#he fucking choked KEVIN like COME ON

[allforthe-gay]

it is completely one hundred percent baffling to me that any of the foxes would come away from witnessing neil and andrew's reunion in baltimore with the opinion that their relationship was just hate fucking . like my brother in christ are you blind

#andrew was FERAL . #he fucking choked KEVIN like COME ON #and he was like RACING into the room to see neil and #he was all like *tugs neil's hoodie to get his attention* *threatens anyone who tried to come close to them (abby)* #he was all like 'i dont trust them to give you back.' come on man . #and neil was looking at andrew . most definitely Like That. when he was talking to abby #neil was all battered and bruised from barely dodging a fucking death sentence and he sees andrews partly red eye and thats #the first thing he talks about #*lightly taps a thumb against the bruise at andrews eye* i didnt know theyd staged a riot #they were all like Looking at each other and ..... idk i am not explaining this well enough but . #you don't need me to. you all read it #it was So Fucking Obvious my god #im crying bc even neil thought nicky wasnt far from the truth at that point #like he could not have been more incorrect istg . #aftg #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #all for the game #mi ne

[theapangea]

Omg do you think he gets jealous easily?? Like if someone is flirting with innocent!reader and she doesn't really get it and thinks theyre being nice and like Lip comes over and just starts talking dirty to her or something.

Ok ok ok I think Lip is not like jealous jealous. He's pretty confident in himself and may not care if other dudes hit on you per se but he is definitely the type of dude that would say "He can't fuck you like I can". ughhh I love him sm

This how I think the situation would play out...enjoy cuties <3

The Alibi is loud tonight, louder than normal and here you are sitting all alone because Lip has to use the bathroom. When duty calls, duty calls he laughed before placing a quick peck to your forehead. You baby the cold beer that sits between your palms. Lip mainly got it for you to fit into the bar scene but knows he will probably be the one drinking it.

Your eyes follow around the small room, card game in the corner, a group playing pool, a quick smile from Kevin as he keeps a close eye on you while Lip is away. Feet lightly tapping the bar stool to the faint music you can barely hear over the talking, yelling, shouting.

"Hello there, pretty lady," an unfamiliar voice speaks to the right of you, turning you head to meet with an unkept man about 30 or so years old. "Mind if I sit?" He questions, gesturing at one of the empty bar stools.

"Sure," Your voice is calm, a quick smile peaking through.

While situating himself on the stool, "So what's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?"

"Waiting I guess."

"I'd never keep you waiting." His is quick and confident in his comment. A smirk dancing across his face as he fingers reach out to graze your forearm.

"I see you made a friend." Lip's voice sends a shiver down your spine. The volume breaking through the loudness of the space. His arm instantly finding its place over your shoulders.

Smiling up at him, "Yeah, yeah...this is...um?" Realizing you actually don't even know who you are talking too.

"Ricky."

"Ricky." You repeat back to Lip.

"Got it," His thumbs wipes his bottom lip. "So Ricky you plan on fucking my girl tonight?" He leans against the table, his arm slightly pulling you with him.

Lip's comment sending blood through your ears, the heat rising to your face as Ricky chokes on his alcohol.

Lip continues, "Because you and I both know you'd never be able to fuck her like I can so..." He nods his head, signaling for the man to leave.

Ricky taking the hint as he tilts his glass towards Lip, moving to the other side of the bar.

"Lip." You lightly hit his chest, the embarrassment coating you like a blanket.

