#only stopping when he was fully done and left

[slxttybrbie]

"say you're mine | zayne from lads

cw: smut mdni, eat out, restrained hands, overstim, praise

Zayne had you spread out on the bed like a gift—wrists tied gently with his silk tie, the cool fabric looped around the headboard. Soft, secure, teasing. Just enough restraint to make your stomach flutter.

His fingers were slow. Torturously slow.

You squirmed under him, thighs trembling, lips parted as you panted through your frustration. He was still fully clothed—white shirt open at the chest, sleeves rolled back, hair tousled from where your hands had tugged it before he tied you up.

“Zayne,” you breathed, hips shifting toward his hand. “Please—”

He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, smiling against your skin. “Patience.”

You wanted to curse at him. Or maybe just cry. You’d already come once tonight—earlier, when his mouth had been between your thighs and his fingers were coaxing out every little gasp he could. But instead of fucking you like you knew he wanted to, he’d just smirked and whispered, “Not yet. I want to take my time tonight.”

Now he was proving it.

“You're beautiful like this,” he murmured, dragging two fingers through your slick folds. “Soft. Needy. So responsive…”

He pressed one finger inside, slow and smooth, then added a second. The stretch wasn’t much, but it was enough to make your back arch.

“Z-Zayne, please, I need—”

“You’ll get what you need,” he said, thumb circling your clit with maddening precision. “But you’ll take what I give you first.”

He curled his fingers just right, brushing against the spot that made your vision blur.

“God—Zayne—!”

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and warm. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

You did. Hard. Hips jerking, breath stuttering, the silk around your wrists tightening slightly as you instinctively pulled against it. His fingers didn’t stop until you whined—overstimulated and gasping.

But then… he pulled away.

You blinked up at him, dazed. “W-What—”

Zayne was undressing now. Slowly. His shirt came off first, revealing the toned chest you’d licked your way down a dozen times. Then the belt. The pants. His eyes never left yours.

“I’m not done with you,” he said softly, kicking off his boxers. “You can take more, can’t you?”

You nodded quickly, breath catching at the sight of him hard and thick and already leaking for you.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Please. I want you, Zayne.”

The silk restraints were undone with a flick of his wrist, and before you could even stretch your arms out, he was over you, one hand tilting your chin so your eyes locked.

“No hiding,” he whispered. “I want to watch you fall apart.”

You whimpered as he lined himself up, sliding in with one deep, slow thrust that punched the air from your lungs.

“Z-Zayne—!”

“Shh…” he cooed, holding your hips still. “You feel so good. Just relax for me.”

It was impossible not to. His pace was gentle, but deep—each stroke deliberate, hips grinding against yours, his mouth pressing kisses over your face and neck.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered. “So tight, so warm… every part of you, made for me.”

Your fingers dug into his back as you clung to him, head tilted back, moaning helplessly. He caught your mouth in a kiss, slow and deep, tongue sliding against yours in rhythm with his thrusts.

“I’ve got you,” he said, brushing your hair back. “You’re safe with me.”

You were shaking again, another orgasm building fast from the friction, the emotion, the way he was watching you like you were divine.

“Zayne—I’m—”

“Good girl,” he said, picking up the pace just slightly. “Come for me again. Let me feel it.”

You shattered around him, crying out his name, body clenching hard. This time, he followed with a low groan, fucking you through your orgasm before stilling deep inside you.

For a moment, the only sounds were your breathing and the soft brush of his lips against your cheek.

Then his voice, low and reverent:

“You’re mine.”

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[M.list]

[somebodyssherlock-heterodyne]

So this got too long for tags:

I feel like Hal tries to stay human outside his lessons about the ring, and Abin Sur encourages this because he'd really like Hal to be a fully developed adult before he goes around fighting cosmic bullshit. So Hal grows up with Martin Jordan's absence and Abin Sur's presence (grows up with the echo of a father that let death stop him and the voice of the one that fought death tooth and nail for Hal, before he even knew his name). I think Carol probably finds out at some point while they're growing up. (I think there are probably times during another boring/infuriating day in life as a business heiress that she is seethingly jealous, but that there are also times they bond over both their paths being set before them without much input on their parts).

I feel like Hal joins the Air Force because it's his last chance for a connection to his first father, and also that Abin Sur is strongly against this course of action. They've fought before, but Hal always showed up and Abin Sur always came back and sometimes they talked about it and sometimes they just let it blow over.

Not this time. This is their first BIG fight. And Hal runs off to join the military where he's never afforded any real privacy, so even if Abin Sur wanted to show up, he couldn't. For a while it's a nice, petty way to get back at him- for a while it feels like breaking free of the green path he got put on, you know?

Until he realizes that the US military kind of sucks and all he's done was trade one place he felt trapped in for another place he feels even more trapped in. Until he realizes that he chose Martin Jordan's echo which is incapable of caring over Abin Sur's presence who cares so much he stuck around even though he was DEAD. I think it'd be so crunchy if Hal got dishonorably discharged over the ring- he can't wear it, so he keeps it on his dog tags, and his CO doesn't even know what it is, doesn't know that it's anything, just knows Hal is too loose a cannon for military taste and the ring could be leveraged to bring him to heel.

Hal doesn't even let them get a good look at it, and during the whole incident ends up screaming "THIS RING BELONGED TO MY FATHER-" and he doesn't even know it until he says it, but it's true. He gets kicked out for his refusal to let anyone take his only piece of Abin Sur, and it feels like the right choice. Possibly the first right choice he's ever made for himself.

His privacy returns and Abin Sur returns with it. The reunion hits right in the feels. Abin Sur has been quietly prepping Hal for the very real possibility that he'll have to take on the Guardians one day, and he starts really finalizing that. Eventually he realizes that he's got nothing left to teach Hal.

Hal says "but you'll still come back, right? Even if it's less often, you'll still come back. You won't just leave me."

And I think Abin Sur tries his damndest not to, but that he knows it's all borrowed time now. The hourglass has had a hole in it this entire time, and he's out of ways to get more sand.

Oa considers him MIA, likely dead, and quite possibly that his ring was destroyed. Sinestro, loyal as he is, has been looking for him anyway. Abin Sur allows himself to be found.

Hal and Sinestro hate each other on sight. Hal's a cocky little shit, Sinestro is a perpetually composed planner, and both of them have very particular neuroses about Abin Sur. This is very inconvenient because these two are the best Draw Four cards he can play against the Guardians. The Indigo tribe is still Plan B but if these two ever manage to spend five minutes in the same room without arguing they can just overthrow the Guardians and lead the Corps themselves.

Abin Sur runs out of time. Hal and Sin are both absolutely devastated when they have to say goodbye. Sin is better at hiding it. He looks at this human- this infuriating human who's incomparable will is going to make him the greatest Lantern ever seen- and only really sees him now, in the moment he says goodbye to the only father he actually knew.

Hal loses everything all over again. At least this time he got to say goodbye.

He and Sinestro end up bonding over Abin Sur on the trip to Oa, trading stories. They can only get along like he wanted them to now that he's not here to see it.

They get to Oa, and the dominoes that took eons to line up finally start to fall.

what if AU where abin sur crash lands on earth right after hal’s dad dies and “learns no fear,” and when dying abin sur tells his ring to find the earthling with no fear and he sees a child, he’s like oh shit oh no what the fuck, and every day he has to muster up the willpower from Emerald Space to form a ghost form to mentor an 11yo grieving wild child who he accidentally stuck with the greatest weapon in the universe

[joelmillerssugarbaby24]

Joel’s Girl- Part 3

Things heat up between you and Joel. ;)

Chapter 3- Teasing

Things have been weird since the bath incident two days ago. Joel has been more reserved, more quick to leave when he brings food. The doctor is coming today to check on your injury and you’re assuming Joel will be there as well and the thought makes you nervous. Your attraction to him has only grown to the point where even being in his vicinity is enough to flood your panties.

Your hands itch to touch him. To tease him and have him under your control. To see what he sounds like when he moans as he comes unraveled, to see his face when he drops all pretense. You want him to see you how a man sees a woman. You want him beneath you, on top of you all day every day and it’s becoming too much to bear. You’re silently counting down the days until you’re healed enough to leave so you can escape this constant agony. You have no choice but to grin and bear it for now.

It was late morning when the doctor visited. Joel was trailing after her and you jolted when you saw him. You had been sketching and the movement caused all your pages to scatter to the floor.

“Ughhhh” you moaned “I’m so sorry.” The doctor made a shooing motion and Joel quickly began to gather them one by one. Joel miller on his knees, gathering your sketches so delicately warmed something inside you and you suppressed the urge to smile. He knelt and handed them to you. Your lips turned up and you brushed his fingers when you took them, the action causing Joel to stiffen.

