#but it also is like a pent up anger and frustration of having to deal w this shop

[unexpectedbrickattack]

Do you think noise is able to read the room and put a temporary end to his tomfoolery when the situation deems it to happen? Like i know Peppino can fold his ass like a cheap chair but is he capable of being like "ah this is a bad moment and i should not try doing anything right now"? Mostly thinking of the scenario if Peppino is having A Fucking Moment but not even angry just, very fucking upset for some reason, would the yellow imp still be like BLEEH 🤪? Silly context for this ask, i was chopping an onion and it made me think "what would noise do if he walked in peppino just bawling his eyes out?" btw 😭

Thank u for this ask bc this is like a sneak peek into the comic idea i had for the noise (and peppino)

Bc i think of Peppino as extremely emotional and unable to mask it AT ALL and that ranges from being incredibly angry to overwhelmingly sad and it will always hit him suddenly w the intensity of a wave crashing into him. So I wanted to have the noise kind of being A Menace and bothering Peppino and having it SOMEHOW lead to peppino going from ‘you dont fucking LISTEN u wont stop fuckin w me’ to ‘no one here leaves me the fuck ALONE why cant anyone anywhere leave me ALONE’ and hes like so fucking UPSET that hes tearing up and the noise is like ☹️!!!!

Like ‘um! Woah buddy im just playin around see? Its all part of the schtick !’ And he expects Peppino to lunge at him or something bc thats the game thats their little back n forth heehee but Peppino just grabs at his own hair and starts yanking at it and the noise is like WOAH Hold up stop that stop that what are u doing ??? And hes not quite sure HOW to interpret Peppino crying and gritting his teeth and pulling at his own hair other than ‘hes freaking the fuck out and i made that happen somehow’

To the noise, their little banter and back n forth and Very Scary Threats on Peppinos part is like a little game to him and he THINKS its mutual (bc Peppinos reactions are bordeline comical at times) but it is actually Very one-sided, and the only thing that would break him out of that ‘illusion’ is Peppino not holding up his supposed end of the duo act the Correct way. And that includes Peppino doing scarier than normal threats (chucking a knife at him and only missing by centimeters) or in this case, Peppino fucking breaking down in front of him instead of grabbing for his neck or something. He doesnt like it ☹️

#answered #chattin #peppino #noise #like. the noise is just fucking annoying #hes just a brat! with a bunch of money and a bunch of free time! #and everything is a little game to him bc he doesnt have to take shit seriously Ever #and peppino is like. so tired of dealing w him. hes a brat but hes just so fucking annoying #and not even in an endearing way like noisette #bc noisette doesnt Seek him out; she stays in her shop and shes just overly friendly when he visits #he is willingly accepting that walking in there will have him exposed to her loudness but like its of his own volition #the noise however… #and it goes from ‘this fucking brat wont leave me alone’ to ‘NO ONE leaves me alone’ #and that includes everyone hes met in the tower #but it also is like a pent up anger and frustration of having to deal w this shop #collectors hounding his shop #my hc that pizzahead tried MULTIPLE times to buy his shop out #and tried MULTIPLE times to just hire peppino to work for him #and like peppino feels like everywhere he goes he is being chased out or stalked #and hes not the best person in the world and hes kind of a dick but like #hes just some dude that wants to make pizza and own a shop #and his whole life got flipped on his head once he decided to do that #and now hes got freaks that corner him in his own safe space and stalk him and dont take his want to be alone seriously #his space is Their space #and while the noise is just a small little part of this mess #he unfortunately is the one that accidentally tips him over #he would be SO upset 😭 hes sulking in noisettes shop just miserable #and noisette is like hmm. this is serious….have u tried saying sorry? #and hes like oh my god u are so fucking smart i love u #peppino would forgive him after a while. hes a bit of a softie (A LITTLE BIT....) and if noise tried to make amends; hes accept that

[joelsgreys]

not a thing

Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

part ii

summary: You and Joel had a private moment while Ellie was asleep. Or so you’d thought she was asleep.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. implied smut, but no actual smut. grumpy Joel, Ellie is a little shit.

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: nervous to write for TLOU but still giving it a shot! poor Ellie for being subjected to what i am about to subject her to lol. Edit: holy shit, i did not expect this to get much attention. thank you all sm for reading, liking and reblogging!

It had been an incredibly stupid thing to do.

So, so, so fucking stupid.

You knew that.

And Joel knew that.

You two were supposed to have been standing watch.

Not to mention, there had been a teenaged girl sleeping close by, just mere fucking yards away from the two of you had been—

Jesus Christ.

Dammit, you and Joel fucking knew better than to be this goddamn stupid.

Careless.

But neither of you could help yourselves.

It had been several weeks—actually, it had been several months since you two had been able to steal a private moment for yourselves. That moment would have been missed had you not somehow woken up in the middle of the night, only to find Joel wide awake, his rifle in hand as he stood watch while you and Ellie had slept. You’d offered to take his place for a few hours so he could get some rest too, but instead, a few minutes and many, many desperate, feverish kisses later, the two of you found yourselves on the other side of Bill’s old white and blue Chevrolet pickup truck, Joel’s jeans unzipped and your own jeans pulled down around your knees along with your underwear. He’d had you bent over, but still standing at a point where you could peek over the bed of the truck so that you could somehow keep a watchful eye out in between the moments of mind-numbing pleasure—both for any signs of potential danger and also for Ellie, who was passed out, curled up into a little ball in her sleeping bag and completely unaware of what her two reluctant protectors were doing behind the vehicle right next to her.

Your bottom lip was busted, bruised from biting down on it so hard.

The deal had been no noise, not even a single whimper, although you couldn’t remember how well either of you had stuck to that rule in the heat of the moment. It had been a quick fuck, just enough to give you and Joel some much needed relief from all of those pent up stresses and frustrations you two were carrying on your shoulders since Ellie had entered your lives just the week before. And just like back in the Boston QZ, Joel said nothing to you once it was over and done with.

It never hurt your feelings. It was just how things were.

It was some sort of twisted, fucked up unspoken pact the two of you had. 

Joel Miller fucked you, and then he just pretended like nothing ever happened, not until the next time he found himself buried inside of you.

It’s not like you expected Joel to return your feelings.

Hell, you weren’t even sure the man knew how to feel anything but anger, bitterness, and violence. 

Afterwards, Joel took you up on your offer to keep watch and slept for a couple of hours until sunrise came and had you both moving, packing up the truck and getting ready to continue the long drive ahead to Wyoming.

“She’s been oddly quiet,” Joel mumbled to you as he packed up the remnants of the small campsite into the bed of the pickup truck. “Go check on her.”

Obediently, you nodded and dropped the sleeping bag in your hands before turning away and walking over to where Ellie was sitting cross legged on the ground, her fingers mindlessly fiddling with a small, broken tree branch on the ground. “Hey,” you offered her a small smile. “It’s almost time to get going. You doing alright over here?”

She looked up at you and gave you a small nod. “Yeah. Just cold as fuck since we can’t have a fucking fire going,” she said, tossing a tiny glare over in Joel’s direction. “But other than that? I’m just fucking peachy.”

You chuckled and shrugged out of your worn out, brown windbreaker jacket. You draped it over Ellie’s shoulders before taking a seat beside her on the ground. She may have been a thorn in Joel’s side—then again, who wasn’t a thorn in Joel Miller’s side—but you’d warmed up to her fairly quickly. A lot quicker than your partner, anyway. He was still a work in progress.

“Did you sleep okay?”

Ellie nodded, clutching your jacket close. “Kinda,” she shrugged her small shoulders. “The ground was really hard and uncomfortable. I woke up a couple of times throughout the night and had trouble falling back asleep.”

Your smile faded ever so slightly. “Oh? You did?”

Noticing the sudden change in your demeanor, a small smirk crossed the girl’s face. “I knew you and McGrumps over there were a thing.”

You nearly choked on your own saliva as you nervously sputtered out, “W-What the hell are you talking about?”

Ellie raised an eyebrow at you, shooting you a knowing look as her smirk widened.

Oh for fuck’s sake. Ellie had caught you and Joel while you two were—fucking?

Mortified did not even come close to cutting it.

“Oh god,” You muttered, your face on fire. 

“I really hope you two are being smart and using protection,” she added teasingly. “What’s that saying? Wrap it before you tap it?”

“Ellie!” You hissed, glancing over your shoulder. Joel went about his business and it was times like these where you were actually thankful that his hearing wasn’t what it used to be. You turned back to her and quickly started trying to explain yourself. “Ellie, I don’t know what you think you saw but—”

“Oh, it was too dark to see anything. I heard you guys.” She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. “Back behind the truck.” She paused, thoroughly enjoying every single moment of complete and utter discomfort she was causing you. “You know, if that’s gonna keep happening, I’m really gonna need you guys to find me a Walkman with some headphones. Noise cancelling headphones, please and thank you.”

You dropped your head into your hands and anxiously rubbed your face with your palms. “Fuck. I’m really sorry, Ellie,” Was all that you could say.

What else could you say?

Sorry you had to hear me getting fucked by my partner while you were laying just feet away in your sleeping bag?

“Sorry for what? For not being able to keep it in your pants?” Ellie giggled, slapping your knee with her hand in an attempt to get you to lighten up. “I get it. Nature. Hormones. Biology and shit.”

You lifted your face from your hands. “Joel can’t know,” You warned her. “Or he won’t be able to look you or me in the eye ever again.”

Ellie groaned in exaggeration, throwing her head back. “Aw, come on! I really wanted to see him squirm.”

“Me squirming should be fucking enough you little shit,” You laughed, shoving her playfully with your elbow. Once both of your giggles had subsided, in a more serious tone, you told her, “And for the record, we are not a thing.”

Ellie stared at you in disbelief. “Get out of here, you lying sack of shit! You totally are!”

“I know it’s hard to understand. But just because two people—” You trailed off, trying to choose your words carefully. It was more often than not that you had to remind yourself that despite what Ellie had been through and all she had seen, she was still fourteen. A fucking child.

“Bump uglies?” she suggested, wiggling her eyebrows.

You sighed. “Jesus Christ, please don’t ever fucking say that out loud again.” You paused briefly, running a hand through your hair. “But yes. Just because two people do what he and I were doing, that doesn’t mean anything. For a lot of people, it can be quite meaningless actually. It does not mean they are a thing. Me and Joel? Not a thing. Understood?”

Ellie blinked. “That’s probably the biggest pile of bullshit I’ve ever heard. Even before last night, I knew you two were a thing. Whether either of you admit it or not. I can tell.”

You knew better than to play into what she was saying, but the sheer curiosity got the better of you.

What had Ellie noticed about you and Joel?

“What do you mean?”

She shrugged, bringing her knees up to her chest. “I dunno. The way you look at him. The way he looks at you. He’s a guy who doesn’t seem to give a shit about too many things or too many people. But I know he does give a shit about you. He cares about you. Even if he might have a shitty ass way of showing it.”

You glanced back over at Joel and then back at Ellie, confused.

“And you can deny it all you want. But if there’s one thing that stone cold asshole cares about, it’s definitely you,” Ellie stated firmly.

Your mouth fell open slightly, unsure what to say to her.

“What the hell are you two yappin’ about over there?” Joel called, looking over his shoulder.

“Nothing!” Ellie practically sang, causing him to roll his eyes and turn his attention back to his task.

“Well then, get off your asses and let’s get a fuckin’ move on. Ain’t got time to waste.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us imagine #joel miller imagine #perdo pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #tlou imagine #the last of us fic #the last of us fanfiction

[deartrent]

mum's emotions — taa

summary: pent-up emotions and frustrations as a first-time mom finally surface when you find yourself in the familiar arms of trent

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x fem!reader

notes: my first ever post on here. didn't really come out the way i intended, idrk if i like it, but let me know what you guys think!!

what you felt was wrong. you knew it was wrong on so many levels. you couldn't help but feel the way you did though. seeing trent take care of your baby so naturally, as if he'd experienced being a father before, sparked something inside of you that you didn't know you were capable of feeling. you couldn't tell if it was anger, disappointment or jealousy. all you could think of was how come i carried that baby for 9 months, just to be the worst mother of all time?

trent noticed your frustrations. he could tell when he'd come home from training and you'd greet him coldly or shoot daggers when he'd steal the baby from you, the cries stopping as soon as he held her in his arms, so gently. you were never the type to verbalise your feelings and trent knew not to push you to that point either, but he also knew you were slowly reaching your limit. he wished he could stay home more often to help you out, to take some of the workload off of you, but his schedule didn't allow him to.

