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[this-is-fox-speaking]

drawing some maskless scarab rn. watch out.

[intoanotherworld23]

Peaches And Cream

Summary: Joel loves the taste of you, and you love being his favorite dessert

Warnings: explicit sexual content, mature themes, overstimulation, fingering, oral sex, slightly dom Joel, submissive reader, implied sex, praise kink, dirty talk

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Hall Of Hunks

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Feeling absolutely reduced to a hot and sweaty mess as you laid underneath Joel. Who was staring at your disheveled face. A look of pride written across his face as your body trembled around him.

“I’ve never seen you cum so much sweetheart.” Praising you as a hand covers your eyes in embarrassment. “You did so good for me baby.”

That powerful and mind blowing release had you almost in tears. Trying with all your might not to just cry in front of him. Feeling like that might weird him out a little bit. Since he could take tears as being in pain or discomfort, and then he would stop, and you didn’t want him to stop. Your body was feeling overwhelmed as it continued to shake underneath his fingertips.

“Let me see those pretty eyes.” His deep voice persuades you as your hands slowly moved away from your face to look up at his smirking one.

“Joel.” Whining his name as he snickers keeping his cock still absolutely still inside of you.

“Whadda you need pretty girl?” He teases feeling your cunt clenching around you making him groan.

Joel knew exactly what you wanted, but was still too shy to say anything to him. He always helped you ease your way into expressing what you wanted with him. Giving you a little bit without asking him, and then getting you to finally speak up. Carefully pulling out from your raw cunt your body jolting at the sensitivity from the sudden loss of him. Feeling his cum ooze out of your body his hand massaging your inner thigh soothingly.

“Fuck me baby girl look at you.” Watching as his liquid spilled out of you and trailed down between your cheeks. He was licking his lips wanting nothing more than to lick it all up, and taste how delicious you both were mixed. That’s exactly what he did too.

His hot mouth attaching to your puffy and still wet cunt. Hands reaching out to grip onto his hair as his tongue flicked back and forth on your clit. Back arching off the bed as he slurped away, hands gripping your inner knees as he kept them pushed apart so he had full and complete access to you. Body feeling like it was on fire as he thrusted his thick tongue inside of you. Rotating your hips around to feel more as his nose brushed against your clit.

“Oh god.” Crying out as your orgasm was already swiftly approaching still extremely sensitive from your previous release. Joel looking up at your remarkable expression unable to look anywhere else. Loving that he was the one in control feeling like he held all the power in your pleasure, and it made him feel like a god.

Reaching a hand over to your pelvis as his thumb started to rub circles on your nub. Your senses heightened and overwhelmed not knowing how much longer you were gonna be able to last. Joel could tell that you were fighting to keep going, and he knew what would help you reach the finish line.

“Tastes like peaches baby girl.” His low voice sends you over the edge as your body starts to crumble. Your ribcage rising and falling with each quick breath. Hands falling down to your side feeling loose and numb. Stomach trembling from the resounding orgasm you just experienced. Your battered cunt was so sore from being stretched and abused over and over again.

Feeling a pair of soft lips gently caressing your thighs and inner knees a trail of saliva being left behind. Sex was always amazing with Joel, but the one thing you loved just as much was the aftercare. His touch was always so gentle and comforting as he would help ease you through each orgasm.

“Fucked that pretty cunt so good, didn’t I?” His crude language had your thighs twitch, and you loved it all the same. Joel already knew the answer to the question, but he loved the reactions you would give him just for saying certain words.

“So proud of you my sweet peach.” His nickname had you smiling as Joel pulled you into his arms and laid you on top of his warm body. Listening to the sound of his heart beating, and the rise and fall of his chest was easing you into a slumber like state. “I’m not done with you yet though baby girl.”

[skellys-selfships]

Cat and Mouse

{Author's note: I don't write like this often but, enjoy!! Husker alongside my lil self insert just brings me a ton of joy <3}

Taking in new residents was no easy feat, but none have bested the hotel's owner yet. Charlie Morningstar's shining optimism even convinced the newest patron that there was hope for redemption after all. She's seen sinners of all types and crimes, dealing with people who've taken the lives of others in cold blood has become a normality around the hotel. The newest guest being a former serial killer, taking the name of Malice now, they had a particular chaotic, harsh and rebellious attitude. However, beneath their sour surface, they wished that life could've been more, different from their short lived fate.

After Charlie gives Malice the basic introduction and tour of the hotel, she shows them to their room. They took no hesitation in immediately trying to fall the fuck asleep, slightly regretting even opening up to a complete stranger. Doubting wether this would even work, if this was just an overhyped, uneducated attempt at group therapy or not. They uncomfortably passed out in mere minutes. The next morning they kept a low profile, howerver it wasn't long until Charlie pulled them out of their anti-social bubble. They could only sigh in exasperation as Charlie took them by the hand, leading them to the bar nearby.

"Malice, I'd like to introduce you to someone! He's-......Well, he doesn't talk a lot but I think you two could learn to be-..."

Malice scoffs.

"Be more what?"

"Oh I meant nothing like that! It could help you to talk to someone, maybe someone you can relate to a bit!"

Malice sighs as Charlie excitedly pulls them up onto one of the nearby barstools. She leaned over the bar, kicking her heels as she reached over to the bartender, poking him on the shoulder. He turned around, sighing in annoyance as he furrowed his thick, feathery brows.

"Husker-"

"It's Husk. Whadda what?"

She gestured towards a very anxious Malice. They very obviously avoided eye contact, Husk being almost three times their height, looming over them, came as a bit of a surprise to Malice. They spun around in their seat as Charlie continued to coax Husk into conversation.

"Husk-......Since you're going out to restock some stuff here at the bar, why don't you take our newest resident with you? I'm sure it could be-"

He shook his head, interrupting her.

"You really pairing me up with the miniature butcher? Well shit, ain't I flattered?! The answer is no."

Malice began climbing off their seat, slightly hurt by his comment, they made it up in their mind that maybe this whole thing wasn't worth it. First proper day here and it's already shit. Maybe Malice could never repair the damage they caused in their former life. Just as they were leaving, they heard Charlie scold Husk, earning a frustrated groan from him. He slowly followed Malice, his tail and wings dragging behind him as he slouched over them. They started walking faster over to the stairs once they felt his presence above them. As Malice began climbing up the stairs, their ears flopped back in annoyance, even a little in disappointment. Malice squinted up at Husk as he shoved his way past them, blocking their path, he awkwardly leaned against the railing.

"Don't take it personally kiddo-"

"The name's Malice, and I'm not a kid, I'm 21....goddamn."

"21? Just that? Heh, ya got a lot of learning to do. Anyways, what I said back there-"

"Yeah. You don't gotta apologize for Charlie's sake, I don't need everyone to wanna be my fuckin' friend."

Husk sighs and runs his claws over his ears, shaking his head.

"If ya'd quit fucking interrupting me. Don't take it to heart, we've all done stupid shit to end up here. You're not better or worse than anyone here, okay?......Malice."

They look up at him, raising a brow, a smirk curls up their face. They couldn't help but stare at Husk for a moment, as intimidating as his height is, what's not to love? He's a large winged cat....

Snapping out of the trance they were caught in, Malice dryly chuckles. They squeeze their way by Husk, looking back at him with a softer stare.

"So....should I get my coat or not?"

He nods at them, only a hint of a smile spreading across his mouth as they ran up to their room. Husk steps back to the bottom of the stairs, taking a seat on the lower steps, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty for offending Malice. Then again, why should he care? They did horrible things in their past and think they can be redeemed....but they're striving to be better. Could they be better? Why did he suddenly give a shit about someone so quickly? He cupped his face in his hands, groaning in frustration and equally, confusion. Malice soon exiting their room, they slowly walked down to Husk, sitting next to him on the stairs.

"You ok, man?"

His ears perked up, a little confused. It's been a long time since he's heard a question like that. Such a small, simple question and yet it felt so refreshing. His heart felt as if it reactivated upon this question, that someone could genuinely care and be concerned. No, it couldn't be that. Not ever, especially not from someone he knew for only 5 minutes. Not a young, attractive person like Malice. It was just a question and nothing more.

"I'm fine, whatever. Let's just get going."

"You sure, big guy? I mean, we all aren't too ok, we're literally in Hell! But ya know, are you keepin' it together?"

He glanced down at them as the two left the hotel, their eyes were large, yet piercing and malevolent with such microscopic pupils. He couldn't get a read on what Malice's motives were and it slightly angered him. Why did they give a shit how he was feeling? What could they possibly want?

He led them to the car in front of the hotel. The car ride into the city wasn't nearly as awkward as the two feared it would be.

"Ey, Husk...how'd ya end up working for the hotel anyways?"

"Well, ya see...a little advice if you want me to do ANY kinda work, always include free booze."

He chuckled to himself as Malice shook their head.

"I mean, hey...I got no place no judge! I can bet ya that I can smoke more than you can drink, not something I'm too proud of but-"

"Is that a challenge?"

They squint up at him, smirking playfully. "You're a bit of an ass, y'know that? I like that about you."

And now it was awkward. Husk broke any eye contact he'd kept with Malice, keeping his eyes strictly on the road now. His ears shifting back, his breathing became a little hoarse after a moment. It's been a long time since someone's said they like ANYTHING about him, he just wasn't at all prepared to respond to a remark such as that. Malice looked up at him, a concerned glint in their eye.

"Hey uhhh.....sorry?"

"F-for what, kid?"

"Calling you an ass. I didn't mean it like th-"

"It's fine, you didn't say nothin' wrong."

Malice inched out of the car slowly as they stopped at their destination, staring at him, feeling a little embarrassed about actually getting friendly with him. They figured he was a bit more like them than he'd ever admit, that socializing wasn't his strongest suit. They tried not to let his deadpan responses drag down their mood too much. As the two went through a few of Hell's shabby markets, Malice tried their damnest to keep the conversation going between them and Husk. Something about him made them feel comfortable around him, he wasn't exactly friendly, but he didn't feel like a genuine threat. They couldn't help but feel a little bad for him, he's obviously out of his usual element.

"Sooooo....do you just work at the hotel or is the whole redemption thing on the table for you too?"

"Ehhh....Charlie says there's a chance for everyone here. I don't think so, for me anyways. But I gotta respect that girl's effort, dealing with me is enough, but all those other assholes ontop of that....sheesh."

"I don't think she's "dealing" with you dude, ya know that some people just.....give a shit? With no strings attached."

Husk could've shattered the bottle in his hand with how hard his grip clenched down on it. Malice could see they struck a nerve, he hissed through gritted teeth down to them.

"Yeah, sure. I'd pay to fuckin' see that."

"Okay, big guy....I don't wanna spill all my beans seein' as we barely know each other right now, but I had someone like that myself."

"And now you don't..."

They tried not to let his remark bother them, it was factual. What disturbed them more was the thought of him projecting his own feelings onto them, this guy has a LOT of issues, and hard as he's trying to just keep it together. He obviously needed someone to just talk to, it was a sentiment they could relate to, Husk seemed rough around the edges, and while he may doubt Malice's experience due to their youth. They were all the wiser when it came to getting a read on people, one of the many tricks they kept up their sleeve. Maybe they could crack this guy open and find a genuine friendship with him, could be a nice motivator to better themself. Killing two birds with one stone, maybe the two of them could find redemption with each other.

Malice began walking to another isle, leading Husk with them. Their tail swaying back and forth slowly as they tried to think of anything to say.

"Hey sooooooo....do you usually go on outings like this?"

"Eh, yeah. It's part of the job to keep shit on my end together."

"Ya ever, y'know? Fuck around?"

They mischievously smiled at him as his face scrunched up with a confused look.

"Do I wanna know what you mean-"

"I mean maybe we could have fun!"

"And what's your definition of fun?......"

Malice's eyes sparkled with a daring shimmer, their devilish grin stretching wider across their face. Husk's eye was caught by their expression, it was both chaotic and alluring. Something about the way their eyes widened, their long lashes fluttering about, made something deep within his chest spark a sense of warmth. Their laugh was abysmal, sounding similar to a paper shredder filled with shrapnel. And yet....the way their heart shaped nose scrunched up, the way their smile flashed their bucked teeth...was oddly charming. Their unhinged, mischievous joy felt so genuine, Husk couldn't fathom why they'd want to share their little moments of happiness with him out of anyone. Malice chuckled out a few words.

"Maybe we can fuck around! Nothing too extreme but ya know~.....piss around a little."

They ran off to another isle, Husk keeping a close eye on them as he cocked one brow to the side. Following Malice closely, he signed in exasperation at the sight of them teetering at the very top of a shelf, pulling the rusted cover off the ceiling vent. They turn around, smiling at him and squinting.

"Ya get up to the roof through here, jackass!"

He rolls his eyes, gesturing towards the door.

"Don't trouble yaself. C'mere."

Malice climbs down to him, the both of them leaving the store into the back alley. They look up towards Husk, tilting their head.

"Did you pay for ANY of that shit?!"

"Heh....nope."

"We're really on a straightforward path to redemption, ain't we?!"

The two head down the darkest corner of the alleyway, Husk looking up into the crimson light above the building. He knelt down, reaching out a hand towards Malice, his ears drooping down.

"I don't do this for ANYONE, okay? This stays between us...or I'll break your fuckin' neck, kid."

Malice takes his hand, he hoists them up closer to himself awkwardly, avoiding eye contact as he shifted his wings around. Taking flight into the, soon onto the roof, he let Malice back onto their feet, instantly turning his back to them, his wings fluttering and hiding his slouching frame. Malice pulls a cigarette from their pocket, lighting it as they sat next to him, taking a puff from the cigarette as they gazed up towards his deadpan face.

"Whadda ya mean you don't "do that" for everyone? Don't like bein' handsy?"

"I don't use these-.."

He flexes his wings, folding them neatly together behind himself, he holds out a hand, awaiting for Malice to offer him their cigarette.

"Why not? Kinda badass having big fuckin' wings, you can just-.....zizz all around, whenever ya want."

Their eyes soften as he sighs, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the red sunlight above.

