#insert a shaky eyes emoji here

[lafcadiosadventures]

Very understandable, french public of the 1840’s (extract from a fifty page book from 1843 explaining the details of the Janin vs Dumas literary fight)

[f4rgd]

Something like that, that's his answer but he doesn't say it out loud - that conversation had passed and his attention was elsewhere now. He's in no hurry, the night is still young and there's plenty of time to rest and tonight feels different. It's not that they don't get an opportunity to be alone, they do, but time spent apart meant moments like this were all the sweeter.

The light fills the small space and illuminates the others features and his hand raises so he can take hold of a fistful of his shirt where it meets in the middle at his chest. He uses it to pull him in, though there's little need when they're already so close, a smile on his lips and his brow raised. " Suit yourself. I'll leave it to you. " Even if he itched to have it removed and Paerin's clothes along with it - the sooner he could feel his own skin against his own the better.

Aksel had grown used to taking the lead between the two of them whether it be in a fight or in the bedroom, it was what he was used to - he enjoyed having the control most of the time, but perhaps part of it was to avoid vulnerability, something which had long since past between the two of them. It had come up in conversation once before, his desire to let the other man have the control instead and he'd allowed himself to linger on the thought more times than he could count by now.

A small smirk rest on his lips as he leaned in and allowed his lips to brush his. " You know I have been doing a lot of leading these past few days - " A gentle kiss is pressed to his lips and fingers uncurl so they can lower, a single tip slowly working it's way down Paerin's chest towards his waist where he stopped. " - I was thinking, if you wanted, you could take me. "

A  blue-eyed  look  skims  sideways,  and  it’s  knowing  enough  but  unwilling  to  call  him  out  on  it.  "  ——  t’drag  you  out  kickin’  and  screamin’,  I  get  it.  "  It’s  a  little  jest,  light  — but  he  understands,  he  gets  it,  and  the  words  end  soft  as  he  gives  a  little  kiss  to  the  corner  of  his  mouth  and  exhales  a  little  laugh  and  gives  a  wry  twist  of  his  mouth  at  the  truth  of  the  futility  of  invisibility  potions.  But  then  his  hand  is  taken  and  they’re  winding  their  way  back,  and  if  they’re  noticed  no  one  says  anything.  He’s  not  paying  attention  to  it,  not  really,  but  perhaps  if  he  did,  he’d  notice  that  many  have  been  winding  down  and  some  pairing  off.  They  aren’t  the  only  ones.  

His  tent  is  fairly  utilitarian,  though  years  doing  things  like  this  means  he  learned  long  ago  how  to  make  a  comfortable  space.  A  thick  layer  of  furs  and  blankets  on  the  ground,  a  bedroll,  some  bags  and  supplies  placed  firm  against  the  walls  to  push  them  out  and  make  the  space  a  little  wider.  It’s  no  bed,  but  it’s  not  hard  ground,  and  it’s  as  comfortable  as  he  can  make  it;  he  shoves  a  couple  things  out  of  the  way,  pulling  them  down  and  sealing  the  flap  at  the  door.  It’s  not  large  enough  to  stand,  but  is  large  enough  for  two,  barely,  if  they’re  close.  

It’s  dark  in  here,  and  he  utters  a  pleased  hum  into  the  kiss  as  his  fingers  skim  along  clothes,  slip  under  to  tease  skin,  and  considers  the  question  only  when  it  breaks.  "  That’s  not  a  fair  question,  "  he  accuses  with  a  little  smile,  sitting  back  enough  to  utter  a  word  to  cast  Light  on  a  coin  he  keeps  in  a  lantern  cage  for  this  reason.  A  golden  light  fills  the  space,  and  he  closes  the  shutters  on  the  lantern  a  little  so  it’s  more  softly  diffused,  the  light  softer,  just  enough  to  see  by.    It’ll  only  hold  for  an  hour  or  so,  but  it’s  better  than  a  candle  and  not  a  risk  besides.  

He  turns  his  attention  back  to  Aksel,  still  not  having  answered  his  question;  he  leans  in  to  kiss  him  again,  long  and  slow  and  sweet,  and  his  fingers  slip  under  the  hem  of  his  shirt  to  tease  thumbs  at  the  dips  of  his  hips  and  along  those  well-defined  lines  of  muscle  at  his  stomach.  "  Off,  "  he  utters,  finally,  with  a  little  rough  sound  in  his  throat,  a  little  swallow,  arousal  starting  to  swim  hot  in  his  belly.  Still:  he’s  taking  his  hint  from  the  other’s  pace,  and  he’s  relaxed,  unhurried,  and  he  adds:  "  But  not  yet.  I  want  t’take  it  off  you.  "

[honestlydarkprincess]

I can’t find the emoji ask game but insert here whatever emoji you want to work on whatever wip you desire but I want sentences 🔪🔪🔪 love u

💔 - stiles didn't know they were dating

“What?” Derek finally choked out. “But you— you’re dating that other guy.” His eyes flashed as he said it and Stiles could almost feel the hurt radiating off the love of his goddamn life. Hurt that he put there.

“No,” Stiles said earnestly. “Well, I am, but not anymore. Fuck, I’m fucking this up. I thought you weren’t into me like that. I thought you just wanted to be friends so I went out on a couple of dates with that guy to get my mind off you,” Stiles explained, feeling shaky as he did so. He couldn’t mess this up, this was his one second chance. “I didn’t know— I would never have gone out with him if I thought you liked me like that, Derek.”

Derek stared at him, digesting all of the information Stiles had just thrown at him. Slowly, he said, “So…you’re saying you want to date, right?”

make me write!

[pandora15]

you mentioned seeing a lot of fics you dont vibe with and not being able to find the right type of fics that you would want to read. so! a question for you: do you know what type of things you are wanting to find? what would make you really happy to read about?? cause ive been trying to find some motivation to stop procrastinating and start writing a lil bit again soooo if u wanna throw out any ideas u would want someone to hypothetically write (insert shaky eyes emoji here)

oooooh that's a good question!

I mean, for SW, I'm primarily a gen fic reader and writer. so I'd like prefer fics that don't really have ships as a focus (I don't mind them being in the background, but I'd prefer those to be canon ships then)

I also really like angst and h/c and whump, but found family/fluff is also good for me! you really can't go wrong with a good disaster lineage fic, honestly. And I really like Obi-Wan centered fic, but I like it even more when he's like written as competent and doing his best but still struggling (mostly because I Relate afjksdlfakjsdfjladf)

To be completely honest, what's kind of turning me away from most fic these days is a lot of the mandalorian focus/anti-Jedi stuff. mando!clones is like a big part of the TCW fandom and while I do read it sometimes, it just feels like it's all I see in fandom now. and then there's like this underlying notion of mandalorians being better than jedi in some fic that's just like. an instant turn-off for me. and with mandalorian getting so popular and people getting more and more into it, it just feels like it's everywhere. so I'm kinda just tired of it.

TLDR: I like genfic, angst, whump, h/c, and you can't go wrong with disaster lineage fic, though I would also love Obi-Wan fic in general with literally any character!

also please don't feel the need to write something just because I'm complaining about things I'm just being dramatic and tired afsjdlakfjkaksldfa

[maximvms-blog]

HEY HOW’S IT GOIN’ GUYS. it’s ya girl aura and i’m back for veritas: quarter quell edition ! i’m a 20 year old garbage can ( she / her or they / them pronouns plz ) from pst timezone. as you can clearly see, i am a mess, but i’m here to have fun and get to know all of you guys !! i can’t WAIT to unlock the mysteries of this rp, and i know for a fact its going to actually destroy me, so heads up: i’m diagnosed babey and cry over everything all the time. that being said, i also love pain so while i may be crying, i am also THRIVING !! i’m also an artist so i hope ya’ll are ready for me to occasionally draw the shenanigans that happen here. it’s gonna be a TIME !

anyway, enough about me ! click the neat little read more button to get to know my baby boy, maxi-pad. if you like what you see, also feel free to hit that ♥ and i’ll pop into your tumblr or discord ims to aggressively keysmash a plot out. sounds good ? GREAT !! can’t wait to talk to you all asfkalsdjfasfd i’m so excited !

skeleton: the ace faceclaim: froy gutierrez name: max thomas gender & pronouns: cis male ( he/him ) age: twenty-two major: zoology clubs: captain of the track & field and football team ; student government secretary living arrangement: auberlin apartments / apartment 01 employment: unemployed, but occasionally volunteers places & does odd jobs for those that need it

[ GENERAL ]

first off, some links. you can find his dossier HERE ( featuring a bio / some stats ) & his pinterest board HERE !!

his name is maximilian anthony thomas ( if he turns out to be the killer i’m gonna laugh because i really did give him 3 first names ) but honestly just max is fine ^^

he’s the child to two ABSOLUTE UNITS of women. both of them are olympic medalists in the athletics category. even his sperm donor dad ( who, yes, also helped raise him ) was a big time baseball player who now coaches one of the best international teams, so to say that he is SPORTS BOY would almost be an understatement.

his sport of choice is easily track, but he also really enjoys baseball, basketball, soccer, and, later on in life, football. if it’s got a ball or allows him to run, chances are he plays it.

he was winning medals as early as 7 years old and had enough for a full wall by the time he was 10. boy is a legacy and it SHOWS.

he doesn’t like it when people try to give him things just because of his name or who his parents are. he would much rather get things through his own hard work. at the same time, he hates losing and is willing to do not so great things in secret if it means he’ll win.

captain of the track & field team during the spring / summer and captain of the football team during fall / winter. he also might be in the student government too so rifp his schedule. boy is ALWAYS busy.

LOVES HIS TEAMMATES SO FUCKING MUCHHHHH !!!!!! they’re his family.

he also does a lot of charity events cuz his parents raised that shit in him ( they literally met at a charity triathalon ), so he goes to quite a view galas and whatnot. LITERALLY HE’S SO BUSY THIS BOY NEVER HAS FREE TIME.

is surprisingly really well versed in art & art history due to one of his moms being a HUGE art history buff. literally his family did an art tour vacation once where they just went across europe & went to a bunch of galleries. basically he may seem like a dumb jock, but if you mix up a renoir & a monet, he WILL call you out on it.

absolute sunshine boy !! loves to smile & laugh & love !! is so passionate about everything !

however, he has some really bad jealousy and pride issues, as hinted at earlier. they’re easily his greatest vices in equal measure.

he’s emotionally fragile so if he snaps, it can get pretty scary, but he’s really good at hiding that side of him. granted, bottling it all up probably isn’t the best either . . .

THAT SAID, HE’S STILL THE TOWN’S GOLDEN BOY !! his coach keeps talking about the 2020 olympics and he’s SO PSYCHED !! everyone in town knows his name bc he really out here being nice to everyone he meets & helping little old ladies cross the road on top of everything else he does. he’s just That Guy.

[ DAISEY ]

he had known her since they were wee babies, and they were definitely friends first. whenever they played house, he was always the dog looooong before he played her husband.

the two were always real & honest with each other, and it’s safe to say that he knew the true her before she got all caught up in her loneliness and secret hoarding.

SHE was the one to ask HIM out not long after starting middle school, making them each other’s first like . . . actual relationship. ( though tbh, she moreso DEMANDED he be her boyfriend, rather than properly asking him aslkfjasdf he could never say no to her though so it didn’t really matter )

they wound up having an off-&-on relationship for SIX YEARS. in late-ish high school, he could feel her drifting away so he told her his secret, thinking it would stop her from being bored of him. unfortunately she ended up breaking up w/ him the next day.

[ STALKING TW ] before long she was already seeing someone new. that triggered his jealous streak, and between that and his fear that she was going to tell someone his secret, he started stalking her. at first it was just lining up their schedules so he could always keep an eye on her, but eventually he got access to her social media logins and started keeping tabs on her private conversations. she’d shown him some of her own hacking tricks when they were still together, so even when she changed her passcodes, it was a simple crack before he was snooping through her shit again.

eventually she confronted him about the fact that she was constantly seeing him everywhere, though still unaware of the fact that he was the one that was hacking into her accounts. he played it off, and while she did tell the authorities about it, that was about the end of it. he stopped stalking her for a couple of years after following her to st ettienne, and things mellowed out between them.

he joined student council that year, and after that him and daisey started to talk a lot more again. they even kinda became friends again. one night, she was having a rough time so she called him. after a quiet night of talking and looking at the stars, she kissed him. it was really great, up until she shoved him away and said it was a mistake, going right back to ignoring his existence the very next day. this caused him to fall back into his stalking habits, finding them a comfort.

this time, she finds out that its HIM going through her social media, and she pulls him aside privately at the homecoming party to yell at him. she even says that she’s going to expose his secret for being such a creep. it’s then that he sees her for what she really is, rather than the rose-colored image he’d been seeing before.

that’s the last he ever sees of daisey rutherford, and he can’t tell if he’s grateful or heartbroken for that.

[ WANTED CONNECTIONS ]

okay listen i’m . . . honestly garbage at coming up with wanted connections because i genuinely want everything. friends, lovers, enemies, family — the whole shebang. i’m always down to brainstorm, so if you’ve got any ideas, even if they’re whacky, hit me with them and we can come up with something phenomenal and unique, yeah ? yeah !

the biggest actual idea i can think of is like . . . half siblings through his biological father. i think the dichotomy of that could be fun since his dad is still VERY MUCH in his life along w/ his 2 moms. TAKEN BY CASSIDY

rivals in sports could be fun ! as w/ rivals in general !

people he tried hooking up w/ to make daisey jealous when they weren’t together ? maybe ??

he doesn’t drink or smoke or do anything fun so like ?? a bad influence type connection mayhaps ?

