#they WILL be having hot angry sex abt it or something

[feddy-34]

I need your thoughts on Joe’Marr’s fight

ahahaha no you dont

no but what??? was ja'marr thinking?????? if you look at the hit:

(excuse the quality i stole this from youtube)

no facemask but what ja'marr really wants is the hip drop call and you can see him already getting pissed right when he pops up

a hip drop tackle has two criteria: 1. the defender grabs the runner with both hands/arms 2. swivels or drops his lower body to weigh down the runner, landing on AND trapping the runner's legs at/below the knee

(you didn't see that press play nuh uh)

now mcduffie does use his weight to bring down ja'marr (which is how pretty much every tackle ever works btw) and he does land over ja'marr's legs but he doesn't trap them or bring his weight down onto the legs. he never even hits the ground. so it aint a hip drop tackle.

so ja'marr goes and yaps at the official for a bit which whatever happens all the time because you're allowed to have your say and joe drags him away BUT! then ja'marr goes back again!! and keeps yapping!!! so he gets the unsportsmanlike which pushed them from about 3rd and 7 to 3rd and 22 which they dont convert of course.

not only was it a completely unnecessary penalty to receive cuz for once the ref actually made the correct call, but ja'marr's still going at joey even when they're trying to huddle for the 3rd down. and even when he gets switched off he's throwing his helmet at the bench and acting pissed with the coaches. there's a lot of immaturity shown there. im pissed as hell when deebo pulls stuff like this and i know bengals fans feel the same way. shit wack.

[fawnhunter]

cregan stark aka mr attitude adjustment.

sometimes cregan needs to check himself, and make sure ur good too

this is part of a series which at the moment also includes benjicot blackwood. if there's anyone you'd like to see done next please let me know! general NSFW content warning, talk of impregnation.

lalala cregan stark lalala tom taylor...can i just preface this by saying he causes the ultimate brain rot. i look at him and my brain just goes " big man in pelts and amour big man in pelts and-" anyway!

to me cregan stark is the physical embodiment of non sexual dominance. i mean we all know how well the men of the north treat their women, like they are queens even if they wear the crown or not. and being with the lord of winterfell himself only makes things better. He walks into a room and he demands control and attention, and when people see you his pretty little wife hanging off his arm it only makes him feel that much more powerful.

back to the n.s.d thing, lets just says he's a natural "father" figure. i can see him falling for someone who needs some... light correcting... are u following me. finding love with someone who may be a bit mouthy. who isn't afraid to look him in the face and disagree with him, to offer a different opinion from the other daft cunts int he room. someone who will watch him train, who will watch him knock new coming knights onto the ground without flinching away.

i just think he would find excitement in someone with a little fight in them. someone he can back into a corner with his body mass alone, looking down his nose at you no matter how much to try to stand tall in front of him. staring you down into submission until you don't have a peep left in you, giving him the talking space to tell you how exactly things are going to go from here on out. [nsfw]

its hard to imagine actual angry sex with cregan, a man made of honor like that would never try and apologize with his cock before he does so with his words. however, i can imagine jealous, possessive, and passionate sex with cregan after his honor towards you has been tested. maybe someone eludes to you having an hard time producing heirs, suggesting someone else. or maybe they have the audacity to marry you off or send you away for some sort of gain for winterfell. all of a sudden there's knocking on ur chamber doors, and ur being pushed into ur room instead of opening the door properly.

from there the evening existed entirely of hot and heavy breathing accompanied by his harsh grip moving along ur skin. he touches you with purpose, like he's trying to leave some sort of trace of him on ur skin. teeth biting into ur neck, the feeling similar to that of a wolfs fangs leaving bruises on ur skin after a harsh nip. if it was up to him he would've torn ur shift away from ur body and throw it into the fire, leaving you bare before his eyes for the rest of time. his war torn hands run up along whatever parts of you he can reach. his touches are desperate in the way he pushes you into the chaise, in way too much of a hurry to move both of you to the bed it seems. fingers prepping ur sweet cunt while muttering words of owners ship and adoration into ur neck. his hair tickles ur skin as you begin to claw at the part of him you can. its clumsy and desperate, the kind of intercourse where you know there's something he's trying to get off his chest but he just doesn't have the words to say it. its when he finally sheathes himself inside of you that he tells you all about the lords who dared to speak of you to his face. heavy girth pumping in and out of you while his voice gets louder and louder, crying out ur name over the sounds of lilted moans. making sure all the lords and ladies down the hall know that you won't be going anywhere. especially away from him.

this is my first work for cregan i love him so much that wolf of a man. my ask box is always open tbh i love to yap especially abt hotd

[candycandy00]

someone said filthy and raunchy reqs for ume???? say no more !! what abt both of you eating at pothros and this random guy gives you his number, now ume isn’t used to this as everyone knows you’re bofurin’s leader gf, and at first he’s confused so he doesn’t react jealous, so that somehow makes you feel uneasy, like, why isn’t he getting jealous??

anddd when you both get home, he pushes you against the wall and absolutely PROVES how jealous he is and how disrespected he feels that you think he didn’t care enough 👀 so he shows you he does care ANSBDNFNS i’m such a sucker for him.

thank you so much in advance, if you do this req!!! 🤍✨ if not, thanks either way jsjs!

Lose Your Composure - An Umemiya x Reader Fanfic

Smut. 18+. Rough sex. Fem Reader. Ume is in his 20’s here! Divider by @benkeibear. Any and all feedback is adored!

You blink up at the man holding out a napkin to you, a series of digits scrawled on the paper. Making no move to take it, you glance over at your boyfriend for his reaction. 

Umemiya is looking at the man with the same confused expression you’re wearing. 

You laugh nervously. “Uh, I’m flattered, but I have a boyfriend,” you say, gesturing toward the very tall and recognizable man sitting beside you at the table. 

Honestly, what is this guy thinking? He’s been staring at you from the counter ever since he walked in. Does he not know who Umemiya is? And even if he somehow doesn’t, how brazen do you have to be to give your number to a woman while she’s sitting with another man?

He’s still holding it out to you. “Take it anyway,” he says with a smarmy grin. “You might get tired of this guy sooner than you think.”

You narrow your eyes. You were trying to be polite at first, but this guy is pushing it! “I’m not interested,” you say with a firm tone. 

The stranger shrugs and finally pulls his hand back, shoving the crumpled napkin into his pocket and walking out of Pothos. 

You sigh and look over at Ume, curious to see his reaction, but he’s already gone back to eating his food, a pleasant smile on his face. 

Damn. You were sort of hoping for something else. 

You’ve never seen Ume jealous before. Maybe it’s because he’s used to seeing you surrounded by other guys, and those guys are his friends who would never dream of being inappropriate with you. To be honest, you’d like to see him get a little possessive, just once. You love that he trusts you and respects you, and you love how sweet he is, but is it wrong to want to see your boyfriend a little jealous? A little riled up? 

Just the thought has you getting heated. You’ve never seen Ume in a fight before, though you know he’s strong. He’s made sure to never expose you to violence, and you appreciate his efforts. But it also means you’ve never seen him being serious or angry. You’ve been together for months now, and you’ve only managed to catch brief glimpses of his firm, dominant side. It peeks out every so often in the bedroom, so quick you almost miss it, and always followed by an apologetic look from him. 

Once it was his hand on your head while you were sucking him off, pressing your head down just before cumming in your mouth. Another time it was him gripping your wrists above your head while you laid on your back, his body above yours. He’d seemed to feel guilty about those instances, but you found them extremely hot. 

Now, you were expecting him to have some sort of reaction to a random guy hitting on you right in front of him, but he didn’t. He didn’t even seem to care.  

You finish your meal in silence, occasionally nodding along as your boyfriend talks about his garden or the crazy antics his friends got into today. You’re not mad, but you are a bit disappointed, and you’re afraid that will be obvious if you speak too much. 

After leaving Pothos, Ume walks you back to your apartment. He practically lives here too, but he hasn’t mentioned staying over tonight. Usually he just does as he pleases, so it’s not like he needs an invitation. Still, he seems a little awkward as the two of you ride the elevator up to your floor. Has he noticed the shift in your mood? 

“Is everything alright?” he asks as you step out of the elevator. 

“It’s fine,” you say as you make your way down the hall, digging your key out of your bag. The response came out a bit sharper than you’d intended. 

“Are you upset?” 

The question makes you feel a surge of guilt. Ume has done nothing wrong. But you still feel the way you feel. You should at least explain that. 

You stop in front of your door, unlocking and opening it. You can’t bring yourself to look at him as you say, “I’m not upset. I just expected you to have a bigger reaction to that guy trying to give me his number. It almost feels like you don’t care if other guys hit on me.”

Walking inside and dropping your bag and keys on a nearby table, you still don’t look at him. You hear Ume follow you in and shut the door behind him. When you flick on the light and finally turn to face him, your blood turns to ice. 

Your sweet, adoring boyfriend who is always smiling at you, who always looks at you with the kindest expressions, now looks like an entirely different person. His smile is nowhere to be found, his lips a hard line. There’s a fiery intensity to his eyes that almost scares you, a look in them that you’re certain has made many men quiver in fear. Before you is not your doting lover. It’s the Bofurin boss that has crushed every enemy who dared to challenge him. 

It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. 

“Ume?”

He doesn’t say anything, only moves toward you at a speed you didn’t think possible and presses your back against the wall. Not hard, but firm. 

You look up as he towers over you, his big hands on the wall beside your head. Looking down at you, a few strands of hair slide down around his eyes, and you feel like a helpless little bug. 

“H-Hajime?” You don’t call him by that name often, so used to calling him Ume even before you started dating. His eyes seem to glimmer when he hears it. 

“Do you have any idea how hard I’ve been holding back?” he asks, his voice uncharacteristically low. “How much I wanted to break that asshole’s neck for even looking at you? How I wanted to take you right there on the table so the whole town knows I’m the only one who can touch you?”

Your heart is racing, your breaths coming quicker as you stare up at him. You’re already getting wet. 

“And you think I don’t care?” His voice goes even deeper as he leans in, his beautiful face tantalizingly close to yours. “I’ll show you how much I care.”

He kisses you, not in the usual sweet and gentle way, but with his mouth claiming yours, stealing your breath, his tongue pushing in to taste you. 

Your arms automatically move to encircle his neck as you kiss him back, suddenly feeling like all these clothes you’re both wearing are in the way. He fixes that quickly, shrugging off his coat and letting it fall to the ground, then tearing your clothes off so aggressively, he rips your pretty new underwear. 

This is a side you’ve never seen of him. And when he pulls his white T-shirt over his head and looks at you with that burning expression, his hair slightly disheveled, you nearly buckle right there. 

You stand on your tiptoes, leaning up to kiss him again, but he suddenly grabs your shoulders and turns you around to face away from him. You hear him unbuckle his belt, then he’s pressing your upper half against the wall, slightly bending you over, and forcefully spreading your legs. 

His fingers slide down, dipping between your slick folds, feeling how absolutely drenched you are. When he finds your clit, circling and rubbing it with one finger, you moan against the wall. 

He leans over you, his bare, toned chest pressing into your naked back, and says, “That fucker at Pothos put me in a bad mood. You’re gonna have to fix that.”

A shiver runs down your spine. Ume rarely ever uses coarse language, at least in front of you. To hear him saying such things right in your ear as he plays with your throbbing clit is driving you mad. 

“Now spread wider and take my cock,” he says, nearly pushing you over the edge.  

You scoot your feet a little wider apart, as much as you can with your legs trembling, and then his hands are on your hips, grip firm, holding you in place. You gasp as you feel his entire length shove inside you, filling you up to the brim, stretching you to your limit. 

Before you can even adjust to his massive cock, his hands lift your lower half up, so that your legs are dangling above the floor, your upper half wedged against the wall. And just like that, he takes you. His thrusts are deep, powerful, making your helpless body jerk with each one. 

You whimper out his name as your hands press into the wall, trying to take pressure off your face. You were already on the edge of climax before he even started fucking you, now you’re about to explode with pleasure as your kind boyfriend rails you. 

Is this even Ume? The difference in his very aura makes you shudder with delight. How did he figure out this is what you’ve been craving? 

He slams in deep, hitting a sensitive spot that makes you crumble. Your orgasm ripples through you, bringing tears to your eyes as you moan incoherently. Your hands lose all strength and slip from the wall. You think you’re going to fall, but then Ume’s strong arms wrap around your torso, holding you up. The embrace is gentle, even as he continues pounding you with his cock, and you can feel his overwhelming love radiating through his arms, through his heartbeat against your back. 

Then, he stiffens inside you, pushing in so deep it feels like he’s inside your womb before shooting his thick, hot cum into your core. He stays buried that way, still holding you close, until he’s completely empty. Then he gently pulls out and sits you back on your feet. 

Your legs feel like they’re made of spaghetti as you struggle to turn around and look at him. He’s panting, his face red, his hair wet with sweat. And he’s wearing that cute apologetic expression. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, his voice sounding almost sheepish. 

You feel like laughing, but you don’t have the energy. Instead you collapse against his chest. “Ume, you just made me cum harder than I ever have in my life.”

His hands are rubbing your back. “So… you liked that? Me being more forceful?” 

You look up at him. “Yes, but not all the time. I don’t think I could handle that every night!”

