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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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— Your sex life with your emotionally stunted boyfriend has always been good, but not great. But practice makes perfect - even if it means accidentally making your boyfriend cum in his pants to realize that your power roles have been wrong this entire time. —

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pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+, cursing, fem!dom, sub!bakugou, bondage, sensory deprivation, spanking, pegging, sounding, slight degradation, oral

word count: 8,464

a/n: happy motherfucking birthday to my birthday triplet, @lady-bakuhoe!!!! jo i love you so much and well I decided to hell with it, Imma try to give you the subby bakugou you deserve. I hope you had an amazing day today and know youre one year more hotter than the last!!!! continue writing with that amazing talent you have, and I hope you enjoy!!!

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When you said you were a virgin before getting with Bakugou Katsuki, you meant it.

Your experience outside of the large and rather aggressive blond was limited. You had your crushes, your significant others, and the random people you’ve made out with. Each and every instance in which you would join with another never made it past a brush against the other’s lips and the occasional press of tongues.

It did not surprise you in the slightest bit that Bakugou Katsuki — Ground Zero — was also a virgin. At least, it made sense since he was always working and said he’s kissed fewer people than he had quirks. The relationship the two of you had was quite educational on many levels, and it shocked you how intense and amazing it was given that it held so many firsts for the two of you.

But if you were being honest — brutally honest — you weren’t happy with one part of your life with him. Your sex life was, by all means, healthy. The two of you typically screwed like bunnies in heat whenever you had the time, and even when there wasn’t time, you found a way. But there was something off. No matter how fast, how strong, his hips snapped into you, no matter how far he stretched your legs or made you beg for his cock, it felt off.

There was no reason for it to feel wrong! After all, he did leave you feeling like your body was made of putty! However, you could not shake the feeling that there was something off, that there was something terribly wrong with the two of you fucking like this, but you couldn’t figure out for the life of you what exactly was wrong.

However, it was not the time to think about this, no, not at all.

After being gone from your shared apartment for over two weeks due to an extended undercover mission, you were more than grateful to be back in his arms. The second you had walked through the doors, Bakugou was on you. At first, he was coddling, his hands making sure that you weren’t severely injured, checking off whatever mental list he had despite you saying that the hospital cleared you.

“Those idiots still don’t know what they’re doing,” he grumbled, inspecting your body, checking for anything and everything that could be wrong. “Looks like they did a decent job this time…”

You smiled up at his grouchy face, the way that the creases in his face smoothed over when he ran his fingers against your skin made your heart flutter. But there was no rest for the weary; Bakugou shoved you over to the kitchen to force-feed your food.

Only after taking a shower and brushing your teeth did he finally allow you to kiss him, and fuck was it everything you’d been craving for days now.

There weren’t enough words in the world to describe the intoxicating sensation that was Bakugou’s lips against yours. The only thing you could comprehend is that while his lips pressed against yours, it sent this chill down your spine that you could never ignore. With the both of you awkwardly sitting next to each other, twisting your spine to continue this sensual make out sensation, Bakugou moved to press you against the mattress, obviously wanting this to lead to more.

You hissed at the feeling of the mattress against your shoulder blade, an aching bruise, unfortunately, disturbing the pleasure of making out with your boyfriend.

“Fuck, sorry,” Bakugou mumbled, dragging you onto his waist instead. You could barely remember what it was like to be on top of him, straddling him like this.

From what you’d explored and educated yourself on, men with Bakugou’s personality tended to stay on top. He had such a commanding presence — a demanding force that could never be ignored if you valued your life. Because of that, you had always assumed he would forever be on top, and to be honest, he hadn’t been proving that wrong.

He was always on top, commanding you with everything he did.

So it was weird to be straddling his waist the way that most people do when topping. But still, you were missing him, and your body burned with the need to have him in every single intimate way that night. You wanted to see his thighs tremble with suppressed need when your lips wrapped around his cock, the way his breathing turned ragged when he slammed into you from behind, contorting your body so that his chest was pressed into your back.

The thought of the euphoric sensations that you had been missing sent a lulling fire to your core, a pleasurable chill rolling down your spine. Grunting against his warm lips, you sighed when his hands pressed against your hips. Without really thinking it out, you moved your hips against his crotch, the feeling of his hardening cock beneath you, pressing against your core, sent shivers through your skin.

Again, you rolled your hips against Bakugou, and he stilled beneath you. It confused you, the way that his fingers loosened their grip against your waist as if he didn’t like what you were doing. Furrowing your eyebrows, you pressed your mouth harder against his, trying to ignite his aggressive nature. Your hips ground harder against his, the friction between your shorts and his jean pants making your core beat in time with your heart, and his boner even more apparent.

But he wasn’t moving.

You stilled finally, uncomfortableness filling you, a disturbing uneasiness scorching your veins because there was nothing in you that could explain what this was. Did he not like this?

“Don’t s-stop,” he growls, his fingers tightening against your waist. Your eyes widened, opening to look at Bakugou’s closed eyes and flustered face.

Did he like this?

Your lips were against his again, pressing hot and wet kisses against his mouth. Your eyes remained partially open, enjoying the way that his eyes scrunched close whenever you circled your hips in a spiral. Or the way his nostrils flared when you moved to slide up and down his clothed cock. Acting as if you were merely riding it.

His breathing became louder, and your grinding became more unforgiving to his small pleas.

Soon enough, you were rocking on his hips, the feeling of his hard cock throbbing between the layers of cloth thrilling you in such beautiful ways.

“B-Baby,” Bakugou hissed at a particular roll of your hips that shifted his cock to the side, your mouth was marking his neck, and a fire ignited within you at the way his pale skin flushed darker. “Fuck if you don’t fucking stop with that shit imma—”

“You’re gonna what?” you mock, your hands moving to press below where your ass was dragging against his jeans, hoping that you were palming where his balls were. “What’s gonna happen if I don’t stop, Katsuki?”

A rugged, near animalistic, moan escaped Bakugou’s pretty, bruised lips, his hands ensnaring themselves against your hips, his hips bucking wildly against yours. A thrill-like excitement fired through every nerve in your body when you came to counter his every move. A giggle tearing through your neck at the feeling of his throbbing cock against your blazing core.

“Holy fuck—”

“Do you need to cum, baby?” you coo, your hips now dragging and circling against his crotch faster than he could slam up against you, quickly overwhelming him. Your fingers threaded in his hair and pulled at the roots hard.

Your teeth gently nipped at his skin, and you watched his jaw go slack. A low, long moan escaped his mouth, his eyes fluttering open, but his eyes were rolled to the back of his head, keeping you from seeing the way his pupils were blown.

Slowly, your continuous grinding stopped, but a weird and wet sensation pressed into you. You were more than familiar with how it felt to have your slick against your panties, the cold warmth was familiar to you. But this was different; this was hot and seemed to be seeping into you. Pulling away, you smiled at the different sized hickies and bite marks on his slender neck before looking down at his crotch.

It was darker than the other parts of his jeans, and you realized with victorious cockiness that you had made him cum in his pants.

“Don’t,” he snapped, having seen your reaction and knowing that teasing was well on its way. Bakugou Katsuki, who could last for hours in bed, had cum in his pants from a mere prepubescent grinding in less than five minutes.

But what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t tease him?

Leaning down so that your lips ghosted the shell of his ear, you murmured, your voice dropping in pitch while your fingers roamed his tight chest.

“I didn’t know you were such an easy whore.”

You always thought you had a solid understanding of Bakugou. You bet that he would have slammed you over, while still being cautious of your injury, and slam into you until your toes were curling with your impending orgasm, his words sharp and heavy against your throat while he tried to prove his alpha male energy to you.

What you didn’t guess, what you would have never assumed once in your entire life, was that his cock would twitch underneath you, becoming hard once again. Intoxicating pleasure bubbled through your body when you looked at Bakugou, his vermillion eyes locking on yours in embarrassed lust. Your lips perked into a knowing smirk, the revelation of what had been wrong in your sex life coming to light at that very moment.

He was at a loss for words, but you?

Never.

“Who knew the great Bakugou Katsuki liked being talked dirty to.”

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It had been a long day.

After wrapping up with your dinner celebration with your friends, you were excited to get home. Bakugou hadn’t worked today, unlike you, and thus had been antsy for your arrival back home. You were in no rush, with the following day booked free for the both of you — something the both of you had agreed upon — you were taking your sweet time.

You pressed your apartment ID to the scanner, the pitched beep letting you know that you were able to walk in now. In you strolled, the small, powerful clicks of your heels hitting the shiny waxed floors echoed with every step. You greeted the reception desk with a little wave, continuing your walk to the stairs.

A small buzz of your phone letting you know that you were five minutes late. However, it made no impact on the way you strolled through the hallway of your floor, smiling courteously at your neighbors. Hell, you were so uncaring of your lateness that you even made some small talk with the elder who was hard of hearing next door to you.

Your hands remained in your trench coat, something you had been wearing all night casually after coming back home before the dinner engagement. With another ten minutes gone, you bid your neighbor goodbye before entering your apartment.

Typically upon arriving home, especially with knowing that Bakugou was home all day, you would take off your heels, place on your slippers, take off your coat, and meet him in the kitchen while announcing your presence. But not today.

Today was different.

The shiny marble floors were spotless and gleaming despite the darkness of the hallway. The soft clicks of your heels hitting the floor echoed in the hall, something shivered down your spine when you came across the only closed door in the apartment. With a single deep inhale, you opened the door, and you were met with the mess you had left behind.

“I’m home!” you called cheerfully with a silver lining of pride.

On the bed, sweating, muffled, and a cum stained Bakugou lay writhing on the bed top. On his eyes lay a blindfold, thick opaque black fabric wrapped tightly around his face. On his ears were noise-canceling headphones, most likely keeping him from hearing your entrance. In his mouth, say a gag that was wet with his saliva, the orange ball moving with every press of his tongue whenever he moaned. A gleaming black spread bar sat at his feet, his ankles attached to the black cuffs, and his wrists were also separated centimeters away from his ankles, leaving him pressed on his back, knees angled, showing off his angry purple cock. Even from the door, you could see the pre-cum dripping from his cock despite the snug ring around him. But of course, before you could truly enjoy the scene, you stepped closer to him, and then you saw it.

The black jeweled butt plug sat glittering in his ass, the low humming telling you that it was still, in fact, vibrating.

A victorious smile spread across your face; he had stayed like this without destroying a single toy.

Improvement.

Adjusting your trench coat so that your cleavage could be seen through the sliver of the fabric, you walked forward, grinning at the thought that he was oblivious to your return home. Strangled moans continued to perk from his mouth, not quite the loud reaction you wanted. Licking your lips, you nestled a knee onto the mattress, and the bed fell with your weight.

Immediately Bakugou snapped his head towards you. Even though he couldn’t see, you knew that if he could, his eyes would be glued onto you. Vermillion irises maroon with fury and lust, oh how your pup loved to act like he hated this when he loved it.

“I’m home,” you repeat, moving his headphones off his ears. Emitting from the speakers is the white noise that made your presence unknown to him when you had walked in. A smirk pulled against your painted lips, your body leaning close to his musky body, “Did you miss me?”

Your fingers dragged down his jaw, the muscle glaring under your gentle touch as if you were hurting him.

“Now now, pet,” you grin, seeing his body tense at the nickname. He hated that one. “I’m so glad that you managed to keep everything in one piece while I was gone!”

There was a rough grunt, Bakugou letting you know that he did not appreciate being left behind like this. But you didn’t care so much about his disapproval; after all, it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy being kept up like this, but more that you had teased the ever-loving shit out of him before whispering that you had plans and would be back at a later time.

Mimicking his muffled disapproval, your lips attached to his adam’s apple, the prominent muscle shaping your lips, bobbing in unheard ecstasy when you kissed him. Your teeth dragging against his sensitive skin so absolutely calmly that when red rises appeared on his skin, you chuckled.

“Aren’t you so fucking pretty,” you moan, your hands massaging your breasts through your trench coat, small sparks of pleasure coursing through you at the sight of his bucking hips.

He wanted more, he needed more.

“I left you for less than two hours, and you’ve cum... once... twice? Such a good boy—“ your fingers trace the underside of his twitching and leaking cock— “good boys deserve rewards, don’t they?”

Against your lips, you can feel his head nodding slowly. He was never one to admit defeat, not even in bed, such a fucking brat. Your body shifted so that you were now straddling his chest, making sure to avoid his throbbing and needy cock. You wouldn’t give him the pleasure of your slowly heating cunt; no, not yet.

“Moan once for me to take the blindfold off,” you articulate against his chin, your lips peppering soft kisses against his trembling skin. Your finger raked down his chest, treasuring the feeling of his tense and flexed muscles. Fuck, did they get you going. “Moan twice for me to take off the gag.”

And then there was silence.

You waited for Bakugou to make his decision, the clock in the room ticking softly with each passing second. But whereas your boyfriend was short of temper outside of the bedroom, you were short of temper in it.

Fisting your hands in his hair, you yanked his pretty ash-blond hair backward. His head snapped back, his neck perfectly visible to you. His skin was covered in red lipstick and bruises left behind by you. Again you watched his adam’s apple bob with his moan, and you took that as his answer.

“I had hoped you would agree about the blindfold, I fucking love the way you look at me when you’re a muted bitch...” you mewl in his ear taking victory in the way his chest heaves.

Your fingers moved behind his hair, the low muffled groan escaping Bakugou’s mouth when you unwrapped the blindfold from his head, sending a low throb through your body. Fuck, you loved him so much.

Vermillion eyes met yours, the angry red that summed up his personality so well, thrilling you with the lustful need that he will always deny. “Oh, baby boy, don’t you look like you need some help.”

The words leaving your mouth are teasing, and you’re not sure if Bakugou’s blinking rapidly in his attempt to adjust to the light or because he’s questioning you. Either way, it mattered not.

Your hand quickly located his hard and hot cock behind you, your fingers kneading the hard member while staring at his fluttering eyelids. “How many times did you cum when I was gone, ‘suki?” your hands are insistent against his cock, the twitching skin untamable under his torture and your ministrations. “Blink for me, tell me how many times you’ve cum!”

Bakugou glared at you, but it was like being frowned at by a child.

Empty.

Weak.

Submissive.

Your lips curved into a grin when he blinked once, heat spreading sinfully slowly through your body. Twice he blinked, and a shiver of excitement went through your body.

“I’m so proud,” you moan in complete seriousness. “You deserve to cum in my mouth... don’t you agree?”

While being dominant in the relationship, there were times where even Bakugou made you feel like the roles were reversed. His glare was intense, drinking in your clothed form on top of him. His vermillion eyes unshakable when you slowly peeled off the trench coat.

One silky smooth shoulder was exposed first, your breathing pitching because of his gaze. Then the next shoulder was exposed, and you felt his body shift under you as if he could tell that his gaze was influencing you. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, recompose yourself.

Your eyes slowly opened, your gaze hooded, low, in control.

Teeth digging into your bottom lip, you slowly peeled off the rest of the trench coat. His eyes widened, gagged words sounding from his mouth when you dropped the coat onto the floor.

On your body was lingerie: black, orange, and green.

It was Ground Zero inspired lingerie with a garter belt that looked similar to his own. His hips began to buck maniacally, an act that you knew all to well. He wanted you to press your sweet ass against his cock, give him the sensation to cum once again around the cock ring.

But you were still in control.

Your hand came harshly against his rib cage, a stinging slap that caused him to snarl against the gag. Drool angrily dripping from the corner of his mouth. Such a ferocious fucking beast, yet her he was being topped so easily. Who fucking knew.

“Don’t ruin your chances at having a good orgasm,” you warn menacingly, enjoying the way he shuddered in sickened pleasure when your tongue dragged from his chin to the tip of his nose, unfazed by the ball drenching in his saliva.

But it seems that your warning makes its way to Bakugou’s senses.

Sliding down his body, you smirk at the way his head thrashes back against the pillows when your body finally makes contact with his cock. You want more of that from him, you needed more of that from him.

“Now ‘suki,” you giggle when you find yourself at his feet.

Your fingers traced the backside of his thighs, occasionally brushing against the vibrating butt plug that made him react deliciously. Seeing him behave this way, knowing that it’s you making him feel this way sent that heated throbbing to your core. You could feel your slick expelling against your panties when his eyes stared at you, begging for you to do something other than caress his thighs.