"look she smiled," trent turned your daughter to face you, unaware that you had been observing them for the past two minutes. their smiles resembled so much, something you had prayed for way before getting pregnant.

it took everything in you to fake a smile, masking the emptiness you felt inside. trent could sense your mind was racing, your silence speaking louder than words. his heart ached seeing you in this state, reminiscing on the bubbly version of you prior to giving birth.

"she can sense your emotions you know," trent spoke after getting no reaction from you, walking over to where you stood, with your daughter against his chest, "when mum's stressed, she will be too, i read it somewhere." you felt vulnerable as trent towered over you, trying his best to read your facial expressions. you hadn't been too verbal lately, with trent having to rely on body language. he had no clue the reason you hadn't been verbal was the inability to hold in tears whenever trent would try and have a conversation about anything baby related. instead of confiding in him, you chose to distance yourself.

you didn't know how much longer you could hold everything in though, and without a single warning, you felt your eyes well up, a burning sensation confirming that your tear-filled eyes had turned bloodshot red by now. trent was caught off guard, not knowing what to do next. this was the first time you'd shown a different emotion than anger and annoyance since the baby had arrived.

trent's first instinct was to put the baby down on the playmat, before engulfing you into an embrace you didn't realise you needed until your face sunk into trent's chest, the all too familiar scent and sense of warmth, comfort and security washing over you. you sobbed into his shirt, his large hands caressing your back as he tried soothing you.

"please talk to me babe, tell me what's on your mind," trent begged and for the first time since bringing your daughter home, you thought of trent, instead of yourself. you thought about how he must've felt, being a first time parent himself and having to deal with taking care of the baby on one hand, but on the other hand having to deal with an angry, irritated girlfriend, not knowing what exactly is going on because you simply did not communicate with him. you could only imagine how scary and lonely it must have been for him.

"i just need a break," you sobbed, barely audible but you knew if anyone would understand you, it would be trent. "i don't know what i'm doing, i don't know if i'm feeding her correctly, i don't know if i'm dressing her warm enough, all she does is cry and i have no idea what she wants. i'm just a shit mother, i wasn't made for this." you took the opportunity to dump all of your frustrations.

"stop, don't say that," trent pried you off of him to create a little distance as he held your face with both hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs, "you're doing great, i promise. she's alive, she's healthy, that means you're doing a good job." trent tried reassuring you, your breath shaky from all the sobbing. "she's crying, because she senses your emotions," you melted into trent's hands, the eyes you were so in love with fixated on yours, making your surroundings disappear, "she just wants you to be happy, we both do." guilt was the next thing you felt.

you felt guilty because you'd left trent in the dark, taking your frustrations out on him, while all he wanted to do was help, "i'm so exhausted trent, i can't remember last time i slept a full night," you continued your rant, "i miss just cuddling with you and not be interrupted," you could see the corner of trent's lips turn upwards, igniting the same warm, fuzzy feeling you'd been feeling ever since the first day you'd met; the one thing that hadn't changed since the birth of your baby. trent placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, before placing your head on his chest once more, "you know, i have a day off tomorrow, i can ask my mum to babysit and we could just stay in bed all day," trent suggested, earning a chuckle from you.

you could feel trent's heart beat against your temple and as you further sunk into his arms, you realised just how blessed you really were. you couldn't imagine having a baby with anyone other than trent, the idea of building a family with him easing your mind. he was everything you wanted and from the moment you told him you were pregnant, you knew that you and your baby were in safe hands. and that was all that mattered.

"i would love that," you looked up, pressing your lips to his luscious ones in a kiss you didn't know you craved.

#trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold imagines #trent alexander arnold blurb #trent alexander arnold fluff #trent alexander arnold one shot #football imagines #football blurb #football fluff #football one shot #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold x you #trent alexander arnold fic #football x reader #football x you #taa x reader #taa x you #taa imagines #taa blurb #taa #taa one shot

[divineei]

TOOTM  zero. old beginnings

! go kyungjun x fem!reader

# relationship lore, first meeting, heavy infatuation, mentions of kyung jun having daddy and mommy issues

a/n. chill yall i swear im putting my whole authorussy on this

months before the school trip…

rain pours on top of the bus stop's roof. although tiny, the cover is enough to prevent kyung jun's clothes from getting even wetter.

if only he had brought an umbrella. he was in such a rush to get out of his house after yet another fight with his parents, he didn't even hear the water falling from the sky before it was too late and was already running around the streets.

kyung jun had no idea how long had passed since he stormed out, not that he cared anyway. he considered this ten times better than all the yelling at home. when he managed to ignore the cold, the little bus stop was peaceful; quiet.

or it was.

he dug in his pocket to take out a cigarette and put it in his mouth when the sound of hurried footsteps stepping on puddles distracted him. he turned his head towards the noise, immediately setting eyes on the figure sprinting towards him: a girl in winter clothes held a bag above her head as a shield from the rain while she ran in his direction. she stopped right next to him, breathing heavily and drenched in water.

kyung jun turned his attention back to his tobacco. he paid her no mind. why would he? he had enough to deal with seeing as he also fell victim to the pouring rain.

he felt the weight of the stranger sitting at the other end of the bench as he took out his lighter. however, rolling the flint wheel was useless as only a spark came out. he tried again. and again. and again, but still no flame. kyung jun's breath rose erratically and his pent-up frustration with it.

"fucking piece of shit", he sent the thing flying with as much force he could manage, making it break into pieces. was nothing supposed to work in his favor? he can't stop misbehaving like he promised his mother, he can't be the top of his class like he promised his father, he can't stop himself from lashing out right in their faces; for fucks sake he can't even light a cigarette. maybe they were right: he was worthless.

out of the corner of his eye, he saw something being handed to him. the stranger had reached her arm out with a lighter in hand. kyung jun's eyes varied from it to the face he'd been ignoring: drops of water were falling from her hair to her cheeks, she wore headphones around her neck and a lit cigarette between her parted lips, with eyes that stared at him through wet lashes, waiting for him to accept the offer.

he reached for the lighter, brought it close to him, and finally took a puff of his cigarette.

"you okay?", asked the pretty girl.

he looked back at her, seemingly taken aback by her interest but nodding nonetheless.

their interaction was cut short with a quick smile from her as she put her headphones on.

in his mind, kyung jun caught himself juggling feelings from shame to disappointment, realizing maybe he wanted somebody to ask if he was alright. he wouldn't have minded an opening to more conversation, even if it was to forget his troubles for just a few minutes. but he understood. i mean, who would care about a stranger on the streets anyway? who would care about him anyway?

the time passed as quickly as did his pack of cigarettes and now, with an empty box in his pocket, kyung jun's anger was rising once again. not because of the distress of his mind though but because of the loud music disturbing his peace.

after what felt like hours of trying to ignore the noise, he decided he had enough and aggressively waved his hand to catch the girl's attention.

"mmh?", she looked at him and removed one of the speakers.

"turn that shit off."

"excuse me?" she scoffed raising her brows.

"i said," kyung jun pointed at the headphones that were now around her neck, "turn it off. it's fucking annoying me."

she let out a teasing chuckle. was she... laughing at him right now? "fuck off. i'll listen to my music however i want."

...the fuck? his mouth opened in disbelief. this was a first. nobody, and i mean nobody, would even think of talking back to him like that.

"who do you think you're talking to?" he turned his body to her with a scowl intimidating enough to make anyone at his school go running with their tail between their legs.

"someone with no taste in music, apparently."

damn, she really was laughing at him.

kyung jun's mouth opened to fight back but no words came out. he couldn't believe it. he was stunned. did the rain wash out every threatening aspect of him?

it could be the cold, the shock, the contagious smirk of the pretty girl, or maybe the exhaustion finally catching on to him, but for whatever reason, he couldn't find it in him to say anything back. so he laughed. just slightly. some probably would consider it more of a defeated sigh. but he did.

"what?"

her smile was taunting him, provoking him to keep talking.

"nothing", yet he didn't have the energy for it, not right now. so today, he'd let it slide.

her smile shifted from cheeky to genuine when he brushed her off. as much as she enjoyed the banter, she had enough awareness not to tease any further.

"you know what," instead, she disconnected her headphones before handing her phone to the guy. "if my music is so annoying to you, show me something better."

kyung jun frowned, but a small smile graced his face, betraying his attempt at indifference.

and so he accepted her offer, for the second time that day.

minutes went by with surface-level conversation and recommended songs. it was a pleasant distraction for him, at least enough to make him miss the way his pulse merged with the beats of the tunes. they enjoyed their time together until the faint sound of wheels appeared in the distance. turning off the music, the pretty girl stood up in front of him.

oh right, the bus.

for a second, he forgot where they were.

"well, that's my ride" she announced, just seconds before said ride stopped before them.

for a second, time seemed to freeze.

the girl said something else, but whatever it was fell on deaf ears. it felt like his senses were failing him all of a sudden.kyung jun sat there, helpless and paralyzed, as he watched her walk away. a chill ran down his spine, causing goosebumps to break out all over his body. his mind was screaming at him to do something, anything, to make her stay just a little bit longer. he wanted to ask for her name, to strike up more conversation, to find out who she was and where she was going. but he couldn't bring himself to move. all he could do was see her disappear, without time to wonder what might have been.

when he came to his senses the bus was out of sight, and the empty spot on the bench felt heavier than ever.

kyung jun looked at the sky. there was not a single ray of sun to be seen, but at least the rain had finally stopped. he leaned back and just as his hands came to rest in his pockets he touched something cold. he took it out, eyes falling on a lighter. her lighter.

he could feel the beat of his heart against his ribcage. why? where did all this adrenaline come from? since when has he become so soft as to let such a flimsy little thing make his head spin and his face fire up?

"fuck", he cursed to the skies.

as the days went by, his intense but short-lived experience with that stranger remained fresh in the back of his mind. no matter how many times he tried to blur her face she was like a ghost that reappeared every time he looked away, a fading memory he couldn't fully forget. 

at the back of the school's building kyung jun took the last puff of his cigarette just when the bell announced the start of classes. he dropped what was left of it on the floor at the same time his two companions dropped the innocent student they had been tormenting. they walked together to their classroom with the same enthusiasm as a kid who received a pair of socks for christmas and sat in the back row. 

"good morning, class", the teacher greeted as she stood in front of the students, who immediately saluted back.

kyung jun rolled his eyes and laid down on his desk with no thought other than finding the perfect position for the three-hour nap he was about to take until his next break, wondering if his dreams would finally be undisturbed by images of the one he couldn't fail to recall again and again. 

"alright," the teacher clasped her hands to get the class' attention. "before starting our lesson, i'm pleased to inform you that we have a new student coming in today and i hope you'll help them accommodate to the school."

already starting to doze off, kyung jun's eyes remained closed even after someone knocked on the door and the tutor welcomed them in. "welcome, please come in and introduce yourself."

"hello everyone, my name is yoon yn. i hope we get along well."

what the...?

his eyes shot open. 

there's no way. no fucking way.

he saw the new student politely bowing at the front of the room like she wasn't the same that had been living in his mind rent free day, night, and day again. 

"thank you. please, take a sit."

she walked like in slow motion towards the back of the room and, for a split second, their eyes met. the idea that he must've already fallen into a deep slumber invaded him when she sent him a subtle smile before sitting just a few sits away from him.

the teacher regathered the attention of the room and started her lesson. needless to say, his plan of breezing through the school day with a nap got ruined.

hours passed insanely slow until the bell rang through the speakers and announced a much-needed break. 

having pulled up two chairs by his side, jin-ha was cracking up at something on seung-bin's phone. whatever it was, kyung jun couldn't care less. his eyes were set on the crowd surrounding the new girl as his classmates smothered her with questions and compliments.

"are you new in town, yn?"

"what school did you use to go to?"

"were you in any clubs?"

"well–", yn tries to answer in between the frenzy.

"O-M-G, you should join our cheerleading group!" interrupted mi-na.

"im not interested in any clubs, thank you" yn declined with a smile.

"oh, of course." said so-mi, "someone like you was probably on the student council, right? you can always help me and jun-hee with-"

"i'll pass. thank you, so-mi."

"woaah, the class president got rejected!" heo yool pointed out and the small crowd joined in the teasing.

in the chaos of it all, she managed to find him staring. the moment was brief, yet enough for kyung jun's heart to skip a beat. 

"you know her?" 

"huh?"

"do you know her?", jin ha repeated. "the new girl."

kyung jun hesitated but shook his head, "no, i don't."

