#stop wasting my damn time and just let him make out with men

[lecoindecachou]

I guess my issue with Sara x Snart is that they did genuinely have a lil bit of chemistry in the pilot and then... nothing. Just a whole lot of talking, I guess, but nothing that felt even close to the flirtatious tension in the very first episode. It's like the chemistry just disappears after that. And then Sara meets her hot nurse in the 50s and tells Rip she hadn't felt anything romantic/sexual for anyone since she died and thought she wasn't even capable of that anymore, like okay?? So by episode 10 it's canonically established she has not had any feelings like that for Snart at all, and there's only five episodes left until he's dead lmao

[duuhrayliegh]

consequences

a/n: I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS CAME FROM BUT HERE YOU GO

also i'm more than happy to continue this if yall want more, just LET ME KNOW

other works

“You want to what?"

"To open our relationship."

You stare at him in disbelief, clutching the soft blanket in your hands. There's a sharp ringing sounding through your eardrums and everything around you slows. He keeps talking, his voice breaking through the barrier of fog that encompasses your senses.

"I want us to remain honest with each other, but this is the only way to keep our relationship healthy."

He steps away from the kitchen counter, wearing the sports jacket you bought him for your sister's wedding.

"I want the both of us to disclose when we start dating someone else. That's the main boundary, we can hammer out all the ground rules later. Right now, I'm going on a date, so uh," he pauses as he checks his reflection in the mirror beside the door one last time, "don't wait up."

You try to focus on his words, but no matter your efforts you weren't able to process anything. His keys jangle in his grip and you faintly recognize the sound of the door slamming closed and his footsteps echoing down the empty corridor of your apartment.

"I still can't believe he said that to you."

The singular ice ball hits against the sides of your glass with each tilt of your wrist. You take a long drag of the dark liquor before laughing sardonically.

"It's been six months of him parading his dates around." Another sip, your work skirt digs into your thighs painfully. You distract yourself by reaching for a peanut from the nearly empty bowl. "And what's worse is that he still expects me to be the doting wife that he comes home to every night!"

The bartender refills your glass while you sneak another peanut. You card your fingers through your hair as you continue to rant. A dull throb radiates in between your brows so your eyes slide closed as you take deep breaths.

"Well, I can't imagine you're doing so bad yourself."

You hum questioningly at the man, focusing your gaze on the dark-haired bartender, his stubble dusting his sharp jaw as the muscles work beneath the skin. His eyes haven't left you since you sat down in front of him.

"I see you in here." You begin to pick at the skin around your nails and he nudges a bowl of peanuts in your direction. "Men come up to you all the time. You've been on dates too, right?"

You reach for a peanut and crack open the grainy shell, biting the inside of your cheek. Your bartender laughs incredulously and then presses his hands into his side of the counter to lean over toward you. The cloth he tosses over his shoulder must be damp because the fabric of his white button-up is darkened there.

"Focus on me, Peanut."

Your eyes snap to his, unable to keep the overflow of expression from brimming beneath the surface. Your heart cracks further as he visibly softens, crumpling against the counter to cover your hand with his. A tense silence stretches between the two of you, charging the air with unwelcome emotions.

Your bartender’s spare hand cups your jaw and swipes away the glistening tears fleeing down your cheeks. Sniffling loudly while straightening in your seat, you pull away from his touch—effectively stopping yourself from melting into him.

You’ve worked so hard to make this shitty dive bar your safe place, you’ll be damned if you ruin it with a fling.

“I don’t even know why I’m wasting tears on this whole thing.” You take three deep breaths—whiskey and apples invade your senses. The man in front of you tilts his head to the side while drying a few crystal glasses.

“You’re avoiding my question, Peanut.” He turns briefly and you try to figure a way out as the cups clink softly. “You have been dating too, right?”

Your teeth trap your bottom lip, peeling off the thin layers of skin. You purposely avoid his eyes, doing less than nothing to hide your answer.

“Jesus, Peanut. What’s stopping you?”

You huff, focusing your attention on the patrons around you. There’s noticeably less than there were when you first arrived. The bar guests go about their business, underlying emotions kept close to their chest and out of sight to everyone else. You wish you could be that way, instead of sewing your heart to your sleeve for anyone to rip pieces from.

“I--" You hesitate, twirling your glass, watching as the ice fights to keep up with the sudden movements you force on its surroundings.

"Some small part of me still loves him. No matter how much he hurts me with this whole open relationship bullshit. I'm still thinking that one day he'll wake up and remember that I've been his loving wife and partner for the past six years. This can't be my new reality. It just can't. He's meant to be my partner for life, not my partner who has really good friends. Not my partner with a girlfriend or some fuck buddy across town."

This is the can of worms that you'd hoped to keep locked away from the Commando's dive bar. What you've held close to your chest every night you slink past the blonde bouncer, Steve. The information you never let slip to the six-foot-five bartender with the metal arm. And now, you can't seem to stop the words from leaving your mouth.

"He's supposed to be my husband. Why isn't he my husband? Is it me? He said that we would talk about what the reason was, but I can't get him to sit down with me. I can't even get him to reply to a text, much less answer questions about our relationship."

You spit the last word before downing the rest of your drink in one go. Bucky stands patiently as you let loose every emotion that you've bottled up for the past six years. Further in the bar, someone shouts for the last call.

"Why don't I date? Because I love him. Because outside of him, I don't know who I am. I don't date because I've been with the same man for almost a decade and I wouldn't even know where to begin. I can't see past where I'm at right now. There is no future for me outside of the hell that I find myself in now. I can't date because I want to be there for when my husband remembers that I exist. I want to be there for him like he wasn't for me because I know the novelty of his flings will wear off soon enough. And maybe that makes me worse than him, but I don't know if I have the energy to care anymore."

There's now a heavy silence covering you and your whole body slumps because of it. Despite feeling the biggest breath of relief of getting those emotions out in the open, you now have to deal with what they mean. You were always taught that saying your emotions out loud would only lead to more issues, but here you fucking are. Sometimes these things are unavoidable.

"I call bullshit."

Your jaw drops as your bartender rocks away from the counter. You flounder as he starts performing closing duties. You stare at Bucky's back, slightly distracted by the muscles working underneath the tight material.

"Did you just bullshit my feelings?"

Bucky turns halfway, eyebrows raised, "Yep."

Your bartender plucks the glass in front of you and drops it in the sink on his way to the cash register. If you were in a whole state, you'd smack back with a witty comment, but you're tired.

"You can't bullshit my feelings."

He holds a stack of twenties in one hand and he pins you with the same expression as before.

"Uh, yeah I can."

He continues to count the register and tosses a goodbye to the other bartender. A long lull stretches between you. Now it's just the two of you in the bar, and that must have been what he was waiting on because it's only now that he really talks.

"Peanut, how long have you been coming here?"

You furrow your brow at the question, not sure where he's taking his line of questioning.

"I don't know, four months?"

“Four months, twenty days."

Bucky's retort is quick and final. A fact. Something he's committed to memory. You're taken aback by the heavy tone he layers between the syllables.

"And for those four months and twenty days, I've stood behind this counter and watched you wallow. I've watched you turn down proposition after proposition. I've had Steve throw out dozens of men for how they speak about you. I've sat back and tried to be the listening ear that you need because you're clearly going through a really difficult time. I've never been in the position that you're in and I'm not going to pretend that I understand the half of it."

He slams the drawer closed and rounds the countertop. His boots thud against the floor violently, stopping beside the barstool next to you. Your bartender leans down and swings your stool to face his before taking a seat.

"I've stood behind that bar and was able to listen to quite a bit. But what I can't have is you thinking that you're the issue."

His hand slips into yours, his thumb tracing the knuckles of your fingers. Tears begin to brim at your waterline again, but you refuse to let them fall.

"Peanut, you're the most loyal person I've met in recent years. You love fiercely and you hurt even harder. Hell, you've been with this guy for almost ten years and he's been fucking you over for the past six months and you're sitting in this bar defending him to a relative stranger!"

"But he--"

"You're husband took the decision away from you and then framed it in a way that made you out to be the bad guy. He put you in a nearly impossible situation because he knew you were too loyal to him to do anything about it."

"He didn--"

"Yes, he did."

Having it laid out like that by the one person you wanted to be kept away from all of it was eye-opening. Your shoulders crumple and a new wave of tears threatens to escape.

"Now, this isn't the best time, but I feel like in a situation like yours there's never going to be a 'right' time."

Bucky sits up straighter and sticks his metal hand out to you.

"Hi. I'm Bucky Barnes. I'm a retired Army Sergeant and I now work in the Howling Commandos bar. I've been your bartender for the past four months and twenty days. Over that time, I've grown to care for you, more than a bartender should. Because of that fact, I want to take you out on a date."

You suck in a breath sharply, immediately going to deny him, only for Bucky to cut you off.

"You don't have to give me an answer right now, Peanut. Just think about it and whenever you're ready, I hope I'm your first call."

You chew on the inside of your cheek, gnawing on the idea. You have grown fond of Bucky. He's become a sort of safety net for you these past few months. Going home has proven to be more and more of a chore so you spend hours on end in the Howling Commandos.

What if you and Bucky go on a date and you hate it? What if you date and you have a huge falling out? What if you--

"I can see the wheels turning, Peanut." He taps your temple with a cold metal finger. "What are you thinking?"

"What if we end up not working out?"

"What if we do?"

The question hangs. The implication is clear. You could spend hours going through the what-if scenarios, both positive and negative. You'll never truly know until you take a leap of faith.

"What would your boss think of you dating one of your new regulars though?"

You're grasping at straws, but you're really trying to convince yourself that taking that leap with Bucky would be the worst thing in the world.

"Peanut, I'll sell the damn bar before someone other than you tells me that I can't date you."

Your eyes meet his and all you can see is the adoration and sincerity in them. His thumb is still working over your knuckles, but it's also expanded to tracing aimless circles into the back of your hand. The cool metal is the only way you've grounded yourself to reality.

A slow smile spreads across your features, the first of its kind tonight and you both know what it means.

[cvnt4him]

Can you write brat tamer us please please 💗

I've been saving this for a while but I have no more reqs so I'm going to finally write this bad boy

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Slut him out!!

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It was a normal day for you. Go to all your classes, go to lunch, go back to your dorm, do homework, go to sleep. An endless routine you'd be doing until you're through with college. it's not like you disliked college, no, it was just kind of suffering. The endless routine of doing the same thing over and over and over again became.. old. Nothing new.

It was tiring, going to all those classes with the same people was just head aching. Those loud girls laughing and making jokes, talking about their next sneaky link, and the guys talking about getting high or drunk and doing pranks on people, and fucking each other. Yeah the guys are fucking animals..not all of them however, observing over the numerous boys your eyes scan over a couple. These men never seem to have anything to pitch in when it comes down to the 'guy talk', that intrigued you.

A forest green haired man, his curly mop of hair wildly shaping his head. The freckled that littered his cheek and down his neck, and those big wide eyes of his. Doe eyes was an understatement compared to his, they're js so fucking huge it's like you can the the whole world in them.

You hadn't noticed you were just staring at him for so long. Watching the way his face contorts in a flustered mess, he covered his face with the back of his hand from whatever the blond whispered in his ear. You seen the blond look over to you with a snicker before nudging the green haired guy. You looked back at him to see him staring at you with lidded eyes and a flushed face, his eyes shakily staring at you from across the room, you were startled by him looking at you but you weren't gonna be a nerd and blush like some idiot. You raised a singular eye brow before bucking your head at him signifying a 'what?'.

He offers you a slight smile as you move your lips to a straight line and roll your eyes looking back down at your paper. You heard the boys laugh at this, hollering and making the table screeched and scraped across the tiled floor, the teacher hadn't really cared much so he didn't bother interfering.

"yoo she completely blew you off bro!"

"you pull zero bitches fr fr."

"managing to scare a girl off from across the room has to be some kind of world record, deku."

"i- I didn't scare her off, kacchan she just looked away from me!"

You heard the seemingly small guy whisper yell at he blond, all of the guys eyes still staying on you whilst conversating and joking around.

The bell rung as you instantly hopped out of your seat heading towards the door. If these guys were anything like the ones in high school you could guarantee they were going to try and stop you.

"hey--! Wait!"

Fuck.

You slowly turned around with an annoyed expression being visible on your face, the guys snickered and laughed quietly behind the blond holding his green haired friend by the shoulders.

You looked them both up and down judging them harshly. Glancing over izukus figure you hadn't expected him to be that muscly, he had a great body and his biceps were huge without even flexing, how come his face looked so.. baby-ish?

You looked at izukus face just staring, he offered you a polite smile once more and he looked back at you with a red face and squinted emerald green eyes due to his smile. His eyes were pretty, you'll give him that, but if they were going to say what you thought and knew they were they're wasting their time. You'll never let yourself be humiliated in such ways by insignificant men again.

You sigh rolling your eyes at them before rubbing your temple and placing your hand in your hip. The sass that radiated from you was immaculate.

"what?"

"damn, rude."

"no, I'm busy and you're keeping me from getting to my dorm so if that was all you were gonna say...?"

You instantly clap back to the blond, you won't let these pathetic schmucks keep you from getting to the comfort of your dorm.

Bakugou simply chuckled at you. He found you entertaining, he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to set you up with deku or himself.

"well we won't keep you waiting, babe. I just need a quick favor, think you can maybe go out with my pal here? He's a real charmer."

Bakugou tried to hold in his laugh at the end of his sentence he swung his arm to the right after saying his words, he patted deku on the shoulder causing him to mumble a low "ow.." under his breath.

Your eyes quickly shoot to izuku making him tense as the rest of the boys silently watch.

You look him up and down before rolling your eyes, that definitely didn't hurt his self esteem!!

"you want to go out with me?"

You ask unconvinced. This was just some stupid not prank and you were not going to fall for it. Never again.

He gulped loudly before looking down and nodding aggressively. Bakugou had to stop his head from shaking before he shook his brain too hard.

You simply hum, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. You had nothing to say to him or them, you didn't quite care really.

"neat. I've got to go so, have a good day."

You say your lips thinning as you point to the door and walk out backwards, you really shouldn't have even stopped to entertain this.

You didn't even see the way izukus face contorted in such a sad manner, he was actually hurt by this. You didn't know he really liked you, that he'd been watching you for some time, waiting for his moment to ask you out.

Knowing you just rejected him he had no reason to even attempt asking you out again. He'd make a fool of himself.

For some odd reason the school had given its students a week off, the people in your dorm hall way cheering and clapping it up for this random W.

You hadn't really cared you'd be in your dorm binging movies and shows, that's what you called fun. It's not like you were a basket case you just don't like big crowds of people, or people in general. You like being alone, not saying you don't have any friends, you just prefer alone time and there's nothing wrong with that. You're just so socially awkward and anxious it messes with your head to make you think people won't like you so you push people away. Plus people are dicks so.

Your phone vibrates against your thigh as you pause your show and see a text. It's from ochako.

'hey girl!! I was going out with a couple of friends and wondered if you wanted to tag along?:))'

You sigh and groan, no you don't want to go, however it's been a long time since you've hung out with her. Shes just so clingy she acts like she can't go 2 seconds with our being around people.

'oh yeah sure sounds fun!!'

Lie. You are a fucking liar. It does not sound fun, it infact sounds loud, overcrowded, sweaty, and terrible. You already said you'd go however you couldn't back out, I mean you could but you weren't that kind of person. Anyways if you really hated it you'd js sneak out and call and Uber.

You wore a black dress ending at your thighs and a dark denim jacket, you put on your black platforms and stuffed you some slides in your mini backpack in case you got tired from wearing those damn things.

You seen ochako pull up in her car and walked outside only to see her small ass car full of people. Now where the fuck where you supposed to sit.. on one of these random ass hoes laps? Hell no. She fr had a band of people crammed in her small ass Porsche.

You sigh and get in the back of her car squeezing in with four other people back there. How? Don't fucking ask.

Once you arrived ochako gave out all wrist bands, the bouncer was checking if wrist bands so if you didn't have one you'd have to wait in that long ass line and pay alot of money. Luckily ochako bought y'all's wrist bands before they got too expensive.

Once gathering inside you looked around to see the whole ass place, it was huge. Balloons and beach balls bouncing and being pushed around by people dancing and moving around the loud booming music. Cages with women in sexy lingerie dancing as well, people playing card games and gambling whilst doing drugs and drinking their minds away. You looked over to the huge ass bar to see it empty. No way that huge ass spinning wall full of drinks was that empty?

ochako made some plan to all meet up in the bathrooms and shut but you only half ass heard the plan due to you eyeballing that strawberry margarita, it was practically yelling your name. Once the group broke you instantly made your way to the bar.

Sitting down you look at the bartender who glances at you and doesn't take his eyes off you. It made you feel sexy the way he took in your sight, licking his pierced lips as he shook someone's drink before pouring it in their cup still not taking his eye off of you. Once making his way to you he pushed his long hair behind his ear and leaned over the table in front of you.