“Thank you, Joel” you said in your sweetest voice. He grunted and returned to stand near the doctor.

“Hello, my name is Ginny Prentiss. I’m the local doctor here- the only local doctor- so that’s why it’s taken me so long to visit. So sorry about that-Lets take a look at that leg, shall we?”

She motioned to your legs and you nodded before she turned up the blankets to your thighs. You shivered at the air on your bare legs and chanced a glance at Joel. His gaze was fixed on your bare skin. You shivered again but not from the cold.

Ginny reached out and gingerly began to unwrap the gauze around your lower leg. You hissed.

“It’s all right, honey we’re almost done.” Ginny cooed before baring your wound completely. You glanced down at it, surprised by how fast it was healing.

“Very nice. It seems to be healing up nicely. Now would be a good time to start testing your weight on it. Don’t push yourself too hard now. A little bit each day. One step, then two- that kind of thing.”

You nodded again. “That’s good timing. I’m starting to go a little stir crazy.”

Ginny chuckled and shook her head before lowering the blanket again. “I can imagine. We’ll make an appointment for say- next Wednesday and monitor your progress. Do you have any questions for me?”

You shook your head and smiled. “No, thank you. And I really appreciate you taking the time to come by.”

Ginny smiled. “Not at all. I’m just glad you’re okay. Welcome to Jackson! And I’ll see you next week.”

She turned to Joel and nodded once before they both left. You sunk into the blankets, breathing through your nose. Finally. Independence. Just a few more days and you’re out of here. You could go to the bathroom and bathe and cook by yourself and you wouldn’t feel like such a burden. You should be overjoyed. And yet….

You loved living with Joel. You loved watching him sit beside you and chatting his ear off about your day. You loved his face and his voice and his cooking. You didn’t want that to stop.

Joel poked his head in, interrupting your thoughts.

“Hey kiddo. Can I come in?”

You nod and he enters fully. He’s in a white t shirt and jeans today, a holster and gun slung low on his hips. He looks so…. Delicious. Divine. You clench your fist as your thoughts started to derail.

“Hi, Joel.”

“Hi, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”

You crossed your arms and tilted your head.

“I feel ready to get off my ass and take care of you for once.”

“Now enough of that.” He says with a grin as he plops down in the chair by your bed.

“No really. You’d be surprised how much I can help.”

Your cheeks immediately redden when you realize what you just implied. A slow, lazy grin spreads across his handsome face as he notices your blush.

“Well I just mean, I uh I cook and i clean and hunt and Im actually really good at lots of things like that…”

He hums, amused. He seems content just watching you with those piercing chocolate eyes. You notice his face is void of its usual scowl. His lips are curved upward ever so slightly, and his head tilts to the side. His arms are crossed across his chest, those damned legs in their usual man spread. You flick your gaze over him and back to his face.

“Whatever. Anyway I’ll be happy to not be a burden is what I mean.”

“You ain’t a burden, darlin. A pain in the ass? Yes. But not a burden.”

You roll our eyes and shove him playfully.

“Oh I forgot.” He says as he reaches into his shirt pocket. Much to your surprise and delight, he pulls out a simple gold chain with a heart shaped locket delicately resting in his palm. You shriek, eyes widening and lean closer to see.

“Joel!”

“All right enough of that. It was no big deal I just saw it while we were out patrollin and figured you’d like it cause it was, you know… girly or whatever.”

You gingerly took it from him and held it up to your face. It was beautiful. Simple and so you. You looked at Joel then with such admiration that he blushed, his eyes darting down to the floor. Then, overcome with an emotion you couldn’t explain, you leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, lingering near his face. You heard his sharp intake of breath and you cheered inwardly. He wanted you too. You could sense it in the way he tensed up. Like he was holding himself back. He inhaled deeply, as if he was smelling you.

“Thank you so much Joel. No one’s ever done something like that for me.” You breathe before settling back into your bed and continuing to gaze at the necklace in your palm, unexpected tears pricking your eyes.

He huffs, waving a hand, his cheeks red to the hairline. You giggled, suddenly overcome with the desire for him to touch you.

“Can you help me put it on?”

He nods and stands- gingerly taking the necklace from your fingers. You lift your hair at the nape so he can see the clasp better. He draws the necklace delicately around your neck, brushing your skin with his fingers. He clasps it but doesnt move his hands. Just stands there, fingers ghosting your skin. You shiver when his fingers trail across your shoulder, back and forth. He does this for just a moment- time seemingly frozen around you before abruptly stopping and stepping beside you again. He clears his throat.

“Im glad you like it.” He says before turning and leaving the room.

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Later

Everything is dark. Someone is here. You can hear the crawling in the dark. Tapping. Tap tap tap

You’re frozen in place seized with terror. You can’t move.

There’s a clicker in your room. Crouching in the corner and making its way towards you. You open your mouth in a silent scream as he launches himself onto the bed.

You wake abruptly to someone’s voice. Someone touching you. It takes you a moment to register that it’s Joel. You had a nightmare.

You look around, terror still lingering in your chest. You find Joel sitting on the bed next to you stroking your hair. Without thinking, you close the gap and hug him tightly, not caring about the consequences, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala and burying your face in the crook of his neck. He smells clean- like the woods after a heavy rain. You breathe in deep, nestling your nose in further.

He jumps surprised, as his whole body goes stiff as if he’s unaware how to react. But eventually, after what feels like an eternity, one of his big hands cups the back of your head while the other one rubs your back in soft circles.

“All right honey, it’s all right. S just a dream. You’re all right”

he coos so sweetly you cant believe its really your Joel. Were you still dreaming?

You pull back and look at him. Really look at him. His eyes search yours. Theyre brown usually but now they’re black as he watches you, his pupils dilated fully. You bring a hand up to his face, cupping his chin and running your finger along his full lower lip. You love his lips. Always pouting, practically begging to be kissed. The air was so full of static you were scared to move. To scare Joel away. Slowly- so slowly- you slide further into his lap. His legs spread automatically- welcoming you. Then, you lean forward and you kiss him.

You kiss Joel miller.

His lips are soft and tender. Decadent. He freezes again. But only for a second before his hands close around your waist tightly. He squeezes and kisses you back, gently. Romantically. Slowly. Like he has all the time in the world. His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring you. Tasting you. He moans then and you think it might be the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. You can feel him hardening beneath you and you can’t help but use this angle to grind on him slowly and deliberately. His breath catches and he growls deep in his throat. His grip is tight-bruising- and his tongue dives deeper, his hands running up and down your waist and hips as you let out a small moan. The sound is dark and sensual. That came from you?

“That’s it baby. Let me hear you.”

You whimper at his words, kissing him harder, hands spearing through his thick hair. He moans again when you pull the strands and slides his hand under your shirt to cup your breasts.

“Fuck. S-so soft fuck.”

He groans touching you everywhere, kissing the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Sucking and leaving marks. Kneading your ass with his big hands.

“Wait.” He said as you kiss his neck, his chest, his lips.

“Wait!” He utters harshly gripping your wrists.

You stare at him, your lips plump and bruised, your pupils blown wide with lust, your hair now pulled free from its band and flowing around your shoulders.

“What?”

“We… we can’t do this.” He runs a hand through his hair.

“It ain’t right”

You kiss his cheek. His eyebrow. His neck.

“Why?” You ask against his throat.

He moans, his control slipping again.

“You’re t-too -damn it stop that- F-Fuck. You’re too y-young.”

He protests while you attack him with soft kisses and touches.

“Mmm not too young” you say as you pull him down on top of you. He cages you with his arms, kissing you back despite his words.

“Yes.” He says against your lips.

“Too fucking young.”

He growls again, a masculine gravelly sound and stands abruptly, adjusts himself, runs his hands through his hair. He looks so beautiful it breaks your heart to watch him.

“Joel. Please.” You beg, not caring how desperate you sound.

“Go to sleep baby.” He says quietly before turning and walking to the door.

He turns around one more time to rake his eyes down your body, and you perk up thinking he’s changing his mind. But your stomach sinks when he only tightens his hand on the doorknob hesitating, as if he’s at war with himself. Then after a beat he straights up and leaves, closing the door softly behind him. You stare at it.

What the fuck.

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AHHHHHHH THEY KISSED!!! What do you guys think of this chapter??? I had so much fun writing it. Love you all!!!

