#Yes i DID watch it when it dropped at like 10:30pm my time

[bookofmac]

mood after watching deadloch ep 7

#very glad i had the last image saved in my memes and reactions folder #Deadloch #Deadloch Spoilers #deadloch speculation #THEY'VE BEEN SETTING THIS UP SINCE THEY TALKED ABOUT PRONOUNS IM!!!! #i have Many Thoughts that i will post in the morning when more people have seen the episode #Many Fears bc we dont know who *REDACTED* is and im worried that its some one we DO know and like #Yes i DID watch it when it dropped at like 10:30pm my time

[boltupbitches]

Sliding in the DMs Part VIII

WARNING: 18+ CONTENT AHEAD

(also there is likely a few typos and mistakes. I'll go through and clean up on a later date.)

Joey was on the phone talking with Nick about recovery for an upcoming game when his phone pinged. “Yeah I mean I’d try that…” He trailed off as he saw the notification that Arty had just posted on her Instagram stories.

“Yeah I’m thinking of maybe trying water-based workouts in the off season. We could hit up Mike when we’re back in Fort Lauderdale and -” “Are you fucking kidding me?” Joey suddenly snaps.

Nick pauses for a few moments and said, “Dude it’s just water workout. What’s the fucking problem?”

“No - not that. Fucking Arty with her fucking shit..” Joey bitched.

“The girl you’re dating with the hot sister?” Nick asked.

“Yes - wait - how do you know she has a sister?” Joey asked.

“Not gonna lie - I looked her up when you mentioned Arty’s real name. Wasn’t hard to find since you followed her. Then, I found a pic of her sister tagged in it and did a follow request. She’s a real hotty.” Nick drew out.

“That’s a conversation for another time. Why the fuck is she out with this dude? She must really want me to fucking show up there because I told her I’m not playing these fucking games.” Joey rages.

She shared an additional video in her stories of a tiktok with the sound "Ladies unless he asks you to be his girlfriend you're single."

“Did she tag the location?” Nick asked, suddenly more animated again in the conversation. “I’d show up if I were you.”

“No she fucking didn’t. I’m texting her now.” Joey said.

After a string of angry texts he sent her, he told Nick he’d call him back and quickly tried her cellphone. After the third ring, he got her voicemail. He hung up and tried again two more times. By the fourth try he decided to leave her a message. “Artemis Thermopoli - you think this is fucking funny? Do you really want to play games? I fucking warned you not to go with that fucking guy tonight and you did anyways. Drop the fucking address because I swear to god that I’ll call every goddamn restaurant in the LA radius that’s open this late until you fucking answer me back. I told you I’m not fucking playing this game with you - you’re my goddamn girl.”

He hung up and flung his phone on the couch, panting heavily as he suddenly got up and paced the floor. The nearby decorative vase his mom picked out was sticking out to him in a way that somehow managed to enrage him further. He picked it up and chucked it across the room, watching it shatter into pieces on the floor. He paced some more before dropping back down onto the couch, this time face first and cussing into the throw pillow beneath him. 

Just as he was about to make good on his word about calling every restaurant open at 10:30pm in the LA area, his phone pinged again. He quickly snatched it off the coffee table and opened the Instagram app again.

Arty was sharing to her stories again. This time, a picture of a dinner plate with the caption, “Pi on Sunset is one of the best mediterranean restaurants in West Hollywood 🥙.”

Joey felt a mix of anger burst in him and then excitement. He was for sure crashing this date. Without a fucking doubt. Opening his contact to her in imessage, he saw that she had read his texts 5 minutes ago, choosing to leave him on ‘read’. He’d get her back for that too. 

Snatching his keys off his kitchen table, he ran out the door, stopping for just a moment to lock his door and text a quick “omw” to her before getting in his car and taking off down the street. 

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“So… what do you do other than work in finance? Any hobbies?” Arty asked with fake interest.

The man sitting across from her, Jared, was ok… he seemed like a decent guy overall. He had a good paying job, was well-educated, polite and not inappropriate, conventionally attractive… he just wasn’t Joey. And that bothered Arty that since meeting Joey Bosa, there had been no other man that compared to him and how insane her attraction was to him. 

Prior to seeing Joey, she didn’t ever consider the athlete type. Her ex-boyfriend from a few years ago was a skinny guy who did graphic design part-time and worked at Starbucks.  And prior to that she dated a guy that worked as a nurse who was also of average build.

Joey had an impressive physique, an addictive personality, and Arty had never experienced such an attraction to anyone else before that she was experiencing with him.

Just as Jared was listing off his hobbies (golfing being one of them - no surprise there), Arty felt her phone vibrate on her lap. She discreetly peaked down at her screen and saw a text from Joey saying, “omw” and suddenly, with the burst of excitement and elation at the idea of him coming there for her, she stared back at an oblivious Jared with all the attention in the world.

She just hoped the LAPD didn’t arrest Joey who was likely speeding to get there from his place. 

“You know, Jared, it’s been a great night getting to know you, but I know we’re both expecting an early morning tomorrow. I’ll flag the waitress down for our bill.” She said sweetly, painting a kind smile, hoping he’d say ok so she could just wait for Joey outside.

Jared, oblivious to her internal turmoil, waved his hand dismissively. “No, that’s fine Artemis. I’m going to order us dessert before we go.” 

Arty’s smile slipped slightly and her brow twitched in annoyance. She didn’t need his permission to do so, she was telling him she wanted to get the bill and end the date. “Well, I think -”

Just then the waitress walked up to them, “Will you two be ordering anything else?”

“No, we’re go-” “Yes, please” Jared interrupted her. 

Arty shot him an incredulous glare that he’d do so, but he wasn’t even looking at her as he picked up the tiny dessert menu next to him and was perusing the menu. “That’s not needed.” Arty said kindly, “I don’t want any.”

Again, Jared ignored her and told the waitress, “Two slices of the New York style cheesecake, please.”

The waitress looked at Arty curiously for a minute, who was too busy staring irately at her date to notice the confirmation.

Jared nodded at the waitress who thanked them and walked off to get their order. “You seem like a cheesecake girl.”

“Oh?” Arty asked flatly, no longer pretending to give a fuck about the date after he rudely interrupted her and ignored her. “I’m more of a cannoli or baklava girl actually.”

“I don’t know what the second one is.” Jared said, “Is it Indian or something?”

Arty stared for a moment - caught off guard by his remark. This guy after all told her he loved Greek food, but yet didn’t know the most popular dessert dish in not only Greece, but the Mediterranean. “No, it’s Greco-Turkish food. Super popular in the Mediterranean.”

“Never heard of it.” He took a sip of his wine. “So, I was thinking we could do this again sometime if you’d like.”

“Well, honestly -”

“She can’t because she’s already got a boyfriend, buddy!” Joey called as stomped around the corner, a nervous waiter following after him, trying to get him to stop. 

“Joey!” Arty perked up.

“Joey?” Jared stared in confusion at her before looking at the hulking figure of the 6’5” outside linebacker stomping their way. “What - I mean.. Wait - Joey Bosa?” He pointed at Joey.

“Joey I’m on a date!”

"It's over. Tell your boy you're in a relationship." He demanded

“Sir - I am going to have to ask you to leave before I call the police. We are not only getting ready to close, but you also have no reservation here.” The waiter buts in, reaching his hand out to stop Joey from approaching any further.

“I’m here for my girlfriend and then I’ll be out of your fucking restaurant.” He said rudely. “Arty, I told you that I’d be on my way. Let’s fucking go.”

Arty smiled at him and said, “Girlfriend? I don’t see a girlfriend here. I think you’ve mistaken me with someone else Joey.” She was very coy about it, hoping he’d take the bait.

“Artemis Thermopoli. We will do this one of two ways: we walk out hand in hand or I carry your ass over my shoulder and out the door. You decide and do it quick. I’m over this shit.” He snapped.

Arty pretended to think for a moment before turning to Jared and saying, “Sorry, Jared. But I think for your sake and that poor waiter’s sake,” Who of which was heading to the front desk to call the police while a nearby hostess was watching their scene unfold with rapt attention, “I’ll be heading out with my good friend here.” She tossed a fifty on the table to cover her portion of the meal. “Enjoy the cheesecake.”

She got her coat, draped it over her shoulder and walked towards Joey.

“Can we do this again sometime?” Jared called.

“I think the fuck not unless you want a visit while you’re in the hospital, dude.” Joey answered for her, shooting a murderous glare at him.

“Woah - no problem dude. I got it. She’s your girl,” He laughed nervously, “I had no idea she was taken. Big fan by the way. Go Buckeyes!” He stuck both hands up in surrender.

Joey made an unimpressed ‘hmm’ sound and started walking back the way he came. Arty following after him. 

He stopped at the front and asked, “So, you call the police yet?”

The hostess, who had since made it to the front, answered, “Nope. Do you need a private room to speak? What can we get you?” Her eyes darted to Arty curiously.

“No need. I got what I was here for.” He said and waved in thanks at them.

Joey walked out the door and turned towards Arty who was still walking behind him. He reached his hand out and she swatted it away. He grunted and tried to grab her hand, only for her to once again swat it. “Knock the shit off, Arty!”

“Nope. Only boyfriend and girlfriend hold hands.” She said pointedly. “I’ll get an Uber and meet you back at my apartment.”

Joey chuckled darkly. “Again with this shit.. And the fuck you are. I’ll give you a ride back to my place for the night.”

Arty ignored him and got on the Uber app. She slipped her jacket on and was searching for a driver when suddenly she was up in the air and facing downwards, with a loud grunt from beneath her, she found herself over the shoulder of Joey, her head facing the rear of him as he walked in the direction of his car.

“Joey - are you fucking serious? What the fuck?” She shouted, taking her free hand and slapping him on the ass. Her palm stinging from colliding with nothing but firm muscle. “Put me down.”

“We’re almost there. Stop yelling.”

“Seriously, if you drop me, I’m going to be so pissed and I’ll never talk to you again.”

“You’re not even half my weight. I lift weights heavier. You’re fine.” He stopped walking and gingerly put her down on her feet, being sure to steady her as she was wearing heels. He paused to look her over from head-to-toe. “You look beautiful tonight, babe.”

Arty blushed and was flustered at the compliment. “Thanks.. But I’m still mad at you!”

“No you’re not.” He rolled his eyes. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have been teasing me all fucking night. I swear you like seeing me lose it over you.”

“I do not!”

“You do.” He stared in amusement at her, “I fucking know you do. You get some type of sexual kick from this? You make me so mad I just want to fuck the brattiness out of you.”

Arty felt the heat in her stomach pull at his words. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Joey nodded in amusement and opened the passenger door for her, “Alright. Get in.” He looked at her expectantly.

She begrudgingly did so with him closing the door after her. He slid in on his side and buckled up, starting his car and pulling out of the parking lot onto the glitzy West Hollywood streets.

On the drive back to his place he suddenly says, “Artemis Renee Thermopoli.. you just love to piss me off, don’t you?”

He’s gripping the wheel in a vice grip and not looking at her. He’s pissed again, radiating anger. Arty is squirming in the passenger seat with excitement and happiness. She knows what’s coming.

“Sometimes.” She says innocently. 

Joey was a block from his house when he turned towards her at the red light and said, “Any plans you got tomorrow are going to need canceled cause there is no way you’re walking after tonight.”

“Is that a threat?” She asked.

“Nope - a fucking promise.”

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Arty was crying out loudly as she lay with her head pressed against the bunched up comforter beneath her. Joey was railing her from behind with so much force, she had to grip the corner of the mattress to keep from moving forward with each thrust.

Joey had his hand pressed into her back, keeping her back arched a certain way that he knew she liked and the other gripping her waist tightly to hold her in place. Even in his ‘punishment’ for her he prioritized her pleasure. Nothing beat seeing her this way, so raw and vulnerable to him.

The second they made it in the doorway of his house he had her dress up and over her head, legs around his waist, and her back pressed into the wall as they made out.

At some point, after fucking on the couch and the island in his kitchen, they made it to his bedroom. 

Something Joey had never experienced before Arty was sex with someone with just as high of a stamina. He once asked her if she was a nymphomaniac and she unabashedly said, “yeah. If it’s good sex, I love it.” And he wouldn't lie that it for sure boosted his ego a bit to know she enjoyed it so much with him.

Just as he felt his sack tighten, he felt Arty’s hand push against him, letting him know to stop. He did so immediately and pulled out. “You ok?” He gasped, “Too much?”

“No, no.” She gasped and sat up. “I wanna ride you.” She was panting, her makeup smudged and her face flushed with red. Joey thought she looked beautiful. “Please, Joey.” She broke his daydream.

Joey nodded and sat back against the pillows towards the headboard. Arty mounted him, pressing her hand on the center of his chest, toying with the chest hair growing there, before gasping as she sunk down on his cock. “Fuckkk.” She moaned as Joey dropped his back in bliss at the warmth the enveloped his member. “It’s so big..” She breathed into his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

“All for you.” Joey panted back.

“All for me?” She asked breathily, looking into his eyes as she bit her lip and increased her pace.

Joey nodded and said, “And you’re all for me? My girl?” He asked hopefully.

Arty grinned at that and nodded. “All for you, baby.” She gripped his hand in hers and pressed it against the part of her chest where her heart was. 

Joey smashed his lips into hers as he picked up the speed and pistoned into her from below.

Arty moaned against his lips and pulled away suddenly. “I’m gonna cum again!” She cried as she felt the familiar knot build in her belly.

“Come on, baby. Let me see you.” Joey reached down and rubbed furiously at her sensitive nub. 

Arty opened her mouth with a silent scream as her vision blackened at the intensity of her orgasm.

Joey followed a few moments after, the gush of her cumming and the tightness enveloping his cock being too much for him.

He laid back spent as Arty leaned into his chest, equally soaked in sweat, body sore, and sated in her appetite. 

Joey chuckled and said, “I just realized that I never really did ask you to be my girlfriend. So, to make sure what we just said earlier counted.. Will you be my girlfriend, Arty?”

Arty smiled bashfully at him and nodded. “Of course. It’s all I’ve wanted since day one.” She admitted.

Joey smiled lovingly at her and said, “I fucking love you.” 

Arty stared in absolute shock at that. Too stunned to speak.

Joey, finally realizing what he admitted, said, “Shit. That’s too soon. I’m sorry. You’re not expected to say it back. I wasn’t fucking thinking and I’m such a fucking idiot -” 

“I love you too.”

“I mean - wait - what?” He asked dumbly.

“I love you too.” She smiled adoringly up at him, still laying against him in their post coital bliss. “I am pretty fucking crazy about you in a way I’ve never been about anyone else. I love all of you.”

“Nose and all?” He joked weakly, his eyes stinging a bit with tears.

“Nose and all.” She confirmed, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. 

They made out languidly before Arty lifted off of him, separating with a hiss as he slipped out of her.

“You want to take a bath?” Joey asked her. 

She nodded and held her hands out. “You’re gonna have to carry me there, caveman. You broke my pussy and my legs for the next day or so.”

Joey chuckled and lifted her up, carrying her towards the bathroom. He sat her on the toilet as he got the bath ready.

As the water was warming up, he felt Arty staring at him. Finally, he turned and asked her, “What are you staring at?” He was playful.

“Just a man I love deeply who is also my boyfriend.”

“Wow - sounds like a real winner.” He joked.

“Oh, he is. He also has a big dick.” She said bluntly causing Joey to cough loudly at that. “Which I love because -”

Joey held a finger to her lips. “We are literally taking a bath to help you with being sore from almost four rounds of sex. Don’t start what you can’t finish.”

Arty winked at him mischievously, “My mouth and hands are working just fine, baby.”

Joey groaned at that and said, “What am I going to do with you?”

Arty shrugged, “Love me, feed me, and fuck me.”

“A way to a woman’s heart.” Joey said sarcastically.

#joey bosa #joey bosa fanfiction #joey bosa imagines #joey bosa imagine #sliding in the dms

[lovandr]

Relax | Dick Grayson

“I want to help you relax, Dick. Will you let me help you?”

“God yes. Please.”

Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings! NSFW 17+, penetrative sex, pet names, hints of choking, blowjobs, dirty talk, teasing.

(A/n: I haven’t written smut in ages so bare with me yall. )

He threw himself onto his bed with a loud sigh. He had spent the whole day training with the younger Titans and then doing some paperwork, as he was still a detective. So to say Dick Grayson was tired was an understatement. He rubbed his face with his hands, taking a deep breath in and then out.

He looked at his phone, it was 10:30pm and training was at 6am tomorrow . Why the hell did he make training so early? He groaned before deciding to have a shower. He turned on the water and took off his clothes.As soon as the hot water touched his skin, he visibly relaxed, letting his shoulders drop as his muscles became slightly less tense.

He spent another ten minutes under the water, rubbing honey and lavender scented soap all over his body with a purple loofah . When he had done, he hopped out and wrapped a towel around his waist; and used another smaller one to dry his wet hair. He hummed a song to himself that he couldn’t quite remember the name of as he walked back to his bed sitting down and checking his phone.

[knock knock]

He walked up to the door, expecting to see Kory complain about her sister or the kids, “Kory i’m kinda busy right now, can we talk later- oh” There y/n stood, in a long silky black dressing gown, holding a bottle of Rosé in her right hand and two glasses in the other. “Sorry to disappoint, I bought refreshments.” She smirked.

“Y/n i’m kinda.. well you can see why this isn’t a good time.” he said, his cheeks and nose dusted rouge with embarrassment. She looked down at his waist and then back up at his face. “I just thought we could… talk for a bit. You seem stressed Richard.” She taunted, waltzing into his room and setting the glasses aside. She plopped down on his bed and sighed loudly.

“Why is your bed so much comfier than mine?” she whined, stretching her arms. “Because I picked first- Hey don’t touch that.” he yelled at her grabbing her arm. She looked up into his eyes. She watched how his gaze softened slightly as he looked down at her lips and then back up into her eyes.

.“Don’t touch my stuff.” he said breaking the eye contact and taking a step back, letting go of her hand. “Ugh finneee. How bout that drink then?” she smiled bubbly, grabbing the bottle of wine off his dresser and opening it without spilling a drop. She poured some in both glasses, picking them up and passing one to Dick.

“I don’t drink Rosé.” he stated, grimacing at the slightly pink tinted liquid. “Oh? maybe how about red wine?” the glass of Rosé was replaced with a glass of red. Dick marvelled at this for a second before realising he hated red wine. “Wrong again, I more prefer a-”

“Martini?” A vodka martini was placed in his hand with a snap of her fingers. “Y/n. I-” “Just drink with me.”

He took a sip of the Martini, looking Y/n in the eye. He felt it burn his throat burn just a little as she watched him from behind her glass. “Taste good?” she asked, taking a step toward him. He hummed and nodded his head, taking another sip. “Tell me about your day.” She smiled, urging him to sit down. As he did so, she placed her hands firmly on his broad shoulders. “Shhh, Relax doll.” she whispered in his left ear.

“Well I uh, I did a bit of combat training with the kids and then sorted out some paperwork- ah.. fuck.” he practically moaned as Y/n pressed her thumbs between his shoulder blades. “You like that?” she whispered softly, rubbing his shoulders and back. “Fuck yess.” he groaned as she straightened out a particularly tight knot in Dick’s back. “Keep talking for me.” she said quietly.

“I- mmh- made myself some coffee before I got up here and then I hopped in the- ah- shower.” By now he was a mumbling mess, leaning his head back against her chest. She sat him back running her hands up and down his waist, her nails lightly scratching the skin.. “I want to help you relax, Dick. Will you let me help you?” she half moaned in his ear, placing a soft kiss on his neck and then his shoulder. She moved to his lap gracefully, rolling her hips a little. “God yes. Please.” he whispered against her lips. He looked up into her eyes, his own brown ones sparkling innocently. He placed his hand on her throat and pulled her in for a slow and sensual kiss.

She rolled her hips on his lap, his hands firmly on her waist guiding her. “Just like that baby, just like that.” he moaned. She kissed his neck again, marking him with her love, smiling to herself as she felt his cock grow hard against her ass. “Tell me how I can help you baby.” she spoke, forcing him to look up into her eyes. “God please just let me fuck you. Please.” he begged, grabbing her ass through her robe.

She hopped off of him, untying her robe and letting it fall to her feet . She smiled as she heard dick whisper “Fuck.” under his breath. She turned around to pick up her robe, bending down, exposing her ass.

She turned back around and untied the towel from Dick’s waist, rubbing his thighs softly as she knelt down in front of him. “You mind if i uh-”

“I don’t care, just do something, anything. please.”

She took him into her mouth, using her hand for what she couldn't fit in. She bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the head. She took him out of her mouth and began stroking him slowly. He moaned and mumbled incoherent curses, throwing his head back. “More please. I need more.” he whined, bucking his hips desperately into her hand. She decided to give him what he wanted because the whole point of this was to get him to relax a little.

She put him back into her mouth, inhaling through her nose. She took him deeper into her mouth, feeling tears prickle in her eyes. He grabbed her hair pushing her down and thrusting himself in her mouth, Tears rolled down her face, smudging her mascara. he managed to hit the back of her throat, making her gag a little. “Fuck just like that y/n. It feels so good. He fucked her face ruthlessly, as y/n hollowed her cheeks and stayed still for him to use for his own pleasure.

