#that second-to-last sentence is absolutely a flex

[nizhspo]

ok this right here is lowk just straight smut i’m gonna keep it a buck.. uhhh it goes w this ask and is atsumu miya paired with control by pnd

you see him before he sees you. which is rare.

he’s standing at the edge of the kitchen, drink in hand, dressed like some half-assed version of woody from toy story. flannel rolled to his elbows, hat tipped back on his head, jeans slung low on his hips. stupid sheriff badge pinned to his chest like it means something.

he’s talking to someone, laughing like it’s casual. but then his eyes drag over the crowd and stop.

on you.

the music’s loud, bass-heavy, but his stare hits sharper than the beat. it rakes over your bare thighs, your high-cut denim shorts, the knotted gingham top that doesn’t even pretend to close.

his eyes stick to your cleavage. then your mouth. then back to your thighs like he’s counting the ways he could ruin you tonight.

you don’t flinch. you just sip slow from your solo cup and tip your little cowgirl hat low.

you’re leaning against the fridge.

he walks right up.

“well, would ya look at that,” he drawls, lips twitching. “what a coincidence.”

you glance up at him, calm, unimpressed. “is it really?”

he lets out a soft laugh. the kind that says he’s not sure if you’re gonna kiss him or kick him in the shin.

he likes it.

“you wear that just for me, darlin’?” he teases, voice low as he leans in closer.

“sure,” you say. “you and every other man with two eyes and poor impulse control.”

his grin widens. “thought i was the only one ridin’ tonight.”

you raise your eyebrow.

he smirks. “y’know… save a horse…”

“finish that sentence,” you murmur, “and i’ll walk away right now.”

he laughs, full and real this time, but you see the way his fingers flex like he wants to grab your hips. he almost expects you to tell him no. again. to make him wait. again.

but you just push off the fridge, shrugging like it’s nothing. “alrighty, cowboy lead the way.”

he blinks. stares. then turns to lead you out—and you slap his ass on the way.

he whips around, eyes narrowed. “you got a death wish?”

you just laugh. “you walk too slow.”

…

the air outside is crisp, almost too crisp for what you’re wearing. the bare skin of your thighs prickles with goosebumps, but you don’t show it. the fog machine smoke clings low to the sidewalk, swirling around your boots with every step.

his are heavier beside you, longer stride slowed to match yours, jacket unzipped, fists flexing in and out of his pockets like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

you’re quiet for a beat.

then he lets out a sharp exhale through his nose. dry. deliberate.

“so kyotani and suna, huh?”

you freeze mid-step, then laugh—hard and unbothered, head tipping back just a little as you turn to look at him. “oh my god. that’s what this is about?”

he doesn’t stop walking, but he does glance at you sideways. eyes narrowed. jaw tight. tongue pressed into his cheek like he’s chewing on a bitter taste.

you’re still laughing. still amused. “you jealous?”

he snorts, scoffs—too quick. “no.”

but it’s the kind of no that cracks at the edges. the kind that means absolutely yes.

you just raise your eyebrows, all mock sympathy. “aw, cowboy. you mad they got to fuck me?”

he scoffs again, louder this time. “you think too highly of yourself.”

you shrug. “maybe, maybe not.”

he stops just shy of a streetlamp, turns to face you fully. the shadows carve out his jaw, cut across his throat. he doesn’t say anything for a second. just looks at you.

“you know what’s funny?” he says finally, voice low. “you act like that shit even means anything to me. like i ain’t had enough groupies tryin’ to get olympic babies outta me to last me a lifetime.”

you blink. lips part in amused surprise. “olympic babies?”

“don’t act like you ain’t heard the rumors.”

you smirk. “so what, you’re the victim now? poor atsumu, drowning in pussy?”

he rolls his eyes. “it’s not about that.”

you hum, still watching him like you know something he doesn’t. “so what is it about?”

he doesn’t answer.

just clenches his jaw again. looks away like the street’s more interesting than your mouth.

but you don’t press. you just smile, slow, dangerous, and keep walking, hips swaying like you know exactly how hard he’s staring.

and he follows. jaw tight, steps tense, still thinking about the fact that you laughed. still thinking about the fact that he’s not the only one who’s had you like that.

and that no matter how much he wants to believe otherwise; you’re still the only one who’s ever truly had him.

…

the car ride’s short. quiet. too quiet.

the kind of quiet that wraps itself around you like static. no small talk. no filler. just the sound of your breath and the soft creak of leather beneath you when you shift in your seat.

the engine hums low. then the bluetooth connects, and control by partynextdoor melts into the speakers like heat poured over bare skin. the bass rolls in steady, thick. the vocals hit smooth and muted, like they’re echoing from underwater.

you exhale through your nose, eyes fixed on the windshield. the city lights blur past in amber streaks, puddles catching reflections like spilled neon.

you’re sitting back, thighs crossed. your body’s buzzing like it hasn’t stopped since the party.

then his hand moves.

not suddenly. not fast. just… deliberate.

his palm slides onto your thigh, broad, warm, familiar. fingers splay slow over your skin, pinky grazing the inside where your legs meet. he doesn’t grip. just rests there.

but it’s the weight of it. the intent.

you glance over at him.

he doesn’t say a word. doesn’t look at you. just keeps his eyes on the road, jaw tight, mouth set, brow low.

but his thumb moves once. a soft, absent stroke against your inner thigh. like he’s thinking about what’s under the denim. like he’s remembering.

you shift slightly. just enough to press into him.

still, he says nothing. but the song keeps playing. and the lyrics float in the air like something cruel and true.

you swallow hard. but neither of you turns it off. neither of you moves away.

his hand stays. hot. still. waiting.

and the silence fills with everything he wants to do to you.

…

he lives just off campus: small apartment, warm lights glowing from a single window.

you both walk up the stairs. and as he unlocks the door, you wave lazily at meian, who’s sitting on the couch watching the game.

meian lifts a brow. takes in the costumes. says nothing.

…

the door clicks shut behind you.

then the lock turns—loud, final. you barely have time to register the sound before he’s on you.

his body crowds yours, heat rolling off him like it’s been simmering all night. his hands come up fast, sliding under the edge of your shirt, gripping your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear again.

and then, his mouth.

it crashes into yours, hot, hungry, desperate. not careful. not sweet. just need.

his hips press into yours, pinning your back to the wall. you can feel every line of him. hard muscle. hard dick. harder tension.

he kisses like he’s been waiting for years. like he’s been losing sleep over the fact that he doesn’t get to do this whenever he wants.

you let him. for a second. just long enough to taste the frustration on his tongue.

then you plant a hand flat on his chest and shove.

not rough. not harsh. just… enough.

he stumbles half a step back, breathing heavy. his hands are still on your waist, but looser now. like he’s trying to hold onto something without breaking it.

your eyes narrow. your voice calm. “what are you doing?”

he doesn’t answer at first. just stares at you, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling like he just ran a mile. his lips part.

“can ya just—” he cuts himself off. runs a hand through his hair. jaw tightens again. he won’t look you in the eyes. not at first. then, “can ya just let me take control for one damn night?”

his voice is hoarse. quiet. like it costs him to say it.

you don’t move. you just watch him.

he’s still close, close enough to feel the heat coming off his skin, the way his muscles twitch under his shirt, like his whole body is screaming to move again.

“please,” he says. softer now. his fingers twitch against your waist. “just tonight. lemme take the lead.”

you tilt your head. “since when do you ask?”

he huffs, frustrated. his eyes finally meet yours. “since you’re the only one i never have control with.”

your breath catches. just slightly. but he sees it, and he leans in, slower this time. like he doesn’t want to spook you. like he’s waiting for the leash to drop from your hand.

you glance down, his hands still hovering, your shirt slightly wrinkled from where he grabbed, your heartbeat hammering hard enough to hear in your ears. you look back up.

“…okay,” you say, voice low. breath shallow. you nod once. steady. “go ahead, cowboy.”

his lips part. eyes flicker with something dangerous. then he moves, and this time, you don’t stop him.

he doesn’t hesitate, but his hands are careful this time. still greedy, still hungry, but slower now, like he knows he’s been granted a privilege and plans to savor every second.

his palms slide along your waist, thumbs brushing the bare skin just above your waistband. he pulls you in, slow, steady, until your chest is flush to his and your breath is caught somewhere between your ribs and your throat.

his lips find yours again, less frantic, more firm. like he’s reclaiming something. like he’s putting his name back on you with every press of his mouth. his kiss deepens, and you let him lead, your fingers curled in the collar of his flannel, mouth parting under the weight of his want.

he kisses you like he means it. like he remembers every time he didn’t get to. his teeth graze your bottom lip, tug once, and then he kisses the corner of your mouth, the edge of your jaw, trailing heat in a slow path down your neck.

his tongue flicks over your pulse. hot. wet. his lips seal against your throat in a kiss that lingers a little too long.

then he sucks.

you gasp. your head tips back, spine arching subtly to give him more.

he hums, low, pleased. and then he bites. soft, sharp enough to make you twitch.

his hands are moving again, skimming down your sides. slow. reverent. he touches like he’s afraid you’ll vanish, like this might be the only night he gets to own you the way he’s dreamed about since you first let him fuck you years ago and then told him it didn’t mean anything.

his fingers hook in the waistband of your shorts. he pulls them down just slightly, just enough to let his hand slide inside.

he groans.

his breath stutters hard, like the heat of you short-circuits his entire brain.

“fuck—” his voice is thick. gravel-soft.

his palm cups you through your underwear, the fabric damp beneath his fingers. his thumb strokes slow. not rough. not rushed. just… intentional. circular. teasing. your body leans into his without thinking.

“already wet?” he murmurs at your ear. his lips graze the shell of it. you feel the smirk in his voice. “haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

you gasp again, quieter this time, more breath than sound, and your fingers tangle in his hair, tug once. not to stop him. just because you need to hold on to something.

his tongue flicks your throat. then again. and again.

he licks like he wants to taste the way your pulse jumps when he touches you. like he wants to memorize it. like it means something.

he presses a little harder between your legs, palm grinding, middle finger rubbing the soaked cotton with maddening rhythm.

your hips rock into him, helpless, desperate for friction. his free hand wraps around your waist, pulling you closer, anchoring you against his thigh.

“you feel that?” he whispers, breath hot. “fuckin’ soaked. all for me.”

and when you moan, quiet, head tipped back, breath caught between yes and more, he doesn’t stop.

he leans in again, lips brushing your jaw.

“this ain’t even the start, sweetheart.” his voice is a promise. his fingers move slower, but deeper. more pressure. “you’re gonna let go for me tonight.”

he kisses your collarbone, tongue dragging downwards.

your back hits the door again with a soft thud. his hands are on your thighs, rough and steady, one gripping the back of your knee, lifting it slow until it hooks over his shoulder.

your heel digs into his back. your arms stretch out, bracing against the door, palm flattened over the cold metal of the handle. the other hand clutches for something, anything—his shoulder, his hair, the fabric of his shirt, fingers curling, slipping, clutching again.

he breathes hot against your inner thigh, lips dragging up, tongue flattening against the pulse there like he’s just getting his bearings. he’s not in a rush. he wants you shaking before his mouth even touches you.

and you are.

he nuzzles close. nose brushing the damp fabric of your underwear, inhaling deep. you jerk at the feel of his breath, already whimpering.

“mm,” he hums, low and fucking pleased, pressing a single kiss right against the wet cotton. “you ready?”

you nod, desperate.

but he just grins. “nah, i wanna hear it.”

“yes,” you whisper. “please.”

he doesn’t wait.

his fingers hook under the waistband of your underwear, dragging them down, slow, warm palms grazing your thighs as he lowers them to your knees, then lets them fall the rest of the way.

your leg’s still over his shoulder. you’re bare.

and then—

his tongue licks a single, flat stripe up your slit.

you gasp. your hips jerk forward and he groans against you like it tastes as good as it sounds.

he settles in deep, tongue swirling, lips wrapping around your clit like he’s trying to drink you down. his grip on your thigh tightens. he anchors you, holds you steady as your knees start to tremble.

you’re already moaning, already rocking your hips into his mouth.

he licks like he knows you. like this isn’t the first time he’s had you like this, just the first time you’ve let him give it all. he teases, flicks, then sucks slow and deep, long enough that your whole body tenses.

your fingers scrape at the door. your heel digs into his back harder.

“fuck—fuck, ’tsumu—”

your head falls back. your breath catches. your thighs are twitching, stomach clenching tight as heat coils deep in your core.

he moans against you, and you feel it vibrate right through your clit. your hand slams against the door handle. your hips jump.

“oh my god. i’m—fuck, don’t stop—”

and then it’s happening.

your orgasm crashes over you, fast and all-consuming, your leg spasms over his shoulder, the other nearly gives out, and you’re barely holding yourself upright, hand gripping the door like it’s the only thing keeping you from collapsing.

you cry out. not quiet. not soft.

“atsumu, what the fuck—” your hips buck once, twice—body jolting with each wave.

but he doesn’t let up. his tongue keeps moving. slow, deep, cruel circles. he’s overstimulating you, and it’s unbearable in the best fucking way.

your leg tries to drop, foot slipping off his shoulder, but he catches you.

he shifts, strong arms locking under your thighs. and suddenly you’re in the air.

you let out a panicked yelp, your body jerking as he hoists you up fully, flush against his mouth now, his arms locked tight around your thighs, holding you up like it’s nothing.

“oh my god atsumu—” you stutter, legs shaking, hands flying to his hair, his shoulders, something, “put me the fuck—”

but you’re whining through it. your breath’s coming in desperate gasps.

you’re soaked, and he’s fucking feasting, tongue flat and wide, then pointed and insistent, lapping up everything like he can’t get enough.

your whole body is trembling in his grip. you can’t even think.

he growls into you and you sob his name again, and then he finally lowers you. he kneels, smooth, controlled, still holding you, and lays you flat on the bed.

on your back. spread open.

you try to close your thighs but his shoulders are between them before you can move. he locks you in place, palms planted on either side of your hips.

and then he dives back in.

his tongue flicks your clit, fast, ruthless. he sucks. kisses. sucks again.

your back arches completely off the bed. you throw your head back, crying out. your fingers twist into the blanket beneath you, yanking it down until it’s half off the mattress.

“i can’t—”

your thighs clench hard around his head. your toes curl. your stomach contracts and you whimper so loud it echoes.

“please ‘tsumu i can’t take it anymore—”

he pulls back with a soft pop: chin slick. lips shining. his eyes are dark. smiling. glinting like he loved every second of that.

he grins hard as hell. “you taste so fuckin’ good.”

you whimper, legs still shaking, chest heaving. his fingers ghost along the outside, light as air, tracing the tremble in your muscles, the way you’re still twitching from everything he just dragged out of you.

and when he says, low and hungry, “i could go again…”

you clench around nothing and slam your thighs shut like a reflex.

he sees it. he laughs. big. deep. smug.

“oh, you scared now?” he teases, voice breathless but wicked. “thought you were the one in control?”

you can’t even speak. you’re still laid out, lips parted, trying to breathe through the overstimulation.

he crawls up the bed, palms dragging up your thighs, and you already know he’s not done. not even close.

you barely catch your breath, chest still rising and falling fast, skin hot and slick, before he’s standing at the foot of the bed, undoing his belt with one hand, gaze fixed on you like he already knows how you’re going to look begging underneath him.

his shirt’s still on. that ridiculous flannel half-tucked into his waistband, sleeves rolled tight over his forearms, sheriff badge hanging crooked.

the cowboy hat hasn’t moved. he doesn’t even bother taking it off.

just kicks off his jeans, cock thick and flushed, springing up proud and heavy, already leaking. and you know for a fact he’s been like this since the kitchen.

you watch through hazy lashes as he climbs onto the bed. you’re still there, legs weak, trembling. he grabs you by the waist, hands big, confident, and lifts you, settling you into his lap, back pressed to his chest, body folding soft into his.

his thighs are under yours, his arms wrapped tight around your middle. your legs fall open over his, wide. he adjusts you once. twice.

and in front of you: the mirror. it’s angled perfectly at the foot of his bed.

you see all of it. your body. his. the sheen on your thighs. the red marks blooming across your neck. your mouth, parted, slick from moaning his name too many times. you look wrecked.

he groans behind you. “look.” his voice drops, dark, rough. “you see that?”

he reaches over, grabs his hat off the floor, the one that must’ve fallen when you were arching up against his face like it was the only place you could survive, and he sets it gently on your head.

your breath catches.

the image in the mirror is obscene.

you, half-naked, limp and open in his lap, thighs spread wide over his, skin shining, eyes dazed, and him, right behind you. flushed, smirking, cock in hand.

you look like a prize he just won. and also like a trophy he’s about to destroy.

you open your mouth to say something, anything—but then he slides in.

slow. deep.

your body arches instantly, back pulling away from his chest as your mouth drops open in a silent gasp.

he stretches you so perfectly, like he fits nowhere else but inside you.

you let out a low, broken whimper. “fuck atsumu—”

he lets out a low, feral laugh. breath tickling your ear, his teeth brushing your jaw. “that’s more like it.”

he holds you by the hips, still rocking into you with slow, controlled thrusts. his arms lock you in place as your legs shake over his.

you’re trying to sit upright, trying to match his rhythm, but your body’s jelly. melted and wrecked from his mouth, from everything.

your back arches again, instinctively chasing more. your head tips back to his shoulder, hat tilting, slipping down a little as his pace begins to build, just slightly. enough to make you feel it.

his hands move. one slides up your stomach, between your breasts, the other dips low between your thighs.

and then—pressure.

he starts rubbing your clit, slow little circles, matching the drag of his cock.

you twitch instantly. you sob.

“that’s it,” he murmurs. “ride me, pretty girl. show me how much you like losin’ it.”

your hands grab at his thighs, at his arms, anything to ground yourself. your body rolls helplessly into his, into his cock, into that damn hand—

and then you break again.

your whole body snaps tight, legs jerking, thighs clenching, jaw falling open in a scream you don’t even try to muffle.

your vision goes white, just like that. like lightning behind your eyes. like your body’s forgetting how to breathe.

your muscles seize, then melt. your hips drop, twitching, stuttering against him. you gasp so loud it catches in your throat and turns into a hiccuped sob. your eyes squeeze shut, lashes damp with sweat, and the tears that had been clinging to the corners finally spill.

he groans. low and strained, like he’s trying not to lose it.

“fuck, look at you,” he breathes, voice all grit and heat and reverence. “so fuckin’ perfect.”

he’s still inside you, still dragging, still stretching you full, and the friction now is too much. dizzying. cruel. you can’t stop shaking.

you try to lift your hips off him, just enough to get a break, just enough to catch your breath, but his hand’s at your waist. his strength is patient, firm. he doesn’t let you run.

“nah, baby. you take it.” his lips brush your shoulder. “you’re takin’ all of it.”

your mouth falls open again, and no sound comes out this time. just a whimper. a ruined little breath.

he grinds into you deeper. slow, deep strokes, angled perfect, dragging along your walls like he owns them.

and maybe he does. maybe he always has.

you can tell he’s making a point now: you’re the one unraveling. you’re the one losing control.

and he’s still not done.

your body gives out again, limp and folded and glowing under his hands. your pussy clenches down on him, fluttering hard, too sensitive, too tight, soaking wet from everything he’s already pulled out of you.

and still, he fucks into it. fuck, he thrives in it.

his hand comes up again, palm cupping your jaw, fingers curled up under your cheek, and tilts your face towards the mirror in front of you. you can barely focus. your lashes flicker, your vision still white-hot at the edges.

