#jesus FUCK I didn't expect to finish this tonight

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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 1 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: After Bradley finally breaks things off with his girlfriend just days before the start of a deployment, he expects a few lonely months of nobody writing to him or waiting for his return. But the fateful arrival of a package from a class of fourth graders learning about aviation changes everything.

Warnings: Fluff, language, breakup angst

Length: 2200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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Bradley had his duffle bag open on his bed, tidy stacks of his uniform components, flight suits, and underwear lined up next to it. He had his checklist in front of him. He liked to be as organized as possible.

"Are you even listening to me? I thought we were going out to dinner."

He looked up from his partially packed toiletry bag into the annoyed eyes of Vanessa where she stood on the other side of the bed. He was seven months into this relationship, and sometimes he wondered why either of them still bothered. She knew his routine by now. She knew what his deployments were like, but she had absolutely no patience for any of it.

"Ness, I'm leaving in four days. I just need to focus on this for a few minutes so I know what I need to buy before Wednesday, and then we can go out and eat."

"It's already seven o'clock. I thought you'd have finished packing by now," she replied with a pout and a glare. "Every nice restaurant is going to have a long wait now, because I'm just going to go ahead and assume that you didn't make a reservation anywhere."

He took a deep breath and let it out before pressing his lips together. What he really wanted was to order something for delivery, cuddle on the couch, watch a movie and have the first round of hot, goodbye sex. But she'd never go for it now. Apparently he'd already fucked up for the night. 

"No, I didn't make a reservation," he said calmly, and she rolled her eyes and reached for her phone. "I really don't even feel like going out. I'll be gone for months, stuck in a tiny bunk or a loud mess hall. I'd like to stay in tonight where it's quiet. Just me and you."

But she wasn't listening at all. "Let me see if Woodmere has any tables left," she muttered. "If not there, then I can try The Landmark." She looked as beautiful as she always did, but he couldn't even stand the sight of her right now.

"Ness. I want to stay in."

She groaned and looked him in the eye. "Of course you do. You always want to stay in. You always want to decompress or read a book. That's not healthy, you know that, right? I shouldn't have to force you out of your comfort zone all the time."

"Fuck," he grunted, running his fingers through his hair. His job was demanding, both mentally and physically. He usually preferred quiet over loud, because his own thoughts started to buzz when she dragged him out all over the place. And now she was glaring at him again. "Are you even going to miss me?" he asked softly, afraid of the answer. "You haven't said so one time since I told you about this deployment."

She heaved a deep and annoyed sigh. "You're deployed so frequently, Bradley, it's like you're the government's bitch. And if the Navy is going to insist upon eating up taxpayer money, the least they could do is pay you more."

His skin started to crawl as she went off about his career like always, but he'd honestly had enough. He raised his voice louder and asked once again, "Are you even going to miss me?"

Vanessa scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Of course I'm going to miss you. What kind of question is that? I'll be bored every weekend, waiting for you to get back, like usual. I almost never go out when you're deployed."

Bradley's heart started to pound in a way that made his palms sweat and his stomach turn. "Jesus, Vanessa. I asked if you're going to miss me. Not miss going out every weekend."

When she hesitated for a beat, he reached out to brace his hand on his headboard. "Yes, Bradley. I am going to miss you. Okay? Happy?"

"Fuck, no. I'm not happy Vanessa." And that was the bottom line right there. The absolute truth. And it didn't hurt to say it, rather he immediately felt better. He knew he would miss the sporadic emails and the phone calls and the dirty pictures and the reunion sex. The upcoming weeks would be harder without those things to look forward to, but at least he'd come home to his own place where he could do what he wanted instead of what he was told. He wouldn't have to listen to her negativity. "I think we need to break up."

Her eyes went wide with shock. "Excuse me?"

Bradley let go of the bed and ran his hand over his face. "You heard me, Ness. This isn't working. For either of us."

"Don't call me Ness," she snapped, immediately turning toward his bedroom door. "You're not my boyfriend anymore." She paused briefly, just long enough to say, "Fuck you," and then she was gone. 

He sat on the edge of his bed for a couple minutes, but it didn't take long to sort through his feelings. The immediate sense of calm that he felt had him convinced he'd done the right thing. There was no shared living space. There was no ring. There was no real commitment. Maybe he'd always known why that was the case. 

So he packed up his bag and made a shopping list, and when his stomach started to growl, he ordered dinner for himself from his favorite restaurant. He didn't cry, and he didn't worry about having to do anything he didn't want to do.

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The first few weeks of his deployment were great. He spent a lot of time in the air, and he flirted a bit with some of the women who approached him in the gym on the aircraft carrier. He jerked off while he thought about whomever he fucking wanted to. He didn't spend very much time reflecting on his relationship with Vanessa other than to acknowledge that it wasn't much of a relationship at all. In the moments where he thought maybe he missed her, he realized he just missed the idea of having someone who cared about him.

He was about a month in when he realized the attractive woman who always touched his arm in the gym was actually married, and he was not all about that. He was also maybe kind of getting tired of masturbating which was a depressing thought. He was bored, and he was lonely, and other than randomly hooking up with someone, he figured his best bet was finding a book or something to read. 

When he made his way to dinner, he heard everyone talking about the helicopter that had landed on deck less than an hour ago stacked full of containers of mail. There was a line of officers trailing down the hallway adjacent to the mess hall, everyone waiting patiently to pick up parcels from their loved ones. Since Bradley had basically nobody who would think to write to him, he made his way toward the food instead. 

His tray was piled high with everything he could get his hands on, and when he looked for somewhere to sit, he had to deftly avoid that stacked lieutenant who had a husband at home. He found a table off in the corner and devoured his dinner alone. When he stood to drop off his empty dishes and tray, some petty officers entered the cavernous room to drop off unclaimed mail. 

"Harper, Jonathan! Pauley, Vincent! Dixon, Jennifer! Sutter, Wesley! Bradshaw, Bradley!"

He was more than a little intrigued as he made his way up along with a handful of others, and then a white envelope and a small cardboard box were thrust into his hands. The envelope was addressed to him by name in familiar chicken scratch that made him smile. He shouldn't have counted Natasha out, especially when his birthday was in a few days. 

He tore into the envelope as he made his way back to his bunk. It contained a very short letter along with a coupon for buy one get one free steak dinners at her favorite restaurant with a post-it stuck to the back. 

This is your birthday present. Now when you take me out for my birthday when you get home, you only have to pay half as much. You're welcome.

He snorted as he unlocked his bunk door and tossed everything from Nat onto the small nightstand. And then he examined the box. It wasn't addressed to him. Not really. It was addressed to 'A Deployed US Naval Aviator' in tidy handwriting. Then he noticed the return address was from an elementary school in Mira Mesa, and his curiosity got the best of him.

Bradley sat on the edge of his bed and tore gently into the packaging to find the box was jam packed with items and overflowing with envelopes. He tipped the box, and everything went cascading out onto his narrow bed. There were a lot of snacks, and a pack of trail mix caught his eye, making his stomach growl.

"I just fed you," he muttered but ripped into the snack anyway, dumping half of it into his mouth in one go. He was eyeing the envelopes carefully, each one distinctly unique. Some had names written on them, and some had little doodles or pictures, but they definitely seemed to be from a class of kids who went to the school. He sifted through them until he found a slightly larger, more official looking envelope which once again said To: A Deployed US Naval Aviator.

He finished his snack, silently thanking the class of kids and their teacher, and then he opened the big envelope. He pulled out a typed up letter which was folded around a few photos that slid onto his lap. Then he started to read.

Dear United States Naval Aviator,

First of all, thank you for your service. Second, let us introduce ourselves. We are one of the fourth grade classes from Mira Mesa Elementary School, and we have been learning all about aviation for the last month or so. We have combined our science, math and social studies classes into one unit all about flying, and we have learned so much. We really wanted to share some of what we learned with you in the hopes that you might be able to help us learn even more!

Each student in the class has included a letter filled with information and some questions. If you have some free time and are inclined to do so, we would love to hear back from you. (No pressure!) There are plenty of thoughtful questions that my students would appreciate more information about. (Once again, only if you want to!) And I for one would love to give them the chance to show off what they learned to a professional. (I'm just a proud teacher!)

Thank you very much for indulging our curiosity thus far, and we hope to hear back from you. I'll include my email address just in case you have any questions or would prefer to reply that way. Otherwise you can send mail directly to the address for the school along with my name, and it will get to us. We hope we are about to dazzle you with our letters, and we wish you well on your deployment.

Sincerely,

The best fourth graders you will ever meet along with their teacher

Bradley was chuckling as he finished reading. Of course he would take the time to look at all of the notes from the kids and send back a response. It wasn't like he'd be tied up talking to Vanessa. This little project would keep him busy when he had nothing else to do, and besides, this was the kind of shit he would have thought was outlandishly cool when he was a fourth grader himself. 

He read and reread the name and accompanying email address at the bottom of the page. This teacher sounded charming, and he'd only read three paragraphs from her. He flipped the page over to double check that she hadn't written anything more, already wishing she had. Then he picked up the photos that had landed on his thigh and started to flip through them.

First he saw a group of kids outside in the bright San Diego sunlight, lined up and throwing paper airplanes. Then he flipped to one where some of the kids were sitting at their desks building more elaborate planes out of pieces of foam. There was another photo of the class on some sort of field trip, but it was the last photo in the stack that had him sitting up a little taller and taking a closer look.

"Damn."

The kids were all lined up once again, wearing a rainbow of colors, some making silly faces. But his eyes caught on their teacher. On you. Smiling back at him from the photo like you had an amusing secret. Like you wanted to share it with him.

"Fucking gorgeous."

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And, we're off. Oh, he thinks we are cute. Oh, he is about to be charmed even more. Thanks for pushing me out of my comfort zone a little bit with this one, and thank you @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 2

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request a Poly!plastic x reader where the reader is a hockey player at northsore and its hockey szn so every player on the team has to where a suit for a big game coming up but the plastics think reader looks so fucking hot in the suit and might pull them away for a quick make out sesh 🌝 because who would let there girlfriend walk around looking that good without doing something 🤭

Time to Shine part 1

part 2 ||

|| poly!plastics x genderfluid!reader

|| Warnings; public make out session, flirting, pretty Regina focused, hinted at sex, swearing, short drabble, light smut

|| Summary; when reader shows up at school after practice in a suit, they're meet with three needy girlfriends.

Requests open!

Started; october 28th

Finished; october 28th

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Hockey season. You were hyped, you'd been waiting all year for this. This was your time to shine. When you came into school that afternoon wearing a suit after some practice before a big game, your girlfriends nearly lost it. They'd never seen you in a suit before and they definitely weren't complaining. Regina was the first to speak up about it when they walked over to you.

"Jesus Christ, come here." She practically purred, you swore there was more desire in her eyes than normal. Which made you smirk a little.

"What was that?" You couldn't help but tease your favourite blonde.

"Mama, you're going to come to school dressed like that and expect us not to drool? You're like- the definition of fetch right now." Gretchen couldn't take her eyes off you. You laughed a little and looked to Karen, whose eyes were wide and her mouth open.

"Sorry did you say something?" She blinked after a moment, Regina rolled her eyes.

"Don't make me repeat myself." You looked to Regina, whose eyes were now narrowed at you and you grinned. Easily moving closer to her. She grabbed you by the collar of your suit and dragged you to the closest bathroom. The other two following eagerly behind.

When you got there, Regina shoved you into a stall and down onto the toilet before straddling your lap. Her hands cupped your cheeks as she caught your lips in a desperate, needy kiss.

Gretchen and Karen followed after; the four of you cramped up in one stall. While Regina kissed you, Gretchen and Karen kept themselves occupied with each other. Lips moving in sync. Luckily the bathroom happened to be empty, so nobody could hear the soft grunts and moans they made. Regina's hands went to your suit, working to pull it away from your shoulder and leave you in the button up. She broke the kiss, biting your lower lip to get a gasp out of you. Your eyes were already clouded over with desire.

"Fuck you're so hot in red.." Regina muttered, taking in the sight of your red button up. You grinned at her and leaned back.

"I look better without it." If she was going to flirt with you, you were going to flirt right back. She matched your grin and started getting the buttons undone, kissing at your neck. Gretchen came over and leaned up against Regina's back, giving you a deep kiss while Karen kissed at Gretchen's neck. More little moans echoed off the stall. How nobody could hear you you didn't know, you were just grateful the halls seemed to be empty.

The four of you only stopped because of the bell ringing, knowing that the bathrooms get pretty filled during transition times. Regina glared towards the ceiling, she really hated that bell.

"Fuck." She muttered, she looked to you and pointed her finger on your chest," you better keep that on tonight."

"Yes, ma'am." You gave her a joking salute, which got a laugh out of Karen. Knowing you were definitely in for a night.

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Teach Me Tonight - Part 8

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Deleted Scene] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Deleted Scene] Part 8:

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (3k)

Tags: Smut, Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Porn with a little plot, Virgin!Carmy, Masturbation, Fingering, Pegging, Thigh Riding, Fluff, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Summary:

(by popular demand and because I think I learnt something about myself lmao)

You walked inside the apartment after a night out with your friends that had left you a little tipsy. It was late and everything was dark. You took your shoes off and padded around, hoping you didn't wake up Carmy.

As you approached the bedroom you could hear some rustling and humming inside. You cracked the door open a little. With the glow of the moon and the streetlights you could make out the silhouette of Carmy lying in bed, hair damp from the shower and head tilted back in pleasure. A soft moan escaped his lips.

You smiled. It wasn't the first time you had walked in on him masturbating. Sometimes it would happen that he would get back from work, find you sleeping and touch himself beside you - you had woken up twice for the end of it, sleepily kissing his face and saying how good he had been, and falling back asleep. Another time in the shower, you walked in and helped him finish. He had seen you too a couple of times - one had ended with his head between your legs. Bottomline, it wasn't an issue - more often than not it was a serious turn on. And so you leaned on the doorframe, quiet and careful not to interrupt Carmy, looking at how beautiful he looked in the pale moonlight. Except he turned over and instead of seeing him holding his cock like you expected, you saw him curling two fingers inside his asshole, all digits shiny with lube, his back arching in pleasure as he got on all fours.

"Fuck," he whined, a strong exhale followed by your name.

You pressed your thighs together, your heartbeat racing, enjoying the sight more than you ever thought you would.

Carmy kept arching into himself and you recognized the frustration of not being able to reach your climax. After some moments of thought you decided to walk in.

"Carm," you said, your voice low. "Can I help?"

"Fuck," he uttered, slightly surprised. He was sweaty and desperate and it stirred something inside you. "Fuck, sorry, you don't have to-"

"I know, I want to."

He handed you the bottle of lube and you warmed it up in your right hand, coating every finger. With your left hand, you tugged on his wrist, prying the fingers that were deep inside him, out.

"Please, please," he begged.

"It's okay, I'll take care of you," you leaned over, kissing the base of his spine, the pretty dimples he had there. Carmy keened once every finger was out and you soothed his back and waist, appreciating the view from this angle you rarely enjoyed. "Tell me if I'm hurting you," it was an ongoing agreement between you two but it was always nice to remind each other, especially when he was as desperate as this.

"Yes," he panted.

Carefully, you inserted your index and middle fingers, following what he had been doing before - your hands were smaller anyway. The sharp moan he let out was unlike any sound you had ever heard him make and it electrified you down to your toes.

"Holy shit, Carmy," you mumbled.

You were cautious, going slow, knuckle by knuckle,  but he thrust back into your hand.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he cursed, and started fucking himself into your fingers, squeezing, his back muscles flexing. "Thank you, thank you."

After a while of that, his rhythm started faltering and that frustrated sound came back, you leaned over and whispered:

"Tell me how you want it."

Carmy exhaled, stopping mid-thrust to recover his breath.

"Can you- shit, fuck- can you move your fingers?"

"Like you do with me?" you asked, remembering the delicious waves his fingers made inside you.

"Exactly like that," he chuckled and leaned back to caress your forearm.

You moved your fingers like he asked, changing the rhythm until it was something Carmy enjoyed. Your wrist cramped, unaccustomed to the motion, and when you shifted and started over, Carmy let out a cry of absolute bliss.

"Oh," you marveled, trying to touch the same spot again.

"Right fucking there, please, please, please..." he begged and you were so happy to give him everything he wanted. Your underwear was soaked with the noises he was making.

"You're doing so good, Carmy," you said.

His hand reached behind to touch you, anything, your thigh, your arm, and squeeze the hell out of it while his asshole clenched around your fingers.

"I'm so close," he fell face forward, his ass up as you kept hitting that same spot. "Feels so good."

Some primal part of you awoke, and you leaned forward to grab his hair and pull on it, not too hard, just enough to push him over the edge.

"Jesus, fuck, holy shit," he said, followed by some unintelligible noises that were probably curses too, and he came hard - shaking and panting.

You smiled, keeping your fingers in there and moving until he asked you to stop. You kissed his dimples again and went inside the bathroom to wash your hands and get some wipes. Gently, you moved Carmy to lie on his side and cleaned his ass, and the mess of cum on his stomach and chest. You laid beside him on the bed, him stark naked and you fully clothed.

"Baby, baby, baby," he mumbled, his eyes glazed and fucked out, caressing your thigh, beckoning you closer so he could kiss you. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Thank you."

You kissed him deeply, passionately, with all the hunger he had made you feel while you fingered him. Then you pressed a chaste peck on his jaw.

"What're you sorry for, Carm?" you asked softly.

"I didn't mean to force you to-"

"You didn't force me. You've never forced me to do anything," you said, carding your fingers through his hair. "I don't think you have it in you, Berzatto," you teased.

He smiled lazily.

"How'd this all come up?" you asked after a while, still caressing his face and hair.

He reached over you to his bedside table and handed you the sex book you had gifted him months and months ago when you first started fucking. The covers were worn in and there were several dog eared pages; one was on prostate stimulation.

"I know you meant it as a joke," he smiled bashfully. "But it got me thinking- And I wanted to try it out myself before saying something," he explained. "Didn't mean to leave you out of it or anything."

You kissed him again, tenderly this time. It was such a vulnerable thing and he was willing to share it with you. You caressed his shoulders and chest.

"So did you like it?" you asked against his lips.

Carmy nodded. "It was fucking fire."

"Well, I thought it was unbelievably hot too, so..." you confessed.

