#if anyone stops me from enjoying this they can go suck their own dick and crack their neck trying. ha.

[evelynpr]

FINISHED WATCHING MHA MOVIE 2: HEROES RISING!!! SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED IT

OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS WAS SO GOOD YO HOLY FUCK I LOVE IT AAAAAAAAAAAAA

This was truly My Bakudeku Academia. Watching that final battle felt like a religious experience- as if I was watching the birth of Christ. Holy fuck if that really was the original ending, with Deku passing OFA to Kacchan, and the whole "Oh it actually stayed with Deku and Bkg got amnesia" didn't happen, this would have been a dramatically different story moving forward.

Horikoshi really loves Bakugou- like absolutely no question. The story following this kind of ending would be about him continuing OFA's legacy with the guilt of a thousand suns on his shoulders for "taking away" Izuku's dream. Izuku would have continued the hero course as an actual quirkless student. I would love to see aus of this being canon and continuing their story from there.

I'm guessing Nine here was supposed to be AFO, and he would basically be gone too. Katsuma is perfectly set up to be the next protagonist (I can already imagine him using Cell Regeneration as Super Regeneration- he could become invincible while also healing others. Incredibly amazing quirk).

NUMBER ONE COMPLAINT I HAD WAS ADDRESSED. THE REST OF THE CLASS ACTUALLY DO FEEL STRONG AND USEFUL AND EVERYTHING AS SHIT I LOVE IT AAAAAAAA

YES MY GIRL OCHAKO FINALLY HAS HER BIG MOMENT FLOATING SO MUCH DEBRIS!!! I'M SO HAPPY- EVEN JIRO, AOYAMA, SHOJI, TOKOYAMI AND MORE HAD LEGIT GOOD SCENES AND FIGHTS I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY YEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH THEY ARE SOOO COOLLLLL THEY GENUINELY GAVE IT THEIR ALL FUCK YEAHHHHH

(note. THAT WOLF GUY CALLED SHOJI UGLY- A FELLOW HETEROMORPH, CUS HE WAS PROJECTING HIS "MONSTER" ISSUES ON HIM HOW FUCKING DARE YOUUUUU)

THEY ALSO MAKE IT ACTUALLY MAKE MORE SENSE HOW THE WHOLE CLASS IS SEPARATED ON AN ISLAND TOGETHER AS A WHOLE CLASS THIS TIME TOO (and not just half like last movie). They even managed to tie it in to AFO, the LoV, and Hero Society. Like it actually feels more grounded and reasonable why the class would be here alone with supervision.

They even add hints of Touya Todoroki with him having a short battle with Endeavor, Hawks spying in the LoV, the HSPC head cameo, and other little things too. Man I loved this fucking movie I would watch it 10 more times right now.

[navybrat817]

Open Up

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You help Bucky feel better when he's in a mood.

Word Count: Over 1.8k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral (m. receiving), possessive behavior, dirty talk, slight jealousy, threat of violence (not against reader), slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: A Sinday treat inspired by this gif! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You found Bucky in one of the interrogation rooms. He had his leather jacket on, but didn't appear to be in a hurry to leave. Taking in his rigid posture from where he sat in his chair, you guessed it wasn't a good day. You wondered what happened or what exactly was bothering him. Considering he didn't look toward you, and he had to know it was you who walked through the door, you sensed that he wasn't in the mood to talk.

It didn't mean you couldn't try and make him feel better.

“Hey, Sarge,” you said, shutting the door behind you before you walked across the room. “Bad day?” You asked, stopping a few inches in front of him.

A pair of steel blue eyes snapped toward you and you couldn't suppress the shiver that rolled down your spine. It wasn't fair that he appeared so commanding when he was the one sitting in a chair and you were on your feet. “You could say that.”

“Anything I can do to help?” You asked with an almost innocent look in your eyes as he spread his massive thighs.

“Yeah,” he replied, gesturing to his crotch with his metal hand. “You can get on your knees and suck my cock.”

Your throat went dry as you looked in his lap, watching with growing interest as his thick fingers swiftly unbuckled his belt and pants. What if someone walked in? It was no secret that you and Bucky were together, but it didn't mean anyone should have to witness any of your endeavors. Then again, wasn't the thrill of getting caught part of the fun?

“Are you sure that's what you want? You could fuck my pussy,” you offered, your panties embarrassingly damp considering he hadn't touched you. If he asked you to, you’d ride him in that chair until his eyes rolled back.

The low chuckle he let out made your throat go dry. His laughter didn't fool you. He wasn't in the mood to play or tease. “If you want my cock in your cunt so badly, you better earn it by taking me in your fucking throat first,” he growled.

Your knees just about gave out, which gave you the perfect excuse to sink to the cool floor. “Will that make you feel better?” You asked as you crawled to him and slid your hands up his legs. Your cheeks flamed under his dark gaze. It was a thing of wonder to have his full attention. “Your big cock fucking my throat? Making me swallow every drop?”

“It’s a start,” he whispered, cupping your jaw with a tender touch. His thumb reached over to trace your lips, but pulled away before you could suck the digit into your waiting mouth. “Need that pretty pussy filled, too.”

You clenched, wishing he’d shove you on the back, push your legs apart, and drive his cock in so deep you'd scream. But you wouldn't get what you wanted if you didn't take care of him first. And having his dick in your mouth was something you craved, so you would enjoy it.

“Tell me you need it,” he ordered, his tongue wetting his bottom lip before his teeth dragged along it.

“I need it. Need you to fuck my throat,” you begged, unzipping his jeans and peeling them down with his underwear as far as you could. His thick cock bobbed free and you couldn't help licking your lips at the sight. You gripped the base and preened when he hardened more under your touch. “It’s so big. You can choke me with it if you want to.”

He groaned, heat curling in your gut when he rocked his hips up. “Look at you. So eager for it. Bet you'd rub your pussy against my boot if I told you to just to get a taste,” he rasped, making you whine. You’d love to leave a shine on his leather. “Everyone thinks you're a good agent and a good girl, but you’re my little cockslut.”

You pouted as you looked up at him. His blue eyes had gone black, the light shining over his head giving him the appearance of a dark angel. Beautiful, tortured, and heavenly. “I’m all of those things,” you said, licking from just above where your fingers held him to the tip. “I’m a good agent and a good girl. Your good girl.”

Because if there was anyone you wanted to be good for, it was Bucky Barnes.

“Fuck,” he grunted when your enclosed your lips around the head. The taste of him bloomed on your tongue, but it was just the beginning. He’d spill down your throat by the time you were done so the very essence of him lingered. “You are, doll. You’re so good and all mine,” he said, growling the last word.

You pulled off with a sweet smile, his praise bringing out your need to please him more. “And I’m very much your cockslut. So fuck my throat, Sarge,” you said, wasting no time swallowing him down.

“Your fucking mouth,” he groaned, bringing a hand to the back of your neck.

You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked in a breath through your nose as you relaxed your throat. As tempted as you were to reach between your legs and give yourself some relief, you rested your free hand on his thigh. The muscle twitched beneath it and he would feel it if you gave him the signal to stop. You never once had to.

You took him every single time.

He touched your jaw again, making sure your mouth stayed wide open around him. He forced you to take him in deeper, his hips thrusting up as you gagged. “That’s it. Suck it just like that,” he urged, making you moan around the thick length of him. “My good girl. Everything I need right here.”

Tears blurred your vision, but they quickly spilled over. He looked back at you with half-lidded eyes, your heart pounding at the sight. You knew you looked pretty stretched around him. And you knew he wanted to keep you.

“So beautiful on your knees,” he praised, his hands moving to grip each side of your head to control the pace. You whimpered when your hand fell away and nose brushed the curls at the base of his cock. His metal thumb wiped away a tear as he made you bob your head. “Take it, doll. I know it’s a lot, but you can take it. I know you can.”

Those weren't just words to stroke his ego or your own. It was a lot to take. Drool seeped from the corners of your mouth, adding to the mess from your tear tracks and running makeup. You were certain you looked ruined, which only made you more stunning in his eyes. Because he was the cause and effect. He broke you so beautifully and put every piece back in place while leaving a bit of himself behind as a reminder of who you belonged to.

“You're my girl,” he said in a deep voice, quickening his pace as your throat contracted around him. “Mine.”

“Yours.” The muffled reply made him growl. You reached up to cup his balls, still allowing him to keep the pace. He said he wanted to fuck your throat and you wouldn't stop him, but you wanted to make him feel good.

“My dirty girl on her knees. Bet the camera’s recording us right now,” he went on, your mouth pliant as he continued to thrust. You almost forgot about the surveillance. “Should swipe the footage. Make you sit on my cock while you watch how well you take it.”

You moaned, sending more vibrations through his cock as he groaned and panted. His rhythm almost faltered when you gently squeezed, feeling him twitch in your mouth and under your hand before you let go. He was so close, chasing his release. It was getting harder to breathe, your eyes stinging with tears again, but he was almost there.

You had to get him off.

The slight drag of your teeth did the trick. “Take it. Don't waste a fucking drop,” he grunted, his face twisting and keeping your head down as his release flooded your mouth. Glancing up at him as you did your best to swallow it all, he looked like such a pretty mess, too. Parted lips, warm cheeks, pupils blown with lust. He was just as ruined as you.

No one else had that kind of power over him.

You gasped and greedily inhaled when he pulled you off of him and slumped in the chair, catching his breath, too. He groaned when your tongue went out to catch another drop that dropped from the head of his cock. Your soaked panties from having him in your mouth didn't matter. He’d get you off soon enough.

As long as he was okay from whatever bothered him earlier, that was all you cared about.

“Fuck,” he sighed, pushing the chair back and joining you on your knees. He slotted his lips against yours as he pulled you close, leaving you breathless once again as his tongue explored your mouth. You carded your fingers through his short hair as he took what he needed, his stubble leaving a slight burn on your skin.

Another subtle reminder that you were his girl.

“Better, Sarge?” You asked once he finished, your voice raw. If he wanted to talk, you’d listen.

“Much better,” he promised, his next kiss sweet and tender. The earlier tension he held in his body had disappeared, which gave you some relief. “Thank you.”

“Good,” you smiled against his lips.

He closed his eyes, his nose touching yours. “I'm not a killer anymore.”

You raised an eyebrow. Those weren't the words you were expecting to hear. “I know,” you said.

“But I had to stay here,” he said, kissing over to your ear. “Because if I bumped into the agent who touched you earlier, I would've shattered every bone in his hand.”

“Bucky,” you breathed, your heart pounding when he pulled back to stare at you. Lust lit up his eyes again, but there was an underlying rage building as his nostrils flared. Was that why he was in a mood? Because an agent had touched your arm before you said you had a boyfriend? It was so meaningless in your eyes that you had forgotten about it.

But, fuck, if this slightly possessive side wasn't hot.

“You told him you were mine because you’re my good girl. Still pissed me off that he checked you out when you walked away. Still wanted to break his hand,” he snarled, laying you on your back. “And I know your voice is a little hoarse, but I need to make you scream my name. I want everyone nearby to know you’re my girl,” he said, his eyes on you as he pointed to the camera in the far left corner. “And anyone watching.”

So, that happened. Lovelies, you may go about your business. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[riki-riks-chick]

hii!!! can i please request how each member would punish reader after wearing a short skirt? (spanking, face sitting, edging, ykwim!!)

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Heeseung:

He would pissed when he came to pick you up and you were wearing the shortest skirt you owned. He didn't say anything because he knew he couldn't make you change, but he'd be sure to "scold" you later on. He's watching how you react to male attention for the remainder of your time in public together and the more you feed into it, the more his blood boils. "You wanna act like a little fucking whore? Hm? I'll treat you how a whore should be treated."

He'd have you bent over his lap, ass up and your skirt lifted as he strikes your reddened skin after every degrading sentence, soothing his hand over your ass cheek afterwards just to smack it again. You're soaking through your panties, moaning and whimpering into your hand as he continues to talk down to you. He'd make you count as he spanks you, starting over every time you fuck up the numbers, and only stopping once you're crying and begging him to stop, coming completely untouched just from him hitting you.

Jay:

Jay had planned to meet you at a party, unable to have picked you up himself, but fuck did he regret it. You were in the shortest skirt you owned, hanging around all of his friends as they stared shamelessly at you. He was apoplectic. He immediately grabbed you by your wrists dragging you to the bathroom as he locked the door before forcing you onto your knees. "You wanna act like a fucking slut, showing your ass off to those dickheads?.. Huh? Is that what you want?"

He'd force his dick into your mouth, fucking your throat as a means of punishment. You're gagging and moaning around him, tears stinging in your eyes as he fucks into your mouth relentlessly. His hands find purchase against your scalp, tugging hard on your hair as he cums, making you swallow because "good sluts always swallow." After using you he'd leave you wet and horny for the remainder of the party, waiting until you get home to fucking ruin you.

Jake:

Jake loves when you wear short skirts, but not in front of his friends. His best friend had been staying with you guys for the week and day by day, your outfits got more and more revealing. Jake had reached his final straw when he came home to find you laying on the couch, ass up in your shortest skirt. The fact that his friend could've seen you like this at any given moment had him fuming. He immediately dragged you to your bed room, tossing you onto the bed. "Are you trying to piss me the fuck off? My friend stays with us and now you're acting like your cunt is free?.. You're mine and you need to get that through your head."

You'd feign ignorance at his words, only angering him further. Rather than arguing he decides to fuck some sense into you, slowing his hips whenever you grow near climax. He's enjoying watching you fall apart with the need to cum, and you're whining and moaning, begging him to do so. He spends over an hour edging you until you're crying out an apology and begging him to let you cum.

Sunghoon:

Sunghoon would let you wear your shortest skirt, knowing that you were going to be at a party with a bunch of other preying men. He knows how horny you get when you're drunk, so he waits, letting you whore yourself around, giggling with any guy who shows you attention. Once he's worked himself up enough, he drags you back to his car, driving you home.

