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roosterforme · 2 months

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Adult Education Part 22 | Hangman x OC

Summary: After visiting Jessica's family in Massachusetts and his family in Texas, it's time to officially finish moving in together. It's also time for Jake to take his girlfriend on a little adventure she has always dreamed about.

Warnings: Fluff, sex in public, language, 18+

Length: 2000 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Epilogue Part One

Three months later...

The airport in San Diego was absolutely overrun with business travelers and families on summer vacation. It seemed like there were people rushing in every direction, trying to catch connecting flights or grab their luggage and go. But Jake was in no hurry at all. He'd just left the laidback state of Texas. Tomorrow was Saturday. His girlfriend was on term break.

In fact, he missed his luggage going around the baggage carousel twice because Jessica had her lips pressed to his. "You know," he murmured after the second time, "we would already be home by now if you weren't so damn distracting."

She shook her head. "We have to stop by my apartment on the way and pick up the last few boxes."

Jake smiled. "I know. Then it's official, Baby." Her lease was ending on Monday, and they left those boxes of old textbooks and scientific journals so they could still claim she was going to be moving in, not that she essentially already had. Jake didn't want to make a poor impression on her family, but it turned out he didn't have anything to worry about. And neither did she.

"So Thanksgiving back in Massachusetts and Christmas in Texas," she murmured against his neck as she let her head rest on his shoulder. "We're going to be very busy this year."

"There's no escaping my mom now," he told her. "She's probably already crocheting a Christmas stocking with your name on it. I think she almost evaporated into thin air when she hugged you. Physical proof that her son is dating someone with a PhD who looks like a supermodel nearly took her out."

"Jake," she whined with a laugh. "Supermodels don't wear glasses or read the science joke of the day emails."

"Mine does," he insisted. "There's my bag again. Now can we please go home?"

"Absolutely," she replied as he grabbed his luggage before it could sneak by a third time. "I'm determined to cook an edible dinner one night while I'm off. Plus, I really wanted to spend this week while you're at work organizing all of my stuff at the condo."

He grinned as they exited the airport holding hands. "Actually, you're coming to work with me on Monday."

"I am? For what?"

"Well... that's a bit of a surprise."

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Jessica watched Jake stack the three remaining boxes of her things in his arms and carry them out to his truck. She could have only managed to take them one at a time, but he even humored her barrage of questions while he went.

"When are you going to tell me what the surprise is? Will you tell me now? How will I know what to wear to base with you on Monday if you don't tell me what it's for?"

He was silent for the first part of the ride from her old neighborhood as they made their way toward the pacific coast and his condo, and she looked out the window while she tapped her foot anxiously. When he took an unexpected right turn instead of a left, she turned to look at him.

"You really want to know?" he asked, his face just gorgeous in the orange and purple light as the sun finished setting.

"Yes!"

He chuckled. "Well, I thought this would be a fun little celebration of sorts since you found out Brian isn't coming back in the fall. And I think it's something you've been wanting to experience."

Jessica tipped her head back against the headrest and smiled. Advanced Calculus had texted her when they were at the airport in Boston about to fly to Texas, letting her know Brian took a position at the local community college. She wouldn't even have to look at him when her classes started up again next month. She had been so excited, she and Jake had very awkward but enthusiastic sex in the airplane lavatory as they flew over Pennsylvania.

When he pulled his truck off the main road and along the bay, Jessica had to hang on as he drove down an unpaved street as the sky darkened. "Where are we going?" she asked, as they bumped along, driving parallel to a tall fence with barbed wire across the top of it.

"I want to show you something," he muttered, coming to a stop between the rocky bay beach and the fence. "There's the hangar, and there's my jet."

Jessica looked to where he was pointing, and she could barely make out HANGMAN printed across the side of one of the aircrafts. "Oh!" she gasped, realizing she'd never even visited him on base before.

"Come here, and I'll tell you the surprise," he crooned, killing the engine and unbuckling her seatbelt. He coaxed her to his lap and said, "If you want to fly with me on Monday, I got special permission to take you up since you're a physics professor."

"What?!" Jessica's eyes went wide. "Are you serious?"

His smile was soft and genuine as he nodded. "Does that mean you still want to do it?"

"Jake!" She pushed his shoulders back against the seat and shook him slightly as he laughed. "I wrote my PhD thesis on jet propulsion in military aircrafts! Of course I want to fly with you!"

"I know," he drawled as he smirked. "I read your thesis, remember? Barely understood a word, but I did read it."

"Smart Boy," she moaned as she kissed him. "I can't wait for Monday." As she raked her fingers back through his hair, his hands came to rest on her hips. She kissed and nipped at him, pausing to say, "I'm so excited."

When Jessica's tongue slipped between his lips, she rolled her hips against him. He groaned and cupped her butt, guiding her to do it again. He was so obviously hard in his jeans now, and she didn't want to wait until they got home. "Feels like you're excited, too," she said with a grin before she licked his lip.

"Fuck, Jessica. If you're like this today, you'll be a mess on Monday after we actually fly together."

She gasped and nodded. "Oh my god. You're right."

"I know I am, Baby. You'll be dripping wet for me by then."

When she clenched around nothing as his hand snaked up the front of her shirt, she admitted, "I already am." She ground down against his cock and whispered, "You know how we had that quickie the other day way out on your parents property?"

Jake moaned and said, "I'll remember that for the rest of my life. Bending you over the tailgate of my dad's old truck."

"Well," she murmured, licking a stripe from his chin slowly back to his ear. "It's pretty dark now. You could bend me over your own tailgate."

Jake's hand was opening his door before she finished her sentence, and he hauled her back behind his truck. He was a little rough, pulling her against him and making her stumble as he dropped the tailgate down. He kissed her lips and rubbed the front of his jeans against hers before he said, "It'll have to be quick again. Before any of the guards drive by."

"Okay," she agreed, and then Jake had her pinned down from behind as she made a surprised noise. She let her head rest on her folded arms as she turned toward the fence. It was now too dark to see the hangar or any of the jets as Jake reached around and undid the front of her jeans. He yanked them down along with her sage green thong before unzipping his own pants and letting his cock rest against her butt.

"You weren't kidding, Smart Girl," he whispered, teasing her clit and running his finger through her slit. "You're soaked."

The evening air was cool on her bare skin, and when he separated her with his long fingers, she shivered for so many reasons. Then he connected them together, plunging inside her as she cried out.

"Shhh," he warned, and she bit her lip. "Be a good girl. I'll make it fast."

"Oh god," she groaned softly, her whole body bouncing against the tailgate with each of his rapid thrusts. She couldn't stop the little grunts and needy sounds she made for him every time his hips slammed into her butt, but he was moaning her name softly too as he fucked her.

He just went harder and harder, and Jessica had to hold onto the tailgate with quivering fingers as he hit the spot that made her shake for him. "Jake," she whispered as he leaned down over her back as she came. But he wasn't done yet.

His voice was rough like the gravel beneath her feet. "I love you. I love fucking you. I can't wait to take you home. I can't wait to fly with you." He grabbed her hips and drove himself deep as she continued to clench softly around him, and then he came too. And this time she had to remind him to be quiet.

"Jake, you're so loud," she warned as his thrusting grew shallow. "And I see headlights," she hissed.

"Fuck," he growled, pulling out of her and sending his cum dribbling down the insides of her thighs as she yanked up her underwear and jeans. There was definitely a security vehicle headed past the hangar on some sort of patrol route. "Let's get out of here," he said, pulling her toward the driver's side door.

Jessica scampered inside, barely making it to the passenger seat before Jake had the engine roaring to life and the truck shifted into reverse. Deftly and with a smile on his face, he reversed back down the bumpy road like it was nothing. "That was a little close," he said as he slowed down before making it back to the pavement.

She bit her lip and said, "What if I said I kind of love tailgate quickies?"

He glanced at her as he slowed at a stop sign. "Well then I would say I'll come up with a list of places we can sneak off to."

Her hand stroked his thigh as she said, "Get to work on that."

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The fact that Jake managed to pull this off after weeks and weeks of planning left a smile on his face. On Monday, he watched as Phoenix helped Jessica into a flight suit in the hangar, and then he handed her a helmet. She was grinning at him as she slipped it onto her head. "You look like you're ready to go, Dr. Reed," he said as he fastened it into place for her.

"I'm so ready, Lieutenant Seresin," she replied, bouncing slightly on her booted feet as she ran her fingers along the HANGMAN patch on his own flight suit. "How many Gs do you think we'll hit? Can we roll upside down?"

"Jesus," he laughed. "Next thing you'll be leaving me in the fall to go to flight school."

She pouted and said, "My eyesight is too poor."

He kissed the tip of her nose before picking up his own helmet. "Not to be a WSO."

"Oh my god, Jake! You're right!"

She asked him a million questions in a row as she followed him across the tarmac, and he could only answer about half of them for her. "Why don't you tell me, Reedy," he finally said as she climbed the first rung of the ladder. "You're way smarter than me."

She turned back and looked at him. "Maybe just a little bit. But you know how to do the one thing I'll never get to do. Actually fly this thing!"

He placed a hand on her waist, giving her a squeeze through the rough fabric. "I just want you to relax and enjoy yourself. I'll try to answer any questions you have when we're in bed later. How does that sound?"

She nodded at him as her eyes went wide. "That actually sounds great. Let's go." She then climbed the ladder in record time, leaving Jake laughing on the tarmac before he followed after her.

He would be happy to follow her as long as she would let him.

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Jessica Reed is just winning so hard now. Fuck off, Brian. One more filthy part of this story to come. Thanks for reading! And thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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mangekyuou · 1 year

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Hi there~

I just finished reading your rules and you're a UNI STUDENT? Lmao me too, I'm majoring in English literature 🙃 yeah i know it's an old-man choice 😭 but at least I enjoy it~

So can i request a NSFW alphabet for my boy Benn?

I don't see a lot of content for him and he's sooo sooooo handsomeee and attractive.

I hope you have a nice day~

⟡ ֺ 𓂂 nsfw alphabet , benn beckman.

✸ cw(s)! . . . nsfw. gn!reader. me being a beckman stan. not proofread. minors DNI.

✸ notes! . . . hi !! that's so cool you're majoring in english literature !! i was always interested in literature, but i could just never sit down and read or try to analyze anything. it was never my strong suit lol. so kudos to you !! thank you for requesting !! <33

!! i would also like to say that i don't really do nsfw alphabets, but i have made an exception for this one and the other one in my drafts bcuz i didn't state it earlier. PLUS i'm a beckman and shanks stan lmaooo

A — AFTERCARE. [ what they’re like after sex. ]

aftercare is truly his favorite part. he takes his time carefully getting you all cleaned up and comfortable. benn is definitely a cuddlebug :>. he loves cuddling with you after sex. there's nothing better than laying down next to you, wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you into his chest, kissing your head, and falling into the world of dreams.

B — BODY PART. [ their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s. ]

he hasn't thought much about himself. he doesn't even really have an answer at first. but he thinks his arms are nice. all the more strength to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

benn loves ALL of you. don't ask him to pick a favorite part of you. he refuses to give you one answer, no matter how much you beg him. unless you start to pout, his ultimate weakness. he loves your thighs. he's a thigh and ass guy. nine times out of ten, you know he's in the mood just by how long he's touching your thighs

C — CUM. [ anything to do with cum. ]

he loves filling you to the brim with his cum, watching it slowly leak out of you only to use his thick fingers or his dick to stuff it back inside. all with a "be a good baby and hold it for me, yeah?"

D — DIRTY SECRET. [ self-explanatory. ]

nothing runs through his mind like you in a maid outfit since you wore one as punishment for losing a card game. the red-haired pirates are so damn cruel. the image has never left his head, and along with it came his dirty thoughts

the thought of you bending over to better reach a spot to dust, the short skirt of your tight uniform riding up to show off your ass. the thought of your purposely spilling something on him to get him out of his clothes. the thought of you on your knees in front of him, eagerly awaiting his next command, asking him how you may be of assistance. fuck he needs you in a maid outfit so bad

E — EXPERIENCE. [ how experience are they? do they know what they’re doing? ]

benn has been around the block many of times. he has plenty of experience. i wouldn't call him a hoe...but he's had quite a few lovers in the past. mostly one night stands. he knows what he's doing and how to pleasure you

F — FAVORITE POSITION. [ self-explanatory. ]

he's a pretty classic man. he loves the cowgirl(boy) position. there's nothing that makes him cum harder than you riding him to your heart's content. oh and please do wear a cowboy hat, treat him like cattle, call him a few names, he's putty in your hands. when he comes, put your hat over his pretty face

G — GOOFY. [ are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? ]

benn is very talkative in the bedroom. he's always talking, whether it's praising you or his favorite teasing you. hell, there are even some moments where he's so unserious. telling you about some stupid shit that happened on the red force that day, while kissing down your chest. or when he's settled deep inside of you, not moving, and will stop to have a full-on conversation. like what are you doing ??

H — HAIR. [ how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? ]

it's wild and grey. his pubes are a little wavy. he doesn't particularly care much about shaving. now if you ask him to trim up a little, he will definitely do so and will make it a habit

I — INTIMACY. [ how are they in the moment, the romantic aspect? ]

benn is a very romantic man. there is not a single time when he doesn't make you seem like the luckiest person in the world. he puts his ALL into loving and cherishing you. he takes his time with you. worshipping your body from head to toe, not missing an inch. bringing you to your high again and again, singing praises to you, how well you're doing, how much he loves you

J — JACK OFF. [ masturbation headcanon. ]

benn doesn't jack off as much as he did when he was younger. the times when he is in the mood, you are usually not too far and more than happy to help. however for the few times, you aren't around, he's sitting slouched in a chair in your shared room, his hair all over his face, he was anything but his usual calm and collected self. shallow breaths and low whispers of your name leave his lips, as he desperately tries to reach his high, imagining his hand as yours

K — KINK. [ one or more of their kinks. ]

he definitely has a praise kink. even before the two of you got together, you likely picked up on his praise kink. he loves the effect it has on you. role play, he's a freaky old man. as i said earlier, he loves the thought of you in a maid outfit, this definitely extends to other things. sexy secretary, sexy nurse, you name it. HE'S WAY INTO HIS ROLE. especially if you're taking a dominant role ?? WHEW

L — LOCATION. [ favorite places to do it. ]

he's not all that into public sex. does not want anyone else to see you, other than that one time. he prefers to keep your sexy times in the bedroom. nothing beats your bed

M — MOTIVATION. [ what turns them on, gets them going? ]

it doesn't take much to get him going. you could just wrap your arms around his waist from behind, and kiss up his shoulder, and he's all yours for the evening. or when you smack his ass and run down the hall. he swears he hates it, but who is he kidding? when he does catch up to you, you're in for it

N — NO. [ something they wouldn’t do, turn offs. ]

anything that could possibly hurt you. nope. never. nada. zilch. he can't do it. he couldn't do humiliation either. anything that is not making you feel amazing and beautiful, he's not doing

O — ORAL. [ preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc. ]

definitely a giver and is the fucking best at it. he prides himself on his ability to make you cum multiple times with his mouth alone. he could spend hours between your legs if you'd let him. hooking his strong arms around your legs, you're not going anywhere until he's had his fill. but you'll be a good baby and take it, won't you?

running your hands through his grey locks only encourages him further. your moans and breaths are a melody he'd never get tired of hearing

he does love seeing your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock. he loves when you take your time, licking up a stride up his shaft, the tip of your tongue circling the blushing red head of his tip, before slowly taking him into your mouth. eye contact the entire time !! he loves that shit

P — PACE. [ are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc. ]

benn is definitely more on the slow and sensual side. he wants you to feel him, every inch of him enter you as he fills you to the brim every time he thrusts into you. and he wants to feel all of you, as he closes his eyes and stuffs his face into your shoulder, alternating between leaving open-mouth kisses and love bites

Q — QUICKIE. [ their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc. ]

he's not a quickie guy. maybe when he was younger but quickies don't satisfy him anymore. it doesn't give him the chance to fuck you properly

R — RISK. [ are they game to experiment, do they take the risks, etc. ]

he'll experiment for you. he'll willing to try some things at least once if you'd like to try them. however, it's not likely to suggest something. he knows what he likes and what he doesn't, he's not sure that's really going to change at this point

S — STAMINA. [ how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last? ]

benn can go for a few rounds, which are not usually his plan. he usually plans for one long round. but the cuddle session after the first round a lot of the time turns into another around. he's not complaining though. give him a little smoke break and he's back at it

T — TOY. [ do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves? ]

he doesn't have a problem with toys, he just doesn't really use them. he prefers using his own equipment if you catch my drift. but he definitely doesn't mind using them on you if you asked

U — UNFAIR. [ how much they like to tease? ]

now he doesn't see it as teasing. but it's definitely teasing. his teasing is very playful. the way he just walks up to you at the poker table and whispers what he's going to do to you tonight if you win...and he expects you to sit there and be calm. you better win.

or when you sit in his lap and his large calloused hands caress your thighs, inching closer and closer to your core. he notices the way you take in a sharp breath, only to stop touching you altogether. he knows exactly what he's doing and what effect he has on you

V — VOLUME. [ how loud they are, what sounds they make. ]

benn is not quiet by any means. he's very talkative in the bedroom. always teasing you or giving you praise. he is an occasional groaner. groaning your name and swears into your ear

W — WILD CARD. [ random headcanon. ]

shanks has definitely watched you and benn fuck before. it was one time and it'll never happen again. now the captain of the red haired pirates did nothing wrong, at first. the next day, roo had asked shanks where he disappeared off to and he made a joke saying "watching the taming of a stubborn bull", earning a laugh from you. he is no longer allowed to watch

X — X-RAY. [ what’s going on under those clothes. ]

listen to me and listen to me well. definitely a shower, not a grower. 7-8 inches, slightly curved to the right and upwards. uncut. above average girth. a few veins, but there's one very prominent long vein that stretches from the underside of his dick all the way around to the top. slightly darker than the rest of his body BUT there are lighter patches of skin on and around his tip

Y — YEARNING. [ how high is their sex drive? ]

don't really see his drive being that high. definitely lower than average. but hey, he's not gonna say no to some sweet lovemaking.

