#obviously grabbed him held him down tied it to him - let him free and then told him to do the best pose or I was taking his eevee puzzle /j

[ask-valiant-victory]

Happy Pride Month! You get to see Valiant first, no take-backsies, you're stuck with him now. Better get used to doing puzzles >:D

[hawkinsbnbg]

Eddie and his bisexual awakening.

Eddie didn't know he also liked men until Steve Harrington landed in his life with that perfect hair, sweet nature, admirable bravery, and divine everything.

It took Eddie being mauled by the bats, almost dying multiple times, and freaking out with Wayne about his not-so-heterosexual thoughts to realize that Steve’s moles and freckles were fucking beautiful.

He knew he had been down bad when he couldn't stop waxing poetries about the guy all day and visiting Family Video whenever he could, which made him the store’s regular much to Robin’s entertainment.

Although she didn't say anything, he was quite sure that she had clocked him as queer by now. He just hoped that she would eventually clue him in about Steve’s interest if he showed enough of his consistency.

“How can I help you?”

Eddie leaned his arm on the counter and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly at Robin’s mirthful look, he could feel his cheeks heat up just by being so obvious about it.

Not to mention today marked his two months of hopeless pining.

“Uhm, is Steve here today?” He asked softly.

Instead of answering him, she turned slightly to call over her shoulder.

“Dingus, your boy is here!”

If Eddie wasn’t blushing before, he definitely was now.

“What– I’m not–”

“Which ones?” Steve’s voice called back from the inside.

And okay, Eddie knew it was stupid to get jealous over something so random because one, he was only Steve’s friend, and two, he had no claim over Steve except the massive crush he had on the guy.

But he was. Furious and bristled about the fact that he wasn’t the only person besides Robin who monopolized Steve’s free time during boring shifts.

“Who else has visited him lately?” Eddie planted his hands on the counter and narrowed his eyes, not caring that he wasn’t being subtle at all.

“Let’s see,” she tapped her chin contemplatively and started counting by her fingers, “you, obviously. Then Dustin, Lucas, and Mike.”

That’s it? Eddie blinked owlishly at her, waiting for the punch line. But what came next was—

“Leave the poor guy alone, Robs.”

Steve finally emerged from the back room and hip-checked Robin as he walked over to her side.

“He’s just so easy,” Robin huffed out a laugh.

“Stop spreading lies about me, Buckley,” Eddie gave her a wounded glare that held no real heat while also trying and failing to not stare at Steve standing directly across from him.

“Yeah, stop spreading lies, Birdie,” Steve poked at her bicep with a teasing smile.

And then that smile turned warm, fond, when it was directed at Eddie.

“Sorry about her,” Steve offered lightly, doe eyes peering up at him from under the lashes.

Eddie felt weak in the knees and secretly thanked whatever power above that had granted him a few inches on this pretty boy.

“Nah, it’s okay,” Eddie also smiled and felt his heart thump loudly in his chest as he decided to go with it. “She’s, uh, not wrong about it.”

“Are you admitting that you’re easy now, Munson?” Steve raised an eyebrow, looking amused as he reached for Eddie’s hand and started playing with the rings on it as if it had been one of his habits all along.

Which was true and never failed to make Eddie tongue-tied.

“Just for you,” he blurted out. “I’m only easy just for you.”

It would sound ridiculous if not for the way Steve’s cheeks tinted pink despite his effort at trying to stay nonchalant.

“Just for me, huh?”

Strangely, seeing the younger boy also being affected by the tension between them helped Eddie regain some confidence.

He turned his hand so he could grab Steve’s own and brought it to his lips, pressing soft kisses on the scarred knuckles.

“Yeah, I’m all yours,” he met Steve’s gaze with a dopey smile, “Sweetheart.”

A small part of him noticed that Robin had gone to the back room to give them some semblance of privacy. But a larger part of him had been lost in the beaming smile on Steve’s pretty face.

They stared at each other for a while until Steve finally broke the silence.

“Dinner at mine?”

“I’ll bring the beer and,” Eddie picked up the forgotten VHS case of ‘Risky Business’ and waved it lightly, “something to watch.”

That earned him a chuckle in return.

“It's a date?” Steve tilted his head, wanting to confirm again.

“It’s a date,” Eddie grinned and kissed the back of Steve’s hand.

Later that night, Eddie had turned up with a bouquet of flowers and was rewarded with a heated kiss that almost distracted both of them from Steve’s delicious lasagna.

Once they were done with the dishes and mitigated to the couch, he got a lapful of Steve, sweet and pretty and very eager to give him the best time of his life.

In the end, Eddie finally had a taste of that peachy ass and relived many of his wet dreams by turning Steve speechless and delirious with pleasure.

And if he also declared his love over and over again, then he didn't hear Steve complaining.

Maybe, it was because Steve had been busy doing the same.

[chaethewriter]

Unexpected

Eren Jaeger x alt!grunge!reader

Synopsis: Popular!college Eren dating a more alternative reader.

Mentioning: jealousy, suggestive content, basketball, fluff, toothrotting fluff, cringey fluff?, barely proofread.

Word count: 4,1K

An unexpected couple. That's what people thought when one day, Eren Jäger walked through the hallway with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Acting as if you had a demon attached to you— or if you were the demon itself— when judging gazes fell upon yourself. The sound of your heavy platform boots landing on the ground you walked on, echoing off the walls as you took step after step down the hallway, clinging to your lover's shirt all the while.

Unlike your boyfriend, who dressed in a jersey that defined his muscles and a pair of denim jeans– with his hair tied up in a slick bun– you dressed differently, totally different from him. With heavy platform boots digging into your calves, the leftover exposed skin covered with a pair of ripped tights and a black skirt. Your upper body hugged by a black striped sweater where the sleeves are big enough for your head to fit in.

“It's so annoying, it's like an extinct animal is walking past them..” you huffed the words out, looking up at your much taller boyfriend. Eren averted his eyes to the audience around him and he scrunched his nose, clearly dissatisfied with the current situation: clearly dissatisfied that they treated his girlfriend like an animal. He knew that the only reason they didn't dare to utter a word, was because it was him. That didn't change the situation though. You could feel the anger radiating from his body and you knew he would stupidly open his mouth if you didn't distract him.

“Don't even bother, I could care less about their opinions. Let's go to class.” you reached your hand to touch his chest, rubbing reassuringly as you pulled his side closer to your body. This seemed to distract him, as Eren immediately turned to face you, “You were serious about going to class?!?”

You gave him a knowing look, “Obviously. And you are going to focus, your place on the team is on the line.” He didn't reply, but only groaned in defeat. He knew you were right though, he didn't want to lose his place as captain on the basketball team.

You grabbed his hand from on top of your shoulder and intertwined your fingers with his, pulling him with you. And Eren knew he couldn't escape the class that was about to start.

“Eren! Bro! Come join us.”

The moment you entered the classroom, a voice was calling out to him from the back of the room. There sat his friends, all the way in the back like always.

“It's fine, you can sit with them. I'll be sitting in front anyways.” You flashed him a pretty smile to reassure him that he didn't need to stick with you 24/7. You still felt awkward joining his much more popular friend group, after all. Yet Eren had other plans.

While you were about to pull away from him, he only held you tighter. “Thanks guys! But I'm gonna be sitting with my girlfriend.”

“Simp!”

“Bro is skipping us for his playtoy.”

“Oh cut that crap, he truly cares about her, apparently.”

Words were exchanged, but you paid them no mind as Eren practically pushed you towards your favorite seat in front and sat you down, before taking a seat next to you. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back, looking down at you through his eyelashes, “are you going to help me, teach?”

You rolled your eyes in response, putting your bag down and unpacking your stuff. You opened your notebook on an empty page, before turning towards him. With your hand on his thigh, you leaned in. This caught him off guard, as he sat straight expecting you to press a kiss on his lips to tell him that he's doing a good job. Instead, you grabbed him by his cheeks with your free hand— squishing his cheeks together, “behave, you're the one that's gonna be in trouble if you aren't passing this class.”

Your hand moved towards his hand to pet his hair and he blushed at the gesture.

“Yeah-yeah, sorry sweetheart.”

“Good boy!” you gave him a sweet smile and settled down in your seat.

Eren put his arm on your chair as he leaned in to look at your textbook, so close to the point his stray hairs tickled your cheek. You turned your head to give him a knowing look. You noticed he wasn't walking around with a bag over his shoulder, so you're not so surprised about it.

“Promise I will bring my stuff the next time… if you be my tutor that is~” his lips landed on your temple, almost like a soft feather tickling you.

You don't say anything, but slip out a smile that your boyfriend also noticed. He stroked at your skin with his nose, his hands roaming around your waist.

His friends continued to complain, but it was all a mere noise in the background for the both of you.

During these events, the teacher entered the classroom with heavy footsteps. He put his stuff down on the table in front of him with a loud thud.

You slightly moved your face away from Eren's, as to tell him to slightly back off as class is starting soon.

He let out a pout, but respected your wishes as he sat in the comfort of his own space, his hands still lingering on your upper thigh. His fingers played with the end of your skirt, prodding at it.

“Class, open your notebooks on an empty page as we are diving straight into it. So for today…”

You ripped a page from your notebook and took a working pen from your pencil case, putting the supplies in front of his nose. He gave you a grateful smile with a quick kiss to your cheek.

His teal eyes bore through the textbook that you laid down in the middle of the surface. It's not like he understood it at all. Luckily, you were writing notes down for him that are easier to understand.

Knowing he shouldn't bother you– especially while you were so kind to help him with notes– Eren decided to keep himself busy. He twisted the pen open and watched you from the corner of his eye to see if you were looking at him.

Satisfied with the sight that you didn't, he leaned down to cover his entire table with his upper body. With the tip of his tongue slightly sticking from between his lips, Eren moved the pen around on the paper.

Checking up on you once in a while, all while drawing tiny adorable doodles. From random animals to what seemed to be you and your interests.

He was so focused that he didn't feel your poking at his arm.

“Psst Eren,” you tried to get his attention, nudging him even harder.

“What are you doing?” You asked out of curiosity once you gained his attention, a slight hum leaving his throat.

“Not telling.”

He's so cheeky.

You rolled your eyes at his sassy demeanor and turned back to your notes, all while wondering what the hell he's doing.

Two hours passed as class was finally dismissed. This entire time, Eren had been doing god knows what on that paper of his– as he kept taking stuff from your pencil case (from scissors to glue) and you wrapped up with your notes. You marked the final sentence with a blue marker and finally put the lid back on.

“I made you something!” He pulled at your sleeve to catch your attention and once he did, he held something up– right in front of your face. You had to squint your eyes and push his arms back slightly to see what this was all about.

In front of you, he held a piece of paper shaped as a rectangle, almost the size of your hand. You tilted your head to the side in confusion, “huh?” You inspected the small doodles he drew, noticing they're your favorite things.

“A phone case! Well, you can put this behind your clear phone case. Can you, pretty please?”

He practically begged you with his palms slapped together.

He was so childish.

You shook your head, before taking your phone out.

You currently had a clear case, decorated with stickers of black hearts and chains.

He immediately snatched it from your hands and you watched with interest as he removed your case, but the paper inside– with the drawings facing up– and slotted your phone back into the case.

You had to be real, it looked really wonky. Kind of ugly, but honestly? It was so sweet it made your heart flutter.

Proud of his work, Eren passed your phone back to you with a proud grin. Knowing he expected some kind of praise, you gave him exactly what he wanted. You leaned in to press your lips against his, sharing a loving kiss with the basketball player.

“Thank you, Eren. It's lovely.”

“Now you will think about me 24/7, not that you didn't do that before, but you know!”

That cheeky bastard.

“Yo Eren! Are you going to ditch us again, or actually sit with us for lunch?” A large shadow loomed over the both of you, covering the light shining down on you.

You looked up in confusion, wondering why the light had dimmed so much.

Looming over the both of you, Eren's friend group (in this class) stood there looking down on you. They were really intimidating like that, if you had to be honest. But you were sure that's also what they thought of you.

When you turned to look at Eren, he was already looking at you with those pretty eyes of his.

As if he was waiting for your opinion on that statement.

You chuckled in your sleeve, “you really don't need my approval. You should sit with them. I'll see you after our break.”

You were tempted to press a kiss against his lips, but with the amount of eyes on you you weren't so sure if you should. So you got up from your seat and greeted goodbye with a wave, but Eren pulled you back towards him at your wrist and pressed a passionate kiss against your lips.

“See you soon, babe.”

You were sitting at one of the picnic tables in the canteen. Preferably the one in the corner of the room. It's not like anyone would steal that place, though, considering not everyone thinks of your group as friendly-looking (yet the bunch of you were much friendlier than the popular group).

You poked in your crunchy wrap with your wooden fork as you listened to the conversations your friends were having.

“No but then fucking Justin fell on his fucking jaw during practice and it was so fucking embarrassing!?!?”

“Is that the only curse word in your vocabulary, Leo?”

You huffed in annoyance as Leo threw himself across the table, his heavy leather jacket hitting you in the face as he pulled his friend by his hair.

“can the both of you sit down, so that I can enjoy my food?” You grabbed Leo by his necktie as you pulled him back down next to you, “You're so annoying.”

“Last time I checked, Eren Jäger is your boyfriend and he couldn't possibly be less annoying than them.” Shoko said as a matter of fact, typing away on her phone.

Your fighting friends agreed with that statement and you gave them a glare, “Are you still going on about that?”

Then your other friend chimed in, “Oh come on guys! At least she's happy. Even if it's with the most terrible person ever.”

“Thank you Jake, for first being on my side and then insulting the hell out of me.” You threw your fork at him at the same time as your response, “he's literally not a terrible boyfriend. It's his friends..”

“-which influences him.” Shoko finished your sentence and you couldn't help but groan again.

Leo then threw his arm around you, “we can't promise if we will ever like him, to be honest. Considering… him.”

“Okay, stop being so rude about my boyfriend.” You grabbed at his locks as you aggressively pulled at them to the point some hairs are actually getting stuck in between your fingers.

“You better stop that, or else I'm going to sabotage your fucking projects! Fuck ow stop!”

The three friends watch the childish bickering unfold, but they weren't the only ones doing so.

“I'm going to kill him if he doesn't back the fuck off.” Eren crushed the crunchy wrap in his hand to mush, his nails digging through the food as it spilled through the gaps of his fingers– squeezing so hard his veins bulged.

“Jealous much?” Jean practically cackled, satisfied seeing Eren this frustrated.

“I'm not jealous..”

Oh what a lie that was. Eren was jealous, so jealous he could strangle the guy clinging to you. He knew he wasn't actually clinging to you, obviously the two of you were bickering. But he wished it was him instead.

He was so focused on you, he hadn't even noticed that he ruined his lunch.

He felt his insides burn as all he could see was red, especially when your friend pulled you in a hug.

“That's it.” Eren slammed his hands on the table before getting up from his seat, shoving his seat back along the way. His chair fell down with a clatter and the sound of students talking amongst themselves died down.

He made his way to your table, his eyes burning into your skin.

“We can work on the thing you need help with, today after class?” Leo pulled at your cheek as he said that, making you groan as the pinch was too hard.

No way in hell he was going to let that fucker with you.

“You're ruining my makeup!” You pulled at his locks harshly, at this point hoping he truly goes bald.

“Sweetheart.”

You felt an overwhelming presence behind you and at the same time a shadow loomed above you. You turned your face to the side to see what that was all about and came face to face with your boyfriend.

The entire table got quiet as they stared at the taller student.

Leo pulled away from you as he looked up at him. Eren was already staring at him, sharp eyes throwing daggers straight through his skin as his jaw clenched.

