#did his stance actually have a leg to stand on? fuck no

[theshadowrealmitself]

Me: I hope I can get something productive done today

Brain: Is thinking about all the nonbenders who were traumatized by corrupt benders who really needed therapy and to have the system that allowed that to happen be dismantled but instead they got sucked into a fucking cult and getting really sad about those thoughts “productive”?

Me:

Brain: Cause that’s what we’re doing all day

#lok #legend of korra #I’m not having a debate about this Amin’s whole thing was stupid #was he a compelling villain? yes #did his stance actually have a leg to stand on? fuck no #he could’ve gone after the corrupt government but instead he decides to try and eradicate all benders? #that’s stupid. that’s so fucking stupid. amon. dude. actually fucking think about this for a second. #autocorrect stop changing names challenge

[kennedyalike]

sex with leon after a fight like jealousy or something idk 🤭🤭

all mine

hope you like this, sorry if it isn’t what you hoped for!!

pairing: leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags: jealousy, possesiveness, p in v sex, car sex, semi public sex

summary: leon sees you working out with carlos and can’t help but feel jealous

word count: 1,78k

you: comin’ to get me?

leon: i’m already in the parking lot, can i come in?

you: be my guest

The gym wasn’t your favorite place, but you had to do what you had to do. While squatting up a huge barbell, your eyes can’t help but to gaze at the door, wondering when Leon would come in. Suddenly the barbell feels lighter and you snap back to reality.

”Hey, focus!” Carlos grunts behind you as he helps you lift the barbell back to the rack. You sigh and stretch your legs quickly, pulling yourself back in the moment. ”Go again. I’ll help, okay?” He reassures you as you lift the barbell back onto your shoulders again. Widening your stance and fixing your posture, you get ready to squat.

Carlos’ hands finds itself grabbing your waist on both sides to help you keep your form. He pulls himself closer, hip almost joining yours as he watches you squat down slowly. You almost forgot all about Leon, focusing on squatting this thing. As you come up and lift the barbell back to its rack, you turn around to Carlos and smile. ”I did it!”

He smiles back at you while you hold your hand up, waiting for a high five. Instead, he pulls you into a hug and you accept it, chuckling as you wrap your arms around him. Carlos’ hands grab your waist again as he hugs you. Over his shoulder, you see Leon standing at the door, waiting for you.

You quickly pull out of the hug and say your goodbyes to Carlos. ”See you monday, lookin’ good!” He compliments you and you nod back, grabbing your gym bag and walking towards Leon. As you walk, he just stares your body up and down the whole way until you’re in front of him, waving your hand jokingly across his face. ”Eyes up here, Leon.” You tease him, but he only looks past you, his brows furrowed. He seems annoyed.

He grabs your arm and practically drags you out of the gym. If Leon knew this was what you were doing at the gym, he wouldn't have allowed you to go there in the first place. Who was he to decide that anyways? He was a friend, just like Carlos. A friend. Except he wasn’t. He was far more than a friend but he wasn’t your boyfriend either. You both knew it was more than friends. Couple dates, hangouts, calls and maybe you two did fuck on occasion, who knows?

Leon wasn’t as dumb as you, Carlos was a good ”friend” you met at the gym who offered to help you to ”keep your form” or whatever. Bullshit. Leon saw right through it just now. The way Carlos’ hands sneaked around your waist, pulling himself closer to you as you squat in front of him. He definitely had ulterior motives, he wasn’t just helping you. But of course, you were too innocent and oblivious to understand.

You furrow your brows in concern while you follow Leon to his car in the parking lot, letting him slightly drag you. ”Leon, is something wrong?” You hesitate to ask as he opens the backseat door of his car for you. Quietness follows and it makes you uneasy, you begin to wonder if Leon is actually jealous of Carlos. Maybe that was your plan all along.

You settle your bag into the legroom and sit, grabbing the door to close it until Leon stops you, suddenly getting into the back seat with you and closing the door after him. Before even beginning to speak, you’re interrupted by his hands grabbing at your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap. A blush creeps on your cheeks as you grab his shoulders and ground yourself, settling both thighs on the sides of his. ”Naughty girl.” Your eyes widen from confusion but you feel your stomach flutter from his words, sending a small sensation down between your thighs.

”You’re not even gonna say anything, hm?” He asks angrily. ”What do you mean, Leon?” You ask confusedly as you look at his annoyed face. He scoffs in return and you feel his grip on your hips tighten. ”You and him, stop that shit.” He says and you can’t help the small smirk forming in the corner of your mouth as you grind into him slightly.

”Are you jealous, Leon?” You tease him as you drag your fingers across his stern chest, looking up at him innocently. He looks away in annoyance and sighs. You continue looking at his face, seemingly unamused. ”He’s just a friend, means nothing bad, I promise.” You say honestly as your hand caresses his cheek, prompting him to look at you. His gaze finally turns to look you in the eyes. ”How would you feel if I went and grabbed some girl's waist while she squats in front of me, huh?”

Your hand never leaves his cheek as you think about it for a second. It would feel horrible, Leon looking at some other woman than you, grabbing her waist like he’s grabbing yours right now. You nod slowly. ”I get it. m’ sorry.” You apologize and nervously look away. He leans in closer to you, whispering to your ear. ”Show me how sorry you are, sweetheart.” His deep voice whispering to your ears sends a tingle down your body as you gasp slightly. ”W-What?”

”You heard me.”

”How?”

He smirks at your words and looks down at your lap, grinding your hips into his and you feel his erection through your gym shorts. ”B-But someone could see us..” You say unsurely as you try to deny the heat that was growing between your thighs. The thought of Leon taking you right here, where someone could see was getting you so wet. ”Then let them see.” The last word of his sentence mumbles quietly as his lips join yours in a kiss. He’s hungrily kissing you, while grinding your hips down on his painfully erect cock.

You grind into him and wrap your arms around his shoulders as you keep kissing him back. The sensation of his soft lips dominating over yours feels as amazing as ever. He was right, you were his and you were gonna prove it to him. His other hand trails up your body from your hips to your tits, he fondles them through your gym shirt, causing you to moan into the kiss slightly. You tilt your head to the left and let him press kisses into your neck. Rough kisses that would definitely leave a mark.

Your body shivers as he breathes into your neck, still pressing kisses. You whimper and grind your hips into his, desperate for some friction to your cunt. ”Show me how sorry you are, ride me.” He whispers into your ear again and you only nod frantically. ”Good girl.” He praises as you take off your shirt, leaving you in your busty bra as you start inching your gym shorts off. His big hands come to your aid as he slips them off, leaving you in your underwear.

You forgot all about your surroundings as you straddle his lap again, starting to unbuckle his belt while he carefully watches you, feeling proud of your obedience. You eagerly unbuckle his belt and push his pants down to his knees, boxers coming with them. His cock is fully erect and it stands against his clothes abdomen. You immediately grab it with your hands and start stroking it up and down. Leon groans from the contact as his hands find your hips, trying to pull you on top of his cock already.

His length was veiny, long and girthy, tip leaking with a small bead of precum as you stroke it a couple times before lifting your hips on top of him. His fingers hook around the fabric of your panties and pull them to the side. Slowly you guide his tip to your wet hole and you can basically feel yourself clenching around nothingness. You whine as you slowly start sitting down, pushing his cock deeper into you. His heavy breathing against your neck as you grab his shoulders with both hands and he grabs your hips, slamming you down on his cock.

”Oh my god!” You whine as he fully sheathed himself in you and starts bucking his hips up, fucking into you roughly. The stretch of his cock in you without any foreplay hurt at first, the burning contact as he fucks into you as he pleases. He lets out small breathy moans as he continues his pace, pampering your neck with suckling kisses as you turn into a whiny mess on top of him.

”Leon, s’ too much!” You moan into his ear as the slight pain starts turning into pleasure. Your pussy clenches around his cock while he pounds into you, forgetting that you were supposed to ride him. ”You can take it, right, baby?” He mocks you while lifting your hips up slightly so he could gain a better angle.

”Apologize, maybe I’ll go easy on you.”

”F-fuck! M’ sorry-Ah! Leon-h!” You desperately moan as he pounds into you. Wet sounds of your pussy wanting him even deeper echo in the car, you forget all about your surroundings as you start meeting his thrusts, broken moans escaping your mouth as you listen to him groan from the feeling. ”Good girl, just like that. Fuck, so tight.”

His other hand leaves your hips and sneaks down to circle around your clit as you keep lifting your hips up and down on his lap, rutting his cock inside you. ”Please, Leon..” You desperately whine when his thumb rubs on your clit, causing your pussy to clench on his cock, trying to milk it dry.

”Cum, it’s okay.” He reassures as his hips start picking up the pace again, feeling himself come closer to the edge of orgasm as well. Babbling incoherent ”m’ sorry’s” and his name all over again, you let go of the feeling and feel yourself cumming on his cock. You moan loudly as you lean towards his chest, basically hugging him as your body does numb and the orgasm washes over you. Leon keeps holding your hips with both hands, rummaging a few sloppy thrusts into your clenching hole until he finally is satisfied and releases his cum into you. He holds your hips close to his and tucks your hair behind your ears. While small whimpers still leave your mouth, he whispers into your ear. ”You’re all mine, d’ya understand?”

#leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #re4 leon #resident evil 4 #leon smut #resident evil #smut #resident evil leon

[fcthots]

I'm literally tearing up this morning at the idea of Tim sitting in the cave, trying to get some important work done like usual when suddenly a wave of darkness ascends upon the cave. Like something out of a horror movie, dread washes over Tim as he fearfully creaks his head around to see Gus sitting on the chair, looking over Tim's shoulder—MENACINGLY.

I had so much fun writing this.

It was 5 am and everyone else had gone to bed. There was a fear gas attack and while no one had been unable to put on their rebreather, the manor was still on lockdown, though, just to monitor in case of any delayed effects. Tim wasn't supposed to be on the batcomputer but it was important! He was doing research on the new chemicals Scarecrow had added to his toxin and if their addition changed the effects of the formula as compared to the original. As it turns out, he was right. It seemed that now prolonged exposure could cause delayed effects. Fuck, Tim loves being right! He starts recording any other new effects the toxin may have.

A chill hits him. The hairs on the back of his neck raise. He can feel eyes with malicious intent watching him. After being robin for so long, he knows what the stare of a real threat feels like as it watches its prey. Fuck. Someone must have gotten into the cave. He thinks of yelling for Kon, but Kryptonians can't hear into the cave. His family is all asleep in their respective bedrooms, and there's no one that can get to him in time. He hasn't acknowledged their presence yet, so he could pick up his phone and pretend to send a funny text to a friend but actually text the other bats, but that could also backfire if his intruder swooped in while he was vulnerable.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Maybe his rebreather was cracked. Maybe this is all just delayed fear gas effects. Maybe one of his siblings hadn't handed all of their gear off to be washed and he's just getting a mini whiff of the gas, and that's why he feels the eyes of a predator on his back.

He hears something rustle.

Ok, so not a hallucination, probably. Auditory hallucinations usually take exposure to copious amounts of gas, but maybe this was all part of the new strand.

He could feel them getting closer. He slowly wraps his hand round a battarang that was left on the desk. He can't see anything in the reflection of the screen. On the count of three he has to turn around and face his opponent.

Three. Fuck, he's exhausted.

Two. He's too tired to be doing this.

One. Bruce is gonna kill him if he dies.

Go.

He turns around and stands all in one motion, staying as low to the ground as possible. He doesn't have long to take in all of his surroundings, so he does it quick. This would be so much easier if he had his mask, which can track the heat of body signatures, but he took it off so Alfred could clean it. He really hopes Alfred isn't the one to find his body.

He doesn’t see anything in his immediate line of sight. He keeps his body moving, so he's a harder target. He looks everywhere else. Nothing. Maybe it's an LOA assassin. Ra's needs to get off his dick already.

But he looks even in the spots where a ninja would be trained to hide, and... nothing. Nothing at all. An alarming amount of nothing. By his calculations there was an 85% chance that it wasn't a hallucination. He drops his fighting stance. He did forget to factor in his sleep deprivation...

As soon as his guard is down, he is immediately attacked from behind. He whirls around and drops back into a fighting stance. His training kicks in. Don’t look at the affected area first, look at your attacker first. He ignores the pain in his leg and looks to where they would have to be standing and...nothing. He looks down to his leg.

Fucking Gus.

"Get off of me, asshole!! Why are you even here? Can Jason seriously not sleep without his cat fucking night?" Tim tries to peel Gus's claws out of him where Gus's limbs are wrapped around his leg. "Ow! Fuck! Don't bite me! This is why I don’t pet you. Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me."

He finally tosses Gus off his leg and Gus runs away impressively fast for a cat if his size.

Tim yells out across the batcave, "I never thought I could hate a cat until I met you!"

#saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #saph’s thots #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #39yuki #red hood imagine #red hood x you #jason todd crack #gus the cat #jason todd x reader crack #red hood crack #red hood x reader crack #crack

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

2 “Fuck me properly or I’ll find someone else to do it.“ “No you fucking won’t” with az please

🥵🥵🥵🥵

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He’d had the absolute audacity to ignore you all day. And now he had the nerve to monitor your every move. And every move of the male who currently had his hands on you.

It wasn’t that you expected Azriel to spend every minute of Starfall by your side. You were merely fucking, merely the friend that Nesta had brought around months earlier.

But it hurt you that Az had barely spared you a glance, considering how close you’d become as of late. And maybe — maybe — some small, petty part of you wanted to hurt him back…without thinking too much about what that meant.

Which was how you’d ended up with a stranger’s hands on you all night. He’d told you his name, which you hadn’t bothered to remember. All you were focused on was his body grinding against yours.

And so was Azriel, apparently. If his intense gaze across the room was anything to go by.

You drank and danced and laughed with the male, giving Az the same treatment he’d given you. And only when you knew Az had gotten an eyeful of your behaviour did you peel from your companion’s side and excuse yourself to grab another drink.

The kitchen was empty, quiet. And perhaps that was why you heard the approaching footsteps.

Or perhaps Azriel wanted you to hear his approach.

Even with your back turned, you knew he was standing in the doorway. His shadows snaked through the room and brushed your arms, the touch cool and tickling. They retracted as you turned and casually pressed your back against the counter.

Azriel stared at you. His hazel eyes were a tad glazed, his stance looser than usual — evidence he’d been helping himself to the faerie wine.

“Having fun?” He asked you quietly.

“Oh, yes.” You sipped your drink. “Arun is splendid company.”

“His name is Aric.”

You shrugged. “It’s not his name I’m interested in.”

Az laughed without humour. “You’re not interested in him at all.”

“Sure I am.” Pushing away from the counter, you approached him. Tried to ignore his delicious scent enveloping in you. “I don’t have to just exclusively fuck you, you know.”

He looked like he was trying to mask a sneer. “You want to, though.”

Your eyes flicked over him. He looked incredible tonight, his leathers swapped for a more casual shirt and trousers in tones of black and slate grey. His hair was stylishly messy, a few strands falling into his eyes. He looked divine, good enough to undress then and there—

But his attitude…his cocksure attitude after ignoring you…it pissed you off.

Which was why the words fell from your mouth.

“Actually, Azriel, I was thinking it’s time we end this little arrangement between us. I think it’s run its course. The last time just wasn’t up to standard.” You smirked, looking him up and down. “I have to think of my own needs. So fuck me properly, or I’ll find someone else to do it.”

His eyes flared. His jaw ticked.

And then suddenly, you were being lifted off your feet. You barely had time to register what was happening as you were shoved into a nearby closet. Cramped and musty, housing shelves of long-life food, there was barley enough room for you in there, let alone you and Azriel.

But he squeezed you both in. And slammed you against the door, causing it to shut behind you.

“What did you say?” He growled, his hips holding you in place.

“I said.” You smirked, “Fuck me properly, or I’ll find someone else to do it.

Another growl. Deeper, more guttural. “No you fucking won’t.”

Before you had a chance to think up a smart response, to piss him off more, he yanked you around, pressing your front up against the door. A thrill shot through you, pooling wetness between your legs. A moan threatened to break free of your throat as he yanked the hem of your dress up, baring your bottom half to the cool air.

“No underwear?” Az hummed, nipping at your neck. “You filthy fucking female.”

His hand reached between your legs, and he dragged a finger straight through your folds, causing you to emit a loud moan.

“I planned to get lucky tonight.” You goaded. “Hence my dancing with Aric.”

“Your dancing with Aric was to piss me off.” He sunk a finger into you, and you gasped. “You don’t deserve to get lucky, considering you’re such a brat.”

Your head fell back on a moan as he pumped that finger. “You love me being a brat.”

“You sure about that?”

You pushed your ass back against him, smirking as his hardness pressed into you. And the way he grunted told you precisely how much he loved it.

He pulled his finger out of you, and you almost whispered at the loss of the feeling. But then you heard the clinking of his belt unbuckling.

“You want me to fuck you properly?” He gritted out against your ears.

“Yes.” You gasped. “Unless you’re not up to it. In which case—Aric!”

His hand clasped over your mouth, smothering your shout, and you couldn’t help laughing. Licked his palm for good measure as his fingers dug into your face.

But then you heard his trousers drop to the floor.

Your mouth went dry. All thoughts eddied from your mind.

“You asked for it.” He hissed, nipping your earlobe.