"Did you have your fun? Acting like a goddamn slut?.. I'm surprised you didn't let anyone else fuck that pretty pussy of yours. It wouldn't have taken much effort with skimpy ass skirt you're wearing." He doesn't even let you talk once you're inside, he makes you sit on his face, his hands gripping your thighs as he sucks and licks at your clit. He's tugging you closer the more you squirm, wanting to pleasure you until it's unbearable. He continues lapping at your perforation no matter how many times you cum. He doesn't stop until you're crying and begging him to, and he still fucks you dumb afterwards.

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[j-jinxee]

[ ⟡​ ] — NIRAGI NSFW HEADCANONS,,

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Niragi x Reader

✦ [warnings – weapon play, oral, handcuffs, pet names, spit, licking, uhh just v nsfw]

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₊˚♱ Ok so let's start with the fact he's always armed, carrying that rifle like it's a basic necessity. He uses those firearms in many ways, from simple intimidation, to having you suck on the barrel while his finger hovers over the trigger. He pushes it deeper down your throat as you here the safety click off, he never actually has the safety on normally, it was just to make you all the more scared. It puts him on a power trip, knowing he could absolutely waste you at any moment, even if he never actually will.

"You could kill me right now if you really wanted to"

"I know, and maybe one day I will. But right now I need those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, come on baby."

₊˚♱ Speaking of oral, he's obsessed with making you gag on him. Leaning his head back against the headboard, your nose poking his stomach as he forces your head further down. He'll let you go your own pace for the first few minutes, riling him up with how painfully slow your going — kitten licking his tip, giving lots of attention to those pretty veins decorating his shaft. That's how it goes until he needs to feel dominant again, his hands going to grip your hair, beginning to thrust upwards as he kept your head still. Tears starting to cloud your vision as your throat started to bruise.

"Fuckkk, whore can't even take dick properly? It's ok, gagging you like this is so fucken hot."

₊˚♱ Is definitely one for humiliation, but not in the common ways. He's not gonna make you suck him off in public, he's the only one allowed to see you like that. Niragi is the type to handcuff you to him, letting everyone at the beach know you're his, and anyone who tries to get with you will soon be staring down the barrel of a loaded rifle. He'd somehow get access to handcuffs, clasp them to one of your wrists, then the other end to his belt. Walking around, flaunting you like a trophy.

"You're mine baby, and I'm gonna show you off whether you like it or not."

₊˚♱ Pain kink 1000%, and shockingly, actually prefers receiving it rather than inflicting it. He'd have a nice silver pocket knife and ask you to use it on him after you suck him off. It's a nice interval between the oral and then actual sex, just a little something more to get him really fucked up. You'd be sitting on his lap as he comes down from his high, opening the knife and gliding it across his collarbones, it gets him hard immediately. You leave a few little cuts near his biceps and chest, until he says there's enough.

₊˚♱ Spit kink, no questions asked. Remember the way he spat on Hatter's dead body? Yeah. This ties in with his oral fixation, the way he's constantly sticking his tongue out, the way he adores licking every inch of your body, the way he loves when your teeth clink against his tongue piercing. He'll hold your face up by your chin while you're on your knees, standing over you as he spits in your mouth.

"Don't swallow it so soon baby, taste it, taste me."

₊˚♱ You can't convince me he wouldn't love being called daddy. He actually wouldn't realise at first, unaware of how much he loves it, until one night you unintentionally moaned it out as he was drilling you from behind. His movements stopped, making your heart sink. He leaned down towards your ear.

"What was that baby?"

"Nothing- sorry"

"Say it again."

Since then, he can't get enough of it. Constantly demanding you to moan it out as loud as you can, letting everyone know how good he fucks you.

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I could honestly go on for so long abt this man and I'm not proud of it cuz yk 💀💀 but it's not my fault he happened to be SO ATTRACTIVE LIKE WHY'D HE HAVE TO BE SUCH A PRICK WHEN HES THAT HOT 😔 anywayzzz hope u enjoyed hehe :33

Ok cya, luv ya x

[prettynice8]

Happy Birthday Bitch

Min Yoongi or Suga or Agust D x male reader, haters to lovers

The birthday boy

Stuff: Swearing, bottom reader, top Suga, sub reader, dom Suga, homophobic Suga but it's ok it's internalized, kissing but like aggressive, hate fucking, doggystyle, male reader, dick sucking (Suga receiving), creampie, kinda gay ngl, non-idol au, college au.

Word Count: 1,509

Summary: You and Min really hate each other. Anyway, he is having a birthday party and your friend invited you. Then the birthday boy demands his present from you or something.

Notes: sorry I haven't posted anything in a while, I just didn't really want to. Also fun fact, Suga used to be my least favorite member, I just thought that he was kind of boring compared to the other ones, but then I saw him rap in the Butter music video and had an epiphany of biblical proportion. Oh and Happy Birthday Suga.

It is moments like these that make you really hate your friends. Not only are they attending HIS party, but those butt sluts also invited you to come along. Those bitches were fully aware of your utter disdain for that fucking shit eating brainless fucking fucker, and yet they asked if you wanted to go. You said yes nonetheless but that is not the point.

You could never say no to a fun party, and the prospect of getting railed tonight was admittedly very pleasant sounding. You were aware that even though you hated the guy, he was very popular for some reason that you could never grasp.

He was just another dude who had nearly no personality or substance. A dumb look on his face that makes all the stupid bitches fawn over for some reason. Like he is not even that hot, sure he has an ab or two but that is it.

These thoughts kept swimming through your mind as you opened the door to the party that you could hear from miles away. As you walked in the smell of alcohol and the sight of random flashing lights was almost enough for you to pass out, the parties should be, which is almost even more angering that it came from HIM.

You were a little late because you only decided a few minutes ago that you were actually going. You made your way to the previously mentioned asshole friends that were invited to this place, but you were stopped by the man of the hour himself, Min Yoongi.

"I thought I had a no fags allowed rule." Yoongi stated, laughing at his own lazy "joke" if you can even call it that. The sudden appearance makes you jump, causing him to laugh more.

"Ew why are you talking to me!" You remarked disgustingly. "Don't you have other people to bother?"

"None as fun as you." He said, the shit eating smirk already on his face.

"Get a life." You snap at him, growing angrier every second you are in his presence. Almost walking away until he walks right in front of you, stopping your escape.

"Why are you even here?" He asked, arms crossed over his chest.

"You invited the whole school you stupid bitch." You responded aggressively, wanting this fucker gone.

"Fucking cock sucker." He exclaimed, laughing once again.

"Was that supposed to be an insult because you're just stating the obvious." You responded matter-of-factly, causing his laugh to stop and his face to solidify. "Or are you trying to start something?" You then winked at him, enjoying the uncomfortable silence he is giving you.

"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" He questioned back, his frustration growing as he stared daggers at you.

"Are you ever enjoyable to be around?" You asked, already knowing the answer being no. You try to walk away again but he grabs my arm and whispers in your ear.

"Why don't I make you." He started calmly. His voice actually sounded hot? Whatever it was, it did something to you. Confusion stirs inside of you as your mind races, though the inner turmoil is cut short when you feel something poking into your ass, already aware of what it is.

You let out a quick gasp, Min Yoongi, the man who hates you the most out of anyone you have ever known, is it hard for you? and you are getting turned by it? This must be a dream. Pinch me now.

"I'm going to do way worse." Yoongi stated. Wait, did he hear you, did you let that slip. What the fuck is happening. These thoughts spread through your mind, all of the noises and people all around you die down, Yoongi being the only thing on your mind.

"Let's go somewhere more... private." He ordered before taking your arm and leading you to his room

He brings you to his room, locks the door, and slams you into it, desperately kissing you.

His lips feel surprisingly good with your own, soft yet solid enough to leave quite the impact. You kiss him back just as desperately, your hands already going to take his shirt off, which he helps you with. Once it is off his lips crash right back on to yours where they belong.

He starts to become even more needy, diving his tongue into your mouth and exploring every part he can. His hands take your ass in vice grip as yours explore his broad and muscly torso, following each tone of his body.

"I still hate you." He said between tongue entanglements.

"Ditto." You said before diving right back in, but his hand stops you.

You let out muffled wails of confusion and frustration until he finally justifies himself. "I think your mouth can be used for more important things." was the last he said before bringing you to your knees.

Being an experienced little diva, you know exactly what to do. You strip his pants and boxers off in a single swipe. His throbbing member was already begging for your attention, you hated the guy but had to admit that he was packing some serious artillery.

Your hands begin to work on his shaft, pumping it slowly up and down while giving the tip light kisses, but that wasn't enough for him. So he shoves your head straight down onto his massive cock.

You take him so easily, his cock already all the way in. You begin moving your head up and down his length, the tip hitting your throat every time.

"God you're fucking good! I guess you had to be at something." He groaned, you respond by nipping him a little bit, which he responds with by fully fucking your throat.

He grabs your hair tightly and goes to mother fucking town. Thrusting his hips into your mouth, almost making you cum just from this, the thought of this monster going in your ass scares you so much it is sexual.

He finally starts emptying his balls into your throat, taking you off his dick. He doesn't even have to ask you to swallow before you have already done so.

"Fucking whore." He said as he picked you up and threw you onto the bed. Wasting no time with taking off your clothes, literally ripping your shirt in half.

"Hey!" You yell.

"You won't be going anywhere for a while, so shut the fuck up and get on your hands and knees." He demanded unapologetically.

You do exactly as he says, wanting to get fucked by his massive cock so badly it almost hurts.

He wastes no time with foreplay, only giving you one quick kiss which was surprisingly sweet, a spank, and he was off. He plunged is dick into you, bottoming out in one quick thrust.

Tears spilled from your eyes, but you can think about that right now when he is already going full force, fucking your ass like a semi-truck, that actually would be gentler.

He has a death grip on your hips that will absolutely bruise, he also keeps spanking your ass repeatedly leaving it bright red, his teeth also leaving love bites all over your neck, but you cannot thing about any of that when he is pounding into so hard, leaving all other sensations feel like child's play.

You would say that Yoongi is only chasing his own pleasure but then he starts pumping your painfully hard dick. He also occasionally plays with your sensitive nipples, how kind.

The sounds of Yoongi's groans and skin hitting skin is nothing compared to the sound of your moans filling the room and probably the house itself, oh yeah there was a party going on.

The thing on your mind is Yoongi's hand pulling your hair, the other gripping your ass, his lips leaving light kisses and love bits on your neck, his crashing into you, and his ass deeply hitting your ass.

"God fucking dammit, you take me so well pretty boy." He complimented, waited, complemented. Did Min Yoongi himself just give you a compliment, and call you a pretty boy? What the fuck is happening.

"I'm close, I'm going to cum right into you." He stated.

He pulls you back, so your back is touching his chest and pulls you into a deep kiss. Unlike the ones earlier where it was all sexual, this felt almost loving, like the one he gave you before permanently ruining your insides.

That was all you needed before shooting ropes of cum onto the mattress. He follows suit right into you, filling your insides with hot cum.

You crash onto the mattress, completely fucked out of your mind. Yoongi gets off the bed and leaves, good riddance you think.

Until he comes back with a rag to clean you up. He tosses it and gets right into his bed with you. Yoongi pulls you up and lays your head on his chest, giving you one quick kiss on the forehead.

"Best. Present. Ever." He said.

"Happy birthday bitch."

THE END

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUGA 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 🎂 🥳

[loveemii]

𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 - 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐱 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭. 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

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“So.” That same deep husked voice spoke, “Tell me, Y/n. What the hell was it that you were doing with Neuvillette?” Wriothesley spun his handcuffs around then locked them back in place as I was about to speak. “Fucking him?” He spoke again.

I look up from his desk chair, “It’s not like you and I are dating. Why does it matter who I’m having sex with?” I question, his eyes darkened. “It matters because I’m fucking you. And if you think anyone else could fuck you better,” Wrio’s voice became a tease, “then you are so far from understanding it.” He dragged out ‘so’.

He took both my hands in his right hand as he grabbed the handcuffs and cuffed my wrists together. “And now; you’re gonna remember who was fucking you first.” Wriothesley swiftly pulled off my skirt and revealed by breasts by pulling my top down halfway. My heels on the other hand stayed on.

He lifted me off his chair with one arm as he began to unbuckle his pants with his other hand. Wrio pulled them down halfway then sat on his chair pulling me on top of him. I can feel his hard dick at my entrance. He rubbed his tip against my folds making me even more wet than I already was.

I tussled and squealed as his penis rubbed against my clit now; “Oh fuck~” I moaned out as low as I can, “Already enjoying this huh?” Suddenly he stopped and got up, “Against the wall! Now!” He shouted as if I were a criminal he was catching. “Listen to me.” Wrio spoke in a very low tone in my ear. “If you make a sound I’ll stop; and you don’t want that, do you?” He spoke to me roughly.

I just nodded my head as I tightly closed my lips while he slid his dick inside my pussy. Without mercy he was already going a good steady pace; slapping my ass from time to time. “Fuck~” He moaned, “Fuck~” He moaned in a lower tone, “Did Neuvillette ever fuck you this good? Huh?” He was cut off my his own moaning, “Oh-fuck~!”

Wriothesley stopped and pulled out, “Here.” He moved us back to his desk, he made me lean on my side and lifted my right leg over his left shoulder; he slapped my pussy with his penis a few times before rubbed my clit with the tip. I tried so hard not to moan. “Let me hear you now, fucking moan for me~”

I did as he told me, moaning as he rubbed my clit over and over with his tip, he began to push in again then out a few times before smacking my ass repeatedly. “Mmm~” I moaned along with him as he grabbed one of my breasts in his hand pulling at my nipple. It’s hurts; but feels so damn good~

Wriothesley began to fuck my tight pussy; thrusting in faster than he did earlier, “F-fuck~ Yeah right there-right there-oh~! Fuck~” Wrio moaned louder n louder as he fucked me even faster then slowing down again; he put his tip in a few times and took it out for a little then we switched positions again.

