#if i'm gunna expose him

[sugarpasteltmnt]

When I was reading your recent chapter for a moment I thought that the guys would see while checking the cameras that Neon Void was gonna take off the mask and see their brother's face, I was so nervous in each reading word. Thank goodness I was wrong •w•'

hehe-- I WAS tempted to go that rout, but I wanted to tease you all a bit longer 🩵

I know you’ve all been VERY patient (thank u so much weh) but pls wait a bit longer!!

but trust me

you'll know when we're close ( ꈍωꈍ )

[upsidedownmvnson]

midnight ideas | eddie munson smut

warnings: sex, unprotected, oral (f receiving), friends to lovers, minimal plot

AN: im so down bad, but its my birthday so happy day to us all

It was midnight when you knocked on the trailer door, but you knew Wayne wasn't home, and you'd never felt bad about waking Eddie up before. He probably wasn't even sleeping. Lights flicked on and off in the windows before Eddie swung the door open, clad only in sweatpants and leaning on the door, looking a little too hot for a best friends' comfort.

But that didn't matter.

You were here to be a freak.

Here to ask something weird from your best friend, that probably crossed a line or two.

"I need a favour," you asked before any greetings were exchange. You'd biked from your house, which was far enough that you thought you looked a bit like a mess, but from Eddie's perspective you were hot as fuck. Your clothes were all unaligned, and your hair was a mess, like you knew he fantasized about threading his hair through it. "I need you to leave hickeys on my chest."

Eddie looked at you, as if waiting for you to say more. "Okay, well come in. But I'm gunna need a little more context."

"You know that guy I was seeing who just stopped calling and stopped coming by, well he's moved on already, it's been like a minute..."

"A month."

"A minute." You waved Eddie off, sitting on his couch casually like you weren't just asking your best friend to put his mouth all over you. "And I didn't even really like him but then he was like 'sure you do' when I said I have a date tonight." You scoffed and crossed your arms, rolling your eyes at the audacity of the man you had lied to.

"Did you have a date tonight?"

"Not the point."

Eddie laughed. "And you need, what? Proof?"

"Something like that."

Out of nowhere you pulled your shirt over your head, exposing yourself to him. You still had a bra on, purple and flattering, but Eddie was stunned into silence. He tried to speak, but all the words got caught in his throat, leaving him to just stare wide eyed at the presentation before him.

"Anyway, I don't want them on my neck because I don't need to broadcast this to everyone but..." you looked at Eddie who was staring at your boobs, not moving a muscle. Both of his hands placed neatly on his lap. "Oh c'mon, don't be a baby."

"I-I'm not, I just..." Eddie's eyes flashed up to your face, meeting you where you were looking at him. "You're beautiful."

You smiled. "Thanks Eds."

When he didn't move again, you swatted his hands off his lap, and you spun around to sit on his lap facing him. Your hands were on his shoulders, holding yourself steady on him. Eddie's voice was lost again, and his hands hovered in the air behind you, unsure of where to touch. Beneath you, Eddie was already rock hard, his wildest fantasies were literally falling right into his lap, but you didn't feel it yet.

"Obviously you don't have to," you said, back arching slightly into him, your bodies kept apart by only your bra. Everywhere skin connected to Eddie made your skin burn. He was warmth. He was comfort and warmth and home, and you were waiting for him to sink his teeth into you.

The threat of losing this closeness to you made him put his hands on your hips, the roughness of his skin was delicious against the softness of yours. Even touching you made his cock twitch in his sweatpants, but he was hidden behind the band.

"Just give me a second to process this baby," he said, he'd never called you that before and it made you clench, but it also made your heart flutter.

The tension of waiting for him made a knot in your abdomen build, and you felt yourself getting wet over the situation you'd put yourself in. You'd never thought about, but looking at Eddie like this, and thinking about him like this, was really making you horny. If he tried, you'd probably let him do more than kiss you.

Eddie's thumbs ran soothingly across your rib cages, looking up at you, his beautiful eyes looking at you like this made things feel different. You weren't thinking about some loser who didn't call you, you were thinking about Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He was taking over your senses. And then he did it. He reached forward and kissed a small section of your collarbone, before gently bringing it into his mouth, sucking a sinful little kiss into this skin.

Eddie hands trailed up your back slowly, shivers replaced his heat on your body. His lips were still attached to you, sucking slowly and sweetly on your collarbone. His hands around you kept you close, preventing you from shying away, but you wanted to be close anyway. You want him to keep kissing you like this. You wanted him to kiss you everywhere.

You moved your hands to his hair, practically coddling him and keeping him close to you, tugging at fistfulls everytime he switched to a new location to kiss. You shimmied in his lap, making him bite you lightly, and grip you tighter in his hands. It may have been a warning, but you ignored it and moved again, this time moaning quietly.

"If you don't stop that you're gunna start something you can't finish," he mumbled, hands moved again, gripping your hips just tight enough to hold you still.

"You know what would really piss that guy off?" you mumbled, and Eddie flinched at the words. He didn't really want to be thinking of the other man on your mind right now. "Was if he thought you and I really did it."

"How so?" Eddie replied, but reattached himself to the soft felsh peaking out of your bra. He wasn't going to waste this opportunity.

"I don't know," you mused, but you did. "Maybe I can wear that short little skirt to school, and maybe you can leave hickeys... I don't know, on my thigh?"

Eddie froze.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking up at you.

Your judgement was so clouded with lust for your best friend, it was pathetic.

"Please," you begged, pouting in a way you knew would make him fold.

But you didn't really need to, Eddie nodded softly and quickly, swallowing his nerves. you got off him, unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your legs. Eddie kept staring, he discovered your lack of panties without warning, and couldn't look away from the prettiest sight he'd ever scene. You unclipped your bra saying, "Guess we might as well take this off too."

"Come here," he said, holding out his hand and gesturing you back over by curling his two middle fingers towards himself. "On the couch."

You laid down, head on the armrest, suddenly a little shy at the prospect of having Eddie kissing you between the legs.

You mean... on the legs...

Eddie was on his knees, in-between your spread legs, leaning on the back of the couch so he could lean over you a little bit. One of your legs was draped over his, and he ran his hand up it, staring at the beautiful sight until it burned into a memory he won't forget.

"Are you really sure?" he asked, "this is intimate."

"You don't have to," you said, embarassed.

"Oh, I want to." His hand stopped trailing on your hip. "But I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me later."

His voice was laced with hints of vulnerability, you could hear it. You could see the way his head hung a little lower when he said that. You leaned up, placing your lips on his for a very soft, tender kiss.

"Eddie, I always feel the most comfortable when I'm with you."

And he couldn't even process the compliment. He kissed you again, casual, as if this wasn't his first and second kiss with his best friend that he's been crushing on forever.

He scooched his knees back so he could lay down a little, lowering his head to fall between your legs. He put a hand under your knee, lifting your leg ever so gently towards his mouth, looking at you like he expected you to pull away. But you said nothing.

He kissed the soft kiss on the inside of your thigh, above your knee. You watched him, the sight of him so close to your heat was unforgettable.

Eddie sucked a little spot, the purple mark left was small and shallow. He wasn't leaving them to be seen anybody else, and you could tell. But it felt so good and you didn't care, you kinda, didn't want to share. Eddie kissed a little higher, and did the same thing. And then moved... one kiss higher. And right when you were about to ask him to kiss you, really kiss you, he switched sides, repeating them same, slow, tantalizing kisses.

Meanwhile, Eddie was going fucking insane. Your leg was in his fucking mouth. Things would never be platonic again. He had to pretend he couldn't smell how aroused, and wet you were. Had to pretend he wasn't trying to rub his dick on the couch cushions just to get an iota of relief. It was his big performance.

"Eddie..." you said, and when he looked up at your big pleading eyes, the lust coming off you in waves, he knew.

This time, he didn't stop going higher, he trailed kissed all the way up your thigh, bit your hip unexpectedly to make you gasp, and then dove into your pussy, kissing where your pussy met your mound. Eddie was kissing you like this and looking up at you with those eyes. Those fucking eyes. You moaned, the anticipation alone making you writhe.

He licked up and down your folds, letting himself taste and explore every inch. You were so wet.

He snuck his hand under his chin, teasing your hole with one proding digit. It slipped in, your walls wet, and warm, and tight, and the sensation around his finger nearly made him blow his load.

His tongue slid perfectly over your clit and you jerked, moaning sharply and bucking your hips into his face, the pleasure of it sending sparks down your thighs. He repeated the same move, using one hand to spread your lips open and take note of where he was touching. He was memorizing you. Memorizing each and every move that made you moan. He wanted to make you cum so bad. Wanted you to cum for him.

"Feels so good, Eddie."

Groaning at the sound of his name, he slipped in another finger, making you moan again. The slight stretching of learning someone knew was always your least favourite part, but turns out, you just needed Eddie. He made you feel good because he wanted to, he was happy to have his head between your legs, eating you out like he was starving, and with no promise of sex.

But you were pretty sure you were going to fuck him. If he wanted you, he could take you.

He sucked your clit again, and your walls tightened. He curled one of the fingers inside you gently, experimenting, and when you gasped, he continued on that spot, hitting it again and again and again while you got impossibly tight around his fingers, moaning and writhing like a fucking pornstar. He was so in love.

"I want to cum," you moaned, "can I? Please?"

You were asking him to cum. Eddie was dizzy. All the sensations, being squeezed, smelling you, tasting you, the delicious pain of you gripping his hair like you were going to fall... it was all too much. Too sweet. Too hot. Eddie bucked his own hips into the couch, desperate to be touched.

He pulled away just enough to growl, "you better cum on my face," and then dive back into his clitoral assault, kissing and licking it like it was the answer to his prayers.

Which really, it was.

And you came, loudly, moaning loud enough for the whole damn park to know what Eddie just did to you. Through every wave of pleaser, you and Eddie had your eyes locked on each other. This was what you really wanted. You didn't care about some prick, you cared about Eddie. It's always been Eddie.

You kept moaning as Eddie continued to massage and suck you through your orgasm, stopping only when you tried tugging him up to you. He held himself above you, letting you pull his face down to kiss him. All tongue and teeth, more desperate than anything. Eddie could love you after he fucked you. The way you looked at him, blissed out and still squirming your hips, he knew it wasn't over.

He thanked god it wasn't over yet.

"Go to my room," he said, kissing you again, taste of your sweet still on his lips. And evidence of your orgasm remained unwiped, glistening on the skin all around his mouth. You did what he said obediently, almost running to the room with him on your tail.

You started crawling onto the bed, putting your knees on the edge, but before you could climb on, a large hand pushed you into between your shoulder blades, making you land doggy style and exposing your ass and pussy to Eddie. He had taken his pants off, but really couldn't wait one more second. The bed dipped behind you, and you felt him pushing the tip of his cock against your unsuspecting cunt. You gasped, waiting patiently for him to do. The suspense of his dick slowly trailing up your folds without penetrating you was going to drive you crazy.

"Can I do it, baby?" he asked, running the tip up and down your sopping wet folds. He felt how tight you were against two fingers, he was going to be fighting not to finish fast, he knew that. "Please, beautiful, let me do it."

His dick hit the divet of your hole, and he groaned, stopping himself to wait for your answer.

"Eddie," you moaned, the feeling of him pressed against your core wasn't enough. You looked over your shoulder, glassy eyes begging for more relief. He could've blown at the sight of your cock-drunk eyes. And he hadn't even fucked you yet. "Please, fuck me."

Not wasting another second he pushed himself in, fighting playfully against the tightness of your walls. You moaned, shocked at how thick he was, but loving every second. You welcomed him in, pussy so tight and wet and fucking warm that he had to take a few deep breaths before he could fully push himself in.

He pulled entirely out, to slowly push entirely in a few times, taking his time to stretch you before doing anything harder. He said another prayer right then, a prayer that this wasn't the only time. He needed you, and you needed him. And you were already a moaning mess in his arms.

Once you were comfortable, he started really thrusting, keeping the pace steady. He had to close his eyes and take deep breaths again. Just looking at you while he hit it from behind? Too much.

Eddie slapped your ass once. And then finally looked down to see what it looks like. He loved watching your ass jiggle as he fucked you, your cheeks slamming against his abdomen.

"M-Maybe he'll see how-"

"Enough!" Eddie couldn't hear you bring up that fucking idiot one more time. "I'm gunna fuck that guy right out of your mind," Eddie grabbed one of your arms making your chest fall into the bed. He grabbed the other and held them both captive in one of his hands, and used his other hands to slap you on the ass, hard. He did it three more times, your moaning egging him on. But when you started moaning his name, repeating it over and over, he knew he had to get you there. He wouldn't last much longer, not with you intentionally squeezing your walls around him. He spanked you twice more more rough than the rest, followed by a smaller gentler tap. A small, good girl, without words.

Eddie squeezed your reddened ass cheek, as he hammered into you, but released to use his hand to grip a fistful of your hair, pushing you down deeper into the mattress. Your ass was up in the air, while Eddie fucked your pussy relentlessly. He was so deep, hitting parts of you that no one had ever touched. You wanted to praise him. You wanted to thank him for fucking you so good, and tell him how good you felt. You wanted to shower him with praises for fucking you better than anyone ever had, but the only thing that came out was a string of moan and unintelligible syllables of unfinished words.

But you didn't need to say it anyway, Eddie knew.

He could tell by the way your cunt squeezed him greedily, or everytime you caught his eye over your shoulder, glossy and pleasured, how he'd like to see you more often.