You were pure, wet heat between your legs. But even that couldn’t prepare you for the way Azriel slammed into you. The head of his cock teased your entrance so, so briefly — and with one great thrust, he was seated inside you fully, your noise of pleasure and pain catching in your throat.

“Speak his name again,” he growled, pulling out to the tip, “and I’ll leave you here to sort yourself out with your hand. Do you want me to do that, Y/N?”

You whimpered against his hand, wanting — needing — him filling you up. And he knew that. He chuckled darkly, slicking his cock with your soaked folds.

“Answer me.” He demanded, teasing your entrance. “Is that what you want? For me to leave you alone in here to make yourself cum?”

“No.” You moaned. “Fuck me.”

The tip slid in, making you bite down on your lip. “Hm? What was that?”

“Fuck me, Azriel. Fuck me.”

You heard him hiss — and then he slammed right back into you again, causing you to press harder against the door. He kept his hand cupped over your mouth, the other coming to rest on your hip.

And then he unleashed himself on you.

He was…frenzied. A pure animal, as he fucked into you. The sounds of your slapping skin, your heaving breaths, your building moans, were so loud, it was a wonder they didn’t reach out through the house, to the other guests gathered there.

“You like making me jealous, don’t you?” Az growled, reaching down to sink his teeth into your shoulder. “Like driving me mad by grinding on another male in front of me?”

“Fuck,” You gasped. “Serves you — oh gods — serves you right for ignoring me.”

“I was trying to stop myself ripping this fucking dress off you.” His hand slid from your hips to between your legs, his fingers finding your clit. “But you would have liked that, wouldn’t you?”

“More than you know.”

“Gods, I love fucking you.” His hips picked up their pace, and you were so full, so wet, so frenzied by his fingers rubbing your clit, you didn’t know how you were still standing. “I could fuck you all day, you know that?”

And gods, you could fuck him all day. All day, every day. He consumed you, and you consumed him, and it was perfect.

“Cum for me.” He bit your shoulder again, circling his fingers harder, faster.

You were on fire. Your legs trembling. Your pussy clenching around him. And as he pulled out to the tip, pressed down on your clit and slammed back in, you completely and utterly lost it.

A scream ripped through you, so loud that even his large hand couldn’t muffle the noise. The sound seemed to spur him on, and he pulled that hand away from your face, grabbing both of your hips.

Your entire body slammed against the door as he thrust into you harder, harder, harder, and then he was stilling, your feet lifting off the floor as he spilled inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He growled, throwing his head back. His fingers dug bruisingly into your hips, and the slight pinch of pain almost had you falling off the edge all over again.

The small, cramped room fell silent in the wake of your releases, only your heavy breaths filling the air.

And finally, after what seemed like hours of you trembling against the door, he pulled out of you, pulling some of his seed with him.

“Was that properly enough for you?” He breathed, yanking his trousers up.

Gods, yes, it was.

#asks #ask #acotar #acotar fandom #azriel #smut

[lis-likes-fics]

Yoga Partners

Pairings: Marc Spector x Reader, mentions of Steven Grant x Reader & Jake Lockley x Reader Word Count: 2.6k Kink: Floor Sex Warnings: NSFW, fingering, p in v, multiple orgasms, swearing (a lot of 'fuck's), creampie... A/N: I kinda wrote this really quickly but I had fun with it cuz it's actually like....really vanilla and really sweet? Idk, enjoy!

Marc leans against the door frame, strong arms folded over his chest as he stares appreciatively. He watches you stretch, knees tucked under you as you reach up above your head on a yoga mat. He watches your muscles tense and relax as you take in those slow, deep breaths that make your chest and back rise and fall smoothly.

After a while, you change, pulling your legs from under you. You rise up on your hands and feet, to the tips of your toes in a downward dog.

Marc sighs with a smile, shaking his head gently as he blows a second breath out. "Woof," he mumbles.

You chuckle, "Are you just going to stand there and stare like a pervert, or are you going to join me?"

He shrugs a shoulder, shucking his jacket from his arms and tossing it onto the bed behind you. "Don't mind if I do."

When he comes up behind you, he sets his hand on the ample round of your butt and smooths his palm there. You roll your eyes but continue holding as you focus your breathing in a steady in and out.

He smacks it lightly. "Marc," you scold playfully with a little chuckle. "Either join me or I'll ask Steven to do it."

He grumbles under his breath and kneels down to the floor.

"Lay on your stomach," you say as you do the same. He follows your instructions and copies you. "Hands by your side, lift your upper body slowly."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him starting a pushup. You roll your eyes and laugh, moving out of your position to fix him. "No! This is yoga, we are not exercising."

"Well, you basically said do a pushup, so I did a pushup," he shrugs. You push him back down gently and fix his stance to do it properly. As you place your hand on his chest and ease him up slowly, he struggles a little. "You know, I'm not that flexible."

"Funny," you giggle, "Steven is."

"Jake isn't."

"Well, Jake also lives in a perpetual hunch so…" He laughs. "Maybe I should get Steven. He's my yoga partner anyway."

Marc shoots you a mock dirty. "Steven's asleep."

"Aw," you sigh, smoothing your hand along his back as you have him hold the position. "I guess I'll have to settle for the…second best."

He scoffs and turns his head to look at you. "Second best?" You don't look him in the eyes as you shrug. "I'll show you second best."

In the next second, you yelp as he practically tackles you to the floor, pinning you under his body as he takes hold of your wrists in a gentle grip. You laugh heartily as he leans over you, he watches with a fond smile.

"I can still pin your ass."

You lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose. "You're right, my big, strong man."

He shakes his head and bends down to kiss you. He captures your lips, and you smile against them.

"Don't patronize me," he teases.

You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him back down, curling your fingers into his hair and pulling gently. His lips strayed from yours, finding your neck and your collarbone and column of your throat. He kisses you gently, dedicatedly, listening to your light sighs.

"I love you, baby," he whispers into your skin. You smile wide, looking at him through hooded eyes as you hold him closer.

You guide your fingers through his hair, watching his eyes flutter at the feeling as you pet him slowly. "I love you, too."

He kisses you again, a little fraction of his weight dropping down some more on your body. You take it in stride, spreading your legs apart to give him a place to lay. He settles there as you continue to embrace, too loving and too gentle and too happy to just lay there and kiss.

A tiny gasp escapes you when he grinds his hips. It's a small motion, hardly noticeable, like an involuntary jerk. But it fuels Marc's sudden eagerness as he does it again, a little more voluntary this time. A stifled moan rises from your throat and he's hooked.

He takes hold of your hips, steadying you as he moves with a new goal. You can feel that goal growing between his legs and pressing into your thigh, and you sigh at the mere idea.

You feel his hand dip under the waistband of your leggings, hooking his fingers around it and pulling it down to reveal your panties. "Are you gonna be wet for me?" he asks, kissing the corner of your mouth.

You hum, "Maybe."

His hand dips into your underwear and brushes your clit on the way to your pussy, his finger slipping between your folds thoughtfully. He just hums before delving his thick finger inside of you. You moan gently at the feeling, and he appreciated your warmth as you fluttered around him sensitively.

One of your hands left his hair to grip his arm, especially when he added a second finger and began massaging them inside you, slow and measured in a skilled manner. Your back arched into him on a curl of his fingers. "Ahh, Marc," you mutter.

"S'that feel good, baby?" he hums beside your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe. You nod meekly. "You want more?"

You nod again, breathing a heavy breath, "Please?"

His hand speeds up, the rhythm of his thrusts moving to bring you to the edge of ecstasy. You moaned, the sound almost whiney as you gripped his arm and tugged at his dark hair.

You feel his thumb brush your clit and you gasp, clenching around his fingers and whispering his name again. You wrap your legs around his waist and keen into his touch as he keeps touching you. You shudder when you cum, the feathery pleasure rattling through your body.

"Mm-Marc," you moan.

"Yeah, you like that?" he mutters, watching you cum with pleasure of his own, his eyes blown wide with lust and hunger. "You look so pretty when you cum, baby."

You smile at his sweetness, moaning into his mouth as you bring him down for a kiss. He goes in for two.

Marc lightly smacks the side of your ass, and you turn over onto your stomach with his hand on your waist. He folds his body to yours, kissing the back of your neck and leaning forward to put you on your knees.

He reaches for your hands, intertwines them with his on top to swallow yours whole. He keeps kissing you, any skin exposed to him is free game as he removes his shorts and underwear with one hand.

"Take off your shirt," you tell him, a gentle command as you glance over your shoulder.

He laughs lightly. "You want me naked, babygirl?"

"Well, duh."

"Okay, well, I'm taking this off, too," he says, snapping your sports bra against your side.

And he does. He gets rid of his shirt first, stretches of soft and smooth and scarred skin revealed in the light of the room as he strips you of your bra. His hands smooth over your back, feeling every inch of your skin as he rounded to the front to knead your breasts.

You feel him pressing against your thigh and clench around nothing at the thought. You reach behind you, your fingers brushing his tip as you take him into your hand and pump him in your palm. Marc hums lightly, wrapping a large hand around your smaller one and encouraging it up and down the length of his cock.

After a moment, he removes your hand, guiding you back into your former pose so your hands support you. He pumps his cock a couple more times, and you hold your breath when you feel him poke at your wet pussy. Slowly, he pushes inside and you feel your breath stop short in your lungs as he enters you inch by inch.

When he’s fully seated, you let out a deep sigh. You mutter his name and he grunts in your ear when your pussy flutters around him. He kisses the back of your shoulder, one hand wrapped around your chest and groping your breast as the other holds him up. Slowly, he rocks the both of your back and forth, a gentle sway that begins a steady rhythm in and out of you. Your breath hitches as your eyes fall shut at the feeling.

The drag of his cock is agonizingly slow as he eases in and out of you. After a while, you grow impatient as you moan. “Marc…” He hums deeply, the sound reverberating in his chest before a hiss as you clench around his cock. “More.”

“More?” he asks, holding you tighter. “You want more?”

“Yes, please,” you reply.

“Okay. You can have more.” He nods, unwrapping his arm from your chest in favor of guiding you forward until your hands reach above your head, palms to the floor and ass in the air. Marc straightens up, his hands roaming your back a moment before he grips your hips firmly and begins to set a different pace.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he praises, eyes closed as his hips thrusts into you. You duck your head between your arms, resting it against the mat underneath you as you feel the way he rocks into you. His pace is steady, a measured in and out movement that you can feel slowly building with Marc’s desperation as you continue to squeeze around him. “Fuck, I’m tryna be gentle here, baby.”

You grip the edge of the mat between your fingers, your breath heavier in your lungs than it was before as you shake your head. “Don’t,” you tell him with a cocky grin. “We already stretched.”

Marc is going to lose his mind. He grips your waist in his large hands as he begins to fuck you, pushing you forward onto the floor while he keeps your ass high in the air to fuck your pussy how he likes. He’s rough and fast as he has you gasping for air as you cry out for him. His hips snap into you with a ferocity he displays in stressful life as well. He’ll likely make it up to you later, a slow fuck in bed before he went to sleep and let Steven take over. Steven, who would likely also give you a nice slow fuck after just because you look so beautiful. Unless he goes absolutely ballistic and decides to fuck you into the bed, too.

Marc grips your ass and your hips and any skin he can find, grabby like a man who’s never touched a woman before and is just amazed by the way they feel. He grunts and groans, dark and deep sounds that fill the room with your high-pitched whines as he continues to pound into you.

“M-Marc!” you gasp. “Fuck, feels good.”

He’s just as out of breath as you feel when he responds. “Yeah? You like that? You like when I fuck you into the floor like this?”

You nod, holding the mat tighter and fluttering around him helplessly. “Yess, ‘s fuckin’ ama-zing.”

He chuckles at the way your words slur together, punctuated by harsh thrusts that make you stutter. He leans his head back, his lips parting as a few loud breaths leave his chest. “Fuck, you feel so fucking perfect, baby. Perfect for me.”

You preen under his praise, shuddering when his hands caressing your naked body. But you whine and whimper when he pulls out of you. Marc sighs as he smacks your side lightly, flipping you back onto your back as he immediately bends down and starts kissing you, his mouth all over your body to taste your skin. He encourages your legs over his shoulders, effectively folding you in half and making you moan loudly when he thrusts into you again. His hips snap into you quickly and you feel like you’ll bust if he keeps going.

You reach up and grab his face, pulling his forehead against yours and ignoring the ache in your thighs when you do so. The sounds of your heavy breathing and his hips slapping against your wet pussy fill the room, and it’s absolutely filthy as you continue to moan for him.

When his thumb finds your throbbing clit once more, your eyes flutter as you whine almost pathetically. “Ahh, fuck,” you curse, pulling his closer. “Fuck, you’re gonna…make me cum.”

He nods, rubbing your clit harder and loving the way your arousal has coated your inner thighs and his, making you absolutely wet and soaked and giving him a much easier advantage with your clit. “Cum for me, baby. Then I’ll cum for you.”

He isn’t rough with your clit, he’s hardly ever rough with your clit. Marc is always insistent whenever it comes to it, he rubs fast circles that build you up so quickly and it makes your head swarm. That’s what he does now, building you up and up and up until you come crashing down with a loud cry of pleasure, which blinds you and has you calling Marc’s name like a forgotten deity.

“Marc! Fuck, I’m cumming,” you whimper loudly. You clench down around him, fluttering uncontrollably as you suck him in.

He keeps fucking you, fast and rough and deep and a little louder as you orgasm pushes him closer to his own edge. He doesn’t stop rubbing your clit, even after you’ve come down. You squirm as the aftershocks of pleasure sting, but he’s so attune to your body that it doesn’t take long for it to ease and return to that blossoming pleasure in your belly.

Marc’s free hand smooths up the underside of your leg and you whimper a little when he moves it even further, spreading you wider to get a deeper angle inside of you. He curses under his breath, catching your lips quickly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You squeeze harder. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

His cock twitches inside of you, and you bring him into another kiss. He cums inside of you, gripping your thigh tight and trying to keep his rhythm on your clit as he grunts loudly. “Fuck!” he nearly shouts. “Fuck, babygirl. You’re fucking perfect.”

He flicks his wrists as you join him in another orgasm, moaning weakly as you gush around him. He keeps fucking into you as you both cum, though his thrusts are choppy and short. He grinds his cock deep inside of you, and you both catch your breaths as the last waves of pleasure rock through you.

You sigh longingly, whining when he pulls out of you and whining again when he lets your legs down and you feel the way they ache from being up for so long. You kiss Marc again, and he opens his eyes to look at you. “I love you,” you assure him.

Marc smiles, a slow one that slowly consumes his face with a too-fond expression. He kisses your lips and the corner of your mouth and then your forehead and you feel warm inside at the affection. “I love you, too, baby,” he says. “Love you so much.”

“Good,” you sigh. “Now it’s time to shower. I’m fucking soaked.”

He laughs heartily, sitting up and holding out a hand to ease you up as well. “No kidding.” He glances at the both of you, cum covering your thighs and his and leaving you with a big mess to clean. “We’ll have to do this floor thing again, though.”

You pat his chest, already walking away as you smile fondly, letting him trail after you like a puppy. “Mhm.”

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[turtlecleric]

your breath comes out short and heavy as Leo pins his weight on your hips . Your hands pinned by your head as you both come clattering on to the floor. He smiles down at you cockily as you tap his leg with your foot when his weight becomes too much. "I suppose I win this round to." Leo practically sings as he rises from your body and lifts you up to your feet. You let go of his hand and begin to stretch out your limbs pouting slightly. You thought you were ready to take Leo on in these head to head sparring matches, but considering the now staggering amount of losses you are now starting to realize you might have been overconfident about your own abilities. But honestly the worst thing about all of this is Leo's stupidly smug face every time he pins you. How his whole demeaner shifts because, he won. Losing to Leo has never not been the worst thing in all of existence. And the absolute worst thing about that is... its kinda hot when he gets cocky. The way he talks becomes more rhythmic, his voice a song in your ears, egging you on to try and make it shut up, his touch confident and commanding. Forcing you into place so he can straddle you, again and again and again. You are actually considering blaming your lizard lady brain for half of these losses. Its not your fault that him pinning you is hot as shit. You take a plastic water bottle and pour some water out into your palm splashing your face. Cooling you down. fucking stupidly hot prick you think as Leo Saddles on up to you his face tying its best to hide that its radiating smugness. "One more round, or has mi Princesa had enough?" He sings the words at you, overly confident, almost cruelly. you feel the water bottle in your hand crunch in slightly. He's just trying to rile you up, you think to yourself. He just wants another taste of victory, You wont fall for it, nope, nuh uh, Definitely not. "Shut up asshole." you say with an irritated eyeroll as you begin to walk past. "Ooooh, Did I strike a nerve there Princesa? you know its not very lady like to be a poor loser." That stops you in your tracks. You spin around towards him. " Who said I was ever trying to be lady like Leo?" He smiles wolfishly back at you. Like your prey, dumbly walking into his trap. "Good point, I suppose no one really has." "Shut up!" "Make me." You pause looking up at him. you hadn't realized how close to him you had gotten till now. He is still smiling down at you curiously. You can practically feel the electricity forming between you two. Your anger and his smugness mixing together. Intoxicating the both of you. You relent.