"Not much has changed in terms of.....this. Not the kind to look twice at, y'know? Eh, why the fuck am I telling you this-"

"Heyyyyy, ey! The fuck you mean "not the kind to look twice at"?! You sayin' you ain't a motherfuckin' DIME-PIECE, boy?"

He slightly jumps back, his face scrunching up in disgust. Flicking the ashes off the cigarette, he quickly looks away from Malice, taking in another huff of smoke, mumbling to himself.

"Someone needs a pair of glasses...."

Malice snatched the cigarette from between Husk's claws, sitting all too close to him, they squinted at him.

"You're not kiddin' are ya? You actually think that?!"

He shrugs and steals the cigarette back, nonchalantly turning away, hoping to change the subject, he pulls the brim of his tophat over his face. Malice scoffs in disbelief, standing up to attempt reaching his height, they inched uncomfortably closer to him.

"Nah, nah-...you're actually tellin' me that you think you ain't a dimepiece?! Bull-fuckin'-shit!...."

He instantly snaps away in the opposite direction from Malice, nearly knocking over the bags of various booze bottles placed next to him, he desperately tried to keep his balance, but slipped from his seat a little. Malice couldn't help but snicker from the effect their remarks made on him, he definitely wasn't used to this kind of attention, and looked to be in an embarrassing amount of denial. Picking himself back up, he furrowed his brow, angrily pouting, his tail flicked from side to side as he grumbled in a low tone.

"Don't act fuckin' cute, doesn't suit ya."

"Aww you think I'm cute~?"

He groans in disgust, standing up and preparing to walk away, hissing back at Malice.

"Whatever it is you're trying, the answer is no."

Malice tilted their head, their tail wagging from side to side, their eyes following Husk's movement.

"Don't you wanna know why I wanted to come up here?"

He groaned, stumbling back to his seat, sighing heavily in frustration. He fumbled with his claws, looking away from Malice. He despreately wanted to make eye contact with them, but every nerve in his body told him it was a terrible idea. The two sat awkwardly in silence for a moment or two. Only for a moment up until Malice scooted closer to Husk, peering upwards, they waved their hand around in the air, gesturing towards the sky.

"Kinda weird ain't it? Look!.....no stars. No goddamn milky way, no Dippers, Orion's belt damn disappeared on me! Not a shitting star in sight..."

Husk moved a bit closer to them, peering upwards along with them, his face inched towards Malice. Unknowingly, the fluff at the side of his face brushed up against Malice's ear, their large ear beginning to twitch and flap around startled him.

"Ah-....shit, my bad-"

"Oh, it's whatevs, man! Heh, you're lost in the sauce, eh?"

His lip curls into a snarl as he backs away, his eyes returning to viewing the deep rosy skies. Malice leans their head against his shoulder, sighing in wonder."Little stuff you take for granted you kinda end up missing the most, eh?...."

For a while the two enjoyed the silence, Husk resting his head upon Malice's head subconsciously as the two gazed at the skies above....Deep inside, Husk could feel a strange sense of weakness, not completely unfamiliar, but a feeling he's been out of touch with for far too long. He wasn't fully even aware what he was feeling, but it was pleasant. Something about Malice's strange presence made him feel comfortable, not just around them, but comfortable in his own skin.

A feeling he almost forgot even existed. While the two weren't even going out of their way to make physical contact, the touch of another person felt warming, for once it was from someone not completely invading his privacy and personal space. This time it was different, natural.

"Umm...this is nice and all, but I think we should head back, Charlie's probably waiting on this shit-..."

Malice sprung up from their seat, awkwardly chucking as they stood up."Yeah, don't wanna look TOO suspicious, ya know? Know what I mean, eh?!"

The two exchanging a stiff glance, Malice wiggling their eyebrows in a jokingly seductive manner as they finger gunned in Husk's direction. Husk's brows furrowing as he scowled in discomfort. Malice laughing off his reaction, their ears flopping back.

"Oh I didn't mean-....we-...ok yeah, whatevs. Let's get goin'."

The two fumbled with the bags of various booze bottles in an uncomfortable silence. Husk staying completely silent on the short flight down from the building, Malice staring up at him every now and then on the walk back to the car. Everytime Husk felt the presence of their eyes upon him, he'd reluctantly glance down at them, Malice instantly looking away. It was hard for Malice to keep their eyes off Husk, they found him to be very easy on the eyes, but it felt like much more than that. They felt a warm sense of comfort around him, while he seemed to have such a hard exterior, nothing about him felt hostile. Quite the opposite in fact, as if he was in a constant state of self protection.The car ride back to the hotel shaped up to be quiet. Malice felt a little guilty for their one-off joke, they knew they meant nothing by it, but it made the energy between the two uncomfortable, just when things started sailing smoothly. They discreetly looked over to Husk, gathering any and all courage they could, Malice let out a heavy sigh.

"Hey, man....it was a dumbass joke back there, ok? I didn't mean nothin' by it, I swear, I.....sorry if it made shit weird for you."

They curled back up into their seat, a little moment of silence passing as Husk merely shrugged, mumbling in response.

"You're pretty straightforward ain't ya?"

Malice almost jumping out of their seat, scoffed.

"The fuck are you insinuating, you old cunt?!!"

They couldn't help but blush in embarrassment at his comment. Admittedly he was VERY attractive....but things can't move that fast. Can they?

Malice coiled up, scowling at Husk, he chuckled a little upon seeing their scrunched up expression. His eyes were soon fully caught by them, losing his concentration, he couldn't help but stare. Malice was noticeably petite, so tiny and yet so fearsome looking, so small he could probably hold them in their entirety just in one hand.His line of thoughts were cut short when Malice shouted fearfully, slapping Husk on the thigh with one hand, their other hand frantically pointing to the road ahead of the.

"Are you high? You looney toony fuck, are you tryin' to turn us into meat paste?!! Watch the road!"

His eyes snapped onto the road, his heart nearly popped as he quickly maneuverd the car back onto the road. His mind was wildly distracted, trying with every ounce of mental strength to not glance at Malice's hand still gripping his thigh. He tried to shake their hand away, after an attempt he stopped, both out of sudden panic and in slight hopes they just wanted their hand to rest there. As he neared the hotel, he avoided eye contact with Malice, hurrying out of the car, he rushed back into the hotel, Malice following closely behind. They tried to catch up to his speed, attempting to catch his attention.

"Hey, man-..what the matter with you? I'm not pissed at ya or anything! Why the mood swing?!"

As the two entered the hotel, he stopped in front of Malice. Groaning, rubbing his hand over his ears, he heavily sighed.

"Nothin', kiddo.....sorry for almost driving you into a brick wall."

Malice scoffed in confusion as he took his leave, heading to the bar. It was empty, just for now, he enjoyed these quieter moments he could have at the bar before more residents emerged from their rooms. He knew it wouldn't last long, but any time to himself he could manage to get was some semblance of peace. However it didn't feel the same this time, the quiet felt far more empty, being alone felt more....lonely. His mind was drawn to his moment with Malice earlier, sitting quietly, gazing at the skies. Nothing was said in that moment and nothing needed to be said. After a moment of pondering upon his confused mental state, Husk felt a little foolish for even wanting the company of another person, he'd always preferred being left alone, being able to do as he pleases unbothered. No matter what, everyone around him always pushed him to speak, to smile, to act more welcoming, to be something he just never felt like being. But Malice didn't ask any of those things from him. They just let him exist as he was.He couldn't understand it, Malice didn't even seem put off by his attitude, or presence. What could they want from him? He could feel himself growing frustrated even trying to rationalize it, his tail angrily flicking as his ears lay low in an annoyed stance.

Moments later, his ears perked back up as he spotted Malice creeping back into the bar. They struggled to climb upon one of the barstools, panting as they pulled their way up.

"Hey, you-.....you ok, man?"

He was a little shocked by the question. Why could anyone care if he was okay? Why would they ask, or care about his feelings? And most importantly, why did their concern make him feel so warm inside? He could only shrug nonchalantly in response.Malice diving in closer to him, giving him a firm hug. It came as a bit of a shock to Husk, but he didn't find himself recoiling, it was strangely enjoyable, comforting. He attempted to reciprocate Malice's advance, but his entire body stood stiff, his arms felt as if they had frozen. He stood still withing Malice's embrace, awkwardly looming over them. Malice chuckled softly, stretching their tiny arms around Husk, giving him a pat on the back.

"You're kinda weird, ya know that? I like it....I like your vibes, Husk. Catch ya later, tater?"

Malice grinned at Husk as they walked off, heading upstairs, giving him the finger guns as he stood completely still, still processing their touch. It was completely unexpected, yet it didn't feel overbearing.As the night dragged on, Husk could barely focus on his job. Everyone's overlapping voices at the bar were like white noise, none of it mattered, nothing happening as of now mattered. Much has mattered to him at all for such a long time. It was a strange wanting feeling that he slightly disgusted himself with for even thinking, but the temptation to keep peeking around, in hopes that he'd see Malice at the bar, burned into his mind. His thought welling up until he could feel his mind snap from how overwhelming the atmosphere was, coupled with the overthinking building up inside him. He stormed out of the bar, not saying a word to anyone, shoving his way into the nearby restroom, locking the door behind him. Only soon after he shut himself away, he heard a knock on the door, he hissed in frustration as Charlie called out to him.

"Husk? What's wrong...?"

"Everything."

He grumbled, keeping his back pressed up against the door. Charlie sat beside the door, speaking much more quietly to him through the door.

"Husk....c'mon- don't be a baby, use your words.."

"Stop giving me a reason to act like a baby, ya keep talkin' to me like I am one."

A long pause lay in the air before Husk began to speak again.

"Charlie, why did you wanna introduce Malice to me...?"

Charlie sat for a moment, collecting her thoughts before giving a response.

"Well...I think they're like you in some ways!....and they need to talk to people, YOU need to talk to people-"

She cut her own sentence short, taking a few seconds to think to herself before speaking up again.

"Husk? Did something happen between you two....?"

Husk shifted around, attempting a few times to speak, only to find himself stumbling over his own words. Charlie's worry only grew stronger as she coaxed the truth from him. After a few moments he managed to spit out a few words.

"It's-.....complicated. It doesn't fuckin' matter, kiddo..."

Charlie scoffing in response, she wasn't gonna let Husk shut her out, just as he seemed to be getting more comfortable at the hotel too! She partially felt at fault for even introducing Malice to him. She stayed pressed up against the door, determined to get to the bottom of Husk's frustrations, she's never been the type to leave anyone's side. Taking a deep breath, she patiently spoke out to Husk through the door.

"Ya know, Husker-...if any residents here bother my staff, my friends..that's something I can fix-"

With no hesitation, Husk interruped Charlie, in a slightly hurried manner of speech.

"NO-...it's not that. They ain't any bother, it's just....it's stupid, it's hopeless."

Something sparked in Charlie's eyes, she could instantly recognize the dread and neediness in Husk's voice, it certainly wasn't nearly as complicated as he made everything out to be. It took everything in her to not start giggling in excitement over this revelation. She almost ripped the door from the hinges in utter joy, standing up straight next to the door, slightly guffawing, she rhythmically tapped on the door, whispering to Husk.

"Oh my gosh- Husk! Does someone have a crush?!"

Nearly slamming his fist against the door, Husk instantly recoiled hearing those words. He felt a wave of anxiety and disgust with himself wash over his entire body, almost physically cringing at the thought of developing feelings for anyone, let alone Malice. He despreately tried to think of a response but everything went blank, he could only feel his entire face growing warm. Something inside him stirred as he began to stand.For the first time in a long time, Husk felt something in his heart. While the feeling entered his heart completely unannounced, he gave up trying to fight it, something inside his heart fluttered a little, his mind only allowing thoughts of Malice. The time he'd spent with them earlier that day, their touch, the peace between the two of them, their voice ringing through his mind. After a few seconds, his frustration faded, he attempted to speak, nearly feeling ashamed of the things he felt.

"It's-.....just not that simple."

Charlie tried to open the door, only for Husk to press it back close. In a now slightly worried tone, she whispered to him.

"Maybe you need to accept this. Maybe this is the chance you need, Husk.....just try."

Later that night, during the darkest hours, Husk could no longer sleep, his mind couldn't stay quiet no matter how much he longed for it to silence itself. All he could think about was Malice, every little thing about them. Awaking in a cold sweat, he tossed and turned in bed, until he could stand it no longer. Wandering out of his resting place, he noticed a sliver of light shining beneath the door to Malice's room. His ears instinctively perked up, only for him to mentally scold himself for even feeling excited. He stopped in his tracks knowing he couldn't just enter. He needed a damn good reason, and maybe needed to put himself together a little more, he looked and equally felt like a mess. He quietly raced back to his room, frantically searching for something even halfway decent to wear. He threw on the robe he found hanging on the door, as he pulled his wings through the holes in the back, he nearly knocked over his bedside table due to how finicky his wings were in that very moment. Rushing over to the nearest mirror, he combed his claws through his facial fur, he remained unhappy with his own appearance still, but was in too much of a rush to fully care.

He knew he couldn't come empty handed, rummaging through his bedside table, he took the nearest stack of cards and his pack of cigarettes subconsciously. As he once again stood near Malice's door, he took a few deep breaths, convincing himself he had some sense of confidence left within him before knocking. Much to his surprise, his knocks earned an instant response, the door flinging open, Malice standing in the doorway with a deranged smile upon their face. Slightly startled by their uncanny expression, Husk slightly jerked away in the opposite direction, Malice chuckling in response to his reaction.

"What are you doin' up so late, hmmm? Are there monsters under your bed?"

They jokingly questioned in a sing-songy tone. Inviting Husk into their room, they rose a brow as he walked by them. Following close behind, they flopped down onto the nearby sofa. Extending an arm and patting the empty half of the sofa next to them, Malice teasingly shook their brows up and down. Husk slightly recoiled at the suggestive expression on their face before they burst out giggling.

"I'm only fuckin' with ya! Come sit down-....Gotta say though, ya look snazzy!"

