#it felt fucking awful my fucking hand was on it too but the muscle spasmed in a shitty way and i was like

[playingplayer2]

When you're just trying to sit on the couch and now you. can. just. feel your pulse in your spine in time with the throbbing your lowest fucking right rib as the muscle over it or smth throbs because you had the audacity to lie down and sleep the night before and you didn't make perfectly sure that you weren't at a funny angle at any point whatsoever while you were asleep for barely 5 hours and you took a long shower today, so you've been exhausted because of that too on top of being exhausted for last two decades or so

[itsthestutterforme]

Wanna Bet? 2/2 (Johnny Storm x model!reader)

Summary: What happens when your disapproving mother finds you in bed with Johnny after you forgot to pick her up from the airport?

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, Johnny is wokeee, reader mother is condescending in this one, sexual themes (p in v penetration, overstimulation, use of vibrator), MINORS DNI

**

Your breathless moans were music to Johnny’s ears as he drilled into you, wrapping one of your legs around his abdomen for a deeper stretch.

He quickly learned what your body liked; deep, hard thrusts. Pressing the vibe to your clit, he rubbed fast circles on your throbbing core.

Your mouth fell open, twisting in his grip as another orgasm washed over you.

He smirks when your body spasms roughly, your legs closing around his hand. “Johnny,” you whine, pushing his hand away.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you have one more for me.” He coos, clicking the vibe on a higher setting.

“I already gave you four,” you said between gasps.

He shushes you until his lips connected with yours, silencing your moans when he thrusted into your harder.

Your body felt boneless underneath him in contrast to your overstimulating clit. Your left leg that Johnny held was starting to cramp, causing you to cry out.

“Please! Too much,” you groan, sweat trails down your cheek and settled to your glistening chest.

Johnny listens, clicking off the vibe and tosses it somewhere on the bed. He presses on your clit with his thumb, relentlessly pounding into you.

His pace falters when you clenched around his harder and harder as your orgasm took over your body.

A loud wail leaves your lips and Johnny moans into your mouth, pulling out of you to blow his load on your stomach.

While the two of you catch your breath your breath, your eyes fluttered closed. “I hate you,” you said groggily.

“I missed you too,” Johnny gripped your chin and pressed a warm kiss to your lips.

You felt him pull away but didn’t care enough to open your eyes and figure out why.

“How are you moving right now? I can’t feel my legs right now.” You groan, tempted to stretch out your muscles but you’re sure that will only cause you more pain.

“Okay, I really hate you.”

“Not sure. The cosmic storm did more than just give me powers, it altered my sex drive and my sleeping schedule. I’m practically an insomniac.” He says casually.

You opened your eyes when you heard his footsteps recede back into the room. He smirks at you, breaking off some paper towels from the roll he has in his hands.

He walks over to your side of the bed. Wiping the remnants of his cum from your stomach before wiping away your spend leaking down your thighs.

“I know you say hate, but I kinda think you mean the other thing.” He starts. “If I had the energy to hit you right now, I would.”

“Awe,” he coos, reaching between your thighs and squeezing your clit harshly. Your raspy moan echoed throughout the empty house and Johnny gives you a proud smirk.

“It’s a good thing you’re all fucked out then huh?” He says with fake sympathy. “Asshole,” “What was that?”

His hand touches the swell of your thigh and you quickly sat up to grab his hand, your sore stomach muscles immediately telling you to lay back down.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Can you please take me to the shower?” Without a second thought, he scoops you in his arms and strolls into the bathroom.

**

Your mother groans in annoyance when your phone sent her to voicemail yet again. It was the tenth time she had called you and you didn’t respond.

You were supposed to pick her up from the airport when she came to visit you. She was eager to see your new apartment since you’ve moved to New York a year ago.

She had to say that she was surprised by how well you were doing for yourself.

However that feeling on minor elation fled when she came to the conclusion that she was being stood up by her own daughter.

Meanwhile, you were asleep on Johnny’s chest for what was supposed to be a power nap.

Which quickly turned into just regular sleep. You fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow after your shower.

You didn’t give yourself the chance to put on some clothes. Nor did you remember to change the bed sheets.

Johnny huffed at the sight before him and took matters into his own hands. He tugged on some shorts over your legs and his motocross shirt over your frame.

Setting you on the love seat you had in the room, he pulled off the sweat drenched sheets and set them to wash before putting the spare bed sheets over the mattress.

He stopped his movements as he made a realization.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he says, “Damn. She domesticated my ass.” He shook his head in disbelief, his hands resting on his hips as he peered down at you.

He smooths your hair out of your face before picking you up and set you back in bed before climbing in with you.

He was awake for a while but your soft snores were starting to get to him. Sleep took over him and he pulled you close to his chest, his chin resting on your curly head of hair.

And you slept particularly hard this time because you didn’t hear the alarm you set to pick your mom up.

Nor did you hear her missed calls. You were curled up on Johnny’s chest, your body subconsciously absorbing every ounce of heat his body had to offer.

It was the winter season after all.

Your mother let herself into your apartment using the keypad, calling your name as she enters. She’s met with a quiet, empty house.

So she thinks.

Her ears perk at the sound of snoring and followed the sound to her bedroom. Her face heats at the sight before her.

She got stood up over a boy.

Now she was fuming. “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N,” she said, punctuated each word angrily.

You were still sound asleep. “Y/N,” she repeats, clapping her hands. The bass in her voice made Johnny shoot up in bed, fist clenched until he realized what was going on.

His eyes widen as he made eye contact with your mom. His cheeks burned cherry red when he made the conclusion that he was still naked under the sheets.

He couldn’t go anywhere if he wanted to.

Despite being launched from Johnny’s chest to his lap, you were still sound asleep. “Baby, you need to wake up. It’s your mom.” Johnny say, lifting your face from his lap.

“Hm?” “It’s your mom,” you hummed when he caresses the apple of your cheek.

“Y/N,” you tense at the sound of your mother’s voice. Your eyes snap open, meeting your mom’s burning gaze.

“No, no, no. What time is it?” You sat up on your knees, reaching for your phone on the nightstand but your mom stops you.

“Don’t bother. I’ll gladly tell you. It’s 4:57 p.m.” 4:57 p.m. ? Her flight came in at 12:15 p.m.

Holy shit. To say you were in trouble would be an understatement.

“Mom,” you start, climbing over Johnny to get off the bed. “Who is this, hm? Your boyfriend?” She says, glaring at Johnny.

“N-no, can we please talk in the living room.” You said softly, rubbing the side of your arm anxiously.

“No. I want him to hear every bit of this.” “Mom, please. He’s not.. he’s naked.” She scoffs, looking between you and Johnny.

“Of course he is,” you dropped your head, grimacing at the disappointment dripping from her words.

She left the room and you trailed after her cautiously before closing the door.

“Shit,” Johnny springs out of the bed and pulls out one of the drawers he kept some spare clothes in.

“I am so disappointed in you, Y/N.” You avoid her gaze and stared at the floor, embarrassment. burned your cheeks.

“I lost track of time. I’m sorry.” “What if that had been an important meeting, Y/N? What if that was a summit- or whatever you call it?”

“A fashion show,” you correct. “What if it was a fashion show? One no call, no show is all it takes to ruin your reputation. Then you can’t afford this apartment and you’ll be on the streets. This is why I had a no dating rule when you were younger. They are a distraction.” She lectures, pointing to your bedroom where Johnny was.

Johnny was fully clothed and listening to the conversation through the door. He couldn’t believe your mother was talking to you like this.

He couldn’t believe the fact that you weren’t standing up for yourself even more.

He’s seen you tear men to shreds for bumping into you without saying excuse me. Why weren’t you saying anything?

“New York City isn’t meant for us, Y/N. It taints good people and spits them back out half the person they used to be.” She adds.

“I.. don’t know what to say,”

“You don’t know what to say? You uproot your entire life to move here. Drop out of medical school to follow some feeble dream of becoming a model. And what do you have to show for it? This apartment? What else?” She prods, her booming voice bouncing off of every surface.

“That boy toy in your room? You must have dropped your self respect when you dropped out of medical school.” She adds.

“Okay that’s enough,” Johnny says, swinging the door open and down the stairs where the two of you were.

“Excuse me?” Your mother starts.

“You have some nerve getting in between-“ “No, you have some nerve. Insulting your daughter in her own home. I’ve never heard anyone talk to their child like that.” Johnny interjects.

He notices your head still bowed, fresh tears streaming down your cheek and down your neck. He pulls you behind him and acts as a barrier between the two of you.

“Not like I expect you to understand. But this family holds its women to a higher standard than most. And most of all, we hold them accountable.” Your mother hisses.

“Your daughter is a grown woman who can do whatever she pleases. Your daughter is beautiful and incredibly talented. She’s capable of making choices- brilliant choices if I might add. And the fact that she made a mistake doesn’t take away from everything she’s built for herself here.”

“It’s not enough,”

“For you, maybe. But it’s not your life. It’s hers. It takes a special kind of person to make a living here at all. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you about hard it is to make a name for yourself as a person of color. Let alone a woman of color, but despite the odds, your daughter did it. And instead of being proud of her, you are berating her.”

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave. This is between me and my daughter,” your mother states, narrowing her eyes at him and crossing her arms.

“Mothers don’t talk to their daughters like that. And if you came here with that intention, then maybe you should reconsidering visiting her in the future. Respectfully, you should leave.”

She scoffs in disbelief. “Y/N, you’re going to let him talk to me like that?” Your mother asks you.

Truthfully, you didn’t hear much of the conversation. You tuned things out as soon as your mother started shouting at you.

Tears blurred your vision as you ran into the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

Johnny was tempted to follow you but he had to make sure everything was safe first.

When he notices your mother’s hesitance, he suggests, “If you truly love her. You will give her the space she needs. It’s her choice if she wants to talk to you.”

She sighs in defeat and walks to her luggage sh left in the foyer.

Johnny opens the door for her and she pauses for a moment to say, “Clearly, you’re not just a boy toy. So what are you?”

“I’m her boyfriend.” Johnny’s chest couldn’t help but swell with pride at the confession.

He knew he was yours the second he turned down an invite to compete in a motocross championship because he knew there would be crowds of women lining up to talk with him.

With that, your mom walks out of the house and Johnny locks the door behind her.

“Sweetheart?” Johnny calls out, running up the stairs two at a time so he could get to you.

He opens the door to you crying on the edge of the bed. “Baby,” he says sympathetically.

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this. You can leave if you want,” you croak, wiping some tears away with the back of your hand.

“Are you okay?” he sits down next to you, your shoulder pressed to his.

“N-no one’s ever stood up for me like that before.” You said between sniffles.

“It’s what I’m here for, baby.” You rest your head against his shoulder and he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple.

“Careful there, Torch. It almost looks like you have feelings for me.” You said with a smile once your breathing got back to normal.

He kneels in front of you, wiping more of your tears with the pad of his thumb before taking your face into his hands.

“Baby, I’m so whipped for you. It’d be a crime not to ask you to be my girl.” You nodded your head in his hands. “I need you to say it,”

“I’ll be your girlfriend, Torch.” “It’s babe now,” he corrects before pecking your lips. “You’re such a sap,” you giggle against his lips.

[megistusdiary]

SPOOKY ASKS ITS MY TIME TO SHINE

you can do whatever you want w this but vampire kaeya 🧎‍♀️ i’ve seen sm vamp kaeya art and he lives in my head rent free. i want him to bite me while railing me 🙋‍♀️

- 🔮 it’s been awhile :,)

YES YES I LOVE VAMPIRE KAEYA ART SO MUCH!! he looks so mf good 🥵

also yes it has been a while! i was actually working on one of your asks yesterday, but it's taking me a while because i'm testing out some different ideas ;)

warnings: dom!vampire kaeya and sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

vampire au, biting ♡ (blood involved), penetration (sub receiving), thigh-riding, doggy-style, petnames, teasing, degradation/praise, making out, size difference 😏, inhuman strength

kaeya smirked as he held you on his lap, looming above you. he gently tilted your chin, a stark contrast to the feverish kissing you were doing, pressing your lips together in a clash of tongue and teeth.

kaeya couldn't help but marvel at just how small you felt compared to him. one of the perks of being tall and well-built, he supposed.

he tugged your chin, making you fall further into his lap, holding his shoulders as he stole your breath away, gliding his own tongue across his fangs when you parted.

you panted, trying to catch your breath, lips shiny as you carefully wiped the spit onto the back of your hand.

you were both already in various states of undress, with his jacket gone and your pants kicked to the floor. kaeya's free hand trailed up your legs, leaving his fingers dancing on your inner thighs.

he tugged at the waistband of your panties, allowing the elastic to snap against your skin as he smirked, fangs showing through his lips as he watched the shirt slide down, exposing your shoulder.

he pulled your panties down your thighs, hearing you gasp when your core was exposed to the cool air.

the minute he got the cloth off of you, he flung it across the room, pulling you down onto his leather-clad thigh as you squirmed atop the muscle.

"aw, look at you." kaeya teased, gripping your chin and using his other hand to move you back and forth across his leg. "i can feel you through this leather. and you call me shameless."

your ears felt hot as he dragged you across his muscles, tensing them every so often as you gasped out his name, covering his pants with your shiny slick. "kaeya, please-"

kaeya laughed, throwing his head back at your desperation, feeling you claw at his shoulders. "you're so cute when you're about to come, you know. you get all whiny and breathless, like you'll die if i don't let you come from just my thigh. it's so pathetic, but it's oh so adorable."

kaeya pulled you down firmly, anchoring you to his thigh as you practically screamed, spasming when you finally came, feeling him grind your clit against him in firm little circles until you pushed at his chest with trembling hands.

"too sensitive." you mumbled hearing him chuckle.

"sensitive or not, you're taking my cock, sweetheart." he pushed you onto your front, shoving pillows under you to keep you supported as you held yourself up on trembling arms.

he pulled your hips up, admiring the slick coating your lips and inner thighs, matching his pants as he unbuckled his belt, releasing his cock and tapping it against your hole. you clenched reflexively, hearing him laugh, commenting about how cute your reactions were.

as soon as he pushed in, you were grasping at the sheets, clenching around him as he gripped your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the skin he was most definitely leaving bruises on.

"kaeya!" you called out, head falling and muffling your cries in the blanket as he pushed himself deeper into you, fangs on full display as he slowly pushed his hips in and out, feeling your hole tighten around him.

"fuck, you feel divine." he sighed, moving a hand to push his hair back. he tested the waters by beginning to move faster, pistoning his hips in and out until he reached a pace comfortable to him. much faster than any average, pathtetic human male, of course. they could never satisfy you like he could. not in a million years.

"kae-ya-" you trembled as he leaned his back down onto you, pressing his weight on you. he stuck his face into the crook of your neck, pupils dilating when you moved your head to the side, baring your neck for him.

"fuck..." he gasped. "good girl, so good." he nibbled across your skin, leaving little bite marks and kisses as you sobbed, clenching down on him when he grinded into your g-spot.

"please, wanna come, need to come so bad, kaeya!"

"make a mess for me then, princess. come on, pretty thing." his mouth watered, fangs elongating and waiting for the right moment.

the second you came, body trembling, he bit down into your skin, fangs sinking in and having you screaming, shaking with delight as your slick covered his dick, forming a creamy white ring at the base as he groaned into your neck, licking up the blood trickling down.

"good little human, so good to me." he praised, panting as his lips came back coated with red, dripping down his own neck and chest. "good girl.."

[kittywritessmut]

Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader smut - Are you going to wear that baby bear?

| Entails: smut, jealous Katsuki, hardcore, lingerie, kawaii, size kink, polar opposites, petite reader, swearing |

Foreword: You and Katsuki were dating for only a couple weeks. You had both been affectionate, sometimes that was displayed in playful insults from your boyfriend. The rest of your class were out somewhere, most of them had gone to their agencies, some went to the gym and some went out for groceries. Your stubborn boyfriend refused to go and you plead that you had an abundance of homework.

(Y/N)’s pov:

You sat at your desk, finishing off your math homework, but abruptly stopped, when your hot headed boyfriend burst through the door.