I was now face down to the side bent over his desk, papers flew off and a few pens. My arms stretched over my head were aching but it felt so, so good. Wrio opened my legs wider and licked my ass a few time before teasing my clit with his tongue; he then began to slowly fuck my tight pussy going faster by the minute. Before I knew it I was cumming all over his dick which was still fucking me so good~

“A-ah-fuck~!”

I moaned out as I winced while I came. I could feel Wrio pull out then his tongue slobbishly licking and sucking over my folds as he swallowed my cum. “You taste so fucking good~ want a taste? Huh? Yeah you want a fucking a taste?” I nod as he tuned me over to my back and gave me a sloppy kiss; I tasted my own cum from his tongue.

“Now I better not fucking catch you with him again, ok?”

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Thank you for reading (^_^) lmk if I should make more of these “Sloppy Seconds” in the future <3

- please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, thank you

[headcanonenthusiast]

Kyle Garrick NSFW headcanons

This was so difficult to write for some reason and idk why 😭😭 I think I just had a lot of trouble writing for Gaz, because as much as I like him as a character, I'm not much of a Gaz girl. (Or, I wasn't before writing this. I think I changed my own mind with these headcanons 🤭)

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut.

-His biggest mission during sex is to make you scream.

-If you haven't screamed his name so loudly that it gets you a volume warning on a smart watch, he isn't done.

-Will beg you to be even louder if he isn't satisfied with your volume.

-"C'mon, louder. Louder, baby, you can be louder than that."

-Lowkey doesn't mind fucking you near an open window. Def leans down to whisper in your ear to encourage you to be louder.

-"Don't go covering your mouth now, love. Let the neighbors hear how good I'm making you feel."

-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard.

-Calls you pretty girl/boy all the time.

-Especially if you're wearing something of his, whether it be a shirt or necklace or his dog tags.

-Honestly, whenever he sees you in his clothing, especially his dog tags, he goes crazy.

-"Look at you, pretty boy/girl. Keeping my shirt nice and warm for me."

-OBSESSED with taking you while you're on your stomach.

-He'll lean down to kiss your shoulders and back, fingers switching between your hip to your side.

-Isn't opposed to you being on top, as long as you're both enjoying yourselves.

-Like I said, he loves taking you from behind. As such, he sees any sort of marks or dots that you normally don't even see. And he'll run his fingers along any birthmarks/scars with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

-Feel like he'd like recording/taking pictures of it, too. (With consent ofc)

-And he definitely won't share those photos with anyone. They are only for his eyes and your own.

-"God, baby. I ruined you last night. Look at how messy your hair got."

-I feel like he sends the most gorgeous nudes.

-He basically poses for you like a model in front of the mirror. Mf knows he's hot.

-I feel like the main way he asks for sex is sending you a nude or spicy message. Normally doesn't ask for it outright, kinda let's it go over text or come into the night randomly.

-He sees eating you out/sucking you off as a great way to calm you down.

-If somethings got you upset, he'll get a small frown on his face and look more concerned. You don't have to tell him anything if you don't want to, though. Just let him gently eat your pussy/suck your dick and I can guarantee that you'll forget about whatever was upsetting you.

-If you feel more overstimulated or just have the tendency to cry from the sensations of sex, he's stopping and pulling out with a hand on your shoulder.

-"Oh shit, did I hurt you? I'm sorry, babe."

-And even if he didn't hurt you at all, it just felt super good, he never pressures you into continuing. If you want to keep going, he'll return to a similar pace but with more awareness of your facial expressions and noises.

-I feel like he'd want to try cockwarming you, but he's honestly so bad at keeping still. It's not his fault you feel too good to not move inside of.

-"Come on, baby. You feel so good, you're so fucking tight. It'd be sinful of me not to move."

-Please put your hands on his shoulders if you're on your back. Nothing will get him harder than you touching his shoulders.

-And if you cry out his name? His confidence shoots through the roof and he nearly cums right then and there.

-Prefers cumming on your stomach, back or thighs so he can take pictures afterwards.

-Aftercare includes him handing you some water before grabbing two game controllers, asking if you'd like to play a game before bed. And if you agree, y'all's moans won't be the only thing the neighbors complain about. Your laughter will probably be as loud as the moans, too.

-And maybe whoever loses the game has to bottom for the next round, idk 🤭

My hands hurt from typing so much 😭 but thanks to everyone who voted! It was challenging to write for Gaz, bc like I said, until an hour ago when I started writing this I wasn't super attracted to him, but I need to learn to write for characters I don't often think about more. Hope y'all enjoyed! Alejandro is up next 😏

[shdo-xplosion]

Hihihi! Your event is super cute and I couldn’t even choose which option to pick! The spells are beautiful, the sketches are adorable and my lucky numbers were both black hearts- 4 and 7!! I’d love whichever one inspiration strikes on💕

hello, thank you very much! you can play all the games! if this tiny piece is enough, though, then that’s okay too!

since you didn’t specify a character i just went off what i saw of your blog (bakugou teehee) so i hope you enjoy! thank you again (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

🖤4 - NON-CON, VOYEURISM, ft. k. bakugou x reader + h. shinsou

(no explicit consent, clear trepidation, mind control, female bodied-reader, spit)

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 • 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 •

Every muscle in his body is screaming at Katsuki to run—turn around and walk away and maybe call the cops. This is fucked up. This is something he’s supposed to put a stop to, not get invited to. Definitely not get involved in.

He’s here, though, standing in the dimly lit bedroom of his not-really-friend. Katsuki always knew Shinsou was a freak, but this is… not what he was expecting.

“Pretty, right?” Shinsou prompts with a smile. He squats down on the ground and caresses your face, thumb rubbing your cheek. “Anything you want, buddy. She’ll do anything.”

Katsuki comes close to spitting “we’re not buddies”, but he’s too distracted by the way you’re blinking up at him from your place on the floor, misty eyes doe-like as your lips wrap around the pad of one of Shinsou’s fingers.

It’s not true. You won’t do whatever Katsuki wants. You’ll do whatever Shinsou commands you to do, and that shit isn’t cool, not at all, but…

Fuck, it’s been a dry few months. A stressful few months. And you’re lookin’ real fucking cute in the little teddy Shinsou keeps you in. Katsuki has a nice view of your tits from where he’s standing, and against his conscience, his dick hardens in his pants.

Glaring at Shinsou, Bakugou growls, “tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you. Got it, shithead?”

Shinsou chuckles and nods, looks back to you and demands, “open your mouth, love.” When you do, he spits right into it, and though you flinch, you don’t fight when he leans forward to kiss you afterward.

That’s what gets the party started.

Shinsou starts undressing you, tells you to strip him next, then Katsuki. Your hands are steady, eyes clouded, and it makes Katsuki a little sick to his stomach to know you’re under the power of a quirk.

“I promise you she gets off on it,” Shinsou says. “Just touch her pussy if you don’t believe me. Guarantee it’s dripping wet already.”

“Yeah?” Katsuki asks, and as soon as he sees the glint of Shinsou’s teeth, he knows he fucked up.

“Yeah. Touch her, Bakugou. Play with her pretty cunt.”

Katsuki feels his cognizance slipping away. He’s still in his head, just more of a background voice—an extra. He can still see your beautiful body in front of him, still hear the quiet beat playing from outside the room, and can definitely feel the heat radiating from your core as he gets closer and closer. Katsuki is still in his own head; he’s just not calling any shots anymore.

Your pussy is slick with want, just like Shinsou promised, and when Katsuki slides a finger into your hole, his cock twitches. You make a cute mewling sound, head falling back, and then Shinsou is spouting instructions as he leisurely strokes his own dick.

“Get on the bed. Suck on her tits. Tease her pussy.”

And Katsuki does everything he’s told. It’s like a film has been pulled over his consciousness, and while it’s terrifying to have no control over his actions, it’s also… sorta nice.

“Are you ready to cum, baby?” Shinsou asks after several minutes of Katsuki messily eating your pussy. His face is wet, your arousal all over his mouth and nose. Even if he wasn’t being manipulated like a toy, he would enjoy going down on you.

“Yes, Toshi,” you breathe, legs quivering over Katsuki’s shoulders.

“You heard her, Bakugou,” Shinsou nods. “Time to make her cum.”

“How?” he’s able to rasp out.

The other man shrugs where he’s sitting, simply watching the show. “I myself like to see her tight pussy stuffed with cock, but I guess it’s up to you.”

And, just like that, Katsuki feels ownership of himself again, completely in his own mind and in control. He has the power now. He can stop this right now. It’s still wrong, isn’t it?

You look so desperate, though, like you do want him. Want him to make you cum… want him inside you.

Katsuki swears as he lines himself up with your entrance, thick cock sliding against your spongy walls until he’s nestled as deep as he can be, and fuck, you feel so perfect.

Shinsou may not have control over him anymore, but Katsuki still doesn’t feel entirely like himself. More like an animal as he starts fucking into you, hips pistoning so that the clap of skin on skin echoes in the room, his heavy balls slapping against your ass over and over.

You never said yes, and neither did he, but it’s way too fucking late to say no now.

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[ithinkabouttzu]

Hello, I love your bofb headcannons 😭 i wonder if i can have a headcannon for the guys being protective/jealous over the gn!reader please? And if it is okay then can you add Wayne Sisk to this too? He's one of my favorite characters so yeah :) have a good day!

Easy co. being protective over their s/o

Genre: Romance; angst

warnings: Heavy jealous themes; a tiny bit of suggestion

description: Easy co. getting overprotective over you (his s/o) at a bar or any group setting. (reader is gn)

a/n: I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you asked for! I already had made a jealous one a couple months ago so I tried to do one that’s protective instead of jealous, anyway I hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @sweetxvanixlla @ronsparky @samwinchesterslostshoe @executethyself35 @linhkhanhcps @1waveshortofashipwreck @grumpy-liebgott @barbeygirl (if you want to be added to the taglist, let me know!)

Dick Winters: - He only gets overprotective when someone has said something rude to you or made you feel uncomfortable in any way

- he makes sure to stay super close to you and will keep his eyes on you at all times

- doesn’t stay more then 5 feet away from you

- sometimes when he’s doing something you might even be a distraction for him

- just because he just wants you to be safe and wants to protect you no matter what.

- Even when he gets protective over you, he tries not making a big deal out of it. He doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable and he doesn’t want to seem controlling so he tries his best letting it go.

Lewis Nixon: - When he starts getting like that he makes sure to let everyone know by his actions

- rolling his eyes at anyone that gets too close to you or something like that. he’s so passive aggressive to everyone else

- he especially gets protective when you’re wearing something that shows your skin, just because if any creeps make a move on you he can tell them off.

- HAS to keep his hand or arm on you or around you the whole time that you guys are out together.

- when you guys get home though he makes sure to apologize if he was being overprotective and just reminding you that he wants to be there for you.

Carwood Lipton: - He rarely gets overprotective over you, just because he respects you and doesn’t want to come off as controlling to you so he backs off for the most part

- but when he does get overprotective over it’s because he’s just really worried about you

- he knows you can handle your own but he still gets so worried that something will happen to you because people suck

- He asks if you’re okay over and over again almost to the point where it’s annoying

- He’ll just stare at you, just watching your every move (not in a creepy way) to make sure that no one is bothering you.

- Kisses you afterwards and hugs you tightly, making sure you know how much he cares about you.

Joe Toye: - Stares down any guy that gets close to you (and if looks could kill they would be GONE)

- He walks up to you and keeps his hand on the small of your back for the rest of the night. He won’t risk some creep coming up to you, then he’ll have to knock them out

- Keeps his eyes on the lookout for any guys even looking your way

- He has to stop himself from fighting a guy when he came up to you and asked if you wanted to dance right in front of him (the nerve)

- He’s very touchy the whole time after that, showing everyone one way or another that your his and only his.

- makes you guys leave earlier because he was just getting pissed off by all the douchebags looking at you

Joe Liebgott: - He doesn’t try to be overprotective but it just comes off that way.

- He doesn’t get too protective but when he does…

- Oh, someone bumped into you while walking? Well now that person is bumped up against the wall being yelled at.

- He’d try his absolute best to defend his behavior, telling you that the guy should’ve watched where he was walking

- It’s not in a toxic way he just really wants to make sure that you’re okay

- He makes sure to apologize to you afterwards though and let you know that he was in the wrong.

Bill Guarnere: - He gets really overprotective when you’re wearing something a bit short or showy.

- He’s not going to make you cover up or be mad at you, nothing toxic like that

- BUT he will be sure to kick some ass if any guys get too close to you or make you uncomfortable or upset

- “What the fuck you lookin’ at? Gotta starin problem?”

- Not gonna lie he can be a little problematic when it comes to you LOL

- Let’s just say if he does get into a fight over you (which he probs will) he will make SURE to make it up to you afterwards no matter what.

- “sorry ‘bout earlier, I just hate when people are lookin’ at you like that”

Eugene Roe: - Rarely gets overprotective, only when guys are physically are making you uncomfortable

- He’ll make sure to tell them off it they are making you feel uncomfy

- “Leave em’ alone or we’re gonna have a problem”

- If they keep on and don’t respect your space, he’ll make SURE to get them kicked out of the joint immediately

- “No one messes with them, no matter what”

- The rest of the night he just stays extra close to you so that no one will hurt you

George Luz: - He gets overprotective when he’s jealous

- Like if another guy is trying to flirt with you, he’s going to fuck with him, respectfully.

