#fuckin. soft or violent both are so amazing

[lucyvaleheart]

lil secret desire of mine is like. i hide my face a lot and I fucking dream about being forced out of that; someone pulling my hands away, or grabbing my chin and making me look at them, or otherwise not letting me hide away

sexually or not that shit slaps so good every fucking time 😵‍💫

#fuckin. soft or violent both are so amazing #sexually context is great #but it's also so fucking good when like. you're sad and want to be comforted #that idea that they still wanna see your face they want you to stop hiding enough to pull you to them #oiughjgg #hi I'm normal and definitely don't have any trauma what are you talking about

[scekrex]

Could you write abt reader trying to get Adam to wear a maid outfit "as a joke" but really he just wants to see Adam in ANY revealing outfit because that man has hella ass and he hides it in his robes? Ur writing absolutely fucks btw

I fucking love the thought of Adam in a maid dress that's just a little too short to hide his juicy ass like the fanart I've seen- fuck it's good.

I got myself a fuckin' life dressed up in evening wear

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

“C’mon Adam, it’s for my fucking birthday, just once,” you begged the first man as you snuggled up against his side and placed a soft kiss on his neck and while the first man absolutely enjoyed your kisses, he was not enjoying the request you had. “Fucking no, the fuck do I look like? Some shit-ass doll you can dress the fuck up however you want? Nuh-fucking-uh,” he shook his head lightly to underline his words and theír seriousness, there was really no use to fight it though, not when your next move was to climb into his lap and gently leave a trail of soft kisses alongside his jaw. You felt how his body relaxed underneath you, felt his sigh more than you heard it and it was then and there that the both of you knew you had won, even if Adam would keep up the act of denying your request a little longer. “No one else is gonna see ya, c’mon hun,” you leaned in closer, your hands were on his chest, softly massaging his slightly chubby tits in the most teasing way God had ever seen. Your lips brushed against his ear as you continued to speak, “Do it for me, Adam.” The shudder that went through his body at your words felt so violent. The leader of the exorcists grabbed you by your hips, effortlessly lifted you off of his lap and placed you back onto the couch as he got up, muttering in a very unpleased sounding voice, “Fucking fine.” And you had won. Again.

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The reason why you wanted him to wear that stupid outfit for you was pretty simple: You wanted to see and slap his ass. Ever since you had first seen this man in underwear, you had known that his ass was a handful, like the first man not only had a fucking amazing dick, no, of course he also had the most perfect ass humanity had ever seen. But Adam didn’t really care about that, he knew he looked glorious and that was it, that was enough knowledge to hide his perfect body underneath that gigantic robe of his that left everything to your imagination. He rarely wore anything else than his robe, at home it was mainly a band shirt that was way too fucking big on him and therefore covered his juicy ass, and boxershorts, but even that wasn’t satisfying enough to you, you wanted to dress him up to make him realize how wonderful his body was - you wanted him to see what you were seeing and while the brunette might not like the thought of wearing a maid dress, you had made sure to get him one that fit his figure’perfectly fine. He would look absolutely angelic wearing the dress you had picked out for him.

So when you opened your eyes because of soft kisses that were placed up your chest, over your neck and all the way up to your lips, you couldn’t hide the massive grin that stretched across your lips. “Mornin’,” you mumbled sleepily against the warm pair of lips that belonged to your boyfriend. Adam wasn’t the romantic type of guy, yes, the both of you were going on dates, but at home in his normal daily life, the most romantic thing he could do without seeming suspicious was to kiss you awake. And that mainly happened on special occasions like birthdays. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy kissing you awake, he did very much, but he wanted it to be something special, why you didn’t fully understand but you accepted it. “Morning, old fuckhead,” the first man greeted you, on his lips an equally large grin. He seemed excited for the day, he had most likely already forgotten about the little promise he had made you, otherwise he surely wouldn’t be as excited. At least that was your guess.

You pulled away from the warm body on top of yours and stretched your tired bones as you pushed yourself off the bed to sit up before you gave him a glance, followed by a very important reminder, “Someone’s quite excited to spend the day in a maid dress, huh?” Oh and the look on his face as he heard you speaking those words, it was priceless. The grin he had been holding up so pridefully fell quickly and his expression turned into a mix between annoyance and excitement, though you were sure the annoyance in his eyes was just a cover-up, otherwise he wouldn’t have agreed to wearing that silly outfit so quickly. If he wanted to, Adam could argue pretty well and the fact that there had been basically no resistance on his side, had told you everything you needed to know - he thought of your wish as something silly, yet respected it - mainly because it was coming from his boyfriend. “Don’t fucking remind me,” he groaned with a roll of his eyes and turned around, his back was now facing you. Oh but you couldn’t wait to see his sexy ass in that dress that was just a little too short and would expose just a little too much.

So you pushed the sleepiness aside and got up from the bed to walk over to your shared closet, you took the still closed package that was waiting inside and tossed it in Adam’s direction. The brunette was quick to roll over and dodge getting hit by it while he grumbled, “It’s too fucking early, babes.” No, no it really wasn’t. It wasn’t ever ‘too early’ to see your boyfriend in the most revealing piece of clothing he’d ever own. “Pull that stick outta your ass and get dressed bitch, it’s my fucking birthday,” you responded in a sing-song voice as you grabbed one of Adam’s band shirts to wear yourself. The sleepily annoyed boyfriend of yours raised his head a little, eyeing you up and down, “So I have to wear this,” he nudged the package away from his body with his left wing, “And you get to wear my shit that basically covers all of you? Fucking unfair.” You just chuckled as you headed for the door, “Get a taste of your own fucking medicine, hun. I’m gonna go and make breakfast, you’re gonna move your ass and you better be dressed when I’m done.” You were almost able to hear the brunette’s annoyed eye roll as he responded sarcastically, “Yes dad,” while he dropped his head face down into the pillows. A cheeky, “That’s daddy for you,” left your lips before you closed the door behind you, yet you heard how the first man choked on his spit because of your words.

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“Y/N,” Adam mumbled as he entered the kitchen and walked past you, giving you the most angelic view of his ass you’ve ever seen. The brunette yelped in surprise as you slapped said ass firmly and playfully hit on him, “Hey Sexy.” You heard him grumble something underneath his breath, however you didn’t catch what he had just said and you definitely weren’t gonna ask him, if it was important, he’d tell you sooner or later. “You should wear this more often, makes your ass look absolutely amazing,” you hummed in delight as you flipped the pancakes that you were preparing for breakfast. “Fuck you,” Adam mumbled and while he was trying to sound annoyed, maybe even embarrassed, you saw how prideful his body language was. Oh this man was all act, no truth, full of insecurities. Yet he seemed to like the dress better than expected.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

[2n2n]

Bro. Honestly. JSHK is amazing but it’s not perfect, so is there something you don’t like? Then what is it? Anyway I’m a huge fan of the manga and your work and your husband’s, you’re both amazing!!

please do not call me bro… </3 I do not like to be called bro </3… you can call me 'miss' if you don't want to use a name.

Something I don't like ……………………………………………………………………… I mean, I don't like Kou… as he is presented thus far, he's an effective pastiche of 'shounen protagonists' replete with 'shouts all the time' and 'reactively violent' and 'pointlessly idealistic morals that can't adapt to complex situations'. 'Says very simple and basic things' 'has the most rote response to any situation and does NOT pause for thought'. I've read so many shounen that he makes me rub my temples, I'm like getting flashbacks.

When I reread Picture Perfect I struggle with the Kou + Mitsuba intermissions, and it feels tonally SUCH a far cry from the beauty and grace of the HanaNene, and Shijima-san. The fact they both just scream back and forth and are prone to lashing out, its just tedious. I wish Nene was in the Red House alone, Kou really sucks the beauty out of scenes with his, boorishness.

While I feel Hanako fight scenes have Hanako's vampiric sexy badboy allure to keep me engaged, things like the Kou and Hakubo fight really feel exhausting to flip through, just a stupid fuckin sword boy with a meaningless catchphrase promise to make everyone happy <- transports me back into generic shounen slog territory. I FLYING LEAP into the Sumire/Hakubo chapters lacing all of this, NEED THEM LIKE AIR, they are thankfully beautiful enough to more than make up for Kou. I feel like we're like ticking a box with Kou scenes. Like doing the required amount to be billed a shounen despite all the canoodling.

HOWEVER, I'm entirely sure that's the POINT of Kou, and I do trust AidaIro will unpack his issues in a way another shounen could not and would not. So far I'm perfectly excited about where he's going, how he's being challenged… I think in the end, I'll be satisfied, but I probably also would gladly just press a button to erase him from the manga.

Oh he also looks like such a hobgoblin comparatively. Crusty. Hanako is all sleek like a sports car decked in black with gold accents and red trim. Nene is like a delicate domesticated pink-eyed animal, soft and pretty. Tsukasa is a luxurious sacred object, silked and pleated out, billowing. Kou is wearing GIGANTIC splatoon sneakers all weighing down the ends of his feet like big mallets, ugely generic CARGO SHORTS, with his nasty calves bulging under knobby knees, a t-shirt with a lion on it (basic), he is all ripped and muscular and sinewy, he's not pleasantly petite and shrimpy with big golden eyes like the illustrious esteemed Hanako (also, Hanako has very flambouyant gestures lol). Kou's pupils are both weirdly oval-shaped and also blue and somehow they remind me of Sonic the Hedgehog, combined with his ever-present skowl. He really looks like Gollum to me. Just gnarly and nasty and without even an iota of feminine grace. He is so masculine and nothing else. All STOMP STOMP GRRR YELL RAAAHH HITS PEOPLE RRRHHHGGH GRRRR I completely check out. Oh you know what else sucks? Kou won't like wear a skirt in a fun side-image playfully... Hanako can get all slutty and dress in girl's clothes like TEEHEE AM I CUTE HEEHEE lift his skirt up etc, while Kou will be embar and hate it. Sucks so bad. Tsukasa can do a flawless impression of Sakura's feminine grace and beauty, he can twirl his lil hakama alllll about. Swagless Kou giving us noooooo gender play, no whimsy, boooooooo boo booo booo booboobooboo WHAT are you doing here? Loser

For the AidaIro oeuvre he's like such a random, thing, I basically don't see other Kou or Kou-alikes in their back-catalogue? There is Not A Resident Kou in MDLD, Fox-Masked Guardian Spirit, Snow White, etc, so I'm like, whaaaat is this guuuuuuy ... I can't really predict what's gonna happen with him, other than probably being mindbroken ? I do not know him. Don't know why he's here.

And: Thank you x3 for da complerment.....

#avvy's JSHK

[salemwritesxx]

𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮.

𝕋 𝕒 𝕜 𝕒 𝕞 𝕚   𝕂 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕠 | ℍ 𝕒 𝕨 𝕜 𝕤

     ⇴ male reader      ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ request: Can you do like a super fluffy hawks smut? Like keigo had a really bad day at work and just needs to be loved on

↣ rating: [18]+ ↣ warnings: smut, fluffy smut

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“Welcome back, Kei!”, you greeted your boyfriend, however, he only grunted in response and like that, telling you immediately that something was wrong.

However, before you could ask, the smaller hero just walked past you and into the bathroom, closing the door and leaving you behind. Tilting your head, you were a little worried, but decided to get back into bed again. Since you had come home earlier today, you had already showered and slipped into bed to read, waiting for Hawks. Though now that he was home, you wondered if something happened during the day that killed his mood.

Hawks was not one to cry easily, so when the tears started flowing on their own while under the shower, he couldn’t help but groan in annoyance. He was just so frustrated, it was such a shit and rough day. For him to not even be able to hold in his tears, Hawks was certainly at the peak of frustration and anger at that point.

As he had cried while showering, he did feel a little better once he stepped outside to dry himself, but now, there was something different he craved to distract him from the bitter taste that day left in his mouth; hence why he had used the time in the shower to prepare for his little plan. So, with a mere towel on, he walked from the bathroom into your shared bedroom where you were still sitting on the bed, reading your book.

You didn’t even look up, maybe because he had just grunted at you before, thus, without saying much, he walked over to your side of the bed. And you certainly couldn’t ignore him anymore when he slipped under your blanket, earning your yelp – a second later a moan followed.

“Kei-“, you were only able to groan before grabbing the blanket and pulling it away from him, the view making you gulp heavily.

There he was, head buried between your legs, his pretty lips wrapped around your soft cock and sucking you off. Though, bare moments later, Keigo was getting the anticipated reaction from you, feeling your dick harden and grow as his wet, hot mouth was just too much.

With your hand buried in his blond locks, you didn’t stop him, instead softly massaging his scalp as he sucked on your cock. Teasing your swollen tip with his tongue, Hawks was glad you didn’t reject him, because after all the things that had gone wrong that day, being rejected would have probably made him break down again.

“Baby- nghh, hey…”, you tried getting his attention, though couldn’t you hold back the blissful hiss when he sucked on your balls, making you shudder. Only for him to make his way up your shaft again, finally reacting when you lightly pulled on his hair.

With a whine and groan, Hawks looked up, meeting you eye to eye which only sent a strong, violent jolt down south, that made your cock twitch and grow even harder.  

“Jesus fuckin- I love you!”, with your other hand you grabbed his cheek, pulling him up and Keigo was happily and willingly following your movement until your lips collided.

“I love you, too!”, was finally the first thing he said since he came home, just to openly moan into your hot mouth when your tongues met.

Meanwhile, Hawks’ raised his hips, one hand pumping and guiding your cock to his ass, the other spreading his asscheeks. Thankfully, you also helped him when you grabbed and spread them yourself, exposing him only further as his twitching hole was soon stuffed with your cockhead.

Moaning almost in synch, you pushed him only closer as Keigo was lowering his hips onto your hard dick, swallowing it effortlessly thanks to his preparation in the shower. With one final thrust, he shoved your cock inside balls-deep, your pleasurable growl sent a chill up his spine and made him whimper.

Breaking the deep, sloppy kisses, you were both gasping for a moment, only for Hawks to bury his head in the crook of your neck, his arms tightly wrapped around you. For a few seconds, you were just half-laying, half-sitting in your bed, hugging him closely and trying to process what had just happened.

“Are you okay?”, your hand started to caress his beautiful red wings and back and the other massaging his scalp again, knowing how much he liked those soft touches.

“Hmh. I just… need you.”, he mumbled against your skin, warm lips pressing little kisses against your neck.

Keigo wasn’t even fully erect himself, though, granted, it wasn’t even about the sex right now or even reaching an orgasm. He just needed to feel you, hold you and be held, be connected with you.

“Sorry for jumping you like that…”, Keigo merely whispered again.

“It’s okay. I’m always here for you, Shortcake.”, you said back in a hushed voice, before peppering soft kisses onto the side of his head and shoulder – everywhere you could comfortably reach right now.

After a few moments of silence and both of your breathing calming down, Hawks then started moving a little, barely swaying his hips a bit. Raising his head eventually, you looked into each other’s eyes deeply for a few seconds, your little smile also making a small one flit across his lips, before he leaned in to kiss you. Small, soft kisses turning into deeper ones again as you kept on holding each other, Kei’s and your hips gently moving with one another.

Softly groaning and whining against your lips, you both moved slow and steady, stopping every now and then, just to enjoy the moment of being connected. His warm, wet ass engulfing your throbbing dick was a blissful tease, especially when he tightened here and there. All while you whispered sweet nothings and little “I love you”s. You broke away here and there to peck his lips a few time, before kissing all over his face, your lover finally giggling again.

“You okay, Kei?”, you quietly asked again after a few moments, your hips back to softly moving and lightly thrusting to hear his quickened breathing and cute moans as he cuddled closer. His answer a little whine and his lips back on yours for a kiss.

There was no rush or hard fucking, and that’s what he had needed; just being able to melt against your body and be caught in your arms when everything else was going wrong.

With soft gasps, Takami’s hips were twitching, his soft cock lightly rubbing against your abdomen as he was smushed against your body still. Thankfully, you didn’t let him go, even when he wanted to sit back up, thinking you might want him to start moving properly about now, you pulled him back down.

After a while, Hawks was just laying on top of you, cuddling and still sharing kisses. His lips already red and swollen, yet neither of you wanted to stop, by now, your own cock only semi-hard buried inside his ass. But it didn’t matter. It was more important for you that your lover was feeling loved and his racing mind put at ease.

Your hand was caressing all over of his body, wherever you could reach. Softly massaging his thighs, before rubbing circles on his hips and lower back, your hand always moving. Without realizing it, you were both lulled into sleep, still connected and snuggled together.

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Once the little rays of sunshine tickled his nose, Hawks’s golden eyes opened, still groggy and disoriented, before the familiar feeling of his ass being filled sank in.

Rubbing his eyes, he glanced down to you who was sleeping soundly, while he was resting on top of you still. With a small smile and chuckle he leaned down to softly kiss your forehead just to snuggle his head back into the nook of your neck.

“Thank you, [Your.name]…”, was the only thing he whispered with his raspy voice, before he rose fully at last.

Grinding his hips against your soft dick, he was adamant to not let you slip out, having to thank you properly for last night. Plus, now that he had basically warmed your cock for the last hours and sleeping while being stuffed, the need to fuck was very prominent. When he heard little groans from you and your hands suddenly grabbed his ass, he knew you didn’t feel much different about it.