“Im gonna cum. Please can i cum in your mouth?” he pleaded, holding off his orgasm as best as he could. By now his hair was dry and fluffy, falling in front of his eyes, his cheeks were flushed, brows furrowed and his pretty pink lips were parted slightly. He grunted and groaned softly with every thrust as his thighs shook with overwhelming pleasure. She hummed “yes.” for him to cum, which didn’t take him long. It only took a few more thrusts before he had come in her mouth, slowing down his movements, a loud moan on his lips.

“God fuck that was so good.” he mumbled, still slowly thrusting his cock into her mouth. He looked down at her in awe. Her mascara and eyeliner was all smudged and she had cum dripping down her chin, yet she was still the most perfect woman he had ever met. “I want to make you feel good. Can i?” he asked, wiping the cum off her chin with his thumb and placing it in her mouth. She looked up at him and nodded innocently.

She sat on his lap, kissing him. He kissed her hard, grinding his cock against her pussy, he sucked hickeys into her skin, making her mouth fall open slightly. He took the opportunity to put two fingers in her mouth, to which she sucked softly. He placed her down on the bed, removing his fingers from her lips and teasing her with them.

He teased her entrance with his two middle fingers. She gasped a little when his fingertips just brushed past her clit. "You're so wet baby." he cooed, stroking his fingers over her cunt, she smiled at his playful nature, leaning up to kiss him again.

"Please~." she begged him as he continued to play with her pussy. He took it one finger at a time, watching as her eyes rolled back with pleasure. “Harder please.” She whispered against his lips as he rubbed her clit and put his fingers into her. "You like that sweetheart?” he asked, thrusting his fingers in and out of her, spreading them and curling them. He stretched her pussy out with just his fingers, loving how she moaned and cried for him to give her more. “Dick please.” she mumbled,

“You like my fingers deep inside you, making you feel good? Hmm Princess? Tell me how good it feels." He asked as his fingers pumped in and out of her slowly but firmly. The pressure was just right, the speed was teasingly slow, but not too slow. He curled his fingers slowly inside of her, rubbing her g-spot softly. She moved her hips at the same pace as the thrusting movement of Dick’s fingers.

"Fuck Dick. It feels so good. Please don't stop ." She moaned. He stopped anyway and looked her in the eye. "Beg for it princess. Beg for me." he spoke seductively into her ear.

"Please. I want you so bad. Please fuck me." She whined breathlessly, looking into his eyes innocently, although the embarrassment soon made her cover her face with her hands. "Good girl."

He continued to work his fingers faster into her as she moaned and pushed back on his fingers. He kissed her chest, specifically her boobs. Her mouth fell open as she felt Dick’s lips on her right nipple. “Fuck baby. I want you in me." she groaned as he took his fingers out of her.

He brought them to his lips and started to suck off her juices.

"Mmh you taste so good baby. You're doing so well for me love." He ran a hand up and down her waist, kissing the stretch marks that sat there. He kissed her tummy and then all the way back up to her lips.

“Do you want this?” he asked, stroking her hair behind her ear. She nodded enthusiastically, just wanting him to fuck her.

He lined himself up with her and held onto her hand, interlocking their fingers. He slid in with a groan. Her walls clenching around him made this all so much better.

"Fuck y/n you're so good for me. You're such a pretty girl. Mmhm Princess you like that?", he smiled down at her.

" Like it when I fuck you like this and call you a pretty girl, hmm?" He said as she felt his cock pulse inside of her. Her eyes rolled back and she arched her back. He was bigger than she had imagined, much bigger.

"Fuck I love it. " she cried out as his cock slammed into her. She furrowed her brows and grabbed her left boob, playing with her nipples.

Every thrust made her legs shake and her eyes roll back in ecstasy. who knew it would be this good. He flipped them both over and began thrusting a little harder. He rubbed her clit with one hand and held her waist with a firm grip with the other. It felt like she was on cloud nine.

Both of their moans and whimpers filled the slowly thickening air as he ruthlessly shoved himself into her cunt, slapping her ass every few thrusts; watching it jiggle upon impact.

"Fuck i’m gonna cum!!" she whined loudly, Dick’s fingers still rubbing her clit. "Cum on my cock baby. Be a good slut and cum all over my cock sweetheart." He moaned. He pounded her cunt, kissing her shoulder and wrapping his hand-that was previously on her waist- round her throat and squeezing gently. She came hard on his cock, her thighs shaking.

But Dick wasn’t quite finished yet. He picked her up and sat her down on his cock again. He groaned deeply as she began to roll her hips. "Don't stop baby. I'm so close." he whimpered, making her clench around him. He started thrusting up into her, holding her thighs. His pace was unholy as her thighs shook whenever his hips met her ass. His eyebrows were knitted together, he let out short whimper-like moans and his hair covering his hazel eyes. He looked so pretty like this, so pretty.

He flipped them back over so that they were back in missionary. she wrapped her legs round his waist, moaning loudly at how deep he was fucking her. He began to kiss her again, sensually and with passion. She flung her arms round his shoulders and tugged at his hair, making him whine again. god she loved that sound. It was a mix between a guttural moan and a whiny whimper. It made her wet beyond words.

"You close baby?" she asked, stroking his hair and tugging on it every now and again. He nodded and picked up the pace of his thrusts. "You're doing so good for me, so so good." she praised, watching his cheeks turn pink as he let a small chuckle leave his lips. “ ‘M close princess.” he groaned, watching as her second orgasm neared. "Cum with me, Dick. Cum for me." she whispered in his ear, which seemed to do it for him. They both came for a second time. He came inside her, his lips parted and a string of curses tumbling from his open mouth. so so beautiful.

Dick’s thighs shook violently with the ferocity of his orgasm. Y/n stroked her hand through his hair as he came down from his high, whispering sweet nothings softly into his ear. “You did so good for me, so so good. Breathe baby.” she cooed, planting a soft kiss at the base of his neck. “Goody boy. You feeling better?” she asked, watching him nod slowly. “Lemme clean up real quick.” she smiled, heading to his bathroom and cleaning herself up. She came back with a warm washcloth and began wiping up any excess cum. He sighed quietly at the heat of the washcloth, grabbing her hand and forcing her to stop.

“Thank you.” he whispered, millimetres from her lips. “Anytime Bird boy.” she smiled, kissing him. He pulled her into his lap, kissing her slowly and more passionately than the other kisses they shared that night. “Hold on.. Bird boy? Seriously?” he chuckled, running down her waist and over her ass. “Yeah, it suits you. Hey! hands off!” she giggled, slapping his hand away. “Oh c’mon, you love it. You know you do.” he smiled, grabbing her ass with both hands this time.

“Shut up.”

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Yandere! Idia Shroud x Camgirl! Reader SMUT

A/N: Hello! This is my first fic I've posted on tumblr, and I'm not used to using it at all. I hope this turned out okay and you enjoy! This is a College AU, implied magicless world, and reader is a camgirl.

This fic is purely 18+, minors do not interact.

Word Count: ~4.4k

Warnings: dubcon, brief mention of blood, non consensual drug use (aphrodisiacs)

Friday night, 11:24pm, 6 minutes before your scheduled time to start “work”. You had just finished putting on your makeup and outfit, now trying to hype yourself up in the mirror.

'I can do this. This is gonna be a great show!' You told yourself, while staring at your reflection wearing the revealing outfit. Tonight’s choice was a catgirl maid costume; the maid dress just barely covering your body and showing a large amount of chest. A choker with a bell on it, cat ears, and thigh high socks.

Giving yourself a nod of encouragement, you sat down in the chair in front of your desk, where your laptop and webcam were situated, along with your ring lights, one at each side of the desk so you were well lit for the camera. Making sure you were logged into the site, your camera angle looked good, and your laptop was charging, you waited.

You loved your side gig as a camgirl. You were able to appeal to multiple people’s sexual desires while also being able to bring yourself to pleasure, sometimes more than once per stream, if there were enough donations of course. You were also able to make a decent amount of money while doing this side job, paying for college while having fun was a pretty big plus. And, if you were gonna be honest, the validation of being attractive to so many people really made you feel a lot better about yourself.

You quickly noticed your clock switch to 11:30pm. Time to start. You clicked on the set of buttons you pretty much knew by heart to get the show started. Once it did, you started up some music to fill the silence. Just some cute electronic music to dance in your chair to while you wait for the viewers to come in. You didn’t really have as many as the big camgirls but you had a few loyal people come and watch your streams, which set your heart at ease.

5 viewers

cay-kun @ 11:31pm: wooow y/n-chan, you look so cute! excited for tonight’s show~

User18535 @ 11:32pm: fuck you’re so goddamn cute, i love your tits. can’t wait to see what that pussy looks like

10 viewers

You playfully giggled while reading the last message, winking and sticking your tongue out while flashing the camera your panties from under your skirt. While waiting for more people to join, you also made a point to talk to your viewers, asking about their day and what they’ve been up to recently, which they loved you for.

25 viewers

User58273 @ 11:34pm: You look so kawaii, I wish I could have you service me.

40 viewers

Glancing at the viewer count, you decide to officially start.

“Hi hiii~ I’m so happy to see you all here tonight! Let’s have some fun, hmm?” you started playfully. “Do you guys like my outfit?” Messages of “yes” and “yeah baby”s began flooding the chat and you grinned. “Well, I have something that will be a real treat for you all~”

You reached over to grab something that couldn’t be seen by the camera or the viewers.

~~~~~

Idia was browsing through the site full of nude streamers, trying to find a person to watch so he could relieve his tension from this week. It was midterms season and his Computer Science teachers were giving him hell by making him do in person presentations, exams, and assignments that kept piling up. It took a lot of time away from gaming and side projects of coding his own programs. He also unfortunately didn’t have his little brother Ortho with him in college, as the university didn’t allow them both to attend “as one student”. Ortho definitely eased some stress as someone he could trust and talk to, but Idia’s parents decided to keep Ortho at home to “prevent Idia from being distracted”, much to his dismay.

Idia was at least blessed to not have a roommate, so he could at least have his own privacy for nights like this. Idia’s eyes landed on a thumbnail of a girl that was dressed in cat ears and a lewd maid outfit and was intrigued. He clicked on the video icon and was met with your figure bent so that your ass was up and legs were spread on the chair you were previously sitting on. The girl on the stream had her panties down to her knees and was currently lubing up a cat tail butt plug.

“Ah, I’ve never used this before so, bear with me, please!” She pleaded, eyes looking directly at the camera. Idia was intrigued now this was her first time using it. He felt like this was perfect timing, almost like she was doing it just for him. Until he saw the comments flooding in from different people who were probably thinking the same way.

“Put it in already”

“Go slow okay~”

“don’t force yourself if you don’t want to! >//<”

“Tch,” Idia scoffed to himself. “Seems like she has simps already. No use in being interested in someo-“

“H- here it goes!” You moaned, starting to slowly shove the length and girth of the butt plug into your tight hole. “Aaanh~ it’s stretching me out...” Your eyes pricked with tears while your face contorted into pure pleasure with a hint of pain, all while staring at the camera. Every so often he could hear the little jingle from the bell on your choker.

Idia felt his pants getting tighter and his palms were starting to sweat. The face you made at him was just too unreal and he needed more. He palmed at his growing erection while you shivered at the feeling of being filled by the toy. Pulling his sweatpants down to his ankles, he started stroking his cock lightly.

cay-kun @ 11:38pm: oh y/n-chan the way that stretches out your hole is so sexy~ definitely taking a screenshot for later!

User39748 @ 11:38pm: SHIT i wish i was there fucking you with that in your ass

Blushing, you turned around so that one of your legs were in the chair while your other was up, effectively showing the camera a view of your pussy and butt plug. “What do you want me to do? I’ll just play with myself until someone makes a donation and tells me what I should do! Highest bidder within the next minute~.” With that, you looked into the camera again while soaking your middle and ring fingers with saliva and bringing them to your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

Idia realized that, even now, he wanted to have some kind of control over you. He had a lot of disposable income, being from a pretty rich family. The blue haired boy grabbed his credit card and began to type.

Ignia has donated $100!

Your eyes widened and you gasped slightly. Idia bit his bottom lip at the sight. “Ah, Ignia! Thank you for the donation, you’re new here! Welcome, what would you like to see me do~?” You smiled while looking at the camera. Idia felt like you were staring into his soul and he was sweating profusely. He thought for a minute, gulped, and decided to send a message.

Ignia @ 11:43pm: I want you to keep watching my messages and do what I say, kitten. First I want you to grab a vibrating dildo if you have one and put it at the lowest setting, then fuck yourself slowly with it.

Idia would never have the balls to be this bold with anybody. But this is the internet, so fuck it, he’ll be truthful and just say what he wanted.

You nodded and proceeded to grab one from the table of toys you had next to your desk, lubed it slightly, and did what he told you to. You moaned at the intrusion and the feeling of being filled. “Mmh, it feels so good..!” You cried out.

Ignia has donated $50!

Ignia @ 11:45pm: And by the way, call me Master. You don’t get to cum until I say so.

You shivered at this stranger’s boldness and quietly spoke, “Yes, master...” you looked away shyly from the camera and closed your eyes for a minute, thrusting the vibrating device in and out of your wetness. A couple of moans slipped through your mouth as you felt your juices spreading onto your legs.

Ignia @ 11:47pm: Faster. Fuck yourself faster for me, kitten, and put it on the medium setting for me.

You did as you were told, fingers trembling to follow what the stranger had told you. Your (h/c) hair was starting to feel moist from your layer of sweat and your body was heating up, causing your breasts to stick to the costume.

Ignia @ 11:49pm: Take your tits out and play with your nipples

You panted heavily and lowered your chest area’s covering, revealing the sheen of sweat around your tits. Flicking your left nipple while working the dildo with your right, your hands were occupied with pleasing yourself as this stranger commanded, moaning out. “Aah, m-master, f-feels so go-ood~!”

Idia was smirking, stroking hard at his cock at the sight and idea of you actually doing what he said almost made him cum then and there, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t help the rapid beating of his heart when you said the last sentence. Idia felt special. The power he had over you was addicting and he wanted to see you push yourself over the edge under his command.

65 viewers

User58273: Fuck this is so hot, I wish I could be your master too

Seeing this comment somehow made Idia seethe. He didn’t want to share you, even though this was his first stream with you. You made him feel special. He started typing out his draft of what to reply to the thirsty viewers.

Draft: Ignia: You stupid bastards, no, I’m not going to share her.

Before Idia could send the message you spoke up in a moaning voice. “*pant* N-no, my master tonight is I-Ignia, haanh~”. You were still playing with your nipples while fucking yourself well with the dildo, a light blush decorated your face and beads of sweat starting to form on the sides of your face and your body.

Idia’s jaw dropped. ‘Does she actually really want me?’ He was getting hot, too hot for his own comfort. Usually he wouldn’t last this long during his sessions but he really wanted to see you fall apart under his command. He paid for it, after all.

“Master~ I’m getting close, I- I wanna cum soon!” You whined, pleading (e/c) orbs staring into the camera with your mouth open from panting heavily.

“Cum already, don’t hold yourself back”

“Just keep going babygirl”

“Let yourself cum”

Once again, Idia scoffed in annoyance, but he noticed you never acknowledged any of the other commenters, waiting patiently for the words to come from him.

Ignia @ 11:55pm: put the toy at the highest setting, fuck yourself til you cum, then keep pumping it while you ride out your climax.

Upon seeing those words, your fingers work to put your toy at the highest setting inside your dripping cunt. You closed your eyes while you try to imagine the user who was giving out the commands, imagining them slapping your ass and fucking you until you could see stars. The feeling of both of your holes being filled was overwhelming now, and the hot feeling built up in your core faster than you realized. Idia could see it too, the heaving of your chest was picking up rapidly.

“M-,, ma- master.! I’m cumming!!!” You shrieked. Closing your eyes with your tongue unintentionally lolling out, you released a silent scream as soon as your orgasm hit. It felt like a knot inside of your body had come undone suddenly. Your orgasm had your pussy clenching around the toy that was still vibrating intensely inside of you, stimulating you longer and making you release high pitched screams.

Hearing your words before cumming had Idia teetering on the edge, but watching your facial expressions and your moans made him finish suddenly with a grunt, his pale cock spurting thick white cum all over his hand. Still, Idia kept stroking his length while you were riding out your high, overstimulating himself to match your actions on the stream.

You pulled out the toy weakly and turned it off, putting it down on a towel next to your desk.

Ignia has donated $5!

Ignia @ 11:59pm: Spread your pussy lips babygirl, I wanna see your tight hole.

User39748 @ 11:59pm: I agree with Ignia

cay-kun @ 12:00am: ah~ I also agree. Let’s see you spread it, hmm~? Oh, can you also do a lil ‘nya!’?

You checked the chat and blushed heavily, post-orgasm shyness now taking over your mind. You hesitantly shifted in the chair while spreading yourself open with your pointer and middle finger, showing off your glistening folds with your lightly abused hole. “Nya...” you held up your other hand to do the signature “catgirl” pose, playfully sticking your tongue out too.

Idia was cleaning himself off but he could feel himself twitch again, staring at your meek form. You were so gorgeous and he really wanted to see more of you, making sure to press the “Follow” button, so he wouldn’t miss another stream.

After a few seconds, you decide to end your show, feeling extremely tired and needing a shower from sweating so much. “Thank you so so much for joining me tonight! I hope you guys have a wonderful rest of your evening~ take care and I hope to see you all soon!”

Small tips ranging between $1-$10 started to flow in along with messages of “take care~” “see you soon!” “great show baby ;)”.

You clicked off and you sighed deeply. Looking at your earnings tonight, you made around $200. This was probably the most you’ve made in one single stream, and $155 of that was from Ignia, a new follower and the one who pretty much commanded your entire show tonight. It really turned you on to have someone do that for you and it was the first time a viewer made you do something that felt so lewd that made you cum so quickly.

You stood up from the chair, cleaned up your desk and toys, and headed for the bathroom. Taking off your makeup in the sink, you jumped into the shower to clean yourself up.

~~~~~

Idia tentatively bit his shirt sleeve, his blue locks framing his face. Something inside of him told him that he needed to talk to you more. He had already typed out a message to send along with his friend request. He was scared - scared of being rejected by someone as pretty as you, especially now that he had already felt so attached to you, or rather, what he’s seen from the stream tonight.

Yellow eyes closed tightly as he clicked to send the friend request to you.

~~~~~

Jumping out of the shower, you throw on a head and body towel and started to brush your teeth. Walking around the room you realized your laptop was still on, and there was a notification box front and center. Curious, you clicked on it.

“One new friend request and message”.

“Friend Request: Ignia

Message: Hey, this is the user from your stream earlier. I just wanted to say I really enjoyed your stream tonight. You seem nice too, so I’d like to get to know you more. If you’re interested just feel free to add me back, no pressure ofc.

Thx

Ignia”

You blinked a few times, pondering what you should do. You had gotten messages from guys before but they only said cheap compliments and asking for private shows. You were single so there wasn’t anybody holding you down and this guy didn’t seem to radiate any bad vibes. His dominant nature over chat really turned you on and you were curious about him, so you decided to accept his friend request and send a reply.

“From: y/n-kitty-cat

Hi there :) I decided to accept your message, cause why not? You shouldn’t be that creepy, right? ;P anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed my stream tonight <3 I hope you can come to future ones too!! I’d like to see you around more ;)

❤️

y/n”

You sent the message and went to the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth and your other nightly routines.

Idia couldn’t believe his eyes - you had actually messaged him back and you were really flirtatious!! That meant he was different in your eyes, right? It has to be true! He was determined to meet up with you, eventually. His dick throbbed at the idea of having you to himself, pleasing him with your mouth, doing all those lewd faces you made on the stream... his mind wandered while he pushed his pants down once again and thought of his muse who was now his “friend”.

~~~~~

After a few days of messaging back and forth, you and Ignia had ended up exchanging numbers and using text to communicate almost daily. You found out things like what your majors in college were, finding out his real name was Idia, which was a pretty unique name, and realizing you were both from the same city. Well, it’s not like Idia hadn’t already done his research - the night he became your friend he had stalked all of your social medias under a throwaway account and scrolled through every photo and bit of information he could find about you. He was becoming so hyper fixated on you he needed to know more, who could blame him? Idia just hoped he would be seeing more of you in your streams so he could watch you get off again, maybe with his assistance.

Unfortunately for you though, you realized you couldn’t stream as much because midterms were also kicking your ass. You apologized to your viewers with a blog post who luckily understood and wished you luck, saying they looked forward to your next show.

Idia couldn’t see your pretty face from the stream, which made him yearn. He told Ortho about his crush on you and when the small boy told Idia to “just tell you the truth and meet up with you!” he wanted to shut down completely. But, he wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of you being in his room, exactly where he wanted you. Sighing, he picked up his phone to send you a text.

Idia: “hey”

Y/n: “hey there! 😉”

Idia: “soo i was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime”

Y/n: “omg 😱 like irl? I’ve never even heard your voice before lol”

Idia: “ik, i’m a bit shy in person.”

