#just gonna pick him up and smoosh him

[frnkiebby]

honestly, the fucking cutest~🎃

[evie-sturns]

dinner - Chris Sturniolo

summary: you and your boyfriend chris have just had your one year anniversary, to celebrate chris's family invites you and your parents round for dinner! but when chris gets worked up by your touch he has to take you to the bathroom...

contains: smut, bathroom!sex, semi-public, fluff, teasing, stomach bulge.

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in honor of chris and i's one year anniversary, his family is deciding to throw a huge dinner party. i'm not too sure if his extended family will be there but my parents and siblings are coming.

"chris?" i call out, spraying my face several times with setting spray after finally finishing my lengthy getting-ready process. i hear his excited footsteps sprinting up the stairs before the bedroom door swings open.

"you look so pretty," chris smiles, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me.

"oh- chris! careful, i don't want to get makeup on your shirt!" i laugh while chris smooshes my face onto his white shirt from his deadly tight hug.

"right so were gonna go pick up matt and nick- i think everyone else is meeting at mary lou's." i say, pulling away from the hug and grabbing chris's hand.

chris nods before dragging me downstairs, my high heels click against the wooden floors as i adjust the straps of my white sundress.

i turn my phone on do not disturb while unlocking the front door, "how long are we going to be there?" chris asks, stepping out into the afternoon sun.

"only a couple hours, you might get a little bored." i tell chris before jumping into the drivers seat of our car.

"no- i'll be fine," chris defends himself with a sigh.

i look over at him "you okay?" i ask, rubbing his shoulder as i drive down the driveway.

"just.. really fucking nervous" chris laughs.

"chris no. you know my family loves you so much, all your brothers will be there its a happy thing!" i try to lift his enthusiasm with a confident tone.

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i pull into the driveway of chris's parents house, ever since we picked up matt and nick, chris has cheered up. hes been laughing dramatically while making stupid jokes.

"you guys ready?" i ask with a grin, switching off the car.

"yes ma'am." nick jokes, swinging open the car door and jumping out, matt follows close behind. chris get's out of the car and instantly starts walking up to the front door, i run up behind him.

the front door opens slowly, mary lou's face peeks out and instantly lights up "hello!!" she sings, wrapping her arms around me.

"your children are here too" matt scoffs, she wraps her other arm around matt nick and chris, squeezing us all together. the sweet smell of her floral perfume flooding my nostrils.

"come in! come in." she hurrys us inside, the kitchen has my older brother and younger sister in it, roaming through the pantry. the dining room has tens of adults around all chatting happily around the table.

"look whos here!" jimmy calls out from the dining table, everyones heads snap up to me and chris. dramatic hollers come from the people round the table, chris and i burst into laughter.

“come! come sit” my mother smiles widely, tapping the two seats left for chris and i. i look over at chris and flash him a quick smile before sitting down

chris sits down right next to me, our shoulders brushing briefly.

"its been so long! hows molly?" i ask, molly is my dog. shes getting old but shes my childhood dog.

"oh shes doing great, you know still limping but we took her to the vet a couple weeks ago." my mom replies with a small sigh,

"anyways- and chris! i've missed you darling congratulations on 1 year! hows that youtube going?" she continues, looking up at chris with a wide grin.

"thank you! it's going great thank you, my career now- yeah!" chris speaks, his hands resting comfortably on his lap.

"ahh- youtube i remember when you were just starting a couple years ago!" my dad laughs, before chris and i dated we were friends since high school. my dad always loved chris, he says that chris is a 'sweet boy'.

all heads on the table turn towards mary lou and my cousin james, bringing over several dishes to the table.

"this looks awesome thank you." matt smiles up at mary lou.

i look over at chris, who is now shifting in his seat. he locks eyes with me and instantly breaks eye contact, looking down at his lap.

i serve up some food on my plate,

suddenly i feel chris's hand on my thigh as he talks to one of my cousins, his long fingers trace small circles on my inner thigh under the table.

i stab my fork into the cabbage on my plate, glaring over at chris as he happily chats with various members of my family while his fingers slowly shift up my thigh.

he drags his fingers just under the hem of my dress, i can feel myself growing more sexually frustrated, my panties dampening by the second. his pinky lightly grazes my panties.

"chris." i whisper, he turns to me with an innocent face and a small head tilt.

as soon as he wraps up the conversation with my cousin he leans over, his lips just below my ear before he whispers subtly

"you're gonna excuse yourself to the bathroom and i'm going to meet you there in a minute okay?"

i nod, squeezing my thighs together.

"i'm just going to pop to the bathroom" i smile warmly at my parents like my boyfriend wasn't just teasing me under the table.

i scoot my chair back and stand up, swiftly walking upstairs and taking the first door into the large bathroom.

the walls in chris's parents house are paper thin, last time i was hear i could hear conversations from each bedroom clearly, so now i hear chris making up a lame excuse to meet me up here.

"hey- i don't know if y/n's feeling very well she was nauseous on the way here" he lies through his teeth "i'm going to go check up on her." chris says, i hear his chair shift before footsteps running up here.

he swings open the door with a stupid smile. "yes?" i say with a roll of my eyes.

he walks over to me, grabbing my ass and lifting me up onto the marble countertop. my back presses against the mirror as chris steps between my legs.

I spread my legs apart, causing my dress to ride up my thighs revealing a portion of my panties.

"fucking soaked." chris scoffs, my face flushes as he tugs down my panties to my ankles before putting them in his pocket. he fidgets with the belt of his jeans, letting it drop down followed by his jean.

"if you. make a sound. i will stop completely." chris speaks sternly, i nod, sinking my top teeth into my bottom lip.

"good girl." chris says, rubbing my cheek before lining himself up with me.

he pushes his tip inside of me, observing my face. he slowly gives me more, i shake my head as i press my lips together.

chris is big, its a known fact and it's almost impossible to stay silent when he pounds into me.

"you can take it, i know you can" chris mutters, bottoming out. i arch my back, breathing heavily.

he starts to thrust into me, his hands gripping the plush of my hips. the thrusts grow faster and harder, we both know we don't have all the time in the world so hes desperate to make me cum, and to cum himself.

the angle we're in allows him to repeatedly hit my g-spot.

"fuck!" i moan out, before i can even finish the word chris's hand is plastered over my mouth.

he presses two fingers into my mouth to shut me up.

i whine against his fingers, squeezing my eyes shut as i shift all over the countertop. shortly after my legs start to shake, i feel myself growing so close to my orgasm.

his hand that was on my hip moves to my lower stomach, pressing lightly. i look down, theres a clear stomach bulge.

"you feel me right there sweetheart?" chris breathes, i throw my head back with a frantic nod. he continues to press on my stomach.

i wrap my legs around his back before clenching harshly around him. i squeeze my eyes shut as i fight back all noises that are begging to leave my mouth.

my orgasm crashes over me, chris chuckles lightly before pulling out. he releases into his hand as he throws his head back.

we stay still for a couple seconds, i look down at his hand that he just released in

"gross!" i tease,

"hey it was this or on your dress so i took the practical option." chris replies, i stick up a finger and repeat what he said in a nerdy tone.

i flop down off the countertop, tugging down my dress and reaching into his pocket, digging around for my panties.

i pull them out of his pocket and slide them up my legs, chris washes his hands and redresses himself.

"that was.. hot." i breathe out, unlocking the door to the bathroom.

chris follows close behind me down the stairs, all heads turn to us.

shit. were we too loud?

"oh no! y/n were you sick?" mary lou says with a small pout. i hesitate for a second

"your hair is all messed up and you're absolutely flushed! your red!" my mother adds on,

i look over at chris who has his hands in his pockets awkwardly.

"yeah- i'm sorry guys i threw up in there" i lie with a fake sigh

truthfully, i wasn't sick. i just couldn't tell my whole family that my boyfriend was just balls deep inside of me right upstairs.

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[skymar13]

OMGAAA QUEEN, CAN YOU PLEASE DO SOMETHING ABOUT BAKUGOU ESPECIALLY “Class sweetheart x class hot head” SMUT? I WOULD REALLY LOVE THATTT, YOUR WRITE SO GOOODDD AHHHHH🫶🏻

my first request🙏🙏 and yes I can.

: smut MDI all characters aged up!

Class hot head x class sweetheart

Bakugo katsuki x virgin!fem!reader

TW : hardcore, dom bakugo, orgasm denial/ multiple orgasms, oral (male receiving) unprotected sex (pls wrap it) and probably others but it’s smut so you know

Not proof read bc im scared to read it

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You’re just so sweet. He couldn’t help but ruin you. He wanted to take that stupid smile off of your beautiful face.

You were too sweet for your own good always smiling at people giving them sweet compliments he had to teach you a lesson. He pounded into you with fast snaps of the hips going impossibly deeper stretching you farther than your fingers ever could.

You let out moans and gasps as he licked your right nipple his hand that wasn’t circling your clit massaged your left breast. It was all too much for you.

“I’m- I’m-gonna come-“ you tried saying he stopped moving his hips making you let out a whine. “Don’t you dare. You cum when I tell you to and I’m not done.��� He knew he was being mean. But you needed it you needed to be taught a lesson on being mean. He moved at a rougher pace sending your eyes to the back of your skull. Your moans getting higher pitched. You reached for the bed sheets trying to stay connected to this world. He pulled out of you completely making you feel empty you whined and tried to put your pussy closer to his body.

“Get on your knees” he said and you did as told getting on all fours. He pushed your arms down so now your face was smooshed against the mattress. You expected a warning but instead he plunged deep into your sopping cunt putting his forearm around your waist pulling you into him to match his thrusts. “You - gotta - learn - the - consequences- of - being - nice- to everybody” he said between thrusts these being slower and deeper making you see stars as you babbled out I’m sorry and I’ll never do it again.

Truth be told you had no idea why you were being punished. You’d had multiple talks with bakugo about how you’re too trusting or too nice and one day you’ll get hurt. But when bakugo came into your dorm forcing you to your knees and pulling out his hardened cock talking about how he can’t wait for your lesson to come to you and that he will have to show you. He came all over your face twice before showing your pussy some love.

You couldn’t hold it anymore you squeezed around his dick sputtering his movements. “P-please kats- I need to omfg- I need to cum” you moaned out some words a whisper some a yell for help. “Fine then bitch cum on my dick yeah? Be good and cum f’me” he said and your orgasm came crushing down on you as he rode out your orgasm you expected him to slow down and give you a second to catch your breath but he didn’t he kept going at full force. You tried to push his waist away “‘s too much” you cried. He took your hands holding them behind your back “take it” he growled in your ear. He pulled out giving you some release before he picks you up and spears you on his dick fucking you in the air. You had no where to go nowhere to hold and this new position had you seeing the galaxy. At this point nothing came out of your mouth but gasps and groans as your body went limp. “You’re so fucking good for me. Letting me use you as a doll. You’re going to be so full, Yeha you want to be full of my cum dripping for days?” He whispered to you as you nodded furiously at the thought of him filling you up. You feel the knot form again squeezing onto him viciously. “You ready baby? Come with me please? Please baby can you do that?” He said as he toyed with your clit. You nodded as you felt his cock throbbing and his hubs sputtering as the two of you came together. As he came you rested on his cock feeling so full.

