#now i was thinking about how he said that people with pussy can pee standing and acted like we were all just too weak/stupid..

[kissycat]

Thinking about this guy I was in a discord server with in the covid days who was as if lab engineered to piss me off specifically... It has literally been 3 years since our last communiqué but I still sometimes remember his takes and behaviour and seethe to myself... Which is unenlightened behaviour on my end I know

[quackisinnit]

Men in Black au! with Dream, George, Sapnap, Karl, Quackity, c!Technoblade, and Wilbur

Notes: this is for 900 clebration:)) THIS IS SO LONG DKSHS. also i wrote this cause i watched men in black:international the other day

Genre: fluff, romantic, they/them

Warnings: mentions of guns, bombs

Dream

when you first started working with him, he was very friendly and would teach you anything you needed to know

like where the guns are, etc

but from time to time he would be unintentionally flirty

or just make flirtatious comments (sometimes intentional)

"you look good in a suit y/n😌"

"i always wear a suit but thank you"

everytime you hugged or shaked hands after a succesful mission, his touch would always linger

like he would hug you for much longer than anticipated

it would make you flustered but you just brushed it off

soon dream made flirty comments all the time

like all the time

you both layed down on the ground and took deep breaths, that alien was terrifying. "you know, you looked good whole fighting that thing earlier."

"what?"

"nothing."

this kept on going until you (sorta) catched on to what he was doing

"clay, do you like me?" you said out of the blue. "what? no- our relationship is strictly professional and platonic."

yeah you didn't believe him

and he didn't himself

but then again, he said it himself,

he doesn't like you, right?

okay maybe a little bit

he finally confessed when he thought it the was the end for both of you

the alien threw you against the wall, roaring loudly. it ringed through your ears, causing you to yelp. the alien grabbes clay with its other hand and raised him above its mouth.

"y/n since this is the end," clay yelled, "i want you to know that i like you! a lot!"

you looked at him shocked, you opened your mouth to say something but the creature's scream of pain cut you off. your other colleagues had come to save the both of you.

you both watched as they brought the alien back to where it came from.

"so, you like me?"

"uh, yeah. i really, really do."

"good, cause i feel the same." you smile and kiss clay's cheek.

George

he would act very prim and proper

and he'd want you to act the same

he would do little things like fixing your tie, fixing your hair, etc

but on missions he would be very rowdy and make bad decisions from time to time but still calm

"y/n, let's drink with them!"

"but what if the-"

"i heard a yes, let's go."

but then the bad guys showed up

"i told you they'd come!" you said with a slightly panicky voice.

"don't worry, the alien is safe and we just need to get out of here. let me think of a plan."

and boom with george's calmness and smartness you survived😎

but you both got a warning cause you drank on the job-

anyways,

he started acting strange after a few months of working with you

for example, everytime you passed him a weapon his hand would rouch yours

and he would just blush and continue what he was doing

you wouldn't really notice tho since he was subtle with it

george finally confessed after a mission

"get yourselves cleaned up at the headquarters."

"yes ma'am." you both said synchronously. once you were both back at the headquarters, george tapped your shoulder. "uh- so i really like you, can we go on a date?"

you just looked at him, not saying a word. george started to feel more nervous, thinking he did something wrong. "it's fine if you don't want to, i understa-"

"no no no no george, i wanna go on a date with you." george just smiles and grabs your hand, caressing it.

Sapnap

as soon as you became partners, you both got really close a your personalities just matched

anyways, every mission crazy and very chaotic

sapnap cracks jokes all the time

"oh my god, is this alien pussy??"

"sapnap... I THINK SO!!"

its so fun working with him

at the start of your relationship, he made flirty comments here and there

but the longer you both knew eachother, he made flirty comments all the time, like dream

"sooooooo has anyone told you how hot you were earlier?"

"i mean- no? we literally almost got eaten alive"

"well since no one's said it, you looked pretty hot earlier"

for some reason he likes saying those comments everytime your both about to die

or when the situation is just bad

"hey you look pretty attractive right now..."

"SAPNAP SHUT UP AND GIVE ME THE GUN, WE'RE GONNA DIE??!??!?!"

"WHY ARE YOU SAYING THIS NOW SAPNAP"

but when he confessed it was during a normal time

you were both talking about a mission you had to do in a few days

and sapnap just blurted it out

"okay so we have to be in paris next week. i think we should ask-"

"i like you y/n. a lot, with my whole heart" you smiled, "i like you too." sapnap smiled and and leaned in, "can i kiss you?" you just nod and bring him closer to your chest.

Karl

people called you and karl childish and immature during work

but in reality he just made lots of jokes and you both laughed easily💀💀

missions with karl are very fun

fun but at the same time serious

like he thinks very quickly

so if your ever in danger, karl will be there to help

but after you both make jokes directed at each other

"you were the one that dropped the bomb"

"you would've died if i didn't save you🙄"

but its all light hearted and you care for each other

anyways he started to act more serious and calm around you

sometimes nervous

like after every mission you hug

and everytime you both do it you could just feel karl's heart beating so fast

"karl are you alright? you're heart is beating really fast"

"oh uh- yeah. just shocked from the mission and all"

he would also ask you if you're hurt/okay way more

"oh god y/n, are you alright?"

"yeah it's just a scratch"

"okay, if you're hurt just tell me"

he confessed while you were both undercover during a mission

you both sat in the cafe, eyeing the alien that disguised itself as a human. "psst, y/n."

"what is it?" you say, not taking your eyes off the creature. "i like you." karl says quietly. as if he was a kid whispering a secret. for the first time, you take your eyes off the alien.

you look at him, mouth agape. you smirk and chuckle, "so do i." karl smiles and starts giggling, you reciprocate this. "now let's go back to- WAIT WHERE ARE THEY?"

Quackity

chaotic but at the same time quiet duo

during missions its crazy and some times gets out of hand

but at the headquarters/office, you're both very proper and organized

its just so that you both get assigned into more missions together tbh KSHSJ

missions with him is just

*chefs kiss*

one time you were both fighting the alien and somehow he convinced them for a break?????

"HEY WAIT WAIT. i have to piss, let's take a break"

alien: "piss? break?"

"i have to pee."

and the alien just agreed!?!??????!?!

SO YOU JUST STOOD THERE, WAITING FOR HIM TO COME BACK

AND THE ALIEN JUST SAT ON THE GROUND

fortunately, he came back quickly

"okay, i'm back, let's do this😎"

in the end you both won

cause he's alex quackity, what do you expect?

soon he started to act very nervous at random occasions

like you were both just talking about a recent mission you both just done

and you complimented him on defeating the alien

"that was so cool alex!!"

and he just stands there like 🧍‍♂️ "thank you y/n"

HE'S JUST SO FLUSTERED KSJSK

and it's not like your first time complimenting him

he just started acting like this out of nowhere

he confessed while you were doing a mission

you were in the passenger's seat, holding onto dear life. "alex, slow down!" he just glances at you in disbelief. "slow down? we're gonna die if i do slow down!"

after a few turns, you reached a long road with a fiver at the end. alex looked aroud to find another road for you to go on to avoid drowning. unfortunately, there was none.

the buttons that cotrolled the car currently weren't working. so you kept on pushing them. "y/n, before we die, i wanna say something!"

"we're not gonna di- oh nevermind, what is it?" you yelled. "i like you!"

all you could do was to push the buttons more aggresively, hoping to get out alive. to your surprise, the car started to float of the ground.

once you had both reached the sky, you both started clapping and cheering. "lets go!"

"we did it y/n holy shit"

"so... you like me?"

"what? no, i didn't say that. what do you me-"

"its fine alex. i like you too"

Technoblade

he would be quiet and professional

also a little intimidating

like on your first mission he did almost all the work

and in a way you were kinda his assistant

at first you thought this was how missions worked

1 leader and 1 follower/assistant

but then you talked to your colleagues about your missions with him and they told you it was meant to be 2 partners, not leader and assistant

so you confronted techno about this

which left him a little surprised

cause he was the one supposed to confront people, not the other way around

this made him intrigued about you

so techno spent more time with you to learn more about you

which caused the both of you to get closer

when people saw this, they were really confused

cause he was so soft, caring, and nice around but around them he was cold and intimidating

but then techno started to act very flustered and nervous around you

he tried to hide it, but failed

like you would just be talking to him and he would just randomly act flustered

"okay so since he's in [street name], we should turn left to catch up." you said while holding onto the steering wheel. "uh huh..." techno just looked at you, not saying a word.

"techno? are you listening?"

"oh- uhm. yeah, sorry." he said as he opened the sunroof and got out his gun.

this kept happening so you decided to confront him about it

(the same way you first confronted him)

"techno, are you alright? everytime we're in a mission or just talking you seem really out of it"

"i'm fine, just tired."

which isnt true?? his whole brand was like staying up and still having enough energy for a mission

so you were suspicious but didnt think much of it

he confessed while you were at a diner talking about an upcoming mission

you drank some water and cleared your throat. "do you think we need a disguise?"

"uhm, i think we need to..."

"need to?" you waited for his answer. "i like you." he blurted out, looking down at the ground tp avoideye contact. all you could was smile, "i like you too techno, a lot."

technoblade looked back up to you slowly with a small smile but with a shocked expression. you cup his cheek from across the table and caress it, smiling.

Wilbur

he would be a combination of george and dream

prim, proper, and friendly

missions with him would be fun but still professional

he'd crack jokes all the time but at the same time he can finish the mission

idk why but for some reason he loves timing himself during missions

"aye y/n, we got 3 days and 7 hours! not as good as last time but still alright"

"wilbur why do you even keep track-"

anyways

all of a sudden, he started to be more messy during missions out of nowhere

like instead of having everything in control, everything would be out of place

one time you both almost let the alien escape

"wil are you alright? you've been a little off lately." he rubbed the back of his neck, "yeah, i'm fine, completely fine."

you were worried so from time to time you would ask him if he was alright

and he would always answer with the same thing

"i'm fine, y/n. don't worry about me"

or something along those lines

he confessed during an argument

"wil we could've died! we and many people could've died." wilbur paced around the room, rubbing his neck and running his hand through his hair from time to time.

"i know, i know."

"if you know then why did you do that?" you said, raising your voice. "because-"

"beacuse what wilbur? you're feeling a little tired but you're fine? wil please tell me what's goin-" you were yelling and your eyes started to become moist. "because i like you, y/n. so so much."

he cupped your face with both of his hands as his eyes began to moist as well. "i-i like you too wilbur." was all you managed to choke out. "but please be more careful. you promise?" wilbur placed his forehead on yours, "i promise."

[pinkczennie]

Dirty Mind | Yuta (m)

Part of this playlist fic!

Pairing: Yuta x female reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2k

Warnings: 18+ only, mature language, explicit sexual content, protected sex

 She’s got a dirtier mind than my mouth. 

Holy fuck, the man is hot as hell. I’d let him absolutely rail the shit out of me, you thought to yourself when a mutual friend of yours, Mark, first introduced you to his friend, Yuta, after a victorious soccer game. 

“Nice to meet you, y/n,” he smiles, showing off his pearly teeth, as he extends his hand out for you.

His long, black hair tied in a low ponytail that you imagine threading your fingers in between to pull on, and his long fingers painted with black nail polish that you want shoved knuckles deep in your pussy. 

You can’t believe you’re having such impure thoughts about someone you just met, but you couldn’t help yourself in the presence of such an attractive person.  

“Nice to meet you too, Yuta,” you take his hand in yours and shake hands.

When his attention is no longer on you because someone else came to congratulate Yuta on his win, you continued to gaze at him from afar until you felt a nudge against your arm, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts.

“Hey, are you staring at Yuta?” Haechan asks as he follows the direction of your eyes.

“What? No, I wasn’t,” you quickly deny, hiding your flustered face.

“Oh my god, you totally were!” he gasps.

You groan, “Okay, yes I was staring at him. Sheesh, I didn’t realize how obvious I was making it.”

“Holy shit, are you into Yuta?” he asks. 

“Maybe… god, he’s so hot,” you reply honestly. “He probably has a huge dick. Fuck, I would let that man rearrange my guts in all kinds of positions.”

“Ew, okay, I didn’t need to hear that,” he grimaces, disgusted. He wishes he didn’t have that visual in his head.

You meant it though. Bless Mark for introducing you to such a fine ass man. 

As a celebration for winning the game, his frat house throws him and the other soccer players that are in the fraternity a party. 

Thankfully, you had some connections, aka Mark and Haechan, so you only knew about the party through him and were able to get invited. 

Throughout the party, as you mingle with other people and some friends, you couldn’t help but occasionally search the crowd for a certain someone. 

Your eyes wander from people to people until you finally spot him with a beer can in his hand while chatting with his friends. Yuta sports a white tee and ripped black jeans, looking fine as always. 

Your head is empty besides the thought of riding Yuta’s thighs, staining his pants with your juices while he showers you with praises for being such a good girl. 

“Why don’t you just go up and talk to him instead of staring at him like a creep?” 

You look at Haechan with narrow eyes, “And say what?”

“I don’t know. ‘Hey I think you’re hot. Wanna fuck?’” he suggests.

“Are you crazy? I just met him like a few days ago, there’s no way I can say that.”

“I mean it’s better than just staring at him like a creep,” he mumbles.

Was I being creepy? You wonder and mentally slap yourself.

You tried, emphasis on ‘tried’, to keep your staring to a minimum of just a few quick glances, but unfortunately, you were not very good at being subtle with your staring because, damn, was it hard for you to look away from Yuta sometimes, so said man has caught you multiple times. He notices you staring at him, and honestly, you peaked his interest. He wonders what you are thinking about when you stare at him like that.

He finds it cute how you would awkwardly look away when Yuta catches you staring, your face turning a shade of pink pretending like he didn’t just catch you.

“Dude, she’s been staring at you all night,” Jungwoo states as he leans against Yuta. 

“Yeah, I know,” Yuta says as he takes a sip of his beer. “She’s pretty cute.”

“I can tell she’s into you. I even heard from Haechan that she talks about you.”

“Oh yeah?” Yuta perks up at this new information. “What does she say about me?”

“How you’re hot and that she’d let you rearrange her guts in all kinds of positions,” Jungwoo repeats Haechan’s words.

“Damn, that’s fucking hot,” Yuta mumbles as he bites the nail of his thumb to suppress the grin spreading across his face. 

“Why doesn’t she just make a move already? She’s practically making it obvious.” Jungwoo wonders.

Yuta doesn’t think you would dare approach him first, so Yuta knew he had to make the first move.

I want to be the person that you do it to

After way too many drinks, you needed to pee so you excuse yourself to search for the restroom. You’re pretty tipsy but you can walk a straight line, so you can manage yourself just fine. 

After using the restroom, you walk down the hallway, passing by the frat member’s rooms, and stopping dead in your tracks when something captures your attention.

You don’t mean to be intrusive and just walk into someone’s room, but when you notice a soccer jersey hung nicely on the wall with the last name ‘Nakomoto’ in full display, you realize this must be Yuta’s room. 

You peek around to see if anyone is looking before carefully making your way into his room and close the door halfway behind you. You won’t stay long enough for someone to see you in the room, but you just wanted to see what his room would be like. 

His room is quite simple, a bed, a desk, a laptop, a closet, and soccer gear scattered around his room. It was a little messy, like the blanket messily tossed on the bed, and some papers and textbook thrown around the floor, but honestly it was what you typically imagined a male college student’s room to look like. Honestly, it kind of just screams Yuta in your opinion.

You walk up to examine his soccer jersey, imagination running wild with thoughts of Yuta fucking you while you’re wearing his soccer jersey. 

Oh, what you would give to make that dream come true to let Yuta do nasty things to you until you’re fucked dumb. 

After examining his room and jersey, you turn around to leave but your heart almost leaps out of your chest when you see Yuta leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed around his chest staring intently at you. How long has he been standing there and how did you not even hear him?

 “Hey, you. Whatcha doin’ in my room?” The man asks.

“Oh...I-uh was just- um- I wanted to admire your jersey up close,” you laugh awkwardly, cringing at your very lame and probably unbelievable excuse, but it was the best thing you could come up with under pressure. 

“Oh really? What do you think about when you look at my jersey?” he asks as he slowly starts to approach you. 

You gulp when he’s getting closer and closer to you. “I just thought about how cool you were when you won that soccer game.”

“Oh really?” Yuta stops when he’s standing right in front of you, blocking you from any escape routes. “I think you’d look cute in it.”

Are you just hearing things or did Yuta just say what you think he just said? 

You blush, “O-oh, thanks.”

He unhooks his soccer jersey from the hanger and turns to you, “But you’d look even cuter wearing it while I rearrange your guts on my bed.”

You feel your heart skip a beat before your face turns beat red now as you stare up at him with wide eyes.

“So..I heard that you think I’m hot and you’d let me fuck you,” Yuta takes a step closer until his face is right in front of you, looking down at you with dark eyes, “Want to turn that fantasy into a reality with me?”

You feel yourself clench around nothing, and you feel something snap inside you. This devilishly handsome man right here is asking if you wanted to have sex, and who were you to say no? There was no way you were letting this opportunity pass. 

“Fuck, yes,” you breath out as your lips attack his in a hungry kiss. 

She just wants to fuck me all the time

That’s how you ended up in Yuta’s bed, wearing only his oversized soccer jersey, with your face down ass up, while his dick slams into your soaking cunt at an animalistic pace. 

Both your lips are swollen red from kissing and eating each other’s mouths. Your original clothes and his clothes are discarded all around the floor as you both try to strip as fast as possible. You get into his jersey while he rolls a condom on. 

The party is still going on outside but the door is locked, so no one can interrupt you two. But honestly, you and Yuta probably would not be opposed to leaving the door unlocked for someone to walk in on you while you’re in the middle of the deed. It just adds to the thrill of being caught. 

The blaring music from the living room helps drown out the sound of skin slapping against skin, the moans, and the bed creaking with every thrust.

His length is stretching your walls and filling you to the brim that you can feel every ridge of his dick. 

“Damn babe, you feel so good,” Yuta breathes. “Your pretty little pussy being stuffed full of my cock.”

“Y-yuta,” you whimper. 

“God, I could fuck you all day until you can’t walk for a week and you’re covered in my marks to let everyone know what a dirty little slut you are,” Yuta purrs.

The dirty talk is making you even more turned on. You can’t believe that this man is actually fucking you right now after fantisizing about this moment for so long. 

Yuta watches his member disappear inside of you as he thrusts forward. You look so small in just his jersey and he wants to absolutely ruin you. He couldn’t help but slap your bare butt, causing you to yelp.

You grip the bed sheets and throw your head back when Yuta repositions himself and brushes against a certain spot that had you seeing stars. The bundle of nerves in your lower stomach is ready to burst and you disregard any thoughts of holding back your voice. You were so overwhelmed with pleasure that you could cry. Your mind is clouded with lust and desire that you can’t think straight anymore.

“I’m close,” you breathe.

Yuta’s thrusts become even more harsh and his grip on your hips will surely leave marks. He bites his lips when he feels your walls squeezing around his dick because he feels his release coming soon as well.

With one final thrust, a silence scream escapes your lips as you release all over his cock while Yuta groans as he shoots his seeds inside the condom. 

You both pause for a moment, just catching your breaths while Yuta remains still inside of you. Your heads are spinning after that intense climax just now. You both stare at each other’s exhausted and sweaty state. 

After a few seconds, he pulls out of your entrance, leaving you feeling hollow and you whine a bit which makes Yuta chuckle. He discards the used condom into his trash bin and settles next to you on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. 

You turn to admire post sex Yuta, his hair stuck to his forehead due to the sweat that accumulated on his skin and his chest rising up and down as he inahles and exhales oxygen. 

You smile before climbing on top of Yuta to take a seat on his lap, surprising the man. 

“Round two?” You suggest.

Yuta stares at you with wide eyes, shocked by your stamina of wanting to go again, before bursting out into laughter. “Ride me this time.”

Hopefully, no one will be looking for you or Yuta because you two might be at it for a while.

[tomurasprincess]

Kinktober Day 03: Watersports (Desperation)

Day 03: Watersports Title: Desperation Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Noncon, omorashi, watersports (both pissing AND being pissed on), humiliation, degradation (like, seriously A LOT), choking, yandere Note: I have reasonable friends who talked me out of the yellow water banner I was going to use because I am clearly a mature adult. But I will not be persuaded on my yellow dripping piss font.

Kinktober Masterlist

“Alright guys, I’ll be right back,” you tell your friends, having to raise your voice to be heard above the booming techno music of the club. “Gotta go to the bathroom.”

“I guess someone drank a bit too much,” your friend giggles a bit as she sways on her feet. Several people from your hero agency have all come to celebrate the successful capture of a villain you’ve all been pursuing for months, a member of the notorious League of Villains. Things got just a bit out of hand, and you’ve all had too much to drink.

You stand up, grabbing briefly onto the bar before you right yourself and head to the bathroom. The bathroom is hard to find, far away from the main dance floor, and in the time it takes you to find it, your need becomes much more urgent as all the alcohol catches up with you.

