#not doing so hot is a gross fucking understatement

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

wip wednesday

peek at the start of the 7th chapter/epilogue of rage, where i get to see how Tesoro & Elena are doing [spoiler: Tesoro aint doing so hot]

“Feeling sorry for yourself all on your lonesome Cavallero?”

Trust Elena to be the first one to find him and his one man pity party, hidden away on the roof of the gym. He didn't move his gaze from the skyline as she sat down on sun warmed stone next to him, too exhausted to even muster up a twitch of his lips in greeting.

Pages turn, and he realizes his mistake as Elena picks up his discarded sketchbook, a sharp intake of breath as his hopes that she wouldn't see his latest sketches were dashed. 

Dragging his eyes away from their city to the offending page, his eyes once again took in the images that had been lingering in his mind, and the pencil sketches that were his attempted exorcism.

“I’ll always be envious of your visual memory, your ability to hold onto what you see and draw it with such accuracy,”

Celia, wounds still raw on her face, an expression of fear and shock on her face as she stared out of the page, accusatory and taken aback, rough pencil marks only heightening the emotions on her face, rough featureless figures crowding around her.

“You shouldn't be,”

[sturnsdarling]

Dinner and a show

Matt and his girl go to dinner, but little does he know she has something planned for him when they get home.

vibe check: smut, a lil bit of fluff?, lap dance, reader giving matt head (kill me now), matts obsessed with readers body, matt lets reader take control a lil, overall good vibes from our boy

2.5k words

A/N: this was going to be a full smut fic but i got a lil obsessed with the giving matt head portion. literally when will it be my turn. anyways i hope you love it.

love and cigs, merc

You were adding the finishing touches to your makeup, patting the final touch of gloss onto your lips as you made sure everything looked perfect for your date night with Matt. He was on the edge of the bed, clad in a black dress shirt and black jeans, knees spread wide as he leaned over himself on his phone, head hanging low as he waited for you to get ready.

You scanned yourself in the mirror, your black dress hugging you perfectly, just about hiding the full dark blue lingerie set underneath. You patted away any creases and moved your weight between your feet, trying to adjust to the height of the heels you had chosen to wear.

after one final scan, you decided to stop fawning over yourself.

"I'm ready" You said, turning round to face Matt, who's ears perked up at your words.

He raised his head to look at you, his eyes lighting up as he saw your frame standing in front of him, he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

a hot redness spread over your whole body, "what do you think?" you asked, giving him a twirl.

Matt couldn't find the words, "you look", he reached forward, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into him so you were standing between his spread legs.

He simply gawked at you as you situated yourself between his legs, your hands finding his hair, "fucking incredible, angel" he pressed his chin into your stomach, shaking his head in complete disbelief at the sight of you.

"Thanks handsome" You smiled down at him, leaning down to press a glossy kiss on his lips.

The car ride to the restaurant was, to say the least, tension filled.

Matts hand didn't leave your thigh the entire time, and it's honestly a miracle that he didn't crash the car with the amount of time he spent looking at you. All he did was compliment you the entire time, unable to take his eyes off you as you touched up your gloss in the mirror or grossed one leg over the other, pressing his hand deeper into your soft flesh

When you got to dinner, he wasn't any less attentive.

"have I told you how fucking beautiful you look tonight?" Matt said, taking a sip of his water as he held your hand across the table.

"you might have mentioned it couple times" you giggled, nodding your head and biting your lip slightly.

"well, you look so unbelievably good, baby" he said, laying it on particularly thick tonight.

"you don't look so bad yourself, Matt" You returned the compliment

"thanks, baby" he winked, squeezing your hand slightly.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?" You said, pulling your hand from his and getting up from the table.

As you did, the bottom of your dress was caught on the hook of your garter, revealing the lacy band to Matt. His eyes widened immediately, eyes locked on the soft skin of the back of your thigh as you pulled the black fabric of your dress over the lace. An uncontrollable groan left Matts throat as he clenched his jaw, watching you walk away, swaying your hips as you sauntered away from him.

The car ride home was borderline painful for Matt.

To say he was uncomfortable would be an understatement, the growing bulge in his jeans was pressing against the rough material, and his fingers were pressing bruises into your thighs.

The idea of what you could be wearing under your dress was driving him insane, mostly because of the image itself but partly because you didn't tell him about it, meaning you wanted to surprise him. That simple fact was playing on loop in his brain, and it was sending a throbbing swell right down to his cock.

He was reeling, nearly faint from the idea of you in lingerie for him. Of course it was nothing he hadn't seen before but, this was different, this was unknown, this was exciting. If only he knew what you had planned for him when you got back, he'd probably crash the car.

When you finally pulled into his apartment, the house was empty.

"home sweet home" He said, turning off the car and turning to face you.

"thank you for dinner tonight, Matt, it was really lovely" You said, peppering soft touches along his stubbled cheek.

He near enough whimpered into your touch, "of course, angel, I'm glad you had a nice time"

The suspense was killing him, and you knew that. You loved it. You knew he saw, you wanted him to see, you loved the idea of being the one to tease him for once. As much as you were doing this simply because you wanted to, it was also, in your own little way, pay back for all the times he had driven you crazy with all his teasing.

You made your way inside, and Matt excused himself for a moment, telling you to meet him in his room.

You walked into his room, trying to be as calm and collected as possible whilst you were still in his eye-line. Once the bedroom door was shut, it was game time. You fixed your makeup in the mirror, putting on a bit too much gloss and patted your dress down, fluffing your hair up before turning to his computer and finding the perfect song. You landed on 'All the time' by Jeremih. It was corny, and you knew that, but it was perfect.

You positioned yourself perfectly on the bed, leaning back slightly with your legs crossed, feet on the floor and eyes planted firmly on the door.

Matt clickled the door open and shut, a smirk spread across his face.

"why are you playing thi-" He turned, his train of thought being cut off by your eyes baring into his from under your lashes, "what you doin, angel?"

You didn't say anything, only got up off the bed and sauntered over to him, placing soft hands on his chest, tugging on his shirt slightly as you pulled him back towards the bed. He couldn't take his eyes off you, a brooding smirk etched on his face at your sudden display of dominance.

When you reached the bed, you turned, pushing him town onto the mattress. He complied, reaching out for you as he looked up at your seductive frame. You pulled his hands from you and turned your back to him, reaching up behind you to pull down the zipper that kept you in the confines of your dress.

Matts breath hitched in his throat as he watched you slowly pull down the zipper, exposing the intricate lace of your lingerie set beneath. You slipped the dress down your body, letting it fall to the floor before stepping out of it and twirling on your toes to face him. again.

Matt was in awe, his mouth fully agape in a smirk at the sight of you.

"whats all this?" he looked you up and down, scanning your body.

"your surprise" you said, walking towards him, voice low and eyes seductive.

"my surprise?" he raised his brows, catching your hips in his large hands when you were finally in touching distance.

"mhm" you nodded, turning so your back was to him before planting yourself on his lap.

His hands were all over you, he couldn't help it, you looked so good and he was completely obsessed with it. You pushed his hands off you once more, glaring at him over your shoulder just before you rolled your hips on his, slipping down onto the floor, turning back to face him once you were on your knees in front of him.

"oh my god" he groaned, "baby, are you- are you gonna give me a lap dance?"

You simply smirked up at him, he clenched his jaw with a smile, rubbing his stubble with one hand as he leant back on the other.

"Just sit back and enjoy it, Matty" You palmed him through his jeans, pushing your hands all the way up his chest as you got to your feet, pulling him into you by the back of his head as you danced around him, winding your hips, twirling around in front of him for the duration of the song.

Matt had never been this hard in his life, his best girl was in his favourite colour, giving him a personal lap dance to a song about sex, if he could go back and high five his teenage self, he would have. You were merciless, not letting him touch you as you ground down on him, moving your perfect ass around in circles for him, touching him everywhere you knew he liked, pressing yourself against him only to push him away when he tried to pull you into him fully. He felt like he was vibrating, like he could feel all the hairs on his body standing on edge.

You were putting on the best show of your life, you'd never felt more confident as Matt gawked at you, drinking you in like you were the most incredible thing he'd ever seen. You could see how hard he was, watching as he white knuckled the sheets, giggling as he groaned at every lingering touch and whimpered at every kiss you never quite let happen. He was a mess, all for you.

When the song finished, the rest of your guys' shared 'sex playlist' continued to play, and you lowered yourself down to your knees, palming him as you refused to break eye contact. You stared up at him, head rested on his bulge as his hand came to your face, stroking your cheek with fluttery eyes.

"you're sexy as fuck, baby" he said, still in shock.

"its not over yet, handsome" you smirked, pulling down his zipper, freeing him from his jeans with his assistance.

"fuck" his head was thrown back at the sensation of you peppering kisses up his clothed cock, pumping him lazily though the fabric.

You slowly pulled down his boxers, the cold air hitting his throbbing cock earning a hiss from Matt as your hand immediately wrapped around his length.

You placed open mouth kisses all the way up his cock, the moans that left his throat with every one only serving to encourage you more.

You didn't take your eyes off him once, he stared down at you with fluttery eyes as you made your way up his cock, kissing the tip before taking it in your mouth completely.

"jesus christ" He groaned, hand finding the back of your head, his fingers matting your hair with every passing second.

You laid a flat tongue against him, still looking at him as you slowly took his entire length into your mouth, your lips meeting the soft scattering of hair at the base of his huge cock.

The sensation of you gagging around him made his eyes roll to the back of his head, his grip on your hair getting rougher as you began to hollow your cheeks around him, bobbing your head up and down with wet, slurping noises. The noises coming from your movement were nothing in comparison to his, Matt was a whimpering mess as he desperately tried not to fuck into your throat.

"you're so fuckin' good at that, baby" Matt groaned out, "so. fuckin. good." his head was hung back on its hinge as his hand guided you down onto his leaking cock over and over again.

His praises formed a puddle in your thin panties as you moaned around him, eyes now clenched shut as his cock pressed against the back of your throat.

Matts thighs clenched periodically, his stomach tensing with every gag, gentle praises leaving his throat every time you took him all the way to the base.

You pulled off him with a deep breath, tears stinging at your eyes as his attention was pulled back down to your soft face; in all the messiness, the strings of saliva from your mouth to his cock, your smudged gloss and running makeup, he thought you were beautiful. He stroked your hair, unable to form a sentence, the only thought in his mind being, please, for the love of god, carry on.

"fuck my throat, please, Matt?" you batted your lashes up at him.

The groan that left him was guttural, the only thing he was capable of doing in that moment being a fast nod of his head as he stood up with shaky knees, lowering your mouth back onto him. As he bottomed out in your throat, he pushed his hips forwards, pressing his hips into your jaw as you gagged around him.

"you're so perfect, my pretty, pretty girl, so perfect" Matt whined, his hands making a loose pony out of your hair behind your head.

He started off slow, letting you adjust to the feeling before he thrust into you completely once more. You squeezed his thigh twice, a signal that he knew meant 'I'm ready' and with that, he began a steady pace into your open, warm mouth.

The feeling of Matt repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, coupled with the soft caressing of his hands in your hair had you reeling. You loved being like this for him, on your knees and open for him to use. something about it was borderline euphoric, the complete hand over of control making you moan around his cock, sending vibrations all through his body.

Matt was a whimpering mess above you, fucking into your throat relentlessly, losing himself in your mouth over and over again, chasing his high as you moaned around him.

"fuck, angel, m'gonna cum" He whined, "you gonna let me fill that pretty little mouth of yours? hm?" He looked down at you, attempting to nod in response to his question.

Matt groaned, picking up his pace, "such a good girl for me, such a good girl" He was rambling, his sentences borderline incoherent as he chased his orgasm against your tongue.

With a few final thrusts, he pulled your head down onto him completely, nearly keeling over as he released his strings of hot cum down your throat, bucking his stuttering hips into your face until he was milked dry.

He pulled away from you, his cock falling from your mouth with a pop as you smirked up at him, makeup streaming down your face. He chuckled, a long deep breath leaving his throat as he caressed your fucked out face.

"you" Matt shook his head, "are incredible".

you giggled, getting to your feet and wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

Matts hands wrapped around your waist, kissing you back, pressing his tongue against yours as he led you backwards towards the bed.

You both fell onto the bed in a fit of giggles, clambering all over each other as he covered you in kisses. Everything was perfect, and your surprise went exactly how you planned.

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[yeeterthek33per]

Careful (Steph Catley x Caitlin Foord x Reader)

A/n requested

It was hot.

That was an understatement.

It is fucking hot.

The heat wave that'd hit London just a day earlier was predicted, and yet it was still a lot. Even for an Aussie such as yourself who'd grown up in the gross heat of Brisbane.

The warmups were a nightmare, and it was prediscussed by the officials that there would be set water and ice breaks for both teams.

For whatever reason, you'd forgone having much water after warmups, leaving you stuck feeling a little dehydrated during the first twenty minutes.

The game was rough, which certainly didn't help either. The late afternoon sun was beading down heat on your slightly bloodied up shins.

Unfortunately, you were one to wear your socks low, so you copped more studs than either of you girlfriends liked.

That being said, it feels like your blood is being cooked under the radiation from above.

Running around the field in a black shirt and shorts made you question everything, that's for certain.

The moment the whistle for the water break is blown, you duck into the shade by the bench, immediately grabbing an ice towel and a cold bottle from the cooler, dousing yourself with the cooling liquid.