“look at you,” he says, voice rasped out, barely there.

you do—barely.

and that’s when he cums.

with a groan punched out of his chest, deep and rough and desperate, he snaps his hips up once, twice, and spills inside you. hot and thick. your whole body feels it, every pulse, every throb. he’s still holding your face. still breathing hard against your skin. his other arm’s locked around your waist.

you feel so full it aches.

but you don’t move. can’t. you’re spent. raw. stretched out and soft.

he kisses your temple, whispers, “still with me?” and you nod. barely.

your legs are trembling, chest heaving, head still slumped against his shoulder when he eventually lifts you, slow, careful, like you’re something precious and fragile despite the filth he’s just dragged out of you.

your breath catches in your throat when he shifts. he presses a kiss to your shoulder, then the space behind your ear as he lays you back, your spine meeting the mattress, legs falling open without resistance, body boneless.

he hovers above you, arms caging you in, flushed and wrecked, jaw clenched like he’s holding back something fierce.

“gonna go slow now,” he murmurs, voice ragged. “promise.”

you nod weakly, eyes glazed. you don’t even realize your hands are already reaching, grabbing his arms, clutching his shoulders, pulling him closer before you can think about it.

his hips roll forward, deep, steady, and you gasp, soft and stunned.

he slides in like he belongs there. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, as close as he’ll go. your heels press into his lower back, holding him in place.

his rhythm is devastating.

slow, sure, perfectly angled. he rolls his hips like he’s studying your reactions. every thrust makes your eyes flutter. every drag of his cock sends a whimper spilling from your lips.

you tilt your head, exposing your throat, and he takes it, takes all of you. his lips press to your jaw, then your cheek, then down to your neck. he kisses softly, sweetly, almost worshipful.

“you feel so fuckin’ good,” he whispers, breath warm against your skin. “been dreamin’ about this. ‘bout you. how you sound. how you look when you cum.”

his voice hitches. “fuck, baby, you’re bein’ so good for me.”

you shudder. you dig your nails into his back, leave red lines down his shoulder blades.

he thrusts again, deep, all the way in, hips snug to yours, and you moan, open-mouthed, breath punched straight out of you.

“that’s it,” he pants. “lemme feel you.”

your body’s a trembling mess, legs quaking, chest heaving, soaking the sheets beneath you, and all you can do is cling to him, forehead pressed to his shoulder as your throat works around a breath that just won’t come. he holds you like he’s afraid you’ll slip right through his fingers, even though he’s still inside you, still hard, still thick and pulsing and unbearably deep.

and then he pulls out.

you gasp, like the air’s been yanked from your lungs.

and then—nothing.

no friction. no stretch. just that throbbing ache between your legs where he should be.

“atsumu—”

“nah,” he murmurs. “not yet.”

he kisses your temple. he hovers over you, dark-eyed and flushed and grinning like a devil.

“you’re gonna give it to me first,” he says softly, dragging the head of his cock through your folds, hot, wet, too close. “wanna hear you say it like you mean it.”

you choke out a half-sob, half-laugh. “atsumu, please.”

his hips flex forward, just enough for the tip to nudge your entrance. not even the stretch, just the tease. your walls pulse open to nothing, begging for relief.

you arch up, chasing him, thighs clenching. and he pulls back again.

you groan, raw, throaty. your hands fist the sheets beside your head.

“don’t be stubborn,” he murmurs, leaning in, breath hot against your cheek. “say it.”

“fuck,” you hiss, panting hard. “i need it—i need you, please—”

his mouth curves up against your jaw. “say the words.”

“atsumu, please, i’m gonna fucking kill you, i swear to god—”

he presses in again, just a few inches, slow and aching and deep enough to make your vision blur—

and stops.

you cry out. no dignity left. no fight.

“you’re the best dick i’ve ever had,” you gasp, voice cracking. “n-no one else even comes close, please—i need you to fuck me—”

he hums like he’s pleased. like he just heard a prayer whispered straight to heaven. “that’s more like it.”

and then he gives it to you.

brutal. bone-deep. your thighs twitch. your belly tightens. the tension’s insane, coiling like a wire behind your ribs.

and he keeps going.

faster now. deeper. until your back arches off the bed and your mouth falls open around something that isn’t quite a word.

and just when it’s too much, just when the burn becomes unbearable, the kind that makes your vision blur and your body lock up and your toes curl—

that’s when you break.

your mouth falls open. your whole body snaps. every nerve lights up like lightning under your skin, that thin edge of pleasure you’d been dancing along shattering under the weight of his cock slamming into you, filling you perfectly, just right.

you cum so hard it hurts.

your body locks up, vision going white, breath caught somewhere in your throat as you scream, raw and shameless, chest arched and hips stuttering into his. the orgasm rolls through you slow and sharp and endless, like the air itself is vibrating.

your legs clamp around him. your arms drag him down. you can’t stop. you can’t breathe.

he fucks you through every second of it, whispering through gritted teeth, “that’s it. so good for me. so fuckin’ good.”

you barely hear him. your mind’s gone blank.

and then, just as your body starts to go limp, slick and twitching, he pulls out with a harsh grunt, strokes himself once. twice.

and then he’s spilling across your stomach, hot, heavy, thick ropes that paint your skin while he moans your name like a confession, like a curse.

his breath shudders. his arms tremble.

then he collapses beside you, spent and flushed, chest rising hard as he tosses one arm over his forehead like he’s been through war. the other drags lazily through the mess he left on your stomach, smearing a line of cum across your skin just to see it.

your body’s not even yours anymore. you’re limp, ruined, still blinking at the ceiling like you can’t believe what just happened.

“what the fuck was that,” you whisper.

he turns his head toward you, grinning like he’s never been more proud of anything in his life.

“you liked it?”

you don’t even answer. you just grunt, barely lifting a hand to weakly swat at him, too far gone to form words. your chest is still heaving. sweat slicks your ribs. you feel everything, and nothing, and too much.

and he knows. he fucking knows.

the way he smiles, soft, smug, eyes half-lidded and glowing with satisfaction—it’s like he just claimed you. like he won something he wasn’t even supposed to have.

then, “round three?”

you groan, loud and wounded, shoving at his chest with the strength of a dying animal. “oh hell no.”

he laughs. bright, wicked. leans down to kiss your cheek like he didn’t just practically threaten your life.

“we’ll see.”

[sideblog-ver3]

big dick steve (18+)

spider webs and vampire boobs

“if you were to throat fuck me, i’d probably vomit from my gag reflex.”

the rustling of steve moving his head on his cotton pillow filled the quiet room. “what the hell are you talking about?” his voice holding a bit of thickness in the back of his throat.

now you turned your head from staring at the ceiling to look at steve on your left. “well cause you have a big dick-“ “thanks for the ego inflation.”

you teasingly smack a hand into steve’s chest, he held it down with his own limb. “i can barely take half of you when going at my own speed. and i was just thinking about how when you put your hands on my head and give me a little push, i worry i might vomit. i’ve had girlfriends tell me it’s happened to them before. and if that were to happen to me i’d ask you to kill me right on the spot.” all seriousness coating your words.

steve’s big brown eyes stared you down as his bushy brows rose at your last sentence. your linked hands gently rising and falling with steve’s even breathing. “first, you’re being extra dramatic. second, if you even feel that way when i get more…forceful, you should smack my thigh or something. don’t just take it.”

you pushed up to your elbow and halfway leaned over steve, bed head framing your face, “no, yeah, i know that. you aren’t like forcing me all the way so i’m fine, but something i just think about those guys in porn. you know?” a squint to your eyes trying to determine is steve understands what you mean.

now steve pushing onto his elbow with a similar squint, “what kind of porn are you watching? and why?”

a painted finger traced over steve’s hairy chest, “nothing crazy. and it’s mostly just for inspiration. that one trick i did yesterday, got it from porn. and you seemed quiet pleased if i remember correctly.” smirking as you leaned forward to peck at steve’s rosy lips.

he hummed in content, “and i absolutely did. but anyway, why don’t we train you. if you want we can prep your throat better.” a palm rubbing at your bicep comfortingly.

“anything to suck your dick, baby.” already shuffling your way down his body and pulling away his comforter.

his bare lower body was a delicious sight to behold. dark hairy thighs on display, your mind wanting to bite into them. his thick, long cock starting to move on its own, going from soft to hard in a minute.

“excited for my training?” a teasing tone with seductive eyes directed towards steve who laid back down, hands folded behind his head. a cocky smirk tugging his lips. “anything involving you gets me excited quickly.”

“just don’t get too excited. gonna need your cock for a while, baby.” planting your hands to his thighs while positioning yourself.

“take all the time you need.”

you leaned closer to steve’s cock, allowing a small glob of spit to drip from your mouth. his dick twitching at the sensation. steve moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut and mouth opening in a small gasp.

moving in for the action, you swiped the flat of your tongue to the underside of his dick, going from his hairy balls to the top. hungry eyes watching steve’s every reaction, it only spurred you on for more.

“just getting started, baby.” finally wrapping your right hand onto his cock, fingertips not touching. you started with slow strokes, using your spit for lube.

steve quietly whined with each stroke, his stomach flexing to control himself. seeing that his cock was fully hard, now was the time to begin. sticking your tongue out, you kitten licked at the tip a few times, enjoying the twitch of reaction from the wet muscle.

“baby- fuck-“ a groan cutting steve off as you opened your mouth and took about four inches confidently. lips wrapping around the skin as you bobbed your head, right hand stroking at the lonely bits.

steve moved his hands from behind his head to sit on his torso. one touching his v-line while the other traveled to sit in your hair. you couldn’t help but stare at his long fingers, digits that fuck your cunt or get stuffed into your mouth and you happily suck on them.

slowly you pushed yourself forward, gaining another three inches. only about two more and you have him completely sitting in your mouth. his cock was heavy on your tongue, saliva slipping from the sides of your mouth.

you pulled away quickly when you felt the telltale sign of a gag. you coughed a bit when your throat was free, spit falling to land on your chest.

“not- not bad, but you could do better, doll.” steve grabbed a fist full of hair and tugged. a signal to show what he was about to do.

“yes, daddy.” allowing for steve to guide your mouth back to his awaiting cock. with a bit more force he shoved your head down onto him, nose almost brushing with his bush of pubes.

“atta girl.” he purred with his head thrown back and hips bucking up, tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

you closed your eyes and just focused of the feel and weight of him. letting your tongue toy with his underside and nails dig into the meat of his thighs. you took slow inhales through your nose, calming yourself and relaxing your throat.

giving yourself a minute of composure, you started to bob your head back before going in. out and in, out and in, out and in. more drool pooling from your filled mouth, soaking steve’s dick nicely for easily traction.

“al- almost there. swallow or spit?” steve looked down at you with a fucked out face. teary eyes just stared back up to him and you didn’t budge an inch.

“swallow. good girl.” steve took back some rein and pushed your head down as he fucked his hips up. you moaned in pleasure at the sensation, both from the grip on your hair and the roughness in your mouth.

“i’m- i’m gonna…” shots of warm liquid hit the back of your throat. you hummed on his dick, his groaned at the action.

steve released your hair and you slowly pulled off his cock, wanting to lick it clean of his cum, humming to yourself at the salty taste.

“see, all we had to do was train you.”

[zeroseuniverse]

P1harmony fumbling in front of their crush

Taglist: @torkorpse @agaha127 @lcvejjoong @zaycie @sh0dor1 @tinyelfperson @lezleeferguson-120

Keeho

Keeho is normally smooth, but when it comes to you? Absolute disaster. Tonight, he’s determined to impress you with a cool and casual joke—but somehow, his brain short-circuits, and instead of saying something witty, he confidently blurts out: "You ever just… think about how pigeons have, like, nothing to lose?" Silence. He immediately regrets everything. "Oh my god, please erase that from your memory—" But instead of judging him, you burst into laughter. "No, wait! That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard." Keeho stares at you, blinking. "Wait, you actually think it’s funny?" "Of course I do!" you grin. "Now I need to know your full analysis on pigeon behavior." Keeho releases the breath he was holding, finally laughing with you. "Wow, I really thought I fumbled there."

Theo

Theo is trying to impress you with his very normal and not at all awkward charm. Except… when he leans against the wall to look effortlessly cool, he completely misses and nearly wipes out. He catches himself at the last second, standing up straight so fast it looks like a glitch. "I meant to do that," he lies. You cover your mouth, trying so hard not to laugh. "Are you okay?" Theo nods way too seriously. "Y-Yeah, totally. Just, uh, testing my reflexes. They’re… great. Clearly." At that, you lose it, giggling as you step closer. "That was adorable, actually." Theo blinks. "You think that was adorable?" "Yup." You give him a teasing smile. "I like the effort." Theo lets out a relieved chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. Maybe this wasn’t a total disaster after all.

Jiung

Jiung is doing the absolute most to impress you today—holding doors open, casually flexing his skills, throwing in charming little smiles. And then? He spills his entire drink down his front. He freezes, his soul leaving his body. "Oh my god—this is fine. I’m fine. This is totally normal." You tilt your head, watching him try to very discreetly wipe the mess with the tiniest napkin possible. "Jiung, you’re adorable." He looks up, completely flustered. "I just spilled my whole drink—how is that adorable?" You grab a napkin, helping him dab at the stain. "Because you’re trying so hard, and it’s cute." Jiung covers his face with his hands. "I totally fumbled this." You just smile. "Nah, I think you just won me over a little more."

Intak

Intak is mid-sentence, trying to tell you a cool story—when he suddenly forgets how words work. "And then I—uh, wait. What was I saying?" He pauses, then dramatically shakes his head. "No, hold on, let me restart—wait, why is my brain not working??" He stares at you, horrified. What is happening right now?? You giggle, resting your chin in your palm. "That was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen." Intak groans, covering his face. "NOOO, I’M SUPPOSED TO BE SMOOTH." "But flustered Intak is my favorite version." He peeks through his fingers. "...Really?" "Really." He exhales, shaking his head with a soft laugh. "Wow. I thought I just embarrassed myself for life, but you actually like this?" You nod, grinning. "Yup. 10/10 performance." Intak sighs dramatically. "Welp. Guess I’ll just be awkward around you forever then."

Soul

Soul doesn’t talk a lot, but today, he decides he’s going to make a move. So he walks up to you with full confidence, looks you dead in the eyes, and… …completely forgets what he was about to say. He stands there. Just staring. No words. You blink at him. "…Hi?" He blinks back. "…Yeah." Another pause. Then, he turns on his heel and just walks away. You burst into laughter, chasing after him. "Wait, where are you going?!" Soul groans, hiding his face. "I fumbled so bad." "But that was adorable," you say between laughs. "Please come back, I need to hear whatever you were about to say!" Soul shakes his head, mumbling, "I forgot…" but his ears are burning red.

Jongseob

Jongseob is usually collected, but when he tries to impress you with a witty one-liner, it completely backfires. You compliment his outfit, and instead of saying a smooth "thank you," he panics and blurts out: "You too! I mean—you’re welcome! Wait—" His face immediately turns red. "No, that’s not what I meant—I mean, thank you—wait—" You bite back a smile. "You good?" Jongseob groans, covering his face. "I just fumbled so hard." You shake your head, nudging him. "Nope. That was actually really cute." He peeks through his fingers. "How??" "Because it shows you care." You grin. "And I like that about you." Jongseob blinks. "Oh." Then, slowly, a small smile creeps onto his face. "...Then maybe I should fumble more often."

[subbypeterparker]

ppl don't talk abt the hook in hazels nose enough for me .. esp in the scenes at the huntingdon game.. u picking up what i'm putting down?! 🪑🪑🪑

…have you been reading my mind???? (that little bump is the only thing rattling inside my brain)

something about that bump in her nose, so perfectly arched, simply begging for someone to sit on it. and who are you to deny yourself of that?

neither could Hazel, which is how you ended up on her bed, class work long since forgotten beside you both. her lips move quickly against yours, warm hands holding your face closer to her. she’s straddling your hips, while you lay underneath her, propped up on your elbows.

suddenly your hands dig into her hips, pushing her so she’s laying down comfortably on her pillows, and your hips are now pinning hers down. she grins against your lips, never one to dispute you being on top of her.

you disconnect your lips for a brief moment, allowing you and Hazel to catch your breaths, smiles adorned both of your mouths. she notices the way your gaze falls down to her perfect nose, and when your eyes flash up to her blue ones, she knows exactly what she needs you to do.

“fuck-sit your pussy on my face babe, i need it…” Hazel lets out shyly.

your jaw drops slightly at her words, never expecting her to have been so forward about asking you what to do. and fuck, was it making you wet.

a grin forms on your lips, and Hazels chest begins to rise and fall faster at this look on your face. you lean back down to reconnect your lips to hers, hands reaching up to harshly grab her face, pushing her lips to work against yours.

“i’m gonna cum all over your face Hazel, absolutely suffocate you,” you’re both giggling into each others mouths at your words, her hands grabbing at your thighs to undo the button of your jeans. her nimble hands are so soft and gentle as she helps you take them off, leaving you in your damp panties and a tank top. you’re not wearing a bra, a d your nipples are piercing the thin material, showing Hazel how eager you are for her.

“god you’re a sight for sore eyes,” her own eyes are dilated, watching as you move your panty-covered cunt over her stomach.

“yeah? talking about yourself?” you tease, sending her a small wink, settling down so you’re resting on her toned body.

you let out a small moan when you feel her abs flex under your covered clit, and gasp out suddenly. she’s thrusting her hips up slightly, both jolting your clit, and pushing you higher up her chest, leading you right where she needs you.

you tear your tank top and panties off of you, leaving you completely naked for Hazel, pussy dripping just for her. she licks her lips, eyeing your cunt that’s so wet and messy, just the way she likes it. you look her in the eye when you hover your pussy over her nose, asking for her permission one last time.

you can’t even let a word out, before her arms wrap around your thighs, forcing you onto her face, letting out a loud moan when she tastes your slick on her tongue.

Hazel sees you throw your head back when her tongue circles your clit, and grins against your pussy that’s almost crying for her from how wet you are. your hands paw at your own tits, pulling softly on your nipples.

her eyes close, breathing in your scent and taste when your hips beging circling on their own as you ride her tongue. your clit is bumping against her nose, sliding up at down it, that damn bump stimulating you in a way that has your thighs clenching around her head.

“god Hazel, keep going,” you let out, sentence nearly ruined by a moan when her tongue dips into your hole for a second.

“don’t plan on stopping baby,” she smiles up at you from between your thighs, nose bumping against your clit.

your hands reach down to grip onto her brown locks, pulling her face closer to where you’re soaking. Hazel lets out more moans than you at the feeling of her hair being tugged, another sign that she’s making you feel good.

you can’t help your hips from bucking upwards when her tongue circles your hole, starting to thrust in and out while you pull her hair to keep her head steady so you can ride her face. your poor clit is jutting against her nose, giving you that much needed push you closer to your orgasm.

“Hazel..i’m gonna cum, i can’t hold on just -uhhhh- keep going,” you whimper out, head thrown back again when you clench around her tongue.

her head moves in synch with your hips, trying to bring you to your first orgasm of the night. your thighs are closing in so firmly around her face, and you’d almost be scared for your girlfriend’s lack of oxygen, but you look down and see her dazed eyes solely focused on her tongue inside your pussy, which has been dripping down her face the whole time.

her hips are bucking into the air, her own pussy clothed and neglected, her only goal is making you cum as many times as she can on her face. because god, never did she think someone would want to actually sit on her nose.

with a final lick on your pussy, and a bumping of her nose on your clit, you cum with a shout of Hazel’s name, and a harsh tug of her hair. your cum drips from your pussy, onto Hazels tongue, which hasn’t stopped its movements to ride you through your orgasm.

your hips still, breaths coming out slower as you finish coming down from your high, looking down at Hazel. her normally alert eyes are hazy, definitely pussy drunk as they flicker between your fucked out face above her, or your pussy that’s still fluttering, now empty and missing her tongue.

“that’s it baby, you did so good,” she praises, closing her eyes momentarily.

you slowly climb off her, slightly embarrassed when you notice how wet you made her face. her nose, mouth, chin, and even neck are dripping with your cum and slick, but all you can really pay attention to is the smile she wears on her lips.

you settle for sitting back on her abs, slightly grinding your overstimulated clit on her muscles. your hands are still carding through her soft hair, running your hands through the strands to soothe any pain caused when you were pulling.