HE NEEDS A TUTOR !!!! HE NEEEEEDS A TUTORRRRR !!!!!

bro squad bro squad bro squad bro squad bro squad. did i mention bro squad ?? ( ed is his best fucking friend so any mutual friends,,,,,, let’s squad it up )

maybe i’ll edit this later if more come to me, but for now that’s what i’ve got !! hmu if anything strikes your fancy or if you’ve got any other ideas !

[ghostlymews]

“*insert bite lip emoji*” I am DEAD! xD

I love your fics sooo much!

I do have an idea though:

Imagine walking in on Tanjiro masturbating and he’s all embarrassed and flustered because he didn’t expect you to hear him cry out your name as he was fisting his dick!

Just:

“Y-y/n!”

“Did you call-whoa!”

👌😳

Or if you’d prefer to turn the tables, Tanjiro walking in on Y/n… 😏

walking in on tanjiro masturbating

pairing ; tanjiro x reader

warnings / contents ; female!reader, caught masturbating (m), oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, praise

notes ; THIS IS SO HOT YEEAASS awkward? absolutely. but hot? yes. fuck yes. might do one where tanjiro walks in on reader separately !!

getting released from work early is the best feeling.

unexpected, and uncommon, but being told by your boss that you can pack up and leave for the day is amazing. getting to go home and having that extra time to relax and enjoy the rest of your day with your one and only tanji..

“tanjiro~!” you sing-song as you set your keys on the table, noticing the lack of him cleaning the house or relaxing in the living room as he normally would be when you arrived home. strange. his car was in the driveway, he has to be here somewhere..

“[n-name]!”

a shaky, uneven cry sounds from the bedroom, and quickly you’re padding down the hallway and opening the door in a concerned rush. “jiro? are you—“

tanjiro immediately freezes, as do you, both of your eyes blown wide. tanjiro’s settled on your bed, blankets bunched below his hips, fist wrapped around his cock. his hair is tousled, eyes glossed over and cheeks a pretty shade of red which is quickly darkening and spreading to his ears and neck.

and so here you are now, settled between his legs and sucking him off with vigor. poor sweet boy must’ve been so pent up considering he couldn’t even wait till you got home n’ had to fuck his own hand — you can tell by the way he’s trembling, fingers holding your hair from your face and gently gripping. although he’s overwhelmed with pleasure, he tries his absolute hardest not to hurt you. sounds of ecstasy fall from his parted lips, head falling back against the pillows and adams apple bobbing as he swallows thickly.

“oh, shit.. you’re doing s—so good— fuck, [name], im close—!”

he’s then roughly bucking his hips, pushing his fat cock further down your throat as he cums, shooting his load into your awaiting mouth. your eyes water and squeeze shut, struggling to take all of him, but you manage. he deserves it for being such a good boy, after all. <3

he insists he return the favor, beckoning you to crawl over him. you oblige with curiosity, and he smiles sweetly at you, strong calloused hands gripping your hips and bringing them higher, higher, until you’re hovering over his face. “tanjiro!” you exclaim, face exploding with a blush, “you don’t need to do that—“

but he won’t have any of it. he pulls you down to his face with ease, tongue making quick work to lap up the arousal nearly dripping from between your puffy folds, almost purring at just how good you taste. you give in, hips rolling with his movements, hips jerking as his nose bumps repeatedly against your clit with each swipe of his tongue, but his hands easily hold you in place. your hands grip his hair, and it isn’t long before he’s painfully hard again from the little tugs at his dark locks and the sweet sounds that spill from your swollen lips. your eyes meet his wine red hues, and his eyes flutter and roll back just from watching you fall apart above him and cry out his name as you cum on his tongue. he can hardly breathe, holding you still as he licks up your nectar, and you don’t get a chance to recover before your world spins and suddenly you’re on your back with tanjiro looming above you.

he’s a mess — a beautiful mess, chest heaving and eyes lidded as he gazes at you in a beautiful hybrid of lust and pure adoration. “i need you,” he admits, his tan face flushed a dark crimson red. “please?”

you snake your arms around his neck, and he nearly melts into a puddle at your next words.

“i’m all yours.”

[jadequeen88]

Incel Tomura

I couldn’t think of a good title for this, so... I just went with something real blunt. Anyway, this was inspired by a friend and how she actually met her IRL boyfriend.

PAIRING: Incel!Shigaraki x egirl!reader

TW: face sitting, degradation, mommy kink, reader basically bullying Tomura (he deserves it)

3.2k~

AS ALWAYS MY FICS ARE STRICTLY 18+

“TCH!”

Tomura scoffed at the screen of his laptop. The Discord server he helped admin had gone to shit since he let that idiot Dabi loosen the requirements to join. It was one thing when Toga joined. He knew she was a decent gamer. But you? With those stereotypical cat-ear headsets, perfectly done make-up and short skirts? Please… He saw right through you. Just another fake ~uwu~ e-girl trying to pretend they knew what they were talking about.

It didn’t end with you being annoyingly informed in the gaming chat, either. You were always in the anime and manga chats, too… Suggesting different ones that there’s no way you actually enjoyed.

But the WORST part of you being in the server? Spamming the picture chat with selfies and outfit pics. No, it wasn’t against the guidelines and yes, you got lots of compliments (of course, you were clearly hot), but it made Tomura livid. Where there used to be pics of half-built PCs and screenshots of character upgrades, now there were endless pictures meant to tease and bait the guys in the server.

Today’s picture is what sent him completely over the edge. Your hair was put up in two messy space buns, signature pink cat-eared headset perched on your head. Your black, mesh top was straining against your tight, hot pink bra, barely hiding your cleavage and your slender neck was adorned with a chunky, black collar with a large, silver ring hanging from the front. The icing on the cake, though… the thing that broke him, was the face you were making. Eyes crossed, little pink tongue lolling past your perfect hot-pink lips, it was an obvious ahegao face. The caption read:

“New collar! Thank you for da gift @XxXknifey_wifeyXxX”

Followed by a bunch of annoying ass emojis.

Tomura shifted in his gaming chair, his growing bulge making his sweats tight. He gritted his teeth and opened his DMs…

******

You snickered as you opened your text chat with Dabi. Poor Tomura… He had no clue his friend was an old high school buddy of yours and sent screenshots every single time he bitched about your presence on the server. At first, it was just a couple of snide comments, but you quickly decided to turn it into a game. You’d add more emojis than you normally would, flirt shamelessly with Toga in the chat, and be very vocal with your opinions. Then it progressed with more and more selfies, pics showing off your new skirts, and pics of your pink, girly gaming setup. Today you pushed it with the ahegao face, you’ll admit. It was pretty out of character for you, but you couldn’t wait to hear about Tomura’s reaction from Dabi.

It was everything you hoped it would be:

Decay_666_

So can we give those bitches their own chat or what? Seriously, I’m sick of seeing their shit everywhere. Did you see her ahegao face selfie? This server was supposed to be for ACTUAL gamers, not fake e-girl sluts spamming the chat with their bullshit…

Cremation_Daddy

Lol, damn dude, calm down… we can make a separate chat. You’re the only one on the server complaining. Y/N really fucking you up that bad?

Decay_666_

Oh, fuck off… she’s just being an attention whore and it’s getting on my nerves.

Cremation_Daddy

Yeah, whatever you say. Prolly jerkin it to that selfie right now

You didn’t know why, but you kinda had a crush on the skinny loser. Knowing how worked up he’d get over the smallest things you did thrilled you. You wanted to know just how badly you affected him and today was the day you’d find out.

*****

Tomura heard a ping from his monitor alerting him to a new DM. expecting it to be Dabi giving him more shit, he scowled and clicked over to his Discord tab. When he saw that it was you DMing him, it was like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. He could barely type he was so nervous.

Y/N

Hey :)

Decay_666_

Hi

Y/N

How did you like my new collar?

Tomura panicked. Had Dabi said something? There’s no way he’d do that. How did he even respond to that? He decided to feign ignorance.

Decay_666_

What collar?

Y/N

*image*

He audibly gasped. You sent him the selfie you’d posted in the chat earlier. Somehow, it was even hotter than the first time he’d seen it. Probably because you had sent it to him. You wanted to make sure he saw it. The thought alone made him painfully hard. He typed out a shaky response:

Decay_666_

Yeah… you look really pretty :)

He grimaced. He couldn’t think of anything clever when he was put on the spot like that. Plus, how long had it been since he’d spoken to a girl one on one? Much less a hot one? Never. That’s when.

Y/N

Aww, you’re so sweet :) wanna see it in person?

Now Tomura was wondering if he’d died and gone to heaven. Did she want to meet up? Wearing that fucking collar? There’s no way… He stared at the screen for a good ten minutes before another ping brought him back to reality.

Y/N

I’m free now if you are. Plus, there’s a new episode of *insert favorite anime* out and I didn’t wanna watch it alone.

Decay_666_

Yeah. Sure.

His response was almost uninterested but inside he was panicking. When was the last time he showered? How much time did he have to get ready? Did he even have any clean clothes? He leaped from his chair and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Another ping rang out and he raced to check his DMs to see that you’d sent your address. To his surprise, you only lived a short walk from him. Another jolt of excitement shot through his spine as he quickly responded.

Decay_666_

Be over in 30 :)

He turned on the shower then started picking through his pile of clothes finding the ones that smelled the least offensive. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous and excited at the same time.

*****

 Tomura shifted from one foot to the other, nervously scratching at the side of his neck. He caught himself before the skin there broke and he ended up having to deal with a bloody neck on top of already being a nervous wreck. He’d only been standing outside your apartment for a minute or two, but it felt like an eternity. He kept checking his phone to distract himself. Just as he was starting to question if this had been a good idea, the door flung open.

His eyes widened and his mouth turned into a thin line. You answered the door in a fucking towel. He began opening and closing his mouth like a fish that had been plucked from the water. You giggled innocently like it was perfectly normal to answer the door nearly naked.

“You’re here a little earlier than I expected! I just got out of the shower. Come on in,” you moved to the side to give him room to walk through the door into your small apartment. You were sure to not move completely out of the way so he’d have to almost brush against your chest. You could feel him stiffen and hold his breath as he passed by.

This was going to be so much fun…

*****

Tomura’s dick had been painfully hard the moment he’d seen you in that towel. Luckily, when you’d gone into your bedroom to get dressed, he was able to position it in his waistband so he wouldn’t be pitching a tent in front of you. The thought of you noticing him popping a boner just by looking at you in a towel was mortifying. 

However, what you decided to change into didn’t help his situation. Your baby pink terry cloth shorts would have shown the curve of your ass had it not been for the little row of ruffles around the bottom. Your tank top, the same baby pink color as your shorts, was pulled tight across your chest (holy shit, were you not wearing a bra?!). A fleeting glance at your chest proved to Tomura that you definitely were not wearing a bra.

“You can come on back,” you beckoned from the doorway of your bedroom, “I thought we’d be more comfortable in here…”

He gulped and rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans before nodding and rising to walk towards you. Your room was foreign to him. Decorated with all shades of pink and purple, soft, plush bedding, and a soft pink glow emanated from the LED strip lights that lined the walls. Tomura stood awkwardly, looking around for a chair to sit in when you flopped onto your bed and began pulling up the streaming app on your tv. 

You looked up at him sweetly and patted the spot on the plush comforter next to you. “Come sit, Tomu! You don’t have to stand way over there. I don’t stink, ya know,” the wink you gave him made his knees buckle.

“Umm,” he chuckled nervously, “No, of course not. You, uhh… you smell…”

No, you were way too close. This was bad. There’s no way he would be able to string together a coherent thought, much less hold an actual conversation with you. You pout and lean in even closer to him.

“Tomuuuuu!” fuck, he hated that he loved that stupid nickname, “You think I smell?!”

“What?! N-no, not at all. I was trying to say that-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you tilted your head to the side offering up your neck for him to smell and he swears his eyes crossed as he tried to absorb what was happening.

“I even wore my new perfume! Go on, smell. Tell me what you think,” you smirk looking out of the corner of your eye.

Fuck.

You were teasing him, he knew you were, but his dick was so hard that he was completely at your mercy. He leaned in to take a tentative sniff and his eyes wandered lower. His breath hitched when he noticed the outline of your hardened nipples peeking through the thin material of your tank top. Before he knew what was happening, you turned your face forward and put your mouth next to his ear.

“Are you looking down my shirt, you pervert?” you purred. Tomura made some sort of incoherent noise and pulled away.

You laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully, “Geeze, I’m just kidding! You’re wound so tight.” you pause making a thoughtful face.

“Oh, I know how to help! Come on, over here,” you pulled him between your spread thighs and proceeded to rub his shoulders, working out all of the knots in his lean back.

After a few seconds, Tomura began to relax into your touch, slumping slightly and letting out a tiny sigh. He was deathly still the entire time you massaged him. He was terrified if he moved too much that his raging boner would free itself from his waistband. When your hands left his shoulders, he started to move away just to be pulled back into your lap. His head landed in your cleavage as your hands trailed down his chest. 