Y/n: “i see, so is the life of a gamer and a shut in?😏😂”

Idia: “hah, yeah i guess lol”

Y/n: “soo, what did you wanna do?”

Idia: “idk, anything you want. Except go outside. And be in public.”

Y/n: “pfft, that takes away like any idea at this point HAHA”

Idia: “ya lol i prefer gaming in my room tbh”

Y/n: “oh, then maybe we can just hang out and play games or something like that?”

Idia: “Yeah, why don’t you come over to my dorm, we could game and eat snacks”

Y/n: “Sounds great! This Friday then, 6pm?”

Idia: “Sure i’ll text you the details later”

Y/n: “Awesome :) see you in a couple days then ;)”

Idia: “cool”

Idia threw himself on his bed and screamed silently into the pillow. Idia wanted more than to just be your friend but unfortunately was also extremely shy, especially when talking to new people in person. But as he was sexually attracted to you, he knew he would have a hard time hiding it from you. He had hoped to initiate some kind of sexual interaction when you met up, wanting to indulge in your sinful reactions himself. He didn’t even want to think about anybody else seeing you like that. Idia was growing possessive and realized that if he were to get you where he wanted you, he needed to do a little bit of digging. Which meant searching the web for something that would help make you more agreeable to something sexual. He knew he himself couldn’t make you agree to it, he was too nervous to initiate that! He knew what he needed - an aphrodisiac.

Composing himself, he got onto his computer and compared his options as well as looking for advice on how to please a woman. His eyes widened and lips trembled as he realized he was definitely way too shy to initiate as much as other men do, but he was determined to try anything if it meant your attention.

~~~~~

Today was finally Friday, and the current time was 5:30pm. You styled your (h/c) locks and put on a light amount of makeup, not as much as you would when you streamed but enough to make yourself feel pretty. You also decided that you still wanted to be cute, even if you and Idia were just friends at this point, and wore a tight crop top, a high waisted black skirt, and some thigh high socks since it was a bit breezy outside. You topped it all off with a (f/c) cardigan so you could at least feel comfortable in the sleeves. Packing your bag, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror, did a little peace sign and smiled, feeling cute as hell. You grabbed your keys and walked out of your dorm, heading towards Idia’s campus.

You parked at the place he told you to and gotten out of your car, looking around for him. Shit, you just realized you didn’t even ask him what he was gonna wear or what he really looked like, which was pretty dumb in hindsight. You did catch a glimpse of a tall lanky guy with fluffy blue hair and a striped t-shirt, who was fumbling around on his phone and didn’t realize you was standing right by him.

“Excuse me,” you interrupted his peace softly, causing him to jump up and squeal in fear. “Oh!! I’n so sorry, I’m just looking for someone and I didn’t know if I was in the right place?”

Idia froze. It really was you, in the flesh, looking at him and taking his appearance in. You were gorgeous, even more so than he would have ever thought, and your voice brought tingles to his spine that made him shudder. Idia realized he was being quiet for a longer than acceptable time and he looked away. “H-hi,, y/n...” he mumbled barely even audible.

“Oh!! Idia? Is that you? Hi!!!” You exclaimed, seemingly really excited. Your mouth was curved into a wide smile too.

“Huh, you sound really enthusiastic...” Idia whispered, thinking he really said it in his own mind instead of out loud.

“Of course I am! I’m finally done with midterms and now I can relax and have fun with my new friend!” You said, bumping your shoulder with him, causing him to hold his breath.

Idia gulped when he realized what you said. Friend. Right, that’s all he was to you. At least for now. But hopefully that would change soon, right?

“Y-yeah. Let’s go inside.” Idia muttered, turning his back and walking.

Based on his demeanor, you almost forgot that Idia was the one who was so dominant during your stream the other week, since his attitude was so shy in real life. But, you pushed that thought to the back of your head, today was gonna be a fun day with a new friend, and that was strictly it. You didn’t really want to make your side job as a sex worker into a big thing that would make real life friendships difficult.

~~~~~

After he led you through the halls of the dorm, he brought you to a door and opened it up. Inside it was a bit messy, but an organized mess, one where the owner definitely knew where everything was. He had a pc setup with multiple monitors, RGB lighting which was mostly set to shades of blue, and a really nice gaming chair to go along with it. He also had a shelf with different manga series along it and other consoles for gaming, a bed, a door that led to a bathroom, and a mini fridge. Pretty nice for someone who lived without a roommate, you thought.

You walked over to his bed and flopped down onto it. Idia couldn’t help but think about the many times he had masturbated to you on those sheets that you were now sitting on. He was wondering what kind of panties you were wearing too, when he was suddenly interrupted.

“So! I guess we should get started on some games, yeah? I think I wanna play a fighting one against you! I’m totally gonna win~” You smiled up at him playfully.

Idia let his personality slip when games were brought up. “Tch, you really think you’re gonna win against me ? Think again.” The blue haired boy smirked down at you, which lit up the fire of competition in your heart.

“Let’s go then, dude.”

~~~~~

After about 15 minutes of close battles but still losing every one, you groaned and put the controller down on the floor where you and Idia were positioned in front of a monitor. You had developed a small sheen of sweat on your face from the stress. “Hey Idia, do you have anything to drink? I’m so thirstyy~” You looked at him and pouted, hoping he would maybe have some soda or water for you.

“A-ah, yes I do...” he stuttered a bit, seemingly nervous about something. He shuffled over to a mini fridge near his desk and brought out a cooler bottle. “Here, I made this sweet tea yesterday and you can drink from it...” Idia handed you the cool bottle and you observed it suspiciously. He was starting to feel his breath hitch and wondered if you had caught on.

“Hm~? Drinking from the same bottle already? So intimate!” You teased him, lightly elbowing his side. “Well, here goes nothing.” You tipped the bottle into your mouth and the tea tasted like sweet peach, with a slightly bitter aftertaste.

“Hm, it’s... interesting. What kind of tea is it?” You inquired, looking at the contents and sniffing it.

“I-it’s a recipe I found online! It looked good so, I decided to make it, I- I thought you would like it...” he shyly put down his head, trying to hide his suspicious nervousness from you.

“Okay... well it’s pretty good! I’ll drink some more, thanks for thinking of me~” you said as you gulped down the drink for a few more seconds. “Mmh! I think that cooled me down, let’s play more rounds!”

Idia looked back at you and sighed in relief. “Y-yeah, let’s do that.” He didn’t know how long it would take to work but at least he could distract his nerves by playing some games.

~~~~~

You started to sweat and feel hot. Unbearably hot. You cleared your throat and pulled off your cardigan and folded it to the side, but it wasn’t enough. The heat spread from your head, to your torso, and to your lower regions. Feeling hot and a deep... itch that you couldn't quite reach, in your crotch, you decide to change the position in which you were sitting, from crossing your legs to having them right underneath you, to feel some sort of friction in that area. You could feel yourself blushing intensely while the blue haired man next to you was still immersed in the game you both were supposed to play.

Watching him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers moved on the controller, his thumbs and pointers expertly moving across it. You started thinking about how they would feel playing with your nipples and clit - wait. ‘What am I even thinking about?! Snap out of it!’ But, you also couldn’t help but think about when you were close to beating him during a round, his voice changed to a lower, frustrated one, and he even let out a little growl. Even now you noticed the way his eyes were so glued to the monitor with a small scowl on his face. Thinking about that sent throbs and heat to your growing wetness.

WINNER: PLAYER 1!

“Fuhehe, I knew I could beat you again~ but for some reason it felt like you weren’t trying as hard this round.” Idia put down his controller, finally took a glance at you, and his breath was caught in his throat.

Your (s/c) body was covered with a layer of sweat, cheeks burning and your eyes looked glossy. You were also panting slightly, rubbing your legs together softly to try to create more friction. “A-ah,, hey... do you think you could lower the temperature in here? It- it’s getting really hot. Maybe I could have more of that cold tea?” You breathed, trying to sound more stable than you were.

Idia was dumbfounded for a second and totally forgot you had drank the tea that he mixed with the aphrodisiacs. He gulped as he leaned closer to your face, observing you. “Is... is there anything else I can help you, w-with?” Idia placed a hand on the floor near your thigh and watched as you tried to scoot away from it.

“D-don’t do that... it’s...,” you whimpered, back now touching the side of his bed as you leaned away from his touch. Since when did he smell so good? His scent radiating from his proximity sent tingles across your body.

“Do what?” Idia experimentally reached out to touch your arm, fingers grazing your back slightly. You couldn’t fight back the moan that slipped out of your mouth. “Haah~ I-Idia...” you breathed, looking at him with pleading eyes. You really weren’t planning on doing anything with your new friend, so why was your body disobeying your mind?

“Y/n... you know you can tell me if there’s a-anything you need.. I’ll help you.” Idia’s eyes were still wide and the way he looked at you made you start craving. You wanted him - no, you NEEDED him to touch you more. You never really thought about it, but, Idia really was attractive. It’s not because of your hazy mindset that you realized it, but the way the blue lights illuminated his pale skin and make his hair almost glow, you were just focusing on it more. He was... cute.

“I-...” you started, looking down at his hand on your arm, and then back at him. Staring at his lips, you felt your arms move around his neck as you pulled him closer. Your lips smashed against each others messily and you released a soft whimper against his mouth. The reality hitting you, you moved your head back suddenly breaking the kiss. Your body was still hot.

“F-first...” Idia was stuttering. “First... kiss...” Idia stared wide eyed at you, lips still trembling. He blushed and turned away, his brows tilted upwards as if he were troubled.

“Oh, oh god, I’m so sorry....” you breathed out, scared you had fucked it up with your friend.

“Haah.. more...” his eyes suddenly turned back to you, seemingly darker than before. “I want more of you, y/n...” with that, he brought his lips to yours again and moved them sloppily against your own. He even took the liberty to bite your bottom lip with his sharp teeth, causing you to yelp. Idia used this opportunity to shove his tongue past your mouth and moved it against your own, causing you to moan in pleasure while you could feel your panties starting to drench.

Idia pulled away from you, cheeks tinted pink. Both of you panted for breath, your clothes now feeling sticky due to sweat. He scanned your blushing figure and saw an opening of your skirt that had shown off your lacy panties. Idia gulped and dove his head towards your clothed pussy, breathing in the essence and shuddering loudly, which made you gasp.

“Idiia, no... we, we shouldn’t...” you whined. But you could feel your body was not agreeing with your words. When the tip of his nose grazed your clit you bucked your hips against his head, letting out a moan at the contact.

He lifted up your skirt to your waist so he could see your facial expressions. Suddenly, his wet tongue experimentally slid up your clothed pussy, piercing yellow eyes locked onto your glazed over eyes. You shrieked at the sensation and felt embarrassed that he could get you like this, and you were still wearing your panties.

“Hhn, you wore these for me, didn’t you..?” Idia said, which made you blush. “No, I- I didn’t...” you muttered weakly, trying to avoid his gaze

Idia’s grip on your thighs suddenly got tighter and he looked up at you with furrowed brows. “Don’t lie to me, kitten. I know you want me, like how you did on the night we met, on your stream.” Idia firmly told you. It seemed like it was more like he was convincing himself. "N-no Idia, I... I don't want to-" you started, until you were interrupted.

Idia’s teeth bit suddenly into your soft thigh, causing it to bleed a bit. You knew it would leave a big mark later. “AH!! F-fuck!!” You grabbed onto his blue hair and felt your pussy clench onto nothing. Why, why are you enjoying this? It was like Idia’s personality had changed, from the shy person you met outside his dorm to a more possessive and rough one. You were a bit scared of him but why was he making you feel so good?

You didn’t have time to think as you felt him move the fabric of your panties to the side so your drenched cunt was fully visible to him. He stared in awe and took in everything - the shape, size, and how wet you were. You brought the back of your hand up to your head and panted with embarrassment. “Idia... mmh...”, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your body was still wanting more and after your mind was fighting the feeling so much, you decided to let it be. “Please...”

Idia met your eyes and saw how glossy they were. He lifted your body onto the bed so that you were now lying on your back while he was still in front of your crotch. You softly breathed in and out, causing your chest to rise and fall in your sweat soaked top. He snaked a pale hand under your shirt to grope your breast in your lacy bra, cold fingers sending shivers through your hot body. Idia couldn’t resist any longer, he suddenly shoved his wet muscle onto your pussy with fervor. You gasped and threw your head back onto Idia’s plush pillow, and shoved your hand on the back of his head pushing it deeper into your legs. Idia couldn’t contain himself and moaned into your heat, sending vibrations through it. “Oh- aaanh~ Idi-aaa~....” you sighed and whined. He took this opportunity to lower the cup of your bra below your breast and pinch your pert nipple in his fingers.

“Fuck~!” you screamed, feeling hot tears flowing down your face. Your body couldn’t take it much longer. Your core was building a familiar sensation but it was all too overwhelming and coming too fast. “It feels so good!!” You squealed, squeezing your thighs together so you were caging his head. Idia focused his energy lapping hungrily at your clit and then pushed two digits of his free hand through your wet hole, pumping them in and out. Your panting breaths were becoming shorter with each pump.

“Idia~ I’m close!! I’m gonna cum..!” You looked at him between your legs, and he lifted his mouth off of your cunt for a brief second. He stared into your eyes with his yellow ones, which stared at you intensely, licked his lips, and spoke.

“Cum for me then, kitten. Don’t hold back, cum all over my face.” With that, he dove back in and pumped his fingers into your core and flicked his tongue on your sensitive pearl even faster than before. Idia’s hips were rutting on his mattress, precum wetting his undergarments.

“Oh god - I’m cumming, I’m cumming~!!” You screeched and squeezed his head with your thighs, squirting his face and sheets with your cum. His tongue darted around your pussy licking off your juices. You breathed heavily, riding out your high. It took everything in him to stop himself from cumming right then and there - he wanted to save that for later.

Idia leaned up to where you were and kissed you passionately, and you could taste yourself all over his mouth. You moaned at the taste of your own juices on his tongue. Still exhausted from Idia eating you out, your body somehow craved the feeling of being filled. You sat up and got up from the bed and for a second he was afraid you were getting ready to leave. You removed your drenched shirt in front of him as well as your skirt, underwear, and bra. Still wearing your thigh high socks, he stopped you before you could remove them. “I, I want you to keep those on...” he licked his lips as he stared at your socks squeezing your plush thighs, the mark he made earlier with his teeth was visible and bruising now.

Following your lead, Idia was removing his own garments, tossing his shirt to the side. He was lean, not too skinny but not muscular either, pale all over. He also removed his pants and swung them over to the floor. Idia avoided your gaze as his erection was now very much so noticeable in his boxers, and you could even see a dark spot where his precum had made a mark. You felt your vagina tremble at the sight of it. It’s been a long time since you’ve had a partner and the anticipation was starting to get to you. As for Idia, well, everything was his first.

You knelt down in front of his bed and his legs and reached out to touch the head of his penis through the boxers, making him twitch and breathe out. “Mmh,...” you pulled down his underwear to reveal his lengthy cock. He wasn’t extremely girthy but he made up for that in length. The head of it was a shade of pale pink and dripped with clear liquid. You took some of the clear liquid in your hand and began teasing the head of his dick. Opening your mouth, you also gave it a few kitten licks while you pumped the base. Idia let out a few grunts and threw his head back, causing you to grow wet again.

Idia felt himself getting too close to orgasm which made him grab your head to stop you from going further. He lifted you up again and placed you on his lap, your dripping cunt hovering over his standing cock. Your body was hot again as you stared into Idia’s yellow eyes, a pink haze dusting his pale cheeks. Remembering he was a virgin, you looked at him hesitantly. ‘I- I don’t know, are you sure you want to lose your virginity right now?’ was what you were planning on saying, until he spoke up.

“Y/n... I need you. I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a while. I- I'm gonna put it in...” Idia whispered, panting slightly. As he was lowering your hips, you couldn't say anything as you felt his tip graze your wetness and you whimpered at the feeling. He kept bringing your hips down until you felt him all the way inside, head of his dick kissing your cervix. You threw your arms around his neck and moaned into his ear, causing a grunt from your partner. Not giving you time to adjust, Idia started thrusting in and out sloppily into your hole, squelching and moaning sounds filling the air of his usually quiet dorm.

“Oh Idia, please, pleasepleaseplease-!” You screamed, not even knowing what you were pleading for. Your (h/c) hair was sweaty and you felt your eye makeup starting to run with every tear you shed. Idia’s loud grunts filled your ear, causing your heat to build up.

“*pant* Mmh, y/n...” he paused and started thrusting into you slowly but hard, pulling you back so his forehead could touch with yours, blue hair still frayed in his face. “You have, *pant* no idea... I would masturbate to your pictures every. Single. Night. I jerked off on these sheets and used your photos of you smiling, you weren’t even *pant* n-naked... Does that, *pant* make me a sick pervert? No matter, you're here with me now, and I'm mmh, making you feel good, right?” Idia confessed, yellow eyes staring into yours with infatuation and obsession. You felt your breath hitch in a feeling familiar to fear. He was lovesick. Not the same person you thought you were messaging for the past few days or gaming with earlier. He looked deranged.

“I... Aaanh~!” You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust into your cervix. Idia licked your neck while thrusting into your abused hole. “I’m gonna breed you, kitten. W-wanna see you drip with my cum.. mmh, you want that?”

You were so close to your release that you didn’t even care about what he was saying. “More Idia, more!!” You breathed. Closing your eyes and now using your own hips to grind into his cock.

Remembering a particular position that grabbed Idia’s attention, he lifted you up, dick still hard inside of you. He placed your back on the bed, your head on his pillow while he brought your legs up to your chest. Idia continued to thrust into you, your face now in full view. He held your wrists in one hand above your head so you couldn’t hide your face from his eyes.

“Idia...” you breathed out. “I- Idia!!!!” You felt your orgasm approaching fast while he pounded into you relentlessly. “Haaanh~ I’m close!!” You moaned shamelessly.

“Hnnh, that’s r-right, y/n... mm, cum for me...” Idia breathed out in between his panting. With that, Idia thrusted faster until the knot that was building in your lower regions finally released. “Aaanh~!! I’m cumming, Idia, c-cumming all over your cock!!” Your face contorted into one of full bliss, eyes looking straight into his with your mouth in an o-shape. The walls around Idia’s length clenched tightly, milking him of his seed. Idia came suddenly with a groan, pumping it deep within you while riding out his high. "Fuck, y/n!!"

Idia rolled you both to your sides, his dick softening inside you. You both panted hard as you faced one another. You opened your eyes to find him with his eyes closed, blushing at the sight of your naked bodies still intertwined even after your climaxes. “We, we actually did it...” he whispered and opened his eyes. “!!!!” He made a mildly surprised noise, eyes widening and turning away.

“Eeh?! What’s wrong!?” You said, wondering if something was on your face. “N-nothing it’s just.... I’m surprised we... you.. you’re staring at me... I’m sorry, I’m still not used to people doing that...” Idia said shamefully, darting his yellow eyes to and from you periodically.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Eek!! Why,, are you laughing at me?” Idia frowned and hid his face in the pillow. “Well.. your personality is different when you’re having sex versus not. It's interesting.” you told him, tracing a finger along his arm.

Idia blushed intensely, throwing his arms around your neck and hid his pale face in your neck. "Mmph..! I-, I like you, y/n..." he breathed into your neck. "I wouldn't be able to handle you doing this with another person so... will you be mine?" Idia pulled back to watch your face as you contemplated.

Idia's words from earlier suddenly flooded your memories. He looked insane when he confessed to his perverted actions and it evoked an uncertain emotion akin to fear. Your body felt paralyzed. But in the moment, with Idia's lightly pink tinged skin and unsure eyes, you had to admit it made your heart flutter, too. "Yes, Idia..."

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One Million In One Day | 9

GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader + Park Jinyoung x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Characters: GOT7 Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you. Word Count: <2k Warnings: Stalking, fighting, cursing, mentioning of illness, TYPOS, etc.

A/N: HI IT”S BEEN SO LONG BUT HERE IT IS HKASHFKAFA

I’m tagging @tia-m94 because, well, she wanted to be HAHA, and I was looking for all the other messages I got about updating this but I can’t seem to find them, so yeah, if you wanna be tagged in the last chapter just ell me cos I’m actually planning on posting that soon as well.

It’s been two weeks since Jinyoung stopped talking to us, and I’ve had enough of it. He’s neither replied to my or Mark’s texts while clearly holding his phone in class, so obviously he wants us to know that he’s ignoring us.

Once Mr. Choi says class dismissed, I grabbed my things and jogged over to the other side of the room for him. He was still fixing up his things when I arrived and the blank expression he had somehow fell.

I move over to him once his row is cleared and call out to him, “Jinyoung.”

Much unlike him, he takes all his things and shoves it into his bag, out of spite. But it was too unlike his nature. He sighs and begins to fix it inside, not paying attention to me.

“I’m sorry that I upset you.”

Jinyoung glares at me, “you’re sorry? For what?”

I bite my lower lip and huff, “Jinyoung... please don’t be like this.”

Jinyoung scoffs, “you still don’t get it, do you.”

“Could you please just tell me? I don’t like becoming your enemy.”

“Do you? From what I can tell you don’t care at all for me.”

