#what a nice meaty word. really sounds like exactly what it is

[today-i-am-thinking-about]

unguents

[whatthefishh]

He was reading a book.

It was peculiar, really, seeing him in such a state of concentration, his dark eyes scanning the words with a kind of urgency you'd never seen before.

The paperback book easily bent to his will in his hand, thick fingers curled under the spine. You knew exactly what those fingers were capable of, how they played you skillfully—far better than he could play the guitar that leaned against his desk in his dorm.

You sat across from him, placing your bag over the table with more force than necessary to grab his attention. His eyes flicked to yours immediately, quickly scanning over your outfit choice of the day before settling back on his book. There was a slight curve to his lips.

You snorted, plopping down on the chair and adjusting your skirt. It was a nice day, and you wouldn't let it go to waste with a pair of sweats.

"So?" you questioned, "what's the problem?" You'd seen his text during class, asking you to meet him in the library as soon as the professor dismissed you.

"There wasn't a problem before," he tossed the book aside suddenly, "I just needed help with an assignment...but now there is a problem."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Rydal gestures below the table, "The skirt," he grinned, "It's nice, but I'm sure it'd look better off of you than on."

Can you hear that? The sound of me losing my shit?

THICK FINGERS BENDING THE PAPERBACK TO HIS WILL!!

The guitar headcanon!! The smirk!! What’s with Rydal and a pair of legs good lord this boy drives me nuts he’s such a Neanderthal 😂🤍

I can’t tell you the noise that left my mouth at the last line.

Caro is this fanfiction based on my fanfiction because what a gift ❤️❤️

So lemme just —

This is why you aren’t allowed to study together.

That self assured smile combined with the casual way he tossed the book he was reading on the table before sliding himself across like some pathetic high school romance wannabe was the last thing you remember before giving into your baser instincts.

His hands made their way into your hair, guiding your face up to his as he perched himself above you on the desk and leaned your head back to deepen the kiss. You didn’t stand a chance.

Rydal had thankfully chosen a secluded section of the library before he decided to publicly defile you, hands reaching for your middle the way they always did, squeezing and tightening around the softness of your flesh. Any insecurities you had regarding your outfit of the day were long gone the moment his eyes started undressing you but this, no, this was a different kind of reassurance.

Moaning into his mouth, you felt the stirrings of his trademark smirk against your lips and it pissed you off, frankly. What right did he have, summoning you here on the grounds of helping him with his homework only to back you against the bookshelf behind you and slide those thick fucking fingers of his up your inner thigh ever so slowly, waiting to hear your whine as confirmation that he barely had to touch you to make you pliant for him.

He was so—so meaty, there was so much of him you wanted to grab at, so much you couldn’t reach at once, so much you felt the desire to consume and yet you never reached your fill. And neither did he, by the way he groaned at feeling the wetness pooled between your thighs. You had to be quiet, you reminded yourself.

Pulling back to look you in the eyes as he inserted one finger, you had to bite your lip to keep your noises to a minimum but you didn’t dare back down as he slowly pushed in a second digit. As difficult as it would be, you didn’t want to let him win whatever pissing contest this was for him. For all you knew, this was some fucked up punishment for wearing a skirt around him. Not that you were complaining, not when he curled his fingers like that inside your heat.

“H-hurry,” you exhaled into him.

Rydal began slowly nodding as he looked down at you, his lids lowering as he stared at the way your pillowy bottom lip was being mauled by your teeth, knowing the perfect way to swirl his thumb around your hardened nub and expecting you to come undone for him within minutes. Asshole.

You wish he didn’t know the effect he had on you. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him that one night, the two of you staying up late after one of your many ‘study breaks’ that ended with you laying over his bare chest, skin to skin, sharing hard truths in the dark space of his dorm. That was the night you knew you weren’t getting rid of him anytime soon, not that you wanted to. That was also the night you told him, almost violently, how beautiful he was to you.

“Wanna ruin this fucking skirt, baby, come on,” he whispered to you, softly, selfishly.

Your hands were gripping his biceps, too overcome to continue their mapping of his body, as if you didn’t already have it committed to memory, as if you couldn’t wax poetry about it —

Rydal started kissing your neck, leaving wet marks that were rapidly cooling in the air conditioned corner you were standing in and the sensation of his hair brushing against your cheek, his soft lips burning you from the inside out, his fingers hitting you just right and one final swipe of his thumb had you coming with a stuttered gasp over his hand. He was quick to rise and cover your lips with his own to muffle your sounds, much to his mixed satisfaction and sorrow.

If you got banned from the school library because this idiot couldn’t keep his hands off you, you were going to murder him.

[ask-cockanaya-repository]

Mai's bet

Azula agrees to let Mai and Ty Lee have a vacation... on one condition. It's would be a raw deal if they didn't have all these condoms.

“Well?” Azula said through the echoing claps of meaty ass cheeks thudding against her crotch.

The woman in front of her glowered over her shoulder. Mai clenched her hands to her inner thighs and grumbled out “Well what?” “Giving up already?” Azula smugly asked, folding her arms over her chest, an equally smug expression on her face.

Was she really asking that right now? After all of this? Mai’s thighs burned from the constant rocking motion she had been doing and her ass itself stung from beating against Azula’s crotch. This wasn’t a pose or action she was foreign to but this was… How had this even started again?

Oh right. They needed a vacation.

Mai, and Ty Lee to a lesser extent, had suggested that Azula needed a vacation. This was as much for their sakes as hers. She’d been driving the two of them like an Earth Kingdom farmer and his unruly cattle. Describing herself as cattle made her shudder when she had offered up the idea even if she didn’t utter the word to Azula. That was partly because she was worried Azula would throw a fit about the idea.

Thankfully she didn’t. In fact she seemed excited by the idea, having missed the opportunity to blow off some steam. Ty Lee was giddy at getting to spend some time relaxing and hopped off to go get her things packed when Azula had suggested they leave as soon as possible. Mai, on the other hand, was almost more worried how Azula was acting.

The moment Ty Lee was out of the room her intentions became clear. She let out a slow, weary sigh and put a hand on Mai’s shoulder, making the girl jump and turn to look at her. “Oh there’s no need for that. We are friends, aren’t we? I just had a favor to ask is all.” Azula said while trying to sound friendly. The look on her face was almost predatory however.

Mai looked at Azula and realized that she didn’t actually need to be asking for anything. If she truly, desperately needed Mai to be doing something she would just demand it. That alone had her relax her shoulders a little and turn more towards Azula. She still crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for the explanation.

“It’s simple really. I can tell that the two of you want this vacation much more than I do. So I can supply you two with your nice, relaxing time on the beach… but I will need some assistance while we’re there. A princess can’t do everything on her own, you know.” Azula spoke with that conniving grin still on her face.

Mai’s eyes narrowed. “You want us to be your servants while we’re away? Not much of a vacation for us then is it?”

Azula chuckled and waved her hand in the air. “Oh no, no, nothing quite like that. It’s just that, well…” As she spoke Azula’s hand slowly slid down Mai’s body, following the contours of her curves. It started modestly, Mai’s arms pulling back a little as Azula’s hand neared her bust. Then it trailed further down and Mai jumped as Azula sunk her hand into the frankly obscene swell of her hips.

It was no secret that Mai had a massive ass. There was no way it could be. The sheer heft of her cheeks sent guards and servants alike out of the way whenever she walked the halls. There was no way they could fit beside her when she walked after all. They got ample warning due to the dull, rhythmic clapping that echoed from her at all times, something she had bemoaned to Zuko and Ty Lee about before.

Azula though? She didn’t seem to care about the potential discomfort such a gigantic rear caused. She seemed solely focused on what exactly an ass like that could do. As her hand rubbed lightly at Mai’s cheek it slowly moved down the side, cupping it and giving the weighty wagon a wobble.

“I’d like this vacation to be for ME as well, you see.” Azula practically purred out though it was more like a saber-tooth moose lion than anything enticing.

“*tsk* I should’ve known it would be something perverted like that… Isn’t the thought of seeing me in a bikini enough for you?” Mai groaned out, rolling her head onto her shoulder. Things were never easy with Azula.

“Oh please. I know you don’t own anything like that. In fact I’m not sure you own *any* underwear. I’ve never seen it at least. Must be wedged too far into your crack for me to see. Though speaking of wedging things into your crack…” Azula said as she got just a bit closer to Mai. Her other hand started to fondle the other cheek, bouncing them back and forth.

In spite of herself Mai’s face did start to faintly flush. It was hard not to when she knew exactly what Azula was implying… and exactly what Azula was packing. Luckily, or unluckily depending on how she looked at it, Azula wouldn’t need to use any sort of makeshift cock on Mai’s ass. Instead she had been gifted with the real thing. It had been quite a while since she’d thought about it or even seen Azula’s dick.

All that she remembered was that she was huge.

That seemed plainly obvious with the bulge Azula was currently sporting but, just like her ass, Mai had a habit of forgetting it was there. Especially because of Azula’s inherent horniness whenever they weren’t focused on the goal of assisting the Fire Nation. No wonder she was suggesting Mai and Ty Lee help out. But even so she didn’t have to be exactly happy about it.

“So you don’t want us as servants. Just nude, strolling around, waiting for you to get hard? Then come over and ride you until your balls are drained?” Mai mockingly said, trying to ignore how her eyes kept going down to Azula’s dick.

“No, not both of you. Just you.” Azula said as she gleefully continued to handle Mai’s giant ass cheeks. “And you won’t need to be nude constantly either. I’m not cruel.”

Mai blinked at what Azula said, opening her mouth a few times to try and find the words. “Just me?!” As she spoke out her ass shook and she took a step back, disengaging entirely from Azula’s hands.

“Yes, just you. You’ve seen Ty Lee. Poor girl can’t grow any thicker to save her life. And I should know. I was spurring her on to do so.” Azula said with a somewhat wistful tone. Now that her hands weren’t groping Mai one instead rested on her chin as she stood in contemplation. Clearly she was still thinking of Ty Lee with a huge ass.

“That’s…” Unfair? Absurd? Stupid? There were a bunch of words Mai thought about saying to Azula but they all fell flat in her mouth. She’d already had one outburst. Another probably wouldn’t be tolerated. Besides, if it was just her being subjected to it, that at least meant Ty Lee could have a good time.

Azula waved her hand again. “You’re thinking too much. It really won’t be that big of a deal. I even promise to not have you in my quarters constantly. Just when I request it.” As Azula said that she realized Mai might need a bit more convincing. “If you manage to satisfy me I’ll even extend our little vacation another week. I’m sure an extra week won’t doom the Fire Nation to turmoil.”

Two entire weeks of just relaxing by the beach? Going out for a swim whenever she wanted? Not having to worry about anyone, other than Azula, gawking at her bare ass? Not having to sleep in whatever dingy inn they find or camp out in the wilderness? Getting a chance to tan? Okay Mai definitely wouldn’t do that last one but the rest was too appealing to pass up.

Mai sighed and closed her eyes. “Alright, fine. It’s a deal. I want this to be the best vacation we’ve ever been on though.”

Azula grinned broadly, too broadly, and made her way over to Mai. “Wonderful. I would hate to miss out on vacation time. Now perhaps we could…” She paused. She was just about to take a step forward and start groping Mai again but she had an even better plan. Humming idly she pulled away and walked around, careful to not even bump into Mai’s burgeoning hips. “Actually I’ll save anything like that for when we get there. I want to see the look on your face.”

Back then Mai didn’t know what she meant but now? Well now she definitely knew. The three of them packed their things uneventfully and the boat ride was just as calm. A calm before the storm really. And that storm landed not long after they did. Mai had only just about gotten her things situated in her room when Azula asked Mai to come see her after lunch. All she could do was grumble and begrudgingly follow along with the deal they made.

When they got to Azula’s room she barely waited for the door to close before parting her skirt and letting her enormous genitals flop free. Huge was an understatement. Azula’s dick reached all the floor, wider than her entire torso, and draped over top an equally monstrous set of balls. They too hit the floor and even bounced lightly before squishing into her calves. Each nut was nearly as big as one of Mai’s ass cheeks.

That had been the look Azula had wanted. The look of sheer awe, bewilderment, and arousal on Mai’s face.

At least that’s what was the first look she had. Unfortunately for her, Azula didn’t seem easy to please. She’d been slamming her ass back against her since lunch. They’d tied off condom after condom but Azula’s shaft still pumped out more. While she couldn’t exactly see outside she could tell the sun was much lower in the sky now. It seemed to be nearly sunset.

Mai hadn’t realized she’d been making even more grumbles and grunts as she shook her ass for the fire princess. Azula just tsked back at her.

“You do realize that this is all pre-cum and I’m still flaccid, right?” Azula said plainly despite the incredulity of it. How hadn’t Mai been able to tell? There was no way what Azula was saying could be true. And yet, as Mai looked at those filled condoms, she noted just how clear the fluid inside was. Even despite how much she had protested, how much she claimed to not want to be doing this, she couldn’t deny part of her was so turned on by how virile Azula was.

“If you really want to pay your end of the bargain, you’ll have to loosen those cheeks of yours.” Azula said amid the continued plapping noises. Mai’s heart fluttered just as much as her mind reeled as she realized just what Azula was asking her to do. But what other choice did she have?

She just hoped her ass was up for the task.

[tteokdoroki]

bestie bestie bestie pup boy bakugou in rut adn fucking his bunny girl gf n' he breeds her and- yeah

— “bitch bunny.” + katsuki bakugou.

bestie,,, bestie dont get me started on this!!! i made this gender neutral 🥺 so i hope you don’t mind uwu!!

pairing: german shepard!bakugou x bunny + gender neutral!reader

cw: smut, MDNI 18+, hybrid!pairing, slight!dub-con, oral sex, some degradation and dirty talk. reader is gender neutral and has no pronouns but i think i used slit once aaa!!

can you imagine being a hybrid!bunny adopted by deku, shy and timid— a shaky darling thing with a twitching nose and floppy bunny ears that fall over your face when you get nervous or flustered. izuku is nice, he takes care of you and brings you home from that god awful shelter. his place is warm and safe and oh, he’s got a little puppy friend for you to play with.

katsuki.

he’s mean, an awful german shepard!hybrid who snarls at you when izuku isn’t looking— steals your food, nips at your ankles and tears up your clothes. you hate him, you hate that you let him make you cry but don’t dare to snitch because you fear what he might do to you. katsuki had lived with deku longer, been loved longer and you were just a stupid bunny who was lucky to even be here. or so the blonde had told you over and over, backing you into a corner when your owner wasn’t looking.

he doesn’t mean it. is what izuku tells you when he gets you both ready for bed at night, hybrids need special care and izuku likes to bathe you together— bakugou stares at your body hungrily like you’re a piece of meat. kacchan can play nice, he’s just a little rough sometimes. another excuse.

a little rough doesn’t even begin to cover it.

not when katsuki has you pinned to the bed by a strong arms, cruel smirk spread widely across his cherry lined lips while your precious, meaty thighs shake either side of his head. “look at’cha bunny, shakin’ like a fuckin’ leaf ‘n i ain’t even touched’ya yet,” bakugou growls with a yank of your fluffy rabbit tail. your sex spasms, arousal staining the surrounding areas and dripping heavily onto the cotton sheets of deku’s bed. “poor lil bunbun trapped in heat, ‘n i’m the only one left’ta deal with ya....”

lust is heavy in his tone, blood red eyes dilating while he watches your hips jump up in desperation for some kind of friction and touch. “kat...katsuki, please...it hurts,” and it does, more than any of the mean words he’d thrown at you before. there’s heat burning in your lower tummy, spreading through the blood in your veins as your hole clenches around nothing and leaks pathetically under bakugou’s watchful gaze.

the blonde makes a feral noise in the back of his throat, pointed puppy ears twitching at your needy sounds— the broken moans that bubble from chapped lips. “yeah bunny?” he says breathless, voice lowering deep and husky. “it hurts not ta ‘ave a cock in ya huh? reaching deep in that tight, dirty fuckin’, scratchin’ that itch that you’re fingers can’t reach...” katsuki mutters filthy words into the plains of your skin, tongue dragging along your thighs as he approaches your sex— marking and biting a pathway towards it. his sharp canines sink harshly into the flesh that he moulds between large hands.

your chest rises and falls with your rapid, beating bunny heart— fear consuming you as your innermost instincts have been switched on. katsuki is a dog and you’re merely his prey for the evening, a darling little toy for him to take advantage of in your time of need. “katsu—“ you beg him, twisting and writing against the bed once more.

“what?” he snaps, fangs and gums bared in an impatient growl. he’d waited too long to have you spread out beneath him like this, smelt the slick from your heat dripping down your thighs— tasted the want in the air as you tried to fuck that itch away from yourself with stupid toys and your useless hands. “can’t eat yer stupid lil hole out if y’keep makin’ me waste my breath talkin’ to ya, bunny. don’cha want me to make it go away? take away the pain with my fat cock?”

“katsuki please, make it go away, make it stop hurting,”

katsuki’s head dips lower and lower until his nose is pressed right up against your slit, breathing in your sweet scent until his eyes roll back in his skull and his brain becomes cloudy with ideas of how you might fuckin’ taste, how tight you must really fuckin’ be. god, he’d thought about taking your puckered hole for far too long, taking you on his dick until your bunny ears droop and you’re reduced to a puddle of tears. but now that he’s got you, nothing but sex on your mind while you ooze sweet honey from his proximity to your core, all bakugou can think about is lapping you up like the fuckin’ dog he is and slobbering all over the sweetness between your meaty thighs.

“like it when you beg like a little bunny bitch in heat fer my fuckin’ dick babe, but s’too fuckin’ bad. wanna eat ya instead.” bakugou snarls, tail thumping on the bed as he finally latches onto your sex with teeth and tongue and the taste of you on his fucking brain. when he glances up at you between your shaky legs and give another tug to the fluff of your tail, your cute nose twitches and your watery eyes cross— the pain in your belly ignites into a bright flame of pleasure as you finally get what you need for your heat to subside.

katsuki’s tongue runs laps across every inch of your sex, sucking on you, drinking up the evidence of your arousal before it has time to further dirty your thighs— your fingers push through his mass of blonde locks and tug at his puppy dog ears until he whimpers into your hole that he plunges his pink muscle in and out of. “look at’cha bunny, makin’ a mess in that damn deku’s bed. what’s he gonna say when he finds you cummin’ on this tongue of mine, his sweet little bun ain’t so innocent are they?” he teases, fingers coming up to prod and pull and pinch at your slick and intimate parts he also greedily feasts on.

“he—he wouldn’t, katsuki please don’t— oh fuck— i don’t want izu to see me like this,” you blubber with crossed eyes and skittering breath. the dog between your legs slots bites gently at your core, teeth grazing your intimate parts causing you to jump up and tug his hair closer to your needy, trembling body.

“bullshit, needy bitch.”

lewd sounds of your own sloppiness make your ears droop and cover your humiliated face, shame burning at the tips of your ears even worse than the hotness flashing through your body. you’re embarrassed, by your own dirtiness, by your desperation to be fucked by your owners awful companion. would izuku be disappointed in you? see you different from your usually shy and innocent self? you feel so much shame and yet you can’t feel yourself to pull away from the german shepard hybrid between your legs, sucking on you like you’re his last meal.

but you can’t bring yourself to feel shame, the thought of your precious owner walking in on you stretched over katsuki’s tongue and thick fingers— marked up and tainted, makes you gush and squirm. what would you do if his bright green eyes saw the sin his two darling hybrids were committing on his own bed? you’re naughty, bakugou’s made you naughty and that’s exactly what he wanted. to ruin you during your heat.

“you wanna cum, slutty bunny?” his tail thumps harder against the mattress, his hips grinding circles into the bed like his stuck in a rut, his own cock hard and heavy in his shorts while he makes you see stars and feel as if you’re on cloud nine. you nod and a dark chuckle reverberates through your body. “‘s too bad...” katsuki pulls away from you before you can tumble over the edge, sheen of your arousal painted across his chin— shining under dim light.

“k-katsuki?”

like a dirty dog, he wipes his mouth on his arm and smiles, mischief glinting in his eye. your heart rate spikes, nose and precious bunny earth twitching with nervousness and excitement.

“too bad, y’cum while ‘m breeding you on this cock, sort this heat out right.”

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 9]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; blowjob, dirty talk/mild degradation, sir!kink, name calling, fingering, v v v v mild impregnation kink,  filming/sex tapes, fucking in public, dom!seungcheol, uh oh is trouble is brewing in this chapter??? He h, , 😏, again thank you for your continued support! 🥺💕 and can I also say that not giving myself a chapter limit on this bad boy is really letting me ramble? LOL this was meant to be a short chapter and I cut it off right before the meaty bits(you’ll know where) but I was like no I'll give my readers a nice weekend gift instead of another cliffhanger 😌🍒 have a nice weekend bbys! ily!! 💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - ?