Husk sat stiffly, groping his pocket, making sure the contents inside didn't drop out. Being this close to Malice brought him great ease and yet an underlying sense of anxiety, his own thoughts they brought about were nothing short of terrifying but he never wanted this feeling to end. It was his new addiction. His heart felt as if it could burst, as Malice inched closer to him, he felt the tingling sensation of his own purr rumbling in his throat. As Malice slid next to him, a purr escaped from him, it was clear they heard it, but didn't react noticbly. His breath grew shaky as they leaned on his shoulder, smiling while staring right into his eyes.

"Sooooo, ya come here often?"

Malice snickered, Husk knew they were catching onto his nervousness. He frantically grabbed the items in his pocket, hoping he could distract them from the obvious redness in his face.

"Actually I-....well. I think we got off to a weird fuckin' start today and um, I was thinking...."

He pulled two cigarettes from the box in his pocket, waving one at Malice.

"Maybe we can at least end the night off on a less than weird note..."

Malice rose their brows as they snatched one of the cigarettes from between Husk's claws. Grabbing a lighter from the bowl full of various keys and items that was placed upon the coffee table, Malice lit both their cigarettes. Taking a few puffs, Husk spoke more quietly to Malice.

"Ya know, kiddo...I used to dabble in magic?"

He groped the cards in his pocket, nervously chuckling. Much to his surprise, Malice's eyes widened with wonder, their genuine interest struck him straight through the heart like nothing else. A soft, genuine smile spread across Husk's flushed face as he gestured to Malice. Offering for them to pick any card of their own choosing. Malice winking playfully as they pulled a card from the deck.

"I kinda like this one, reminds me of you....an absolute Ace-"

Husk couldn't help but let a raspy giggle slip out, instantly regretting it. Malice reciprocating his response with a smirk. Husk hesitating for a second before reaching out for their chosen card, the cigarette nearly dropping from his mouth as the two held eye contact for just a moment.Husk finally breaking their pleasant eye contact, he shuffles the deck of cards, and begins flipping through them all.

"See ya card anywhere, doll?"

Malice's eyes scanning over each card, unable to find the same Ace they picked out. Their brows furrowing in confusion and yet their eyes sparkled with awe.

"How'd ya do that?!"

Husk merely shook his head, tapping the ashes off of his cigarette in the ashtray on the nearby table. He smiled smugly as he snagged a card from that was neatly sitting in one of Malice's ears. Malice scoffed, playfully swatting at Husk's hand as he held the card in front of them.

He whispered to them with a faint note of pride in his voice.

"This yours?"

Malice giggling, as smoke shot out from their nose, they reach up to pat Husk on the shoulder.

"That's some good shit, my guy. I ain't ever seen a real magician!"

As Malice peered up, smiling at Husk, he let slip a soft gasp. Their face was so close to his, so close, so inviting. He hadn't felt this bundle of emotions well up in his chest, bleeding from all edges of his heart, not since he was a young man. Every part of his heart and what remained of his demon soul told him to lean in further, steal a kiss. His mind fought back the urge, too much could go wrong he kept telling himself. And yet...he couldn't keep his eyes off Malice's lips. Their glossy black lipstick upon their small, pouty lips, their wiggling, heart-shaped nose, their glassy, minty colored eyes, shining and sparkling. His entire body craved their touch, to be this close for the rest of his eternity in Hell. His face found itself nearing them, his breath growing heavy, nothing else mattered. His whole body stood completely still, the two had their foreheads pressed against each other. His eyes remained half lidded. Malice softly chuckles, nudging their head against his.

"Ya know....cats rub their heads on stuff to mark it?"

Husk's eyes widened as he sprung back, his face scrunching up as his cheeks nearly glowed red. Malice only giggling in response to his reaction. Husk fumbling with his stack of cards, stubbed his cigarette out on the nearby ashtray. Avoiding any eye contact, he began to storm out of Malice's room, covering his own face partially. Malice springing up after him with no hesitation, they peered up to him with a concerned glare. Husk grunting in frustration as he attempted to exit Malice's room. Malice gripped onto Husk's robe, looking up at him with pleading eyes, they muttered.

"Ain't ya even gonna say good night...?"

Husk grumbled, rolling his eyes, he leaned in towards Malice. Awkwardly putting his arm around them, patting them on the back, he mumbled.

"Ehh, whatever. See ya around, don't make a big thing outta it..."

Malice pulls him into a proper hug, fully embracing him as he sighed. After only a moment they released him from their miniature clutches, playfully waving to him as they shut their door. Husk's mind was restless the whole time he walked back to his room, attempting to sleep once again. He lay awake, considering the stream of thoughts currently plaguing his mind, until he could no longer bare to keep his eyes open.

The morning after, trying to ignore any past events, Husk went about his work at the bar as normal. Avoiding any eye contact or conversations with anyone, up until Charlie approached him, pointing out his behavior. He only responded in a few grunts before turning his back. Only to be startled seconds later after Charlie's departure, Malice took a seat near the bar, flicking their tail tauntingly. Husk's eyes shifted back and forth awkwardly, Malice tapping their nails upon the bar.

"So....Last night was interesting. One-timer, ooorrrrr.....?"

Malice grinned, a hint of anxiety behind their glowing fangs. Husk's tail twitched as his eyes fixed upon Malice's expression.The air was thickened with tension, only followed by silence. Husk sat upon the barstool next to Malice, lifting his wings around himself, seeming to hide away next to them. Pouring himself and Malice a drink, Husk's eyes darted back and forth, drumming his claws upon the bar as he inched closer to Malice. Completely avoiding eye contact, Husk's ears drooped as he managed to choke out a few words.

"It doesn't have to be a one-time thing....If that's fine with you."

He turned away, clearly hiding an anxious smile, his claws scraping against his glass. Malice softly nudged his shoulder, taking a swig of their drink, their hand met his, the two subtly intertwining fingers.

Husk cracking a slight smile, glanced down at Malice, earning an ear-to-ear wide grin from them, he quietly muttered to them.

"Does tonight sound alright?"

Taking Malice under his wing, the two continued to down their drinks, in the peace of each other's company.

❤️💚

[bodhranwriting]

A Rivalry for the Ages: Talas vs Sixsmith (Tocktick, Bodhrán M.)

Talas tapped his fingers against the nearest glass canister, “Like this beauty.”

“Beauty?” The incredulity was obvious even to Emmett.

Talas’ eyes narrowed and he deliberately turned his head away. “She is a miracle of modern engineering. This beauty will get this hunk of wood flying again.”

The room temperature plummeted from merely ‘icy’ to ‘Arctic ocean floor’.

“Hunk of wood.”

“She’s running so smoothly now, Emmett, you should hear her, she’s as clean as a fucking whistle.”

“The Iris is not a hunk of wood.”

“I think you will see a fucking noticeable difference in how she runs,” Talas went on with what appeared to be suicidal cheeriness, “And the filter is distilling the excess steam down to practically nothing. We may need to fix up the vent outside though.”

“My ship is not a hunk of wood.”

Emmett grabbed Sixsmith’s sleeve and tugged him backwards. If these two were cats, their fur would have been on end.

Fuck this.

He caught Maia’s gaze and – beyond the spark of pain – saw her look heavenward and mutter something.

It looked like, ‘men!’.

“C’mon, Six, I’ll show you your workroom,” Emmett said loudly. He nodded at Maia, who shrugged helplessly, and then added, “If you don’t mind, Talas, we’ll join you for dinner in an hour or so.”

He saw Maia turn a steely gaze on Talas as he hustled Sixsmith out of the room and down into below decks proper.

He didn’t let go until the doors were safely closed behind them.

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“It is so smooth,” Talas said in wonderment, “We were just cutting through the sky.”

“Yep, the wind goblins really blessed us,” Sixsmith replied gleefully.

Talas’ face twisted and he snapped, “No, it is because Maia and I worked for a week straight to make this hunk of wood sky worthy.”

“Blessed wind goblins,” Sixsmith repeated with infuriating cheeriness.

“Wind goblins are not real!”

Sixsmith grinned at him and dropped his voice to a whisper, “How do you know?”

“Because there are no pieces of folklore, no scientific studies, no proof that they are!”

“Maybe…” Sixsmith adopted an innocent expression which Emmett remembered with remarkable clarity, “… they’re just hidin' from you. 'cause you dun’t believe in the wind-goblins.”

“You mention wind-goblins one more time and I do not care that you are old, I will punch you in the face.” Talas was practically vibrating with fury.

Sighing, Sixsmith turned to lean on the railing. “You’ve got no romance in your soul, Tally.”

“Do not call me Tally! And there is no such thing as wind goblins!”

“Suit yourself.”

Face reddening, Talas grunted in frustration and stormed down the steps to the engine room. Sixsmith smirked.

Waiting until Talas was clearly out of earshot and the rest of the crew moved back to their tasks, Emmett sidled up to Sixsmith. Trying to keep his face neutral, he murmured, “You know wind goblins aren’t real, right?”

Sixsmith stared at him wide-eyed, all bewildered innocence.

Then he cackled.

“’Course,” he replied, “I’m just fuckin’ with him.”

———————-/

Sixsmith inhaled and then pointed at the balloon. “I could hit that,” he said confidently.

Talas rolled his eyes. “Oh, yes? Prove it.”

“I would if I had bullets –“

“Oh, that is convenient. You never do seem to have the bullets, do you –”

“Convenient? Tally, darlin’, d’you know how a gun works?”

“Probably better than you – and do not call me Tally –“

“Talas! Sixsmith!” Emmett threw up his hands and continued, “You’re both adults. So act like it.” They glared at him. “Please?”

There was some mutinous wordless acknowledgement from both, but as Emmett turned around, he heard:

“It’s a gun, Tally. It’s supposed to have bullets. Whadda ‘m I supposed to do? Throw it at someone’s head?”

“Throw it at your own. Then we all might have some peace –“

“I’ll crack both your heads together in a minute!” Emmett snapped. “Sixsmith, stop riling up Talas. Talas, stop rising to the bait. If not for me ‘cause I’m starting to feel like a schoolteacher, but for my kid. Set an example for Shade's sake.”

The fact the kid in question was watching the argument with the air of someone about to pull out snacks didn’t help.

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Emmett’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard. “Lady Dewitt was granted five nightguards by the Board! I’m asking for one!”

“The threats against Dewitt were very credible, Mr Askren.”

“I don’t doubt that.” He was shaking, forcing himself not to back down. Throgmorton was giving him a very sharp look and it was turning his legs to jelly. “But someone has already tried to assassinate the Katsaroses, damaged our ship, and threatened my eleven-year-old! For Shades sake, my pilot has nearly been kidnapped twice!”

“That one is not a problem,” he heard Talas mutter from behind him, “all we have to do is wait the hour it will take them to return him.”

——————————/

“The ball is vital.” Talas said, biting a hangnail. “And if you do not know the correct courtesy, things could go very badly for us.”

“Worse than they are already?” Scarlett asked dryly.

“Much worse. I know what to expect at these events. If possible, I suggest you do as I do.”

Sixsmith scrunched up his nose. “Well, if you provide the stick, I’ll try to shove it up me arse, but I dun’t think I’ll get very far.”

“Fuck you.”

“Thank you very much, you’re not me type.”

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[dxppercxdxver]

tagged by @technofinch in this lil tag game which i Did Do recently but whadda hell let’s do it again

last song: ‘johnny’ by american murder song :3

favorite color: the real answer is dark green but i also really love a good oxblood red

currently watching: once again this one Continues to be tricky given that i’m not watching much of anything? been bingeing some drawfee stream vods tho

sweet/savory/spicy: sweeeeet i love sweet sweet is my friend

relationship status: engaged to @firstmatedville!! attempting to get cute boy dancer boy to notice me!! we groovin!!

current obsession: uhhhhh. Maybe pulp musicals? but also it’s finals season so the only thing i have time to be obsessed with is ✨my grades✨

last thing you googled: fuck uhhhh. i started default browsing in incognito mode so it doesn’t have my history hold on. apparently i googled ‘amethyst star my little pony’ because neither i nor my suitemate could remember who the hell she was lmao

tagging: @natdrinkstea , @firstmatedville, @haijinks, and @nico-demons :3

[hells-wells]

Start Of Something New 4

The day after saving Mokuba, you and Tea are walking to school when she notices the bruises left from the previous day, and so do the rest of the gang. With Work placement coming up, everyone is excited to see where they'll end up.

With a surprise appearance from Seto that sets everyone's tongues wagging, what will your friends think?

Later on, Joey organizes for the gang to spend the night at the arcade, what surprises will follow?

Reader X Seto, Reader X Kaiba, Joey jealous X reader?

The timeline is between the end of Duelist Kingdom and Battle City

********** Please give any feedback, it's greatly appreciated!

“So, how did you get the bruises Y/n?” Tea eyed you suspiciously as you both walked past the school gates.

You nervously fidgeted with your hair “Umm… Ok, it’s not a big deal but I came across two guys that were about to hurt Mokuba in the city yesterday…” unwrapping your school blazer from your waist, you wore it, hoping it would cover some of the marks left. 

She stopped grabbing your shoulders “Mokuba?... As in Kaiba?!” You nodded “And you what decided to jump in and fight?!” She sighed heavily “I swear you’re more like Joey and Tristan sometimes.” Lightly touched your face “But you’re ok?”

You smiled “Yeah, I’m fine, Seto actually saved the day.”

You watched as her eyes practically popped out of her head “Whoa, whoa, wait… Kaiba helped you? I have a hard time imagining that.” you both continued to walk.

You let out a small laugh “To be fair Mokuba probably talked him into it.”

She continued to eye you suspiciously “Maybe…”

Yugi and Joey ran up and joined you, bringing the conversion to a stop.

“Hey” You smiled warmly.

“Whadda we miss? Anything Important?” Joey stopped in his tracks “What the fuck? Are you ok?!” He grabbed your face, pulling you in closer.

“I’m fine, really.” Shaking him off you continued to walk.

He continued to eye you “You’d tell us if someone hurt you?” You nodded in reply.

“We were just talking about career day.” Tea gave you a wink.

“Oh, what are guys signing up for?” Yugi asked.

You shrugged “I’m waiting to see what's available. What about you?”