"what can I get you, doll face?"

He asked, his deep voice ringing in your ears. God this fine ass specimen was so damn sexy.

"strawberry margarita please."

You say in a sultry voice, you and no idea how to flirt but you seemed to do a good job as he handed you your drink with a wink.

You giggled as you took a sip and took in the delicious taste. Fuck this was heaven. Despite it being loud and overcrowded it was so relaxing next to the bar.

Someone calls out to you in a rather hushed voice.

"uhm.. he- hey!"

You turn to see the green haired guy from you class. For fucks sake you can't seem to outrun these motherfuckers. If he was here his dickish friends were definitely here. You didn't want to come in the first place but if you'd known they'd be there you definitely wouldn't have come.

You roll your eyes and simply nod at him taking another sip of your margarita, it's delicious flavor seeming to disappear.

"may I sit?"

He asks hesitantly, not wanting to push your buttons. You nod and he sits next to you ordering a drink and telling the bartender that he'll pay not only for this drink if you haven't already, but he'd also pay for whatever other drinks you order. That's right, drinks. Plural.

Oh?

Oh so that's how he is, huh? He's that kind of guy. Yeah maybe you should've went on that date with him. who knows maybe he wouldn't take you shopping too.

You could definitely hang around him if he was gon spend money on you that's for sure. No doubt about it, he keep up this kind of work you might just sleep with him.

You chuckle to yourself at the thought. He glances to you and smiled at you, you offer him a better smile than you had intended. You two ended up chatting it up alot more than you thought, he was kind of funny.

He was also kind, respectful, a gentleman, and very polite. He asked questions bout you and let you know you didn't have to answer if you didn't want to and he sure as hell wasn't gon force you to.

Oh hell yeah, he just might get you out of your pants by the end of the night.

You two have a couple of drinks and laugh and joke around together, every question he sees you answered somewhat truthfully and he actually listened, that was a breath of fresh air.

As he laughed off one of the jokes you told, you just looked at him taking in the sight In front of you. He was slightly drunk, hiccuping as his cheeks were tinted a shade of red smoking him kind of look like a strawberry. His laugh was kind of attractive, the way his smile was bright and real. You questioned it though, maybe he got surgery to make it look like that. He clearly had the money.

He knew you were looking at hima and just let you, he thought the stares would ended sooner or later. The silence became rather awkward to him so he looked at you assuming it'd make you look away, but you hadn't, you couldn't. He was just so hot randomly it made you squeeze and rub your thighs together. You bit your lip whilst looking him dead in the eye, his lidded ones staring into yours.

Fuck why did his eyes have to be so pretty. The way they looked into yours made you act on pure impulse, desire. Without a thought in your mind you grabbed him by his cheeks slowly pulling him into you. His once lidded eyes being blown wide by how close your faces were, noses rubbing against each others. Your lips were so close to touching.

His eyes trailed down to your lips as he just stared at them for a while, a whimper leaving his mouth as he bit his lips. A smirk creeped onto your face as he slowly brug his eyes back up to yours. Your thumb rubs his cheek before going to his lips and pulling his lips from his teeth.

His lip was plump and red from the harsh biting. you sighed and thought to yourself, you should end his suffering. Technically it wasn't even for him it was mostly for you. You could feel the need for him pooling in between your thighs and he was seeming more and more desirable.

You finally connect your lips together humming through the kiss as he groaned deeply, the end of it coming off rather pitchy and desperate. The smirk coming back into your face as you hold him close.

He grabs you by your neck not applying much weight or force to it just bringing you closer and deepening the kiss. His other hand moving down to your thigh, not gripping or squeezing just holding it. You him once more as you decide to initiate something more to see how far he's willing to go.

You spread your thighs open and grab his hand trailing it inside of your warm thighs, a hushed and muffled moan left his mouth as his dick twitch in his pants. He was painfully hard.

He tried to initiate something as he opened his mouth in the kiss, he wanted your tongue down his throat. Spit swapping as your tongue explodes his mouth. you grant him with it and open your mouth as well, your tongues dancing together in such a dirty way, another moan leaving his mouth this time much louder and desperate than the other.

You chuckle as you break the kiss a string of saliva connecting your lips. He licked his bottom lip hoping to get another taste of your essence.

You smirk at the estate he's in from a simple kiss. Watching him writhe and beg for you silently as he breaks from the kiss. He was kind of a slut that'd do anything you ordered him to.

You stroke and push a strand of his hair behind his ear, his head following the direction your strokes go into. He looks deep into your eyes, you see the way they were so glazed and blown wide for you. It looked like he was going to cry.

You chuckle and coo at him as a whimper leaves him.

"awwh, pretty boy. Do you want more?"

You ask him quietly while playing with his hair, you'd already pushed out every other noise in the room. He however was enchanted by your voice, it was now the only thing he could hear at this point.

He nodded as a shaky sigh left his mouth as he frowned and furrowed his eye brows whimpering as he looks down at his pants, you follow his eyes and see the way his dick was twitching in his pants. It looked so painful and uncomfortable for him, the only thing you could think about is how thick and heavy his cock must be to be able to move this pants like that.

He looked back up to you and seen the way you bit your lip watching his cock helplessly twitch.

"can you... would you maybe be able to help me.. please....?"

He whispered to you in such a breathy and desperate manner. Your eyes shot up to him making him shiver at your eyes on him. He loved the way you looked at his dick. It turned him on so much, he was so hot and bothered.

"of course, let's get out of here yeah?"

You say standing and grabbing you bag while you hand was still in his hair. He stood and placed the money on the counter and walked out with you heading to his car.

You made it to his car as he managed to open the door for you depite being painfully hard. You hummed at his gentlemanly actions and smiled. God you were going to enjoy slutting him out. Breaking him and bending him to your will.

He got in the car and started it up, he instantly got on the road, not driving too fast or recklessly despite being kind of under the influence. You just looked at him, his hand on his pants next to his cock, it continued to twitch but this time you seen a wet patch form next to the tip of his dick print.

You bit your lip and chuckled causing him to tense and glance at you. Fuck had you seen how much his dick was leaking? God this was so embarrassing but he just couldn't help it!! He always leaked so much thick precum it just oozed from his twitching cock.

You put your hand over his dick causing him to jump and stutter out a moan as his eyes rolled slightly. You giggle as you rub his dick up and down through his clothes. A groan escaping his lips, he couldn't help but slightly buck his hips up into your hand. You continued your relentless teasing as he became rather close to cumming while he pulled into the college dorm parking lot.

He parked and began holding himself up with his hands as he rubbed his dick against the palm of your hand. You took your hand away as you ripped his upcoming orgasm away from him. his rolled eyes shooting at you in an instant, he became a moaning mess

"no.. no no please, i- ngh..~ was so so close..."

His orgasms slowly faded as he became so sexually frustrated he needed you and you just laughed at him. He gave you an angry look before getting out of the car and opening your door for you. you sigh at him, still a gentleman despite having his orgasm taken away from him.

His legs were shaking, standing on them was difficult he was so close to cumming before his legs had become jellylike.

He walks beside you while you both go inside heading to his dorm you hope. Yours was a mess, you never really had other company besides ochako over and she wasn't really judgemental.. at least not out loud.

He unlocked his dorm and opened the door for you to go in first. Walking into a seemingly normal room. It was actually quite cute and fitting for him. You looked around twirling as you did so admiring his quite stylish dorm.

"sorry.. it's kind of a mess heh..."

He muttered shutting his door and scratching the back of his neck. He offered you a seat on his bed as you nodded with a smile sitting close to the edge. To be honest you didn't know how to initiate what you both wanted. What were you to do? Tackle him down on his bed and just fuck him?

That sounds a little domestic.. sigh. Guess you were to just sit there until something happened or until you got fed up with nothing happening. He walked into his closet closing the door behind him, you took that as an opportunity to snoop. You got up quietly and looked around, touching his dresser and PlayStation5. You never took him as the type to be a gamer guess you should never judge a book by its cover.

You started thinking to yourself as you opened his top drawer to see allmight underwear and merch, awwh this adorable dork was a little fan boy!!

You were too busy snooping to hear him come out with gray sweatpants and a black shirt. He noticed you weren't on the bed and turned to see you at his drawer giggling to yourself.

He blushed before calling to you,

"so you're the type to look through your crushes underwear drawer, huh? Never took you as though."

You jump with a gasp turning around holding your hand to your chest as you feel a tinge of embarrassment creep into the back of your mind. Fuck had you really just got caught snooping through his shit? That's so fucking lame.

He simply just laughs and brushes it off with a hand reaching toward the back of his neck scratching it, hesitating to ask you a question.

"so uh,--"

This was it. He was gonna kick you out tell everyone you were a creep and a perv. You'll get kicked out of school, be forced to go back home to your parents empty handed, no degree, no major in anything. Just a stupid fucking pervert.

You gulp down and try to mentally prepare yourself for your world to come crashing down.

"--would you maybe want to uhm.. finish what we started...?"

He asks avoiding eye contact, a tinge of blush starting to creep onto his freckled baby like cheeks as be bit his lips worryingly.

Oh. Shit, he still wanted to fuck? After he caught you going through his shit he still wanted to hit? Damn this mf is relentless.

You bat your eyelashes at him with wide confused eyes. That's definitely not what you'd expected to leave his mouth but you're glad your life hadn't ended.

"yeah, okay sure let's do it."

You say taking your denim jacket off and throwing it to the side. His eyes widen and shoot straight to you as his mouth hangs open, you place a hand to your hip awaiting for his next move. He was stunned to say the least, hm you really agreed.. shit. This was going to be fun.

"oh! Uhm-- ye- yeah! Let's uh, let's do it..!!"

He sounded so excited when he finished speaking you giggle to yourself pushing him down onto his bed and straddling his hips. There was no way you were going to let this baby faced dork get his way with you.

You were going to use and break everything in his body. he's going to be a shaking slobbering mess when you're finished with him.

He looks up at you with a flustered expression as a shaky and stuttered "oh" leaves his mouth. You kiss his lips with a moan and grind slowly onto him, sucking his tongue into your mouth as you glide yours against the pink muscle.

His hands instantly go to your hips, guiding them up and down while you move against him, a muffled whimper leaves his lips falling right into your mouth as you suck every sound he gives you up.

The way he moves underneath you, hips lifting into yours to feel that friction he craves, his tongue letting yours lead the sloppy spit filled dance, it stroked your ego in the best way possible. Having a man, one of the smartest people in your classes, writhe and shiver under you while you grind into his hard leaky cock is liberating.

You let out a deep chuckle, still slurping his tongue down your throat. You continue to kiss him as you stop moving your hips completely, his hands trying to get you to move while he whines from the lack of friction.

He pushed you away lightly, looking you deep into your eyes as he frowned at you tears threatening to spill from his wide yet lust filled eyes. He swallows deeply, his eyes trailing down your figure slowly stopping at your boobs. The way they spilled out the top part of your dress was so sexy, he wanted to see them so badly to touch them. He could only imagine how soft they were. Did you like your nipples touched? Would you want him to put hickeys all over you, letting people know you've been marked by someone. Would you keep your dirty escapade a secret? Keep him as your dirty little secret?

So many things filled his head as he bit his lip staring at your boobs. You raise an eyebrow smile slightly fading as you follow where his eyes are directed at. Slutty perv. He didn't even try to hide the fact he was staring at your bossom with no shame either.

You lift his head to face you, his eyes slowly following after. He just looks at you with such need. He was so horny, to be truthful his boner hadn't gone away since you two left the car. He was just so needy he couldn't even begin to care about anything.

"can I have you? Please?.."

You hum as you stroke his hair, his lip slipping itself into his teeth. you'd be lying if you said you hadn't wanted him, or at least wanted to see his cock, his dick print in those sweats looked so good, and the way he almost came for you in his car? God he was such a slut all and he wants is to be slut out and used for your own pleasure. Why deny him if that? You were mean, genuinely cruel, and kind of shitty towards people, but you weren't a monster.

You agree, slipping your underwear to the side while yanning his sweats down. He was so excited his cock twitched against his shirt, a delicious looking happy trail following his cock. He raised up to take his shirt off for you, to minimize the work so you wouldn't have to do much, you look at the way his muscles flexed while moving underneath you. His cock slapping down onto his lower tummy with a low slapping sound.

God he looked delicious, his cock was so thick and heavy it couldn't even stand up on its own. The way his cock glistened with all of his sticky icky precum. Beautiful. He was so beautiful like this, awaiting for your next move.

Finally, after devouring the sight in front of you, you took him all the way down to the base with a low moan. A deep groan leaving his mouth at the same time. He rolls his eyes back while biting his lip, his hips accidentally bucked up into you on impulse, almost pushing you onto his chest, you caught yourself with your hands before being pushed down.

"shit..-- sorry..."

His voice was so low and hushed with a whimper laced in his tone, he yearned for the moment you moved your velvet right walls up and down his cock, slicking him up with your juices. The thought alone made him nearly jerk his hips up into you again, you felt it.

You hum again, deciding you weren't going to move. You were going to cock warm him, make him beg for you. To be able to fill you up with his seed.

He felt your walls tighten and flutter around him, it made his eye roll. The pleasure he gained from you not doing anything made him feel so dirty. Yet he wouldn't dare move, he wouldn't dare to even try to take the lead, try to fuck you. He feared what you might do, he also was very curious. Would you edge him? Make him beg for you? Would you leave his cock to ride his face and make him eat you out?

His thoughts went on and on and on about the endless possibilities of punishments you could give him, them all just egging him on more. Honestly you sitting on his cock, burying it deep inside of you to the base was working for him. He could cum from just the way you kissed his neck softly and moaned in his ear. It really was getting him there, and the way his cock twitched inside of you let you know that.

You scratch lightly at his pecs earning a whine from the harsh yet gentle strokes of your nails against his bare flushed and sweaty skin.

"you gonna cum?"

He choked on his air, clearing his throat and whining lowly.

"how pathetic, god you're so disgusting you know that? Looking at my boobs like I wouldn't notice, the fact you might just cum from me kissing your neck is honestly adorable."

Your weird hit him hard, they tugged at his heart strings far too harshly. Tears spilled from his eyes as he hiccuped and placed his hands on your thighs, sniffing as he tried to look up at you through teary eyes.

He was pathetic, he knew it. He loved how you called him it, degrading him for enjoying himself from the bare minimum. How disgusting.

He couldn't even speak, hiccups and little sounds of incoherent words and some "please"s leaving his drooly lips. You giggle and kiss his tears away, he loved how you degraded him and babied him like this, making him feel special yet so horrible for feeling good. How did you do that?

"awwh, pretty boy.. it's okay my love, it'll all be over soon."

Yo coo into his ear, grinding into him earning a loud moan from him. The room was quiet, no lights on, the only thing lighting the room was the moon peering through his window. His loud moan echoed through his dim room.

"yo what was that?"

"I don't know"

"you know what that sounded like?--"

Muddled voices were heard from the other side of the door, his eyes shot open and went towards the door as you turned around to look at it as well. Shit, were his friends back already? They must've noticed he was gone..

You look back down to him as he looks up to you and gulps, he looked so terrified. If his friends found him like this they'd never let him live it down. You smile wickedly at this. Terror filled his eyes as he instantly knew what you were going to do.

"i-- please! Please please don't, don't do anything!"

He whispered a beg to you, pleading you not to ride him for all he's worth.

You give him an adoration filled look before placing one hand onto his chest and bouncing onto his cock relentlessly a slutty feminine moan ripped through his body as his eyes rolled so far back into their sockets he felt as if they'd never come back down.

You slap a hand over his mouth and continue riding him helplessly and you groan lowly at the pleasure of his cock hitting your cervix so deliciously. He moaned into your hand his hot breath fanning your palm as his moans and groans were badly muffled.

The voices outside were hushed and become silent, but you both were too busy chasing your impending orgasms to care. You groan louder riding and grinding your hips down into his at an intense pace making him lose his mind. A smile spread across your face as you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

"gonna cum slut? gonna cum knowing your friends are out there, probably listening to you get slut out for me, eh? fucking disgusting pig, you get off to people knowing you're being fucked dumb? stupid slut."

You say as you bounce onto his cock, removing your hand from his mouth causing all of his hushed moans to leave him, loud whimpers, moans, and incoherent words rip from his throat, he sobs and drools under you ascending from the immense pleasure. He'd never felt this good before. He's so close he can practically taste it.

He nodded his head violently agreeing to everything that left your mouth. You think he's a disgusting pig? Yes he is. Think he's worthless and his cock is useless? Shit, okay! Think he should get a leash and collar for you to walk him around the campus with? Ordering them now!! All for you!

He was yours, truly now and it's all he wanted. To cum deep inside of you. You squeeze and convulse around his cock a few more times before cumming around his cock, your pussy squeezing him so tightly sucking him for the cum he's worth.