He placed you back on the bed and you thought you were done. Oh dear you were so wrong. He blessed you both with the opportunity to catch your breaths “oh god katsuki that was amazing” you said looking at him as hit face contorts into a smirk. “We’re not done”

That night you had learned two lessons. 1, you were too sweet to everybody and that the world wasn’t as safe as you believed and 2, bakugo can dick you down for hours.

[whaddayadothatfor]

Eucteniza relata

Summary: After catching Miguel in the act, you realize you’re trapped in his web. Miguel, tired of your smart mouth and disobedience, has a bone to pick with you.

Content warnings: dub-con humiliation, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, faux!vampire!Miguel because I’m obsessed

AN: This man is an asshole, y’all. Yummy. This is also so so nasty. Did anyone watch The Invitation?? Remember the scene with the door? Those that get it, get it. Anyways, I hope y’all like it! Oops and before I forget, there will be a third and final part. See ya!

Taglist: @quaintii @sunflowercandie @villainarc-2 @battinsonwhore05 @friendly-reject @baker-and-fangirl @cynicallyaestetic @alnmpt

MDNI

This is the second part to Ctenizidae! Check it out here if you haven’t read it yet: Part 1

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Miguel lifts you up, holding your hips in his hands. He trails his fangs from the base of your neck to that sensitive spot right beneath your ear lobe.

He bites down gently, just enough to draw both blood and a whimper out of you. He tugs your hair back so he can do want he wants without interference, kissing and sucking and biting as he pleases, paying no mind to your choked-back moans.

When he’s had enough, he moves to whisper in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

“You know, I’ve had just about enough of that mouth of yours—“

“My m-mouth has done nothing to you.” Miguel grabs your cheeks and smooshes them together, making all your words slur together.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about,” he groans, his head tilting upwards in exasperation. “You never know when to shut up, you always have something to say.”

You glare at him. You want to say something, but then you’d prove his point. He continues, sparing no attention to your restraint. Rude. Well then, if he’s just going to ignore you anyways, why bother?

“Y’know I have a reputation to uphold—“

“That sounds like a personal problem.” He glares at you, and you remember the position he has you in. Caged in between him and the wall, stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“It’s about to be your problem.” He lifts you easily over his shoulder and carries you across the room, dumping you unceremoniously onto the bed. “I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

As he sits down, you scramble over to the head of the bed, but Miguel grabs your ankle and yanks you back.

“Oh no, you don’t get to run. C’mere.” He manhandles you over his lap. You struggle against him, but it only works against you, like a spider’s prey working itself deeper into the web. Miguel is relentless and patient. He holds you down with one hand, waiting until you tire yourself out.

“Are you ready now?” At your silence, he continues. “Here’s what you’re gonna do: you’re going to take this spanking, like a good girl. And afterwards, you’re gonna say thank you.”

“This is ridiculous—“ You hissed after Miguel slapped your thighs, one after another in quick succession.

“I wasn’t finished. Be quiet.” He rubs the warmed skin gently before continuing. “You really have a problem with talking back. I think being on your knees will fix that. But first—“

He peels off your jeans but leaves your underwear, just enough that you ass was fully exposed. You feel like a schoolgirl getting paddled in the principal’s office. It is humiliating.

He groans, deep and guttural as he gropes your ass. “Dios mío, este culo.”

“Wait, hold on—“ He doesn’t. He strikes your right cheek, then your left. He does it over and over, in the same spot. He doesn’t stop, not when you arch your back, nor when you’re flailing your legs or even when your soft cries turn into low moans. “I can’t, Miguel. Please.”

He pauses. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying yourself, princesa.” He squeezes in-between your thighs and drags his two middle fingers across your slit. “Not when the evidence is dripping from your thighs.”

He shows you just how you enjoyed his attention by shoving his fingers into your mouth.

“Suck.” He fucks your throat with his long, thick fingers, making you gag and drool around them. “Good girl. Now I’m going to give you something bigger to choke on. Get on your knees.”

“No, Miguel. If you think I’m going to suck your dick like this, you’re insane.” You refuse adamantly.

“You just love to argue, huh baby?” Miguel just shakes his head. “Or maybe you just like being forced to do what you’re told. Either way, it doesn’t matter.”

He manhandles you once more, rearranging you until just your head hangs off of the bed. “I know just what you need.”

[imwetforyourmom]

not her

pt5

warnings: swearing, am*lia mentioned, shits about to go down, truth being told, hella angst, comparing, poc!reader friendly, am*lia humbling matt

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a/n: the amount of HATE am*lia has received since last chap and bound to receive more ☹️

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(not proofread)

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“she what?”

(same day matt and amelia fucked, but for y/ns pov)

y/ns knees curled into her chest, her cold tears streaming down her face, pricking her skin with the not so gentle reminder that this all actually happened, that that all really went down, that her boyfriend left her for some fuckin ed sheeran lookin asshole.

her chest felt like it was going to collapse, she couldnt breathe. it physically pained her to breathe in, and breathe out. despite needing to, she just couldnt.

she couldnt find it in herself to pick herself up from this dirty ass floor, or to go after matt and beg him to stay, or to at least, at the most, stop crying over a trashy man.

y/n knew she didnt derserve this, she knew she was better than crying on a dirty, dusty floor over a boy—that she dated for two years, she knew that she was and deserved so much better than what state matt left her as, looking as if he had no remorse, gave no fucks about her or this relationship he flushed down the drain so easily.

a sob ripped from her throat, pulling her from her overwhelming thoughts and back to what her insides felt, her stomach curled and twisted uncomfortably, her head pounded with an ache she wouldnt wish on anyone, she was in so much physical pain, yet all she could focus on was matt and how she’d live live without her boyfriend being by her side—how different could it be? he wasnt by her side ever since he laid eyes on amelia, it’d just be like another normal day.. just with a great amount of pressure on her shoulders and an overwhelming urge to cry.

y/n smooshed her face between her knees, letting her loud sobs to be loud in the muffled encasing of her knees and thighs, without being paranoid someone would walk in and find her bawling on the floor.

her heart hurt to pump the blood it needed inside her body, it hurt to use the sole purpose of her lungs, it hurt to open and close her eyes as they swelled with tears, it hurt her head to even think, all she wanted to think about was anything but matt, but all she could think about was matt, why couldnt it be amelia? why couldnt y/n be mad at amelia? amelia did everything wrong, she ruined everything,

but she didnt, matt had the choice to ignore amelia, he had the choice to tell her to ‘fuck off’, to push her aside and keep his focus on y/n, yet he didnt. he chose amelia, of course he chose amelia, why else wouldnt he? she was pretty. she had everything y/n didnt, she had pretty green eyes compared to the ugly, dark brown eyes of y/ns, amelia had a nice smile, compared to y/ns crooked teeth and strange upward of her cheeks.

y/n wasnt her, she never would be.

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y/n had finally found the willpower to pick herself up from the floor after hours of just sitting there, her cries eventually stopped and dried on her cheeks, leaving an icky feeling on her face.

she dragged her feet against the cement of the floors, her face pale and eyes bloodshot, sure to concern anyone who’d seen her.

she attempted to cheer herself up by listening to SZA her entire drive home—as much as she wished it worked, it didnt really help much.

her thoughts became too loud for the music to even be placed, there was no way of escaping this, she was gonna be locked in the entrapments of her own mind for until she could breathe freely again.

the second her car was parked in her driveway she was already out of her car and walking up the stairs of her porch, she took her shoes off and went upstairs, without a word to her parents and siblings, leaving them confused in the kitchen.

once out of their sight, the girl began running to her room, desperate to be alone in a comforting, safe haven where she knew nothing bad would happen to her.

she plopped down onto her bed, curling into a ball to comfort herself. her eyes too used to even begin crying again, so she just sat there in silence, with only the loud screaming in her mind, the screams of matt and fucking amelia, creating a noise. it was so loud she couldnt stand it. she just wanted to sleep, sleep this entire nightmare away.

sleep sounded like the only escape she could figure of her mind, it was the only thing she wanted right now, at least thats what she’d like to believe, she just wanted matt back, she wanted to hold him again, be able to talk without begging and to just be his girlfriend again, what was so wrong with that?

in her best attempt of falling asleep, she shut her eyes and forced herself to atleast quiet her mind some, as much as she possibly could, which wasnt much at all, but it was still something.

slowly, the forcement of her eyes closed began to become naturual and her mind quieted, her breathing and heartbeat steadied.

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*morning after*

amelia rolled over, her eyes slowly opening to adjust to the sun beaming in through matts window. with her moving she’d woken up matt, in to which, he grunted and looked over at her.

with his still half asleep mind, he’d been expecting y/n, but once his eyes had taken her in and seen red hair, many, many prominent freckles and green eyes—to say the least, he was so shocked and confused his mouth opened before his brain could comprehend anything.

“what the fuck?”

amelia’s eyes widened and her lips parted, “what?” she asked, there was no doubt that she wasnt the tiniest bit hurt about his reaction to seeing her.

matt blinked multiple times, his own best attempt at gaining his vision back and waking up a little.

“fuck, amelia, im sorry, I just- I wasnt expecting to see you, I got scared, sorry.” he mumbled, his hand awkwardly going to the back of his neck, scratching it and avoiding eye contact.

truth was, he really just wasnt expecting to see bright orange hair as soon as he woke up, talk about a jumpscare.

“its fine, matt, dont worry.” she replied, her eyes trailed across his features, admiring how naturally pretty he was.

her hand traveled up to cup his jaw, “you’re really pretty, matt.” she whispered, tilting his face back so he could make eye contact with her.

despite the butterflies fluttering in matts stomach, his mind was still on last night, not the god awful sex, but instead what he thought about.

he just- he couldnt believe he’d really dumped y/n for amelia so easily, he left the janitors closet and before he knew it, he was balls deep in some other girl. how did he possibly fuck someone else only after a few hours of breaking up with y/n? was he a slut, manwhore or didnt care? we’ll never know.

it was unbelievable, he couldnt believe his own actions. how the hell did he do that with his own free will? he knows himself better than that, he’d never do it, he just didnt understand why he did it.

“matt?” amelia’s voice broke his thoughts, her tone was confused, but also like she was ready to say something more.

he subtly moved away from her hand and rolled off the bed, standing up and walking over to his closet.

“yeah?” he answered shortly after.

“do you think we could go on a date?- today?” she asked timidly, she sat up and looked at him, awaiting his response.

matts heart thumped from his chest, beating harder with each breath in his lungs.

“w- what?” he asked, his voice breathy in shock. theres no way amelia just asked him that.

amelia gulped, looking down at the bed in humiliation, a dark red blush covered her cheeks and her fingers fidgeted with one another.

“I- I mean- um, amelia, we’ve- I thought last night was a simple hookup?” his hand ran through his hair nervously, unsure of what to feel in this moment. he liked amelia, he really did, but he wasnt sure if he was ready to be in a relationship with her quite yet, or anything past friends—last night was an accident, or so he’d like to think.