“I’ll be working at my grandpa’s shop.” Not surprised at all you giggled. 

“Same” Joey jumped in the conversion. 

“I’m hoping for the dance studio” -Tea mused.

The sound of the bell rang as the group walked through the double doors, making their way to class, and patiently waiting for the assignments.

“Ok class, there’s been, ah, umm, change this year. I know there was a lot of interest in KaibaCorp but they’ve decided they’ll be choosing the students this year…” The room erupted “I know everyone is upset but there isn’t much we could do about it.” Even the teacher looked annoyed. The class broke out in confusion and annoyance.

“Boo!”

“That’s not fair!”

“But I wanted–”

Leaning towards you “What do you think happened?” Tea whispered.

You shrugged “I have no idea but guess I’m definitely not getting that assignment.” 

The teacher yelled over the raised voices “Everyone quiet down, we have an important guest!” everyone fell silent and you nearly fell out of your seat when Seto walked in.

What the fuck is happening right now?

You failed to hide the smile on your face, Joey noticed as he huffed next to you.

“Alright, listen up. I’ve gone through the applicants for KaibaCorp.” His eyes fell on you, he noticed the blush that was spreading across your face “Now, the amount of you who thought you were good enough for my company is laughable… There were only three students that might be worth having around.”

Everyone sat there dumbfounded 

Wonder who? 

“Make any mistakes and you’re gone, I expect nothing but the best… Zeke Snow, Oliver Thompson and… Y/n Y/l/n.” You felt like everyone’s eyes were on you now “Roland here will hand you the folders, I expect you to memorize everything.”

Roland handed them out, as he stopped at your desk “Miss Y/n, the starting information is also inside.”

You nodded “Thank you, Roland.” taking the folder you noticed everyone’s eyes were on you, especially his fan club.

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After class you all met up on the roof, Joey and Yugi were the first ones there.

“So, wanna tell us what that was all about?” Joey leaned on the wire, eyes glaring your way.

Letting out a sigh as you sat down next to them “I put my name down for a few different places.”

Yugi nodded and lightly gave “Yeah but, don’t you think it’s odd that Kaiba chose you? I mean, he’s not exactly our biggest fan…” 

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes  “Look, it’s probably a thank you…” They both looked confused, Tristan and Tea walked up behind you “I came across Mokuba yesterday and he nearly got hurt, I helped. That’s it.”

Joey leapt towards you “And that’s how you got hurt? For that rich boy?!”

Biting your lower lip, trying to stop your temper “For Mokuba, yes, but I’m fine. Ok, guys?”

“I still don’t like it,” Joey grumbled.

You were thankful when Tea jumped in “Well, no one is asking you. So drop it.” she sat down beside you.

Tristen stood next to Joey “They’re not wrong, Kaiba isn’t exactly known for being nice.” 

You groaned “Can we talk about anything else?”

Tea let out a small laugh “On the funny side, did you see his fan club faces? I thought they were about to scream!”

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As the day finished up you were walking home when you heard Joey call out for you, turning around he run up to you.

“Geez, I’ve only been call’n for ages.”

“Sorry, what’s up?

“Nah, was just think’n that we haven’t hung out in ages, so we were gonna head to the arcade tonight.”

You eyed him “Sounds like fun, what time?”

He smiled brightly “Say, 7.”

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The evening arrived, and you took a taxi to the arcade, walking towards the steps, you stopped to look up at the night sky. There was something about a full moon that you loved.

“Hey, up there!” Joey’s voice rang out.

You continued until you were standing next to him “Hey!... Are we the first ones here?”

“Ehhh, about that, Gramps needed Yugi for something, Tristan had to babysit and Tea’s working.” He sheepishly gave.

That struck you as odd but brushed it off “Ohhhh… Did you still want to?” You pointed at the building.

His hand pushed your lower back forward “Duh!” letting out a small laugh as both of you went in “Doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”

The two of you spent the night playing games, from laser tag to checking out the new duelling platform, taking photos in the photo booth, and only sitting down for something to eat. 

You were finishing off your fries when you noticed he was looking at you “Is there something on my face?”

Joey lightly blushed “Eh, nah… Was just think’n that tonight was fun.”

You let out a small laugh “It was, the remodel looks really good.”

You noticed he became a little awkward “D-did ya want the photos?” he held them up, waving them back and forth.

“How about we split them?” Taking them you rip the booth photos into twos, one each. 

[felikatze]

conned myself into thinking abt asgv again and by that i am also thinking abt how i STILL havent looked up anything abt asgv3 solely because i was so disappointed that it just timeskipped

since urgrhrh grits teeth. the ending of asgv2 was soooo perfect for further progression with gunvolt finally grieving and copen's whole shit but continuing on that would require More focus on copen as a major character when he ALREADY has his own spinoff and a gunvolt who's just kind of Content is difficult to work with

and like i GET the decision but the ending was so good and it had the fucking plot hook with qiao and nori!! whadda hell were they gonna do!!! and the shards of the muse and urgh. and then it's just Ye Distant Future and gunvolt's a ghost now.

and maybe that's hypocritical because "feli dont you fucking adore laix, which is also a timeskip au game" and like YES but laix is a spinoff and doesn't promise to continue the story of agsv at all and instead does its own separate thing. so it doesnt sting because i didnt EXPECT laix to continue this arc

yet laix has actually done a BETTER job at continuing where laix2 left off because it shows what copen at the end of his journey looks like and how his beliefs crystalized in fighting for the underdog, no matter who it might be, best seen in how he accepts Blade.

yet laix also doesnt TRULY deliver because copen in that setting is proven RIGHT in his hatred for adepts because of asimov's dogshit and I ALREADY TALKED ABOUT THE EUGENICS I ALREADY TALKED ABOUT THE EUGENICS. GODDAMN. WRAUGH. FUCK.

something something "if something is good it's good but if something is mid then it will stay with you forever"

what if i jsut fucking INVENT what happens next in those ideas i had for a laix2/asgv2 crossover where Ypsilon is Also There because guess what LAIX2 NEVER FINISHED HIS ARC EITHER HE JUST DIES OFFSCREEN OR WHATEVER.

Ypsilon my boy ypsilon justice for him. like he loves his mom so fucking much and keeps destroying himself for her only for hard mode to LITERALLY REPLACE HIM W THE PERSON SHE WANTS HIM TO BE INSTEAD.... i understand why creator copen shows up to give MC closure and they both move on together and it's cute yay but. what about like. yknow. the kid that MC left behind when she skedaddled into the afterlife. hello. even Null gets resurrected.

[galacticexevt]

OC Prompt/Ask

Hi guys! I know it has been a while since I have uploaded any works and it’s due to a few reasons: One of them being my college classes for the spring semester have startred up and I need to get my GPA up so I need to stay on top of my classes. The second reason simply being writers burn out, lmao. That being said, I haven’t stopped coming up with writing ideas and prompts, ya boy just needs to find that motivation again.

This prompt was given to me by an IRL friend of mine back in fall of last year- and while it is a bit different from what I normally write and share; considering I am on the aro/ace spectrum it was quite a challenge to think outside the box. While this short story is meant for kicks and giggles, there is a bit of truth to my IRL seld slipped into it as well. I had put this peice on the back burner for a while and it wasn’t until a rather….unpleasant interaction with a veiwer of mine that gave me the inspo to continue it, lmao.

I hope to finish up some other WIPS in the coming weeks, so please enjoy this story for now!

(PSA: Respect your fellow aces please and thank you.)

Prompt: What is your type?

My type? Whadda mean, My type? Like- blood type or somethin'? Why...exactly do you need to know that? Do you work for those weirdo Maelstrom scientists? Look, man, I don't even think I have a blood type- do you guys forget that I am not human or some shit? I thought the ears and the light show on my face would be a dead giveaway.

Wait, wait, you mean my type in other people? Wha-what kinda fucking question is that?! Why are ya'll so keen on learnin' about my personal life!? Huh?! First, it was that one guy askin' me about my dick size, and now this! Why are ya'll steady tryin' to get into my pants?!

Look, to be real with you, I ain't got the time to be thinkin' about that kinda stuff. I mean- between being a wanted fuckin' convict, a vengeful Maelstrom Captain hunting me down, and trying to keep up business at Kohren's shop, I don't really get a moment to sit down and ponder what gets my dick up, ya know?

Besides, have you seen the folks that live in The Slums? They...ain't my cup of tea to put it nicely. Trust me, this place is called The Slums for a reason, and the people here are no exception. If you ask me, I don't think having a 'type' exists here. The folks around here just go for whatever gets their rocks off and call it a day. Also, I wouldn't touch most people here with a ten-foot pole; unfortunately, basic hygiene is not the everyday standard.

Level with me here: is this somethin' you humans sit up and talk about in your spare time? Do you guys not believe in keepin' certain things to yourselves? Why would you want people to know that kinda shit about you anyways? That would just invite weirdos trying to be your type, and that sounds like a fucking shit show waiting to happen.

I don't know how to answer this one for ya, and I feel like I will let someone down regardless of how I respond or if I simply choose not to. But whatever! I will come clean. I am a little different than other folks; while you guys sit up and think about this stuff all day, this shit simply doesn't compute in my brain. It's never a pressin' thought for me- dontcha humans have a word for that? It's ace, right? Yeah, romance and intimacy ain't really my thing. I mean yeah, I have wants and needs like most folks do, but they... aren't that important- and I was born with two hands for a reason other than craftin' shit at Kohren's shop.

Now, answer me this, how the fuck do you have a type if you have never been with anyone? How does that shit make sense? How do you actually know what you like before you go out and experience it? Is it an exposure thing? I dunno how you human folk mingle with each other but all of this sounds complicated as fuck.

Ughh...fuck...why is this so hard to fucking answer? If I find people unappealing, you'd think it would be easy to pinpoint what I do find appealing.

Does it count if the type is human? Maybe this would be a hell of a lot easier if we took my birthplace out of the equation. Does that count? You know what? We are making it fucking count.

I guess, to keep it short and simple, I like masculine girls and feminine guys. Wha-what do you mean explain further?! What difference does it make if I explain?! It won't increase anyone's chances with me, even if they fit my descriptions! Aight, aight I'm dragin' this on too long.

I like girls with an unbreakable character- ones that don't take any shit, ya know? Someone with an unpredictable personality, one that keeps you on your toes- one that isn't afraid to test your limits and push your buttons.

If...I could be honest...I find it rather...uhm...attractive when girls are taller and have nice muscles- o-of course, it takes a lot of training a-and a proper diet to achieve a physique like that! D-don't mistake that for anything else!

And guys? I prefer when guys aren't afraid to be in touch with their feminine side. Ones who aren't afraid to be emotionally vulnerable can express themselves however they please. Oh- and he has to be clean; there are no exceptions what-so-fucking-ever. I have heard too many horror stories of male hygiene habits from Earth.

Aight, does that answer your question? Honestly, I don't get paid enough to care whether it does. It doesn't matter if someone fits these descriptions either; these are just superficial preferences, and like my old man tells me: "The heart wants what it wants." Or somethin' like that.

[angelamajiki]

Damn that Bully Dabi and Hawks fic was an amazing read! I love it when you write them full on bastard mode!

Pro Hero Bakugou sexually harassing his weak quirkless secretary who does her very best at her job. She's good at it but Bakugou always looks mad (read: sexually frustrated). High on success after a good rescue, he wants to celebrate....

OR

Cop Bakugou sees a pretty little thing outside a club. She looks sus so he decides she needs a pat down. Maybe he'll plant something to blackmail her into doing certain favors. Very bully, very bastard Bakugou.

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Bakugou x Secretary! Quirkless! AFAB! Reader

CW: yandere, dubcon/noncon, dirty talk, choking, cunnilingus, overstimulation, scumbage bakugou, use of the word rape, quirkless reader, size difference, age gap, death threats, sexual harrassment, bullying, mindbreak, masturbation, office sex

AN: I’ll probably write the cop Bakugo at some point too! For now, mind the tags and enjoy :)

They say to never meet your idols and in retrospect, you wished you would have listened.

Try as you might, it seemed like Mr. Dynamight was never satisfied with your work. Admittedly, you joined his agency as his office secretary based on having a crush on the pro, but you assumed his brash nature would calm down in an office setting. You did everything he asked, obediently followed his every word, which was all met with harsh glares and what you thought were dissatisfied grunts.

Surely you thought it wouldn't be about your being quirkless, but rumors were high strung in the office about the blonde’s feeling towards those without quirks. It would explain the harsh glares and judgment he passed on you despite your work effort.

The man even went as far as to ask for your personal phone number, only to leave scathing voicemails whenever you couldn't show up to work or miss out on work gatherings he put together. You couldn't help but flush at the thought of him missing your presence. Maybe you were just bad at reading his signals? Or maybe he was just hell-bent on bullying you more than the rest of the staff.

The job paid very well, so you couldn't exactly up and leave based on his behavior. However, you did notice how...handsy Mr. Dynamight has become with you. It was subtle at first, brushing shoulders in the hallways, letting his fingers ghost against yours when he handed you paperwork.

It soon escalated to always having a hand on your shoulder, holding your hips when he had to brush behind you, towering over you from behind your chair when you showed him something. You couldn't say that you weren't flattered, but his rough demeanor remained.

It started becoming uncomfortable when he made passes at you, making sure you were cornered and alone when he did.

“C’mon, am I really that fuckin’ intolerable that you can't get lunch with me, pipsqueak?”

You assumed that he was just messing with you, so you always turned him down with a flushed face and ran back to your desk, leaving him blue balled and more desperate by the day. There's no way a pro hero like him would actually be interested in someone quirkless and weak like yourself.

But that's the reason why he liked you anyway. So small, so weak, so obedient, so perfect for him to fuck up. God, if he didn't want just to rip your tiny pencil skirt to threads and spear you on his cock like no tomorrow. A pretty thing like yourself shouldn't be working. No, no, no. You should be at home, in his home in his bed with his ring on your finger. You belong to him, don't you see that?