“K-kat..what are you doing?” You exclaimed in a surprised tone.

“I...um I just wanted to make sure you were...uh okay, stupid nerd” Katsuki replied in a soft tone.

“I’m okay, thanks Katsuki” You smiled and returned to your homework.

He nodded, but paused looking at your outfit. You were wearing a pastel pink and white checked, pleated skirt. You were wearing an oversized grey hoodie, his ruby eyes wandered to your womanhood. From your seating position he saw pink lace panties. His face turned a dark shade of red.

“What are you doing in that outfit, baby bear? Are you planning to wear that in front of the class when they get back?” Katsuki growled in a jealous tone.

“U-um.....I like this outfit...and y-yes I was” You gulp, your cheeks turning a crimson red. 

Katsuki huffed and locked the door behind him. He proceeded to pick you up and place you gently onto your bed.

“Don’t wanna break any bones sweetie~” He purred and took off his shirt.

You admired his toned chest, running your fingers down his muscles. He chuckled and peeled off your jumper. His eyes covered with lust as he saw you were wearing a pink lace bra.

“Ah fuck honey” He groaned, his pants starting to pitch a large tent.

He bent down to kiss your lip softly your red gloss marking his lips. He made his way down to your cleavage, he sucked and kissed at your skin. He unclipped your bra and moaned lowly at your breasts.

“Fuck you’re beautiful” Katsuki moaned and started to attack your breasts with his large hands.

You moaned as he began to suck on your nipples.

“M-mmh K-kat~” You moaned, as you lightly pulled his hair.

His pupils became large.

“You fucking asked for this baby” He moaned as he teared off your skirt and shoved down his sweatpants and boxers.

His dick sprang free from it’s restraints, precum was spilling out of his tip. He jerked himself off for a brief moment before tugging your panties down. He almost came, from the sight of your dripping sex.

“So wet for me baby bear~” He chuckled and rubbed his member up and down your folds.

“You ready for this baby, I’m gonna fucking destroy your tiny hole with my fat cock” He moaned.

You gulped nervously and nodded as he slid the tip in. You arched your back as he slowly entered you.

“Holy shit your tiny fucking hole takes me so well” Katsuki moaned as he planted a soft kiss on your lips.

“I-I feel so full Kat~” You moaned, as he began to rut his hips into you like a dog in heat. 

After a few thrusts you felt a warm feeling in your lower abdomen. 

“K-Kat I-I think I’m gonna cum” You moaned out, as he quickened his pace.

“M-me too baby bear, I’m gonna fucking fill you with cum as you cream on my fucking massive cock” Katsuki moaned and pulled you into a kiss.

Katsuki forced his tongue into your mouth, with a muffled moan you came over his cock. Your walls spasming around his cock.

“A-aw fuck baby” Katsuki groaned before cumming into your cunt. He did a few more thrusts as you both rode out your orgasms.

Katsuki pulled out and lied down next to you. He pulled you into a warm hug and pulled the blankets over you both.

“I’ll clean up later, rest baby bear, I love you” Katsuki smiled softly, kissed your forehead and drifted into a relaxing slumber.

“I love you too Kat” You purred, before joining him in sleep.

[silverdelirium]

FORBIDDEN FRUIT | R.W

SUMMARY ➠ your childhood best friend’s dad, ron weasley, moved in next door. he can’t help but let temptation get the best of him

WARNINGS ➠ age gap sex (reader is 19), sir and daddy kink, size kink, oral sex (m receiving), mutual masturbation (?), degrading, praising, nicknames (petal, sweetheart, doll, etc.)

WORD COUNT ➠ 1.2k

A/N ➠ i really tried to give this one a plot but my brain is a bit of a mess rn so its pure smut im sorry :(

———

you were a forbidden fruit in ron’s eyes.

so sweet-looking and harmless. but also so fucking wrong.

he knows this is not okay, he is aware that if his daughter were to find out what was going on, she might’ve slapped the living shit out of him.

he doesn’t blame her… but fuck, he doesn’t regret it.

the euphoria traveling through his veins were like no other— he did not expect such good head from a nineteen-year-old.

“oh god, petal” he would groan, hand tugging at your disheveled hair while your tongue ran down the vein that decorated his girth.

your pleading eyes showing how bad you needed him.

and who was ron to deny you that?

“please, sir” you babbled, mindlessly slurping around his cock while he gave labored breaths, flexing his muscles as he tried his hardest not to cum on the spot when your tongue teased at his slit.

“go on, sweetheart- put it in your mouth, like the good girl you told me you were.” he grunted, scrunching his eyebrows as you slowly took him in, knees shuffling on the wooden floor of his foyer.

praises dropped from the tip of his tongue like caramel, and you eagerly drank it all up as you deep-throated him, your drool slobbering down your chin as you tried to hold back a gag.

his voice was low and raspy when he spoke, “you’re such a pretty thing, so obedient and so fucking good at sucking cock- as if you’re a little whore off the street” his words dispatched a spark to your engorged clit.

you sent vibrations through his cock as you whimpered around him

your cheeks hollowed as you bobbed your head, eyes trained on the way ron’s abs clenched continuously, probably trying to not fuck your throat raw— not like you would mind.

“sir” you pulled away from him, gasping slightly as you looked up at him, “need you inside me.”

ron chuckled lightly, chest heaving up and down as he lent down to stamp a kiss on your forehead, “listen up, petal, you are nothing but my little fuckdoll, just a little hole for me to use, got that?” he squeezed the sides of your jaw, feeling your neck grow hot as you nodded in submission.

“yes- i’m sorry, sir, just wanna make you feel good” you cried, tears rimming in your eyes as he mocked your pout.

“poor little slut’s just too needy, hm? want my cock buried deep inside you so bad, is that it?” he teased, cock twitching as you moaned lightly, rocking your clit against the heel of your foot.

a whine slipped from your lips, your hips rocking faster now as he wrapped his large palm around his weeping cock, matching your pace as your eyes unfocused.

“need to- cum, please”

he scoffed, “already? is that how fucking desperate you are? cumming from just a little tease on your princess parts, that’s pathetic” his words triggered a set of tears to fall down from your face, yet your stomach fluttered at the degrading.

you gasped, feeling your thighs quiver as you held eye contact with ron, his own release catching up to him as you reached the seventh heaven.

“cumming! i’m cumming!” you warned, squeezing your eyes shut as your arousal drenched your knickers while ron urged you further, drawing out your orgasm from mere words.

“there we go” he said “cumming on your pretty panties like a naughty little girl.”

all you could muster were weak mewls, pawing at his arms as he continued to jerk off, aiming the tip of his cock to your bare thighs, the soft flesh covered in ropes of sticky white substance not even a minute later.

you felt dirty and almost ruined, but god did it feel fucking amazing.

puckering your lips up hazily, ron complied and delivered a messy kiss to your swollen lips.

“we’re not done, sweetheart” he murmured against your mouth, lightly pushing you back until you lay flat on the floor, breasts that spilled out of your tank top from earlier bounced lightly, making ron’s softening member perk up. “i’m gonna fuck your pretty cunt so hard you can barely even sit on it” he threatened.

the thought of being full of him had you spasming, aching to have him inside you.

“daddy” you sobbed.

the nickname had ron’s head thrown back, as well as his dick getting as hard, if not more, as before.

“please, daddy, fuck me hard” you pleaded, spreading your legs and bunching up your skirt at the waist as you revealed the drenched lace that you called underwear.

he groaned, “you bet i will.”

the tip of his rigid cock kissed your slit, drenching itself in your arousal. “you ready, bubba?” he asked, laying a sweet peck on your exposed neck.

“yes”

“yes what?” he slid the head in, making your breath pause.

“yes, daddy”

the stretch was painful as he lulled his hips in further into yours. “atta girl” he sighed.

your thighs shook at the mere burn of his cock prodding your insides. you were nothing but a mush of a brain and meek intakes of breath, whilst ron soothed the urgency your mound begged him with the pad of his thumb.

“faster!” you gasped, wiggling your hips in a weak attempt to intensify the delirium you were falling in.

ron tutted at you, “be patient, sweetheart, i ought to teach you some manners after this, hm?”

he obeyed anyway, pining your hips with one hand as he accelerated his, making the both of you cry out in bliss.

“you like that? like the way i pound into your little pussy?” he taunted, running a finger down the pushed-out skin on your stomach, a little bulge that represented his cock that lay there.

“yes, fuck!” you wailed, giving him a strangled moan as he grazed your sweet spot, your vision dotting with dark stars.

squelching and clapping hit your ears from where you two connected, ron’s eyes darkening as he looked down at the base of his cock covered in a ring of your slick.

“you look so pretty right now” he cooed “creaming all over my cock like a brainless little doll.”

the stand-alone sentence had your ears heating up while your mouth stayed agape, cunt pulsing around him as you reached the peak, ready to fall into cloud nine.

“daddy” you pleaded “i’m gonna cum! i’m gonna cum so hard- please” your walls contracted around him as your muscles gave mini spasms, toes curling and mouth watering as you came with a silent scream.

“that’s a good girl” praised ron “cumming all over daddy’s cock so fucking good”

he was right behind you, dumping streams of cum all over your insides. your name left his lips like a chant as your cunt greedily milked him dry.

it took a few moments for the both of you to calm down, his cum poured out of you once he pulled out; a puddle had formed on the floor from both of your juices.

“aw baby” he started “your cunt’s all messy and puffy already- it’s best if i lick it clean for you, no?”

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@ameliora-j

[dragonmuse]

I was rereading "I Want To Break Free", and some cues from Eddy - holding Izzy's forearm, their red eyes coming back in- made me wonder what they were thinking during the alleyway conversation. Could we maybe see Eddy's POV of that night, please?

(you got it...one month later!)

Eddy was going to kill the man. 

It seemed inevitable, the more she thought about it. They were always going to end things like that. One of them dead and the other standing over their body whether it was the gun in their hand that did it or not. 

It was only as she grew closer that she took in the minute changes. Not the clothes though she registered that. There was something new in the way he stood, like maybe not every single muscle was tensed even as she bore down on him.  His eyes were different too. He wasn’t really tracking her. Oh, he was paying attention, but the fierce intensity of his regard simply was not falling on her the way it once did. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” She demanded as soon as he was in hearing distance. 

“I came to talk to you,” he didn’t cross his arms or square up. He kept his hands open, unfisted.  

“Like hell you did.” 

“Eddy. Just...five minutes,” he said quietly. And it was the first time he’d said her name. It sounded all right there. Not spat or cursed out. Just as easy as he’d said the old one. 

“If you try anything-” 

“I’ve never beaten you in a fight and I’m not getting any faster,” he shrugged. Lifted his arms just enough for her to tell he wasn’t carrying. Just the knife in his boot, but she could knock him out before he could reach that. 

“Fine. Say something I don’t like and I’m punching you in the throat.” 

“Fine.” 

They went out to the alley. Eddy didn’t want any of this near the places she’d come to love and she had no particular affection for the dumpster. Izzy didn’t start talking right away. 

“Come on, Hands, you better have a damned good fucking reason.” 

Then to the shock of all shocks, what came out of him was: 

“I came to apologize. For the way I acted.”

“Fuck you did,” Eddy grunted out. Apologize? Israel ‘Fuck You’ Hands? There was no way.  “No regrets, no apologies, right?”

“We’re not children anymore. I have a lot of regrets.” Izzy gave her a wary look, slipping back a step. Probably smart, but it stung. She deserved to be wary, not him.  “I never noticed you were that unhappy. It was my job to notice. To fix it. And I was too busy obsessing to do it. I failed you.”

The words fell into her, rocks dropping into a deep lake. Failed her. He had failed her in the end,  by just being predictably himself, but the idea that he was responsible for those black moods? 

“That’s fucking stupid. It wasn’t your job to fix me.”

“It was my job to make sure you had what you needed. Maybe it wasn’t in the description, but we both knew that was what was expected,” They had?  Eddy squirmed internally. Maybe. Maybe she had wanted that. Expected that. Because he was so good at delivering it.   “Or maybe I decided it was and you let me keep it up. But whatever it was, I’m sorry. What I did afterward, it was desperate and it was awful. I regret it.”

Eddy wanted to scream, to reach out and shake him. She felt injured or...no. It was a wound re-opened that she had assumed had healed. But maybe it was just infected and now it was being allowed to breathe at last. 

“Did Lucius put you up to this?” She demanded. That would make sense. It was the kind of thing Lucius would like. A show of remorse, even if there was none to be had. 

“He doesn’t even know I’m fucking here,” Izzy scoffed. “He’d have tried to talk me out of it.”

The chasm in her spasmed around that thought. She wished she could just be angry. They were angry. Deeply furious, but fuck, there was something below that. Something in the deep water. 

“I could kill you,” she gritted out. Certainly the idea had some appeal. At least then things might make sense again. She wouldn’t. Couldn’t. He knew that. As impotent a threat as she could make, really.  “That might make up for it.”

“I came to apologize, if you want restitution, that’s something else,” now he shifted, tensed. There was the man she knew and it was almost a relief.  “We did each other a lot of damage. Don’t know if I’ll ever figure out where it starts and ends or who’s to blame more. Maybe I ended it worse, but you began it uglier.”

Rocks fell. Plink. Plink. Plink.  

It hadn’t been ugly then. It had been beautiful in it’s simplicity to her. It was only with years that the grotesque shape of them had grown clearer and clearer.

“I was in pain,” she said weakly. 

“We all fucking were,” Izzy sounded tired, all that tension that she’d roused draining right back out of him. Had he changed? Was it Eddy’s very absence that had done that?  Certainly nothing else had made him shift before.  “Hornigold had a talent for finding that.”

“Fucker,” Eddy said, purely by muscle memory. 

“The thing is,” Izzy halted, inhaled, exhaled, started again. “The thing is that I loved you.” 

Oh fuck. Oh no. Eddy had spent too many years not thinking about that to look it dead in the face now. But she had to. Poor ole Izzy, with the emotional depth of a puddle was finally looking at her full on. Not sideways or eyes cast down. He was telling her the thing they’d both always known and could never allow to be said. It would’ve broken too many things. 

But they were all broken now anyway. 

And he was still going. 

“The only way I knew how then. Wasn’t the right way. But I did. And it’s good that you got out. Got away and found the right way. So. Sorry. And congratulations. On the engagement and all.”

It was everything she could want him to say. What they had wanted him to say from the beginning, and never believed he’d be able to. Their right-hand. Their feral dog. 

“Iz,”  her voice cracked. 

“I’m not going to bother you anymore. Lost your number, tossed the burner in the river. I’m not going to stop seeing Lucius, but you won’t see me. It’ll be like I was never here. I can do that at least.”

The waters sloshed over. To never see him again? Even today, when she’d been a full fury at him daring to breach the entrance of the Revenge, there had also been, very deep down, a fierce joy at his arrival. An inevitability. The only person that Eddy had never had to explain themselves to until they became themself entirely. 

“No,” Eddy reached out before conscious thought, grabbing hold of him. “No, I don’t think I want that.”

“Jesus fuck,” Izzy sounded exhausted, but she didn’t release him. If anything, their grip tightened. “Of course you do. If I'm ready to let it die, you've already buried it. Kill me in your head if it helps.”

“I don’t mind knowing you’re out there,” she tried to catch his gaze. To will him to hear her. The words that they said and the ones they couldn’t say too.  “That you’re alive. Not miserable.”

“I’m working on it.” He didn’t try to escape or fight Eddy off. Just let them keep possession of his arm. 

“This isn’t a bad place to have a drink, you know,” Eddy said carefully, looking for her sense of humor. It had been left behind on the floor of the Revenge, but she could pull it at least a little closer. “Once and a while. Rude not to stop by and say hi to the guy you’re fucking every so often.”

“Suppose it would be.” Izzy glanced away from her, something like a smile flicking on his face. A full on smile..  “And he’s not a sometimes fuck. He’s my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend,” Eddy startled. Then a bark of laughter welled out of her. “Fuck, really, Iz?” 

“Yeah. I-” Izzy’s eyes were back on her face. “He asked. He wants me for some fucking reason.” 

And she hadn’t. It really was that simple. 