“no! yeah! um, it can be just- a, just a hook up, yeah, thats fine.” she replied awkwardly, trying to persuade herself that she wasnt on the verge of tears.

“how about we just hangout with my brothers and madi today, yeah?” matt attempted to save the awkwardness, but he failed miserably, probably worsening the situation.

amelia swallowed, her throat dry and her mind unforgiving, fuck it was all so awkward, this was definitely the most awkward thing she’d ever expierenced before and probably ever will.

she nodded, still avoiding eye contact with matt, too ashamed to even look up at matt when she got off the bed.

her movements paused, a sudden anger bubbling in her stomach.

her head whipped up to look at matt, her face redder than normal with anger. “what the fuck matt!” she exclaimed, her tone filled with disbelief.

matt took his turn of his own confusion on his face, “what?” he asked quietly, feeling small under her gaze with her sudden outburst.

“you fuck me dumb and then say no date, just a hookup? are you that fucking desperate?” she snapped, her words holding a bite to them. they were very clearly directed to matt and y/n.

matt went to open his mouth and speak, but amelia cut him off. “you breakup with your girlfriend and then fucking come to me? what the hell matt. you’re so fucking unbelievable.” she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest before continuing, “so fuckin depserate to have your dick wet, huh?”

matts shoulders dropped—aswell as his jaw. kid was in shock. he was just called desperate. him? desperate? he wasnt desperate, he could never be desperate. amelia just so happened to be wearing revealing clothes and leading him on, what was he supposed to do?

“pick ya fucking jaw up from the floor matt. open your eyes! you just fucking dumped your girlfriend, then fucked another girl. do- did you even truly care about her?” she exasperated, she wasnt even mad at the y/n thing, she was more so mad that he fucked her, but then said no to a date.

“matt, what the hell is wrong with you? why would you fuck me just to say no to a date? are you some sort of fuckboy?” matts air left his lungs at this, his face dropped and his heart dropped to his ass.

was he actually a fuckboy? he couldnt be.

“im tired of you and your shit, im leaving, I guess ill fucking meet up with your brothers and madi—not for you, but to see my friends.” she gave him one last glance before grabbing her phone and exiting the room, she was so mad matt could feel it radiating off her.

once matt felt the disgusting presence of her leave the room, he shut the door and took in a breath, finally a fresh and free breath. a breath he felt was finally like a bird being freed from its cage, he felt free, despite only spending a night with that red-headed bastard he was already sick of her.

he wasnt actually gonna let her words sink in, he didnt care what amelia had to say, he knew she was just jealous and embarassed to the point she needed to make a bigger problem than the situation actually was.

an icky feeling, like he was disgusted with his own skin escaped throughout him, he felt gross.

he couldnt rid of the feeling, even with his hands wrapped around his torso, hugging himself at his best attempt of shaking the feeling, yet it didnt work.

he stood from the door and walked to his bathroom, immediately stripping from his pants and boxers to get in the shower, the only place he’d hoped would rid the disgusting feeling, he felt strange all over, his skin felt hot and too tight on him.

his hands moved quick to start his shower water, turning the knob to his usual tempature, just slightly hotter, hoping the hot would help.

his body felt wet now, the stinging tempature of the water didnt do anything but add a painful sensation throughout him. his hands went to his hair, grabbing desperately for stabilization, his emotions were sky rocketing and he couldnt understand why.

why did he feel gross?

why did his skin fit uncomfortably?

why did he feel like this?

why couldnt he feel like his usual self? everything was so overwhelming.

his hands moved quicker than he’d like, grabbing his body soap and squeezing more than needed on his loofah, he didnt even bother spreading it in, he only hit his chest and began washing desperately, spreading it across his body in attempts at feeling better, like the soap would do something to him, make him feel better.

he rubbed his skin desperately, searching for a way to end this mess.

after his shower, matt had finally felt just cleaner, but not clean. in the shower, he’d figured out why he felt the way he did, or what he’d convinced himself what the reason was.

he’d simply told himself over and over again that it was amelia, she was all over him and the realization had finally occured that he touched her, she touched him, and he finally felt icky for it.

so, after getting dressed, he’d ripped his bed clean from the sheets she’d slep in last night, changed pillowcases and blankets.

if he didnt, he didnt want to picture how he’d feel. he wasnt sure if he even wanted to ever do this again with amelia.

before letting this all dull over his mind any more, he grabbed his phone and texted his brothers and madi’s groupchat, asking them the question that caused amelia’s snap from earlier.

“do you guys wanna hang out?”

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sending that message already was a lot for him, so now to act okay, like he wasnt arguing with amelia, scrubbing his body till it was a light shade of pink and stinging, and where he had to strip his entire bed clean from any remneants of amelia, to now hanging out with his friends, trying to act like he wanted to be here and wasnt slowly crumbling inside was just the cherry ontop.

at any given moment he could snap at someone, nick and chris definitely took notice of that, seeing how sharp his movements were, his tone bitter and stern and his eyes giving no mercy to anyone or anything he laid eyes on.

nick walked over to matt, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder while whispering to his brother, “whats your problem matt? you’ve been having mattitude all day and its just getting annoying by now.”

matt looked up at him, shooting him a glare before shaking his hand off his shoulder with a grumble, “nothing nick, cant you ever stop complaining?”

nick scoffed and shook his head, moving away from the very clearly pissed off matt.

amelia’s been tense since she left the house, an undying amount of pressure on her shoulders since she met the triplets and madi at the park, seeing matt slouched over at a bench with an annoyed look on his face was not a good sign.

she wasnt even sure why he was mad, she should be the mad one. he led her on and is now being the bitchy one? how unfair.

again, with the amount of pressure on her shoulders—being the dramatic bitch she is, she felt the need to get it off her shoulders, convincing herself that she was too good to be holding this much on herself.

so, while talking with madi, and ranting about her time with matt that morning, speaking of how rude he was—leaving out the parts where she was the bitch.

“—and then I couldnt believe he just did that out of nowhere, especially after I went through all the work of having to lie to him about y/n cheating, then he has the audacity to reject me?” she rolls her eyes, her tone holding the very obvious pissedness she was also make very clear with her face.

madi’s eyebrows knit together, amelia did what?

she narrows her eyes as her stomach churns with disgust, madi stands up from her spot on the bench, looking down at amelia with glare.

“what?” amelia asks, still completely unaware of her mistake.

“I- I just need to pee.” madi mumbles, tearing her gaze away from amelia, she repeats what amelia said in her head, each time sending a jolt of even more disgust to her already sick stomach.

amelia nods hesitantly, too annoyed to think more about her words and why madi had just left so abruptly.

madi looked around the now darkening park, looking for matt, once her eyes land on his figure, still sat slouched at the bench, his eyes drooping but following his finger as it runs along the wooden table.

she walks up to matt, taking a seat next to him before blurting out, “amelia lied.”

matt lifts his head up, looking over at madi, his eyebrows raising in confusion. “about what?” he asks.

“y/n cheating- she didnt actually do it, matt. she lied so she could have you.” madi muttered, her voice growing quieter with shame with each word she spoke.

matts body raced with emotions, he wasnt even sure what he was feeling right now, what was he supposed to feel with this newfound information?

he just stared at madi, his face falling pale.

“she what?”

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[samandcolbyownme]

can i request a fluffy johnnie fic, just like how he would show his gf who is also a youtuber in videos! kinda like the jake fic 'as i suspected'!

thank you and i love your fics <33

Warnings: fluff, swearing, kissing

As I Suspected | Jake Webber

Enjoy!

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You’re sat on Johnnie’s lap, facing him as his hands hold your hips and his lips are on your neck. You slide your hands up his check, resting them on the sides of his shoulders.

“Jake’s going to be here any minute.” You mumble, closing your eyes as you feel Johnnie’s hands slide up your shirt, “Mhm.” Johnnie looks up at you, his voice in a soft whisper, “You know he’s always late because he forgot something at home.”

You laugh slightly, nodding as you lean in to press your lips to his. Johnnie gives your hips a little squeeze and pulls your body closer to his. He groans lowly as you grind down onto him, lying back as he pulls you with him.

You kiss up his neck, across his jaw and up his cheeks until you finally reach his lips. He smiles and slides a hand up your back, “Are you going to behave in today’s video?”

You nod, “uh huh.” He laughs slightly, “Somehow, I don’t believe you.” You roll your eyes, smooshing your lips back onto his. You make out for another moment or two before Jake’s voice causes your body to fly off of Johnnie’s, “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

You look at Jake then Johnnie. All three of you continue to look around at each other until one of you finally breaks the silence.

“I. Fucking. Knew it.” Jake points, “You lying little sluts.” He walks in pointing between you and Johnnie, “I asked Johnnie about this, what? Last fucking month and you said no, you were just friends.” He laughs, “I was fucking right.”

“You can’t say anything, Jake.“ you look at him and he rolls his eyes, “Do I have to pinky swear?” You laugh, holding up your pink as you nod, “Yes, sir. You do.” He huffs, looking at you with a smirk as he wraps his pinky around yours.

“Great, now that that’s over. Do you want to explain now or after the video?” Jake looks between you and Johnnie and in unison, “After.”

You’ve made it half way through the stream, and so far, Jake hasn’t said a word about what he walked in on. You’re sitting in the back and Johnnie was up front with Jake.

Every now and then, Jake would glance between you and Johnnie, teasing you subtly and it drove you nuts.

“That was really sour, holy- oh fuck.” Johnnie groans, “I hate this.” Jake picks one up and plops the whole piece of candy in his mouth. Instantly groaning and looking for someplace to spit it out at.

Johnnie holds his hand out and you stare at Johnnie as you think about how you love how caring towards Jake he is - even if it’s allowing Jake to spit his slobbered up candy in his hand.

“Fuck that..” Jake gasps, “Where did you get these?” Johnnie shrugs, “I don’t know, some website.” Jake looks at Johnnie, “What the black market? Now our tongues are gonna fall off.” Jake sticks his tongue out, gripping the end of his tongue, “I need this.”

You roll your eyes and look down as Johnnie hands one back to you, “Do you want to try one?” You shake your head, “No.” Jake whips back, “Do it.” You shake your head, “No. I seen how you guys were, I’m not doing it.”

You laugh and Johnnie nods, “No I don’t blame her. If I could go back and not do this again.” He stops and laughs and Jake joins in laughing, “Nah, you’d still fucking do it, don’t lie.”

Johnnie laughs, “That’s why I stopped.” He pulls the pack up, “I think the worst thing is the shock it gives you in your jaw, like right when you taste it.”

“No dude.” Jake groans, “That shock is soo bad..” he laughs, clearly not thinking, “Almost as bad as the shock of them I walk in on y/n a-“ he stops and lifts his head, making an surprised face as he stares into the camera.

You and Johnnie’s eyes are locked on Jake and the chat is absolutely blowing up.