Katsuki only ever gives you the time of day, not those other stupid bitches who crawl up his ass every morning trying to get a crumb of attention. And what do you do with his precious time? Waste it. Always whining about how you really shouldn't, that he shouldn't be seen with someone like you. As if he gives a fuck about what the media has to say.

He even checks up on you when you're not at work! Isn't he such a gentleman? Sure, he's a bit vulgar, but he's trying to show he cares. But if you want to act like a stuck-up bitch, then he’ll gladly treat you like one.

After a particularly tough fight with a villain, the blonde wanted nothing more than to use and abuse you to get some steam off his chest. It was late, but he prayed to whatever gods were out there that you were still in the office. He left you a voicemail for good measure, hoping that you would do what you always did best and stayed obedient for him.

It was locked up for the night, but he could see your office light on from the street. Perfect. Such a good girl for him. Little did he know that you stayed late quiet often.

You hadn't even seen his previous call come through; you were too busy listening to an old one with plenty of derogatory terms being spat your way. A hand shoved in your skirt, you couldn't help but finger yourself the sound of his voice calling you moronic for skipping out of work. Mr. Dynamight was your childhood crush after all, you had jerked off to plenty of interviews of him in the past. Sure, it was creepy but no one had to know. The older man was so big, so strong and handsome. You couldn't help but feel fuzzy from the voicemail, even if it was degrading you, it was for you alone.

Speak of the devil and he will appear.

“Well, shit. Whadda we have here, pipsqueak?”

A rough chuckle came from behind you as he pulled your desk chair out and swiveled towards him.

“Caught ya red-handed, huh? Who knew you were such a little slut for me.”

Taking the phone from your hand, he hung it up on the receiver and took your hand out of your panties. He snatched your fingers greedily in his mouth and sucked your wetness off of him.

“You know what, I’m feeling a bit hungry. And you taste like something in the vein of what I’m tryin’ to have for dinner.”

Katsuki devoured you in a hungry kiss, lifting you out of the chair and onto your desk. He tossed aside the papers messily and spread your legs to see your slick moistening your sheer tights and panties.

“Bend over and spread that fuckin’ pretty pussy for me, pipsqueak.”

You shook your head, already feeling humiliated enough by being caught with your pants down, literally.

“That wasn't a question, that was a command, you bratty bitch. What happened to your manners?”

God did his words stir something deep inside you. Waiting was no longer a priority; catching you like this was proof enough in his mind that you were just playing hard to get.

“You should consider yourself lucky that I want you to sit on my face, you know that? I have bitches trying to get on my dick every day, but it only gets hard for you, pipsqueak.”

“I-I thought you didn't like quirkless people!”

“It's all the more reason I want to be balls deep in your cunt right now. So weak and pathetic, it's fucking cute.”

You could feel yourself tighten around nothing just at his words. He was right, you were just a pathetic plaything for him. Not hesitating any longer, he ripped off your skirt and threw it behind the both of you. Your tights also got ripped to shreds, leaving you in your blouse and panties.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He muttered, mostly to himself as he took your panties off and pocketed them. For later, he thought.

Katsuki didn't hesitate to spit on your already wet cunt before diving into his meal. Each stroke of his tongue sent fire straight to your core, each suckle of his lips drew a whimper from your mouth. Hips bucked into his mouth before he held them down, using just one hand to cover your torso. So small and petite for him, how cute would you be up against his massive form.

“M-Mr. Dynamight!”

“Heh, so fuckin’ cute. Call me Katsuki, sweet thing. Or daddy, if you're nasty like that.”

Your hips were held taught against his face, not allowing you to squirm or inch away from his searing tongue fucking your hole. He continued to ravage you with his mouth, pulling away only a few times to give your pussy a nice spank. Groaning into your cunt, he stroked himself at the same time.

Humiliation had dissolved into pleasure as he serviced you, tears springing in your eyes as he gripped his head tightly with your hands and thighs. Having already masturbated before getting caught, it didn't take long for him to make you see stars and roll your eyes into the back of your head.

“K-Katsuki, I’m cumming!” You shouted, squirting onto his tongue as your body shook around his head. Your fingers threaded deeply into his hair and tugged as he continued to work his tongue into your hole, riding out your orgasm.

He didn't stop, though.

“Too much, it's too much!”

“I’ll stop when I’m finished, little girl.”

You tried to push his head away, but he gripped your wrists from under your legs and had you pinned against his mouth, shaking and screaming from overstimulation. Once he brought you another good nut, he pulled away and gave your clit a kiss, chuckling when you jumped.

Standing up, he pushed his mask up to pull his back and took his rock-hard cock from his pants. He spat on your dripping hole once again before lining up his fat head with it.

Katsuki hissed as he sank himself into your cunt, holding your hips in place as you whined and squirmed under him, still overly sensitive. God, were you gripping him in all the right ways. Your legs around his waist, your hands on his forearms, and your cunt around his cock.

“Relax, pipsqueak, or I’ll end up breaking you.” He chuckled. “But you might like that, huh?”

Seeing your teary, fucked out face while teasing you? He nearly jizzed himself on the spot. But he had to hold out for you. A choked gasp was all you could respond with as he got right in your face, breath tickling your cheeks as he looked in your eyes.

“Such a dirty slut, getting off to the sound of my voice. It's better in person, isn't it?”

“D-Daddy!”

Was all you could whine as his thumb made his way to your clit, drawing slow, gently circles with his roughed-up finger.

“Oi, oi, oi, did I break ya already, pipsqueak? Y’know, you coulda just asked for my cock like a good girl if you were gonna get this drunk off it.”

His hips slowly drew back, almost pulling out all the way before slamming back in, earning a squeal from you.

“Or maybe you wanted me to take you by force? Show ya what the fuck happens to quirkless little girls who tease their fuckin’ man so much that he just has to come and take their little cunt to show ‘em who’s boss, eh?”

You couldn't help but tighten around him from his words, squirming under his hot breath as he started to grind his hips up into yours slowly.

“Good girl, letting daddy rape your cunt so willingly.”

Katsuki chuckled, sealing a hot kiss on your mouth while he gripped your throat. His hips began to piston in and out of your pussy, thick veins grinding against your spongy walls.

His brutal kisses swallowed your moans and tears while he squeezed your throat. His other thumb continued to swipe against your clit in fast motions, causing your to clamp down and flutter against his thick cock.

“Shoulda known you were a whore from the start, wearing those skirts that hugged ya in all the right places. Bending over and letting me touch you how I pleased, it's like you wanted this to happen.”

The pace of his thrust increased as he started to chase his orgasm, holding your throat and hips down to use you like the hole he knew you were. He growled and snarled into your mouth as he choked you, even more, watching the blood flood to your face.

“Yeah, baby, I've got your life in my hands now. If you won't be mine, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Then nobody can have you.”

“Y-Yours! I’m yours!” You managed to gasp out, gripping his forearm and digging your nails into it, hoping he’ll let you up for air

“Damn straight, now cum for me, you quirkless little bitch.”

The haziness from the lack of air and the pleasure pooling in your gut sent you over the edge a third time, making you cry out his name as you came. Katsuki was right behind you, eyes screwed shut and practically foaming at the mouth as he came deep inside you, finally letting you breathe once he finished himself off.

You sputtered and coughed, desperate to fill your lungs with air as he pushed some stray hairs out of your face.

“Ya did good, pipsqueak.”

He praised, giving your ass a spank before pulling out and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“You’re coming home with me, so don't worry about the mess.”

“By the way, you're fired.”

TAG LIST: @tomurasprincess @suzuki-violin-school @sightoru @alrunemara

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine being a brat to Benn part 2

Part one

Requested by @missbeckman

In your shared chambers

Benn: *throws you on the bed* you just had to cause trouble *gets on top of you* you know I was having a very good day, until you decided to be a brat. *Starts to pull off your shirt*

You: *flips him over onto his back and gets on top of him* let me make it up to you

Benn: *now breathless and frustrated* make it up to me! Oh, make it up to me.... Wait whadda mean make it up to me? How? *Eyes you suspiciously*

You: you'll see

A few whatever later

Benn: oh fuck *gasps and grabs a fist full of your hair and chokes you in the process*

You: *pulls away from sucking him off and glares at him*

Benn: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't stop.

You: *grins* who's being the brat now?

Benn: still you *guides your mouth back*

You: *continues your endeavors and you use "the finger" trick on him*

Benn: *to stop himself from moaning he slams his fist into the wall next to him so hard he knocks the board out of the wall*

Meanwhile in the lounge

Yassop: you think I should grow a mustache?

Shanks: oh yeah man, it'll look cool

Yassop: *doesn't believe him* you think?

Shanks: totally- *gets interrupted when a board from the wall on the other side of the room is launched their way* stop knocking holes in my ship!

Benn: sorry boss!

Yassop and Shanks: *can only see Benn and the top of your head*

You: *giggles and deep throats him*

Benn: *moans loudly and lewdly as he cums*

Shanks: *impressed*...

Yassop: *jealous* ...

You: *swallows him down and pulls away to give him an evil smirk*

Benn: *confused*

Shanks: *whistles and claps* damn (y/n), Benn didn't tell me you could give head like that

Benn: *flustered* because I'm not a tactless oaf, who brags about his partner to his friends like that!

Shanks: I'll take whatever he's having, (y/n).

Benn: over my dead body!

Shanks: *pouts * you really are becoming a stingy old man

Benn: what'd you say!

Shanks: *flees*

Benn: Come here! *Tries to climb through the gap in the wall but gets stuck* (y/n) help me get out of here so I can beat his ass!

You: *slaps his ass instead*

Benn: (y/n)! I mean it!

You: hmm I quite like you in this position *gropes his ass* remind me to buy a strap on when we're on the next island

Benn: no, you leave my butt hole alone

Yassop: you can play with my mine (y/n), since he won't let you play with his.

You: *leans down to Benn's ear and whispers* I loosened the nails in the board.

Benn: *realizes this was all one of your bratty tricks* fuck all of you.

[palbabor-writes]

I’m on the Dabi side of Tumblr again might as well contribute to it with my filthy mind! Let’s give that burnt sexy bastard some nsfw head cannons of him having a thicc s/o that throws back the bullshit he gives her and also edges him before he loses it on her. Give him a taste of his own medicine 😌

ooooh. hi. you’re speaking my language, nonnie.

one disgruntled villain, extra crispy & hold the sauce, coming right up

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, handjobs, edging, overstimulation, derogatory language, degradation, femdom

You’ve been meaning to fix that lock

Who are you kidding? 

Even if you fixed it, he’d still find a way to get in

His unnaturally warm hands are cupping and pressing at your curves

Dipping into soft skin and tweaking, pinching, pulling

As he passes, his staples snag on your shirt and you turn, already grumbling

“Stop. That’ll be the fifth one you’ve fucked up this month.”

“Shut it,” he groans, rutting his clothed hips against your ass, hissing as your thighs split for him, ripe and wanting

You wriggle out from under his arms, sealing your tacky, slicked, legs together. Denying him and ignoring the throb that your pussy makes when you catch sight of his eyes

They’re so goddamn pretty

You hate it

Yeah, you hate, hate, hate that cerulean 

It’s otherworldly, it’s flickering, sharp, unrelenting and you despise the power those haunting irises grant him 

The power they grant him over you

God, even now, you can’t help but reach for him

Your fingers tangle in the lapels of his tattered jacket 

Yanking him to your parted mouth

His mismatched lips drag and scrape and you suck hungrily at the battered flesh

“You’re not supposed to be here, Dabi. I told you to stop doing this. I told you I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”

“You- mmm- fuck you. What a pretty little liar you are. You like it. You like that I wanna’ touch you. That I can’t get enough of this...fuck–’ 

‘This juicy skin of yours. You’re so fucking soft and you’re such a slut for me. I bet if I tweaked your clit, you’d cum all over my hand. Yeah, you fucking like this. Why lie?” 

Your teeth nip at his broken, burnt, skin and he grunts, his hands bracketing around your hips, kneading the opulent flesh as he gets a good purchase, tumbling you forward

Perched on his lap, your hips automatically grind down, tucking that hardness you find against your panties, passing the chilly, dampened, fabric along your clit 

“Look at you,” Dabi taunts, leaning away from your shining lips, his teeth gleaming. “Such a hot little bitch. Just say you want my cock, doll. I might– ah. Oh– you fucking little cunt. Don’t– mmm–”

Your fingers have skillfully unhooked that double pronged belt he likes to wear and your hand is already slinking downward, under the elastic of his boxers, squeezing the scalding heat of his cock

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t quite catch that last thing you said,” you scoff, watching as his face contorts into a snarl, his hips bucking into your palm

“Awe, and I thought I was the slut? But wait, what’s this...” 

You slide the top of his pants down, lifting the heavy length of him free, admiring how the moonlight catches against his flushed cock

The gleam of his piercings are brightened by the precum that you’ve extracted from his reddened tip

It slips down the steps of his Jacob’s ladder, pausing on each rung before gliding to the next, helped along by your bobbing hand

You lick your lips at the sight of him and you arch a brow at his parted mouth and flushed face

“Look at that,” you breathe, sumptuous thighs lifting from him. “Does that feel good? Do you like when I stroke your needy dick? Hmm? Come on, Dabi. Talk to me. It’s not like you to be at a loss for words. To be so fucking speechless.” 

He growls when you lean closer, your lips tracing along the outline of his upper ear, tongue lapping along the metal he’s pierced into his mottled skin

“Bitch,” he flings, his voice catching in his throat. “You’re gonna regret this. When I– ooh. Fuck, fuck. Do that again. You– ah– yesss.”

Your fingernail has wiggled under the curve of his Prince Albert ball and you give the warm metal a sharp jerk

Dabi’s hips follow the movement and a fresh line of precum bubbles from his slit

It’s hot, too hot

But you’re used to these overheated states of his and you only let out a tiny hiss as it scalds the top of your hand, gooey and trailing

Using the extra lubrication he’s so generously provided, you return to those loose, lazy, not enough, tugs. Ignoring his sputtering indignation 

“No. Fucking– No, (Y/N). That’s not...goddamn it...harder. Give me more, you selfish...fucking...”