Katie plonks down next to you.

"You alright?"

You nod.

"About as fine as it gets on this lovely thirty-seven degree afternoon. You?"

"Sweating my non-existent balls off, but what else is new?"

You laugh at that, clapping her on the shoulder before standing again. There's a little whooziness from the sudden movement, but you brush it off.

You join the noticably distanced huddle, standing beside Caitlin who shifts to let you in to the circle.

"Alright ladies, we're doing well out there, but we need to take more caution with those midfielders. They're wedging themselves between you, and that's not what we want. Make sure you're tight on them. Don't let those through balls get to them so easily. Strikers, I need you back when you can be. Leave those extra leads for when we're one hundred percent certain we can break that defensive line. That's the only way we're beating them today. Other than that, perfect work, all of you. Remember to track back where you can, watch that mid, keep it tight. Team on three."

"1.2.3 Team!"

You all disperse, tossing the now warmed ice towels to the sideline and running back out onto the pitch, the sun immediately returning it's assault on all of you.

What you don't notice is the concerned glance from Steph, who now sees the paleness of your face. Your sweating was a concerningly low amount, especially in this heat.

Regardless, the game plays on.

Half time can't come quick enough in your opinion.

You start feeling like the world is spinning a little... differently than what it should. Regardless, you shake your head and press on.

The number of times you hit the ground increases as it gets closer to the end of the first half, leaving you to struggle more and more to get up after each tackle.

At one point, you have to accept the hand up from Kim, who gives you a mildly concerned look as you stumble a little trying to jog back to position, but you wave the older woman off.

Thanking god for the whistle, finally blowing for half time, you make your way off the pitch, hoping the wave of nausea that came over you about two minutes ago would go away.

Making your way into the heavenly air-conditioned locker rooms, you find yourself collapsing a little heavy-handed onto your cubby chair, water bottle in hand.

The noise attracts a few concerned eyes, but you quickly straighten up, avoiding meeting your girlfriend's gaze, who stays watching you for a little longer.

You know Steph's just worried, but you can't help not wanting her to be. Especially not during games.

What you couldn’t see was the exchanged look she shared with your other girlfriend, who had seen your pale face when you'd stood in the circle next to her during the drink break earlier.

You weren't sweating nearly enough for it to be healthy, and they hadn't seen you pick up a drink after warmups when everybody else had, but they'd both brushed it off thinking they'd just missed seeing it.

Now though, they were worried you hadn't been careful with this weather.

Avoiding slouching too much, despite your exhausted muscles' protests, you take slow, small sips of water, not wanting to completely kill your stomach, especially not when the nausea was starting to lesson off now that you were cooling off again.

Your head was starting to hurt now, too, a heat headache setting in. Using the supplied wet cloths, you tried your best to keep away throbbing in your temples, which seemed to worsen the moment you were all told to head back out to the pitch.

A hand on your shoulder makes you jump as you walk out onto the pitch again. You relax a bit before tensing up at the look she gives you.

"You doing alright, puddin?"

You nod, covering a wince as the pounding worsens at the movement.

"I'm doing fine. Let's get back to it, yeah?"

Jogging back to position, you shake off the jelly feeling in your legs, brushing it off as just lactic acid setting in and push it down like everyone else does.

It's just twenty minutes later, after a much more scrappy start to the second half, you realise, oh shit, maybe this might be bad.

Struggling to get up for a third tackle in four minutes, you stumble to your feet again, waving off your now slightly fussing teammates, your girlfriends in particular.

"Y/n... maybe you should go off -"

You shake your head no immediately.

"I'm fine, it's only twenty minutes left anyway, I'll be fine. It's just muscular exhaustion setting in, I can push it."

Turns out, you could not, in fact, push it.

Just five minutes later, after receiving a wayward pass from the backs and turning to send it into the box, you're wiped out from behind by one of their midfielders, earning a free kick for your team.

Unfortunately, you hit the turf a little harder than you expected, and it completely winds you.

You take a second to get up, stumbling to your feet to move so Katie can set up for the free kick.

Before you can make it back to your full stance though, the nausea and woosiness come back full force and you collapse like a sock of rocks, vision blurring heavily as you fall, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist stopping you from hitting your head, but your vision still goes dark for a few moments.

A frantic whistle blowing and several bodies surrounding your own is what brings you back, the pounding in your head far worse as your chest rises and falls with laboured breaths.

The moment you went down, Caitlin and Steph are beside you, frantically calling the ref and medics over, and that's where everything goes dark again.

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Everything feels like a blur to you, and you don't fully come to for a long time. Which scares the crap out of your girls. It's not until you're laid on a bed in the paramedic's office of the stadium that you fully regain consciousness.

You feel like absolute crap. Everything feels limp and achey as you shift on the cheap cushioning.

Both of your partners are sat on stools beside you. The doctor is sitting at the desk, writing on some paperwork.

"How you feeling, baby?"

"Like shit, what happened?"

They both frown at that, and the team doctor's head perks up at your answer.

Steph cautiously takes your hand.

"You don't remember how you got here? Or what happened?"

It's a little fuzzy and strain as you might. You don't recall anything that might indicate why you're in a doctor's office. You just feel like shit and are wondering why you couldn't remember anything past getting up again after being tackled.

You wrack your brain a bit more, realising you'd felt like you were practically melting under the heat. Was that why? Had you collapsed? Or had you been taken out? You remember copping a few tackles during the game.

"I- not really. Did I get knocked out or something?"

"Uh, no Y/n, it was heat exhaustion. You collapsed during the game. Can you tell me what might’ve happened beforehand?"

He moves to stand by you as well, clipboard in hand.

Furrowing your brows, you try to think back, but the pounding in your head makes it difficult.

"Not really, I just remember copping a few bad tackles. That's it, really. That and just feeling, I don't know, hot? It's just fuzzy after half time."

The doctor's brow creases slightly in thought, leaving a worried expression on both of your girlfriend's faces.

"That's alright, we can try again later, we'll keep you on watch with the medics at your training centre overnight in case anything comes up."

"In case anything comes up? Is she gonna be okay?"

The question out of Caitlin's lips makes him look up with a reassuring smile.

"It's perfectly normal for people who pass out to not remember the incident itself for a bit. It's just as a precaution. She should be fine."

She nods, and you let your head rest back on the pillows.

"Keep drinking water for us, I'll be back in about twenty to check on you. As for you two, I recommend you both go wind down from the game, take your showers, do what you need to do."

They both go to protest.

"Or if you wanna take turns, your bus will be leaving soon. We'll arrange for her to get transported back to the training centre."

Reluctantly agreeing, Steph moves to go shower and change first, Caitlin stubbornly still gripping your hand.

"I'm alright baby, you can go clean up."

But try as you might, she still refuses.

"I'm not leaving you here on your own."

You smile softly, thumb caressing her hand gently, though it turns into a slight grimace. Having your eyes open at this point is a bit of a struggle.

"You wanna tell me what happened now, or am I wrestling it out of Kimmy later?"

Caitlin shakes her head.

"Hush baby, at least wait until Steph gets back, and we'll tell you. Just rest your head for now."

You hum softly, letting your eyes fall closed again. You must drift off for a moment because it's Steph who gently shakes you awake again.

"Hey, no sleeping just yet, baby."

A soft grumble leaves your lips.

She runs her fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp, and it helps relieve the throbbing a little, to the point where you fully lean into her touch.

Pouting when she pulls away, you grab her hand and put it back again, which makes her chuckle softly, moving to sit next to you the bed.

"Still bad?"

Nodding slightly in response, you tuck your head into her lap and turn onto your side, letting her continue to comb through your hair.

"So, do I get to know how it happened?"

"We've gotta see what you remember first, baby. Let the doctor do his thing."

The whine from you makes her sigh softly.

"I know, but I wanna know what happened, though."

"You'll find out later, babe."

You look up at her, wincing at the blinding light of the office LEDs.

"But-"

She gives you a stern look but her tone remains soft.

"Patience, Y/n."

Huffing softly, you cuddle back into her lap, nose buried into the skin of her stomach where her shirt's ridden up slightly.

Her hand continues its ministrations while you wait for the doctor and Caitlin.

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You do end up staying at the training facility. As the night progresses, and the pain lessens slightly with mild painkillers, the event comes back a little fuzzy, but not entirely. You vaguely remember actually conversing with your girlfriend's in the doctors office for a while before you fully came to.

That's probably what had them so concerned in the first place that you weren't fully with it. They end up allowing one of your girlfriend's to stay while the other goes home to rest, but, knowing Caitlin, she'd be up pacing a hole in the floor anyway, most likely texting Steph the whole time.

Being woken every two hours with a killer headache until eight the next morning wasn't pretty to witness. Your girlfriend winced every time the medic received a grumpy swipe as they woke you to quiz you in the middle of the night.

You would later feel bad, knowing they were only doing their jobs, but your beauty sleep is your beauty sleep, dude.

It's about nine the next morning that you're allowed to go home under the condition that if you nap at all, you're to be woken every two hours and if anything worsens, you're to go straight to a hospital over the next few days.

Your girlfriends are also under strict instruction to make sure you actually drink water for once.

You do get a visit from the girls over the next day or so, making sure you're alive still and not going totally batshit crazy. You also do eventually find out what happened.

"God babe, you just crumpled. Like, you got wiped the fuck out and when you tried to shrug it off and get up ready for the set piece, you just fell again. Lucky McCabe caught you or it would've been a worse head injury I reckon."

"Really? What happened after I passed out? Because I don't remember anything after that, just vaguely some conversation in the doctors office before he assessed me."

Steph's hand rests on your leg from beside you, squeezing softly.

"That's what was a little scary. You were talking to us. Conversing with us. You complained you were feeling way too hot. But then you kind of, I guess, come to a bit more. It's like you weren't even awake before."

Caitlin nods.

"You know you really gave us all a heart attack out there."

Sighing softly, knowing you'd been too stubborn to admit it, maybe you needed to be subbed off.

Steph rubs your shoulder.

"You just need to be more careful, babe, especially in a heat wave like this. We hadn't even seen you drink water when you should have after warmups."

There's a guilty look on your face.

"It was just a minor mistake, that's all."

The incredulous look you receive makes you wince slightly.

"Okay, minor mistake, slightly less minor consequences, yeah, I know."

They both shake their heads, Caitlin moving to sit beside you, arm around your shoulder, Steph moving her arm around your waist.

"Look, baby, we know you were trying to push through. But we love you, and we don't like seeing you hurt. Just be more careful, yeah?"

You nod your head in agreement and let it fall to rest on the brunettes shoulder, her hand tightening on your waist, to which you squeeze her leg comfortingly.

She was right. You were a dipshit at the time and totally put your life at risk because of some stupid game time. And you scared the life out of your family and friends whilst you were at it too.

They couldn't bear to see you like that. Neither could you frankly.

Never again.

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[ghostfacesvalentine]

How do you not fall in this thing? - Billy Loomis x Short!Reader (1/15)

Pairing: Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader, I tried my best to make it GN, but just to be safe, I’ll label it as fem.

Warnings: Y/N knows Billy and Stu are the Ghostface killers, slight mention of Y/N joining the boys, nothing graphic really.

Type: Blurb

Request: N/A

Word Count: 589

Prompt: “Look at you. So small and cute, huh?” “Shut the hell up.” Y/N discovers Billy’s one of the ghostface killers, opts to try on the costume.

Notes: I wanted to do a mini series based off these prompts here. They’re super cute. I was just talking to my s/o about how I will lie about my height whatever chance I can get. I’ll add two inches, so this makes sense to me, naturally.

To say you were over the shock over Billy and Stu being the Woodsboro ghostface was an understatement. You had a small inkling that they��d be the ones to be dumb enough to massacre the student body, but also smart enough to get away with it for this long.

You were sitting on Billy’s bed, feeling his eyes lock onto your figure as you examined the generic Halloween cloth before your lap. It was such a cheap costume idea, there was no actual way to trace it back to either of the boys, they were fucking geniuses. So far, at least.

Your eyes trailed up to see Billy, leaned against his door frame, watching your fingers line the seams of the costume. 

“How do you not fall in this thing?” 

You wondered out loud as you stood up, pressing the costume against your chest, looking to the half mirror before his bed. Hearing a chuckle, you kept your eyes on yourself, wondering if you could be the third killer on the loose. 

Probably not, your clumsiness would be their downfall. Somehow you managed to be less coordinated than Stu, if you joined, you three would be in a cell block or a padded room in no time.

“Stu did. Still does a few times.” You heard the amusement in Billy’s tone as you shifted your body, side to side attempting to imagine yourself in it. The actual killers costume.

Your hands began to shift through the fabric, seeking for the holes to snuggle your head through. Without even asking, you slipped it on.

“Oh god, you look like Wednesday Addams trying on Morticia’s clothing” Billy snorted as he looked to your figure loosing itself in the robes. Your eyes darted to a laughing Billy Loomis. Narrowing your eyes, you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, crossing your arms as you looked at him.

“It’s not that bad-” You fought, your hands gathering the fabric towards the sides of your legs, trying to find your footing.

To no avail, you fumbled forward, catching yourself with the end of Billy’s bed. It was dramatic sure, but you didn’t expect your feet to get this tangled up in such a measly costume.