Carmy hummed softly, almost purring as he leaned forward to kiss you. His hands teased at the belt loops of your jeans, inching closer and closer to the button and zipper.

"There's no need, Carm," you whispered; you could tell he was completely wiped out.

"I want to. I want to," he got rid of your jeans and underwear with shaky hands. "I'm just gonna say thank you real quick."

He went down your body and placed himself between your thighs, hoisting your legs over his shoulders.

"Oh, you really thought it was hot," he gasped, the proof of it glistening right in front of him.

"I wouldn't lie about that," you chuckled, already bucking your hips at the feeling of his breath on your skin.

"Good," he said.

He closed his eyes as he licked and sucked and kissed you, giddy and glowing from his orgasm. You let go, enjoying all of it, caressing his face and feeling the tight knot of anticipation in you unravel fast. You came with a sigh, gently grinding on his nose, feeling weightless.

Carmy climbed back up, and put his head on his hand. He looked at you.

"What is it?" you asked, smiling.

"Would you-" he turned away for a moment, embarrassed. "Would you ever consider- uh- fucking me?"

Your heart skipped a beat and you could feel the fire in your lower belly reigniting.

"I'll definitely think about it, Carm."

~

You knocked on the backdoor to the restaurant and Richie opened it, backpack in tow.

"Hey, there," he greeted you, kissing your cheek, and let you in. "Mr OCD is almost done with his deep clean."

The kitchen was almost empty. Syd was picking up her stuff - with a smile and a roll of her eyes she pointed to where Carmy was, kneeling and scrubbing.

You had seen him clean the floor before, except now finding him on his knees reminded you of a few nights before when he was on all fours, keening with every move your fingers made, arching his back...

"Oh, hey," he looked up and smiled at you. "Why are you here? You okay?"

"Yeah," you said, trying to hide the blush on your face with your scarf. "You said you'd meet me like half an hour ago, is all."

Carmy tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows.

"That can't be right," he turned to the clock. "Shit. Syd's still here?"

"She just left."

"I'm sorry, lost track of time," he got up and started picking everything up.

Once every light was off, you stood there in the doorway waiting for him. He had to scoot close to you to get through; your eyes wandered over his body.

"What?" he chuckled.

"Just thinking about how good you look on your knees," you flirted.

He laughed and kissed you hungrily against the doorframe.

"I'll do it. I'll fuck you whenever you want," you said, your cold hands finding the skin of his waist. "I mean it."

He ground against you, humming with pleasure.

"Fuck," his voice was hoarse. "Next week okay?"

"Next week works for me," you said playfully before licking his lower lip.

He kissed you one last time before he pulled away to lock the door. You shivered a little in the Chicago cold and Carmy put an arm around you.

~

Carmy guided you to stand by the bed; he sat in front of you, caressing the side of your hips and thighs, something adoring in his gaze.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yeah," you replied, your voice breathy with nerves and need.

"Okay."

He placed a kiss in the valley between your breasts, inhaling you deep, and then leaned sideways to retrieve the harness from his bedside table. He secured the strap on carefully to your hips. You watched him work, the way his hands moved over and around you, the way his eyes lit up when he looked up at you. You cupped his face.

"And you? You sure?" your thumb circled his cheekbone.

He smiled and kissed your palm. "Yeah."

You finally took your eyes off of him and glanced at the dildo. Carmy had chosen it. It was on the shorter and slimmer side, which was a relief in a way - the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him in the heat of the moment. You touched the side of it experimentally.

"All good?" he asked, tilting his head.

"A little weird," you replied honestly. You took a step further between his legs, your nails scratching gently at his muscled back. "Want to make you feel good so bad," you said in a raspy voice.

"Fuck," Carmy groaned when you pushed him gently to lay on the bed.

"On your hands and knees," you told him, the thrill of anticipation made you feel less self conscious about taking control.

He rushed to obey, turning his back towards you, letting you see the butt plug he had placed inside himself before you came home. He was nervous about stretching himself in front of you, he had said.

"Let me know if I can help next time," you said softly, one hand soothing the small of his back and the other holding a bottle of lube. "I mean if you- If we like it, you know?"

"Next time," he agreed, his voice breathy. "Didn't want to blow my load before you even put the strap on is all."

You giggled. "It would have been kinda hot." He huffed in response.

Your hands settled on his waist, bracing as you kneeled on the bed behind him.

You poured a huge amount of lube on your hand, letting a dollop of it fall on Carmy's ass, making him hiss a little from the cold, while you covered the dildo in it.

You tugged on the butt plug, a mess of lube gathering on the base of it already, making it glide right out as Carmy made a drawn out, low sound.

"Fuck," you whispered, heart hammering inside your chest. You lined up the dildo. "Slow at first, okay?"

"Yes, please, just- please," he begged and you knew the harness would need some serious washing once you were done with how turned on you were getting. It was everything: Carmy's pleading voice, his back muscles flexing, the excitement of making him feel good, the nervousness of trying something entirely new...

You pushed inside him.

"Oh, fuck," he said in a hoarse voice. You could see his legs trembling as he contained the impulse of leaning back on you too quick. You moved gently, carefully, inch by inch until you bottomed out. "Fuck, yes!" he let out.

You stayed still for a while, letting him get accustomed to the stretch, listening to him breathe deep, something like a growl trapped in the back of his throat.

"Okay?" you asked caressing his sides, from his waist up to his ribs and back, soft skin scribbled with ink.

"Yeah," he sighed. "You can move now."

You leaned back and forth, holding his waist. He only hummed softly - it wasn't good, not yet. You tried shifting a little to find a less awkward position.

"You make this look so easy," you complained after a while, struggling to get comfortable.

Carmy laughed and you joined him.

"You showed me what to do," he said, reaching behind to touch your hand reassuringly. "But some of it was- I don't know- instinct I guess..."

And you knew what he meant. There came a moment in sex where something took over, when your hips moved with a will of their own.

"Hey. It's okay," he reassured you. "Pretty sure that if you just stayed there and talked dirty for a minute I would still come."

You giggled and the vibrations made Carmy moan a little, that delicious sound you loved so much. You had to at least try.

"Mind if we change it up a little?" you leaned over to place a kiss on his spine. "You on your back so I can see you?"

"Yeah, yeah. That sounds- yeah," he agreed breathily.

With you between his open legs, it wasn't all that different from when you were riding him. You could see Carmy close his eyes in pleasure as you finally found a rhythm.

"Fucking- that's so good, so fucking good, baby," he said and the praise went right down to your pussy, the mere friction of the harness making you moan in unison with Carmy. One of your hands gripped the mattress while the other held tight to his side, that bit of skin between the V of his stomach and his hip. He was sweating and heaving underneath you.

"Fuck. You look so fucking hot, Carm, holy shit," you blurted out. It made him smile and reach for your hand. His touch was gentle, grateful, even as he let out a growl from deep inside his chest.

You shifted your hips a little, trying to keep the strap on in place and Carmy exhaled shakily.

"Right there," he squeezed your wrist. "Right fucking there. Please, please, please..."

"I got you, Carm, I got you,"

You kept hitting that spot until he was writhing on the bedsheets, reaching for the edge of the bed, and arching his back. There were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Please keep going," he whined.

You scratched his skin, the sinful sounds you two were making spurring you on.

"Look at you! You're wonderful, you're perfect, Carm."

"Fuck you," he said without bite. He was meeting your thrusts desperately. "You can't say shit like that when I'm so close."

"Oh, I think it's the perfect moment to say shit like that," you replied, fucking him faster, whispering sweet nothings between each thrust: "You're gorgeous. And you're being so good, Carm, so good..."

"I- I'm-" was all he could say before he came with a long groan - hands in his hair, neck arched, veins pulsing.

If the sounds he was making were any indication, he was coming harder than he ever had, and the thought made you shiver with satisfaction. You stopped moving and he exhaled heavily.

"What the fuck was that?" he was panting and smiling, sweaty like he had run for miles.

You caressed his thighs, your eyes wandering over his chest and stomach, and the trail of dark hair that went down his navel - all covered with cum.

"Good?" you asked with a proud grin.

"I think I died for a minute there, baby," he said like it was the highest praise. And maybe it was.

"I'm going to pull out, get you cleaned up," you said softly after a couple of minutes. He nodded dreamily, letting out a grunt once the dildo was out.

You were thorough and gentle, kissing and caressing as you wiped his skin with a wet cloth. It took a little while with how messy you had been with the lube situation and how hard Carmy had come.

"Look," he gestured at the scratches you left on his hip, bright red lines on pale skin.

"Shit, sorry" you leaned over to kiss them too. "Does it hurt?"

"A little. I kinda dig it though," he said with a smirk. "Might get a tattoo there later," he teased, and you had to silence a needy, embarrassing sound.

You climbed up his body and kissed him, all tongue and fervor, your fingers buried deep in his curls. You had taken the harness off and arousal was wetting the inside of your thigh.

"Please tell me we'll do this again," you said against his lips.

"You liked it too?" he asked, a little surprised.

"I'm fucking soaked, Carm," you confessed, too tired to try to be delicate about it. "Loved making you feel that good, cum that hard..."

He hummed contentedly, tracing lines on your back with his fingers. "Any notes?"

"I might have to use a toy when we're done next time but other than that, no," you said honestly.

"Not now?" he asked, frowning.

Before Carmy, you were okay with going to bed frustrated, or rubbing your clit furiously in the bathroom to get a quick orgasm after some mediocre sex. This wasn't that. It was fucking great sex. However-

"I don't want to move," you replied, snuggling closer to Carmy's side.

"Oh, I get that," he chuckled; it was a weary sound, he was struggling to stay awake.

You felt so warm and comfortable. You didn’t want to break the lovely snowglobe of tenderness you were both in to grab a fucking toy from the drawer.

After a moment of thought, Carmy angled one of his legs in your direction, his muscular thigh now between your own. He nudged upwards, smearing your arousal on his own skin, silently proposing a solution to your problem.

"Can I-?" you asked anyway, your hips moving forwards, a shaky exhale leaving your lips when your clit touched his skin.

"Mhmm," he nodded, capturing your lips in a kiss, drowning your moans as you started riding his thigh in earnest.

You were so worked up it didn't take long, a few frantic thrusts and you were shaking and rolling your eyes.

"Carm," you gasped, and he held you through it, one hand on the small of your back and the other caressing your face. His half lidded eyes stared as you finally came, shivering in his hold.

"Thank you," he whispered between kisses. "I mean it. You were- It was everything."

You smiled groggily.

"I loved it. I loved it, Carm," you repeated. "I love you," you managed to say before falling asleep, safe in his arms.

~

@th3h0nkz @faephoria @wadupppp

[lotsoflola]

never ever ever - l. haechan [introduction]

summary: you've had your heart broken for the fifth time in two months, and however much you just want to spend the night crying, someone keeps interfering... genre: enemies to lovers warnings: swearing, reader sleeps around, harsh language, implied smut but nothing in this chapter wc: 1.1k author's note: this series is going to take a hot minute but here's the introduction for the first fic to keep you guys fed

"hi kun," you slurred, the liquor streaming in your bloodstream evident through the way you collapsed against the bar. your mind was foggy, your fingertips were tingling, and the far-too-revealing dress you was falling clung to your curves more than ever.

the bartender giggled, knowing his favourite regular, and finishing polishing the glass in front of him. "jesus, it's only eight. how are you this fucked already?"

you pushed yourself up, leaning over the counter to grab a bottle of cheap beer, throwing a fiver down on the table. "you know that guy i was seeing? in your frat?"

kun hummed, all too used to your antics. you were known across campus for being a flirt, for drinking too much and having fun with as many men as you saw fit. it was no surprise, you were drop dead gorgeous, with a body sculpted by aphrodite herself, and the personality to match. you were dangerous, and didn't you know it.

"yeah, i broke it up."

kun chuckled lightly. "surprise, surprise. come on, how long was that? a week?"

"two weeks, actually," you sighed, taking a large swig from your beer, "i don't know, he just wasn't exciting like that. got bored of him. so i ended it."

"so why isn't he the one drinking alone on a thursday night with a class at 9am tomorrow?" the bartender teased, earning a middle finger from the girl across from him.

"i'm allowed to be sad, kun," you finished the beer with your words, the bitter aftertaste refreshing on your tongue. you leant over the bar to grab another one, but were met with a hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, stopping you in her tracks.

he tutted under his breath. "i think you've had enough for tonight, honey."

honey. the nickname fell naturally from his lips. the one your parents used to call you when you was a child. the one you only let those close to you say because of the power it held. the one those special people only used in special scenarios due to the impact it had on you.

you knew it was stupid to care so much about a stupid nickname. god, you wished you didn't care so much about it. but the second those words left someones lips you were putty in their hands. that's why you only let those you cared about say it.

"pissed on a week night already? i expected better from you, honey. didn't you only date that guy for a week?"

those you cared about. and him.

lee haechan was the new hot thing on campus, throwing himself at girls as much as he could and becoming the hot topic on their tongue as he wowed them in bed. at least that what he claimed, you had never spoken to any of these girls with enough time to discuss his ability in bed, not that you would ever bring it up. words could not describe how much you hated him.

"shut up, haechan. no one fucking asked for your opinion," you spat, still attempting to grab another beer while you wrestled with kun.

the young boy laughed, sitting on the stool next to you. "such nasty words from such a pretty face, can't tell me that hendery fucked you up that badly."

his words always got to you, always nestled under your skin in a way that no one else did, no one else could. "don't know why you always feel the need to get involved."

"don't know why you always end up a shitty mess after dating a guy for three days-"

"okay, okay, come behind the bar, there you go," kun manouvered you around the bar, sensing the tension and not wanting to see where it would end up.

your and haechan's rivalry was well known across campus, since freshman year you had made your distate of the man known. you were in the same business class, and every single lesson he spent somehow teasing or testing you, and when he got your number it was somehow worse.

"honestly, you would think you had matured by now, been about three years of passing through men for about three weeks each before slagging them off and dating their best friends, or maybe some people are just sluts and can't help-"

"fuck off, hyuck," kun snapped, physically holding you back at this point, one hand wrapped around your waist as he forced you down onto the stool behind him, giving you a glass of water in a poor attempt to sober you up. "fight her another day."

"not looking for a fight," haechan's voice was aggrevatingly smooth, as if he wasn't lying through his teeth, "just speaking the truth. if she can't handle that, then that's on her."

"lee donghyuck, i swear to-"

kun finally snapped, covering your mouth with his hand before turning to the smirking man in front of you. "get out, haechan."

"kun," he whined, face suddenly dropping, "cmon i was joking."

but the bartender didn't back down, pointing towards the door with his spare time. "she's not doing good right now, get out."

"you're losing a paying customers business," he sighed, but complied with the older gentleman, sending you a flying kiss before getting up to leave the bar. "night, doll."

you held your middle finger up at him, but you could feel yourself getting sleepier in kun's hold, and before you knew it you were struggling to keep your eyes open, body slumped against the wall as your eyeslashes fluttered.

"gonna kill him," you mumbled to yourself, drunk and delirious.

kun laughed, wandered over to you and patting you gently on the head. "who, hyuck?"

"yeah. fucking hate him."

"i don't think you do," kun knelt on the floor in front of you, meeting your eyeline. it was a quiet night, and all he could do was look after his friend. "i think you guys secretly like each other. maybe even love."

you scoffed, letting an assortment of drunk laughs and hiccups emerge from your mouth. "love him?! you're crazy, kun."

"trust me. i just know these things."

"i will never love him," you stated, words sounding very defintiive, even as you were dozing off, "never ever ever."

[slashingdisneypasta]

Chucky Lee Ray x Reader || Drabble

Plot: When you come home from a really terrible date who definitely expects to be invited in, you do something Kinda Sneaky... and say you live with your brother and, oops! You forgot your key!!- and knock on the apartment next to yours, acting like this one is yours. Chucky's apartment.

Warnings: N/A.

Knock knock. No answer.

Knock knock knock. No answer.

Humming nervously, because why the hell why isn't he answering?? Please be home, Chucky, p l e a s e- "He must have his headphones on, the dumbass." You throw back to your date, Hank, rolling your eyes like 'brothers, huh?'.

"Hey, if you cant get it, you can always come back to my place?"

"Oh thats nice of you- " Knockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknock-

"Bro!" You exclaim in a loud, totally-fake greeting as soon as the door flies open and reveals Charles Lee Ray, looking as if you just woke him up, his hair in his dark eyes and a beer-stained, moth-eaten white t-shirt on that completely washes him out and makes him look like Samara Morgan (Sweet jesus, if you weren't so desperate to get away from Hank, you would be terrified of this nightmare look). His face twists into grumpy, tired confusion but before he can ask you what the hell you're talking about- you slip your arms around his waist and squeeze him in a hug. "Play along." Dear god, play along.

When you pull back, a hostage-smile pasted to your face standing there with Hank behind you looking bored and annoyed (And wearing a stained t-shirt of his own- under a date blazer), the cranky frown on his face upturns into a smirk. Oh~

You hope to god thats a good smirk and your annoying neighbour is not about to screw you.

Its not like Hank is dangerous, or t h r e a t e n i n g, at all- no. He's fine. But after 4 hours of talking about his fucking car, and The Big Bang Theory (How funny Howard Walowitz is in the first seasons and how misunderstood he is with women- jesus), and meeting his mother at the start-- you are DONE!!

DONE!! FINISHED!

You're up to hear with him and Chucky, as annoying and rude as he is, suddenly feels like a great alternative! At least if you went out with him tonight, you might've gotten a good buzz out of it. Hank took you to a Chuck E Cheese, and he didn't bring a flask.

When Chucky leans against the door and makes room for you to slip by, smirking dangerously at your date, you happily go into his apartment. You never wanted to get in there so bad, before. You never wanted to go in there, period, before today. But now it feels like sanctuary. "So... you're the guy that took out Y/N tonight."

Oh no- he's still talking. Why on earth is Chucky still talking-

"-Yeah thats him!" You cut in, before flashing Hank a bright smile and a waive. "I had a great time- bye Hank!" Please go. Please go. Please go now-

Before your date can leave and you can never see him again, Chucky stops him- and when you glance at his face, you can see an even broader, more mischievous smirk on him. Oh no. "Hold on there, man, wait. I gotta make sure you're alright, don't I??"