You wake up earlier than Seungcheol by 45 minutes; sleepy eyes sweeping across the quiet apartment.

The sound of his soft snoring lures you towards the sofa; softly tiptoeing your way over until you hover just above him.

“‘Cheol…” He sighs softly, adjusting from his side to his back as you grin. You round the sofa, swinging your leg gently until you can sit on top of his thighs.

Seungcheol grunts softly at this; blurry eyes blinking open until they focus on your figure. “Wuh--what?” His voice is much deeper and much more gravelly in the morning and it sends your body into overdrive, goosebumps rising on your skin when his hands immediately find purchase on your thighs. “What are you doing so early in the morning?”

“Nothin’~ Just thought I’d say thank you for last night, s’all…” You mumble.

“Lemme get my phone so I--”

“No!” A blush sweeps across your cheeks, hands peeling back the blanket that covers Seungcheol until his naked chest and boxer briefs are in view. “No, I--I don’t want to film this. I just want you to enjoy it... ” Whispering, your hands travel down his torso; admiring his toned body. “I think you deserve it after everything you’ve done for me.”

His cock throbs as he watches you, slow and unhurried in your movements when you palm him over his boxer briefs. “We have 45 minutes before you need to start getting ready for work~ Think of it as… morning exercise~” You giggle, squeezing his cock as he groans.

“Fuck, for who, exactly?”

You pout down at him, fingertips tugging his underwear down until his cock curves against his abdomen. “You can burn calories when you cum, y’know!” Seungcheol laughs breathily; sleepy eyes peering up at you as you wrap a delicate hand around his cock. “I mean, it’s not a lot but it’s still something~”

“Okay, okay, I’ll take your word for it.”

His morning voice has you biting your lip; pussy clenching around emptiness when you start to imagine how much deeper it could possibly get in the right scenario.

But for now, you focus on Seungcheol as you run your hand up and down his cock; palm wet with precum. “Is it weird to wake up with a boner in the morning?” Seungcheol sputters; a choked laugh on his lips.

“To be fair, it’s rather normal.”

“Huh… can’t imagine.”

It falls into comfortable silence, only the sounds of Seungcheol’s breathy moans in the otherwise quiet space.

You lick your lips, re-adjusting yourself until you’re kneeling between his legs instead. “Can’t be making a mess on your nice sofa, right?”

Seungcheol smirks down at you, resting his arms behind his head. “Better swallow it all, babygirl. If I even see a drop on the sofa, you know what happens, right?” His voice is eerily sweet and sends thrums of arousal down your spine.

“Yes, sir~”

He grits his teeth at ‘sir’; eyes fixated on your tongue when you start to softly lap at the precum that dribbles from the head of his cock. “God, this just makes me think of all the things I wanted to say to you last night.”

You peer up at him through your lashes, tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock. “Whaddya wanna say?” Your words are slurred together as you continue to lap at his cock; lips wrapping around his cock head as you swallow around him.

“Ngh, sh--shit, I--God, you were so fuckin’ cute taking my cock for the first time. And I wanted to praise you for takin’ me so well for the first time too. But I know I couldn't say that on camera.” He lets out a shaky breath when he feels you slowly start to take more of his cock into your mouth.

“You were so good for me, baby. So fuckin’ filthy when you fingered yourself with my cum...”

You moan around his cock which in turn sends goosebumps rising on his skin. “Fuck, I’m---I’m not gonna last long…” He warns; hips already thrusting up into your mouth as you continue to swallow around him. You pull off of his cock for a second, wrapping your hand around him again as you start to pump your hand up and down again.

“You can cum whenever you want~ And maybe next time just cum inside me too!” You pout.

Seungcheol nods just as you wrap your lips around him again; this time using your hand on the rest of his cock that doesn’t fit in your mouth.

His breaths get quicker and he feels his abdomen tightening by the second, only a choked noise as a warning before he’s cumming in your mouth.

You let out a surprised yelp as you immediately start swallowing the warm cum, hollowing your cheeks around him as you work him through his high.

He whispers your name a few seconds later and you pull off of him again, licking at your chapped lips. “Good?”

Seungcheol nods back, laughing lightly at your disheveled appearance.

“Good.”

“Hey hyung! Hey hyung!”

Seungcheol turns around, cheeks already aflame when he meets Jeongguk’s inquisitive stare. “Yes, ‘Guk?”

The younger male slides a candy bar across the concession stand’s counter top, eyebrows wiggling. “Say, do you need a cameraman?”

“What.”

Jeongguk lets out an exasperated sigh, “Y’know, someone to help… film. Get your good angles. You know what I mean?” He slides the candy bar further towards Seungcheol’s direction. “I’m your man, y’know? I got you, hyung.”

Seungcheol can only grimace in return, swiping the candy bar off of the counter top before he turns to leave. “I don’t think that’ll ever happen but on the offset chance it does, I’ll be sure to let you know. And for the record, one candy bar is not going to sway me.” Seungcheol laughs, shaking his head as he starts to walk away.

“Hey, wait!”

“Yeah?”

Jeongguk ushers him back; wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he leans in. “Me and a few of my buddies are going clubbing tomorrow night. It’s nothing major, just a few drinks after work but did you wanna come? You can bring your sweet babygirl with you.” He snickers, watching as the blush travels up to Seungcheol’s ears.

“I’ll see if she wants to come but I’m not promising anything, okay?”

“Hey man, a ‘maybe’ is good enough for me! Y’know, I specifically planned for Thursday ‘cause I knew you’d be busy on Friday, what with your new… career and all.”

The older male bites his lip; Jeongguk had no idea of the video. Yet.

“Uh, right. Anyways, I gotta go before Namjoon gets my ass for not cleaning the skates. I’ll talk to you later.”

Seungcheol makes it home in record speed; this time flinging the door open as he kicks his shoes off. “I’m back!”

Mild confusion crosses his features when he smells food cooking, shuffling into the kitchen as he sees your figure setting up plates of food. “I hope you don’t mind! I cracked open those cookbooks for dinner… Thought I’d try to be helpful around here!”

You shoot him a smile as you make your way into the living room where you set down the plates of food onto the coffee table. “Also… because we have to review this video before I can post it and I know how awkward that can be for the first time so I thought I’d soften the blow a little.”

“Guess that’s fair!” Seungcheol settles in next to you, a soft chuckle on his lips. “Hey, wanna hear something funny that happened at work today?”

“I’m scared, but sure!”

“Jeongguk offered to help us film.” You immediately choke on your food, setting down your plate as you try to catch your breath. “He--he w-what?” Seungcheol can only nod as he shovels another forkful into his mouth.

“Yeah, said somethin’ ‘bout getting my good angles ‘n stuff. Told him I don’t think we’d get that desperate for extra hands but that if we did, I’d let him know.”

This time you can’t stop the laughter that pours out of you; a soft blush on your cheeks. “Wow, I--I’m a little flattered, to be honest. Maybe once we’re more comfortable, we can enlist his help!”

Seungcheol’s eyes widen, panic clear in his eyes when he meets your cheery expression. “Wait, seriously? You wouldn’t mind him being here and filming for us? Wouldn’t that be weird?” Giggling in return, you pick up your plate again, picking at it as you stare back at Seungcheol.

“I mean, think about it, I’ve always filmed alone for the longest time until I met you. And now I’m getting to explore so many new things, also thanks to you. Having someone film for me… That---That just opens a lot of possibilities, is all. Obviously, neither of us are comfortable with it now but who knows, right? Maybe once we’re billionaires off of making sex tapes, we can afford a whole team of people~!”

“Wow, do I really sound like that?”

Seungcheol grimaces in embarrassment as he watches the video with you. “I told you it’d be embarrassing the first time!”

His shaky eyes focus back onto the screen, mouth agape as he watches his cock sinking into your pussy. “Fuck, I didn’t think it’d be this hot but… I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen… Not to toot my own horn or anything.” He mumbles.

“It’s okay to be proud of yourself, ‘Cheol! Confidence is a good thing and it takes a lot to film this kinda stuff anyway.”

You check to see how much of the video is left, noting it’s almost close to the end. “I think we did good and nothing’s out of place or too much. Is it okay with you to upload?” Seungcheol nods, “Seems good to me! I mean we cut off the beginning so it’s cleaned up, right?”

“Mmhmm!”

You start on uploading the video, biting the inside of your cheek as you slightly turn to face Seungcheol. “I don’t know what to title the video…” You mutter; sliding the laptop towards him as he furrows his brow in thought. His fingertips glide across the keyboard before he slides the laptop back in your direction.

‘daddy makes me take his big cock as punishment after i misbehave…’

“Don’t judge me, it’s just--s-similar titles I’ve seen before.” You laugh in response, getting back into uploading and adding various tags and a video description. “It’s what gets the people!”

“Speaking of people…” Seungcheol pauses, unsure. “Uh, feel free to say no but Jeongguk invited us out for drinks tomorrow night. Said it’s just a few of his friends. I told him I’d ask you but if you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to go.”

You contemplate your options, watching as the upload progress on the video goes up. “I mean… why not? I haven’t gone out for drinks in a loooong time, so it might be fun! We can always bail if it gets weird.”

Seungcheol nods as he gets up from the sofa, stretching. “Okay, I’ll come back after work to come get you and so I can get changed and then we’ll meet up with ‘Guk and his friends at the club.” The video finishes rendering and you quickly hit the ‘upload’ button before you smile up at Seungcheol.

“Sounds good!”

Thursday’s workday comes and goes quicker than Seungcheol thinks and he actually finds himself excited to go out for once.

“See you in a bit, Seungcheol-hyung!” Jeongguk waves him off from behind the concession stand, a bright smile on his lips. “Ah, yeah! I’ll meet you at the club! Don’t forget to turn off the slushie machine this time!”

He makes his way out to his car after he clocks out, humming as he goes. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he reaches for his phone as he turns the key to start the car.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby, just wanted to let you know I’m heading back. ‘Guk is off of work in about 30 minutes so don’t feel rushed to get ready.”

“Okay~ See you soon, ‘Cheol!”

“I’m home!”

“Welcome back!”

You meet Seungcheol at the door, already dressed in a short red dress and heels. “Well? How do I look?” You spin for him, showing off your outfit.

“Wow, that----that’s quite an outfit.” He exhales, “You look incredible.”

“Thanks! I’m actually pretty excited!” Seungcheol mimics your excitement as he crosses the space towards you, arm wrapped around your waist as he pulls you in close. “Mm, I’m excited too. Maybe if we’re lucky, we can see how well this dress looks on the floor too?”

“If we’re lucky~”

When you and Seungcheol get to the club, it’s somewhat empty in front.

“Seems about right for a Thursday, I guess.” Seungcheol offers, wrapping an arm around your waist again. “It’s kind of a dead part of town too, so this doesn’t surprise me.” He laughs, “Maybe we shouldn’t have gotten our hopes up.”

“Heyyyy, don’t be such a party pooper!”

The two of you turn to find Jeongguk with another male walking up the sidewalk. “Just ‘cause it’s a little empty doesn’t mean we can’t drink!” Seungcheol jokingly rolls his eyes as he tugs you in closer.

“You better watch yourself this time ‘cause you’re on your own. I didn’t drive and I’ve got this ‘lil lady to take care of.”

Jeongguk grins widely, shuffling closer towards the two of you. “Speaking of… Great video. Fuckin’ impeccable. I can’t believe hyung is packin’. Well, I can but whew, seeing it like that? Surprised you’re still walkin’ around.”

Oh, shit. The video!

You and Seungcheol share a panicked look; neither of you had even bothered to look at the video once it’d been uploaded, which meant that you had absolutely no idea how it was doing or what people were saying. “Ah, haha, ye--yeah! T--thanks for watching…” You mumble, suddenly shy.

Jeongguk wraps an arm around the unknown male’s shoulders, nodding in thought. “Had to give my support so you know I dropped a few bills in donations.” He tips his imaginary hat towards Seungcheol, winking. “Fantastic work, Seungcheol-hyung.”

“Shouldn’t we also be praising the lovely Cherry for her performance as well?” The unnamed male smiles widely, eyes forming crescents. “You’re pretty on camera but you’re just stunning in person.”

“I---uh, do I… Know you?”

Seungcheol’s eyes narrow slightly at the male, finding him somewhat familiar despite never meeting him before.

“Well, maybe? I’ve commented and donated a few times. My name’s Jimin. Or ‘j__min’ if that’s how you know me.” He adds a wink and a slight smirk, eyes twinkling when he focuses his attention towards Seungcheol. “And I have a feeling, I know who you are too. Although as far as I knew, the two of you had never met before. Correct me if I’m wrong?”

Seungcheol doesn’t immediately want to get hostile over nothing, so he untenses his jaw; eyes dancing over to you. “It’s.. a long story. And yes, your assumptions are right. But you can just call me Seungcheol.”

You and Jeongguk can feel the tenseness in the air as the four of you stand outside of the club and you share a look that screams ‘let’s change the subject’. “Oooookay, now that we’ll all introduced, let’s go drink!” 

“Hey, wait...” Seungcheol starts, “I thought you said a couple of friends? Where’s everyone else?” Jeongguk pouts, sighing. 

“They bailed. Said they didn’t wanna drink on a Thursday so it’s just the four of us!”Jeongguk all but drags Jimin towards the entrance, leaving you and Seungcheol alone.

“You okay, ‘Cheol?”

“I should be asking you that, baby.” He chuckles under his breath, shooting you a lopsided smile. “Guess this town is smaller than I thought.”

You laugh in return, wrapping your arms around his midsection as you tug him towards the entrance. “Hey, it’s okay! He doesn’t seem like a bad guy. Maybe a ‘lil sleazy but y’know.” The two of you share a laugh as you get through security; fingers linked together.

“If he tries anything, just let me know.” Nodding, you lead Seungcheol to a table that Jeongguk and Jimin are already sitting at, sliding into the seats across from them. “Holy fuck, you already got drinks?!” You exclaim, noting the glasses in their hands.

“Yeah! You guys walk so fuckin’ slow, I could’ve downed four drinks in the time it took you to get over here!” Jimin scoffs next to him, taking a sip of his own drink. “Didn’t Seungcheol say you’re on your own?”

“Won’t you take care of me?”

“No.”

You laugh at their exchange, leaning into Seungcheol. “Should we get some drinks too?” He nods, already getting up from his seat as he gestures for you to stay. “Stay here, I’ll get some for us.”

Seungcheol leaves to get the two of you something to drink, leaving you with Jeongguk and Jimin. “Hey, are you and hyung like… dating dating?”

A blush paints your cheeks even in the dimmed club lights and it only gets worse when you notice Jimin smirking at you. “Um, well, I--I wouldn’t say that but…” You trail off, unsure of what to say next. Were you dating? Or was it just physical?

“Hey, my offer still stands if you wanna film with me!” Jimin shouts over the music, shrugging. “Although, I don’t think your boyfriend would like it very much.”

“Boyfriend?” Seungcheol questions as he sits back down next to you. “Who?”

“You!” Jeongguk and Jimin both reply, laughing. Seungcheol hands you your drink before taking a sip of his own. He makes no comment; a little uneasy about the topic himself.

“Anyway, my offer still stands at being the cameraman. I’m really good at video editing too!”

You and Seungcheol have a few more drinks, delving into idle conversation with the other two before you decide you want to dance.

“Mind if I join you?” Jimin asks, eyes flitting towards Seungcheol. “If it’s okay?”

You and Seungcheol share a look, but he breaks eye contact to raise an eyebrow at Jimin. “It’s not my decision, I’m not her keeper.”

You turn to Jimin, a slight pout on your lips. “Just mind your hands, okay?” He nods, grinning as he leads you towards the dance floor.

Jeungguk takes the opportunity to replace you as he plops into the seat next to Seungcheol as soon as the two of you are out of sight, drink sloshing in his cup.

“You’re jealous.”

“What?” Seungcheol shoots the younger male an incredulous look right before taking a swig of his drink. “You’re drunk and sounding crazy.”

“Puhhhh---lease, hyung. You like her. Like, actually like her. Just admit it, we all know it!”

Seungcheol’s lips press into a firm line, eyes scanning the dancefloor until they fall on you and Jimin dancing together. “Okay, yes, I do like her.” He pauses, biting the inside of his cheek when he sees Jimin’s hands on your waist. “Now can we drop it?”

“No way! ‘Cause I know you’re jealous as fuck right now watching them dancing together which is why you can’t fuckin’ take your eyes off of them to even look at me!”

“How much you wanna bet your boy-toy is imagining ripping my head off right now?”

You roll your eyes at Jimin’s comment, swaying to the beat as he puts his hands on your waist. “C’mon, play with me a little here, doll.” He tugs you in closer, making sure to keep a reasonable distance at first. “He likes you a lot, y’know. I can feel the way he burns holes in my head wishing I wasn’t here. But the truth is, I love it.” His words have you confused, eyebrows furrowing as you hold his stare.

“What are you talking about, Jimin? Have you had too many to drink too?”

He laughs boisterously, pulling you into him as your chest meets his. “I love playing with people, just like how I’m playing with Seungcheol right now. I think it’s a fun little game, y’know? For example, in a few seconds he’s gonna march down here and take you right from my arms, fuck you nice and hard if you’re lucky and he’s pissed enough. Unfortunately, the two of you are easy books to read. You like being fucked hard and let’s be real, you love it messy. And Seungcheol, well, he’s practically in love with you and green is definitely not his colour.” Jimin ends in a wink, squeezing your ass once for good measure.

“Oopsies, here comes your loverboy now. Hey, call me if you ever need help, yeah? You know where to find me~” Jimin blows you a kiss right before you’re spinning to face Seungcheol who looks undeniably annoyed.

“Having fun I see.” He grins, eyes burning with lust as he wraps a hand around your wrist. “Wanna have some more?”

You can only gulp in return, nodding shakily as he drags you towards an empty hall.

The music gets more and more muffled the deeper he drags you into the club and you mentally curse yourself when you feel the wetness already pooling in your panties.

Seungcheol tugs you into a small private room meant for parties, locking the door behind him as he pushes you towards one of the sofas. “Guess we won’t be having that quiet night in, hmm?” He picks his phone out of his pocket, silently telling you to catch it as he throws it your way.

Your shaky hands open the camera app, pressing record and making sure to keep Seungcheol’s face out of frame when you lean against the back of the plush material.

“Jeez, babygirl, why do you like causing so much trouble for me, huh?”

“I’m s-sorry, sir, I just---I--”

“I take my eyes off of you for a few minutes and some guy already has his hands on your ass? Dirty slut.”

Seungcheol smirks when he sees your mouth opening in a silent moan, legs already spreading on their own as he makes his way towards you. You could feel the air shift; already knowing the mood he was trying to set. “Fuck, look at you. Already spreading your legs so I can fuck you. Just like a good ‘lil slut should.”

“Ye--yes, please si--sir, fuck me, please!”

He pries your legs apart even further, slotting himself between them as his hands slowly start to push the material of your dress higher and higher until it bunches up around your waist. “Soaking your panties already too? You’re so goddamn easy.”

From your view, the camera can’t see much. But at this point, you don’t even care. “Please, please…” You whine; already squirming underneath him.

Seungcheol undoes the button and zipper of his pants, tugging his underwear down with it as he wraps a hand around his already hard cock.

“Do I need to prep your tight ‘lil cunt or is it wet enough for me already?”

You shakily reach your free hand down, sliding your panties to the side before running your fingertips through the  wetness. “I’m--I’m wet enough, sir…” He pushes your hand away, grinning at you before he tears the material right off of your body.

“S--Sir!!”

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, tapping the head of his cock against your clit a few times before he drags it through your wetness and positions himself at your entrance. He gives you a second before he starts sinking his cock in, this time bottoming out in a single thrust when he meets no resistance. “Fuck, you really are soaking, you little slut.” You let out a garbled moan, barely remembering the phone in your hand as Seungcheol starts thrusting into you at a moderate pace.

You keep your legs spread to the best of your ability, soft whines spilling from your lips when the head of his cock grazes your cervix. “God, sir, you’re s-so fucking big, it--I’m so fuh--full…!” He leans in, plucking the phone from your hands as he turns the camera to face you instead.

“Look at her. My perfect ‘lil slut taking my cock so well. Don’t you think I should give her more?” His eyes twinkle with mischief as he brings his free hand towards his lips; licking the digits until they’re well coated in his saliva. “Do you think you deserve my fingers too? Or is that ‘lil cunt of yours too full?”