Putting on the ghostface mask was a dead no, you could barely manage with part one of the attire, there was no way you could comfortably wear the whole thing.

Everything was draping, the sleeves, the legs, you could barely shift around in it, but that didn’t stop you from trying to prove a point to a giddy Billy.

“Look at you. So small and cute, huh?” 

Your cheeks became hot, contorting your mouth to hide a smile as you looked down to the ends of the ensemble. 

“Billy. Shut the hell up. Now help me out of this thing.”

You scolded in defeat, standing in one place as Billy walked towards you. Too busy trying to shift the ends you were fumbling your feet over, you didn’t even notice the mask in Billy’s hands, tucked away behind his back.

When he stood behind you, you looked up, trying to find his face only to see a devious smile reflected in the mirror. Before you could utter a word, your frown soon disappeared into a cloth. 

It smelt like blood and sweat, gross.

“Billy!” 

You wailed, trying to find the ends of the sleeves to use your hands. Though it seemed like the costume covered everything, it definitely didn’t cover your ears from listening to Billy’s snort again.

[nayeonie99]

J-Line / Girls Night

"Okay, never have I ever...". Momo started and thought about what she's going to ask.

Momo, Sana and Mina were having a sleepover in their dorm tonight, because the rest of the girls were out. They were currently playing never have I ever, and they all were pretty tipsy already.

"Hurry". Mina whined and leaned her head against Sana's shoulder. They were sitting on the floor with some empty Soju bottles laying around as well. All three of them had this drunk-ish, hazed gaze and pink tinted cheeks already.

"Okay, never have I ever had a make out session with a girl". Momo asked and both Mina and Sana took a sip of their drinks. Momo looked at them with an amused expression.

"Okay, I'm not surprised Sana did. But you Mina?".

Mina blushed and looked down.

"I mean, you don't know what you like until you try it out, right?". Mina said with her cute, small voice.

To say Sana and Momo were shocked was an understatement.

"Wow, I-". Momo started but couldn't find the right words.

"Same". Sana said and looked at her.

"What about you though? You didn't drink". Mina asked Momo.

"....". Momo slowly grabbed her drink to take a sip as well.

"How come we know everything about each other except this?". Sana asked.

"Well, I guess I was scared that you guys would think I'm gross and distance yourself from me". Mina said.

"Yeah same". Momo hummed.

"To be honest, I'm gayer than gay". Sana confessed.

"Same". Momo and Mina said at the same time. They busted out laughing and then slowly calmed down.

"Soo...who did you made out with?". Momo asked with a smirk.

"Tzuyu". Sana said.

"Chaeyoung". Mina said and Momo and Sana rolled with their eyes, not surprised at all that Mina did it with Chaeyoung.

"What about you Momo-chan?".

"Dahyun...". She nervously confessed.

"No. Fucking. Way". Sana gasped.

"Dahyun? As in our Dahyun? The church girl Dahyun?". Mina asked with wide eyes. Momo nodded her head and took a big sip of her drink.

"Holy shit". Mina breathed out.

"I'm shocked". Sana said and leaned herself back on the palms of her hands.

"Same". Momo and Mina both said.

"Did you like it?". Momo asked.

Mina and Sana both blushed and nodded their heads.

"Me too". Momo said and slid her palms up and down her thighs.

"What about Sex?". Mina suddenly asked.

Moma and Sana looked at her with big eyes.

"D-Don't look at me like that". Mina blushed.

"What do you mean Mina-chan?". Sana asked.

"Did you ever had Sex with a girl?".

"I did". Momo said.

"Me too". Mina responded.

Both eyes turned to Sana suddenly.

"I also did. How did it feel? You know since you both have...". Sana said and pointed at their crotches.

"So fucking good". Momo rasped out.

Sana's cheeks turned pink again and she had to press her legs together.

"Yeah, fucking a girl is the best feeling ever". Mina breathed out.

"Would you fuck me?". Sana jokingly asked and smirked at them.

She looked up and Momo was looking at her with an expression Sana has never seen on her face before.

"Yes". Momo rasped out and looked right into Sana's eyes when she answered.

"Yes me too". Mina said next to her.

The atmosphere felt completely different now. Sana's body felt hot and needy.

"What about you Sana-chan? Would you let me fuck you?". Momo asked bluntly and crawled slowly closer to Sana and Mina.

"I-I...". Sana nervously stuttered out.

"What about Mina?".

Sana let out a quiet gasp when she felt Mina's hand slowly sliding over the inside of her right thigh.

"Yes, both of you".

Momo smirked at her and Sana swallowed nervously.

"Well, how about we do exactly that?".

"D-Do what?". Sana asked with a shaky voice. Momo came so close that their noses were touching.

"Fuck you". Momo breathed out and her eyes looked almost sinister-ish, they were completely dark and hazed. A dangerous smirk formed on Mina's lips when Momo and her had brief eye contact.

Sana's heart felt like it's gonna jump out of her chest any second.

"What do you say Minari?". Momo asked her and started to slowly kiss from Sana's jaw down to her neck.

"Do you even need an answer?". Mina said and turned Sana's head to the side, so she could press their lips together.

Mina's lips felt so soft against Sana's plump ones. Sana gasped against her lips when Momo cupped her breasts through her tight shirt.

"You both look so hot right now". Momo rasped out.

"Her lips taste so sweet". Mina hummed.

Sana felt a hand turn her head to the other side and felt different lips onto hers. Momo kissed her with so much desire. Her tongue entered Sana's mouth and she bit her bottom lip. When air became a problem they pulled away.

"Fuck you were right. This is so hot". Mina said.

"I'm so hard already". Momo said and stroked her bulge over her shorts.

"Wanna take care of it Sana?". She asked her with a smirk.

"Mhm". Sana hummed and bit her lip. Momo got up and sat down on the bed.

"Get here. Both of you". She said and patted the sides next to her. Mina and Sana sat down next to her and Mina's hand grabbed Sana's, to place it down on Momo's bulge. Sana slowly began to stroke it and Momo let out shaky breaths.

"Is that good?". Sana asked and looked at her.

"Yeah, it's perfect". Momo said and leaned back on her forearms.

"Take off your clothes". Momo rasped out.

Mina and Sana did what Momo asked them to do and stripped down. Momo also took off her clothes, so they were all naked now.

Sana's eyes darted down to their cocks.

"Do you like what you see Sana-chan?". Momo asked and Sana just nodded her head and grabbed both of their dicks in her hands. They were both so hard for her already. She started to slowly pump up and down.

"Damn, you look so sexy right now". Mina huffed out.

Sana bit her lip and looked up at them. The way they were staring down at her with so much lust lingering in their eyes made her so wet.

"Get your ass up the bed". Momo said and spanked her while Sana crawled up the bed. Mina slid under Sana, so Sana was hovering above her with her ass sticking up.

"Damn, look at this pretty pussy. So wet for us already". Momo hummed and parted Sana's folds with her thumbs.

"I can't wait to feel you clench around my cock baby". Mina whispered in Sana's ear, which made her shiver.

"Please". Sana whimpered.

"Please what?". Momo asked and let her tip run up and down Sana's slick pussy.

"Just do something, anything, but please just do something. I can't take it anymore".

"Mmm you're hot when you beg". Mina said and slid her hands down Sana's back to trace it with her nails slowly.

"Come on Momo, don't tease her anymore. Give her a reward for being such a good girl". Mina said with a smirk on her lips.

Without a warning Momo instantly pushed her tongue completely inside of Sana.

"Holy sh-". Sana moaned out and bit onto her bottom lip to keep her voice down.

"Don't bite that pretty lip of yours. We want to hear your moans baby". Mina said and made Sana release her bottom lip with her thumb.

Momo sucked Sana's clit in her mouth and Sana's legs began to tremble already.

"Oh my god, fuck". Sana breathed out and clenched her hands in Mina's hair. Momo's tongue swirled around her clit and then she pushed two fingers inside of her.

"Mmm yes". The pace of Momo's fingers picked up and she added her thumb to stroke her clit.

"Ohh fuck, I'm gonna cum". Sana cried out.

"Yeah, cum for us baby". Mina rasped out and sucked on Sana's neck. With that, it took only a few more seconds and Sana reached her first climax of the night.

"Come here". Mina whispered and made a 'come here' motion with her finger. Sana crawled her body completely up and hovered her pussy over Mina's lips.

Mina's hands gripped Sana's hips and then she started to eat Sana out like she hasn't eaten for a week.

"Holy shit, fuck". Sana squealed and clenched her hands onto the headboard of the bed.

"Doesn't she taste amazing?". Momo breathed in Sana's ear and pressed her naked chest against Sana's back.

Mina hummed, which made Sana's pussy vibrate.

"Wanna taste yourself baby?". Momo asked and turned Sana's head to the side with her finger. Momo slid her tongue slowly over Sana's bottom lip and then parted her lips completely with her tongue.

The taste of her cum filled Sana's mouth and it was amazing.

"Mina, that's enough. I can't wait any longer". Momo rasped out and pulled Sana down from Mina.

"On all fours princess".

Sana positioned herself the way Momo wanted her to, and then she felt Momo's tip slide through her folds again.

"Holy shit, so fucking wet".

"Momo hurry, please". Sana begged.

Without any warning Momo slammed completely inside of her. Sana's eyes rolled to the back of her head and her hands clenched into the sheets.

"Oh fuck". She breathed out.

"Shit, she's so tight, I love it".

"Mina, come here. I want to suck your cock". Sana said and you could literally hear Mina's smirk forming on her lips.

"Oh with pleasure". Mina held out her dick in front of Sana's face and she sucked her completely in.

"Damn". Mina groaned out and grabbed the back of Sana's head.

Momo's hands grabbed Sana's hips, so she could thrust even deeper inside of her. The thrusts made Sana deepthroat Mina completely.

"Fuck, Sana you're so hot". Mina moaned and threw her head back.

"Yeah, definitely". Momo moaned when Sana clenched around her cock after Mina said that. Momo picked up the pace even more, so their skin was slapping together.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum". Mina moaned and then released her cum inside of Sana's mouth. Sana swallowed Mina's semen completely and then gave her a naughty smirk, which Mina returned.

"Bad girl". Mina breathed out and caressed Sana's cheek with her thumb.

"Only for you". Sana winked at her and bit her lip. Sana's eyebrows clenched together and then she reached her second climax.

Soon after Momo followed and shot her cum all over Sana's ass, coating Sana's pale skin with her sticky juice. Sana laid down on her back and tried to calm down her breathing.

"My turn". Mina said and pushed Momo away eagerly.

"Chill Minari". Momo smirked and kneeled down next to Sana.

"What a sight". Mina hummed and slowly leaned down to kiss Sana.

"You're so sexy, you have no idea". Mina whispered in Sana's ear and then sucked Sana's nipples into her mouth, making Sana's hips jerk up.

"Mina, please". Sana cried out and positioned Mina's tip against her pussy.

"Hmm looks like someone's eager?". Mina grinned and Momo smirked at them, while she was watching everything.

"Mhm". Sana hummed and smirked at Mina. She smirked back and entered Sana with one hard thrust.

"Mmm yes". Sana groaned and threw her head back.

"Fuck, Momo she's dripping". Mina moaned.

"I know right". Momo breathed out and pumped her cock with her hand. Sana removed Momo's hand and replaced it with her own. Sana's other hand slid down her stomach and her fingers started to rub her clit.

"Fuck, you're so perfect". Mina moaned and slid her thumb over Sana's bottom lip, which she sucked into her mouth.

"Mmm yes". Mina breathed out and then pinned Sana's hips down against the mattress to fuck her even harder.

The headboard was hitting the wall already and the room was filled with moans and groans.

"I'm gonna cum baby. Where do you want it?". Momo asked and grabbed her cock into her hand.

"I don't care". Sana breathed out while Mina kept fucking into her at a hard and fast pace.

With that said, Sana felt warm liquid dripping down onto her titts. After a few more thrusts of Mina pounding into her, they both reached their high.

They were all clearly out of breath and fell down on the bed.

"When are the girls coming back?". Momo asked and rested her head on her palm while she looked down at Sana.

"I don't know, maybe in like 4 or 5 hours. Why?".

"Because we definitely have to do this again". Momo smirked and Sana blushed while she looked down with a smile on her lips.

"Yeah 100%". Mina said and wrapped her arm around Sana's waist.

"You're really addicting, you know?". Momo whispered in Sana's ear and came closer.

Sana's whole body shivered.

"So are you both...". She admitted shyly.

"Good to know". Momo said and they both had to smirk.

"Let's rest for now". Mina said and pulled the cover over the three of them.

Both of them cuddled up to Sana's side and were out like a light as soon they were in the right position.

Sana was left staring at the ceiling with her two naked best friends clinging onto her. She kissed both of their foreheads before she closed her own eyes, to let sleep take over her body.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 3: TXT bias wrecker - Kai✨️

Special delivery

AN: Honestly, my TXT bias list is a fucking mess right now but, I think Kai tentatively holds the position of bias wrecker (though Yeonjun has been yelling in my ear lately). Also, it's completely by accident that my two most recent TXT fics are porn genre/trope related lol. However, I had a lot of fun writing this and my Soobin fic so, maybe I'll explore more tropes, clichés etc with different idols in future fics.

Synopsis: Kai hates his job, but he needs to pay rent. However, when a ridiculously pretty woman can't pay him and offers up another form of payment, maybe it isn't all bad.

