I didn’t quite catch it.” You groan and tug against the hand holding your wrists to your back.

“Faster. Please, please.”

“Well... since you asked so nicely.” He grabs onto your waist and quickly starts slamming into you, setting up a brutal and punishing pace, bruising your cervix with each hard thrust.

The pain is absolutely beautiful, and you cry out loudly.

He pounds into you barbarically, forcing you to take every inch of his long, thick cock.

You can hear the squelching of his cock sliding through the copious amount of slick your producing, and it only makes you feel even hotter, the heat gathering in your core in what will no doubt be another earth-shattering orgasm.

“You gonna cum for me? Huh?! Gonna cum on my cock?! Do it then, cum all over daddy’s cock.” The way he dominates you with absolutely no hesitation is what sends you spiralling headfirst into your climax, eyes rolling back into your head as everything goes black, ears ringing loudly.

He doesn’t stop, he only continues fucking you as you cum all over his cock, pussy clenching and flutter as he continues his assault on your walls.

When you take in a gasping breath, his hips slow until finally, he pulls out of you. You groan, legs shaking and pussy twitching, and Bucky needs to close his eyes to stop himself from cumming.

After a couple of deep breaths, he opens his eyes and flips you onto your back, pushing your knees up to your chest and resting his cock on your pussy.

You fight to catch your breath, hooded eyes trained on him. He slaps his cock against your cunt a couple times, watching as your back arches and a moan leaves your pretty lips.

“You got another one in you?” He asks, knowing he’s gonna make you cum again regardless of your answer.

When you don’t answer, he crawls up your body and presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and dominance. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth so harshly that you're sure he’s left a mark.

He pulls away and looks into your eyes, left hand moving from your hip up over your chest and resting on your right breast. He pinches your nipple between two cold metal fingers and lowers his head to your left breast, tongue tracing the pebbled skin for a moment before sucking it into his mouth.

You whine, the stimulation being far too much, and squirm underneath him.

He chuckles and pulls away, licking his lips as he devours you with his eyes.

“Should I eat that pretty pussy? Make you cream in my mouth then fuck you hard with my cock again? Yeah? You want that, baby?” You shake your head, far too sensitive for one more orgasm, let alone two.

He ignores you and climbs down your body until his face is right between your legs, his eyes gazing upon your sex like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Such a fucking pretty pussy. All nice and swollen for me.” He traces his tongue over your outer lips, groaning at the taste of you. Icy blue eyes, pupils blown wide with lust, stay trained on your face as he presses his tongue into your swollen hole, moaning lewdly as he slurps up everything you have to offer.

You drop your head back, hips thrusting up and off the bed as he eats you out like a man starved.

He pulls back for just a moment, holds your gaze, and spits onto your pussy.

You clench around nothing and you feel more than hear him chuckle as he dips down and wraps his mouth around your clit, giving it a hard suck.

Your shoulders lurch off the bed and he grins up at you before repeating the movement, sucking on your clit and rubbing it with his tongue. He uses the tip of his talented tongue to first circle your clit, then presses harder and flicks up and down.

“Fuck!” You cry, grabbing handfuls of his hair and pulling him harder against your centre. He takes the hint and works his mouth harder on you, teeth grazing over your swollen bud before he laves his tongue over it again, soothing the sting.

The way he maintains eye contact mixed with the obscene sound of him devouring you brings you to the edge quickly, and your third orgasm of the night grabs at you and nearly pulls you from consciousness. Nearly.

Your thighs stay clenched around Bucky’s head, and he uses that to his advantage, licking you through your high until a gush of liquid splashes against his face. He pulls back in slight shock, eyes wide for a moment before he’s leaning down to drink you in, desperate to taste all of you.

Your muscles ache and you can feel a cramp forming in your calf, but you can’t relax, not when he continues attacking your poor pussy with his mouth.

He pulls away and smacks his lips, grinning from ear to ear at how absolutely wrecked you look.

“You ready for my cock again, Princess?” He asks, rising to his knees and pulling your legs over his shoulders. He presses his cock to your heat and you shake your head.

“Baby, you know you’ve got another one in you.” You shake your head again, but both of you know that you don’t want to stop.

He slowly pushes into you, head rolling back at the snug fit.

“’S’like you get tighter and tighter every time I’m in you,” he whispers, voice scratchy. You say nothing, mouth dropped open in a silent scream of pleasure.

Bucky presses a soft kiss to each ankle before grabbing your thighs and pounding into you as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

You grab at the sheets and ball them in your fists, only to have your hands pried up and over your head, locked there in Bucky’s metal fist. His eyes are nearly black as he leans forward, and you lose your breath for a moment.

He’s hitting so much deeper at this angle, and he knows that too. The smug bastard slows for a moment, just gently rolls his hips and rubs over the sensitive spot inside of you before picking up the pace again.

You lock your ankles together around his neck, moaning and whimpering while he destroys you, thick cock splitting you open and ruining you in the best way possible.

He fucks you hard and fast, determined to make you cum once more before he hums.

He angles his hips upwards until you cry out, knowing that he’s hitting both your cervix and your g-spot with each thrust.

He can feel you starting to clench, see the furrow in your brows and the way your lips part.

God, watching you cum has to be one of the best things in the world.

Your shoulders raise up off the bed and your head digs into the pillows, love-bitten neck on display, and that only spurs him on more. Seeing you bearing his marks, knowing that everyone will know you’re his, it makes him fuck you harder, cock glistening each time he pulls back.

You pull your bottom lip into your mouth in a pathetic attempt at being silent, and Bucky leans down, taking your right nipple into his mouth and nipping at it. A scratchy, broken moan leaves your lips and he feels the telltale flutter of your walls before they clamp down, squeezing him so hard he thinks he sees stars.

He doesn’t stop, instead, he goes faster, chasing his own orgasm while prolonging yours. He lets go of your hands and they find his shoulders, nails digging in and dragging down, easily drawing blood.

That pinch of pain is all it takes to send him spiralling over the edge. He cums hard with a growl of your name, teeth finding your shoulder and biting hard enough for you to feel it but not hard enough to leave too much of a mark.

He pumps you full of warm cum, thick ropes of white painting your swollen walls. He cums for what feels like hours, and his cum seeps out from where his cock is locked in your pussy.

You pant hard, holding him tight to your chest. He huffs out a big breath of air and leans back, cock still inside of you, maneuvering your legs until they’re around his waist. He then flips the two of you so that you’re lying on his chest, pussy full to the brim with cock and cum.

His hand rubs soothing circles on your back as exhaustion sets in.

Before you fall asleep you pry your eyes open and look up at him, smiling almost shyly. He shoots you a dopey, blissed-out smile, then sighs, his fingers massaging your scalp.