"No, bro, you don't." You say pointedly, making Chucky turn that nefarious, lascivious grin onto you for a moment.

"Hehe... I think I do."

Through grit teeth, you beseech him. "Fight the urge." Or, well- beg him. You're begging. You're absolutely begging.

Because wherever Chucky is going to take this, is not going to be good, especially with that evil twinkle in his pale blue eyes. "What kinda brother would I be if I didn't check him?"

"The best brother in the world."

"Ahhhhh... you're just sayin' that. Hey Hank- " When you both turn back to the hallway and see that Hank is, actually, gone-- you're equally baffled and relieved. Thank god, but... when did he leave??? Chucky, on the other hand, pouts. "Damn. ... Maybe he wasn't that into you."

While rolling your eyes, you catch sight of a black object plainly sticking out of Chucky's pyjama pants. "Or maybe he saw the gun tucked into your pants! Is that loaded!??"

"... no."

"No!??" That did not sound definitive!!

"Well yeah, of course it is. But here's the thing, doll. Guess what?" You're about to ask a put-out and huffy 'what?', when Chucky pulls the door to his apartment abruptly closed; standing far too close to you and looking at you in that lecherous Chucky-way that makes you feel so small and squirrelly. Wait- "Look at that?~ You're all mine, all of a sudden~ Hehe,"

As you stand there, half scared/half... something else, you wonder dumbly how and when did you lose control of this situation-

[ill-skillsgard]

will you write more for faust? 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

A/N: Oh, heyyy! Here to make my once every year-or-two submission to the Faust girlies. I know you think I've moved on from this, and maybe I should have, but I still am and forever will be down bad for this boy and pairing.

I've had this idea stuck in my head for literal YEARS, y'all. I tried to write it a bunch of times but other things kept coming up. Now, I've finished it, and it comes complete with every emotion under the sun (and some good ol' smut, as is tradition!) This is approximately 6k words, and I'm quite confident any FxF fans who still exist will freak the fuck out reading this. So, I hope you enjoy it, and sorry for leaving you hanging since 2023. LOVE YOU <3

Warning: 18+ workplace harassment, violence, weapons, mentions of asphyxiation, loss of consciousness and blood, drinking, PiV smut, mature language and Faust going from being a problematic BF to a not so problematic BF? You be the judge. This story, along with everything I write, is strictly meant for adult consumption.

Summary: Faust isn't sure he can handle Faith's new lifestyle, but doesn't want to interfere with her choices as a grown woman. His influence hasn't exactly helped her before. He tries to come to terms with it all until Faith turns the tables and does something he never expected.

- Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration.

Read more Faust x Faith here [x]

"Jesus fucking Christ, Faith. You're wearing that to work?"

Faith ignored Faust's remark, and got into the passenger side of his car. He glared at her as the stereo screeched distorted black metal, but she kept smiling.

"I'm gonna be late, Faust. Can we go?"

"Dude, your whole ass is hanging out."

"Yeah, well, if my dad actually stops paying my tuition, I need to save up as much as I can. The sluttier I dress, the more tips I make."

"I told you I'd help," said Faust.

"We have to go!"

Faust sighed and reversed out of the driveway. He said nothing for several blocks, and Faith could tell he was displeased. His silence satisfied her like a new, destructive habit. She had developed a taste for pissing off the men in her life, and Faust was the newest test subject.

Faust pulled up in front of the restaurant where Faith worked and said nothing. Even when she said goodbye, he nodded and stared ahead. Like Faith, his habits were changing. He didn't want to exert control over her, and if he opened his mouth, an argument would ensue. Faith really had changed after all the months he spent abroad, a defiant streak finally breaking through the shell of her religious upbringing. Though he had many times encouraged her to do as she pleased, Faust wasn't sure if he liked this new version of her.

"Hey, I said I love you," Faith repeated.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Are you really that mad?"

"It's fine," he said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Say it back then."

"Love you," he muttered.

"Beetle," Faith sighed. "Say it like you mean it."

"Yeah, Faith! I love you. Love this new fucking wardrobe of yours. Love the idea of weird dudes staring at your tits and ass all night. Love that you're just doing whatever the fuck you want now. You're a free woman. Looks good on ya, kid."

Faith exited the vehicle and came around the side to lean over and in through the window. She kissed him on the cheek. His outburst did not dissuade her, and he glared ahead while she speckled him with more kisses.

"You're so cute when you're pouty."

"Mhmm. Thought you were gonna be late?"

"Will you pick me up at twelve tonight?"

"I dunno. I'll probably be busy."

"Doing what?"

Faust sighed and turned to her finally.

"Probably jacking off or something. I don't know."

Faith giggled. "Okay, handsome. Send pics. I'll see you at midnight!"

Faust took off after watching Faith turn and leave, the edge of her skirt riding up dangerously close to showing her panties, if she had even worn any. It was an outfit he would love to see her in for him, but not out in public. But Faust had vowed to himself not to intervene in her life too much. He hated feeling like a parent to her, like Stan. And he had only himself to blame for leaving Faith behind so she could move on and develop her rebellious side. Now she had a sharp attitude, a tattoo that taunted him, and all trace of innocence was shattered.

He hated to admit it, and would never confirm it aloud, but Faith had changed so much while he was gone. This new girl was far from the one he had fallen in love with. She looked the same and smelled the same, but something inside of her had wholly shifted. Based on how she had spoken to her father the day he came over to interrogate her about Hunter, Faust understood that he had come home to a woman who had taken the girl's place.

Despite the sour goodbye, Faust returned to the bar and grill later that night, parked and entered the establishment for a drink. Faith didn't notice him at first while she busied herself pouring beers from the taps and handing them to her patrons. Faust sat at a high table alone, and watched her until a woman approached him wearing a half apron and a smile.

"Welcome, hun. Can I get you started?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'll have a Guinness on tap."

"Of course, I'll get that right away. Need some more time with the menu?"

"No, just beer for me."

The server removed the menus from the table and left to fetch his drink and several others. Faust barely noticed when she returned and set the pint glass down. He was too busy staring at Faith and how she smiled at her forty-and-fifty-something-year-old patrons posted right in front of her at the bar. One man with a blue baseball cap and a white golf polo kept watching her and grinning. He knew the look. The man liked what he saw--a young, good-looking girl serving him. He and two others took up residence at the bar to watch a hockey match on the large screens bolted to the bar room walls. When they weren't talking loudly amongst themselves, they were shouting and cheering for the home team. Blue Hat paid more attention to Faith than he did the game, and Faust studied him from across the room.

It took a while for Faith to notice Faust, and when she did, she perked up and excused herself. As Faith came out from around the bar, so too did the man's eyes follow. All Faust could think about was what must have had running through the older man's mind; that Faith looked amazing in her tiny skirt and he wanted a piece of her. It tainted his mood, and where he would have felt a twinge of delight in her approaching him, there was a curdle of disdain.

"Thought you were too busy jerking it to come pick me up?" Faith said, smiling.

"I got bored, and you haven't sent me anything new to get me going. I've been stroking it to the same titty pictures for two years."

"I can fix that for you soon." Faith winked, and it broke his stern mask for a moment.

"Please do."

"You're early, by the way. I'm not done for another hour."

Faust nodded. "I felt like a drink."

"Why don't you come up to the bar?"

"Maybe. I don't want to get in the way of you making tips."

"Just pretend you don't know me," Faith said with a mischievous smile.

Faust sat back, spread his legs and smirked. "Would that turn you on?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Okay, then go back to your customers and pretend you're not actually addicted to my big fucking cock."

A crack of arousal stung in her groin and fizzed out through her bare legs. Faith had been so sure that she was over him when she started seeing Hunter, but that had been a farce. Faust's words had a way of snaking through her with a forked and flickering tongue. One well-timed comment could shake her core, reminding her that she was and might always be obsessed with him.

"Go on, baby doll. Make that money. I'm just another guy who wants to drink beer and have a good look at you."

Faith wanted to reach up and kiss him, but the prospect of playing strangers was a promising game of fun. She nodded and returned to her post behind the bar, much to the delight of the man with the blue hat. He had been dropping flirtatious lines on her all night, and now that Faust presided over her in his secretive way, each wink made her heart skip a worried beat.

Faust made his way to the bar at his own pace, just as Faith noticed her other patrons were getting bleary-eyed and too jolly. Their team had won, and the celebration called for Tequila shots, which Faith lined up on the rail. She looked over at Faust and he nodded for another Guinness. He ignored the raucous celebrations next to him, and sipped the dark beer as though he were the only one in the bar. Faith stole looks at him, always one to counter the energy, and admired his calm demeanor, though she knew he was anything but placid on the inside.

Blue Hat noticed Faust, and lubricated by alcohol, called over to him. "Damn, was your mom an Amazonian? You're the biggest motherfucker I've ever seen!"

Faust said nothing but raised his glass and nodded. It wasn't the first or last time someone remarked on his height, made even more noticeable by his black leather jacket, boots and long hair.

"Hey, sweetheart, get the giant over there a shot too," Blue Hat said.

"I'm good," said Faust.

"Oh come on! Bet you could house a twenty-sixer no problem. A shot, honey!"

Faith looked at him, worried and unsure. Faust shook his head again.

"I think that's a no," Faith said. "And I think it's about time to call it an evening, gentlemen. I'm closing soon, and you've had plenty."

"Don't tell me your cutting me off. You know, I've been coming here since probably before you were born. Which makes it even weirder that I find you so hot. You're my daughter's age."

Faith's cheeks burned and she could almost feel the way Faust boiled, too. He glared at Blue Hat, but the older man was too drunk to notice. He reached over the bar and touched Faith's arm.

"What are you doing after tonight, honey? Do you like pool? 'Cause I got a real nice pool table. I can teach you how to play."

"Oh, I know how to play," she said.

"Oh, you do? Well, how about you come over and teach me a thing or two, hm? We could have some fun."

Nobody else in the bar besides Faust paid any mind to Blue Hat. The music was loud, the spirits high from the home team win, and servers were clearing tables and collecting glasses. But Faust heard none of the commotion. An angry whistle rang in his ears as sweat pilled on his palms and back. He pressed his teeth together to keep from screaming or bashing Blue Hat's face into the bar rail. The game of strangers lost its novelty and Faith tossed him a begging stare not to intervene.

"Now, now, I think you've had enough," Faith laughed uneasily. "Don't say anything you'll regret."

"Okay, okay. But can I tell you something, beautiful?" Blue Hat leaned all the way over the bar. "You are so fucking gorgeous. I just wanna take you home."

Faith laughed it off again, then busied herself with the last orders of the night, turning from the bar patrons to punch totals into the tablet. All around them, the din of voices and clinking glass consumed, but Blue Hat had his drunken sights set on Faith. Faust watched him watching her, and pictured sending him through the window. He could not cause a scene at her place of employment, but he wished he could. And maybe a younger version of himself might, just as he had when he saw Hunter kissing Faith at the house party. He wondered if he had really changed all that much in less than a month.

"Hey! Hey, beautiful. Come back over here," Blue Hat called to her.

"Sorry, I can't. Just give me a minute," Faith said. She made the best of every distraction possible, but it only lasted so long before she had to close out the tabs from the men seated before her, including Blue Hat, who was eager to get her attention again.

"Come on, honey. Just one date?"

"I think you're gonna go home and sleep this off, okay?" Faith said. She was professional, and juggled her tasks well.

"Only if you come home with me!"

The familiar flames of rage erupted in Faust's head, the same ones that had consumed a life, and licked at the sky from the spires of Trinity Church. Faust broke, and stood up fast, sending the stool flying back with a screech.

"She said fuck off, asshole!"

Before Faith could react, Faust grabbed Blue Hat by the shirt and hauled him off the bar stool. The sudden commotion drew everyone's attention as Faust raised his fist. His knuckles hovered, ready to fly at any second.

"Faust!"

He barely heard Faith's voice, and everything melted away except for Blue Hat's rosacead face.

"I suggest you fucking beat it before I turn your face inside out, motherfucker."

Voices cut through, and two male staff pulled Blue Hat away from Faust as he kicked and screamed and lost his hat.

"Oh, yeah? Try me, punk! Do you know who I am? I'll kill you!" Blue Hat repeated his threats all the way out the door while Faith's manager Paula checked on her.

"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to leave, as well," said Paula calmly to Faust as he seethed, shoulders heaving with deep breaths.

"No, wait! Paula, he's my boyfriend. He was just trying to--please. It's okay."

"This is your boyfriend? But I thought..."

"It's a long story."

Paula conceded, but not before sizing up Faust with a loud and disapproving sigh. "Close it up, everyone. Let's clean up this shitshow.'

As the buzz died down, and the restaurant emptied, Faith came around and hugged Faust. She stifled a laugh and tugged on his labels.

"You are just a magnet for violence, Beetle. I can't take you anywhere."

"And you just let dudes talk to you like that all the time?"

"Not always. But that's kinda what happens when you're a girl. Sometimes you have to smile and take it."

Faust scoffed. "Absolutely not. You don't take that shit."

"Easy for you to say, Mister six-foot-four. It's different when you're a woman. Sometimes it's easier to smile and nod than to get stalked and assaulted."

"Okay, Jesus fuck, I'm getting you a knife."

"Don't be silly!"

"No, I'm serious. I keep one in my jacket at all times," said Faust.

"I know. Now, will you behave so I can close up? Then we can go home and have all kinds of filthy sex. My big scary protector." She traced circles on the center of his chest, and it did wonders to calm him. Faust smirked and kissed her.

"Filthy, hm? That's how you want it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Yeah, okay. You gonna be a good girl for me is that it?"

She stood on her tiptoes and whispered, "I don't want to think. I just want you to make me your little sex doll."

"Hm, well how could I refuse? Even though I know your pussy isn't used to me anymore."

"Make me used to it."

"Alright, bad girl. Do what you need to do," Faust pulled his cigarette pack out and shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on the back of a barstool. "I need to cool off a bit. I'm gonna go out for a smoke."

"I'll be like twenty minutes."

"Sounds good."

Faust stepped into the cool night air and breathed in deeply. It wasn't fresh like the air in Norway where he had spent a couple weeks touring with Grey Tomb, but it was better than the staleness of the restaurant. He lit his cigarette and looked up at the sky. Smog covered most of the stars, and he grew wistful for the brilliant views of the country that had welcomed him during his year touring abroad. He had missed Faith with all of his heart when he was in Europe, and though he had her back, his longing still hadn't evaporated. It settled on different lands where his talents were revered and not looked down upon. A new dream of taking Faith away from everything they knew of their small town pervaded his thoughts. He wondered if she would ever follow him that far.

It wasn't the right time to ask her, he decided. He was still trying to navigate Faith's new personality, to uncover what more about her had changed. For now, he would relish in the familiar comfort of having Faith back in his life.

Faust paced slowly back and forth in front of the restaurant, smoking until the urge to piss took him around the corner between the restaurant and a pet store that had closed hours prior. He stuck his cigarette between his lips, freeing his hands to unzip his pants to relieve himself from the beers he had drank inside. Faust spat the butt of his smoke into the puddle he made with a short hiss, satisfied as he tucked himself back into his pants. He turned on his heels, and met with a force that slammed his skull and spine into the brick wall. The air fled his lungs, vision clouding over like a billow of steam.

A pair of thick hands encircled his neck, and through the buzz, Faust saw his assailant eye to eye. The man with the blue hat, now without his effects. He was a few inches shorter than Faust, but his tattooed arms were formidable from years of laboring. Faust scratched at the fingers crushing his throat, but the man didn't flinch. Blue Hat dodged each attempt Faust made to kick or drive his knees up, too.

"Like that, ya sonofabitch? Not so tough now, are ya?"

Faust could not take the breath required to retort. Heat raged up from his neck and pounded in his cheeks. The blood vessels in his eyes screamed until they burst and blinded him over again. Blue Hat pressed his thumbs into Faust's trachea harder, intent on breaking something as his victim turned purple.

Faust pressed his teeth to his lips, producing a weak f-f-fff sound that died in his compressed throat. His lungs fought to inflate with each passing second, shuddered in his chest, on the brink of collapse. His temples throbbed, and soon his assailant's weathered face blurred.

I'm dead. I'm dying. It's finally caught up with me. Faith...

"I'm gonna leave you in a puddle of your own piss, fucker. How about that? Nobody fucks with me."

Please don't let me fucking die like this.

Another moment without oxygen passed and the thoughts in Faust's head died. The synapse in his brain crackled. All strength left his limbs and his legs went limp, dragging his weight down and scraping the bricks behind him. All he could see was the blurred image of a man's rage-stricken face, his bared teeth and wild eyes, growing blurrier and somehow distant from him. His heartbeat slowed, each thump louder yet spaced farther apart from the last. He was falling, everything turning black.

A terrible howl ripped through the alley and echoed off the brick, ringing off the nearby dumpster like a struck bell. The man let go of Faust's neck and flailed backwards as a sudden explosion of pain erupted in his upper back.

Faust sucked air into his pulsing lungs, throat like shredded, bloody meat. He tasted iron.

"Faust! Faust, get up," Faith yelled.

Her voice cut the haze like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. He still couldn't see, but flung his hand out to find her. Pain oozed into his skull, but Faith was there and she pulled him onto his knees.

"You gotta get up, Faust. Come on!"

"F-Faith--"

"Please, baby. Get up! Breathe! Breathe for me, please!"

Faust knew he had to do as she said, and struggled to a stand, his legs still wobbling from lack of oxygen. Pins and needles ripped through his extremities and Faith was not strong enough to support his weight for long. As the edges of his vision returned, Faust looked around the alley and saw Blue Hat lying face down with a knife--his knife--lodged in his left shoulder two inches from the neck. A red blossom of blood grew steadily on the back of his white polo. Faust looked at Faith, dwarfed in his leather jacket, wide-eyed, and snapped into urgency.

"Oh... oh, fuck," said Faust.

Faith pulled on his hand, and he took two uneasy steps, head screaming from the near asphyxiation. It took a minute to orient himself, and when he was certain he could move without falling, he took Faith by the hand, hunched down to pull the knife out of the man's back and stumbled away as fast as they could without looking back.

~*~

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, Faust! This is... I... Oh my God! I killed him! I stabbed that guy and he's probably fucking dead!"