“Fine, fine,” you giggle, your mood intensifying immediately.

Both your hands latched onto his cock suddenly, and Bakugou flinched against your hold. Slowly you removed the ring from his body, and his hips quivered with anticipated relief.

“Someone was eager for that to come off,” you playfully note at his wistful expression. A noise that could only be transcribed as: “well duh, you fucking idiot!” came from him, and you smirked.

Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. The angry purple head seemed to sizzle against your cold saliva, and the taste of his salty pre-cum, along with the dried cum on his cock, invaded your senses. Fingers continued to stroke and massage his throbbing cock, and your tongue pressed flat against the slit in his head. His yelp of overstimulation sent your body straight to heaven while your ass wiggled in the air.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you let your teeth scrape gently against his skin, and you knew he was singing your name.

Further, you went down against his length, the more your tongue wrapped around his girthy cock. Teeth dragging against the bulging veins on his member. If only you could really hear him scream your name, you wanted him to beg you to do what he loved most, scream your name until his throat was hoarse and your elderly neighbor would wonder what was going on in your room the next morning.

He did this to you, you wanted to do this to him. Please let this happen.

Your eyes locked with his fluttering ones, he was finding it hard to keep them open, and that was all you needed. Shifting your hand to the base of his cock, you willed yourself lower against his trembling hips. The feeling of his cock pressing further down your throat thrilling you, he wasn’t thrusting his hips, he was adhering to you.

But fuck was he thick. You could feel his cock stretching out your throat, the slick and heated skin almost imprinting itself against his cock. More, you willed yourself when your hand sharply twisted the base of his cock. An unrestrained scream of pleasure resonated from Bakugou, and his hips subconsciously thrust further into your mouth.

Tears pricked into your mouth while Bakugou pathetically thrust into your mouth, the spreader bar keeping him wonderfully in check. Your free hand shifted to his balls, grabbing onto the sack and gently kneading it. With one low groan from your throat, it was over for Bakugou.

His body stiffened underneath you, and fiery sticky hot cum squirted into your mouth, shooting straight down your relaxed throat. Moaning softly, you rose from his cock, strings of saliva attaching his body from yours.

Making an effort to show that you had swallowed his cum. His chest rose and fell with his ragged breathing, a testament to his suppressed orgasms this entire time.

“Delicious,” you coo, your eyes lids heavy when you stare at him. “I do wonder how much you’ll like this next one. But, for me to do that, I’m going to have to let you free from the gag...”

Your voice dipped with disappointment, there was no denying that you loved gagging Bakugou. Having him desperately try to engage in verbal war while fucking sent pleasurable waves through your core, but you knew you needed access to his voice for this.

Without much hesitation, you removed the gag from his mouth, and immediately he started yelling at you.

“Y/n! You fucking bitch! You left me

here for longer than you promised!” Bakugou spat at you, his chest heaving while he continued on his rant about disrespect. “I swear once I get out of these fucking stupid ass restraints, I’m going to— holy shit!”

“What were you gonna do?” you bat your eyes when you attach the nipple clamps on his protruding nipples. “Tell me, ‘suki, I wanna know!”

“You’re a fucking cunt,” he ragged despite the flush of happiness tainting his words.

“You’re fucking my cunt, that’s for sure,” you grin, adjusting the pillow so that he could see you comfortably.

“Shitty stupid woman, I’ll fucking kill you,” Bakugou growls at you, but that excitement in his eyes and body is undeniable. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Wordlessly, you picked up what seemed like a metal probe. It was cold in your touch and relatively thin, no bigger than led on a pencil.

“You remember our safe word?” you mumble, applying a generous amount of lube to the probe.

“Of fucking course I do,” he snapped, but his feet were clenched in his slight nervousness of the insertion.

“Good.”

Taking his once again hard cock, your finger circled around his urethra. The head of his cock had diminished from the angry purple to deep pink. With a final breath, you pressed the probe to the tip of his urethra and entered it.

The sound and image that Bakugou made the second the probe invaded his body was something you wanted to forever remember. The pitched moan of your name that sent his head digging further into the pillows, his face scarlet with undeniable pleasure. His tongue fell out of his mouth, his panting desire was so hot you swore you could see his foggy breath in the air.

Your fingers were now off the probe and watched as gravity did the rest of the work. It slowly entered, and the jittery cries of Bakugou sent fire to your core.

“You masochist,” you moan, your fingers shoving your panties to the side to feel the slick of your essence thick against your skin. “Of course, you would like this!”

No longer able to wait, your fingers plunged into your sopping heat, and you let out a strangled moan. Your walls clenched around your moving fingers, the pressure of your arousal alleviating at the sensation of your scissoring fingers. You imagined that instead, you were riding Bakugou’s cock well after he was fully overstimulated, a babbling, slobbering mess because of you.

You wanted him to scream that he was yours and only yours.

Your fingers slammed faster into you at the way Bakugou’s hips slammed into the empty air as if by doing that, he would somehow find solace in something hot and wet like your pussy.

“More,” he strangled out. The command caught you off guard, the feeling of your orgasm vanishing at his demand. “Fucking hell, do fucking more to me, please!”

“More?” you pant.

You two had broken the vibrator by accident last session, a reminder to you that you shouldn’t fuck Bakugou against the wall. His legs were more powerful than you had given them credit for.

Your fingers grasped the vibrating butt plug from his ass. The toy had been on its highest mode for the entirety of the night. A nod to how resilient Bakugou had been. And at the sudden removal, Bakugou choked his asshole clenching in its disappearance.

But you had a job to do.

Forgetting your dripping pussy, you pressed the vibrating plug against the head of the probe.

The primal scream that left Bakugou's throat almost made you cum on the spot, however. His hips bucked wildly against the vibration, wanting more, needing more.

“Such a needy bitch,” you laugh, thoroughly enjoying the way your sometimes a jerk of a boyfriend was begging for more. Pleading that he was yours, only yours. “Do you need to cum again?”

“Holy f-fuck,” his voice cracks, the spreader bar bending under his will. “Please let me cum, y/n, p-please let me cum — FUCK!”

Removing the probe, you simultaneously yanked on the nipple chain and watched in fascinated thrill when his cum spurted from the tip of his cock. But you were several steps ahead and had once again surrounded his cock with your mouth.

The thick and sticky liquid filled your mouth, but you didn’t swallow while Bakugou panted in an attempt to control his breathing. Sitting up, your finger traced the bottom of your lip, hoping that nothing spilled out. Crawling up over Bakugou’s body, your lips glided across his sweaty chest, relishing in the way he twitched against you.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you fucking jacking off watching me,” Bakugou points out as if that was enough to warrant away your ability to dom in this relationship. As if he wanted it back.

But you cared not about what he had to say.

Finally, you pressed your mouth against his, and he immediately stopped his verbal anarchy. His mouth was insistent against yours, begging for you to do more with your mouth outside of this virgin lip kissing. So you gave him what he was hoping for, your tongue pushed through your lips, the taste of his cum saturated heavy on your tongue.

His mouth opened to yours, and you finally allowed your jaw to go slack.

Slowly, his thick and heavy cum dribbled out of your mouth and into his. Your eyes hazy in lust and power, Bakugou’s hazy in his submission and desire. Your eyes were locked until the very last of his cum dribbled back into his mouth, and he swallowed it.

“Such a good boy,” you hum, your fingers massaging his pectorals while he swallowed his cum with a grimace. “Don’t you taste fucking delicious?”

His eyes open to look at you, dissatisfaction profoundly evident on his face. He never liked swallowing his cum until—

“Fuck that was so hot,” you sigh against the corner of his mouth, your lips pressing senselessly against him.

“Shut the hell up, that was gross,” he whimpered with as much bite as he could muster.

“But don’t you think you deserve to be rewarded even more?” you giggle.

Your fingers traced along the curved spreader bar; this was the fifth one that Bakugou had bent over the year. It was inevitable, of course, with how strong he was, and just how much you pushed him. But the sight of the bar that was sold under the pretense of not being able to be bent, curved as delicately as it could be made you shiver in excitement.

“Let’s get you out of this, baby,” you grin, pulling the restraints free from his body.

Bakugou slumped over on the bed, his body tense, and he groaned loudly at the freedom of being free from the somewhat limiting position. But while he was slowly adjusting to his newfound freedom, you were actions ahead.

Sliding off the bed, you reached for the harness and strap on that had been calling for the both of you for some time now.

Your eyes locked on his own, a smirk on your face as you slip your legs through the ties. Fastening them tight around your thighs as you jut out your hip in a sultry fashion for Bakugou when it’s done. It’s tight against your legs, enough for you to feel the low throbbing of your heartbeat, but you enjoyed that feeling. Bakugou groans, his body sprawled out onto the bed as you saunter towards the bed.

Why did you look sensuous like that?

Bakugou feels you climbing onto the bed, your hair tickling his cheeks as you lean down above him. “On your knees, bitch,” you whisper into his ear, your teeth nibbling his earlobe.

“Like fucking hell, I will,” Bakugou barks, but he does as commanded.

Biting your lower lip, you stand up on the bed staring at Bakugou, who presses up off the bed and onto his knees.

Grabbing the cold dildo in your hand, and his chin in your other, you watched his lips curl into a snarl. Oh Bakugou, he never was one to submit even though he was quite the bottom.

“Open that pretty little mouth of yours up,” you sigh, pressing the dildo against his mouth.

“Like hell, I will,” Bakugou grits with his teeth clenched closed.

“I wasn’t asking,” you snapped, pressing a nerve on his neck, which forced Bakugou’s mouth open and thrust your dildo in.

You shuffled your stance, nearing Bakugou. Your core throbbed deliciously at the sight of his hard cock in below you, and his scarlet cheeks intensifying with the thick dildo in his mouth. His large hands grabbed at your thighs as he stared up at you, vermillion eyes watering with his strained tears as you sigh contently. Rubbing smoother circles into his scalp, you watched as his pink tongue slipped out to lick the dildo’s tip. With a triumphant smirk, you pushed your strap further down his mouth, groaning as his cheeks hollowed, and his fingers grabbed your thighs tight enough they would leave bruises. He began to bob his head along the length, tongue swirling around the underside of the plastic cock, feeling the fake veins brushing against his moaning mouth.

“You can do better than that,” your voice was low, sultry, and taunting. Bakugou let out a growl that immediately set your core on fire, and you slipped the cock from his wet cave, making you groan as he fisted it into his broad palm, the sight incredulously hot seeing how he was pretending that it was real.

Bakugou moved his hands back to your thighs, and your fingers carted through his hair. His scalp was slightly sweaty, and you took pleasure in the way that his eyes fluttered closed periodically. But your fingers moved down stroking along his cheeks almost delicately, catching him by surprise. Your fingers slipped into his mouth. His eyes hooded over, his hot breathing and saliva coating your fingers while you run your fingers against his tongue. You groaned at the lewd position you were in, his intense eyes focused on every move you made. Your eyes lowered to his beading cock and smirked when his cock twitched in front of you. Your tongue flicking out of your mouth when he panted, the sight of the bead of pre-cum on his tip, making your pussy clench in anticipation.

“Look at you, you filthy slut.” you hum pressing your fingers roughly against his tongue, activating Bakugou’s gag reflexes instantly. Bakugou’s tongue delicately wrapped around your fingers, not sucking on it, because even if he was a brat, he knew better.

But you wanted to see Bakugou choking on your strap.

You removed your fingers from his mouth and grabbed onto his face, moving him closer to your length. Brushing the head against his tongue Bakugou moved against your hold, most definitely trying to get further on your strap. Slowly, spit began to gather at the corners of his mouth, so you laughed almost cruelly, “Desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Like hell I am,” Bakugou snapped despite the desire cracking in his voice and ever so desperate in his eyes.

You laughed almost incredulously, grinning down at him when you pushed your cock inside his wet mouth, pulling it out slowly while you watched his eyelids close. You pulled his palm back, keeping your nondominant thumb in his mouth to land a slap against his cheek to keep him focused, it wasn’t half as hard as Bakugou was usually expecting from you, and he almost growled at the softness you were giving him.

You could change that.

You drove your dildo forward again, pushing it deeper within his mouth this time so that you could feel the familiar barrier of your length hitting the back of his throat. The motion causing his gag reflex to kick in as Bakugou spluttered against you. His fingers dropped to the back of your knees, his choking noises increasing with every slam of your hips. Your thumb kept his mouth wide open even while he was gagging continuously when you drove the cock further down his length. Each thrust had him reeling against your hold, drool slobbering out of his mouth as he tried to desperately breathe through your nose, groaning against the dildo’s length. It sent powerful vibrations along the dildo that you could feel even with the harness.

Bakugou’s eyes began to water at the slightly painful sensation, and tears slipped down his cheeks, your hips thrusting into him forcefully. “Take my cock so damn good baby,” you coo, and you gripped his hair tightly within your fingers, holding onto his roots so tightly that Bakugou cried in pleasure-filled pain. You stared down into his desperate eyes, and it fueled something primal in you, and so with your upper lip curling into a snarl, you shoved your entire length down his throat.

Bakugou’s eyes slammed open, the choking and gagging noises emitting from Bakugou’s throat with his nose buried into the harness made your cunt clench in need. You gasped in an attempt to control the throbbing pleasure you were having seeing him like this. “Relax, baby,” you instruct, your fingers moving down his neck. You could feel the way that his throat swelled with the dildo far down his throat. You laughed in mirth, his head pushing against your hands, but you were too delighted at the feeling of your dildo in his throat that you missed it.

“You look so beautiful like this,” your hands moved back to clutch his hair, fingers digging into his roots as you used it as leverage to push him against your length. “You love me face-fucking you, don’t you? Do you like it when I have you choking around it like some common slut? Such a whore for my strap.”

You pulled away from him, the pained breathing he made to recapture the lost air from his lungs sent goosebumps rising all over your arms. His choking moans vibrated around your length while he let you manipulate him. The wet sounds of the dildo in his mouth in works with the speed of your thrusting was enough to send your own eyes rolling back. This is what you loved.

Fuck.

But you needed to fuck him somewhere else.

Pulling away from his mouth, you shoved him onto his ass, “Hands and knees.”

Bakugou heaved for air, his chest ragging, but nonetheless, he shifted over to the position you ordered. Ass in the air, spluttering noises still heavy on his mouth.

“So fucking desperate,” you taunt, your index finger sliding past his tight hole. “I haven’t even fucking started fucking your asshole with my strap, and you look ready to cum.” You ease it in as Bakugou lets out a string of curses, his body trembling as he falls onto his forearms. Your tongue pokes out, savoring the way that his hot asshole clenches around your finger. How he was going to survive this thicker dildo was beyond you.

“Does this feel good, ‘suki?” you rhetoric, your finger curling within him, touching the soft walls of his rectum.

“F-FUck no, it doesn’t, oh my god, y/n,” Bakugou stifles a wail while he thrusts his hips out towards you, trying to fuck himself against you.

Your finger makes it all the way in, and Bakugou cries out your name as you begin to move it back out.

Your finger thrusts into him, and his hips tremble with resulting lust and need. Your hips shifting in your own excitement and discomfort from your own ignored need in the way he trembles. His chest falling to the mattress as you continue thrusting into him. Bakugou’s moans stirring you on as you add another finger.

“This doesn’t e-even feel t-that gOOD!” Bakugou snaps while you work your fingers in a circle, and you don’t bother to respond back, choosing to instead slap his ass so hard that an imprint was left behind immediately.

He makes audible gawking noise, his spluttering dismissing his faux angered words. You chuckle as your free hands trail up and down his muscular thigh, pinching and pulling at his skin until his ass clenches rapidly against your fingers, and your name was a broken record on his tongue. Your hand moves up his inner thigh and then grabs his hard cock.

Bakugou let out a silent scream when you began to fist his length, the simultaneous activation of his cock and his anus making him drool. You watched his scarlet face pressed into the pillow, his eyes not focused at all in his pleasure with a puddle of drool, holy fuck did that make your clit throb. “You’re taking my fingers so good, whore,” you groan against his rippling back muscles, your teeth biting into the sensitive skin. “I hope this feels as good as you’re making it look.”

Bakugou spasms as your nails ripple against the puffy the walls of his hole. He’s nearly crying, and his pathetically desperate gasps turn you on further. Your hand that is moving down his length his fisting him as you go. A sadistic smile on your face as his cries continue. His body trembling. Your fingers moving in a wave-like function as he gasps so desperately it was almost impossible to say that it was anything but art.