[stalkersamsrptumbler]

RTV. Perspective

RTV AU created by the wonderful @4thwallbreakerdraws2 When RTV opened his eyes, the familiar sight of the overpass greeted him, a long sigh left him as he approached the railing. “You sound especially tired…Have your workers done something particular to cause such a reaction?” The silhouette questioned, monotone voice never wavering. The TV shook his head as he looked out over the rails “No, I'm just growing TIRED of this view, it begins to grow dull after a certain point AFTER a while…” He ranted, looking down to the silhouette. This seemed to gve the silhouette pause as they looked up at RTV, the glitched covering their face shifting for a moment before they spoke. “Then change it.” That gave RTV himself pause before he asked what exactly they meant. “Do not forget this is your subconscious, I believe you said this once, ‘ Your head, your rules’? If you believe as such, then what is to stop you from  changing the scenery? We are not physically at the overpass…I am surprised you did not come to the conclusion that you could change where we were, did you forget this was your subconscious?" A beat of silence passed over the two as RTV let the words fully settle. “Ah right, I suppose we COULD change location to something…less gloomy.” before shutting his eyes. They…weren't incorrect about what they had said in the slightest… After focusing for a moment, RTV opened his eyes and found himself back in his office. For a moment he simply assumed he had woken up but that was quickly disproven when the SIlhouette appeared beside him, picking up one of his pens. “Hm, I am surprised you have allowed me into your office. Am I to take this as I have gained a sliver of trust from you?” The Silhouette questioned, turning the pen over in her hand. RTV rolled his eyes however, standing from his chair. “Don’t get cocky, EVERYONE can enter my office at any time. Though it’s always a question if I will be in a good mood.” He huffed, taking the pen and setting it back where it had been placed. Glancing back to where the silhouette once stood, only to find them gone. Quickly shifting his gaze around the room, he stopped once he saw them sitting in his chair, legs crossed and spinning away. A huff left him as he rolled his eyes. “You look CHILDISH I hope you are aware.” The silhouette seemed unfazed as the hair slowly came to a stop. “We have been at the overpass countless times now and I have not yet been to this area. Can you blame me for finding this entertaining?” They questioned, RTV only crossed his arms “ I WILL blame you the second you begin searching through my office.” He responded, but the Silhouette simply seemed unfazed as she began to spin once more. “That is understandable, you are still entitled to your privacy. I will not go looking through what I am not told specifically to look through.” This continued for some time, the two speaking on whatever problem bothered RTV and Silhouette either agreeing with what he had to say or giving another perspective to whatever eckerd him so deeply. 

[yume127]

Headcanon that, when Roxas and Ven get in trouble together, nine times out of ten it was Ven who convinced Roxas to do something they weren’t supposed to, but all their friends think it’s the other way around.

[genderfluid-druid]

Hmm.

[inbabylontheywept]

she was dead silent on the drive home, but that was okay. sometimes, after band practice, she was just out of words. it was a short drive to her house. the only part where it actually felt weird was after i pulled up her parent’s driveway. 

after that, the silence stretched so far it smeared and left a weird residue. she kept looking at the car door like she wanted to leave, so i looked at the door too, then she looked at me, and i looked at her, and my first thought was that she was going to tell me that the door was stuck. i was used to that car always doing some damn thing. it was the car me and all my siblings had learned to drive in, and it was really beat to hell. there were dents all over the body, which we’d unsuccessfully tried fixing up with spackle. it had looked nice for maybe a week, but then the sun wrecked it - the spackle cracked up like the mud on the bottom of a dry riverbed and turned a sort of off yellow-white that made the car looked like it had been molded out of chicken shit. it also had a bullet hole it through the cabin that whistled like a toothless old man whenever the car went above 40, so loud it could drown out the radio, and a cabin that smelled so strongly of bugspray that even the arizona summer we drove everywhere we could with the windows down.

(if you have kids one day, you will maybe, possibly, begin to understand how much i loved that car.)

anyway, i was thinking about what else could possibly be wrong with the chickenshitmobile, and she just kept looking at me, and then i wondered if there was something on my face, and she just kept looking at me, and then the penny dropped and i realized she was trying to work up the nerve to break up with me. 

now, i’d seen her work up the nerve to do things like this before – it could take quite a while. and knowing it was about to happen made the waiting immediately unbearable. 

so i said hey. 

and she looked at me, very startled, and said hey back real small. like she’d been caught. and in a way, i suppose she had. 

and i said it’s okay. you can just say it. i’ll be okay.

i’m always okay. 

and she said: i’m really sorry. 

i loved her, you know? it was highschool, but teenagers are capable of love. the way people love changes over time just as much as the way they stand, or the way they talk, but things don’t stop existing just because they're different. opposite really – a thing only stops changing when it's fully gone.

and i said, nothing to be sorry for, and i meant it. she looked a little relived, and i was happy to give her that peace. then she left. i watched her make it through the front door, because that was just habit at that point, and then i sat there a while afterwards, checking how i felt. and the answer was not good, but good enough to make it home. good enough to limp on. 

so i put my car in reverse, took my last look goodbye, and immediately backed into her neighbor’s car. 

crunch. 

air bags didn't go off, which was good. i left a decent dent in the bumper of the other car. genuinely couldn’t tell if i did anything to my car – anything wrong with it just kind of blended together into the general ecosystem of hand mottled, sun cracked, chickenshit spackle. 

i checked my glove box, and my car insurance info was, of course, out of date. my phone was dead too. as a teenager, my phone was less my lifeline to my friends, and more my tether to my parents, so i wasn’t particularly conscious of keeping it charged. both my fault.

i sat there a few minutes, trying to think of the best way to handle things, and there was only one answer i could think of, and i hated that answer, so i spent a few more minutes trying and failing to think of a better one, and then a few more coming to peace with what had to be done. 

then i went back to knock on my now ex’s front door. 

her dad opened, which i was very relieved over, even if he seemed less than thrilled. he looked me over, and in a firm, but slightly apologetic way said: she does not want to see you right now. 

(i think he assumed i was going to try and talk her out of the break up?)

and i said not here for her. i just backed into your neighbor’s car, and i need to call my dad, but my phone’s dead. could i borrow yours?

and he looked at me, then back at his neighbors car, which sure enough was dented, then he looked at the chickenshitmobile, and if there was something wrong with it, it just kind of blended into the general Wrongness of the car, then back to me, and i could see him imagining the last ten minutes from my pov: getting broken up with, backing into a car, having to walk up to your exes door and borrow a phone, calling my dad to tell him that i just reversed into someone.  

and his expression shifted from stern and apologetic to truly sad, which felt more kind that i deserved. things only got here because i kept fucking up - forgot to look behind me, forgot to replace the insurance forms, forgot to charge my phone. it was my mess, but his sympathy meant the world to me. i probably would’ve cried if he said sorry, or patted me on the back or called me sport, but instead he said

stay out here – i’ll bring you a phone.

and then he left.  

i found a nice spot on the lawn in the shade under a sycamore, then settled into his grass.i was trying not to freak out, and was doing an okay job. he came out a minute or so later, not just with a phone, but a juicebox and a jar of green olives, which really threw a wrench in the whole try not to cry thing. soon as i saw those, a few tears squoze out. i was still hoping i could pass them off as Manly Tears but then he told me that he’d gotten the olives a few weeks before and had been meaning to hand them off to me, and that this was his last chance for that. then i made a sound like a horse drowning in a bog, and he patted my back pretty rough, four solid thumps, like he wasn't sure if i was crying or choking on an olive, and was trying to cover both bases at once.

then he went back inside, and i made a few more bog horse noises while finishing off the rest of the entire jar of green olives, and then i called my dad.

he was about ten minutes away that day, and luckily was home. he drove over, and we went to the neighbor’s house, and from there things actually went quite nice. the neighbor was a retired man who actually said he could fix the dent himself, no need for insurance. he said he appreciated that i didn't just drive off, and i said i was really sorry about his car, and he said he was really sorry about my car, and then he gestured to the chickenshitmobile and i laughed because it really was a disaster on wheels.

then we left.

i thought we were going to head straight home, but instead we went to a gas station, and we both got several slim jims that we folded into thick enough coils that we could put them on a hotdog bun because the growing up mormon equivalent of having a sad brewski with your dad is just choosing to make bad decisions sober. then he took me to the canals and we watched the sun turn all orange and pink, and he looked over at me and said:

brains are good at remembering bad days. so you gotta make sure that a bad day has a good part in it, so you can remember that too. remember that when you have a kid. try to do a good job on days like that - they're going to be a big part of how they remember you.

and then he gave me a big hug and said he was never going to eat another slim jim again.