"Fine asshole, one more round" You say as you take up your stance on the tatami mats. "trust me Princesa, it wont be much of a round." Leo makes good on that statement. You manage to strike at him twice before he grabs hold of your arm, twisting it behind you and slamming the both of you into the ground. Your anger pushes you forward though, you grit your teeth and try to kick at him but its no use. He pins your knees with his own immobilizing you. The hair on the back of neck stands on end when you feel breath. A laugh that is too hot, too close. You feel your self growing wet, Like you weren't already a bit before. You pray that he cant tell. "Oh, mi amor, I'm starting to think you like it when I pin you." You try to wiggle out of his grasp again so you can smack him, but he shoves your arm up higher and the pain pins you to the ground again. He laughs as he relents the pressure on your arm. "You know if you wanted me to pin you to the ground and fuck you senseless, you only needed to ask nicely." You feel your body grow hot as your cunt clenches around nothing. God that's a hot image. Him fucking you like this. Him taking his pleasure while you scrape and try to overpower him. The only thing keeping you from that fantasy becoming real is your stubbornness. "Eat shit and die Leo." He laughs as he once again shoves your arm up rewarding your comment with more pain, however this time he doesn't relent, he keeps your arm there as you squirm underneath him. You grit your teeth. Is it bad that this is also kinda turning you on? You cant see his face but you can hear in his smile in his voice. You can feel his gaze on the nape of your neck. Everything about this is making you dizzy. "Thats not an answer mi amor. Are we doing this or not? " You bite the inside of your cheek. Fuck it, stubbornness be damned you want this. "Yes." You feel Leo relent on the position he has on your arm. "Yes what Princesa? " you groan in annoyance, God hes such a poor winner. "Yes, please pin me to the ground and fuck me senseless." He smiles. " Good girl." The next thing you feel is his teeth on your shoulder. The pain makes you cry out as he grinds against your ass. He soaking both of your shorts in seconds "Fuck." You cry out as you press your ass up higher giving him a better angle to grind against. God you wanna know what his face looks like right now. primal and heavy. His mouth stained with your blood as he takes his pleasure offering you none in return. After all your just prey to him right now. A prize he won fair and square. God you want him to touch you. You need him to touch you. "Leo please I'm begging." He detaches from your shoulder and licks a bloody stripe across your pulse. "You call that begging?" he say incredulously his voice strained as he continues to hump you. "I've taught you better Princesa. You need to tell me what you want." "Fuck, Please touch me." he laughs cruelly at that "I am touching you." Your going to kill him. Someday, some how, you know deep in your heart of hearts you are going to be the one that murder this man. "Goddamn it you fucking bra-" your anger is cut off as he presses your arm up again. pain shooting through you. "Tisk, tisk, mi amor. Who is the one being a brat right now?" "You." You hiss as he shoves your arm up even higher. tears pricking your eyes. "Me." You say correcting yourself. he rewards you by lowering your arm back down to the first position. Still painful but you sigh anyway from the relief. "Me, I'm being the brat, I'm sorry I'm sorry. Please, I just want your fingers in me. Please ill be good I swear"

Leo hums as if content at you, lowering your arm back down to a non painful position. "See, that wasn't so hard now was it." You grit your teeth holding back any sort of sass before crying out as he glides his hands under your shorts and presses his finders inside of you. Your greedy cunt immediately clenching around them. "Fuck yes, Thank you, thank you." you cry as he pumps his fingers, shallowly. Its not enough but God its something. You try to buck your hips into his hand to get any kind of friction on your clit but its no use the position just isnt right. "Please touch my clit, I need it please I need it." Your too dizzy now to care about keeping up appearances. You need pleasure. you need him to touch you like this. You need his cock in you. He growls lowly in your ear as you feel him drop, He then shoves your hips back down onto the floor and removes his hand from your cunt. you whine desperately from the loss. "No,no,no,no,no, I'm being good please, please your fingers please, I'm sorry."

Its then you feel him kiss your cheek sweetly, letting go of your arm that's been keeping you pinned . "its ok, mi Amor, you are being good I just need to change positions. is that ok?" You nod your head and take in a deep breath as he shifts on top of you. he takes both your arms and ties them behind you. probably with his mask you think. He then lifts your hips up an d removes your shorts and underwear before pressing your thighs together and pressing his cock between them, Thigh fucking against your folds. the tip of his cock head rubbing against your clit with each thrust. God you didn't know what to expect but it was definitely not this. Regardless though the release of having something to grind your clit against is more then enough to have you screaming for more. And you do in fact scream for more. For his cock you actually be inside you however he doesn't relent. He continues to thigh fuck you till the both of you are well and spent. His hand pressing your face into the tatami the whole way.

(-Stranger)

I'M SCREAMING

#i sat here. eyes wide. mouth agape. heart POUNDING. as i read this #oh my god #oh my GOD THIS IS EVERYTHINGGGGG #i need this like i need oxygen #am I drooling???? FUCK SOMEONE HELP ME #thank you for this delicious meal holy SHIT this is my JAM #ff #rise!leo #fav #my heart seriously won't stop fluttering oh my god #asks #hey god? it's me again #I'm begging #just like I would for L- [is struck by lightning] #long post

[spitefulverse]

Unprofessional / Miguel O’Hara

Summary: You notice Miguel treats you better than others, it’s all hints, he can't take it anymore and uses you over your very own desk.

Warnings: Smut, cussing, bad Spanish, size kink, praise, dirty talk, breeding kink kinda, short fic. NOT PROOFREAD 2k words, All spanish phrases are translated, pet names are not, they are pink, they can mean many things, up for interpretation.

There he was, the man, the myth the legend, standing way too confidently in the circle, doing god knows what with that way too advanced tech, one hand resting on his hip as his face contorted in focus, cheeks defined and eyebrows furrowed. His red stare suddenly landing on you, one brow quirking as his lip curved into a small smirk. Fuck, the sense..tingle, thing. Too many different names for it now.

He trudged over to you, not feeling the slightest bit threatened as you tried to scurry away, his pace staying the same, catching up with you anyway. "Y/n" He placed both of his hands on his waist, his usual stance, his crimson gaze sauntering over your frame, making you feel so much smaller than you actually are, but fuck, he was huge. You stopped in you tracks, sighing.

"o'hara" You nodded, trying to not acknowledge how tight his suit was, like who seriously decided spidermen would wear spandex.

"Hm, i need to see you later, could i just come by or are you busy at all? No estás ocupada, ¿verdad, guapa?" (t:You aren't busy, are you pretty?) He considered you high up in his ranks of workers, you had your very own office, a door and everything, you were one of the ones he would occasionally entrust with his tasks while he did important things. Sometimes, you thought there was a chance you were special to him, but you never let that thought get out of hand

"Well, I'm helping someone at one, so you can come before or after" You stated, breathing in and straightening your back, trying to keep composure under his deathly intimidating gaze.

"How about two then?" He asked, crossing his thick arms over his chest, leaning onto one leg and looking over your figure subtly. "could you-" you started.

"Cool, thanks cariño" He cut you off, web slinging back onto the circle and instantly getting back to work, not one for procrastination, you huffed in light annoyance and walked to your office like an ordinary citizen, swearing his eyes were on you again.

At two on the dot, a knock sounded on your door, luckily just as you finished up with the task at hand, you sat up, tidying up your desk a little as you responded "Come in!"

The familiar man stepped in, ducking under the door before shutting it behind him and glancing around as he wandered over to you. Never a minute late, you thought.

"O'hara" You greeted and he nodded, that stern face of his the same as usual, pupils seeming a little larger as he looked at the seat opposite you before looking at you. His eyes flicked between the two before he decided on standing, looking down at you, seeming an even more unfair height difference as you sat, looking up at him with accidental doe eyes.

"So, i needed to get updated reports on earth 616, and a few more, also, i need you to fill in the graphs for the earth 138, i saw a bunch of mistakes when Hobie did it..Es un idiota, no puedo… honestamente no puedo…" (t: He is such an idiot, i cannot- i honestly cannot..) He explained, his tone serious, as usual, his look worse, his eyes boring holes into you, except when he mumbled about Hobie, his focus shifting.

"Couldn't have sent that in an email?" You asked and he rolled his eyes "Unless you need something else" You stood up, gently striding over to your own printer with confidence, brushing your shoulder against his side. A month or tow ago, you begged him for your own printer, sick of sharing, weirdly, he complied. He argued 'it will speed things up, you do most of the work around here anyway, they all just print off spider memes' but again, you hoped you were just special to him.

You bent down lightly to grab the paper that printed, not knowing how crazy you were sending him, he cleared his throat "Like what?"

"Just wanna spend time with your fav coworker" You teased, glancing over your shoulder, smirking playfully, he shook his head and looked away from you, leaning on your desk "Thats funny, Angelito"

"Ah don't lie, Mig'..you enjoy spending time with me" You walked back over, heels clicking gently, you placed the papers on the desk, leaning on it beside him.

"Do I? Yeah?" He Snickered, tone sarcastic, you smiled, knowing deep down, he did. "Ah, you know you wish you could hide out in here" You shrugged and he turned just slightly, tilting his head so he could see you, your gaze facing forward.

"Hm? really?"

"Yeah, i mean no one bothers me, i can do whatever, i could get away with murder, especially with the way you treat me"

"Hows that Princesa?" He squinted, licking his lips, you found yourself growing nervous under his gaze again, facing him. "Don't lie Miguel, You treat me different"

"So what? Say i do give you the special treatment, pretty, what does that mean?" He asks, the nickname making the air feel thick, lifting a large hand to brush under your jaw, his scarlet stare almost burning as he lifted your head with just his forefinger.

"You tell me.." You mumbled, barely above a whisper and he glanced at the door once before mumbling "mierda" and smashing his lips to yours, his soft lips moving perfectly against your own, like the connection that had you had both needed, an exasperated sigh escaped you into the kiss, your hand pressing against his muscular chest, nails digging into his suit slightly as he hummed, his other hand sliding to the curve of your ass.

He squeezed the plush of it before lifting you onto your desk, his other hand keeping you as close as possible until you pulled back, breathless, he looked at you, his ruby orbs scanning over your frame as you looked at him in slight shock. He reached his hand to your shirt and quickly unbuttoned the material, flinging it off your shoulders, his tan, rough hands gently cascading over your shoulders.

He leaned down to gently kiss over your skin, lips brushing over the skin of your shoulder, teeth touching at your bra strap before he sucked at the skin of your collarbone, a whine falling out of you. His scarred hands sliding to your back to undo your bra, it popping off with ease as he carefully removed it from your body like you were artwork. He licked a stripe over the skin he had just abused, blowing cool air onto the mark, making you shiver, whimpering lightly at the feeling. He moved back to admire you "Dios, tan caliente.." He bit down on his bottom lip, looking up to meet your view. Your cheeks felt hot as you looked at him, his hair falling over his face messily, eyes half lidded, lips plumper than usual.

"Wanna take you here, right here princesa" He grinned slightly and you nodded eagerly, leaning to pepper kisses along his jaw as he clicked at his watch. His head tilted back ever so slightly in pleasure, giving you more access to his neck, gently sucking and biting at it, hoping to leave a mark as easy as he did. With a click or two his suit grew loose and he hummed in pleasure, leaning back from your mouth "I'll get carried away, muñeca"

You nodded, smiling shyly, helping him pull down his suit, making sure to brush your fingertips over the skin of his arms, abs and legs, noticing the goosebumps that appeared on his tan skin. Fuck he was toned, like everywhere. He stood in just black boxers and you couldn't help yourself, fingers tracing his abs. He chuckled in amusement "Mm, while that feels good baby, we can't waste time" he took your hands in his, kissing both before placing them at your sides.

You were about to pull down your skirt but he was quick to stop you "Ah!-ah, keep it on, it's barely a skirt anyway" He teased, standing in front of you, veined hands gliding over your thighs, pushing your skirt up and smirking "fuck, cariño, when you bent over, it was so hard not to slam you against the printer right then and there" His words sent a shiver down your spine and you smirked.

"I was hoping it'd have that effect" You kissed his jaw and he tutted, gripping at the plush of your thighs "So unprofessional" His large hand slid between your legs, pushing your thighs apart "Gonna get you ready for me, yeah?" He reassured and you nodded eagerly, biting down on your lip as you felt his thumb rub a gentle circle into your inner thigh before pushing your small panties to the side.

"Fuck" He cursed under his breath, his middle finger sliding down your slit "so fucking wet, perdóname" (t:forgive me). He circled your clit with his thumb, applying pressure to the sensitive nub before pushing his thick finger into you, you gasped quietly at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut. He watched you with deep eyes, finger pushing in an out of you, curling to meet your g spot in heavenly ecstasy, before adding another the second he felt you were ready. "mierda..can't take it baby, bend over" he pulled his fingers out of you, wiping your slick on your thigh.

Instantly, you did as told, bending over your desk, arching your back slightly so you were on show for him, he groaned at the sight and pushed your skirt over the plump of your ass, tugging your panties down to your thighs. You could hear him sorting out his boxers and the anticipation built up more and more with every second, you found yourself wriggling against the desk, squeezing your thighs together. "Such a pretty sight baby, you that desperate huh? want y cock that bad?"

"mhm" You whined, clenching around nothing eyes screwed shut in desperation, he moaned softly at the sight and nodded. "yeah?"

"yes! Miguel, please!" You whined and he snickered, his hand smoothing over your ass, the other helping line his cock up with your hole "Good girl" He commented, pushing his tip into you before grunting "This tight cunt gonna fit me baby?"

"yes..miggy, yes please, promise it will" You mumbled, words barely coherent, grinding against him, he chuckled, pushing into you, the pressure new, never being filled so deep, a high pitched moan left you as his hips met your ass, his hand soothingly rubbing your waist "That's it, good girl, take me so well..tan hermoso" He spoke, sounding kind but choked, as if he himself was struggling to hold back. After a moment, he began to move, his hips snapping back to meet yours with every thrust, filling you each time, one hand slid under you, pressing at your lower stomach with enough pressure to angle you more, his thrusts hitting your g-spot perfectly.

He seriously knew how to please a woman, his other hand rubbed at your clit, his body meeting yours at a quick but powerful pace, squelching noises filling the room as you both grew hot and sweaty, not once had a man ever made you feel so good and no one would ever top this. "santa mierda" He groaned, if you could see him, his eyes are shut, mouth agape, moaning out in pleasure, head back, neck exposed.

"Mig- I'm..I'm close" You panted out, gripping at your desk as your stomach tightened, the feeling so familiar yet new. He nodded "Same, princesa, coño..Cum, cum on my cock baby" He pumped into you a few last times, his finger rubbing roughly at your overstimulated clit, making you gush all over him, moaning out. He groaned in reaction, bucking his hips once or twice as he came into you, filling you with his cum. Both of you were breathless, he pulled out after a minute and finally sat in that chair that was offered a while ago.

You looked to him before collapsing onto his lap, his arm wrapping tightly around your waist, panting and leaning your head into the crook of his neck. "Fuck..Miguel your amazing" You choked out, looking up to kiss him with a sheepish smile.

"I know, you feel fucking amazing baby" He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead "keep that cum in there, s'hot" He mumbled, looking between your eyes and lips, like he couldn't decide. You nodded and he hummed "Your beautiful, mi corazón..I have to get back to work, but come see me when i'm finished hm?" He asked and you nodded, both of you rushing to get ready and clean up, trying to act normal.

As he stepped out the door he turned to you "No me hagas esperar, I'll see you at seven, y/n" He winked, leaving. (T: Don't keep me waiting)

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Im honestly sorry this was rushed, could this maybe be a two parter? not a clue.

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[collectivecloseness]

okay but imagine one of the yandere fruity four (let’s say Nancy, because she’s been a bit of an example used before poor girl) just snaps and kidnaps you, without thinking about it or consulting the rest of the group. And obviously now all of them have to deal with the repercussions of her actions

Anon I am kissing you on the mouth late for valentines thank you

Things like this are so interesting though! Because if you saw Nancy kidnapping you, and she takes you to the others, home, fuck yes they are so pissed at Nancy, but now they can’t let you go. Because you saw Nancy, one of them, and they can’t put her, or any of their family (you, too, are part of their family) in danger.

So okay, you are joining the family this way. They prepared for this scenario anyway.

Of course they thought they’d have more time, because just... up and taking you would have been a last shot, if after they courted you you still said no- you weren’t sure, or you couldn’t because of some horrible reason restricting your choice :(. They would have helped you through that last alternative anyway, because they love you <3

Not all of them even thought down the taking you path... Well okay actually, all of them did, some of them would have just been a lot quieter about it than others. And some definitely would have only had it as their last, last, very last option if they were that desperate and there was nothing else they could do for you... But you’re here now. They love you. They’ll make it work, as best as they can for you. You deserve that, after everything you’ve been put through now, at the very least.

You deserve everything.

So now not only were you betrayed by one friend, but when you see your other friends, you realise you’ve been betrayed by all of them. All four of your best friends, all of them were lying to you, all of them had this crazy thing about you behind your back together, all of them were going to hurt you by keeping you here, and protect each other instead...

Like I said, the other three are pissed when Nancy tells them what she’s done. Eddie tried to run straight upstairs for you, to the spare room Nancy put you in, that they were all planning to be your room eventually anyways. But she grabs him so hard he nearly breaks his leg, gripping onto the bannister and being yanked down those first couple of steps.