Your cunt is now throbbing at the sight of your boyfriend like this. Your heart hammered in your chest, the adrenaline rush of seeing Bakugou being unable to do anything but babble incoherently made your thighs scorching hot. Your other hand releases his twitching cock, flicking his beading tip as you pull back. Bakugou’s pleading gasps making you laugh as you slap his ass again.

“Don’t worry,” you say, grabbing the lube and placing a large amount onto the dildo. “I hope you’re ready for my cock, seeing that you were barely able to take two fingers, I wouldn’t be surprised to see that you tap out of my cock.”

“E-Excuse me?” Bakugou pants, his eyes unfocused but still staring at you while you stretch your back out contently.

“Think it’s too big to fit inside you, Katsuki?” you taunt with a pout; your hand shows off the cock that’s thicker than his own dick. “Maybe I should’ve gotten a smaller one—”

“Fucking try it, I’ll make it fit.”

For the first time in a while that night, Bakugou’s eyes are full of determination and fury of being looked down upon.

“Good.”

Bakugou shudders when he whimpers softly, the noise setting a small shiver down your spine when your tongue presses centimeters above his asshole. It sent Bakugo almost slamming entirely onto the bed, and maybe next time, you would remember to eat his ass out. But you didn’t have that in mind for now.

“You’re doing so well,” you praise pressing the head of the black dildo onto his asshole, the head pressing into his clenching pert hole. Your grin widening when Bakugou’s hips stuttered beneath your, a failed attempt of getting you further within him and trying not to give out entirely on you. “Now, you’re going to take my cock like a good little slut, and I don’t want to hear a single moan, groan, cry, or word.”

Bakugou’s husky voice lets out a splutter, and you shiver at the feeling as you move your hips forward. The head of the dildo sinking entirely into his awaiting hole.

“You didn’t make a sound, I’m impressed, you’re normally such a loud bitch.”

One of your hands moving up to rub soothing circles on his back as you pushed deeper inside him. Bakugou replied with pitched noise, his back muscles flaring with every small movement of yourself. Rutting his hips back into you as you entered utterly inside him, bottoming out entirely so that your thighs pressed against his ass.

But you do not wait for him to adjust entirely because he’s done this before, and he loves it when you’re rough. Your thighs twitch with your anticipation, and your hands find their reins in Bakugo’s hair, and with a small shift of your hips, you drive into him while slamming his head back. The pool of heat within you intensifies as Bakugou’s back arches more intensely then you’ve ever seen him arch before.

“Don’t be a fucking pussy!” He snaps, and you smirk, your thighs slamming heavily onto his ass, the spanking noises sending chills down your spine.

“Learn how to take my cock better first,” you taunt, and Bakugou dares to laugh, his head nodding in his emotional disarray.

“Make me.” Bakugou staggers as your hips roll into his ass.

A shriek of pleasure leaves his lips as you begin accelerating your hips against his ass. Your pace a lot faster than it has ever been. You began to plunge your hips against him, your fingers yanking at his roots so harshly you swore that you were ripping hair clean off his head. But you were also lost in your admiration in the way that Bakugou moans loudly, obviously enjoying how you drilled into him. His hips slammed backward to meet yours, his ass bouncing with every thrust. You pant, one of your hands letting go of his hair to landed another hard smack on his ass, expecting a raw noise in response. Your face lits up when your boyfriend lets out sinfully ragged moans at the action, his jaw-dropping as he mewls.

“You think I can’t make you?” you wonder, your nails scratching against the curve of his spine, watching the red mountains form on his skin due to your manipulation. “You really think that after all this that I won’t be able to make you cave to my will? Bakugou Katsuki, so fucking naive, and such a fucking little bitch.”

Your mouth perks into a prideful smirk, and Bakugou is creening again. Your fingers latch at the hair by the base of his neck, and you snap his head back, delighting in the way that he can no longer keep his eyes open, tears in his eyes.

“Please, baby, more!” Bakugou gasps as you shift your hips harshly. His back arching as he clutches the fabric between his fingers. You laugh, your head leaning to press a few harsh bites against his spine.

“Fuck, you look so damn pretty when you’re crying for me,” you moan, uncaring about how your thrusts are becoming more and more sloppy in turn for the power you’re giving. Bakugou is so responsive to your actions that it’s stirring you on, shivers coursing through you while you could feel your essence beginning to coat your inner thighs. You’re positive that you’ll be coming as soon as you mount his cock later.

You grip his hips, angling your body so that you’re thrusting into him at a better angle. Trying to desperately find that angle that will make his eyes roll to the back of his head, to leave him lost of all and any words. To find the edge that will make him scream and drool and babble. The pitched, loud, and raw ‘fuck’ that leaves his lips lets you know you found his prostate. You continue in at that angle, the same power and depth as the rawness of his voice sends sharpness down your spine.

Your body feels like it’s on fire as you feel so much power. Your boyfriend’s continuous whimpering stirring you on, because even though Bakugou was a sub, whimpering was often something he would never do. Your right-hand leaves his hair, moving to grasp his still rock hard cock in your grasp. “Oh, poor baby,” you coo. “Does your cock need to come?” You pant, the action of your thrusting hips making you sweat.

“Yes, fuck, y/n yes, let me fucking cum!” Bakugou blabbers, his eyes barely open, his face burying into the mattress as you fist his length up and down. Your hips are relentless against his ass as you continue fucking him, the smacking of his ass against your thighs, an invigorating song. Your laughs nearly inaudible at the sight of him still fucking himself against you.

“What if I think you don’t deserve to cum yet?” you challenge, your fingers leaving his length, your hips stilling.

“Please let me come, baby, please!” Bakugou pants his hips on a one-track mind while he continues pushing against the strap-on, fucking himself against you despite your stillness. You giggle, taking his cock back in your hand. Your arousal slicking against your thighs as you continue.

You’re intent on getting him to come within seconds, and it shows.

Your hips are thrusting harder and faster than you’ve gone yet. Your hand fisting along his length, his leaking precum covering your hand, your thumb rolling his head in the way that he enjoyed it the most. Bakugou’s spluttering incoherent yells fueling your inner lust. His body convulses under your manipulation.

Sinfully loud mewls and moans leave his lips, and you feel his cock spasm. Your hips finding it difficult to go as fast as you had been going as his hole tightens around the dildo.

“Y/N, FUCK!”

Your hand covered instantly in his hot sticky seed. Your lips in a wide grin as your hand continues stroking his length. His fluids continue to come out in his massive load. Your thrusting stops, and with a sigh, you pull away. Falling down on your ass as Bakugou collapses. His eyes locked on you as you lick his come off your hands.

Bakugou’s breathing rags from his position on his chest, his mind spinning from the intense orgasm. He can barely find his own breathing again while he lays there for what feels like an eternity.

But his solace in his harsh orgasms ends when you roll him over onto his back.

“You’ve cum four times, and I haven’t come once,” you inform him, the harness and lingerie dropping from your body while you push your hair back, staring down at your lover with lust hazed eyes. “I think you owe me one.”

Bakugou smirks, his eyebrow lifting in agreement, “I think I do too.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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g-on-ef · 3 years ago

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Hey I was wondering if you're still a fan of Helluva Boss and what you thought of the latest episode?

@megashadowdragon asked: have you watched helluva boss episode 6 which came out today ( if you were unaware) what are your thoughts

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It warms my heart to know you guys ask for my opinion ^^ now let's get down to business

WARNING THIS REVIEW WILL BE A NEGATIVE ONE WIT A HINT OF POSITIVITY THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS ON THE EPISODE YOU DONT HAVE TO AGREE WIT THEM BUT DONT WASTE MY TIME WIT YOUR NEED TO ATTACK ME FOR HAVING THOUGHTS OF MY OWN YOU HAVE BEEN WARN

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To answer both questions yes I still watch Helluva Boss however after their latest episode I think I will just stick to writing fanfiction about Blitz and Striker as well as stick to whatever content the fandom creates.

This episode if Imma be honest with you guys was not worth the wait, hell I was literally tempted to leave the episode as it just didn’t have my attention as the others.

The episode had some decent moments where I was chuckling a little but other than that I wasn’t that into it, to be honest the bad out weigh the good.

Also I wanna add that a while ago I wrote how Vivzipop and her crew did not know how to handle complex characters or complex scenes and I was right, this show and their crew do not know how to handle mature topics without reducing them into a joke but we are getting ahead of ourselves so let’s start with the pros, the cons, and everything in between.

Let’s start of with the pros,

Loona knowing when Blitz was being serious was a nice touch, it showed that even if Loona acts like she doesn’t care about Blitz she actually pays attention to him and knows when he is being serious and when he is joking around.

Moxxie was the true MVP his interaction with the agents had me smiling as well enjoying his moments.

Blitz protecting Moxxie

STRIKER !!!! I am a simp for this imp and I’ll take whatever crumbs I can get to see him ^^

Verosika, Fitzorallia, love them, love them

And that’s it...to be honest that’s it...like other than that that’s basically all that I like from that episode...

Now let’s get into the rest of this episode...

Okay was anyone other than me confused as to why they decided now was a good time to introduce the agents so late in the game?

Like at this point I am convinced that Vivizie and her crew are just winging it.

The agents were literally thrown in the show and it felt outta the blue, like I said it feels like Vivizie and her crew don’t know what they are doing and are just throwing things together like they could’ve given us hints that the agents were watching them, or give us a hint that they were being spied on, it didn’t even have to be big it could have just been small.

An example would be from my favorite book series Cirque Du Freak, in the first book Mr. Crepsely (a main character in the book) mentions something small that will become huge in later books, it was small but allowed the reader to be curious it gave the reader that something big was coming and we should be prepared.

Like I said it was a small hint but I left me curious and wanting to read more to find out more about what is going on.

Helluva boss didn’t do that it just threw this new idea and new characters without giving the others to grow.

If they gave us a hint that they were being watched it wouldn’t have felt like that idea came outta nowhere.

Also was I the only one that was uncomfortable with the way Blitz kept making jokes about the agent’s dead mom? I’m sorry but that was just wrong on soooo many levels.

Also with the truth serum thing...why did they use it if they weren’t even gonna get answers like again this came outta nowhere because the truth serum was supposed to make them speak the truth not look like they were tripping on acid. On less I missed something please let me now if I did.

Also to be honest the whole confession thing was once again treated like a joke, especially when Blitz asked Moxxie why he let Millie peg him, ummm...an emotional scene like that shouldn’t have jokes of any kind surrounding it, especially when it was supposed to be a heartfull moment.

Now Blitz ... okay Blitz and his vision was a little decent but I also didn’t like it. A lot of people had their speculation especially with the Stolas scene but the more I look at it the more I see it as a bittersweet moment.

Revealing that he was afraid of intamacy wasn’t that big of a surprised since we already knew that like it was nice for conformation.

Okay now onto the Sto*itz moment in the song ... like I said this was bittersweet moment,

People interpet the scene as how Blitz is afraid to love Stolas others saw it as Blitz was still chained to Stolas and would only be free if he and Stolas talk it out and another mentioned how he was forever chained to Stolas and how toxic the relationship between the two is.

Honestly I viewed it as how Blitz will be forever trapped in situations like this were he is to afraid to love someone or love himself and unless he comes to terms with his own demons he’ll forever be trapped in an endless cycle of pain and misery.

Now onto why I think that that Vivizie and her crew can’t handle mature themes.

Two characters have just had a revelation about their relationship with one another and instead of being honest with each other it gets turned into a joke...again...

Moxxie told Blitz what he felt and Blitz told him he treats him like shit cause its tough love...da freak ??? You just had a moment where you realized you pushed everyone away because you were afraid to be alone so you rather push everyone away so you have an excuse to let them leave and instead of admitting to that you just tell Moxxie it was all tough love.

Not to mentioned that you’re giving compliments and than tell him your done because your out of compliments...again you had a huge revelation and instead of giving the characters time to digest what they went through you just toss it to the side.

Another thing that pissed me off was how right after a huge moment you throw in a fight scene...I...why...just why ???

You had an emotional scene (that had no build up) but than throw it to the side for a fight scene that shouldn’t have been added at all.

Like the minute Millie and Loona saved them they should’ve opened up a portal and take them away not waste time on fighting only for them to get caught in the end.

Like I literally feel like they wasted all that time on animation than on writing and planning what they wanted from this.

Like again they had an emotional connection/scene and threw it to the side for some fight scenes which was a disappointment because had Loona and Millie saved them and take them home Blitz could’ve had some major character development and the four of them could have a heartfelt scene admitting everything that bothers them and help them get closer.

Nope, they decided to just throw a fight scene why I don’t know but it bothers me how they just tossed an emotional scene for some action scenes.

So yeah I am not happy with how that was handle at all.

Let’s also get to the Loona and Millie scenes...Millie crying for Moxxie once again made no sense as we never seen Millie care for Moxxie, hell she cares more for Blitz than Moxxie which is fucked up.

Hell when Moxxie was being critizied by her parents she didn’t do much to defend him hell Sally Mae was more honest with him than Millie.

Honestly Millie feels like she is being written by twenty different people who don’t know what they want from her.

And Loona, Loona could seriously be written outta the episode and nothing would changed.

Also they truly refused to let their characters grow seriously Moxxie was still treated like shit by Blitz in the end so yeah no character growth at all.

And now onto the last scene with Stolas and Blitz ... holy shit man Imma be honest with you guys Stolas asking for sex after saving them feels fucked up, to me it felt like the only reasons he saved the imps is so that he doesn’t get in trouble and for Blitz to reward him for saving them.

Again they could’ve had Stolas saving them and they could have had a heart to heart moment nope we had to toss all that emotional build up (if one can call it that) and toss it to the side for cheap jokes and a horny owl.

needless to say I was beyond disappointed with this episode and with the way they handle the “saddest” scene in the episode I am scared to see how they will handle the other scenes.

AGAIN I honestly don’t see why this episode took so long and I feel like Vivzie and her crew are more focus on the animation than anything else which sucks because this show has so much potential and it is being thrown to the side for pretty designs and shipping moments.

Anywhore that’s my thought on this show let me know what you guys think ^^

~GoNEF out ^^

#answers asked #anonymous #Anon #megashadowdragon #helluva boss #helluva critical #anti stolas #anti stolitz

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n0wornever · 4 years ago

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Is It Really Me You’re Missing? (pt. 2) - Luke Patterson x Reader

Read Part 1 Here

It had been a few weeks since she had last heard from him. She blocked his number in her phone right after she got home that night, and she had deleted him from all social media. They still lived in the same city, but in a place as big as Los Angeles, she wasn’t worried about bumping into him any time soon.

She grabbed her book bag and her keys and raced out her apartment door. As she turned to lock it, she found a small note sitting on top of her welcome mat. Grabbing the tiny envelope, she flipped it over and saw her name written in red ink. She knew that chicken scratch writing anywhere.She sighed before opening the top flap. She pulled out a piece of notebook paper. "The One Where Luke’s a Total Dumbass” was written on the top of the sheet, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the reference.

“I understand why you had to leave. I’m sorry that I hurt you. I hope that we can at least be civil at some point. - Luke”

She slipped the note back into the envelope before walked toward the door.

She bounced into the coffeeshop that she worked at with a smile plastered on her face. Her coworker Aster glared at her from the cash wrap. Y/N ignored her eyes as she wrapped her apron around her waist. She took her position behind the espresso machine and took a look at the first ticket.

London fog latte with a cinnamon muffin. She thought about that order for a second. She shook the intrusive thought out of her brain as she started to steam the milk.

As she finished the order, she yelled over to Aster to see what table ordered it. The emotionless girl pointed to a booth in the far right corner. A boy sat with his back toward them. Y/N walked over to the table, tea in hand and a smile on her face. She set the drink down, reciting the order back to the patron.

“One London fog latte and a cinnamon muffin!”

“Thanks,” a groggy voice replied.

Her eyes met his dark green ones and she let out a soft gasp. He gave her a small smile.

“Don’t show up at my work,” she said plainly.

She rubbed her hand against her apron before turning on her heels to jog back to the bar, not saying another word to him.

She went right back to work, taking several orders during lunch. She tried to ignore the fact that he switched seats, his eyes wandering over to her now that he could see the front counter properly. Her eyes flashed over toward him a few times, but they never held for long. As the rush slowed, Y/N moved to cleaning some of the front tables. She saw his shoes walking toward her as he moved to put his cup in the dirty dish box.