"ah~ are you- fuck.. cum-cumming? please! cum on my cock!~"

He begs you as he throws his head back feeling his impending orgasms rise. You moan and groan throwing your head back aswell, riding his cock while you cumm all over it, juices leaking down and sticking to his hair. You stop moving due to over stimulation as you catch your breath. Izukus eyes open, tear stained face glancing up at you with pleading glossy glass eyes.

"what.. what are you doing? hic- please don't-- don't stop!"

You breath heavily as you crash into his chest, you're almost certain that you'd never come this hard in your life.

You can't even reply from how hard you'd come your brains out, he whimpers under you and rearranges your position. He puts you on your tummy and grabs two pillows from above and places them under you to keep your hips up.

"I'm sorry.. 'm s'sorry... js'-- ngh~ needa cum baby.."

He stutters out apologies as he lines himself back up with your sloppy fucked out overstimulated pussy as he slips in. Groaning as he begins to fuck you into the mattress pushing your head into the pillows. He bites his lip and leers down at you through teary lust filled eyes. He pistons his cock into you at a quick pace. Electric trickling around his hips as he continues to pick up speed. His groans became desperate needy moans. He throws his head back as tears still fall down his red freckled cheeks, you were being fucked into his mistress and still managed to have such an effect of him.

He slammed his hips into yours a few more times, the creamy sounds of your pussy being rearranged with his thick cock going straight to his head, his ears filled with blood as he could suddenly hardly hear, he groaned before spilling his thick white seed inside if you. The warmth making you shiver and let out a messy groan into the pillows.

He sighs heavily, eyes rolling back when he collapsed beside you, your ass still being stuck in the air as you both close your eyes catching your breath.

The room was now filled with two hot sweaty bodies and the smell of sex. Izuku hummed lowly as he glanced over to you with tired eyes, his body threatening to pass out. He touched your shoulder and realized you were already asleep,a smile went to his lips while he removed the pillows from underneath you and pulled you closer to him, he stuck his now flaccid sticky cock back into his swests as he moved tour oantues back over your cunt. Wouldn't want his cum to spill out!

He kissed your forehead and lays his sweaty forehead against your shoulder, his grip on your waist tightening ad he drifted off to sleep.

The drunk men behind izukus door eavesdropping began laughing their asses off.

Sero owed bakugou $50. He knew izuku would have managed to hit, he just didn't think tonight would be when.

Izuku was going to feel their wrath in the morning, but he was also going to wake up beside a hungover you, so he felt as if he would be able to concor anything, including asking you out on a date.

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AN: boy oh boy, I love me some zuzubear!!!! He's just the sweetest little thing in the world I tell you.

I hope this was adequate for you ml it's my first time writing a brat tamer thing n I had a bit of trouble finding good resources😞

[undiscovered-horizon]

[Zoro is jealous of how impressed you are with another man's strength. A few insults and broken breezeblocks later, he makes sure he's the only man you have eyes on.]

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Roronoa Zoro is a man too busy to boast. He perceives his skills and attributes as a means to an end and not a goal in itself; achieving unmatched swordsmanship is but a method of becoming the world's greatest swordsman.

It's completely useless to waste one's potential only to earn fame and admiration. If one sees their abilities as a goal, they tend to abandon their growth once the goal is achieved, never discovering what they can really do. Therefore, boasting is a manmade border between the current state of things and the wonderful possibilities.

Or so he tells himself.

The crowd cheers again as the blue-haired boy breaks another stack of planks. Each time he adds one more obstacle, the mob of onlookers is sure that this time, he's bound to fail. They've been wrong so far.

Zoro and you have been watching the show from affair but only because you refused to walk away. Sure, on your adventures you have seen people or unimaginable skills and attributes. Nevertheless, the man on the makeshift stage is just that - a man. No Devil Fruit, no canons-for-arms or anything of this sort. Just a person with determination and years of practice.

"Damn, that's some strength," you say in awe. "It's amazing."

Zoro only scoffs, scowling while he stands with his arms crossed. "Come on, this is nothing."

"Oh, right, breaking a stack of five wooden planks with your bare fist is just a regular Tuesday, eh?"

"Definitely not for a twig like him," he answers while still glaring at the boastful plank-breaker. "A gust of wind could break his bones."

Something about his huffing and puffing doesn't sit right with you. After all, why does he care in the first place? Zoro is not the kind of person to be interested in things that are not directly connected to him. It's almost as if...

Is he jealous of the attention?

"You know what, Zoro?" When you turn to look at him, he notices the challenging glint in your eyes. You're up to no good, aren't you? "I'd love to see you try and break even one plank."

He scoffs again but this time he looks almost offended at the implication. "I wouldn't even get out of bed for one."

"That's not a good measure." You shake your head decisively. "It's already hard to make you get up." Then, an idea sparks in your thoughts - something he's sure not to reject. "Let's do it like this. If you can one-up that guy, I'll do whatever you want."

Zoro's brown eyes stare into yours with a new intensity. He seems to be trying to guess how serious you are about your promise. "Anything goes?" he asks suspiciously.

"Nothing that will tarnish my dignity." As a warning, you point your finger at him. "Or dirty my shirt."

Then, to your utmost satisfaction, he gives you a smirk beaming with confidence.

"You're going to regret this."

"I hope so," you answer.

He clenches his jaw at your frivolous tone, his mind racing in a thousand different directions at once. What do you mean you "hope to regret" your wager? What exactly do you think he'll ask of you?

No matter the answers to his questions, Zoro has found a new source of motivation inside him. He can ask anything. As nice as that sounds, and he's sure to let his imagination run amok, the more satisfying prize will be the look of awe you're bound to give him. If you're impressed with this boastful twig of a man, how dazzled will you be with Zoro when he beats him? Maybe you'll finally stop looking at other men like they're actually worth even a second of your time or a speck of your attention.

"Hey, wood boy!" Zoro exclaims at the top of his lungs while making his way through the excited crowd towards the makeshift stage. "Let's see who's stronger."

"A brave challenger appears!" The blue-haired man announces. Whispers erupt among the onlookers. "Or maybe he's stupid?" he directs his question at his fans. Then, when Zoro enters the stage, the man looks at him with a feeling of superiority smeared across his face. "I'll have you know, I'm the local champion."

Up close, the blue-haired man looks even less impressive than from the ground. He's rather scrawny compared to men of similar strength and he could definitely use a long bath. Zoro is almost offended that you'd look at this poser of a clown instead of him.

"Only local?" Zoro asks. He erupts in laughter, making his opponent's expression visibly falter. "Not much of a title. I've seen rocks bigger than this island."

The whispers turn into loud conversations as half of the crowd demands Zoro to take back his words and the other half begs for a showdown to see who's the true master between them.

"Ambitious!" the blue-haired man exclaims with fake casualness, clearly trying to hide his own uneasiness. "That's what I like to see. But I must warn you that breaking wood with the sheer power of your bare fist is neither easy nor simple. Are you sure you can manage?"

Zoro laughs again. His posture only grows with confidence while the other man seems to be becoming smaller with each of Zoro's insults. "Wood is for children."

The blue-haired man swallows nervously. Sweat trickles down his neck. "Alright then." He clasps his hands together, rubbing them to ease the arousing tension. "What do you propose?"

"Breezeblocks."

The crowd audibly gasps and you're not any different. To break something that can render someone unconscious, if not dead, without having to use much strength? Even for someone like Zoro, the suggestion seems more than audacious. True, you wanted to see him prove his bold talk but not break his hands.

But before the blue-haired man can protest or diverge the discussion, a group of eager men bring a load of breezeblocks on stage. Their eyes shine with impatience and desire to see uncommon strength as they take away the wooden boards and set up the first breezeblock for each of them to break. The hollow bricks are placed atop regular, clay bricks that the blue-haired man has used to lay the planks on.

With a light gesture of his hand, Zoro allows the apparent master to begin. The man stretches his arms and cracks his joints. Despite being visibly experienced in this art, there is a noticeable nervousness in his movements, too. As though he's not as confident as he was five minutes ago.

Measuring one or two times beforehand, the local champion slams his fists on the breezeblock. A muffled thud resounds and the crowd falls silent. Then, a loud grunt fills the tense air but not a speck of cement is lifted. The breeze block did not break but considering the agony on the man's face and the deep red of his hand, something surely did break.

Zoro laughs for the third time. Strangely enough, he seems almost suspiciously laid-back. He reaches for the blue-haired man's unbroken breezeblock and places it atop his. If the crowd was silent before, it's deathly quiet now. They don't even dare breathe, awaiting the resolution of this unforeseen wager.

His eyes meet yours and never stray as he punches the stack of breezeblock. They break, fall and crumble on the stagefloor. Zoro doesn't look phased in any way, nor does his hand look to be injured. Judging by his casual attitude, he can easily break a lot more than just two breezeblocks. Maybe one day he'll find out but not at the moment - that's not the point of his little show of strength.

Some people try to accost him or talk to him as he makes his way back to you but Zoro's usual glares and silence quickly mitigate their enthusiasm and soon the mob of onlookers just cheers among themselves.

"Alright, I'm impressed," you admit with a nod. "In capital letters."

"So, anything I want, huh?" He can't help the smile curving his lips. It's a big word that you've used - a little too big for Zoro's imagination because it too happily strayed in directions that might break his heart permanently if you reject him.

"I suppose you do deserve compensation for holding yet another title of a champion. The dreadful weight of success," you say in a dramatic tone. "Now, what is this 'anything' you've decided on?"

Truthfully, he hasn't decided yet. If this "more than friends, less than lovers" situation he has with you was a game of chess, he's just made his opening move. You played back and put him in a place where there are simply too many options to reconsider. So what choice does he have to make to have you in a checkmate?

[petew21-blog]

Make him a REAL man

It's hard for me to admit it, but I hate my son. There, I said it. I used to love him like a real father should have. But now, I just can't stand to look at him, wasting away his life being a f... choosing a different lifestyle. Fuck, I can't call it like that, he just became a fag and I can't accept that.

He used to be such a sweet boy. Always good, obedient. Maybe I should have been more strict. I was too liberal while raising him with my wife and now look at him

These are the photos he normally posts on social media

Him, spreading out in the leather clothes on my bike. Yeah, I have to admit he takes care of his body pretty well. But I hate to think about all the things he does with some other men. It's not NORMAL. I wanted to raise a straight good son, who will give a grandchild. Not a queer, childless piece of shit

Fuck, look at this photo. He even looks as if he's enjoying being observed. God knows where his hand is on this photo.

I have to stop this. No more of this fag stuff

Maybe I was a bit irrational. But I do think that this will be a good thing for our relationship. i will put his life in order and he will get to see how good a life of a heterosexual man is.

Yes, I swapped our bodies. He is in my obese 53 year old body, while I have to make him straight.

It might seem gay, for what I'm gonna say right now, but god damn I love his body. I have never been this fit in my entire life. And also, I get to have sex in his body tonight. Not only masturbate, which is also great, because my son seems to be a big shooter. I couldn't believe how far it got yesterday

I got out of the bathroom, walking shirtless back to my room, where my son's friend Ashley was waiting.

In the hallway my body stood with arms crossed

Henry:"What the hell you think you're doing?"

Me:"Just taking a shower. Is that forbidden?"

Henry:"Dad, I thought we agreed to respect our lives. No you brought Quinn here for god knows what"

I laughed and replied:"We're only gonna do what God wants, DAD. And don't forget that tonight is your anniversary with MOM. So you better get ready, that woman is a beast in bed"

I knew the idea of sex in my body with his mother would shatter him and I was right. He didn't even let out a single word a sI walked past him.

Ashley was sitting on the bed, watching me lift in the doorframe.

Ashley:"Henry? You forgetting something?"

I lowered myself down, wiping away the sweat from my forehead

Me:"Oh sorry, miss. I should have payed more attention to you and not to myself" I approached her seductively, making her nervous

Ashley:"No, I meant the homework. Henry, what has been up with you lately? You seem different. And not gay. Is everything ok?"

Me:"Everything is just fine. I have a pretty girl on my bed and just realized how much time I wasted not giving you more attention"

I lowered myself on top off her and started making out with her passionately.

Ashley:"I think we can let the homework be for a while"

Me:"Great idea"

I'm gonna have sex for the first time in my sons body with a proper woman. Not with a dude as my son did. I wonder how different anal sex is?

As we both got naked I inserted my hard dick into her. Fuck yeah

I knew that Ashley would love to have her first time with me. Over the years I had some tricks in my sleeve and knew just how to use them.

As I was fingering her, I noticed someone peeping through the window, jerking himself off. My body stood there, enjoying the show.

I got down to lick Ashley's pussy and as I did, I was still watching my body at the window, hoping he would enjoy the show

Ashley:"Henry, I need you inside of me!"

I smiled and winked at my body behind the window. This is gonna be a very long night for both of us.

[gothcsz]

I can't stop thinking about reader being an overworked secretary, always so uptight, on the edge and Javi teases and mocks her about it all the time, is slightly mean, making the days insufferable for her until one day she breaks for him and Javi pounds all that stress out of her until she cries ♡

your beautiful mind, anon. i hope you enjoy this 🖤

tags: unprotected p in v sex, semi public sex (parking garage), dirty talk, javier has a big dick, hate fuck kind of, era typical sexism/misogyny, dubcon, no use of y/n, reader doesn't like javi at all but that doesn't stop her from fucking him, crying during sex, javi's cuffs make an appearance, unbeta'd, if i missed anything let me know thx. ~ 2k w/c

You’ve had it. Swear to god, if you have to sit in this uncomfortable chair, type up some useless report, or fetch another goddamn cup of coffee— you might just explode. 

Get an office job, they said. Secretarial work is easy and less fast paced than what you’re used to. So how come you haven’t seen a day of peace since you started working here?

Every agent in the office sees you as nothing more than the eye candy that gets the signatures they need for their dick measuring contest-esque operations. They don’t take you seriously, they flirt as if HR doesn’t exist, and worst of all— they patronize you like your head is full of air. Like there’s nothing between your ears.

Snickering behind your back, hushed whispers and tapered conversations when you enter the room, purposefully dropping things by your desk just to watch you bend over to pick them up.

The only one that treats you somewhat like a normal human being is Steve Murphy, and that’s only because he’s married. But even then, he barely keeps his colleagues from fucking with you.

Especially his partner— Javier Peña, whose reputation preceded him. You were getting warnings about the agent before you even touched down in Colombia. His affinity to fuck anything in a skirt. The unorthodox practices he indulged to gather intel. A playboy. A womanizer. How the fuck he manages to not get fired is beyond you, really. 

Especially with all the sexual harassment workshops that the office has to endure. Now you’re wondering if there’s so many of them because the asshole with the mustache can’t keep his hands to himself.

He’s no better than the rest of them, either. The flirting to get his paperwork further up the chain, asking you to go out for drinks after work, in which you decline because you’d rather be caught dead than tipsy enough to take a ride on the Peña express, chastising how ‘uptight’ you are and offering to help you relieve some of that stress.

My stress stems from assholes like you— the ones that treat women like sexual objects rather than people.

No matter how handsome or suave he is; the man is dick and apparently you rejecting his advances multiple times does nothing but fuel him to stay persistent.

Which blows your mind. You’ve seen the informants that stop by to ask for him, the women that approach him at office parties— he’s a total babe magnet. Why does he waste his efforts on you— the secretary?

You let out a frustrated groan, not giving a fuck if you get written up for leaving early today. It’s Friday, the office is dead, and if you’re approached one more time by any of these arrogant, good for nothing agents; you will get mouthy and possibly even land a bitch slap.

The gag is, you’re usually good under pressure… something about being surrounded by men like them all day just frayed your nerves like no other.

Gathering your things, you damn near book it down the hall, then elevator, until you’re in the parking garage and fumbling for your keys.

You’re so honed in on getting the fuck out of there that you don’t notice that not one— but two of your tires are as flat as pancakes and that, unfortunatley, is what tips you over the edge.

“God fucking damn it. Fuck this car, fuck this place, fuck everyone in this stupid,” you kick the tire, “fucking,” another kick, “building.” The last kick is misplaced and your toe digs uncomfortably into the pointed tip of your heel which has you cursing the heavens even more and bringing exasperated tears to your eyes.

Will you ever catch a fucking break?

And it’s like the universe is having a good ‘ol laugh, probably because you’ve just cussed it out, because a familiar jeep rolls by— being driven by the aviator wearing, habitually unbuttoned shirt adorning, smug jerk that is the root of your frustrations.

“Having car problems, nena?” He speaks to you from the rolled down window, perpetual smirk on his pouty lips as he eyes your flat tires then your rigid figure.

“Fuck off, Javier.” You turn from him, not wanting for the tears in your eyes to be noticed; but again, this motherfucker is persistent if anything, and he parks in the empty spot next to yours, cutting the engine and hopping out to join you.

“There’s that dazzling attitude. Things like this wouldn’t happen if you just smiled every now and again.”