It was starting to ache how deeply he pounded you, when he suddenly let go of your hair so he could wrap an arm under you, and get his fingers on your clit. His body was pushed against yours even more, his dick staying deeper and repeatedly hitting a spot that was making you stupid. Eddie saw drool puddling at the corner of your mouth at the mattress, and your pussy dripped down both of your legs. He licked his lips at the sight. You unable to speak, drooling, moaning, and letting him have his fucking way with you.

"You're gunna cum," he said, a fact not a question. "All over this cock, fuck baby, you're so hot," Eddie was trying to keep it together but failing. He'd wanted this forever, and now that he had it, he wasn't going to last. "Are you gunna cum, baby?"

You nodded in his grip, but he held your hair tighter. He wanted to hear you. A strangled, "please," was what you managed.

"Good fucking girl, oh my god," Eddie praised, his fingers on your clit were softer in contrast to the deep pounding. The circles the rubbed over it were sensual, and hot, and going to make you explode. "Cum on my cock babe, do it." Eddie let go of your arms, and immediately they fell beside you, hands grabbing at the sheets pathetically. He grabbed one, and brought your own hand to your own clit. "And when you do," Eddie picked his pace up, gripping your hips in both hands now. "you're fucking mine."

It shouldn't have made you orgasm harder than you ever have in your life, but it did. The concept of Eddie owning your pussy all the time made you come all over him like he wanted, squeezing him so tightly that he couldn't help but bury it as deep as possible and coat your walls, holding your hips unwaveringly tight and pushing himself into you impossibly far to coax himself through his climax.

"Oh my fucking god," he mumbled, eyes closed and cock still buried deep inside you, twitching with sensitivity.

When he pulled out, you both moaned. You flipped over slowly, sitting upright on the bed.

"Eddie," you whispered, suddenly overthinking everything you just did. You couldn't lose Eddie, he was too important.

But he knew you. So he sat beside you, cooing and patting your hair. He kissed you on the cheek.

"Hey, listen," he said, scooping up a hand to hold and looking you in the eyes. His eyes were glassy from cumming so hard in you, but also filled with adoration and love. His gooey eyes could calm you from any state. Eddie encouraged you to stand, walking with you to the bathroom, hands locked tightly together. "I say we take a shower, make a snack, throw a movie on, and fall asleep. Hmm? How's that sound, petal?"

"Petal?"

"Pretty right?" He said, turning the shower on. "I figured I want something pretty, but not overdone. Babe is classic, but overdone."

"To call me?"

"To call my girlfriend," he said, you blushed but said nothing. He smiled. "Look, if you really came over here just to make some douche jealous that's fine, but... if you want me to love you, well, you already have that."

"I love you too, Eddie."

"Sorry it wasn't like, nicer." Eddie smiled at you, content to just be here with you. "For our first time, I mean."

You laughed, "no, it was perfect."

[bringthekaos]

In one the AMA with the writers from Arcane (I think it was Christian Linke but I'm not sure), said that one of the keys to building their characters respective narrative arcs was to "forcing them to make an impossible choice between two things they can't sacrifice" (for example, Silco having to pick between Jinx and Zaun; Marcus choice between protecting his daughter and keeping the peace between the cities vs exposing himself; Vi between Cait and Jinx)

Makes me wonder, what is going to be the "impossible choice" for Viktor and Jayce next season? 🤔🤔

Ouch, this one’s gunna hurt… (TW suicide mention)

I think Viktor kinda sorta already faced it. Or the beginning of it, anyway. The first choice—to die. To give up fighting. To lose everything. To leave this world before he made a mark on it, helped the people he set out to help. Or to survive his terminal illness, take back control, but with the knowledge that he cost Sky her life, and in so doing made the one critical error he never meant to make. To quote Heimerdinger himself, “no great science should ever put lives in danger.” He would always know that, in order to live, he had to sacrifice the very foundation of who he is—“to improve lives, not to take them.”

And we saw him choose option 3. Death, on his own terms. But Jayce stopped him, and I think it’s only going to lead to more destruction of Viktor’s psyche. He’s going to lose everything, possibly be banished by his lover only friend. And I think the ensuing rage and grief will swing him to choose the other option; life, on his own terms. Life that makes him sacrifice who he is. But at that point, I think he’s going to realize that who he was… is already dead. He already lost everything. So taking that final step toward becoming the Machine Herald won’t even be a hard one.

And as for Jayce, I really do think it’s going to revolve around Viktor. What Viktor did will likely come to light—his self-experimentation (which I foresee them calling ‘mutilation’), drug smuggling, and the subsequent killing of Sky. It’s a violation of their ethos, and in the wake of Jinx’s attack, what remains of the council will want their pound of flesh. And I’m assuming Jayce will still be the de-facto head of the council, so it’ll all come down to him.

I don’t think Piltover has a death penalty… so the options will likely be Stillwater Prison or banishment. But Viktor has a lot of knowledge of Hextech, knowledge that I foresee the council wanting to keep out of Zaun. So they will all lean for Stillwater. But Jayce still cares about Viktor, he understands why he did what he did, even if he doesn’t condone it. He wants to protect Viktor, wants to give him a chance. And this leaves him with an impossible choice—send his lover partner to Stillwater Prison, where he will suffer before eventually dying in there, locked away and all alone. Or… banishment. Equally grim, but Zaun is resourceful, they have Chemtech and body mods… maybe someone can help him, maybe someone can save him.

So he banishes his lover best friend.

But I do have a theory on this—Viktor will know how this judgement is going to play out long before the verdict. He knows the council, and… he knows Jayce. He’s seen how Jayce bends to them, how he allows himself to be cowed and corrupted by the pressure. And unfortunately, he’s seen how wrong he was to think “Jayce will understand.”

So he will probably sneak into the lab, steal the Hexclaw and the Hexcore, and leave for Zaun of his own volition. If he can’t trust his partner and lover best friend, then he can trust only one person. Himself.

[dispatchwithlove]

I'll have you know that I talked with friends ages ago about Shepard resting her cheek in his palm about how much trust you have to have bc god turians could rip you(a human) apart!

Then you put it in writing and I nearly combusted. I have to take some floor time.

I can tell that the fic is gunna destroy me in the best way

Dude, don't get me started on the topic of physical vulnerability in romance/sex! You already have though, so here goes, sorry (I'm not).

As an unashamed monster fucker/monster romancer, this is what it's all about! There is something so moving, so entrancing about a character finding safety, comfort, and pleasure from a character that possesses traits that frighten others, especially physically. Scenes where Belle softened her nerves and touched Beast tenderly shook me as a child! The bravery, vulnerability, and kindness it took is so touching. His huge mits that just swipe wolves away, the sharp claws on his thick fingers...and she just puts her tiny little hand in his, trusting him to be gentle with her! UGH! My heart.

Have you watched or read The Ancient Magus Bride? It's probably my favorite monster themed story. There's this scene where Elias (who looks scary even in his "normal" form) busts out into full scary monster mode and just SHREDS something that hurts Chise, and when it's over he's self conscious and ashamed, not wanting her to see him like that, and her reaction is so beautiful! She accepts him as is, and offers him assurance and kindness. UGH! My heart!

Monster fucking/romancing, to me at least, is all about accepting someone who's different, but it's also about finding comfort and safety in something you're supposed to fear. It's about finding beauty and attraction in features you're supposed to fear, like sharp claws/talons, sharp teeth, etc. It's about a character allowing themself to be vulnerable and trust that the other character is going to be tender. Because that's what love really is, right? Exposing your vulnerabilities to someone and trusting that they'll treat you with tenderness. That you'll open yourself up to someone, letting them see all of your imperfections and insecurities, and they'll still love you, protect you, be gentle with you. Portraying this emotional vulnerability through literal physical vulnerability just works so beautifully. It's a literal "you could hurt me right now, but I'm going to trust you and give myself to you anyway."

Ok, and there's also a lot of great play between pleasure and pain in sex scenes, if you're into that. Talons pinching into thighs, teeth raking across skin, etc.

So yes I will jump at any chance to depict this. Garrus and Shepard fit this so well because turians are apex predators, their teeth and talons are sharp, they look fast and agile, and god damn are they beautiful. And they're tall and have huge hands! They're ripe for monster fucking/romancing themes. In this fic in particular (it was titled Invisible String originally but the rewritten version will be titled and posted as Singularity) vulnerability and trust will play important roles in Shepard and Garrus's relationship, so of course I had to bust out some displays of trust juxtaposed with scary anatomy. Garrus in Archangel mode is a threatening sight (which I effing love), so having Shepard meet him and find comfort and safety in his presence gets my heart beating.

I'm so happy you enjoyed that little bit where she rests her cheek in his palm! There will be lots of Shepard seeking comfort from a dom-leaning Garrus in that fic.

I hope to post soon, but my silly brain is telling me it's not good enough yet so I keep poking at it. Crossing my fingers that the rest of the chapter makes you combust too 😊

Thanks for sending me this! I'll always get up on a podium to talk Shepard/Garrus, romance writing, and monster loving ❤️

[pragerswoman]

Not your good boy

Pairing: Miles X Jake sully

A/n: I got a bit carried away with this and sorry if this is bad this is my first time writing hope you all enjoy

Warnings: smut (mdni) NSFW

Jake Sully stood at the edge of the cliff, his yellow eyes scanning the vast horizon. The sky was a canvas of fiery oranges and reds as the sun set over the vast forest of pandora. He had grown to love this strangely beautiful world, but tonight it felt strangely quiet. The usual pattern of wildlife was replaced by an intense stillness, something was very off.

As the last sliver of light disappeared the silence was shattered by the distant thunder of military engines, Jake's heart sank. He knew that sound all too well. The RDA had found him. He quickly turned to his left, reaching for the bow slung over his shoulder, his hand wrapping around the smooth bioluminescent grip of his weapon.

The first chopper broke through the tree line, it's spotlight scanning the group like a giant predator Jake dove into the foliage his heart hammering as he tried to blend in. But he had already been seen.

I'm a split second, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and everything had begun to go fuzzy. A tranquilisizer dart had found its target, injecting him with a powerful drug. His muscles shut down causing him to let go of his bow, he hit the ground hard.

The next thing Jake realised when he woke up was that he was in a cold, stark cell, the metal walls echoing the distant hum of machinery. Above him, a single, harsh lightbulb flickered, casting eerie shadows across the floor. His eyes adjusted to the dimness, and he saw colonel miles quaritch standing over him, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. The man's eyes glinted with a mix of triumph and malice.

Jake tried to sit up, but his limbs remained unresponsive. He was strapped down to a cold metal table, his body vulnerable and exposed. The colonel leaned in closer, his breath hot against Jake's ear. "You know, I've always admired your spirit, but now it's time to break it." He stepped back, his boots clicking against the concrete floor as he circled the table enjoying the power dynamic.

The smell of leather fills the room as miles pulled the thick, military grade belt from his combat pants. Jake's eyes widen, his heart racing. He was well awake of the pain that could come from such a tool, but he never associated it with his own body before. The colonel's hand caressed the belt, his eyes never leaving Jake's. " You're going to learn who's in charge here," he said his voice low and menacing.

Jake felt a strange mix of fear and arousal. He had always had a bit of an authority kink, and now, in the most dire of circumstances, it was coming to the forefront of his mind. The anticipation was almost unbearable as Quaritch doubled the belt and smacked it against his palm, the sound echoing through the room. The colonel's eyes held dark excitement, as if he knew the effect his actions would have on the young navi.

Miles leaned in his handsome face inches from Jake's. "Your gunna call me sir from now on," he ordered, his voice seductive whisper. Jake's mouth was dry, but he managed to choke out the word. The colonel's smile grew, "good boy," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He stepped back, his boots clicking as he positioned himself at the foot of the table. He paused, savouring the moment before raising the belt high above his head.

The first strike came swift and hard, landing across Jake's bare back with a resounding crack. Pain exploded through Jake's body, but it was also mixed with something else, a thrill that sent electricity coursing through his veins. Jake gritted his teeth, his eyes squeezed shut as he waited for the next blow. " Count em," miles ordered his voice firm and commanding. "One," Jake whimpered.

The second blow fell, then the third, each harder than the last. Jake's back burned. Yet, he found himself responding to Miles dominance, his body reacting in ways he didn't understand. With each slap of the leather against his skin, he felt more like he belonged to Miles but refused to accept it.

The room was filled with the rhythmic sound of the belt hitting flesh, punctuated by Jake's increasingly ragged counting. The pain was intense, but it was the pain he found himself craving, as if it were a strange twisted kind of sustenance. He could feel the Colonel's power, his control, and it was intoxicating.

The colonel's hand travelled down Jake's body resting on his crotch. He squeezed hard and Jake gasped. " That's right," Quaritch said, his voice a low growl. "You're mine now."

Despite the pain Jake felt something else stirring inside him. Anger. Defiance. He was not just a toy for this man to play with. He was a warrior, a protector. And with each blow, that anger grew, fueling his determination to survive, to fight back.

Miles leans in again, his breath hot and moist on Jake's skin. " Say it," he hissed." Your mine." But instead of bowing down Jake spits out " I will never be yours."

The room went silent for a moment, the only sound being the harsh panting of the two men. Then with a roar of fury miles brought his knee up in a swift brutal motion, slamming it into Jake's balls. Jake howled in agony.

Miles grabbed Jake's face, his grip like iron and forced him to look into his eyes." You're mine," he repeated. " And I'll prove it." He says low and dangerous pulling away.