“Hmm, so tense, Tomu,” you whispered into the crown of his hair, “Is my massage not working?”

He wanted to yell that of course he was tensed up. That his dick is the hardest it’s ever been in his life and if he doesn’t hold as still as possible, he’s scared he might start humping the air like a pathetic dog. Before he can answer, your hand trails down to the waistband of his jeans, and he freezes. The tips of your fingers brush across his leaking tip and Tomura lets out a low, needy moan before he can stop himself.

“Just what I thought,” you purred as you began to trail your fingers up and down the hard bulge in his jeans, “Pathetic. Look at you, so fucking hard for me. And all I did was rub your shoulders.” He wanted to defend himself, but all he could do was whine as his eyes rolled in the back of his head while you continued touching him through his jeans.

“And to think, I never thought you’d want anything to do with some fake bimbo like me. Because I only game and watch anime for attention, right?” you squeeze his cock through his jeans, causing him to yelp. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself, incel? Wanna tell me why your dick is this hard for me if I’m so annoying to you?”

The realization that Dabi had told you everything flitted through the back of his mind, but he didn’t have room in his brain right then to be mad at him. He had to do whatever he needed to do to keep you touching him.

“I, ahh... I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered pathetically. The front of his jeans was wet from your teasing and the denim was rubbing him raw through his thin boxers, “D-didn’t, fuck, didn’t mean it like… ahh, l-like th-that.”

You loved how easily you could wreck him. You pet his hair back from his sweaty brow as you cooed at him lovingly.

“You know,” you removed your hand from the front of his jeans and he whined from the lack of friction, “You really hurt my feelings, baby. I thought you were so cool and the whole time, behind my back, you said just mean things about me.”

He sat up and turned to face you. His pathetic, needy gaze shot straight to your core. The power you held made you drunk and you desperately wanted more.

“No, no no no…” he grabbed your hands and you realized how clammy they were, “I’m-I’m so sorry. Please! Please…”

“Hmm,” you studied him for a moment, “Well… There might be a way you could make me feel a little better.” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, “You were so mean to me.”

“Anything! Please! I-I’ll do anything for you!” desperation started creeping in, thinking you’d leave him hanging with no relief. Little did he know, you had no intention of letting him go any time soon. Your plush lips curled into a devious smile. A soft hand reached up cupping his jaw.

“What a good boy, Tomu,” a tremor passed through his body. You reached over to your nightstand and pulled out the collar you’d taken the selfie in. 

“You know,” the collar danced between your painted nails, “This also came with a leash. I was thinking,” your lust-filled eyes meet his, “If you wanted to be a good boy for me… You’d let me see how pretty it looks around your neck.”

Tomura hesitated, his eyes rapidly moving between your eyes and the collar you held. After a moment of consideration, he nodded. You giggled and clapped your hands together excitedly leaping off the bed. You returned with a short, chain-link leash.

“Now,” you leaned in and fastened the collar around his neck. Your bodies were centimeters apart and Tomura thought he might pass out, “When you’re wearing your collar, you don’t call me Y/N,” you nudge his ear with your nose and whisper, “You call me ‘Mommy.’ Do you understand?” you feel him nod against your face.

“That’s not how good boys answer their Mommy. When you answer me, you say, ‘Yes Mommy’ or ‘No Mommy.’ Is that clear?”

“Y-yes… Mommy.”

“Mmm, what a good boy,” you placed a soft kiss on his neck and he let out the most delicious whimper. You hooked a finger through the ring on the front of the collar, “You’re gonna go sit in Mommy’s gaming chair and let her use you as a toy. Okay?” 

Tomura’s head was spinning and he almost couldn’t answer until you jerked him by his collar, “Y-yes, Mommy. Please, please make me your toy.”

You stood and dragged him over to your chair and made him sit, “What a polite boy you are! Saying ‘please’ without being asked. If you keep that up, you just might get a reward,” his belt buckle rattled as you worked his jeans down his narrow hips. 

A ragged breath escaped his chapped lips as you removed your tiny shorts revealing a black, lace thong. You straddled his lap, your dripping slit hovering a centimeter over the angry, leaking head of his cock. His hands shook as you placed them on your hips and slowly moved your thong to the side. Descending an inch at a time, only teasing his tip, was causing him to come undone underneath you.

“You’re already so close and I’ve only put the tip in. You better be a good boy and not come until I tell you to or you’re going to be punished,” you pushed another couple of inches inside and he nearly wept.

“I-I’m trying, M-mommy! I wanna be a good boy!”

“Mmm, I know, baby. You’re doing so,” another inch, “So…” and another, “Well.” you were fully seated on his cock now. Tomura knew he wouldn’t last. Your velvet walls were sucking him down harder than anything ever had before. It made his fleshlight feel like it was made of sandpaper. You had ruined him for anything else. 

With a few rolls of your hips and some high, airy moans, he was about to bust. “Mommy! Mommy, please! I-I’m g-gonna…”

“Tomu,” your voice was authoritative now, “If you come in Mommy’s pussy, I’m going to make you clean it out with your tongue then I’m going to sit on your face until I come as many times as I want.” your hand wrapped around his throat and you started bouncing on his cock. Your filthy words and aggressive motions catapulted him into an orgasm.

“You bad, BAD boy,” a smack to his cheek broke off his moans, “You disobeyed me! Did you do that on purpose?” your hand around his neck flexes, “Are you just a dirty incel that wants Mommy to get mean with you? Answer, Tomu!”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Tell Mommy what you are…”

“I-I’m a-a… dirty incel.”

“And what do you want?”

“W-want… want Mommy to b-be mean to me…”

You lift him by the collar and attach the leash. He’s thrown onto the bed and you waste no time hovering your dripping slit over his face.

“Now,” you jerk the leash, “Clean up your mess.”

Tomura knew he should be disgusted right now, but his dick was getting harder by the second. With each lick inside your sloppy hole, he shamelessly moaned against your skin. The vibrations were going straight to your clit, causing you to ride his face harder. This went on until you’d almost reached your peak.

“Oh, baby,” you’re making Mommy feel so, so good, “I-I’m gonna…”

Tomura grabbed your ass and moved you back and forth on his face as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your orgasm hit hard and fast. You lifted your body giving him a moment to breathe before sitting back down, earning a startled mumble from him.

“Don’t think that’s all,” you laughed and humped his face, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, “Be a good boy and mommy might even let you come…”

Tomura only nodded as he began to eat you again like he was starved. Maybe all the stuff you posted in the Discord server wasn’t so annoying anymore...

[daddyavesxx]

Closer.

Pairings : Rook x Reader.

Warnings : Smut, Spanking, Rough Sex .. Etc. Need I really say more.

18+ ONLY.

Likes and Reblogs are much appreciated, kthnx :)

A/N : This is dedicated to the bestie boo ( insert devil emoji here lol )

The house was quiet as I stepped in. I know that Kells was out on a date with my bestfriend, Baze & Slim were out at a party and Rook was home waiting for me as I got out of work.

And I knew I was going to be in trouble as I was sending Rook naughty text messages every time I snuck off to the bathroom. But I couldn't help it. I had a hot man waiting for me at home. Just the thought of being alone with him made my panties soaked the entire time I was home. I was a throbbing soaked mess and I could practically feel Rooks thick cock inside of me.

I would tease him and prop my phone up onto the toiler paper holder to take pics of me holding handfuls of my tits. And each photo would get riskier to the point where I had sent him a video of my hands between my legs underneath my dress, pleasuring myself and whimpering to the thoughts of what were to come when I got to the EST Compound.

                 Daddy Rookie

( You're in fucking trouble. I didn't give you any permission to touch MY pussy. Hurry the fuck to the house so I could teach you a fucking lesson. I hope you didn’t make yourself cum, because if you did, it might be a while until I let you cum later. )

I lightly gasped when I read his text message and felt myself gush wetness into my panties. It was starting to get uncomfortable and I needed to rush and get home.

                                                                                                                  ********

 I walked into the house and the familiar sounds of my best friends Sex playlist that she let Rook listen to was playing throughout the house.

The sounds of my heels mixed with the music as I walked into the living room and spotted my delicious Daddy sitting slouched with his legs wide open and his head leaning back against the back of the couch deeply inhaling a drag from his blunt, which I could tell was from his strain of weed that he had just came out with.

The flood came back in my panties as I watched the dangerous yet fucking sexy look he was giving me. His hair was in a fucking man bun and his was in all black.

"Sex Therapy" by Robin Thicke played in the backroom and Rook held the smoke in his mouth as he reached over and dropped the ashes from his blunt.

 He leaned back, letting his head roll a little while blowing the smoke out and watching my every move as I stepped closer to him, dropping my purse to the ground and kicking my heels off.

"Come move that sexy ass on Daddy's lap," Rook said, patting his thigh with one hand. I shook my head no, smirking. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at me. "I'm not fucking asking you. I am FUCKING TELLING you to," he growled.

I moved toward him, moving my hands up my body, listening to Robin Thicke singing.

I turned around, moving my body slowly in circles moving to the beat of the song.

The next song changed to August Alsina's "Porn Star" and I smirked to myself. My best friend was a freak. I definitely know she was fucking Kells to this song just the other day. Her yelling didn't go unnoticed.

My hands went on Rook's knees, dropping my ass to his lap, right where I felt his thick cock resting. I felt Rook lean forward a bit, pushing my skirt up and blowing his smoke onto my ass. I let out a moan and felt him smack my bare ass cheek harshly. My juices were coating the insides of my thighs. I dropped my ass down onto his lap as I sat up with my back to his chest, holding myself up with my hands still on his knees and started circling my ass onto his lap, feeling his dick get harder by the minute.

He leaned over, snubbing the rest of his blunt and leaning back to his position, letting me grind my hips to the song.

He let one hand slide up the inside of my thigh, groaning when we felt the insides coated. The groan in my ear had me grind down harder.

Rook let his tongue run up the side of my neck while he let his other hand rest on my hip as he moved my hips against him and he moved his own hips against mine. My breathing going heavy as I rolled my head to the side letting his thick tongue run up my neck and to my ear , sucking my earlobe into his mouth.

The other hand that was still between my legs finally went to where I needed him the most. His hand cupped my drenched cunt and I moaned out loud, my eyes rolling back as the heel of hand pushed into me.

"Please Daddy, I need you inside of me. I can't take it anymore," I said, half moaning and half whining.

I felt him smirk against the back of my neck and thrust up against me at the same time his fingers pressed to where he knew my drenched hole would be.

"I don't know baby. Paybacks a bitch. Do you deserve Daddy's cock?"

I nodded furiously.

"Get the fuck up," he demanded and I got up on shaky legs. I turned around, watching Rook as he started undoing the belt of his jeans and lifting his hips up as he pushed his jeans and boxers down, letting his hard, thick and long cock free. My mouth watered as it came into my view and it made me drop down to my knees. He didn't need to tell me anything but always seeing his dick made my mouth water.

Rook shook his head which made me pout like a little child.

"Take your clothes off."

Earned It by The Weeknd started to play and I felt like our timing was fucking correct.

I got up, smirking down at Rook as I started to move my body slowly and taking my clothes off slowly. His eyes were dark with lust and his lip was trapped between his teeth. He wrapped his hand around his cock, gripping it slightly and stroking it while watching me as I took my clothes off until I was fully naked.

Rook leaned forward, letting his free hand move to my thigh, bringing my body close to his. So close that I could feel his breath hitting my wet pussy which made me moan out.

He grabbed my thigh, bringing my leg over his shoulder, and let his other hand hold onto my other thigh to keep me balanced as he pushed his face between my legs, letting his tongue run between my drenched lips. I threw my head back, moaning out and bringing my hands to his head. I lightly growled, feeling his hair in a bun and I needed it out to grip that hair.  So I did just that, pulling the elastic out off his hair, to let his beautiful hair down. He looked up at me and narrowed his eyes, letting his hand swat my ass roughly. My body jolted and I moaned out loud and Rook held onto me so that I wouldn't lose my balance.

Rook brought his hands to my ass cheeks, pushing my pussy closer to his face as if he couldn't get close enough. His tongue went back to pushing between my lips, licking from the bottom to the top, sucking my clit into his mouth then sliding his tongue back down, pushing his tongue into my hole, letting it fuck me.

Rook was eating me out as if I was his last meal, and once he landed a smack on my ass I felt myself close to climaxing.

'Cause girl you're perfect,

You're always worth it.

And you deserve it.

The way you work it'

Daddy leaned back and let his head roll back as he watched me with hooded eyes and a slow lick to his lips, tasting me on them.

"Climb on, baby." He said huskily putting his hands behind his head. I nodded, moving over his lap, hovering over his dick as he held it in his hand. I brought my body down, taking him inside of my wet cunt and my eyes rolled back at the feel of his thickness stretching me out. I took every inch of him inside until he bottomed out and my ass sat on his thighs. My hands gripped the back of the couch and started moving slowly, enjoying the feel of him inside of me after a long fucking day. I slowly rode him, to the beat of the song.

Rook had put one hand on my hip, gripping it and moving his hips underneath me to the rhythm I was going in, and his other cupped my chin as he leaned forward and kissed me slowly, his tongue coming out and moving sensually against mine. He broke the kiss, kissing down my neck, running his tongue down until he reached my collarbone, sucking across it, and marking me while he went, making his way to my nipples, sucking them into his mouth. I moaned out, pushing my chest closer to his face, enjoying the sensations of his mouth, tongue and teeth on my nipples.