Z — ZZZ. [ how quickly they fall asleep afterwards? ]

aftercare is literally his favorite part, so you bet it's going to be a while before he actually falls asleep. he has to get you all cleaned up and comfortable. finally, he pulls you in for cuddles. he waits until you're asleep before falling asleep himself

#speed run challenge on how long this stays up with no problems....#skip over the x-ray section #i don't know what demon wrote that...#but it was NOT me #one piece #benn beckman #beckman #benn beckman x reader #beckman x reader #one piece x reader #one piece oneshots #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #one piece smut #benn beckman smut #beckman smut #☆ — MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE.

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thebardisabird · 9 months

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this is the first request ive ever made, but how would the boys react to a classic Bimbo reader? with classic blonde hair, pink clothes, expensive bags and nails, stuff like that😭 this may be a bit strange so dont answer if you dont wanna, i was just curious. thank you so much lmao 😭

We know her, we love her, she’s that girl!

So Osomatsu immediately goes gaga for you. I’m talking heart eyes, drooling, unable to think coherent thoughts kind of enamored. From your pretty long eyelashes, to your super short mini skirt to pink boot heels - he can’t seems to pick a spot where he wants to look! Every single inch of you sings sex appeal and he’s listening very intently. He knows he definitely cannot afford you tho - so he might pull off the same stunt he did for Chibimi and just about sell his soul to get a date with you. (Honestly when I think of all the characteristics you describe matched with Oso I think of @girlymatsu ‘s oc Erina-chan who is super cute and fun, please check them out, you can tell they put a lot of love in their art and you'll absolutely love their oc)

Karamatsu sees your fashion sense and instantly wants to be the Ken to your Barbie. You have this it girl factor that draws him in and with the sway of your hips and the wink of your pink, glittery shadowed eye, he’s completely under your spell. If you so choose to give him the time of day, he pays you compliment after compliment, and will take you out on a date to get coffee or a nice meal depending on what you’d like. If we’re talking about a classic bimbo trope where you’re a little on the less well-read side, then he might find it cute that you don’t really know how to pronounce some of the words of the meals or coffee drinks and he’ll try to use the opportunity to teach you some fancy words. You actually find his poses and flowery speech kinda funny, because he sounds like a poem out loud.

Choromatsu has no idea how you're even talking to him right now. He's seen you plenty of times and never ever imagined you would even say two words to him other than like... "Excuse me" if he was standing in your way. You are so far removed from all the things that encompass his life. Yet when you tell him that his favorite has super cute outfits and that you were thinking about becoming one yourself because you love the idea of all the glitz and glamour it brings, he short-circuits. You're already so gorgeous, to think of you being in cutesy outfits and dancing around? And he's allowed to talk to you? Associate with you??? The man is ready to die happy. But not as happy as when you dress up in his favorite idol's outfit - only it looks ten times better on you because your bigger chest and ass. While you don't exactly understand his love for anime, manga, and other more nerdy things, you humor him because he's just so cute when his little froggy face lights up the way it does!

Ichimatsu is intimidated entirely by you and will actively go out of his way to avoid you. You are like a beacon of light far too bright and undeserving for him to ever even get close to. Luckily for him, you notice one day that he's looking into the window of a cat cafe and you finally tap him on his shoulder and ask about whether he likes cats or not. It takes about everything he has not to throw up on the spot, but he is seriously questioning his life and whether or not some god above is about to smite him. You try to explain to him that you actually really love kitties as you point to your kitten paw choker and show him your baby pink matching kitten paw nails. At some point he realizes that you're not fucking with him and he slides out of fight or flight mode and into general nervousness. It takes a while before you can actually get him to speak (you're literally such a bombshell against his disheveled-ness, he feels very grateful that he's conscious enough to give you short answers instead of fainting like his body wants him to), but you eventually give him your number. When you part ways, then he slumps to the ground, but with the tiniest of smiles on his face.

Jyushimatsu actually makes you nervous. It's very clear that you're super attractive and bubbly, but there is a genuine sweetness to him that makes him stick out from all the other meatheads who try to normally get your attention. The yellow clad matsu isn't very subtle about staring at you and your appearance, but you honestly don't mind it when he says things like "Your hair reminds me of the sun!" or "You look like a pretty pink cloud today, haha!" The guy is just so adorable it makes you giggle. And when he smiles right back (even bigger than his usual grin), it makes you blush a bit. You end up leaving lipgloss on his cheeks all the time because you just find him so cute.

Todomatsu can't get enough of you once he gets to know you! You two feed off of each other's cutesy personalities. And since pink is both of your signature colors, you guys end up matching outfits a lot. Though the price to pay with you two being so matchy-matchy is that everyone else literally cannot stand being around you two lol. But that's fine to either of you because you both just chalk it up to them being rude and jealous and you pay it no mind...it's either that dynamic orrrrr you end up hating each others guts because only one of you can be the cutest in Akatsuka. Though that scenario ends up in an enemies to lovers situation because even though Todomatsu says he can't stand you - he definitely admits to himself (and only to himself at first) that you are positively gorgeous and the only person worthy of being at his level of pretty in pink.

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chelemlem · 3 months

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Landoscar flatmates au ? For the au prompts!

OH HELLO. ok this is more neighbours au than flatmates but !

lando moves into his first london apartment trying to get his new streaming company off the ground. it's Not a nice place exactly. the stairwell is a fire hazard and there are water stains wrapped around the smaller-than-he's-used-to kitchen and he's pretty sure his downstairs neighbours are serial killers with the odd hours they keep & passive aggressive notes they leave around (wdym "kindly refrain from yelling when ppl are trying to sleep" who goes to bed at 7pm m8? but ok FINE he can schedule his cod streams for earlier in the day 🙄)

but that's what you get for wanting to "make it on ur own". so to speak

one sultry summer afternoon his doorbell rings and oh worm? it's the fabled downstairs neighbour who he's never met before. he's got floppy hair and bags under his eyes and apparently he's going to be late on rent this month bc he lost his second job. internally lando's like uh ok sure? what's that got to do with me but then Floppy Hair gives him a slow once-over and says: "or i could maybe. blow you?"

and that's??? fuck, why not. the guy's fit. what the hell

he figures out what that was all about later: oscar the downstairs bloke thinks LANDO owns the apartment bc he coincidentally shares a last name with their landlord ?

which brings up like: The Ethical Conundrum. on one hand: honesty, yeah? but lando's morals are fluid at the best of times and tbh the convenience of having dick that good only a floor down is nothing to sneeze at‼️ besides, between his delivery job and engineering coursework, oscar seems to have enough on his plate without adding apartment-hunting to the mix. it's win-win, really? what oscar doesn't know won't hurt him. lando can cover his share

cue 3-5 months of some of the best sex lando's ever had, partly for the normal reasons and partly bc of how Down oscar is to try all the weird kinky shit lando is into (which he chalks up to the fact that in oscar's mind he's essentially selling his body for shelter...... insert vague guilt)

and the problem is lando's growing fond of oscar's like dry sense of humor and his surprisingly good cooking (when he's got the time) and ends up doing all sorts of throat-constrictingly domestic stuff like dropping oscar off at class and ordering extra groceries for him and one day when they're sat in oscar's apartment waiting for the kettle (a shmancy new one lando bought) to boil, oscar jokes "oh am i officially a sugar baby now... a rentboy if u will" lando has a mild (read: severe) crisis about it and just. blurts out the truth

oscar's quiet for a bit. and then he's like: yeah i know

and hi what? the? fuck? but oscar's like uh so i ran into our real landlord a couple of weeks after we started shagging and i know i should have said something when u began paying a third of my rent but. shrugs. i looked u up and it seems like you can afford it (pure electric advert). also i... like hanging out with you. i like cooking for you. i like having sex and enough free time to sleep. i wanna keep doing it if you... (he's blushing now) don't mind

and lando's lowkey like youuu son of a bitch but he recognises he doesn't have a leg to stand on and hey does this mean oscar can actually spend nights at his place instead of walking back to his own apartment ? cut to future oscar cameoing in the background of lando's streams as Anonymous Boyfriend and maxf being like why the hell do you still have him saved in ur phone as "rentboy 💕"

#answered #landoscar #forever thinking abt mark saying the only time he's ever seen oscar agitated is when he was beefing w his landlord over rent...#ln4 #op81 #ch. fic

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itshouldvebeenme30 · 2 years

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Freaky Friday ||18+||

Pairing/s: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Wandanat x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Genre: ||MINORS DNI|| explicit language, attempt at humor, penis, smut, threesome, sex pollen, and penis

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: I got busy and still be until next month. I still lurk on tumblr and read stuff but my focus isn't on it so I can't exactly post very often. I have an upcoming exam this week so I'll just leave it here. Thank you for checking this out and happy reading! (Also, I don't know how to feel about this one andddd happy 200+ followers to me! I can't thank you enough so y'all need a head? Kidding, but srsly, thank you sm!)

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"This is boring, Wanda." You mindlessly flip through the channels as your best friend sits on the floor, reading some kind of voodoo book she got from that Strange guy in relation to her powers. It was part of her training to gain knowledge and control of her ability. Wanda just rolled her eyes while her focus remained on the book.

"I specifically told you that I'd be studying in my room and nothing more. Why don't you go out and bother someone else? You're distracting me. " She sighed and rubbed her fingers on her temple. The texts are giving her headaches, and your constant whining adds to them.

"There's no one to bother because they're not yet home. Steve doing some grandpa shit wherever he is, Sam and Bucky doing god knows what but they're not here, Pietro got a date with Monica, Banner would hulk out if I broke his equipment again, and Tony is spoiling Peter somewhere, and - " You ranted off and Wanda could only use her powers to slam the pillow on your face.

"What the hell, Wanda?" She closed the book and turned to face your annoying ass.

"What the hell, Y/n?" Wanda mockingly counters back. "Why don't you go and bother your favorite person then? I have to practice my magic here, Y/n."

"Who? You're my favorite person." Your face scrunched in genuine confusion, and Wanda couldn't help the blush becoming prominent on her face.

"Aside from me, you idiot. I'm talking about Natas- " You defensively sat up straighter at the mention of the name.

"Woah, woah. Hold your tits, Maximoff. Why would she be my other favorite person aside from you? She hates me! And I don't even like her!" Wanda just raised her eyebrows in amusement. Your loud thoughts of each other, as well as the longing glances you throw when you believe the other is not looking, beg to differ.

"When are you gonna stop denying your obvious boner to each other? Honestly, it's getting annoying at this point. I've shipped you two since- " This time you jumped off of the couch and started pacing around the table.

"I'm gonna stop you right there, Maximoff. Have you seen her? She had done nothing but constantly aggravate me and make my life miserable! I swear if she- " Wanda couldn't help the few tears that escaped as she laughed so hard at the scene before her. She loves teasing and riling you up whenever she's bringing up the redhead in the conversation.

"Okay, geez. You have to relax. I was just kidding. I know how much you supposedly hate each other." Wanda calmed down from laughing too hard and wiped her eyes. She just shook her head at you and opened the book to continue where she left off.

"It's the truth!" You slumped back down on the couch and groaned. Even when Natasha is not here, she always manages to give you a headache.

"If you say so. Now, are you up to be my guinea pig? Because I'll kick you out if you start whining again. At least you could help me while you're here. " You nod and agree eagerly just to whisk away the thoughts of the redhead that are starting to consume you. You do not fear Wanda's powers, unlike the others, because you trust your best friend with your whole life. Thus, this became the reason why you two were inseparable; you know you've got each other's back.

Also, you're not afraid of anything because you're somewhat immortal. If you die, you just come back again from whatever horrible, or even the silliest, reason you died. You learned you're different when you died for the first time in a car accident. It freaked your whole family out, and Nick Fury had to step in from the hospital where you miraculously resurrected. The journey of becoming his precious agent started there, until you became an avenger.

During the first few months of being Natasha's teammate, you tolerated each other, and you even befriended the redhead. It all changed when you first died on a mission in front of her to save her and the children. She wasn't aware of your special ability, so imagine her surprise when you came back the next day and greeted the team like you hadn't just died. You apologized of course but Natasha was furious, and that started the day when you two would just constantly be in each other's throat.

"Never ever try to save my life, again." You think she's being ridiculous. Of course, you'll give your life for your teammates, especially those who were very dear to you. What else could this gift- or curse- be of use if you don't try to save everyone? Even though your ability is still a mystery, you strive to use it in the way you believe is fitting. However, it does not imply that you are reckless, despite Natasha's daily assertions to the contrary. You are simply unlucky in those situations because of your desire to protect everyone.

"So, are you feeling anything?" It's been two hours since Wanda starts practicing spells on you and nothing special yet to happen.

"Uh, sleepy. You sure you read those correctly?" You yawned to emphasize your point, and Wanda couldn't help but yawn, too. Her eyelids were drooping in tiredness, so she decided she was done for the day.

"I think? Well, nothing happened so there's no win or lose here. I wanna take a nap." She stretches before making her way on the bed. "You coming?"

"Of course, wouldn't miss to cuddle with you." You joined over to her side and spooned her smaller frame. Another reason why she loves being beside you because you give the best warm cuddles in her opinion. The two of you ended up napping the whole afternoon.

"Y/n... Y/n... Wake up." You feel someone shaking you and you just groaned in response.

"You have to scoot over. Something's poking me." Wanda mumbles sleepily but still shakes you a bit stronger because the thing is starting to bother her. When you just grumbled, she turned to face you and covered your mouth and nose. You jolted awake at the sudden lack of air and confusedly sat up.

"Why are you trying to kill me?" When you sat up, an obvious tent was formed in the crotch area of your sweatpants. Wanda just curiously stared at it.

"Did you wear your special toy or something?"

"What?" You followed her line of sight and were even more confused. You don't remember wearing anything because you had no plans, or whatever.

"I didn't- What the hell?" It shook you to the core when you peeped inside. There's no toy, only the real deal. You have a penis. YOU HAVE A PENIS?!

"Wanda! What is this?" You shrieked and Wanda has to peek what you saw. Her eyes widen comically and before she could muster a word, you sprinted to the nearby bathroom.

You pulled your sweatpants down and it sprung proudly. You hissed when the cold air hit and it stiffened even more. It's huge and very real. You thought you must be dreaming, but when you pinched your arm, it was still there.

"Y/n, you okay in there? I'm coming in." You're head is all over the place so you come to pay no mind to Wanda coming in to see you.

"What the hell is this? How the fuck did this happen?!" You faced Wanda and the poor girl was met with your additional appendage situated very proudly between your thighs.

"Woah, that's- uhm, uh. I can't. I have no clue and I got no words." You feel no shame at that moment because you're freaking out.

"Did you just give me a penis? Get this thing off!" You hysterically said and Wanda did not hesitate to approach and give your shoulder a light squeeze.

"Okay, first of all, calm down. We'll figure this large- uhm I mean this huge- uh problem. Take deep breaths with me. 1... 2... 3... " You followed the brunette and slowly, you calmed down.

"Is this thing permanent? Is it ever going away? " You couldn't stop the questions running through your mind, and Wanda hadn't had the slightest clue.

"Honestly? I have no idea. Let me check the book real quick. Wait here. " It's absurd that she thinks you're going anywhere with your pants down and this thing on you. You could only put your head down with your hands on your face on the counter. It's stressing you out, and why does this thing hurt?

"You want the good or bad news first?" Wanda came back with the book on her hand. Seeing your defeated face, she chooses the good news first. "Good news it is. Well, it's not permanent. It's gonna go away eventually." You sighed in relief. You raised your brow urging her to continue what the bad news was.

"The bad news is... it didn't indicate for how long." You take a deep breath and another whip of cold air hits. You lightly hiss when it twitches. Wanda notices your pained expression.

"You okay? I'm really sorry- "

"It's okay, Wands. I just freaked out. I'm not mad or anything. Its just... hurts. And I don't know why it won't go down!" You frustratingly huff. Wanda has to bite back a giggle.

"You think I know how it's supposed to work? Perhaps we should ask for someone's help... " She wiggles her brows suggestively, and you instinctively know what she's up to.

"Absolutely not. I'm just gonna go... jerk or something to make it go away. I'm going back to my room. Not a word to anyone." You start pulling your sweatpants up and walk to the door. Wanda tries to open her mouth and suggest another thing but you already made your way outside.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me, okay?" You could only nod defeatedly.

All throughout the dinner, you were silent. Natasha is perplexed because usually when she opens her mouth, you already have something to snark about. She couldn't help but feel concerned when you didn't merely cast a glance at her or everyone at all. Wanda's concerned look being thrown at your way didn't alleviate the worry rising up.

"Something happened, Y/n? You're unusually quite. Natasha here looks like a kicked puppy because you won't pay attention to her." Tony playfully asks, but you know he means well. Wanda elbowed you lightly to get your attention.

"Huh? Oh, nothing." You continued poking the food with your fork.