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the year after that i went to college, which kicked my butt in new and exciting ways. and on a lot of those bad days, after a test that went sour, or a faux paus that was particularly embarrassing, or some other hardship of my new adult life, i’d stop by the gas station and pick up leathery, half jerkied hotdog before heading to the canals to watch the sun set. i’d take a bite and imagine my dad next to me, grimacing through the slim-jim wad, asking what good thing i was going use that time to remember. 

and in my head, i’d say you, dad. 

i’m going to remember you.

[kenmaspuddinghair]

Honorably discharged partially disabled Simon, who swears he is perfectly fine and capable of doing everything himself. But it doesn’t really matter what he thinks says because Price sees differently. He sees the way Simon’s hands shake and how he’s started fidgeting when he’s never done that in the past, he can see Simon’s right side, the side that was crushed under rubble during an attack, he sees it shake and almost falter every time Simon puts even a little bit to much weight on it, but what worry’s Price the most is when Simon zones out and stops paying attention to his surroundings or whatever he’s doing. Not to mention now Simon has to go back and live in civilization, when all he’s known is military life since he was still a teen.

So although Simon claims he’s fine, Price gets him live-in-help, you. You’ve been with him the past week and although he rarely talks you’ve learned a few things. The blinds always need to be fully open unless he’s sleeping, he needs to be able to see what’s happening but it’ll keep him up when he’s trying to sleep, so they close at night. He gets very tense when he can’t see your hands, it hurts you a little to know he doesn’t trust you but you understand. He can't cook at all, unless you prepare food for him he’ll only eat a prepackaged dinner nothing else, of course that isn't healthy so you've started fixing him both breakfast and lunch which he accepts with a grunt but he doesn’t eat till you’ve started. He never takes off his mask around you unless he's eating and even still only up to his nose. Lastly you've noticed something always sparked in his eyes when you called him Simon, you haven't been able to figure out what it is so instead of risking offending him or something, you've stuck to calling him Ghost.

Price chose you for two reasons, you were quite, something he thought Simon would like, he was very wrong. It’s probably the oddest thing about him, he doesn’t like when you're super quiet you've learned it cause he doesn’t know where you are or what you’re planning the other reason is Price hired you is because you were a military nurse for quite a bit so you would always be there for Simon. This was something Simon actually did like it meant he didn’t have to leave his flat just to see a doctor, what he didn’t think about though was the cut and bruise on his face that he would have to remove his balaclava for.

“Okay Ghost” you paused not sure how he would react to having to take his mask off “I-i need you to remove your mask for me please” almost immediately he grunted out a why “because you have a cut and bruise on your face and I need to make sure it’s healing properly” Simon stilled completely for a few seconds before he slowly pulled the balaclava completely off. You took a second looking over his entire face before you brought your hand up inspecting the area “your bruise is completely gone” you whispered slightly surprised it had only been a week, you went to write it down but the moment your hand left his face he spoke up “it’s still ere, jus can’t see it” carefully your brought you hand back to his face to carefully push on his check “does that hurt” “bit” was all he grunted out, you hummed to yourself as you removed your hand and started writing, but had you been looking at him you would have seen the almost pout gracing his face.

Once you finally looked back up, placing your hand on his face “okay let’s finish this quickly” you say looking over his scar “I know I’m not that pretty but you ain’t gotta rush” he said in the quietest voice. You looked up into his eyes quickly only to find them looking back at you with what you could only describe as curiosity mixed with need “Gh-Simon that’s not what I meant, your very beautiful I just thought you wouldn't want me touching or looking at your face any more since you always hide it behind that mask” he never replied to you, just kept staring with that look in his eyes. Finally you peeled your eyes away, finished writing whatever you needed to in your book then you got up and walked away “I’m gonna fix us some lunch, okay Simon?” you called from in the kitchen already, and that’s when Simon managed to place the feeling he had been having every time he saw you. He liked you, he had a crush, a crush! “Simon?” You called again “yeah okay” he called back, he wasn’t gonna fuck this up, not when he thinks he might have found a new purpose in life.

pt 2 here

[gay-dorito-dust]

How’d they react to you calling them bro or dude whilst in a pre-established relationship…(platonic/romantic)

Dick: he’s insulted.

Gutted.

He will try to give you the silent treatment for such a shameful thing but ultimately fails as he ends up being the one pawing at you for attention.

‘Do you still like me? Or did you just run out of cute nicknames to call me?’ He’d say one night as your both cuddling in bed together. ‘If it’s the later then I can help you find something, just please spare me and don’t call me dude or bro anymore.’

He’d rather you call him Richard-wait, no he hates that even more because to him you’re not meant to use his fully name, only cutesy nicknames that’d make a grown man sick to his stomach. Nothing else would suffice other than Dickie bird, handsome, babe, hunk, honeybun or anything that wasn’t his name.

He’s go mad or would act delusional and say that everything was fine when everyone could tell that it wasn’t. People who know him have personally came to you and begged you to stop calling him dude/bro because he kept talking their ears off about how his beloved partner is torturing him, which ends up torturing them even more upon hearing about his relationship issues.

Dick would even consult Hayley on what he did wrong, only for Hayley to look at him with those big, big eyes of hers. This was not her level of expertise unfortunately. (Head empty, no thoughts. She can’t do her abc’s guys it’s a real tragedy.)

Jason: ‘I just had my tongue down your throat just now and you had to go and ruin the mood by calling me bro. What the fuck.’ - Jason at some point.

It’s a whole mood killer for him to be honest.

He’s calling you things like chipmunk or sweetheart but here you were calling him dude and bro. He knows for a fact that he’s well and truly out of the friend zone because the shit you’ve done together isn’t platonic in any sort of way.

Thinks Roy had set you up to call him dude or bro behind his back. (He hasn’t)

Jason is petty and will get his own back by referring you as ‘just a really good friend’, ‘buddy o’ mine’ or even worse than both of those; ‘chum.’ 💀

When you go low, Jason was more then willing to go to the depths of fucking hell to the point it had become a game to see who’d call out just how stupid this all was, and at the both of you for ever thinking that this was an excellent idea in the first place.

You’ll probs get punished…I’m just going to leave it there and let your minds guess what that ‘punishment’ was exactly.

Damian:

As much as Damian hates it when you call him Dami, he hates it when you call him dude or bro even more, if that’s even possible.

Damian hates it when you call him dude or bro. He’s not your dude or bro, he’s your partner and he expects no less then darling, my heart or my beloved.

So you calling him dude or bro is more than enough reason for him to give you the silent treatment.

‘Until you learn that I am your partner, I won’t want to be anywhere near you if you’re going to keep calling me your bro or dude. It is a disservice to who I actually am to you.’ He says with a huff and beckons Titus to follow, only for the Great Dane to be left confused as to why his human parents were at a disagreement over something silly.

Also Titus, Ace, Jerry, Alfred the cat, Goliath and BatCow are children of divorce because I said so.

So it’s bests that you apologise while you still can because Damian can hold a grudge unlike any other. Even if you didn’t, you’d still crack first before Damian and quickly put an end to calling him dude/bro.

He just thinks being called a dude/bro when in a pre-established relationship is an insult.

He can take a joke but not when it’s aimed at his relationship. He’s well and truly devoted to his relationship -if we’re to completely ignore the whole being Robin thing- that it might as well be an insult towards him too at this point.

[alpali]

Atsumu talks big and a lot.

Acts all cocky and prideful. And hell it’s infuriating because he can back up everything he says.

But the moment you’re on your knees in front of him, sucking him so good.

He’s crying.

The pro setter of the Black Jackals, the heart throb, all whiny and crumbling the minute your lips meet the tip of his cock.

“I told ya s-stop teasin’ me.” He huffs.

Most think he’d be the one to dominate you and sometimes he does. But not when he’s in this position. His brain is complete mush and he’s panting like a dog. The moment he even tries to buck his hips you’re pulling off of him.

“Baby please! ‘M sorry, I’ll stop.” He whines desperately. He acts like a toddler throwing a tantrum all because you’re not letting him finish just yet.

“Will you ‘sumu?” He nods his head frantically.

“Promise!” He practically yells.

So you oblige, wrapping your small hand on his thick cock, licking the vein that goes straight to his tip. He draws out a breathy moan that almost sounds like a sigh of relief. His lip is pulled between his teeth, his eyes already welling up with tears.

“Love ya s’much.” He whimpers, his hands gently raking through your hair.

His head is thrown back when you take him in your warm mouth all the way until he hits the back of your throat. Yet right when he’s so close to seeing white, your mouth is gone and your hand is the only thing left.

And he cries.