“Okay then,” Eddy released his arm.  “That’s done.”

“Doubt it. Too much there to be done.” Izzy took back his ground. Retreated and then walked back into the night like she’d told him to do.

Eddy waited until she was sure he was gone to let the tears come. She was alone. She’d never minded crying alone. It was the audience that made her shut down.  

If someone had shown up at that moment and demanded to know why Eddy was sobbing, they weren’t sure what they’d say.  It felt a little like grief. The death of a million possibilities. It felt like relief. The end of their rift which had never sat right in them. It felt like joy. For him. For herself. That they had been so lost together and found now, separate and still in eyeshot. 

Eddy cried for two kids, rough and angry, who had stood back to back against the world. For the young adults they’d become, embittered and scarred. 

“I loved you too, you son of a bitch,” she muttered into the cool air.  

Maybe one day she’d even tell him that to his fucking face. Wouldn’t that be something?

[hollandsmushroom]

Okay well this is me requesting the bench press fix blurb whatever it is lol, I don’t mind if there’s no smut, up to you and how you feel while writing it, thanks!

Both Fucking Bench Press || T.H.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, 69, filthy, cum eating(obvi), oral both fem and masc receiving

Word Count: 1650

A/n: Third installment of my accidental series about Y/n and readers at home gym debauchery, I don't know how this came to be but you guys seemed to love it so I hope you like this one just as well. It isn't necessary to read these but this is part 1 and 2: Mouth Fucking Pushups Mother Fucking Squats

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At this point you and Tom should have learned that you are incapable of working out together, it was always gonna end up with pants on the floor and cum smeared faces but you let that slip your mind as you both made your way down to the in home gym, preparing for your respective workout routines. You knew it wasn’t going to end with you both having completed your planned activities but you also knew that it was going to end with you having had some form of work out, a much more pleasurable one than you had mapped out.

You wished that you could have held out longer than you did, laying on the floor trying to focus more on the burn in your abs than the soft grunts of exertion that were leaving Tom’s perfect lips but your attempts were useless, back falling onto the padded floor one final time and bending your neck backwards, catching a glimpse of Tom over your shoulder, your eyes able to see directly up the leg of his loose fitting workout shorts. You could see all the way to the swell of his peachy bum and where the hair on his legs got thicker as it hit around the base of his dick. Your mind wandered as you noted this, why wasn’t he wearing boxers?

You pushed up from where you had lain, standing up and moving towards Tom, swinging one leg over his waist and bracketing Tom’s hips with your knees, your cunt hovering just above his apparently already hard cock. Tom’s eyes widened at your sudden presence but didn’t question it, racking up the bar and eyeing your finger as it scratched its way down his chest tantalizingly slow. His sore hand grabbed your wrist gently, bringing it to his lips and placing a soft kiss to the flesh just over where he could feel your heartbeat.

“What are you doing, love?” Tom muttered, eyes you through the shade of his interwoven lashes.

“Wondering” your response was short, prompting a raised eyebrow and a nip at your skin.

“What are you wondering?” you shook your hand free of Tom’s gentle grip, going to squeeze his flexed muscle as you leaned forward, lips dancing like a flame near his own as you uttered your inquiry.

“Could my superhero boyfriend bench press me?” your eyes were locked with his as you spoke but flickered downwards as finished, watching how his lip became entrapped between his teeth, a wicked grin over taking his face as his hands trailed down your sides, gripping into your hips and picking you up. Tom’s biceps flexed deliciously as he hoisted you up above him, pressing you up so your abdomen was above his face, shirt loosening and exposing the sweaty skin to his eager eyes. He had been watching you, you just didn’t realize, like before when he had placed himself between your legs and the moment devolved in your cunt smearing across his face.

“He most definitely can” Tom growled, unlocking the joint of his elbow and letting you lower towards his face, your legs straightened out so you didn’t fall off of his flattened palms as he pressed you back up again.

“Holy fuck” the words slipped past you lips on instinct, in pure awe of your partners strength, the exhibition of his power sending a heat to the plush between your legs, hieghtening the sensation of your heartbeat in you finger tips as you held them out, head ducked down to be able to witness the strain and tensing of Tom’s bicep, loving how if moved under his taught tan skin.

“Holy fuck is right” Tom uttered and you heard the swish of his unfitted workout shorts, drawing your eyes to the prominent bulge that laid beneath the breathable fabric, bringing your mind back to the glimpse of him that you saw earlier from your position of the floor.

“You’re hard” you didn’t realize the words were coming out of your mouth until you heard Tom chuckle, legs shifting with anticipation and need.

“Uh, yeah, I um, yeah” Tom choked on his words, the rare spark of anxiety burning in his chest as if you hadn’t rode his face and he hadn’t fucked your mouth in the last month.

“I’m soaking” you muttered in assurance, an appeal to help douse the flame of insecurity that your boyfriend seemed to be fueling and it seemed to snap him right out of it, his eyes widening immediately.

“Yeah?” the tone of his voice had completely changed, and shred of doubt dissipating entirely as he twisted your body above his, spinning you like a baton as if it was the easiest thing in the world ceasing as your bodies laid parallel, pointing in opposite directions. “Let me see” the sly syllables trailed past his lips as he brought you down, your knees instinctively bending and resting on the work out bench so that your knees bracketed Tom’s face.

Tom’s cock was in your face, trapped beneath the constraining fabric of his shorts, an alluring sight that had your mouth watering instantly. You pressed one hand into the cushioned bench, using your other hand to cup his cock, his length practically jumped at your touch. A shiver etched its way down your spine as Tom’s fingers curled into the hem of your pants, tugging down at the tight fabric, your panties coming with, as he exposed your core to himself, and your description was apt, you were soaking.

“Fuck, baby, you’re not just soaking your dripping” his hands massaged yoru ass cheeks as he pulled you down close to his facd, close enough that his tongue was able to swipe through your folds and gather your arousal in his tongue, the taste earning a hum from the depths of his chest. A strangled moan escaped your mouth and Tom joined in, the sensation forcing your hand to tighten around his hard on.

“Tommy, are we-” you stopped, choking on the fact that Tom’s lips were now wrapped around your bundle of nerves, sucking as he let kitten licks press through his pout. “Are we going to do this?” you were finally able to get out, your hand shaking as pleasure coursed through your veins, fingers slipping underneath the fabric and near Tom’s heated cock, pulling down the waistband till it was resting beneath Tom’s balls.

“I thought we already were,” he mumbled, his face still buried in your cunt as he traced your folds with the flexed tip of his tongue. You smiled widely as you listened to Tom’s words, leaning down and taking Tom’s leaking tip into your mouth, the salty taste of precum blooming across your taste buds as you began to suck intently. Your actions made Tom moan loudly into your cunt, jaw opening wide and sending the humming sensation through your cunt. His cock was heavy on your tongue, the weightiness of emboldened and libido flushed flesh. You were both devolving into moaning messes, spit and arousal dripping mouth and cunt alike, an exchange of the most animalistic kind, and it was burning its way through you. The fact that when you bent your head just right, licking at the side of his cock with intensity, you could watch Tom eat you from between your bodies was exciting and intensifying every freeling your body was experiencing.

Tom dragged his tongue from your clits, swirling the taught muscle downwards till it drew circles of your spasming entrance, teasing the hole as he dipped into it slowly. He rocked his head as he did so, pressing the crook of his nose to your clit but it wasn’t enough to satiate him, he needed more, yearning to drown between your thighs. His hands snaked their way around your thighs, pulling you down towards him as he pressed down on the rounds of your ass. The pressure on your clit eased the pain of desire and fed the flames of your orgasm that were dancing in your lower abdomen.

“Tommy!” you whimpered, pulling off of his cock just enough to be able to moan out his name, a warning that you were close and you knew that he was as well purely by the way he was humming into your cunt and how his cock was twitching in front of your face.

“Me too baby, let go” he assured, as you took his cock back into your mouth you felt the world shatter around you, the only real feeling was that of Tom’s tongue and his dick in your mouth, sliding in and out as you somehow managed to maintain the movement even through the mind bending pleasure. You both came hard, your juices being lapped up as Tom continued to relentlessly lick, your mouth filling with cum as hot white strings painted the inside of your mouth, the salty tang grounding you from slipping off into a pleasure induced haze.

Eventually you had both drained yourselves, no energy left in your euphoric bodies as you somehow ended up on the floor of the room. Your chin pressed into Tom’s pec as you looked up at him with largely dilated pupils and he looked back at you with the same.

“I don’t think we can work out together anymore, Tommy” you muttered, your fingers tracing indiscernible patterns across his heaving chest.

“What? Why?” Tom asked, his arms wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him.

“Well it never really ends up with us working out” you tried to remind him.

“But doesn’t it though? Cause I feel like I worked out and your legs are still shaking like you squatted 1000 pounds, so I actually think we should work out together more” Tom chuckled, pinching your side and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You are insatiable” you poked him back.

“And you like it”

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[scienceoftheidiot]

@qs63 keeps feeding me ideas, and thus very serious meta discussion ends up with me having to write a silly fic. Expect this to happen regularly.

Summary :

Roy's a liar and a manipulator, but we have canon examples of him showing he doesn't really like lying or when other people lie, and notably when they do so to themselves. What if.... That makes him horrendously bad at poker?

End is not what I expected but I can't really say I'm sorry.

You can read it under the cut here or over on AO3

The atmosphere in the office was tense.

Or maybe it was just him.

Roy shot a suspicious glance over his hand at the whole party, sat at the table with him.

The office was filled with Havoc's cigarette smoke, and lit brightly by the neons on the ceiling. The whole team sat around the central table, cards and multi coloured chips disorderly spread on the dark wooden surface.

Havoc looked back, his face blank, an arm casually thrown over the back of his chair in his usual laid back manner. His hand that was not holding his cards shot up to his mouth to take the cigarette he'd planted there, shook the cinders in the ashtray he kept near him, then put the cigarette back. He did everything without breaking eye contact, his face betraying nothing.

Breda was munching on bretzels he'd taken out of nowhere, and returned his stare with a raised eyebrow, shaking the piece of bread around.

"Want one, boss?"

Roy shook his head with a frown. Breda better clean off the crumbs he was throwing everywhere on the office meeting table when they'd be done.

Hawkeye and Falman, both at opposite ends, looked incredibly sereine, unfazed by anything. Falman was looking at his hand calmly. Hawkeye gave Roy his glance back with a solicitous "Sir?" and an incredibly deadpan face.

And Fuery, small Fuery, on his left, was sweating buckets, and kept pushing his glasses up his nose.

Roy felt a muscle spasm in his cheek, tugging at his lips.

Havoc let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Take your time, boss. Take all your time. After all, none of us have a girlfriend or family. We can stay here until the end of time and no one will ask about us. We can wait."

"Speak for yourself, Havoc."

"What, Breda, cause you got a beautiful creature waiting for you right now, in your bed, with big –"

"Havoc." Hawkeye tutted without even looking up from her cards.

"Big breasts ain't really my thing," Breda replied with a lot more seriousness than necessary. "Besides, right now, the only thing I want is for our dear Colonel to decide if he will follow or fold so we can finally get to showdown."

Roy, his eyes on his cards, right hand fingers drumming on the table, grumbled.

"Don't be so loud about wanting me, Breda."

"Shut up and play, Colonel. We're all waiting." Hawkeye's face was just about as blank as all of the others.

The only one displaying anything was Fuery, on his left, practically vibrating. He was the next in line to play.

A simple pair of jacks. That was all Roy got. He'd lost all the turns until now. Damn it, he was the boss! He was the youngest Alchemist to ever get the State license! He was smart! He was brave, reckless, even! He never went down, whatever hand he was dealt with! How come he was always defeated by Breda or Hawkeye, no matter what they had in hand?

Falman, too.

In fact, the only one who had, like him, not won any round was Fuery.

Roy shot him a side glance as the Master Sergeant took off his glasses to wipe off the condensation on them.

Roy ran the numbers in his head again. Falman had a pretty good straight at the precedent turn. That was 0,39% in odds, before the first draw. What were the odds, now? Havoc had folded, which meant his hand must have been awful - no figures, nothing. Falman, Breda and Hawkeye had bet. Fuery would probably fold, considering the –

"Come on, Boss, this isn't a fucking game of chess!" Havoc was making big gestures with his arms, ready to light another cigarette.

"Of course it's not, I'd have beaten you up all long ago!"

"Colonel," Hawkeye scolded him. "Stop being a child, and tell us if you follow or if you fold."

"Yeah, Colonel," Breda quipped while picking up a new bretzel. "Well all know you got a shitty hand. Either own it or not, but please free us."

Roy's head jerked up from his hand.

"What? How?"

"You're a terrible liar, sir. And terrible at seeing through us, too."

Havoc snickered at Breda's retort, Falman and Fuery hid their faces behind their cards, and even Hawkeye couldn't stop the corner of her mouth from twitching up for a split second.

Roy scowled, deeply offended.

"I am the best liar in this room. And you all know it."

Hawkeye leaned towards him.

"Of course, sir, in the right context. You're calculating. You can talk anyone out of their wits, seduce them and turn them around like no one else."

Roy frowned at the mocking glance Breda and Havoc exchanged.

"But poker doesn't ask of you to talk and manipulate people with speech. It asks for a pokerface," Hawkeye continued, giving him her best rendition of it.

"I don't think his hand is that bad," she concluded placidly as she turned to Breda, "I think he's got a couple of figures and he's calculating the probabilities for each one of us to have a better game."

Roy scrunched up his nose and opened his mouth, ready to reply. But nothing came out, and he closed his mouth again with a sour scowl. Looked at his hand. And sighed.

"Alright, alright."

He knocked on the table once. He would not fold. He had honour.

"Thank you, sir." Breda said with a flourish. "Fuery?"

Fuery, blinking rapidly, placed his hand down on the table.

"I – folding."

"I'm glad we opted out of the strip poker option," Havoc sneered, and it pulled a short laugh from poor Fuery.

"You were the only one who wanted it, Havoc." Hawkeye said in her usual dry tone.

"No one can be foolish enough to play strip poker against Lieutenant Hawkeye," Falman added, extremely serious.

"Now, now that you say it," Hawkeye frowned, side eyeing Roy, who felt a sudden wave of warmth climb up his nape, "Maybe this is what we should have done, so I could be kept up on how that scar's healing, sir."

Hawkeye. Good old Hawkeye, throwing her lines like a bucket of ice cold water onto his head, as usual.

"None of your business, Lieutenant."

"I'm your bodyguard, sir. If I want to do my job properly I have to assess your health. Be sure you won't start limping if we ever need to make for a quick cover."

"I do not –"

"Right, showdown," Breda interrupted, just as Roy's hand uncontrollably shot down to the top of his right thigh, where a bullet had grazed a week before.

"You got hurt, sir?" Fuery piped, oblivious of the dark look Roy threw at him for keeping Riza focused on him this way, and the glare Breda and Havoc shot him for yet again derailing from the game.

"Yeah, during the operation last week," Riza stated in a slightly too formal voice as she showed her hand. Three of a kind, queens. "He managed to hide it until I saw him limp around the day after," she added with a scowl, avoiding Roy's annoyed looks.

"It was just a scratch," Roy grumbled, his mood plummeting yet lower when Breda uncovered a flush in hearts.

Falman showed a pair of tens with a sheepish smile.

"I tried," he said, pushing his chips towards Breda.

Roy groaned and hid his face behind his right hand as he showed his cards.

He groaned yet lounder when Fuery quipped from over his shoulder : "Oh, I had a pair of kings !"

"That's it, I'm done," Roy pushed all his chips and cards towards Breda. "This game is only about luck. There is no skill and no honour in winning at poker."

"No honour, maybe, but you owe me a hundred cenz, boss," laughed Breda as he grabbed the chips and counted them. "And I won two rounds with less than what you had on your current hand."

"Pokerface, boss! Gotta work on yours." Havoc clapped Roy's back.

"Work on being a better loser, too, maybe?" Breda snatched the couple of notes Roy was handing him. "At least Fuery is gracious about it."

Roy got up with another groan, leaning on his closed fists on the table.

"I should have you sacked, the lot of you."