With a day starting so pleasantly, there was no doubt Hawks had already forgotten what had angered and made him cry with frustration yesterday. And it was all thanks to you; how did he really deserve such an amazing boyfriend?

“I love you.”

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@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

⇻ salem.talks: psa – hawks is tiny and deserves the world and if he has a shit day he needs all the love! thank you once again for the request anon

#salemswriting. #hawks #takami keigo #hawks x reader #hawks x male reader #bnha x male reader #bottom hawks #hawks smut #hawks x you #bnha x reader #smut

[trans-clown-catgirl]

big, and i mean BIG spoilers for Madness Project Nexus's ending bc i have to talk about this publicly i am going to go insane

Ok, so. hank. fuckin. hank's whole ordeal in the ending. the fact he got a boss fight. anyone else feel just how emotionally charged the entire thing is? not only does hank show 0 care for the end of the world, which. would actually be kind of expected from them, there's also the fact that uhhhh THEY LITERALLY ARE SO WILLING TO JUST KILL OFF SANFORD AND DEIMOS??? RIGHT AFTER A MASSIVE COLLABORATIVE EFFORT TO END GESTALT AND PHOBOS???

the way deimos and sanford just. tried to talk this out. get them to come to reason. and then there was just. nothing. all hank wanted was to kill them both. they trusted hank, it looked like they were one of the very few people hank actually cared for, but instead. hank just took the first chance they had to kill both of them. for sanford and deimos, it's bitter, bitter to the very core, they don't want to do this, they never wanted it to come to this, but hank.

they're bragging, they're taunting deimos and sanford on how inferior they are in hank's eyes, and when you finally kill them off.

this is all deimos and sanford have to say about them. no celebration, no spite, it all has an air of never havnig wanted to do this, of hoping it could all be the same way it was back when they were opposing the auditor, and at the end they're just. left there.

standing at the edge of the tower, ridden of hope, with all their options exhausted, and the odds almost entirely against them. they were betrayed by someone they trusted, someone we all trusted to be decent, to not turn their back on these two. this is part of why the ending hurts so much. you don't JUST feel sanford and deimos's pain, the situation they're in; it feels like a betrayal to the player, too. we all trusted hank to not be like this. we pictured them as at most a little aggressive, but someone who can have a soft spot for specific people, like sanford and deimos. but no. the AAHW was right. christoff was right. hank is heartless; willing to turn on anyone as soon as they stop being useful to them, eager to rack up their kill count. our perception of hank was flipped on its head, and it was made painfully clear what they truly are; an antagonist. the only true antagonist in the entire series. someone who just wants to cause chaos, splatter blood, just for the sake of it, with zero moral compass whatsoever. this was a painful ending, nothing was solved, we don't know what happened to our favorite duo, and everything had this bitter aftertaste to it. and that's why i honestly think it's an amazing ending. it hit HARD, it was bitter to the very goddamn core, and this would not have been possible without the story's writing. hank, as a final, personal antagonist was amazing. as much as it hurt to watch, it was an amazing finale. at least, for now. more content is on its way, but we know one thing for sure now; hank is irredeemable. completely, and utterly irredeemable. they're everything christoff and the AAHW made them out to be; violent, heartless, bloodthirsty. we thought sanford and deimos were safe from this, that they were the only soft spot in their heart, but that was turned on its head completely. and as much as i would love for our original perception of hank to come back, as much as it hurts to have this revelation, i can't deny how well it was written in. my respects to krinkels and everyone who worked on this game. it was one hell of an experience, and the ending had me thinking for HOURS. and in conclusion; hank was the best twist antagonist we could have possibly ever had. EDIT/SIDENOTE: so another thing of note. during the entire game, hank has their iconic face mask on, from start to finish, no matter how fucked you get, how much of a beating they tank, the mask stays on. until they shoot christoff in the back; at which point, the mask is completely gone, and hank starts showing these traits i mentioned before. i don't think i need to point out the symbolism of this, tbh. pretty obvious, and an indicator this mighta been planned from the start

#madness combat #sanford #deimos #hank j wimbleton #madness project nexus #project nexus spoilers

[amor-immortalem]

You’re Important to Me

Warnings: thoughts and ideations of the un-aliving variety

Genre: Angst but it gets a lil fluffy at the end

Pairing: Mammon x oc

Summary: The way the witches and his brothers treat him leaves Mammon feeling replaceable and unimportant. His human takes it upon herself to try and make him feel better after finding out something heartbreaking.

A/N: since I hit 150 followers either last night or the day before, I figured I would do something a little different for tonight’s post and give y’all a little 2 part fic instead of art. I haven’t written in a long time and this is not proofread so please excuse any typos. I’m a little rusty.

Part 2| Part 3| Part 4

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Another day full of studying for upcoming exams at RAD completed and Arella couldn’t be more greatful to finally shut her texts books. Sure, she technically didn’t have to meet the same standards as her demon classmates this time around, but if only one thing could be said about Arella, it was that she was a perfectionist at heart. She’d put in the hard work to get the best possible score- seeing the look of surprise on Satan’s face as she scored better than him would be worth it too, as much as a pipe dream that that would be.

With a soft yawn, Arella pushed away from her desk before grabbing a nightshirt she had stolen borrowed from her boyfriend and stumbled to her bathroom for a quick shower. As she brushed her teeth, she could feel a presence enter her room- well more like she could hear him. Mammon was never all that quiet or stealthy to begin with as much as he’d like to claim otherwise.

Peeking out from the small ensuite, she saw the demon sprawled out on her bed, his face buried in her pillows. Something didn’t feel right. Deciding the shower could wait, Arella made her way across the room to where the bed was located.

“Hey,” She started, gently placing a hand on his back to let him know she was there, “I thought you said you’d be out late with the Witches. Did something happen?”

“Not really….” Mammon starts, his voice muffled by the pillows before he turned to face her. “They got all they could get out of me so they jus’ let me go and I wasn’t havin’ a good time anyway so I jus’ came home….”

Arella frowned at his tone. He sounded upset, depressed almost.

“An’ then the moment I walk in the door, Lucifer’s on my ass ‘bout some stupid fuckin’ bill that came in…. So I got to sit there ‘n listen to him go on an’ on about how I’m such a fuck up and what worthless scum I am, not to mention the rest of my brothers took the first chance they could to hop on the bandwagon and I’m….. I’m just so tired.” At this, Mammon flops over onto his back, throwing an arm over his face.

“Mammon…” Her voice is soft, full of concern as tries unsuccessfully to pull his arm away so she could look him in the eyes.

“Arella, Am I important….?” Mammon asks as he tries -but fails- to hide the way his voice cracks. “Would everyone just be happier if I was….. gone?”

Its that question that shatters her heart to tiny fragments.

“Wha- Of course you are, Love. Why would you say that? I know your brothers take things too far sometimes but they’d be devastated if something happened to you. I would be heartbroken if anything happened to you. We all love you so much, Honey….”

“It doesn’t feel like it,” Mammon barked out a laugh that sounded bitter. “Not with the way they rag on me like they do…. Actually, they’d probly be jumpin’ for joy if I were to off myself- don’t know why I ain’t done it already….”

“Mammon, don’t talk like that. You’re scaring me.”

“Its true though. If I take myself out, then they won’t ever have to deal with the consequences when I fuck up. Won’t have to worry ‘bout me stealin’ their shit to get my hands on some extra grimm.

“Stop it right now, please.”

“It’s not like they’d miss me much anyway. You probly would but let’s face it, ya could do so much better than me anyway... Ya know, I got this pills that I swiped the other day, plannin’ ta sell ‘em an’ all but I think-“

“Mammon, stop!” Arella pressed her hands over his mouth to keep him from finishing his sentence “Please. No more….. No…. More.”

She collapsed down to his chest as violent sobs erupted from her. She had lost someone to suicide before, she couldn’t and wouldn’t go through that again- especially not with the person who was most important to her.

“I’m here for you. I will always be here fir you.,” Arella tightened her hold on the demon beneath her, her body still shuddering with each breath she took in a miserable attempt to compose herself. “So please. Please just don’t do it.”

At her tears, the demon could only react with silence. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when letting his feelings out but it wasn’t a reaction like this.

Maybe part of him was hoping for her to agree with him and let her words feed into his terrible mood, or maybe part of him wanted Arella to scold him for daring to even think about taking his own life but there wasn’t any part of him that wanted her to react with sobs and wails, with her begging him not to go through with it.

Slowly, Mammon brought his arms to wrap around her, holding her tight against his chest. They were quiet for a long while as they just held each other.

“I’m….. I’m sorry….” Mammon was the first to speak, to break the silence that had suddenly become suffocating. “I don’t know what I was talking about….”

Arella didn’t reply right away, choosing instead to hold him just a little tighter a bit long.

“Do you feel better now that you’ve talked about what’s going through your mind?” She lifted her head from its place on his chest to look him in the eyes for the first time that night.

She smiled softly as he nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re so important both to your brothers and to me. There’s no one like you in the all of the three realms. If you weren’t here our lives would be so much darker and so much more boring, do you know that?”

“Yeah, I doubt that.”

“No it’s true,” Arella hums, as she pushes his hair back and places a peck to his forehead. “You want to know something else?”

“What?” Mammon arches a brow, “if it’s something cheesy, I’m leaving.”

Arella laughs at that. “I love you more than anything in this life or the next, and, no, you’re staying in here where I can see you.”

“What? C’mon, babe, I won’t do anything stupid, so don’t worry ‘bout me. And the last thing I need is Lucifer gettin’ at me because I spent the night in here when I shoulda been in my room.”

“Then I won’t give you a choice.” She starts matter of factly, “I’m invoking our pact. You’re sleeping in my room tonight where I can keep you close and pamper you all night. Also you’re going to tell me where you’ve hidden those pills you were talking about earlier and if their in one of your safes, you’re going to tell me the combination to it.”

“Arella, I-“ he groaned starting to complain

“No. This is important, Baby. I’m doing this because I care. Not to mention if Lucifer were to somehow find you in possession of those pills….. his rage would be so great that not even I would be able to stand between you two.”

Another moment of silence happened between them as Arella’s orders went into effect. Mammon let out a soft, discontented growl before finally breaking the silence.

“Fiiiiine. They’re in the safe that’s hidden in my pool table. The combination it 0127. Happy?”

“Very.” She replies cheerily. “Now, you’d better get comfortable, sir, because I’m going to remind The Great Mammon just how amazing, how wonderful , how special, and how loved he is.”

“Whatever, you dork, jus’ get off a me so I can move to a better spot.” He huffed as he shifted around under her, trying to hide the faint blush was already threatening to make itself at home of his cheeks.

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Masterlist 2

#tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: suicide ideation #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date? #obey me mammon #om! mammon #mammon #mammon angst #mammon fluff #obey me oc #om! oc #f!mc #obey me f!mc #om! f!mc #obey me angst

[atsuminthe]

Cuddlebug

—No matter the circumstance, Bokuto gives the best cuddles.

warnings: female reader, 18+, unprotected sex, plain vanilla sex, unedited

"BABY OWL!!"

In spite of being startled awake from the little nap you've taken in the armchair—and regtetting it, from the slight soreness in your legs—your lips curl into a smile as Bokuto tosses his gym bag on the floor and throws his hands in the air, ready to pounce on you in the tiny space left the armchair has. You throw your own hands in the air to stop him, but it's too late—he already squishes himself inbetween you and the stiff pillowy arm of the armchair.

"I missed you, baby!" he exclaims, hugging you close and emphasizing every word with a kiss. Your giggles and the sound of wet smooches fills the room as Bokuto's relentless assault on your face continues.

"I missed you too, Ko, but please—you're suffocating me!" you giggle and push his face away from you. He's stronger than you, however, and pushing him away only brings him closer. "At least move us on a more spacious surface!"

"But I'm comfortable here," he whines, resembling a big teddy bear. You pat his head, and his grip on you loosens just enough for you to breathe properly, to which you laugh and smoosh your cheek on his. "I don't want to move. You're comfy, babe."

"Your back will hurt if you stay curled up like that, Ko," you point out, and while he doesn't want to admit, it is a bit painful to stay compressed like that—so he does tbe first thing that crosses his mind: lift you up, make himself comfortable in the armchair and plop you on his lap. Your squeaks make Bokuto laugh and he kisses both of your cheeks, sighing softly when you place your head on his shoulder, allowing himself to relax for a few moments.

"You love me, right, baby?" he asks—not for reassurance, but because he likes to hear you saying that—and you giggle, then nod, wiggling in his lap to make yourself comfortable. "I love you too. So, so much—I think I might explode," he breathes, slowly and needily, and you can feel his hardening cock press against your thigh.

You rise from your spot, throwing your legs on each side of him, basically straddling him, and you rub your clothed cunt against him. The groan that escapes him is so low, so guttural, that it makes your thighs quiver slightly—and he knows, so he places his big hands on your legs to keep you in place. Leaning down, you press your forehead on Bokuto's—and being the eager man he is, he licks his lips, pressing them over yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. It's sloppy, very sloppy—teeth clash together, tongues interwine, drool rolls from the corner of your mouth—but it's Bokuto. Feral, impatient, insatiable.

Your clothes disappear in a matter of seconds, as do his—his hands roam your chest, mouth hungrily nipping at the soft skin of your neck. Bokuto lets out a low growl and presses you flush against him, tipping your face down with the tip of his nose. His lips crash on yours again, and his intoxicating scent surrounds you. Grinding desperately against him, your wet folds rub against the sensitive skin of his cock—he stops you, helping you line your hole with it, palms squishing the soft fat of your ass. Once preparations are complete, he doesn't hesitate to slam your hips down on his cock, bottoming out in an instant and making you arch your back, shuddering violently as you cry out from the sudden intrusion. Bokuto rubs your back soothingly, catching the lobe of your ear between his teeth and nibbling at it.

"It's ok, baby, I'm here—hold onto me, just like that—I won't let you go," he mumbles inbetween kisses to your ear and jaw, and your nails scratch his back in an attempt to ground yourself. "Deep breaths, baby—that's it, you're doing great—just a bit more and I'll make you feel good, okay?" he promises, reaching to place a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. You nod weakly, placing your head on his shoulder as he cradles it with one of his hands. And just like he promised, the stretch transitions from painful to delicious, and you start moving your hips up and down his length—slowly, to thoroughy enjoy the moment. He holds you close, chests glued to one another, hearts almost hammering out of your chests. Your moans and whimpers fill the room, and Bokuto swallows each of them after he kisses you roughly, making sure you can feel him everywhere.

"Ko, 'm—'m cumming..." you gasp, your orgasm drawing closer, both from the size of his cock and the intimacy conveyed in such a simple, carnal act. He whispers an encouragement, watching you come undone from his ministrations. With a groan, he empties himself inside of you—panting gently, you relax in his arms as he hugs you closer to his chest, then grabs a blanket and covers both of your forms with it

"Ko, we need to clean up," you argue, vocie faltering as you can sense fatigue creeping up on you. He shushes you and places a loving kiss on your forehead.

"We can do that later," he counters. "You're such a good girl—good fuckin' girl. I love you. You were amazing."

You fall asleep smothered in kisses, surrounded by heat and held tight by the man of your dreams.

Bokuto adores you, with every fiber of his body.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto smut #haikyuu bokuto #[ minty’s kitchen treats — pepper ] #bokuto kōtarō

[severelytalentless]

Chemistry Part 4

FlirtyFuckboy!Gojo x VirginLabPartner!Reader x BadBoy!Getou

Let’s fucking go..

This one got a little long. Idgaf. I’m horny.

18+ content: strong language & sexual scenarios, intoxication (drug and alcohol), dubcon, dirty talk, soft-ish dom!getou, voyeurism, bondage, rough oral sex m!receiving, fingering, penetration, orgasm withholding, etc.

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(Magnets - A-trak remix)

“Hold up...”

Getou grabs the bottle from your hand as you trip down the hall with Gojo. All three of your hearts are racing with anticipation, alcohol coursing through your veins. You and Gojo spin around to face him.

“We’ve got all night..” he flicks the cap off the handle and takes a swig. He nods to his right, toward the packed living room. The music is blaring, everyone is dancing and the haze has increased exponentially since you arrived. He walks up and tugs you out of Gojo’s grasp, licking the alcohol off his lips.

“I wanna see you dance..”

You giggle and glance back to Gojo as Getou smacks your ass, coaxing you onto the dance floor. The two of them post up against the wall and watch as you turn to them and run your fingers through your hair, backing toward the writhing crowd.

This song is infectious. You grin and close your eyes, letting the music take you. Your body moves on its own, encouraged by the liquor and thumping tempo. You feel incredibly uninhibited, rolling your hips, touching all over your body, dancing just for them. You pull out all the stops and shake some ass, really giving them a show.

They can’t take their eyes off you. The lights flash, hitting your body, lighting up your blissed-out face and the way you look over to them with smoldering eyes. You’ve got them hypnotized.

Getou can't believe his eyes. Never in a million years would he expect this from a girl like you. He wasn't convinced when Gojo told him about you. He tends to exaggerate when he's excited about something. He just didn't think you had this in you, the quiet little bookworm he hadn't really noticed in class. But damn, Gojo wasn't kidding. You're a whole lot of trouble just waiting to happen. He’s itching to get his hands dirty.