User 1: FINISH THE SENTENCE JAKE

User 2: when y/n and WHO WERE WHAT

User 3: NAH BABY KEEP IT GOIN

User 4: WHO AND WHO

User 5: JOHNNIE SAVE THE DAY BABY SPILL ITTTT

User 6: WHO BAGGED Y/N!?!?!?

“Yeah, Jake.” You clear your throat, tilting your head, “you wanna..mm.. you wanna finish that sentence?” You try your best not to laugh but you fail and Jake shakes his head laughing, “I said nothing.” He points to the camera, “You all are going insane.”

“The voices are getting to us all.” Johnnie chimes in quietly and you laugh, “For the record, there is nothing to tell, Jake just likes to start drama in my life when he’s bored.” You gently smack Jake on the forehead and he yells dramatically, “Ow! Fuck, oh my god!”

Johnnie reaches over and does what you did and Jake does it back to Johnnie but a little harder, causing a loud smack! to sound through the car. You gasp, immediately laughing, “Oh my god, okay. I think..” you continue to laugh, “I think we’re done with this stream for today.”

“Gotta go guys, my mom is making me get off my game to make me play outside.” Jake says looking know the camera with a sad look, “See ya in the next one.” He waves, along with you and Johnnie, and you all say a quick, “Bye!”

“It’s eating you alive, isn’t it?” Johnnie says as Jake ends the streak and Jake glares up at him, “How did you guys even..” he laughs, “No one suspected anything.”

You shrug, leaning forward, “I guess Johnnie and I are just that good.” You look over at him and he purses his lips. You lean in and press your lips to his and Jake fake gags, “Get a room, you two. Please. I already saw you do it once, I don’t need to see it again.”

You laugh, leaning back and Johnnie reaches his hand back to, lay it on your knee. You lay your hand on his, smiling as you trace his tattoos.

Jake lets out a gasp and fumbles his phone before clutching it to his chest, hand slapped on his mouth.

Johnnie looks over at Jake, “What did you do?” You lean up and Jake laughs into his hand loudly, “Uuuumm.” He drags out slowly, “I really thought I ended the stream it when we all say bye, but it must have not registered because we..” he scratches his head as he tries not to laugh, “we were still streaming.. this entire time..”

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Hello, thank you for reading! Let me know how you liked it and as always, I love yas! 🖤

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[preeningpisces]

Geto NSFW Headcanons

Im gonna try not to be biased because this is my main bitch right here 🖤

Lemme know if you want me to elaborate or write about any of these headcanons

(literally any ask about Geto will make me do somersaults—backflips, even)

18+ content below the cut, mdni, implied chubby f!reader

Pre-Incident

꩜ Geto is interesting because before he snaps and after he snaps feel like two different vibes in regards to sex

꩜ Doting, almost like a service-dom. He likes taking care of you, but he also prefers to have control. Though not so controlling that he can’t ever be submissive

꩜ Major smooth-talker, like Gojo said, he has a silver tongue. Likes a mixture of praise and degradation. The degradation is usually teasing, and doesn’t extend past the usual slut, whore, etc. range…usually

꩜ Sometimes it comes out corny tho lmfao pls roast him when it does

꩜ Good at making you feel sexy. The type that will kiss you all over, giving extra affection to areas you aren’t as fond of. It’s difficult at first, but with time you become more comfortable

꩜ Very sensual, and intimate. He has good self-control, & is very patient so he can draw things out & drive you crazy. Like he can spend all-too-long just toying with your mouth, denying you the kiss you so desperately want. Barely brushing your lips and teeth with his thumb, before pinching your tongue between fingers. Wowee

꩜ Refuses to kiss you after absorbing curses. Even though no one else can taste them, the thought of tasting like that is enough for for him to refuse; he doesn’t want you to go through it too. Also, tasting shit-vomit in your mouth doesn’t exactly get the schlong schlinging, yknow

꩜ I suspect absorbing curses gives him an immediate surge of negative emotions, so he usually needs space. Sometimes he just wants to hold you, or be held, in silence

꩜ Can be surprisingly playful in bed

꩜ Really likes fucking you from below. Smooshing your soft breasts and stomach against him, and feeling your weight on top of him. Holding you still so he can rail you while whispering sappy, dirty shit in your ear. I’m passing out someone help

꩜ I’ve been poisoned by the perv!geto fics on here, and can’t see him as not being a secret pervert. Just slightly. It takes a while for him to reveal that side to you, since he tries to appear refined and respectable

꩜ Definitely the type that likes music in the background; I see him as someone who cares about music a lot in general. You know he likes you if he’s sharing song recs

꩜ Lots of playlists, and even has a few sex playlists with different moods. Usually prefers things that are chill, but has a few harder-hitting songs—this is why he needs the playlists, lol. He doesn’t like when the vibe changes too much

꩜ One time you sneak Cbat onto his playlist & make him laugh so much he loses his boner. At that point did you really win? Hmm?

꩜ Tbh he’s got game & is aware of it. You gotta humble him occasionally or else he becomes insufferable

Post-Incident

꩜ This Geto is a lot more self-centered, aggressive, and sadistic in bed. I wouldn’t say he’s a tyrant tho

꩜ Will legit punish you when you disobey, no funishments here. Big into humiliation

꩜ My heart is telling me shibari, especially the kind that can be hidden beneath clothes. Particular about the color, and will pick ones that flatter your skin tone. Obsessed with the way the ropes pinch and dig into your soft body. He’ll bite and squeeze the parts that spill over the ropes

꩜ One punishment would be walking around secretly tied up, but the style where one of the ropes rubs against your pussy as you walk. It sounds nice at first, but that bitch is gonna chafe for sure

꩜ He’s more selfish than before, yes, but he still maintains a proclivity for doting—we all see how he spoils his daughters! It’s like, he gets his turn first, and when it’s your turn, it's your turn. Multiple orgasm king. He’ll do it until you’re sobbing tho, so pray for your pussy

꩜ Loves making you choke on his cock—gets kind of intense with the bjs. Mfer needs to chill (and buy you some throat lozenges)

꩜ Doggystyle is his favorite without a doubt, he just wants to pin your face to the bed and watch your ass bounce

꩜ A lot of the previous stuff is still applicable to some degree, but I think he has a lot less patience at this point, and is waaaay more into degradation & domination

꩜ He gets legitimately mean sometimes lmfao it’s like you gotta have 2 safewords: one for physical intensity level, and the other for bullying level 😭

꩜ Would he sleep with a non-sorcerer? Honestly, I can’t decide. If he did tho, he would be SO FUCKING MEAN I don’t even want to think about it !!!

꩜ Does he use monkey in bed unironically?? Chat pls advise

[sant-riley]

Domestic Simon Riley? 👀 -🪴

[With you] [Simon 'Ghost' Riley domestic headcanons]

(Romantic Ghost x Reader)

Summary: Simon is your disconcerning boyfriend, to most people it seems as if he'd be incapable of gentle touches and affection, you know better though.

More info: You're apart of 141, no one knows you two are dating, you are younger than him and are shorter than him in this.

Warnings: usage of the word Girl once but it is more geared towards fem! (This is so fucking self indulgent im sorry) possibly ooc for Ghost (idc tbh) , do these even count as domestic? Idk ive never dated someone, nothing else that I know of but do let me know if there is anything that needs to be tagged!

Ghost is so painfully subtle in public with the way he treats you, he'll never outwardly do anything romantic but his actions and how he looks at you while he does it makes people pause.

In your own quarters or homes though, its different.

He's extremely attentive to you, your wants, your needs, your dislikes, he knows it all, he classifies it as important as missions. Simon didn't have a good father growing up, he didn't get to see what a good husband was supposed to be like, he's learning from the bottom up and he takes it seriously.

You'll never have to ask him to make breakfast, he's always up before you and has it cooked on the table with your drink.

Knows exactly when it's the time you wake up, and if he's able he'll go wake you up personally, brushing your hair out of your face and gently running his fingers through to detangle it from your sleeping.

Despite how cute you are sleeping in just his large hoodie, he won't let you sleep in, y'all got stuff to do.

He'll pick you up and bring you down to the table, pressing a kiss to your temple, if that doesn't wake you up (you usually will look up for a real kiss), he isn't afraid to grab your face in one hand and just, smoosh your face, he knows you hate it but it's gonna wake you up bc you're trying to slap his hand away.

He sits across from you, but reaches out one arm across the table with his palm facing up so you can grab it whenever, he likes it when you play with his hands.

Don't get me started on Simon and washing dishes, he always takes over washing duty and let's you dry ���em. But every other time, he's gonna let his hands stay wet and will tell you to “think fast” and flick water over you (if you truly hate it, he'll stop though)

you know that saying of peeling oranges? He's the biggest proof that there is somewhere out there that will do it for you without question. Doesn't matter what it is, if you don't prefer driving, he has no complaints about driving you everywhere, if you don't like washing your hair? Just tell him what products and what order you use them in, just sit there and relax.

If you wear makeup and you're too tired to take it off yourself, he'll do it for you and it makes me emotional.

In your shared bathroom, he sets you on top the counter and uses one hand to gently grab your chin, taking the remover and firmly rubbing off your eyeshadow/eyeliner/blush/etc, afterwards he'll murmer a “that's my girl.” (He loves you with or without makeup, but he loves you for you, doesn't matter which you choose to do that day or any day)

He covers the corners of the meeting tables when you bend down to grab at the pen you dropped, it's just second nature for him to protect you from hurting yourself. He's yanked you from the street, picked you up just with one arm to make sure you don't walk into something gross on the street, gotten in front of strangers who try and get in your face for something. His body completely covers your own, and he always has weapons on his person, he isn't afraid to resort to maiming someone for you, you're his number one priority.

Simon loves having you sleep on top of him, he finds the weight a good reminder that you're there, you're not going anywhere if you do, he'll notice right away. If you get up to go to the kitchen, he'll sleepily follow you and just stare at you for an uncomfortable amount of time til you realize he's there. He'll make fun of you too “You should know ‘m right here, what kind of soldier isn't aware-” “Simon, I'm literally in just a bra and boxers right now.”

He demands your attention, this is one he'll do on bass in front of others bc technically he can get a with it. You're next to a recruit he doesn't like? Suddenly there's papers on a recent mission he needs your signature on, or he needs you for special 141 training reasons (he wants you to come with him to the dining hall, he's hungry and he doesn't want to go alone)

Dude stands right up against your back, in every scenario. His chest is probably an inch away from your back. He's playfully called your shadow by Price and the rest of the guys.

He grabs your hips alot, usually just to rest his hands there, occasionally rubbing small circles into the flesh, humming.

Simon will try and subtly leave as well if you leave the room, he gives it 10 minutes before he makes his way out to find wherever you wandered off too 

Price finds it fucking hilarious, he'll look down at his watch and mentally countdown to when Simon makes his escape. Simon can fool most people but not John, the way Ghost will tap his foot and roll his shoulders are tell tale signs that he's had enough of being there.

He'll dance if you want him to, though he simply sways with you in his arms, if you're of a specific culture, he'll try his best to learn it but no promises, while he is fast learner and perfects everything he does, he's a big man, he's not that graceful.