“N-no, please I--I want your fingers too, god, I--I want them in my pussy with y-your cock!”

Seungcheol doesn’t say another word; instead, he angles the camera right up to your pussy as he brings his wet digits closer, pausing his thrusts as he slowly sinks in a finger next to his cock. “Oh---oh fuck, yes!” You scream, clenching around his cock and finger. He clenches his jaw, because as much as he’d to sink more of his fingers into you, he knew that you still had to get used to the feeling at first.

And it takes a few tense moments and harsh breaths before Seungcheol resumes his pace. “Pleeeese~” You whine, tears blurring your vision when you look up at him and he makes sure to catch it on camera.

“Please what, baby?”

“P--please, put more of your fingers…”

He takes this as a sign that you’re okay; sinking in another digit as you let out a choked moan. “Oh my god, oh my g-god…! Ngh, h-hah, ‘m so f--full, it feels so good~” You sob. Seungcheol’s throat feels dry as he watches through the phone screen how your pussy looks impossibly stretched around his cock and fingers.

“Look at her tight cunt. Fuck, I can’t even fit another finger in her pussy... Surely, this is enough for you to cum though, hmm?” He quips, thrusting into you until your words become a jumbled mix of sounds.

“Guess I fucked her stupid too, huh?”

He keeps his fingers parallel to his cock, sinking them deeper and deeper until he’s knuckle deep. “Fuck, I can feel you getting tight around me. Go ahead and cum, slut.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before you do cum; walls fluttering around Seungcheol as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your mouth can only open in a silent scream, toes curling in your heels when your mind goes blank as the pleasure washes over you. You feel your body buzzing, fingers going numb at the way Seungcheol keeps slamming into your cervix.

Seungcheol grits his teeth, doubling his pace in the midst of your orgasm. “Her pussy keeps sucking me in… Guess she wants me to cum inside her too?”

“Mmh… sir, p--please cum inside me…” You mumble, already slowly starting to come down from your high. “Want you to fill me up this time…”

And this time, Seungcheol does; grinding against you as he finally cums too. “Fuck, take all of it, baby!” He growls, fucking his cum deeper into you as he rides out his high. His head feels fuzzy; both off of the alcohol and adrenaline coursing through his veins.

“Mmh, ‘m so full of y-your cock and c-cum, sir…”

A shudder rolls down Seungcheol’s body when he starts to come down from his high; slowly easing his fingers out of you before he pulls out completely.

He brings his phone down to your pussy, filming the cum that trickles down to the sofa underneath you.

“Look at her pussy full of my cum. D’you think it’s enough to get her pregnant?” The words spill out of Seungcheol’s mouth quicker than he can think and you let out a shaky breath at his words, unintentionally pushing his cum out as he continues to film. “Or should I keep cumming in her and filling her up? Fuck my cum deeper into her pussy so I know she’ll get nice and pregnant.” He ends in a chuckle as he pans the camera up to your face; catching the way you bite your lip and the way your eyes glaze over in complete lust despite how tired you were.

“What do you think, babygirl?”

“I---I think… I think s-sir needs to---to keep filling me up with his c-cum…”

“Right answer, babygirl.”

[atths--twice]

Quiet, Soft

Needing a break from living life on the run in motel rooms, Mulder and Scully venture out to a different living environment.

A few weeks ago, I was driving home and decided to listen to a 90s playlist on Amazon and heard the song in this story. I was instantly back to nights of parties and having fun with friends. When being in my twenties was the best and life was easier. 

THEN, it made me think of MSR, out in the world enjoying places from my own memories.

Hope you enjoy. 

August 2003

The air around them was warm, stars filling the sky. There was word of a meteor shower happening later and they were sitting out waiting for it. Well, he was anyway. He was not sure Scully was even thinking about it anymore. Currently, she was swaying to the music echoing from across the river.

Two weeks ago they had been leaving a motel room, after an exceptionally long stay, and she had sighed as they put their bags into the car. Looking at her, she had shaken her head and sighed again.

"What is it?" he had asked.

"I don't know," she had answered. "I feel like we were here for too long or something. It’s a small town and thankfully people left us alone, but something feels… off. I know I wasn't always overly excited about our past trips to the forest, but I feel the time in the motel here has left me wishing for some fresh air." She shrugged and he nodded in understanding.

"Well, we do have the tent with us. We could head to the forest if that’s what you want." He had raised his eyebrows and smiled, knowing that was not exactly what she had been implying.

"I wouldn't go that far," she had said with a laugh, as they got into the car and shut the doors. "Something different would be nice, though I’ll never admit that I want to camp out in the woods." She had smiled at him and he nodded, his mind already thinking of what they could do.

After some discussion, they rented a cabin cruiser boat from a jovial, red cheeked man on a large river, despite Mulder’s tendency toward seasickness. They had stayed both on the boat and also camped out in their tent on little sandbars or grassy picnic areas with public bathrooms and showers.

About halfway down the river, there was a small dock. A path led up to a small convenience store where Scully stocked up on supplies, bringing them back to the boat with a happy smile.

Food and other necessities procured, they had driven around the river, the wind blowing through their hair as Scully laughed happily, her arm around his waist. Other times they had floated lazily, the boat rocking as Scully lay on the bow of the boat on a towel in a bikini, the sun warming her skin, as he had walked over to join her on silent bare feet with a bottle of sunscreen in his hand.

They made love in the early morning, the sun just beginning to brighten the sky, or late at night, the stars above them twinkling down through the mesh of the tent.

They went skinny dipping, day or night, shivering in the chilly water, laughing as they dunked under and swam around.

Simple meals had been cooked over a campfire or in the small kitchen of the boat, touching and smiling as they worked together.

Sitting on the boat at night, with her between his legs and leaning back against his chest, as her fingers ran gently up and down his thighs, they had listened to others who were camping around the river, music and laughter sounding in the still air.

Needless to say, she had the fresh air she had been seeking.

Tonight, there were people on the other side of the river having a party around a large fire, their music playing loudly. If they had not been there, Mulder was certain that he and Scully could have been the last two people on earth, and that would have been just fine with him.

"Mmm…” Scully hummed as she swayed, her eyes closed, a happy smile on her face, and he smiled as he watched her.

They were drinking tonight, not something they usually did, but when she had suggested margaritas by the fire, he’d had no argument. Margaritas had then turned into drinking tequila straight from the bottle, her cheeks becoming more flushed with every sip. But she was happy and he loved seeing her that way.

"Mulder, come dance with me," she sighed and he poked at the fire before getting up and coming to stand beside her. She smiled at him, her eyes half closed and head tilting back. He took the bottle of tequila from her and capped it, tossing it onto the sand.

Smiling at her, he reached out and grabbed handfuls of the new sun dress she had bought before they came onto the boat, and pulled her close. It was an interesting dress that simply wrapped around her and tied in specific spots. A wrap dress, she had called it.

“Or an unwrapped one,” he had said, tugging at the tie and kissing her neck, her laughter in his ear as his hand had slid into the dress. Finding her wearing nothing underneath, his kiss had become a nip as he growled and she shivered.

It had quickly become one of his favorite clothing items she owned.

“Hmm,” she hummed, leaning heavily against him, and he smiled.

They were not exactly dancing, but standing in the sand holding one another. She smelled of tequila, sunscreen, and sunshine; having spent the day swimming and lying lazily in the sun.

"So have you had all the fresh air you were craving?" he asked and she hummed again in response. He chuckled and ran his fingers through her hair as a yell went up across the take and he glanced in that direction.

"What do you suppose they’re doing over there? Excited for the meaty shower?"

"Do you mean meteor shower?" he asked with a soft laugh and he felt her shrug. “Are you excited, tequila drinker?"

"I've seen many me-teor showers, Mulder,” she slurred, her hands locking around his waist, her thumbs stroking his back. "But, I know you like them, so..."

"Yes, how odd of me to enjoy something as romantic as gazing up at the stars,” he said dryly as he rolled his eyes and she laughed. Tipping her head back, she looked at him through heavy lidded eyes.

"I like that you're a romantic person," she said softly. "Have I ever told you that before, Mulder?" He smiled, stroking her cheek, and brushing her hair back.

"I don't know if you've ever said as such, but l know you do."

"Good, because I really do. I always have you know." Her eyes closed and he smiled, stroking her cheek again.

"What was it that you liked most about my romantic side, Miss Scully?" he asked teasingly, but knowing her answer would be more forthcoming, the alcohol in her bloodstream loosening her tongue.

"Most? Hmm...” She licked her lips and ran her teeth slowly across the bottom one. He swallowed as he watched her, wanting to taste her lips. She smiled and opened her eyes, the moonlight shining in them. "You’re a quiet romantic, Mulder. I think that's what I’ve always liked most. It's not something… overstated or really known unless someone was paying attention."

"And you were of course.”

"Damn straight I was," she replied, her nails pressing into his back. “I always pay attention.” She stumbled slightly and he chuckled as he held her tighter.

“Mmhmm,” he murmured and she stared at him, her eyes having a hard time focusing.

“Do you… doubt me?” she slurred again and he shook his head.

“I would never,” he whispered with a shake of his head, a smile on his lips.

Strumming my pain with his fingers

“Oh… Mulder…” she said, her eyes widening as she pulled away from him unsteadily, before she closed them and began to sway and hum, the people across the way cheering and singing along loudly to the song now playing.

Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song

“I really like this song. Hmm…” She raised her arms over her head as she danced, and he grinned as he watched her, the people still cheering and chanting hey, hey, hey as the song began past the chorus, Scully humming and singing along.

I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style And so I came to see him and listen for a while And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes

Loud singing continued, Scully joining in a quieter tone, and he shook his head, closing his eyes as he smiled, listening and swaying slightly.

Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time, one time) Singing my life with his words (two times, two times) Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song

Her hands on his chest caused his eyes to fly open. Staring down into her eyes, she sang quietly, the words slightly slurred, her body pressed close to his own, his hands falling to her hips.

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd I felt he'd found my letters and read each one out loud I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers (one time, one time) Singing my life with his words (two times, two times) Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song

From across the river, the singing grew louder, men and women joining in and Scully stepped away from him, her eyes closed and arms over her head again, singing along loudly in their direction.

Woah Woah-oah-ah-ah-ah uh, uh La-la-la, la, la, la Woah, la Woah, la La-ah-ah-ah-ah

It seemed everyone was now singing and he smiled as he nodded along, not knowing all the words, but enjoying the beat, and the sway of Scully’s hips.

Strumming my pain with his fingers (yes, he was singing my life) Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song

She hummed as the words died down and the people laughed and the occasional chorus continued to ring out before the next song began to play.

“Strumming my pain with his fingers,” she sang softly as she turned around and stepped over to him. He pulled her close as she stumbled slightly, her feet touching his in the sand and her arms wrapping loosely around him. “Killing me softly with his song… hmm.”

He smiled as they stood, only slightly moving, the warm air blowing. Moving his head down, he kissed just below her ear as he breathed in deeply. Better than any alcohol he would ever drink, her scent intoxicated him, leaving him with a hangover from which he never wanted to recover.  

“I think I should sit down,” she whispered and he laughed, kissing her neck again as she leaned further into him.

Walking to the large quilt spread out before the fire, he helped her down and then sat beside her as she laid on her back.

“The earth is spinning,” she mumbled.

“Every second of every day,” he retorted as he looked at her, a slight smile on her lips as she closed her eyes.

“Even more so right now, for me anyway. I don’t know if I’ll make it for the meteor shower.”

“That’s okay.”

“Is it?” she asked, reaching for his hand, her eyes opening with only a slight struggle. Appearing sober for a moment, he saw sadness within them and he wanted her to remain happy, the thoughts that haunted her lingering and causing pain.

“Of course I’m sure,” he said with a smile, taking her hand and kissing her fingers. “There are many meteor showers every year. You can catch the next one.”

He laid down beside her and she turned onto her side, releasing his hand and snuggling into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, looking up at the night sky, the stars shining brightly.

“Your understanding. Your touch. Your eyes on me. The way you lean in and it becomes only the two of us, even if there are hundreds of others around. How you care for others, for children especially. It’s quiet, soft…” She fell silent and he was sure she had fallen asleep, her breathing deep and even. He smiled, kissing the top of her head as his fingers massaged it softly, and he looked back at the sky.

“It’s quiet and soft,” she repeated in a whisper, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You’re a good looking man, anyone can see that, but that’s not what attracts them to you.”

“No? You don’t find me attractive?” he teased and she breathed out a laugh.

“Fuck yes I do.” He laughed and she shifted, finding a more comfortable position. “But it’s not the physical, not completely. It’s you, your intensity and caring. It’s so damn attractive and sexy.” He laughed again as she ran her hand slowly up and down his chest with a low hum.

A flash flew across the sky and he tapped her head, tugging her hair a little to raise her head back and look up.

“It’s starting, Scully. Look.”

She shifted again and they watched the sky flashing with meteors passing quickly, some brighter and longer than others. Once again he stroked her hair, her breathing deep, her fingers nearly still.

“Strumming my pain with his fingers,” she sang in a whisper and he smiled.

“One time, one time,” he sang back, and she exhaled a chuckle.

“Killing me softly with his song…” she whispered, shifting again and kissing his neck, breathing out her love for him before she fell asleep, her fingers gripping his shirt.

The party across the way continued, seemingly unaware of the wonder of nature happening above them.

He stayed awake as long as he could, but the warmth of the fire, the woman beside him, and the summer evening, soon pulled him to sleep.

He dreamed of her. She was dancing in the sand, her hands beckoning to him, a beautiful smile on her face as music echoed all around them.

Strumming my pain with his fingers…

[feral-dumbass]

Just Like Heaven

James “Bucky” Barnes/ Female Reader

Summary: Bucky teased you right before he left for the gym and now he gets to reap the benefits.

Includes: Oral (Male receiving), Manhandling, Unprotected sex, Dirty talk, Overstimulation

Words: 2,319

A/N: Did I truly write it if my fic doesn’t include at least a hint of overstimulation? The answer is no. Title credit to The Cure. Tagging my friends 😊 @babybluestan​ @gagmebucky​ @heresyoursnackdumbass​

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“Hey, baby.” You’re in the kitchen when Bucky comes back home from the gym.  He plants a small kiss on your cheek, acting all sweet on you after he left you high and dry this morning. You both woke up to Bucky’s early ass alarm this morning. Some in a better mood than others. One of Bucky’s default moods when it comes to you is to be a tease. He relied heavy on that filthy fuckin’ mouth of his to tease you with dirty talk, his voice deep and gravelly due to just waking up. Just when his deft metal fingers slipped into the front of your panties to touch the wetness in between your thighs, he noticed the time. Bucky knew he wouldn’t hear the end of making them wait from Sam, let alone Steve. Bucky left the warm confines of your bed and was out your door quicker than you could say ‘forget the gym’. He took all the warmth when he left and just left you with sexual frustration. Nothing truly would suffice except Bucky’s touch, especially when you were so close to getting it. Too keyed up, you couldn’t go back to sleep and decided to be productive. 

“Hey.”  You glance at him from the corner of your eye and your brain momentarily stops functioning. You fully face him.  Looking like some kind of greek Adonis, Bucky stands next to you in a sleeveless black t-shirt and basketball shorts. His hair’s up in a messy bun with a few brown tendrils falling out, framing his face. His metal arm gleams under the fluorescent light. Your eyes trail down his arm as you're forced to be reminded of how his metal hand was in your underwear just a few hours ago. Without thinking about it, you drop to your knees, right hand balling up the bottom hem of his damp basketball shorts. “Bucky, let me suck your cock.”

His face flashes with surprise before he smirks. His metal hand cups your cheek as the other uncurls your fist out of his shorts. “What a sight to be greeted with, but I’m sweaty.”

“I literally do not give a shit.” You reach for the waistband of his shorts as he groans, momentarily distracted by your eagerness, before he’s swatting your hand away. 

“Wait, no. I don’t want that for you.” You jut out your lower lip and give your biggest puppy dogs eyes. You’re legitimately pouting that you can’t have your boyfriend’s massive cock down your throat. “You can’t barely even fit all of me in your mouth. I’m doing your jaw a favor.” He strokes your cheek lovingly. 

“I am willing to try, Bucky. Please.” 

“Jesus christ.” He squats down to your eye level, taking his hand off your cheek to the back of your neck. He pulls you in for a short filthy kiss, tongue sweeping into your mouth to caress yours for a second. He waits until you open your eyes again. This man is making a new record for leaving you momentarily stunned today. He needs to make sure you understand. “I’m going to take shower and then you can do whatever you want to me.” Bucky helps you up off the floor and you trail after him to your bedroom. “I’m not letting you take a shower with me.” 

You fold your arms over your chest as you sit on the bed. “Tease.” 

“You fuckin’ love it.” Bucky looks over his shoulder, grins, and winks at you before he goes into the bathroom. 

You wait on the bed like the good girl you are. You lift your eyes off your phone when you hear him come out. He stands in the doorway as steam escapes behind out of the bathroom behind him. His now wet hair is thrown into another messy bun and water droplets drip down the expanse of his muscles. Your mouth runs dry. Suddenly you’re thirsty. You toss your phone carelessly to the side and slide off the bed to your knees. A white towel loosely hangs around his hips. He’s not like Adonis, he is Adonis. Maybe you’re truly dating a God.

“Bucky.” If he doesn’t come to you, you will crawl to him. You’ll suck him dry right in the doorway. You don’t think he realizes this.

“Sweetheart, look at you. On your knees, begging for me. Love when you get like this. Why don’t you ask nicely and I’ll consider giving you my cock? It’s what good girls would do.” Your eyes follow as he walks over and sits on the bed. His legs spread wide, you situate yourself between them before you speak. 

“Bucky, please, let me suck your dick. I’ll do anything. I’ve missed you. Please.” You reach for the knot of the towel resting on his hip and wait for confirmation. He doesn’t swat your hand away, but instead, nods. 

You’re untying the cotton before Bucky can finish saying “Go ahead.” As both ends of the towel are thrown on either side of Bucky, his cock stands tall, hard and ready for your touch.

You rub your palms across his thighs. “Missed you so much, Baby. Not a second while you were gone did I stop thinking about your cock.” You leave kisses in his inner thighs. They get more sloppy the closer you get. The hard muscle of his thighs twitch as you bite a hickey into the inner part. Bucky’s eyes, heavy lidded, don’t leave you. You lick your palm before touching his dick. You pump him slowly as you kiss his lower stomach, muscles flexing under your lips.

“Bunny, you’re killing me. Stop the teasing.” His voice has gone down a few octaves. That’s when you know Bucky is truly horny. Butterflies erupt in your stomach at the sound. 

“You fuckin’ love it.” He opens his mouth to retort, but you kiss the tip before taking him in your mouth. The only thing that comes out is a groan. You swirl your tongue around the head and suck.

“Jesus Christ.” You take his cock further into your mouth, your lips stretched around his girth. Bucky places one of his hands gently on your head as you start bobbing your head. “So good, bunny- fuck- Love your mouth.” A shiver runs through at the praise. You wanna test yourself. You want to see how far you can take Bucky’s cock down your throat. Breathing through your nose, you hollow your cheeks and slowly take down his length. It doesn’t take long to feel like you’re gagging. You’re tongue drags against him as you bob up for air. You catch your breath as Bucky checks on you. “You okay?” You nod. “You don’t have to deepthroat me, you know. We can save that for later. Just wanna feel your mouth on me honestly.” God, him caring just makes you want to deepthroat him more. 

“I love you.” You go back to his cock and suck him in earnest. Your head bobs quickly as you pump the rest of him that can’t fit. His muscles flex as he lets out a pornograpghic moan. In just a few minutes, Bucky gives you a warning. 

“Gonna cum.” You double down on your efforts and suck the absolute soul out of this man. He moans as he cums and it reverberates into your soul. You swallow all that he has to offer before he’s tugging you off his cock from overstimulation. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue to show that you swallowed. “Jesus Christ, get the fuck up here.” 

Bucky lifts you up into his lap with ease. Your legs are spread wide as you straddle his hips. You can feel his hardening cock through your flimsy booty shorts as he pulls you in for a kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth and you gently suck on it. Bucky leans back until his back hits the bed and you’re hovering over him. The movement has you sliding against him. Feeling that sweet friction, you continue to grind against him. Sadly, you need to stop kissing him to breathe. 

“Bucky.” You whine as you bump your nose against his jaw. He knows exactly what your gonna say. He speaks before you can say anything else. 