"Trouble in paradise, sis?" Pietro teasingly says and the others starts to giggle while the three of you, Wanda and Natasha just merely frowned.

"We're not- "

"It isn't- "

You and Wanda spoke at the same time, and Natasha couldn't help but feel jealous of your closeness. She starts to get up from her seat.

"Well, I hope everything's fine because I don't want both of you to get distracted on the mission tomorrow." She missed the shared knowing look between you and Wanda as she left the room.

"We have a mission tomorrow?"

"Can I have your jacket, please?" You whisper beside Wanda. The mission has been successful, and all of you are going home safe. Well, except for the fact that you were exposed to an unknown gas in there. There hasn't been any drastic effect, and you're immortal, so you just shrugged it off.

And out of all the places to get an unwanted boner, it proudly made its presence known. You have your legs crossed and your hands over your crotch, and Wanda sees this.

"Are you okay? Do we need to check you for any side effects? " She reaches for her jacket and puts it over your lap. You're sweating profusely and your stomach coils unpleasantly.

"I- I think so. I feel very weird... " Natasha watches you both in the corner and has to bite back the ugly feeling at the back of her mind.

You were quickly put in the med bay for a check up, only to have them diagnose you that you had been exposed to a sex pollen type of gas. When your teammates suggestively tell you to hook up with someone, you just flip them off and go back to your room alone. You shut your door and failed to notice Wanda and Natasha following you. They were at your door at the same time, and they looked at each other. Clearly, both of them wanted to help you in any way they could.

"Wanda, I- " Natasha doesn't know what to say, and she feels like she has just overstepped some boundaries. After all, she thinks you and the brunette are together.

"Nat, I have something to tell you. It's really important." Natasha closed her mouth to listen as Wanda's voice held some urgency to it. "I made a mistake and I think it's greatly affecting Y/n."

"What did you do?" She stood up straighter and her stance made Wanda cower a little.

"So yesterday we were practicing spells- "

"Just get straight to the point Wanda. Y/n's hurting in there."

"Iaccidentlyattachedapenistoher." Wanda says in one breath. She promised not to tell anyone but she can't help but feel responsible and your loud thoughts of being in pain adds to her guilt.

"Say it again?" It was too fast to understand but she gets the gist of it. She just wanted to make sure if she heard it right.

"I said, I accidently attached a penis to her." Wanda says in a hushed and hurried tone. Her face blushed in confession, whether it was from the embarrassment or something else.

"Oh... "

"Yeah, so we need to help her. She's grunting in pain in the bathroom, Nat. I have to unlock this door because she's not in the right headspace." Natasha just simply nodded and let the girl do her work.

The cold water did nothing to alleviate the pain and hotness you currently feel. You grip your cock and try to relieve yourself, but it's painfully hard and you're crying to get some relief. A dark thought crossed your mind. But before you could materialized it, your bathroom door burst open and you were too shock to cover yourself.

"Whatever you're thinking, Y/n, please don't. We're here to help you." Natasha and Wanda stood in front of you, and slowly, they approached you. Natasha grabs the nearby towel while Wanda turns your shower off. Your brain is too puddled with arousal, so you let them dry you off and lead you to the bed.

"What are you two doing?" You look at them with wide eyes and your cheeks are slightly puffy.

"We're here to help, detka. It's going to be fine." You couldn't help but lean in to Natasha's touch as she caressed your face while Wanda starts slowly undressing herself.

"I- You don't have to do this... " You reluctantly looked at the two but Natasha held your gaze.

"I want to kiss you. Is that okay?" You whimpered in response and uttered a soft yes before her lips surged forward to meet yours. Her lips are inexplicably soft and tasted sweet. Your hand went at the back of her head and pulled her closer in a bruising kiss. Wanda moaned loudly at the sight and situated herself on your side as she finished undressing herself. When air became an issue, you both drew back to catch your breath, and Wanda softly pulled your face to hers and whispered on your lips.

"I've been meaning to do this for a long time." Your heart soared at the confession and let her devour you with her intoxicating mouth. Natasha undresses and slowly wraps her hand around your painfully erect member. Wanda detaches her lips from yours but quickly latches onto your neck as you gasped. Everything feels too much, but at the same time, you need more.

"P-please... I need you. Both of you." Tears escaped your eyes and Natasha wiped them gently with her other hand while the other pumps you in a delicious pace.

"Anything you want, milaya." Wanda's hand gently pushed you until your back hit the mattress. She didn't waste anymore time on latching and sucking your breast and you tangled your hand through her soft locks.

"O-ohh... " Natasha took your length into her mouth and she starts bobbing her head up and down. You nearly cum at the sight of your cock disappearing into her mouth. She struggles and gags for a bit due to its size. Something switched inside of you and you forcibly detached yourself from both of them and got up. They looked at you confused, but you simply pulled Natasha to her back before climbing on top of her.

You pry her legs open and she just lets you, picking up on what you're about to do. Wanda bit her lip in anticipation as she watched you align your cock for Natasha's entrance.

"Wanda, baby. Go and sit on Natasha's face facing me." She eagerly followed your instruction and adjusted herself on top of Natasha's face. The redhead moaned loudly at the sight of Wanda's dripping cunt and wrapped her arms around the girl's torso. She tugged Wanda down to her awaiting tongue and lapped her vigorously. Wanda moans and proceeds to play Natasha's erect nipples.

Natasha's mouth gaped open when you bottomed her out with one swift motion. You don't want anymore teasing as the coil in your core becomes unbearable. You let her adjust to the size for a moment before slamming back harder and faster with each thrust. Various moans and grunts echoed all throughout the room.

"Fuck, both of you are perfect. S-so good..." You kissed Wanda and swallowed her moans as you fuck into Natasha at a rough pace.

"I-I'm so close... please. Can I c-cum?" Wanda practically begged, and Natasha suckled her clit very hard. The girl let out a cry as you finally gave her permission to let herself go. She separates herself from the redhead and proceeds to lie down next to her to catch her breath as she finishes. You lifted Natasha slightly with your arm beneath her torso as you rutted into her at a much deeper angle. She must be close because of the way her walls cinch around your cock. You feel your own impending release and Natasha's legs locked around your hips.

"B-baby, I'm gonna cum. I have to- " You wanted to tell her you wanted to pull out but she only held you closer. Damn her strong thighs.

"C-cum with me, milaya." You both cried out each other's names as both of you came at the same time. She only released you when you finally spurted your remaining seed into her. You planted a kiss on her neck as she closed her eyes, and then you moved slightly towards Wanda, who's still in a daze. You feel your cock harden again as another desire burns brightly within you.

"Baby, on your stomach please." You flipped her over and placed a pillow under her stomach. Her knees were spread lightly as you toyed with her drenched pussy. You teased her entrance with your cock and she let out small whimpers that you have come to love and crave. You slowly enter her when she gave you permission that it's okay and you're rewarded with a contented moan.

"Oh fuck... Such a pretty g-girl." Your pace is much slower, but you maintained the same intensity as before. Your hands grip her hips tightly, making sure to leave a mark behind. When she finally recovered from the intense orgasm you just gave her, Natasha snaked her hand through Wanda's hair and pulled it back a bit harder to face her. Wanda audibly moans loudly at this, making you smirk to learn this side of her. Natasha connected her lips with Wanda's and they both devoured each other. That turned you on more than before.

You hugged Wanda from behind, your nipples brushing against her back as you desperately thrust into her with vigor. Your hands clasped around her mounds while Natasha's fingers found Wanda's clit and played with it. Wanda cries out that she's close, and she visibly tenses as her walls tighten around you. You whispered praises into her ear and, with one final hard thrust, you released your own load inside of her. Her mouth shapes into an 'o' as she cums around your cock. She slumps as she finishes, and you just stilled there for a few seconds before pulling out and laying between them.

They positioned themselves on your side and you pulled them under your arms. You kissed both the tops of their heads, humming contently as they relaxed in your hold.

"Feeling better, milaya?" Natasha sweetly asks. You still can't wrap this situation in your head as you dazedly look towards the ceiling.

"Better? I feel great, Natty. This isn't just a fever dream, right?" Wanda lightly giggles and places a chaste kiss on your cheek before looking directly into your eyes.

"This is very much real, detka. To be honest, I've wanted this for a long time. Both of you." She admitted shyly, and your eyes widened slightly at her admission.

"Really? I didn't know that... "

"Wait, aren't you two already a thing?" Natasha lifted her head up to look at both of you confusedly. You both giggled and Natasha just lightly pinches you both for making fun of her.

"No. We're only best friends... " You drag out your sentence, seemingly unsure of what to make of it now that you're aware of the predicament you're in. Wanda pried away her eyes from yours, but she stiffened as you went on.

"Is it wrong that I want to take you both out on a date? I'd like to try whatever this is." They both beamed at what you said, and they hugged you even tighter.

"I'd love to. More than anything." Natasha kisses your cheek while Wanda kisses the other. "Me, too." You just smiled brightly at them and kissed each others forehead.

"I have one last question." You and Wanda looked at Natasha expectantly. "Is this thing permanent? Not that I'm complaining, I very much enjoyed it actually." You tried to hide your face on Wanda's shoulder while she just laughed. Their giggles are music to your ears, even though they're tinted because of shame.

"No, but we don't know how long it'll last. Don't worry, I'll have the spell thoroughly examined and memorized for future references. " Wanda wiggled her brows at the both of you, and you can't help but get excited again. You groaned as it gradually stiffened and the coil in your stomach came back again.

"Aw, well you look at that. This looks like a problem, don't you think, Wanda, honey?" Wanda bit her lip and nodded excitedly. "Then I think it's best we should take care of it." These girls are gonna be the death of you one day, if not today.

"With pleasure." Wanda moves to hover above you while Natasha grabs your cock as she aligns it to the girl's entrance.

Let's just say, the three of you ended up sleeping in the whole next day.

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 1 year

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Mafia life

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader.

Warning:INCEST, Gore, Murder, Attempt Murder, death of a parent, smut, Breeding kink, Daddy kink, Bipolar Elvis, Voyeurism kink, Gun kink, Creampie, Dirty talk, Rough sex, Stockholm syndrome, Degrading kink, Planned and Unplanned Pregnancy, Breeding, Reader didn't know what a period is, Cockwarm, Choking and Squirting, Hair pulling, angry sex, Men jerking off, Cum shots, Virginity loss, Period sex, Dark humor. (Elvis is 40, and the reader's 18)

Summary: You were obsessed with singer Elvis Presley but your mother forbid it for some reason and after your mom died you finally got to see your birth certificate so you were shocked when you saw his name underneath the word father and you find out lots of stuff that you never knew and realize your mother made you live in a lie.

A/n: if you don't like to read this sort of thing, please move on or block. Do Not hate.

Elvis could recall the time he first met your mother; Sofia Longo. He was but starting the way of mafia life and he was making a deal with her father. He was smitten with her the moment see her, he remembers trying to talk to her and always ending up stuttering like a fool, a pretty giggle always leaving her pretty full lips. He remembers their first kiss, she was renting to him about her father and how he treat her like a delicate doll. It was a beautiful starry night in Memphis and they were on the balcony of her mansion from her room.

"Ì wás bórn intó this kìnd of wórld, hè shóuld knów ì'm nót á dóll" she walked back and forth, talking with her hands. Elvis smiled watching her, he was sure he had puppy dog eyes at her, she was beautiful and that accent surely didn't help "yóu lístening to mé?" she had stopped and glared at him with playful hate "I-I-I-i'm sorry darlin', just-well..you're just beautiful I couldn't. Oh, can I kiss ya?" He asked, nerves biting him like angry snakes "í thought you'd névér ask" Elvis's hand wrapped around Sofia's neck and pulled her into a deep kiss.

That was also the first night they made love. After that he got her father to agree to let Elvis date her which wasn't that hard, her father liked him like a son. A few years later he asked her to marry him, she was so happy that she basically tackled him into a hug as she said "YÉS".

He and she became the king and queen of the Memphis Mafia, and life was wonderful, not only did he have a beautiful wife and was a kingpin to a strong mafia, his singing career was taking off but it all seemed pointless when Sofia left without a trace, not even her father didn't know where she was. That was when he was 22 then, he's been searching for her ever since.

After 18 years, 18 years he finally found her but not in way he'd like..

The first thing that he saw as he busted open the door to her apartment, was her laying in her blood and still gushing from the stab wounds littering her body, the butcher knife standing strong within her throat, and..a girl kneeling beside her corpse, blood on her hands as she stares at the body of his love, her hair covering her face.

Elvis saw red and he rushed to the girl, her back hits the floor as Elvis pinned to it, his hands wrapped around her neck and squeezing. The girl claws at his arms, panic in her pretty eyes..Elvis had seen those eyes before and that nose and hair color..Elvis widened at the realization, he quickly let her go, and as she takes a deep breath in, he takes his pistol and knocks her out with it. He gets off and picks her up bridal Style, "Men," the men surrounding him perk up "I want to know this girl's relation with your queen. Check everything, no spot unchecked, and be quick. Understand?" Elvis looked around the room "Yes sir!" they immediately start looking.

Elvis nodded, satisfied. He walked to the door and looked at jerry, a silent message shared between them before he head to the car waiting for him, Jerry following not far behind. He placed the girl into the seat beside him as he sits, he gestured for the driver to leave.

"ugh," you groan, your head pounding. You went to rub your head but something stopped you from doing so, your eyes snapped open as you tried to move. You were bound to a bed and ropes tied you into a starfish position. You looked around the room, the walls black with gold. It was a big room, larger than your living room and at the foot of the bed, a few feet away, was a couch and a fireplace. Finally looking closer at the couch you saw a man with jet-black hair with his back to you, smoking.

You gasped, everything came rushing to you. Your mother's brutality murdered body. Elvis Presley! Him choking you and he knocked you out with a gun.

"I see ya up now," Elvis said calmly as he walked towards the bed with cold eyes "Who are you to Sofia?" He glared at you, a shiver makes it up your spine, and your breath got caught in your throat "EP! We have something you might want to see...privately" Jerry tailed off, holding the door open. Elvis looked back at him, hummed, and walked out the door with Jerry.

"What is it?" Elvis questioned but Jerry didn't answer instead he hands out a folded paper and Elvis takes the paper with a raised brow and unfolds it, what was in it made time stop for him.

It was a birth certificate.

'Y/n Longo.

Mother: Sofia Presley.

Father: Elvis Presley.'

"Goddamn." Elvis whispered "Here," He cleared his throat, handing the certificate to Jerry "Take this to my office, and lock the door" "What about her?" Jerry nodded his head to Elvis's bedroom door "I'll deal with it." that was the last thing Elvis said before he walked back into the room.

You watch Elvis walk back in and headed straight to you, He takes out a pocket knife. He was gonna kill you. you closed your eyes 'at least it's by the hottest man alive' you waited for the painful pierce but all you heard was a rope being cut, your head turned to the sound and you open your eyes. Elvis was sawing through the thick light brown rope holding your right hand. "I'm sorry I attacked ya..I just thought you killed her. She was a dear friend of mine. If ya wonderin' who I was to her." He finished cutting it and moved to another "The person who killed your mother will most like come after you, So you will live here with me." Snap "I know yar mother would want me to protect you." Snap "You will be sleeping here. With me understand?" He looked at you as he cut the rope that held your left foot "Y-Yes." you said in shock. "Good, ya see that closet over there" He looked at the doorframe beside The tv and fireplace, and you follow his gaze. "You can borrow some of my PJs until we get ya some clothes." Elvis gave you one last glance and then made his way to his luxury bathroom.

Elvis closed the door and lays his hands against the counter as he stares at himself in the mirror. 'Sofia is she the reason ya left me? S-she's all I have of you now. I won't ever let her go'. Elvis's train of thought ended when a knock reaches his ears, he quickly washes and dries his face, he opens the door. "Excuse me, Mr. Presl-" "Elvis" "R-right I um need to wash my hands" You held up your blood-covered hands to empathize your point.

Elvis just takes your wrist, he pulls you into the bathroom without a response. He turns the water on and puts your hands underwater, rubbing away the dried crimson liquid. Seeing the blood of your mother rush down the drain finally clicks in your brain and tears slowly fall as you can hear your past voice in your mind.

'MOM!!' 'PLEASE!!!' 'Y-YOU'RE NOT DEAD. YOU CAN'T BE!!'

"Ya take a shower, it will help and 'm gonna lay out some clothes ok?" Elvis stated after he dried your hands, you nodded refusing to look at him. You didn't start taking off your clothes into you heard him leave and shut the door.

You walked out of the bathroom with a towel around you and there on the edge of Elvis's bed were purple color pajamas, He was already fast asleep, his lips slightly open and he lets out a silent snore. 'He looks so peaceful...' you thought while you picked up the PJs and changed into them, you slowly crawled into bed, and despite everything that happened you fall asleep, his warmth surrounding you.

....

you sat in bed, reading a book, still in your babydoll nightgown when Elvis strolls into your shared bedroom, enraged, he didn't spare a glance at you when you call his name. He plops down on the couch, pours himself some whiskey that sat on the beautiful glass table and he downed it within seconds.

"Elvis?" you tried again this time laying the book down on your bedside table and shifted to sit on the edge of your side of the large white-sheeted mattress. Elvis started to mumble and poured another shot "Elv-" "Will ya shut up?!" Elvis glared cutting you off, you glared back at him "How dare you-" you gasped as Elvis takes out his gun and slammed it again the glass table, shattering it before pointing the pistol at you, breathing heavily. You put up your hands as you stare at the barrel.