Without thinking if he sees you're cold, he's stripping off his jacket to give it to you, he doesn't ask, he just moves behind you to drape it over your shoulders.

He'll take off his mask with you, and let you trace the scars that litter his face, let you trace his features too, he's fallen asleep to you doing it and he doesn't know how much you cried silently when he did.

Simon practices new jokes on you, to get your opinion of them until he can tell the others, the louder you groan the better the joke is in his eyes.

Soap asks why you don't even react anymore and you just sigh. You are tired.

When he's especially annoyed and done with the day, he just shoves his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you in a death grip while he takes deep breaths, in the least weird possible, your scent and body so close to him helps him destress.

One thing he makes a huge point to do is to clean your guns for you, yes you should do it yourself but ever since y'all have gotten together, he's taken it upon himself.

He's scared, more scared than anything that something will go wrong when you're both not on the same mission, this is just a way he can ensure your gun will fire correctly and efficiently, that you can defend yourself when he isn't there.

Speaking of weapons, he gives you one of his personal knives for you to keep, he'll ask for it back only to sharpen it, everything has to stay in its best shape.

Likes when you drape yourself over him when he's sitting, alas he is just a man so he likes to feel your chest against his back.

Pulls you into his lap if you walk by, he'll let you get up if you truly want to but he'll position you to sit sideways and will rub your legs as he watches whatever is on the TV.

For anyone who has arthritis, Ghost will take the time to rub your ointments into your hands, he knows what weather makes then worse and keeps his own tube of it onhand so he's prepared.

He's always buying you things, he knows that it's not necessary but for him, it sees it as ‘if for some reason I fail at something else, at least I can provide this’ someone hug him he's fighting for his life.

Stocks up on every single essential you can ever need, your comfort food and snacks? Always on base and always at your flat, if you two are walking around the shoppes and he sees you eyeball anything, bet your ass he's going online to order it for you immediately, and when it shows up, he just shrugs. He doesn't see it as a big deal, it's just money. Which is very cute but also a ps5 is NOT cheap sir, you can't just-

[mxsinistir]

Hey can we get a part two of your "Hookups (Light Yagami x Reader)" but where Light breaks up with Misa and the reader hooks up with light at the same hotel in a slutty bunny outfit (for kinks add, degradation, choking, spanking and handcuffs)

Yup that's my request :)

christ, my writing block is so bad right now that I’ve decided to answer some really old request (I just want to write smut, let’s be real.) I’m better at it now than I used to be, so there’s that! I’m also 18 now, let’s fucking go, I can legally write this /hj. Anyway, here’s some food for you degenerates (me too <3). Part 1 Word Count: 1.6k

Trigger Warnings: Everything above + language + Light Yagami is a trigger warning of his own. MDNI.

“Misa's gone.” 

“What does that mean?” You said, picking at your nails as your other hand held the cell phone to your ear. 

“It means,” he began, as patronizing as could be, slowing down so you could understand, “that I’m a bachelor now. So get over to Yoshiyama and dress to celebrate.” 

He hung up, certain you would come - in more ways than one, at that. 

You did not make him wait this time - a good move, on your part. He walked into your agreed-upon room and spotted you on the bed. You were bundled in a black duffel coat, sitting with your legs crossed elegantly as if you were some refined socialite or critic. He may have believed it, if not for the ears - cheap, white, fluffy. He could not help but laugh. 

“Well, you gonna let me see the rest?” 

“I thought you may want to rip the coat off yourself.” “How considerate of you,” Light mused, shrugging off his blazer and leaving it over the back of a chair. Smirking, he walked up to the end of the bed, “but you can stand up and do it yourself.”

You shrugged, standing up and opening up the coat. It dropped to your feet, revealing the skimpy excuse for clothes you had on underneath. Your paramour grinned and shook his head. 

“God, you don’t disappoint,” he said, “turn around.” Your skin reddened, a smile still plastered on your face as you did so. His eyes widened and he saw the round, ivory tail on your backside. He swore under his breath as he moved toward you. “Is this-” he gave the tail a sharp tug and was met with resistance. You gasped at the action. “Good god, woman...”

“You said-” “I know what I said,” he mused, “I just didn’t expect you to be so eager about it. How did it take me so long to realize how much of a slut you are?”

“Because you were too focused on being a manwhore yourself.” This smart-ass comment got you a sharp slap across your backside.

“Watch yourself,” he warned, his voice darkening. 

“Mm,” you smiled, “hey, you should check the nightstand drawer.” “Oh? And what will I find?” “That’s the point of a surprise, Light-” You let out a noise of surprise as he pushed you back toward the bed, your chest hitting the mattress.

“Get up there,” he ordered. You scrambled onto your hands and knees, your ass up in the air, wiggling your hips just enough to entice him. He took a few slow steps around the bed, taking in the view with feigned disinterest. He clicked his tongue once. “God, you look fucking filthy, and I haven’t even done a thing to you yet.” “Want to change that?” “Smartass,” he chided, opening up the nightstand drawer. You watched his eyes widen and could not help smiling further as he removed a pair of silver handcuffs, clinking lightly. “But god if you don’t plan ahead. I love that about you.” He sounded almost sweet when he said it - it was never I love you, never from him. He loved things about you, physical and mental alike, but not you. And tonight - every night, for that matter - that was fine by you.

He told you to stay still as he walked around behind you, surprising you by grabbing your arms and wrenching them behind your back. The action smooshed your face against the mattress, and you struggled just enough to irritate him a bit before he managed to cuff your wrists, straining your shoulders just enough to cause a delicious burn through them. 

He sat beside you and wrapped an arm around your midsection, holding you fast before delivering a spank to the top of your thighs.

“Mmh, Light! What’s that for?” You whined as you tried (and failed) to squirm out of his grasp. You heard the smile in his voice when he replied

“Oh, nothing in particular. But I wanted to see that tail bounce,” he said, playing with it slightly, delighting in how the pressure made you whine and squirm. “Are you prepping for me? This isn’t you trying to tell me you’re off the pill, is it?” “Mm, no,” you gasped, “No, I just thought it was a nice touch.” 

“Mm.” Without warning, he pulled the plug out of your ass, causing you to gasp and curl your nails into your palms, unable to grab anything else. He paused and inspected the silver toy for a bit before setting it off to the side. 

Delicately, he looped his thumbs through the sides of your panties and slipped them down over your legs. You helped him remove them fully, terrified of (although terribly aroused by) what would happen if you resisted.

“I could leave you right here, you know,” he mused as you heard him removing his belt. “Maybe gag you with something so you couldn’t call for help. What do you think the staff of this lovely establishment would think if they found you like this? Do you think they’d help you out of your predicament?” Your whole body bucked in response to the sting of leather across your ass. “Or do you think they’d give a whore exactly what she really wants?” Another spank, another lewd cry. “How’s that for room service, huh?”.

“Oh, please,” you huffed, “You’re too possessive for that.” 

“Well, you may have a point there. This-” Two more smarting hits, back to back. “This is all mine. And you don’t mind, do you? Not when I’m the only one who can make you come like you need to. Come on, darling,” he never used pet names, not seriously. It sounded insulting when he did, in your favorite way possible. “Tell me.” “No one,” you gasped, “No one can make me come like you, Light. No one.” “Mm,” he tapped the leather against his palm in deliberation. “Now beg for me to do just that.” “Please, please- make me come.”

“That’ll do.” You heard the shuffling of fabric as his pants hit the floor. You could not turn to see him, but he grabbed your hips and placed you in a more convenient position. You whined when he brushed against you, already hard. 

He looped the leather of his belt around your neck, tugging slightly to lift your head momentarily off the mattress. When he shoved himself into you, the sound you made was cut short by the sudden tightening of the belt around your throat. He let up as he began to catch his rhythm, occasionally giving a sharp pull. 

“These holes are mine,” he said breathlessly, “And that’s all you are - a set of holes. A thoughtless little thing for me to use at my pleasure. You can run all you want, little rabbit, but you always come running back to me, don’t you?” 

Your cheek and chin were damp from your drooling into the sheets. You could only respond in shuddering moans and cries as he fucked you. Then, he suddenly pulled the belt back tight, yanking you fully upright by the makeshift leash. You gasped uselessly for breath as his spare hand reached out to grasp at your breasts, stuffed into a too-small top. 

“You know I’m Kira, don’t you?” he said casually. Your blood ran cold, and your core throbbed more than you would ever admit. He saw the horror in your expression and smiled as you registered whose hands your life now rested in. Magic gifts or no, he could kill you right here and leave you. The hotel room was under your name, not his. No one would ever know. 

You had just begun to see black spots in your vision when he let up again. You felt a warmth coat your insides as he spilled into you. 

“Stupid little bunny - only good for one thing, aren’t you?” He said in a too-sweet tone. You could only whimper incoherently into the sheets, your brain reeling and still trying to suck in whatever oxygen you could. “What, too brainless to talk back now?” “Yes sir,” you said, unable to think of any other response. It seemed satisfactory enough to him, though. You could feel your nether regions still throbbing, so close to that release you were beginning to worry he would not give you at all.

“Well, that’s fine. Maybe you can shut up and listen for once,” he said as he pulled out, leaving you to whine into the sheets, ignored and receding from your edge. “You won’t say a word about any of this. Because if you tell anyone-” to your horror, you heard the shutter of the camera on his phone from behind you, “-then you’re going to have to explain how you know, and what we were doing when you found out. And do you really want the task force seeing you-” he lifted your head up sharply by his belt again to snap a photo of your face, no doubt flushed and fucked-out, starved for breath and for release, “-like this?”

“No sir,” “There’s a good slut,” he tapped your cheek affectionately. “Now, do you think I’m done with you?” You shook your head, and he ran his slender fingers through your hair. “Good. Because for once, I have all night.”

[luvv4j4ybe11]

I'm tired of being horny,I want love😭😭

can you give us some fluff headcanons with teyam,please??🥹

YES OML! I love writing headcanons sm😭

Warnings~ none! Enjoy the fluff everyone<3

★ Neteyam is the type of mate to make you stay in bed on a rainy day, no matter if you guys have things to do or not. He just loves spending time with his girl.

★ speaking of which, his family completely adores you. They’re always asking for you to come over and spend time with them(mostly neytiri and Jake saying this bc you’re literally like a daughter to them)

★ tey absolutely ADORES whenever you spend time with his family, especially his siblings and ESPECIALLYY with tuk, you act so well with all of them that it makes him want to give you a family of your own.

★ his love language is definitely acts of service, words of affirmation, and physical touch. So definitely expect to be gifted with things you’ve always wanted while he’s hugging you and whispering all sorts of praises and I love yous into your ear.

★(this hc is for human!reader) if your ovulating/on your period, he will never leave your side, always giving you whatever you need since he knows how painful your periods can be. (And also because your smell gets stronger, and he doesn’t want any of the males in his clan thinking they have a chance with you. Because they don’t.)

★ speaking of this, he definitely is extremely protective of you. Like, yes he knows you’re fully capable of handling yourself, but he just can’t help it. You’re his girl, how could he not protect you?