He stopped slightly, trying to catch her eye, but she kept hers focused on the table below her as she scrubbed for her life. She heard him sigh before he walked out the front door. She felt like she could actually exhale again, taking deep breaths as she leaned against the chair near her.

She saw Aster actually smile as she leaned over the counter to talk to her.

“Did something happen between you and lil mr. rockstar?” She cocked an eyebrow at her coworker.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Y/N spat, eyes stabbing into the other girl’s.

Aster put her hands up in defense before walking back toward the register. Y/N looked down at her hand and realized she was clutching the towel tightly like a stress ball. She let go, shaking out her fingers before picking it back up and walking back to her station.

At 9 p.m. she locked the front door, like she always did, and started her walk to her car. She looked around her, anxious as she rounded every corner. She got to her car, opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat, staring at the brick wall in front of her. She let her chest heave as she felt tears start to fall silently. She let them for a moment, before putting her car in drive.

She turned on the radio to clog her racing mind. Her favorite song by Amy Winehouse played, and she tapped along on the steering wheel. As she turned into her parking spot, she turned off the car and sat there. Her hand sat on the handle, but she couldn’t get herself to open the door. Her finger tapped on the cool fabric for a moment. She moved her hand back over to the ignition and restarted it.

She couldn’t think straight as she drove quickly down the highway. The flashing lights and bustling nightlight dimmed as her eyes tunneled toward her destination. She saw quaint with and pulled into the lot across the street. She looked up at the corner room and saw the purple and blue lights flickering in the distance. She put her hands in her pockets and ran across the street. She stared at the building for another moment, before pulling out her phone. She wrote rapidly across her keyboard before shoving it back in her pocket.

Her leg was bouncing up and down as she waited on the sidewalk, her brain fighting the urge to sprint to her car. She saw the front door start to open and began to turn around. With her back toward him, she heard him call out her name softly.

“Y/N?”

She stood in place, her hands coming up to cross at her chest. She heard his feet walk across the grass, moving toward her. As he approached her, his hand came up to rest on her shoulder. She felt her neck chill at his touch.

“I don’t know why I’m here.”

He didn’t respond, staring at the back of her head with furrowed brows. He let his hand fall down her arm, lightly grazing her skin before grabbing her hand. She didn’t interconnect her palm with his, but he continued to grip hers to stabilize their contact.

“This is stupid, and I’m making the same dumb decision I always do.”

He still stayed silent, biting down on his lip as he heard her voice weave in and out as she began to cry. Her hand shook in his as he held it, and he squeezed it lightly.

“Luke, I don’t want to keep coming back to you.”

“So why are you here?” He finally questioned, voice in a low octave.

“I....I don’t know.”

He let go of her hand and let it fall to her side. She grabbed her right wrist in her left hand and finally turned to face him. He almost fell apart just looking at the state of her eyes. Their normal bright hue tainted in red, swelling at the edges. He crossed his arms and walked back a step, keeping his distance as he looked at her.

“Why did you show up today?”

“I missed you.”

“Bullshit.”

He laughed at her almost growl that the last statement rolled in with. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“It’s true. Do I deserve to? That’s a whole other question.”

She stayed silent as she listened to him.

“Y/N, I’ve messed up enough for like 50 people combined, but none of my faults hurt as much as the fact that I lost you.” He walked forward toward her, eyes never leaving hers. “I’m sorry that I never realized what I really lost out on. That I wasn’t present with you. That I never realized how lucky I was.”

Tears spilled out of her eyes as she watched him cry in front of her. He drew closer to her, his hand reaching out for her cheek. He stroked it softly as he drew her forehead in for a kiss. As he pulled away, he pressed his lips together in a frown.

“I guess I should have been more honest with you too....”

“No, this isn’t on you,” He shook his head. “I refuse to let you take ownership for my mistakes. I knew we were great together, Y/N. I missed you every single time you left. I just didn’t take us any further, because I wasn’t ready to give up my love life and it’s chaos.”

The last words stung her chest as he said them, but she knew that internally she had always knew they rang true.

“The second you left I knew I ruined the only thing in my life that was worth chasing. Y/N you deserve so much better.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets as his eyes rose to meet hers. She shook her head, moving close enough to touch him. Her hand landed on his upper arm and she rubbed her thumb against his skin. She leaned her head to the side as she took in his face once more. She leaned up and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you Luke. You’re still so important to me I- I just need time to figure out what that means.”

He nodded, grabbing her hand and bringing it to his lips, planting a soft kiss to her knuckles.

“I’ll be here if that time ever comes.”

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xsamuu · 4 years ago

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HEYYYYY!! I saw your ask box was open and I was wondering if I could request a headcanon? Where the reader is in a massive fight with a friend they haven't seen for like 3 years and the friend takes it too far by saying something like "That's your boyfriend? How gross" "Ew why does he look like that? Couldn't grab someone better? Ugly ho" or whatever you come with? Tendou, Bokuto, Kenma, Kags, Nishinoya please, if you will?

I screeched when I saw this omg thank you I hope this is up to your standards bebs 😼👍🏾 but uh I should say some did come out a little bit like scenarios but I tried to stick to headcanons sorry for that still hope you enjoy 🎃😼

~Admin Rizzo

Tendou Satori

-you was minding your own business walking through a park your hands intertwined with your lover when a ✨m u s t y✨ old friend you knew had decided to share there unwanted opinions

-Tendou could see how uncomfortable you was and wanted to remove you from the situation but as he went to walk around the obstacle you stopped dead in your tracks

-“That’s who your with oh my god that’s fucking gross, I guess you’ll hook up with anyone you thot”

-It’s safe to say that tendou had come up with thousands of insults by the time the slur left there mouth

-Who even was this person?— WAIT WHO THEY CALLING A THOT?!

-you wasn’t a very confrontational person but nevertheless you wasn’t about to let this person who wasn’t even in your day to day life anymore talk smack about your man

-you went to retaliate when a big arm swooped around your shoulder catching you off guard

-“Babe lets go I wanted to bring you to the park today not a circus” 🤡

-Needless to say your ‘friend’ was shocked and maybe a little intimidated

-You on the other hand had to summon all the strength in your body not to laugh in there face

-With his arm still wrapped around he moved you away from the situation the both of you quickly changing the subject to something more important

Bokuto Kōtarō

-Bokuto loves spoiling you

-your the love of his life and he will make sure you know this not only through his words but also his actions

-this however works both ways there isn’t something you wouldn’t do to show him how much you support and love him

-You was sitting in the crowd at one of his games it was a very important one winning this match would definitely get him recognized by some powerhouse teams

-every time he would score a point for his team he would look up at you and every time you would be there imitating his celebration “HEY HEY HEY THATS MY ACE” You felt only pride and absolute infatuation with this man

-you was cheering your heart out when you suddenly felt someone bump your shoulder (a little too hard to be an accident—)

-You swung your head around only to come face to face with an old friend from middle school they looked bitter asf and your conscience was telling you to just ignore them

-“Oh you have nothing to say to me now Huh? I see your at another one of these boring ass games I thought you didn’t have time for people?”

-It’s true at one point you did say that but you didn’t think you’d loose one of your closest friends because of it even so you continue to ignore them hoping they’d get the message and leave

-they didn’t.

-“So you and number 4 are together I’m assuming. I guess ugly attracts ugly”

-immediately you saw red but you couldn’t ruin this for bokuto important people were here. As if he could sense your distress he shot his eyes up to where you were in the stand

-He called a time out, and started running out the gym everyone was confused but when he reappeared in the stands you knew all to well that he had caught on

-“Babe I just noticed your supposed to be closer to the match your an important guest” he smiled you mouthed him a thank you and gathered your things walking a few rows closer to the front

-Thankfully Akaashi was there looking up at you distracting you. The owllike man glared at your old friend “I don’t know what you did to Y/N but you better leave before you have another problem”

-When you looked back your ex friend was nowhere to be seen you giggled as bokuto gave you a big kiss before returning to the court

Kozume Kenma

-Kenma isn’t a contentious person in fact he would much rather settle an issue in the most inconspicuous way possible

-Even so if he feels that him or his partner was disrespected in anyway he will not hesitate

-You and Kenma was at a gaming convention you had been planning since the beginning of February (it’s now late April)

-You had sat through the entrance ceremony and was walking around admiring all the stalls and you were both having so much fun

-Kenma had left you for a split second to get someone’s autograph it was the animator from a game he played religiously you didn’t mind you stayed put and was scrolling through your phone

-“Long time no see y/n” you lifted your head to the sound of your name being called and made perfect eye contact with an old ‘friend’

-If you were being completely honest you hated them all they did was make you feel like an inferior insect whenever you two were together you hummed a ‘yo’ before going back to your phone

-“Still a quiet freak eh LuLu I guess you here on your own or something”

-Lulu was the name of a magical girl from a cartoon you used to love but upon finding out people would use it to mock and degrade you

-you was gonna walk away the ridiculous nickname when you heard a familiar voice

-“no y/n is with me and you are?” It was a genuine question but anyone who didn’t know Kenma would take his pack of expression as bored or sarcastic

-The person scoffed and pointed accusingly at Kenma “That’s who your with LuLu you couldn't do any better HE’S JUST AS LIFELESS AS YOU ARE”

-You tugged on Kenma sleeve motioning to just leave as you felt uncomfortable but Kenma wasn’t having it you had been so excited to be here and with him and this nobody came out of nowhere and started harassing you

-“Listen um going to say this in a way you could understand— he smirked at you and then opened his mouth again

-What escaped his mouth next left you shocked, scared, a little embarrassed for him even but mostly touched

-he cleared his throat

-“lifeless. I’m not lifeless in fact I have a burning hatred for you right now. And that why I feel no guilt in what I’m about to do.”

-You gulped and held on tighter to kenma’s sleeve mentally preparing yourself for what he was about to do

-“YoU HaTe LuLu’S tRanSforMatiOn sOng?!” He practically shouted. Instantly a horde or gamers, writers, weebs and more bombarded the area shouting and screaming and causing a scene

- From all the commotion it’s sounded like your ‘friend’ was ok but some of the words leaving the mouths of the mob were kinda cruel

-you smirked and Kenma led you away

-You know he doesn’t like being the center of attention but he still protected you and for that you’d be sure to thank him for that

Kageyama Tobio

-Kags never really liked leaving you behind when he had to go to different countries

-without you it made him anxious and you would reassure him that you’d be fine and eagerly awaiting his return

-Including the return of his big, fat juicy—

Ahem heart 🙂

-You had been sitting in a café Face Timing him

-You’d often have dates like this and you both enjoyed them you was talking to him when someone took up a seat next to you

-“Hey Y/n funny running into you here” a familiar voice echoed

-A w k w a r d you hadn’t seen or heard from this person since a fight you had a couple years ago why now?

-You had nearly forgotten about your boyfriend on the other side of your iPad screen until “Oh you bought a friend y/n”

-you was at a loss for words but before you could answer the unwanted annoyance to your left answered for you

-‘We’re not friends y/n cut me off because she’s toxic” it took kageyama a solid 10 seconds to realize that this wasn’t a real friend and that you were silently asking for help

-You rested your head in hand obscuring the person from kags field of vision therefore blocking there vision of your face and boyfriend

-hoping they’d get the message without you having to vocalize it

-they stood up and you let out a breath you didn’t know you was holding

-“I wasn’t checking out your friend don’t worry he isn’t my type I prefer cute boys” they spat

-Before you could even assess the fact that they pretty much called your boyfriend ugly you was already pissed at the fact that they referred to kags as your friend

-you stood up abruptly and it’s like they were waiting for you to loose your cool all hope was lost when you heard him clear his throat

-“[there Instagram name] Damn you was easy to find. I liked you post”

-You felt a tinge of confusion race through you but watching all the blood in there body rush to your friends face made you curious

-“DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW” people were definitely looking in your direction

-“Leave then I will” Now you was curious what the help did he do?

-seconds, literal seconds. The annoyance was nowhere to be seen

-“Kags..wha—”

“I shared there IP address in the comments :p”

- “PFFT kAgS!”

Nishinoya Yū

-Noya made sure that you felt like the only person in the world before he asked you out, so when you started dating you didn’t think he could get any more protective over you

-You was sitting in the cinema with him both smiling and listening on to the movie

-He fidgets a lot in his seat but you dont mind you know he cant help it besides you find it cute he is just so full of energy

-“Babe imma go to the toilet be right back” he kissed your cheek and left

-you continue to watch the movie until you feel someone slither into the seat next to you and hearing the voice your your temples irks and your expression one of annoyance

-One of your ex friends for how many years ago had to be in the same theatre at the same time on the SAME FUCKING DAY

-they didn't seem like they were moving so you just spoke first

- “can i help you.?”

-No response :/

-You were even more irritated than before

-Noya came back a few minutes later and noticed another person had sat right next to you

-Noya is dense VERY VERY DENSE he assumed you ran into one of your friends so he didn't question it

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-After the movie finished you grabbed your things and rushed to get out of that situation

-The same person had finally said something after a whole hour

- “That’s who you came with.. You really know how to pick em an annoying toddler really Y/n your honestly pathetic--”

-It didn’t bother Noya he has been called short all his life this isn’t any different but this rando was obviously upsetting you and he would NOT have that

-Noya would step infront of you and confront the person they get a warning

-one fucking warning

-If they don’t take it i shit you not noya is going for the ankles periodt

- “I DONT KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE BUT YOUR UPSETTING MY PARTNER THE FUCKING DOOR IS BEHIND YOU SO TURN AROUND”

-Noya looked like the aggressor and its safe to say he may have caused a scene but he would be a fool not to step in and protect you with all you got

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tomdiddlyumptious · 4 years ago

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Can u do a Tom Holland x black model / actress reader where there in ffh together maybe she Palau’s Gwen Stacy and they were fwb while the press tour was happening then they get into a heated argument... then they see each to her at the premiere and they end up sleeping together later that night in maybe a Limo and getting caught by maybe zendaya or Jacob 💀💀💀

I WOULD JUST LIKE TO SAY- IM PRETTY TIRED, I DRUNK MILLIONS OF COFFEE TO DO A ESSAY I DIDNT EVEN FINISH ALL NIGHT LMAO, THATS FOR DISTRACTING ME, I NEEDED IT!

Warnings: long smut, arugeing, getting caught, basically it! Idk what else, probably terrible smut btw

T.H| premier or how ever you spell it

“This is so boring” “why? Because you aren’t meeting Batista?” “Oh I’m meeting Batista Thomas” he only laughed at you, it was the press tour today, everyone fancy and shit.

You and Tom have been friends for a long time, friends with benefits for a short one, you’ve only fucked a few times..... totally, just in the two hotels, the dressing room, on the couch, on the back of the couch, on the front door, the wall- anyways. But you’ve both always had a bond.

You both were making it to your hotel, in his car, he had his hand on your thigh, taking it higher and higher until he cupped you, you turned to him while he bit his lip still looking at the road, you pushed his hand down as he looked at you confused.

“Wow you look” “amazing” Tom finished your assistants words, triko (tree co) looking back him and nodding in agreement, your hair in a natural kinky Afro and a poofy dress, two layers, and off the shoulders, the color was yellow and it radiated off your skin, matching your dark colored acrylics (basically Rihanna’s dress but yellow, let’s act like it was invented yet) “Thanks” you say, smiling at yourself. “Well I have to go take care of something, uh your hair shouldn’t dry out so you should be fine” triko said, walking out.

“I-uh hi” he stuttered, coming up behind you as you turned to him. “What Thomas” you ask. “I was thinking about you-“ “so you just wanna fuck huh?” You cross your arms over your chest raising your eyebrows at him.

“I don’t just want to fuck, I want to talk to you, while we fuck” he smiles, thinking he is funny. “I’m not doing this anymore” you push past him, sitting on your vanity chair. “What are you talking about?” He asked, turning to you. “I’m not sleeping with you” you look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your makeup. “What did I do?!” He almost yelled.

“You only want to sleep with me! We don’t even talk any fucking more Thomas! You cup my vagina out of the blue, you come to my house almost every night with a bottle of wine, it’s like I’m a fucking booty call” you slammed your brush down, looking at him through the mirror.