“Does she know how hot she is?” Getou passes the handle to Gojo. Gojo laughs and kicks back the bottle. He swallows and shakes his head.

“She has no idea..”

“Fuck dude..” Getou rolls his eyes and bites his smirk as you catch his gaze.

“I told you..” Gojo thumps the bottle into Getou's chest and pushes off the wall, b-lining at you.

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(Money on me - snakehips + Anderson paak)

Strong hands spread around your hips, pulling you back sharply against him. You reach up behind you and stroke his neck, arching back into him. You grind together to the music, and you can’t wipe this tipsy grin off your face. You’re having so much fun. You don’t care who sees you push your ass back on his hips. You don’t care what those other girls think. Your heart is racing. You feel fucking amazing.

“You’re the hottest thing in here..” you’re the only one who can hear his praise in your ear over the music. It makes groan and you push back on him harder. His grip tightens on your hips. You steal the shades off his nose and giggle as you put them on. The room gets even darker and you lose sight of Getou.

Suddenly, he’s in front of you, three shots between his fingers. Gojo’s hand slides up your neck and tilts your head back. Getou pours one into your open mouth. The burn feels so good. They down the other two and Getou’s hands are on you in an instant. He presses into you, trapping your body between them. His cologne smells sexy as hell.

You pant and lick your lips as his thigh pushes in between your legs. You’ve got one hand in Gojo’s hair, the other hanging onto Getou’s neck, grinding on both of them shamelessly in the middle of the floor. You feel both of their cocks stiff against you, only getting harder.

Your movements become more and more sexual. Gojo ruts into you from behind, pushing you hard into Getou’s thigh. They're working together to force more friction against your clit, and it's to die for. Their hands are all over you. You drop your head back against Gojo’s chest and Getou leans down, kissing on your neck. You moan out loud into the deafening music. No one hears you but them.

Getou looks up and nods to Gojo, and next thing you know they're pulling you back into the hall and helping you up the stairs.

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(sex - cheat codes)

“I’ll take these..” Gojo reclaims his shades and you can finally see again. Your back thumps against the door, his tongue is in your mouth, hands tugging on your clothes. He fumbles for the doorknob and you practically fall into the room, stumbling back into the foot of his bed.

When did he move his bed?

You break the kiss and look around. This isn't Gojo’s room. You look behind him as he kisses down your neck and Getou steps in casually, locking the door. He sets the bottle on his desk and pulls the chair out, sits down, and opens a drawer. You watch him lean over to fiddle with something he pulled out.

“Hey, you can play with him later..” Gojo pulls your attention back to him. His tone is tinged with just the slightest bit of jealously.

“Maybe she's tired of playing with you, Satoru..” Getou glances up and catches your eyes. You raise an eyebrow and he smirks as he rolls something between his fingers. Gojo scoffs and keeps kissing hastily along your jaw. You really like the way Getou is looking at you.

“Kinda wanna fuck around with both of you..” your drunken arousal throws bold words out of your mouth with no filter. They both stop and look up at you.

Getou chuckles and licks the joint before rolling it closed. He walks over, nudging Gojo, maintaining eye contact with you.

“Be careful what you wish for..” he flicks a lighter and sparks the joint before passing it to Gojo. You watch him take a hit and exhale thick smoke.

“Show her how to shotgun..” Gojo passes it back, Getou cocks his head, and pulls in a long hit.

You look up a little confused but honestly, you're game for anything these two wanna do to you.

Getou waves his finger subtly for you to lean closer and his mouth meets yours before he exhales. He breathes the smoke into your mouth and you inhale without thinking. It's sour and hot. They both laugh a little as you cough it back out.

“Obedient little thing, huh?” Getou passes it off again and admires your glassy eyes.

“When she wants to be..” Gojo teases and you furrow your brows at him. Getou steps in. Your defiant little pout makes his cock throb. His hand comes around the back of your neck, his thumb presses across your throat. He can feel the blood pumping through your vein.

“Maybe a collar would help her behave..” he feels your heartbeat quicken at the suggestion.

“She does like it rough..” Gojo's voice is low and hushed. Getou sweeps your hair over your shoulder and leans in your ear.

“Is that true, bunny?..” Your pulse spikes down into your core at the way he growls the question. You sigh and go docile, nodding as he breaths down your neck.

“She can be a very naughty girl..” You glance at Gojo as he takes another drag. Getou catches your chin and lifts your attention back up at him. His eyes hold a dark excitement, it’s borderline sinister.

“Has she ever been punished?” he tightens his grip around your neck just a touch. Your breath catches on the pressure on your throat and the intensity of his gaze.

Everything starts moving in slow motion, all your senses are buzzing; warm, and rich. He feels you swallow in his grasp.

“Not yet..” Gojo shakes his head with a grin as he returns to the chair across the way, opening another drawer in the desk. Getou tilts his head and raises an eyebrow at you before releasing your throat. The head rush that follows makes you dizzy.

“Take off her top..” Gojo states his instructions while rummaging in the desk. Getou’s hands ghost down your sides and he begins to undress you. You see his eyes glow as he unveils your lacey bra. Your tits look fucking perfect. Gojo clicks his tongue.

“Bet she's wearing matching panties..” Of course, he knows what you've got on. Getou slowly traces the edge of your bra, teasing a strap off your shoulder.

“Well?” There's that low growl again, chills shake up your spine. He smirks down at you.

You smirk back and shimmy off your bottoms. Getou hums in approval.

“Fuckin’ called it..” Gojo appears behind Getou again, passing him the joint...and a little leather collar with a shiny gold ring on the front. They both watch you bite down on your smile as your eyes go wide.

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(had some drinks - two feet)

“Pretty..” you whisper and they grin.

“Just like you..” Getou pins the joint between his lips and wraps the collar around your neck, buckling it at the nape.

It's a snug fit, just tight enough that your pulse causes pressure as it rushes under the leather up to your head. A delicious knot pulls just as tight in your core. You become violently aware of how much you like the thought of being his little pet.

You wanna be good for him. So, so good for him.

Getou passes the joint to Gojo and curls his finger through the ring, pulling you to his lips. You close your eyes as his tongue slips in against yours, he sends more smoke down into your lungs. He watches it rise back out of your open mouth.

You've never felt like this before. The smoke is making your body vibrate. The alcohol is making you brave. The collar is making you want to sin.

The look in your heavy eyes is screaming for sex.

Getou is reading it loud and clear.

Gojo chuckles. You’re so fucking high and horny.

“Go easy on her, Suguru..don't scare her off..”

“But she wants it..don't you...” he tugs the ring a little more, looking down his nose at you.

You eye fuck him right back.

A slutty stoned smile pulls at your parted lips. You give him a lazy nod. He leans down by your ear. His whisper is so low Gojo doesn't hear his words, but they both hear you whimper in response.

“I’m gonna fuck you up..”

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(such a whore - potato remix)

He's so different.

He's not impatient like Gojo. Not teasing and toying and tugging at you like Gojo.

His touches are calculated and subtle. Gentle yet commanding. He's not asking. He's telling.

Something about him intimidates you, but you've never been more turned on. You’ve barely been touched and there's a throbbing, slippery mess between your thighs.

He’s very pleased.

“Does she have a safe word..” Getou asks over his shoulder, his eyes never leave you. You swallow hard.

“Nope.” Gojo’s grin is demonic. Getou runs his fingers through your hair and shakes his head.

“So fucking innocent. How about mercy?”

You nod and he leads you by your neck over to his bed.

“She doesn’t have a gag reflex either..” Gojo adds mischievously, palming his growing cock through his trousers. Getou leans in close again, his whispers are deliberately quiet.

“We’ll see about that..” your dry mouth floods with saliva.

Getou releases the ring and sits on the bed, reaching underneath. He pulls out a gold chain leash and your heart thumps into your ribs. The links are small and the leather loop at the end matches your collar. It clinks as he wraps it around his fist and gives you a beckoning nod.

“On your knees..”

You drop immediately and sit back on your heels between his wide-spread thighs. You can see his bulge protruding in his trousers. He looks bigger than Gojo. You wanna see it. Wanna taste it. You lick your lips and your hands start to wander up his thighs.

He leans forward quickly, clipping the leash to your collar and yanking you up on your knees into his face. You gasp at the harsh correction, the knot twists in your core.

“Who said you could touch?” He hisses down at you, still holding the chain taught in one hand. You choke out a whimper and take your hands off him.

“Easy..she doesn’t know any better.” Gojo pipes up, he watches intently as his best friend roughly handles you. He loves seeing you so vulnerable. Getou leers at you and leans back.

“The cuffs are in that drawer too..” He lets off on the leash and you sink back down to the floor. Your cheeks burn and you feel lace slide freely over your wet folds.

Gojo walks up next to you and hands one over, they each take a wrist and strap them tight. Everything matches, down to the little gold clips that snap together. Gojo grips your hair and tilts your head back to look up at him.

“Be good for him, bunny...don’t make him mad.”

You never thought being manhandled and bound like this would make you so hot. You’re so accustomed to having control. You’ve never had to take orders. But this submissiveness is dangerously satisfying, clicking into position like a puzzle piece.

“Yes sir..” the new words roll off your tongue with ease.

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(swim/okay/slowdown - chase atlantic)

Fuck, it’s huge..

Getou smirks at you with his shirt in his teeth, his monstrous cock laying proud against his perfect abs. It must be at least 3" thick. He looks so fucking sexy leaned back on the bed like that. He catches the little glimmer of intimidation that flashes in your eyes. He strokes himself and pulls your lease, tugging you closer.

“I wanna see you choke on it..” he taps the head on your lips, and hums as your tongue licks out and around the tip. He wraps the chain over his knuckles once more, forcing your mouth over him. You open wide and stretch your lips around him. It’s so thick and smooth, you drool down the shaft and look up through your lashes at him. You wanna please him, impress him, take him deep. You hum and lick your way down.

“That’s it bunny, you can take it..” Gojo fists his own cock, thoroughly enjoying this. His encouragement strokes your ego. You relax your jaw and push him down into your throat. You hear Getou cuss as you suck and bob on his thick cock, taking as much as you can.

You're about to bottom out when he bucks up into you. You gag in surprise and try to back off, but the leash clinks tight, holding you down. He bucks again and your eyes water. You moan and squirm.

“Uh-uh, I said choke on it, slut..” you feel your cunt clench. No one's ever called you a slut.

Why’s that so hot?

His cock pummels the back of your throat, smothering your whimpers. Tears roll off your lashes. You realize he’s not going to stop.

A switch flips inside you. You stop struggling, it’s harder if you struggle. You submit to the abuse and let him fuck your throat raw. A sick little part of you starts to enjoy it. It’s not long before he grips your head and holds you down, fully blocking your airway.

“Good fuckin’ girl..” the growled praise makes your eyes roll back.

Fuck that’s hot. Why is this so hot?

You push your mouth down even further and he groans, you feel his hot cum pour down your throat. He exhales heavily and releases the chain, pulling your mouth off him by your hair. You gasp and cough and whine.

“Damn.” Gojo huffs, jerking on his swollen cock in the desk chair.

“Don’t think I didn’t feel that.. greedy little cocksucker.” Getou is breathless and seriously impressed. You just swallowed him whole and pushed for more.

He watches you pant and wipe your tears with your bound hands. How are you so fucking cute and filthy at the same time?

“Up.” The chain pulls tight again and you mewl as he practically drags you onto the bed. You lay on your back panting as he crawls over you and pins your wrists over your head. You hear a click as he secures the cuffs to a strap on the bed frame. His hands slide down your body until he reaches your panties, pulling them down to your knees.

"Oh fuck.." Your skin is so sensitive, you whine and squirm at his light touch. He leans over you, breathing in your ear.

“Don’t fuss or I’ll tie your legs down too..” his tone is diabolically calm. He’s all too comfortable with this kind of power. So confident in his ability to ruin you, he doesn’t even need to be aggressive.

He stares you down and watches your lusty reaction as his fingers slip between your folds.

“What a mess..” he purrs and coats them with your slick.

The intoxicants in your system amplify every sensation. Your cuffs snap tight and you cry out as he rubs your poor swollen clit around in circles, driving you instantly insane. He hums in approval.

"She does make pretty sounds.."

He licks up the side of your neck over the collar, then pushes two fingers inside you. Your body shudders and you cuss under your breath. He starts curling them slow and firm into your g-spot.

“Suguru-fuck! Please-oh-fuck..” your back arches off the bed and you yank on your restraints. He chuckles into your neck.

“Fuck your please...What? You gonna cry? D’you wanna cum?” He’s relentless inside you, taunting you, pushing you, pleasing you. His thumb presses up against your clit and you squeal in sweet distress.

“YES! Yes-ye-huuhn-I ne-need it-please!“ you babble like an idiot. Everything feels so fucking good. The knot inside you aches and stretches. You wanna cum so bad it hurts.

“No.”

You gasp and whimper as he suddenly removes his sticky fingers from your desperate hole. You’re reeling from your withheld climax, you feel him pull your panties off and he shoves them in your mouth. His hands grip your knees and spread you wide open. He nods down at you with a sick grin.

“Now you cum.”

He buries his entire length inside you all at once, filling every corner of your tight wet cunt with his thick throbbing cock. He doesn’t move.

Oh my fucking god...

He watches eyes roll up into your skull, you pull helplessly on the tie-down and cum immediately. Your feral moans are muffled by the soaked lace in your mouth.

“Good girl.. fucking take it..” he growls over you and rocks his hips torturously against you, pushing even deeper as you spasm and gush around him. Your mind is fucking gone.

He feels your climax ripping through you as your body seizes and jerks, but he holds you down under his weight, relishing your fucked out tearful face. Driving you crazy is so deeply satisfying.

When your cries settle down to whimpers, he pulls out of you, still rock hard and glistening with your slick. Your body feels heavy and spent, and he hasn't even really fucked you yet.

You watch him straighten up and dress himself. You look to Gojo and see him wiping his cum off his hand as he pulls his trousers back up. You're still chained to the bed with your panties in your mouth. You wriggle and huff pathetically at them as they both turn for the door.

"Sit tight bunny, we've got all night.." Getou grabs the bottle from the desk and opens the door, Gojo fixes his glasses on his nose and grins at you.

"We'll be back to play in a little while.."

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@himiko-omikami @ambiguous-something @darkrose1989 @loveusandoor

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo x you #getou smut #getou suguru smut #getou x you #getou x y/n

[soulwillower]

tozier • ben hanscom

(ben hanscom x tozier!reader smut)

requested: okay so once regular requests open, here's my idea. so the reader and richie are siblings and they absolutely hate each other and to get under his sisters skin, he fucks her best friend. so in sheer anger she decides to fuck all of his

warnings: swearing, smut, unedited bc im a lazy asshole 

ok guys here’s part one of the new series! i’ll probably have to go back in and edit some stuff n probably change the name but lmk what u guys think and what u wanna see for the next parts :) 

[losers and reader are in college in this.]

2.8k words

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you know richie pretty well, if you say so yourself. hell, you grew up with him - you've known him your whole entire life and even now, as 19 and 20 year olds, you're still at each other’s throats constantly. 

naturally, growing up with richie as your brother was full of ups and downs - like the time that you were still a baby in your crib and he'd curiously wandered into your nursery and twisted your finger, causing it to break. or, that time when you two got into a fight over who took the last of the ice cream in the freezer and didn't speak to each other for almost three whole days.

but there were really good times, too - like when richie picked you up after your disastrous senior prom night and drank vodka with you in the back of his pickup truck while you threw rocks at the creepy house on neibolt street. or the time where you bought him a new pair of glasses so your parents wouldn't kill him for breaking them and he bought you ice cream for a month as a thank you. 

richie was the most frustrating, annoying, rude, arrogant older brother, and yet even when you were away at separate colleges, you talked on the phone almost every night.

you share one of those really, really competitive relationships - a lot of it, you’ve realized, stems from your parents constantly pitting you two against each other to vie for their attention and praise. but no matter, you still hated richie most of the time and he hated you just as much. 

but right now, you might fucking murder him.

you have so much hatred for him as you storm down your stairs, phone clutched violently in your palm as you stalk into the basement, hollering, "richard!" at the top of your lungs. it's a hot august afternoon and you've just come back from the pool with your best friend, now filled to the brim with white hot rage for your brother. 

when you'd been at the pool, cecily, your best friend, had stretched her neck and you'd noticed a hickey (naturally, you'd teased her about it). but when you pried, she got secretive and defensive until it finally slipped out that the boy she'd been with was none other than your gangly, stupid older brother, richie.

you were completely disgusted and beyond addled as to why she'd choose richie, of all people, but more than that you were extremely pissed and stormed off, driving home with knuckles tight against the steering wheel.

and now, as you make it down to the last step of the basement, you're aware that you're still in your bathing suit with shorts thrown haphazardly on top as you storm towards your fuckwit brother.

he and all of the losers he hung out with are down here, sprawled on the large sofas and on the floor in front of the tv. you don't dare break your eye contact with richie as you glare, face heated with anger.