His chest heaves as the tears fall down his cheeks. He’s babbling nonsense at this point, the only thing spurring through his body is the need to cum.

“Why!” He drawls out, thick fat tears falling as he hiccups. You grin at his reaction, his noises.

“You want it ‘Samu?”

“Yes—yes. I’ll do anythin!” His breathes are erratic, it’s starting to hurt and you could tell by just how red his tip is.

Yet instead of giving in just yet, you deliver a small kitten lick right on his slit. And just like that, thick ropes of cum are shooting out, as he moans and sobs. His abs tightening as he quite literally spasms.

You pout at the fact, you wanted him to last a little longer. Once he finally stops, his body slumps against the couch, utterly breathless and heaving. His eyes are lidded on his tear stricken face.

You, agonizingly slow, clean up the mess he’s made, making sure not to waste a drop. He twitches when your mouth reaches his crotch, trying to move away from you.

“N—No more. ‘S too much.” He sounds so broken, voice so raspy yet squeaky at the same time. You smile at him softly.

“I’m done dummy.”

You lightly slip on his boxers and he’s practically pouncing on you with the little energy he could muster up, his head falling on your lap.

“Yer fuckin crazy.” He huffs, still not fully recovered from his life altering orgasm. You giggle as you wipe the remnants of his tears.

“And you’re a crybaby.”

[maskedbyghost]

You’re not stupid. You knew what this was from the beginning.

Simon didn’t promise anything. There were no sweet words, no late-night confessions, no pretending. He showed up, let you undress him, let you crawl into his lap like you were something he wanted, and then left like it didn’t mean a thing. That was the deal. No strings, no expectations, just sex, simple as that.

Except it stopped being simple a while ago.

You don’t even know when it changed, really. It just did. Somewhere between how he held your wrist a little longer after finishing, or how his hand would linger on your back like he didn’t want to move yet. Somewhere in the way he sometimes stayed the night, even though he never said a word the morning after. You started mistaking comfort for connection. You started thinking maybe he cared.

But he doesn’t.

He’s standing by your door now, putting his mask back on, like he’s just another guy sneaking out before the sun’s fully up. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, still a little sore, still a little raw—mostly emotionally, if you’re being honest—and watching him like maybe this will be the time he says something different.

It isn’t.

“You don’t have to keep doing this if you don’t want to,” he says, not even looking at you. Like this is some casual comment, not the hundredth time he’s walked away without so much as a look back.

And you’re so tired.

Tired of pretending this doesn’t get to you. Tired of letting him touch you like you’re his, only to act like he doesn’t know you when the clothes are back on. Tired of watching him come and go like you’re a stop on the way to somewhere better.

“Do you even like me?” you ask, and your voice doesn’t shake this time. It’s not dramatic, not angry. Just flat and honest.

He freezes for a second, just a second. And that should tell you everything, really.

“I don’t do that,” he mutters.

“Do what? Have feelings? Treat people like they matter?”

“That’s not what this was.”

“I know,” you say, sharper now. “Believe me, I know exactly what this was. I just made the mistake of thinking maybe it could be something more.”

He doesn’t respond. Just looks down, jaw tight, like he wants to argue but can’t figure out the words. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to lie to you.

You stand up, grab your shirt off the floor, and start pulling it on even though you feel like you’re shaking inside. You don’t want him to see that. You don’t want him to see that this hurts more than it should.

“You get what you want, and then you leave. Every time. And I let you,” you say. “But I’m done. I can’t keep pretending this doesn’t wreck me a little more every time you walk out that door.”

He looks at you now, really looks at you, and for a second he almost seems like he might say something. Apologize, maybe. Explain himself. But whatever it is, he swallows it down.

“You knew the rules,” he says, low.

And that’s it. That’s all you’re ever going to get from him.

So you nod, just once, and walk into the bathroom before he can see the tears start to build. You hear the front door shut a minute later. No goodbye. No pause.

Just gone.

Again.

PART 2

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suffer with me friends.

@daydreamerwoah @kylies-love-letter @ghostslollipop @kittygonap @alfiestreacle @identity2212

[trivia-yandere]

ok head me out…jungkook…who happens to be your brothers best friend…are you catching what im saying???

well why the fuck not? off limits

he’s a 10 but…he’s your brother’s best friend & completely off limits.

word count: 3.118

warning: smut, little plot fr fr, age difference (like 3 years), fingering, unprotected sex, alcohol intake, oral sex (f/m) creampies, dirty talking,

“Did you know?” you asked Jungkook, head pressed against the cold window. Your eyes watch as the world passes by in a blur with the speed in which he’s driving. Your mind is a mess, the alcohol flowing through your body.

“Know what?” Jungkook asks.

Jungkook was the person you called to pick you up from your night out with your friends. It was nice of him to deal with all of you - the random crying in the backseat from one friend, to the angry screaming another did over the phone with her boyfriend. It was silent now, however, as he was on his way to driving you home. There’s soft music playing through the speakers that’s at the perfect volume for you and him to talk.

You don’t answer his question - not yet, at least. “Remember…my freshman year of highschool,” you start, lifting your head from the window to turn to look at him. “when I kissed you?”

Jungkook feels your eyes on him as he drives. His hand grips the steering wheel, his right hand lightly tapping his fingers against his thighs.

Jay, your brother and his best friend, would have not picked you and your friends up without giving you an earful along the way. Especially once he saw the way you were dressed - short skirt, tight shirt and laced stockings. It was one of the main reasons why you called Jungkook, after all.

“Yes.” Jungkook murmurs. “You weren’t even supposed to be at that party.”

True, you think. But neither was Jay. Your parents were out of town that weekend and that meant Jay was going to do what he wanted. You threatened to expose him if you didn’t go along with him - typical younger sister actions. After giving you a long list of things not to do, he allowed you to come.

Of course, he had told all of his friends about you being there and to keep an eye out. Your beer was stolen from your hands by Jimin who replaced it with soda. Taehyung had plucked the joint that was handed to you by a senior right out of your fingers and insisted you do something else. That something else was joining a game of seven minutes in heaven where, surely, no one would be there.

Except, Jungkook was. And the moment he saw that you were going to be in the closet with someone older than all of them, he had stepped forward and gone inside with you instead. He fully intended on not doing anything with you, of course.

“The look on your face was funny.” you snort, thinking about that memory. You haven’t talked about it with him ever - neither did you even tell Jay. Your brother made it clear from day one - back in elementary school when he met his closest friends - that you were to never be associated with them outside of a platonic relationship. 

They were off limits; and so were you.

“I wasn’t expecting you to do that.” Jungkook responds, snorting. You’ve done it so fast and it lasted less than five seconds. There was only a minute left in the game and you had placed a hand onto his chest and murmured a quiet “our little secret” before leaving. “You were like a little sister to me back then.”

Your smile immediately falls, your eyes shifting back to the road. The mood changes immediately and Jungkook notices it.

Your question you asked him before was did he know. Did he know that you liked him back then? You were only a freshman while your brother and him were juniors. You didn’t blame him for seeing you as a little sister as you all grew up around one another. He witnessed you and your brother fight and argue countless times, eyes bouncing between you and him with large doe-like eyes.

“How about now?” you ask as Jungkook stops at a red light. The roads are clear from any cars in sight. “Do you still think of me as a sister now?”

Jungkook allows himself to look at you fully now. He stares at you for a few moments, gathering your question into his mind. He doesn’t respond, unsure how to.

It was easier to see you as a little sister back then - all of the friend group had. Taehyung would always tease you like Jay had while Jimin was more of the caring type. 

Now, however, it was different. He noticed the shift as you began to grow older. Your senior year to be exact. Your figure changed, your voice grew a bit deeper and older. You were growing a bit mature for a senior girl. He told himself it was because you were a pretty girl so naturally, he would notice these changes.

But even after highschool, his eyes continued to wander to you and linger longer than they should. You moved in with Jay into his apartment to be closer to college and he would see you whenever he frequented there. Your shorts fit you perfectly, as did your shirts. You showed more skin (than Jay ever wanted you to) and when you spoke to him, it was always in a tone that Jungkook swore wasn’t entirely platonic.

“Kook?”

Jungkook blinks, turning his eyes away to look at the light that’s still red. He contemplates just running it as it’s nearly 3 a.m and not a single car around them. His cheeks are dusted a bit red when he realizes he’s been staring at you the entire time.

“No.” Jungkook says. “I don’t.” he answers truthfully.

“Kook?” you hum once more, this time a hand reaches out for him. It touches his arm and causes a jolt of electricity to shoot throughout his body.