"What?" Lip laughs, "You know it's true."

~~~

ok just a little bit of what may happen. I do think here is a time and place for a Jealous Lip which is so HAWT so maybe I will write something about it -- let me know.

a little kiss for you for supporting me!!

#lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher imagine #lip Gallagher imagine #shameless x reader #implied smut #lip gallagher #shameless #theapangea

[haet-sal]

BBGG(bad boy good girl)/biker!Sunwoo x fem!reader SMUT

Tags: sunwoo smut, best friend!kevin, juyeon and q feature, Nicknames (good girl, baby, little princess, etc), SPIT IN MOUTH, P in V, DEGRADATION (calling you a whore), choking, sort of VERY ROUGH, unprotected, implied PAINAL

Porn with plot. Having freshly moved into the suburbs, you invite your neighbors for a Christmas party, being that they’re singles far away from family, too. You meet Sunwoo, and… sparks fly.

It’s not even really mentioned that sunwoo is such a bad boy... intro is long but it’s cozy holiday times!

w.c.: 4.7k

If you enjoy this please consider reading my other tbz fic, a juyeon smut

😛

The winters were getting dark and snow had begun to fall—you’d missed the first snows driving into town, and now, a week into the move, snow has become an annoying, filthy and incredibly proverbial thing that had lost its magic.

Your housemate, Kevin—and best friend who you’ve been rooming with since you moved out, but we don’t mention that—looks out the window, both hands clutching a warm mug of cocoa. “We should do something for Christmas,” he says. “Why did I go through designing the decorations of our amazing, spectacular, show-stopping, never-attempted-before Christmas tree, if we can’t have guests to show it to?”

“You said you design to please yourself, not others.”

“Well I take it back.” Kevin tuts as he looks outside at the window. “Let’s have a party.”

“You’re insane—”

“YOU BOUGHT ENOUGH CHAMPAGNE FOR 10 PEOPLE STOP HOGGING IT—”

So Kevin convinces you to go over to the neighbors and invite them for a neighborly new year’s party, held between new year’s and christmas, just for the hell of it, and also because he wants bitches to see his bitchin christmas tree. It’s ego issues, honestly.

Kevin could not convince you enough to invite more than one house, so you made a deal: he does the other houses, you go over to just the closest neighbors and then you go home. As you set off, both at the same time, you keep looking over your shoulder at Kevin, just to see how far along he was.

You arrive at the door of the house adjacent, a house entirely painted black. You knew that its garage was also a make-shift workshop, because you had seen many bikers with machine problems park there. They seemed to be a trusted mechanic too, because you saw the people were overly friendly—the neighborhood didn’t seem to like them, though, thinking they were an eyesore and a fright to their area, but that’s the more reason you rooted for the three boys that lived in the dark house.

After you’ve rung the bell, you wait. You wait, and you look over at Kevin, just to see he’d gone over two houses already. Seriously? Kevin’s ahead of you and the one house you gotta invite won’t even fucking open?

You kicked at the snow. “FUCK!” You’d thought no one would hear it, because the cold vacuum of the snowy town tricked you into thinking you were in space, but the door immediately opens, that cold, dead-jet-black door. A boy with white hair and a smile pops out. “Uh, hello?”

“Hi!” you say, blood rushing more and more to your face in the cold, and you felt the heat coming—maybe it’s from embarrassing yourself in front of these boys, actually—”I just moved into the other house—number 13?”

The boy at the door opens the door wider so his roommates could see you, and you take their appearances in: one guy, standing close to the door, had these catlike eyes that bore into your soul. He wanted to know what you wanted, too. And meanwhile, the guy farthest from you, with thick fluffy hair and thick lips, stood on the stairway and stared you down. The boys looked barely interested, or at least they feigned it, with the guy with the intense stare zeroing on you. The guy that opened the door, though, tried to smile at you.

“Um, we were thinking of having a new year’s party, later this week, on Sunday? It’d be really nice if you could come—if you don’t already have plans. I’m Y/n—”

“Changmin!” The guy holding the door open introduces himself. “That’s Juyeon and Sunwoo. Is that all? New Year’s party?”

“Y-yeah, and—it’s on the 29th,” you say. “Between Christmas and New Year’s, the perfect date, isn’t it?”

“That’s nice! That’s for inviting us,” says Changmin. “Is that all?”

Damn, they really wanted you out of their hair, huh? You just nod, absentmindedly—dissociating because it was the only thing going to save you now—”Uh-huh. Yeah. So, well, see ya!”

When you came home Kevin was still inviting every house in the neighborhood, going door to door. You wait patiently for him, listing all the things you were going to say to him. No one’s coming to the party, you stupid slut. There’s not even going to be a party. But when he comes back he looks too excited you didn’t want to burst his bubble.

“Easily done,” Kevin says, as he shakes snow off his boots. “Those guys in that house—one of them’s in law school. What are your guys like?”

You shrugged. “Weren’t very talkative. I doubt they’ll even show up.”

“I invited the house in front of ours, too, but there’s a whole, like, little toddler there and I don't think we can count them in,” Kevin says. “We’re not exactly a child-safe environment—”

You hit his arm. “Of course we are! This party won’t be rated more than PG13, for the champagne drinking.”

.

“Is this what we’re really doing? Really?” You pull your velvet skirt down to cover the gap between your thighs and the skirt, but it just reveals more skin on your midriff. You and Kevin are in matching blue velvet.

“We’re matching velvet twins!” Kevin announces in joy. “Fuck. I’m getting static-zaps.”

“We look like the twins from the Shining.”

“You look killer,” Kevin reassures, trying to hype you up, but you simply rolled your eyes. “Kev… no one’s even going to show up.”

“Ah, but you’re waiting for no one to show up, so you get to keep all the liquor to yourself!” (It’s actually pathetic. He went and bought other kinds of booze, for ‘cocktail making’. Does Kevin even know how to make cocktails? NO!)

Surprisingly, your guys—the guys from the black house with the workshop garage—are the earlier ones to show up, and now it’s just the five of you, and you welcome them in, giving them appetizer plates. Kevin’s ecstatic, and wants to get to know them, but the biker boys were rather quiet.

The next guests to arrive were from house number 15, three boys, who introduced each other: Sangyeon, Haknyeon, and Jacob. Sangyeon and Haknyeon were the law school kids Kevin had been talking about, and Jacob was a photographer of some sorts, you didn’t ask further—although they had been eager to talk. You took a liking to Haknyeon, and as you served him appetizers, you broke into conversation.

“I really thought you’d invited more than these people,” Haknyeon says with a frown. You’re suddenly curious.

“Huh? You mean your housemates and the guys from number 11?”

Haknyeon leaned into you as he gave a side-eyed look at the other table. “Those guys are…” He hesitates, before he says: “trouble. Basically criminals.”

You frowned. It’s not like you could just tell Haknyeon ‘don’t be a snob,’ you didn’t even know him. Plus, if those guys actually were bad news, you didn’t want to start a feud with them, especially when they lived so close. So you force a smile. “Uh Huh! Well, the more the merrier—it’s Christmas, it’s time for… forgiveness?”

But Haknyeon looked over your shoulder at the arriving guests, all dressed in black, with a peculiarly mean set of eyes. You sighed. This was going to be a long night.

.

“Why are the two houses staring each other down?” Kevin whispered into your ear as you two were setting the table for dinner.

“You awakened a life-long feud between scholars and biker gangs,” you answered. “I told you the party was a bad idea.”

Kevin rolled his eyes at you, and well, you deserved it, you needed to stop shittalking a party that was already going on.

Kevin sets his Masterchef-style cooking onto the table, introduces the dishes—some of them french, some of them asian—and everyone starts to eat. And it’s silent in the dining room, because neither group wants to talk to the other.

Each of Haknyeon’s group compliments Kevin’s cooking, but only Changmin steps out from the bikers’ group to say the same. Kevin gracefully accepts the compliments.

It’s only when the drinks are served after dinner, and everyone was allowed to lounge around the living room, that the room didn’t feel so suffocating anymore.

Juyeon was the one to approach you, talking about Christmas and a book he read and something or the other, you don’t really remember. His conversation had been completely overshadowed by how his friend was watching you, from the corner near the fireplace.

Sunwoo, was it? Thick dark hair and kissable lips.

You thought Juyeon was the one with the killer stare, but damn, Sunwoo. If looks could kill…

If looks could undress. You knew what he was doing right now, a man only stares that long and that deep if he wants to fuck you. He’s watching you, only because he’s imagining you underneath him, making the ‘o’ face, crying out his name… he’s imagining what it’s like to have his cock buried deep, deep in you. The warmth of it, especially since the weather was so cold. Tis the season.

Somehow, you didn’t mind it.

You only hold Sunwoo’s stare for a bit, before you’re going around the party talking to Haknyeon, Sangyeon, even Juyeon, who seems to want to talk to you so badly that he keeps following you around and joining in on the conversations. But whenever you look across the room, he’s still staring at you, still there, ignoring everything else and just sipping his champagne slowly. You start to notice after a couple times how thick and sweet his lips looked, how sharp his jaw was, everything.

Being the only girl in the party, it’s not unexpected that most of the six guests you have over try to talk to you, each cutting in one after another, like taking a dance card from you. And yet… Sunwoo hadn’t come over at all. He bides his time. He even talks to Kevin. But somehow it clicked for you that this had to happen, you had to talk to Sunwoo.

You finally approached him, at his little corner with his refilled liquor, because you concluded he was never going to come over to where you sat. Tiptoeing up to him in your tight little stockings, you catch eye contact, his eagerly finding yours, and you say: “hiiii. Sunwoo, right?”