“Eren!” You exclaimed with a shy smile as you practically threw your arms around his neck. His hands landed on the dip of your waist, while the other landed on your bottom to keep your skirt from flying up. His gaze moved back towards you, much softer as his jaw unclenched. He already felt much more satisfied with the current situation.

“Watch out, you're going to kick your lunch on the floor.” Leo pushed your tray away from the edge.

Eren's jaw clenched again and his grip on your bottom tightened.

“Let's go.”

He took a hold on the strap of your bag and pulled it off the seats, slamming into Leo in the process.

“Huh go where? Oh uh! Bye guys!” You tried waving after your friends, but he was quick to seal you into his side with his hand on your hip as he led you out of the canteen.

“Can't believe some emo girl is making him act like a feral dog.”

“Bro is actually acting like a hormonal teenager.”

“Ren, where are we going?” You tilted your head up in confusion since he had been ignoring you for the past minutes.

“Hello?”

“Eren!”

You stopped in your tracks as your fist clung to his sleeve, “Ren, what's up?”

The two of you stood in front of the main exit, the halls around there empty as class was about to start.

As a reply, he huffed, and you weren't satisfied with that answer at all. His grip was still immensely tight on you, as if he was scared that you could slip away through his fingers.

“Please, talk to me.” He looked down at you and the way you looked up at him made him so weak in the knees.

He couldn't be angry at you.

And he didn't have the right to be angry at you.

“Let's skip.” he pulled you flush against him yet again. If that was even possible.

You saw the determined look in his eyes. Obviously, there was something bothering him and when Eren Jäger had something on his mind, he would do whatever to pursue that thought.

“Be happy that I didn't miss any classes so far..”

And it made him smile.

You sat down on his bed as Eren closed the door to his dorm room. From under you, you removed a pile of clothes to sit more comfortable, “Sooooo… what now?”

He put your bag down in the corner, before taking a seat on his desk chair. With the help of the wheels, he rolled closer to you until he sat right in front of you. He brought his hands down as he helped you remove your heavy boots.

Gently laying them down somewhere, careful not to damage them as he knows how much they mean to you, he held your ankles and pulled your legs through the holes of his chair. You chuckled as you pulled him closer and he pressed his nose against yours, rubbing it into yours.

A small pout formed on his lips as he stared into your eyes. Instead of speaking up, you decided to let him do it at his own pace.

After a few minutes of this loving gesture, he pulled his face away from yours and scratched behind his neck, “if I tell you I wanted you here only for tutoring, you wouldn't believe me now would you?”

You gave him a knowing glance and a chuckle escaped his lips.

“What's up with my big baby?”

“I'm not a baby!”

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled his face in your neck. You pet at his hair as he gripped at your hips.

“I don't like your friend..”

“My friend? Which one?”

He hesitated at that question, but you let him know that he could tell you everything by kissing the tip of his nose.

His cheeks grew red at the gesture, “that one friend.. I just don't like him!”

Oh.

Him.

You thought back to who you hung out with today. You were around Eren the most, but besides that you were surrounded with

Justin,

Jake

And

Leo.

Oh.

You covered your mouth as you let out a fit of giggles. He felt your chest vibrating and pulled his face away to look at you, “are you laughing?!”

“No no.. pffhh..”

“You're definitely laughing!” He turned his face to the side, his gaze on one of the posters on his wall as his cheeks flushed redder.

“Ren! Nono it's okay, I'm not making fun of you.” You put your hands on his cheeks, “please look at me?”

Silence.

“Now don't give me the silent treatment, why so jealous?”

Silence.

“Is it because he's too close to me?”

“...no.”

Finally, he spoke.

He wanted to tell you, really.

But he was so fucking embarrassed that he wanted to die on the spot.

“Then what is it?”

He murmured something you couldn't catch.

“Sorry?” you grabbed him by the chin and made him face you. You leaned up, until your faces were inches away from one another. He still didn't look at you, though.

“Didn't catch that, baby.”

“You.. his hair..”

“Hm?”

“Your hands in his hair..” it came out like a whisper, so you couldn't catch the entire sentence.

“What is it with his hair, honey?”

He pursed his lips, finally looking into your eyes as his face was bright red, “you pulled at his hair! That should have been me!”

Silence.

His eyes were wide as he waited for your reaction.

Were you going to laugh at him?

Call him too possessive?

Break up with him?

His hair tie got loose, his hair falling down onto his shoulder and tickling his neck.

He then felt a pair of hands in his hair, scratching at his scalp and pulling at his locks, “there there..”

He let out a soft whine in response, closing his eyes as he almost purred into your touch.

You couldn't help but smile.

So he was into that hm?

You climbed into his lap from the bed, you being the one to pull him flush against you now. Not that he complained as he felt your body pressed into his.

“You could have asked, baby.”

He heard that you didn't sound mad at all, your touch still soft and lovingly as your hands buried deeper into his soft hair.

“Kinda embarrassed.. and jealous.. don't do it to him anymore, please.” His nose buried into your hair as he inhaled your smell. So nice, like home.

Instead of laughing at him, you nodded your head with a smile,

“I won't.”

Extra:

“You can do it!!”

Even though the colors of the school didn't fit you at all, you wore Eren's jersey proudly. He convinced you to wear it, after some puppy eyes and begging— saying everyone should know he belongs to you and you belong to me– his words.

The shirt too big for you as it basically acted as a mini skirt. Your hands grip at his jersey as you watch in anticipation as the countdown gets closer to zero.

You bring the cloth to your face as a way of comforting yourself– it smelled just like his perfume.

“Will he be okay?” You asked Leo worriedly as he stood next to you in the crowd.

He shrugged in response, “He got hit pretty hard in the face. Wonder how long it will take until he passes out.”

“Okay shut up!” You smacked his nape in annoyance.

Turning back to the game in front of you, you look for Eren in the field. He is on the right side of the field, breathing heavily with sweat dripping down his forehead– his hair in his infamous manbun to keep it out of his face. You watched how he raised his shirt to wipe the excess sweat from his face, giving you a good view of his body.

He looked to the left, your way, as he attempted to give you a wink.

That bastard.

You blushed profusely as you attempted to cover it up with a frown.

He's not dumb, though.

With the last minute counting down, you leaned into the barrier as both teams got into action. With the ball now in the hands of the opponent, they had to try and get it back and also score in that last minute.

One of Eren's friends jumped in front of the opponent to catch the ball, but said opponent did a feint and bounced the ball to the side.

Now you were getting nervous.

In that last minute, a ton of back and forth was happening.

Who could have thought so much would happen in one minute?

“Eren Jäger from Shiganshina managed to get a hold of the ball!! Will he manage to make the final point?!?” The commentary announced through the speakers and a gasp left your lips.

10

9

8

He dribbled to the opponent's side.

7

6

He looked your way.

5

Gave you a teasing grin—

this one's for you.

4

3

Aimed.

2

Shoots.

1

0

Scored.

The crowd of shiganshina roared as you jumped in the air.

Leo shook his head, but ended up clapping as well. He had to say, he was impressed.

Eren's teammates ran straight towards him, engulfing him in a hug and eventually lifting him up.

His arms were in the air as he cheered, eyes closed and looking so ecstatic– so at peace.

You took your phone out to record the moment, maybe a new lockscreen?

He was finally put down and he immediately ran to the left side— your way.

“Sweetheart! Jump!” Eren had climbed up someway, now standing right under you as he held his arms out for you to jump in.

“Are you crazy?!?!”

“Crazy for you definitely, now jump!”

He had the goofiest grin on his face.

And you couldn't decline his offer.

With (not) a lot of trust, you climbed over the barrier and let yourself fall. He immediately caught you in his arms, a wider grin on his face, “told you I would catch you.”

“Oh shut up!” And you pressed a passionate kiss on his lips.

The camera panels towards the two of you unbeknownst to you knowing.

“You're wearing it..” he whispered under his breath once you pulled away, eyeing his jersey wrapping around your body.

“Of course I am. ‘M your biggest fan, ‘Ren.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to you.

“Hmm… should wear it more often, especially during our alone time..” his breath fanned against your ear.

“Eren!!”

A/N: thank you sm for reading! I know my posts are inconsistent whoopsies. But hope u enjoyed. Like and comment pls <3.

[the-californicationist]

he rescues you

You were just trying to get the house ready for a Halloween party, but you got trapped when you were trying to pull down boxes from the attic. The ever-helpful John Price comes to your rescue…eventually.

MDNI/18+

TW: consensual non-consent, rough sex, squirting, forced orgasm, stuck trope, mentions of violence

Link to AO3

“John! Help! John? Hello?” You shouted at the top of your lungs, trying to get your husband’s attention.

You were impossibly and undeniably stuck, trapped on the rickety ladder that led to your attic storage room, and if you tried to get down, you would surely break a leg from this height. The join of the old, folding stairs had rusted away, and when you went to open the attic door, you felt the lower half of the steps snap under your feet, clattering onto the wooden floor. Luckily, you were securely held up by the joist of the door and your other foot that was jammed in the top step, but you were unable to get out of this situation without seriously injuring yourself.

“Love? What’s happened?” John called over to you from what sounded like the kitchen. You shouted back,

“John! Help me down. I’m stuck up here.”

“What do you mean? Up where…oh,” he obviously rounded the corner and came into view of your predicament.

From his vantage point, he was face to face with your plump ass dangling with one free leg under the thin cotton of your festive pumpkin dress you’d decided to wear to your Halloween party. You wiggled your foot at him,

“C’mon, babe, give me your hand. I was just trying to grab our spooky bowls and plates for the party tonight, and the damn stair step broke on me,” there was no answer, “John? Are you still there?” You couldn't see him from this angle.

“Mmm,” you heard him purr directly beneath you, “I like this dress, love. Whatcha got underneath?”

“John!” You kicked out at him as a warning, but he grabbed your ankle roughly, “Now is not the time.”

Your scolding did very little to deter him. With your free ankle secured in his grasp, he used his other hand to lift the thin fabric of your dress skirt up and over your rump, showing off your black mesh panties. They had little ghosts embroidered into the edge, and there were orange, satin bows which tied the sides together. Festive, indeed.

“My, my, my,” he teased you, kissing your calf and thigh as he made his way wetly up your leg, “Here you are, looking good enough to eat.”

“John…” Your resolve was breaking down, and his soft, bearded kisses were making you melt in his hands.

Your whole body convulsed when you felt his fingers graze over the swell of your pussy through the mesh panties, and you couldn’t help but let go of a high pitched moan. It had been a while since he’d been home, and although you’d reconnected when he first arrived back from the field, your love-making had been rushed. John was the kind of man who enjoyed long, marathon sessions where you could expect breakfast in bed, more orgasms than you could count on one hand, a break for lunch, another romp in the kitchen in the middle of that lunch, a fragrant cigar break while he tormented you with a handheld Hitachi, more orgasms for him and for you, some wine and fruit from the fridge, and then finally a shower and a cuddle sometime after midnight - and even then he might not be finished with you. Once, when you were younger, he’d been so insistent, you had needed to call into work just to satisfy his cravings. So, needless to say, the man was starving this evening and you were the only meal he was interested in consuming.

“You gettin’ wet for me, sweet girl? Trapped up there with nowhere to run,” John growled darkly, his voice deep and raspy.

As he spoke to you, you felt his prominent nose rubbing across your panties, nuzzling against your folds, smelling you deeply. It made you a little self-conscious, being so exposed and vulnerable as you were, and you were still very much stuck in the stairs. You tried to coax him to let you down, giving him your sultriest tone,

“Yes, baby, I am. Why don’t you help me down, and we can finish this in bed?”

He started to lick you through the fine mesh of your underwear, wetting the fabric, trying to writhe his long tongue past the edge of the band. He mumbled his response as he teased you, applying just enough pressure to excite but not enough to soothe,

“Nuh-uh. Like you just where you are.”

You heard his belt buckle jingle as it fell open, followed by the whir of his zipper, a rustle of fabric, and then his hot breath against your wet panties as he let out a heady sigh. He had his cock in his hands, jacking off as he ate your pussy. With his free hand, he wrapped up the skirt of your dress and tucked it into the band of your bralette, under your arm and - most importantly - out of his way. Then, he plucked one of the bows on the side of your panties. You felt the fabric flutter open, exposing your flushed skin to him. He groaned in a rumbling tone, a mixture of agony and bliss. The other bow didn’t put up much of a fight, and you were fully on display, ready for his mouth.

It was his beard that tickled you first, sending sparks to your core with its comforting familiarity. Once, when he’d been on deployment for a long time, he’d come home clean-shaven. He was handsome still, and you would never tell him this, but your folds had sorely missed his soft facial hair and the way his dense bristles ghosted over your most sensitive skin. Now though, his mustache had grown out, winterized and ready for the cold season, and it was shining with your juices as he ate you sloppily. His tongue slipped expertly to one side, just where you liked it, and you keened, crying out at the delicious pulse of your nerves.

He placed a finger at the bottom rim of your hole, pressing downward to stretch you open, and your walls immediately responded, clutching at nothing, but ready to be filled. John chuckled, and you could feel his lips smile against you, those rosy cheeks filling the space between your thighs,

“Careful, love. Gonna wake the bear if you keep doing that on my hand.”

Your body had a physical - wet and sticky - reaction to his use of your inside joke about “the bear”. A few months ago, when he’d been under heavy enemy incursion for weeks in the wilds of some Russian wilderness, he’d come home absolutely battered. Your captain had bruises, black eyes, and stitches on his belly. He was covered in wounds, and part of his head had been shaved to staple his scalp back together. He was in rough shape, and you set to caring for him right away. You ran a hot bath, cleaned him up, told your friends and family that you were in stay-cation mode to warn them not to call you, and helped him into bed. Price still hadn’t spoken a single word to you since he walked in the door. He wouldn’t let you out of his sight, though. Even when you went to the bathroom to pee, he followed you in there, lingering in the door frame, not really staring at you or anything odd, but he required your proximity above all else.

That night, a firm jolt woke you up, and you discovered that Price had taken off your pajamas and pushed all the sheets and pillows off the bed. It was jarring, and you screamed. He was also naked, covering you, rutting against you mindlessly and blatantly ignoring your scream, continuing to bite at your neck and breasts as he rubbed his cock against you in a lurid, perverse way. You’d never felt him hold your body down that tightly, not caring if he was hurting you. He was usually so careful and so self-aware of his size and strength. After you recovered from the initial shock, some animal part of your brain knew what he needed and let him in, whispering to him that it was okay, that he could take what he needed. The growl-like scream that left his throat when you consented was identical to that of a raging grizzly. You felt like prey that night, finally understanding the true power of all that muscle and all those years of savage training.

The next day, after hours of physical contact and tears and reassurance, you had gently joked with him about it over breakfast as he fixed you an ice pack to use between your legs. John had apologized for letting “the bear” into the house, and he promised that it wouldn’t happen again. He was bereft that he had hurt you, and told you that you deserved a husband with more self-control. You grabbed his hand to make him look at you, and you told him that there was nothing to forgive. You gave him your consent for him to use your body freely, and he gave you a safeword - as well as a knife to keep in your bedside table - “just in case”. You didn’t like to think about the knife, but you knew it made him feel better for you to have it.

Now, as he pushed his finger into you, he purposely curled it upwards to find your softest spot, rubbing it in slow, aching circles. You were moaning shamelessly as you hung from the attic door, sure that he had a front-row view of your dripping hole, and you were trying not to be embarrassed about it. Eventually, two orgasms into this adventure from his fingers and tongue, you stopped caring. You were so incredibly wet, and you could feel it running into the cleft of your ass. You begged him,

“Please, John! Take me down. I want you to fuck me, please, I need it…”

“Patience, love. Be a good girl for me, and I’ll give you everything you want,” he was drunk with pleasure, having spilled his come onto the ground, still playing with himself and growing hard again.