“if you ever wanted to do something like that again…just know i’d totally be into that,” she’s already back to joking, eyes sliding shut at your soft fingers massaging her head.

“mmm, i’m definitely taking that suggestion, but for now baby, i think it’s time i pay you back. hmm?” your hand slides down her chest and stomach, muscles flexing underneath them, until your hands reach the waistband of her pants, fingers reaching down until they’re toying with her panties.

“maybe this time, you can sit on my face.”

god bless Hazel Callahan, and her fucking sexy nose.

[ryleigh130]

Frostbite- - - ryleigh130

Summary- reader gets hypothermia on a mission and the boys help warm them up.

Relationships- platonic!taskforce 141 & gn!reader

Characters- cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

Word count- 2.2k

Warnings- hypothermia, profanity, 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

Note- This is my first ever fanfiction written on here so please leave me suggestions on how to improve! This story is inspired by the creator @python333 so go and check out their work it’s absolutely amazing! If you would like to leave a request for me to do a specific prompt feel free to message me! That’s it, thank you and I hope you enjoy! <33

It’s. Fucking. Cold. The three words repeat in your mind over and over again as you consider voicing your complaints to the team for what had to be the 8th time in the last 30 minutes. You couldn’t help it, it was cold. Freezing actually, you and the others were assigned a mission in the middle of butt fuck nowhere Siberia so excuse you for being cold.

To make matters worse for you, you’re the only 141 member currently suffering the biting cold as you were the one who drew the short end of the stick and got put on sniper duty whilst the others get to enjoy the warmth of actually being in the building they’re trying to get the info from.

With that thought, you sigh and shift your position slightly from where you are laying looking through the scope on your M107. It wouldn’t be so bad if you were actually moving around but instead, you’ve been laying in the same position, in the snow, for around 3 hours and you’re starting to loose feeling in your fingers and toes.

“[c/n], how copy” your radio sparks to life as the gruff, British accent of your Captain comes through.

“Still fucking cold, are we almost done here? I’m freezing my balls off out here” you groan, tentatively flexing your fingers trying to spark life back into them.

A low chuckle is heard over the radio as you can practically hear Price roll his eyes from where he is positioned, “you’ve mentioned. But yes, as soon as Soap plants the bombs we should be good to go. How’s it looking Soap?” A clicking can be heard over the radio when suddenly the loud, Scottish voice of John “Soap” MacTavish booms through,

“Aye Cap’n, jist aboot done” you hear another click and a hushed exclaim of victory, “Aw set!” You practically let out a cry of relief at the thought of going back to the safe house and getting warm,

“Took you long enough!” Gaz’ teasing voice pipes up before promptly getting shut up,

“Oh shut it you bawbag” Soap’s voice is light as you hear their footsteps going down the halls to escape the building. You watch through the scope of your rifle making sure to keep an eye out for any rouge enemies that might be hanging around the building the team was gathering the info from. You see Gaz leave the building first, followed by Price and finally Soap. You frown slightly, waiting a few moments before radioing,

“Ghost, how copy” you wait a few seconds before radioing in again, this time sounding more worried, “Ghost, ho-“ before you could finish your sentence, Ghost’s voice, accompanied by the sounds of gunshots filter through

“Solid copy.” He grunts out “I’ve got a few on my tail now but I’m taking care of it” you hear more gunshots as you look through your scope trying to spot Ghost’s form. Suddenly, an alarm rings through the building, you watch as dozens of enemy soldiers flood into the building your team once occupied,

“Fuck Ghost, incoming” you manage to warn before you hear Price’s loud and commanding voice boom,

“Ghost! Get out of there now! We need to detonate this thing now!” You hear Ghost reply with a short grunt. You watch as Ghost’s body runs out from the quickly populating building spraying round after round at accompanying enemies following. You try and help the best you can picking off as many enemies as possible before you hear Soap’s shout,

“CLEAR!” And with that, the building goes up in flames. You duck your head from where you’re positioned to avoid the ash and debris from the burning building,

“All Bravos, how copy?” You hear Price’s voice through the slight ringing of your ears,

A chorus of “Solid, copy”’s respond to the Captain, including your own as you begin to pack your weapon up to head out.

“Brilliant, alright everyone good work. Let’s regroup at the safe house 5 clicks from this position.” A murmur of approvals ring through the coms as you absentmindedly hum your approval and mute your radio. You finish packing up your gear when you hear a twig snap somewhere close by. You perk up and draw your M18 from where it’s positioned in the small holster on your thigh. As quiet as a mouse you sneak through the snowy brush to where the noise originated, peaking through the tree line your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach as you see a squadron of about 9 soldiers approaching your position.

Fuck me. You practically groan, you know you won’t be able to take them all down at the same time so you do the only sensible option, you run. Expertly navigating through the snowy taiga, you run, duck, and jump over the obstacles in front of you. You can hear the pounding of footsteps behind you and the whizzing of bullets flowing past your body, barely missing their target. You run until your lungs burn and your eyes water from the cold air. You look around seemingly cornered by the enemy soldiers and the barren landscape when you spot it. A frozen over lake and possibly your one chance at survival, without a chance to second guess yourself, you’re running towards the lake. You hear yelling in the distance followed by more gunshots as you continue towards the lake. You reach the shoreline and tentatively put your body weight on the ice, judging by the fact it didn’t immediately crack, you take the risk and start sliding toward the other side. Luckily you are small and light enough to be able to tread across the slippery surface. You look over your shoulder to see the soldiers staring at you and continuing to try and shoot you. Before you could react, a stray bullet embeds into the icy surface and a loud crack and be heard. You look down in terror as the ice begins to crack and splinter. With a new objective in mind, you quicken your pace to the reach the other side of the frozen lake.

It’s too late. You’re about 3/4ths of the way when the ice suddenly relents under your weight and you get plunged into the deep icy depths of the water. The icy water causes your body to immediately freeze and jolt in pain as the below freezing water feels like pins and needles getting pushed into your skin slowly. You sink toward the bottom of the frozen pool before your mind catches up with your body and a gasp of air leaves your mouth. You’re choking on the icy water as you struggle against the cold, slowly and painfully you make your way back towards the surface. Your head emerges from the water first, then followed by your hands as you desperately try and grab onto something to be able to drag yourself out of the water. You can’t get a grip on the slippery surface causing you to gasp and sink back into the water, kicking your feet one final time you propel yourself out of the water and onto the ice. With the last bit of your remaining energy you fling yourself to the safety of solid ground on the other side of the lake.

You lay on the snowy ground shivering violently. You look out at the side of the lake where you came from and notice the soldiers were gone, must’ve thought I was a goner, you think bitterly. You don’t have time to reminisce on it as the wind picks up and reminds you that you are currently shivering, wet, and unable to feel your own body. Weakly, you try and turn on your radio to signal for help. You almost cry when you realize it’s gone, you must’ve lost it when you fell in. Coughing violently, you shakily get on your feet, stumbling once, then twice, you manage to stand and take unsteady steps towards where you assume the safe house should be.

The hike takes longer than it should’ve as you continuously stumbled and fell, taking longer than you care to admit to get back up and continue. It’s around 1700 judging by the just setting sun, when the small cabin comes into view. You almost weep in relief when you see it, you pick up your pace into a small run and, promptly fall down face first into the snow. You lay in the snow no longer shivering as your body begins to shut down, No! Not like this, I’m right there! You feel yourself thinking. You feel as if you hear a noise that resembles a door opening and voices yelling but you chalk that up to your imagination as your vision slowly fades into black. With one last tired breath you close your eyes and let the warmth take over you.

When you wake up, you’re burning, and not in a nice way. You feel as if your skin is on fire and is about to melt off your bones. It hurts, painfully so and you make sure to vocalize your discomfort with a pained screech. You try moving your body away from the burning heat but your muscles won’t respond to your brain so you can do nothing more then just let out pained screeches as tears flow down your face. Faintly you can hear hushed voices trying desperately to soothe you but you’re too out of it to notice. With one last screech you black out, in the back of your head you feel as if you can feel a hand card through your hair.

When you wake up again, the pain is still there but significantly lessened. You can feel yourself lying on what you assume to be a mattress with possibly the fluffiest blanket you’ve ever felt on top of you. You try opening your eyes, the light took adjusting to but after a moment you are able to look around the room where you are laying in. Almost immediately you spot the sleeping form of Captain John Price, he’s leaning back in the old wooden chair he’s on with his mouth open in a soft snore. His hand is laying on your covered leg comfortably, he looks tired and worried like he hasn’t slept in a good while. You look around the room trying to figure out where you are before you make yourself known. With a small clearing of your throat Price violently jerks awake and stares at you for a moment before he moves into action,

“Jesus Christ you’re awake!” He states as he starts to worry over you. He gently takes his hand and puts it over your forehead, frowning at what he feels, he moves toward yours eyes. With a flashlight he checks your eyes and nods once before setting the flashlight back aside. Once he finishes his initial exam, he surges forwards and wraps you in a tight embrace,

“NEVER do that again, you hear me?!” He started firmly, his voice laced with clear worry and concern. You chuckle lowly and rasp out,

“My bad, next time I wanna take a quick dip in the pool I’ll wait until summer.” This obviously was the wrong response as Price fixes you with a firm glare,

“I’m serious [c/n]! Do you have any idea how worried we were! First, you were MIA for 2 hours! Then, you show up DRENCHED in −5 °C weather! And THEN, we find you face down in the bloody snow! [y/n] we thought you were dead!” He scolds. You look down with a light blush of shame tinting your cheeks but before you could apologize, the door slams open causing you and Price to jump. In rushes both Soap and Ghost as they storm over to your bedside. Soap grabs your hand and holds it to his face,

“Steamin Jesus kid, ye gave us quite the scare there.” He says into your palm, Ghost approaches his side and stares at you in worry,

“How are you feeling?” He asks. You open your mouth to respond when suddenly footsteps echo through the hall and Gaz comes barreling into the room.

“[c/n]!” He rushes to your bedside and pulls you into a tight hug,

“Gaz! Quit it! Ye gonna hurt the lad” Soap scolds immediately as Gaz pulls away sheepishly with a muttered apology. You take a moment to gather your thoughts before looking back up at the team you consider family.

“M’sorry” you mutter out, tears threatening to fall, “they- they came so quickly and and I tired to run but I couldn’t lose ‘em so I tried to cross the lake but then they shot at it and I fell in and itwassocold-“ your rambling coming to a stop when a firm hand lands on your shoulder. You look up to see Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap staring at you with an unreadable expression.

“Hey, hey kid. It’s ok, it’s ok. You’re safe now” Price soothes gently. “It’s gonna be alright we’re here.” He continues giving you a soft look. You nod looking at your shaking hands when suddenly clothed hands cover your own. You look at Ghost as he warms your still cold hands with his own, you feel a hand in your hair and smile as you lean into Price’s touch. Soap and Gaz bring up a chair next to your bedside and sit close to you, protectively shielding your body from further harm. With the team you consider family so close to you, you give into your quickly tiring eyes and fall into a deep, comfortable sleep.

[yeehawhorsey]

request from @gh0stfac3-w1f3y: I can't find any fics where Noah and the reader first meet Mirage in the garage and then they met the others

i changed the plot so much, it's so far from canon lmao but we roll. it's long btw sorry for making you wait *cries*

"Any last words?"

Noah looked up at you with widened eyes after hearing the question that'd left your mouth.

He was so close to shitting himself and you were not helping.

"What?" He frowned with his eyes now focused on your face, the word a whispered yell.

You rolled your eyes, not actually having expected him to understand your little joke, considering the fact that you two had slightly different senses of humour. But you had the right to roll your eyes at him nevertheless.

"Before you get shot in the head for stealing," you explained in the same tone, loudly enough for him to hear but also not too loudly so that you wouldn't catch anyone else's attention.

And Noah would've normally kind of snorted at your words. But not now. Not when his special thingy used for opening stranger's car doors without making much noise was inside a Porsche that did not belong to either of you.

He just let out a shaky breath through his nose, trying to calm down his growing nerves. His attention went back to the car, his trembling hands trying to open it without triggering the alarm.

"We're so dead," you muttered under your breath, shaking your head and looking around in search for any unwelcome guests. Noah didn't even hear you, too focused on his task as well as not fucking everything up.

And he nearly let out a loud noise when the safety lock clicked. He was too nervous to properly smile at you but you couldn't stop the corners of your own lips from curling up. You made a proud face and held a thumbs-up to him.

"Get in," he just said, grabbing the handle to open the door, and you did the same thing.

You raised your eyebrow when the safety lock locked itself again.

"She doesn't want us to steal her," you whispered to him, referring to the silver car, your hand pulling on the handle a few more times, hoping it would eventually work.

Humour helped you not to lose your mind due to stress, which was happening to Noah at the moment, almost silent curses leaving his mouth, the desperation in his movements now much more obvious as he kept attempting to unlock the safety lock with the thingy again.

It clicked.

You pulled the handle again. And the safety lock locked itself. Again.

"The fuck?" Noah whispered to himself, the frown on his face deepening even more. This time he decided to trick the system and unlock the safety lock and then open the door as fast as possible.

It worked.

"I knew w—" you began the sentence, feeling quite victorious, even though you did absolutely nothing to help Noah, but was interrupted by the male voice coming from behind you. Your eyes snapped to Noah's face which was filled with just the same amount of horror. They immediately widened in shock and a sudden wave of stress as well as panic washed over you, making your heart skip a few beats.

"Hey! Security!" The man yelled, his heavy steps increasing in volume, getting closer and closer to the two of you. "What are you doing?!"

If the image of you in an orange suit hadn't appeared in your mind for that split second, you would've frozen in your spot, unable to enter the car, let alone run away from the security guard. But you managed to do the former, your hand opening the door with one swift motion, your legs guiding you inside.

"Noah!" A croaked yell fell from between your lips as your eyes shot to your friend standing by his side of the Porsche. Your voice hit him like a bucket of cold water.

He quickly got inside, taking another thingy out of his pocket to use it to start the engine. Random courses both in Spanish and English were coming to your ears as Noah tried to work his magic and get you two out of that damned parking lot.

But before he could even flex his car-stealing abilities, the security guard was already knocking on your window with a lot of force, nearly breaking the glass. That almost made you and Noah throw up from the stress, and the fact that he was still struggling with all the cables—

The engine suddenly started.

The radio blasted music on its own, the tunes so loud they either freaked the security guy out to the point he stopped punching the window, or they completely silenced his furious knocks and pulls on the handle. You weren't sure, not even daring to look in the man's direction, focused only on Noah, as if you were trying to get him to drive without actually yelling it at him.

You tried to turn the radio off but it just kept screaming the lyrics to Act a Fool right in your face. And you could swear you were able to hear a faint sound of a male voice speaking through the radio, saying something you didn't understand because of the loudly playing song.

Why the fuck wasn't he driving?

Your head turned to the left as your eyes met the side profile of your friend hitting the gas pedal with desperation you've never seen on him before.

Why the fuck wasn't it working?

And then, all of a sudden, the car moved. You and Noah were pushed into your seats as the Porsche got out of its parking spot in a dangerous speed.

But there were no hands on the wheel. The pure horror and panic in your widened eyes matched the look on Noah's face as his dark irises met your own, as if he was looking for answers in them to the questions he hadn't asked.

The music was overwhelming, the speed making you grip anything to steady yourself, making you want to scream every single time the front of the car nearly touched an object in front of it.

Was it the right moment to tell Noah you kissed the boy he fancied in the third grade? It definitely sounded like something he should hear before you both die tragically in a car crash.

Noah was doing everything he could to stop the car, from hitting the brakes to slapping the dashboard with his right palm, the other hand staying on the steering wheel in case the car decided to let him drive.

But when the tires of the Porsche made contact with the highway, he wrapped all his ten fingers around the round object, gripping it with all the strength he could find within himself.

It was obvious. Obvious but apparently you and Noah were so stupid neither of you even thought of it. An expensive Porsche sitting in a parking lot for a long time, appearing abandoned but still in a perfect condition, practically asking for a potential thief to steal it. It had to be someone's brilliant idea, probably an idea of a cop, to put a damned self-driving mechanism inside of the car, which now was most likely taking you and Noah to a police station.

You didn't even notice when the music got a bit quieter, enough for you to hear your own, terrified thoughts, but you did notice the sound of sirens getting louder and louder with every passing second.

That damned Porsche sped up even more, making you and Noah scream like little boys, shifting your gazes between the road in front of you and the sight behind you. Police cars catching up to you, the sound of their sirens, and the absolute absurd of the situation made you nearly lose your sanity.

The loudest scream left both your mouths when the Porsche sped up even more, drove onto something and got in the air for a few seconds. But these few seconds were enough for you to have a tiny heart attack.

Why did the sirens stop?

You were so focused on not dying that the police cars hitting other vehicles, brick walls, driving out of the highway and out of the bridge were omitted by your overwhelmed brain.

Your eyes closed, the breaths leaving your mouth quick and heavy, after multiple failed attempts to steady them, you decided to give up and focus on something else, something that would hopefully ground you. Your eyelids separated, the gaze of your eyes shifted to Noah which seemed to be losing it even more than you.

The road got clear, and soon the car turned to the right to drive into an alley, and then into an open garage.

"No, no, no, no, no, no..." you kept repeating, shaking your head, disagreeing with what was happening out of your control, but at the same time being fully aware that your disapproval couldn't do anything to change your situation.

One drift and you found yourself rolling on the dirty ground, now out of the car. You let a couple of grunts out, your eyes squeezed shut as you felt pain in your knees, elbows and palms.

The unfamiliar sound of metal hitting metal mixed with something you couldn't quite name made you turn your head in the direction of the noise. Before you could register Noah kneeling down next to you and the touch of his warm hands on your back and arm, your brain got shocked by the sight of...

"Woohoo!"

A male voice rang in your sensitive ears, its tone slightly deformed to match his robotic appearance. It... was standing right in front of your very eyes, making energetic movements, then walking in your direction.

You managed to get on your weak legs. Barely.

"T'was... Damn! I haven't done that in ages!" He exclaimed, jumping on his metal legs around the garage, punching the air as if he was preparing himself for a sparring match. "Really gets the fuel pumping, doesn't it?!" he directed the rhetorical question to you and Noah, watching you both with a very content expression on his face. After a couple of seconds of not getting any responses, he added himself, "Damn right it does!"

Your friend was as stunned and speechless as you but you managed to somehow grab a metal pipe lying on the dirty floor, and hold it as if you were about to hit the... whatever or whoever it was... if he tried anything.

"Chill, man..." The machine held his hands up in a defensive gesture, pretending to get intimidated by the threatening posture of a much smaller human. "Jus' not in that pretty face, yeah?" He covered the said body part with one hand, acting as if you could even reach that high.

You gripped the pipe harder, ready to swing at the metal man, but then, when he let out a chuckle and shook his head in amusement, you lost all your confidence that you had any, even the tiniest bit of control over the situation.

None of you expected to see a hand of his transforming into a huge weapon, the blue muzzle probably reflecting in your widened eyes. Noah wanted to do something but you stopped him with one quick glance.

"How 'bout now, baby?" The machine practically mocked you in your face, but you were too focused on the idea of possibly dying right there and then to even notice the playful hint in the tone of his robotic voice. "Still gon' hit me?"

You didn't even know what to say to that, knowing that the wrong response would probably put you in the grave, but you still didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being the one in absolute control of the situation.

You finally managed to blurt out, your voice coming out a lot weaker than you intended it to, "Maybe..."

You swallowed thickly, accepting the fact these were most likely your last moments on Earth, but then, the robot made an impressed face, tilted his head slightly to the right, and said with a smirk, "Shi', you got some balls, dude." And lowered his arm, the weapon transforming back into a hand.