“Mmm.” He just nods. Although the reply was lackluster, you knew he wanted you; his stare said everything.

“Y/n,” you told him.

“Heard it when you invited us.” He sets his drink down on one of Kevin’s boxes he hadn’t put away properly, and Sunwoo turns to you anew, not at all smiling but with a newfound interest.

He’s checking you out. A fool could be able to tell. As he takes you in, little velvet dress and the way your tight leggings hugged your body, he finally manages to smile at you.

It’s a lop-sided smirk. The last-laugh kind of smile, charming, heartstring-playing, impossibly good-looking smile.

You refill a new glass and hand him one, clinking glasses with him.

“Listen,” Sunwoo murmurs to you over the bubbling champagne, “I can take you right back to my house, right now, and show you my bike collection—I have a full garage, if you want to see?”

You nodded, feet already picking you up to go. You don’t even know if you actually expect for there to be bikes–and, also, what if Haknyeon’s right and all of Sunwoo’s riches had criminal sponsorings?

You didn’t give a fuck. You feel hypnotized, you hear nothing but him. “I can show you… more than that, too.” His hand snaked over to your waist, fingers conveniently tucking themselves under your bra, and resting in that tight space.

You’re starting to walk away with him, your hand in his, and you were already halfway out the door when Kevin pulls you back.

“I’m going to see the bikes,” you say.

“No, you’re not.”

“Kev—”

“y/n, you are not going off to fuck a guest, whom we have over, while we literally have other guests over we have to entertain,” Kevin says to you slowly, which you were thankful for as you didn’t think you could handle a spitfire speech. You nodded slowly.

“And,” Kevin says, “you’re champagne drunk.” Pulling you back into the house, he shoots a look at Sunwoo. “Don’t be that guy, man. Try seeing if you actually still want her tomorrow.”

.

.

.

Your skirt is so fluffy and cute, and it barely covers your ass. Thankfully, you’re wearing stockings. You hugged your white sweater to your body, the all-white color coding worked as a look but it was still cold.

When you rang the doorbell, you’re expecting the same old as before: it would take a long while until someone comes, you thought. And well, you hate to be right. There was about a full minute where no one came, and the second stretched as you were withstanding the horrible cold. You rang the bell another time, and out comes Juyeon.

He shoots a sultry smile at you. “Heeeey. What’s your name again, Y/n, was it?”

“Uhhuh!” You hop into the warmth of their home. “Is Sunwoo here?”

Juyeon faltered. “Uh. Uh… yeah… first door upstairs.”

That’s strange, because the first door upstairs is the one right next to the window of your room… you wondered if he ever saw you, undressing or something or the other, silhouetted by the curtains.

“Juyeon hyung?” you heard Sunwoo call out, “did you get the door?”

What could he be doing that he couldn’t get the door? When you opened it, he had his headphones on. His room smelled like Dior Men, and was actually tidy enough that it surprised you. The blinds were shut, and he was just sitting in a lamp light.

“Oh,” Sunwoo says, “it’s you.” You wondered if he still remembers your name or if it had slipped away with the effects of the champagne. Not so drunk anymore, he doesn’t fix lustful eyes at you and expect you to bend to his will. Instead, he looks… soft. But still there’s insane chemistry here, you just had to get into his bed and have him rearrange your organs from the inside.

Standing up from his chair, Sunwoo comes over to the bed, inviting you closer with a hand gesture. You inched closer.

“So,” Sunwoo says, “it’s the tomorrow your friend was talking about.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “And you still want me?”

“Baby,” Sunwoo breaths out, his lips barely moving as he said it–it was just a moan and a breath at the same time—”I want you, so fucking bad.” Maybe he was saying ‘baby’ because he couldn’t remember your name.

You take a step forwards to him, and he catches you, basically seizes you so you’re in the air with just his arms supporting you, and makes you kneel on the bed, pretty bowed stocking bending at the knee.

You’re kissing Sunwoo. He tastes like cigarettes, but also just… like him. Something bitter and addicting, like dark chocolate. Slowly, you see that his hands are inching up your pantyhose, and soon he reaches the garter, holding your stockings up. His hands kept wandering, trailing down between where the skin was exposed between the ribbons. As if he were dying for a feeling of your skin, and there was just so little of it, he was drowning in this sea of not-feeling-skin.

You know you look good, because Sunwoo can’t stop looking at you, not even just at your face—at your whole body. The way you’ve dressed makes you look like you came straight out of a holiday card… or, well, a holiday playboy shoot.

Not to mention the fact that you’re kneeled between his legs on the bed, like a pretty little doll.

Sunwoo positions you so you’re sitting, looking at him with your back against the headboard, and now he’s hiked your skirt up and spread your legs, looking inside as if it hid something so fine and precious…

Your pantyhose and garter are white, but, clearly, under the white lace, he sees your red panties, innocent but sultry. You’d taken care in dressing yourself today, not even with Kevin’s help. You were just happy you looked like any guy’s Christmas sexual fantasy right now.

Sunwoo notices the Christmas color-coding, of course. “Tis the season,” he says under his breath, and before you could protest he’s ripped the stockings apart like it’s a Christmas present he’s been waiting forever to open. You whined out, a long, emotional whine, and he chuckled.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says. His head was already buried in the soft supple skin of your thighs that the torn stockings exposed, as he continued: “def—” kiss—”fin—”kiss” —nite–ly.” To punctuate his sentence, he bites down on the skin, but once you try to move away because it hurts, he simply sucked a hickey onto it. “Cute,” he tells you. He’s feeling you up over your panties, maybe just to check if you were wet—you were, but not enough that it might soak through.

“I want you to think of me,” Sunwoo says. “Think of what you want me to do to you, and then we’ll start, okay? Lemme just get you nice and wet…” He kissed your neck with so much force you’re falling backwards into the mattress, and that had been his intention. While he kissed, the hand on your panties had moved them to the side and was now teasing your wet slit.

“I want—” you gasped as he nibbled on the skin, soft but sharp bites, “I want you to fuck me.”

You can feel Sunwoo smiling against your collarbone, but you can’t see him; your eyes are scrunched closed just feeling what he was doing to you, hands on body, body on body. One of his hands was now under your little sweater crop top, holding you steady but also touching you… in the most right way that got your knees weak.

“Is that it?” he says. “How do you want me to fuck you?”

“I—ngh—”He’s sucking love bites onto your clavicle. “No, like, I want you to fuck me, I want it, hard,” you say, emphasizing the vulgarity. “I think you’re the only one that can do me so rough I cry. I want to be bruised, Sunwoo.”

You only hear Sunwoo laugh; a dry chuckle, and he’s off your skin, at least his mouth was—he’s pulled back, and you look up, just to see what he’s doing—and he’s concentrated, both hands flying to your panties—

It rips under the force of his arms, you can just see the biceps flexing as he tears them to each side. With a loud sound. The panties were limited edition, holiday patterns, ugh, but you’re about to get the greatest fuck of your life so you don’t even care anymore.

Sunwoo is silent for a moment, looking at your pretty little slit that glistens for him, and he wets his fingers before he puts them in you, two fingers, slow and tortuous finger-fucking you. You love the pornographic imagery of his two long fingers… sliding in and out.

“Mmm,” Sunwoo goes, lips pursed together as he concentrates on the feeling of you. “This isn’t going to bruise you at this rate—beg me, properly. Beg me to bruise your pretty little cunt up.”

You clench around his fingers, hoping they’ll stay in and curl up to hit you in the right spot, but it’s not enough. “I—I want to you fuck me, please!”

“Mm, not even close to good enough.”

“I want you to bruise my pussy,” you say, basically a declaration, “I want you to hurt me, I need to feel pleasure from how hard your cock is tearing my little pussy up.”

Sunwoo just cocked his head to ask for more, but you feel the fingers going faster now.

“I want you to put your hands around my neck—leave it purple and blue, the way you bite love marks on me–I want you to mark me up, please, sir.”

Sunwoo breaks into a smile. “Good girl. You know to call me that, huh?”

He retracts his fingers from your pussy; you realize it had just been for show, he didn’t intend to fuck you this way.

Sunwoo pulls off his shirt, heated in the moment, and his sweatpants are lowered, and he takes himself out of his boxers. As he readies to put it in you, kneeled at your feet, he puts the wet fingers into your mouth. “Suck,” he commanded, and you went to work, tongue salaciously wrapping around his digits. It’s his spit, yours, and your slickness, all together. So lewd and dirty but hot. You realize now you like bad boys and rough fucks.

Sunwoo palmed himself getting himself ready to fuck you, “No condom,” he says. “You don’t care, do you?”

You shook your head—you should, really, but… in the moment it didn’t matter at all. Plus, you were busy sucking his fingers, cross-eyed like a hentai drawing. You wanted whatever he did to you.

Your sweater is cropped and low-necked that it gave him easy access to under your bra and your clavicle, but now it wasn’t good enough, so Sunwoo lifts the synthetic wool up, throws it over his shoulder across the room, and next he’s unhooking your bra with one hand, while the other supports him so he could tower over you with those intense eyes, lust written all over them.

Once you’re bra-free, he plays with your nipples, wetting them with his mouth and then rubbing it between his fingers until it hardens. You could feel the whole act getting him hotter and harder inside you.

You reach for your skirt, hooking your hand around the zip so you could slip it off you, but Sunwoo stops you with his hand, basically batting it away. In doing this, he grabs your hand and pins it to the side of your head.