"could it be?", seung bin dramatised. "does ko kyung jun have a crush?" 

his friends patted his back, mocking him, and giggled in unison. 

"shut up," kyung jun sighed and leaned back on his chair closing his eyes with his arms crossed, trusting they'd get the hint that his temper was better off not tested.

"he didn't say no," seung bin whispered, gaining a repressed chuckle from jin ha.

boring lessons and occasional glances between the delinquent and the new student continued throughout the day until finally the moment to get out that hellhole arrived. 

by the time kyung jun had his bag over one shoulder and ready to go the class was almost empty. yoon yn was putting away her stuff without any rush as if she wasn't the only one left in the classroom.

"hey, kyung jun!" seung bin shouted from the door. "you coming or not?"

"nah," he answered without turning his eyes away from the girl. "i'll see you tomorrow."

with a shrug, seung bin left the room with jin ha following after him, not before exchanging a knowing look.

"move, nerd!" was the last thing heard from the two vandals out on the hall before they left. 

kyung jun approached yn with the same caution you do a stray cat in fear it'll run away and with each step, his pulse accelerated. as the girl cleaned up her belongings, he leaned on the desk next to hers wth his hands inside his trousers' pockets.

"the uniform doesn't suit you, you know?"

she turned to him–smirking–their eyes met and, for the first time today, neither looked away.

"i could say the same for you", yn crossed her arms.

"i'd say it's better than wet clothes.", he shrugged.

"please," the girl rolled her eyes, "it was just a little rain."

"a little rain?", kyung jun repeated. "you were literally running with your bag on your head."

"you were watching me?", yn put a hand over her chest and furrowed her brows, yet her smug smile remained. "you weirdo."

"look who's talking, you fucking stalker."

"excuse me? why the fuck would i stalk you?", she pointed at him.

"you tell me," he teased, lifting his hands. "you're the one in my school."

kyung jun kept staring at yn waiting for another one of her snarky comments but instead she tightly closed her lips together.

"what?" he provoked.

unable to hold back any longer, she let out a peal of laughter which made kyung jun's eyes widen as much as his own smile. he couldn't help it, her laugh was contagious and the situation was amusing. randomly meeting someone and obsessing over them to later find out they just enrolled in the same school as you is something you would only see in movies; or fanfiction.

yet here they were.

"nothing", yn smiled, finally gathering her stuff and putting her backpack over her shoulder, ready to leave.

leave?

flashes of the day he thought he'd never see her again flooded kyung jun's mind. he couldn't bear it. to someone else, this might seem extreme; desperate. now that they were classmates he'd most likely see her every day, so why even panic in the first place? but maybe, just maybe, he was desperate. to him, seeing her leave felt devastating. like a reminder of the day his whole body failed to even ask her name. but if the universe saw it necessary for them to meet again, that meant he wasn't supposed to let her go, right?

kyung jun clumsily opened his backpack and took out the trinket he'd been carrying around since that rainy day, handing it to her.

yn stared at him with her eyebrows wrinkled.

"here", the guy insisted, slightly shoving the lighter toward her.

"why?"

"'fuck you mean why? it's yours."

"i told you to keep it. you didn't hear me?"

"oh," he felt what seemed like a heatwave run through his neck and ears. "i guess not."

"all that shit you gave me about my loud music and look at you." she mocked.

the guy lowered his head. he would have run away right then and there to avoid any more embarrassment if it wasn't for the little pride he still had.

"hey, uh..." she paused. "sorry, what's your name?"

all this time and he still hadn't introduced himself? fuck, he really couldn't do anything right, huh? 

"ko kyung jun."

"right. so, kyung jun, since it's such a nice day out i was wondering if you'd be free to show me around?" 

like on queue, sunshine started squeezing through the window’s blinds.

he wasn't sure if it really was the world roaring at him to see the signs or if she just happened to take pity on him, but whatever it was he felt relieved, and his anxiety washed away the moment he lifted his head to look at the girl with her arm extended.

this was it, wasn't it? the opportunity he keept missing? 

how many times will she have to reach out until you take the chance, dumbass?, screamed the universe.

"sure", kyung jun uttered. "i can do that."

she offered her hand, and for the final time, he accepted.

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Stress Relief

AN: I officially hate this man now. Fucking menace to society. Pretty much wrote this in a lustfilled frenzy lmao. I have pieces that have been my drafts for well over a month and, what does my brain decide to do? Vomit out Taehyun smut. Don't be shocked if you see a Beomgyu piece next. I have a lot of feelings about those two lately.

Synopsis: After a particularly frustrating workout session, your boyfriend is still very pent up. Fortunately for him, he has a girlfriend who will happily let him take it out on her. Heads up: Kang Taehyun x Fem! Reader, pwp, established relationship, Hard Dom! Taehyun, Sub! Reader, dirty talk, pet names, choking (f. receiving), facefucking (f. receiving), degradation (f. receiving), praise (f. and m. receiving), not titfucking but, Taehyun rubs his cock on Reader's boobs briefly, pussy spanking (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, slight Possessive! Taehyun, slight objectification (f. receiving), overstimulation (f. receiving), creampie, very brief mention of blood due to nail scratches, and Taehyun gets off on seeing Reader's tears.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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Taehyun reminds himself not to slam the apartment door behind him. He's an adult. Adults don't slam the door just because they have a shitty day.

The apartment is silent. He guesses you're in the bedroom is proven correct when he sees you vegging out on your shared bed. You're completely focused on whatever it is you're doing on your phone and, you fail to notice him taking you.

Seeing you acts as somewhat of a balm for his anger.

You startle when he drops his gym bag onto the floor, "Hyunnie, when did you get back? You scared me."

"Just a bit ago," he responds, making his way over to you. He smiles when you let out a quiet oof as he rests himself on top of you, nuzzling into your neck as his hands familiarise themselves with your thighs.

He closes his eyes when your hands reach up to rub his back and fiddle with his hair.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what's inspired this?" You ask partly amused at your boyfriend and, partly concerned.

"What? I can't just cuddle my girlfriend?" He asks against your skin, privately taking great delight in how you shudder at his lips and breath against your skin.

"You absolutely can cuddle your girlfriend, but you tend to only do this when something upsets you or makes you mad," you retort, "you also usually take a shower straight after the gym so, I know you're probably mad mad."

Well, leave it to you to read him like the back of your hand.

"Just some fucking asshole at the gym. And dealing with that put me in a shit mood so, I couldn't focus on my workout," he responds darkly against your skin, not taking notice of his grip tightening.

"I'm sorry to hear that, baby," you say softly, massaging his scalp in the way you know makes him melt against you.

You would never revel in your boyfriend being upset, but a part of you always finds it insanely attractive when he gets angry like this.

"It's okay, you have nothing to be sorry for," he groans against your neck, pressing kisses against the skin there.

"Still, I don't like seeing you so upset," you respond, cupping his face and making him meet your lidded gaze.

Taehyun is a very observant man. You are not the only one who can read the other incredibly well.

"Really? Because the way you're looking at me right now would say otherwise," he muses. Before you can stutter out a response, he presses his lips against yours. Not giving you any opportunity to catch your breath, licking into your mouth immediately.

His grip on your thighs is bruising now as your hands fist the back of his shirt.

Your hips buck up into his when his teeth nip at your bottom lip, one of his hands coming up to ghost around your throat.

"Please," you whine out softly, pressing further into him for any sort of relief.

"Begging already? You're more into this than I thought," your boyfriend muses, rolling his hips into you, allowing you to feel the drag of his hardening cock.

"Yes, Tae, please. Want you. Need you," you gasp desperately, your eyes rolling in the back of your skull as his grip tightens around your throat.

If you're this reactive to him being angry, maybe he should come home like this more often, he muses. Dark eyes taking in your already blissed out face. Your begging going straight to his cock, pre-cum smearing his boxers.

"Yeah? What do you want, baby?" He coos lowly into your ear, licking at the skin just below it as he continues to grind into you.

"Want you to touch me please," you moan out, quickly being reduced to a quivering mess with every brush against your clit. Even through all your respective layers of clothing, your boyfriend was very precise.

"I am touching you," he responds with a condescending grin, pressing down harder on the sides of your neck briefly to illustrate his point.

You try your best to articulate what you want, your mind going completely hazy, "I want you to touch me directly, please. My tits or my pussy or both, please. I'll take anything."

Well fuck, how could he deny you when you sounded so pathetic and pretty?

Taehyun pulls away from you briefly, and any protests die on your tongue when he impatiently tugs on your oversized shirt, tossing it somewhere on your bedroom floor. He stills for a moment to take you in, your breasts jiggling slightly with each of your laboured breaths and your wetness leaving a noticeable dark spot on your panties. Licking his lips, he wasn't sure where he'd like to start.

"Could you take off your shirt too, please?" You ask him shyly, and something familiar and affectionate settles in his system. You still get so bashful sometimes, and he thinks it's one of the cutest fucking things in the world.

"Of course, baby," he responds, tugging at his shirt and tossing it haphazardly as well. He doesn't fail to notice how your gaze turns even darker, mouth slightly agape as you take in his bare torso like you're seeing it for the first time.

Taehyun finally settles on what he wants first.

"Stay like that, baby. I'm going to fuck your mouth," he says and your reaction to his words his immediately. Your breathing becoming heavier as your thighs try and fail to subtly rub together to alleviate some of the ache he knows has settled between them.

All you do is nod as you watching him begin to take off his sweats and boxers as well, his cock an angry red and impossibly hard as it smacks against his ridiculously toned abdomen.

You've never felt more empty in your entire life.

You continue to watch transfixed as your boyfriend moves to straddle you in all his nude glory, his cock mere centimetres away from your face.

"See something you want?" He asks smugly, reaching down to languidly stroke himself in front of you, moaning both from the raw pleasure of it all and the desire to put on a bit of a show for you.

And it seems like it's working if the whimpers from your lips and your inability to not squirm as you stay completely focused on his cock are anything to go by.

"Hyunnie please," you breathe out, hands gripping the sheets harshly as your arousal seeps onto your upper thighs now.

"Please what? You know you have to tell me directly what you want," he groans out, hips slightly fucking into his fist.

"I want you to fuck my mouth, please," you moan, meeting his eyes this time around so, he knows you're serious and fast approaching the point of breaking.

"Open your mouth for me," he orders in a tone that leaves no room for questioning, groaning as you comply immediately.

"Such a good, obedient, little fucktoy," he moans, rubbing the tip of his cock along your awaiting tongue.

Your panties stick to you uncomfortably now, the familiar, slightly salty taste of him going straight to your pussy. You whimper slightly at his words, clenching around nothing as they wash over you.

"You love being my fucktoy don't you, baby? My personal slut to use however and whenever I want," he continues, pushing his cock further into your mouth slowly, eyes lidded as he watches your spit begin to coat him and dribble down your chin.

He smirks that arrogant smirk of his when all you can do is moan in response at his words and the weight of him against your tongue. Taehyun starts to pick up speed, fucking into your mouth faster as his hands find purchase on the headboard, his grip harsh.

He watches you the entire time, curses spilling from his mouth every time he bottoms out and your nose kisses his abdomen. At the beginning of your relationship, you struggled so much to get used to his girth, but now? You take him like a pro. It's like your throat was built to take his cock, and he tells you as much.

"My perfect, little cockslut. You take me so well, baby. Could cum down your throat right now," he moans, the tears spilling down your cheeks on further adding fuel to the fire as he continues to fuck into your mouth.

As much as Taehyun would love to see you struggle to swallow his cum, he has other plans in mind so with much self-restraint, he eases his cock out of you. Taking sadistic pleasure in the way you struggle to catch your breath and sputter slightly.

"Why'd you stop?" You ask a little hoarsely, your face scrunched up cutely in confusion. Fuck, if you kept looking at him like that, he might just pick up where he left off and cover your face in his essence.

"As much as I'd love to fuck your throat until you can't speak, I have other plans in mind," he responds, voice laced with dark promise as he shuffles downwards and rubs his spit and pre-cum covered cock against one of your breasts.

God, he fucking loves your tits.

He watches as his cock leaves wet trails all over your skin, taking special attention to circle one of your nipples with the head of his cock. The way you shudder and mewl underneath only serves to further invigorate him.

Eventually, he shuffles further downwards until he's nestled between your delectable thighs. Lidded eyes taking in your ruined panties and the juices smeared at the tops of your thighs.

You're so fucking hot and you were all his.

"You're soaked and all I've done is let you suck my cock," he mutters, grabbing his cock once more and lightly tapping your panty covered centre with it.