The colonel's hand hovered over Jake's balls, the belt still gripped in his fist." You think you're so tough," he sneered. " Let's see how you handle this." And with that he brought the belt down, the buckle striking Jake's tender flesh with a sickening thud.

Tears of pain and humiliation stung Jake's eyes, but he refused to give Quaritch the satisfaction of seeing him break. Through gritted teeth, he growled, " I am Jake sully of the Omaticaya." It was a declaration of identity, a reminder that no matter what the colonel did to him, he could never truly own him.

The beatings continue, each more agonising than the last. Jake's cries grew ragged, his voice hoarse from screaming. But with every blow, ha found a new reason to resist, a new spark of anger to feed his spirit. He was not just a plaything for this man to use and discard. He was part of pandora and would fight for it, fight for himself, until his very last breath. Jake lays there, his body a mass of bruises and pain, but his spirit remains untouched. He had not given into the colonel's demands, had not let the agony break him. And in that moment as the belt hovered in the air, poised for another crushing blow, something unexpected happened. The pain in Jake's balls grew more intense, morphing into a strange, overwhelming sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating. His eyes rolled back in his head, and a sound that was part scream, part moan escaped as he exploded causing cum to go everywhere.

Miles paused, his hand still raised, a look of confusion flashing across his face. Then understanding dawned on him, and his smile grew even more wicked." Looks like you're enjoying this more than you're letting on." He said,His voice filled with mockery." Such a good boy."

Jake's eyes snapped open, the haze of pain and pleasure momentarily clearing." I am not your good boy," he snarled his voice a mix of anger and agony." And I will never be."

Written for the lovely @manskslittlewhore hope you like it lovely 😊

[hellhound5925]

One shot (Idk why I always call them this because you know they’ll have more than one part but anyways…) - Sargent Hunter (Peep Captain Rex)

Warnings:

18+, Angst, Flirting, Smut, Yeah Idk I'm bad at warnings. Rex heartbreak 🫣 sorry but he's not gunna get the girl this time 😅

Masquerade (Part One)

Summary:

I'm going to use an OC's name who I have created in my mind but not written for yet, Circe for this fic but feel free to read it as whoever you want. I'm just not a fan of using y/n. Also you must know, I'm a huge Ghost fan and will be using their music specifically, Dance Macabre. That was definitely the inspo for this!

When Hunter originally invited me...I honestly was going to say no...I mean its not that I don't like the guy because I do...I really do but, I felt like the only reason he asked me was because he felt like he had to....and now here I am...being stood up...

The air is filled with music as I lean against the pillar, watching as couples dance along. What a stupid idea...I knew he wouldn't come...why would someone like him be interested in someone like me... Glancing down at the cold glass in my hand, I watch  as the condensation drips down the side. I swirl the glass, the soft clink of the ice against the glass hitting my ears as the whiskey swirls it around. Quickly downing the rest of it, I feel the need adjust my dress - which honestly was my new favorite - before glancing across the room in the large frameless mirror, my reflection (or the whiskey) providing me with a bit of confidence.

My dress is a bright red at the bottom and it makes it way up my body it obmres from that bright red, to black, to a deep blood red at my neck. The neckline comes to a point between my collar bones before splitting off into two thin straps that trace their way back over my collar bones and over the back side of my shoulders, plunging down my back. Crossing my arms that are covered to my elbow in black lacy gloves, I shiver briefly recalling that my back really is quite exposed.

My hair is braided with gold jewelry throughout, to one side of my head and falls in loose curls to my shoulder. The golden skull mask that reaches down my face stoping just above my painted red lips, shines in the lighting. I mentally thank Kirffing Maker no one can see the likely pathetic look on my face.

I watch through the mirror as Captain Rex of the 501st, dressed in a black and blue tux with silver accents, makes his way over to me. Rex was the first one I told about being invited by Hunter. His reaction was not one I had expected, it was like he was disappointed.

"Everything alright?" His voice is gentle and kind but not the one I was looking for. Sighing I turn to face him, "I think I'm being stood up." The smile on his face drops as he scans the room before turning back to me "Hunter didn't show?" I shake my head.

Rex hums to himself in thought, "You're welcome to join the boys and I if you want?" His kind gesture brings a smile to my face but I'm not really in the mood for Fives and Hardcase with their antics. "That's very kind Rex, but I think I'm alright for now" I flash him a small smile and watch as his eyes dart down to my lips for a moment.

His actions cause my smile to grow, "Starting to wish you had invited me Captain?" I tease. Rex and I are long time friends and often tease one another so naturally I couldn't help myself. However, I won't lie...he does look good in that suit...

Rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, he blushes like he's been caught, "No sir, but it's too bad Hunter's missing out." I roll my eyes and give him a playful shove back in the direction of the rest of the 501st. He laughs before giving me a lazy salute and starts to head back towards his battalion.

He stops suddenly and spins on his heel facing me again, "Circe?" "Yes Rex?" I sass, sort of not meaning to but also sort of meaning to. A grin spreads across his face as he strides back over to me, "Will you dance at least dance to one song with me?" he says rubbing his neck once again. I relax my shoulders and smile "Sure."

I offer him my hand in an overly exaggerated way. Rex chuckles and shakes his head at me before his gloved hand slides easily into mine. He gently leads me out to the dance floor, the bottom of my dress rustling behind me. He pulls my hand up to his shoulder while my other hand falls on his bicep, which is quite firm under my grasp. Looking into my eyes, they practically ask if he can touch me. He is always so respectful, one of the many qualities I always appreciated about him. Nodding my head, his hands fall gently on my waist making me feel tiny. I feel several sets of eyes on me, looking me over. I happen to notice Tup was blushing and smiling at me next to his partner - who was looking at me jealously.

Rex and I start to sway along to the music, bringing my attention back to him. For a moment, I'm out of breath as I look into his eyes. He ways such a good dancer, knowing exactly when he needed to step, or spin me around. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face, it was so enjoyable. Swaying like this felt like floating on a cloud and I find myself closing my eyes, momentarily forgetting the bitter feeling in my stomach because Hunter didn't show.

But there it was...that tiny voice in the back of my head whispering thoughts of what it would be like if Hunter was in Rex's place. How would he hold me? His touch? Would it send shivers down my spine?

Rex huffs a gentle laugh, "I'm glad you are at least starting to enjoy yourself." Opening my eyes, I feel a bit of shame for thinking about Hunter in the present of Rex - especially because I'm pretty sure I know how Rex feels about me. I can't lie, a part of me had always been attracted to Rex but the other part of me knows we're better friends. Suddenly I realize how lose we are and he closes the gap, leaning in closer. A mix of his scent and alcohol on his breath reaches my nose, as a nervousness bumbles up from my stomach "I-uh-" I stutter before clearing my throat. He seems to understand and backs off sheepishly.

"I should uh- check on the others. Make sure they stay out of trouble" he says rubbing the back of his neck. He turns like he's about to walk away but stops suddenly. Looking down I realize I'm whats preventing him, hand firmly wrapped around his wrist.  We both look down at my hand before making eye contact, and I let go of him.

"Rex, it's okay. I understand but please know you're like a brother to me." I'm sure my words stung but it was all I could come up with at the moment. With a curt nod, he makes his exit and I immediately guilt washes over me - Poor guy didn't deserve that but he'll understand. For a spit second, a part of me wishes I could change my feelings but my heart pulls me towards Hunter. It always has since that day...My eyes dart around the room and I realize I'm in the middle of the dance floor...alone. I mentally curse myself before deciding after that exchange it's time for another drink and some air.

Leaning against the bar, I order another whiskey on the rocks. While I wait for the bar tender to fill my order I tap my fingers on the bar impatiently. After a few moments, I curse myself for doing that because I did just get my nails done...

The bar tender pulls me from my thoughts by sliding the glass over to me, the ice clinking against the sides. I nod my thanks and take a sip. The burning liquid making it's presence known the entire way to my stomach, I welcome the feeling as if to punish myself for not being good enough for the man I'm crushing on.

Once my glass is empty, I slide it back across the bar and head towards the balcony. The elegance of the doors stops me in my tracks for a moment - this feels like a scene out of one of those cheesy holofilms I've been forced to watch with Echo before...I love him but this is so cliche. I grab the silver handles before gently pushing them open. The curtains sweep across the floor following the sudden air flow.

Part Two here.

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Love You (BuckyBarnesxReader)

A/N: Here is the long awaiting part 2 to Missed You! There will be a part 3...much sooner than when this was posted....mainly because part 3 spoke to me much more than part 2 so I had to write that first before my brain would focus on part 2. 😅😆

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Bucky and Y/N have crossed the lines that they where fearful to take. Not with a plunge or with a leap but in slow steady strides they take in sync. Or do they? What happens when reactions from the outside question what's happening on the inside? 

Word Count: 2,687

Warnings: Where a helmet, please. Be safe. People in love. No smut but tune into part 3 😉

Love You

Y/N slowly blinked awake before rolling over reaching for her phone that was charging on the nightstand. Just as the phone screen lit up, she was pulled back by Bucky's strong arms. He kissed the back of her neck, where it met her shoulder.

"I don't want to know what time it is," his voice was deeper in the morning, more gravely, right after he woke up. 

It was one of Y/N's favorite sounds. "What about Sam and Steve?"

"Who?" Y/N could hear the smirk in his voice. "Never heard of em'" 

Y/N snuggled back further "Alright, if you say so." 

The room fell into a warm silence as they took in the last few minutes before their bubble would be popped. All too soon there were the soft tones of the alarm going off. 

"Oh I remember now." Bucky let out a laugh through his nose. "The two pains in my ass who make me go with them to the VA."

"Come on, you like going." Y/N smiled. 

Bucky shook his head against the pillow, "Not when there's an exceptionally gorgeous woman in my bed." He captured her lips with his before climbing out of bed.

Y/N could feel the heat dance across her cheeks as she watched him begin to pick out his clothes. 

Unabashedly, she watched him change, "Are you working out after?"

Bucky turned, pulling his shirt over his head and down his torso "Yeah I think so. We'll be at the VA till three-ish and then probably will go on a run or something." Y/N hummed in response as she shifted flat onto her stomach, wrapping her arms firmly around her pillow. "You still hanging with Nat today?"

"At some point." Bucky sat down on the edge of the bed to put his socks on as she spoke. "She got back late last night so I'm going to enjoy a lazy morning before I go bug her."

"Lucky." Bucky said before getting up to go into the bathroom.

A few moments later Bucky walked out and came up to the side of the bed, leaning over onto his hands, he hovered for a moment above Y/N.

He leaned down giving one last final kiss to her exposed shoulder. "Alright, I gotta go. I'll see you later and we'll figure out something to do."

"Sounds like a plan, have fun." Y/N watched Bucky leave, closing the door behind him. She rolled back over attempting to fall back asleep but only achieving a dreamy lethargic state.

Y/N finally began to wake up a short while later. She curled her arms up and out, her limbs pulling into a deep involuntary stretch. She grabbed her phone and opened her messages.

Y/N: 

N: 

Jk come over whenever

Y/N: Solid. I'm gunna shower first

N: Door will be unlocked 😎

 Y/N pulled herself out of the bed and made her way to the door. With a click behind her she closed Bucky's door and trudged down the hall to her room. She quickly refreshed herself before pulling on comfy clothes. As she walked out the door, she grabbed her phone. 

Y/N opened Nat's door to find her propped up in bed, a controller in hand, her attention on the TV. "Hey, I just started a match." 

"Are you going to wear this or can I take it?" Another voice pulled Y/N's gaze. "Cuz it's really cute and I think I would wear it more." Yalena stood in front of a mirror, holding one of Natasha's shirts up to herself.

"Yalena!" Y/N said in shock.

She turned around, "Here and present."

Y/N all but launched herself at Yalena, wrapping her in a hug. "What are you doing here? How longs your stay!?"

"I had some work in New York, okay, okay, that's enough, you are suffocating me" Her voice strained slightly as she pushed Y/N back playfully, her phone notification rang out, "and only tonight." Yalena said as she pulled her phone out. "So spill, you and Barnes?"

Y/N looked at her with a slight squint to her eyes as she silently questioned Yalena. "It's going really well."

Nat held back a smirk as Yalena turned her full attention fully back to Y/N, deadpan. "Wow. I came all the way here--"

"From New York." Y/N interjected.

Yalena sighed, "Yes, I came all the way from the New York, and that's all I get? come on!"

Y/N fell back on the bed as Yalena sat down next to her sister. "I mean, yeah? What do you want to know?" 

"You've must of gone on dates? Done things together? Have you found out what his favorite movie is? Food? The sex must be fantastic--ouch!" Yalena was interrupted by Natasha's elbow in her side. "What!? He's a super soldier, tell me I'm wrong." Yalena directed her question back at Y/N as her phone went off again.

"Y/N you do not have to answer that and who's that Ms. Popular?" Nat tried to grab for her phone.

"Hey!" Yalena quickly moved it out of reach, "If you must know its Kate Bishop."

"Who's Kate Bishop?" Y/N asked as she sat up.

Yalena quickly stashed her phone away, "Oh no, this is not about me it's about you and Barnes."

"Look all I can tell you is he's amazing." Y/N began, "We just exist on the same frequency, we get each other and can read each other. It's a feeling I've never had with anyone else."

"Oh my god." Yalena smiled. "You guys haven't done it yet!"

"Yalena," Nat exclaimed.