Then, he began to fuck you with three, huge fingers, thrusting them into you at an amazing pace. He was at an angle that felt so foreign and intense, and you clenched down hard, worried that you would wet yourself if he didn’t stop.

“Wait, wait! I think I’m gonna…wait, John…” You slurred, your pleasure invading your brain and stealing all of your words, “Holy fuck, baby, I can’t stop it. I’m - ah!”

“Let it go, pretty girl. Come for me, just like that. I wanna see it, feel it on my face.”

You came hard enough for it to make you choke on your breath and wrench your eyes shut, blacking out your vision, burning the air in your lungs. It felt like you were squirting on him, almost like you were relieving yourself, but not exactly. It wasn’t the same sensation. You just knew that you weren’t in control. There was a distinct dripping noise as your fluids ran onto the wood floor, covered by your screams and John’s loud groans.

You were ripped from the stairs and pulled into his arms before you could recover. The attic would have to wait, it seemed.

[russellsppttemplates]

Making do (George Russell)

George moving to Monaco has a bigger impact than you anticipated

Note: english is not my first language. This is my attempt at getting back into writing, I hope this is half decent at least.

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

my masterlist

Tw: long distance relationship

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

"Did you have a big day today?", your friend, "Actually, let me rephrase that. How big was your day today?", she chuckled. "I finally handed in the last paperwork so HR can process my transfer from departments, so hopefully in a week or so everything will be sorted, like accesses and all that", you explained, "but it's been good, you know? I've worked a lot towards this and to finally get it, it means a lot", you said, hearing your phone beep with a notification from your boyfriend, "is it your man?", your friend asked, smiling knowingly.

"Yes, George wants to go and have dinner to celebrate", you blushed, "he just texted me the details of the reservation so I can get ready on time", you said, setting your phone down after quickly replying to him that you would be ready by the time he would pick you up back at home.

"Whenever you need to go, let me know, but for now, I have this gossip I want to tell you, you'll never believe it", she smiled, warming her hands in her cup of coffee as she told you a out the latest rumours she heard in her office.

When the time came, you both said goodbye as you made your way to your and George's shared apartment, leaving your shoes and coat on the hallway closet and heading straight to the shared bedroom, taking your clothes off so you could shower. While the dinner wasn't a fancy occasion, you still wanted to dress nice and look good since it was a celebration still. Picking the dress from your wardrobe, you fastened the delicate zipper and tied the belt, looking at your self in the mirror as you soothed out the wrinkles.

It didn't take long before you heard George arrive, the clicking of the lock on the door catching your attention as you walked to the hallway, "hey, darling", George greeted, grabbing your hand and making you do a little spin, whistling after kissing your lips, "you look gorgeous", he complimented, "are you ready to go?".

"I'll just freshen up in the bedroom and then we can get going then", George said, quickly styling his hair and spraying on some extra cologne, "even though I don't think we need this, I want to say thank you for doing this", you mumbled against his hand laced in yours, kissing his knuckles as you walked out, "you deserve to be celebrated everyday, Y/N".

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The monegasque sun was shinning despite the cold breeze caressing your skin. You and George had gone out for a run before you both had work meetings, deciding to stop in a little café to have breakfast out of the house for a change.

"It's still a nice day today, maybe later tonight we can plan something, hm?", your boyfriend suggested while you sipped your juice, "That's a good idea, yes", you smiled, looking at the crescent buzz, the city becoming alive as more people got up and headed on with their days.

"You have something on your mind, I can tell", you held your hand out on the table, his fingers finding yours and playing with them, "I do, actually", George cleared his throat, "I've been thinking a lot about this recently, and with the meetings I had last week, it became a bit more obvious to me where I am standing on this. I've been waiting to tell you once I had a more set opinion and I knew how things would play out, and I obviously care about your thoughts, too. I've been thinking about moving here", he stated, his eyes looking for your immediate reaction, "and I'd like you to move here with me, too".

It had always been a conversation the minute things started getting more serious, so it wasn't a shock per se. Most of his colleagues either lived in Monaco or spent a good part of the year there. The question wether you'd be sble to join him, however, was not such a sure topic.

"Obviously, I don't want to rush your decision, even though I'd love to have you here with me, and there are a lot of hoops to go through, but it's something to think about", George added, squeezing your hand in his, "yes, something to think about definitely".

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"I can't go". That's what George heard from you as you sat at the dinner table. On his way from the factory and after he had sorted a few errands down on the new apartment in the principality, your boyfriend picked up your favourite take-away, and now you had dropped your decision. "I just got a work promotion, my friends are here, my family is here, too. I can't just leave, at least for now", you explained. "And I love you, so much, George, but I can't go, I can't leave here", you gulped, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

"That's okay, darling. We'll make this work, right?", he nudged. He didn't want to lose you, not at this expense, not ever, but right now, this seemed to have triggered a new fear.

"We'll do our best", you tried, "it's either making this work or breaking up, right?". The sentence left your mouth in the most innocent and naive way possible, but the words resonated with you and George.

"Can you promise me something?", George asked and you nodded, "you'll always talk to me the minute anything feels off, and I'll do the same with you", he stated, getting up and making you get up too, pulling you flush against his chest, kissing the top of your head.

"Deal", you smiled, resting your chin on his chest, "but you'll have to let me help decorate".

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"The apartment feels lonely, I have to admit", George said over FaceTime as you both had dinner, him in Monaco and you in London. It had become the only time in the schedule where you were able to speak to eachother that wasn't in text form.

"It's the same here", you admitted, "feels way too big without you here, but we're making do, right?", you smiled, rolling the spaghetti on your fork.

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You were making do until you weren't, that's what you thought as you drove to the airport to pick your boyfriend up. He was flying in today for the first time in a month, and the butterflies in your stomach weren't all just anticipation to finally see him. You had promised eachother that you would tell the other when it wasn't working and when you felt like things needed a change, and tonight would be exactly that. To prove yourself that it was just the distance and not something else entirely.

George walked through the terminal with his small carry-on bag, the buzz of the families gathering their children in one place and people collecting their bags behind him as he walked as fast as he could without running into anyone. He missed you loads, and part of him wishes you missed him like that, too, despite not liking the idea that, like him, you had spent nights up thinking about your relationship or that your work meetings were also interrupted by nagging thoughts and doubts about how you were doing the long distance relationship.

It didn't take him long to see you amongst the crowd. The later flight meant a lot less people in the airport when you compared to other situations where you picked him up, making it easy for him to reach you, "hey, darling", he hugged you, "I've missed you so much", he whispered into your hair.

Inhaling his scent brought you to a calmer state of mind. George was home and his presence alone would always make you feel at home no matter what, and maybe that was hard to admit, but equally necessary, "I missed you too, handsome. How was your flight?", you asked, hugging his waist as you walked to the carpark, "it was good, not too bumpy".

The ride to the apartment was filled with comfortable conversatiom, George's hand on your thigh as you drove while you chatted about what you heard on the radio, parking the car in the garage and heading up.

"I didn't know if you had eaten enough on the plane, so in case you were hungry, I made some extra food for dinner", you announced, "it's in the fridge if you'd like", while you stored your coat away in the hallway closet.

"I'm good, thanks. I've been thinking about some cuddles though", he mumbled, kissing your forehead and circling your waist, "to the sofa?", he wondered, guiding you both to sit against the soft pillows.

The feeling of being in your boyfriend's embrace after such a long time must've triggered your emotions, soon enough bringing tears to your eyes, "darling, what's the matter? Is something hurting you?", George asked, his thumbs coming up to wipe your tears.

"I know we promised to tell eachother right away, but I also wanted to give it time", you hiccuped, "and it wasn't the best idea, because I feel like this", your lip trembled.

George rubbed your back now, hoping to get you to breathe a little slower and calmer, "what have you been wanting to tell me?", he asked.

"We said we would be honest, so this is me being honest. I don't know about you, but I'm not enjoying being away from you. I knew it wouldn't be good, but I didn't think it would be this bad. And it's not fair to ask you to move back here, nor it is fair for me to have to go to you, so this is a big big whole mess", you explained, looking at George's somewhat stunned expression.

"I have to admit that I don't like it either, but it's like you say, it's not fair to ask either of us to move, not like this anyway", he tiptoed around the subject. He wanted you to be with him so badly he has most likely considered all of the possibilities to solve this situation, and very few of them actually seemed doable.

"So what do we do?", you asked, afraid of the answer you'd get, remembering the small joke you made about breaking up a few weeks ago, "darling, I love you so much, but we need to sort this out", you yelped.

Shuffling in his seat, George looked at the situation clearly, "I want you to feel comfortable, Y/N, and if this situation isn't doing that for you, then it needs sorting out. If there is anything we can do to make it better, I'm in. Darling, I'm all in of it helps us", he pleaded.

"I need to think about all of these things, all of these situations", you said, getting up, "I'm sleeping in the spare bedroom, okay?", you checked with George, "I love you and I need to figure this out on my own", you tried, hoping he would understand.

Nodding, your boyfriend noted his understanding, "of course, whatever it is to help us, I meant it", he got up, his hand brushing your hair behind your ear, "I love you, Y/N".

Walking to the spare bedroom didn't feel as lonely as you thought it would, most likely because you had grown accustomed to sleeping on your own, but knowing George was on the other side of the wall helped. He had been understanding and supportive, and to know that he was giving you time to think this through without any judgement or pressure.

It was weird for some people, but making a list of pros and cons for situations like this helped you decide. The written words and the way you weighed them in according to the different criteria allowed you to think about it. You saw your future with George in it, that was a no brainer, so there had to be wiggle room. Because you had a good relationship with your boss, the later hours on the clock didn't keep you from sending her an e-mail, her answer being one of the confirmations you needed.

Grabbing your phone, you checked the last time your parents had been online, pressing dial when you saw they were still awake, "hey guys, I have something to ask you", you began, "how bad would it be if I spent a little less time here?".

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George woke up alone like he had fallen asleep. After getting ready, he headed to the kitchen, hearing a small noise from the spare bedroom as he thought you were just getting up, almost recognising which step you were in your routine by the noises.

"Good morning", you said, catching your boyfriend's attention as he buttered some toast, "hey, darling, did you have a good sleep?", he asked. He wanted to know if you had made a decision or reached a conclusion, but asking upfront wasn't the smoothest idea, he thought.

"I did okay", you fumbled with your feet, not knowing how to approach the situation, "I got an email from Anna", you said, seeing George's puzzled expression, "I asked her if I could work remotely, pop to the office every now and again, but mostly remote, and she said yes", you explained further, seeing his smile.

"I'm not doing this out of obligation, I'm doing this for me and for you too in a way, but because I want us to be okay, I want us to be good", you grabbed his hands, "and I'll still spend some time here, but it will be sporadic".

"This is great, you have no idea how much this means to me", George hugged you, "you're incredible, Y/N Y/L/N, and I'll never stop saying that".

"Only one thing, though", you tapped his nose, "my parents demanded that, since we're moving, that they can visit and whenever we're back home, mum wants to have dinner", you shrugged your shoulders as your boyfriend laughed, "Oh, what a bother to have to eat your mum's delicious cooking and your father's cheesecake"

[breedbun]

` ` and here he is, the love of my life. ` ` - me, probably.

warnings; none, this is part 1! :)

desc; hi guys!!!! this is self indulgent because it was my birthday at the end of last month so i deserve to write about my favourite icy blue man!! js a sweet preschool teacher reader, who adores children and teaches english, science, and art. kaeya, just dropping klee off.. in turn, wants to put kids in reader!.. i mean, reader did say he liked the idea of having kids. (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ too bad y'all gotta wait!! *winky wink*

(edits/notes; 00:59 — 13:59 — 14:17 (i slept) this is inspired by an oc of mine btw i felt like being silly )

These past few weeks, you've been tasked with caring for the "terrorist of Mondstadt" by Acting Grandmaster Jean herself — Klee. As bad as people exaggerated her to be, you knew Klee absolutely loves you, even tolerating the fact you disallow her to bomb random things. You don't know why she loves you so much, but you're obviously not complaining at all, hah..

In the daycare you manage, you tuck Klee in for nap time, and ruffle her fluffy blonde hair gently. You let out a sigh of relief, because finally getting Klee to actually sleep was one hell of a task. Your fingers slide behind your waist, wrapping around the apron knot you tied. You grabbed two loose fabrics sticking out, and pulled on it hard. Once you tightened your apron, it was now time to prepare the snacks for the children once they woke up.. and then the activities, as well as outdoor free play. You've sure got a lot on your plate, but you're the true miracle of this daycare.. you're the only one who can herd every kid under control within minutes.

You sped up, walking past small mattresses with sleepy children, to a few large boxes at the back of the room, grabbing the one on top. Spinning on your heel, you struggled slightly to maintain both balance and speed as you rushed out the nap room. Closing the door with your foot, you then speed-walked to the many colourful tables and chairs with scribbles here and there. Opening the box, you start distributing all the snacks, and you can hear a few of your colleagues behind you scurrying over, attempting to aid you.

Everything took a while to prepare, but within nap time, you thankfully had at least 15 minutes left to relax. Usually it'd be 5 minutes or less, but you've got more hands today due to the new interns. Of course, you sat down in a short chair as you reached for your already half empty water bottle.

Though there were a few hiccups throughout the rest of the afternoon till the evening, you made it through the day with happy children and happy parents as always! You personally escorted Klee to the unlocked childproof gate, told her to grab her bag and stuff from her allocated tray. While you waited for her to pack some things, you glanced over at the parents in curiosity. Besides the loud giggling and chattering currently filling the room, you find a strangely familiar figure standing not so far from you. Blue hair, eye patch, tanned skin.. Right! That's Kaeya, the Calvary Captain. He had quite the reputation, both good and bad.. though, you've worked with him during your previous job, and you briefly know what type of person he is. Your thoughts are interrupted by Klee's tackle against your legs, and you nearly fall over, if not for the counter you held onto beside. You simply place your free hand on Klee's head, laughing as you try to find balance.

"Klee, is that your uncle Kaeya?" You speak endearingly, as you look up from her and up to that blue-haired man. Kaeya seemed to make eye contact with you, and you look away for the sake of your dignity. Sure, he was handsome, but you don't think he's into guys.. He's pretty popular among the ladies, too.

Klee ran over to Kaeya, babbling about her day while you follow behind slowly. Kaeya seemed almost surprised, but he had a smile on his face as he knelt down to listen to Klee with full attention on her. His gaze shifted to you every so often, you could tell, but you quietly walked away and hid yourself behind the counter. He watches you momentarily, before Klee starts dragging him away. Kaeya finally takes his eyes off you, and his mind swirls with you while he attempts to keep his mind on bringing Kee home.

What a strange man, what a charming man. Blue hair, an eye patch, and pretty eyes. You swore you saw a vision too.

@breedbun • kaeya's no.1 fan+husband fr

[feijyoro]

Study Session

Tsukishima Kei x fem'reader x Yamaguchi Tadashi!

Warning(s)?! : threesome, overstimulation, blindfolding, (almost) forced sex, fingering, oral /fem receiving- tying,slapping,cursing- (slight r!xakiteru)

A/n: ...tired but of course,writing! ~The characters are aged up on this dw~

"Y/n? Y/n!" you heard Tadashi behind you,as you look at your back,he waved at you,and you saw a familiar boy he's with. "This is Tsukki, he's from Karasuno too! Let's go home together!" Wow,he's tall. Your eyes' met and Tadashi giggled. "Let's go,let's go!"

"So y/n,is it okay if we visit his house first?" Tadashi smiled at you before he looked at Tsukki. "I'm just going to tutor him." He said coldly, holding his headphones. "I'm not busy,so sure. What are you going to tutor him then?" He didn't replied,instead,he put his headphones in his ears and continued on walking.

"Rude!" you shouted. "Hey y/n! Let's go? He's always like that!"