Heads up: Huening Kai x Fem! Reader, Pizza delivery man! Kai, strangers to strangers who fuck, the plot is virtually nonexistent, porn logic applies here, implied power dynamics (more dominant Reader and more submissive Kai), praise kink (m. receiving), hints of a size kink, oral sex (m. receiving), Reader touches herself while sucking Kai off, unprotected piv sex, nipple play (f. receiving) and creampie.

Word count: 3199

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

Today sucks. It's been hot as hell the entire day, two customers gave him shit for their orders being wrong and he got a text from his roommate that their shower broke. Again. Kai is at his wit's end.

He slams the door of the delivery car harder than strictly necessary but, he can't bring himself to even pretend to care right now. To say his day has been terrible would be a gross understatement. Luckily, he only had an hour left of his shift, and then he would be a free man. That's the single thought that pushes him forward. He can do this. Just one more hour.

He's about to knock on the door of his current delivery address again before it swings open. His words die on his tongue when he takes in the very attractive woman mere centimetres away from him with a robe that leaves very little to his imagination.

"Hi! I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer. I just hopped out of the shower. Just give me a minute and I'll go get my purse," You're gone before he can utter anything in response. Images of what he thinks you look like in the shower flood his mind without much prompting. He needs to get it together. He's a grown man. He shouldn't be getting hard just from fantasising about a stranger taking a shower. Especially not when he's fucking working.

"Oh shoot, I don't have any cash on me. Do you accept card by any chance?" You ask once you return, your head titling in a way that Kai finds far too endearing.

"Um no, Miss. Sorry," he tries not to visibly cringe at the shakiness evident in his voice.

"Damn. I don't know how else I could pay you," you ponder loud, crossing your arms. Which makes him panic because the motion just causes your tits to be even more visible through your poor excuse for a robe.

He's not sure if he's just that obvious or, you have knack for these situations but, you notice him looking. He really doesn't mean to. He just can't help it. Who could really blame him? They were right there.

Before he can't comprehend what's happening, you're in his personal bubble. Eyes that were warm and welcoming moments ago now light up with knowing amusement. Kai swallows.

"Well, I could always pay you another way if you'd like," you trail off.

Now, Kai may not be the best at reading these kinds of situations, but it's clear as day what you're offering.

He knows this is probably incredibly unethical. He knows he shouldn't even be considering what you're so blatantly suggesting, but you are pretty. He'd be lying to himself if he thought otherwise. Plus, it's been longer than he cares to admit since he's gotten any action, and here you are, offering yourself up to him willingly.

He'd be an idiot to say no.

"Okay," he whispers, and he's caught completely off guard when you practically launch yourself at him. Eager hands winding into his hair and soft lips pressing against his. Blood rushes south so quickly that it leaves him completely disoriented. Trying his best to meet your enthusiastic kisses before he realises he's still holding your pizza like an absolute buffoon.

"Hey, s-sorry. Can I put this down somewhere?" He cringes at himself, hoping his awkward interruption hadn't completely obliterated the mood.

"Oh right, sorry. I got a little carried away there," you respond with sheepish laugh, "You can just put it on the table over there."

Once his hands are free and, to his relief, you still want to continue, he hesitantly rests them on your hips. Losing himself in your expert kisses once more and groaning against you when you experimentally tug on his hair. Blood rushing to his face when he feels you smile against his lips at that.

His brain stops functioning all together when you press yourself closer to him. Soft tits against his broad chest, your arms wrapped firmly around his neck, and your stomach flush against his quickly growing erection. He can feel so much of you all at once, and it's not helping his already delicate resolve.

"You can touch me, you know," you say once you two remember that you need to breathe. Your eyes already heavy with such blatant want that it's honestly doing fantastic things for Kai's ego.

"I did-didn't want to go too far or make you uncomfortable,"

Your giggle is like music to his ears, "Considering that I'm going to let you fuck me, I think you're fine. That's very cute, though. Thanks for thinking about my comfort."

He's not sure if his cock twitches because you so casually mentioned letting him fuck you or because you called him cute but, either way, he takes your go ahead. Large hands grabbing generous handfuls of your ass and tits, respectively. Mind already growing foggy from how soft you feel and the kisses and nips you press to his jaw.

"You're so broad," he hears you mutter softly against his neck, shudders running down his spine from the sensation. He's sure his face is flushed from your words. No one's ever called him broad in this kind of situation, and from the way his head spins, he may be learning some things about himself today.

"Th-thank you," he stutters out, not entirely sure what to say in response and still trying to make sense of this realisation as your hands greedily run along his shoulders.

"You're too fucking cute," you groan, weaving one of your hands back into his hair and tugging him down into a messy kiss. At this point, Kai is more than happy to let you do whatever you want with him. Though, he supposes, it should be the other way around given the...circumstance he finds himself in.

He gasps into your mouth, fingers biting into your skin, when you palm him over his jeans. He's already so hard, and every bit of friction you allow him makes his knees buckle.

His grip on you tightens without much thought from him when you lavish his throat with licks and open-mouthed kisses once more. Your smaller hands toying with the belt of his jeans. Not quite seriously trying to unbuckle it, but just the brushes of your fingers so close to where his aching for you makes him feel dazed.

"Please," he whines, desire and embarrassment coiling tightly in his gut.

"Please what?" You ask, a mischievous gleam in your previously warm eyes. Fingers pushing up his shirt to trace nonsensical patterns on his abdomen. Kai thinks he's either going to scream or cry.

"Plea-please touch me," he whispers, trying his utmost not to grind himself into your hand.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," before he can blink, you're on your knees in front of him. Skillfully unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.

"He-Hey, you don't ha-have to do that," he says quickly, piecing together through the fog of his mind what you're planning.

"I thought you wanted me to touch you?" You ask coyly and, fuck if the sight of you staring up at him with faux confused innocence doesn't make his cock twitch.

"I- yes, I do but, I didn't- you don't have to y'know if you don't want to,"

"What makes you think I don't want to?"

Oh. You've got a point there, he concedes.

"You should relax, cutie. I'm not doing anything I don't want to," Kai hates the way his cock jumps at the wink you have the audacity to send him while tugging down his boxers and jeans.

Relief fills him when he's finally free from the increasingly restrictive confines of his bottoms, but it's fast replaced with anxiety when you just...stare at him.

God, do you think it's ugly? Is it too small? Is it curved weird? Fuck, what if you-

"So pretty," he hears you barely whisper, lidded eyes becoming glossy as you wrap, or rather attempt to wrap, your hand around him. Between the compliment that leaves him completely blindsided and the slight pressure your hand provides, he can't help the whine that bubbles out of him and the jolt of his hips into your soft hold.

Kai feels his vision blur for a second when you take your first tentative lick of him. Pretty pink tongue curiously dragging along the underside of the head of his cock. That mischievous gleam is still present in your eye, and before his brain can catch up to what's happening, he finds himself enveloped in your warm, wet mouth.

His hands weave themselves into your hair instinctively. A broken, bordering on embarrassing, moan falling from his lips when he feels your throat constrict around him. Your hand stroking everything you can't fit in that sinful mouth of yours. He thought the feeling alone would drive him to madness, but the sounds of you gagging on him sends shudders down his spine. Hips shallowly fucking you as not to overwhelm you.

However, given how eagerly your choking on his dick, he doubts he could overwhelm you even if he tried.

He cracks his eyes open with much effort and immediately regrets the decision. Your pretty face is streaked with stray tears, and the combination of your spit and his pre-cum dribbles down your chin. If that wasn't bad enough already, he notices your unoccupied hand disappear between your thighs. His muddled mind taking longer than he cared to admit to understand what you're doing.

Holy fuck, are you touching yourself right now? Is this even real? Based on the circular motions he notices your hand making and moans that are being muffled by his dick down your throat, that pretty much confirms his suspicions.

"Wait shit fuck, st-stop," he stutters out, large hands gently tugging you off of his length before he makes a fool of himself and cums in your mouth.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, looking up at him. Fuck. He can barely look at you right now. Face smeared with tears, spit and his pre-cum. Your eyes a combination of concern and still barely restrained desire. He just hopes you don't notice his cock twitch then.

"Yeah, I just- I was close,"

Warmth floods his face when a smug grin spreads across your face.

"Oh? Why stop then? I'd gladly swallow anything you're willing to give me,"

Kai closes his eyes in an attempt to collect himself momentarily. Which turns out to be a terrible idea because his mind unhelpfully supplies images of his cum streaked across your face and your tongue. God.

"I'd rather cum somewhere else,"

He tries not to feel too proud of himself at the stunned look that crosses your pretty face. It feels good to leave you a little off kilter for once.

You laugh a little breathlessly as you make your way onto unsteady feet, "So you do know how to talk." He resents the way he flushes at your teasing.

His response dies on his tongue when you gently shove him back. He lands on your couch with a soft thud, looking up at you in question only to feel his tongue turn to lead in his mouth and his cock jump against his abdomen.

You shrug off your robe. Exposing your completely nude form to Kai and, he drinks you in. Taking in your breasts and the way they jiggle with every minute bit of movement from you, the slopes of your waist and hips until eventually he zeros in on your slick upper thighs. His blood turns molten. He can't quite see your pussy as clearly as he'd like to but, the streaks of wetness he can see on your thighs makes his head spin.

"You're staring," you tease, strutting over to him. He's not sure if the sway in your hips is just for him or not, but he couldn't care less. He's mesmerised.

"I can't help it. You're beautiful,"

You stop between his legs, and for a moment, he's terrified he went too far. Was calling you beautiful too much? God, why can he never get his foot out of his fucking mout-

He's pulled out of his anxious spiral by your smaller hands cupping his face. You smile at him and proceed to kiss him softly. Your thumb caressing his jaw as he finds himself lost in you once again.

"Thank you, cutie. You're really sweet," you mutter against his mouth, making yourself comfortable in his lap. Any line of thinking Kai had going is swiftly drop kicked out of his mind when he feels your pussy glide over his cock. Based on the way your hands fly to his broad shoulders and the little gasp that leaves you, he's not the only one affected.

He thinks he might lose his mind if you don't sink down on him immediately.

"Please," he whimpers, his hands making themselves at home on your hips.

"Since you asked so n-nicely," you respond with a devious smile. His heart rate continues to tick up when your hand grasps him and lines him up with your entrance.

Kai knows he's in trouble as soon as you begin to sink down onto him. His vision blurring slightly, and his hold on you quickly becoming bruising just from his tip being enveloped by your scorching, slick walls. The little strained whimpers and moans that slip from your lips only making it all worse.

It takes everything in him not to just shove you down onto him or snap his hips up until he's fully inside of you. However, he's not so far gone in his lust that he can't see that hints of discomfort on your pretty face. He pulls you down into a kiss in the hopes of providing some form of distraction. Long fingers reaching between your soft thighs, and he can't help that small smile that finds its way onto his face when you gasp into his mouth and clench around him.

He experiments with various speeds and patterns until he finds the one that cause you to moan into him and, more of your wetness to gush down his cock. "You're taking me so well," he mutters, half-delirious from how otherworldly you feel, and he isn't even fully inside of you yet.

He isn't prepared for you to so suddenly take him all at once. Needy hands tugging on his hair and watery cries of pleasure pressed into his mouth. Kai, for his part, his just trying not to cum from all of the unexpected sensations assaulting him at once. His fingers biting into the skin of your thighs as he fights to regain his composure. Closing his eyes and kissing you back to the best of his abilities while his cock throbs inside of your velvety walls. He's so fucked.

If anyone asks, he definitely doesn't whimper when you start to move. He definitely doesn't leave indents of his fingers on your skin from how tightly he's holding onto you. He definitely doesn't keep his eyes shut just so he doesn't cum in an instant from watching how your face contorts in pleasure for him, how your tits bounce and how your unreal pussy splits open to take him. Definitely not.

His attempt at concentration is disrupted when his ears catch a strangled cry from you, and you clamp down harshly around him. He cracks his eyes open and immediately wishes he hadn't.

The light from the setting sun hits you beautifully. Forming a halo around you as you continue to ride him. Your nimble fingers toying with your nipples and, based on the whines that fall from your devious mouth, they're pretty sensitive. He can't help the way his hips jolt up into at the vision you provide. Yeonjun had always teased him for being a bit of a romantic.

Instinct guides him. His arms coming to wrap around your waist as he fucks up into you. He wouldn't be shocked to find out his eyes had crossed from the depth this angle allows him. Eager mouth latching onto one of your tempting nipples. Groaning into your skin with every lick and suck and tug of the sensitive bud. Unadulterated lust guiding him all the way.

The symphony of skin slapping against skin and your wanton cries fill the space of your living room. Your hands are restless. Not quite sure if you want to tug on his hair or steady yourself on his broad shoulders. "So good. So de-deep," he manages to catch you whine, bordering on pathetic and that just motivates him to fuck you harder. Keeping you in place with his firm grip so you have no choice but to take all of him.

Between the way you tighten and spasm around him and the increasing pitch of your moans, Kai isn't sure how much longer he can last. Teeth nearly sinking into the flesh of your tits with how wound up he is and large hands drifting downwards to grab generous handfuls of your ass.

"I-I think I'm go-gonna cum," he moans out, "Sh-should I pu-pull out?"