“What?” you question, nuzzling your nose against the dip of his shoulder, lapping at the tiny expanse of clean, unburnt, skin you find, nestled under his clothes

“Whattt,” he mocks, head turning toward yours, butting against your temple and knocking you off his saliva dampened skin. “Stop acting fucking dumb. What a joke. I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re playing at. Trying to...trying...to...mmm...”

Your fingers are clutching at the base of his tip, squeezing until he’s a dark, swollen, red

Dabi’s head falls back and his booted feet brace into your mattress, trying to shove himself into that tight fist you’ve made

“Uh-uh. Not so fast,” you smirk, pleased that you’ve worked him into this bristling desperation. “I thought you wanted it a little harder? I’m only trying to give you what you want. After all, I’m just a dumb little slut, right? So whadda’ I know? If you’re wanting something a bit more specific, it looks like you better fucking ask, huh?”

“Fucking bitch. You fucking– I–I’ll make you wish you’d never done this. I’ll break you for this. Smash you to bits, like the trash you are. Ohh– fuck, doll. That’s it. That’s it. Yes. Such a good slut. My fucking slut. God, babe. Fuck, yes.”

Your teeth sink into the shivering bob of his neck and your hand has picked up the pace, slicking over his straining cock until all you can hear is his hitched breathing and the squelching pounding you’re exerting over him

He’s close

You know him well enough to feel that searing rise and throb of his length

He’s just about...yes...there

Once that heat hits the middle of your palm, you release him, scooting away from his writhing and arching form

Denying him that blaze of release

Oh, he lets out the most delicious, hurling, gasps for you

His cock, now neglected and so, so hard, fumbles out a tiny, premature, discharge of cum

It’s milky white and it stains those dark pants of his with a splattering of blank color

Dabi’s nose is winkled, a pale speck against the pink of his flushed skin

You bite your lip and wait, curling your legs, ignoring the quiver of your plush skin and lowering a hand to your soaking panties, edging the fabric aside to rub, easing that burn within you

His eyes flash open and they fix you with a rough glare as a wicked grin spreads his lips, cracking at those first few staples, revealing the puffy pink flesh that lies beneath 

“Oh, doll,” he whispers, hands already busy, shedding his jacket and shirt

The planes of his burn riddled skin are finally bared to you and suck in a low breath

Yes. This is always your favorite part of the show 

When he strips himself down, revealing calloused patches and jagged cuts

And now, thanks to your efforts, he looks more unhinged than usual

His eyes wide, that leering grin stretching as he looks you over

“You’ve done it now, hmm?” Dabi continues, kicking off his boots and pants

His hands are on you, seconds later, cupping, grabbing, sulking in your bounty

He’s not going to be gentle

You’ll likely be covered in small bites and burns for days, fuck, weeks, to come

But, oh, this is gonna be fun

Notes: <(￣︶￣)> 

[intoanotherworld23]

Got A Dirty Mouth

Summary: Joel has been testing out the sturdiness of his desk with you laid across it

Warnings: explicit content, mature themes, smut, overstimulation, fingering, female oral sex, slightly dom Joel, CEO Joel, submissive reader, implied sex, praise kink, dirty talk, public sex, multiple orgasms

A/N: if anyone wishes to be added to my Pedro/or Joel tag list please let me know and I’ll be happy to add you. Heart, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and supportive. Thanks! XOXO

Hall Of Hunks

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"I didn't tire you out already did I?" Joel huffed as he took a small step back at your exposed body sprawled across his mahogany desk. Covered in sweat your legs trembling as they hung over the edge. He has never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

"No sir." Shaking your head with a trembling voice as he continued to stare you down a look of pride across his face as he looked between your legs knowing he was the reason for your pleasure.

That powerful and mind blowing release had you almost in tears. Trying with all your might not to just cry in front of him. Feeling like that might weird him out a little bit. Since he could take tears as being in pain or discomfort, and then he would stop, and you didn't want him to stop. Your body was feeling overwhelmed as it continued to shake underneath his fingertip.

"Look at me pretty girl." His deep voice persuaded you as you opened your eyes to look into his dark ones.

"Joel." Whining as you moved your hips back and forth his cock still remaining hard inside of you. The words were stuck in the back of your throat, and you couldn’t quite speak plus your mouth was incredible dry.

"Whadda need baby girl?" Cocking his head to the side seeing the desperation written across your face.

Joel could sense you were struggling to find the right words. He was your boss after all and it would feel incredibly weird telling him you wanted more when he already gave you two mind blowing orgasms. Carefully pulling out from your raw and abused cunt. Your body jolting at the sensitivity from the sudden loss of him. Feeling a mixture of your cum and his oozing out of your body.

"D'ya want my fingers? Or my tongue baby?" His hand distracting you as he massaged your inner thighs softly. "Ahh you want my mouth on that sweet cunt."

Feeling your thighs twitch when he mentioned his mouth he knew what you wanted now. Smirking as he leaned forward to quickly peck your lips before moving down to his knees. The sight was extremely hot watching your boss get on the floor for you.

"Fuck look at me sweetheart." He growled as he was now face to face between your legs. Watching as his liquid dripped out of you licking his lips like a rabid animal about to devour its prey. He couldn't want to just taste how delicious both of you were. "Wanna see those pretty eyes look at me when I taste that cunt."

His hot mouth attaching to your puffy and still wet cunt. Hands reaching out to grip onto his hair as his tongue flicked back and forth on your clit. Back arching off the desk as he slurped away, hands gripping your inner knees as he kept them pushed apart so he had full and complete access to you. Body feeling like it was on fire as he thrusted his thick tongue inside of you. Rotating your hips around to feel more as his nose brushed against your clit.

"Oh god." Crying out as your orgasm was already swiftly approaching still extremely sensitive from your previous release. Joel looking up at your remarkable expression unable to look anywhere else. Loving that he was the one in control feeling like he held all the power in your pleasure, and it made him feel like a god.

At any moment someone from the office could walk by and hear what was going on. It terrified you but also turned you on to high heavens. Joel was the owner of his own company so it wasn't like you would get in trouble.

"Just like that." Fingers gripping onto his thick loose waves pulling as he groaned into your cunt loving the feeling of your hands on him. Hearing you cry out for him like that was enough motivation for him to get you to the finish line.

Reaching a hand over to your pelvis as his thumb started to rub circles on your nub. Your senses heightened and overwhelmed not knowing how much longer you were gonna be able to last. Joel could tell that you were fighting to keep going, maneuvering his tongue to suck on your puffy clit and that was it for you.

“That’s a good girl for me.” His low voice sends you right over the edge giving you such praise as well. Your body starting to crumble on the desk as your chest rise and fall with each breath you take. Hands falling down to the side slapping on the wood. Stomach trembling from the resounding orgasm you just experienced. Your battered cunt was so raw from being stretched and abused over and over again.

“Wanna taste that pretty cunt over and over.” His crude language had your thighs pressing together, and you loved it. You would have never thought he had a dirty mouth on him.

Feeling a soft pair of lips caressing your inner thighs down to your inner knees. Leaving a trail of saliva along your skin. It’s been a long time since someone’s been able to make you feel like that. Sex with Joel felt like you were walking on clouds.

“I don’t think I can feel my legs.” Speaking as he stood up chuckling at your limp body not moving an inch.

“I’m so proud of you for taking me so well.” Continuing his praise as your cheeks felt warm under his intense gaze. Pressing his body against yours you could feel how hard he still was. It sent a shiver down your spine that he wasn’t finished. “Let’s hope you can take me some more.”

[pussyhoundspock]

okay YES thank god you're on dsc s3.... outside of lower decks, specifically 3x01 and 3x02 are my favorite of the new treks so far. book is so so so fucking important... the first genuinely hot hunky guy in star trek history<3

also, im so pumped to get to complain about ash & the klingon politics. 1) very weird how we're supposed to root for starfleet establishing a puppet leader and shadow government???? ok girlboss 2) literally ash's continued existence using his same name AND same face is. um. literally would destabilize the entire galaxy if just one klingon/starfleet enemy saw him. and somehow he's just allowed to walk around...... whadda hell lol

literally the way section 31 is the CIA and we're supposed to?? be happy about that?? it's okay because it's a foreign government that mildly inconvenienced our main characters? literally okay girlboss. i've ALREADY talked about this but the fact that the war was 1) ~1 year only, 2) klingons has CONQUORED THE ENTIRE FEDERATION IN JUST NINE MONTHS (i don't even know if you can TRAVEL through the entire federation occupied space in nine months,,,) 3) the fact that the discovery then WINS THE WAR IN ONE DAY. insane.

okay AND ANOTHER THING?? the fact that our klingon war happy ending is a CIA coup that places fucking MOMMY MILKERS in charge?? we're HAPPY that starfleet is giving the klingons a mommykink to end the war??

also yes 3.01 and 3.02 have literally been the best of discovery so far DEVESTATED by book leaving (hopefully temporarily ...) at the end of 3.03. SPECIFICALLY 3.01 like again i literally cried when she swore in mr sahil im normal im so normal. the way i would like discovery season 3 if it was about that year and just featured michael book grudge and sahil as they started to rebuild hope in the federation and for michael to find the crew of discovery as the season 3 finale ...

[sparkbeast20]

Brutally Honest pt.2

Obey Me! Fanfic

"It's hard to forgive others, especially yourself"

Warning: Spoilers from Lesson 1-39, mention of death, violence, attempted Murder, blood, swearing, and so much angst.

"You sounded Familiar, Have we met?"

Luke: Solomon, come on we’re supped to be checking on MC!

Simeon: now, now patience Luke, we still have a couple of things to buy.

Luke: Simeon, you could have drop me off at House of Lamentation, while you and Solomon when shopping for potion class.

Simeon: I can’t leave you alone at House of Lamentation.

Luke: I won’t be alone, MC is there.

Solomon: I recall you have nightmare about that house.

Luke: bad dreams, they were “bad dreams”

Solomon: same thing…. Ah, Simeon we need venom of a komodo, the shop is around the corner.

Simeon: got, I’ll be back in second. *He walked off to the store*

Solomon: Oo… are those green Salamander tails... *he starts walking off to the vendor*

Luke: Solomon, where are you going…

Solomon: Give me a second, Luke.

Luke: and the demons call me a dog, Solomon should be the one a leash-

(New Voice): Pfft… Oh, I’m so sorry.

Luke: ah yeah that’s okay, I shouldn’t be in the middle of the street.

(New Voice): Middle of the street? Kid you’re barely a foot away of the sidewalk….

(New Voice): say, you’re an Angle, right?

Luke: that’s right.

(New Voice): what are you doing in Hell?

Solomon: You mean Devildom, Luke here is an exchange student from Celestial Realm.

Solomon approach Luke and a Mysterious Demon with cautions look on his eyes.

Solomon: Hi, I’m Solomon and one of the exchange students from the human world.

(New Voice): Really! So, you’re the “witty” sorcerer Solomon.

The demon offered his hand for a shake, Solomon is hesitant but eventually took his hand and shake it, in a spilt second Solomon notice a familiar mark on the demon wrist, but shrugged it off his eyes is tricking him.

Luke: wait, you’re a RAD student, right? How come I never seen you before?

(New Voice): I just got here.

Simeon: Luke, Solomon, I got the Venom… a hello, I’m Simeon.

(New Voice): Simeon the “angle of wrath” a pleasure meeting you.

Simeon: Excuse me? What did say?

(New Voice): Simeon the angle?

Simeon: ah my mistake.

(New Voice): No problem, I would love to continue are talk but really have to go, I’m supposed to be at RAD for a meeting.

Luke: if you want a fastest way to RAD, turn left at the third corner of this path and then follow the dark blue sidewalk, that are short cut.

(New Voice): Really! Jez you’re a life saver pup, thanks for the help, I hope we meet each other again.

As the demon followed Luke’s advice and ran down the path, once they didn’t see the demon anymore, Solomon and Simeon turn to each other and then look down at Luke who had a confuse look on his face.

Simeon: Did- did that demon called Luke a “pup”

Luke: ahh... He must be one of Mammon’s friend.

Solomon: and I definingly hear him say “Angle of wrath” to you Simeon.

Luke: umm….

Simeon: What is it, Luke?

Luke: I have this feeling that we need to check on MC now!

Solomon: I thought exactly, let’s go.

After 20 mins, the Purgatory Hall boys got to House of Lamentation and they stop dead in their tracks seeing that the doors of the house are wide open.

Solomon: Oh No!

Luke: Ahhh…. I know it! I know something was wrong!

Simeon: Come on!

The boys run towards the house, as they got inside, they spilt up to check if anyone was still inside and if MC is okay, about 10 mins Solomon found that Asmodeus, Satan and Twins rooms are open, while Simeon found that Mammon’s and Leviathan’s rooms are at a mess like someone was digging through their things, after a few mins Solomon and Simeon met at first floor.

Solomon: Asmo, Satan and the twins’ rooms are open but all of their things are seemed to be in tack.

Simeon: I can’t say the same thing to Mammon’s and Levi’s rooms.

Solomon: Should we check Lucifer’s room if they lock themselves in his roo-

Luke: SIMEON, SOLOMON! COME QUICK! I FOUND MC!

Simeon: LUKE WHERE YOU?

Luke: IN THE PLANETARIUM!

Solomon and Simeon ran as fast as they can, once they got to planetarium, they saw Luke in tears holding MC hand trying to wake them up next to the fountain.

Luke: pls. wake up!

Simeon: Luke, what happened?

Luke: Their head was almost at the water…. A-and I got them out b-but… Simeon, their cold!

Simeon: *rush over beside Luke and MC, he took of his gloves to check their temperature* No *he took a deep breath and try to keep his composure for Luke sack* Okay Luke, look at me go get some blankets.

Luke: O-okay *got up ran out of the room*

Solomon: How bad is it?

Simeon: Get ahold on any of the brothers!

Solomon: Alright.

Simeon: MC… can you hear me? Pls stay with us.

Solomon: *holding his phone next to his ear* Come Asmo, pick up!

Luke runs back to the room with blankets that he could carry with his tiny little arms.

Luke: Simeon, I got the Blankets.