If you were less drunk and more alert, you would have already noticed the red eyed, blue haired man who has been watching you the whole night. But you’ve barely been paying attention to anything but drinking and dancing, and so nothing seems amiss as you enter the bathroom, being closely pursued by the man who finally sees the opportunity to get you alone.

It isn’t until you enter the women’s bathroom that you realize there’s a problem. The door abruptly closes behind you, lock clicking loudly through the close quarters of the room. You whirl around, just a bit unsteady on your feet and meet the eyes of the man blocking the door.

You recognize him immediately. After all, you’re a pro-hero, and he’s been in the news for multiple attacks as Japan’s most wanted criminal. The leader of the villain you just helped to capture and arrest

Although you’re in absolutely no shape to fight him off, you don’t intend to go down without at least trying. You stand up straight, waiting for him to rush you, preparing every muscle to spring into attack the second he moves. But even being prepared for an attack doesn’t do you any good. You’ve always heard how fast Shigaraki moves, but you’re still taken by surprise as he crosses the length of the bathroom so quickly that you can barely see him, pinning you roughly against the wall.

“Little hero, it’s really not smart to be this drunk, you know,” he snorts derisively. “Especially not as a hero who just captured one of my members.”

Shit, shit shit, you curse to yourself, he knows that you’re responsible. Although you knew it was a long shot, you were still hoping this was a chance meeting, a complete accident. But now you realize that Shigaraki has probably been stalking you for a while.

He sees the realization on your face and laughs at you. “Yeah, I know exactly who you are, hero,” he spits the word hero out like it’s a curse. “And I decided to follow you and teach you a bit of a lesson on what happens when you fuck with the League of Villains.”

And with that, he wraps a hand around your neck, pinky raised barely above your skin as he begins to tighten his grip. You grab at his wrist as you try to pry him away, but it’s no use. You’re too drunk and he’s too strong, and you accomplish nothing but beating your fists uselessly against his arm.

Just when you’re beginning to see stars, about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, he releases you. You take gulping gasps of air as you steady yourself against the wall, hand flying up to touch your neck gently. You wince a bit at the burning sensation where his fingers dug deep into your skin and left marks.

Your eyes snap to his in confusion as to why he let you go, and you ask the question you’re afraid to know the answer to. “Are you - going to kill me?” You try to sound more confident, like the hero that you are. But you fall short, and Shigaraki smirks at your worried tone.

“No, I don’t think so,” he murmurs as his eyes roam down your body with a look of pure lust. “I’ve thought of something so much better than that.”

You instantly try to make a break for it while he’s not holding you in place, but he simply uses his hips to shove you back, grinding what is a quickly hardening erection against you before he pulls you in for a heated kiss. The kiss is more of a battle of dominance than anything else, one that you quickly lose as he overpowers you. His hand tangles into your hair, pulling you closer as he uses teeth to bite into your lip while his hand runs down your body. He grabs your dress in one hand, all five fingers touching the material, and you let out a sharp gasp as you watch the fabric turn into ash, leaving you in nothing but a bra.

“No panties? Fucking hero slut, were you expecting to get some cock tonight?

You shake your head back and forth, your confidence as a hero quickly failing you with every single thing this villain does and says. “N-no, of course not,” you stumble over your words. “I just -”

“Just what? Just wanted to show this pretty little pussy off to everyone?” He reaches down to cup you between your legs, finger dipping down below your slit to gently graze his finger over your clit. You buck a bit, trying to get out of his grasp, but he forces you roughly back against the wall. “Because I certainly saw it when you were sitting at that bar, presenting yourself to every person who walked through like a bitch in heat.”

Your bra is the next to go as he decays it like he did your dress. You feel the burning rush of shame as you stand completely naked in front of him.

You’re trembling now, both from his words and the fact that he’s continuing to graze your clit every so often, enough that you feel a brief stab of pleasure but not enough for anything else. You keep shaking your head, unable to find the words to refute his statements.

“Just admit it, hero,” he murmurs almost gently into your ear, “you wanted something like this to happen.”

“I - no, please stop, I don’t want this,” you plead, but you know that it’s not going to stop him from doing what he wants to you.

His finger goes slightly lower to slide into your entrance, curling up to hit a sensitive spot on your inner walls. You can’t contain the moan that slips out, pussy involuntarily clenching down around his finger.

“Shit, you’re fucking soaked and I haven’t even done anything to you. You really are a bitch in heat, aren’t you?”

He begins to aim for the spot that had you moaning, and once he finds it again, he doesn’t relent. You try to grab his hand and pull him away, but he grabs your wrist and slams it against the cold wall, causing you to whimper at the pain shooting out. It was then that you realized something horrible.

You still have to pee, and every movement he makes inside of you only causes it to get stronger. You begin to writhe even harder, crossing your legs as tightly as you can as you desperately try to hold it.

“What’s the matter, hero?” He mocks you in a cruel tone. “You’ve been drinking a lot tonight, and I bet you’re starting to feel it.”

“No no, please, please just let me go,” you whimper as you clamp your inner muscles down, squirming away to try and relieve the pressure.

But in your distraction, Shigaraki has unzipped his pants, and he forces you to bend over the counter as he strokes his cock in one hand. Your nipples are pressed against the cold surface, causing them to quickly harden as you shiver from the cold.

Something thick and hard prods against your entrance, and you try to brace yourself for what you know is about to happen.

It’s not as if there’s a damned thing you can do about it.

When he begins to push inside, a groan tears from both of your throats as he slides in inch by inch. You’re embarrassed to realize that he was right when he said how wet you are, as there’s not even any pain as his thick cock bottoms out inside of you.

The desperate need to pee is even more intense now, causing tears to run down your face as you throw away what little pride you have left.

“Please, I have to -” you trail off, too embarrassed to finish your sentence.

“Have to what? I can’t help if you won’t tell me,” his malicious tone contrasting with the soft words.

I have to pee,” you whimper pathetically, “please let me pee.”

“Then go,” he chuckles darkly, “I’m not stopping you. In fact -”

He reaches around to press down on your bladder, causing you to squeal as a small trickle of pee dribbles out. “I’ll even help you. Aren’t I so nice, hero?”

He begins to pound into your pussy, pushing down on your bladder in time with every thrust. Your crying does nothing but encourage him to go faster and press down even harder on your stomach.

Finally, you can’t hold it anymore, and you let out a choked sob as your bladder releases, hot piss running down your legs and drenching Shigaraki’s pants. He lets out a low groan at you pissing all over his cock, reaching down into the stream to get his hand wet.

He begins to increase his pace, reaching down with the hand covered in your own urine to rub tight circles against your clit.

He grabs your hair, keeping one finger far away as he forces your back to arch and stare into the mirror at yourself.

“See how ruined you look?” He growls as he makes you look into the mirror at yourself. Your makeup is smeared from your crying, eyeliner running down your face. Your hair is an absolute mess, and there’s a four fingered handprint around your neck where he choked you.

“Please please please, don’t, I don’t want this, please,” you babble the words almost incoherently as his fingers grind hard against your swollen bead, cock continuing to hit your g spot with every thrust.

The pleasure finally overwhelms you and you cum with a strangled wail, pussy fluttering wildly around his cock. Your orgasm sends him over the edge, barely able to pull out of you before he’s shooting ropes of cum against your back. He strokes himself through his orgasm, milking his cock out all over your skin.

“Aww, it’s okay, hero,” he coos maliciously at you, “don’t you feel better now?”

His gaze turns contemplative as he seems to think of something, his eyes lighting up with amusement. “You know, since I helped you, don’t you think you should help me?”

You’re too out of it to realize what he means until you feel hot liquid splashing against your back. You meet his eyes in horror, only for him to smirk at you. “It’s only fair, isn’t it?”

He grabs you and flips you to your front as he also covers your tits, waiting until he’s completely finished before he tucks his cock back into his pants.

You have never felt as humiliated as you do right now, bent over a bathroom counter by a villain, shivering and covered in piss and cum. Your look of utter defeat causes Shigaraki to laugh.

“This is what you get when a pathetic level 1 hero goes against someone like me,” he sneers at you as he begins to walk to the door. “If you decide to try something like that again, I’ll just have to come back for you.”

He gives a dark chuckle as he glances back at you one last time.

“Or maybe I will anyway.”

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[evening-starlight]

Warm Beers

     McKenzie Shoupe always had strong feelings towards JJ Maybank, but they were always platonic. At least she thought they were. But when she slowly runs out of warm beer excuses for the funny feeling in her stomach whenever JJ's around, Kenzie thinks they might be more.

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New Series Babys!! This one’s OBX because I just watched season 2 and am OBSESSED.

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    The music and laughter greet McKenzie's ears before she can see the party. She smiles to herself, knowing her friends are waiting for her by the fire. The sand gives way under her bare feet as she treks to the boneyard, greeting other people she knows on the way.

    "Shoupe Jr, what's up?" John B. yells, jogging over to Kenzie with an unopened can of beer for her. He swings his arm over her shoulders while guiding her towards the fire, where the rest of the group sits on logs. "Where does daddy dearest think you're at tonight?" Kenzie rolls her eyes as she takes a drink of the beer, making a face afterward.

    "Why the hell is my shit warm, Routledge?" John B. laughs and points at their blonde best friend.

    "Because JJ was in charge of the ice, and what does JJ do best?" Kenzie laughs and waves to the rest of the pouges, not forgetting to flip off her favorite, JJ Maybank.

    "Forgets shit," The group, including JJ, say in unison. JJ flips everyone off but smiles brightly. This was Kenzie's favorite spot in all of Outer Banks. The Boneyard with her four best friends, drinking beers by the fire and poking fun at each other. "So, where does Shoupe think you're at tonight?" JJ asks, making room on his log for his favorite girl to sit.

    Kenzie takes the seat and leans into JJ as he wraps his arm around her shoulders, playing absentmindedly with the strap of her bikini top. "At Sarah Cameron's," Kenzie says, drinking more of the disgustingly warm beer. "I haven't had her over in over a year, and he still thinks we're best friends." She laughs, shaking her head at her oblivious dad. "Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he lets me use her as an excuse because he knows I'm doing something with the people who give him high blood pressure." JJ scoffs and holds a hand over his heart in mock hurt.

    "Are you trying to tell me that your father doesn't approve of us?" Kenzie pushes JJ away with her elbow with a stupid grin. "I'm hurt, Ken, hurt." The group laughs with a shake of their head at JJ's theatrics. He fakes a pout while Kenzie steals his favorite red hat but really doesn't mind. She's the only person who's allowed to steal and wear his clothes.

    JJ wouldn't say he necessarily has a soft spot for McKenzie Shoupe, but if she asked him to jump, he'd ask how high. It's a mystery how the deputy's daughter and the town's bad boy became such good friends. All they know is that they can't go a day without each other.

    Kenzie lays her head on JJ's shoulder as she continues to joke and talk with her friends. An annoying feeling in his stomach makes him groan, gently pushing the girl off his shoulder. "Hey, you okay, J?" She asks, hand already feeling his forehead. The feeling gets worse, and he feels his face heating up.

    "I think the warm beer did something. My stomach isn't feeling too well right now," He mumbles. "I'm heading back to the chateau." He gets off the log and smiles at his friends. "I'll see you all up there later." JJ moves to leave, and Kenzie gets off her seat too.

    "I'm coming with you. I got to pee anyways," She says, shrugging. JJ lays his arms across her shoulder with a quick goodbye to the group, and they begin the short walk to the house. "You sure you're okay, J? You don't usually leave a party that soon after it starts," Kenzie worries. JJ would stay until the sun came up and after many boot and rallies. He was the party-going king.

     "Yeah, something just felt really off. But at least I learned the warm beer lesson," He jokes. McKenzie sighs with a nod. "You didn't have to come with me, you know? I'm a big boy who can take care of myself." She laughs and pushing him slightly away, only for him to push her back harder, nearly tripping her. The small amount of booze coursing through their system makes the situation funnier.

    "I know you can, but I honestly had to pee like a racehorse," She laughs, relief filling her as she sees the chateau coming into view. Kenzie should have honestly peed before she left, but she was too excited to think about it. The thought of seeing JJ again fueled her forgetfulness.

    "Well, Ken, I'm sorry to say, but you'll have to wait in line. I have to pee," JJ says before taking off in a sprint towards the house.

    "You mother fucker," She yells back, laughing as she chases after him. They wrestle and yell at each other as they trip up the steps until Kenzie gets the lead and slams the door in JJ's face. It won't be a long hold, but long enough to get to the toilet first.

    Kenzie barely reaches the restroom before JJ caught up to her, narrowly missing her waist as she dashes into the bathroom, already pulling down her pants. "Suck my dick, JJ," She laughs, sighing in relief as she finally gets to empty her bladder.

    "Only if you ask nicely, Ken," JJ prompts, grabbing a step stool from under the counter and standing on it like he's about to empty himself in the sink.

    "Oh my God, are you going to piss in the sink?" Kenzie asks in disgust. JJ smiles at her and starts unzipping his jeans. "Holy fuck, you're so unsanitary, Maybank."

    "Well, then look away," He exclaims, still undoing his pants to pee. "Unless you want to see my dick," He adds. McKenzie gags, shielding her eyes with her hand. "Oh, come on, you can't say you're not the least bit curious," JJ prompts as Kenzie hears the liquid splashing in the sink.

    "If you've seen one dick, you've seen them all, JJ." Kenzie jokes before wiping herself and pulling up her pants, looking the opposite of JJ.

    "I would like to disagree on that one, Ken," JJ rebuttals, situating himself back in his pants. The odd feeling is gone, so JJ chalks it up to having a full bladder. "See, dicks are just like pussys," He starts but stops when he sees Kenzie following him out without washing her hands. "Aren't you going to wash your hands?"

    Mckenzie raises an eyebrow as she says, "In the sink, you just pissed in? Not until it's bleached and gutted." JJ laughs and lets her lead them to the kitchen. "You were saying? About dicks and vaginas?"

    "Right," JJ starts again while he hops on the kitchen counter, watching Kenzie wash her hands in the sink there. "They're all different in their own beautiful ways." Kenzie chuckles at her friend's drunken analogy.

    "Is that your way of comforting yourself because you have a small peen?" Kenzie asks, turning around towards the boy, who immediately starts to protest. "No, no, it's okay. Like you said, everyone is beautiful in their own way," Kenzie jokes.

    "You want to see it and judge for yourself?" JJ asks, jumping off the counter, hands already on his button. Kenzie laughs, shaking her head before looking at the opening door. Kiara stops in her tracks, causing the other two boys to bump into her.

    "What's going on in here?" She asks, eyeing the situation. Kenzie is red and smiling while JJ's hands are on the hem of his pants.

    "JJ's trying to show me his micro-peen," Kenzie quips. JJ growls and lunges at her, causing her to squeal out a laugh and dodge his attack. She runs through the living room, laughing maniacally at JJ's continuous curses and insults while the rest of the group gazes on.

    JJ finally catches Kenzie, pinning her to the ground with her hands above her head. They're both panting and smiling at each other. "If someone didn't have a small penis, they wouldn't be so worked up over me calling them tiny dicked," Kenzie says, shrugging as best as she can in her compromising position.

    "Would you two just kiss already and stop this stupid thing you got going on? I'm tired of watching the constant pining," John B. sighs, plopping onto the couch. Kenzie suddenly feels claustrophobic with JJ on top of her, her heart beating faster and throat closing up.

    "Off," She mumbles, moving her wrists out of JJ's grasp as he slowly dismounts her. They stay silent as John B. puts turns on the TV, ignoring the awkward tension he caused between the two friends. JJ tries to hand Kenzie his hat back, knowing it's her favorite keepsake of his. She shakes her head timidly, squeezing between John B. and Pope, with her legs to her chest.

    "Why'd you guys leave?" JJ asks, setting the hat on the coffee table and planting himself next to Kie on the second sofa, avoiding Kenzie's watchful eye.

    Kie shrugs, bumping shoulders with JJ purposefully. "It's not a party without our party king there. Besides, too many Kooks showed up and ruined the vibe."

    McKenzie tries to ignore the angry feeling in her stomach, watching the two friends talk. She doesn't even know why she feels that way, but it only grows as JJ leans on Kiara. So much so that Kenzie has to avert her gaze to the animated show on the television, legs still clutched to her chest.

[ciggylungz]

Mark My Territory

Blurb night: 3.2k

(Request:harry and y/n having yatch sex and blurry pap pics get out ***) + (request: Jealous possessive Harry angsty/angry smut !!! Plsss hehe thank you ❤️)

Warnings: face spitting, painal, dominant Harry, pain kink, humiliation kink, degrading talk, mentions of other fetishes and lots of hardcore brutal smut with an appetizer of angst

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Harry has always been depicted as a ‘womanizer’ , a lady killer and all other words for it, yet the people who actually have dated him know truly he’s a romantic. He isn’t a man who only flirts to get his cock sucked then leaves, he’s not a serial cheater or big ladies man. He’s truly a deeply caring, loving man and Y/n was lucky enough to be his and experience that. Yet she couldn’t deny, if Harry had one flaw within relationships it was his undeniable jealousy that could worm it’s way into his mind when he felt someone was getting a little too friendly with his girl. The man was protective and admittedly a bit possessive of his girlfriends, and while it could be appropriate at times it also could be a argument starter at other, however to y/n- angry, possessive Harry was more sexy than scary. Sometimes she may or may not bite back when he tells her who she belongs to, who’s boss and maybe, just maybe she does it to see him get riled up and take the extra step to show her that she belongs to him.

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Right now Y/n has found herself in possessive Harry’s fit, they were on a little get away vacation and currently on a Yacht sailing on Jamaican waters. It was beautiful and peaceful, yet tempers rose when Harry thought the man who delivered the booze for the bar was getting a bit too cheeky with his girl.

Y/n though didn’t really notice his behavior as flirty, so it wasn’t like she was reciprocating it in the slightest but she may or may not be pushing a few of Harry’s buttons to see him get all bossy and protective over her. usually that ends with good rough sex, sloppy, dirty and so fucking hot.

“Harry! It’s not a big fucking deal why are you so mad?! He’s not even here anymore! I didn’t pay attention it’s not like when he tried to get cheeky I whipped my tits out for him. God you’re being annoying.” She was putting her sassy bratty act on, one she knew often didn’t end well for her- or rather her windpipe and cervix- both of which typically end up bruised and sore from his hand wrapped around her throat and his cock purposely smashing into it just because he knows how bad it can hurt- and bad girls need to be punished. Sometimes punishment hurts.

“Don’t talk back to me Y/n. The dude was practically eye fucking you, and you didn’t stop it! And showing him your tits? Really? You mentioning exposing yourself, why? Were you thinkin’ about doing it? That top barely cover’s yeh so how do I know you weren’t tryin’ to sneak him an eye full when my back was turned?”  his tone was daring, deep and serious. He wasn’t playing around, he was like a dog protecting his territory. When he saw Y/n roll her eyes he marched towards her, his body towered over hers and his glare was threatening. The girl stood her ground though, wanting to see just how far she could push it.

“Oh shut up! You act like I dropped to my knees for that guy! Harry do you hear yourself? The man was like 70! If laying his eyes on a pretty young woman made his day, then I don’t care. It’s not like I was handing the geezer Viagra so he could get it up for me when you were in another room. Shut the fuck up already, I want to enjoy myself.”

She flipped him off before hopping into the pool, letting her entire body submerge to try and cool off her frustrated body. She didn’t have the patience for his tough guy act right now, he was being ridiculous.

When she made it back to the surface of the water she swam towards the railing on the side of the pool, leaning her body against the glass while she floated in the water, her peaceful swim was soon interrupted by a body forcing hers to turn around. Harry was standing in the pool, chest to chest with his girlfriend and he was not fucking happy with her. His eyebrows raised while he pinched her chin between his fore finger and thumb forcing her to look back at him.

“You think that little attitude you pulled back there was cute? Let me give yeh a little refresher since you seem to have forgotten important information.”

She then felt his free hand grope her left breast, roughly so the pain forced her to notice the area and pay attention to the body part-

“These tits, belong to me. No one else should be able to get a good view at them, it seems you’ve forgotten that. And this-“ the man brought his hand up to cradle the back of her head, tugging her hair harshly before continuing “- head, should only be thinking about my fucking cock. The thought of another guys prick, no matter if they’re an old creep like him, should never be inside that pretty little head of yours. You use that pretty brain to think about me. That pretty face is for me to look at, kiss, fuck and use as my cum rag. Or have you forgotten that as well?” when she only answered with big doe eyes getting into her submissive state under his spell of filth he took an opportunity to yank her locks yet again and raise an eyebrow. “You gonna answer me, or are you going to keep lookin’ at me like a brain dead whore that only I can make you?”  

A muted whimpered moan came from her mouth before she spoke, “Belong to you, I’m yours Harry.” Her throat suddenly felt a bit dry, words coming out a tad bit sandy which the man noticed. “Wha’s the matter? Throat gone dry? Yea?-“ Y/n nodded never letting their gazes part “-here, let me help.” He used the fingers latched on her chin to force her mouth open, collecting his saliva before spitting it directly into her mouth with a filthy aggressive ‘spat’ noise. He kept his gaze on his spit as he watched it slide down her throat seeing the muscles constrict when she swallowed it fully, a desperate whine coming out of her next.