"No, we haven't!" Y/N exclaimed, "Ya happy?"

Both Nat and Yalena stared at you for a second, "Wait, really?" Nat asked as her brows furrowed slightly.

"Yeah? Why?" Y/N replied as her gaze fell.

Yalena's phone dinged again, "You have more patience than me," Yalena spoke as she typed, "There's literally nothing stopping you from just climbing on that man and--ouch--HEY!" Yalena recoiled again as Nat tried to take her phone. "What? I'm giving her girl advice. You told me to make more friends and I did, I have Kate bishop and Y/N Y/L/N." Natasha glared at her, "I am just doing what you said, gosh." 

"What my sister is trying to say," Nat smiled, "Is, you look very happy and we love that for you."

"Give me this. What are you even playing?" Yalena asks as she takes the controller from Nat. "Car soccer?"

"This map, yes." Nat raised an eyebrow slightly as she spoke. 

The day continued on as they lounged around and relaxed. At some point their game was forgotten as they sunk back into the mattress, scrolling on their phones.

"We were talking about going out tonight, you should come with." Yalena said to Y/N.

Y/N thought for a moment, "Like how out?"

"We are going to the Wiggle Room." Nat answered back.

"Yeah, thank you but no.” Y/N laughed slightly, “I did not mentally prepare for that."

Yalena climbed over Y/N as she got out of the bed, “Whatever, you’re lame, moving on, seriously can I wear this shirt?” Y/N and Nat burst out laughing, “What? It's cute, I’m wearing it.”

"Hey," Bucky's voice was soft as he placed a kiss on Y/N's cheek before making his way to his dresser.

Y/N didn't even hear him come in, She smiled back, "Hey."

Bucky was pulling clothes out of his drawer when he stopped what he was doing and turned around. "What's up?"

"Huh," Her smile widened and she let out a shaky laugh as she let her head fall slightly. Of course he could tell. "If I said nothing would you believe me." Bucky grabbed a shirt and paused waiting for her to look back up at him.

She glanced up, "Didn't think so."

"I'm going to clean up, then we can go get some food." He said as he headed towards the bathroom. "Or watch a movie."

Bucky knew by not pushing the subject she would come around quicker and by distracting her, would give her a moment to forget about whatever was swirling in her head. 

Y/N sat at the edge of the bed trying not to let her thoughts overwhelm her. Taking several deep breaths she focused on her breathing, inhaling and exhaling.

She heard the shower turn on before Bucky walked back into the room, throwing a dirty towel into the basket. He could see Y/N drowning. He walked over, letting his hands slide up her arms, pulling her out of her head. "Food or Movie?"

"Food, I think." Y/N responded just as her stomach growled slightly.

Bucky gripped her hands and pulled her up off the bed, "Food it is, why don't you go change and then meet me in the garage."

"Not the kitchen?" Y/N face scrunched in confusion. 

Bucky chuckled as he placed a kiss on her forehead, "I'm taking you out to get food. If that's okay with you?"

A bubbly sensation of excitement grew in Y/N, "Yeah, um, I guess I'm okay with that." A smile grew on her face.

"Then go get changed and meet me in the garage." He guided her towards the door and she let him lead her. He opened the door and stood to the side. 

Just before Y/N made it through the doorway she spun quickly to face him, "Can we take your bike?" He could see the glint of excitement in her eyes. 

Y/N felt his hands come to either side of her face and pull her lips to his. She hung onto his forearms as he slowly pushed her back into the hallway, never breaking the kiss. "Yes, yes we can." 

Y/N smiled before making her way back to her room. Bucky closed the door before rubbing his hands down his face, "She will be the death of me." His lips pulled at the corners as he grabbed a new towel and walked into the bathroom to finally take a shower.

The late afternoon sun was warm and hazy as Bucky navigated his bike down nine west. The road weaved around and through the rural tree filled area. Small pockets of civilization popped up, reminding them they were still very much in New York. 

Y/N loved feeling the wind tug at her strands of hair, the air on her face and the bike rumbling beneath her. As the world zoomed by her hands lazily clung to Bucky's sides. A feeling that would always make his stomach flutter. 

He remembered the first time Y/N had gone for a ride with him. He remembers how flustered she was and how she tried to hide it. Yet by the end of the ride she had relaxed and let her guard down. He had lost count how many times they would just go for a drive. 

Before long the Mid-Hudson bridge came into view. After they crossed the river, Bucky took a few side roads until a small restaurant came into view. The white box-shaped building had blue accents and a sign reading River Station Steak and Seafood, with a swordfish in the center. It sat right on the river and the bridge was in full view from the parking lot.

"You ready for some good food?" He asked after shutting his bike off.

Y/N pulled herself off the bike, "Always!" She leaned over to give him a kiss before he got up as well. 

River Station was a local restaurant that Bucky and Y/N visited quite often. It was about twenty minutes from the compound and allowed them to get away without going all the way into the big city. Bucky opened the door for Y/N and followed her in, his hand naturally finding its way to her lower back as they walked through the restaurant. Past the small groups of families and dates sitting in the dining area inside and the handful of people at the bar watching a game on the large flat screen tv's. 

They continued out onto the outdoor porch seating area. Large bulb string lights swayed across the space. Mesh metal tables accompanied by dual matching chairs scattered across the wood slatted deck. Their usual spot, with the perfect view of the bridge, was open and they sat down. 

"Hey guys," The server came up, "Starting with the usual drinks?"

"Kaitlyn!" Y/N exclaimed, "How's Po doing?" Kaitlyn's shoulders relaxed down as she sighed in relief. "He's doing great! He's back to his normal self."

"Oh good!" Y/N replied. 

Bucky could only watch the interaction completely enamored. He knew that Y/N had been wondering how Po was doing after his surgery. Kaitlyn had found the injured puppy wandering around the restaurant after her shift one day and took the little weenie dog in. What Y/N didn't know was after they had found out Kaitlyn had picked up some extra shifts to pay for the surgery, Bucky found out which vet clinic Po was at and paid for the surgery. 

"I'll be right back with those drinks!" Kaitlyn smiled before walking away. 

Y/N looked back across at Bucky, finding a lazy smile on his lips and soft sparkle on his eyes, "What?"

"Nothing." Bucky picked up his menu, "Can I not appreciate my girlfriend?"

Before long they were a few drinks in and food scattered the table like a feast. Y/N stared out over the river watching the reflection of the bridge and sky dance and travel across the water's surface. Completely entranced, she slowly took a sip of her drink. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" Bucky asked as he popped a piece of calamari in his mouth. 

Y/N eyes slowly came in contact with his, she took a deep breath. "Just Nat and Yelena." 

"Today?" Bucky clarified.

Y/N sat her drink down, "Yeah, I haven't seen Yalena since we started dating so of course she wanted to know everything." Y/N playfully rolled her eyes as she shook her head. "We were just talking, well, she was gently interrogating."

"Unfortunately she knows her own power." Bucky replied.

"Fortunately for me she doesn't work on me." Y/N shook her head slightly as she let out a sigh, "they had a reaction to something I said and I wasn't expecting it."

"About what?" Bucky pressed.

Y/N shrugged slightly, "They found out we haven’t had sex yet."

"Oh," Bucky's response was soft. "And it bothers you?

"Not at all." Y/N was looking at him, "It's just- they seemed shocked we haven't. Like genuinely shocked, I think they got in my head." Y/N shrugged her shoulders defeatedly before taking another sip of her drink.

She looked out over the water and Bucky could see her eyes glassing over. He reached over and took Y/N's hand in his, his thumb slowly ran the ridges of her knuckles. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm just enjoying this." Y/N smiled, "I don't know if where we are at is considered a stage but, --" Y/N tried to find her words.

Bucky's heart felt like it melted in his chest, "You're not done experiencing it." Bucky finished for her. He could feel her body tone shift, her body relax and her shoulders ease down.

Bucky squeezed her hand, "You know I didn't think I would ever get to experience this kind of love." He paused, "With you everything slows down, time doesn't exist. It's almost like I'm getting some of those years back through you."

A bubbly feeling rose through Y/N's chest as a smile grew on her face, "You could have just said you love me." 

"I love you." Without missing a beat he replied. 

Bucky's gaze was unwavering as he held hers. "Ready to head back?" 

"Back where?" A smile grew behind the glass she held in front of her lips. 

"Oh, just the Compound, where we live." Bucky chuckled slightly.

Y/N shook her head, "Never heard of it."

"Alright." God Bucky loved her. " Well, if we have nowhere to go, how do you feel about a sunset drive?" An instant wave of glee spread through Y/N as she shook her head. “Then let's get out of here.”

end

Part 3 Coming Soon

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[bookishtheaterlover7]

Hi all one of bookies friends here.

Everyone needs to calm down

Look at the facts.

Video- showed her without ANY ring a lot

Video-could he be anymore obvious with his left

hand.

Everytime he does or has something come out she does something. This time she shot herself in the hand twice.

And no I no longer find Chris attractive. If your team real i dont care. I just dont like seeing my friends on here who are team or get all worked up bwcause its nothing. It is for nothing we've, proven its fake.

How many holes can you put into a hot air balloon before it can't fly anymore?

To the GP (genaral public) they are married so right after all it was exposed the rings are fake. teams are gunna have to do or try and do clean up for a while. We knew this was going to happen. I expect to see shit about one flying here or the other flying there or they both fly to meet each other. I mean how many roumers in 2 days can start about who is where? It just

makes it look worse and more comical. A real couple wouldnt do damage control at all. Just because a website publishes an article doesn't mean it's a website that reports news or the truth. Remember People mag, US weekly etc is are still mags they use click bait. Don't freak out everytime you hear a rumor that she flew here or did this or that . The fact is its been de bunked disproven if they choose to continue on with the PR BS thats on them a lot of fans are not playing along any more. Im.not playjng along anymore im done with it. I saw a post in instagram that sums everything us well it said

"I am on team PR. But if he wants people

to believe he's with her, then we should

just leave him to it. It's true he owes

us nothing but we also don't owe him

our support anymore."

What point is there to get upset or nervous or anxious over something just because there a rumor about a plane ride. If you wanna believe theres a plane ride maybe its to sign a new contract that this shit is over.

You know its fake i know its fake. And you know what they showed they were gifts from cartier. Maybe her team would shse poney up the money to get cz versions. Frankly it would be even funnier.

We dont owe chris anything.

If you feel silly or stupid or being duped by thibking he was a better man than he is dont be, everyone was. It only goes to show the man could've had awards by now if he picked better scripts

Clean up is gunna happen. WE HAVE SEEN IT. the less you play into it the faster itll be over with.

But dont let this distract you or upset you from a joyus holiday season or take away any happiness you're experiencing or could be experiencing. Focus on something positive and happy. At the very least i saw a blog with a debate about who qas hotter Sam or Castiel. Now THAT is some shit worth arguing about. Not an airheaded Nazi

Thank you, my dear An🫶n.

Honestly, this is a serious wakeup call to a lot. That ring debacle/exposure is something to note, and it could be the sign to many of being done.

And if they aren't, well, I'm happy to partially become the blog that becomes a nostalgic stop for old Chris, Chris Evans before he was a shit person in a shit relationship with a shit person, and Chris Evans Characters Appreciation and absolute SIMPING!!! Oh, and the occasional Albitch hate post, because I still hate her 😆

I'm even thinking it's time to add more Fandoms to my roster. Marvel characters are high on that list. So are book discussions, because I am enjoying that as well 😁

We'll see. The world is my oyster now, especially with that big bomb that fell into our laps, as well as the fact I'm on break and about to undergo the busiest month of my life!!!

It's going to be filled with holiday cheer, family love, Christmas shopping, reconnecting with everyone, and focusing on improving the one love that came back a few months ago, after years... Writing 😊

So, my beautiful weirdos, can we PLEASE take steps towards something new? I think we could use some respite after months, maybe even years of PR Debunking Hell... 🫶

Also, there are certain topics that I don't want to be discussed on here. Because I don't feel comfortable being in the middle of any debate whatsoever (you can ask my dearest friends on here, they know I hate politics and avoid discussing, and eventually debating it, as much as possible). Until my next post, Beloveds 🤗

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The last of us - Broken together 18

Master list

You all knew the town would have wanted to make a big deal of a wedding. That wasn't what you wanted. The preacher stood amongst the sheep. Maria and Lorie sat at the front of the few guests both in yellow sundresses. Ellie stepped out of the house, a clean pair of Jeans and red button up shirt, her hair tied nearly at the back. She walked proudly down the small aisle to Joel. She could see how nervous he was and she nudged his arm.

"you're gunna fucking lose your mind, man. She looks beautiful." She whispered to him.

Inside you walked down the stairs, a simple white dress on. Maria had made it for you, it was shorter at the front and hung down at the back to just above your ankles. At the bottom of the stairs Tommy was waiting for you in the neatest shirt you'd ever seen.

"Thought I'd walk you, if you don't mind." He said.

"I'd like that." Mostly because you didn't think the nerves in your stomach would let you get all the way you clung to his arm. The sun was setting over the field as you walked out. You didn't think you could love Joel any more, seeing him in a suit, an actual suit you felt your heart leap.

"brushes up well don't he?" Tommy joked to you. You walked together with everyone you loved watching you until you were in front of Joel and the preacher. The brothers shook hands and Joel whispered a thank you as he took your hands in his.

The preacher wasted no time with the preliminaries of the old world and simply asked you both if you swear to love only each other for the rest of your lives. If you would forsake all others and stand by each other until death.