Even Robin’s trying to push past, standing up to Nancy for one of the first proper times, at least physically, as she uses her height to stand practically chest to chest with Nancy, and demand she let her and Eddie go to you right now, and to not mess anything up anymore. Robin’s face serious, and dark, and pissed, as she looms in front of Nancy, a way she’s never been before, not to one of the others.

But Nancy begs everyone to listen first. She’s in tears shortly into her argument, her defence more of an apology than anything, and speeching a stance of what they can all do next, to keep this all together. She knows she fucked up. And Nancy usually doesn’t cry when trying to debate something. But Nancy knows what a whole mess this thing is, and it is entirely her fault; no one else to blame but her this time. She doesn’t want to lose the others either. And she can’t lose you, hopefully if the others stay with her, they’ll help you come back around to her too...

But when the other three first burst into your room, they are in shock.

Yeah they knew you were up here. God, they were practically scratching layers beneath their skin and bouncing the floorboards into dust, knowing you were tied up and frightened and all alone up there, but they were taking forever to talk downstairs. A family meeting without you... the last time that’ll happen, they swear okay? ...Apart from the ones where you don’t need to know something that will just upset you.

Immediately they’re running forwards and untying you. Nancy practically had your whole body bound in rope, she was really panicking after hitting you over the head and deciding to just take you.

Shock still on their faces as Eddie undoes your ear muffs and scarf blindfold from Nancy’s winter wear, wanting you to find your senses, caring about you more than anything else right now. He needs you to not be even more frightened, panicked, to know it’s him and you’re safe now and this will never happen to you again - it shouldn’t have. His hands brushing your cheeks as he removes them. His face tender and soothing and heightened with adrenaline, taking this so so seriously as he frees you, let’s you get your senses back. Keeps his hands stroking your cheeks as you see him, because you know Eddie will keep you safe.

Steve apologising profusely and promising you’re alright over and over, as he immediately moves to assessing the rope situation. Deciding to just cut them all with a pocket knife in his jeans, instead of having you in them for five more seconds. Taking it out and being thankful he has all his family here, because as you notice it’s them, your friends, coming to save you, once Eddie’s freed your eyes, you settle down enough so Steve won’t nick you, as he quickly gets to work. Fuck all this rope, Nancy shouldn’t need any more anyway, she shouldn’t be doing anything by herself anymore if she’s hurting you, and all of you, like this!

Robin breaking Eddie’s handcuffs Nancy stole that are tying you to the your bedpost, while you lay on the floor all wrapped up. She doesn’t even really know how she does it in the end. She just acts quick and makes sure not to hurt your wrist. Permanently breaking something belonging to Eddie’s personality that Nancy had twisted and used to victimise you... Robin could really mess with her right now. But at least once it’s done, it’s easier for Steve, dealing with all that rope. Used just for you, someone who wouldn’t hurt anyone. And you’ve been laying on the carpeted floor with your whole body tied up and senses stolen, with nothing even coating your injured head...

All their eyes wet and terrified and loving and soothing and deep in yours. Eddie holding your face as his dark puppy eyes stay closest to yours, walking you through some calming talk as he holds you. Steve promising he’s getting you out right now and shushing you as he says you’re okay, every time he feels it’s safe enough to look up from his knife, task oriented. Robin joining Steve the second she’s broken the cuffs, her blue eyes less teary and so determined, because she is deep in protective mode right now, letting you know when it’ll be over soon.

As soon as you see the others, especially with their shock, their runs to free you, their soothing and apologetic and horrified words, all you can think is thank god. You’re trying to tell them Nancy has suffered some kind of episode, even though you’re sure they already know that. Nancy wasn’t in this room, and they all knew where you were, they were still just shocked to see you like this.

As soon as they’ve got you free, you leap forward, and because of positioning alone, Steve is the first one you hug. He practically lifts you upright, back onto your feet, the moment he hugs you back, even if it does take him a second before he does so.

Steve sniffles as he hugs you, his toned arms shaking but not from the effort of those ropes. His cheek pressed to yours, as he blinks tears down his face, being brushed away by your hair as he lets you sink into his protective hold. Thanking him, hugging one of your best friends, because he saved you, like you knew he would.

Steve hugs you back, because he’s your hero briefly, and he’s aware this will be the last time you’ll hug him for a while. Any of them. Last time you’ll hug them like this, like the you who you still are, for a while. Steve doesn’t want you to change, Nancy shouldn’t have-

He knows this new arrangement will take some getting used to. For all of them. Especially because you probably are going to change as a person, as someone they all know, they love for who you are. But it’s okay, of course they’ll love you anyway, no matter what.

You tell them again about Nancy suffering some sort of break, clearly something is very wrong with her mental health you say, and they all say they know, which you assume they did as they knew where to find you. They’re all relishing in these last few seconds with you, mourning the normal future they know they could have had with you, by keeping their hands on you while they can right now

Steve rubbing your shoulders with his thumbs, his hands grounding you there with comfort and strength, after you pulled back from the hug. Eddie cupping your cheek and neck, still so close by, his other ringed hand cradling through your hair, and biting his lip as he tries not to think about next time he’ll be able to do this again. Robin rubbing your back up and down, her hand resting on your hip like it usually is with you, knowing she’s lost that normalcy, one type of relationship with you now.

And then you realise that all four of your friends are kidnapping you now. They’re all insane. What the fuck have they been thinking about you this entire time? Why are they doing this now? They’ve untied you from your restraints, Steve is nearly on his knees whilst keeping his hands on your shoulders, as he begs you to believe you’ll never be restrained again, but explains they’re still locking you in this room for now.

Stealing you in Steve’s slightly soundproofed house, with no neighbours in viewable distance through the trees of Hawkins around.

At least the house you were to be kept prisoner in was very lovingly built by the architect... The way out of Steve’s house was a straight line, a path easy for anyone facing that way to spot. Easy for them to see anyone leaving on. If no one came to the front door, and knowing - or rather not knowing what these four were capable of - you’re sure they’d be able to keep people away, then there’s no way you’d be spotted. And while Steve hadn’t soundproofed the house or anything dramatic like that, it did keep sound well. It kept everything in well. Which was unfortunate for you.

Begging one of them to be on your side. Doing so as soon they forlornly tell you what’s going to happen now, for the first couple of days. Like for Robin or Eddie to help you. You’re very quickly trying to refigure out your friends. But they don’t. They don’t let you free. They don’t get you the phone. They want you to know they are on your side, they tell you they don’t want you to feel like you’re all on your own, but you say that you are, because they won’t help you.

They sadly trot away, closing your door behind you, to respect you and your boundaries. Sulking away upset, even if they do understand. But if making them upset that they’re making you feel this way helps you get out, then good! But also they should feel upset! They should feel guilty!

You’ll tell them how abandoned and alone you feel, that neither of them are supporting you, you can’t trust them to be by your side, and they can’t promise you it’s untrue, because you have all this evidence to throw in their face, or to tearily testify with. They say they’ll do anything else for you, anything in the world. Even though every single thing you ask for the first day they say no to.

Nancy begging you not to blame/be mean to the others. But what else can you respond with other than actually you will keep doing so, as they are just as complicit as her because they are keeping you here.

“Do you know the law Nancy? They will also be thrown away for kidnapping. You definitely shouldn’t go for that position as a crime reporter, if you don’t know the law.”

The ‘will’ hurts Nancy. As if you really do want them all sent away to prison. Like you’d try to do that to them if they gave you that bit of freedom right now. Like you’re planning on it happening.

You don’t want Nancy to get that stupid promotion. You don’t exactly care how she feels about herself, unless it’s guilty enough to set you free... or upset enough to hurt- Unless it affects your chances of getting out of here unharmed, you couldn’t give one about her feelings.

“Also fuck you.” Is the other thing you say to Nancy. Right before she leaves you to yourself again.

They try to give you privacy, but also keep you at a level of interaction with them like before. Just like before Nancy hurt you - they are really apologetic for that, and really are glad you let them take care of your poor minor head injury. A similar amount of time that you’d interact with them everyday, before you lived with them. So you weren’t going through too many changes, and so you weren’t scared each time they did breach your new bedroom. They want you to feel normal, they really really do.

Steve mentioned to you about two weeks in, when he came in to chat with you like they all do, that if Nancy gets some promotion she’s working towards, it’ll mean more funds in the household for everyone! He says it while practically bouncing on your- the bed, with a smile. Although he quickly gets that expression on his face, the one you used to think was dorky and endearing, where he realised he may have messed up while speaking, and he quickly rectifies that of course that’s not to say anything negative about you now also pulling from the household pot, and that they’re very happy to have you, they’ve always been planning for that; especially since they know you really wanted that break because you were so burned out, so they were gonna give it to you with all their financial support. All their support in the world. Also, the amount they used to buy you gifts, or nights out, or pay for gas to see you, you were always a part of the pot anyway.

You tell Steve to go away, before he can smile for a second time today. It is very rare any of them smile, in this first week or two they have you. Sometimes they forget things aren’t like they used to be. Or they try to treat things like normal, to help you transition. But you definitely weren’t smiling, and they knew, no matter how much the fact made them want to claw their own hearts out, they knew they were the reason why. So they didn’t really feel any reason for them to smile. Not so far anyway.

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[everythingbutdragons]

...stuff under the cut.

Been imagining this-

Donnie sighing as he walks into his lab, turning down the small hallway that leads to his room. Glancing around before reaching up to his shoulder to press the button that releases his battle shell.

He lets out a low groan as he slippes it off his shoulders, hanging it up on the wall with his other creations. Taking off all his other gear, he quickly wiggles out of his shorts, hissing as cold air hits his tail. Donnie tucks his tail against himself before grabbing a pair of sweats and throwing them on.

Turning to his bed he hops onto it and shuffles in happy circles. Flopping down he buries his face into the nest of his clothing and yours, plus a few blankets and sheets. He churrs, happily wiggling and not particularly caring his ass was still in the air.

Bringing his hands in front of him, he stretches- the good kind that makes his brain melt. He relaxes into the bed again, your combined scents putting him on cloud-nine. His hind-brain was also happy, causing him to chirp subconsciously as his thoughts drift to you.

It was his season. Mating season. Donnie expected to be more prepared but his schedule had been thrown out of whack since hed started dating you. Not that he minds- you take care of him. Changing the sheets or blankets, bringing him food and water, keeping him company... there were so many things you did. He couldnt help the way his thoughts drift to the... more intimate things you help him with.

See, Donnie had always been a switch. He loved fucking you- trust me, with how loud he is you cant not know. But he also enjoys the other way around. And for some reason, his hind-brain effected that during his season. Donnie is a sub when its mating season. Whining when you ride him, or drooling when you fuck him. Hes not sure why, and sometimes it can frustrate and upset him. But you're always there to help him- the boy gets emotional during mating season too.

Sighing again he buries his face further into the sheets, trying to cool his mind. He didnt want to be riled up. Especially if you werent here. It never ended well. Whining in distress at the thought of what could happen, he didnt hear you walk into his room, a grin on your face.

Sneaking up behind him, delighted in seeing his ass in the air, his tail standing proud and wagging slightly, you reach out and brush it with your finger tips. Donnie yelps in surprise snapping his head around to look at you.

"Y-y/n?! I thought you were supposed to be home later-?"

"They let me leave early. Some guy stole something and cops came. So they said i could take the rest of the evening off," you chuckle, grabbing his tail and gently rubbing the underside of it with your thumb, watching him melt into the bed. "Plus, i didnt want to leave you for so long, especially with your season."

He chirps in response, eyes heavily lidded as his chin rested on one of your hoodies. You continue the gentle rubbing, feeling his tail twitch and eag in your palm. It had taken a long time for him to let you do this. Donnie had been very hesitant the first time you brought it up, given it was so sensitive and he didnt want to embarrass himself.

But you had been so gentle, carefully kneading it as he churred. It had actually put him to sleep- he now frequently asked you to do it, hinting at it after dinner or after a hard day at work. Even just when you two have woken up, he'll nuzzle his beak under your nose and ask softly.

Turning your hand, the gentle rubbing turns into a careful stroking, running your whole hand along his tail. He whines softly, his legs widening their stance as his hips dip a bit. Finding it hard to keep his eyes open, he buries further into your hoodie and groans.

You grin, bending over him slightly to reach his shell, rubbing at it. His response was immediate in a soft moan, his tail twitching. You keep stroking, watching him fall apart, smiling and cooing at him as he-

*coughs* anyways.

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[serendipityrogers]

Reprimand

pairing: john price x female!reader 

word count: around 1.4k 

content warnings: kinda mean!price in the beginning, spanking, overstimulation possibly, no actual sex but definitely smut. MDNI

an: more cod stuff! woohoo! this is my first time writing something like this so bear with me. its not a full blown fic, just s little something. i got inspired by a tiktok i saw, but i can’t find it now.  im still working on some request from about a month ago, but if you see this and want to send some more, feel free! 

There were three tell-all signs that the Captain had which let you know when you had fucked up, and he was displaying them all for you right now. 

One, he sat back slowly in his large office chair, causing a slight squeaking noise. The chair was physically taller and broader than him, but in that moment he made it look puny, meant for a child.

Two, an elbow propped up on the arms of the chair, stroking the length of his mustache. While he appeared to be in deep thought about all the forms of punishment he could put you through.

Three, using his other hand, he rhythmically tapped the solid, oak desk with his fingertips, clearly trying to calculate exactly what he needed to say next. He was a man of few words, but when he did speak, everyone listened. 

All that cockiness, stemming from a successful mission, that resided in your body, exorcized itself almost immediately. You had been on this side of Price a time or two before. What exactly had you done? You couldn’t say, on this last mission, you were quite reckless. A usual occurrence, even putting Soap to shame. It could have been leaving your post early, after it was made very clear not to. Or it could have been the jokes you made over the communication systems. You were never one to take things very seriously. Well, that was the case for everything, except for this. 

“Captain, I–” You tried to speak, defend your actions, but he stopped you, holding his palm out towards you. “I think you’ve done enough talking.” He barked, his accent sounding rougher than normal. You knew how this was going to end, the same way it always did. You just wished he would get on with it, because the anticipation was killing you, and you could feel the mix of dread and excitement building in the pit of your stomach. 

Price and you had a thing, an indescribable thing, but it was definitely a thing. Finally, after a long, thick silence, he beckoned you forward with his index finger. Your legs felt like they could crumble at any moment as you walked towards him, rounding the side of the desk, and coming to stand next to him. Twisting in the chair, he faced you, one hand still messing with his mustache. 

“Be a good girl and bend over the desk.”  It was like your body was entranced, buckling forward at the hips, chest coming to rest against the hard surface of his desk. The oak was cold against your exposed arms, which were bent at the elbow and palms flat. Exactly how he liked you. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear his movements as he stood up from his seat, the wheels of his chair scratching against the wooden floor as it rolled backwards a few feet. 

The heavy footfall of his boots were deafening in the otherwise silent office as he paced behind you somewhere. “How many times are we going to have to do this, Sergeant?” He asks rhetorically, he knows you’ll never learn. “Never again, sir.” But your promise falls of deaf ears. “Ah, we know that’s not true. He chuckles. He wasn’t wrong, but you would never admit that to him. “We both know you like this a little too much.” Your body spoke louder than any words possibly could, and he was a great listener. 

Still unable to see the Captain, you heard his pacing cease, coming to stand directly behind you. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body. He was close, but not close enough to actually be touching you. One of his boots kicked the insides of your feet, instructing you to widen your stance, which you did. His index fingers loop around the waistband of your thermals, shoving them down your legs with no warning. Your panties going with them. 

You tense under the sudden decrease in temperature, cool air traveling between your legs and to the apex of your thighs. Your fists ball up beside you, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to suppress any of the noises threatening to pass your lips. “You were certainly more chatty earlier, sweetheart. What happened?” He mocked.

“Sir, I–” Was all you could muster out, before one hand came down to graze the newly exposed skin, causing you to let out a small gasp. Another laugh passes his lips from behind you, his thumb rubbing over the soft skin. You were putty in his hands, and he had barely even touched you yet. 

Leaning over you, he placed his mouth right beside your ear. “Good girls get rewarded…” He whispers, his long, slender fingers crawling closer to your cunt, the pad of his index finger makes contact with your cunt. He presses forward, between your soaked folds, until he’s satisfied by the amount of slick he’s collected on the tip of his finger. And just as you think he’s about to push one of his fingers inside you, he speaks again, “...bad girls get punished.” 

That’s when he pulls away from you, voiding you of any contact. A strangled groan falls past your lips, “I-I’m sorry for misb-behaving, s-sir.” You apologize profusely. “I-It won't happen again.” You echo your promise from earlier, but Price still doesn’t buy it. He knows you’re just saying that to get your way, but he wasn’t budging that easily. “You know the drill, sweetheart…” He said, completely ignoring your pleas. 

“Count.” That’s when you felt the first smack come down on your ass, the left cheek. The sound echoes off the walls, your body jolting further against the desk. The handles of the drawers digging into the fronts of your thighs. “One!” You squeak out, eyes screwed shut, the pain simmered on your back side. It was a pleasurable feeling, it was like adding oxygen to the fire inside you. 

That was until his large hand came down again, across the same cheek. There was a trend that each swat got harder and harder as time went on. “Two!” You called out, hands reaching out to grip the front of the desk for support. “You sure do know how to take direction now.” He quipped. “Price, I promise I-“ Another smack, harder this time. “Three!” The Captain was very particular about the use of honorifics in this type of situation. He definitely enjoyed the power dynamic between the two of you, and used it to his advantage. 