"Nah, boss, you'd miss us."

"Everyone's so fond of you, where else would you get your reality check?"

Roy glared at Havoc. The line was very fine between playful banter and insubordination, and he and Breda were currently doing somersaults over it.

"Clean this all and get out, before I snap."

The two of them sneered, but did as they were ordered, picking up the cards and chips. Falman and Fuery cleaned where they'd sat, pushing their chairs in place. All of them saluted and bid the others – and their boss – good night before they took their leave.

Hawkeye took her time, turning around the central table to look for forgotten chips or bretzel crumbs, checking some papers on her own desk that didn't need to be checked, before she walked towards Roy's desk, where he'd retreated to sulk in peace.

He observed her little game from the corner of his eye until she stopped in front of him.

She placed something he'd seen her retrieve from her desk drawer in front of him.

One painkiller and one antibiotic. When had she taken those from him, already?

"Oh, so that's why I played so bad. Drugging our superior, are we, Lieutenant?"

"I wish. You should have taken those two hours ago."

Roy's first impulse was to tell her to get lost, still grumpy as he was to have been made to look like a fool in front of his subordinates. Then he remembered. All those years ago, he'd pushed the same pills in her hand. And when she couldn't herself, he'd pushed them through her lips, and held her head for her to drink some water to swallow. He'd done that for days. Watched her sleep, guilt and fear for this girl he in fact barely knew gnawing at his brain. He hoped he would never have to do it again, but if he had to, he would.

That instantly wiped any offended ego feelings off his mind. Who was he to push her away when she wanted to show the same concern?

Roy shrugged, but he grabbed the pills, and gulped them down, using what remained of cold coffee in a cup that was lying around his desk. Hawkeye went on, sitting on the desk, while he winced – that coffee had been older than he thought.

"And no, I don't think you lost because of this, and pain is no excuse either – you might not lie to people or even yourself that well, and I know you don't like it, but where pain is concerned I know you can be stubborn enough to forget it."

"That bad, uh?"

Hawkeye had left her pokerface behind – her subtle expressions might not be noticeably different for the untrained eye, but Roy'd had years to train. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and her mouth imperceptibly curved upwards.

He smiled in return.

"That bad. Please do not play poker ever again. It was awful."

"Oh, not gonna happen, Lieutenant. I don't like to lose."

"Oh, really? Didn't notice." Hawkeye saluted, the small smile not leaving her lips. "Good night, Colonel."

She turned around and went to leave, but Roy called her.

"Hawkeye?"

She turned back.

"Sir?"

"The wound is alright. Cleaned and closed and supervised. Don't worry, please."

"Take your antibiotics, sir."

"Promise, Lieutenant. Good night."

"Good night."

[littlefreya]

Bark at the Moon

Summary: Walter always comes to you when he needs a hard release. Tonight he seems to need it more than ever.

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Female Reader 

Word count: 2K (WTF it was supposed to be a drabble)

Warnings: 18+, sex, lycanthropy, supernatural themes, no strings attached, vaginal fingering, oral performed on female, primal play (slight biting and scratching), cockwarming, slight denial, angst, fluff and romance.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

A/N: Not me naming my AUs after Ozzy Osbourne songs/albums. Following my post from October I am trying to follow up. This one-shot is also inspired by A Company of Wolves and @fishcustardandclintbarton​ moodboard. Many thanks to my beta and muse and dear friend @agniavateira​ for all the help. 

Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed 🖤

Title: Bark at the Moon

Muddy Timberlands dragged across the worn doormat as the large detective sought to rid himself of the dirt caking his soles. Black and soft, the dark mane of curls hung loosely above his forehead, a pale blue sheen cascading over each ringlet that concealed his face while he kicked his feet like an unruly child.

An instinct within pressed you to reach a wandering hand and entwine your fingers between those healthy locks. But ironically, touching Walter screamed ‘taboo,’ as if he wasn't going to finish wet and messy inside you anyway. 

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been here. 

"Rough evening?" you murmured, taking a long whiff of air. Traces of coffee drifted from his breath, mingling with the brisk November chill that wafted over your face.  

It's not that you didn't enjoy his company; it's just that Walter left you with nothing but bitemarks, bruises, and dirty sheets. A foreigner to this country even after all these years, Walter was much like the salty rocks from the islands that bred him: hardened and crude, yet smooth at the edge where the water licked the stone. Some evenings he wouldn't even speak; the moment his boots made it past the doorway, all civilised manners flew out the window, luring the beast to wander. Shredding your outfit, he’d fuck you to tears, shaking you the way a canine carnivore stuns its prey and then unload himself into you until you ached and begged him to stop.

Once stripped off his uniform, the sullen cop was no different than the deviants he shoved behind iron bars. Little did it matter, you loved him enough for the two of you, and though you knew you were a toy to pass the time, he always crawled back to you with that deprived agonised sparkle staining his gaze. 

After what seemed like an endless battle between his shoes and the bristly rug, he finally paused and slowly lifted his chin. Marine-blue irises peered below thick brows, and a red rim of weariness perfected his customary scowl. 

"Yeah," he drawled with indifference, "got any beer?"  

Observing him for a moment, you studied the sharp ridges of his furrowed brow and nodded, turning to let him in. Despite his heavy frame, he followed with lithe stillness, stepping into your house without making a sound while you advanced to the kitchen. 

Whatever happened tonight must have left another dent in the coarse material that made this man. You often mused on the things he must have seen and found out it’s better not to ask. 

You reached for the fridge when his arm wrapped around your waist by surprise and snatched you back, hauling you flushed against his broad chest. Briefly, he nuzzled your nape, his parted lips huffing hot against your skin. His breath carried the pained melody of a sad longing animal, an ache so great it seeped through the pores of your skin and infected you with his grief. 

You weren’t afraid of the beast but felt sorry for it.

“I need to feel you,” Walter rasped, a timbre of plea in his baritone. Palm swiping greedily at your breast and his cock hard and hungry, he ground his hips at the cleft of your ass. Like the black, shaggy dog that he was, he sniffed the air and then rubbed himself further against your jeans, seducing the wanton animal within you to come out of its hiding. 

“You want me too, I can smell it, I can smell your cunt.” 

Where was the lie?

With a guttural growl, he turned you to face him, skilful hands already making tatters of your clothes and his fangs nipping your throat. Caged in his grasp, you hissed and shuddered out of fear and lust. A part of you was always frightened that one night Walter will pierce an artery by mistake at the heat of the moment whilst another, more archaic urge, called for the sweet passion that was your Thanatos.

Succumbing to both urges, you forced his cable-knit sweater off, exposing his muscular, beefy torso and splaying your hands down his flexing pecs to feel the soft, dark fur that covered his chest and belly. Everything about Walter was large and charged with virility, twisting your moral compass and making any argument weak in his presence. Staring at the bulge in his trousers, you gnawed your bottom lip, giving to the pang of hunger that shot through your clenching core while your wicked fingers began to fumble with the clasp of his belt. 

With a low roar rumbling in his chest, he scrutinised you as if this was a trial, his eyes flashing, anticipating you to reach and grab his large cock. 

“Fuck…” his sonorous voice caressed your ears. He quickly slid his hand down your trousers, grabbing a handful of your ass before gliding his fingers to feel between your engorged petals. 

A tempest of moans unfurled from your clenching throats once you squeezed his shaft in your palm, choking around the veins adorning the meaty girth.

“You are always so wet for me, always so ready,” he uttered and licked your cheek. 

“Walter, please!” 

At your plea, his fingers slipped deep inside your burning cavern. Back and forth, he probed your little slit, spreading thick wetness across your mound and further up your virginal ass to taunt you. 

Before you met Walter you vowed that you’ll never be into that kind of debauchery. But whenever the bulbous crown of his cock accidentally teased your puckered hole, the only thing you could muster to think of was how much you wanted him to fill every empty inch within you.  

Long, nimble fingers dug deep, parting your sealed walls asunder in an endeavour to find the small heap of pleasure that regressed you to savagery. You were nothing but an instrument of pleasure, gyrating to the melody he composed by the rhythm of his thrusts, following every note. He made you shudder, made the earth below split in half and all the while, he held back and watched. A sick mist of curiosity hovered over the frigid ocean that was his glance, mindful of how logic and reason drained from your face, leaving you utterly incoherent and primal. 

Just as he was.

He crooned at your whimpers and nodded at the desperation dripping from your gaze. Hips swaying, you wriggled against his hand in a frustrated attempt to reach for the tendrils of ecstasy that loomed inches from your grasp.

“You want to come, love?” he asked, almost patronising. His brow lifted, and his eyes flared with what you could only describe as pity.

“Yes! Please! Please make me come!” 

His fingers tore from your sleek with a sudden haul, leaving you a trembling, outraged mess. Yet you had no time to curse him for denying your pleasure. Moving faster than your thoughts, Walter stripped your trousers and slammed you rear onto the counter. Kneeling between your spread legs, his strong hands gripped your thighs and dragged your cunt into his bearded jaw.

“Fuck!” 

His mouth wrapped around you in a lover’s embrace, his silky tongue plunging between your lips to savour the honeyed nectar that dripped from your tightening core. Thoroughly devouring your cunt, Walter hummed. Raw, unfiltered, and unbound, he laved every inch within as if he was dining at Olympus and feasting on ambrosia for the first time. Arching back, you dared to entangle your fingers in his curls and ride his bristly face until you succumbed to the furious, quaking bliss that spasmed within your womb and consumed you into rapturous euphoria. 

Engulfed in a veil of blissful darkness, you continued wailing, heaving, and slumping on the counter. Puny jitters of aftershock trod upon your throbbing flesh while Walter finished his feast with languid laps of his tongue.

Once you blinked your eyes open, Walter stood straight between your legs, now fully naked, peering at you quietly. His eyes were aglow with all the conundrums he could never speak. Still hazy from your ecstasy, you stared back with awe, drinking each taut bulging muscle and worshipping the feral, beastlike entity that he was. Not even the scars on his body could steal away his unspoken pride. 

Reaching a hand for his imposing cock, he crept closer and glared straight into your soul as he pressed himself into your tight little entrance. A loud groan thundered through your kitchen as he pushed in, erupting into the most melodic war cry which never failed to astound you once he penetrated you. Still clenched from your orgasm, you gritted your teeth and whimpered in pain, not quite ready to have all of him at once. Yet Walter wasn’t keen on stopping and continued delving deeper and deeper, despite your nails tearing fresh new trails of blood down his shoulders.

“Wait!” you pleaded, yelping when he suddenly bottomed out inside you.

An arduous gasp tore from his lips, and his forehead dropped on your shoulder. Stilling inside you, he breathed in the mien of a wild creature, trying to regain his composure for a brief moment as he timed his assault. Fingers etched below your thighs, he pulled you up with ease and carried you through the apartment whilst still buried inside you.

Confused by his actions, you hung your arms around his thick neck and clung to his body, welcoming the soft brush of his hide against your naked breasts. 

Soon, you found yourself on your bed with him seated beneath you while your legs enveloped his wide waist. Nestled between your cinching walls, his cock throbbed full of rage, desperate for the unbridled friction that Walter forbade as he refused to move. Milking every drop of his self-control, he vigorously fought to dominate his desire. 

With his shaft pulsating hot and buried completely within your womb, your previous orgasm felt like a distant dream and a fresh new need soon awoke, begging your body to writhe on top of him and take what you were promised by force. But Walter was in no rush to unmake any part of you just yet. Securing one arm around the small of your back while the other held your jaw, he made you stare directly into his eyes. 

Bare more than ever, he allowed you to glimpse through the cracks that creased his beautiful blue eyes, showing you the pure terror harbouring the heart of darkness that lived within him. 

Perhaps, a part of him desired you to break and cast him away from you, to say ‘nevermore.’

Mercy softened your face instead. 

Enamoured and embroiled with curiosity, you allowed yourself to roam freely, gliding both your eyes and fingertips to descend the delectable plains of his body. Tender and careful, you stroked a soothing touch over the elevated scar tissue the way one pets a wounded creature, your gentle caress painting over the large claw mark that marked him years ago and left him cursed.

Walter followed the movement of your hand. His chest sinking with a low roar, his cock twitched and swelled inside your protesting canal while he remained immobilised and kept himself sheltered in the warmth of your sanctuary.

“Last night,” he finally spoke, his voice soft yet drenched with hesitation while his eyes dropped to stare into nothing for a shy moment. “Last night, when I turned... I… killed someone…” 

Your heart clenched in anguish along with the seams of your cunt. All the hurt that flowed in Walter’s blood now mingled into yours, ascending your body from the spot where you were coupled. 

What you wanted most of all was not to run. No. You desired to suck the poison tainting his veins and swallow it instead, unable to bring yourself to do anything but love him more than you did earlier. 

Spreading your legs further to each side of his hips, you moved closer and wrapped your arms around him. Nails biting into his muscular back you clutched him tightly, making a firm statement of your unwillingness to spite him for his actions. 

Because, even a beast needs to be protected and cared for. 

* Disclaimer: I don’t own Night Hunter/Nomis or Walter Marshall * Dividers by @firefly-graphics​​

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

I just want to be clear this is a no whumper situation, it’s hard to explain but the cabin is a sort of supernatural situation, bigger on the inside than the outside and they were lost inside for nearly a week, he was not being held captive by any one person. This isn't a long term captivity setting.

Also for the record, the two primary characters in this story have not been nor are currently involved with each other, their friendship is strictly platonic. I’m sure some people in the fandom do ship them, this fic was written with a platonic friendship in mind.

And if someone familiar with the podcast stumbles upon this, don’t mind me 😇 this was me being like “Yeah he coulda been more fucked up from that” and started writing, and then realized I’d misremembered the scene because it had been about 2 years since I listened to it last. Just making it more whumpy and then expanding from there~!

Tagging @randomlifeunit!!

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Watching them bring Nic out of the cabin is an image that will stick with me forever, no matter how much I want to forget. He looked awful. His face and clothes were streaked with blood, what little colour of his flesh I could see was pale, alabaster in the afternoon sun. His brown hair was a mess, half plastered to his head and half standing nearly on end with a mixture of dried blood and mud. He seemed completely unable to focus on his surroundings, confused and blinking warily around the clearing. For a moment his eyes settled on me and I held my breath, hoping for a flicker of recognition. Instead it seemed like he looked right through me, as though I wasn't even there. 

He took slow steps away from the cabin with an officer on either side of him, their hands gripping just above his elbows as they guided him towards one of their trucks. I could hear the sirens of an ambulance making its way down the goat trail winding through the forest. 

I took a step forward and called out to him. "Nic?"

His head turned towards my voice ever so slightly, but his blue eyes remained unfocused and unseeing. Before I could say anything more, they turned white as they rolled back in his head and the officers exclaimed as every muscle in his body spasmed and clenched. His head snapped back and his legs collapsed under him, the officers holding him doing their best to slowly guide him to the ground. 

"Nic! Oh my god, Nic can you hear me?" I dropped to my knees next to his head, and one of the officers put his hand out to me to keep me back, but I was too scared to touch him anyways. His head bashed against the grass and the sounds that tore from his throat in a strangled cry made my stomach clench. 

I heard the ambulance trundle into the clearing behind me, voices calling out to them and moments later there was a flurry of activity as the paramedics swarmed around us. The officer that had tried to keep me back now had his hands on my shoulders, trying to pull me back to give them space. I did as they asked, begrudgingly, but tried to stay as close as possible.

Despite his convulsions, one of the paramedics was able to hold his arm still enough to get an intravenous started. From where I kneeled I could see how dehydrated he was, so it took a couple of tries. They got fluids flowing and a needle injected a medication that I didn't see the name of into the port of the IV line. 

Another minute passed before the seizure ended and he finally slumped against the ground. I realized I’d been holding my breath for most of it and I gasped in oxygen.

"Nic?" His name felt like it was ripped from my throat, it hurt so much to see him like this.

"Ma'am, do you know him?" One of the paramedics asked. I wiped my fingers under my eyes, trying to get rid of the tears pooling at the corners.

"Yes, he's my coworker and friend. Uh, his name's Nic. Nic Silver.”

“Does he have a history of seizures?”