- If a guy is flirting with you, he will be so passive aggressive to them, with a hand wrapped around your waist the entire time

- He doesn’t feel the need to cause a scene, but if someone keeps trying to make you uncomfortable he will be SURE throw hands

- “Don’t fuck with them, got it?”

- Honestly the rest of the night he keeps trying to justify beating that guy because “he was looking at you the wrong way”

Bull Randleman: - rarely gets overprotective but he does worry about you when there’s a bunch of guys in a crowd and they start getting rowdy

- If they make you upset in any way he will make his presence KNOWN for sure

- like just one look from him will send all of them running, cause I mean, who wants to get in a fight with him?

- Makes sure to stay close to you and asks if you if you’re alright afterwards

- He’s so sweet and gentle to you though, if you feel like you need to leave or take a second away he’ll go with you and make sure you’re alright

- But when he gets back he’s definitely throwing fists with whoever is making you feel that way

Floyd Talbert: - “Gotta starin’ problem?” Ugh why is it so hot when he gets overprotective?!?!

- He’d ask you if you knew the guy that kept giving you weird looks at the bar. When you said no he was honestly contemplating to go up to the guy

- Doesn’t leave your side not even for a second.

- If someone tries to get up close to you or make a move on you he’s going to make it known that he’s your man, if that means he’s gotta make out with you in front of everyone, or keep his hands on your ass the whole time he will

- When you guys leave he makes sure to ask you though, “You’re all mine, right?”

- Gives you spicy make-up time for being so possessive earlier

Skip Muck: - Only gets overprotective when someone says something hurtful to you or makes you sad

- Like he just wants to be able to protect you and be there for you, it’s so saddening when he can’t :(

- He’ll make sure to keep you by his side the whole time you guys are out

- And if someone looks at you wrong or says something bad to you he’s definitely confronting them about it.

- He will definitely fight anyone in the room when it comes to you, so if they had a problem with you they can deal with him first

- If he acts too aggressive to anyone he will apologize to you later, he just hates seeing you be anything but happy.

Don Malarkey: - Get can get pretty overprotective, but it’s only because he loves you, not out of anything toxic

- Will definitely throw hands if someone says anything sideways at you

- I feel like he would be overprotective to you only when he’s angry or in a bad mood especially

- Some girls are being mean to you? He’s asking them if their boyfriends can fight bc NO ONE messes with his bae

- Keeps his eyes on you AT ALL TIMES

- Really cares about you and just never wants to see you uncomfortable ever. He knows you can take care yourself too, but he just wants to be there for you just in case

Shifty Powers: - Wants to make sure that you stay close to him, he really doesn’t want to let you out of his sight

- Doesn’t want to make you feel like you’re being controlled or anything so he tries not to overbear too much but he just gets worried about you in big crowds

- If any guy, friendly or not comes up to you, he’s joining you two immediately to see wha the guy wants

- “Is there something you need? I’ll be glad to help you if so.” He’s so nice about it but you know that he’s just doing that to get under the other person’s skin

- “You’re mine right? No one else’s?”

- He apologizes afterwards even though he really didn’t do anything bad. He just wants to be close to you in those moments and doesn’t want anything bad happening to you.

Babe Heffron: - When he gets overprotective around you, just know he’s looking for a fight tbh

- Like someone looks at you the wrong way? slap. Someone doesn’t say excuse me when they’re walking through the crowd? Slap.

- He doesn’t care who it is, his hands are E for everyone. (true ride or die)

- Keeps his hand on your ass the whole time

- Also has to keep a serious face on the entire time that he’s there with you

- You’ll probably have to drag him away from a fight by the end of the night

Frank Perconte: - He gets ticked off super easily by everyone when he gets protective over you

- Like literally everyone annoys him. You’re probably the only person who can calm him down and tell him to chill out without him getting mad

- If a guy gets close to you he’ll start shit talking about them (BAD)

- “Gotta fuckin’ problem?” He says, joining in the conversation between you and the guy that was talking to you.

- Has to excuse himself earlier in the night because everyone is pissing him off

- “i’m sorry about earlier, doll. You know I love you”

Ronald Speirs: - He’s protective almost all of the time.

- Like he really doesn’t play about you AT ALL. He’s kinda like, “touch them and you die” kinda bf

- “Let’s stay close to each other tonight, alright?”

- He doesn’t fight anyone, or try to scare anyone off, but by the look on his face and the way he’s holding onto you, everyone is too scared to make a pass towards you.

- “Ron, why was everyone avoiding us tonight? It’s like they were scared of us or something” (they in fact, were very scared)

- He tries not to act like that frequently but whenever he goes out with you, he knows how rowdy the boys can get and wants to keep you safe.

Johnny Martin: - Everyone is low-key scared of him too, so when he brings around his bae, everyone knows not to mess with you

- But he still can get really overprotective in general sometimes

- like he just has a horrible fear that you will get hurt one day and he won’t be able to save you

- “You alright, honey? If someone gives you any problems you let me know, okay?”

- Immediate death stare if someone says anything remotely rude to you (which is effective IMMEDIATELY)

- It’s honestly kinda hot when he gets so possessive over you, like he just seems so much more sexier

Skinny Sisk: - Tries not to get too overprotective verbally but it definitely shows in his actions

- He’s keeping one hand on you at all times, no exceptions.

- When he gets like this, it’s almost like he’s waiting for someone to come up to you and say something that makes you uncomfortable,

- He’s also very prepared to beat someone up for you.

- And anyone could tell he looked mad as hell, his jaw almost locking by how hard he was clenching it when a guy looks your way

- He also gets very touchy, kissing you any chance you give him, feeling all around you, he will make SURE that everyone knows you’re his

Chuck Grant: - When he gets overprotective over you, let’s just be glad looks can’t kill, if they did then a lot of men in the room would be dead for looking at you

- The way he keeps his eyes on you all night long is kind of attractive tbh

- he’ll make you feel like you’re the only person in the room, making only your presence known

- Keeps his jaw clenched up if a guys asks you for a dance, he’s quick to steal you away from the party then

- When he finally gets to have you all to himself, he can’t help but push you up against the wall and plant kisses all over your neck and collarbone.

- “I’m sorry I took you away from the crowd, doll, but i’ve gotta have you to myself tonight”

David Webster: - Asks you over and over again if you’re comfortable when a guy looks at you, he gets so pissed on the inside but tries to keep it to himself bc he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.

- Tries to stay close to you the whole entire night

- Somehow if a guy does come up to you, he’s joining the conversation immediately. Being the most obnoxious he could possibly get

- “You mind if me and mine dance for a second? sorry to leave you by yourself”

- Once he gets you away from the guy he apologizes, not because he thinks he did anything wrong but because it could’ve came off rude to you

- “I’m sorry if you were still talking to that guy back there, but I just really wanted to dance with you” (which is partly true but he also just wants you to himself)

Buck Compton: - He only really gets like this when he’s got a lot of energy pent up, or he’s horny

- “Woah, you look nice tonight, I hope I dont have to fight any guys for looking at you” (he’s foreshadowing btw)

- His grip on you is TIGHTT, this man is really not willing to let you go, under NO circumstances fr

- If anyone is trying to flirt with you he’ll give them the ��Do we have a problem?” Look

- Makes you two leave early because he’s just angry and annoyed at everyone

- Definitely taking some of that anger out on you when you guys get home (if you know what I mean 😉) but he loves you and apologizes afterwards if he was too harsh

Thank you for your request, im sorry if it’s not so good, I hope you enjoyed!!! If you liked this, make sure to like or reblog :)

[pandorasfavorite]

Restrained

AN: THIS IS A SMUT YALL. Handcuffs 😉, public teasing but it will be okay guys.

Your hand slides onto his leg but you're not looking at him, no your paying attention to the conversation that is happening at the table. Maybe you should let Dominik enjoy this dinner with his friends, with no distractions. But the way he looks and the hard-on he has isn't fooling you. He will always enjoy your hands on him. Dominik's legs are spread out and you decided to use that to your advantage; on the plus side, no one will see unless they look under the table. Your hand keeps moving up, and up, and even further till it touches the bulge of his dick. Dominik jolts at the unwelcomed but truly welcomed pleasure, luckily it draws no one's attention but your own. Dominik glances over at you, studying your intent gaze that is focused on everyone but him at this point. You squeeze lightly again hearing his groan get concealed with a cough, Dominik leans over to you, just to whisper a little warning to you. “Hands to yourself. You don't want to start something you can't finish. Right?” he asks with his deep voice as a heads up for what is to come if you continue. 

You look at him similarly and seductively, you rub up and down making eye contact with him, watching the way his cheeks change to a light red. You look away just as quickly with a smirk, not wanting anyone to see what you're up to. Dominik's hand grabs your wrist and he moves it to your own leg, he shifts in his seat and joins in on the conversation just to show that he is interested. But ultimately he stays silent thinking of what he's going to do when he gets home. 

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You tug against the cuffs more than once while Dominik strips the clothes off your body, his smile gleaming and making it so much harder to have to keep your hands to yourself. Dominik moves his open mouths kisses all the way down your body, at the slowest rate he can manage. Your punishment for not listening; for not keeping your compromising hands to yourself. With another tug against the cuffs, Dominik breaks his vow of silence. 

“So needy mami,” he says placing a kiss on your inner thigh, your legs essentially thrown over his shoulders. He shifts between your thighs licking and kissing drawing out desperate whines that make his cock ache. Dominik licks a stripe down your

thigh-sucking hickeys on your body groaning to tease you even more. Dominik sits up on his knees taking off his tank top, his muscles flexing as he moves. You shift from where you are laying, eyeing his toned chest in uncontainable desire. Dominik slows down his movements for what feels like the 20th time that night, he tugs his pants down just enough for you to see the outline of his dick. Dominik grins seeing your eyes focus steadily on him, “See what you do to me?”. You tug against the cuffs forgetting your restraints, you exhale frustrated but your eyes don't dare leave his body. 

Dominik leans forward coming face to face with you, his grin stopping all the mean things you want to say from being denied. Dominik holds himself by grabbing onto the bed post his other hand grabbing your chin to bring your eyes to his. Your heart is beating of your chest the suspense of his next move is clouding all your thoughts. You can feel his breath touch your lips and your face moves towards him out of instinct… the need for him. Dominik huffs out an airy laugh watching your body react to his proximity, the way your hips gravitate towards him and your eyes boring into his. Dominik presses his lips to yours slow and sensually, you reciprocate pushing your lips against him, your tongue sliding against his. His teeth drag against your bottom lip as he pulls back, you inhale quickly, your lips chasing after him again. To your disappointment Dominik pulls back once more, your whine draws Dominik's attention away from your stuttering hips. Dominik holds your hips with both his hands, his thumbs rubbing up and down to soothe you, “Should've kept your hands to yourself hmm?”. 

You feel even more frustration in your chest; you only wanted to touch your man throughout the day, even if it was dirty. You furrow your eyebrows at him tugging at the cuffs routinely now, “Please? I won't do it again” you plead to him pushing your hips against his clothed dick. Dominik's eyes flutter down to where you were grinding on him, his lips part and he feels himself start to get needy; but this is a punishment. Dominik presses his cock against your hips stilling all your movements temporarily, you hum in contempt closing your eyes thinking you got what you wanted. “See baby, I just don't believe that” Dominik's thumb presses against your clit making your breathing quicken and your back arch from the small amount of pleasure he is allowing you. You shake your head denying him, you won't do it again even though you know deep down you will do it again. “No, I won't do it again, please just move” you beg him desperately, your head foggy with impatience.

Dominiks dick twitches, his boxers are the only thing in the way from him pleasing his girl now. 

Dominik shuffles forward even more grabbing your thighs again and letting them hang on his hips while he holds yours. “You okay honey?” he asks while pulling his leaking dick out, his words jumble as palms himself. You nod your head at him, eyes slipping closed, “Look at me. I need words or I'll stop” Your eyes widen at his stern words. That's the last thing you want to happen after all this waiting, “Yes Im okay” you nod at him; waiting for that comfortable and breathtaking sensation. Dominik nods out okay, he grabs himself smacking the tip on your clit and smiling watching you writhe in short spasms of pleasure. He leans forward pushing into you groaning feeling the warmth your body provides him. “Fuck, s’ so good. So fucking wet for me” his hands hold a firm grip on your thighs and his eyes shut for a moment too hearing your soft moans. He slides in and out of you the sounds of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room only making you both even more vocal in your pleasure. 

You clench around him, his fast movements making your body seize and your mind is focused on your rising orgasm, you pull against the handcuffs feeling them sting your wrists. Dominik rubs your clit; thrusting up into you, his cock deep inside of you feeling you gush around him the closer you are to cumming. “God your tight honey” You let out an airy moan similar to his, his body is gleaming with a sheen of sweat from how long he has spent teasing you. Dominik feels his cock twitch and he needs to cum so badly… this whole time felt like a punishment for himself too. “Dominik I’m close. ‘M close” your back arches and Dominik pushes you down by the abdomen. Dominik thrusts into you quicker than before rubbing your clit at a similar pace encouraging you to give it to him. “Good girl, cum for me,” he says watching his dick slide in and out of you and then the way your face changes in a different kind of pleasure. 

Dominik's head tilts back and his mouth parts, his muscles tense up again and he moans out the loudest he has been since he started. Spurts of cum fill you up and you tug against your restraints for the last time wanting to touch his body while he is feeling himself. You give up ultimately and watch him thrust a few more times basking in his orgasm. After a few short moments, Dominik comes back to his senses and pulls out slowly watching his cum spill from your cunt, he wets his lip and looks away the sight alone may make him hard again. Your naked chest is heaving up and down as you begin to calm down from that rush. Dominik licks his lip breaking out into a broad smile, he loves every moment he’s with you. Dominik leans above you removing the cuffs off your hands, his hair is hanging down and his lips are wet from his previous notions. You both cant help how turned on you get by the mere look of each other. As soon as your hands are released you wrap them around Dominik's neck playing with his hair as you look into his love-struck eyes. No words are necessary because every word is written behind love in the room. 