The relief that washed over you was indescribable. But you still had to be in the state of constant focus, in case he decided to put that blue thing in front of your face again.

He nodded, eyeing you from head to toes, and then admitted, "I like that... I like that a lot."

"What..." you whispered to yourself, confused by his words, the sudden change in behaviour making a frown appear on your face.

"I was expecting a different reaction, though," he started talking again, the playfully casual tone back, as if he was slightly disappointed but didn't want to show it, "You know, I saved your asses and all," he tried not to make it sound like a big deal, but still wanted to jokingly point out the fact that you were a pair of slightly ungrateful little humans. "...But I get it. I get it. I'd be scared of me, too..." He raised his hands in a defensive gesture again, speaking to you as if he actually understood, even though he found the whole situation, and your approach as well, quite amusing. "I don't expect every girl to get weak in the knees 'cause of me or anythin'."

A beat of silence passed, and the robot just couldn't stop himself from speaking up again, "Where are my manners? The name's Mirage." He extended his arm towards you both, his fist in your faces, as if he was waiting for you to bump it with your own. His next words in an encouraging tone only confirmed it, "Come on... Give it a lil', give a lil', give it a lil' tap."

Maybe complying to his requests was the only way of getting out of this situation alive... But at the same time the robot didn't give the impression of being cruel enough to just kill you both in cold blood...

You made eye contact with Noah for a moment, just to notice him shrugging, and then, slowly extending his own fist towards the machine's one, as if testing the waters.

When their knuckles touched, Mirage exclaimed with a satisfied look on his face, "Now that's what I'm talkin' about!" And then, he looked at you with a slightly raised eyebrow, motioning to your stiff body with his finger nonchalantly, directing the question to Noah, "She always this fun?"

Oh, I'm sorry for not wanting to fist-bump a robot three times my size who almost shot my head off with his weird fucking arm.

"What the hell are you? Some shit like E.T. or whatever?" Noah ignored his most likely rhetorical question, even though the machine seemed to want answers to every single thing he'd say.

"Naah, that'd be at least weird..." he said sarcastically, then made a finger-gun at us and added with a smile, "I'm a robot from space."

Great.

"A robot... from space..." you trailed off with a weak voice, Mirage's attention back to you.

"One and only." He bowed ever so slightly, but then corrected himself, "Well, technically there are others. You're actually real lucky you have met me first, though. But chill, maybe they'll like you. Proly not but maybe." He shrugged, not actually caring about what his team would think of his new human friends.

And as soon as Mirage finished talking, the sounds of loud engines were bouncing against the walls of the garage, and then hitting yours and Noah's ears, making you both quickly turn around to see a couple of cars driving in your direction.

"Oh, yeah, forgot to mention they were gonna pay us a visit," the robot who was once a silver Porsche said from behind your backs, but the tone of his voice was so casual he didn't really sound like he felt bad for not notifying you.

Soon, the cars transformed into... robots. Of course.

"Prime! Long time no see! Missed you!" Mirage walked past you, making loud noises when his metal feet made contact with the floor beneath them. He opened his arms, as if he was trying to encourage the huge machine to give him a hug.

"Mirage," he spoke in a stern, warning tone, immediately making the smaller robot let out a chuckle, but also obediently lower his arms so now the metal hands were on his hips.

"Good ol' Prime, am I right, Bee?" He directed the question to the yellow machine which was much closer to being his own size.

"What are those humans doing here?" The gravely voice of the tallest robot sent shivers down your spine but Mirage seemed not to be so affected by it. In fact, he looked like he gave absolutely no fucks about it.

Mirage turned his head in your direction, making a nonchalant motion with his hand. "Them? Oh, yeah, they're my friends, sir. Lil' Lady and The Guy," he introduced you two, and you wouldn't be one bit surprised if Prime shot him right then and there with the same thingy Mirage wanted to use on you.

And you nearly fainted on your spot when you felt the ground shake with every single step the tall robot made while walking in your direction. Your knees got weak but you were lucky Prime helped you and swiped you right off your feet, grabbing you like a rag doll and holding you closer to his metal face.

He did the same thing with Noah who, in your opinion, was handling it much better than you.

"Who are you?" Prime's cold voice made you internally die, your mind already making scenarios about him literally squeezing you to death with his metal hand.

"Nobody," you quickly answered, your voice much more high-pitched than ever, shaking your head in panic, "I don't even know who that man is," you added, referring to Mirage standing behind you.

"Hey! I thought we were friends!" the walking Porsche got immediately offended by your words.

Prime narrowed his eyes even more, observing you with distrust, as if he started despising you as soon as he saw you for the first time.

"We shall not waste our time on those humans," he spoke again, squeezing you and Noah tighter and tighter with every passing second.

You let out a shriek. And that's when Mirage realised he had to step in.

"Woah, woah, woah." He immediately found himself next to the big robot, holding his hands up, telling him silently to stop literally taking yours and Noah's breaths away. "Prime, no need for that. Look, I took 'em here, my bad, should've hidden from the cops somewhere else, yeah, I get that. Next time I will, promise."

And Mirage didn't even care that he just admitted to catching the attention of humans, especially the armed ones, which the leader of the Autobots told him to avoid at all cost.

Prime shifted his gaze from you to the apologetically smiling robot.

"C'mon. Red might be your colour but do you really want their blood on you?" he asked in hope it would actually discourage him, make him change his mind.

And without a word, Prime let go of both you and Noah. You didn't manage to hold onto anything, even the robot's hand just not to fall onto the hard floor of the garage.

But before you could make any sounds or properly experience the pull of gravity, you felt another metal hand on you, this time the grip much more gentle, far from suffocating.

You didn't even notice the moment you closed your eyes shut just so you wouldn't have to witness your own body hitting the ground with a good amount of impact. You opened them just to see a pair of blue, shinning ones right in front of you.

"We friends now?" He tilted his head slightly, observing you with a confident smirk, knowing that you had no other choice but to agree with him.

Because he saved you from breaking your skull on the cement a couple of feet below your body.

"Buddies for life," you responded with a shaky voice and many eager nods, barely catching your breath, the panic still evident in your widened eyes.

Today not only did you not die, but you also gained yourself a new friend who would do anything to protect you.

the end sucks as always but do not worry. there will be worse.

[suku-enthusiasts]

chapter fifteen || news pt II - s. ryomen

❛ ❜ sukuna ryomen x f!reader || modern au

❝Growing up with the pink haired boy, it was no surprise when he put a ring on your finger when you both turned eighteen. The young man Sukuna Ryomen Itadori knew your dark life at home with your family, desperately trying to take you away. Until he is sentenced to 10 years of prison for keeping true to his vows… “I promise you with all of my being, I will protect you in anyway I have to, til the day I die.” And protects you he does…❞

cw ; mdni • 18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol/weed. hurt/trauma. family trauma. consent/non consent. smut . anxiety. death.

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“You look nice, Suku.” You said it with a teasing lilt, eyes trailing the way his grey V-neck hugged his chest, how his jeans sat low on his hips, how his Nikes made him look younger—like the boy you fell in love with and never stopped craving. Your fingers poked at his abs, feeling the way they flexed at your touch. “Almost makes me wanna take all this off,” you smirked, eyes glinting with heat and mischief. You were five months pregnant, glowing and round, and your hormones had turned you into something… else. Something hungry. Insatiable. Absolutely possessed by the sight, scent, and feel of your husband. It didn’t matter the hour—morning, noon, or night. If Sukuna so much as took his shirt off? You were done for.

Wake-up call? You were already sliding onto him, desperate and breathless, clutching his shoulders while your hips rocked down. Home from errands? You dragged him into the shower and moaned as he pounded into you, his mouth kissing the slope of your shoulder. Cooking dinner? Yeah right. You’d burned it again, this time because he caught you bent over trying to get a pot from the bottom cabinet, and he simply had to eat something—so now you were splayed across the kitchen island while he had dinner between your thighs.

And bedtime?

Bedtime was a war zone. You in a mating press, gasping into the mattress while he lost count of how many times you came. You were shameless. You were obsessed, and he was so damn in love with you, he didn’t even care. “Fuck…” Sukuna groaned now, jaw tightening. “Don’t give me a boner—I’m going to Uraume’s.” You lay sprawled across the bed in just his old shirt, the hem rising up your thighs, your belly softly rounding beneath it. You spread your legs lazily, your folds glistening. “One time before the road?” you asked sweetly, innocently, like you weren’t already soaked. Sukuna stared, helpless. “Fuck!” he barked, undoing his jeans. “You're gonna kill me.”

You were a mess by the time he finished with you. Fucked-out and blissful, head spinning, breath caught in your chest. Sukuna cleaned you gently, murmuring praises under his breath while he grabbed water and a banana for your blood sugar. Then, carefully, he eased you into one of his T-shirts and pulled some shorts up over your hips, massaging your thighs along the way. “I’ll take care of you again when I get home,” he promised, brushing your hair off your damp forehead. “But I really gotta go, baby.” He kissed you one last time, long and warm, before slipping out the door.

The drive to Uraume’s was quiet. Thirty minutes of drumming fingers on the wheel, quiet grumbling, anxious swearing. He hadn’t seen them in over a 8 years. Not since it all went down. Please don’t be home, he thought grimly, parking outside the small cottage. It was cozy, surrounded by flowers and wind chimes. Warm light glowed through the windows. It looked like peace. He stepped up to the door, hesitated, then knocked.

For a second, he almost turned and ran. But then the door creaked open, and a woman with black hair and tattoos down her arm peered out at him. “Can I help you?” she asked. Sukuna rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh… sorry. I had a friend who used to live here. I didn’t mean to—”

“Aren’t you Sukuna?” He froze. Slowly turned. “Yeah… I am. And you are?”

“Utahime, Uraume’s wife,” she smiled, stepping back. “Come in.” His heart thudded loud. Then— “My love,” Utahime called. “Yeah, babe?” came the voice he hadn’t heard in so long. “Someone’s here for you.” And then they saw each other. Uraume blinked at him from the kitchen, mug in hand. Then scoffed. “You son of a bitch.” Sukuna exhaled. “Uraume…” A long pause. Then both of them chuckled softly, walking toward one another. “You motherfucker,” Uraume sniffled, hugging him tight. Sukuna wrapped his arms around them, holding on harder than he meant to. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I’m so sorry…”

“Why are you so goddamn big now?” Uraume laughed through tears. “You look like a fucking undertaker.” They sat and talked for hours. Sukuna told them everything. About the darkness. The prison. The years he wouldn’t even look at his wife. How he crawled out of the hole piece by piece. “How the hell are you gonna be a dad?” Uraume teased. Sukuna groaned. “I don’t know. That woman—she’s all over me. Even before she got pregnant.”

“Oh, poor you,” Uraume rolled their eyes. “Tired from too much sex?”

“I’m not tired of the sex,” he grumbled, leaning back. “I’m tired from not sleeping. She wakes me up like I’m a human dildo.” Uraume cackled. “You are a human dildo.” Sukuna flipped them off. “Take a nap. Go crash on the couch,” Uraume said, standing up. “Utahime and I need to get groceries anyway. Sleep while you can.” And Sukuna did. For the first time in forever, he fell asleep with no nightmares, no ghosts, just the soft scent of cinnamon from their kitchen. That night, when he returned home, the house was dark. Still. He stepped into the bedroom and paused.

You were curled around his sweatshirt, sleeping soundly, a small smile on your face. He moved slowly, pulling the fabric from your arms and replacing it with himself. Drawing you into his chest, kissing the top of your head, breathing in the soft floral scent of your shampoo, and that’s when it hit him. Hard.

That tug. The one deep in his chest. The one that told him this was forever, and suddenly the memories flooded in. More than what the psychic said. Memories from lifetimes he hadn’t remembered until now. Where he was a wandering sword-for-hire, and you were a widow with a shy smile, where you danced barefoot in the rain while he built you a little farmhouse. Countless lives. Countless versions of you.

But always the same story.

You find him. He finds you. He falls. You fall.

In every universe, no matter how monstrous he becomes, somehow you love him anyway.

In every universe, he’s yours.

And you are his.

Forever.

[theacedragon0w0]

Food for Thought

Sage having some reflection in cannibal town plus some Willow×Iris for the soul

Willow and Hazel belongs to the fabulous @puffymucher

Rosalina cameo for @mirconreadzztuff22

And Iris ofc belongs to the pookie @helluvadyke

Sage was excited to hang out with Iris and Willow today, there was a new bakery that recently opened up and Sage volunteered to scope it out for her wives, Hazel begged Velvette to let her go with Sage but Velvette reminded her that she will absolutely buy the store clean. Rosalina was away on a business trip with Ozzie so Sage asked Iris if they can meet up, with the deal that if there is any trouble that Sage will contact Velvette asap.

Sage spotted Iris at the front entrance and called the bloodhound for her attention, both bouncing as they hugged each other.

"Sagey it has been way too long!"

"We were literally escorting our bosses for a meeting last week," Sage chuckled.

"That doesn't count! That was strictly business, we definitely need to hang out that doesn't involve us standing behind our bosses."

"Like that ever is a complaint," Sage teased, looking behind Iris to see another hellhound that stood silent. The Doberman guard nodded along to the conversation, smiling whenever Iris looked over her shoulder to exchange glances.

Willow reminded Sage of Hazel, she was intimidating at first but seeing how she acted around Iris reassured Sage of the new addition to Rosie's security. The soft touches the two would exchange, not to mention that Sage saw the two split one of Sage's packed snacks which sealed Sage's approval. Honestly, Sage thought, those two were one of the cutest couples in hell.

The three entered the bakery, what caught Sage's eye was the large display case of the numerous types of pastries and cakes. Sage's gaze stopped at the sample plate, it holding carefully decorated hors d'oeuvres, with each one having a finger sticking out.

Iris waved her hand in front of Sage, "Hey SageCake, you alright?" With both already been trying out the free snacks on the plate.

"How do fingers taste?"

Iris was taken aback from the quick question, "well it depends on the demon who's finger is being eaten, the most common flavor is pork, the second one being chicken-"

Willow nudged Iris on her side, cutting off Iris' rant, pointing to Sage's prosthetic, "We can go to a different bakery if seeing these samples is bugging you."

Iris' face lost some of it's color as she realized the full weight of that statement, "Fuck me i forgot your whole hand thing, Willy's right we can go somewhere else with better tastes,"

Sage lifted her right hand, stopping the bloodhounds sentence, Sage looked at their prosthetic, the robotic fingers bending and flexing at her will, "To be honest, I am not bothered by it, maybe a little less than I should."

Sage then remembered all the events that came after that night, how they sought sanctuary at the hotel, getting their first prosthetic by Sir Pentious, being recruited by Velvette, nearly dying by holy arms, the physical therapy that their partner's helped them through, the rough nights that ended in a warm embrace.

They also remembered the look on the squads face when they gave her back her denim jacket, the one they were currently wearing.

Sage took a deep sigh, "Look, that chapter in my life is far behind me, and even if we found out where they sold my hand, it's pretty much a waste of time. Honestly the only thing that I think about it is how I would taste,"

"Oh I could help with that~" Iris smirked, wiggling her eyebrows that caused a snorting fit from Sage.

"I don't doubt that, now let me order some of these cakes for Hazel, and save me a sample too! I can see you guys nearly cleaning off the plate!"

The sillies ever your honor

[holyguardian]

💋 w/ Jackson in their florist/asmr artist au >:3c

💋 to abruptly kiss Aerith.

Aerith had started up again. Jackson stood on the external stairwell that led up the side of her business, to the second story where her small apartment was located. In his hand were flowers, wrapped and presented in a beautiful bouquet, the white roses and pink lilies were a stunning choice and not something she would have expected of him.

Of course this had come from another business, she was even going to overlook that fact in her wary shock at this situation. But then there was a small card.

'How many seconds of peace can these buy? — xo Jackson'

"Oh, I should have known this was some — extra layer to this game — this! — this whatever this is! — I thought you were actually being nice!" Aerith complained. The smile on his face suggested this was the riling he sought and in a mimicry of one of their first meetings, his boot caught her door from closing, but then he advanced into her personal space and stole an abrupt, daring kiss.

It didn't last long, just enough for Jackson to hum and lean back, head tilted to watch the chaos he brewed.

Aerith wasn't as cool or collected as him. If anything, she floundered, her eyes closed as her hands flexed open, closed, then open again as if she had to search for her words. She was flustered. "Who do you think you are..?" she spoke, absolutely no bite in her tone. Her lashes opened to quite a cocky lad. He was infuriating, but in that moment he was damn attractive. He had no right.

He began to speak, she didn't listen. Mid-sentence she cut him off with a kiss of her own, exploring these uncharted waters. It was less of one single kiss, more a series of smaller kisses that gradually built. All too abruptly she pulled away again and locked eyes with him. What the fuck were they doing?

[ecargmura]

Hirogaru Sky! Precure Episode 37 Review - How Mashiro And Ageha Became Friends

Have you ever wondered how Mashiro and Ageha became friends? This episode gives you the answer! They met when they were small but they didn’t become actual friends until they spent time together at a farm in the countryside; they even have a picture to commemorate. It’s a heartwarming episode overall.

Despite that, there are still a few questions I have regarding this backstory. First off, how did they go to the farm? I assume Yoyo took them as she was there in the flashback, but was that how they first met or was that how they first became friends? I think Episode 4 stated that they first met because Ageha lived around the neighborhood at the time, so I assume this episode told the tale of how they became friends. Second, I’d like to know how far back this was. Mashiro was already speaking complete sentences, so I assume she was around four or five back then, which would mean Ageha was eight or nine at the time.

Other than that, this was a nice episode. I can tell Toei wanted to flex their budget by giving the episode beautiful scenery. Maybe it’s just me but the scenery looks absolutely gorgeous for this episode only. I don’t recall seeing such nice scenery in previous episodes. And speaking of Toei flexing, they made a new commercial break sequence and the five Cure group transformation sequence. I feel like they’re really stepping up their game starting this episode onward.

Skearhead’s a complete enigma. He just showed up to have the usual MotW moment and then bails out when defeated. Yet, the way he behaves is so calculated. It’s like he’s planning something and he’s testing the Precures by stalking them and dishing out Kyoborgs. Just what is he scheming? I always get uneasy feelings whenever Skearhead comes into the picture. He’s just so different from the previous villains that I can’t help but feel worried.

Anyways, this review is going to be short. Tiny Mashiro and Ageha are adorable as heck and it was nice seeing the show expand a backstory. I do wonder if next episode will be a Tsubasa development since this episode was both a Mashiro and Ageha one as we did get previous Mashiro (Episode 34) and Ageha (Episode 36) focused episodes. It’s not fair if Tsubasa doesn’t get more development. Will Ellee get one too? I just hope Toei balances these fillers because it wouldn’t be fair since the last time Tsubasa got a focus episode was back around Episode 26 where he had to share it with Mashiro. Also, I don’t mind that some focus episodes are double-character focus as it does work as shown with Episode 26 and this episode. What are your thoughts about this episode?

[kpophubb]

♡ 𝖤𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ♡

❥𝘌𝘯𝘩𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴/𝘰

❥🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 ᰔ // 𝗼𝘁𝟳 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 // мαѕтєяℓιѕт

{ Requested by my lovely anonie } <3

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ꕤ нєєѕєυηց -

Hee is a very calm and collected guy so he doesn’t get jealous that often

Unless he’s needy for your attention and you’re not giving him cuddles. Which is a not so rare occasion in your relationship.

He might be a fun person, but, he gets really serious if someone ever tries to hit up on you.

Cause what’s HEE’S is HEE’S no one else dares to have it!!! >.< (Okay that was a real bad pun I was just tryna be funny..:| )

Anyway

You remember clearly the day heeseung and you went shopping together in the mall and the part-timer in the stall was literally gawking at you.

