#spinning around in my chair trying not to rip my hair out

[franken-loser]

"I Will" by Mitski is SO clervalstein coded and its making me VERY upset /pos

LIKE?? HELLO????

I love this song so much it's driving me insane

[misctf]

Hey, dude. My dad and I have never really clicked; he always wanted me to be more athletic, like a classic jock, which, just by looking at me, it’s pretty clear would be impossible. Right now, I'm in my junior year of college, thinking about going to med school. My dad even went to college on a scholarship to play football; he was a defensive tackle, but these days he looks way more like an offensive tackle thanks to a mix of working as a foreman at a construction company, a pretty unhealthy diet, and the crazy amount of beer he downs with his buddies. And those are the memories I have from my childhood, since by the time I was born, he was way past his prime. Normally, we steer clear of each other, but today’s my birthday, and he shows up on campus with a case of beer from some brand I’ve never seen, saying he wants to celebrate the big 2-1 of his only son the right way. I appreciated the gesture, even though I hate the stuff. But not wanting to be a buzzkil I took a sip, and now I’m not feeling well while my dad’s just sitting there, grinning at me. What the hell is going on?

You place the can of beer down and stare at your dad, only to be greeted by his shit-eating smirk. A wave of nausea washes over you and the room seems to be spinning.

“What the hell is going on?” You think.

Yeah, you and your dad didn’t get along all too well. Your interest in academics and dreams of medical school are simply foreign concepts to your brutish father. But poisoning you? No way, right? You try to stand up, stumbling a bit, only to be supported by your father’s huge arm. You turn to him, eyes half-lidded.

“Wh-what did you do?” You slur.

“Don’t worry, son.” He leads you back to your chair, “Just relax.”

You writhe as your body begins to undergo a metamorphosis. Your dad grins as you cry out and rip the clothes from your body, exposing your less than ideal physique. You stare up at him, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes as you feel each and every single one of your muscles heat up. You know this shouldn’t be possible. This flies in the face of all the biochemistry you learned. Yet, as you stare at your hand, your eyes widen in terror. Your hand begins to crack and reform, becoming larger and manlier. And you watch as the process happens to your feet. Your toes breaking through your shoes, tufts of hair on each of them, their musk filling the air. The changes seem to move up your arms and legs at equal pace, packing on muscle with each contraction. And as you cry out from the pain of your metamorphosis, you notice your voice is getting deeper.

“Dad, please...” You can’t help but realize you sound like those oafish frat bros around campus, “I... I...”

But against your will, your lips form a smirk. And you can feel your jaw shifting and changing. Your messy brown hair shortening. And worse yet, you feel a fog descend over your mind. When the last of the changes finish, your dad can’t help but grin at the sight of his new and improved son. Unaware that you are still there- just watching through the new jock’s eyes.

“Yo pops,” The words leave your mouth without any of your input, “Did I like, win the lottery or somethin’ bro?” God you hate the sound of your new voice. It’s the voice of a stereotypical douchebag. Dumb, low, and dripping with an irritating smugness.

“Something like that.” He slaps your muscular back and grins, “Fuck, Jim was right. This shit works wonders.” He stares down at your beer, “So son...” He chuckles when he notices you’re completely focused on the football game on the TV.

“Fuck, I need a beer.” You feel your muscular arm reach towards your beer. A wave of panic washes over you, but your dad stops you.

“Woah, easy there.” He chuckles, “If just a sip did this to you, I can’t imagine the full bottle.” At least your dad had some common sense, you think.

For the rest of the day, you were forced to watch as a passenger in your new body. You tossed the ol’ pigskin with your dad, rated the sorority girls that walked by, and lifted some weights at the school’s gym. Your dad seemed thrilled with the new you. But as a passenger- you hated all of it. The way this body felt, the way it smelled, and especially the sound of your voice.

Your dad left later that day, leaving you trapped. But as the days pass, you start recognizing a few things. The jock that now occupies and controls your day-to-day life seems to be into two things: working-out and jerking off. And you realize that while you might not have complete control, you can at least influence the jock- and enjoy his jerk-off sessions. But you serve as his conscious. As long as you don’t interfere with his work-outs or pleasure sessions, you’re able to push him to go to class. And even though your grades are slipping, you’re at least able to prevent most of the damage.

When the semester ends, you dread your return home. Your dad is already talking about all the shit you’re going to do together. Hunting, camping- fuck, he even got you a job at his construction site. The jock in control just grins and fist bumps your dad, excited to spend time with his ol’ man. But you have to study for the medical school entrance exams. And you’re not going to let this stop you. Unfortunately, you couldn’t even begin to realize how much that stressed the stupid jock.

“Fuck!” He bellows, dropping his weights, “No, I don’t wanna fuckin’ study.” He groans, “Leave me the fuck alone, bro.” He grips his head, “I just wanna get big and fuck, alright?”

He never lashed out like this before. And part of you is worried he might do something stupid. Naturally, he does. He opens the basement fridge’s door, looking for his post-workout shake. But he grins when he sees an all too familiar case of beer. He grabs a bottle and inspects it closely.

“Aight brah, if this shit got me lookin’ like this,” He flexes his sweaty bicep, “a little more won’t hurt. Maybe this’ll shut you up.” You’re screaming for him to stop. But he flicks the cap off, “Cheers, bro.” He downs the bottle in only a few seconds, his belch filling the room.

“No, no, no...” You’re panicking now, waiting for the worst.

“See, not all that baaaaaaaaahhhhh.” The jock groans as his muscles begin to heat up.

But this time feels different to you. Not particularly the physical sensations in your muscles. But by the pressure in your head. It’s stronger. Almost like it’s enveloping the last remnants of you in a fog. You watch in the mirror through the jock’s eyes as your face takes on a more simian look. And you can hear his voice getting deeper. The words fragmenting and making less sense.

“Me bigger. It hurt!” The jock grunts, drool dripping from his mouth.

Your pecs explode with muscle, becoming two giant slabs of meat. Your arms are packing on an equally ridiculous amount of muscle, and you realize you can barely turn your head anymore from all the added muscle to your frame. The lean muscle of the handsome jock is growing- becoming that of a bodybuilder on steroids. Hair erupts across your previously clean shaven chest and abdomen, and a beard shapes your increasingly more simian face. Your forehead juts out, jaw becoming larger, and drool dripping from the corner of your mouth.

“Wait, no!” You beg as you feel something pulling you from deep within your mind. Dragging you into the fog of your new caveman-like existence.

Your dreams, desires, and pride in your academics are all being drowned suffocated in a musky, lust-filled fog that floods your mind. The only thoughts that occupy your smaller brain include lifting, flexing, and jerking off. There’s no remnant of your mind left to prevent you from engaging in your primal desires. And as your mind is molded to fully match the new you, you start to laugh. Dull, dumb, and absolutely devoid of any higher-thinking. It fills the room around you. And you collapse, hand pumping your cock- sweat pouring from your musky, hairy musculature.

When your dad comes downstairs later, he’s shocked by what he sees. Gone was the perfect jock son he created. In his place is this brutish, massive, and hairy ape of a man.

“Son?” He whimpers.

You look over at your dad and grin, “Drink good.”

And as you continue to lift your weights, your dad just stares at the empty bottle on the ground. Now realizing he should’ve just thrown the damn things out.

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[sucker4colby]

Parties over: Part 2

Summary : Colby’s in the doghouse after forgetting his girlfriends birthday to hang out with amber. He has to knock down the wall she built around herself.

Warning : angst , jealousy , insecurity, cussing

Pairing: Colby Brock x female reader

Part 1

It took me a moment to be able to tear my gaze away from my reflection and to stop criticizing everything I saw. I had to accept today was going to be one of those where I wasn’t comfortable in my own skin so I just made my way downstairs after changing into shorts and a knitted sweater hoping I wouldn’t see the blue eyed boy I was upset with.

Unfortunately for me he sat at the island eating a bowl of cereal in his own world as our friends did their own thing around him. I noticed how his hair was unruly and he looked tired as If he didn’t sleep last night. My eyes snapped away from him as Sam called out my name. “ there’s breakfast over on the counter if you want some.” The blonde boy pointed over his shoulder at the counter where a stack of waffles resided. I could see Colby’s head snap up from the corner of my eyes to look at me as his friend announced my presence but I avoided looking at him knowing I’d break on the spot to look at him. I smiled at Sam muttering a thank you as I made my way over to the food.

I heard his chair scrape against the floor as he hurriedly walked over to me stopping me from taking a plate . “ I can get your food.” Colby offered grabbing the plate I was reaching for looking down at me. Anger bubbled up inside of me and I glared at him. “ I’m not hungry anymore thanks.” I spat spinning on my heels and walking away from the prying eyes of our friends. He was just going to act like he didn’t blow me off on my birthday to be with another woman and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let that slide.

I might overreacted but If I wasn’t important enough why did he keep the act up, why not just rip the bandage off and break up with me. I sighed walking into the living room to see the mess from last night, cups ,trash bottles of liquor littered every surface. Grabbing a trash bag from the cabinet I began picking up hoping to get a head start before everyone came to help out.

I know he was standing there trying to figure out how to approach me but I couldn’t bring myself to ask him what he needed so I just pretended he wasn’t there. It was a difficult task to do when his blue eyes felt like they were burning a hole in my skin, I could see the distraught look on his face and it hurt my heart but he was the one who messed up.

Finally he cleared his throat to announce his presence as if I didn’t already know, it was hard not know when you’ve memorized the sound of his footsteps and when his presence filled up the whole room. I looked up to meet his sad eyes quirking an eyebrow up at him. “ I have something for you.” He told me in a small voice and brought his hands out in front of him presenting a small black box. I could see him deflect more as he noticed I wasn’t changing my stoic composure towards him. “ I also ordered you a cake from that bakery you like, I know you wanted one of those for your birthday.” He rambled only making me more upset. I hated that I couldn’t stay angry at him, was I really that smitten over him that I’d roll over and act like nothing happened just because it was him.

“ yeah for my birthday Colby.. which was yesterday had you of cared enough you would’ve remembered but how could you ? You were a bit …preoccupied.” I spat out the last word throwing the trash bag on the couch moving past him to go cool off in my room.

I threw myself on the bed and cried wishing my comforter would just hide me away from everything. He was probably trying to be nice so he wouldn’t feel bad once he left me for amber. My chest burned with jealousy at the thought of him doing everything I wanted of him for her, why wasn’t I good enough for him, He was everything for me and maybe that was the problem. I had to make it easier on both of us and end things myself because I know he wouldn’t do it.

I didn’t hear my door open or close but I noticed my bed dip making me wipe my eyes and look out from under cover. I cried even harder once I saw Colby sitting next me. He had tears in his eyes as well as he moved to put me on his lap, I didn’t try to fight him because this is probably the last time I’ll get to be in his arms. I wanted to memorize everything about him before I lost him.

“Baby I’m so sorry, I was a dumbass, I promise I didn’t mean to forget I just had to much on my plate and I got my days mixed up.” He sniffled setting his cheek on my head and caressing my leg knowing that calmed me down. “Do you not love me anymore?" I asked looking down at my lap picking at the loose thread on my knitted sweater. I felt like I could throw up waiting for him to answer me. "What ?" He asked me I could feel the bed shift under his weight as he turned to face me.

My face heated up at having to repeat my previous statement. I was embarrassed I had to ask him if he still loved me , if he did I wouldn't have to ask and save myself the heartache. " if you don't that's ok, i just.. I feel like I should know if you don't love me anymore, no one should be in a relationship without love." I mumbled my voice cracking as I tried to stop myself from crying even more. I could feel the tears pooling at my waterline even more as I tried to stop myself causing me to grow frustrated with myself . I put my hands over my face shielding my face from his view as my body shook after each sob.

“ baby I love you so much it hurts, I’m so sorry I made you feel like this. I’m sorry I made you doubt my love for you.” He whimpered rocking us back and forth holding me tighter to his body. “ I love you so so much, I was looking forward to yesterdays date because that’s the day my love was born, I should’ve been here but I promise I’ll make it up to you now.” He whispered kissing the crown of my head and I wrapped my arms around him. My heart softening “ I could never love anyone the way I love you, I can’t imagine getting so excited to come home to someone that isn’t you, you’re my favorite part of everyday and I don’t ever want to lose that.” His words slowly eased my worries.

I felt horrible because Colby wasn’t a bad person and he’d never intentionally hurt someone. I was so insecure I forgot how kind hearted and pure he was, That’s why I fell in love with him in the first place. I was caught up in my head I almost him because I was being childish. “ I’m sorry, I overreacted.” I hiccuped into his neck as I hugged him close to my body. He let out a small laugh rubbing circles on my back under my sweater. “ I think you under-reacted, I thought I was done for.” He told me causing me to giggle. “ I’m really sorry baby I know you were looking forward to your birthday.” He apologized again leaning back to look at me. I sat back on his lap to look at him. “ I just wanted to be with you, but you’re here now and that’s all I care about.” I told him making sure he knew I just wanted him.

He smiled and placed a kiss on my lips causing a smile to grow on my face. “ that one’s because I’m sorry and these are because you turned 23.” He said before attacking my face with kisses causing me to laugh as he counted each kiss. He let out a quick oh reaching over the bed to retrieve the same black box he had shown me earlier passing it over to me. I shot him a questioning look taking the small box and opening it. My eyes started watering again and I let out a small gasp at the small necklace that rested inside. “ I chose this out a while back and I wanted something you could wear everyday.” He explained taking it out of my hands and moving my hair to the side, I moved on his lap so he could clip it on. “ thank you, I love it.” I told him as he placed a delicate kiss on my expose shoulder where my sweater started slipping off. “ I love you .” He mumbled wrapping his arms around my again pulling my into his chest. I exhaled in relief leaning back and taking comfort in his warmth knowing we’d be ok, I had fallen in love with the sweetest soul and as perfect as he was he was only human, he was bound to make mistakes.

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Part 2 guys !!!

I hope you enjoyed it. I almost made them break up but I just couldn’t bring myself to make Colby the bad guy 🥲

Let me know what you guys think !!!

[chamomiletealeaf]

Warnings: afab! fem reader, spanking, dacryphilia, squirting, hair pulling, tiny bit of degredation? Bratty reader

“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, Captain?”

You cross your arms and look up at Price during a briefing, standing as if you were taller than him. You had strongly disagreed with a decision he made for a future mission and the rest of the Task Force was staring at you in awe of your sudden assertiveness and attitude towards your superior.

He wanted to go in to take down the Shadow Company and rip them apart from the inside out, sending you in first as bait, and you had argued that would be too obvious something was up. You proposed infiltration would be better, stealthier, and you would go in first and have Gaz lead you around base through the cams until safe for the others to sneak in too.

But Price was not having it with your disagreement and sassy attitude like a spoiled teenager arguing with her dad for not getting something she wants.

“I’m not letting you go in with risk of being caught and killed. Graves is a narcissist, going against him is dangerous. Much easier to pretend you come in peace, alone. It would boost his damned ego.” Price says.

“He’s not fucking stupid. He fooled us all. Only someone as equally dense as him would think that’s a good plan.” You snap back at him.

The 141 stare at you, scared for what Price is gonna say next. His eyebrows raise in disbelief at your insult, and he steps closer, slowly and carefully to you.

“Watch your tongue soldier.” He growls at you through clenched teeth.

And that’s how you got here, looking up at him asking what he’s gonna do about it.