“No, fuck,” Sunwoo cursed, “keep your little skirt on. I’m gonna fuck you like you’re a whore I don’t even want to take the time to enjoy.” It turns you on more than you could say, so you press your thighs together, mewling, and of course, he’s between your thighs, so you’re wrapping them around him. “Plus,” Sunwoo adds, “you look so cute in the fluffy little skirt.”

“I knew you’d like it,” you cooed through moans. “I wanna be your little doll, Sunwoo.”

“Fuck,” Sunwoo hisses, truly hisses, like he’s been burnt or something. “Fuuuck. Fuck you.”

You close your eyes and let him fuck you into the mattress, and you’re jumping up with every thrust from how powerful it is.

You arch your back and moan. Truly, Sunwoo must be trying to bruise your pussy, because he’s thrusting so rough and fast. Again and again, you’re crashing into each other, bones and all, and he’s just so hot and hard. You were going to be sore for days, you loved it.

“You got me—thinking of you the whole night, and all of today.” His voice would flatten out into hisses whenever he felt you all tight and warm around him, and the feeling goes to his brain rendering him unable to form words. But he continues: “I’ve been wanting to fuck you, you know that, princess? You’re a tease for keeping me waiting—yeah, you like being a tease?” He spits in your face, and you flinch. You see his bared teeth and sharp canines that have been biting you all day. “Been—thinking–of–ruining your little pussy–fuck—since last night.”

As the thrusts get more powerful, your hands rush to his shoulders to just hold onto something, and your hands fall at his biceps, nails sinking in. You gasp in pleasure, again and again, and it’s going to your head that you don’t even know how to speak, how to request anything anymore. What you do, is bring your slender fingers to your cunt, and rub your clit, just to ease the tension you felt there.

Sunwoo scoffs a small laugh. “You’re gonna be the type of slut that rubs herself while getting fucked?” He shoves your hand away, and you’re too fucked-out to say anything back. “Leave that to me,” he says breathily. “Let sir make you cum, okay?”

Now you’re getting pounded in your g-spot and having your little clit played with, you felt like screaming, but you bit down on your tongue, only letting little tortured gasps slip past your lips.

“Sunwoo,” is what you start off with when you can’t hold the sounds in any longer. “Sunwoo, Sunwoo, S—” You’re screaming, a teeth-gritted, muscles-tensed scream, hands grabbing his sheets in your fists. Sunwoo keeps rubbing your little clit, each roll on the pads of his thumb making you clench around him.

“F-fuck, you’re tight,” he swears. “Fuck, I think I’m close.”

Wordlessly, you let Sunwoo keep his fast paced thrusts into you, and every time he’s so deeply inside you, you know you’re closer than ever. It takes him to falter in pace, trembling in his knees because it was just too good, for you to finally release, pussy clenched around his cock. And Sunwoo rests for a moment, just to feel your walls spasm around him.

He’s overwhelmed by the lust, but he’s not tired. Once you’re done, he goes again, and you’re overstimulated at his point, especially from the way he’s flicking your little clit, but you don’t tell him to stop. You take everything like a good little girl.

“Where do you want my cum, hmm?” Sunwoo rasps, his deep voice hot against your ears. “Tell me, little princess.”

“Not in me!” you moaned out. “Please, outside—outside, on my thighs, on my stomach—!”

With a groan, Sunwoo pulls out, cock leaking already, and spills all over your stomach. For a while, all you hear are his tortured little groans—he wouldn’t make any sound louder than that, suppressing himself—and all you feel is him, even if his cock wasn’t exactly in you anymore.

Sunwoo gathers himself for a while, hovering over you with just his arms holding him up, You see beads of sweat form around his forehead, and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, as he bites down to control the rest of him.

Before you can ask what he wants to do next, he grabs your shoulders, turning you around on your stomach. You like him when he handles you like a ragdoll, so you plop down without resistance.

“I wanna try that pretty little ass.” Sunwoo’s fingers are now buried in your hair, and he grabs a fistful just to yank it back. You gasp with the pain, but then, this is what you wanted, and it hurts so good.

He bunches up pieces of your ripped stockings and your ripped panties, and shoves them into your mouth, rather harshly and carelessly, just to make sure they go past your teeth. It’s uncomfortable and it smells like your skin, but you do everything he tells you.

“Bite down,” he ordered, “it might be a little painful.” You brace yourself, and you’re biting down, canines against cloth, before the pain even comes. And it does come.

Out in the garage, Changmin stands with a customer who had a bike problem. They’d been fidgeting with the tools for a while, standing around and starting the engines again. Suddenly the customer erects his head, looking around. “Did you hear that?” he asks. “It sounds like someone’s crying.”

“Oh, it's just the house wailing when northern winds blow,” Changmin says. “This time I think the neighbors’ house is doing it, too.”

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[sweetenerobert]

𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

DAY TWO OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN

tattoo artist!tommy miller × male reader

genre: sisters boyfriend tommy, childhood friends to lovers, explicit, no outbreak au, minors DNI

prompt: taboo au + “do you like when i touch you like this? i can keep going if you want me to."

summary: your sister’s boyfriend catches you reading smut in the kitchen and sees if you want to make your own smutty chapter

warnings: strong language, homophobic sister, cheating, mention of an age gap, face fucking, unprotected P in A, choking, spanking, dirty talk, pet names, creampies, fingering, spitting

word count: 7.4k

a/n: thanks to @morallyinept for listening to me rant about this, love you 🤍

It was your twenty-second birthday, and to say you were excited was an understatement. You’ve been looking forward to this day for a few days, why? You were getting your first tattoo ever. Your two best friends, Kevin and Eli, made you an appointment — already paid for.

You’d also discovered that your sister was planning for everyone to meet her boyfriend on the night of your birthday party. Your sister, Sasha, tends to steal your thunder — a handful of times. Once, when you were five, and she was seven, you made a Lego spaceship, and she had made an even bigger spaceship — with popsicle sticks.

That one time when you were thirteen, and you had gotten a cross-country award, and she was fifteen and had gotten a giant volleyball trophy. But this day didn't bring you down as much as you wouldn't let it.

After pulling up to the tattoo parlor, your excitement almost exploded through the roof. You’d gone through Pinterest last night like a rich person going through a Gucci store — overzealous. Making so many decisions, you were conflicted between three options.

The smell of a mint air freshener hits your nostrils first rather than anything else. The lights weren't so bright that they hurt your eyes, more or less made you have to cover for a second. Next, you saw the big flashbooks sitting on the small coffee table. But something else caught your eye — more importantly, someone.

His hair was slicked back — stopped by his neck. His neck was covered with tattoos, and his arms were covered with tattoos. He had a septum piercing, and his ears were stretched — having a small gauge in its place. His shirt was tight. You could see his pecs bulging underneath. The man was glancing down at his phone as the bell from the door didn't get his attention. As Kevin let go of the door, the bell rang, the man brought his head up, and a smile was on his face.

“Hey, sorry. Didn't notice you guys were standin’ there.”

His Texan accent was thick. It sent shivers down your spine hearing it.

“It’s fine,” You dismiss. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine, a lil tired, but good,” Tommy smiles. Tommy gets up from his seat, walks around the counter, and walks before you, Eli, and Kevin.

“So, who's the lucky sumobitch to get a tattoo?”

You smile and raise your hand as Eli wraps his arm around your shoulder. “This boy, he’s twenty-two.”

“He’s not a little boy no more,” Tommy smirks.

“He is not, he’s been wanting a tattoo since forever,” Kevin smirks.

“How come you’ve never gotten one before?” Tommy crosses his arms.

You shrug. “Never really had the time, and when I did. I would always forget about it.

"Well. This is your first step into becoming a man," Tommy smirks.

"Isn't that what your father says during puberty?"

"Yes, but this is also an important milestone in a young man's life, and I'm more than happy to start that."

You rub your hands in impatience, more than feeling anxious. You were ready and excited for this day to continue and drag slowly. You didn't want it to end anytime soon.

"Let's get this show on the road," You exclaim.

"That's the spirit. Since this has already been taken care of, you can come with me,” Tommy states, walking.

You eagerly follow Tommy, standing behind him; you can't help but admire his back muscles in his tight shirt; the way it hugs his back does something to you. His pants hug his ass to be firm and cup his buns perfectly. You shouldn't feel this way ─ especially on your birthday. You appreciated Tommy's distraction, but you wanted to keep your head focused on this day. So you snap your head back to look up at Tommy's neck.

You look up at Tommy, making the distraction harder to contain. Your thoughts travel from clean to smutty when you think about how your hands would look tangled in his hair, your nails clawing his back as he thrusts his cock deep in you.

You had to shake your head to eliminate those dirty thoughts you were thinking about. You and Tommy arrived in a small room with a hydraulics chair in the middle of it, a TV mounted on the wall, and a desk arranged with a bunch of equipment you didn't know except the tattoo gun resting.

You looked nervous as Tommy turned around to look at you; you were rubbing your hands slowly, glancing around the room, and biting your lip. "You fine?" Tommy questions.

You snap out of your thoughts and look at Tommy. "Oh, yeah. I was just thinking about something, and it distracted me," You dismissed.

Tommy crossed his arms with a smirk on his face. "What were you thinkin' about?"

"You fucking the shit out of me and calling me a good boy," You thought.

"A birthday present I've wanted for a while," You spoke. It wasn't a total lie. You've been wanting a book for quite a while but never had the time to try and find it.

"What's the book titled?" Tommy nodded. You couldn't tell if he was trying to catch you in a lie or if he was genuinely interested in the book.