An annoyed wail instinctually leaves your mouth. “Where are your manners, sweetheart?” He scolded. “Sir, sorry, I just wanted to sa-“ Another swat. Between the momentum and his calloused hand, the stinging sensation grew quickly. After the fourth slap, his fingertips dig into the reddened skin, which was beginning to swell from the mishandling. He kneads the flesh, causing you to suck in a quick breath. “C’mon, Sergeant, you’re doing so well.” He praised you, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head. “F-Four…” You whimpered. 

This continued well into the double digits. Each one getting more difficult to count out loud, but with each smack he seemed to get more lenient with you. From experience he knew, anything after fifteen was hit or miss. You had started seeing stars at around eleven. “Eightee-en.” You weren't sure when the tears had started, but they stained your cheeks. You could taste the saltiness on your lips. 

Luckily Price knew your body well enough to know when you were at your tipping point, and he could tell you were nearly there. “You’re being such a good girl, you can make it to twenty, yeah?” You contemplated for a moment, the burning sensation on your ass was intense, you knew there would surely be bruises and sitting would already be a challenge. “Y-Yes, s-sir.” You mewled. “Atta girl.” He cooed. 

Another slap. “Nineteen.” You said through gritted teeth, you were sure your knuckles were white because of how hard you were gripping the desk to steady yourself.. Your legs had started to go numb, they were overcome with that familiar buzzing sensation. Your brain was foggy, you weren’t even sure how you were keeping track of the number you were at, you were just spouting out numbers and hoping for the best. “So good.” The Captain reiterated, “Last one.” 

Smack. 

“Twenty!” You sobbed out. “Alright, you’re all done.” He murmured, “Stand up.” He ordered softly. It took a few moments for your brain to register his words, but once they did, you used your hands to push off the desk. As all your weight distributed back onto your legs, that's when they crumbled, luckily Price was there to catch you. 

“It’s alright, I gotcha, love.”

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“Ticks?” My mother shrieks, “Ticks? Are you joking me? And what are you doing sitting on the sofa? Get up. Up!”

I spring up with my hands out in surrender as she pushes past me to swipe at the seat cushions with frantic hands, then she shouts at me again; “Go stand over there, away from the furniture.”

“What’s going on now?” Dad comes out of the bathroom after his morning shower and adopts a disapproving stance despite not actually knowing what is going on yet. 

“Jude found a tick on his arm.”

“Are you kidding me? Jude, you have ticks now?”

“I don’t ‘have ticks now’, dad, I have a tick, one tick. What, do you think this is a new personality trait of mine or something? Do you think I want to have a fucking ticks on me?”

“Watch your mouth!” Mom snaps. 

Dad spears his fingers into his hair in a display of utter despair, “How did you get ticks?”

“One tick,” I reiterate, “and I assume it was from the woods, I don’t know.”

“See this is why I didn’t want you to go camping. This is the kind of thing that happens, and now with a busy morning we have to try and work through this as a family.”

I groan, “Can you stop that please? Why is your language so overdramatic, huh? It’s a bug. I’ll just pick it out.”

Mom stabs a finger in my direction, “Not in here you won’t! Go outside to get that thing off you.”

“Obviously.”

“And you’ll have to go to the doctor too, just in case you have Lyme disease or God knows what.”

Ivy’s bedroom door opens and she emerges rubbing her eyes, “Is Jude sick?”

“No, Ivy, I’m fine.”

“But… Didn’t mom say that you have a disease?”

“No, I just have to go to the doctor for something. Something small. Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh,” Her hair is sticking up all over the place, and her pyjama leg has migrated up to her knee, “Shall I come?”

Mom physically restrains her from coming any closer. “Jude will go on his own, we need to get you ready for the kids club.” 

Her eyes are big blue pools of concern, “Are you sure? I think I should come.” Ivy hates the doctor, she finds it terrifying and seems to assume that I do too, and it’s sweet that she’s offered but I really don’t think that I need the accompaniment of a seven year old child to the local GP. 

“No, it’s okay, you’ll have more fun at the kids club.”

“What is it that’s wrong?” She wonders, and as we try to explain to her about the bug, and how the bug might be diseased, and if so that means I’ll need to get special medicine for it, Jen slips out of her bedroom like a shadow, sprints upstairs and out the front door. 

“Excuse me,” I say to my family. I follow her. 

I hurry out the door and to the deck, then up the wooden steps to the road where I find her lighting a cigarette on the wall. “Oi,” I say, “What you running away from?”

She smirks, “You know, you and your family fight almost as much as Michelle and her mother. Another reason I think you two would get along.”

“Ah, so you’re a coward, hiding from conflict.”

“Have you followed me out here to bring more to me, hm? Not done being mad at me over abandoning you at the campsite?”

“I can't stay mad at you, Jenny, it’s inconvenient.”

She snickers and shoves me, but then quickly recoils and stares at her hand, “I shouldn’t have done that, should I? I might have ticks now.”

“Ah, so you heard that bit.”

“Colette was literally screaming ‘TICKS!’. It’s what woke me up actually.” She looks me up and down and gives me a tiny shrug, “Congratulations.” 

“You sure you don’t have them too, hm?”

“Oh, how would I have ticks? That’s just not in my personality. That’s not the kind of thing I’d get involved with.”

“Is that so? Well, have you checked?”

“Don’t need to.”

“We were in the same woods…”

“Yeah but you were the one rolling around on the ground with Clóda, I think your chances are a pinch higher.”

The memory of the grains of sand floats to the surface of my mind and a horrified shudder rips through me, “Well if you don’t check then you’ll be sorry… like, if my mom finds out there’s a tick infestation in the guest room then she’s not gonna be pleased…”

“Oh, Christ sake. Look,” She holds out her arms, then her legs to me. She searches between her fingers, behind her knees, and even pokes around in her armpits. “See? Nothing. Where else could they be hiding?”

“Apparently they love to get cosy behind your ears. Did you know that?”

She scoffs and runs a finger behind her ear, and I watch as her face falls and horror takes over . We stare at each other for a long moment. 

“What?” I say, “Did you find one?” And then I burst out laughing, “No way, no fucking way!”

“Shut up!” She says with rising panic and throws her cigarette into a drain, “Just shut up! Take me to the doctor with you.”

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[words-like-water]

False Infidelity

or the one where you think Gar is cheating on you.

Gar Logan x gn!reader

warnings: curse words courtesy of Jason Todd

word count: 1,096

request: @danversxwasabi "can you write about the reader dating Gar but, because of a misunderstanding, believing he cheats on her with Rachel? just some angst and fluff at the end."

a/n: My first request! I will always remember you, my love. I love requests. They are so much fun. Please keep sending lots of requests. Also, I know that the last post was in lowercase, but I'm trying different stuff out to see what I like. Also, there's no posting schedule right now, but I promise I'll have one eventually. This will all be a lot more orderly down the road.

Being a Titan is mentally and emotionally taxing.

Because of my powers —the ability to phase through anything and everything— I feel like I have to keep myself in check more often as my powers fluctuate with my feelings.

Which is kind of difficult considering I'm a fairly emotional person.

Thankfully, I have my loving boyfriend here to help me whenever I feel out of sorts.

In fact, the first time I met Gar, I was so nervous that I started sinking through the floor.

Gar Logan is the sweetest person I've ever met. He's always bringing me little things that he thinks will make me happy, and they do.

He lets me cuddle him while he plays video games; we bake together; and he lets me steal his clothes without complaining, and when they don't smell like him anymore, he just switches them out for ones that do.

And he's so helpful all the time. Reassuring me whenever I get anxious, cheering me up whenever I get really sad, and helping me stay calm whenever I get mad and extremely annoyed.

Like right now.

Dick had insisted that I practice fighting without triggering my powers.

So here I am, sparring with the most annoying person on Earth, trying to stay calm.

"Come on, is that all you got?"

Jason Todd dances around me on the mat.

I've been so busy trying not to get angry at his stupid comments that I've mostly been making defensive moves.

I know I'm reaching my limit. He makes some snarky comment and kicks at my torso. It never connects; his leg passes right through me.

The weight that he put into the kick was more than he anticipated. It throws his balance off, and he curses as he hits the mat.

With the look in his eyes, I can feel the venom ready to leave his mouth.

He stands up and resumes his fighting stance across the mat, and I can feel myself moving before he finishes shit-talking.

"Do you ever notice how much time Gar and Rachel spend together?" "You think they're fucking?"

My fist is flying faster than I can think and faster than he can move.

And he's lucky that I'm irritated because the power in this punch might have knocked a few of his teeth loose.

But it doesn't. Instead, I phase, and it sends me hurtling into the wall behind him.

Through the wall, actually.

And right into the hallway.

Where Gar and Rachel are standing really close. His hand touching the side of her face.

They both go silent, eyes wide like they hadn't expected me to be here. I mean, I did come out of the wall. No excuse though.

They look at each other and take a step back.

They both start with my name on the tip of their tongues, but I'm back through the wall before either of them can finish their lie.

Jason's coming at me with a smirk on his face, but I shove him out of the way before he can say anything either.

I yank my door open, stomp inside, and slam it shut all in one fluid motion.

I'm having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that Gar would cheat on me as I press my back against the door.

Rachel of all people

I slide to the floor.

Tears prick my eyes as I think about all of the signs I probably missed.

I'm thinking about how at dinner he always sits next to me, but directly in front of her.

All the looks they've probably shared during what Kory calls "family movie night." Looks that I've missed.

Before I know it, I can feel the wood behind me dissipating.

I shuffle away from the door, opting to pace back and forth in front of my bed as I try to calm down.

I think about how much easier this would be if Gar were here, and hot tears roll down my face.

Gar would be here if he weren't the one making me upset.

He would be here if he weren't with her.

Bile rises from my stomach at that thought, but I swallow it back down.

A knock on the door turns my heart into lead, but my body turns lighter than air, and I sink into the floor a little.

"Love, I know what you think you saw, but I promised nothing happened."

As Gar speaks, I can't decide if that's real remorse in his voice or regret for the fact that he got caught.

Still, I can't help the way that my body gravitates toward him in my state of distress. "Then why were you guys so close? Why were you touching her face? Hm?"

I hope he can hear the hurt in my voice.

"She had an eyelash in her eye." "I was just trying to help." I rip the door open.

"Did you have to touch her like that? Like you don't have a girlfriend?" I watch his face closely, searching for a tell that he's lying. Tears are still wetting my face.

He looks to the ground before his eyes meet mine again. "No, I didn't, but I wasn't thinking about it."

"You didn't think about the fact that you have a girlfriend!?" I'm hysterical at this point.

Gar hesitantly steps into the room, closer to me. "I didn't think about her like that when I was touching her face."

Once I'm within his arm's reach, he pulls me close by my waist. "It was completely platonic, baby, I swear." "I was just tryna help."

The way he's looking at me with so much love begins to make me question if I've been a little irrational. I just can't help it when I ask him anyway.

"So you still love me?"

"Yes, I promise I still love you with all my heart." His hands slip under my shirt to rub my lower back.

"And you're not cheating on me with Rachel?" I sniffled a little bit.

"No, baby, I'd never ever cheat on you, not with anyone." He pulls me into a hug, my face tucked into his chest.

"Can we cuddle, please?" My words muffle against his shirt, and he laughs, already pulling me towards the bed.

"Of course, we can, my love." He flops down onto my bed and pulls me on top of him.

I can already feel myself returning to normal as I fall into the comforting embrace of my lover.

Like always, being with Gar makes everything better.

#gar logan x reader #garfield logan #gar logan x fem!reader #titans x reader #gar logan angst #gar logan fluff

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Might As Well 2; Looking Straight At You

matty healy x videographer!reader

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You saw Chris off to his car. He made sure you were alright to stay, right up until he was getting ready to pull onto the road.

“Just call me if you need me to pick you up, I’ll come straight away,” he assured you as you leaned against the window to say goodbye.

“I’ll be okay,” you answered. You stood on the driveway, waiting for him to drive up the road back to your house, your safety.

As you turned around to walk back to the shed, you got a shock. Matty was walking towards you, through the gate that separated the back and front gardens. He saw you jump a little.

“Sorry! Sorry..” He put his hands up in surrender. “I–you were taking a while so I wanted to make sure you were alright..”

You smiled a bit. You hoped with the dim light, he wouldn’t be able to see how touched you were by the gesture.

“So shall we?” He pointed over his back towards the shed in distant view. He held out his hand in front of him. “C’mon.”

You weren’t sure what possessed you to grab his hand as confidently as you did, but with a spring in your step and a firm grip on Matty’s hand, you two were strolling back to the shed. He let out a breathy chuckle as you walked. You tried your hardest to just seem happy, to mask your pure fear in doing or saying the wrong thing. But you held the philosophy of facing your fears, so you’d do just that.

“Just quickly,” Matty started in a hush tone as you were reaching the door of the shed. “I just wanted to say thanks for all of this. I can’t tell you how big of a favour this is…”

“Don’t worry about it…” You answered, trying to act as aloof as possible.

“No, I will!” He replied. “When we get all big and famous, you’ll be our number one, alright? And we’ll pay you how ever much you want.”

You laughed, with an involuntary shake of your head.

“If you want to!” He added.

“I want to.”

You were shocked at how welcoming the guys were once they’d all had a beer or two in them–as well as yourself. Soon you were laughing and chatting like you’d known them for years. You tried not to step in too much, you didn’t want to be the focus of the conversation, but each of the guys–in their own roundabout way–found a way to get to know you; your likes and dislikes, why you’re so passionate about filmmaking and how you got into it, your family life. Of course, you always ended every answer with an “and what about you?”. You didn’t want to seem too self centred. It soon got into the early hours of the morning, and one by one, the band got up to leave. You felt like you were in a tough place, you didn’t quite know what to do–you didn’t want to seem like a lightweight who was spoiling the fun by asking to be taken home, but you also didn’t want to seem like a clingy hang-er-on-er who didn’t know how to not overstay her welcome.

Unfortunately, you spent so much time worrying, that you were the last left standing with Matty in his shed. The small TV sat on a small side table opposite the sofa was left on some program advertising whatever crap geriatric insomniacs will buy with little a thought in their sleep deprived brains–background noise for your current conversation. 

“Wait, you're kidding!” You laughed. “You’ve never seen Scarface?”

Matty shook his head, feigning embarrassment with a smirk on his face. 

“We have to watch it! It’s so fucking good!” You continued. The more beer you drank, the looser you got. And the looser you got, the friendlier you became. Not that Matty was complaining, he actually thought you were a pretty cool girl, which wasn’t always the case with girls that liked to hang around him.

You collapsed from your stance above Matty–assumed from your shock–back to next to him on the sofa. You felt your knee touch his leg, you couldn’t think of something to say and you didn’t want to move it, for fear he’d see your reaction, so you stood your ground. And it didn’t seem to bother Matty, not in the slightest.

You kept chatting, and chatting, and chatting, and chatting, until you could see a sliver of sun peaking through the tiny window in the shed. It wasn’t until you knew what time it was, did all of your tiredness seem to fall down on top of you.

“Shit,” Matty chuckled, checking the small digital clock sitting next to him. “Should probably take you home.”

You yawned and nodded, before grabbing your bag and leaving–through the door held open by Matty. You both sluggishly strolled to his van.

“Look at you, eh?” He said, putting an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him–almost pulling you off balance too. “One night of hanging with the cool kids and you’re already out til dawn.”

You just scoffed. “Cool kids…”

It was a pretty short drive to your house–especially given the hour, only early shift workers were on the road at this time. Though that didn’t mean you both couldn’t find a way to fill that short time. You’d think with the hours you’d just spent talking about any and everything, you’d have exhausted all avenues, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

There was something about Matty that just made you want to tell him every little secret of your’s, and he felt the same. You’d talked about your dreams, your fears, your embarrassing moments, there wasn’t a stone unturned–or at least poked at, like your parents’ divorce, which you didn’t really want to get into.

When Matty pulled into your driveway, your heart sank. You finally had to leave the bubble that you and Matty had made, and be subjected to the real world–and worse than that, Chris asking you for every little detail of what happened, and why you were home so late.

“Well…” He said, you couldn’t help but think he looked a little disappointed too, but you dismissed it as your teenage romanticism getting to you. “Thanks for everything. I mean it.”

“And thank you…For tonight, just everything…Thanks,” you replied.

Matty leant towards you and you panicked for a split second, thinking he was going in for a kiss, until his arms spread and wrapped around your shoulders, you breathed again. You hugged him back, you aimed for a looser grip than his, you didn’t want to seem too eager.

Just as you were pulling away from him, he kissed your head, and thanked you again. You quickly made your way inside the house and to your room, successfully evading your divisive older brother.

You didn’t have high expectations, you’d edit the video and send it to the band, and maybe just once they’d invite you to a show of theirs and that would be the end of it. So you were a little shocked when Matty texted you the next morning, and after your polite reply–saying there was no need for him to thank you again–he seemingly wanted to continued the conversation.

Over the next couple days, you two spent almost every waking hour texting each other. You honestly didn’t think you’d have anything else left to talk about after your overnight tête-à-tête, yet he continued to surprise you.

And then again when he invited you to a party–”a friend of a friend’s, I won’t know a lot of people, so be my back-up?”.