Joel's voice caught in his throat at the words.

"beyond death." He changed the words, his southern accent washing over you. Every syllable echoed in your mind.

"I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

Joel grabbed you around the waist and one hand on your face he kissed you hard. You kissed back. Ellie cheered and the others clapped happily.

The evening went on with drinks in the house and on the porch until Tommy was the only guest left. He slapped his knee and stood.

"Well, I guess it's about that time. Come on now Ellie, you're staying with us tonight."

She giggled and followed him back to town leaving you and Joel sitting on the porch.

"This was perfect, Joel. Thank you." You said softly.

"Thank you?" He looks down at you.

"I know you did this for me. To do it before I-" you dropped your eyes to your lap.

"hey, don't, don't you ever think anything I do is because of that silly illness. I wanted this." He moved himself round to face you properly. "I know I don't tell you enough y/n but I love you. I think I have for longer than I should have. Tess knew it, Tommy knew, Frank knew it he'll even Bill knew before I did." His eyes were serious and his jaw clenched. You nod.

"Well anyway. Maybe we should go upstairs." You say. Joel smiles wide and grabs you up into his arms, one behind your back and the other below your legs cradling you.

"let me take you there my wife, my beautiful wife." He said carrying you into the house and up the stairs. Halfway up he stopped and rested against the wall. His knee, still gave him trouble.

"you okay cowboy?" You giggle.

"I'm good," he hitches you up a little higher and continues up the steps, laying you down on the bed. Joel removed his shirt and trousers, then came to rest above you, the weight of him on your body grounding you. He used the back of his calloused fingers to rub your cheek as he laid gentle kisses to your lips.

Slowly, as if he may break you he kissed down your jaw line. His fingers sliding below your dress, pushing the straps off your shoulder exposing more flesh. You feel the scrap of his beard and moustache rub against your skin as he sucked your nipple between his teeth, biting just a little bit. You jolt at the sensation and he stops suddenly.

"did I hurt you? I'm sorry." He said quickly.

"No, it's good. Don't stop." You reply.

His breath cools your hot flesh and he returns to your nipple. You snake your fingers into his hair.

With careful movements he slides down your body, pulling the dress with him and dragging it off your hips. Joel lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and settles between them. Your breath comes out shallow as you wait for him to touch you. He ran soft fingers over your upper thigh, giving small kisses to your hips.

Your hips bucked up when he finally ran his tongue flat along your slit. Stopping at your clit and sucking just a little bit. The soft mewls coming from your mouth coax him onward. His licks grow faster, edging you closer. What little resolve you had left in you went as he slid a finger into you, pumping against the nerves there. It took no time at all for you to feel everything and nothing. Your eyes closed, your back arched and your hips moved by themselves against his tongue and fingers. Your orgasim came with his name tumbling from your lips. He rode you through it until you were panting and pulling at his hand.

"Please."

He pulls up to you and your taste yourself on his lips.

"You are so beautiful." He whispers to you.

Filled with a new hunger in your stomach you pushed his shoulders backward. He took your command and rolled on to his back, pulling a pillow underneath his head. Your hand cups his still clothes member. He was hard and you craved it. Sliding his boxers off you kicked your hand before wrapping it around his shaft and pumping. Joel's head fell back as he savoured your touch.

"shit, darlin' you're too good at that." He said holding your hand to stop you. Biting down on your lip you slide your leg over him, straddling his hips. He held his cock as you lined yourself up and pushed down on to him. Joel clenched his jaw and held your hips trying to keep himself from bucking up into you. Setting your own pace you chase your own pleasure, pushing Joel's hand to your clit. He pressed his thumb to it and you feel your body shake as if electric was pulsing into you.

Happy you were undone Joel flipped you on to your back and started pumping into you. He was fast yet still gentle. He rested down on his forearms his lips against your ear.

"Fuck." He growled, his hips juttering out of rhythm. Sweat rolled down his forehead as he rode out his own orgasim. Your arms wrapped around him.

After a few moments he rolled to his side, tucking you into his side. You lay listening to his heartbeat as his chest rose and fell, finding its peace.

"That was-" he started.

"yeah." You reply.

"I love you Joel Miller."

"I love you y/n Miller." He grinned. You grinned. Life was good.

[quellmythirst]

House Hunting Part 6

Summary: You are the youngest child of Frank and Maria Castle. Your dads best mate offers to help you find a new place in the city. The only problem being you've had a crush on him since forever.

Pairing: Castle!Reader (you) x Billy Russo

Words: 2k

A/n: This is now twice as long as I intended it to be, thank you everyone for reading it. I'm not really sure how many more parts I can crank out, but I'm sure I'll think of something.

Warnings: Big ol' age gap, dad's best friend, daddy kink, teasing, smut, alcohol, swearing, dirty talk. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Part 5

You lay flat on the desk, panting and desperate. Stars you were desperate, why would he stop? Tilting your head up, you rest your chin on your palm, gazing back at him. What the fuck was he doing? His strong hand soothed your ass, while he lightly kissed your shoulder, "Billy," you whined, leaning back into his touch.

"Take a seat, little girl," Billy whispered, flattening your skirt down behind you. Your eyebrows scrunched on your forehead with your nose, you wanted to protest. But Billy lowered his devilish stare at you, his gorgeous mouth set in a thin line. He dared you to question him. Rolling your eyes at him, you sat back in the chair opposite his desk. Not breaking eye contact as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Well,” you huffed, shifting from cheek to cheek, “What? You gunna ground me, old man?” You leaned back crossing your legs, your ass still sore, you fidgeted a bit on the chair. You had seen now what happened when you pushed Billy and you were intrigued to see what other kinds of buttons he had. The way his eye twitched when you called him an old man seemed to hit a small one. Interesting.

Billy must have decided to ignore your comment and rounded his desk, “You shouldn’t frown Billy, You’ll get wrinkles,” you teased, watching as his hand bound in a tight fist, you weren’t sure if he was trying to hide it or show off how you were affecting him. You watched as he bent down to pull a stack of papers from his drawer.

“Sign this,” He ordered, holding out a pen towards you.

“Wh-what?” you asked, a little bit dazed when those beautiful eyes stared into your soul.

“Be a good little girl for Daddy and sign this,” he placed the pen on the dotted line, leaning over his desk leering at you.

“What is it?” Your eyes blurred on the words, when you tried to focus. You watched him as he rolled up his sleeves, exposing you to those perfect forearms. Sitting on the desk, he leaned back onto one arm, causing those large veins to pop on his arm. He watched as your eyes traveled from his large hands, all the way up to his sharp jawline. He smirked at the way you licked your lips, definitely enjoying the view.

“Your employment contract, don’t you trust me?” he smiled warmly down at you.

“Yes,” you gulped, “but what does it say?” you asked, trying very hard to keep your eyes fixed on his face.

“That you are an employee of ANVIL and all the stuff that goes with that,” He opened the large document, turning the desk lamp to make it easier for you to read. You only just realised that the only thing illuminating the office was the lights, that were streaming in through the open door from the foyer. You shifted, hoping to stand. What if you're not aloud? Did you want to get in trouble again? Really? Your ass was still stinging, No. Maybe later? Billy seemed to sense your indecision pushing his desk just a little closer so you could read the text.

“This says I'll be in charge of training? I've never trained anyone before,” you said, running your finger over the page.

“You'll be great at it,” he said like it was obvious, “some of these guys aren't great at filling out the reports that are required by the law. We will get you all trained up on what we want and you can teach them how to do it. Simple.”

“Right, and who's going to teach me?”

“I am. Of course, I have already taken the end of the week off to get you ready to start on Monday.”

“Monday? Billy, I'm moving on the weekend.” you had so much to do, how would you have time for this. You're sure you'd much rather do with Billy than train.

“Exactly, so you'll have tomorrow free to pack the rest of your things and I'll sort things out here. Then we can get to work, training you.” He said it in a way that made you think that wasn't what he meant.

“Billy,” you sighed, losing track of your thoughts as you skimmed the pages, your eyes bulging when you saw the salary he wanted to pay you, “What is? This is too much.”

“Nonsense, you graduated from ESU with honors, you deserve that. But if you like, I can make it smaller and we can work our way up to it?” He grabbed the pen from you, crossing out the amount and decreasing it by $10,000. “But I do expect you to dress appropriately and this salary would’ve given you the means to do that.”

“You really think that?” You smiled into your hand, a little tear falling down your cheek. “I've got no experience, I just…” In two strides Billy was in front of you, bending down to hold your face in his hands, wiping the small tears away with his thumbs, “I don't think I deserve this,” you smiled, even though you were crying. You close your eyes, nuzzling your face into his hands.

“Look at me, little girl,” Your eyes snapped open matching with his, “you deserve this and everything else. You deserve so much more.”

“This is..”

“I know it's a lot, we can take it home and read it. But if you sign it now I'll make it worth your while,” he winked, peppering kisses on your face.

“Is there a catch?” You asked, still shying away from him. He gripped your chin, making sure you were paying attention.

“There is, you need to understand that you’re my girl and I don’t appreciate it when you lie to me,” his voice stern.

“Is that all?” You questioned, a tiny bit worried that he might fuckin lose it again.

“Yes, Little girl, that's all,”

“Ok,” he smiled at your agreement, handing you a pen so you could sign your life away.

“Good girl, now it's time for your reward. You ok to walk?” He asked, offering you his hand.

-0-0-

You made it back to his apartment in no time, hasilty stripping each other as you made your way to the bedroom. Your lips locked, as your tongues battled each other. You finally reached the door when your phone began to ring. You ignored it hoping whoever they were they would text you like a normal fucking human. Then Billy's phone started to ring. He found it on the floor, his eyes bulging out when he saw the name on the screen, mouthing your fathers name to you. Fuck

Taking a second to control his breathing he answered the phone, “Hey Frankie, what's up?” He asked, watching you as you sauntered towards the bed.

“Yeh she's with me, going over the contract took longer than I thought. Sorry man, I should’ve called,” You peered at him over your shoulder, swaying your hips. You saw him bite down on his lower lip as your father spoke to him.

“Not a problem, want me to drive her home when we're done?” Billy's eyes raked over you hungrily at you, traveling up your legs when you reclined onto the bed, “It’s fine, you don't need to come get her,” spreading your legs for him. You watched him lick his lips, copying his action. Your hands traveling down to caress your thighs, you mouthed at him to hurry.

“Uh Yeh,” he coughed, covering the deep growl that was forming in his chest, you hoped that your father didn’t hear, “I'll bring her home safely in the morning,” You rolled over, crawling down the bed towards him, a seductive look on your face. Licking your lips before licking up his half hard cock, “Night Frankie,” He hung up tossing the phone over his shoulder.

“You little whore, you trying to get me killed?” He asked in his soft voice, “you gunna such my cock?”

You took him in your small hand, stroking along his large length. Lapping at the tip you taste his delicious precum, slowly you sucked him into your mouth, your hand skating up his thigh to massage his balls in your hand. “Fuck that's it little girl, open your mouth wider, take it deeper,” Relaxing your jaw you took him deeper, his hands winding through your hair, “you look fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth,” you moaned around him his hands tightening in your hair. You began to rub your legs together desperately needing friction. Your own desire swirling through you, the sting of your hair being pulled shooting straight to your pussy. “Fuck, such a good little whore for daddy, arn’t you?” he moaned, his hard cock the back of your throat. "God, I love this pretty mouth," His eyes never moving while he fucked into your mouth. “Fuuuc, stop. Stop,” he groaned, not loosening his hands or his hips thrusting hard into your mouth. “Stop,” He demanded, standing still and thrusting back to raise his cock from your mouth. “I need that pretty pussy,” his hand still tangled in your hair, dragging you up the bed with him as he lowered himself over you in the bed. Parting your legs underneath him with his knees.

He rubbed his length along your dripping pussy, coating himself in more of your juices. His lips crashing into yours as his cock edged its way inside of you, "fuck this little pussy is so tight," he moaned, capturing you hands and holding them above your head, his hard thrusts pounded into you. The arousal you had kept at bay was washing over you when he bit down onto your neck. You cried his name over and over.

"You cum already, little girl?"

"Yes, daddy," you moaned, when his hard cock hit that spot deep within you.

"What a good little girl for me, feel so good when you suck me back in," holding both your hands in his one, he brought the other down to your throat, "cum again for daddy," his grip tightened slightly, sending your already sensitive body over the edge again.

Your legs began to shake when his strong hands gripped your hips, rolling you on top of him, your legs resting on either side of his. “Ride me,” he demanded, placing your shaky hands on his shoulders. You rode him as best you could. "Fuck me, little girl," he moaned, picking your hips up and slamming them down on to him, "want to see that ass giggle," finding your pace quickly with Billy's help. Your hands holding a death grip onto his shoulders. A strong hand remained on your hip while the other explored your body.

"that's it, fuck. I'm so close," He moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head, "just keep fuckin daddy, faster," his hips lifting to meet yours, "just like that."

"Daddy, I'm- I'm," you moaned, your whole body twitching as you fell apart atop him. Riding out your high on his hard cock.

"Fuckkkk," Billy growled, pistoning up faster into your pussy, his fingers bruising into your skin. Your name echoing off the walls when he released inside you. Your body collapsed, your head landing in the crook of his neck.

You breathed deeply, inhaling the mix of Billy's masculine cologne and his sweat. Your tongue darted out before you even realized, looking up you see him staring affectionately down at you. Those long his fingers tracing absentmindedly on your back.