“If I belong to you,” you mutter sleepily, “then you belong to me. No more touching random bitches.” He nods, straining his neck to kiss your forehead.

“I promise I won’t touch anyone but you unless it’s life or death.” You hum happily then whine when he pushes you off of him.

“C’mon, pretty girl. I’ve gotta get you cleaned up.”

He scoops you up in his arms and you feel his cum sliding out of you. He sits you down on the toilet and while you go he gets the shower ready.

“Just a quick rinse,” he whispers, kissing your nose gently. You nod and let him bring you in the shower. His hands, one cool and one hot, clean your body of the sweat and cum that would’ve irritated you all night.

Once the two of you are clean, he holds you under the water for a long moment, pressing gentle kisses all over your face.

“You’re my girl. The only one for me,” he whispers, fingers tracing up and down your spine. You hug him tightly to your body, closing your eyes and relaxing against him.

“And you’re the only one for me. Even though you drive me crazy.” He chuckles and kisses the top of your head.

The two of you stay like that, just holding each other under the stream until the water runs cold.

[sashi-ya]

Hello! I hope you are doing fine! Can I request the rough sex OS (the jealousy one) with Law? And with a shy s/o? I have a soft spot for a possessive Law.

Hi! 👋 I loved this request in specific, I love possessive Law too!. I wrote this little OS on a modern AU. She is a coffee shop barista, and Law of course is a surgeon. I hope you like it!! 💖 Thanks for reading! ~

NSFW ~ Trafalgar Law x F! Reader ~ Possessive & Rough Sex 🔥

TW: Explicit sex, violence, nosebleeding.

WC: 2064

A slow morning serving lattes and cold brews finds you bored, gazing several times at your phone screen, maybe your friends or your boyfriend Law sends something to pull you out from the boredom.

All the doctors, nurses and hospital workers are occupied with their duties, including Law. “He must be operating someone”, you think and simply grab a book, because these are the hours when no one enters your coffee shop.

The time flies by when you lose yourself in the written adventures of some books, so the workers begin to arrive at your shop hungry for lunch. You receive them happily, and despite you being a little shy, you always show a smile to your customers.

Mrs. Walker asks you for a special type of salad, but you don’t have it there on display. “I have more on the kitchen, wait a sec, I’ll bring you one from there!”, you tell her and head to the back of the store. When you come back, you see the only customer you wished never enters your store. He is an abuser, a stalker, a harasser. It is indeed Law's colleague. You haven’t told him, because you didn’t want to affect your boyfriend’s career as a surgeon, so you put up with that bastard's constant sexual advances.

You give Mrs. Walker the salad, and she walks away with a smile, because that son of a bitch looks and acts like an angel in front of the others, but when he is alone with you, he won’t stop telling how you should leave Law and instead try a good dick for once.

“Hello darling, have you already left Law?”, he greets you. You smile at him, you think you are not strong enough to confront him, so you just smile, close your hand into a fist and ask him what he is having. “Can I order you?”, he asks you shamelessly, approaching himself closer to you, laying his body against the counter.

You are disgusted, you just wish you had a gun to blow his head off. You smile again, and let a false giggle slip out of your mouth, but your eyes begin to get teary. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I saw you with a bikini on your Instagram post yesterday and I couldn’t resist!!. A vanilla latte would be awesome!”. He says, grinning at you. You nod, and head to the coffee machine and prepare his order.

You hand the plastic cup with the Latte served to the harasser, hoping, praying he would pay and leave as soon as possible. But this time, he goes too far. He has the audacity of snatching your hand when you give the cup to him. He pulls from you making your whole body hit hard against the inner part of the counter. Your face is really close to his, you start to panic, but you can’t make him let go of you. He keeps pulling, approaching his face even more to yours, “don’t act as if you didn't want to be kissed, come on, you little slut”, he says to you.

“She said no, bastard”, you hear Law’s voice and next the disgusting stalker receives a direct punch from Law’s tattooed hands. Yet, he doesn’t give up and stands up, hitting your boyfriend's handsome face. Drops of blood begin to stream down from his nose, and land over his white coat. Law uses his forearm to wipe the blood away and smiles at him. That son of a bitch was hurting, trying to steal what’s his. YOU. And he wouldn’t allow that to happen.

This time Law punches the guy on the stomach, and when he bends due to the pain he was experiencing, your boyfriend uses his knee to finish him. When the stalker finally lies on the ground, spitting some blood because of a pair of broken teeth, Law looks down at him and says “I told you to stay away from her. Get the fuck out of here”.

His colleague stands up and runs out of the store, threatening Law with suing him. “Heh...He’s not going to do any of that”, he says smirking, victorious and still nose bleeding.

You are crying, unable to move, astonished. He looks at you, and says, “Are you ok?”. “Y- yes. It's nothing…” you tell him, still not moving a single muscle. But Law, who had a different expression than he usually has, a more primal one, walks behind the counter and grabs you by your wrist.

“Why weren’t you saying anything to him? Why were you smiling at him? Stop crying”, he says to you, shaking your arm. “How many times I have to tell you you should be fiercer; I won’t be here every single time a bastard wants to fuck you!!”. You know exactly he wasn’t being unfair with you, but this was the way he had to tell you he was deeply worried by you… yet he continues. “I’m starting to believe you wanted him to do that to you, huh? you weren’t telling him nothing”.

“Law! that…. that’s not true”, you tell him. You have stopped crying, and you begin to get angry. “I must show you who you belong to, then”, he says to you with that grumpy voice and pulls you to the back of the store.

“L-Law… stop!! you are bleeding, let me…”, you try to say as he pulls from you, but he interrupts you. “Shut the fuck up!”. He was pissed, but… horny? You try to reach to his nose, maybe to clean him up, because he won’t stop bleeding, but he backs his head up, snorting his own blood. An evil grin draws on his face, and he licks the blood that slowly covers his upper lip.

“Oh…”, you voice, damn how sexy he looks. At first you feel guilty to feel so attracted to him bleeding, hurt, with his disheveled black hair and his white coat stained red. His intense grey eyes are fixed on yours, and shamefully, subtly, almost unnoticeable bit your lower lip…

“You are mine; don’t you know that?”, he tells you and begins to walk towards you. You remain still until his right hand starts squeezing your neck. “L-Law…” you gasp. “What?”, he tells you, pissed, approaching his face to the left side of your face. Your legs tremble, it’s not exactly because you are afraid…

He squeezes harder and harder the sides of your neck, you try to gasp for air and when you begin to feel lightheaded, he orders you to walk to the kitchen counter of the cafeteria. “Babe… the- the store is open. A client could enter…”, you tell him. “I hope so, so they learn who you belong to”, he says. “But…”, you try to complain.