“I know, I know. Just give me a few minutes.” You’ve never been more thankful for the super soldier refractory period. You’re pretty sure Bucky can feel you soaking through your shorts. You leave open mouth kisses up and down his neck, leaving a few hickeys here and there. His groan vibrates underneath your lips. “Fucking hell.” His hands press down on your gyrating hips and your movement becomes limited. “Can you stop being a cock slut for just a few minutes? I’ll cum before I can even fuck you.” 

“I can’t help it. Especially when it comes to you. Have you seen you? I will literally jump your bones anytime anywhere. Stop having such a nice cock and maybe I’ll stop being a cockslut.”

“Damnit.” Bucky flips you over so he’s on top and he starts heavily grinding down on you. Your fingers digging into his defined back as you feel him, fully erect, through your shorts. The friction turning your insides liquid. 

“Wait, wait. Buck.” You being fully clothed is not lost on you. In fact, you want them off. Bucky takes the hint or really, has the same feelings as you. He hips weigh heavy against yours as he helps you pull off your (his) shirt. You can barely comprehend that he throws it in some corner of the room before his mouth is on your chest. One of his hands massages the breast that his mouth doesn’t occupy. He does that for a few minutes, alternating between breasts, until he can feel your hips twitch in want. He’s off you in a instant and you miss his warmth. Bucky hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and tugs them off. You’re underwear going with them. He moves you more to the center of the bed before joining you again. He hovers over you, hand sliding down your stomach until he reaches your pussy. Three of his fingers smear your wetness around before using it to lube up his cock. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, could you be any wetter?” He kisses you heavily before you can beg him. Finally, what you’ve been waiting for all day, Bucky slides into you. At the addicting stretch of him, you moan into his mouth and dig your nails into the meaty flesh of his bicep. His first few thrusts are slow, enjoying the feel of you stretched around him. He tears himself out of your grip and gets on his knees. He lightly slaps your thigh before he’s grabbing your ankle and bringing it over his shoulder. He does the same with the other, not missing a beat in his thrusts. 

“B-bucky.” You stutter out his name as he leans back on his haunches, your ass sitting ontop of his thighs. The position change setting your nerves on fire. 

“I want you to cum on my cock. C’mon, sweetheart. I wanna feel it.” He speaks in a gruff voice before rutting into you like a mad man. Every roll of his hips has you drowning in bliss. Bucky wraps his metal arm around your calves to keep you pressed against him and the other goes to rub your clit in rapid little circles. Bucky’s got you in such a position that you can’t shy away from the pleasure. He forces you to feel all of it and it’s not long before you can feel the rise in your lower belly. Bucky can feel your muscles tense and he rubs your clit faster. You reach your orgasm as Bucky fucks you through it. The onslaught of overstimulation making your legs shake. 

“God, have I mentioned how much I love when you cum?” Bucky gives you a little bit of reprieve as he flips you onto your stomach. “The tightest cunt on this planet.” Bucky hand smacks down onto your ass. It stings so hard you know it’s metal. He lifts your hips up again before he slides back in, hands on your hips keeping you pressed against him. You moan. His thrusts quick and hard as he makes your vision blurry. His metal hand leaves your hip to tap three fingers against your lips. Your pleasure riddled brain makes no second guesses. You take the three fingers into your mouth and suck on them like you did his cock. His fingers press down on your tongue like a makeshift gag just for you. Bucky’s other hand leaves your hip to circle your clit. Your hips buck to meet his thrusts as you fist the sheets, drool dripping down his hand and your chin. 

Your second orgasm comes rather quicky with the rate you and Bucky are going. Your thighs shake as your back arches, coming on Bucky’s cock for the second time tonight. Bucky gets in three more good thrusts before he grinds his hips into your ass as he cums. His hand leaves your clit to lace through your fingers fisting the sheets. You can hear Bucky’s groans even through your ringing ears. Bucky hand leaves your mouth to fist the sheets as you both calm down. 

“Jesus Christ.” Bucky flips you both over one last time, so you’re resting against his chest. 

He exhales through his nose. “I know. Lets stay like this a little longer.”

“Okay but like I have to take a shower now.” 

His arms wrap around your waist. “I won’t let you leave. Twenty minutes tops.” 

“Fifteen.”

“Twenty.” 

“Fine then five.” 

“Fifteen it is.” Bucky agrees. This Adonis god of a man knows that you’ll be passed out by the end of the fifteen minutes and he’ll get to cuddle you for longer.

[tothemeadow]

‘the doctor’ / Midoriya x Reader

Uwu, this is the first official post that hasn’t been imported from the other blog     ( ´ ω ` ) Also, this has been sitting around on my computer for the past two months, so enjoy these crumbs while I strive to finish up the semester!

warnings: NSFW, doctor/patient relationship, grinding, heavy petting, fascination for hybrids?, y’all fuck but I didn’t write the whole thing

words: 3,752

(a/n): hehehehehe add this to the list of taboo relationship works I’ve done

-

“The doctor will see you now.”

The secretary sitting behind the desk flashes you a smile as you pass by her. The two of you are already on a first name basis, considering that you have biweekly checkups. With a quirk like yours, it can be detrimental to your health if it goes unchecked for too long. You have enough meds in your system to possibly knock out a small child, but you’ve long since grown used to it.

Still, as you pass from the waiting room and into the hall leading to numerous checkup rooms, your palms feel impossibly clammy. Your previous doctor recently retired after spending so many years in the field, and now you were supposed to meet your new doctor. Granted, your previous one told you many great things about this new kid, about how he’ll take great care of you. You’re not too confident in the sudden change, but it can’t be helped. Unless you wanted to suffer horribly, you had to seek some type of help.

Shuffling to room number six, you silently close the door behind you and take a deep breath. Your intestines feel unusually tight, ache with an indescribable force. Despite your quirk being a relatively simple one – doggification, which essentially means you have the characteristics and properties of a dog – your body could never get quite a grasp on it. Despite looking entirely like a human, your telltale features are the ears and tail protruding from your body. Even now, you can tell your ears are flat against your head and your tail is tucked between your legs.

Gently, you sit on the table, the parchment paper crinkling under your weight. Wringing your hands, you will your breathing to ease, your mind to relax. It’s only the doctor’s office, nothing more, nothing less. You’ve been here practically all your life, so what gives? Oh, that’s right – a new doctor who you’ve never met before.

A few minutes pass; nothing happens besides the tick tock tick tock of the lone clock hanging from the wall, the slight hum from the lightbulbs. Your nerves feel raw, your heart frantic, your breathing irregular. You constantly remind yourself that you’re fine, you’re just nervous. You’re here for a reason, after all. If you want to continue living healthily, you need this treatment. There’s no point in chickening out now.

Just then, the door swings open; you jump in your place as you snap back to reality. Pulse quickening, you’re left wide-eyed as the doctor comes in. He’s nothing like you were expecting – instead of some elderly gentleman like your previous doctor, this new guy is young. He’s ridiculously cute, a mess of green curls piled on his head and a burst of freckles adorning his skin. For a doctor, he surprisingly has an athletic build, so you’re left wondering if he exercises regularly or played a sport in school. But oh, the way his scrubs cling to his meaty arms, stretch over his thick thighs. It’s almost ridiculous how baby-faced he is, especially compared to his Adonis-like body.

Without you knowing, your ears and tail stand to attention, curious about this newcomer.

The doctor flashes you a pearly smile as he reaches a hand towards you. “(y/n)? I’m Doctor Midoriya. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Doctor Midoriya.

Yeah, you like the sound of that. And the way your name rolls off your tongue? Perfection.

Hesitantly, you reach out a hand and grasp onto his for a handshake. His hand is large, fingers long and spindly, and his grip is strong. They’re actually pretty, dotted with freckles and striped with scars. Interesting, you muse, wondering just exactly what he did to get scars like that.

“So,” Doctor Midoriya starts, pulling away and planting himself on the stool stationed by the counter, “doggification, huh? You have a typical hybrid quirk, so it seems.” Pausing for a moment, he glances at his notes attached to his clipboard. “But, since you’re part Doberman pinscher, you suffer from dilated cardiomyopathy. The breed usually has problems regarding that, right?”

You nod in confirmation. “Yeah. Apparently, many owners don’t know their dogs have it until they collapse on the ground. I uh, I’ve been dealing with this my whole life, so….”

You really, really like the gentle expression Doctor Midoriya gives you. His cheeks look squishy despite his sharp jawline, lips a delicate shade of dusty rose… Shit, he’s beautiful yet he chose to become a doctor.

“Doctor Torino left his previous files, and I’ve been studying them before he retired,” he explains, drawing himself to a stand. “He was great, wasn’t he? I’m sorry if I don’t own up to your expectations.” Crossing over to the table, he unloops the stethoscope from around his neck and sticks the buds in his ears. “I need you to breathe in and out for me, nice and slow,” he tells you, pressing the cool metal to your chest.

You go through the usual routines, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Doctor Midoriya hums in which you assume is a good way; you can feel your skin heating up whenever large green eyes flick to your face, digging in right to your soul.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” he says, voice low. The deep rumble sets your nerves alight, your insides pulsing. Dare you say it, but you’re disappointed when he pulls away, looping the stethoscope back around his neck. He scribbles something onto his clipboard, his lips pursed in thought. You take the opportunity to study his side profile, the dainty curve of his nose, the angle of his jaw. How big is this guy, anyway? He’s huge for a doctor.

“I’m six-three, if that’s what you’re wondering,” he chirps, tossing down his pencil. He laughs at the startled expression playing on your face. “Sorry, sorry… A uh, a lot of people ask me that, you know? And I typically get a good read on what people are thinking, so… Yeah! Some people used to call me tree in med school! You know, because of the green hair and all…” Clearing his throat awkwardly, he walks back over to where you sit. “How have you been feeling since your last visit?”

Subconsciously rubbing at your chest, you send him a mere shrug. “I’ve been better, I’ve been worse. I’m just bummed Doctor Torino left on such short notice.”

“That makes two of us,” Doctor Midoriya admits, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. “He’s such a great mentor and all, don’t get me wrong, but it sucks that his time is up.”

Cocking your head, your ears twitch with interest. “Mentor?”

At that, Doctor Midoriya’s face lights up. “Oh! Yeah! I had my internship with Doctor Torino, and he taught me so much!”

“Internship…? Really? I don’t remember seeing you around whenever I had appointments with him.”

“Nah, I don’t think so. I would’ve remembered seeing someone like you!” He giggles – giggles – at his own words, but then it quickly dies down as realization crosses his features. “Wait, wait!” he says frantically, waving his hands before him. “I didn’t mean to sound creepy or anything like that! It’s just that you don’t see hybrids very often, and you’re a dog, and I happen to really like dogs, and I-“ His yammering turns into an incoherent mumble, then, as he awkwardly wrings his hands together.

Heh. He’s pretty cute.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” you say, shooting his own words back at him. “You’re a newbie, right? You’re awfully young for a doctor.”

To your pleasant surprise, Doctor Midoriya blushes. Instinctively, he claps a hand over his mouth and looks away. Again, he clears his throat. “I graduated last year, actually. So yeah, I’m still new to this whole thing, but I want to help as much as I can!” Turning back to you, his flustered expression melts into a determined one. “And since you’re my first serious patient, you can rely on me. I promise to take real good care of you, mark my words.”

You smile. “I look forward to it, Doctor. I expect you to keep that promise.”

-

Three months. Three solid months.

Hypothetically, you should be thrilled being in Doctor Midoriya’s presence so often. Realistically, it’s pure torture.

How this guy doesn’t realize he’s easily the hottest person in the room is beyond you, plus his personality is downright adorable. It’s funny, really, how you’re the one with the dog quirk yet he’s the one who acts more like one. He gets excited over the simplest of things, and you were quick to realize that he’s a giant nerd. It’s clear that he’s got a brain in that skull of his – and, if you’re being entirely honest, it makes Doctor Midoriya that much more attractive.

His constant murmuring and chippering never fail to put a smile on your face. With every appointment you have with him, you purposefully bring up a topic he’s bound to show some interest in just to hear him talk. So yeah, you might be infatuated with your insanely hot doctor, but who can blame you? He’s kindhearted, smart, good-looking, has a good job…. Okay, and maybe he’s packing down south. It’s not your fault that his scrubs clung to his body that one time. You just happened to notice it.

You doubt he’s doing these kind of things on accident. Hell, Doctor Midoriya blatantly flirts with you, for crying out loud. Well, it’s actually more subtle than that, but the point still stands.

“(y/n)?” Doctor Midoriya calls out as he enters the room, the door sliding shut behind him. Warmth floods your chest as your tail sets off in a slow wag. He laughs at your reaction, that toothy smile of his forming on his face. Just like every other time he shows it, you fall a little bit deeper for him.

“Doctor Midoriya,” you greet. Your fingers dig into the table as you bite down on your bottom lip. He looks good, dark blue scrubs shaping his figure nicely. You, on the other hand, stick to a simple pair of gym shorts and t-shirt. It’s a hot day outside, after all.

As Doctor Midoriya scribbles something down on his handy clipboard, you slowly spread your legs further apart. It’s a slight bit, nothing more, but the movement seems to catch his attention. Setting down his pencil, you notice how his eyes linger on your bared thighs for a moment longer than what’s considered appropriate. Slipping the stethoscope from around his neck, he gets up from his stool and crosses to wear you sit.

“Any problems lately?” he asks, voice as professional as always. Sneaky bastard, trying to pretend like he wasn’t just staring at your thighs.

“Besides the weather, not really. The heat makes things a bit easier, though,” you tell him.

Doctor Midoriya hums. Pressing the end of the stethoscope to your chest, he tells you to breathe in and out, nice and deep. “I’m not hearing any abnormalities in your breathing,” he says simply, switching to your back instead. “Besides the DCM, you’re in wonderful health.”

“That’s a relief,” you mutter.

He continues to go through the regular routine of your biweekly checkup. Soon enough, he’s looking through a scope at your dog ears, checking for any signs of an incoming infection. Try as you might, but you enjoy the way he caresses your ear, leaning into his touch as your tail takes off wagging. Doctor Midoriya chuckles, indulging in your wants and giving your ears a proper scratch.

“You really are like a dog,” he points out, his tone lighthearted. “A cute little puppy.” And there he goes, blessing your ears with his giggle. As you glance at him, you see the pretty blush adorning his cheeks, the gleam of mirth in his large eyes.

Puppy.

For some ungodly reason, you really like the way it sounds coming from his mouth.

“You shouldn’t be referring to your patients with a pet name, Doctor,” you drawl.

The blush on his face darkens. In true fashion, he hastily looks away and awkwardly coughs into his fist. “My apologies,” he murmurs. “If… If it’s any consolation, your ears are really soft…”

A small smile pulls at the corners of your lips. “I’m only teasing,” you reassure.

He flinches.

Teasing.

“Besides, you said you really like dogs, right? I think puppy is cute.”

Doctor Midoriya looks back to you. “…Really?”

You nod. “I do.”

For a moment, neither one of you say anything. The look in Doctor Midoriya’s eyes is unreadable; whether that’s a good thing or not, you’re not entirely too sure. He’s usually easy to get a read on, but like this… It’s nearly impossible.

“Do you mind if we check your flexibility? It’s just touching your toes, nothing more. If your back is out, I’ll recommend some chiropractors.”

Okay, strange. You figure he wants to change the subject – you know, and do his job – so you do as he says, hopping down from the table and stepping away. As you bend over, your fingertips skimming the toes of your sneakers, large hands splay out on your back. You jolt from the contact, your breath catching in your throat. Their movements are calculated, feeling along your spine for any sort of abnormality. You can practically feel Doctor Midoriya’s eyes boring into you; the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck come a stand as you wait for him to do something, anything.

“Your spine feels fine,” he tells you. “You feel a bit tense, though. Do you bend over a lot?”

Excuse me?

You scoff. “I’m bending over right now, aren’t I?”

Doctor Midoriya makes some weird choking sound. “No, no, that’s not what I meant! I meant when you sit or something like that…!”

“I’m teasing, Doctor. Relax.” You wiggle underneath his touch. “Am I allowed to stand straight now?”

You can practically feel the tension radiating off him. “I… Not yet. I need to check one last thing, okay?” Again, he uses that low, husky pitch, the one that reverberates deep in his chest. This is only the second time you’re hearing it, but fuck does it make your insides squeeze and your breath hitch.

Before your mind can completely register it, Doctor Midoriya’s large hands are on your ass, kneading the ample flesh through your shorts. A slight groan slips from your mouth at the unexpected contact. Shit, his hands are even larger than you originally thought, his grip rough and demanding.

“Does it hurt?” he continues, his voice staying as it is, making your brain turn delirious.

“N-no,” you stutter. You immediately cuss yourself out internally. A sharp gasp breaks from your throat as one of his hands grips the base of your tail and gives it a slight tug.

“How about now?”

You wince as he does it again. “Yes, okay?” you seethe through clenched teeth. “Just don’t… Don’t tug on my tail like that.”

“So, your ears and tail are sensitive,” Doctor Midoriya mumbles to himself. “Interesting.”

“Doctor, what are you even going on about-“

At that very moment, those strong hands of his yank you backwards, your ass colliding with his pelvis. Heart leaping to your throat, you’re left scrambling for a shred of reality. Doctor Midoriya leans over you, his muscular chest pressing into your back. He’s so warm, and he oddly smells like mint, but it’s not like you’re going to complain anytime soon.

“This is such a bad idea,” he confesses into your ear, “but you’re just so cute, puppy. You like it when I call you that, right?”

“Doctor-“

“Tell me to stop,” he continues, a frantic edge to his voice now, “tell me I’m a disgusting pervert. I shouldn’t be doing this, but shit… I’ve been fantasizing about holding you this close.” Subconsciously, he rocks his hips into you, his engorged cock grinding into your ass.

Shit, shit, is this really happening? Your doctor has just fessed up to fantasizing about you, and, to be quite frank, you’re a bit too happy to hear that. It’s not like he’s the only one feeling this way; you’ve had your fair share of dreams over the months, most of them with him in between your legs in some fashion.

Straightening up, you reach back and grab him by the back of the neck, balancing yourself in his grip. A breathless noise fills your ear as you grind back against him, your nails scratching into his nape.

“O-oh,” he says, the sound delightfully raspy as it fills your ear.

“You aren’t the only one who’s been thinking of things,” you confess, your voice sounding equally as strained. Again, some unholy noise slips from his dusty lips, the grip on your hips tightening ever so slightly.

“Puppy… Don’t say things like that.”

You bark out a laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re going soft, Doctor. Acting like you’re in charge one moment and then like a scared little bunny the next. A big boy like you should choose one and stick with it.”

Now you’ve done it. Like merely flicking a switch, Doctor Midoriya moans into your ear as he spins you around and stumbles backwards, ass landing on the examination table with you in tow. You squeak in surprise as he easily drags you into his lap, lifting you up as though you weighed next to nothing. The lustful haze in his eyes is evident, the blush adorning his face making his freckles pop.

“Shit,” you curse, eyelids fluttering as his cock rubs frantically against your ass. Again, another surprised noise escapes your mouth as he bounces you in his lap, his clothed erection grinding against your ass and sex. A sliver of tongue peeks from between his teeth, the gleam in his eyes nothing short of determination.

“This is so wrong,” Doctor Midoriya murmurs, his fingertips digging harshly into your ass. “But you like it, right? Right, puppy? You want me to fuck you, right? Right?”

Goddammit-

“Yes,” you grit, fingers clutching at his broad shoulders while your tail impatiently smacks against his thighs. “Come on, Doc, treat me like the good little puppy I am.”

You should’ve expected this, really. An almost animalistic whimper bursts from the back of his throat as he surges forward, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like cherry lip balm and the lingering sweetness of a cough drop – it’s an odd mixture, but not one that you dislike. Months of built-up tension are finally breaking free from the dam, desperate movements and slurred words quickly taking over your mind. Doctor Midoriya is somewhat sloppy with his kisses, but the way he sucks on your tongue and grinds his cock into you is heavenly.

Fingers skimming over the swell of his pecs and the rigid lines of his abs, Doctor Midoriya shudders at your fluttering touch. You swallow his moan as your hands drift under the shirt of his scrubs, heated skin and a fine trail of hair greeting your fingertips.

Pulling away, Doctor Midoriya pants heavily as you continue to pet his lower abdomen, his cock twitching beneath you. “Wait, wait,” he breathes, hands inching around towards your front, “can we – Can we touch each other?”

“As long as you keep quiet,” you murmur, tongue flicking across your lower lip. “Don’t want the others to know that Doctor Midoriya is a bad boy, hmm?” At that, a high-pitched groan emits from his chest as you shove your hand under the band of his underwear, hand circling around the base of his cock.