He bends down slightly and scoops you up in his arms. “I just wanted to show you how I felt. When that guy offered you his number, I saw red. But I try to keep my composure in front of you. I don’t wanna scare you away.”

You lean up to kiss his cheek. “Every now and then it’s exciting to see you lose your composure,” you say as he carries you toward the bathroom. 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he says with his sweet smile. 

[buckyalpine]

An idea!

Maybe an FWB situation with BestestFriend!BuckyxAvenger!Reader they do it mostly for Bucky after a long, gruesome, taxing mission. Bucky made it clear that no feelings must be involved. He also made it clear that he’s not into her as he is still very much inlove and hung up with his ex. Basically this FWB situation mostly benefits Bucky, even Nat thinks it’s not really a FWB, just Bucky using her. But she doesn’t mind. Bucky is a good fuck. Like damnnn good. And if she can’t have Bucky as a romantic partner, she’ll take what she can get. Besides, Bucky told her that he doesn’t want an avenger or an agent as a partner. Too much danger and chaos for his heart. He wants to love a civilian like his ex, in hopes of living a normal life after retiring.

So, she starts distancing herself when she sees Bucky slowly trying to get back with his ex. Less sex, more excuses. But for some reason? Bucky does not like it. He does not like how you were not there anymore, how you don’t need nor seek him for the “benefit,” he’s also not that happy with whatever he’s doing to win his ex back. She doesn’t necessarily reject him when he asks for sex, just avoids him all in all. Day by day though, she consumes his thoughts and mind. Did he do something wrong? Say something? Forget something? What did he do to deserve this treatment from her? Bottom line, he misses her. What’s weird is, she’s still there as his best friend when he needs either steve or her. Just less of that benefits part

Then it grows progressively worse (for Bucky) from there as he sees her bring one night stands, to consistent and stable dates in their home. He’s still happy tho Bc if the date goes wrong or the one night stand doesn’t satisfy her, she goes to Bucky for a satisfying sex.

However, what pushes Bucky over the edge was one night filled with passion. Both of them feels this sex is different. One thinks he’s doing and feeling this extreme emotion Bc he’s angry while the other thinks she’s just frustrated. But the truth is? It’s passion and connection between them. She feels so good that she can’t help but blurt out “oh god I wish my future boyfriend/husband could fuck and fill me up like you do”

That’s it for Bucky. Those words are enough to make him feral. Just the thought of another man giving her attention, affection, love, adoration, and faithfulness makes him sick to the core. So, He fucks her with all his might, all his feelings. He fucks her with all the possessiveness and the green monster inside him. He fucks her in hopes of filling her full and deep that no other man can reach and own her like he does. (Maybe even breed her so that no man would actually be with her, but him)

Bc how bold of her to think that he would let another man touch her. That he would let her wear someone else’s ring and last name? That he would let her carry another man’s babies? No. Absolutely not.

Obviously this confuses her, but she thinks of it as part of their play. Maybe heat of the moment? Whatever it is, it’s hot and made their sex better so she didn’t question Bucky as of the moment.

Come next morning, she wakes up buried in bucky’s arms tightly and securedly wrapped around her as if she would disappear any moment. She has things to do so she attempts to leave but this just wakes Bucky up. She was abt to say something but Bucky just kisses her passionately yes Bucky now admits what it is. Not letting her go and aiming for another hot steamy possessive sex. Her words from last night ringing in his ears as she tries to leave.

Idk what to do next, I just want them to be happy and together in the end (maybe fast forward to their wedding? To them having twins?) 😭 then maybe the last line was like “well my love, you’re lucky your husband could fuck and fill you just like I did when we were fuck buddies”

18+

This is so perfect, i love this and that ending line is sending me, its so angsty and steamy and fuck it's so cute. Literally had to pull out a google doc to paste the request so I could look at my draft and the points side by side cause of all the details, I’m so sorry if I missed anything 

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“Strictly sex?”

“Strictly sex” 

Bucky’s lips smashed onto yours as soon as the words left your mouth, the both of you clawing off your tactical gear, throwing it off haphazardly. You didn’t even make it to the bedroom; Bucky had taken you right in the middle of the safe house floor, no prep, sliding into you and fucking you till the sun was up. 

Moments earlier

The mission was long. Stressful. Violent. Bloody. You weren’t even sure if you’d make it but you’d both made it out alive. You’d noticed Bucky on edge the entire time, his jaw clenched, fingers twitching while you tried to patch up a few scratches on yourself. 

“You okay Buck?”

“M’fine” He mumbled, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back, resting on the wall of the jet letting out a strained groan. 

“You don’t seem fine” You gave him a pointed look, clearly not believing him. “What do you normally do to relax” You cocked an eyebrow while Bucky stared at you, his eyes turning a shade darker. 

“Fuck” His eyes bore into you, challenging you to ask more questions, his patience wearing thin. “I fuck” 

“I can help with that” 

*****

“So what’s with you and y/n?” 

“Nothin’“

“You’re saying there's nothing?”

“I- I’m not over Lauren yet” Bucky shrugged, his mind constantly clinging onto his ex. She was the first girl he had dated in years and the first girl he felt anything for in a long time. The break up was mutual; his job took up long hours and the longer he was away, the more they grew apart. The split was made sense but he couldn’t let go of the lingering feeling in the back of his mind about how things would have been if he had just tried harder. Bucky set down the mug he was drinking from, leaving the kitchen while you entered. He gave you a nod, making his way to the gym to punch his feelings away. What if he had just tried harder...

Nat shrugged, not pushing the matter further but she never believed either of you when you both insisted there was nothing more between you. She knew damn well Bucky was using you to fuck his feelings away but it didn’t seem to bother you. You were more than satisfied with some super solder dick because it was good. Damn good. Still, she was a trained assassin and not stupid. Nat could see the way your eyes would linger on him for a second longer and the way you’d lighten up as soon as he stepped into the room. 

“So you and Barnes are just friends, huh?” 

“Obviously” You looked at her with wide eyes, hoping to ignore her question while you made yourself some tea but she continued to stare at your instead. “It’s nothing more than that. We hook up sometimes but it’s just casual”

“And you’re completely okay with things staying just the way they are?”  She cocked an eyebrow, her eyes narrowed accusatorily as if she could see right through you. “You’re fine with always just being a quick fuck?” 

“It’s what we both need, honestly, I’m fine with the way things are” You nodded,  thinking back to a conversation the both of you had both had after a mission. 

“If I ever settle down, it’d have to be with someone outside of all this”

“Outside of what?” 

“This” Bucky waved his hand around, pointing to the arsenal of weapons you were putting away after yet another grueling mission. “All this avenger shit, saving the world. I just want to go home to something peaceful. normal. Leave all this behind and just exist with someone I love. I’d never date someone from the team or someone associated with this, it’s too much” 

You felt a strange tightness in your chest at his words but you shrugged the feeling off, understanding where Bucky was coming from. 

“So who do you think you’ll end up with Barnes” 

Why were you asking him this as if you’d like the answer. 

“Maybe someone like Lauren” He mumbled, “Just someone who isn’t a part of this. Normal”

You felt the tightness creep back up but you shoved it back down. After all he’d been through, he deserved a little bit of normal. 

You took your tea and made your way to your room, sipping while you thought about Nat’s question. Were you okay with the way things were? He was a good friend to you and no doubt the only person who could have you screaming till your lungs were sore. 

Still. 

He was never yours.

He never saw you that way.

You were just a good fuck.

He always loved his ex.

It didn’t help that you’d recently noticed he’d been out more often. He didn’t say anything to you directly but you could tell he was trying to get back with his ex.  Cut his hair. Cleaned up. Quietly going out and not breathing a word about where he was off to. You weren’t 100% sure what he was doing but it was enough for you to decided you had to pull back. 

A few weeks later

Bucky frowned, hearing yet another excuse from you as you made your way to your room, softly closing your door and hearing the muffled noise of your TV switch on, not going to bed like you insisted. It had been weeks since he’d spoken to you properly. He couldn’t even remember the last time you had the benefits part of your “friendship” You were usually always slinking around him like a cat, your touch, your voice, your scent, some form of you always surrounding him. 

Recently?

Nothing. 

He didn’t like it.

Not one damn bit. 

 He hated that you didn’t wrap your arms around him randomly, whispering in his ear about how badly you needed him. Or the way you’d bite your lip looking over to him in the middle of the field, a silent promise of sucking his soul out as soon as the mission was over. Or how your back would arch off the bed, your thighs suffocating him, tugging the hair from his roots when he nursed from your clit as if your arousal quenched his thirst. Or the way he’d let his cum seep down your thighs, fucking it back into you with his fingers, getting you to lick them clean afterwards-

Bucky groaned to himself, shifting uncomfortably at the hard on he’d given himself thinking about you. It’s not even like he could go to you to get you to take care of it. The few time’s he’d tried to initiate something, you were tired. Had cramps. Not feeling well. Injured. Always something, leaving him high and dry, avoiding him all together. He decided to make his way down to the gym, punching his feelings away yet again, though this time they were over you. 

A few more days had done by and Bucky was worse than before. Sure he was talking to his ex again, but he was more concerned over the growing distance between you both. You’d both agreed the benefits would stay just the same unless either of you got into a committed relationship and while he had reconnected with Lauren, they weren’t official....

Why did you avoid him so much?

Was it because of Lauren?

Why did he even try to reconnect with her...

How come you didn’t let him get close to you anymore?

He started to wrack and pick at his brain wondering where it all went down hill. Did he say something to you? He didn’t forget your birthday, he’d gotten you everything you’d ever mentioned, even the littlest things you figured he hadn’t paid attention to. So what did he do to deserve this? He’s pent up like never before and it’s not just sexually. It dawns on him that he needs more than just sex, he also needs your friendship, your softness, your laugh. 

He missed you. 

All of you. 

Of course you were there for him when he needed you, patching him up after missions, keeping his favorite snacks always stocked up, listening to him vent about Sam. It wasn’t the same though. As soon as you did your job taking care of him, you were out of his hair and off to do something else that had nothing to do with him. 

*****

Bucky thought it was bad before but now he was seeing red. He was silently seething, seeing yet another handsome stranger drop you off, kissing you and giving your ass a playful squeeze before letting you make your way inside. The worst was when your stupid dates would actually make it inside the compound and all the way up to your room, Bucky had never been more thankful for sound proof walls. He watched you carefully, your smile dropping as soon as your date drove off, kicking your heels off and making your way to the kitchen to pour yourself a drink. 

Though Bucky despised seeing you after dates (unable to understand why he felt so strongly about them in the first place) there was one benefit to your rendezvous. One he wouldn’t openly admit to enjoying. A twisted part of him was happy when you didn’t enjoy yourself because while you would keep your distance from him on a regular basis, there were a few select times you’d relent and give into your needs. Like right now. 

“Bad date?” He cocked his head while you downed the dark liquid in one go, slinking over to his side, the warmth of your skin radiating off you. You nodded, letting your arms drape around his shoulders, standing between his legs. 

“Wanna help me forget?” 

It happened often and left Bucky more tormented than before. He hated that you only came to him when you needed to forget your shitty date but what could he say when you were supposed to be just friends with benefits anyway. You have a hold on him he can’t even explain. A hold no one else had ever had on him before. Not even his ex. 

His ex.

Bucky isn’t even sure why he had tried to reconnect with her. He realized there was nothing between the day he met her again after months. He remembered the relationship differently; rose coloured glasses making him forget that there wasn’t ever a strong connection between them. Now he was struggling to figure out why all of his thoughts were consumed with you. If that was the only way he’d get to have you then he’d take what he could get. 

*****

Bucky smiled to himself when he heard the a soft knock at his door, opening it to find your semi disheveled state, your hair a mess, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt. 

“Need something doll?” Bucky smirked while you rolled your eyes, pushing past him, walking right into his room. You were there for one thing and one thing only. He knew it and you knew it.

“You know what I need Barnes” You huffed, unsatisfied from your date who rubbed you like a scratch lottery ticket, asking if you had finished 30 seconds after. “He couldn’t find my clit” You shook your head, tossing your tshirt off, leaving you bare moving laying on his bed “Not that most guys can”

Bucky felt all of his blood rush down south, it didn’t matter how many times he’d seen you naked, how many times he’d had you spread out for him, he’d forever be taken with how perfect you looked wearing absolutely nothing. He palmed his boner as he made his way over to you, stripping all his clothes off before giving his cock a few tugs. 

“Pretty sure I can” Bucky murmured, crawling onto the bed and spreading your legs in front of his face. “And if I remember correctly...” He nipped your inner thigh making, smiling to himself at the soft gasp that slipped form your lips, pressing a sloppy wet kiss right onto your clit “It’s right there, isn’t it baby”

You let out a whimper, nodding while he hummed, a cocky smirk curling on his lips. He pressing his hard cock against the mattress for some relief, the feel of your soft silkiness making him leak. “I know exactly where my pretty doll’s clit is, don’t worry your pretty head baby” 

“He didn’t know how to touch you, huh” Bucky cocked an eyebrow when you silent shook your head, his thumb coming to rub soft circles around your clit, “You like it slow and gentle at first, hm? Barely touching you, teasing you a little before getting faster?” Bucky watched you carefully, your chest rising up and down faster as he started to apply more pressure, his blue eyes locked with yours. “Then you like it faster, just like this” He removed his thumb, twitching to his two fingers', coating them in your arousal before using his fingers tips to rub you making you moan louder, “That’s right, sing for me baby, sing for me while I play with your pretty little clit” 

“I remember you loved when I did this...” He gently sealed his lips around your sensitive nub, suckling with the lightest pressure, his hands holding your thighs apart, loving the way you moaned just for him. He pulled off so he could use his tongue, lapping and twirling around your clit, groaning at the sweetness that coated his tongue. 