★ if you need an example of how far this man would go for you, just remember that one time where he came home with bloody fists and a bloody nose because he overheard a group of boys sexualizing you(lo’ak jumped into the fight too bc he didn’t want to hear you or his parents lecture him about leaving Neteyam by himself to get beat tf up😭)

★turns into such a baby when he’s tired. Poor boy will come home completely exhausted, it’s so obvious in his features it makes you sad. He’ll grumble when you ask him how his day was, hurriedly taking off his uncomfortable garments and picking you up and carrying you to the bed, placing you down on the soft pillows before placing all of his body weight onto you. You let out a little huff from the suddenness of it, but it turns into a giggle when you feel him smoosh his head into your boobs.

★“Awh, what needy little babyboy. Just needed some cuddles, hm?” You’d tease while placing a kiss on his forehead, left hand rubbing his scalp soothingly as your other hand trails down his back in a content motion.

★(hc for modern!au) you guys would definitely do a whole bunch of couple TikTok’s tg, and literally everyone loves you guys sm

★ would secretly learn all your favorite foods and make them whenever your sad/on your birthday.

★ does this thing if your walking past a group of people that make you uncomfortable, he’ll put himself between you and the group, so he’s acting as a barrier almost

★ loves the sound of your voice/laugh so much, And it SHOWSSSS. lo’ak made fun of him one time because teyams tail started wagging when you laughed at a joke he made

★ also loves carrying you/manhandling you (gently ofc) js bc he likes to see the surprise on your face whenever he does. All those years of training and building his strength being put to use frl🙌🏼 he also does it bc he has a strength kink and size kink..BUT WE ARENT GONNA GET INTO THAT!!

★he has a sweet spot in the middle of his scalp that makes him purr really loud and kick his leg slightly, you found out about it one of the many times he fell asleep on your chest. You never told him you knew about it though because you know he’d probably get embarrassed, but whenever he does fall asleep on your chest you always massage that spot just to giggle at his reaction.

★(black!reader hc..so me!) love to play with your hair and braid it, also loves to participate in your wash days. Like this mf will be more hyped to wash your hair than you are(you barley lift a finger during your wash days because he insists you just sit down and relax while he does everything)

★ made a wash day playlist with all your favorite songs on your phone without you knowing, so when you asked him where the playlist came from he just giggled at you before telling you where it came from. (You cried and hugged him because..he’s a fucking sweetheart?)

★ always talks about starting a family with you, and the look in this man’s eyes whenever he talks about it is completely adorable. You’re literally the love of this man’s life

A/N~ I need a man like teyam frl🥹 also I’m flattered you guys love my neteyam works sm, it really means the world to me<3 but could we mayhaps send in requests for different characters? I’d love to hear what you guys have in mind for them. Other than that tho, stay safe and hydrated. I love you guys sm💕

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[heartsforseo]

Monster trio x fem! reader

Summary: Reader has period cramps and monster trio tries to comfort them. request=open requested: <yes> <no> wc: 895 ft: monster trio warning: talks about cramp

You woke up, groaning in pain and clutching your stomach. Five more days and it’ll be over, and in your opinion, the second days were always the worst.

And so, you had made up your mind and decided to hang around your bed until the day ends, maybe even get some sleep to ease up the pain.

Luffy was upset. He woke up early in the morning and caught a huge fish with Ussop and Chopper.

Obviously, he wanted to show it to you, but you never came out. The first time the door had opened he was already climbing up the stairs, but his face had met the door instead, and right behind it was Nami in her signature bra and pants.

The second time the door opened, he was standing right next to it. He let out a small snort and quickly tackled the person that came out. But, he was met with a hand smooshing his face away and the person stood up. Oh, it was Robin.

“Why hasn’t Y/n come out yet Robin? The fish is in the aquarium already!” Luffy whined.

“Maybe you should check up on her, Luffy. Make sure to not make a mess though, Nami will be mad.” The archeologist replied.

Luffy’s face contorted into a cheeky grin and left the area. He went inside the girl’s room and there he saw you; curled up like a cocoon, your hands clutching on your stomach and your head nestled on your legs.

“Y/n!” Luffy said cheerfully. “I have so many things to tell you! So basically I caught this HUGE fish and—Y/n?”

Luffy looked at you, your body slightly shaking and you bit the bottom of your lips.

“H-hey, should I call Chopper or something..?” Luffy muttered, shaking your body relentlessly.

You touched the poor man’s hand and he finally stopped. “Don’t worry Luffy, it’s nothing serious. It’ll go away eventually.”

“What do you mean by that? Aren’t you in pain?”

You chuckled, “Yes I am, but it is a different type of pain. I’ll explain it to you someday, but for now—I just want to stay with you.”

“So you ARE in pain. Why didn’t you tell me?” Luffy asked, completely ignoring the other words you had said.

You sighed and sat up, still clutching your stomach, “Fine, I’ll explain it to you.”

“Do you get it now?”

“Not really. But that’s unfair. I don’t want you suffering for a week every month! Hmm…I know now! I'll ask Sanji to get you your favorite food!"

With that said, Luffy left the room and came back, "Here, I got you your favorite food, Y/n! Though I ate the other four..." 

"Thank you, Luffy. How about you tell me what happened with the fish? You never finished did you?"

Luffy sat on your bed and flashed a big smile, ready to tell you what happened while you were away.

You had promised Zoro that you were going to train with him. You may be in pain, but you're a man of your word.

You went up to the crow's nest and saw the swordman meditating. Waiting for you, you presume.

"That's ten over two. Have you been slacking off?"

"Of course not!" you tried defending yourself, "I'm just not feeling it today…"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You were holding your stomach after all." The swordman replied, not failing to notice your grip on your stomach.

Zoro walked away and sat down where you first saw him, "Attack me when you're feeling better. I'd want to fight you at your best."

Not one to accept snarky remarks, you picked up the sword beside you and stood up. You charged at the green-haired man, and your vision turned upside down.

"Stupid woman," the man muttered.

He puts his hands out and catches your falling figure, "I'm not gonna let you go until you tell me what's wrong."

"…Just some cramps," you finally let out.

Zoro sighed and let go of you, "You should've told me. No wonder why you weren't in shape."

"Hey!"

Zoro sat and pulled you to him, "You're probably cold, right? Well, I'll be with you, so don't whine no more."

That sleep was a breeze. First, you were being cuddled by Zoro in a quiet room, and second, you were being cuddled by Zoro in a quiet room. The only time you guys were woken up was by Sanji fuming outside the window.

"I don't wanna get up," you muttered to yourself.

If it weren't for the sound of knocking, you probably wouldn't get up.

You open the door and see Sanji with a tray of your favorite food and some heating pad.

"S-sanji, what are you doing here…?"

"Can I not see my lover anymore? Go get dressed up, and I'll clean your bed."

You let out a little smile and took a shower. You could hear a few shuffling outside here and there. After a few minutes, you stepped out of the bathroom and saw your side of the room neatly cleaned.

Sanji was waiting patiently, sitting at the bedside.

"Are you ok, my love? Can you walk?" He asked.

"Yes, of course, Sanji," you replied

"Do you want to stay in your room or leave? I'd like to stay by your side."

"I'd like to stay here…with you, Sanji. I'm happy that you are my lover."

"No, I'm glad that you said yes that day."

DAMN THAT GOT CHEESY T__T AND UH... I HOPE YALL ENJOYED IT. I RAN OUT OF IDEAS FOR SANJI ND ZORO SO IT GOT SHORTER. NO FAVORITISM HERE YALL. ALSO IF SOMEONE GETS THE REFERENCE I'D BE SET FOR LIFEEEE

[i-cant-sing]

Reader: Hey Kit Kat. Guess what?

Katsuki: What?

Reader: Shoto’s father never hugged him… isn’t that sad.

Katsuki: Yes I suppose that is rather sad but Half and Half can hug himself during his breaks. Now let’s go!

I am just thinking about how easy it would be to make Katsuki flustered. Like you kiss him once and he'll be thinking about it for DAYSSS. So much so, he can't concentrate on anything. He's standing over the stove, eyes glazed over as he replays the romantic moment that happened a week ago and the food just burns and you have to walk over and hurriedly turn off the stove.

Y/n: KATSUKI!

Katsuki, glazed eyes clearing: huh? Oh shit-

Y/n: ugh! You burned all the food! What are we gonna feed the guests now?

Katsuki, pissed: well its your fault!

Y/n: HOW???? yOure the one who was standing over the stove!

Katsuki, grabs your face: BECAUSE OF YOUR KISS- BECAUSE OF YOU, I CANT FUCKING CONCENTRATE ON ANYTHING!

Y/n, also grabbing his face and smooshing his cheeks: HOW IS IT MY FAULT THAT YOURE SO FUCKING CUTE! AND I DIDNT COMPLAIN WHEN U GAVE ME A BIRTHMARK ON MY NECK!

Katsuki: THATS A FUCKING HICKEY!

Y/n: THATS NOT WHAT I TOLD MY PARENTS! WHO BY THE WAY WILL BE COMING OVER IN A FEW MINUTES AND WE HAVE NOTHING TO FEED THEM FOR DINNER!

Katsuki, squeezing your cheeks: SHUT UP! WE CAN ORDER IN FOOD!

Y/n: it's just.... I've been bragging to mom about how good of a cook you are and how well you've been feeding me after we got married and she didn't really believe me, so-

Katsuki, frowns: don't u fucking worry, I'll make her something good. I'll get started on the food again-

Y/n: thanks, Kit Kat. Oh and Katsuki?

Katsuki, turning around: hm?

Y/n, kisses him againa and runs away again giggling mischievously knowing damn well that Katsuki will be distracted again and ruin dinner again:

Katsuki:

Katsuki, slamming the pot against the wall: FUCK! Y/N GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE-!

Later at dinner, yall ordered take out and Rei and Enji are just sitting there with u two looking red:

Rei, picking at her food: so... takeout? For my daughter, that's what you've been feeding her? Chemically impure junk?

Y/n: mom, no-

Enji, narrowing his eyes: y/n? What's that on your neck?

Y/n, hiding her hickey while Katsuki snickers: birthmarks- multiple birthmarks dad-

Enji: they weren't there before.

Y/n: i- *narrows her eyes at Katsuki who is smirking* I think it's cause of all the takeout Katsuki has been ordering me. God knows what's in this, right mom? I mean, this could just be an allergic reaction-

Enji and Rei, with murder in their eyes:

Katsuki, gulps: i-

[lucimaaie]

dayum, i cant just not be liked by joel bro, its heartblade

petition to now make the ver. where u are like almost another daughter (almost because it'll be kinda weird 😝) to joel while dating/flirting his actual daughter

i got uu

the door swung wide open as you and ellie came in exhausted from patrol. it was still day but the cold had ran you guys from outside to the warm, isolated interior of joel's house.

ellie dropped her bag and flopped onto the couch. she stared at the fireplace longingly. "there's no way i'm sleeping in the garage tonight." she almost shivered at the thought.