I pull back from his tight remark and frown, “how could you say that...”

Jinyong's eyes are on fire as he watches my expression in disgust, “You can’t play with me, just because we’re friends.”

“I’m not playing with you," I manage weakly.

Jinyoung rolls his eyes and finally fixes all his things and storms past me. I let him have a head start and run after him right after.

The moment I caught up with him, I grab onto his arm and blurt, “there’s only one thing I can think of... but I have no idea how you’d know.”

Jinyoung finally stops and turns to me.

I feel my feel tears well up in my eyes and I pull him to the side. Jinyoung looks down at me as I fiddle my fingers. I scratch my eyes and turn to him, finding he dawned a different expression on his face.

“Do you know about..." I suck in a breath and whisper, "my sugar daddy?"

Jinyoung clenches his jaw for a moment, then lets out a breath, “... yes. I saw him take you out in his sports car when I was supposed to come over. I was already outside your door when I called.”

I bite my lower lip.

Jinyoung clenched jaw, "you lied to me that day. You said you were going to sleep in all day. You even had the audacity to say you had fun with me the day before."

I turn to him, hot tears streaming down my face. I desperately reason out, "but I did Jinyoung. I love hanging out with you no matter where or when."

Jinyoung turns away from me and I begin to feel like the world was staring at me at this point. I turn to my feet in shame and embarrassment.

"Then why did you lie?" Jinyoung starts again, not caring if the world could hear, "between your teeth, in front of my face? And you told Mark though, so it infuriates me even more."

I suck in a breath for courage and grab his hand, "can we talk at my apartment, please. Give me a chance to explain."

I dread that he will rip him hand away from me and spit at my face. But instead, he grips my wrist and sighs, leading me off.

When we get there, Jinyoung's keen eye notices all the differences in the place. He doesn't miss to note on it bitterly, "wah, you bought an oven too. How cute."

I frown and turn to him, "ya... I did it for you okay."

Jinyoung looks at me, bewildered, caught off guard.

I whine and wipe my face. I drop my bag to the floor and push the thought of missing class today away, "I bought an oven so we could make cheesecake, because I just like you so damn much. And I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean for you to see Jackson. And I had to tell Mark because I had to spend all the money he gave me or else I would lose it."

Jinyoung shakes his head and hands, "wait don't tell me the story like this. Tell me from the beginning, from the very start till now."

And so I do.

By the end of it, Jinyoung and I are sitting on the couch with an awkwardly small gap between us. I don't know what was going through his mind now, but what I did know was that he wasn't happy.

"So what, you're going to keep doing this? What if he asks you to marry you for the sake of his mom?"

I furrow my brows, "Jinyoung, he wouldn't do that. And besides, I think he won't ask me to come over anymore."

"But if he does, will you go?"

"... I can't just leave him."

Jinyoung turns sour, "you most definitely can. You have nothing in writing."

"But he's like a friend now..."

He scoffs, "so you like this Jackson guy?"

I bitterly reply without turning to him, "it's like you want me to make a neon sign that I like you, Jinyoung."

When he doesn't give a sassy retort, I feel my insides grind in fear. I manage to turn to him and my stomach drops when I see he's staring at me, "do you mean it?"

I frown.

"Or are you just saying things I want to hear to get a pass?"

I feel my eyes glass, "what?"

Jinyoung scoffs out a chuckle, "are you an idiot, or are you an idiot?"

"... ... Jinyoung ..."

He sighs, "you still don't get it, do you?" Jinyoung diminishes the gap between us and casually wipes the tears on my cheek away, "I like you so much, you big idiot."

I just look at him, dumbfounded, not really knowing what to say, up until a thought popped up in my head, "is that why you were so upset?"

Jinyoung rolls his eyes, "what do you think?"

It may have been misplaced and untimely, but my stomach swirls in butterflies and I begin to feel giddy.

"You have to stop seeing him though."

I feel pulled back by his sudden statement.

"I don't want you going around with some guy that has so much leverage over you. Especially not because you wanted to by me an over for stupid cheesecake, the hell?"

I open my mouth to protest, but Jinyoung cuts me off, “you’ve done enough, pabo. Now, for my sake,” he grabs my hand, “don’t see any other guy, but me.”

My heart races. My breath hitches.”

Jinyoung clears his throat, “so, can I be your boyfriend?”

I can’t help but bite my lip and snort at him for asking like that. I, instead on answering, do what I have thought of doing whenever he pouts, or whenever he smiles, or whenever he’s stressed, or whenever he’s teasing me. I move forward and peck his lips, placing a chaste kiss and smiling back at him.

Jinyoung doesn’t seem to be surprised by this, and only pushes me back to plant a deeper kiss on my lips. We reposition, so that my torso is facing him and so is his facing mine. I wind up leaning on the arm rest of the sofa and Jinyoung’s hands are latching themselves on my body. He stops midway and inhales, “I want you to answer me though, just so it’s clear we’re on the same page.”

I pretend to think about it, “... I dunno, commitment seems a little too much. Why not just be kissing buddies?”

Jinyoung raises his upper lip and makes an annoyed sound. He then tickles me where he had his hands and I jolt and wither at the assault.

“Okay! Okay!” I scream, making him cease and narrow his eyes at me, “you can be my boyfriend, Park Jinyoung.”

Jinyoung scoffs, “ya, you think you’re so cool? It’s an honor for you to be my girlfriend.”

I forfeit another reply and only pull him close. Jinyoung reciprocates immediately.

My mind is already hazy when he pulls away again, “I want to hear you say it--”

“Shut up, Jinyoung.”

It’s kinda funny how Jinyoung and I go about now. I remember telling Mark about it during class and how much he freaked out because of it.

It was kinda funny.

Much like I has anticipated, an entire month had passed and I didn't even really think about Jackson. That was up until I got a call one night from no other than my sugar daddy himself.

“Hello?” I answer immediately

“Hey--” his voice is thick and low, “I know this is short notice, but can I meet you right now?”

I pull my phone away to check the time. I see it’s about 9:30pm. I pull my phone back, “I dunno, Jackson. I’m kinda scared to go out at this time.”

“What if I pick you up?”

I think of Jinyoung for a moment, then I reply to Jackson, “okay.”

By the time Jackson arrives, I had texted Jinyoung that I would go out with Jackson for one last time. He was hesitant, but he said that he trusted me more than anything.

I went into Jackson’s car and he immediately just drives once I get in. I barely even have time to put my seatbelt on. I look at him and see his face is dishevelled.

I decide not to speak up until he parks in a 24/7 supermarket’s parking lot.

“My mom passed,” Jackson says, immediately breaking down.

For a moment I am stunned, and I have absolutely no idea what to do. Jackson is gripping the steering wheel as he crumbles and weeps. I then have the decency to reach out to him and rub his back. I want to speak, to say something, but I just feel like I shouldn’t.

It’s Jackson that bursts out again, “the day you met her, she said she was really tired from being so happy. I stayed with her that night, watching her drama. I slept on the couch. When I woke up, she... she was stiff and... and-”

I cover my face with my hands, “Jackson...”

“It’s like she was just waiting for that moment and-- I- I feel like if you hadn’t met her then, she’d... she’d still be waiting... and it conflicts me so much.”

I begin to feel tears fall from my eyes as well.

“You know, at the very least she’s not suffering anymore, and you made her happy,” Jackson shudders, turning to me with bloodshot eyes. He frowns, lips quivering, “oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I’ve just made everything so depressing.”

“No,” I take his hand, “what you feel right now is normal. You’ve just had a great loss. I’m glad that I got to meet her and made her happy, Jackson.”

He chuckles, “don’t you resent me for doing something like this.”

I shake my head, “no. In fact, let’s stop this agreement between us okay. If you ever need me, just call me as a friend, okay.”

Jackson pulls his hand away to slap it on his face, “oh lord, as if I deserve that.”

“Jackson-”

“No... I shouldn’t take advantage of you.”

“You’re not!” I say, “I want you to be my friend. You can hang out with me, Jinyoung, Mark, and Nari. I think it would be good for you, especially now. I can take you to cheap restaurants and let you borrow two dollar shirts. You’ll finally taste boxed wine.”

He begrudgingly chuckles at that. I give a smile.

For a moment, he just heaves. Jackson settles and turns to me, offering a sad smile, “thank you... for everything.”

“Thank you too.”

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[oikawaplssteponme]

The Apartment: part 5

▪️for parts 1-4, click here

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x fem! reader

rating/warnings: swearing, angst (?)

synopsis: You knew that living with your three best friends, Kuroo, Oikawa, and Bokuto, would be a wild ride. It’s never a dull moment with those three. Let’s just hope you can keep your huge crush on Kuroo a secret when he is only a room away.

a/n: hi friends✨i hope you all are doing well:)) just a friendly reminder to eat something today and stay hydrated 💕 as always, my inbox is open for anything and everything so feel free to reach out:) and the taglist for this fic is still open if you’d like to join✨ okay, enjoy xx

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Five: best friends

“Okay do you have all your bags?” You asked. Bokuto nodded, holding a backpack and small suitcase.

“Yes Y/N.”

“And your phone? And your pillow, because I know you hate hotel ones. And-“

“Y/N calm down you’re going into ’mom mode’,” said Kuroo. You rolled your eyes.

“I just wanna make sure he has a good trip.”

“Akaashi will take care of him, don't worry,” smiled Kuroo.

“Do you not want me to have a good trip?” pouted Oikawa. You put your arm around him and smiled.

“Oikawa, I wouldn’t mind if you didn’t come back.” You joked.

“I fucking hate you,” he growled, pushing you away. You laughed and ruffled his hair.

“I love you both okay, now get out of here, Iwa and Akaashi are probably already outside,” you smiled. The four of you gathered for a group hug. Oikawa was off to his mini getaway with Iwa and Bokuto was joining Akaashi for his writers conference. The apartment would be just you and Kuroo.

“Hey, Y/N,” called Bokuto. He pulled you aside and whispered something in your ear.

“Remember what I told you.”

You sighed, remembering well what Bokuto had told you those days ago. You nodded.

“Farewell my lovely apartment! You two better not burn the place down while I’m gone,” said Oikawa.

“No promises,” smiled Kuroo. He pushed Oikawa out the door as Bokuto followed.

“Bye you two, we love you!” You cheered. Kuroo shut the door behind Oikawa and Bokuto, leaving you alone with him.

“You act like they’re never coming back,” laughed Kuroo.

“Not my fault I’ll miss them. I don’t remember the last time I went more than a week without them,” you explained. Kuroo nodded.

“Wanna grab some food after class?” Asked Kuroo. Your face felt warm.

“Uh yeah that sounds good.” You and Kuroo both had a lecture together today for your marketing course.

“Just give me 10 minutes and we can head to class,” you said. Kuroo nodded. You went inside your room and saw that Oikawa had left something on your bed. You picked it up and it read: “I suggest you use this before it expires”. You turned the card over, and saw that it was a coupon for 10% off a purchase at Party City. You groaned and threw the card away.

“Dickhead,” you mumbled.

“Who, me?” said Kuroo. You jumped.

“Kuroo oh my god you have to stop sneaking up on me like that,” you ordered. Kuroo laughed and sat down on your bed.

“Hurry up I don’t wanna be late.” You sighed and grabbed your jacket and shoes from your closet and slipped them on.

“Fine then let’s go.”

~

You and Kuroo walked a couple blocks to campus. Your lecture hall wasn’t too far away.

“A 3 hour lecture never gets easier,” you sighed. Kuroo patted your shoulder.

“Come on Y/N, don’t you just love getting all that knowledge thrown at you.” You rolled your eyes.

“Marketing is boring, even a nerd like you could agree,” you joked.

“Okay fair,” smiled Kuroo. The two of you reached the lecture hall and took a seat next to each other.

“Hi Kuroo! Mind if I sit here?” a voice said. You turned to see a girl standing next to Kuroo.

“Oh Calie, hi, yeah sure,” said Kuroo. The girl joyfully sat down next to Kuroo, causing you to clench your fists.

“Uh Calie, this is my friend Y/N, Y/N this is Calie, we have organic chemistry together,” explained Kuroo. The girl flashed you a dazzling smile. Great, she's pretty and smart. You shook her hand firmly.

“Wait aren’t you guys roommates too? That must be so fun living with someone like Kuroo,” giggled Calie. You gave her a sarcastic smile. I already hate this bitch.

“Yeah we’ve been friends forever so I definitely get my fair share of Kuroo.”

“Well you’re probably so sick of him, mind if I borrow him after the lecture?” She asked. Calie wrapped her hand around Kuroo’s bicep. You had to stop yourself from beating the shit out of her.

“Well actually-“ you began.

“Sure that sounds fun. You don’t mind right, Y/N?” said Kuroo. Is he being serious right now?

“So I’m supposed to grab dinner by myself?” You whispered, without thinking. Kuroo’s eyes widened. Calie gasped.

“You can come with us! I’d hate to leave you all alone,” She smiled.

“Yeah come with us,” said Kuroo.

“No no it’s fine, you two have fun. I’d rather be alone anyway,” you muttered. Before Kuroo could reply, your professor had walked in and began his lecture.

~

Your lecture felt longer than normal. Probably because all you could focus on was Calie’s giggles as she whispered with Kuroo throughout the whole 3 hours. Kuroo was always good with the ladies. His confident nature caused girls to be drawn towards him. Yes, you liked him too but you liked all of him, not just the surface level of Kuroo.

You tried to contain your annoyance with Calie and Kuroo. It was obvious she was flirting with him.

“See you next week,” said your professor as he wrapped up his lecture. You got up from your seat and began packing up your things. You didn’t look at Kuroo and headed right out the door.

You began walking back to your apartment when you heard Kuroo call after you.

“Wait Y/N-chan!” You turned around to face him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to hang with me and Calie? She’s really nice once you get to know her,” he said. You almost rolled your eyes.

“No it’s fine. I promised I’d FaceTime Oikawa now anyway,” you lied. Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

“Well if you say so. I’ll grab dinner with you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah sure. Make sure you have your key to the apartment or else I’m locking you out,” you said. Kuroo laughed and nodded.

“Bye Y/N!” cheered Calie. You gave her a wave and watched as Kuroo ran back towards her.

-

You walked back to your apartment, upset. Kuroo had every right to hang out with other girls but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It was just another reminder that Kuroo might not share the same feelings as you.

The apartment felt weird being so empty. All dark and quiet. You threw your keys on the counter and plopped onto the couch. You checked your phone and saw a plethora of texts from Oikawa.

i've been in the car FOREVER -sent 5:35pm

my legs are cramping -sent 5:40pm

do you think if i asked Iwa to stop for a bathroom break he would be mad? -sent 5:41pm

bc we just stopped 30 minutes ago and i said i didn’t need to go -sent 5:43pm

but now i do -sent 5:47pm

update: he stopped for me🤩 -sent 6:01pm

y/n answer me -sent 6:37pm

im bored -sent 6:38pm

you better be buying that maid costume -sent 6:40pm

that coupon expires soon -sent 6:41pm

btw bokuto forgot his pillow but he told me not to tell you -sent 6:52pm

oops -sent 6:52pm

wyd -sent 7:03pm

You laughed at your phone. Good to see you weren’t the only one missing your friends.

well im currently sitting alone in the apartment as kuroo ditched me for some girl -sent 7:15pm

HE DID WHAT -sent 7:18pm

maybe im being dramatic but he’s kinda on a date with some girl from his organic chemistry class -sent 7:19pm

i bet she’s ugly -sent 7:19pm

no she’s gorgeous -sent 7:20pm

fuck

well

im gonna beat his ass

how dare he -sent 7:20pm

it’s fine

maybe it’s better im alone rn anyway

gives me time to get over him -sent 7:21pm

come on hun

don’t say that

don’t give up -sent 7:25pm

idk toru

i feel like it’s never gonna happen

especially when he could have someone like her -sent 7:27pm

bokuto said it best: kuroo would be stupid not to like you -sent 7:28pm

i guess he’s stupid then -sent 7:30pm

:(((

okay Iwa and I got to our hotel but I’ll talk to you later okay love? -sent 7:33pm

okay

bye shittykawa -sent 7:34pm

why do you hurt me? -sent 7:35

You set your phone down and checked in the kitchen for anything worth eating. You weren’t in the mood to go out anymore.

Rice. We have rice. Well, rice it is.

You took out the rice cooker and began to prepare your sad dinner.

Why didn’t I just go with them?

As the rice cooked, you sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. You put on ‘Gilmore Girls’, wishing your friends were there to watch it with you.

~

It was late. Close to 11pm. Kuroo still wasn’t home. You laid on the couch, basking in your loneliness. A little dramatic yes but you hated being without your friends. It was a weird concept that they had friends beside you.

You heard keys jingle outside the door and you felt a wave of comfort come over you, knowing it had to be Kuroo. You got up from the couch and peaked at the door.

“I was starting to wonder what happened to you…” your voice trailed off when you saw that Kuroo wasn’t alone.

“Hey Y/N! Oh my gosh your apartment is so cute!” said Calie. Your jaw dropped and you looked over at Kuroo.

Your expression had to be screaming: “are you fucking kidding me right now!?”

“Oh uh thanks,” you muttered.

“Is it cool if Calie stays for a bit? Her roommates are having people over and she doesn’t know them too well,” explained Kuroo. Hmm I wonder what that’s like.

“You don’t have to ask me, it’s your apartment too,” you said plainly. Kuroo raised a brow.

“Just checking…”

Calie walked around your small apartment, admiring all the decorations that you had up.

“Aw isn’t this the cutest photo!” She said. She picked up a picture of you and Kuroo. It was when you had gotten dressed up together to take graduation pictures. Your smile was the brightest it’s ever been. Holding your diploma as Kuroo wrapped his arm around you. In the background of the photo you could see a faint image of Oikawa and Bokuto.

“Yeah I love that picture,” Kuroo smiled. Kuroo took the photo from Calie’s hand and looked at it.

“Best friends, right?” He looked at you. Your heart sank.

“Yup, best friends,” you whispered with a dull smile. Kuroo smiled and showed Calie to his room. You tried not to react. You walked over to your room, locked the door, and curled up onto your bed.

Is best friends all we are ever gonna be?

•

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[writing-essence]

Daddy Issues - Carlisle Cullen

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x (female) reader

Warnings: Abuse, age gap, language, very cliche

Summary: Reader is Bella’s friend and she starts falling for a certain doctor. 

Author’s Note: I know this isn’t what anyone wanted but I wrote it anyway. -Kelsie

Word Count: 2,489

Spending the night in the hospital wasn’t how you thought your Friday night would go, yet there you were. How did you end up in this situation in the first place?

After school let out, Bella invited you to go with her and Edward to the hospital to visit his father. Once arriving at the hospital the doctor was very busy so the three of you busied yourselves with homework in the waiting room. You couldn’t remember quite why Edward needed to see his dad, but you didn’t mind waiting. Anything was better than going home.

You three spent a few hours in the quiet waiting room doing homework, and by the time you finished you felt pretty good- despite your pounding headache of course. You rubbed the sides of your head in an attempt to make the pain go away, but it didn’t work. Bella mumbled something under her breath about how you never drank enough water but you ignored her.

Edward decided that he wouldn’t keep you and Bella waiting any longer in the hospital so he stood up quickly, offering to drive you both home. It was getting dark outside already so you decided it would be a good idea. You must have stood up a little too quickly though, because the next thing you knew you were laying in a hospital bed looking up at Dr. Cullen above you.

“You’re awake,” He stated cheerfully, grabbing the clipboard at the end of your hospital bed.

“What happened?” You asked, sitting up.

“You fainted,” He said, flipping through your paperwork, “Dehydration. Luckily Edward was there to catch you or you might have ended up with a concussion as well,”

Bella was right.

“I hope you don’t mind,” He continued, “I sent him and Bella home, it was getting late,”

Late? How late? You looked over to the clock on the wall that read 10:30pm.

“Oh shit,” You gasped, throwing the wool blanket off of you, “I have to get home, it’s past curfew,”

“Slow down,” Dr. Cullen rushed to your side quickly, placing a strong hand on your shoulder, keeping you seated on the bed.

“My dad’s gonna kill me,” You said, looking up at him, “I need to leave,”

“You can,” He smiled down at you charmingly and your stomach flipped, “At least let me take the IV out of your arm first,”

He held your arm with one hand and slowly took out the IV with the other. His skin was ice cold against yours. Nonetheless, you couldn’t help but enjoy the skin-on-skin contact.

“Thank you,” You mumbled as he helped you out of the bed.

“My shift is over,” He said, watching you as you put your shoes on, “if you need a ride home?”

You glanced up at him confused. It seemed a bit inappropriate seeing as he was your doctor. It wouldn’t be too weird though, right? He was Edwards dad just trying to do you a favor. As long as you didn’t think too much about your little schoolgirl crush on him, it would be fine. You were 18 anyway.

“That’d be nice,” You smiled, trying to hide your blush.

You followed him out of the hospital and into the crowded parking lot to his car. He helped you in- which seemed a bit unnecessary to you, but you let him anyway.

“I really appreciate this,” You said as he got into the drivers side.

“Of course,” He smiled at you- once again causing your stomach to flip, “A friend of Edwards is a friend of mine,”

The ride to your house was rather quiet, but not awkward. Once he pulled up in front, you glanced nervously at the clock.