Your hands curl into fists, sharply turning to face him, your face hot.

“Why the fuck do you always have to do that? Huh? You and everyone else— treating me like I’m beneath all of you—”

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you’re beneath—”

“Oh my god, shut up!” You exclaim, chest heaving, “I can’t even fucking talk without getting cut off. Nothing I say or do matters to any of you pricks. Not unless I’m bent over, picking your shit off the floor or running around like a headless chicken fulfilling your coffee orders. The weaponized incompetence, t-the unwanted advances; I’m more than that�� more than anything you all think I am. I hate this fucking job, I hate all you government assholes and I’m half tempted to quit but I can’t because I’m stuck here!”

You hadn’t noticed how close you two had gotten during your outburst, standing toe to toe with him. His brows pull into a frown, lips turned downward beneath his stache as he turns over your words.

“You really need to get laid.”

You snap, you do. Your fist coming up to sock him square in the jaw, which surprises him but you don’t stop. Landing blows wherever you can, kicking him repeatedly.

Javier lets you get a few hits in before he exerts his strength and grabs your wrists, dragging you over to his jeep and pressing your chest flat against the cool surface, the force of it leaving you breathless.

“Let go of me!” You squirm in his grasp but all he does is tighten his grip on you.

You don’t know if it’s because emotions are high and there is some truth to his words, but you feel the static of arousal at the base of your spine, your thighs tensing at the position in which he has you in.

“You know how to land a punch. Should get you out into the field. Maybe some excursion would calm you the fuck down.”

With both your wrists in one of his large palms, he uses the other to grab his cuffs and you don’t realize it until you’re restrained and your eyes widen.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing—”

“I’m giving you what you need, sweetheart.” His statement is laden with suggestion, tinged with lust. You look around the empty parking lot and how convenient that you’re both parked way in the corner, far from the elevator or any wandering eyes.

This is a bad idea. What you’ve been actively avoiding since you started. But fuck, are you pissed off and tired and you won’t lie— there is some appeal to getting your brain screwed out of your head after being screwed day after day in the office. 

Your resolve drops and you turn off your logical thinking, giving yourself over to Javier completely. 

“Then give it to me before I change my mind.”

Those words spur him into action, gun calloused hands bunching your skirt up around your waist, ripping your stockings and you gasp, heart beating wildly in your chest. His fingers work themselves into your panties, dragging along the wet seam of your cunt and your forehead falls against the exterior of his car, eyes fluttering close at how good it feels.

“So wet. Knew this little pussy needed to be taken care of. Don’t worry, reina, I’m going to make you feel so good,” he rubs your clit in slow, tight circles and you bite your lip. “Make you feel appreciated.”

Spreading your wetness, he slips two of his thick fingers into your tight cunt and you moan out his name, feeling so full. Much better than when you do it on your own.

He fucks you with his fingers, pressing himself fully against you and you can feel his hard bulge digging into the small of your back and that only heightens your arousal. His surprisingly soft lips are kissing along the back of your neck before he’s licking at your ear lobe, whispering how good you feel clenching around his fingers.

You come undone in record time, whimpers spilling past your lips and you’re not usually one to enjoy the fingering aspect of foreplay but goddamn— Javier is good. You can at least confirm that half the rumors about him are true.

It all happens so fast after that, him kicking your legs to spread wider, tugging your panties down to your thighs before he’s undoing his belt, releasing his hard cock from those tight jeans, spitting into his hand and using the mix of your release and his saliva to lube him up as he strokes himself one, two times before he’s lining himself up at your weeping entrance.

Your forehead remains pressed to the car, pussy fluttering in anticipation of being filled by a man you can’t stand.

He feeds you his cock in one swift motion, causing you to jerk forward and yelp loudly, the stretch of him inside your tight cunt burns as much as your hatred for him.

“Oh fuck,” you whine, tears stinging at the corner of your eyes as he begins to set a deliciously brutal pace. His hips snap against the back of your thighs, the flesh of your ass rippling with each thrust.

“Puta madre, nena, this pussy is so fucking tight.” He grits through clenched teeth, fingers digging into your waist, fucking you so good that you’ve lost your ability to speak.

All that flows from you are needy moans and broken sobs. The obscene sound of your pussy squelching, skin meeting skin, echoes through the parking garage and you forget how exposed to the public you are but you really can’t bring yourself to care at the moment; not with how good this man is giving it to you.

Your needy pussy takes and takes, walls pulsating around his thick cock— each time she spits him out, the creamy evidence of your arousal smears all over his shaft and this has him smirking, large palm coming down to spank you.

“Fuckin’ creaming all over me, baby. Knew you wanted this. Needed it so bad. This dick is gonna calm you down, won’t have you acting like such an uptight bitch anymore.” 

You gasp, both at his words and the sting from the spank, eyes snapping open as you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder to the best of your ability, shooting him the best disdainful glare you can muster despite being rendered damn near immobile by his big dick.

“F-Fuck off,” though the bite in your words is fucking toothless as your legs tremble and your orgasm begins to sneak up on you, starting at your neglected clit which is pulsating— begging to be played with.

As if reading your fucking mind, he slips one hand around you, pinching the raw flesh between his thumb and pointer fingers, rolling it around, causing your hips to inadvertently snap back against him.

“Oh, you like that. Can feel how good she’s grippin’ me when I play with your pretty little clit. You gonna come all over me, muñeca?”

His lips are at your ear, spitting more filth out and those tears from before have messed your eyeliner and mascara up, dark streaks painting your cheeks. Your head falls back against his shoulder, the entire world around you looking like a hazy filter has been applied over it as you succumb to the orgasm being given to you by none other than Javier Peña.

“J-Javi I’m gonna…” he continues to toy with your clit, cock pistoning into you even harder as his other hand leaves your hips and moves up to wrap itself around your throat.

“That’s right baby, let loose for me, sweetheart.”

He tightens his grip around your neck at the same time that he delivers a harsh slap to your pussy which has you screaming his name, the walls of your cunt squeezing his cock as your cum coats the velvety skin of him. He grunts in your ear, fucking you through your climax before he pulls out and tugs at his dick, spurts of his milky spend landing across the soft skin of your ass.

You’re both left a panting, heaving mess. Sweat mixes with your tears, your poor pussy swollen and sensitive, feeling his warm cum dripping down from your round cheeks to the back of your thighs. 

“Uncuff me.” You demand, not wanting to drown in the euphoria of how he’s just made you feel, opting for that post nut clarity that grounds you back to the shitty situation that led to these coital activities. 

He scoffs, “Just got fucked stupid and you’re back to being like this.” He tucks himself back into his pants, reaching for the keys to the cuffs and releasing you from them.

You rub at your wrists, taking your panties off and using them to clean your mixed release off you as best as you can. “It’s almost like good dick wasn’t the key to fixing all my problems. Who would have thought?” You quip sarcastically, using the back of your hand to wipe away the tears and ruined makeup, knowing you look like a goddamn mess right now.

You take your ruined stockings off and fix your skirt, really not wanting to do the walk of shame by going back to the office to call someone to help you out with your tire problem, but you must.

“How are you getting home?” He asks, running his fingers through his hair, standing almost awkwardly before you and you narrow your eyes.

“None of your business.” You state, pushing past him to grab your purse and keys, talking yourself up to march back to your desk and call for a mechanic.

“Let me help,” he offers and you chuckle dryly. 

“You’ve done more than enough. No thanks.” You begin to walk past him and towards the elevator but he stops you by grabbing you by your forearm.

“I’m serious. It’s the least I can do.” His eyes soften, and it’s in this moment that you realize how warm they are. A beautiful shade of brown, the shape of a baby cow’s with dainty lashes that compliment them perfectly.

Nu-uh, snap out of it. This is how you get hooked.

“No, the least you can do is leave me the fuck alone, Javier. You got what you wanted.” You snatch your arm back, glaring at him, before strutting off back into the building. 

[vrystalius]

Spiralling Obsession

Douma is laughing at himself for the silliness of writing this stupid letter, yet his hand just keeps writing and writing.

Pairing: Obsessed!Douma x follower!gn!reader

Chabudai: Chabudai are used for various purposes, such as study tables, work benches, or dinner tables (shokutaku (食卓、しょくたく)). In the winter, the chabudai is often replaced by a kotatsu, another type of short-legged table equipped with a removable top and a heater underneath. (Click on the word Chabudai for an example picture!)

(Douma slowly spiralling, yandere-ish)

His legs were crossed over on another as Douma sat quickly in front of his Chabudai, slightly hunched over the surface, staring at the empty paper he prepared to write on. He was spinning the fountain pen between his fingers, unsure how to start.

Gods, Douma doesn’t even know what exactly he’s writing. He can’t concentrate on anything of late! His head is always fuzzy, his chest stinging and his stomach hurting badly to the point he couldn’t eat a meal properly! Countless beautiful women and men were wasted on sad attempts to keep at least a little down before gagging all over again… All because Douma can’t get your damn face out of his head. It’s infuriating, really.

He sighed deeply and dipped the pen in a small pot of ink, hesitantly preparing to write down all his thoughts. The Founder wasn’t planning on ever giving you this letter since it was meant only to gather his damn thoughts so he can finally concentrate on things for once.

His pen was rapidly writing things down, almost obsessively.

» I can’t seem to get you out of my head. And believe me, I’ve tried. I have tried.

» It’s become unbearable, actually. Isn’t that hilarious? Usually I don’t think a lot about my followers. All their sorrows are the same, so why bother thinking more about them, right? I have better things to do after all. But lately, there’s been this nagging thought, this damning presence, always lurking, always interrupting, corrupting, my damn head.

Douma stopped for a moment to take a breath. His hand was a little shaky and the words he wrote down were almost etched into the table from the sheer intensity of pressing his pen down. He closed his eyes for a moment and threw his head back to take a breather. But every time he closed his eyes, your face appeared on his thoughts again. The shaking in his hand stopped and Douma’s shoulders sagged slightly. Just merely thinking of you was comforting to him for some reason. The thought of your smile and your eager eyes locked onto him, hanging onto every word that is leaving his mouth caused a nauseating warmth to spread all over his body. He took a small breather before continuing to write.

» I can barely eat. Do you know that? I can’t even enjoy the taste of human flesh without this gnawing ache in my stomach, as if I’ve swallowed something wrong. At first, I thought it was just my body reacting strangely, but no. It’s you. Somehow, every time I try to focus on something else, your face, your voice, your scent invades my mind and twists everything. You’re under my skin, like some kind of poison, and it’s making me sick.

» I never thought I could feel this way. Not me. I’m incapable of feeling emotions, I was born without them. But now… now I’m writing this ridiculous letter, hoping that if I just get the words out, maybe my thoughts will stop circling around you like vultures. It’s absurd. You’re nothing special. Just another plain follower, just another boring human. So why do I feel like I’m being torn apart from the inside out every time I don’t think about you? Or even when I do, I feel like stepping out in the sun or experiencing the wrath of the gods that I never believed existed.

Douma was now fully hunched over his desk, ink splatter decorating his aggressively written letter by carelessly dipping it into the ink pot before immediately going back to writing, letting the ink splatter.

» I should end this. End you. That would be the logical thing to do. Snap the thread that’s tangled around me and be free again. It should be so simple. But every time I think about doing it, I get even sicker at the thought of loosing you. I’d rather endure the torture you currently give me than even think about killing you. For now.

» I need to do something, anything, to make this stop. I can’t keep writing like this—it’s useless, it’s not working. I think it’s getting even worse. I don’t even know why I’m bothering to put these thoughts down, maybe I think that if I see them on the page, they’ll make sense. But they don’t. Nothing makes sense anymore.

» I just need to-

Douma slammed his fountain pen down onto the chabudai, breaking it. He lost his patience with himself after realising how pathetic he’s actually sounding. Is this how Gyutaro feels when he scratches his skin open to the point of skinning himself? Because Douma sure as hell feels like ripping all his skin off right now just to finally silence his ever circling mind.

His thoughts kept running and running, circling and circling, all about you.

You damn seductress cursed him, didn’t you?

Damn you.

🎃

Flufftober prompt: “Written letter but never sent”

It’s supposed to be fluff but I decided to make it angsty! Hope you enjoy! I missed writing for this silly man. This is my second attempt to write a fic for him, I actually started writing another and struggled hard so I switched over to this. The other fic was actually really fluffy and sweet, all kisses and cuddles and this is.. well. Yeah.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

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[eywaseclipse]

How They Eat Kitty*

Headcanon on how the avatar men eat their mates Iykyk

This is pure filth absolutely 18+ only

Jake:

Jake has a bit of an upper hand with previously being human understanding human women needs. And recreational sex in general. Before being enlisted in the Marines he was quite the ladies man. Even being wheelchair bound didn’t stop him from pleasing a woman. He relied solely on his mouth and fingers post Marines

As an Avatar he can do way more to please a woman with just his mouth

He eats you knowing that a woman’s pleasure always comes first. Literally. It’s not too sloppy where he loses control, after he is a disciplined man.

He starts slow, teasing you with his hot breath on your skin, making sure you anticipate everything

He likes to get you all riled up whispering in your ear how he’s going to take care of his good girl

He likes to trail kisses all over your body before where you need him the most sucking on your skin harshly

He uses a slow pace not burning himself out too fast making sure he edges you just enough

He sucks hard, French kisses your puffy lips slobbering on you like it’s his last meal

He’s also very vocal. He doesn’t shy away from praising you “that’s right pretty girl who’s making you feel good?” “Fuck baby, prettiest damn pussy I’ve ever seen”

He loves when you’re vocal too. If he’s completely lost in his own lust he gets needy

He starts to demand you tell him who’s making you feel good. “Say who’s making you feel this good baby girl!”

He loves it when you call him sir while he’s sucking your swollen bud

He loves eating, but god does he love the sight of you on his knees for him begging for his cum

Tonowari

This man may be absolutely huge and intimidating, but he’s a lover at heart

He will always make you cum first before he even thinks about his own pleasure

He’s gentle and tender even when he’s fighting his primal urges to take you and fuck you fast and hard

He’s a man of resolve putting all your needs first

He worships every inch of your body before kissing where you need him most

He loves seeing you writhe under him with anticipation

He loves kissing your pussy and breathing in your scent before diving in

He French kisses your lips slowly, then hearing your whimpers dives in like a man starved, completely drunk off your body

He puts his whole back into your pleasure

He loves how small you are compared to him

He eats you vigorously sucking, lapping with his large tongue, and practically inhaling your juices

Your pleasure is an absolute must before sex

He’s a little shy when he hears your cussing but you reassure him it’s because you feel good

He’s a love maker at the end of the day and is incredibly sensual for you

He likes to vocalize how your pleasure makes him feel good too “my flower, you’re driving me mad with those pretty little noises. Is this all because of me?”

He craves your validation knowing that you give it to him every time (he’s a very confident lover)

He prefers eating you out more than his own pleasure

He could devour you every single second of the day completely addicted to you

So’lek

A man like So’lek who’s seen more war and anguish than most, doesn’t waste time when it comes to pleasing his mate

He quite literally dives into it and is eager to make you scream his name

Although a grumpy man he’s secretly a romantic

Your moans are like music to his ears and he makes it his mission to satisfy you first and foremost

He starts by nuzzling his nose into your swollen bud loving to be absolutely smothered in your juices, he’s practically pussy drunk off you

He would let you suffocate him with your thighs if you wanted to; he’d die a happy man

He’s not much of a teaser and likes to be straightforward by kissing and sucking your clit and moaning loudly to send the vibrations through your spine

His favorite part is when your legs begin to shake and you grip his braids so tight his scalp goes numb

He likes to drag his tongue up and down your slit and then brings it to your puffy bud and rubs it in fast circular motions

He will have a pretty tight grip on your thighs so you won’t escape his clutch, sometimes accidentally leaving fingerprints on your hips

Sometimes he’s so caught up in the moment he brings himself to a climax feeding into your pleasure, because it’s the number one thing that turns him on

Tsu’tey

Although Tsu’tey is a traditional man, he’s by no means a prude

He’s had his fair share of lovers in his younger years and takes great pride in how confident he is as a sexual partner

He never lets you leave disappointed, and his mate’s priorities always come first: literally

He’s a little rigid and uptight at first since this isn’t his usual form of pleasing you but after testing the waters and hearing your pleas he’s more than happy to try

He’s calculated and meticulous with his movements

He drowns himself in the sound of your moans which give him the ego boost he needs to keep going

He uses small tentative licks that he likes to tease you with

A man of strong resolve like him quickly crumbles when he hears those sweet little whimpers coming from his mate

He likes to use his fingers to help out, not that he thinks he needs any

He’ll use two fingers in the “come here” motion expertly finding your g spot that’ll have you seeing stars in seconds

He loves to nip and kiss the inside of your thighs, teasing you to perfection and sucking on your tender skin

His favorite technique is to suck on your swollen clit and finger you with his long tongue at the same time usually resulting in an immediate orgasm

You have to pull him out of his shell a little bit with being vocal, but once he’s comfortable he moans along with you

Secure in his sexuality he likes to ask you how he can do better eager to learn how your body works from the inside out

[poppy-metal]

i LOVE blocked messy patrick sm. “wdym i didn’t love u? girl does 40$ cacio e pepe mean nothing to you?” gets angry you’re even around other men as he’s fucking other girls as we speak. he is SO ready to rehash every single argument of your relationship, even years on because he still cares so much about everything to do with you. he will fight you about everything as long as it keeps you talking to him. patrick is king of never letting go. once he loves someone he never stops, like a mistreated dog. and you always love him. and he knows you always will. he’s a firm believer, he never for one second believed your break up was the end. he maintains the right to be annoyed at you for everything you do even when you’re not with him, because you’re still with him really. you’ll never not be with him. you’ll never not be his. i love him.