Of course you said yes, you couldn’t turn him down, and thus began your descent into a week of stress; desperately searching for what to wear and figuring out how you were going to act. You’d never really gone to a proper party before, you didn’t know how you were supposed to act.

You were panicking as Matty drove to your house, and when you were sitting next to him on the way over–in a thoughtful choice of simple jeans and a vest, to not seem too overdone–and especially as you got out of the rickety van, looking at the looming house in front of you. It almost seemed to lean over you, preying on your fear with its pulsing bass from the soundsystem inside.

Matty didn’t say much to you, you couldn’t help but analyse him–he looked nervous, not as much as you, but you feared it wasn’t just run-of-the-mill social anxiety. You’d realised there was a lot riding on how this evening was going to go, this was the first time you’d done something together, as friends, in the vicinity of other people.

When you walked in, it was practically anarchy. You really felt for whomever owned the house, they had a hell of a mess to clean the next morning. Though you didn’t have much time to think about it before Matty grabbed your hand and dragged you to a kitchen stocked full of beer, as well as every liquor and mixer imaginable.

“Okay, I’m gonna make you my drink,” Matty started. He began pouring from a handful of different bottles into two clear plastic cups he’d gotten from the stack of them from the counter. “I came up with this…about three years ago, I think? And I promise you, it is hangover proof, and tastes like fruit juice.”

You smiled. He remembered when you told him you never liked the taste of liquor–the few times you’d manage to sneak a drink on New Years, or at the parties your mum and stepdad would throw. He finished off both drinks with a splash of cranberry juice and handed one of them to you to try. He was right, it tasted just like tropical fruit juice.

The night began to blur the more you drank of Matty’s magical concoction. You soon lost him in the crowd, he said he saw an old friend of his and he was just going over to say hello, but you supposed he got lost in all the shuffle in the living room. You didn’t know what to do, you were sitting alone in a room full of strangers. Your anxiety crept its way up your neck again, suffocating you. You needed air.

You burst onto the small patio. The first thing you noticed was it was cold–Matty convinced you that you didn’t need a jacket, boy, was he wrong. The second was how the air seemed even smokier outside than it did inside. Then you saw Adam, sitting, smoking and chatting with a girl you were sure Chris had brought home once as his girlfriend of the month, Rebecca was her name, if you recall right. He locked eyes with you and you didn’t know what to do. You were sure he could see your distress, but it was very glaringly obvious that he was not your biggest fan. He nodded his head at you, asking you to come to him, so you did, sitting next to him on the wicker ottoman that a good six people had already gotten comfortable on. 

“Hi Adam.”

“Hey, you alright?” He asked, offering you a cigarette from the packet in his hand. You took it.

“Came here with Matty, but he wandered off…” He lit the cigarette in between your lips.

He chuckled. “Yeah, he does that. This is Bec–Rebecca, by the way.”

You exchanged a polite smile with her. “Yeah, I think we’ve met before? You know my brother, Chris?”

She gave a slow nod. “Right! You looked familiar!”

After some polite smalltalk, Rebecca left–claiming her curfew. The patio began to thin out as you and Adam continued to chainsmoke together, though you didn’t really say much.

“Sorry, by the way,” you said after a particularly long silence. “For bothering you here, and with Rebecca…Didn’t mean to cramp your style.”

“It’s okay…You looked…worried, I figured you needed some help.”

You laughed. “Yeah, it’s kind of just my natural face. But thank you, I don’t know anyone here, and the person I came with was nowhere to be found…So just…thank you.”

Adam looked deep in thought, there was about a minute before he spoke again. “I just want you to know something,” he began. “With Matty…” Pause. “He’s not the kind of guy to stay with a girl like you…” Pause. “I just mean, he gets bored easily, and I hate it but he always hurts a girl’s feelings and just moves on to someone new…”

Your heart broke a little. Granted, you and Matty hadn’t been overly romantic or anything, but there was a part of you that hoped it would head that way–he was so nice to you, and you’d never really clicked with someone like that before.

“I won’t get hurt, it’s not like that with us,” you lied. “We’re just friends.”

Adam put out his cigarette in the kitschy glass ashtray placed on the patio table in front of you. You did the same.

“How about I take you home? Haven’t had a drink in a while, should be good to drive.”

You stood up, nodding. Though you paused before walking back into the house to get to the front garden. It was like you were possessed and you hugged him–wrapping your arms around his middle. He froze for a second, before putting his arms over your shoulders, giving your back a firm pat.

“Thanks,” You said as you pulled away. “For taking me home.”

You couldn’t stop thinking about what Adam said to you–not in disbelief but more like a sudden revelation. Of course Matty is the kind of guy who loves and leaves, and of course you’d fall for his act. You just hoped that Adam hadn’t cottoned on to your distress in his beaten up Honda Accord as he silently drove you home–not a single other car on the road, the only prevalent element on your trip was one broken streetlamp about 5 minutes away from your house.

He pulled into your drive, you thanked him for the ride–and apologised again for the intrusion, and he said it was alright again–and you quietly crept into your room and into bed, plugging in your now dead phone to charge. You didn’t even get changed or take off your makeup–specially done for the night–you just slipped off your boots and fell onto your mattress. You fell asleep as soon as possible, being lulled into a slumber by the spinning ceiling above you–.

Even with your newfound contempt with Matty, you still practically jumped out of your skin when you woke up and checked your phone to see a text from him–or really texts. And your heart sank when you read them, all time stamped to about an hour after you’d left-

where r u

hello????

r u still here??

answer me!!!

i guess you left

some friend u r…

You wanted to talk to him, explain yourself–you couldn’t deal with the idea of Matty being cross with you, after all the effort you’d gone to, you didn’t want to lose him so soon. You figured he wouldn’t answer you if you called–it was far too early in the morning for him to be awake on a good day, let alone after a night of partying. 

So you waited. All day. It was eating you so much inside until you just couldn’t take it anymore, so at about three in the afternoon you finally bit the bullet and called him.

It only dawned on you as you could hear the rings begin that you really had no idea what you were going to say to him. You were mad at him for leaving you alone at a party, but you also knew you should’ve at least sent him a message saying that you were leaving. You quickly weighed it all out and came to the conclusion that you were the one more deserving of an apology in the whole situation, just as he picked up the phone.

“Hello?” He sounded groggy, his voice was a little raspy.

“Hi…It’s me…”

“Hey…”

“I wanted to talk to you about last night.” You spoke slowly, you wished you’d have rehearsed it all in your head a little, you didn’t quite know how to approach it all.

Matty stayed quiet, you were about to speak again before he interjected. “How about I come pick you up? We can go get chips or something?”

You were surprised he even wanted to talk to you on the phone, let alone in person–you were sure there was a version of your conversation in an alternate universe where he declined the call the second he knew who was calling, and that would be the end of it all.

He drove to your house soon after, and texted you to let you know he was in the drive–not like any other times when he’d gotten out of the van to come and knock on your door. You climbed in and you made your way to the chip shop in silence.

You tried not to be too obvious about it, but you could hardly take your eyes off of him. His jaw was clenched, knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel as hard as he could, and his eyes were strictly glued to the road in front of him. You felt ill, he seemed so mad–you were just glad you were going to be talking in a public place. You were close to telling to pull over so you could hurl your guts up on the side of the road, but you made the journey just in time.

You sat without words, and individually ordered a meal each–silently. You wanted him to take the first step, he was the one that asked you to meet, he was the one who was truly angry–you were just dispirited by the whole thing at best, upset and fretful at worst.

After a few bites of your meals, Matty cleared his throat and began to speak. “I was worried about you…Didn’t know where you’d gone off to, I thought you got kidnapped or something.” 

Was he really trying to spin this all as worry for you? “Well you left me alone at a party with a bunch of strangers. What were you doing, hey?” 

Matty stayed quiet for a second, you could see the cogs turning. “That’s personal.” Anger was boiling up inside of you, his hypocrisy was astounding. “You should’ve at least told me you were leaving.”

“How, Matty? Was I supposed to go through the entire house and every room to find you?” You tried to keep your voice down, you were the only two in the shop and you knew Julie behind the counter was one hell of a gossip, but your patience was wearing thinner and thinner by the second.

“Well you could’ve at least texted me!”

“My phone was dead!”

“Well then why didn’t you just use Adam’s!” He roared. You sat in shock, you finally understood. Completely.

“I…” You were lost for words. “I didn’t know you’d be worried about me.”

“Well I was…” He was quieter now–he saw how you jumped when he yelled–now he was almost whispering. “I shouldn’t have…I didn’t even know Adam was there…”

“He was talking to a girl, Rebecca, and he saw I was looking for you. He made sure I was okay and got home safe.”

“I’m sorry.” He was looking you directly in the eye, as sincere as he could possibly be, and you believed him in his anguish.

“It’s okay.”

After the day in the chip shop, you and Matty were much more distant. It hurt, you couldn’t lie, but everything you did, spoke about, just didn’t fit like before. Every conversation went nowhere, every hangout–alone or with the rest of the guys–was awkward. You finished editing the final version of the music video and emailed it to the email chain between you and the band, you got no reply other than a thumbs up from Ross.

Contact got fewer and further between, until it eventually stopped. It wasn’t that you were overly shocked or surprised by it–you figured this would be the deal from before you even met with them–you were just disappointed. Disappointed that all the time you’d spent talking to them, especially Matty, and once you’d done what they asked, they abandoned you.

Your plan of action was just to go back to your life before Drive Like I Do, albeit begrudgingly. You put your focus back on your school work, and trying your damnedest to get out of your dead end town. And you found a way to get there, at least temporarily.

It was late one night, you were working on a school project when Chris barged into your room, the house phone to his ear.

“Yeah, she’s right here…Okay…Yeah, bye…” He handed you the phone with wide eyes, mouthing ‘Dad’. It put you in a state of shock. He’d never once called you before, you were worried a grandparent died or something.

“Hello?” You asked tentatively.

“Darling! It’s me! How are you?” He sounded overly cheery, it unsettled you.

“I’m alright–busy–I’m in Sixth now so I’ve had a lot of work to do…”

“I’m sure you’ll ace it!” There was an air of false positivity in his voice. Like he was lying. “Now, what I called about–” Of course there had to be something. “–I already told Chris, I’ve been thinking recently, and I’ve been wondering if you two would want to come down for the summer?”

You stuttered through a nonsensical string of half-words before he cut you off.

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now, talk to your mum first and sort out what you’re doing for the summer. But I’d love to see you both…”

“Okay…well, bye then,” you didn’t know how to talk to him, everything in your mind seemed so out of place.

“Bye darling, hope I’ll see you.”

You hung up, looking at Chris who was standing over you with a panicked expression.

“What the fuck?” was all you could conjure.

“I know!” He answered. “Who does he fucking think he is?!”

You let out a sigh. You couldn’t help but feel a little bad for him, he hadn’t seen his children since they were small and they could barely remember him. He moved away because of his work–you weren’t quite sure what he did, all you knew was he was required to relocate almost a four hour drive away.

“I think we should go…” You said.

“Why? Because he asked? After all this time?” Chris was mad, very mad. And rightfully so.

“Well he’s making an effort now, maybe we should give him a chance?”

Chris sighed and after a moment of thought, he spoke. “Fine. But I’m only going for you, okay? I don’t give a shit about him, but I don’t want you to get hurt from it all.” You hugged him. This was really happening. You could hardly believe that your father–an elusive figure your entire life–was actually trying to cultivate a relationship with you. There was a part of you that was mad, asking why now, but for the most part you were just elated that he decided on now rather than later. Before it was too late.

It was a quick process, Chris was the one to ask your mum and stepdad for the both of you–they had no objection. In fact, they were more than just neutral for you to go; Vern’s reaction surprised you, especially, he encouraged it, saying he was “glad Bruce was finally stepping up to the plate.”

After a couple of weeks of logistics, you planned for a three week stay, and your tickets for the train there and the train back were sorted. The closer it got to the day you were leaving, the less you could contain your excitement. You were practically counting down the hours until your departure–though now that you were back to your antisocial shut-in ways again, you didn’t really have much else to think about. You considered messaging the band, telling them that you were leaving for the beginning of the summer, but you decided against it in the end, you figured they couldn’t care less about you, and if they so desperately needed to know your whereabouts, Chris would–and probably already had–fill them in.

You were walking on air as your mum drove you to Manchester Piccadilly that Friday afternoon and guided you both to the platform. It was your first time travelling without her and she was a little worried you both wouldn’t know what to do.

Once Chris had managed to convince her that you both were safe on the platform and you’d be able to get on the train with no problem, she left–but not without a request for a text as soon as you take off and then again when you get to Cardiff, and again when you’d found your dad. It suddenly dawned on you just how significant this all was. You got a feeling in your stomach, a feeling that your life was about to change.

It was all you could think about on your journey–the whole three hours. You tried to calm down with the breathing exercises you’d been taught by your school counsellor but they only made you more aware of how shallow your breathing actually was and the vice-like feeling around your throat. Chris hardly noticed, he was far too interested in texting whoever was the flavour of the month.

And then it was time to get off the train, to a new city you’ve never been to and to stay with a man you can’t remember meeting. It was busy on the platform, you had a vague idea of what your father looked like from the one photo you had of him with you and your brother the last Christmas your parents were together, but that was years ago.

Through the bustling crowd, you saw a man. He was standing in the middle of the walkway, unmoving, with a sign with yours and Chris’ names on it. That had to be it.

You grabbed your brother’s arm and dragged him in the direction of the stranger. His eyes lit up as he saw the both of you come towards him–you were correct.

Looking at his face, you almost got a shock at how strikingly similar he looked to Chris–or more so how similar Chris looked to him, you should say.

“Hi…” He beamed. “Look at you both! So grown up!”

You both didn’t know how to answer, because there wasn’t really an answer. What were you supposed to say, “yes, that happens when you don’t see someone for over a decade”?

“Well, we best be off, it’s a bit of a drive out–you’ve got your bags?” He was smiling, but you could see his eyes were misty. You couldn’t blame him, of course, if this was a big moment for you, you could only imagine how he felt.

You walked out to the carpark and followed your father to his car–a bright yellow monstrosity–Chris called shotgun and everything felt like how a normal family should be, the younger sister stuck in the backseat with the luggage while the older brother got all the room he wanted in the front passenger seat.

Your dad told you both all about the small town on the outskirts of Cardiff, it was small and mostly quiet, but he liked it. You watched out the window as the metropolitan city slowly devolved into suburbs, before finally seeing the sign stating ‘Welcome to Llandough (Llanddochau Fach)’.

He lived in a small house near the town centre–so small, in fact, that you and your brother would have to share a room for the three weeks you’d be staying–a thought that honestly frightened the both of you.

By the time you’d settled, it was late, the sun was beginning to go down. Your father suggested dinner, there was a chip shop not far that apparently had the best chicken nuggets in Wales. You laughed to yourself, the idea that even miles away from home, there was still a chip shop down the road.

You could see it was empty when you pulled into the carpark. It was bigger than the chippy back home, with red tile floors and yellow vinyl chairs surrounding each table. 

“Hi Mary!” Bruce said to the plump hairnet-laden woman behind the counter.

“Bruce! This must be the kids, hey?” She answered with a bright smile. “My! They’ve grown a bit since the photo you showed me!”

You all chuckled politely and sat down. Your father asked Chris about his uni work, and he was more than happy to explain every intricate detail of it. You didn’t really have much to include in the conversation, so you stayed quiet. You thought the chicken nuggets were alright–nothing to rave about, but then again, this was Wales.

You were more enthralled with your phone, a particular text you got from the one, the only–Matty.

so chris told me ur in wales?

It perplexed you. That he would even text you at all after weeks of complete and utter silence, and it would carry such a passive aggressive tone. You’d assumed that Chris would’ve told him where he was going for his summer, and that you were going with him. But that would be it–you’d just become a background character in their lives, someone who’d they know about but certainly not someone so intrinsic to them.

yea we r seeing our dad

You weren’t sure how you were meant to answer, you were treading in uncharted waters and there wasn’t exactly a guidebook on how to proceed.

You put your phone back in your bag–a problem for another time.

The first week went quickly, you spent most of your time at the house, simply getting to know your father. It was nice. You’d found he was extremely kind, and putting two and two together, you realised the idea you had in your head of some deadbeat dad was just a figment of your imagination. It wasn’t as simple as you thought, your parents’ divorce and him moving away. In any other context, your world would feel like it was crumbling around you–you knew yourself–but there was something comforting about the man you were getting to know. 

Chris didn’t take a shine to him as much. He was friendly, and since your dad didn’t know him as well he couldn’t notice, but you could tell he wasn’t happy. He was short, and never actually spoke to him properly, just smalltalk.

On the second week, the bubble burst. Your dad had to spend the week at work so you and Chris were left alone to entertain yourselves. You tried to busy yourself with some passion projects you were working on just for fun, but it just wasn’t grabbing you. You needed a change of scenery, at least for a little while, and there was a park a few minutes walk away.

“I’m going for a walk,” you said to Chris, who was lounging on the sofa watching some random daytime program–a table talk with a bunch of middle-aged women. “I have my phone, won’t be long!”

You were halfway out the door before you got a ‘goodbye’ from your brother. It was a good day to be outside; sunny and bright, but not too hot, due to a slight breeze that just rattled the leaves in the trees along the street.