"well hey there, little sis. what's got your knickers in a knot?" he says with a lopsided grin that you just want to punch clean off his face. he's sitting between ben and bill and you turn a little pink as you notice both boys’ eyes on your body. yet you barely think for a second before slapping richie straight across his cheek, hard. 

the slap is a sickening sound as it quiets the whole room - you can feel bev's eyes on you, hear eddie's short gasp, and see out of the corner of your eyes as stan turns his head to watch the scene. richie stares at you, hand on his cheek. "what the hell, y/n?" he asks with a glare as he stands up, rising to his full height above you. but you’re not afraid. 

"you talk to cecily today?" you ask with feigned sweetness, a sick smile on your face as you cross your arms. richie just blinks at you, mouth opening and closing like the dumbass he is. "how long have you been fucking her?" you ask when he says nothing.

the room bursts in exclamations after your words - from mike's "you didn't." to bill's "what the f-fuck is wrong with you, m-man?" and ben's, "oh my god, dude."

richie just shakes his head, looking way too casual as he places a hand on your shoulder with a grin, "y/n/n, can we talk about this later? we’re trying to watch jeopardy." he smirks, but you immediately shake his arm off, recoiling in frustration as you glare at him. "no, richie! you’ve been fucking my best friend! my ONLY friend!" you ask, shaking your head. “you’re such a shitty person, i fucking hate you. why did you do it?” 

 as you make eye contact, he sighs almost forlornly, as if he’s about to apologize. but this is richie, so of course he doesn’t. "....she's just so fuckin’ hot." he says with a grin. 

you take a sharp breath, rubbing your face with your hands as you back away towards the stairs.

"c'mon, sis! don't be so sensitive." he calls to your back and you can practically hear the nasty grin in his voice. you hear eddie hiss, "quit being a fucking asshole." to your brother and you want to scream. "don't fucking talk to me, richie." you snap as you make it up the stairs, ignoring richie as he laughs his stupid hyena laughter. 

you're finally changed out of your suit and into a shirt and shorts by the time you've calmed down enough to take a few deep breaths. a knock makes you jump, though, and you glare at the closed door. as you're about to yell for whoever it is to go away, you're stopped by a voice.

"hey, y/n." ben's voice sounds through the door, and it's almost shocking how quickly your shoulders relax. you smile shyly as you open the door, your heart beating wildly, this time not from anger but out of your proximity to ben.

ben hanscom had been your brother’s friend for a while, and you simply did not understand. all of them are jackasses, richie being the king of the pack, but ben really does seem to be so fucking genuine. maybe it’s because you’ve always had a small thing for him, but then again it may just be because you’re furious with richie. 

"hi, ben. sorry i was.... sorry about that." you say awkwardly as he walks into your room and shuts the door gently. he laughs quietly as he leans against your wall, looking down at you knowingly. "it's richie's fault. you have every right to be mad. he’s a dick sometimes"

you nod thoughtfully, touched that ben came to check in on you. "i know he is. you know, i'm not even mad that they had sex, honestly, i’m just mad because i know he did it to piss me off." you say, biting your lip as you stare up at ben, his hair glinting under the soft light of your lamp. 

ben nods as he reaches out to rub your shoulder, making your stomach flutter as you look up at him. "if i can be honest, you two have the weirdest relationship i've ever seen, y/n. i'm sorry he did that and didn’t tell you, that's really unfair."

you smile lightly at the floor where your feet point towards his. "well now i have, like, nobody to hang out with this summer." you mumble, thinking about how cecily is really your only friend from derry, and how all your college friends live hundreds of miles away.

you shrug, leaning into ben's touch. "you have me to keep me company, though." he says with a shy grin, cheeks heating up at your smile.

"oh, just you? i like the sound of that." you ask, lifting a brow playfully. he chuckles a bit at your look and it makes your chest flutter.

"yeah, of course you do, y/n." he says as he pulls you into a hug. he's warm and smells like cinnamon cologne and it makes your chest glow sweetly. you pull back only slightly, hands sliding up to his chest as you look into his golden eyes. "ben..." you whisper softly, eyes going down to his lips and then bouncing back up, not wanting to make a move if he's not comfortable with it.

he clearly is thinking the same thing, because you're both moving closer and closer, his hands lightly squeezing your hips as he stares at you with hooded eyes. "yeah?" he asks, just as quietly. you swallow, wanting nothing more than to just close the gap just to see what it'd be like. to have one of richie's friends, for a change.

you don't know how to initiate it, though. "do you want to-"

"yes." he rushes out quickly, apprehension only flashing across his face just after he'd rushed out the answer, in fear that you'd been overwhelmed by his enthusiasm. but it's enough for you, and you grin slightly before pulling him into a kiss.

his lips are hot on yours, your hair still drying from the chlorine at the pool as his fingers tangle in the strands. you moan a bit out of shock, having not kissed anyone in a while and feeling touch starved. his hands are strong and soft in all the best ways and you try not to smirk as you think about your stupid brother sitting in the basement, currently unaware of what you’re about to do with one of his best friends upstairs. 

but then, just as your hand slips to the hem of ben’s jeans, he pulls back a bit. “is this a bad idea?” he asks.

you sigh, looking away. “yes.” you say with barely any hesitation. “but i don’t fucking care.” you say honestly, and ben grins, “well, me neither. you’re...” he looks you up and down before smiling. “so fucking pretty.” he ends with and your stomach flutters, face growing hot at the compliment. 

"but i don't want to, like.... t-take advantage of this situation, or-" ben starts, but you shake your head, biting your lip as you stare at him. he's so fucking amazing, so caring. he's always been like this - respectful, considerate, and interested in your well being, which really just makes you want him even more.

"no, ben, i... i really want this. if-if you do too." you say honestly, fiddling with your fingers as you watch him through your lashes. he grins as he nods. "you sure?"

you giggle, pulling him towards you by his neck. "yes. are you, ben?" you ask as he leans down closer. "definitely." he whispers against your lips, his breath coming out in a short huff. and then his lips are on yours, pressing strongly and fully as you stumble a bit, grasping him tightly as you kiss back.

he presses you against him, hand at the small of your back as he moves his tongue deftly against your lip, exploring your mouth as you suppress a moan. one moment later, you pull back a bit.

"you're not..." you trail off, and he shakes his head. "no, are you?" he asks, and you also shake your head as you cup his cheek and pull him back in for a kiss. "me neither." you mutter, falling back down onto the mattress, hand blindly fumbling around inside your bedside drawer for your box of condoms.

he's kissing down your neck, his hands palming your breasts softly as you finally pull one out and set it beside you, wrapping your arms back around his neck.

he grinds slowly against you and you let out an embarrassedly loud moan at the friction against your clothed clit. he's already pretty hard and your mind flickers to the basement, how chilly it had been against your skin and how your swimsuit top probably didn't leave much to the imagination as you'd stood right in front of him. it makes you giddy at the thought of ben's eyes on you, his mind drifting to what you'd look like underneath him.

which is where you are right now, as he rolls the condom onto himself and pumps slowly. you kick your shorts and underwear off, aching and dripping with need as he slides between your legs, bracing himself with one arm above you.

"ready?" he asks softly and you let out a strangled whimper as you feel him line up at your entrance, teasing your folds a bit and making your hips buck. "yes." you say, staring deep into his eyes.

ben grasps your hand then, steading both you and him as he eases into you, sinking slowly and letting out a shuddering breath. you let out a small whine at the feeling of ben stretching you out, having been too antsy and not having enough time or patience for foreplay. once he's fully inside you, he kisses your cheek and gives you a few moments to adjust as you breathe into his neck.

and then he starts to move, his hips rolling slowly as he fills you up and hits a perfect spot inside you, your toes curling almost immediately. "oh god, ben." you moan out and that makes his hips move fluidly as he thrusts into you, kissing your neck softly as you whimper in pleasure.

the hand that isn't steadying himself above you holding your hand dances around you; exploring your curves, fingers lightly tracing over the stretch marks on your hips and then his palm sliding to caress your sides, his touch making your skin feel on fire.

after a few more minutes, he picks up the pace, hips angled slightly deeper and making your toes curl. he starts to moan every few thrusts, right into the shell of your ear, and it pushes you closer and closer to that feeling growing in your abdomen.

"shit, y/n, i'm already close." he mutters, eyes closed in bliss as he leans his head back slightly, the sight heavenly to your eyes. and you don't even blame him because he's probably just as pent-up as you are and you know this has to be quick or else richie will come up, wondering why ben was taking so long to ask if you're okay.

so you lean up a bit as he thrusts into you and you attach your lips to his neck, sucking lightly enough that it won't mark. "so am i." you say breathlessly as you move your hips, chasing the high that's building deep inside you.

you press your hands to his chest, stopping his motions momentarily. "let me ride you." you say breathlessly and his eyes widen with something akin to hunger as he pulls out of you, rolling onto his back with a shocked look. you smirk as you climb back onto him, straddling him as you pump him a few times. he bites his lip as you sink yourself onto him, moaning and covering your mouth so as not to carry the sound all the way to the basement.

as you start to bounce, you smile, realizing that you're not at all insecure in front of ben - his hands are all over your body, running over and gripping the plush skin as you sink onto him, taking him perfectly. he's groaning and moving his hips with yours as you mouth wet kisses over his chest and neck.

ben lets out a moan that pushes you near the edge as you pick up the pace, his cock hitting a new spot inside you that has you whimpering. as his hands fall to move your hips with his, squeezing your soft thighs tightly, you hit your high.

you tremble as the feeling of him inside you makes you clench hard, your eyes squeezing shut in bliss as you moan out, "ben!"

your hips stop moving as you ride out your high, only making small movements as you clench around him in complete pleasure. he groans below you, eyes still shut as he juts his hips upwards, taking over to chase his own orgasm.

and his hips start to stutter a few thrusts after as you slump on his chest, one hand on your tits and the other on your hips to move you with his thrusts. he cums a few moments later with a moan that is muffled by your hair, his hands sliding down to your ass, your lips on his collarbone.

after a few moments, you roll off of him and sigh, shocked and unsure as to if that really just happened. you're embarrassed at how quickly he made you cum - you want to blame it all on the fact that it has been quite some time since you'd had sex, but it really was the thrill of hooking up with him, especially because your brother was just downstairs.

ben's cheeks are red as he sits up quickly, pulling on his boxers and then his pants, only looking at you after he tugs the hem of his shirt down. "um, i would totally stay, but-"

you shake your head with a grin, "no, i get it. this was... just a spur of the moment thing."

he beams at you, seemingly relieved that he wasn't hurting your feelings - that was amazing and you're both glowing in your post-orgasm high, but you both know that this was a one-time thing. he pecks your cheek sweetly and as he turns to leave, you mutter, "wait!"

he lifts a brow as he turns to you and you run your fingers through his hair a few times to make it look the way it did before he came up here. "thanks." he says with a grin before he disappears, closing the door behind him and making you get dressed with red cheeks in silence.

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[ichorai]

cellmates ; one ; j.wy

pairing ; jung wooyoung x reader

summary ; stuck in jail after stealing a necklace off the princess, what happens when your new cellmate with an impossible escape plan comes along?

words ; 3.1k

warnings / includes ; medieval au, blood and grime and death and everything in between rip, wooyoung being handsome despite being in a filthy cell djkdfj, wooyoung being a smartass, reader being petrified half the time lol, future suggestive / mature content, cellmates to (future) lovers !!

a/n ; i’ve been meaning to write a medieval au for the longest time bcs im an absolute sucker for them and i finally got around to writing part one !!! pls be patient for part two !! i hope yall enjoy :3 

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The jail cell was cold. You shivered violently, breath misting in front of you as you blew out a tired sigh. They had stripped you of all your clothes except a thin beige tank top (that had actually once been white), and ripped tights. Dried blood matted your hair to your forehead, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care at the moment. It was too damn cold.

You found yourself wishing that you hadn’t stolen that necklace off of the innocent little princess. The silver glinting against her pale collarbones were just too enticing, the angry grumble of your stomach far too loud. That much silver would’ve cost a fortune; you wouldn’t have had to worry about food for years. Unfortunately, the guard caught you before you had time to make your escape, by effectively knocking a heavy baton over your head. 

And the result of your desperate endeavor? A small, icy jail cell in the farthest and darkest corner of the dungeons. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen the sun.

A life sentence for attempting to ‘harm’ the princess. Oh please, all you really wanted was to go to bed without your belly twisting painfully in hunger. At least they weren’t barbaric enough to hang you for that.

The thought had tremors running up your spine. Or perhaps it was the cold.

A dim amber light appeared from the corner of your eyes, echoing footsteps gradually getting louder with each thump. Was it dinner time already? You hadn’t even eaten yesterday’s yet.

The same guard you’d seen just about a thousand times by now appeared in front of the frigid metal bars, melting candle in hand. Grizzly beard blanketing his chin and jaw, faint scar mark running over his left cheekbone, and slanted eyes the color of the princess’ silver necklace. A daily reminder of your worst mistake, it would seem. 

He muttered something unintelligible before shoving a tray through the narrow slot, wintry water sloshing about in the small wooden cup with the same chunk of stale bread on the side that always tasted like metal.

How delicious. The cold had numbed you to the point where hunger was the least of your problems. 

You remembered when you had first gotten here, croaking out a wispy ‘thank you’ to the guard whenever he had given you your food, hoping that he’d take sympathy and give you a bit more, or maybe even get you a blanket. You were foolish back then, you thought solemnly, curling up tighter and burying your face in between your knees. 

Perhaps one of the worst things possible about being in jail was that you had absolutely nothing to do. Sometimes you would try to exercise to keep your blood running through your body and make sure your muscles hadn’t frozen over, but exhaustion constantly hung above you like a stormy cloud. More oftenly, you would make up fantastical stories including dragons and elves and faeries. But after hundreds (or maybe it was just around twenty, but who was counting?) of different stories, your creativity would run short and you would find yourself pausing mid-story, trailing off into a disappointing end of ‘and they lived till they died’.

Turns out you weren’t going to be bored alone, at least. 

You had been in a fitful slumber when you heard the footsteps approach. That was strange, usually there’d only be the one guard to deliver your measly dinner.

Curious eyes grew wide when you took sight of two guards holding up an unconscious man, the toes of his worn leather boots dragging against the damp stones of the dungeon ground. 

What you wouldn’t give for a nice pair of leather boots. Your toes twitched in your worn socks at the thought.

They began stripping him of his clothes, much like they had done to you in the beginning, grunts of exertion leaving them in misty huffs. They left shortly after, grumbling about being ‘fuckin’ cold’. As if they had any right to complain.

In the dim light of the candles, you could barely make out what the new prisoner looked like. He was slumped up against one of the icy stone walls, dark hair tied into a short ponytail. A low groan escaped the man, foot twitching as he slowly aroused from unconsciousness. 

“Fuck,” His voice came out hoarse and raspy. He pushed against the floor to prop himself up at a better angle. More curses left his lips in a rapid flurry. You watched in timid fascination as he raised a pale hand to dab against his forehead, hissing when he pulled away with crimson staining his skin.

Looking upwards, he finally caught your curious gaze. 

The two of you stared at one another for a second before he huffed, reaching up to his head once more. This time, his fingers didn’t only pull away with blood, but with a thin hair pin that glinted against the candle’s small flame.

You hadn’t noticed that your mouth was hanging slightly open when he struggled to his feet, limbs shaking with effort and cold.

And he started picking the lock, stopping every minute or so to blow his breath onto his quickly numbing fingers.

After less than ten minutes, the frozen bars swung open with a rusty creak. 

At that point, you yourself had gotten up, eyes widening. You shuffled closer to your own locked bars. It was as if the man had forgotten you were there, flinching when he turned and saw you pressed up against your cell.

“Don’t leave me here,” You whispered, starting to feel the familiar feeling of desperation clawing at your throat.

For a second, he looked conflicted. A hard, determined film passed over his eyes and he tore his gaze away.

“Sorry,” Was all he said. 

And he left, just as quickly as he had come.

Strings of foul curses left his mouth once he was dragged back. And this time, he was far bloodier than before. He barely looked like the same person.

You had to hold in a breath as they threw his limp body back into the cell, one of them spitting at his feet. Grimacing, you looked away and scowled.

Perhaps if he had let you out as well, the both of you would’ve been able to escape.

Ten minutes after the guards had left, the man across from you reached behind his back to pull something out. He didn’t have another hair pin, did he? Would he let you out this time?

Probably not, you thought bitterly.

The object he pulled out was small and round, a shiny red ball that seemed to glisten beneath the candlelight.

It made a resonating thud against the stone of the cell, echoing down the halls. 

And he did it again. And again. And three, four, ten times more.

“Please stop,” You found yourself saying, a headache brewing behind your temple. But your voice was too soft, drowned out by the incessant bouncing of his rubber ball.

Downing what was left in the damp wooden, you mustered the courage to croakily shriek, “Stop! Please, stop!” 

Startled by your sudden noise, he hadn’t been able to catch the ball’s last bounce, and crimson streaked past as it hit the wall behind him, ricocheting past the jail bars and out into the hallway. You watched silently as it rolled away, until it was far out of your sight.

“Bitch,” You heard him mutter under his breath.

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise as you sneered at him, “You’re a fool, you know. Thinking you could escape a place like this.”

“Oh, yeah?” His eyebrows raised while he shuffled closer, pressing his pale face against the cold bars. Now that he was out of the shadows, you managed to get a proper look of his face. He was all bone and skin, dark hair grown a little too long, hazel eyes glinting along with the dim flames. “At least I managed to get out of my cell. That’s probably more than you’ve ever done.”