“Yeah?” Jungkook swallows, adam’s apple bobbing. This damn light wasn’t turning fast enough. He turns his attention towards you. He notices from this angel, the red lights are illuminating your face. Your lips are coated in gloss and it shines.

“Can I stay at your place tonight?”

Another swallow, followed by a squeeze of the steering wheel.

“I lied about where I was going to Jay tonight. And…if I go home. He’ll see me dressed like this.” you explain further. It causes Jungkook to glance down at your attire again, immediately regretting it and then meeting your eyes. “He’ll call me a whore again.”

Jungkook wants to say no - that you should go home. Jay should be asleep by now; he had work in the morning right? 

Jungkook doesn’t see the issue of you being at his apartment. You’ve gone there before…with Jay. Without Jay, what would be the reason for you to be there? What if Jay found out and thought-

“You’re thinking too much into this, Kook.” your lips form into a smile and your head tilts. Your hand squeezes his biceps a bit. “Besides, what could go wrong? It’s just me.”

Everything could go wrong - and it did.

You’re unsure how long it took when you and him got into his apartment, but your lips were on his before either of you could think.

Jungkook’s mind screams at him to stop this. Not only were you not sober, but you were off limits. You were someone he respects greatly and shouldn’t take advantage of.

But your hands roam his chest, then go lower to his stomach. You grab hold of his hands and place them onto your hips - all the while continuing to deepen the kiss.

Jungkook gives in, pushing you closer. You smell of fruity alcohol and strawberries - your lips taste of peach; soft and sticky from the gloss. He’s hooked, the flooded feelings he suppressed coming out at such a terrible time. 

“I want you.” you mumble against his lips, arms wrapped so tightly around his neck. Afraid to let him go in the guise that this could possibly be a (wet) dream; one you didn’t want to wake from just yet.

Jungkook knows you do, but he’s hesitant. Kissing you is bad and it goes against his friendship. But fucking you was something so heinous. If Jay found it, it would ruin nearly two decades of friendship.

“Please,” you repeat, one arm unhooking from his neck to take hold of one of his hand that’s gripping your ass. You dip it between your legs and through the skirt so he can feel just how much you wanted him. “please.” you repeat.

Jungkook groans - how much could one man handle? You’re soaking through your panties and the stockings you’re wearing. His fingers are directly against your clit and on instant, they rub circles on the wet, sensitive bud.

“Jay’s going to kill me if he finds out.” Jungkook groans, capturing your lips into his as his fingers dips between your wet folds. He makes no move to stop or push you away, however.

“It’ll be our little secret.” you say, repeating those very words he heard years ago. A secret he was going to take to the grave with him, no matter how small and insignificant it may have been back then.

Jungkook dips his fingers into your hole. It’s tight and squeezes around him. Instantly, he begins to pump, needing to feel just how wet you were for him.

You don’t hide your moans in the slightest. You wanted Jungkook to know how much you wanted this; wanted him. You waited years to be in this position - to have Jungkook all to yourself, even if it meant that you had to do it behind everyone’s back.

“Just for tonight.” Jungkook says, his warm breath tickling your cheek. “Tonight I’ll give you what you want.”

“The whole night?” your hand is still holding his wrist as he pumps his fingers deeply inside of you. Your arousal is coating his palm, a groan escaping your lips.

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts, eyes already clouded with lust. “you’re going to be insatiable.”

Jungkook removes his fingers from you, a whimper escaping your lips at the loss of them. He juts his head down the hall to the bedroom. He tugs you along, slamming the door open and leading you inside.

You don’t take your time in removing your clothes and the stocking, having them pool around you.

Jungkook doesn’t waste time pushing you onto his bed and pulling your legs apart. Your pussy is glistening underneath his LED lights and he groans at the beautiful sight. His head dives down, tongue swirling onto your clit. He’s groaning and grunting, his cock throbbing with just the act of eating you out.

It felt so wrong doing this, Jungkook thinks. The same young girl who was once so innocent and sweet was now you. The girl who was an adult who knew what she wanted. Who was laying naked on his bed and whimpering as he suckled onto your clit.

Your hand places itself onto his head, gripping his hair. Your hips grind against his tongue and he lays it flat so you could continue. The amount of times you thought of Jungkook in less than holy ways couldn’t be counted on both hands, but getting to live it out was a dream.

“Fuck, Kook.” you moan. 

Jungkook wasn’t going to stop until you came - which wasn’t far. He has your legs on his shoulders and his hands on your thighs to assure you cannot squirm away from him. His tongue laps your clit greedily, messy black hair jumping with the way his head bobs back and forth.

Jungkook’s cock is painfully hair as you moan for him. His eyes flicker up to your face - scrunched in pleasure with your eyes fluttering open just in time to meet him. He doesn’t look away, a satisfaction flowing through him when your eyes widen slightly and you groan. His tongue continues to ravish onto your cunt greedily until you’re shaking with pleasure.

You begged for him to fuck you right there. To take you as rough as he wanted - to not hold back. You were on birth control, you said. You wanted to feel him - all of him if this was going to be the one and only time.

Jungkook was but a man. He was already a fucked up person and friend. He sinks his cock into you and pounds you so disrespectfully - as if you weren’t his friend's baby sister. As if you weren’t someone he cared about deeply.

You begged for more, each thrust causing your stomach to churn. Your breast bounces erratically and your pussy’s already squeezing out another orgasm, but you don’t want this to end; neither does Jungkook.

Jungkook turns you around and fucks into you even deeper, your face pressed into his cotton sheets. Your ass was amazing from this view - it was going to be engraved into his mind. 

“Your pussy feels so good.” Jungkook whines, fully positive that he sounds like a school boy experiencing sex for the first time. 

It doesn’t help that you’re far too willing for him  to fuck you that you do whatever . You spread your  legs even further to allow him more access, nails digging into his sheets. He pounds into you with no mercy, your pussy squeezing him.

Jungkook hovers about your arched back, right hand dipping between your thighs to capture your already throbbing clit in his. He rubs it as he pounds into you, his lips close to your ear. “Are you really on birth control or was that a lie?”

“I-I am!” you say through moans. “A-Are you going to cum in me?”

Jungkook grunts - you weren’t going to make it easy for him, were you? The thought of cumming in you was exciting as he never did it with anyone without a condom. 

What’s the worst that can happen? You and he were already doing the unforgivable.

“You want me to cum in your pussy?” Jungkook’s voice sounds like sex, deep and sensual. 

You cum right there, overstimulation flowing through you but you nod your head erratically. You wanted any and every part of Jungkook that he was willing to give you.

And Jungkook had.He came right in you - again and again.

The fucking didn’t stop until he’s came in you at least four times. One time on your back so he could see your face as you cum around his cock. Once while you ride him, his hands cradling your hips possessively, eyes darting from the way you rise and fall on his wet cock to your bouncing breast in his face. The next follows immediately after, this time Jungkook taking control while you kept your position right above him.

Somehow, even then you weren’t done. You allowed yourself an hour before you asked if he could cum in your mouth. The request was outlandish but, Jungkook complied. You laid on your back and opened your mouth for him to, in your words, use you.

Jungkook should feel disgusted of himself for already using you as if you were nothing but a whore, but it was far too tempting. He pumps his cock into your mouth, watching the way you take him effortlessly and he ponders just how long you wanted this.

Him fucking your mouth turns to him fucking your breast - another request you had. His hands squeeze your breast together as his thumbs twirl against your hardened nipples.

“I didn’t know you were such a slut, Y/N.” Jungkook grunts.

“Only for you.” was your response that has him cumming again, cum shooting out and coating your breast.

The amount of sex that you and he have leads the both of you exhausted, sprawled out on his ruined sheets and both breathing heavily and sweaty. Jungkook’s mind wanders to how he was going to be able to look at you or his friend in the face again without feeling like a complete asshole.

Neither of you have time to think when a loud ringing sound comes from down the hall. It’s your phone and judging by the time, you can guess who it was. 

“It’ll go to voicemail.” you murmur to Jungkook. “He still thinks I’m at a friends.”

Jungkook's heart sinks but he nods.

“Wanna shower with me?” you ask, a hand placing onto his sweaty forehead. “We can both use it.”

Jungkook sniffs. “If that’s what you’d like. We can.” he says. “Y/N, I-”

You place a hand onto his lips to silence him. “I know, Kook.” you murmur. “You don’t need to let me down easily.”

Jungkook lifts himself to a seated position. “I wasn’t going to say anything like that.” he shakes his head. “I just…I want you to know that I do have love and respect for you.” 

You blink as Jungkook continues.