"Ready for round two already, huh?"

"Not yet, just more of this for now," You snuggled into his chest, with his cock still nestled inside you.

"Later then?"

"Definitely," you agreed. Dreading the moment you would have to move from this spot.

Part 7?

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[miss-smutty]

Forbidden

Chapter 1

A/N- I've teased y'all for so long I hope this series is going to live up to expectations, I'm confident it will though because I'm addicted and it's been super easy for me to write - I'm up to chapter 3 so far so updates can be on time! There's a slight age gap between my professor Hemsy and OC Jess but she's twenty and completely legal. You know this is gunna be a giant tease fest for the first couple of chapters cos that sexual tension is fucking gold 🥵

Summary- Jess meets the man of her dreams and then stupidly leaves without getting his number. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 1.5 K

Pairing- Professor!Chris Hemsworth x OC

Warnings- Swearing, age gap

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th August 2021

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Chapter 2

I pulled out a chair at the last available table in the unusually busy coffee shop, I thought I might've caught a break choosing the one outside of campus but alas I was wrong.

I was about to sit down when the chair opposite me slid out from under the table, my eyes lifted to meet with the most sparkly blue eyes i'd ever seen. The sight of him took my breath away. Literally.

I stood staring, frozen on the spot, my mouth slightly ajar as I looked him up and down. He was tall, so tall, definitely over 6ft and built like a dream. Thick thighs straining against his fitted trousers, wide muscular shoulders and I just knew there was a six-pack hiding behind that tight t-shirt. 

"Sorry. You were here first, I'll just grab a take-out." He smirked a side smile, amused at how I was so obviously checking him out but his sexy Australian accent distracted you from anything else.

"It's fine, I'm on my own. I don't mind if you want to sit there too." I mentally face palmed myself, drawing attention to the fact I was alone wasn't the best idea but then again he was alone too. "I don't bite." I added trying my best to flirt.

It seemed to work, he smiled at me as he sat down and I took the time to admire his handsome face. He was quite clearly a lot older than me, the laughter lines around his eyes a tell tale sign but he was still quite possibly the best looking man I'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was fair and the short beard framed his face perfectly but the one thing that stood out the most were those piercing ocean-blue eyes.

"So do you come here often?" I cocked my eyebrow at him over my coffee cup making him laugh at my reaction. "Sorry, it's been a while." He said nervously, running his hand through his hair.

"It's been a while since you spoke to a stranger or…?" I questioned casually.

"It's been a while since I spoke to an attractive woman." He finished, his eyes sparkling as he watched me almost choke on my drink.

"Oh, I err…. I don't think you're doing too badly." I absentmindedly circled my finger around the rim of my cup, crossing my leg over my other and accidently rubbing my foot up his leg. My cheeks felt hot and flushed as I looked up into his eyes and saw him smiling slyly.

"Evidently. We're already playing footsie under the table." He smiled widely, a genuine smile that stretched the corners of his mouth. I smiled back at him shyly, thinking of something to say to change the subject before I ended up looking like a tomato.

"What part of Australia are you from?"

"I'm originally from Melbourne but I lived in Byron Bay before I came to America." 

"Awesome. I've always wanted to go to Australia, the Spiders put me off though." 

"Yeah I think they put most people off but in heavily populated areas they stay pretty much hidden, I think it's the size that scare people." How have I made this conversation go from flirting to talking about spiders? And how do I get back to flirting?

"Are we still talking about spiders?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly and laughed at the innuendo, flicking my hair over my shoulder. I noticed something in his eyes when I did so, a hunger, just a little flash and then it was gone again. I'm sure I didn't imagine it though because his eyes lingered on my exposed shoulders.

I checked my watch subtly, not wanting him to think he was boring me but I had to get to class and couldn't be late again, not when this semester had only just started.

"I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to run, I'm going to be late. It was really nice meeting you." I gathered up my bags, ready to leave.

"Already? You've only just got here." He looked disappointed, his smile fading. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something else and then closed again when he saw I was ready to leave. "It was really nice to meet you too, hopefully I'll see you again." His eyes sparkled as he looked into mine, standing from his chair to get the door for me. I felt fireworks when his hand brushed against the small of my back and his face lingered close to mine. The tension was unreal, like we were the only people in the room as his eyes hungrily stared into my soul, undressing me with his eyes. My heart stopped beating when his face moved closer to mine so I could feel his breath on my lips, the smell of coffee and his aftershave filling my nostrils. I paused, my feet routed to the spot, I wanted him to kiss me so badly but I moved away at the last minute. Surely he wasn't actually going to kiss me, we'd only just met, that would be ridiculous. Wouldn't it?

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I spent most of class daydreaming about my tall handsome stranger and the way he looked at me but most of all how I didn't even get his name. Or his number.

Now I was feeling sorry for myself because it would just be my luck to meet the man of my dreams and then never see him again. So I'd moped about all day and avoided the invitations for drinks after class. Instead I'd

gotten home early, changed into some sweats and settled myself in front of the TV for the night.

"What's up with your face?" My roommate, Ellie said as she walked into our room, throwing her bags onto her bed.

"What're you talking about?" 

"Your face. Looks like you're chewing on a wasp."

"Feeling sorry for myself." I pout pathetically.

"Why, what've you done now?" She rolled her eyes, kicking off her shoes and throwing her legs up onto the bed. I felt so lucky to have a roommate like Ellie, during our freshman year she'd become my best friend practically straight away and now after two years together we were practically sisters.

I sat up in bed cross legged and faced Ellie, getting myself ready to spill my misfortunes of the day with her.

"Well, I went to Impresso's this morning to get my morning coffee before class." She nodded, showing her enthusiasm by also sitting cross legged on her own bed, facing me. "And it was packed full of students, there was only one table left. So I went to grab it as soon as I could." She raised her eyebrow at me, wondering where I was going with the story. "And I kid you not, the most attractive man I have ever seen, pulls out the chair opposite me." 

"Oh my god! No way. Did you talk? Oh my god, this is like the perfect chick flick. Carry on." I smiled at her excitement.

"I told him I didn't mind if he sat there, I mean of course I didn't mind, you should've seen him El. Oh, oh, oh I almost forgot" I flapped my hands, bouncing on the spot. "He was fucking Australian."

"Fuck off, you're lying. Drop dead gorgeous with the sexiest accent ever. How is this even real? Now remind me why you're sat there with a face like a slapped arse?" 

"I panicked when I had to leave, didn't want to be late for class and I didn't get his number, didn't even give him chance to ask for mine." 

"Wow! Ok, now I understand. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, I was panicking and you know what I'm like when I panic." You sulk.

"It's ok, maybe you'll bump into him again."

"Yeah, right. I should be so lucky."

"Cheer up." she says throwing a cushion at me. "There's a party at Alpha Kappa this weekend, I'm sure we can find you someone to help get over your mystery man. Or under should I say?" She raised her eyebrow at me, smiling slyly and making me laugh. She always did know how to cheer me up and maybe a party is what I needed.

There must be some good looking boys around campus that could make me forget about my Australian hunk. Surely? I thought about the guys I'd seen around campus, the guys I'd seen at frat parties and that's definitely not what I wanted. How could a twenty year old boy match to the masculine, experienced man I met this morning. My mind was set, I'd dipped my feet ever slightly into the mature pool and that's what I wanted more than anything. There was always something missing with previous boyfriends and I was tired of all the game playing. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted and wasn't afraid to get it.

The only thing was, he didn't know I was only twenty and I had no way of finding him again. If fate did bring us back together, would he mind that I was still a student? That I couldn't even drink when we went on dates? 

Who am I kidding? Of course he would mind, he could get any woman he wanted, why would he want me?

[echos-newlegs]

Oh my god dude can I get 116 for Jesse??? Bc he seems like the type of smug lil shit who would wear full lingerie under his armor and show you just to get you flustered 👀

Surprised?

HA, I finally got time to write! So sorry for being inactive on you guys D: I've had zero motivation, plus work, prepping for school, and holiday stuff I've been so scatter brained. Plus I was hard-core pinning for a dude and WHEW that distracted the heck out of me but I'm convincing myself it's not worth it and to focus on myself 😎👍(I'm failing but oh well.)

So, Jay bestie, this ask has been living in my mind rent free since the day you sent it. I love it so much, it is such a Jesse thing. That man would kill me if I saw him in lingerie of any type. Also I self indulged because suspenders are *chef kiss* in my opinion. Anywhoo, let's get on with it.

Jesse x Reader: "Wanna see what I'm wearing underneath all this?"

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Readers Gender: neutral! Nothing specific stated :) (gunna start adding this part because U always forget to include if the reader in gn, f, m, etc.! Don't forget you can request gender if you send a request as well!)

Warning: leads onto suggestive content, but there is no actual smut! I was too lazy to write it out. So that's up to you to imagine I guess. Might make a pt.2 if I ever feel like it? There is mentions of drinking, lingerie, kissing, uhh- think that's it?

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"Wanna see what I'm wearing underneath all this, you seem eager enough, mesh'la." His voice was muttered in your ear while you sat on his lap in a booth at 79's. The two of you had met up at the bar way more than you'd care to admit. A few drinks or so and now you were in his lap, teasing him. Or at least you were trying. 

"I seem eager?" You muttered back, glancing back to him just the slightest. Rather thankful the other 501st boys were off doing their own things. 

"Oh, you do," he affirmed, groping your thighs with his large hands. Smirk finding its way to his face at the way your breath hitched. "You're always eager for me." He cooed, and you both knew he was right. 

"Bold words coming from you, Jesse," you spoke under your breath, yelping a bit when he pinched your hips. The action from you made a small laugh elicit from deep in his chest. You could probably feel the rumble of his chest if it weren't for his armor. 

"Jesse," you hissed, which only egged him on to continue his devious schemes. 

"Yes, Beautiful?" He cooed, lips pressing soft, warm kisses against your neck. Hands rubbing up and down your thighs with small hums. 

"I still have a drink to finish, I can't just leave it." You stated persistently. Smiling smugly at the groan he let out. 

His hand beat you to your drink. Snatching and downing the substance. 

"What drink?" He asked after a sharp sigh. 

You rolled your eyes with a small pout. "I was gunna drink it," leaning back against him with folded arms. To glance up to his face, only to notice the smirk he was shooting you. If it weren't for how handsome he was, you'd probably smack him. 

It wasn’t before long until the two of you were back at your apartment. You were pressed flat against the bed, Jesse hovering over you. Something you were sure you'd never get used to. How his heavy form above you made the mattress around you dip. His surprisingly soft lips against yours. Calloused, ungloved fingers, trailing over what exposed skin they could find. 

"I do have a surprise for you," he offered. His surprises were always something that you'd never expect. This one was beyond your mind as well. 

"Oh yeah?" You asked with a grin. His lips pressing another gentle kiss to yours. 

"Yup, but I need to undress first, I promise, you'll love it," he spoke with a wink. A small groan leaving his throat. Then he kissed and nipped at your neck. Both of you giggling at the way you gasped and yippee at the sensation of his teeth pinching your skin. 

He climbed off you. Leaving the room for the fresher. Leaving your mind to wander. What was this 'surprise'? The two of you had been together for forever, now. Yet he still had oh so many tricks up his sleeves. Was it a new tattoo? A toy? It was honest to the maker, hard telling with the man you fell in love with. 

"Jesse," you hummed out. Scooting further back onto the bed. "You need some help?" Your voice with soft and persuasive. A small smile pulling at your lips when you heard the way he seemed to speed up the way he removed the plastoid and fabric from his body. Along with the small curses falling from his lips. 

"Nope, almost done, cyare." 

The two of you hadn't done anything suggestive for quite a while now. So you could hear the desperation sneaking through his voice. The way you could hear him race to the fresher door and kick his armor aside with his feet. It made you smile quite fondly with how madly insane you could drive this man. 

The fresher door finally opened, and you were in shock, putting it mildly. Your eyes raked up his body. The way he leaned against the fresher door. One arm above his head on the door frame. Other resting on his hip. His one ankle crossed over the other, and that signature smirk plastered on his face. But that's not even what had you in shock.

"Surprised?" He asked. Using the hand on his hip to motion at his body. 

The man was wearing a set of navy blue lingerie. His chest was bare, besides the suspenders that hooked to the 'shorts' he was wearing. Covering the tiniest amount of his chest. 

"Surprised doesn't cover it, hot stuff," you quipped. Which only made him snicker. Your words which only fill his growing ego. 

"Well, now guess what?" He asked. One knee resting on the bed beside you. Mattress dipping once more. Leaning down to run a hand beneath our shirt. 

"What, handsome?" You purr, batting your eyelashes. 

"Now it's your turn to undress, unless you want another ripped outfit." 

[bakugousleftnipple]

;aldjad okay, I'm back to ask for some spicy cards. i'm so sorry, i feel like such a pest lol What would bkg & my sex life be like? Okay, I'm gunna go hide in a corner now lol ps, you're so lovely >w<

hi hi! don’t be sorry!! you are NOT a pest!!!

the cards: nine of swords, knight of cups, two of swords, nine of cups, king of wands, the hierophant

bakugou is so gentle with you, he’s afraid of hurting you. touches you like you’re made of glass. if you want him to be rough, you’ll need to convince him. he treats you with such reverence, he’s never had someone he cared so much about before you, he just wants to treat you right. 

there’s a lot of dirty talk, he’s got a filthy mouth. but only when he isn’t trying. he wants to tell you how sexy you are and how good you feel and how good he wants to make you feel. 

once you two start fooling around, there’s a balance that needs to be found. he loses himself in you, too focused on you to remember there’s something else going on that day. he will keep you in bed all day on his day off. 

exhibitionism. if you would like, he would show you off to kirishima, but absolutely no touching. he wants to brag about how you make the sexiest sounds and how you look when you orgasm. wants to show kiri how you love his cock and can’t get enough. 