“Still thirsty, love? Throat still dry? Open-“ she complied immediately, sticking her tongue out and letting him project another collection of spit into her mouth before deciding to get filthy with her, dribbling little bits of spit on her still out tongue seeing some drip onto her chin which gave him another prompting to really make her feel dirty like her behavior was asking for, he pulled back closing her mouth for her and spat directly onto her face.

Y/n gasped a bit, of course her and Harry had done every dirty thing you can imagine. Vanilla was not in their vocabulary when it came to sex, they’d done everything from voyeurism and taboo roleplays to experimenting with knives and pee play, so this wasn’t the first time he’s spit on her face, she just wasn’t expecting it that time. Harry had watched as it started to roll from her nose and drip, her tongue darting back out of her mouth to collect the falling spit swallowing it greedily.

“I think you’re starting to remember how things work aren’t ya? You’re my little girl, you even drink from me don’t yeh? Let’s do some more refreshing, this right here-“ Harry’s large palm migrated to cup her bikini covered cunt giving it a harsh squeeze making sure to pinch her lips between his fingers for a little bit of pain added to the grip. “-this darling little cock sleeve, also is mine. I own your pussy, sweetheart. Now let’s hear you say it, go on use that little brain for m’”

Y/n was practically a puddle of mush at this point. She loved being roughed up, degraded and treated rather harshly during sex. She loved when he’d participate in that kink of hers since Harry himself thinks very highly of women, so he’s not often giving her the full ‘you’re a stupid fuck doll’ treatment. This was a treat for her, getting him so riled up he was being extra rough even verbally.

“I belong to Harry, my body is yours.” A needy whimper followed her words, hands holding onto his flexed biceps just needing to feel her man, his dominance amplifying her needy nature and submissive tendencies. The man cooed at her, giving her a little smile. “Good girl, now what else do yeh need to say to m’? hmm?”

“I’m sorry for being bad, I love you Hazzy” her lips puckered for a kiss, getting a few simple pecks from him as a reward yet she wanted more. Harry knew that fact, but he wasn’t going to cave that easily. She needed to really understand he wasn’t fucking around this time and those snotty comments about flashing herself and mentioned the old guys prick wouldn’t fly, not at all.

“I love you too, darling. I accept your apology, but you’re not off the hook yet. You were very naughty, you know better than to even mention another man getting to see what belongs to me. I don’t want to hear anything like the mess you said earlier, ever come from your mouth again. Understood?” Y/n quickly agreed, nodding her head with a ‘yes sir’ wondering where things would go from here.

“Good, now that we’re on the same page I think it’s time to move onto the consequences you’ll be facing for your behavior. Turn around.”

The girl did what she was told, the sun now starting to set as she pressed her front into the side of the pool both of their bodies still submerged in the water. She was wondering what was to come, the thrill of being outdoors already surging through her and the anticipation of whats next was killing her.

“You were awfully rude to me, petal. Not happy with yeh, so I think you’re going to get your ass fucked.”

Y/n felt her eyes go wide, she’d talked to Harry before about acceptable punishments and what she wants to receive depending on what she did. during that conversation she’d mentioned anal, but that was reserved for if she was really bad. So she knew she must have really fucking pissed him off. The girl chose anal as a severe punishment because she couldn’t come from it, and it was always painful for her but since she had a major pain kink she put it on the table of options after trying it with an ex and discovering how the sensation was a punishing one for her body.

Her head turned to look behind her, Harry flicking his eyes from the top of her spine down to where the water distorted the image of her bum. “You made me very upset, love. Hurt m’ feelings, acted like a bitch. I deserve to get off, you don’t. Goin’ ta’ use that tight little hole to teach you a lesson, and as my own personal masturbation tool for the evening. If you’re a good girl and don’t complain, I might make you feel good in the morning.”

The objectification while very much offensive in a normal setting, was unbelievably hot in this sexual one. She knew that cruel of dirty talk wasn’t for everyone, but she loved it. She loved being treated like an object after she’d been bad. She enjoyed it when Harry would use her mouth like a masturbation toy while he watched porn, not even acknowledging her when she’d been a bad girl at other times. She loved when he’d humiliate her by having her hump her pillow in front of him, somehow able to control his body enough to stay soft while he watched her so the only thing she saw was his flaccid cock making her feel like a dirty girl who couldn’t get him up. It was all consensual and had been talked about. Of course she loved soft Harry too, the delicate slow way he’d lick her cunt, the loving thrusts and making love for hours on end. She loved every version of Harry in the bedroom, but right now she was getting dominant Harry and while she knew she was about to feel like she was being split in two by his cock ramming inside her ass, she was still going to love every surge of pain going through her lower half while he moaned filthy things into her ear. The fact she could get him to cum without herself getting pleasure was a strangely erotic thing for her.

Harry’s hands brought her back from her train of thought, his fingers making quick work of her bottoms letting them untie and float off somewhere in the pool whilst he turned his attention back to her body. His large palms groped at her ass, nails digging into the plump flesh as he pulled her cheeks apart every few gropes letting the cold pool water touch the opening, the sensation making her flinch slightly at first before she started getting used to the ripples of water touching a taboo place on her body.

She felt his chest press into her bare back, face tucking into her neck as he used his teeth to tug the ties of her bikini top undone, the fabric giving way to leave her completely bare in the water. She hopes to god there isn’t a group full of paps with night vision cameras up in trees or fucking hang gliding around the boat because she doesn’t think her mom would appreciate seeing her daughter in the tabloids getting railed by her boyfriend.

His damp hair tickled the bare skin of her shoulder, his lips resting on the shell of her ear while he spoke. “Don’t you dare scream, you know the safe word if yeh need to use it. Got it? No screaming, and don’t start the tears either. Be a big girl, not gonna go easy on ya’ this time princess.”

When she felt his tip start to push against her puckered hole she did everything she could to try and keep her body relaxed so it wouldn’t be nearly as much of a struggle. One of his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her still while his other hand was gripping the tip of his cock using his knuckles to keep her ass pried open a bit to put himself inside the impossibly tight hole just begging to be torn to shreds.

Her jaw clenched with her fists as he managed to ease the tip of his cock through her puckered star, her anal muscles clamping down almost painfully tight on his cock while he gripped her hips and shoved her back on him burying himself so far inside the girl he swears his tip was banging into another organ inside the girls belly. A deep groan ripped its way through Harry’s throat, the sensation was overwhelming and the power he held in his dominant role made every fiber of his being feel like it had been ignited.

He swears he could feel the blood running through his veins, hear his eyes blinking and was hyper aware of every limb and appendage he had, his cock being the part of himself that was screaming with stimulation as he massaged himself with the inner muscles of his girl. Y/n wanted to feel ashamed at how she was getting off on the pain, not feeling anywhere close to cumming or real sexual stimulation that was pleasurable, but a mental erotic feeling. The knowledge that Harry was using her body to get off, and punish her at the same time made her mentally so turned on she knew she was adding the natural slick pouring from her peach into the water, she hopes chlorine can mask the scent of pussy juice and semen or else she’ll feel a bit sorry for the pool boy who might be fishing out the spillage of Harry’s cum into the water the next morning.

“Jesus H Christ baby, your little ass is so fuckin’ tight feel like yeh might rip my cock off…fuckin’ hell I’m close. Gonna bust so deep inside you ,you’ll be seeing parts of me coming out of you for days. My slutty little girl likes to be stuffed full of my cum doesn’t she?” Y/n moaned simply at his words alone, responding with a pitiful ‘yes sir, I love you’ to his accusation. “Aw, I know you do. Like when I use yeh like a cum rag, like to feel m’ spunk leakin out of yeh. You’re such a disgusting little girl, aren’t yeh?”

Y/n let out a pained grunt mixed with a titillated moan, nodding furiously at her boyfriends words.

“Yes! Yes I’m a nasty girl, only for you. Fuck Harry, I’m yours.” She sounded pathetic, utterly pitiful and dirty. And they both fucking loved it. Harry could feel himself nearing completion, his stamina becoming weaker and his body begging to spurt his seed into the girl and with a few more harsh thrusts leaving a lingering burn to her bottom he filled her bowel with hot, sticky ribbons of his cum.

Every bit of semen held inside his contracting balls was being unloaded into her beautiful quivering body, her nipples hard as rocks between his toying fingers and her stomach slightly distended with the pressure of his prick inside her. The sight was filthy, almost offensively so. Something you see only on the dirtiest if porn sites, ones only the most depraved kinky bastards go to, Y/n was his own little hardcore porn star in this pool and he’d never felt more primally turned on in his life.

He slowly removed himself from her, certain that without the barrier of water the exit would have made a delicious ‘pop’ when the tip of his meat finally retreated from the hole. Y/n was now catching her breath, legs shaking under the water from the forced stretch of her lower muscles her body trying to regain it’s composure as her boyfriend pulled his swim trunks back over his genitals and turned her to face him pressing her naked body into his.

“Think I can trust yeh not to be so bad anymore?” His voice was no longer as gruff, he was slowly turning back into his normal self. Y/n gave him a tired nod, kissing his butterfly and hugging him tight.

“Well lets hope for your sake I can, but for my sake I wouldn’t mind getting to abuse your ass again if yeh chose to misbehave like that again.”

[lavdrag]

Model Student(Dom.Midoriya Izuku x Sub.Fem.Reader)

All characters are aged up 18+

word count: 1,158 this took fucking forever, i really thought it was going to be longer than that....rip🙂😭

genre: smut

warnings: 18+, oral, semi-public, overstimulation

a/n: i was trying to do homework, but people kept teasing me on tumblr and in discord, and thus, this fic was born.

You were trying.

Even though your college had practically been transformed into zoom university, you had been one of the few students who managed to stay caught up. You attended all of your online classes, did all of your homework, and were still well on your way to receiving your degree. There was just one thing distracting you:

Your horny fuck of a boyfriend.

“I know everyone is tired, 8 am class is never ideal, but I appreciate everyone being here.” Your professor said as the last few stragglers entered the zoom call. “Now, staying muted is ideal so we don’t have too many people talking at once or background noise, but I’d prefer if you all kept your cameras on so I can make sure everyone is paying attention.”

“Noooooooo!” you groaned, knowing you were already muted. Reluctantly, you turned on your camera to reveal yourself.

“Babe, whats wrong?” you heard your boyfriend inquire from the other room. 

“It’s nothin’ ‘Zuku,” you assured, “my professor is just forcing us to keep our cameras on.”

“I thought all of your professors let you keep it off.”

“That was last semester, this girl is new,” you stated, “and I already regret taking this class.” 

You heard him walk to your shared bedroom. “Don’t say that,” he consoled, leaning against the door frame, “keeping your camera on could be fun.”

“How could it possibly be fun? You never know who’s looking at you, and I can’t wear pajamas anymore!” you complained.

“It’ll be more fun than you think.”

*

*

*

Midoriya had distracted himself by filling out some paperwork from his last mission, but it didn’t take long before he was finished with that. He tried to think of other things to occupy his interest until you were done with class.

TV? No.

Training? No.

Food? No.

Friends? No.

There was really only one thing he wanted to be doing, and that thing was five feet away, sucked into her zoom class. 

Moving from his place on the bed, he knelt down beside your desk chair, just low enough that he couldn’t be seen by the camera. 

You were diligently taking notes and didn’t even notice him until his hand was gently rubbing your calf. 

“What the—” you squeaked, finally noticing your boyfriend.

“Shh, it’s fine. Just keep working.” he whispered as he positioned himself between your legs, now completely under the desk.

“‘Zuku, my camera is still on,” you warned, “and I can’t turn it off.”

“Yeah,” he affirmed, running his hands over your thighs, “that’s the point y/n.” 

“Mhmmm, come on Izu’,” you pleaded, “class ends in like five minutes.”

“That’s too bad, y/n” he said as he slowly started rubbing your clit through your shorts, “because I want to taste you now.”

Immediately, your face contorted in pleasure. You quickly realized your mistake however, and continued paying attention to your professor.

“Come on y/n, there’s gotta be, what? Like 40 people in your class? Who’s gonna know” your boyfriend asked, continuing his attack on your clit.

Being honest with yourself, this wasn’t a good idea. Although your microphone was muted, you knew you had absolutely no control over your facial expressions, and you were sure someone in your class would immediately catch on. But you also knew how good your boyfriend was with his mouth.

In the end, his mouth won over the possibility of getting in trouble.

You lifted your hips to help him slide your shorts and panties to the floor.

“Wow y/n, already this wet for me?” he teased. “Try not to make any faces babe. You wouldn’t want to get caught now would you?”

Before you could answer he lapped up at your slit, effectively shutting you up.

If there was one thing Izuku was good at, it was sex. He was kind and caring in nature, always making sure everyone’s needs were filled to the best of his ability. There was no shortage of that attitude in the bedroom.

 After lapping up your juices for a while, he moved onto sucking your clit. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bundle of nerves as a finger started pumping into you.

You were trying.

You were trying so hard to keep your face normal.

You weren’t doing so well.

“Are you feeling alright Ms. y/l/n?” your professor asked.

well

shit!

With a trembling hand, you unmuted your microphrone.

“Never better.” you weakly uttered, your face hot as ever.

“Are you sure?”

“Yup! I feel great! Thank you for asKING” you squeaked as your boyfriend started curling his finger up towards your G-spot.

“Alright then.” your confused professor continued, “Well, that just about concludes our class! Thank you so much for attending everyone!” With that, the professor ended the zoom call. 

“Oh thank god!” you groaned, finally able to let yourself go. 

“You did such a good job baby.” Midoriya praised against your heat while adding another finger, “Now I need you to come for me.”

You let out a moan. Weaving your hands through his green hair, you started bucking your hips and grinding yourself against his face.

“That’s it baby, just like that.” Izuku whispered, “Fuck yourself on my face”

Basking in his lewd words, you felt a familiar coil, rapidly tightening.

“I can feel you getting closer, you can do it baby. Cum for me”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as waves of pleasure crashed through your body. You came hard and Midoriya wasted no time in lapping up all of your juices.

Just as you went to stand, Izuku pulled you back into place and continued his assault on your pussy.

“I know you have another one in you princess.” he cooed.

The nickname made your face feel even hotter than it was before, but it couldn’t distract you from how intense you currently felt.

“Izuku” you panted, “I-I can’t”

“Yes you can, I know you can. Cum for me baby.”

Izuku angled his fingers to hit your G-spot with each thrust and it was all too much for you. The coil inside of you snapped. You once again clenched around his fingers, letting out a sinful moan. You felt an unfamiliar peeing sensation this time, and looked down to find you had, for the first time, squirted, all over Midoriya’s face.

“I’m sorry!” you immediately squealed. 

“Sorry?” Izuku asked, “For what? Y/n, that was so hot.”

He ran his hand over his face, guiding all of your liquids to his mouth, where he eagerly sucked him in.

“Now,” he said, crawling out from under the desk, “I have an assignment or you.” He stood while you were still sitting, your face now level with the hard-on he was palming.

“Oh really?” you inquired, gaze never leaving his erection, “And what makes you so sure I’ll follow your directions?” you teased. 

“Because,” Midoriya said, pulling out his cock, “you’ve always been a...

model student.”

[thunderthighs77]

Aizawa's Assistant Part 3

**Part 1  Part 2 **

*If the links don’t work, please let me know. Part 1 & 2 can be found on my page right now*

CW/TW: Fem Reader, piss, anal sex, pet play, pet names (sex kitten, kitty, pussy cat), slight humiliation, cursing, a tiny bit exhibitionism. let me know if I missed anything

Y/n still has to pee, and well...Aizawa found the perfect place and the perfect method to help her do that.

Hi cherubs! This is probably the final part. 

Aizawa pulls on your leash to make you stand up on your own two feet. You still aren't fulfilled. You needed to pee more. But outside of the dreamy state an orgasm would have you in so that you could pee in front of someone without being embarrassed, you found it shameful to just pee in front of him normally. 

Then again, holding in your pee, while felt amazing, also hurt like hell. 

You walked, dragging your piss stained feet behind Aizawa as he gently tugged on your leash and tucked the handle of it in his pockets while he lit his cigarette with his other hand. His other pocket contained your vibrator. 

You were terrified, looking everywhere to make sure no one could see anything. But, it was dark. You couldn’t tell who could see and who couldn’t. It felt like there were eyes everywhere. 

On top of that, you really had to go. Like really. 

As if your prayers were answered, you and Aizawa were about to walk past a construction site, where you saw a porta potty. Your face lit up and you stopped right in front of it. You can finally pee. 

 Aizawa kept walking and the leash that was in his pocket and held on to by his closed fist was tugged on. 

He stopped and turned around to see you looking at the porta potty and closing your thighs. He caught the clue and chuckled. 

“Gotta go again, huh?” he teased as he took one last puff of his cigarette and shut it out in a small puddle of water on the ground. He walked towards you and grabbed on to your arm, leading you inside the porta potty. It was one of the luxurious ones, enough to fit three people inside. 

“I just saw this one dropped off a few hours ago. No one has used it,” he said with a smirk. He was staring at himself in the mirror while you were in front of him with an almost terrified look on your face. 

Why was he in here with you? Couldn’t he just let you just pee in peace?

“No need to worry about me, doll. Just go and pee.” He unhooked your leash and put it in his pocket. He then turned to point to the toilet which was not accompanied by a stall and was out in the open. The bathroom was spacious, with a giant mirror and sink. *yes they exist just scroll down to get a vision of what I'm talking about* 

You walk over to the toilet and look down at it, then at him. 

“Ohhhhh, alright,” Aizawa sighs as he rolls his eyes and turns around. You got some relief and took off your already wet panties from your last accident, and sat down. But, you couldn’t pee. Something about Aizawa’s presence was not letting you pee.

Not only that, but Aizawa turned around, at which you yelped. He began to walk over and stand above you with both hands in his pocket. He had a smirk on his face and raised an eyebrow while he looked down at you.

“What’s the matter, pussy caaat?” he teased. “Can’t pee?” 

You let out a tiny mewl as your cunt’s walls fluttered at his teasing words. “Go ahead, you can pee. I won’t mind,” he says calmly. 

But how could you pee with him watching?

You were closing your eyes and biting your lips, trying to pee, but the intensity of his condescending nature was messing with your insides again. You were aroused. 

“Is kitty thinking of her previous orgasm? Now she can’t pee? Is that it? Hmm?”, Aizawa teased as he lifted up your head by gripping your chin. 

“I can help you with that,” he says. He pulls you up by your arms and steps on your already almost fallen panties to the ground. It forces you to take them off and he drags you in front of the mirror in front of him. You stand in front of the sink and Aizawa was behind you. 

He takes off your skimpy bra, but leaves the collar with a bell on you. Aizawa, without breaking eye contact with you in the mirror, grips your tits and presses his groin against your ass. His dick had already pitched a tent and you could feel it poke your ass through his pants. He groaned while he groped you and he bent down on his knees. 

“You know,” he began. “I can help you out with this little bladder issue, kitten.” You throw your head back as he licked your folds and shoved his tongue inside your cunt. 

He looked up at your figure as he ate you out, and craned his neck to give your ass cheek a kiss and he began to spread your cheeks. “Ooo, what do we have here?”, he teased. 

He spat on your butthole and stuck a finger inside, inciting a girlish moan that escaped your lips. It didn’t hurt, it just felt violating. 

He groaned along with your moan and stuck another finger inside, making you rock your hips at the invasion. Your pussy let out a drip of urine on the floor at the approaching orgasm. Aizawa smiled and continued fingering your asshole, but not before he said, “So, it appears kitty is a bit of an anal whore.”

You mewl at his words and rock your hips again, trying to hold back completely peeing in front of him. He pulls his fingers out of your asshole, clean as a whistle. 

“There’s only one thing to do, kitty,” he says as he looks at you in the mirror. You're bent over, with drool escaping the side of your mouth. You look back at him as he unbuckles his pants and pulls his erect dick out. 

He kneels down to scoop both your thighs and hooks his arms under your legs, lifting you up to face yourself in the mirror. 

You yelped at his sudden strength. Your pussy is now in full view in the mirror in front of you and your cheeks flush red. Aizawa smiles and lifts you just a tiny bit to tease your pussy with the tip of his dick. 

“Now, I think you need that ass fucking, don’t you?” he asked. You swish your lips at the embarrassment. “Say it,” he demands as his tips rubbed your pussy’s entrance. 

You couldn’t find the courage to say it completely and instead, you let out an inaudible mumble of “Fuck me.” 

“What?”, Aizawa says as he playfully turns his head to display his ear. “You want me to want?”, he asks again. Your cheeks burn from the embarrassment and you try to cover your face but Aizawa butts in and scowls you. 

“Ah ah ah. Answer me,” he says firmly. 

You pull your hands down and say, “Fuck me.” Louder than last time, but still timid. 

“Fuck you where?”, Aizawa emphasized. It was like he was pulling teeth. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me in my ass please!”, you begged. 