“Need-need more” You moaned, getting louder as he pushed two fingers into you, curling them and speeding up his pace, grinding against the bed, his balls growing heavy. “Need your cock Bucky! Please fuck me” You grabbed at his shoulders, too desperate for just his fingers, needing to feel all of him. 

“Okay, okay baby, m’here” Bucky cooed, as he came up, kissing your neck, jealousy creeping through his veins smelling the remnants of your dates cologne still lingering on your skin. 

Another man. Who touched you. Felt your body. 

Unacceptable. 

“Need you” You moaned again, feeling his cock nudge against your soaked entrance, your thighs wrapping around his waist. Your eyes were practically pleading with him, rolling back when you felt him start to press into you, moaning into your neck. 

“You have me” Bucky groaned as he shoved his cock into you, not giving you a second to adjust, his arms wrapped tightly around you, and pounding you right into the mattress. You cried out from pleasure, the air nearly knocked out of your lungs from his cock hitting your sweet spot, his cock starting to drip inside you. You could feel him all over, his body weight heavy on top of yours, the scent of his body wash, the scent of him, the heat off his body, the way he tasted when he smashed his lips against yours. 

You’d hooked up plenty of times before but none of them were like this. 

Bucky’s face was tucked into the crook of your neck, sucking dark bruises, gently licking and kissing them right after. His arms were holding you tight against him, rolling his hips so that he’d still be pressed against every inch of your body the entire time. It felt like he was trying to fuck the deepest depths of your soul, unrelenting, the bed post steadily thudding against the bedroom wall.  

 Bucky felt it too. Something more. He didn’t know what, maybe you were frustrated, pent up from being unsatisfied but he’d never had you like this before. Your legs squeezed his sides, your nails scratching down his back, trying to pull him impossibly closer. You were begging him for more, nearly crying, tears clouding your vision as he braced himself up slightly on his knees, fucking you even deeper. He savored your sweetness on his tongue, the smell of your shampoo, how silky and soft your body was. His cock was throbbing, threatening to blow sooner than he’d like, your pussy sucking him back in every time he fucked you. 

Your hands went to card through his hair, your nails grazing through his scalp, drawing the sluttiest moan from Bucky, his eyes rolling back, fucking you even harder. You could feel your arousal squirt out of you at how desperate and delicious he sounded, squirming under him, feeling the wiry hair at the base of his cock rub against your clit. 

No one else had ever satisfied you the way he did, touching you in a way that made your body light on fire. He felt so good, fucked so good, tasted so good, made you feel things everywhere. Your heart was screaming, wanting to making the night last forever, but forever wasn’t something either of you agreed on. He wasn’t yours. If only. If only you could always have this. You needed this. Exactly this. You tried to bite your tongue, your voice needy and broken, unable to stop the words from tumbling out as your mind swirled. 

“Fuck Bucky I wish my future husband would fuck me this good, oh god-

You cried out as he growled, grabbing you and bringing your knees up, angling his hips till his thrusts made your belly bulge. He felt feral hearing your words, knowing you needed more of what he was giving you, what only he could give you. No one else would ever make you feel this good.

“Yeah? That what you want? Another man to fuck like me?” Bucky felt another surge of jealously course through his veins at the thought of another man having you the way he did. Another man touching you. Making love to you. Fucking you. Filling your tight cunt with their cum, breeding you till your belly was round and swollen. He snarled against your neck thinking about you carrying someone elses name. Someone else making you feel good, making you moan, putting their cock in you, it was supposed to be just him. Only him. 

Huh.

Why was he so possessive.

He tried to shake off the thought but the image seared into his brain. 

He couldn’t stand the image of you in your wedding dress, saying I do to a man that was someone else, your soft lips kissing theirs, sealing the both of you together forever, taking you away from him. 

Fuck that. 

Bucky fucked you like his life depended on it, the green monster of envy and jealous possessing his very soul, pouring all his feelings into the way he fucked you. He marked your neck, your shoulders, your breasts'. 

“Need-need this Bucky” You cried out, feeling pressure and tightness growing through your body, your orgasm desperate to spill over. He grunted, his balls growing heavy, his own climax at the tip of his cock. 

How could you think of letting someone else have you this way. 

To have you so vulnerable, hearing how beautiful you sounded when you were lost in pleasure. 

How could you think of wearing another mans right? Taking his last name?

How the fuck could you think of carrying another mans child, giving birth to his babies, having a family with someone that wasn’t him. 

How could you. 

Bucky’s mind felt muddled, he felt sick at the thought of you belonging to someone else, not when you had him. Not when he could give you what you wanted. He couldn’t push away the thought of how you’d look if you were carrying his babies. The way your tummy would be so round. How tired you’d look, a little super soldier baby growing inside you. 

The way you’d be pouty, your breasts leaking, your swollen belly perfect evidence that you belonged to him. No one would look at you twice, knowing who your baby daddy is. Who would dare look at the pretty thing the winter solider knocked up, thinking twice before they even looked your way. 

Fuck, you’d look so perfect, pregnant with his baby. He’d take such good care of you, massaging your sore feet, rubbing your belly, doting on you every second of the day. He’d spend hours worshipping your pussy with his mouth, knowing you wouldn’t even be able to see him over the swell of your tummy but your satisfied moans would be more than enough for him. He’d carry you everywhere, treat you like a queen, make love to you, drink your sweet milk when you felt heavy and sore, you be all of his-

“F-FUCK I’M CUMMING” Bucky bit hard onto your shoulder, moaning loudly as he started to cum, thoughts of your leaking nipples and firm belly making his whole body jolt, his cock sensitive, spurts of his seed endlessly pouring into you. “Y/n, look at me” He panted, still rutting his cock into you while your eyes rolled back into a silent scream, cumming around his throbbing length. 

“Look at me” He grasped your cheeks, making you look at him, sweat beading at his forehead, his skin flushed “I’m gonna get you pregnant” You gasped, moaning against his mouth as he continued to sloppily grind into you, his cock still some how hard. “You’re all mine, understand?”

You nodded, but it wasn’t enough, his grip on your cheeks tightened, desperate to hear your voice. 

“Say it” He pleaded with you, panting and grunting, overstimulated but too deep in wanting to fill you again to care. 

“I-I’m yours James!” You could feel pleasure creep up you again, working yourself up to a second high just off his words alone. 

“Keep saying it, keeping saying it, m’gonna cum again, don’t fuckin stop, keep telling me” He almost sounded like he was going to cry, his balls throbbing, still full and heavy.

“I’m yours, I’m yours, get-get me pregnant daddy” 

“FUCK YES”  That did it, his second orgasm spilling into you, his cock finally starting to soften. You panted, your mind reeling over the what had just happened, too fucked out to formulate words. He had taken you apart, cumming in you twice, his seed still deep inside you as he stayed inside you, slowly drifting off to sleep. As much as you wanted to ask him about what had just happened, you figured it was just the heat of the moment. You melted into his hold, letting sleep take over instead, what just happened wasn’t a big deal anyway....

*****

You blinked awake, heat engulfing you, Bucky’s arms wrapped around your body keeping you tightly and securely right against him. You squirmed, only to feel him hug you closer, whining, as if you’d disappear if he let go. You tried to gently wiggle free, not wanting to deal with the fact that you’d stayed the night, but your attempts to leave only woke him up. You blinked at his soft blue eyes gazing down at you, his strong arms still clinging onto you like no tomorrow. 

“Bu-

You were cut off by his lip smashing onto yours in a breathe stealing kiss, your eyes growing wide before melting and kissing him back. You both reluctantly broke away for oxygen, your face heating up as he tucked your hair behind your ear, still holding you close. 

“Stay”

“But-”

He rolled over, pinning you down onto the bed, his hard cock pressing against your thigh. “Stay, please” All Bucky could think about was your words from last night, the thought of anyone else other than him having you making him sick. He needed it again. Needed more. Wanting the same passion from the night before, his heart yearning and aching for it. “Y/, doll please” 

You shook your head, a sudden surge of anger fueling you when you remembered he wasn’t even yours and his heart was elsewhere. 

“James, let me go- 

“No” He stayed in place, bringing his hands to lace with yours, pinning you further, “Doll, I know I have no right but-but I need you”

“You had me last night, that’s all you need anyway” You scoffed, while he shook his head, regret clouding his eyes.

“No baby, it’s not enough. It was never enough. It’s always been you” 

“James, you were just trying to get back with your ex-

“It was a mistake. I learnt that the same day I met her. There wasn’t anything between us, truthfully there never was. I guess I remembered things differently from how they actually were. A stupid memory that never even existed. She never made me feel the same way you did. Not even close” 

You stayed silent, while Bucky continued to nervously ramble, his feelings coming out scrambled, fear making it difficult for him to focus. He couldn’t lose you. He adored you. Needed you. Couldn't stand the thought of someone else other than him being by your side. 

“It’s all you baby, always all you” He whispered, giving you his best puppy eyes, his heart hammering against his chest. You spread your legs slightly, letting his cock rest against your core, your nose bumping against his. 

“Show me you mean it” You whispered against his lips, gasping as he filled you, moving slowly so you could feel every bit of him. Him. The only person you truly every wanted. The person you imagined your future with. The person you wanted it all with. 

“M’gonna show you for the rest of my life doll” 

A few years later

You yawned, handing off your little one to Bucky, giving him a quick kiss before he was carried off to bed. Bucky rocked his son in his arms for a moment before setting him down in his bed, kissing him goodnight before switching the night light on. He made his way back to the bedroom, his heart swelling when his eyes settle on you, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. 

“How are my babies” Bucky smiled, laying in front of you and pulling your shirt up over your swollen belly, his two little angels fluttering inside. 

“Kicking and causing a ruckus, just like you a Steve” You huffed, giggling when he laid his head on your tummy, kissing the area where he felt the little ones moving. 

“Let mama sleep” He soothed, rubbing your skin,  smiling when he felt the babies settle down. “Be good for mommy, she’s sleepy, carrying you both around all day, keeping you warm and cozy” 

Bucky continued to coo and whisper to your belly, lulling you in and out of sleep, listening to his soothing voice. He had done the same thing when you first son Steve Grant Barnes Jr. was born, doting on you every second of the day. You had sworn you needed time to recuperate, exhausted from carrying his enhanced little one though both of you struggled to keep your hands to yourselves. 

“You just had to get me pregnant with twins, didn’t you” You playfully narrowed your eyes at him, gently stroking his hair while he continued to cuddle with your tummy. Bucky grinned, taking your hand and kissing your palm, the ring on your finger glinting softly under the glow of the table lamp. 

“Not my fault, you were the one who had your hands down my pants when we got back from that mission. I didn’t hear you complain when I made you cum three times in a row” He wiggled his eyebrows while your face heated up, biting your lip, remembering the way he had taken you apart in the jet, the safe house and then your home, the both of you insatiable as always, “Aren’t you lucky your husband fucks you like I did, Mrs. Barnes” 

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[angyo]

HOT DAMN ik i already said a bit abt csm 167 but i keep thinking of more extremely interesting shit here and the sheer inner turmoil in the shared body of asa and yoru

I was wrong, it's not yoru masterminding this. Maybe she is, but we've already got so many hints that yoru and asa are starting to rub off on each other, w/ yoru feeling asa's emotions and asa getting more nonchalant about death and killing. Everything until now has been a relatively clean merge, something neither of them even notices too much.

But denji is a jagged edge. Asa and yoru have very different approaches to love and interpersonal relationships. Asa being a sex repulsed and desperately lonely romantic and yoru being the embodiment of war, uninterested in love, & intimacy only being violence (because war).

The merging can't go unnoticed anymore, it's not just massaging red play doh into blue play doh anymore. Their feelings regarding denji and chainsaw man are so different and entirely irreconcilable the merge is hacking off a hand and painstakingly sewing each individual nerve and vein to the end of a fraying rope.

Here yoru is her usual uncaring self. Denji wants to lose his cock, so be it. Who cares, she's war, she's done worse and feelings never got in her way before.

When denji knocks the knife away that's a very asa face and reaction despite the scars showing it's clearly yoru. Yoru isn't this clumsy. It's not like denji peeled her hand open, he knocked it away and yoru wouldn't have such a loose grip on a weapon.

Yoru is shocked. This shouldn't feel too different from any other fight for her, why is she so shocked? I thought she was unaffected by emotion, so why would she feel even a second of confusion about hurting denji? It's like she's shocked at herself, and she reasserts herself by doubling down on the violence and gripping his balls. Doubt isn't like her, it must be a fluke. She'll finish it quick.