He then grabs you by the back of your neck, spinning you around and pushing you towards the door which he slams open with his free palm, leaving the rest of the team watching in shock at what the hell just happened, and even more so the cliffhanger of not knowing what is going to happen.

Price shoves you into his office, slamming the door behind him and pushing you towards his desk, stumbling over your feet.

“Gonna teach you some fucking manners. What the fuck’s runnin’ through that stubborn little mind of yours that’s got you thinkin’ you can talk to me that way?” He says, caging you in between him and the desk making you lean back while he places his palms on either side of you. His voice dripping with anger.

You don’t break and continue your arguing with him.

“Well maybe if you talked to me before making me the center of some bullshit plan then I’d have some respect for your decisions.” You spit back at him.

He spins you around and slams you against the desk, pressing your cheek into the cold wood of it while your palms fly up onto the desk to catch yourself.

He leans in to your ear, pressing his body flush against yours, one hand in your hair pressing your face into the surface of the desk and another between your shoulder blades to keep you steady.

“Yeah? Well maybe if you weren’t such a fucking brat and learned to watch that pretty little mouth of yours I wouldn’t have to do this would I? But this is what you wanted, wasn’t it.” He whispers darkly into your ear, and you feel yourself throbbing at the way he’s manhandling you and saying such dirty things to you.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamed of this, but you can’t let him know that. No, you were stubborn, you couldn’t let him win that easily.

“Fuck you.” You say through your smushed cheeks, and Price laughs.

“Yeah, bet you wanted that too.” He says amused.

“Gonna teach you a real good fuckin’ lesson yeah? Maybe you’ll learn when to shut your fuckin’ mouth.” He says as he yanks you up by your hair and you hiss.

He pulls you with him behind his desk and he sits in his chair, pulling you down with him and you fall over his lap.

“Yeah that’s it. Over my lap.”

You whine at his roughness and the pain from pulling your hair, still trying to process what’s happening.

Then, Price’s hand yanks your cargos down, leaving you in a cute lacy thong.

“Oh sweetheart, this what you’ve been hidin’ under all this?” He chuckles villainously. “Wonder if what you got under that shirt matches.” He smirks, and all you can do is whine in shock of what he’s doing to you, but fuck did you love every second of it.

His amused tone then turns angry again as he pulls you up by your hair again, forcing you to crane your neck back to look at him, hands gripping his thigh.

“Gonna spank this pretty little ass fuckin’ raw until you apologize to me.” He says, then shoved your head back down to fall over his thigh.

He rubs a hand over your ass, massaging your cheeks and then he lifts his hand up, and forcefully brings it back down.

Smack

The sound of his palm slapping your skin echoes in the small room of his office, and you yelp at the force of it. Price laughs again at your submissiveness.

“Not so chatty now are you?” He says as he lifts his hand back up and you squeeze your eyes shut in preparation of the next spank.

Smack

Price keeps spanking your ass harder and faster until it’s red with his handprint branded onto your ass cheeks, nothing but the sound of your whimpers, the slapping of skin, and his dirty words filling the room. You refuse to give him the apology he wants both because of your stubborn, bratty self, but also because this was making you soak your panties like you never have before. This was a dream come true having your Captain manhandle you and punish you the way you deserved for being so smart-mouthed with him.

“This is what you get, when you fuckin’ smack. backtalk smack. me smack. you get spanked smack. Like you deserve smack. You fucking smack. Little minx.”Smack.

Price delivers three more fast and hard spanks to your ass until he hears you sniffle.

Your head is hanging down over his knee so he can’t see the tears rolling down your cheeks from the pain of Price’s hand smacking your ass repeatedly.

“Aww sweetheart.” He says before he laughs to himself.

“Are those tears? What, you gonna cry from a few little spanks to this pretty little ass?” He asks in mock sympathy with a smirk on his face.

You sniffle again and whimper not answering him, still hiding your face.

He tugs your hair up to see your tear stained pouty face.

“Aww those are tears.” He fakes a frown, mocking your expression.

“You can make this all stop if you just say you’re sorry love.”

“Mm mm” you shake your head, a few more tears escaping your eyes and rolling down your cheeks, making him chuckle darkly again.

“You know.” He says as his hand creeps its way down to your clothed pussy, rubbing right where you were practically gushing out of your thong all over the both of your thighs.

“If you weren’t so wet, or rubbing your little clit all over my knee, I’d believe you didn’t want this to stop from your stubbornness. But I think you like getting spanked don’t you sweetheart?”

You just whine in response and rub your pussy over his knee again, not caring about letting him win anymore. You just wanted him to make you cum now.

He laughs at how pathetic you look and he moves your thong out of the way to stick a finger in your dripping pussy.

“Oh fuck love, you’re even wetter than I fuckin’ thought.” He says as he pumps his finger in and out of you slowly, other hand still gripping your hair so you keep eye contact with him.

“You apologize, and I’ll let you cum. Got it?” He says sternly.

You hesitate for a second, not really wanting to push your pride aside, but you needed to cum. Your pussy was throbbing and leaking so hard you couldn’t even think straight and you felt like it would never stop unless you got to cum.

You nod, and Price starts thrusting his finger in and out again. You hump his knee as your eyes roll back into your head. He lets go of your hair, making your head drop down again so he can spank you as he fingers you.

“Go on sweetheart. Say you’re sorry for being a brat.” He says bringing his palm down over your ass cheek again, making you jolt as he finger fucks you still.

Your mind goes fuzzy as he inserts another finger, his ring and middle finger fitting perfectly snug next to each other as they move in and out your sopping pussy.

You moan loudly at the sudden stretch which makes Price just finger you faster.

“That’s it. Keep rubbing that pussy on my knee. Rock those hips. Fuck you’re so damn tight. Such a pretty ass all marked up with my handprint.”

He remembers why he’s doing this in the first place and grips your hair one last time, pulling you up again.

“Say. It. Or I’ll fucking stop.”

You feel your orgasm get closer and closer and the thought of him stopping was worse than anything in this moment.

You look up at him, mouth open, fucked out look on your face with tears running down your cheeks now from pleasure instead of pain.

“I’m sorry. Fuck John I’m sorry. Just, please don’t stop.” You whimper out pathetically. “I won’t talkback to you again just please, let me cum.”

Price smirks and stops his movements, which makes you whine out loud.

He leans down to your face, licking your tears off your cheek before dragging his tongue up to your ear to whisper: “Good.”

He sits back up and speeds up even faster, fucking you so good with his fingers as you continue to hump his knee. Your hands are gripping his thighs for leverage as you feel yourself at the edge of your release.

“Cum for me. Cum all over my fucking fingers. Show me how sorry you are.” He demands, grip still tight on your hair and fingers pumping in and out faster and faster each time.

“Fuck John I- I’m, I’m cumming fuck-“ you babble out right before you roll your eyes back and squirt all over your bare thighs, Price’s clothed thigh, and his hand as your orgasm rips through your body making your pussy pulse around his fingers.

“Oh fuck sweetheart. Yeah look at that. Soaking my hand, fuck. Squeezing me so good.”

He fingers you through your orgasm, then he lets go of your hair and you drop your head down trying to catch your breath.

Price pulls your now soaked thong back over your pussy and pulls your cargos back up, wiping his hand on his own. He then helps you up to sit on his lap and you curl up on him, leaning your head into his neck.

“How you feelin’ sweetheart?” He asks.

You hum in response, closing your eyes.

“Listen, we can discuss the plan over again. I won’t force you to do anything you’re that uncomfortable doing.” He tells you.

You open your eyes.

“Funny you think I was ever going to listen to you in the first place.” You retort with a smirk.

He laughs.

“God, what am I gonna do with you?” He asks jokingly.

“Well if it’s anything like what you just did, then I’m in full compliance.”

You both laugh and you snuggle back into his chest, both knowing you were definitely going to back talk him again, but also both glad you ever did.

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[joi-me-hoi-me-noi]

Getting Kidnapped - BNHA/MHA

Features: Tomura Shigaraki, Shouta Aizawa and Kai Chisaki

A/n: I thought of this while I was taking a nap LMAO, let's get started and be sure to check out the rest of my writings...(there's only like 3 or 4 at this point :sob:)... it's very short but whatever, I enjoy being funny and writing this so yeah baby :))))

TOMURA SHIGARAKI -

You really didn't know how you got there. You were shocked but not that shocked, it was bound to happen eventually.

"Damn it's dark as a motherfucker in here. I just know they can't pay the light bill." Then the lights turn on to reveal the LOV.

"Oh...I guess you do pay the light bill. Hello." You go to wave but your hands are tied against the back of the chair.

"Greetings, L/n Y/n. Do you know why you're here?" "Nope." He pauses and just stares at you.

"You know some information that we don't, I'm going to need you to talk doll. Or else we'll torture you."

"You calling me pet names is already enough torture for me, crusty." You hear someone stifle a laugh from behind you.

"Glad to hear that someone enjoys my humor. Anyways, you got some water or something." Then your chair starts to get dragged into another room.

"That's right Dabi, take them into your room. Interrogate them." The door closes behind the two of you.

Time to work your own personal magic.

A couple of hours later, Shigaraki opens the door to Dabi's room, somber music plays in the background while you sit on the floor, untied, having a conversation with the burned man.

"Dabi! What are you doing?!" Tomura rips the hand off of his face and holds it tightly in his hands.

"Talking." He lays back on his bed, his head falling off the side of the bed.

"Why did you untie them?" He points at you and all you do is wave back with a big smile.

"They said the restraints were hurting them so I just untied them." Tomura shuts the door and lets out a scream of annoyance.

You laugh and whisper to Dabi. "Somebody's got their panties in a twist, don't they?"

SHOUTA AIZAWA -

As soon as you reached for an item inside of a random home, something tied tightly around your wrist.

"What the?" One sharp tug later and you're wrapped up tight, hanging upside-down from the ceiling. "Fuck..." You draw out the word in annoyance

You go to use your quirk and it doesn't work, nothing happens. Then a man with long black hair and tired eyes steps into the brightness of the moonlight from the darkness.

"Couldn't you do this another night or something?" He rubs his eyes and stares at you.

He walks around your bounded form as you try to spin yourself to look at the powerful homeowner.

"I mean I could, if you let me go that is." You flash a smile at him as he raises his brows.

"Afraid I can't do that. You'll be coming with me to the police station...in the morning. It's too late to be doing that now." Your eyes widened.

A handsome stranger taking you to jail...in the morning. IS HE STUPID?

"What if I find a way to escape from the restraints? What then?"

He tilts his head, a small grin finding its way onto his features. "You won't. You can't break this material."

He ties the end of the fabric to a hook and walks into a different room.

"Wait what about the blood rushing to my head!"

He comes back in and with a single pull of the fabric, you're tilted sideways like sleeping on a bed.

When the morning comes, a little girl is looking at you very confused. "Who are you?"

"Your Dad's friend, I was playing around with his scarf and got stuck. Could you help me?"

The little girl, without a second thought, unties the fabric from your body. You find a pen and a piece of paper to write down your number on to then, hand it to the girl.

"Give him this when he wakes up and no peeking."

You open the balcony door and wave goodbye to the girl before jumping off the glass railing. You shoot upward and rest on the roof, holding your phone in your hand, waiting eagerly for his response.

---inside the home---

"Mr. Aizawa." She pokes his side a bit hard which wakes him up.

"What's wrong Eri?"

She hands him a folded piece of paper.

"Your friend told me to give you this. They just left a bit ago."

His eyes widened as he shot up from his spot in bed, rushing into the living area. He opened the note and smirked, shaking his head.

The note read: 'that cute little girl let me out, told you I could leave...call me! xxx-xxx-xxxx XOXO'

KAI CHISAKI -

"Wow...this is a beautiful place you got here? Why am I tied up?"

He rolls his amber eyes and lays the chair against the couch behind you. He almost straddles your waist but he just stands there, looking down at you.

"You're filthy, I plan on fixing you."

You look at him with confusion. "I literally showered as soon as I got home from my job, what do you mean weirdo?"

He hated that nickname, his fingertips played with the bottom of his gloves. The glove comes off and he reaches forward to touch you, nothing happens

...his hands are really warm and soft.

"You must not do a lot of hard work since your hands are soft... you either moisturize or you're just lazy and have servants."

He's in shock but then scoffs at your comments.

"I'm a doctor but I can't cure you. You're still filthy."

You just shrug and smile up at him happily. "Okay, whatever you say plague guy. You'd probably die if you had a sip of McDonald's Sprite."

...what?

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[muffinsin]

...man i really liked the cassandra pegging one, not nearly enough of girls being caged and pegged rough out there, if you ever really feel like it seeing that explored more would make my (w)hole week

Welp, after seeing @zeleneagle ‘s art of buff Cassandra (find it here) I figured I just needed to write some smut bout it!🙇‍♀️🙌

I love that wordplay there, hon XD

Let’s get into it!

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You squirm a little in your chair, your eyes trailing over Cassandra’s exposed back. From this angle you perfectly see as the light dances around her muscles, smooth and hard along her scarred back and arms, even some visible at her sides from this angle, leading up to her muscular, hard stomach.

You watch her clean the many daggers set out on the table in front of her, sharpening them and swinging them at the air to test them right away.

As she does so, you can only watch in awe, your mouth watering and shivers running up your spine at her demonstration.

If it wasn’t for the annoying cock cage between your legs, you’d be rock hard by now, perhaps even bold enough to try and reach down and wrap your hand around yourself in desperate attempt to get off. Something she undoubtedly would punish you for, and likely notice within moments.

As if sensing your filthy thoughts, she turns to you, and you feel taken aback by her beauty.

Golden eyes pierce you as they flicker across your body, from your head and hair to the collar and chain leash sitting snuggly at your throat, to your tight shirt and the pants concealing your bulged underwear and caged cock.

Your mouth waters at the sight of her and your hands twitch with the desire to touch either her or yourself.

Your breath hitches as she steps to you, leaning down to your level. Her eyes are so beautiful, so dark and bright at the same time. You gasp when one of her hands drops between your legs, caressing the bulge in your pants. And yet when you attempt to look down automatically, her hand shoots out and grips your chin tightly.

You’re made to keep looking at her, your lips parting when she rubs her hand between your thighs. Eagerly, or perhaps simply desperately, you spread your legs wider for her, and feel your cheeks burn up as she laughs at this.

She leans in, whispering lowly in your ear;

“I had no idea I had such a slut at my hands”

You gasp as her hand rubs against your pants, right onto your balls.

“Then again, I should hardly be surprised”, she adds, a filthy smirk playing on her dark painted lips.

You try desperate to keep looking at her, yet you can barely resist looking down at her exposed chest. So strong, so muscular…her chest, large, perfectly sized.

Your head spins at the memory of her, her golden eyes piercing you as she rubs her breasts along you, teasing, bringing moans and moans from you.

Your entire body aches, then, she rises, taking you with her.

“A-Ah!”, you yelp in surprise as she tugs you up using your leash, bringing you to your feet. This close to her, it’s yet again obvious that she’s much taller, much stronger…

You gulp, looking up at her as she holds your leash tight.

“Off, pet”, a single command, spoken as she tugs on your pants. Immediately, you scramble to follow it, undoing your belt and quickly shimmying out of your pants and underwear.

You whimper yet again as your balls are groped, her fingers hard and strong, teasing you just right. You feel her hands moving up your body again, gasp when her sharp, claw-like nails sink into your shirt and rip out suddenly.

The fabric is shredded from your body, leaving you entirely exposed. Despite her chest being exposed too, it becomes immediately clear who is in charge here.