11:00

He must have sensed your hesitation.

“Everything okay?” He asked, leaning toward you a tad.

“Yea,” You nodded quickly, “I’m fine, I just…” You didn’t finish as you stared at your front door, worried.

“If you feel faint again, don’t hesitate to call me,”

You turned to see him quickly writing his number down on a scrap of paper.

“Thank you,” You took the paper from him and shoved it in your pocket quickly, “Thanks again for the ride,”

You quickly grabbed your bag and stepped out of the warm car into the cold night of the pacific northwest. He waited until you were at your front door before driving off, which you appreciated.

You smiled softly to yourself before opening your front door. To your relief, your parents were both asleep on the couch. You snuck quietly over to your room and closed the door quickly behind you. Pulling out the slip of paper with his number on it, you admired his neat handwriting for a moment before setting it on your dresser.

-

The next few days passed smoothly- your parents didn’t seem to notice that you missed curfew Friday night. You spent Sunday at a farmer’s market with Bella and Edward. Edward was dropped off by his father at the entrance, who ushered for you to come over. You leaned into the passenger’s side window once Edward was out and talking with Bella by the gate.

“Dr. Cullen,” You couldn’t help but let your eyes trail over his face and to his smooth hair that seemed to always stay in place.

“Please,” He laughed slightly, “Call me Carlisle,”

“Okay,” You breathed, trying not to lean in more toward him, “Carlisle, I’ve been feeling a lot better,”

“Good!” He smiled, and your breath hitched in your throat as he took off his dark sunglasses to look at you, “You’ve been drinking a lot of water?”

“Yes sir,”

He smirked before looking away.

“Anyway,” He said, clearing his throat, “You guys enjoy yourselves,”

“Thanks!” You backed up from his car, “Have a good Sunday!”

He smiled again before driving off.

“What was that?”

You turned to see Bella next to you with a confused expression.

“What was what?” You asked, also confused.

“You were flirting with him,”

“Was not,”

“You were,” Edward added, stepping forward, “You like him,”

“I have daddy issues,” You scoffed, “I like every older man I meet,”

You walked off quickly toward the market, hoping they would just take it as a joke, but the both of them sent each other awkward glances once you turned your back.

-

That night once you got home, your father was leaning against the wall in the living room.

“Hi Dad,” You closed the door behind you slowly, “How’s your Sunday been?”

“Where were you?” He asked, ignoring your question.

“Farmers market,” You answered simply, setting your bag down.

“Why did a boy drop you off?”

“Who? Edward?” You asked, “He’s Bella’s boyfriend, Dad,”

“I don’t care,”

Your stomach dropped as he stepped toward you. You could smell the liquor on him. Who knows how many drinks he had before you came home.

“It won’t happen again,” You mumbled, looking down, “I’m sorry,”

“You’re right,” He said, lighting a cigar once he was standing directly in front of you, “It won’t happen again,”

He blew the smoke directly in your face and you tried hiding your quiet cough.

“What’d I say about boys?”

“I can’t hang out with them,” You glanced over at your mom who was sitting on the couch  for some sort of help, but she kept her eyes down on the magazine in front of her.

“That’s right,” He said, grabbing your wrist, “How am I supposed to trust you when you break my rules?”

His grip on your wrist tightened when you tried pulling away.

“I’m sorry,” You said again, “I promise it won’t happen again,”

Your reasoning seemed to be going right through him tonight, you couldn’t even make eye contact with him he was so drunk.

“Daddy please,” You whispered as you tried pulling your wrist away again. His grip tightened again and you held in a whimper.

“I’m getting real tired of your bullshit,” He slurred, coughing slightly from the smoke that was now filling the small living room.

“I’m sorry,”

He coughed some more before slamming the lit end of his cigar suddenly down onto your open palm. You let out a loud whimper as he finally let go of your wrist and walked away to his bedroom.

“Run it under some cold water,” Your mom mumbled before following him.

Once you were left alone in the living room you fell to your knees and cried silently. Your father had never gone this far before. You held your bruised wrist gently before grabbing your bag and quickly going into your bedroom and locking the door behind you.

Following your mother's instructions, you tried to run your hand under some cold water in your bathroom, but it hurt too much. You pulled away in defeat as more tears silently streamed down your face.

You glanced over at the slip of paper sitting on your dresser with Dr. Cullen’s number on it. You couldn’t bother him. It’s too late. How would you even explain what happened to him?

You tried to run your hand under the water again but couldn’t bear the pain enough to clean the wound.

Defeated, you grabbed the paper and quickly typed the number into your phone. It rang a few times before he finally picked up.

“Hello?”

Your breath caught in your throat. You had just seen him that morning- yet you were happy to hear his voice again so soon.

“Carlisle?” You mumbled, trying to hold back more tears, “Um, it’s y/n,”

“y/n,” His voice perked up a bit, “is everything okay?”

“I um,” You sniffed a bit and looked down at your visibly bruised wrist, “I seemed to have hurt myself a little bit,” You laughed slightly, trying to make it seem like not that big of a deal, “I just, uhm, I need your help,”

“Of course,” he sounded worried but you tried to ignore it, “I’ll be over as quick as I can,”

“Can you pick me up at the end of the street?” You whispered, glancing toward your bedroom door.

“...sure,” He hesitated, “I’m on my way,”

You mumbled a quick ‘thank you’ before hanging up and grabbing your bag, throwing it out of your bedroom window. You climbed-with great difficulty- out of the window as well and closed it quietly behind you. Then, you walked up the street toward the end of the road. About fifteen minutes passed before his familiar car pulled up next to you.

You quickly got inside, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that you had been crying. He instantly reached over to your arm that you were cradling and pulled it toward him so he could look at it.

“I thought you said you hurt yourself,” He mumbled, pulling your sleeve up to look at your bruises.

“I’m sure I did something to condone it,” You whispered, looking away. You were surprised how comfortable you felt around him.

“y/n,” He whispered, running his cold hand over your bruised arm softly, “Nothing condones this,”

He set your arm back in your lap before starting the car up and quickly driving out of your neighborhood.

“Where are we going?” You asked, looking over at his frustrated expression. He was going 20 over the speed limit and you began to grow nervous.

“I’m taking you to my house,” He said, eyes glued to the road, “My equipment is there,”

“I’m sorry,” You sniffed, looking down.

“Don’t ever apologize to me,” He sounded angry, “Does Bella know?”

“Know what?” You asked, watching your surroundings speed by quickly outside the window.

“About your father,”

“Oh,” You mumbled, looking down again, “No… she’d probably tell Charlie,”

“As she should,”

You looked over at him quickly,  “Please don’t tell him, my dad can’t get in trouble. He's the only person that can take care of my mom,”

He looked at you and in the passing of the street lights you could see the anger in his eyes clearly now.

“I’m sure you can find someone else,”

“Carlisle,” You were basically begging at this point, “ Please don’t tell anyone,”

He realized how much this meant to you and turned his attention back toward the road without saying anything. The rest of the ride was silent. You pulled up next to his large house after about ten minutes and he quickly helped you out of the low car and into the house. You would’ve been more in awe of the glamorous house but your attention stayed on your pained arm and Carlisle’s hand pressed against your lower back. He was leading you quickly through the house and the two of you finally reached an office with medical equipment in it.

He silently sat you down in the desk chair and pulled your sleeve up so he could once again see your arm. His cold hands trailed down the bruises and to your hand which he opened, exposing the cigar burn on your palm.

You had to admit, his movements were distracting you from the pain very well.

He left quickly to grab a wet towel before kneeling down in front of you and pressing it down on your palm firmly. You gasped, grabbing his thigh with your free hand and closing your eyes in pain.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbled, continuing to rub your palm with the soaked towel. Then he took a burn ointment and rubbed it over the wound quickly.

“Holy shit,” You gasped, trying to catch your breath. It was the most pain you had ever been in.

Carlisle looked up at you with worried eyes and you realized your hand was still on his thigh.

“Sorry,” You mumbled, pulling it away quickly.

“It’s alright,” He said, still looking up at you, “This’ll take a while to heal, but the bruises shouldn't take as long,”

He grabbed a bag of ice and placed it on the worst parts of the bruises on your arm before wrapping it quickly with bandages.

“Thank you,” You mumbled, looking down.

He helped you up from the chair so you were standing directly in front of him. You were close enough to smell his cologne and you nervously looked up at him.

“I hope it’s not too much to ask,” He whispered, busying himself with the bandage around your arm, “that you stay the night,”

Your breath caught in your throat and you just stared up at him in awe.

“I don’t feel very comfortable sending you back there,” He explained further, “Our guest bed here has no sheets on it currently, so you can use mine,”

“Your sheets?” You asked, confused.

“My bed,”

Your mouth dropped open in protest but he stopped you quickly, “It’s no big deal, I promise,”

“I can’t,” You stumbled over your words, “I mean, you’ve already helped me so much- I can’t take your bed,”

“It’s no big deal,” He said again.

It seemed like you didn’t have much of a choice.

a/n: yo wtf this is the most cliche thing I've ever written but whateva 🤩 part 2 soon?

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[miyaniacs]

Mafia AU - Bokuto x fem!reader

AN:  GUYS I AM SO SOOOOO SORRY! it took me way to long but I just count get myself to start writing again. but it’s getting better now... sorry again to keep you all waiting. and sorry that this chapter is kinda short.  ( also still not proof read )

Chapter 10 - Jealous? 

Chapter 9 - Fear. ;  Index ; masterlist

wanings: NSFW

Saturday 1 pm

The past day was filled with countless events and pure fear.

Fear that everything gets discovered, that your cover blows up.

Yet here you are, with your suitcase packed with most of your clothes and all the needed essential for university, standing in the living room of Bokuto’s flat.

Yes, yes you’re staying at his for an unknown time period.

That was the one condition of their boss, Forster. He accepted to help you and keep you save, yet you have to stay at Bokuto’s so he can make sure that you aren’t planning on something and also it would make the “Keeping you save“ Part easier.

While packing all your stuff, you texted Tosh and explained what happened and that you need to stay at Bokuto‘s now to get Sazukas plan going.

You texted him about five hours ago and as for now you haven’t received anything more than a read.

You groan and drop down on the floor sitting there with crossed legs and your face resting in your hands.

"Nawww, is our lil princess grumpy?“ You hear the teasing voice you have to listen to the past hours. "Okay. I‘m here now - can you leave now?“ you groan and look up to Atsumu.

"Nope, I can‘t - sorry, but i still don‘t trust you.“ and with that he sits down next to you and teasingly smirks.

"And why is that?“ you ask.

"Well... something has to be off - you‘re still sticking to Bokuto? Even after i offered you to switch to me?“ he jokes.

"Oh? I mean.. you haven‘t told me the advantages of switching to you.“ you teasingly flirt.

"I can show you the advantages of it right now?“ he leans closer to you, a playful smirk on his lips, while you bite your lips and wiggle your brows.

"I BELIVE that you can go now.“ Bokuto appears in the front door and glares down at Atsumu. Chuckling he gets up and walks over to Bokuto, "Chill, I was just joking.“ He nudges his shoulder and closes the door. Finally it‘s just you and Bokuto again.

"Is everything okay? Did Forster change his mind again?“ you ask and get up walking towards him.

"No, he didn’t.“ He says coldly. wrapping your arms around his torso, you nuzzle your face into his chest. "So... What’s wrong?“ you mumble. "I don‘t know if i want this..“ he says. "Want what?“ you ask him confused. "You interacting with the others.." he grumbles. "Kou... are you jealous?“ you chuckle and look up to see him pouting.

"Nawww... Kouuuu" you coo and grab his collar, pulling him down to kiss his lips. "As if I‘d choose Astumu over you.“ he smiles and kisses your nose, yet you continue, "Sakusa.. that‘s a different story tho.“ you shrug and Bokuto whines again. He wraps his arms tightly around you, "Nope, not letting this happen. I won‘t let you go- you’re mine now - see.“ and with that he licks your neck claiming you as his.

With a disgusted look on your face you wiggle out of his embrace and run away from him, while he‘s chasing you around the whole apartment. After about ten minutes he caught you. Here you are now, pressed against the bed, while he‘s pinning your hands and legs with his own body.

"Game over.“ He growls in your ear.

"Oh well so what now? Are you going to punish me?“ you whisper.

"Ohhh that‘s what you want? Me to punish you? Babygirl, after a few minutes you‘ll beg me to stop.“ he smirks and likes his lips. Letting out a soft moan you close your eyes imagining all the ways Bokuto would punish you. "Aww you like that? Don‘t you?“ he lowers his head and his soft lips find your neck. He starts nibbling on your skin, his tongue circling over it before he softly bites down and starts sucking on it. Encouraged by your moans he moves downwards and starts leaving soft kisses on your collarbone. He leans on one of his arms, his other hand caresses your waist, moving upwards as he starts massaging your right breast.

"Kotaro ...“you breath out and one of your hands find its way into his hair, pulling onto his grey strands, earning a whimper from him.

"We waited way too long for this.“ he whispers onto your skin.

"Well, if i knew sooner that it’s so easy to get you worked up, i would habe flirted with Atsumu way earlier..“ you tease. He looks up at you, his golden eyes seem to glow with passion and he immediately moves upwards and crashes his lips on yours. The kiss was soft, but on the same time extremely rough and passionately. His tongue likes your lower lip, asking you for permission, yet you decline. He smirks, "Oh? Is my little baby acting up?“ he growls. One of his hands wraps around your neck, while his index finger presses under your chin. "Do you really want to keep up that act?“ he growls again, his eyes getting darker and darker. "No.“ you whimper and part your lips. "Good girl.“ he says and kisses the left corner of your mouth. "Now... be a good girl and get rid of those clothes, yes?“ he lets go of your neck and pushes himself off of you, sitting on the edge of the bed.

It takes you a few moments to catch your breath again before you get up and start to pull of your shirt. "Hurry up, or else I can‘t promise that your clothes will stay in one piece.“ he whispers in a low voice, his eyes never leaving your body.

Saturday 2:30pm

Your body is presses against the cold window, both of Bokutos hands wrapped around your neck, his toned chest presses against your back, while his hips slam against you over and over again.

"Kou.. I .. My legs..“ you whimper and your legs start to shake.

"Don‘t worry babygirl, I got you.“ Quickly he turns you around and lifts you up, pressing your back against the window, while your legs wrap around his waist. His lips find your neck again and he starts leaving more marks on your already bruised skin.

"Here.“ Ushijima pushes the binoculars against Kageyamas chest, who chuckles. "I told you she‘s doing fine, you could have just trusted me.“ the sniper says and lays down again, looking through his rifle scope. "Oh you‘re enjoying this? Watching her getting fucked?“ Ushijima growls. "No - it‘s really nothing I ever wanted to see.“ he says genuinely with a slightly disgusted expression. "Then do not look.“ Ushijima huffs. "What‘s wrong with you?“

"What’s wrong?! I‘m seeing the girl i love getting fucked by some fucking owl. While you are watching them - no, while you also see her naked.“ he says in a dangerously low voice. "When you go in there now, you‘ll ruin everything.“ Kageyama says unimpressed, "The Boss told us about those man acting up again, let your anger out on them and use it for something more productive.“

Ushijima simply mumbles something unrecognizable and leaves.

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[hockeylvr59]

Secret Love Part 11 || Cale Makar

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: So I really struggled writing Chapter 10...Chapter 11 however...took me like two days. So yeah...uh characters are still in Iceland, Days 3 and 4 sightseeing will be posted following this. As always all posts for this series can be found by searching the tag ‘038’ on my blog. Let me know what you think. 

Gif Credit: @j-compher​

Warnings: cursing, oral sex, smut, unprotected (on birth control but no condom) smut