If he was trying to pick a fight with you, it wouldn’t work.

“What’s the point, anyways? There’s only so much out there for people like us.”

“People like us… ?”

Your eyes darted to him, and you immediately averted your gaze. It’d been a long time since anyone had properly looked at you. Perhaps under all the blood and grime, he’d actually be quite handsome.

“Commoners, peasants. We grow up stupid, work until our fingers bleed, and then die from a disease because we don’t have the money for a healer.”

A low rumble that could pass as a laugh worked its way out of him, “You’re telling me you would rather stay locked up in here than back outside? You don’t want to feel the sun on your face, the taste of sweet fruits, the warmth of another human being?”

“Of course I do,” You retorted. “I’m just saying that it’s pointless.”

The man’s eyes narrowed, “How long have you been here?”

“Too long to keep track.”

At this point, you couldn’t really tell whether it was refreshing to talk to someone after so long, or just plain annoying. He stayed silent for a moment, before speaking up once more. 

“What got you here?”

You huffed. There was no harm in telling him, right?

“I ripped a priceless necklace off of the princess because I was hungry.”

It was as if his volume tripled when he yelped, “You’re Y/N L/N?!”

How he had that much energy after getting beaten up twice, was still a mystery to you.

“The one and only.” You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself. It seemed that you were quite famous in the outside world. 

“That’s amazing,” He breathed out, eyes wide as he leaned further into the bars. “My name’s Wooyoung. I’m your new cellmate.”

Your eyes flickered to his once more. If you were going to be stuck here with him, might as well get to know him a little better.

“I’m not your cellmate,” You deadpanned, despite Wooyoung’s disappointed pout. “You’d need to be in the same cell as me to be my cellmate.”

One of his shoulders lifted in a half-shrug.

“So why are you here?” Part of you was afraid of what he was going to say. He didn’t really seem to strike you as someone who’d do anything seriously terrible… right?

“I… I just threw one or two punches at the crown prince, is all. And maybe a kick to the groin. And gave him a couple broken ribs.” He laughed a little at that last part, as if the memory amused him. 

“You what?”

Scoffing, Wooyoung flicked his hair out of his eyes, “I think you heard me perfectly clear, sweetheart.”

A strange feeling blossomed in your stomach. You shuffled a bit closer to your own bars, until the light hit your face. 

“Was it worth it?”

Wooyoung paused at the unexpected question.

“Yeah, I would do it again. A million times over.” It was the first time he looked away, a distant glaze over his eyes. “He was touching a servant girl and she was begging him to stop. But he didn’t. So I intervened.”

A palpable silence laid over the two of you, thick and heavy.

“Good,” Was all you said. “I’m going to sleep.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s morning.”

You ignored him. Time didn’t matter anymore, not to you. Soon enough, he’d stop caring as well.

Hours and days melted into weeks and months, along with the frost on the bars and the icicles hanging off the ceilings.

At least it wasn’t cold anymore. Everything was wet. 

“Okay… would you rather live knowing how you die or live forever?” Wooyoung asked in queer tone, laying down on the ground with his bare back pressed against the damp stone.

You bit into a chunk of stale bread, pausing to chew around the hard crust before swallowing, “No one wants to live forever.”

“Rich people do,” He murmured, flipping over onto his stomach to do some push-ups.

You averted your eyes. He was right; if you were rich, you would’ve probably chosen the latter option too.

“I’ll choose to live forever when I get out of this goddamn cell. But for now, we’re sticking with knowing how I die,” The raven-haired man huffed out through each strenuous push-up. He’s been getting weaker and weaker by the day, living off of nothing but crispy bread and metallic water and the occasional measly slice of dry apple.

“You’re not getting out,” You scoffed. “We’re not getting out. Why do you keep saying that we will?”

Wooyoung falls flat onto his stomach, blowing his hair away from his eyes in frustration, “And why do you keep saying that we won’t? Do you really think we’re going to die here?”

Throwing your hands up into the air, mouth full and bread crumbs rimming your lips, you nodded vehemently, “Yes! Look around us, Wooyoung. How on Earth would you plan on getting out? I’ve been trying for forever before you came around. I’m still here.”

“Yeah, but that was back when I wasn’t here. Now I am.”

“That’s absolutely great, genius. But guess what? We’re still stuck here!”

Wooyoung scowled at your salty remark. He crawled closer to the bars looking down the hallway to make sure no guards were near. 

Glancing back to you, he whisper-yelled, “I have a plan.” 

“That’s a stupid plan,” You sneered, deadpanning.

The man across from you rolled his eyes, “It’s the only one we’ve got.”

“You do know they’ll find out eventually, right? We can’t just go back to our normal lives.”

“Then let’s run away.” His gaze bore into you as you felt yourself flush heavily. “You and me. We can sneak our way onto a fishing boat, sail off to someplace… not here.”

A shiver ran up your arms, gooseflesh prickling your skin, “Stop.” You mumbled. “Don’t get my hopes up.”

Wooyoung grasped the bars tightly, knuckles turning white, “Y/N, listen to me. We can do it. I swear, I’ll get you out of here.”

It was stupid, you knew it was. But you couldn’t help the small spark of hope flare in the middle of your chest, heart pumping just a tad quicker at his words. Hope was an intoxicating drug; you either get sucked into some sort of deluded fantasy, or live without the illusions of false happiness. 

However, The words left you before you even had a chance to hesitate. “You promise?”

“I swear on my next slice of dried apple.” He said, eyes twinkling with excitement behind the shaggy, overgrown hair. 

“Okay.” You breathed out, somewhat satisfied. The dull ache in your spine was ignored as you slumped against the stone wall, closing your eyes and imagining what outside was like. All you could recall about outside was how terrible it was. Of course, not as bad as being in here, but not much to look forward to.

Cracking an eye open, you glanced to Wooyoung, who had curled up into himself in the corner of his cell, slightly obscured by the shadows. 

Life outside seemed better when you imagined yourself with Wooyoung.

“Remember the plan?”

Wooyoung snorted, rolling his eyes, “How many times have you asked me that now?”

You scowled, “Just making sure you won’t mess anything up. Can you really guarantee you’re strong enough to knock him out?” 

Biting down on his lip, he shrugged in a nonchalant manner, “I’ll try my best. And if that’s not enough, well… it was nice meeting you.”

The two of you waited in tense silence for a couple minutes, the expected thudding of boots coming down to give the two of you your meals for the day. The familiar grey eyes of the guard swept over the two of you, bending down your cell first to shove the tray through the narrow slot like he had hundreds of times before. 

Then, he turned to Wooyoung.

“What’s on the menu today, sir?” 

Stormy eyes narrowed, the guard’s nose wrinkled in distaste, “Th’ same shit you eat every day.” His gravelly voice rumbled, clearly not used to prisoners being able to talk, much less form coherent sentences. “It’s what criminals like you deserve.”

A gasp of mock-offense left Wooyoung in the most dramatic manner possible, “Why, if stopping a rapist from raping is worse than being a killer and killing, then I must be the worst criminal alive.”

“You better shut your mouth before I get half the mind to carve your tongue out for you.” The guard spat, nearing closer towards the bars menacingly, one hand on the hilt of his sword. He wasn’t below leaving a prisoner bleeding and tongueless. 

Wooyoung did nothing but raise an eyebrow, “Oh, come now! I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of kills. Especially when you swore an oath to protect a murderous king!”

Your eyes widened slightly; you had no idea he would go as far as to claim treason. 

The guard, however, cackled the ugliest laugh you’d ever heard. “You seem really not to like your tongue, boy. Only, for that comment, they’ll be taking your head along with it.”

It all happened so quickly, you wouldn’t even have the time to scream if you wanted to. 

Just as the guard leaned closer tauntingly, nose almost brushing against the rusty metal bars, Wooyoung grabbed the front of the guard’s steel collar, yanking him forward into the metal columns with all of his might.

A sickening crack echoed across the stone. 

It happened again, and again, and three more times after that. Wooyoung was panting, eyes wild.

“Is he dead?” You craned your neck to try to get a good look, but it was too dark to make out much of anything. 

“No. He’ll wake up with a nasty concussion in a couple hours, give or take.” 

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” You asked, heart pounding far too loudly in your ribcage. The faint sound of jingling almost had you bursting into tears of joy. He had the keys.

A small, non-committal hum emitted from Wooyoung’s cell. “You learn from dreaming about all the different ways you could’ve done that to the crown prince. And thankfully, I got the chance.” Suddenly, Wooyoung appeared in front of your cell, a ring of small keys hanging from his pointer finger, the widest grin spread across his face. “Told you I’d get you out, didn’t I?”

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Her Father’s Daughter

Request: Could u do tommy shelby and his daughter (possibly around 4-5 years old) with the fluff print list 2 “You’re the best thing I never knew I needed.” if that makes sense idk i just want some dad tommy fluff

i was wondering if u could write a singe dad tommy shelby 🥺🥺 like at he start of season one and she’s 5, base it off the first episode? sorry if it’s too accurate it came to me in a dream and i’m sure as hell not talented enough to write it🤣 love ur work !!

I have a request for Tommy Shelby! He gets really over protective with his daughter! ❤️

Requested by Anonymous, Anonymous, & Anonymous!

Thomas Shelby x Daughter! Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Language, mention of drugs & alcohol

A/n: The amount of requests I got asking for Tommy as a father is amazing. I love the idea of this man with kids, he’d be so gentle and caring. Let’s be honest, though, I would rather be nice to children than I would adults. Adults can be assholes. I hope you guys enjoy this because I loved writing it.

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The world was forever changed after the chaos that was the Great War. Men came back in casts, bandages, and body bags. Some never returned home, stuck in the trenches of war that other’s were lucky enough to escape. There was not one person that returned home the same. All were just as messed up in the head as the next. The Shelby brothers weren’t exempt from that.

Tommy was, by far, the brother most affected by the war. His boyish smiles all but disappeared, only given to one special person. He kept to himself, spending most of his time at home, and when he had to go out, it was with his family. Tommy no longer pretended to be a simple man. That wasn’t him anymore. He had done violent, bloody deeds during the service of his country and he wouldn’t hide that. That was the man he was now: violent. 

But that wasn’t what his daughter saw.

Only five when he returned, she didn’t see a broken man. She saw her playmate, her knight in shining armor, her father. Y/n knew nothing of what he had seen, the horrors of modern war, only that he was home once more. 

“Where are we going?” She grasped onto her father’s hand, eyes jumping between the different people in the street. 

Tommy couldn’t help but smile at her behavior. Everything caught her eye. He knew she would be too smart for her own good when she was older. “We-” Tommy slowed his pace and scooped her into his arms, deciding it easiest to carry her the rest of the way. His legs were too long for her tiny ones to keep up. “-are going to a family meeting.”

“Oh,” she drawled, playing with the collar of his jacket. “Is Aunt Polly gonna be there?” Eyes wide in excitement, she waited with a smile for his answer. 

Her father nodded, earning an eruption of giggles from his daughter. 

It was moments like these that he cherished the most. Polly had told him, with his work schedule, it was best to let her or Ada take care of her while he was away, but Tommy just couldn’t have that. Y/n’s mother, who he’d made the mistake of marrying, had fucked off when she realized she didn’t want to be tied down. Leaving her baby girl and husband in Birmingham, she fled to Rome with a painter and made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with them. Of course, Y/n was too small to understand that, the love that her mother didn’t hold for her, but Tommy would never make her feel unloved. And so, there was never once that he wished to pawn his daughter off onto other people. She was his responsibility and she would accompany him everywhere he went.

The solution was a win-win for both of them. Tommy was able to keep a watchful eye on his daughter and take care of her every need, while Y/n was able to experience new things and spend time with her dad. Both were extremely happy with the setup.

Within minutes, the pair were upon Polly’s house, squeals of excitement came from his daughter’s lips when he opened the door. Warm air and cigarette smoke wafted around him as Tommy dropped Y/n into a chair at the kitchen table, Polly across from her.

“Look at my lovely girl,” Polly cooed and extended a hand to stroke the coils in her hair. “I see someone has learned a thing or two from their sister.” She raised a brow at her nephew.

Placing a tray of biscuits on the table for Y/n to snack on, Tommy shrugged. “Ada said it was hard, real easy for me.”

His aunt nodded, her lips turned up in a smile as she watched the little girl in front of her. Polly was far from pleased when Y/n’s mother left, reminded her too much of her bastard brother. While her nephews were off at war, she took Y/n in and raised her while her father was away. Once Tommy returned, though, that all changed. No matter her protests, Tommy would hear none of it when she offered to help him with his daughter. His little girl was the only good thing in his life and he wasn’t going to pawn her off onto other people like she was a burden. 

Knowing her nephew, Polly knew there was no arguing with Tommy and just let him do as he pleased. As long as Y/n and Tommy were happy and healthy, she had no reason to worry.

“What did you want to talk about?” she asked, peering up at Tommy from where he was leaning against the counter. 

“About horses!” Y/n shouted while searching for the perfect biscuit to eat. “Lots and lots of horses!” In recent months, it wasn’t hard for the family to see how much she resembled her father in every way. His love for horses, strong as an ox before the war, had soon become her’s and she wasn’t shy about it.

“Horses?” she raised a brow. “What about horses, Thomas?”

“The races, pol. The races.”

“And how are we gonna do that?” She all about shouted, keeping her voice down once she remembered there was a child in the room. 

Tommy waved away her question, instead turning his attention to his daughter. Kneeling down to her level, he brushed a loose curl out of her face and tucked it behind her hair. “Have you ever made biscuits with aunt Pol?”

Y/n nodded, licking the sugar off her sticky fingers. Once finished with the task at hand, she said, “We made ‘em for Christmas.”

It was his turn to nod, an idea sparking to life. “Aunt Polly makes the best biscuits.”

“Don’t change the subject.” His aunt glared at him. “We don’t have the money to even touch the races.”

“We’ll get the fuckin’ money,” he mumbled, standing straight once again.

“Thomas!”

Unphased by his words, she’d heard worse at home, Y/n laid her head against the table. Perhaps it was the fact that she’d stuffed her face full of sugar or that she didn’t want to sleep the night before, but exhaustion hit her like a freight train. 

“Poor dear,” Polly’s attention quickly shifted from Tommy to his daughter. “Oh, she’s already asleep.” She motioned to the closed eyes and even breathes.

Tommy should have known she wouldn’t make it halfway through the day. She played rough and that’s what she had done before they’d left to visit Polly. It didn’t help that she refused to go to bed the night before. Though she could manage off a few hours’ sleep for a while, her father was like a dead man walking when he’d first woken up.

  “Put her on the sofa and then we’ll finish discussing your outrageous idea.”

Doing as he was told, Tommy gently picked the sleeping child up, doing his best not to wake her and anger his aunt. Careful not to brush the doorway, he walked through the house and into the parlor, stopping in front of the sofa. With one hand he moved a pillow to one side to support her head and then guided her to the soft cushions. Y/n grabbed the pillow out of habit as her father draped a quilt over her. Hopefully, she would be able to get some sleep. If her uncles’ burst threw the door, Tommy wasn’t sure much would keep him from killing them.

Before leaving her to nap, Tommy brushed the hair out of her face, placing a kiss on her temple, he muttered, “You’re the best thing I never knew I needed.” 

And, indeed, she was. Without that little girl in his life, Tommy would be another one of the war’s lost boys, walking down a road with no hope, no light at the end. Like so many, he would know nothing but the dark nature of the bottom of a bottle and a pile of cocaine. Without Y/n he would be a dead man walking and he couldn’t thank her enough for all that she’d done for him, whether she knew it or not.

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Choking bakugou during hate sex~ thats the dream

That expression make me hate you less

All characters 18+

Bakugou katsuki x Reader

Warnings: Rough sexy times, Choking, Degradation, mean words and a sub Bakugou ^.^ 

If anyone were to ask about the nature of your relationship with Bakugou they’d get an eyeroll and a frown while saying “Those two hate each other.” And they wouldn’t be wrong. Both of you loathed each other, and the reason for your mutual hatred was incredibly juvenile. 

You see both of you had graduated around the same time and were fresh faced pro-heroes when you met… Sadly the both of you had similar tempers and worked in the same district. To make matters worse the both of your had a short fuse and were very, very competitive. Naturally the similarities in your personalities had the two of you clashing.

“Fuckface you apprehended my villain!” You hissed. 

“I don’t see your name on him dipshit.” He retorted. 

“Get the fuck out of my way asshole.” You’d sneer.

“Oh I’m sorry I didn’t hear you. Must be because you said nothing relevant.” he sassed. 

“You shitty hero! You destroyed half the building!” You roared. 

“I didn’t see you do anything helpful Princess.” He spat. 

These were just a few of your day to day conversations. And quite frankly everyone was sick of it. The tension was terrible when the both of you were in a room hell, it couldn’t be cut with a knife because you’d need a chainsaw to even put a dent in it. And to make matters worse the two of you would go off at the drop of a pin. So that led you both to your current situation… Trapped in a quirk cancelling chamber until the two of you could hug and sing Kumbaya. That wasn’t happening anytime soon…

As a matter of fact it seemed as though the both of you were intent on maiming each other. The screams and war cries coming from the room were terrifying. So much so that the evil doers decided that the both of you didn’t need babysitting or maybe it was because they really couldn’t stand the horrific sounds…. So off went your bosses while the two of you were at each other’s throats. 