You shiver as she bends down lightly, brushing her lips against the space between your jaw and neck, just above your collar. You whimper helplessly for her, crane your neck and expose more of your flesh for her.

A pleased hum comes from her, and you feel her smirk against your skin, sharp teeth dragging against you. You whine and moan, groan helplessly when they dig in onto a moment later.

You clutch her hips as pain and pleasure greets you, certainly a familiar combination as it comes to Cassandra.

Blood runs down your neck, staining the black collar and dripping onto the silver chain of your leash.

You gasp, then, when you feel her fingers at your cock cage. Is she- please, please! You start breathing a little heavier, your eyes opening wide in anticipation.

“Ple-ease”, you rasp out, hopeful to see your cock released again. With Cassandra, the cage is only ever removed when she grants it. Often, you go all day, multiple days, only ever allowed to take it off when she takes you or plays with you. And often your cock is caged right after again, the sadist moaning and licking the salty tears that run down your cheeks as you cry out your desperations.

You’re shaking in her gasp, trembling in anticipation as the thing comes off and your cock is finally allowed freedom again. Immediately, her hand is on it, and your hips buck wildly as you attempt to get used to the intense pleasure of her warm palm stroking and squeezing you roughly.

Your legs tremble, knees buckle a little. You fall, held onto on her arms as she jerks her hand around your cock. White hot pleasure runs through your body, your vision blurry as shivers run down your spine. She’s so good to you, so, so good, and you feel so very sensitive each time the cage is removed again.

You whimper and moan, feeling so close already.

“Ye-es! Yes, please!”, you plead, whimper, cry out.

“Ca-Cass! More…!”, you beg, your moans and heavy breaths filling the armory with their depraved sounds. She laughs only, her dark eyes flashing. She loves to see you like this, so helpless, so eager, so utterly at her mercy. She knows what you want, what you have been thinking about.

You’re so close, feel yourself approach the edge as she jerks you off fast and rough, teasing your tip and squeezing each time at the top, dragging her hand down even as precum drips from your tip and runs down your hard cock already.

So close, so close…

You’re sure it takes only a few more seconds…!

Then, you cry out when her hand moves away again, leaving your cock drooling and twitching, aching painfully.

“Please!”, you cry out, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks already. She loves this, to keep you so sensitive, so utterly needy you’ll cry sweet tears for her when you don’t get what you want. She rarely gives in, but you know your tears and aching cock have your sadistic girlfriend’s pussy throb.

Your leash is tugged and you’re pulled back up your feet, your body still quivering beneath her touch.

Next, her lips are on yours, her tongue shamelessly shoving into your mouth and effortlessly dominating yours.

You moan, gasp, whine as more precum drips from you and onto the ground.

“Clean me, pet”, she whispers against your lips, her teeth sinking into your bottom lip as she pulls away and offers her wet hand to you.

Almost in worshipping fashion, you gently grip her strong wrist, moaning hotly when you lick across her palm. Like the rest of her, her palm and fingers are strong and scarred. You feel her veins underneath your tongue, suck and allow your tongue and teeth to drag against them lightly.

You taste yourself on her, the reminder of your near orgasm having your cock twitch and your balls ache again. When you open your eyes, you find hers are set on you, a confident, lazy smile on her dark painted lips.

Then, you allow your eyes to trail down subtly, down her neck to her choker necklace, her strong collarbone, her round breasts and hard nipples, to her muscular stomach and all the way to where her black jeans sit.

Your eyes trail along the chain hanging from them, the bulge in them. Your mouth waters around your fingers, wondering which strap she’s chosen today. The one matching her grayish skin tone? Large and long, a thick base and tip? Or the black one, even larger, with a rigged shaft and a thick tip and base? Or another one entirely?

She presses down on your tongue, demanding your attention again, and you obey instantly. While you’ve learned to love the pain she so dearly inflicts on you, you know it’s not wise to misbehave in the armory, surrounded by daggers and knives, swords and maces and what not for her to use on you.

“Are we going to be good today, morsel?”, she hums, her eyes boring into your flesh, almost.

Gulping, you nod. “Yes, my Lady”

Next, you only see a blur of your vision. You gasp when you’re promptly bent over the chair, your cock’s tip lightly pressing against the chair. You whine and whimper, feeling the leash tugged again.

Your back is arched slightly, just ideal for her and what she has planned for you. Your head spins as you feel her caress your ass, her sharp fingernails dragging into your skin and scratching you up.

As usual, the power dynamic between the two of you is obvious.

Cassandra, tall and powerful, pinning you against the chair. And you, leashed and collared, your cock dripping at the mere touch of your lover.

You hear her unzip her jeans, jump when you feel her strap slap against your ass cheeks.

Then, her hand is back on your cock in an instant, rubbing and stroking, turning as she jerks you off expectedly.

“Aah! Ye-ees!”, you groan, eyes closing, lips parting. You’re somewhat aware of what she’s doing, feel her press up against you and stroke her strap against your cock as she practically milks you to use your precum and cum as lube.

Pushing up against your balls and base, you feel, this is the black strap with the strange texture that never fails to make you see stars and pant helplessly for her.

Always, Cassandra utterly ruins you, often leaves you gaping and gasping, squirming for days as you attempt to get used to the stretched out feeling of your ass and the soreness of your freshly caged cock.

You’re shivering and whimpering, your back arched, your ass pushed against her front as she works you closer and closer to an orgasm with one hand and holds your leash to her chest with the other.

You’re feeling yourself get closer yet again, your balls aching, your face scrunching up when you’re so, so close. You drip down on her strap, groan when it’s rubbed against you to smear the wetness along you, too. She knows your body well, plays you like a violin, and she knows it.

Pleasure runs through your body when you get right to the edge, and you shiver and moan pleasantly when you feel her thick lips against your ear, her breath tickling it as she whispers;

“Cum”

A command, but also; permission.

Your body shakes and shivers as you obey, your cock trembling, cum shooting into her hand before it’s smeared right onto her large cock.

Larger, and thicker than yours of course, as it is with Cassandra. While not at all being condescending, she is superior to you in most things, and likes to remind you of this when she makes you look up at her, tugs and lifts you easily, and yes, even with her larger straps, enough to make you mewl pathetically for her.

Not giving you even a moment to recover, she first pushes her wet finger into you and pulls you close with your leash, tugging her finger to make space when she lines herself up with you.

Immediately, you feel overly sensitive again, holding onto the chair tightly when, at last, she pushes herself into you.

“AAH! Ngnnn, Ca-Cass’!”, you groan, gasping for breath when the leash is tugged again and your ass is completely flush against her.

She’s in so far, so deep, filling you completely…

With one hand gripping the leash and the other massaging your pulsing and drooling cock, she begins thrusting, hard and fast, giving you no opportunity to get used to her pace.

The armory is filled with moans and gasps, loud whines coming from your lips at the overwhelmingly good pleasure she grants you. You feel so sensitive, far too needy, but can’t bring yourself to be humiliated by this, not when she makes you feel so good.

Her strap massages your inner walls with every thrust, rubbing up against the wet heat while her hand works on your hardening cock.

Damn her, she has always been painfully good at controlling your body…!

“Fu-uuck!”, you groan, eyes squeezing shut again, your tongue poking out of your mouth. You only feel her, feel her so deep in her, feel her body curled into yours as her hips thrust powerfully.

“That’s it, pet!”, she cheers, laughing at your display of the pleasure she grants you.

You’re already twitching in her hand again, your hole squeezing her strap eagerly and drooling onto the floor between you each time she pulls out even a little bit.

You’re so close, so, so, so close to cumming already. You groan, find yourself craving the orgasm and becoming more and more desperate for it.

“Please..aa-ahh, please!”, you gasp, louder and louder the closer you get.

You’re so hard, so close…!

Of course, she knows.

Again, you feel her teeth dig into you, crying out and moaning loudly as she drinks. She does always insist, your blood tastes even sweeter when on the edge of an orgasm, feeling nothing but the pleasure she grants you.

You beg again, plead shamelessly for the orgasm you know only she can grant you.

Thankfully, it seems she’s in a good mood today.

Another series of powerful thrusts into you, and you’re pushed over the edge. You scream as you finally reach your orgasm, cumming against your chest and the chair, twitching and moaning helplessly as she bottoms out in you, thrusting and groaning, biting into your soft flesh.

You’re panting and smiling once you calm down, slumping onto the chair, your hole still throbbing around her and squeezing her strap.

Just when you think she’s in a kind mood today, you feel her hands back at your cock and cry out at the feeling of the cage against you.

“Please!”, you whimper, plead.

She only chuckles darkly in return, pressing a kiss to the bite mark now placed on you.

“Be good, and we will get to do this again~”

[strawberryscribblesandwrites]

Vampires vs Bath time

Marko x reader x Paul

Summary: your two blond vampire boyfriends visit you and things get a little steamy ;)

Author's note: I might do full smut part two we shall see

A cool breeze ruffled my hair, the smell of the sea being carried by it. That was one of the few perks of living right near the boardwalk, the fresh smell of the salty ocean.

Another perk was that I was close to my boys.

Ah, my boys. How could I begin to describe my undead delinquents? Well you have David, the ring leader, charming sinister energy to him at first but once you get to know him he had a soft spot for his lost boys. Dwayne is the silent brooding type, he loves reading and riding his bike with the others. Marko and Paul, the messy mischief makers filled with a childish hyperactiveness to them.

When I first met my boys they were well they were kind of a mess, only washing in the ocean, living then with frizzy matted hair- they would occasionally use the public showers near the boardwalks, but after meeting them I was adamant that they should keep good hygiene, especially if we were to all be in a relationship. David and Dwayne followed my rule and would pop in to have a proper hot shower or bath.

Now, Paul and Marko.... would try their best to remember but they would often get caught up in their shenanigans.

My radio was playing a loud rock song that reminded me of a thrilling night in the cave. I danced around my room without a care until the sound of a shrill wolf whistle and catcalling made me jump out of my skin. Spinning around to face my open window, I saw none other than the pair of blonde vamps. Their faces and clothes smeared with thick blood.

"What the hell" I whisper shouted at them.

"Aww baby don't be like that, it was a good show" Paul said with a smirk while Marko was giggling like a mad man. "Hurry in before anyone sees you" I said, shaking my head trying to suppress a smile at their antics.

"Do not touch anything" I said sternly as they came through my window. I walked to my set of draws and got the pair some comfy clothes to chuck on while I put their blood-drenched clothes in the wash. "Let me guess you were playing with your food and got too messy?" I asked them over my shoulder. "You could say that” David said “We were starting to stink up the place" Marko mumbled, like a child being told off. "I think we could have gone a few more days before we needed a good wash" Paul said in a joking manner.

"Gross" I stated.

Putting the boy's respective comfy clothes on my bed, I turned to the pair to inspect which of them needed a more thorough approach. Looking at Paul, he didn't seem too bad. His hair was stiff, as were his clothes- covered in deep, sticky blood. But other than that he didn't seem too bad. Marko, on the other hand, had his shirt half ripped and his soaked jacket looked particularly crusty. His chaps had seen better days, not to even mention how his hair was stuck together, all matted with blood clots.

"Paul you're up first, Marko baby you need extra care. I swear if you boys continue this I'll start treating you like actual dogs and just put you in the paddling pool and hose you down" I threatened

"Woof" Marko said smirking causing Paul to explode with laughter

"Sugar, we aren't that bad" he said breathlessly between laughs. I just hummed in response, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bathroom. "Baby, you just stay there. You can read some comics on my desk, I don't mind you getting a mess on my desk chair" I told him over my shoulder.

Turning on the taps of my bath, I added some soap and set some shampoo, conditioner and body wash on the side of the tub.

"Strip" I said pointing to the bath.

"Oooh, no need to be so snappy. If you wanted me naked you should just ask nicely" he said in a seductive tone.

"Not tonight casanova" I told him, causing him to pout.

I walked out of the bathroom giving him his privacy to get in the tub. Waiting, till I heard him shout through the door he was ready. I opened the door to collect his clothes.

"Hey baby, do you think you can wash my hair?" he asked softly. "Of course I can sweetie" I smiled.

Popping my head back into my room after I had put Paul's clothes into the washing machine, I was met with the sight of Marko, with his feet kicked up on my desk engrossed in one of my many comics. I made my way back to the bathroom, knocking on the door and waiting for a response before making my way in.

Paul lay in the bath, his wet hair pooling around his broad shoulders, his face and chest absent of the blood that was there earlier that night. "Hey Paulie" I said softly as I kneeled by the bath. He gave me a sweet smile as he sat up giving me better access to his head.

I truly loved nights like these with my boys. Sure they were killers, but they were also the boys that always treated me with love and care.

Kissing Paul's shoulder, I leaned for the shampoo, squirting some on my hand and massaging it into his scalp, causing Paul to let out a soft groan, my nails raking across his head."Have I told you how much I love you?" Paul breathlessly groaned as I started pouring water gently over his hair. “I'm always happy to hear it baby” I said, kissing his shoulder again.

I continued rinsing his hair until it was free of soap, repeating the process with the conditioner. “I could get used to this” Paul sighed, as the water sloshed round the tub as he started to stand up. “Well, I'm glad to hear that because I would prefer it if my boyfriend didn't smell like a corpse when I see him” I chuckled, wrapping a towel around his waist before he stepped out of the bath. “Aww, don't you find the smell of rotting sexy babe” he teased, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his bare chest. “Hmmm. Nope. I don’t think it is” I joked into his chest.

“Come on pretty boy, Marko needs a bath and a good scrub” I said, kissing his chest, causing a deep rumble to spread through him.

“Your clothes are on the bed and the hair dryer is in my desk drawer” I said, opening the door of the bathroom for him.

I leaned down putting my hand in the now lukewarm water to pull out the plug and let it drain .

Leaning my shoulder against the doorframe of my room, I watched as Paul moved over to my desk where Marko was sat. Paul leaned over him to get to the draw, allowing Marko to quickly lean up and kiss his jaw. “You smell nice” he told him. “Thanks bud” he said with a soft smile, retrieving the hair dryer.

Moving back to the bathroom as the last of the bath water emptied out, I replugged it, filling it with hot water and more soap, waiting until the bath was full until I called on Marko.

After a few minutes, he hadn't come. I decided to see why he was taking so long, walking over to my desk and leaning down over his shoulder. “Marko baby, why aren't you coming to the bathroom?” I asked softly.

“Babe, this comic is bitchin’. Look!” he said, excitedly showing me the panels of two characters fighting. Chuckling, I kissed his temple. “That's pretty cool, but ya gotta get a wash baby”. He groaned as he put the comic down.

We both moved to the bathroom where the bath was almost full of hot water and soap. “Pass me your jacket” I told the blond vampire. He shrugged off his jacket with a sigh. Giving a quick thank you, I moved his jacket to the kitchen where I could hand wash it.

I knocked on the door of the bathroom and waited for the okay from Marko to come in.

“Hey” he said, as I entered the steamy bathroom. “Hi” I smiled.

Marko was sat up straight in the water. Unlike Paul, he hadn’t bothered to rid his face and chest of congealed and dried blood .

Kneeling by the bathtub, I soaked the washcloth in the water, bringing it up to Marko’s face and gently scrubbed his chin. “You're both such messy eaters, you know that?” I asked with a chuckle. “We can’t help it babe, we just get a lil excited is all” he stated with a smile. I chuckled slightly at his response.