The park wasn’t busy by any means, only a young woman with a toddler–laughing a storm as she pushed him higher and higher on the swing. You laid down on a park bench, a shady spot underneath a tree. You closed your eyes and just breathed. It felt very therapeutic, you almost never had the time to do this at home, and if you did, you wouldn’t–there was a park close to your house, but it was generally known as ‘the place the local junkies hang out’, so it wasn’t exactly prime real estate for kids to hang out at on a day like today.

You just listened to the leaves rustling in the trees, the squeak of the chains of the swingset, the occasional passing car, until a voice broke your tranquil state.

“Are you okay?”

You cracked an eye open and saw a boy–about your age–with a shaggy haircut and a clunky set of headphones around his neck. He did look pretty worried, you could give him that.

“Yeah, fine…” You answered, sitting up–too quickly so you were dazed for a second.

“You’re…not Welsh?” 

“No I’m not.” You probably shouldn’t have been as short as you were with him, but to be fair your head was still spinning a little. “I’m English.”

“So why are you here?” He sat down next to you. Very forward, the Welsh are.

“Why should I tell you?” You questioned. 

He stuttered for a minute before finally getting out a coherent sentence. “No, I was just curious is all. We don’t get lots of English here.”

“I’m visiting my dad,” you answered. “If you must know.”

“Cool…” He said.

“Did you want something?”

“I was just wondering why there was a cute girl laying on my favourite bench.”

“Right,” you smiled.

“I’m Dylan, by the way,” he said. “In case you wanted to put a name to…the crazy guy who accosted you at a park.” You laughed.

You didn’t notice right away, but after the afternoon you spent with Dylan, just chatting and getting to know each other, you soon couldn’t stop thinking about him. Every afternoon you’d walk to the park where he’d be waiting at the park bench, and you’d spend hours talking about any and everything that came to your mind. It felt comfortable.

“I don’t want to intrude,” Dylan started. It was a cooler day, but the sunshine was warm so the both of you were laying on the grass out of the shade under your regular tree. “But I was wondering–” He sat up to look at you. “–do you have a boyfriend? Back in Manchester?”

You chuckled. “I couldn’t be more single even if I tried.”

“Good…That’s good…” 

“What, my downfalls are good?”

“No, it’s just good because I was hoping I could kiss you.”

Your heart felt like it was in your chest. “Sounds very good to me.”

He swivelled towards you and leant towards you–you could hardly breathe. He put a soft hand on your jaw and kissed you gently. 

Fireworks.

After a second he pulled away and your eyes opened again. You couldn’t stop the giggled that made its way up your throat and out your mouth.

“What’s funny?” He asked with a panicked tone.

“Nothing’s funny, just…” You sighed. “I couldn’t think of a better first kiss.”

#matty healy x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfiction

[neblina-magico]

Sleeping In The Sun

Chapter 3

You were desperate for a job so you applied to be the daycare Attendants handler! you have no clue what you're signing yourself into but at least you don't have to pay rent now!

Moon hates you, Sun doesn't know how to feel about you and you're just trying to survive.

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You stare at the two big statues, very shimmery gold statues, the gold is fake as hell but the statues themselves are sick. On one side there's what you assume to be the Sun animatronic, tall and lengthy with the flattest face ever, stemming out of his face are these sunray-looking things that just make it more obvious that this animatronic was made to represent the sun. His stance is that of a welcoming clown, someone who would greet you with a hug, unlike the other one. It's a whole ass gremlin, nibbling at your toes at 3 in the morning kind of little shit. Like crawl up your walls and stare at your sleep kind of guy. This animatronic is rocking a sort of nightcap on top of his head, he's also got a flat-ass face but half of it's in black giving him this crescent moon look. They seem pretty neat not gonna lie.

You sigh, anxiety building up in your chest as you look at the slide, you're aware it's the entrance but the sudden nervousness leaves you sticking in your place. What if you make a bad first impression? What if you fuck something up? What would they think of you if you did, you didn't want to think of any possible consequence. Plus this wouldn't be the first time you've experienced an animatronic so why are you so nervous? You take a deep breath and keep walking, you take note of the desk that's probably for check-in and check-out. Placing your hand on top of the slide you stand there for a second.

“Don't be a fucking wimp now, you're going to ace this first interaction.” and you slide down.

The slide was pretty harsh, painfully obvious it wasn't built for an adult to slide through but aside from the sore butt it's a fun-as-hell experience. You couldn't help but giggle your little ass down, you probably either sounded like a 4-year-old having the time of their life or some sick witch laughing. Nonetheless, you felt your heart drop into your stomach.

You crash land into the ball pit. Tragic, perhaps you'll die there, never to be seen again. Yet that's not an option, not that it even was an option to begin with. Before you could even try and look around you feel two cold hands reach under your arms and lift you sky high.

“WHAt THE FUCK!” You shout, thrashing around trying to escape from the chunk of metal that's currently holding you from arm's length like a stupid ass cat. He just stares at your head leaning side to side in curiosity. You're too busy trying to escape his grasp while he's too busy just observing you, looking at every blemish and light scarring around your face, down to your figure, your dangling legs, and arms. You're human that's for sure, like the rest of the employees in the building, though there are very few that actually work around the Pizza Plex. But they never come to the Daycare, none of them come visit him, the only other human they've seen in total has been 3. Not many.

“PUT ME DOWN pLEASE!” You ask in desperation. You were high up in the air with an animatronic just looking at you, observing you so yes you are panicking just a little. The sun animatronic lets out a breathy ‘oh’ and sets you down on the ground. You start to straighten out your clothes and try to catch your breath. You didn't fear heights but the last time something similar happened, it ended in night terrors. The sun animatronic fondles with his hand,

“I'm sorry new friend…I didn't mean to scare you” His voice is loud but timid. His demeanor is obviously filled with guilt and other mixed emotions. For an animatronic, he had advanced facial expression and emotional comprehension. You take note of that. Looking up at the sunman himself you smile.

“Don't worry, I just don't think I'll run into you so soon.” you walk off towards one of the big blocks scattered around the Daycare and sigh “You just scared me a little. Not as badly as you might think I did, I'm sure your facial recognition is not that highly detailed so perhaps you assumed I was scared shitless, but I wasn't, just a little spooked that's all!”

“Well… that's good I would have hated to know that I scared my new friend. Speaking of new friends, my name is Sundrop but you can call me Sun or Sunny or any nickname you come up with! I work at the Daycare alongside Moon and who might you be a new friend?” Sun smiles down at you—Silicon for sure.

“I'm your new companion, I've been assigned to work alongside you and Moon as your handler. So not only would I be helping you around the Daycare but I'll also be in charge of keeping up with your maintenance!” You stick your arm out for a handshake, “It's nice to meet you Sun, I hope we can work well together”

The smile on Sun’s face falls at the same speed that day turns into night. The same as for how water groups together and dust clumps together. It was sudden and you felt the shift as quickly as his smile fell. It left you feeling uneasy, unsure, and like there's an understandable reason as to why he wasn't happy to hear those words come out of your mouth. Even so, you felt a deepening in your stomach, a light sting as well. Sundrop seemed so happy before and not even in one second did it all change.

You let your arm fall to your side and in the discomfort, you cross your legs.

“Well…you could explore the Daycare, just please don't make a mess!” He walks off and with some random wire that is lowered down, he flies (?) or perhaps floats. Either way, you don’t dwell on it much after he enters what you assume is his living area.

You sigh and push yourself off of the block, cursing yourself for making a somewhat bad first impression. Nonetheless, you walk around the place, admiring the two play structures that are at the centre of the Daycare. The different twists and turns that are seen throughout the play structures. The bridge has rails high enough to prevent a child from falling off but still looks like it gives a sense of freedom. You also take note of all the little displays of the main four scattered throughout the outside of the play structures. You keep walking around admiring the colourful place, your constant gazing leads you to bump into a desk. It's semi-circular with a double monitor and the flooring is harder than the padded floor throughout the Daycare.

You walk around and enter the area and you instantly notice that it's supposed to be a security desk of sorts. There is some dust collected on it but nothing you can easily clean. There is also a pretty comfortable chair and behind it all is a fairly big screen showcasing Sundrop, specifically the Sundrop candy things. Taking note of where the desk is you continue walking around enjoying the way your feet sink into the padded floors. You start skipping around till you come across an area filled with short long tables and small colourful chairs. There are shelves with bins that are filled with all sorts of crafty stuff.

“That's a shit ton of glitter glue” you pull out a bin filled with all sorts of glitter glue. Some were of pinks and blues and others were of silvers and golds. A whole rainbow and beyond of colours. There were paints of all sorts, even face paints! Bins filled with paper and those kinds of scissors that cut in all shapes and styles. The kind that when they're put out on the tables every kid will rush to get one in their tiny grasps. You smile as you look through one of the many bins filled with stickers, you pick out a couple of yellow stars and some that supposedly glow in the dark and decorate them on your arms. You stretch your arms out and admire the stickers on your arms. Smiling you continue your little stroll.

You keep just looking around and walking all over the place. The lights remind you of the kind that schools always had the kind that makes sure you stay awake and makes you drag on your school work. Those kinds of lights always make it hard for you to concentrate. You also come across a little castle-like structure built right next to the ball pit. You made your way to the top of it and just looked down and resisted the urge to jump off from the structure and into the ball pit. You also find a little storage place for shoes and other possible stuff, most likely for the kids at the daycare to put away their belongings.

You then come across a dark blue curtain near the craft area, it stands out from the rest of the daycare with its much darker colours compared to the bright colours all over the place. Pushing aside the curtains you enter an almost dream-like atmosphere. One that feels like you're entering a dream, a dark bioluminescent forest with quiet morning birds chirping. It's dark inside the decently large cave-like place. On the walls is a dark clear sky design with a couple of thin blue-grey clouds. The ceiling is decorated by glow-in-the-dark stars and a lamp that's the shape of the moon right at the center. On the floors are very well-cushioned sleeping mats with sun and moon-decorated blankets and pillows that continue with this late-night theme. At the end of this dome is a nest of blankets and pillows formed into a perfect sitting area and on the sides of it is bookshelves filled with all sorts of books on display.

“What is this place? It's beautiful,” you say out loud admiring the whole area, it doesn't take long for you to notice that that dome/cave is the naptime area. You reach down into the nest and pick up a white star-shaped pillow. It is the slightest fluffy and fits perfectly in your arms, and you smile.

You stand there for a moment taking in the mild and comforting smell of lavender in the room. Enjoying and sucking in the calmness that came with this room, a feeling of comfort and sleepiness wash over you like a nice warm blanket during a harsh winter night. You breathe in and let out a contented sigh, smiling and burying your face into the pillow.

A sinking feeling drapes over your shoulders, your legs feel stiff, and the contentment, the joy, and all calming emotions slowly ooze out of you. A tall lengthy figure stands over you, your back turned to it while its blaring red eyes watch you like a predator watching its prey. You feel an ache in your chest start to build up, the growing anxiety makes your stomach twist and suck in. The pillow is held tight against you.

“Now who might you be starlight?”

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MOON HAS MADE AN APPEARANCE!! Hope you all like chapter two! Any and all support is greatly appreciated

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #moondrop #sundrop #sundrop/moondrop x reader #daycare attendant x reader #daycare attendent #fnaf security breach #angst #x reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader

[st0rmyskies]

Would love to see champion's background story even if its a oneshot. Got any snippets to throw at us?

I sure do. Under the cut for a bit of violence and blood.

Let's take a look at the first time Champion and Warriors 'met.'

Champion sank into a low, easy stance, leaning into his back foot and raising his wrapped fists to guard his face. Across the ring, a taller recruit with fair blonde hair and the whitest teeth Champion had ever seen — another Link, just like him, who went by ‘Warriors’ — wore that same peculiar smile he always seemed to pin Champion with. 

“Last chance to back out,” Warriors teased, but there was an undercurrent of warning in his tone. It might have made Champion uneasy if his stance wasn’t too wide, his elbows far out to his sides. 

Sloppy. He would make quick work of this one. 

At the sound of the whistle, they were on one another. Champion only took a half-step forward, allowing Warriors to come at him and throw the first punch. His strikes were easy to dodge, he broadcast his intentions like no other, and he left wide enough openings that Champion could make quick strikes at his ribs and the soft parts of his middle. Each time Warriors missed, each time Champion got another quick hit in, his face would turn more red. 

Champion took his time. tiring the taller recruit out. Gradually, the confidence in Warriors’s smile soured to subtle uncertainty, then to annoyance, then to something more akin to desperation. 

This would be easier than Champion thought. 

Warriors lashed out with his fist aimed for Champion’s face and actually intended to follow through this time, the first real threatening strike he’d made during their entire spar. But he overextended himself, and Champion was much faster. He used Warriors’s momentum to send him stumbling, and Warriors reached out to grab Champion and pull him down with him. 

He aimed for Champion’s shoulder. Instead, he ended up grabbing him by the hair. 

There was an unintelligible shout from the drill sergeant, but Champion moved like lightning. He took Warriors’s legs out from underneath him and dropped him flat on his back. Warriors cried out as the back of his head bounced off of the floor, reaching up to hold it and leaving the rest of his body open. 

Champion fell to his knees as the first whistle sounded, straddling Warriors’s waist to pin him down. The first hit he landed drew blood from Warriors’s nose. On the second, Champion cut his knuckles on Warriors’s teeth. By the third, two other recruits had looped their arms around his and hauled him up and off of Warriors before the drill sergeant grabbed Champion and yanked him back by his shirt. 

“What’s the matter with you!?” Champion stumbled into a standing position, straight and tall, his face placid as he waited for the inevitable hit. Internally, his heart was pounding. What did he do wrong??

“You are not to draw blood during a spar!” Wisps of Champion’s hair tickled his cheeks as his sergeant shouted in his face. “You’re not here to settle any personal scores, and you are not here to kill one another.”

Champion’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, keeping his gaze on the far wall. He didn’t respond. 

“And you!” The drill sergeant turned on Warriors, who stood with his arm slung around another recruit’s shoulder as he wiped the blood from his upper lip. “There is no hair pulling here, this isn’t a fucking cheerleading competition!”

“Yes, sir,” Warriors replied miserably, sniffling as blood continued to pour out of his left nostril. 

“Get yourself to the infirmary.”

#stormy asks #stormy writes #hsh #townhouse au #hsh champion #hsh warriors

[afatallovesong]

Wicked

A Calum Hood one shot

18+, Smut, NSFW, No Plot

Word Count: 4625

You’d never heard a more desperate screech flow from your tongue before. He didn’t slip into you with ease, no, far from it. He’d pushed past the threshold of your entrance, no build up no teasing, not caring for the stretch or the sting of your hole feeling like it was tearing. Somehow the ache and the sensation that he was splitting you open was far more attractive than you’d anticipated. It actually turned you on that he’d been so big, his size too much for you to take even when you were worked up and begging him to take you just minutes before. Some people liked when their partners fit them like a puzzle piece, but you were quickly realising that your partner being too big for you was far more impressive, a much greater match for you. You had to work to keep him, work to take him.

You were soaked enough, your thighs sticky and wet from your arousal, being pent up for half the night on the back of your own actions but somehow, he’d still spread you to capacity and it was the most earth shattering realisation for you, the pain was good, the pain was beautiful. “So tight, thought you were gagging for it.” Of course, he’d noticed, he’d knit his brows in confusion when he had to force himself inside you, feeling your body wanting the opposite, to keep him out of you instead. “Didn’t need me that much?” You shook your head adamantly, trying to translate the opposite. He noticed your struggle to communicate, he could at least help you with that.

He’d pulled you right against him, your back pressed to his chest, both his hands digging into your thighs, pinning your skirt and you in place. He had to roll his eyes, the outfit you’d chosen, the flimsy skirt, sheer in the right lighting, you were planning this from the start. You’d chosen this skirt just for him, easy access to take you as he pleased. He’d seen the outline of your panties beneath the fabric the moment you entered the house even with how dimly lit it was. Where he was pissed at your sluttiness before, he had to commend you, loving the way you’d dressed specifically with him in mind, he’d punish you for it gladly, but it hadn’t meant his heart didn’t swell. His pretty baby, so keen to impress him, to get his reaction and approval. He couldn’t want you anymore.

Your legs were already buckling, your stance inelegant as your legs were slightly spread for him to sink inside you. If they slipped any further you’d be doing the splits and it had crossed his mind just as you’d been concerned about it. It would be sexy for him, sexy to push you to that limit but it wasn’t the best in practicality. He needed you standing as tall as you could manage. Your head was already woozy, feeling lightheaded as he was throbbing inside you, exactly what you’d wanted, to feel him so completely, pushing against your walls, no room to breathe but it wasn’t half intoxicating. He’d gotten you drunker than the alcohol you’d consume tonight, he always did, you were so dumb for him so weak. You cursed as you felt him in the pits of your stomach, solid as a rock. He was perfect, felt so perfect. The only issue was his stillness.

You’d adjusted to him, still clamping down on but not enough for him to prohibit his movements inside of you. “Fuck, do something.” You threw your head back against his shoulder, attempting to catch his eyes, to feed into him just how prepared you were to take whatever he was willing to give you. He just stood there, smiling, not in a happy way, more of an evil way, a wicked way, you’d forced him in here, ended his fun with his friends and now you didn’t want to pull your own weight. He couldn’t even fake his surprise; you were so predictable. You thought you had it all, thought you had it coming and you did, but not the way you wanted, bratty girls don’t get what they want, they have to work for it.