“Hey you aren’t a booty call! What the fuck is up with you!” He yelled, his lips in a thin line. “Tell me the last time we actually had a sit down conversation Thomas” you said, he stops in his tracks, trying not to look away. “In the car-“ “in the car?! You mean the one you cupped me in! In the same day! Like I’m some sex toy and-“ “you know what fuck you, you can’t make random decisions like you didn’t like it!” You stood up, bit your lip sure it would bleed, walking up to him. “You right, i did like it, until what it did to you” you take your pointer finger, pressing it on his forehead and pushed it back. “And to me” you put your finger to your chest “and to us” you pointed and both of you. “Find some hooker on the street Thomas, or even better! Zen fucking daya, I’m not fucking wit chu, and you better leave my room or i swear-“ “swear what?” He asked, crossing his arms and looking at you. “Or I swear I will call you out for the user you are, think about it with me ‘Thomas the slut’ ‘can’t keep his hands off of y/n’ ‘using her for a fuck?’ ‘Isn’t using his brain’, I’ll ruin you and anything you’ve worked for, try me. And it doesn’t only have to be about me, I’ll just dig up more dirt” “now that’s childish y/n” “not when my feelings are hurt! Your fucking clueless man, I- fuck you!” You stormed out of the room, leaving Thomas there stranded trying to understand what even happened at that moment. “Fuck” he whispered, looking around and noticing he basically couldn’t slam anything because it is all yours.

“Hey y/n!” Jacob smiled, you smiled back at him “hey Jacob” “how are you” “eh things could be better” you shrugged. “Wanna talk about it?” He asked, really worried. Both of you making your way to the limo “not really if I’m being honest, I know I don’t wanna be alone though so do you want to take pictures with me?” You questioned looking at him, he only nodded.

Each of your arms wrapped around each other’s, smiling at the camera. Giggling as Jacob told you stupid jokes.

On the other hand thomas was taking pictures with zendaya, his hand around her waist and hers around his shoulders. “Hey can we do questions?” An interviewer asked, Tom nodding and coming forward.

Thomas answered a few questions and shared a few laughs until the question came up “so Gwen Stacy, you said you’ve always wanted a black cat but you have a Gwen Stacy, how does it feel?” “I feel like peter is a very lucky man” he laughed “but I am to, I’m lucky enough to work with y/n how by the way is sooo” he opened is hands as if somethings is in between spacing them “talented, I’m glad we have her and Gwen Stacy here, I mean at least we don’t have anyone bad right?” He laughed again, the interviewer laughing with him.

“I’ve always had the most biggest crush on Spider-Man, it’s honestly my brothers fault because he forced me to watch it” you laughed “what’s your favorite suit of his?” “Probably venom, he looked really cool but his attitude wasn’t it” you giggled. “Did i mention how beautiful you are, I just felt like I had to say it or else I’d regret it later” “ooo are you hitting on me?” You grinned, placing your hand on your collar bone. He nervously laughed “I mean, I guess so” “oo imma get you fired” you teased making him laugh, did I mention Tom was basically right next to you both?

His jaw clenched many times, trying not to glance over, his mind roaming into violent things, until he had it, he’d just talk to you or something, oh well.

“I forgot my bracelet, I’ll be right back” you waved at tony as he only nodded “I’ll be right here waiting for you” he smiled. You walked off the the same limo, staying there for whatever reason you asked the driver to unlock the car, instead he just gave you to whole keys. You went to the limo, unlocking it and getting in. You digged in the side of the seat, trying to find it until you heard the door open and close again, you screamed and tried to stand for some odd reason but hit your head, you groaned and sat down rubbing over the spot.

You looked over to find Thomas, you both made eye contact and you groaned again turning away from him “okay okay look! We are going to talk, to fucking talk!” He said, you look at him and rolled your eyes, trying to open the door until it was locked, you looked at Thomas and he dangled the keys smiling at you. Then you groaned, once again. “You aren’t going anywhere until we talk about this” he said. “I’m not talking about shit” “well you aren’t leaving” “I got hot spot” you pulled out your phone, only to get it snatched, you had your Apple Watch on, “don’t even” “oh I’m going to” “I don’t wanna break it” “fine then, let’s talk” you gave up, sitting up straight, taking off the watch and throwing it at his head.

“Okay- whatever, anyways talk” “you wanted to talk! Not me!” “Alright then! Can you tell me what hurt your feelings?” “I be-“ “spit it out, stop being hard headed for fucks sake” you sighed, crossing your arms. “What hurt my feelings is that you- i- we don’t talk anymore all we do is just sleep around, I miss you Thomas, not your dïck, I miss you, I miss the talks over tea and the you coming to my modeling. If you want to have sex I get it but why almost every other week? I feel like you collect all of your shit and use sex to get out of it, I don’t want to be the one you do that to” “shit y/n, I don’t want you to feel that way, I don’t do that nor feel that way- now that I’m noticing it I am doing something wrong to make you feel that way” he frowned, coming closer to you and sitting next to you, taking your hand. “I can make you feel better I promise, I’ll do anything you want me to do” he kissed your hand, you looking at him and your hand. He trails up to your neck, not going to your sweet spot but everywhere else then it, you let out small hisses and shuddered. “I-“ you cut yourself off by a moan, his hands finding its way to your thigh “I won’t cup you if you don’t like it, I’ll do things for you, I really don’t want you to feel that way” he whispered, rubbing your thighs and breathing on your neck and your jaw, still moaning from the hand on your thigh. “You can be my pillow princess, you won’t have to do anything because I will, I’ll make you happy” “promise?” “Yeah i do, let me pleasure you, please” he then looked at you, lips so close you could almost feel them on yours, eye contact, so deep making it feel like your exchanging souls, the lust and love in both of your eyes, just now exposing you have feelings for each other.

His hand on you thigh raising to your underwear, pulling them down as he gave a kiss to you. “Can we take this off?” He asked, his other hand coming up to your chest, rubbing over each of your breasts and you whimper and nod.

He smiles, knowing your dying by his touch, all he had to do really his make sure he is your bitch at first, but this time he really wanted to have sex, not a fwb sex, there is a difference.

Your back lifts as he finished to take down your lacy white underwear, soaked. “Do I make you like this?” He asked, holding them up wanting you to look at them and you only nodded at him. “Look at it princess, look at the things I do to you, how wet you get when I touch you, you were probably wet the minute I even came close to you, yeah darling?” He bit his lip, taking your underwear and stuffing it in his back pocket. “Open up” he tasks and you follow, opening up your legs revealing your sweet angel smell. “I can smell you, it’s fucking perfect” he murmured, wrapping his hand around your back and unzipping the dress, pulling it down until your breasts were on display. “I wish I could take the whole thing off, but I don’t want us to get caught” he smiled, wetting his thumb with his tongue and rubbing over your nipple, he maintains eye contact with you, feeling your chest deeper as you breath in and out.

You could feel your clit wanting stimulation, slowly reaching your hand down you softly rub over pearl, letting out whimpers as Tom watched. “Touching yourself darling?” He lifted the dress, revealing you touching yourself, his hand came off your nipple and just watched you pleasure yourself, “mm” you bit your lip, your eyes getting slightly clouded. “Faster, for me” he said, now getting on his knees, standing infront of your womanhood, you start to speed up, Tom pushing your legs open more. “Buck your hips down” he ordered, you followed, a moan escaping your lips as Tom spit on you. “Good girl” he purred, kissing your calf’s, you bit your lip to contain the moans, “stop what you doing” he said, making you stop your tracks, he took your hand and suck the wetness off, smiling up at you and coming in between your legs, kissing your clit. “I want you to watch me princess, lift up that dress” you lifted up the poofs, meeting his eyes and he smiled “ready?” “Ready” you nodded. He took a strip of you, your folds open from your legs, your back arched, holding in to your knees, he kitty licked your pearl, you whining as you held tighter hearing the sounds as everything else was silent, he then harshly sucked you, “ah! Fuck tommy” you bit your lip humming, trying to open them more. His tongue trailed down to your slit and entered, fucking you with it, the texture of his tongue rubbing against your walls, feeling so good, he brings up his fingers, taking his tongue out and replacing it with his fingers, so wet and warm, easy to slip in. “Mmm” he pressed on your clit with his tongue, harsh circles and quick sucks, shaking his head side to side your breathing became heavier, him fucking you faster and your hand going down, running your fingers through his hair, tugging as he moaned in you, “mm!” You moaned louder, his name spilling out your mouth as you released. He lapped up some of your come, wanting to leave the rest.

He left your heat, on his knees still he unbuckled his pants “did you know you taste so good?” He asked, pulling himself out, thick and a bit over circumcised, precum on his head, “please fuck me” you whined, one organism not enough. “I hear ya” his knees in between your legs, he pumped himself before placing it in you, not wasting time. “Fuck” he whispered, bottoming himself in you and pulling out, just to go inside again. His hand came behind the head of the seat, fucking himself deeper and snapping his hips “Tom!” “Yes baby?” “Mmm” “that’s what i like to hear” he smiled, mostly to himself, looking at your dazed state, your eyes filled with so many things. After getting comfy he started to speed up, your body rocking with his, you grab his arms, digging in his skin as he hissed and fucked you harder making you let out a harsh moan. “Like that?” He asked, getting close to your spot. “Fuck tommy yes, I love it- ah!” He hit your spot, noticing the differences you made he continued fucking that spot, taking both hands and putting them behind the head of the seat he slammed into you, harder, faster, fuck it’s everything you want, everything you need, the skin slapping on skin, him hitting your spot and looking at you like a goddess, he moaned as you clenched so close, so so close.

Until the door opened “what the fuck-“ zendaya said, you quickly covered your breasts, looking over and seeing her eyes wide, Jacob behind her just starring at both of you, Tom kinda pissed because he was just there. “So uhm, I’m kinda hungry but I guess I’ll just take like a Uber or something” Jacob cleared his throat, couldn’t see this any longer. “Can’t we just drive the limo and leave them back here?” Zendaya distantly asked, closing the door. “I thought you locked it!” You whipped your head at Thomas. “The keys are in my front pocket! I’m guessing you accidentally pressed the button with your thigh!” He whispered. “Me!?” “Yes you” “Thomas get up” “can you just ride me because I really want to cum right now” you sighed as you nodded, him flipping both of you over. You rode him until both of you came, pressing kisses on your neck the car started moving. “What is happening?” “WERE GOING TO BURGER KING BITCHES!” Zendaya let out ‘whoos’ and Jacob laughed. “How long were we out here?” “For a while” Tom nodded, a bump causing both of you to moan, you get off of him and grab baby wipes to clean both of you up, don’t worry there’s a window separator, they can’t see you.

“You don’t get your panties back, there mine now” he smiled at you while you tried to fix your hair and your makeup. “Here’s some fabreeze! Might want to open the window while your at it” Jacob opened the window, throwing fabreeze in the back and Tom opened the window, letting the sex air out as both of you were dazed kinda, breath still heavy.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x black!reader #Huns asks #tom holland fic #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland au #JBwrites

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rrickgrrimes8 · 4 years ago

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Normality is Death

Chapter Four ~ Atlanta and the Vatos

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It has been a few days since Addie last spoke to me but it's for the best really. We're not supposed to be together and it took me a while to figure that out but now I know and I won't ever forget it. I know she's been avoiding me since we almost kissed and I guess I've made my peace with that but today that ends. Today, we have to go into Atlanta for a supply run. It was a normal thing for me and Addie to go on a run together but today I felt different. I don't know whether or not it's because of my nerves or maybe something completely different all I know is that I'm scared more then I would be usually. I guess I could put it down to the reckless asshole that put the biters on high alert. What happened was that Mitchell said he saw some dude enter Atlanta on horseback and be surprised by the biters and got cornered in a tank or something. He's probably dead now though, everyone thinks it as no one makes it out of Atlanta after making that much noise and I'd be very surprised if he was alive.

The supply run should be easy today as we gave it a couple of days before going out and just so they wouldn't be on such high alert. I haven't spoken to Addie about coming with me but she hasn't spoken to me either so I guess she's still planning on joining me.

I stepped out of my shared house, ignoring the blazing Atlanta heat and walked over to Mitchell, "Still going on a run today, right?" I asked him to which he nodded. "Yeah. Addie's waiting for you at the gate." I smiled at him and span around mentally preparing myself to face Addie.

"Oh and Jacey?" Mitchell called after me.

"Yeah."

"Stay safe. I know somethings going on between the two of you I don't want that to cloud your judgement. Be smart about it, alright?" I nodded at his words internally sighing and walked away.

I approached the gates seeing Addie stood there nervously and holding a rifle and my machete and handgun. "You ready?" I asked her snapping her out of her daze she nodded curtly before motioning the people on watch to open the gate.

"Well this is going to be fun," I muttered to myself before taking my weapons and leaving camp.

Upon arriving in Atlanta you could tell that the biters had maybe doubled in numbers since our last run. I sensed Addie's fear to which I just looked at her and smiled, "We'll be okay, we always are." She smiled back and relaxed slightly before taking the lead and heading into the city centre careful not to cross closely to any biters. I pulled my hood up as we passed through the numerous remains of what once were people and kept close to Addie before turning into the first alleyway.

"So what's the plan today?" She asked looking over her shoulder for biters and then back to me.

"Just the usual. Hit the mini markets and then see what we get," I shrugged at her before continuing, "Oh and Mitchell mentioned the other day to get some more clothes if we could." She smiled softly and nodded.

"You ready, Grimes?"

"Always, Smith."

We said to each other before running out of the alley and across the street ignoring the reactions we were getting from the many biters we crossed.

Addie and I got to the other side easily and snuck into the first shop. We shuffled quickly through each shelf grabbing what we needed and leaving everything we didn't. It was all going so well until we heard voices. Neither me nor Addie spoke we just watched through the window closely. The voices couldn't be more then a store away from us and we probably wouldn't have been able to hear them if they weren't being so damn loud.

"You got a lot of balls for a Chinaman." One of the men remarked in a deep southern accent. I rolled my eyes at his words and looked over to Addie, who looked terrified.

"I'm Korean." The other man, who sounded more youthful than the other man, corrected him. I looked back over to Addie and mouthed 'I'll be right back. Don't move.' She attempted to call after me as I left the shop but I ignored her and discreetly followed the voices, finding them in an alley.

Still hidden around the corner I heard one of them say, "Whatever." I walked away from the pair hoping that they hadn't seen me yet.

I was about to leave for good until I heard a small familiar scream pierce the air, "Jacey!" I span around to see a biter almost taking a piece out of her neck. I got my gun out quickly not thinking about the sound it'll draw and shot. It hit the corpse perfectly and Addie ran back over to me.

"Hey! You two!" a hushed voice called to us from the right. I looked over to see one of the men from the alleyway before. He was a younger man wearing a t-shirt and a cap and holding a bag of guns with the bold lettering of 'SHERIFF' on the side.

"What the hell are you thinking, setting that off?" I rolled my eyes at him and got ready to retort but he interrupted, "Forget it you've gotta follow me it's not safe out in the street."

"Yeah well it's probably not safe with you neither," Addie snapped.

"Just follow me, okay? The way you came from is blocked off now this is the only option." I looked behind me and sure as hell, he was telling the truth, about a dozen or so biters clambered across the street towards us. I heard Addie gasp in shock causing me to grab her wrist and pull her in the direction the man told us to.

Once we get into the alley I see the mans friend on the floor being beaten by what looks to be a metal pole. The two men who were beating him pushes me to the ground and one of them hits me across the face. I hear Addie scream and I look up to see those pricks grabbing both her and that guy, attempting to throw them in the back of the truck. I spat out some blood and looked to my side grabbing a crossbow and shooting at the guy, who had Addie, in the ass. I pushed myself up and ran after them but missed them by a mere second as they drove away.

"No Addie!" I shout after the car and got ready to run after them but was pulled back by two arms.

"Stop struggling yer damn bitch," He growls to me before throwing me next to a younger boy.

The redneck picks up his crossbow and aims it at the pair of us, "Tell me where they jus' took ma friend." The boy next to me looks scared but I just roll my eyes and grab my gun aiming it right back at him.

"I don't fucking know," I hear voices call for the man to stop but I ignore them and push him out the way and ran back into the now biter filled street.

"Hey get back here woman!" I hear him shout before one of his friends closes the gate between us.