ASDFGHJLKL DM ME FOR A BONUS HC THAT IM NOT GOING TO EXPOSE YOU ON LIKE THIS. 

lots of edging, he likes to tease you. but also lots of orgasms because one is not enough. overall, your sex life is really nice and very passionate.

[inconsistentenigma]

Metal Family OC dropping in now.

Meet Eva-

Ches’ older half sister! I’ll put more info about her under the cut but essentially their Dad slept around and he’s abandoned more than one kid. She’s six years older than Ches and the two were very close when he was younger but eventually had a falling out.

STORY:

Their father is a notorious cheater and has fathered more than a few children in and around the factory region; Ches and Eva being two of them.

For the most part Ches and Eva have no knowledge of each other till they meet years later. Ches' mother takes him to where Eva's mom is living in an attempt to get some form of child support. It doesn't work but while the mothers argue Eva and Ches meet. Eva was coming back home from school when she ran into them in the hallway. Noticing Ches' discomfort, and not wanting to deal with the fight, she offered to wait with him down bellow and outside the apartments. It was awkward at first with both just waiting on the bench outside. But eventually the two bonded over music when Eva brought out her CD player. Both had similar tastes of music and were fairly chill people. She was 16 and he was 10. Eva lives at the apartments across the street from the zipperlock building in the middle staple building.

For the next year or so the two would meet up with Eva being an unofficial babysitter to Ches. They spend a lot of time together and Ches warms up to her as he begins to see her as family. Eva also grows fond of Ches and is glad to have some genuinely nice family. The two bond over their shitty dad, music and the fact they live in similar situations. She helps him refine his music tastes, encourages his guitar skills and teaches him the more technical part of music/band life (terms, genres and specifics) given that she has dated more than a few musicians as well as being in a few bands as singer (though she is not passionate about music).

Despite her kind nature Eva is very irresponsible and passive. She also isn't the best role model as she introduces Ches to the clubbing nightlife and eventually gets him exposed/hooked to alcohol and cigarettes through her other friends. Eva doesn't try to stop him and lets him do as he pleases. She also encouraged him to steal under the guise of 'borrowing'. Still, despite her shortcomings, she is the first person that Ches feels genuinely likes him and cares about him.

However one day while hanging out around her apartments they run into their father. Ches is surprised since he hasn't seen him since he was a baby however Eva just bitterly greets him and after he bothers her for some money he heads back inside the apartment. It's then that Ches finds out that Eva actually lives with their father and she is not in the same position as he's in since her mother is actually married to their Dad. Thus she is his 'real' child while Ches is a bastard. Ches is rightfully upset and surprised by the revelation but Eva merely shrugs him off, not understanding why he's so shocked since she sees no benefit to living with their Dad. They have a small fight with Ches angrily stating she's a liar and he hates her before running off.

A few days later he tries to apologize/talk to her but can't find her in any of the usual spots. It isn't till later that he learns through her friend that Eva had run away with a boyfriend of hers and left the city. It was a spur of the moment thing but Eva, being careless and irresponsible, doesn't bother to tell Ches or really think about him. She simply assumed he wouldn't care or just bounce back from it. However Ches is deeply affected by her abandonment since it only proves his mother's words true; that everyone will eventually leave and that Ches is unlovable once he lowers his defenses or shows any negative emotions. It ruins him for a long time and only begins to heal after meeting Glam where he makes his own family. He always wonders what happened to her, though.

Eva sets up a lot of his bad habits and fears for the future.

PERSONALITY:

Eva is a very kind and laid back teenager who grew up similar to Ches as in she raised herself. She lives with both her parents but since her mother is a drunk and her father is constantly gone she manages the house by herself and has learned not to rely on others. Technically an only child but has many half siblings because of her father. Because of her solitude she is used to doing whatever she wants and is not very responsible given her upbringing. She also is not very conscious of others, often considering herself a 'one man island' and rarely lets people close. While Ches was the closest person in her life she ultimately she left him behind. Not out of malice, though. Considering the two are fairly similar she assumed that Ches was like her and strong enough to deal with being by himself; unaware that he would be deeply affected by her abandonment since he's a lot more caring and open than she was. Similar to Ches, and he learns this from her, she pushes any negative feelings aside and refuses to acknowledge anything negative until she physically can't anymore.

Eva's favorite band is the Runaways and is in love with Joan Jett. She's a late blooming lesbian (as she doesn't realize it till she's much older). She likes rock and grunge the most. Can't play an instrument but an awesome singer! I headcanon her voice as sounding like this or this. Was in a band or two but was mainly through her love interests and not out of her own desires. Runs away with a guy and gets married but leaves him a couple months later. Doesn't return home for a long time. Probably has a kid, maybe not. Who knows.

As for how she ties into the present day plot, she probably doesn't to be honest. But if she did she'd probably come back to give Ches some money from their father's will or just happens to walk into his shop one day. It will not be a nice meeting, though. Not for Ches, at least. Either way, this came from a sort of daydream I had and I'm pretty happy about her! I'll probably draw her more later but we'll see. Honestly kind of made her to ship her with either Lydia or Anna but we're just gunna have to see lol.

[chokemedaddyclown]

Off Night

Bob Gray x Reader | Smut Request

Request by @a-shygur: Hi I'm a nasty sewer bitch! May I request a nsfw drabble of Bob gray being unusually soft? Maybe he's upset about something or reader is upset. He's still nasty and dirty talks and drools but it's more praise based than degrading?

A/N: I'm starting to gain quite a few requests for some nasty Bob Gray fics on top of the Penny ones. It warms my filthy little heart to see.  So, if I haven't written yours yet, I'm not ignoring it, I just haven't gotten a chance to write it yet! ALSO, there is only one Bob Gray gif in the gif search. Someone needs to fix that ASAP!

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You tried to keep a slow pace as you walked to Bob's tent, not wanting to make it too obvious how eager you were to get the man alone with you so he could fuck you ragged again. He kept you around more or less as someone he could fuck however and whenever he wanted, and you were okay with that.

You did whatever he wanted, and in turn, he kept you around and gave you a place to stay. It was also a big help that you favored being used as a fucktoy by the old bastard. Plus, you had settled into the circus life pretty quickly, you might even dare say that you loved it.

Your thighs clenched together involuntarily as his tent finally appeared in your view. The heat and ache in your core only growing more obvious by the second as the arousal and fear of the thought of what he might do to you started sprouting up in your mind. Bob had his own set of proclivities it seemed, and he was without a doubt one of the nastiest fucks you've ever had, even revolting at times, and you loved every minute of it.

Your core was aching when you finally arrived to the tent after what felt like hours of walking. You were already so eager and wet, ready to please this the old man in any perverted way he wanted.

You really were a whore for him, weren't you?

You pulled the flap of the tent back, with your heart pounding in your chest, making you clit throb in time with your heartbeat. Bob was hunched over his desk, his heavy lidded eyes and brows fixated on his desk.

"Bob?"

He cut his eyes to you, his thick brown bone narrowing in your direction. "Now, surely you know better than to address me like that."

You bit your lip, giving him a nod. "Sorry.. Daddy."

"That's better," he said, giving you a nod before pointing towards the entrance. "But you can get out of my sight now. In no mood for abusing you tonight, pretty thing."

"What's wrong, daddy?" You squeaked, taking a step towards him. He had never denied you since you had been here, and it made you nervous. "I can make you feel better."

"That is none of your concern." He flashed you a dangerous look. "You should get out of here while you can, little girl."

"No. Please..," you breathed, fumbling with your fingers as you looked down, somewhat ashamed that you were begging for this man to treat you so horribly. "Don't make me leave."

He hummed, giving you a small chuckle as he looked at you intently, with yellowed, bloodshot eyes. "Rather stay here and let me treat you like a whore, hmm, is that it?"

You nodded. "Am I good enough?" You tried to hide your guilty expression.

"Are you good?" He scoffed, his lips upturning in a devious grin as the drool dangled on his bottom lip. "You are the best little whore. Got daddy all hard just thinkin' about that tight little cunt," he praised.

Your eyes widened slightly, it was somewhat of a shock to hear him speaking to you so sweetly. Well, what was considering sweet for him. He was usually very degrading and downright sickening when he talked to you, and you loved it, but actually hearing him praise you was making you wet all over again, and that familiar ache intensified, sending a jolt straight to your core. It was so new that you weren't even really sure how to respond to him.

He could obviously see that, too, as he motioned you over with a boney finger. "C'mon then, better make me feel better.. Don't make me punish you now."

You sauntered over towards him, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

You were taking too long for his taste, and once you were in reach, he wrapped his slender fingers around the material of your dress. He definitely was still acting like quite a brute as he yanked you down to him, making you stumble on your own feet as he pushed you to the ground on your knees between his legs.

You settled in between his long, spindly limbs, looking up at him with a lusty stare as you waited.

"My cock ain't gunna suck itself, slut," he crooned, he reached down to curl his fingers beneath your jaw, making you look up at him. "Don't make me tell you twice now."

"Yes, sir," you answered.

You reached up to place both of your hands against his knees, noting how hard his cock already was through his pants, just straining to break free from it's restricting confines. You reached up, palming his length through his slacks, ushering an approving grunt from him as he gazed down as you. He reached out, tangling your hair around his fingers as you squeezed and rubbed his cock through the fabric.

Your other hand snaked it's way up his leg to undo the button at the top of his pants, and bringing the zipper down slowly. He took his free hand and reached into his pants, letting his large cock spring forward as he pulled you up closer to it, forcing your head down until your lips were pressed against the leaking, swollen tip. His grip tightened in your hair as his breathing became ragged, he hunched forward as a long strand of his saliva streamed down onto the head of it and your lips.

"Be a good girl," he cooed, digging a finger in between your lips. "Open up your mouth."

You obeyed as you kept eye contact with his glowering, golden eyes. You opened up your mouth from him while he placed both hands on the side of your head. He pushed his hips forward, letting his cock enter your mouth slowly before he gave a quick thrust, jutting the length of it to the back of your throat. You moaned against his cock as he filled your throat, your tongue working against the underside of his shaft as he held your head in place. He rolled his hips against you continuously as he fucked your throat, his pace getting a little rougher each time. He laid his head back onto his chair, grunting and growling in pleasure.

You gagged when he hit the back of your throat, the sensation making your mouth water as you began to slobber profusely, with it spilling out the side of your mouth in long strands. He only forced your head down farther on his cock as you began to choke on his, gasping for air and your face turning a scarlet color. He let out a guttural growl as he looked back down, his lips curled to reveal his sharp teeth.

The old pervert just loved to watch you choke on his dick.

And so did you.

He thrust himself into your throat a few more times, making you cough and gag even more against his dick before he finally yanked you back by your hair, letting you catch your breath as he pulled himself out of your throat. Your eyes were watering and you were covered with your own saliva at this point. He reached down to give you a few hard smacks across your face before he dug his fingers into your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him as he pulled you up to a standing position between his legs again.

"My nasty little girl listens so well," Bob cooed, giving you that familiar, eerie grin. "Now, get those panties off."

You could feel your heart hammering in your chest as he spoke. Between the things that he did to you and the filthy ways that he spoke to you, you were nothing more than putty in this dirty old man's hands at any given moment. You gulped down the excess drool in your mouth and reached down, lifting your dress up slowly. Bob's hand trailed down to his exposed cock, stroking it as he watched you hook your fingers into the soft fabric of your underwear, pulling it down to reveal your dripping cunt to him.

"Mmm, look at you" he spoke gruffly, rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock. "Get in daddy's lap. Time for me to fill that tight little cunt up."

You smirked, feeling another wave of heat sweeping through you as you lifted one of your legs over his as he caught it with his cold hand, letting it linger there, making you lower yourself down slowly. He held his pulsating cock in the other hand, pulling your thigh down until your pussy was ghosting over his cock, letting the head of it just barely brushing against your drenched folds.

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, a small, sharp moan escaping you as he jerked his hips upward, letting his swollen head sink inside of you, only momentarily, before pulling it back out, torturing you. Your legs began to shake as you fought the urge to push yourself down onto him and ride him, but you knew better than to do that without his say so.

"Fuck," you moaned, looking at him with pleading eyes.

He grabbed your face with his other hand, pressing roughly into your delicate skin as he pushed you down further. Your eyes rolled back in ecstacy as his cock finally began to stretch you open, sinking into your entrance. His mouth was watering as he watched you sliding down onto his thick cock, and you could feel drips of his saliva hitting your thighs. He finally shoved your hips all the way down in one fluid motion, making his whole cock slide into you all at once, filling you up so tightly that you whimpered at the uncomfortable feeling.

"Don't move, pretty thing," he growled, smacking the side of your face again. "Just sit on my cock like a good little slut. Understand me?"

"Yes, sir," you said.

Bob reached out to run his unnaturally cold hands over your body as he leered down at you through his heavy lids. You tried to keep your legs from shaking even more as you felt his large cock twitch inside of you. You had to fight the urge to roll your hips into his, desperate to get some friction on your aching clit as he sat there, taunting you. He finally let his hands settle on your breasts, squeezing them roughly enough to make you wince.