"Taehyun please," you whine out, your hips involuntarily lifting up in search of more.

The gasp that flies from your lips leaves you breathless as he harshly spanks your pussy over your panties, eyes intense as they meet yours.

"What did I say about using your words?" He asks like you're an idiot, the condescension only making your walls ache more.

"Please fuck me, Taehyun," you manage to utter, trying your best to stay still and behave.

"So you do know how to use your words," he responds with an upward tilt of his lips.

His hands making quick work of your panties.

Even after all this time, Taehyun thinks he'll never get used to the sight of you bare, soaked, and swollen with arousal for him. His cock twitching incessantly against his stomach.

"Such a fucking pretty pussy," he groans and means every word of it, shifting closer so he can align himself with your entrance.

You grow shy at his words, turning your head to the side to avoid his piercing gaze.

"None of that," he says, gripping your jaw and making you meet his eyes once more.

"You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen, Princess," he groans and you know he's being sincere. Still, you can't help the embarrassment that sometimes rises up inside you.

"Thank you, Hyunnie," you respond, turning your head to give his thumb a gentle kiss in a display of affection.

"If you keep being so cute, I might have to fuck you full of my cum," he says, beginning to sink into your tight, wet, scorching pussy.

He watches intently as your eyes roll into the back of your head, your thighs already quivering around him just from the sensations of him sinking into you.

Usually he makes sure to prep you more, his girth still being a little too much for you sometimes but, he was so high strung that he had to feel you around him immediately or, he'd likely lose his mind.

You don't seem to be complaining though.

"Hy-Hyunnie," you babble out already just from the feeling of him finally bottoming out inside of you. He's so hard and thick and brushes all the right spots inside of you that you wouldn't be surprised if you came on his dick minutes from now.

"My little cockslut," he groans into your ear, moving his hand from your jaw back to your throat as he begins to move.

Taehyun doesn't give you much of an opportunity to adjust because his pace is unforgiving from the get-go. Stretching you out thoroughly on his cock over and over and over again while his grip on your neck remains consistent, tightening from time to time.

All you can do is lie there and take it. Fingernails dragging down his muscular back and high-pitched sounds of pleasure coupled with his name spilling from your lips.

"You're so big," you gasp out, fresh tears spilling down your face as your boyfriend fucks into relentlessly.

The praise shoots straight to Taehyun's dick and he gives you a particularly brutal thrust as a reward, his hand moving from your neck to draw quick circles against your swollen clit, "Yeah? You love my big cock inside of you, don't you, Princess?"

Between his words and his cock and fingers it's no wonder your orgasm slams into you viciously. Everything seizing all at once as you grip his cock like a vice and fresh wetness gushes on both of your thighs and your sheets. Fingernails likely leaving red marks in their wake on his back, but neither of you can bring yourselves to truly care.

Taehyun watches you fall apart beneath him. Your face completely blissed out as he continues to fuck you and, touch your clit. Fuck, you feel fucking amazing and Taehyun finds himself chasing his own release now. Eager to join you.

"You're so fucking hot. So fucking sexy when you cum on my dick," he groans into your neck, messily kissing the skin there once more.

"Tae, w-wait. Too much," you breathe out, feeling overwhelmed by his unrelenting thrusts into you and his fingers which have not let up on your swollen clit, even while you try to deal with the aftershocks of your climax.

"Good fucktoys take whatever they're given," he rumbles against your skin, gritting his teeth as your walls attempt to milk him for his cum.

You've barely ridden out your first orgasm before the second grips you even more viciously. This time, you're sure you've drawn blood from your boyfriend's skin. Tears flowing down your face freely now as the overstimulation completely wrecks you.

That's when Taehyun feels himself seize up as well. Making sure to bury himself to the hilt inside of you as he floods your walls with his seed, hands moving to grip your thighs to ground himself all the while. Broken moans spilling from his lips freely as his hips twitch and weakly move against you as he rides out his own release.

You both feel like human puddles as you lay in each other's arms, catching your respective breaths. Your hands move to stroke his hair while his soothingly massage your hips and thighs.

"How're you feeling?" He asks you quietly, looking up at you and inspecting your face through his bangs to make sure he wasn't too much. A small smile blooms on your face at your boyfriend's concern. Cute. "I'm okay. A little sore but okay nonetheless."

"Okay, good. I thought I might've been a bit too much," he says, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder in-between words.

"No, you were fine. You know I can take it, Hyunnie. You're more than welcome to take your anger out on me at any time," you respond with a coy smile, playing with the ends of his hair.

"Don't tempt me," your boyfriend says with a tone that's mostly joking but, there's an edge to it.

You know you two just had sex but, you can't the want that sits low and heavy in your gut from his words and his voice.

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Sweetness

Alejandro Vargas x fem/reader(18+)

COD/MW2

[Slight breeding kink,]

Your back is straight, your legs are crossed, your smile so sweet under your circumstances it looks sick. Encased in a metal confine, surrounded by men who can kill you in a few seconds, you’d have to play in their game. So you continue your streams of enigmatic answers to their interrogation.

“Valeria’s right.”

Your objective in this whole missile mishap, mission, or whatever the hell people would call it is simple. Everyone just seems to think other wise. Money talks and you keep the conversation going. It just so happens that your morals revolves around dollar bills, in pesos, pounds, or any forms so long as you can cash it in the bank.

“ That’s it. Hmph! You’re working for her? Over her? With her? Cual es?”

Alejandro who’s growing tired of your answers, breaks in a huff of frustration. He grew sick of Valeria’s taunt and now he has to deal with a new face that’s somehow less mouthy but much more vexing. Although his growing curiosity about who this vixen is maybe the real cause of his pent up anger.

“Guapo, if you want me to keep talking you’d have to pay me.”

You literally have to bite back a laugh at how the brunette you heard the men call, Alejandro turn slightly pink at the nickname. He honestly could not begin to comprehend why the way you called him handsome made him so flustered.

Flirting to safety wasn’t the first plan but if that’s what it takes, you know now how to begin. You couldn’t fully speak Spanish but even if you don’t speak at all you’d still have his eyes on you.

“How about this. Since this is most important to you…I’ll tell you first.”

That sickly smile now completely focus on Alejandro as the rest of the men seem to uncomfortably shift in their stance while waiting for you to continue.

“I’ll even discount my answers, if everybody else scrams.”

A chuckle slips through your lips as they somehow actually begin to consider your terms with quick glances at each other. Then letting out a huff, Graves orders everyone out of the metal container leaving only you and Alejandro.

Oh how easy it is for you to bust out of here.

They actually left. Although they may be outside, they left you alone with no restrains, unarmed but gifting a delicious man fully equipped.

You don’t know how to put your finger on it but every since meeting him on the roof of the cartel lieutenant’s mansion, Alejandro made you want to tease him. Getting captured with Valeria wasn’t part of the plan but staying that long in the Mediterranean home wasn’t either. Who could predict in the midst of your side hustle a whole ass swat team would ransack the place.

They’ve probably also figured out that you don’t have much loyalty towards Valeria and work for someone else completely, seeing how much authority you had in a house full of cartels. Even the mafia don’t treat their guests like royalty but they most definitely wanted your blessing. Now it was their job to decipher why and why not also ask about the missiles since you seem to know plenty.

And that’s what led you here, under interrogation in a metal container. Although with your skills you could walk away free, you’d be a little disappointed having to end your fun here.

“Well-”

“Ah! My price first.”

Pressing your index finger on Alejandro’s lips seemed to startled him just a tad. But that might be him not realizing how close you were to him.

“I’d have to see about transferring you pesos-,”once again the man is hushed by your finger. He’d be so entertaining to break, you’d just have to get closer. With his rifle out of the way…

“Aww, sweetling. I never said you’d have to pay me money,” taking a chance you stepped closer. Your front now pressed against the gun, you look up to study his face. His eyes are heavy, pupils blown, kissable lips slightly parted as he took a sharp intake of air. Oh and the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed as he gulped down his nerves. You knew he’s guard is on the edge of a drop.

Ugh! Who knew a man could look so appetizing that your the one feeling like there’s a 70ft drop before you. Come on! This is no time to be a pussy.

“Uhm…no?” Gosh the way his accent soaks into the smallest words that he lets out soaks your panties. Your starting to question if you’d break first.

“No. Do you want to know what my price is, Alejandro?” You keep your voice as light as your right hand when it reached his gun and sweeps it seamlessly out of the way. Fuck! Why are you getting so nerved.

Finally standing on your tippy toes you move to his left ear, leaving light breathes that caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. As smoothly as it went your right hand delicately traces its way from his chest, shoulders and then to gingerly rub the stubble along his jaw and upper neck.

Let’s just hope he doesn’t hear the heart beat bashing on your chest.

Come Y/N! Swallow those timid valor! You never had them before today.

With your mouth tracing his earlobe you continue the teasing. “Alejandro…fuck-please touch me.”

Aight, it’s up.

You knew the butterflies in your stomach at the start should’ve been a sign to take caution. Flirting your way to safety would’ve been easy if you weren’t getting wet feeling the hardness pressing on your stomach.

Your statement should’ve been confident and alluring but it escaped you sounding way too desperate with the airy whimper.

On top of that the soft grunt he made when you pressed your front harder on his cock had you rolling your eyes. Fucking hell! There’s no way a man can have this much affect on you!

“Ah-fuck. Alejandro, I want you to touch me. Mmhp…wanna feel you inside me, fuck your cum into me. Oh god, please. I’ll tell you anything. Just please, please fuck me-

You couldn’t even finish before he lost his senses, dropping the gun and dug his big hands into your waist. Sliding his gloved palms downwards, the brunette then lifted you into that solid body of his and rushed to press your back on the metal wall.

Your hands weaving into his hair as his mouth went to work on your neck. His chest pressed so tightly against yours that your breathe heaved even more and oh did those heavy pants and small whimpers egged him on.

The self-assured and flirtatious vixen now starting to melt in his palms and she looked so enticing all the while. Her cropped black tank top strap had fell off her shoulder, leaving more room for him to kiss and gnaw at. Her also black spandex they had left her in after ridding her cargo pants full of weapons and ammo was not doing a good job covering her neediness. Taking a quick glance he could already see her leaving wet patches on the front of his jacket. The sight alone made a moan slip out of him. If that wasn’t enough his hardness was aching in his pants, begging to be relieved.

“La hostia! Muñeca-my cremalle-mi zipper princesa”, even with his rushed sentence you understood. Hands leaving his hair, you reached his belt buckle. Then with some shuffling it came loose with sufficient room for you to unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, pulling it down just enough to also bring his boxers with it.

His tip immediately bumped your lower ass before you started to take him in your palms. With steady strokes, feeling the veins along his length, his girth that your fingers and thumb barley touched, you knew he was just a size too big. His pre-cum ran down to your palms making you instinctively lick your lips and pant. This might sting but you can already feel your girl pulse and drool for him.

“Alejandro,” with a whine you unhook your legs form his waist. Your feet meeting the ground again before you began stripping for a man you met just a few hours ago. And he absolutely ate up the sight before him.

Left in only your panties, damp skin kissed by the hot sun of Las Almas. The man wanted to ask what did he do for The Lord to bless him with you? Or perhaps it was the Devil that sent you to him. You just looked so heavenly and sinful. Hair now loose from the braid it was in, the stray strands framed your beguiling face. He had a thought you might’ve just been playing his heart strings to get your way but your doe eyes and pouty lips that are begging him to continue throw those thoughts away. He wanted to know about your stories, what made you came to Las Almas. Beyond the stories of missiles and the cartel, why you’d put yourself in such danger. But that would have wait for another time.

Alejandro rushed to hike you back up, this time roughly pressing his hot lips to your pillowy ones. Heavy breathing bounced off the container’s walls as the two bodies take in as much air as they could while devouring in each other’s rousing scents, electrifying touch and the thrilling environment they were currently in.

This was supposed to be an interrogation…

You flirted often, yes. But you definitely weren’t the most experienced with intimacy and with the pace Alejandro’s tongue moved into your mouth, you knew the footing on your plan had completely crumbled away.

He pressed his body harder on yours, gripping his right hand on your hip, taking in as much of you he could. Your small mewls that left your lips. Along with the strings of sounds, the smell of vanilla blended with coconut and some florals. It’s like the man couldn’t pick up on the musky scent of sex as his left hand made its way to your panties.

“Mierda. You’ve runined your panties Muñeca,”

You moaned in his mouth as he reconnected your lips. Pushing your panties to the side before he rather impatiently inserted his middle and index fingers, as if to test your readiness for his cock. With a gravely grunt Alejandro began working in your pussy that was now making a mess all over his digits. He reluctantly paused his ravaging in your mouth once more to look at his work below.