“Fuck, puppy, that feels good…”

Quickly following your lead, he slips a hand into your undies; his strong fingers immediately seek out the sensitive spot of your sex, causing your back to arch into his touch. A low, drawn out curse seeps from your mouth as you feel your arousal starting to coat his fingers.

“I guess being a doctor has its benefits, huh?” Doctor Midoriya mutters, tone dropping into that husky pitch once more. Even more of your arousal practically gushes over his fingers, your insides tightening around nothing. Two can play at this game, dammit.

Soon, the two of you are heavily petting each other, wrists flicking and fingers digging into sensitive flesh perfectly. Both your ears and tail lay flat as you pant into his neck, your thighs beginning to quiver with want. Doctor Midoriya isn’t fairing any better, his cock weeping precum as he mumbles incoherently. Maybe it’s the enticing little pants breaking through his puffy lips, or maybe it’s the sinful schlick schlick of your hand around his fat cock, but fuck do you want him inside of you, fucking you stupid.

“Doctor,” you purr, pushing yourself up onto your knees. “Have I been a good puppy? Will you fuck me with your cock and make me yours?” You nearly smile as he twitches in your hand at your filthy words.

Feebly nodding, Doctor Midoriya reluctantly pulls his hands away from you, opting to yank down his bottoms and underwear so they’re stretched around his meaty thighs instead. Your mouth practically waters at the sight of his cock – darker than the rest of his skin and veiny like his hands, he’s just as big as you expected, maybe even bigger. Still, you hastily yank down your own offensive clothing and slip back onto his lap, hovering over his twitching cock.

Doctor Midoriya thickly swallows. “I’m… I’m clean. You don’t have to worry- Fuck, oh my god!” Slapping a hand over his mouth, he groans deeply as you sheathe yourself on him, eyes nearly rolling towards the back of your head at the stretch. Yeah, he’s definitely huge.

For a moment, you allow yourself to grow used to the feeling of him inside. This is really happening; all caution is being thrown to the wind, repercussions be damned. He’s finally in your grasp, and you don’t plan on letting him go any time soon. “You said you wanted to fuck me, Doctor,” you mutter into his ear, your hips beginning to swivel. “Do it like you mean it.”

Again, that determined expression crosses his features. “With a challenge like that, who I am to decline?” Adjusting his grip on your ass, he easily lifts you up and drops you back on his cock, eliciting a breathy moan to fall from your swollen lips. “Don’t worry, puppy – as your doctor, I’m going to take real good care of you…"

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A Private Show

John Wick x f!character 

Summary: It’s John’s birthday and his wife has a surprise for him.

Words: 2350

Warnings: pole dancing/stripping, smut (bodily fluids, oral)

Exhausted after another grueling, yet successful job, John was getting ready to head back home tonight. Exiting his bathroom in nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips, he felt at peace, leaving his job behind for a while. He was finally getting some personal time.

John was so lost in his thoughts about returning home that he barely noticed a purple envelope lying on the floor; someone must have slipped it under his door while he had the shower on.

Suspicious and holding a gun in his hand, John slowly opened the door, taking a look around the corridor, hoping to see the person who was behind that; however, no one was there anymore. Curious to know what was inside, he had no choice but to open the envelope.

Given the usual, John wasn’t expecting anything good in there. Best case scenario, he thought there could be directions for a new job, meaning he would have to stay here for the weekend. And worst case… he didn’t want to think about that yet.

Holding the envelope in his calloused hands, John carefully opened the letter. He was pleasantly surprised to find a short note written in an immaculate cursive.

From the first glance it looked printed, but no, it was handwritten; the letters so perfectly smooth and so familiar that John was sure about the person responsible for these lines. It was her, it must have been her.

Just as he was to put the letter down and go search for a nice three piece suit, John heard his telephone ringing. He hesitated for a second, thinking he should better concentrate on following the address, but eventually he decided to pick it up, just in case.

“The car is waiting for you, Mister Wick.” It was Charon calling from reception, his tone suggesting that John should not reject the night that was awaiting him.

“Thank you.” His answer was concise, masking the excitement, and, after putting the phone down, John rushed to get dressed.

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Stepping out of the car, John learned that the address belonged to a strip club. He was not exactly sure what to think of it, but he couldn’t really complain if that was her organizing it. Was there a surprise party awaiting him inside? Had she hired someone to dance for him? John had so many thoughts, but he was rushing indoors to see for himself what the letter was about.

Inside the club he was met by the dim lighting, only neon purple showing the way. John couldn’t see any people hanging around, leading him to believe that there was something really special planned for tonight.

He was burning with anticipation, walking towards the main lounge with shiny poles enlightened on the center stage. Deeper into the club, John noticed that there was a bottle of dark whiskey, his favorite, supposedly waiting for him; he got himself comfortable on a velvet sofa waiting for the show to begin.

As John was putting the bottle down after pouring himself a drink, he heard I Put a Spell on You by Nina Simone starting to play. The lights suddenly shifted, concentrating on a single pole, the one that was closest to him.

Then finally, John saw her. His wife. Slowly walking out of the shadows, wearing just a set of black see-through bralette paired with a diamond lace G-string.

The sight made John forget about the glass he had just poured for himself, forcing him to lean closer to the stage. He even held his breath for a moment or two, admiring his woman sensually stepping on a podium; her scarlet lips forming a sultry smile accompanied by a sinful gleam in her eyes.

Keeping the eye-contact she leaned her back against the metal bar, sliding down in a lengthy, sensual motion, keeping her angles together, but spreading her knees further apart. She kept her one arm up, clenching the pole above her head, while another teasingly stroked her inner thigh, concentrating John’s attention towards her center, driving him crazy with what was only a prelude for the show he was about to receive.

There was already a lump forming in John’s throat and he could hardly swallow marveled by the sight of his wife gracefully standing back up, swaying her hips together with the beat.

She walked around the pole, showcasing her behind, her perfectly round cheeks framed by the shiny jewels forming a string. John’s brain was short circuiting, the heat overpowering his core, as she was arching her back, rolling her body against the shiny metal bar.

Hooking one leg around it, she effortlessly mounted herself up the pole with grace. She was spinning, her free leg flowing in the air. Unbelievably, his wife kept upping her game, flipping over to face the floor, splitting her legs like it came natural to her.

She had the perfect flow, seamless fluidity in her motion. John could only wonder when or where she had learned.

Finally gathering the strength back to his hands, John took a sip of his drink, minding her surprising flexibility, the way she could spread her legs like it was simple for her. He felt his pants tightening thinking about all the things he could do bending her in various shapes, the way his hips could thrust deep into her, keeping her legs far apart giving the maximum access.

It was like she was reading John’s thoughts, sliding downwards with her body upside down, inverting the last second before reaching the ground. She landed into a perfect split, her bottoms subtly bouncing from hitting the floor.

John was admiring her glowing skin, the way she was showcasing her legs, sensually standing up with the help of the pole. He was eager to just go there and rip that meager outfit away from her.

Luckily that wasn’t necessary as John saw his wife stepping down from the podium and nearing his sofa, making his excitement shoot high. She kept teasing him, approaching John slowly with an erotic swing; her hands went to her back, unclasping the bralette and leaving her topless, giving another delicious treat for John’s eyes.

“A lap dance for my birthday boy,” she breathed in vulgar tone, hovering over his legs and making him press to the backrest with a single firm push. John inhaled, feeling her heat beginning to grind against his expanding crotch; her hands went under the lapels of his suit, nails digging into his tough chest.

“Can I touch?” John asked, taking a final sip and setting an empty glass on the table; he needed to free his hands, in case her answer was yes.

“Anything, darling.” The salacious words rolled over her tongue, and she delved into John’s lips, feeling his palms cupping, and then kneading her ass cheeks. The second she pulled away from the kiss, John’s mouth caught her nipple, sucking passionately and sending shivers all the way to her limbs.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled John even closer, making his face drown in the fullness of her breasts. She knew her pussy was already dripping, ruining his pants, but his bulge felt too good against her folds to worry about that.

She removed his jacket tossing it to the ground, and while her swift fingers moved to deal with his buckle, John was unbuttoning his vest at the same time. She kissed him once more, before kneeling down between his legs and sliding down his unzipped pants; just enough to get a hold on his stiff member, warm and meaty, looking colossal in her tiny palm.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll come before you even take it in your mouth.” John stated in a deep, carnal tone; his hands shaking form the need to pull her head closer and wrap her lips around his twitching cock.

“Patience,” she smirked, making a single, painfully slow lick from base to tip, her tongue gathering drops of precum emerging from his flushed summit. She stayed there for a while, her lips sucking only the tip, tasting salty liquor with her unhurried tongue.

Her eyes were fiery, assuring John that he was in for a long night. It was his birthday and she wanted for him to fully relax, forget everything about the world that was outside the club. At least for once in a really long time.

Gazing into John’s eyes she started gradually increasing the amplitude, taking more of him with each bob. She was getting really messy, saliva dripping at the corners of her lips, the music getting overpowered by the dirty sounds.

“Fuckk-“ John choked out, feeling her lips gliding his length, her palm stroking what was too much for her mouth. He couldn’t resist but to clench her hair in his hand, directing her movements; her pace and depth. Some of the jabs were almost too much, but John knew her the best, he wouldn’t have done so if she hadn’t been able to take that. His wife loved a little struggle, John was sure of that.

Each time her lips were reaching closer to the dark hair nesting his length, John felt himself nearing his edge; but he wasn’t going to come yet. John was pretty good at controlling himself, even when his wife was skillfully working between his legs. Having a fistful of her hair, John halted her movements, carefully helping her up. 

“Is something wrong?” She asked, sinking into his lap once again.

“Not at all.” He joined her lips for a quick, yet filthy kiss. “It’s just that I can smell your pussy all soaked, desperate to be filled.” John pulled her petty panties to the side, running two of his fingers between her folds. “Look at that, I wasn’t wrong.” Pushing his digits in, John cherished the sight of his wife slightly gasping, as he was stretching her walls before invading them with his hefty cock.

“Please, John.” She begged in a needy voice, her pussy throbbing with anticipation, waiting for his member to finally enter her.

“Patience,” John smirked, “You said it yourself.” He kept pumping her, his lips gently brushing against her neck, his free hand hugging her waist. She tried sinking lower to meet his fingers, but still, that wasn’t enough; not even close.

Knowing how to beat John at this game, she gave her palm a generous lick, then wrapped her finger’s around his stiff cock, stroking it gently, slightly clenching each time her hand was gliding up.

After a couple of mutual pumps, she felt John’s fingers abandoning her pussy and she watched him sucking his digits clean, then sticking them between her lips, rubbing into her tongue. “You’re a fucking dessert, love.” John hissed delving into wife’s mouth, alcohol mixed with her arousal being shared between them.

Caught up in the kiss, she felt his member slowly plowing her slit. John paused at her stretched entrance taking a good look into her desire-filled eyes, before gradually invading her heat.

She smiled at him sinking to the very base, staying there for a brief moment to adjust to his girth. “All good?” John whispered, wrapping his arms around his wife and running his fingers along her spine.

She nodded and hummed, leaning closer for a kiss. Just as their tongues collided, she started rocking her hips, the friction feeling so pleasurable, that it was impossible to stay still.

John admired her breasts bouncing in accordance with their pace, her nipples hard, perfectly beautiful; just like everything on his precious girl. She was the best birthday present John could ever receive.

He didn’t even have to thrust; it was all her, sitting in his lap, riding him to heaven. She felt amazing, her tight walls milking his cock like they were a perfect fit for each other.

“Faster.” John commanded slapping one of her ass cheeks, making her gasp and encouraging some more profound moves. They were both breathy, their lips joining and separating every few seconds, moans and groans thickening the air between them.

John could barely say another word, feeling her pussy soundly sheathing his ready-to-burst cock; her warm wetness splashing on his crotch with every move, his pubes getting soaked in her sweet juice. They were both almost there, their muscles tense, the build-up soon to be unleashed.

Seeing his wife getting close, John dragged his palm over her hip, his thumb finding her needy clit, pressing not so gently to it.

“Oh fuck, baby I-“ She whimpered, feeling her mind getting clouded form the sensation of his tip hitting her in the perfect spot, and his thumb rubbing determined circles on her painfully swollen bud.

“Come on, love.” John began rocking his hips, intensifying their collisions to the point where it was impossible for either one of them to hold on. “Cum for me,” he grunted, feeling his whole body seized by the commencing orgasm, just in time for when his wife’s toes curled, and they both trembled in each other’s arms.

Their whole bodies were burning, John’s cock twitching with every spurt, his hot seed generously coating her throbbing walls. “I love you,” John growled, burying his face in the crook of her neck. It was the peak of his high; John’s hands were pressing at his wife’s back, pushing her close to his chest.

“I love you too,” she breathed out into his ear, shaking surrounded by his embrace. After tangling her fingers inside John’s hair, she gently pulled his head backwards and sank into his lips. A slight movement of her core made John’s member to fall out of her aching hole, and she felt his slickness dripping down her thigh.

“Let’s go clean you up,” John lifted his beloved wife, bringing her legs to wrap around his waist, his dress shirt already soaking up most of the mess.

“Fine, but then I’ll show you what else I’ve got,” she beamed. “The club is ours for the whole night.”

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Fool’s Rush In

Part 10

I’m participating in @wackydrabbles​ prompt 71 “Dont be stubborn. Try it.”

Word Count: 1890

Pairing: Liam and Riley

Thanks @burnsoslow​ for beta reading and pretty much having to drag me across the finish line, as well as all the weeks and weeks of listening to me whine and pity myself.  And @emkay512​ for pre-reading and your encouraging words late Monday that made my whole night.

a/n: this is crack, plain and simple. I haven’t written since mid-october; just been paralyzed with fear over my own writing and this is my practice run and basically the best I could come up with. I’m going to try so so hard to finish this series

The new royal couple, fresh off their Vegas flight, stepped up to a makeshift podium the press had created on the tarmac. It was packed tightly with news station microphones crammed in every nook and cranny, one on top of the other. Voice recorders were spread across its surface, and the crown's private jet served as the backdrop. A bevy of frenzied reporters -- domestic and international -- pushed and elbowed their way into one another in hopes of getting the closest shot of the newlyweds and a chance to have their questions answered first.

“King Liam! Is the marriage binding?”

“How long have you known, Miss Brooks?”

“Were you trying to make a political statement by having a hooker at the ceremony?”

“Your Majesty! Will the monkey be joining your court soon?”

So many questions, most followed by laughter and snickers directed at the King and his bride.

Liam frowned as his eyes dashed side to side in a diligent effort to understand the literally thousands of questions that were lobbed at him all at once. He blinked rapidly as one flash of a camera after the next blinded and bleached his vision. Just as it would return to normal, another successive set of flashes would set him back again.

He had been a part of news conferences since he was a child, when he would watch his late father speak from different parts of the world, near and far, about this policy or that deal. Yet this was different. This was not only the biggest breaking story in Cordonia -- or even Europe -- but one that had swept the world. 

His drunken actions two nights ago, no doubt, would have created a stir; however, it was Maxwell's post on Instagram of the ceremony that now made him tabloid fodder. Everyone knew about the king who was married by his own brother and an Elvis impersonator, the leg-humping monkey that served as a ring bearer, and the chain-smoking, tube-top-wearing prostitute who was the maid of honor. As confident as Liam had been that he could handle this, as he'd dealt with so many other stories of intrigue regarding the monarchy, he couldn't dispel the twisting feeling that burrowed deep into the pit of his stomach.

Maybe Madeleine was right: he had become a laughingstock. A failure. Just one big fuck up.

As much as he hated to hear the things said about him, he could deal with it. In the morning, he would call Prince Harry to swap stories, survival tips, and perhaps share a good laugh about it.

It was just ...

Liam felt Riley's tiny hand grip his a little tighter. He wouldn't blame her one bit if his little pussycat turned around and headed back up the steps to the jet and returned to Las Vegas. The only thing Liam wanted to do was keep her shielded from the hurtful comments and insensitive questions. But to his astonishment, she stood there with all the feigned confidence in the world, flashing a big, beaming smile that lit his heart on fire, while staring back at him affectionately. She was handling the situation better than she was before they stepped off the plane. He knew she was doing it for him. God, she just makes everything better. 

Feeling a little more grounded and in control, Liam returned her smile. A touch of radiance sparkled between his eyes and hers, as if it were some sort of unspoken conversation only they understood. Riley knew exactly what he needed at that moment to rise above this scandal they were both being raked over the coals for: He needed her to be okay.

Raising his free hand to calm the crowd so that he might address their concerns, he noticed the press' attention and cameras suddenly shift away from him and into the distance. Murmurs and chatter soon erupted. Naturally, Liam's gaze followed suit -- towards a group of heavily-armed soldiers heading their way. They wore white hazmat uniforms and had self-contained breathing apparatus and personal protective equipment. Leading the charge was a well-dressed gentleman in a three-piece suit with a shiny bald head that glistened with heavy perspiration. 

He walked like he hadn't shit in weeks.

Liam squinted and lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight. “The hell is that?”

Riley inched closer to Liam and clasped his suit jacket. "What's happening right now? Who are all those people, Liam?"

Liam's forehead creased in puzzlement; he didn't know. Wrapping his arms protectively around Riley, he pulled her even closer but never answered the question. It wasn't until the uniformed men stopped briefly and pointed to Drake, who was standing with his arms crossed at the bottom of the stairs, that it suddenly became clear who they were looking for.

Reporters and onlookers had been so focused on Liam’s return with the American woman, they hadn’t noticed that the brooding Walker had exited the jet last among their posse. Just as everyone had watched replays and snippets of Maxwell’s Instagram video, they were also fully aware the King’s best friend wasn’t exactly returning to Cordonia … healthy … thanks to Maxwell’s Tik Tok sing-along. 

A video Drake Walker had no clue existed. 

 The crowd began to disperse in fear and panic. If men in hazmat suits were needed, they could only assume this went well beyond your casual, run-of-the-mill STD.

Still in no mood to play around, Drake started yelling obscenities and gradually backing away from the hazmat brigade that was closing in on him like a cheetah at a water buffalo hole. 

"Mr. Walker," a heavily echoed voice called out, sounding oddly reminiscent of Darth Vader through their breathing contraption, "we need you to come with us."

"The fuck I do." Drake shook his head emphatically while continuing to slide away from them. "I'll beat the shit out of all of ya if you so much as touch me."

"Now, Mr. Walker, don't be stubborn. Try it, and you'll find yourself with a nice little tranquilizer to the ass. Are you going to come with us willingly, or do we have to make this more difficult than it needs to be?"

Drake stood motionless in disbelief. "I don't even know what you guys want or what you think I did," he squawked with a hint of desperation in his tone.

"Tough titties. SEIZE HIM!"

With that order, Drake twisted on the heels of his boots and took off, dodging and weaving away from a bunch of men he had no clue why were even after him. 

He had a pretty good hunch, though, who set this chain of events in motion.

The bald guy in a three-piece suit walked up to Liam and flipped his badge open. "Your Majesty?"

Liam nodded, not bothering to acknowledge the man's credentials. "I am. What is the meaning of all this? What the hell are you doing with Drake?"

"Sir, if you will, it has come to our attention that Mr. Walker is a public health risk and highly contagious. We will have to secure him into our custody at once."

Liam scrunched up his face in utter confusion and stared back at the official before responding, “He just has case of crabs, syphilis, herpes, genital warts, gonorrhea, and chlamydia. You’re treating him like he’s about to start some damn worldwide pandemic. Without sexual contact and with heavy doses of medications and creams, Drake should be able to live a normal life like anyone else. So, as the ruler of this country, I am ordering your men to stand down at once.”

“My apologies, King Liam, but my orders come from the World Health Organization and the United Nations. You'll need to take this up with them. Dr. Wolfschitz was clear on the protocol."

"Dr. Wolfschitz?" Liam questioned as realization quickly set in. He twisted around to face Leo, who had this enormous shit-eating grin, the likes he'd never seen on him before. "You? You did this?"

“Walker messed with the wrong bull, little bro.” Leo stuck up his pointer fingers on both sides of his head with a menacing scowl and smugness in his tone. “Now he gets the horns.”

Liam swatted away one of Leo's finger horns. “This is serious, Leo. Not everything is a joke! You're going to fix this, NOW!"

Leo placed a comforting hand on his younger brother’s shoulder, patting it a few times before speaking softly to him. “Look, I know you’re upset right now. You two were very close. But the Drakester is going to a far better place. There’s a big open field and everything where he can run and play all day with others just like him. And all the meaty bones he can eat too … lucky bastard.”

Riley had to bury her face in Liam’s chest to prevent the laugh that threatened to escape, but the bobbing of her shoulders was something she couldn’t hide. 