"Sweet Dandelion by Micalea Smeltzer," You smirked. "Why are you interested in a book anyway?"

Tommy chuckles, "What? I don't seem the type to read?"

You shrug your shoulders. "No?" You question.

"You'd be right; my girlfriend said I should buy a gift for her brother, and the suggestion she gave me: books. Importantly, romance books," Tommy explained.

"Of course, he has a girlfriend that puts my horny mind at ease," You thought.

"It is a romance book, more on the forbidden side."

"He might like it. I have impeccable taste in books," You comment.

“Is this a special occasion or something?”

“It's his birthday today, and I wanted to give him somethin’ out of the kindness of my heart,” Tommy shrugged.

“Aw, that's sweet. Even if you don’t know that person.”

“I just want everyone to like me, y’know. I don't want to make a fool of myself,” Tommy admits.

“You won't, just be yourself. I met you five minutes ago, and you seem cool.”

Tommy smiles. "Yeah, I bet. Anyways, you have a design in mind?"

"Oh," You exclaim. "Yeah, gimme a second." You pull your phone out of your pocket. Scrolling through the choices in your camera roll, you pick the option you decided on last night and show it to Tommy.

He strokes his beard and nods his head. "Got it, sit down. Do you need anything to drink?" Tommy asks.

"Water's fine," You state.

You sit in the hydraulics chair, watching Tommy leave the room. You have a smile plastered on your face in excitement. Your hands kept patting your thigh into a rhythmic beat, waiting for Tommy.

As you slowly glance your head around the room, Tommy walks in the room holding a water bottle in his veiny hands.

"Here ya' go, songbird.”

"Songbird? That's a new one," You smirk.

"Your friends made the mistake of telling me one of your favorite hobbies," Tommy smiles.

"Remind me to slap them later," You breathe.

Tommy's laugh made you smile and caused heat to rise to your cheeks. Grabbing black latex gloves and slipping them on his hands with a snap. "You ready to get this show on the road, butterfly?"

"Yeah," You smiled. "I'm ready.

It had been a few hours since you got your tattoo, and you couldn’t stop staring at it. Likewise with your family, but more looks of questioning and disgust from your sister. Kevin and Eli were excited about how your tattoo looked.

You were sitting in the dining room — at the dinner table, your mom had made your favorite dishes for your birthday, and your mouth was watering as you waited for Sasha's boyfriend. You were eager to stuff your face with all the food in front of you. You were bouncing your leg to think about anything else to distract you from the air scents whiffing to your nose.

"Does it itch?"

You turn your head to look at your mom to hear her question. "Yeah, I mean the ointment the guy gave me is working, but the urge to itch it is high now," You admitted.

"I still can't believe you still got a tattoo," Sasha stated.

"I'm twenty-two now, and I barely drink. So, a tattoo was a better option to play it safe on my birthday."

"What if you get an infection?" Sasha questioned.

You shrug. "I'll deal with that when that road comes into view."

"You're insane."

"We've established that already, sweetheart," You smirk.

"Now, now, Sasha," Your dad started. "He's an adult, and even adults need help on occasion. Son, if anything happens, let us know. And we'll help."

Your dad grabs your shoulder in a comforting way ─ knowing how intense his daughter can be.

"He's right, honey. If anything happens, let us know," Your mom smiled.

You smiled at your mom and dad's comforting tones. You and Sasha tended to be at each other's throats at times, her usually breaking your spirits. Your parents dreaded it whenever you two argued. At times, you both could say and resent each other and not speak to each other for days ─ your longest time? A week.

Your dad glanced at the watch on his wrist. "Sasha, where is this boy at? Your brother and I are starving, and this food is going to waste."

"Daddy," Sasha starts, grabbing her phone from her jeans pocket. "He said that he ─ oh he's here," Sasha smiled, getting up from her seat.

You, Eli and Kevin turn your head as the three of you hear a loud engine roaring outside. "How much you want to bet, he's got a tiny dick?" Eli questioned. You and Kevin both snickered. Glancing at the door, Sasha's standing outside cheerfully like a child seeing the ice cream truck.

Your mind had drifted back to the tattoo artist. You wondered if you were ever going to see him again. You missed his smile; his tattoos were intriguing, and you wished you had studied them more as you were in his chair. You also yearned to know what his name was. Eli and Kevin forgot who his name was when you asked them when you left. Tapping your finger on the table, waiting for Sasha to return, you hear the door open, and Sasha starts talking. “Everyone! I want everyone to meet my boyfriend,” Sasha starts. A person begins to walk in as Sasha talks; You, Kevin, and Eli are wide-eyed to see who's coming in.

It was the same guy who did your tattoo hours ago. He walked in, a beaming smile on his face, wearing a leather jacket and a wrapped gift in his hand. Wearing the same jeans you admired him in prior, you bit your lip to calm yourself down.

“His name is Tommy, and he’s a tattoo artist,” Sasha smirked.

You were too stunned even to acknowledge your sister's statement. You knew who Tommy was hours prior. The same man you fantasized about, who did your tattoo hours ago, is dating your sister.

“It's nice to meet everyone,” Tommy smirks.

“His name is Tommy?” Kevin asks.

“I forgot about that,” Eli admits.

“Of all guys, Sasha could’ve dated. It had to be him,” You whined.

“Hey, dummy. Come and get your present,” Sasha’s voice snapped you out of a weird, one-sided conversation with your friends.

You reluctantly get up from your seat and walk towards Tommy. A look of shock and confusion appeared on his face. You anxiously rub the back of your neck.

“Songbird? Sasha’s your sister?” Tommy questions.

“Songbird?” Sasha questions.

“Oh, that reminds me,” You turn to look at Eli and Kevin. “I’m going to hit you both.”

“C’mon, we were looking at ideas for your birthday, and karaoke came up,” Eli starts.

“We both know how much you love to sing, and maybe we found one, and we could go to it after dinner?”

“I’ll revoke the slap for now,” You nod, turning back to look at Tommy with a smirk, indicating he was nervous. “I hope you like it,” Tommy states, handing you the gift.

You take the gift from his hand and glance down at it in your palms. You don't remember when someone wrapped a birthday gift for you. You appreciated Kevin and Eli’s gifts, the tattoo mainly, but in the past, you’ve never gotten a hand-wrapped present before.

You appreciated that Tommy took the time out of his day to hand-wrap you a gift.

You glance at everyone staring at you in anticipation.

“You guys want me to open this now?” You question.

“Yes,” Everyone except Tommy spoke, making you jump out of your skin. You reluctantly open the gift-wrapping paper and rip away at the material as you feel the object's hardness underneath. Take the paper entirely off and see what’s in your hand.

A book you have been looking for a long time. Sweet Dandelion in your hand. The same feeling of being overzealous you had a day ago was rising back up again.

“Holy God, where did you find this?” You ask.

“I went to three different stores to find this book, and I had to gift-wrap it as soon as I got home. That's why I’m late, by the way. Sorry about that.”

“This is amazing. I forgot that I even talked about this with you.”

“You really shouldn't have gone through all this trouble,” You suggested,

Tommy waved his hand. “Like I told you, I wanted my girlfriend's family to like me, and I think I got bonus points for her younger brother.”

You were smiling from ear to ear as you wrapped your arms around Tommy’s neck in an embrace. He was tall, so it felt like hugging a tall stuffed animal. Tommy wrapped his arms around your back and patted your back. As your face sat in the crook of his neck, you felt Deja vu — like you’ve done this before — with Tommy.

You back up from Tommy’s hug, the leather of his jacket making a weird sound as you back up. You look at Tommy with a confused look as he gives you an awkward smile. “Thanks,” You manage to breathe out.

“No problem, it was no trouble at all,” Tommy dismissed.

“Sorry to interrupt, whatever that was. May you three sit down so we can enjoy this delicious food,” Your dad exclaims.

“Please? I’ve been hungry since,” Tommy smiles.

“Well, come on, then. Sit down, everyone,” Your mom waves at the trio standing up.

You, Sasha, and Tommy take your seats, where Tommy sits next to Sasha — near your father. A grin arose on your face as you could tell that Tommy was metaphorically shitting his pants.

━━━

Minutes ago, after dinner had ended, you were standing on your porch, arms crossed, watching Kevin and Eli admire Tommy’s car — a 2016 Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat, and watching your father and Tommy talking about the car. You couldn’t help but think about Tommy halfway through dinner. That feeling felt so surreal, and yet you yearned for it again.

“Mom and Dad seem to like Tommy,” Sasha states.

You nearly jump out of your skin hearing your sister.

“Oh! You jump. “What?”

“I said, Mom and Dad seem to like Tommy. How do you feel about him?”

“Oh,” You breathe. “Tommy’s cool and funny. I see why you like him.”

Sasha nodded. “Are you guys leaving soon?”

“Yeah. Would you like to join us?” You question.

“God, no! I don't know how you do that karaoke shit.”

“It's fun — especially when in a group. Do you think Tommy would want to join?”

Sasha turned her head to look at you with disgust written on her face. You could feel her gaze on you, and you turned your head. Whenever you see this look on her face, it usually sends chills down your spine and back — the type of chills that you want to hide from your older sister.

“Do you have a crush on Tommy or something?” Sasha interrogated.

“What? No! I can’t,” You spat.

“Good. It would be best if you stayed away from Tommy. I can tell you make him uncomfortable.”

“How do I make him uncomfortable?” You question.

“With that little hug, you have him inside earlier. You didn't stop staring at him at the table.”

“Our dad often interrogated him. I was interested in the questions and how Tommy would answer,” You spoke.

“So that must mean you’re interested in him,” Sasha retorted

“What? No what is your—”

Sasha turned her whole to stare at her younger brother with such anger that made your stomach churn with how intense her stare marked your soul.

“Stay away from my boyfriend, and we won't have any issues,” Sasha growled and retreated inside the house.