Bakugou wiped at his bruised lip wiping away the blood from the stinging split when the both of you pulled away. You weren’t faring any better as you rubbed at your arm, the spot sore from how tight he had gripped you. You panted like wild beasts, glaring at each other so fiercely that medusa herself would have turned to stone. 

“I fucking hate you.” You hissed. 

“Something we can agree on you fucking cunt.” He spat. 

“Admit it.” You hissed. “Your just fucking jealous that i’m stronger than you that’s why your always trying to ruin my reputation.”

“Ha! You tryna blame me because your ratings are lower than mine? They’re lower ‘cause i’m obviously the better hero.” He shrugged. 

“Stay off my fucking turf or else Ba-ku-gou” You mocked. 

“It isn’t your fucking terf you cumrag it’s a distrcit. I swear how the fuck did you even graduate?” He insulted. 

“Listen here you fucktard!” You seethed jabbing your finger into his chest harshly. It only prompted him to grab said finger, which only pissed you off even more. And it seemed as though the both of you had the same idea as your foreheads ricocheted against each other. And when you finished consoling your throbbing skull you turned to continue the argument. You weren’t expecting him to be doing the same. And you weren’t expecting to have any form of contact with the blonde that wasn’t violent. But this.. This was soft, smooth and plush. 

The both of you had accidentally kissed. And two people have never moved away from each other so quickly. And two people had never latched onto each other so fiercely. You didn’t know who started it but you can both agree that neither of you were going to back down. Your lips smushed up against each other in something so brutal that calling it a kiss would have been wrong. In fact the action was mostly teeth, clacking against each other while the both of you shared an unblinking gaze of fury.  

You hand gripped his soft blonde hair harshly while his hand dug into your ass. Nothing about it was soft, nothing about it was loving. This was just another competition, of what? one couldn’t really tell but neither of you intended to lose. And in your heated battle the both of you tore at each other’s clothes. 

When your breasts were gripped tighter than intended you hissed, sinking your teeth into his neck in retaliation. And when your hands tugged at his blonde stands with the intent to yank them out your back met with the cool surface of the only table in the room. The structure was sturdy and held you both. But you weren’t having it. You weren’t going to let him fuck you. No, you were going to show him who the top dog really was. 

And so while his calloused fingers teased your clit vigorously you moved your hand towards his length. You held in all sounds as his finger tugged at your hardened nipples and one could give you an award for not making a sound when his fingers slipped into your drooling heat. But when his quick thrusts shifted and he met with a texture different from the rest of your smooth walls you cracked. 

“Ah~” You wanted to slap that shark-like grin off the red-eyed man’s face. You could have lost yourself in his touch. In the way your pussy squelched with every thrust, the way your nerves shot bolts of pleasure throughout your body hell you were even drinking up the way his muscles flexed when he’d push his fingers deeper. You would have considered letting him top, your hand retracting as your mind was slowly being changed. It seemed as though everything would be set in stone had Bakugou not spoken. 

“I fuckin’ knew it.” He leered “All that big talk but all you really wanted was to get fucked to have someone split you open like the sl-hhngh.” He stopped mid-way, his lips parted allowing a moan to slip past  unfiltered. One of your hands held a firm grip on his throbbing cock while the other hand squeezed his balls. You weren’t expecting the high pitched yelp when you applied a bit more pressure. You rolled your eyes when you saw his roll back. ‘Of course he likes pain.’ 

His stunned form allowed you to wrap your legs around him and switch positions. You were met with a glare once you were looking down at him but his protests died on his lips when you swiped your thumb over the head of his slit. “Oh fuck.” He gasped when you pressed against it. 

“You look better like this.” You teased “Subdued and whining like a bitch. It fits you.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled. His face then took on a deep red color as he couldn’t stop the sound of protest that left his plush lips when you let go of his heavy cock. 

“Stay put.” You ordered. He wasn’t too fond of the order and went to lean up only for your hand to wrap around his throat. When you squeeze the muscles there he froze and from the look on his face you could tell that he was confused so you applied more pressure eliciting a surprisingly cute gasp from the man. 

He was so focused on the fact that he was getting dizzy that when you sunk down onto his cock he mewled loudly. His hips jerking up as his face twisted into something positively sinful. Your cunt squeezed down around him at the sight and you didn’t hesitate and began a quick and rough pace. You wouldn’t lie he felt amazing inside of you, his thick length brushing up against spots you weren’t even aware existed. 

You were so lost in the sauce that you had almost forgotten how hard you were gripping his neck. But when you loosened your hold his tongue lolled out to the side in bliss. “F-Fucking do it again.” He rasped thrusting into you harshly. 

“Such a needy bitch.” You grinned. “I’ll choke the life out of you if that’s what you want.”

“You better not hold back you fu-ngh.” The way you slammed back down on him was almost painful. And when you felt him pulse inside of you, you couldn’t help the quip that left your lips. 

“So, m-much for being better than me Mmm you’re already about to cum.” You mocked. He could only glare at you through tears completely drunk off the pleasure. And true to your word he did cum first. Hot thick spurts shooting up into your pussy. But you weren’t done with him yet and even when he whined in overstimulation you continued to bounce on his cock. 

“Look at you~” You hummed “You really do look good like this.” 

Bakugou couldn’t even form sentences. You made out words like ‘bitch’ ‘My turn’ being slurred out. He was wrecked. And you were beginning to tire.

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You both dressed in silence. Your eyes wandering to the bruises around his neck. A smirk tugged at your lips. And you bent over to tug on your shoes. 

“Oi fuckface what’s with the look.” He frowned. 

“Dunno for a moment there I didn’t hate your guts.” You paused. “But now that it’s over I still hate you.”

“Ditto, I hope you fucking rot.” scoffed. 

“….Wanna do it again.” You asked, You were about to get back up when his hand met the back of your neck. He pressed against your ass and leaned down to your ear. 

“I wonder..” He paused “Would I hate you a bit less if you could make that expression you were talkin about.” 

“Only one way to find out. Unless you’re too pussy to choke me correc-

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do you think bucky ever plays up the “innocent” persona from when they first started dating just to make steve work for it?? like things are getting ~steamy~ and steve’s abt to put it in and bucky asks him why he’s not wearing a condom and steve is like “???” and bucky swoops in with the “daddy, you know we’ve never done it like that before” and steve catches on real quick

Chaos, chaotic panic, my mind oh my gosh oh my gosh okay.

I took this in a direction that might need some sort of headsup? It’s a roleplay but Steve is actively trying to convince Bucky to let him not use a condom? We know them now and how well-established they are, but it probably requires a headsup. So, if that bothers you please do not continue to read passed this point!

Okay! 😈 This is going to read half like a story and half like a normal Ask response lmao. Bc chaos, nonnie CHAOS.

It’s a super vanilla sex before bed kind of night. TV on, Steve had been reading, and one thing led to another after Bucky leaned over and gave Steve a kiss that had him letting out a Curious Daddy Noise. Super normal weeknight foreplay: kisses that are soft, touches that are intentional, there’s not technically a rush but they’re ready for bed so let’s get a move-on, yeah? Bucky rolls to his side, arches his back and widens his legs like the good boy he is as Steve slicks himself up. It’s right when Steve saddles up, lines himself up and is about to press in, when Bucky makes a soft noise.

“Are you not…are you not wearing a condom?”

Steve almost laughs right in Bucky’s ear but his everything does stutter to a stop, a bit alarmed.

“What? Why…what?”

Bucky twists in Daddy’s grip, turns his head to look up at Steve and there’s something about his demeaner that knocks the wind right out of Steve’s chest but then—

“Daddy, you know we’ve never done it like that before.”

Bucky’s voice is so gentle, so sweet, so feminine-like, that Steve’s dick genuinely jumps in his grip. Bucky’s looking up at him like he’s hesitant, like he’s innocent, like…

Like he’s never done this before.

It clicks after a few seconds. Steve doesn’t know how he made the connection—the way Bucky’s eyebrows come together, the breathiness of his voice, his wide-eyed gaze—but Steve is purring a bit, a noise that sounds faintly like a question mark, taking that leap.

“You don’t want me bare, sugar?”

Steve is almost certain Bucky blushes.

“I…I don’t know. W-we’ve never done that,” he repeats as if he’s trying to remind himself that Steve hasn’t been inside of him, skin on skin, that the times they have had sex Steve has been wrapped up. As if he’s trying to fulfill a role. He knows he is officially picking up what Bucky has laid down for him, a small little role-play offering, this little surprise, and he lets his cock fall from his hand, lets it rest all nestled there between Bucky’s cheeks as he leans half-over Bucky. The arm under Bucky’s neck flexes, pulls him in tight, mouth at his ear.

And he whimpers.

Bucky almost faints right there in his Daddy’s arms can you even imagine. Bucky thinking he’s being the hottest of shit, is gonna surprise his Daddy with a bit of bedroom fun, but then Daddy flips it on him within seconds? How infuriating. Bucky doesn’t crumble entirely though, still wants to play.

“Y-you want that? We’ve…we’ve just never done that…”

Steve’s hips start to roll a bit, like he barely even realizes he’s doing it, just wants some sort of friction for his cock. It is incredibly distracting for Bucky. He had naturally assumed Daddy would take this opportunity and use it to talk about all the reasons Bucky would want Steve to slide in without a condom. He doesn’t expect Steve to tuck him in close and begin to beg for it.

“Oh, honey a’course I want that, fuck. You don’t? Can’t even fucking imagine what you feel like on the inside.”

“I…oh but is it—”

“There’s no better way for Daddy to claim his boy, is there? Wanna be the best Daddy for you, Buck, the best.”

Bucky would no doubt be gasping, no doubt be achy, but hearing Steve’s voice turn a bit frantic in a way that he makes Bucky’s sound all the time has his world completely upside down. Daddy’s beard would be rubbing against the sensitive skin of Bucky’s neck as he pressed kisses into it with little choked-off noises. The arm not trapped between his body and the mattress would reach back to feel and grope at Steve’s naked hip, dig into his ass a bit.

“Bet you’re even warmer without a rubber fuck, baby. Bet you’d make my dick nice and wet, god Daddy wants that, sugar Daddy wants you to make his cock feel so good.” Steve’s lips move against Bucky’s skin as he talks, pleads, ends his groveling with a bitten off noise as he mouths at Bucky’s ear. He’s so easy for this man. Bucky stood no chance but he’s going to make Daddy work for his little come-virgin pussy.

“I…will it feel different? Will it hurt?”

Steve moans, (because innocent Buck is doing things to him, fuck) sucks on Bucky’s jaw before answering, shaking his head vehemently.

“Uh-uh no, sugar it’ll feel even better—” Bucky lets out a hot curious noise because how in the hell could it feel better? — “So much better, oh. Let Daddy in, Buck. Please, let Daddy in.” His hand is on Bucky’s ass cheek now, is pushing at it, spreading him open, and when they both feel Steve line himself up, the press of his cock, they both whimper. Bucky has never experienced a desperate Daddy in such a way, feels like he can’t catch his breath but listens to Steve’s own shaky ones. He thinks he has reached another plane of existence, another level up, but then—

“Just the tip, Buck. Come on, let Daddy show you.”

Y’all. Steve Rogers begging to let him stick just the tip of his dick inside of Bucky might literally end Bucky Barnes. His tummy turns, he moans, spreads his legs just a tiny bit, head going foggy at feeling Steve’s cock between his legs, Steve’s hand on his own dick.

“Yeah, yeah okay but…just a little bit, Daddy m’nervous.”

“Oh, baby thank you, oh I’ll always take care’a you, mhmm,” Steve breathes out in a rush, pressing in in in—

It would literally feel like the two of them were fucking for the first time. They’re entirely caught up in a rapid role-play, completely immersed in their tiny noises, how close they are, how much they’re holding back. It would be a messy position, especially after Bucky shouts and throws his arm up and around Steve’s neck, effectively shoving himself half on top of Steve, legs splayed and spread over Steve’s waist. Steve’s got his hand still on his cock, gripping it and ensuring it doesn’t slip in passed the tip.

“Daddy…Daddy oh it does…does feel different, so different.”

“Yeah mhmm, feels good doesn’t it, Buck? Can really feel how hungry you are now, goddamn.”

And this is the image that was conjured up in my mind as soon as I read this Ask—Bucky holding onto his Daddy on his side, leg and arm slung around Steve, mouths just pressed together in encouragement, and Steve fucking the tip of his cock in and out of Bucky’s ass. His hand would be there to make sure it genuinely is just the tip. Bucky’s noises would be surprised petite ones, eyes wide and mouth open. Steve’s eyebrows would be knit together, panting and Daddy whimpering into Bucky’s open mouth.

What an image.

“More?”

“Uh-huh, yeah,” Bucky would whimper into Steve’s temple, both looking down the line of Bucky’s body. “Be gentle, Daddy.”

It absolutely is the most time they’ve taken to fuck, the most chaotic they have felt as they do so. A lot of noises pushed out beyond their control, a lot of scrambling, a lot of messy kisses. Steve’s hands on Bucky’s tummy, his arm slung around Bucky’s waist as he controls movements, Bucky’s arm tightening back around Daddy’s neck, startled curious noises that make Steve want to scream pressed into Steve’s temple.

Steve just keeps asking if more is okay, if Bucky’s ready, until they reach the point where Daddy doesn’t need to ask anymore, fully seated and rolling his hips in deep movements. It isn’t rushed either—it’s slow and messy.

“See, honey? Oh, s’Daddy feel good in that tight little ass? You feel so fuckin’ good, so fuckin’ perfect, Buck. So perfect for Daddy. God, I can hear that cock fuckin’ you. Can you hear how messy you are? Gonna make you so messy…”

And Bucky is very much so immersed in this role, drawing from himself at the beginning of their relationship and also pulling from a different side of himself entirely. His noises have been different, have been whinier and amazed, a bit more feminine, has heard Steve’s uncensored curses at Bucky’s choices. He’s following through until the end.

“Daddy! Oh, you’re gonna come inside’a my p-pussy? S’gonna be so m-messy! I don’t…oh I don’t know, Daddy.”

BUT THEN! Then! Steve downright sounds like he’s weeping as he begs Bucky to let him come inside of him! Y’all Bucky’s neck would just drop back onto the pillows, onto Steve’s shoulder idc! Steve’s hips are harsh then, dig in and press up, has such a tight hold onto Bucky, one hell of a grip.

“Buck, Bucky baby please please, sugar lemme fill you up. Lemme fuck this pussy full, lemme mark you from the inside, let Daddy do that, baby please.”

Bucky’s hand is on his own dick, flying over it with a tight fist, gasping and whining, “Want that, Daddy want that so much! Wanna be messy with you, oh want Daddy to make me all wet inside, please please please—”

It has been a long long time since they’ve come with such a force, so uninhibited, so damn near violent. Steve makes an inadvertent show of filling Bucky up, pumps his hips through his orgasm, runs his fingers through Bucky’s sticky chest and maybe wraps a hand around the front of Bucky’s throat. They are completely and entirely swept away in something that should have just been almost routine.

Steve is flabbergasted, Bucky is pleased beyond belief, and they both promise each other that they’re most definitely going to discuss what the fuck just happened in the morning because holy shit how it is 11:30 PM and it’s a Wednesday.

“You’re fuckin’ dangerous, Buck,” is what Steve mumbles sleepily into the top of Bucky’s head as he kisses it, both clean and snuggled under the covers. Bucky is barely awake and only responds with, “S’your fault,” and he’s got Steve there.

Nonnie, you done fucked me up thinking about bitty Buck lookin’ up at his Daddy with that bottom lip, breathing out, “you’re gonna fuck this pussy bare, Daddy?” like they’ve never done it before. I’m going to hell. This one is sticking with me until the end of time. I need more of this roleplay in my life. Should I find a church service and attend? Is it too late today? RIP, time of death 1:47 PM.

#askK

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If You Need It, Then I Need It

Johnny Martin x Reader

Summary: The death of Eugene Jackson weighs heavy on each and every soldier in Easy Company. You and Johnny find comfort in each other

Warnings: mutual infidelity, SMUT, ROUGH SMUT, BADLY WRITTEN SMUT, weak attempts at making it fluff, a terrible example of safe sex (don’t risk it, wrap your biscuit), unhealthy coping mechanisms, ANGST PROBABLY BC I HAVE A PROBLEM

And ,guess what? Another song-inspired fic! Title and feels brought to you by Need It by Half Moon Run!

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You never knew a kiss could hurt so sweetly.

The way John’s mouth pressed against yours was bruising and unyielding, tasting of salt and guilt and such a deep sadness you feared you may drown in it. 

But it was everything you wanted- everything you needed.

The death of the young Eugene Jackson had been the metaphorical straw that broke the camel’s back for many people, all the years of death and destruction and cold and hunger and loss seeming to come to a head in the sleepy town by the river. You felt as if you had aged decades in the span of five years.

Hope had died for you somewhere in Holland. The painful ache of disappointed resolve could only take you so far, and for some reason Johnny Martin’s face had made it clear that it was no longer sustainable.

You were lonely, you all were so hollow and lonely that you were amazed no one had yet cracked in two.