"Here's what ya gon' do. You gon' take off that skimpy little thing you call a nightgown and walk yar ass to bed" He growled, his blue eyes now black as he watches you take your babydoll with the panties off in a haste and walked to the bed backward slowly with Elvis following. You walked to the bed, eyes still on the gun aimed between your eyes, a bit of the large rug tripped you onto the bed, and you gasped fearfully as you scoot up, the gun now pointed at your head. Elvis's eyes traveled from your face to your fully-grown body, your bare pussy glistening between your parted legs. He clicked his tongue at the sight " I didn't know I had a slut in my bed" Elvis climbed into the bed and spread your legs wider as he lay within them. He trances the gun through your soaked folds, around your clit.

You inhale sharply, scared and aroused from the danger the firearm brought, you squirm "Stop movin'." He demanded, sucking and flicking your clit with vigor, throwing the pistol away, he shoved a thick long finger inside while sucking and pulling at your lips like a wild man, groaning at the taste of you, sending vibrations throughout your quaking pussy. You let out a stuttering moan and threw your head against the black silk pillow. He sat back and flung his suit jack off then his pants, underwear, and shoes. His hooded eyes locked with yours, and he licked his lips as he unbutton his dress shirt.

You swallow your nerves, confidently grabbed his heavy, thick cock, and give it a few pumps, twisting your wrist as you do so. "Goddamn." Elvis hissed, face twisting in pleasure. He hasty took your hand off of him and kissed you hard, nibbling, biting your lips as he slammed himself inside your tight pussy, F-fuck' Elvis pants, his hips colliding against your own, your velvety walls pulsing around his dick. You whimpered in pain into his mouth, bucking your hips.

"So fuckin' tight," he growled pinning your wandering hands above your head with one hand, choking you with the other "Ya gonna take want your daddy gives ya." he kisses your shoulder, his hash-hammering jolted your body up like a ragdoll "You're a damn vixen, wormin' ya self in my mind." Elvis hissed, squeezing your throat, "Never goin' leave me, that's why I'm goin' to get you nice and big with my baby" he groaned, rolling his hips in circles as he lets go of your hands and instead use your knees as leverage to drive his dick deeper.

You moaned and wailed while Elvis used you as his personal little sex toy, his cock drilling into you like a beast untamed, grants and huffs left his pouty lips, his hair on his cheat sticks to his skin from the sweat moving down his tan body and his blue eyes blown out of proportion, barely able to focus on one thing from the pleasure that you grieving him. "FUCK!" you wailed louder as his thrusting sped up so much you could see stars, you gripped and tear at the white sheets. it was getting too much! "So goddamn beautiful. I'll keep ya nice and pregnant, gonna fill ya over and over." Elvis moaned turned on by his own words, his fingers found your clit, rubbing it without mercy. The coil inside snaps and you squirted, covering Elvis's abdomen and thighs.

Elvis thrusted one last time into your beat-up cunt, spelling and filling your womb with his hot thick cum with eyes rolling back, and a deep groan, he collapsed on you breathing heavily. Closing your eyes in exhaustion, and without meaning to you slipped into unconsciousness, Elvis's cock nestled deep within you.

You stirred awake, eyes fluttering as all different sensations washed over you. You felt full? It was something you never felt before, and the feeling of an arm laying across your waist, your back against something firm and hairy. "wha-" your eyes snapped open as you quickly look behind you there laid your host for a week now, The man you're the biggest fan for, Elvis Presley snoring soundly. 'Oh my god! I got fucked by THE Elvis Presley and...and I'm so stick, ew' you cringed as you slowly move away from him. You let out a pained whimper as his dick slides out of your poor core. Getting out of bed, you quietly limp to the bathroom to take a shower.

you turned on the light without a single glance at the mirror and towards the wide-headed shower, you winced when you bend down to turn the temperatures just right. Finally, you stepped under the much relaxing water, you looked down for a second, and screamed.

Elvis jerked awake from a high-pitched scream coming out of his bathroom, he throw the covers off, and his heart dropped, the once-white sheet was crimson red, he quickly jumped out of bed, grabbed his pistol from the ground, and busted into the bathroom "Darlin'?" Elvis called, walking to the shower with the gun aimed point blank, when you didn't answer, he yanked the shower curtain to see you sitting on the tiles, staring at your bloodied hands in terror "Darlin'?" Elvis repeated setting the weapon on the counter, "I am dying too..?" you trailed off finally looking up at him while he knees down beside you. "No, That's yar period," Elvis responded calmly, putting your hands under the water "Period?" you tilted your head, Elvis hummed, step into the shower, and pulled you up and in front of him.

"A period is when—"

.......

You rubbed your cramping stomach while you lay in the now-changed black-sheeted bed, luckily Elvis had some of your mother's old pads. You couldn't believe you had to go through this every month and you felt so..thirsty but not for water, you wanted Elvis, wanted to feel him inside like before, wanted to feel his cum in you, you mean you couldn't get pregnant right?

Getting out of bed, with a made-up mind, you didn't care if he was in a meeting, you needed him. So you left the room, not bothering to put a rope over your underwear-clad form. humming a tune you finally found his office, a big wooden oak door stood between you and Elvis, and you stop mid-way from opening the door, you knew he would be mad because he didn't want you to know more about his other world but you needed him so bad, you didn't care. "I want to find who killed Sofia, I don't care what it tak-" Elvis stopped mid-sentence, mouth gaping a little as you walked in, wearing nothing but a bra and underwear, Elvis closed his mouth when he noticed his men turned to you, eyes filled with want, lust for you, his daughter, his woman. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed as he watched them check out your ass when you walked by them to him, the only one who wasn't looking at you was his right-hand man; Jerry.

"What in God's name are ya doin', comin' in here looking like a goddamn whore." Elvis hissed, you just smiled and walked behind his large work desk, sitting on it with your legs crossed, leaning forward"I need you, daddy, my pussy needs you. Please fuck me, I don't care if they watch im yours only" you leaned back and uncrossed your legs, putting your feet on the arms rests on either side of Elvis. A staring contest happens between you and Elvis, challenging him to say no. Elvis pushed your feet from his chair and stood up, one hand shooting out to grasp your neck, he pushes his hard erection against your crotch "Fine, Since ya want to be a slut, I'll use you like one" he growled, swapping away the items on his desk, and laid you down. He pulled down his pants, having gone without underwear he pushes inside, using your blood as lube, his men and Jerry watch on with bated breath as their kingpin takes a girl in front of them, some of the men couldn't help but touch themselves through their strained pants.

Elvis let out a deep, long moan, you were still so tight like he hadn't pounded you just last night. The feeling of your warm pussy, soft walls, and blood got, he couldn't lie the sight of the glistening blood covering his cock each time he thrusted, made him crazy with lust. "F-fuck! yes, daddy!" you panted out as his precise thrusts hit that special spot inside, the force of his pounding rocked the heavy desk like it was nothing and his hands held your hips, pushing them down with each rough thrust he gave.

Multiple groans and moans reached your ears, looking up, the view that graced your orbs, making another rush of arousal flow out of your pussy. Everyone besides Jerry of Elvis's Memphis Mafia was jerking off. Elvis smirked, a mischievous glint in his otherwise ocean eyes "Jerry. Come here" said the man's shoulders tensed up at his boss's voice "Isn't she a beauty?" Elvis asked Jerry when he stood in front of him, Jerry looked at you for barely a second, his dick hardening, you jolted each time Elvis slammed into you, and oh, your beautiful sounds were like music, how Jerry wanted you but no, he wouldn't ever betray Elvis, his best friend, and boss.

"She's gorgeous EP." Jerry agreed, looking anywhere but y'all. Elvis's smirk grew wider "Think she'd look good in white?" "What?" "Think she'd be pretty in your white?" "b-boss?!" you cried out as Elvis sped up his brutal pounding "Take off yar pants and paint her white." with a hard gulp Jerry did what he was told, and pulled his pants down as well as his boxers, he let out a small whimper the moment he touched his already sensitive, hard as a rock dick. Jerry slowly started to jerk off to Elvis's thrusts. Suddenly Elvis ripped his thick cock from your pussy, and manhandled you to bend over the desk, his cock slammed back into you. "Oh!" you scream, eyes closed shut from the pleasure. Elvis's hand wrapped around your jaw, and his chest lay upon your back, his hips smacking your ass "Look at him, Princess" his southern drawl whispers as he kissed the back of your ear, you open your eyes, you let out a choked moan from seeing Jerry pumping his dick to Elvis's thrusts.

"You like that baby?" Elvis's hand moved to your throat "You like seein' the effect ya got on man," a harsh thrust hits your cervix "huh?" Elvis questioned again, squeezing your throat, all you could do was nod as another harsh thrust meets your cervix. Your eyes rolled back with the feeling of reaching your climax and juices rained down on your lover's cock, onto the floor, your pussy clamped around Elvis, triggering his release, his cum painted your womb with a snowy white while jerry's showered onto your face and hitting your cheeks, the corner of your lips and even your breasts. With a pleased sigh, you slouched across the dark wooden desk.

....

You smiled as you rubbed your swollen belly with your left hand, while 8 months pregnant. It wasn't planned but you were happy regardless and the widows in the hall you walked down shined bright upon your diamond ring. You stopped when you notice Elvis's office door cracked open, you pulled the wooden oak and went inside despite knowing to not enter, Elvis seems to hate the thought of you in there, even after you had sex.

You strolled behind the beautiful desk, your head titled as you look at the open drawer, and sat down on the fit-for-a-king office chair to get a closer peek, a huge amount of folds filled it, what piqued your interest though was a folder with your name on it and the date you met Elvis. Like the cat that was killed by curiosity, you picked up the folder and looked inside, baby pictures, high school grades, vacations, and holidays pictures, and your birth certificate sat inside. You quickly pulled out your certificate and tossed the rest on the desk. Your eyes wided

'Y/n Longo.

Mother: Sofia Presley.

Father: Elvis Presley.'

"Ya gon' leave me too?" his beautiful southern called out, your head snapped up, Elvis leaned against the open doorway, his normal ocean blues were now an icky blue, and a blank look rested on his face. You got up without saying a word and sauntered to him, a brief look of panic, and fear showed in his orbs before returning to a cold stare. Once you reached him, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a passionate kiss, stunning Elvis, stunning him so much he didn't kiss back, you slowly pulled back and grinned at his shocked look. "No, never. If anything this makes our love stronger" you said, Elvis's glaze was filled with love for you before he kissed you and pulled you into his arms.

"I love you."

Taglist; @ash-omalley @flwersgarden @godlypresley @plasticfantasticl0ver @galaxygirl453.

A/N: Sorry that it took so long my doves, that waited eagerly for Mafia life I hope it was up to your hopes. I decided to add a bonus scene, my babes ( @galaxygirl453 ) and I were talking about it, and this joke came up. She wrote this part and the mood board coming up.

*The Presley family and Jerry at Tia's school for family at school day*

*Tia presenting in front of the class while the Presley family and Jerry are sitting next to each other Vernon on Elvis's right side and Jerry on Elvis's left side with you sitting on Elvis's left leg*

Tia: My name is Tia Jesse Presley an I'm 5 years old,today 'm gonna introduce ya to my family!

*Tia runs to you and Elvis along with the rest*

Tia: *points to you* This is my mama and sister!

*you smile at her sitting on Elvis's lap*

Tia: *points to Elvis* This is my daddy and Grandpa!

*Elvis tries not to laugh at the other family's faces and scoots you closer to him*

Tia: *points to Vernon* This is my great grandpa and grandpa!

Vernon: *mouths* you're doing a good job hun!

Tia: *points to Jerry* And lastly this is my uncle and great uncle he's my daddy's right hand man and he does everything with ma daddy!...Well somethings depends what it is but anyway this is my family!

#elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis smut #yandere!elvis x reader #Yandere Elvis #tw:incest

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Falling For the Devil [Part twelve: "The Week You Tried to Avoid Matt"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're on your period for the first time in your relationship with Matt and you're uncomfortable being around him and don't want him to know.

You drastically overthink Matt's heightened senses and try to repeatedly avoid seeing him for the entirety of your period week.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 3.8k

a/n: Another fluffy and comedic installment here, might be the last one I manage to get transferred over from AO3 tonight. You can find all of the installments for this series that are currently on tumblr here!

Monday

You held the paper up in your hands, your eyes glued to the headline reading "Entrepreneur Figueroa Arrested for Trafficking Women Through Hell's Kitchen." Your name was in the byline next to an image of a disgruntled Figureroa being seated into the back of a police car, his hands in cuffs behind his back. A small smile slid across your mouth.

A hand on your shoulder caused you to jump in surprise, your head turning to spot Katy beside you. She was grinning and eyeing today's issue of The Bulletin in your hands.

"Good job," she said. "You outed that asshole."

You were really wishing you could have thanked Matt as Daredevil for uncovering the incriminating evidence in the article. He was the one who had truly made this possible. But he refused to let you even so much as hint at his assistance in the article.

"You should go celebrate with your man tonight, if you know what I mean," Katy suggested, waggling her eyebrows at you.

You rolled your eyes, setting the newspaper onto your desk. "You are way too invested in me sleeping with my boyfriend than is healthy," you pointed out.

"Well I can't sleep with him," she said, scooping a spoonful of yogurt into her mouth. "Someone needs to make sure he's being properly maintained."

" Katy ," you hissed, eyes darting around the office.

"What?" she asked innocently.

"We're at work," you whispered harshly. "You can't be saying stuff like that."

"No one cares," she said with a shrug, pointing her spoon at Sabrina a few cubicles over. "She slept with some guy at a bar the other night. Told me the details about it over coffee this morning. And Michael," she continued, pointing her spoon at him as he worked on his computer, oblivious to Katy calling him out, "had a pretty eventful last Thursday night. Did you know that he–"

"Oh my God, please stop," you cut her off, holding up a hand and blushing. "We are not having sex tonight, I got my damn period yesterday morning."

And like hell if you were going to be anywhere near Matt this week while you were bleeding. With his heightened senses? No . He didn't need to be aware of…all of that.

Though the thought of having to avoid him for a week every single month sounded awful and exhausting.

"You know," Katy said, pointing her yogurt spoon at you, "if you fuck in the shower there's not much mess."

" Katy !" you hissed again.

"What?" she asked with a shrug. "Just giving you some friendly, womanly advice. Period sex is pretty great."

You threw a hand over your face, shaking your head as your cheeks burned. At least you had seen Matt Saturday night, just before you'd gotten cursed this week. And Matt had told you he was working late on a case tonight because he had court this week, so you didn't need to try too hard to avoid him today like you had yesterday.

Small mercies.

Tuesday

Setting your hair brush back onto your dresser, you frowned at yourself in the mirror. One hand reached down and tugged at the too-tight waistband of your dress pants. Period bloat fucking sucked.

With a sigh you turned towards your bed, slipping on the blazer over your blouse, hoping it helped cover some of the water retention of your stomach. You frowned, glancing down at your abdomen that was twisting with uncomfortable cramps. If only you could stay home from work and curl up on your couch with a heating pad. Why weren't you allotted period days along with sick days?

The sound of your phone ringing on the dresser caught your attention. Heading towards it, you saw Matt's name across the screen. You groaned softly. Normally you loved seeing his name displayed across the screen of your phone whenever he called or texted, but right now you were overly aware of the tampon and thin pad you were wearing.

"Hey, Matt," you answered the call hesitantly.

"Hey, sweetheart," Matt's cheerful voice came through the line. "I was actually up early this morning and was about to head out and pick up coffee before stopping past the office and heading to the courthouse. I was wondering if you'd like to meet up for a few minutes to grab coffee with me?" he asked, sounding hopeful. "I've missed you since Saturday."

His sweet admission had your heart sinking to your bedroom floor. Why were you cursed with a menstrual cycle and a handsome boyfriend who's sense of smell exceeded that of a German shepherd's?

"I uh, I actually woke up late," you lied, cringing but grateful he couldn't hear your heartbeat over the phone to tell you'd lied. It's not like he'd believe you had a dentist appointment after your first date. "I'm probably going to be sprinting to the office at this rate."

"Oh," he answered softly. "Okay, well, I'll probably be having another late night at the office for this case, but I still want to celebrate with you. For your article on Figueroa. Foggy and I pulled some strings with the DA to fast track his case."

"That's great!" you said. "I can't wait for that asshole to go to prison."

"Me too, sweetheart," he said with a chuckle. "But I'll let you finish getting ready, I don't want to hold you up further. But I do want to celebrate with you this week," he reminded you.

"Yeah, okay," you answered nervously. "Good luck in court today. Send my luck to Foggy and Karen, too."

"Thanks," he said. "I'll call you later tonight, okay? We can at least chat a bit."

"Sounds good, Matty," you replied.

You both hung up and you groaned loudly. Eyes dropping down to your abdomen, you frowned again.

"So I'm real grateful you didn’t try to make a baby after the mind-blowing sex the other week," you muttered to your uterus, "but like, fuck you for real."

Wednesday

Staring at your computer monitor, your eyes zeroed in on the half-finished sentence, drumming your fingers on your desk. You'd been struggling through figuring out how to word the article you were working on for the next issue of The Bulletin for the past hour. You needed a break.

Eyes darting down to the corner of your monitor, you noticed it was about time for your lunch break. Maybe that would help.

You sat back in your chair, sliding it back a bit from your desk and running your hands through your hair in frustration. Katy leaned back in the cubicle beside you. One of her hands rose to her head, making it into a gun and pretending to shoot herself in the head with it. You giggled, nodding in solidarity. She was apparently struggling on her piece, too.