Simeon: Good

As Luke pass the blankets to Simeon, he froze in place and screamed in fear as he pointed at MC chest.

Luke: THEIR BLEEDING!!!!!

Simeon: *looked down at MC* MC! No,no,no….

Solomon: Asmo it’s MC, they’re not waking up… Luke stays calm, and Simeon make sure that their body is warm… Come quick! *He ended the call*

Solomon: *walks toward Luke and held him* Luke, everything is going to be alright…. Okay, look at me, their going to be fine, Simeon and I will do whatever it takes to help them…. Okay!

Luke: *sobbing and wiping his tearing eyes* ahh…. Okay

Solomon: Come on, let go find the first aid kit.

The only thing that Luke can do, is nodded and grab Solomon hand as they walk out the room, not before Solomon turn his head to give Simeon a reinsurance look, as they left Simeon Look down at MC and shock to notice a bruise forming on their forehead.

Simeon: *whisper tune* MC…... what’s happening to you?

Simeon gesture his hand over MC bleeding chest, he cast a spell to stop the bleeding.

At the Kitchen (few mins later)

Solomon: found anything, down there? *As he checks the top cabinets*

Luke: no….

Solomon: Don’t worry we’ll find it…... Ha found it!

Luke: Really! Let’s get back to Simeon and-

All of a sudden, they hear the front doors of the house burst open, and hear a couple of pants and yelling, most noted able is Mammon calling out for MC, the two in the kitchen rush over to meet the brothers, once they got there Solomon and Luke were shock to see a familiar figure with brothers.

Beelzebub: Where should I put him down?

Satan: TO CERBERUS FUCKING JAWS!

Beelzebub: okay.

Belphegor: wait!

Beelzebub: huh?

Belphegor: I want to see it happen.

Mammon: Just throw him at the common room!

Beelzebub: Okay. *Quiet literally throw the demon to the common room*

(New Voice): Huhh…. *His forehead started bleed a little bit due to cut from Mammon’s punch and made worst by trauma his body had to endure by the hands of the brothers*

Belphegor: *in a spiteful tune* that’s what you fucking deserve.

Solomon: Why is he here?

Asmodeus: Long story Solomon, now where’s MC-

Simeon: FUCK!!!

All of them stiff at Simeon scream and cursing.

Lucifer: where is he?

Solomon: Simeon is healing MC at the planetarium-

Mammon: HEALING! *Without a second to waste he took the kit out of Solomon’s hands and run toward to the planetarium*

Lucifer: You two, keep are GUEST company until we get back, understand!

Solomon: understood.

Rest of the brothers followed Lucifer’s lead.

at the planetarium

Mammon: YER, Makin’ it worst!

Simeon: Mammon! I can’t concentrate with you hovering over me!

Mammon: Simeon! Look at them, there’s blood on their chest and now their head!

Simeon: *graining his teeth and trying to hold his temper* I can see that MAMMON!

Lucifer and the other just arrive but hear the two arguing with each other.

Lucifer: MAMMON!

Mammon: *He turn his head to look at Lucifer* What took you guys so long?

Lucifer: Let him, finish the spell.

Mammon: Fine.

After a few moments Simeon finish his spell.

Lucifer: *sigh then look at Simeon* How are they?

Simeon: *let out his own sigh* I stop the bleeding at their chest…... *heisted to continue* then all of a sudden out of nowhere a bruise appeared on the side of their forehead.

Satan: *walks over to Simeon and kneel on the other side of MC * Let me see what cause the injurie in their chest.

Simeon: Sure.

Satan grab and lifted MC shirt to see where the blood is coming from, his eyes widen then back away from the two.

Satan: That can’t be!

Asmodeus: What… what is it?

Satan: It-it’s my claw marks!

All of the brothers: What!!!!

Leviathan: W-wait a minute.... T-the cut on their head is same place that Mammon punch’s the demon we just met!

Satan: *took a closer look* It is!

Mammon: Whadda ya mean? T-that all this time, we’re been the ones who did this to MC because-

Lucifer: Their connected to the Demon.

A moment of silent.

Mammon: WHAT HAVE I DONE!!!

Lucifer: *grab Mammon’s shoulder* Keep calm, we didn’t know what type of connection that demon has with MC…… * pushed for a moment and let out a sigh* But we are going to find out!

Mammon: *look at Lucifer and nodded*

Lucifer: *nodded in return* Satan and Asmo, you two stay here, with Simeon, help him in any way you can.

Both nodded

Lucifer: and the rest of you, * turn to face the rest of his brothers* we’re going to have a chat with are Guest!

End of Part 2

Notes: I'm not good with putting warning on post like this. and my grammar is bad so apologies.

but I'm loving how the story is coming together, I am planning something for the "endings" so stay tune for more.

[hollandbaby]

roommates - t.h smut

a/n: um so i haven’t written in a long time pls be kind. this is just a 4.9k one shot based on how i’m feeling, sexually frustrated, but unfortunately I’m not in lockdown with tom so cannot have sex with him. also I’m tipsy. AND feedback is much appreciated

warnings; smut, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, choking, biting, scratching, super long intro

You had lived with your lifetime best friend, Tom, for just over a year now, alongside his best friends Harrison and Tuwaine and his younger brother Harry. There was never a dull moment in the house, even when Tom’s away filming the other boys provide just as much entertainment. You’re used to spending lots of time with the boys, but when it’s announced lockdown was in place, it took a toll on everyone. Tom is unable to work which is a benefit considering he’s allowed to actually rest finally, plus he’s around a lot more which is nice. Harrison is always practicing his juggling which is entertaining until he breaks your favourite lamp. Tuwaine and Harry tends to keep to themselves, mostly playing video games or working from home. But boy was the house becoming messy. 

“Alright, who’s underwear are these and why are they on the living room floor!?” You shout to the house, picking up the pants by the broom you had in your hand.

“Whadda they look like?” Shouts Harry, most likely on his laptop editing something.

“Grey Calvin’s but I know all of you own at least one pair so it’s not very helpful!”

You move to put them in the laundry basket by the washing machine, carrying on with your cleaning by sweeping the kitchen floor. Tom emerges from the bathroom, in just a pair of grey sweats and a towel wrapped around his neck, you try not to let yourself get distracted but it’s hard when you can see a single drop of water make its way down his toned, bronzed torso.

“Sorry, love, I think they may be mine,” he chuckles as he goes to fill the kettle for a cup of tea. He leans against the kitchen island, drying off his hair with his towel.

“What the fuck are they doing in the communal living room?” You ask, laughing as well. Living with boys may be hard sometimes due to the mess and the fact they’re all super dumb, but it’s so endearing and you have good times.

“I dunno, I probably threw them at one of the boys as a joke.” Tom giggles to himself but you roll your eyes.

“Well next time you throw your dirty laundry at someone pick it up after, doofus.” You chuckle, walking past Tom to head to your room for your wash bag before going for a shower. You turn the shower on and start to undress. You found yourself thinking about Tom, and the way he looked after his shower earlier, his wet curly hair all floppy and cute, water droplets falling onto his broad chest and toned abs. You’d never really thought about him sexually before, obviously he’s an attractive man and you’ve been close friends with him since you were kids, he knows you better than anyone, but you’d never realised just how hot he is. Maybe it was because you hadn’t had sex in over a month due to lockdown or maybe it’s because you’ve been able to spend more time with Tom recently, but there’s a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach that stretches all the way down to your core. You bite your lip, stepping under the hot water, steam filling the bathroom as you try to wash away your sins.

You’re cooking dinner for everyone, Harrison, Harry and Tuwaine playing some game in the living room and Tom is just watching, laughing along with them. Tom looks over the sofa to you, watching your movements for a second before getting up off the sofa and walking to the kitchen.

“Need any help, darlin’?” He asks, as you chop up some vegetables.

“You can chop up some onions with me?” You smile at him, and he gets a feeling in the pit of his stomach. You both continue chopping and cooking the meal, Tom drinking beer and you wine as you both dance around the kitchen and giggle and sing with each other. You call the boys into the dining area, serving up dinner and grabbing drinks for all the boys. As you turn from the fridge to place the beers on the counter, Tom is already stood behind you, making you jump. He grabs your waist to steady you, and you’re grateful you didn’t drop any of the bottles.

“Sorry, love,” he chuckles as your face heats up, a mixture of the fact Tom’s warm hands are still on your waist and you just had a close call to a very messy and classy clean up.

“S’okay, I’m just glad I didn’t drop any of these! The boys would kill me,” you pop open all the bottles, attempting to grab them along with your bottle of wine AND glass.

“Woah there, darling, I’ll grab those for you,” Tom takes three of the bottles from you, letting out a breathy laugh at your disgruntled facial expression, your bottom lip slightly jutted out and hair falling in your face.

“Thank you,” you smile and pick up your wine and glass, following Tom’s lead back to the table.

The boys are all chatting away, dishing up their dinners as you and Tom place their beers down in front of them.

“Thank you so much for cooking, Y/N, we’ll wash up.” Harrison says, smiling at you.

“Will we?” Tuwaine chimes in, looking confused.

“Bro shut up.” Harry says, you roll your eyes but you’re laughing alongside them.

“Well maybe after dinner, and after Haz, Harry and Tuwaine wash up, we can do something together?” You suggest, sipping your wine before munching some more.

“Sounds good. What did you have in mind?” Asks Tom, eager to spend some time with you.

“Well we could all play some card games or a board game?”

And that’s how you end up drunkenly giggling at 1AM over monopoly.

“How the fuck did I get go to jail again?!”

“Unlucky Baz man, looks like you’re in jail again,” you giggle, moving his figurine to the jail space.

“How are you doing so well at this game Y/N? It’s like you’re the monopoly mastermind,” Harrison asks, slurring the M’s slightly.

“I dunno man I used to play a lot with my family, plus it’s a game of chance.”

“Well it’s a fucking stupid game of chance,” Harry chimes in, pouting at the fact he has to miss a go.

“Shut up, dickhead, you love this game,” Tom grabs Harry by his shoulders and puts him in a headlock, ruffling his hair.

“Tom!” Harry exclaims, thrashing around. He kicks the board, knocking all the houses and hotels and cards everywhere.

“Harry!” shouts Harrison, clearly angry at the fact he’s lost his place and cannot for the life of him remember where it was.

“Oh my god you’re all idiots,” you laugh, Tuwaine exclaiming a “hey don’t put me in that category with them!”

You finish the last gulp of your wine before attempting to stand up to grab another bottle. You steady yourself on Tom’s shoulder before heading over to the fridge. You can feel his eyes on you as you pour yourself some more wine, but he quickly looks away when you turn back around. The lads are all laughing together on the floor, sipping beers and being stupid.

“What’re you all laughing at?” You ask, smiling, as you go to join them on the floor, Tom’s hand gently grabbing yours to help you sit.

“Harry’s suggesting we play never have I ever,” Tuwaine laughs.

“It wasn’t just me! Harrison suggested it I just said sure why not!”

“God you’re all a bunch of kids. Alright, are we playing or not?” You ask, getting confident from the booze.

“I know I suggested it but the room is spinning so much right now I think I’m gonna throw up,” Harrison states, hiccuping.

“Wow, good one genius. Alright, let’s get you to bed. Night all,” Tuwaine gets up, picking Haz up in the process and wrapping his arm around his waist, guiding Harrison to his room before making his way to his own.

“Aaaand I’d rather go to bed than stay up for whatever weird shit is gonna happen between you two,” Harry says standing up and chugging the rest of his beer, “peace out.”

“And then there were two,” Tom chuckles, starting to pack away the long forgotten monopoly board. You help him, placing pieces in their respective compartments and giggling with each other.

“So how about that game of never have I ever?” You ask biting your lip. You look at Tom to find he’s already looking at you, cheeks flushed and a curl falling into his face.

“Sure,” he chuckles breathily, “I’ll just grab another beer.” You smile to yourself as you watch Tom walk to the kitchen, biting your lower lip as you realise you shouldn’t be staring at his ass as he walks away. Tom returns to the living room, you’ve moved onto the sofa now, put some music on and your feet up on the coffee table in front of you. He plops down on the sofa next to you and smiles, taking a swig of his beer.

“Alright. Never have I ever pissed my pants from laughing,” Tom chuckles to himself as you slap his chest.

“That was ONE time and it was a TINY amount!” You huff, taking a swig of your drink. You smirk as you pull your legs up onto the sofa, turning to face Tom. “Never have I ever tried to impress a girl by doing a backflip but it ending up awfully badly and I broke my wrist.”

“For fucks sake,” Tom throws his head back and groans, taking a swig of his drink. “She still went on a date with me though, I assume out of pity. Okay, ummm, never have I ever had sex in a park.” He’s smirking this time, knowing full well you definitely had.

“I was 16 and fucking stupid. Guy was a douche anyway. Okay never have I ever, been walked in on.” You laugh at this one. Harrison loved telling the story of the time he walked in on Tom and some girl he’d brought home from a bar.

“For fucks sake, I wish everyone would stop bringing that one up.” He drinks, keeping eye contact with you. “Never have I ever had sex with a roommate,” he licks his lips, watching as you take another sip of your wine. “How’s that even happen?”

“You know the story, Tom, I had to move out because of how awkward it got.” You frown at him, these never have i evers we’re getting too real. “Okay, never have I ever had phone sex.” You watch Tom roll his eyes and take a swig of his beer.

“You mean to tell me you’ve never had phone sex?”

“No, what’s the point when I could just have sex with someone?”

“What if you’re far away from someone you’re dating and can’t go see them? I was working on set you know.”

“I know that! These are to try and get you drunk Mr Holland that’s the aim of the game,” you smile at him, “your turn.”

“Never have I ever,” he trails off, lips pursing as he thinks of one to say, “never have I ever had a threesome.”

You pause for a second, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinting wondering if he knew you’d had a threesome before or if he was just curious. Either way, you take a sip of your drink.

“Now, this I’ve got to hear,” Tom’s smirking, an eyebrow raised as he waits for the story.