Once again, that is an Asa face with the yoru scar, immediately followed by yoru attempting to regain herself

And failing. This is yoru, why is she so confused? If she wanted to assault denji it wouldn't be unwarranted from War, but there's emotion in that kiss. She looks so shocked when she pulls back, this isn't yoru's idea nor is it asa's. Again it wouldn't be surprising if war decided to idk assert dominance by assaulting denji, but if that was her goal she'd be as confident and unphased as she usually is in fights. At worst she'd be angry if he didn't go along with it, but panicky? Confused? That's not like her

She's too emotionally involved to be yoru, but too sexual to be asa. This is the ugly joint of fraying rope and nerve endings. A girl neither asa nor yoru recognize as themselves and one they can't control as individuals. They are merging, but they can't merge into 1 whole person, they're so diametrically opposed in their views of interpersonal relationships that they can't fuse cleanly together and instead their jagged edges get smushed together with such force it makes a 3rd person they mutually hate and are unable to control.

Finally they split again and asa is so deeply fearful she takes over again. But despite losing the scar she keeps the horseman eyes, and the paneling splits her in half implying we are seeing both of their reactions here. And despite having seemingly been in control and making the decision to assault denji, asa and Yoru are equally terrified by what just happened.

This wasn't yoru raping denji then leaving asa to handle it. God that'd almost be better since at least then asa could blame her, but she can't. This was the ugly frankenstein joinery of yoru and asa acting here. Both individuals lost control of their shared body entirely while their desires were mangled and reshaped into something they find mutually disgusting but are forced to feel as enjoyment. Yoru experiences sensation and emotion she considers so far below her and is terrified by this loss of her devil nature. And asa is lost in indulgence of violent sexuality the likes of which she never could've previously imagined enjoying, let alone forcing onto the only person who ever gave a shit.

As a person she is so deeply concerned with morality and righteousness she won't even cross a red crosswalk with no cars around at night, but she's been forced to commit a crime so heinous as rape against the boy she likes and gain enjoyment from it.

It's so deeply violating not just of her agency but her existence as an individual it's hard to define in words, but i can only imagine asa scrambling away. Frantically she screams at yoru for fucking it all up so badly, only for yoru to be equally as scared and disgusted. This wasn't yoru's doing. This devil that has had such tight control of her for so long is completely clueless as to what the fuck even happened or why and points at asa because if it's not yoru it's asa yeah? But if they look deep inside themselves, they'll see that their reflection isn't them. Neither of them know who this is, and they can't talk to her or control her even as they get sucked into this singularity.

[koqabear]

2KKKKK!!!! Congrats! I have a song equation!

Tinnitus BUT (demo ver) + enemy!Tae + angst + smut + slight fluff well since they do fuck- but they're still enemies on end.

♫: TXT, Tinnitus (Demo Ver.) // join the 2k event and request something!

"You always tried to tell your friends you don’t get along with Kang Taehyun. Did it work? Absolutely not. Now you’re stuck with him again, and there’s no telling what insanity will take over you tonight."

taehyun x fem! reader // wc: 2.6k (everyone cheer i’m getting the hang of it) // enemies to enemies, hinted fwb (the term friends used loosely), smut, MDNI.

warnings: tyun is an asshole sorry guys. slight hard dom!tyun, a bit of switch!mc, semi-public sex(?), unprotected sex, hair pulling, marking, biting, handjob, slight strength kink, hand restraining, degrading, creampie, slight cockwarming

notes: i’m so close to finally following my own rules abt the word count limit…! (i can’t keep getting away with this 😔)

Kang Taehyun was the bane of your existence— that much was obvious to anyone that spent any time around you.

He was arrogant, cocky, and overall an eye-sore; the first time you met, you actually gave him the benefit of the doubt, getting introduced through mutual friends and eventually forming a group that (unfortunately) included him. 

It was bad from the start. He was a complete smart-ass and had a knack for making casual, blunt comments that would immediately put you down; you’re not even sure what the fuck you did to him, but you do know that you never let a single one of those snide remarks slide— jabbing back just as hard, showing that you weren’t all bark and that your bite hurt more than one would expect— it got to the point where your friends knew that they should hold you back on a leash when you were around each other. 

Sometimes, you couldn’t even look at him; which is why you preferred to go to group events if you were explicitly told that Kang Taehyun would not be there, knowing that you would only ruin the night if you tagged along, more likely to start a fight than to try to actually enjoy yourself.

So to say that you were currently angry as you sat at a random table of a club, gritting your teeth and tapping your fingers against the table as you stared out at the dance floor, unable to look straight in fear of catching a glimpse of Kang Taehyun, was a severe understatement— you were fucking fuming. Your jaw aches from how hard you’re gritting your teeth together.

“Are you gonna dance, or are you so up-tight that you can’t even do that?”

“Leave me the fuck alone. I don’t wanna hear it.”

You’ve been dealing with his witty remarks all night. He’s just come back from the dance floor, hot and sweaty as the sight of a random girl getting all up on him practically made you gag; if you hadn’t been chosen as the designated driver tonight, you would’ve left long ago.

What’re friends for… you think bitterly, staring down at the water you only got to keep yourself occupied— you can feel Taehyun’s stare burning into the side of your face, and it only serves to make you more irritated as time goes on, hoping that he’ll stop being such a creep and look away.

“What is your problem?” you hiss, finally having enough after approximately one and a half songs of him doing this. Like expected, your eyes meet his, and a slow smile creeps its way onto his face as he leans his head back, resting against the booth as he looks at you with low-lidded, hazy eyes— he’s having fun getting under your skin, that much you can tell. You resist the urge to reach over and slap the stupid look off his face.

“Am I doing something wrong?” he asks, and you’re forced to lean toward him slightly from how quietly he talks, barely hearing him over the loud music that blasts all around you— you scoff at his words. 

“Don’t act stupid, you’ve been giving me problems all night— even now, don’t think I didn’t feel the way you were looking at me all weird.”

“I feel bad,” he confesses, ignoring the way you give him a scathing look as he continues, head lolling to the side lazily to watch the packed dance floor, “You looked so pathetic over here by yourself— someone would think your friends ditched you.”

“I’m the designated driver,” you point out through gritted teeth.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have fun.” he glances back at you, and you jolt slightly at the way his gaze rakes over you slowly, “‘Cause this…? It's just sad.”

“And what exactly would fun be to you? Practically fucking some other girl on the dance floor to the rhythm of some shitty pop song?” Fuck, he’s done it again. He’s got you riled up and it’s only making you even angrier that he’s able to get you to this point— it doesn’t help that he’s laughing condescendingly at your sudden outburst, shaking his head and muttering something that you’re unable to hear from the obscene volume of the music. 

“Why are you here then?” he asks, tilting his head slightly and raising that stupid brow of his, a habit you’ve quickly come to hate, “To have intellectual conversations with other patrons?”

You don’t know what takes over you. Maybe you’ve finally been pushed to your limit, pent up and frustrated with the fact that your friends continue to brush off the fact that you and Taehyun simply do not get along— your fingers might just break your glass from how tightly you’re gripping onto it, standing up so suddenly that your chair slides away from you— but you do know that this was long overdue and well-deserved, throwing the rest of your water straight at him; a smile twitches at the corner of your lips as you take in the way his eyes screw shut and his brows knit together, left frozen as you take this moment to walk away, before you decide to say fuck it and really show him your bite. 

You walk mindlessly— the dance floor is too packed, and you feel as though your body is way too lit up and restless to try and join in— so you’re making your way to the bathrooms, the hall lonely and poorly lit as you open the women’s restroom, slipping inside and ready to lock the door so you can finally take a moment to compose yourself—

“Are you fucking insane?” you don’t think you’ve ever seen Taehyun like this, eyes alight and livid as he stops you from closing the door, slipping inside and slamming it behind him, taking in the way you only take a step back and yell at him to get out, “You need to start controlling that little temper of yours, cause you’ve really been getting on my nerves recently.”

“Oh really?” you laugh out, incredulous as you take a step toward him, pushing his chest roughly and forcing him to stumble back against the door, “Because you’ve been a total fucking angel, haven’t you? All pretty and proper, such a good boy, right?”

“Not my fault you’re such a wound-up bitch that doesn’t know how to take a joke and have fun,” he spits out, unfazed by the way you corner him and send him a nasty glare, refusing to back down even though you seem like you’ll get physical any second now.

“Take a joke? Have fun?” you seethe, poking his chest as you speak, “Everything that comes out of your mouth is a pathetic attempt at low blow disguised as a joke. So forgive me if I don’t find you funny.”

For once, Taehyun doesn’t know what to say— all he’s able to think of is the way you’ve practically pressed him against the door with your own body, the way his chest dully aches from the way you’ve been poking at him, and the way your own is heaving slightly from how angry you are, lips parted and eyes blown out with rage as they flicker up to take in his expression. 

A moment passes; then, your lips are on his, and his hands are on your waist, jerking you forward and forcing you to close any space left.

What possessed you to do this? You’d rather not think about it, choosing instead to get lost in the feeling of Taehyun and push past the fact that it’s him, the man who likes to degrade others for fun— actually, you think you will think about it, digging your nails into his shoulders and taking in the way he groans slightly against your mouth— and you quickly take this opportunity to take the kiss further, tongue eager to taste him as his hold on you tightens slightly.

“Fuck,” he mumbles against your lips, feeling the way you refuse to part for longer than a second; he frowns, a hand going up to grab at your hair before he’s tugging at it— using it as leverage to pull you away from him, watching the way your head slowly tilts back before your eyes are fluttering open, looking at him with such anger he can’t hold back his breathy laugh. 

“I can’t believe you, you…” he mutters out, and you can already tell he’s about to say something that will morbidly sober your clouded mind. 

“Shut up and put those lips to use,” you sigh, fingers tangling in the nape of his hair before you’re tugging him back toward you— you’re holding back a smile at the way your hands smooth over his shirt, the material slightly damp under your skin and his hair pushed back from how much he ran his hands through it.

Besides the fact that your hand is currently undoing Taehyun’s zipper and his lips have begun to suck and bite at your neck, nothing has really changed; you can still hear him cursing you under his breath, feeling the way he lets out a shaky sigh the moment your hand wraps around his length— teasingly stroking him, making sure to lead him on but not give him enough.   

It’s all a game of cat and mouse, judging by the way he’s just as eager to try and pull sounds out of you. Though, when he sees his current efforts aren’t working, he decides to take a different approach.

One thing you’ll never be able to deny about Taehyun is that he’s strong; he’s proving himself now, pushing you back and making you sit on the sink counter with ease— his hands are rough as he pulls up your dress, sloppy kisses still being laid out across your neck as he huffs slightly at your wandering hands; pulling away before he’s stepping back, slipping his belt off with ease and restraining your wrists with them— quietly, you muse about him being oddly skilled at it, but you’re quickly quieted by the way he tugs at the belt again, tightening the item around your wrists and listening to the way you whine at the feeling.

“Such a smart mouth,” he mumbles, pulling his cock out as he takes a look at you, eyes drinking in your dazed eyes and fucked out appearance with delight, “Too bad you’re too dumb to know when to shut up.”

He’s grabbing your waist before he’s tugging you forward— you slide slightly across the counter, legs spread open as Taehyun stands in between, feeling the way one of them hooks around his waist before you’re tugging him in closer, eyes challenging as you raise a brow impatiently. 

“Don’t give me that look,” he scoffs, allowing his tip to run teasingly along your slit, feeling the way your walls flutter around him in response, “Or I’ll leave you here and make you wish you begged for me while you had the chance.”

“Oh really?” you tilt your head, tugging him closer and feeling the way his tip breaches your entrance for a moment— your breath hitches, and though Taehyun pretends to remain unaffected, you can feel his cock twitch with anticipation. “I’m sure you’re all talk.”

This, Taehyun decides, is about as far as allow you to continue to provoke him; he’s pushing into you with one swift motion, watching the way your voice breaks and your mouth falls open at the feeling of him inside you, thick and warm and full as you clench around him, your pussy already wet from the way he simply couldn’t take his hands off you earlier; you hope he doesn’t notice it, but the way his lips quirk to form his usual arrogant smile definitely isn’t a good thing. 

Taehyun doesn’t give you a chance to adjust. He doesn’t take it slow, doesn’t ask you what feels good or what you like— he simply gauges your reaction and begins to fuck you, grinning at the way you whimper and whine that it feels good, throwing your head back and giving him access to mark your neck and collarbones, making sure to leave enough that you’ll remember this for a long time— after a moment, you realize what he’s doing, cursing under your breath and pulling at your restraints as he simply responds by sinking his teeth into the delicate flesh.

“Gonna make sure you remember this. Make people ask who you got these from,” he whispers, laughing mockingly at the way you whisper out a fuck you, retaliating by sucking harshly right at your jaw, just under your ear, “Feels good? Like knowing it’s me making you feel like this?”

You can barely process what he’s telling you; not when he’s grinding into you so good, his breaths heavy against your skin as he leans back up to kiss you once more— it’s a mess of tongue and teeth as you both fight to remain on top, the only thing you can still have control over as you sink your teeth into his lip meanly; he only reciprocates by fucking you harder, a hand reaching down to rub at your clit as he smiles against your lips, trying to keep control with the way you clench around him.

You’ve realized reluctantly that Taehyun is not all talk— he’s found the spot that has your body tensing and your sounds becoming louder, undoubtedly beginning to filter out the bathroom as Taehyun slaps a hand over your mouth; sending you a harsh glare, his brows furrowing at the way you tighten around him and your mouth falls slack against his palm.

“Be fucking quiet,” he hisses, letting out a hitched breath at the way you only buck your hips in response, your leg locking around his waist and bringing him impossibly close as you look up at him, your eyes dazed and glossy as you feel the way his cock twitches inside you at the sight— his pace picks up, and Taehyun can feel his high approaching, swollen lip bitten at and stuck between his teeth as he takes in the way you squirm under him, tears swelling at your waterline as you whine and moan against the palm of your hand.