Gently, I grabbed his chin and tilted his head back so that I could wipe the blood from his neck. Occasionally, I would re-wet the cloth until his neck was clear of blood. I placed a set of soft kisses on his neck, up to his jawline. Pulling away from Marko, I dipped the cloth back in the water.

“Why are you so gentle with us?” he questioned.

“What do you mean?” I asked, while tilting my head and smiling softly.

“Well, I mean, you’re so soft with us. You make sure we are clean, and I mean- well look at you. You’re cleaning a bloodthirsty creature of the night” he stated. “I mean, you wash Pauls hair, you give David massages when he gets worked up, you sit and read with Dwayne, and don’t even get me started on how soft you are with Laddie. You buy him allsorts. You treat us so well and I don’t understand why” he said bewildered

“Hmm. Well, the answer is simple” I said as I brought my soapy hand up to his cheek. “It’s because I love you all, so very dearly” I smiled sweetly.

Marko broke out into a wide smile. “Awww, babe. You love us? Ewww” He joked as he pulled me into a kiss.

Pulling away, I gave him a soft look.“Alright lover boy, I should really wash your hair now. It’s all matted” I said. Sternly grabbing the bottle of shampoo, I started to lather his hair. “It smells like you” he mumbled to himself as I continued the process of lathering and rinsing until there were no more suds in his hair.

Grabbing the conditioner, I gently raked it through his hair before grabbing a comb to get the knots out of his curly hair, being careful not to pull and hurt him. Once I was done running the conditioner through his hair, I rinsed it all out.

“Alright, I'm gonna give your jacket a wash. I’m sure you can handle the rest from here” I said. Standing from the bathroom floor, I moved to the door.

Before I stepped down the stairs I went to check on Paul, he was on my bed, towel still low on his hips as he read one of the comics Marko had earlier. He’d turned the rock music on my radio higher, seeming comfortable

I carefully made my way down the stairs with the rest of Markos clothes in my arms. I walked into the kitchen, putting his jeans and shirt in the washing machine and setting it away along with Paul's clothes. The sloshing sound of the washer filling with water engulfed the silent kitchen. Grabbing Marko’s jacket, I filled the sink with cold water and detergent then began gently scrubbing at the blood stains, carefully, so as to not ruin it. I hummed a random song I had heard from the radio earlier as I worked away to rid the jacket of all the blood soaking it.

I stiffened as a pair of cold hands made their way round my waist.

“What you doing down here all by yourself?” Paul hummed huskily in my ear as his hand made its way under my shirt.

“Ah! Paul baby, your hands are freezing” I squealed, trying to squirm away from him.

“Well, you can help me warm them up” He mumbled against my skin. Paul started to drag his lips slowly down my neck until he reached the junction where my neck met my shoulders. I hummed at the feeling of his soft lips on the crook of my neck, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body.

“I heard you and Marko in the bathroom” He whispered as he began kissing and nibbling back up my neck to my ear, causing me to let out a low huffy breath. “We love you too” he said as he pulled away, causing my hairs to stand on end.

Groaning at the loss of one of my vampire boyfriends body on mine, I turned to see his face lit up with a devilish smirk.

“Come on, Marks waiting” He informed, deciding I could finish washing markos jacket later. I dried my hands on a dish towel before following Paul up the stairs to my room.

As I entered the room I was met with the sight of Marko drying his hair with the spare towel I had given him earlier.

“Hey baby” He said joyfully with a smile. I chuckled at his joy. Paul had once again wrapped himself around me as he swayed to the rock music on the radio. He would occasionally place kisses along my neck.

Marko soon made his way over to us both. He placed one of his hands on my hips as he brought the other to my cheek to pull me into a passionate kiss.

The feeling of Marko’s lips on mine mixed with the feeling of Paul’s nibbling kisses and occasionally licking my neck made my head spin.

“Boys” I groaned at there attack as I pulled away from Marko for air, leaning my head back.

This only allowed the pair to continue their attack. Marko dove in, attaching his lips to the underside of my jaw.

Paul pulled away giggling. “Aww, look Marko, we have them melting” Paul teased, causing the other boy to pull away with a smile.

“You boys are the worst”. I groaned at the loss of their touch.

“You sure about that sugar?” Paul said as he tilted my chin to pull me into a passionate kiss. Marko trailed his cold hands from my hips up my stomach, the feeling of his cold fingertips trailing up my chest sent shivers down my spine, causing me to let out a moan into the kiss with paul.

Marko continued his path, his cold hand grabbed my chest with a dark chuckle. “Your heart is beating so fast baby. Do we really get you going that bad?” He said as he lifted my shirt and kissed my hip before he made his way up my stomach. The feeling of his soft breathing on my skin made my stomach muscles tense. It felt like the most heavenly torture.

He pulled away, making me internally groan. “You made them all whiney” Paul cooed in mock sympathy, causing Marko to giggle as he pulled my shirt off.

His nails gently dragged my hips closer to his face the cold tip of his nose hitting just above my hip made my body shiver in anticipation, Markos eye flitted up to mine then to pauls.

Paul's hand trailed up my chest his hand trailed up my chest to my his hands were soft as he moved my head slightly to the side and slowly licked up my neck before I felt the nipping feeling of his teeth dragging along the tender skin below my ear. Marko had pulled away from my hip his fingers digging under the hem of my jeans with a smirk “mmm hey paul do you think they are desperate enough” he rasped to the other vampire “nope” paul replied Marko breathily My room once filled with loud rock music was replaced by my own breathy wines and moans mixed with the raspy teasing giggles of Marko and paul they really did love teasing.

[bellarkeselection]

Don’t You Have Anything Better To Do

Wattpad request mackleann Rip and reader get married and they get teased by the bunkhouse guys

Rip and I stood underneath the Yellowstone barn door where he had his hands on my waist with my arms around his neck while we shared our first kiss as husband and wife. Breaking the kiss I tilted my head towards the bunkhouse hearing the bunkhouse roaring with laughter. “What do you think those boys are doing at four in the morning?”

“Nothing good I imagine. This is when they act like dumbasses. Let’s go investigate.” He nodded looping his arm through mine while we walked towards the bunkhouse.

Opening the door we walked in on the cowboys and Jamie drinking and spinning on a baseball bat. Colby stopped spinning before he ran jumping away from the rope but Jake wrapped the rope around his foot making him land on the floor. “Don’t you boys need to be sleeping?” I put my hands on my hip eyeing the group.

“There’s the newlywed Wheelers. Care for a beer Y/n Wheeler?” Ryan raises up his beer reaching into the fridge holding one out for me.

Rip tilted his head at his offer when Jimmy asked. “Wait what time is it?”

“Jimmy it’s four in the fucking morning. Now what are you dumb asses doing?” My husband asked when I removed my arm from his taking the beer from Ryan and doing almost half of it.

Jake eyed me swinging the rope in my direction. “So are we expecting a mini Rip in the future?”

“Oh I don’t know about that. My daddy would be happy to have more grand babies I know that for a fact.” Shrugging my shoulders I noticed the x mark on the floor, kicking it with the tip of my boot. “What exactly were y’all doing with this?”

“Ya stand on the x and spin around three times. Then run and we try and rope your ass down on the ground. Do you want to give it a go?” Walker suggested nudging me as he walked past me to get another beer.

Rip crossed his arms over his chest sending me a light concerned look that only I would see in his brown eyes. “Even though she’d kick all your asses. I don’t think Y/n has to prove anything to you.”

“Fine let’s change the subject then. Do you ride her like a bull?” Ryan teased Rip where I swore he might get into a fight with him over it.

Rip stomped up until I got in between the pair trying to ignore the fact that they were asking about our romantic envolvment before we had been married. “You want me to prove something fine I will. Just warning ya my sister says she’s a beer. Well I’m a buffalo.”

“Woah I think we found out who the real boss is behind closed doors.” Colby smirked leaning back in one of the chairs at the round table.

Downing the rest of my beer I threw it on the ground taking the bat calling out to Rip. “Rip, let’s prove them wrong right. I bet that I can do this hood and you can rope me with your eyes closed.”

“Y/n, let’s not entertain the idiots.” Rip shook his head no not wanting me to get hurt.

Lloyd sat his hat down on the table. “That’s something I’d rather like to see.”

“Look we can either watch you herd her like cattle or we can talk about you sleeping with her.” Jake shrugs handing my husband the rope moving out of the way.

Rip moved his gaze back toward his wife seeing her give him those puppy dog eyes that he could never say no too. He walked forward over to his bosses daughter who was now his wife tuckings hair behind her ear. “Fine but if you get hurt I’m making them go to clean the barn after this from top to bottom.”

“I’ll be fine, baby…Ryan hold this.” Removing my light brown hat from my head tossing it at his face he almost dropped it onto the floor and fell out of his chair.

Placing my hands around the handle of the baseball bat I did three spins before I drew my head up and started running in the opposite direction of my husband. Rip followed the rules and shut his eyes slowly swinging the rope around giving me time to get some distance away from me. He then throws the rope and it tightened around my waist yet instead of getting thrown to the ground I squealed when he spun me back into his arms. “Woah hey there cowboy.”

“What do you say we leave these boys and finish this night alone together.” Rip smiled down at me with him holding me against his chest but he had me dipped down to the floor slightly.

Gripping the fabric of his black jacket I whispered up at him pouring my heart into his deep brown eyes. “Hmm some beer and time with you is the best ending to this night I could ask for.”

Rip and I started learning forward about to kiss until Jimmy asked nervously. “Are you two going to kiss…do we need to like give you the room or something?”

“Don’t you have anything better to do!” Rip growled tugging me up to stand on my feet laying my head on his chest.

Lloyd put his hands behind his head smiling. “Not at the moment boss.”

“Hey let’s go. I’ll take that.” Leading Rip by the hand that was intertwined with mine I reached over snatching my hat back from Ryan’s hands. Placing it on my head we exited the bunkhouse hearing the boys making kissing sounds when we shut the door in their faces.

Rip finally kisses me on the lips again when I pressed my body against his, gripping his shoulders underneath my fingertips. “I think it’s time we go to bed, Mrs. Wheeler.”

“You were right that they are dumb asses. But I am tired now so let’s go to sleep, Mr. Wheeler.” Sending him a grin I squeezed his hand in mine with us walking back to the house that my father has given him.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[azzysmate]

Back From the Dead - Prologue

Azriel x RhysSister Fanfic

Summary: Rhaen, sister of Rhysand, was supposedly dead for centuries, but what if she wasn’t? What if she was only trapped by something no one ever dreamed of being so dangerous? And what will happen when she appears at the border of the Spring Court and human lands barely alive?

1st Person POV - Rhaen

I hear a whisper of a voice inside my head, begging me to stay awake, to stay alive. I’m stuck, unable to lift my head or open my eyes. My surroundings are shrouded in darkness, and I can’t force my body to function at all. The only thing that registers is pain. The pulsing of my weakened heartbeat throughout my body. The pounding ache in my head. The burning scrapes in my back. The stabbing sensation in my feet.

My head is spinning, and the voice calls out to me again, “Rhae, stay with me, you have to stay awake…”

I know that voice. Its familiarity seeps into my bones and soothes my fear, but my eyelids are swollen shut. I can’t see them. When I try to pry them open, only the smallest bit of scenery comes in. Everything is blurred, and my memory fails to recognize the one who seems to be trying to save me.

Something squeezes around my waist, like someone wrapping their arms around me to lift me. All I can make out is obscured shapes and shadows.

“Please,” they crack out a plea, “Please, please, please.”

An overwhelming urge to comfort them hits me. I want to reach out and caress their cheek, tell them it’s going to be okay. Even if I die, they’ll be alright.

My body fails me again though, and when the unknown tells me to hold onto them, we jolt, and the sharp movement causes a cry of agony to rip from the back of my throat. I barely recognize it through the ringing in my ears, but it is coming from my own lips.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” they whisper against my hair, tucking me into the crook of their neck, “You’re going to be alright, I’m going to get you taken care of. I’m so sorry, Princess.”

The feeling of the wind making my hair whip around my shoulders finally penetrates through the torturous tenderness in my muscles. Then the name they called me sinks into my subconscious, sparking my past back to life.

It warms my insides, comforting me. A deep, soothing timbre that takes me back to my childhood. Learning to fly with my Mother and Rhysand. Being chased around by Cassian when I would practice my sneakiness by stealing his favorite dagger off him. Having Morrigan over for sleepovers and makeovers and crawling out of my bedroom window to go to Rita’s. Attempting not to stare at Azriel while we sat silently in the library, pretending to read until he’d smirk at me and tauntingly whisper, “Careful, Princess. You’re not subtle enough to go undetected by the Spymaster.”

An uneasy gasp of epiphany fills my lungs much too quick for my injured chest to tolerate. But it’s him, it’s his voice.

The Shadowsinger found me…

“A-Az…” I can only manage to choke out the one syllable of his name, but I know he hears it. His body tenses, and I wince.

“Rhaen,” he says, his tone still filled with anxiety, but there’s a hint of relief, too, “I’m right here. I’ve got you. You’re going to be okay, Rhaen, I’m taking you home.”

“Ho-me,” I drawl out raspily, and then I go limp against him as everything fades back into darkness.

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3rd Person POV

Azriel sits in a chair right beside her bed at Madja’s, one hand under his chin, and the other gripping Rhaen’s hand. The one connected to an IV and a couple other types of wires or tubes that he doesn’t really know the function of, but when Madja hooked her up to all of these different machines, he didn’t protest. He trusted the healer, who’d stitched him up more times than he could count, and stood by in an unexpressed panic.

He wasn’t sure how he remained so neutral, he’d never felt this type of dread before. It was damn near impossible to keep his emotions in check when it came to the Princess, it had always been that way since the day he first met her. And now, seeing her again, especially in the state he’d found her in, it took every ounce of willpower to stay on the sidelines and let Madja work. Although he felt helpless the entire time, he somehow managed to keep it together until she let him know she would pull through.

Then, and only then, did he let Rhys know what was going on. He didn’t want his brother to lose her a second time. He was more than willing to carry that burden alone.

As he sat there, waiting for his High Lord and High Lady to arrive, he considered all the possibilities that could have played out in the years Rhaen had been presumed dead. If she’s been alive this whole time, where had she been? What had happened to her? What had she gone through? Who was she with? And who the hell left her for dead near the border of the human realms and Spring Court?

His first thought was Tamlin. Surely nothing would happen so close to his territory without his knowledge. Then again, there wasn’t much left of it since Feyre completely burned it to the ground under the pretense of no longer being mated to Rhys. After the war with Hybern, Tamlin withdrew into his beast form, and he hasn’t been heard from or seen much since. Perhaps it had nothing to do with him. Even so, he was partially responsible for whatever had happened to her and her Mother. There had to be something he wasn’t telling Rhys.

The Shadowsinger had half a mind to send his shadows out there to track him down and send him a message. Preferably a bloody one. He was smarter than that though, knowing it would start some mindless civil dispute, and things were only just starting to settle down among Prythian.

There were more important matters at hand, like making sure Rhae didn’t wake up alone. Making sure she would wake up period.

He inhales a slow breath, letting her scent consume his senses and pacify the doubt of her being real. The scent he was certain he’d never smell again. But she was here, right in front of his eyes, still the most breathtaking sight he would ever see. The relief he felt from her being alive was tinged with guilt. Guilt for what had happened to her. Guilt for not being able to stop it. Guilt for never telling her how he’d felt about her. Guilt for never truly revealing himself to her when that was all she had ever done with him.