“Shut up”, he tells you, and tangles your hair around his veiny hand, pushing you, in order to bend your body over the cold metal of the counter. He bends over you; you can already feel his hard rock sex against you. Law bites the shell of your ear, and then, without letting your hair go, turns your head to the side so he can invade your mouth with his wet tongue.

A ferrous taste from the blood lingers on your mouth as you make out. He moves his hips with a pounding motion. Your breasts are pressed against the metal table, and the thin fabric of your blouse allows the cold to hit and erect your nipples. “I’m in the mood to fuck you right now, no foreplay”, he says, and slide down your pants and panties with just one hand. You are left completely exposed to him, your ass up, you are ready to be penetrated.

He lowers his zipper down and frees his hard member. Law plays with it over your ass, pinning you to the counter, threatening to fuck you rough there. You beg him “please, no no”. “Haha, I know I know babe, I’m not gonna hurt you”, he says laughing with his lips pressed against your ear.

You are more aroused than you should be, but also really worried some customers might enter, so for a second your mind focuses on hearing if someone is there. But suddenly you are brought back to the kitchen, when Law roughly, violently, and with a grunt, penetrates you. Fast thrusts, fast and deep thrusts, stretch your walls, and the tip of his dick hits exactly that perfect point.

“So wet and tight… babe…”, he gasps as he feels your sex pulse around his dick. You can help but whine and moan his name, as he hits over and over that spot inside you.

You suddenly hear the bell of the door announcing a new customer entering the store. Panicking, you whisper Law “Babe… someone… e-entered…”. Your voice cracking with every thrust. “So what? you want to show them?”, he tells you laughing and fucking you even harder.

“Is anyone here?”, a man asks from the store. “Fuck fuck fuck”, you think trying to cover your mouth not to be heard by the customer. But Law has other intentions… “I got an idea…”, he says and pulls from your hair, still without detaching from you, to make you stand up. “Go tell him, you’ll be right there”, he tells you, with a devil grin. “What?”, you ask him, how are you supposed to tell him, being half naked, and with Law’s dick still inside you. “B-but Law… stop it” you tell him, mortified. “What? Are you ashamed of being fucked at work? Go tell him, don’t show your body…”, he commands and pushes you softly to the door.

Your heart races, your cheeks are red with that sex glow, your hair is a mess, you are sweating. Picking through the kitchen entrance, you greet the customer, “Hey, S-Sir… I’ll be right t-…” Law thrusts you, deep. “Theeeere… in a se-cond”. You barely managed to tell the guy those words, your heart -and your core- is about to explode. You have spoken to a customer while being fucked behind the thin wall that separates the kitchen from the counter…

“Good girl”, says Law enjoying your suffering and turns you around. He lifts you up and sits you over the table where you normally knead bread for the cafeteria. He takes off his white coat covered in blood stains from his nose hemorrhage and takes off his pants. He crawls over you on the table and begin to fuck you so rough, and while he does it with one of his hand, he pinches one of your nipples and twist the hell out of it.

He bites your neck; you carve your nails over his back. You are getting there, and he is too. Flour flying everywhere, your breasts look like cakes ready to be baked. Law has baking powder all over his nose. Pounding you, calling you “MY little slut”. You try to hold your moans, but Law slaps your cheek, and you are now whining, and crying his name. You have forgotten any shame, the customer, the food, the cafeteria.

You are about to come when you hear your name being shouted in horror. “Y/N?!”, your manager is right there standing, witnessing your spectacle… “What the fuck? a customer is waiting for you there… and you are... FUCKING OVER THE FOOD?”.

Law looks at you and hopes off. “Tch, I hate bread, fucking flour”, he says while brushes the rest of the white material off his shirt. You are sitting there, with your whole ass over the table, covered in flour, a white mess, half naked. You are a shy person… yeah… until today. “I’m sorry, boss. I’m leaving my apron and imma head out”, you tell him. “Right”, says your manager, still without becoming aware of what has just happened and walks away excusing himself with the customer.

Law and you quickly get dressed, both look at each other and begin to laugh uncontrollably. Once you are ready to leave, you bite the inside of your cheeks just to avoid laughing in front of your now -ex boss-. And while you are heading out, Law stands next to the manager, puts a hand over his shoulder and tells him, “Just for the record, she IS mine”.

You both leave, and continue what you have started at home… 💖🔥

[one-boring-person]

Hey, if you take requests, can I ask Eric x Reader where he’s obsessed with her? Ps. "Stiff, huh?" Is so intense ... Eric is wow

I do take requests! Thank you for leaving this, it was fun to write! I hope this is alright! And I'm glad you enjoyed the other fic 😊💛💛

I'll Cover You.

Eric Coulter x reader

Warnings: swearing, injury, blood, violence, gun use

Masterlist

A yelp inadvertently escapes me as a sharp bolt of pain goes through my right hand, my punch falling short as I flinch back in surprise. Biting my lip, I shake my hand, glancing around at the other initiates nearby, thankful that no one has noticed my brief moment of weakness. Discreetly, I unfold my fist and examine it, trying to discern exactly what caused the sudden discomfort, looking over the purple bruising dusting my knuckles, as well as the grazes adorning the same areas. I frown, unsure of what happened. Shaking it off, I simply get back into position and go to strike the punchbag again, tensing my core before I do anything.

A stern voice interrupts me, however, as a familiar figure steps up beside me.

"Take your thumb out of your fist, initiate." Eric commands, staring me down with his icy blue eyes.

"S-sorry?" I stutter, unsure of what he means as I look down at my fists.

He rolls his eyes and sighs, forming a fist with his own hand.

"Like this. It's not hard." He shows me, gesturing to my own hands.

Trying not to look at his bulging muscles, I observe his hand and copy it, only now realising what he meant.

"Never punch with your thumb in your fist, or you'll end up breaking it. Wouldn't be a great start, would it?" Are his only words before he stalks off, going to watch over some other initiate, leaving me blinking in his wake.

Keeping my hands as he showed me, I start beating the bag again, ignoring the slight stinging from the grazes as I work on the efficiency of my blows. With each punch, I make sure to hold my composure, stepping back from the bag as if my opponent were retaliating, keeping my eyes trained on it, so much so that I completely zone out the area around me. That is until I hear my name being called.

"(Y/n)! Kai! In the ring, now!" Eric orders us, voice resonating around the training area as it always does, his authority lacing his tone.

Swallowing nervously, I cautiously walk over to the raised platform, terrified at the thought of facing off with this particular initiate. People stare as I climb up, their eyes roaming over my body critically, comparing me with the hugely muscular boy across from me. Kai is massive in every sense of the word: bulging muscular arms, visibly toned torso, thighs like pillars and with a towering height that looms over the tallest of people. Surprisingly, however, his personality is much softer, the guy being relatively friendly with everyone, only really using his strength (gained from hard work in the Amity fields) for good use; he almost always apologizes for hurting someone. As I square up to him, I feel myself becoming more and more nervous by the minute, his fists easily the size of two of mine, but I ignore the rising sense of dread and wait for Eric to start us off.