Word Count: 3,819

~~~~~~

If you’d thought day two of your trip had involved a lot of driving, you were in for a rude awakening moving forward.

The morning of your third day in Iceland, you and Cale had slept in until around 8 am before getting up, heading down to breakfast, packing up and then checking out of the hotel. Before leaving Reykjavik, you stopped at a market to stock up on some drinks and snacks, then a gas station for a refill before finally hitting the road heading south.

After about an hour and 40 minute drive, you reached your first stop: Seljalandsfoss Waterfall. This waterfall was the perfect photo op because you could actually walk behind the falls. Taking some sillier but also sweet pictures, you continued on to another waterfall about a half hour away. From there, you stopped for lunch before Cale drove on to Dyrhólaey Nature Reserve.

The nature reserve was home to sea stacks and arches and the view from the upper trail was breathtaking. It had only been three days but already you were certain that Iceland was one of the most beautiful countries in the world.  After taking in the views from above, you headed to the lower trail and onto Reynisfjara beach.

There, black sand stretched in front of you as far as you could see. It was so different than any other beach you’d ever been on but it was honestly really, really cool. As cool as the sand was, the rock formations lining the beach were even cooler. After walking tucked into Cale’s side for a little bit you looked up at the cliffs to your left and immediately started freaking out. Jumping up and down, trying not to squeal, you tugged on Cale’s sleeve as if your previous actions hadn’t already gained his attention.

“What are you freaking out about?” Cale asked, mystified expression on his face.

“Puffins!” You squealed quietly, pure glee on your face. “They’re so cute!” The last thing you wanted to do was disturb the birds, but you were so excited to see them it was impossible to keep completely silent. Of course, you kept your distance, simply admiring them from afar.

Cale didn’t seem to know what to do with your reaction but he let you have your moment watching the birds, his lips pressed against the top of your head. As you headed back down the beach Cale rubbed his thumb against your side.

“I take you to see beautiful geological formations but it’s the birds you’re excited about.” He mused, shaking his head.

“Leave me alone.” You pouted. “You don’t just see puffins anywhere you know.” Lifting your chin, Cale kissed you softly.

“As long as you’re having fun and are excited about something I’m happy.” He insisted, his arm pulling you closer into his side.

It wasn’t a far drive to the village of Vik which Cale informed you was where you were staying for the night. Unlike yesterday where you had been going non-stop, not returning to your hotel until after 11pm, today you were already here and it was only late afternoon.

After checking into your hotel, you dropped off your bags and used the bathroom before heading into the village itself to park and walk around. Stopping into the tourist shop, you browsed around looking specifically at all of the locally made products. Eventually, you spotted a set of glass coasters made from the black sand of the beaches you’d just been on. Across the tops, various local scenes were painted. They were simple but beautiful and your fingers lingered across the tops of them.

“Those are nice.” Cale said, appearing over your shoulder suddenly.

“Yeah they are.” You agreed. Picking up two sets, Cale handed you one.

“We should get them. One for the house, one for my apartment.” Cale declared. “That way we both have something to remind us of this trip.”

“That’s really soft Cale.” You murmured.

“Don’t care.” He replied. Though you continued to look around, there wasn’t anything else that spoke to you as much as the set of coasters did and eventually you headed to the register to purchase them.

Walking around the village you took in how cute and quaint it was. Soon after your stomachs started complaining, you stumbled into a small restaurant. There you and Cale split a pizza with pesto for sauce, mozzarella cheese, tomatoes, parma ham, topped with a balsamic glaze and parmesan cheese. It was delicious and you left feeling completely stuffed.

You’d called it an early night back at the hotel, settling for a movie on Netflix as you curled up together in bed. A relaxing evening was exactly what you needed to recharge and be ready to continue on your journey.

++

Day four of your trip started by filling up the gas tank and then embarking on an hour long drive to Fjaðrárgljúfur canyon.

Just before you reached the canyon, you encountered a small turn off which led you to a viewpoint. Climbing out of the car you walked up the pathway until you reached a platform. As far as the eye could see were moss covered rocks and it truly felt like you had stepped onto another planet.

“Are you sure we’re still on planet earth?” You whispered to Cale. Your boyfriend chuckled quietly in response, his hand resting on your hip. It seemed like the more time you spent alone together, not worried about who you saw or who saw you, the more reliant on physical touches each of you became. You’d never felt so comfortable just being with someone and thinking back on the times you’d seen Cale with Sara, you had a feeling the same could be said for him.

With more pictures clogging up your phones, you continued on to the Canyon itself. It was only a two-minute walk to the start of the canyon from the car and the moment you reached it your jaw dropped.

“Cale…” You whispered. You didn’t even have words to describe how beautiful this place was.

“Woah...sweetheart.” Cale’s thumbs brushed against your cheeks as he spoke and it wasn’t until he pulled you into his chest that you realized you were crying. “Shhh..give your brain a minute to process.” Cale assured you. His patience with you seemed neverending as his hands stroked your back until you finally calmed down.

“Sorry…” You mumbled, wiping frantically at your eyes when you finally pulled away.

“Nothing to be sorry about.” Cale insisted. “You’re allowed to be emotionally effected by things. It’s normal. Especially when it’s something as amazing as this.” Cale’s lips pressed gently to your forehead and he dropped his hand from your back to lace your fingers together. “You good to go walk?” He questioned.

It took about 45 minutes to walk all the way up to the top of the canyon and back and you stopped for pictures at various points along the way. You still couldn’t put into words the way this place made you feel; it was all so overwhelming in the best way. As you stood off to the side of the first viewpoint, away from the majority of other tourists, you tugged Cale’s hand until he was close enough you could wrap your arms around his neck.

“Thank you.” You murmured, kissing him lightly. “You always know exactly what I need, you’re always putting me first and taking care of me. It doesn’t go unnoticed, and you don’t know how much I appreciate it. You mean the world to me Cale...I don’t know if I’m quite as good at showing it as you are, but I hope you know that.”

“I do...know that…” Cale responded, kissing you again gently before pulling away, a fondness in his eyes that nearly sent you reeling. Dragging your fingers along his lower back you made up your mind to show him just how important he was to you once you were actually alone.

Back in the car, you munched on some of the snacks you’d brought in lieu of trying to find somewhere to stop for lunch. It took almost two hours to get to your next stop, the Jökulsárlón Iceberg Lagoon.

There, the two of you hopped on a boat tour where you got to taste a piece of 1,000 year old ice as you toured the lagoon. It was incredible to see first hand just how much ice was breaking off of the glacier and it made you more cognizant of the consequences of global climate change.

Right across the highway from the lagoon was Breiðamerkursandur or the diamond beach where fragments of ice wash up after floating from the lagoon out into the ocean. You made Cale climb onto an iceberg so you could take a picture of him and you got some great shots of all of the ice scattered along the shore. Despite the fact that it wasn’t all that cold outside, having been surrounded by ice for the past hour or two left you feeling chilly even if you had dressed in layers.

As you climbed in the car, Cale turned the heat on and you squeezed his knee in thanks. It was just a short drive to your hotel for the night and once you’d checked in, you shed a few layers before heading to the bar for a drink before dinner.

You’d retreated to your room around 6:30pm and Cale hopped in the shower first to clean up. While you waited for him to finish, you dug in your bag trying to decide what to grab for after your own shower. Thinking back to how you had promised yourself you were going to show Cale just how important he was, you unzipped a small compartment where you’d hidden the lingerie you’d bought.

Buying lingerie had been a spur of the moment decision possibly fueled by a few glasses of wine, and the thought of actually wearing it made you nervous. Your sex life with Cale had been fairly tame so far, nothing too out of the box. It had also been completely spontaneous on every occasion. You honestly had no idea how he would react to lingerie and though both sets were fairly tame in comparison to some sets you’d seen online, this was still something new and therefore nerve wracking.

Hearing the shower turn off, you jumped, your heart racing as you grabbed the more modest of the two sets. If you were going to do this, you were going to ease into it. Collecting your cosmetic bag, you hid the lingerie close to your chest.

Slipping into the bathroom as soon as Cale exited, you stripped out of your clothes and stepped into the shower trying not to overthink this. Focusing on shaving your legs and cleaning up served as a bit of a distraction but as you toweled off, your eyes landed back on the lingerie you’d placed on the counter.

You were certain you’d talk yourself out of this if you had to stare at yourself wearing the lingerie in the mirror for too long, so you started with your makeup, doing just a little bit more than you had been lately in order to make yourself feel confident and sexy. Blow drying your hair, you brushed it out before finally reaching for the lace and silk fabric.

Burgundy colored silk sat low on your hips, edged by black lace along both of your thighs. The same black lace covered your chest, ending at the bottom of your ribcage leaving your stomach exposed. It was...sensual but not over the top and when you slid the burgundy silk robe over it, you felt like you might actually be able to pull this off.

Reminding yourself that Cale had nearly lost his shit at the sight of you in a bikini the other night, you took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door and stepping out into the bedroom. Cale was sprawled out on the bed with just a pair of shorts slung low on his hips.

“What do you want to watch tonight?” Cale’s question was asked before he ever looked up at you, but when he did he blinked slowly. “That’s uh...that’s not your usual pajama set…” He murmured.

Blood pounding through your veins, you moved across the room to climb onto the bed beside him. Grabbing the remote from his hand, you turned the tv off before setting the remote aside.

“I was thinking about a different form of entertainment tonight…” You stated, your own voice sounding foreign in your ears. Sliding over Cale’s lap until you were straddling him, your hands ran down along his arms as his eyes did a slow once over of your body. “I think it’s time I take care of you for once.” You husked, raising an eyebrow. Cale hadn’t even seen what was under the robe yet and already he was slack jawed. The power you held over him in that moment sent a rush of adrenaline through you and you slid down the bed, tugging his shorts and boxers down with you.

“You good handsome?” You teased, lightly stroking your fingers over the length of his rapidly hardening dick. Cale couldn’t seem to speak, but he nodded his head and for now that was enough consent. Flicking your tongue along the slit of his cock, you stroked the length of him in your hand until a soft grunt fell from his lips. Only then did you hollow your cheeks, sinking down around him, taking as much of his length as you could down your throat. Bobbing slowly, you felt him twitch and when you pulled back to breathe you ran your tongue along the veins on the underside of his cock.

Following your instincts, plus Cale’s body language and verbal clues, you settled into a rhythm blowing your boyfriend for the first time. You’d seen and felt Cale orgasm enough to know when he was getting close as his body strained beneath you.

“Fuck. Babe. Stop.” Cale gasped, but peeking up at him you knew he didn’t actually want you to stop.

“We’ve got all night handsome...plenty of time for you to recover after coming down my throat.” You murmured before flicking your tongue through his slit again collecting all of his precum. Returning to your efforts, you cupped his balls as you sunk down his length. After just a minute, Cale came with a moan as he spilled down your throat and after swallowing you pulled off of him, sliding your tongue along his skin to clean him up. Cale’s cheeks were flushed as he tried to catch his breath and you slid up his body, settling yourself back over his lap.

“Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?” Cale gasped, his head falling forward to land against your shoulder. Kissing his head, you ran your fingers through his hair waiting for him to become more coherent.

“Just trying to take care of my man.” You hummed. “But if you’re complaining...you don’t have to see what’s under the robe.” As you spoke, you drew his hands up to the tie at your waist, leaving it for him to undo.

The speed at which Cale undid the bow told you that he wasn’t complaining at all and you let him push the robe from your shoulders, his eyes landing on you once more. His cheeks flushed further to match the color of your shorts and his eyes were wider than you’d ever seen them. You let him stare, watching as his tongue ran over his lips leaving them wet and shiny in the dim lighting of the hotel room.

“Fuck…” Cale breathed harshly, drawing out the word. “I must be dreaming right now.” He added. “You’re a fucking dream sweetheart.” Cale’s eyes ran slowly up and down your body like he wanted to memorize every inch. “You bought this for me?”

“I take it you like it?” You assumed, letting out a soft sigh in relief at his reaction.

“What do you think?” Cale grunted, pulling your hips to roll down against his cock which was already hard again.

Laughter bubbled from your chest in reaction and you cupped his cheek as you leaned in to kiss him deeply.

“Good to know lingerie is a hit with you.” You admitted. Cale’s eyes flashed with concern for just a moment before his hand fell to your hips, his thumbs brushing against your bare stomach.

“I don’t know whether I want you to keep this on or take it off.” He declared. Clearly he knew better than he thought he did, because as he spoke his hands slid up your sides, gently gripping the fabric and drawing it up and over your head. Half nude on top of him, Cale’s hands cupped your breasts as he pulled you into a desperate kiss.

“Can’t believe you’re mine…” He mumbled, pulling back. There was something about seeing him like this, flushed red, swollen lips, blissed out from one orgasm already that lit every primal need inside of you. As much as you were his, he was yours and god did you need him inside you.

“Please Cale…” You whimpered, rolling your hips against his.

“Shh…” He soothed, hands gliding across your ass. Sensing that he was going to try and flip you, you kept your weight centered firmly above him.

“I wanna be on top.” You pleaded. “Just need out of these shorts…”

Cale wasn’t responding quickly enough, so you pushed the fabric of your shorts off of your own hips, shifting as little as possible while attempting to kick them off and onto the floor.

“Let me…” You cut off Cale’s statement by raising your hips and lowering yourself onto his dick, a gasp spilling from your throat as you felt him slipping deep inside you.

“Yes…” You hissed, the stretch of your body around him filling you with a warmth and ache that you had missed so much. As you started shallowly leveraging yourself up before dropping back down your eyes met Cale’s deep azure orbs, the look in them heightening your arousal.

“So wet.” Cale eventually groaned. “My girl doesn’t even need foreplay after blowing me to be this soaking wet. Fuck.”

Though one of Cale’s hands fell to your hips, you were the one putting in all of the effort to fuck yourself on his cock.

“You’re so needy...fucking yourself...just using my body for your pleasure. So much for wanting to take care of me tonight.” Sinking down on him again, you purposely tightened your vaginal walls against him, drawing another moan from his chest.

“Hmm...I think me doing all the work...letting you cum inside me while you just lay there is taking pretty good care of you…” You corrected. Your thighs were starting to burn from bouncing on top of him but your orgasm was within arm’s reach and there was no way you were stopping before ensuring you both got to climax.

“My girl is close.” Cale groaned. “Cum for me sweetheart...let me feel that tight heat clamp down on me.”

Cale’s words pushed you over the edge and you sunk down on him in exhaustion as your body shook with your orgasm. Spurts of Cale’s semen filled you from deep inside and you whimpered at the feeling, warm from head to toe. As you collapsed against him, still connected intimately, Cale’s fingers played with the ends of your hair.

“I can’t get enough of you.” Cale whispered a few minutes later, his cock starting to harden inside of you again.

“Again?” You inquired, a little bit in disbelief that his rebound time was this fast.

“Only if you want to.” He assured you. “But I’ll take over, you can relax and enjoy this time.” This time when Cale attempted to roll the two of you over, you went willingly, staring up at him. Before moving, Cale settled your legs up over his shoulders and when he thrust inside of you, you cried out softly at the feeling of him brushing against your g-spot.

“I got you sweetheart...just tell me what you need.” Cale sighed, pleasure lacing his tone.

The sound of your skin smacking together and the squelch of your mixed bodily fluids rang in your ears.

“Talk to me…” You pleaded. “Like before.” You weren’t afraid to admit that hearing Cale dirty talk had pushed you so much closer to orgasm than you would have been otherwise.

“Yeah?” Cale breathed, his cheeks turning bright red again as you nodded. “You feel so good like this sweetheart. You’re even wetter than before. So tight too.” Every movement he made brushed against your g-spot and you couldn’t help the litany of noises that fell from your lips at the feeling.

“You like it when I fuck you like this huh?” He continued. “Your pussy stretches around me so nicely, just welcoming me inside. Do you like being fucked nice and deep like this? Feeling each ridge of me against your walls...feeling me spill deep inside you?” Crying out again, your head tossed back and forth against the pillow, your orgasm creeping up on you quickly.

“You do like feeling me spill inside of you don’t you? That’s why you wanted to stop using condoms. You like being skin to skin with me, feeling me raw you bare. You like being filled with my warm sticky cum, the way it drips out of you if I let it…”

Your vision went black for a moment as your orgasm crashed down on you hard. The muscles in your thighs spasmed painfully, but you barely noticed through the waves of pleasure that rippled through you, leaving you panting. As your body clenched around him again, you felt Cale spill inside of you for the second time tonight.

Carefully he pulled out of you before kissing your lips lightly.

“Be right back.” He declared, disappearing into the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth and after wiping down your thighs, he offered you a hand so that you could go to the bathroom yourself. When you returned to the bedroom, Cale handed you a t-shirt to wear before guiding you under the covers.

“So dirty talk huh…?” He chirped, his nose brushing against the top of your head.

“Shut up and turn the tv on Cale.” You replied, feeling heat flood your cheeks. Chuckling, Cale complied, but as he handed you the remote to pick a show he couldn’t help but get in the last word.

“It’s hot. I enjoyed it.” Shaking your head, you snuggled against him just basking in what was left of the afterglow.

“And for the record...you can always surprise me with lingerie. I’m definitely into that as well.”

Lingerie:

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[blysse-and-blunder]

in lieu of a regular posting schedule,

please accept some irregular scatterings and impromptu blogging

1:30pm, sunday, oct 3, 2021.

playing catch-up here again. the last week+ has been a real one-- baby's first maybe-serious relationship did end in an abrupt dumpage the night before i had to lead my first tutorial, of the three tutorials i'm now handling this term! and i've been coping through a) being very busy and b) aggressively distracting myself with both media and retail therapy.

reading earlier this summer, my mom got me back into reading the mary russell mysteries, by laurie king. @dinosauriaawesome introduced me to these back in the day, but i only read the beekeeper's apprentice at the time-- something about the fact that their partnership turns into marriage threw me, as a concept? and/but/so i picked up the moor, king's return to the baskerville mystery (but with a twist!), and something about being dropped into the russell-holmes marriage in media res totally helps-- it's still just them, and i still love mary. spectral hounds and hauntings aren't usually my bag, but the fact that there's going to be an explanation, and that mary is going to be totally sarcastic at every turn, is helping me stay engaged. also 10/10 descriptions of scenery, as grim as dartmoor is i now very much want to witness it.

at the same time, i've been making progress on the mirror and the light, the book of three, and now the novel of heaven official's blessing courtesy of @viciousmerlin. more to report when i've been at it a bit longer but >:) >:)

watching sought out things that would make me laugh, that weren't romantic in the slightest, that my housemates would be interested in joining me on-- housemate d. and i holed up in front of the greatest showman (one of her comfort movies) and some stand-up by taylor tomlinson and gabriel iglesias; housemates m. and g. and i streamed ted lasso 2.08-2.10 together; housemate g. and i have been steadily knocking episodes of star trek: the lowerdecks and we're well into season two now. i could speak to each of these individually, i enjoyed each of them in their own ways, but it's enough to say now that-- ted lasso is objectively the best, those emmys are deserved, and lower decks has the kind of lovingly chaotic star trek energy that i haven't seen done so well since galaxy quest (and my favorite untamed trek-au fic, you know the one). every single time they refer to a character / plot point / gag from an earlier series, i fall in love all over again-- the spock + kirk carved into the bar of the most recent ep's dive bar felt like i was going to ascend.

listening i recharged my ancient ipod touch from 2014 last week, and have been reconnecting with the itunes library i had assembled back then. it's a distillation of my high school and college taste, but a lot of it still resonates-- or resonates more now-- and listening to it all has been a trip down memory lane, a way to honor or return to some of the core bits of myself, and an escape from my current spotify playlists with all the associations there. shout-outs to a few old ingrid michaelson songs for being way more intense about relationships than i usually care to get, which has been cathartic in its own way. this one is the most immediately relatable, though, and yes i know its a mid twenty-tens cliche but we're overlooking that.

playing not much to report here except that i picked up the ds again yesterday and sank a few more hours into ultra moon, i've lost the plot after completing the first stage of the island quest but i did catch a bunch of new friends and name one of them waldetrude, so really, i'm winning here.

making weird how a purse you got for free from your place of employment in 2017 can start to look kinda worn and shitty after nearly five years? the thin film of color on the vinyl is pealing and leaving odd white patches, so i've armed myself with some leather/vinyl pigment dye and, failing that, embroidery thread, and. well. it can look a lot worse than it currently does, but it can also look a lot better and the only way to find out is to try, right?

working on trying not to be just swept away in teaching-related prep and emails (emails, emails, emails), trying to fucking do something with this diss proposal outline i should have sent to the supervisor in august what the hell am i doing. deep breaths. deep, uh. breaths.

#in lieu of a commonplace book #ilcb #weekly roundup #which is a lie since this is like...every three weeks #at best #right now #Youtube

[prettyinlimegreenboots]

More Hearts Than Mine - Part I

As always, I do not own anything that you’re familiar with - Newsies, songs, characters, etc. This is loosely based on the song “More Hearts Than Mine” by Ingrid Andress. This has been rattling around in my head for a while and I decided to sit down and write it. As always, feedback would be wonderful! Warnings: cursing

Race - 17 years old, junior in high school - living at Medda’s Spot - 18 years old, senior in high school Charlie - 17 years old, junior in high school - living at Medda’s Amelia - 17 years old, junior in high school Albert - 16 years old, sophomore in high school - living at Medda’s Finch - 16 years old, sophomore in high school Smalls - 13 years old, 8th grade - living at Medda’s Romeo - 10 years old, 3rd grade - living at Medda’s Henry - 4 years old, daycare - living at Medda’s Jack - 19 years old, sophomore in college

October 4, 2019

“Let’s go! All of you are going to be late!” She hollered, her voice carrying throughout the house. Mornings were always crazy in the household but Medda wouldn’t have it any other way. It was always busy with six foster children running around getting into various amounts of mischief. To say, there was never a dull moment in the house and Medda lived for it.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen, she grinned seeing her children file in, sleep still in their eyes. She narrowed her eyes seeing a yawn escape his mouth. “Cover your mouth, Racer.”