[nxathyx]

Fyodor

This is a mixture of crack, slightest angst and some light smut!!

I love Fyodor but I also love insulting him

Trigger warnings: suggestive themes, mentions of murder, swearing, insults, mentions of religion,he's lowkey toxic asf, Fyodor is a discord moderator and a roblox sugar daddy with lice😕😕

°I legitimately believe Fyodor wouldn't be able to love or find the mental capacity or motivation to care for anyone (unless he actually needs that person for their plan)

°that being said, we'll just pretend he does love and care for you, Kay? (stay delusional💋💋

°Fyodor never talks about his family because he has a bad relationship with them and he legitimately wouldn't enjoy hearing you rant about it neither

°honestly he has a pretty bad temper and can easily snap at you for the smallest mistakes

°afterwards he makes himself out to be a victim as he manipulates you 😋😋

°I feel like Fyodors ideal way of spending time with you would be just sitting in silence enjoying a book or just the both of you mind your own business

°he likes recommending you books and then hearing you talk and rant about them, talking what you enjoyed, what you didn't enjoy, ect. (especially if it's one of his favorite books that he wishes to re-read but can't due to his entire attention and time keeps going to his plan)

°I feel like Fyodor would be attracted to fur coats like idk why (NOT LIKE THE COAT ITSELF BUT YOU WEARING THE COAT YKYKYK???)

°Fyodors fangs are sharp because I said so???

°I don't know why but he gives me biter vibes

°like he just bites shit

°he hasn't washed his clothing for like 5 months

° he used to have a full skin care routine (more so like creams so his skin wouldn't dry and then crack) but he stopped due to the lack of time

°he cares a lot about his oral hygiene

°his lips are a pretty dark red or at least look really pigmented because his skin is incredibly pale

°he brushes his hair with a broken hair brush Nikolai got him from goodwill

°once he dyed his hair purple with a sharpie

°he scams kids

°he definitely had a YouTube channel when he was like 8 (that's his villain backstory btw)

°he's an average twt user

°he had extremely sensitive hearing but can now barely hear on his left ear

°he used to pray really often when he was a kid but after time he started backing away from that and does it on occasion

°he has really bad eye bags

°he can't walk up stairs without gasping for air

°once he tried looking for some guy he needed for something through tinder

°he doesn't enjoy vodka (he prefers wine imo)

°once he got into an argument with a polish citizen about WW2 (I'm polish therefore this is cannon now)

°he got banned on roblox after calling some girl a cunt

NSFW

°his body is skinny asf yet his abs are the slightest bit toned

°his nipples and tip are really rosy

°very good hygiene regarding his dick

°he prefers taking you from behind because his family used to shame sexual acts of desire

°very long fingers yet he doesn't know exactly how to use them

°he lights candles and actually tries to have a mood setup

°he's super into hair pulling

°loves getting sucked off

°doesn't do foreplay nor does he try to hard with aftercare

°always showers after sex to wash his "indecency" off

°he wouldn't mind getting his dick crushed by your heel

°he prefers receiving cause his anemic fragile body doesn't have energy for a lot

°pants a lot

°is a smooth talker yet he isn't much into degrading just prefers to stay silent

°interested in wax play and role play

[ryuichirou]

Replies

More replies about recent stuff, plus some random twst stuff pluuuus a reply related to a Malleus sketch from our 🔑🔞twt <3 Thank you for your questions.

thestarlightfae asked:

...Do I want to know what Lilia has on his phone?

Somehow I doubt it… But he wouldn’t mind showing!

Anonymous asked:

Ryuichirou just to let you know your literally the reason why I download Tumblr and I'm so so glad I did so🙇🙇

Oh god Anon, I am very sorry for doing this to you LOL Thank you so much!!! <3 I am glad you’re enjoying it!

m1lk-n-cook1es asked:

Dragon Malleus has six limbs and is therefore an insect. Discuss

(idk if he has 4 limbs in the dragon body but oh well)

Does…that mean that a centaur would also be an insect? This is kind of troubling… 😟

I think this is something we could discuss for hours until Malleus appears and ends this discussion forever, looking offended af :(

Anonymous asked:

Ace and malleus won't be together because ace has no Rizz  and no skills. he would fumble malleus so hard he would end up with someone else twice over, who im not sure but definitely someone he has to see a lot

(related to a reply about Ace the donkey to Malleus’ dragon)

OUCH, Anon!! You’re roasting Ace more than Malleus would’ve roasted him while literally breathing fire 😭🔥

Give this boy a chance. That being said, we all know the chance is slim….

Anonymous asked:

about the mosquitoes bites ! If you put a burning hot metal spoon on it for a few seconds the heat will kill the itchiness ! Tested and approved every summers you should definitely do it 👍

My favourite part about posting that mosquito comic is people recommending remedies for the bites…!

Thank you, Anon. I’ll keep that in mind.

Anonymous asked:

Would the twst ppl ever go down of ppl of the opposite sex? Or is everyone just gay? Like Floyd on a female riddle or something

-english is not good with me

“Everyone is gay” is our default because we prefer gay ships, but we don’t really headcanon sexualities for characters. If we ever come up with a good story with Floyd and fem!Riddle, nothing would stop us from indulging in it 💪 There are some that are more difficult for me to see with the opposite sex than the others though.

Anonymous asked:

Do the doms give oral? Like will the dom suck the sub's dick at all or nah?

With you would oral sec be strictly a bottom's job?

It is a tendency in my art to only leave it for the bottoms because it is a personal preference. But I don’t think that all of our tops would be strictly against it on the same level.

I wrote some hcs quite a while ago, if you want a detailed answer about someone in particular! Although I think my bias is pretty obvious lol Sorry.

Anonymous asked:

Okay the post of Malleus laying an egg from a while ago on your locked twt has been driving me so up the walls I haven't even been able to find the words??? I was so gagged when I saw it????

Shota Malleus always feels like he's totally convinced he's mature enough to handle Lilia and anything else you throw at him (he isn't) and him dealing with something like that when he's definitely way too young and unprepared and being completely overwhelmed and scared by it is SO GOOD

I can imagine him calling out Lilia's name in such a broken way, half upset because he just went through something really painful and scary and he wants to be comforted by his caretaker, and half because he's so confused and he has no idea what he should do and he needs Lilia's guidance, when Lilia was the one who put him into that mess in the first place... I worry that Lilia is going to take one look at him and their egg and be like "guess it's scrambled eggs for breakfast!" to cover his own mistake before anyone finds out 😭

(And also...... I just think it's a little hot... Malleus pushing out an egg that's too big for his body all alone in his room with nobody to help him regulate his breathing and pushing?? He just has to figure it all out on his own because he can't/won't call for help??? Squeezing that egg out a little at a time and slowly stretching himself open, before it falls back inside him and he has to start all over again, basically fucking himself on it until he finally gets it out... 🥵)

I am SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT, ANON!! <3 I want to say that it was a very self-indulgent sketch, but then again, everything that we post is lol

Poor Malleus absolutely wasn’t ready for anything like that to happen and he definitely wasn’t told that this was something that could happen to a dragon fae… And Lilia was probably surprised too, looking at him like shoot that wasn’t supposed to happen yet, wtf, “dragon eggs are rare” my ass lol Lilia really fucked up his cycles…

I guess they really are going to have scrambled eggs for breakfast…! God we had so many conversations about Lilia and dragon eggs, I really should finish that one comic from ages ago.

(I’m also glad you find this hot as well~ If definitely would’ve been much easier for him if Lilia was around when that was happening, poor thing probably thought he was dying or something. He often feels alone, but when that happened, he felt especially alone and helpless. It’s honestly a miracle he wasn’t mad at Lilia afterwards, but I guess it’s because he was way too shocked for that)

[theewokingdead]

The Best One - Benny Miller x f!Reader

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!Reader Summary: You and Benny are best friends, but one night together changed everything. Protecting your own heart, you decided it's best to forget. Problem is, Benny doesn't want to - and truthfully, neither do you. Word Count: 3.5k Rating: Explicit Content: Language, Santi is an asshole, idiots in love, friends to lovers, PiV sex, public sex A/N: I listen to "Best Ones" by Garrett Hedlund way too much, sparking this idea. I present...my first Benny Miller smut. Enjoy!

Masterlist

“Then she took my dick in both her hands and sucked the soul out of my body.”

Benny rolls his eyes and shifts in the booth, arms crossed stubbornly over his chest. He cannot bear to look at Santi, but he is stuck here, listening to his nonstop blabbering about his recent sexcapade. His eyes drift upwards to the light fixtures in the ceiling as he desperately tries to focus on anything other than Santi and his stories. But one thought springs into Benny's mind before he can push it away: her…down on her knees. It's a memory he had vowed to bury and never uncover again, but that hasn't stopped him from thinking about it - especially now.

She broke their hungry kiss by pushing against his chest. He tried to pull her back, but she shook her head and slowly dropped to her knees, keeping her gaze locked on his. She was too impatient to do more than tug his jeans down far enough to get what she wanted. His cock sprung free and she wrapped her delicate hands around the base before rubbing the head across her luscious lips. Fuck, she looked so beautiful. When she opened her mouth and took him in, he groaned with pleasure, her cheeks hollowing as she hungrily sucked him. He threaded his fingers through her hair and fucked her greedy little mouth, her name the only thing on his lips as he-

“What about you, Ben?”

Benny is pulled from his memory by the sound of his name. He looks to Santi, realizing he was asked a question.

“What about me?” he asks, feigning ignorance, not really in the mood to satisfy his curiosity.

“You gotten laid lately?” Santi asks.

“Well, no… I mean, yes. I mean, I’ve gotten some,” he stutters, his face going red as the words escape his mouth. He realizes he sounds like a teenager lying to his friends about having had sex.

“Oh, really?” the older man questions, his brows raising in surprise. “When’s the last time you got laid?”

“A few weeks ago, I guess,” Benny says, shrugging his shoulders.             

First, he had Santi’s curiosity. Now, he has his full attention. The man sits back in his seat, watching him with interest, as if he doesn't believe him. “Does she have a name?”

Of course, she has a name. Her name is the perfect complement to her delicate beauty, sweet and gentle. He wishes he could speak it aloud now - the sound of her name on anyone's lips is music, a beautiful melody that sends shivers down his spine.

But he can't.

Nobody at the table knows a thing about his secret encounter with her, and he promised himself that he wouldn’t tell anyone what happened between them. Not even Will. If anyone has their suspicions, Benny is oblivious to it. Besides, there’s nothing to talk about. It had been a single night of passion fueled by alcohol and desire that now belonged in the past, best left as it. She had made it clear that she wanted nothing more. In fact, it sounded like she regretted that anything even happened.

"I'm sorry, Benny. Just forget this ever happened."

Perhaps it would be easier that way; it’s already been several weeks, and it seem she has moved on. He realizes how much he had overestimated her feelings for him. She's always flirted with him, but maybe it was just innocent. That realization kills him. To him, she is everything, but to her, he's just a man – a friend.

Maybe it's best if he moves on and never speaks, never even thinks, of the night again.

But it's impossible - especially when she walks through the door right then.

You slip into the bar and look around, hoping to easily find the boys somewhere in the crowd. As expected, they’re sitting in their usual booth, beers in front of them as they seem to engage in some sort of conversation. A smile spreads across your face as you move toward them.

A warmth floods you when you notice Benny looking at you, his blue eyes shining even in the dim lighting of the bar. You bite your lip and push the memory of the night the two of you shared away. You can’t think of that right now. You can't think about that ever. You can’t think about the way his hands felt on your body, holding your wrists down…and you definitely can’t think about the way his lips felt against yours as his cock shoved every thought out of your head.

You break your gaze and push the thought out of your mind as you walk to the table, forcing yourself to remember that there will never be anything between the two of you, that you two are friends – that you’ll never be anything more than just friends.

“Hello boys,” you say, slipping into the booth next to Frankie, careful to avoid catching Benny’s eyes again. “What did I miss?”

“Benjamin here was just about to tell us about his latest encounter with some saucy señorita,” Santi informs you.

Your heart sinks as you think about Benny with another woman. All color drains from your face and your stomach twists. You know he doesn't have feelings for you, but did he really move on from that night with you that quickly?

“Oh,” you say, feigning interest, trying to keep your best poker face.

“Negative,” Benny replies harshly. “And I sure as hell ain’t about to allow this conversation go any further with a lady present.”

You furrow your brows in confusion. Sure, Benny isn't one to strut around like a peacock - that's more of Santi's thing - but he's also not one to keep tight-lipped.

Santi laughs. “A lady? Her mouth is just as filthy as yours, Ben. So, go on. Tell us more of your adventures. I’m sure she’d love to hear them."

Benny rises from his seat quicker than you’ve ever seen him move, not even in the ring, his face flushed and angry as he glares at Santi. “Back off or I swear-” he growls, tone hard and threatening

Will stands between the two men, looking at his younger brother, holding up a hand to stop him from advancing further towards the other man. “Don’t finish that sentence."

“Can we drop whatever this is, please?” you suggest. Things have been awkward enough lately. The last thing this group needs is strife between Benny and Pope too.

You watch Benny's chest rise and fall with every measured breath. You ache to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin. He catches your eye and you quickly look away, feeling embarrassed and allowing your hands to sink into your lap.

“There's no story to tell,” he says, and you feel his glance on you before turning and walking away.

“Fuck,” Santi sighs, breaking the silence before raising the bottle in front of him and taking a sip. “He needs to save that shit for fight night.”

Frankie gives Santi a sharp whack on the back of his head, making the latter sputter out out his beer.