"Go." The leader simply grunts, watching closely as we start circling each other.

Controlling my breathing, I move my weight onto the balls of my feet and hold my arms over my body, providing some protection from the oncoming onslaught of blows. Judging his step, I make eye contact with Kai briefly before suddenly ducking into his space and jabbing my fist out at his lower abdomen, striking his rock-hard abs with some force. Instantly, I recoil back out of reach, prepared for some form of retaliation in reaction to the blow, somewhat surprised when he shows minimal pain. Distracted by this, I quickly receive a blow to the stomach, having left it unguarded from my previous attack, the breath leaving me as his knuckles make contact. Grunting, I stumble backwards, ducking over my body to protect myself, only to accidentally make myself into an easier target as he grabs hold of my head and smashes my face into his lifted knee. Tears spring to my eyes as my nose audibly crunches, blood starting to pour from it as I begin to lose some focus, the pain raising in my face very disconcerting. 

With my head still in his hands, I feel him lift it again for yet another blow with his knee, my mind racing as I jerk out my arm and jab it into the space between his thighs. A grunt escapes him at this, instinctively releasing me as he goes to protect his intimate regions. Relieved, I slip out of his reach and readjust, taking note of his slightly hunched position. Moving swiftly, I get closer and swing my leg round in a sharp kick to his jaw, throwing his head to the side painfully, the muscular boy spitting out a mouthful of blood as he goes, one of his teeth coming loose from the sudden impact. Triumphant, I go to repeat the action, only to find my leg grabbed by him, his hand closing around my limb tightly. Smirking, he quickly uses this hold on my leg to pull my feet out from under me, easily throwing me over his shoulder and smashing me into the ground, pain blossoming in my chest as it collides. Winded, I lie there, only just managing to twist onto my back as he lifts a foot over my head, ready to kick me into unconsciousness.

"Stop." Eric's cool voice interrupts us both, breaking through the haze.

Both our heads snap round to look at him, my vision spinning as I do so, confused as I stare at our leader through blurry eyes.

"Go to the infirmary and get yourselves fixed up. Now." He commands us, turning away from us and going to stand a little way away.

As soon as his back is turned, Kai crouches down to my level and offers me a hand, grey eyes clouded with concern.

"You alright? I'm sorry, I went too far." He says, helping me upright, slipping his arm around my back and lending me his shoulder to get me walking.

"It's fine, Kai, don't worry. It's what we're supposed to do, after all. I'm sorry about hitting you...there." I apologise, wincing as my chest heaves slightly, my ribs clearly bruised.

"Don't worry about it, it's fine."

As we walk, neither of us notice Eric's eyes following us out of the room.

*

For once, I don't barely climb onto the train as I speeds by, my arms somehow managing to pull me inside with time to spare, a smile working its way onto my face in triumph. Usually, I seem to struggle with having the distance, but tonight I managed it with some ease, meaning I didn't have to embarrass myself under the watchful eyes of Eric, who stares down at me as I straighten again. As always, his face is blank, his arms folded tightly across his chest, his muscles straining under the fabric of his coat. Suppressing the smile on my face, I bite my lip and look away, ignoring the slight twitch of his brow as he looks me over, eyeing me carefully as I go to stand with Kai, who has quickly become a good friend of mine, the huge boy turning out to be very caring and enjoyable to have around. 

"Where do you think we're going?" The brunette asks me as I go to lean on the wall beside him.

Shrugging, I watch as the rest of the initiates join us, the Dauntless-born easily springing onto the moving train whilst the others, like Kai and I, struggle a little. Four is last to hop up, as always.

"I don't know." I inform my friend, looking to the bags at Eric's feet.

"Well, if you wait patiently, you might just find out." Eric suddenly bites out, his gaze fixed on the two of us.

Surprised, we both now, exchanging a glance between us.

"Oops." I mutter to him, falling silent as we watch the leader step forwards into the middle of the initiates.

"We're gonna play some Capture the Flag tonight. Four and I will each lead a team, each of which hides a flag and has to defend it. First team to get the opposing flag wins." He explains briefly, bending to unzip one of the bags at his feet, pulling out a type of gun I've never seen before, "You'll each get one of these. They're loaded with neurostim darts, which will simulate the pain of a gunshot wound without actually injuring you. They hurt like a bitch, so watch yourselves."

As he says this, Eric allows his eyes to fall on Kai and I, narrowing them as he finds my friend.

"Ok, Eric and I will now pick our teams. Eric will go first." Four chips in, gesturing for the leader to start.

"I'll take (Y/n)." He chooses, staring at me as I double take in surprise. Dumbfounded, I nod once, signifying that I heard him.

Four appears surprised momentarily, before he blinks and chooses one of the Dauntless-born.

Five minutes later and we've all been picked for a team, each of us sidling over towards our corresponding team leader as the train starts to come to a slowed pace. Kai was picked for Four's team, so I shoot him one last look before going to stand with the rest of Eric's team, taking one of the proffered guns and comfortably resting it against my hip, keeping the safety on for now. Looking up, I make eye contact with the stern leader, just catching his eye before he quickly glances away, saying something to Four as we prepare to leave the train, having been told to do so.

Without warning, Eric and Four throw themselves from the vehicle, landing somewhere in the darkness as the rest of us follow hastily, unwilling to be left on the train. Slinging the gun over my shoulder, I launch myself into the black night, my feet colliding with the ground seconds later, causing me to roll to absorb the shock, my hands scraping slightly on the uneven gravel. I'm quick to right myself, however, taking the gun off of my shoulder as I take out my torch and light it, easily locating Eric and going to stand with him. The rest of the team joins us and we leave the main area, walking for a few minutes until Eric stops.

"We'll need a tactic. Four is good at this, but I've beaten him most times so we need to make sure we don't lose to him tonight, got it?" The leader briefs us, holding out the luminescent flag to one of the Dauntless-born, "Go hide this in that old ticket booth over there. It's easy enough to defend and it's hard for them to find. The rest of you, find somewhere to hide around it. (Y/n), you're coming with me."

Surprised, I look at him but agree anyway, glad to have some alone time with the leader, watching as he elects one of the more experienced initiates to take charge of the defending team, before he signals for me to follow him. Taking the safety off my gun, I do so, keeping my footfall light and gentle, staying low to the ground to avoid being seen. Eric does the same, his movements calculated and practiced, his muscular frame somehow managing to step stealthily over the uneven ground.

"What did you want me for?" I hiss at him, keeping an eye out for any attackers.