“And I don’t want you to think that I view you as…a slut or…any less than before.” Jungkook’s cheeks are a crimson color now. “I-”

“Kookie,” you lift your body so that you can grab his hands into your own. The nickname was one he hadn’t heard since middle school and it immediately caught his attention. “I get it. Trust me.” you say, a smile forming onto your lips. “Did you know…” you began, repeating the question from earlier. “...that I liked you?”

Jungkook's mouth goes dry and slowly, he shakes his head. It should be surprising as Jungkook was oblivious to any and every girl that liked him.

However, Jungkook does recall one moment - an instant in which Jay had stated that you and him could never be together. It was a random comment that came entirely out of nowhere, but it happened right after you kissed him.

“Jay knew.” you murmur. “I didn’t tell him but…he knew.” you look away. “I thought maybe he told you. I’m glad he didn’t.”

Jay wouldn’t have - not even now. 

Jungkook slowly inhales. A part of him feels even more like an asshole because this was a mistake. You had feelings for him that should’ve been obvious if he wasn’t such an idiot. Things are much more complicated now.

“Let’s shower.” you say, noticing the change in Jungkook’s demeanor. This was a one time thing that wouldn’t happen again and you’ll grow to be fine with that. “Then if you’re up for it, you can show me that movie you’ve been talking about.”

Jungkook nods slowly, allowing you to tug him off the bed and towards his bathroom. His mind wanders back to your confession and recalls just the amount of times he’s caught you looking his way and smiling shyly when he notices.

Off limits, he hears Jay’s voice say in his mind over and over again as you turn the water on to heat up. He was fucked.

part two

@darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree @chimmy-licious @investedreader @momnomnom

[kirbmey]

⠀⠀ ཐི ˚̣̣̣ ⠀⠀ cockwarming w husband!sylus ⠀ ˚̣̣̣ ཋྀ

synopsis: school was too much, exams were the only thing you could think about and sylus wanted to help you relax and drift away ( 〃．．)

tw: smut but fluffy, sylus is so delicate with reader, cockwarming duh, mentions of size training, breeding, reader is babied, etc.

again you found yourself with both your elbows propped on top of the desk, reading and rereading every paragraph from the notes you took in class, the sentences mixing between each other.

you made sure your sleeping gown was already on, skincare already done and hair put together in two messy braids, telling yourself this was going to be the last day you’d stay up so late to study. well, you told yourself that yesterday too (*￣∀￣)

on the other hand, sylus was done with todays duties, sending luke and kieran off to some sneaky mission, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked towards your shared room. he knew you were stressed, and he knew you needed some aid from him since you were too fixated on getting the best grades. he told you several times that you didn’t need to study at all, that he could provide you for every lifetime, but you complied.

as he approached said room he noticed a faint warm light peeking through the gap under the door, sighing and entering silently, finding you almost asleep on top of your notes, the dinner plate he left you before heading to his office untouched.

he took off his belt, throwing it aside and got close to your smaller frame sitting in the big desk chair, caressing your messy hair as he leaned to leave small kisses along your cheek, taking in how you opened those pretty eyes he loved so much.

“kitten, how are you feeling?” he whispered against your skin, feeling the vibration of his low voice against your face. you stir, rubbing your eyes with a weak fist before straightening your back, looking up to him with a pout while nodding lazily.

“can’t study m’re, sy.” you blurred out, eyes almost tearing up because you wanted him to feel proud of you, to cherish every single perfect grade you pulled.

“that’s fine, princess, you did great, but you have to eat and get some sleep, hmm?” he coaxed you into his body by holding your hips and lifting you up, leaving you to rest on the comfort of your king sized bed and its silky sheets while he traveled to the kitchen to cook your favorite dish instead of the one he gave you hours ago.

after some minutes he went back with a tray, said dish resting on it with some chocolate to eat after, knowing that you needed something sweet after eating.

he sat next to you, caressing your cheek to gain your attention; you were mindlessly playing with the fabric of the sheets while waiting for your husband. you noticed how he spred his long and fit legs along the mattress, indicating you to sit on your favorite place, his lap.

“can we… y’know.” you voiced shyly after a few bites he hand fed you, expecting the classic teasing he always gave you. sylus knew you wanted him inside you, just to warm you up, something you two started practicing not so long ago to size train you, finding comfort in this along the way.

so he didn’t tease, knowing how tired your little brain was for anything at all, holding your hip with one big palm to make you momentarily stand up before pulling himself out off his dressing pants, cock soft at your sight.

your smaller hand tried reaching it to give him a few strokes, being stopped by the white haired man and looking at his crimson eyes, pupils heart-shaped as he did it himself, allowing you to sink on him at a really slow peace after putting your slightly wet cotton panties aside.

“there you go, good girl.” he encouraged you while you took him fully, his dick not entirely hard anyway. he then went back to feed you, cleaning up your mouth when it got dirty and bringing the glass of water to your lips when you where thirsty.

you finally finished the dish after long minutes; he didn’t really care about how much effort it took you, having the patience of a saint when it came to you. sylus put the tray aside on the table next to your shared bed, not forgetting about the chocolate he brought.

a cute smile crept up your juicy lips, opening your mouth when he fed it to you ounce by ounce, subtly sifting on his lap when he grew bigger inside you at the sight of your sleepy face enjoying the sweet.

sure, he should’ve brought you to the bathroom and wash your teeth after that, but how could he wake up the little bunny who fell asleep against his naked chest right after, quietly snoring and holding his opened shirt between weak fingers?

he just comfortably sat down there, buried deep inside you, one huge hand massaging your nape while the other held a book, reading it while resting his chin on your head.

the way he slowly thrusted into you in the morning while licking your oh so sweet lips and filling you up after holding it in for the whole night is something i’ll keep private, though (シ_ _)

a/n: wanted to make this some daddy writing but I’m reserving that for zaynie (⇀ ‿ ↼ )

— masterlist.

[doctorsiren]

Okay, doodle request:

Reigen meeting Serizawa before Claw got to him. Maybe helping him start leaving his room?

I had a lot of fun with this one. I wanted it to parallel the scene of Serizawa meeting Suzuki, and so pages 6-8 are directly referenced from the manga (just in a flipped format so it reads left to right like the rest of the pages) and I also referenced some shots from the anime (like the final panel of page 10). For the dialogue in those middle pages, I referenced lines from the unofficial English translation of the manga, the official English translation of the manga, and the anime. (I was picking and choosing which lines I liked better). I also had fun with the colouring, which is something I love to do in comics especially. It starts out with Reigen in a muted, paler, desaturated palette with no highlights. But when he meets Mrs. Serizawa (I gave the name “Azumi” because it means something along the lines of “safe home/harbour”), she’s much more warmer and saturated and she has highlights. Once she starts explaining her son’s situation, that’s when Reigen has the variation of colour as well as the introduction of some small highlights. Then, the colour palette changes in every panel after that point. Serizawa is done with a grayscale palette, with the only colour on him being the bright light of the TV screen (reflecting video games as his only joy and his escape from reality). As Reigen talks to him, Reigen slowly start to lose some of that variety and saturation (AKA hope) he got from Mrs. Serizawa until he goes grayscale as well when he thinks that Serizawa might know he’s a fraud. He decides to switch up his approach and actually open up, which is what causes the variations in colour to return. Serizawa stops being grayscale in the panel where Reigen reveals that he too is lonely. (He’s a gray-blue palette, but it’s not true grayscale). The next page is in bright colours as Reigen opens up and doesn’t lie, which causes Serizawa to have bright colour as well, since now there is light and hope. In the page after that, Serizawa’s colour fades until he is grayscale again because it’s him not believing fully and still having doubts, while Reigen maintains that bright colour. (Also silly Falsettos reference on that page). I have Reigen’s colours shift from yellow until he reaches pink which is the colour I just have assigned as His Colour (since his tie is pink). Serizawa gains colour again and he shifts from that muted dark blue to finally orange (which is his colour) as he finally accepts Reigen’s help. The light from the TV is no longer coloured, and is just white, because Serizawa now has a new source of colour in his life (that being a real friend.) It ends with them being in their normal palettes at a normal happy saturation, contrasting the muted colours of the start of the comic. With the umbrella, I still wanted to include it and give it a role in the story, but in a different way from how Suzuki used it. While Suzuki used it to directly manipulate and control Serizawa, Reigen used it as a way to open up a choice for Serizawa to either let Reigen stay or make him leave. He asks Serizawa if he can sit and stay for a while since it’s raining outside and he didn’t bring an umbrella, despite clearly having done so. And then I ended the comic with a shot of the umbrella to emphasize that point.