“Cabrón!" Frankie hisses. "No es obvio, o estás ciego?”

Fortunately, you don't catch the words. Otherwise, it would become obvious that everyone but Santi has picked up on the awkwardness between you and Benny. It really shouldn’t be a surprise that Will and Frankie suspect something happened between you two. You both have been quieter than usual lately, talk to and about each other less, and whenever your eyes meet, you both quickly look away, a telltale sign that something is amiss.

“Excuse me,” you utter before rising from the booth, moving to follow Benny outside. You open the door and search for him, spotting him making a beeline towards his car.

“What the hell was that?” you demand, trailing close behind him.

“Nothing that concerns you,” he replies harshly without losing stride.

“Really, Benny? How can that not be my concern?"

“It’s not your concern because it’s none of your business,” he snaps, whipping around to face you.

You're taken aback by his sudden hostility toward you. “How can you say that?” you question, stepping toward him. “You’re my friend, which means you're my business."

Benny rolls his eyes, which sets a fire in you.

"You’re my god damned business, Benny," you reiterate. "You always have been. I know you better than anyone, and I can tell when you’re upset. So, talk to me.”

His eyes are filled with a mixture of emotions, his face an expression that is a cross between exhaustion, hurt, anger. “I can’t talk to you about something that never happened. I mean, that’s what you want, right? To pretend it never happened?"

You freeze, his words striking you like a punch to the gut. The realization stings you, the reality of what he’s saying finally clicking in your mind. The reason he didn't want to talk about his last sexual encounter was because it was with you.

“I didn't mean it like that,” you reply, crossing your arms protectively.

“Then, can you tell me what you meant? Because clearly, I'm confused.”

You hesitate before speaking, unsure why you said the things you said the morning after. It’s clear that you can’t forget what happened, and you don't want to, but you also don't want to risk ruining your relationship with him and the others, even though it appears that you have already made a complete mess of things.

"Benny, our friendship means a lot to me and I don't want to-"

Benny snorts. “Friendship? Does this look like a friendship?" He's referring to the way things have been the last few weeks. "Our friendship changed the moment you kissed me...and it was destroyed when you ran away, my come still dripping from between your legs.”

Your mouth falls open, Benny’s harsh words hitting you like a slap across the face. You’re not sure if he’s ashamed of what happened, or upset that you’ve been denying it. Either way, you know he’s right: your friendship is fucked.

"I was scared," you confess, tears forming in your eyes. "Terrified that it would ruin us. I had to be the one to put a stop to it, to set boundaries for our friendship, because if you'd been the one to say we should just be friends, it would've broken me.” You take a breath, trying to maintain some control of your emotions. “I'm sorry, Ben. I know things will never be the same between us. If I could go back and change what happened, I would. Please. Can we at least try to move on from this?”

"No," Benny ultimately answers after a moment of silence. His voice is choked with emotion, the gravity of his words heavy in the air.

You look away from him, trying to hide your hurt, but it's too late - the tears streaming down your face speak for you.

"That night was…,” Benny begins. “It's been playing in my head every single day since then, like a movie I can't stop watching." His breathing is ragged as he continues, the intensity in his eyes growing with each passing seconds. "I know I should forget about it, and I know you want me to forget-"

"Ben, that's not-"

"But I’d kill to live that night just one more time," he speaks, his eyes wet and filled with emotion.

Your lips part in surprise as Benny's admission sinks in, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him. The way he’s looking at you though makes you feel like the most wanted woman in the world. It's making it impossible for you to keep your walls up. You’ve wanted him for so long, it’s hard to tell how you could ever turn him away. But you were so afraid that he didn't feel the same way you do.

When you shared that one night together, you told yourself it was the alcohol, the adrenaline, the emotion of the night that pushed you into it. You told yourself a thousand different excuses for why he hooked up with you. You told yourself you both were just caught up in the moment. You told yourself it wasn’t real. You told yourself that Benny could have any woman that he wants - there was no reason for him to choose you. But now, standing before him, watching him stare at you, seeing the look in his eyes, hearing the tone of his voice, you wonder if you’ve been blind to the truth all along.

Despite all the fear and uncertainty between you two, there was something real that happened that night - something neither of you can ignore or deny any longer.

“What are you saying?” you whisper, needing to hear him speak his true feelings, plain and clear.

“I want you,” he tells you. “I’ve always wanted you. You’re beautiful and smart and funny…and you drive me fucking insane. I can’t be in the same room with you without feeling like I am seconds away from taking you right there. I can’t think about anyone else. You are it for me. You are my person…and it fucking kills me that I’m not yours.”

As you look at him, perplexed, it dawns on you that the two of you are both harboring strong feelings for one another, yet completely oblivious to that fact. Has it been this way the whole time? The flirting, the touching, the constant need to be near one another. All these years of friendship...

Laughter bubbles up within you in disbelief, spilling over and out into a fit of giggles.

“What’s so damn funny?” he questions, staring at you like you're crazy - and maybe you are.

“Don't you understand, Benny? You are mine,” you reveal, wiping your eyes in an attempt to compose yourself.

“Bullshit.”

“I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember,” you reveal. “Apparently we’re both too damn stupid to see what’s been right in front of us all along.”

Benny's eyes widen as he looks at you, processing your words. You can almost see the sense of relief wash over him, knowing that his feelings are reciprocated. A smile spreads across his face.

He takes a step forward, the softness in his eyes quickly turning dark. He’s standing mere inches in front of you, the heat from his body taking you by surprise as it washes over you. Your stomach whooshes, and you ache as you wait for him to kiss you, but no kiss comes.

“Say it,” he commands. "I need to hear it. Please."

You take a step closer to Benny, your eyes never leaving his. You grab hold of his button-up shirt, pulling him toward you. Meanwhile, his hands fall to your hips, as if by instinct.

“I love you.”

Benny pulls you closer to him, his lips finally meeting yours. A fire sparks inside of you and you open your mouth to meet his tongue. You’re positive that you only imagined the way his mouth felt on you before, but it can’t be anything like this. It’s like your lips remember him, yearning for him even though several weeks have passed. You moan against his mouth as you cling to him, your body desperate for his touch.

A low growl escapes Benny's lips as his mouth grazes your neck. You lean against his car, feeling intoxicated from the sensations in your body, as your hands explore his shoulders. You feel a giddy thrill, unlike anything you've ever experienced before. His kisses move from your neck to your shoulder, and his hands wander lower. But before things get too carried away, Benny pulls away suddenly and stares into your eyes. He then reaches behind him and opens the back door of his SUV.

“Get in.”

You smile, biting your lip as you slide into the back seat, Benny close behind. As soon as he closes the door, he pulls you onto his lap, and kiss you soft yet urgent. His hands journey down your body, lightly tracing down your arms, across your thighs, over your shirt. He doesn't unclothe you; instead, his palms rest on the curve of your ass as your hands push up against the fabric of his shirt, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. You grind against him, pressing yourself down onto his lap as you feel for his arousal. A groan escapes between his lips, and it turns more primal when he clasps your butt tighter. Your mouth moves hungrily against his for several bewitching seconds.

You take the initiative, starting to open his jeans. Your fingers fumble with the button and zipper before you pull down his boxer briefs and free his cock. Benny tilts his head back in pleasure as soon as a hand wraps around it, and he looks down for a moment to watch you stroke him before looking back up at you as your lips press against his. Benny whimpers into your kiss as he reaches out to find the center of your legs, caressing you through the fabric of your pants.

“Baby, please,” he begs.

You lift up and pull your pants down, just enough to expose yourself. Benny follows suit, pushing his jeans down until they are around his ankles. He wastes no time, running a finger through the folds between your legs before you can sink down on him.

“Benny!” you gasp, clutching onto his shirt.

“Now who’s the fucking tease?” he asks before sinking two fingers into you, eliciting a gasp from you. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet.”

“Benny,” you plead, leaning your head forward until your forehead touches the top of his hat, the texture of its fabric rough against your skin.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me.”

He nods and grins. “Alright. I’m going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

His straightforwardness causes you to gasp. You can feel yourself dripping for him in anticipation. How could he possibly fuck you better than he did before?

"Then I’m taking you home. We'll spend the night together, make love until we pass out. When sunrise comes, I won't let you go. In fact, I plan on making love to you all over again. Got it?"

You nod vigorously, your mind whirling. Somehow, you manage a reply. “Okay.” It’s simple, but a promise that you'll never leave him again.

Benny pulls his fingers away then positions himself at your entrance. He eases himself into you, your eyes rolling back for a moment before finding his. His lips meet yours again as he slowly pushes deeper into you. You moan against his lips. His movements are smooth and slow, gentle but still raw and powerful.

Your movements match his, rising and falling, your breath in sync. You moan, Benny’s lips finding your neck. He buries his face against you, laying desperate kisses all along your skin as you ride him, faster and faster, letting the intensity build.

“You’re mine,” he rasps before nipping your ear.

“I’m yours.”

He slides a hand up your body, lifting your shirt and your bra with it, exposing your breasts. His mouth latches onto one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. You gasp, feeling your body tense. You feel that familiar tingling sensation start to consume you.

Benny unlatches then looks down at where your bodies join before looking back up at your face. "Look at you," Benny says, his voice low. "Look at you taking my cock. You're gorgeous."

You can't see yourself, but you don't have to. His gaze is burning into you, and it’s like he can see every inch of you. His eyes devour you with hunger, desire, and admiration. You feel beautiful in that moment; dirtier than anything you thought possible.

“I want to watch you come on my cock,” he tells you.

“I’m s-so close.”

Seeming to sense what you need, he moves a hand between your legs, his thumb finding the spot where you’re pulsing.

As you rock on top of him, his eyes never leave you, and the intensity of his gaze is nearly enough to send you over the edge. You can feel yourself getting closer, the anticipation building up inside you until it explodes in a shuddering climax that almost makes you forget who you are or where you are. You cry out, your breath coming in pants.

Benny presses his lips against yours as he slows his movements, and draws out your pleasure until you collapse against him, utterly spent.

You feel the heat of his body, pressed against yours, and the pleasant sense of fullness with his cock still buried inside of you. The air is filled with the smell of sex and sweat as the two of you stay there together in blissful silence for several moments before Benny speaks.

"Fuck, that was amazing," he says softly. “You're incredible. You’re perfect. We just…we have to work on our communication a bit. if we want this to work.”

You chuckle, snuggling against his chest with a contented sigh. This is what happiness feels like - warm and comforting, completely enveloping the two of you in its embrace.

As Benny's breathing begins to settle, he tightens his grip around your body slightly and whispers into your hair:

“In case it wasn’t clear… I love you too.”

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Home Is Wherever You Are P6

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

With a very heavy emphasis on platonic!Christopher Smith/Peacemaker

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7

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Prompt: When the device fails, you and Adrian go to a friend for help.

Warnings: mentions of August Smith, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language, homophobia

A/N: Sorry I skipped a week! It was a very intense and demanding week. I was actually getting lifeguard certified! Thank you guys for all of your support on this story. Enjoy!

“What the fuck do you mean he left?!” Harcourt yelled. She wanted you back just as badly as everyone else, but as the team leader she had to make the hard choices and she couldn’t afford to lose anyone else because of this mission.

“He’ll get there. He’ll find them and he’ll find a way back.” Economos sounds optimistic for once in his life.

“Since when have you become so optimistic?” She asks.

“I can be surprising!” John huffs.

September 13th, 1994

You wake up to an empty bed. It all must have been some fucked up dream. You had to get Gut and Chris out the door for school. Adrian should already be there. Diane would have driven him into his first day this morning. Your eyes blur with fresh tears about to drop as you rise from bed. Your vision clogged by tears, so you don’t see Adrian’s suit peaking out from under the bed. You trip over one oh his shin guards and hit the floor. You hear footsteps race up the stairs.

“Are you okay?” Adrian busts open the door.

“Yeah I’m fi- what are you wearing?” You look up to find your boyfriend in one of Diane’s old baking aprons.

“My mom’s apron.” He says as if that’s obvious.

“I mean why are you wearing it?” You question, as you start to stand up.

“Why? It’s because it’s floral and lacy and technically for a woman isn’t it? I didn’t think you’d been in the 90’s that long, but-“

“No, you can wear it, but like were you cooking…or…” You trail off.

“Sorry. I just spent too much time with teenage Chris.” He sighs

“He saw you?”

“Yeah and he kept calling me voice message guy. I don’t even know what that means.” He looks at you in confusion.

“Don’t worry about it! You know Chris! Always a dick!” You blush, trying to change the subject.

“He’s more of a dick than I remember. I made him breakfast and I didn’t even get a thank you! He just called me Nancy and left with Gut for school! That’s not even my name!” You pull him into your embrace.

“Baby, he’s calling you gay.”

“Okay? He’s not wrong. I am queer. I don’t just like girls. He’s queer too. What’s the point in bringing it up at breakfast?” Adrian questions.

“Well, I don’t think he’s fully come to terms with or maybe even realized that yet. He’s still technically living with his dad and it’s the 90’s. Everything is gay in a weird way. I know it sucks, but we have to allow time to breathe and change. We’re the ones out of our time here. We can go beat up homophobes and not mess up the timeline in our own time.” You kiss him. The 90’s are a shock to him since he doesn’t remember them very well. They were a shock to you too, but he’s just been thrown into it. You had over a week to adjust. It’s not pretty. Discrimination never is, but when you know better times are coming, you can’t do anything that could risk your better future. Home isn’t perfect, but it’s a little better than this. Fighting homophobia now would be like traveling back in time to fight segregation or women’s rights. It’s such a big fixed point in time that if you mess with it, you could change everything and you have no guarantee it would be for the better. People always talk about time travel like it’ll be wonderful. They never stop and think about all the awful responsibility that comes with it or how it affects your morality. “And before you get the idea no, you’re not killing his dad.”