“ Fuck Muñeca! Your pussy’s already in love with my fingers. Imagine how much she’ll love my cock stuffing her full, hm.”

All you could do was mewl and curse into his shoulders as he stuffed your throbbing womanhood. This smug man then begin to laugh at your current state.

“Que pasa, Muñeca? What happened to that assertive vixen telling my men to scram so she can bargain for her safety?”

It was now your turn to blush. You couldn’t for your life begin to think anymore. His scent was intoxicating you, hints of cleanly soap, gun powder and musk was enough to make you lose your mind. What else? His voice and accent. God have mercy you could cum with just his talks alone. AND don’t even get started on his long fingers working in and out, now pairing with his thumb on your clit.

You can feel a certain knot tying itself in your stomach, the twisting feeling caused your body to tremble and your eyes to brim with tears. The increase in volume and movement was a dead giveaway that you were close. Even so, Alejandro removed his hand from you core, cutting off the high that had been peaking thus far.

“N-no, please. Please, Alejandro.” Fuck. Your watery eyes with those lips that he made red and swollen caused his cock to drip. Such a pathetic plea and face along with a moan of his name.

“Aw, I know guapa. I just wanted to give that needy pussy of yours something bigger.”

With a taunting pout, Alejandro then gripped your sides before a hand left to guide his cock to your messy hole. He then let your body slowly slid down his length.

“Mierda! Your so tight. And what a fucking mess your making of my pants, princesa,” he couldn’t help his strangled moans as you took him in so willingly with the most welcoming clench on his manhood.

“Alejan-fuck! Too much.” You whine with hazy eyes as tears fell from the sting as well as the delight of him bullying his way inside.

Alejandro the tease only chuckled at your words, “your doing so well princesa, taking in my cock. Come on, you can take all of it.” He sang praises as he continue to slowly sink into you, kissing away the tears that had fallen on your flushed cheeks.

When he finally bottomed out he pulled back up to the tip before refilling your sloppy pussy and setting steady pace. Your volume now becoming alarmingly loud so as to prevent his team from hearing, his lips were back on yours.

Of course if the team hadn’t heard your voice already they probably hear the wet squelches as Alejandro’s cock picked up the pace. Feeling you flutter around him and hearing your increase in volume he began slamming so hard you couldn’t help but drip down his balls and to the floor.

Legs wrapped tightly around his waist, armed draped over his shoulders while he worked you up and down his manhood. You dissolved into putty in his arms, only able to babble incoherent words into his mouth. Saliva was slipping from the edges as he continued his assault in your hot cavern. Every audible cry you began to muster with your lips parted and connecting to his with a string of wetness would dissipate as he ate them up.

Ya, as if the team could hear…

The team catching on to Alejandro’s ‘special interrogation’ was the last thing he cared to pounder about anyways.

“Mmm, princesa. Your pussy’s a real fucking treat.”

And his cock is making you drunk.

“After this I’m never letting you leave.”

And you didn’t want to.

“You gonna let my breed your pussy, hm? Cum deep inside your filthy hole?”

“Fuck Yes! Please, please! Give your cum please.”

Alejandro’s pretty done keeping your voice down. Besides, he may as well give his men a treat hearing your pretty cries for his cum and cock that they would never indulge in themselves.

“Cum on me then, Muñeca.”

Just like a magic command, the build up in your core since Alejandro’s fingers fucked your pussy snapped.

Your high came crashing down in tremors and sniffling sobs. So out of breathe you barely finish chanting his name, whiteness covering your vision you’d think you were going to heaven. And what’s an even better feeling then this high heaven? His cum pumping into you as he groaned and thrusts it in deeper. More moans pass through you as Alejandro couldn’t help but grind his seeds into your hot mess, now leaking with his cum.

“Ugh, mierda. Your going to get me in trouble guapa.” With a soft laugh Alejandro peeked at the mess you two made below before his gaze carried back to your fucked-out face. God, just your face alone was making his length stir again.

BANG BANG!!

“Fucking hell! There better good intel after you guys clean up whatever mess y’all made in there!”

Ghost’s voice could be heard from behind the container door as strings of snickers followed. Keeping his gaze on your heavy lids that were now blown wide from the sudden startle, Alejandro knew he’d have to continue this later.

“Ya, ya.”

Yup. You weren’t leaving even if you spill your whole life story to the Spanish man.

#alejandro vargas #interrogation #enemies to lovers #military #smut #x reader #simon riley #john soap mactavish #alejandro vargas x reader #fem reader #fanfic

[dichromaticdyke]

ALRIGHT I'LL POST MY ANALYSIS OF THE MTL JERK-OFF SCENE HERE TOO.

you're welcome @ogurizz

for reference, this is a character analysis based solely off the scene in "Writersklok" where Nathan explains their "process" to Abigail. yes, i'm serious.

nathan:

sleeping on the floor with piles of booze and drugs, not surprising there. though out of everyone who’s still asleep, he’s the only one who’s at the very least stirring, and he’s checking the time. he’s aware he has to be at least somewhat responsible for the band getting up and working, but he doesn’t want to.

then for breakfast, he’s just staring angrily at his plate of meat and eggs and potatoes. kind of unenthused, like this is the meal he used to eat in his football days just to bulk up—there’s no joy in it, it’s just routine.

the most emotion we see from him in this scene is when he’s jacking off, he looks both intense and and also like he’s VERY pent up. which i think is reminiscent of how he’s the one who craves a romantic connection the most. even though he does have casual sex, it doesn’t seem to be fulfilling him.

pickles:

passed out in his bathroom, clearly hungover and had a rough bender the night before. there’s something very lonely about it—despite them all being addicts who love to party and binge drink, pickles is still the one who does it to the most excess, and that’s so common that it’s normal for no one else to be around afterwards. they know he’ll be “fine.”

and he is, he gets his cinnamon buns, indulging in something that we know makes him very happy. his face there looks a bit happy but also a bit unsure. i mean based off the framing of this shot, it’s implied they’re all having breakfast alone. which might not be true, they all do seem like they could be together in the same room since they’re each in different areas, but that could also just speak to the familiarity they have with each other. even when they’re alone, that’s their spot.

but back to pickles, casual smirk while jacking off. not much to say except—this one’s for you pickle fuckers.

murderface:

he’s also been drinking. the way he’s positioned too, his arms crossed like they usually are reflects his typical disdain and anger that he carries through life. he can’t find a moment of peace, even when sleeping.

he’s clearly not getting enough sleep, though, likely still troubled by something, whether it’s anxiety/insecurity or nightmares about his father, and so all he has for breakfast is coffee.

again, he seems most at peace while jacking off, and he’s also really focused. we know he’s not getting as much action as the rest of the band, but he’s at least found a way to deal with it so he doesn’t get too frustrated.

toki:

funnily enough, he has the easiest time sleeping. i think that’s crazy given his TRAUMA, but he clearly has a routine he sticks to. he’s got his sleep mask on, he’s sleeping in his clothes on top of his bed like a heathen—whatever it is, he knows how to get comfortable, and honestly? probably just having a bed AT ALL is better than his childhood, so that’s all he needs.

then he has just a very simple cereal for breakfast—even though he could have anything he wants, and even though he DOES indulge at times, he prefers the simple things in many cases.

and he jacks off like a maniac: not only is he using that intense focused face he makes while coloring and texting (clearly coloring, sex, and social interaction all fire off the same synapses in his brain) but he’s also. not in his room. @supersaturnnyoomkitty and i have talked about this before and we don’t know where the hell he is in this shot. but he’s not comfortable jacking off in his room, probably because of all the creepy pictures of his parents staring at him.

skwisgaar:

my babygirl…sleeping with a bunch of groupies who he’d just spent the night with. i always think it’s interesting that he lets his groupies stay the night, i think he longs for the closeness/intimacy of sharing a bed with someone after sex, but he’d never admit it.

at breakfast, he just looks bored. he had a beer and nathan’s coffee mug and waffles, but all he’s interested in is his guitar. that’s all he’s ever truly interested in, regardless of who else may or may not be around.

and then he’s naked when he’s jacking off. because of COURSE he is. besides guitar, sex is the only thing he’s good at, he takes it very seriously, very intensely. besides guitar, it’s probably the only worth he thinks he has.

and then none of them really feel like recording. not because they’re dispassionate about music, obviously they’re not. they all care deeply about music and dethklok, even if they’re just terribly lazy. because they have gotten so used to the rockstar lifestyle that it’s easy for them to fall back on base pleasures, even when they’re all clearly suffering from loneliness or trauma, and they can just WORK ON THAT if they made music together, if they worked together as a BAND a FAMILY. but they don’t always want to, because it’s gay to care.

i spent way too much time looking at this scene to write this, i deserve recompense.

#dichromaticdyke.exe #Metalocalypse #written in a fit of divine madness #Nathan Explosion #Pickles the Drummer #William Murderface #Toki Wartooth #Skwisgaar Skwigelf #you are lucky that i was already bullied by others to write this out lmfao #also nyoom sorry for pinging you again for this lol

[iluvzaddies]

run rabbit run (2)

pairing: yandere!childe x reader

warnings: unhealthy behavior/relationship, violence, nsfw

inspired by: episode 8 of the hbo series “the last of us”

summary: you are out of food as well as medical supplies, so in order to save your father, you take matters into your own hands. you unexpectedly run into a young master in the forest, who is after the same rabbit as you. since he is persistent on getting the rabbit, you make a bargain with him. he develops a liking to you and decides you are his new personal little rabbit.

twenty minutes later, childe’s butler returned with the supplies. you were still holding up your rifle and it made him quite nervous to go near you, but he had gotten used to being around dangerous stuff, so it didn’t faze him as much as it did back then.

“here. medical supplies, medication and food supplies.” he stated, handing over the goods to you.

you snatched all of it from him, rummaging through the first aid kit to see if it was legit, reading whatever was jotted down on the penicillin bottles, and smelling the food to check if it was poisoned or not.

you sent the two men one last glare before running back to the direction of your house.

“not even a “thank you” or a “goodbye”? how impolite.” childe pouted as he watched your figure disappear into the forest, then he suddenly grinned and said, “i like her.”

“you what, master?” his butler choked on his saliva. “that peasant?–“

“hush. you shall not speak about her that way.”  he raised his hand, stopping his butler from insulting you, his beloved, any further. oh, how he wished you were still here, by his side or better yet, in his arms. he had the chance to take you back home with him, but unfortunately, he let you go.

aw, what a shame. his family would have loved to have you over.

childe looked down and saw footprints on the ground. right, the ground was covered in snow, deep enough to leave evident tracks. how silly of him to forget about their nation’s current weather, caused by the tsaritsa, whom he served.

he chuckled, thanking the snow for basically showing the way to your house.

knowing he could track you down, he decided that you were his next target, his new rabbit to hunt.

you better run rabbit. run.

-

you busted into your house and once you stepped foot inside, you immediately slammed the door shut. you didn’t want the cold wind to make your father sick, not when he was already in enough pain.

“father.” you called out, but he didn’t respond. he remained silent and immobilized on the couch.

“father, i brought you some stuff that’ll help make you feel better.” you continued to speak, despite receiving no response.

first, you set the food aside on the kitchen counter and second, you knelt down beside the couch, placing the first aid kit on the ground.

“okay, here’s what i’m gonna do. i’m gonna insert a needle into your system which contains penicillin. then, i’ll stitch you up with a needle and thread. then, i’ll change that cloth with an actual bandage.” you rambled. “y–you taught me everything there is i need to know, but i– i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t scared right now. i’m not a medical expert and i don’t trust the rich at all–“

“what are you talking about?” you heard a groan come out of his mouth.

“father!–“

“did you make a deal with the rich or something just to get me these things?”

“yeah, i did.” you rubbed your elbow.

“how’d you persuade ‘em?”

“i threatened to shoot them with your rifle.”

after you said that, silence filled the air.

beads of sweat started form on your forehead. was he mad? was he mad at you for messing with the rich? but you did make a fair trade, no? but you also threatened them. shit. maybe master dickface was holding in his anger the whole time and had yet to release his pent up frustration.

you snapped out of your thoughts when he broke into a fit of laughter. loud and genuine laughter. something you hadn’t heard in months. he was always stressed these days and barely laughed like he used to. it was a relief to hear it again.

“my sides hurt… literally…” he stopped laughing, clutching the cloth wrapped around his waist.