Faust struggled to get his boots off, still woozy from the strangulation, while Faith babbled and paced his apartment. He flopped onto the couch and closed his eyes to try to make the world stop spinning, but Faith's panic filled his ears and finally, he reached out to hush her.

"You didn't kill him."

"Yes, I did! Didn't you see all the blood? Faust, I killed him. I'm gonna go to jail. My life is over. They're gonna find me and then I'm done!"

"Quiet down! Please, Faith, just calm down. You didn't kill him with one tiny stab wound."

"What if I severed a main artery?" Faith said. "What if there are cops there already? They're gonna know it was me."

Faust grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her onto his lap to stifle her fresh bout of tears. He cradled her, pressed her face into his chest, and began to rock slowly. Every few seconds, Faust hushed her until her sobs turned to whimpers.

"You are not going to jail. He didn't see you, and if anything were to happen, they would come after me," Faust said.

"Oh, so can take the fall? No... I don't want that either."

"Listen to me, Faith... everything will be fine. He was a big dude. It takes more than that. Shit's not like how you see in movies. Plus it was defence."

Faith looked up at him with watery eyes. "Is this how you felt after...Sven?"

He flinched. "I thought I told you never to bring that up ever again."

"You're right. Sorry, I'm an idiot," Faith's voice shook.

"No, you're not. You saved my fucking life, babe. Hey, look, and listen to me... I could have died. That motherfucker was seconds away from killing me. Killing me, Faith. But you did what you had to do, and I'm so fucking proud of you."

He kissed her hard, tasting the salt of her tears and her half worn off lipstick. It was the sweetest taste in the world. Faust had spent months trying to remember her flavor while he was gone, but it had faded from his mind. With it fresh on his own lips, he never wanted to go a day without kissing her again.

"It doesn't matter what it felt like when I did what I did. Doesn't matter that we broke up and we both tried to forget each other. And I don't fucking care if I have to get a real job to support us both. I just want you, okay? Forever. You are mine."

Faith nodded as she clung to him. "I never loved him, Faust. Never. I swear. You're the only person in the world I care about. It was fake... I was just trying to convince myself that I moved on from you. I was such an idiot."

"Yeah, I know," a hint of a chuckle came through, and Faith snorted, too. The smile only lasted a second before she grew quiet and stared at him.

"I would kill for you, too, Faust. I'd do anything. I get it now... I understand what you did," Faith said.

"Shut the fuck up," Faust growled, and smothered her lips again so no words could escape. As much as he loved Faith, she pissed him off almost just as much. After a full day's worth of anger, and having almost met his match, Faust was in an unforgiving mood. He had lost all control of his life, and Faith was the last familiar thing to which he clung. Yet even she seemed like a stranger now.

"Get on your knees," he said between mashing their mouths together. Faith didn't hesitate. She pulled away and slid off his lap onto the floor, staring up at him and waiting for orders. He nodded slowly. "That's my good girl. And you're going to stay my good girl, aren't you? Take your top off."

While she stripped, so too did Faust remove his pants and kicked them out of the way. He pulled his shirt off next and let Faith take him in for as long as she needed before she whimpered and looked longingly for guidance. This is what he craved. Her big eyes pleading for him to instruct her, to teach her. He didn't want to think of her gaining new experience with another man, learning how to dress to get attention and forgetting about him, however temporary. He wanted his good church girl to corrupt himself.

Faust widened the space between his legs and smirked as Faith stared at his cock already erect enough to touch his navel. She bit her lip as her eyes got heavy.

"No matter how many times I see it, I still can't believe how big you are," said Faith.

"Oh yeah? Well guess what? Now you're gonna fucking gag on it. So get over here and open your mouth for me, princess."

She listened, and he purred, leaning over and grasping the back of her neck while he gathered all the saliva in his mouth and dripped it onto her tongue.

"Suck my big fucking cock like a good girl. Now. Like your life depends on it."

Soon he was wrapped in a warm, wet embrace. Faust swore he could feel the ripples of pleasure in his hands and feet, and she had only just started. He moaned and sank into the couch, spreading his arms and legs and tilting his pelvis up to give Faith the best angle. He looked down and cursed when he saw her mouth so full, felt her tongue bathing as much of his cock as she could manage. She pulled off and wrapped her hand around the base and kissed the head over and over until he growled and forced her head back down.

"I know you wanna make out with it, but I need to feel that throat right fucking now. Fuck's sake... After the night I've had. Mmm. After the shit you gave me all day," Faust pushed his hips up, giving his instructions between biting his lip. "That's it, baby. There you go. All the way down."

If this was her punishment, Faith thought, she could handle it. All she fantasized about was having Faust back, him making her do the vulgar sex acts he had taught her before, and new ones she had yet to discover. Hunter had been a good boyfriend, and sex with him was better than she expected, but it was nothing like how it was with Faust. With him, she felt brand new. Like her mind had been fresh until she flipped through the filthy pages of his depraved Kama Sutra, each chapter dirtying her even more. She wanted public sex like when he brought her to the boiler room, sweaty, unrelenting, hedonistic fucking like in the motel room when they had put on porn and tried to copy what they saw. Faith needed him to pick her up and make her feel small and stuff his cock into her no matter how much it hurt sometimes, and she wanted to convince him to keep going even though he knew it was painful. She wanted to see how much of his cock she could take in her mouth before she choked and made him moan from the sound of her struggle. Nothing felt as good as when his tough exterior melted away and left him panting and gripping for anything to hang onto.

"That's my good fucking girl. You like that nice big dick in your mouth, huh?" Faust groaned.

Faith moaned around him and he sank further into the sofa, eyes rolling. One moment, she was bobbing up and down on him, trying her best to keep her lips wrapped tight around him, and the next he pulled out and told her to stand up.

"Turn around right now, and bend over for me. That's right. Show me those fucking panties. Your short little slutty fucking skirt. You like it when men look at you, don't you?"

"Only you, baby--"

Smack!

"Don't fucking lie to me. I know you think you're some kind of bad girl now. Getting tattooed, working at a bar, wearing your slut fucking outfits. I bet it gets you off knowing all those guys go home and pump their dicks to the thought of you. You like getting hit on. You want them to think of you."

"Mmph, Faust..."

"But when you went home every night and played with yourself... Who did you think about, baby?"

"You. I always thought about you."

Faust slapped her ass again, purring, "that's fucking right. You thought about me. And guess what?"

"What?"

"I thought about you, too. Only you. I always jerked off to the memory of stuffing that pussy so full of cock. Mm-hmm, how you'd whimper and almost cry from it. I guess, even though I'm just one of the many guys who get off to you, I still have it made... 'cause I'm the only one you think about when you play with that pretty little pussy."

He stretched her panties over, and pulled her onto his lap. Without a moment to get used to him, Faust angled his hips just right and shoved himself into her until there was nowhere else to go. As a short-lived act of kindness, Faust started slow, one arm coiled around her chest, and the other making sure her panties didn't slip over and obstruct the insertion. Once her breathing leveled out, his thrusts picked up speed and force.

"Listen to me, yeah? Are you listening?" He whispered in her ear. She nodded frantically. "You're quitting that fucking job, but not before you go back to the bookstore and ask for your old position back. I don't want you going out with your whore friends drinking at fucking dive bars anymore either. You're finishing school with good grades. Do you fucking understand me?"

"Yes, Faust," Faith squeaked.

"Second... Mmm, my god, that pussy feels so good on my dick... You're getting that stupid tattoo covered up. I don't care what it is, just get rid of it. And you know what else? Fuck, can't believe I'm about to say this... But... Fuck... You're gonna be a good little girl for your dad. Get your fucking tuition paid for. Don't fuck this up by trying to be something you're not. You got that? You have the chance at a good fucking future--something I never had. You're not gonna waste it trying to prove you're some kind of bad-ass. 'Cause you're not."

"Okay, I will, Faust."

"Promise me."

"I promise!"

"Yeah, you're gonna be a good little Daddy's girl again."

"I will."

"That's right. You're gonna do good in school like you used to."

"Yes, baby."

Faust lifted her shirt to squeeze her breasts, his other hand toying with her clit as he thrust in harder.

"You're gonna have a good career. Make lots of money."

"Okay," she whimpered.

"And you're gonna fuck my cock forever. Because you belong to me."

"Yes, baby, I belong to you. I know, I know."

Just when Faith thought he might speed up, Faust pulled her closer, angling her face to his so they looked into each other's eyes.

"And I'm gonna fucking marry you... One of these days. And I'm gonna keep you so well-fucked and cumming on my dick every night. I promise."

"Mmm, oh my God, Faust. That's so fucking hot."

"Yeah?" He smothered her mouth with his, moaning as he pumped his groin up and up and up until Faith was shaking on top of him. "I wanna feel it now. I need you to cum all over my cock, baby. It's the only way I can cum too."

Faith lost words and communicated her agreement by murmuring and whimpering in time with his rapid thrusts, but she nodded, and Faust continued rubbing her clit exactly how he knew she liked it.

"Do it, baby. Cum for me. Cum for me right now. I wanna feel you get so tight and cum with my cock inside you."

The rhythm sustained, and Faith nodded, delirious, and let the warmth coupled with his perfect little strokes take over her mind. Faust kept whispering in her ear. He knew how much she loved his dirty talk and hearing him moan as he approached orgasm as well.

"You're gonna cum, baby, yeah. I'm gonna make this pussy cum for me. Aren't I? Yeah, just like that, hm? Keep playing with your clit while I fuck you. Mmm, feel that fat cock splitting it while I hit that fucking G-spot over and over and over, baby. That's my good girl, Faith. Yes. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum on me."

"I'm... I'm gonna..."

"Yes, baby, you're right there. Oh, fuck, I feel it--"

"Keep going! Oh my god, please don't stop."

"Nooo, no, no, I'm not gonna stop, princess. Not until I feel that pussy spasming all around me. Mm-hmm. Be my good girl and give me what I want."

Faust kissed her again and mixed their moans, thrusting and rubbing and cursing until Faith's breath finally hitched and she made a pained expression and gasped. He felt her entire body tighten, and an immense wetness that followed immediately. He opened his eyes and saw more liquid than he anticipated, yet all of his own fluid had shot out inside of her. The realization made him leer with satisfaction.

"Awww, did my good girl squirt all over? Fuck, baby, that is so fucking sexy. Let me just... Mmm, fuck. Pump you so full of cum," Faust shivered. "Christ! Oh, fuck... I'm still... shooting it. Fuck. There you go, princess. Nice, big load of cum for your sweet, wet little pussy."

"I don't think..." Faith paused to catch her breath. "I have ever cum that hard. Ever."

"Oh yeah? Sex hits way different after you've murdered someone."

"Faust!"

He chuckled and soon was biting his lip again as he pulsed inside of her. "You're still taking your birth control every day, right? Because I just unloaded a whole fucking population of babies inside you."

"Yes, silly. I've never gone off it."

"Mmkay, good. I, uh, think I got another one in me, to be honest."

"You can't be serious?"

"Oh, I'm fucking serious. Daddy got real backed up while he was away."

"Ew! Don't say that!" Faith said.

"What? You don't like it? You don't want Daddy to keep fucking you?"

Faith pressed her palm over his mouth. "That is so wrong."

He stuck out his tongue and she snatched her hand away. "I thought girls liked that Daddy shit?"

"Well, not me!"

"Yeah, guess you got a good relationship with your dad. Probably a good thing."

"You're a nasty boy," Faith giggled. "But... I like it."

"You fuckin' love it.

Faith kissed him, and soon, he was stirring his hips again, still inside her.

"I was serious about another one, though, baby. Can we, uh, take this one to the bedroom?"

"Yes, sir," Faith replied.

He purred low in his throat. "Now that I can get behind. Sir? Fuck. Get in that fucking bedroom, young lady."

[explosionkatsu]

“Age doesn't matter,” 21

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

PART 20

"Fucking rain." Katsuki cursed out and we watched the traffic in front of him while accusing the rain.

Why does it have to rain this hard on this day? It seems like even nature is against him which pisses him more.

Minutes had gone by and the vehicles were barely moving. This is causing Katsuki to lose his patience.

Without a beat, he took a U-turn and headed straight to where he could temporarily park his car. He can just call his assistant to pick it up for him. He'll just pay additional. With that, he left his car parked in front of a restaurant and just left.

Rain is one of his quirk's weaknesses. Fuck, he hates the rain. Which means he can't fly. That leaves him no choice but to walk just to get to you. So he did.

...

The news didn't mention it will shower tonight. Which is why you don't sometimes believe the weather forecasts. On the other hand, the sound of the pitter-patter of the rain hitting against your roof relaxes you for some reason. It gives you this feeling of peace despite the downpour it may cause.

Sitting alone on your sofa, holding a hot cup of tea, snuggling into your blanket while watching TV, this is what you always wanted. Boy, you were glad you finished your job.

Someone had to ruin it, of course. A loud knock jolted you from your comfort.

This made your eye twitch.

'Who could this be?' you thought to yourself as you placed your cup on the center table and untangled yourself from your comfortable blanket which seemed to be calling you.

The stranger once again knocked on your door. More louder this time.

"Yes, yes. I'm coming." You said and swung your door open.

Your anger suddenly evaporated once you saw who it was.

"Bakugo!" You shriek. "Jesus! Let me get you a towel!" Immediately, you took off to your room, leaving your entrance wide open for him to come in. "What has gotten into you? Do you want to get sick?" Y/n said.

You were worried okay?

Y/n didn't even let him talk since she draped the towel on him and unconsciously helped him dry himself.

"I swear, Bakugo. You'll be the death of me." Y/n muttered focused on her task.

Meanwhile, Katsuki didn't say a word. He didn't know what to say. Heck, he didn't even expect you to do this to him.

He didn't know what to think anymore.

Slowly, he raises a hand and places it gently on your cheek, earning you to halt.

"Bakugo?..."

His next action took you off guard.

You can see him leaning down.

You can't move. You won't move. You don't want to move.

"Bakugo.." Y/n whispered before Katsuki fully placed his lips against hers.

His lips were cold but Y/n didn't care.

Her lips were trembling but Katsuki didn't care.

The kiss is slow and passionate as they both keep up with the momentum of their motion.

Katsuki stroked her cheek with his thumb and slid an arm around her waist trying to calm her fragile body from trembling.

He can feel her nervousness through her lips, the way they tremble as she tries and follow his lead.

Eventually, he felt you pulling back. Katsuki slowly pulled lips away but never planned to fully pull himself away from you.

You were still speechless as your brain processed what just happened.

"B-bakug-

"Katsuki."

You blinked.

"Call me Katsuki." You heard him say.

"K-katsuki..." You muttered looking straight at him. "I-i.."

"I wanted to apologize," Katsuki said. This is exactly what he came for.

And for something else.

"I- fuck." He cursed, making you giggle.

You can see how hard this is for him.

"Don't laugh at me." Katsuki scowled. "I'm fucking trying to apologize."

"I'm sorry. Please proceed." You giggled.

"Never mind." Katsuki tsked and pulled away from you.

You responded by giggling once again.

“Stop fucking giggling. This isn’t even funny.” Katsuki snarled at you.

“I just find this amusing, Katsuki.” You smiled. “And I forgive you. What you did was quite painful, but I know there’s a reason behind it.”

Katsuki couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How could you forgive him that easily? Even though you didn’t know his reasons, you were forgiving him.

You wanted to know the reason, of course. But right now, that incident was already in the past and it’s better to just move on. It did hurt you like hell, you were still confused. But you’re positive Katsuki will eventually explain himself to you when he’s ready.

“I’ll prepare a warm bath for you.” You said as you look at him. “I’ll try to look for something that would fit you.”

“You don’t have to.” Katsuki said and started drying his hair.

“I insist.” You spoke. “You can close the door behind you. We don’t want the cold breeze to come in.”

Not letting him respond, you then proceed to your bathroom where you cover the drain in your bathtub, switched the water heater on and let the water run until it fills the tub.

You are well aware that Katsuki would just stop you from doing this for him, so when you exited your bathroom, you ignore his voice, calling for you and just head straight to your room looking for your few oversized shirts and shorts.

No. This isn’t from your ex-lovers. You just find these kinds of clothing comfortable especially when its your lazy day.

‘This will do.’ You thought to yourself and went back downstairs.

“I guess this will fit you, Katsuki-“

You paused in the middle of your sentence when you made a mistake to look at him.

There he was completely topless, back facing you while seemingly trying to take his belt off.

Katsuki who heard your voice simply turn his head to look at you.

You were in daze.

“Like what you’re seeing?” He smirked when he saw your reaction.

PART 22

This is really short but I do hope you guys still like it. Thank you so much for waiting. 😘

[allwormdiet]

Hive 5.9

Don't worry everyone, dragons are notoriously easy to defeat with little harm done, right?

Taylor's attempt at bravado is very humorous, if dramatically misplaced

Also Sundancer I'm so sorry you have to catch up so fast on Skitter stuff, but this is what you deal with in Brockton Bay

I dunno Taylor, I get that the objective here is that the ABB gets taken down, but are you sure the correct answer here doesn't involve Kaiser getting his stupid pointy ass cooked inside that armor?

Snark aside, this isn't a fully incorrect complaint to have about a teammate who's like. Not fighting. On a mission where you kinda all gotta fight. Like I know why Sundancer's not doing it, but that didn't get explained in much detail to anyone else

Skipping the part where Kaiser does his thing because he's a fucking Nazi and he doesn't get called "cool" or "interesting" he gets called a fucking Nazi

What I'd give for the shoe to be on the other foot here, but alas

Taylor, I love the noble intentions thing, your dedication remains as admirable as ever, however: he's a fucking Nazi. You're not spinning the "it's bad to murder people" idea this time.

Yeah yeah yeah! There we go! Use the friendly fire power while the Nazis are in the blast zone! Perfect! Sundancer I forgive everything, you're great

please don't make me eat those words later

Jesus fucking Christ that is hot

Guess that's proof Lung isn't totally immune to fire though

Yeah that

Fucking Nazi scumbag idiot.

Kaiser dies, right? There's no way he comes out of this story in one piece. I hope it's undignified. I hope his own spikes pin him in the Family Guy death pose.

What a great fucking sell on this moment, Jesus Christ

Oh no.

Ohhh no.

Taylor you are so fucking brave and that is a problem

Ho-ho-holy fuck this is so dire, it's great but also horrific.