Heeseung immediately notices it and doesn’t like it one bit, but he hates drama, so everytime the guy keeps looking at you, he comes and stands infront of you to hide the guy’s view lmao (talk about being cute- petty 😆🥺)

Now..the guy even tries to approach you once cause he doesn’t realize heeseung is your boyfriend….

“Ma’am are you looking for something-“ he proceeds to ask you when hee cuts his sentence off smugly

“Me and my baby are looking for matching shoes. Can you show us some trendy ones?” Hee raises his eyebrows cockily, placing his large hand on your shoulder and pulling you close to him.

To this remark, the guy just flings his mouth open from shock but regains his composure and goes away.

You start giggling the very next second, finding your boyfriend’s rare protectiveness absolutely adorable.

“Hey! Don’t laugh y/n.” Hee pouts, frowning his eyebrows in displeasure.

“Okay baby.” You reply, emphasising on the last word to tease him.

Hee gets shy immediately at your pet name and coos, but melts the moment you lean in and give him a quick peck on the lips. 💋

Believe me, his pride is inflated the size of Jupiter everytime you initiate skinship in public cause, it’s his biggest flex that he’s got the prettiest girl on earth all to himself. 😏💘😳

ꕤ วαу -

Now the thing about jay is that, he’s a very calm and friendly person with you and also likes it when you’re being like that. Friendly, outspoken and laughing a lot.

Which is why, he likes the view of watching you with his boys aka enha

He doesn’t mind it at all, if anything, he loves the way you mingle and blend with them.

However, If it’s someone else who might have flirty intentions with you, he won’t hesitate to display his protective attitude

On the free weekend when jay took you out for a lunch date, he noticed how the waiter was peering at you with interested eyes and eyeing your neck line

It was as if that man totally ignored the presence of your boyfriend, the man who was seated right infront of you.

When the waiter starts complimenting you all of a sudden in the middle of taking your order, that’s when jay loses his patience

He’s mad mad but since he’s a very polite guy with good manners, he interrupts you two and says

“I think my lady would have this set menu 3 so you can give us some privacy and leave. This way out please” he fakes an annoyed smile and gestures in the direction of the counter, a petty and ticked off expression glinting in his eyes.

And then what?? it’s literally game over for waiter-sshi cause our main lead is back to the scene 😏😏

The embarassed man just exits the picture and leaves you two alone. You can’t help but chuckle at the way jay was being so possessive yet so cute for you.

He sits up and changes his position from infront of you to beside you. Wrapping his arms around you securely, he rests his head on top of yours fondly before proceeding to continue the rest of the date with good vibes and love, love and endless adoration. 💞😌

ꕤ วαкє -

We know, our Jake is a very very very very chill guy

I mean he NEVER gets jealous or even pissed because he’s always so sweet mygod

At one point, you even question yourself whether he really cares enough to be affected when you’re mingling with some other guy or he’s just very good at keeping his jealousy low-key

So you make a plan with heeseung and decide to make Jake jealous. After all, he’s always so flirty w engenes, it was high time you paid him back 🙄

As planned, you went over to the Enha dorm that day and offered to cook ramen in their kitchen.

The dorm was empty and it was solely heejake at home so it made your opportunity perfect.

The moment jake heard you were gonna cook for him, he was SOO EXCITED, sim puppy jaeyun was literally wagging his (invisible) tail and swaying his head from side to side out of sheer happiness. 🥺

But when you do come out with the prepared ramen..you just have one bowl and you give it dotingly to heeseung, all the time maintaining a shy eye contact with him and ignoring your boyfriend.

Initially, jake is in denial seeing what was going on. He was confused and unable to process that you just denied his whole existence and prepared one bowl of ramen, THAT TOO FOR HEESEUNG, when he was the one waiting so eagerly for it. You even brushed your fingers with hee’s when he was holding the bowl.

Like hello ik that was a very mean prank, but serves him right for all the “date me baby” “call me tonight baby girl” crap he did with his fans 🙂

Jake looks in the other direction and pretends it’s okay, but boy oh boy, he’s so evidently UPSET

Like jealous what, he’s HURT :((

His poor sad expressions make you feel so guilty that you immediately rush to take him in your arms while saying it was a prank

Hearing the mention of prank, jake sighs pouting, burying his head in your chest (his fav cushion), draping his arms around you and whining to you like a toddler rushing to his mom for comfort.

“Baby how could you do that to me!! >.<“

“But you do that with engenes all the time. Tit for tat sweetie” you laugh mischievously.

“BUUUUTTT they’re my engenes ! That’s why baby you know..it’s nth like that. They’re fans..”

“Yeah I’m an engene too. And heeseung is enhypen too. See? I’m being flirty cause I’m his fan” you slap back with a perfect argument.

To this..Jake just can’t counter argue..so he just-

Gets back up and kisses you in the lips to shut you up 💋 (his endgame move to everything istg)

Now you too, make sure to give him a lot of kissy that night bc there there, you almost scarred your poor puppy for life…🥺

Jake is such a loving person that he’s gonna forget about what happened in the blink of an eye, as long as you give him a lot of hugs and affection. 💖🤲🏻

Aight, If you ever dare to pull that shit on him again, he might just tackle you on the bed and bite you like grrrrr😠😬 (he thinks he’s a wolf but in reality, he’s just a husky lmao)

ꕤ ѕυηցнσση -

Such a jelly boy and it’s 100% evident

Can’t even hide his jealousy istg

Seeing you cling to any person too much, even his members, makes him want to carry you and stick you to himself with glue !! But ofc he can’t do that

Cause he doesn’t wanna come off as an overprotective boyfriend who’s being too petty

However, when it’s coming from a stranger he can’t trust around you, that’s when he actually does something to express his annoyance

That one night when you were out on a date with hoon and he went to grab crepes for you from a nearby stall, you were standing under the street light and humming, waiting for your boyfriend

That’s when two guys who’ve been staring and smiling at you for a long while approach you and stand too close to you, making you flinch backwards from surprise.

“Hey….can I have your…phone number?” One of the tall guys asks you, half smirking in your direction.

“NO!” Sunghoon snaps loudly in a cold tone from behind, before you can even say anything. He comes up to you while eye-ying the guy scarily, making him withdraw from you.

“She’s my girlfriend.” Sunghoon clears his throat, grabbing your wrist possessively. “So you better stay away, okay?” He warns, taking a few inches towards the poor guy who was already intimated.

The stranger fumbles a stuttering apology and immediately sprints away from the scene, careful to never approach you ever again due to the threat.

“Wow..you looked hot when you were mad tho.” You wink and smile at him, taking his hands in yours and lightening the mood.

Even tho he was annoyed, your smile makes him melt on spot and he gives you a sweet nudge on your shoulder with his.

It’s a waste for him to ruin the romantic setting by sth so insignificant. Romantic chilly night, on an empty street, with the love of his life, now eating crepes. 💗

He gives you a kiss to the side of your head, before proceeding to share the sweet dessert he bought just for you! (And that too your fav flavour ;) )

ꕤ ѕυησσ -

Sunoo is definitely not that of a jealous or possessive person you know

If anything, he’s a super chill and smiley person who’s always happy-go-lucky!!

He doesn’t mind at all seeing you interact with guys or even hanging out with them cause he knows you’re his and he’s yours. :*

So to make him jealous, you have to do something extreme that catches his eyes and makes him feel protective of you

Like that one time when you were hanging out at your friend’s place with your bunch and he saw a pic of your guy friend wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you close to his chest. It was just a friendly pose but he seemed way too romantic. Plus, his flirty comments for you under that really agitated sunoo.

So what does he do now that he’s triggered?

He won’t waste his time conversing with that guy, he will directly go and post atleast 20 pics of you and him together on his sns.

Y’all holding hands, y’all brushing your cheeks with eachother, you sitting on his lap as he has his hands wrapped around your tummy, you kissing his cheek and what not. Publicly SHOWING OFF and slapping people on the faces by clarifying who owns you. (Cause come on, that’s our sassy boy ;) )😏 with ofc captions like “my baby my girl 💖” “we love eachother so much, don’t we?👩‍❤️‍👨” “da perfect couple 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨” blah blah blah.

And duh he loves it way more when you share those posts on your stories and post pics yourself. Which you obviously do cause your cute ddeonu being jealous was a sight to behold for sure! *~*

Sunoo just kisses you so so much that day when he meets you and cuddles you till air almost escapes your lungs lol. <333

ꕤ วυηցωση -

Goes into literal silent murderer mode 🔪

Like how😡 dare😠 someone 😡 else😠 TOUCH😡 his beloved girl 😠???!!

Good thing is that that someone was his dear baby bro ni ki that’s why he’s still a human being and not a corpse by now lmao

Jk, jungwon is a little envious by default and it comes from the fact that he loves you TOO MUCH :( he’s a person who doesn’t like nagging for your attention or affection so when he sees you giving it to someone else, he’s upset by it :(( </3

Ofc he appreciates you loving his members the same way he does, but when he sees ni ki rest his head on your shoulder and laugh at a meme you’re showing him on your phone, jungwon is a tad bit (okay by tad bit I mean a lot) jealous. Jealous because you were being more clingy than needed.

Initially, he just watches from the corner of the room and tries to convince himself that he’s overreacting and being dramatic, but literally 2 milliseconds later, he’s gone to intrude the scene and claim his girl back in his arms !! >.<

Goes in between you and ni ki and silently SHOVES HIM AWAY FROM YOU FOR REAL. Shamelessly sits in between you two and rests his head on your shoulder INSTEAD.

And ofc y’all get the hint that baby cat was being possessive of you! >.<

And that’s like so cute that..you can’t help but smile BIGG! 🥺

And so does ni ki..but the moment he tries to laugh at his hyung, jungwon turns his head to glare at him and pass his silent threat 🙂

So poor maknae just exits the room to give you guys privacy like you deserve

Jungwon acts SO clingy with you now that it’s impossible to not give him attention. Like he brushes his chin with your shoulder and reaches out for your hands and plays with your fingers softly.

Intertwines your hands together and nudges his hair with your neck to make you tickle and laugh >~< <3

This is ✨ yang jungwon ✨ style of letting you know he’s asking for your love. “ I won’t tell you I’m needy but please love me because I’m needy” style ahem. 🤭

Hence you do. You leave the phone and see the way his eyes light up immediately, expecting sth from you.

You cup his cheekies and give him a smol peck on his lips that finally makes him smile like a (lovesick maniac) happy boy.

Jungwon is so caught up about what happened that, that night he’s gonna make sure you can’t leave him and go to someone else. He lies his head on YOUR LEG and crosses his arms through another, to tie you down to him.

But when you ask, he’s gonna straight up deny tho

“Wonie..*laughs* are you being jealous right now?”

“No? Why would I? 🤨 your legs are just comfy. That’s it.”

But aight, you get his intention right?? <33

No complains tho, cause who tf would complain when the cutest kitten of the century is wrapped around your leg like a babie?😍🥹 (yeah you basically just won at life so ssh)

ꕤ ηι кι -

Now it was time to get your revenge on the prank master, aka your boyfriend ni ki 😠

Like in all seriousness…how can you ever forgive him for swapping your oreo filling with toothpaste and ruin your fav snack 🙄

So you decide to pull a prank to make him jealous. You’ve never seen him get possessive of you, so it was a kill two bird with one stone opportunity! ;)

And you do so with his precious sunoo-hyung who was quite oblivious of the situation too

You visit their dorm with a pack of snacks, and while you all were munching on it together, you offer to FEED sunoo from your bag of chips even before he asked.

“Hey sunoo!! Try this.” You shove the chip to his lips, going “aah” and feeding him fondly.

That ofc catches niki’s attention and he’s in D E N I A L

Like what the hell??????????????

He was seated right there but you didn’t share your snacks with him but look at you being all lovey smiley with sunoo!!!! *inserts angry ducky emoji to represent ni ki*

Ni ki right away snatches the packet from you angrily and chomps down all the remaining chips, before handing over the empty packet to you with furrowed brows.

“Now go fEeD yOuR sUnOo” he rolls his eyes at you, passing his mocking comment that was radiating his fuming jealousy.

The maknaes comment just makes the whole room, including you, laugh out loud, ticking him off even more.

He proceeds to exit the room from irritancy but you grab him immediately and pull him into a hug.

“Yosh yoshy..calm down my big baby.” You wheeze, patting him on the back to cool him off haha.

But,he looks at you like an angry duckling the whole time too..cause baby is just not convinced

When his hyungs leave the room tho, his true colours come out and he rests his head on your lap and complains in the most heart melting way possible-

“Kay…I’ll forgive you if you uh…feed me too. 😒💕😠” he whispers and opens his mouth up wide for you ! 🥺

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Tagging : @boowoowho @heejakeysworld @miraculouspabu my sweeties <3

[sofasoap]

Holding you

Pairing : John Price x F!Reader

Summary: After months apart from each other, nothing better than waking up with the love of your life, and helping him with his.... "little problem".

You can either read it as a standalone, or as part of my Mini MacTavish verse, continuation after Come back to me.

Warning: Explicit. Smut, slight angst.

I apologise for any inaccuracies describing military related stuff.

A/N : This was an extension of a little midnight drabble I wrote a while ago thanks to my midnight muse @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world. I hope you will enjoy this Price ramble.

“masterlist” 

You slowly stirred awake as you feel someone gently caressing your cheek. 

Eyes fluttering open, you saw the beautiful blue eyes of your husband, gazing down at you lovingly.

"Morning love." He greeted you in his morning husky voice." Had a good sleep??

"Hmmm hmm." You close your eyes with a smile, snuggling closer to him, savouring his gentle touch. Oh how you have missed him. 

You haven’t seen each other for months. Seven months, fourteen days. But who's counting?

Apart from being absolute workaholics, fate seems to be determined to interfere with the two of you. From the tumultuous courtship, near death experiences, now trying to keep the marriage intact with so much time apart from each other.

When you are home from your deployment, he is already flying halfway across the world, ready for his next mission. When he arrived back in the UK, you were on your way to meet up with your team with KorTac.

Communication was hard. A little ten second voicemail in your inbox will be the last thing you heard from him for weeks. And a quick “I love you” text send out to him before going into a black op mission.

You will always find a little handwritten post-it note, with his worn shirt on the kitchen table when you come home between missions. John isn’t a man with many words, but you can still feel his emotions conveyed through the short sentences, how much he misses you, how much he loves you and wishing you were with him. 

Sometimes you will wake up from a nightmare, dreaming of Laswell showing up at your front door, with John’s dog tag and his personal belongings. One look at her face you knew what had happened.

You cried yourself to sleep every time, wearing his shirt, curling up, inhaling the faint residue cigar and gunpowder scent and trying to imagine his strong arm around you.

It was only two days ago you received a call from Laswell. Seeing her name showing up on your caller ID sends your mind into an endless spiral. She never calls you unless it was for any urgent business. Or an emergency. Or something has happened to one of the men. Or…. 

You always wake up right before she opens her mouth and delivers the bad news,silent scream that is stuck in your throat, heart pounding, tears streaming down your face,panic sets in until you realise you are in your own cot, in the middle of a shared tent on a mission.

Horangi and König will always know what happened the next day, with your red rimmed and dark baggy eyes.  None of them are the type that will give you verbal comfort, but a bag of Korean snacks which you mentioned once that was your favourite and a little tin of handmade sweets will appear on your cot at the end of the day.

You always smile at their thoughtfulness. 

“Are you going to pick up that call?” Horangi looking over your shoulder, “ Laswell? Must be important.”

Flexing your hand, you shook your head, trying to dispel the negative thought that was muddling your brain before nodding. 

Answering with a wavering voice, grabbing tight to the wedding ring underneath your shirt that is chained together with your dog tag, expecting the worst.

You must have sounded more distraught than expected, “John is fine. I am just letting you know the men are on their way back, they should land by late afternoon.“ She reassured you immediately. 

“Go. Just submit the report by this weekend.” König pushed you out of the office as soon as he overheard the conversation. He knew how anxious you were to get back home. 

You took the first flight you can get your hand on to the UK, drove straight from the airport to the base at Credenhill, despite your own weariness, you want to be there to greet your husband as soon as he lands.

Pulling into the car park of the base, you caught a glimpse of the helicopter coming into landing. 

You don’t know how long the two of you have been standing there for, until the other men came over and gave you a slight pat on the back, interrupting the reunion.

The guard at the gate recognises you and you run towards the landing pad as soon as they process and issue you with a visitor’s pass.

You felt your heart going to burst the moment you saw him walking out from the helo, finally being able to see him physically, safe and sound.

“JOHN!” you yelled out to him, catching his attention. Turning around, surprise was evident on his face as you barreled into his embrace. Grabbing tight onto his vest, you burst out crying. All the months contained worry, fear, doubts and longing emotions released all in one go. You heard John murmuring words of assurances into your ears, feeling of his slight unkempt beard caressing against your face as he peppers you with kisses,tightens his arm around you. 

Smiling sheepishly, leaving John’s embrace to give each of the men a tight hug, glad all of them made it back in one piece. 

“We know how much you miss the Captain. Don’t break the bed from too much fun tonight!!!” Gaz teased as they waved goodbye to you and John. He rolled his eyes while your face was burning up like a furnace, from the embarrassment and thinking what was to come that night. 

A soft kiss on the lip, bringing you back from reverie, John adjusted himself slightly, sliding his hand down towards your breast and thigh." Well, since you are awake.... "giving you another kiss, this time with more passion and sliding his tongue into your mouth, before breaking apart, "I think you should help me with my... little problem down here. " he grinds against you as he emphasises  the word  little problem. 

You let out a chuckle, teasing him,“ Last night wasn’t enough for you??” 

“I will never get enough from my beautiful wife.” His voice dripping with both sincerity and need. 

He slowly trails his kisses down your neck towards your chest, pausing to caress the bites and bruises that are spread all over your neck and shoulder. 

“… sore?” Murmuring with a hint of guilt in his voice, regretting being rough on you the previous night.

You never seen him so needy and rough before, releasing all the frustration, the pent up energy of not being able to see you, to be there with you physically and emotionally for such a long time.  He made you cum twice before reaching the bedroom, and the countless times during the night you begged him again and again to reassure you he is there, in your arm, limbs intertwine with each others, not just some figment of imagination and dreams you wake up again and again from, to an empty cold bed.

Shaking your head as you card your finger through his messy morning hair,drifting down to his beard, smiling with silent reassurance for him to continue on.

Kneading and sucking each of the breasts with the utmost care, making sure he isn’t causing more pain. You let out a contented sigh as he slowly pushes your legs apart, running his tongue languidly across your already damp slit. 

‘John… Love…” grabbing onto the bed sheet, pleading with him to give you more, to quench that fire he is stirring up within. 

“Patience. I want to just enjoy…” lapping up more of your wetness that is sipping out between your slit, “tasting you. Feeling you.” His eyes shifted up to meet with you for a moment, “ Loving you.”

You sucked in a big breath of air at his words, holding back a sob. All you can think of is how lucky you are, to have such a wonderful man, who cherishes you, accepting and putting up with all your faults, ( as the 141 men once mentioned Price was probably the only one that can hold you back on a leash to contain your recklessness.) always aims to please you, putting your needs before his. 

In a dazed post orgasm mind, you see him crawling back up towards you, stroking your face before positioning his already dripping hard cock and pushing into your still sensitive core.   

In contrast to the frantic sex the night before, peeling each other’s clothes off as soon as you pass through the threshold of the door, hands roaming everywhere, desperate for each other’s touch, how you want him to be inside you, filling that void you've been missing for the last few months. 

Now he is just taking his time to relish the short time together. Both of you know it won’t be too long before duty calls again, splitting the two of you apart. 

You don’t want to think that far. Pushing that thought to the back of your mind, you nudge his shoulder, for him to lean back so you can push yourself up, adjusting yourself to straddle him. 

You clench down hard as he hits you in a sweet spot in this new position, eliciting a moan from him. You smile lazily, rolling your hips, arms around his neck, one hand lightly caressing the nape of his neck, determined to return the favour, making sure he is enjoying it as much as you do. His hand wanders down towards your butt, grabbing both cheeks, pulling you close to him as he can.