“NOW, Leo!” 

Leo tried to hold his ground but was too weak to resist the impatient glare Liam was burning into his soul. After a brief moment, he rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "Why ya gotta be such a dillhole, Liam? Do you realize you get rattled faster than a two-tit turtle on a tightrope? It's really not your best quality, little brother, but we can work on that." Annoyed, Liam rubbed a hand over his eyes and groaned as his brother continued, "Either way, Father always said, ‘if you can't help your fellow man out, you might as well become one of the Walkers.’ Truer words were never spoken so eloquently.”  Leo raised his eyes to the heavens thoughtfully before thinking better of it and lowered them toward the ground. "May you rest in peace, Father," he shouted.

As Leo trotted off to speak with Bald Dude to confess his false claim, Bastien helped guide Liam and Riley through the rambunctious swarm of reporters and spectators. Once they reached the limo, Liam helped Riley inside as Maxwell rounded the vehicle and climbed in on the other side. Pausing for a moment before sliding in, the King placed his hands on top of the open door of the limo and turned one last time to check on his friend. He swallowed hard over the guilt of leaving him behind. As His Majesty watched in horror, Drake took a tranquilizer dart to the back of the thigh and Bastien insisted the area was a security threat, shoving him inside. They would send another car to transport Drake and Leo back to the palace. 

Bastien stomped on the gas pedal and sped off, kicking up dirt and smoke as the tires peeled and squealed against the fiery Cordonian asphalt.

When they passed through the airport's security gate, a small motorcade following closely behind, Liam finally lifted his head, his eyes growing wide when he realized what just happened: Bastien's shove had sent Liam flying across the seat to land face-first into a lap — her lap. 

He stayed frozen in place, unable to look anywhere but the two slender, bronzed legs peeking out below the hem of his new wife's dress. 

Riley lifted an eyebrow, a slight grin dangling from her plush pink lips. "Something you wanna say, Your Majesty?"

Everything that had just happened in the 15 minutes since they landed was long forgotten. Drake who? Liam glanced up with a devilish smirk. "Welcome to Cordonia, Pussycat."

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writing ask: 5 & 19!

Heeey, nice to hear from you! :>

5. what do you think is the most important part of writing?

Actually sitting down and doing it, which is something I'm very bad at. I'll lie in bed for hours thinking about various scenes and lines of dialogue in excruciating detail, and then I will fail to actually write any of it for weeks. I also end up staring at my screen and agonizing over single sentences/words for way longer than I should. I think if I could write more freely without fearing failure/mediocrity, I'd probably be a better writer by now just from having written so much more. When I ask for writing prompts on here, it's usually an attempt to push myself to write little pieces quickly without thinking too much about them, but it's not always successful. 🤦‍♂️

19. do you plan out your projects? if yes, to what level? how well do you stick to your plans?

Hmm, I think the Morvran/Geralt thing I'm working on is a pretty good example of how I end up writing longer stories:

Come up with a concept and 3-4 scenes that I really want to write

Write those, often focusing just on the meaty bits and leaving out the intro & ending to each scene

Write a couple more bits of scenes to flesh out the themes and narrative that emerged from what I have so far

Try to think of an ending

Abandon the fic for weeks/months/years (lol T-T)

Actually think of an ending (I will not be satisfied on this point until I have a suitably punchy final line pre-written in my head)

Write down a list of all the scenes I have so far in chronological order

Add scenes to the outline to get to the ending I want in a satisfying way, shuffle scenes as needed

Review the outline and make sure that a) the timeline makes sense, and b) I've inserted all the foreshadowing/through lines/symbolism/callbacks I wanted to (I made that sound way deeper than it is. I write smut, so most of the time this means shit like "Morvran likes to write letters and that needs to come up at least twice before X happens" or "Morvran calls Geralt only by his first name until scene XYZ" or "The animals on Geralt's vineyard follow Iorveth around -> peacock sits nearby when he's outside -> throwaway mention of feathers braided into his horse's mane in final scene". Just a way to keep myself and the setting consistent.)

Write the missing scenes based on my completed outline

Polish what I've neglected: the way scenes start/end/flow into each other, place descriptions, lore (like locations, history, clothing, double-checking that food/names/other details feel appropriate).

Re-read about 894 times and agonize over some sentences that I can't quite make work.

Get impatient with myself and just bang out the last few missing bits, grimace at them, then post.

SO EFFICIENT. But yes, overall I tend to stick to my plans in the sense that the end result is always pretty faithful to the initial idea. Couldn't tell you in advance how long something is going to be or how exactly it's going to end, though.

(Random note regarding step #11: I was wondering how the hell Witcher 2-style pants worked the other day, because fic writers either stick to "codpiece" or some vague mention of "unlacing", so I looked it up. It's called a pubic bib, and the thought of putting those two words into an erotic story makes me want to flush my entire computer straight down the toilet. "Unlacing" it is.)

[one-boring-person]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Lost Boys request! I thought of this at work and just couldn’t get it out of my head! I was wondering if you could do and imagine with a fem!reader, who works on the boardwalk during the night, like at a diner or something, and the she catches all the boys eyes and they all decide to just mess with her. Kind of just make her job harder, until one day she snaps and gets upset cause she’s had a shitty day, and then they all apologize in their own way! Thanks luv!

Of course! I hope you like this!💛💛💛

They Behave Like Kids

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: bad language, dirty comments

Masterlist.

I try not to growl in frustration when I hear the door open once more, the sound of four pairs of heavy footsteps rapping on the floor alerting me to who it is instantly, the corresponding laughter and chatter accompanying them just confirming my suspicions. Putting on a false smile, I turn around to face the room, quickly locating the four bikers as they make their way to the counter, waiting to order their food, eight eyes quickly fixing on me as I saunter over, my attitude purely put on and fake. Slipping in behind the countertop, I grab my notepad from my pocket and a pen from behind my ear, going over to them, ready to take their orders.

"Good evening, what can I get for you?" I recite, putting the pen to the paper in preparation.

Three of them list off what they want, the smallest blonde (who I know to be Marko) smirking suggestively at me when he orders an extra large hot dog, muttering something about it being representative of something, but I choose to ignore the statement, going instead to take the taller blonde's order.

"Yeah, I'd like a burger and a large glass of ice cold water, cuz I'm burning up being this close to you." He grins, leaning across the counter as he places his order, biting his lip.

"Burning up? What do you mean?" I question, too tired to fully grasp what he is saying until it's too late, my tolerance levels dropping considerably at the words that follow.

"I'm burning up because you're hot as hell. Might need to cool you down a little." Paul finishes what is unfortunately his attempt at a pickup line, my eyes rolling as I take down what he wants, before I cordially tell them to sit down, promising that the food will be out soon.

Turning, I push my way into the kitchen, shouting the order out to the chef as I go, only to have him snap some dirty comment back at me about my attitude, his meaty hand reaching through the separation to snatch the ticket from me. Gritting my teeth, I go back out into the main area, quickly going to prepare their drinks, filling the cups with some force as I try to suppress the frustration and annoyance I've felt all day. Finishing them, I place them on a tray, quickly moving round the bar to take them over to their recipients, deftly dodging in and around the scattered tables, my arm aching slightly from carrying heavy loads for so long. Upon reaching their table, I grimace slightly as I notice that Marko and Paul have already set about squirting each other with the ketchup sachets on the table, their faces slightly stained with the red sauce already.

"Here are your drinks. Would you mind not doing that, please?" I ask them wearily, setting down the tray and handing out the beverages with confidence, knowing exactly who ordered what. As they hear me say this, Paul and Marko pull apart, smirks on their faces as they nod, using napkins to wipe the gooey mess from their skin.

"Thanks, kitten. I'm sorry about them, they behave like kids whether they're in public or not." The leader, David, apologises, his smooth voice laced with amusement and exasperation as he gazes at the other bikers, blue eyes frosty.

"No problem." I respond, blushing at the nickname as I turn to leave, only to be stopped by a large hand on my wrist.

Twisting, I see the dark haired one looking up at me, brown eyes boring into me as he smiles pleasantly.

"Can we get some more ketchup, please? Ours seems to have been misplaced." He requests, smirking slightly at the implication behind his words.

"Of course." I smile back, the gesture completely faked as I pull my hand from his grip, quickly going to one table in order to take some of the sachets from the holder there, taking them back to their table, "Here, I hope this is enough."

Dropping it on the surface, I hurriedly walk away, choosing to go into the kitchen to see how things are going. As I enter, the chef turns to me with a disgruntled expression, bloodshot eyes staring me down.

"Whaddya want?" He slurs, slamming a plate on the side, where he starts arranging some food, attitude as violent as how I currently feel.

"I just wanted to know how the food is coming along." I respond sweetly, trying to defuse his bad mood, even though mine is no better.

"That's none of your concern. Its ready when I say it is, now get outta here before I get real angry." He snarls at me, eyes narrowing as I hastily retreat from the room, going to stand behind the counter instead.

Unsurprisingly, Marko is standing there, holding an empty glass as he waits to be served, doe eyes glittering with mischief as he eyes me.

"Can I get a refill, please? This disappeared pretty quickly." He asks, pushing the glass forwards.

"It disappeared? As in you drank it too quickly?" I comment, my tone a little too sharp to be joking, body tense as I take the glass and start filling it.

"Err, no. Disappeared as in it absorbed itself into the seat." He supplies, smirk audible in his tone.

It takes me a second to process this, but when I have, I turn back to him slowly, my lips set into a hard line.

"Absorbed into the seat? You spilt it, didn't you?" I say quietly, my grip tightening dangerously on the glass.

"Maybe." He grins at me, looking suggestively in the direction of the table, where the others are eyeing me, David appearing amused, Dwayne smiling slightly and Paul holding back peals of laughter.

Glaring at Marko, I grab a damp cloth and step out from behind the counter, going over to the table in frustration, yanking the chair out from its place as I go to clean it. I scrub at the new stain, not quite realising that I have my ass pointed at Marko until he's right behind me, body uncomfortably close to mine.

"Damn, nice view." He remarks, causing Paul to stand from his seat and rush around to stand beside his friend.

"I wanna see it!...oh yeah, you are damn right! Nice ass, sweets." He whistles lowly, chuckling at the redness in my cheeks as I stand back upright again, eyes blazing in outrage as they rake their gazes up my body.

Forcefully, I slam the chair back under the table and stalk off, silently fuming as I feel all four pairs of eyes on me again. Just as I walk back, I hear the tell tale ding of the bell, signifying that the food is ready to be served.

Sighing, I push through into the kitchen, blatantly ignoring the chef as he makes a snide remark, grabbing the plates that are ready and walking back out, quickly manouvering myself so that I can easily get out from behind the counter. Swiftly, I stride over to the four boys, handing out the corresponding plates without saying much, going to get the other two plates, bringing them out quickly enough. As I place these down, Marko instantly makes a dirty comment.

"Always like it nice and long. It's always better when it is, don't you think, (Y/n)?" The blonde grins at me as I roll my eyes.

"You have any aioli?" Dwayne asks me, brown eyes questioning as he stares up at me, a knowing smirk on his face.

"I doubt it." Is all I say, waiting for the smartass response.

"Good, because all of us are allergic to it." David butts in, winking at me knowingly.

"So why did you...ugh." I start, groaning at the end as I turn and walk back to the bar, only to snap back around again when I hear Paul make a comment.

"Damn, she's a bit tense today, isn't she?"

At this, I storm back over to them, something inside me finally snapping as the tensions of the day boil over.

"You know what, Paul? I am tense today, and I couldn't care less what you, any of you, think of that. I've had a pretty shitty day, and you guys coming in here to take the piss is the last thing I needed right now. You do this every night! Every. Bloody. Night. Don't you ever get bored of making life hell for me? Because I sure as hell am getting fed up with it! So yes, I'm tense today, and there's nothing, nothing, you can do to change that! Enjoy your meal, then leave. I don't, red to deal with this today." I snap at the four of them, surprised by the vehemency in my own tone, unused to speaking out like this, especially to a customer, even if they do deserve it.

Without a second thought, I whirl around and storm into the back room, hanging up my apron as I step outside for a smoke break, my breathing heavy and uneven as I take out a cigarette.

The night air is cool around me as I lean back against the wall, my hands briefly coming up to cup the flame coming from my lighter so that it actually lights the cigarette, taking a deep pull from it once it is lit. I relish in the slight burn of the smoke entering my lungs, holding my breath for a few seconds before exhaling, watching the tendrils of smoke dissipate. Alone in the dark, I allow myself to try and forget everything that's happened, trying to relax my rigid body, my eyes focussed on the floor in front of me, unaware of the figure walking towards me down the alley until they've stopped right next to me. Starting, I look across at my new companion, only to scoff when I recognise who it is.

"What the hell do you want?" I bite out, taking another breath of smoke as he lights his own cigarette, the platinum blonde only now looking over at me.

"I wanted to apologise." He states, voice low and smooth as always.

I choke on my smoke, incredulous as to what I've just heard.

"You came to apologise? Really? You think I believe that?" I growl in response once I've recovered, annoyed that he won't just leave me alone.

"I did. I came here to apologise for being such an ass to you whilst you work. I know that it makes life harder for you, but I'll be honest in that I never really considered the consequences on you." The blonde confirms, exhaling his breath of smoke as he speaks, eyes locking with mine briefly.

"Well, thank you, I guess." I reply after a few minutes, shocked and surprised at the genuine tone to his voice, finding myself believing him for once, even as he goes to continue.

"The boys wanna apologise, too." He informs me, gesturing to a space behind me. Turning, I find myself looking at the silhouettes of three familiar looking people, my surprise just increasing.

Dwayne steps forwards first, apologising before reaching out with one hand to take mine in his, his lips pressing against my knuckles sweetly, dark eyes glowing pleasantly.

Marko and Paul both sweep me up into their arms, crushing me against their lean bodies as they apologise into my hair, only letting go when I accept them, chuckling slightly when I awkwardly pat them on the back, drawing a laugh from David, too.

"We're very sorry, kitten. We'll try not to be such assholes from now on, but I can't promise anything for those two." David confirms again, gesturing back at Paul and Marko, who both protest in indignation at the statement, "We'd like it if you spent some time with us, though, outside of work."

At the offer, I feel faintly excited and worried at the same time, but I eventually give in to temptation.

"I'd love to join you guys."

[perish-after-dark]

Best Friend

Pairing: Top!Anguirus x Bottom!Godzilla/Goji

Summary: Goji goes into heat unexpectedly. Thankfully, his best friend knows exactly what to do. 

The king let out a long yowl as he clawed at the ground. His body burned from within as he tried to find any form of release. He humped his hips against the hill he had laid himself upon, but he knew it did very little to quench his sexual thirst. From his body came a sweet scent that traveled through the air. Not sweet in the ways we humans would detect, but sweet for titans. A musky, sea salt, and pure hormones type of smell that drove many titans mad. 

Going into heat was something Goji always worried about. Not because he didn’t want to, but rather he didn’t want to deal with the ensuing chaos if he did not get it under control quickly. Goji was not blind to the fact that many titans wanted him sexually, and he could only imagine the type of trouble they’d cause if they knew they could have sex with him.

Mothra’s location was unknown to him at the moment. He considers waiting for her like the good mate he is. However, his body does not like to wait. He yearns to be bred here and now. The king of the monsters shudders as he humps against the hill again. He was just so close too. 

Suddenly, he noted how his tail was being lifted and the sound of sniffing caressed his ears. For some odd reason, he didn’t instantly snap out at whoever dared to approach and make sure a bold move. Good thing he didn’t either because when he looked back he saw the joyful eyes of his closest companion Anguirus. 

“Angy-”

“You must be deep in heat if you’re already calling me that,” Anguirus chuckled as he moved his head down. “You smell really good Goji. I’ll make you feel just as good as well.”

The spiked titan lowered his head and pressed his nose against the slick slit. He inhaled the musk as much as possible. It was as though he was getting drunk with every inhale he took. 

Opening his mouth, Anguirus plopped his tongue against the now dripping slit and began to lap it. The king moaned and squatted a bit. Anguirus, knowing how much Goji liked to squirm, lifted his hands to grasp Goji’s hips. It’ll keep him in place for sure as Anguirus had a pretty impressive grip.

The spiked titan dragged his tongue up and down the length of the opening, swallowing down any slick that came on his tongue. He gladly continued as he heard the sweet moans that left the lips of the king. 

“Oh Angy,” Goji moaned as he pushed his hips back. “Angy your tongue~ Mmm.”

Anguirus smirked briefly before continuing. He’s shocked that Goji’s cock hasn't popped out yet. Perhaps Goji wants to be bred this time around. It’s a nice thought, to say the least. He wonders just how far the king will allow him to go.

Anguirus removes his tongue with a wet pop. Goji’s hips went lax in his grip. Between his legs, Anguirus’s cock emerged and throbbed in the open air. Pre-cum already dripping onto the ground and staining it with his smell. 

“Your ass,” Anguirus chuckles, “Want me to lube that up too?”

“Only if you plan to fuck me there~” Goji moaned with a cocky grin. He swayed his hips side to side in a seductive manner. Anguirus was taken back by that statement. Goji was no dominating alpha who demanded ass all the time, yet somehow it was still a shocker that he’d ever hear those words from the king at all. 

“I’ll consider,” Anguirus said as he licked his lips. He tugged aside Goji’s butt-cheek to reveal the twitching pucker before him. “Are you tight?”

“No one’s been back there~” Goji giggles. “I’m sealed as tight as they come~”

“I don’t know if you wanna brag about that,” The spiked quadruped spoke just as he started to soak his digits in his mouth. He sucked on them just enough to make sure that they were as lubed as can be. He didn’t want to hurt the king if he was telling the truth about being a virgin back there. “If you’re as tight as you say, I’d have to go easy on you.”

“Well, you don’t have to,” Goji replies. “I’m not...that much of a virgin you know. I...play with myself-”

“Just say you’ve had sex before Goji,” Anguirus laughed as he ran his digit over the pucker. The king let out a sign as bowed his head. Anguirus used one palm to tug on the king’s cheek as he used to other to gently caress the hole he would eventually have fun with. He made sure not to push any in. The joy came from teasing the tender hole and making the king of the monsters beg for it. “I won’t be jealous. A sexy guy like you must have had a few partners before.”

Anguirus removes his fingers and sucks on them again after the moisture starts to lessen. His thick cock throbs as he sees the glistening hole as it twitches for something to fill it. He couldn’t want to stuff his meaty shaft into the moist warmth of one of the most powerful and revered kaiju as of the present day. 

“U-use your tongue please….” Goji panted as he spread his legs some more. “I like your tongue.”

“As you wish your majesty,” Anguirus teased. He pulled back both cheeks as he licked his lips. He felt the coils of climax already pooling in his stomach. Who knew one could achieve such pleasure from pleasuring another? His tongue laps across the tight pucker and he enjoys how it twitched beneath his tongue. 

“Hah...mmm Angy,” Goji moaned as he reached back to hold his butt-cheek for Anguirus. “Fuck that feel so good~”

Anguirus began to push his meaty tongue past the threshold and fuck the warmth of the moist tunnel. Slickness against slickness as he filled the rectum of his king. He adored the flavor that dripped onto his tongue as he thrust it back and forth. Heavenly moans rang in his ears as the king seemed satisfied with the service given. When he removes his tongue, he runs over the slick hole several times. He even kisses it and sucks on it. 

Between his legs, the mighty king leaks with arousal. His heat only increased by the second as his best friend pleased him with his mouth. 

Slobber coated Anguirus lips as well as Goji’s hole and taint. Thick trails of salvia connected from Anguirus tongue as he feasts on the snug pucker. He increases his speed, enjoying the loud yowls being given. 

“Angy please,” Goji quivered. “Fuck me already~” 

Anguirus was going to cum then and there. The desperation in his voice let the spiked quadruped that the king really needed this. 

He removed his mouth with a loud pop. Again, the king’s legs go slack for a moment due to the overwhelming pleasure. Pre-cum trickles down his inner thighs as he cries hopelessly. The smaller kaiju smirks as he slaps Goji’s ass. The king mutters “Again” and Anguirus is more than happy to do as told. One slap. Two slaps. Three slaps. More. The rhythmic sound of flesh being struck. Goji cries with intense pleasure as his ass is assaulted over and over again. 

“Can I put it in?” Anguirus asks as he stands on his hind legs to mount the king. Goji groans as he feels the cockhead kiss his tight ring. He wanted it so bad that it was the only thing on his mind. 

“Mmm please put it in~” Goji cooed. 