Your hands move to cup his face so quickly that his foggy brain takes a few moments too long to even register it. Nails biting into his cheeks and your eyes blazing as they bore into his, "Don't you dare."

Kai couldn't have stopped himself from unravelling even if he wanted to.

He's practically crushes you to his larger frame while he remains completely sheathed inside of you. Ropes and ropes of his cum painting your walls white as he moans loudly, his chest heaving and flushed with exertion.

His disoriented eyes find your frenzied ones once he's able to crack them open. Your mouth shaped in a silent O and, it only hits him when he feels you clench harshly around his softening cock and more of your wetness gushes out of you of that you're cumming. The sting in his scalp is worth it as he takes in the way you fall to pieces on top of him. Eyes fluttering shut and your body convulsing. He tries his best to soothe you through it. Pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder. Large hands rubbing your thighs gently.

He rests against your couch when you eventually sag against him. Laboured breaths hitting the skin of his neck where you've made yourself comfortable. A combination of your releases beginning to trickle out of you and, down his spent cock and balls.

The silence is more comfortable than he anticipates. Neither of you feeling the need to fill it while you gain your bearings.

A thought hits Kai, and he panics. Feeling like the biggest piece of shit on the face of the Earth.

"What's wrong?" You mutter, fingers absentmindedly toying with the ends of his hair.

"I never asked you for your name,"

Your giggle could easily be mistaken for windchimes, "Oh, is that all? It's Y/n. What's yours?"

"It-it's Kai."

"It's nice to be properly introduced to you, Kai," you respond with a dizzying smile.

Yeah, maybe today isn't all bad after all.

[samsexualdeancurious]

Separate Showers

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 996

Summary: A little post-hunt recovery

Warnings: Ambiguous Reader gender, non-sexual nudity, the bunker's shower room (thank god for Jerry Wanek's set photos lol), fluff

A/N: Just a dumb lil thing I wrote to get it out of my brain.

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To say today was a long one would be an understatement. It feels like an eternity before you’re finally making your way down the bunker steps ahead of the Winchesters. You feel gross from the long drive. You might enjoy a road trip but even you have a limit and you definitely reached it sometime during these last few hunts.

“I need a fucking shower,” you complain.

“I think we all need a shower.” Dean’s right behind you on the steps, stinking like road sweat. You wrinkle your nose and he gives your shoulder a little shove. “Shut up. Like you’re any better.”

That’s true. The Impala’s AC went out just into Kansas and the last few hours of the drive were absolutely miserable as a result, even with all four windows rolled down. You don’t want to even think about how you might smell.

Sam is quiet as he follows you back to your bedroom. It’s clear your big-brained boyfriend is feeling more than a little overwhelmed and exhausted. He needs some non-diner food, some quiet time, and maybe a nap. Or a run. Knowing Sam, probably a run.

“Separate showers?” you suggest and Sam’s hazel eyes are grateful as he nods. “All right. I’ll meet you back here.”

It took you a little while to get used to the gym shower set-up the bunker has. Even now, you have a strong preference for the stall furthest from the door so the boys won’t walk past you on their way to their own shower. Not like it’s anything Sam hasn’t seen before but there are no shower curtains! It’s the principle of the thing.

Awkward set-up aside, the bunker showers are downright magical. Probably literally magical, knowing the Men of Letters. The hot water never seems to run out, either, which is fantastic. You take your time scrubbing all the sweat and dirt from the road from your body and then waste a little more time just enjoying the steady pounding of water on your shoulders and neck.

When you do finally step out of the showers, the boys are in their own stalls. Sam’s clothes are in a pile on the floor outside the stall right next to yours and as you stop to gather them up along with your own, you can resist peeking in.

“Hi,” Sam says with a soft smile, pushing his hair out of his face.

You can’t help a grin as you lean against the dividing wall, taking in the sight of him. The way the water highlights every perfect curve and point of his body as he tips his head back to get his hair fully under the spray. “Hey, gorgeous.”

“Don’t you dare have shower sex right now,” Dean calls from a couple of stalls down and you can’t hold back a laugh.

Sam shoots you a smirk and leans out of the spray to kiss you softly. While he might look absolutely amazing, especially naked and wet like this, neither of you is really in the mood to do anything even if Dean wasn’t in the room.

“Don’t worry, you’re delicate ears are safe,” you tease as you shoot Sam one last little smile and begin making your way from the room. You don’t look but you’d bet money that Dean flips you the bird as you go by.

You’re sitting on the end of the bed, having completed your post-shower routine, when Sam comes into the room. He’s dressed in just an old pair of lounge pants and the sight of him padding barefoot into the room warms you to your core.

“Feeling a bit better?” you ask as he rubs at his hair with a towel.

He nods, wiping water droplets from his forehead. His eyes are on the item in your hand. You smile and hold the hairbrush out in offering.

“Want me to?”

“Hell yeah,” Sam sighs and you laugh softly.

“Well, c’mere then.”

Sam tosses his towel in the hamper and lowers himself to sit on the floor between your feet, back against the side of the mattress. His hair doesn’t really need to be brushed like this. The man was blessed with magic hair that just needs fingers combed through it after a shower or in the morning to look perfect. It’s really not fair. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy the process of it, though.

You work methodically, taking your time as you start with his ends and make your way up. Sam is practically melting under your hands. When you’re done with the brush, you set it aside and begin gently massaging his scalp. Sam moans softly. His head tips forward and you move your ministrations to his neck and shoulders. In no time, he’s leaning heavy and sleepy against your knee.

“Sa-am,” you murmur, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple. “C’mon. Up.”

He grumbles but allows you to guide him up onto the bed. Once he’s snuggled up against you, head resting on your chest, he’s out in seconds. It’s only early afternoon but you don’t mind holding him while he naps. Not when he snuffles softly and nuzzles against your T-shirt.

A soft knock on the doorframe draws your attention from Sam’s relaxed face to the open doorway where Dean’s standing. He’s dressed completely in his usual jeans and layers but his hair is still damp from his shower, sticking up all over like it does in the mornings before he’s gotten around to style it. You give a little wave.

“He sleeping?” Dean asks, careful to keep his voice low.

You nod.

“All right. I’m going to get started on dinner in a bit. Think he’d be up for something light? I’m thinking some soup and grilled cheese.”

That sounds delicious. Hopefully, Sam will agree. You nod again and Dean shoots you a thumbs up, flipping off the lights and closing the door as he leaves you to watch over Sam’s nap.

[hlizr50]

Sooo remember yesterday when I reblogged that amazing art by elenana.art on Instagram?

Well, I couldn't stop myself from writing a drabble for my Gwynriel headcanon that it inspired... So here it is!

And there's no angst!!

Read on AO3

Nesta rolled her eyes, unwilling to give her sister the satisfaction of, well, being right.

“The drummer was kinda hot, I guess,” she muttered. ‘Kinda hot’ was a gross understatement for the colossal man who had manned the drums during the trio’s set. The Bat Boys, they called themselves. And that drummer had been nothing less than drool-worthy.

“What do you mean ‘I guess’?! Have you seen his biceps?” Feyre sputtered.

Oh yes. Yes, she definitely had.

“Okay, but what’s with all the tattoos?” Nesta demanded, lifting a brow. “They’re a band, Feyre, not the yakuza.” Her sister’s answering expression was unimpressed, to say the very least.

“I should’ve just brought Elain.”

The Hell she should have.

With another eyeroll, Nesta snapped, “Don’t be silly. Those tattoos would give Elain a heart attack. Besides, she’s—“

Her sentence was cut off when she ran face first into a wall of black.

“Hey!” She seethed. “Watch where you’re…” Nesta looked up, ready to give the offending obstacle her famed I-will-slay-my-enemies expression. Her gaze drifted up… and up and up. Over the collar of the tight fitting black tee and the tendrils of ink that peeked out over it. Over the jaw that was sharp as a knife. Over the beautiful lips, straight nose, and high cheekbones. Until her eyes were met with churning hazel — nearly gold. The bassist.

Holy fuck, was he pretty.

Nesta gaped at him, all lean muscle and height. Not as ruggedly handsome as the drummer, but unfairly gorgeous, nonetheless. Beautiful enough to make the two women gape as he stared back down at them, his face a mask of cool disinterest.

Absolute, awkward silence.

“Um… could you let me through, please?” His voice was as deep and rich as the instrument he played, even if it was soft as a whisper.

What planet of perfection had this guy come from?

“Oh, yeah,” Feyre stammered, pushing Nesta to the side. “Sorry.” The towering, tattooed god of a man passed between them as they stared, slack-jawed.

Forget the drummer. An angel had just appeared before them. Nesta dramatically sucked in a breath as her sister began giggling like a fan girl.

Typical.

But there was still a chance to shoot her shot—

“Az!” Someone called from behind them. And then, passing between them as the bassist had, a blur of cobalt blue topped with a curtain of copper bounded up to the tall, dark, handsome man.

And his whole demeanor… changed.

He’d turned just in time for the woman to barrel into him, and his whole face lit up. If Nesta had thought him attractive before, that bright white smile — complete with a little dimple on one side — sent him straight into drop-dead gorgeous territory.

“Bird. You made it,” the bassist — Az, apparently — murmured into the woman’s hair, his arms wrapping around her shoulders. Her arms were pale against his bronzed skin, and Nesta couldn’t help but notice how much she looked like…

“Gwyn?”

Her pin straight mane flew as the woman’s head jerked, meeting Nesta’s stare with wide, teal eyes.

“Nesta? What are you—“

“Wait, this is the guy you’ve been seeing?” Nesta didn’t need to wait for an answer. Not when Gwyn’s cheeks turned the most incriminating shade of pink.

With a nervous laugh, she replied, “Nesta, this is Azriel.” Icy eyes narrowed on the couple, keenly aware that Azriel’s hand had not moved from Gwyn’s hip and Gwyn’s arm had remained around the musician’s waist. “Azriel, Nesta.”

“I’m Feyre,” Nesta’s sister chimed in, earning a scathing side-eye.

The towering bassist chuckled, pulling Gwyn into his side and dipping his chin toward her. “Have you been keeping me a secret from your friends, Gwyneth?” He teased, only fanning her blush into a roaring red.

Turning to him with beseeching eyes, she exclaimed, “No!” Then she dragged her lower lip between her teeth and looked away from him. “I just… haven’t dated much and I wanted it to be… all mine. For a bit.”

Well, much to Nesta’s displeasure, that was incredibly sweet. It wasn’t that she was unhappy with Gwyn — the redhead she’d met at work was more like a sister to her than a friend, and she deserved only the most wonderful things.

It was the musician that was the focal point of her skepticism now. She’d been drooling over him only moments before, but a man would have to be nearly perfect to even get close to being deserving of Gwyneth Berdara.

Azriel leaned in and pressed his lips tenderly against Gwyn’s temple. “Of course, bird. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Well, he sure was smooth, wasn’t he?

“It’s nice to meet you both,” he added with a warm smile and a nod. “You can come back to the green room with us if you want. We have some food and a bar. And I’m sure Rhys and Cass would love the company.”

And with that, Azriel returned his focus to the freckle-faced woman at his side, guiding her gently down the hall. After a moment of stunned silence, Nesta shook her head and began to follow, dragging her sister along.

Perhaps the drummer would do, after all.

Tag List... I don't have my Gwynriel list handy, so sorry in advance...

@headcanonheadcase @daevastanner @beaumaismortel @vikingmagic33 @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @sunshinebingo @shadowsxgwynriel @freyjas-musings @foreverinelysian @mystical-blaise @positivewitch @thecrispypotatochip @sv0430 @almosttenaciousmoon @aldbooks

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Pancakes

Set post-game. Thea Dekarios wakes from her trance to smell pancakes and investigates. SFW.

Based on this art.

When Thea Dekarios ended her trance, the first thing she noticed was a very distinct smell.

Pancakes?

PANCAKES?!?!

While she knew Gale was an excellent cook (as good as Mum, and that’s saying a lot), she did not know how utterly delicious his pancakes were. When she asked about the recipe, he mentioned it was a secret Dekarios family recipe. And winked. I’m a Dekarios now, so tell me what makes those pancakes so damn good. She tried as quietly as possible to sneak down the stairs and into the kitchen without alerting him, but a particularly squeaky floorboard made her husband aware of her presence.

“Good morning, my darling girl!” he said happily, flipping a pancake with every bit of flair she had come to expect from Gale. To say that he was a changed man was a gross understatement. For the first time in his life, he’s truly happy and at ease with himself. He loves teaching. He…loves. So much. “How did you rest?”

Leaning against the doorway into the kitchen, she smiled. “Good. I relived the night we told each other how we felt, and before you ask, it was just as lovely the second time around.”

He barked a laugh. “Well thank gods for that, eh? That was such a magical night, my love. Sometimes I can scarce believe that we found each other in the first place…and that by some miracle we are married and making a life together here in Waterdeep.” His attention went back to the pancakes. “I made you chocolate chip, sweetness. They’ll be done in a moment or two. And coffee,” a mage hand appeared and began to pour her a cup. “Will be done in a second.”

Thea shook her head, still smiling, and sat down at the table. The mage hand brought her the coffee in her favorite mug. It has me in my cat wildshape painted on it. “So much doting this morning, Mr. Dekarios. Have I done anything to deserve it?” She teased, the corners of her mouth quirking into a grin. “Or will I be doing anything to deserve it in the future?”