HELP.

texting him back immediately like "you're such a child i dont know why i unblocked you," to which he hits you back with "you can unadd me but you can't unsuck my dick."

you get so annoyed and drawn into you're like oh please your dick was too small to remember you by and you both know thats a hard lie, and hes not wasting a second reminding you how you moaned on it and if you still act clueless about it he'll just have to send you that video he took that one time - of you fucking yourself back on his cock, completely whoring out, babbling "its so big daddy - fuck, fuck, yes - i love it -"

you tell him he shouldn't be holding onto videos like that and hes a freak knowing damn well you still have all the nut videos he sent you saved to your camera roll (thats beside the point) eventually he says something like

get all that brat out so i have a reason to come shut you the fuck up you're really starting to piss me off

im never letting you fuck me again, you fucking dickhead i hate you

yeah keep lying to me I'll make sure to cash all that in next time I'm inside that pussy

you block him. pretend you aren't throbbing between the legs and thrilled at the knowledge you'll definitely see him again - and he'll definitely make good on that promise.

[rayshippouuchiha]

For the Oyabun!Ichigo AU:

After Kisuke manages to unseal Ichigo, the first thing he does is tuck his body away in Kisuke’s lab for safe keeping, and return to Seireitei because two of his men have passed since he took over his little but ever growing band of yakuza - one from a car accident, one from a wasting illness that didn’t react to any treatment - and Ichigo will be damned if he doesn’t take care of his people in death as he does in life. 

It takes a few days to track them both down in the outer districts of Rukongai, but enough of his senses had remained after the sealing that he knows what each and every one of his people feels like. And while they haven’t always done good things, they are good men, and every one of them has done their best to protect Karakura to their dying. 

And he knows what he needs to do.

Ichigo, showing up to Seireitei: hey

Seireitei, unaware that Ichigo had been unsealed or unalived: AAHAHAhaahahhahaHHHAHAH

Ichigo: stop screaming it’s just me

Seireitei, immediately shutting up because they’re still programmed to listen to his orders: ….

Ichigo, holding up both of his ben by their collars like misbehaving kittens: these two are mine but you can borrow them

Ichigo, to his men: listen, they kind of suck but they said they’re trying. if you see anything hinky, come get me immediately

Ichigo’s Men: we’re….dead?

Ichigo: does that look like it’s stopped me?”

And over the years the Gotei Thirteen get used to Ichigo popping up with newly deceased souls and directing them to what he feels is the appropriate Divisions. Most of them go to Kenpachi in the 11th - “He’s strong as shit, but they’re all kind of idiots and they’re bored. See if you can do something about that. Stand your ground and you’ll be fine.” - a surprising amount are directed to Unohana and the 4th - “She’s a great teacher, but the key is respect. She’ll pull out your spine to prove a point and then put it back in to make a point. You’re just a soul now; you’ll survive it and it will suck.”

Several key people are given to the 7th. Komamura is in charge of diplomacy between Seireitei and Rukongai. Ichigo has seen what the outer districts are like and he has plans. It won’t hurt to have some of the men he trusts ready and waiting for the changes he’s going to make. 

Every Captain, Lieutenant, and all of their underlings hold their collective breath the one and only time Ichigo drags - literally - one of his men to the 6th Division.

Ichigo: what’s up byakuya, rukia says we’re still on for dinner next week also i brought you this

Ichigo: *holds up his man like he’s a white boy showing off a fish he caught*

Ichigo: this is akio he is the best fucking accountant i have ever met in my life my accounts have never been cleaner he’s fucking bomb at taxes you should let him do your paperwork

Byakuya, knowing full well that Ichigo is just Like That: Rukia has mentioned the plum sake Urahara keeps on hand. Bring a bottle or two. You can leave that there. I’ll take care of it. 

Ichigo, dropping his man: cool thanks see you next week

Yes god. Once you're one of Ichigo's people you're HIS and not even death changes that. Plus, being so close to Ichigo for so long, even before Kisuke fixes him up, is absolutely going to activate and build up spiritual power in his minions.

[thezombieprostitute]

The Arrangement - Part 5

Summary: Jake's done a lot of things to keep his sister, and then his niece, safe from his parent's influence and manipulation. If he wants to keep them safe, he has to marry you.

Warnings: Bad parents, Implied physical abuse. Let me know if I missed any!

Chapter 4 -- Chapter 6

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You're in the hallway when you hear Clay say his goodbyes to Jake with a promise to visit. It's now just the two of you, the part of the night you've been dreading. You step out to where Jake can see you, keeping your head down.

Jake takes several tries to start talking. Seeing you like this, he gets what Clay saw. It's a splash of cold water on the rage he had initially felt during your "wedding". Where he thought he had seen disappointment and coldness he now sees timidity and fear. Jake has been perceived as many things, annoying, intelligent, dorky, but never scary. He definitely doesn't like that you're scared of him.

"I, uh, I guess we should choose our rooms?" he finally says, making your brows knit in confusion. "I...I know we're..." he gestures at the two of you. "But you...I...we don't have to do anything you don't want." Your eyes widen in surprise and he's quick to add, "it's not because I don't want to, you're beautiful, and I'm sure you're great in bed, and I shouldn't have said that, and I'm sorry, but I'm just so nervous, but I think we'd both sleep better in separate rooms? If that's what you want? Or we can share a bed, if you want, I promise no touching that you don't explicit consent to, and I'm going to stop talking before I make myself look even more awkward than I feel."

He's rubbing the back of his head, cheeks pink, eyes down, clearly uncomfortable. He almost looks more like a teenage boy trying to ask out a pretty girl as opposed to the angry, hateful monster you were certain you'd married. You want to chuckle but the suddenness of the transformation leaves you even more on edge. Is his offer of separate rooms genuine or a trick? You want, so desperately to believe him, but can you?

Remembering the layout of the penthouse, however, gives you an out. "There's only one bed," you inform him. "The other rooms have couches or chairs, but no beds."

"Seriously?" Jake asks. "Why would they do that?"

"My...my guess is that they want to...ensure...that, that we..." you imitate his earlier gesture indicating the both of you and his eyes widen in realization.

"Well, damn," he mumbles. "I'll go ahead and sleep on the couch then, okay?"

"Are you sure? They look like they're meant for looks more than comfort."

Jake gives a soft huff, "I spent enough time in the military that I can sleep anywhere, I promise."

"You're in the military?"

"Formerly," Jake replies. "It's how I met Clay. And it's a very long story that can wait for some other time."

"It's impressive," you admit. Most of the men in your life were the type to act tough but would never actually go through with something as harsh as military training.

Jake blushes again, "well, it's no Masters Degree in ecology. That's a lot of hitting the books! Never was my forte, preferred hands on learning, which is why I never did well at school and I'm rambling again. Sorry about that."

You feel the heat rush to your face. No one's ever acknowledged your degree outside of claiming it was a waste of time and money. You really hope his compliments are sincere, but are still careful to not take them fully to heart. It could easily be another manipulation tactic.

"Thank you," you tell him. "I'll be happy to split the bedding and make sure the guest bathroom has toiletries."

"You don't need to do that," he shakes his head. "I've made do with a lot less and, most importantly, you're not the maid. You don't have to take care of me like that." You open your mouth but kind find the words to respond. He continues, "oh, did you want me to cook breakfast in the morning? I doubt it'll be as good as you cook, that pasta was awesome, but I can do some cooking and you shouldn't have to cook everything, especially not for someone who can cook for themselves, but I also don't want to intrude because you know where everything is and if you prefer to have the kitchen to yourself I completely understand, I just wanna help you out because we're in this together and..." Jake's face scrunches up in a wince, "and I'm rambling again. I'm so sorry."

"Whoever wakes up first makes breakfast?" you propose.

"I like it," he nods.

You go to get some blankets and pillows for him and he waits outside the door to the bedroom. When you give him a quizzical look he replies, "it's your room. I'm not entering without permission." Giving him a contemplative nod, you thank him before handing him everything.

"Goodnight," he tells you. "I hope you sleep well."

"You too," you tell him as diplomatically as you can.

He heads to one of the other rooms and you close the door to the master bedroom suite, your bedroom. As tiring as the day has been, you're not sure you're getting sleep any time soon. Your husband has given you much to think about.

Chapter 4 -- Chapter 6

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Tagging: @alicedopey; @ashdoctor; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn;

@icefrozendeadlyqueen; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly

[robin-writess]

Could u do a Kieran x reader angst scenario where reader is attacked while patrolling because she wandered too far, they steal her horse and she stumbles back into camp with whatever injuries you decide!! Maybe she passes out as soon as someone starts yelling for help, but she stops really talking much (stops visiting Kieran in the mornings etc) so he takes it into his own hands to get her horse back cuz he is in love and would do anything do hwr 🥹

Yes ofc! Thanks for the request <3

🎀 Bruises and Apologies 🎀

Kieran Duffy x fem!Reader

Warnings: violence, blood, slight angst (reader ignores Kieran for a while)

A/N: Sorry if this isn’t the best, I’m not the best author on this app but I really hope you’re satisfied with it<33

You sigh as you stare off into space. You don’t know how long you’ve been out there, but you know it won’t be anytime soon for you to go back. This is exhausting. Standing around for hours at a time to guard camp. For what? Nothing ever happens. You’re just wasting time.

You’re too lost in your own thoughts to hear the group of men making their way to you. Each man carrying his own weapon. But you’re soon brought back to reality when one of them hit you in the back of your head with his gun.

You let out a grunt and quickly turn around to try to fight back, but the man hits you in the face before you could do anything. You could already feel the bruises forming, blood running down the back of your head to your back, staining the shirt you were wearing.

Your weapon falls from your hands onto the ground. You can see a few more men behind him, one of them running off with your horse. “Hey!” You yell after him, the man in front of you quickly covering your mouth so you don’t draw any attention to them.

“Shut your damn mouth lady,” he says and starts beating on you more. You can tell he’s an O’Driscoll by the way he talks and how he looks.

Whimpers and soft cries escape your mouth as you try to defend yourself from these men. He gives you a final strike to the face before him and the other guys run off.

Blood spills out from your nose, your left eye swollen and sore. Your face is covered in blood, bruises and cuts.

'What the hell just happened,' you thought as you stumble back into camp.

"Hey!" you call out, finally making it back. Your breathing gets heavier, and your vision starts to get blurry, black surrounds your peripheral vision.

"Oh my god, y/n, are you okay??" you hear Mary-Beth as she runs over to you.

She places a hand on your shoulder as she calls out for help. Before you know it, you're surrounded by people. Miss Grimshaw, Arthur, Dutch, Sean, Kieran..

Then everything went black. Your body hits the ground and Miss Grimshaw immediately picks you up and brings you to your tent.

—————

Mary-Beth nearly jumps out of her seat as you begin to stir in your seemingly forever nap. Soon you open your eyes, a soft grunt escapes your lips as you raise your hand to your throbbing head.

"You're awake," Mary-Beth says under her breath, resting her hand on yours. "Are you okay?"

You take a deep breath, and another soft grunt comes from you. "Mm, my head hurts," you manage to croak out.

"You passed out... Miss Grimshaw took care of you." Mary-Beth says, "I helped stitch up that cut over your eye there," she points towards the injury she mentioned.

"Thank you for that, Mary-Beth," you smile, trying to sit up.

"Hey, you're going to need more rest. You're not doing good right now, lay back down and I'll come check on you later, alright? I'll bring you some food and water." She says before walking out of your tent.

You sigh, annoyed at your condition. You absolutely did not want to stay in bed all day. It drove you crazy, bored out of your mind just lying there with nothing to do. Even worse, you don't know how long it'll take for you to heal enough to get up and be out there with everyone else.

Not long after, Mary-Beth came back with some fresh stew and a cup of water.

"Here you go," she sets the food in your lap, and you take the water from her hands, downing it almost immediately. "Kieran's real worried about you, y/n."

"I'll be fine," you say dismissively, setting the cup down and stuffing food into your mouth like you've never eaten before.

"Well whether you're fine or not he's still worried." She continues. "You should talk to him when you're better."

You sigh before nodding, "Okay."

She walks out again, leaving you alone. Your own thoughts eat you alive like they always do as you finish the food she brought you.

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The next day eventually comes, and you decide to finally get out instead of being stuck in your tent all day. Cool air hits you as you walk around camp. You look around, taking in the view. Some people were working, some were sitting around the fire laughing and talking, and others just relaxing. Your eyes soon land on the horses, you see Kieran with Branwen as he usually is, and then it hits you... they took your goddamn horse.

You were too annoyed at the fact that you had to stay inside all day to even remember that. It hurt, it felt like you lost a part of yourself too. That horse was special to you, he (or she) was like any other one you had. You sigh and roll your eyes, walking off to find a place to clear your mind.

A few hours pass and Kieran starts walking over to where you were. You hadn't moved, too lost to even think straight.

"Hey..." he says, twiddling his thumbs as his feet are restless, constantly moving from one spot to another.

You don't answer him, no, you just sit there, staring off into space just like you were hours earlier.

"uhm.." he grows antsy, fidgeting with his fingers more. "y/n..."

Still no response from you. This shocked Kieran, as you were usually always so happy to see and talk to him. A wave of sadness overcomes him, and he tries one last time to speak to you.

"Uhm.. I noticed your horse is uh.. missing..." he stammers out.

You let out a dramatic huff and roll your eyes before storming off, the only response he's had out of you. This just hurt him even more. Tears begin to well up in his eyes, but he doesn't let himself cry. He thinks he's just being a baby.

"It's okay, she just needs space..." he whispers repeatedly to himself as some sort of comfort.

He thinks that all you need is time alone, so he respects it, he gives you your space.

A week goes by and still no word from you... Then another week, and another. At this point he has no idea what to do. He's hurt, confused, and annoyed. He'll do anything to get you back.

Then he remembers your horse is gone. The horse you've always loved more than anyone.

Kieran doesn't even ask Dutch if he can leave camp, he just goes. Alone. He has no weapons, no protection, nothing. Just him and his desire to get your horse back. All he wants is for you to be happy.

No one even noticed his absence, not even you. That was until a day or two passed and Mary-Beth came to you out of nowhere and asked where he was.

"Y/n, do you know where Kieran might be?" She asks, "I haven't seen him anywhere around camp."

This gets your attention. "No... I don't know.." You reply.

Now you're worried. You feel horrible. Ignoring him for weeks, acting like he doesn't exist, and now he's missing...

You just wanted to curl up in your cot and cry. You get jumped by damn O'Driscolls, your horse gets stolen, and now.. your beloved Kieran goes missing... And the worst part is you don't even know if he's dead or not.

And so that's what you do. You run to your tent and just cry your eyes out. A million thoughts racing through your mind as you sob uncontrollably about everything that has happened.

It feels like forever has passed until your emotional breakdown finally came to an end. You just lay motionless on your cot. Your pillow soaked with tears, eyes puffy, tear-stained cheeks and mouth slightly agape. And there you are again, stuck staring off into space, except this time there were no thoughts eating at you, just a painful feeling of agony and grief. Your heart is heavy, and you're completely drained of energy.

You don't know how long you've been lying there, but you started hearing some commotion outside. Not normal chats between camp members, and you know they're not having a party. Part of you wants to go out and see what's happening, but you don't. Too tired to even care.

Not long after, the flaps of your tent open then close, and in walks Kieran. He's a mess, he's dirty, his old torn up clothes are worse than they were before.

"Kieran!" you quickly sit up, staring with relief and happiness.

"Hey, y/n-" he's interrupted by you practically jumping into his arms.

"Oh my God, Kieran!" a tear falls from your eye as you laugh with joy, "Where did you go?? What happened???"

You finally let go of him, looking into his eyes, smiling brightly, which earns you a smile back from him.

"I uh, got you your horse back..." He says with a soft smile.

More tears drop and you hug him again. "Thank you so much, Kieran.. Oh my God I was so scared, I didn't know if you were okay-" Kieran interrupts you, placing both of his hands on each of your shoulders.

"It's okay.." he says softly, "I'm okay, y/n, I'm okay."