Sasha always tended to assume that you liked her new boyfriends when, in reality, you wanted nothing to do with them. But Tommy could be a different story. You weren't sure how you felt about him. You knew the Southern was attractive, but he’s dating your high-maintenance sister, and you would try your best to stay away from him. No matter how much his “bad boy image” would distract you.

Glancing back at your two best friends, they’re conversing with Tommy while you notice your dad walking up the stairs to the porch. “Have fun, son. Stay safe,” Your dad nodded. You smiled and nodded as your dad’s hands make contact with your shoulder — comforting you.

Your dad walks into the house. You see Eli and Kevin walk to Eli’s car — the conversation with Tommy seems to have ended. You reflectively walk to the back of Eli’s car — hand on the handle, but you yearn for that feeling with Tommy again that you did the unthinkable despite your sister's protests earlier.

“Hey, Tommy!” You exclaimed. Jogging towards the Southern, Tommy turns around to face you. As you are in front of him, jogging to him makes you receive that same feeling you received hours ago — that deja vu crawling from your stomach to your throat. Now, you were sure you must have known Tommy before.

“What’s up, Songbird?” Tommy asks.

His voice sent a chill down your soft cock. You wished how it would sound from behind hearing his voice.

“It was nice getting to know you, and thank you for the book. I hope to see you more around,” You smiled.

Tommy's smile could light up a room; hell, he could bring the sun back up from its dusk state.

“I would like that,” Tommy nodded.

As Tommy started to walk away, you had another question arise from your throat. “Hey!” Tommy turned to look at you. “One more question, and then I’ll let you go home.”

Tommy chuckles. “You can bother me anytime.”

“Before you permanently drew on my skin, do you think we have met before?”

His pupils glanced up at the dusk scenic sky, drew his lips in a frown, and shook his hand. “Can’t seem to think of any time, any reason?”

“Nah, it's nothing important,” You waved. “See you, Tommy.”

“See ya’, Songbird.”

You smile as you walk away from Tommy. That nickname would keep making you feel specific ways you shouldn't be feeling.

The days Tommy had come over the house felt countless. You’ve seen him more times than Eli and Kevin. After work, you only want to lounge in your bed and forget about being an adult. But then you see Tommy’s car in the driveway, and you are scared to enter cause the idea of hearing your sister's moans makes your skin crawl, and you feel physically ill.

But the times when you heard them, you wanted to crawl into a hole and be buried alive. Tommy usually would have to sneak in the house, but you would rarely listen to what happens when the two were together, and you were grateful for that. However, sometimes, you couldn't sleep, and you hated the sounds your sister would make.

But the grunts, praising, and degrading that Tommy would spit out made you feel a certain way you would hate to tell anyone. Sometimes your cock would twitch hearing Tommy’s voice, having to bite your lips to stifle your moans.

This was one of the rare nights where you couldn't sleep, and you didn't feel like wasting time lying in your bed. You would hate to admit it, but the book Tommy gave you was your favorite thing to read. You were reading in the kitchen, sitting in the high chair — feet dangling near the floor, book in hand.

It was a quiet night. Mom, Dad, and Sasha were sleeping, but you knew Tommy was over the house. You heard his car coming up the driveway. However, you didn't hear anything from Sasha’s room — which you were grateful for. You couldn't tell if you blanked out the sounds or if nothing was happening.

Too involved in the book you were reading, you didn't hear Tommy behind you — your back towards the opening he walked through. You were too concentrated on the book even to notice Tommy. It was only until Tommy's tall stature towered over you — his head over your shoulder.

“Whatcha’ reading?” Tommy asks.

“Jesus!” You exclaim, clutching your chest.

Tommy retracts his head from colliding with yours.

“Sorry. I scared ya’. Can I open your fridge?”

You turn half of your body to look at Tommy in confusion. “It’s insane that you are one of the only people who’s asked me that?”

“Really?” Tommy interrogated.

You nodded. “It's the southern charm of Tommy Miller that all the ladies love,” Tommy smiled.

You chuckle. “Help yourself — also, don't let my sister hear you say that other girls love that southern charm — she can be a bit possessive/intense.”

“Is she?” Tommy asks, grabbing the milk carton.

You scoff. “I’ve lived with her my whole life. I understand her intensity.”

Tommy chuckles, shaking the carton. “Hey, another question —”

“You can drink the milk from the carton if it's empty.”

Tommy looks overzealous with joy as he opens the cardboard container and brings it to his lips.

Your eyes slowly traveled to his neck as you watched him gulp down the milk. Eyes slowly trail down his bare chest as your mouth goes dry. You swear Tommy is drinking the milk slower than a baby does; Tommy’s chest and abdomen were covered in abstract, colorful tattoos, and you saw them as you yearned to trail your fingertips all over his tattoos.

Your eyes glance at his V-line, and you would hate to admit how much it turns you on that Tommy’s so defined in his muscles. Eyes glanced down even lower to Tommy’s hardened cock —

You snapped your body forward toward your book to avoid any eye contact with hard, throbbing appendages.

You hear a satisfied sigh escape Tommy’s lips and a light thud as the carton made contact with the counter.

Tommy’s interest peaked as he saw you back in the same position he saw you in a minute ago—the heat from his broad chest inches away from your back. You could feel how close Tommy was without having to look back. His head was hovering over your shoulder once again silently reading, but you weren't paying attention to him. You were trying to drown him out.

“Cock?” Tommy asks.

You nearly jump out of your skin again, but you contain yourself, and you slam the hardcover book shut. Tommy backs up and turns your entire body to see him — crossing your arms.

“What are you reading, songbird?”

“Nothing!” You shrugged. “Just the book you gave me.”

“Are you sure it's nothing?” Tommy questions, mimicking your pose.

“Yeah, why would it be something?”

Tommy brings his hand up from him, crossing his arms, and points at you, but you can't tell what he’s pointing to, so you glance down at yourself and then you see it.

Your dick was hard in your underwear. You wanted to die right then and there. You couldn't believe your sister's boyfriend just saw your hard dick. You quickly leave your crossing-arms position and cover your hardened cock.

“Oh, shush! Yours is hard, too,” You spat.

You wished you kept that you had seen his hard dick. Tommy glances down and shakes his head to the side.

“Wouldcha’ look at that, your right. But I didn't get this from reading dirty words in a book.”

“It's called smut,” You clarify. You wanted to die. You didn't have to mention what it is to Tommy.

“Anywho, I got it because your sister —”

“Barfing now.”

“She left me hangin’. Now I gotta deal with this,” Tommy complained.

“It does look painful.” You muttered. “Shit, sorry, my mouth moves faster than my mind thinks.”

“It's all good.” Tommy waved. “What’s smut?”

The heat rose to your cheeks as you heard Tommy’s question. “You don't know what smut is?”

Tommy’s lips made a thin line as he shook his head.

You took a deep breath before answering his questions.

“It's two book characters essentially fucking, and you're just reading.”

“S’ you're a voyeur?” Tommy asks, taking a step closer to you.

You chuckle. “No! You're getting it from a character perspective, so you're living in their head — in a weird way.”

“Does that turn you on?”

“What do you mean?”

Tommy’s closer now; your knees were touching his naval, his cock throbbing under your upper calf — under your knees.

“I mean, that you could easily be the character in any book, getting fucked out of your brains, screamin’ someone’s name — markin’ your territory with those nails, clawin’ their back. Beggin’ for more of their cock deep inside you.” Tommy whispered.

Your throat goes dry as well as your breaths start to get slower. Your sister's boyfriend was inches — centimeters away from you, and it was driving you crazy. You wanted to feel his lips on yours; would they be soft, rough, dry, or damp? You wanted to know.

"I- I, uh, a little. I try to imagine that's actually me," You swallowed.

Tommy grabs your wrists and moves your hands away from covering your cock. You and Tommy both look at your throbbing member. A wet spot of pre cum leaked through the cotton material and watched your cock throb under Tommy's grip.

Tommy lets go of your wrists and slides his hands up your upper thighs and each side of your waistband. "May I?' Tommy asks. You reluctantly nod. Tommy hooks his fingers and slides your underwear slowly down. "Lift your hips for me, songbird." You listen to Tommy's soft command and lift your hips as he slides your underwear to your ankles.

Your cock aching to be touched, begging to cum; you watch it throb in anticipation as you wait for Tommy's next move. "Do you like it when I touch you like this? I can keep goin' if you want me to," Tommy growls. You nod as Tommy's hands slowly drift from your calves to your thighs. His forehead resting on yours, your noses intertwine with each other. "We don't have to play pretend, songbird. Do what you want ever since I permanently inked your pretty skin."

You slowly place your lips on top of Tommy's as you both enter a passionate and hungry kiss. You wrap your arms around Tommy's neck as he spreads your legs with his hands. You could feel his throbbing cock — through his boxers on yours. His veiny hands make their way to your inner thighs while you can feel Tommy's tongue lick your bottom lip for access into your mouth. You part your lips so Tommy can slip his tongue in your mouth, exploring any way he can get closer to you.

Your hand slips down Tommy's shoulder and chest — feeling his hard nipple and slipping your hand down under his underwear. Stroking his cock toward you you suddenly have this rush of adrenaline. You needed Tommy — more than you would like to admit.

You shoved Tommy away from you, his back colliding with the refrigerator, a look of shock spread across his face. You stand up, walking towards him, your cock still hard as a rock. "I'm now getting a vivid idea of me on my knees in front of you, and you fucking my face — I don't remember that in any I've read, but we could always make our own," You smirk.