He grabbed the flimsy fabric at your cleavage, popping the seams of the outfit as he ripped it down the middle, exposing your breasts to him. His golden eyes lit up, with another glob of drool splashing onto your heated skin. He gave a mischievous chuckle as he stared at your naked chest, admiring his handywork as he studied the roadmap of bruises and bitemarks that already lay across your skin from you last encounter. He pinched one of your nipples, rolling it tightly between his thumb and index finger, making you let out a choked gasp at the sensation.

"Such a fragile little thing, you are," he said in that deep, guttural tone as he pressed his finger into one of the deep bitemarks that had scabbed over on your skin, making you grit your teeth as he did so. "I could break you at any moment, couldn't I, babydoll?"

"You could..," you breathed, peering up at him. "Just.. not in a bad way, I hope."

"No, no, no." He shook his head, trailing his fingers up your chest to wrap around your neck, tightly. "I'd never hurt my favorite toy.. Not more than she could handle anyway."

He gave you that wicked smirk as he wrapped a hand around your neck, rolling his hips up into roughly, making you groan as you felt his cock hit your cervix instantly. You put your hands on his shoulders, bracing yourself, feeling his jutting collarbone just beneath the surface of his shirt. He rolled his hips into you harder this time, ushering a whimper from you as his cock delved inside of you again, bottoming out with each thrust he took.

You took it as your que to begin grinding your hips against his. You moaned, bucking your hips against his, purposefully making yourself bounce in his lap as you straddled him, feeling his cock pump in and out of you as it hit all of the right spots. You were so wet with arousal that you were leaking everywhere, and you could feel that you had completely soaked through his pants now.

"Good girl, such a tight cunt, so obidient.. All for me," Bob growled in an animalistic tone, grabbing you by the cheeks again, pulling you to his face. "Is this what you wanted, pretty thing? Just wanted me to fuck you like the filthy whore you are?"

You nodded your head profusely, unable to make a real sentence, you were too focused on trying to keep up with the hard strokes he was making beneath you. You moaned brokenly as he spoke to you in such a dirty way, it was just as much of a turn on as him fucking you was.

"Say IT," he spat at you, he gave you the hardest slap to your face yet. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You, daddy," you whined, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as you felt your impending organ building up. " I belong to you.. Just you.."

"Oho, you're such a good little bitch, pet," he commended you, biting down into your shoulder to leave yet another mark on you, claiming you as his own. "I might just let you cum soon.. Y'better beg."

"Yes," you breathed, your fingers digging into his shoulders while you still grinded against him. "Please, please, let me cum, daddy.. Please."

"Good, good, good, little girl," he breathed raggedly.

He narrowed his eyes at you, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to spit into them, lowering his hand back down to your cunt. Although, there was no need for it, you were wet enough for the both of you, but he never missed a chance to be downright disgusting.

His thumb found your clit, drawing fast rhythmic circles around it that made you writhe in his lap as you picked up the pace of your own thrusts, whining and throwing your head back as you rode him as hard as you could. He pressed his thumb down into that swollen bundle of nerves, making you jerk your hips against him sharply as each press sent a painfully sensitive jolt through you.

Your orgasm was sneaking up on you fast, and you knew you weren't going to be able to hold back once it started.

"You gunna cum?" He cooed, squeezing your neck even harder to cut off your blood flow. "Better cum, pretty thing, because I'm ready to cum, and if I cum before you, then tough shit."

Between his talking and the sensation of him cutting off your blood flow, you were in a complete daze. His grip had tightened up even further on your neck as his thumb was still jammed against your clit. That throbbing and heat that you felt inside that had been building up came crashing down without any warning as you drenched his cock. You cried out, locked within the euphoric sensation as the orgasm took over all of you. You could still feel Bob's hand around your neck, and everything seemed to go black for a moment as you rode out your orgasm.

After a second, everything finally came fading back into your view as you were still on Bob's lap, trying to catch your breathe as his thrusts inside of your cunt never faultered. He wasn't even paying you much attention now as he fucked you ragged, only focusing on his own release now as his eyes went wild with lust, his grunts creating a consistent, primal melody all their own.

"Get on the fucking ground," he snapped, his breath becoming shallow as he pushed you off of him, leaving you feel empty without his cock as you landed on the dirt of your back.

You looked up at him, curious, but not surprised. You were still riding the high from the strong orgasm you had just received, and you sat up straight, looking up at him seductively as he glared back down at you. His mouth was upturned into a feral snarl as he grabbed ahold of your hair and his cock. He pulled your head up closer to it a he stroked himself, pumping his hand along the length at a steady pace.

"Open your mouth, babydoll," he ordered.

You did what he said without a second thought or hesistation. You perched yourself up on your knees, laying your head back for him as you opened up your mouth up, waiting.

His fingers dug into the back of your head as a final, guttural grunt escaped his throat as you felt the spurts of his cum landing in hot, thick ropes across your face and mouth. He pulled your head forward, making you take his length into your mouth again as he made you suck him, cleaning his cock with your mouth before pulling you away from him.

"Now swallow," he said calmly, using his hand to tuck himself back into his stained and soaked slacks.

You gulped.

The taste in your mouth was an overwhelming saltiness and not in the least bit something that had an actual appealing taste. Bob pressed his fingers into your face, further smearing his seed around it on purpose, just to make you into a total, disgusting mess. He shoved his fingers into your mouth, and you could taste the saltiness on them as you sucked them clean. He gave them a quick shove into your throat, forcing yet another gag out of your for good measure.

"My obidient little cumslut," he giggled harshly.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth, giving you just the slightest, smallest smirk of gratitude before he pushed you back down into the ground on your ass as he stepped back over to his chair to sit down. He turned away from you to focus back on whatever he was doing beforehand.

"I don't need your distractions now. Get out of here." He waved you away with his hand. "Clean yourself up. You're disgusting."

"Thank you, sir." You bit your lip as you pulled yourself off of the ground, a smirk forming on your face as you gave him one last glance before exiting.

Oh, how charming he was.

[kpop---scenarios]

Creatures of the Night

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5| Part 6| Part 7| Part 8| Part 9/Final

"Don't trust those with red eyes"

"Well hello there beautiful"

"I'm sorry"

The nightmares were back, and yet no matter what you did you couldn't wake up. Why wasn't Hyungwon waking you up? Why wasn't he protecting you like he had done so many times before? You needed him, to feel him beside you, to let you know everything was going to be okay.

But he wasn't there.

Hyungwon paced beside the bed your body was laid on. It had been a week since you had stupidly gone to solve the problems by yourself. You really shouldn't have done that. He was so mad at you but so worried.

It had been a week and you still hadn't woken up.

It had been a week since he tore the mans head off, killing the leader.

It had been a week since he sucked whatever poison was injected in you.

It had been a week since he had tasted a single drop of your blood.

He wasn't proud of himself, he had most definitely not wanted to stop. He wanted to continue tasting you, suck you dry. Luckily Shownu pulled him off of you quickly.

Hyungwon slowly slide down the wall, his head in his hands. What if it wasn't enough? What if you didn't make it? How would he go on? Would be ever be able too?

Hyungwon hears a light tap at the door, lifting his head, he turns to look as Minhyuk peaks his head in.

"Any changes?" He asks, staring at your still body.

"Nothing" Hyungwon sighs. "What if I didn't get it all out? What if she doesn't make it?" He asks.

"Don't think like that. She's still breathing, even if it is a little shallow, it's a good sign" Minhyuk reassures him. Even though it's meant to make him feel better, it doesn't help much.

"Mhm" they both hear coming from the bed. Their eyes dart over to your twitching body. Quickly you begin to move more, as if you're trying to fight someone.

"Nnnno" you stutter, eyes still shut.

"PLEASE" you cry, suddenly darting up in the bed. Your chest heaving, your eyes darting around the room.

Hyungwon is next to you in a second, stroking your hair.

"Shh baby, it's okay. You're safe. Everything is okay" he whispers, gently pulling you into him.

"What happened?" You croak, as Hyungwkn lays your weak body back on the bed.

"You don't remember?" He asks you.

You shake your head. "I remember up until I left and then saw you, but nothing after that" you admit.

"Their.. their leader bit you. Poisoned you with something. I managed to suck it out in time, but you were out for a week so we didn't know if you were going to make it or not" Hyungwon tells you, as he strokes your face.

He feels so relieved that your awake, but worried that you don't remember anything.

"Can I get you anything?" He asks you, hand still on your face.

"Some water would be nice" you croak again, your throat sore and dry. "Maybe some advil or something" you finish.

"Are you hurt?" Hyungwon asks, checking you over.

"No just a little sore" you half smile.

After Hyungwon brings it to you, you close your eyes as he strokes your hair.

"I love you" he whispers as you fall back asleep.

It had now been a few weeks since the incident and Hyungwon was still treating you like glass. The two of you had been so happy but you needed more. The passionate kisses always left you yearning for more. You needed more but Hyungwon would never budge. He insisted you needed to rest.

You were horny. You needed to be fucked, not a good nights sleep.

Hyungwon was laying in the bed, reading a book and now was your chance. Walking out of the bathroom you strutted infront of him wearing a black lace lingerie set, complete with stockings and all.

Clearing your throat, Hyungwon looked up from his book and let out a gasp.

"Why are you doing this to me?" He groans. You giggle.

"I don't need sleep, I'm not made of glass, I need you to touch me" you purr, climbing ontop of him to straddle him.

"Baby, if I fuck you, I'm going to want to bite you and I don't want too" he sighs.

"I want you too. I want you to bite me, change me. I love you. I want to be with you forever" you whisper, with a smile on your face.

"Are you sure?" He asks, a little surprised.

You nod your head.

A smirk plasters over his face. "Well in that case" he growls before quickly flipping you over to your back.

"You have no idea how much I want you. You look so fucking sexy in that outfit" he growls, kissing your neck. "But you'd look much better without it" he finishes before ripping your top in half, exposing your perky breasts.

Hyungwon leans down taking one on his mouth, swirling his tounge around your already hard nipple. You throw your head back from the pleasure.

"What do you want?" He asks you.

"Eat my pussy" you moan, your clit already throbbing without even being touched yet.

"Gladly" he smirks, moving his body down. You spread your legs, welcoming him. Hyungwon reaches up, ripping your panties off your body.

"You smell delicious baby" he groans before lowering his head inbetween your legs.

Hyungwon sweeps his tounge up and over your clit causing you to shiver. His tounge continues to circle around your clit.

Your hands gripping the sheets, your eyes closed trying to concentrate on not being too loud.

"Fuck" you half whisper, half moan.

"Louder baby" Hyungwon smirks, licking his lips.

His lips attach to your clit sucking away before adding two fingers into your already wet pussy.

Your eyes practically roll back into your head as the knot in your stomach builds and builds.

Hyungwon's tounge begin to go in circles as his fingers pump in and out of you.

"Shit. Fuck fuck" you cry out, your orgasm right there.

Before you can cum, Hyungwon removes his fingers and lifts his head. Looking your straight in the eyes, he placing his fingers inside his mouth, sucking off your juices.

"What the fuck" you huff as you rise on your elbows.

"When you cum, itll be from my cock, not my fingers" he smirks, taking his clothes off.

As Hyungwon strips off his boxers, you begin to drool at the sight of his long, thick cock.

He's infront of you, leaning to to place a kiss on your lips before you can get up to wrap your lips around his cock.

"Can I taste you?" You question.

"Not today. I need to feel you around my cock right now baby" he growls while lifting your legs over his shoulders.

Hyungwon slowly begins to slide into you, stretching your walls as he fills you up.

"Holy shit" you moan, as he pushes himself into you.

"Fuck you're so tight baby" he growls.

Giving you a second to adjust, you tell him to begin moving. He starts out slow, pumping in and out of you.

"Faster" you cry.

Hyungwon quickens his pace, thrusting himself in and out of you. Looking up you see his eyes growing darker and darker.

"Tell me when you're going to cum, the bite will hurt a little less" he growls, his pace becoming faster.

You reach down, rubbing your clit as Hyungwon pounds in and out of you. Your cries of pleasure becoming louder and louder.

He reaches up, pinching your nipples between his fingers, making the knot build faster again.

"Shit shit" you cry, you can feel it coming.

Hyungwon let's your legs go, each one beside him. Leaning down, he kisses your neck, you can feel his fangs grazing across your neck.

"I'm gunna cum" you cry out

"Ahh fuck" he yells, as his orgasm takes over, his cum coating your walls. Looking up at him, his eyes are dark, his fangs protruding. He snarls before plunging down, sinking his teeth into your neck as you cum.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as his bite amplifies your orgasm.

"Fuuuuck" you cry out, going in and out of the darkness.

Hyungwon pulls out of you, and starts stroking your hair, as your eyes begin to slowly close.

"You'll wake soon and then we'll be together forever, my love" he whispers.

"See you soon" you whisper before fading into the dark.

When you awaken, a few days later, it's dark outside. Hyungwon is beside you, rubbing your hair.

"Hello baby" he smiles at you.

"Hi" you whisper, the burning in your throat very noticable.

Standing up, you walk over to the mirror and you barely recognize the person there. Your skin is smooth and flawless, your eyes bright red, your protruding from your mouth.

Hyungwon walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Ready to be together forever?" He whispers in your ear.

"Forever and always" you smile, turning to kiss him.

You were always told never to trust those with red eyes. But now you were one. You were now a creature of the night.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

The End.