When y'all reached Kei's house,he quickly locked the door and asked his Mom and his Brother to not disturb the three of you,since they're gonna have a tutor session. After,you run upstairs and sit on his bed.

You lay on his bed comfortably and you hugged the pillow. "This is comfortable!!" You shouted. "Tsukki!" Kei entered the room and locked the door. "Hey,you're suspicious you know! Why are you locking the doors?" You asked. "It's not like this is something important.." You added. He took off his headphones and got something under his bed. "Y/n? Can you turn around for me?" Kei asked. "Huh?" "Just do it." You turned around confused as you felt him hold your back.

He placed your hands behind you and tied it with rope,the rope is so tight that you feel kind of uncomfortable,but then he blindfolded you. "Hey?! Are you going to kidnap me?"

"Ah Tsukki?! What are you doing?!" "Yamaguchi,come here." "Huh?!" "Come here." You felt someone sit up at the bed and you're hearing their conversation clear.

"Tsukki!! You're hurting her!"

"Pass me my phone."

"Why?!"

"Just pass it!"

Tsukishima Kei: Mom,I'm just gonna tutor them how to do balancing so please ignore the weird noises,these two are shits.

Sent.

"Okay,lay down- What the fuck y/n."

You were crying, obviously heart racing. It's not like you're dramatic,it's just your body's hard to control from the rope and the blindness on the blindfold.

"Tsukki!!" you heard Tadashi called nervously.

Kei lay your body down on the bed, trying to straighten your body. "Calm down dumbass,ain't going to kill you or something."

"Yamaguchi, try to do something."

"Like what?! Are we killing her?!!"

"No?"

Kei held Tadashi's hands as he put them on your chest. You were actually squirming, almost shouting "Let me go!" and crying but then Kei slapped you. "Tsukki!!!!!" It's an actual scream from him. Kei then kneel on the bed and then.. ripppp!

"T-Tsukki?!"

"Here." he points at your skirt. "Pull it up."

"What?! Why? T-T-Tsukki!!?"

Rip! He then unclipped your bra,exposing your chest. "T-Tsu-Tsu-" Tadashi felt like he's gonna collapse,but he's actually worried,but slowly getting turned on,but still scared. "Tsukki!?!"

Kei made you sit up and climbed on your back,hugging your shoulder close to him as his free hand opened your legs. "I told you to pull this Yamaguchi." "C-Can't! What are you doing?!" He just laughed off and pulled your skirt upwards,holding the waistband of your panties,he slid it off. You kept on kicking and squirming so Kei held your legs open. Tadashi was covering his eyes,but Kei pulled away his hands,then whispered at you. "Shut the fuck up or I will not let you leave this room,understood?"

Slap! He slapped your left breast as he kissed your ear. "Yamaguchi,your hand." Tadashi shakily brought his hands near him,then Kei grabbed it and put it between your legs. "There we go." Tadashi is almost dying,but Kei held his fingers gently then guided it in your cunt.

Tadashi is actually scared of hurting you,but the heat that his hands felt is actually getting him to feel good. "Tell me what you feel,so she'll know too." Kei let go of his hands and hugged your waist,Tadashi's hand and fingers are still touching your heat,his flushed and reddish face's looking directly at your heat. "It's.." "What?"

Kei starts on rubbing your nipples by his fingers,as he starts to massage it. "Tell me." "Warm.." His face almost blows up. "W-Wet.." Your face heated up of mixed embarrassment and unknown feelings inside you,your sensitivity's increasing.

"Okay! Now.." Kei held his fingers into a fist,then guided it to put up his middle and ring finger. "Put this inside her." Tadashi's scared,he's gonna hurt you, possibly. "N-No.." "No? Okay but like this." Kei positioned his hand between your legs as he spread your labia apart from the other hand,then entered your awaiting walls. Whines and little moans came out of your mouth as you kept on squirming,the little moans' being louder as he got his fingers faster, curling it upwards, tears' still spilling on your eyes. Tadashi is staring,scared but wanted to try so.

Kei curled his fingers as he reached something squishy,but wet. "Here,Yamaguchi,the sweet spot is here." he exclaimed as he pulled out his fingers. "Yamaguchi?" He looked at Tadashi,who's completely shy and scared,yet.. "Yamaguchi,come here for a minute." He got close to Kei then he kissed Tadashi's neck, licking it up and down and leaving bites on it. "Hmm!!!" Tadashi is blushing,but as soon as Kei pulled away the kiss on his neck,he stopped on blushing,but it's obvious that he's actually scared,somehow.

Kei touched the visible bulge on Tadashi's pants,then rubbed on it. Small moans came out of him. You're shaking,crying, you're actually inexperienced.

As he saw that the green-haired man is already harder than a while ago,he laughed. Kei stood up and got to the other edge of the bed, then pushed Tadashi to you,his head's so close to your cunt, dangerously making you feel his warm breath on it. "Yamaguchi,you never touched a girl before,now's the time." he said, pushing his head closer. "I swear,I never touched that girl before too,just imaginations. Yet,I know there's eagerness inside you." Tadashi blushed at his words,then Kei let go of his head.

Tadashi gulped hard then held your knees,right now, his anxiety's starting to fade. He then didn't hesitate to dive in between your legs. His tongue is fast,licking every single wetness on your heat,then started to lick your clit up and down. His tongue then travelled lower,then licked your hole in and out,he brought his fingers then sucked on your clit,pushing the two digits Kei taught him a while ago inside of you.

You can't form words,his fingers and tongue are working faster than you imagined. Drool starts to pool your mouth as you came. The breath that you get starts to fade away again as he continued on what he's doing. Kei laughed.

"Yamaguchi." he called. Tadashi's not answering,instead got faster of his eating your poor sensitive heat. "Yamaguchi,you can stop now." he's not even listening,the slurping sounds just got sloppier,but faster. "Ah- Ah Kei-" Kei looked at you then pulled Tadashi away,then whispered. "Give her another way of pleasure,okay?" Tadashi licked his lips clean then Kei helped him unzip his pants,he then unzipped his too,then climbed on the bed,on your back. He pulled the blindfold away of your eyes. "Y/n?" "K-Kei.." "You're doing so well." "Kei-" you got cut off when Tadashi directly entered you,the pain starts to reach your body. "Impatient right now,are we?"

Tadashi didn't respond,instead,he put your legs on his shoulder then pushed deeper. His thrusts are getting faster and harder,every thrust,he reaches your cervix in no time.

Kei then pushed you up to sit you,then entered your other hole. You felt so full,the cocks entering your holes are too much,the orgasm from earlier gave you the sensitivity. "Ah.. You're actually a b-bottom? I thought you'd be- Ahh- Ah- a top.." Kei laughed at you. You held hardly on Tadashi's shoulder,moaning both their names and cries of lost on words came out of mouth. Your orgasm washed over you,as Kei and Tadashi came inside you.

Right after the session,the three of you are left panting,Tadashi is hugging you,his cock's still buried inside you.

"Tadashi... Kei.."

"Y/n."

Tadashi kisses your lips and Kei kissed your neck,leaving bites on it. While kissing you,someone knocked at the door that made you flinch. "Kei,Mom made juice and pancakes,we kind of heard you,you must've been tired from the tutor session!" His brother,Akiteru said as he left and walked down stairs.

"Y/n,come here." Kei turned your head and kissed you,then pulled away. "Wear one of my shirt first."

The three of you walked downstairs then sit on the chairs at the dining room. "Mom came to the store." Akiteru said. "Kei, Tadashi." They both looked at him.

"You think I don't know what you're doing at the room?"

Tsukki almost spit the juice and Tadashi blushed a little. "What? Tutor session? Why?" Akiteru smirked. "I'm directly at your door the whole time." Akiteru said,handing you a small medicine. "Just in case.." he looked at Kei. ".. you know." then handed you a cup of water.

[ryeriy]

ever so cold

warnings: fluff

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a/n: I'm sorry I've been slacking guys I'm trying to recover and back up for it 😭 I swear I don't mean it 🙏🏻

"Nico, you know I don't even have a pair of skates, right?" I said while grabbing my jacket and my boots.

"Well, it's a good thing there are rentals," he said while zipping up his coat. He put a pair of gloves and a hat into his pocket.

I put on my boots and then put a pair of gloves in my pocket. I put a hat on my head. "You're not bringing your skates?" I grabbed my phone and put it into my pocket as I asked.

"Of course not! I'd never bring my delicate babies for a free skate," he said while laughing.

We both walked out of the house and locked the door behind us. Walking down the drive to get into the car. Opening the door and sitting down in the car buckling my seat belt.

"So your skates are your babies now?" I asked while laughing along with them.

"Yes, my babies who aren't babies," he said while smiling at me as I laugh.

"Well, what happens if we have actual babies?" I said while looking at him as he pulled out of the driveway.

"Then they'd be my actual babies who are babies and my skates would still be my babies who aren't babies," he said while laughing.

"Wow, I see how your priorities are," I say while laughing. "It goes skates, hockey, family." He nods his head.

"You know me so well!" He says jokingly while turning on the radio as he continued to drive.

"I know I do," I say joking back and smiling at him.

***

We pulled into the parking lot and it was packed. Every car was on top of each other. One on top of another. Nico managed to squeeze into a parking spot in between two cars. The two of us got out very carefully trying not to hit any cars.

"Jeez, could they park any closer?" I said while laughing a bit and closing my door.

"Honesty," Nico had said while locking the doors grabbing his gloves, and putting them on. I put mine on too. "It's cold," he said while looking at me.

"It was your idea to go ice skating outside," I remarked at him. I let out soft laugh.

He shook his head before letting out a chuckle. "Let's just go get some rentals," he said while he held out his hand to me.

I grabbed his hand as we both walked up to the skate rental shack to grab our skates. Nico grabbed a pair of hockey skates and I grabbed figure skates. The two of us tied our skates and stood up.

Nico was the pro at this and was already on the ice. I was standing at one of the entrances and was walking slowly onto the ice. I looked up at Nico to see his phone pointing at me and a smiling growing on his face.

"No! Don't record me!" I said while laughing in embarrassment. I was vulnerable and looked stupid slowly walking onto the ice and I clung to the wall.

"It's funny!" Nico exclaimed while taking a few photos too. He took a selfie of us before putting his phone back. "Here, take my hand," he said holding his hand out for me.

I took his hand and he was helping me skate and preventing me from falling. He was holding onto me and I was getting the hang of it a little bit. I started to get better at skating but we still both were next to each other.

"There you go," he smiled at me. Nico was encouraging me and I was so happy I was getting it. "You're a pro now."

"Think I'm NHL ready?" I said jokingly. I laughed after I said that and he did the same.

After thirty minutes of skating around, we decided to sit down for a minute and rest. We skated for another twenty minutes before we decided we were done.

"It's so cold!" I said while taking off my skates and putting my boots back on.

"Agreed," Nico said as we walked back to return our skates. "Hot chocolate?" He asked.

"Obviously!" I said back to him. We both smiled at each other. Both of us walked over to the hot chocolate cart and ordered two for us.

We took them back to the car and sat in the car. He started the car, turning on the heat and the radio.

"Cheers!" I said while holding up my cup of hot chocolate. We both clung them together softly.

"Enjoy," he said as we both took a sip from our drinks.

"Now this is what I call fall weather." I said. I looked out the window and took another sip of my hot chocolate before looking back at Nico. "Thank you," I said.

Nico smiled and said, "of course, my lady." He placed a kiss onto the top of my head.

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[limecakeluke]

I just want to know what you think about Luke's kinks? does he even have them?

what are his favorite places for.. this?

how needy can he be and does he ever get like that?

you can describe Luke from any time passage, I'll be glad to anything.💌

(actually, I want to ask so many things, cuz I like your tiktok content so much, but I'm too shy🙏🙏)

happy to see you've found me across platforms anon i feel very honoured, always feel free to ask more 😽

nsfw under cut ofc ☆˙⊹

as for kinks, i don't necessarily have the biggest of selections for what i believe he may have, though i have some ideas :

as always i'm a firm believer in luke's intense praise kink — telling him how amazing he feels, how good he's doing (maybe even using a few "good boy"'s here and there) is guaranteed to make him 10x more sensitive to your touch

another one is you taking him straight in uniform, doesn't matter which one — pilot, jedi, as long as you let him keep it on, or have him semi-clothed, he'll go crazy

something about the fact you being so needy you can't wait for him to get fully undressed really gets him going

another one i have that i think he doesn't necessarily like to share out loud since he finds it a bit out of character? unprofessional?

but i think he enjoys a little bit of restraint. not like, full body completely tied up, but maybe just his wrists held up above his head, either with cuffs, clothes, or even just you holding him down.

plus, he knows you like seeing him whining about how he can't touch himself when you stop, and he's all about pleasing you.

luke being the tender guy he is, i'm pretty sure his go-to is in the comfort of his own home, whether it be the Lars' homestead, or his little house on Ossus, he seeks privacy most, especially with you

however, if it really came down to it — maybe he was out on a mission and you two haven't seen each other in a while, or you both are working together and it's been far too long, it could always happen in the tight space of his x-wing, or a secluded area in a dim shop on some alien planet.

and obviously, luke is most certainly a needy person, always calling out desperate phrases or little wanting whimpers, he's very much inclined to let you know that he needs this, needs you

though, if the occurrence ever pops up in which he can't speak to you, he's definitely a touchy person, grabbing anywhere he can to keep you close, prolong your pleasure, maybe touching up your sides and your chest, even running his fingers through your hair like you'd take off running otherwise.

[l-0-v-3-r-z]

𐬻ᯐ⚠︎︎ Enemies with my Lieutenant | Simon ‘ghost’ Riley x Y/N

!!!!!Smut!!!!!

I have never played cod MW2 yet so if any of this is wrong I am very sorry!!

Warnings: angst, yelling, argument, angry sex, pet names, slapping, rough sex, andddd degrading! :D

Plot: you and Simon have never gotten along. Simon was just so blunt and so fucking rude! You hated him and he hated you. Right? That’s how it always was and will be.. except on one of your missions something interesting happens

Code name for reader: !poltergeist!

Y/N’s POV:

I sigh softly. Sitting up on the bunk bed as i grunt. God the beds here were hard which wasn’t helping with the fact that We had a mission tonight. Shit what time is it? Ok good only 5am. I slide down the shitty ladder from the bunk bed and land on my feet and start to walk to the small dresser I kept my things in as I start to look around in it as I hear someone clear there throat. Ghost. God I fucking hated his stuck up attitude, intimidating demeanor, stupid scoffs he made, the way his stupid bulk, muscular body flexed when he wore muscle shirts, the way he slightly lifted his mask to the bridge of his nose when drinking, he’s stupidly attractive stubble. Wait- do I like my Lieutenant? No. No I don’t. Me, soap, gaz, and ghost all shared a room with bunks. I bunked with ghost, him obviously on the bottom and gaz and soap on the other bunk bed. I soon felt a presence behind me and I quickly grab my pants, my tight black shirt, bra, and panties as I started to quickly make my way to the showers. Currently I was dispatched with task force 141, only task force 141. Making me the only female in the group. I made my way to the showers and put my cloths down where they won’t get wet as I slipped into one of the showers and quickly shut the curtain as I let the hot water stream down my body. Once I was out, dressed, hair tied up, gelled, and ready I walked out into the training field. We were doing hand to hand combat with partners. Soap and gaz were fighting at the moment, price watching as I was with ghost, again.