When the two of you had found each other that night, it suddenly didn't matter that you were both spoken for. You didn’t care that you were expected to marry a cold man of your father’s choosing when you got home, and when John had locked the office door behind him you knew that his loyalty to Patricia was the furthest thing from his mind.

The song the two of you had been dancing to these past four years had finally reached its crescendo, all of the shared nights of quiet reassurances and lingering looks and too-affectionate touches finally demanded resolution.

And he’d been the one to kiss you, after all.

But any guilt you’d expected to feel failed to come, your hands clutching at him as if he were the only thing keeping you alive.

A broken sob slips out of your throat when he bites at your lips, but he doesn’t seem to hear it.

Maybe he’s worried about drowning, too.

You shove his coat off of his shoulders, the cold in your bones crying out for the warmth only his skin could provide.

“I know, Baby- I know…” he mumbles against your lips, his own hands clawing at your clothing as well. “I’m comin’, I’ve got you- Fuck—”

You claw your nails down his back, knowing you were probably being too rough but the fire in your veins sings for more, more, more.

More of what? You had no idea.

John seemed to, though. He seemed to know exactly what you needed.

Hands in your hair crank your head back until he’s looming over you with kiss-swollen lips and bright eyes.

He shakes his head in something akin to disbelief. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you, Kid?”

When you let a wicked smile curl your lips upward, he growls like some sort of beast.

“I can think of worse ways to go….Sir.”

The hand that latches around your throat only makes you grin wider. 

He’s gotten you down to your tank top, and you watch his eyes catch how your nipples pebble in the cold night air. His jaw is slack with desire, the hand on your throat pulling you from your seated position on the table so you are standing toe to toe.

“You want this, right?” John’s breathing is rough, his warm breath washing over your face and making you drunk. When you don’t immediately respond he tightens his hand around your throat ever so slightly and brings his other hand down to fist the material of your shirt at your breastbone.

 “Hey- look at me. Tell me you want this or I’m not doing another fucking thing—”

You cut him off with a vicious kiss before quickly slipping your hand down the front of his pants and squeezing. Swallowing his groan greedily, you nuzzle at his cheek until you get him to turn his head enough for your lips to find his ear.

“No,” you whimper, and when you feel him about to pull away you bite at his earlobe. “I fucking need this….I need you, John Martin.”

With a curse of your name, he seals his mouth back to yours, hands sliding down your torso and tugging your clothes out of his way.

No one called him just ‘John’- not his mom or his sister or his men or even Patty. It rolled off of your tongue so sweetly that before now he’s always had to fight the urge to chase it with his lips. 

No one had ever just wanted John Martin.

Yet here you were, needing him.

You could feel how much he liked knowing that.

As your pants slide down your legs you feel his bruising grip on your freshly bared flesh, desperately hoping that you’ll have marks on your skin after this is all over.

“You don’t mean that,” Johnny chastises, gasping against your neck as hips buck unexpectedly into your borderline torturous touch. “Fuck, Baby- don’t say that to me unless you mean it….”

One of your hands fists in his hair and brings his face between your newly exposed breasts for him to explore with his tongue.

“You told me to be selfish, didn’t you?” You remind him. “You said that if I wanted something, I needed to make it mine and take it, didn’t you?”

At the time, he’d been trying to reassure you that it was okay to say no to things- more specifically, John had been referencing your family’s predetermined plans for you and your happiness.

“Your life is your own, Y/N Y/L/N. And after all that you’ve seen and done- you deserve to be happy. Take what you want and make it yours, take it if you gotta. You’re too bright to be snuffed out…”

When you look down your chest and see the piercing heat in his eyes, you almost lose your nerve.

He’s sinfully beautiful, the hungry incubus your mother had tried to warn you of when you told her of your plans to join the Airborne’s medical staff. 

Debauched, single-minded, dangerous.

God, how you loved it.

His teeth bite into the soft skin of your breast, refusing to free you from his wild and wanting gaze.

“If you won't give it to me, let me go so I can find someone who will.”

Judging by the snarl that twists his face, he doesn’t like your insinuation one bit.

As he straightens up to shuck off his trousers, you turn around and shove your underwear down to your knees, pressing your forehead onto the cool wood of the table you’d been sitting on and offering your backside to him like a crude and carnal oblation.

Biting kisses are bestowed across your shoulders and down your back as his fingers spread your slickness across the petals of your sex, pinching and plucking at you until you are writhing before him. You know that you’re breathing too loud but cannot find it in yourself to keep quiet.

“Please,” you mewl, hands reaching blindly behind you in a vain attempt to get a grip on some part of him. “Please please please please—”

Rough hands grip your hips and twist you back around so you are facing him before you are shoved back almost violently.

Your head is spinning, a foggy delirium of desire making you pant stupidly up at John.

Hands press your knees upwards and outwards, opening you up for him to admire and praise.

“Don’t beg, never beg—goddamn it, Kid, you never gotta beg me for anything….Fuck, look at you. Never hide your face like that again”

His cock is in you before you can fully process his words (namely the word again), a broken cry being swallowed by his kiss before it can grow any louder.

It’s rough and sloppy and desperate- your bodies twisting and turning like flames of a wildfire. You’re sure the table beneath you will break but John is holding you so fucking tightly that you think that it almost wouldn’t matter if it did.

You babble mindlessly into his ear about how good he feels and how good he’s making you feel, and in turn John calls you beautiful and perfect and tells you how good you are which only serves to drive you crazier. 

In a move you hadn’t expected, his rough fingers reach between the two of you and pinch at your clit, jerking it up and down in a motion similar to the way you’d stroked his cock.

Good God, you’d never considered touching it like that.

“Oh shit,” you curse, back beginning to bow at the overwhelming heat coiling in your lower stomach. “You like that, huh?” his voice is smug in your ear. “God knows I like it, Sweetheart- fuckin’ do this whenever you want, Baby—”

“Shut up,” your voice is high and wavering, unfamiliar to your ears. “Don’t say that if—”

“I do fuckin’ mean it. Come.”

Lightning- that’s what it feels like. Electricity dancing wildly against your skin and throughout your body, the crackle of release curling and skating from the top of your head to the tip of your toes.

And it just doesn’t stop.

You know that John is kissing you, you know that he is shooting deep inside of you, you know that he’s apologizing while he pumps into you without hesitation.

“I know I shouldn’t I’m sorry I’m sorry I didn’t ask I didn’t mean to Please don’t stop.”

Your eyes are open and unseeing, relying on your hands to find his ass and pull him into you so he doesn’t stop.

“It’s okay It’s okay I need you so much You feel so good Please don’t leave me.”

The lips that had been at your cheek kissing tears away now give way to gritted teeth, John’s breath hot and wet against your skin as he rolls his hips once, twice more before stilling inside of you.

Still quaking beneath him, you turn your head to share his labored breath and open your mouth obligingly when he licks at the seam of your lips.

“Too much?’ he asks breathlessly, the damp strands of his overgrown hair tickling your face as he lets his head fall into your shoulder. “Was it….did I take too much?”

You shake your head no, kissing at his sweaty temple and lethargically wrapping your arms around him.

“You’re perfect, John Martin. God help me, you are nothing less than perfect.”

In this moment, you can’t think too much about what you’ve done- the implications and inevitable fallout for your transgressions that you will both will have to face once the afterglow has faded and the cold morning takes its place.

As if he knows your train of thought, John nuzzles further into your neck and kisses your sweaty skin sweetly.

“Stay here,” he commands, his voice a soft and sleepy rumble in his chest. “I’m not going anywhere, just stay here with me….”

Closing your eyes you nod and rake your hand through his hair.

“Okay,” you say. “Okay.”

Your sins can wait. 

You can both be selfish for a little bit longer.

~ ~ ~

*toes ground awkwardly* so...here we are again. me: writing smut unprompted, you: wishing I would knock it off and finish a multi-chapter fic FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE. WELL, GUESS WHAT? I totally understand and am working on it I PROMISE! Thank you for reading and I love you more than Nixon loves alcohol ok bYE!

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[hoeiplier]

An//ti//ave///rage Primal Kink

woooo, 2 ficlets in one day????

anyway more of the se///////pt//////tic boys pls thank u

Chase huffs out a breath he had no idea he was holding in. Head spinning -- drunk on pleasure alone. His arms give out under him, his ass high up in the air, snapback falling from its home atop his head. His emotions mixed together, pleasure, shame, nervousness, arousal, a longing.

A longing to stay in this place under the other ego. 

Anti growls as he grabs the other’s hair, yanking him up into an arch, angling his thrusts just right against Chase’s sweet spot. His moans, his groans, each noise he made could only be described as animalistic. He knew the other wanted this as badly as him -- hell, it had been Chase’s idea to even engage this hook-up. A sob story of a text, an invitation to his apartment, mouths clashing against mouths as they hurriedly undressed on the spot. Grabbing desperately at each other like animals. 

Anti didn’t mind at all. Why should he? This was all instinct. This was how nature worked. 

His free hand reaches down, thrusting his hard cock deep inside Chase, scratching long brutal claw marks along his pale back. The soft white turning a violent red, matching the bites from their rushed foreplay. His cock picking up it’s pace, practically slamming into Chase, fucking each moan out of him, fucking each beg out of him. 

“Fuck--” Chase chokes out a moan, “harder, f-faster--”

Anti doesn’t answer, scratching another long hard swipe into Chase’s back, his hips driving deeper, harder, faster. Growling low, practically akin to a beast than an ego. It’s been so fucking long since he’s had such a pathetic willing prey to use. 

“All mine,” Anti’s hand lets go of Chase’s mess of brown hair. Pleased at his body keeping the same arched position he had him in. Each slam into his tight heat making the glitch shiver with delight. He can practically feel the few drops of pre-cum dripping down from Chase’s own throbbing uncut cock. “You’re my prey, all mine to fuck and use, and you don’t care at all, do you? You fuckin’ enjoy it don’t you?” Chase closes his eyes, mouth open as he pants. It’s unfair how each thrust hits his prostate perfectly, how each fuck into his body makes him cry out pathetically. It’s unfair how amazing Anti was at this -- practically an animal. “I..fuck! Anti--!” “Answer me,” Anti growls.

His hips stop, just the head inside Chase, breathing heavy as his free hands move from their tight grip against his hips to over the other’s shoulders. Laying them both down on hands and knees, his heated body against Chase’s. Their hearts beating out their chests as Chase whimpers. 

“Wait, Anti please, please please please I’m almost there--” “I said answer me, prey, answer your predator’s question before I leave you alone to deal with yourself.” his glitching voice gravelly demands.  

“Anti, I…”

Chase’s pants are interrupted. Barely getting a moan in as Anti bites down hard against his jawline. Nails digging into Chase’s pinned hands, cornering him. His own pride had long since washed away as soon as Anti showed up to his door, all he needed was pleasure and instincts now. Be damned his shame, be damned his nervousness, be damned anything human.

He needed this. 

And he needed it now. 

The carpet digs into his knees as Anti bites and kisses along his jaw. Panting just as loud as before, shaking in desire. 

“I need you, I...I fucking love the way you fuck into me. I love the way your cock pounds into me, it fe-feels so fucking good. I’m--” Anti growls, arousal drumming through Chase as he feels Anti slowly push in, “I’m your prey, nothing more than for you to use as you see fit -- fuck -- I’m all yours to ruin, Please, Anti, fucking ruin me--”

Anti growls. Primal, low, downright otherworldly. Glitching back to his position above Chase, his hands rough against his hips, fucking back into him. Feeling the other clench and grind back, full on whining as the pleasure from once before fills him again. 

“I’m gonna ruin you for anyone and everyone, you’re mine now, prey, fuckin’ got that?” Chase looks back. The once pathetic tear stained face Anti had come to know changed. His mouth hanging open, moaning as each thrust in makes him gasp, pupils blown wide, hair a full on mess as his pale skin leaves ruins of the other’s scratches and bites. 

The most perfect prey Anti ever had the pleasure of playing with.

“Fuck yes, all yours, Anti. all yours--”

#mod ghostie

[jemej3m]

Dare You

anon asked:

If your still doing prompts... What about if Neil and Andrew are friends and Neil figures out that he likes Andrew and asks his friends how to woo him and then Andrew has to deal with Neil's terrible attempts at wooing. But everything neils doing is the same thing that Andrews been doing but in his own way? Idk, the idea just won't leave me alone and I'd love to see how amazing you could write it. Love your writing besides, it always makes my day :)

also on ao3!!

*

Neil and Andrew had been friends for 5 years when they have their first kiss. 

The context? Neil’s small-town friends had all found themselves at the same university. Obviously, they banded together. Obviously, there were parties. Neil’s not a party person himself, but he loved his eclectic family and wanted spend time with them whenever he could. He’d moved to Palmetto when he was 13 with his mother, and as the youngest of the group, watched as the rest of them moved on from middle school to high school, and then from high school to college. 

But now they were all back together again. 

Thus developed his (mild) enjoyment of Allison or Nicky’s chaotic fiascos, which were technically parties, just lacking any rhyme or reason. 

Andrew wasn’t a party person either: in high school, he, Neil and Renee would have movie nights instead, waiting for the rest of them to stumble home in drunken stupors. 

He still tagged along to these gatherings, though. Maybe because Neil and Renee were now commonly in attendance. Neil didn’t think that Andrew would come just for Neil, but he hadn’t worked out why Andrew had become so inclined to participate. Maybe because Aaron was there, and they were trying to patch things up with one another. Their mother’s accident had really put a rift between them. 

“Are you playing?” Allison demanded. “Neil, you’re playing. Renee’s managed to convince Andrew to play, so you’re playing.” 

“Fine,” Neil mused, mostly to appease the inebriated monster that Allison was. No attention was paid to him in these drinking games, mostly because he didn’t drink, but also because he didn’t do anything too unreserved. 

“Great!” she cheered, slinging an arm around his shoulder and brought him to the circle. He automatically took his seat next to Andrew, and felt his friend lean closer. 

Friend was a loose term. Neil and Andrew were almost attached at the hip: When Neil’s mom had died two years ago, Andrew snatched him away and got a spare mattress in his bedroom till Neil had enough money to afford rent somewhere. Andrew was the only one who knew every horrific detail of Neil’s violent childhood, and the only one who’d seen the scars left by his dead-beat dad. Neil was the only one who knew everything about Andrew, too. 

“Spin the bottle, Allison?” Dan leered as the girl put an empty beer bottle in the centre of the circle. Everyone was there. “We’ve got family members here!” Aaron mimed a retching action as Nicky laughed, clapping loudly. 

“It’s just to pick who has to do truth or dare,” Allison retorted, waving the bottle in Dan’s face. “You wanna go first, huh? I’ll pick out your dare for you, Wilds. A personal attribute!”

“No way,” Dan laughed, leaning back into Matt’s shoulder. The guy was half asleep: alcohol did that to him, sometimes.

“Fine, I’ll spin it,” Allison huffed. With a little too much vigour, she flicked the neck of the bottle, sending it spinning wildly. 

And of course, it had to land on Neil. 

“First of the night!” Nicky crowed. 

“Neil’s just going to pick truth,” Allison complained. “And make us all sad.”

Neil grinned at her. “Not my fault you grew up in a guilded bubble.” 

“Shut the fuck up. Choose!”

Neil hummed, cocking his head to the side. 

“Don’t do something stupid,” Andrew warned under his breath. 

“Dare,” Neil said. 

“Here we go,” his best friend sighed. 

“Fuck yeah,” Allison grinned. “What should we make you do, hm? We all know you can and will eat anything without even flinching, no clothes-off, no alcohol...” 

“Maybe he should go try and steal something,” Kevin slurred. “He’s good at it. Fuckin’ hot-wired a car once, for the hell of it.” 

“Fuck off, Kevin,” Neil managed, ignoring the incredulous looks that the others were giving him. 

“When the hell did you manage that?” Dan demanded. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.” 

“He should kiss Andrew,” Matt mumbled, burrowing his face into the crook of Dan’s shoulder. No one heard him. 

“We should see if he can jump from the dorm roof!” 

“No,” Andrew said. 

“He should shotgun three Caprisuns,”

“Too easy!”

“Fine, five!” 

“He should kiss Andrew,” Matt repeated, sitting up and blinking the sleepiness away. 

The circle grew quiet. 

“Yeah,” Allison breathed, grinning wildly. She looked to Neil. “You’ve gotta kiss Andrew.” 

Neil glanced at Andrew, whose gaze was hooded as he glared at the been in his hand. 

“I’m not doing that if Andrew doesn’t want to,” Neil said. 

Andrew shrugged. “I don’t care.”

“See?” Allison said, gesturing wildly. “Pucker up, Josten.” 

“Well, this isn’t how I expected this to go,” Neil muttered. Andrew looked up at him, something making his eyes sparkle. “Tonight, I mean.” 

“Right,” Andrew said. “Well? Hurry up.”

Neil hadn’t kissed many people before. Andrew knew that all too well: he’d heard about all three of Neil’s dating disasters in meandering rants about expectations and Neil’s lack of interest in - well, anyone, really. 

He was overthinking this. It was just a kiss. 

“And no measly pecks, either!” Dan insisted.

Andrew didn’t care. It was just a kiss.