He grabs your hand and leads you to your horse. "I fed him and made sure he was okay for you." he says, afterwards receiving another grateful response from you.

You smile and happily pat your horse, the large animal returning the affection by nudging you softly with his nose.

"Kieran..." you say, looking over to him. The same smile still plastered across his face, he's so proud of himself.

"I am so sorry.." you continue, earning a confused look from Kieran. "For ignoring you... and just.. I don't know, everything. I'm sorry,,"

"Hey," he says, "It's okay, I understand."

You smile softly. "I love you, Kieran."

"I love you too." He plants a soft kiss to your forehead and pulls you into a warm hug.

[maluuustrawberry]

write more of the el dorado series please 🙏🏾

"My biggest treasure"

(Tulio X Fem! Reader X Miguel)

(The Road to El Dorado Fanfiction)

{Part 3}

{Part 2}

{Part 1}

N/A: As you wish baby heheheheheheheh. I'm back my readers! If there are any errors in the fanfic, please correct me. Good reading! ❤️

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~{Pov} Y/n:

After a long time, night came and all the men were going to bed. I was still awake and already sneaking food into the rowing boat. I had to at least find something to keep me awake so we could set off when everyone was asleep. I took a short break to eat the apple I was saving.

For God's sake, Y/n! You're helping two thieves and you're going on a trip with them?! What if this town doesn't exist? What if they betray me? Of course Miguel promised me, but I'm not sure I should trust him, I don't know how seriously he takes promises. I can't believe I'm practically throwing everything away to find this city... Ah Dad... What I won't do for you...

I came out of my thoughts when I was eating the apple and Altivo gave me a little push to get my attention. That horse was very intelligent:

“Hey boy.” He kept his eyes on the apple I was eating. “I know what you want, you know your owner won't let you, but I'm good...”

I handed him the apple and he ate it, then kept asking me for a cuddle:

“Ok boy, I've got to go now.” I said as I stroked him. “There's a lot ahead for me... and for those two clumsy boys too.”

I added and laughed as I said it. I moved away from Altivo and went to check that everyone was asleep before calling Miguel and Tulio, and they were, it was now. I went to the lower deck where the cargo was and where they were hiding. I approached the barrels:

“Come on, they're all asleep, it's time.” I said and immediately they came out of the barrels.

“Finally, did everything work out?” Miguel asked and I nodded.

“For a moment I thought you were going to betray us and leave us here.” Tulio said in an attempt to annoy me.

“I'm not like you.” I returned the taunt and he looked me up and down.

“Come on, guys...”

I went ahead, the boys followed me off the deck, I saw Miguel putting something away in his shirt, but I didn't see what it was. We got out, Túlio and I tied the boat to the rope to lower it into the sea while Miguel watched to see if anyone was coming:

“Make sure you tie it up properly.” Túlio spoke with mockery, I couldn't resist and made the famous middle finger sign. “That's not something a lady does... Oh I almost forget, you're not one... you're just pretending to be a man around” He sneered.

“Keep believing I'll care about a thief's opinion, Tulio.” I said as I climbed into the rowing boat and, still holding the rope, prepared to go down, just waiting for him and Miguel.

Túlio climbed into the boat, looking at me disapprovingly and I just ignored him. Miguel walked up to us on tiptoe so as not to make any noise, but Altivo went up to him and gave him a little push to get his attention. For God's sake, don't let that horse make any noise...

“Oh Altivo...” Miguel said as he stroked the horse, but it didn't seem to want any affection, it was sniffing around for something in Miguel's blouse.

“Come on Miguel!” Tulio whispered impatiently. “Stop wasting time, this is a workhorse, not a poodle!”

Miguel quickly went to the boat, I was going to lower the ropes so that the boat would go out to sea, but he stopped me:

“Y/n, let me do it, you've already done too much.” He offered, holding out his hand.

“Oh, all right...”

I handed him the rope and sat in the boat while they went down. I confess I was quite scared of the water, I can't swim, there's that, but I don't think anything bad will happen... I hope... Altivo was neighing low and grumbling and he looked at us as we lowered the boat into the sea. Damn, that horse is going to wake someone up:

“Shiii! Altivo...” I whispered to him and signaled silence, that horse was smart, but he kept stubbornly neighing.

“Arg! What does that horse want?” Tulio asked angrily.

“He wants the apple.” Miguel laughed as he took out the apple that was hidden in his clothes. That's what he had stolen.

“Then give it to him before he wakes up the whole ship!” Tulio impatiently took the apple from Miguel's hands and threw it back into the ship, the horse soon falling silent.

As I was sitting down, I took the opportunity to take off the rest of my disguise, since I was without my false moustache, I took off my hat and let my hair down. After a few seconds, the apple that Tulio had thrown came back and fell into the sea:

“How this?...”

Before I could finish the question, the three of us were startled by Altivo jumping into the water to get the apple, which was very unexpected:

“Altivo!”

Miguel shouted, letting go of the rope and jumping into the sea to save that horse. As soon as he let go of the rope, the boat became unbalanced and fell into the water, I almost fell into the sea and Tulio became a little unbalanced too:

“Miguel!” Túlio shouted as he rowed over to the blond who was trying to help the horse.

I held out my hand for Miguel to take and climbed back into the boat. Holy shit, how are we going to save him and that horse?!

A caravel passed right by our rowing boat, and the wave it caused caused our boat to capsize:

“Oh no!” I exclaimed frightened and nervous as I held on to the boat, I didn't know how to swim. “No! No! No!”

We shouted as soon as the boat capsized, I couldn't hold on and fell straight into the water, desperate, I was trying to keep myself afloat, flapping my feet and hands anyway:

“I can't swim!” I said as I tried to breathe, but the water was entering my mouth and nose, suffocating me. “Help!”

The boys managed to swim to the overturned boat and climbed in, then saw the situation I was in:

“Hold on!” Túlio held out his hand. No fucking way!

“No!...” The water went straight into my mouth and I choked. “I'd rather drown!”

“Miguel, wrap the rope around the horse and pull on three!” Tulio said, handing Miguel the rope.

“But what about Y/n?” Miguel asked, but Tulio interrupted.

“Just do it! Quickly!”

I knew I shouldn't trust them. Gradually I sank and lost air, I still wasn't giving up and I was desperate to get to the surface, but it was no use, my nose started to sting and the water started to invade, my vision gradually blurred and I blacked out.

~ {Pov} Tulio:

Miguel and I pulled the boat and managed to get it unstuck with Altivo inside, we climbed exhausted into the boat:

“Where's Y/n?” I asked and Miguel pointed, a little dizzy and catching his breath.

I looked where Miguel pointed and saw only the girl's hand, she was sinking. I wasted no time and jumped back into the water, swimming over to her, who was passed out. I dived in and luckily managed to catch her and swam back to the boat, holding her:

“Oh my, Y/n...”

Miguel was very worried when he saw the fainted girl and helped me get her back into the boat. I climbed in, and the first thing I did was to put my head on her chest to listen to her heartbeat, but it was impossible because of her bodice and the large number of bands she was wearing on her breasts, I think because of her disguise. I can't believe I'm going to do this...

I lifted her clothes a little and took off the straps and bodice, which were squeezing her body. Miguel looked at me reproachfully as if to say "What are you doing?", but I ignored it, I'm just trying to save her. I mean... I won't deny that it was nice to see her body and a bit of her breasts, after all, she is attractive. I put my head on her chest again, I could hear her heart:

“She's alive.” I said as I patted her face to wake her up. “Come on... come on, Y/n... Breathe!”

I kept doing this and after a few seconds she woke up. I didn't want to admit it, but I was quite relieved.

~ {Pov} Y/n:

I woke up, regaining consciousness, coughing and spitting out the water that had gotten in, my breath was burning and I was trying to catch my breath, they really had saved me?

“Y/n!!!” Miguel hugged me tightly. “I thought you'd left us!”

“Less, Miguel...” Tulio said and the blonde slowly let me go. “Let her breathe, you'll end up killing the girl that way.”

“W-Who...” I tried to speak, but I was still coughing.

“Is there any food left at least?” Túlio asked, catching his breath.

“Ah... yes and no...” Miguel replied. The food had gone into the sea and Altivo had eaten almost everything else they had salvaged.

“Oh no!” Tulio lamented and put his hands on his head.

“Tulio, look on the bright side, it can't get...” Before he could finish speaking, the heavy rain suddenly started.

“Would you say 'WORSE', perhaps?!” Tulio asked him angrily.

“No, I wouldn't...” Miguel lied.

“No?” Tulio asked again.

“No, seriously, I've already reconsidered my optimism...”

I just watched them, sitting next to Altivo and controlling my breathing, after all, I had almost drowned. I found it strange that I was breathing better and didn't feel "tight", and that's when I realized that I was without my corset and my sash, which I had tightened on purpose to hide my breasts in the disguise... so wait a minute... no, they didn't do that... I felt my face heat up a lot, how embarrassing, I hope they didn't see anything. Still sitting down, I put my knees in front of me and hugged my legs, I wasn't wearing anything underneath and my clothes were wet, almost transparent:

“I told you it wouldn't be a good idea to take her!” Tulio said angrily to Miguel and pointed at me. Hey, wait a minute! “Women are always a bad omen at sea!”

“Arg! shut up!” I said, still sitting down. “I had nothing to do with it, it wouldn't have happened if that horse hadn't jumped into the sea.” Altivo neighed, complaining. “Sorry, boy.”

“Before I suspected you were a curse, now I'm sure!”

“Oh really?!” I asked sarcastically and moved closer to him and Miguel. “I've barely started raising hell in your life yet! What do you want me to do now? Throw you to the sharks?”

“Better than living on this trip with you!”

“Guys, please...” Miguel butted in and approached us. “Stop it, of course we're going to have a lot of obstacles on this trip, but we'll manage. Relax.”

He moved away from us, picked up the oars and started rowing:

“I'm starting to regret taking part in this...” I mumbled to myself as I tried to calm down and put my fingers on my eyebrows, I'm going to avoid fighting with Tulio just for Miguel.

“Yeah, me too.”

“You bastard.” I muttered to Tulio.

“Stubborn.” He muttered back.

“Stupid.”

“Liar.”

“Little fucking thief.”

“Masculine.”

“Guys!” Miguel scolded us.

“All right!” Tulio and I said angrily in a chorus.

We were shivering after diving into the sea and the cold water from the heavy rain that was falling on us. I hope the sea doesn't get too rough with this storm...

Continue...

[vertigoed]

tinder 2.0 || fuckboy! Gojo satoru

part 1 | PART 3

MASTERLIST

synopsis : in which you match with satoru gojo, tokyos most seeked after playboy

word count: 6,907

summary: fem!reader, drug usage, toxic satoru, **smut at the end **

much to your dismay, satoru didn't respond to your last message, in fact, it had been a couple days since your conversation with him.

you wondered if that means he's given up. you kept telling yourself not to waste your time thinking about it and even went to the length of deleting the app so you would stop checking it every hour.

just like how you had over 100 matches, he probably had thousands and you were nothing but a number to him. after all, tinder was mainly filled with horny people wanting an easy fuck and a quick ego boost and satoru gojo seemed to fit those criteria perfectly.

"so you find any hot guys yet?"

you get pulled out of your thoughts by nobara, who was flicking through a magazine with her feet propped up in your lap.

"no," you scoffed, then you trail off as gojo crossed your mind, "well, there is this one guy..."

"who? are you going to show me the chat? hello?" nobara dramatically waved her hands in front of her face, already impatient for the details.

"don't judge me alright?" you giggled softly, "he's the biggest dickhead and it's disgusting how he talks to women but-"

"less talking, more showing," she snapped her fingers and laid her palm out for you to hand your phone over.

"wait, i need to redownload it," you muttered, hastily opening up the app store.

"why did you delete it?"

"because..." you said as you watch the app download onto your phone, "i was checking the app so often, it was unhealthy."

you passed your phone with his profile opened up and instantly she let out an ear piercing squeal.

"damn," she brings her phone up to her eyes so she could admire every detail of his photos, "how can somebody be this hot? are you sure he's not a catfish?"

"i don't think so, he wanted to facetime me," you said, "but read our chat from the start and you'll probably judge me for liking him."

she clicks on the conversation between you two and you notice that he finally replied. your breath hitched and you leaned over to see what he said.

gojo: lets just skip the facetime

gojo: let me take you out tonight , i'll send you my drivers license is that good enough for you princess?

you open up the image he sent and internally screamed at how perfect he looked in his license photo. you felt your stomach twist and turn at the thought of meeting up with him as you tried to envision what he would even be like in real life.

"you need to fuck him," she looks up from your phone with a serious expression, "if any other men spoke to me like that, it's a hell no. but he's an exception, i don't blame you. plus, it's tinder, who cares if he skipped the small talk."

"i'm so glad you understand me," you felt a sense of relief to hear nobara say those words. you leaned back into the sofa, clutching a pillow tightly to your chest.

you don't notice nobara typing on your phone with a mischievous grin and your heart drops when you get your phone back and you see what she had sent.

you: that's good enough for me daddy x pick me up at 8

"nobara!" you shriek, your face heated up and you throw your phone at the ground in horror, "he's going to think i'm a freak! it doesn't even make sense to call him daddy in that context-"

nobara bursted into laughter as she watched you panic, "y/n, he literally asked you for sex, he's going to like it in any context. he's probably jacking off right this second."

"yeah but-ugh, you're so fucking annoying!" your voice was still raised and you let out an exasperated sigh, knowing it was too late to do anything, "i just don't want him to think he's going to get laid, if he turns out to be a horrible person, i'm going to go home-"

"relax and just shut up and get ready," nobara interrupts you, ignoring your glare and pulled you up from the couch.

your friend ignores your protests and forced you to shower so she can help you get ready. you were hoping you'd have time to roll a joint to help you ease the nerves, but nobara took up all the time you had- treating you like her human sized barbie doll.

after several outfit changes and having to experiment with three different makeup styles, you finally met nobara's approval for your 'date'.

"fuck i'm scared," you turned to your friend from the mirror, looking for reassurance. you were wearing a backless long-sleeved top paired with a black midi skirt and a pair of kitten heels. nothing too flashy but not too conservative either.

"geez, you're acting like it's your first time! you look hot as fuck he's probably going to jizz in his pants at the sight of you," nobara waved her hands and rolled her eyes, grabbing your phone to see what he said.

gojo: 5 away.

you gulped nervously and watched the clock by the minute until you heard a car pull in. nobara jumped up, smiling from ear to ear, looking just as excited as you. she started to aggressively pull you to the door to hurry you up, slapping your ass on your way out.

"okay love you bye," you beamed at her.

"call me if anything happens! tell him i got his license and everything!" she calls out after you and you nod.

your eyes fall on the sleek black mercedes parked in front, the exterior was so shiny it seemed like it was just driven out of the show room. your heart begins to race in anticipation and anxiousness as you walk towards the car.

you take a deep breath and open the door, carefully sliding in and the smell of weed and air freshener instantly hits your nose. you're stunned at the sight of him, he was even better looking in real life. his gaze lingered on you, taking in every detail of your appearance with a small smirk on his lips.

"hey," he breaks the small silence, his ocean blue eyes glistening with amusement. his voice brings you back to reality and you feel self conscious, unsure of what he found funny.

"hi," you greet him back. you hated that you were feeling so timid.

his eyes felt like they were burning into your skin as he shamelessly checked you out like you were a piece of meat. your heart stops when he leans in, and your reflexes pull you back in surprise.

his face was now close to yours and he lets out a small laugh before leaning in further to reach for your seat belt and buckled you in.

"i can do that myself," you muttered, tucking in your hair behind your ear, feeling a little embarrassed at your reaction.

"but you called me daddy," he cocks his head to you, feigning a look of confusion, "so i'm just making sure my baby's buckled in safely-"

"shut up!" you cut him off as your face heats up, giving him a small punch on the shoulder.

"getting physical already," he whistled as he began driving, he turns to you with that same smirk that irked you, "i like it. should we just skip the dinner and go back to mine?"

"no," you said firmly in a blunt tone as you tried to pretend you weren't flustered, "by the way, that wasn't me. that was my friend who went on my phone."

"you look hot tonight by the way," he ignored your last comment and casually places a hand on your knee, causing your breath to hitch, "all dolled up for me, i'm so lucky aren't i?"

his palm against your burning skin sent goosebumps up your spine, you look down and couldn't help but admire how big and slender his fingers were. you don't brush his hand off and look out the window. even though he was acting like a jerk within the first few minutes, you secretly enjoyed his relentless flirting.

"i always go around like this," you lied.

"okay, love."

so fucking arrogant, you think disgruntledly.

soon enough, you arrive at the steakhouse you chose last minute. you get out first, smoothing down your skirt as you waited for him. he got out of his car with sunglasses on- which you thought was very strange- and slowly walks over to you.

he places his large hand on your hips and pulls you to start walking. "come on princess, let's go," he said with his eyes straight ahead.

he did this so casually like this was normal for him to be so touchy with someone he just met. you, on the other hand, weren't used to this at all. for 20 years of your life, you've only been with three guys and you made them all wait months to even be able to kiss you.