"I need you to climb that tower and locate their flag. And you have the best aim, so I'm gonna need you to snipe out any guards if you can, so that you can then go in and get it." He whispers back, pointing to a nearby tower.

Frowning, I go to respond.

"And what about you?"

"I'll cover you, obviously." He replies matter-of-factly.

"Right."

As we approach the tower, he breaks off and goes to hide behind a nearby dumpster, reinforcing his plan to me as he does so, expecting me to scale the riveted wall of the abandoned structure by hand. Swallowing, I replace the gun over my shoulders and look over the rough surface before me, wondering how the hell I'm ever going to pull this off. Finding a handhold, I start ascending, using the marks to my advantage as I hoist myself higher and higher, ignoring the aching protests of my arms. Grazes litter my fingertips, my muscles trembling with each pull up, the gun knocking gently against my lower back. 

It takes me a few minutes, but soon I'm high enough that I can see the area around us, my eyes roaming the dark area with scrutiny, looking out for the fluorescent flag. I spot it easily, the colourful fabric glowing brightly on top of another nearby tower, just a little way away, a figure guarding it alone, though there are most likely others at the base of the structure. 

A sudden cry of pain snaps my attention down to the ground again, my eyes swiftly finding the silhouette of a body lying on the floor, Eric swiftly moving out to make sure the threat stays down, his fun levelled in preparation. Upon seeing this, I start climbing back down, spotting another three oncoming opponents just a little way away from us, their voices somewhat raised. Taking note of this, I hasten down, managing to hop down in time to face off with the newcomers, who are faced with a swift barrage of darts. Two fall, clutching at their legs in pain, the third taking a little more to neutralize before he too drops to the floor, squirming in agony.

"You find it?" Eric questions me, secretly checking me over for any injury in the darkness, aware that he can't really see much 

"Yeah, it's this way." Turning, the two of us run in the direction of the other tower, thankfully staying clear of any enemies until we reach the low wall surrounding the structure. Circling it, we soon figure out why this particular tower was chosen.

"There's only one way into the tower past this wall, and they'll all be around that area." Eric muses, stopping with his back pressed against the offending architecture, "Any ideas?"

Thinking for a minute, I eye the wall carefully.

"I think so. We didn't get shot at as we approached it, which means they must all be at the other end, or not paying any attention, so one of us could climb over the wall  and get in that way, but they'd be vulnerable when they were climbing the tower." I suggest, tapping my weapon slightly.

"I said I'd cover you. You climb and I'll shoot the bastards, then I'll join you at the top." Eric confirms, gesturing for me to go.

Nodding, I make my way around to another part of the wall, starting to scale it in the darkness as I did before, hoping no one will catch me. Gritting my teeth, I haul myself over the structure and drop into the enclosed area, glad to hear the cries of alarm coming from a different part of the circle as I run over to the base of the tower. Thanking my aptitude for climbing, I start making my way up the building, trying to ignore the possibility of falling to my death as I start to get higher and higher off the ground. It takes me a little while, but I eventually manage to pull my aching limbs up and onto the balcony of the upper floor of the tower, somehow still out of sight of the guard, who is shooting at what I'm assuming is Eric down in the circle. Quietly, I slip into the shadows and ready my gun, shooting the unsuspecting initiate into the back, their sharp cry of surprise and pain resonating loudly around the room as I take up the flag and go to the open window. Leaning out, I scream out to the people below, waving it around triumphantly as a chorus of groans escapes the gathering of defenders, Eric already climbing the steps inside the tower. 

Ecstatic, I shake the flag around more, happy that I may have proved myself as capable for once, my face split into a proud grin. Behind me, Eric suddenly bursts in, coming over to me with a smirk of his own.

"Congratulations, (Y/n)." He says, seemingly considering something.

"Thank you." I murmur, fighting off the blush as he stares at me, his eyes concealing a different emotion to what I was expecting.

Suddenly, he leans in and presses his lips to mine, swallowing my squeak of surprise as he starts to move with me. Cupping my face in his hand, his other at my waist, pulling me closer, Eric continues to kiss me, the sensation stirring up butterflies in my stomach, my body craving his touch as he presses himself flush against me. Briefly pulling apart for air, he manages to say something before he closes the gap again.

"God, I'm obsessed with you."

[tsunderecookies]

omg omg omg can u do horny hcs for dabi and shigaraki 😳😳

Horny Hc - 2

Pairing: Dabi x Reader, Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: choking, being railed into the next dimension, spitting

A/N: Awwwww thank you for being my first requester nony <3 Here ya go, I hope you enjoy it bb! i’m so sorry that it took so fucking long but i just started working and it’s very hectic so I’m always either too unmotivated or too tired to write. But ig what matters is that I got it out lol. Dabi’s is a lot shorter than I’d like it to be but ima add on as time passes i think.

Imma be honest here this man has a bomb ass sex playlist fr fr.

Like jesus christ. 

And I feel like even arranged the songs in a way so that as sex escalates so do the vibes the music gives off.

I don’t know why but i feel like Dabi has a tell tale sign when he wants to fuck. Like he walks into a room and he gives you that little smirk and kinda rests his head on his hand and lightly touching his thumb over his lower lip while looking you directly in your eyes and you just know.

He has dick piercings. Done. You can’t convince me otherwise.

Can also see him as the type to start kissing your neck randomly as you’re telling him about something and just giving little responses like mhm while you’re talking. He loves doing it because he loves seeing how flustered it makes you and he loves the sound of you struggling to speak even though he’s barely touching you.

With a sigh you close your eyes and lean your head back against the sofa as you tell Dabi about your day, hands tangled in his hair while his lips move against your neck. 

“ And work was a fucking drag as always. I just can’t wait for us to get out of here and - “ Within seconds your whole train of thought was lost as you felt dabi kiss against an especially sensitive spot. “ Mhm? “ You can feel the vibration from his chest as he hummed out his response, lips parting before he gently grazed his teeth against it. You let out a shallow breath and desperately try to swallow back the moan threatening to slip out from between your lips. He softly starts sucking while nipping in between as he moves lower towards your chest. His lips part from your skin while his hand slips underneath your shirt inching upwards slowly.

“ And what baby?” The amusement is clear in his voice as he speaks, his eyes slipping down to your lips and back up again as his hand stills right below your chest.

A small groan escapes your throat as your hand slips up his neck to the back of his head and grabbing a fist full of hair. 

“Oh fuck you.“ You push his head forward towards yours and your lips smash together, hungry and needy. You can practically feel the smirk on his face as he softly pushes you back so you can lay down before shifting so he was in between your legs, your complaints about work already long forgotten.

Dabi is also very open minded when it comes to sex. Like if you were to ask him if you could do some things to him through the backdoor he’d definitely try it at least once before deciding whether he properly likes it or not. You might have to buy him a few drinks beforehand though lmao.