“yeah, let’s fix that, shall we?” and so, you proceeded to treat his wound. “thanks, hun.”

“you’re not mad?”

he raised his brow. “my little girl had the courage to go against those imbeciles for the sake of her old man. you made a deal with them and you were able to get what you wanted in the end, so why in the hell would i be mad? it’s not like you’re in debt with them. speaking of a deal, what did you offer them?”

“a rabbit.”

“really?” he deadpanned.

“hey, they actually wanted it. well, the master– i call him master dickface– wanted it for his mother. he said she loved rabbit fur coats or whatever the fancy term of that is. i saw the opportunity, so i made a deal with him.”

“wait, did you say rabbit fur coats?” his brows furrowed. “(y/n), what did this master look like?”

you were taken aback by his sudden interest. “uh, he was tall, muscular, had pale skin, blue eyes, ginger hair and a hydro vision.” he was handsome too, but you left that out in your description. “he’s a vision user, father! can you believe i threatened a vision user? thank the archons i made it back in one piece!”

your father started to grow visibly concerned. “don’t tell me… this master goes by the name of childe?”

“yeah– wait, how– how do you know him?!”

“fuck.” was all he could utter at the moment.

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(part 3)

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[suneeater]

satan + kinks

✎a/n: i love satan. hes gotta be the kinkiest mf too.

✰warnings: NSFW. MINORS DNI. DEGRADATION, MASTER/SLAVE, COLLAR/LEASH, DACRYPHILIA, BRAT TAMING

✉: satan kinks? 🫶

Satan has two sides in the bedroom, and each personality comes with its own separate set of kinks. The nice, kind, and gentleman Satan that you know throughout the day is very simple in bed, but very thoughtful with his actions. He’s less about getting off himself and more so pleasing you. He would definitely have you as his pillow princess, living purely to serve you. It brings him endless joy and satisfaction to pleasure you, to bring something to the table and exist for someone else’s benefit

This Satan indulges in body worship and general praise, and it goes both ways. He’s such a hopeless, and he views intimacy so poetically. He could spend hours exploring every inch of your body with a touch so soft and tender you’d think you were the most precious thing alive. He wants to cover every piece of your skin in his undying care and affection, letting his actions do all the speaking for him

He eggs you on in everything you do, giving praise for the way you moan for him or how you can take him so well, for every little touch you give him and for how beautiful you are. He is heavy handed with his affections and sticky sweet, and takes every bit of his sweet time

Catch him on the wrong day though? He’s the full blown avatar of wrath. The sweet gentleman boyfriend Satan is gone, and replaced with a lustful demon who sees your body as his outlet. He will use and abuse every hole to deal with his pent up frustrations, not afraid to be a little more adventurous and taking on an entirely new persona

Takes on an extremely dominant role and is interested in master/slave. When he’s in this state, when he’s so angry and powerless over his own emotions, one of the only ways that he knows how to feel better is to take control of something. He’s so strict in his commands, knowingly pushing you to your limit for his own satisfaction and then coaxing you on even further. He likes for you to wear a collar, making you completely submissive for him and oh so helpless

He loves to fuck you from behind, pressing you into the mattress with his heavy palm in the small of your back so he can enter you as deeply as possible while tugging on the leash attached to your collar so he can hear all of your gasps and moans, and of course your praises for him

Satan also enjoys using the collar/leash because he can choke you with it. You’re so pretty when you pant for air and you become so sensitive when you’re lightheaded, making you seize around his cock like a vice. He has complete power over you, and can force reactions from you that you didn’t know you were capable of. Also, he feels wrong choking you with his own hands

On a particularly bad day for him, he can even be a dacryphiliac. He’ll make you cry in any way he can, whether it’s through intense degradation or edging, just so he can be the one to comfort you and make you feel better again. Although he’s acting based on his own wrath, he could never get off from you actually being upset, so he prefers to make you cry in sexual pleasure. Nothing gets him harder than watching you sob from sheer overstimulation, knowing only he could make you feel so good that you completely break and that only he could ever be the one to make you feel better

Brat tamer with physical punishments. This especially comes out after he’s gotten into with Lucifer, and he projects onto you. He can take power over you no matter how bratty you are, no matter how much attitude you give him, because he’s ultimately got the upper hand. It only fuels his anger when you back talk to him, try to take control, and just overall be a little shit, but it makes it so much more fun to bend you over his lap and spank your ass raw. He’ll play with you for hours until you’re finally tamed and spewing out apologies in between moans

find the same scenario for:

leviathan | mammon, solomon

#satan x reader #obey me x reader #satan smut #satan obey me #satan hc #satan x mc #satan x you #satan x yn #obey me imagine #obey me headcanon #satan obey me smut #jo #peachy.nsfw

[captaincryolicious]

Stay with me

just a little angsty drabble based on a dream i had last night. maybe it's a little toxic but in the end, scara is just really troubled (also, cw. use of scara's real name)

You had no idea why you ended up in what seemed like the darkest corner of Inazuma City, cornered by a very aggravated man. The darkness that came forth with midnight was daunting, but the violet gaze that rested upon you was even stronger as it held you in its grip effortlessly. His eyes were burning with unkempt emotions, often so carefully concealed until they spilled over – like now. 

Conceal. Don’t feel. Don’t let them know. That’s what he lived by. As a shallow puppet void of emotions, he went through his days. Even you, his close companion, his lover, barely ever witnessed a change in his demeanor. Merely two exceptions existed; there were days where he willingly showed you his softer side, and days where all his pent-up emotions flowed over, taking the shape of anger and frustration. Today was one of such days, and Kunikuzushi had dragged you all the way through the darkness to have you alone with him.

Because you were the only person he trusted, which was a blessing and a curse.

     “It’s you,” he said lowly, staring straight into your soul. “Ever since I met you, I've been feeling things. You shattered my perfect charade of being emotionless, you stir things within me that should remain untouched.” 

     “Kuni–” you began, but he rendered you silent with a sharp movement of his head, his dark purple bangs dancing slightly. He was frustrated with you, blaming you for the things he felt – things he didn’t even want to feel to begin with. Yet, when his hands landed on your shoulders, his touch was surprisingly gentle. 

     “You frustrate me,” the male breathed out, but his voice held no malice like his eyes did. “I despise human emotions, so what you do to me is torture.” 

He often placed the blame on you, and you knew all too well that it was you who awakened what he had concealed so well. You brought cracks into the apathetic mask he had so carefully fabricated as he long ago swore to never feel again. You were a threat to the scarred part of him, and the damaged being inside of him wanted nothing but to have you leave so he could be safe again. 

But then there was the part of him that had grown significantly ever since you met him. The part of him that longed for a companion, that wanted to trust you and let you close. The part of him that was learning to accept what he was feeling. Emotions were so foreign and scary for him, especially when he thought back to all the pain and misery he had been through. It was a miracle he even let you in. 

But it happened. Only around you, he dared to be vulnerable. Only you were allowed near him during his emotional breakdowns, allowed to see him like that – weak, out of control. It wasn’t at all pretty, for his anger was unbound and reckless and unfairly taken out on you. Yet, all the same, you were also his lifeline in those moments. He played a complicated game of push and pull. He wanted you gone and he wanted you near. He didn’t know what to do with himself and he didn’t know what to do with you. 

     “Do you want me to leave?” you carefully asked, like you always did when Kunikuzushi had another outburst of emotions. 

     “No, don’t go,” he commanded, and you saw the panic that flashed in his violet eyes. 

The grip he had on your shoulders grew in tension before he let go and opted for cupping your cheeks instead. He coaxed up your face and made you look at him – as if you didn’t have your eyes on him already – and your heart wrenched upon seeing the sheer anxiety that raged behind his harsh eyes. Despite being together for some time now, you still had no idea what happened to him in the past. Whatever it was, it left him damaged and you had to deal with the ruins of a man. 

     “Then I’ll stay,” you said, like you always said. 

You smiled at him, hoping that it would somehow reach his troubled mind. His emotional outbursts were quite tough on you, and staying strong and pretending you weren’t hurt by the way he acted didn’t come easy. But you always tried your hardest for him. You knew from the beginning how easily he could be triggered, yet you still decided to indulge in the growing relationship. It was a battle you fought together against his unkempt emotions. 

Calming down gradually, Kunikuzushi pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before letting go of you. The look in his eyes said I’m sorry, even though he never spoke those words aloud. The whirlwind of emotions that had his being rigid with stress had subdued a little. Another wave of helpless anger had passed. He reached out and held your hand tightly, as if he was afraid that you would change your mind and walk away from him. You wouldn’t, as you promised so often. 

You loved him, so you would get through it.

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[itjazzbicch]

Playing with Fire

Pairing: MK1!Kuai "Scorpion" Liang x Fem Reader 

First time writing for Kuai Liang so I hope I did well! 

Summary: While building the Shirai Ryu and also dealing with the Lin Kuei on their tail, the reader sees the frustrations that her lover, Kuai Liang, hides inside and offers a way to release those frustrations...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Sparring session, reader is said to have abilities like Kuai, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it!)

Word Count: 1k 

Creating the Shirai Ryu and getting recruits was exhausting and time-consuming but was essential. Someone needed to protect Earth realm, and we gladly took that responsibility.

Bi Han has attempted to come after us more than once, failed to take us down, and somehow managed to slip away.

It was aggravating, but I always tried to look at the positives. Every day wasn't always stressful, and on a beautiful day, I wanted to go for a walk, wanting Kuai to join me, but I did not find him.

Since he was frustrated with his brother's betrayal, his role as grandmaster was tough; I felt I knew exactly where to find him once that thought crossed my mind.

Sure enough, I found him alone in the dojo, the room humid and dark. I was quiet while stepping in, looking to see him in the center of the room, groaning, flames rising from his forearms and fists, body glistening with sweat as the fire gave off the light around him.

"In the fighting mood today, Kuai?" Catching his attention, I knew he was here to release his pent-up anger and frustrations, offering him a friendly challenge as I took stance, no stranger to his flames, "Care to spar?"

At first, he only stared and panted as he debated, but he turned around, a serious look on his face as he took stance, but his tone kind:

"Show me your skills, Y/N."

"Gladly," I smirked, teleporting to him and going to sweep his feet, but he jumped to evade it, and as I made it to my feet, we exchanged a series of punches but dodged every single one we threw.

"Is it me, or are you slowing down?" I joked, but he wasn't kidding when he snatched my wrists, kicking out my feet so that I fell to the floor, keeping me pinned as he sat across me, having to stop himself.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Letting go of my wrists, he took a deep breath to apologize, "I haven't had the brightest thoughts today."

"It's okay," I breathed in, wild over his body above me, not afraid to stare and admit, "That was hot."

He shook his head and laughed at me, "Maybe I seemed slow because you were too fixed on something else."

"Just maybe," I smiled, meeting his gaze and smiling more as he smiled back, going to help me up:

"You need to focus. Even while sparring."

"It's okay," I hummed lustfully, holding the hand that went to pick me up, "I like the view I have right now."

"If you want me," Kneeled between my legs, he melted the ice we had been skating on for quite some time, "Just say so already."

"I do want you," I finally confessed, bold with my words, "If you're brave enough, I know just how to get all those pent-up emotions out of you."

In a flash, we were face to face, a quick exchange of glances before our lips smacked together, Kuai growling, "Is that brave enough for you?"

"It's a start," Rolling my tongue; we shared a groan as our anticipation began to disintegrate, grinding against him and feeling his bulge, hands feeling his body as they desired.

"Do you like playing with fire?" Taking a moment to breathe, our noses nuzzled, hips pinned together, his question a tease, but I was serious as I answered:

"Only yours. It's a delicious burn."

He was seeking confirmation with his question, realizing that as he wickedly started pulling at our clothes, his skin steaming as I helped, looking into my eyes as we were left in just our skin, ready to take things to a new level.

"Give me hell," I encouraged to show that I wasn't fragile, not so innocent either, "I've always liked it when you don't hold back."

Forehead to forehead, I could nearly see flames in his eyes, getting a rush from his whisper:

"Hope you can handle the burn that you find delicious."

That was only a preview of a new side of him, already getting me to moan at his cock, settling his tip inside, making me jolt with a hard thrust that bottomed me out.

"Oh, do I like that," I breathed shakily, sweating from the heat beaming off him as he retook my wrists, eyes shutting tight at his thrusts that had ungodly speed, just barely able to handle his thickness, "My god!"

"Too much already?" He teased, a stutter in his hips as I giggled through a moan:

"C'mon. I know your flames burn much stronger."