See, yeah, I'm pretty sure that's the mistake that's gonna keep getting made here, and I'm pretty sure Lung's not even gonna get the worst of that. He's, y'know, still alive by the end of this.

Totally forgot about Newter's hallucinogen the first time I was reading this fight. So fucking cool as a detail.

So I joked back in Arc fucking 1 that either Lung was going to keep getting his eyes fucked up or Taylor was going to keep going for the eyes. I didn't expect to get more data for those at the same fucking time, but here we are I guess

God that's nasty, also incidentally not how eyeballs would come out, learned that by hanging around discussions of Naruto's plug-and-play magic eyes

(Short version is that the eye tissue would give up before the optic nerve would, so any eyes you yanked out would be. Less than whole.)

Oh thank God, I'd wondered about that actually

Nazi capes fuck off!! You tell em Taylor

If this isn't the vibe of Taylor interacting with other capes outside the team, I'll eat my hat.

Current Thoughts

Hoooooooly shit what a fucking chapter

What a fight, what a display, what an interwoven dance of stupid and clever and desperate and resolute

Taylor is only getting more brutal over time and I think she's gonna notice the blood on her hands (literal or otherwise) even less as she goes

Leaving it here for tonight, finish the arc tomorrow and keep this train a-rolling.

[thecameronchronicles]

The Quickie

TW: Smut. Language. Semi public sex. 

SUMMARY: You and Rudy can’t keep your hands off of each other and it puts your secret relationship in jeopardy. 

Word Count: 800

*Requested*

The Quickie

Season three premiere party. Your first one as you were the newest cast member added rather last minute. And yet even if you'd only had a few memorable lines, you managed to attract Rudy's attention from the get-go. The way you remained professional, even despite his attempts to fracture this with seduction and humor, had been whittled down to his overall charm. Whether it was the eagerness and devotion he had to you since you'd first arrived on set or the boundaries he respectfully teased, he had managed to break your rule of not dating any co-stars. 

But as you wore the title of girlfriend proudly, you simply basked in knowing you had him all to yourself. And because of that, you didn't feel the need to broadcast it on social media. That and the fact that there existed a fraction of his fans that were beyond cruel and unaccepting of any of his former girlfriends. And for that reason, he wanted to protect you and keep your relationship a secret. But that would be easier said than done as this was the night of the season three premiere party and you had to act your best role yet to act as if you didn't yearn for each other. 

"Rudy?" Austin asked as he casually carried the gaze he made to you from over his drink now to your mutual friend who struck up a conversation you'd tuned out to as you could only focus on Rudy. Specifically, the way his ensemble clung tightly to his skin and teased what you knew was well beneath it, the lines of muscle and edges of a toned physique even marked by your touch. You bit your lip at the thought before the sound of your name from Madelyn made you blush. 

"Sorry?" 

"I wanted to know what you thought about your first premiere...I know they can be a bit intimidating..." You nodded, explaining how you felt so fortunate to have their support through and through as they truly had become more like family in such a short amount of time. 

But as Carlacia and Madison then carried the conversation more towards fashion, you would feel your cheeks burn as you caught him looking at you from across the small space you had all shared. With only allowing a smirk as you caught him in your peripheral vision, you decided to torment him in such a way that remained reserved from the close gazes but also direct enough to where he understood your intentions. A simple uncross and crossing of your legs would allow this as you led your hand over your knee, lifting it higher still as he clenched his jaw in imagining his own touch, a thought you shared. 

"Pictures!" JD announced as you were now forced to walk the carpet, taken hold by Madelyn on one side and Rudy on the other, you fought to test these limitations. 

"God, I can't wait to tear that fucking dress off of you-" He spoke into your ear as your cheeks flushed but you continued to focus on the cameras before you. The flashes and the summons of your names all muffled together as you turned back to him. 

"Why wait?" His jaw tensed as you finished your expected photos before moving to the edge of the carpet as his fingers quickly wove into your own. 

"I'm so desperate for you..." He groaned against your lips, pulling your leg to his hip so he was able to lift the skirt of your dress even higher. 

"I promise tonight, I'll take my time, but right now-" 

"Fuck me, Rudy..." He scoffed, lifting you around him after your panties draped over your ankles and fell to the floor following that initial thrust. 

"Jesus!" He clawed his dominant hand into you before setting a pace, your jaw clenching to try and keep quiet as your only cover had been that of a sheet hung to keep this half of the venue closed to curious bodies such as yourselves. 

"Fuck-" His hand came to your mouth. 

"Don't stop moaning for me baby, you know how much I love to hear it...just gotta do it into my hand this time, alright?" You nodded as he kept his pace, building to that edge while offering sporadic kisses along your neck and back to your lips before you'd pull him into your chest. His free hand collected your breast from over your dress. 

"Tonight, THESE are getting special attention..." He teased as the dress was too tight to slip his fingers beneath its frustrating fabric as you nodded. 

"Oh shit...I'm gonna...oh fuck..." You whimpered into his hand as he withdrew his hand and used it to drive further into you. 

"Come for me, baby..." 

"I'm-" You gasped, the feeling of that band breaking from within now letting you coat his cock in your slick, which allowed his own final motions to be done in a frenzy. 

"Shit!" He suddenly spoke to the sound of a camera's flutter from the near distance as he breathed a sigh of disappointment. 

"Guess they know now, sweetheart…"

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[limerence-17]

Hey! Can you write something where the reader is best friends with Eddie, and she gets drunk at a party for the first time and it makes her horny. Maybe she's trying to seduce Eddie and he's trying SO hard to be a good pal and a gentlemen. He's having her drink water and tucking her into bed but god he's so in love with her and it's hard.

hi love, thanks for the request! and also i already know eddie would be fighting for his life trying not to let his feelings show so this is gonna be a fun one. hope this satisfies your request haha

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NOTHIN BUT A GOOD TIME

eddie x f!reader

word count: 1.7K

cw: underage drinking, getting drunk for the first time, dirty talk, fluff like a lot of fluff (a lot of feelings and angst and shit,)

drinking that night sort of started off as a joke. the girls on the cheer team had offered you a shot of vodka and instead of backing down the way you normally would, you agreed. but you'd also agreed to two, then three and somehow made it to around six or seven that evening.

you're not sure how it was that easy to go from being the girl who never drank to suddenly the girl who did, but you didn't care. all that mattered right now was how fast you could sway your body to the music with the lights low in the kitchen, and you could think about was the feeling of the alcohol coursing through your body, making you feel both giddy but also sleepy?

you could hear the song nothin' but a good time by poison starting up on the stereo in the living room and it was almost like your brain was transported back to listening to the song with your best friend eddie in his bedroom screaming at the top of your lungs playing air guitar. you wanted to go and remind him of listening to it together and so you hopped down from the kitchen chair, and made your way slowly past the crowd of people in the hallway through the living room and into the backyard. you opened the screen door and could hear crickets chirping and could feel the cool breeze from the warm early september air.

you spotted your best friend since the ninth grade, eddie sitting near the bushes behind the pool and couldn't help but run over to him. he seemed surprisingly very sober, and his expression confused you. he looked worried, and uptight.

"woah, woah, woah don't mind me asking but how much did you have to drink?" he asks, grabbing you gently by your shoulders as you find yourself stumbling a bit, only to let out a laugh.

you completely avoid his question, only focusing on the beat and rhythm of the guitar from inside and grab his hands, moving him slowly from side to side so that he starts dancing.

"do you hear the song that's playing?! i can't remember us listening to this since grade 9 in your uncle's trailer!" you say, a bit louder than you expected.

"yeah i remember it's just- jesus i told your mom this wouldn't be a big deal or anything tonight," he says, a little nervous which doesn't seem like the eddie you know.

"eddie god, you're always looking out for me and i appreciate it but i seriously doubt i'll be going back to mom's house tonight," you says, still swaying him back and forth. eddie's hesitant, but eventually he gives in and dances with you and you two get through the song, laughing and smiling widely, jumping up and down. he's started playing air guitar just like you two were 14 again and once the song finishes, the two of you exhale with laughter, clearly exasperated and sweat dripping from your forehead.

you exhale, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. "god, thank you for that eddie i really needed that right now," you say pulling back from the hug. but when you pull back you don't walk away, instead you meet his glance and brush his hand gently with yours.

"eddie…" you say, quietly

eddie coughs a bit, awkwardly taking a step back from you. he laughs a bit, rubbing his nose, trying to avoid eye contact with you.

"we should go back inside, or you should go back inside. most of those mortals fucking hate me in there anyway," he says, sitting back down on the mantel beside the bushes.

you walk closer to him, feeling something ignited inside yourself, like a strange itch that needs to be scratched. god, you've never looked at eddie this way, but you can tell from how hot and flushed your cheeks and chest are you're feeling needy. horny, even for your best friend. and whether he wants to admit it or not, he might be too.

"i don't wanna go inside, i wanna be with you. i wanna be with you eddie," you say brushing your hand against his knee, before you turn and sit beside him. eddie lets out a shaky breath, trying so hard not to look at your or your chest.

"be with m- no- nope!" eddie starts to wave his hands in the air.

"you're not thinking straight. believe me if you were sober right now, you wouldn't even be having these thoughts, let alone be looking at me like that," he says, scoffing a bit at how silly the thought of you liking him would be.

"fuck that, i'm just saying what i've been thinking all these years," you say, suddenly feeling the room start to go dizzy. eddie's eyes go wide with curiosity.

"um- what exactly have you been thinking all these years?" eddie asks, placing some of his fingers over his mouth as he tries to read your expressions.

"well, just that you're attractive- even if you don't always see yourself that way. you know you can be friends with someone and still think they're hot y'know," you say, slurring your words a bit and using your hands a lot for exaggeration.

eddie looks at your eyes, then your lips. there's no subtlety there at all.

"no yeah- you're right about that one."

"do you mean to really tell me that you haven't ever thought about fucking me?" you ask. this is a new side of confidence that's overcome you and you've never spoken to a guy like this, let alone your best friend.

"jesus christ! what?! who said anything about fu- i mean- i- i don't know- i guess i-," you start laughing a bit, it's funny watching him turn red.

"you're not exactly saying no eds," you say, as you start to twirl a piece of your hair across your fingers, looking at him with lust filled eyes.

"fine whatever fuck it- maybe i've thought about it once-" he says, clearly embarrassed. you're not buying it.

"ok so what if it was more than once! you're my best friend i can never think about you that way it's just like a rule y'know- you're like my- my i don't know fuck," he says, completely speechless.

"we don't always have to be just friends eddie. not if i find you hot and you find me hot too," you say, smirking a bit.

you smile back at him, but the moment doesn't last long. you lean over, grabbing your stomach a bit. suddenly that warm feeling has turned into nausea and you're not entirely sure where to go from here.

"oh fuck- are you gonna-?" eddie asks, standing up quickly, worried you might puke on him.

"i-i'm not sure," you say softly.

"shit, ok wait here i'm gonna go grab you some water and then we're gonna head out, ok?" eddie asks, now making eye contact with you.

"mm," you croak out, worried you might be sick and you sit there waiting for him to come back and he does with a glass of water.

"ok c'mere drink up, darling," he says, handing you the cup and you oblige, drinking big sips. "thanks eddie," you croak out.

"ok i'm actually getting you home now," he says, motioning for you to wrap your arm around his shoulder and you do, dragging your feet across the concrete all the way to his car. he puts you in the passenger seat, buckling you up gently.

you admire how quiet he keeps it in the car, no noises, no talking, and surprisingly no radio which is very unlike the eddie you know. he pulls into your driveway and opens the car door for you and you wrap your arm around him once again. he walks you up to your room and helps you into bed.

"i'm sorry your first time drinking was such a bust, i promise it's not always like this," eddie says in a whisper, fixing the sheets for you.

"it wasn't a bust," you say as you start to close your eyes.

"i have you eddie," you say, grabbing his hand. "stay, please," you say, rubbing your thumb against his hand and his eyes goes wide once again. it's so hard for him not to give in, as he looks into your beautiful eyes and finds himself longing for his lips against yours but he knows more than ever that you're the one person he can't lose. his best friend. you're not just some hookup that he won't have to worry about the next, but if he were to make a move on you now he'd never forgive himself. but god, eddie thought to himself. you looked so fucking good and he was lying if he told himself he wasn't horny now too.

he leans over, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

"i'll see you tomorrow," he says and pulls your hand away leaving your room and heading back to his car.

[theringers]

marked up - charles leclerc

summary: you meet him at a club & take him home, but it turns out you both like to be in charge

warnings: 18+ NSFW, lots & lots, read at ur own risk, rough sex

You were surrounded by the loud boom of the DJ and the sweaty bodies of your friends as you all danced together in the club. You had been vacationing in London and met up with a group of guys at the club.

You had taken a liking to one of them, stealing glances across the room and winking whenever he got the opportunity to.

He walked over to you and held out his hand. “I’m Charles,” he said. “Great to meet you.”

You introduced yourself to him and continued talking. You learned about what he does for a living and where he’s from and you shared the same information about yourself with him.

Later in the night, the club began to get packed with more people. You would think that the crowd would die down the later it got, but apparently it’s the opposite.

He leaned in and whispered in your ear. "What do you say we get out of here?"

You nodded, at a loss for words. You’re never at a loss from words after that much alcohol. He grabbed your hand and slowly led you towards the exit of the club, hoping to not cause a stir with your group.

You pass the bouncer and give him a wave as you leave and start to follow the streets of London. You never knew how beautiful this city could truly be. You were unsure in the moment of whether it was the alcohol in your system or the hand you were holding.

You could tell Charles had a bit to drink as well. You continued to hear him speak French under his breath here and there, even though he knew you didn't speak it. You giggled and looked at him which caught his attention. "What's so funny?" He smiled.

You shook your head slowly. "Nothing. You're cute, that's all." You directed your gaze back down to the sidewalk.

He muttered under his breath again, but this time it was definitely English. "I'm not gonna be cute in a couple minutes now," he said quietly, and laughed.

"What was that?" You asked, hoping to get him to repeat himself so you could acknowledge what he said. Instead, he just shook his head and kept walking.

The streets of London were still surprisingly packed at this hour. Friends wandered down streets and alleyways laughing like this was a regular night for them. This certainly felt like a regular night out for you, but you felt safer even despite your state of inebriation.

Charles looked just as in awe of the surroundings as you did. "Is this your first time in London?" He asked. His hand was still tangled with yours when he began to swing your arms back and forth like a child.

"Yes, actually. And it's living up to my expectations for sure." You smiled at him.

"I'm glad it is. I've been here a few times," he stopped and stumbled over his own feet, almost bringing you to the ground with him.

You broke out in laughter and clapped your hands together as he looked at you in shame. You almost felt bad until he began to laugh as well. Charles stood up, dusted himself off, grabbed your hand, and continued walking down the lit street.

He pointed forwards at a hotel entrance with his free hand and led you inside. The bright lights and white decor shocked your eyes before entering the elevator. He pressed the floor button as you descended up to his room. You weren’t sure what to say in this moment and you could only hope that the silence was comforting to him. You looked around the elevator, seeing things move around inside your eyes and trying to focus. Convincing yourself that you're sober is pretty difficult when you're not.

The door opened and you followed him through the carpeted halls. He grabbed a key out from his pocket and swiped it to open the door. "Home sweet home, baby." He gestured to the room as you walked in. As soon as the door closed, you felt a different energy from him. His eyes looked hungry as he looked your body up and down. You took a step backwards, against the door and did the same to him, finishing your glare at his face, focused on his lips.

"You are so sexy," he said, taking a step forward. His hand found your cheek before his lips crashed to yours.

You turned your head slightly, kissing him back. Your free hands went to his hair, pulling on his locks with need. He tasted incredible, even after a long night of drinking. You pulled his head away from your lips and down to your neck as he sucked on your skin. There was definitely going to be marks tomorrow.

His mouth lifted from yours and he spoke breathlessly. "Are you trying to get me to mark you up?"

You smirked. "Would it be the worst thing?"

He was just as devilish as you were. "Absolutely not." He made his way back to your neck. His hands trailed down your body, reaching the hem of your dress. His hand snaked under the hem and went to your backside. "You have an incredible ass," he said between kisses. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt that intense feeling growing in your abdomen. You pushed him back and took a few steps towards the bed before pushing him again onto the soft white comforter.

You straddled his lap. Your dress rolled up your legs and eventually rested around your waist leaving you bare. His hands found your ass again as you kissed him roughly. He pulled your body closer to him and you began to rock back and forth on his lap. "Shit, baby," he said between kisses. "I want you to ride me."

A smile formed across your face. "We don't always get what we want now do we?" You continued the motion on his lap, grinding harder and faster. You knew you were driving him crazy and it was getting to be too much for him to handle. He grabbed you and flipped you around so he was on top.

"I don't want you to think you're the one in control now, baby." He looked down at you with lust. You pulled him in for another kiss, but he resisted. He backed up off of the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt before tossing it to the side.

His lips found your legs as he began kissing up your body and crawling closer to you. His hand dipped into your underwear as he reached your inner thighs.

His fingers began tracing circles around your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. It had been months since anyone touched you like this. You tried to speak but the only thing that came out was a moan. His fingers lit your body up into flames.

"That's right," he said. A finger slowly found its way towards your entrance before slipping inside.

"Fuck," You moaned.

He followed suit. "I love to hear you moan for me baby." He entered another finger inside of you, hitting you in just the right spot. You rolled your eyes back, being shocked again when you felt his mouth on your clit.

You looked down to see his head buried between your thighs, going to work with intensity. "Jesus, Charles," You threw your head back again. He continued to work your body close while your legs wrapped around his back. You arched your back as you could feel something building inside of you. A moan escaped your lips followed by a few expletives.

His fingers worked inside of you and his tongue lapped around your core. He looked up at you, making eye contact while continuing all of these motions. He might be the hottest man you’ve ever seen in this moment.

He quickly sent you over the edge and you tried to recover before you pulled at him to get on the bed. Again, he resisted. "Baby, I'm in charge tonight." He flipped your body around so you were on your stomach. A sweet stinging sensation was felt on your ass as he grabbed your hips and pulled you up on all fours.

You heard the sound of foil ripping and he was soon inside of you. His pace was hard and rough and he felt so good inside of you.

Your arms felt like they were going to give out, so you leaned your head down on the bed as he pounded into you from behind. A low growl escaped his throat as you felt your head being tugged back up by your hair.