“Please baby.” You whine, still not catching onto his indecisiveness on how to handle you. You knew he sometimes fell for you if you gasped for him sweetly enough, tugged at his heartstrings with enough vigour to make him obey you for a change. It didn’t always work sure but on the off chance it did, you’d be the happiest. You’d secretly hoped he was feeling generous enough to give in, to look past your antics to get him in here. Tonight, wasn’t like that.

You saw him fighting to take a breath, breathing through his nostrils, visibly strained but with enough willpower to keep his eyes dark and menacing, to prevent the softness of his features. He loved is baby girl but right at this moment in time, you weren’t her, you weren’t even his, not the way you paraded around like you were free to do so, like you didn’t bare his bruises, his bite marks, even his necklace round your throat. You were nothing but an imposter, a slut, running around making a show of yourself. If you wanted to act like a slut you’d have to fuck him like one.

“Oh no, no, no, if you’re gonna waltz around here, desperately wanting attention then you need to earn it baby.” He bit harshly on your earlobe, enough for you to yelp and try to drag yourself away from the grip of his teeth. “You got my cock like you wanted.” He breathes hotly over your ear. He wiggled his hips, cock pushing against your walls so hard, no room for him to slide any deeper, you were at your limit, it even hurt but he didn’t care, no, he rut his hips in a few more times for good measure, his nails scraping over your thighs to relax him but send your pulse sky rocketing. He knew he’d been too big, knew he was snug there, encased in your heat with nowhere left to go. He knew you were trying your best not to convulse and clamp down on him purposely for sometimes you did squeeze, and his patience was flying out the window each and every time. He needed to stay strong. Needed you to see how much you fucked with him tonight. You can’t do that to him, can’t treat him like that, like he’s nothing. That’s your title.

“Fuck yourself.” He whispered across your ear as bluntly as he could manage. Your eyes widened and a groan fell from your lips. You didn’t want to, didn’t have the strength nor the energy, your stance alone was hard to maintain but to do all the work, that was cruel, that was too much. You were frustrated, trying your hardest not to stomp your feet in some pathetic attempt at retaliation. You’d got him in here, he was inside of you, why couldn’t he just move, why couldn’t he just punish you like you knew he wanted to? You groaned out and it was cut short when his hand slapped across your ass cheek hard enough for the sound to echo through the bathroom. “Can always finish up here, can finish myself off.” He started to retract his hips, his cock leaving you, you’d felt so full before, now hollow, missing a vital piece of yourself. You needed him, needed his cock to exist, you’d simply die if he moved away.

“Please, please, fuck don’t leave me.” You reached back behind yourself, aiming to grab a hold of him in any way you could, grab his belt loops, his jeans anything to tug him back to you. Your hands instead had found his dick, much to his surprise as it was to yours. You’d hate to waste such a marvellous opportunity. You slid your hands over his length, sopping wet with your own arousal. You’d had him dripping wet. He rutted his hips instinctively into your touch, his own posture wavering as you skilfully played with him. He closed his eyes for a moment, lips parting, breath hitching, God you felt good, your soft little hand grabbing him so rough, so tight, touching him the way he liked, you were playing him so good right now, so dirty. Fuck you were killing him.

It took everything for him to bat your hands away, gripping your wrists in both his own hands. “Act like a slut, get fucked like one.” He grunted into your ear sending a chill coursing down your spine.  You tried to fight a smirk as he pulled you back over him, bottoming out inside you again. You were satisfied, too content almost, he’d given into you, he was gonna pound you, you just had to stand there and take it, you could do that, right? That was the easy part, just had to stand there, be good for him, still for him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You just about screamed.

He’d switched your position, pushing your head right the way down, essentially bending you in half. His hands worked to cross your arms behind your back, ensuring they remained flush against you, unable to travel anywhere else until he was finished with you. Preventing you form playing anymore tricks on him. His other hand religiously held onto your hip, pulling you back over him, guiding your pussy over his cock.

He didn’t take it slow, not at all, he rocked into you, you felt your shoes start to slide on the floor, legs spreading wider, almost doing the splits as feared you might have while he fucked into you. He had little to no consideration for your predicament, if you were to fall that was your own fault as far as he was concerned. You could have waited, could have chosen a location with a seat, a bed, anything other than this but no, you’d needed him where you stood, you’d done this to yourself.

“Shit, so fucking good.” He grabbed you, pulling you back into him, fixing your position slightly, you whimpered, wanting to thank him for his assistance but you were too breathless, too far gone. He was far to kind to you, you’d weakened him. “This what you wanted?” He growled. You pathetically nodded. “Didn’t wanna fuck yourself, so I had to do all the work hmm.” You tried to respond; you knew a smack was coming your way if you didn’t but fuck, you’d wanted it. “So, fucking lucky.” You squeal. “Lucky huh?” He almost tilts his head in confusion even though you couldn’t even see his face right now.

You nod, catching your breath, speaking again “Lucky to get you, to feel you, you fuck me so good Cal.” He hummed a response; your words were always his downfall. Your voice had the pitch of an angel, mixed with the filth flooding from your tongue you’d made his cock twitch. “You don’t even deserve it.” He groaned, slowing his pace, this time taking long strokes, all the way in, almost retreating completely, then pushing back in again, cock angled upwards to push you to the edge. He knew he’d dragged it across your spot, he knew you’d be closing in on your finish if he kept it up, as much as he wanted you to cum, to fall to pieces from his generosity, he wasn’t sure if he was feeling that giving this evening and he’d certainly remind you why that was.

“You nearly made Luke cum his pants; you know that?” You shake your head weakly. “I didn’t, I swear.” He scoffed. “So, you didn’t sit on his lap, didn’t sit your pretty thighs over his?” You had done that, there were no seats left and he’d offered so kindly. He pulled your arms up, straightening your back out, stilling his hips for a moment. You were once again leaning against his chest. “You swear do you?” He knew you’d not bothered with shorts under your skirt tonight, knew you’d sat your almost bare ass down on his band mates leg.

He grazed his teeth over your neck, noticing a hickey that was fading to nothing, mustn’t allow that he thought, no wonder you forgot your place when you didn’t have a mark on you, no branding to show who you’d belonged to. You being so dumb, so forgetful, needed the reminder; he could do that for you, it would be his pleasure. He bit down on the soft skin of your throat, sucking vigorously, swirling his tongue over the indents his teeth had left in their wake. Your cries vibrated against his mouth, your vein also creating a pumping sensation in your throat, just below his tongue. A reminder of your life being so precious, right in his hands for him to play with.

 “Want you to show him who you belong to.” He hummed into the skin of your neck. His hands started to run gently around your waist, tucked under your skirt, roaming freely, groping at you wherever he could. He slowed his movements, coming to a complete stand still when his hand hovered over your lower stomach, more precisely, the bulge in the pit of it. He swore under his breath, an unusual response for him considering he usually let the world hear his foul mouth. “Fuck, I’m so deep in you.” He said to himself more than anything. He was shocked, he’d known he was big, known he was deep but had never pictured himself quite filling you there, never thought he’d feel himself pressing into your stomach.

It turned him on so much he felt his cock twitching, his eyes flew wide open with the realisation. He was going to cum. He was going cum, just from that, just from the way he was buried deep inside of you and the way his fingers had been tracing over you. He wanted to retaliate, to punish you somehow, your fucking fault for not fitting him, your fucking fault for not being able to conceal his length inside of you. You should do better, should try harder. He had to finish the fun he’d just started and for such a bratty little girl too. You owed him so very badly.

 “Baby I’m gonna cum,” He buried his head in the crook of your neck, not embarrassed exactly, he knew you’d never judge him, he could do enough of that himself. He wasn’t best pleased with himself, he wanted to destroy you, taint you, make you regret fucking with him but no, you’d turned him into a fucking loser with less stamina than a virgin. “God, look what you do to me.” He kissed over your neck; you hum under his lips enjoying any attention he was giving you. You’d felt an enormity of pride for his reaction, but you wouldn’t dare communicate that to him.

“Got me emptying myself so soon.” He shook his head disappointedly. His hands float around your front, searching for you, your clit, wanting to push you along with him. He shouldn’t even reward you, he knew that, but he’d be damned if he came this fast and never let you see the same opportunity. His eyes were closed, mouth still pressing wet kisses into your neck, you were startled, shell shocked at how he’d crumbled, one minute vowing to end you, the next shaking, cock about to explode.

You instinctively rock your hips back over him as his hands trace your clit, rubbing rough circles, just the way you liked, even better than how you did it yourself, unable to shy away from the over sensitivity since he hadn’t felt it himself. He just consistently glided his fingers against you, a perfect mixture of rough touch but preciseness. He sighed into your neck each time you twitched around him. “Gonna fuckin cum.” He moaned, head falling backwards. You were surprised he’d managed to hold it those few extra seconds with the way he was biting back his sobs.

He wanted to thrust his hips, to fuck his release so far inside of you, you’d be panicking the next day, wondering if it would take, if he’d ruined you for good. You’d never let him do that before, never even spoke about it, always had the unspoken understanding that he’d wear a condom or pull out the best he could. It had been fine before now. He’d never struggled with it until today. He was so desperate, he wanted to stuff you, wanted to fill you.

You’d been waiting on him to pull out, to stop his edging, him trying to finish you off just as he was about to finish himself. You couldn’t deny you’d wanted him to stay, wanted him to paint your insides, mark you up for good. You felt him slowly retracting his hips and in a state of panic you pushed yourself back over him, sending his hip jolting. “Finish inside me, please.” You rush, his hands released yours as he ran his fingers through his hair, stilling his movements just enough to halt his orgasm. Time was of the essence, he had seconds to consider your proposal. “Baby you don’t have to.” He tried to keep his tone as steady as he could, not allowing you to pick up on his willingness to take your offer. You had to be sure, you had to be clear with him.

“Thought about it so much.” You let out, hips starting to grind down over his length. It took every muscle in his body to keep him in place, not giving himself into the motion. “Need you to fill me.” You continue, painting him the picture of the perfect ending. “Want you to fill me, want you to cum in me so bad Calum.” You feel your thighs clenching at your own words, no doubt he felt it too. “Are you sure?” He asks as calmly as he can, hands caressing your hips the gentlest he’d touched you in hours. “I wanna cum in you so bad princess, you have no fucking idea what you do to me.” He pressed soft kisses into the stop of your spine. “Do it Calum, want your cum, want you to fucking ruin me.” He nearly emptied his load just at your words.

He shifted you, he held you close, and you pushed back against him, burying him deep, no space between your bodies at all. You still your hips, no longer moving yourself over him, instead just clenching down hard, forcing his release just from the sheer pleasure of being in you. “Fuck baby, fuck, take it, feel it.” His cock throbbed inside of you, hot spurts of his arousal shooting into you. You had to bite down on your lips, wanting to cry at how wonderful it felt. You were in heaven, him trusting you like this, wanting to give you everything he had. Your thighs clenched tightly together, trying to find your own release, so close, so turned on from him filling you, his cum dripping into you, oh you were nearly there, wanted him there, didn’t want him to move away from you. You wished he could stay inside of you forever. Wanted him to corrupt you permanently. “Fuck you’re turned on aren’t you.” He manages to spank you even through the exhaustion washing over him.

You nod and you whine, leading him to take action. His fingers speed up their assault on your clit. He loved how this was getting you off, never pictured how much you’d enjoy him fucking his release into you. If he could finish again he would, oh he knows he would. It was the hottest thing you’d ever done. He wanted to fuck you so hard, push his cum so deep inside you. He wanted you knocked up so bad. Shit, he was still cumming, still releasing as he thought about it.

He snapped his hips, thrusting into you the best he could now his cock was softening. “You want me to stay inside you? Want to warm my cock, keep it for another round.” He needed to feel you cum, needed your squeeze. You gasp as he attempts to thrust into you, cock so sensitive, still dripping, how was it that he was still dripping? Had he always finished this hard? No, no he hadn’t, he could honestly say that this was the most he’d ever given before.

You could have sworn some of his release had already started trickling down between you, leaking out down your thighs. “Like how full you are?” You sigh. You feel it, the heat, the butterflies, the eruption of chaos between your legs. “Can barely stand, knees buckling for me, you fucking deserve it.” He kept muttering, cursing, punishing you, his words were just as impactful to you as yours were to him.

“Don’t hold back baby, let it go.” You concentrated, really focused, his fingers were messy, but they were working for you, they were getting you there. You felt yourself letting go, so much pressure building inside you, you let a scream rip from your throat when you came, his hand covering your mouth, preventing your sound from traveling, cutting you off from taking a breath. Your thighs shook, your cunt pulsated, you felt goosebumps but at the same time, fire licking your skin.

With his hand over your mouth, partially blocking your nose, you couldn’t breathe, so oxygen deprived, you felt your eyes closing, body going numb, feeling heavy, feeling far away, out of your own grasp. He’d fucked you into oblivion, out of this world. He felt you going limp in his arms, immediately pulling you close. He pressed kisses all over your neck, your cheeks, begging you to come round, urging you. “Stay with me, come on, good girl.” He cooed, fingers even playing with your hair affectionately, his fear for your safety more important than the twisted dynamic between you sexually.

“Open your eyes sweets.” He shook you a little, panicking as to what to do, he knew you’d come round eventually, but it still shook him. You managed to squeeze his hand, letting him know you were okay, just spaced out for a second or two. He kissed your neck repeatedly, sighing into your skin with the relief that washed over him. You’d never quite blacked out for him before; you’d been close sure, but he never had to worry that you would actually collapse, struggling to come round for him.

“Scared me baby.” He squeezed you tight, his words hitting you hard, a pang of guilt flooding your body even if it was something you could never have prevented. “I’m okay baby, I’m good.” You reassure him. Your throat was so dry, so scratchy, but he’d loved to hear your voice regardless, it soothed him to no end, reassuring him better than your touch had. He was all for words of affirmation.

It took him ages to move you, too worried you’d drop the minute his hands left your waist. He couldn’t take his eyes off you while you straightened up, urging you to lean against the wall, lean against him if you had to. He was so whipped for you. He could laugh at how dumb he was jumping to fix your every need, but he hadn’t even minded. You might be a brat and a royal pain in his ass but you were his brat, his pain, he loved you.

You’d tried to convince him you were fine, stood up straight by yourself, counting how many fingers he held up because of course he was pedantic and untrusting enough to ask you the question in the first place. “Let me clean you up.” He mollycoddled you, if it was anyone else you’d hate it, but it wasn’t, you allowed him, seeing his need to leap to your rescue. He tears some tissue, cleaning your thighs, cleaning between your legs, your orgasm still sending your pussy into overdrive at each touch, your body trying to run from his hands.

“Really did a number on you.” He allowed himself to boast. He tossed the tissue in the bin, heading to wash his hands before helping you to do the same. He stood behind you as you washed your hands in the sink, watching you intently as you rinse the suds from your fingers while his arms wrapped around your waist, head resting on top of yours. He then stared at you longingly in the mirror, still concerned for you but mostly just infatuated with you and every single thing that you did. You were some kind of mage, he’d swear it. He came in here wanted to fuck you dumb, make you forget your name, forget his even, but he’d ended up forgetting himself instead, only knowing you, only feeling you, wanting to carry you home and tuck you into bed or something equally as mushy. You were all up in his headspace, hell you’d moved in so quickly he had a whole portion of his brain dedicated just to you, never to be open to anything or anyone else ever again.

He kissed your hair sweetly, you leant back into his touch lazily, your hands covering his as they rested on your stomach. You’d calmed down, felt the aching like you’d been thrown around, hips inflamed, burning you to the ground. You in yourself were content though, you were sleepy, you were dreading heading out of the bathroom and doing the walk of indefinite shame, but you were so sickeningly happy.  

You smiled at him through the mirror, finally allowing yourself to look back up to him, into him. His eyes were so large, brown pigment non-existent from the dilation of his pupils, the black space so prominent anyone would think he was some kind of demon but no, he wasn’t, he was just so in love, needed to take you in, the girl that made him crumble like no other could before. “You’re staring.” You smile as you say it,  your fingers starting to toy with his as they held you. “Am I?” You roll your eyes as much as you could manage. “Just so fucking cute.” He shrugs.

You feel your heart leap. “So, fucking in trouble too, don’t think I’m forgetting what you did just because you made me cum quick.” He kissed the back of your head with a kindness, but you knew to perceive his threat as anything but. He warned you playfully but there was enough intent behind it for you to know it certainly wasn’t over between you two. “Fucking perfect pussy, gets me every time.” He faked his disappointment, though if you were being explicitly honest, you knew he somewhat held a grudge but only against himself.

You didn’t even attempt to hide your pride. “Think we should head home.” You lean into his arms, he shakes head. “Nope, no way, not a chance.” You frown at his words, trying to read his expression to the best of your ability despite your newly found tiredness. “You’re gonna show everyone here just how dirty you are, gonna walk out there, with my pretty bruises on your neck, gonna wear them damp panties too, let everyone see you, what a whore you are for me.” You felt your thighs clenching again, he’d just wrecked you within an inch of your life and your body had the audacity to consider another orgasm. “Sound good to you?” You bite down on your bottom lip. He was wicked.

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