I also feel like he is quite experienced in bed. I can definitely say with confidence that he most likely has had his fair share of one night stands in the past and he isn’t afraid to putt what he learned to good use.

Definitely both a masochist and a sadist.

Like he loves inflicting pain on you by like biting down on your lip to the point where it starts bleeding or maybe even knifeplay. But he also really loves the feeling of your nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood. To him it hurts so fucking good.

“ Oh my god yes Dabi. Fuck. “ You shamelessly moan out, clenched hands fisting the sheets as your boyfriend pounds into you. An especially hard thrust has your hands flying upwards towards his back, fingernails digging into his skin and dragging downwards with no restraint.

A sharp hiss leave his lips only to be followed by a low growl before his hips start pounding into you at an even harder and faster pace.

“ That’s right, you better fucking hold on princess.“

I feel like he’s the teasing type during aftercare. Like he’ll comment on how loud you were being with a giant smirk on his face or he’d imitate your moans now and then.

Omg also I can definitely see Dabi knowing exactly what each type of noise from you means. How your ,moans sound when you’re close or when you want it harder etc.

I mean when he pounds his baby so hard they can’t speak he needs other forms of communication lol.

I'm gonna be honest here, I don't think that he's really experienced in the bedroom department.

Of course he's no stranger to the world of sex but most of the things he knows he definitely picked up either from overheard conversations at the bar or from the internet.

He never really minded not being sexually active, hell he barely even jerked off and probably wouldn't have if it weren't necessary. I feel like he most probably saw it as a chore.

But now that you're around his sex drive has doubled tenfold. Like in the beginning you had to beg to get him to do anything but now barely a day goes by where he doesn't indulge in your body.

That being said, don't underestimate his abilities in bed because this man is a fast learner.

He explores every inch of your body like unknown land, claiming you for himself.

He develops this need to make you cum every single time you're intimate. It's like a mission to him, and we all know how much he hates when things don't work out his way.

Speaking of things going his way, Tomura loves dominating you in bed. He loves being in charge and controlling where the night goes.

This being said, he loves taking you in missionary. He loves the way it gives him full access to your chest and neck and how he gets to stare into your pretty little eyes while he uses you as his cocksleeve.

Now and then when he's too tired he'll switch things up by letting you ride him. He loves gripping onto your hips while he thrusts up into them basically topping from the bottom, your chest on open display for him.

Even though he loves domming you he's too scared to try out any hard kinks in the beginning. The idea of choking you terrified him. What if something went wrong and he accidentally hurts you with his quirk? What if he kills you?

As your relationship progresses though, he becomes more confident with things like this. He finds comfort in the fact that you trust him enough to allow him to touch you like this, even thought you very well know what his quirk could do to your body and this becomes a very intimate thing for you.

Tomura is also possessive as fuck. If he sees a guy staring at you for even a second too long he's ready to throw hands. He will literately not hesitate to murder for you. And he has.

His friends have of course picked up on this and love to annoy him. Especially Dabi. He openly flirts and hits on you in front of Tomura to get a reaction out of him and no does he get one. It's as if he has a death wish.

It always results in him roughly fragile you away from the scarred man straight to your bedroom to remind you and everyone else what you belong to.

A choked cry leaves your throat as your boyfriend roughly bottoms out inside of you. He hardly even gives you time to adjust before starting his back breaking pace.

"A-ahh Tomura. Too much." Your voice comes out as a whine while you claw at your boyfriends back. He lifts his head from where he'd previously been sucking a hickey into your skin to give you a sickly grin.

"Oh yeah? But that scorched son of a bitch flirting with you wasn't?"

Shigaraki is a big fan of quickies. He especially loves them right before he has a big mission or meeting to attend. It gives him the opportunity to fuck out all the nerves and frustration beforehand.

Speaking of frustration. He definitely takes it out on you. When a mission goes wrong or fails? He fucks you. His team doesn't take him seriously? He fucks you.

Captain of head during videogames club.

I'm sorry to say this but I doubt that this man will give you lovey dovey aftercare.

Let's be honest, you take care of him on a daily basis, reminding him to eat and drink water and take a break when needed. And to moisturize. He barely knows how to care for himself, whats to say about you.

After sex you'd have to convince him to take a shower to get cleaned up and even more so to come to bed with you afterwards rather than play videogames or just passing out immediately afterwards.

The most love you can expect from him afterwards is some cuddles if he does agree to come to bed or he'd have you straddling him while gaming so you can still get your sought after attention. He'd press a kiss to your forehead now and then.

It may not be a lot to anyone else but you know that this is his own special way to let you know he cares for you and loves you.

[dontshootmespence]

Lost In Thought

Summary: After Cat gets taken to prison, Spencer wanders toward the local park. Worried about him, you follow him there, only to confess a long held secret.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 716

Warning: Mentions of Alzheimer’s disease.

A/N: This was a request from @currentlyreiding​ for a fic where the reader is a member of the BAU and is in the restaurant during the Entropy episode. After Cat gets taken away, she follows him to the park and they talk. This also fulfills my bull pen square for @cmbingo​. 

As the truck took Cat away to rot forever in a dingy prison cell, you nearly got lost in your anger, but out of the corner of your eye you saw Spencer walking away, head to the ground and undoubtedly lost in thought. Quickly, you checked in with Hotch to make sure everything was in order before following.

Though he was already out of sight, you knew where he was headed. In the years you’d worked together, you’d gotten to know Spencer better than most. Maybe it was your similar life paths, maybe it was what he called your “comforting personality, you know, each word is like a hug,” but whatever it was, he’d once let it slip that his mother, on her good days, would take him to a nearby park. In those moments, he’d been allowed to be kid, instead of an only child with the world on his shoulders. 

Just as you suspected, you rounded the corner to see Spencer sitting on a swing, legs dragging through the gravel and dirt at his feet. In these moments, Spencer collapsed inward, isolating himself from those that loved him most despite knowing they only wanted the best for him. “If I was going to psychoanalyze myself, I’d say I default to being alone so I don’t have to bring anyone else down with me. Wallowing in misery is bad enough. Being the cause of someone else’s is another type of pain entirely.”

No matter why he did it, you weren’t about to let him think he was alone. “Spence?” 

He glanced up and swallowed, unable to bring himself to smile. But he managed to crane his head toward the swing next to him. “I know you usually try to be alone in times like these, but you aren’t alone, you know.”

Spencer leaned his head against the cold metal chain of the swing and closed his eyes. “I know. But it’s not anyone else’s problem. No one else needs to worry.”

Chuckling sadly, you began to swing back and forth. You were the exact same way, and despite your sound advice, you never took it yourself, so you understood exactly where he was coming from. “Spence, we’ll all worry regardless. Because you’re our friend.” Tears welled up in your eyes. Spencer was so much more to you and to see him in pain hurt your heart in a way that was difficult to explain. “I’m really sorry about your mom, Spence.”