Aizawa smiled and hinted at you to help him stick his dick in your asshole. You both let out a moan and Aizawa let out hushed curse words as he thrusted into you. 

The view was exciting. Aizawa was deep into you. You could feel him poking your lower tummy and you looked weak. 

“God..t’s so good,” you barely muttered. “Who’s such a good kitty?” Aizawa purred in your ear. “You’re such a good little anal whore for me,” he praised. 

His sweet nothings in your ear made anal exactly the reason why it was your favorite. Although anal did feel uncomfortable at times, Aizawa’s psychological lovemaking of filling your mind with his sweet nothings completely made you melt before him, and made anal worth it.  

Aizawa stopped his fast thrusting and instead went slower to ask, “How deep is it? Huh?” You moan at his teasing words and patted your tummy. “It’s….it’s in here,” you say in a breathless moan. 

Aizawa chuckled and spat on your lower tummy. It ran down your cunt folds and slightly tickled you. “Touch yourself,” he demanded. Your balled up fists opened up and you rubbed your swollen clit. 

Aizawa smirked and watched you in the mirror. You were embarrassed, flushed red, and sweating. He began to thrust again and gritted his teeth as he hissed words in your ear. 

“I didn’t know a whore could cum from just her asshole. You wanna cum? Huh?”

He began to bounce you on his dick. You let out screams at the deep penetration and you gripped onto his muscular forearms. “Take that dick,” he moans in your ear. You threw your head back as he kissed the nape of your neck and you let out breathless curse words. 

Your tits bounced in the mirror to Aizawa’s delight and you turned your head back around. 

“Look at yourself in the mirror, baby. Such a slutty kitten for me,” Aizawa said as he smirked.  

You are embarrassed at your reflection, watching your legs dangle and your asshole getting invaded as such. 

You suddenly felt the familiar feeling in your stomach, the wave of ecstasy nearing you. “I gotta...gotta…”, you stammered. 

“Gotta what?”, Aizawa teased. 

“I have...to pee...please,” you begged as you stared into his eyes in the mirror. 

“Can I cum?”, you asked in a desperate tone. 

“As long as you squirt all over,” Aizawa says. 

He thrusted simultaneously as he lifted you, deepening the penetration and making everything more sensitive. Your head was full and you felt so overwhelmed. 

You rubbed your clit in time with Aizawa’s vigorous pace and grabbed his forearm again. 

Aizawa pumped one final thrust and you could feel his cum inside you. At once, you let out a stream of your piss as you orgasmed. It got all over the sink and some splashed on the mirror. 

You and Aizawa both let out moans. You more so for the intensity of finally peeing and cumming. Aizawa sighed and smiled. He finally put you down and you fell to your knees, gripping onto his lower thigh.

He petted your head and tried to catch his breath. The sink dripped with your bodily fluid on its outskirts, and drops of urine began to form a puddle right near your feet. You were so tired and completely drained. 

“Thank...thank you, Sir,” you somehow managed to let out while catching your breath. 

Aizawa smiled and looked down at you with his Cheshire expression. 

“Guess we christened this bathroom, huh?”, he teased.

yes there are porta potties that big

[prettyboybarzal]

Dancing with Our Hands Tied (4)

A/N: Apologizing in advance (except not really). Pleeeease let me know what you think! Come scream in my ask heheheheh Chapter 5 out next Sunday!

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it, mates) & alcohol

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You knew you shouldn’t bring Charlie along with you to hang out with your friends, but you went against your better judgement anyway and it was all Pierre’s fault. He just had to get under your skin and question your engagement with Charlie to the point that you felt you needed to prove something. So, even though he spent almost the entire day protesting it, Charlie found himself in the middle of a group of drunk 20-something-year-olds on a Friday night.

What you thought would be a means to an end in getting Pierre to leave you alone only ended up being a disaster, and you found yourself wishing that someone, anyone, even Pierre, would rescue you from Charlie’s constant whining.

“Another round?” Josh asked, grin wide as he waited for the go ahead from the rest of the group before stalking off to the bar for shots, most likely of Tequila because Josh liked to cause chaos.

“Yes!” you shouted, blatantly ignoring Charlie’s grip on your thigh that indicated he wasn’t happy with your decision. You turned to him with a smile. “You want one, right?”

“No, YN,” he barked. “I don’t.”

“What’s your problem?”

“You’re being crazy!”

“I’m not being crazy!” you growled. He rolled his eyes. “I’m just having fun.”

The rest of the table was watching you fight with him, or at least trying not to and failing desperately, but thankfully Josh returned with a new tray of shots to derail the argument.You grabbed a glass and slugged it down without an ounce of regret or care for what Charlie had to say.

“I’m going to get some air,” he snapped as he stormed off to the back patio of the bar. You rolled your eyes at his retreating form and placed the glass back on the table.

“I’ll be back.”

---

Pierre had been watching you all night, though he was sure he wasn’t the only one. Your hushed arguments with Charlie weren’t all that hushed, afterall, and everyone exchanged awkward glances after you stormed off to follow the older man. 

He thought Charlie was harshing everyone’s mood, and he would be right about that. He winced when you threw back shots and rolled his eyes when you got a bit too loud. As you got drunker, Charlie got more restless, and a blow up was imminent. 

Now, Pierre really wasn’t the type to insert himself into other people’s bullshit. In fact, he tried to avoid it as much as possible. But it was you, it was always you that made him do stupid things and say stupid shit, and that’s why he ignored the voice in his head and followed the two of you towards the patio. 

He tried to blend in as best he could, knowing that you’d rip his head off if you saw him eavesdropping, and stood opposite the mens’ bathroom to give the allusion that he was just waiting to pee. 

“Charlie, I’m not leaving,” he heard you spat. Your voice was hushed but heightened and Pierre couldn’t stop himself from stepping closer to catch the rest of your words. “Do you even know how to have fun?”

“Jesus, YN,” Charlie groaned. “You knew I didn’t want to come! You knew I wanted to be at home. Why are you surprised that I want to go home now?”

“Just leave, Charlie!” you shouted. “You’re miserable and I’m not in the mood to deal with it tonight. I thought it would be nice to have you around my friends, but it’s actually been a nightmare.”

Charlie scoffed, mumbling something under his breath as he stormed back into the bar towards the entrance. You followed a moment later, too quickly for Pierre to hide and you noticed him standing there as soon as you reentered the bar.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Going to the bathroom,” he lied. “What? Do you have a monopoly on this hallway?”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Have you met yourself?” he asked, lip curling into a smirk. “I mean, not even your boyfriend wants to deal with you.” 

You were about to unload every insult in the book when the door to the bathroom swung open. A man stepped out, sparing you two a curious glance before he slipped away. Pierre grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the now empty bathroom. He crowded you against the door. 

“You have an attitude and the fact that he can’t get you off is making it worse. Get a grip, dump the dude, move on and fuck someone else.”

“He’s not my fucking boyfriend, Pierre.”

“Then what the hell is stopping you?”

Absolutely nothing, apparently, because you leaned up and captured his lips with yours, fingers curling into the hair at the back of his head while he locked the bathroom door behind you. Pierre pressed you against it, thigh slotting between your legs. 

You knew it was ridiculous that this was happening and maybe that last Tequila shot was the reason you were letting this happen, but every coherent thought exited your head as soon as he was attaching his lips to your throat. His hands gripped your waist to hold you closer. The friction between your cunt and his thigh shot right to your core. He helped you grind against his thight, just the fabric of your thong covering your core. 

You tugged his lips to yours by gripping his neck, he followed willingly, tongue swiping along your bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth and sucking. When he pulled away, his hand came to rest around the base of your neck. His fingers pressed into your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“I can fuck you so much better than he can. You want that?” he asked. He reached his hand beneath your skirt and pushed aside the lace covering you up. His fingers found your clit and you whimpered at his touch. “I said do you want that?”

“Yes,” you choked out. He hummed. You gasped as his fingers entered you, head thrown back against the door.

“I know Charlie couldn’t have made you this wet,” he said, pulling his fingers out and leaving you deflated. It was that moment of a pause that allowed you the coherency to try and gain control of the situation. 

With a raised brow and an unimpressed stare you began to ask, “Are you going to fuck me or--”

Pierre groaned as he pulled you to the mirror,  pressing your hips against the counter so that you were looking at yourselves in the mirror. You quivered at the sight of him behind you, tall and broad. You’d never denied that he was inherently attractive, but seeing him basically tower over you, feeling his hands engulf parts of your body, set something off in your brain and your pussy that reminded you he was far more attractive than you’d admitted before.

“You’re gonna watch what happens when a real man fucks you,” he murmured low in your ear. You moaned in response to his words. He made quick work of your skirt, pushing it over your ass to get a good look. Only briefly did he get caught up in the feeling of your soft skin beneath his calloused hands. He caught you staring and hooked his finger in your thong, yanking it down your legs. His pants followed.

He entered you hastily and leaned forward with a groan, forehead pressed against your shoulder as he filled you up. You cursed as he pulled your hips back into his to bury himself deeper.

With a shaky breath, he spoke, “You’re so fucking tight.”

He was so much larger than Charlie and it felt so good to be stretched like that. He wrapped your hair in his fist and tugged so that you were looking at yourself in the mirror. He pulled out and thrust back into you, bottoming out and watching as your mouth fell open with a loud moan. He was quick to pull your back to his chest and muffle your sounds with his free hand.

“As much as I want to hear you scream, you’re going to have to be quiet if you want to leave here with some dignity, okay?”

He released you from his grip and pushed you back onto your hands, fingers curling into your hair once more to make sure you watched while he fucked you. His thrusts were deep and slow and you were a moaning mess beneath him, unable to hold his gaze in the mirror because with each thrust you were rolling your eyes back in pleasure.

“Tell me how this feels.”

“S-so good.”

“You can do better than that,” he grunted, hand curling around your throat to pull you upright.

“I fucking hate you.”

It was the hottest sex you’d ever had and that realization made your head spin. He was using you, you were using him, and it felt so fucking good.

He gripped your thigh and placed your leg on the counter, cunt on display in the mirror as he fucked you deeper and harder. His finger circled your clit. Before long, you were rubbing yourself against his hand and pushing back onto his dick as you chased your high. The moans you’d been suppressing were released as his thrusts became more erratic.

“Look at yourself,” he whispered. “All fucked out because of me. Such a slut for me, huh?”

The curses and moans falling from your mouth coupled with the sound of his cock slamming into you created an obscene backtrack to the music the DJ was playing. You were thankful he was loud enough to drown your sounds out. Pierre pulled your back to his chest once more as he helped your along to orgasm. His own hips faltered, thrusts becoming sloppy, as he chased his own high.

“Cum.”

The demand sent you over the edge. You unraveled beneath him, head thrown back against his shoulder as you moaned, legs shaking from the aftershocks as he fucked you through it. He watched you fall apart in the mirror as he continued railing you, cocky smirk on his lips. The stimulation was too much and you were seeing stars as he worked towards his own orgasm. Finally, he pulled out, continuing to pump his length until he came, cum dripping down your ass and the back of your thighs. 

The silence that followed was deafening. 

Pierre dressed himself and grabbed paper towels to wipe his cum off your skin. After tossing them, he turned to find you fully dressed and fixing yourself in the mirror. He stepped up beside you, once again crowding you against the counter. He gripped your ass with one of his hands and whispered in your ear, “Next time, just forget your underwear. Save us the time.”

---

You woke up to three things.

The first: a text from Charlie apologizing for the night before. 

The second: a massive hangover migraine.

The third: the memory of Pierre taking you against the sink in a bar bathroom. 

What a fucking mess. 

You responded to the text to let him know that you’d talk later, you popped an Advil and prayed the hangover would go away, and then you texted Josh and requested Plan B because although you were on birth control and Pierre pulled-out, you could never be too safe.

“Chuckie boy doesn’t strike me as the type to go raw without being in a committed relationship.”

“Just, please, just shut up,” you groaned, snatching the box out of his hands as he pushed past you and entered the apartment. 

Okay, so you lied to him. What else were you supposed to do? Tell him that the teammate you hated the most railed you in a bathroom while he was on the dance floor? He wouldn’t have let you hear the end of it. So, if he assumed Charlie was the one hitting it raw, then you’d let him assume.

“Did he leave early last night? I swear you were with us later than he was.”

“Yeah, I ended up at his apartment after.”

It was easy to ignore any suspicions about yours and Pierre’s whereabouts because your friends were too drunk and too busy dancing to even notice you were both gone. Besides, Pierre left the bathroom a bit before you to keep all the questions you’d’ve gotten if you arrived back together at bay.

“Take your baby blocker pills and get ready for brunch.”

 Unsurprisingly, the girls planned a brunch just a few blocks away from your apartment for that morning. Had you stayed even a bit sober the night before, you wouldn’t have fucked Pierre knowing you had to see him the next morning. But, it was water under the bridge now and you needed to deal with the consequences. 

As you got ready for brunch, you found yourself staring at your naked body in the mirror, remembering the places he touched you. You swore you could still feel it. You wanted to regret it, but you just didn’t and you wouldn’t because he gave you the best orgasm you’d had in a long time.  

Pierre was already at brunch when you arrived. He was the first person you noticed, standing at the buffet line with his back to the entrance. His tattoos peeked out from beneath the hem of the sleeves of his classic white t-shirt and his dress pants were tailored to perfection, cropped at the ankle and tight around his ass. You’d never actually noticed him like this, or taken in the way he looked in whatever clothes he wore, but now you simultaneously wanted to fuck him and fight with him. Had it not been for Josh’s hand gently shoving you towards the buffet, you may have stood in place staring at him. 

When some of the other boys greeted you, he turned to say hello as well, a mischievous glint in his eye. 

“Morning,” he said. You rolled your eyes at him. 

“Tu as l’air en forme aujord’hui,” he spoke, eyes trained on yours. It was hard to look away and roll your eyes at him, but you managed it. Hardly.

“Pierre, let’s just keep our insults in English so it’s fair for the both of us,” you groaned with a scowl. He chuckled to himself, clearly pleased that he’d gotten a rise out of you, but then his teammate spoke up.

“That wasn’t an insult,” Alexandre Texier spoke, but Pierre pulled him away from you before he could give the real translation. He slung an arm over his shoulder as they retreated, like a high school bully would to the younger kids. You turned to Josh.

“If it wasn’t an insult, then what did he say?”

“I don’t know,” he murmured. “Use Google translate. Now, can you move? They just put a new platter of eggs out.”

Like some type of sick joke, you ended up across from Pierre while you ate. And although it was easy to ignore his wandering eyes by engaging in conversations with others around you, the nudging of his knee against yours demanded your attention and his laugh drowned out every other sound in the room. You kept your eyes off of him regardless.

Josh stood to run to the bathroom and you saw Pierre turn to talk to you out of the corner of your eye. Before he could speak, you barked, “It’s not happening.” He raised a brow at you. “Ever again.”

“Never?” he asked, leaning across the table towards you. The smell of his cologne filled your senses and you leaned away to escape it. 

“Never.”

A confident smile graced his lips and he nodded as he leaned back against his seat.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

+++

Translation: “Tu as l’air en forme aujord’hui” - You look good today

[angryschnauzer]

Superior Specimen - Chapter 7

Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig… and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Drunken Piggy Back Rides, Oral Sex (Female Recieving), Drama, Theft, Amateur Heroics, Hospital Visit, Shower Sex, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Blow Job, Fingering, Lavish lifestyle, Henry is loaded, The Shard, Expensive Gifts, Sixty nine, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Angst, Argument, Jealousy,

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Chapter 7

 When you emerged from the bathroom Henry was just coming out of the kitchen area, two bottles of water in hand before he opened one and handed it to you;

 “Drink”

 “Thank you” you took it from him and lifted it to your mouth, not realising how dry your throat had grown from all the exertion. As you drank in silence you couldn’t help but to let your eyes stray over his exquisite body, from his broad chest to his narrow waist, to his thick cock hanging heavy between his enormous thighs. You hadn’t realised how long - and obviously - you’d been staring, but when he held his arms out and span slowly around with a smirk on his face you realised it hadn’t been in the tiniest bit subtle;

 “Like what you see Princess?”

 Stepping forwards you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his chest as you smiled at him;

 “You know I do”

 With a sly grin you pressed the cold-water bottle to his naked ass and he let out a high-pitched squeal and leapt forwards, knocking you to your ass onto the soft plush carpet. Propping yourself up on your elbows you grinned at him as he towered over you, a look of dark amusement on his face;

 “Oh, you are in for it now Princess”

 You let out a squeal as he suddenly swooped down and threw you over his shoulder before stalking back to the bed and tossing you onto the king-size mattress. You squealed and laughed as he was suddenly upon you, tickling your sides in a relentless fashion as you writhed and wriggled beneath him. With your legs entangled you were soon rolling around, skin sliding against skin and you could feel him getting hard against your belly. In a moment of weakness you were able to twist your body enough so that suddenly you were on top, straddling his waist. You caught his hands in yours and intertwined your fingers together, your chests heaving from exertion and laughter.

 You leant forwards and pressed a kiss to his lips, and that’s when you felt it. You weren’t sure if henry knew what you were about to do, but as you knelt back upright and rolled your hips just right, you slowly sank down onto his hard length that had notched just right at your entrance when you’d kissed him. His eyes went wide in surprise, his jaw hung open before the feeling of your hot soaked walls completely enveloping him was too much to process and his eyes fluttered shut;

 “Oh… oh-hoh… fuck…”

 His lip trembled as you slowly rolled your hips, arching your spine before straightening. With your fingers still linked you moved, riding him slowly, spelling out letters and words with your hips to rub him just the right way to make him go crazy. Out of all the times he had known how to work your body and drive you to an intense orgasm, now it was your turn. With a roll and curve of your hips you felt his fingers tighten against yours, his mouth moving but unable to get out the words he wanted to say, before finally finding his voice;

 “Hu-holy… fuck... Princess, I-if you keep going I’m gonna cum”

 “That’s the plan…”

 “But you…”

 “Shhh… don’t you worry about me Hen, just enjoy it”

 His body relaxed when he realised what you wanted to do, that you weren’t concerned about your own orgasm, and instead wanted to drive him completely crazy. With a swirl of your hips you started to spell out certain letters with your hips. You closed your eyes and concentrated on spelling and with each letter Henry’s moans and cries got more heated. On the second to last letter he let out a high pitched whine and his hands flew to your hips, the tell-tale tremble where your bodies were joined, and as you swayed your hips from right to left to right to left it was the trigger and his back arched, pumping you full of another load of his thick seed.

 He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you down to his lips, kissing you before you settled onto his chest, your head resting on his shoulder as you held him in the afterglow of his orgasm. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely a whisper;

 “Thank you”

 “Umm, you’re welcome?”

 “No, really, thank you. It’s been a long time since a lover has solely given me pleasure without expecting it in return… which I absolutely will do, but…”

 In that moment you felt for him, you knew that he knew he was a skilled lover, but when you have a skill sometimes people can take it for granted. You went to speak but in that moment your stomach rumbled, and you giggled as he ran a hand softly over your back;

 “You are feeling hungry again Princess?”

“We did work up quite an appetite… do you think it’s too late for room service?” you propped yourself up and smiled at him.

 “Go check out the fridge… I would move but you’ve rendered me useless for the next few minutes with that pussy from heaven…”

 You delicately shifted off him, feeling his now soft member slip out of you, and you stood on wobbly legs, walking bow legged to the kitchen as you felt Henry’s cum slowly coating your inner thighs. Bending to look into the fridge you let out a squeal when you saw the large plate decorated with miniatures of all the restaurants famous desserts. 

“Bring two spoons!” you heard Henry call from the bed and you smiled as you did as he asked, carrying the plate in one hand and the cutlery in another as you made your way through the room lit by a single lamp at the side of the bed that he’d switched on and settled the plate on the bed beside Henry as he sat propped up against the plush pillows. You handed him a spoon and grinned;

 “Okay so we’re not going to just eat these off each other’s bodies?”

 “Uh-huh… you see this one?” he swiped his spoon halfway through what looked like a chocolate cheesecake; “This one has cocoa nibs in… they get caught in my chest hair”

 He lifted the spoon to your lips and you moaned as the rich Ecuadorian cocoa hit your taste buds, before grinning and talking with your mouth full;

 “So, you’ve done the body cheesecake eating thing with someone else?” you cocked an eyebrow, before your eyes went a little wider when you saw him start to blush and you stopped chewing.

 “Not exactly…” he took a deep breath and smiled sheepishly; “I was staying here last year - my Air B&B wasn’t ready - and I ordered room service. I had fucked up my shoulder on a dig so couldn’t be bothered to wear a shirt… and proceeded to drop an enormous spoonful of cheesecake on my chest”

 You let out a burst of laughter, struggling to keep the chocolatey mess in your mouth as he continued;

 “So not only was it super cold, it got caught in all the hairs… and my dominant arm was fucked up so when I went to pick it out I missed the plate with the crumby base and dropped it on the floor… then proceeded to step on it and leave a trail of brown stains across this carpet to the bathroom that looked like I’d trodden shit around the suite”

 Your eyes watered from trying hard not to laugh and spray cheesecake over him, but the thought of him having to speak to the concierge about another ‘its-not-shit-its-cheesecake’ incident was too much… thankfully Henry could see your predicament, quickly reaching to the plate to grab a paper napkin that had been set on it and handing it to you so you could spit the cheesecake out.