You can feel him getting close as he rolls his head back, breathing starting to get erratic, his hip slamming up towards you, trying to chase the high.

“It’s ok love.. just let it go…I want to feel you inside me.. coat me with your hot cum, show you how much you love me…” You whispered into his ear, enticing him. Tipped over the edge with your words, he let out a loud groan as he filled you up inside. With a few more thrust from him as he rides out his orgasm, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, biting down hard on his shoulder,reaching your own high.  

“Ready to go again?? I don’t think my problem has been solved… with just one round”  He asked with his raspy voice as you felt his cock twitching inside you, getting hard again.  You laughed , and leaned in to give him a deep kiss before letting him lowering you back into the bed. 

You and Price didn't get out of bed until way past noon. 

If you are reading this as part of Mini MacTavish verse... Mini and Price are both absolute workaholics, spending more time away from each other than together until they both retire from front line. in my H/C, they never ended up having any kids. by choice or not by choice? you decide. But they are happily to shower their love on their nieces and nephews ( the little rascals Soap has produced lol ).

I apologise for bit of jumble of the smut part. I have no idea why every single time I start writing for Price x Reader, I am always in a slump depressive stage. but hey, I had bit of fun writing, I might revisit and tidy this up when I am in a better place mentally.

Tag :

@floral-force

@homicidal-slvt

@captainpriceslover

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

[broken--stardust]

benchwarmer - j.t.k.

a/n: thank you to my angel baby for editing this for me ❤️‍🩹👼 @jakekiszkaenthusiast

summary: what happens when you piss jake off and go behind his back doing the one thing you are not allowed to do? (basically, this is a porno)

pairing: jake x f. reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), little bit of fluff. there is really no plot to this at all, it's literally just porn. specific warnings after the cut.

explicit warnings: m. dom, punishment, degradation, name-calling, spit, m. & f. masturbation, edging (for days), facial, daddy kink, forced multiple orgasms, overstimulation, CNC if you squint very hard (she does consent, but she says things like "i can't" etc. she does not ever say stop or no)

It had been nine days.

N i n e days.

Since you’d had release. Satisfaction. Unadulterated, euphoric bliss.

One may say, “that’s not terribly long” or “I’ve gone longer”. It’s true, that’s not a terribly long time if you were simply going about the mundane activities of your everyday life with absolutely no stimuli.

But that was impossible, because you lived with Jake Kiszka. And he knew exactly what made you tick. More explicitly, he knew exactly what made your heart pound and your pussy clench. What made warm, sweet wetness drip down your thighs like honey.

And you were in trouble.

You were being punished, with seemingly no respite from your suffering on the horizon.

You had been doing just fine. It sucked, of course, especially when your boyfriend would wrap you in his arms from behind and whisper teasing phrases in your ear while you stirred vegetables on the stove, pulling away with your earlobe between his teeth. Or when he would emerge from the shower and drop his towel right in front of you as you read a book in bed, his back to you, stretching his arms above his head and ever so slightly flexing, deliciously putting the muscles in his back on display. Or when you were both in bed preparing for sleep and scrolling through your phones, while his free hand made its way under your shirt, palm cupping your bare breast, and took your nipple between two fingers, giving it a pinch and a twist, eyes never leaving his phone screen before sliding his hand back out and rolling over to turn off the lamp with a “love you, goodnight”. Among other things.

Yes, despite all of that, you had been doing just fine. You were surviving. You were fine until everything culminated last night.

[the night before]

You were brushing your teeth when you heard it. A couple of low, enticing grunts, followed by tempting moans at a slightly higher pitch. You spit out your toothpaste and rinsed, and gingerly stepped out of the bathroom into your shared bedroom.

The sight that met your eyes was enough to nearly make you release a moan of your own.

Jake was sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room, legs spread wide as if he was on display. He held eye contact with you immediately while he leisurely stroked his hardened cock up and down with his right hand, and tightly gripped one of the arms of his chair with his left. His eyes rolled back into his head for a split second as he let out an otherworldly cry when he swiped his thumb across the throbbing, pink tip in a few circles, only to meet your eyes again with a low moan.

“Hi baby,” he drawled with a smirk.

“Hello, Jacob. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Pleasure? Who said anything about pleasure?” he questioned as he tilted his head back, letting out a long groan to punctuate his sentence.

“Well-, you-,”

“Exactly. Me. Take off your panties and sit down on the floor in front of me, legs spread” he interrupted. “Oh, and sit on your hands.”

You quickly did as you were told, so quickly it was comical as you almost tripped over your underwear around your ankles. Jake must’ve thought it was funny too, because he let out a low chuckle.

“Absolutely pathetic. I love it when you’re this desperate” he taunted.

You glared at him as you took your seat at his feet. He only smirked at you while he continued to stroke his dick, running his thumb across the thick vein bulging out on the front, causing him to let out a little gasp as he held eye contact with you.

He tsked at you. “Forgetting something?”

You frowned when you remembered he commanded you to sit on your hands and moved to correct yourself.

“That’s better. Now don’t look away from me. I wanna watch your face turn red and your jaw clench as you watch me cum, unable to do anything about it.”

He proceeded to rub his cock, occasionally adjusting the pressure and speed to his liking, letting out the most delectable groans. You could feel your nipples harden under your shirt from how utterly turned on you were, and Jake must’ve noticed too as he let out a low moan with a gleam in his eye.

You started to bring your legs together, clenching your pussy as you attempted to obtain some small form of relief.

"No" Jake barked. "Legs spread. Eyes on me. Hands under your ass. The rules are simple."

You nodded, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Oh baby, you’re fucking dripping. You’re gonna make a mess of our carpet" he teased. He let out a particularly high moan as he twisted his thumb and index finger over his frenulum, squeezing his shaft with his palm and remaining fingers. "Fuuuuuuck" he groaned, eyes rolling back into his head.

He reached his hand in front of you, palm up, just beneath your mouth. "Spit" he commanded. You let a long string of spit fall from between your lips and into his hand, and he quickly wiped it over his dripping head, mixing your juices, and continued to stroke his cock with purpose. He grunted and groaned, expletives rolling off his tongue as he rubbed harder and faster.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna come. Get on your knees" he ordered, and you quickly obliged, mouth open, knowing exactly what he would want.

Hot ropes of sticky cum began spilling out of him, all over your face and tongue. You and he moaned together as he watched his seed drip into your throat, you drinking up his sweet and salty release.

"Fuck, that's a good girl. Look at you. My perfect slut covered in my cum. Is that what you are? My good girl?"

You nodded vigorously, as he grabbed your chin and looked deep into your eyes.

"But not good enough, huh? Nope, not at all. Go clean yourself up, whore" and with that he released your face. He ran his thumb across your cheek gently, raising his eyebrows slightly, making sure you actually were still okay with this game you both were playing.

You smirked. "Okay, daddy" you answered in reassurance.

His eyes filled with lust once more, and he thumbed over a drop of cum slowly dripping down your cheek, collecting it, and lifting it to his mouth to slurp it off with a sinful pop. "Good girl," he whispered.

[the present]

This is why you found yourself writhing under your bed sheets, wanton with need. Jake's side of the bed was cold, indicating he'd been gone for some time. God, you just wanted to touch yourself so. fucking. bad. You groaned audibly as you stretched across the bed, rubbing your face in distress.

This was your own fault, you knew that. 9 days before, during a particularly heated makeout session that had begun because you paraded around the house while he was on an important conference call with his management team, clad in only one of his muscles tees cut low down the sides and a bright red thong, you edged him beyond belief before stating you had to get ready for work. You left him throbbing and dripping on the couch, with a flirty wave of your hand goodbye.

You knew, and he knew, that you were sufficiently punished after only a couple days of this dry spell, but you both enjoyed the game far too much.

"Fuck this" you said aloud.

You yanked Jake's sweatshirt you were wearing over your head, and tugged your panties down your legs, kicking them off as you stepped onto the tiled floor of your bathroom.

You turned the shower on, watching the mirrors begin to steam almost instantaneously with the contrasting temperature. You gazed at yourself in the mirror, gently grazing your hands across your chest and taking your breasts under your palms. You watched yourself moan as you took your nipples between your fingertips, giving them a sharp pinch and then rolling them between your fingers.

You gave yourself a smirk in the mirror. Jake was at the studio, and wasn't going to be  home for a few hours. Plenty of time.

You stepped into the shower with care, standing beneath the head and letting the warm water cascade down your body. You toyed with your breasts some more, the water adding delicious lubrication.

You took a deep breath. You knew you were directly disobeying Jake. But he's not home. And what he doesn’t know won't hurt him. Right?

You grabbed the shower handle from its holder and adjusted the pressure setting up just a notch. You spread your legs and squatted slightly, leaning against the stone shower wall, and directed the stream to your aching clit. You nearly screamed at the sensation, loud moans leaving your lips, your chest beginning to heave.

"Ahem" you heard a throat clear with a subtle cough and nearly dropped the shower head. You quickly hung it back up and took in the sight of Jake standing in the doorway of your bathroom, stroking his chin casually, and watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips.

You stared into each other's eyes in silence, his facial expression portraying disapproval, but his eyes burned with lust.

"By all means, continue" he broke the silence with a taunt. "Better yet, allow me." And with that he stripped completely in record speed, and opened the glass shower door. His feet splashed at the water pooling on the tile floor of the shower, taking two large strides to be right in front of you. "You’re in for it now, little girl" he said with a smirk.

He firmly gripped the top of your head and pushed down until you were sitting on the bench built into the side of the shower. He caressed your cheek gently, but his eyes were filled with fiery passion that betrayed his comforting actions.

He grabbed the shower head, aggressively tugging it from its place, causing the hose to snap wildly.

"Open up, angel."

You spread your legs for him as you watched him turn up the pressure two more settings, and kneel to the floor in front of you. With one hand, Jake lightly traced your clit- a jarring contrast from what you knew you were about to feel- and held the hood of your clit upwards, allowing for no protection. He met your eyes, seeking silent permission. You nodded once, and he flashed you a devilish smirk before blasting your tender clit with the shower stream.

"Jesus FUCK" you screamed at the pressure, his hand gripping at your thighs, forcing them apart after you immediately attempt to clench them together.

"Nuh uh, doll, keep your legs open."

After only about 30 seconds of pressure and vibration, you could feel your clitoris throbbing and your legs begin to shake of their own accord.

"Oh you poor, needy, baby. Already about to cum?" Jake teased.

You nodded as you let out a breathy groan.

"Let it go baby, cum for me. Cum for daddy."

His words sent you careening over the edge, your vision going white as you screamed from the intensity of your orgasm. With your chest heaving, you opened your eyes to see him staring right at you. He moved the shower head up and down in a very tight line as you came down from your orgasm. As your breathing began to slow, you watched the corners of his lips turn up into a Cheshire grin as he held his hand steady, the jet of water now providing almost too much pressure to your throbbing clit. 

"B-baby-" you stuttered, the overstimulation beginning to wash over you.

"Hmm?" he questioned with a raise of his eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" you breathed shakily.

"Making you cum. Didn't you want to cum?" he questioned, feigning innocence.

"Yes, thank you, but I did."

"Oh, I know you did. And it was spectacular."

Your chest began to rise and fall with rapid speed, moans falling from your lips. "Jakey, please, I know what you’re doing, I can't" you pleaded.

"Oh, but you can. Dirty, naughty girl. You wanted to cum so bad. Didn't you?" Your moans began to turn into screams, and your thighs fought against his strong hands. "If you wanted it so bad, you’re going to as many times as I say."

Tears began to prick your eyes from the overstimulation as you moaned his same amongst a string of curses. With a strangled cry you felt your second orgasm wash over you, your body shaking from head to toe.

"That's a good girl, that's it" Jake praised, never removing the shower stream from your clit.

You frantically grabbed at his wrist. "Please Jake, I can't" you begged.

"Oh, but you can. One more. Show daddy you can be a good girl and give me one more." Your eyes widened as you watched him turn the pressure up to its highest setting, a second later it hitting you.

"Oh fuck, oh my God, Jake, fuck" you cried as tears began to stream down your cheeks.

"That's it baby that's it, you’re taking it so well. One more, just one more."

Your body was practically convulsing at this point, your pelvis lifting off of the bench involuntarily as it tried to get away from the overwhelming sensation. Jake pushed down on your stomach with his free hand as he held you in place.

You were moaning and crying his name as you felt the pressure begin to build inside you. "Oh fuck, Jake, oh fuck" you repeated like a mantra.

"You’re so close baby, you're doing amazing. Last one. Just let go, I've got you." He soothed, his words being what finally caused the bubble to burst and you came harder than you think you'd ever done before.

Jake immediately removed the shower head from your red, throbbing clit and placed it back in its holder. Your head lolled forward, beginning to take your body with it as he grabbed you and held you in his arms under the shower stream, now down to its regular pressure, the water beginning to turn cold.

He kissed the top of your head, your forehead, your nose, and your cheeks as he held you flush with his bare chest.

"You did so well, my love" he praised.

You smiled up at him. "Am I a good girl now?"

He giggled. "The goodest" he answered with a peck to your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up and in bed, hmm?"

You nodded. "'M so tired."

"I bet you are, after your morning of deceit" he teased, picking you up bridal style. "You deserve a nap I suppose". He sat you on the bathroom counter as he grabbed a towel and began drying you off, gently wringing out your hair.

"Be right back" he said as he left the bathroom. He returned a moment later wearing boxers, and holding one of his t-shirts. He slipped it over your head gently, picking you up off the counter and carrying you to bed.

He climbed into bed with you and you both rolled to face each other.

You smiled at him, he smiled back. "I like this game" you said.

Jake laughed at you. "Of course you do. You're a brat." he said with a boop to your nose. -fin.

[historia-vitae-magistras]

“They don’t tell me shit. Everyone knows this is a cushy post. Keep the genius on board and try to keep his tinkering budget below world-ending for a couple of years. Do that, get one of the prestige posts overseas. Boom, career made. Jones hasn’t done anything but cooperate since I got here. What else did I need to know?”

I love this little glimpse into Alfred's relationship with the government - the idea that they give him a "tinkering budget" that needs to be carefully managed is fun, but even more intriguing is the implication that it's a stepping stone to higher posts because there are times Jones doesn't cooperate.

“Matthew Williams was old European money? You’re not serious. He did grass with homeless guys in Stanley Park and drove a 78 Chevy. Everyone knows Alfred has got the brains and business sense.”

Okay, it's a little bit Matt's fault for smoking pot in the park, but I feel bad that even to humans viewing them as humans Alfred's the exceptional one. That's heartbreaking.

On the flip side, this whole thing was deeply amusing - a bored bureaucrat finding out that the impulsive genius and his stoner brother are the heirs to Crusades-era wealth is a funny premise, and I liked the added angle of "we know what's really going on, but how does it get explained to humans?" (Also, kudos to Brighid for being "unconfirmed" - Arthur doesn't deserve to get credited with being related to her.)

“Last time I took a northwoods sabbatical.”

“You mean the last time you had a mental breakdown and spent three months in the woods eating possum liver?"

“I prefer racoons thank you, and…” Matthew rubbed the back of his neck, preparing for the backlash. “Well, that was the second to last time.”

“What?” His father’s face was instantly furious and even more worrying, his father was concerned. “Matthew!”

Aaaaand emotion. "Northwoods sabbatical" is hilarious, but I can't decide what's more heartbreaking - Matt not telling his father about every time, or Arthur finding out that his son's been having these breakdowns more often than he thought. At least Matt knew Arthur would be upset? Like, it's horrible that he feels like he has to manage other people's feelings like that, but at least it's "it'll worry him" instead of "he won't care"?

His father’s brain was working, his worry between Matthew standing before him and his firstborn clearly in conflict. Not on his face, never on his face, but Matthew knew what the slight flex of one hand meant. Alfred won. He always won.

Seriously, you're so fucking good at balancing feeling bad for Arthur with hating him for being a shit father (and obviously feeling bad for Matt.) Like, he's worried about both of his kids. Matt's saying concerning things and that does bother him! And I feel bad for him because I'm sure he feels awful about that, and of course he's worried sick about Alfred.

But it's largely his fault that Matt acts like that, and it's precisely because Alfred always wins. He loves them so much, and I feel bad for him because of how hard this must be, but he's a shit, favorites-playing father and his pain is partially self-inflicted and deserved. And you balance that perfectly every time.

And the way you write it... "Alfred won. He always won." The resignation is absolutely heartbreaking, and Matt being able to read Arthur so well that he knows when Alfred's won - not from his face, because Arthur's good enough to keep it out of his expression, but from something as small as his hand flexing... it's a gut punch.

The sick, cold feeling was back. It was like missing organs, or his skin, or half of himself. Maybe more than half of himself.

Sobbing The poor baby... it was bad enough with the first two sentences and then "Maybe more than half of himself" actually gutted me. They're so close, but more than that - Matt's humanity is bound up with Alfred in a lot of ways. So maybe more than half of him is missing.

Alfred was lost, and his entire body felt so wrong, with only his frosted fields and forests and none of the blast of noise and life that was his brother.

I don't have much to say here, it's just that this one gutted me exactly like the last one. Matt's pain is so clear and heartbreaking, you're too good at this.

“You know what? Fuck this. I brought your good knife. Let's get answers.”

On the one hand, YAY THE MURDER MOOSE IS COMING. On the other hand, the image of them shifting from being on the verge of collapsing emotionally into that very bloodthirsty determination is still hurting me. They love Alfred so much and they're hellbent on finding him. (But also, Arthur is once again enabling/calling on the lost-humanity/violent/perfect soldier side of Matt that Alfred hates so much and I think that is a very interesting dynamic - they're motivated by how much they love him, and they're using tools he hates because they harm the brother he loves. And it's Matt's choice to a great extent, but from Alfred's perspective this would look like Arthur sacrificing Matt for his preferred son. It is very twisty emotionally.)

I was planning to go to sleep before you posted and then I dropped EVERYTHING to read. I know I'm repeating myself, but this story and every chapter in it is absolutely excellent. Thank you so, so much for this.

God your comments make my brain go brrrrr and crystalize so many of the things I'm trying to get across without being super conscious about it ahhhh.

I love this little glimpse into Alfred's relationship with the government - the idea that they give him a "tinkering budget" that needs to be carefully managed is fun, but even more intriguing is the implication that it's a stepping stone to higher posts because there are times Jones doesn't cooperate.

Oh, he very much does not cooperate when he doesn’t want to. Arthur half abandoned that kid in the 17th century, and Alfred’s been getting himself in and out of trouble for 400 years. He won't be found if he doesn't want to be found. Good luck putting a collar on a nuclear-powered half immortal with more experience getting out of nets than a fucken eel.

Okay, it's a little bit Matt's fault for smoking pot in the park, but I feel bad that even to humans viewing them as humans Alfred's the exceptional one. That's heartbreaking.

Matt’s the family burn-out freeloading off his brother’s defence budget, and he prefers it that way. No one’s up in his business like they are Alfred’s, lol. Alfred’s brain is full of bees, business and brilliance, and Matt’s been recycling the 1 serotonin for 400 years

It’s sad, but it's also very protective for Matt. Faking his death every so often is the easiest way for him to duck out responsibilities.

Aaaaand emotion. "Northwoods sabbatical" is hilarious, but I can't decide what's more heartbreaking - Matt not telling his father about every time, or Arthur finding out that his son's been having these breakdowns more often than he thought. At least Matt knew Arthur would be upset? Like, it's horrible that he feels like he has to manage other people's feelings like that, but at least it's "it'll worry him" instead of "he won't care"?

At least! Arthur is terrible, but he does give most of a fuck. gahhhh they’re killing me.

[chateautae]

work out for me | kth. (m)

banner by my lovely @kithtaehyung​

➵ summary : interrupting your boyfriend's workout session was either the best mistake you made, or the worst.. especially for your legs.