Sorry for the long and probably unnecessary explanation. I just really love explaining my intentions and symbolisms in my art. Yeah I just had a good time over the last few days doing this :) I thought it was an interesting idea and I couldn’t think of a way to reflect it better than in a comic (which was also partially inspired by this wonderful Ageswap AU comic made by @fend13th about Reigen helping Serizawa)

[solxamber]

K.O. by Haiden, Romantic, Vil Schoenheit

If this is okay, please make it as spicy as you can? And the reader being more fliirty/in control (I need flustered vil so bad bro it's not even funny)

"You're a knockout, baby" || Vil Schoenheit

thought of lovesick vil and blacked out for a min

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: K.O. by Haiden Henderson

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 750

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Suggestive, Lovesick! Vil

It was laughable, really. The way you ruined him. Vil Schoenheit—always so poised, so composed, the embodiment of elegance—was barely holding himself together the second you so much as looked his way.

You were lounging in his bed, like you belonged there. One sleeve of his sweater slipping off your shoulder, neck marked with the remnants of last night’s chaos. And when you smiled—just a little, soft and smug—he knew he was done for.

K.O.

He didn’t know how it started. Maybe it was the way you challenged him from day one, refused to be dazzled by the glamor, looked past the image and saw him. Or maybe it was the way you touched him—like he was precious, breakable even when he wasn’t in full makeup.

Maybe it was the way your fingers slid through his hair, tender and reverent in the same breath you dared to tease him about chipped nail polish.

Vil had dated. He had flirted. He had posed and pouted and smiled for cameras, worn affection like a costume when needed. But you weren’t a role. You weren’t an accessory.

You were the chaos behind the scenes. The wild card. The reason he wore concealer under tired eyes because he hadn’t slept since three a.m., still reeling from the memory of you whispering "round two?" like it was a sin he couldn’t not commit.

Your bed—also his bed now—felt like a boxing ring. And he kept stepping in, again and again, even though you knocked him flat every single time.

His fingers brushed the bare skin of your thigh. “You’re a menace,” he muttered. “Utterly incorrigible.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, stretching like a cat in the sun. “You say that like it’s not the reason you keep coming back.”

Vil rolled his eyes, but his lips betrayed him with a smile. “I should’ve left you behind ages ago.”

You pulled him down by his collar, catching his mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and laughter and hunger. And Vil, beautiful, immaculate Vil, kissed back like he was drowning. Like if he stopped for a second, he’d lose you—and losing you was the only thing he couldn’t bear.

He whispered it then, against your lips, his voice hoarse and wrecked from wanting. “You’re going to destroy me.”

And you—of course you—just grinned, tilting his chin to kiss him again, softer this time. “Then come down with me, pretty boy.”

He did. Again, and again, and again.

The room was quiet now. The sun had fully risen, casting warm gold across tangled sheets and soft skin. Vil lay beside you, his head resting on the crook of your shoulder, arm curled around your waist like he didn’t intend to let go. Not now. Not ever.

You ran a hand through his hair—messy, not yet brushed, which was something only you ever got to see. He wasn’t speaking. Just breathing slow and steady, like he was trying to memorize this moment by the second.

“Vil?”

“Hm?”

You shifted slightly to face him, your fingers grazing along his jaw. He looked up at you through lashes still heavy from sleep and satisfaction, violet eyes bleary but curious.

You kissed his temple. “If I told you I wanted to keep you—would you let me?”

Vil didn’t speak. He just grabbed your wrist—gently—and pressed your hand to his chest, right over his heart. It was pounding.

“Is that a yes?”

He hummed, but it wasn’t dismissive. It was fond. Tired. Like yes, of course, yes, how could it be anything but yes?

You kissed his jaw and felt the shiver roll through him. He closed his eyes. Breathed in.

Then he pulled you in, one arm looping under your waist to drag you flush against his chest, your leg slotted between his like it belonged there. Like he was building a shield around you with his own body.

You raised a brow. “You're not gonna answer?”

He kissed you.

Not rushed, not needy. This was slow. Sure. A confirmation.

His hand tangled in your hair as he deepened it, tightening just enough to remind you—he knew exactly what you were. What you did to him.

But he still wanted you.

You grinned against his mouth. “You’re hopeless.”

Vil rolled you beneath him, eyes gleaming with something wicked and warm. “So are you,” he whispered. Then he leaned in again. “And I'm yours.”

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[hima-matta04]

Sub Mr Scarletella smut after making him your servant x fem reader when 👉👈

I can't stop imagining him with a leash on his neck 😭

omg I love this actually thank you!!! 💗💗

Subby!Scarletella x fem! Reader.

Warnings: pussy eating, leashed scarletella, rough sex, desperate scarletella, slight breeding.

He was at your ever beck and call once you made him your servant. Any task you needed done? He was already getting started on it. Felt stressed? He was either massaging your shoulders or burying his face between your legs.

You had him on a tight leash, litarally. A thick, collar dressed his throat with your initials on it. He adored you. He needed you like oxygen to his lungs. The fact that you had him leashed occasionally made his heart flutter with honor and obsession.

“Here.” His head spun like a lost puppy from your call. He shuffled his way over, crouching to his knees to display his submission. “Good boy~” you chanted, placing a hand on his head to praise him.

His spine went cold at your touch. The effect you kept on him was lethal. Every single command you gave he completed without question. His eyes followed you as you stood up in front of him. Once you lifted his chin with your soft, comforting hand, he nearly whined from the attention he received.

His eyes widened with both shock and excitement when you pointed to your pussy. The cute expression on his face made you giggle, which is why he wasted no time getting your pants off. He looked in awe at your slit, already dripping with arousal.

A sharp, pleasured gasp filled your throat as he dove, tongue first, into your cunt. He sucked and licked, grasping onto your thighs and winpering as if he was the one about to cum. Your moans only fulled him more, and the tugging at his hair drove him crazy. 

He ate you out like he had never eaten before. His cock twitched and leaked with need. Thats when you just had to pull him away from you before you could get overstimulated. His eyes were teary as he took a deep breath like he hadnt breathed since he began. 

The whines and cries that left his mouth were pitifully cute. You couldnt help but want more. He gasped as you tugged at his leash, pulling him forward to press his face against your belly.

You chuckled in glee at how helpless he had become since he became you loyal servant.

He whined once more, nearly begging for more attention. His eyes widening when you propped yourself back on the couch, spreading yourself fully in front of him as you gently pulled at his leash.

The beckoning brought him over swiftly as he wondered what you were implying. As you spread yourself fully sticky folds open, he hastily dropped his pants knowing what you had referred to. “Such a quick learner~” you giggled as you tugged at his leash once more to bring his face closer to yours.

The gentle kiss you place on his head while caressing his cheek made a small pearl of cum form on the tip of his cock. The veins pulsating with desire as you reassured him he could fuck you.

He nervously sunk every inch in, just the way he knew you liked. He nearly lost control after bottoming out. His cock kissed your cervix each time he pumped himself in and out of you.

He craned his neck to place thankful kisses on your jaw. He earned a pleased giggle from you as he hands moved from your hips to your breasts, squeezing and groping as he attempted to speed up his pace. 

Moans of your satisfaction filled his ears as you praised him. The moment you tugged just a little harder on his leash he lost it. His hips viscously slammed into yours over and over and over as you tried to gain some sort of control over him. Tears of too much pleasure welled in your eyes.

It was too late, he was wimpering and moaning uncontrollably as he picked up his pace. He needed you. All of you. Your climax crashed down quickly as you moaned out his name…his. The sound of your hips colliding with his did nothing to muffle your screams of intense pleasure.

He had a dangerous grip on your thighs, rutting into you like he was in heat. He mumbled weak apologies for his loss of control as he got rougher by the second. His hips moved at a bruising rate and you were sure it would show in the morning. With a loud grunt, he shoved his hips into yours as hard as he could as he emptied himself inside of you.

His hips twitched, attempting to dive deeper and deeper as he bred your pussy. He was a panting, wimpering mess, not wanting to remove himself from your warm walls. 

“Hmm~” you sighed, coming down from your high. He looked up at you shamefully before pulling his cock out of you, flinching from the cold air that now enveloped him. As he slowly tucked himself back into his pants, he could feel the apprehension in the air.

“Disobedient.” You pointed a finger at him as he said a word he completely understood. He slouched on the ground in front of you, awaiting his consequence. 

He was relieved to hear that his only consequence for his disobedience would be only allowing him to jerk off to just the sight of you. He wasnt allowed any intimate touch for the next week. 

He thought this would be simple, but you had other plans in mind…