Your phone began ringing on your desk, the noise catching your attention. Sliding your chair back into your little cubicle you were surprised to see Matt's name on the screen. He had court today, why was he calling?

"What's up, Matt?" you asked curiously when you answered.

"Hey, so apparently we are breaking a bit early for a two hour lunch today," Matt said. "You want to join Foggy, Karen, and I for lunch at that diner near your office?"

You absolutely fucking did. That greasy grilled cheese and fries sounded really damn good right about now.

But you were still on your period. Which in turn meant you were still trying to avoid Matt–and it was feeling shittier and shittier each time you did.

Closing your eyes and rubbing a hand over your forehead, you internally screamed.

"Actually I'm pushing to get this article done before the deadline this evening. Struggling with writer's block," you told him, not entirely lying. Though lunch with all of them would have been a helpful and welcome distraction.

"Okay, well would you like me to grab you something and bring it by?" he asked slowly. "I know how much you love their grilled cheese."

Damn this perfect, thoughtful man for being so perfect and thoughtful.

“I already ordered something,” you blurted quickly, wincing as the lie left you. “A few minutes ago,” you added with a cringe. “Otherwise I’d have loved to take you up on the offer, Matty.”

He cleared his throat on the line and you frowned. Maybe you should just tell him why you were avoiding him this week? Though the thought of actually saying the words, “Hey, Matt, I’m on my period and bleeding from my lady parts this week, don’t want your bloodhound nose getting a whiff of my bloody tampon so I’ll see you next week” had you wanting to crawl under your desk and die.

“Alright…” he said, voice trailing off. “I guess I’ll…maybe see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, definitely,” you said in a rush. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

“Okay, I guess I’ll…talk to you tomorrow then, sweetheart,” he replied, his tone sounding a little unsure. “Good luck finishing your article.”

“Thanks, Matt,” you said. “Good luck finishing up that court case.”

After you both hung up, you screamed into your hands and then opened up your Door Dash app, ordering the grilled cheese you’d rather have sat down and eaten with your friends.

Thursday

Sitting on your couch, legs crossed on the cushions, you shoveled the fettuccine noodles into your mouth. As a contestant on the episode of Nailed It that you were currently binging on Netflix revealed their cupcake, you lost it on the couch, snorting into your hand and trying not to choke on your mouthful of pasta. The warm bowl resting against your abdomen currently felt like heaven for the cramps that had continued throughout this torturous and terrible week.

You were hoping that by Saturday night your period would have tapered out enough that you could maybe risk seeing Matt. In a public setting. Maybe in an Indian restaurant where the strong and wonderful scent of curry might help mask the scent of period blood.

So far today you’d yet to hear from Matt other than a few texts telling you their court case was finishing up soon, which had been about a little over an hour ago. You’d carried on making dinner despite the awkward feeling in your gut telling you that you were drastically messing things up.

As you scooped more noodles into your mouth, your phone began ringing on the coffee table. Your eyes immediately darted down to it and then they widened when you saw it was Karen calling you. Curiously, you reached over and grabbed your phone, quickly chewing the mouthful of noodles and pausing the show before answering.

“Hey Karen,” you greeted her cautiously, eyes narrowed and suspicious.

She said your name excitedly in greeting, your suspicion only increasing.

“So we just got out of the courtroom and we won!” Karen exclaimed.

“That’s great!” you replied. “I know you’ve all been stressing over this case for the past couple of weeks.”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “And we were all going to hit up Josie’s tonight to celebrate. And celebrate you and Daredevil getting Figueroa locked up.”

“Oh,” you answered softly.

“So you are avoiding Matt,” Karen stated flatly at your response. “What the hell is up with that?”

“What?” you countered quickly. “I’m–I’m not avoiding him.”

“Relax,” Karen said. “I’m at the office, Matt was finishing up something at the courthouse. I’m far enough away from his bat ears that he can’t eavesdrop on this call. I told him I’d invite you while he finished up with Foggy, but he seemed to think it was futile to try. You want to tell me why he’d say that?”

“I’m on my period,” you blurted.

There was a long silence over the line after your admission.

“Okay?” Karen asked. “And?”

“And that’s it,” you said. “I’m on my period. And Matt has his super senses so, you know, I’m avoiding him.”

“No,” Karen countered, “you have your anxious brain overthinking a situation that doesn’t need to be overthought. Do you plan to avoid him every month for an entire week?”

“I haven’t thought that far ahead,” you admitted sheepishly.

Karen sighed, the sound long and drawn out. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve had my period around Matt at the office? Or Marci when she’s been around him? Or, hell, I’m sure in the over a year you’ve been friends with him, you’ve had your period before.”

“Sure, true,” you agreed. “But now I’m dating him. Spending time alone with him.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Karen pointed out.

“Maybe,” you answered.

“So I take it you’re not going to come out tonight?” she asked. “Marci is even coming out.”

“Just…tell Matt I said congrats on the win,” you told her. “Tell him I wasn’t feeling great and went to bed early.”

Karen sighed again, the sound making your heart sink. “You know he’s been bummed all week not seeing you, right? He thinks he did something wrong.”

That hurt to hear.

“Tell him I’ll talk to him tomorrow,” you said softly.

After you’d hung up with Karen and resumed the show, you no longer found it as amusing as you had a few minutes ago. A sinking feeling felt like it was settling in your gut now, right next to the obnoxious cramps and uncomfortable bloat, as you lamely pushed the noodles around in your bowl.

Friday

Sprawled out on your couch, your legs thrown over the backrest as your hands held the heating pad to your abdomen, you zoned out to an episode of Gilmore Girls. You’d gotten back from a busy day at The Bulletin tonight and quickly changed out of your dress pants, feeling like your bloated stomach was going to explode if you remained in them any longer. You’d instead replaced them with a pair of unflattering but insanely comfortable sweatpants and an oversized tee-shirt before collapsing onto your couch. You figured you’d worry about dinner in a little bit.

This afternoon you had actually been busy with work, but you’d managed to talk to Matt for a bit during your lunch break. He didn’t push when you’d told him you were too busy to meet up and eat together, but he did seem oddly more cheerful than he had the past couple of days when you’d been blowing him off. And while you’d been happy about that, you were suspicious. But as the day had picked up, you’d been too busy to give it much thought, and by the time you’d gotten back home, you were just glad this week was finally over.

You were so comfortable and focused on the television that you at first didn’t realize someone was knocking on your apartment door. But a moment later someone knocked again and you nearly jumped out of your skin on the couch. Who would be at your door right now?

Hesitantly you paused the show, setting the remote onto the coffee table and reluctantly removing the heating pad from your aching, cramp-ridden body. Rising to your feet, you made your way to the door of your apartment, pausing long enough to glance through the peephole. The moment you saw Matt’s face covered by his dark glasses you jumped back, eyes going wide. There was absolutely no way to avoid him now. A moment later he called your name through the door and you internally cursed. He obviously would know you were standing right there.

Slowly you unlocked the door, sliding it open a bit and hiding halfway behind it, as if somehow that piece of wood would block his senses from your body.

“Hey, Matt,” you said nervously.

Immediately he raised a hand up towards you and you noticed the bag he was holding.

“I brought dinner,” Matt said with a smile. “Tacos from that Taco truck we both like.”

“Matt, I–”

“You’re on your period,” Matt cut you off, your eyes widening in absolute mortification. “Karen told me last night. Said that’s why you’ve been avoiding me and my super senses this week.”

“Oh my fucking God ,” you groaned, forehead slamming to the front door you were still clinging to. “What the hell happened to girl code?” you complained against the wood.

“Well considering I thought I’d done something wrong and ruined things with you,” Matt said, his tone softer than usual which caught your attention, “I’m glad she said something. I honestly thought that you were…thinking this whole thing was a mistake between us.”

“ What ?” you asked, jaw dropping.

He shrugged from his place still just outside of your apartment. “I have a tendency to destroy the good things in my life,” he answered quietly.

Your heart felt like it had fallen onto the floor.

“Shit, no, Matt,” you said, pulling the door open all the way. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I was just…” your voice trailed off, trying to search for a reasonable explanation for the way your brain stupidly worked sometimes.

“Overthinking?” Matt supplied.

“Yeah,” you admitted sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I was really shitty to you this week.”

“I mean it wasn’t great,” he said. “But I get it, knowing how you are and all. Though, sweetheart, you can always talk to me. About anything.”

You shot Matt a pointed look as you asked flatly, “I just spent most of the week avoiding you, do you honestly think I’d straight up tell you I was on my period?”

He cracked a little smile in response. “I suppose not, but for the future–and future periods–you can always talk to me. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable and I certainly don’t want you avoiding me for a week again.”

Your gaze awkwardly dropped down to your feet, chewing the inside of your cheek nervously.

“You’re still uncomfortable aren’t you?” he asked. When you nodded he said your name softly before continuing. “I honestly don’t care. I’ve learned to ignore most bodily functions, they barely register with me unless something actually sounds off. You’ve had your period around me many times before–”

“Not helping,” you cut in.

“–and so have many other women,” he continued, grinning at your interruption. “It doesn’t bother me. At all. What does bother me is my girlfriend feeling like shit and not letting me help make her feel better. So…can I come in now?” He raised his other hand, your eyes darting down to the movement. “I brought you chocolate, too. Mint, because you’re insane and I know you like it so much.”

Throwing the door open wide, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into his dress shirt. Matt chuckled, awkwardly trying to hug you back with his hands full.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, pulling back and grabbing the items from his hands. “Come in, I’ll try to stop being an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot,” he said softly, closing and locking your apartment door behind himself and resting his cane against the wall. “But I hope you stop worrying about that now. Because I don’t want you to hibernate on me next month. Not unless I get to join in on the hibernation.”

You couldn’t fight the smile on your face as you set the bag of food onto your coffee table. “You’re too good to me, Matty,” you mumbled.

“Naw,” he said, shooting you a wink as he took his dark glasses off. “There’s no such thing when it comes to you.”

“You…want a beer?” you asked, blushing lightly as he made his way towards your couch.

“Sure, sweetheart,” he answered.

You headed into the kitchen, grabbing two beers from your fridge and opening them. When you turned and headed back to the living room, you paused, taking in the sight of Matt on your couch, pulling to-go containers out of the bag and setting them along the coffee table. His tie was a little undone and the sleeves on his white dress shirt were rolled up to his forearms as they usually were by the time he’d reached the end of the day. Eventually he stopped what he was doing, his gaze landing near you across the room as his head tilted to the side. A little smile spread on his mouth.

“What’re you doing?” he asked curiously.

Blushing further at being caught staring, you couldn’t fight back the smile curling your own lips upwards. “I like seeing you on my couch,” you admitted softly. “Like you belong here.”

His smile grew a bit more and you watched as he placed the container in his hand onto the coffee table before he moved it beside himself, patting the couch cushion lightly.

“And I think you belong next to me,” he said. “So come over here, sweetheart.”

You bit your lip, still smiling as you crossed the distance and sat down beside Matt. He accepted the beer you handed to him and swiftly held it up.

“To getting Figueroa arrested,” Matt said.

“Cheers to that,” you said, lightly tapping your bottle to Matt’s.

You took a drink before getting comfortable on the couch, reaching out and setting your beer on the coffee table. “Thank you for bringing me dinner, by the way,” you told him.

His shoulder bumped yours lightly. “I told you I was going to celebrate with you this week,” he said. “And after dinner, we can cuddle up on your couch with that heating pad. I can give you a backrub and you can continue watching your girly show where they talk way too fast, but I request that you narrate a bit. Because I enjoy listening to you narrate shows.”

You turned, eyeing Matt beside you as he opened one of the to-go containers. As he picked up a taco, your hand reached out and gently pinched his leg through his dress pants. Matt abruptly paused, the taco hovering in his hands above the coffee table as his gaze briefly dropped down to where you’d pinched him and then slowly shifted towards you. One of his brows raised as he fought back a smile.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Just making sure you actually exist,” you told him. “Because I feel like my mind did an exceptional job making you up.”

Matt instantly cracked up, losing his composure. “Now that was a terrible line, sweetheart,” he teased.

“Not a line,” you corrected him quickly, raising a finger. “A genuine fear. Pretty sure you’re just going to disappear one of these days into thin air. And I’ll just be like ‘yeah, I knew he was too good to be real’.”

He leant over towards you, planting a kiss to your cheek. His mouth was beside your ear a moment later, his voice drawing goosebumps over your arms.

“I’m not planning to disappear on you, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I like you too much.”

Your heart may have slammed a little too hard into your chest at his words.

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do you think tomura would ever let dabi try to dom him? /which of ur shigarakis is most likely to humor dabi like that?

I don't think any dabi would get very far without either his brain shutting off the moment it feels good, or crying and begging for help bc it just doesn't feel as good as when his sir (or daddy.... 👀) does it.

or maybe, he starts crying bc oh no he's supposed to be making his sir feel good and he can't do it right and-- tomura takes pity on him. fucks him into the mattress since he tried sooo hard, tells him it's okay, it's not his fault he was made to be a pretty little cumdump.

So I have talked about this before, and I always said that them switching would go horrendously badly, however certain *ahem* phrasing in this ask activated the brain worms so:

Switching It Up

Ship: Shigadabi

Rating: E

Contents: BDSM, feminization, lingerie, Daddy kink, dehumanization, objectification, orgasm denial/delay, anal sex, anal fingering, oral sex mentioned, marathon sex implied, aftercare, cumplay, creampie, cum swallowing, humiliation kink, praise kink, Dabi Is Bad At Feelings and is Feeling Bad.

Word count: 5253

You can also read on AO3, here!

He had not cared one bit about subbing for Shigaraki when they first got together. Dabi has always been a switch and fairly ambivalent to his partners' gender and sex, taking what he could get when he could get it given his own appearance, and had been more curious than anything else when he caught wind of Shigaraki's interest. He had thought initially that Duster would end up being a virgin and would definitely need a few spins with a partner before he could trust the other man to not blow immediately if he was gonna get fucked by him.

But the first encounter Dabi had decided to start with a blowjob and by the time he was on his knees with Shigaraki petting his hair and losing a constant stream of filth too personalized and specific to be taken from pornos and Dabi had found out he had a cock big enough to go all the way down his throat and pull painfully at his staples, he had been proven abruptly and stunningly wrong. He hadn't even thought to ask about topping one he was being pulled up from the floor and held up against the wall as Shigaraki kept murmuring those filthy things and fingered him open so expertly that he'd nearly gone off before his dick even got touched. Then Duster fucked him so good he had cried because he'd cum so many times and he absolutely passed out. And the next morning, Shigaraki kissed him so gentle and sweet and told him what a good boy he'd been for him and Dabi was fucking lost.

He would have, embarrassingly, probably done anything Shig asked him to after that, but thankfully Tomura was experienced with this stuff and the safety practices around harder play. He made Dabi sit down with him and actually go through the things he wanted to do and what he didn't and set his limits. That had been nice too. And then came the part of the conversation where Shigaraki laid out what he liked and Dabi had nearly overheated. It wasn't a surprise, then, that Shig took his time introducing new play into their scenes, working it up hotter and hotter until Dabi was doing things that he never thought he would be into and that he would never admit to under the most heinous of tortures.

So he really, really had not wanted any of the other members to know what he and Duster were doing behind those closed and double locked doors. He was pretty sure the others were under the impression that the two of them had a strictly professional relationship. It wasn't any of their business so he hadn't bothered to say anything. He didn't want to get into it. They kept their play and their relationship very private.

But after taking the CRC mansion, they'd had somewhere safe to sleep and hide out, and Dabi had a little bit of money stashed away, and god damn it he missed playing rough with Duster. So he'd grabbed himself a new pair of pretty lacy pink panties and waited until all of the others were out of base for a few days. Compress and Toga were off doing some kind of heist for a fence of Compress's to bring in a little extra money and Twice and Spinner were supposed to be going out trying to hook up with some pro-heteromorph extremist group that they had found out about from papers in this base planning a raid against them. They were hoping that they would all be able to get on the same side. Two days of travel minimum since they couldn't use most more public routes, and then however long it actually took to do the job. Dabi thought it was pretty safe when he fingered himself open and dripping, put on his panties and one of Tomura's shirts, and nothing else before going to find his lover.

It just to happened that he found him down in the living room, reading through more of the papers they had salvaged from the other rooms. He hadn't even looked up, immediately starting to say something about work so Dabi had marched right over and sat in his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and simpering,

"Daddy, I need you." And that had gotten all of his lover's attention in exactly the right kind of way.

It hadn't taken long to have him half hanging off of the couch, Tomura's cock buried inside of him, fucking him so hard he was smoking, sobbing, and moaning so, so loudly, because each time he got close, his lover would change the angle or slow down to keep him from going over the edge.

"Daddy," he plead, bloody tears dripping across his cheeks as he clutched desperately onto him.

"Tell me what you want, baby girl. If you ask nicely, maybe you'll earn a reward."

And he knew what that meant by then. Meant he needed to beg, and he needed to be specific and ask for what he wanted clearly, or he wouldn't get it at all. "Please, please, Daddy, please, let me cum. It feels so good with your cock in my pussy. Want you to make me cum. Want your hand on my clit, please. Want your cum in my cunt, Daddy."

"Such a good girl, princess." And he'd moaned so loudly as Tomura had reached to start to stroke him--

"What the fuck?" The words were choked out and entirely out of place and the shock had Dabi's temperature flaring higher and their movements coming to a jerky uncoordinated stop and they both spotted Twice and Spinner, the later blushing furiously beneath his scales, but apparently too shellshocked to move from the doorway.