Tommy returns your smirk with one of his own. "Whatever you want me to do, songbird."

You kneel on your knees as you watch Tommy slide his boxers down. His cock springs out and hits you in the nose; you chuckle in retaliation. You wrap your lips around the tip of Tommy's cock, and you slowly go towards the base of his cock. Tommy throws his head back as you start to suck his cock. He grabbed your face and started thrusting his hips towards you.

You could feel the tip of his cock punch you in the throat wih each thrust, this feeling was intoxicating and you loved every second.

"Damn, songbird. So fuckin' better than your sister," Tommy growled.

Your pupiles look up at Tommy bearing his teeth and his hands grip your hair and his thrusts become faster, more beastlike. Tommy was enjoying himself more than he should admit. His girlfriend's little brother taking his cock so well, Tommy's knowing he's older and his songbird being twenty-two, he loved the age gap between you two.

Hearing each slurp, gag, and noise come from you, Tommy could have his warm cum shoot down your throat right now. Retracting his cock from your mouth, Tommy grabs your chin and looks you in the eyes. Seeing your saliva drool from your mouth to your chin, your tears down your cheeks — it was a sight for Tommy he found amazing.

"Open your mouth," Tommy commanded.

You complied with his commands and you parted your lips away from each other. Tommy had positioned his face away from yours and spit in your mouth. Before you could think, Tommy's lips smashed onto yours — gripping your throat lightly. “Get up, songbird.”

You get up, and Tommy turns you around, — forcing you to lean on the table where the book’s spine is in your field of view. You could feel Tommy’s cock bounce off your ass. Your sister would murder you if you knew how badly you wanted her boyfriend’s cock inside you.

You could feel his cock press up against your ass, but you felt it back up from you. You hear Tommy spit again, and you don't think anything from it until you feel the tip of Tommy’s cock slowly slide in. You suck in a deep breath.

“S’ fuckin’ tight, baby,” Tommy growled.

You could feel Tommy’s cock stretch you out, slowly, painfully enjoying every inch inside you. Tommy’s hips had a mind of their own as his thrust started slow, but his thighs clapped against your ass.

Tommy’s slow thrusts became more and more intense, but you loved every second of it. With each clap, your moans kept escaping your lips, and Tommy’s cock slipped out of you as you moved forward.

“Ah! Easy,” You breathed.

“Shut up, songbird,” Tommy grunts, smacking your ass — you moan in retaliation. Tommy slides his cock in between your ass cheeks — teasing you. “You want this dick... right, songbird?”

“You want to feel your sister’s boyfriend to shove his cock deep inside you?”

“Yes, Fuck yes, Tommy,” You whine.

Tommy adjusts himself — sliding his cock inside you, but he doesn't go slow. His thrusts were fast, and you were trying to contain your moans from everyone hearing them. Tommy had gripped his hands on your waist tightly, and he was enjoying the sounds escaping your lips. You were clenching your teeth together tightly to keep your moans from escaping your lips, but your whimpers were another thing you tried to contain — but they slipped through your teeth like smoke.

“Baby, those sounds, make my cock twitch like crazy,” Tommy grunted.

“Fuck— shit, Tommy. You’re gonna break me,” You whined.

“That’s the plan, songbird. I want your family to hear how well I treat you. My cock —thrust— buried deep —thrust— inside your tight ass.” Tommy leans closer to you, his lips inches away from your ear.

“I would love to see the look on your sister's face when she sees me fuckin’ your brains out,” Tommy grunted.

The tone of his voice made your spine have knife-like chills crawling up and down all over your back.

With a firm hand-made contact with your bare ass, you moan as a reflex. Another smack came across your ass, another, and another, and another. You became a moaning bullhorn — bearing your teeth, you lay your forehead on your forearm as you feel each thrust rock the kitchen table.

Tommy wrapped his hand in the front of your throat and pulled you to the side of his head.

“Let’s have some real fun, songbird,” Tommy growled. “Get on the fuckin’ floor.”

Tommy slipped his cock out of you, and you went on your knees and then on your back, laid on the floor. The cold sensation of the floor made contact with your cotton-covered back. Tommy crawls on top of you, lifts your legs, and gazes down at your hole. “Look at that, baby. I bet you're still so fuckin’ tight.”

Tommy’s adjust’s his cock — holding your leg and sliding his cock inside you, you fight the urge to scream right there. “Damn, songbird. No music to my ears?”

“That’s soon, Tommy,” You whined.

Tommy’s lips coincide with yours to make a passionate kiss. Tommy’s thrust becomes so addicting and unique that you don't want him to stop — even if anyone saw the two of you making sweet heaven.

“I remember you,” Tommy confesses.

“What?”

“You asked me If we’ve met before — I lied. I knew you a long time ago,” Tommy groaned, placing his hands on both sides of your head

“Really?” You ask.

“Remember Clark?”

Even with Tommy’s dick pumping fast and hard inside, you forced yourself to think about your old friend who moved away when you were in first grade and he was in fifth grade. You two were close and did everything together after school was over. The both of you could take over the world someday, but like all great things, they end because Clark moved away with out telling you.

He stopped coming to the park after school, no phone calls or anything, just pure silence.

“Are you Clark?” You question.

“Yeah,” Tommy nodded.

“You lied about your name? Didn't you? Why?”

“Because my name sounded like — damn baby, your tight— like a baby. I hated my name. I didn't know any better,” Tommy states.

“But, I wouldn't have — Oh god, yes, Tommy — made fun of you,”

“I know that, oh songbird. I wanted to tell you right before I left, but it was too late; you have no idea how much I missed you.”

“When I saw you enter my tattoo shop, I wanted to hug you. When I saw you in this house, Everything connected.”

You snap your eyes shut and bear your teeth.

“I have my songbird in my arms again,” Tommy breathed.

You were on the brink of crying; all these emotions of sadness you were feeling were intensified by Tommy’s cock pumping inside you.

“Songbird?”

“Yeah,” You squeaked.

“I love you so much. I needed to say that — I’ve wanted to say that ever since your birthday,” Tommy breathed. Tears started to roll down the side of your face as a smile broke out on your face. “I’m sorry if I’ve upset up—”

“No, it's fine, I’m happy. Too happy, I start crying,” You smile.

“Really?” Tommy breathed.

“Do you love me too?”

“How about this? You keep fucking my brains out. I’ll let you know how I feel. I can feel your cock twitch inside me. I can feel you about to cum.”

“Baby, I’m so fuckin’ close. I’m gonna get you pregnant.”

Tommy’s thrusts become more animalistic, hot, and intense. It felt like a scene from one of your many books. You loved this, your old childhood friend making you feel this way and enjoying the moment with him. Another memory you both will share.

You wrap your hands around Tommy’s broad back, scratching your nails on his back, you feel the warmth of Tommy's body as you are about to cum. “Damn, Tommy. I’m about to cum.”

“Cum f’me baby,” it sounded like a command more than a statement. Your cock throbs, and you exclaim a moan as stings of cum hit your shirt.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum in my childhood best friend!” Tommy exclaimed, bearing his teeth. As Tommy’s hips keep going back and forth into you, looking into your eyes, his cum shoots inside you; Tommy steadies himself inches away from your face. You could feel Tommy slip his cock out of you, your hole dripping with his cum.

“How was the ending of this chapter?” Tommy pants.

“Pretty good,” You smiled. Tommy smiles back at you and kisses your lips softly and gently; as he backs up, you look into his eyes. “I love you too.” Tommy’s smile brightened up the whole room. You loved your childhood best friend, and you couldn't ask for anyone better.

“Don’t expect me to call you Clark now,” You insisted.

“I don't; I expect you to call me daddy, now.”

You pushed his face away from yours as your cock twitched, and he landed next to you — leaning on his arm. You're an ass,” You laughed. Tommy’s smile made butterflies flutter in your stomach as he trailed his finger near your nipple.

“Would you be okay with goin’ somewhere with me? Where we could finish our book series.”

You snicker. “Where? ‘Cause I don't want anyone to hear me moan my sister’s boyfriend's name.” Tommy sits up and stands up, outstretching his arm. You take his gesture and lift yourself from the now-warm floor.

“Let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll tell you later.”

“Okay,” You chuckle. “Are we taking sepreate showers?”

Tommy scoffs. “Oh hell, no. But I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

You scoff. “Yeah, I find that hard to believe.”

#tommy miller x male reader #tommy miller #gabriel luna x male reader #tommy last of us #gabriel luna #tommy miller smut #gabriel luna smut #forbidden romance #haunted hoedown #tommy miller x reader #tlou fanfiction #tommy miller fic #tommy miller tlou

[lilsedge]

Please do a dominik mysterio fic where he gets jealous

Jealousy gets the best of us (smut)

Dominik Mysterio x Reader

Kind of shorter than normal

Warnings: 18+ nsfw, Papi kink, angry dom dom, choking, calling Kevin kev even tho he doesn’t like it, hair pulling, degradation, not very good written smut

Dominik and Y/N have been together for a while now. Their relationship hit a rocky path when Dominik betrayed his father Rey, but they worked it out.

“Hey Y/N,” calls a voice bringing her out of her thoughts. It’s Kevin Owens.

“Oh, hey kev,” Y/N replies.

“What are you doing backstage alone?” Kevin questions.

“They finally left me alone back here,” Y/N laughs.

“By they you mean your boyfriend,” Kev sighs.

“Yea I guess,” Y/N smiles, “Are you going to keep me company?”

“Of course I will,” Kevin replies with a grin.

By the time Dominik and the other 3 went back to catering Y/N and Kevin were deep in conversation laughing about something Y/N dog did. Y/N looks up and sees Dominik.

“Oh, I have to go Kev there’s the boyfriend,” Y/N says before giving Kevin a hug. She runs up to Dominik before slowing down, seeing that he didn’t look too happy.

“What’s up baby,” she questions.

Dominik stares down at her and whispers, “did you forget who you belong to?”

“N-no I didn’t, what do you mean,” Y/N stutters.

Dominik scoffs, “go sit in the change room and just wait till I’m done with this match.”