"there's no way i'm letting you do that." you moved ellie's legs to sit on the bottom of the couch. "you could just sleep in my room." you said casually, slipping her shoes off and setting them by the couch. you lived with joel, but he wasn't your dad. not biologically, but after finding you almost freezing to death in a blizzard, he practically was.

ellie sat up. "grumps is not gonna like that," she tried not to show how your offer had peaked her interest. she barely got the time to be alone with you the way joel insisted on keeping the door open and being careful-all the trademarks of a dad speech.

"he doesn't have to." you said with a hint of mischief in your voice. that same mischief that ellie loved and joel most definitely didn't. "c'mon." you intertwined your fingers with ellie's, pulling her off the couch and up the stairs.

"you're gonna get me in trouble, just being in here."

you gasped. "now, i'm closing the door." the door shut with a soft click. " it's punishable by death. whatever shall i do?" you fell back on the bed dramatically.

"oh come off it." ellie smooshed your cheeks between her hands, hovering her face over yours. you could feel the developing calluses on her fingertips against your cheeks.

"never." you whispered, pecking her lips.

ellie would never get used to affection you shared now that you were dating. it took a minute to even realize that you weren't just best friends and another to get joel on board (luckily, you did with the promise that you'd be safe and never hurt each other.)

she wanted more. ellie chased your lips as you pulled away. her hands fell down to support her weight. she almost pouted. “we can’t kiss upside down.” you sat up, ellie did the same.

“why not? spiderman does it.”

“surprised you know who he is.”

“i’m gonna pretend that isn’t hurtful and kiss you.” and she did. it was as gentle as she always was, but not hesitant. she’d kissed you enough times to know you wouldn’t break if she wasn’t the gentlest person in the world.

so she let her hands roam. one on your jaw, like always. she liked being able to feel your speeding heartbeat there. the other was on your thigh doing nothing too crazy, just a slow rub across the skin.

not that she hated short kisses, but she found the extra time your lips across hers was usually the exact thing she needed. maybe that’s why did she didn’t notice joel’s voice yelling downstairs or his footsteps getting closer.

you were quick to split as the doorknob was turned. you had forced on your headphones and ellie had picked up a book on your nightstand.

“hey, you okay—” joel froze as he took in the sight before him. you were on opposite sides of the best preoccupied with things that weren’t each other, which let’s be honest, was never the case. he knew something was up. “huh.”

“hi pops.” you said in your best attempt to not sound outta breath.

“hey. y’know, i do remember saying something about keeping the door open-“

“heard.”

“loud and clear.”

joel felt placated. the whole reason he’d been hesitant on you two dating was just how close you were. that kind of thing, so young and fast, was worrysome for him. so yeah, he wasn’t ignorant to what two teenagers in love were doing behind a closed door. he would have words for that later, but seeing you both grinning like you held some secret he wasn’t privy to, made it okay for now.

thank you for reading!

[dmercer91]

same old, same old | charred wings au, qh43

in which matthew was right. (1.7k)

heeyyyyyyyy. welcome to the angst filled pit in my brain that is the charred wings au!! love u guys

it would've been weird for quinn to mention, or even allude to robin, during his acceptance speech for the norris. she knew that, and truly was not expecting any sort of appreciation.

so, she really had no idea why it stung so much when her role in his life wasn't brought up while he was thanking all the people closest to him.

what would he have even said? thank you, to my fuck buddy robin, who routinely cheats on her boyfriend with me! couldn't have done it without her.

she told herself that matthew had gotten into her head- that she felt linked to quinn's winning of the norris due to the conversation between her and her brother a few days prior. and though that wasn't true, she was gonna leave it at that.

she waited until the next award was being announced to stand up and leave for a smoke, mumbling about her plans to her brothers and sister and making her way out onto the porch.

her phone started ringing just in time for her to light her cigarette. she furrowed her brow gently, pulling it out of her pocket and watching as the screen lit up with quinn's name and the contact photo she hadn't bothered to change since they were sixteen.

no matter how badly she wanted to let it ring- she couldn't bring herself to turn the phone off.

she pressed it to her ear and exhaled a 'hey' along with the smoke of her fix

"smokin' again?" was the first thing he said, a smirk evident in his tone.

"never stopped. you call to quiz me?" she asked, taking a hint of an attitude with him. she'd rather seem annoyed than eager, she told herself.

"hm. called to ask if you're watchin' the awards" he clarified, and she could hear rustling in the background, figuring he was off to somewhere more private

"yeah. tell lukey m' proud of him for placing top three" she chided, and quinn could hardly hide his scoff.

the sound made a smile creep up on robin's face as she smooshed her cigarette into the stairs of the porch. she stayed outside, though. knowing she was gonna try her best to keep this conversation a secret from matt.

"not proud of me?" he fished, and she blinked. he didn't usually correct her when she would take this kind of route to get out of complimenting him.

usually, he'd stay irritated, knowing it was her way of pretending she didn't want anything to do with him.

she wasn't particularly fond of the change.

"thought you said you didn't call to quiz me. if you're tryna get off i suggest you wait until you aren't at an extremely public eve-"

"robin," he interrupted, sighing over the phone. he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and shook his head at himself

he should've known she wasn't gonna take it seriously.

"i can't just want to call you?" he asked, sincerity dripping from his words and hurt hardly masked by it. she responded with silence, thinking of what she could possibly say to him

after a moment, she decided she was going to test the waters.

"why did you really call, quinn?" she murmured, whisper quiet. the churning in her stomach almost had her lighting another cigarette.

he sighed, running his hands through his hair and letting his head thud on the wall behind him. "it's kind of a big deal, robbie. winning something like this"

".. and?" she bit her lip, running the charm on her necklace back and forth across the chain.

"and you're important to me." he said, with full conviction, like his words weren't going to jab her in the heart. and he paused, picked back up again

"if i could've thanked you in that speech i would've, baby. before anyone"

"don't call me that," she stated, quietly and shakily.

"i don't want to argue, robin, that's not what i'm doing here," he tried, frustration evident in his voice.

"then what the hell are you doing? what am i supposed to say to that? 'you're fucking welcome'?" she said, starting to raise her voice a little, hurt and confusion getting the best of her

"jesus christ, you don't need to say anything, robbie, i wasn't expecting you to say anything. but you could at least not bite my head off when i'm trying to be genuine,"

tears pooled robin's eyes, and the only think she could think to do was keep biting back, keep hiding behind the wall of bullshit she'd been building

"okay, well, you called me out of nowhere to tell me that you wanted to thank me in your acceptance speech and that i'm important to you and i don't really know how to react to that, quinn, so i'm sorry for not just absorbing it and going on about my life pretending it's not weird"

quinn laughed. the sound coming through the phone and immediately causing a pang in robin's chest, for the tears welled in her waterline to start spilling down her face quietly

"we spent the last year living together, and it's weird to you that i care about you? that i want to call you when i hit milestones and that i'm not just being a fucking coward about the way i feel for you?"

he figured he wen't a little too far when he heard her sniffles through the line.

"fuck you, quinn." she breathed out, still trying her best to cover how stuffed up she sounded and how hoarse her voice was getting, the tremor vibrating throughout her body

"robbie, baby, that's not how i meant it-" he breathed out, squeezing his eyes shut and feeling his stomach drop at the sound of her shaking breaths

"fuck off, it's different for me. and i know that you really couldn't care less, because you refuse to acknowledge him, but i'm not ready to pretend he doesn't exist" she whispered, everything she was trying so hard to hide coming through the phone despite her efforts, and effectively rendering quinn speechless.

eventually, he found his voice "you can do so much better than him. it doesn't mean forgetting he exists, though, robbie,"

"yeah, okay. if you're trying to prove that point you're doing a really shit job," she wiped her nose, trying to calm herself down and cursing herself for finding that comfort in the hum of his voice

"bullshit, robin. brady's even saying he hasn't seen you as happy as you are in van since the ntdp days. s' all i want, is for you to be happy" he tried, smiling a little as she hummed

and neither of them really understood how it always seemed to go like this- an argument, started for no reason with no real fighting, ended in a matter of seconds with no resolution, no change. nothing ever changed.

they were still in love. she was still in denial. he was still going to try and fight his way out of a casual relationship. they were still going to come back to each other, if they ever left, and she was still going to hate herself for it.

from zero to a hundred, and right back down to zero with hardly any time to blink

"whatever we have, quinn. i need it to stay just.. what it is, for now. please? you need to let me go at my own pace" her words meant nothing by the time they hit his ears, because no matter how he responded, he wouldn't stop trying to prove she loved him back

"as long as you're still mine in vancouver, i think i can deal with the offseason" no, he couldn't

"don't think i could keep away if i tried," and with that, was finally some semblance of the truth. quinn grinned to himself, nearly from ear to ear and his heart swelled in his chest

"good. n' hey, get some sleep tonight, robbie. been a long couple days for you, i'll bet" she bit her lip, nodding in agreement despite the faceless aspect of their conversation

"g'night, quinny" she whispered, finally dropping the necklace pendant she’d still had kept between her fingers

"goodnight, baby," and there was the nickname again- going without argument, despite the boundary she'd set merely five minutes ago. they would never change and they didn't want to.

and as the sound of robin's phone signalled that the call was ended, she held it to her chest, and tears began rolling again.

she hardly had a moment to herself before the front door opened and caught her attention

it was matt, giving her a knowing look as he sat down next to her and took a cigarette from her pack, lighting it and taking a drag, giving it to her.

"quinn called?" and she just gave him a look, contemplating keeping the cigarette to herself out of spite.

"figured when your smoke break took fifteen minutes" he joked, smirking down at her

"you're a dick" she mumbled, handing him the cigarette and leaning her head on his shoulder

"you're crying.” he stated in retaliation, “went bad?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows, putting an arm around her

"it went like it always does." she sighed, shaking her head as he tried to hand the fix back to her, watching as he put it out.

"except this time i bitched cause he told me he cared about me, after i fully set him up to say it, so, there's that" she rolled her eyes at herself, leaning further into her brother

"take your time, kid. but i think you know where you want this to go and i think you've gotta start working with that," he said, his calm demeanour doing well to put robin a little more at ease

"i know, matty. i'm just scared." she whispered, looking up at him with a look he'd never wanted to see on her face

"i get it. i'm here though, and brae, n' taryn. you know that," he pressed a kiss to her forehead, and she wiped a new string of tears from her face.

she nodded, sniffling "i love you, big brother"

"love you too, little sister,"

[delightfulcollectivetyphoon]

requestish from a friend via dms :)

cw: basically james eating you out and fucking you while you're on your period, so blood kink obvi, daddy kink, spanking, choking, rough fuck, james cumming in his pants, kinda? blood play, manhandling, dubcon, he's a lil drunk, pussy spanking

btw i had a time limit of like 20 mins so NO JUDGY JUDGY

"James...James, I don't think we should do this," you exclaim, trying to push him away. He looms over you, holding your hips in a death grip. He's smooshing your chest to his, and you both gasp as he rubs himself against your clothed torso.

"Mmm, baby I need this. Gone so long without your pretty pussy. Need to feel you around me," He speaks into the top of your head as you fight his grip.