He brought his hands to my ass, gripping it tightly and getting up, making me wrap my legs around him. He kicked his pants off and away, earning a giggle from me and he grinned happily.

I loved when he controlled me but I also loved when he was care-free and smiling the way that his eyes got small and the corners crinkled.

'So I'ma care for you, you, you.

I'ma care for you, you, you, you yeah'

He walked us over to the pool table, laying me down on it.

I licked my lips, watching him as he looked down at me, grabbing my legs and putting them over his forearms.

"Bang me like your drum, daddy," I cooed which made Rook's cock twitch inside of me. He smirked darkly and pulled out of me and pushed into me roughly, making my back arch and a loud moan come out of my mouth.

"Reach your hands up and grip the edge of the pool table. I'm fucking you hard," he growled out. I decided to be a brat and not listen, running my hands along his arms that were holding my legs up. He growled and dropped my legs, grabbing my wrists and roughly bringing my hands over my head. "I said fucking grab the damn pool table. Stop being a fucking brat."

Closer by Nine Inch Nails started to play and Rook smirked once again.

The minute I gripped the pool table, Rook went into full on animal mode, channeling the song as he gripped my legs and started fucking me wild with ambition.

'You let me violate you.

You let me desecrate you.

You let me penetrate you.

You let me complicate you.'

His thrusts were wild as he fucked me hard and fast. My back arched and I moaned out loud, moaning out his name, feeling him everywhere and deep inside of me. I always loved when he showed me this bad side of him that no one else knew, except for my best friend who I told everything to.

Rook's tattooed hand reached up, wrapping around my neck. He applied the perfect pressure to it, that would give me so much pleasure and not cut off my circulation.  My eyes rolled back and I felt him squeeze a bit while groaning out loud and fucking me fast . He brought his free hand down to between us, pushing his finger against my throbbing clit, rubbing furiously and pinching it to the point where I clenched around him and saw white lights behind my eyelids as I came hard around him.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Rook groaned loud and pulled out of me, letting my cum drip onto the table. "Get the fuck down," he ordered and I listened, slowly getting down from the table, my legs feeling like jelly.

The minute I got down, Rook roughly turned me around pushing my upper body down on the table.

'I want to fuck you like an animal.

I want to feel you from the inside.'

Rook thrusted into me from behind, making my body jolt and push the table forward a bit. He wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled at my hair as he fucked me harder and faster, his balls slapping against my clit, making me automatically want to cum again for him but not before I could make Daddy cum.

"Fuck, I love your pussy baby." He groans. "It's always so wet. You're always so fucking wet and needy for Daddy's dick." he roughly said, fucking me. His fingers gripped my hip, no doubt leaving finger prints on me and I didn't care. I welcomed that shit.

"Faster, Rook. Fuck me faster," I moaned out loud, bringing my hand between the pool table and my body, rubbing my clit then moving a bit down to cup his balls as he fucked me. Rook groaned out loud and brought his hands to my ass, slapping my cheeks hard.

His hands gripped my cheeks hard, opening them so that my puckered hole was visible for Rooks eyes to see.

I turned my head to the side of the pool table, just in time to see Rook spit down, letting his saliva hit my puckered hole and his thumb press into me.

The feeling of feeling his cock inside of my pussy and his finger in my ass, had me close again. "Baby please cum inside of me. I can't take it anymore," I said half moaning and half whining. All of the sensations were hitting me as I felt my orgasm building up.

Rook slid his thumb out, only to push another finger inside of me, pushing it knuckle deep and then added another.

His movements started getting sloppy and I knew he was right there.

"Daddy fill me up with your cum, I want to feel you pour out of me."

And those words alone had Rook roaring out and stilling his body against my ass as he filled me up with everything he offered me, filling my pussy up with his cum. The force of him spilling into me, made me cum right with him. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and leaned his body over mine, panting heavily on my back.

Rook kissed up my spine and pressed his lips against the side of my neck.

"I love you," he said sweetly. I smiled and brought my hand up to the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair. "I love you too baby"

He pulled out of me and I whimpered at the loss but brought my hand between my legs, cupping my pussy, literally wanting to keep his cum inside of me, hoping that it would give me the baby we talked about but the minute we heard the door slamming shut, I scrambled up to grab my dress from the floor, Rook's cum spilling out of me and down my thighs. Rook went to move towards his pants to put them up, when my bestfriend and Kells came into view.

"Make sure you clean that fucking pool table, bro" Kells said laughing pushing my bestfriend towards the stairs. "Nice ass, Rook" she teased and I laughed because that’s how crazy she is. A loud smack to her ass sounded in the room. 

"Now we need her playlist." Kells said winking.

Rook shook his head and laughed. He pulled me to his body, tenderly kissing my lips.

"Now let's go for another round in the shower," he smirked, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder, running towards his room.

[pinkczennie]

Tonight, I wanna get nasty | Lucas (m)

Summary: You’re scared of thunder so Lucas has a suggestive idea to distract you from the sound.

Pairing: boyfriend!Lucas x female reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: 18+ only; mature language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex 

It was currently a little past midnight. The forecast said that heavy rain is to be expected tonight, along with thunder and lightning. However, the weather should clear up by tomorrow morning.

Nights like these were rare and your least favorite kind of weather because you hated loud noises. You don’t mind the sound of rain, but you do mind thunder because of the loud rumble in the sky.

You were currently over at your boyfriend’s apartment, watching a Netflix series with the lights off. It was late already, so you can hear the sound of pouring rain through the window.

“Do you want to stay over and sleep with me tonight?” Lucas asks when he hears how hard the rain was pouring. “I know you don’t like the sound of thunder.”

You and Lucas have been dating for five years now, so he knows a lot about you, like your likes, dislikes, fears, and other things.

“Yes, please,” you exhale a sigh of relief. 

He gives you a smile and wraps his arms around your waist and plants a kiss on your forehead. “Let me go get you one of my shirts to sleep in.”

You nod, “Thank you.”

He unwraps his arms from your waist to go through his drawers in his room while you pull out your phone to send your roommate a quick text, letting her know that you won’t be coming back tonight and will be spending the night over at your boyfriend’s place. 

Thankfully, you kept a small bag of important essentials at your boyfriend’s apartment, like toiletries and spare clothes, so you don’t have to go back to get your necessities at your place. You thought it would be more convenient considering you do stay overnight occasionally.

Your roommate replies back shortly after, sending you a simple thumbs up emoji. 

Lucas emerges from his room with one of his large white shirts in his hand.

“Here you go.” He hands you the shirt and you thank him again before going to the bathroom to change and get ready for bed.

Lucas was lying on his bed, scrolling on his phone with the lights dimly lit while waiting for you to finish getting ready in the bathroom so you both could sleep together. 

Once he hears his door open, he turns his head to see you coming in dressed in his shirt, your pajama for the night. It looked like a dress on you because of how big it is.

He smiles at your adorable figure. He puts his phone down on the bedside table and pats the vacant side of his bed for you to get on.

You smile at your boyfriend’s cute gesture and climb into bed.

Lucas turns off the lamp by his bedside table and turns over to face you. “Goodnight, babe.”

“Night, Lucas.”

The room is still and quiet, except for the sounds of the heavy rain outside. 

Soon, you see a flash of light coming from the window, illuminating the dark room with white and you can tell what’s coming next. 

You hear a low rumble erupt from the sky. It wasn’t that loud, but you expect that it wasn’t going to be as small as the first one. It was just getting started.

You’re having a hard time falling asleep right now, so you toss and turn on the bed for a bit, trying to get into a comfortable sleeping position and bring your back towards the window so you don’t see the lightning flash. You shut your eyes in hopes of being able to fall asleep faster. 

After finding a comfortable position, you hear the first loud rumble of the night. You bring the blanket over your head to cover yourself like a shield. 

Lucas notices this, so he reaches under the blanket and scoops your body with one arm to bring you closer to him until your back is touching his warm chest to remind you that he is right here by your side so you have nothing to fear.

Your boyfriend’s presence relaxes you a bit, feeling his arm wrapped around your body. He plants soothing kisses all over the back of your ear and neck, causing you to giggle from the ticklish sensation. The man continues his kisses and you feel him move his body closer to you until he is big spooning your body. When he brings your lower body completely against his, your eyes widen when you feel something hard poking your butt.

“Lucas, are you hard right now?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he shamelessly replies. 

“Oh my god, you horndog,” you scoff with a laugh. 

Lucas chuckles, the rumble of his chest vibrating against your back. He couldn’t help it. His adorable girlfriend was at his house, sleeping with him in his bed, and wearing his shirt. How could he not have dirty thoughts about you? 

His mind was too busy going south while you were cowering under the covers from fear.

Lucas rolls you over so you’re laying on your back and he lifts himself up so he was hovering over you. Both of his arms are by the side of your head and his legs are placed between your legs, trapping you under him. He brings his face closer to yours until his forehead is touching yours and his lips are just ghosting right above yours, so you feel his breath against your face.

“You know, I might know a way to distract you from the thunder.” Lucas mischievously states.

With the obvious hard on in his pants, you already know where this is going, so you play along with his game.

“Oh really?” You ask, feigning innocence. “What did you have in mind?”

Lucas smirks and brings his mouth right to your ear and whispers, “I’m going to fuck you all night long.”

Arousal shoots right down to your core and you rub your thighs together at the thought of his long fingers fingering your hole, his thick cock slamming mercilessly in and out of you, and all the different positions he would fuck you in.

He leans in with his eyes closed and captures your lips into a passionate kiss. You close your eyes and respond back to his kiss. 

You both lock lips for a moment before Lucas opens his mouth to let his tongue out to swipe across your bottom lips, asking for access inside your mouth, and you open your mouth for him. Lucas shoves his tongue inside of your mouth, teeth and tongue clash against each other into an aggressive kiss full of want. 

He pulls away for a moment to give each other a chance to breath after that intense make out. Now that his eyes have adjusted to the darkness, he stares at your figure that is illuminated by the moonlight.

He pecks your cheeks, your forehead, and your chin before he begins to leave hungry, open mouth kisses all over your neck. 

You crane your neck out to give him more access to your skin, painting them with purple love bruises. You absolutely love it when Lucas marks your entire body with hickies. 

While one arm supports the weight of his body, the other hand roams around your clothed body, fingers brushing against your braless chest and rubbing circles with his thumb around your hardened nubs under your shirt, or more like his shirt. You let out shaky breaths from the touches.

Then, his hand dips under your shirt to feel your soft and supple skin against his palms and fingertips. He lowers his hand to cup your butt and is slightly surprised that he doesn’t feel a small piece of cloth covering your private parts. 

“No panties?” he asks, with a raised eyebrow as he squeezes your ass cheek. 

You shrug, “I heard it’s better not to wear underwear while you sleep.”

“That’s hot,” he comments with a chuckle.

Lucas lowers his body until his face is right in front of your core. He hikes your shirt up to reveal your bare entrance, exposed in its full glory. He runs two fingers against your slit and you shudder at the contact. 

“God, your pussy is absolutely wet,” he mumbles, absolutely mesmerized by the feeling of your slick on his fingers. 

Lucas sucks his fingers covered in your juices before taking your legs and placing them over his shoulders so he could position his face in between your legs. He wraps his arms around your thighs and leaves feather-like kisses on your inner thigh that slowly gets closer to your core. 

Your core pulsates, aching for attention. Once he reaches your hole, he sticks his tongue out and licks a long stripe against your folds, tasting your arousal.

“Lucas,” you breathe out.

“You taste so good, baby.” Lucas continues to lick your slit before he shoves his tongue past your folds and reaches deeper inside, causing a moan to escape past your lips. Your fingers quickly thread through his hair to hold while he continues to eat you out, with his tongue lapping up your juices and his nose buried around your pubic area. 

Suddenly, you feel two fingers insert past your entrance while he continues to use his tongue. You arch your back and spread your legs wider from to the double stimulation. Lucas pushes his finger in and out of you, so you’re breathing heavily, clutching onto his locks, and slowly starting to feel the pleasure starting to build up in your lower stomach. 

When you feel him stimulating your clit, your eyes are about to roll into the back of your head as you feel your orgasm approaching soon. 

“I’m going to come,” you announce and he just continues to intensify his movements.

Your grip on his hair tightens and you start to grind on his face to get more friction. Soon, you feel the string snap and you climax all over his mouth. Lucas continues to lap up your release. 

You take deep breaths to recover from your orgasm, chest heaving up and down as your grip on his hair slowly loosens. 

Lucas finally pulls away from your pussy with his mouth and chin glistening in your essence and he licks his lips to pick up any excess. 

Then, he pulls towards you for a kiss, making you taste yourself on his tongue. 

You cup your hand against the bulge that was trapped behind his grey sweatpants and he shudders. 

“My turn,” you say. “Lay down.”

Lucas does as told and reverses the position, so now he is laying on his back on the bed while you are on top of him. 

You tug on both his grey sweatpants and boxers to let his erection spring free from the confines of his pants that already got hard from eating you out earlier. Your boyfriend is huge. 

The tip was painfully red and your mouth salivates at the sight of his thick length. You discard his pants to the side and give his cock a few pumps with your hand while Lucas stares at you with dark eyes, biting his bottom lip.