Taehyun is the first to unravel; filling you to the brim, the feeling of his warm cum and thick cock that continues to rut into you enough to have you following soon after, chest arching toward him from the way he leans down in a sudden attempt to muffle his sounds, cruel mouth biting at the junction between your neck and shoulder as you merely curse at him in your mind. 

He doesn’t pull out— if anything, he’s still fucking you slowly long after, a slow pace as he mumbles something about keeping you filled; you don’t even have the energy to roll your eyes, resting your head against his own that is still buried in the crook of your neck, attempting poorly to catch your breath. After a moment, the reality of everything seems to set in, and your wrists ache.

“If you tell anyone about this, you’re dead.”

He huffs in amusement. 

“This is embarrassing for me too, you know,” he mumbles, turning his head so you can feel the way he noses along the column of your neck, sighing slowly before he says, “But I wouldn’t be against it happening again. You know, just to put you in your place.”

The moment Taehyun takes this stupid belt off you, you’ll show him what it means to be put in place. 

But for now, you’ll settle with the feeling of his cock still inside you and his arms wrapped around your waist. (For another thirty seconds, it’s been long enough and you’re sure there are others waiting outside by now.)

[poppy-metal]

too sleepy sorry if this is incoherent but exes to lovers!jordan to simp!jordan pipeline is real i think :( they're all angry make up sex, possessive and rough and good but but you're just their little princess at the end of the day :(

once they're done with you they can't shut up, mumbling about how much they missed your sweet cunt, how much they missed you, while they clean you up. tell you they thought about you every day n they don't know how they managed without you :( all "never letting you go again, baby. don't know what i was thinking.", putting you in their warmedt hoodie, laying back against their pillows and pulling you into their lap :( holding you close nd kissing you, running their fingers through your hair and tracing soft patterns on your back. let you sleep if you're tired or maybe you guys just talk for a while. you both missed a lot, after all.

jst been thinking abt them alort 😔😔 maybe its a little bit of a problem

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u make me SICK.

its so fucking angry and possessive, the way they fuck you, they have to do it twice, in both forms just to feel you in every way possible. have to fuck you on their dick, mold your cunt to their shape again - "you feel that, baby? that's my dick comin' home." when they slide it inside and make you watch how they split you apart.

fills you up with their cum and then shifts yanking your shaky legs apart because they aren't done. they've been starved of you for too long, groaning witb relief when they sink their warm pussy onto yours, the cum they'd pumped inside you leaking out and making the slide of their flesh on yours slick and wet and lewd. string of of their cum clinging to your cunt when they lift up to look at the creamy mess. "god, that's fucking hot," before they're bringing their pussy back down, rutting against you hard, clits bumping and kissing and your eyes are crossing ready to slip into subspace but before you go jordan grips your chin, "tell me this is mine - this wet fucking cunt - who owns it?"

"you! you do, jordan - fuck-"

"yeah? you gonna run again?"

"no!"

"dont fucking take this pussy away from me ever again, i swear to god-"

"i wont! please, daddy, fuck - s'your pussy, s'all yours, promise-"

they shut you up with a kiss, tribbing you to fucking tears and by the time to you come to they're pressing a water bottle to your lips. "drink", they make you take a few sips before giving you your favorite drink. a reward for taking your water like a good girl.

something about jordan keeping your favorite drink stocked in their fridge even though they dont drink it themselves - all this time. makes you weepy and soft and you're clinging to them like a koala soon after, kissing their flushed skin.

"i missed you so much, j."

you feel their hand run soothingly down your back, "yeah," they huff, always more for actions than words (outside of sex anyway), you can hear the crack in their voice though, how they grip you tighter, "me too."

[niilue]

Sub howl? How abt being a wizard so concentrated on making this elixir and running around finding the ingredients for it that you end up neglecting Howl? Needy howl>> anything AND everything

ෆ    ִ      ׁ   sub howl pendragon x dom gender neutral

cw; dom reader, sub howl, needy baby, frotting, oral fixiation. this is short.

you are so focused on making an elixir that will help your cute wizard howl to concentrate better and have more energy for his work that you don't even realize how long you have been locked up in your studio.

books and more books, trying different incantations and potions, and you still don't get anything right. it's stressful, but you really want to help howl.

when you look at the watch on your wrist you realize what time it is. it's past midnight. " dammit" you thought to yourself. you had arranged to join howl for dinner and then spend the whole night together quietly.

you rubbed your eyes trying to stay awake since the euphoria of the moment had left your body when you saw the time. you thought it was better to leave this for today and go to bed. and give howl a good excuse so he wouldn't get mad at you.

"Darling…" you murmured as you entered the blond's room, finding him covered up to his ears with his sheet and listening as he breathed heavily and sniffled his nose.

"oh honey, sorry, I wanted to join you today, really, but I forgot trying to prepare a…"

your voice was cut off as howl uncovered himself and revealed his bulging lips and ruddy eyes.

"you left me alone all afternoon and evening, (name)… it's not fair… we almost didn't see each other because you spent so much time with your stuff," he dramatized getting out of bed with the blankets covering his body.

it was cute when he got angry, you could see how much he needed you. adorable.

you reached over and took your hands and put them on your chest. "forgive me my love, I keep working and sometimes I forget everything, but you are the most important thing," you said caressing howl's arm and making your voice as sweet as possible.

howl sniffled and shook his head, even though his face was flushed by your kind words. after several more apologies and promising caresses, the blond decided to forgive you.

but still, you owe me something, (name)," he pouted, lying down on the bed and getting into a compromising position, pulling back the sheets and revealing his skimpy clothes.

"you're calculating, howl."

"mhmbg, yeah, yeah, ahg!" holw's constant whimpering turned you on even more. as both of your sexes rubbed frenetically. you grabbed the boy's legs and lifted them up to get better access to his desperate cock and part of his entrance.

as you bit your lips, you increased the rubbing and stroking motions against his delicious flesh.

"open your mouth, doll." he did, opening wide and sticking out his tongue. you took three of your fingers and inserted them into his luscious mouth. "suck good, cutie."

you felt your boy's hot tongue and mouth licking and sucking your fingers like never before, as if they were a cock.

"how dirty you look howl, sucking with so much excitement." the blond moaned and nodded as he took your arm and pushed deeper into your fingers.

you looked at his excited cock, which was still being squeezed by your skin, hard, red and licking.

"you turned the boy's slender body around, leaving his ass for you.

you grabbed his butt with both hands and squeezed it hard. you spanked him several times, leaving his skin red.

"mhnn, more, more, more, yes, please…" howl liked to be spanked on his nice ass.

you smiled and pressed your member into his now sticky entrance. after scissoring and running your salivating fingers up and down his little hole.

you started rubbing yourself. "tell me love, i want to hear you."

you said bumping and mimicking lunges, your member sliding and sliding across his luscious flesh. you had him pinned to the mattress of the bed. wanting to have all of him.

"namenamename… you-you know what-i want…"

you grabbed him by the neck and leaned close to his ear. "say it for me, whore… don't play innocent, you literally insunuated yourself for me."

howl whimpered like a wounded kitten, his watery eyes and quivering lips were too tempting. "fuck me, fuck me till I drop… i'm yours, always, always, …. nhg, i need you now!"

[sugar-omi]

reread that one drabble and I can’t stop thinking abt panty thief cove ＿|￣|○ good lord……..

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NO BC I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABT HIM FOR DAYS....

NSFW, fem/afab reader, panty stealing, upskirt pics, jealousy (tad of yandere perhaps?),

imagine cove going shopping with you and you point towards victoria secrets, n he's waiting outside the store, trying to will the blush on his face to go away.

everyone walking by probably thinks he's just your poor boyfriend, who's too embarrassed and shy to be in the store, especially with his girlfriend

but in reality, while he is shy and flustered waiting outside this store for you, his heart is pounding out his chest thinking about what you're buying...

are you gonna buy something lacy? silk, or cotton? are you getting thongs or bikini cuts?

will you get underwear in his favorite colors? oh god that makes his head swim and he can't help but mutter a low "oh god..."

thinks he's gonna faint when he stands up to greet you half way. his eyes flickering between the bag, your face, and floor as he asks if you got everything you needed...

i wanna say that once you two get to the food court, and you leave cove with the bags in order to go buy food, he snoops through the bag quickly to see what you bought. to see what he will try to sneak away with later...

if he does, he's trying to use telepathy to tell his dick to calm the fuck down when he sees what you bought.

but on the other hand... he knows your underwear drawer so well at this point.. that i don't think he needs to snoop through the bag.

when he finally finds the appropriate time to steal your new garments, he's humping the newest pair like a dog.

can't help but wonder if you bought the pair with him in mind. they're a soft cotton with a lacy trim and a sweet baby yellow color.

he likes to think you did, that you thought about him while picking them out. hopes that every time you put them on, you think about him. that you dream about him pulling them off your hips and worshipping your hot, weeping cunt between your trembling thighs...

but i just had another thought...

imagine you have a boyfriend and cove is so fucking jealous. he can't help it, he wishes it was him so bad. that guy isn't good enough for you..

doesn't stop him from his previous activities, though. if anything, it amplifies it.

imagine he's behind you on the stairs, and you'll probably never know this. won't expect it. but he has his phone on silent, and he's behind you, carefully angling his phone to take a video of you up under your skirt...

his heart damn near stops when he sees the lacy, blue underwear under your skirt. again, that greedy, hopeful part of him hopes that you choose that color because it reminds you of his eyes

but when he sees you run over to your boyfriend, throwing your arms around him, his chest burns with jealousy again.

fuck. do you wear that for him? or worse, are you having sex with him already? does he get to pull your underwear aside and fuck you silly?

he hopes not. even so, he knows he probably doesnt fuck you well. he's heard your boyfriends friends talk about their escapades, his friends laughing and doing crude gestures

mm i wonder if your boyfriend is also like his friends, loudly bragging to his friends about your rendezvous and how pretty you are

cove would be so mad. even if he isn't bragging, cove is so mad initially just thinking about your boyfriend seeing you in all those pretty panties you have.

steals the pair you wore today, and he's panting heavily, thrusting up into them so harshly.

can't cum because he's so upset. so angry. so jealous.

ends up pulling out his fleshlight (he refuses to acknowledge that he bought it so he can immerse himself in his fantasies about you)

is holding your panties for his face, his nose filled with the scent of his cum and your juices on the fabric. thrusting up into the toy, imagining it's you

imagining fucking you rough and hard, your face buried in the pillows and your hands tearing at the sheets.

imagining you crying out his name loudly, tears running down your face as you beg him to slow down, beg him to do something, anything, that your pussy is too tender from his rough fucking and sensitive from all the orgasms he gave you

crying sweetly about how he keeps hitting your cervix, that you can't take it. imagines you apologizing...

apologizing for wearing underwear meant for him, for another man. apologizing for another man seeing his girl in his lingerie sets.

imagines only promising to give you reprieve of you promise to not let someone else see you in those panties again. makes you promise that you're his, n only his...

or if your boyfriend is respectful and keeps your intimate details to himself.

mm i also wonder if you've told lee or one of your other friends about the milestones in your relationship

imagine cove overhearing you tell her that your boyfriend didn't make you cum.. that all he did was hump you and "talk dirty" to you (it was all a bunch of cringe one liners that he's definitely picked up from porn vids)

he'd take your latest pair of panties and he's fucking ecstatic knowing your boyfriend can't fuck you good. knowing that you're unsatisfied and needy.

fucks his fist with your panties totally imagining you underneath him, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him while he makes love to you.

treats you so delicately, first pulled you apart with his fingers and tongue and then slowly sunk his cock into you, grinding his hips into you, giving deep, shallow thrusts

even when you start to cry, wanting, needing more. needing him to pick up the pace, do something, anything.

he still doesn't pick up, trying to convey his love to you through his thrusts. imagines whispering in your ear, this is how he'll fuck you on your wedding night.

another thing i was thinking about... is him using your bikini bottoms.

i was originally imagining him stealing your bottoms after your day trip at the beach. you changing at his house, and when he goes to wash off and change after you, he fucks his cock with your bikini bottoms

the water is getting cold because he's so busy fucking himself with your swimsuit, ends up having to wash the salt out his hair in cold water because he was so caught up...

but imagine him using them beforehand..

he goes to change into his swim trunks, and he sees your swimsuit just sitting there.. as if calling his name...

he can't help it. it'd been awhile since he stole your underwear, having been away at his mother's for the longest.

mindlessly ends up using your bottoms, biting his palm as he tries not to moan loudly... doesn't even think twice about it, doesn't even realize it when he's cumming into your bikini bottoms

once he realizes he's panicking. he doesn't even have time to sneak into the bathroom and wash the crotch of your swimsuit out because you're knocking on the door, asking if he's done.

ends up just wiping his cum off the fabric with his t-shirt, thankful that the patterned fabric helps disguise it a bit...

his head is spinning the whole time you're getting ready, his heart pounding... feels like he's gonna have a heart attack when you come down in the swimsuit.

you.. you didn't realize...

he's still freaking out a bit for awhile. but as time goes on, and you're laughing and playing on the beach with your friends...

he's a bit.. proud. you didn't notice his cum in your underwear. you don't know that you're wearing bottoms with his cum on it, his semen so fucking close to your cunt...

he's riding that high for days. wishing he could get away with it again, wishing he could slip his cock under your panties and slide his cock along your wet folds until he's filling up your panties with his load, tugging them up and making you finish your day with his hot cum against your cunt...

but he's so caught up in his own world... it wouldn't be surprising if you caught him eventually. even if you don't, and end up going out with him without suspecting anything, maybe you can help him fulfill some of these fantasies that he couldn't fulfill before...