He flipped the pancakes onto a plate. “Mrs. Dekarios, you should know by now that the answers to those questions are ‘yes’ and ‘yes.’ And this,” He turned towards her, a look of merriment on his face, pulling at his robe slightly to expose a hairy leg to his upper thigh, making her squeal with laughter. “is only a taste of your reward.” As he laughed (the most wonderful sound in the world), he brought her plate of chocolate chip pancakes to her with a bow. “My lady’s breakfast. Hot and fresh.”

“So, like you then, love?” Hot. Fresh. All mine as I’m all his. She wrinkled her nose and giggled as she sliced into the first pancake. Oh fuck me, these smell amazing.

He rolled his eyes playfully, pouring three large globs of batter on the griddle. “I’m in too good a mood to protest this time, dearest. I’ll simply take your word for it that I am, indeed, hot and fresh. Speaking of which, I did take a shower, so by that logic, I am fresh at the very least—”

“Gale?”

“Yes, my love?”

She brought the first forkful of pancakes to her mouth. “You’re the hottest and freshest man in my life, now please come here and give me a kiss.”

His eyes widened, and he rushed towards her. Cupping her face in his hands, he gently kissed her lips. Perfect. He’s perfect. “Forgive me. I was too taken in by you. You see, darling, you’re somehow more beautiful when you wake from your trance…” He shook his head, kissing her once more. “Pancake duty calls. Don’t want them to burn.” He hurried back to the griddle and hummed a song Thea recognized from their wedding.

As she lifted the first forkful of pancakes to her lips, she sighed happily.

It was worth it.

All the pain.

All the misery.

Having to share my head with a damn tadpole.

It was worth it for this.

“Sometimes the little things are worth more than kingdoms.”

My darling Gale was absolutely right.

[kiankiwi]

A Stomach Bug for the History Books (A bit gross):

Summary: You have a really bad stomach bug while Elvis has to play a show. You end up getting worse halfway through so Elvis storms off, fights with the Colonel to take care of you because that's what he does.

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"Daddy.... don't go." You're currently laying on a uncomfortable couch in the green room of the International hotel, grasping Elvis's hand for dear life as you try to fight off the nausea rolling around in your gut. Elvis had tried to call and cancel, he really did saying that you didn't feel well. That was an understatement; you were miserable. And Elvis hoped that the Colonel could see the pain all over your face. Elvis crouched down by your face and cupped your cheek in his hand, noticing how hot you were getting. "I'm sorry baby, I know you don't feel good. But daddy has to, my love. You got Jerry here to watch over ya though. You tell him anything you need and he'll get it for ya."

You sit up then and Elvis internally jumps, thinking you're just about to projectile vomit all over him but instead you snivel and open your arms for one of Elvis's signature bear hugs that you love so much. "Alright baby girl, try to sleep, daddy loves you so-oo-oo-oo much." He drags out the so as long as he can, procrastinating going on stage as much as possible. Elvis lingers at the door and he watches as you snuggle down into your blankets and dutifully close your eyes, trying so hard not to feel how yucky you're feeling.

You made it almost halfway through the show before you got even worse, your low fever had spiked so you were sweating feeling like a fireball was traveling all over your little body and you were hovering over the trashcan, adjusting uncomfortably every few minutes, waiting for the inevitable as Jerry rubbed your back telling you daddy would be there soon but that just made you cry even more.

"I want daddy!" You scream right before you finally gag enough to start vomiting. "I know, sweetheart. Daddy's coming I promise." Jerry eyes Lamar, silently asking if Elvis has been notified because they can't hold off not telling him for much longer. Even if the Colonel says so, if Elvis finds out it'll be hell to pay. Lamar just silently nods, yes the boss knows. Thank god.

Back at the curtain to the side stage, Charlie waves his arms frantically trying to get the King's attention. Elvis, already having a hint of an idea what this is about quickly walks over still singing all the while till the backtrack kicks in and the band makes up some riffs to satisfy the audience while he's needed.

"Is she okay? What's up?" Elvis asks, his heart picking up speed just thinking about how sick you already were. "She's gotten worse. She has a high fever and she's puking her guts up. Jerry's with her but she needs you. Needs her daddy." Elvis nods. "Talk to the Colonel." Charlie goes to talk to the colonel to try and cancel the rest of the show and figure out what to tell the audience while Elvis sprints toward the greenroom that you had laid down in but the Colonel beats him to it, blocking the door.

"No, no, no, you boy are getting back on that stage tonight! You need to finish this show, these nice people paid so much money, you owe them a good time, you hear me?!" Elvis bumped the old man with his chest, sending him against the door, gripping the collar of his shirt in his fist as he got right in his face. "You listen to me. Tonight I'm not money bags. Tonight I am a caregiver and my baby is sick." Just as Elvis said that, him and the Colonel could hear you getting violently sick on the other side of the door.

"You hear that? She's sick and she needs me so I don't care what you gotta do. I don't care how much money we're out, but I refuse to go out on that stage anymore tonight you son of a bitch now I suggest you get the fuck out of my way." The colonel eyed his client icily. "You're making a mistake talking to me like that, boy." Elvis stared at the ceiling, trying to reign in his anger because the last thing you need is to hear him yelling so close yet so far from you. "You son of a bitch, you know I don't need you. I don't want you and I don't need you. She needs me so unless you want me to throw you on your ass, I suggest you Get. Out. Of. My. Way." The Colonel smirked like the bastard he is and slowly stepped aside.

Elvis barged into the room to see Jerry barely holding things together. You had ceased vomiting for a minute and you were curled up in Jerry's lap sobbing and screaming for your daddy. "I want my daddy! Where's daddy!" Elvis slowly walked up to you so as not to startle you even more. "Daddy's right here baby, I'm right here. Let's go home huh? Let's get your icky butt home? You nodded, basically collapsing into his arms as soon as you see him.

"Please don't puke on me," You hear Elvis whisper as he looks around the room, trying not to move too fast, so as not to jostle you and cause you to get too dizzy. "Hey, Jer, can you grab her bag please?" He nods. "Let's go home, bug." Jerry murmurs to you as the three of you run to the the car that'll bring you home.

"Alright sweet girl. Just tap me if you feel icky again okay?" Elvis says as he holds you tighter against his chest as you clenched your eyes shut against his shoulder as he took you upstairs to your en-suite bathroom, stripping your sweat soaked clothes off and setting your tiny aching body on the closed toilet seat as he started the water for a bath. After a particularly bad cramp, you nearly doubled over in your spot, whimpering, "Daddy." Panicking, Elvis nearly launched himself at you, cupping his hand under your chin thinking you were going to vomit. You just groaned shaking your head no, you just wanted your daddy's comfort. And you wanted to regulate your damn temperature again.

"Oh sweets I'm so sorry. We'll get you some medicine for your tummy soon okay? But first we need to cool your fever down." Elvis turned off the faucet and gently put you in the tub, where you screeched at the coolness of the water. "I know, I know. Just a few minutes until you can get out though okay."

The intense stomach cramp returned and this time you lost control of it, causing you to scream and starting to sob again. "What? What baby? What is it?" Elvis asked, concern written all of his face because there was no reason you should be screaming. He didn't put two and two together until he noticed the water gets murky beneath you. "Oh sweetie," He cooed, lifting you up and draining the tub with his other hand. "It's okay, it can be fixed. Your tummy really doesn't feel good does it?" You pressed your face into Elvis shoulder, seeking comfort for your embarrassment. "It's okay baby, I promise, see all better." Elvis cleaned out the bottom of the tub and quickly finished washing you off, figuring you'd feel better once you were in bed with E.

He quickly chooses a loose set of pajamas, easy to take off in case you get sick again or too hot during the night and dresses you in it before returning to the bathroom to get you some medicine to help your very upset stomach. You start fussing at it even though you don't want to puke anymore.

"Please baby? If you take this, it'll help you feel so much better, hm? It'll only taste icky for a second. C'mon baby please." You shook your head and sealed your lips shut. "Mm-mm." Elvis sighed. "Okay, how about this, you take the medicine and I'll take you to get a new stuffy and a new movie once you're all better, huh?" You smiled and opened your mouth as wide as you could, liking the compromise. Elvis smiled. "Good girl!" After he gave you a glass of water to wash the taste out of your mouth, he gave you a big high five. "Proud of you little." You just tiredly placed your head on his shoulder. "Oh baby... let's go get you to bed, hmm?" You couldn't object to that.

You sat in Elvis's big bed as you watched him prepare for a night full of tears and puke. He lined the floor of your side of the bed with old towels, put a pasta pot on the nightstand table for you to grab and had an extra pile of bedding on two of the chairs in the massive master bedroom. Elvis sat next to you and took an extra bowl in his lap to teach you how to aim your puke into the bowl. "Okay ready, if you feel like you're gonna puke you lean over and you go blugh, nope don't tilt, keep it steady go bluehg," You giggled, copying the funny noise he made. "I go bleugh! " "Don't move it baby, keep it right in your lap, go bleugh," He smiled once you finally copied him but didn't tilt the bowl so it would spill all over you.

"Good job sweet girl. Good girl." Elvis laid down, curled around you. "How does your tummy feel now, sweet girl?" You took a minute feeling it out. "Icky but not bluegh icky." Elvis and you chuckled at the puke noise and he blew a raspberry into your nap, happy that he could hear your giggle again.

"Okay sickie, promise to wake me if you need me?" You nod. "I love you daddy." You said as you drifted off to sleep, your body exhausted from fighting off this sickness.

"I love you too sweets."

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Wooooooo!! I think this one was super good! I hope you enjoyed! <3 see you soon @mooodyblue @plasticfantasticl0ver @ellie-24

[stuffing-seattle]

When Kelly finally awoke from her food coma, it was in service to her belly. That mountain of food she had stuffed into it had finally made its way to her intestines, and the war going on in her gut was audible. Her belly gurgled and bubbled to the point that she could feel her meal kicking around when she massaged the mound with her hands.

After noticing the pressure and slight pain in her tummy, the next thing she noticed was how fucking horny she was. She tossed the blanket off of her- she assumed it was put there by Derek- and carefully stood up. The jostling elicited an angry gurgle from her belly, and a sulfurous *urp* to erupt from Kelly’s lips. She knew it was gross, but for some reason, she could already feel the slickness between her legs. Fuck she needed to cum so bad.

Before reason could cloud her mind, she sought out Derek. She found him in his bedroom, completely passed out. She was surprised to see that it was already 2 AM from the clock near his bed. She stood in his doorway for a moment, rubbing her belly with one hand, trying to soothe her angry gut. She considered just marching over to him then and there, and sucking his dick awake. “Keep it together Kelly, it’s still the first date.” She thought to herself.

A sudden pang from her belly told her that it would not be ignored anymore. She rushed to the bathroom. It took a while but once she had finally emptied her overworked belly, she was surprised to see how bloated it still was. She was even more surprised at how absolutely RAVENOUS she was.

She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. A fucking mess was an understatement. Her hair was wild and disheveled from sleeping on the couch. She had remnants of last nights dinner smeared all around her mouth, and the juice from the steaks she had eaten had dripped all down her chest. In her gluttony fueled stupor, she had even managed to spill wine all over her ruined blouse that allowed her little potbelly to peak out.

Seeing herself looking like this, absolutely ruined and disgusting, along with that gnawing hunger in her belly begging her to do it again coalesced into and absolute frenzy of a feeling, and she threw herself back down on the toilet seat, and ripped her pants down to her ankles. She played with her throbbing clit and imagined being fed again like last night, and then fucked, and then fed again until she lost consciousness to her overfull belly.

She didn’t last long, and when she came, it was explosive, soaking her pants, the floor, and even the wall across from her. When Kelly stopped seeing stars, and managed to regain herself, she sheepishly cleaned up the best she could, and used the sink to wipe her face clean. She felt ashamed, but that shame was quickly drowned by another wave of horniness. She waved it away. She had to get out of there.

She called a cab and made it home. The cab driver shot a disapproving look at Kelly exposed belly and soaked pants, but otherwise said nothing. Her cheeks flushed hot with shame, and yet make wanted nothing more than to touch herself again.

When she arrived home she opened and closed the front door quietly, not wanting to wake her roommate. Kelly just needed this day to be done so she could collapse into bed. The universe had other plans for her though. Her roomate appeared as if from nowhere. “Kelly! I stayed up to make sure you got home ok.” She took a quick glance at Kelly’s soaked pants and ruined blouse. “Fuck,” she said. “I would have gone out with him if I knew he could do THAT.” She took a moment to take a longer look at Kelly and noticed her distended belly. “Damn girl, it was one night, how did he knock you up already?”

Kelly quickly pulled her blouse closed as best she could as hot tears stung her eyes. Without another word, she bolted upstairs to her room, and slammed the door behind her. She flopped on the the bed, and she wanted to cry from her roommates comments…. But there was something she wanted to do more. Once again, as if in a frenzy, Kelly ripped her pants off and fingered herself. She thought about how disgusted the cabby had seemed, and how obvious it was to the world that she had been such a pig the night before. She thought about her roommates teasing, which led to a thought of her rubbing Kelly’s upset tummy, which led to… another earth shattering orgasm. Once again she soaked her sheets and bedding, but it had taken everything out of her, and Kelly fell into her second coma of the night.

[la-petitmortss]

Least favorite ballet move?