The door swings open abruptly, pulling Azriel out of his thoughts and causing him to stand up so quickly, he knocked over the chair behind him. His hands went to Truthteller on his hip, immediately going into protection mode. Rhysand and Feyre were revealed once his shadows receded, and their terror struck expressions disarmed him.

“Rhaen,” Rhys whispers hoarsely, simultaneously hurt and relieved, then he addresses his Spymaster without taking his eyes off her sleeping face, “How? When? Where?”

Feyre moves in closer to him and laces their fingers together, the rims of her eyelids silver with tears, as Azriel answers all of his questions, “I found her at the borderline of Spring and the human lands about five hours ago. I came straight here. As for the how, I’m not sure. She was barely conscious when I found her, and as soon as she realized who I was, she passed out. Madja worked on her nonstop for three hours, and she only confirmed she would pull through about twenty minutes ago. She wants her to rest until tomorrow, so she gave her a sleeping tonic along with the fluids in the IV for rehydration.”

The muscles of Rhys’ neck ripple as he swallows, and he squeezes his mate’s hand tighter.

“So… she’ll be alright?” he asks hesitantly.

Azriel nods once. “I wouldn’t have told you if Madja wasn’t sure she’d come back from this.”

This doesn’t settle well with Feyre, whose eyes snap to Azriel in outrage, “You wouldn’t have told him?”

As stoic as ever, even though there was no part of him that felt that way inside, he replies, “No. I wouldn’t have.”

“What?” she responds icily, but Rhys cuts her off before she can give him a thorough tongue lashing.

“It’s alright, Feyre Darling. He was only trying to protect me.” Her confused gaze finds the side of his face, and he finally looks away from his sister to give her a reassuring glance. “Imagine someone telling you your Father was alive, unsure of whether or not he’d survive. You would drop everything to come and see him, only to have him die before you arrived. I’m not saying it would be the right choice, but it would be better than causing your heart to break a second time.”

The High Lady’s posture softens, along with her eyes when they make their way back to Az. “I understand your reasoning, and I appreciate you wanting to protect him, Azriel. I don’t condone keeping things like this from us, but it doesn’t matter now anyway. She’s going to be okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you.” He only nods once more in acknowledgment. “So now we just wait?”

Rhys keeps their hands joined as he leads them to the opposite side of the bed from where Azriel stands and asks, “Did Madja say when she’ll wake up?”

“Should be out of her system in about twelve hours,” he answers, “The swelling has gone down a lot already, but she’ll come in to check on her periodically throughout the night. She says the cuts and scrapes will be gone by the time she’s awake, but she’ll be bruised and sore for a while yet.”

“Good,” Rhys sighs.

Az tightens the leathers that his siphons are attached to around his wrist and begins to walk towards the door.

“You’re leaving?” Feyre calls out to him.

Instead of making contact with her stare, his gaze locks onto Rhys’. “I’ll be back before the tonic’s cycle ends.”

Everything the Shadowsinger needs to know is conveyed through the expression on Rhysand’s face. He has the High Lord’s permission to make heads roll until he unravels the mystery of what happened to the Night Court’s Princess. He knows the limits. He knows the lengths he’s allowed. And that, along with his shadows and Truthteller, are all that he needs.

Within a second after he gets that confirmation, he’s gone, fading into the darkness he commands and on his way to find an explanation.

*First fic on Tumblr! I really hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think. If you guys like it, I will be posting more. Let me know if you want to be tagged 😘

[iinterstellaarr]

cupid, send help!

spencer reid x GN!reader

Summary: Ahh, young love! Is what everyone in the BAU would say if either of you realized the other also had feelings.

an: IDIOTS IN LOVE YES YES YES if yall have any ideas send them my way im in a writing mood also there is a slight mention of y/ns eye color my bad gang

Garcia thought she was going to rip out her hair.

It had been a month since I had spilled the beans to Penelope about my small, tiny crush on Reid.

Ok maybe it wasn’t so small.

“Ask him out!” She leaned back in her chair as I nearly choke on my tea

“Absolutely not! He doesn’t even like me like that! Also do you realize how unprofessional that is! Not to mention the amount of paperwork and explaining there’d be. Plus, no one in-“ I’m suddenly cut off when Penelopes warm hands are planted on my cheeks with a firm squeeze

“Hun, I love you dearly but cupid needs to shoot you square in between the eyes.” She pats me on the back as I dejectedly head back to my desk. I notice Spencer leaning over Morgan and the sudden quick smacks to Spencer’s shoulder when I made eye contact with him.

“Yep! Thanks for the help Reid!” Morgan’s eyes snap back to his computer as he clicks around a few times and pulls up some bullshit article

“Anytime!” Spencer quickly stalks back to his desk and tucks his head behind his computer as I sit down at my desk across from Spencer, observing the exchange between the two

“What’d you help with?” I look over his computer to a hunched down Spencer with a tint of red across his face

“Oh, you know! Just some… work… stuff.” He coughed slightly and the blush only got worse as he spoke, a loud slap could be heard through the bullpen as Morgan face palmed at Spencer’s weak excuse

“…Right.” My eyes darted back to Morgan who shrugged slightly and went back to his work

———

I groaned slightly and rubbed my hands over my eyes. This is the 5th time this week my favorite mug has been placed on the highest shelf in the kitchen that I can’t reach. I reach up again and strain to reach but before I could reach it I notice a hand grab it and place it in my reach at last

I smile and spin around to be met with Spencers brown eyes, suddenly very aware of the lack of distance between us.

“Thanks!” A blush blossoms on my face as he takes the biggest step back from me and plays with a button on his shirt. He stutters a bit before saying something along the lines of “Your welcome” and quickly walks away

“You have to be kidding me.” I watch Penelope walk over to me and dramatically fall in my arms, nearly knocking my mug out of my hands “All my hard work to make it romantic, ruined! All because Reids IQ drops when he’s around pretty girl!”

———

I can feel eyes on me.

Spencer had been staring at me for the last 20 minutes, at least.

“Take a photo it’ll last longer” I smile slyly as I look up and make eye contact with him directly, but instead of him shyly looking away his eyebrows knot slightly

“Your eyes have a little green in them.” His head tilts slightly “And your mouth parts when you’re focused, just slightly.”

“Dr. Reid, are you flirting with me?” He doesn’t look away. His gaze looks even more focused while he studies my face like it’s the last time he’d look at it

“I’ve been trying too for a while.” He mutters before quickly realizing just exactly what he admitted

“Really? Wanna elaborate on that?” I giggle as his face bursts into a red haze

“I mean.. well, you’re very attractive and your personality only adds to that! There’s no reason why I wouldn’t like you..”

“Spencer.”

“You let me ramble and never made me feel bad for doing so.”

“Spencer..”

“Your incredibly sweet, and not to mention funny too-“

“Spencer!” He looks up from the spot on his desk he was staring at “Do you wanna get dinner after work?”

“Yes. Please.. I’d like that a lot.” His dopey smile takes over his face as you giggle

“Yes!” Penelope slaps a hand over her mouth as she watches your interaction from the balcony “You owe me $10 Morgan!” She points to Derek who groans

[sugahbunnies]

BUCKET LIST ☆ 16

You look down at your bucket list, only a few items being ticked off. You nod in satisfaction and grabbing your tote bag off the ground. You are currently waiting for Saiki at his locker. Nothing else has changed for the past two weeks besides that. Although, forget your condition for a minute! Saiki has been visibly jealous, well .. maybe that’s too intense of an word. He seems irritable when you hang out with Toritsuka at school. His eyes roll, his shoulders slump, and his expression just screams annoyed when you leave him to pass time with Toritsuka. Now, Saiki is not one to show his emotions too much but this was an exception. Honestly, you did not really like Toritsuka in a romantic manner at all. Shocker!

You remember a horrifying moment when you were resting your head at the kitchen table and thinking, “If Toritsuka was Saiki, I’d be willing to make it work”. A screech came out of your mouth as soon as you said that. What about Saiki? You don’t like him at all, of course. Well, his eyes are a lovely color and the way he rarely has expressions is cute and all … NO.

You attempt to direct your thoughts somewhere, looking down at the uncrossed activities on your list. Hm? dye hair?

You really doubt Saiki would agree to dying his hair, even a strand of it a differerent color than his original. It was worth a try!

Saiki finally pops up behind you, the side of his fist hitting you upside the head. You jump from the sudden touch, looking bacj and smiling instantly.

“Kusuo” You say, lingering behind him as he grabs his shoes from the locker.

“Yes Y/n, what is it?” He asks with a bored tone, as if he knew what you were going to tell him.

“So like, wouldn’t it be so cool if like-”

Saiki turns around and shakes his head. “I seen your list before, I know what’s coming up and its a hard no from me”. You frown, crossing your arms and leaning against the locker beside him.

“Seriously? This has to be least craziest thing on my list” You know you’re telling the truth because you have a ‘lets get piercings!’ to check off. Saiki ponders for a bit before stating the obvious.

“Five coffee jellies and we can do whatever color, but just a strand”.

You stand there in defeat, “Five?!? You’re absurd”. However, you realize this might your only chance.

“Tomorrow after school? I got all the supplies” You bite your lip in anticipation, annnnd.

Saiki nods!

You feel like you just scored a five point goal, or whatever, you don’t know how sports work. You jump and down, not caring that Saiki is trying to calm you down because you’re bring way too much attention to the both of you.

“Bring those chips I like” He whispers, a smile tugging at his lips but he won’t let it show. “The double extra hot ones?” You ask, leaning in closer to hear him. Saiki places his pointer fingertip againsy your forehead and pushes you away.

“Too close” He says, walking past you. You spin around and pace quickly to catch up to him. Oh how much fun its gonna be to ruin his hair!

☆

Saiki lets you in his house, reassuring you that his parents are both out for dinner. You hold up a bag of the coffee jelly he requested, and another bag of the supplies. He’s visibly annoyed but you know deep down he’s excited. Maybe? You make yourself home as you’ve been here atleast.. seven times? You know his house layout because one time you insisted you guys should play hide and seek. Childish? Yes but it was fun seeing Saiki struggle to find you in his washing machine.

“Kusuo, you sure you’re not gonna run away from this?” You ask, setting up the supplies in the bathroom.

Saiki shakes his head, “No I don’t think so, but if you fuck it up, you’ll need to give me five more coffee jellies”. Your shoulders slump in sadness. “I won’t! I’ll just follow the instructions! It can’t be that hard.”

Saiki sighs, sitting in the chair you provided. He leans against the chair ad he watches you rip open packages and spill substances into a bowl.

“Seriously L/n, are you even reading the instructions?” He complains, horrified that the bleach is gonna break his hair. You mix the sticky substances together, and add a little bit more of that blue dye.

“I got it!”.

You’re applying the hair dye and you feel a pair of eyes locked on you. You shift your eyes down and see Saiki staring at you.. with the softest expression. He looks content? You move your hands away and stare at him back, silence filling the room. Saiki slowly raises his hand, his fingers brushing the hair away froim your visioin. You swear you felt your heart flip. But why would it flip? This is Saiki we’re talking about, your best friend?

“You know you got a bit of gold in your eyes?” Saiki murmurs, his fingers now tangled in your hair. You hiccup, mostly out of embarrassment and shyness. Saiki seems to notice this as he quickly takes his hand back.

“No I-I never knew” You stutter and immediately wanna go hide in the dark corners. Saiki nods, crossing his arms and avoiding eye contact with you. You cough, picking up the gooey hair dye and proceeding to add a streak of blue in Saiki’s hair. Both of you refuse to say a word. Saiki would be a liar if he said he didn’t felt his heart flip too when you locked eyes with him. Will he ever admit it to himself? I don’t think so. He still thinks he is not capable of developing romantic feelings for someone.

After what seems eternity, you tell Saiki to wash out the dye and you’ll be right back. You walk briskly over to the living room and breathe out heavily. You were still surprised about what happened. Saiki acted completely different back there, and it’s making you lose your mind.

“Oh for fucks sake, what was that?” You pace back and forth, a fist to your mouth as you still process what occured, “I swear if he’s playing with my feelings.. I mean what feelings??!”. You flop down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. He has been acting weird, ever since you been hanging out with Toritsuka. Maybe he’s just jealous, as a friend that you are spending your time with someone else. There’s no other reason to it, you think. You go back to the bathroom to check on Saiki. He faces you, a small smile playing on his face. The blue streak on his hair looks vibrant.

“I think I like it, nice job” Saiki compliments, returning to his nonchalant state. You grin, jumping and down towards Saiki.

“I know right? It looks so good, my turn!!” You sit down and place the bowl in Saiki’s hands. There’s still enough hair goo to go around.

Saiki sloppily applies it to multiple strands of your hair, practically giving you highlights. After a few minutes if comfortable silence, Saiki breaks it with a harsh statement.

“I don’t think Toritsuka deserves you” Saiki bluntly says, wrapping foil around the dyed hair pieces.

”And why is that?” You frown, looking up at him with sad eyes. It’s not like you like Toritsuka, you’re just bored.

”Anyone else can treat you better” Saiki explains, suspiciously avoiding eye contact now.

”And who can that anyone possibly be” You roll your eyes, not a simple person coming to your mind.

“Me, for example” Saiki mumbles, he mentally facepalms himself as soon as he says that.

What do I mean by that? I can treat y/n better? What the hell am I saying?

You pause, flabbergasted by what Saiki said. You nervously back up, feeling your cheeks heat up. Saiki seems to be surprised by his sudden words. He's leaning against the bathroom counter, his hands in fists. Saiki is not sure why he said that. He’s so sure he meant it in a platonic manner but a small part of him knows that might not be the case.

“I mean” He sighs deeply, trying to collect the right words to say.

“You meant that as a friend” You finish his sentence, urgently trying to make this awkward tension disappear. Saiki’s eyebrows furrow.

Right, just as a friend.

“Exactly, nothing else” He replies, his knuckles now white from balling his fists.

You smile, nudging him playfully. “Silly Saiki, you are the bestest friend”. Saiki nods, looking away to think to himself. Why does he feel off whenever you call him a friend? And there had to be an explanation as to why he feels a bang of jealousy when you’re with Toritsuka.

He looks back at you, watching you text away on your phone. You slightly giggle, your hand covering your mouth. Saiki suddenly feels a warm feeling in his chest.

That damn feeling again, dammit what is this.

Saiki continues watching you, a small smile tugging at his lips as you keep trying to hide your laugh.

Whatever this might be, I think I’m too fond of Y/n now ..

He had to figure his feelings out, all this is suspiciously signaling that his feelings are more than platonic. But how could this be? You’re his friend and he’s yours.

Saiki repeats the same sentence in his head that he has been for the past few weeks.

Y/n is a friend, y/n is a friend.

Or are you more?

[milkywaydrabbles]

Hi! Could you please do 30 on the kinktober list with Alucard if you get the chance<3

A/N: Here you go sweet nonnie!! It's a little on the shorter side I think, but I love me a good desperate Adrian Tepes mwuaahhh

Thighfucking x Alucard

Alucard was desperate. He was always desperate for you, really. But tonight he couldn’t wait to get home and get his hands on you. He almost felt bad for how dismissive he was of some of the townsfolk--that is, until he started thinking of your soft skin rubbing against his, plush body, perfect thighs.

Yeah, he couldn’t care less how he treated them at that moment. He’d apologize later. 

Heavy castle door was practically ripped off its hinges with the sheer strength he opened it. “Darling?” He called out, voice raspy. He didn’t hear much coming from around the castle, so of course he tried the usual places: the study? Nothing. Kitchen? No. Bedroom? Maybe? “Sweetheart?” 