I wracked my brain, trying to remember, but nothing came up. I feel like that would be something I would have remembered if he’d ever mentioned before. “No, not that I know of, but I’ve known him for a while and he’s never mentioned it.”

“Okay.” The medic shone his penlight in Nic’s eyes, calling his name and speaking almost conversationally with him as they checked him over, talking through what they were doing, asking him if he could open his eyes or squeeze their fingers if he could hear them. There was no response to any of it. 

One of them pulled his bloody shirt up and revealed bruises and several deep gashes across his chest, some crusted over but others bleeding anew with the removal of the shirt. They expertly cleaned and packed the wounds in no time before the head paramedic said, “get ready to transport.” 

In a flurry of activity they suddenly had Nic on a backboard and then transferred to the gurney and into the ambulance. The paramedic told me what hospital they were heading for before jumping back into the driver seat and taking off back down the windy road out of the forest and suddenly I was surrounded by the rest of the PRA team. I’d almost forgotten they were even with me on this search and immediately the interns babbled with questions, wanting to know if Nic was okay or if the medics had said anything about his condition. 

I had just thrown up my hands to quiet the onslaught of questions when two men in black suits pushed through the group and I could see that look in their eyes like they were about to demand information from me. 

This day was about to get even longer.

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It was well after dark by the time I was leaving the police station that the black suits had sequestered an office in to question me and my team about what we knew of Nic and the other three who’d been with him in the cabin. The interns hadn’t read Nic’s journal that I’ve been reading for you so the only information they had was a timeline of when they last saw Nic or heard from him, their stories were easily corroborated and they were sent home before me. 

They had a lot more questions for me, but I won’t get into it right now. I’m sure what you actually want to hear about is how Nic is doing.

I got to the hospital around 11:30 that night and prepared myself to plead with the nurses to let me see him. Thankfully with it being such a small hospital, they didn’t so much have designated daytime visiting hours but rather night time quiet hours and they allowed me in if I promised to not disturb the peace and keep any conversation to a reasonable level. I saw a couple more of the black suits milling around, watching anyone walking through the halls suspiciously and keeping a close eye on the rooms that I presumed were occupied by the members of Nic’s group. I could hear a woman wailing from a room at the very far end of the ward where two officers stood guard outside her closed door. 

One officer sat outside Nic’s room who asked me who I was and how I knew Nic, writing down everything before letting me enter. 

I stepped into the room and gently closed the door behind me.

The room was dim, the only light coming from the lamp set into the wall above the head of his bed. It cast shadows across Nic’s face, making him look even more gaunt than usual. His face has always had a sort of gaunt look to it, but six days of walking and only living off berries and mushrooms like he had mentioned in his journal had only made it worse. And that presumed they had still been able to find sustenance for the latter part of their journey since the last entry I read was from day four. With how often he spends doing research late into the night it’s not unusual to see dark bags around his eyes, but the shadows around his eyes were even deeper now and his left temple sported a dark purple bruise.

I approached the bed as close as I dared. He looked… better than when he walked out of the cabin, I suppose. Someone had cleaned him up, he had been changed into a hospital gown instead of the bloody and muddy clothes he’d been found in and his skin wiped clean. His hair had been rinsed out and some of his thick curls were still damp where they poked out over top of a bandage wrapped around his head. He seemed to be sleeping, or fully unconscious, I couldn’t really say. He looked peaceful though. 

The heart monitor beeped quietly and steadily and I pulled the chair from the corner of the room up next to the bed and sat down, settling in for as long as the staff would allow me to stay. A nurse came in every half hour and we would chat while she checked on Nic. Her name was Nancy and she couldn’t tell me much without the doctor there, but she did say that Nic hadn’t woken up since he had been brought in. A couple times through out the night she pulled the blanket down to his waist and opened the front of his gown a bit to check that he wasn’t bleeding through any bandages and I got a look at the bruises that mottled his torso. There was hardly an unblemished spot on him.

“Can I touch him?” I finally asked her around two in the morning.

“Oh! Of course dear,” Nancy said. She sounded surprised that I even needed to ask, which now I know it sounded strange that I even had to ask, but I think I needed that reassurance. That if I touched him I wasn’t going to hurt him any more, or if I touched him I would break the illusion and I would wake up to realize we hadn’t found him at all, that this body in the bed wasn’t him.

She seemed to read the conflict on me face and she came around to the side of the bed I was sat and took my hand. With her other hand she gently lifted Nic’s hand from where it rested on top of the blanket and guided my hand under his. 

As soon as our hands touched I broke into tears. He was so cold, I couldn’t help it. I could hear the heart monitor still beeping steadily on, but it was hardly a reassurance in that moment. I know I said it out loud at one point, how cold he was, and Nancy directed my hands to his wrist, placing the tips of my fingers into the pulse point and pressing ever so gently. I concentrated on that, the small gentle thrum against my fingers, something more tangible than the little peaks on a monitor. I didn’t even notice that Nancy had slipped out of the room until she returned with a warmed blanket, draping it over Nic and tucking it around his shoulders so it covered everything but his head, even getting my arms under it so I could stay holding onto his hand. She gave me a small smile when I whispered a thank you before carrying on with her rounds.

I must have fallen asleep at some point after that. It was almost five AM when I woke up, the horizon outside starting to lighten with pre-dawn light. At first I didn’t know what had woken me up, Nancy wasn’t in the room and the door was shut, the hallway outside quiet as far as I could tell.

And then the fingers resting in my hand flexed a bit and I looked up at his face to find him looking back at me through half lidded eyes. The side of his mouth twitched up into a smirk and I felt my eyes watering again.

“Hey,” he whispered, “Long time no see.”

“Hey yourself,” I sobbed back. It was a relief to see him awake and able to recognize me, to see that stupid little smirk and hear his voice again. I cried more than I should’ve, but I finally got myself together and was able to call Nancy in, who got him to drink a little bit of water and asked some questions. 

He didn’t remember anything that had happened, couldn’t say where he’d been or for how long. At the time, the last thing he could remember was going to the book shop to wait for someone to show up, it wasn’t until later that he was able to tell me who he was waiting for and who it was that showed up instead. But that’s something for him to tell you about himself.

He was understandably really tired still and fell asleep mid-sentence a few minutes after Nancy left again, so I sat holding his hand and watched as the sun came up. My phone dinged as people in the PRA group chat decided it was finally a reasonable hour to start requesting an update on Nic, or if I was still at the police station or was I at home. I realized maybe I should have said something last night about where I was.

I typed out a really short update, letting the team know where I was, that Nic had woken up and was able to have a coherent conversation for a few minutes and that he was sleeping peacefully at the moment. There were many replies of relief and several volunteers to go sit with him so I could go home and sleep for a few hours, which I accepted but told them to give me a couple more hours with him.

For now I just wanted to sit and keep reassuring myself that this was real, Nic was going to be okay and not let him out of my sight for just a little while more.

[keilemlucent]

teacher’s pet

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~3.2k

Keigo is a remarkably good listener and fast learner, especially when you're involved.

warnings: virgin keigo, gooey ass, soft, sweet smut, not too mention the softest keigo i’ve ever written probably?? first time oral baby, also praise kink

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shoutout to @la-saffron for the lovely headcanons and feral shit that inspired this fic. and thank you to the wuv @keiqos for beta reading. enjoy some soft, gooey, smut. this fic is, at its root, keigo finding the clit. that’s the plot

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“J-just like this,” Your voice was soft and breaking, spit sticking in your throat. Touching yourself in front of Keigo like this should’ve been somewhat intimidating, especially with the rapt focus he had on every movement of your body and breaths. But, surprisingly, watching the way he nearly drooled at your form just made you hotter. 

When Keigo asked to date you, you’d never expected he’d be a virgin. But, with his work and his mutations, he’d never had sex or the opportunity to do so properly. Truthfully, he never even learned much beyond his own base needs to blow his load with his fist. 

But, you were more than a willing teacher.

Laying on your back atop his silken comforter was heaven, head propped up ever so nicely by a pillow that Keigo had placed under it. The night had started off with slow touches and soft kisses, all things the two of you had done before. But, it progressed to a little planned show-and-tell. 

You were splayed before him, naked over his sheets with your legs spread as he kneeled in between them. For all of his gusto and readiness, his wings were folded against his back, timidly tucked away as he took you in, gently palming his cock.

Every motion of yours seemed almost lazy. Fingers slowly pinched your nipples while your other hand played with your sex at a tortuously relaxed pace. All the while, you kept your voice low and liquidy. 

“Right here?” You circled your clit, back bending the slightest bit with the hums of heat it sent up your spine. “This is my clit. It feels really good if you touch it nice. It’s very sensitive though.”

Keigo nodded like the good boy he was, enraptured by you.

He had beads of sweat racing down his temples, hair mussed by his own touch. Other than gently pumping his own leaking cock, his only other moment was to occasionally fist his hair, a whine dribbling from his bitten lips.

This must’ve been scary for him, truthfully. All the vulnerability of not only being bare for someone else but them being bare for you. 

You had seen a bit of fear when Keigo had first started to help you disrobe, how his touch got so gentle, feather-like against you to the point of raising gooseflesh. He’d stared so cautiously at you when you first slipped down onto the covers. Despite the tenseness in his shoulders, he traced up your bare body with shaking breaths and clammy hands. 

When you had parted your legs around him, you watched how the gold of his eyes was eaten up by his widening pupils. His mouth had fallen open, cock twitching cutely in his boxers. 

But now that you two were in the heat of the moment? He was a perfect student despite his usual sarcasm and crassness out of the bedroom.

“And here,” You slipped a finger into your sex, feeling a bit of slick puddle around the digit. Keigo’s nostrils flared, wings twitching. “This is my pussy, where your pretty cock goes when you fuck me, right, Kei’?”

He nodded, thumbing over the head of his cock, smearing preek. His voice shook with his own tension and deep-focus, “Y-yeah.”

You smiled at him, shifting one of your legs to give his thigh a soft bump, “You’re doing so well, baby. You wanna know more?”

“I mean, yeah, but... I haven’t really done anything,” Keigo spoke with some remorse, averting his gaze from your body to somewhere far off. The corners of his lips tugged down, his arm going to guard over his chest as though it could protect him from his own internal fear.

That insecurity, that look of near humiliation just wouldn’t do.

“Keigo.” You spoke to pull him from his thoughts. It roused him well with the way he turned back to you, eyes widening as you slowly pumped your finger in your cunt. “You’re gonna do so much. I can’t wait for you to make me feel good. Can you help me?”

Oh, the call to help others was intrinsic and embedded in Keigo’s psyche. 

One of his half-taloned hands drifted to rest on your thigh. His expression went doughy, softening at your even softer words, “I can. I promise.”

You beamed at him with everything you had.

“Thank you. I know you can. God, Keigo,” You shook out a breath, withdrawing your finger from your sex. “Do you want to taste?”

Oh, the look he gave you. He may have been avian, but with the light in his eyes and the way his tongue dropped from his sweetly parted lips made him look far more like an obedient puppy than a bird.

You smiled at him, tilting your head as you slid your fingers into his mouth, pressing down to rub your digits on his tongue. 

“See how nice I taste? Imagine how good that will be all around you when you eat my cunt.” 

The thought had Keigo groaning around your fingers, squeezing his cock. His fist jerked from balls to tip as his eyes rolled back in his head.

Without even instructing him, he sucked at your fingers, lapping at them perfectly. You let him lave over them, his tongue dipping anywhere it could savor you. 

You pulled the digits away, admiring the way they glistened with his spit. You brought them down to your cunt, rubbing over your labia.

“Before we fuck, you gotta make sure I’m ready,” You told him, slowly pressing two fingers to your entrance. You could certainly go faster, but this was ‘educational’. “Gotta stretch me out nice, make sure I’m all wet. Well, that isn’t too hard with you around, is it?”

You send him a quick wink and marvel as he turns cherry red.

“And this is important, sweetheart,” You called his attention fully, slowing your movements. “There’s a little spot inside me, that if you hit it just right, will make me feel so good.”

You were just about to crook your fingers when Keigo stopped you, stilling your hand with his own. He gently tugged your wrist, bottom lip pushed out in a pout. 

“C-can... I try?” He was so tentative, looking shyly at you as you were so vulnerable beneath him. “I w-want to help you feel good.” 

“Of course, ‘Kei. You’re going to do so well.”

He shuddered at the praise. 

You took your fingers from your cunt to your lips, sucking off your own slick. Really, it was just to watch the way Keigo’s thighs clenched as you did. 

You flickered your eyes lower as you took your fingers from your mouth, wiping them on your hip, “Go for it, I’ll tell you what feels good and what doesn’t. Make sure you use the hand we clipped your nails on, okay?”

Ever diligent, Keigo genuinely checked his hand to make sure it was the correct one, talons tamed for the specific instruction that was occurring.

With all the grace and tenderness he could muster, Keigo gripped your thigh, massaging the muscles on his way to your cunt. It was cute, the way he fell forward as he did, ending up propped up on his elbows between your legs. There was pure awe in his eyes as his finger reached the apex of your thighs. 

He looked up at you, hesitantly. 

You nodded, shooting him a smile before settling a hand on his shoulder to rub at the tension he was still carrying in his shoulder. 

Gingerly, Keigo let his fingers drift from your hole to your clit, grinding the pad of his thumb down on the puffy nub. Keigo was a good student, truly, as his pressure and speed were enough to make you drop your head back on the pillow and let out a purely sinful moan.

He paused.

“Good?” 

His voice was so sweet.

“So good, ‘Kei. Keep going.”

He obeyed dutifully. 

His touch slipped downward, teasing the entrance before slipping one finger in. He moved slowly, but not in any way that was lazy. With the quivering of his feathers, you could tell Keigo was literally feeling the way you reacted to him. Every twitch and spasm of your cunt was his guide, as were your quickening breaths.

He pressed another in, shortly. Watching them coat with slick, slowly fucking into you again. 

“Good boy, ‘Kei. You’re doing so well for me.”

The praise made his eyes roll back in his head. 

You smirked.

“Now, baby,” You called his attention again. “To hit that special spot, all you need to do is curl your fingers.”

He frowned, flattening himself to the bed a bit more, “That seems... Very easy.”

You couldn’t help chuckle, carding a hand through his damp tresses, “It’s not hard, once you know what you’re doing. Why don’t you try for me?”

Oh, did Keigo obey so fucking sweetly for you.

You never thought that someone simply softly fingering you, so fucking kindly and gazing at you so reverently would turn you on as much as it did, but god, did it. 

Keigo’s fingers curled in your cunt, every movement precise, but not quite enough.

“A little more, baby. It’s a bit harsher of an angle than you think.”

Keigo’s brow pulled down as he bit his lip. You could feel his hot breath over your cunt and inner thighs as he crooked his fingers just right.

The cry that rang from your throat surprised both of you. Being gently touched like this, on your insides, was making you turn to liquid before him. Your nails dug into his scalp as you lightly rolled your hips into his touch. 

Your legs tensed around him as he massaged at the spongy spot. With your head thrown back on the pillow, you couldn’t see his face.

But holy fuck, could you feel it.

Keigo, apparently, decided to take some of your lessons for a spin. The searing breath you’d been feeling before was suddenly very close to your sex, just before you felt the light lap of his tongue against your clit. 

“Oh fuck, Keigo!” You fisted the sheets, squeezing your eyes shut. You didn’t think him kitten-licking your cunt (just once) would get you this worked up, yet you were sweating and needy for him.

“Am I doing this right?” Keigo drew his mouth away, pressing a sugary kiss to your thigh instead. 

You nodded, breathing a bit harsher. You needed more. 

“Yes, Kei’. Fuck,” Your voice trembled. “Do you want to keep going?”

There was a deliberate pause.

Keigo rose up from his spot between your legs, his actions met with a little whimper that was caught in the back of your throat.

He slid over you, straddling your hips and placing his hands on either side of your head.

You stared up, now wide-eyed yourself. 

Keigo had never looked this intense before. There was still something so fucking tender and raw about how he looked at you, a sweet smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to your nose, then your cheeks, and finally your lips. You cupped his jaw, tilting your head to get more of him.