When you looked his way, you saw the tears in the corners of his eyes. “You know what she said when I put her in the truck?” He asked, biting down on his lower lip. Your silence invited him to continue. “She said that she won. Because in 20 years, when she gets out, she’ll remember my name. But I won’t remember hers.”

“That bitch.” You should’ve knocked her head against the bar like you’d done to her bomber partner. “Spence, it’s not a guarantee you’ll end up the same way you know?”

Spencer cleared his throat. “I know, but it’s a possibility. And I can’t get tested. I’m too young for a test to detect any chromosomal defects. Just the idea of losing my mind...it’s who I am, for me more than most people.” He looked away from you, but it did little to hide the tears falling down his cheeks. “I don’t want to lose memories of my mother. I don’t want to lose memories of the things I’ve done with the BAU. I don’t want to lose memories of the team...of you.”

“Spence, you won’t. We aren’t just teammates anymore. Me, the rest of the team - we’re a family now and no matter what happens we’ll be there for you.” Pushing the swing toward Spencer’s own, you ran your finger down his hand. “I’ll be there. I promise.”

“Why? Why take on that pain?” 

“Because I love you, Spence.”

He searched your eyes for meaning. Instead of letting him wonder, you leaned in and kissed him. Just as you were about to pull back from the ledge, he grabbed the chain of your swing and held you there, your lips against his, comforting. “I’m scared,” he admitted. 

“I know. But you won’t have to be afraid alone. I promise.”

[cosmicbash]

Fuck it.

I got possessed by a Pelly ghost, or my heavy duty flu medication I'm on and somehow started and finished a Pelly smut prompt in like a half hour, so, to that anon who asked-

Here's some completely unedited, messy ass, probably nonsensical Pelly smut from my medicated ass. I hope you enjoy it 👏

This shit is like 2.5k what the FUCK

Colson and Pete liked to fool around.

Not just in the childish prank war or food fight type of way either. Alot of times their goofy little games quickly changed genres to something more adult. It was hard to avoid, what with the drugs, their chemistry, and the allure of something taboo that came with kissing your best friend.

It never got much farther than handjobs and side by side circle jerks though, and even those felt weird for the first dozen times. Colson didn't really think of himself as bi, or pan, or queer, or whatever the hell they were calling dudes who also jerked off dudes in between banging hot chick's nowadays. Mainly because he didn't jerk off dudes. Just one dude. Pete. He had some stupid exception made in his head for the younger comedian that seemed to cross every and any boundary he tried to set.

So yeah, they fool around. They kiss, they bite eachother, hump, stuff hands down one another's jeans just for laughs, sometimes they even cuddle, but not in an after sex kind of way, just a, move over your couch isn't big enough for me and it's pointless to watch a movie together in the guest room kind of way. It's weird, but not? Colson can't ever seem to put too much thought into whatever he and Pete have going on before he gets distracted or develops a headache.

They're just friends. He thinks.

But. Then again, that doesn't explain how they've ended up here in the comedians bed again. Pete's mouth warm and wet against his own. Kissing him in all the ways he feels like he kisses girls, stealing away his breath and sending a warm tickle down his body all the way to the tips of his toes. It's so different from the usual leading position he finds himself taking in every other hook up that Colson can't help but find himself carried away by it. He would probably be content to lay back and let Pete kiss and fondle him for hours if the brunette didn't always find some stupid joke he had to make and interrupt the mood.

So far tonight they're off to a good start though, maybe a bit too good of one with how his jeans are already down around his ankles and his cock is slick between Pete's tight fist. 

Colson can barely remember what stupid creepy unsolved case files episode they'd been watching on the TV before he jokingly asked Pete to distract him from his paranoid thoughts. Rarely did weed and suspicious murders weigh lightly on Colson's head. He'd spent a whole week after humoring one of Pete's marathons of the show utterly convinced his stylist was out to secretly kill him. People are just so unpredictable its scary.

Like Pete. His mouth might be up pressing against his one second, and down sucking and biting on his tatted nipple the next. It's jarring how random his best friends actions seem sometimes. Like, just when Colson thinks he has Pete's rhythm figured out the comedian senses it and decides to switch things up on him again.

Last week Pete had called Colson weird for curiously flicking his tongue over one of the other man's hard nubs. Outright laughing at his attempt for foreplay and spinning some joke about breastfeeding and asking Colson to call him mommy until the rapper had abandoned the idea altogether. 

Yet here the little hypocrite was, absolutely moaning into his chest while he did the same thing. Free hand stuffed down his own sweats where he's crowded himself between Colson's legs.

It shouldn't be hot, Colson wants to give the same incredulous laugh at his best friends actions and tease him just the same but his throat feels tight and his body electric at the attention. Like Pete knows some secret trick he hasn't yet deciphered that swaps the nerves in your tits and your dick around to drive you wild.

Instead he just moans. Head tipping back and lips parting for a "Fuck- Petey-" before he carts his fingers through soft short brown hair. Maybe it's just the combo of jacking off alongside it, or his pain kink coming back to bite him in the ass. He can't say, but Pete's teeth gnawing softly at his nipple makes his dick squirt just a little more precum with every jerk.

He feels like he might be close. Hips kicking up softly from the mattress when Pete's mouth travels in hungry kisses across his chest to suck at and nibble on the other. 

It's weird. Pushing invisible boundaries yet again but Colson doesn't want him to stop. 

He's hardly participating at all too, one arm thrown above his head to grab at the head board and help arch his back, while the other is still glued to the back of Pete's head like it has been since they first kissed. Usually their flings are two sided, fists racing in their jerks to make the other come first, not self indulgent like tonight where he's hardly touched Pete's dick at all outside of a few over the clothes gropes.

It's got that question nagging at the back of Colson's mind again. Why they're doing this? What he's getting out of opening himself up so vulnerably to his best friend's traveling hands and wandering mouth?

The invasive thoughts are so distracting for a moment that Colson doesn't even realize Pete's traveled souther until he has the electric shock of wet lips sealing around the tip of his dick. Eyes bursting open and heart racing because Pete's kissing him somewhere new. His best friend's fucking taking his dick into his hot warm mouth for the first time.

And holy fuck does he love it.

"F-fuck-" Colson feels like a teenager getting his first blowie again with how his hips instantly jerk up and his fingers tighten around hair. 

Fuck fuck fuck, Pete is swallowing his dick down too fast for him to watch. He knows the comedian has a big mouth but christ, it can't be that deep can it? There's no way Pete has sucked dick before and not told him, they share everything, and until this moment, he thought the disinterest in tasting dick was a big one of those things.