"No can do asshole. See ya in hell!" I walked away from the group setting myself down in the closest store. I had to fight back the tears thinking about what they could be doing to my girl right now. She could be dead already for all I know and it would be my fault. My thoughts drifted back to the man that was taken with Addie. He was nice - unlike his friend - maybe he's protecting her like he was trying to do before. I bow my head thinking about all the places I know of in Atlanta hoping to have any clue of finding them.

I've got to save them.

Rick paced around the room slowly, looking back and forth between the boy, whose name he learnt to be Miguel, and Daryl. Daryl was angry it had been clear since the start of this endeavour and Rick could almost fear that. He understood that a man could do a lot of damage on anger alone.

"Those men you were with, we need to know where they went," The officer spoke down to the boy.

"I ain't telling you nothing," He spoke sternly and with as much confidence he could muster causing Shane to sigh and sit back on to one of the tables.

T-dog looked over to Daryl and asked, "Jesus, man. What the hell happened back there?"

Daryl looked up at him and sneered, "I told you, this turd and his douchebag friends came out of nowhere and jumped me."

"You're the one who jumped me, puto, screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault." Miguel sassed rolling his eyes at Daryl's madness.

"They took Glenn n' that other girl too. Coulda took Merle as well," He justified a hint of sadness in his voice once he spoke about his brother.

"Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle," Miguel laughed at him causing Daryl to try and kick him which Rick intervened.

"Damn it, Daryl. Back off." Daryl moves away sitting in the background still giving the boy a dirty look.

The redneck looked over to Miguel once again and moved over to his back, unwrapping his brother's hand, "Want to see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?" Daryl dropped the cold hand onto the boy's lap making him freak out. Shane picked up the hand and put it back in the bag ignoring the laughs he got from Daryl, "Next imma gonna start with the feet."

After the boy calmed down T-dog looked over to Daryl and inquired, "Hold on you said they took some girl, who was she?"

"Yeah, and who was that girl you were shouting after?" Shane joined and looked at the redneck.

"Don't know who they are. They were just with Glenn," He shrugged.

"Then why the hell did you point your crossbow at her? She could've helped us." Rick scolded him.

"I thought she might've been on their side," Daryl attempted to explain, "She was a bitch anyway, doubt she woulda helped shit."

"She was just a kid, puto, a badass one but still just a kid," Miguel added seemingly almost fully recovered from seeing that hand and the threats Daryl made afterwards.

"How do you know?" The brunette man asked.

"Dunno she just looked it. Couldn't be more than 15." Both Rick and Shane's heart seemed to sink at his reply - she was just a kid. A kid that was the same age as Ricks daughter when she died. Knowingly Shane looked over to his brother, a sigh getting caught in between his lips as he looks at the face of sorrow and grief he had on.

"She was only 15, Daryl!" Rick snapped at Daryl, "And you were prepared to kill her for nothing!" Both Daryl and T-dog looked at the man in shock and if he was honest with himself he was shocked too. Why all of a sudden did he care so much for a girl he had never met. Shane sped over to his partner and pushed him back slightly, "You gotta chill brother." Rick looked at him with a death glare and then back at Daryl.

"Chill man she had her gun on me anyways. Was kinda askin' for it."

Shane rolled his eyes ignoring Ricks anger towards the man and moved back over to Miguel, "The men you were with took our friend. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out."

Addie faced the wall not daring to make a noise as the man she met from earlier sat closely as if he was ready to protect her. She felt herself begin to cry letting the bad thoughts of what these people could do to them take over. But the worst one she could think about was that she'd never get to see Jacey again.

"Hey, it's okay. Please don't cry," The boy next to her whispered, "My friends will get us out of here. I promise." Although she weakly smiled at him they both knew it was fake - they were both terrified there was no denying it.

"Thanks for what you did back there," He looked over to the girl confused, "For trying to help me and my friend. She'd hate for me to admit this but you really saved our asses even if it brought us to this."

He smiled at her and said, "Its no problem really. I mean I'm guessing you're only young it would've been wrong to leave you with a ton of walkers. My names Glenn by the way."

"Addie. I would shake your hand if I weren't tied up," Glenn laughed, "and yeah I guess were younger I'm 16 and my friend is 14."

"14, Jesus. She's so young and I mean so are you but she's like just started high school," Glenn muttered sadly, this world was too hard for a girl that young.

"If you got to know her you wouldn't expect her to be that young. She's pretty badass."

"I could tell. She shot that Walker and you know didn't miss. Whenever I try it takes me a few times," Addie laughs at his embarrassed face.

"I think she's had practise though. Our leader taught her a lot but her dad was a cop before all of this and he taught her some stuff."

"Another cop, Jesus, do they grow on trees," Glenn whispers inwardly but Addie still hears it.

"What do you mean?" she leans her head back onto the wall, still looking at him.

"Oh we just have two cops in our group and you guys have another one. It's kind of stupid saying out loud I understand lots of people are cops I just... I honestly don't know nevermind," They both laugh, him doing it more out of embarrassment rather than humour.

Addie sighed sadly, "Her dad isn't in our group though. He died before I even met her."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Do you know how?"

"Gunshot." She stated simply remembering back to the conversation they had about him.

"Wait, no way! No was one of the cops in our group! He got left behind or something but reunited with his wife and son. They all thought he was dead," He excitedly yelled, still remembering the tearjerking reunion.

Addie looked shocked at the man's claim and was about to answer with a bombardment of questions but was interrupted when the door slammed open.

The four men enter the hideout guns raised and moving in a way best described to be as a troop of soldiers. Rick took the lead, a shotgun in hand, and a look of pure determination to get his friend back, alive. Miguel shakily walked in front of them, arms tied behind his back.

"You sure your up for this?" Shane looks to the group.

"Yes," T-dog replies as Rick starts to nod.

As if it was on cue, a group of older men, some that Daryl could recognise from earlier, came pouring out of the building. The leader, Guillermo, walked ahead of the group and up to Miguel checking out any bruises he may have, "you okay, little man?"

In response, Miguel shook his head biting his lip softly, "They're gonna cut off my feet, carnal."

"Cops do that?" He asked him looking over at the group, eyeing Rick's sheriff hat and Shane's cap.

"Not them. This redneck puto here. He cut off some dude's hand, man. He showed it to me." Guillermo looked at Daryl his eyes grazing over his crossbow.

"Shut up," He spat roughly.

Out of nowhere, another man came out of the building his gun raised to the group of men, "Hey where's that puto? The one that shot me in the ass with an arrow?" The man looked over the group men still not spotting the girl that did this to him.

"Chill, ese, chill. Chill. This true? They want Miguelito's feet? That's pretty sick, man," Guillermo looked at the group scoffing.

"We were hoping for a calm discussion," Rick clarified.

"That hillbilly jumps Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet and some girl shoots Felipe with an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion? You fascinate me."

"Heat of the moment. Mistakes were made from both sides," He said looking over at the redneck.

"Where is that girl anyway? Hiding in the bushes to ambush us?" Felipe gulped as Guillermo spoke and looked at the nearby bushes.

"No. She's not with us. Was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and so was her friend," Shane spoke up.

Guillermo nodded still unsure and looked over to Daryl as he spoke, "You got my brother in there?"

"Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys. But I've got an Asian and an African American. You interested?"

Rick stepped forward looking at Guillermo intimidatingly, "I have one of yours, you have two of mine. Sounds like a good enough trade."

Guillermo shook his head looking back at Rick just as fiercely, "Don't sound even to me."

"G, come on, man," Miguel begged.

"Not only do my people got attacked but you offer an unfair trade. Where's the compensation for their pain and suffering? More to the point, where's my bag of guns?"

Rick shrugged, "Guns?"

"The bag Miguel saw in the street. The bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get. That bag of guns."

Shane looked to the man who was still eyeing Rick suspiciously, "You're mistaken."

The man shakes his head saying, "I don't think so."

"About it being yours. It's my bag of guns," Rick shares.

"The bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word? What's to stop my people from unloading on you right here and now and I take what's mine?"

"You could do that or not," Rick says pointing back to T-dog, who was hidden behind a wall, a sniper in hand. Guillermo looks to T-dog and back at his group and nodded to them.

Seconds later, two men appear on the roof dragging behind them a girl and a man with bags over there head, "I see two options. You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood." The gang turned around heading back inside the building and leaving Rick, Shane, Miguel, Daryl and T-dog behind.

Rick say down the bag of guns in front of the group and thought silently for a moment. He starts to divide the guns up causing Daryl to scoff, "Them guns are worth more than gold. Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table. You're gonna give that up for them kids?"

T-dog joined in looking at the angry Daryl and conflicted Rick, "If I knew we'd get Glenn and the girl back, I might agree. But you think that Vato across the way is just gonna hand them over?"

"You calling g a liar?" Miguel almost shouted, drawing Daryl over to him.

"Are you apart of this? You want to hold onto your teeth?" Daryl threatened, slapping him sharply.

"Question is do you trust the man's word?" T-dog questioned.

"No, question is what are you willing to bet on it? Could be more than them guns? Could be your life? Glenn and some stranger worth that to you?" Daryl countered looking at Rick.

"What life I have I owe to him. I was nobody to Glenn, just some idiot stuck in a tank. He could have walked away, but he didn't. Neither will I. And let's not forget that stranger is just a kid. If that was your own kid you wouldn't leave her behind, would you?" Shane looked at the man and felt his heartbreaking. Maybe Rick knew she was left behind maybe Lori didn't even tell him. To Shane, it didn't matter he saw that the man was struggling.

Daryl ignored the question and continued, "So you're gonna hand the guns over?"

"I didn't say that. Nothing is keeping you three here. You should get out, head back to camp," Rick directed at them.

To which T-dog shook his head, "And tell your family what?"

"Come on, this is nuts. Just do like g says," Miguel tells them the fear evident in his eyes.

Shane looked to Rick again and whispered, "Brother I think you should go back to camp."

Rick's head snapped to him upon hearing his words, "What?"

"I think you need to leave. All this," He paused looking back at the hideout, "It's getting too personal for you."

Rick sighed, "Glenn saved my life. I'm not leaving him." Rick sat up from sorting the guns and went to the window.

"You know full well this is not about Glenn," He snapped causing him to bow his head, refusing to look at his best friend.

"That girl, whoever she is reminds you of Jacey. I get that, of course, I do b-but it's not her," Shane told him, "Jacey's gone, man, and that fucking sucks but there's nothing we can do about it." The officer shut his eyes fighting off tears.

"I'm sorry Rick. I'm so sorry but you need to leave. You just found out Jacey is dead you can't be here. Hell, you shouldn't have come out, to begin with."

"I'm fine. I can deal with it," He attempted to convince Shane.

"No you can't," He sighed, "You snapped at Daryl earlier for pointing his weapon at some kid just because she was around Jacey's age."

Rick slid down the wall leaning his head against the rough bricks, "When he said that she couldn't be more then 15 I guess uh I thought what if it was her. I thought that I might get my angel back," He confessed breaking the silence between the pair.

"She's gone, Rick," He said causing Rick to cry to himself quietly.

"Head back to camp okay, take T-dog with you. Just be with your family okay? It's what you need right now," He looked at him unsure, "If not for you, do it for Carl. He misses his sister more than anything. And no matter what I tell him he doesn't believe she's dead," Rick nodded sadly, standing up and wiping away any sign of tears.

"T-dog you go back with Rick. Take the spare car," T-dog nodded but looked confused at the teary-eyed male.

"I'll see you back at home, brother," He said to his friend hugging him tightly.

They left soon after leaving Daryl, Shane and Miguel in the room. "What the hell? You just sent away half of the group. How we supposed to protect ourselves?" Daryl snarls.

"We'll be fine." Daryl glared at the man unsatisfied with his answer but remained silent.

"Why'd he leave anyway?" Miguel asked curiously as if he weren't the hostage.

"He lost his kid. I didn't want him to lose it when we're facing them and lose his life too," Daryl nodded to the man almost sympathetically despite the obvious hatred between the two.

"We ready to do this shit then?"

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peachbearies · 4 years ago

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Hey, I was wondering can I request a prettymuch imagine where you are dating nick and you go with the boys to a video shoot and you go on live to give the beanz a sneak peek 👀👀

Good News - N. Mara

Requested

›› Synopsis: Being nick’s girlfriend and hanging out with him and the boys on set, so you go live and give them a sneak peak.

›› Genre: Fluff

›› Paring: Female Reader x Nick Mara

›› Warnings: nothing

›› A/N: sure I can do that I just hope it’s well written for you, I’ve restarted this request too many times lmao, enjoy!. And grammar errors or anything you want me to change please feel free to tell me in the comments.🤍

Shoot after shoot, you were starting to get bored with sitting there. But you had to be honest with yourself it was been a while since you've seen the boys, so anytime spent with them was a fun time. From diving out of an airplane with them for Nick's birthday, to proclaiming Austin's first kid, the last bit of 2020 has been extremely fun.

Nick waltz over to your frame luring you in with both hands on the couch ”what you doing ma” his lips looming your temple; lobbing his body subsequently to you his arm embroiled around your middle ”just glimpsing on Instagram, how's your shoot going?” you lay your phone face down lending him your scrutiny, but nick dips into your neck clutching your thigh down to your calves. Making you let out a timid scoff, your hands deposited on his chest to impede him from going any further. For your sake.

”stop prevailing a flirt for once” you titter at him, Nick frowns with that significant smirk blatantly spread across his skin ”not when you gazing like a meal, and you're mine?” nick’s eye inciting butterflies to transpire in your chest, the crimson stain across your ears and cheeks. ”whatever, what you come over here for?” the oscillations in your throat thundering against your chest, further fueling nick’s cockiness. Nick adored to drill your nerves and turn you into the biggest nerve wreck.

His smile appearing a trivial vaster than before ”came to check on you ma, am I tolerated to do that?” his eyes easing your frame in an elevator motion ”yeah you can” scampering closer to him your head places on his shoulder.

”I'm so excited to get music out to the beanz” nick starts, you caress his arm tenderly hearing nothing but his wants fill your ears, Nicks voice, when he was serious, was calming and assertive. “Did you hear what I said ma?” Nick hands grabbing your face to look into his eyes ”hm?” your voice came out weak. ” Hmm, I knew it” his lips disjoin scantily you could feel his body heat securing you your eyes darted at his jawline feeling your heart jabbing against your chest all you could hear was your volatile breathing. His tongue flowed past your lips mashing your body against the couch, his fingertips drenching into your waist so neat.

The environment felt voiceless until someone solicited his name ”yo nick! Where you at? We gotta get back to shooting” vacating you breathless his eyes form in a crescent before he was away. ”I'm right here!” nick walks out of your view. With your hand on your chest, you clasp your phone again going back to social media. You've been at set for hours, so you decided to get on live.

Fixing your clothes as it was starting up, you see tons of people start flooding in ”hello everyone how are you?” you smile at the hearts and lovely comments.

”where are you?” you read, countering you flipped the camera showing them the set “I’m at the set with the boys for their music video” dismounting off the couch you reveal them your favorite room they filmed in “I like this room, the purple lamps are my favorite part honestly, and the plants too they're great, even though there fake”

”can we see your outfit?” you read ”sure, it's nothing special just casual” you pan your camera in front of the mirror. Seeing the hearts float up on the screen made you smile ”thank you guys”

”babe!!” nick screams your name, hearing the sounds of his sneakers gliding across the floor ”im in here!” you yell back to him, further apologizing to the ones watching for being loud. Looking at nick in the mirror he walks behind you clapping your ass with one hand.

”ow! Babe, I'm on live” you remind him ”say hi disrespectful” nick nuzzled his head in your neck, holding your body firmly against him, ”hi everyone” he mumbles

”why you acting shy?” you pick at him ”im not, I'm just tired, I haven’t talk to you all day” smiling the comments flood with ‘🥺’ and ‘mom and dad’ , one comment that sounds out to you, you read it outloud. ‘Nick you’re doing great and I can’t wait for prettymuch 2.0’ you read for Nick. His head tilts up smiling at the camera.

“Thank you guys for still sticking around, I know it’s been a drought with our music but trust me it’s worth the wait, wanna say a lot of things but you’ll have to wait and see” you lean into his arms, unconsciously he wraps them around you middle “I’m telling you guys, it’s super dope what they got planned, couldn’t be more proud of them” Nick looks down at you with the eyes he shown you the first time he said “I love you” , matter of fact he always looked like that. And it’s true Nick really did love you more than he let off, Nick is more of an action versus word person, so even though he doesn’t say it, he does mean it.