Next thing I knew, my knees were pinned to my shoulders, face coated in sweat as it grew more humid, his cock drilling into the pit of my stomach, trying to grip onto him as his hair fell to his shoulders, holding onto it, not bothering to hide my salacious, loud noise.

No words; he kept going with no hiccup in his pace, nose touching mine as I gripped him harder, jaw-dropping as I whined out:

"I'm so close, Kuai!"

"No one's stopping you," He mumbled, hollowly gasping as I pulled his head closer to kiss till my head dropped to the floor, the clench of my walls so tight around him and with being folded so firmly, the snap I felt made me ache, mewling out:

"Kuai-ngh!"

The wave of warm slick and my pulsating finally put a stutter in his speed, thrust becoming languid, freeing my legs that smacked the floor, numb and limp. We both were panting hard, drenched in sweat as he came to a stop, only focused on trying to breathe in this hot atmosphere till I whispered:

"Feel better?"

"I do," He breathed deeply, sweetly embracing me, "Please excuse me for being so rough."

"Ha!" I giggled, stroking his hair behind his ear and smiling, "Do you think I was lying when I said don't hold back?"

"Naughty, you are," He laughed back, holding me in his arms and offering, "Care to shower with me?"

"We sure need it," I nodded, kissing his cheek and tinkering, "Nothing like some cool water to settle the steam." 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Open requests yaaaaay!!

I feel like my request is too detailed, feel free to ignore it if it's hard for you to do so ♡

I would like to request something from tmc. As a reader who practices any sport (boxing or karate. Whatever is good.) and see the reaction of the 4 victims to this (Cesar, Mark, Adam and Jonah)

Something like, their reaction to watching their partner train or seeing how they practice it.

That would be all. Have a nice day <3

(I'm sorry if my english is really bad or something I said was misunderstood. I am using translator to write this. Really, my apologies.)

Oh no worries, your english is good! I'll do boxing for two of the fellas & karate for the other two

......

Cesar

You're at the top of your karate class, and he's proud of you fr.

Cheers you on at matches, tournaments, or even if you're just training at home in your personal dojo.

But at the same time, he gets worried whenever he sees you with a new and fresh bruise, being a very doting bf.

You just brush it off as something you did to yourself on accident.

Because you know he'll try to beat up whoever did that even tho he's nowhere near as strong as you.

His mom has plenty of medical supplies and ice packs at their home, so he always has them on-hand so you never run out.

Fortunately, you two have good reputations so neither of you have many enemies.

But if some jealous prick comes along (and they will when they see you hanging around Cesar) and harasses you two...you'll first ask them to politely leave.

If that fails or they get aggressive?

They'll leave with a black eye.

Prior to TVs being outlawed, Cesar watched Karate Kid and similar movies often to get a better understanding of your sport.

You admit to trying to learn a few moves from those films, but had yet to fully master them.

Mark

When he first learned you've practiced boxing on a daily basis, he's like "lord thank you for bringing someone who's not only sweet but also strong into my life,,,,love is real god bless-"

Tbh you don't think it's a big deal. You just like to punch things and win matches (and also protect those you loved, ofc).

Once you broke a bully's nose after they claimed you didn't "look" tough and tried to fight Mark.

He begged you to never do that again, but knows you can't make any promises.

Whenever you're training with your punching bag, he has to be careful not to accidentally sneak up on you..considering how quiet he usually is.

He's gotta make his presence known loud and clear if he wants your attention (lest he gets a broken nose, too).

After you chased an Alternate out of his house, he wonders what happened as he didn't hear any gunfire.

All you did was walk up to it and punch its jaw before jabbing it in the ribs, breaking its bones as it screamed in pain and shock, eventually running away.

Clearly, Alternates were at their strongest psychologically...not so much physically.

Your knuckles bled and bruised pretty badly, but Mark bandaged them and kissed them, thanking you nonstop for saving his life.

He murmurs prayers that your hands healed quickly, and you just smile, your love for this good man only growing.

Adam

You two are more or less polar opposites in terms of physique.

You're a boxer who has a (generally) good diet, and Adam's, well...a paranormal hunter who lives off of pizza and stale chips.

He's way out of shape and feels exhausted just from watching one of your matches alone, even if it's a video.

Eventually you suggest that he uses your punching bag to build up endurance (which he'll def need if he's running around chasing "ghosts").

However, it quickly becomes less of that and more of a release for his pent-up anger and frustrations.

Anything from a bad day at school to a rude comment calling his BPS footage "fake" will set him off; you'll hear him yelling and hitting the bag like no tomorrow.

He only stops when his knuckles bruise so badly he's in constant pain and you gotta bandage them, reminding him that he can't just wail on it nonstop without breaks.

He does admit to overdoing it, though, and lets you have it back.

Post-Catalyst, he retains some of the strength he's gained, but is deathly afraid of using the punching bag again.

His hands hurt the most when his bones broke for the first time, though as soon as he mentioned it, you bandaged them up despite it being pointless.

Tries his hardest to suppress his Alternate instincts, but he gives you full permission to beat him up if he did anything to hurt you.

Jonah

Was honestly a clueless mf before he realized you've been doing karate for years.

Apparently, he was convinced your black belt, Gi, tournament posters, and awards was just "sport merchandise".

But after all of that's clarified, he supports you 101 percent!

Tries attending the matches or tournaments you're in (luckily for you, he's willing to put those events above BPS missions), though half the time he's covering his eyes because he hates to see you get hurt.

He will, however, cheer the loudest should you win the round and brag about it to everyone he knows.

Lowkey wishes he can do all of those sick kicks and flips that you perform with ease, but remembers he'd probably pass out on the mat.

One time, he was stoned and insisted he could chop through the stack of wood you keep in your dojo, thinking it couldn't be that difficult.

Oh how wrong he was.

Next thing you knew, he's sobbing on the couch and you had to bandage his bruised hand, constantly reassuring him that his bones didn't shatter into a billion pieces.

It continued to be sore for the next several days, and you'd keep giving him that look of "I told you so" whenever he whined about it hurting.

#this took a bit to figure out but!! enjoy! #clanask #tmc x reader #mandela catalogue x reader #mark heathcliff #mark heathcliff x reader #cesar torres x reader #cesar torres #adam murray #adam murray x reader #jonah marshall #jonah marshall x reader #headcanons #martial artist reader #boxer reader

[tea-and-finalfantasy]

some nsfw/18+ hcs for bi-han, kuai liang, and tomas

kept it to one-ish idea for each under the cut so it didn't get excessively long for each. will write more, just not all in one post

Bi-Han

especially angry when horny, doesn't know how to like. ask or be normal about his own urges (not out of a moral flaw or failure/is a genuine issue), so he just gets frustrated and distant until it's like alright we both know you can't be acting like this and he knows and pouts about it but is relieved someone knows how to fucking fix this

it's anger that stems from anxiety over showing what he perceives as weakness/is anger so he doesn't appear as anxious as he is

definitely worse if he wants to receive or sub but still has frustration towards desire at all, is afraid of being vulnerable, of feeling too deeply if it's not fury, of giving into something instead of controlling it

even if he were to go out and have a hookup and be the dominant party and engage in like, degrading someone, he'd still walk away feeling unsure and overwhelmed like he fucked up something somehow, like he can never be as seamlessly in control as he feels he has to

plus he's. stubborn and rude but knows not to treat someone poorly when it's not like, mutual hatred or a fight--like yes he lashes out and is bad to people who care about him BUT it's usually bc he feels he's trying to steer them towards something better? he wants kuai liang to join him and expresses this by being harsh and cold in the hopes that his brother will change his mind. he's rude to tomas when their opinions clash but also has expressed he doesn't wish to see him harmed

so i mean that he knows he has to provide aftercare and will also avoid sex and love because he knows he won't be able to do that properly

he doesn't feel confident that he can support people in the emotional way that they'll need--and is scared of being cared for in that way and feeling vulnerable from it--so even if he wanted to seek out hookups, he can't

then with established relationships, like childhood friends or confidants, he feels he can't be weak as he's only ever been strong so either way, he's unable to lean into being vulnerable

he's been operating on these assumptions for so long that even being cared for and being made to feel safe is gonna set off a panic attack because it's different and unfamiliar and the fear of being ridiculed or humiliated or taken advantage of when he thought he was safe is too much for him to risk it

can manage jerking himself off sometimes without feeling too horrible about it but usually either does it and feels guilty or worse--can't get off as he's too tense and thinking too much about just needing to get off as quickly as possible and can't manage to do it

which means he just gets more pent up and angry, goes to train to blow off steam, can't relax after training, can't sleep because he can't relax, trains again to see if it helps--and it's a vicious cycle of overworking himself until he's so exhausted he finally can sleep + trying to find as many distractions as possible to avoid dealing with his emotions

i def think locktober (feat. prostate milking but no actual orgasms) + no nut November (feat. some ruined orgasms at the end before finally getting off after two months of edging) would definitely get his head on straight

like it's a regimented, more procedural kind of denial, like a schedule or a game, and isn't necessarily self-imposed or doesn't have to be--as opposed to him setting detrimental rules and standards for himself and never letting up

like it turns something he's doing that's stressing him out and upsetting him into something with a timeline and something that, at least at first when he's never done it, someone else will take care of for him and help guide him towards choices that might challenge him but won't break boundaries

like it helps set up boundaries he didn't know he had, helps him relinquish control in a way that doesn't make him completely at someone else's mercy but allows them to choose what's best for him (like he can opt out of things but might be encouraged to try something new)

very mellowed out for a while after that lol

plus it'd be easy for someone to be like "do you need me to take care of you?" and he knows that he's safe in someone else's hands no matter what someone chooses to do with him or what it might usually entail (prostate milking with an actual orgasm either at the end of it or the morning after/a few rounds of ruined orgasms and then a successful one, short bursts of chastity at times where he can decide if he wants to try and break his record or just take it easy and hold off for a week) so he's not just overwhelmed and without a plan

and then he knows what makes him feel better and can request it nonverbally until he feels more capable to speak up, if he ever feels comfortable doing so. either way, he's able to express a desire and not feel overwhelmed by the request, the act, or the aftermath

Tomas

loves receiving oral and knows what he wants when getting it

loves facefucking/taking the lead and fucking someone's mouth while they just keep it open for him

enjoys both a slow pace and a fast pace but always lapses into a softer attitude afterwards, especially if he's been more dominant about it

(see his fatality where he shoves the grenade in someone's mouth. that kind of dominance and focus on oral lol)

with either situation, he keeps his grip firm and his pace even (worried that sporadic thrusts would be harder not to gag on) and is very aware of what he's doing so he doesn't hurt someone or make them choke unless that's what they're going for

even if he's the one keeping the pace, he can get really vocal in a submissive way/not necessarily in a dominant way even if given that control

if he's submissive about it, he moans and whines a lot, begs for things he's already getting as if it could never be enough or like he'll be denied it eventually, gasps and bites his lip and throws his head back--is both very physical and vocal

again, knows he shouldn't break pace unless someone won't gag or is okay with that so he shows desperation/need/lapses in control in how he speaks and moans instead of how he moves

if he does feel like being dominant, his neediness is expressed more through a faster, rougher pace than anything else

he'll do more coherent talking too lol, like praising someone for how good they're being, how good they feel, how much he likes seeing them drool like that--that there's no way for him to facefuck them and for them to come out of it looking like anything but a total mess and he loves that debauched look on them/that they're made for it

the extent of any meanness is pushing himself to the back of their throat and telling them to hold it, to be good and breathe through their nose, and i think he'd consider holding their nose for a moment, just to see them get uncomfortable at the action, but not enough to actually impact their breathing as it'd break immersion for him and he'd get nervous

if something like that is wanted from him (like that kind of force/fear or if someone really wants to gag around him), there'll be the expectation that he can't keep up the strict act for long because he starts getting nervous lol

like you'll get a firm pace but nothing painful or a pace that's hard to keep up with and lots of praise for it--not pain and coldness, even in a made up scene unless it's really fleeting/not for the entirety of the scene

not that topdrop is entirely unavoidable if he doesn't do that but he knows he'll start to feel gross if he's expected to be uncaring so it's a boundary not to be pushed more than that

again, softens into subservience afterwards in appreciation for getting to indulge and because it's a comfortable headspace for him/it helps him get back to baseline

loves to do stuff like eat someone out after he's cum in them (any hole) or clean them up with his tongue after they've cum and made a mess of themselves (again, can be eating someone's pussy post-orgasm, ringing his tongue around the tip of someone's cock, etc.)