"James, no. It'll be such a mess...and you'll maybe regret it."

He suddenly grips your shoulders and pushes you so you can make eye contact. He smiles.

"Little blood don't faze me darlin'. Something I guess I never told you. Your pretty little cunt is mine, blood soaked or not."

His words make you moan, intoxicated by his musk and the way he talked, smooth as the whiskey he had been sipping. He picks you up by your thighs and ruts against you, whimpering as you attack his neck with your tongue and teeth. Before you know it, you're tossed onto his bed like some toy. He immediately climbs on top of you, tearing your shirt apart at the seams and sucking at your nipples. You barely have time to moan before a hand comes down harshly on the crotch of your jeans. Your clit stings against the lace of your underwear, knocking your breath out of your lungs.

"Jamie!"

He moans into your neck before backing up and pulling your pants all the way down your legs. Goosebumps erupt all over your body. He slowly peels your underwear off, eyeing your bloody pad. He didn't care if you soaked all the way through the damn mattress, he just needed to taste you. He dove in between your thighs immediately, licking a bead of blood hat had mixed with your arousal, slowly dripping down your ass. He moans into your cunt at the metallic taste. He sets to work, sucking your clit, fingering your needy hole.

"Fuck! Fuck, Jamie 'ts so good," you panted. He maintained eye contact the entire time. He lays down fully now, back straining from his position. He worshipped every drop of fluid that came leaking out of your pussy when he jammed his fingers in. He loved the sounds your cunt made when he would dip his tongue in alongside his fingers. He parted with your clit, fingers still working, before saying

"Fuuuck baby this pussys so good...you taste so fuckin delicious... " He leans forward to kiss you. He tongue fucks your mouth, wanting to cherish all your juices. Tasting the mixture of blood and arousal on his tongue, you whimper, making him groan out.

"Oh fuck baby.. no no don't do that I'm gonna-Fuck!"

You look at him as his eyes roll back into his head and his fingers slow ever so slightly. Once he recovers, he has a whole new attitude. He sobered up quick. Yanking his fingers from your hole, he grabbed your hips and flipped you so you were on your ass.

"Ooooh baby you're in for it."

You had just realized what had happened. He had actually cum in his pants, like a teenager.

"Makin' me come early huh? Not very nice," he growled before slamming into you. He set a brutal speed, watching the blood splash from your soaked pussy onto his torso, the bed, and yourself. The sounds coming from your body were biblical, moaning and squelching alike. You were quick to cum, spurred on by his thumb practically glued to your clit. He knew if he looked down, he would cum right then and there, seeing his dick coated in your cum and blood. Your orgasm hit you like a damn train. Your eyes rolled back, your body went limp, and you soaked the sheets. He smacked your left cheek, and then your right, making the skin sting.

"James! Fuuuck! I'm...cumming! James!," you choked out between sobs.

"Ohhhh fuck, sweetheart. cummin' so quickly on Daddy's dick, what a good fucking girl." He was eager to reach his second climax, flipping you once again so your fucked out features were on display for him. Your folds dripped with your release, shining in the dim light. He reached down to your throat to squeeze as much as he could before you would pass out. He couldn't take it anymore. he thrust as deep as he could before grinding on your clit, bringing you to another harsh orgasm.

"Gonna breed you so fuckin' good sweetheart gonna fill you up so good gonna give my babies to this bloody pussy," he rambled.

You were all but unconscious, not making any effort to respond. Finally, he pulled out, groaning at how you had coated him with your fluids. He bent down next to your ear before whispering,

"Y'know, I would force my dick in your mouth right now if your little brain could actually fuckin' work. Consider yourself lucky. Next time, you're gonna clean my dick off."

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[nickfowlerrr]

trust me - chapter two

series masterlist

pairing: stucky x curvy!reader (dark!steve/soft!dark steve and bucky/soft!dark bucky)

warnings: not really any for this chapter but this series is dark so again, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. some mentions of paranoia, anxiety, and a previous attack reader experienced. +18 ONLY. (if i’m missing something important pls let me know!)

words: 1.5k

notes: a whole year later, here’s chapter two. i’m so unsure i’ll ever finish this series but i figured, might as well share what i have. this isn’t edited so sorry for any errors!

You slept through dinner time, thoroughly worn out thanks to Bucky who was sleeping right alongside you on the couch, both of you naked as could be. You only woke up when you were suddenly jolted by something, someone.

Steve had arrived at the cabin, unsurprised to find you and Bucky still laying on the couch. He admired your form as you were pressed into Bucky, his arms wrapped around you, unintentionally protecting your decency. A lick of jealousy hit him once again. He scowled at his friend and kicked the back of the couch. Hard.

You startled against Bucky with a gasp as the force of Steve’s kick shoved the couch and would’ve had you rolling off of it if not for Bucky tightening his hold on you instinctively. Looking up, you were met with the dark, piercing blue eyes of Steve. You yelped in surprise, pulling Bucky’s body on top of yours completely to hide beneath him. He sleepily obliged, raising up on a forearm so as not to smoosh you. He turned to face Steve, looking annoyed himself. Steve was supposed to give him a heads up when he landed. He knew you were on even more of a hair trigger lately, not to mention how much you cared for your privacy, and how you were about anyone seeing you in any kind of state you considered vulnerable. It took months before you finally felt close enough with Bucky to show him any kind of vulnerability and he took that seriously. He knew Steve was getting impatient but the last thing he wanted to do was rush you. And he never would have let Steve just walk in on you naked like this. It was bad enough he went ahead with this rushed plan of his before even talking to Bucky about it, sending you out here on your own and only then telling him about it, and now he’s already made you uncomfortable within mere minutes of getting here.

“What happened to calling?” Bucky gruffed.

“I did. You didn’t answer,” he responded. “Either of you.” Steve’s eyes cut to you again as he spoke sharply.

“Alright, well, you wanna give us a minute to get dressed, pal?” Bucky said, just as harsh.

Steve rolled his eyes before he began to walk back out of the room. “Hurry up,” he barked as you watched his retreat.

“Okay, something is seriously up,” you spoke quietly as Bucky let you up off the couch to redress. “He’s obviously pissed off about something..”

“Don’t stress on it, doll,” he told you as he slipped his shirt back on. “Probably just had a rough flight or something.”

You roll your eyes as you finish putting your clothes back on and then wait.

Bucky leaves you for just a minute to go get Steve so you can all finally get on the same page.

You were fixing the couch when they came into the room.

You pick your head up and meet Steve’s eye instantly before looking over to Bucky and sitting down.

“So, you gonna tell us what the hell is going on now?” you say, sharper than you intended.

The tick of Steve’s jaw alone is telling as your stomach twists.

“The mission’s been compromised.”

You wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t.

“…That’s all you’re gonna say?” you question.

“That’s all I can say.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Bab-” Bucky tries to interject.

“No,” you say standing up in exasperated defiance, shooting your eyes to him before looking back to Steve. “What the fuck is going on here, Steve? Really.”

Bucky crosses his arms and looks to Steve for his answer.

“Look, there’s a lot I can’t tell you right now,” he says, suspiciously sending an annoyed look to Bucky as he does. “But believe me, you’ll know everything soon enough. The three of us are gonna be here for a while, though. There’s nothing we can or have to do right now, so let’s just enjoy the down time while we have it. I promise you I have everything under control, and when there’s something you need to know, you’ll know it.”

You didn’t realize how close he had gotten while he spoke until his hand came down reassuringly on your shoulder, sending an unexplained chill through you.

“Alright?” he follows up. Your eyes fall to his hand still on you before you look away, keeping your face down.

“Yeah,” you answer, though your tone makes it clear you aren’t satisfied with his explanation, or lack thereof.

His hand slowly drops from your shoulder before he squeezes your arm lightly and turns away.

“I’m gonna go get settled,” he announces before sending another sharp look to Bucky. “Buck,” he says with a nod of his head.

You watch the two of them go and then check the time. It’s a little past eight. You briefly consider starting something for dinner, but the uneasy feeling still gnaws at you and your focus just isn’t on cooking right now.

Instead, you go to the laundry room and grab the clean bedding, taking it back upstairs to your room to make the bed.

It doesn’t take you very long, and you decide to clean yourself up and start getting ready for bed, despite the fact that you’d just slept for five hours.

You wash off in the shower quickly and by the time Bucky comes into the room, you’re dried and in your pajamas.

“Hey,” he says as he approaches you, looking... off. You can’t quite put a finger on what it is or why.

“Hi,” you respond, instinctively wrapping your arms around him as he returns the gesture. “You okay?”

He picks you up with ease and you hold tighter to him. No matter how many times he does it, you’re always terrified one day he’s gonna drop you.

“Yeah,” he mumbles against your skin as he buries his face in your neck before taking you to the bed and easing you down to sit on the edge. He gets on his knees in front of you and rests his head in your lap as you play with his hair.

“You sure about that?” you prod gently.

“Yeah, I just. I get what you were saying last night. It’s not the same when Steve’s here. Not that I don’t want him here,” he quickly corrects himself, “it’s just different.”

“No, I know what you mean,” you assure him as you run your fingers through his hair, your nails lightly scratching his scalp before you urge him to look up at you. “But no matter what, we’re still here together,” you smile softly as you gaze into his dreamy blues, “and that’s all that matters.”

Bucky leans up to kiss you gently, taking your face delicately in his strong hands as he deepens it before he has to pull away to allow you both some air.

“I love you, doll, you know that?”

“I know, Buck. I love you more.”

Bucky grins, “I don’t think that’s even possible,” he argues playfully as he gets up and pushes you gently down on the bed, eliciting a delicate laugh from you as he crawls on top and begins attacking with kisses and teasing touches.

A knock on the bedroom door gets your attention as Bucky begrudgingly parts from you, allowing you to sit up as he goes to open the door for Steve.

“I’m gonna make something to eat, you guys hungry?” he asks, his earlier anger and irritation seemingly gone now.

“Yeah,” Bucky responds for both of you, “We’ll be right down.”

You hear Steve walk away and then listen to his heavy steps as he goes downstairs.

You look at Bucky petulantly.

“What?” he asks with a huffed laugh.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten since lunch, you can’t just skip meals. ‘S not good for you,” he says, taking your hand and tugging you off the bed. You follow him reluctantly.

As you leave the room, you stop at the top of the stairs, tugging Bucky’s hand a bit.

He turns and looks down at you, waiting for you to speak.

“Seriously, nothing about this seems off to you?” you ask in earnest.

Bucky blinks, taking in your words before you watch him swallow a little thickly. He takes both your hands in his and gives you a half smile.

“Baby,” he starts, bringing one of your hands to his lips and kissing it gently, “you’re okay. We’re okay. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

His sincerity eases you just slightly as you sigh and nod, a rush of guilt coming over you for being so paranoid. You’re probably stressing him out for no real reason.

You want to explain yourself, the sudden urge to tell him everything about that night, the attack, the true reason you were so on edge lately - well, more so than normal.. - to tell him all of it, was strong.

But you couldn’t do it right now.

You’d tell him later, after you ate and you two were alone again.