You start off by giving kitten licks to the head, tasting his precum that was leaking out from the tip. Then, your tongue licks stripes all around his length, causing the man to suck in a breath through his teeth. Once you feel like he was fully coated with your saliva, you open your mouth wide to engulf his whole length into your mouth and the man releases a string of curses from the feeling of his dick inside your warm, wet mouth. 

He doesn’t fit completely inside of your mouth, so you wrap your hand around the part that couldn’t reach your mouth.

You bob your head up and down while your tongue swirls around his inches and pump his cock. His fingers thread through your hair while he watches you hungrily suck his cock. 

Lucas begins to buck his hips up into your mouth, causing you to gag and tears to form from how hard he shoved forward into your mouth to reach deeper inside. You hollow your cheeks to allow him to continue fucking your mouth and breathy groans leave his lips. 

“Fuck, I’m going to come soon,” he grunts. “Can I come inside your mouth?”

You hum around his erection, the vibrations adding to his pleasure. With a few more thrusts, he releases inside your mouth with a groan. 

You pull your mouth away from his cock and swallow his load. Then, you lick your lips to make sure you capture everything, mimicking your boyfriend’s previous actions.

“You’re so good to me,” he praises as he cups your face and brings you closer so he can wipe your tears away.

You two make out again, tasting each other on the other’s lips that are red and swollen by now from all the kissing. His hands shifted from your cheeks to wrap around your waist where he scoots your body closer so he could hold you tightly in his arms against his chest.

Despite coming once already, his dick is still hard and ready to go for another round. 

Lucas breaks the kiss to take off your shirt, then his shirt, and tosses both of them somewhere else so you both are completely bare in front of each other. 

He sits up against the headboard of the bed to admire your naked body. You are absolutely beautiful. He pumps his dick with one hand and guides your body to mount his lap so your entrance was touching the tip of his head.

You were both already well lubricated from each other’s saliva, so you lower yourself onto his length while Lucas continues to hold on to his dick to keep it in place. 

You sink down while your walls stretch around his length. Slowly, you continue to push your hips back and you throw your head back at the feeling of your pussy being stuffed full of his cock. It was a painful but also pleasurable stretch around your walls. 

“God, you’re so tight, yet so wet,” Lucas hisses at how tight your walls are engulfing his girth. 

He twitches inside of you once he is fully sheathed inside, feeling every ridge of his cock. Then, he rubs comforting circles around your lower back to help you loosen up around his cock.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he says as he strokes your back.

You nod. Once you have adjusted to his size, you slowly lift yourself up and slam back down on to his length with a moan. 

His dick throbs inside you as he watches you ride his cock, his length disappearing inside of you.

After a few slow thrusts, you begin to pick up the pace and start bouncing on his cock. Lucas licks his lips as he just stares at your pupils blown out with lust and your tits bouncing along with your movements.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. I want you to ride me all night long,” Lucas spanks your ass and you jolt up with a yelp from the sting. 

When you momentarily stop, Lucas grips your hips and pushes your body down to continue riding him. A particular thrust down hits your g-spot and you’re seeing stars, clutching his chest for dear life.

“Oh f-fuck,” you curse as you continue to ride him again, with more fervor this time, causing the bed to shake.

You feel your second orgasm of the night approaching again, and your walls convulse around his length, letting him know you were close. 

“Cum for me, baby,” Lucas says, “Release all over my cock.” 

And so you do, throwing your head back as you orgasm. 

As you cum, you don’t even notice the sound of thunder erupting from the sky because you were so consumed in pleasure, your mind on the highway to heaven.

Lucas follows afterwards and shoots his load inside of you, coating your walls white. 

You collapse against his chest as you pant heavily with sweat dripping down your forehead, trying to catch your breath. 

You whine when you feel Lucas pull his cock out of you, his warm cum dripping out of your core.

He doesn’t give you any more time to recover from your overstimulation and positions you on the bed so this time your face is in the pillows and your ass in the air. 

His dick is still hard. You’re not surprised by your boyfriend’s high libido because the man really can fuck you all night long, so he’s ready to go again in an instant. 

He grabs your hips to push himself inside of you again, gliding with ease thanks to the cum that’s now leaking out from hole and sliding down your thighs, staining the bed sheets.

You whimper and grip harshly onto the bedsheets from him reentering you again. For sure, you were going to be sore for days and his harsh grip will be leaving marks around your hips but you didn’t want him to stop either. Your mind is filled with nothing but Lucas, Lucas, Lucas.

He rams into you at a brutal pace while you cry out, tears rolling down your cheeks and saliva running down your mouth from the multiple orgasms. 

You arch your back to raise your ass higher, giving him a new angle to thrust inside of you. He mercilessly shoves his hips forward with such intensity that he hits the deepest parts inside of you with ease thanks to how long he is.

Your walls squeeze around him again as your next orgasm comes full force. 

“Coming!” you wail.

A silent scream leaves your mouth as your vision goes white and your legs tremble when you feel a gush of liquid coming out from inside of you. Turns out you squirted and he looks down to witness it happen. 

Again, you don’t even notice the thunder that rumbles in the sky because you’re too far gone at this point.

That’s hot, he thinks. 

This isn’t the first time he has made you squirt, but damn does it boost his ego knowing he made you feel that good with his dick.

He drills his hips inside one last time before you feel him coming deep inside of you again, stuffing you to the brim with his release. He looks down to admire his cum overflowing and seeping out of your hole.

Thankfully, you’re on birth control, because with the amount of times Lucas has come inside of you, you’d think he’d knock you up with a baby by now.

You both are a dirty mess right now, covered in sweat and cum. Even the bed was drenched in bodily fluids, but Lucas could care less about the state of his bed right now.

“Again,” he pants. 

Oh boy. You’re in for a long night.

Lucas flips you on your back and bends you in half with your legs resting over his shoulders. 

He slams in and out of you at an animalistic pace and the room resonates with the sound of skin slapping against skin and squelching from your hole. At the speed he was railing you, you could feel his balls colliding against your ass with each thrust. 

Your fingers dig into his back, nails surely leaving scratch marks all over the next few days.

You’re not sure how many times you came that night, maybe you might have passed out by your sixth orgasm, but Lucas abused your cunt, fucking you dumb all night long until the sun shines through the window the next morning, successfully distracting you from the thunder last night. 

[kaalamarii]

Kinktober Day 1

707/femMC

Obviously NSFW!!! 18+ only

Voyeurism && Phone Sex 🖤

My Masterlist

Bored out of her mind, MC wandered around the apartment, and out in the hallways as well. She knew that there were cameras around the place that Seven had access to. At first she wasn’t sure how often he’d look at it, knowing how busy he usually was, she figured he didn’t pay much attention.

MC decided to test it, waving at or making faces to the cameras she walked past them, occasionally getting emojis sent to her phone through the messenger from Seven. Sometimes he’d call her after noticing she was watching something on tv and they’d have conversations about the characters and make fun of the cheesy storylines.

They had even started playing games together. MC found a couple of board games Rika had had and she’d lay them out where the camera could see. Seven would call and tell her where to move his piece. “Don’t cheat,” he’d tease, “I can see everything, you know.”

And that gave her an idea.

Seven’s eyes flicked over to the monitor that was connected to Rika’s apartment once he saw movement. MC came out in an oversized sweater, knee high socks, and short shorts, her hair beautifully messy tied up in a bun. Seven smiled, thinking of how cute and cozy she looked. Also it was funny to him that it looked like she wasn’t wearing pants. He watched her for a moment as she headed to the kitchen to make coffee. While waiting, MC leaned against the counter to play around on her phone.

Seven choked a bit on his PhD Pepper as she bent over the counter, noticing that she actually wasn’t wearing shorts at all, but was just in her underwear. Her ass cheeks poked out from the bottom of her sweater, the view of her round ass perfectly in view of the camera.

Seven scolded himself for not only looking, but imagining himself behind her, hands gripping her hips, thrusting…

NO, he quickly shut himself down. You’re supposed to be protecting her and figuring out what brought her to the messenger, not daydreaming about fucking her.

He turned to one of his other many monitors, trying to focus on his job instead, but it proved to be impossible as all he could think about was MC. Even as she got her coffee and went to sit on the couch, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. She turned on the tv, and laid back on the couch, legs spreading slightly as she lounged. Seven looked at her legs, gaze traveling up to her thighs and to the small bit of fabric he could see between them.

Seven licked his lips as she yawned and stretched, bringing the sweater up more and allowing him a better view of her panties. His jeans tightened and his hands seemed to have a mind of their own, traveling down to palm himself.

She put one of her legs up on the couch as she scrolled through her phone and sipped her coffee. Some spilled on her sweater and she rolled her eyes. “I’m such a klutz,” she mumbled to herself before pulling the sweater off, revealing the spaghetti strapped, low cut tank top underneath.

Seven’s already hardening cock jumped to full mast as he ogled the woman’s body, beautiful and curvy, hard nipples poking through the shirt. Ugh, you are disgusting, he scolded himself some more, but still didn’t stop himself as he undid his pants and shoved his hand down into them.

He stroked himself slowly as he pictured being there with her, sliding those cute panties down her legs and pushing his cock into her. At the thought of her writhing underneath him, crying out his name, he wiggled out of his pants, pushing them down to his ankles and leaning back into his chair to give himself a better grip. He continued where he left off, eyes glued to the monitor, hand around his dick, pumping steadily.

Seven watched as MC dialed a number on her phone and put it to her ear, and as his phone rang, he jumped. Immediately he was back in reality, ashamed for what he had been doing.

“Hey, MC,” he stuttered a bit as he answered.

She grinned. “You okay, Seven?”

“Of course I am! I’m god 707, what could possibly be wrong right now?”

He put on his silly persona but from the look she gave the camera, he knew that she saw through it.

“Well, what are you up to?” she asked.

Seven looked down at his hard dick in his hand. Shit. “Um...nothing. Just working.”

“Hmm, just working? You sound like you’re breathing heavily.”

“Oh. Uh...haha, yeah, I just came back from a jog.”

Seven slapped his hand against his forehead, cursing himself. Stupid! You are stupid!

“Sure,” MC replied. “Wanna know what I’m doing?”

“I can see what you’re doing, remember? Right now you’re watching tv and drinking coffee.”

“So you are watching me right now.”

“Yeah...I mean, no! I mean...I just looked at the monitor now…”

Her grin let him know she wasn’t falling for it, but she didn’t press it. “It’s okay, I don’t mind if you watch me…”

MC’s spread her legs a bit more and her hand rested on her stomach. “In fact, if you don’t mind, I’d like to put on a little show for you. I mean, more than I already have today.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

He watched as MC pulled her tank top down to let her breasts free. She ran a hand over one of them, rolling her nipple between her fingers and pinching and pulling before doing the same to the other one.

Seven’s jaw dropped. “MC…?”

“I gotta admit,” she started, her voice low and breathless as she continued to play with her breasts, “I love the thought of you watching me.”

Seven didn’t know what to say, but he started stroking his cock again.

“I know it’s dirty, but knowing that you can see me gets me...excited. It gets me so wet.” She reached down between her legs and brushed her fingers against the cotton of her panties. “Do you like watching me, Luciel?”

“Yes,” Seven whispered, voice shaky as he continued jerking himself off. “You look so good, MC.”

MC smiled. “Does it get your cock hard?”

“Fuuuck, yes.” Seven moaned. She had never heard him say such words, and it was a beautiful sound to MC. She felt herself throbbing between her legs, arousal pooling in her underwear and soaking through. Seven felt thankful that V and Rika had invested in high quality cameras as he noticed the wet spot on her panties growing.

“Tell me what you want to see, Luciel.”

“Take off your panties.” He spoke breathlessly, quickly. “I want to see all of you.”

MC laced her thumbs into the straps of her thong and pulled it down, stepping out of them. She spread her legs again to let Seven see. She was so wet that she glistened, and Seven wished more than anything that he could feel her.

“Are you touching yourself?” MC asked.

For a brief moment, Seven felt ashamed again.. He had a high enough sex drive but was usually too busy to be horny, and he had definitely never done anything like this before. Though she was obviously into what they were doing, he felt a bit nervous to tell her the truth.

“Seven?” she interrupted his thoughts. “It’s okay if you are.”

“I am…” He watched her face to see her reaction and was happy and relieved when she grinned and pressed her middle and pointer fingers to her clit and rubbed circles.

His breath hitched, and he squeezed his dick harder.

“That’s so sexy, Luciel.” MC said as she rubbed herself, fingers stroking the inner lips of her cunt.

“Mmmph,” Seven moaned as he watched her. “MC?”

“Yes?”

“I wish I could taste you.”

“Me too.”

“Will you...taste yourself for me?”

MC nodded. She pushed her two fingers inside herself, pumping in and out a few times before taking them out and bringing them to her mouth. She moaned as she sucked on her pussy soaked fingers and her mouth made a popping sound as she pulled them out. She reached down and inserted herself again.

Luciel moaned. “You’re so naughty, MC.”

“Mmhmm,” MC said, hand coming up to stroke her tits and play with her nipples again before going back to rubbing herself. “I do this every night.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“What do you think about when you fuck yourself?”

“I think of you, Seven.”

Seven was grateful she couldn’t see him blush at her words. He let out another moan, pumping himself at top speed now. “That’s so fucking hot.”

“I think of you on top of me, fucking me. I think of your cock in my mouth.”

Seven moaned again. “Add another finger?”