"Shit, you feel so good," he said with one hand gripping your ass and the other holding your hair in a makeshift pony tail.

"Fuck," You moaned, your body rocking back and forth before you began to feel that familiar feeling again. "Charles-" A hard smack on your ass stopped your speech but ultimately sent you over the edge.

He continued to work inside of you before his pace quickened and eventually slowed.

Your body fell onto the bed in exhaustion as he walked to the bathroom to clean up.

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You woke up the next morning with an arm draped over your side. You turned behind you to see a peaceful Charles still asleep. You didn't want to wake him but your head was spinning. You tried to get out of his grip but he eventually started to stir awake. "Good morning beautiful," he said in a rugged morning voice.

You smiled at him as you pulled the covers up and walked towards the bathroom. You passed the full length mirror, noticing my naked body covered in purple and red marks. Your hair was a mess but somehow your makeup was still intact.  You looked towards Charles on the bed and saw him already staring at you with a smirk on his face. "Look at you," he said.

You shook your head and laughed. "I'm going to hop in the shower real quick."

He promptly jumped out of bed. "I'll join you if it's alright?" He asked.

You nodded to him and started the shower, the bathroom filling with steam. He walked into the bathroom behind you and got a closer look at your body. "I think seeing you marked up by me is getting me hard again."

You turned around and looked at him before dropping to your knees. "Well, why don't we do something about that."

[moonshineboyz]

Sweet Dare || Eric Sohn

Pairing: sub!Eric x dom!fem reader

Genre: Smut, college house party

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mention of alcohol, dry hump, slight handjob, tiny bit of choking, unprotected sex

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“Truth or dare, Y/N/?” Your friend asked holding back a smug smile.

“Dare.” You didn't think much of it, already tired of being in that situation. Moreover, it was just a stupid game, it couldn't be something that bad... right?

“I dare you...” She thought tapping an index finger on her chin, looking around the circle of people sitting on the floor quietly waiting with anxious eyes. “… To sit on Eric’s lap. Like, kinda dry humping, you know?” Your eyes widened at that, a visible teasing smirk on her face now.

“What?” You scoffed. “No way I'm doing this. Not at all.” You shook your head, furrowed brows. There wasn't a minimal possibility in you doing such a thing with your friend.

You looked over at Eric, his eyes just as widened as yours, glued on the bottle in the center. Not that you thought he wasn't good looking or something of the sort, it's just that it felt weird, he was your friend after all and you couldn't think it'd be a good idea. Even though a little spark of curiosity ignited within you, but you decided to ignore.

“You're no fun.” Your friend faked a pout and giggled. “Okay, so... truth: would you sit on Eric's lap and dry hump him?” You just stared at her, not knowing why the hell she insisted in picking Eric out of all the other people in there. There was absolutely nothing between you two other than a friendship, and you were starting to worry that things would get awkward with him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, of course not.” You stated sternly rolling your eyes at the end. “Okay, next.” You quickly stretched out your arm to spin the bottle so the game could continue.

Not even waiting for the bottle to stop spinning, you got up on your feet and excused yourself saying that you needed to use the bathroom. You glared over at Eric and saw the lingering shock mixed with embarrassment in his face. You made eye contact with him for a millisecond and turned to the door, leaving the room that was filled with giggles once more.

As you closed the door behind you, your ears were welcomed again by the loud music coming from downstairs, questioning why you'd agreed on going to a house party. You made your way towards the bathroom down the hall, trying not to bump into some random drunk bodies and couples making out.

A sigh of relief left your lips as soon as you locked the door. Coming near the mirror, you noticed how your eyes were starting to get red due to the tiredness accumulated from the week. You needed to go home in that instant if you wanted to get some sleep and be able to get up early next morning. “Fuck projects on Saturdays.” You thought to yourself.

You turned on the faucet and wet your nape a bit in an attempt to refresh yourself. Looking back in the mirror while fixing some strands of your hair, a thought came back into your mind, what if you had accepted that dare? How would it had felt like? How Eric would feel like against you? You got surprised by your own mind, especially by the last question. You shook your head as if to clear your mind and get these weird thoughts away.

Getting out of the bathroom, you went straight into the kitchen, willing to have one last glass of juice or soda before going home, to which you thanked heavens for being able to find a second option to drink since you weren't having alcohol. You filled yourself a cup of orange juice, happy not to see many people in this part of the house, them being too focused on getting more drinks and some snacks, so you wouldn't have to engage in an unwanted small talk with any of them. As you were looking out the window, lost in your own thoughts about the project you had to do, a familiar voice called you.

“Y/N! Noona, I was looking for you!” You turned to see your pink haired friend coming your way. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You nodded signaling for him to continue. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Hmm, are you, perhaps... by any chance... mad at me?” Eric asked hesitantly, expression on his face telling you he was afraid of your answer.

“What? No! Why would I?” You chuckled lightly.

“Because of... that dare?” He more asked than answered you and you raised your brows. You slightly cursed at this topic being brought up in your mind again.

Waving your hands as in a “no” motion to calm his worries you said: “No, no, it's okay. It's not even you who dared me.” You offered a kind smile. “And you?” Eric tilted his head and looked at you a little puzzled, you chuckled again. “Are you mad at me? I mean, I'm sorry I said that in a rude way, I didn't mean to. It's just that it weirded me out and... you know, we're friends...”

“Yeah, I understand. And I'm not mad at you either.” You nodded at his words and looked out the window once more to avert his gaze, and in that, you missed the way his cheeks got rosy. “So... we're good?”

“Yeah, we're good.” You smiled up at him reassuringly. You finished your juice in one last gulp and placed the glass back on the counter top. “I think that's enough partying for me tonight.”

“You're leaving already?” Even though it was just a tiny bit, it was visible the sadness in his eyes.

“I'm getting sleepy and bored.” You shrugged. “How are you going home?”

“Actually, I was supposed to leave with Sunwoo and sleep at his place because we have training tomorrow. But I bet he's too busy making out with someone right now.” He let out a small airy laugh.

“Well, you can sleep at mine. I think there's still a pair of your clothes from the last sleepover we had.”

Eric looked at you and then at the floor, debating with himself whether or not he should take your offer. “Are you sure? I don't want to bother you I can-”

“It's alright, I also have to go to the campus in the morning so we can go together. Plus, my house is closer to campus than Sunwoo's.” He gave you a wide smile deciding to leave the party with you. “Have you drunk?” You watched as he slowly shook his head mumbling something about just having soda all night. “Good, so you're driving.” You said tossing him your car keys and walking to the front door, ready to leave the house.

“Wait, really?” He took hurried steps to get beside you, eyes ten times bigger as he asked. You giggled at his cuteness, fighting the urge to pinch his cheek.

“Just because I'm tired and you need to practice.”

“Wow, thank you, noona! You're the best!” Eric smiled bigger than ever.

“Yeah, yeah, just don't crash my car and don't try to kill us.” You rolled your eyes jokingly at him strongly nodding all excited. He was like a puppy.

Eric was always like that, following you around, giggly and energetic saying how nice he thought you were and how he liked to spend time with you. Sometimes you found he resembled a little kid, with sparkly eyes and talking in a rushed manner gesturing his hands. And when you laughed at anything he said, he'd open the biggest smile turning his eyes into crescent moons.

You had such a soft spot for him.

It was hard not to, actually. He constantly tried to show how much he cared for you, listening and supporting you when you needed it. Never wanting to bother or disappoint you in any way.

In the calm ride back to your house, you kept giving Eric some directions on where to turn, since he didn't know that neighborhood very well. When you got to a more known route and he didn't need more instructions, your mind began to wander. The thoughts of him being a sweet nice friend now giving space to the ones about how he could be so determined and focused. And damn, you just noticed how hot he looked when focused and serious like that.

You could tell by his stiff body that he was a little bit nervous in driving someone else's car, but you thought it just added to the hotness. His perfect side profile and sharp jaw line, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Your eyes traveled from his soft pinkish lips to his arms and the way they flexed as he grabbed the steering wheel, making you gulp at the sight. You quickly glanced from his chest to his thighs and turned your head to look at the road in front of you, cursing at how you were thinking about your dear friend.

Not much time later you arrived home and Eric parked your car perfectly, turning to you with an expecting expression waiting for some sort of feedback.

“You did great, really. Just need to remember to turn the headlights off.”

“Oh, right! Sorry.” He widened his eyes noticing the light reflecting ahead of the car and you chuckled.

As soon as you both stepped inside, you made your way to your own room, telling Eric he could take a shower first if he wanted and his mentioned pair of clothes was in the spare room. You started moving around grabbing the stuff needed for the project next morning, too distracted that you didn't even notice Eric anxiously standing at your door until he called you.

“Noona, I know you're tired but can we talk? I need to get this off my chest.” Worry and a tint of fear were written all over his face. You hummed and signaled him to take a seat on your bed, following him when he did. The boy closed his eyes taking in a deep breath. “Listen, I'm really sorry. It's just that I don't know what to do, I shouldn't but I can't stop thinking about it and it's driving me crazy-”

“About what exactly, Eric?” You cut him off, feeling anxious at him beating around the bush.

He dropped his head and closed his eyes shut, one hand intertwining fingers with the other, knuckles white from the strength he was applying. “Earlier. The dare. I wished y-... I-I just got curious ab- I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me.” He wanted to curl himself up out of embarrassment, waiting for you scold him.

But instead, your eyes grew bigger and your heart started racing. You had no idea he'd be thinking about this like you were and honestly, you found it interesting. With butterflies in your stomach, you touched his shoulder softly calling out his name saying you weren't mad, which made him look up at you but not raising his head, too afraid you'd get angry. “You want to try it?”

He sat up straight surprised at your question, avoiding your eyes. “N-no, you don't have to, I just needed to-”

“I'm asking if you want to. It's okay.” You gave his knee a gentle squeeze and it was like the air got knocked out of his lungs when he slightly nodded and said “yes” in a small voice. Cheeks immediately getting flushed, you smirked at that.

You pointed your finger, indicating Eric to sit a little further on the bed, leaning his back on the headboard and you wasted no time in straddling him. Your heart was pounding so much as you looked deep into his eyes, sensing the nervousness, so you leaned in closer and whispered in his ear for him to relax. Deciding that you needed to make him relax yourself, you planted a kiss on his jaw to which he inhaled deeply and you could see his skin already getting goosebumps, softening his body.

You ran your fingers through his soft pink locks and tugged lightly at it, to make him give you more access to the skin. Trailing open mouthed kisses down his neck you left a hickey and Eric gasped when he felt your tongue tracing the mark you just made, bucking up his hips. You felt him getting hard and started to move your hips in a circular motion, but in a languid rhythm, making him shudder with the increasing arousal, added to the way he'd been thinking about you all night since that stupid game. And the fact that he had you right there in his lap but still couldn't get satisfied made him groan in frustration, growing needier by the second.

“This needy already, baby?” A hearty chuckle left your lips. “You can touch me.” You whispered noticing how his hands were gripping the bedsheets and Eric immediately grabbed your hips, trying to pull you closer to his crotch.

“Noona~ hmm stop teasing,I-” He got cut off, breath hitching when you repositioned yourself to better align your already throbbing core to his hard cock. Grinding down onto him, Eric sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to hold back a moan, but let out a small whimper.

“Don't hide your moans, baby, I want to hear you.” You lowered your face to suck on the sweet spot of his neck, causing him to moan and grab your hips harder. “That's better.” You smiled leaving wet kisses on his skin and raking his scalp, to which the boy whined. You applied more force to the friction, seeing him writhe underneath you and finding sinfully beautiful the way he furrowed his brows with eyes closed and breathed heavily, groaning in a low tone.

You looked at his lips, slightly swollen by the biting to hold his noises and you felt the urge to taste them. Both your hands went to each side of his jaw holding his face, you leaned in closer and let your lips brush over his, softly at first, finally clashing at them when he didn't pull away. You inhaled in deeply, feeling lightheaded with the new sensation.

Eric's hands timidly caressed your thighs, but grabbed the flesh strongly the moment you licked his bottom lip and caught it between your teeth, gently nibbling at it. Your tongue soon met his and you felt shockwaves run down your spine. The kiss felt like heaven but with a tint of something lustful and vicious, just like a sweet but strong wine. And you were more than willing to get drunk on it.

The make out was messy and sloppy, filled with heavy breaths and small whimpers. You never stopped moving your hips and by the way Eric was starting to shake, digging his nails into your skin, you guessed he was close. You thought of letting him come undone just like that, but decided on something better.

You pulled away, taking in at the blushed cheeks and dazed look on his face up close and hop out of the bed. His confused expression asking why you left him like that, right on the edge of his release.

“What? I'm giving you something better instead of letting you cum in your pants.” You chuckled and he blushed harder. “Now take your clothes off, baby.”

You watched his trembling hands slide his pants off of him together with the underwear and get rid of his shirt. You stared at his beautiful naked body laying there on your bed, patiently waiting for your next move. The tip of his dick was angry red, twitching and dripping precum onto his abdomen as you slowly unbuckled the belt of your high waisted shorts. His eyes were glued on you, hungrily scanning your body and cursing under his breath about how hot you were.

“N-noona, you're so beautiful.” Eric shifted in his place, wanting you to touch him again.

Staying only in your black and red bra, you walked up back to the bed and sat on Eric's thighs, lightly scratching his abs and making him shudder. You wrapped one hand around his cock and smeared the leaking precum with your thumb, gaining a gasp from him. You pumped him slowly but with a tight grip, gyrating your wrist. The other hand sneaked up to his neck, fingers closing around it putting just a small pressure.

“Will you be good to me?” He nodded. “Use your words, honey.” You purred, voice like satin and a faint smirk playing on your lips.

The boy gulped and you felt it against your palm. “I-I'll be good, noona, I promise.”

You smiled mischievously pumping his shaft for a few more seconds before standing on your knees to straddle him in a better position. Your cunt was aching to clench around something, wetter than you've ever been.

With one hand you held on Eric's shoulder and the other guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip on your folds at first and circling your clit, making you both jolt a little due to the sensitivity. You played like that a bit more and sank onto him, feeling him stretching you out and let out a broken moan. “You feel so good, baby.”

You trailed your tongue on the side of his neck, taking in the saltiness of the thin layer of sweat that was starting to form on the skin and rotated your hips teasingly, he was stuffing you so good you rolled your eyes.

His knuckles turned white from the strong hold in your waist as if you were going to disappear. He thrust up, whining as he reached deeper inside you, your pussy so tight around him. Just by the way he started panting looking at you half lidded eyes, you knew he wasn't going to last long, and to be honest neither were you.

“Be good and stay still.” You said with lust dripping from your words like they were pure venom.

You lifted your hips just to sink back down onto Eric, setting a lazy rhythm just to last a little longer and enjoy the feeling of his cock massaging your inner walls.

“C-can I kiss you?” The boy asked in a husky voice, letting out a moan in the end and you couldn't say no. You pulled him closer by the back of his head crashing your lips together and kissing hard. He whimpered into the kiss when your nails raked his nape and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around his till he pulled away heavily breathing. “Please, can I touch you more?”

You smiled to yourself, seeing how eagerly your friend seemed to want you and that made you want to tease him a little more. “What's that? You like fucking your noona, hm?” Your hand caressed his flushed cheek, thumb tracing the outline of his lips. “Tell me, baby, you wanted this so much, didn't you? Have you thought about it?” He squirmed biting his bottom lip and shyly nodded.

“Noona, please, can I touch you?” Eric repeated his question, hands itching to travel up your body to touch your breasts but you shook your head, telling him to just keep his hands on your waist or he wouldn't get nothing at all. But he could kiss it though, to which he quickly started littering kisses all over your collarbones and chest, biting onto the soft skin.

The pace of your hips increased, bouncing on his cock and letting out soft moans and dirty praises. “What a good boy. You're so obedient, baby.” He was indeed being so good to you, but it was so hard to keep his hips in place or not to use his hands to explore your body. Your hand pulled his hair to make him look up, while the other went to wrap around his throat, making his jaw drop, eyes fluttering shut. “Think I should reward you more often. What do you think, would you like that?” You scratched his abdomen again, earning a husky 'please' from him.

You started riding him in a desperate rhythm making him go even deeper, nails digging into his shoulders, his dick hitting the right spot inside you each time your hips met, to which your vision blurred, finding hard to keep your eyes open. A knot was forming at the pit of your stomach and you could already feel your release at your fingertips.

Everything felt just too much for the poor boy, amazingly too much. He was so overwhelmed by the feeling of being swallowed by your warm wet cunt and the way you looked like a goddness while riding him so good, calling him baby was making him almost lose his sanity.

“Y/N ngh- noona... shit-” Eric cried out, your walls contracting so deliciously that he couldn't help but to spill himself to the very last drop inside you, cumming while he repeated your name as if it was the only thing he knew. You drank in the way he threw his head back rolling his eyes.

“Fuck, you look so cute when you cum, baby.” You tried to maintain a steady voice but it came out shaky by how his cock was twitching. Your body began to spasm, never stopping your erratic moves to chase your own climax, with hips stuttering.

All the tension built up in your entire body snapped like electricity spreading under the skin and you bit down onto the crook of Eric’s neck to muffle your moans when you came around him, clenching so much it made him arch his back. Huffing and puffing you sloppily undulated your hips to come down from your high, prolonging the feeling of tremors running through your body.

You collapsed resting your forehead on his shoulder trying to catch your breath and when you did, you slowly slid him out of you making him sigh and started to leave butterfly kisses on the boy’s neck where you had left marks earlier to which he chuckled.

“And you wanted to go home because you were tired.” He said jokingly and you blew air from your nose lifting your head to stare at him.

“And I was! But someone was needy.” You teased back. “Now guess we’re gonna be late in the morning.” Your finger pointed at the clock on the nightstand stating that was already past 1am.

Eric shrugged, looking up at you with lazy hooded eyes, a faint blush on the cheeks complimenting his slightly swollen lips and a little bit of hair sticking to his forehead. His skin was glowing. “I don’t mind, it’s already worth it.” You thought you saw a different spark into his eyes, different from the looks he gave you all night, this was a hungrier one.