"Oh god, alright so I love my job, I love the artistry and athleticism, and I've been known to be bit obsessive and a perfectionist on occasion." Understatement of the century. "But if I had a time machine I would go back in time and stab the french fucker who created gargouillades. Its this stupid little jump where you look like you're trying to shake both shoes off midair, it's not cute, its not even like impressive looking when you do them right. Its gross and I hate it and there is never a need to put one in your variation, literally number one choreographer red flag, especially if you're doing it as like a gotcha. Genuinely fuck off." She smiles. "Also I hate excessively long lifts with new/weaker partners, they are always so like hesitant and half-assed and that's how I end up on the floor. Oh - and this is probably a hot take but I'm just not a Balanchine girlie. Like its boring and I hate how angular the lines are. Except for Serenade. And Jewels. Otherwise, over it."

( see attached tiktok re gargs - https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR3GBKgG/ )

[gaypeachboy]

Tonight was a disaster to be honest. I wanted to have a fun night out - was planning on getting drunk at my friend Val’s birthday party and then going to the club downtown for my other friend Taha’s birthday. Everything was fine up until we got to the bus stop to go downtown; I started feeling really nauseous. I then got on the bus and almost immediately had to pee, and was also heavily intoxicated at that point so I couldn’t shut the fuck up about it to my friends. We get to the club (rhymes with robarazzi) and the line is around the fucking block. Like it was LONG, we likely never would’ve gotten in if we had stood at the back. I looked over and was so furious and frustrated I literally screamed at the line “if you’re straight go home” which i am embarrassed by but also do still stand by 🤒. My friend Richie’s friends are near the front of the line so he sticks with them while me and the others try to find a place to pee. We find this outdoor urinal but you can literally see through the barrier and my pee shy ass could not deal with that. So we go back to the line at paparazzi, but when I try to join Richie, one of his friends starts giving me major sass, just being quite rude to me which is somewhat understandable because I was cutting into line with them but also it was pretty unnecessary and made me feel like shit tbh. Whatever I end up cutting the line anyways and when I go inside I bolt to the bathroom, but end up having to wait in line for like 10 minutes because some motherfucker was TEARING UP that stall. Once I finally got in the pressure of having like 10 people waiting for me to finish and hearing them all talk about how much they had to pee was too much for me and I still couldn’t pee, so I ran outside and found an alley to piss in and when I tell you it felt AMAZING, that would be an understatement 😩 I go back to the club and start dancing with the girlies. A few songs in im having a good time, but my shoe comes untied. I go to this corner near the DJ booth to tie it and bend down to the ground. All of the sudden I feel a hand lift the back of my shirt like 2/3 of the way up, and when I look up, I just see an absolutely disgusting man in his 50s and woman around the same age looking down at me. I said “what the fuck” and then the woman said “sorry we were just curious”. Like what the actual fuck. Wow. So that totally kills my vibe and I ask uzay to go talk outside. We talk for a little bit and then the others come out and all talk about stuff together. I end up feeling quite a bit better go back inside and honestly was having a lot of fun again. Eventually tho this REALLY hot guy came over and danced specifically with me !! But he kinda disappeared after like a minute and I didn’t know why. Well right before we left I saw him with some random bitch sitting in a corner of the club and they were looking really cozy 🙄 so I don’t know what was up with that but yeah. After that we bussed home, some bitch was puking behind one of the chairs and I leaned against the electricity box the whole time. Classic 1 AM bus vibes. Uzay and I walked home, and now I’m laying here in bed at 2:07 typing this out. I think I’m going to take a break again from alcohol. I don’t feel like it’s really benefiting my life in any way. Has just been giving me a lot more anxiety and making me feel gross. I also don’t like being embarrassing in public, I think this was a bit of a learning lesson for me. Anyways I’m going to try to get some sleep now, and hopefully I won’t puke tonight 🤟🏻

[searchingforgravity]

Santa Baby - Day 8 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Your and Elvis' love life is blossoming quickly as you get more and more comfortable with each other in the bedroom. It's Christmas and Elvis introduces one of his hidden kinks in a Christmas present he got for you.

TW: Sex, Smut, Oral (male receiving), role play, dirty talk, voyeurism

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 2121

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you enjoy today's story, and happy reading!

Elvis pulls you in his arms as he grabs the last present from under the tree. He leans down, his lips ghosting over your neck as he inhales the perfume you are wearing. You know it's his favorite perfume on you, he had even asked you if you could wear it today, he liked smelling it so much. The two of you have been together for a little over a year now and were having sex every day, multiple times a day. You were in the stage of your relationship where you couldn't keep your hands off each other, and you were loving every second of it. You lean back into him as he threads his fingers through yours.

"Alright, honey, go on and open it," he whispers against your ear, kissing your cheek softly. You tear open the wrapping paper and open the plain cardboard box, completely stumped when you see what's inside. There is a nurse looking dress that you hold up along with a stethoscope, a thermometer, and an ice pack. "E, what is all this stuff?" you ask, confusion clear on your face. "W-well, you know how we've been a little...adventurous in the bedroom lately?" Your cheeks flush slightly from his words. A little is a gross understatement. Fucking each other silly was more accurate. "Yeah...I know," you muse, your mind suddenly getting lost in the image of his face when he orgasms; the sight forever inked in your head. "Well...there are a few things that I wanted to try out, if you wanted to," he mumbles, his fingers absentmindedly running circles on your forearm. "What kinds of things?" you question, your curiosity peaking. "Well," he clears his throat softly as he adjusts his seating position on the floor. "I uh...I have this fantasy where I-I'm a patient and you're a nurse takin' care a me," he groans at just saying his kink out loud, envisioning it in his mind. Your cheeks flush softly at hearing him say this, but a surge of heat runs through you; his words getting you hot and bothered. "Really? That's your fantasy?" you sigh out, your hand trailing along his arm, your back still to him. "mhm," he murmurs, his lips returning to your neck. "Do you wanna try it out?" you whisper.

After hearing you say you're willing to try it, he bursts with excitement. You change into the nurses outfit he bought for you and put the stethoscope around your neck. You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror as you wait for Elvis to get ready on the bed. You turn in your dress and your ass is barely covered, the dress is so short. You smirk as you get an idea, getting situated in your role. "Okay honey, I'm ready," Elvis calls out, and you walk out into the bedroom.

The bedroom is dimly lit and he has himself covered from the waist down with a blanket, feigning the look of pain on his face. When he sees you in your skimpy nurse outfit, he can't help but groan out loud, making you quirk your eyebrow mischievously as you walk up to the side of the bed. "Hello Mr. Presley, my name is miss (y/l/n), I'll be taking care of you today. What seems to be the problem?" He adjusts his position on the bed, looking up at you with lust blown eyes. "W-well, miss, you see, I was just goin' about my day as usual when all the sudden, I have this terrible pain," he mumbles, giving you puppy dog eyes. You look him up and down, and see a visible bulge just below his waist, sticking out through the blanket. "I see," you breathe, leaning down closer to him. "And where is this pain located, Mr. Presley?" you ask, feigning ignorance. "Well, ma'am, I-I have a terrible pain comin' from my groin area. It came about a few hours ago. Feels like it's gonna just burst at any second," he groans, giving you a look so innocent you almost laugh out. "Alright well, we'll take a look at that in just a minute, first let's get your heart rate," you say, bringing the stethoscope to his chest. "Mr. Presley, could you please remove your shirt for me?" a smirk forming on your lips despite yourself. "Yes ma'am," he grins, seeing you enjoying this.

After he removes his shirt, you hum at the sight of him. "Off the record, Mr. Presley, your body is in very good form. You're very pleasing to look at," you muse running your hand up his slightly hairy chest. He chuckles at this. "Now miss (y/l/n), I'm not gonna hafta report you, am I?" You hum again in thought. "If you would like to, but something tells me you're not going to be thinking about that by the time you're done here."

After bringing the cold metal to his chest, he hisses softly, arching his back to meet your touch. You push him back down telling him he needs to rest, and he rolls his eyes, a smirk forming on his mouth. You trail your hands down his body, pretending to check for any sensitive spots before gently pulling the blanket down his waist. You are surprised to see he's not wearing any pants or underwear underneath."Oh yes, I see the issue here," you say, gently prodding at his impossibly hard erection. He can't control the groan that escapes his lips at your prodding. "You have a serious case of blue balls. Not to worry though, I am very trained in this department," you breathe bringing your hand gently grasp his throbbing member. He sucks in a harsh breath at your actions. "Oh I bet you are, sweetheart," he groans, breaking character. "Excuse me Mr. Presley, I will not have that kind of talk from you! Do you want my help or not?" You scold and he gasps as you remove your hand from his erection. "Y-Yes, I do. I'm sorry ma'am, I'll stay quiet," he says quickly, needing to feel your hand on him again. "Good," you mumble, bringing your hand back to his cock, spreading his pre-cum around the tip with the pad of your thumb. "Hm, it looks like we're going to have to make you orgasm in order to make you feel better. Is this okay with you?" You glance at him with devilish eyes. His gaze on you is so hooded his eyes are almost closed. Seeing you like this is almost too much to handle. "Fuck, yes. Do whatever you need to," he groans, his eyes not leaving yours.

You nod as you bring your mouth to just his tip, swirling your tongue around it, teasing him. "Oh God," he groans, throwing his head back against the pillows. You moan on his dick, slightly rubbing your thighs together for some friction. You bring one hand to his balls, massaging them softly as your other hand rests of his thigh. You breathe in as you slowly take him in your mouth, inch by inch until his tip is resting at the back of your throat. He gasps out as he places his hands on the top of your head, but you are quick to push them off, pulling your mouth away from him. "Mr. Presley, please do not touch me while I'm working. Keep your hands to yourself like a good boy," you order, making him groan out of frustration, but obeying you nonetheless.

You are quick to start sucking him off at a fast pace after this, causing him to grip desperately at the bedsheets underneath him. You take him deeper, causing him to hit the back of your throat as you gag around him. "Jesus Christ, mama," he moans, his hands gripping the sheets so hard you think he might make a tear in them. This causes you to pick up the pace, moaning onto his cock. He tries raising his hips to buck into you but you quickly bring your hands to pin his waist down, preventing him form continuing. Of course he could've overpowered you but, truthfully, he was loving this side of you. Seeing you take control is enough for him to cum right then and there. You start trailing your tongue along the bugling veins on his dick and he cries out at the feeling. You know he is close so you bring your hand o his balls again, massaging them at a quicker pace as you drag out your movements on his member, stopping for a short period of time when he was stuffed all the way down your throat. His legs start to shake at this, strangled moans falling from his lips. "Shit, baby, I'm gonna cum," he whines, his knuckles now white from gripping the sheets. You moan around his cock at this, and it throws him over the edge. You look up at his through your lashes as he throws his head back, a shout coming from his mouth as his cum shoots down your throat.

As you pull him out of you, you lick up his cock one last time, causing him to shudder as you trail your way up his chest. "How are you feeling, Mr. Presley?" you question, lust lacing your voice. He laughs at this. "So much better sweet heart," he sighs kissing you on the mouth. "Good. Now that you are feeling better, I want you to do something for me," you breathe. "Of course, sweet heart, I'll do anything," he whispers back. You smirk to yourself before saying "I want you to watch me touch myself."

His mouth nearly hangs open at this. "O-Okay," he groans, already getting worked up again. You get up from the bed and bring one of his lounge chairs to sit in front of him for a clear view as he bites his lip, scooting up on the bed for a better view. You grab the stethoscope from the bed, bringing it with you to the chair as you sit on your knees, bending forward so he has a clear view of your soaking pussy. "Jesus," he groans lowly, his dick already getting hard again. Slowly, you bring the metal instrument to your core, the coldness of the metal making you gasp out. "Fuck," you whimper, gently circling your clit with the cold metal, the feeling sending shock waves through you. "Oh my God, mama. Ya' look so fuckin' good," he grunts, and you can tell he's lazily touching himself.

A whine escapes your lips as you enter a finger into yourself, the stethoscope still working on your clit. Then, agonizingly slow to give Elvis a show, you start fucking back into your finger. You hear him release a string of profanities as this, his breathing becoming quicker. You bite your lip harshly as you enter another finger, a loud moan escaping you at this. Increasing the speed, you buck into your hand desperately now, groaning Elvis' name. "Fuck baby, I need ya'" he moans, getting up from the bed as he takes the stethoscope away from you, grasping at your hips. You don't fight back as he positions himself at your entrance, shoving himself inside you at a fast pace. You gasp, grabbing onto his hand for support as he fucks into you at a relentless pace, your moans quickly filling the room. You bring your hand to your clit, rubbing furiously as he spanks your ass a few time. "Such a good fuckin' slut for me. Fuck, ya feel so good," he grunts, now pulling your hips back to meet his thrusts.

You feel your orgasm quickly approaching as you grip onto the side of the chair for dear life. "Oh, oh fuck Elvis! Oh my god!," you yell loudly, on the edge of sanity. "Mh, you gonna cum for me? I feel ya' so tight 'round me. Cum for me, mama," he grunts as he brings his hand to your clit, replacing yours. He feels you clench around him harshly as your orgasm overtakes you, a soft scream falling from your lips. He holds you tight against him as he buries himself deep inside you, a second orgasm taking over his body.