“Okay guess imma get off live and I’m going to spend time with the short stack, he’s being a whiny brat” you announce , Nick pulls away giving you his signature side eye, followed by a smart remark. “I’ll show you a whiny brat in a minute” , panicking you look at the chat “okay!!! Goodbye everyone I love you all” ending the live you hide your face in his chest earning chuckles that passes his lips “what you so shy about” his hand ghosting over your lower back.

“You’re too much”

“Maybe, but I’m just enough for you” scoffing at his words you push him away walking out the room “can we go home?” You ask, not hearing anything from Nick you turned around

Feeling your feet being lifted off the ground and you stomach laid upon his shoulder.

“Did I ever tell you how good you look today” Nick mummers to you, “no, but thank you” walking towards the door Nick announces to everyone he’s leaving, feeling embarrassed by the scenario you’re in you hide your face shyly waving goodbye. “Can’t wait to cuddle you ma” setting you on your feet he opens the door for you covering your head to prevent you from hitting it. When he arrives in the driver seat instantly his hand hooks in between your thighs.

“So proud of you baby” you caress his chin, your nails leaving soft scratches on them, his smile growing larger by every stroke “hmm thank you mamas” the ride home was serene, mainly with you complimenting him on his new record deal and album, there was so much you wanted to talk to with his fans, but you kept quite letting them release the news first. When you guys arrived home, you laid on his chest feeling his soft lips on your cheeks and his fingertips scanning over your lower back.

“I’m so thankful for you, I love you so much” Nick whispers in your hair “I love you more” pressing a final kiss on his lips before drifting off to sleep.

#prettymuch #prettymuchimagines #nick mara

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chaotically-cas · 4 years ago

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Invisible String (Taylor Swift) Marcherry songfic? I know I’ve sent like a bajillion requests already but here’s one more. Anyways, night!- Cherry

YES OK EPIC!!!! I’ve never heard this song before today so imma try my best lmao

Just listened- omg I love it

Warnings: none

Words: 375

Fluff

Taglist: @naturallesbain @therealsehinton @twobitapologist @tulsaokgreasers @donttakemyknives

- - -

Marcia sat on her bed listening to her best friend, Cherry Valance, babble on about whatever boy she was crushing on this week.

Cherry’s voice was soft and smooth with hints of sarcasm and desperation.

To be honest, Marcia had not been listening to a single word that Cherry was saying. Her mind was running in circles.

For a while now Marcia was aware of the fact that she had feelings stronger than friendship for her best friend. And she was still processing them.

And in the moment her mind was beginning to reflect.

On how Cherry’s hair used to flow in her face as they swung on the swings back in elementary school.

Or how Cherry’s cheeks turned pink as a rose when Marcia told her how beautiful she looked in her middle school dance dress.

But the thought that came most to her mind was how Cherry grabbed her hand to pull her places when she was excited.

Cherry’s hands were as soft and smooth as her voice. As her hair. As her whole being. And Marcia loved it.

Marcia sat straight up at this thought. She loved it.

Obviously she had made some sort of noise because Cherry had picked up on her state of shock. “You ok Marcia?”

“Yeah yeah, fine, continue” Marcia mumbled, soon hearing the ramblings on the other side line start up again.

Marcia’s cheeks were burning with realization. Cherry had always been tied to her in some deep way, she knew that. But now she knew she was in love with Cherry. She was in love with her best friend.

Her cheeks burned.

And before she even knew what she was saying, the words came blurting out of her mouth, interrupting Cherry mid sentence.

“I love you” Marcia blurted. Instantly slapping her hand over her mouth, cursing herself in her mind. Damn it, Marcia, she thought.

“I love you too Marcy” Cherry giggled through the phone.

She didn’t understand, thought Marcia.

“No Cherry,” Marcia started taking a deep deep breath “I’m in love with you.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. And it’s about time you said something” Cherry teased, making Marcia’s cheeks burn even more. If that was even possible. “Mind if I come over?”

“Please do.”

- - - -

Green was the color of the grass

Where I used to read at Centennial Park

I used to think I would meet somebody there

Teal was the color of your shirt

When you were sixteen at the yogurt shop

You used to work at to make a little money

Time, curious time

Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs

Were there clues I didn't see?

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

Ooh

Bad was the blood of the song in the cab

On your first trip to LA

You ate at my favorite spot for dinner

Bold was the waitress on our three year trip

Getting lunch down by the lakes

She said I looked like an American singer

Time, mystical time

Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine

Were there clues I didn't see?

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

Ooh

A string that pulled me

Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar

Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire

Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons

One single thread of gold tied me to you

Cold was the steel of my axe to grind

For the boys who broke my heart

Now I send their babies presents

Gold was the color of the leaves

When I showed you around Centennial Park

Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven

Time, wondrous time

Gave me the blues and then purple pink skies

And it's cool, baby, with me

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders memes #the outsiders incorrect quotes #the outsiders book #the outsiders movie #the outsiders cherry #the outsiders Marcia #cherry valance #68

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toukenramblings · 4 years ago

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Horikawa nightmare hc? (let's be honest he's definitely not okay no matter what he says)

Sweetheart.

Imma do ya one better.

This is the start of a new series.

It’s based off of these lovely fics on ao3, and @rexcaliburechoes were talking about it on our discord sooooo yeah~!

I call this the Heart Series. Basically as said in the fics and by Rexy, it’s sort of a traumaversary? I had to dig into the deeper subjects of the bois but like...sometimes I just wanna hurt them. We’re gonna start off with HORI TODAY Y’ALL.

Warnings: Hori has a lotta baggage that I’m gonna attempt to cover. Let’s fucking go. According to some research, Horikawa would have fucking been evaporated by now while he’s rusting away in the ocean so uh...yeah. Here take some happiness before I dive deep into Hori’s mind. This is also gonna be a romantic fic~!

[Drowning] Heart

As the days get hotter and the sun shines brighter, with emerald leaves decorating branches and longer hours paint the days with sunny skies; to Horikawa, you’re dearest beloved, it feels like he’s drowning.

Rusting away, at the depths of the ocean – where light never reaches him. Tossed away oh so carelessly, steel melting a slow slow death. Corroding and fading, in and out and in and out as the tides kiss the beach – though perhaps it’s not really a kiss.

It’s a crash.

All at once.

Frigid talons of the ocean against sand and steel.

So when he wakes up the next morning, later than normal – feeling the salt burn his tongue and dry out the saliva in his mouth – and the paralysis that overtakes him does Horikawa begin to scream.

But it doesn’t come out, only hacks and coughs of salty air and water and dirt; surf meeting the earth in the most terrible of ways.

Your hand finds his and Horikawa cannot move, the pain in his lower back all too much. There are tears forming at the corner of his eyes, his palms sweaty and shaking as his loose grip on your hand falter.

“I’m sorry…” he wants to say, but chokes on ocean liquid and metal tinge; giving him no room to breathe. Why would the ocean give him air? While he’s drowning, oh so cold in the depths, where no man has gone before because it’s so dark and cold and scary and…and….

Horikawa shuts his eyes, letting the darkness and nightmarish fiends take him.

He wakes up an hour later to the sound of yours and Izuminokami’s voice outside of the door. Or what it his partner’s voice? He cannot tell. Sounds are muffled, blood pounding in his ears and a sensation of wetness almost seeping into his bones; threatening to take him away yet again.

A small croak of his voice causes the door to open, his fingers twitching, searching for something – anything – any source of warmth to save him, to take away this cold cold feeling of the ocean floor, of critters and creatures crawling over his skin and making goosebumps appear upon his flesh. He always wants to check, to see if something truly is walking over his form, his skin, what was causing such a sensation against him?

Why couldn’t it stop?

Why can’t he make it stop?

He recognizes the next touch, no matter how fever-aching his body becomes, no matter how the nightmares and the inky blackness of the murky waters take him.

Your hand is warm against his cheek, a thumb (Was it a thumb? A finger? It’s something, anything) wiping away his budding tears that stain his cheeks red and puffy eyes sore.

That’s when Horikawa realizes he can barely make out your face. The face he always gazes upon every morning when the sun rises, where the light hits you and frames you in such an angelic position – blessed by whatever gods that created you.

He wanted to find it again.

He has to search for it again.

He needs to.

For the warmth you so provide him, the sunlight that enters his heart and stays and permeates his body, the warmth that helped the blossom of love grow within his heart and chest, to the love and affection you give him on a daily basis.

He cannot speak.

He cannot hear.

He cannot see.

But he can feel.

He feels that kiss upon his forehead, a burning sensation; spreading through his body like fire and ice at the same time, an addicting feeling he loves only fueling his sanity and keeping him grounded – stable despite the waves that overtake his vision and his mind.

That warmth dissipates when you leave the room with Izuminokami, to do whatever work the citadel calls for and he lets the waves take him yet again.

Then came the gunshots.

Then came the sounds of hoof beats and cannons and the smell of gunpowder and screams and blades and gunfire and-

When had he began screaming?

He sees the uniform of the Shinsengumi, of a proud back riding into certain death, to their doom. At first he sees Hijikata’s broad shoulders, tall and proud – but then they melt away as he once did under those cruel tides.

He sees your form next, as you fall from the horse – a bullet in your hip, blood freely flowing from your side, and soon your body hits the ground – the sickening crackle of bones reaching his ears.

You were here now, just as your name is a sob from his lips.

Your hand finds his, fingers wiping away the tears. Though Horikawa can move now, slightly; his back still hurts, he cannot feel his lower half – but he feels you and that’s all that matters.

You do not dare to leave him as the ground opens up beneath him, sleep yet again kidnapping him away from you.

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Slumber party—

Part five

Israel was sitting in her room with a thick book pressed in between her fingers while her cute round glasses hung on the tip of her nose. Since it was Friday, It was a chill day for her. She had no chores or errands to run because she had gotten them all done the day before, so that meant it was just going to be herself, her books, silence, And her baby turtle Franklin, of course. He was cute, small and a bit smelly but he was one of her first friend.

Israel slightly jumped from the screeching sound of her window Flying open and hitting her wall, with a loud slam.

The weather was a bit breezy today but Israel loved when it was like this. The sound of the wind blowing against her window and The soothing clicks and clacks of her mother Wind chimes hitting against each other. It triggered a feeling In her that was hard to explain... It brought her back to a place she missed dearly, her childhood. Summers at her grandparents house playing outside, and sleeping in a full size bed with four of her cousins, scratched up together with nothing to cool them down but the loud fan in the window.

it was a feeling that only lasted seconds before life pulled her back to the harsh reality that she was grown and had responsibilities.

She got up from her window seat and shut it. She glanced out the window and her eyes drifted over to the site of her parents loading the car up with what looked to be suit cases. Her eyes frowned in confusion before she throw her book on the bed and jogged down the crackling stairs. The front door opened before she could reach the bottom of the stairs, her mom came in frantically looking around the room like she was looking for something.

"Mom where are y'all going?" She asked concerned at this point. She had only seen her mother like this once, and that was when her oldest brother got arrested. That was another story for a different day.

Isabel finally grabbed her keys and headed for the door not even hearing her daughters question. Israel followed her outside and grabbed the car door before she could close it. "Where are you going? What happened?" Her mother let out a huff since she was out of breath from running around the house grabbing things.

"your aunt got into a really bad accident this morning, so me and your dad is catching a flight to Chicago to make sure she already, this was the earliest flight we could catch. We're probably gonna have to stay a week or two since she has no one to take care of her. Call and Tell your brothers we're leaving, and make sure to lock the door." Her mom yelled out the car window as her father drove out of the driveway slowly as Israel stood there dumbfounded by the news. She watched as they drove away. It more then odd but why would her mother lie about her sister being in a car crash? She shrugged before going back into the house.

She sat on her knees in front of the couch with her Palms facing The ceiling saying a quick prayer for her aunt before hopping up with a squeal.

She felt bad for her aunt...(even though she only met her once when she was about ten) she really did....but that didn't mean she wasn't excited to have the whole house to herself for the day. Having three older brothers will leave you drained and in-dire need to some privacy and alone time.

She decided it was the perfect time for her pamper routine she tried to do every week.

She jogged up the stairs before grabbing her speaker and phone. She Blue-toothed it to the speaker. Soothing music was a very important part of the routine, or else it was boring. She turn on her Noel soul/feminine empowering play list. Which was full of, erykah-badu, Ari Lennox, Lauryn Hill and Solange, plus more amazing female artists.

She ran her bath water hot, and clear of soap since she was very sensitive in her lower half area. She pull flower prattles in the water to make it look pretty before adding a few drops of some scented oils.

Her bathroom smelled of vanilla.

She stood in-front of her bathroom mirror, slowly swaying her body to the beat and voice of Ari Lennox. Backseat.

Israel dragged her oversized shirt over her head, and slowly dragged the thick fabric of her white sweatpants down her smooth pretty brown legs. She turned away from the mirror and dipped her foot in first before fulling sitting down in the hot water. She took a breath of relief.

She reached over her bathtub to grabbed the book she was reading. 'How to embrace your feminine' it read on the cover, in big bold pink lettering. She was very interested in the topic lately. And it was differently helping her embrace her feminine side more and more. Her mother, of course taught her the basics such as, how to properly clean herself and to cross her legs when she sat, but it was so much more to it then just making sure to cross your legs when you sit.

It was WAY deeper then that. It was the way you dressed, acted, speak.

When you hear that it may seem a bit intimidating but it truly changed the way the whole world looked at you, especially as a brown/dark skin women, Since they were seen as aggressive, anger, and bitter by Society for whatever reason.

It hurt a bit to know you have to change yourself for society to except you, but Israel wanted this. Ever since she was a young girl but never knew how To express her girly side since she was mainly around her older brothers.

A hour later, her music was interrupted by her phone ringing and she sat her book down on her sink before standing up from the water and stepping out, dripping water everywhere.

"Erik." She whispered, a grin spreading on her glossy lips, as she stared down at her phone screen. She jumped on her bed and unplugged it. "hello?" She answered, her voice getting softly automatically.

"Wassup babygirl, what you doing?" He asked, putting his phone on speaker so he could set it down on the floor next to him. Grunting as he pulled himself up, his chin tapping the pull up bar slightly before he lower himself, repeating it over.

She stood up from her bed and grabbed her towel, wrapping it around her breasts. She walked back into her bathroom and drained the now lukewarm bath water. "just got out the tube, and about to shave, exfoliate and put a face mask on." She giggled softly.

"Damn that sounds good as fuck right now, you mind coming over and pampering me?" He half joke, chuckling before jumping down from the pull-up bar to grab his ice cold water. She laughed throwing her head back. "Awww poor baby, you sore?" He sighed laying down on his mat. his hands on his head, feeling the soreness really kick in. It was most likely gonna be worst tomorrow.

"Hell yeah...my legs, arms and stomach feel like they just ran over."

"Why do you work yourself so hard Erik?" Things got quite on his side, she looked at her screen wondering why he was speaking. He was staring off into the distance with his lip in between his teeth. "Because I got some important shit to get done..." he tailed off.

"Life changing shit. Get ready I'm about to pick you up." She chuckled rolling her eyes, dipping her fingers in to the clay face mask that she was in love with. It made her skin so soft and scar free. It was a very important part of her skin care routine.

"How you know I wanna go somewhere with you?" He chuckled standing up from the floor taking the phone with him.

"Cuz you ain't got shit else to do." She opened and closed her mouth, offended but know he was right.

"Fine I guess, but this time I get to stay out how ever late I want since my parents are out of town." She cheered brightly. Smiling into the camera with her gray face mask on. Then She gasped As a genius idea popped into her head. "Oh my gosh can we have a sleep over at your house? That would be so fun!" Erik on the other side of the phone sorted. "A sleep over? What is this 5th grade?" Well shit. Israel thought putting a pout on her face.

"Well I wouldn't know since I never got to have a sleep over or go to a sleep over before of my parents." Having strict parents was a struggle. She knew that they only did it to protect her but she feels like she missed out on a lot stuff when she was a child.

"We ain't having no damn sleep over." He said sternly, pouring some cold water in his glass water bottle. Israel pout got bigger but Erik ignored her. Israel stomped her bare foot on the ground, the smacking sound catching his attention. "Please? Pleeeeeeease! We can get candy, movies blankets the whole thing....pretty please? With a cherry on top?" Erik sighed harshly staring at her with a bored expression. "Alright whatever Sasha, start packing ya shit, imma be there in like 30 minutes." He said chuckling before hanging up on her before she could ask why he called her Sasha. She laughed at the fact that he thought it was only gonna take her 30 minutes to get ready.