Twice had burst out laughing, and then his contradictions had cut in, "Not cool, guys! We all sit on that couch!" And that had broken Spinner's stupor.

"Holy fucking shit, oh my god, whose underwear--" Had lost the words in a choked squeak as Dabi saw the pink panties hanging off of the armrest and had felt himself blush furiously as well before he reached over and snatched them as if that would hide the incriminating piece of fabric. "No. Nope. Christ." And he had turned and left the room, still blushing, dragging Twice along with him.

Needless to say neither of them finished. He had really, really hoped that they would all repress that incident and never speak of it again. And then Twice, and about a week after him, Spinner, had started making little teasing jabs out of Shig's earshot.

"Hey, Dabi-- Yo, princess,"

"You gonna run that by 'Daddy'?"

Nothing particularly egregious, but humiliating all the same. He had ignored it, he was absolutely planning on acting like it never happened. Absolutely not going to tell Shig about it and get accused of tattling to his Daddy. But it soured his mood, and that was obvious no matter how he tried to hide it. The other's aren't totally assholes, so when they'd noticed how quiet he'd gotten, how little time he would spend around them again, they'd knocked it off and apologized, but that hadn't made him feel any better.

///

It's been three months since then. He fucked off for two of them, only coming back when they'd first reached out to the doctor, and then once again when the MLA pulled their bullshit in Deika. Then there was a solid month of restructuring the PLF and his lover and friends being treated so that they weren't broken anymore. And he hasn't scened with Tomura since they were walked in on.

He probably should be expecting it when Duster, once he's healed enough to think about those kinds of things again, bullies him onto the couch in the seating area in their room to talk.

"What's going on, baby girl?" And Dabi bristles, his gut souring immediately with his humiliation.

"Don't call me that!" He snarls. "I'm not a girl and I'm tired of playing one for you. If you want a girl, then just dump me and find one. Not like you don't have a whole army throwing themselves at you now."

He regrets the words as soon as they're out of his mouth, as soon as he sees Tomura's expression go soft and hurt with his surprise. He wants to take them back, but his aching pride won't let him. "...I'm sorry, Dabi, I didn't realize that was bothering you." His voice is measured and calm, but in the way it used to get when he was trying to placate Kurogiri or appeal to AFO's better mood, and Dabi feels even worse. "But I don't want a woman, I want you. You're... everything to me, Dabi."

Guilt gnaws through him and makes him feel impossibly small. He can't even meet Shig's eyes when he mumbles. "...I just don't want to play like that anymore." God, he'd never say that his mouth ever gets him out of trouble, but he didn't know it could get him into so much so quickly. He doesn't remember he felt like he was this close to tears when he wasn't being actively edged.

"That's okay, firefly. That's why we negotiate." Duster reaches over and hesitates a second, but then catches his hand between three of his fingers. "What can we do to make this work better for you?"

He should stop this, should just backtrack, should do something to explain to Tomura why he's so upset, but he doesn't have the right words. "I don't know. I don't like being..." He just stumbles into the wrong ones. "The sub all the time."

Tomura's grip changes, tensing a little more. He told Dabi when they first started sleeping together he really hated bottoming and that he very rarely ever subbed and when he did, it was not his favorite activity and he found it hard to get off like that. And Dabi said that was fine because Tomura's cock was a fucking miracle and he was happy to have it inside of him as often as he could without actually destroying his guts. "Okay, firefly. That's fine, we can figure that out too."

He means it too, still holding his hand and starting to talk about the things he's willing to do as a sub so that Dabi will feel better about their scening. And Dabi is in so deep, he can't say a word as he keeps feeling worse and worse.

///

But he still can't speak up. Tomura and he talk about him subbing with Dabi feeling sick the whole time, and go to bed without doing anything besides cuddling up together, and even then, Duster doesn't hold him close to his chest, cradling him and murmuring sweet little praises into his hair. He lets Dabi curl around his body instead. It doesn't feel right and he can't fall asleep for hours, and when he manages it, it's fitful and miserable. He's not even surprised when he wakes, gasping for breath, smoke pouring from his seams and an aborted sob caught in the back of his throat as he shakes the nightmare, the memory, of his father treating him like he was nothing, like he was small, pathetic, useless, the second he couldn't live up to his standards. Duster isn't in bed. But he never stays all night, and Dabi makes the wise choice to go cry in the shower so that there's no blood on the sheets or evidence of how badly he's doing for the other to find. Things are already so strained. Tomura's already worried about him, he doesn't want to make it worse when he's the one who's being an asshole.

He's mostly pulled it together, at least on the outside, by the next day. He's spent years perfecting his persona, putting it on again is like second nature, and he thinks it does a decent job of hiding how badly he is still feeling. But Tomura doesn't bring up anything sexual for the next week except asking if he knows what kind of domming style he prefers. He can't even contemplate that and shrugs, says he can do whatever Tomura likes. He's never dommed anyone before. He wasn't even into BDSM until after he and Duster got together, and he keeps pleading silently for his lover to see that, but he doesn't. He takes his words at face value because Tomura trusts that he knows what he can handle and what he can't.

Dabi cannot handle this.

Tomura kneels at his feet, his head down and his hands laying against his legs. He likes to be dehumanized when he's subbing. Not like how Dabi likes to be objectified. He likes to be a tool for his dom, something less than human, said that Dabi could use him as furniture, use any part of his body for his pleasure, just wanted him to take as much as he wanted out of him. And... not talk to him like he's a person.

"Toy," he tries to keep his voice even. It's been half an hour. He was pretending that he was letting the anticipation build the way his lover does to him so often when they have time for longer play, but he had been desperately trying to figure out what he could have Tomura do. Duster doesn't look up, but he knows he's listening. Normally when Duster wants to get things started, when he wants to move into the more overtly sexual aspect of their play, he teases or praises Dabi, rewards or punishes him to get him to where he wants. But that's isn't what Tomura likes. He doesn't need to be rewarded, doesn't care about praise, he only wants to know that he's being effective by bringing his dom pleasure. And he doesn't want to be talked to like that. He doesn't even want to be kissed-- had a bad experience with a dom who used to kiss him while they were scening. He doesn't want any of the things that make Dabi feel so good as a sub, and that's the only frame of reference he really has. He tried to do his research, found out this seems like a form of service subbing, but that doesn't mean he knows how to navigate it.

He thinks he would rather be putting in a fresh round of staples when he orders. "On your feet. I want to play with my toy." Tomura stands and Dabi follows, gesturing for him to move over towards the bed. "Strip."

His lover does as he's told, removing his clothes layer by layer almost mechanically and Dabi can't feel any arousal in the actions. neither of them are even a bit hard by the time he's finished and Dabi is near begging, rather than commanding, "And now mine." Just trying to get his lover's hands on him like they usually are. But this feels different too. Tomura doesn't strip off his clothes with lingering touches, or hot kisses, or filthy words murmured against his skin. He strips him down methodically, not letting his hands stray, not pressing kisses to his skin as he exposes it, just doing as he's told and not bothering with anything else.

"On the bed." He makes Tomura sit on the edge and climbs fully into his lap. He can be a dom who bottoms, he knows that, and he's just desperate to have something feel good, feel normal. He reaches over to the nightstand for their lube and brings it over, "Open your hand." He does. Dabi gives a generous squirt smearing it along his fingers and then breathing, "Open me."

His lover reaches around him, spreading him open and starting to work his fingers against his hole. Stroking and circling and Dabi wraps his fingers around his lover's cock and starts to stroke, pressing his face into his neck and nibbling and licking there since he can't kiss him. Tomura's neck is sensitive, and the stimulation they're both getting now seems to finally start to get their bodies on board, but none of it feels right. It's like his body is completely disconnected from his mind and he can't make himself enjoy this. He just can't. He whimpers and Tomura seems to think that it's a good sound, usually is when they're in bed together, and strokes a little firmer at that same spot inside of him. But it's not right.

Dabi catches his wrist. "Enough, I'm ready." He shifts higher in Tomura's lap, guiding his cock so that his head is just starting to stretch his rim and rubs against him as he speaks. It's been months since they were able to fuck. This should feel good, he should be desperate for it, but his stomach is in shaky tight knots the whole time he speaks. "I'm going to use your pretty cock as a toy and you," he tries, "aren't going to move unless I tell you to. You're not going to cum unless I give you permission. If you think that you're getting close, I want you to tell me. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

Dabi hides his face against his neck again so he doesn't see how hearing that, the wrongness of that, makes his eyes burn. He ignores it and sinks down. It doesn't feel nearly as good as it normally does when he gets to ride Tomura, this angle and gravity usually doing the work of pushing his lover in so deeply that Dabi is bleeding smoke from how good it feels. But even though it feels good because having his lover's cock inside of him always feels good, it's not the same. He doesn't have Tomura's hands on his hips, squeezing bruises there, telling him how cute he looks so desperate to be just a tight little fuckhole for someone to use, doesn't tell him what a good girl he's being taking his cock so deeply. Isn't kissing him or pulling at his hair or seams to put the perfect ache into his body that makes the pleasure taste so much sweeter. It's just this, and it's not enough, it's not right, and Dabi breaks with a sob,

"Red," Tomura tenses beneath him and then his hands are on his body, stopping him, pulling him off, one catching his cheek to pull him back so that he can see his face as blood drips across his face.

"Shit, what's wrong, baby g--" He stops himself and Dabi sobs a little more roughly.

"Daddy," the word is a broken plea.

"Shh, firefly, I'm right here. What do you need, sweetheart? What can I do to make it better?"

He can't remember the last time he cried like this, hard sobs that nearly choke away his words. He's spilling smoke, shaking like a leaf, and his head is so messy. "I--I wanna be," he nearly hiccups on the words. "Wanna be your baby girl, want you to kiss me, want to be good for you. Daddy, please, I'm sorry--"

"Oh princess, shh, it's okay, you're alright baby girl." Dabi keens as soon as he hears that, trying to press in even closer, desperate for the reassurance, for something to feel good after how heavy his misery has been as it sat inside of him for the past three months.

Tomura wraps an arm around his waist and lifts him easily, shifting their positions so that Dabi has his back against the mattress and can spread his legs to have his lover's weight settling between them, over him. Small beneath him in a way that makes him feel safe in a way he doesn't know if he ever felt before he let himself submit to Tomura. Daddy leans down and kisses him, kisses away the tears going over his cheeks and his hands move to touch him. They stroke gently over his seams, along his thighs.

"Baby girl, you can be Daddy's princess whenever you want to. I'm so proud of how hard you were trying. Would it be easier if I told you how good you were doing while we're playing?"

Still trying to give him what he said he wanted before and Dabi shakes his head with another sob. "Don't wanna be a dom." And Tomura's brows pull together. "Never wanted to be a dom. Just wanna be your sub. Just want you to make me feel good, Daddy."

"We can do that too, sweetheart, you know I love having you be such a mess under me--"

Dabi keens, the words putting a needy pulse of heat in him finally despite the sickness that has been tying up his guts for the past few months. He immediately tries to chase that feeling, rocking up and trying to grind his clit against Daddy so he can see how much he needs more of that. Finally sees a little heat flicker through his worry and Dabi tangles his hands in Tomura's hair and pulls him in for a harder kiss. He doesn't want to talk, doesn't want to think, he just wants Daddy to make him feel good and take everything else away. He whimpers loudly as that earns Tomura's hips settling more firmly between his thighs, his slick cock rubbing against his wet pussy and putting sparks there that there weren't before. He lets out a loud moan when Tomura reaches between them to wrap four fingers around his clit and stroke teasingly up his ladder. It feels so good that he's letting out another sharp sob as he rocks up into the touch.

"Already so messy, princess. So upset, but your pretty clit is still so wet, baby. You just can't help it, can you? Need Daddy's attention however you can get it, even if it means acting like such a desperate little slut." Shows him how much it's true when his clit twitches against his hand, dribbling out a little pre as he tries to fuck up into the lazy strokes of his fist. "Thought you would like being in charge and getting to demand all of it, but I should have known better. Little dolls like you aren't good at being anything but pretty little cumdumps."

There's smoke leaking out of him fresh along with his tears and whimpers. He's hot, he's so hot again. hot for the first time since they were interrupted and he needs it. "Please, Daddy, empty, hurts."

"Of course it does, princess." And one hand shifts, reaching for him and not hesitating to shove two fingers into his cunt, pushing in and immediately crooking to put a sharp pressure on his prostate. He moans loudly, rocking back to get more. "So here's what we're going to do, I'm going to fuck your hungry cunt until you're nice and full, princess. And then we're going to have a talk and you're going to do your best to keep your slutty hole tight and not spill any of Daddy's cum. If you can keep it all inside, then you'll get a reward, and if you can't Daddy is going to fuck your need throat until your tummy is just a full, understand?"

"Yes, Daddy." It's like the demand has put something back into its proper place. His whole body already feels more settled than it did before, his tears slowing to a stop and his head starting to float the way it's supposed to, the way that makes him feel so good when he's being Daddy's plaything. "Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, princess. Now, let's see if you can keep being so sweet for me while I fill up your needy cunt."

His cock replaces his fingers and Dabi doesn't think about anything else for a long time.

///

Tomura fills him up three times, only letting Dabi cum once in turn, before he waits until he's able to focus and then pulls out. He cleans up the cum that was pulled out of him with the movement but then makes Dabi strain to hold the rest inside as they settle on the bed, Dabi cuddling up against him as tightly as he can as Tomura strokes his hair.

"Need to talk to me, baby girl. I don't... understand what happened. What didn't you like?"

And he's still a mess, but he's floating a little too, even as he tries so hard to keep himself full and wet. "Made fun of me."

"Baby, I'm never making fun of you--"

He shakes his head weakly. "The others. After." He doesn't want to say after what, hiding his face against his chest, some of that sourness starting to work back out of him. "Made fun of me for being your little girl. Didn't like it. Made it hurt." The arms around him tighten slightly, and Dabi tries not to cry again as he mumbles. "Worked so hard to be more than what everyone thought I would be. Didn't want them to think," his voice is barely above a whisper, "that you listened to me because I was letting you fuck me."

"Princess, you don't need to worry about that," he reassures him, pressing a kiss to his forehead and trying to wipe away some of his tears. "You've proven yourself to them, to me, over and over. Everyone knows that you are the hardest worker we have here." He hesitates. "And you know that I would have never given you this position if I didn't know you were capable of it? No matter what you want in bed, or how we play, you know that I think you could burn down the world singlehandedly if you put your mind to it, don't you, firefly?"

He's spent so much of his life being told that he couldn't be anything beyond a broken shell that even being told that now doesn't fully settle. It doesn't soothe away all of the hurt that's living inside him, that he's worried will keep living in him for the rest of his life. But it helps a little. "Okay." Sees it in Tomura's face as he resolves to tell him it every day for the rest of their lives until Dabi believes him.

"That's not how my princess shows he understands. You're our best soldier, Dabi, and what you like when we're playing doesn't change that." He waits expectantly.

"... Yes, Daddy." He is not going to examine why that loosens a little bit more of the knot in his gut. "I love you."

"I love you too, baby girl. Now, let me see if you've earned a reward," his hand moving down to his hole and Dabi whimpers, because he got so distracted by his sorrow he forgot to hold tight, and he can already feel Daddy's cum has leaked out over his skin. "Oh, princess,"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. It was so much." But this failure doesn't feel like the mockery or sourness before. Daddy set him an expectation to meet, and when he can't, he's not going to think less of him, not going to ignore him, or hurt him in a way that he doesn't like or can't handle. He's going to punish him a way they'll both enjoy, and he's going to clean him up afterwards and hold him. Won't stop loving him because he wasn't perfect. Won't stop knowing that he can do his job outside of their room just because he misbehaved in it.

"I know, princess, and it's been a while too." He strokes his hair with his other hand, "So Daddy won't put on your ring as long as you don't play with your pretty clit while you're being punished." Which has him starting to blush there already in needy anticipation. He always gets so hot with Daddy's cock in his throat, and that concession means that he's going to let him cum as many times as he can from having his throat fucked alone as long as he behaves.

"Thank you, Daddy."

Tomura wipes away another sticky track of his tears. "You're welcome, baby girl, now come here. Once you're all done with your punishment Daddy wants to give you a bath and spend the rest of the night doting on on his sweet little girl."

///

Tomura was absolutely true to his word, filling up his throat until Dabi had cum two more times and was a boneless puddle full of his cum. And then he'd carried him out of bed and had pampered him. A warm sweet-smelling bath with some bath melts that helped his skin feel soft, stop aching around his seams, and smelled so nice, and then got him dressed up in cozy pajamas, ordered him all of his favorite foods, and had spent the whole rest of the night holding him close and petting him as he murmured praises over and over again until Dabi was floating so high he hadn't even noticed he was hard from the sweet words again. Not until Daddy took him back to bed and swallowed up his clit so that he wouldn't make himself a big mess again before it was time to go to sleep.

He slept the whole night through for the first time in months, and wakes the next morning to a sticky note on their nightstand saying that he can stay in bed all day if he wants. Dabi immediately turns it to ash goes to throw on his clothes a quickly as possible, only ten minutes to spare before the lieutenants' meeting he's supposed to be at. Be starting with a report about how he and Geten's new training regiment for their soldiers is going that he absolutely does not trust the popsicle to not undersell beause he thinks that any training that's not complete isolation and to the point of collapse isn't good enough. He manages to get into the room before everyone has even settled into their seats and feels a sharp moment of triumph. It's met with a slight flicker of embarrassment as he sees Tomura standing off to the side with Twice and Spinner, four fingers on each of their shoulders and a placid smile that reminds Dabi so sharply of AFO that a shudder runs down his spine. He can't tell what he's saying from across the room, but the other two look like they're about to shit themselves with their terror, so he has a very, very good guess.