“One moment, Adrian!”

He grinned, heart pounding in his chest--nearly bursting when you came out of the en suite bathroom in nothing but a silken robe. Seeing you in the robe was a normal occurrence, hell he wouldn’t think anything of it if he wasn’t absolutely falling apart at the seams for you. “How was your day, honey?” You mindlessly asked, towel drying your hair before draping the towel over your vanity chair. Before you could fully turn around, Alucard was on you--hands traveling underneath the robe to grope at your chest. “Adrian!” You couldn’t help but nervously giggle, this was out of character for the dhampir, but you don’t think you minded. “Sorry, darling--been wanting you all day.” Alucard barely got the words out before biting down at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but god did he think about it. Your knees buckled, legs already feeling like jelly the more he touched you. Fingers pinched at your nipples, dragging their nails over the skin and feeling them pebble. Your gasps slowly turned into moans, helplessly grinding your hips into his, feeling his hardening cock just a few fabrics away. 

His hands traveled lower,gripping at your thighs, fuck, your thighs were going to be the death of him. “Angel, you feel so good against me..” He whispered, kissing at your now exposed shoulders,gripping tighter at the plush skin. Your hands flew back trying to grip at his hair, already so turned on with how wreckless he was being. How obsessed he was with you. “A-Adrian, fuck, what’s gotten i-into you?” The question went unanswered, instead he opted to rip the silks off you and spin you around, trapping your mouth into a heated kiss that had your head spinning.  He lowered himself enough to grasp at your ass, picking you up with ease as you squealed into his mouth and wrapped your legs around his slim waist. Again you ground yourself against him, now your dripping pussy feeling his cock. Your hands gripped at his roots, tugging and pulling like he liked it, urging him to kiss you more--tongue licking into your mouth, sucking on your tongue, drool swapping into your mouth. 

Suddenly you were deposited onto the bed, small giggle leaving your lips as he looked down at you with a smile. You spread your legs, much how you always would when he was in a mood, waiting to get ravaged the way your lover always would--instead it didn’t come the way it normally did. Alucard dropped his clothes, taking his time and making you wait for it. You pouted, trying to hook your ankle around his waist to pull him closer. “Taking too long, Adrian, want you inside me already.” You whined, and it almost got him. Almost. Instead, he simply shook his head and pressed your legs together, hands squeezing the sides of your thighs to keep them in place. 

“Can I try something, my love?”

“Anything, Adrian.”

Fuck.

The dhampir kissed at your calves, once, twice, before licking a stripe on his palm, spitting in it, and lathering up the drool on his cock--pushing it in between your thighs. You audibly gasped, sending shockwaves through your body. He’d never done this before, and you couldn’t say you didn’t like it. Not when he dragged the length of his dick across your pussy like that. “Oh, sweetheart, been thinking about your thighs all day.” He murmured, kissing at your legs again while he humped your thighs. He made sure to stay close to your cunt, having your juices coat his dick each time he thrusted between your legs. It was such a small amount of stimulation to you, but you think you could cum just like this--watching him get lost in pleasure at the feeling of your thighs gripping him, his eyes hazed over with lust, mouth perfectly open so you can see his fangs dripping with drool--he was a sight for sore eyes. The most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, even when he was disheveled and fucking your thighs like an animal.

You moaned, tightening your thighs around him as he thrusted, and his nails dug harshly into your flesh. “F-fuck, angel, keep doing that” He begged, latching his teeth onto your calf as he humped you, making your toes curl and putting more pressure on his cock. Your pussy ached, wanting to be abused like that, a tease of what you could have inside you--but he needed this, and you would never rip him of these pleasures. “Keep fucking me, Adrian, feels good.” You urged, small pool of precum oozing from his tip at your words. “Want you to cum on me, please honey.”

Alucard moaned, fucking your thighs so harshly that as he gripped you, the bed would shake with the intensity of his thrusts. You kept talking him through his high, huffing and panting, because fuck, it really did feel good. “Darling, I can’t--ah fuck-- I’m gonna--” Thick globs shot out onto your stomach and chest, letting go of your legs panting he rubbed the remainder of his sticky cum on your pussy. You thought he was done, you really did, ready to take another bath (with him this time) and kiss away his troubles. But instead, the dhampir licked at his cum (holy fuck, you thought, that’s so hot) collecting it into his mouth and feeding it to you, letting it drip from his tongue onto yours. He made sure you licked him clean, before nipping at your lower lip and looking into your eyes. 

“Your turn, sweet girl.”

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God Tom wish Harry was cleared right now, what he wouldn't do to bend him over and make Harry take his thick cock right now. Instead Tom had another idea. "Are you up for a game sweet boy?"

It had felt like ages since they had done anything and Harry always loved Tom's games so his head was quickly bopping up and down. Tom's face lit up. "I am not going to penetrate you or anything okay sweet boy, but I have some other ideas for us to have some fun," he said smirking.

Harry threw his crochet project on the floor and stood attentively facing Tom. "First things first, go change out of those clothes into something more fun, surprise me baby," before Harry could run off Tom grabbed his face and pulled him in for a loving kiss on the lips, the boy instantly melted into Tom's touch until Tom gently pushed himself away to start him on his task.

Tom didn't have much to prepare, he fluffed the bed/ kneeling pad he kept under his desk and stripped himself of his bottom layer of clothing. He then sat back down at his desk pretending to be busy with paperwork. Harry was back quickly, but Tom pretended to not notice him, wanting to see what his little slut would do. Harry entered the room a little confused why Tom was just sitting at his desk, but he just assumed it was part of the game. He loved seeing Tom so focused on work, he looked so hot when he was all serious like that. Harry walked over in the satin slit dress he had put on. It wasn't the most revealing outfit, but Harry was still healing and wasn't quite up for anything too provocative at this point in time. He knew Tom would still find Harry irresistible and Harry could feel comfortable. He stood in front of Tom's desk, looking small and meek, his head was tilted down and his hands were placed behind his back. "I'm ready Daddy," he said with a soft smile.

Tom looked up from his "work" ,"What a gorgeous little slut, why don't you spin around slowly, let me take a good look at you."

Harry quickly obliged," What a beautiful slut you are, looking so gorgeous for me, what I wouldn't do to rip that off of you. Of course I won't I have something else in mind," Tom then rolled his chair back, showing his lack of pants and thick erection," Kneel under my desk now slut."

Harry obliged, not wanting to seem too eager so taking his time to get comfortable before looking up at Tom who was sitting above him. Tom rolled his chair back so his dick was in Harry's face. "Open up cum slut, Daddy has some paperwork to do," Harry did as he was told trying to calm down his personal growing erection.

Tom then thrusted his erection in Harry's mouth who eagerly began sucking. Tom grabbed the boy by his hair," I said I had work to do, I can't get work done while you suck me off."

Harry's eyes widened as he realized what game he had gotten himself into. He wondered how long Tom would make him kneel down here, and what to do about his own personal erection. His questions were quickly forgotten as he was trying to figure out how to breathe and swallow without interrupting Tom. He wanted to be upset at Tom, this game was bordering on cruel, but Harry was absolutely enjoying himself. Tom had kept one hand on the back of the boy's head and was fiddling with his hair. Harry loved the attention and loved being Tom's dick warmer. Eventually he got the hang of noise breathing and only swallowing when his mouth filled up with saliva and he managed to fall into a bit of a daydream like state.

He was suddenly pulled out of his state by Tom aggressively throat fucking him. Tom held the back of his head tight while thrusting so strongly into Harry the boy wondered if the back of his throat could bruise. Tom loved the feel of Harry's long hair in his hands, the boy looked so fucking pathetic he couldn't get enough of it. Harry loved being on his knees with Tom's dick in his mouth, the control was all in the dominating man's hand. Harry nothing more than a warm hole for Tom, and that's how Harry liked it. He was nothing more than Tom's sex toy in this moment and Harry was trying to be a damn good one. Tom was being absolutely merciless. Looking up he could see Tom lulling his head back in pleasure, the sight made Harry's dick twitch in pleasure. Tom let out a low moan, Harry could tell he was coming towards an orgasm. Harry listened to Tom's noises eagerly, having a hard time not touching himself. He would leave that to Tom.

Suddenly Tom had pulled himself out and was cumming all over Harry's open mouth and face. This boy was desperately attempting to get a taste of the man, but he managed to fail as the man was still grasping the back of the boy's hair. "You take Daddy's dick so good baby, your mouth was made to be wrapped around my dick, god you're such a beautiful sight, nothing more than a hole for me to fuck."

Harry whimpered and shifted on his legs, his erection bordering on painful. Tom tsked," I suppose you're gonna want me to deal with that," he said sounding playfully annoyed.

"Please Daddy," Harry knew it wouldn't take much for Tom to make him cum.

"Get up here boy, Tom said motioning to his lap.

Harry quickly obliged. Tom slipped his hand under the bottom of Harry's dress. Harry shivered at the touch he was so sensitive. Tom started kissing the back of his neck, the boy pushed himself closer into Tom. Tom started nipping at Harry's ear. "Daddy please, I need it, now," Harry cried out.

"Patience my love," he whispered into his ear.

He then started pumping Harry's swollen cock quickly. "What a beautiful slut you are, you know that, you did so good for Daddy. You're just a beautiful mess, you look so pathetic like this. My cum in your hair, begging for me to jack you off, so fucking pathetic."

Harry couldn't stand it, he was absolutely swirling with pleasure and he couldn't stop himself from cumming, Tom's pumping quickly becoming painful, but Tom released before it became too much. Tom kissed him on the back of the neck," What a mess you made, guess I'll have to clean all of this cum off of my beautiful little slut."

Harry melted into him, lost in the high he had been chasing and finally found.

[officerrrfriendly]

The Taken, 'All I Think About Now'

stranger things conjuringAU! priest!steve harrington x demonologist/clairvoyant!fem reader.

"And what did he say?" you poke nervously, leaning forward into your desk as you await a reply from the timid girl in front of you.

"Well he...uhh...okay so-agh," she groans, shaking her head before continuing "you're not gonna be pleased with me, well- you'll be pleased with me but not my answer to your current query-"

"Just spit it out, Robin." you shoot her a suspicious glare as you wait for her reply. She looks like she is about to explode into a poof of smoke, her face red and flustered with heat.

"He's on his way right now andhewouldn'tletmereplysoi-"

"WHAT?!" you would openly admit to anybody who asked that perhaps, at that moment- you had been unnecessarily loud and angry at poor, nervous Robin...who now stood frozen before you, eyes wide and fearful. She tries to ease your stress by joking "I would say April fools but you know boss, it's October!!...that and I'm not really kidding but- he's coming over because he's worried about you! isn't that sweet? yeah? that's...okay that's not- yeah that's clearly not helping you." she rambles, pacing back and forth around the room whilst you spin in your chair to look at yourself in the mirror behind you.

You almost gasped, an army of rollers currently situated themselves within your hair, a booger-green clay face mask piled thick onto your face and an ugly curtain-like patterned robe tied tightly around your waist, covering your person.

"Okay...this is-okay," you take deep, regulated breaths -just like your therapist had recommended - and turn to face your very apprehensive assistant once more, you question "Did he say when he was coming?"

DING-DONG!!

"About that..." Robin retorts, high-pitched as ever. She grimaces, bracing herself before you even respond.

"FUCK!!"

.•.•

You move at an inhuman speed as you scrub the clay mask off your face, not pausing to take any breaths. "Get off of my face, slimy bastard." you groan, using the flannel (or washcloth) to get the remaining contents off of your face, scrubbing with an endless amount of vigour.

Fortunately, it worked. You pat your face dry using the towel hanging on the rack beside you and quickly make work of removing the rollers sitting pretty in your hair. You knew you only had so much time to do so, as Robin could only distract him for so long. Ignoring the aching pain of ripping out the rollers from your head, you are onto the last one. This is the moment where you consciously decide that luck, is indeed not on your side today. It gets stuck, deeply embedded into the archives of your head. "Oh fuck!" you shout, slamming your hand on the bathroom sink.

The loud noise could be heard from the lower floor of the house, where Father Steve stood in the doorway whilst Robin rambled on about something he stopped paying attention to about ten minutes ago.

He immediately panics, as the loud shout is met with a deafening silence after. Politely moving himself past the dazed assistant in front of him he begins to run vigorously up the stairs without an ounce of hesitancy. He reaches the top of the stairs and calls out your name anxiously.

'Great, just fucking great' you mumble, tugging harder on the stubborn roller that sticks to your hair like it's superglued there. You sigh, deciding to not be a total asshole you reply, easing his concerns. "I'm fine Father Steve!! I'll be with you in a second."

.•.•

A short eternity later, you join Robin and Father Steve downstairs after successfully winning the fight against the tenacious nylon roller. And surprisingly, you didn't look like a total wreck...thank God. Now, you are sitting in your living room with Father Steve as you try to explain the situation at hand with the Byers family and how his assistance is required in this situation whilst Robin prepares some tea in the kitchen.

Notes of all different sizes and colours are scattered all over the wooden coffee table along with the polaroid of the young Byers child, smiling happily whilst holding a replica of a proton gun from Ghostbusters. The picture had been what had drawn you to take on the case in the first place. His smile held such child-like innocence, radiant joy...you felt anger in knowing that an evil entity had taken advantage of this blameless, pristine boy with a bright future ahead of him.

"I can see why this concerns you, I mean...this seems all too similar to...you know..." Father Steve mutters, hands clasped tightly together as he squeezes them, anxiously. And you did know, you knew all too well of what he was referring to. It had been all you'd thought about for months now, even heavier on your mind since visiting Maxine at the hospice. The sound of bones snapping, blood spewing, screams tearing through your earbuds and inhuman mumblings spoken from the tongue of the devil himself.

It makes you shiver in dread. You nod at Father Steve's implications before you return with "I'm going to visit Joyce, his mother, tomorrow to look at the house and possibly speak to Will. I need to gather some evidence to get permission from the Vatican for an exorcism...hence why I need your help. Please." You explain, tone rich in desperation as your sentence nears its end.

Your pleas don't fall on deaf ears - they never do when it comes to Father Steve - as he nods, lacking any form of reluctance. "Yes, of course. You don't even have to ask," he says your name softly before he proceeds further, "you know I'll come running whenever you call." As he speaks, he places one of his hands on top of yours- they're warm.

There's that funny feeling again. That one where your insides twist and slide about. It's sickeningly sweet, yet uneasy.

And before you can thank him, Robin waltzes in holding a fancily patterned tray you didn't even know you owned, holding three cups of perfectly made tea. You both quickly separate your hands from one another. "Who wants some tea, folks?" she asks in a fake British accent, raising her eyebrows up and down repeatedly with a smug smirk.

.•.•

July 4th 1983, The Hargrove Residence.

The wind swirls like a category 4 hurricane outside the diminutive white-painted house with the dull blue roof. Billy Hargrove groans deeply as he sits, tied to a wooden chair pulled straight out of the kitchen with some rope his father had lying around in the shed. His complexion was as pale as the porcelain vase stuffed with pink tulips that sat contently in the kitchen, blissfully ignorant of what was occurring in the next room.

Father Steve grips his bible like a vice, determined to exorcise the evil out of this boy. Lucas and Max are standing coyly behind you in the living room, holding hands. Billy's father Neil, furrows his brows, apprehensive of what's to come with Max's mother, Susan on his arm- shaking. And you...you are standing your ground.