likes to get himself dirty and really get his face in there, likes when a partner wraps their legs around his head and forces him in there as he usually starts more gingerly

wants to get covered in whatever fluid or ejaculate you got (if it's arousal fluid from being wet or squirt or cum or christ, sweat and musk and piss even--he wants to pull away and be soaked in it)

Kuai Liang

cockwarming is his favorite thing--either taking it into his mouth and fitting his nose right up to a partner's pubic hair, sitting there and being watched and having his hair played with and being praised

(it can be an actual cock or silicone, doesn't matter the length and includes t-dick--would definitely be interested in doing that with someone's clit even without bottom growth as it's more about intimacy and closeness and praise than anything else but he does like having his mouth full too and would want to engage in that just as well)

or getting filled up with something and being able to relax, maybe sucking on someone's fingers too to occupy his mouth at the same time

just likes getting his holes filled!

probably hasn't considered having a cock/toy in his ass and having fingers in his mouth and having his dick in someone else but would definitely need to do that without much in the way of prior stimulation as it'd be way too much all at once having gotten worked up beforehand (unless he's aiming for overstim)

would absolutely benefit from looking into toys like buttplugs because he could do stuff whenever he feels like it, rather than needing a partner to be free for it, but feels nervous about biting the bullet and entering that search/about realizing he can do things for pleasure even without a partner present

like he's not prudish but definitely has some sort of hang up, as his brother has his anger. maybe it's more concern over pursuing physical pleasure (or pleasure of any kind) because he feels he's not supposed to or allowed to. like he's so worried about so much that he assumes it's a distraction or that his life is so set for servitude that he shouldn't be indulging in personal needs--

even though he doesn't hold anyone else to this standard (like if tomas was forgoing pleasure or good food or any other needs, he'd be beside himself--he wouldn't want presence within the lin kuei to mean abstinence or strict rules, in general and as that's how bi-han wrongfully views it)

even though he's starting to realize that it's not something he can just smother and push aside/that his insistence that he doesn't need something is actually more of a distraction or preoccupation than actually giving in to it

doesn't know it's a thing but is so needy for it once he figures out it is--getting plugged but then later, when it gets taken out so he can get fucked, getting gagged with the same plug that was just inside him

it's degrading and humiliating and dizzying in how inappropriate it feels but he wants it more than anything and how can something he asks for so desperately--too shy to do so verbally but knowing its out and just getting those needy, hopeful eyes at the possibility of it being placed right back inside him but in his mouth--be anything but exactly what he's made for?

will whine and grind his hips into the bed and suck on it diligently, caught between being good and giving into overwhelming desire--wanting so badly to be used and filled and forced to be quiet but being unable to keep from being loud and restless and impatient

in a more social kink sense, absolutely has an oral fixation where being gagged calms him down, makes him feel quiet and floaty and small but very much cared for, like he settles immediately into subspace and it's nice to have that to rely on when things get too much and without the expectation of having it develop into anything. like he can just chill for a while and then take it out and come out of it and go to bed or something, not needing to make it sexual if he doesn't want to

so of course he has a couple masks with different gags on the inside depending on what he feels like putting in his mouth

they're probably much less ornate (detailed ones with gags reserved for more involved play) and are sewn fabric on the outward facing side as opposed to metal so they're more comfortable to keep on for prolonged periods of time or in certain settings (say, private spaces on transit like trains with sleeper cars or hotels where you still might run into someone if you don't keep only to your room)

plus fabric can make drooling less obvious which is also ideal for longterm wear (although he'll take it out to swallow after a bit and then put it back in or take it out to rest his jaw for a bit and then replace it)

the majority of these don't have large gags so longterm wear isn't super strenuous or uncomfortable but maybe one does and he'll reach for it if he's in a particular mood and knows he needs it, despite it being more painful, making more of a mess, etc.

is real cute afterwards, covered in spit and sleepy-sounding like "did i do good" like yeah bud real good, do you think you want to shower or--(he is out in minutes, he's not waking up for nothing)

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[hailuchiha]

Caretaker

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

!! MINORS DNI !!

!! 18 + NSFW CONTENT!!

!! ALL characters involved are ADULTS ; NO minor characters!!

Summary: Itachi was supposed to return DAYS ago! It wasn't like him to ever return late from a mission. His sister, whom he left in the care of his partner Kisame, has been a ball of anxiety, getting worse each day. Kisame is also worried now, but when things come to a head, he takes his frustration out in a different way.

prompt filled for this anon ask

size difference; sort of noncon; cnc; sexual frustration; betrayal of trust; frustration; anxiety; found family drama; partially clothed; out in the open; power imbalance; anger issues; belly bulge; choking;

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Caretaker

It had been days.

Itachi was supposed to be back days ago.

Kisame, whose care he'd left his precious sister in, almost felt as agitated as the younger Uchiha felt. While he knew how capable Itachi was, he just couldn't account for his partner's absence being this long.

Besides, he was running out of things to say to calm the brat down. At least, he was running out of believable things to say.

Plus, brat was sort of an insult to the gorgeous young woman.

"Kisame," she whined, her doe eyes wide and tearful as she stomped up to him. "Why isn't aniki back yet? You say everyday that he'll be back any day!"

"How the hell am I supposed to know," the swordsman growled, also running thin on patience by now. "Just... go hunt a rabbit or somethin to keep yourself busy. And useful."

The young woman frowned, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder as her hands went to her hips, lower lip wobbling a little despite her frown.

"You're saying I'm not useful?" she said in a dangerous tone.

Kisame wanted to roll his eyes, trying not to stare at her heaving bosom and the pretty flush heating her cheeks.

"Don't start this again, woman!" he responded, though his bark had no bite. "Just don't pester me anymore."

"Huh. Some caretaker you are," she scoffed, even as she started to turn away. "You know, Itachi left me with you so you'd take care of me."

She had been backing off, not really even insulting him. But something about either what she said or the way she'd said it made his pent up emotions flare up.

He threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her indignant squawk as she was carried like that, and left the clearing to head into the cover of the surrounding darkness of the forest.

"Hey," she cried out as he threw her gently onto moss-covered ground.

"You're quite the ungrateful brat, aren't ya," he hissed, climbing on top of her and refusing to let her squirm about or escape him.

Something feral flared inside Kisame, and he gave into it, grinning wildly as he groped her ample breasts, his large hands squishing and squeezing the soft mounds.

She was panting from the exertion as she bucked under him, trying in vain to throw off his balance. Kisame would have been impressed at her valiant efforts if he didn't find her helplessness, her inability to even budge him, hilarious.

"You wanted me to play caretaker, huh?" Kisame huffed, bending down to kiss and lick at neck before biting down harshly. He smirked when she yelped, glaring at him with a mixture of shock and fear.

"You'd better stop!" she said, but her voice was all wobbly and breathless.

"I think not," he said, grinding down on her so she felt his cock rubbing firmly against her belly. "Since you couldn't appreciate all the hard work I did taking care of ya, providing for ya, all this time your brother's been gone, methinks you need to be taught a lesson. As your caretaker, I got the right. 'Sides, I deserve some sort of payment too for dealing with ya."

With that, he didn't wait for the Uchiha woman to respond, and simply tore off her underwear and leggings in a single yank, leaving them tangled at her ankles when they got stuck on her shoes. He pulled up her dress so it was pooled up around her tiny waist, the pale, silky smooth skin of her bare legs exposed for his hungry eyes. His cock twitched in appreciation, a wet spot appearing in his pants where he leaked precum already.

"Fuck," he mumbled, eyeing her pretty little cunt, watching almost mesmerized even as his oversized fingers idly played with her soft lips.

His eyes shot up when she whimpered, trembling, and he smirked when he saw the needy look in her eyes even as she tried to cross her legs to keep some semblance of decency.

Kisame chuckled, flicking her nose before gripping her plush thighs and spreading her legs, not allowing her to hide.

"Now, now, little one," he crooned. "Don't be all shy on me now! You were mouthy enough to pester me the whole two weeks your brother was gone."

"P-Please, Kisame," she still begged, eyes not meeting his even as her warm walls became slick with Kisame's attention, his finger making delicious wet sounds as it moved within her folds.

"Please what?" he asked with a smirk.

"L-Let's not do this... I won't bother you again," she said, not meeting her eyes, her nails digging into his still-clothed thighs.

Kisame barked out a laugh.

"Tell that to your greedy lil cunt," he countered, smacking her pussy and delighting in the strangled sound she made. "You even went through the trouble to shave it. Didja do it for me? Now be a good girl and let daddy have some fun... You've stressed me out enough the past few days," he said, pulling out his cock and smirking as he saw her eyes widen in horror.

Kisame knew he was girthy, that he was bigger than the average man... It came with the territory, what with him being around 7ft tall. He wondered if she was just playing coy, or if the little Uchiha would turn out to be a little cockslut after all.

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, opening her up and relaxing her while using his other hand to tug at his cock a couple times till it glistened in his copious precum.

As he took out his fingers and replaced them with his thick head, he caught her eyes as she bit her lip, eyes trying to see where he was entering her. It took a few tries, his cock catching on her entrance every time he tried to push in. But finally, it worked. Kisame groaned at the sight of his fat cockhead slipping past her wet folds, stretching her pretty pussy painfully wide, if the grimace on her pretty face was anything to go by.

The young woman's face was flushed from the strain, and he took a moment to marvel at how pretty she looked, before slamming right in, not giving her more time to adjust.

To his delight, she threw her head back, as if in pleasure, her eyes rolled back and mouth dropped open in a soundless gasp as her pussy was stuffed with his oversized cock.

"Fuck," he groaned, wishing he'd undressed her completely when he bit into her shoulder and was met with the dissatisfying material of her dress rather than her delicious skin.

With no more patience, he started rocking into her, barely pulling out before slamming back in, groaning as the soft sound of her muffled gasps echoed around them, his eyes feasting upon the way her full breasts bounced each time he thrust in.

When her shoes became a problem, not allowing him to move as freely as he liked, he yanked them off in frustration before ripping the tangled mess of leggings and underwear off as well and tossing them aside.

Then, he pulled her onto his lap till her cunt was flush against him, his cock driving even deeper into her warm, wet folds.

With her back arched deliciously in this angle, the Uchiha's moans became louder, and she could almost swear the cock ploughing her was going all the way up to her throat. She felt a little dizzy, but she couldn't help but let her legs fall open wider in invitation, her blurry gaze fixed on the large blue form of the man she'd come to see as sort of a big brother over the years. Not anymore, she thought giddily to herself.

Kisame was pleasantly surprised when she giggled, looking completely out of it, and he responded by fucking her harder. He had his answer- she was definitely a cockslut.

"What's so funny, baby," he crooned, bracketing the endearment with sharper thrusts groaning as her nails dug into the exposed skin of his thighs in reflex.

"Jusss thinking about how y're not my brother anymo," she managed, though her speech was slurred and her breath being repeatedly punched out wasn't helping.

Kisame raised a brow, almost breaking into a cackle. This was fucked up.

"You're a dirty lil girl, yanno?" he said instead, sounding far too breathless for his liking.

She just giggled and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling moans out of them both as the movement sheathed him in her smaller body completely.

As he continued to move into her, she thoughtlessly pulled him into an open-mouthed kiss, moaning as his hips stuttered in response.

The older man swore under his breath and hiked her hips higher, angling himself so he could rub her clit without breaking his momentum.

Her hands flew up to grip his arms, thighs twitching around him where they bracketed him, as high pitched moans fell from her reddened lips. Kisame could get used to the sight.

He chased his building high, keeping up the pace and not letting up as her body jerked and shuddered with pleasure, her cunt gripping his cock impossibly hard and throbbing around him as she came first. Kisame groaned, almost spilling then too, but he managed to wait till he'd fucked her through her orgasm before pulling out one last time and burying ballsdeep again, filling her with his load till her soft tummy bulged prettily.

Her eyes were still glassy, her chest heaving as she came down from the high, and Kisame gave in to the urge to lean down and capture her mouth in a filthy kiss.

"Good kitty," he muttered before pulling out, smirking at the sight of her pussy gaping wide open from taking him, and streaks of their mixed cum started to spill out.

"Let's getchu cleaned up," he said, pulling his gaze away from the delicious sight, only to chuckle when he saw her blissfully passed out.

Oh well. He didn't mind getting her cleaned up and dressed. Being caretaker wasn't so bad after all, the swordsman mused.

A/N: uh. this turned out to be very fun to write. i was planning to introduce itachi too but this got too long. maybe next time lol any typos will be fixed as soon as i find them

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