He pulled away, his breath coming in little puffs as his wings slowly spread out behind him.

“Can I please make you cum? Please?” Keigo asked so sweetly, kissing down your neck. “Let me make you feel good.”

How quickly does the master become the student. Or, maybe receiver.

All the same, thoughts of training Keigo were gone. With the smoldering look he was beaming you from his amber eyes, all you could do was give him a breathless ‘yes, please.’

Keigo was smitten under your command. 

He slid down your body, leaving kisses in his wake. Nothing harsh, nothing that could hurt or be painful. Each movement was matched with a flicker of a grin from him with the way your body jumped with every touch. 

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” You lavished him in praise as he drifted down your body, settling between your legs once more.

This time, he gently hiked your calves over his shoulder, nestling between your thighs and adjusting as he needed.

You swallowed, the feel of Keigo so close making your cunt ache. You needed him in a way you’d rarely let yourself indulge before. Most of the time, the feeling of needing release after a particularly steamy makeout session with Keigo was sated with a well-used vibrator and a glass of wine.

But, to have Keigo so close and so ready?

You could feel the slick dripping from your hole at the mere thought. The coil in your gut already seemed tight with the anticipation of it all.

“God, dove,” Keigo breathed. Without missing a beat, he dragged his tongue up your cunt, stopping at your clit to swirl his tongue around it once. 

He pulled away, but not before dropping a kiss on the throbbing bud. All the while, you let out little keens and gasps, forcing your hips still so as to not overwhelm him. 

You looked down at him, lips parted and wet with spittle. His eyes met yours, lips curled in a smug grin, “You’re so beautiful. Can I taste you more?”

You could tell by the tone, look in his eye, and your knowledge of Keigo’s general demeanor that the moment he got the hang of making you feel good, he was going to take advantage of his prowess and become the most obnoxious tease. 

You savored the thought.  

“Please, Keigo. Show me how good you are.” You breathed back, letting yourself relax into the sheets as Keigo went to town.

At first, he only used his tongue. He left languid licks as he pressed as close as he could to just ravish you with what he had learned.

Keigo was obviously a very talented, well-trained person. He showed you with the way he ate your cunt like it was ambrosia and nectar, tracing shapes and sigils on your flesh with the way his touch bewitched your body, wracked with tremors and needy cries. 

Quickly, he was pressing a finger into you. This time, he wasn’t so slow, but still, the amount of care he put into the motion was almost startling. He gently pumped in and out of you, all the while still kissing at your clit. He lapped at it, nonsense words and sweet nothings being spelled out on the sensitive flesh, each movement causing hot pleasure to curl your toes and bend your spine.

You cried and moaned for him, giving him all the praise you could find your lust-fogged mind. With each utterance of how Keigo was a ‘good boy’, you felt his throaty groans vibrant against your sensitive bits. 

You cherished the feeling.

Keigo withdrew his fingers, taking a breather from licking you as well. Glancing up at you to check-in, he beamed up at your already fucked out expression.

“Feeling good?” He asked, kissing your thigh with a quick nip.

He’s getting bolder.

“Very good,” you hummed, yipping at the sensation of two of his fingers playing with your entrance. You weren’t above begging, despite knowing that allowing him to figure out how into it he would be was a dangerous move. “Please, Keigo. M-make me cum for you.”

He hummed, musing over it, Pandora’s box opened. 

Though, he seemed to decide to test out teasing on another day. Keigo was kind enough to fuck his two fingers into you, cunt nearly sucking them in with the way you were already so tense and ready. 

You could feel his smile against your clit as he tried sucking it into his mouth, curling his fingers at the exact same moment.

The gentleness, the carefulness and the love in it all nearly made your vision white out. You clung to lucidity, babbling sweetness to Keigo as he massaged at your insides, fucking them earnestly with his perfectly toned muscles behind each movement. 

As he tongued at your clit, he never took his eyes off you, watching each of your twitches and reactions and adjusting accordingly. He hardly had to, though. The slick drenching his fingers and the way your hands flew to his hair were more than enough of a sign that you were already getting close. 

“Fuck, fuck, Kei’, don’t stop—” You nearly sobbed as boiling pressure was so close to bubbling over in your belly. 

His fingers truly fucked into you as he grunted against your sex, moving with more vigor but not once losing rhythm or pace. You could vaguely tell that he was grinding against the bed, scarlet wings extended, and flapping every few moments. 

With one final kiss to your clit, you crested over the edge and let yourself go.

You spasmed around his fingers as you wailed out his name, hands flying to his hair to hold him to your cunt, grinding against his face as he sputtered out his own moans. His hips stuttered against the bed, wings beating the air a few times as your back arched and you sang for him.

He kept moving through your orgasm, pressing and rubbing at your cunt with all the technique and knowledge he could, guiding you to the last moments of your peak.

You fell against the sheets, boneless. Sweat laid sticky in your hair as your chest heaved with breath. 

Keigo, the surprisingly attentive lover, popped up from between your legs, “Was that okay, dove?”

“God, Keigo,” your vision still spun as you reached for him. “Fuck, it was so good. You’re such a good boy, such a good fucking boy, Keigo.” 

“I am, now?” Keigo’s normal teasing mood coming alive once more. “Glad to hear that. Can I do that again sometime?”

“Anytime, fuck,” You propped yourself up on your elbows, dragging him closer. It was then noticed his softened cock, wet with cum. “Did... you come? From eating me out?”

“And, uh, humping the bed.” That shame presented itself once more in his voice. Even as you dragged him closer, cuddles necessary, he looked a little ashamed. “I got a little excited.”

“Keigo,” You put your palms to his cheeks, squishing them and frowning softly, but the expression quickly turned melancholy. “That’s good. It’s all about both of us feeling good. And, did it feel good for you?”

“Fuck yes,” Keigo breathed, tension rolling out of his shoulders with your reminder. He snatched you up by the waist, dragging you to his chest as he fell to his side on the mattress. “It felt so good. Thank you.”

He peppered a smattering of kisses across your face as you giggled, all for him.  

“Thank you,” Quietly, you returned the sentiment, kissing the apple of his cheek. “For being so good, really. You really are a good listener when you want to be.”

“I guess I am, huh.” At that, Keigo chuckled, nuzzling his nose into our hair with a hum. He wrapped you up the best he could with his wings, allowing you to go gooey in his arms. 

“I’m excited to see what else you can teach me.”

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taglist:  @sinclairsamess

[angelamajiki]

Can I request something?!

We try to escape Overhaul but he catches us but as a punishment seeing as we don't like him he gives us to Rappa so he can do what he wants to us for a week and in the end we go back to him and he has you never wanting to even step out your room.

Is that fine? Anyways stay safe, drink water, wear a mask, and keep up the great work!

PARINGS: Rappa x AFAB! Reader

CW: yandere, watersports, noncon, facefucking, teasing, manhandling, scumbag rappa

AN: thank you nonnie!! <33

Kai had caught you trying to escape. Or rather, Rappa was the one who actually caught you, laughing and jeering at your cries and the pounding of your small fists on his back. Your captor was not amused in the slightest as his henchman emerged into his office with you tucked a little too snuggly over his shoulder.

“Caught your lil’ scrub tryin’ to escape, boss.” Rappa cackled, sitting you down on the chair in front of the yakuza leader’s desk. “Damn, does she squeal like a pig.”

He clapped his hand over your shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. The man had taken a liking towards you, meaning to say that he enjoyed watching Kai dole out punishments for when you tried to escape or otherwise upset him, which wasn't hard to do.

“Yes, she does.” Kai sighed, brows furrowed deeply in irritation. “What am I going to do with you, pet? Do I not provide for you, care for you? How can I get you to behave, hm?”

Tapping a finger against his forehead, he signed and closed his eyes, slumping back in his chair, hands folded in his lap.

“I’ll never stop trying to escape because anywhere else is better than being here with you, Overhaul.” You spat venomously, squirming under Rappa’s tight grip. The man behind you just chuckled darkly.

“Say, boss...if the little lady here is so unhappy with you, why don't you put her on loan to someone for the time being? Let ‘em show her how good you are to her, eh?”

Kai quirked a brow at Rappa, immediately picking up what he was throwing down. He had half a mind to punish Rappa as well for his blatant display of insubordination and to dare to think he’d willingly give up his precious pet to him like she was a mere stray.

Ah, but the man did have a point. His pet needed to be taught how kind her master is, and Rappa is the perfect opposition to do so. A degenerate at heart, his underling, was rowdy, filthy, and above all, a bigger sadist than Kai was.

He knew the man loved nothing more than to watch him spank the poor thing until she was a sobbing, blubbering mess of “I’m sorry, Kai!” gasping and panting for air like she was on the verge of death. What a drama queen he had on his hands. But he treated you like a queen nonetheless, but your attitude was simply out of control at this point.

“I think Rappa’s right, dear. Why don't you spend the week with him? Take a break from me if I’m so intolerable.”

Ice ran through your veins as Rappa unceremoniously scooped you up from your chair, opting to throw you over his shoulder. Kai’s chuckle and Rappa’s jeers mixed with your protests as you squirmed and squealed in his monstrous grasp.

“I thought you said anywhere else would be better than being with me. Remember, this is the choice you made, darling.”

“Rappa, you're dismissed.”

With a wave of a gloved hand, your fate was sealed. The bulkier man nodded and smacked a large hand over your ass.

“You and me? We're gonna have some fun, little piggy.” ——— •

Settled on Rappa’s bed, if you could call a sparsely covered mattress that hadn't been washed in god knows how long a bed, your nerves were set ablaze watching the man undress. And he certainly made a show of it, flexing his muscles and winking at you all the while.

“Like what ya see, sweets?” He groaned, striking a pose in front of you in nothing but a wife-beater and a pair of boxers. Oogling couldn't be helped; the man was built like Adonis. Strong, fierce, and big. Much, much bigger than you were.

“I hope so, cause I definitely do.” He smirked, licking his lips as he stalked over to you. “Don’t ya about a thing, little piggy. Papa’s gonna take real good care of ya”

Climbing over you, he pinned you to the mattress with one hand and used the other to feel you up.

“Yeesh, yer stiff as a board. Maybe a little game will help loosen you up, piggy.”

Fingers crawled their way up to your torso and to your mouth, leaving a searing heat in their wake. His fingers snatched your tongue from your mouth, shoving themselves down your throat to choke you.

“This little piggy wants to choke on my cock.”

His insenstant cooing and grinning had your stomach turning in knots, helping the fingers in your throat gag you even further. The thumb pressed down on your tongue before spitting a glob down your throat.

“This little piggy wants to be squeezed real tight.”

The sing-song tone in his voice only served to heighten your fear. Of course, the bastard thought this was all a game to him and you his toy.

His grin only got wider as his hand crept down your throat and ghosted itself there, barely touching before lunging. A panicked yip flew from your mouth as he pinned you by your throat.

There was hardly any pressure, just a cage of fingers keeping you locked into his impossibly firm grip. The hand was more than large enough to circle your neck. You smell the grim on his fingers, the labor of his love for the Shie Hassaikai.

“Almost got ya, piggy!” He teased, licking a long strip up your cheek. God, his breath stunk.

“Keep up now; the fun’s just starting.”

His fingers seemed to leave a trail of grime as they traveled down to your exposed breasts. They groped and gripped at your tender flesh without finesse or technique. So rough and worn from all the fighting he does. Your right tit was cupped in his hand before he gave it a hard squeeze.

“This little piggy wants to be milked.”

Onto your left, giving your nipple a good tug and pinch.

“This little piggy wants to be sucked.”

Your squeals and cries only made him laugh harder, grunting when you squirmed against the leg in between your thighs.

“Aw, is baby girl gonna cry? Cause I’ll give you something to cry about.”

Every touch of the pads from his fingers made you even sicker than before. You could feel every place he touched, the disgusting filth they left in their wake. The continued down your stomach, stopping to tickle you softly on your sides.

“W-What are you doing?!”

Your laughter couldn't be contained as he got rougher and rougher, chuckling along with you as he pressed his face close to yours.

“Stop it! I-I’m going to pee!”

“Good. That's what I like to hear.” He grunted, pressing his elbow hard into your bladder all while tickling you. Shame and piss flushed out of you as he groaned, grinding his knee up against your wet, sloppy cunt.

“Look at that! Piggy’s finally rolling around in filth where pigs belong.”

“I can't wait to make a mess of you.”

Humiliation flushed your face and your body, feeling even more disgusted as you felt your own piss on your lower body.

Rappa stood up and took a good look at you, admiring his handy work. A flushed, tearful expression that could be fucked up even more, his favorite face to see. Especially on someone as beautiful as you.

Sitting you up, he sat behind you and took your hair into two separate ponytails before trying them off.

“There, perfect for gripping.”

A rough push landed you on the floor, naked and afraid. One hand grabbed both your ponytails at the same time and steered you to be seated facing his crotch.

“Open wide, piggy.”

You shook your head, already feeling humiliated enough for one evening.

“Are you deaf? Open up, you bratty little bitch. Don't make me ask again unless ya fancy fighting me instead.”

Now that was a truly horrifying thought. The man could quickly kill you with a single punch and let Overhaul bring you back to life, only to do it again and again. Those men, especially Kai, had no qualms about taking your life when you decided to misbehave.

Considering your choices, you cut your losses and nodded, opening your mouth slowly and braced yourself for a brutal facefucking.

The man sunk himself into your throat, sitting there when he bottomed out. His hips twitched as you choked and gagged around his massive dick.

“Yeah.” He groaned, pulling out only to slam back in. “That's what I’m talkin’ about. Finally got ya to shut your mouth and put it to good use.”

Hips thrusting, he set a brutal pace into your mouth. Heavy balls slapped against your chin as your spit and tears made a mess of your face. He paid no mind to your shaking and struggling, only moaning when you choked particularly hard.

“Guess I gotta let ya up to breathe, huh piggy?”

Pulling himself out, he gave you a few seconds to cough and gulp in the air before nudging his way back into your warm, wet mouth.

“Can’t spoil you too much now.” He chuckled.

One hand gripping each ponytail, he tugged them tight and fucked your mouth with vigor. His hips slammed against your cheeks, sure to leave bruises as they started to sputter.

“Y-You’re just so cute, piggy. I can’t last long when you look at me like that.” He grunted, pulling your hair even tighter.

His cock hurt your throat horribly. You could feel the burn of every stroke and spasm into your mouth, tears streaming down your face even more from the pain. Your hair felt like it was going to be ripped out from the sheer amount of strength he was pulling it with.

His thrusts increased in pace as he chased his orgasm, opting to hold the back of your head flush against his crotch when he finally did cum. Making sure to swallow every last drop, Rappa didn't let you up until he was completely finished.

“Such a good girl for Papa.” Rappa jeered, picking you up off the floor by the throat and pressed a sloppy kiss to your mouth.

Tossed onto the bed, he spread your legs wide and pressed a thumb to your dripping hole.

“And this little piggy wants to get fucked all night long.”

[faofinn]

24. 'I Need You To Pull Over!'

@sicktember

After Finn had almost fallen asleep in his meal for the third time, Fao called it. They apologised to Harrison and Taidgh, but the two didn’t mind - they knew how busy work had been, and they didn't blame him. 

Fao had had a few drinks so they had to get a taxi, they'd planned to anyway, but neither expected it to be so early in the evening. Finn was slightly out of it, repeatedly almost falling asleep. Despite Fao telling him to lean against him and just sleep the rest of the way, Finn couldn’t. He assumed it was just the taxi ride, their driver taking liberties with the legality of his driving, and did his best to ignore the nausea and dizziness.

Finn turned to Fao to say something, but everything suddenly felt so distant. He tugged on Fao's sleeve, an old habit that showed no sign of stopping, and tried again. 

"Don't Fao fuzzy I well…all wrong feel and all help?" He knew his words were all wrong, but he was surprised he'd even managed to say anything at all. 

His lip kept tugging too, the awful feeling of dread overwhelming. He was going to die. After everything, this was how he was going to die. Tears pricked his eyes, stinging slightly as they tracked down his cheeks. He gripped tightly onto Fao's hand, tethering himself to his only bit of safety, the only thing keeping him alive. He could feel himself slipping, and he was terrified.