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre : established relationship!au, boyfriend!tae, workout!tae, pwp, filthy smut, maybe fluff if you squint real hard

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 6.6k

➵ warnings : swearing, thigh-riding, obedience/power play, pussy playing, cum tasting, finger sucking, katoptronphilia (getting nasty in front of a mirror), slight exhibitionism, big dick!tae, reverse cowgirl, chocking, breath play, breast fondling, begging, loads of dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up loves), semi-public (?) sex (they’re still alone), penetrative sex, against a mirror sex, rough sex, biting, scratching, praising, crying, one brief use of daddy, creampie, light squirting, restraint, a pussy slap :D (honestly tae’s a whole demon in this)

➵ a/n : so i think everyone remembers the meltdown i had on my blog over tae’s vlog fucking working out so here’s a manifestation of my filthiest dreams ✨ special thank you to my beta-reader @nightapple4jk !! dedicated to my boo @hantaev​ 💓 enjoy lovelies :)

➵ song : “work out” by j. cole

God, you took your time with this one. He’s one of your favourites, isn’t he? It would surely explain the paradox that is how an ethereal man like Taehyung exists.

And please, do provide an explanation. Provide an explanation for how you could’ve crafted him a gorgeous face with perfectly chiseled features, given him a dualistic personality that was the optimal balance of sugar, spice and everything nice. Please provide an explanation for how you could’ve given him the sweet smile of an angel but the fucking capabilities of a demon.

And please, please supply the one explanation you needed most in this cruel world, which was how you could’ve possibly allowed a man like Taehyung to start working out.

It was unfair, downright cruel to already be subjected to watching Taehyung look incredibly sexy when he focuses on his work, melt over him playing with his adorable dog Yeontan or submit immediately when he touches you in bed.

But now? All your eager eyes could see was your boyfriend concentrating on himself in the mirrors lining the private gym room, occasionally swearing and huffing out as he lifts his weights.

And God, you could not keep still.

It was far too easy to feel yourself figuratively drool seeing his back muscles flex as he exercises his chest, chew on your lip as you watch his face contort sexily, catch view of the light sheen of sweat that coats his sculpted body.

The instant killer was his Godforsaken attire, adorning a black t-shirt that he had the habit of cuffing up to reveal his biceps, and wearing the extremely lethal, infamous grey sweatpants.

And for a well-endowed man like Taehyung, grey sweatpants were extremely fatal, especially when he was gloriously manspreading his long, muscular legs and all you could feast your eyes on was the delicious outline of his gracious length.

Yeah, your core instantly ignited.

You mindlessly bit down on a finger of yours, gazing at him in lust-filled awe as you remained perched against the doorframe of the room. It was well into the night now, where of course, only your determined boyfriend was in search of some gains in the work out facility your apartment building offered.

It wasn’t long before your ogling melted into a horny haze when Taehyung began utilizing the pec-deck, drawing his broad chest outward and breathing rhythmically as he brought his hands in front, only to release them backwards.

He does this for however long you remained standing with your panties dampening into a mess, toes curling in your shoes as the machine causes him to offer his lap like it already isn’t your favourite seat.

You clamp down even harder on your digit, swallowing for any semblance of control as your senses go haywire, not even realizing your boyfriend had stopped. He leans over tiredly on his knees, body rising and falling as he catches his exhausted breath. 

He nabs his sweat towel and drapes it around his neck, dewy lips hanging open as he exhales harshly, reaching for his cold water bottle. He takes a large swig, eyes falling to you as he brings the bottle down.

“Oh hey, babe,” Taehyung smiles, his adorable cheeks rising like bread, though the light trails of sweat trickling down the sides of his face make him appear like a full-course meal. 

“What’s up? I thought you had to work on that dissertation.” He asks, jutting his tongue out to swipe his bottom lip. “Is your back hurting again? Do you need me to massage it?” He inquires sweetly before he takes another gulp of water, and it’s extremely hard to not focus on the way the column of his throat downs the liquid. 

You smile at his words, stepping inside the gym and shutting the door behind you. “No, I got lonely, so I went looking for my handsome boyfriend.” 

A pretty grin frames Taehyung’s heart-shaped lips, elbows perched on his knees as he comes down from his previous exertions. “Shit.. I still have a set to do, kitten. I’m gonna be here for a little while.” He informs regretfully, kind eyes following you paddle to the machine beside him. 

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll wait for you.” You wave him off, seating yourself daintily on the equipment, excited eyes scanning him over when you plop down. His impressively larger pecs protrude from his t-shirt, his hair lightly mussed with sweat and the grey sweatpants still doing absolutely nothing to deter your building lust. 

Taehyung looked fucking delectable right now, not that he always hasn’t. It’s just for the majority of the time you knew your boyfriend he was the kind of nuanced, calm man that never paid any attention to working out. He was fairly lean and maintained a taut figure, naturally broad in his own respect but never saw the significance of bodybuilding at all. 

That was, until he earned his new promotion at work that spelled not only copious amounts of hours, but an unreasonable mass of stress. He crowned you his favourite stress reliver, always supporting him in whatever way you could; from a warm home-cooked meal to lazy sex on Sunday mornings. 

But then, came working out. 

Suddenly, Taehyung figured working out was the most effective way of blowing off steam, not to mention his new job made him feel like a “new man”, and so he desired to look like one too. The effect of his gym rat friends Jungkook and Namjoon also influenced him, though you really weren’t going to complain seeing your gorgeous boyfriend beef up in the last few months. 

His biceps were evidently thick and meaty nowadays, chest and back area far more muscular and firmer than you remembered, and it only caused you to become weaker for your boyfriend; a horny, needy mess that craved him at all hours. 

Not to mention how much easier it was for him now to throw you around like a rag doll and fuck you into oblivion. 

“Alright, I won’t be too long, kitten.” He promises, rising from his seat to hook a palm on your arm, kissing your forehead before pecking your lips too. 

You grow all giddy inside, feeling endeared as he gives your arm an assured rub before seating himself on the pec-deck, planting his feet on the ground as his large hands wrap around the handles. 

His chest extends forward again, securing the equipment in his palms before drawing the machine close in front of him, only to let go in a timed manner. He continues working out his chest, pacing his breaths, which all should’ve been innocent in nature, though had you leering in fascination. 

You’ve never actually watched his workout sessions before, though caught glimpses that were enough to light your core on fire. You knew if you actually paid attention one day, you’d be jumping his bones faster than you could complete a sentence. 

And now here you were, watching your gorgeous, owner of a Greek God-like body of a boyfriend repeatedly grunting out as he lifts his weights, and it was the sexiest thing you could’ve ever witnessed. 

The light glow of sweat on him didn’t help at all, not to mention the huffs and puffs and tempting way he bit down on his lip as he continued his reps. His grey sweatpants still weren’t manspread friendly, and you now gained an all-exclusive view as he remained outstretched and in your face, his tip prominently nestled against the fabric of his stupid pants.  

You were growing more desperate by the second, his biceps repeatedly flexing, arms decorated with veins that attractively ran down his skin as he worked out his already broad chest, and now, you were itching for something to relieve the ache in between your legs. 

Writing that tedious dissertation already exacerbated your frustration, stress piling up on your shoulders mountain-high knowing the due date was approaching, and you wanted nothing but to be taken care of by your hot boyfriend. 

You rise from your seat, mind a horny mess as you saunter over in his direction, eyeing his entire sculpted figure.

His gaze finds you standing before him, speaking in between his reps. 

“Baby.. what’s wrong?..” A deep grunt. “Are you bored?” He breathes evenly to maintain the session, so focused on tugging his weights, you gain the opportunity to lean over and wrap your hands around his wrists, drawing the machine back and stopping him. 

“Y/N, what’re you-”

“You know.. you’re really sexy when you work out.” You say boldly, voice seductive. You slide over his taut forearms, feeling his prominent veins underneath his hot, sweaty skin before grappling onto his brawny biceps. 

You squeeze at them, deliberately biting your lip as you eye him. “It’s fucking hard to control myself around you, baby, wonder what these big arms can do to me.” 

Taehyung raises his eyebrows, rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek. “Babe, what are you doing?” 

“Nothing.” You feign innocence, gliding your hands over his chest and down his body, hooking them onto the tempting meat of his thighs as you glance at his lap, then at his coffee eyes. 

“I’m just..” You swing a leg over him, straddling yourself on his muscular leg. “Having a seat.” 

Your lips ghost his pulse point as you rock against him one glorious time, shuddering when your bud meets his thick thigh. 

Taehyung’s still holding the machine open, on the edge of a scoff as he peers down at your needy little figure. “Baby, you know how I feel about you interrupting my sessions.” He lightly chastises, but you instead give him your one innocent, kitten-like look that leaves him a soft mess, draping your arms around his neck with a whine. 

“But I want you, Tae. I need you.” You coo, gently rutting yourself over him and it sends your slick-ridden walls to clench, desperate for more. “Just this one time, baby.” 

“Kitten, we can fool around after my workout. I’m almost done.” He informs with a firmer tone. “C’mon, off my thigh.” He instructs as he lightly pats your ass, anticipating your removal.

But you remain in place, and even dare to grind your hips further down on the meat of his thigh, exhaling tremulously when it pleasures your aching bud. You whine in response to him, drawing yourself closer to his sweaty, perfectly structured face. “But I want you now, Taehyung. I don’t need much, just wanna ride your thigh.”

You see the flash of softness that flickers in Taehyung’s eyes, but you also don’t miss the glint of warning that blankets them thereafter, locking his jaw hard as his deep, husky voice echoes in the room.

“It’s better you listen to me, baby, you know what I do to bad girls who don’t listen.” He cautions with a dangerous timbre, slowly drawing himself to your sensitive ear.

“I make sure they don’t walk the next day.”

Your skin blossoms with goosebumps, feeling electricity crackle through your aroused insides. You know how dangerous Taehyung can be when he’s like this, but there was something about his intimidating aura that made you want him more. 

And so you dared to ignore him, beginning a grinding motion against his quads as you cling to him like a koala, burying your face into his neck. You moan shakily, the sensation in between your legs burning your core pleasurably. 

You hear Taehyung chuckle under his breath, imagining a self-satisfying grin on his face as he removes his sweat towel. “My kitten needs me that badly, huh?” 

You nod into his neck, hands sliding down to grasp his t-shirt against his chest as you increase your speed, chasing the bubbling sensation riding his thigh manifests. The feeling shoots through your insides, so taken by moaning against him you’re surprised when Taehyung’s large palms cup your ass, maneuvering your hips for you. 

“You love my thighs, don’t you, baby? Like using them to get off?” He purrs right by your ear, the baritone of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Taehyung’s muscular arms cage around you as he rocks your hips against his muscle, your breaths growing harder as you writhe and whine. Every delicious shuffle is hitting your clit in all the right ways you can’t help but bunch his shirt in your fists, sighing out in pleasure against his throat as Taehyung dips to press  kisses to your exposed shoulder. 

“Such a dirty girl, always distracting me when she gets all needy, huh? My needy, pretty little kitten?” He speaks huskily, the rumble of his chest, words of liquid lust and your constant rubbing lighting up all your erogenous zones. You can feel your climax building and Taehyung’s lips on your skin only adds to the thrill. 

You lose precision in response, riding more frantically in pursuit of that sweet release you feel in the bottom of your stomach. Moans and groans spill from you ceaselessly while Taehyung senses your desperation, your neediness as you leak your essence through your underwear and thin leggings onto his sweatpants.

“Fuck, my baby’s dripping.” Taehyung’s cock visibly hardens with each heated second that passes, lost in you chasing your own pleasure on him.  

“You’re doing so good, kitten, keep going.” He encourages, palms gripping your ass as your breaths grow harsher, latching onto his flexed triceps and rutting quicker.

“Kitten’s getting close, isn’t she? Gonna come all over my thigh?” Light groans spill from Taehyung’s mouth by your ear, tickling your skin as he gyrates your needy hips faster, rougher against his thigh as he feels your little pussy pulsing over his muscle. 

He can feel the wetness of your slick soaking his pants, blood spiking to his dick feeling your sweet slick drip like honey. “Look at you making a mess, always so fucking dirty, aren’t you?” 

You moan lewdly, Taehyung’s words only adding to your burning arousal as your insides twist tighter, raking for something to push you over the edge. “Taehyung.. Tae.. I’m close, I’m so close.” 

“Fuck, you just love making a mess on me, don’t you? Go on, kitten, tell me.” He asks harshly, grinding you over him so senselessly you’re sighing obscenely into his neck, your entire body simmering with arousal as you grasp his sweaty muscles.

“I-ah!” You can’t speak, the pleasure wrecking your core so good your pussy walls are fluttering, engorged clit aching so hard your eyes shutter closed. 

“Whose thigh are you using to get off, huh?” Taehyung growls against your hair, shoving you flush against him with each rocking motion. “Who’s my kitten so needy for?” 

“You, Taehyung.. fuck. I-I need to come.” You’re losing your sanity the closer you get, so near the precipice your core’s weeping for more, to finally release days worth of tension. 

You’re so in your head you’re moving more desperately than you normally would, unknowledgeable of how each moan is riling Taehyung up beyond comprehension, knowing your reason. 

“My baby’s so stressed these days, isn’t she?” Taehyung gently strokes your back as you ride his quads. “She works so fucking hard, always does so much for me.” His voice is lust-laden though soft in nature, a comforting feeling washing over you as you lightly nod. 

“It’s okay, let me take care of you, kitten.” He coos at you. “I know you’re close. Keep going, baby, keeping using my thigh. Wanna hear my little kitten come.” 

He begins smoothing a warm palm over your lower back, another hand sneaking up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close to him as you rapidly rub your buzzing bud and gushing folds all over him. 

“You’re not wearing anything underneath my sweater, right?” He asks, moving a hand to fiddle with the zipper. 

“No.. I’m not.” 

“Good,” He suddenly unzips the item harshly, exposing your naked front to him. “Now cream my thigh like it’s my cock, kitten.” 

Taehyung darts towards your nipple in a flash, taking a pert bud in his mouth and begins suckling on you tastefully. The tip of his tongue lightly plays with your nipple as you sharply moan, licking your bundle of nerves so good you finally, finally get thrown over the edge with a lewd moan, lurching into him when the coil in your gut snaps. 

You come all over his sweatpants, staining the grey material with your slick as you breathe harshly, your walls fluttering open and close as sweat glows on your fiery skin. Taehyung strokes your back through your climax, whispering sweet praises against the crown of your head. “That’s it, so pretty when you come, baby, so good.” 

Your high slowly dissipates, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as you feel your body vibrate with post-orgasmic bliss. You’re a sticky mess in between your legs, coming up to peer at Taehyung with half-lidded eyes and press your lips to his, Taehyung happily sealing your mouths. 

His fingers lightly massage your scalp as he kisses you sensually, lips leaving smacking noises before he’s prodding your mouth with his tongue, allowing him to enter. 

His tongue slithers in and you heat up again, hands slowly snaking into his hair as you tug the dark locks, knowing the way it leaves Taehyung weak. 

He groans into your mouth, stroking an ass cheek as the kiss gets intoxicating, seeing nothing but stars until Taehyung, disconnects from you, speaking gruffly against your lips. 

“Now,” He suddenly tugs your hips over his crotch, gasping sharply at the oversensitivity. “It’s my turn, kitten.” 

Suddenly, Taehyung latches both hands onto your waist and forces you off him, only to swivel you around and pull your back flush to his front, faltering into his lap. 

You’re seated with a yelp, only left to see your entangled bodies in the gym mirrors as Taehyung wraps his muscular arms around you, chin resting on your shoulder as his lips ghost your neck, eyes peering devilishly into yours through your reflection. 

“You know you’re a bad kitten, right?” The deep rumble of his voice leaves you shivering, Taehyung’s hand slowly gliding down your body inch by hot inch. “You interrupted my work out session when I asked you to wait, disobeyed me when I warned you what would happen.” He repeats your actions to you, fingers passing over your stomach and he’s at your abdomen, chewing your lip in anticipation.

“Tae.. I just-” 

“Did you think I’d just let you go?” His tone’s scarily low, and he’s right above your slit, the thrill too much to speak properly. “I-I just wanted you, Tae.” 

He laughs dryly, tucking your hair behind your ear to draw himself towards the shell, skimming you with his soft lips. 

“Doesn’t mean you disobey me, kitten.” 

Taehyung then suddenly slips inside your leggings and surpasses the band of your underwear, sliding down until he finally meets your folds and cups your gushing sex in his palm, hissing pleasurably at the sensation.

“My baby’s so wet and warm.” He begins rubbing against your sensitive nether lips, gathering your slick all over his calloused hands. 

“Wonder what this pretty pussy will look like after I’m done playing with it.” Taehyung starts ministrations on your bare, weeping cunt, sliding his fingers through your folds as you shudder in his arms. 

“T-Tae.. what if someone.. someone sees us?” You can’t speak coherently, not with the lethal pairing of his husky voice and gorgeous hands, all while seated in his lap as if he’s your throne. 

Taehyung hooks onto your waistband and shoves your leggings and panties down, tugging them over your ass and exposing your palpitating pussy to the chilling air, feeling Taehyung’s growing bulge underneath burrow into your folds. 

Taehyung spreads you wide open when he gets the items off, legs perched on his knees as he bares your core right in front of the mirror. You sigh automatically, cheeks tinted with a deep shade of peach as you see yourself in his arms, whining when Taehyung’s fingers begin rubbing your pussy like its a game he mastered ages ago. 

He breathes a chuckle through his nose, entertained. 

“Look at your little cunt, so pink and pretty for me.” He takes your earlobe between his lips, licking at the plushy flesh as he draws figure eights all over you with your essence, eyeing your panting figure in the mirror. “God, just wanna eat this sweet little pussy up.” 

“Taehyung..” You sigh, his fingers working like magic. “S-someone will see us.” You warn him breathily, but Taehyung only enhances his movements, rubbing circles on your aching clit. 

“Then they’ll see how good I make you feel.” 

Your body goes into overdrive when he pries you open wider, stroking your thigh as you decorate him, feeling dainty and small caged in by his large, wide frame. 

“Think you can get away with disobeying me, kitten?” He asks with a teasing lilt, relishing in your fucked out reflection in the mirror as you writhe in pleasure. 

“Look at you, such a needy little mess for me.” He purrs, securing a hand on your hip as he kisses your neck, the other toying with your little bundle of nerves. He growls against your hot skin, fingers grasping you hard. 

“Tug my sweatpants and boxers down.” He instructs, but you’re so hinged on his long, thick fingers working wonders you miss what he says. Your eyes are fluttering shut until Taehyung unexpectedly brings a hand down on your pussy and slaps it. 

You gasp in shock, twitching as the pain sends sparks through your cunt. “Tae!” 

“Obey me, kitten.”

The authority in his cadence echoes in the room, and you comply knowing what’ll occur if you don’t. You reach behind you and tug his bottoms down, Taehyung lifting himself up to assist you. They pool at his thighs, Taehyung bringing your bare pussy to the tip of his hardened length standing tall and proud, pre-cum glistening under the room’s lighting. 

Your hips remain elevated until he guides you down, feeling the head of his member prod your pulsing hole and you shudder, his sinful ministrations on your clit euphoric. He swipes his fingers deeply in your fleshy folds and collects your slick, abandoning your pussy to pop his stained fingers into his mouth, licking up your essence as he hums. 

“Mmm, my kitten always tastes so good.” He praises, soothing your tummy as he brings those same two fingers before your mouth, eyes staring into your very soul through the mirror. “Suck them.” 

You listen, wrapping your mouth around Taehyung’s rough fingers and suckling on them, tasting remnants of your cum as your round, innocent eyes watch Taehyung smirk smugly. “Don’t you taste so good, baby?” 