I sigh as I got onto the mat and gave him a sheepish smile and put my hands up into fists. “I don’t throw first hits, ‘simon’.” I said in a cocky Tone as I gave him a grin. Before I knew it I was on the Matt, gripping at his ankle as I squint my eyes. “It’s ghost to you sweetheart.” He said in his harsh tone which wasn’t helping me focus. His booted foot was stepping on my throat cutting off my breath. I slipped my hand up his leg, right behind his knee and harshly pushed my thumb into a pressure point and grabbed his clothed leg and pushed up making him stumble back and fall onto his back. I was now on his lap, my forearm pressed into his neck, my knee pushed into his ribs threatening to snap one if he moved. “Careful we’re you put that ass of your sweetheart”. He choked out in his deep raspy voice as I felt his hand push under my knee and his free hand grab my head and slam it into the Matt making me gasp as he now had both of my hands behind my back and his knee digging into my back painfully. “I tap out!” I shout loudly as he gets off me and I huff while I get up and brush myself off before I felt a harsh shove to my back by the one and only ghost. “Price said no pressure points poltergeist!” He shouted at me which ended in me and him getting pulled apart because of our screaming fit. Price holding me and soap held ghost. Again me and him did not get along. But god was it hot when he shouted. I harshly push back off price and storm off to me, ghost, soap, and gaz’s shared room. I sighed softly as I grabbed the dress I needed to wear and held it into my hands as I look down at it.

My mission was to distract a wanted drug cartel leader, drug him, bring him into my car where ghost would be waiting for me and him. I wore a mask like ghosts whenever I was on murder missions so nobody knew who I was. But many hated me due to my reputation. I left a silent mess wherever I killed which made me a target of most people we went after and earned me the code name poltergeist. Which also leads me into being a master assassin. I was dispatched into the 141 team after serving for awhile. Now here I was, once again on another mission with them. After I had calmed down I sat in front of a mirror and After about an hour I had put on a dark, Smokey look for my makeup. Tying my hair up in a braided bun and two strands in my face. The theme was ‘the darkest of elegant’ so I took that as an advantage to show off my form as much as I could. I put on a black dress with a slit in it that went up to my hip and one of the sleeves went down to the floor.

!Dress below!

I took a deep breath as I walked out of our shared room, my heels clicking as all eyes were on me. I felt confident and hot. Price nods to me, complimenting the dress as gaz and soaps jaws were on the floor making me laugh softly as ghost gave me a cold glare but there was something.. different in his eyes. Lust? Jealousy? I couldn’t put my finger on it. Once we all got into the army jeep we all started to talk, except for ghost. He was observing, me? Half way to the drop off at the mansion we had to drop me and Simon off in a limo to not raise suspicions. Ghost was driving as I sat in the passenger seat. About thirty minutes into the drive he spoke. “You look really good Y/N..” ghost muttered under his breath making me lift a brow “it’s poltergeist to you” I snapped back, repeating his own words. “God I’m giving you a bloody compliment take it ya fucking stubborn bitch” “excuse you?” And there we went again, a screaming fit. I shut him up when I open the door making him stop the car as I get out and start to walk into the building. I had an unnoticeable ear piece in where I heard soap com in. “Alright lass he’s gonna be in the VIP room. You don’t got a pass so you gotta be loud enough to make him hear you when you aren’t allowed access. If it doesn’t work we’re fucked”. He stopped talking with a click of his tongue and I sighed swallowing. Soap was watching me from a up high cliff with a sniper scope as price was back at our second stop with the army jeep to pick us back up.

I start to walk to the VIP room and I get stopped, getting told I wasn’t allowed through. “Oh but mister!” I give a pout, leaning down slightly as I got our targets attention. “Let her through” the man demanded and the guard let me through. I have an innocent smile as I walk over to our target as I sat on his thigh, my hand sliding down his shirt to his lower stomach. His hands cling to my waist and I let a giggle escape my lips. He bought us drinks as i kiss on his neck and look to the side, seeing him slip a drug into my drink making me smirk, my plan working out perfectly. as I lean my back onto his chest and grab our drinks My fingers worked there magic and switched the drinks as I gave him mine and he took the shot in one swing and I took his in one swing. I wince at the burning but bitter taste of vodka as I grabbed his hand and slowly led him out into my car once we got to the parking garage. I saw my limo and I opened the back door, pushing him into the back and shutting my door. “To bad your not gonna see these pretty tits today mister~” i hum into his ear making him groan confusingly as i harshly punch him, knocking him out as I tie his wrists, ankles, arms, legs, and Mouth as I shut the back door. The drug worked faster then i thought it would. I got into the passenger seat with a huff as I feel ghost eyeing me.

“What?” I hum. He lifted his mask to the bridge of his nose and licked his lip, harshly grabbing my jaw with his gloved hand and he kissed me roughly. Catching me off guard I gasp. Making me twist my torso in my seat to get more comfortable. After a second I kiss him back, my hands cupping his jaw as i close my eyes. No fucking way I was finally kissing my lieutenant. the man I was obsessed with for the past year. I felt his large hand lead down my jaw to my neck giving me goosebumps as I shiver, giving my neck a quick squeeze before harshly pushing me away and back into my seat as he started to drive, keeping his mask up. I was breathing heavily, completely stunned as I lick my lips and just look out the windshield. We stayed quiet the entire two rides.

I was already undressed and in the shower, letting the hot water stream down my body. Nobody was allowed in the shower at 11PM except for me so I could have my privacy. I heard footsteps come closer to my shower, wet ones? I slightly peaked out of the shower to only get slammed against the wall by a man with blue eyes and brown hair. ghost! And he had his mask off. God he was handsome. “You see what you do to me sweetheart? Fucking hell..” he grunted, resting his head on my shoulder as he softly grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on the base of his cock, letting me wrap my hand around his shaft. I bite my lip softly, pushing my thighs together as I swallow. The water didn’t use as much of a lube so I spit in my free hand, taking the other one away as I started to jerk him off with the one I spit in. Hearing low, deep grunts coming from his mouth just fueled my hand to go faster. I slowly slip to my knees, my hands softly placed on the man’s bare thighs. I look up at him to see his right hand on the wall holding him up as his head down looking at me. His left hand came down and softly grabbed my hair and got it into a ponytail with his hands which I was thankful for. I softly started to lick at his tip, taking it in my mouth and hollowing my cheeks as i swirl my tongue around his tip making him grunt. I started to take all of him, taking one of my hands of his thighs and started to massage his balls, squeezing them from time to time as I gag harshly once he hit the back of my throat. I swallow on him as I feel his hand grip my hair hard to keep me in place and before I knew it he was thrusting his entire cock down my throat making me gag and whine onto his dick. He pushed my head all the way down and i whimper softly, swallowing once again onto him as I look up at him. One of my eyes were closed and the other was lidded and teary. He groaned loudly as he looked down at me and started to bob my head up and down as i hollow my cheeks and close my eyes taking him. “Good fucking girl, taking her Lieutenants fucking cock like a cock slut huh?” I whimpered loudly onto his dick from his words, just making me wetter and wetter as he fucked my throat. After about 10 minutes of him Fucking my throat dry he pulled my head off of his cock as i pant heavily, drool connecting my lips to his red tip along with dripping down my chin as I kept my mouth open and tongue out looking up at him pathetically. He slapped his tip onto my tongue softly making me whine loudly up at him. “Be patient you fucking whore.” He said in his deep, gravely voice making me moan out in anticipation.

Just like that he pulled me up by under my arms and slammed me against the wall and roughly started to kiss me again and of course I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He wraps his hand around my neck, giving it a firm squeeze making me whimper as he slips his tongue in my mouth and explores, just making me whimper and whine becoming more and more desperate for the man I once hated. He broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting our lips as i breath heavily. “Come on now. Be a good girl for me sweetheart, yeah?” He hums into my ear as his hand goes under my thigh and lifts it up. I whine softly at the new position as he takes his hand away from my neck and starts to line himself up with my entrance, sliding his tip back and forth from between my folds making me more and more impatient. “Simon! Stop teasing please I’m- ah!~” I couldn’t finish my sentence due to him roughly thrusting his full size into me making me throw my head back in slight pain and mostly pleasure.

He brought his hand back up my body, giving my tits a firm squeeze before his hand went back down and rested on the small bump in my lower stomach, pressing down on it making me moan out loudly. One of his hands were holding under my thigh, spreading my legs whilst the other one was pressing on a bump caused by his dick. My head was back onto the tiled shower wall while his head was in my neck hiding his face in my neck as well. He grunted into my ear before starting to slam into me, making me moan loudly as I started to babble nothings. Drool slightly going down my chin as he continued to slam into me harshly. His hand that was once on my stomach was now rubbing fast circles onto my clit making me a moaning, babbling mess. His hips snapped against mine at a harsh pace, making me close within minutes of him thrusting into me. “C-cum I-I’m I’m ~ ah!!~” I moan out loudly as I cum hard onto his dick, making me chuckle as i mutter nothings about how good he feels. After awhile that felt like eternity his thrusts started to get sloppy and his grunts were turning into soft moans as he pulls out quick and removes his hand from my clit. He know starts to fuck his hand, throwing his head back as he cums all over my thighs and stomach making a lewd sight for him to see. He pants heavily, pumping his dick a few more times before he moves his hand under the shower stream and quickly washes it as he picks me up and softly sets me on my knees.

His fingers worked magic into my hair, shampooing and conditioning my hair and making sure I was okay before he dried me off and helped me slip into my cloths. We were walking back into the building as he kept his arm around my waist just to make sure I could properly walk without falling. “A-are we umm.. dating now?” I mutter, confused of this relationship. “Yes. Well I mean- if your okay with it then yeah… we’re dating Y/N..” he mutters, a bit unsure and I nodded. “Yes.. of course I’d want to date you I mean- you just fucked me and I’ve loved you for a long time now” I giggle softly, shaking my head as I smile happily. Once we got to our room everyone was asleep so he slipped into his covers and placed me on top of his chest, his hands on the small of my back as my hands rested on his chest and I fell asleep quickly, exhausted for what just happened.

The next morning I had sat up, now alone in the bed I was once in with Simon. Soap and gaz were gone to and I look at the time. Holy shit I slept in?! It was 10 in the afternoon! I get up and quickly get ready, gelling my bun and getting on my uniform as I run out into the gun range quickly. Almsot everyone dog piled me and we all wrestled for hours. after awhile we stopped and were all panting on the floor and I was holding ghosts hand and that’s when I knew that I had made the right choice of staying in this task force.

Cheesy ending I KNOW. But I wanted to end this on a good note and not the reader balling her eyes out cause ghost can’t handle a relationship because of his past and just the fact that work will always come first BUT we don’t talk about thatBut anywayyyyyyyyyzzzz that’s for another story!

w/c: Idfk probs over 1k.

I think this was a really good one but I dunno it seemed to go to fast for me but I rushed the last part

[gaybananabread]

Its been a rough few weeks, but I'm alive. I'm slowly going back through all my old fandoms, and right now it's MHA's turn. I love the KiriBaku pairing, platonic or not, so take this either way! I'm gonna split it into two parts, or else this is gonna be long as hell.

(Part 2)

Lee: Bakugo

Lers: Midoriya, Ojiro, Todoroki

Summary: 1A is competing to see who gets dish duty for the month. When it comes down to Bakugo and Kiri, they choose an interesting final challenge.

Warnings: swearing (it's Bakugo). This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

The 1A dorms were always chaotic, especially when it came to competition. Every month, the class competes to see which half of the students are on dish duty for the month. It had been intense, with betrayals, twists, and a sprained wrist. By evening, everyone had finished competing.

Everyone except Bakugo and Kirishima.

The two had been at it all day, neck and neck in every contest, trivia, workout and test. Even after twenty separate events, the two were still tied. Most of the class had gone already, homework and comfy beds calling their names. Only Midoriya, Todoroki and Ojiro were still watching.

They were currently in a handstand contest, three minutes in. They were both shaky and tired, the other events draining their stamina. The others thought it would finally be the end of this silly conflict.

At three minutes and thirty-two seconds, Kirishima's arm gave out, and Bakugo toppled backwards. They landed at the same time. Their classmates were less than thrilled.

"ANOTHER TIE?!"

Todo put his head in his hands, groaning. Modoriya started mumbling about the near impossible odds of another tie. Ojiro screamed into his tail.

The pair on the ground just glared at eachother. There wasn't much heat behind them, but it was more than annoying to keep tieing eachother.

Kiri smacked a hand on his face. "Dude. HOW did we fall together!"

Katsuki huffed. "You're a fuckin' copy cat."

Kiri poked his side, making him flinch away and swat his hand. A new contest idea clicked. Something he knew they wouldn't tie in. He stood up, grabbing Baku's hand. "What if we did a tickling endurance thing?"

The blonde's face lit up red, tugging at his hand. Kiri kept his grip. He poked Bakugo's side again, nodding as he flinched, seemly saying 'See? This could work!'.

His classmates agreed, much too tired and sick of the repetitive ties to care. Bakugo obviously protested the idea.

"Seriously? That's gotta be the dumbest idea tonight!" Lucky for everyone, Eijiro knows how the explosion user works.

He puffed his chest in mock pride, hoping to play to Bakugo's more competitive side. "I guess you're right. I mean, who would actually be able to do that? I'd probably loose in 5 seconds." And, as planned, he took it hook, line and sinker.

"Ha! I'll kick your ass! Game on, Shitty Hair!" He had his signature smirk on, eyes haughty and determined. Kirishima smiled, cracking his knuckles. Works every time.

Their friends huddled together. Once finished, Midoriya stepped out, laying the ground rules. "Okay then. You can't tickle eachother. One would be too tired when it's his turn to tickle the other. The three of us will test you at the same time. Safeword is 'Plus Ultra'. Whoever goes the longest without saying it wins."

Kiri was a little worried. He was kinda betting on the whole 'wear him out' thing. He can still win. Probably.

They flip a coin to see who goes first. Bakugo picked heads, Kirishima on tails. Kiri held his breath, his fate in the hands of a quarter. With a smack, Deku snatched the coin from the air. Opening his hands, the tails face greeted him. He let out a sigh of relief. Bakugo would go first.

They had the explosion boy sit in a chair, Ojiro offering to hold his arms up. Todoroki was on lower body, Midoriya on midsection, and Ojiro had free reign of what he could reach. Holding the timer, Deku gave a countdown.

"3, 2, 1..."

"Start!"

Initially, the blonde tried holding in his reaction. For about seven seconds, he kept it in. Then Ojiro remembered he had a really fuzzy tail to weaponize. He slid the fluffy tail end under his shirt, twitching it about on his torso.

Small titters escaped the explosion user. Ojiro went at it with his tail while the other boys tried their best to crack him.

Todoroki was surprisingly good at tickling. True, he was tentative, but he somehow knew exactly how to wreck the blonde's shit. He poked, pinched, squeezed, and skittered across his legs and thighs. He even took off his combat boots to get his feet.

Giggles began to spill out. It wasn't a huge reaction, but they were getting there. Bakugo cursed, trying to keep his laughter in.

The greenette was exploring Bakugo's midsection. He already knew where to go, but why finish it so quickly? He scribbled on his belly, pinched and poked his sides, squeezed hips, everything he could to wear him down. Finally, Deku pinched the spot right above his ribcage.

Bakugo broke.

"GAHA! DeheHEHEkuhu! FUHUHUCK OHhohoff!" Bakugo tugged at his arms, trying to stop the tickling without giving in. Ojiro held strong, keeping the boy's arms above his spiky head. Nearby, Kiri squirmed, knowing his turn was next.

Midoriya didn't let up. He stayed on the blonde's death spot, pinching and poking and prodding. The others followed his example, keeping up their torment. Todoroki was pinching his thighs. Ojiro had his tail brushing on his neck. His laughter was pitchy, all the spots combined driving him up the wall.

Bakugo tossed his head back and forth, trying to shake off the intense tickles. It didn't work, and really only made Ojiro's tail tickle more. He cursed and continued his pitchy laughter.