“I thought you knew! Oh, god. So it was my first year of uni, I was fresh out of a bad relationship, exploring my options etc you know. I start having sex with this guy regularly, just causal stuff no feelings involved. One day he comes round, then this girl calls him and he asks if she can come for drinks too. Obviously I say yes because I’m already tipsy and open to anything. She comes round, we end up drinking 3 bottles of wine each and it just, happened.” You look to Tom, after taking a sip of your wine, your cheeks flushed but it’s nothing compared to the look of shock on Tom’s face. He’s aroused at the idea but he won’t let you know that. His mouth is agape, then he licks his lips and smirks.

“Wow who knew you were crazy like that?”

You slap his chest, “shut up! I bet you’ve been up to some crazy stuff. I’m surprised you’ve not had a threesome yet.”

“I’m not the type of man to share, darling.” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Besides, it was a foursome.”

“Ahhh and there it is.” You roll your eyes and smile, finishing off your drink. “Be a darling and grab my bottle from the fridge please, Tommy?” He tuts at your demand, nevertheless standing and going to grab your bottle. He grabs himself another beer too. You smile and thank him as he fills your glass, putting the bottle on the floor in case you need a refill. “I miss sex. That’s the worst part about all this shit.”

“Oh, totally agree. Stupid lockdown.” Tom sighs, sitting back down on the sofa next to you. You place your glass on the coffee table, turning to face Tom fully, resting your arm on the back of the sofa.

“What if we had sex?”

Tom spits his drink out, coughing and spluttering, getting his spat beer all over his white t shirt. “Shit. Um, what?”

“C’mon, we’re both adults with needs, it doesn’t have to be a big deal. Just a one time thing, a favour, to release all the sexual frustrations we’re both clearly experiencing since we don’t have dick or pussy on tap at the moment.” You pick your wine back up, taking a long swig before continuing. “I could just give you a blowie and we can go our separate ways.”

“Y/N, we live together. You said last time you did something like this it didn’t end well.”

“That was only a bad idea with my past roommate because he became obsessed with me after. Tom, we don’t have to do it it was just a suggestion.” You don’t know if it’s because the alcohol has given you a load of confidence or if it’s because you’ve not had sex in a long time but what you do know is that Tom is very attractive, especially when he runs his hand through his floppy curls, his white shirt tightening around his bicep. You lick your lips as your eyes rake up and down his body. You meet his brown eyes, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip.

“Conditions?”

“We can do whatever you want. My only condition is, we need a safe word. Actually, that and we probably shouldn’t tell the others what happened.”

“Agreed. Safe word can be pineapple.”

“Pineapple?” You laugh, leaning closer to Tom. You can smell his cologne, and it’s absolutely divine.

“I dunno. It was the first thing that came to mind.” He leans closer into you as well. “What’re you into?” His eyes flick to your lips and back up to your eyes.

“Hair pulling, biting, scratching, choking, spanking, call me babygirl or a good girl and I’m a goner. You?”

“Same, but call me Tommy or baby. Maybe daddy as well, depends how rough we’re going I guess.”

You put your glass back on the coffee table after finishing your wine, moving to straddle Tom’s lap. “Okay, Tommy, looks like we’re doing this.” You move in, testing the waters, eyes flickering between Tom’s and his lips. You can already feel the heat in your core and the wetness in your panties, your thin shorts barely protecting you from the feeling of Tom’s arousal in his grey sweats. He caves first, crashing his lips against yours and moving them oh so deliciously against your own. Your eyes instantly shut, your hands combing through his hair before gripping onto his brunette curls. Tom lets his empty bottle drop onto the sofa, long forgotten as his own hands move to your hips. His tongue experiments by licking your top lip, asking for entrance which you more than gladly grant him. Your tongue dances against his, your hips subconsciously grinding against his already hard cock. You let out a rough, breathy moan into his mouth, Tom’s hands moving to your ass, feeling the skin that your shorts don’t cover. He pulls back, panting and lips glossy and red.

“Your room or mine?”

“Whichever’s closest.” You kiss him again, letting out a slightly startled noise as he stands, picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, hands gripping onto his shoulders whilst his are gripping your ass. You peck his lips, kissing down his neck as he walks you to his room. It’s closest to the living room and nearest to the bathroom so it’s a win win for you. You open Tom’s door for him, he almost drops you when you do but luckily you grip back onto him, accidentally scratching his back. Tom lets out a hiss, but it’s not with pain, more so pleasure at the feeling of your nails digging into him. It makes him wonder how amazing your nails will feel scratching down his back while he’s fucking into you. He throws you on his bed, and you briefly note how clean and tidy his room is considering he’s so chaotic. Tom removes his (slightly damp with beer) shirt and is on top of you in an instant, his lips meeting yours again in a messy kiss, teeth and tongue in the mix. You wrap your legs around his waist, his hips grinding down into your own as your hands rake through his hair, tugging on tufts as you sloppily kiss. He pulls away, his lips moving down to your neck and nipping and sucking there. You let out a moan, your eyes rolling back as Tom’s mouth works wonders on you. Your hips buck up into his and his hand moves from the bed to your body, trailing down your neck and chest to the hem of your vest top, tugging on it as a signal for you to take it off. You listen, moving your arms down to the hem to rip your top off, Tom instantly moving down your body, his lips kissing your chest before his hand moves round to your back and unclasps your bra. He pulls it off you, his mouth making its way to your nipple as his eyes look up into yours. You scrunch your eyebrows in pleasure, biting your bottom lip as you moan lowly. You don’t even notice Tom’s hand trailing down your body until it reaches your clothed pussy, your hips instantly jerking up to meet his hand. A mixture of Tom’s tongue on your nipple and his fingers rubbing your clit through your shorts is giving you a feeling you’ve not felt in a while. Yes you’ve been getting yourself off but there’s something so different about someone else’s touch that feels so fucking amazing.

“Do you know how fucking hot you look in these shorts, baby? I’ve wanted to rip them off you all evening.” Tom moans out, he can feel your wetness through the material.

“Do it, then.” You smirk, but your breath is hoarse and raspy. You let out a gasp as Tom practically rips your shorts from your body, along with your underwear. He wastes no time moving down your body, lips leaving a wet trail of kisses on your scorching skin. Hiking your legs up so your feet are flat on the bed, he kisses your hips, then down your left thigh, as your hands make their way to his hair. Tom looks up into your eyes as he licks closer and closer to your wet pussy, his mouth hovering over you, causing you to grind your hips up in an attempt to meet his tongue. He finally ends the torturous teasing, gently licking his tongue through your folds and to your clit, you throw your head back and let out a soft ‘oh, fuck’. Tom’s fingers make their way up your body, gently teasing your nipple as his tongue massages your clit, your hips meeting his movements as you let out small, breathy moans.

“Fuck, Tom, fingers please,” your voice is broken and still raspy, but Tom makes eye contact with you again and the moan you let out is much louder than before. You throw your head back again, writhing against him.

“What do want, baby girl? Hm? Want my fingers inside you?” His breath is cool against your warm skin, his eyes searching for yours.

“Yes!” You attempt to buck your hips up again but Tom’s hands hold them in place.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please, daddy!” Your voice is broken and your attempt to keep quiet is ineffective. Tom moves his right hand from your hip, his tongue returning back to your clit as he slowly pumps a finger into you, curling it up to reach your g spot. He has you writhing beneath him, adding another fingers stretching you out as his tongue laps at your clit, your hands grip his hair as you grind against his mouth, breathy moans escaping your lips. You bite your lip as your eyes roll to the back of your head, you figured Tom would be good in bed but, god, he was so much better than you expected.

“I’m close, Tommy,” he all but growls into your pussy at the nickname, fingers picking up speed as he sucks on your clit gently. One of your hands flies up to your face, biting down on your arm to stop yourself from letting out an extremely loud moan as you cum. Tom slows his movements, helping you ride out your high. He removes his fingers from you, looking into your eyes as he licks them clean. You bite your lip and let out a soft groan at the sight of him, pulling him up to you so you can kiss his lips, allowing your tongue to massage his. You can taste yourself on him, only making you moan into his mouth as you kiss. You pull on his sweats, pushing them down his thighs along w his boxers. Tom pulls them the rest of the way off and you roll onto him, pinning him to the bed with your thighs. Your lips never leaving his in a sloppy, wet, tipsy kiss. You’re overwhelmed by his senses, his hot skin, his sexy scent, his soft curls and the way his teeth occasionally nibble on your bottom lip. You start grinding your hips against Tom’s hard cock, his hands flying to your hips as you do so.

“You’re so fucking wet for me aren’t you, baby girl?” Tom growls against your lips, feeling your wetness on his skin.

You moan against his lips, nodding your head, “do you have a condom?”

“Yeah, bedside table, 2nd drawer down.” You reach over him to the nightstand, retrieving a condom, opening it with your teeth before rolling it onto Tom’s cock. Tom lets out a hiss at the contact, throwing his head back and panting as your hand moves up and down him, before you lift up and slide down onto his cock. His hands instantly grab onto your ass, nails digging into the skin as you find a pace, adjusting to his size. He was bigger than you were expecting but, fuck, did it feel good. You pick up the pace, hips moving up and down as Tom’s hand moves from your ass cheek to your clit, using his middle finger to circle the bundle of nerves. He’s grunting with each move you make, and your head falls back as you continue riding him. He moves his other hand off your ass and brings it back down in a harsh slap, your skin jiggling and a sharp moan escaping your lips. He smirks up at you, your body dropping forward, hands moving to rest by his head as you keep the movements of your hips. He slaps your ass again, massaging the red skin there as you bite your lip, looking into his eyes. You reach your right hand to around his throat, gently squeezing. Something snaps in Tom at that, planting his feet on the bed to get leverage to thrust up into you, fucking you from underneath, he grabs a handful of your hair and fastens the pace of his fingers on your clit.

“Fuck, Tommy!” You moan, trying to keep quiet but it’s hard when he’s fucking you so good, the arch in your back allowing him to go deeper, creating a delicious feeling. “I want you to fuck me from behind.” You’re panting and your voice is quiet but Tom hears you loud and clear.

“Fuck, love, you’re so hot,” he pulls out, rolling you over onto your front, your arms reaching in front of you, chest on the bed as your knees widen and your ass is in the air, Tom slaps your ass as he moves behind you, sliding his hard cock between your fold and collecting your wetness before he thrusts back into you.

“Shit, you’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” Another slap on your ass as he fucks into you, hands grabbing your hips for leverage.

“Yes, baby, keep fucking me like that!” You moan into the sheets. Tom reaches forward and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your back up against his torso, fucking up into you. His hand slides around to grip your throat as he continues fucking you, his lips leaving sloppy kisses on your neck and cheek. He nibbles on your ear lightly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. Tom’s other hand snakes it’s way around your waist down your body, his middle fingers circling your clit. Your head is resting on his shoulder, your hand coming round to pull on his hair as he continues fucking you, Tom’s grunts and groans right in your ear as his lips caress the skin there.

“So fuckin tight, baby, jesus,” Tom’s breath is hot on your neck leaving goosebumps all over your body as you moan at his words. “I want you to cum for me baby, can you do that?”

“Yes, Tommy, I’m so close,” you groan, but Tom pulls away completely. You’re shocked and disgruntled before you realise he’s throwing you on your back, spreading your thighs and thrusting back into you. You grab his shoulders, nails digging in as Tom fucks you, harder than before. Your moans are muffled by the skin of his shoulder, you bite down on his skin, sucking, most likely leaving a mark but you don’t care, too consumed with the fire in your stomach as your orgasm approaches.

“Rub my clit, please,” you breathe out, one of Tom’s hands moving from your thigh to between your legs, resuming his movements on your clit from before. He fucks you in a rhythm, your nails scratching down his back as he does so, Tom’s hair is falling in his face and tickling yours but you don’t care, he looks so hot like this, sweaty and panting above you. Your toes curl and your pussy clenches around him, his cock pounding into you, and it’s like nothing you’ve felt before.

“I’m gonna cum, Tommy!” You throw your head back, letting out a moan as Tom’s fingers rub your clit faster and he fucks you harder, his lips crashing against yours as you reach your high. Tom follows shortly after, sloppily thrusting into you as he cums in the condom. Tom collapses on top of you, your breathing steadying as you play with his hair. After a minute, he pulls out and discards of the condom, flopping onto the bed beside you, opening his arm to you so you can roll into his side.

“Well, that was ... wow,” you sigh contentedly. Your breathing is starting to slow down and a wave of exhaustion hits you. You rest your head on Tom’s bare chest, one of his fingers curling a piece of your hair around it.

“Oh, god yeah it was, something else.” He chuckles, pressing a light peck to your forehead.

“I should probably go to the bathroom then back to my room.” You sigh, you don’t want to move though. You’re absorbing Tom’s warmth and it feels so good. You roll off of his chest, pulling his t shirt from off the floor and sliding it on. Tom sits up as you go to collect your things, “you could stay in here tonight? I mean, sex isn’t the only thing I miss.” His face is flush and he smiles sheepishly at you. You smile back and bite your lip, leaning back onto the bed to peck his nose before heading off to the bathroom. Tom thinks you’ve gone to bed, sighing in defeat and flopping back against his sheets. You go to clean up, making your way back to Tom’s room but not before grabbing another 2 bottles of beer first. You return to his room, smiling as you hand him a bottle. He laughs at you as he opens his beer, taking a sip before opening his arms to you, inviting you to sit with him on his bed. He’s got his boxers back on, duvet loosely wrapped around his hips, shifting while he moves. You sit back on the bed with him, taking a sip of your own beer. You both laugh and chat until you finish your drinks, lying down again and falling sleep curled up in Tom’s arms, his hand gently massaging your scalp as he places occasional pecks on your forehead. You realise that maybe this won’t be the last time as you drift off into a peaceful sleep.

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“Oh hell, whadda know,” Alex said, taking the square and dabbing at the edge of her mouth to find that there was, indeed, some lipstick there. “I must’ve had my eyes closed when I did my makeup this morning, eh? Thanks, stranger. You smoke?” She held her pack of cigarettes out to Joe. “It’s cool if you don’t, I always offer just in case, ya know? Feel free to tell me to fuck off too, I know I came at you kinda hot and heavy there.”

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