Fao had been worried about his brother all evening. He’d been off before they left, but insisted on going anyway to meet with Hars and Tai. Fao figured it would be good to get Finn out of the house, at least. Get some fresh air, and spend time with their friends. 

But Finn had just been wrong all through dinner, and so off home they went. He worried about Finn in the taxi, and as things got worse and worse he worried more and more. Eventually Finn spoke to him, his words jumbled, and Fao’s heart sank. Finn was so, so close to a seizure, and the way he was acting, it was probably going to be a big one. He twisted in his seat, a hand on Finn’s back. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He murmured quietly, and then cleared his throat to speak to the taxi driver. “Hey! I need you to pull over!”

"What? We're in the middle of nowhere."

“I don’t care. My brother is about to have a seizure, I need you to pull over.”

"You've been taking drugs?" 

“Do you think I’m fucking insane? No, he’s an epileptic.”

He pulled over, less than impressed with the situation and not trusting Fao in the slightest. "What are you doing then? Getting him out of the car? I'm not having him do that shit in here."

“Oh, come on.” Fao grumbled.

Finn didn't give them a choice, his seizure starting despite his desperation to stop it. His hand gripped Fao's tighter, muscles completely in spasm.

“Fuck’s sake.” Fao muttered. Why, in a taxi of all places, did Finn have to seize? And why did he always have his hand in a fucking death grip?

"Is he possessed? Are you sure you've not taken something? He's going to spit on my seat, I'm not having that."

“He’s not possessed, he’s having a seizure.” Fao snapped. “I’ll pay you additional for any cleaning that needs doing, I’m just trying to keep my brother alive right now.”

"Shouldn't you call an ambulance then?"

“Look mate, I’m a doctor, I know what I’m doing.”

Finn relaxed slightly, enough for Fao to steal his hand back. The reprieve didn't last long, his back arching as he kicked the seat in front of him. Blood and spit caught in the back of his throat, just to remind Fao how much danger Finn was always in. Sweat dripped across his forehead and through his shirt, his body exhausted. 

This wasn’t good. Fao struggled to get Finn into a better position, somewhere he was able to maintain his airway a little better. It was awkward in a confined space, and Fao checked the time. It always felt like hours watching Finn seize, when in reality it wasn’t long at all. 

They were lucky, in the end, Finn's seizure self resolving. He grew heavier against Fao as he began to relax, his head lolling forward. 

Thank fuck. Fao still wasn’t happy with the whole situation, but at least it was over for now. He wasn’t convinced Finn wasn’t going to have another seizure, and so he rubbed his brother’s arm. “Well done, Finn. You’re okay.”

He gave a quiet groan, pressing closer to Fao. The radio was too loud, the light too bright. He felt sick, beyond exhausted, and everything hurt. The taste of blood on his tongue made him retch, spitting out what he could. 

Fao winced. “Finn, careful.” He murmured, glancing around for a tissue. This taxi ride was going to cost a lot of money, clearly.

"You need to get out if he's going to be sick."

“Come on mate, can’t you just get us home?”

"You're going home after that?"

“He needs to be at home.”

"He doesn't look okay."

“He’s not, that’s why he needs to go home.”

"Fine. But if he damages my car…" 

“I’ll pay you extra.”

Finn screwed his face up, almost as if he was aware he was talking shit about him. He stretched out again, trying to shake the cramp from his muscles. 

Fao glanced over at him. “You alright?”

He squinted at his brother. Words still hadn't started making sense yet, so he stuck his tongue out, as he always did.

“I know, it’s sore. We’re gonna get home now.”

Finn scrubbed his eyes before dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. "Hurts."

“Yeah, I know.”

Finn sighed heavily, his eyes closing of their own accord. He sat for a few moments before his head dropped forward and he jerked up. He looked up, confused. 

"Oh."

“We’re on our way home.” Fao said gently.

"'m tired."

“Yeah, I know.” Fao said, sounding like a broken record.

"Where's Hars?"

“We left him and Taidgh so we could go home.”

"Why?"

“You weren’t feeling well.”

"Oh. Fuzzy." He agreed. 

“Yeah, it will be a bit. We’re nearly home now, it’s okay.” Fao soothed. 

Before long, they were home. Fao paid the taxi driver generously, enough money for him to come off the road and get his car cleaned. It wasn’t too bad, but he realised it was a bit of a mess, and he couldn’t well take other customers now. Fao felt bad, but it had been a matter of circumstances. He helped his brother into the house, his arm gentle but strong around his waist. He was worried about him, but hopefully a hot shower and bed would help and he’d be better tomorrow. 

[itstheimpossibledream]

Only A Play

Part 5 

Word Count: 2213

Pairing: AU Henry x FemBlack!Reader

Warning:  Smut, Angst, Some fluff

Summary:  Can reader & Henry work out their differences or will they be better apart? Breakup sex? Idk it’s the finale let me know what you think!

“ and that’s when I packed my things and came to New York.” Henry finishes.

 You’d been looking down at your hands, trying not to get lost in his features while he spoke, knowing the tabloids would make a day out of it. Angling the photograph and captioning it something cheesy about ‘love being in the air’ or the fact that you’re ‘just in time for Valentine’s Day’. The dating speculations you could take but, the photographic evidence that made your mom ask questions was a different story entirely.Since the show had opened the two of you toured from interview to interview and then performed at night. The day usually culminating in a needy fuck at his apartment or in your dressing room if he couldn’t wait. You stayed at his place often and while it was still mostly in booty-call  territory, (despite the previous year of apartment crashing and drunk declarations of love) the dinners and breakfasts remained consistent. You answered the interviewer’s questions calmly but,nothing could have prepared you for the final follow up. He turns to Henry, “And so aside from your new relationship(he motions to you),have you made any other friends during your time in New York?” He only hesitated slightly,before answering. He smirks but,the curve of his lip is gone before you know it. “I have really enjoyed working with her, and I hope our artistic relationship will flourish long after this production has ended.” he smiles diplomatically while reaching for your hand.“As far as new friends I believe my doorman Jason and I have gotten pretty close.” he laughs. When he laughs, the whole world laughs with him and the audience is no exception.Eventually , the hours of embarrassment have passed and you’re being rushed back into a cab to Henry’s apartment. 

“So what was that?” you say as he closes the door, sliding into the car behind you. 

“What?” he asks blissfully unaware of your annoyance. 

“That whole continuing relationship thing?”you push.

“I said artistic relationship.” he corrected sternly.

 “ You gave them ammo.” you cut back quickly.

“And so what? Two people in a romantic play together are speculated to date?How awful.” He grumbles. 

“You don’t get to make a choice like that before talking to me about it.”

“It wasn’t a choice, it was the truth.” he quips back sternly.

“A truth that will put the tabloids on my ass.It’s been bad since we opened the show but, you and I both know this is only going to make it worse.” you mirrored his tone, clearly losing your cool at the idea of being followed to your apartment by cameras. 

“Well you can stay with me as long as you need.” He says, firmly setting his jaw.You roll your eyes towards the window, Watching the people who pass by. 

“So, this is what it was about? control ?”

“Please!” He scoffs “I don’t need the paparazzi holding your apartment hostage,to get you to stay at my place.You’re practically there every night anyway.” It comes out sounding like more of a complaint than he had meant for it to. Your blood boils with resentment of his comfortability.You can feel the heaviness in your eyes when the car pulls up to his ‘flat’. A term you had started using sarcastically but had slowly begun to stick. Even now, you despised that while being a convenient fuck , he had permeated your subconscious enough to make you even think to refer to it as a flat. 

“What’s on your mind?” he finally asked, breaking the silence that had been holding court in the elevator. He didn’t sound like he really wanted to know, infact he seemed like he was solely asking for courteous purposes and that was it. You turned your entire body to face him, you could feel that no matter how hard you were trying your face had begun to break. 

“You know, you were right. There’s no reason for me to be here.” your lips upturned in a smile as you saw the glassyness of your eyes reflected in his face. It was an odd pain , not one you could name but, one you knew without a doubt was real. You had shared something special, he knew that. But, anyone could see that the lack of compatibility outside of the bedroom left the relationship forever doomed.He rolled his tongue between his lips and you couldn’t help but think of how blissful the silence was between you two. Someone had to say it, and in true fashion Henry was not strong enough. 

“ What are you talking about?!” He followed behind you into the hallway as you fled the elevator, opening the door to the apartment.

“We aren’t compatible Henry. You don’t get me. My lifestyle, my friends,my choices; you think it’s all a fucking joke or something. Well, it’s not,It’s not a fucking joke.It’s my real life. I know we play and talk about how much money you make but when it comes down to it I’ve never seen you put a red cent to helping anyone else. But, you watch me tithe everything I earn to give back to the communities that raised me. If you wanted to be with me, like really wanted to be with me,you would have already invested yourself in the things I find important. Instead, what you do is stand on red carpet at a black, trans fundraising gala and steal the attention once again.”

“I thought you were mad about the interview, now you’re mad about the gala?!?”

“I’m mad about all of it!��� you screamed directly into his beautifully manicured face. Not an eyelash out of place and yet he still couldn’t contend with the neatening of his moral compass. 

“I’m mad because you center yourself in any safe space for people of color I take you to.I’m mad because you don’t ask for my opinion or consent before doing anything, because you don’t care.Actually, I’m not even mad anymore.I just see it for what it is.”The tears had started to slowly flow now, and while your pride kept you from full on sobs,a total breakdown was on it’s way without a doubt. You removed your bag from your shoulder,sitting it in the chair by the door and headed to your bedroom. You had graduated from the guest bedroom, to mostly staying in Henry’s bed with him, a convenience thing really. 

“And what is it?” he asked , finally unable to continue being berated by you.

“A mistake.” you said calmly, what had to be mere minutes felt like passing hours, the two of you standing there, looking at eachother, seeing the relationship for what it was. 

He spoke first.

“I love you.” his baritone timbre you had become so accustomed to sounded far away, you questioned if you had even heard him clearly.

“I love you, does that not matter to you at all?”he sounded stern, almost scolding you for not immediately reciprocating his affection.

“It’s not real Hen.” you said between tears “Someone who loves me, wouldn’t need me to explain all the ways his privilege consistently harms me. I wouldn’t have to ask him to donate to causes I’m passionate about, causes I’ve devoted my whole life to getting fundraising for. Someone who loves me would not make party conversation about how their black girlfriend has to sleep with a bonnet on.” He was silent,now. He stepped towards you, closing the void of misunderstanding.

“I'm sorry that I ever made you feel as though you aren’t the most important thing in the world to me.” He kissed your forehead, and then on the top of your head. 

He whispered into your hair but, you could feel his voice reverberating  through your curls.

“Can we not fight tonight ?” You exhaled, relaxing the weight of your body into his. You didn’t have to fight anymore because you heard his answer loud and clear. He didn’t want to fight because he couldn’t.  He could not think of something important enough to cause him discomfort,couldn’t think of anything worth his unhappiness. He placed his hands on either side of your face, pulling you in for a kiss. You kissed him back slowly, making up your mind to give in to your emotions for one last time. A spark went through your body as you felt his hands trail their way over your curves. You tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt and he quickly obliged,pulling it over his head. He lightly pushes you towards the bed and when he rolls ontop of you it feels more like a safety net than a sexual maneuver. Even as he undresses you, slowly, kissing over your body. He touches you so gently,assigning value to every square inch of your skin.Before long he’s looking into your eyes as he thrusts into you, rutting his way  inside you of.Your breath hitches as you begin to synchronize your breathing with his, becoming one, breathing as one whole. He held the backs of your knees, pushing them up further into your chest.You cried out at the depth of the new angle and he smiled, moving a hand from the back of your knee to your neck, lightly applying pressure. You loved his hand around your throat, the way his veins looked, the muscles in his arm , all of it. And he knew that, he was pulling out all of his best moves tonight. 

“You’re so bloody beautiful right now.so tight for me.” He murmured close, into your ear. 

His dirty talk alone sent you over the edge but, the added view, from this angle of his body was everything a partner could want. He moaned as he pushed into you , the result of your walls tightening around him. Your spasms brought him over the edge,as he came into you.You latched your nails onto the skin of his back, clawing for safety in his embrace. 

“I love you. I love you.”he said in between kisses as he came down from the high of physical contact. “I love you too.” you returned the words, because they were true and in that moment, nothing could have been more honest.He rolled over onto his back and you snuggled up next to him.

“I do love you” he whispers into your hair. The room is dark,aside from a sliver of light where the moon shone through the blinds. He slowly runs a hand over your hair and down your back.

“Then why haven’t I met your parents yet?” you sighed,turning your head upwards to face him.

The loudest silence of the night fell over the room, that was what made it real to him. He couldn’t deny it anymore. Even he knew, he had never invited you to visit his family, or even out to dinner when they were visiting in the states. You didn’t know if it was that he was embarrassed , or that he just didn’t know how to tell them. You weren’t even upset anymore, as much as you were resigned to the fact that you had to begin putting yourself first, to choose your needs first. And whether you wanted to admit it or not, if you were honest with yourself you knew he wasn’t the one. His brows furrowed and you could tell he was running through every possible response. His hand smoothed it’s way over your hair again and while you had resigned to the fact that it was over you couldn’t help but allow a piece of your heart to break as you saw his eyes become glassy. 

Before long he was fast asleep above you. Henry would be leaving the show, for another movie gig in two weeks but, since the  first rehearsal you hadn’t spent a day without Henry, or Kal for that matter. Sun peeked through the shades as you redressed yourself in the dark , you couldn’t be sure if this was something you wanted, or simply something you knew you had to do. You looked back at that beautiful apartment one more time,and then finally closed the door behind you. You recall the first time you entered the building, that day you had been instructed to bond as you step into the elevator. Watching the city below through the glass,a flicker of light catches your attention, then another and you realize it’s snowing. It had been a full year since the first time you had actually spoken to him. The doorman held the door for you,as you sparked your lighter. Touching the flame to the end of your cig as you stroll down the street.

[angstyaches]

Hey! Here’s the headache request #2 lol

Charlie or shayne (this feels more like Charlie to me, but whatever you feel like!) with an awful headache that is absolutely killer, and it’s lay-on-the-floor-of-the-bathroom-with-the-lights-out-and-cool-washcloth-over-the-forehead-time, except the other one doesn’t know that quite yet until they find them in pain and puking their absolute guts up, which cues lots of gentle caretaking, soft comforting whispers, and maybe camping out on the floor together until the poor kid is able to get some sleep and wake up feeling a little better.

Again, I'm so sorry for losing your original request! I didn't quite make it to the sleep/feeling better, because I felt it come to a natural end.

Word Count: 1458

CW: headache, emeto, demon possession, character needs help moving.

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He gasped deeply, swallowing back a howl of pain. His stomach was lurching under his ribs, unable to still itself under the amount of pressure that radiated from his left temple.

It hurt, it hurt, it hurt so much that he couldn’t believe this was real, he couldn’t believe he’d ever known a time when his head hadn’t felt like it was being drilled into.

With clammy hands, Charlie felt around on the floor for the wet cloth that he’d been holding against his head before the vomiting had set in. It’d been his second course of action, after downing some ibuprofen (which were now swimming in the toilet drain), and before killing the bathroom light. He finally found it and dragged it towards himself, pressing it to his head and holding it up with an elbow on the toilet seat. Usually, he’d have shuddered in dread at the thought of putting a cloth on his face if it had just been sitting on the bathroom floor, but there was no room for pickiness now.

Besides, he was sure the floor had been washed that week. Yeah. Maybe.

An unproductive retch made his throat clench and forced his jaw open. He was almost relieved to think that he was nearing empty; once the nausea passed, he could focus on becoming a reclining statue on the floor again. Most annoying was the fact that the puking was a result of the headache, but was also making it worse.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, the demon CT mumbled, Human bodies make no sense.

“Charlie, you okay?” That was a voice from the real world, specifically from the other side of the bathroom door. “You’ve been gone ages.”

Before he could even entertain the idea of responding, thick chunks rolled up Charlie’s throat and into the water. He dreaded to even begin to think what those chunks once contained.