Damn, he wasn't expecting them to actually be good at this! Okay, maybe Deku, but the other two?! I mean, it's half-and-half! He was genuinely shocked, and starting to reach his limit...

Ojiro looked down at Bakugo's face. It was nice to see his grumpy, explosive classmate laugh like this. Plus, revenge bonus. He looked down at his neck, and got an idea. A cruel idea. A tickley, unfair, wonderful idea.

Ojiro moved his tail to the other side, leaned down, and blew an enormous raspberry on the blonde's neck.

Bakugo squealed.

That was so not fair! He jerked his head, unable to do anything. Both sides of his neck were being tickled, meaning if he blocked one side the other got worse, and vice versa.

The others looked at him, smirking. None of them were expecting that, but it was a pleasant surprise. They were relentless, giving everything they had to crack the explosion user.

It was too much. Reluctantly, the blonde called out the safe words. "PLUHUHUS UHULTRAHA!"

All three boys immediately stopped, backing off as Midoriya stopped the stopwatch. Bakugo curled in on himself, rubbing his neck. His face was flushed, and he looked... well, imagine a giant, ferocious tiger after catnip. It was adorable, but a bit unsettling.

Deku put a hand on his shoulder. "Nice job! You got 7 minutes and 26 seconds!" He shrugged off the hand, regaining his breath.

After a minute, he turned, and with an evil look in his eyes, he pointed to Kirishima.

"Your turn, Shitty Hair."

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - twenty-four | garage band

“Yunho!” You shouted up at his window. “Yunho!”

Yunho’s window opened wider and he poked his head out. “T/n, what the hell!”

“Come down! I have something I want to show you!” 

He shot you a quizzical look and closed the window. Moments later he was opening the door and walking out towards you.

“I know it’s late, but you could have just knocked on the door.”

“I don’t want your parents to see this yet. Can we hang out in the garage?”

“What do you want to show me?”

“I don’t want to do it out here. The garage first.”

He frowned at you and went inside to open the garage. “Come on in.”

You grabbed the package you had brought over from where you had hidden it in the bushes. It was a huge, flat thing, haphazardly wrapped with newspapers that you had tied to it.

“What the hell is that?”

“I bought it!”

“You bought it? What is it?”

You put the package down as gently as you could. “My fucking salvation, Jeong Yunho. My way out of this hole.”

He looked at you with wonder, unable to discern what it could be.

“I carried this all the way from the music store-- I even wrapped it up so if I somehow saw my parents, they wouldn’t see what it is. Anyway, I can’t let them find it.”

You ripped the newspapers off and ripped the box open and pulled it out: a gig bag.

“You bought a guitar?” He asked, agog.

“Nah,” you unzipped it and pulled the instrument out by its neck. “A bass.”

It was a gorgeous dark blue color, and you kissed the body before handing it to him so you could root around in the smaller boxes of stuff.

“Wow, it’s cool. But why a bass?”

“I want something as fucking far from a violin as I could get.”

“Wouldn’t drums be further?”

“Yeah, but then I’d have to own a whole drum kit, and I wouldn't be able to carry that back from the music shop on my own, dingus.” You flicked him on the arm and he laughed. “Anyway, basses are cool.”

“Where’d you get the money for it?”

“Uh…” You stood up straight. “I might have stolen my birthday money out of my mom’s drawer?”

“T/n!” Yunho yelled quietly.

“What? It’s my birthday money and she never lets me have any of it. This is the first time I’ve used any of it.”

“Are you serious? Your parents are like, rich.”

“I don’t know about rich - well-off more like - but they think they should tell me every little thing I can and can’t do, and the ‘can’t do’ list is really long. Like, ‘No thanks, I’m okay.’”

Yunho frowned with a sigh.

“You know how they are, it’s always, ‘You’ll thank us someday’. My mom especially. What to do, how to feel-- Got it!” You pulled the strap out of the box and Yunho held the bass up for you so you could attach it.

You put the bass on and adjusted the strap so it hung at a spot that was comfortable and then looked for the picks you knew came with it. Finally locating them, you stood and strummed a few notes.

“Do you know how to play?”

“Obviously not. But I read that knowing one instrument makes it easier to learn others, so it can’t be too hard, right?”

He laughed. “Where did you read that?”

“Online.”

He laughed again. “You shouldn’t believe everything you read online.”

You shrugged. “I’ll just learn on the weekends, when I have free time.”

“Where are you going to keep it?”

You looked up at him with a devious smile.

“Nuh uh. T/n, whatever you’re going to say--”

“Yuyu, please? You know I can’t keep it at my house, my parents would kill me.”

He frowned.

“Come on, you’re my best friend, you have to.”

“Why do I have to?”

“Because I’d do it for you.”

“...Really?”

“Of course. We’ve been best friends since we were five. I’d do anything for you.”

He looked away and stared at the floor.

“Or…” you walked over to your bag and pulled your house keys out and showed him what hung from them. “Were the matching BFF lanyards we made together just a lie?”

He looked at the lanyard and back at you, frowning for a moment as he thought. 

You smiled and dangled the lanyard in front of his eyes.

He sighed. “Fine. You can keep it here.”

“I knew you’d let me!” You hugged him, the bass sandwiched between the two of you.

“What am I going to tell my parents?”

“Just tell them you’ve decided to learn bass. You don’t even have to use the amp to play, you can just hook some headphones up to it, they’d never know.”

He looked at you disapprovingly.

“Or just never touch it. As long as they think you’re slightly serious about it, they’ll probably leave you alone. They’re way cooler than my parents about that shit. When I told my mom I was thinking about learning how to paint, she bought me paint and everything but made me sit at the kitchen table to paint. Like I had to be supervised so I would actually use them.”

He frowned. “I remember that.”

You shook the memory away and picked at the strings of the bass excitedly.

He nodded, then shook his head. “No, what if they ask me where I got it from? They know I don’t have enough money for this.”

You thought. “Tell them I got it for you for your birthday.”

“What?”

“Oh! I got it for your birthday and I’m teaching you! That makes sense.” 

“No it doesn’t!”

“Listen--” 

Yunho’s mom opened the door. “Yunho? T/n? What are you doing here?”

“I was just giving Yunho his birthday present!” You smiled.

He glared at you for a moment before going along with it with a nod. 

“But his birthday is in three weeks…”

“I know, but I can’t keep it at my house, so I had to give it to him now.”

His mom looked at the instrument, currently on your body. “A bass?”

You took it off and handed it to Yunho. “And that was your first lesson.”

“I didn’t know you were interested in learning an instrument, sweetie.”

“Oh…”

Yunho looked at you for a moment and you implored him with your eyes.

“I became a little jealous because t/n plays violin and I wanted to play something.”

“I don’t know if we really have the money for lessons.”

“That’s okay, I’ll learn how to play it and then I can teach him. It’s part of the present.”

“Really? You can do that?”

“Sure! I already play one instrument, what’s another one?”

She smiled. “You’re such a good girl,” she hugged you and gave you a kiss on the head. “You’re lucky you have a friend like her, Yunho.”

He nodded. “Yes mom.”

“Don’t stay out here too late, you still have to do the dishes.”

“Yes mom.”

She left.

“You’re so lucky, Yunho.”

He turned towards you. “Why?”

“Because your parents are so nice. They’re like… real parents.”

He frowned and put a hand on your shoulder. 

You could feel the watery feeling of tears that threatened to expose how jealous you really were. Yunho’s parents were the kind of cool, modern parents you see on TV: loving, encouraging, happy to let their kids decide what they wanted to do and let them try multiple things until they found what they were passionate about, forgiving of mistakes, not hovering over them so they live their life the ‘proper way’, meaning; whatever way the parent thought was best. You blinked and the tears threatened to roll over your cheeks.

“Are you okay?”

You sighed and crouched down so you could wipe your eyes without him seeing and went about taking the amp and the cables out of the box. “Let’s bring this all up to your room.”

He nodded.

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False God

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PAIRING: Turles/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, no plot. WARNINGS: NONCON/RAPE, dacryphilia, overstimulation WORDCOUNT: 3948

Summary: ‘This was a nightmare. It had to be.’ It was the only thing on your mind. You repeated that sentence like a mantra. Maybe you’ll wake up in your bed. Terrified, but in your bed, inside your house. On Earth.

Notes: I said I was gonna post a goku x reader next but I got confused. Apparently. I will post a gokuxreader next, I'm close to finishing up one soon hopefully. PLEASE READ THE WARNING before reading this. If you are uncomfortable reading noncon, do not even open this.

‘This was a nightmare. It had to be.’

It was the only thing on your mind. You repeated that sentence like a mantra. Maybe you’ll wake up in your bed. Terrified, but in your bed, inside your house. On Earth.

You were shoved inside a bedroom by your captor, and you stumbled upon it, trying not to fall face flat on the floor. Your hands were tied behind your back, keeping your balance was a challenge especially when the man who grabbed you seemed to care little if you walked or if he dragged you.

You tried not to look at him at all as he walked into the room, letting go of you. His appearance was still engraved in your mind however. He looked very much human, if it wasn’t for the tail he had, kept wrapped around waist. And under any other circumstance you would have thought he was handsome.

But not at that moment. He had descended from the sky, as if he was a god, a false god, and he had kidnapped you in the middle of the night and taken you into his spaceship, going to who knows where. You glared at him when his back was turned to you, as he took off his battle armor, boots and gloves, and sat by the bed.

“Come, girl,” He called for you with a wicked smile on his face, beckoning you with his hand.

There was no other choice and you knew it. You wouldn’t dare to run away, his men would catch you as soon as you left the bedroom. And staying in that room terrified you just as much. But you didn’t want to obey this brute of a man, and if he was going to harm you, you weren’t giving in that easily either.

You took a few steps, as slowly and carefully as you could, until you were at an arm’s reach. Obviously tired of you stalling, he forcefully grabbed your arm and pulled you to stand in front of him.

“You can call me Turles,” He said, stroking both of your arms as he eyed you up and down. “You should remember it, you’re gonna be screaming it in a few moments.”

Gulping, you tried to free yourself from his grip, but he only held onto you tighter.

“What’s your name, girl?”

You glared at him, pursing your lips, choosing to remain quiet.

“You won’t tell me, huh?”

Turles reached out his hand towards your face, caressing your cheek. You pulled away from his touch, turning your face to the other side, but he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Cute and feisty. I like that.”

He moved your face up and down and from side to side, like he was inspecting it before letting it go. You winced; his hold on your jaw might leave bruises.

When he grabbed at your shirt and ripped it off, you yelped, surprised, jumping backwards. He pulled you closer once more, making you stand in between his open legs, and ripped off your bra with just two fingers.

Your cheeks flushed under his intense gaze, and you closed your eyes. You weren’t exactly sure what to expect other than the obvious fact that he was going to have his way with you, but you prayed he did it quickly, because you had no hope of running away.

“Exquisite.”

His hands squeezed your waist, trailing upwards towards your chest, tracing the curves of your breasts. You gasped when one of his hands reached your neck and suddenly tugged you down towards him. He buried his nose on your neck, inhaling deeply, creating goosebumps all over your skin. You flinched when he suddenly licked under your ear before nibbling at the sensitive skin there.

Turles mouthed at your jaw before reaching your lips. He kissed you rather roughly, and you tried to pull away when his tongue caressed your lips, trying to pry your mouth open, but you didn’t relent. When his fingers pinched your nipple, you squealed, and he got to roam your mouth, licking at your tongue.

He didn’t linger on your lips for long, pulling away quickly to tug at your pants. You tried to clamp your thighs together to make his job of getting rid of your clothing harder, but he didn’t seem fazed at all by your actions, tugging them down in one move along with your panties.

You couldn’t help but shiver at that point. You knew what he was going to do to you and you tried to make it hard for him, but you couldn’t help the fear creeping in your head, making your whole body tremble, even your lips. You didn’t want to seem afraid, but Turles would obviously notice it, with his hands once again on your waist.

“Don’t be scared,” He said as if on cue, though his voice was cold and had no comfort in it. “I’ll be gentle. I know how fragile humans can be.”

You huffed. You didn’t expect anything from him, but his words didn’t help at all.

He chuckled, amused at your reaction, before he leaned in, pressing his lips to your stomach. He roamed almost every inch of skin available in front of him, kissing and nibbling all over your belly. You gasped when he suddenly bit at your hip, sucking on the spot right afterwards.

When his mouth reached your chest, you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning. Despite the fact that you were terrified, you couldn’t deny that his touch was having an effect on your body, a warm knot forming in your lower abdomen, and you felt you were getting wet in an instant. Little noises escaped your lips when his hands started kneading at your butt, his lips encircling around one of your nipples and sucking on it. You couldn’t help the small yell that slid from your mouth when he suddenly bit at your breast. He hummed, staring up at you, pleased by your reaction. 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Turles purred against your breast. “I can smell your arousal.”

You looked at him then with eyes like plates, and you were mortified when he laughed mockingly. 

The next thing you knew was that you were thrown onto the bed, bouncing on it as Turles stood up, looming over your body. Grabbing your legs, he dragged you to the edge, his eyes gazing at you with nothing but lust in them. Not completely given up yet, you tried to roll over, squirming to get away. He laughed again, sardonically, at your futile attempt to escape, taking his time watching you before he grabbed you by your ankle. You tried to kick him with your free leg but it didn’t affect him at all, a wicked grin on his face as you attempted to hit his chest with your foot. He grasped your leg quickly, yanking you to the edge of the bed once more, turning you over so you were facing up again.

“I thought you were attractive before,” His eyes seemed hungrier when you looked back at him, and you gulped loudly. “But now you are making it hard for me to be gentle with you, girl.”

With his hands on the back of your knees, Turles folded and spread them over your body, exposing your sex to him. You whimpered, embarrassed and frustrated at your helplessness. His gaze was fixed on your core, and you witnessed his pupils dilating right in front of you.

“I knew you were having fun,” He commented, licking his lips. “You are soaking.”

Closing your eyes, you felt your face heat up at his words and under his gaze.

“Don’t act so coy, kitten,” He said, his hands sliding from your knees towards your thighs, “Enjoy yourself. I know I will.”

Turles kneeled down before you, his hands keeping your legs in place and squeezing your flesh. You looked at him then, fear and arousal bubbling up inside you. He was staring right back at you, with a knowing look, fully aware of what he was doing to you. 

With his eyes still fixed on yours, Turles ran his tongue over your folds, all the way up to your clit. Your legs twitched, and you moaned loudly, your body reacting on instinct underneath him. He dragged his tongue over your entrance, slowly collecting your wetness before flicking it over your clit. Your legs jolted this time, and you gasped, throwing your head back, breaking eye contact with him.

The softness in his treatment ended there, and he started sliding his tongue over your folds almost forcefully. He ate you out like a man starved, holding tightly onto your tights, digging his fingers into your skin. 

You couldn’t help the noises leaving your lips, moans and cries loudly filling the room with each move of his tongue. It was too much for you, he was keen in his intention, but you weren’t sure if that intention was making you orgasm or making you cry.

Turles was purposely sloppy, or so you thought by the wetness you felt dripping onto the mattress from your core and his mouth. He swirled his tongue firmly against your clit, not ceasing his moves for a minute, and you soon felt the warmth in your belly spreading through your body. 

Before you could feel your climax, tears started forming in your eyes. Everything was too much, you were overwhelmed and his relentless onslaught on your core had you practically screaming. You wanted to ask him to give you a minute, to not be so rough, but your mind was still somehow clear enough to recall your decision to not beg or even talk to him.