"why are you wearing sunglasses at night time?"

"because i don't want too much attention," he smiled at you and you scoff but say nothing.

"can i order for us?" he asked once you get sat down at your table, putting down the menu, with his blue eyes peeking up at you from the black-rimmed glasses.

"yeah i guess," you shrugged, "just don't order me something shit."

"that depends on how you'd define shit," he smiled, " two steaks okay?"

"make it rare," you nodded and thank the waiter for pouring the water.

"you like your meat raw huh?" his face was straight but burst into a grin as he watched your reaction slowly change from flustered to offended as your mind registered the joke.

you learn that he was seriously a teacher at some high school, and you let him know you feel bad for his students for having such a perverted teacher, to which he laughed in response.

"of course, i don't say anything inappropriate to the girls," he said, taking a sip of his wine.

"right," you scoffed and let him pour you another glass.

"so why are you on tinder? just for a fuck or hoping to lock down a poor fella?"

"to be honest," you stop to swallow your food and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before continuing, "i'm just on it because i'm single and bored and the attention is fun."

"fair," he nodded in agreement, "i'm on it just for an easy root."

i didn't ask you jerk. "that's something so obvious that you don't even need to say it out loud," you narrowed your eyes and take another sip of your wine to wash down the food, "especially on a date."

you feel his foot gently touch your ankle, which you ignored and kept eating. you look up from your plate to see him still staring at you and you rolled your eyes.

"can you focus on eating?" you snapped, feeling self conscious with the fact that he was practically watching you eat while his food was going cold.

"it's a shit steak," he chuckled and pushed you his plate, "you want mine too?"

"yeah but don't expect me to pay," you shrugged, taking his steak with your fork and knife.

"wow, you caught me," he places both hands up.

thanks to the three glasses of wine, you warmed up to him fairly quickly by the end of dinner. aside from his frequent sexual innuendos and remarks, he was a nice guy and knew how to actually pay interest in what you had to say.

"i am stuffed," satoru stretched out his arms the moment you exited the restaurant, turning to you with a grin, "you know what else i'm stuffing tonight?"

"you didn't even eat, you just said that so you can make that lame joke," you laughed. it was pretty obvious you were drunk and started to find him humorous.

he smiled and put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. it felt a lot more natural for you to be in his arms now, almost like you've done it a million times in the past. he smelt like a mixture of fresh laundry and cologne, a scent that smelt strangely nostalgic. you lean your head against him, closing your eyes as your vision was slightly blurry.

"don't be falling asleep on me now," he slides his hand down and gives your lower waist a squeeze. you open your eyes and find his mouth hovering over your ear, "save that for after."

you look up at him and those dreamy blue orbs were staring into you through his thick lashes with his lips curled into a small smirk. maybe it was because you were intoxicated, but you swore you could see them sparkling as if they were studded with stars.

he opens the car door for you and helps you get in, buckling you in like he did before.

"you're so confusing, one second you act like a jerk then you're a gentlemen the next," your words were slurred and you poke a finger at his hard bicep, "stick to one personality."

"i treat my woman good, what's wrong with that?" he shrugged, starting up the car. he paused and turned to you with a straight face, "now's your chance to decide if you're sober enough to come back to mine or get dropped off home."

"yours," you answer and his face breaks out into a smug grin.

he begins driving and it wasn't long until his hand found it's way to your leg. his touch felt cold against your hot skin that was burning from the alcohol. you bite the inside of your cheek and press your head against the cool window. your stomach began churning and not in a good way- and that's when you realised you drank a bit too much.

you didn't want to look at him, worried you'll say something stupid as you didn't trust your current state of mind.

satoru started stroking your thigh, you gulp as it slowly inches further up. it wasn't like you didn't want it but right now, you were more focused on keeping your dinner down.

you shift in your seat and stop his hand with yours, still keeping your attention away from him. he looks at you with slight confusion but retrieves his arm, placing it back on the wheel.

"are you feeling okay?" he asked.

"i might've had too many glasses," you shook your head, closing your eyes to ease your pounding head. the smoothness of the car ride was starting to make you feel more nauseous by the minute, "it's this car that's making me sick."

"sorry about it princess," he chortled, slowing the speed down and opened the windows "let me know if you'd like this shitbox to pull over if you need to let it out."

"don't talk about vomiting," you groan as a more intense wave of nausea washes over you at the mention of it

"you can't handle your alcohol can you?"

you don't answer and keep your head out the window, wishing this would pass. your worst nightmare would be to vomit in front of him.

"i'm not usually like this, it must've been something i had," you said.

your hands are gripped onto the car door as you ride the nerves and the car finally pulls into a gated driveway that leads up to skyrise apartments.

he drove into an underground basement and you start to feel a tad better as the car park to a halt. "you good?" he checked in on you again once he's finished parking and you give a small nod.

you follow him out of the car and into the elevator. your balance was distorted and you slightly stumbled as you walked, which satoru took notice of and sighed.

"maybe i should've taken you home," he said, holding you by your shoulders to help you balance on your feet.

you keep quiet and focus your eyes on the marbled floor, grimacing at the sensation of your ears popping as you waited to reach the 40th level.

"i'm not even drunk," you lied straight through your teeth, blinking profusely at him, believing somehow that will convince him of your sobriety.

he chuckled at your statement and grabs your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks together until your lips were pouting like a pufferfish. he stares down into your eyes with a playful glint, "your face and eyes are red like a tomato, you can't walk properly and you're twitching like you're having a seizure. i think you are drunk."

your jaw dropped at his apartment which happened to be a penthouse overlooking the entire north of tokyo. you had never been in an apartment with such tall ceilings and wide living space and found yourself starstruck at the view of the skyline.

satoru lets out a dramatic sigh, watching you be amazed by his home and plops himself on his beige sofa with his brows knitted into a small frown, stroking his chin, "why would you even let yourself get this wasted?"

"it's my fault?" you look away from the view, voice starting to raise, the alcohol was not helping you control your emotions. you stomp over to him with narrowed eyes, "you are such a fucking jerk, you think i want to feel like vomiting? i told you it's something i had-"

"okay, calm down first of all, i'm sorry," he cuts your rant off and grabs your hands to pull your weight down to the sofa, making you clumsily fall next to him, "and secondly, you can't blame me for being frustrated. you're the one who decided to pretty up like this and now you're too drunk, it's a bit of a tease isn't it? it's not my fault i want to fuck the shit out of you."

even in your drunk state, you were gobsmacked at the way he said it so calmly and confidently. you tried to say something back, but then you feel your dinner churn violently in your stomach, almost threatening to come back up your throat. you start to gag and put your hands to your mouth, turning to satoru with panic.

satoru was visibly freaking out and points to a door down the hallway, "can you make it to the toilet?"

you shake your head and gesture your hand to signal him to fetch you something. he runs to the kitchen to grab a plastic bag and sprints back, but he was too late.

he stared down at cream woollen rug that was soaked in your vomit. the room felt silent, until you feel the second wave of nausea and begin spewing uncontrollably again.

"oh fuck, i'm sorry," you mumbled, groaning as you drop to the floor. you instantly felt better though.

"fuck me," he exhales deeply, pinching the corner of his nose and walked off.

he shortly returns with a towel and tosses it into your pool of vomit.

"just leave it, i'll get somebody to clean it tomorrow," he said, stopping you from cleaning it up and you feel a second towel drop to your head as well as a shirt, "you can use this to shower and change, you got shit all over yourself now."

he noticed you didn't move and pulled you up by your arms, "come on. don't be embarrassed just because you vomit all over my rug that i bought a couple weeks ago."

"i'm sorry," you apologised again, shrugging his arms off, "i'll shower and leave."

he didn't answer and let you walk yourself to the bathroom. you make sure to take a quick shower, hurriedly washing out the vomit in your hair as you didn't want to spend another minute in his apartment. you knew you overstayed your welcome and he's probably never going to see you again.

you didn't have to be sober to take the hint that he was disappointed and annoyed he can't fuck you, you were just wasting his time by this point.

"don't leave," he says the moment you step out of the bathroom.

you pause in your tracks and stopped drying your hair, unsure what to say, and he clears his throat, continuing, "because taxi is going to be at least $300, which i don't want to pay for and i also can't be bothered dropping you off."

oh.

"okay, well, i can't afford that either... i'll just sleep on the couch if you don't mind and i'll catch the first train home," you awkwardly shuffle over. you notice his eyes lingering on your chest and you quickly cross your arm, realising you weren't wearing a bra underneath the white shirt he let you borrow.

"you take what i say too seriously," he said with a strange look in his eyes that contrasted his usual playful nature, "i'll show you the spare room."

you follow him up the stairs and he takes you to a room that was the size of your own apartment, "there's filtered water in the fridge and text me if you need anything," he said bluntly, before closing the door behind him.

you tried not to let his change of tone bother you and laid back on the soft, king sized bed.

"whatever," you muttered to yourself as you stretched your limbs and take out your phone to call nobara. you chew on your lip as you wait for her to answer.

"hello?"

"i vomitted in his house," you blurt out and then explain to her a slight hazy recount of the dinner and how you ended up ruining his expensive rug.

"well, i only got one thing to say," nobara spoke over the phone, "you fucked up bad, if i were him, i'd never want to see you again."

"i figured," you sighed, staring up at the ceiling, "i don't even want to stay the night, i just feel so embarrassed."

"wait, he's letting you stay the night?"

"i mean i offered to leave but he said he can't be bothered to drop me off or pay for my taxi and i can't afford it either.." you replied.

nobara starts laughing, "this guy drives a mercedes and live in a penthouse in tokyo, $300 means nothing to him. he clearly just wants you to say."

you frown at her ridiculous theory, "no you don't understand, he literally said he's annoyed that i got drunk and the way he talks to me now has totally changed-"

"you are so stupid y/n," nobara sighed, "listen, you're sober enough to hold up a conversation. go into his room and fuck him right now."

"what no! did you not listen? i vomitted on his rug, why would he want to slee-"

"don't you want to fuck him too?" nobara cuts you off again, "he's giving you space because he think's you're too drunk, not because he doesn't want to fuck. plus, what do you have to lose? you already humiliated yourself."

you don't say anything and stare at the ceiling in silence.

"live a little for once in your fucking life," nobara continued, knowing you were contemplating your options, "i'm off to bed, don't forget to use a condom."

and with that she hung up, leaving you in deep thoughts. i do want to fuck him, but what if he doesn't want to fuck me anymore?

you shake your head and pulled at your hair in frustration. you hated that you were always full of second guesses and doubts and just like nobara had said, you should loosen up for once.

"okay, i got this," you give your cheeks a light slap to wake yourself up from the drowsiness and inhaled deeply to calm your racing heart.

you were already stumbling down the corridor despite trying to be quiet walk on your tippy toes. you then realised you had no way of finding out which door was to his room and you didn't want him to think you're creeping around his home.

"the fuck am i doing," you sigh to yourself, realising how stupid it was to just knock at his door, and spin on your heels to retreat back to your room.

you jump when you realise satoru was standing at the stairs with a beer in one hand and a blunt in the other. he was changed into a loose t-shirt that hung over his broad frame and tight sweatpants.

"yeah what are you doing? shouldn't you be knocked out from all that vomitting?" he perked at eyebrow at you.

"i-i um was just u-uh seeing if you got," you began stuttering, trailing off as your mind turned blank.

"uh- i-uh?" he mimicked your stutter, making you shoot a fierce glare in his direction.

"i need makeup remover," you announced with your chin held up as you tried to play it off. even though you were in no position to be annoyed, his banter agitated you.

"i got a bar of soap?"

"forget about it," you say flatly, feeling deflated at how pathetic you were acting, "goodnight."

nobara was wrong. it was too late and he was clearly turned off by you. you didn't blame him though, projectile vomiting chunks of steak and chips onto his nice rug wasn't the most attractive sight.

"you want to sit out with me while i smoke this blunt?"

you turn around, "okay," your voice came out cheerful and you quickly adjust your face, not wanting to seem too excited at his invitation.

he led you to a balcony on the other side of the second floor. the scenery of the glistening city lights took the breath out of you, leaving you speechless.

"how the fuck can a teacher's salary afford this?" you leaned over the stone balcony and stared down at the small buildings and the cars that looked like ants.

"i'm a special teacher," he chuckled, taking a seat on his patio couch. he laid his beer down on the table and started to light the blunt, "there's water next to you, you should stay hydrated before you end up vomiting again."

"will you please stop bringing that up?" you rolled your eyes and take a seat next to him, "i swear you're doing it to annoy me."

he smoked his blunt, offering you a puff which you declined. "so what's the actual reason you came out of your room? were you tryna find me?"

"no," you lied, taking a sip of your water to avoid his gaze.

"you're an awful liar," he chuckled, taking a long draw out of his blunt, he takes a couple more draws and sips of his beer before continuing, "why are you sitting so far away from me?"

you look down at the small gap between you two and frown back at him, "i'm literally just sitting next to you."

"not close enough," he murmered and pulled you by the waist to close the distance.

his face was close to yours now and you could feel his eyes staring into you while you kept your head slightly turned. you felt nervous again and felt your hands go clammy.

"aw, you're shy," he said in a low voice, the ends of his lips curled up, "it's cute."

"i'm not being shy," you meekly defend yourself, looking up at him to meet his eyes as you try to ignore the monstrous butterflies eating away at your stomach, "you just... do things out of the blue."

"right," he said and leaned over to the ash tray to put out his half smoked blunt. he takes a sip of his beer again before returning back to his original position, "so do i need to make an announcement before i do this?" his voice low and husky.

"huh?" you barely managed to respond before he pressed his lips against yours. at first, you were too shocked to react, but then you felt yourself melting into him. the kiss was soft and gentle, his large hands cupping your face, but then it deepened, becoming more urgent, his tongue starting to explore yours and his hands move down to your waist, pulling you in closer if that was even possible.

the flavor of him lingered on your tongue - a heady combination of alcohol, mint, and weed. it was a taste that left you craving more, but just as suddenly as it had begun, he pulled away with a grin, leaving you breathless.

"you did it again," you put your hand to your slightly swollen lips and looked away from him, annoyed that he found this to be funny.

"it's hard to control myself around you," he gently grabs a tuft of your hair and pulled at it.

"why do you keep pulling at my hair like that?" you take your hair out of his fingers.

"just trying to show you what i would like to do to you."

just do it, just go for it the voice in your head was getting louder by the second and without thinking, you grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a kiss.

this time, he wasted no second to explore your mouth. his hands on your get body gets rougher as they explored your body and the kiss gets more aggressive. a small moan escapes your lips when he begins to suck on your neck, causing him to halt and look up at you through his heavy lids.

"you like that huh?" he gives you a crooked smile and shoved his tongue into your mouth, his hand now squeezing your ass with your skirt pulled up. he was kneading it so roughly you were certain your they were going to be bruised the next morning.

you let him pepper kisses down your body, getting up to help him take your shirt off. he stared down at you, taking in the sight of your naked breasts before attaching his lips around your nipple. you let out a yelp as he began sucking on it like he's been starved for days and your hips grind down onto the bulge sticking out of his sweatpants.

he lets out a small growl and tugs at your nipple with his teeth, looking up at you with dark eyes. your hand snakes down his stomach and you grab his cock, stroking it through his pants while peering down at him with your hair and tits shoved into his face. you notice a stain on his pants and smile down at him.

"you know what you're doing," he grunts as your grip around the bulge gets tighter and your strokes get quicker. he shoves you off, causing you to fall back onto the couch, heavily panting as you watch him take his shirt off.

your hands instantly go to his chiselled chest and abs as he leans over you, hands dangerously close to your soaking pussy. you whimper a little as his palms rubbed your inner thighs, hating every second of his teasing.

he smiled against your lips as his fingers slip past your panties. he pulled away and stared down into your eyes as you feel him slowly rub your clit. he loved watching you slowly lose control of your body.

you moan loudly and you push your hip up, wanting more of his touch. "stop teasing me," you whined, feeling yourself get wetter as he softly pressed down onto your sensitive nub. you didn't care if you were stroking his ego, you just wanted to feel something inside of you.

"what's the rush? we got the entire night," he said in a low tone, sporting his signature smirk then roughly pushed your knees wide open.

you gasp at the sensation of the cool air hitting your bare pussy. he doesn't hesitate to shove his face between your thighs, taking a slow and hard swipe between your slits. you feel every inch of his tongue licking up your folds, collecting your juices and sucking profusely on your clit, causing you to whine and moan. the feeling of his tongue dipping in and out of you felt so good, you found yourself grinding down onto him.