"Duster, knock it off!" He snaps. "They already apologized."

"I know," He lets go of them very deliberately, pulling each finger away from their skin one-by-one. "Which is why this was a conversation at all." He informs them both very pointedly.

"Got it." Spinner squeaks out.

"Good. Take your seats." They scurry to do so and Shig takes his at the head of the table. "I believe we're starting with the troops?"

Dabi does his fucking level best to give a good showing of everything ounce of progress that they've made on that front. It's enough that even Geten has to admit to the group that things are progressing better than his first month on the mountain training alone had yielded. And by the end of the meeting, he feels a little more of the knot in his gut lesson as their work is acknowledged by the entire assembly without an ounce of input from his lover.

Thanks for asking!

#tanco speaks #ask #asks #shigadabi #my writing #mha fanfiction #fanfiction

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lifmera · 2 months

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OH MY GOD I TYPED UP A WHOLE THING AND ACCIDENTALLY LOST IT OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOD I HATE IT HERE- anyways *ahem* attempt no. 2 of me asking you for a Hazbin Hotel match because I have never done this kinda thing before and I'm curious :)

GENDER AND SEXUALITY: I'm non-binary, they/he/she pronouns. I generally don't have a preference between the three tbh but I do appreciate ppl mixing it up! I'm sex-repulsed asexual and gray-biromantic. Again no real preference lmfao

APPEARANCE: White, dark blonde hair, green eyes, just below 5'3, pretty basic looking all things considered. I've got a pretty angular face I think. I'm afab and don't shave cuz it's too much work. I wear pretty much exclusively graphic tees(band shirts, dumb jokes, fandom stuff... that kinda thing) or button ups with funky patterns paired w/ the comfiest pants I can find, but occasionally I'll pull myself together enough to make a dencent(?) outfit, typically reminiscent of shit scene kids in the early 2000s would wear. I also like dying my hair but usually don't bcuz I procrastinate on it for too long.

PERSONALITY: If I had to describe it in one word? Unhinged. I am unhinged. 7/10 people will agree I am a very frightening person to be around. I say out of pocket shit(ranging from vile sex jokes to just straight up threats of violence) pretty regularly. I also like to sneak up on ppl and make very loud noises just to see their reactions... *ahem* anyways, despite all that, most of my friends would also describe me as caring and loyal! I have low empathy, so the only way I ever understand any of my friends emotions is by using my own experiences to compare and contrast until I have a decent idea of what's going on in their head, but I AM very good at psychoanalyzing people and providing objective, unbiased thoughts & advice on their situations. I would also literally go to war for my friends. Like, if you hurt one of them say your goddamn PRAYERS because I am coming to your location with a knife and murderous intent. I'm kinda awkward & shy at first, but at my core I AM an extrovert. I just don't know how to talk to ppl bcuz I am ✨neurodivergent✨(autism & ADHD) and have a hard time approaching ppl bcuz I don't know if they'll like me or not. Typically I make friends by making very loud jokes and waiting for somebody to approach me because they like my sense of humor. Which speaking of, I am very funny! Most people I interact with regularly would agree I am a very funny person!!! I'm also really good at media analysis and making arguments. I don't do well in debates because I choke under the pressure(gotta work on that tbh), but I'm good at writing argumentative essays. Plus, I'm pretty good at just bold face lying to people so overall I can be pretty damn convincing. I like adrenaline rushes and try to actively seek out new experiences as long as I'm confident they won't cause me any significant damage(socially or physically) in the long run. Which is unfortunately not many because I am INCREDIBLY paranoid. Like to the point of accidentally staying up til 3am cuz I'm convinced someone's gonna break into my house and kill me... I also have depression, severe dissociation issues, and existential dread which is. Fun. That's fun. I also have a tendancy to go down random rabbit holes and obsess over inconsequential details in shows I like to the point of making whole ass conspiracy theories :)

LIKES: Cartoons, drawing, writing, acting, singing, reading fanfic, watching YouTube, long drives, listening to music, jumpscaring ppl, being funny, ziplining, problem solving, video essays, ghost hunting shows, supernatural stuff in general, psychology, media analysis, frogs, sharks, ferrets, cats, violence, chocolate, Drawfee(YT channel), glitter, and just. So many fandoms. Just so many.

DISLIKES: Slimey shit, being touched(most of the time, there are occasional exceptions), being touch starved DESPITE not liking being touched, ppl insulting my interests(only I get to do that), media illiteracy, projects I'm not invested in, ppl putting preasure on me, mosquitoes, existential dread, dissociating, being tired all the time, being wrong, taking risks, feeling vulnerable, and stories with a lot of potential that just. Don't do anything with said potential.

PREFERENCES?: Uh. Someone significantly taller than me(shouldn't be hard Hazbin characters are fucking huge) that'll listen to my insane rants and is able to match my energy.

Akdncksmfnsmdsn I rlly hope I did this right again it's my first time doing anything like this-

HEYYYYYY!!! FINALLY GOT TO YOU 😜

Honestly I was debating on like a few different characters BUT!

I’ve decided to pair you with… LUTE!

Honestly I think she’d also be sex repulsed. She’s definitely more of a romantic lover! Though she doesn’t show it.

I think she talked to you at first because your style choices reminded her of Adam- and obviously, she misses him like crazy

If you did dye your hair often with her, she’d probably want to help you! I think she’d apply the color so it doesn’t get messy :)

She LOVES your personality. She thinks you are similar to her in many ways!

She also would need to experience it herself. She’s pretty stoic and doesn’t show her emotions. She’d probably think it’d make herself look weak.

I think you both would definitely fight back to back 24/7! You both would fight to the DEATH for each other.

She loves how caring you are for other people- it gives her a different sense of pace. Someone new!

I think Lute would see a TINY BIT through your lies. Lute is very observant with EVERYTHING.

She’d love if you made jokes. She need’s something less boring in her life than just standing there.

Adrenaline rushes? Totally join the exorcists- and you can be her right hand!!

She’d try to help you through paranoia, but you shouldnt worry much. She’s STRONG asf!

She’d LOVE TO HEAR CONSPIRACIES!! she would think they are SO COOL.

Although she isn’t much taller- I think she’d around 5’8 personally. She just looks small bc shes always next to Adam who’s HUGE!

She may not be able to match your energy, only because she’ll need to come out of her shell more- she’s always listening. She has ears EVERYWHERE.

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HOPE THIS WAS OKAY ❣️

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wizardfrog69 · 1 year

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'•.¸♡ nsfw alphabet ♡¸.•'

The request

Fyodor

Please if you don't feel comfortable with nsfw/nsft content do not read this

Bsd masterlist

Enjoy!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After sex he is usually exhausted so don't expect any aftercare.

He will hold you to sleep if you ask nicely though, after all who could refuse you?

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he doesn't think which body part of his is his favourite really.

Yours: your hips are hypnotising for him and your face, the faces you make whenever you're close but he won't let you finish is what drives him to do what he does.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's also someone who would prefer to cum inside of you.

If you are opposed to the idea when will cum all over that pretty face of yours.

You could also swallow it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn't have any.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I don't believe he slept with anyone before you, he doesn't have much time (and energy) to sleep around.

He does know a lot 'bout sex though don't get me wrong he just never slept with anyone.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He is dominant he just prefers to do it from below.

So it's usually you riding him but he's kinda like dominating it that makes sense.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's always serious even during sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't shave cuz again, it's a waste of his time, but he might trim it from time to time.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends on his mood really, sometimes he's more intimate than others but over all he isn't the intimate type.

He doesn't really know how to be romantic and he doesn't care to learn.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't have a high sex drive and he's pretty busy so he won't jack off as he is busy working away.

His mind does wonder places from time to time but he tries not to give into temptation.

If he does jack off then that means he couldn't focus and longer or he wanted you to walk in on him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He's into bdsm no questions asked.

He's sadistic, he's into knife play.

He isn't an experimental kind so don't think you'll be trying out new kinks everytime you two sleep together.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom. He can't really risk being seen doing it with his partner so he'd rather just stick to his room.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

There aren't many things that turn him on.

Maybe if you kneel infront of him with glossy eyes or tears down your cheeks.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No extra party.

Its only you and him, no one else.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving.

He just adores the sight of you choking on his cock while his hand is entangled in your hair.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He doesn't go too fast but he makes it up in roughness.

His weak and feeble body has a harder time going fast in bed but it doesn't mean he can't be rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn't opposed to them, he doesn't always has the time to properly sleep with you and quickies are the only option or the two of you are in a hurry but can't wait till the thing is over so what else are you supposed to do?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Well yeah, the knives and stuff.

He wouldn't put any of you in real danger so don't worry you won't die!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

1-2 rounds, if he's got enough energy than up to to three.

He works all day and has no time to eat or get proper exercise so what do you expect.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't have any and doesn't plan on using any.

Maybe if you get some he'll use them on you to get you close but never quite right where you'd want to be.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's a big tease, he doesn't really like being teased and practically despises it but yk everyone's a hypocrite one way or another.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's quiet but he encourages you to be voice your pleasure.

You will get the odd moans here and there but mostly they're low and he would moan in your ear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's into foreplay, idk if I should add that to the kink part but it's too late.

He doesn't say this verbally but laying with you in bed after sex is one of his favourite parts of his day.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I still don't feel comfortable describing dick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a low sex drive and his mind is usually wondering places so he doesn't have time for sex drive.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He tries to fall asleep after you but he gets really tired after sex so he's out cold for a while.

He always looks so peaceful in his sleep.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Well ig summer came early this year.

I fucking sneezed.

Tbh with this weather it's hard to believe it will ever be summer tbh like I had to walk in the rain almost everyday of this month.

Anyway I would love to receive requests for my favourite Russian guy: Fyodor Dostoevsky.

He actually isn't my favourite Russian guy but he's my favourite Russian author so it counts ig

Have a wonderful day/night and sleep well to anyone who's going to sleep! :)

-from Az the wizard frog! :)

#bsd #bsd x reader #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #fyodor headcanons #fyodor x you #fyodor nsft #fyodor nsft alphabet #nsft fyodor #fyodor

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luaspersona · 1 year

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fic teaser | kim taehyung

pairing ↠ himbo!taehyung x reader (f. reader) genre ↠ college!au; holiday!au; smut; one-shot; humor summary ↠ after making some terrible memories together, Taehyung wants nothing more than to never see you again; and he was pretty much succeeding until — after a minor accident — he finds himself having to spend Christmas alone with you in the middle of nowhere. rating ↠ +18 teaser warnings ↠ nothing explicit; profanity; nudity; mentions of sex; mentions of bondage; mentions of puking.

complete work warnings (full warnings on the post) ⇝ alcohol consumption; sexual tension; religious jokes; minor accident; very minor parent issues; second hand embarrassment; pov switch; explicit smut: masturbation, orgasm denial and control, edging, dirty talk, pet names, soft dom!taehyung, switch!reader, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, light spanking, a splash of degradation, begging; overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, rough sex, aftercare.

release date ↠ released. teaser word count ↠ 0.8k estimated reading time ↠ 2 minutes

note ↠ so i had the idea to write a holiday!au for tae’s birthday around three weeks ago and just now finished the outline lol 🤡 i’m still working on it, but i decided to drop a little something so you can have a taste! the teaser happens a couple months before the actual fanfic, so it’s not christmas here yet lol sorry, i promise i’ll plan better the next time (i probably won’t tho). note² ↠ wanna thank @imakeamess for the BEAUTIFUL BANNER, i know i was all over the place but you were able to create the most amazing art for me, so thank you once again🥺 note³ ↠ special thanks to @uarmymoonlight for helping me come up with the story and patiently listening to me rambling about this fic nonstop, i love you! and @vsualitae for helping me find inspiration and letting me spam his dms with this lol note⁴ ↠ also, merry christmas for those who celebrate and happy holidays! hope you all have an amazing year ending and an even better new year🎄

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When Taehyung was eighteen years old, he told a slightly less experienced Jungkook that girls have a secret sweet spot on the back of their knees.

Yeah, pretty shitty, he knows, he knows— but!, in Taehyung's defense, Jungkook was too damn innocent for his own good and he obviously didn't expect that Jungkook would take a whole ass year to google it. How hard is it to differentiate a freaked out face from a fucked out face, really? It was only like, 30% his responsibility.

Clearly, though, the universe wasn't as understanding, because now Taehyung is pretty sure that he’s cursed.

Whenever he’s feeling like he’s hot shit, life finds ridiculous and absurd ways to humble him — being extra careful to guarantee Jungkook front row seats.

Fair enough. Taehyung has no problem owning his stuff, and he didn’t really believe all this karma shit anyway.

Except when it came to you.

“Shit.” Soojin curses, hands stopping in their search for her keys.

“What's wrong, babe?” Jungkook frowns.

“Can we maybe go to your place? My roommate had some work stuff to prepare and asked me to give her some space this afternoon.”

Taehyung groans “Soojin, we live on the other side of campus and I'm starving.” He punctuates this by lifting the food bags in his hands.

“But she's been super stressed lately, I don't wanna add to that.”

“We won't! We can be quiet, baby.” Jungkook reassures.

Soojin chews her bottom lip. “You sure?”

“Promise.”

Taehyung nods. “She won't even notice us.”

Soojin sighs. “Fine.”

“Also, it can be a great opportunity for Tae to finally meet her.” Jungkook turns to Taehyung. “She's painfully your type, man.”

“Don’t even think about it! My roomie is not interested in Taehyung’s fuckboy ways, Kookie, she’s a pure soul.” Soojin protests.

“Baby, that’s slutshaming. Not cool.”

“What? I'm not a fuckboy. I'm just a very good boy who likes to give people what they want, nothing wrong with that.”

Soojin rolls her eyes, then finally opens the door.

Barely they step into the apartment, though, the three of them freeze — somewhat distracted by the sight of a blond man standing in the middle of the living room, covered only by a blue underwear and a trail of purple marks on his neck and collarbone.

And damn, what a fine man that is. Taehyung had never seen such pretty pouty lips before and he can't help the sudden wish to add a couple of purples to that soft skin himself.

“What the hell?” Soojin's question prompts the man to cover his crotch with his hands. Pitty. “Who the fuck are you?”

“So, I found these old ropes in the back of my drawer, but I think they can hold—” you stop talking once you enter the living room, seeing a hell of a lot more people than when you left.

Jungkook snickers, glancing down at the rope still in your hands. “Pure soul my ass.”

When your name drops from Soojin’s mouth, something snaps in Taehyung’s mind. You see, he isn’t dumb by any means, but Taehyung sure sometimes is slow.

To be fair, he’d spent so much time trying to forget everything about you and the day you met that it’s only natural that he would take some time to recognize your face from his days I wish I hadn’t woken up archive.

But the way your fingers tighten around the knots before you hide them behind your back? Shit, how can he forget the way those fingers felt entangled in his hair that night? The way you made him groan against your neck whenever you pulled a bit too strong?

And your thighs? Fuck, they are so much prettier than he fantasized they’d be, barely covered by the oversized shirt you’re wearing. Taehyung almost has to stifle a groan because holy fuck how he wishes he could’ve seem them — felt them under his palms that night.

“Is he your work thing?” Soojin sarcastically points to the man’s general direction.

“Yeah, sorry about that, Soo, I just wanted to— Taehyung?!”

He grimaces, eyes immediately darting away from your form as he clears his throat, letting out a silent “hey.”

“You know each other?” Soojin frowns.

“We uhm… we met at—” you stutter “we met once. At a party.”

Soojin is silent for a moment, before her jaw drops “Wait— is Taehyung the puke guy?!”

The blue underwear man looks at you immediately. “Did you puke on him?”

“No! No, of course not, Jimin, it was him who— I mean, uh” so this is what humiliation tastes like? “Nevermind.”

The sudden sound of Jungkook’s laugh erupts beside Taehyung, and the boy takes his hand to his stomach as he leans forward. Taehyung is sure he’s never seen Jungkook so happy.

It takes around a minute for Jungkook’s laugh to turn into light giggling as he tries to catch his breath.

“She’s the girl you puked on? No fucking way, man.”

Well. Yeah. Karma and shit.