When he latched onto your clit, sucking on it mercilessly, you knew you were done for. You cried out when your orgasm hit you, making your entire body shudder and your toes curl. You saw stars behind your lids, feeling tears stream down your cheeks. When he didn’t let up, not even after your climax washed over you, you started sobbing, feeling overstimulated, almost on the verge of passing out. He stopped then, looking up at you, not even remotely remorseful. He looked pleased with himself even, and you couldn’t help the anger you felt boiling up in your stomach. Turles dragged his tongue over you a couple of more times, slowly slurping on your release, making you yelp from overstimulation and your legs quiver.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” He said, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

Tired and slightly embarrassed at his words, you soon started to feel soreness in your arms from being tied up behind your back.

You glanced at him through your tears. His eyes were blown by desire as he discarded his clothes. You gasped when he sat you up with a hand gripped around your arm. You were suddenly face to face with his naked body, and your eyes immediately darted towards his cock, thick and already hard. You swallowed loudly; you didn’t mean to stare, you didn’t want to give this man any kind of satisfaction, but you were intimidated by his size.

“Time to return the favor, sweetheart.”

Recoiling instinctively, you knew you had no way out of that one. Turles put his hand in the back of your neck, and you backed out as hard as you could.

“Wait,” You said, the gears in your head turning at high speed. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow as you went on, “Let me do it my way.”

He was obviously amused at your reaction by the way he was looking at you, but still surprised you chose that moment to speak.

“So you can talk,” He snorted, his hand on your head threading through your hair. “Here I was thinking those cute noises were all the sounds I would get from you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, making him chuckle.

“You wanna do all the work? Suit yourself.” His hand on your head moved to your shoulder, pushing you closer but still giving you the chance to do as you pleased. “And don’t bite. Or I’ll stop being nice.”

Trying to summon up the courage to go through with that, you darted your tongue to lick at the head of his dick. He hummed approvingly, and you flattened your tongue on the slit, feeling encouraged. 

You lapped at the tip, and you swore you heard him growl, low and deep, sending a shiver up your spine.

Not wanting to prolong the moment any further, you wrapped your lips around the head and sucked, swirling your tongue around him at the same time. You didn’t realize giving head without using your hands would be a challenge; you didn’t think you could fit all of him in, and you didn’t have your hands to aid you. But you were set on satisfying him enough so he would leave you alone afterwards. As unlikely as that seemed, you clinged onto that small silver lining. 

Turles groaned when you slowly took more of him in, sliding up and down, preparing yourself to take him fully inside your mouth. Breathing as steadily as you could through your nose to try and relax your throat, you closed your eyes, taking a little more of him in this time. He was big and you had to pull back almost all the way out when you felt the gag reflex kick in. You tried again, feeling his hand on your shoulder tighten as you swallowed him once more, flattening your tongue on the underside.

“Enough teasing.”

His voice interrupted your job at hand, and you looked up at him, feeling nervous.

His hands worked their way on each side of your head, gripping it tightly. Turles shoved his cock almost the entire way in, and you couldn’t help but gag. He grunted before pulling out, and quickly pushed back into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat this time.

Tears pricked your eyes, and you closed them tightly as he began using your mouth. You felt powerless, everytime the head of his dick hit the back of your throat, you gagged, and by the groans slipping from his lips, that only seemed to turn him on more. You clenched your fists, still secured behind your back, automatically trying to break free from your restraints to pull away from that man, but to no avail. He was like an animal, completely feral and unhinged. 

You moaned involuntarily around him when you felt something soft slid in between your legs, stroking your clit. You quickly realized it was his tail stimulating you. Turles growled, dark and loud, when you whimpered as he kept moving his cock in and out of your mouth. You soon tasted his precum all over your tongue. His breathing quickened as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Through the fog in your mind, you could tell he was close, and you prayed he would come soon.

His dick started twitching in your mouth, and with a couple more thrusts, he came. He was all the way inside your throat, you had no choice but to swallow his load, trying not to choke as he kept your head pressed flush against his pelvis. When he pulled out, letting you go, his dick spurted the last streams of cum, landing on your chin and chest.

You didn’t attempt to hold back your disdain, especially at the fact that he had choked you, making you cough almost to the point of puking. It was then you noticed your entire face was wet, with tears, saliva and then his cum. The realization only made you spill more tears as you kept your head low, avoiding his gaze.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” His voice was hoarse, as he took your head in his hands to make you look at him. You didn’t have enough strength to fight him. Turles smirked wickedly at the sight of your face, running his thumbs over your cheeks, wiping away your tears. His touch lacked any kind of gentleness, you knew he was doing it simply for his viewing pleasure. “You are a natural, babe.”

You winced at his words, which only made him chortle. 

“Time for the main event.”

You shrieked when you were pushed face down on the bed. You turned to look at him, eyes widening when you saw he was hard again already. You squirmed, trying to break free from his hold of you, but his hands were on your hips in the blink of an eye, keeping you in place.

“You are an animal! Let go of me!”

“I admire the fire in you, girl,” Turles laughed cruelly at your weak attempt to get away. “It turns me on even more.”

You groaned angrily. Of course it did.

“You are sick!”

“I am.” He grinned, positioning himself over you. Still trying to free yourself from his grasp, his hands on you tightened. “Stop squirming. Or I might get confused and use your other hole.”

You froze, your breath getting caught in your throat at his threat. You didn’t know how much you could trust his words anymore, but you gave up, doing as he said.

“Good girl.”

His voice spilled lust, making your stomach drop. You buried your face in the sheets, trying to get rid of the cum on your chin, along with the remains of your tears. Your heart was beating abnormally fast, as if you were going to have a stroke. And apparently it was only going to get worse by the way his hands were sliding along your waist. 

You turned your face to the side just when he gripped your hips, lifting them up, making you gasp. He grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it roughly, and you had to hold back the groans threatening to escape from your lips. 

Your body jolted when you felt him sink his teeth into one of your cheeks. You cried out; he had actually bit you hard. You couldn’t really see, but there had to be a mark for sure. 

“That hurt…” You whimpered, trying to fight brand new tears welling up in your eyes. 

“Sorry, girl,” Obviously not sorry, he ran a hand over his bite on your ass. “It only gets better from now on.”

The bed shifted behind you as Turles straddled your legs, placing himself over you. He ran his cock in between your cheeks, and you bit your lip, dreading his next moves.

You screamed, eyes opening wide, when he shoved his cock inside you without warning, filling you up to the brim. He didn’t even give you a second to adjust to the intrusion before he started thrusting into you at a harsh pace. 

It was too much too suddenly, like almost everything that had transpired since you were forced into the room. Tears started flowing down your face and onto the bed as soon as he began moving, and you couldn’t help the sobs and whimpers spilling from your lips every time he slammed back into you.

Even through your anger and helplessness, you could still feel his dick stroking that spot inside you that sent shocks through your body. When he kept hitting it, you even started moaning through your tears, recognizing that familiar warmth pooling in your belly. 

“You like that, huh?” He sneered, not giving up the unforgiving pace. “I knew you would like me, princess.”

Turles moved one of his hands towards your butt, kneading it and grabbing it as he moved in and out of you, his other hand grasping at your tied arms, pushing you back to meet his thrusts. He was vicious, relentless, not letting up for even a second, and you were soon overwhelmed, positive you were going to pass out right then and there.

His tail sneaked in between your legs from underneath once more, and your body shuddered when it started stroking your clit. You whined loudly, feeling so close to letting go already, the warm knot in your abdomen so close to bursting. 

It only took a couple more thrusts, his dick roughly slamming into you once, twice, and you were done for, jaw going slack as you came. Your entire body spasmed and you saw stars behind your lids. 

“Shit, that’s good,” He growled as his rhythm faltered when your climax made you clench around him.

Turles kept fucking you through your orgasm, making your body tensed as it prolonged your release. It soon was too much, and you started panting and sobbing, the pleasure turning into soreness.

Ache started setting into different parts of your body, specially between your legs, where his cock was still ramming into you. Your brain was practically putty by then, too far gone to comprehend how he could still go on like that after fucking your mouth. Your arms were practically screaming in pain from being tied up all the time in an unnatural position, and the fact that he was pulling at them to make your hips meet his thrusts was not helping. His tail was still rubbing your clit, and even though you were exhausted, you felt another orgasm growing back up steadily. 

“You are not so innocent after all,” His hoarse voice spoke, as he let go of your backside to rest his arms on each side of your head, leaning over you, lips close to your ear. “You looked absolutely fucked up.”

You didn’t have it in you to reply, it even took you a while for his words to settle in. The only thing you registered in that moment were the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you, skin slapping against skin, and his groans, which seemed to be getting louder and more ragged. His rhythm also started to falter, unevenly speeding up. Turles was close to release, but so were you, and for the second time in minutes.

The previous climax had left you sensitive to his every move, and his tail’s constant strokes of your clit were like the last strain that tipped you over the edge again. You came with a stuttered moan, mind going blank and toes curling. Your body still shook even through the tired state you were in, and by the guttural groan Turles let out, he must have felt it. 

He rammed into you hard and fast, hips snapping against your ass, as he found his release. He was pressed flush against you as he spilled his cum, dick throbbing inside your clenching walls. He rode out his orgasm, pumping into you until he was spent, making you shiver with aftershocks. 

You were too overwhelmed when he pulled out, panting with your face buried in drenched sheets. You didn’t realize your hands had been fred until he turned you over, and the strain in your muscles started to subside. 

Looking at him through half lidded eyes, you have lost the will to fight, at least for the time being. Turles looked worn out himself as well as he loomed over you, his arrogant smirk still on his lips. You wince when he leaned in to lick at some of the tears still on your face, and he firmly grabbed your chin to kiss you, his tongue licking at the roof of your mouth as you whined.

“I like you more than I imagine I would, girl,” He said, voice smooth, taking you a little by surprise. “I think I’m gonna keep you around.”

[citrus-blade]

Ephemeral

Day 3 of Citrus Dreamnoblade Week with the prompt 'Enemies to Lovers'. This will have multiple chapters cause I couldn't finish it in time.

Link to AO3 or read it under here!

Getting kidnapped was not on Dream’s expectations in his life, considering that his father hated him and wouldn’t give a shit about him. But for some reason the pirates of the flying ship The Syndicate still saw it as a good idea. With a captain who was ready to sell Dream away, the young prince has to find a way to escape or get Captain Technoblade to set him free. Either way Dream would have to stay on the ship with the weirdly nice crew.

Chapter 1 under the cut! Words: 2,994

“Let go of me!” Dream screamed, trying to pull himself free from the person who had thrown him over his shoulder and was currently running. “Help!” How could a normal evening turn out like that?! All he wanted to do was enjoy the royal ball of his father for once and all of a sudden explosions happened and people were running into the room.

In all the panic he had called out to his father who had already run away, fucking coward. Before he understood what was going on some filthy pirate had grabbed Dream and thrown him over his shoulder with a loud ‘I got him!’ and then ran off. Obviously this was a targeted kidnapping attempt, probably hoping that the king – Dream’s father – would pay them for his release later.

Too bad that his father didn’t give a fuck about him and they wouldn’t even get dirt in exchange. Had he tried to explain that to the dude under him? Yes, yes he had. Was that man listening? No, obviously not.

Now where were the damn knights? They were fighting either other pirates or evacuating the civilians. There wasn’t many who could help him and the few who tried to follow them either lost track through dumb tricks or got attacked by others.

So Dream had tried it himself, but the man under him didn’t seem to care that he was kicking and punching around, just adjusting his hold on the man here and there. Dream looked over his shoulder, eyes widening when he saw the giant pirate ship floating in the air. Big cogs were turning and smoke was coming out of it and, shit, he recognized that ship.

It was The Syndicate, ship of one of the most well known pirate group that sailed through the air. He couldn’t get on that ship, he’d never escape from there! But all he could to was wiggle around more, bite the man but his teeth didn’t get through the thick clothes he wore. It was hopeless and when they arrived at the ship a ladder of rope was let down, the man held onto it and they were pulled up.

Now it was too late, when the man would let go now Dream would fall to his death and the man really didn’t want that. Did he kinda hated his life? Yeah! But he didn’t wanna end it! So his only choice now was to stay still and hope for the best. The best meaning that the rumours about the pirates would be wrong and they were actual nice people who simply wanted to safe him from his tyrant father.

Yeah. Sure. And unicorns are real and something like superheroes existed.

It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the main deck, immediately Dream was thrown on the ground, grunting at the impact. He looked around and crawled backwards against a wooden wall that forced him to stop. Within seconds he was surrounded by pirates, looking down at him with either disinterest or evil grins.

“Stay away from me!” Dream yelled, looking around in the hope of finding something to defend himself with. Or a way to run away and maybe hide from them, anything that would get him out of this vulnerable position.

“Now now, there’s no need for yellin’,” a deep and monotone voice spoke up from behind the mop of pirates. They parted like the red sea and revealed a tall wide man with pink hair, tied into a high braided tail, a beard hiding his muscular face. Red eyes were staring straight at Dream as he walked closer, a ruffled white blouse revealing some of his chest. “We’re all civilized men here.”

“Oi!” A young woman with pink hair spoke up, making Techno chuckled.

“Excuse me, men as in humans, ‘course.”

“Bullshit!” Dream spat out, finally standing up to stop the man from looking down on him. They were almost the same size, the other was just a little bit taller than him. Ignore that Dream wore slightly healed boots. “I know what kind of people the crew of The Syndicate are!”

“Oh, and what are we?” The pinket asked with an amused grin on his lips, one brow cocked.

“Filthy pirates who just take whatever they want without ever thinking of someone else!”

“Now, I wouldn’t call us filthy, the ship is quiet clean, probably the cleanest you will ever see, even.”

“I don’t care!” Dream screamed, ignoring that the man was right and it did look quiet clean. He stepped closer to the stranger with fire in his eyes. “Tell your damn captain Technoblade that it’s not worth kidnapping me! My father doesn’t care enough about me to give you anything in exchange for my life!”

Silence fell over the whole ship, the crew staring at Dream who was breathing heavily before they all started laughing loudly. Dream looked around in confusion, tears starting to well in his eyes out of frustration, but he couldn’t let them fall. He was too proud and they already didn’t take him serious, this would make it worse.

“What is so funny?!” He eventually demanded an answer, turning back to the pinket who wiped a tear away from his eyes with a gloved hand.

“May I introduce myself?” He said, the crew slowly calming down as the stranger took Dream’s hand and lightly bowed, the hand pressed to his lips. A soft kiss was placed on the back of the blond’s hand, who totally didn’t blush at the action, and the man with red eyes looked back up, grin now wider. “Name’s Technoblade and I am the captain of this beautiful ship and royal crew.”

Dream’s eyes widened at those words and he turned his head in the hope of people saying he was joking, but they were all just smirking at him. “That… that can’t be,” whispered Dream as he tried to step back and pull his hand free, but it was held tightly in Technoblade’s grip.

The man straightened back up and pulled Dream to his chest, his free arm wrapping around Dream’s waist. He leaned down and whispered in his ear. “And who said we’re ‘ere to gain somethin’ from your father?”

“What?!” Dream tried pulling away, this time successful as Techno let go of him. He almost fell back but could catch himself, staring at the man in front of him with wide eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“Let’s just say that someone else was ready to pay a fine price when we bring ya to him,” another man, he looked older with long blond hair, stepped up to Techno. His voice was calm and his gaze rather friendly and… sorry? “We’ll arrive at the meeting point in three days, you’ll stay with Captain Technoblade in the meantime.”

“Excuse me? You want me to stay with your captain?!” Dream squeaked out, glancing over at Technoblade.

“Philza meant just in my cabin,” Techno said, his hands on his hips now. “My bed is big ‘nough for the both of us and like that yer highness doesn’t have to stay in our brig, nice of me, ay?” Dream just scoffed at that, but the man was right, he had read about brigs and how dirty they were with nothing to sleep on. At least he wouldn’t be sore and could try finding a way to escape.