[fluloa]

Could you possibly write something with a human or Avatar reader + Jake and Tsu'tey?

I love the idea of the possessive love triangle that leads into competitive sex with the reader in the middle 🤭

juuuust thinking abt them fighting over you while they both fuck your brains out. screaming

warnings — threesome, degradation, praise, basically being used as a cocksleeve, overstim, bit of crying, both boys getting pussy drunk FERAL

“Ooh— girl, that’s it. Squeeze just like that, sweetheart,” Jake dazes. You’re sat in his lap, legs whipped open and up in the air with his arms supporting them lazily, fucking you slow and steady with the fat of his cock.

Tsu’tey is in front of you, massaging and licking and kissing at your breasts like some juicy, ripe fruit that he just can’t get enough of. “What a whore of a woman,” he throatily grumbles. “Taking two men at the same time and enjoying it.”

You whine at his cruel words, head tilting back as his teeth grazes the skin of your left breast, then skimming up to swirl his hot tongue around your wet nipple.

“Oh, come on, Tsu’tey,” Jake pants, giving a lazy kiss to your sweat-glistened neck. “Bein’ a good woman for us, huh, sweet girl? Mmph, pussy’s good too, gonna have me cummin’ quick.”

Your hips twitch against him, choking out a moan when his cock hits a deeper spot than before.

“She’ll be full with your baby,” Tsu’tey spits out, giving the middle of your breasts a sloppy kiss. You whimper, walls convulsing around Jake and he laughs, the sound breathy and hot.

“Oh, she liked that. Like the thought of that, baby? Baby with a baby. Gonna be my baby with a baby, hm?” Jake groans, his fingers digging into the perky bone of your hips.

Tsu’tey grunts, shifting his hands to the curve of your waist. “My turn.”

“Nah-ah. Me first,” Jake insists, caging an arm over your tummy and digging his head into the back of your hair and into your hair to drag his point.

“You can have her mouth,” Tsu’tey bites back, attempting to reason but it doesn’t matter because he’s already snatching you from Jake, pulling you off his cock and you make a whine-filled noise at the loss of him.

“See? She’s crying for me. Aren’t you, my sweet girl?” Jake emphasises, a grin stretching at his mouth. Tsu’tey forcibly flips you on all fours, your face in line with Jake’s cock and your pulsing cunt in line with Tsu’tey’s body. The cold air bites at your opening, leaving you a panting, sloppy mess and both men appreciate the scene. Tsu’tey glides a hand along the curve of your ass, thumb pressing ruthlessly at your clit and it has you whining, practically begging for something bigger than that.

Then he grips at your hips, before teasing his cock around your entrance with a loose circle of his hips, and then he pushes in completely, filling you up heavy with the girth of his warm length. Jake watches the way your face contorts in pleasure, and a jealousy flares up his chest. “Hey, baby, eyes on me. You gonna take both of us? Gonna make me happy too?”

You nod lazily, head flopping down as your eyelashes flutter and you look so damn adorable and fuckable, he could bust a nut just at the view of you. But he doesn’t, and he grips your jaw, directing you to his angry tip that oozes clear, slightly glowed pre-cum.

“Looks good, huh?” Jake mumbles before begins to push your head lower, taking him into the sweet hot cavern of your mouth. “Ah, just suckle it, easy, easy… mm, there we go. Yeah, uh-huh, that’s a girl…”

Tsu’tey pushes the middle of your back down, creating an arch and he begins a pace, a pace that is tougher and less forgiving than Jake’s, a pace that has your elbows wobbling from underneath you. “Exkin," Tsu'tey breathes out. Tight.

"Warm too. Ain't that right? Huh, girl?" Jake tilts his head down to you, lowering you onto his cock pretending you can talk with it stuffed down your mouth. Tsu'tey slams his cock into your pussy, leading for a moan to erupt from your throat and vibrate against Jake's dick. He grunts, wiping hair out from your face and tucking it behind your ear. The sight of your perfect little lips wrapped tightly around his cock makes his head spin, makes it twitch in your mouth and as him threading his fingers through your tangled hair.

"Little moaning mess." Tsu'tey sighs, giving your thigh a slap and you jolt, dipping Jake's cock furthur down your mouth and the damp tip smacks the back of your throat. "So beautiful, and greedy, you're sucking me in hard. Loving my cock, mm?"

Jake chuckles under his breath, giving your chin a jolt upwards to see your face better. "She's lovin' mine more. Ain't that right, sweet girl? Say you love it more for me." He prods you, giving your cheek a single gentle pat like some sort of father giving his kid a piece of reassurance. You only produce a whimpery moan in response. "Taking that as a yes."

"I took it as a no," Tsu'tey murmurs and leans his head over to start trailing possessive kisses down the upper of your back, leaving a trail of spikey goosebumps on his way. "My cock is the one that's in her pussy."

Your ears perk up to the sound of a low growl vibrating from Jake's chest, and when you gather enough strength to look up, his eyes are darkened with fury. It is not easy to share a female amongst two men, especially if it's Jake and Tsu'tey. It's only a matter of time before things take an instinctive side. Only a matter of time before they start fighting over you.

You poor girl. You’re absolutely getting tossed around, and just trying to get a release when all they’re doing is snatching you away from the other man, and slipping their cocks into your sweet pussy before it gets whipped away from you again. And it’s a cycle. Jake’s cock is in you, and then nothing, then Tsu’tey’s is in you, and then nothing again. Acting like two vicious dogs fighting over a big, juicy bone.

“Had her first. She even wants me more, look at this face,” she grabs at your chin with his thick fingers, shoving your face up to Tsu’tey, shaking it a little and you can’t even bother to complain at the humiliation.

“That is a face of boredom. She needs me, not you!” Tsu’tey snaps, pushing Jake’s body and making him straight up fall onto his ass, straight into the dirt. As Tsu’tey prepares to take you from behind, fingers just grazing at your skin, Jake pounces onto him, tossing him aside. A hiss even leaves his mouth, caging your exhausted body in his arms as his dick slips half into your cunt.

You wonder if you’d ever be able to actually get fucked for more than ten seconds now.

[vampsturns]

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 (𝐩𝐭 :𝟏)⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 : ̗̀➛ you see matt at a party he continues to stare at you in your dress as you are with your friends out trying to finally get out after your nasty break up when he came trying to flirt with you and knowing what was going to happen you try shutting him down...

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! : ̗̀➛ flirting, talking abt sexual content, talking about alcohol (matt!angry of rejection reader!shutting down) ending a little smut no real sex, no use of y/n (name will be vivian☺️) MATTS ABLE TO DRINK IN THIS STORY

𝐩𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬! : ̗̀➛ this is my first story so i'll try my best n yes there will be a part 2 cause i'm mean☺️ (THE PART 2 WILL HAVE SMUT CAUSE IM VERY NICE) but don't judge cause i thought of this so randomly🙉 i watched an edit n though of this☺️ (here is the edit) go on with the story....

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i walk into the party getting a full whiff of alcohol and smoke making me cough "cmon girl" i heard my friend say gripping into my hand pulling me with her "where are we going?" i asked through waving my hand trying to move the smoke to see better as she pulls me to the table of alcohol

"girl you need to loosen up! have some of this" she said to me pouring some type of alcohol into a cup passing it to me after and pouring herself some "what the hell is this?" i said swirling the cup looking at the drink "probably some vodka cmon try it!"

i swallow my saliva hard a bit scared but ready as i grip on my red solo cup "shot it!" she half yelled at me as i get sick of her hurrying and just downed it making my throat some what burn "yes girl!" she said making the end of yes come out longer as she chugged her vodka

she cheers as music blasts and body's all around the room dance some on the couch dry humping eachother making me gag a bit as i know most of the people around me are drunk "get me another shot i do not need to remember this tomorrow" i said earning a giggle from her as she pours us another shot i look around most people making out walking into rooms for privacy most drinking and dancing

"vivian? hey!" i hear my friend nina day before waving her hand in my face "girl you totally just zoned out" she says hee hand out giving me my cup i fully down the shot a slight burning sensation in my throat as i go to the table to find a soda or something "hey girl i'm gonna go dance meet me over there" she says before running off

i find a can of sprite opening it "thank god" i say under my breath turning around to look for nina through the crowd i sip on my sprite walking around looking for her, not long until i find her dancing crazy i walk over giggling as she slurs her words "you won't guess what happened"

she says as i nod my head towards her telling her to contine "some guys just bought me shots and we just danced!" she giggled as i rolled my eyes "he was really hott" she said before stumbling getting back up and dancing like nothing had happened she was right when she said she was a weird drunk

"come dance!" she yelled as the speakers blasted in our ears as we both danced "this party's an okay fun right?" i ask her as she just nods before take a hint started blasting on the speakers causing her to gasp "holy shit this is my favorite song!" she says she she starts to twirl as i slightly dance to the beat

in the corner of my eye i can see a man staring at me as he walks over to me slowly i ignore him and continue to dance with nina "hey" he said to me as the first words of the song "𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐦 𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞" start to play i rolled my eyes as that's quite my situation but this guys was a bit hot his hair was fluffed out he was in a brown and beige shirt with brown cargo pants his hands in his pockets i look to my side to see nina is gone as i look back at him

"hi" i say awkwardly fidgeting with my fingers as i look behind the boy to see nina kissing some random guys making me roll my eyes and go back to looking the guy "sorry but have we met?" he says as he grabs my hand a bit "heh.. i don't think so" i say knowing where this is going... sex.

"let me introduce myself.... i'm matthew but call me matt hm?" he said getting close to me i felt as my dress was getting tighter my legs a bit shaky and my hands sweaty as his hand make their way through my arms "vivian but some people call me vivi.." i said stuttering in between words his hands land on my hips making mini circles around the area "im sorry but im not really looking for this right now.." i say trying to back up as he pulls me back in.

"cmon sweetheart a little play won't hurt" his hands start moving towards my thighs my face so close i smell the alcohol in his breath "i'm serious i don't want sex" i say pushing him away i look at his eyes go from my pushed up tits in my dress to my eyes "get a fucking mint fuckface" i say showing up the middle finger on my right hand moving to the kitchen

i scoff as i walk to the counter seeing a couple beers stacked and some packed in the boxes i grab a beer and quickly open it up looking at the beer as my fingers fidget with the coldness of the bottle "corona" it said in bold letters i look over at the party as i take a sip of my beer seeing matt as he says dancing with another girl which made me roll my eyes

"fucking bitch" i huff under my breath as i see him lock eyes with me

i hear people quickly walk in the kitchen which make my head quickly move to see a bunch of guys in girls most drunk getting beers and shots i couldn't hear their conversations but one stood out to me a guy blackish brown hair in jeans and white shirt opening a beer quickly before sipping it.

we both ended up locking eyes as he started to walk to stand next to me i could tell matt was still watching me from the corner of my eye which weirded me out as the guy next to me started small talk "hey how you liking the party?" he asked me which made me tilt my head towards him "it's okay i'm not really that into party's my friend forced me here" i say chuckling

"you look great by the way.. my names brandon yours?" he said making me blush a bit "vivian" i said looking at him as he leaned a bit towards me "what about you how are you liking the party?" i asked "pretty good" he said before moving in front of me "by any chance you got a boyfriend?" shit.

"no we broke up a few weeks ago-" i barley got my words out before his beer was on the counter and his arms were wrapped around my hips which startled me i felt a warm sensation on my neck which made me shiver was this guy drunk or something?! he was hot and all but why am i letting him do this after i rejected that one guy

his hands were roaming my body most of his friends had left only one or two stayed which made us all alone my hands went to his hair but what about the one guy what was his name... matt!

holy fuck were my only thoughts when the guy that was on me a few seconds ago got punched "matt?!" i yelled as i look at brandon wiping away the blood on his lip "what the fuck is up with you dude?" he yelled towards matt who had grabbed me tightly and kept me by his side "man fuck this" brandon yelled as he walked off grabbing his beer on his way

"what the-" i say as i look towards matt cut off as matt had just slapped my cheek my eyes widened as i looked at him "what is your problem i'm not even your girlfriend?" i yell as he grabs my hips and moves me towards the fridge "how was he huh?" he growled his grip getting tighter "i wasn't gonna have sex with him i said i don't want sex!" i yell trying to push him off of me

matt started to kiss on my neck harder than brandon had making me gasp i don't know but this had felt much better than brandon which confused me "you only want me for sex u fucker" as much as i wanted to have sex with someone i wasn't gonna give my pride for a one night stand i tried my best trying to get out of his grip as i just let it happen

i felt his lips move up my neck as his hands moved down my hips.. this was kinda hot to me but i don't understand how i barley like this guy but if i was gonna have a one night stand it's him.