“Yes, Luciel,” she obeyed, pumping her fingers in and out again before adding a third.

“I’m getting close…”

“I want to make you cum, Luciel. Tell me what to do.”

“Turn over,” he commanded, “Bend over so I can see your ass again.”

MC giggled. “I take it you liked my little sneak peek this morning.”

“Yes, hell yes. You looked so sexy, MC.”

MC turned, sticking her ass up in the air toward the camera. She reached behind, pushing her fingers into her cunt again. Seven didn’t dare look away.

“I’m close too,” MC admitted. “Cum with me?”

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, MC, cum for me, please.”

MC continued pumping her fingers in and out, feeling the familiar warmth in her stomach as she prepared to climax. Seven enjoyed the way her legs shook, vibrating the rest of her body, and how her pussy contracted as she pulled her fingers out to rub her clit, as if it was desperate to have a cock inside it. Her moans were loud and messy, screaming his name out over and over.

The sight of her coming undone brought his own orgasm out, spilling out onto his hand and onto his jeans.

As he cleaned up, the realization of what they had just done hit him. He turned as red as hair, and looked up at the monitor to make sure MC seemed okay. She was cleaning herself up as well and got back into her clothes.

“Um, Seven? Are you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m still here...MC, I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry if I went too far.”

He watched as she laid back, a satisfied smile on herself. “Don’t be sorry, that was amazing. Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes. Oh my God, yes.”

“We should do it again some time.”

Seven grinned. “I’ll probably have some free time tomorrow.”

“It’s a date.”

[lafcadiosadventures]

Uncensored Picture of Dorian Grey here we goooo

[bbaronpiper]

I’m Home

where are my angsty people at?  😂 this was requested by a lovely anon. I just couldn’t find the post but here’s what’s requested. Hope you like it tho. 

1. And that makes it okay? 19. Don’t you think you’ve done enough? 25 We’re you trying to destroy us? 27 Is the weight of it all finally too heavy?” 37. Is this how you thought your life would be?”

Also, I tried to write fluff but I just can’t maybe the next one will be. Someoneee pleaassseee write fluff aron imagine. I’ve been dying to read a new one. pleaaaseee? <3

“Is this how you thought your life would be?” your best friend said, knocking some sense into your thick brain for the nth time for the last year and a half now. It’s more of a statement than a question referring to you and Arón’s relationship or whatever it is that you two have.

Instead of answering, you just took a sip on your coffee and shrugged, too tired to go through this again. Your best friend sighs and rolled her eyes. She was probably tired too on giving you advices but you never actually do something about it.  She’s totally against it, not against Arón, but against the fact that you two did everything together: laugh, cry, fight, be there for each other, fuck each other, meet each other’s friends and family, everything any couple would do. Except that you’re not.  For her, you deserve more than to be the girl who doesn’t know where to stand with him.

But for you, it didn’t matter. You didn’t want to push him if he’s not ready for a commitment. You knew his past relationship and it’s ugly. You had your unfortunate experiences as well but you two are different people. Both of you have different ways of coping and you totally understand if he doesn’t want to jump into that roller coaster ride again. What’s important for you is that he’s happy: You’re both happy even without that fucking label. You knew it has its pros and cons and most of the time it didn’t bother you until now.

It has been going on for a few months. Not exactly to be proud of but you are too stubborn to admit it. Your faith in him was too strong but you knew. You can feel it. He’s slipping away. Hugs don’t feel as warm and kisses just don’t feel the same. He’s growing distant for the reason you weren’t aware of and too damn scared to ask. ‘Cos you know, no labels right? You mean, you even question yourself nowadays if you even have the right to.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone ringing. Looking down on it and saw Arón’s name flashing on the screen.

Y/N: Hey, what’s up?

A: Hi Y/N, I’ll be home in an hour.

Y/N: okay see you.

A: okay. Bye. Can’t wait to be with you tonight.

Your heart flutters as you heard his voice even so when he said ‘home’ knowing he wasn’t referring to your apartment as you both have your own but he spend most night at yours.

Home was never a place, he once said. It was you and damn the stupid smile you had on your lips that one night he told you this.

You hanged up the phone and looked at your best friend from across the table. All she did was nod and you go back home running. You were excited to see him. He just got back from his weekend getaway with his friends. Of course, he had asked you to come but unfortunately you can’t because of work and promised you’ll make up to him next time.

You changed into more comfortable clothes and do your night routine the moment you came home. But you kept hearing your best friend’s voice inside your head over and over again like a prayer. Is this how you thought your life would be? You thought of addressing this issue with Arón you just don’t know when and how.

As if on cue, you heard the door knob twist open, revealing a curly-haired boy you love so much enough to make your knees weak. You smiled brightly at him as he did to you, engulfing you into his arms tightly, you buried your face into the crook of his neck savoring his distinct perfume. He pulled his head back, looked at you and pecked you on the lips. You closed your eyes briefly and opening it back again the second his lips left yours. There it goes again. The empty kisses. It felt like a routine. Something he had to do and not something he really wanted to do. You tried to mask your disappointment as you gave him a weak smile.

“I bought us dinner!” Arón said enthusiastically, wiggling the paper bag in front of your face. “It’s your favorite” he added. Damn that smile he had on his face, it made your heart flutter for the second time today.

“Yeah thanks, but before we eat, can you please take a shower first? Damn you stink!” you teased him. Pinching your nose.

“huh, okay….” He looked at you for a moment before grabbing the back of your head and slamming you into his armpits. “No! Y/N! take it back! I mean, go smell it for yourself!” he said laughing. Of course, he heard a lot of curses from you telling him to let you go and that he really stinks even though he’s not.

After so many attempts, he let you go eventually. He then walked over to the kitchen counter and drop everything including the backpack he had on him and his phone.

Arón being the naughty boy he is, asked you to shower with him in which you refused telling him you just showered when you got home and will just prepare the table for dinner. Of course, he pouted at you like a baby, most of the time it would work but not tonight. Not after you heard your best friend’s voice inside your head again repeating the same question she asked you earlier.

Times like this makes you so confused. He acts all lovey dovey now but some days he won’t. It’s nothing. He’s just busy. You tried to fight it as you repeat the words trying to reassure yourself but you knew deep down something was off. There’s something about a gut feeling that’s too strong for you to ignore.

But lucky you, fate decided to refrain you from prolonging your heartbreak. You heard Arón’s phone vibrate against the marbled kitchen counter. You knew it wasn’t right. You knew you didn’t have the right to go through his personal belongings. You have never done it before and you thought you never will but something in you made you do it tonight. You had to know what’s causing this.

You took all the strength in you to grab his phone on the counter. It’s notification box screaming at you: your knees trembling, your lips quivering, your hands ice cold, your face pale like a fucking vampire, and tears threatening to fall as you stared down on it.

Message from: *insert name of a girl* (I don’t wanna name names at this time, you know. Lol)

Can’t wait ‘til our next getaway! You gave me a new meaning of fun. *wink emoji*

You felt like someone threw you a bucket full of cold water and ice over your head. You felt so cold, it made you numb from head to toe. It was a simple text, probably meant nothing. With shaky hands, you put the phone down on where you got it from. You grabbed the chair closest to you for support as you felt your stomach get sick. Like you’re about to throw up. Not to mention that tightness in your chest that made you gasp out for air. You heard the bathroom door opening but there’s nothing you can do about it. you just stood there with your hand gripping at the back of a chair tightly like your life depended on it and the other over your chest as if it will hold your heart in one piece but it’s too late for that now.

The moment Arón stepped outside of the bathroom and saw you like that, he quickly ran over to you. He grabbed you by the waist and slightly pulled you up as you were about to fall on the floor. Blame your weak knees. No. Blame this man in front of you.

“Hey, heyyy, What’s wrong?” he asked concerned. He really is. You heard it in his voice. “Y/N! C’mon look at me. Look at me baby” Arón said as he grabbed your face in one hand trying to get you to look at him. You just stared at him unable to form words. You tried but no voice came out but the tears stream down your face instead which made him more worried than he was a minute ago.

You just hugged him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your face buried on his chest as you cried. His warm skin against yours brought comfort. There’s still few droplets of water on his upper body, his hair slightly dripping and all he had was a towel wrapped around his waist but none of you cared. You just stood there hugging and him running his hand up and down your spine trying to comfort you, not knowing he’s the cause of all this. You savor the moment as this will be the last. You are sure of it now.  

Once you found your strength, you pulled away and spoke.

“Were you trying to destroy us? Were you trying to destroy me? ‘cos you definitely did.” You sniffed and wipe your tears with your hands.

He looked at you confused like you just grown a second head.

“Que?” he asked tilting his head to the side slightly. “What do you mean babe? I would never-”

“Please don’t make it hurt more by lying to my face.” Your lips are trembling and the tears are non-stop. He looked away from you and bit his lips probably trying to keep the truth from coming out or probably trying to stop the tears. But you knew he saw the pain in your eyes and it’s too much for him to handle now confirming that all this is because of him.

“What are we really, Arón?” you tried again. You were surprised by your sudden bravery to say this out loud even Arón was shocked as he whipped his head back to face you.

“We’re happy. That’s what matters, right?” he spoke slowly, afraid that his answer will never be good enough for you and damn right it’s not.

You backed up a few more inches away from him while laughing sarcastically through the tears. You then pursed your lips into thin line and nodding your head a few times. Accepting the fact that he’s still not ready to commit.

“Please say something” he whispered with his strained voice. He rubbed his hands on his face, something he does when he’s uneasy, stressed or afraid. He stepped forward and by this you knew that he wanted to hold you. he wanted to feel the warmth of your body but the look you are giving him is enough to know that you wanted your space.

“What do you want me to say?” you whispered back. Tired of all the crying. Tired of pretending everything is fine even though you knew for months that whatever you two have is bound to end soon. “Do you want me to say that I knew you were with someone else these past few days? Huh Arón?” you said calmly more than ever which made Arón really terrified. “Do you want me to say that I felt it months ago? That you’re drifting away? But kept my mouth shut?”

“She’s just a friend, okay? Nothing happened between us. You gotta trust me Y/N” he defended. His heart hammering against his chest, hard.

“Wow. Trust. Big word!” you spat back. “How can you ask me to trust you when you can’t even give the same trust I was asking you when I told you I’m not her! That I won’t do whatever the fuck it is that she did to you!” you said referring to his ex.

And there it is. His defensive side that always resurfaced every time you mentioned her. You saw his face slowly turn red. Annoyance painted on his face

“This has nothing to do with her Y/N! besides, it’s not like I cheated on you we’re not even offic-” he stopped himself. He didn’t mean to say it.

“Official.” You finished for him. He swallowed the lump on his throat getting nervous as ever as his eyes fell on the floor. “and that makes it okay?” you asked him sincerely. ‘cos you thought, even though without a label, you two had mutual understanding that both of you love each other enough not to let anyone else get between the two of you. The doubts, the fear, the stinging in your heart is consuming you. It made your judgement cloudy. Now, you’re starting to believe that everything was a lie.

Slowly accepting the harsh truth. You decided for the both of you. You didn’t even let him explain himself. You’re done, your best friend was right all along. You didn’t deserve this.

You took a deep breath. You had to stop the tears and say this firmly.

“It’s okay Arón”

That’s when his eyes shot back up at you. That’s when he knew you’ve given up on him, on both of you. That was the sign you wouldn’t put up a fight anymore. He stared at you blankly as flashes of memories clouded his vision. Memories of you: good and bad. He watched how he treated you for the past year and a half. Specially these past few months. He now saw how fucked up he is and how stupid he is to let it fall apart like this. He was so scared on commitment to the point that he didn’t see how worthy you are. How different you are from the other girls he met.

It felt like a big punch on the face for him.

“No, please Y/N” his lips trembling as he tried to reach for you. “Don’t say that please.” Arón whispered walking closer to you. Trying to break down the wall you’ve put up between the two of you. He intertwined his fingers on yours, his gaze piercing straight to yours as he tried to find any direction because he has no clue on how to fix this or if it was even possible to fix it.

“Arón, really, It’s okay” you stated again. You already made your choice.

“NO! stop saying that! Joder! You know it’s not fucking okay!” Arón cried. It surprised you. He never cried for you before but your calmness over this whole thing is driving him crazy. He can’t accept the fact that you’re acting like you knew it would end like this long before it happened, like you’re taking all the hit like you deserved it and it’s making him feel like shit.

“Just please… Tell me what you want me to do, how do I fix this?” regret, fear and pain flooding over him. But you know what they say, all of these emotions are felt when it’s too late.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” you let go of his hand which made him cry harder as he shuts his eyes tightly.  You aren’t even mad at him, you love him too much. You understood him from his point of view, it’s really difficult to put your broken heart back together and you’ll never take this against him.

This is exactly what made him love you. You were such a kind soul, a sweetheart, you always try to look the good in people. You were always so patient with him but he took advantage of it without even noticing. He broke your precious heart when you did nothing but love him unconditionally and he loves you just as much but he’s just a coward who can’t admit it.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. You don’t deserve this. I’m sorry” Arón continues to sobbed realizing how he put your love to waste and it made him look back down on the floor feeling ashamed of himself.

“I just want you to be happy.” You cupped his face making him look back at you. you were surprised on how you’re handling this too well or maybe it just haven’t sink in on you yet.