Neil felt all stiff and awkward, because he had no idea what he was doing, but it was fine, because Andrew was tilting his head and lifting up his hand to press his fingertips to Neil’s cheek, tilting up his chin a bit. Neil let him. 

When Andrew drew back, all Neil could think was that his lips were so soft. So soft. Everything about the kiss had been feather light, which wasn’t like Andrew at all. 

Neil learned new things about Andrew every day. 

“Happy?” Andrew said, facing the circle once more. Allison was cheering as Nicky and Aaron gave each other all-knowing side eye: Dan was clapping, and Matt was looking right at Neil with his head tilted to the side. “Now: go pick on someone else.” 

“Someone your own size, might you say?” Nicky teased. Andrew flipped him off. 

It had been a nice kiss, Neil thought. He didn’t know Andrew could kiss like that. 

“You with us, Neil?” 

Neil glanced up and found everyone looking at him. “Yeah? Why?” He frowned. “Did it land on me again?” Did he have to kiss Andrew again? He didn’t want to: not in front of everyone, at least. 

Wait, what?

“You’ve been spared for now,” Allison grinned. Neil flipped her off. 

And that was Andrew and Neil’s first kiss. 

*

Neil burst into Matt and Kevin’s dorm room - obviously, he and Andrew shared one, and Aaron was in the fancy dormitory for academic scholarship students - in a small frenzy. 

“Hey,” he told Kevin, who was sitting on his bed minding his own business. “Fuck off.” 

Kevin glared at him. “You realise this is my room?”

Matt took off his headphones, looking over his shoulder from the tiny desk he’d crammed in at the end of his bed. It was comedically small in comparison with his gargantuan frame. 

“Please?” Neil begged. “I need to talk to Matt.” 

“Why can’t I hear it?” Kevin demanded. “I’ve literally known you longer than anyone else. We used to watch each other shit in toddler potties, Neil.” 

That was true. Still, Neil needed Matt, his not-childhood friend. 

“Dude,” Matt said. “Neil and I are bros. Somethings are just bro to bro. You talk to Andrew about shit you don’t talk to Neil about, yeah? Y’all are like brothers. That’s different from being bros.”

“None of that made sense,” Kevin muttered, packing up his shit. He glared at Neil. “I’ll be in the common room. You’re making up for this by editing my thesis.” 

“Looking forward to it,” Neil said dryly, ushering Kevin out the door and leaning against it, feeling a little breathless. 

Matt jumped onto his bed, patting the spot next to him. “Come hither, child.” 

“I hate it when you say that,” Neil complained, dutifully crossing the tiny room and curling up into a ball on the mattress next to him. Matt patted him on the shoulder gently, though it still managed to send shocks right to his fingers and toes. Matt was just a big guy. 

“What’s this all about?” Matt pushed, when Neil stayed in a curled ball. 

Neil’s head flopped back, thudding against the wall. He swallowed, staring at the ceiling. 

“I like Andrew.” 

“Well, that’s good news,” Matt laughed. 

“No, Matt.” Neil glared towards the window. “I think I’m in love with Andrew.” 

“Yes,” Matt said earnestly. “I know.” 

Neil’s neck nearly snapped what with how fast he looked at Matt. “What?”

His friend snorted. “Dude, you’ve always been infatuated with him. We’re best friends, Neil. You and Kevin are best friends. Do you really want to go cuddling up with either of us, like you do with Andrew? Do you spend hours with either of us at a time, just talking? Do you dream about us? Have you told us everything about you?”

“How do you know I’ve done those things with Andrew?” Neil accused, even though he was completely right. 

Matt shrugged. “That’s how I am with Dan.” 

“We’ve cuddled,” Neil said weakly. 

Matt slung his arm around Neil’s narrow shoulders. It was like wearing a blanket. “Hell yes, we have. But that’s not what I mean.” 

“We don’t do that.” 

“Head out of the gutter, bucko. Remember that photo Allison managed of the two of you? Asleep on the couch? You were literally asleep on Andrew’s chest: one of his legs was hooked over your hip. That’s some serious canoodling, bro.” 

“You’ve analysed us that intensely,” Neil said flatly. 

Matt snorted. “It’s kinda hard not to. You’re both all over each other. I’d say it’s sweet if it wasn’t, well, you and Andrew.”

“So if you knew I liked him,” Neil complained. “Why’d you dare me to kiss him? Now I’m aware of it, and I hate it!”

“That was kinda the point,” Matt admitted. “Why the hell do you hate it? Love is a good thing!” 

“Need I remind you of my parents?” 

Matt shoved him gently. “Don’t start pulling the parent card. Neil, you’ve loved Andrew for years. And - well, I can’t really read him, no one can - I think he likes you back.” 

“He does not,” Neil insisted. 

“He does!” Matt sung. “You know what you have to do now, Josten?”

“No,” Neil said, sullen. 

“You’ve gotta woo him.” 

“Here we go,” Neil mumbled. 

Matt winked. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you. Andrew will be head over heels for you in no time.”

*

“So,” Neil said, sitting on his bed. Andrew was reading a book, his reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. He only wore them in their room, even though everyone knew Aaron had reading glasses and thus Andrew would have to wear them too. He had his armbands off and a pair of knitted socks on. Neil had become so keenly aware over everything that constituted of Andrew recently: it was driving him up the wall.  

Andrew looked at Neil from over his book. “What?” 

Neil shrugged. “I don’t know. Do you want to go somewhere?” 

Andrew glanced at his watch. “Now?” 

Neil shrugged again. 

“What’s this about?” Andrew asked, sitting up.

“Nothing!” Neil stressed. “Just thought it might be good to - get out?” 

“It’s a Tuesday evening,” Andrew said flatly.

Neil deflated. “We don’t have to go.” 

Andrew sighed. “Fine.” Neil perked up. “Where did you want to go?” 

Neil hadn’t thought that far ahead. “David’s?” 

“David’s,” Andrew repeated. “Neil, you don’t like diner food.” 

“Well, now I do!” He really needed to stop the hiccups in his voice. Stuffing his feet into his shoes, he yanked on his coat and shoved his keys and phone into his pocket. 

“Now I’m even more suspicious,” Andrew said, watching Neil’s erratic behaviour with mild amusement. “You’ve never willingly taken that phone with you unless I forcefully reminded you too.” 

He needed it to text Matt. “We all learn and grow,” he said breezily, escaping out the door. “Hurry up, I want coffee!” 

“It’s nearly fucking midnight,” Andrew growled. 

He skipped ahead till he arrived at the dorm’s parking lot: Andrew’s was in the corner, where it couldn’t be scratched. After his mother’s death he’d used his portion of her life insurance to buy the thing, but it hadn’t got him more than a heap of junk. He’d spent a whole summer fixing it up: Neil had watched him from the corner of his garage, a little mesmerised. 

Fuck, he liked Andrew so much. He could hardly contain it within himself. 

He switched the radio to Andrew’s favourite channel as they drove to David’s, an old diner on the corner of campus. It was run by a grouchy old man by the name of David Wymack, hence the name. He served the only pancakes Andrew would speak well of, and sometimes Neil could withstand the fruit smoothies. 

Andrew glanced over at Neil at the music choice - Neil almost always usually bickered with him about playing heavy rock when it got past 9 o’clock - but said nothing, continuing to drive. 

There was almost no one in David’s when they arrived, even though he usually shut at one. Neil was relieved for that: he didn’t feel like anyone watching him as he failed miserably at wooing Andrew Minyard.

Andrew got his pancakes and Neil decided to try the blueberry smoothie, sans ice cream. 

“What is wrong with you,” Andrew muttered. 

It clearly wasn’t going well. Neil grimaced and shrugged. “Dunno.” 

Andrew squinted at him. “Are you upset?”

“What? No!”

“Can you bozos stop wasting my time?” Wymack huffed. 

“Fuck you too, old man,” Andrew said. Wymack flipped him off and proceeded to put an extra scoop of ice-cream onto Andrew’s plate. Their relationship was baffling, especially after Andrew worked the summer here with Renee. 

They sat at a corner table, a little ceramic jug with plucked daisies plonked in the centre of the red-and-white chequered table cloth. 

“You seem jittery,” Andrew said. 

“I’m fine,” Neil managed. Andrew reached out with his hand under the table to stop Neil’s leg from bouncing. The heat from his palm was addictive. Neil made a strange squawking noise, and Andrew immediately withdrew his hand. 

“You’re fine,” Andrew repeated. 

“Yup,” Neil insisted. Andrew’s pancakes arrived, so Neil tried to distract himself from the ruffled blonde hair and pale eyelashes and the freckles on his nose, sipping at the smoothie. Neil didn’t know what to do with that information. It was quite unnerving. 

They were done by half-past-twelve, when Andrew decided to get up and leave without warning. Neil - in a moment’s panic - took one of the daisies from the jug and hopped up after him. 

Andrew was leaning against his car door, lighting up two cigarettes. Moonlight shone down, curling in his hair and curving across his jaw. Neil found himself a little star struck. 

Andrew offered up the second cigarette and Neil took it from between his fingers with his lips, like he usually did. This time all he could notice was how close it put them, and the shape of Andrew’s lips. Now Neil knew what they felt like, too. 

This is ridiculous, Neil thought. 

“Why are you holding a flower?” Andrew asked. 

Neil looked down to where the daisy rested in his palm. He brought it up and tucked it behind Andrew’s ear. The tips of Andrew’s ears went very pink: he had to be warm in that large sweater of his. 

“Don’t know,” Neil answered truthfully, looking at where the daisy drooped down over the shell of Andrew’s ear. 

“Okay,” Andrew managed, though his voice was a bit strained. What if he was allergic to daisies? No, that was ridiculous. Neil would know if he was allergic to daisies. 

They finished their cigarettes in the quiet. Everything was so muddled. Neil just wanted it to go back to normal. And yet: he wanted to kiss Andrew. 

Fucking hell, he thought. 

*

“Back to the drawing board,” Neil announced, bursting into Matt’s dorm room again. Kevin wasn’t there, thankfully. 

Matt arched his brow. “Huh?”

“Date and flowers didn’t work. What the hell do I do?”

His friend hummed. “What about gifts? Is there something you could give him that’s romantic?” 

“He likes chocolate?” Neil hedged.

“Could work,” Matt acknowledged. “Or, you know, we could make him jealous.”

“Absolutely not,” Neil grimaced. 

“Just a thought.” 

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Neil groaned, sinking into a puddle on the floor. 

The door opened as Kevin stepped through. He didn’t even pause, stepping right over where Neil had melted onto the floor. 

“Don’t mind him,” Matt acknowledged. 

Neil made an exasperated noise. 

“Have you always been so dramatic?” Kevin acknowledged. 

“Maybe you could recite a monologue to him,” Matt suggested. 

Kevin frowned. “Who?” 

Before Neil could shush him, Matt sung out “Andrew!” with a cheerful smile. 

Kevin signed. “Fucking finally. Everyone’s been waiting years for the two of you to sort yourselves out.” 

“What?” Neil sat up. “Are you serious?” 

Kevin shrugged. “It’s pretty obvious.” 

“For fuck’s sake,” Neil groused. 

“He’s trying to woo Andrew into liking him back,” Matt informed Kevin. 

Kevin frowned. “Why don’t you just tell him that you like him?”

“Because that’s mortifying?” 

“You’re such a horribly adjusted human being,” Kevin muttered. 

“He’s kinda right,” Matt acknowledged. “I just kept asking Dan on dates till she accepted.”

“No,” Neil hoisted himself to his feet. “I’ll figure it out. It won’t have to come to that.” He glared at both of them. “Thanks for nothing. Neither of you know anything about relationships.” 

“We are both in committed, loving, long-term partnerships,” Kevin pointed out. 

“Love you too!” Matt called as Neil stomped out.

*

Neil eventually developed a checklist. 

Spontaneous midnight date? Nope. Flowers? Definitely a no. Making him a mixtape? Not the right decade. 

Accompanying him places definitely didn’t work: Neil was late to all his classes for a week. Cooking for two also didn’t work, seeing as the only thing Neil could cook was 2 Minute Noodles. 

Chocolates was a moderate success, but it probably didn’t help the wooing cause. It didn’t help that they roomed together: Neil didn’t get much time to scheme, because neither of them were social butterflies, and their dorm room was their safe space. 

The only thing he thought could’ve been counted a success was when they decided to rewatch the last two Harry Potter movies together: Andrew yanked Neil over to his bed and they nestled into the corner to watch the films from Andrew’s laptop. Neil was so consumed by the thought kiss him kiss him kiss him that he barely registered either of the films. 

One month passed since Neil’s epiphany, then one and a half: It even got too the point that Neil jostled Andrew’s shoulder at another of Allison’s ‘parties’ and said “Remember the last time she made us participate?” to which Neil only received an odd look and stale silence.

He also tried to rig one of Allison’s silly games, giving Andrew a piece of paper that asked do you like someone? Andrew set the thing on fire with his lighter, and the dormitory nearly had to be evacuated.

Neil was beginning to lose hope. 

“You upset, Neil?” Renee asked, dropping into the chair next to him. He was studying in the library, one of the few places he knew Andrew wouldn’t follow. 

“Hi, Renee,” Neil said, sullen. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She twisted herself around to face him. “What’s up?”

“Can’t talk to you about it,” Neil mumbled, resting his head on his folded arms and glaring at the table. 

“You know,” Renee said, slightly amused. “I overheard something about someone being interested in Andrew recently.”

Neil sat up. “You did? Who?” He’d fight them. Not that he was possessive, or jealous. 

Renee laughed. “You, silly.” 

Neil deflated. “Does everyone know? I feel like I was the last one to figure it out.”

Renee patted his shoulder gently. “Almost the last one.”

“What do you mean?”

“Andrew doesn’t know.”

“Good,” Neil huffed out. “That’d be embarrassing.”

Renee shook her head. 

“He’s never going to like me back,” Neil mumbled. “I’ve been trying so hard, but he won’t notice.”

“He did mention you were acting odd, recently,” Renee acknowledged. 

Neil huffed. “Yeah, well. There’s no point in keeping it up, is there? Not if nothing will happen.”

“You know,” she said. “I always found clarity in honesty.” With that, she winked and slid off her stool. “See you around, Neil.”

“Yeah,” Neil muttered. “See you.”

*

Neil dressed quickly in the shower stall and hooked his towel over his shoulder, carrying his small caddy back to his room. He was wearing old pyjamas: fire-engine truck flannels with one of Matt’s oversized (or normal sized, for him) hoodies that went all the way to his fingertips. He shook out his wet hair as he traversed from the bathroom back to his dorm room and shouldered his way in, the door unlocked. That meant Andrew was back. 

And back, Andrew was: facing the wall, he was tugging off a turtleneck sweater and yanking on a t-shirt that Neil recognised as his: he’d already changed into grey sweats that were too long for him, hanging around the ankles. 

Neil slowly put his soap back onto his little shelf, hanging his towel on a wall hook. Andrew glanced over his shoulder at him, acknowledging Neil’s presence, before going back to unpacking from his day and readying for bed. 

Neil felt sucker-punched. 

“Andrew?” 

He glanced back again, brows furrowing at Neil’s strange tone. “What?”

When Neil couldn’t answer, he dropped what he was doing and came closer. His fingers curled in Neil’s collar, tugging him closer. 

“You’re pale as shit,” he commented. “Are you going to collapse?”

“I’m already falling,” Neil joked weakly. 

“What?”

“What?”

Andrew stepped back. Dammit, Neil thought. “What the hell is going on, Neil? You’ve been acting fucking weird for ages, now.”

“I really like you,” Neil breathed out. 

Andrew froze. 

“I wasn’t meant to say that,” Neil bit out, folding his arms over his chest. “But I can’t get over it. Ever since we kissed I’ve been kinda losing my mind, and everyone’s told me I’ve liked you for years -” 

“Shut up,” Andrew said fiercely, stomping right up into Neil’s space, crowding him against the door.

“Um,” Neil mumbled, blinking. 

“You’re the worst,” Andrew hissed. “You’ve been doing all this shit because you like me? I thought you were working up to telling me you were leaving!”

“What?” Neil echoed. 

“Shut up,” Andrew complained. “You’re the fucking worst. I hate you.” 

And then he kissed him. Andrew kissed Neil, that is. It was definitely one of the best moments of Neil’s life, which wasn’t saying much, considering his track record. Still, Neil’s fingers spread out across Andrew’s shoulder blades as his hands grasped Neil’s jaw, kissing him for real, this time. 

Neil had been right: it was definitely better when there was no one else watching. 

Andrew’s shoulders were hunched over when he fell back, pressing his forehead to Neil’s shoulder. 

“You like me?” Neil asked, voice higher and breathier than he thought he could manage. “Since when?”

“I hate you,” Andrew retorted. Then, quieter, he said: “Since forever.” 

Neil’s hands pressed him closer: this wasn’t unfamiliar, the proximity, Andrew’s touch, breath wafting over bare skin. But the warmth encompassing it made sense now. 

“Okay,” he said. And then: “Me too.”

“Were you trying to woo me with 2 Minute Noodles?” Andrew inquired.

“No,” Neil said sheepishly. 

Andrew shook his head, tilting Neil’s head down for another kiss. Then he signed against Neil’s lips. “I hate you. So much.” 

Neil grinned.

*

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