A bead of sweat trails off of his forehead and falls onto the top of his thigh- staining his tight jeans with a circular wet dot. The inhuman-looking black veins in his arms grew darker- if that was even possible and he cried out, "Untie me fuckers!! fucking untie me now!!"

You sigh in frustration and walk over to the heater on Billy's right, dialling up the heat...but not without wincing before doing so. "Aaghhh! You fucking bitch!" and as he screamed, you could hear more than one voice spit those venomous words at you. The floor began to shake, like that of an earthquake- but you keep your composure. Father Steve goes to step forward with his bible- but you get to Billy first.

"No, you listen you son of a bitch!" you began to speak, leaning down in front of the taken one who sits before you, now face to face. "You are going to free this boy of your evil! Whether you like it or not, with the power of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit I condemn you from carrying out your devious intentions!" you spit out, with just as much venom in your tone and as soon as you uttered those very words he began to cry in agony.

This time, he doesn't look at you- he looks at someone behind you with pleading eyes. "Max, please!! You have to help me, you have to believe me, Max!!" he cries, his bottom lip violently wobbling with 'sadness' but in his eyes held no tears. Lucas steps in front of her, protectively, glaring at the boy bound to the chair in front of him.

You glance back at Max briefly, shaking your head "Don't believe a word he says, Maxine!" you warn. She gets up from her original position- leaning against the wall - Lucas grabs her arm softly, and she gives him a look of reassurance before mouthing 'It's okay.' She begins to walk in your direction. And for a moment, you think she's going to untie him...but she doesn't.

Instead, she moves the other heater and dials it up all.the.way. She looks at you and nods with sincerity- drowning out 'Billy's' cries of pain before moving her left hand to her forehead, swiping off a trail of sweat that began to moisten the top of her forehead.

The shaking of the floor intensified and items on shelves around the living room began to fall and shatter on the ground. You look to Father Steve and he nods his head, flicking to a certain page in the bible and you grip the bottle of blessed holy water that sits in the crevice of your cardigan pocket, itching to be opened.

But before you can act something unexpected occurs. Something sinister...the beginning of the end. Max is suddenly thrown to the other side of the room, her back hitting the wall on Billy's right. Susan screams and goes to run to her daughter's aid but Neil grabs her by the waist, stopping her. You're frozen in time and apparently so is Father Steve but not Lucas.

Lucas sprints to the other side of the room where Max was tossed and gets about halfway before an unknown force suddenly pulls him back. "No! Max, no!! Let her go, you asshole!" he roars in fury, storming over to the chair-bound devil. Father Steve holds an arm out to stop Lucas before he begins to read out of the bible. Max slowly finds her footing, standing up.

"I command you, unclean spirit, whoever you are, along with all of your minions now attacking this servant of God, by the mysteries of the incarnation, passion, resurrection, and ascension of our Lord Jesus Christ, by the descent of the Holy Spirit, by the coming of our Lord for judgement, that you tell by some sign your name and the day and hour of your departure. I command you, moreover, to obey me to the letter, I who am a minister of God despite my unworthiness; nor shall you be emboldened to harm any way this creature of God, or the bystanders, or any of their-" Steve stopped reading when he saw the horrified, pale look on your face. He turns to look at what you're seeing.

Max is floating in the air.

Susan becomes scared and tells Father Steve, "Please stop this!! I can't lose my baby!! Please!" she kicks and cries.

You utter to Steve, "Carry on, we have to get this out of him." as you pull out the much-awaited bottle of holy water, popping open the corked lid and begin splashing some at Billy. The floor began to violently shake and objects began to fly around the room, the wind picked up even heavier outside.

"-Possessions...they shall lay their..."

A blood-curdling scream rips through the entire home before a thud shakes the floor. When you look back at Max you gasp, feeling all of the breath fall out of your lungs. You run over the frail, weak girl and scrape her into your arms.

You look at her face, it's not a pretty sight to see.

One of her eyes had been gauged out, a stream of blood pouring out, whilst the other eye bears a long diagonal slash across it, the cut deep. She cries, "help me...please help me."

"It's going to be okay, honey...It's going to be okay I promise you that. Lucas!" you comfort, before calling to her boyfriend who you realise was right behind you this entire time. He shared the same look of utter, and sheer terror with you. You get up and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Stay with her, okay? Stay." you give him a look of sincerity before handing him the bottle of holy water. "Protect yourselves."

The lights began to flicker in the living room. The shaking of the floor is so intense that it makes you feel sick to your stomach- but you know that that isn't the only reason.

Steve sighs in apprehension before he continues with the prayer- this time he speaks it with more fire in his tone, and determination.

"And by the power of God, I condemn you back to Hell!!" he demands with a furious yell. Just as he nears the end of his sentence, the old clock in the hallway outside the living room chimed four times.

The lights go out completely for a moment, but the physical darkness of the room was shortlived as the lights jumped back on.

Billy Hargrove lay limply in the wooden chair, lifeless.

His head hung low and his eyes, nose and mouth poured with blood. His throat had been slit.

So.much.blood.

.•.•

You hadn't realised you had been daydreaming until you clock that a finger is mere centimetres away from your face, snapping constantly. "Oh, there she is!! She's back. Hi!! we missed you...you haven't touched your tea yet, Psychic Sally." It's Robin, her tone burns with amusement but her gaze is full of concern.

You manage a dry laugh, shaking your head. Before picking up the cup of tea and bringing it to your lips, taking a sip.

"Sorry...sorry yes- yeah just got distracted, s'all." you lie, placing the cup down onto your favourite 'The Beatles' coaster. And if there was one thing about the people who had spent enough time around you to actually know you, it was that they knew when you were lying.

He knew.

He would ask you about it later, he had decided. But as of right now, he would remain professional. Right now, he was Father Steve- but after you've discussed tomorrow's plans...he would just be Steve.

A 'friend.'

"So...let's make a plan then, I thought it oughta be best to be more prepared this time because- well you know..." you suggest, face scrunching up in frustration at your inability to even utter words about that night. Father Steve nods knowingly, before smiling at you with reassurance. You glance back at him and realise that this is the first time in a while, that you have been able to properly look at him.

That dirty blondish-brown hair of his was styled perfectly into a short mullet, it was longer than it was the last time you had gawked at it- more unkempt. And even though it was fall, he still had that sunkissed glow on his skin like aphrodite had kissed it herself, and that smile- that goddamn smile. Pardon your French, sorry God.

Robins looks between the two of you as she takes a gulp of her tea, hiding her smirk in the crevice of the cup. She will heavily quiz you on this later. Why hadn't you both talked sooner?

The phone in the hallway began to blare out receptive 'brrrlliingggg's and Robin sighed, getting up from her spot on the couch before she turned to you both. "I'll be back, lovebirds."

You huff, trying to avoid the heat you feel travelling towards your face. He does the same, chuckling lightheartedly. You missed that sound, you didn't get to hear it a lot.

It was admittedly, very nice to hear, the nicest.

Whilst the two of you began to arrange meeting times for the morning, Robin made it to the kitchen to answer the phone.

"Hello?" Robin answers, twirling the wire of the landline around her finger whilst she anticipates an answer.

"Oh...um...hey, I think I may have the wrong number- I'm looking for," she says your name, nervously, and there's a silence after that ensues for only a short period before Robin intervenes. "Oh! no not at all, she's just in the living room...hold on," she covers the phone with her hand and shouts your name followed with "phone!"

To which you excuse yourself from Father Steve, who is sitting looking through the file you had written earlier that night regarding the Byers' case.

You arrive at the kitchen and thank your lovely, yet sometimes painfully annoying assistant as she hands you the phone and you say, "-Hey there, who's calling?" whilst propping yourself up against the kitchen counter.

"It's Max, we need to talk...like- right now." She quietly whispers, sighing. You stop leaning up against the counter and stand up, concerned. "Yeah yeah, what's...what's up?" you ask, unsure of what her answer will be.

"I had to whisper for a moment, sorry. My carer was just here- she helped me dial- doesn't matter...But it's happening again...isn't it?" Her voice wavered with fear, and full of solemn dread you muster up a reply.

"How do you know that, Maxine? How do you...?" you blurt out with a mixture of confusion and fear coursing through your veins. You hear her sigh on the other end of the phone before she shuffles around in what you assume is her armchair.

"How many times do I have to tell you, it's Max," she jokes, trying to diffuse the tense atmosphere. You sigh, not in a joking mood when it comes to her safety and involvement in the situation at hand.

She huffs... before she speaks again.

"Joyce Byers called me today."

.•.•

HEY!! sorry for the delay in posting this chapter, had a super stressful and jam-packed week!! but things should be back on schedule now! thank you all so much for the support and thank you to @stveharringtn for being there for me so much!!

taglist: @stveharringtn, @be-the-spark-bitch, @ravenhellfire86 , @kitdjarin1 , @sage-glowstick

let me know if you would like to be added!! i’m posting some extra bits today, like pictures of readers house, pictures of maxine’s home at the hospice, etc!!

[stxrlng]

Could I request Miguel O’Hara x Fem Scientist who has been rivals with him before he became Spiderman, and over the years has developed a crush on him

Ugh yess i feel at some point in any miggy fict the reader has some typa conflict with him totally understandable cause he is a lot to handle.

My pretty scientist

pairing:Miguel o’hara+fem reader

warning:small amounts of smut, plot, getting ate out, pussy drunk, MIGUEL IS A WHOLE WARNING AS IT IS,

“Mr. O’hara this is scientist y/L/n” you step closer trying to get a better look at the man he moved around on the spinning chair then stops and looks up locking eyes with you he scoffs and then looks down.

something in that moment made you hate him you despised him but you chose to ignore him you go on for the rest of your walk through figuring things out.

weeks to months went by Miguel saw you as a rival and not an equal that made you so mad but it didn’t stop that little crush you had on him every thing about him made you like him more even tho he was a total asshole.

soon coming up on your second year mark he started acting weird not coming to work as much showing up late he always looked tense tired so you decided to do something crazy instead of asking him what’s wrong you decided to follow him.

after work you followed him out for some reason he didn’t walk to his car as usual but into an alleyway close by he stops and you hide behind the wall turning just enough to see him he yanks his top off leaving his very toned upper body out his veins turning red his eyes glowing claws come outta his fingers he jumps on the wall crawling up it then jumping to the next building out of sight.

you go home scared outta your mind trying to forget about it you make it into your bed room getting ready for bed thinking of calling in sick the next day you get in bed ready to just forget before you hear a screech at the window looking up fast only to see miguel eyes red hair messy breathing hard the sight was so unholy you slowly walk to the window opening it he pushes in slowly towering over you, you back up and fall onto the bed you try you get to get back up before he’s right on top of you trapping you.

“I promise I didn’t see anything please don’t hurt me” you whispered trying to hide your face in the covers he pushed his head into the side of your neck then relaxed his body and grabbed your legs spreading them so he could lay between them caressing your sides kissing your neck his fangs scratching your skin making goosebumps scatter on your skin.

"Y/n you feel good" he groans out the pool in your panties keeps getting wetter he rubs his nose against you sniffing "Your smell is so toxic" he moans into your shoulder then biting down causing you to jerk up into him whimpering out "Miguel please" you claw at his back something flows through your veins something that makes you still "It's ok its gonna feel good soon" you trust his words.

soon your body has reached a euphoric state all you can feel is him his mind links with yours his thoughts rush to you it’s you your all over his mind painted in his brain you arch into him so you’ll feel closer to him.

he rips your panties off in a swift motion he grinds his groin into you he stops slowly moving down placing kisses all over your body making it all the way down to your thighs licking kissing biting them groping the soft flesh.

finally making it the place you want him to be he licks up your slit collecting your juice’s going clock wise around your clit making you jolt up his hands crush your hips you reach for his hair gripping hard grinding against his face “Miggy don’t stop” you whine out he goes faster your hips trying to keep up with his tongue.

your legs tighten around him and your hips jerk as you come all over his face leaving a big mess on him his eyes glazed over with lust as you try your best to calm down your heart racing he gives kitten licks to your sweet cunt making sure he got everything.

before you know it u pass out leaving him and the empty silence by themselves.

[raphaellathedragon]

«✿❀-Summers by the Sea Part 2-❀✿»

Modern!Aegon xfem! Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Word Count: 4118

Warnings: Excessive drinking, partying, and sexual references.

A/N: My writing and fangirling bestie @f4ll-for-you greatly inspired this chapter, ily.

Posting some Aegon II as it is TGC's bday today too! Haha

Hope you enjoy!

You hadn’t seen much of Aegon since he abandoned you on the wet sand, leaving you wanting nothing more than to satisfy him as he did you. In fact, it had been two whole days since he so much as looked in your direction. 

Not even at dinner when you’d ask him to pass the fruit or bread would he attempt to make eye contact, constantly glancing off to under the table where his phone would light up. He would smile down at it, and force you to withstand the tapping of his fingers against the screen. Perhaps something else had his attention, no—someone. 

Someone else.

Spending your days with Helaena outdoors was pleasant, for the both of you traveled down the sea to look for beetles and sand crabs hidden below the surface of the shoreline.

The same sea where Aegon pulled you close to him, gripped your waist as he gripped his cup, and kissed your mouth with adoration seen only in 18th-century set romance films. 

It was comedic, really. 

Your mothers had always joked that you would end up falling in love with Aemond or Aegon, and get married, only sealing their motherly friendship bond further. 

But that was before Aegon had exhibited self-destructive behavior… before he became unrecognizable…and before Alicent even disliked him to the point where she couldn’t watch the two of you hold each other in a deep embrace.

You wondered why she would have looked away in disgust, though. Was she sure that Aegon would poison you with his impulsive, deadly choices?

Though hard to admit, it seemed he already had.

But! Today was going to be a good day; there would be no thinking about Aegon…and how you fit against each other like missing puzzle pieces that were found and finally aligned. 

You looked around your room, pulled on a pair of black Ray-Ban sunglasses, and brushed your hair till it softened beneath the touch—the wind had picked up the past few days, and the knots made it show.

The sun was bright in your eyes and boiling against your skin as you walked outside the house, greeting Alicent and your mom, who sat in white, reclined lawn chairs beside the pool with drinks sprawled into their hands. 

“Daeron was looking for you, Y/N,” smiled Alicent as she took a sip of her smoothie.

You clapped your hands together in and spun back towards the door of the house, but before leaving you returned a similar grin, “Okay. I’ll go find him,”

Daeron always came to you to participate in mischief or revel with you in the pleasures of his hobbies. It was enjoyable, after all; who knew that you could fly a homemade slingshot up 70 feet in the air?

You looked around the house and then through the lawn, but no Daeron was in sight. 

Where could he have gone off to?

But then you thought back to last summer when he claimed that he would be able to seduce the people in the nearby town with only a smirk and ripping his shirt upwards to reveal his undertoned stomach. 

Yep. That’s where he would be.

In the town. 

Quickly, you dragged your turquoise bicycle out of the garage and made your way to town, waving at the people walking by who sported flip-flops, swimsuits, and sun hats that drooped down to their eyes. 

And upon arriving, seeing only the first few shops which radiated primary colors on their exteriors, there was Daeron, spinning in circles, winking at bystanders, and sticking out his belly button for all to see. 

You laughed, jumping off your bicycle and holding your hand up to your mouth, "Daeron! Stop that!" 

"Y/N, I was trying to find you earlier outside," he exclaimed, throwing down his shirt and taking your hand in his as you locked parked your bike with a ring-lock on the side of Baratheon Bridals. 