 The pair of you picked at the desserts, feeding each other, talking and laughing, before you stifled a yawn;

 “I need some sleep… you’ve worn me out”

 “Let me get rid of this” Henry grabbed the empty plate and started towards the kitchen area; “And then I’ll see about sorting you out Princess”

 Standing you smiled as you headed towards the bathroom, your body and mind in that pleasant glow of pre-sleep, absentmindedly calling out to him;

 “I love you to pieces Henry but you are not coming near this pussy again tonight, she needs time to recover… I’m gonna pee then fall asleep in your arms in that massive bed”

 With your back turned you weren’t aware of Henry’s reaction to your words, how he’d picked up on your casual use of Love, and that he knew it came from the heart. 

 By the time you returned to the bedroom Henry had lowered the blinds and was laying in bed, the covers to his waist as you climbed in beside him, curling up to his wide chest as he wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You were asleep within minutes; however Henry was wide awake, his mind racing, processing something that had never been said to him before.

You woke to find Henry’s arm draped over your waist, his chest to your back as the cracks of daylight peeked in through the miniscule gaps in the blinds that covered the windows. You shifted a little and he rolled silently onto his back, the sheets draped over his lower body and you could tell he was sound asleep. Sitting on the side of the bed you reached for the water bottle only to find it empty, and with a longing glance at sleeping beauty you pushed yourself to your feet in the search for a drink.

 Twenty minutes later you emerged from the shower, having found your lower body to be a sticky uncomfortable mess upon waking, you spied Henry’s shirt from the night before draped over a chair and pulled it on, smiling at the scent of his aftershave as your body heated the luxury cotton as it nestled against your naked body. Quietly making a cup of coffee you peered in at Henry, still snoring away in the massive bed. Letting him rest you took a seat in the dining area, resting your legs on the glass table as you checked your phone, snapping a shot from your hip that showed Henry’s shirt tails draped over your thigh, your steaming mug of coffee, and the London skyline in the background. 

 One Instagram upload later you were quietly enjoying your coffee as you checked your messages when one caught your eye, from your roommate. As you read it your heart sank. Two years ago when you’d been hunting for a flat share in London you’d been introduced to a friend of a friend, a photographer that had a flat in Fulham and was never home, as he was a Paparazzi and travelled for 9 months of the year. He kept a place in London that was in essence a storage flat, but for security he liked to have a roommate. The last person had moved out and he needed someone to take on the spare room. Rent would be low by London standards, and for most of the year you’d have the place to yourself. Well, now he had decided to make the move to LA permanent, and wanted to touch base with you regarding how you and he should go about sorting the flat… and he was giving you first refusal to see if you wanted to buy it. 

 You set the phone down on the table and stared out of the window, a million and one things racing through your mind… did you earn enough to get a mortgage? Would it just be easier to move out and find another place? You were chewing on a fingernail when a large pair of hands slid down your shoulders and slipped inside the open shirt to cup your breasts, whilst the owner of said hands bent over you and kissed you;

 “Morning”

 “You look delicious in my shirt Princess”

 Henry's voice was rough from sleep, immediately ridding the previous problem from your mind and it sent a jolt of arousal straight to your core;

 “You looked pretty damn good in it too last night”

 Turning you stood and wrapped your arms around his wide shoulders, sighing into the tongue filled kiss as he lifted you and set your ass down on the cool glass of the table. Slowly he unfastened the few buttons that were holding the shirt together, before letting the garment fall open to expose your naked body. He ran his hand down your body, cupping your sex before sliding two fingers through your folds;

 “You’ve showered”

 “I have… I was sticky…”

 “Mmmn… I’ll just have to make you sticky again”

 He angled his hips and you felt his morning wood press against your entrance, his thumb rubbing against your clit as he slowly pushed into your soaked channel. You were expecting him to just fuck you on the table, but when he lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist, you let out a cry of surprise before he walked the few steps to the massive windows and pressed you against them;

 “I want all of London to see how beautiful you are when you cum, how well you take my dick…”

 He started to fuck you hard against the glass, your head resting against the cool surface as you clung to his shoulders, and with each delicious flick of his hips he was driving you rapidly towards orgasm, his thickness filling you completely. You were almost there when he paused, and it brought your focus back to his face, surprise to see he wasn’t looking at you, instead his attention was outside. You following his gaze and let out a shriek: the window cleaning crew were hanging from their gantry, squeegees in hand and jaws agape as they watched Henry railing you against the window they were cleaning from the outside. 

 With a smirk Henry reached over and pressed the button for the internal window blinds to be lowered, the two of you still carnally connected as the outside world was cut off. In the now muted light Henry started with fresh vigour as he fucked you harder than ever before, filling you repeatedly before you came with a scream, squeezing his body so tight he followed soon after, pumping you full again. 

 He spent the longest time just holding you, pressing kisses to your face and neck before your legs started to cramp and you begged to be let down, the sclooping sound of his heavy length pulling free of your cum soaked channel met your ears and it sent a grin to your face;

 “I’m going to need another shower”

 “I think I’ll join you” he replied with a grin, before picking the room phone up; “I’ll order breakfast so it’ll be here for when we’re finished, say 45 minutes?”

 You nodded silently, realising that the shower wasn’t going to be a ‘just get clean’ shower.

 -

 The shower had proven one thing; Henry was insatiable and had the stamina of a horse. He’d had you bent over from behind in the shower before you’d both cum, finally washing yourselves clean after that. As Henry shut the water off and stepped out he held out a hand to you, before wrapping a huge fluffy towel around your body and pressing a kiss to your nose. A knock at the suite door interrupted, Henry wrapping a towel around his waist as you started to dry yourself.

 Emerging from the steamy bathroom a few minutes later, you’d tied the soft robe that was provided by the hotel around you and found Henry setting out the trays of breakfast on the table that only an hour before he’d been fucking you on;

 “Breakfast is served! What would you like; waffles? Fruit?”

 “Yes, it all sounds amazing”

 You sat beside each other quietly eating, before Henry sat back and smiled at you;

 “What would you like to do today?”

 You shrugged;

 “I hadn’t really thought about it to be honest… I wasn’t expecting an overnight stay at a hotel, so I didn’t exactly pack a change of clothes. I guess just head home after doing a walk a shame through reception in my evening dress”

 Henry stood suddenly, holding a finger up in a ‘just a moment’ way, crossing the room and disappearing to the bedroom. You heard the quiet woosh of the sliding wardrobe doors opening, and moments later he reappeared carrying a number of bright yellow giftbags with ‘Selfridges’ emblazoned across them;

 “I thought of that…”

 He set the bags onto the table in front of you, and you raised an eyebrow;

 “Hen… what’s in the bags…”

 “An anti-walk-of-shame kit” You stood and looked into the bags, before starting to pull out their contents as he continued to explain; “I wasn’t sure what to get, or what the weather would be doing, so I got a few choices…”

 Pulling a floaty summer dress from one bag you held it against you and twirled around, revelling in the way the fabric drifted on the breeze. Checking the label you saw that it was the right size, before setting it down and going through the other bags. You found a pair of comfortable velvet sliders that your feet would certainly welcome after wearing the high heels the night before, a cardigan, and a bikini that looked incredibly tiny along with some lace panties. Another bag contained travel sized toiletries and a hairbrush. Another held a pale tracksuit in the softest of jersey fabrics. You set everything back into their bags and looked at Henry;

 “Thank you…. Is this normal for you?”

 “No, not at all” he wrapped his arms around your waist; “With everything that happened this week, I wanted to treat you, surprise you with a night that couldn’t beat any other night you’d ever had with anyone in your past”

 “What if I hadn’t said yes to staying the night?”

 “Then I would have taken all this back to my place for you to use there” he shrugged and a smile on his lips.

 “And why the bikini?”

 “Oh, there’s a pool here, thought we could make use of it before lunch?”

 -

 The sight of Henry in swimming trunks was enough to make you want to drop to your knees, the fabric closely cropped around the tops of his massive thighs, and the way his dick bulged obscenely in them, well, you were glad you were the only ones making use of the pool. Your bikini that he’d chosen for you wasn’t much better, the top merely two triangles of fabric with an array of straps, the bottoms just about covering your pussy but not a lot else. You were thankful for the robes the hotel provided for your short trip to where the pool was. 

 Once you were in the water however the playful side came out of both of you, hands sneaking under the water for surreptitious squeezes and caresses. Just at the point where Henry was about to have you pressed against the wall of the pool you heard the door open to the pool room, and a family with three kids came in, the kids dive bombing into the water. You both laughed at their excitement of swimming in a high-rise, the views over London just as stunning as in every other room, and as the parents apologised for the kids you told them it wasn’t a problem at all;

 “We were just about to get into the jacuzzi anyway”

 “We were?” Henry muttered but didn’t argue as you led him up the steps and quickly sank down into the hot bubbling waters, the jacuzzi just around the corner from the pool. You were in the same room but thankfully out of sight, and the second the two of you were enveloped by the bubbles Henry pulled you to sit on his lap, facing away from him. 

 “There are camera’s here” he whispered in your ear; “But they can’t see what happens underwater…”

 His fingers snuck into your bikini bottoms, seeking out your folds before rubbing against your clit. Resting your head back against his shoulder, to anyone watching it would seem you are just a couple in each other’s arms; what they couldn’t see was Henry already had two fingers knuckle deep within you. He was grinding his dick into your ass when you let the water float you above his lap enough for him to tug his shorts down just enough to free himself, before he pulled you down and you sank onto his hardness. 

 As you watched the city go about its day Henry whispered utter filth into your ear, his hips making the tiniest of thrusts beneath the water, his fingers rubbing hard against your clit as you did your absolute best not to moan, sigh, or give anything away above the water that you had Henry’s massive dick plundering you yet again, this time in public. 

 His breaths were getting shorter in your ear and you had almost bitten through your lip from trying not to moan at the pleasure that was building in the pit of your stomach, so when Henry’s other hand snuck inside your top and pinched at your nipple you let out a tiny grunt and started to cum, the tightness of your walls contracting around him setting his own orgasm off.

 Soon after you climbed out having rearranged your swimwear, pulling your robes on before nodding to the family that were blissfully unaware of what you’d just done, their kids having been squealing and screaming far more than you two ever could.

 -

 Back at the room and showering again, you laughed as you playfully slapped away Henry’s hands as he kept trying to grab your ass in the shower, before finally turning and cupping his balls;

 “Henry, give these two a rest, they’re almost empty… gotta save something for my afternoon snack…”

 He grunted as you carefully washed him down of the soapy suds that covered his cock and balls, before kissing him once. As he soaped your back his voice was quiet;

 “What would you like to do now? Head out somewhere? Borough Market is just across the road… Or it’s just a short walk down the embankment to tower bridge… we could be proper tourists for the day”

 “That sounds good”

 -

 Sipping on the multiberry smoothie you’d bought as you and Henry had looked around Borough Market, the pair of you slowly strolled along the embankment alongside the River Thames. There was little to no breeze which you were truly thankful for as the dress he’d bought you was shorter than you were expecting, however he certainly wasn’t complaining and rather vocally had expressed how much he enjoyed seeing you in it. With your fingers interlinked with his you were deep in thought as you sipped on your drink, walking in silence towards the ornate towers of Tower Bridge.

 “... Princess?”

 Stopping you turned to Henry;

 “Yes? Sorry, did you say…?”

 Henry quietly laughed;

 “I have in fact been wittering away for the entire length of the embankment… what’s on your mind?”

 You saw a bench and nodded to it, Henry following you as you sat down;

 “My roommate has told me he wants to sell the flat”

 “Oh… I didn’t realise you had a roommate… and a ‘he’ at that…”

 You sat back and looked at him, raising an eyebrow;

 “Are you... Are you jealous?”

 He leant forwards, resting his elbows on his knees. Taking a deep breath, he let out a single laugh before shaking his head;

 “No… yes… kind of…”

 “You don’t need to be. He’s gay. He’s out of the country for nine months of the year. When he is in the country, he’s barely at home with the hours he does”

 “What does he do?”

 “Paparazzi photographer. He’ll be here for a few months in the springtime… when it’s warm enough for celebs to be here for holidays and shopping. Usually starts with the Brit awards in February and is gone by May”

 “Where does he sleep?”

 “In his room of course”

 “His… room?”

 You stood, getting frustrated at the points Henry was focusing on;

 “Yes, his room. The door off the right of the living room. That’s his room”

 “Oh”

 That was it. He didn’t say another word, instead just looked down at his hands. And it annoyed you. This man, this gorgeous, kind, caring man, the same man you had thought of and nothing else for the past few weeks, who had been your knight in shining armour, was suddenly focusing on such a small detail of your life and becoming jealous of it? The longer you looked at him the longer he kept his gaze averted, saying nothing.

 You’d stayed long enough, silently you turned, the lump in your throat growing as you walked away, tossing the remains of your drink in the nearest bin. You didn’t look back. If he was going to be like that over something so tiny, perhaps you’d fallen too hard for him.

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[adhdeancas]

Hey for prompts, Sam was watching Queer eye and Dean decided to join him for shits but it's the episode where they help a young trans man find himself and Dean has a small breakdown. (Specifically, the not-having-to-be-masc-100%-all-the-time and still be trans, and to still be able to play with clothes and styles)

i went back and watched part of this ep to remind me, that’s why it took me a sec. also took me a sec bc it’s been a WEEK for this trans man and even thinking about a point in which I am read enough as a guy to think about wearing feminine things as a guy gives me... feelings. ANYWAY enough about me, let’s read this

love you friend, hope you like it

Sam watches Queer Eye a while ago, when he was in a slump, and now he saves the episodes for bad days like Dean hoards brownie mixes in the pantry for when he feels really shitty. Dean’s walking past the living room with a beer when he hears somebody say “top surgery” and because he’s a nosy motherfucker, he peeks in. Sure enough, footage of some dude’s surgery is on the screen and Tan France is talking about how he doesn’t know anything about trans people.

Dean snorts and comes in, slumping down onto his chair. Sam looks up at him with a start. “Hate that. Learn your fucking history, dickhead.”

“Don’t call Tan a dickhead.”

“Sh, you’re just protective because you like swiss-tying your shirts or whatever.”

“French tuck.” Sam bitched, well aware Dean was being a jerk on purpose. “Besides, he needs to say it on the show, to learn and all that.”

Dean shrugs and steals a chip from Sam. They’re plantain chips, but they’re salty, so they’re good enough. He grins at the trans guy’s cat pee couch, “Cas would love that.” Sam is excited to learn how to make sushi via Antoni. They both go quiet when Skyler talks to Bobby about how his family didn’t accept him, and Dean draws his knees up to his chest. Unbidden, he knows they’re both thinking about all the shitty things their dad, their family, their hunter friends, random acquaintances have said to them throughout the years, whether knowing it was bad or not. Somehow those comments are never really forgotten. 

On the screen, the same thing is echoed: 

“I was always a really angry kid… because every day of my life, I wore a mask. So when you’re hearing constantly from the people that mean the most to you that what you are is awful…”

“You’re awful.”

“Yeah. And unacceptable. It really does a number on you.”

“Yeah.”

“So I was just pissed all the time.”

Sam clears their throat. 

The episode continues.

Skyler talks about being misgendered during surgery. “Yeah, me too man. You try getting top surgery 20 years ago.” Dean scoffs at the screen. Sam grins at him, like he always does when he talks to the TV. He always teases him that it’s an old man thing to do. 

Tan and Skyler talk about his style. It’s androgynous. “Dean, why don’t you ever wear stuff like that?”

Dean glares at him, looking from the flashy clothes to his brother. “I’m a dude.”

“So is Skyler.”

“Yeah but I’m a guy like…” he tries to think of how to make Sam understand. “I’m a guy like Bobby.” he’d almost said John, but changed last minute. He didn’t want to open that can of worms. He hadn’t worn his dad’s coat in years. 

“I thought you said you liked skirts.”

Dean stares resolutely at the screen, hoping Sam will get the hint. He does, sighing, and returns to the episode. There is an awesome moment where Skyler gets fitted for a suit, and Dean can feel the jealousy coursing through his veins. The baggy Fed suits hanging in his closet come to mind.

Skyler dresses in a sequined blazer and meets Todrick, his gender-bending gay idol, and they share a tearfilled conversation that Sam himself sniffs at. 

“You were so important to my transition, and recognizing that I am feminine and I am masculine, and that gets put into this perfect little ball that is me. But it took me a long time to be okay with that feminine side and seeing another queer man like you that owned all of it and just was so fabulous...”

Dean’s heart is clenching in his chest, and he digs his fingernails into his knees. His mind is stuck on the pair of satin panties he has in his underwear drawer, the pair he’s too afraid to ever wear just in case he got in a massive car accident and they had to cut open his pants or he had to do some emergency plumbing and bend down under the sink. Just in case anyone saw and thought... When the next episode starts, Dean reaches over to grab the remote and pause the TV. Sam looks at him expectantly. “Everyone looks hot in fishnets. Right?”

Sam laughs, but quiets quickly at the serious look on Dean’s face. “Yeah, sure. Everybody looks good in fishnets, I guess. Completely gender inclusive product.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “I just don’t-” he stops and works his jaw. Sam seems to get it. They’re used to choosing more conservative choices when he goes out, but when he chooses feminine ones, he relishes in the gender confusion he gives people. Dean just can’t stop thinking about how tiny his waist is or how big his hips are. How much of him shows. The idea that someone might confuse him for a girl. Again. 

“Yeah. I know.” Sam says softly. 

Dean nods. Nothing to do about it. “Guess I just have to quit being such a pussy, don’t I. Let people think what they think.”

“Other people perceiving you as a man doesn’t make you a man, Dean. Same way it doesn’t make me one.” Sam nudges his leg with his socked foot, and Dean reluctantly looks him in the eyes. “You’re a man. Even if you wear a skirt. Or fishnets.”

Dean clears his throat and stands up. “Yeah, I know.”

“Hey, I’m pretty sure Cas thinks fishnets are hot too.”

“Fuck you.” Dean bursts out laughing and stands up. “Alright… maybe.”

He can still hear Sam laughing as he continues down the hallway.

[littlestarofthewest]

This might be a weird fanfic request but meh, Modern AU fem/reader, where Arthur buys Y/N a gift but the gift is vibrating panties and they go out and he controls the remote.... it could slowly turn into a smut if you feel comfortable writing it. 💗

There are no weird requests!! Seriously, if I don’t want to write something, I won’t, but you can always ask for anything. In this case, I have no idea how this was supposed to go un-smutty, so have some smut xD

Title: best gift ever | Word Count: 2493 | Rating: Explicit!!! (18+)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female reader

Tags: modern au, public sex, sex toys

After having a hell of a day at work, you’re not looking forward to going back. You hate office parties more than anything, and you couldn’t care less about one of the CEOs going into retirement, no matter if he founded that damn company. You do good work, and that should be enough. They shouldn’t be able to steal your free time as well, especially today.

“I’m home,” you shout into the apartment when you close the door behind you, and only seconds later, you’re pulled into a bear hug by Arthur.

“Happy anniversary,” he says with a smile before kissing you until your knees go weak.

You put your arms around his neck and rub your cheek against his soft beard. “I don’t wanna go.”

“We’ve talked about this, darling,” Arthur says, and before you can protest, he lifts you up, making you put your legs around him while he carries you into the other room. “We make a quick appearance and celebrate later.”

“I want to celebrate now,” you say, kissing along Arthur’s neck.

He groans, and you hope to tempt him, but he puts you down in the bathroom. “I already drew you a bath. Just take a moment to relax, and this thing will be over in no time.”

“Fine,” you mutter, but it still takes a while for Arthur to leave.

You let him help you out of your clothes and take every chance you get to make him stay. Finally, Arthur promises you that you can have his anniversary gift before you leave, and you let him go to take your bath.

Afterward, you head to the bedroom only in your towel and find Arthur already in his suit. Usually, Arthur dresses a lot more casual, so seeing him like this has your blood pumping again. 

“Very handsome, Mr. Morgan,” you say, and Arthur rewards you with a kiss and a smile.

“Presents?” he asks, and you can’t help but laugh about his excitement. A man his size shouldn’t look like a puppy who’s about to get a treat.

“Fine, I’ll start,” you say before getting a little package out of your closet and handing it to him. 

Arthur unwraps it with glee on his face, and his eyes grow wide when he holds it up, realizing what it is. Early on in your relationship, you found out that the only thing that turns Arthur on more than getting you naked is getting you almost naked. Over the years, your collection of lingerie grew like crazy, and there’s rarely a week where you don’t put on something special for Arthur.

The piece in his hands is a barely-there garter belt made of thin lace that leaves your breasts bare and only exists to hold up the matching stockings. You take it out of Arthur’s hands with a smile. “I could wear this under my dress tonight. What do you think?”