“Why not?” Adrian asks.

“Because if you kill him that would affect history too much. We have no idea what that could do to Chris. We may never stop the butterflies or any other major threat in the future because maybe Chris didn’t become a hero or maybe he followed in his dad’s footsteps while mourning. Peacemaker as we know him would probably cease to exist. Do you know how many people he’s saved? They could all be dead. Emilia could be dead. That could start a whole different chain reaction. I wish we could kill Chris’ dad now, but who knows what kind of chaos that would cause to the timeline. We could completely break it.” You remind him.

“You’re right. Let’s just get out of here before we fuck anything else up.” He digs around in his pocket for the time travel grenades.

“Were those just in your pocket?” You ask.

“Yeah. I’m not an idiot (Y/N). I wasn’t gonna let them get lost or stolen.” He hands you one.

“Why does mine have a light on it?” You ask.

“It’s supposed to.” He informs you.

“Then why doesn’t yours have one?” You ask.

“Oh fuck! I thought I heard a crack when I sat on it earlier, but I was really hoping it was just the chair.” Your jaw drops to the floor as he gives you one of his famous Adrian Chase ‘I fucked up’ faces.

“Does that mean we’re stuck here?” You ask. He grabs his suit and starts going through all the pockets.

“It’s gonna be fine because Adebayo gave me a piece of paper with the address for the old ARGUS headquarters. They’re gonna help us which means under no circumstances do we need to freak out.” He reassures you.

“Oh shit! Adrian!”

“What?”

“No, not you. I’m sorry. Well, sort of you, but little you…I have to pick him up from preschool later. He has a half day today. I forgot. If I don’t do it nobody will.” You remind your boyfriend.

“What if we go, figure out a plan, pick up little me and go back later if need be. We need what? A battery? It can’t take that long.” Adrian suggests.

“Okay. You’re right we’ll probably be fine. You agree and head off to the address.

When you arrive there you find a little girl sitting on a bench doing homework. She’s all by herself outside of ARGUS headquarters.

“Shouldn’t you be in school?” You ask her.

“I’m homeschooled. My mommy says traveling with her is a better education.” She smiles, kicking her feet, filling in the next math problem.

“So you travel a lot?” You ask her. She nods.

“Where have you been?” Adrian asks her.

“I’ve been all over North America, most of Europe, and a ton of places in South America, but my mommy goes all over the world for work.” She tells you. You get a better look at her homework to see she’s doing math at a level that you assumed she was years away from. She looked like she was doing basic middle school math, but couldn’t be more than 7 or 8.

“Is that math hard?” You asked.

“Not really. It’s kinda boring though.” She shrugs.

“Woah! Looks like we have a little artist in our presence!” Adrian points at a dog she’d drawn in the corner of the page.

“I love dogs and I’m really good at drawing them! One day I’m gonna have so many!” She beams.

“Leota!” You hear her name being called from the doorway of the old ARGUS headquarters.

“You guys seem really nice maybe we can go exploring sometime together!” She says before running off.

Suddenly everything makes sense. Both you and Adrian proceed to laugh.

“Everyday this feels more and more like a fever dream.” You say, walking inside.

As soon as you walk in you start looking for any excuse to be there. Looking at the front desk person only ten steps away you didn’t plan this very well.

“Why did we think coming in here with no plan was a good idea?” Adrian asks you.

“It was your idea!” You remind him.

“You followed it!” He argues.

“It’ll be fine just think think think think think…” Your eyes scan the mailboxes in the entry way until you see one you recognize. No fucking way.

You pull Adrian up to the front desk.

“Who are you here to see?” They ask.

“We’re here to see John Economos.” You smile.

“And who should I say is here?” They ask.

“Some old friends and colleagues.”

The front desk person gives you a key card which will only let you take the elevator to John’s floor and gives you instructions on how to get there. When you arrive he isn’t ecstatic to see you, but that’s fair. He doesn’t even know you yet.

“You’re not my mom bringing my lunch.” He groans. John may only be 27, but his attitude is still the same.

“No, we’re not, but we need your help.” You start.

“Why should I help you?” He asks.

“Why shouldn’t you help us?” Adrian retorts.

“There are literally so many reasons. I’m not losing my job over this.”

“Trust me. You won’t.” Adrian laughs loudly over a joke that would go over John’s head.

“We have to tell him the truth.” You tell Adrian.

“What truth? I don’t even know you people.” John says.

“I thought you said nobody can know…”

“Well we kinda have to tell him about the time travel device in order for him to be able to fix it.” You remind him.

“So let me get this straight. You two nutcases think you’re time travelers?” John laughs.

“I can prove it! We’re friends and you have to believe me because I know you have an 11th Street Kids tattoo on your arm that you got at a Hanoi Rocks concert in Finland when you were 14!” You tell him.

“That’s not the most difficult thing to find out about me. It’s literally written on my skin.” He rolls his eyes.

“Well here’s a picture of us in the van and here’s a picture of you feeding Eagly. I actually took that one while you weren’t looking because you get annoyed when I say you like him. Here’s a pic-“

“That’s enough, Adrian!” You push his hands down, hiding his phone from John’s view.

“You’re the one who said we could tell him!” Adrian says, getting frustrated.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m just worried about him learning too much about the future.”

“So what? I’m supposed to believe you because you just because you taught yourself the new Adobe Photoshop 3.0 to get ahead on your job resume? And then stuck it on what?…a digital frame?” John is annoyingly skeltical, but it is still his first year at ARGUS. He hasn’t seen everything his older self has yet. You sigh.

“Catch.” You toss him the broken device. “If you can fix this and send us home I promise we’ll be out of your hair for the next 28 years.”

“So who’s the idiot who broke it” Economos asks, looking it over.

“It’s not broken broken though, right? Can’t you just like recharge it?” You ask.

“Dude the power source is crushed. What did you do; sit on it?” John questions.

“…No” Adrian lies, poorly concealed behind an exaggerated expression.

“Can you fix it?” You’re hopeful.

“No, I can’t fix it. What do I look like? George Jetson? This is some weird power source that I’m pretty sure doesn’t even exist yet.” John says in his classic pessimistic tone. Good to think some things never change.

“Well then how do you know it’s the power source?” Adrian challenges him.

“There’s an on/off button” John says, bluntly.

“We’re never getting home…” You sigh. Adrian picks up your hand as a gentle reminder everything would be okay. It was something you two often did when he saw you becoming a bit anxious and you needed something to anchor yourself. At least you had him back.

“Well I might not be able to fix it, but I could probably amplify the field of one device to be able to take two people, but it would take a little bit of time.”

“How long is a little bit? I have to pick up the kid I nanny from preschool.” You ask Economos, concerned about Adrian’s younger self.

“Oh no! You can’t just dip on me. I’m not putting my job at any further risk for a 3 year old.”

“Well that 3 year old grows up to be 30 and meets you and then proceeds saves your life more than once, so I’d rethink that. Without that 3 year old most of us would probably be dead.” You defend Adrian.

Your adult boyfriend proudly smiles and waves at your younger friend.

“Gross! You’re nannying your fucking boyfriend?!” Economos is appalled.

“I didn’t have a lot of choices, okay!” You defend yourself.

“Yeah, tell that to Freud!” Economos laughs at his own joke.

“We’re not going back in time again. We’re trying to go forward in time.” Adrian missed John’s joke, but to be fair his tone has apparently never in his life been easy to read.

“He’s using a figure of speech, babe.” You smile, squeezing his hand. “I have to go pick up his younger self at preschool. Are you gonna help us or not?” You ask.

“Come back by tonight and I should have this all figured out. Let’s just hope for everyone’s sake, my theory works.”

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Troublemaker ~ 4 ~ Back In The Saddle

He is one of the best goaltenders in the league. He's also hated by his teammates. He didn't mean to be a troublemaker but why not lean into it? There wasn't anyone to stop him.

Until he met her...

A Jeremy Swayman AU x OFC Stella Williams

Story Warnings: excessive drinking, SMUT!, an asshole Jeremy, angst

A/N: Hello and welcome to a spin-off "Cross-Checked" so plenty of characters from that story are crossing over here! If you want a more detailed story of how we ended up here, read the first store HERE Also! The taglist is open. If you want to be added or removed, please let me know!

2nd A/N: This Chapter is directly intertwined with Chapter 16 of "Cross-Checked". You can read both sides here

Previous: The Best Friend

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“I can’t believe that asshole has the balls to try and see Leia. What I wouldn’t give to kick his balls so far up him, he’d cough them up.” 

I snorted with a laugh. “How did I not know about your violent side, Warrior Princess?”  

“I am not violent. It just, she’s been through enough with her mom and everything.” Stella looked out the window.  “I know you didn’t know, but your actions hurt her a lot.”  

I went quiet. “You know I was just frustrated and stuff and that I feel like an ass already.”  

It was her turn to sigh.  “I know. Sorry. Bret just brings out my murderous side,” she said with a smile.  

“I didn’t realize that you woke up and chose violence.” She grumbled something that I didn’t hear. “What was that?” 

“He ruined morning sex,” she whined out. This time I laughed out loud. “What?”  

“Nothing,” I reply, still chuckling. "Didn’t realize that it was a national emergency.” She looked at me confused.  “Morning sex. They way you whined about it. Were you going to jump me, warrior princess?” 

“And you would have enjoyed it, Swayman,” she replied with a smirk.  

Fuck yeah, I would have.  

We arrived at Andy and Leia’s house and took the long way to get to the front door to avoid the douche in the driveway.  Stella rang the doorbell and put on a smile.  I shoved my hands in my pocket because I really wasn’t sure how this was going to go.  

Miranda opened the door and her mouth fell open. “Why?”  

“That’s an interesting greeting, Miranda.” Stella rolled her eyes. “I brought back up.”  

“Leia, please come over here,” Miranda yelled behind her.  

I sucked in a breath when I saw her. Leia was now obviously pregnant as she walked over. “What is it... Jeremy?!” 

Stella immediately starts talking.  “I was working on stretches with Jeremy when Miranda texted.  What better than a six-foot two hockey player to help?” 

“Hi Leia.”  I kept studying her face and body. As much as I wanted to say that I regretted leaving the potential relationship, I’m glad I did. I couldn’t handle not being the father to her baby.  If I wanted that, I would want to have been there to create it. I offered a smile to her.  

“Hi Jeremy.” She keeps a neutral face except for a wince and then starts to rub her belly. “Umm, as you can see,” She looked around me, “I have an unwelcome guest in my driveway.”  

“I can’t believe this douche had the nerve to come here,” Stella said. “Can I kick him in the balls?” 

“Relax Warrior Princess,” I said with a smirk.  “I’ll handle it.” I turned and walked towards Bret.  The douche in question was leaning on a BMW sedan like he owned the world. I had about three inches on him and about 15 pounds, mostly muscle. “What the fuck are you doing here?” 

“I came to see my girl.”  

“Pretty sure she stopped being your girl when you left her behind. Get off of her and Andy’s property. Now.”  

Bret’s face is turning red. “If she wants me to leave, then we need to have a conversation.”  

“You don’t need dick.” I point to his car and motion for him to leave.  “Get out before she calls the cops.”  

A look of malice crosses his face. “Why are you defending her?”  Pointing at Leia, he continues. “What, hoping she’ll leave Andy?  She’s a slut who...” I see the flash of fear in Leia’s eyes, and I stopped him by grabbing the collar of his jacket and hauling him closer to me.  

“Finish that sentence and you are a dead man.” He blanches and I let him go. He stumbles back. “Don’t look at her or come back here or contact her again,” I growl out. Bret scrambles for the car and drives off. I don't move until I see the car round the corner and turns to face us. “He shouldn’t bother you anymore Leia.”  

“Thank you, Jeremy. I’m glad that nothing happened so it wouldn’t aggravate your injury. Are you ok?” The concern on her face makes my heart clench.  I hurt this girl with my actions and words.  For what? Just a badge of conquest.  She didn’t deserve that. She had every right to be hurt, be angry, to hate me, but she didn’t.  I have to take my shot at making this right. She may not forgive me or acknowledge it but I have to try. 

“Yeah, I just...” I ran my hand through my hair. “I know how much of a jerk I’ve been, and you don’t have to accept this right now but I’m sorry Leia. For everything.”  

“Oh.” She looked surprised.   

“Anyways, if he comes back while the boys are gone, just call me.” I gave her my best smile and pointed to my car. “I’m gonna go. You look beautiful, by the way.” He turned and walked before she could say anything else. I didn’t want to hear that she still hated me. I got in my car to wait for Stella.  She had a short conversation with the girls before she came back to the car. “Everything ok?” 

“Yeah, just letting them know I would be back later.” I took off.  

“So...” I started.  

“So...” she said with a smile.  

I smirked. “Morning sex?” 

A smile burst on her face. “Absolutely.”  

A day later I was cleaning my apartment and doing laundry, and my phone rang.  When I checked on who was calling, I was surprised but not shocked.  “Hey Cap.” I sounded nervous.   

“Hey Sway. I just got off the phone with Leia.” He sounded frustrated.  I can only imagine. Not being able to be home and protect his family has got to be grading on his mind.  

“Oh. Is she ok?” 

“Yeah, she and the baby are fine. Listen, I just wanted to say thank you for helping her with Bret and chasing him off.”  

“It's not a problem.” 

“No, you didn’t have to do that.  Especially with the way I have treated you lately.”  

I let out a sigh. I figured this was coming. I deserved what happened.  I knew that now. “Look, Andy, I was a jerk and I owed Leia.”  

He stopped for a moment. He wasn’t disagreeing with me. “Well, anyway, thanks or helping her. I hope we can talk when we get back.”  

I smiled. “Sure Cap.” Have a good game.  A thought flashes.  “FYI, Vegas’s goalie likes to favor his left.”  

He laughed, “Thanks Sway. See you in a few days.”  