“Well, Daeron, it makes sense you couldn't find me. I was in my room,"  

He then let out a deep sigh and continued on, ignoring that he barely opted to surveying the house for you, "So, I overheard my brother, you know, the moody one-"

You scoffed, “I’m sorry, you are going to have to be more specific than that because, as far as I recall, they are both a little moody-" 

Daeron chuckled and clarified, "Aemond. Aegon isn't really moody; he is just an asshole."

“I suppose that’s true.”

"Anyway, I overheard Aemond talking to that old woman that somehow wants him although she is like older than mom about a party tonight on the beach,” Alys, "And… I was hoping you would go with me 'cause you know you're like the life of the party!" 

You squinted even under your glasses to decipher where that was coming from, "Daeron, you have been to a party with me once, and you know I don't particularly enjoy drinking,"

He squeezed your hand and smiled, "Yes, but come on. It will be so much fun. You don’t have to drink anything if you don’t want to. You know that.”

Unwanted thoughts then fluttered around in the back of your mind.

Aegon might be there…Aegon would be there. 

It was a party after all. 

"Fine." You muttered, secretly letting your intrusive thoughts win. 

Daeron then applauded with a boom, causing onlookers to shudder away from the loud commotion.

After a couple of hours passed, you were in your room running your hands through the pile of clothes you had still neglected to unpack, pulling your hands every which way in search of the perfect outfit. 

You wanted to look adorable, actually not adorable, sexy. 

You had mentioned to Helaena that you were going out, and her eyes twinkled her happiness at the prospect of her girlfriend having a night out. Still, she declined to accompany you, as she previously expressed her distaste for loud noises and heavy crowds. 

And even though you had told yourself that you wouldn't think about Aegon anymore, you couldn't help but imagine him at the party tonight, lips entwined with another, driving his body up against theirs under the stars just as he did with you. However, this time beer or vodka would trace his tongue, and he would be wild because of it. 

If he was going to become animalistic, feral, yet carnal, it needed to be with you. Only you.

Then you thought back to searching for an outfit.  There it was, a pretty scarlet bikini that made you pop in all the right places; it was the suit Baela and Rhaena bit their lips at when you wore it at late spring pool parties. And you remembered you packed a matching red sarong to wrap around your waist.

But! It wasn't fair that he didn't say anything, that he didn't so much as look in your direction even when your glares urged him otherwise. It was cowardly; you couldn't believe there was a time when the two of you were inseparable. 

Not knowing each other at all seemed to be something he had taken a liking to. 

Footsteps clattered across the floorboards confirming that it was the hour of the wolf; Aegon and Aemond were leaving. 

It clear Aemond would disapprove of Daeron attending, so you and him decided to leave a couple of minutes after the them. 

Eventually, after looking yourself up and down in the mirror a couple more times, Daeron came and pushed the door open, "Wow, someone is looking good!" 

You smiled and playfully pushed your hand across his arm before making your way with him to the beach lit up with campfires, crowds of people, drinks scattered in bottles across the sand.

"Sweet," Daeron nodded in approval before beginning to walk off to a girl on the other side of the beach who was waving him down.

What! 

"No! Daeron!" you exclaimed, looking around the waterfront in confusion. 

Daeron only turned his head back and nodded, "You got this, Y/N!" 

Without warning, you spotted Aemond interwoven with Alys on the edge of a bench, ignoring anyone who gathered around as he sweetly kissed her. He didn't seem to have a care in the world, which was good for him. Maybe she was good for him; he needed to loosen up.

Then, as you turned your head back into the direction Daeron had traversed off to, you caught another wave of silvery hair. His locks flew slightly with the breeze and he was wearing the same swim trunks that cupped his hips just where they needed to.

Aegon.

He laughed into a girl's tits, licking his way up as alcohol poured between her breasts as another man leaned a can over her shoulder. You listened as she let out sweet, playful giggles and observed as he grabbed her face, pressing a solid kiss against her lips before letting go and screaming, "Who's next?!" 

You realized maybe coming was a bad idea. There was no world in which you should have confirmed how little he cared about you. Sometimes ignorance was truly bliss. 

But you couldn't let him win. He humiliated you by leaving on your back against shore and refusing to acknowledge you.

He was going to pay for this. 

You saw one of the guys Aegon was standing with, looking you up and down, taking in the entirety of your body and outfit, admiring you—practically clawing at you from across the sand, and he was, really, cute.

He had a sweep of dark, chestnut hair and a charming smile. Not to mention, as he lifted his arms, you saw an invitation. 

Your feet began to move faster than your mind, and you picked up the bottle of tequila that was lodged in the ground in front of you, dragging it up to your lips, uncaring of the consequences to come. 

The liquid flowed through your lips and down into your throat. 

You winced, but the pain of the spicy, sweet flavors was nothing compared to the revenge you wanted. The revenge you needed.

With haste, you walked up to the boy, watching as Aegon shifted his gaze ever so slightly, realizing that you were here, and you just saw him taste the chest of another ever so eagerly. 

The boy grinned widely, and you took that as your cue to fly into him, pressing your lips together with his and traveling your hands across his chest with demand. 

He left you no room for you to feel unwelcomed, lining his hands firmly against your sides, one even dropping to hold your ass. You even noticed him harden at just the touch and kisses alone but you bit his lip back and pulled back from him to take another swig of tequila, not even grimacing this time at the sour that fell deep into your system.

“Some for me?” the boy whispered, grabbing the bottle while keeping a hand against your backside.

“I want you to lick it off of me first, just as he did with her,” you breathed, loud enough for everyone around to hear, looking back at Aegon, whose eyes were wide and mouth dropped slightly in irritation. He no longer avoided your gaze; he looked on the verge of rage, tears biting at the corners of his eyes.

Good. 

You then got a good look at the girl whose tits Aegon had in his mouth and smiled, it wasn’t her fault, and Gods, was she sexy, but she chose the wrong guy. 

“You’re too hot for him,” you muttered to the girl before turning back to the dark-haired boy who looked hungrier than ever for a taste of your skin. 

You stood on your toes and pressed a deep kiss again against his lips before grabbing the bottle out of his grasp, feeling the effects of your chugging all of a sudden—the world blurring slightly to where you laughed at your own free will before tilting your head back and running the liquid down your front.

He wasted no time, his mouth opened, touching your skin while his tongue traced the lines of wetness, forcing you to giggle at the desperation.

When he was finished, you changed the bottle of tequila in your hand for the bottle of vodka in Aegon’s, pushing the substance into his chest while pulling the other out of his unmoving fingers.

“Vodka has always been my favorite,” you laughed before drinking it, spinning around in a circle, falling back into the random boy, and letting his arms catch you. 

Aegon threw the bottle into the ground and looked back up at you, his platinum hair falling slightly between his newly teary eyes, “Y/N,” he muttered before walking off into the distance. 

As the party continued, you hadn’t realized how much you had drank, and how distorted your perception of reality had become. The music went loud then quiet, in then out, as you spun in circles, jumped between lovers, and danced, pulling your sarong off and letting your skin touch closely with the girls who wanted to dance intimately under the gleaming night sky.

The contact felt electric, like lightning bolts engraved into your skin, and laughter caused you to topple over, losing your balance. 

You saw Aemond make his way over after he had been watching you for some time to make sure you weren’t doing anything stupid.

Without any indication, he pulled you to the side away from the crowds, “Y/N, you need to go home now.”

This new stern Aemond was interesting, to say the least, “What are you, my dad, now?” 

“Fine. You leave me no choice,” With that, he picked you up and tried to carry you from the deafening bustle. 

“Get off of me!” You whined, hitting his back as he pushed you further up his chest to where you fell over his shoulder. 

This was not a fight you planned to lose. Why wouldn’t he just let you have fun? Aegon did this all the time! Why was it suddenly a crime when you do it?

You squirmed and picked up one of your hands to motion a signal for help, motioning to your dreamy brunette, who made his way after you, pulling your arms from Aemond’s back forwards, toppling you over the top. 

“Ow!” You cried as you hit the sand like a rock, but then your feet spoke too soon once more, carrying yourself upwards and making a run for it with the boy. 

“Y/N!!” You heard a shout after you in anger. 

Aemond shook his head in distaste and bit down on his lip; you were fucking relentless. But he realized now you were not his problem to fix, and he headed back toward Alys, who rolled her eyes and spread herself down on her side in the sand. 

You ran to the shoreline together and pumped your fists at the sky, cursing Aemond, who tried to take the party away from you. 

What a buzzkill!

The boy then tried to push his lips into yours, but you realized a sickening contagion was spreading in your stomach. The stars above began to twirl, and you couldn’t hold your balance and fell into him for support.

Then, he tried again, dipping his head low to press a kiss to your lips, “No!” you blurted out, all while hearing footsteps travel up behind you. 

The boy was visibly annoyed, “C’mon!” 

“Dude, she doesn’t fucking want to,” you hear a familiar voice say, but your eyes don’t allow you to see clearly, only snips of pearly white hair and lavender blots for eyes.

You wanted to focus and see who was there but your stomach cried out, and your vision dimmed, causing your body to fall weightlessly into the sand with nobody to catch you. 

"Fuck!” the recognisable voice exclaimed.

Aegon ran to you immediately, pushing the guy aside, "Get the fuck out of here!" He shouted before climbing down to look down at your limp body in front of him. 

He grabbed your face, pushing himself down far enough so he could sink his head down to your nose to make sure your breath hadn’t thinned, “Can you hear me? Y?N?" 

When no response greeted him, he groaned, "How much did you drink?!”

Aegon needed to get you to a bathroom quietly and quickly without waking Alicent or your mom. 

"Ow!" you snickered, feeling the weight of the hand on your face.

“Y/N?” 

"Shhhhhhh! I am sleeping." 

You picked up your pointer finger and pressed it firmly against your lips, "You are waking a giant! Fee-fi-fo-fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman! Be he alive, or be he dead! I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!”

"I see that I am waking a giant indeed, but sweetheart, we need to get you inside," he chucked, with worry slipping through each crack in his voice.

You drew your hand up and pinched his nose, "I think I know you; you're pretty," then with a scrunch of your nose, you continued, "I would compliment you some more, but I think I am gonna be sick,"

With a turn, you gripped your stomach, let out a cry of pain, and arms surrounded you from the front and pulled you into them, your body in a ball against Aegon's. It was time to get you out of here. 

He held you, making sure there was no way you could leave his grasp, or leave him at all. And as he watched you tilt your head back in torment, he pressed a light kiss to your brow, trying to get you to calm down. 

It was your first time being wasted; he knew that. Aegon had always known you hated feeling ill at all so you refused to drink more than one glass of wine at dinner.

Your arms reached around his neck, and you relished the gentle, warm touch that enclosed you. The house doors drew open softly, and the boy took you up the stairs, making sure not to step on any cracks that would make you jump with the noise. 

Alicent and your mom would already have been swept into the night by dreams, allowing Aegon to accompany you into the bathroom.

"I don't feel very good," you reiterated quietly as he set you up against the toilet seat, sweeping your messy hair out of your face. 

It was clear that you would need a shower before being tucked safely into bed too, for sand was woven into your hair, and alcohol swam across your skin, making you reek of a mixture of the substances. 

But first, Aegon needed to get you to throw up. 

After brushing the hair out of your face, he gathered it in one of his hands and sat down beside you, kissing your cheek sweetly, "We are gonna have to get you to vomit," 

There it was. Throwing up was always one of your greatest fears. It was known to all that you would roll down a hill blindfolded rather than regurgitate anything. 

Your chest started to rise and fall quickly, and your hands began to vibrate, shaking, "I can't," you began to cry, tears falling quicker than you could catch them. 

"Yes, you can, angel. I am right here."

Your hands kept wiping at the water slipping down your face, your nose continually scrunched, sniffling, and you felt kisses frequently against your neck, and a voice breathed, "Baby, it will be okay, come on."

"I can't," you whispered back, the worries transforming from fear of vomiting to worry that you were losing Aegon forever. 

Every summer, he was your safe haven, the laughter on a day when the sun hides behind the clouds in the exhaustion of shining. He was the sweetness only a honey cake could dream of providing. 

There was a time when he would tickle you up against your mattress and wait till you were out of breath to slump down next to you and look into your eyes.

And the past two summers, he was scarce. Gone. And you didn't want to add another summer to the list—a third summer without his playful demeanor. 

Helaena was one of your closest friends, it was true, but losing Aegon not only left a damper on summers by the sea but a deep thunderous empty hole in a heart that was once full. 

It was selfish of you to admit to yourself, but it was true. 

"I can't lose Aegon," you said accidentally out loud in a sob but realized there was no harm in admitting it as your pain had swelled to where no veil could hide it anymore. 

"What?" Aegon exchanged, taking his mouth away from your soft skin to get a better look at your face.

"He doesn't care about me anymore. We would only see each other in the summers, but still, he was like my best friend," you raised a hand to your mouth, trying to stop your blubbering from continuing, "I think he doesn't want me at all anymore. The past two summers, all he has done is ignore me. I know we are getting older, but I just thought-"

"You thought what, angel?" 

"I thought he might have liked me because he kissed me, that maybe since we aren’t kids anymore, have something genuine,”

Aegon felt as though he was about to cry, too, tears begging for release. He hadn't thought she had cared about him. And he also realized that she likely didn't know it was him sitting with her now. 

And yet, she still talked about him with affinity, a sense of compassion he had not felt in years.

His mother believed him a disappointment, and it wasn't like he could find solace in his siblings. Aemond was usually grumpy, Helaena off in her thoughts, and Daeron uncaring about the world around him. 

Aegon believed he left you on the beach not because he wanted to but because he couldn't burden you with the knowledge he wanted you to please him. He didn't think himself deserving of your touch, the touch of sweet Y/N. 

Moreover, he couldn’t think about spoiling her. Because it seemed he ruined everything he touched. 

And he sure as hell didn’t know how to treat a girl properly, because in his mind, he cared deeply about you. His actions, however, always fell short.

Having accessible, forgettable hookups were his favorite event. And while he enjoyed them, there was never any obligation to do them twice, to show the animal beneath his skin.

When he saw you on the beach, under the touch of another, he came face-to-face with the extent of his desire for you. He did care, but he could never care for you; how was he supposed to?

“My angel,” he exhaled as he let his dead drop back into the crook of your neck, pressing a prolonged kiss once more to your delicate skin, “My sweet angel.” 

There was a vulnerability in himself, and even he had never encountered it before. It was a good thing you weren't likely going to remember this.

“Oh no,” you wailed as you twisted your head forwards in the direction of the toilet bowl, and Aegon brought himself backward and gripped the web of your hair tightly.

You dry-heaved, trying to vomit, “I can’t.”

Aegon stuck his fingers into your mouth without warning, and you threw up swiftly before sinking back against the floor in disgust and exhaustion.

Then, Aegon turned on the shower and placed you in the tub, refusing to take off your bikini while he sat down behind you. Slowly, he dragged a soapy washcloth against the dirty patches of skin. And when he could get you far enough under the water, he scrubbed at the sand and dirt in your hair, trying to wash as much as possible without you squirming every which way.

Eventually, after he dried you off, you claimed you were too tired to make it to your bed, and he picked you up as he did when he brought you through the house doors and set you into bed, pulling the covers up and around you. And when he saw you snuggled your way around the bed like a worm into the warmth, he pressed a light kiss to your forehead.

He knew he needed to figure out what to do with you; continuing to ignore you seemed cruel, but he wasn’t good at being constantly with a girl. 

These thoughts would keep him up tonight. 

There would be an answer soon, he hoped.