“Anyway!” Philza clapped his hands together, “welcome on The Syndicate prince Dream, enjoy the three days you have on this ship. Any allergies or anything our cook needs to know about before you’ll be brought to the cabin?” Dream just shook his head, glancing around as the group of pirates started to dissolve, all ready to do their usual jobs on the ship. “Great! Niki, would you show him the way?”

“Sure,” the woman from before said, stepping up to Dream with a gentle smile, “follow me, we got some clothes to change into there as it’s almost nighttime.” As they walked through a door that lead to a small corridor Dream felt the ship fly faster. The Syndicate was one of the tallest ship that existed, given all the engines that needed to get it to fly while transporting people, supplies, treasures and weapons.

While they walked Niki asked him if Dream had eaten anything that night and he answered with a yes. He wouldn’t receive any food then unless he wanted, he declined. Niki was a rather friendly woman, just like Philza was a rather nice man, considering they were pirates. When they arrived Niki opened the door and let Dream step in.

The cabin was big, filled with excessive decorations and furniture full with ornaments. One wall was just books and one was just windows, a small door leading to a balcony. Yeah, the ship was impressive and there was a reason why many thought it was just a legend, he had never seen anything like it before.

On his right side was a desk with a comfortable chair, papers like maps and documents sprawled over it and quill standing on it. A lamp was aimed at one of the papers and a wild handwriting was seen on it, probably from the captain. On his left was a big closet that probably was filled with expensive clothes and right next to it a giant bed, big enough for at least four people. There were curtains tied to the four poles on each of the bed’s corner, fluffy pillows filled it and on a corner lay a pile of folded clothes.

“Those are yours for the night,” Niki said, still smiling at Dream, funnily it made him feel okay, like everything was gonna work out. “Techno will give you something comfortable tomorrow as you will stay in the cabin for the whole trip, okay?” Dream just nodded and Niki let out a soft sigh. “Dream… Just enjoy the next three days as much as possible, okay?”

“...You seem to be rather decent Niki, why are you helping them by selling me away?” Dream asked with a pleading tone, hoping to appeal to the young woman's conscious to set him free.

But Niki just started to shake her head. “Sorry Dream, but Techno makes the deals here, I just try to trust him. But hey, maybe he’ll change the plan or something like that,” she shrugged lightly. “Now get ready for bed before the captain comes in here and get some sleep, alright? You’ll get some amazing breakfast in the morning, maybe not as nice as in your palace, but still really nice!”

And with those words she was gone, Dream heard her lock the door. He had hoped she would forget that, but nope, seemed like he was a prisoner now, one going to be exchanged for whatever the captain wanted.

With a deep sigh Dream changed into the clothes that had been laid out to him. It was a wide shirt to button close and an equally wide pants, both in an ivory color, matching perfectly. He huffed as he looked himself in a mirror next to the bed, the other side form the closet one. The he turned and walked up to the desk, trying to read the paper he had seen before.

It seemed to be some random list of supplies they’d need to get at some point and people the captain needed to talk to. Boring, so he decided to shuffle a bit around until he found something that seemed to be a contract or such? Before he was able to pull it out the door to the cabin opened again and Dream fast stepped back, trying to hide that he was snooping around.

“Now, lookin’ through private stuff isn’t very nice,” Techno said before locking the door again, hanging the key up above the door where Dream couldn’t reach. Maybe with a small jump he could, that would be his first try to escape.

“Do you know what else isn’t nice?” Dream asked with a sarcastic smile, making Techno snort as he started to take off his jacket. “Kidnapping someone to sell him off to some stranger just because you want some money, or whatever!”

“Now, who said I’d sell ya away for money?” Techno now pulled off his shirt, back turned to Dream. The blond blushed lightly at the muscular back of the man but shook his head to straighten his thoughts – something his father always had hoped he would do, ironically.

“For what else? You pirates are either after money or treasures or rum. Or, wait, let me guess,” Dream kept talking, now looking away when Techno took off his pants. Too bad that when Dream turned around he could see the man in the mirror. “There’s some weird myth and you need to find some way to proof it’s true and the man who wants to buy me has a way to proof it? Or a part of a map that brings you to it?”

At those words Techno laughed out loud, pulling pants on and then a buttoned shirt as well. Then he opened up his hair and stroked the knots out as best as possible. “Actually, ya were kinda close with the myth one. What I want, dear highness, is a book.” Techno walked up to his desk and seemed to pick up the paper Dream just had tried to read.

“A book? You can’t be serious,” Dream’s mouth was agape with those news, knowing he was worth just a book to this man was disheartening, it made him feel like there was no chance to escape this hell.

“Well, not jus’ any book,” Techno said before handing Dream the paper from before. It was indeed a contract, one he made with the person who wanted to buy the blond.

Dream read through it, frowning at some words. The fact his full name was used with his title and all was icky, even where he was from and who his father was. Every little detail was named. Unharmed, if possible at least, must be dressed well when handed over, too. Weirdo. “...in exchanged for the prince Captain Technoblade of The Syndicate would receive the… the revival book?!” The paper was smashed down against Dream’s thigh. “For a damn myth of some book that could bring people back to life you… you want to give me away?”

“Listen, there’s more reason than-”

“And to Schlatt?!” Dream screamed out, jumping up on his wobbly legs as he read the name. His eyes wide and legs trembling, his ears ringing. He knew Schlatt, his father knew Schlatt, the man was a disgusting person who lead a horrible kingdom in a horrible way. They had only met a couple of times, only during official events but Dream had always felt a bad vibe from the man. The way he had always eyed Dream had felt wrong, had felt wicked and just… Dream didn’t even wanna think about it.

“...Ya know him?” Techno asked with a cocked brow, seeing that Dream’s balance was losing out and he caught him. Dream breathed heavily, clutching the paper in his fist against his chest, trying to calm down. “Hey, hey it’s ‘kay,” Techno whispered, sitting down on the ground with the blond between his legs, back to chest. He rocked back and forth, one hand on top of Dream’s at his chest, the other at his forehead to pull his head back.

Eventually Dream started to mimic Techno’s breathing, moving back and forth slowly in a soothing manner. After a few minutes he had calmed down, the paper crumbled together and pushed away. “You good…?” Techno asked, voice careful against Dream’s ear.

“...you want to give me to Schlatt… I’ll never be good again…” Dream confessed, squinting his eyes together, lips in a straight line. He eventually got back up with the captain’s help and climbed on the bed.

“I didn’t know you two knew each other,” Techno said slowly, pciking the paper back up and trying to straighten it back out before placing it on his desk. “Thought he had read about ya or whatever and not, ya know, was a friend or whatever?”

“Not a friend, never a friend,” Dream spat out, ruffling through his hair in frustration. “That fucker, I only met him like... five times or so? I’m not even sure, but he had always given me bad vibes. The fact he is willing to go as far as wanting to buy me? Shit..”

Techno just stood there, biting his lip and probably not knowing what he was supposed to do. He moved forward and sat down next to Dream, looking at him, Dream felt his eyes on him. Red like blood, blood he’d probably soon spill once he was handed over to… Schlatt. God, he couldn’t believe this.

“...Dream, listen-”

“No,” Dream cut him off sharply, glaring at the way too tall man, “I don’t wanna hear it. Whatever it is, I don’t care what your little explanation is to do this. You’re ruining my life, probably ending it even when giving me to that monster like I’m some stature to buy off. Just, shut up and leave me alone.”

And with those last words he climbed up on the bed and under the blanket, as far away from the pirate as possible. His back was turned to Techno but he could still feel the stare piercing through him. After a few seconds a loud sigh came from Techno and the light turned off.

That night Dream didn’t sleep, he stayed awake form the fear of having nightmares of a man with black eyes and a goat beard. Of grabby hands reaching for him and gloved big ones pushing him towards them. Only when the first rays of sunshine started to rise did sleep take over, saving him from those fantasies which looked more like his future with every passing second.

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traitor - izuku midoriya

in which midoriya is kidnapped by none other than the ua traitor

warnings: HEY. YOU ARE LITERALLY A KIDNAPPER. YOU DRUGGED DEKU TWICE. enjoy

Deku opened his eyes, reaching to rub the grogginess from them before glancing down. His arms were tied to his sides, welts already forming from the tightness of the ropes. His eyes widened as he began to realize that he wasn't at home.

Quickly surveying his surroundings the pro-hero tried to find some sort of indicator on where he was. After no hints of his location or at least any helpful hints, he began to go through what he remembered from the night before.

He remembered returning home and eating dinner, not many clues there. He had gone to bed early, hoping that he wouldn't be so tired in the morning. He tried to think back farther but his mind was fuzzy, he was fully awake but the daze in his head never left.

He soon became aware of the presence in the room he had not before noticed. The figure sat in the shadows, their eyes seemingly glowing in the darkness. He squinted at the figure, trying to see if he could recognize who it was. They chuckled, stepping into the light with a devious, almost psychotic, smirk.

"Izuku Midoriya, Hero Name: Deku, Quirk: One For All." They spoke with ease, waltzing without care around the chair he'd been tied up in.

Izuku swallowed thickly, trying to get rid of the layer of dry cotton he could feel on his tongue. "Y/n, I never thought I'd see you again." he tried to smile and catch their gaze.

They glared at him. "Of course you didn't. No one ever wants to see the UA traitor. Not after they allowed the League of Villains in and killed a handful of students."

Izuku grimaced, remembering the funerals of the classmates who died in the attack that caused UA to close. Bakugo, Todoroki, Uraraka. All promising future pro-heroes but never able to achieve their goals before their untimely deaths.

"I still don't believe you killed them out of your own free will. Someone must've been controlling you, or forcing you, maybe even threatening you." He looked at his childhood friend with pleading eyes. Begging that they give him the answer he wanted.

But they didn't.

Catching Izuku's pleading eyes and returning it with a sneer. "It was you, Deku."

Deku inhaled sharply at the tone of their voice, bringing the hurtful meaning back to his Hero Name.

"It was always you." They sighed, pulling a nearby chair and straddling it so their arms rested on the top rung. The two were face to face now. Close enough to hear each other's breathing.

"I wanted to see you become a hero, I wanted to see you surpass All Might."

Izuku mumbled something incoherent, "Speak up, baby boy. I can't hear you when you mumble."

"Why?" The green-haired hero squeaked out.

"Why what?" Y/n looked at him with a confused glance. "You'll have to be more specific."

"Why did you kill them all?" Izuku shouted. The tears he held in for years escaped. "Why Bakugo? Why Todoroki? Why Uraraka?"

Y/n was taken aback but the sudden outburst. "Oh, sweet, ignorant Izuku. Well, they do say ignorance is bliss. You don't understand, do you? They had to go for you to achieve your dreams, and for me to achieve mine. From the day I met you I knew we had to be together. So I planned it all out. You couldn't succeed with Bakugo always bringing you down. You couldn't succeed at the risk of Todoroki finding out your quirk."

Izuku choked back a sob. "What about Uraraka?" He whispered out.

Y/n sneered at the mention of their former classmate. "I detested her from the moment you introduced me. She obviously had a crush on you, but Izuku," Y/n reached out to cup Izuku's face. A hurt look crossed their eyes when he defiantly turned away.

"We were meant for each other, and she would only ever get in the way of that."

Izuku began to sob loudly, his heart hurt and his vision was blurry.

"That's it, let it all out." Y/n smiled, their plan was coming along perfectly. They reached to a nearby table and grabbed a glass of water, sprinkling a translucent powder into the water.

"Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better."

Delirious from grief, Izuku nodded and drank the liquid. Smiling as it cleared his mind from the pain and grief. His vision became hazy, his tongue felt like a brick, his head heavy.

Y/n smiled. "You'll understand when you wake up. Sweet dreams, Deku."

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funny story: i wrote this when i was like 13 bc my bsf was obsessed with deku and i have a passionate hate for him <3

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Does it Matter? - Chapter 33 - Part 2

*Warning: Adult Content*   

"I would be free?" Bug asked.

"Hmm," the man on the floor confirmed.

"I could have done this earlier and saved us all this trouble but I didn't realise we actually cared."

"Hudson will be taking you," Brayan told Bug.

"Hudson, you're going to have to carry him. He's still too weak to walk on his own."

"Obviously," Hudson said.

"Can we go now?"

"Bug?" Brayan prompted.

"Is this what you want?"

Bug needed far more brainpower than he presently possessed to puzzle through this situation and how he felt about it but if this meant he could be free and importantly, not dead, he wasn't going to pass it up.

He nodded.

"I'll go."

"Okay."

Brayan lifted him up and gently passed him to Hudson.

Bug reached his shaky hand out and made grabby hands in Brayan's direction.

For a moment Brayan just looked confused and slightly uncomfortable and then Bug's meaning clicked and he went to untie the necklace from around his neck.

"Oh, right."

"Thank you," Bug said as Brayan tied it around his neck for him.

"I hope you find what you've been looking for."

"Okay, bye," Hudson said before Bug could find words to respond.

He gestured to the servant girl with a tilt of his head as he carried Bug towards the door.

Hudson got two steps outside the door when Bug's mind was suddenly torn away.

It felt like when visions were forced upon him but what filled his mind was images and sounds that flashed too quickly for him to grasp any one of them.

An overwhelming cacophony that left him disoriented and confused. He was sitting on the floor.

He was gripping his hair so tightly it hurt.

Brayan was crouched down in front of him.

This was the present.

"Bug?" Brayan prompted.

Bug gasped in a breath of air and met his eyes.

"What's happening?"

"I... I don't know. I think, maybe it doesn't want me to leave? It's just..." he drew in a shaky breath.

"Sounds and images flashing through my mind. I can't make sense of any of it."

Brayan placed his hands on either side of Bug's face and held his head still.

"Bug, listen to me. This is your life. You make your own decisions. It doesn't get to control you. If you want to leave, you leave. It doesn't get to bully you into staying. If it wants you to stay, it can convince you."

As Bug nodded his head, his mind pulled away again but he found himself still looking into Brayan's eyes.

Now, though, they were lit up by his smile and complemented by the bright blue sky behind him as wind danced through his blond hair.

They were standing just off a dirt path that wound its way through a mountain range, a familiar sight to just about any Eth who had ever been free.

"We have to go," was the first thing Bug heard as he was dropped back into his aching, exhausted body.

Brayan nodded and let go of Bug's face and Hudson started to lift Bug again.

Bug reached out his hands and grabbed Brayan's arm with all the strength he possessed, which was very little.

"No no no no," Bug said as Hudson began to pull him away.

"Please." Brayan placed his hand over Bug's.

"What? Did it show you something?"

Bug didn't know what to say.

He didn't know what the vision had meant but he wanted it.

He wanted to be home and he wanted Brayan to be there and he wanted him to smile at him like that but he couldn't just tell Brayan that.

Maybe if he could have shown him that moment, expressed the feeling that had hung between them but there was no way he could get that across with mere words.

He stayed silent but he held on.

He wasn't letting go.

"What did it show you?" Brayan asked.

Bug shook his head and leaned himself towards Brayan, pulling himself closer with the grip he had on Brayan's arm.

"Give him to me," Brayan said after a moment of hesitation.

"We said we'd let him decide. If this is his choice..."

"He'll be killed," Hudson said but he did pass Bug to Brayan.

"Bug, trust me. I can get you somewhere safe."

Bug shook his head and wrapped his arms around Brayan.

He wanted more than just safe.

He wanted what the visions had promised.

"Well, I tried," Hudson said.

"Maya, c'mon."

As Hudson left with the girl and Brayan carried Bug back into the room.

"What happened?" the prince asked.

"I don't know," Brayan said.

"The force that's been controlling him bombarded him in an effort to stop him leaving but then I think it showed him something. I don't know if it found something to tempt him with or something to scare him, but either way he won't say what it was and he's suddenly adamant he doesn't want to leave."

"I just hope it's on his side," the prince said.

"Hmm," Brayan agreed.

"Me too."