You nod with his digits in your mouth, sucking a little harder and Taehyung hisses pleasurably. He removes them, bringing both his veiny, masculine hands before you and tugging off the sweatband on his wrist, hitching your breath.

“Hands.” He orders, and you’re sputtering like an idiot. “I.. Tae, you don’t-”

“Hands.” He repeats, gulping down at the dangerous timbre in his tone and offering your hands shyly. Your naked boobs squish together as Taehyung takes the wristband and secures it tightly around both your small ones, restraining you. 

He smooths over your forearms when he speaks domineeringly. “This is what happens when you disobey me, kitten.” Taehyung proclaims as he wraps both palms around your pretty hips, nestling your dripping folds against his leaking, angry tip again. 

You sigh out immediately, hands already straining at the wristband. He draws towards your ear, tone so dangerous he leaves goosebumps in his sensual wake. “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl and ride my cock.” 

Shivers tumble down your body, walls already pulsing feeling just his enourmous tip. You know how deep he’ll penetrate you if you sink down right now, slight humiliation tinging you being like this, lips quivering. “Tae..” 

“Don’t be shy, baby.” Taehyung rubs both your hips, kissing underneath your ear. “It’s only me.” He says as you settle down, Taehyung etching comfort into you, instead sighing out at the sensation of his thick cock gliding against you. 

“Beg me for it, baby.” He commands, gyrating you over him as he sighs. “Beg for my cock, how much do you need me, kitten? Tell me.” 

“Fuck.. I need you so bad, Tae, so bad.” You whimper out, feeling his tip gliding against your core so teasingly you’re twitching. “I need you right now.”

“That’s not enough, more.” 

You choke out a moan, his rubbing so torturous you’re losing your sanity. “Taehyung, baby. I-I can’t.. please, please let me have your cock. Wanna feel you drag inside me, fill me up so good, wanna come all over your big cock.” 

He hums satisfyingly, smoothing over a hip affectionately as he plants a rewarding kiss to your shoulder. 

“Good girl, now go down, baby.” He encourages, soothing your skin. “Lemme feel you bounce on my cock, fuck yourself on me like the needy little kitten you are.”

His words permeate you lustfully, meeting his onyx eyes through the mirror and you comply under his entrancing control. You bite your lip, bare breasts spilling out of Taehyung’s sweater as you lift your ass up. 

You reach for his throbbing cock in between your spread legs, wrapping your tied hand around his shaft and positioning him with your weeping hole. You stroke him generously, watching yourself lewdly do so and growing hornier by the second.  

“Go on, kitten, fit my cock into that tiny little pussy.” He encourages, sighing out at his words as you sink down and feel him compromise your hole. You moan shakily, feeling him intrude your plushy walls, Taehyung stuffing his face into your neck feeling your wet warmth hug around him in all the right ways. 

“Fuck, so wet and tight, my baby’s always so tight for me, shit.” He grunts, boring his fingers into your hips when you swivel them experimentally. The drag of his large cock inside is already delicious, purposefully clenching your walls just to taste his massive size. 

You continue soaking in his sizeable member until you bottom him out, moaning out together. He’s nestled so deep you can feel him nudging your stomach, Taehyung groaning out in gratification. 

“Mmm, look at the way you take me. You were just waiting for me to fuck you, weren’t you?” You groan out sharply when Taehyung lightly buck his hips into yours, practically kissing your cervix as you speak out in a sexed over haze. 

“Fuck, Taehyung, feel so full, you’re always so big, baby.” 

He smiles contently, kissing the nape of your neck as you lift yourself up slowly, making sure you savour the burning drag of him inside before dropping back down, listening to your hips smack against his as he groans. 

“That’s it, baby, keep going.” Taehyung purrs, smoothing your hips as you lift yourself until his delicious tip, only to slip down on him, hands bracing against your makeshift bondage. 

Your legs are still pried open on Taehyung’s muscular ones, baring your naked pussy to the mirrors Taehyung eyes pleasurably. He sighs satisfyingly as you begin a light bouncing motion on his throbbing, thick cock, relishing in the heavenly spots he hits inside you. 

Taehyung hisses pleasurably at the sight, quickly grabbing his sweater on you and entirely yanking open the item to see more, exclusively viewing the way your breasts jerk each time you maneuver up and down. He’s whipped for the sight of your cunt all stretched out around him, eagerly reverse cowgirling him as leans back on his palms, enjoying every last bit of this. 

“Shit, this is so fucking hot, look at your pretty pussy taking me.” He moans out in pleasure, strong brows quirked with a shit-eating grin. “Taking me so fucking well, babe.”

“Fuck, Taehyung, you feel so good, so fucking good.” You moan, certain if anyone else were near the room right now they could hear your moaning mix with Taehyung’s deep sounds. 

You set a faster pace, the largeness of his cock so thick you find pleasure in every vein dragging across your fleshy walls, leaning yourself forward to gain a harsher, faster momentum, fucking yourself onto his dick desirously as your skin slaps his. 

The angle change serves attention to your aching bud, rubbing relentlessly against the material of his sweatpants and you shudder immediately. You gasp sharply when Taehyung suddenly slithers both his large palms up your body and cups your breasts, fondling them in his hands as he plays with your nipples. 

You continue gyrating your hips, grinding and bouncing all over him. It’s all hitting your head hard, losing yourself in his elongated thickness, his girth that stretches you open so good you’re whining for more. 

“Oh, fuck yes, kitten, just like that.” Taehyung emboldens you as he palms your breasts. “C’mon, baby, work out for me, fuck yourself deeper.” 

Taehyung then begins thrusting himself up into you as he savours the wet warmth of your sweet pussy. He holds you securely in place as groans deeply, his preliminary strokes melting into strong, hard thrusts. 

You reciprocate and fuck him back deep, forcing yourself down in tandem with him until he’s burrowing a home in you, his shaft brushing your g-spot so good butterflies bunch up in the pit of your stomach, veins coursing with adrenaline so hot it’s easy to burn. 

Your head dips in exhaustion, breathing out tired moans as your restricted hands leave your legs carrying all the burden. Your eyes are fluttering shut until you feel Taehyung secure a hand underneath your jaw, squeezing your throat and forcing you to look at yourselves in the mirror. 

“No, you need to see how needy you are for my cock. How good I fuck my little kitten.” He speaks roughly, grunting as he propels into you from underneath and enjoys how breathy you get, taking his constant fucking like a champ. 

“Tae.. I-fuck!” You swear when he thrusts particularly deep, hammering into your already battered pussy as your walls ache, clench as they rake for another orgasm. 

“You love my dick, don’t you? So hungry for my cock? Want me to fuck up your insides? Rearrange your guts?” He growls in a fucked out haze, beginning to suck on your neck as Taehyung unhinges himself, pounds into you from underneath until he’s hitting all your insides. 

You’re so hot and bothered words spill from your mouth, face flushed as your near tears. “Y-yes.. daddy, please.” 

Taehyung immediately comes to a full stop, your lungs losing air at the sudden calmness. You peer at him with confusion in the mirror, seeing his eyes wide in surprise. He’s breathing near erratically, about to ask him what’s going on until a dark storm paints Taehyung’s eyes, the shade so dangerous you’re quick to panic.

“Tae-” You don’t even earn the chance to speak before Taehyung grabs a handful of your thigh, passing your leg across his sturdy shoulders as he whirls you around, suddenly face to face with him. 

Your round eyes meet his demonic gaze, Taehyung suddenly rising to his feet with you still speared on his cock and harshly shoves you up against the gym’s mirrors in a flash. 

You yelp, your body pressed up against the cold glass as Taehyung eyes you with such a devilish glint you turn completely docile. He’s entirely lost control now, the hidden demon in him coming out in full as his hot breath fans your exposed skin. 

“Do you know what the fuck you just did?” He rasps gruffly, a harsh edge to his tone. 

“I-” You’re cut off by Taehyung suddenly bringing his throbbing length to your weeping folds, pushing himself right into you. 

He slides in deliciously with a groan, and you exclaim when he entirely impales you on his cock to your cervix. Taehyung doesn’t give a single fuck about pace anymore, and hits you fast and hard and rough from the get-go, fucking you with so much vigor your moans erode into near screams. 

“Tae-!” 

“You think you can just fucking call me daddy and get away with it, huh?” He questions harshly, pounding into you so roughly your hands slip out of his wristband to grip his biceps, digging into them with a cry. “Think I won’t wreck your shit? Pound your pussy until you’re screaming and crying?” 

“Tae! I didn’t mean-” 

“No, you know exactly what you did.” He admonishes with a particular deep thrust into your pathetic cunt. “How many fucking times did I tell you if you call me daddy you’re not walking for weeks?” 

He’s a true demon now, entirely lost his sanity as you forgot Taehyung’s extreme weakness was his daddy kink, and if you ever uttered the word his hellish fucking surfaces and you’re losing your walking capabilities for good. 

“First, you distract me, then, you disobey me.” He continues in a lust-filled tandem. “Now you wanna call me daddy?” He actually laughs here, hips unforgivingly giving it to you like it’s nobody’s business. 

“God, I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” And that’s the only warning you get before Taehyung absolutely, and quite literally begins to ruin your insides. He jackhammers into you so hard you’re sure the entire building can hear you, scratching up his biceps so sharply you know you’ll leave red trails all over him. 

But the marks only, and have always turned Taehyung on even more, spearing you on his monstrous cock so deep and hard you need to bite down on his shoulder, squealing against him as you take every powerful thrust. 

“Taehyung!” You manage to whimper, voice heightening in pitch as your arms lose their grasp. 

But Taehyung only increases his onslaught, taking a punishing hand and wrapping it over your mouth as he silences you with burning eyes. “Watch your fucking mouth.” 

His tone is so intimidating your eyes go round, nodding with his hand cast over you while his other clasps your leg open, Taehyung relentlessly railing you up against the mirror. 

“Good girl,” He coos, kissing the tip of your nose. “My kitten’s a good girl, right?” He speaks to you more gently, though it completely contrasts his fast-acting hips. Thrusting hard and deep inside you it’s easy to feel tears well up in your eyes, your exclaims and moans muffled by his hand. 

You hook onto his wrist that’s over your mouth, only left to look into his obsidian eyes that gleam with dark lust, though hold a sense of adoration. 

“You’re so pretty when you take my cock, you know that?” He purrs, the hand holding your thigh open soothing your skin with his thumb. “You’re so good for me, always take me so well, so fucking gorgeous.” 

His sweet words are a paradox compared to his propelling thrusts, pushing your small frame against the mirror until the heat of your bodies fog up the glass, Taehyung sweating profusely with the leftover stamina from his work out as he loses control. 

His proximity allows your clit to rub against his firm abdomen, moaning sharply into Taehyung’s hand as tears prick your eyes, your stomach coiling so tightly you’re just right there, wanting to desperately speak. 

Your grip his wrist hard, signaling to him you need something as you glance down at your skin slapping against each other.

He lightly removes his hand. “What is it, baby?” 

“C-come inside.. me, Tae.. please.” You manage to get out in between his filling pumps, feeling so stuffed he’s in your throat. 

His eyes gloss over with layers of amour and admiration alike, his breathing erratic as he jackhammers everything he has into you. 

“Fucking hell, I’m so in love with you.” He moans before crashing his mouth onto yours, sealing your lips together so desirously he swallows every obscene sound, noise and exclamation you produce. 

Your tongue slithers into his and he sucks on you greedily, never letting up his rough penetration as he returns to supporting you with both hands, kissing you languidly and sloppily. 

You gain a moment to speak in between his quick, hard thrusts, his kisses deep and affectionate. “I love you, Tae. Keep.. keep fucking me, don’t stop.” 

“I won’t, I’ll never stop.” He grunts, somehow increasing his speed and strength. “Fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days, never forget the way I make this pussy mine.” 

“Taehyung.. Tae..” You whimper, nearly reaching your limit. “Come back to me, kiss me.” 

Taehyung returns in a second, securing you in his hold even tighter as his fingers bore into the meat of your thighs, certain he’s leaving purple marks. He’s carrying you so lewdly open you can feel your groins aching, burning through every hard pump he fucks into your gut, but his tender kisses soothe you, comfort you. 

Your essence is coating his cock generously, Taehyung penetrating you so ferally you anchor onto him, light tears escaping you at how fucked up your insides are, but if Taehyung’s the one doing it, it’s never felt so right. 

His cock is twitching inside you, pussy equally pulsating around him and you both know it’s near, rutting against each other so desperately and animalistically the gym resounds with your slapping skin and near pornographic noises. 

Your bodies sweat hard and remain heated, making out with deep groans as he spears you on his cock so powerfully until finally, finally, something snaps so violently inside you your mind explodes into fireworks. 

Your body convulses, blacks out, feeling a wet sensation spill from you as you lightly squirt all over his cock. 

“Oh, oh fuck, baby, shit. You’re squirting, holy shit. That’s so hot, that’s way too fucking hot.” And suddenly the vice-like grip you trap Taehyung’s bulging cock in has him shooting strips of cum inside you, decorating your velvet walls. 

He stuffs you to the very brim, giving every last drop of all he possesses as he softly fucks you through your climaxes, his strokes nestling his cum deeper inside you. His face finds your neck, chest rising and falling exhaustively as you hug him to you, your body so limp Taehyung is your only form of strength. 

Taehyung senselessly kisses your throat, canvassing up until he’s underneath your jaw and finds your lips, sealing your mouths for a lazy kiss. He gives you sweet pecks before leaning his forehead against yours, your chests heaving together. 

“That was.. so hot..” He breathes. “Think you can walk.. kitten?” 

“Are you.. fucking kidding me? You’re carrying me home.. you demon.” You breathe harshly, massaging your fingers into his scalp. 

“Your demon, though.” He smirks, deliberately licking his lips in a way that has you too tired to even challenge him. 

You softly chuckle instead, leaning your temple against his shoulder in your post-orgasm bliss. “Guess I’ll never.. interrupt your workout sessions ever again.” 

“Actually..” Taehyung draws out, soothing your back as you lay against him, cock still throbbing inside your beat up walls. “Interrupt me more often, that was the hottest fucking sex we’ve ever had.”

You scoffed dryly. “If you think this was hot, clearly you haven’t thought about shower sex..” You breathe, body rising and falling. “We’re all sweaty.” 

“Did my girl just say shower sex?” You see Taehyung’s eyes gleam with mischief, that one smug, suggestive smirk on his lips and you’re quick to widen your eyes. 

“Oh no, no no no no-” 

“Did I ever tell you how much I love you?” 

“Taehyung, put me down, now.” 

“Did I hear something? Awh, you love me too?” 

“Taehyung, I’ll throttle you this instant. Don’t you dare-” 

He interrupts you with an indulgent kiss, moaning obnoxiously loud against your mouth as he walks you towards the gym showers. “Make weeks into months, babe, like I said, I’ll never stop.” 

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[aalissy]

Cheer Up

I think that this is the first time I’ve ever written the reverse crush trope for Ladrien haha. It was a lottt of fun!! I liked giving them the Marichat dynamic haha. I hope we see a Ladrien dynamic in the show if/when the love square flips :D.

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“Oh, cheer up, Buttercup,” Ladybug giggled, shaking her head as her pigtails whipped around her. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. You’re adorkable and I’m sure the girl you’re in love with feels the same.”

“Easy for you to say,” Adrien groaned, flopping down onto his couch. He buried his face in the cushions as he recalled Marinette’s reaction to his recent flirting attempt. No matter what he did, she simply always chuckled at him, flicking him on the nose before reminding him to pay attention to class. 

Today was no different. At least he always got to hear her beautiful laughter before he made a fool of himself once again. With another muffled scream into the couch cushion, Adrien thumped his face against the plush, white fabric. 

Ladybug chuckled again and he heard her sit down on the couch with him. Her fingers ran up and down his back comfortingly before she murmured, “You alright there, sunshine? I couldn’t hear you.”

Adrien lifted his head up, glaring at the wall in front of him. “Oh, don’t mind me. I’m simply lamenting about the fact that the most amazing girl is never gonna give me a chance.” 

He banged his head back into the couch cushion. Marinette’s sapphire blue eyes twinkled back at him teasingly and he clenched his eyes shut tighter in an attempt to force them away. 

Why oh why did he have to see how beautiful she was that day in the rain? His hand had tingled the second their fingers brushed when he gave her his umbrella. It was then that he knew that they were meant to be. The umbrella closing around her had only further cemented this fact in his mind. Marinette was absolutely wonderful.

“Well, at least your crush knows that you’re flirting with her.” Adrien heard Ladybug cross her arms, flopping her head back on the couch. “I’m lucky if I can even get a sentence out around mine. Which is seriously an issue most of the time.” 

He frowned, a weird uncomfortable feeling forming in his chest. Ladybug had a crush? Why didn’t he know about this? He was both her best friend as Adrien and her partner as Chat Noir. Surely he should have been the first to know.

Popping his head back up, he turned to look at her. His frown got even deeper at the dreamy look on her face. The uncomfortable feeling in his stomach persisted. But that only made sense. He needed to know who this person was in order to protect his best friend, after all. Right?

Clearing his throat, Adrien asked, “You have a crush?”

Ladybug’s cheeks turned a bright, hot red as she ducked her head down. A smile stretched across her face and she bit her lip to contain it. “Maybe.”

Quickly, he scooted closer, wiggling his eyebrows at her. Practically leaning on her as he nudged her side, Adrien asked, “And who are they? Do I know them? Need me to beat anyone up.”

“Not gonna happen. I don’t think so. And no.” Ladybug shot him an incredulous look at that last one. “You’re not going to beat up the guy I’m in love with. Besides, what makes you think you’d win?”

“Well, I am pretty strong.” He beamed up at her, flexing his muscles in a show of his strength. One cataclysm to the chest and any guy would regret not realizing that Ladybug loved him.

“You’re such a dork.” She giggled, shoving him lightly as she rolled her eyes. “Why do I come here again?”

Adrien grinned, leaning his chin back on her shoulder. “Because I’m your dork,” he teased cheerfully. 

Ladybug simply scoffed, shaking her head once more. A happy hum left him at the fact that she didn’t deny it. He would always be her dork. Both in and out of the costume. Though he did find it rather disappointing that she couldn’t talk to Chat as easily as she could with Adrien. It was probably because she was too busy focused on taking down Hawkmoth, however. 

Nudging her side again, Adrien practically whined, “Come on. You can’t just give me a name. How am I supposed to know if he’s good for you or not?”

She turned her head to him, giving him a blank look as she raised an eyebrow. “The day you tell me the name of this girl you’re crushing on is the day that I tell you the name of the guy I’m crushing on.”

Instantly, he clammed up, leaning back away from her. That wasn’t going to happen. He knew for a fact that Ladybug knew Marinette. After all, she had made him look after her as Chat Noir that time Evillustrator attacked. Plus, Ladybug knew her well enough to give her the mouse miraculous.

“Exactly.” She smirked triumphantly, lifting her head up. 

“Why did I let you inside my room again?” Adrien pouted with a huff.

“Because,” Ladybug said, leaning towards him with a giggle. “I’m your dork, too.” 

She flicked his nose with a loud laugh before pulling back. He twitched his nose, blinking at her in surprise. An odd feeling of familiarity was building up inside of him. That was really reminiscent of a certain other girl. A very different yet very same girl. 

With a furrow on his brow, Adrien felt like he was on the verge of discovering something vitally important when Ladybug broke through the silence. She stood up, stretching, before leaning down and picking up two controllers. She tossed one to him before throwing herself back down on the couch.

“Are you done wallowing so I can kick your butt in Ultimate Mecha Strike III now?” Ladybug asked, nudging her foot against his as she smirked over at him.

He narrowed his eyes at her as the feeling of familiarity faded as competitiveness washed over him. “Not this time, Ladybug! I’ve been practicing! This time I’m going to win.”

“Sure you will.” She chuckled with amusement before hitting start.

Adrien shot one last, sidelong glance at her before resuming his entire focus on the battle. This time he really was going to win!