Race looked at her with a grin. “Sorry momma. It’s Friday y'all.”

Charlie snorted, shaking his head. “Don’t matter because we’ve got a Chemistry exam that we’ve gotta get through before the weekend.”

“Don’t remind me.” Race groaned, throwing his head back as Smalls and Romeo joined him at the table.

Medda raised an eyebrow at the two. “Are you both ready for the exam?”

“Study hall right before it.” Charlie grinned, looking over at Race.

She shook her head. “An hour isn’t enough time to cram.”

“At least you don’t have a history exam.” Albert threw himself into a chair giving his older brothers a glance. “I second Charlie’s comment about study hall.”

Henry came running in, yelling about something. Medda raised an eyebrow, looking around the room, trying to see if anyone knew what was up with her youngest. Race, Charlie, and Albert all shrugged while Smalls and Romeo were focused on the bowls of cereal in front of them.

“Hey Henry, cool it.” Albert yelled, grabbing Henry and putting him at the opposite end of the table. “Can’t we have a breakfast in peace once in a while?”

Charlie shook his head, looking at his little brother. “You’re one to talk, Albie. Usually you and Racer are going at each other’s throats and causing a ruckus at breakfast. If we don’t have a quiet one, it’s typically your fault.”

Knowing she needed to squash whatever was happening in front of her before it got out of hand, Medda looked around the kitchen. “Hey remember Jack’s coming home tonight.” Medda called, causing the usual chaos of the kitchen to come to a standstill.

Concerned with the sudden quietness, Medda looked up from the six lunches she was packing. “You guys didn’t forget did you?”

“Uhhh no momma. Didn’t realize it came up so quickly.” Race was the first to recover pushing a bright smile on his face as he looked around at his foster siblings. “When will he be here?”

Medda smiled. “He said about 5, just in time for dinner. Don’t dilly dally tonight. Come home and get your homework done so you don’t have to don’t have to worry about it this weekend.”

“Did he say why he was coming home?” Albert bit into an apple, giving the room a wide glance.

Medda smirked. “As if that boy needs a reason to come home. He did mention he was bringing someone home with him.”

Several pairs of eyes widened at her statement as she levelset with each of her children. “Now listen here you’re going to leave your brother and whoever he brings home alone. No giving him crap or being the normal pain in the butts you are.”

“As if we’d ever do that.” Race’s jaw dropped looking first at Medda before looking between Albert and Charlie.

Medda sighed, pointing a finger looking at her oldest three. “Treat Jack’s guest as I treated you when you first came to live with me. If I hear of you pulling any tricks or pranks, you’ll be answering not only to me but I’ll let Jack deal with you as well.”

“Momma!” Albert and Race yelled, knowing that her threat was real. Between Medda and Jack, Albert and Race could only imagine the punishment they would cook up for them.

She chuckled, watching them shake their heads. “Be nice and be the kids I’m trying to raise you to be.”

“Ugh momma, why do you have to take all the fun out of it?” Race gave her a grin.

Medda grinned. “I’m not ruining your fun. I’m just telling you to behalf like the civilized children I know you to be. Now get going before you miss the bus.”

She quickly handed off the lunches she had packed before pressing kisses to each of their foreheads as she watched them walk out the door. She looked over at the three still sitting at the table with a grin. “Finish up and we’ll leave in ten minutes.”

Taking a sip of her coffee, she shook her head at the kids, knowing that they all loved their older brother dearly. “Momma?”

Looking up from her coffee cup, she looked over at Smalls. “Yes, Smalls?”

“Can we start up the conversation again about getting a dog?” She grinned, looking hopeful at her mother. “You know since Jack’s moved out and he had the energy of a dog.”

The calendar on the fridge caught her attention. “Felicity! Don’t talk about your brother like that. I thought we were going to table that until the summer.”

“Well . . . it’s almost summer,” Smalls grinned, raising her eyebrow in hope. Romeo, and Henry both stopped eating momentarily, looking between their sister and momma. “Come on Momma . . . what’s holding you back?”

“Summer is 9 months away. We’re going to be late if we don’t get a move on.” She gave the four a look. “We’ll table this discussion for when everyone is home and has a say.”

Smalls gave her mom a knowing look. “Because you know what everyone is going to say. Why not just say yes and we’ll tell everyone later?”

“Felicity, car now.” Holding out a lunch bag, she gave her daughter a look before pointing to the garage door. Her younger brothers followed suit as Medda grabbed her purse, keys and her own lunch with a sigh before following them out the door.

11:00am - Study Hall

Flipping open his Chemistry book, he tried to focus on the chapters the exam would cover. Looking across the room, he saw Charlie sitting with Amelia, his best friend since childhood, both of them absorbed in their studying. He sighed, flipping pages but not really paying attention to what he was reading. Feeling someone sit beside him, he picked his head up from his book. “You’ve been quiet all morning, what’s going on?”

Spot Conlon was one that was very protective of those around him and when those in his personal circle were not themselves, Spot Conlon was one to pick up on it immediately. Race often joked he should become a detective after high school.

“Jack’s comin’ home.” Race sighed, running a hand over his curls. “And he’s bringing someone back.”

Spot leaned back in his chair, whistling. “Any info on that person?”

“Momma didn’t know. Just that he’ll be home around 5, in time for dinner.” Race looked at his boyfriend. “I’m excited that he’s coming home but he’s never brought someone home before.”

Spot nodded, having been around the Larkin household since Race was adopted eight years ago. “Think it might be a girl or are you leaning towards a roommate?”

“I just talked to him yesterday and he didn’t mention anything about a girl.” Race sighed. “You know Jackie, he can’t keep his mouth shut normally.”

Biting his lip, Spot sighed. “Knowing Jackie, it’ll all be okay. Whoever this person is, should be more nervous than you.”

“What does that mean?” Race turned in his chair, giving his boyfriend a look.

Spot chuckled. “You and your siblings are an intimidating crew. Y’all look innocent but when you want, you all can be evil.”

Nodding, Race chuckled. “You’re right but momma put the kibosh on that. Will you come over tonight for dinner?”

“Medda alright with that?” Spot raised an eyebrow, giving his boyfriend a look.

Shrugging, Race closed his book with a slam. “She didn’t say anything about no boyfriends. I’m sure Finch and Amelia will be over just like normal.”

“I’ll be there.” Spot agreed. “I’ll text my sis and let her know.”

“Wanna dump all your Chemistry knowledge on me in the next thirty minutes?” Race leaned over, stealing a kiss from Spot with a grin.

Spot smirked. “You’re going to need more than 30 minutes, stud. You’ll need all the help you can get; all of which, unfortunately, I cannot help with.”

“Spottie . . . . please.” Race pleaded, giving him his best puppy dog eyes.

Leaning over, he kissed him, smirking. “Open your book and we’ll see what we can get through before the bell.”

4:30pm

Like any afternoon after school, the dining room table at Medda’s was rambunctious and loud. Nine kids were crammed around the table, each with their homework scattered around them. Medda was standing at the stove, stirring the sauce in the pot while listening to each of the kids talk about their day.

“Homework almost done?” Medda called, raising her voice a bit to be heard over the kids.

Various confirmations came from the table as she looked over at them. “Please put your stuff away and help set the table. Spot, Amelia, Finch, you staying for dinner?”

“If that’s okay, Medda?” Spot called, stuffing his book and notebook back into his backpack.

“Always sugar.” She grinned, raising a silent eyebrow in Finch and Amelia’s direction.

Finch nodded with a grin while Amelia hesitated. “Sorry Medda, mom’s making dinner and wants all her kids home tonight.”

“No worries, Amelia. I’m sure we’ll see you at some point this weekend?” Medda asked, looking at Charlie’s best friend.

She nodded with a grin. “I’ll be around. I’ll see you guys later.”

Several goodbyes were yelled as she made her way out the front door. Medda shook her head at the girl before stirring the pot of sauce on the stove. She had long considered Amelia another adopted child with how often she was over at the house. “So you don’t know anything about this person Jack’s bringing home, momma?”

“If I did, I would tell you what I know.” Medda said, looking between Charlie, Albert, and let her gaze land on Race, who asked the question. “Jack called me up last week and asked if it was alright if he brought someone home with him. That’s all he said. Now, he’ll be here in a little bit, so I need all of your bags put up in your rooms and wash your hands. Smalls, Romeo put plates out. Race and Albert silverware and Charlie cups, please.”

With assignments handed out, the kids scattered. Henry sat at the kitchen counter, swinging his legs, back and forth watching Medda with wide eyes. “What can I do momma?”

Looking at the table being set, Medda smiled. “Henry can you make sure every place has a napkin?”

He hopped off his chair doing as he was told while Medda took a moment to relax in the busyness of the house and thankful for everything that surrounded her.

“You alright, momma?” Albert asked, pausing in his movements of laying down the silverware, looking at her.

She smiled. “Just fine baby. Excited that all my children will be in the house this weekend. How’s that table coming along?”

“Almost done momma.” Race called. “How’s the spaghetti?”

She gave it one more stir before nodding. “It’s almost ready.”

“Momma, Race, Charlie, Albert, Smalls, Romeo, Jack’s home and he brought a pretty girl!” Henry yelled as several eyes went wide and the front door was thrown open.

Quickly wiping her hands, Medda put the towel on the counter before following the kids to the front foyer. She smiled at Spot and Finch who stood back, giving the family some space. Medda couldn’t help but tear up as her oldest walked through the door, holding a hand of a pretty girl, just as Henry had exclaimed.

#Newsies #Newsies Fan Fiction #writing #More Hearts Than Mine Newsies #Medda Larkin #Racetrack Higgins #Albert DaSilva #Meeting the Family

[upsteadhq]

Ok I just have to get something off my chest quick, and yes, it is another message directed to those linstead shippers that, if I’m being honest, are pissing me off.

All I’ve been seeing day after day from literally the moment I joined the PD fandom over a year ago is them taking digs at upstead, and I understand why, you’re protective over your ship, like a lot of shippers are, but if I’m being honest what you are saying is disgusting, hurtful, and false. And I’m gonna come out and say this directly: I’m not one to get pissed off easily. Yes while throughout lockdown I have become a little more short-tempered but that’s a consequence of living in a house full of only younger siblings, one of them younger by a lot, and I have seemed to lose my patience, and I’ve held off saying this until now, when all of you have decided to come out of hiding simulateously and just start your rapid fire of incorrect statements and rude comments.

Now to put this into perspective for your tiny brains, I watch all three shows and have ships for all of them, as I’m sure many people do. My ships however do not include the ever-increasing in popularity Brettsey and Mancel - in fact I’m still a hardcore shipper of Dawsey and Manstead - and if I’m being honest, I can’t stand brettsey and mancel and don’t see why people ship them, but you don’t hear me complaining about it every fucking day. I learn to just move on, skip over the tweets or gifs or fics or mentions of those ships and I carry on with my life, move on to the next one and carry on looking through Upstead (or whatever oc ship I’m looking at). I block those hashtags and avoid the YouTube videos and I actually forget about it pretty quickly. WHY DONT YOU DO YOURSELF A FAVOUR AND DO THAT? It’s really not that hard. I do this because I know there are people out there that are as passionate about those ships as I am with upstead, burzek, stellaride just to name a few, and that they are protective over it, and I’d rather not get on anyone’s bad side, because I do think of myself as a friendly person.

Now, I do performing arts at college, and while I am planning on dropping the course because it’s just not for me, I have picked up on one certain thing doing this course. This things is: actors spend a lot of time, put in a lot of effort, blood, sweat and tears into their performance, especially when they’re so passionate about it and have been doing it for a long time, and it FUCKING SUCKS to have someone chip away at that effort bit by bit. Back in December I spent a total of 10 hours travelling to and from venue three days in a row, did two full rehearsals of it on stage on the Wed, and two full shows on both Thurs and Fri. I was at the venue from 12pm till 11pm every day for those three days and it took me an hour to get home, so I got home just after midnight. I’d then have to be awake by 6am to do the whole thing again. To top it all off I then had stagecoach (which is a drama school) on the Sat from 2-5:30pm. When I got home from that I didn’t move until Sun afternoon, and then I had to do it all over again on Mon. It was exhausting, and to have been told it sucked after all that, I would have been heartbroken. This is the exact same situation for the PD actors, or any other actor that you may rip apart against, including Tracy. They work like 15 hours a day for 10 days and all they get out of all that time is one episode, and they do that ~20 times for every season. To be told what I’ve been reading after all that (about 3000 hours of work/season) I can’t even imagine how upset that would make me, and it probably would to them as well.

So please just do yourself a favour and stfu, block the tags, avoid the videos, and for the love of god don’t take it to Twitter, because there will always be somebody there that’s gonna fight against you, and I know from experience fighting with you lot gives me more of a headache than helping my seven-year-old sister with her home learning - and that’s usually like a fucking migraine by the end of the day.

Kind regards, Holly, a.k.a @/upsteadhq :)

#stfu #linstead #chicago pd #jay halstead #hailey upton #one chicago #upstead #halstead x upton

[meg91596]

Life, and Love is not Simple

Chapter 2: Suprises and Happiness

It has been three months since Scout’s incident and I’m still shocked that a 19 year old could do that to an infant. Amelia is terrified to leave Scout and Chris with a sitter unless it is her brother, Maggie, and my parents. She won’t go out unless we know someone who won’t hurt our boys and our two puppies Stella and Nuggie. Those dogs have been protecting Scout since we got them and they let us know when he is awake and crying. I think Nuggie should be trained to be a service dog for Chris who is traumatized by what happened to his brother. I think Amelia is too. She is also 8 months pregnant with our baby that we still don’t know the gender to so it’s either Ariel Elizabeth, or Cooper James. We decided that Ariel Elizabeth sounded better than Ariel Grace.

“Honey, I think It's time.” Amelia said. “Are you sure? Remember you did this with Scout.” I said. “Well I'm having contractions every 5 minutes lets go in case these are real ones which I know they are.” Amelia said. “Okay what about Chris and Scout? And it isn't a little too early, you're only 34 weeks” I said. “Bring them with us, let's go now.” Amelia said doubled over in pain. “Okay I’ll get Scout in his carseat.” I said. “Link what is wrong with mommy is the baby coming?” Chris asked. “Yes, so we have to go to the hospital.” I said. “Okay I’ll get the diaper bag, and stroller for Scout.” Chris said. “Thank You Chris you are a good big brother to Scout and the new baby already.” Amelia said. “Mommy do you think the baby is coming or do you think it’s like Scout when you thought he was coming and yet he wasn’t ready just yet.” Chris asked. “Well we won’t know till Aunt Jo assesses mommy.” I said.

We got to the hospital around 5:30pm. Chris was getting hungry so he decided that he would take the Scout in his stroller to the cafeteria while Amelia and I went to see if the baby was coming. We waited for a half and hour as Jo was in surgery delivering a baby. Jo was originally going to go home with Luna but she stayed to find out what was going on. Amelia was right the baby was coming. She wasn't looking forward to the delivery part again, especially so close to Chris’ birthday which is in the morning. With the baby coming we ended up rescheduling Chris’ birthday which he was very understanding of. He’s a good kid, even though he has a hard time in school due to his developmental delays doesn’t defy him.

“Scout would you like a mushed up pizza I had the nurses blend up a pizza for you.” Chris said to his little brother. “Yes Pizza.” Scout said. “You are a good big brother when the baby comes would you like to stay and Auntie Meredith can watch Scout so you have the privilege of naming the baby?” Amelia asked. “Really Mommy?” Chris asked. “Yes Chris you are going to be 10 in a few hours and you can have the privilege of being in the room.” Amelia said. “Link I want to do this at home can we do this at home?” Amelia said. “I’m Sorry Amelia but the babies are still breech and I want you here and if you have to have a Csection which you might if these babies don't progress in the next hour I’m sorry this is the only way to get the babies safely out.” Jo said. “Well Chris you might not get to see the baby born after all.” I said. “It's okay. I can go spend time in the observation area with Scout, Auntie Meredith, Uncle Derek. I think Uncle Derek is doing a really cool removal of a tumor in a back.” Chris said. “Yes he is, I was supposed to help him and so wasn’t daddy.” Amelia said.

I knew Amelia and I were preparing for this long surgery but unfortunately we aren’t going to be able to finish with our patient because Amelia went into labor and may have to have a C-Section. A half an hour had passed when Jo came into the room. Chris, and Scout were sleeping when she came to see if the baby had progressed. The baby had not progressed so she had to give us the most devastating news that our baby was likely not going to make it if Amelia chose a natural birth because the baby’s heart rate keeps dropping. She decided that It was best to have the surgery and that Amelia would have to go through Rehab after the baby is born just to ensure that she didn’t want more drugs. Jo didn’t want to have her put under general because of the danger that can come with that. Five minutes after the news we were in the operating room.

“We're having this baby.” Amelia said. “Yes we are, I'm looking forward to meeting the baby.” I said. “Me too lets just hope no complications are happening.” Amelia said. “Okay Amelia a little pressure, and baby A is out.” Jo said. “The baby is here, wait did you just say baby A?” I asked. “Yes there is more than one didn’t I tell you guys months ago?” Jo asked. “Not that we can recall.” I said. “Well surprise, here is baby B.” Jo said. “How are the babies Link?” Amelia asked. “Beautiful wait there is another coming.” Link said. “Perfect triplets, what are we going to do? We only planned for one, not three.” Amelia said. “I know we will work something out because we are great parenting Christopher, and Scout.” I said. “Poor Chris will have to share his birthday with the triplets.” Amelia said. “Here you go daddy baby A is ready to meet her family.” the Nurse said as she handed me a baby girl. “Elsa Mae is her name.” Amelia said. “Elsa Mae it is then. I said as the nurse brought the second baby over and it was another girl. “Madeline Elizabeth is her name. I decided that Charlotte wasn’t a perfect name for our baby.” Amelia said as Elsa, and Maddie were placed on her chest. “Here you go daddy.” the nurse said handing me a baby boy. “Cooper James is his name.” Amelia said.

Shortly after the triplets were born the nurse took them to the NICU because they were early but we were still shocked how we ended up with triplets Maddy and Elsa are identical twins and it turns out Cooper was just another egg that was released when Amelia got pregnant during our short separation time near Scout’s first birthday. We have five kids when it was only supposed to be three. When Amelia got back to her room Meredith, and Derek were there waiting on the news of whether the baby was okay. We had quite a surprise for them as Amelia said that they were beautiful.

“They? You are doing gender binary talk for the baby?” Derek asked. “No Elsa, Madeline, and Cooper are perfect.” Amelia said. “WHAT?” Derek asked. “We had triplets two girls and a boy.” I said. “Triplets wow so you have 5 kids after all now.” Derek said. “Hey I wasn't playing on it as we were only supposed to have one but I guess Maddie was hiding behind Elsa, and Cooper was higher up and Link and I never really paid much attention to the ultrasound as we were talking about either Chris or Scout.” Amelia said. “Well surprises are always good though even if it’s babies.” Meredith said. “Don’t worry we will get you things for babies.” Derek said before leaving the room with Meredith as Chris entered the room with Scout.

Chris was surprised by the news but he couldn’t wait to hold his siblings. When Maddie, Elsa, and Cooper came in the room Amelia started to hold Cooper when Scout started to fuss. I picked him up and brought him to Amelia where he met baby Cooper. Scout lit up and started patting Cooper like he was a puppy. We thought it was a good thing because we were nervous about how he would react considering he is still a baby not quite two years old yet. We were a happy family, and Chris was proud to share his birthday with the triplets.

#amelia shepherd #derek shepherd #meredith grey #atticus lincoln #christopher shepherd #greys anatomy #scout lincoln #fanfiction

[sheerbeautyreigns]

DESIRE

Part 37

"You know I'm not done with you yet."

It was about 10:30pm when Joe showed up at Paul’s room with his bag. When Paul let him in, he was still wearing his navy blue suit and white shirt. He didn’t even speak. He just took him in his arms and kissed him hungrily. “Take your clothes off.”

Joe didn’t say a word. He just did as told and left his clothes aside. “You look nervous.” Paul commented taking his hand, leading him over to the sofa. “Are you OK?”

“Just a bit…anxious.” Joe eventually said as Paul forced him to kneel, facing the back of the sofa. “About the punishment?” Paul said leaning to speak into his ear. “Yes Sir.” Paul undid his neat top knot and ruffled his hands through his hair. He loved to watch it cascade down his back. It made him miss his own. “You disobeyed me and you will learn your lesson. Understand?” Joe's stomach dropped. “Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir. I understand.” He finally said. “Good boy. Now, head up. Eyes front.” Paul trailed his hand down Joe's back and finished off by smacking him hard on the ass. He smiled upon hearing Joe take on a deep breath through clenched teeth. “It’ll be so much more effective in my dungeon. I still have to introduce you to the cane. You’ll have a hard time sitting after but…it is what it is.” Joe hadn’t heard Paul speak so firmly in a while. Could he blame him though, after sleeping with Colby? Joe knew he needed to do this. Paul walked around to the back of the sofa to where Joe was facing. He was surprised. He thought that he was going to fuck him. He cupped his jaw with his right hand and tilted his head. Joe cast his eyes downwards as Paul stroked his fingers along his beard. He walked away taking off his jacket. Joe didn’t dare move his head, just continuing to look down at the carpet. Paul arrived back, now just wearing his black briefs. He moved behind Joe, taking hold of his pelvis, grinding his crotch against his asshole. Joe was instantly hard. “You want this baby? Huh?” Paul asked seductively. “Yes Sir.” Joe said, hungry for his cock. Paul reached around and grabbed Joe’s dick. “You’re rock hard. Just like I want you.” He said, slowly pumping it. He could hear Joe breaths become heavier at his touch. He let go.

“…but not tonight.”

Joe couldn’t help but look over his shoulder with disbelief at Paul’s words. “Not until I want to. You do as I say when I want to.” Joe bowed his head. “You need a good night’s sleep. Let’s go.” Paul said slapping him on the ass again. Joe winced since he’d hit the same spot. Paul watched as he got off the sofa and went to open his suitcase. He looked pretty disappointed. The older man almost felt sorry for him but he had to be firm. Joe took his wash bag into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. When he went into the bedroom, Paul was propped up on his elbow. He pulled the sheets on Joe side back and tapped on the mattress. The young man pursed his lips and climbed into the bed. He lay with his back to Paul as he couldn’t look at him. Paul’s arm wrapped around his torso, pulling him into him. He had taken his briefs off now. Joe could feel his hard cock rub up against his ass. It made him hard once again. He shut his eyes feeling Paul’s breaths on the back of his neck followed by soft kisses. The older man’s hand trailed up to Joe chest. “Turn around. I wanna see your face.” Joe did as told. “You OK?” Paul checked. Joe nodded. “You’re not OK. I know when you’re lying. It’s OK to say that you’re not OK. I want us to have total transparency in this relationship.”

“I know you’re disappointed in me.” Joe said deflated.

“I am disappointed but your purpose for the next few days is to change my mindset. Wipe the slate clean. As long as you go along with what I expect from you, there’s no problem.”

Based on how subdued Joe was now coming across, Paul already knew that his mind games were working.

They flew to Connecticut separately the next day. Paul took the private Jet with Vince and Joe flew in a few hours later. Paul picked him up and they arrived back at his at around 7pm. Paul let Joe chill out for a while since it had been around an 8 hour flight. He went about unpacking his case while Paul sat at his desk on the laptop in the bedroom.