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muselin · 11 months

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Hi, I love your stories, they make me very happy!I don't know if requests are open, but I leave the simple suggestion: NSFW alphabets with Key! (with minho it would be amazing too, but let's take it easy, right?) Thanks for sharing your writing with us! -🇧🇷

So not done with the wildcard requests but I like this, my SHINee alphabets aren't a complete set yet. Here's Key:

SHINee Key NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Casual king. Makes jokes in his whiny tone like "ayyyy I need a bedding subscription, look at this mess" but at the same time is taking your hand and guiding you to the shower with him, afterwards making sure to get you water. He'll cuddle if you really want or if you're happy doing something else he's fine with that too.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This is gonna sound like a cop out answer but on himself and yourself it's the face. That's where your expressions are, that's where everything is that tells him how you feel and if you like it, and he's really not so invested in body parts in general.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He's a bit more neat but he still loves decorating your ass or chest with his cum. Especially loves it when it shoots out far and makes long streaks across your skin, he thinks it looks fucking beautiful. When he's super super horny he loves cumming inside of you too, all the way in and loves to feel you flutter and squeeze around his cock.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Spitting. He wants to spit in your mouth, it does something to him, speaks to a possessive streak in him he doesn't want to admit to. He imagines fucking you senseless so that your lips are falling open, gasps constantly flowing, and imagines looking down at you as he spits in your mouth, proving to you how bad you want him when you wet him do such dirty things to you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's confident for a reason. He knows what he's doing, he's been around, he's tried a lot of stuff and he can almost tell which things you'd be into and which you won't. It makes him rather unforgettable because of that because it's like he reads your mind and skips right to your favourite parts.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Either one of you on top. Loves looking both down and up at you and there's something about the feeling of pressing his weight onto you and having yours pin him down as well that just makes him feel so good.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's far more teasing than goofy. The jokes he makes are at your expense, intended to embarrass you, make you heat up and make you look away from him so he can grab your face to point it back towards his own and tease you about that too.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

On himself he keeps it neatly trimmed, on you he couldn't care less. Sometimes he'll go bare, just depends on what mood he's in that week.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Has a bit of a hard time with intimacy during sex but he knows how important it is. He'll look at you a lot, and sometimes you might miss the way his eyes soften and trace your features with a certain reverence. Sometimes he'll blurt out "I love you" out of nowhere, right in the middle of railing you into the mattress. He's not romantic during sex usually, he tends to keep that side for outside the bedroom but he feels safe with you, just doesn't always know the best way to show it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Does it regularly and has zero shame, to him it's completely normal. Sometimes he asks you to help, especially if you're both too tired to go a full round. He's happy using his hands or yours, sometimes adding a vibrator to make it more fun.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Corruption kink is a strong one, even if it's fake. He wants to see how far you'll go with him and wants to be the one to teach you all the naughty things you haven't tried yet. His favourite phrases that rile him up are when you say "I've never done that before" or "Not here."

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He loves a good bed but he's not opposed to some semi-public fun either. Touching you under the table in the restaurant, under the blanket on the plane, letting you blow him in the changing room if no one's around (but easily could be). It ties in with his corruption kink and seeing how far he can goad you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The same as the last two letters, anything that's new to you, a little bit risky, a little bit taboo, he loves the idea of those things so much. He likes having to persuade you a little bit, having to work to get what he wants.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't fully realise it but he's possessive. I don't see him sharing you with anyone, no matter the configuration. He's very playful but he only wants to play with you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Not his favourite part but he again knows how important it is and will happily give you oral and let you blow him. He's good at oral, knows just how to tease you with his tongue to get you hot and desperate, and he does love it when you start to beg. However to him it's more of a preparation for the main event.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He varies his pace, initially slow and teasing, peppered with dirty words to rile you up and get you to beg, and later he can be faster and rougher. He learns what you like and uses it to his advantage and to give you some very satisfying orgasms.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Loves a quickie and will happily do that whenever possible if there isn't enough time for a full round. He never sees it as a waste of time even if neither of you cum, he just saves it for later and enjoys the moment with you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He takes a lot of risk but he's good with doing it safely. He'll experiment with toys, places, with bondage, with some slightly dub-con elements but he's so focused on you that he immediately picks up when you're not 100% into something and will never push past that. Loves bondage a lot and that requires good reading of body language so he's not afraid to try a lot both on you and himself as he's confident he knows where the line is.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

One round usually but a good long one. If he has time he wants to make it satisfying and fun and isn't happy to cum too quickly.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Owns a good selection of toys: different vibrators, dildos, some more exotic ones like double ended ones or ones with attachments. Definitely owns a strap-on and is just waiting for the right moment to ask you to use it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Easily the biggest tease in SHINee. He'll tease you with words, with his pace, with delayed orgasms, he'll edge you and really make it feel cathartic when he finally does let you cum.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

On the loud side and he's a talker. Moans, whines, hums, dirty talk is a fixture in your sessions too.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

After you tried anal with him he's mildly obsessed with the idea of letting you play with him that way too. The next time you blow him he makes a show of spreading his legs up and apart, taking your hand and guiding it to his ass and when you questioningly swipe over his rim he looks at you with a fucked out expression. "Play with me," he pleads in a whine and something buzzes in your head to hear and see him like that. You slide a finger inside him in time with your sucking on his cock and you try to find his sweet spot that he's not-so-subtly mentioned a few times before. When you do he gets even louder, causing you to smirk around his cock and slip a second finger inside of him.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Average in every way but he's perfectly content and confident because he knows it's all about how he uses it and how he uses everything else at his disposal, not just his dick.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Good healthy sex drive. He can cope with a partner with a higher or lower sex drive than himself. If yours is high and you're wanting him every day, he'll do his best, might turn you down once a week if he's had an exhausting one but he'll try and make it up to you. If yours is lower then he'll give you as good of a time as he can when you do want him and he'll just masturbate more in-between.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Varies. If you've had a long, teasing, tiring session he'll fall asleep pretty quickly. Otherwise he might feel a little wired and will take some time to calm down enough to go to sleep.

#shinee smut #shinee key smut #shinee kibum smut #shinee hard hours #shinee key hard hours #muselin

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voltstone · 3 months

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LYCOS | tacet anima mea | Master Content Post

Hello! I'm VoltageStone. I write a lot of fics. This being one of them, and it's been in the works for a while. Since November 2022 "a while".

I'm a shit updater, but life has also been nonstop for the past year. Ergo, updating has been...an interesting journey.

This is a beast of a fic. Both in its size and, given this post, its content. In short, this post will be linked to in future updates for this fic, and will serve as an ultimate introduction to LYCOS as far as Tumblr's concerned.

This fic is a Wenclair a/b/o. Extremely violent. Wednesday is unhinged to borderline demented. It does explore sexual content, both healthy, and in the healing of related traumas.

It's Dead Dove, basically. In the name of catharsis, but ultimately because of how...unwell Wednesday is.

...she is honestly the prime reason why it's Dead Dove. I dunno what happened. She just keeps being...really fucking weird, and wants to eat Enid? Like? Literally? In a heartfelt, non-vegetarian way.

Anyway, for those interested, the following is the summary. For the tags and specific warnings (none should be spoilery), keep reading. The tags will have what is on AO3, then I will specify/call attention to important tags and themes, and also add stuff that I know will come in later chapters.

I really do love writing this fic, but I know that it won't be everyone's cup of tea. Ergo, I felt like having a post that gives a glimpse to anybody new.

If you read, I hope you enjoy. If you don't, have a good one.

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Wednesday is waning. In her dreams, or by touch, she has been locked to one moment. Her visions know no peace. There is Enid, beneath moonlight, skin a dying shade. Then there's herself between the trees, drenched in blood, with the knife at hand… Her true nature writhes. This is…just what happens when someone like herself snaps. It's happened before, will happen again. Because Enid and Ajax have been together through several moons. And he knows his way around her heats. And Enid seems…happy, until she isn't, and Wednesday has to put her back together. Enid has been stuck in a heat for a while now. And she smells good. She smells really, really good, and Wednesday will kill for it.

or, wednesday still doesn't know what to do about enid, and enid's biology really doesn't help matters. she is going insane.

(there will be bodies.)

General Warnings:

Gore, Extreme/Graphic Violence, Fights, Murder(s), Cannibalism (feat. Autocannibalism), Dismemberment, Drug Overdose (past/mentioned), Body Horror.

Mental Health:

Alexithymia/Emotional Blindness, Grief/Mourning (a murderer's guilt), Addiction (alcoholism, pills, sex), Familial Dysfunction, Dissociation, Identity Crisis, Depression, PTSD, Medical/Sexual Trauma(s), Self-Destructive/Suicidal Tendencies, Psychological Horror.

Other Tags (less concerning):

Demisexual & Aromantic Wednesday, Sun/Moon Motif, a (slight) Gomezification of Wednesday Addams, a Morticiafication of Enid Sinclair, no i am not tagging enid's dynamic you figure that out yourself, Dark Humor, Poe-isms, a very unreliable narrator, healthy depictions of discovering sexuality i promise please the addamses raised wednesday right, that being said, weirdass "courting" behaviors (ex: stealing laundry, then stuffing it into a bed after it was shanked open), addams-flavored terrorism for funsies (gotta teach someone to smile in her headshots!).

Also: Unhinged chapter lengths. None will dip under 20k.

AO3 | Ch.1 Tumblr Post

#lycos fic #volt's library #fanfiction #ao3 #wenclair #omegaverse #wednesday 2022 #wednesday show #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #enid sinclair

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krypticcafe · 1 year

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Asked by @sleepyendymion

Of course!!

OP you have no idea what you've done by enabling me to ramble I'm stimming so much, literally such an honor I'm so flattered omg

To start off with the basics, Hound is currently a Sergent of Task Force 141, after being transferred numerous times through various forces and even KorTac and SpecGru ops. At a certain point, they were a combat medic and a captain as well. I'm not gonna get too deep into their whole journey because spoilers for a future work of mine, but I can say that their backstory is not a happy one, and falls into the sort of "dark past" trope.

In terms of looks, nobody's seen their full face thanks to how they constantly wear a visor, a balaclava, a trapper hat, and their iconic, painted, muzzle-like mask. Their scarf also doubles as a hood and mask sometimes. Most find them intimidating at first sight, especially after reading their (heavily censored) file, seeing how damn big they are, and hearing all the rumors that float around.

It doesn't help either when they can initially come off as blunt, distant, and on the verge of being a extremely well-trained or horribly rabid dog. Nor the fact that they have deep-rooted issues pertaining to their identity. Though, over time, they'll grow to be warmer, even humorous and friendly at times.

Extra:

Hound goes by they/he/any pronouns. They haven't labeled themselves, don't really care about what people perceive them as or the gender of their partner, and they are perfectly comfortable having multiple partners.

I have no idea what their sex is but they've had plenty :] (probably amab?)

He is a big boy at 6'8-9" (204-205cm) and built to look either jacked when he flexes or a wall of soft, relaxed muscle that borderlines chub.

They're multilingual, knowing a handful of languages and having a hint of an accent at times.

He's probably around the same age as Ghost or Soap (mid-late 20s to early 30s?).

Neurodivergent as hell, we're talkin' social anxiety, ADHD, maybe even autism, who knows because this dumbass refuses to see a proper therapist.

He's so emotionally dense, like he's the epitome of 'thembo/himbo'. Sometimes he'll seem wise only to later make you wonder how are they even coping with themselves.

Their first callsign was actually Mutt, Hound was only a more "recent" development for them, post joining the 141.

Small doodle for now since I'm saving the big stuff for later on<3

That's it for now! Again, I don't wanna dip into spoiler territory because I am considering making a series for them (feel free to ask about that teehee-). Also, if any of you are interested in x reader fics with him, send as many as you like!

#cod #codmw2 #codmwii #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty #call of duty oc #cod oc #oc #original character #hound x reader #hound cod #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #task force 141 x reader #coffee with kryptid

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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Opie Winston filth alphabet please?

|| taglist,babes + req rules / fandoms+characters + send ?s + masterlist ||

ahhhhh this made my heart so full! i utterly adore Opie, -i'm saying this as queen of the juice ortiz defense squad mind you, he's my love. i'll be happy, no thrilled to do this one for you, thanks for asking!!

Warnings;

Minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. This content is made for us grown people. Go read some fluff or angst or better yet... do your homework. Go on, I know you have it. school is important, m'kay... your friendly local airhead loves you all but the fact remains.. there's some stuff you don't need to read/might not want to see just yet and those are as follows; consensual somnophilia, rough sex, body fluids, bondage, sex positions, breeding kink, praise kink, dick sizes, hosiery/lingerie/thigh highs, dominance, size kink, height difference, dirty talk, masturbation, oral sex, marking, d*ddy kink, toys, and the usual other things one finds on these.

Taglist;

@beardedbarba and @chieflawyerpastatoad are the only people on my Sons of Anarchy taglist. if you'd like to be added to it, please let me know or click the link above.

-- sadfaces, I have no graphic for Opie -or any of my boys from SOA yet. It's coming though, i just never thought anybody would ask for SOA from me, so I'm thrilled rn!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

--- will cuddle and stroke your hair and kiss all over you. Likes to pull you right on top of him and wrap his arm around you. Loves skin to skin contact so he's not getting dressed immediately after if he has time to just enjoy the afterglow. If you say you're hungry or thirsty or anything he's getting you whatever you want.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

--- tits, ass, legs and hair. But most of all, thighs. He likes every part of your body to be honest.

--- it's not a body part BUT.. his strength and his height.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

--- has had a quickie with you then made you come somewhere with him, his cum still inside you, smirking every time you squirm to try and keep it inside you. Will push his cum back into you if any leaks out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

--- upskirt pictures. he takes them of you and collects them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

--- Oh, he's got plenty of experience. And he knows what he's doing but is also willing to learn and try new things, so he's just getting better.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

--- Missionary, stand and deliver -standing up, standing up in front of a mirror -he loves to watch the way his cock kind of pushes against your tum from the inside, bending you over the bed or table, cowgirl and it's reverse.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

--- He's a mix of serious and goofy. If you queef, he will laugh. If you bump teeth or noses, he's laughing. But then he's back to showering you with affection and saying the dirtiest yet sweetest shit you'll ever hear in your life in your ear / against your skin.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

--- he keeps himself trimmed pretty short. it's there, but it's barely there. he's very clean. the hair is darker, coarse and if he lets it grow / doesn't have time or something, it can get really thick and out of control fast because his hair grows pretty fast.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

--- oh gods, this man... he's kissing, touching, praising, begging, holding you as close as he can get you, repeatedly tells you he loves you, he will definitely be the guy to fill the bed with rose petals on your anniversary.. he's a huuuge romantic. just doesn't show it right away.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

--- will face time you if they're doing a normal charity run or something and jack off / talk dirty / watch you get yourself off if he's away for a few days.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

--- choking/biting/scratches down his back, praise kink givingandgetting, dominance kink, size kink, height difference, lingerie/hosiery/thigh highs and knee socks, breeding kink, cum play, orgasm denial / orgasm control / edging, spanking, masturbation, light bondage kink, marking, collars -if he buys you a necklace this is basically that, somnophilia -if you've both agreed on terms and a word you can use or some way to let him know you're not into free use while you're asleep on a particular night,

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

--- on his motorcycle, against a wall, in the shower, in bed, on the kitchen counter, against a window / mirror/reflective surface so he can see you when he takes you from behind.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

--- arguing, low cut shirts and the way your tits look in said shirts, the way you melt into him and sigh, kissing, neck kissing, when you sit on his lap or thigh, sucking his cock, biting his neck or his bottom lip, playing with his neck at the back, beneath his hair... yeah, that's a sweet spot for him, oops rip. Massages too.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

--- share you, degradation or slap/hit you. he's not into scat or golden showers either. Anything else is on the table though..

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

--- he fucking loves to give. And he's damn good at it too, he always pushes and coaxes a few out of you -the messier he is when he's done, the more you moan and beg and whimper and drag your nails over his scalp or across his shoulders. His tongue combined with his fingers, holy fuck all.. I'm down baaaad your honor. I feel like he's definitely messy with this because he loves doing it so much that he kind of loses control and goes feral.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

--- Both, actually. If he's fast and rough it's a quickie, he's angry/hate fucking you or jealous and slow and sensual is when he's just so in love with you that he wants to take his time and really make you feel it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

--- He's not gonna turn down a quickie, not him, not ever. He prefers to take his time but he knows there's not always time for that, sometimes it's just bending you over the kitchen table, fisting your hair and going straight at it like rabbits. It happens a fair bit, between MC emergencies, work and whatever you have going on + kiddos popping in and out or the potential of that happening, yeahhh. But he makes it work.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

--- Opie is down for anything, almost. He'll try anything you want to try or anything he sees / hears about that seems like a fun time.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

--- at least two. How long he lasts depends on rest/recovery in between, how much he's drawn out foreplay -which he does allll the time, btw, and will make him get there quicker on occasion, esp if he's held out for a while, and how tired you both are prior to getting it on.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

--- He doesn't own any but... If you do and you want him to use them on you, he will. Also, man will go down on you with ice or having just eaten a mint with icy cold breath and oh holy fuuuuck...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

--- depends on his mood. Most of the time he isn't, but when he is, oh my fucking god, he'll have you begging, on the verge of frustrated tears.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

--- that quiet husky voice whispering everything he wants to do to you as he's doing it to you against the shell of your ear. Swearing. Praising you, telling you "you take my cock so well, baby girl, think you can handle all of it?" as he slams into you deeper and slower, growling. But this is for the most part, quieter. He's not trying to awaken the dead. Now, if you scream... he won't stop you and he lowkey gets off on how loud he can make you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

--- he cums a lot. and its thick too. Additionally, he likes to be tied up.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

--- man is hung. thick girth, slightly above average length -totally using the 'big hands' theory here, he's got a thick vein that runs along the underside and it's got just the teeeniest little bit of a curve to it. I'm not entirely sure whether he's cut or no, so for arguments sake, we'll say he's cut. The tip is a pretty lil pinkish red. When he fucks you, it will stretch and burn a little bit, moreso if you're a)a virgin and not used to taking cock at all. or b)it's been a while.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

--- Opie's got an average sex drive. He's damn sure not about to turn it down but at the same time, it's not like he needs it like say, air to breathe. He enjoys sex, but he doesn't constantly need it to function.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

--- This man is out light a light, might as well call your pussy Nyquil. BUT... he's wrapped around you from behind usually, holding on nice and tight. Which feels lovely and it's warm and cozy but... god forbid you gotta get up and take a piss at any point bc he's hard as hell to wake up.

#opie winston #opie winston imagine #opie winston smut #opie winston fanfiction #opie winston headcanons #opie winston x fem!reader #minors abso-fuckin-lutely not.

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