“You know I don’t deserve that” he shook his head as you shook your head yes in return, completely disagreeing to what he just spit out. “Of course, you do, silly” you gave him a sad smile as you wiped his tears. You really meant it. He really deserved to be happy after all, he’s not the monster here.

He didn’t answer for a while. “Do you want me to leave?” Arón held his breath hoping you’d answer no. Gripping on your forearm tightly not knowing if this was the last time he’ll hold you. His biggest fear came to life the second you sent him a sad smile and nodded yes slowly. He just stood there unable to move. Taking a few moments to process what has just happened before putting on his clothes and gathering his things.

He gave you a sorrowful look, he opened his mouth as if he was gonna say something but instead a soft whimper came out of his lips. Knowing that it’s time to go, and he caused you too much pain already, he leaned in closer to you and gave you a kiss on the forehead. You smiled at the feeling. oh how you’re gonna miss this so much.

“Te quiero” he whispered before turning his back at you so fast not giving you time to process and answer back.

You stared at the door as he closed it. With eyes wide surprised at what he said. Or he did he really say it or you’re just hearing things? you weren’t sure but one thing is for sure. You needed someone. Someone you can talk to, someone who will understand. You’ve been strong for far too long and you just needed someone to confide in.

You dialed the familiar number you’ve known by heart. You waited anxiously and the moment you heard her voice, you broke down to tears. And she knew. No explanations needed she just knew you too damn well. She’s your best friend after all.

“Is the weight of it all finally too heavy?” she asked sympathetically. She didn’t let you answer verbally. Your sobs are enough for her to know. “I’ll be there in a few Y/N. I’ll bring you some comfort foods” you nodded through the phone as if she can see you and quietly whispered ‘okay. Thanks’.

And true to her words, you heard a knock on your door not long after you hanged up the phone.

You walked over your front door only to reveal a boy you thought you wouldn’t see again. He has a blush pink across his cheek. His lips plump, hair slightly disheveled, his eyes red but it showed a slight hope in it.

Arón, this cabron, this boy who’s stupid enough broke your heart, and the only man who can put it back together in a swift. Standing at your door. Again. For the second time tonight.

“I’m home” he spoke.

You made your choice hours ago, but now, he’s making his and he chose to be with you. He promised to get it right this time. The girl he was with? Not important. He was telling the truth when he said nothing happened between them but being with this girl made him realize who he really wanted to be with: You. The reason behind him drifting away is that he’s too scared to fall too deep again only to get his heart broken. But after tonight, after losing you, he realized that love isn’t for the weak. It takes courage and bravery. It’s about getting your heart broken but still loving the right person with all of its broken pieces. He knows that now and he’s willing to take the risk.

You smiled and kissed his soft lips with every passion you both have in your bodies.

“I love you too… and yeah, you’re home”

[hanniejji]

23+(semi-)spicy+Giyu from Kny? (I kept blushing while requesting this im so awkward-) congratulations you deserve itt!!!! (is semi-spicy fine? oml)

*insert sweaty emoji* well fuck

“first time”

giyuu had never touched a woman before.

that didn't go unnoticed with how much he stumbled when he kissed you for the first time. even before the two of you got together, he's never had a moment of relaxation while dating you. his body was completely tensed and he's never sure about what to do and what not to do. it was like watching a toddler walk for the first time.

it took him months to even be comfortable enough to not flinch when you suddenly get close to him. it took him a year before he eventually had his first kiss with you—shinobu bullied him into it—and pda wasn't really big between the two of you.

he wasn't the best in relationships and he's aware of it, but despite being inexperienced, you still stayed with him without a single doubt.

even now, after three years, his hands are shaking—he's fought demons for so long and here he is getting nervous just by having you almost naked on his lap—and lips trembling every time they make contact with yours.

he's the epitome of adorable with a dash of sexiness—he doesn't know that though.

"giyuu."

a small shiver traveled down his back from your silk-like voice, his eyes coming up to look at your concerned ones.

"you don't have to force yourself if you don't want to."

that didn't sound right in giyuu's mind.

oh, he wanted this.

he wants you so bad, to feel your bare skin against his, to be emotionally and intimately connected with you, to be with you for his whole life, and to have you all to himself for eternity. and if he wants to get those, he knew he had to stop letting his nervousness get in the way of his desires.

right now, his desire is to have you.

emotionally and physically.

so, with a few weights lifted from his shoulders, he gathers every ounce of confidence in his system and presses a few—still a little bit shaky but bold nonetheless—open mouth kisses on your neck, taking the supple skin between his teeth to suck gently.

the moan from your mouth gave him the push he needed to continue.

"i want this. i want you."

he mumbles against your skin, his hands pulling you closer to grind you slowly on his hips, the soft moans from the both of you filling his ears.

god, he loves those sounds you make.

"i want you so much."

"you have every inch of me, giyuu," you bit down his earlobe, "please, make me yours."

that was all he needed to finally let himself feel good.

[itzagothamcitysiren]

Welcome to the Family

I somehow managed to wake up early and have time to post before work! This is very rare, seeing as I usually sleep until the last second lol. But I guess quick warning for the next chapter for some gore and mess up stuff? It’s not super crazy but people usually give a warning stuff like this (insert shrugging emoji, lol) 

There’s a Web That You Have Wove pt. 6

           Jason was pissed; he didn’t like playing the messenger boy and he most defiantly didn’t like playing phone tag. He was about to head down to get ready for patrol after locking himself in his room from the moment he got home from school, when he decided to knock on Halley’s door. He wouldn’t admit it but he’d been a real dick to her all week. It wasn’t that he was mad at her, it was more that he was mad at himself for letting what happened at the party get to him that much.

           It wasn’t like anything even happened at the party, he just didn’t know what came over him. He was normally hot-headed but his fuse had been particularly short that night apparently. He didn’t know why he got so uptight when Halley’s friend joined them or why he just left to go off on his own, only to be annoyed when she invited him out with them. He could’ve just gone instead of wallowing in anger at the party still. He was going to apologize in his own Jason way later, with a bag of Caroline’s but when he saw her sitting with him at lunch, he just couldn’t stop himself was throwing the bag of food in the trash.

           He was being stupid. He had no reason to be acting this why. Halley could hang out with whoever she wanted, it shouldn’t matter to him; it shouldn’t bug him but it did and he had no idea why. He didn’t even know why he knocked on her door, it wasn’t like he’d have anything to tell her. What was he going to say? I don’t like you like that but hey sorry I got jealous that you’ve been talking to another guy? No, that would sound pathetic, but here he was growing more irritated as he knocked again when he was met with silence.

           Was she the one ignoring him now? That made him knock even harder for a third time only to be met with more silence. Without a second thought he pushed the door open, eyes darting around the room in annoyance, looking as if he was ready to start a fight. His features softened when he saw that the room was empty. At least he wasn’t being ignored, he huffed closing the door and making his way down the hallway. She was probably already downstairs getting ready for patrol, he figured.

           When he did reach the Batcave he grew agitated again when he saw that she was nowhere in sight. He walked up to Bruce, who was already suited up and appeared to look miffed, as if that was anything new.

           “Where’s Halley?” Jason questioned, looking around again to see if he missed her, the cave was pretty large after all.

           “Out,” Bruce said sharply throwing Jason off. Bruce sounded like how he sounded when he was mad at Jason for doing something wrong.

           “Oh, Master Jason, have you heard anything from her?” Alfred appeared, looking worried. “She went out with some friends and was supposed to be back for patrol by now. I’ve tried calling but it’s only gone to voice mail.”

           Jason narrowed his eyes. Friends? As in plural, friends? Since when did she have friends? He knew about Dylan and Alfred wouldn’t look this worried if he was talking about the Titans. So Jason now seethed as he was forced to sit back on a rooftop as Bruce handled some low-class street muggers so he could call Halley back. Bruce had him text her before they left for the night and grunted when Jason hadn’t gotten a reply. Jason sneered at his reaction. If Jason had pulled this stunt he’d be tracked down instantly and benched but here Halley was a couple of ignored calls from Alfred and five unread texts from Jason later and Bruce was taking it easy on her.

           Jason cried out in frustration when he was sent to her voicemail, after returning the call she just gave him. Why would she call him back but now not answer? He thought about chucking his phone across the skyline but instead he gripped onto it tighter, remembering where Alfred said she was supposed to be. Looking down at Batman as he finished off the muggers, he jumped up and started heading towards the direction of the bowling alley Halley was supposed to be at.

            The closer and closer he got, there was just something in the pit of his stomach telling him something was wrong. He was afraid of what he’d fine. Who were the friends she was supposed to be with? His last text to her made the pit in his stomach grow. Why did he send her that? He wasn’t thinking as he typed the message and hit send. It made him question why he was acting the way he was. He kept telling himself he didn’t like her like that, but the thought of walking in on her and Dylan made him want to punch a wall.

           He landed on the adjacent building of the bowling alley and his eyes narrowed at the sight of a pair of cop cars parked outside, their lights flashing. Robin jumped down, sticking the landing and walking towards the scene. The patrol men gave him a slight glare, the GCPD weren’t a huge fan of the new Robin and the new Robin wasn’t a huge fan of the GCPD. Robin looked away from them a noticed a woman sitting in the back seat, looking quit frazzled and crying. He tried to hide his concern, not liking the vibe he was getting, especially when he saw Dylan standing next to the other cop car talking to another officer.

           Robin walked over to them, determined to figure out what happened. He could hear Batman and Alfred calling him through his coms, most likely wanting to know what he was doing, but ignored them. Batman would already be tracking his location by now, he’d be on his way.  Robin looked at Dylan, noting how he stopped talking when he noticed the vigilante approach. Robin took the time to look over his face. The boy looked upset, distress written all over his face. Now the pit had completely consumed Robin’s stomach, but he still held his composer.

           “What happened here?” He asked, looking at the cop.

           The cop looked down at Robin, before rolling his eyes and answering, “Woman got assaulted, said some kid saw it and tried to help, but her attacker stabbed her with something and took her.” The police officer said, as if it was just another regular night. He motioned to Dylan now, “When we got here and started asking around to see if anyone saw this, this kid said his friend went missing a little time before the attack. The descriptions, even a bit hazy from the woman, seem to match up,”

           “Your friends name?” Jason asked, hiding his worry. He knew who it was, he didn’t really need a name, but he still wanted confirmation.

           “Halley,” Dylan stammered, clearly upset. “Halley Wayne. She just moved her a few months ago, she-,”            

           “Yeah, I’ve heard of her,” Robin held a hand up silencing him He looked back at the cop, “And the guy?” he jerked his head towards the car the woman sat in, “does she have any idea who it was that attacked them?”

           “Nah,” the cop shrugged casually, “Said she couldn’t get a good look, said the guy drugged her so she doesn’t remember a lot. She only remembers seeing a lot of tally marks all over his forearms.”

           “Zsasz,” Jason swore.

           “Yeah, probably, he did just escape from Arkham.”

           “Well thanks for your information and enthusiasm, keep up the good work,” Jason spat sarcastically, sick of hearing how relaxed the cop was with this information. He turned to walk away, clicking his com link to call Bruce and Alfred. Once he grappled up to the roof of a building he spoke, he brought a shaky hand to the earpiece, “We need to track Halley’s phone.”

           The said girl had just been coming too, feeling lightheaded as she took in her surroundings. Her head spun as she realized she was upside down. Her feet tied tightly together by rope attached to beams in the ceiling. Her arms tangled below her, tied together by her wrists with duct tape. Raising her arms to her mouth, she started to chew at the tape, trying to free herself and not waste any time. As she took in her surroundings and escape route options she felt a chill and wasn’t surprised to find her clothes had been discarded, leaving her in just her bra and underwear. This had been how they found Zsasz’s previous victims before they sent him to Arkham.

           She spit out a chunk of tape, going back to work at the thick tape stuck to her skin. This was taking too long, she thought as she felt the goosebumps forming on her skin. Her eyes traveled around the room, biting her nerves as she saw other bodies hanging around the large, dimly lit room. They were woman, all like her, tied up and dangling, except these woman were already dead. The stench from the bloody pools underneath where they hung made her stomach wrench. She tried to focus on her wrists, blinking away the images that already burnt into her mind. Zsasz liked to murder his victims by carving them up and making them practically unrecognizable. Halley would be next if she didn’t move faster.

           The tape was thin enough where she could rip herself free and she did just that, making her swing from the motion. Her head felt dizzy, unsure how long she’d been tied up like this and felt like she might pass out again from the blood rushing to her head. At least the drugs are wearing off, she grunted before starting to swing herself forward to gain momentum.  Heaving herself up, she tried reaching up to her ankles, anything to see if she’d be able untie herself. As she repeated the movement again she knew she was no longer alone from the sound of footsteps approaching.

           Cursing, she stopped, trying to stop herself from rocking back and forth in order to play dead but her free hands would give her away regardless. Taking a deep breath, she just needed Zsasz to get close enough for her to attack. His footsteps got closer and she prepared herself to launch herself at him; even restrained like this she’d be able to at least knock him out. But he never came to her, walking right past him and towards another hanging body.

           Halley watched with eyes wide as she realized one of them was still alive, the girl quivering as Zsasz grabbed her by the arm and bringing her face to his. They were inches apart as the girl’s eyes opened and began to cry. Halley tried pulling her legs apart to loosen the rope but knew it was pointless; she needed a knife. Zsasz had one, revealing it and raising it to the girl’s neck. He rested the blade towards the underside of her chin, pressing down and began slicing skin-,

           “No!” Halley screamed, as the man began to peel the woman’s face off.