Israel shrugged and ran back into her bathroom to shaved, deep condition her kinky curls and moistures her whole body.

a horn honk was heard two times and Israel already knew it was Erik so she didn't bother looking out the window. She ran down the stairs and out the front door with her big brightly blue duffel bag. She locked the door before skipping off the porch happily, with a big grin on her face, Her big duffle bag swinging around from her running.

"Look at her spoiled goofy ass." He mumbled to himself smirking.

"You're 2 hours and 15 minutes late." She stated jokily because sliding into the passenger seat. He chuckled dryly. "Ha ha I was low key rethinking this whole thing to be honest."

Bold.

Israel had been trying to think of a word to describe him and one of them was bold. He didn't really have a filter...or maybe he just didn't really care about other people's feelings. Not saying that it hurt her feeling because she knew he was only joking...probably.

"Stop acting like you wasn't the one that asked me to come with you. You don't be having anything to do ether." She assed back, cutting her eyes at him. Only making him chuckled.

"What the fuck is in that bag? You pack ya whole room?" She rolled her eyes before unzipping it to show him everything.

"No, I just brought some of my favorite movies, some popcorn and the rest is some clothes and stuff."

"The notebook?" He said eyeing it in disgusted, picking it up and throwing it back into her bag.

"What? What's wrong with the notebook? It's a really sad and loving story." She defended her favorite movie hugging it to her chest. "That shit is so soppy-" she smacked her lips. "Ok and? You probably only watch thug where the main character always dies in the end from some gang related shit." Erik sat quietly because she was right. She snickered shaking her head.

"Yeah but that's real life shit, niggas die every in the hood but how likely is it that you meet this girl in high school, y'all parents make y'all break up on some Romeo and Juliet type shit then years later y'all find each other when one of y'all about to get married then y'all fuck fall in love again them find out whole time the bitch had short term memory lose-" Israel gasped at his harsh words, smacking him on the arm. "Erik!" She screamed covering her mouth to stop herself from laughing.

"That's shit is just not possible." He shrugged stopping at a red light.

"You're just looking at it In the wrong way- she grabbed the movie case looking at the back of it. -think of it like this, they had a love so strong that even years later they were still in love with each other, even after ally found love again there was no love compared to the love she had for Noah." She sighed batting her eyelashes towards the blue sky, like she looking at the love of her life.

"It's a beautiful story Erik." He rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath. "I still don't want to watch that shit but ok."

Erik unlocked his front door to his house and Israel stepped in.

His house smelled like him- was the first thing Israel thought, while spinning around to get a full look at the house from the door way.

Since it was a loft his Kitchen, living room and bedroom was all in one room, basically, Except you had to go up stairs to get to his bed. And it was all decorated with a African theme. Masks and ancient looking spears and weapons hung on the wall almost like in a museum. Israel was so intrigued She forgot Erik was even standing there. "Wow..." she whispered reaching out to touch The long sliver spear. "You like it?" Erik whispered in her ear making goosebumps appear on her arms The back of her neck. "Yeah...it's beautiful, where you get it? Is it real?" She said dragging her finger tips down the front of it feeling it's smooth texture. "You mean is it from a real African tribe? Yes it's is, it from a tribe of women." Israel's eyes lit up brightly.

"You have so many cool things up here." He nodded watching her look closely at everything. He went to the kitchen to let her explore a little while he popped the popcorn for the movie. Eventually she walked into the kitchen to find Erik pouring the bag of popcorn into a big bowl for the both of them to share.

"You have a beautiful home." She complemented him as he passed the bowl over for her to grab some. She stuffed her mouth full as she grabbed the bowl. "Thanks, Damn slow down mamas it's not gonna run from you shit." He mumbled watching her barely be able to swallow the rest that was in her mouth before a another hand full was in her mouth. "My bad, it's a habit." She laughed chewing slowly now.

"Nah yo ass just always hungry." He joked. teasingly poking her in the side, making her squirm from how ticklish she was.

"stop that!" She groans smacking his hand before grabbing a another handful of pop corn.

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Israel plopped down on Erik's bed as he turned on his projector and set everything up for the movie.

She loved it here, his whole loft was a vibe. From the front door to his bedroom— his bedroom was probably her favorite part since she has never really seen anything like this.

"What are we watching?" Israel asked innocently looking up at him through her eyelashes.

"IT." He shrugged clicking on the movie before walking back over to the bed to sit next to her.

"but...I don't want to watch it..." she tilted her head to the side, sticking her bottom lip out at him. "Oh come on you cry baby you'll be fine, ain't no clown ass nigga bout to come in here and get you, and if they tried I'll kill his ass." He said making her laugh out. "I still don't want to watch this shit, imma be scared to night...I'm going to be by myself all weekend most likely and you live all the way out here so what you gonna do?" He only chuckled and hushed her pressing play on the movie.

Israel hide herself on the side of Erik as it began.

A hour and 5 minutes later A jump scare popped on the screen and Israel jerked so hard the popcorn spilled over landing on Erik's lap. Erik on the other hand was unfazed and haven't jumped not once yet, and it was annoying Israel. "You're making me look like a scary cat damn...at least jump once." She mumbled cutting her eyes his way. "Because it's not scary, you just a pussy." She gasped and smack him on the arm playfully. He chuckled and throw a piece of popcorn at her face that she throw back without a hesitation and then that turned into a popcorn fight.

Israel throw a hand full of popcorn and Erik won by dumping the whole bowl onto her head. "Erik! That's not fair!" He stuck his tongue out at her and hopped off the bed before she could throw more at him. "I won fair and Square, don't be a sore loser." He chuckled as she sat on her legs with a pout on her face and her arms crossed over her chest with the bowl on her head. "Stop making that face before I come over there and attack your cute ass."

"You always cheat when we play games....like last night when we played 8 ball-"

"I didn't cheat you just trying to make yourself feel better because you know you suck ass." Israel mouth hang open in fake shock and Erik tossed a piece of popcorn into it. She couldn't help but laugh at his dumb ass as he yelled "buckets!"

He pick up the remote and pressed Pause on the movie that they had completely forgot about and scooped some of the thrown popcorn back into the bowl. "Imma go get my vacuum, I'll be right back." Israel Nodded her head, popping a few m&m's in her mouth.

It was popcorn literally everywhere and Israel felt kinda bad that he was the only one trying to clean even though she helped make the mess. She didn't want him to think she was a horrible guest so she started to push the popcorn up in a pile in the middle the bed. As she was reaching over to grabbed more popcorn she stretched her leg out accidentally kicking something off of the bed. It made a loud crashing sound and Israel prayed that she didn't break anything. She was sure Erik would ripe her head off if she did.

She turn around and pecked over the side of the bed. It was a laptop- a Mac book to be exact. A two Thousand dollar laptop. "Shit." She mumbled reaching over to grab it by the screen. She plunged it back into the charger and the screen popped on. it was unlocked which was surprising since not many people left their laptops or phone without a password.

She hummed and focused on what was on the screen. It was a girl with pink prissy Lingerie and tall white platform heels on. Her makeup was bright and her curls were loose and blonde. It caught Israel's attention immediately. It looked to be on Tumblr but she wasn't quite sure. She knew it look familiar to the app that her cousin jazz spent hours. Jazz had tried her to get into it but Israel just wasn't really fascinated by the app. It looked boring and plan to her.

And eventually after looking at the picture for a couple of seconds Her Curiosity got the best of her And soon her fingertips were moving to the scrolling pad and she was invading his privacy.

The page was full of beautiful girls dressed in cute girly outfits and pigtails and she was hooked. She was already a whore for fashion so she was always up for finding and exploring with different aesthetic's. And this was definitely one that she was not TO familiar with. She has dressed in prissy and girly things of course since she was a girly girl but never to this Extreme. The hair bows butterfly clips, knee-high socks pastel color platforms and tutus styled with crap tops were so cute to her. It was nothing like the clothes she had in her closet.

Her style had multiple personalities and this was one that she definitely wanted to add to the Collection. Then something Else caught her attention, the words DDLG, princess, daddy, little, and dom/sub printed everywhere on the site. One girl put #miss my daddydom in her caption and Israel went to click on the tag curious as to what that meant. She knew the girl wasn't talking about her father with the type of picture that went with the caption clearly.

She was so lost in Computer and finding new pages that she didn't hear or see Erik walk back into the room...not until the laptop was being snatched away from her hands. She gasped and scramble to get her words out. "Why were you on my shit?" He hissed slowly pressing his body against hers making her lay flat on the bed with her palms gripping the cushion. She let out a shaky breath turning her head avoiding his eyes. "I'm sorry I-it was a accident-" He let out a deep and scary chuckled that made her blood run cold.

It was like he was a completely different person.

"So you accidentally turn my laptop on and was looking through my shit?" He asked. She then realized how stupid that sounded how much trouble she had just got herself into. She should have knew that he would snap like that since he did that the first she got in his car and was looking through his shit. "Well n-no I just meant I didn't do it intentionally....I accidentally kicked your laptop off the couch while I trying to clean up the popcorn and your laptop popped on and then the cute ass outfits that girl had on caught my attention and the next thing I knew I was scrolling through your st-uff." She whispered trying to Swallow the lamp that was Forming in her throat. The tears filled her waterline and her vision became blurry. Erik's face softened a bit and he sat her up on her butt. With tears now running down her face and a little pout silently asking for forgiveness.

Erik's big thumbs ran across her cheeks taking the tears with it. He let out a deep breath before pulling her head up in the air so that she was looking at him. "Stop all that crying shit, look at me." He demanded. Her doe eyes stared into his. "It's alright just don't be looking through my stuff without my permission, I hate that shit."

She nodded and they sat in silent until her Curiosity got the best of her. "What is...that?....i really like the way they dress... it's cute." She said batting her eyelashes trying to lighten the mood. Erik ran his hand down his face cracking a small smile before resting his hand on his chin, Staring at her.

"You like... the outfits? the only thing you saw was the outfits?" She shrugged. "I mean some of them were half naked but nothing more then their panties and bras" He plotted down on the bed next to her pulling her down with him so they were both laying down staring at each other. "I got some filthy shit on there I don't think you're innocent ass would be able to handle." She broke out into a fit of laughter, she laughed so hard tears came to her eyes. She didn't know exactly why it was so funny to her but it was- maybe it was the fact that she couldn't see Erik as a 'filthy' man. Erik didn't find it as funny as she did. Once she saw he wasn't laughing she stoped, and bit her lip. "Sorry."

"Why you laughing tho?" She shrugged again.

"I just...don't see you as- I don't know a dirty man. When I think of a 'dirty man' I think of a man that's really really sexual. You talk dirty sometimes but you even talk about your sex life that much- a matter of fact you never talk about you sex life like ever, I mean expect for that one night but other then that you don't." He give her a teasing grin before pulling her closer by wrapping a arm around her waist.

"you want me to talk about my sex life?" She blush And smacked him on his chest, it vibrating from his deep laugh. "No of course not...unless?" She mumbled before placing her hand over her face to hide her embarrassment. "How you gonna say that then get embarrassed?"

He lick his thick lips slowly watching her peck through her fingers with a small smile on her face. "I just mean like....what so interesting about it? My cousin literally tells me everything about her and her man sex life so I'm sure I can handle what goes on in yours."

"'ight bet." He smirked getting up from the couch And over to the cabinet that was across the room. He grabbed a key that was hanging a above it and unlocked the cabinet. Israel leaned over to try and see what was in it but his bold ass shoulders were in the way of her view. Soon he pulled out a dvd case with no picture on the front and popped it in. He jumped back onto the bed with her, he watched the screen load while Israel starred holes into his face.

"What did you just put in?" She asked as she got a bit suspicious. His behavior had changed she could tell by the way his body shifted and the look on his face. It was hard again with a slight smirk glazing his lips. His eyes hazy and low. He shrugged at her question just as she did not to long ago to him.

He pressed play and the smirk he had on his face turned into a full on grin when a dark room with little to no light in it. The only light was a red LED lightbulb that gave the room a dark glow. Israel frowned as she tried to figure out what was happening. Realization hit her when she saw Erik come into the camera shot with a limp girl laying in his arms. She almost looked....lifeless with the way her arms just flopped around.

Erik laid her in the bed and took what looked to be rope from the dresser next to the bed. He brought her arms up to the headboard and tied them tightly. Since the girl was unconscious he had no problem tying her up. He kinda wished she was awake cause he liked the struggle sometimes. After he tired her arm and legs to the headboard he reached In the dresser again and pulled out a long white candle and a lighter. He sparked the lighter and the girl's finger twitched a bit and he grinned evilly knowing she was coming back. He lit the candle and let it malt slowly. The tip of the candle wax was clear now so he slowly pour it onto the back of the girl's legs since they were up in the air. She blotted awake in shook and in pain.

Israel slowly began to sink into her seat as chills were sent down her back, this wasn't something she has ever seen and he haven't even got started yet.

"You're awake.....how lovely of you to join me princess, how was your sleep." The girl breathing was heavy and loud but she calmed down when she saw it was just Erik. Erik ran his hand down her the valley of her breasts all the way down to her naked pussy.

Her body shivered slightly and jerk. "Just fuck me already Daddy!" The girl whin. He had already teased her to unconsciousness she was tired of his games.

"This is what you call foreplay, it's basically just getting the girl turned on before you start fucking her. Mainly because if she isn't wet it'll hurt her and won't feel as good for the guy ether." He answered before she could even ask because he knew she was going to ask. She clueless, poor thing.

She nodded trying to swallow her spit even though her mouth was dry. She was getting hot everywhere. Erik could tell by the way she squirmed and shifted in her seat. Her eyes were glued to the big tv screen. eyes watching his every movement, as crazy as it may sound she was slightly jealous of the girl on the screen. As she got older the more she craved to be touched by a man, she was definitely sexually frustrated and she just had to deal with it.

"Ok Erik I get it now we don't have to watch the whole thing." She huffed out a breath reaching out for the remote to turn it off but Erik snatched the remote from her.

"Nah you wanted to watch it so watch it." He snapped making her roll her eyes. They were now 15 minutes in and Erik was fucking the girl to tears. Her voice was horsed and almost gone with the way she was screaming for him to fuck her harder. Erik's body was glossy from the sweat that was dripping down in tear drops onto the girl's.

The tension in the room had gotten so thick that Israel was feeling a bit uneasy, her cheeks were hot and her hands were shaky but her eyes stayed on the screen.

This was probably the best porn she had ever seen- even though She hadn't searched and looked for porn on her own since she was semi traumatized from All the videos her cousins tried to get her to watch one night at a sleep over they had about a year ago. And all the videos that they showed her were videos of white girls fake moaning 'yes daddy give me that big thick cock' and ever since she it had been a big a turn off for her— but this? This was on a whole different level of sexy. The way his body moved mesmerized against the girl's. she couldn't help but imagine the girl as herself. In a deep arch gripping the sheets begging for him to let her cum.

Israel lip was sucked in between her teeth in a hungry manner and her feet played with each other on top of the blankets that were now at their feet.

"Erik..." he hummed at her, moving his eyes to hers. "Why are you showing me this?" He grabbed the remote and stopped the video.

"Because you asked to see it, don't ask me to show you for no shit like this again-" He mumbled taking the dvd out his dvd. "-cause clearly you can't handle it." He snapped, now facing her.

"I Didn't expect you to show me that..." she mumbled moving her eyes around the room to avoid his.

It was silent on both sides, Israel was more so embarrassed then amused like Erik was. "Why so quite now mamas?" He asked laying back on the bed.

"I feel...tingly, down there" He hummed, smirking. turning his face towards her. "You feel all hot and bothered?" She nodded her head before laying against his shoulder, in embarrassment.

The fact that she just admitted that to him was probably the most embarrassing thing she has every done.

"You want me to fix it?" He asked very softly, against the shell of her ear. She whimpered. "E, stop...can you put my movie in now?"

"You don't want daddy to help you?" He said in a jokily manner, Teasing her while poking her in the stomach.

"Erik stop teasing meeeee you're making it worse!" She whined pushing him off of her. "Nigga put my movie in." She demanded, pointing to the tv laughing nervously.

"Alright alright, Baby." He chuckled loudly before getting up to put her movie in.

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