After you come down from your high, you nearly collapse on the chair, but Elvis is quick to catch you, holding you up as he pulls you back against him, kissing your neck gently. "Damn baby, that was so hot," he murmurs. You can only nod in agreement, leaning your head back against he shoulder as you try catching your breath. "We should role play more often," you finally breathe out and he hums in agreement.

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[chil2de]

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — sakusa kiyoomi.

no. the msby manager and sakusa kiyoomi are not dating. there is no correlation between you and the crimson scratches that adorn his back.

a/n: first proper omi piece hope he sounds hot tbh. i love writing him as a jackass :^)

tags: secret relationships / dating, voyeurism, public sex wheyyy, fucking in the locker room cause we’re hot like that, kiyoomi is a prick, degradation, slight size kink, underwear stuffing lmfao, cockwarming kinda, hickeys / love bites + marking in general, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, slight thigh riding, almost getting caught fucking lmao, choking, creampies

w.c: prob about 1.4k

edit: THE ENDING IS NOT IMPLIED CHEATING LMFAOOOO

Sakusa Kiyoomi is tired.

It’s evident in the way he handles you. It’s evident in the way his eyelids flutter shut, brows screwing and a strained moan spills out of him when your pussy clamps down onto his cock. It’s because it is wholly your duty, as the MSBY manager, to ensure that the players are at their best. It so just turns out that you’ve managed to find a soft spot for Sakusa.

To the public and to the press most certainly, it’s ‘Just my manager. Nothing more, nothing less.’ You’ve heard thousands, though that could be considered a gross understatement, of the sheer amount of rumours. Questions. Photographs. Videos, even. Each and every single one of them have been shut down.

You and Sakusa Kiyoomi are not dating. There is no way around it. There is no concrete proof, either.

“When you beg me for my cock like that? It’s embarrassing.” Sakusa seethes, corner of his lip threatening to curl into a smirk because it is just so, so amusing to him. How wet and fucking desperate his sweet little manager gets for him.

“Are you cockhungry? Because I don’t get it. I fucked you just this morning, and you wanna go again? Sheesh. Trying to make me late for work or what?” Sakusa inquires, eyebrow curled up in contempt and his middle finger eases back into your cunt, swallowing him in so so easily. Sakusa’s tongue is nothing short of rude and blunt, his words slicked over in condescension as per usual. His digit gets absorbed into your plush, gummy walls and your pussy sucks him in down to the knuckle.

“Aren’t you worried that people will be suspicious? If we’re both late?”

You and Sakusa Kiyoomi are most certainly not dating. Sakusa Kiyoomi isn’t in love with you. He laughed outright at the idea when a reporter came up to him, straight up pulled his mask down and laughed into the microphone.

“I’m not interested in women like her. She’s too disobedient and bratty for my tastes.”

Sakusa Kiyoomi likes his women the same way he likes his private affairs, quiet and respectful. Wants a woman that’ll listen to him, and he’ll listen to her. Everything comes full circle in the end, and everyone’s happy.

That’s why Sakusa loathes reasoning with you. When you whimper and scream around his cock, begging him to fuck you more, that you really really do ‘Need him, so so bad’. And all he’ll ever respond with is, “No, you don’t. You don’t need me to function. You just want my cock.”

And that’s why you loathe reasoning with him. When he gets antsy, desperate for your touch— to feel the slick of your warm cunt around his shaft, and he just can’t wait to get home and pound all his frustrations into you. Whenever sometimes he’s almost off the rails, sanity and his pride hanging in the balance and Sakusa’s about to risk it all— put your months of a secret relationship under jeopardy because he’s too horny.

It’s happened once, and it’ll happen again. After a late night match when most of the crowd had gone home, and very few reporters happened to be buzzing around the place. The other team were just about getting ready to leave and go home, but the MSBY wouldn’t be the MSBY if it weren’t for two certain energetic opposite hitters that were on for extra practice. Hence, no one really batted an eye at you taking a seat on Sakusa’s lap. You’ve done it a few times before, balanced out the equation by begrudgingly sitting on Atsumu’s and Hinata’s lap, too. Sakusa was quick to give you an earful about that once you two got home, of course in the form of making you cry and squirm around his thick cock.

Sakusa’s digits trained themselves on the hem of your skirt, his solid and heavy torso aligned with your vertebrae perfectly. You remember swatting his prying digits away, scoffing and digging your boot into his leg so that he’d stop screwing around.

“Get off me, then.” Sakusa murmured with a small scoff, tearing his face away from your neck and summoning all his courage to not kiss it.

“No. Contrary to your shitty personality, you make for a great seat.” You retorted, shifting your bare cunt around Sakusa’s thighs. You whimpered and gasped a little when you managed to seat yourself so that your clit hugged his toned leg just right.

“Last time I checked, people usually sit on seats with their underwear still on. Did you forget to wear yours this morning?” Sakusa monotoned, bouncing his right leg up and down and grinding his muscle into your clit. The fabric of his shorts rode up, leaving your wet slick staining and smearing against Sakusa’s bare thigh. His hands dug into your waist cruelly, fingertips crushing and he bit back a choked groan.

“My underwear is in my bag, Omi.” You choked out thickly, swallowing the knot in your throat. When you tried to straighten yourself to alleviate the pressure that Sakusa kept steadily applying to your clit— he just seized your lower half and pulled you back down. You were forced to endure the teasing, that apparently he was teaching you a lesson because you knew better than to try to screw him in front of his team mates.

It didn’t seem to be a very long lived lesson, because he ended up shifting his track jacket off— placing it over your lap and pulling it around so that no one would be able to see that his shorts were partially off; dick stuck out and sheathed inside your warm cunt. Though, to prove a point, he stated that he wouldn’t finish fucking you if you even tried as much as bouncing yourself off his dick. Proved to be effective, because you were quietly sobbing the entire time for him, complaining about how sore and wide your cunt felt in a bittersweet sensation.

So far, Sakusa’s fought his demons valiantly, time after time. The amount of days he could count where Atsumu was trying to rub you the wrong way with his awful dialect and shitty jokes. You’re civilised and a nice human being, not like Sakusa who would just tell his teammate to shut up. You will never understand his ache, the pure and unadulterated desire that Sakusa withheld where he just wanted to pick you up by the collar of your shirt and smash his lips onto yours.

It’s in the way Sakusa’s fans will peer up at him with their big doe-eyed gazes, orbs glossing over in appreciation and glorifying him as some sort of deity— looking at him as though they cannot and will not try to see anything greater. It pisses him off, scowl thick under his surgical mask because all he can do is nod nonchalantly, sometimes not speaking at all, and his dark eyes bore into your frame in the distance. You offer him an apologetic smile but he dismisses it with an eye roll, because what good will that do him?

What good will it do him when he’s currently leaned against the dripping wet shower tiles, head tilted back and eyes screwed painfully shut? When his cock is balls deep inside you, your eyes wide and his palms stuffed into your mouth because you can’t whimper, let alone make a singular sound?

God. The absolute fucking horror. Sakusa was so sure that everyone on his team had gone home, and here come Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto— all screeching and laughing in the changing rooms. The worst offenders of them all, and the best part is that the raven-hair has to physically lift you up and keep you just a little bit off the ground. Why? Because of whatever corporate demon that decided to design the lockers with a) a joint shower and b) stalls that didn’t reach all the way down.

Sakusa can lie about the peeking hickey that threatens to jump out of the line of his shirt, say that he slept weird or that he just ‘bruises easily’ and no one will bat an eye. But when there’s another pair of feet in a shower stall? There’s not much that’s up for debate.

But you can see the conflict in Sakusa’s gaze. His heavy, clouded gaze and his eyebrows are knit— lips downturned into a small frown of thought. He’s thinking, analysing the best way to get out of this. Truth be told, he doesn’t see much difficulty in supporting your weight. It’s nothing to him, and the thought alone makes you flutter around his cock. In response to your walls tightening, he screws his face at you as though to scold you for abruptly ruining his concentration. And yet? He slowly, very slowly, pulls himself out until only his tip kisses the entrance of your cock before slamming in. The loud and obscure slap of his balls leaves both of you wincing, but there’s no indication from the rest of the team to signify that they heard.

So maybe. Maybe he should think of a way to get out of this, but every single lingering second of his eyes scanning your body lead to tantalising and mischievous thoughts that plant into his brain.

You’re so distracting to Sakusa. Every fibre of your being oozes of an emotion that he can’t quite put a word on. You’re eye candy to him, with the way your legs tangle at his waist, arms interlocked and straddling him around the neck. It’s the way you bat your pretty lashes at him, head slightly tilted in curiosity and you’re trying to figure him out. Sakusa loves when you do that, as though you could ever comprehend what he’s thinking inside his brain.

He knows you’re impatient, he’d be stupid not to realise with the way you keep angling and grinding the base of your hips against his cock. Attempting to rut his shaft and drag him around your walls, since you can’t really bounce with half your back propped up and resting against the stall door. Sakusa’s earlier point of you being a disobedient brat kicks in when you start biting down onto his digits, brows creased and you pant around him. It’s like you want to get caught.

Sakusa’s free hand flies to your throat, thudding your head against the door with a small bang. And fuck, your wet pussy clenches around him like a vice. You’re so filthy for him, always have been. He wants to tell you that, but he can’t.

“‘S that Omi? Ya okay in there, dude?” Atsumu calls out, rounding the corner and his tone’s thick with concern.

“I’m fine. Go away.” Sakusa barks, tone vicious and leaving no room for remorse. The last thing Sakusa wants is Atsumu on the other side of the same door where he’s fucking into his own god damn girlfriend.

“‘Kay well fuck ya too then. Was just tryin’ to be nice.”

“Good for you.”

“Yea! It is good for me, ‘cos I’m a decent human being. Ain’t all moody n depressed like you are.”

“Just fuck off, Miya.”

“Yeah, okay.” Atsumu murmurs, dejected. “‘S fine. Omi’s on his man period again. Nuthin unusual.”

So maybe from your past experiences you’d learn, learn that you two really should just wait until you get home.

But that doesn’t stop either of you, why would it?

Doesn’t stop Sakusa from stuffing your soaked, damp panties into your mouth cause you’re babbling like a little bitch whenever you’re fucked with your legs bent up. You can both hear the deafening screeches of volleyball shoes kicking against laminated floors outside, but here you are. Crying and sniffling, puffy and abused cunt filled wide to the brim with Sakusa’s dick— his warm cum trailing down the sides of his shaft and pooling in excess onto the bench below.

Sakusa Kiyoomi is not dating you, but maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll finally throw in the towel and say he doesn’t give a shit about the press.

That’s how you find yourself, back of his car and you feel the crisp metal of Sakusa’s wedding ring glide against your swollen clit.

reblog or i WILL punch u.

©atsuwh0res 2021.

[waluigis-837th-testicle]

more fluffy nyo rusame thoughts since yall liked the last one so much

Anya mandating when they watch movies. makes alfred sit down to watch cheesy new year and Christmas movies with her.

"All they're doing is yelling."

"yes! it is russian rom-com!"

also makes him change clothes before they go to the ethnic grocery store because she will not be embarrassed in front of the checkout girl no way no how alfred put on this calvin klein outfit you dress like old man on golf course.

Anya has a million petnames for Alfred. Fedka. Fedya. Milyi (sweetie). Daragoi (dearest).

if, for some reason, alfred has Fucked Up he does the only reasonable thing and hands over his MasterCard. she proceeds to drain his bank account at the Gucci store and treats her sisters to lunch.

Alfred knows how to braid hair and helps Anya braid her hair into high-fantasy princess styles.

"you look like a game of thrones character!!"

"i want to be the dragon girl."

"oh you're definitely the dragon girl"

they!!! talk!!! about!!! space!!!! a LOT!!!!

honestly them stargazing someplace in Montana on a road trip sounds....so fucking good. G O D

alfred is still mourning pluto. anya thinks he's silly. alfred mourns harder

they both have huge sweet tooths.

they would share a dessert with two spoons but let's face it, they're both too greedy for that shit.

i feel like they're both gamers. they visit each other's minecraft farms and animal crossing villages :')

me n the wife cuddlin in the gamer chair

one time alfred made anya hot cocoa when she was on her period and she cried :')

she's not used to people being nice to her like that

"is that :'( whipped cream?"

"yeah, do you not like it? jeez, i didn't mean to make you cry i can make another batch if you want"

"no :') it's perfect"

anya is taller than alfred i do not make the rules

how comically large the size difference is between them depends on you

she still steals his clothes :3 her favorite is this red flannel with a detachable hood that smells like him

and yes. she's sent him nudes with her wearing it

alfred gases her up when she's about to go out. whether it's for a business trip or a girl's night, he wants her to know that she looks like a baddy and he's proud of her

more often than not he's her photographer for nights when she wants to post selfies

once when Alfred is having a bad day, Anya constructed a pillowfort and they binge-watched the Star Wars prequels and cuddled in it. Alfred got to have his hair played with (WITH acrylic nails) while lying on the softest boobs this side of the prime meridian. to say he was in paradise was a gross understatement

in the same vein, they're both HUGE fans of any and all kinds of sci-fi. Star Wars, Isaac Asimov's writings, Battlestar Galactica, Planet of Storms, Solaris, ANYTHNG by Ursula K. Le Guin, etc.

honestly?? they just really love and respect each other. girlboss x malewife but they're both autistic nerds who love the sky and Hershey's chocolate. we stan