"you taste so sweet," he looks up at you, his lips glistening with your juice.

he comes back up and roughly pushes his lips against yours, making you taste yourself. without a warning, he slams his long fingers into you and it wasn't long before you're chanting and screaming his name as he pounds you with his slender fingers.

you've never been touched like this before. treated so aggressively yet be worshipped as if you were a goddess. you feel your wetness drip down your thighs as you clench down onto his fingers, wanting to feel more.

"you're going to cum for me sweetheart?" he whispered in your ear as he feels your muscles spasm and tighten with every curl.

his fingers were so quick yet every stroke was hitting your g spot so perfectly. your hips were pushed up to him as he finger fucks you. watching you while he stroked his own cock through his boxers. the night air was filled with the squelching noises of your dripping pussy getting fucked and your moans, while he muttered dirty things to you.

"i'm going to cum!" you cried and this only made his fingers work quicker.

he attaches his warm mouth onto your pussy again. you gasp in shock at the overwhelming sensation of having his lips suck your clit while his fingers worked in and out of your tight muscles. you find yourself losing control of everything, moaning his name as the euphoria washes over you and you feel your cum oozes out, all the muscles in your body relaxing instantly.

he wouldn't stop sucking your pussy until he tasted every drip of your cum, ignoring your pleas for him to stop as you couldn't take it anymore.

"we're not done," he snarled,taking his fingers that was coated with slick and shoved it past your lips. you suck on it, staring up at him, making him quietly growl and pulled out his cock, stroking himself at the scene of you sucking your own cum off his fingers.

your eyes widen at the sight of his twitching cock. it was the biggest you've ever seen, long and dripping with precum, the tip an angry shade of red and begging to be sucked. he read your mind and brings it closer to your face, letting the tip spread its pre-cum all over your lips.

you open up your mouth and he slides it in, he lets out a long and deep moan as you close your lips around him. it was only halfway in and you were already choking, tears poking at the corner of your eyes as you try to fit him in.

"you're going to swallow my entire cock for me?" he grunts, shoving it further until you had tears pouring down your cheeks, "you're going to be a good girl and make me fuck this pretty mouth of yours yeah/"

you moan at his words, your fingers finding its way down to your clit that was already wanting to be touched again. you shake your head, unable to breathe, as he tries to fit his girth down your throat. he noticed you touching yourself, "you're a greedy little slut aren't you?" he said.

satoru pulls out of your mouth, saliva dripping down your lips as he did so. he gives you a brief second to breathe before he thrusts hard into you again, causing you to gag around him. he lets out a small whimper at the feeling of your throat closing in on him.

he grabs your hair and pulls it into a ponytail as he fucks your mouth. "fuck, you're so fucking good at this," he moaned, shoving you down until your nose was touching his abdomen.

he slides his dick out of your mouth and begins rubbing the saliva soaked tip against your clit. you moan and cry as he repeated the motions, making sure his cock was covered in your slick.

you were so wet at this point, he could slide in so easily but like a true asshole that he was, he continued to tease you until you were practically begging for it.

"i want to hear you ask for it," he smirked, watching himself play with your clit with the head of his cock, "your pussy looks so pretty and wet spread out for me like this."

"satoru, please," you bite your lip as you tremble beneath him. you had never been so desperate to have a cock inside of you, "just put it in, please."

"how bad do you want it?" his voice drops and he inches the tiniest bit into your flaps. this made your moans loudly and you try to push the tip in further but his large hand stops your hip, "don't fucking move. it goes in when i want it to, got it?"

you nod but you're greeted with a slap, "use that pretty mouth of yours to talk."

"y-yes."

"yes what?"

you look up at him through your lashes, your eyes trailed down at the sight of his giant cock pressed up against your opened pussy while he slid it up and down. "y-yes daddy, i understand," you closed your eyes, feeling shy as this was your first time calling someone daddy.

you scream when he slams his entire cock into you, not giving you any chance to adjust to his size. it hurt initially but you feel yourself loosen as he rams in and out of you like a deranged dog.

"oh fuck!" you cried out loud as he continued to fuck you at lightning speed, "fuck, that feels so fucking good daddy."

"yeah?" he snarled, slapping your cheek again, "look at you acting like a little slut right after you've been playing hard to get. i told you that you'd want to fuck. you love this cock don't you?"

"yes, i love your cock daddy," you scream into your arms, trying to hold back the tears.

you felt so dirty to be fucked out on a balcony, knowing anyone could be watching from the neighbouring buildings. satoru pulled out all of a sudden, "turn around with your ass up."

you follow his command and get into position, squealing at the harsh slap against your cheek. he bends down before you and licks your throbbing pussy, giving your clit a few rubs before slipping his cock back in.

"you're stretched out nice and good for me," he muttered as he watches himself slip in and out of you. he groans as he you pulsate around him, stopping for a moment.

you clench yourself down with every stroke, wanting him to pound you harder. "satoru, fuck me," you mumbled, looking over your shoulder.

he slaps your ass again and you let out a small moan from the pain, "you don't call me that."

"daddy, can't you fuck me harder?" you correct yourself, giving him a small pout.

you see his orbs flash with lust and you feel his length slowly pull out then thrust itself back into you, his balls hitting you as he repeated the motion. each thrust was getting harder until your face was pushed into the couch, muffling your screams of pleasure.

"is this hard enough for you priness?" he groaned into your ear, his fingers rubbing figure eights onto your clit.

you nod, your brain was too fucked out for you to say anything. it wasn't long until you find yourself shaking all over his cock, your second round of cum spilling all over it.

he moans in pure bliss at the feeling of your warm cum washing over him and drip out of your hole. he continues to fuck you, slow and hard, enjoying the view of your pretty hole that was drenched in your mixture.

"i-it's too sensitive," you shake your head and drop to the couch as you weren't able to hold yourself up.

"aw i'm sorry baby," he shifts his weight onto you, his cock was pushed so deep inside of you, it was starting to hurt at the over sensitivity, "i'm just enjoying every moment of this, you're going to be a good girl and take it until i cum all over this pretty ass of yours."

you nod and he continues to thrust deep inside of you. his movements start to become uneven and slowed until he hastily pulled out and you feel the hot liquid shoot onto your cheeks.

"fuck," he whined breathlessly, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back.

he quickly grabbed a towel from a basket and wiped you down so you could sit up. both of you were breathless and sweating, unable to talk for a moment.

you feel awkward and hastily pick up the shirt from the ground, pulling it back on.

"i prefer it off," he grinned, still naked from head to toe, "you're sleeping in my bed tonight by the way."

you don't say anything and follow him back inside, letting him hold your hand as you walked.

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PART 3 OUT

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[cer-rata]

Vandal Savage Makes an "Uh-oh"

Vandal: …You know, allowing you to speak before we torture you is a courtesy, one that I have no problem rescinding. 

Damian, sitting in a cell, thinking very hard: …Damn, Savage, I don’t know if I can save you from this one. This may very well be the end of your immortality.

Vandal: What are you talking about? You think I fear your mother? Your father? Even if he wasn’t a gnat in my grand design, he would never be willing to do what needs to be--

Damian: Yeah no, who even IS afraid of Batman at this point? And you know, I’ll give it to you, you’re a big fish.

Damian: ...Which is actually the problem here, because that means they’re all going to feel the need to come at the same time.

Vandal: The Justice League? I have enough fail-safes--

Damian: Nooo no no, they’ll be here before the League would ever, and I’m certain you didn’t prepare for most of them, half haven’t even gone public yet.

Vandal: ...You’re wasting my time, I see that I have to--

Damian: Then let me just break it down real fast, because you need to know this.

Damian: Me? Not going to kill you, I don’t do that anymore.

Damian: Superman? He--no, not that one, the one that should be at the club--I can almost feel his anger from here. It’s flattering, really...so he’ll want to, but won’t.

Damian: Nobody? Will want to, but won’t…unless you do something really stupid, but I don’t think you’re the type.

Damian: Abuse? Would never, but will want to break every bone in your body. He will succeed. 

Damian: Robin? Free space, the 'Good Egg,' she’ll just want to take you to jail. 

Damian: …But that’s when the problems start.

Vandal: …What problems?

Damian: If Beacon decides she wants to kill you she’ll do it in a way we can’t prevent or prove. It’ll be a stroke or a brain hemorrhage, maybe even literal ego death--

Damian: And let’s face it, you’re old as shit and everyone hates you, so do you really think they’ll  bother to investigate any of that? 

Damian: Apostate won’t kill you, but only because he will have something much nastier in mind. Truly a fate worse than death, disturbing as hell, kid has issues. If you have a choice, I recommend picking the ‘ego death’ instead.

Damian: Star Sapphire...well you broke my arm so he's definitely going to try to kill you, your best bet is that ‘Bi-Panic Superman’ stops him in time.

Vandal, flinching at a distant explosion: What the--

Damian: Shit! You distracted me, I didn’t come up with a way out for you.

Damian:

Damian: Oh no!

Damian:

Damian: Anyway, if 'Flashlight' makes a mess, he’s filling out the report, I’m not covering for him again, he knows how much it upsets me when he loses his temper and disintegrates people.

Vandal, angrily pressing buttons on his device: Why aren’t my men responding--

Damian, wincing at another, closer explosion: …Heeey, can you do me a favor and just...stand a little farther away, so I’m out of the splash zone?

Vandal: What!?

Damian, aggressively gesturing to his fit with his good arm: Look at me! When you start wearing white, it is very important to keep blood from getting all over--

[soilaluna]

how jjk men propose (out of the blue) gojo & toji x f!reader extreme fluffiness 1.6k w

gojo loathes routine. the only thing he's willing to drown in is crowded parties, one-night stands, and unlimited beverages. but not routine —nuh-uh (never). he can think of a thousand reasons why engaging in the same activities with monotonous regularity is unhealthy, crazy, and out of the question for him.

but then you introduce yourself. and you sweep him off his feet in a matter of weeks. then, in just in a couple of months, you drag him into your silly, meticulous routine and he thinks: there's no way he's going to pull through that relationship. he gives the two of you a couple of more weeks, at the most —if he survives dinner at 7 o'clock, if he can endure cleaning the house religiously on sundays, if he can keep taking the dog out for a walk every damn night before going to sleep.

but slowly, very surely, he has a change of heart. and suddenly he finds himself asking you to go out for a jog as soon as the sun comes out. and it's him who starts cooking at 5:45 pm so the dinner is ready just on time before you leave work. and grocery shopping —he loves those. he loves them with you. he adores the little rituals now his just as yours. and he wants them for much longer —forever if it's possible.

he realizes so while both of you are in the supermarket.

you're asking him something about some vegetables. he's clutching a plant of lettuce in his hand when he spits out, "i want this."

you tilt your head. you obviously have no clue what he's referring to cause you inquire, "you want... what? rocket or chicory? cause i find chicory disgustingly bitter."

and so, satoru chuckles, shakes his head, and adds, "no, not that, dummy. this. doing stuff. with you —for the rest of my life. our life, if you let me."

to his heartfelt confession, you answer with silence. it's just a few seconds of disquiet, but for satoru they go by like centuries. people walk around you, and there's too much noise (someone even asked him at one point to move his cart out of the way) but he's solely focused on your narrowed eyes and oh, no.

he royally fucked up.

he acted on impulse and didn't stop to think once about everything else: your own wishes, the proposal —because who the fuck proposes in a supermarket? (someone who doesn't want to hear a yes, obviously).

so, naturally, he panics. he opens and closes his mouth like a fish. he knows what he wants to say —we can wait, we don't have to marry at all, please don't panic, runaway and leave me— yet he can't word a single thought. he hadn't even properly asked! what reaction was he expecting from you?

but then (so merciful) you speak —not quite literally. you just wrap your arms around his neck and smash your lips against his. and oh, no kiss from you has ever felt sweeter. you mouth no words but the message is clear as water and it's so perfect. his hasty decision makes sense, by then. you never asked for anything more than an honest love.

he presses the palms of his hands against your back and hugs you tight against him. seconds go by, minutes —one, three, five. he doesn't count, he doesn't care.

it's not until someone passes by him and coughs that he puts his feet back on the ground. he's about to whine about the devastating interruption but adoration gleams in your toothy smile and wide, bright eyes and there is no way he can waste his attention on anyone else.

"so," you tease, "does this mean we have to plan a fancier dinner?"

(satoru rolls his eyes and then he goes for another kiss).

/

the upper floor is all chatter and laughter while toji's downstairs, in the kitchen, chopping meat for lunch.

he peeps the clock: you've officially been kidnapped by tsumiki and megumi for over an hour. he doesn't know what they're up to but he wouldn't dare stick his head up the stairs —not again, at least. he had already asked once if he could join them and megumi—with his usual, amusing blank stare—practically slammed the door in his face (tsumiki added a scream in the background, go away, dad!). and so, he was relegated to fulfilling the mere role of a chef while wondering just what the hell his kids were doing with his girlfriend.

a few more minutes pass before tsumiki finally speaks to him again.

"dad!"

toji covers the simmering pot before he turns around, "what?"

his daughter pokes her head between the stair railings. "c'mere" once toji gets closer, she adds, hushed, "i just wanna say that this is my idea and my idea only. she didn't want to do it 'cause she thought you'd get mad so please, please, pleaaaaase don't get mad."

toji raises an eyebrow —now he's really intrigued about what they'd been up to. tsumiki always behaved. she knows where the lines are drawn and never bothers to cross them. so whatever they've done, whatever had his daughter worried enough to apologize in advance, must be serious.

"ok?" he falters.

tsumiki whips her head to her right and calls out, "all good!"

megumi instantly appears and positions himself at the top of the stairs. he coughs a couple of times and not a second later, the most out-of-tune version of 'here comes the bride' comes out of his mouth.

slowly, you appear in the line of toji's vision. you respect the typical rhythm of a bride's entrance. one step —pause. another step —pause. one step —pause.

toji's eyes glimmer as he takes you in: your dress is made up of one of the kids' bedsheets, it hugs you loosely over your chest. the silver plastic crown you're wearing —he remembers buying it for tsumiki at a carnival fair not long ago. your holding an improvised bouquet of fresh flowers, so fresh he can see the roots from where he stands (he bets megumi has ripped them out from miss ayumi's garden) (he'd make sure his son apologized later). and the makeup —geez. he'd never seen you wear so much blush and red lipstick. you looked like one of those vintage porcelain dolls but —oh.

if only you knew how exquisite you looked.

you were pouring light everywhere. even if you felt uncomfortable, even if you felt insecure (toji could read you like an open book by now).

"what's the matter, doll?" he inquires.

your eyes bounce between the stairs, the walls, the kids. everywhere else but him.

"tsumiki wanted to play, i told her that it could be —y'know... "

too much? yeah. maybe some time ago.

(he could see why you were freaking out).

the first time you tip-toed around the idea of marriage—a little over a year after you had started dating—was the last time you ever did. it was just a silly comment you had made while you were watching a travel tv show —the couple on-screen was on their honeymoon. you asked him then what his ideal honeymoon location would be.

"for what? 's not like i intend to have one again".

and you never brought up the conversation ever again.

he knew his response had been blunt and unfair. but he'd thought—thanks to his brutish lack of understanding—that it was better to be straightforward and not misleading. the least he wanted was to fuck up what you both had.

(but he did fuck up. greatly).

and only now he had realized it.

there was no one else but you. he already had been gifted a second chance (with you, with love) —and life was often too callous to gift third opportunities. he didn't consider himself a smart man, but he'd be the stupidest human on earth if he wasted another second.

he wanted to marry you (and if he was lucky enough, you'd still want to marry him too, after all).

toji meets you halfway up the stairs. he leaves a couple of steps in between, just enough for him to kneel on one knee.

you look at him with a bent brow, your head is tilted but still, you manage to grin as you ask, "what are you doing?"

"what does it look like?" he questions back, "marry me".

you let out a nervous chuckle, clearly not believing what is happening. "what?"

"what you just heard. marry me, baby. for real." tsumiki immediately lets out a shrill and starts clapping and jumping. "i don't —i don't have a ring right now but i'll get one for ya. and we'll get you a real dress. and the kids will be dressed up all nice and pretty. just the four of us... what do ya think?"

toji waits, in dreadful silence. the second thoughts arrive in a second. maybe he should've prepared everything better. maybe you wanted something special. maybe he had let you down—once again— and suddenly this impulsive decision felt idiotic and absurd. of course, you deserved better. of course, you knew this and he wouldn't blame you if you said—

"yes".

yes.

he thinks he's daydreaming for a second but then—as if you could sense his dubiety—you repeat, louder. "yes!"

yes, yes, yes. you said yes.

your eyes are crystalline, filled to the brim with tears. your smile is as wide and beautiful as ever.

he leaps to his feet and reaches out to you. he clasps his hands around your cheeks and kisses you. tender and passionate. full of endless longing and eternal promises.

the kids are quick to join (megumi hugs you from your side, shedding tears of happiness) (tsumiki jumps to toji's arms, giggling).

(he's never been happier).

"i love you, wife" he utters.

"and i love you, husband."