“Charlie…?”

Before Charlie could protest, CT’s telekinesis kicked it and unlocked the bathroom door. Shit, he thought, flinching at the sound of the door clicking open. He yanked the cloth down over his eyes, desperate to keep his eyes covered.

“Don’t turn on the light,” Charlie hissed, feeling the demon’s energy kicking in to replace that which he’d already lost from his own body. The effort of talking was so intense, like every word was a kick to the inside of his skull with a steel-toed boot. He barely mumbled out a groan as he pushed himself upwards, his whole body thrusting back and forth lightly with the repeated spasms that went through his tummy.

“You’re sick?” Shayne mumbled, clicking the door shut slowly and cutting off the light from the landing.

“Mmhmm…” Charlie reckoned Shayne had figured it out hours ago, despite his best efforts to appear cheerful during the evening. It wasn’t often that Elliott and Felix made the trip out to Mulberry, and the last thing Charlie had wanted was for anyone to be worried about him. “Headache… bad one.”

As expected, Shayne let out a sigh. “You should’ve said something…”

“Please don’t yell at me,” Charlie gasped, saliva running down his chin as he hovered about the toilet seat.

“This is literally as quiet as I can –” Shayne shut himself up with a soft grunt. He knelt beside Charlie. It was obvious that he intended on rubbing his back while he continued to heave over the toilet, but Charlie had other intentions now that his boyfriend was here.

And by boyfriend, he meant human pillow.

The tiles were freezing as he lowered himself to the ground again. He’d sweat so much more since he’d started throwing up, and his clothes were a little damp and felt disgusting against his skin.

He didn’t really care about the rest of his body, though, as long as he could lay his head in Shayne’s lap. Shivers ran down his back, direct waves of tension that trickled down from his skull.

Charlie whined, low in his throat, as Shayne brushed his hair back from his forehead and laid the cloth across it. His fingers moved slowly and gently as always. It was as though Shayne believed Charlie’s skull was made of eggshell, and that it might have cracked and collapsed inwards if it was put under any serious amount of pressure.

Whereas honestly, it felt more like his head might crack from the pressure coming from the inside.

Even as he was lying still, Charlie felt like his head was being wrenched to the side, as though he was nailed to a turntable that was set spinning slowly. Only the sensation of Shayne playing with his hair kept him somewhat grounded, and even that didn’t feel like nearly enough.

“Just cut it off.” His voice was getting higher as time went on, like he was an old tea kettle slowly coming to the boil. “I want it gone, just – just chop it off.”

Shayne frowned. “Your hair?”

“My fucking head!”

“Sssshhhh…” Shayne’s fingertips glided down the nape of Charlie’s neck. In contrast to the light touch, Charlie could feel his own muscles tensing up, hard as rocks. Every inch of his body was reacting to the pain which, in itself, only really took up about one inch of his skull. "It's okay."

“It's not! I hate this,” he whimpered.

“I know...”

A low groan from the pit of his stomach alerted him to the fact that the convulsions were traveling through his insides again, and he choked on a sob. His head was still in pain after laying it in Shayne’s lap, but it was the most comfortable he’d been in ages. He didn’t want to get on his knees again and lose even more of his dinner.

His chest tightened with a hiccup. Shayne cupped a hand around his shoulder, ready to help him back up.

Charlie tried to hum in protest, but squeezed his lips together upon tasting acid on his tongue. His spine jerked him forward, curling him up even tighter. The cloth dropped off of his forehead again, but this time Shayne grabbed it before it could sit on the tiles for too long.

“Charlie –”

“I c-can’t, I can’t sit up!” He clapped a hand over his lips as his stomach clenched again.

“I’m so sorry, Charlie, just remember I love you.”

“Wh-wha –?” The floor suddenly seemed to tilt in the opposite direction, or maybe it was entire fucking planet, because Charlie suddenly didn’t know which way was up or down. He felt Shayne pulling his arm up around the back of his neck, dragging him to his knees and draping him over the toilet seat. Charlie could barely see for the stars exploding in his vision, but when sickly liquid clawed its way up his throat, he heard it hit another body of liquid at the bottom of the bowl. “Fuck…”

“You’re okay,” Shayne whispered, right next to his face. Charlie’s chin was practically resting on his shoulder. His arm was draped over Shayne’s other shoulder, like he was injured and being dragged off the battlefield.

He felt another wave of nausea bubble up under his ribs, his stomach letting out an uneasy gurgle. Charlie shut his eyes as a mouthful of bile stung his throat before cascading out of him. Needles of white-hot pain shot through his head.

A gentle knock on the door sounded like an elephant being dropped on the landing.

“Fuck – what?” Shayne hissed, turning his head to project his voice away from Charlie’s delicate eardrums.

“Is everything okay?” a voice asked from the other side of the door. Sounded like Felix. “Do you… need anything?”

Part of Charlie wanted to beg for some more ibuprofen to kill the agony in his head, but another wrenching pain in his gut told him it wouldn’t stay down this time either. He heard Shayne hesitate, probably having the same realisation.

“Water might be good,” Shayne said back.

“Blanket,” Charlie choked out softly. He had a horrible feeling he wouldn’t be moving from the tiles for a long time yet.

Shayne sighed again, rubbing a hand along Charlie’s spine. “And the blanket from the sofa, Fee.”

After chucking up another sliver of whatever was still in his stomach, Charlie turned his head and nuzzled into the hollow between Shayne’s shoulder and neck. His body would have crumpled to the ground if it hadn’t been practically tangled up with Shayne’s.

“P-please don’leave me,” he mumbled, realising his was slurring his words.

“Love,” Shayne whispered, sighing in the way he did that let Charlie know he’d just said something mildly infuriating. He wrapped an arm around Charlie’s waist and pulled him even closer, taking even more of his weight now that the sporadic vomiting seemed to have stopped. For now. “I’d never dream of it.”

[amerrierworld]

You’re Being Whiny

for the request: dom!debbie with a brat reader

Summary: You’ve been touch-starved, and Debbie barely seems to notice, so you try to get her attention.

Characters: Debbie Ocean x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,022

Warnings: SMUT. dom/sub elements. spanking, some degradation. rough!Debbie and then she softens a lil’

“Get dressed,” Debbie said, poking her head into the bedroom, where you were digging through your wardrobe. 

“What do I wear?” you asked, nearly hysterical in the stress of deciding on an outfit, but Debbie was already gone from the room. You frowned as you were left alone, again.

You had been left alone all day, in fact. Sure, you lived together, but Debbie had been so cooped up with some kind of job that you had barely even gotten a conversation out of her. Let alone had sex. 

She never let you in on the details of her job, because if she ever got caught, it be best if you weren’t involved, so you let her be. But Jesus, a little care and attention for you would be nice. You did your best to be there for her when she was so hyper fixated on other things, but all that’s been causing was extra stress on both your minds.

And today you had a big event to go to as a couple, but rather than excitement building up, Debbie had barely mentioned it until this morning. She was so taken by her work that you had ended up forgetting it entirely. And now you suddenly had to pick something to wear, and that stressed your already-grumpy mind out to no end.

You pursed your lips, feeling extra bratty today, wondering if you’d be able to make Debbie look at you just a little more, and grabbed a short crop top, and an even shorter denim skirt. Some ridiculous heels added on should do the trick. 

You stepped out to the main hallway where Debbie was reaching for her keys. Hair curled softly, makeup bold but sensual. She was wrapped in her thick, black coat, and her bare legs underneath suggested she was wearing a dress. You wondered which one, and were about to ask when she finally looked up at you and her eyes flashed something furious.

“You are not going out in that,” Debbie scoffed, raking her eyes over your form. 

“Why not?” you grumbled, looking down and tugging at the skirt, “isn’t it good enough for you?”

A hand grasped your wrist and the other your chin, forcing your eyes to meet hers.

“You’re being whiny, Y/N,” Debbie snapped, “you know better than to dress like that for a gala dinner. Go change, now.”

You pouted dramatically, tugging your hand away and crossing them over your barely-covered chest. You didn’t budge from your spot.

A slim eyebrow raised slowly at your defiance, and you found yourself getting nervous as Debbie calculated what to do next. You chewed your lip and hoped she’d lay you over her lap, or maybe take out the restraints that had been laying unused in your drawers for far too long.

“Fine,” she said sternly, turning around, heels clicking on the floor. “You can stay home then.”

Wait. No. That wasn’t what you wanted. The gala was a big one, one that you had been looking forward to. You only wanted to have Debbie give you a bit more attention, because you needed it. 

“No!” you replied, clenching your fists by your sides. Oh, you really were whining now. 

Debbie halted, slowly, and turned back. Her hand undid the buckle of her coat and shrugged it off, revealing a backless burgundy dress that shimmered as she  walked. It was one of your personal favourite looks on her. 

She undid her heels, taking her sweet time. You glanced at the nearest clock, hoping this wouldn’t make you late. Debbie hated being late.

Once she was barefoot, she neared you and set her hands on her hips.

“Tell me what’s going on,” she demanded, her tone chilly, “why are you being such a brat all of a sudden?”

“I’m not being a brat,” you protested, grumbling, “you just don’t like my outfit.”

Debbie’s lips pursed into a firm line and she took a deep breath. There was a brief pause, and you didn’t dare break eye contact, wondering if it would also   break the sizzling electricity you felt in the air. 

“Is that all?” Debbie asked, nonchalantly. You nodded, shrugged, looked down, feeling smaller than you did a minute ago.

That clearly didn’t please your girlfriend, because a firm tug on your arm spun you around. You caught yourself, hands flat against the cold wall, and squeaked  in surprise as Debbie began pulling your skirt down.

“I clearly haven’t taught you anything about fashion if this is what you choose. Christ, Y/N, you went to the Met with us for crying out loud,” she growled. The denim skirt came off. You hadn’t bothered with underwear because the outfit had been for show, but it only managed to anger her more that you seemingly were planning to go commando. 

She slapped your ass without hesitation and you gasped, back arching, toes aching in the heels. A handful of spanks on your cheeks left your legs trembling, fingernails scrabbling against the wall. 

“I’ve been working, hard,” Debbie chastised, rubbing a firm palm over your reddened ass, “constantly. And what do you do, hm? Distract me every. Single. Time.”

Her hand struck you three times, sharply, and painfully. You bit into your lip and whined, loudly, ass raising involuntarily.

“Oh, sweetie, have I really been neglecting you that much?” she tutted, fingers running through your slick that was obviously sliding down your thighs. “You’re such a needy slut, little girl.”

“No!” you cried again, head down and eyes screwed shut. The spanking stopped. 

“No?”

Debbie turned you again, pressing your back flat against the wall. Her arms framed you, leaving no room to escape.

“You’re telling me that you’re not acting like a whore to distract me? Acting like an insolent brat?”

You shook your head, eyes stinging, barely making out the words, “w-wanted... a-attention.”

“Oh, so I haven’t been giving you enough attention?” Debbie replied, a mocking tone in her voice.

“You’ve been s-so... busy,” you whimpered, because Debbie’s hand was rubbing over your exposed middle, dipping down to your cunt but only lightly. “N-never get to see you.”

Debbie frowned, “I’m here every day, baby. I barely leave the house. What do you mean you never get to see me?”

Your hips rocked against her hand, and her thumb barely brushed your clit but the suddenness of it made you cry out, unabashedly.

“Never get that,” you sucked in a breath, “b-been so long since... since...”

Debbie rubbed a little firmer, and your voice reduced down to a collection of whimpers and breathy moans.

“I forgot how whiny you get when horny,” Debbie was grinning, you  barely could see it through your half-lidded eyes.

“N-not whiny,” you muttered, hips canting upwards. 

“Bedroom, little girl,” Debbie tutted, pulling away, “you’re talking back an awful lot today.”

You bit your lip to keep from protesting again, and went to the bedroom as she asked. There was still a pile of your clothes on the bed from where you couldn’t decide what to wear. 

“You’ve made a mess,” Debbie scolded, approaching you from behind and grabbing your hair with a firm tug.

“S-sorry..”

Warm lips sucked at your neck and your knees nearly buckled from the sensation. She quickly caught you before you were on the floor. Bliss coursed through your veins at the feeling of Debbie touching you, stroking you, and you barely noticed her taking off your top until her hands cupped your bare breasts. 

She sat down on the edge of the bed, pushing a few clothes out of the way and beckoning you closer.

The heels felt cumbersome now. She didn’t say you could take them off, so you didn’t. You towered over Debbie, but felt entirely under her control and the attention her eyes gave your body made you shiver. 

Then she leaned forward. A hand slid from your hip to the small of your back, and she pulled you to straddle her thigh. The dark fabric had ridden up so that your cunt was pressed against Debbie’s heated skin, and you choked out at the feeling, burying your face in her neck and the hair that sat there, smelling sweet and clean. 

You wanted to move, grind, fuck yourself against her thigh, but she hadn’t given you permission. Debbie took the time running her hands over your back, feeling your neglected skin, feeling your muscles spasm and tremble underneath her fingertips. She kneaded at your sore ass and chuckled darkly at the pained moan that escaped you.

“I could give you all the attention, right here, sweetheart,” she murmured in your ear, raking her nails over the abused skin, and you felt yourself getting wetter by the second, “but that's gonna make us late for the event. What do you think everyone is gonna assume when we show up late, and you’re covered in hickeys and bruises, hm?”

Your face flushed with embarrassment at the thought, and your hips rocked slightly, your clit on fire.

“So you better be on your best behaviour tonight, be a good girl, not be needy, and maybe I’ll let you have a go at pleasing me tonight, hm? Would you like that?”

“Yes,” you gasped, hands grabbing her shoulders, holding on for dear life.

“Go on then, sweetie,” Debbie urged, “you can move. Show me how much you want it.”

She had just barely given you permission and you already started moving, rocking up and down her thigh, feeling the hard muscle tense underneath you as you chased your release. Her hands gripped your hipbones with bruising strength, helping you move, occasionally slapping your ass again, making pleasure spark in your core. 

“Such a good girl,” she grinned as you tossed your head back, “remind me who you belong to.”

“You..” you whimpered.

“And who do you obey?”

“You,” you repeated, feeling heated as her hands kneaded your ass again. A sharp smack drew a hard moan from you.

“And who never leaves her baby girl neglected, even when she's busy?”

“Y-you,” you were gasping, panting now, “I’m s-sorry.. I’m sorry, I’m sorry..”

“Hush,” she tutted, and her hand slipped down to press against your clit, “let it feel good, baby. I’m here.”

You came with a deep, guttural moan, body arching and spasming, toes digging into your heels as you rode out your orgasm on Debbie’s thigh. She rubbed your trembling thighs, soothingly, as you came back down to earth to her grinning at you with adoration in her eyes.

“I’m sorry for being distracting,” you managed to say between deep breaths. Debbie cupped your neck and pulled you in for a deep, loving kiss.

“No, I’m sorry for making you feel ignored,” she said, “I’ll do my best to not let it happen again. But perhaps you could just tell me next time? Rather than dressing like.. well, not like you were going to a luxury dinner event.”

You nodded, and then you paled a little at the realization that you had definitely made the both of you late for it.

“It’s.. the time..”

“It’s alright, we have time,” Debbie cooed, “we’re not supposed to be there until 8.”

Your mouth dropped open. It was barely 6:30. 

“You said it was at 7!” you spluttered.

“Because I knew you’d take forever to get ready,” Debbie grinned at your indignant expression. She rubbed at your cheek until your face softened again.

“Come on, I’ll help you get ready,” she urged you to get up. “Go take a shower. I’ll get your black jumpsuit out, that with those heels will look good, don’t you think?”

You nodded, blushing with happiness and content as Debbie began digging through your pile of clothes. Before you went to the bathroom you wrapped your arms around Debbie’s middle and kissed her neck.

“Love you,” you murmured, “won’t be long.”

Debbie laughed, turning and kissing you again, “I know you won’t. You’ll be sorry if you are.”

She pinched your ass teasingly and you squeaked, before she swallowed the sound with a hard kiss,

“Go on, otherwise we’ll never get out of this bedroom.”

A/N: Sandra Bullock really is just a work of art, isn’t she?