[baby-iloveyou]

A cover model, only for your eyes to see [PART 2]

pairing: yeo changgu from pentagon x gn! reader genre: smut, bit of fluff but honestly not that much warnings: changgu has a corruption kink, teasing, reader's first time, reader is very innocent and not-knowing about sex stuff, changgu and reader have been in a relationship for a few months but it was still first-base, swearing, changgu drinks some beer but it's not important to the story summary: Your relationship with Changgu has been nothing but lovey dovey so far, and when Changgu asks you to visit him at his Men's Health photoshoot, you can't say no. But this would mean you would see him shirtless for the first time, and you didn't expect the view to affect you that much. word count: 2k writer notes: this is part 2 of "A cover model, only for your eyes to see"!! if you haven't read part 1 yet, you can do so here. also jesus fucking christ changgu is so attractive,, he's a fine man he also: happy new year!! here's to 2022 :) You are on PART 2, here's PART 1

5 more hours of seeing your boyfriend topless and trying not to actually burst from need.

You felt like you were actually going insane. The day felt like an eternity, and Changgu providing looks and body for your thoughts wasn’t helping. The only thing you could think about was how guilty you would normally feel for thinking about this kind of stuff, but today you had been teased too much by him to even think about the shame. He dominated all of your thoughts, even when you tried thinking about other things. Nothing helped, your boyfriend was the only thing that you could think of.

One outfit was done, and we were on to the other. It was an endless cycle of Changgu changing clothes, getting touched up by the make-up artist, looking absolutely stunning, taking photos, undressing (where possible, because half of the time he was already topless), repeat. It drove you crazy. The way his perfect body looked while he was sitting down, standing up, wearing an entire suit or just a jacket. It drove you mad.

“Good job everyone! Thank you for your hard work!” The last announcement rang through the photostudio. Everyone started clapping, telling each other they worked hard. Changgu thanked every staff member for their work as well.

It was done! Changgu had finished his Men’s Health photoshoot. It was 6PM, a good time to end the work day. This also meant it was only a short while until he would help you with your… need. The words kept replaying in your mind. “I have an idea… but you’ll have to wait for tonight.” It made you so curious as to what he would do. You could not even imagine how you would help yourself, let alone another person would be able to help you with that need.

But Changgu seemed confident and you knew you could trust him.

“You did so well baby!” You said as you ran over to Changgu and pecked his lips. He smiled, “I hope you weren’t too bored, just sitting there and watching me. But I don’t think that was a problem, was it?” That damn smirk. That damned smirk from the toilet stalls was back. You could feel your stomach flipping around. “Changgu, how are you gonna do something about-” You weren’t able to finish your sentence because of Changgu’s finger on your lips, shushing you. “I’ll show you, trust me.” The tone of his voice was both reassuring as well as teasing. You silently nodded and got ready to leave the studio to go home.

Finally it was time for dinner. You raised your glass of coke and said: “On your second Men’s Health feature! Cheers!” Your glass clinked with Changgu’s glass of beer, and you both took a sip. Changgu wanted some chimaek - Korean fried chicken and beer - so you ordered some once you got home. You also finally took the time to look through the photos you took earlier, showing Changgu your personal favourites.

A considerable amount of time after you had finished eating, you decided to speak up. “Baby, when are you gonna show me the thing you promised earlier today? At the studio?” You were still sitting at the dining table, Changgu was scrolling through some more photos he took of b-cuts and looked up once you spoke. You could tell his eyes were getting darker the moment you finished your sentence. He got up from his chair without speaking, walked over to you to pull your chair back and pick you up from where you were sitting. “Hey! Please answer me?!” You sputtered while he carried you with such ease, walking toward the bedroom. He sat you down on the bed, eyes even darker now - how was it even possible for a man’s eyes to be THAT dark?? - and finally talked.

“Guess it finally is time to help you out.”

A long silence. Then he spoke again. “Fuck, you’re so cute. You’re so innocent, I actually cannot believe it.” His voice kept ringing in your ears. “You’re so innocent.” The words were like a broken record, as if he kept repeating them, that’s how vividly you could hear him say it. Over and over again. That loop was disturbed by a sudden forward dash from Changgu, kissing you. This wasn’t your regular peck on the lips. This was a kiss filled with lust, need, passion. You were caught off-guard, but the feeling in your lower stomach returned. This was good, this was nice. You felt nice. Changgu’s lips felt nice.

All of a sudden, you could feel Changgu’s hand on your back, tugging at your shirt as an indication of trying to take it off. You were shocked, and accidentally let out a small moan. This caused for an opportunity for Changgu to slip in his tongue, deepening the kiss. His other free hand was now on one of your hands, guiding it to his abdomen again, just like this afternoon.

Changgu suddenly let go of your hand and leaned back, separating you two, to pull his white t-shirt over his head. There they were again: the perfect abs that you couldn’t stop staring at this afternoon. Your eyes were once again locked on the cubes, as if the scene was happening for the first time all over again. His hand grabbed the hand he let go of again, this time to properly make you trace his sixpack. His eyes darted up from your hands to your eyes, and seeing your expression gave him a massive confidence boost. You were blushing so much again, he loved seeing you this weak because of him. And it was so much more special since this was the first time someone actually made you feel this way.

“How do you feel, love?” You were aware of his teasing tone but you couldn’t help but be completely honest. “This is not enough, I still feel that weird feeling…” He guided your hand down to his crotch area again, but this time there was no staff that might be seeing your actions or to stop you in your tracks, it was just you two. This time, you could very clearly feel some kind of bump, you could even see it through his sweatpants. As you realised what it was, you gasped, raising your hands and holding them in front of your face. You were embarrassed, but you were so curious as well. Slowly, your hands went back to his crotch, your eyes meeting Changgu’s eyes. Changgu licked his lips at the sight, and even let out a moan when you accidentally palmed him through the grey sweatpants.

That sound. The way he sounds when he moans. It just added on to the feeling in your stomach.

“Shit, do that again Y/N…” You kept repeating the movement, and your ears kept on listening to his groans. “For such an innocent one, you’re extremely good at palming people, did you know that?”

At this point, Changgu had had enough. He pulled your hands away from his sweats, and stood up. “Strip for me, love.” Did he… did he really ask you to strip your body of all clothing? “Are we gonna have sex?” You uttered, cheeks red from even bringing up the word sex. He huffed. “I guess that’s a way of putting it. I’d call it ‘I fuck you into oblivion and you get obsessed with my cock’.” Your eyes were wide open at this point, disbelief that he just said that.

To be honest, you were slightly scared. But you knew you could trust Changgu. And part of you was still very curious and wanted this needy feeling to end. So you listened to his order and stripped until you were completely naked. The satin bed sheets felt nice underneath your body.

You looked up at your boyfriend, who was now staring at you instead of the other way around.

“Oh my god, Y/N… I’ve been waiting for this day. You look fucking amazing. I need to be in you right now.”

He did not hesitate: while reaching for the condoms in his bag, he slowly took off his sweats, intentionally leaving his boxer shorts on. When he turned back to face you, he took off his boxers, revealing his dick which sprung out of the restraints, even harder than before because of you palming him. You gulped audibly, it was huge.

“Did you think I would be smaller than this? Oh wait, I don’t know whether you would even imagine my hard cock. You’re so innocent.” He said while rolling the condom onto his length. He sounded so patronising again, but you were weirdly attracted to it. He was right. At the end of this, you would be obsessed.

“Turn around and on all fours. I’ll make you feel so good baby.” You did as he demanded, terrified of what would happen next now that you couldn’t see him anymore. Once you got on all fours, you could feel him positioning his hands on your hips, and the bed sinking right behind you, meaning he sat down there. “Are you ready?” He asked you. He didn’t give you any time to respond however, as he slowly inserted his member into your hole. You were unable to speak, the only thing to come out of your mouth was an elongated moan, followed by some heavy breaths.

Changgu groaned. “Fuck, my baby is so tight for me, hm?” You could feel tears forming in your eyes; you were filled up to the brim. A few moments later, Changgu started moving. In, out, in, out, a soft ass-smack in between, in and out again. With every movement, the only thing you could do was moan. It felt so fucking good. The relief after having this pent-up feeling for the entire day was amazing. He felt so amazing.

You finally tried to speak again. “Ch-changgu… Oh my-oh my god… You-you were r-right… This is s-so good…” Your sentence kept getting interrupted by your moans and groans, and the sound of your skin smacking together certainly didn’t help you think, but in the end at least a sentence came out. Changgu laughed and huffed. “Are you already addicted? I guess I did my job.” You might not have been able to see his face, but you could just tell he had the biggest fucking smirk on his face at that moment.

“Did you know it’s really hot when you grab those bed sheets? Holding on to something because I’m filling you up so well, it’s very cute.” Changgu being Changgu, he kept on edging you. And at some point, it was too much. “Changgu, I-I feel like I’m going to… explode… Or something…”

This made him go even harder.

“Cum for me baby, stain those bed sheets. It’ll be a nice memory, huh? Our first time.” His hand reached out for your private parts, causing even more stimuli. This was enough to send you over the edge. You let out a last, very loud moan before releasing and collapsing onto your forearms.

Changgu was also getting sloppy with his thrusts, and his huffs were getting louder. At some point, he too reached his climax. You could feel his twitching dick in you, the warm seed filling the condom. He collapsed on you, lying down with you on the bed. For a minute or so, the only sound that was filling the room was your heaving breathing.

His hand reached out for the back of your head, turning it so he could give you a kiss. “You took me so well, thank you for trusting me baby.” You stayed silent. It made Changgu worry slightly. “Did I do something wrong? What’s up?” He frowned and pouted, scared he had hurt you in any way. You opened your mouth without any sound coming out. Finally, you regained the ability to speak. “When’s round two?”

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

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❝ request by @supervalcsi: Dear Aurora, my love, my sunshine, may I get prompt 12 from angst list with Bishop?? Thank you so much my friend! I love you!!! 💕💕💕💕

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“Didn't know where else to go”.

His voice sounds lower than normal, as if he is on the verge of tears but fighting against it. You don't ask him how he knows your address, giving him enough space to come inside your house. Bishop doesn't doubt then, guiding his steps through the door to let you close it behind your back as you turn around to face him.

Sometimes he goes to the bar you work in, outside of Santo Padre, in one of the lost roads to nowhere. The two of you spend the night talking about anything concrete, interchanging words. And you can assure that between both there's some kind of connection since you met.

But tonight, he looks too different than usual. The black bags under his eyes mean that he hasn't had much sleep the last few days. The grown beard melting with his well-groomed mustache let you know that he hasn't taken care of himself lately. Just surviving like a lost soul, in pain for something you don't know. Traveling your eyes to his hands, you quickly notice his reddened knuckles a little bit raw.

Licking your bottom lip, hesitating, you take the first step ahead to taste the waters, invading his personal space. Knowing that Bishop is not going to take one back, you shorten till the minimal distance among your bodies to wrap him with your arms. Trying to comfort him, you hug him as much tightly as you can, feeling the man reciprocating the gesture; clinging himself to you as if you were the anchor that helps him to stay afloat.

Only then, he breaks into pieces, letting the tears run down his cheeks as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. Landing one of your hands on the back of his head, you caress gently his hair, wanting to make him feel better. You're not going to ask if he doesn't want to talk. The interrogatories aren't part of your personality. You're the one who usually listens in silence, and maybe offers some kind of advice. But it's not what Bishop needs, not tonight.

Much to your regret, you pull yourself away slowly, without doing any sharp move. Sliding your fingers down by his shoulders to the folds of the black kutte, you help him to take it off so you can hang it on a chair in the living room. He's following you like a lost puppy, keeping his head bowed. Doing the same with the black hoodie, after unzipping it, you hold his hand to guide him through the hallway towards your room.

The place is submerged under the gloom, only illuminated by some streetlights outside, but enough to see the tears on his face. After cleaning them with your fingers, while he takes off his boots and undoes the belt to throw it somewhere, you give him some space to undress and place his jeans and his shirt on the chair next to the desk.

Once lying down on your bed, you welcome him again between your bare and warm arms, aware that he feels a little better by the way his breathing sounds more calmed. Urging Bishop to rest his head on your chest, you can't help but leave a tender kiss on it.

“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that”.

Your voice is honeyed. A soft whisper transmitting him peace. Whilst his arms are surrounding your body and your left one is around his chest, your right hand caresses slowly his cheek; using your fingertips, barely watching the man close his eyes. Soon, his breathing is inappreciable, taking the same rhythm as yours.

Still half asleep you roll around the mattress, to hide your face from sunbeams, filling up your lungs with the strong manly scent from your unexpected visitor last night. Tightening the grip around you, Bishop sighs more awake than sleep, pressing his lips on your forehead for a kiss that lasts longer than expected. But you don't care. It doesn't bother you. Feels good, after all.

“Should I say sorry or thank you?” His throaty voice slides itself through your ears with sorrow and shame.

“You don't have to be sorry, nor thank me anything”.

The smile curving his lips brushes your forehead softly, slightly jumping your heart for no reason, apparently. Resting your heads over the pillow, without breaking the mess of legs and arms tangled you are, your eyes laid on each other. You don't know what time it is, but he looks more rested than yesterday.

“Two days ago… I lost someone important to me”.

“I'm sorry, Bish”.

“Yeah, me too. But things happen for a reason, isn't it?”

Briefly nodding, you're able to see him smiling again. A sleepy grin disappears after a short second. Closing his eyes again, the man sinks his face into the crook of your neck, holding you closer under his grip to his body. The soft gasp escaping his lips, after taking a breath of your sweet smells, makes you giggle because of the tickles.

But that bubble explodes when your phone rings. Normally, no one calls you before two at noon and it couldn't be this late.

“Don't answer, please…”

“Just lemme check who it is”.

Tossing a hand over your head, palming the nightstand until finding the phone, you place it in front of your head. Unknown number. You don't recognize it. Frowning confused, you poke Bishop's cheek to make him look at it. Seems like he recognizes it by the way he has to roll his eyes. Lying on his back and grabbing it, he slides his thumb over the screen to pick up the call.

“(Y/N)?”

“It's Obispo”.

“Jesus fucking Christ, brother, I'm too fucking old for these games. Been looking for you since yesterday morning, about having a heart attack”.

“Don't be dramatic, Taza… How the hell 'you have (Y/N)'s number? Actually, how the hell 'you know her?” Looking at you, the only thing you do is shrug confused. You haven't heard about this man in your life.

“I know you better than yourself, you should know it already”.

“I'm going to hang up”.

“Hey, hey, wait! You okay?”

“I was fucking okay till you call, enjoy my seat today”.

Not giving the man at the other side of the speaker the chance to respond, Bishop finishes the call, leaving the phone on the nightstand behind him.

“How did you know where I live?” You can't help but ask, showing up your curiosity.

“I went to the bar, hoping you were there. But your boss told me you were free, so I ended up threatening him to earn your address. He didn't want to tell me”.

“Maybe he thought you were a psycho”.

“Or a Mayan”.

“Yeah, that gang of Chicanos is pretty crazy too”.

“I hate that fucking name”.

Hearing Bishop laughing for the first time in a week makes you feel some nice shivers traveling your body, resting a leg over his lap and fitting your body to his.

“I came to you because you always cheer me up. No matter what. And I don't know how you do it, but I don't want you to stop”.

Lying by his side and placing a hand on the back of your thigh, to keep your leg over his, the Mexican slides his free arm under your neck with so much care.

“I like to see you happy, to see you smiling. It isn't something I can avoid”.

“What else you can't avoid?”

“The desire of asking you to stay”.

“I'm going to stay if you want me to stay”.

“What if I ask you to kiss me?”

Leaning towards you, the response doesn't wait. At first, Bishop just presses his lips against yours. A soft cramp that bristles your skin completely. Soon, your lips start to move slowly in sync, tasting each other, cutting off your breathings. It is better than you have fantasized sometimes while talking with him sitting on the bar and sharing old whisky in the small hours. And he feels good too, even if he continues carrying the sorrow because of his recent loss, knowing that he has won you somehow.

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[imthatchishiyasimp]

Loses and promises

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hi!!! I'm back hehe

It took me a long time to wrap my head around this idea, but I think I like how it turned out. I've been busy with work and I didn't get to post anything this week, I'm sorry.

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Without further ado, enjoy the read!!

TW: Blood, death and injuries are both mentioned and described

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I knock on his door, hard and fast. Jumping in one foot, I try to keep my balance while I tie my trainer. I rest my back on the door to prevent the obvious fall, and I finish tying the shoe. Except the door suddenly opens and I fall backwards pretty fast with a little scream.

“What the fuck?” He says, catching me by the shoulders and stepping back. “What do you want?” The question rolls with scepticism as he turns me around to face me.

I arch my eyebrows and point my finger to my wrist, simulating the time in a wristwatch.

“Already?” Chishiya hums and crosses his arms. “I must have lost track of time. Have they already made the teams?”

“Yup, and guess who’s going to annoy you for the rest of the night…”

He makes a face that’s supposed to look bothered. And he sure is bothered, he hates having to deal with me during games. But I can see through that. He’s not the only one that hates pairing in games; I do too. Not only because he’s annoying and always acts like he’s the only one worthy of winning, but because I would hate to be involved in a heart’s game with him. I know he would do anything to survive, anything, even if it kills him. And I would too. And he knows it.

“We are leaving in a few minutes. Get ready, you lazy ass” I turn around and head to my room to finish getting ready. I hear his breathy laugh just as he starts closing the door of his room. I might need something to protect myself, or something to get rid of people. Who knows what we will be facing tonight.

The car is full of people and smells like alcohol, drugs and sweat. It’s disgusting and I try to get my face as far as it can go through the window.

“Will you stop moving? It’s pretty uncomfortable and I hate the smell as much as you, so either you make me a place in that window or I throw you off my lap” Chishiya says, calmly and quietly near my ear. My hair blows as his breath leaves his lips and chills run through my body, keeping me so still that it seems as if I turned into rock.

Indeed I am in his lap, and indeed I have been moving. But just because I want to breathe fresh air. Just because of that. Sure. No reason behind.

I laugh, in silence, but I laugh. There were too many people in need of refilling their visas, so we had to pair in greater groups. And I was so not gonna sit in the laps of the horny people overbooking the Beach. So , after a huge fight, I made Chishiya sit under me, in exchange of looking for white hair dye.

I move just a bit more to play with him and I feel him tense under me, his hands coming to my hips. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop” So I move to the edge and get comfortable on his knees, leaving him a small place on the window to put his face.