“Babe you nearly done?” Paul asked, eyes fixed on his screen.

“Yeah I’m good.” Joe said, setting his case aside and slowly padding towards the window. “It’s so nice to be out here again. It’s so peaceful.”

“Gets lonely though when it’s just me.” Paul chimed in, closing down his laptop. “Come here.” He said from his computer chair. He motioned for Joe to sit on his lap. He did as told. Paul raised his hand up to Joe chin. His thumb rose up to Joe bottom lip. Tenderly, the young man kissed it, looking Paul in the eyes. Those gorgeous chocolate pools. He could never resist them. Paul moved his thumb away and kissed him gently. “I’m so glad you’re here.” He said, barely above a whisper. “Me too.” This time, Joe kissed him deeply. Paul’s hands roamed along the material of his t-shirt, urging it to come off. Joe stood, peeling it off, also dropping his cut offs to the floor. Paul rose up to meet him, kissing him again, backing him up towards the bed. He pushed him down on his stomach and stood over him, unbuttoning his white shirt and pulling off his trousers and socks. His eyes traced over the curves of Joe’s buttocks under the material of his black boxers. Joe looked over his shoulder, up at him.

“Head down, close your eyes.” Paul ordered. Instantly, Joe obeyed, swallowing. He could hear Paul leave the room and walk down the hallway. His stomach dropped when he heard him punch in the door code. So soon? He was so sure Paul was on the verge of fucking him but apparently not. Not yet anyway.

The older man returned. Joe could hear faint clinking. Paul set something on the bed down by his legs. “Now, hands behind your back.” Joe inhaled, doing as told, effectively folding them halfway down his spine. He could feel Paul slip a strand of leather around each wrist, buckling it. He then joined both together with a small hook. “Try and get outta that.” Paul told him. Joe strained his arms, to no avail. “Good boy. You’re going to be very good for me over the next couple of days. Aren’t you?” Paul said, cupping his ass cheek. “Yes Sir.” A smile spread across Paul’s face now that he had Joe at his mercy. He pulled out his trusty bottle of lube and smeared the cool liquid on Joe entrance. A small gasp escaped Joe lips when it hit. “Legs further apart.” Joe wriggled on the bed, adjusting his position. “I’m not going to fuck you yet…” Joe felt something hard and cold start to penetrate his opening. “Aaah!” It felt like metal. “I picked this baby up in Vegas. It’s pretty special, you’ll see.” Paul teased. “What is it?” Joe asked, slight panic invading his voice. “Don’t ask questions baby. Just lie there and take it.” Joe gritted his teeth as Paul pushed it further in. He could see Joe hands straining against the cuffs with agitation. The young man shut his eyes and gritted his teeth. “Please-” He started, tears starting to form in his eyes. “Calm down baby, almost in.” Joe breathed deeply, trying to compose himself. “There. Looks so good shoved up your ass.” He could hear the smile in Paul’s voice as he moved away “Now, let’s see-”

A small shock came from the butt plug causing Joe to jump, yelping. “Oh shit! Sorry baby!” Paul laughed as he assessed the few buttons on the controller. He pressed another. “Fuck!” Joe cried out as he shocked him again. “I don’t like this!”

“Baby it’s not that bad.” Paul cooed, leaning forward, patting him on the head until Joe shrugged him off. Paul pressed another button, causing a double shock. Joe cried out, straining hard against the cuffs. “You gonna be good for me huh? Huh?”

“Yes Sir, yes. I promise.” Joe sniffled, lowering his head onto the bed in defeat. “You know what? This might just be my new favourite toy.” Paul said setting the remote aside. He flipped Joe over onto his back. And moved his hair away from his face. Paul’s face softened upon seeing his whimpers and teary eyes. “Don’t be upset now baby.” He leaned down and kissed his trembling lips. “I don’t like the shocks.”

“I know you don’t baby. If you behave, I won”t have to use them as much. Its that simple.” Paul pulled him up to his feet gently. He knew the plug would be pretty uncomfortable, as evidenced on Joe face. He picked up the remote again and lead him by the arm into the dungeon. Joe could already smell that familiar smell of leather. Paul lead him over to the spanking bench. “On you get.” He simply said. He watched Joe struggle to get on top since his arms were tied. He loved to see how helpless he was. He waited about a minute before helping him into position. It made Joe feel so low. Paul went about securing both his ankles into the attached restraints on either side of the bench. Lastly he pulled the centre strap over his back and buckled it. Joe couldn’t fight how hard he was right now and Paul couldn’t fail to notice. “I love how hard this makes you.” He smirked causing Joe to lower his head in shame. “Makes me so hard too…” Paul said seductively, slipping out of his briefs and stepping in front of Joe face. His hard cock was inches away. He took a handful of Joe’s hair and pulled his head up. Joe looked up at him wide-eyed before eyeing his cock. He opened up as Paul moved forward, taking his cock in his mouth. Paul was right in depriving him of it. He hadn’t seen him suck it with such vigour before. “Fuck baby, that’s so good…” He trailed off, holding his head in place as he started to fuck his mouth. Gasps escaped Joe’s mouth with each thrust. Trails of drool fell to the floor below. Paul thrust it in, his balls hard against Joe’s chin, watching as the young man began to struggle and moan. He caught his breath as he withdrew. He repeated this time and time again until his cum filled the back of his throat. “Good boy, swallow it whole.” Paul smiled as the young man took it all in. “Good boy.” Joe loved Paul’s praise. Paul let go of his hair and moved to the back of the spanking bench. He grabbed Joe ass cheeks, causing the young man to groan. “You’re being so good for me baby.”

“Thank you Sir.” Joe eventually said. “I can’t believe I have two more days of this.” He said as his finger moved the base of the plug in his ass. “Aaah!” Joe let out. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” Joe winced. “Look at me.” Paul said firmly. Joe looked over his shoulder, trailing his eyes up to Paul’s. He moved the plug again, this time trying to push it in further. “Aww please!” Joe pleaded with him. He had never seen this look of desperation in his eyes before. “What do you want baby?” Paul asked, rubbing his palm over his ass cheeks again as Joe lowered his head “Please, I’m sorry…”

“Sorry?” Paul reiterated with a questioning look on his face. “Yes,” He sobbed. “I’m sorry I betrayed you. I love you. I’m sorry…” Paul’s stomach dropped. He was not expecting this already. It threw him off his game. Slowly he moved around to the front, crouching down to Joe’s level. “You do know I’m not done with you yet?” He moved his hair away from his face. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. “No…I can’t …”

“Yes, you can. You were doing so well. Why stop now?” Paul taunted. “You hurt me. You promised that you would do as I say.” He said firmly looking into Joe teary eyes before getting up again and walking around the back. “Please, I can’t !” He heard a drawer open from the other side of the room. Without warning, Paul gently tapped him across his ass cheeks with his cane. Joe immediately struggled knowing what was coming. “Please! Aaah!” He let out as the first whip stung. “You’re a noisy one.” Paul went off to the drawers again. He appeared at the front of the bench holding the ball of the ball gag in his hand. “You give me no choice.” Joe eyed the gag. “No!” He told him, edging away, pursing his lips. Without hesitation, Paul stood and held Joe's nose, trying to keep a firm grasp of his head while he struggled hard with panic. As soon as he opened his mouth gasping for air, Paul shoved the gag in and made quick work of securing the strap tightly as Joe cried behind the gag, his whole body struggling. Paul felt a fire in his stomach as he did this. He had never been so forceful with Joe. It pained him to be so harsh but he did say he’d have to punish him. He tried to block out his cries and protests as he picked up the cane again and struck for a second time, a defiant look on his face. Joe yelped and struggled with each one until he got to the eighth. He was so exhausted that he simply whimpered into the gag, his head falling. Paul being the perfectionist he was, insisted in caning him two more times until he got to ten. He could see Joe’s hands ball into fists and he could hear his muffled sobs. He inhaled deeply, putting the cane down. A smattering of pink welts covered his backside.

After about a minute of silence, the young man opened his eyes. A puddle of drool had formed on the floor below. Tenderly, Paul ran his index and middle finger over the welts causing Joe to tense up again, seething. “That’s it. I’m done.” Joe shut his eyes and started to cry again. The room fell silent. All that could be heard were his sobs and Paul’s slow breaths. Eventually he undid the gag and set it on the table nearby. After all of his protests, Joe couldn’t even muster up a word. Paul crouched before him, pulling his hair away from his face again. Tears had stained his cheeks and his eyes were red. Paul cupped his face. “I don’t like hurting you but you need to learn. Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes.” Joe whispered shutting his eyes. “Yes Sir.” He sniffled. “Good.” Paul kissed him tenderly on the forehead and went about undoing the straps. He unhooked the link between his wrists causing Joe’s arms to fall limply at his sides. He winced, trying to move them. “They’ll be OK, just need to get the blood circulation going.” Paul said helping him off the spanking bench, leading him to the bed. He helped to lower him down. He looked so sad. “You did good. I didn’t expect you to take all ten, especially with the cane.”

“I didn’t have a choice.” Joe muttered, looking away. He took hold of Joe’s jaw, urging him to face him “You didn’t, which made it so enjoyable. I was ready to fuck you so hard when I first started caning you.” Paul said, full of lust. “I’ve never been more in love with you.”

“How can you love me when I’m crying like that? I don’t understand.” Joe said, palming his face, so confused. “I wish I knew baby.” Paul shook his head and gave a small smile getting off the bed. Joe sat up when he saw him walking to the chest of drawers again. What now?

Paul looked back at him. “Relax baby. It’s to help the welts.” Paul advised as he walked back to the bed with a tube of cream in his hand. “Turn over.” Joe obliged, lowering his head into his arms. It felt good to lie like this. The young man winced as Paul gently went about applying the cream. “I know baby, I know but this’ll help.”

After a few moments, Paul spoke. “Do you hate me after that?” He didn’t want to ask but he needed to know. Joe turned his head to the side, still resting it on his forearm. “No.” He paused. “I had it coming. I shouldn’t have gone behind your back, regardless of how I felt about you at the time.”

A horrible feeling hit the pit of Paul’s stomach on hearing Joe words. He looked down at the reddening welts on his ass. He placed his hand on his shoulder and trailed it down his back. “What’s done is done. Let’s move on from this.” Paul suggested. Joe nodded in agreement before closing his eyes.

#roman reigns #wwe #tribal chief #roman reigns fic #fanfiction #smut #d/s #hhh #paul levesque #d/s writing #d/s lifestyle #slash fiction

[thatanimenerd101]

Two kittens and Two Hearts

Paring: Shinso Hitoshi x female reader

Warnings: Fluff, spicy 🥵 moments, cuteness, little dom moments. 17+

Word count: 1.3k

You and Shinso had been together since freshman year of college. You two ended up working part time jobs in order to move into a small apartment near campus. It was small but it was home for you two. Shinso worked the closing shift at the campus coffee shop. You were currently rolled up in a blanket on the couch.

“Ugh, I’m sick of this bullshit assignment.” You threw your textbook onto the floor. You looked up at the clock.

10:30pm it read.

The sound of the door opening made you roll off the couch.

“I’m home kitten.” His tired voice echoed.

“Down here.” You called out.

You were wrapped up like a sushi roll.

“Hold on, I have to wash my hands and take these clothes off.” The highlight of your day was him coming home or you coming home to see him. Due to the events of the world you two spend your time together inside.

After some time your purple haired boyfriend came out in only his boxers. Purple with black cats. He picked you up and set you down on the couch. You giggled.

“I see that you're still working on your human biology homework.” He looked into the floor of where your book was tossed.

“I just don’t understand the assignment.” You complained as you rolled out of the blanket and hugged your knees.

“I’ll help you tomorrow on it.”

You looked at him. “Really?!” Wrapping your arms around him hugging him tight.

“Yes, Kitty.” He held you in his arms.

“Thank you.” You kissed his cheek. “What do you want for dinner?”

“You.” He said with a smirk on his face. You let go of him. A pink hue on your cheeks.

“Sorry babe, I’m not on the menu tonight. How about I make your favorite curry?” You suggested as you walked into your shared bedroom in search of some pajamas. Little did you know that your boyfriend followed you. You picked out one of his old shirts that had holes in it. Hitoshi wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“But you're my favorite kitten.” He whispered in your ear as he nuzzled into your neck. You let out a gasp as his lips brushed up against your neck. You leaned your head to the side for him to have better access. He kissed down your neck to your collarbone. He nibbled on your sensitive stop. You let out a quiet moan. He was preoccupied and didn’t see you turning around, pushing him into the bed. Using your hands to pin his above his head. After some struggling he gave up.

“Got you!” You giggled. “Now I need you to tell me what you want for dinner or I’m not giving you cuddles tonight.” You knew what he wanted but you felt like teasing him.

“No cuddles? You have a hard bargain. But seriously, I know what you're doing and I know exactly how to make you stop.” He smirked up at you and grabbed your hands. He flipped you so he was on top. “I know you like being on top, but for now I like you like this.” His voice was deeper. This is how he dominates you and you couldn’t speak. All you could do was blush and be embarrassed. “But let’s have some curry for dinner.” He smiled and got off of you.

The shirt you had on was tied up, showing your boy shorts. The curry was ready. You climbed onto the counter to get bowls. Shinso looked away from the current show and watched you. He chuckled at how adorable you looked.

After dinner, the two of you were curled up in bed, it was almost midnight. Thank goodness that tomorrow was Saturday. But as the two of you cuddling, you heard a noise.

Meow

It was a cat crying. Outside of your apartment were two small kittens. You looked up to your boyfriend. He knew exactly what you were going to ask. I mean, come on it’s two baby kittens.

“Yes, we are keeping them. I’ll call a veterinarian in the morning.”

The two of you bathed them because they were covered in fleas and mud. You went to a corner store and picked up some supplies. Toys, food, bowls, beds. When you got back you found Shinso cuddled up with them in a blanket.

“How old do you think they are?” He questioned while scratching his head.

“I’d say at least three months old. Won’t know until they see a vet.”

It was discovered that both cats were females. After some discussion. The grey one’s name would be Misty and the black one would be called Athena. A lot changed in the next few months. You had been laid off from work due to Covid. You were not getting enough hours a week so they let you go. Shinso’s coffee job paid well enough to support you two and your two fur-babies. At the end of spring, you would both graduate college. You started to gain some weight, which was no big deal. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with gaining weight. But when you missed your period for two months that’s when you knew something was up. The cats would lay on your stomach all the time, follow you around and one of them nipped Hitoshi for touching your stomach. You decided to call him.

This is Shinso Hitoshi , leave a message.

“Hey toshi, we need to talk when you get home from work. It’s nothing bad, it’s just I need to sit down and talk to you.”

When he got the message, he rushed home. Telling his boss that something at home was wrong. He thought he had done something wrong. That maybe you wanted to break up? He picked a flower from the garden that was outside.

He practically ran back to the apartment.

When he found you, you were just laying in your back in bed.

“What’s wrong y/n?” He said panting.

“Toshi? Why are you home so early?” You sat up.

“I got your message and I thought I did something wrong.” He gave you the rose and you smiled. You patted your lap for him to lay down. He laid his head on your lap.

“Oh god no babe.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “You’re perfect, thank you for the rose. It’s pretty.”

He relaxed. “Then what’s wrong, you scared me baby.”

You took a deep breath. “I’m very late, I’ve missed my period for two months.”

He looked up at you. “No matter what happens, I love you kitten.”

Turns out you were not pregnant. Your cycle was just irregular because the next day you got it. This is when your doctor suggested birth control. To control your period and for other things ;-)

One night, shinso was off from work and you two were just sitting on the couch. A few candles were lit for some reason. Shinso said he liked the smell of them. Lavender. Today is your third year anniversary and shinso decided it was time to ask you something.

“Hey y/n?”

“Yes?” You looked at him while Misty jumped onto the couch.

“Remember the day you asked me out?” Well, this came out of nowhere.

“Well duh, I asked you to go to a coffee shop with me.” You giggled well looking at him. “You overslept so we just watched TV in your dorm.”

You didn’t realize it but he was in front of you, down on one knee. He pulled out a small box.

“Y/n l/n, will you marry me?” He opened up the box and inside was a promise ring. “I know it’s not a diamond, but this ring is my promise that I do want us to be together. One day I will get you a diamond.”

Your jaw dropped.

“Hell yes I’ll marry you!”

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[namjoonswillow]

Sneakylink-Jungkook oneshot

(summary:you go to a party but u end up meeting a handsome man..then you wake up in his bed ) 18+ switched povs 

Characters: Eun-woo(euni),Ha-Ni(hana),Jeon jungkook

10:30pm-At Ha-NI’s dorm:

I heard my phone ring i picked it up 

OTP with eun-woo(bsf)

Hello?-E

Hi-HN

You up?-E 

Well i am now wassup.-H

i was wondring if you wanted to come to Namjoons party?-E

mmm Sure ig-H

Yay ill be there around 11:15 bye luv u-E

Ok luv u to bye-H

End of phone call 

I got up and got dress and waiting for Euni

hOw yU bE lOoKiNg:

hOw DaT drEsS bE lOokiNg:

You waited for Euni she arrived 20 mins later you got in the car.

Conversation in the car with (euni)

Hey euni-nina 

Hey-euni 

I missed you so much what youve been doing -euni 

girl we was factiming a hour before you asked me to come to his party but what the occastion?-nini

Ik ik and its just a party with musty kids and alcohol-euni 

So why we going?-nini

Cause i wanna see jimin we just started dating you need to find a boyfriend-euni

No i do not-nini

Yes u do your always locked up in the house take a shot for Jungkook he said you were cute-euni 

Ig ill try welp were here-nini

Ha-Ni’s Pov (your pov) 

I walked it and heard loud music blasting i seen girls throwing it back on boys girls kissing girls and then i seen Euni and Jimin kissing and dancing .They”ll be fucking later i go to where the alcohol was and take a couple shots i knew i was gonna be drunk but i said fuck it.But then a man walked by me.but i was half way drunk so i didnt know who he was at first.

This mystery man 

He was hot not gonna lie and im drunk so i decided to shot my shot kinda ....little did i know im going to be waking up in his bedroom also you had to find your whore of a bestfriend  

Conversation with Jungkook

Hey-nini

Hi-jungkook

whats your name?-nini

Jungkook and you?-jk

Im Ha-ni but people call me nini-nini

Oh hey nini i didnt know it was you you look hot to be honest-nini

Thxs jungkook euni told me about you-nini

oh really what dd she say-jk

nothing really just that you said i was cute thats all but i was looking euni tho have you seen her?-nini

No i was looking for jimin wanna look upstairs together?-jk

Yea we can-nini

Jk pov

I saw nini she looked drunk i didnt think she would talk to me tho but she did and now we gonna go find euni and jimin so we got up satirs and started opening the upstairs  doors and we found then fucking in a guest room.

In the bedroom with (jimin and euni and hani and jk)

uhm tf?-jk 

do yall know how to knock-jimin 

stfu jimin-jk 

Yall are fucking gross im leaving i dont know where but i dont wanna here with yall and euni you know i hate when you do this bullshit-nini

?-jk & jimin

Ik ik im sorry dont go ill drop u off -euni 

No im good thanks anyways jungkook and me are leaving bye and dont call me tmrw cause im done with you euni-nini

What did she do we confused-jimin&jk

she fucking with you and youve been cheating on her and she knows-nini

Well shes grown she does what she wants-jimin 

*euni slaps jimin in the face*

dont tak to her like that-euni 

and jimin if you dont stop cheating were gonna be over this is your last chance ill find a better man-euni 

im not cheating no more i swear you have all my info i wanna be serious with you this time-jimin 

ok well me and jungkook are leaving i-nini

we are ?-jk 

yea were going to your place for a min and then you can take me home is that fine with u?-nini

yea sure heres my keys get in the car-jk 

oka-nini 

i see you jk go score you some ha-ni yall been flirting for the past year ask her to be your gf -euni&jimin 

ok  dont rush me im waiting on her i cant force her to do anything ok-jk 

ok bye-Euni&jimin 

bye-jk 

with that i left to go get in the car with ha-ni she looked pissed i didnt wanna bother her we got to the house this isnt her first time being here so she knows where everything is.

Author Pov

Uhm if u is not 18(ian 18) but still dont watch dis alr lets get in these juicy parts 

so they started with kissing then touching the making out then....let see if from they pov 

when reading this part play-you got it and 24 hours by jimmy brown 

Ha-ni pov 

his hand was rubbing against my thigh he was inching closer to my clit he started rubbing it i moaned he took me up to his room and then i toke my clothes off and i toke his off and we started making out and he had his hand on my boob while licking the other one a ahh~ i moaned he  was so good with his hand movements  i think im in love im finna turn him into a sneaky link i though.End of ha-ni’s pov 

Jungkook pov

When she got on her knees  and started sucking me off i was bout to lose it she was giving me deep throat to im ready to fuck her. End of Jungkooks pov 

Author pov 

Jungkook pick you up and put you on the bed he got on top and started doing doggystyle all you could hear\ that night in his house was skin slapping moaning groaning and jungkooks name then he switched positions and did missonary and he was groaning and u got turned on by it so you decided to take control you got on top and started grinding on him and you told him he cant touch you and he has to call you mami before talking to you and so you had him groaning and grunting he started getting irritated cause he wanted to touch you so he grabbed you by your neck got on top of you and started being rough and you like it and yall did this all night long until the door opened but yall didnt hear so jungkook fucking you rough and raw but euni and jimin snuck in just to see what was going on they didnt think yall was fucking they thought yall wouldve cuddled and went to bed but once they heard moaning they knew and they just went to jimins room and went to bed but back to yall so your getting fucked harder and harder he  had handcuffed your hands to the bed board so you couldnt touch him  and he just keep teasing when he knew you were gonna cum he pulled out then you would whine and he would start fucking you again after some hours yall got tired and decided to go to bed  and from that day forward you and jungkook became gf and bf.

Next day 

You woke up to see a big bedroom you were scared and didnt know where you were at at first.You flipped up the blanket and seen you were naked.Then you remember the events last night and euni came running telling how her a jimin are getting a house together while shes talking your trying to remeber whose bedroom is this.Then it hit you it was JUNGKOOKS so you made a wide eyed face and you asked euni what happend last night.She tells you what happened and you looked horrified so you try to leave the room to find jungkook but your friend grabs you and says.”bitch put clothes on first all the boys are down stairs” you looked at your self and said oh shit yea so you go in jungkooks closet and you a big shirt of his and you couldnt no shorts so you just went out there.And there jungkook was sitting with the rest of the boys.Everyone was suprised but jimin and jungkook came up to you and gave you a kiss you kissed him back he said your breakfast is in the microwave hurry up before it  gets cold and the boys start talking to jungkook while you go eat 

Converstion between the boys 

So whats going on with you and hani?-namjoon

Nothing really why’d you ask?-jk

Cause shes in your house and shes in ur shirt and she look like she just woke up-j-hope 

so-jk 

So whats going on-Suga

Nothingg im just gonna ask her to be my gf-Jk

she was over here from last night at your party-jk 

and they were fucking-jimin 

SAY WHATTTTTTT-all the boys say (except jimin and jungkook)

well ya thats what happend but thats nothing weve been doing that -jk

all the boys were suprised 

Jungkook went up to hani and ask her to be his gf  and she said yes then they went up stairs go to bed.

THE END.

but there linking up stories are for another time if you want me to make those text me 

(also be mindful this was my first story so it may be all over the place)

#jungkook x you #jungkook smut #bts smut