“As you wish,” Anguirus smiled as he pushed himself inside. A loud gasp left Goji’s throat. Fuck it was big. He had no idea how much Anguirus had to offer, and if that was just the tip then Goji was kinda excited. 

“Oh my fuck,” Goji moans. “It’s so big baby.”

“R...really?” Anguirus looks down to realize that he’s only a quarter of the way inside. Goji’s ass was milking just the tip. It was so tight that Anguirus almost felt like he failed in loosening the king up. However, the deep rumble of pleasure coming from the bigger one’s throat approved of this. 

“Fuck Angy move~ More~” Goji cried as he pushed his hips back. It was a powerful hump that sunk Anguirus’ cock deeper than before. Both kaiju let out a long groan of intense pleasure. The spiked of the two feels his cock throbbing hard within the slick warmth of the other. Tight rings hugging against his thick meat. 

Anguirus hips were flush against the king’s. His body was tight against those soft cheeks as Goji whimpered. Anguirus slowly withdrew only to crash back in, pounding the sweet spot that created such heavenly sounds. The aroma of heat still burned his nostrils as he went on to breed the king. 

“Angy~ Fuck Angy...Mmmmm so fucking good,” Goji throws his hips back when Anguirus thrust forward to make a deliciously wet collision. “Oh my god...fuck yes yes yes.” 

“God,” Anguirus quivered as his body went on instinct. Desperate and hungry desires willed his hips back and forth. The ideals of breeding flooded his mind. He didn’t know if it were possible, but he got drunk on the idea of pumping Goji full till he gave him pups. 

“Nnngghh fuck Angy,” Goji looked back and lightly pushed on Anguirus’s chest. The spiked kaiji gave a confused look. Was Goji trying to push him off? Did he snap out of the highs of heat and realize this wasn’t what he wanted? “Angy sit back~”

Anguirus does as his king orders, though gives a groan as he leaves the warmth of that amazing ass. He keeps himself propped up on his elbows, curious as to what the king had in store. 

Anguirus throws his head back as Goji sinks himself on his cock, both moaning as it fills him in one go. The king of the monsters rotated his hips as he looked down to drink in the sight of his friend’s pleasure. 

Anguirus’ toes curled as his dick was giving unbelievable sensations. The added weight made it better as well. A part of him hoped he didn’t wake up as this all seemed like a dream. This was driven home more when Goji grabbed his face and made their lips connect. 

Large tongues lapped and massaged each other as the sound of smacking lips mixed with the sound of smacking skin. Any moans were swallowed down. Snaking his hands down, Anguirus wasted no time in slapping Goji’s ass several times as he rode him, making the king submit under his touch. 

“S...shit Goji,” Anguirus panted out when they removed their mouths from each other. Before he could speak his lips were taken up again. With the next breath, Anguirus expressed urgency. “I’m..I’m going to cum soon...I...I need to pull out-”

“No no,” Goji giggled. In a swift motion, he pushes Anguirus all the way down on the ground and holds him there. Dazed, Anguirus didn't really process what was going onto until he noticed the position change. 

The larger kaiju places his knees on either side to gain better support. He smirks before starting to go extra hard on Anguirus’ cock. The spiked quadruped let out a loud shout. 

“HOLY SHIT FUCK MMMM” Goji held him down and chuckled at the outburst. There was no way he was letting any of that cum to go to waste. If Anguirus was going to cum, he was going to do it inside him. Goji briefly considers if he gets knocked up, but then again isn’t the point of heat to dry and lure someone in TO give you pups? 

“Goji….ngh...fuck Goji I’m-”

“Do it please~” Anguirus tilted his head down and noticed just how wet Goji’s slit had become. It was leaking clear arousal that started to pool on his stomach. “Oh Angy nut in me baby~”

Anguirus let out a loud burst as he finally released all his love deep within the depths of Goji. His cock painfully throbbing as load after load was squirted into the warm tunnel he had spent the past few minutes in. So much so that it began to push back and leak along his buried dick and dripping against his tail. 

Goji followed suit as he came and coated Anguirus midsection with his love. Shallow and frankly shy moans exited his throat as he gave weak squirts in comparison to Anguirus explosion. 

There is only a moment for Anguirus to catch his breath as Goji rolls off of him. Both panted yet Anguirus notices that the smell hasn’t gone away. In fact, it had gotten stronger. The smaller of the two snaps his head to the side to see Goji trying (and failing) to muffle his groans as he reaches down to pleasure his slit. 

“Hey,” Anguirus said as he rolled on top with a large grin. “Don’t worry, you’re best friend is here to take care of you for as long as you need~” 

Sorry this took a while to complete. For about a month I had a hard time writing smut. Anyway, onto the next pairing!

[honeypirate]

I found you again

Daichi x y/n post time skip.

This is really long bc I didn’t want to do a second part. I could have split it up but that takes so long.

You were jogging in place, waiting for the crosswalk to tell you it was time.

It was early in the morning, your first day back in your hometown after college. You were on a run, re-familiarizing yourself with your old town before you were going to see if you could join the womens volleyball club in the community.

The light turned with the familiar beep you heard every morning walking to high school and you started to jog again, being back in town brought up many memories about volleyball and a certain boy you used to in love with.

After the last few years you wondered what happened to him. Back then you were too scared to confess your feelings so you didnt and you remained just close friends with him, after graduation you didn’t keep in contact, you went abroad to try and rid yourself of your feelings and, as much as you know, it worked.

You round a corner and smack face first into the back of a big man, and has you grunt and hit the ground on your butt you only realize that it’s a police officer “Sorry sir, I didn’t see you there” he turns around all concerned and you cock your head is it really him? It’s like your thoughts had summoned him.

“Sawamura?” His concern and confusion turns into a look of recognition “Y/n?!” He helps you to your feet “you’re back in town! are you okay?” You smile “yeah I’m fine! I’m sorry again for running into you. I was a little distracted.” You still were hella distracted seeing him now, all grown up and a police officer! you almost couldn’t believe your eyes. He was still as handsome as ever but you did prefer to see him in volleyball shorts, he had meaty thighs that you checked out many times in school.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m kind of glad you did, it’s really nice to see you.” And then he said the words you hoped he would “Hey do you wanna get together tonight for dinner and catch up?” (I guess I didn’t get over shit) you think to yourself as you smile and nod “I would love to.” You pull out your phone “what’s your number? I’ll send you a text so you have mine and you can call me later” he tells you his number and you send him your contact “I should get going soon, I’m meeting with the community women’s volleyball club to see if I can join.” He beams at you “I play with the men’s team sometimes when I’m not working” you laugh “that makes me so glad. I loved watching you play in high school. It was mesmerizing. I played on the women’s team in college so, I could probably beat you now” you wink and he laughs making you remember how much you love that sound “well we should see about that sometime” his partner gets his attention from the parked car on the street and he nods at him “I’ll call you when I get off okay?” You nod and he gets in his car with a wave. After all this time he still adores you. After all this time you still love his meaty thighs. You continue your run and mentally put together the outfit you’ll wear tonight.

Daichi gets off work and drives home, he takes off his belt and uniform, setting his stuff on his dresser. He’s nervous to make a phone call, nervous to see the girl he used to love because she’s an adult now and even more beautiful than he remembers. He’s nervous because he can feel his love for her coming back. He takes a deep breath and presses call before he chickens out.

You’re dancing to Girl on Fire in your bathroom, doing your makeup in your cutest pair of black matching lingerie. You didn’t intend to sleep with him, you knew he was a gentleman. You wore this for you, so you felt more confident.

As you belt out the chorus your phone cuts out the song to vibrate signaling a call and you start to laugh at your crappy singing voice as you pick up your phone. Your palms immediately start to sweat when you read his name on the screen. “Finally” you say and press the green button “Sawamura!” Your voice is excited and he laughs softly “Y/n. How are you?” He didn’t know why he was nervous to begin with, hearing you say his name washed away all of his nerves. “I’m good. Better now actually. How are you?” You’re smiling looking at yourself in the mirror “I’m better too. I was thinking we could get some dinner and I could meet at your place and we could walk together?” You hold in a laugh of glee “that sounds perfect. I’ll text you my address. When will you be here?” You’re swaying side to side in excitement “in an hour? If that works for you” you can hear the smile in his voice “yea that’s perfect. I can’t wait to see you again” you laugh shyly “I feel the same Y/n. I can’t wait.” Your smile hurts your cheeks a little “okay I’ll see you then” you say goodbye and hang up the phone and shout in excitement doing a little dance as you text him your address with a heart emoji.

You wear a pair of black skinny jeans and white v neck flowy blouse that shows just enough of your lace bra to be tasteful and sexy. You hope it doesn’t get too cold tonight bc a jacket would take from the look. You wear simple jewelry and a pair of black ankle boots with a heel.

Your phone in your hand and when it goes off you read the notification “knock knock” it says and then your eyes flash to the door when you hear him knock. You smile and shake out your limbs, you’re so excited and nervous. You open the door and look him up and down, black shoes, straight blue jeans, and a black button up shirt tucked in with rolled sleeve. He looks good. It’s simple and handsome. You can’t help but throw your arms around his neck “right on time” you say and he laughs and returns your hug “you smell amazing” he says when you pull away and you see he is blushing just a little “thank you! My favorite perfume, I’m glad you like it. You obviously check him out again “you look really handsome” he lets out a shy laugh “thank you y/n.” He looks into your eyes when he says “You look beautiful.” It’s your turn to blush and you shove your phone in your pocket and grab your keys as a way to pretend you weren’t as flustered as you were. “thank you” your voice is shy and you clear your throat before looking back at him and asking “Are you ready?” He nods and you exit your apartment and lock the door before putting your keys in your pocket.

When you get to the street he takes your hand in his and you smile and give his hand a squeeze. “So where we going Daichi?” You ask and he grins “I thought we’d get some meat buns from the old shop and then walk around all the places we used to go as teenagers.” Your smile widens “that is perfect!” He looks relieved “I’m glad you think so. I was worried for a second.” He laughs and clears his throat “so what are you doing now y/n? How long are you back for?” You’re absentmindedly rubbing soft circles on his hand with your thumb as you respond “I’m back for good. I’m actually a teacher at Karasuno and the new girls volleyball coach!” You exclaim, eager to talk about it because of how excited you were. It seems like his body relaxes a little at your words “that’s amazing y/n! I’m so happy for you! And to be honest I’m glad you’re gonna be back now, I really missed you.” You bump your shoulder into his lightly “I missed you too Daichi ” you say and you notice the blush on his cheeks. “So you’re a police officer now!” He laughs “yeah I am. I just want to protect people you know?” You nod “I understand that. You were always a good guy, I wouldn’t expect anything less.” You reach the shop and start to bounce on your toes “I’m happy to see you’re still the same in some ways” you quirk your eyebrow at him “when you’re excited you bounce and dance around. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen” he gets you both a few buns and gestures to the drink selection “do you want anything else?” You grab a drink “thank you, and I never really noticed that I do that” you nervous laugh as you both head to the counter, Ukai wasn’t there and you were unsure what he was up to now, you didn’t ask the cashier.

When you left the store you thank Daichi for paying and then say “do you wanna go eat this in the school? It’s not trespassing because I happen to have a key. And I could show you my classroom!!” you smile mischievously and get excited and he laughs, how could he say no to you? “that sounds perfect” he carries the bag on one hand and takes yours in his other again as you walk up the hill to the school.

You unlock the school door that the staff can use, and make sure it locks behind you guys before leading him down the familiar halls. “I am going to be the first year home room teacher” you say as you unlock your classroom door and he walks in. When you turn on the lights it’s looks exactly like it did when you were in it. “It’s nothing to brag about because it looks exactly like it did when we were here” you laugh and he turns around smiling “i would have paid more attention in class if you were my teacher. I was too distracted by a certain girl who sat next to me” he blushes and it takes you a second to realize that he means he was distracted by you. You blush “oh hush Daichi we both know you were always top of the class, couldn’t worry about school if you wanted to focus on volleyball” he laughs at you calling him out and he comes over to you and tucks your hair behind your ear “that may be true but only because we only had like one class together a year.” You smile up at him “whatever you say” you dramatically roll your eyes and he laughs “bun time?” You ask and bounce on your toes again “bun time” he says and sets the bag down on your desk and handing you one.

You end up sitting on your desk with your ankles crossed, kicking them softly, as he sits in your teacher chair facing you. “So how was college? I heard you went abroad” you smile and nod “it was amazing. I met a lot of really cool people and my volleyball team was amazing. How was police academy? I’ve heard it’s tough” he nods and finishes chewing “it wasn’t too bad. A little hard at times but you know me. Top of my class” he smirks and you laugh.

“Daichi?” “Hmm?” He says with a mouth full “whatever happened to you and Yui? My mom said you two were gonna get married” he took a long drink before he sighed and said “it’s what everyone expected. It was the easy route in my life. But it wasn’t what I wanted. It didn’t make me happy. Hurting her sucked but it would have been worse farther down the road. My mom said you were going to get engaged too” the last sentence was quiet but he didn’t break eye contact.

You ran your shoe up his calf to his knee before you said “there was one I thought could be something, but he cheated on me with my best friend right before graduation. When I dumped him and it didn’t hurt I realized I didn’t even love him anyway. I was just trying to convince myself I was happy with him when I wasn’t. And honestly Daichi, I’m surprised you never asked me out in high school. I heard your team members tell you that you should once.” You took a bite of your bun and he almost choked on his, you smirked at his reaction as you chewed.

You raise your eyebrows and rub softly up his knee when he won’t look at you. He took a drink of his water and then stood, coming to stand in front of your knees. Your eyes widen in shock and you set your bun down on your desk beside you as he softly took your face in his hands, tilting it up, “y/n” his voice is soft and he smiles down at you and he’s gazing into your eyes with such care “y/n I should have. I should have that day they told me to. But I chickened out and I regret it, I went for the easiest route and it didn’t make me happy.” He let his hands drop from your face and in the same moment you grabbed them in your own, looking down at them when you speak “I want you to be happy most of all. When my mom called me to tell me you were dating Yui, I thought that maybe that was fate, that if anything, I could be happy because you were happy” you laugh a little sadly and rub you fingers across his but pause when he speaks “please, look at me” his voice was quiet and you immediately looked up into his eyes “there you are, I missed out on seeing your beautiful eyes for years now, don’t make me any longer” he smiles as he continues “I didn’t think I would get another chance, I thought for sure my mom would call to tell me you were engaged soon.” He reaches up and runs his fingers through your hair “never did I think you’d come crashing into me again” you laugh, feeling like you were dreaming. He leaves his hands where your neck meets your jaw and rubs his thumbs softly across your skin giving you goosebumps.

You caught him off guard when you opened your knees and smirked at his look of shock when he fell forward a little into you, just close enough where you could softly connect your lips with his for a second. His eyes widened before they softened, a smile on his lips as you slowly and softly ran your hands up his chest to his shoulders then landed on the back of his neck playing with his short hair, your thighs squeezing him closer to you.

“Are you going to let me get away again, Sawamura?” You smirk up at him as his hands reach down and run slowly up your thighs before stopping and squeezing your hips and you continue, “so many things we could have done in the past, but the past made us who we are now. What are you going to do now?” Your arms move down to wrap around his middle as you press your chests together grinning mischievously up at him, watching his cheeks blush as he smiles down at you. “Now that I’ve found you again I’m never letting you go” he kisses you hard and you melt into him. His tongue brushes the bottom of you lip and you let him in, your tongues circling each other and you can’t help it when you moan into his mouth.

“Troublemakers. Even as adults” Daichi flys backwards and you both look to see who entered the room. “Sorry Mrs. J.” You say at the same time. Your old teacher just “tchs” and walks off with her box of something.

You look back to him and after a few seconds you bust up laughing and he comes back and hugs you. “I didn’t know anyone one else was in the building!” You say and he says “I didn’t know she was still alive!” Which makes you laugh even harder. He was right though. She was like eighty when you guys were in school and now she’s still working here. “She’s gonna give me so much crap for this... I’m gonna be in trouble in the first day! Daichi you’re always getting me into trouble!” you laugh together, until you’re just gazing up at each other smiling softly.

He kisses your forehead and you sigh happily and let your eyes flutter as he hugs you close into his chest. “I’m sorry sweetheart” he says with a chuckle “for getting you into trouble” you laugh softly “it’s okay. I always love the trouble we get into. I’ll choose it over everything” you say quietly and he pulls back, tucking your hair behind your ears and kisses you softly again.

Suddenly you get an idea “Hey! How about we go play a little volleyball?” He laughs at the cute sparkle in your eye “Let’s go” he says and gives you a small peck before gathering things and throwing away trash.

You get outside and then you pull him into a heated kiss before taking off running towards the volleyball courts laughing, his foot steps and laughter following you. You reach the courts and he pushed you up against the door kissing you again. You pull away laughing, out of breath, feeling like a teenager again.

In the empty girls court you flip on the lights to find the net still up, you make a mental note to talk to the team about that.

You kick your shoes off and run off to get a ball from the closet “Okay, we’ll start easy so I can get a sense at where you’re at now” you say in your best “Captain Daichi” voice with a laugh as you bounce the ball up in the air on one side of the net. He’s on the other side of the net with smirk on his lips “bring it on” he looks so determined and he winks at you, for half a second you could have sworn you were eighteen again.

There was no way to really play one on one, so you decided that you’d bring the boundaries in so you’d have less space to cover and made it so you could hit the ball twice.

You had to admit, he played amazing even in jeans, you loved when his shirt would ride up when he’d jump and you got a glimpse of his stomach and the trimmed hair under his belly button.

He had to admit you looked amazing playing, you were so skilled and talented he loved to watch you. He also loved the lacy bra that would be exposed more when you’d receive.

You didn’t play very long, you won one and he won one and after that he couldn’t take it anymore and had to come around and kiss you. When you pull back breathless you stare into his eyes “what are you doing tomorrow?” You ask quietly and he brushes his thumbs across your cheeks “I have to work but I get off around six” he says and you nod “do you wanna have dinner? I’ll cook for you like old times” he laughs “you’re planning a second date when we’re not even finished with the first. I’d love to have dinner with you” you smile bright “good! Let’s stop by the shop again if they’re still open and I’ll get some ingredients on the way home.” He loves you so much he’s so happy to be with you finally

You clean up and close up the gym, taking his hand as you walk back down the hill to the shop. You talked about your plans for the girls volleyball team, implementing things you learned from college teams. At the shop you get the ingredients to make his favorite meal, shoyu ramen. He helps you carry the bags back to your apartment and helps you put stuff away. You walk him to the door and he pulls you into his arms again and kisses you, his hand on your cheek. When he pulls away you smile warmly “text me when you get home. Be safe baby” he blushes at your pet name and gives you another peck before saying “I will. Goodnight y/n” you close your door and lean up against it smiling. This was the last thing you expected when coming home but it was also the best thing that could have happened.

[fear-before-valor]

Sweet dreams Jimbo, 😨 brings you a Draal~

Dreams and Nightmares II No Longer Accepting II Warnings: Major gore, graphic depictions of body horror, extreme grief, death, gravesite, bodies, burial practices, soul-crushing angst, 0 comfort in sight; y’all this one is rough, so please don’t read unless you are in a state of mind where you can handle these things II Also, this one is longer than the other ones, coming in at 1882 words, so brace for that as well II And don’t forget to take care of yourselves after this <3 

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He was in the void. There were stars above him, and trails of blue around him, as spirits bustled through the space, not seeming to pay him much mind, really. Briefly, he wondered if ghosts could even be busy, but he dismissed the thought as he drew Daylight, instead, the warm metal familiar in his two-handed grip.

Although, as for why exactly he’d drawn his sword, he wasn’t entirely sure.

Was he here to train?

Kanjigar liked getting to test his reflexes every so often, so that must have been why he’d gone into the Soothscryer in the first place, right?

…So why was he all alone…?

When his predecessor didn’t show, Jim straightened from his readied stance, relaxing his posture. Snapping Daylight to his back, he stepped forward, eyes grazing bit by bit over the void and its runes, searching for any sign that could refresh his memory, remind him why he was there.

Scouring the room, he jogged lightly around its perimeter, wondering if Kanjigar might have just missed him. Maybe if he ran into the spirit…

Something freezing appeared at Jim’s elbow, causing him to stiffen, as he felt prickles of frost across his skin, beneath the armor… maybe even through his muscles and down to the marrow of his bones.

It certainly felt that way, at least, as he wrapped his arms around himself, in an unsuccessful attempt to warm himself up.

Turning to find the source of the chill, he found himself face-to-face with a tunnel, black as pitch and foggy by his ankles.

It was odd.

He’d never seen it before… had it always been there?