"fuck" i slightly whimpered squeezing my thighs as matt's actions were getting me wetter than i imagined "you like this huh?" he said in between kisses before letting his hands go from my thighs to my panties which were drenched "all this just cause i gave you a couple kisses" he said as i moaned under his touch

i couldn't believe i was about to let this man have sex with me but her i am a moaning mess under him and i had no shame

"please" i moaned as he rubbed my inner thigh "please what" he teased smirking as he looked into my eyes "please just fuck me" i say letting my head land on the fridge door "come on" he said gripping my hand pulling me from my horny trance and speed running through the crowd to upstairs "where are we going" i say before i was thrown into a room "don't worry about it" he said before closing the door quickly and locking it

i was really about to have sex with this man...

𝐩𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬! : ̗̀➛ i kinda hate this but if you do want a part 2 just let me know cause i got some ideas but here's my first story☺️

[semicolonsspace]

hi hi, i saw that u asked for requests so i was thinking abt hate sex with stiles.. like u guys have hated eachother since elementary and now u guys are in highschool but there’s a lot of tension and reader does the last thing to tic him off and yeah. i didn’t really know how to put this in words srry😭

No No! I get you, Angry Stiles is hot; Let's try it! Warnings: Grinding, p in v, fingering, degradation Scott and Lydia hear everything from the other room, Blood kink if you squint?

Y/n was best friends with Lydia Martin her whole life. Ever since she bumped into Lydia at the playground when you were young. Y/n loved her, and she would do anything for Lydia. That being said, Y/n would scare the boys away for her. Lydia had this guy named Stiles Stilinski who was rumored to be obsessed with her. That being said, Y/n hated him. There was no way, this scrawny guy would get through Y/n to her. Not on her watch.

Stiles knew how close she was with Lydia, and he hated her that just more because of it. Like seriously, she was always there. Everywhere Lydia was, Y/n was there. That killed him, he had no chance with Lydia because of Y/n. Not like he even tried to go after Lydia. He liked Y/n, but she was mean to her so he was mean back.

Stiles had his eyes out for Y/n ever since he saw Lydia and you in science class in seventh grade.

Y/n sat at the lacrosse practice with Lydia as she was cheering for her friends Scott and Stiles. Unfortunately, Lydia made Y/n cheer with her, having you help her hold up a sign with her. Y/n didn't know why she had to do so, she didn't complain as it was pissing Stiles off even more somehow.

Stiles stood on the field, sweat dripping from his forehead. He glared at her from afar before he focused back on the game. Y/n felt his glare and smirked, having bothered him even more while not even having to try.

That was before Y/n looked up to the mystery sign that read "Scott for the win!" Y/n laughed knowing why he was angered now.

Y/n fixed her hair quickly, pulling it into a ponytail. A smirk was on her face, turning into a huge smile as Scott made a goal. The two girls cheered louder, Scott smiled before looking at his best friend and shaking his head.

"Damn, what is Stiles doing? He kind of sucks," Y/n says pointing to the face that he was just standing there glaring at you.

"Only you would notice how much Stiles sucks," Lydia smirks. Y/n rolled her eyes and flipped her off before the two laughed it off.

After the game, she followed Lydia; They ended up arriving at Stiles' house and Y/n groaned. "Why do we have to be at his house? His house smells like a hormonal teenager and axe body spray."

"You described his smell." Lydia stared at you. "And our team won, that's why; We're celebrating." She grabs her by the wrist and drags her into the house.

Y/n eyes follow the decorations around the house, noticing how it looked pretty homey. Her eyes landed on Scott and Stiles before glancing at the TV. Star Wars was playing. "You got to be kidding me. We're watching a kid's show."

Stiles scoffs and flips you off. Stiles sat on the couch, his legs manspreading. His arms are crossed as one hand holds the finger. "You can always just leave."

Y/n shrugs. "So, I won't be able to torture you with my amazing presence? I don't think so." She plops next to him, making his legs close. He groans before scooting away from you.

During the movie, her leg bounces fanatically. Stiles slaps his hand on her bare thigh and squeezes. She gasps. "I swear to gosh, stop shaking your damn leg. It's shaking the damn couch."

She punches his shoulder, "How was that for shaking? Shut the fuck up, can't you see I'm trying to watch this dumb movie?"

"If it's so dumb then why don't you go do something useful and get us some drinks?" Stiles sighs. She doesn't say anything, stands up, and walks to the kitchen. She searches the cabinets for drinks and groans.

"Are you that dumb? It's in the fridge." Stiles says grabbing your hand from the cabinet handle. His hand lingers, grabbing your wrist.

"Says you. I saw you at the game, you sat there staring at me the whole game."

Stiles groans at her her hand suddenly slapping his face. "Get off me."

Stiles grabs at her, holding her hands behind her back, and pushes her on the counter. She hissed at the cold contact against her stomach. She squirms trying to release her wrists and gives up after a bit.

"You look better like this," He whispers into her ear. His hot breath tickles her ear. "All helpless and pathetic, look at you," He purrs. His voice was low and raspy, showing how much enjoyment he was getting out of this.

Her mind submits to his words, going blank. The only words on her mind were him, his breath against her ears, His cock against her core.

"You know I can feel your excitement against me," She fights back. She squirms trying to release her hands again. He moves one hand, holding her wrists on her back. His other goes for her hair and he thrusts his jean-covered cock against her. His grip on her ponytail pulls her face toward him, her back arching in the process.

"You think this is for you?" He breathes into her cheek. She shutters at the feel.

A smirk forms on her face. "Yeah, I think I do." Her hips go backward into him. He groans low, his cock twitching at the sensation.

"Maybe it is, Maybe it's always been you," he admits softly against her ear.

Y/n pauses before continuing to struggle. His free hand goes to her shorts, shoving his finger behind the hem and pulling it. The slap of the hem against her hips makes her whimper. "You hear that? A pathetic whore is enjoying being toyed with."

Her hips grind back into him, wanting any pleasure that she could get. His hips back away, his hand slowly tickling down the sewn stitch. His fingers find her clit and start to tease her through the cloth. "I can feel how wet you are," he growls. "Who's the cause of that?"

She responds with a moan, the pressure against her clit going straight to her head. Her mouth is open and he turns her face to look at her. He licks her lip, his teeth grazing her lip. His lip pierces into it, a red tint oozing from her lip. In a growl, his lips connect with hers, his fingers still working his magic against her bundle of nerves.

His fingers move her shorts to the side, sliding two fingers into her. Her hole welcomes his fingers, clenching around his long slim fingers. His fingers curl, hitting her G-spot.

She moans into the kiss. The vibration emitted through his chest and to his twitching cock. His tongue rubs against her cut lip, the iron taste tainting his senses.

He releases the kiss, kisses following down her jaw. "I asked you a question, baby." His voice was stern.

"You're fucking dad did." Stiles' fingers pause, leaving the her pussy. He quickly licks the juices off before he unbuckles his jeans with his free hand.

"You're gonna regret that." His dick was at her entrance, teasing against her folds. He spread them, allowing his clock to enter her. His cock slams into her, his free hand covering her mouth so she couldn't scream. She moans from the stretch. His cock kisses her cervix before sliding out and kissing it once more. He thrusts into her making her go limp. Her head was held up by his hold on her ponytail was the only thing keeping it up.

"Be quiet and I'll let go." She nods frantically. His hand lets go and her hands grip on to the counter. His other hand still holds her ponytail up, and she locks eyes with him. Sweat trickled down his face, his mouth open with pleasure. His groans exit with each thrust. "You're the cause of it," Y/n admits. His mouth curls up and opens a smile.

"I know I am," He says cockily. Skin slaps were heard as he pounded harder into her. Her hands tighten against the counter as the rubberband builds. She attempts to talk but gets cut off from him.

"Fuck, I can feel you clench around me," His hand finds her back, pushing it against the counter. Stars visit her vision as the pressure of his cock rubs against her cervix and her wet ridges.

His hand removes from her hair and rubs her clit, her body squirming in pleasure. "Fuck, I-" She screams as she finishes. His thrust doesn't stop, going faster into her. The overstimulation burned inside of her. She clenches around him, her cunt gripping him tight. "You're so fucking-" His cock exits last second as warm thick liquid falls onto her back.

"You bitch, that was my shirt, asshole."

A hand slaps her ass, a squeak coming from her. "Shut it." His hands tear at the shirt, a new shirt going onto her post-orgasm-dazed body.

The shirt was warm, snuggling against her body. He picks her up and walks past Lydia and Scott. His naked torso was warm protecting her limp body.

"Finally you guys are done, that was horrendous," Lydia yells. Scott's eyes were wide open, his face on the TV as his face was red.

[erxxi3]

Hey Hey Bl1ss! I have a request in mind if you'd like to hear it.!

RE4 Leon taking reader on a boat ride in the middle of the river, thinking it would be a romantic date, tossing each other into the river and having fun, ending up in a steamy session in the boat after having their fun 😏

OMFG YESS!!!

This is gonna sound weird but like what if this actually happened… I can’t stop think abt it omg!

— Lakeside Romance

Pairings: R4r Leon x Fem! Reader

— (Boyfriend & Girlfriend) or (Husband & Wife)

Summary: Leon taking the reader out on a romantic yacht date (more of a honeymoon) and end up in a steamy session (Basically what the request said)

Cw: Fluff to Smut, honeymoon/romantic date w leon, soft leon and him just being the best ever, kissing, dom! Leon x sub! Reader dynamic, p in v, unprotected sex, slight praise, cream pie, and just fucking on a yacht with leon. PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING AND NOT PROOF READ!

Character count: 10.5k

Today was the day, the day you spend time with Leon.

It was a sunny morning on a easy afternoon you and Leon had just got off work, starting to pack backs for a couple days just to get a breather once in a while. Leon had planned the perfect date for you on his yacht and taking you to the middle of the river for a romantic evening together.

The sun was setting, and the sky was painted with shades of pink and orange. As they arrived at the yacht, Leon helped you aboard and showed you all around. The boat was equipped with two cozy bedrooms, a big kitchen, and two bathrooms. Having brought some food and drinks for the two of you to enjoy while cruising down the river.

Everything was going as planned until Leon suggested to jump into the water and cool off due to how hot it was. You were a little hesitant at first, but Leon convinced you pretty well, and jumped into the refreshing water. Splashing around, laughing and enjoying each other's company. He playfully tossed you into the water, and you reacted by doing the same to him. The fun both of you were having would be described as the best time of your life, so much fun that you guys didn't even notice the sun had set, and it was getting dark.

Climbing back onto the yacht, as wet clothes clung to your bodies, and not being able to deny the tension between the both likes of you. Heading towards into the bedroom, but things quickly escalated into a heated argument after you’d stripped yourself off from your wet clothes in front of him. You knew that he wanted something, had heard it from his tone when you suggested that you could just take care of it yourself.

Of course that was one thing that would never happen. You weren’t exactly an amateur with what you did, nor were you one of those women who didn’t know their own business. In fact, there were quite a few occasions where your relationship with him was so much different than that of most people around.

His hands roamed roughly all over you as he tried to find some way of relieving himself of the lustful desire that consumed him. He wanted this, you knew that for sure. But he was trying to act like he wasn’t, and it seemed that nothing you said ever made a difference with him. It always came to this, you knew. The need.

The frustration. And yet, you couldn’t help it.

His touch on you made your skin tingle, and if it weren’t for how angry he was at you for ruining such good mood, you might have kissed him or done anything else that he asked of you to satisfy his needs. As it was, you just stood by as he got what he desired, letting out little moans, and whimpers as he pleasured you. And eventually, he stopped, breathing hard, his face flushed red.

Leon still held you tightly to his chest until finally he broke away, heading out into the lounge to get dressed. A small smile played across your lips as you watched him disappear behind the closed door of the bedroom. Your body shook slightly, and you took another deep breath. It was going to be alright. Things were bound to turn around soon enough. After all, you were in the right here.

All you’d really taken advantage of was the fact that he thought you were a virgin. That wouldn’t last forever though, would it?

No, no, there was plenty more time for you to do this with him. It wasn’t like you had to wait forever for something like that anyway. You would have plenty more opportunities. And after this, things would be alright again, once the two of you worked your relationship through. There was no reason to rush into it. You had lots of time left now. Plenty of opportunities to take full advantage of his sexual needs.

You sat down onto the bed, your legs dangling down onto the mattress below. Your body was igniting in a flame where you needed him the most, and it wasn’t long before you heard the click of the lock as he turned it off. He came walking slowly into the room, taking in the sight before him as he approached the side of the bed where you lay, still clothed in the soaked fabric of the dress. Taking a seat beside you, his hand brushed yours gently, his thumb stroking your wrist while his other rested comfortably on your thigh.

Smiling softly up at you, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. Then Leon pressed closer to you, kissing you on the mouth. His tongue entered your mouth, exploring your mouth hungrily, as he moved his hand lower between your legs, his thumb finding its spot within moments. You gasped lightly, unable to stop the moan that slipped past your lips at his ministrations. He chuckled, his fingers brushing across your panties before he pulled them down completely, leaving you naked as he moved to unzip his pants.

Leon looked down at you again with a smirk, “This is gonna take some getting used to, huh? Now let me show you how much of a gentleman I am. We’ll emd with this as finishing our date tonight, yeah?” You nodded eagerly in response to his words. You were desperate for his attention. So eager that you didn’t even notice the look of disgust that crossed his features as he stared at you. You were too busy focusing on the pleasure that he was giving you.