The ice has always been a place where I can find solace, peace, focus. I’ve been playing hockey since I was five and it has always been my happy place.  

Except for today.  

Today I am nervous.  It's my first practice back with the team. I know that Andy said we were cool, but I don’t know what the rest of the team is thinking.  I walked in with my gear bag and immediately ran into my Coach.  “My office,” he says. He walks away.  

I was early so I dropped my gear bag in the locker room and headed to his office. “Yes Coach?” 

“Sit.” He leans back as I sit in front of him. It's been 15 days since I have seen this man. “When’s the last time you’ve had a drink?”  

I swallowed. “Twelve days.”  The night I spent with Stella.  We had spent the next day talking and it was like a total reset.  I hit the gym after that and booked private rink time away from the arena.  My goalie coach was able to give me exercises and drills. I was feeling better, both physically and mentally.  

He nodded. “Barber told me he called you.” I nodded.  “Is your head back on straight?”  

“Yes, sir.  Just nervous to be with the team again. I know I need to apologize to them.”  

“Good. That’s the maturity I knew you had. Keep up with what you’re doing Jeremy. We need you if we want to make this run. I’ve give you five minutes.”  

“Thank you, sir.”  I got up and went back to the locker room.  Linus was sitting in my stall. “Hey.”  

“You’re back.”  He looked me over. “And sober.”  

“I had help,” I replied. “Coach cleared me to practice. I just need to talk to the team. Coach gave me five.”  I pulled off my hoodie to start changing. Linus kept looking at me. “What?” 

“You seem different.” He looked at me up and down.  

“I’m feeling great. I took the time to think and reflect and I’m in a better headspace. I stopped drinking after you called and really took the time, you know.” 

Linus finally gave me a smile for the first time in a while. “I’m happy for you Jeremy. We’re all worried about you.  Andy talked to the team after the incident with Leia.”  

“He did?” I stood up from pulling my pads on. “What did he say?” 

“That he was ending his shutout. Said we needed to be a family to be a great team and it started with him.” Linus smiled. “He’s a good leader and will make a great father. That little girl will be loved and protected.”  

She’s having a girl. I can see it, Barber as a girl dad.  Leia loving her little girl in cute little dresses. A little Barber jersey, covered in sparkles. It was easy to picture that. And my heart didn’t hurt. Because I could see my own kids, with their jersey on.  

Standing with Stella.  

Huh, that’s new.  

I glide out to the ice first, wanting to get used to the cold air.  This is where I am the most centered. I stretch out my legs as I skate around the rink. I take deep breaths. I know that in five minutes, I need to face my team and make apologies that I know I owe them.  I left them in a lurch for very selfish reasons.  They are my family away from my family in Alaska. Linus is my best friend and my brother.  

I hear another pair of skates hit the ice and I see Andy and Luke on the ice as well.  I stop on the far side, and they skate up to me.  “Hey, Sway,” Andy said.  

“Cap.” I looked at Luke. “Luke.”  

“Jeremy."  Luke didn’t glare but his face showed he wasn’t very trusting.  

I took a breath. “Look, before the guys come out, Coach asked me to talk to the team and I will, but I wanted to talk to you first. I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry I thought that I could be so callous and disrespectful with Leia.” I looked down. “I apologized to her, and I don’t expect forgiveness from her. But I wanted to apologize to you both because I disrespected our friendship and brotherhood. I’m working on my attitude and I’m focusing on the game and the team.”  

It was quiet for a moment. “My sister is my whole world, Sway. You thinking she’s just some quick fuck hurt because I thought we were brothers.”  

“I know, Luke. I was very wrong. She deserves to be with someone who treats her like a queen.” I smile at Andy. “I know what you call her. She deserves to be with you.”  

Luke studies me for a minute and then he smiles. “Brothers?” He offers his hand.  

“Brothers.” I took his hand and he pulled me into a bro hug. It's kinda hard to hug like a bro which is why Ullmark and I hug the way we do.  

I turn when I hear the gate open again and the rest of the team hit the ice. Time to make things right.  

I’m sitting in front of my cubby, trying to get in the zone. Coach decided I was starting against Toronto tonight. I haven’t played in three weeks but the last two times I faced Toronto, we won. I have my headphones, Metallica drowning out the locker room sounds. I’m getting in the zone when the next song starts. And I can’t help but smile and take myself back to twelve days ago.  

I’m putting this song on your playlist.  

Which song? 

Its gonna be a surprise Sway. Just like me.  

I can see her smile. Her giggle that morning after, after another round. It was the afternoon, a few hours since I confronted Bret. 

As Taylor Swift’s The Man plays, I can see the whole game and I know, I’ve got this.  

The buzzard sounds and the roar of the crowd dulls my hearing. A shutout.  A fucking shutout against Buffalo. My team came over and congratulated me as per tradition. The last one is Linus.  It's always Linus. “Shutout baby! You got this!” 

“I got this!” I yell back before extending my arms and hugging Linus is our famous goalie hug. I’ve missed this. He didn’t do it with our back up. It's just a him and me thing. Coming off the ice, I’m stopped by media.  “You’re the first star of the game Sway.”  

I smile and wait for my name to be called. Linus pats my back and heads to the locker room. 

“And your first star of the game, taking 32 shots and a complete shutout, your goalie, number one, Jeremy Swwwwaaaayyyyymannnnn!!!!” 

I skate back onto the ice and toss my stick to a kid in the stands.  I come back and wipe my sweaty hair and sit next to our team reporter.  

“Jeremy, congratulations on the shutout!” 

“Thank you.”  

“You were out for a couple of weeks with a lower body injury. It seems like you’re feeling better.”  

“I feel great. The training staff here are top notched and got me back to 100%.” I smirk at my words.  

“Penguins are up next. You and Linus Ullmark usually trade off in net. Do you think that the coaches might change that?” 

“I hope not,” I say with a smile. “Its a winning combo and Linus and I are on the same page.  Whoever is in next gets the teams support.”  

“What about the team?”  

“The team is amazing and is playing at the next level. We are brothers and they had my back just like I have theirs. Can’t wait to make a playoff run with them.” 

“Thank you, Jeremy and congratulations.”  

“Thanks!” I stand and wave to the crowd. I get into the locker room and sit at my cubby again. I see my phone still has the last little bit on the song. It was great, having the win on a shutout. But something in my routine has changed. And I know exactly what it is.  

I clean up and head over to the trainers area.  I see Stella folding some towels. She looks adorable in her trainers uniform. I walk up to her, and she lifts her head and sees me. “Hey Sway! Nice shutout.”  

“Thank Stel.” I swallow. “Can I talk to you in private?” 

She wrinkles her brow in confusion.  She motions me into their office, and we sit on the couch. “What’s up Jer?” 

I look at my hands and resolve to not be chicken-shit.  

“I have a proposition for you, Stella.”

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Break Me Slowly|Part 22|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: Happy New Year to all of my lovely followers! What a better way to kick off this year than with another chapter of Break Me Slowly. Tomorrow is the end of the holidays so I can get back into a proper writing schedule with MHMM coming out. As always I hope you enjoy and reply to this post to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Her core burned for him, she was so needy she couldn't think straight. Had this separation taken a bigger toll on her than she thought? He was weak and wounded, she didn't have to do any of this, he couldn't force her to do anything, and yet she wanted it. He wasn't shredding the clothes from her body, she was taking them off willingly. She refused to let the momentum slow, noticing his interest in her bare chest and putting his hands on her. Levi pinched and squeezed, making her body clench on nothing, the wetness soaking through her panties.

Evelyn started to grind down on his hips, needing any friction to hold herself together. The rock hard bulge rose to meet her, instincts taking over as she rocked her hips faster.

A gasp caught in her throat when he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking, nibbling and flicking the hard point with his tongue. Each circle he made sent a jolt of desire straight to her cunt. She needed him, oh how she needed him.

Finally she pulled his face away from her breast, forcing her tongue into his mouth and earning a groan from the usually emotionless captain. He was letting her win this fight for authority, he wanted to see how much she wanted it. Most likely it was all ammo to be used in his manipulative arsenal but when he was this hard and she was this wet who the hell cared.

Their bodies belonged together. They yearned for each other. Maybe Levi was right, they were meant to be. Two assholes destined to kill and destroy anything in their path for the sake of winning this little game. They would burn the world to the ground if it meant triumph over the other and bragging rights. Perhaps the world should be afraid of Eldians, at this moment the fate of humanity was irrelevant compared to the passion and heat between them.

His dick was leaking in anticipation, desperate to be buried in her warm folds. Painfully hard and perfect, perfect to be deep inside her. Levi was so compliant and willing to let her have her way it was almost unnerving, so she hesitated, looking to him for permission.

"That's right, give in my dear."

All at once he's inside her, when she sits fully down on his hips he's so deep it feels like he's in her stomach. Evelyn can't help it, her body moves on its own, rocking with such desperation. Moans and gasps fall freely, her hands on his arms digging in to his flesh as all the sensations are too much.

He holds her steady, hands on hips guiding her to find a good rhythm. Every so often stilling her movements to sheath himself as deep as possible, ensuring she feels every inch and vein. Praises come from him when she's willing, calling her a good girl and encouraging her to do more.

She jumps and tries swatting his hand away when his thumb finds her clit, every jerk of the hips rubbing his digits against that bundle of nerves. He keeps his finger pressed firmly, determined to drive her over the edge and squeezing every drop of cum out of him.

All at once the familiar warm tingle washes over her entire body, making her ride him feverishly to continue the high for as long as possible. Her moans loud enough anyone could hear as she cries out his name over and over, as if begging him to stop and begging him to keep going all at once.

When she's through his dick twitches inside her as his cum fills her, his breathing slowly returning to normal when she collapses onto his chest.

As touch starved as he was, Levi desired nothing more than Evelyn willingly in his arms, holding her tight and kissing her forehead. "That's my girl."

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The return to camp was awkward to say the least. Evidently even in a forest of this size passionate sex would not go unnoticed. For fear of their hide no one would dare mention it however.

Reiner especially seemed distraught. Deep down he believed that what they had done was forced by the ruthless Captain and poor Evelyn was threatened to take care of his lust. The look of pure satisfaction in her eyes a coincidence of course. One of these days he would wring that midget's neck and then Evelyn would be free, free to be his. They could both forget the war, and be happy. According to what Evelyn had said in Marley no one believed her plight, perhaps it was time to expose Levi for the monster he really was.

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Later that night Reiner fumed over the closeness husband and wife shared. With so many men present Levi seemed especially possessive, never once letting his hand leave her thigh, and taking turns glaring at all present to ensure no one would challenge his authority. Hange wasn't spared from his gaze either, even though she would never think of trying anything with a married woman, it seemed Levi wouldn't put it past even her. His attitude and arrogance sent Reiner over the edge, he couldn't take it anymore, Levi thought he could get away with anything because of his status and strength. Well now it was everyone against him with no legality standing in their way of teaching this runt a lesson.

"Something wrong Reiner?" Since it was Evelyn who asked, the sole burning gaze of hatred was settled on Reiner from Levi.

"It's nothing." He mumbled, dropping his eyes.

"Oh, well if you're sure."

The gaze of smug satisfaction on the Captain's face at Reiner's cowardice pushed him to speak up regardless.

"Actually, there is." He pauses, taking turns looking at everyone. "My problem is when a man can get away with raping a woman and holding her hostage while everyone commends him as a great hero."

The look of warning flashes in Levi's eyes, daring him to say anything more and promising a consequence.

"What are you talking about Reiner?" The barely hidden annoyance in Jean's voice just adds to Reiner's frustration at the naivety of his now comrades.

"I'm talking about your beloved Captain Levi. The measures he's taken to ensure Evelyn is a docile servant destined to wait on him hand and foot."

A look of shock comes to Evelyn's face, disbelief in the fact Reiner would attempt to expose Levi here and now of all places. Whereas the Captain's jaw twitched, moments away from publicly executing this insolent cur.

"I know you have some hard feelings against Levi for what happened to Bertholdt but that's a bit too far." Hange's frown signified her disproval of this sudden attack on her friend.

"It's not far enough. Words don't do justice the horrific torture that man has placed on an innocent woman. And you all defend him because he lies through his rotten teeth!"

"Reiner enough-" Evelyn's voice is weaker than he had ever hoped to hear, she was trying to protect him from Levi's wrath.

"I can't just sweep this under the rug Evelyn! After all he's done to you he deserves to be hung in front of everyone as they expose him for what he is!" He stands and points a finger at Levi, who is uncharacteristically calm. "Well!? Don't you have anything to say!?"

Levi sighs, as if too bored to deal with this. "Have you any evidence?"

"Evidence? I have your own wife's confession!" He forcibly softens his gaze and looks at Evelyn. "It's okay, you can tell them."

The silence is heavy, she looks between the two and then the rest of those gathered. Levi's eyebrow is raised, a silent threat but also curious as to what she'll do.

"Levi..." She hesitates, making up her mind. She could be free right now, someone believes her and would back her up. Or she could continue the life she's been living with this man.

Reiner gives her an encouraging smile, prompting her to speak.

Finally she sighs, her mind made up. "Levi is a loving husband, I couldn't ask for a better friend and confidant."

The Captain's face contorts in a smug grin, pleased with her response. Whereas Reiner's face falls into despair and disgust.

"He's threatening her to say that! Can't you see that she feels she has to say that?"

"Enough Reiner, you've lost. I'll forgive these insults you've hurled against me if you drop it right now."

"Forgive me? Don't waste your breath, this isn't over you bastard. I'll find some way to make sure you never see the light of day again." With that he storms off, causing Connie to call after him.

"Where are you going?"

"To find somewhere else to sleep, I wouldn't put it past that devil to slit my throat." He marches off, vowing under his breath to get even with that smug son of a bitch.