Arthur swallows visibly, his eyes still fixed on the lingerie when he licks his lips. “Sure. It might go well with this.”

He leans down to get a small bag out from under the bed and hands it to you. Since you recognize from which shop this is coming, you feel the same excitement you saw on Arthur’s face. Reaching inside, you find thin black panties, but pulling them out, they feel way too heavy. A second later, you spot another small item in the bag, and the penny drops.

“Do they vibrate?”

Arthur nods, a hint of redness on his face. “You said you always wanted to try that, but you don’t have to wear-”

You cut Arthur off by crawling into his lap and kissing him. “I’ll put these on right away,” you say before getting the remote out of the bag, “and you take this.”

There’s a definite hunger in Arthur’s eyes when he takes the remote, and suddenly you look forward to tonight’s party.

————-

Arthur starts you off by testing the panties on the car ride. It’s nice enough, just a teasing little buzz, and you’re happy to find out that the sound is low enough that nobody will be able to hear.

At the party, you make your way around the room, saying hi to the important people, introducing Arthur to anybody who hasn’t met him before. Then you part ways, and the waiting starts.

Arthur begins the night of teasing by doing nothing at all. You’ve been at the party for about an hour, and your underwear has been perfectly still. You begin to wonder if the panties are broken, but when you talk to one of your co-workers who Arthur absolutely despises, a sudden buzz between your legs makes you gasp. 

You quickly get away, hiding your reaction behind a cough, but from there on out, the game is on. It quickly becomes obvious that Arthur has an eye on you the whole time. He makes the panties vibrate on the worst occasions. Soon, he doesn’t turn them off at all anymore, letting them tease you at the lowest setting, at least.

Thirty minutes in, you notice how some of the men give you looks, and after getting over the initial panic that they might know what’s going on in your pants, you see the obvious problem. Brought on by the arousal, your nipples are standing at the ready at all times. They look like they’re about to poke holes through the thin fabric of your dress.

It becomes highly entertaining for you to engage those guys in conversation and watch them try their hardest to look you in the eyes. At the same time, it’s getting harder to talk to anybody at all. Arthur keeps messing with the vibrator, using such different settings that you never know what’s about to hit you.

After a while, you seek shelter in one of the stalls in the lady’s room. Arthur’s decent enough to let you pee in peace, and you take the chance to clean yourself and the panties up. With all the stimulation, you got so wet that you made quite the mess already. For a brief moment, you consider getting yourself off but decide against it. 

The second you’re back at the party, Arthur teases you again, letting you find out that the settings go way higher than you initially thought. You lose track of time, your mind occupied by the tingling in your pants while you try your best to hold any conversation.

Twenty minutes after your break, you bite your lip and have to throw in some breathing exercises so you won’t start moaning in the middle of the room. Your body feels hot all over, your pussy is soaking wet again, and you’re so oversensitive that even the fabric of your dress against your skin feels like a constant stimulation.

You’re about to find Arthur and tell him to maybe take a break when your old CEO runs into you. “Ah, miss Y/N, there you are. I’m glad you could make it, dear.”

He shakes your hand, and you force a smile on your face. “Of course, Mr. O'Driscoll. I guess I had to see for myself if you’re really quitting.”

With a laugh, he lets go off your hand. “Well, you’re not the first one to say that, but don’t you worry, I’m gone for good this time. I think the company is in good hands with Colm.”

“I’m sure it is. Colm is-” you begin, but lose your train of thought when your panties suddenly seem to explode. The vibration is so strong that it takes away your breath, and you have to force out the words. “Colm is most competent, I’m sure he’ll do fine.”

“Thank you,” Colm’s father says, but then he furrows his brows. “Are you alright, dear? You look a little flushed. Maybe you should sit down.”

The vibrator almost brings you to your knees as it is, you don’t want to know what it would be like if you sat down on it. “Oh no, I’ve just been feeling a little under the weather today, but nothing a good night’s sleep can’t cure.”

“You’re a fighter, I know that,” Mr. O'Driscoll says. “But you better take care of yourself. Promise me you’ll head home soon.”

“Promise,” you say, earning a fond smile. 

“It was nice to see you, dear.”

“You too,” you say, shaking his hand again. The second he walks away, you grab the nearest table for support, and the buzz in your pants ebbs away. 

You’re tempted to find Arthur to give him a piece of your mind, but you agreed to this after all, and your pussy sure doesn’t mind the teasing. Still, you only make it another ten minutes before you give Arthur the signal to leave. 

The vibrations start up again as you’re standing in the elevator with a bunch of people on your way down to the parking garage. A not so subtle guy stares at your chest until Arthur clears his throat, and he’s the first one to rush to his car the second the elevator doors open.

You wait for everybody else to leave before you follow Arthur to your car. By now, you’re so wet that you’re afraid your juices might run down your legs, and it becomes harder and harder to walk. You’re halfway to the car when the vibration gets worse, and you bite your lip again to keep yourself from cursing out Arthur. 

Of course, the son of a bitch kept it from you how high the setting actually goes, and with every step, he cranks it up higher. You can’t hold in a whimper and slap your hand against the roof of the car before turning to him.

“You alright, darling?” Arthur asks with a teasing smile.

“Turn it off,” you gasp, hoping that it might help, but you’re already too far gone. Your pussy still pulses like crazy, and you grab Arthur and pull him in. “You have to fuck me!”

“Let’s get in the-” Arthur starts, but you shake your head, your hand greedily diving between his legs.

“Right now, Arthur,” you groan, “I need your cock right the fuck now.”

There’s a second of hesitation, but then Arthur’s all over you. You pull him in for a sloppy kiss, and his hands roam over your body, setting you on fire. Arthur pulls down the straps of your dress, teasing your exposed nipples with his tongue while you hike up your dress and shove down the panties, not caring that they end up on the dirty floor.

Arthur comes back up to kiss you, and you open his pants with experienced hands. It’s certainly not the first time you had quick fun somewhere in public, you’ve just never been so desperate for it before. Arthur isn’t any better, though. The second you get out his cock, he pulls up one of your legs, and while you wrap it around him, he pushes into you.

It feels like getting cold water on a fresh burn. After being teased the whole time, you sure don’t mind something more solid. Arthur goes slow at first, always trying to be careful with you, but today you can’t have that. The initial release soon isn’t enough anymore. Arthur’s movements feel good, but they only spur you on more.

“Fuck,” you curse, desperately bucking your hips for more friction. “I need more, Arthur.”

“Goddammit, girl,” Arthur curses, but then he pulls out of you and grabs you by the arm to move you around. 

Arthur bends you over the hood of the car, making you cry out as he pushes back into you from behind. Somewhere in your foggy brain, you know how exposed you are. Your naked breasts are pressing against the cold material of the car while you have your ass up in the air to give Arthur as much access as possible.

He makes good use of it. With his fingers digging into your hips, he thrusts into you, making you moan so loudly that your voice carries through the entire parking garage. You know you should quiet down, but you’re too focused on getting off. 

By now, you feel like your whole body is buzzing, the blood pumping through your veins as if a dam broke inside of you. The pressure is building up between your legs, but although you’re always short of coming, you can’t quite get there.

“Oh God, I need more. Please,” you beg, and then you feel Arthur’s hand between your legs.

Instead of short, hard thrusts, Arthur pushes deep inside of you, his fingers creating a nice rub against your clit. 

“Come on, come for me, darling,” Arthur says, “milk my cock with your sweet pussy.”

Arthur’s voice has always been your kryptonite, and it does the trick again. His words finally send you over the edge, your whole body shaking as you reach back to hold on to Arthur’s arm, desperate for leverage. You cry out his name as hot waves of pleasure run through you, finally taking away the pressure and leaving nothing but pure bliss.

Arthur’s fingers are digging so hard into your flesh that you might bruise, and he moans just as loud as you did as he comes, your muscles clenching around him. You can feel his hot come filling you up, and your whole body lets loose, turning into a hot puddle on the hood of the car.

After giving himself a moment to breathe, Arthur helps you up, and while he tucks himself away, you try to get your dress back in order. Then, you pick up the panties and throw your arms around Arthur, still a little shaky on your legs. 

“That’s the best. Gift. Ever,” you whisper to him, and he chuckles against your lips.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“I can’t wait to wear them again.”

Arthur’s eyes grow wide. “Again?”

“Yes,” you say, running your fingers down Arthur’s chest as you think about it. “While we’re out shopping, in the park, the cinema. And hey, there will always be more office parties.”

Arthur groans and buries his face against your neck. “You’re gonna be the death of me, darling.”

You run your fingers through Arthur’s hair, laughing. “Says the guy who just bent me over a car.”

“True,” Arthur says, a little red tainting his cheeks as he looks back up at you. “I hope that wasn’t too much.”

“It was just right,” you assure him, following your words up with a kiss. “I just don’t think I can stand any longer.”

Arthur smiles. “Then I better get you home and into bed.”

A tingling feeling rushes through your stomach at the words. “And then we celebrate?”

“And then we celebrate,” Arthur says, his voice deep and full of promises.

It’s gonna be a long night, but you don’t mind one bit. Office parties aren’t that bad, after all.

[solasan]

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DISAGREEMENTS.

who is more likely to raise their voice?

i mean both, probably? they’re both very passionate people

who threatens to leave but never actually does?

i’ll hesitantly say june but i dont think they’d reach that point

who actually keeps their word and leaves?

neither lmao

who trashes the house?

in day-to-day life, june; she’s very messy. in fights? neither bcos that’s messed up. the Most that’ll happen is adam cracking a piece of furniture in his fist by accident

do either of them get physical?

uhhh they’ll spar from time to time, but outside of that, never

how often do they argue/disagree?

in the beginning?? all the fucking time. every day. they butt heads like they were made to do it. further in, they argue much less, especially once june’s proved adam’s whole “humans are weak!!!” thing wrong

who is the first to apologize?

adam gets bullied into it by nate sometimes. june won’t apologise unless she’s absolutely certain she’s in the wrong, but it does happen. so i guess it depends on the argument

SEX.

who is on top? who is on bottom?

i hate applying the top/bottom thing to m/f ships but adam’s A Top i guess. june is 100% a bottom. but when it comes to actual positioning they’ll change; adam likes missionary a lot, but june likes sitting in his lap and riding him, so

any kinks?

adam is lowkey lowkey very lowkey into orgasm control/denial im calling it. he just likes taking control, but not in an explicit bdsm sense??? june’s into dirty talk and does have a praise kink. she has to coax adam into talking in the beginning but when he gets into the swing of things he loves it

june used to be into getting tied up, but the whole murphy situation kinda fucked that for her

who has the strangest desires?

june probably wins this just purely based on the fact that she wants adam to bite her lmao. he would find that strange. but he would also be into it so

who’s dominant in bed?

adam !!! again not in the traditional like bdsm dominant sense but he takes charge of things

is head ever in the equation?

uhhh, yeah ??? all the time

if so, who is better at performing it?

look. june is very good. she is. but adam has 900 years on her and also more enthusiasm / touch starvation / desperation. adam is a pussy eating KING

ever had sex in public?

the most public they’ve gotten is fucking in the tech lab at the warehouse, that’s it

who moans the most?

both moan, but june’s louder. she’s freer ??? with it ??? but adam grunts and gasps and pants a lot, and when he’s abt to come he’ll groan out her name or a french curse so

who leaves the most marks?

june’s the one that goes out of her way to make marks, just bcos shes a lil sad they fade so quickly. adam leaves the most just bcos june doesn’t heal in the same way

who is the more experienced of the two?

adam might be 900 years old but we all know he’s not had many relationships. june’s more experienced bcos she has one-night stands in college before her and bobby got together

do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

im so sorry but if u look at adam du mortain and think that he doesn’t make love 99% of the time, ur wrong. but sometimes they do get super passionate / desperate for each other, and then they’ll fuck

how long do they usually last?

in the beginning adam lasts like 2 seconds, no joke. that man sees even a hint of june’s coochie and he busts a nut. but further in he can last longer. unless june is being a shit and deliberately trying to get him to come, which she does do

rough or soft?

soft for the most part. if it ever is rough it’s like..... more bcos it’s intense, passionate, less bcos either of them is trying to make it rough. june has some sexual trauma too so really rough sex, like w choking for example, is out of the question (not that i think adam is into choking anyway)

is protection used?

it should be, and when they remember to they do use it. but also they forget a lot shdkshdkd does june look like the type of person to get pregnant on purpose??

does it ever get boring?

nah they keep it fresh. plus they love each other so much it’s just always so good to have each other ???? like after So Long Pining it’s just good idk bro shdjsjdk

where is the strangest place they’d have sex?

idk probably the tech lab like i said above ??? i dont think they fuck in many weird places — not bcos i dont think june would be into it, but more bcos i figure if they ever start getting freaky adam gets them into a bed / somewhere private STAT

FAMILY.

do they plan on having children / do they have children?

yeah they vaguely want them in the future i guess. adam thinks abt june having his baby and has to lie down he 🥺 so hard

if so, how many children do they want/have?

their first kid — emma — is an accident born like a year after they get married, and then oliver comes along a year after that because june always said she didn’t want only one kid. she remembered how lonely she was as a kid :(((

AFFECTION.

who likes to cuddle?

both of them !!! adam is touch-starved and june is starved for affection !!! they cuddle all the time

who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

june 100% no question. WHORE. adam is so done with her but he does always drag her off somewhere to Ravish her so rly who’s winning here

who struggles to keep their hands to themself?

shdkshdkskd both of them. june slightly more so tho

how long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

uhhh i dont think it’s rly a matter of one getting uncomfortable, bcos they do love it. probably it’s just as long as they can hold out before 1) june has to pee, or 2) adam resolves to be productive

what is their favourite non-sexual activity?

adam would never admit it but he loves watching movies with june purely bcos she gets so cuddly and ALSO she gets so into them. she’s the type of person to yell at the screen and ask questions all the time. sometimes they’ll compete to see who can work out the plot / twist / mystery of a film first 

where is their favourite place to cuddle?

in bed !!!!! adam loves having her whole body pressed up against him, all small and soft and smelling like june, and june loves how he tucks her into his chest and makes her feel so safe and warm

SLEEPING.

who snores?

ahskhkdja june !!!

if both do, who snores the loudest?

adam doesn’t snore so june. but she doesn’t do it that loudly

do they share a bed or sleep separately?

they share a bed !!!! it’s adam’s way of making sure june does actually go to bed, for one, but also he doesn’t like to sleep without her

if they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

cozy up together !!!!! adam’ll kiss her hair and tuck her head under his chin, and june’ll wrap her arms around his torso and kiss the hollow of his throat

what do they wear to bed?

june wears raggedy old band tees or oversized hoodies, boxer shorts, lots of comfy clothes. flannel pyjama trousers. sometimes she’ll sleep in adam’s shirts bcos they smell like him and she likes that, but when she does sleep in adam’s shirts they uhhh haha dont sleep for a while ;)))

are either of them insomniacs?

june is !!! i think around book 4, maybe 5, someone’s gonna talk her into seeing someone abt it — because she really doesn’t sleep a healthy amount, i’m talking 5-8 hours a week — and she’ll start taking sleeping pills, but for now she just drinks a fuckload of coffee and keeps herself busy.

adam’s not rly an insomniac per se, but he doesn’t sleep as much as humans do, obviously

can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

later in the series, yeah. i could see her being put on quetiapine bcos that’s what im on and that shit works

do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

wrap their limbs around each other !!!! june’s like a cuddly octopus shdksjdl but adam loves it, honestly. he’ll often wrap his arms around her and put on of his hands up her shirt, over her spine, so he can have some nice skin-on-skin contact. yknow....... as a treat

who wakes up with bed hair?

both !!!! june’s is probably a bit worse bcos it’s longer ????

who wakes up first?

eh, depends. i’d say adam, bcos he’s More Responsible, but june really doesn’t sleep much, so it could go either way

who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

neither ??? june doesn’t cook and adam’s not a good cook

what is their favourite sleeping position?

either adam on his back with june tucked into his chest, his arms around her, or both of them on their sides and adam spooning june. they love em !!!!

do they set an alarm each night?

they do. june has broken multiple alarm clocks, tho, so make of that what u will

who has nightmares?

both :((( june’s are more frequent, i think

can a television be found in their bedroom?

nah. adam wouldn’t want one, and june watches everything on her laptop

who has ridiculous dreams?

probably june. she’ll sleepily recount them to adam the next morning in bed and he’ll either hm? into her neck to show he’s listening or huff a laugh against her skin

who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

june. adam has learned to accept this fact about her. usually he’ll just position her so that they’re both comfier when she does it, but he has been woken by her elbowing his side before

who makes the bed?

adam. june cba with that shit. she’s just gonna get back in it anyways !!!!

what time is bed time?

adam pushes june to go to bed by 11. sorry u gotta take care of ur stupid energiser bunny girlfriend, buddy

any routines/rituals before bed?

eh nothing in particular i dont think ??? nothing out of the standard brush teeth / clean face / get into pjs thing anyway

who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

june is the GRUMPIEST. she’s not a morning person in the slightest

WORK.

who is the busiest?

hmmmmm. they’re both probably equally busy ??? i mean adam’s the head of the unit so he probs has work he has to do, but then june’s basically the head of the department bcos the captain’s never around, so she has a lot of work. and she has to balance that work with the agency. maybe june’s slightly busier ???

who rakes in the highest income?

eh they’re probs around the same ???

are any of them unemployed?

nope

who takes the most sick days?

june bcos adam doesn’t get sick. also sometimes she just wants A Personal Day and / or is hungover

what are their jobs?

he’s a commanding agent, she’s a liaison and also police detective

who sucks up to their boss?

haha adam’s technically june’s boss and she loves to suck badum tss

who is more likely to turn up late to work?

june shdjshdk girl is Bad at time management. sometimes tho they’ll both be late bcos a morning fuck went on too long. june is very smug on these days

who stresses the most?

uhhh both stress a lot ?? june has anxiety. but adam also is constantly on edge so ????

do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

yeah they enjoy them i guess. adam definitely enjoys his. june is..... complicated. she doesn’t trust the agency and she doesn’t rly wanna be a cop, but she doesn’t know what else she could do so ???

are they financially stable?

yeah for the most part. the agency has good salaries

HOME.

who does the washing?

i think maybe june does it more often just bcos as a human she....... probably ???? goes through more clothes ??? that makes sense to me ??? idk hsdk

who takes out the trash?

adam, usually. especially if it’s dark; june ain’t going nowhere at night

who does the ironing?

again, adam. just bcos he’s more likely to have clothes that need ironing. june has never touched an iron in her life

who does the cooking?

i mean june is notorious for not cooking but rather ordering takeout, so...... i mean i dont think adam is a bad cook but he can rly only cook rly bland, simple meals, and he obviously doesnt need to eat so. i guess if it’s one of them it’s june

who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

yeah june sdhskdhksdk she just has a very short attention span bro idk what to tell u

who is messier?

yep june no question. adam’s a lil bit of a neat freak im calling it

who leaves the toilet roll empty?

neither

who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

yeah june. sometimes adam if he’s had a long day tho. or like if theyre getting Freaky and leaving clothes everywhere. but in general, june’s more likely

who forgets to flush the toilet?

ew gross people do that ?? neither

who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

june shdjjsjdk

who answers the telephone?

uhh both ig ?? but they don’t have like a landline or anything they only have their cells

who mows the lawn?

adam, but only once they’ve moved out of june’s apartment after having the kids. june’s got a black thumb bro she’s not allowed near the garden on nate’s orders

who does the vacuuming?

both !!! they take turns

who does the groceries?

june 100% and she always ends up getting shit that wasn’t on the list shdjskdk. sometimes they’ll do it together tho

who takes the longest to shower?

uhhhh i mean. i think they shower together quite a lot so ???? both ???

who spends the most time in the bathroom?

like getting ready ???? uhh depends. if june’s doing makeup, her, but she doesn’t do it often

MISCELLANEOUS.

is money a problem?

nahhh the agency pays them well

how many cars do they own?

originally only june’s shitty little hatchback, but when the kids are born they get a second one. probably it is very pretty and fancy and expensive, because adam

what’s their song?

either dermot kennedy’s power over me, or fortress by bear’s den. like, seriously, look up the lyrics; they’re the ULTIMATE adamjune songs

do they live in the city or in the country?

does wayhaven count as a city, even if it’s like... a small town ??? idk

do they own their home or do they rent?

june’s renting her apartment currently, but when ollie and emma are born, they buy a place at the edge of town

do they enjoy their surroundings?

eh. neither of them are especially fond of wayhaven, but i think maybe it grows on them over time ??? june definitely in her current point in canon is only there bcos she doesn’t know where else to go

what do they do when they’re away from each other?