You were too focused on the feeling of his fingers inside you, pushing deeper and deeper, making you feel like you were about to explode. You needed more. Needed him closer, needed everything that he was, right there next to you, in front of you… “Ahah… I think you like it here…” He muttered as he felt the knot begin to tighten and contract, his fingers dancing in between your folds as you writhed beneath him in need and moaning continuously.

He chuckled softly again. His eyes were hooded and filled with lust as he lowered his head, pressing kisses down your throat, your chest, down further along your stomach. He trailed his tongue along the top of your underwear as he continued downward, moving lower and lower still as you squirmed underneath him.

You whimpered quietly, your entire body tensing as the orgasm began to roll through your nerves. Soon, you were shaking, panting harshly as tears welled up in your eyes. Everything felt incredible. Like nothing you had ever experienced before. He reached out, removing his jeans, sliding them slowly down his hips, until they landed with a light thud against the floor.

Leon stood there for a moment longer, looking down at you as you shivered beneath him, biting his lip seductively. He grinned as he bent down, kissing you passionately, his tongue licking your bottom lip, his teeth grazing your upper one. “Don’t worry. This ain’t over just yet~” With that he picked you up, carrying you over to the bed, tossing you down onto the fluffy sheets without warning.

He quickly followed, pinning you to the bed as his hand removed your underwear all the way off of ypu throwing it onto the floor , running along your inner thigh before stopping to trace circles against the center of your sex. You arched your back, moaning into his ear as your hands clenched at the sheets. He is now in control of everything around him, and the inability to get what it mattered the most, you. His lack of restraint, and his refusal to let go. That’s why he hadn’t been able to sleep for the past couple nights he had work.

The desire had gotten the best of him, and you could only imagine what his body must have felt like, how hot he had felt as he touched your sensitive flesh. You were ready to be ridden as often as you wished. Your body begged to be taken. Wanted it badly. And it made sense that you were so needy after spending months with him. You were his. You belonged to him. And he was going to make sure that you knew it.

Leon pushed himself up, hovering above you, his eyes darkening as he gazed down at you. He smiled, leaning down to kiss you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he ran his hands down your sides, resting them on your hips and pulling you upwards. Reaching for his cock as he pulled away, he started to thrust downwards, his erect cock pushing in deeper, then being pulling it out and pressing his face into your neck as his hips moved faster, rutting hard and fast into you.

You wrapped your arm behind his neck, tugging his head towards you as you moaned loudly, wanting him closer and closer to completion. You needed the feeling he brought to your life, your body throbbed with need and you could barely hold on any longer. You wanted release.

Your body shook uncontrollably. Waves of pleasure rocked through your body as he buried himself deeper inside of you, his movements becoming harder and rougher with each thrust. He gripped your ass, keeping you pressed tightly against him as he continued to ram his cock into you. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he did this, drawing blood with each stroke of your nails across his skin, sending sharp, jolts of ecstasy throughout his body as he drove himself into you, almost to the point of breaking apart with each thrust.

Nearing each of your climaxes, he could feel it in the tightening of your pussy around him and in the way his thighs trembled as he pounded into you hard. His diamond blue eyes were staring intently at your flushed face. “Shit~ I’m so close…” He groaned , gripping your cheeks with both hands, his thumb running along your bottom lip as he spoke. “Are you close my sweetgirl?” You responded with a quick nod, your arms wrapping around his shoulders tightly, holding on tightly to him, begging him “Don’t stop….please don’t s-stop.” But he couldn’t help himself anymore. He had to have you now. The noises of skin slapping filled the room, although it was nothing to worry about since it's just the two of you.

“Come for me, baby.. Come for me!” he whispered with a low groan, while his face buried deep into your neck as his hips pistoned forward, his muscles flexing powerfully. You cried out, intense pleasure taking over your nerves causing you to shake violently, It was so strong, so intense that it caused his cock to jerk inside of you, shooting his load straight inside your tight walls, spilling his cum deep inside you.

His grip loosened around your waist as his body collapsing next to you, his breathing heavy as he panted into your neck. Leon pulled away from you then, his head resting upon your shoulder, his fingers tracing patterns across your back. You looked up at him, smiling lovingly at him as your heart raced. You were absolutely breathless from the experience. You could hardly believe that you hadn't had any prior experiences to compare to this with.

Then suddenly you remembered something. He kissed you, the first time in forever since you kissed him…

Was that when that night changed? Was that when he realized?

Had the passion and want for you been enough to break through whatever was standing in his way?

It seemed so. It had broken down the wall you'd spent a good portion of the last six weeks putting together, and you wondered if there could possibly be more. He wouldn't tell you though. He was content having you like this - with your breasts exposed, your nipples hardened by his kisses, and a look of complete bliss written all over your face eyes rolled back and everything. He would never allow himself to ruin such perfect girl.

He loved you too much.

And he would keep loving you forever.

You sighed contently, nuzzling your head against his shoulder, snuggling into his side, your hand stroking his hair. “I love you” you whispered, your heart racing as you felt him shift against you, his weight shifting on top of you. “I love you too, baby. So damn much” he chuckled against your neck, pressing another soft kiss against your skin before rolling away from you, laying down beside you as he wrapped an arm around your torso. He pressed kisses to the tops of your heads, whispering “goodnight love.” to both of you before closing his eyes.

A/N: I may have went a little overboard get it, but anyways hope you like it and this took me a awful while to complete. Thank you for requesting! <3

[liesmyth]

#mercylives au? like either john finds out abt dios apate earlier or she doesn't go through w killing him

alas I can't come up with 5 distinct headcanons about this one because all my "no dios apate" AUs all end in mutually destructive nasty sex (believe me. I've thought about it).

So I give you... #mercycomesback

Mercy gets her heart exploded but her soul lingers. In the moments immediately after her death, there's enough left of her left that John can tug at it. Her body is kind of in shambles but it can be fixed. He's god. So he just shoves her back in

(He's still angry and spiteful and self-pitying and deluded but bringing her back gets Augustine to fall into line nicely)

Mercy is even angrier. She was betrayed; the possibility of revenge was taken from her; even her death was taken from her. She dipped her soul into the River for a hot second and it wasn't pleasant. She's hurt, she's thirsty for revenge, she wants to claw John's eyes out and eat his liver. The caveat is that dying and being shoved back in has unmade something within her. Her eyes are a different colour. Whatever was left of Cristabel's soul inside her slipped away. She's not a Lyctor anymore.

ngl this is just an excuse to prompt an existential crisis in someone who's been immortal for millennia, and hated it, or thought she did, but now that she's mortal again she's ???? sort of coming to terms with that. How does it feel to be just a human. I'm also always hinking about Mercy calling Gideon an abomination and I think they should have a conversation about that

this is ALSO an excuse to somehow end up with Mercymorn on the Ninth while the River demons attack. Maybe Phrrya spirited her out of the Mithraeum and she ended up there somehow. IDk. But it's very important to be that Mercymorn is there when the Tomb opens

[jenniferjareauwife]

im sorry to keep asking you to write more but i am so obsessed with it, would you write andrew spreading awful rumors at school abt jj's daughter and jj dealing with it

Rumors

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

word count: 607

age: 16

summary: andrew is now spreading rumors about you

a/n: i wanna write a pt4 with the rage room

I got home and slammed the door, tears running down my face after 20 minutes of holding them back on the bus. "Hey baby- what's wrong?" My mom stood up from the couch, slamming her laptop closed when she saw my tears.

"I'm not going back there. I'm not going to school ever again. You can't make me-"

"Shh. Just slow down. Take a breath, ok?" I shook my head, throwing my backpack across the room. "Honey. You need to take a deep breath." Her voice was stern but I knew she was worried. "Ok. Now talk to me. What's going on?"

"Andrew."

"Ok? What did he do? Did he text you? It hasn't been two months yet?"

"No. He didn't text me. I blocked his number but he's spreading rumors about me at school."

"Oh." I saw her heart drop through her facial features. "Oh my God, what is he saying?"

"He's saying I cheated on him and that I'm a whore and that I had sex with all of his friends. Basically he said we all had an orgy. It just makes me mad. The only upside is that some people now think he's gay. Because who else would have sex with all their friends?" My mom laughed softly.

"Is that all you're feeling?"

"No! I'm angry as hell and I want to beat his ass!" Hot tears were flowing down my face. I couldn't tell if I was angry or sad or both. "Don't tell me to take a breath, ok? I need to let it out."

"Ok then. Let it out. Do you need to scream? You can scream at me if you need to honey, I'm here."

"I don't want to scream at you. I just want to punch his ugly face."

"Give me one second." She went upstairs and came back down about five minutes later. She had a picture of Andrew taped to a pillow.

"What's this?"

"You can punch his face."

"Mom this is the stupidest thing."

"It'll help. I promise. Trust me on this honey, ok?" I sighed and hesitated before stepping back and punching the pillow as hard as I could. It helped a bit but it wasn't satisfying. "Helped a bit?"

"Only a bit." I flopped down on the couch, feeling fresh tears flow down my face. "I'm not a whore."

"I know you're not a whore." Her voice softened and she threw the pillow across the room. She sat down next to me on the couch, trying to put her arms around me but I didn't let her.

"I don't want to be touched right now mom." She nodded, backing away a bit.

"Are you ok though?"

"Do you think I'm ok?" I snapped.

"Ok. Dumb question. I'm sorry." She sighed but I shook my head.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped."

"You're allowed to snap. Your ex boyfriend is spreading horrible rumors about you. You're allowed to yell. I know it's not personal, ok? You can take it out on me if you need to. I'm fine with that."

"I don't want to take it out on you."

"Well you have to let it out somehow."

"Not like that though." I curled up in a ball on the edge of that couch. "I'll just...go to the gym or something."

"Rage room?" My eyebrows raised.

"A rage room? Oh my God please that would help so much! Can we please go?" I pleaded.

"Yeah we can go. I'll book an appointment, ok?" I nodded and smiled to myself. Thinking about smashing Andrew's face with a sledgehammer was very appealing right now.

"Thanks mom."

"Of course."

[biggie-chcese]

yuma cockhead

yuma cockhead.... his silhouette is pretty dick shaped in a way thanks to that haircut now that i think abt it

ANYWAY YUMA SHIPS!!! I LOVE A LOT OF THOSE (spoilers below)

NDA

Shinigami- 10/10 i love these two a lot and they're everything 2 me and i am very much enamored by the idea of a pair sharing mind and body. do yall think they had freaky mind se-

Yakou- 20/10 i have rambled before so ill refrain here but the angst potential mixed with the funny roommates potential is everything to me. i feel So Many things about them. they should have pathetic cringefail sex all the time <3

Halara- 9.8/10 i really love them deeply, especially how easily yuma breaks through halara's walls. the only reason points have been docked at all is because theyre not at the forefront of my mind

Desuhiko- 5/10 i only really like them in memes otherwise i kinda dont care

Fubuki- 8/10 theyre sooo cute together and i love how patient and sweet yuma is with her and how much she opens yuma's mind!!! also just not at the front of my mind but it is a banger ship. anyway can we start calling them kokoclock

Vivia- 20/10 OH BABY... fellas is it gay to be narrative foils? is it gay to change each others' outlook on life and truth and peace and happiness? also this fucking height difference makes me crazy

Kurumi- solid 2/10 i dont hate it but i dont like it either. the game makes me dislike it but ive seen some good fanon stuff. i think it's at its best if kurumi has a one-sided fangirl crush that's lowkey creepy but not outright yandere

Amaterasu

Makoto- 20/10 OUGHHH... i Really like this one. rattling them in my brain all the time. there's something i find deeply interesting in the way that they Truly understand each other. it's even easier to see ones own flaws and needs from an outsider's point of view, and i think that's a Really Good Thing for the world's most emotionally constipated minds

Yomi- 8/10 this one is extremely self indulgent to me because i think angry yuma is... really good. i want them to have nasty hatesex where they try to kill each other

Swank- 5/10 because erm uhhh. this has a very Specific appeal to me sorry. i want a lot of things to happen to yuma. swank should burn cigars on yuma's skin and then shotgun smoke with him in a seedy motel after yuma has made several bad choices in a row

Fake Zilch- 5/10 kind of similar reasoning to swank. not elaborating

the rest of the peacekeepers- idk man 2/10 or something i do not give a fuck about these ships but it's yuma so im open to them

Train Detectives

Real Zilch- 4/10 ive seen cute art but im mostly indifferent

Aphex- 5/10 i like that aphex is mean to yuma he should bully him More

Pucci- 3/10 the scene where their hands touched annoyed me i didnt want pucci to be a love interest. and then a more annoying love interest plot came afterwards so i guess that's how it goes. i dont care man idc

Zange- idk like 2/10. i dont care.

Melami- 4.5/10 i like that the first thing she did was grope yuma on sight. realest shit of all time. speak your truth, girl

Misc

Shachi- 4.5/10 i think it's a bit hot that shachi looks like he could snap yuma like a wafer stick. also i once drew them fucking once so now im attached

Nun- 4/10 i read one particularly good fic

The Literal Book of Death- 5/10 i read one particularly good fic

Ramen Shop Owner- 6/10 it would be really, really funny. besides yuma ramenhead deserves at least some good head from number one for literally solving kanai ward for him

aaand that's everything i feel like giving an opinion about! if you're curious about any others, assume i'm indifferent. thanks for asking!