           Zsasz stopped, the girl in absolute agony as the air met the fresh cut, blood pouring down the sides of her face.  “Don’t worry darling, your turns coming up,” he said cheekily to her before turning back to his work, the girl’s screams echoing off the walls.

           “Please don’t! Just stop,” Halley shouted again but was ignored this time.

           She watched mortified and felt the tears already leaking out her eyes as the psycho skinned the girl’s face off. She closed her eyes after a minute, feeling bile forming in her throat at the bloody mess in front of her. The girl’s pained cries faded, telling Halley that Zsasz’s work was finished. She kept her eyes closed, not sure she could stomach seeing the scene in front of her. She’d seen and done many things with her father, but this, they were above doing stuff like this. She heard Victor groan, making her sure Zsasz was adding another tally to his body.

           She didn’t reopen them until she was pulled forward and hands rubbing against her chest, sliding up to her thighs as she was sized up by the man. She glowered at the man as he planned out where he was going to cut her up first. Wasting no more time, wanting the man’s hands off of her, she slammed her head forward, hitting his with a smack. He grunted, holding his head as he stepped back. She reached out for him, landing a punch against his cheek, causing him to stumble back some more.

           He held his jaw with a laugh, “I see you’ve gotten out of your restraints, no matter, I have more.” He walked over to his little supply area and grabbed another roll of duct tape. As he got closer to her again, she swung again and he was forced to back up. “I thought you were just being stupid back in that alley, but you really like to fight now don’t you?”

           Victor Zsasz moved back to his supplies, taking the syringe he used on her earlier. The drug he used to knock her out the first time should’ve lasted longer but it was no matter, he’d give her more. She’d put up a fight in the alley but once she was stabbed with this stuff she was out like a light in a matter of seconds.

           He approached her again knife in one hand and syringe in the other. She flared about trying to knock them out of his hands. She succeeded in grabbing the knife, slashing at him, but also left herself open. As she stabbed him in the shoulder he also stabbed her in her own. She cursed, trying to fight off the drug but between that and her already shaky head, she couldn’t help but let her eyes close.

[family-business-one-shots]

I’m With Stupid

Relationship: SPN Cast x Sister!Reader

Words: 1,723

Summary: Things don’t quite go according to plan at your first convention appearance.

Warnings: fainting, hunger, dehydration, lightheadedness

Tags: @winchesters-favorite-girl @bellero @assbutt-still-in-hell @percussiongirl2017 @iamafishandigosplish @hi-my-name-is-riley

A/N: Wow, I actually wrote something! It’s a miracle! (insert laughing emoji here) This is loosely based on a true story that happened to me recently. Not at a con, but that’s why it’s loosely based. Hope you enjoy it!

If everyone in the world kept a running list of all the stupid things they’d done in their lives, yours would most likely be one of the longest. It wasn’t totally your fault, you just tended to do some really dumb things at the worst possible times.

Like right now.

One second you felt perfectly fine, and the next, you were starting to feel lightheaded and shaky. You tried to hide it as best you could, especially since you didn’t want to upset the fans, but if you didn’t fix this soon, things weren’t going to be pretty.

It really didn’t help that this was your first ever Supernatural convention appearance.

“You doing okay?”

Misha’s voice shook you out of your thoughts. The two of you had a tiny break during your group photo op while the next people in line got their props ready. You glanced over at him, taking in his concerned expression.

“I’m fine,” you told him over the music. Sure, you were lying through your teeth, but he didn’t need to know that.

His features were skeptical, but before he could say anything else, more fans stepped up to take their picture with you, and the conversation ended.

Once your group op was finished, you thought you might actually have a chance to head back to the green room and grab something to eat, but luck wasn’t on your side. A lovely volunteer told you about a sudden schedule change that meant you had back to back autos and ops with almost no break, on top of your solo panel and meet & greet. In spite of your exhaustion and empty stomach, you agreed to it. It was stupid, sure, but you didn’t want to complain and seem like a whiny bitch. Plus, if you said something, it might mess everyone else up.

Long couldn’t even begin to describe the rest of your day.

One thing after another, after another, after another; you felt like you were running around like a crazy person. If you weren’t at your autos, you were in solo photo ops, then your forty-five minute meet & greet, then in another group photo op -- it seemed like it was never-ending.

By the time your solo panel came around, you were practically running on empty. The one thing that was going to get you through the next hour was the thought of finally slinking back to the green room and getting more than two minutes to relax and eat something.

“You guys are in for a real treat today!” Rich told the audience.

From where you stood backstage, you could hear their cheers, and your heart fluttered a little. Whether it was from the thought that they were excited to see you or your waning strength, you didn’t know, but you couldn’t focus on it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so wonderfully pleasant and sweet in my life,” Rob said. “Do you, Rich?”

The band began to play as Richard responded, “No I haven’t, Robbie. And now it’s time for all of you to meet her, too! You know her as Jenna Kershaw, best friend of the Winchester brothers, here making her first ever con appearance, ladies and gentlemen please welcome Y/N Y/L/N!”

That was your cue. Forcing your unsteady legs to move, you pushed back the curtain and bounded up the steps leading to the stage. Despite your fatigue, a huge smile found its way onto your face as you were greeted by thousands of screams and clapping hands.

“Thank you, guys!” you said. As Rich and Rob left the stage, you grabbed a chair to your right and brought it front and center. That might buy you a little time. “How are y’all doing today?”

The crowd screamed their reply, and the panel had begun. People asked you tons of questions, mostly original but with some generic ones thrown in, and you did your best to answer them as well as you could. Everyone was so delightful to talk to, and the audience helped you push through and try to make it to the end.

Everything came to a halt pretty quickly, though.

You’d lasted a good half hour before things started falling apart. As you listened to one of the questions, your vision started swimming and the top of your head was on fire. Trying not to show it, you shook your head a little to focus back in.

“Uh, are you okay?” the fan in line asked, her voice etched with worry.

“What? Oh, uh, yeah, I’m fine,” you assured her with a tight lipped smile. “Could you just repeat your question for me please?”

The fan replied, “O-okay, sure. My question was who do you think is more protective of Jenna, Sam or Dean?”

“Well, I think I’m the most protective of her,” you said to the amusement of the crowd, “but if I--if I had to pick, I… I would probably say--”

It was as though your lungs couldn’t fill with air fast enough, leaving you gasping. Black started filling the edges of your vision, slowly creeping in until you could hardly see. You thought someone was saying something, to you or at you, but all you could hear was a dull ringing. With the thought of taking a small break on your mind, just for five minutes, you stood up, and then you fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were being held in strong arms, carried bridal style backstage, to the green room, where they helped you sit in one of the tall chairs. There was a flurry of activity around you, people running around and shouting, which only served to further confuse you.

“Here, drink this,” a voice said.

Someone handed you a water bottle that you gratefully accepted. A shaking hand uncapped it and put it up to your lips, letting the cool liquid wash down your parched throat. Another voice called for a second water bottle, to be placed on the back of your neck. After a few moments, you started regaining a little of your strength.

“Y/N, can you hear me?”

You turned toward the voice and saw, once your vision finally cleared, Rob staring at you with obvious concern. Giving a slight nod, you watched his features melt into relief.

“What happened?” you asked, your words a little slurred.

“You passed out,” Rob told you. “EMTs are on their way right now, so just sit tight, okay?”

You tried to say something to him in response, but someone was pushing the water bottle back up to your mouth.

It took less than two minutes for the medical team to arrive. They crowded around you, firing a bunch of questions at you. How do you feel? How old are you? Have you been drinking? When’s the last time you ate? Your head would have been spinning if you hadn’t already been disoriented.

Finally, they seemed to get the information they needed and left you alone, talking instead with some of the others to find out what happened from a different perspective. Before long, they were heading out the door, leaving you with your friends and the convention staff.

“Y/N, do you know how this happened?” Kim asked, handing you a little food to tide you over.

You shrugged. “Probably because I haven’t had anything to eat or drink since this morning.”

“This morning?” Misha repeated. “Sweetheart, that was hours ago! Why didn’t you come back here and eat something?”

Your face burned as you replied, “I didn’t have time. With the schedule change I had all my ops and autos and stuff back to back all day, so I never had a chance to grab anything, plus I didn’t want to disappoint any of the fans, especially since this is my first con, but now I’ve just screwed everything up as usual and they’re gonna hate me if they didn’t already and--”

“Hey, kid, breathe,” Briana cut you off, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “No one’s gonna hate you for something you had no control over.”

“But that’s the thing -- I could have controlled it,” you told her. “I could have said no to the schedule change.”

“Why didn’t you?”

Lowering your eyes, you fiddled with the bottle cap in your hand. “Because I didn’t wanna mess anybody up. If I said no it would have screwed up everybody else and I didn’t wanna be the cause of that.”

An awkward hush fell over the group surrounding you, broken only by your occasional chewing. You hated that you were so vulnerable right then, so open and raw, even if you trusted these people. It made you feel weak, and you hated feeling weak, which is exactly what got you into the mess in the first place.

Just then, Rich came back to the green room, looking a little rushed. As his eyes fell on you, relief washed over his face.

“How you doin’?”

“Good,” you said. “Better.”

“That’s good to hear,” he said with a smile. “Do you wanna stay back here and take it easy or head out and finish your panel, just for a couple minutes?”

“I think she should stay here and--”

“No.”

Everyone in the room turned toward you, an array of emotions displayed in their expressions.

You sighed, saying, “I wanna finish the panel. Those people out there didn’t shell out tons of money to see me faint and give up.”

“You’re not giving up, sweetheart,” Rob assured you. “No one would blame you for staying back here and taking it easy.”

“I don’t care. I’m finishing the panel. Rich, can you give me a hand?”

It took a bit longer than you’d wanted, but with Richard and Rob’s help, you made it back to the stage, where you were greeted with enthusiastic cheers and shouts of “We love you!” Rob grabbed you your chair from before, along with a much needed water bottle, and you were ready to go.

“Hey guys,” you greeted sheepishly. “I should probably apologize for before. I was kinda dumb and didn’t eat anything all day, which is why I passed out. I’m fine now, but I’m sorry if I scared y’all.”

The audience screamed their assurances, making you smile.

“Alright,” you said, “now where were we?”

[pagesoflauren]

Some jack smut pls? xxx

Imma put this under the cut because I don’t write smut but there’s a first time for everything!

Something about seeing Jack in suits just did something for you. You had seen a post somewhere equating men in suits to women in lingerie and it couldn’t be more true than at the present.

You were watching Jack adjust his tie from your spot on the couch, flashcards scattered all over as you prepared for your upcoming midterm. And because you had to study, you had to opt out of the fun that came with going to a premiere with Jack. But you could have some fun, right?

“You’ll be alright, love?” Jack asks, making eye contact with you in the mirror.“Mhmm,” you nod, putting your flashcards down and standing up. He turns to face you as he sees you approach in the mirror. “How do I look?”“Really good,” you say, your hands wandering from his neck down to his waist. “Yeah?” he says with a smirk. You think he doesn’t know what you’re thinking.

He confirms that he doesn’t when his eyes widen as you press him against the wall and move one hand down to his groin.“Love, what are you–”“I’ll miss you tonight,” you say, lips attaching to his neck and sucking.“D-Darling,” he stutters as he feels you unbutton his pants, “the car will be h-here any min–fuck!” He cries out once you’ve gotten a hand wrapped around him.“They can wait,” you say, “I can’t.” 

He’s suddenly heaving at this attention you’re giving him, feeling himself grow as you methodically squeeze up and down his length. Somewhere in the cloudy headspace of smutty thoughts, he thinks to himself that he should wear suits more often.

“You gonna let me have what I want?” you mumble against his neck.He nods dumbly, “Course, lass, whatever you want…”

He’s got no time to process your hands pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to get him out and he feels your mouth detach from his neck as you kneel in front of him. You continue to squeeze, swiping your thumb over the tip of him and he hisses in response. 

You’re both startled when his phone vibrates. He nudges it out of his pocket and brings it to his ear.

“H-Hello?”“Yes, Mr. Lowden? Your car is here.” “Great,” he chokes out, feeling your lips wrap around him. His eyes roll to the back of his head when he feels the vibrations of you moaning at the taste of him. “I’ll be out shortly.” “Excellent. Will you be bringing a guest?”“Yes–I mean–no, no. I’ll be alone,” he rushes, his mind clouded from feeling so close. He looks down at you and you’ve made it a point to look up at him with doe eyes and he almost falls apart at the sight.

“Right. Whenever you’re ready sir.”“Th-Thank you.” He hangs up with shaky hands before he drops his phone to the floor and he tangles his hands in your hair, “Fuck, babe.”

It’s not long before he’s letting go, tilting his head back and groaning in complete bliss. He’s breathing heavy when you pull off him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You tuck him back into his boxers and button his pants up for him again. You’re smirking as you press a quick kiss to his lips.“Have fun tonight.” 

You walk back to the couch as he picks his phone up from the floor. You hear the door unlock and open. “Love?” he calls.“Yes?”“I hope you know you’ve got a long night ahead of you.”“I’m counting on it.”

uhhhh yeah… (insert monkey covering eyes emoji) 

PLEASE BE PATIENT IT’S MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT I HOPE IT’S OKAY