Yearn like fools. they miss each other shdjshdk they’ll call each other if adam is ever sent out on an assignment away from town or june has to take some kinda business trip. theyre always super happy to be reunited

where did they first meet?

at an abandoned warehouse in book 1. june shot him. it was great

who spends the most money when out shopping?

uhhhhhh bro i genuinely don’t know ??? adam and june both have terrible taste in clothes; he walks around in cargo pants half the time and she’s never not in something oversized and baggy and possibly falling apart ???

ig june spends a lot on technology ??? and on food ????

who’s more likely to flash their assets?

ok i mean adam has already in canon gotten shirtless and flashed his assets at june while convinced he feels nothing for her so. him. he’s a show-off we all know this

any mental issues?

yeah lmao. june already had ptsd before canon from being assaulted in college, and now it’s just worse bcos of everything with murphy and shit. she also has depression, because obviously, and anxiety. also adhd if that counts ??? it probably counts

i think adam’s got some ptsd too from that Terrible Fiery Scene Of Death we saw in the mirror from his past, and probably that’s compounded by experiences since he became a vampire too ??? possibly some depression as well just bcos i’m now considering his whole ‘numb for years’ thing and how that overlaps with depression ?? :/// idk

who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

adam doesn’t trip often but when he does june howls with laughter. usually if he’s tripping it’s bcos she’s done something Very Distracting. one time she took her shirt off in their living room when he wasnt expecting it and he walked into a wall

when june trips (which she often does) adam will sorta snort very quietly or his lips will twitch but he’ll always stabilise her quickly

who’s terrified of bugs?

yep june 100%

who kills the spiders around the house?

shsjdhskdjk ADAM. “june, it’s just an insect.” “um, untrue, it’s an arachnid, those are different fucking things—” “it’s miniscule. even more so than you are.” “okay, ha, ha, very funny, please kill it, adam i’m serious, kill it, it has eight legs, it’s waiting to murder me, fucking kill it!” “i’m killing it, calm down.”

do they have any fears for their future?

yeah. june’s worried she’s gonna get totally murdered lmao bcos odds are someone’s gonna try again. adam is also terrified abt this distinct possibility. he’s also scared that, like... she’ll live ??? as in ??? she won’t ever turn, she’ll stay mortal her whole life, and after waiting 900 years for her, he’ll only get a few decades with her before she dies.

that’s like not gonna happen she absolutely becomes a vampire after emma and ollie are born but still. he’s dramatic

their favourite place?

the warehouse, probably ??? it’s safe and secure and it’s comfortable ??? or else june’s apartment. i think june prefers her apartment just slightly

who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

adam ??? but it’s more likely that they’d go out to a fancy dinner, rather than him cook one

who pays the bills?

they split them

who’s the tallest?

sndjhskdjkd adam. june hates and loves this fact in equal measure. adam is very smug abt how teeny tiny his girlfriend is shdkshdk he finds it very funny. also very sweet he loves it

who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

both, honestly. theyre bad at keeping their hands off each other once they’re together. maybe june is ever so slightly more likely ?? idk

who wanders around in their underwear?

both. adam likes to distract june w his abs bro what can i say. june just is most comfortable walking around in a sports bra and briefs

who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

june !!! and she’ll lean into his face and sing right at him with this big dumb grin too. adam will refuse to make eye contact but he’ll have this tiny lil smile on his face

what do they tease each other about?

everything. june roasts adam on the daily. adam will very dryly retort back every time. they were made for each other im telling u. 

june will sometimes bring up his whole humans are weak thing at the most ridiculous times. like, adam tries to get her to get out of bed in the morning and she’ll groan and start lamenting how weak and fragile she is, she couldn’t possibly get out of bed in this state, adam, i have glass bones and paper skin, don’t u love me ????

adam’s teasing is just dryly taking the piss out of dumb shit she says. she’ll talk abt a fight she had with someone and say she went “wa-pow!” when she hit them and he’ll just deadpan repeat, “wa-pow.” his face totally straight. i wuv themm

who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

i mean neither they both have bad fashion taste. but also june hates the fucking cargo pants bruh

who crushed first?

adam did shdkshdk even if he didn’t realise. june didn’t figure out she liked him until the time between book 1 and book 2, because she missed him and she couldn’t figure out why

any alcohol or substance related problems?

uhhh no not rly. june has a history of using recreational drugs but that was in college and she doesn’t touch most of that shit these days

who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

june probably shdjshdk she’ll have a girl’s night with farah, morgan, and tina, and just come home absolutely fucking twatted. adam always tucks her in

who swears the most?

yeah june. she swears in every other word. the first time she made adam curse is burned into her brain seriously she takes such pride in it

[starter-library]

「BLOODY BLOODY ANDREW JACKSON SENTENCE STARTERS」

“You ready?”

“You’re gonna have to bring some ass to get some ass”

“You’re sexy as shit”

“I’m wearing some tight, tight jeans and tonight we’re delving into some serious, serious shit”

“Why wouldn’t you ever go out with me in school”

“Take a stand against the elite”

“They don’t care anything for us”

“Oh my god, my fucking face!”

“Oh my god, my face is literally melting off into my hands right now”

“Oh fuck, the cholera finally got to her”

“I’m the only one, my family’s all dead”

“Who was it that ever said that my life really couldn’t get any duller”

“My family’s dead and I can’t see a way to carry on”

“I’m not that guy”

“Life sucks! And my life sucks in particular”

“When you have no one to show you what to do, how do you find your way?”

“When your country doesn’t have a place for you, how do you have your say? How do you make them pay?”

“Everyone around here’s all pissed off but no one’s taking a stand”

“There’s nothing left in this old town, pick up your life and move it around”

“Pick up your rifle and make a stand!”

“Who am I? I’m {First name} Fuckin’ {Lastname}!”

“The rain will rain down. The blood will bleed out. The sweat will sweat….uh… forth?”

“How can I be that guy?”

“I mean, can you believe that?”

“That really hurts! Jesus!”

“Holy shit”

“Tell your wife to keep the bed warm for me”

“You’re so angry”

“George Washington is not gay. You is a gay”

“Well— shut up!”

“YES! YES! KICK HIS ASS!”

“I remember my first love. {She/he/they} Drove a blue pickup with a dancing bear on the windshield”

“I think you might be the most beautiful {man/woman/person} I’ve ever seen”

“A wise woman once wrote that illness is not metaphor. So why do I feel sick when I look at you?”

“It’s not blood, It’s a metaphor for love. These aren’t veins just the beating of my heart”

“This fever isn’t real, It represents how I feel. My pain transformed into art”

“If you feel like you might throw up, well that’s a metaphor for how I feel when I dream of you”

“Just so you know, I’m married to another”

“We need your help. We need you to lead us”

“Are you a divine prophet?”

“I think I can take it from here”

“Sometimes you have to take the initiative”

“Sometimes you have to make your own story, sometimes you have to shoot the story teller in the neck”

“I always thought I’d never be that guy but guess what, I’m telling you: I’m so that guy”

“Life sucks! And your life’s gonna suck universally”

“I will make them all bleed”

“Okay. I’ll see you guys later”

“You’re terrible, your music sucks, you have no table manners, your paintings suck—I mean look at this! No artistic vision!”

“Listen! I’m gonna do whatever I wanna do!”

“Dream catchers are mystical!”

“You’re drunk and I’m in love!”

“I didn’t leave my first husband and risk people calling me a whore to have an even more fucked up marriage with you”

“Oh how very exciting!”

“{He/she/they} make {him/her/them} look like a pussy! I can’t imagine what {He’s/she’s/they’re} making me look like in the process!”

“Oh god {name}! Why do you always have to be such a motherfucker?”

“You seem like a very kind {man/woman/person}”

“I see in your eyes pain, compassion, a {man/woman/person} who has known no end to suffering”

“Yeah, I’m gonna go”

“You brought me all the way here to tell me this?”

“I’m gonna fucking shit all over you guys”

“What’s with the baby?”

“Thank you, thank you. You guys have been fuckin’ repulsive”

“{Name} said something prescient about this but {He/she/they} was kind of a dick”

“Let’s dance!”

“You can compromise all you want, they’re still drunk and smell like pee”

“{Name}’s a total twat!”

“So exciting! I never win anything!”

“Fuck you!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, this one is gonna be a doozy”

“Do you have any idea what they might find out about us? About our past?”

“These past nearly four years with you have totally fucking sucked!”

“If you go back out on that stage, it’s done.”

“So what are you gonna do?”

“Why don’t you just shoot me in the head ‘cause you know I’d be better off dead”

“That’s right motherfuckers! {own name}’s back!”

“People of the world, this is our moment now!”

“I mean- did you see his jeans? They were so tight”

“I hear you talking talk about what you want, the travel the fighting, the pictures in the paper, the killing and campaigning”

“You tell me not to compromise, you tell me that you’ll change”

“You promise and you promise but I hear you talking talk about what you want and you get what you want.”

“You promise and you promise but oh- I’m so through with compromising!”

“We have no private life, you give up nothing. I give up everything.”

“I gave up everything, you give up nothing!”

“{He’s/she’s/they’re} an aristocratic blow-hard”

“Eat a dick you weasel-wearing fuck!”

“Keep talking and I’ll stab every last one of you!”

“You made your decision, {name}. Now don’t fuck it up”

“Just when everything I wanted was within my grasp, the irony is killing me”

“I make this one last vow: I’ll give my life to the people now.”

“I’ll be the man they need, the one to lead a generation.”

“I’ll listen to their voice with every choice as we transform this nation”

“I’ll keep on going”

“I gotta be that guy. It’s time to be that guy.”

“Big change is coming now, do you feel it?”

“This is what we’ve been waiting for!”

“Yeah fuck that guy, he’s been on my dick since day one”

“I can’t see him, I’m busy vibing with the people”

“The best part is everything he says is right”

“I really think that this will work, we’re young. We’ll live forever, at least for one more night”

“My luck will hold this time it always has before”

“I also have several forms of hepatitis”

“Okay, that’s uncomfortable”

“It’s not my job to decide these things! Jesus Christ!”

“I wasn’t really listening but I like you so much”

“This isn’t fun anymore, let’s leave”

“I think this is gonna be a problem”

“Did you really think that this would work, you’re fucked. You won’t live forever.”

“Your luck won’t hold this time, it won’t be like before. It’s never gonna work.”

“You’re an idiot!”

“That guy who did everything his way, where has he gone?”

“So tonight I’ll sing the saddest song for everyone that I’ve done wrong. And if they don’t know how to sing along well I’m sorry but the band plays on.”

“Would you like me to hold you? You must be so lonely”

“Please leave me”

“How can I tell you how deeply I’ll make them all bleed”

“Bring me {name} by any means necessary”

“The time to fuck around and talk and talk is over”

“You gotta make a decision”

“What do you say, {name}? Wanna be a hero?”

“{Name} don’t do this! I’m your friend!”

“What was it for, this country, the farms, and the blood across the prairie?”

“That’s not helping man”

“Great, great, good to hear. You know you’re not supposed to know your legacy before you die?”

“Wow, I kinda thought history would vindicate and call me a hero.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

“Some people never change”

“Well I changed, I changed a whole lot. I had a whole character arch”

“Just listen if you’ve time to spare while I rehearse a ditty”

[angelic-holland]

Do You Want Me? // pp x fem!reader

Summary: You aren’t that great at being subtle but Peter doesn’t mind.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: smut, Peter and reader are in college!

You weren’t failing Calculus I. You did however fail the third quiz which had your professor assign you a tutor. Which was exactly what you wanted. Other people would roll their eyes at your little crush on a fellow classmate, Peter Parker. Sure he was dorky and wore these dumb graphic tees that made everyone roll their eyes. But you’ve seen him working out at the school gym, you knew he was more than meets the eye. And that wasn’t the only reason you wanted to meet him in his dorm room to study for the upcoming quiz. He was sweet and kind and didn’t laugh like the rest of the class did when you weren’t paying attention and got the answer to a question wrong. You’ve talked to him before, in passing, you’ve seen him around campus, sometimes in your own building, which confused you since his dorm was on the other side of campus. Maybe he was meeting friends. You shook your head, smiling slightly before changing into your prettiest lingerie and tugging on a silly graphic tee, similar to something Peter would wear before settling onto your bed.

You heard a knock at your door and stood up, fixing your hair in the mirror before opening the door slightly, hiding your lower half behind it. 

Was this too forward? Maybe. It definitely was actually. But you knew that Peter wouldn’t make the first move, that had to be on you. 

“Hi,” his voice is higher than normal and you tilted your head with a smile.

“Hey Pete.”

“Can I come in?” He asks and you nod, looking behind him for a clear coast before swinging the door wide open.

“Oh,” he says, feet hesitant as he sees your legs bare as you turn walking to your bed, the red of your lingerie peeking out from underneath your t-shirt.

“I hope you don’t mind, it’s just so hot in the dorms with no AC, gotta stay cool somehow,” you smirk, “close the door behind you.”

You hear the door close and Peter shuffle further into your room. You sit on your bed, crossing your legs underneath you as you look back at Peter, backpack hanging off of one shoulder.

“Join me?” 

He nods, mouth dry, he wets his lips and you can’t help but stare at them as he does so.

“So, you want to study for the third quiz?” He places his backpack on the ground next to your bed, slipping his shoes off before sitting on the farthest end away from you. 

His eyes can’t help but roam down your legs, he swallows thickly before looking back up at you.

“Yeah, I guess I want to make sure I really understand differential equations before the quiz.”

“Yeah, so, lemme get my notes,” he stutters out as he pulls up his backpack and opens it.

“Thanks, for agreeing to do this.”

“Yeah,” he breathes out, smiling slightly as he read your shirt, “beauty is in the eye of the, beholder?” 

You laugh and nod, pointing at the picture of the cartoon bee in a pair of hands, “glad you understood that.”

“I’m perceptive,” Peter nods with a gulp.

“Then do you want to know why I’m wearing this?” You ask, hand resting on his calf, the only part of him close enough for you to touch.

“I think about you,” Peter blurts out and you tilt your head, “I think about you,” his voice is more confident.

“How do you think about me?”

“I’m assuming, I mean it’s hot but you could wear shorts, those gray athletic shorts,”

“So you do watch me,” you grin slyly as you crawl across the bed, sitting between Peter’s spread thighs. His jeans scratch against your bare thighs as you rest your hands on his. 

“So why would you wear those, really pretty panties unless you wanted me.”

You blush as Peter’s hands drop his notes to the ground and rest on your bare thighs, fingers rubbing circles into your skin.

“I think about you when I’m bored, or lonely,” his hand cups your chin and forces you to look up at him.

You stare into the brown eyes in front of yours, his hand still firm on your chin, your mouth opens slightly, tongue peeking out to wet your lips. 

“Do you want me?” He asks, voice nervous, afraid that you would reject him.

“Yes,” you breath out, tongue tracing the tip of his thumb.

“Thank god,” Peter laughs deeply and you’re hands are wrapping around his neck, pulling him towards you, his hand drops to your hip as you straddle his.

“I’m not the best at being too subtle,” you sigh against his soft lips as his tongue attempts to poke into your mouth, “didn’t wanna scare you away.”

“Mhm, I think these are plenty inviting,” he smirks against your lips, tongue tracing them as his hand grips the flesh of your ass over your panties.

“Good,” you giggle into his mouth before his tongue meets yours.

“Do you wanna, wanna do this?” He asks as he pulls back slightly, hands playing with the hem of your panties.

“God yes,” you whimper as his hand smacks your ass.

“Good,” he grins, hand tugging your shirt up and over.

He groans and his head smacks against the end of your bed when he sees your breasts, encased in a pretty white lace bra, matching your panties.

“Like what you see?” You smirk and he nods, fingers hesitantly ghosting over your ribs before you become impatient, grabbing them and placing them on your breasts.

His tongue peeks out of his lips, concentrated as he works to find your nipple under the lace, pinching it lightly as he takes in your small whimper.

“You like that?” He grins as your hips grind against his own.

“Love it, come on, lemme ride you Pete,” your voice is breathy as you pull his shirt over his head.

“God, please,” he manages to get out, and you’re slipping off of him, moving to grab a condom from your bedside drawer.

He’s unbuttoning his jeans and they’re halfway down his thighs, cock throbbing against his boxers as you bend down, purposefully showing him how great your ass looks. 

You turn back and he’s completely naked, his hard cock resting against his thigh as you try your hardest not to stare. 

“Gonna ride me?” He smirks at you, hand lazily moving to stroke his cock.

“Come on cowboy,” you joke before groaning, “sorry I say stupid things when I’m flustered.”

“You’re flustered?” He asks, hand pausing as you climb back on the bed.

“I mean, yeah, you’re a cute guy, a good guy, I uh, I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

“It just took me being asked to tutor you to do the job?”

You nod and he laughs a little.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while too.”

“Really?”

“Since the first day of class, you took one look at my shirt and laughed and looked at me, which that smile you’ve got right now, and said ‘nice shirt’. I’ve been a sucker ever since.”

“Good,” you smile as you open the condom package, your hand hesitates before he covers it with his own and helps your roll the condom onto his cock. He groans at the sensation of your hand, so different from his own, stroking his cock as you straddle his hips again.

He lets you do your thing, his hand moving behind your back to unhook your bra.

His eyes light up as he sees your breasts in full view, nipples hard as you move your hand back to stroke your cock. 

His hands hold your breasts tenderly in his hands, fingers running over your nipples. You moan as your mouths meet, more rushed this time, his hand moving down to cup your pussy.

“Soaked right through these huh?” he asks against your lips and you nod as he pulls your panties to the side, fingers swiping through your slick folds.

“You’re gonna feel so good around my cock won’t ya?” He smiles before both hands grip the side of your panties, tearing them.

“Peter!” You gasp and you’re positive you got impossibly wetter.

He smiles warmly at you before you sit up, pussy free to take his cock.

As soon as you’re fully seated on his cock you begin to move, moving your hips, slowly at first, just grinding down against his cock, Peter’s hand’s rough against your hips, face buried in your chest, lightly sucking on the tops of your breasts, hesitant to leave any marks. 

“Come on Pete, afraid to show a girl a good time?” You manage to get out as your hips move in figure 8’s on his cock. 

He grins against you before his teeth are bared and you whimper as he bites at the top of your breast, tongue soothing the mark he left.

“Like that?” He smiles and you look down to see the blossoming red mark.

“Fuck, yes,” You moan as he gets to work, leaving no part of your chest untouched, littering it with hickeys as your hips stutter against his own.

His fingers tighten on your hips as he gets closer to his high, his cock twitching inside of you.

“Touch me, fuck, make me come Pete,” you sigh above him. 

He nods against your chest, finger slipping between you to rub your clit, your juices wetting the space between you, slicking your thighs as he makes quick work of bringing you to orgasm.

“Holy fuck,” you grunt as you come, Peter following close behind with a whisper of your name against your neck. 

“Wow,” you laugh as you slump against him, his hands helping you off his soft cock, helping you stand up.

“Don’t want a UTI, go pee,” he smacks your ass as you move out of bed.

“Didn’t learn that in calc I did ya?” You laugh, grabbing his t-shirt, another graphic tee, you must’ve not noticed it when he first got here. An atom telling another atom “I lost an electron” and the atom in return saying “are you positive?”

“Nope, sex ed in high school.”

“Okay, I’ll pee as long as you stay right there,” you point at the bed and he nods, biting his lip as he watches you slip on his shirt before grabbing athletic shorts from your dresser and pulling them on as well. 

You clean yourself up before slipping under the covers with Peter, “so like, do you want to be my boyfriend or whatever?”

“God yes,” he responds, letting you curl up behind him and rest your head on his shoulder.

***

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[jeontaeh]

〚THIRTY TWO〛

Jungkook didn't know kinda-dating-not-gay-but-straight Taehyung was going to be HARDEST thing ever.

Monday morning- the morning after a night full of kisses and embracing, where Jungkook said he had to go because they had classes the next day and Taehyung kissed his shoulder blades and whined at him to stay- Jungkook saw Taehyung in the hallways, walking to class.

"There he is," Jungkook let out to Jimin, who knew of their thing. "V-" Jungkook began with a small smile, but Taehyung walked right past him, bumping their shoulders and making Jungkook stumble back.

"Oh." Jungkook let out, and Jimin frowned. Jungkook turned around and saw Taehyung walk away, and then gulped. Jungkook ignored that. "He must really have to pee or something," Jungkook said, and Jimin hummed.

Later, in their lesson together- Chemistry- Jungkook sat down on his seat next to Taehyung which is his assigned seat. "Hey V. Can you give me that pencil you borrowed from me last class-" Jungkook began, dancing his fingertips on Taehyung's forearm.

"No," Taehyung said quickly, and then got up and rushed to the teacher- mumbled something about needing to go to the nurse, and then ran out.

"Wow he must really need to pee or something," Jimin mumbled to Jungkook, who elbowed him.

Jungkook ignored that too! Maybe Taehyung really WAS feeling unwell! Finally, in Lunch, Jungkook walked over to the grey-haired-boy and sat down beside him. "V~" Jungkook whispered into his ear, and Taehyung looked at him. "Stop ignoring me..."

"I'm not," Taehyung said quickly and then looked back at Yoongi and Namjoon, who were sitting beside him, having their own conversation.

Jungkook gripped the bottom of Taehyung's shirt. "No but you-"

"Stop touching me, Jeon." Taehyung snapped, and then stood up from the seat. Jungkook's eyes widened.

"I-I-" Jungkook stammered and then saw Namjoon and Yoongi looking confused. Taehyung stormed out of the lunchroom.