We watch as the city moves in darkness, leaving behind flashes of light holding game’s arenas. I can hear distant music and screams, gunshots and creepy sounds. Maybe it’s real, maybe it’s my imagination, but I would swear on my visa that they won’t stop when the sun comes up. It’s been so long that even when I close my eyes I can still listen to the people dying in their games. I try to silence them with other things, and sometimes it works, but I’m getting tired of it.

The doors of a forest garden awaits us as we arrive. It’s a closed part of the outskirts of the city, enclosing a private area huge enough to get lost wandering around.

The tables at both sides of the door have the phones and some weapons. There’s no limit entry and it looks like there might be enough phones for the lot of us. There are five other people alongside Chishiya and I. I only know two of them: Hiro, the cook at the Beach, and Ume, a bookish girl that’s always lounging in the silent rooms. The rest look kind of familiar but I don’t remember talking to them.

I get off Chishiya’s lap with a hop and take a phone off the table. It beeps with the facial recognition and just says to wait ten minutes to close the entry.

“Want to bet on the game?” Chishiya asks, nodding to the doors.

“Probably a physical, given that we are so far from the city. So I would say a spade one” I guess. It looks like we will have a big arena, and probably something to run from, if we take into account the weapons.

“Looks like your brain hasn’t died yet” He moves before I can get him with a punch.

“REGISTRATION HAS CLOSED, THERE ARE A TOTAL OF 7 PARTICIPANTS. THE GAME WILL NOW COMMENCE”

All of us gather at the entrance, some of us already with weapons in our hands. I’ve chosen a blade big enough to protect me and some small knives hidden in my top and trainers. I don’t like guns and they run out of ammo quite quickly.

“DIFFICULTY: EIGHT OF SPADES”

“GAME: LABYRINTH”

“RULE: YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO CONTINUE IF YOU DON’T PASS THE TESTS. YOU MUST START ALONE, BUT YOU ARE NOT FORBIDDEN TO PAIR ONCE STARTED THE MAZE”.

“CLEAR CONDITION: FIND YOUR WAY AROUND THE MAZE AND SUCCESSFULLY OPEN THE EXIT DOOR. YOU CLEAR THE GAME WHEN YOU GET THROUGH THE EXIT DOOR”.

“TIME LIMIT: 2 HOURS”.

“AFTER THE 2 HOURS HAVE PASSED, THE MAZE WILL BE SHUT DOWN WITH NO EXIT”.

The doors open and we enter the maze. There are several “starts” written on the floor at the entrance of different passages. The walls are so high that I can’t even try to guess what’s at the top. It’s too dark to see more than a few meters from your hands, and the cold is starting to get annoying.

The seven of us position ourselves one next to each other on the central passages and we wait. No sound can be heard, no light can be seen. It’s creepy as hell. I look sideways and I spot Chishiya lowering his hood and lifting his sleeves. He totally hates running, but you can bet he’s gonna give it all.

“GAME START”

Without hesitation, I sprint into my passage.

I’ve been running non stop since the beginning, and this maze is big as hell itself. People always tell you to stick to the left or right and you will get to the end, and that I’ve been doing. But just when I could. There are so many traps around, it’s like they didn’t think we could survive this, so they threw everything they got.

From knife floors, poison ponds, holes… My feet are done for the day, my legs are bathed in blood from the knives and spikes, and I feel kinda dizzy because of the poison gas. But I keep running. The time is halfway gone, and I don’t think I’m even close to the exit.

I haven’t heard any of the other players since the start. I’m a bit worried, and I keep going back to their faces at the car, at the entrance and the moment I lost sight of them when I started running. Will I see them again? How many of them? Will someone make it?

I turn to the left and get thrown to the floor with a nudge on the nose.

“Holy fuck!” I scream in agony, holding my bleeding nose. I would bet my visa on it, it’s broken for sure. Oh God it hurts too much. My face feels heavy and it stings deep inside.

“Jesus, where the hell are you going without looking? Are you stupid? You could have met some kind of trap, idiot”

I look up and catch a glimpse of white hair. But just a glimpse, because the whole rest of Chishiya is covered in ashes. The bastard just stays there, looking down at me without offering a hand. Totally expected that, to be honest.

I get up and punch him straight in the chest. He howls and gets away looking angry. “You deserved that, you totally smashed your elbow on my face on purpose. You were just waiting there to punch me”

“What the fuck? Why would I?”

I study the situation and try to look for lies, but it’s a lost cause with him. “Shut up and start running, we have a long way to go”

So both of us pair up and keep on running together, helping each other in a few traps to minimize the damage. We still get burned and sliced, but we manage to stay together for a good twenty minutes.

Until we don’t.

We are on an empty corridor surrounded by bindweed. What I thought was going to be a calm and peaceful section turns into a nightmare. From nowhere, ropes start to come out and try to catch our feet, arms and trunk.

Both of us jump and get down to escape from the ropes, sometimes getting too close to the bushes and winning new bruises everywhere. The strength that these things have is incredible and intolerable. It feels as if my bones are breaking under the knots. I grasp Chishiya’s hand to keep from getting sucked into the wall, and he takes me out of it. His hand grips mine with a strength I didn’t know he possessed, and I dwell on the feeling of his cold and soft fingers around mine, enjoying the safety his presence gives anywhere he is.

Lost in his eyes, which are making sure I’m not caught into any ropes anymore, we get pulled away in an instant and Chishiya disappears from my sight into the wall, his eyes not leaving mine.

“No! You bastard! You don’t get to abandon me here! Come back!” I scream into the bushes. I slice the ropes with my knives and get away from that corridor as fast as I can.

My face still hurts from the nudge, and my arm feels funny. Both my legs are covered in bruises and cuts from the ropes and the falls. I’m a mess. Everything hurts. Everything is a mess.

I go back to the feeling of finding him. Maybe I didn’t dwell on it, but I felt safer, I felt relieved to have some company; I felt happy to have him there with me, to back me up and get me through difficult things. Will I see him again? Is he okay? Will he be there?

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You better be there when I get off this fucking maze, or I will search for you to cut you into pieces” I whisper to the night, running again, looking behind me from time to time to check if he’s behind me, stoping just before a turn to prevent another hit. He totally did that on purpose.

I step into a two paths corridor. Both of them are covered in darkness and I can’t say which one looks better. Not wanting to lose any more time, I take the right one, although it doesn’t take me long to return. The blood covers the floor and gets sticky when I step into it. I bend over to see what’s in front of me and gulp down seeing the body of Hiro full of insects eating him alive.

He’s whimpering in pain and coughing blood, moving just a bit, probably paralyzed. I don’t know when he catches me, but his eyes get full of tears and he mouths a silent plea, tears streaming down his face and mixing with the blood. I remember when I met him, asking for a bite of something after a run through the city and hungry enough to eat whatever. He made me a simple sandwich, but I swear it was the best one I have ever had. He stayed in the kitchen with me, talking about his life and asking too many questions. Ever since then, he’s always been there when I needed to disconnect from the games, from the people, from the world. Always with a smile and a new recipe to try.

Now all that is left is pain and suffering.

Getting as close as I dare, I whisper a silent sorry and goodbye before ending his suffering. I run away and don’t look back at all, his face and pain engraved in my mind.

When I get to the exit I almost scream in relief. It’s a big door made of small bars with a big “EXIT” written in red above it. The time is almost up and I can’t see anyone here. The place where I came from is not the only way of getting here, there are three more corridors ending in this place.

The thing is, the doors are closed, and they have a huge key hole in the middle. I look around and I spot a key shining on the top of the door. It’s hanging by a thread, laughing at me from up there.

I scoff, tired as I can be, and I stop in front of the door. Guessing from the place where it is, I must need to climb through the door and it doesn’t seem dangerous at all, but I still don’t trust it. Checking the time I decide that I can’t risk it on trying to search for another way of getting the key, so I grasp the bars.

The heat burns through me and paralyzes me in the spot. I feel as if my hand is going to come off right now. I let go of the door and caress the palm of my hand, blowing air as kindly as I can, tears streaming down my face of the pain.

“FIVE MINUTES LEFT”

“I hate this. I hate it so much” Curses leave my lips as I get higher and higher, once again at the door and burning my hands and feet in the process. I can’t feel it anymore, I just know it’s painful and it’s going to leave ugly scars. I grip the key and rip it from the thread and throw myself to the floor, not caring to limb down properly.

The floor meets my back and I roll over. I would have stayed there, I swear. I was done with everything. My whole body was hurting, my mind was going blank and kept screaming.

“Tsk” I hear some rustling near me and then a foot nudges me on the back of my head. “Are you alive there?” I moan in response and turn over, glaring at the clever smirk of Chishiya. “Do you mind handing over the key? I’m in desperate need of a shower”.

“I don’t know, would you mind stopping hitting me on purpose?” I mumble through moans of pain.

He sighs and bends next to me, placing his face just above mine, our noses almost touching. I can feel his breath, the quick rhythm it still has, the cold and the smell of sweat and toxic reaching me.

“For the last time, I did not hit you on purpose” He whispers looking straight at me.

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” I question. You won't ever know with him.

“Trust me, if I had hit you on purpose, I would have done it a lot harder”. His eyes hold that smart look, the condescending vibes all around him, but I think I can see worry and relief and…

“Oh fucking hell, yes! You guys made it! We are saved and alive and… Oh God, two minutes left, tell me you know how to open that door or I will kill myself right here” One of the guys we came with sprouts from a passage, holding Ume’s limping form and followed by another guy who’s gripping a tourniquet around his arm. I’m glad to see most of us are alive after that hell.

Chishiya takes the fey from my hand with caution to not touch the burnt parts of my palms and fingers. He quickly pushes the key into the lock and pushes the door hard.

I don’t know why, but I was scared of it not opening. Silly, I know, but after so many games with tricks at the end, I didn’t know what to expect. The phones beep immediately, and I struggle to get up to a sitting position.

“GAME CLEAR”.

“CONGRATULATIONS”.

Relief flows inside all of us, dropping to the floor and crying happy tears. Is it really a win? It doesn't feel like that anymore. I think I've lost some things inside those walls and darkness.

I thought I was hurting, but in just a second, all the injuries I have, start to really hurt and the pain makes me close my eyes and shake like crazy. I might need a whole week of rest after this.

Arms come from behind me and take me up. I’m lost in the sudden change of position and it takes me a while to realize Chishiya is holding me in a bridal style. He quickly gets ahead of the rest, not caring to check if they are following us, and heads to the place we left the car.

It’s a long way until we get there and I nod off a few times, resting my head and hiding in his soft tingling hair, taking his scent apart from all the other ones. I don’t dream at all, it’s all blank, but I wake up startled looking for Hiro or Chishiya, afraid they’re not here anymore. I get sad and I cry silently when I remember Hiro’s body and scared face, pleading for mercy; and I sigh with relief when I feel Chishiya holding me tighter after I wake up shaking, crossing our eyes and making me feel safe with just a look.

“Don’t ever disappear like that again. Don’t even dare. Promise me” I angrily say after one of my nightmares. He doesn’t say anything, and I don’t need him to. He just needs to know. I pretend I don’t see the almost imperceptible nod he does once I return to put my head on his chest.

The ride back is a blur. We have more space now that two of us are missing, but it’s heavy inside. I keep next to Chishiya, him holding me while I rest and sleep in between nightmares. None of us has said anything since we left the forest. We are all relieving our paths along the maze, the things we saw and the hopelessness we felt, the fear of being left there forever.

The sunrise marks our arrival at the Beach. People there are waiting for the cars still gone and they welcome us with joy and worry. We are rushed to the medical room to get checked up on, and although I try to walk there, pathetically I must say, I can feel Chishiya is ready to ame me in case I fall. He leaves once An puts me on a bed and starts treating my wounds.

But I know he will be back. He always comes back. He promised.

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kinktober day 8 -- in the bathroom @gallavichthings

warmer with you

tenderness makes its way into all parts of their nightly routine.

words: 1.1k

"mick, i told you this was a bad idea!"

"it's not a fuckin' bad idea. it's just messy." he thought for a moment. "as if we weren't already gonna get messy tonight," he waggled his eyebrows.

ian glared at him through a film of shaving cream that had been smeared across his face unceremoniously.

sure, maybe ian had suggested doing more intimate acts together. but mickey was the one who took a shaving knife to ian's face without any warning, only to get it knocked out of his hand last minute.

ian continued pouting, bordering on The Chin.

"jesus fucking christ, here, calm your tits," mickey picked up the knife from the floor and placed it on the counter with a clang. he focused his eyes on ian's, softly, trusting. "c'mon, not like i haven't done this before."

"but not like this."

"no," mickey agreed, "not like this."

ian sighed. he was going to fight it again when he felt rough fingertips pressing into the soft muscles of his hips and squeeze twice.

"ian," mickey looked so sincere it almost hurt, "i got you, man."

he did have him. metaphorically wrapped around his finger. quite literally under his palm.

ian stepped backward out of mickey's touch and hopped up on the counter, spreading his legs so mickey could fit comfortably between them. mickey assumed position, tracing the innards of ian's thighs. ian rested his arms over mickey's shoulders and held still as he skillfully and carefully brought the knife to his face, stopping every so often to rinse the knife in the sink to ian's side. water droplets tickled down his own face. ran down the length of mickey's forearm. but ian didn't notice.

ian dipped his head down to rest his forehead against mickey's, lightly. he pressed his cheek against mickey's, the cold remnants of the shaving cream making him squirm under ian.

ian smirked. deciding to be a nuisance, he buried his unshaven cheek in mickey's neck, effectively making an even bigger mess than they started with.

expecting grumbly annoyance from his beloved husband, ian was pleasantly surprised when he felt the vibration of mickey's throaty chuckle and fingers being thread into his grown out hair.

ian pressed his lips on the clean skin of mickey's exposed collar bone and mickey tipped his head back with an exhale.

ian worked his way up to mickey's jaw, drawing more and more pleasure from the lips of his lover.

lost in his warmth, ian went in for a smooch on his cheek. he noticed too late that it was a mistake when he got a tongue full of shaving cream from his previous tomfoolery. he scrunched up his face, sporting the nose crinkles that mickey is so fond of, and spat gracelessly into the sink.

"romantic," mickey teased, breathless, eyes half glazed over nonetheless.

"whatever," ian rolled his eyes. as if mickey wasn't the king of gross shit.

ian picked up a hand towel and wet it under the faucet, ready to clean up mickey's face, when mickey smacked the towel out of his hand.

"the fuck--" ian started.

"you look ridiculous with only have a face of scruff, let me finish."

"no," ian pouted, snaking his hand around mickey's hips.

mickey hopped back out of reach and gave ian a stern look. when it appeared ian had his dick in order, mickey brought the shaving knife back up to ian's face, strictly avoiding the kicked-puppy looks from his lover so he could focus with the care he wanted to give.

he stepped back again, admiring his work with something akin to pride. to devotion.

ian opened his mouth to complain about the distance between them before he noticed mickey stripping off his boxers and tank top in a quick movement, and nodding towards the shower.

ian remained on the counter.

"gotta clean both us up," mickey eyed the floor, swiped across the side of his nose.

oh. his shyness was endearing.

ian pulled off his shirt in a swift motion, mickey's eyes looking past him. over his shoulder into the mirror. ian flexed the muscles of his back in an exaggerated show.

he felt a hit to his chest, "dork."

"you still married me."

"think it's too late to take that back?" a gleam in his eye.

"i'm non-refundable, baby," ian smirked, flinging his shirt onto the tiled floor.

ian loved sharing moments like this with mickey. sometimes they teased and splashed each other, more water on their bathroom floor than inside the tub itself. sometimes they were rough and desperate. and sometimes, it was just about care and tenderness.

the sentiments fell towards the latter as mickey tugged ian's shorts down halfway and pressed a kiss onto his shoulder, nuzzling in a bit, slowly. ian kicked off his shorts the rest of the way and led mickey backwards, dipping him back under the warm spray, a cloud of steam already clinging onto their smudged mirrors.

ian followed mickey under the showerhead, only halfway closing the curtain, too eager to join mickey's unhurried rinse under the heated water.

mickey ran his hands over his face, lips parted. he let the water spill back out of his mouth. ian brought a hand up to smooth his eyebrow hairs back into place. mickey leaned against his touch and used his own thumbs to swipe the remaining shaving cream off ian's cheek, revealing his more prominent seasonal freckles.

mickey patted his cheek gently, "soft fucker."

"mhm."

mickey grabbed their body soap, some eucalyptus smelling stuff, and popped the cap open. before he could squeeze anything out, ian stole it from his hands.

he could lather up his own body, sure, but what was the fun in that when his husband was right there, practically begging to be touched with how beautiful he looked, water droplets running down the curves of his muscles.

mickey was pliant in his hands, letting ian move each limb and around his body, slowly, like he was sculpting him out of marble with each touch.

when ian moved down to mickey's legs, he felt a hand in his hair. not demanding or expecting, just assuring and warm. ian pressed a kiss to the inside of mickey's thigh, skin soft.

before he could fully stand again, he already felt mickey's hand slide from his should down the length of his arm, returning the favor and cleansing his partner as he went.

rinsing the final suds off their bodies, their touches were lingering. their brief, tender kisses turned frantic.

ian moved behind mickey, breathing in the crevice between his neck and shoulder as he snaked his hands around to mickey's front. palming the smooth skin over his stomach, massaging small circles down to his hipbones. mickey's breath hitched and he pushed back into the embrace. their mirror shadows joined together behind the smoky steam.

in the quiet of their home, they were allowed to be slow, soft. to feel each other's warmth and nothing else.

fingerprints of heat from hands gripping each other's hand, arm, back, thigh. skin on fire from kisses scattered on necks, shoulders, hair, knuckles. trust, comfort, home. they found it in each other time and time again.

when the water began chilling their skin, they clung to each other. one hand escaping their bubble, turning off the water. spotless, satiated, they let the steam escape the bathroom.

worn towels drying their bodies, wet spots trickling around their feet. lazily, they took turns at the sink brushing their teeth, taking their meds.

blissed out, feeling white and dreamy, they curled up in their bed, not bothering to put clothes on besides covering up with the thickest blanket they owned. bodies heavy and entangled, fingers tracing love songs into each other's skin, they were always warmest with each other.