But apparently not, because the comedian is slurping obscenely and sucking all over the tip and length of his dick like a lollipop offered to a man starved. It's so attentive that Colson doesn't even mind the few moments where he cock clumsily slips out of the other's mouth and bumps against a scratchy cheek or blunt teeth. It's amazing.

Colson definitely knows he must be close now. His neck feels stuck in a permanent arch back, face burying itself in the croon of his arm while he moans and curses, and pleas for Pete to not stop.

Less than delicate fingers fondle his balls and spit slips down between his legs but Colson only loves it all more. He wants to fuck his best friends face. Stuff Pete's head down hard and bury his cock down the comedians throat to paint the next couple jokes that come out of his mouth white. He tries to push though and finds a strong resistance, Pete's immediate gag and flinch back easily overpowering his weak shove.

Then the hot mouth is gone. Ripping an embarrassing whimper from the rapper's lips before he can catch it. The quick thrust up of his hips and stretch of his toes to try and kick his way back up into Pete's mouth ignored.

Colson's just about to whine and curse, and bitch at Pete for being such a fucking stupid tease when that evil mouth descends yet again. This time skating down over the long vein stretching the length of his dick to go even lower. Tongue and teeth finding his balls to offer attention there instead. 

Now his curse is more breathy, and his hips arching up higher. Because holy fucking shit Pete is sucking and tugging on his balls like an expert, fist back around the base of his dick to pick up where it left off. 

"God, Pete- Pete-" Colson's own hand has abandoned soft hair to clumsily grab at his own thigh. Fingers slipping and struggling to find purchase on sweat slick skin so that he can help hike his legs up a little higher to get Pete going lower. Every inch of his sack begging for the same attention that's fluttering across it. It takes a few swift kicks to free his one foot from his jeans but when he does it only lets his legs spread open wider. Every part of him arching and opening itself up for Pete to see with no flash of the usual shame he feels from even stripping his pants off all the way around the comedian.

He just needs more. He's so so close and Pete's tasting him like someone starved.

His dick is leaking, precum streaming out in more consistent spurts and oversensitivity just starting to tingle at the tip with every twist of Pete's wrist. Colson knows he's going to come, his neck is twisted and his face pressed hard against the hard wood of the headboard from all of his stretching and kicking to guide Pete lower and it should hurt but he can barely feel any of those aches over the chills he gets when both of Pete's hands suddenly grab him by the thighs and yank him down a little. Uncharacteristically rough in their manhandling until Colson is blinking blearily up at the bland ceiling and trembling because his ass is leaving the bed. Pete's nose bumping against his balls and tongue swiping over his taint.

The noise that bursts from between his parted lips doesn't even sound human at this point. Something between a wheeze and a moan while the room spins and his best friends tongue abruptly drags flat over his asshole to top off the absurdity of the whole night.

Colson's fingers are still cutting sharp into the back of his thigh though, grip only tightening as his body moves on its own to pull his knee closer to his chest. The bump of Pete's fingers near his own tingly in every good way.

There's no backing out now, he's losing his mind in the rush of everything, all thought flying out the window to make room for a mantra of, fuck, please, please, Petey, please- until there's another lap tongue against his hole and a fist curling back around his neglected dick.

He only lasts another few jerks. Pete's mouth sucking and humming around the rim of his asshole while he paints his own chest. Tongue out in a long moan and eyes rolled back into his head until he sees stars. It's so good. Colson can feel he body rocking and twitching with every spurt of cum, and Pete's tongue isn't slowing either. Pressing and licking until it has wiggled its way inside his ass and the moans coming from his mouth wind their way down into whimpers from overstimulation. 

Colson's legs drop fast, snapping down from his grip like his fingers are a broke rubber band to catch on Pete's shoulder. Over the blood rushing in his ears he can hear Pete moaning, fuck, he can feel it against his skin. It's desperate, so much that eventually the comedian isn't even licking or tongueing him anymore, just mumbling and bumping his mouth between the rapper's cheeks in escalating fervor.

Colson's brain is still too busy rebooting for him to properly appreciate how fucking hot it sounds. He can hear the wet slap of Pete's dick too, skin clapping against skin with what he can only guess is lightning jerks of fist.

"Fuuuuck-" Pete's finally the one cursing, his whole body jerking up from where he's been burying his face between Colsons legs to scramble up onto his knees. Sweats shoved down around his thighs, dick all shiny and almost purple while he moans and jerks it off in front of him. The leg Colson had dropped down on Pete's shoulder half rising with him, caught before it can slip by the comedian extra hand to keep it high and his back arched before the man comes. Hot spurts burning Colson's skin everywhere it lands between them. Especially across his own balls and inner thighs, Pete not stopping until he's half stumbling forward to crush the blonde and cum is peppering thick drops against Colson's twitching hole too. His groan long and deep while he watches.

The visual alone is enough to make the rapper's spent dick twitch. Heart beat quickening and face burning hotter in embarrassment over how blissed out his best friends expression has become once their eyes finally meet.

Pete's going to kiss him. He can see it clear as day in those honey brown eyes and that wet pout of lips. 

He just narrowly avoids it with a fast slap of hand across the comedians mouth after Pete drops forward. His own knuckles bumping hard against his teeth with how close of call it is, and Pete's nose poking softly at his cheek.

"Fuck dude-" Colson still feels shaky as he speaks. Head twisting sideways away from Pete's repeated bump and weak smooch against his palm before he continues. "No way, fuck, man, your tongue was just in my ass-" Even saying the word out loud burns Colson's ears and makes his thighs tremble a little.  "Gross, gross, gross dude!"

"Mm, sowwy-" Pete's mouth is still pressing with its kisses, his words half mumbled and slurred by the flat press of Colson's hand that refuses to move.

"Fuck." The heat of the moment finally fading Colson can't help but find himself cursing again and again. "Fucking fuck-" a hysterical laugh is bubbling up his throat and with it a couple dozen more that burst free with a shake of his shoulders and a light shove at Pete's face so he can rub his hand over his face instead. "You fucking licked my ass-"

"I know-" Pete sounds downright apologetic where he buries his face against one sweaty tatted shoulder but Colson can only shake harder. More and more laughter coming until he's almost in tears repeating it yet again.

"You ate my fucking ass Pete!" It's so funny he almost can't breathe. Boundaries and embarrassment aside the reality of the situation finally settling in just has Colson cackling in disbelief. "Oh my god dude-"

"I- I got caught up in the moment-" Pete's face is redder than he's ever seen it when Colson peeks out from behind his hand, and if he could laugh harder he would. But he can't so instead he smiles. He smiles as wide and as big as he can until his cheeks hurt up at his ashamed best friend.

"And you called me a weirdo for licking your nipple dude?"

He is never letting Pete live this down.