"Wow he must REALLY need to pee-"

"Shut up, Jimin," Jungkook mumbled, standing up from his seat and rushing out of the lunch room as well, following Taehyung.

Jungkook saw Taehyung standing at the end of the hallway, and wondered if he did something to piss him off. "T-Tae-" Jungkook breathed out. "What was-"

Taehyung looked around, grabbed him by his arm and took him into the Janitor's closet. When they were in there, Taehyung locked the door from inside and then wrapped his arms around Jungkook. Jungkook frowned.

"Hmm..." Taehyung said, hugging Jungkook tightly, squishing his cheek, the other boy standing in his embrace, confused. "I like this whole kinda-dating thing-"

"What?" Jungkook asked, and then pushed Taehyung away slightly. Taehyung frowned. "Why were you being so mean to me all day?"

"Huh? Oh- I don't want people getting suspicious." Taehyung explained normally.

"That- oh my god, Tae- that doesn't mean you have to ignore me completely and be rude to me! We can still talk!" Jungkook snapped.

"Yeah but... what if, like, someone thinks we're dating... I mean, literally, we're not- and- and I don't even want people to think that y'know?" Taehyung said, and Jungkook's shoulders dropped.

Taehyung looked at him. "Baby," Taehyung said. "Hey, look, you know I like you a lot, right? I'm just scared, you know that-"

"I know," Jungkook said, and then got a kiss on the cheek. He got another kiss on his nose, one his other cheek, and then giggled lightly, getting peppered with kisses.

Jungkook grabbed Taehyung by the shirt. "Don't worry too much, okay?" Jungkook said, and Taehyung nodded.

They both (after making out) walked out of the janitor's closet. They began walking towards the lunch room, and then Jungkook saw Lisa walking towards them.

"Hey Jungkook-" Lisa began, and Taehyung hesitated.

"Oh hey, Lisa. You look hot as fuck today," Taehyung said with a little smirk. Jungkook felt his stomach twist and looked at Taehyung in disbelief. Lisa blushed slightly, frowning.

"Um. Thanks? Anyways- Jungkook, we're meeting to work for our art project later, right?" Lisa asked, referring to the art project her, Jungkook, Jennie, Jisoo, and Rose were working on. Jungkook nodded.

"Wow Jeon, you do art stuff? Pussy," Taehyung scoffed, putting his hands in his pockets and walking away. Jungkook frowned.

Lisa rolled her eyes, walking closer to Jungkook. "Don't listen to him. I'll see you later, K?" Lisa smiled, and Jungkook gave her a quick smile, and then looked at Taehyung.

"Tae, seriously?" Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung looked at him.

"What? Oh come on, we just walked out of the janitor's closet together! What if she thought something was up??" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook rolled his eyes. He began walking away, and Taehyung sighed. "Don't get mad, Kookie."

Jungkook walked into the lunchroom and then saw a group of girls walking out. "Kookie come on, you know I-" Taehyung began, and then Jungkook heard- "Hey girls. Lookin' good," Taehyung winked at them, and Jungkook felt even more jealous and rushed off.

Jungkook reached their lunch table and saw it completely full. He sighed and then saw Jimin look at him upset. "Hey, everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine," Jungkook mumbled, and Taehyung walked up behind him, texting on his phone. He grabbed a chair with one hand and pulled it towards the table, sitting down.

"What're you doing, V?" Hoseok asked. Taehyung bit his lip, texting rapidly. "Texting some girl back who sent me nudes," Taehyung mumbled, and Jungkook looked into his phone and saw him messaging some raunchy shit to some girl.

"What the fuck?" Jungkook snapped in annoyance, and Taehyung looked up at him in confusion. Jackson gave Jungkook a smile.

"Oh Kookie, right, you're gay so you don't know this. Girls are people with boobs and they sometimes get horny so they send straight boys nudes-"

"Shut up, Jackson!" Jungkook snapped and then saw Taehyung still texting that girl. He gulped. Jungkook looked at Jackson. "Make room."

"What?" Jackson asked, and then Jungkook walked over to him and sat down on his lap, putting one arm over his neck.

Taehyung looked up from his phone. Jungkook made himself comfortable on Jackson's lap, and Jackson was just looking at him in confusion. "What? Keep texting your girl," Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung bit the inside of his cheek.

"Wow. I really need to pee." Jimin said, and then stood up and walked out of the super tense super awkward situation.

"Yeah, me too," Jungkook said, getting up from Jackson's lap and leaving.

"Dude," Jackson let out, eyes wide. "His ass felt just like a girl's! That lowkey turned me on." Jackson said, and then got a smack on the head.

"Shut the fuck up, Wang." Taehyung husked, and then stood up from his seat and walked out as well.

"Jeez... do they all need to pee?" Jin asked, and Jackson just looked down in shame. Bambam patted his back.

Taehyung followed Jungkook out, and midway through the hallway, grabbed his arm. Jungkook pulled his arm back. "Don't touch me, V. Someone might see us and think we're getting married."

"Jungkook-" Taehyung began, and Jungkook turned around, angry. "Don't make eye-contact with me, V. Someone might see us and think you fucked me on the floor of the boys' locker room!"

"Stop speaking so loud," Taehyung hissed, and Jungkook let out an ugh and turned around. Suddenly both he and Taehyung felt someone grab their arms. Both turned and saw Jimin, and got dragged down the hallways.

"Both of you are going to SHUT up," Jimin said while dragging them down, and then kicked open a classroom and pushed them back in, and then walked in himself and locked the door. "And SIT down."

Jungkook sat down in confusion, and Taehyung sat down as well. Jimin grabbed two pieces of paper from a shelf and smacked it down on their tables. "Both of you are stupid and dumb."

"Thank you."

"Now you two are going to write down the rules of his relationship and what you want out of it. You can't proper date? Fine. But stop pulling each other's hair out by this no-communication shit. Make two colums of DO's and DON'Ts. Am I clear?" Jimin snapped.

"Yes. Question- am I the only one turned on right now?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook kicked his leg. Jimin took two pens and smacked them down on their tables.

"Now write," Jimin growled. Jungkook gulped. "Y-you gave me a crayon-"

"Work with what you have!" Jimin shouted and Jungkook nodded wearily.

Jungkook drew a thin line in the middle and began writing the DO's and DON'Ts. He looked to the side and saw Taehyung peering over from his seat, but then Jimin hit his head with a ruler.

After 15 minutes, they were both done. Jimin hummed. "Show me," Jimin said, and grabbed both their sheets and took a look at it.

Jungkook's looked like this

DONT's flirt with others text sexual stuff to others ask ppl out to hook up/ date / etc ignore the other be mean to the other equate being artsy to being a pussy

DO's kiss, hug, make out, etc in private be friends, hang out, talk in public give each other support and attention- private & public listen to each other and still act as a couple would just without the pda

"Okay Jungkook, yours is... well written." Jimin said, and then looked at Taehyung's and gulped. Jungkook frowned. He grabbed Taehyung's sheet out of his hand and looked at it.

DONT talk much be 2 friendly make others think ur dating let jungkookie <3 sit on jacksons lap

DO sex

Jungkook's shoulders fell. Taehyung looked confused as to why Jungkook looked upset, and Jimin hummed. "Okay, so Taehyung's DONT's list is bad, but-"

"N-no, that's not why I'm upset," Jungkook mumbled and then tightened his grip on the paper. He looked at Taehyung, eyes wavering. "How is this any different to when we were fuckbuddies?"

Taehyung scratched the back of his head hesitantly. "Because... um..." Taehyung trailed, and then looked at his desk. "Um... we... we can talk more? In private," Taehyung mumbled.

Jungkook left the paper on the desk and stood up to walk out of the classroom. Taehyung scowled and stood up from the desk to follow him, rushing. "Jungkook-" Taehyung called out and saw him walking quickly. "Jungkook come on, don't be up-"

"No, Tae, I am upset!" Jungkook said, turning around. He took a deep breath, looking at Taehyung skeptically. "You told me you liked me."

"I-I do!" Taehyung said, and Jungkook snickered to himself weakly, looking away. He shook his head.

"I'm dumb. I'm so so dumb," Jungkook let out, covering his face with his hand. Taehyung stepped close to him, grabbing his waist.

"Hey, no- no listen. I do like you. I like you a lot, and I want us to-"

"You want us to have sex, Taehyung." Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung paused. "That's what you want. You want to fuck me in your dorm like you used to and then kick me out before I got too close. You want to hold me close at night and kiss me but then push me away when things get too gay for you." Jungkook said, and Taehyung gulped.

"Kookie, I want you. I don't know how, or-or to what extent but- I just know I do." Taehyung said softly.

"I don't know, Tae. Am- am I stupid? I mean, is it just me??" Jungkook asked, looking at him hopelessly. "I spend all this time trying to get you to pay attention, trying to- trying to get you to like me back- trying to get you to want me as much as I want you, but-" Jungkook began, and then dropped his fists by his side, clenching them tightly. "It just- i-it never works with you."

Taehyung opened his mouth to say something, but Jungkook put his hand up. "You can pretend you want me, Tae- you can. But if you really did you wouldn't even be looking at other girls or having that apprehension." Jungkook said and then took a few steps back.

"You haven't changed, V. You just want my body and everything that comes with it. Everything but my heart." Jungkook said, and then turned around and walked away, feeling his eyes get misty.

Taehyung looked at him walk and felt his shoulders drop. He sighed, seeing Jimin walk out of the classroom, looking tense. "I-I'm sorry." Jimin squeaked.

Taehyung gulped. "Dude I- I like him. I really do, I just- I thought he didn't care about the straight stuff,"

"Do you really, V?" Jimin asked, looking at him. "Do you really like him? You should be honest with him if you don't, you know." Jimin said.

"I-I do! Why do you guys think I don't?" Taehyung asked, and Jimin sighed. He hummed, looking at Taehyung.

"You know why you scored 4 goals in the championship, V? And why you're captain, and why you're so bloody good at the game?"

Taehyung was paused. "Because you're so passionate as fuck about it. And I see that, hell- everyone sees that. You might piss us off, V, but we know how much you care about the game- that's why we don't say anything."

Taehyung looked down. "If you care so much about Jungkook, why is it so hard for you to let go?"

"I-" Taehyung began, and then scrunched his nose, as if he was trying not to get too emotional. "I don't know."

"It's fine, you know." Jimin said, tilting his head slightly. "If you don't like him the way he likes you. He'll understand."

"I do like him, Park-"

"So far it seems like you like him when other guys like him too." Jimin cut, and Taehyung tensed. "It seems like you like him when he's willing to have sex with you."

"Why does the part of you that cares only come out when you're high?" Jimin asked, and Taehyung looked at him.

"I don't fucking know, Jimin," Taehyung irked, and then looked away. "Fuck off."

"Sorry. I didn't- I didn't mean to be overbearing-"

"It's fine," Taehyung said, and Jimin hummed softly, nodded, and turned around to walk away. Taehyung just felt his insides tear away at each other. He does care, he cares so much about Jungkook. He's just... too scared. He's still too scared.

///

Jungkook saw the note in his hand. It had neat handwriting on it saying what's wrong?

Jungkook took a piece of paper out of his notebook and wrote down it's V- he's being annoying. he said we could be a thing (like more than just fwb) but he doesnt wanna do any of the relationshipy stuff which :/ irks me. Jungkook folded the note up and passed it under the table to his side.

A little while later, he got the note back. v's so fucking annoying. i'm sorry. one day hes gnna get whats coming 4 him. xox. Jungkook looked at the note and giggled.

"Jungkook, Eka, no passing notes in class," The teacher snapped, and Jungkook looked up, blushing.

"Yes Ms.... sorry," Jungkook said, and Eka looked at him and giggled. Jungkook smiled at her.

"Anyways, kids! We have a new kid joining us for the last semester." The teacher said, and Jungkook looked up. New kid, that's always exciting. "He's Korean, but he grew up in London. Be welcoming."

"Ooh. New guy. This should be fun." Eka said, and Taehyung scoffed from behind her.

"He won't want to crawl up your cave, Eka." Taehyung gruffed.

"Why, do you want him to crawl up yours?" Eka asked, looking at him with a raised brow. Jungkook giggled, and Taehyung frowned. Taehyung looked at Jungkook giggled, and Jungkook shut up, biting his lip.

Taehyung ripped a piece of paper from his notebook. He scribbled something onto it and passed it to Jungkook. Jungkook rolled his eyes and opened it.

you're the cutest boy in the whole world <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 i would draw all the hearts that beat for you but i don't have the time to draw a BILLION hearts

Jungkook blushed wildly and then scrunched the paper up in his palm and looked at Taehyung. "S-shut up."

Taehyung smiled at little at him. Jungkook soon received another paper note. He opened it with a small smile and saw.

I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when u smile you've never loved ur stomach or your thighs ): the dimples in the back at the bottom of yr spine but I love them endlessly~

Jungkook looked at Taehyung. "Is that a fucking One Direction lyric."

"Shush." Taehyung kissed softly, and Jungkook giggled.

"Who was your favorite member? Mine was Zayn. Always wanted to suck his dick." Eka said with a sigh, and Jungkook was going to say mood, but then heard Taehyung grimace.

"Shut the fuck up, Eka. We weren't talking to you." Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook frowned at him.

Eka looked away. Jungkook saw her look a little upset and try and talk to her friends. But her friends all ignored her, so Eka just looked down at her desk, playing with her fingernails.

"Here he is, class." The teacher announced, and the class doors opened and a boy walked in. He had darkened eyebrows and jet black hair. He looked kind of scary. "Introduce yourself." The teacher smiled.

"Um- hey. I'm Sehun. Just moved here from London." Sehun said, voice deep. Eka looked at him with a small grin.

Taehyung couldn't look less bothered, and Jungkook didn't care much. Maybe he could make a new friend- or not. It didn't matter. Taehyung continued writing cute love notes to Jungkook, and finally, after class, Jungkook got up and rushed out. Taehyung followed him.

"Babyyy~," Taehyung said, following him inside the boys' washroom. Jungkook ran away from him.

"Nooo- you're gonna be mean again," Jungkook said, but Taehyung grabbed his hands. He began kissing them, and Jungkook giggled.

"Stop- Taehyung! You're-" Jungkook began, but Taehyung leaned in and pressed their lips together. Jungkook hummed into the kiss, trapping in his arms. Taehyung pulled away finally and looked down at him.

"I know you're upset. But- but I'll show you how much I care, okay? I promise. My list was dumb as fuck. I'm sorry. If you feel better about this situation, then come talk to me. If not, then I'll understand," Taehyung said softly.

Jungkook looked up. "You'll wait for me to make my decision?"

"Of course I will, baby," Taehyung whispered, kissing Jungkook on the nose. Jungkook smiled.

"Okay. I-I'll see you later. Maybe." Jungkook said, and Taehyung kissed him one last time and then rushed off to football practice, while Jungkook had to go for artwork.

///

"Um, V?" Mark said, going up to Taehyung, who was walking back from practice towards his dorms. "Some dude was here. Said he was from Daegu, looking for you. I told him your dorm room number,"

"Oh. Okay." Taehyung said, having no clue who it could be. Taehyung walked towards his dorm. He finally reached and then pushed the door open. When he did, he froze.

Taehyung felt his grip tighten around his door handle. "F-father?" Taehyung let out, voice dry, eyes wide. His father was looking around his room. Taehyung walked inside, dropping his bag down. "What- um- what're you doing here?"

"I came down here to talk to you." His father said, voice gruff. Taehyung saw him holding his phone tightly in his hand. "I think there's something we should discuss, isn't there, son?"

Taehyung walked forward towards his desk, trying to clean up his mess, feeling his stomach tighten. "Um- yeah," Taehyung said, clearing his throat. His father was always so busy with work, this must be something very important. Maybe a second wife, or something of sorts.

"Do you remember what your mother told you? What she told you before she died?"

Taehyung struck still at his words, gripping the side of his desk. "Y-yes."

"She said to make her proud, didn't she?" His father spoke, voice gruff, dripping with something... something which scared Taehyung.

"Yes. Yes, she did- why are you here?" Taehyung asked again, knowing he didn't like when he spoke of her. He turned around to look at his father and then saw his father scrolling through his phone.

"I don't think she'd be quite happy with you. Do you?"

Taehyung froze. He didn't know how to answer that, so he just kept quiet.

Suddenly he saw his father look at him, his eyes practically red. He didn't come here for no reason. He never came to the school. This had to be serious. Taehyung saw him pick up his phone and show it to Taehyung.

It was an email. An email from the school.

"Do you want to read it, son?" His voice said, voice still calm. Taehyung looked at it closely, trying not to waver.

"T-the school has issued-" Taehyung began, and then gulped. "The school has issued many- m-many complains against- against Kim Taehyung for his o-overuse of abusive language, recklessness, bullying, and inappropriate a-activities."

Taehyung paused, and then looked at his father. "Dad, I- I swear it's just sometimes-"

"Finish reading the thing, Taehyung." His father said, and Taehyung turned his eyes back to the email, feeling his insides whirring in fear. Taehyung saw down the lines.

"We h-have received accounts from the staff o-of the hotel which the students s-stayed at for the ch-championship," Taehyung read, voice dry. "T-that Taehyung punched a-a boy and sent him t-to the hospital," Taehyung said, and then looked at his father again.

"He- he was trying to hurt one of my friends, dad, he-" Taehyung began, and saw the anger in his father's eyes.

"Finish reading the damn thing!" His father shouted, and Taehyung flinched and looked at the phone, reading down.

"A-and accounts of-of Kim Taehyung pe-performing in s-sexual... sexual activities with- with one of t-the students... Jeon Jungk-" Taehyung began and then froze.

His father looked at him closely, but Taehyung was frozen still, looking away with a pale face and wide eyes. His father turned his phone around to read it for himself. "Jeon Jungkook. An email has only been sent to you as your son has been seen bullying Jungkook before. The school chooses not to speak on the fact of two boys doing such things-"

"F-father-" Taehyung let out, weak.

"Are you out of your mind?!" His father yelled, loud, loud and piercing Taehyung's ears. Taehyung saw him move towards him. "Doing things with a boy- what the fuck has gone wrong with you?!"

"N-nothing-" Taehyung shook his head. "I d-don't even know what-what t-they're talking a-about, Dad- s-some kid spread a rumor, and-" Taehyung began, and then saw his father looking increasingly angry. "I-I'm not gay, father, I-I-"

Taehyung's father slapped Taehyung harshly across the face. The noise that the slap had made radiated off of the walls and back to Taehyung's ears.

"No son of mine," His father growled lowly, and Taehyung looked down. "Will ever be gay, do you get that?"

Taehyung nodded faintly. "I said do you get that?" His father shouted.

"Y-yes sir." Taehyung let out.

"If I ever hear this shit again, Taehyung. If you so much as think of any boy after this in such sort of a way- I want you to think of how fucking disappointed your mother would be of you." His father growled into his ear, and Taehyung felt tears in his eyes.

"Y-yes father," Taehyung said faintly, voice barely coming out, the image of his mother in his mind.

His father turned around to walk out of his room. Before his father could open the door, it opened itself. "Taehyungie!" A bright voice came, and Taehyung looked up with widened gleaming eyes to see Jungkook there. Jungkook looked at his father and grew silent.

"Oh- hello. I'm Jungkook. You must be Taehyung's father." Jungkook said with a smile, and Taehyung cursed internally, digging his fingernails into his palm.

Taehyung saw his father ignore Jungkook and walk away. Taehyung walked after his father and then saw him walking out and down the stairs. His father looked up at him one last time.

"Tae what's wrong?" Jungkook asked, not knowing his father was still looking. Jungkook put his hand on Taehyung's shoulder. "Hey, did something happen-"

Taehyung looked at Jungkook. Jungkook frowned. "Oh no, T-Taehyungie- you have a mark on your face-" Jungkook let out, reaching his hand up to touch his cheek.

"Don't fucking touch me-" Taehyung shouted loudly, and Jungkook's eyes widened. Jungkook opened his mouth to speak, but Taehyung reached forward, grabbed Jungkook from the shoulder and punched him ruthlessly in the stomach.

Jungkook let out a sound of pain and fell to the floor, gripping his stomach. He let out a cry at the shooting pain, tears reaching his eyes. Jungkook looked up at him with widened eyes, widened fearful eyes.

"T-Taehyung-" Jungkook squeaked out in confusion and saw with teary eyes as Taehyung looked down at him, hair falling on his eyes to hide them.

"Shut the fuck up you faggot," Taehyung growled, turned around and walked into his room, slamming his door shut loudly, making people walk out of their dorm rooms to see what was going on.

Jungkook felt some tears fall down his eyes and the pain in his stomach grow ten times in size. He coughed out and then felt his mind wallow in confusion, in pure utter confusion. Faggot. The word rung in Jungkook's ears, coming from Taehyung.

"O-oh my god Jungkook, are you okay?" A voice came, and Jungkook felt the pain in his stomach worsen, along with his anxiety.

"Help me take him to the nurse-" He heard the voice say, and then felt himself get picked up, but just closed his eyes to not cry further.

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