Shooting one glance back into the spirit hub, none of the other Trollhunters seemed to have noticed what he was doing… or even that he was there, at all; so, with one last deep breath of the temperate air in the other room, he turned to the tunnel and stepped inside.

The tunnel was long, impossibly so.

Though, how he knew that, he wasn’t sure. Because, as he blinked, he was coming out the other end.

Whirling on his heels, and… panting, for some reason—perhaps because he’d been walking for what must have been a day? (how did he know that?)—he stared back into the mouth of the blackened door, and tried to piece together what had just happened.

Why was his memory blanking like this? First he couldn’t remember why he was in the void; next, he was missing an entire day of walking?

What had he eaten? Had he slept?

He frowned, and almost walked back into the tunnel, but as he stepped foot into it, the walls around him lurched, scraping inward. Giving a yelp, Jim removed his foot from the threshold, just in time to watch the hole in the wall close up.

Oh.

Okay.

He was stuck here, then.

…great.

Sighing, Jim hoped to everything that there was another way out, and the only reason that one closed up was because it was a one-way tunnel… for some reason.

Deciding to think more on that in due time, he instead focused on taking in his new surroundings. He couldn’t look for a way out if he didn’t know where he was in the first place.

Heart plummeting, he wasn’t sure he was so thrilled about that decision, though, as his eyes flew to the thing that his foot had just crunched.

Milky white and still fresh—he hissed in panic— it looked like a bone. Going to take a step back, he froze when the crack he’d just heard sounded again, as he felt dust and a sickening grinding beneath the metal heel of his armor.

Breath quickening, Jim stood in place, then, and reached for Daylight. Activating its blue flames, he used it like a flashlight in the dim room, and pointed it at the ground.

And then dropped Daylight, knees going numb.

Mouth dry, he tried not to stumble in his panic, over the pit of skeletal remains he was standing on.

They were everywhere.

Some of them were old and powdery, ancient and horrifying to look at. Others were fresh and gleaming, still wet, some of which had meat left on them, rotting and grey. He was sure he’d seen maggots boring holes into femurs, into knee sockets, into teeth.

Hand flying to his mouth, as he felt his throat seize, and his stomach roll violently, Jim breathed through his nose, a technique his mom had taught him when he was a kid, to help when he’d had trouble with the tongue depressors during his checkups.

Here, though, it didn’t help nearly as much, as the stench of rot and chalky remains flooded his senses. Eyes tearing from the smell, he tried not to gag, as he bent and picked up Daylight, gritting his teeth against the nothing his body was trying to expel.

It felt like he hadn’t eaten after all, but after this, he wasn’t sure he’d ever eat again.

His mind supplied him with the image of that grey, sliming flesh, and all of its rot and chewy sinew, slipping down his throat, and—

The acid burned when it came up, as he fell to his knees with a convulsion.

Choking in a breath, he spat the last of it out, and pushed himself upright. Kneeling on what he really hoped was a cleaner patch of the floor—at least his armor had hand coverings—Jim took a moment to get his bearings, reorient himself.

He could handle this. He could get out of this. He’d faced down his own living nightmare before; he’d defeated Bular, Gunmar, Morgana, and he’d even time travelled. He could get out of there. Jim would find a way, and if he couldn’t, then, he’d make one.

Shoving himself to his feet, he hefted Daylight once more in both of his hands, and started walking along the walls of the room, using what little light he had to search for another tunnel, or a door of some kind, even a window.

Jim wasn’t sure there was one, though, as he finally came to a halt after what might have been closer to three passes around the perimeter. It was hard to tell, but by now, he was certain he’d seen that bone formation before.

His chances of getting out started to feel a little more doomed than they had a few minutes ago, but he refused to give up hope.

Hadn’t they also thought there was no way out of Merlin’s tomb?

They’d found an exit then; he’d find an exit, now.

Having a wise, old wizard’s help would be nice, though, he had to admit. No matter how angry he was at Merlin, he’d take anything the guy could offer him right now, over… this.

This, which was…

He sighed. Not even the Darklands had been this bad.

The bodies were everywhere, and… it was getting hard to ignore—the pull in his chest toward the center of the room. It was getting hard to ignore.

It had been just a little stirring at first, nothing he’d even paid attention to.

Now, it was a desperate longing, an inflamed tug in his sternum, straining against his will, begging him to go and look. Go and see what was there.

It was waiting, just for him.

Somehow, though, as surely as he could feel that pull, he could also feel a draining, parasitic dread, which wormed nauseatingly in his already twisting stomach.

Swallowing in anticipation, he decided to take the risk. The pull was bordering on painful, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get out of here without it crumbling his resolve.

Stepping over spongey flesh and brittle tendons, Jim approached the center of the grave, anxiety rising.

As the thing in the center emerged, Jim knew in a crushing heartbeat, like a blow to the lungs, that he’d been right to dread what was there.

His eyes teared again, but this time, it wasn’t from the fumes of death, but from the visage of it.

Draal, with his arms folded over his chest, and a peaceful expression on his face, stood squarely in the center of the room��and it shattered Jim to see.

He felt cleaved down the middle, as his knees fell with a wet squelch into something meaty and writhing. Not that he even noticed.

His hands grazed the stone as Daylight clattered to the dirty floor, abandoned.

“Draal…” Jim wheezed, voice empty and hollow, “Draal, I’m so sor—” He hiccuped, “I’m so sorry.”

Repeating it over and over again, a desperate prayer, Jim sobbed into the decay beneath his friend’s feet, hands becoming fists against the statue’s knees.

No hand was lowered to grip the back of his head and tell him that it was okay. No wry smile emerged to remind him not to make it weird. No warm, gravelly chuckle sounded, to reassure him that he was alive.

The floor collapsed.

Jim’s vision whited out, for just a moment, and when he came to, he was falling.

Tumbling through the sea of remains and death, Jim watched Draal’s statue plummet in front of him, just out of his arm’s reach.

Setting his jaw, Jim swore that he wouldn’t let Draal’s body break again. He deserved a proper rest, a proper memorial, in the hero’s forge with the rest of the Trollhunters—he didn’t care of Draal technically wasn’t one to the spirits—he was a Trollhunter to Jim, and Jim was—

Jim was—

…Jim was—…

Jim was nothing, anymore.

He wasn’t the Trollhunter, anymore.

The amulet at his chest spun its hands wildly, as if it, too, had remembered. Snapping off of him, it hovered in front of Jim’s face, spiraling in the air before him, falling down, down… and then it burst, into a powder that flooded Jim’s mouth with chunks of hardened marrow and clots of blood, thick and bitter.

He coughed, swallowed, and then squinted through the dust, at Draal’s still peaceful form. He had to grab it.

It didn’t look right, to see it at such odds with the rain of death matter around them.

Tucking his arms against his sides, Jim kicked with his feet, going for Draal.

Speeding too hard, too fast, he slammed into his friend, scraping his arms to hell, but—but it didn’t matter. He’d caught him.

He’d caught him.

Jim clung to the statue, wrapping his arms around its neck, holding it to his chest, as they descended lower.

Tucking his head into Draal’s shoulder, he couldn’t see the ground coming.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he couldn’t brace for impact.

When he hit whatever barrier was at the bottom of this pit, whatever it called a floor, his eyes flew open, huge and round, as he felt Draal crumble in his arms, and then—his own arms followed suit, splintering into rough, rocky sediment, along with his chest, his heart, his teeth, his hands.

He laid in pieces on the floor, struggling to turn his head to look at Draal’s face, which had chunked off and cracked down the middle, marring the smile he’d previously been wearing. He looked like he was grimacing now, in pain, furious.

…Jim’s eyes grated shut.

[evil-fork]

Yandere Narancia x Reader

warnings: violence, blood, stalking, angst

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A sinking feeling settled deep in the pit of your stomach as you hurriedly ducked behind the corner of a pastry shop. You clenched your purse closer to yourself, chest heaving as the reality of the situation finally sunk in.

He wasn't going to stop, was he? You had thought he moved on, and yet here he was--stalking you from a distance. Did he not know that you'd noticed him? And how did he always know where you were?

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, remembering all of the events that led up to this.

You first met Narancia two months ago.

It was late in the evening and you had just finished buying groceries. You were in a hurry, trying to get back to your apartment before the sun went down.

About five minutes into the trek back home, two bulky street thugs approached you from the shadows. Before you could even react, one of them roughly ushered you into an alleyway. The other stood at the entrance, glancing around for any witnesses.

Your heart leapt to your throat when you spotted the glint of a knife. The groceries clutched in your hand slipped through your fingers and clattered to the ground with a damning thud.

"Look--there doesn't have to be any trouble," the dark-haired man said in a rush. "Just hand over the cash and you can go."

You were frozen in shock, unable to move. You knew that you should reach for your bag and do as you were told, but for some reason you couldn't take your eyes off of the blade.

Would he kill you after he took the money? He couldn't be serious about letting you go unscathed, right? You'd seen their faces. But trying to run wouldn't end well for you either--you were unarmed and outnumbered.

Apparently you had taken too long because all of a sudden, the knife was pressed up against your cheek. A small bead of blood trailed down from where it dug into your skin. You felt the burning sensation of hot tears prickling the corners of your eyes.

"Hurry it up already! Do you want this to get more ugly?" The man snarled, drawing closer to your face.

You tried to flinch away, but you couldn't retreat any farther--your back was pressed up against the cold brick wall. He had you cornered.

As the knife pressed down harder, a loud gurgling sound suddenly broke the silence. Startled, the thug withdrew slightly to look towards the entrance where his partner was stationed. It gave you enough time to push him away with both of your arms. He stumbled backward with a yelp so you made a break for it.

His hand shot out to grab you again, but before he could wrap his meaty fingers around your wrist, another hand reached out and pulled you forward. You were pushed behind the newcomer protectively as he stood in front of you like a human shield.

"Get your hands off of them, you bastard!"

Your savior promptly aimed a well-timed punch straight into the thug's nose with an enraged shout. The man let out a pained cry and clutched at his nose as blood spurted forth, staining his hand with a river of red.

But the new arrival didn't stop there--he rushed forward to land another punch and when the thief fell down to the ground, he reeled his foot back and began to furiously kick the man's curled up body. He cursed exclamations of "Asshole!" and "Motherfucker!" inbetween kicks, each strike seeming to gather more and more force.

You were immensely grateful for his help, but you couldn't just stand around and watch as he beat a man to death, deserving or not.

Taking a tentative step forward, you stuttered out, "H-hey! I--I think that's enough! He's unconscious...!"

Your words seemed to break him free of whatever trance he'd been put under. He froze mid-kick before lowering his foot back down to face you. The rage that had previously occupied his face was all but gone, instantly replaced with a good-natured smile. He subtly stepped in front of the bloodied and beaten body, almost as if to hide it from your view.

"Hah--sorry about that! I guess I got a bit carried away," he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. "I had to make sure he couldn't get back up to hurt you. I'm Narancia, by the way!"

He held out his hand eagerly for a handshake.

It was spattered with blood.

You stared at it for a moment, unsure what to say.

"Oh! Whoops," Narancia immediately withdrew his hand to wipe the blood off on his...skirt--thing? When his hand was sufficiently clean enough, he offered the limb back out to you.

This time you took it without question, not wanting to upset him. He'd saved you, but you didn't know what to make of his casual regard for being covered in blood. It screamed danger.

Narancia shook your hand vigorously.

"(Y/n)," you introduced. You didn't see any harm in giving him your first name. "Thank you. If you hadn't come, I don't know what would've happened..."

As you went to pull your hand back, his hand tightened for a moment. You tugged a bit harder and he finally released it, his hand twitching at his side.

A moment of silence passed before he noticed your discarded grocery bag. The contents were splayed across the concrete, having rolled out of your bag when you dropped it earlier. His eyes widened at the sight, and he snapped into action.

"Ah! Your groceries! I'll get them up for you!"

Before you could protest, he was already moving to pick up all of the fallen items. Once they were all gathered up and placed inside your bag, he strolled back over to you. You thanked him and reached out to grab the bag, but he pulled it back at the last moment.

"Hey--it's really dark out! It would be safer if I walked you back home, right? There could be more of those guys still hanging around," he said, looking at you worriedly.

You didn't exactly want to lead a stranger back to your apartment, but you didn't want to walk home alone either. It was dark and the streets would be even more dangerous than before. Logically, you would be safer with him--someone who genuinely seemed concerned about your well-being.

You nodded. "Alright."

The two of you carefully stepped over the other body blocking the exit, Narancia holding out an arm to steady you. You smiled softly, your anxiety finally settling as you both walked. Narancia chattered away about his favorite foods and how you had the same tastes as him, having noticed the pizza sauce in your bag. You told him about your favorite recipe and he listened keenly, despite admitting that he wasn't much of a cook himself.

Before long, you were already standing at the entrance to your apartment building. You had such a great conversation with Narancia that you completely lost track of time. Once again, you sincerely thanked him for all of the help. The night could've ended much worse for you.

As you took your bag back, you paused at the feeling of his hand on your cheek. You looked up at his face, which had gone completely blank. All except for his eyes, that is. There was something dark swirling in the depths of his violet eyes--some emotion that you couldn't put a finger on.

You felt a shiver crawl down your spine and you pulled away, covering the trail of dried blood with your own palm. "I'll clean this up later. It's not as bad as it looks," you said reassuringly.

His eyebrow twitched once, and then a wide smile stretched over his face. "I've been cut before in the same place! And look--" Narancia pointed to his unblemished cheek. "No scar, or nothin'! It should heal just fine, I promise!"

You simply smiled back, inwardly wondering how many fights he must have gotten into in his youth. It was probably a lot, if tonight was anything to go by.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Narancia," you said sincerely. "I wish it had been under better circumstances, but still--thank you. Be careful getting back home yourself, okay?"

Narancia seemed extremely touched by your words, an expression of complete adoration creeping over his face. He nodded enthusiastically. "I will! I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Of course! It's a small world."

And that had only been the beginning.

Even during your first encounter with Narancia, the signs had always been there. When the news reported the deaths of two serial muggers the day after, you hadn't even thought to look closer at the faces pictured on the TV. You'd gone on with your day, too worried about getting ready for work and not even thinking to put two and two together.

Everything started out fine. You would "happen" to run into him, and the two of you would get along very well--laughing and giggling over some silly joke of his, or even discussing your favorite music artists over lunch. It didn't take long for him to wiggle his way into your social circle, soon becoming a treasured friend among few.

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end eventually.

You don't know precisely when it happened, but Narancia started to become very...clingy. Slowly but surely, it was like your entire life began to revolve around him and him alone.

Whenever you wanted to make plans to hang out with another friend, he was always there to convince you otherwise. He would tell you about how he only had his family to talk to, and that you were his first real friend in years. It would make you feel bad for even considering leaving him alone.

But then he started to insert himself into your life even more, pushing the boundaries as far as he could.

You'd come home to find him waiting on your couch, uninvited. If you hadn't recognized his familiar clothing, you would have called the police.

The door had been locked--only you had the key.

"Narancia?" you said, desperately wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt. "How did you get in? The door was locked..."

"Oh, that?" He slapped a hand over his pocket. "You weren't here so I just used my knife! I hope you don't mind!"

You were at a loss for words. The way he admitted it so casually left you with an uneasy feeling. Did he really think breaking and entering was acceptable behavior? You could overlook many things when it came to Narancia, but this was too much.

"...I actually do mind, Narancia."

"Don't worry, nothing's damaged or anything!" Narancia assured you, standing up to show you the intact doorknob. He looked almost proud.

"T-that's not the issue here," you sputtered weakly. "You just broke into my apartment--why did you do that?"

He finally seemed to realize that something was wrong. His face scrunched up and he looked at you with uncertainty. "I thought people who were dating are supposed to let themselves in...?"

Dating...? Where had he gotten that idea from?

"You think--" You stopped to gather your thoughts.

Athough he was greatly overstepping your boundaries, you still couldn't bring yourself to treat him too harshly. Narancia was a child at heart, he couldn't comprehend why what he was doing was wrong. You had to be careful with this.

You took a deep breath. "Narancia," you started. "What made you think that we were dating...?"

"We've gone on so many dates already!" He looked at you as if it were obvious, gesturing wildly. "And we hang out all the time! You have my phone number--of course we're dating!"

You slowly shook your head. "No, Narancia. We hang out as friends. We're not dating."

Narancia looked like a lost puppy. Your heart clenched painfully inside your chest. "Then what do I need to do so that we can date? Please, tell me! I'll do whatever you want!"

You wanted so badly to reach out and comfort him, but you knew if you did it would only give him the wrong idea. He needed to learn that your friendship wouldn't end in romance, as you didn't feel the same way. You saw Narancia as too much of a kid, almost like a younger sibling.

"I'm sorry," you apologized solemnly, averting your gaze. "I don't see you that way. I can only be your friend--nothing more." Better to honest with him, than to dance around the issue.

Narancia marched up to you and gently grabbed your chin, tilting your face up so that you would look him in the eye. "Am I moving too fast?" he asked, desperate to understand. "Is that it? I'm sorry if I did something wrong!"

You were trying to spare his feelings, but it seemed like he was going to make you say it outright. "You're barely an adult, Narancia. I see you more as a younger brother."

The emotion that flickered through his eyes in that moment could only be described as despair. "B-brother...?" His expression crumbled under the weight of your words.

You looked away as guilt began to eat at you.

"I--" His voice sounded choked, and you could tell that he was trying his best to hold back tears. Narancia lowered his hand and stepped past you, toward the front door. "I've gotta--go." A sniffle. "I'll...call you later, okay...?"

From that day onward, nothing was ever the same.

Narancia would send phone call after phone call, begging you to rethink your decision. He told you that he would do whatever you wanted--that he would change and become more mature if you would just see him as a man. You told him that you weren't looking for a relationship, but even that didn't work.

Eventually, you were forced to make a tough decision. He was becoming too overbearing, refusing to listen to anything you had to say. You couldn't even get through dinner without your phone blowing up from multiple missed calls. There was a point where enough was enough, and you truly believed that this was that point.

You grabbed the phone and held it up to your ear.

"(Y/n)! You answered! Just hear me out, what if I--"

"Narancia," you said, cutting him off. "If you won't respect my wishes for us to remain friends, then I don't think I want to see you anymore. I'd hate to lose you as a friend, but this is getting to be too much...

There was nothing but silence on the other end.

"Hello?" you tried. "Narancia...?"

You were answered with a click as the phone abruptly hung up. As you set the phone back down on the table, you tried to gather your thoughts into something coherent. Perhaps it was for the best that he responded in that way--you definitely needed some space.

The following few days were like a blessing. It seemed that Narancia had finally accepted that he couldn't woo you over. The phone calls stopped completely after that night. You didn't see him around town anymore, but you understood why. Sometimes distance was the best cure for unrequited crushes.

Apparently, you were wrong.

It started a week after your last phone call with Narancia.

Whenever you would leave your apartment building, you'd start to get the feeling that you were being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck would stand up, and you would feel on edge for the rest of the trip. Sometimes you'd even see a glimpse of familiar colors out of the corner of your eye, but when you turned to look, it would disappear.

You didn't want to believe that it was him, but your suspicions were finally confirmed.

You opened your eyes to stare out at the wall of your hiding place, purse still clutched tight to your chest. Your breathing was elevated, your anxiety skyrocketing. He'd been following you all this time, hadn't he?

Not knowing what else to do, you dug into your purse, fumbling for your phone. You could call the police. Except, you didn't have any proof that he was stalking you...and he hadn't done anything to you yet. Would they even take you seriously? What were you supposed to do...?

A thought suddenly occurred to you.

...You still had Narancia's number.

Hands shaking, you brought your phone up to your face to scroll down to his contact information. The digits stared back at you ominously as your finger hovered over the call button. You would tell him to stop, and if he didn't--you would call the police.

You finally pressed dial, waiting with bated breath. There was an echoing click as the call was immediately picked up.

"Narancia," you quickly whispered into the speaker. "Please stop this. I know you've been following me. It's scaring me..."

"You called! I knew you would!"

His response didn't come from the phone.

The phone slipped between your fingers as you looked over. Narancia was leaning up against the opposite wall with his arms crossed, a victorious grin lighting up his face. You felt the world tilt around you.

He pushed himself off of the wall to come closer.

"I asked the gang for relationship advice and they told me about this old saying!" Narancia scratched the back of his head. "What was it again...? Oh, right! Something about setting the love of your life free, and if they come back it was meant to be!"

You froze when he threw his arms around you, hugging you tight. He held on to you as if you would disappear, your face pressed up against his toned chest. You wanted to say something--anything, but you couldn't seem to formulate any words.

"And you called! You came back! Looks like it was meant to be, (Y/n)!"