Y/N just nods and hurries quickly to the change room. She was in deep thought when Dominik bursted into the room with the rest of the judgment day. He gets changed quickly.

“Get up, we’re leaving now,” Dominik demands. Saying a quick bye to his friends before pulling Y/N out of the room by her wrist. When they got to the rental Dominik shoved the bags in the back angrily, slamming the door when he was done. Even if he was angry he still would open the door for his girl.

Y/N began to get frustrated with Dominik. He didn’t hold her thigh while driving or even turn on her favourite playlist. She finally clues in to why he’s mad as soon as they turn into the hotel parking lot. He was jealous because of a friendly little chat with Kevin. Y/N can’t blame him though after their little rocky patch he’d been a little more protective.

Nothing was said getting out of the car or making their way to the hotel room. The first words filling the silence were Dominik demanding, “Clothes off, on your knees in front of the bed. Now!”

Y/N does as she says and takes her clothes off kneeling in front of the bed. Dominik smirks, “So obedient for a bad girl.”

“You know how you’re such a bad girl huh?” Dominik questions.

Y/N shakes her head. Dom gives a chuckle, “you’re speaking with the enemy bebita. Now you’re going to make papi happy because you made papi unhappy.”

Dominik pulls his pants down. His hard cock sprung out. He grabs it and positions it at Y/N’s lips not having to tell her what to do. Her lips wrapped around him. She started to slowly bop her head up and down before Dominik pushed her head to take his full length making her choke. Tears sprung in her eyes as Dominik let her breathe before doing the same thing again. After a few minutes of Y/N sucking Dominik off. He comes in her mouth.

“Swallow it,” he demands. She opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out showing him that she swallowed it.

“On bed all fours,” Dominik commands. When she made it to all fours there was no warning before Dominik slammed his cock into her. She made a noise she didn’t know she could make. Moans filled the room.

Dominik’s hands roamed Y/N’a body, but stayed in her hair tugging at it. The slight pain made Y/N moan in pain and pleasure as Dominik slammed into her at a fast pace.

“Fuck look at you, taking my fucking cock like a good girl,” Dominik lets out with a slight groan.

His strokes become more sloppy as the minutes go on. Y/N calls out, “Papi please like me cum, I’ll be good for you.”

“You’re gonna be really good for papi,” he replies.

Y/N nods. Dominik groans, “ok cum then, cum with papi.”

They both release and ride out their highs together. Dominik gets off the bed going to the bathroom to run a bath bringing a towel back to the bed with him to try and clean up Y/N the best he could.

Dom looks into her eyes, “No more talking with the enemy alright?”

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I didn’t really like the ending to that I’m sorry. This is probably poorly written smut again I suck at writing I will try my best on the smut part of it too.

#wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #dominik mysterio x reader #wwe imagine #the judgement day

[pinkvenomsstuff]

Friends don't kiss friends. part 1

You and Carl have been best friends since childhood, when you were still terribly messy kids. You practically grew up at the Gallagher's, you were next-door neighbors, and when you weren't there, you were at Alibi's with your parents, Veronica and Kevin. You were with him at all times, at least the most important ones. And some it was you who made them come true, like his first French kiss behind school.

You were the first one Carl liked, that's why you were such friends, he really liked you a lot. You were the first one who aroused something in him, sexual or not. And for that, you were the one chosen for his first kiss, his first dance performance at school, the first one he ran to with a can of vegetables with a hundred thousand dollars in it, and you buried yourself in some wild terror. Your favorite weapon was delivered to you in the school bathroom. And the first woman, except Fiona, who saw him when she got back from juvie.

You guys had some disagreements when he came back saying he was black and forcing a ridiculous black accent, acting like a sick gangster. The braids in his hair almost made you kill him. His mother scolded him immediately. He was someone else, not the Carl you knew but who knew he was there, somewhere, but he was. But you couldn't stay away from him long, and within two weeks you were talking normally.

Or the first person he asked for love advice when he started to have feelings for Dominic, he did everything for her, but unfortunately it wasn't enough. She betrayed him and contracted gonorrhea, the sages say: karma is like a kick in the ass. You were the one who took him in, and then went with him to take a test, where he discovered that he didn't have the disease, and the certainty that she betrayed him.

You were the first one he ever told about his shitty parents, not that you didn't know, you lived with him. But it went deeper, he told you how he felt about Monia's death and how he felt like a failure for years, especially after what happened to G-Dog, but you brought him back to who he always was.

And shit, those damn words almost made you choke on the beer you were drinking. "Back to life," what did he mean by that? What were you to him anyway? That was a question you didn't mean to ask. You two have always been best friends, both of you have always prioritized friendship above anything else, you didn't want to risk it and end up losing your love.

You were at his house now, lying on his couch missing him. It's been almost five days since you've seen each other, even though you lived within meters of each other. "Hey Mom. I'm going to Gallagher's!" you yell, she yells back saying it's okay and that she's going to be on Alibi. You leave the house wrapping your headset around your cell phone, shoving your hands in your sweatshirt pocket.

You look around and see no cars, it was a cloudy and relatively cold day. You walk down the sidewalk taking the few steps to Gallagher's house, and surprisingly you still haven't heard any screams, groans or anything breaking. You jump the playpen at the house, sell a Frank passed out - or not, sleeping or dead on one of the stairs. You ignore that old junkie shit and head upstairs ringing the doorbell.

The door is almost always open, but you don't think it's polite to walk in without knocking, especially not to find someone fucking on the couch or in the kitchen. The door is quickly opened by Lip, who has wide blue eyes, but he relaxes as he recognizes you. "Fuck, I thought it was the social worker." she whispers in relief "Hey girl. What are you doing here?" he asks giving you space to enter, so you do.

"I came to torment C-Dog." you say smiling, he laughs with a cigarette stuck to his lips. "Right." he sits on the sofa. "Where are the rest of the staff? This house is insanely quiet and it makes me wonder if no one is drugged or dead." you say, Lip laughs puffing out his cigarette. "No, no. Debbies is out with Franny, Fiona is at the diner, Ian is probably fucking some gay guy and Liam is in school."

"Uh…I thought things between Ian and Mickey were serious." you talk, Lip shrugs. "They're coming and going because of their bipolarity." "Got it. I'm going up." you say starting up the living room stairs, Lip nods turning on the television. You walk down the hall really seeing the empty rooms, you go to Carl's and give a few rings, nobody comes to open it and you don't hear anything.

Then, slowly you pull the doorknob covering his eyes, an immediate action upon entering his room since you found out he slept naked sometimes. You enter the room one finger at a time until you are sure there is no one in the room. "Y/N?" a hoarse voice comes from behind you, and you jump in fright. "Oh shit Carl. You scared me!" you gasp putting your hand on your chest, he laughs walking into the room.

He rummages through your clothes thrown across the bed so you don't know which ones are dirty or clean, and just then you notice a white towel drapes around your hips. Leaving his luscious abs showing, it was a fact that Gallagher came back a hundred times hotter from jail, you'd admit that yourself.

You grab a random playboy magazine from under his bed, throwing his body on the bed you cross your legs opening the magazine as he changes. Even though you've seen each other almost naked a few times, or else in your underwear and panties and bra several times, you respected your privacy. You flip through the pages of magazines, naked women posing or wearing costumes.

"Wow, that's hot." you say smiling, Carl looks at you without understanding. You turn the magazine over to him "Oh, she is." you notice that he has his legs covered by sweatpants, my biceps are still uncovered. You return to the magazine, pushing away any inappropriate thoughts. "I'm dressed. What are you doing here?" he asks sitting next to her on the bed. "I was bored and I have a best friend living next door to me so…" he laughs, pinching her ear. "I understand. What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, man. We can do whatever you want but I'm honestly really hungry so I'd like to stop by Paty's first." you say closing the magazine. "Right." he smiles, you roll your eyes around his extremely disorganized room. "God, Carl. Did you know Fi has a laundry basket in the hallway? Or you could start washing them then." you turn up your nose when you smell one of his shirts.

"Ah... mind your own business girl!" he exclaims smiling and ruffling your hair, you shake your head. "Fuck, let's go to Paty's before I end up eating you." you sigh, feeling a knot in your stomach, Carl looks at you slyly "Oh no! Shit no! Carl fuck you!" you exclaim, closing your eyes tightly, denying it, but - I would like to - was what crossed your mind.

"Wow, ok. I thought you thought I was super hot and all..." he laments pretending to be offended, putting his hand to his chest. "Oh yes- yes you are. I just-" You can't find the words, he laughs with his total fishy face, not even able to think. "I understood. I'm just playing with you. Come on babe." he says laughing and pulling your shoulders to walk with him, you laugh but you're still extremely embarrassed by it.

"Hey, Ian!" Carl walks past him, Ian ruffles his hair. "Hi guys, and hi Y/N. I haven't seen you in like a week?" Ian says it more like a question, you nod. "And Kevin, have you recovered from your vasectomy?" "Yeah, I had to take some time off after I saw Frank fuck a homeless girl in the kitchen." Ian laughs loudly, throwing his head back in the chair. "I swear, it was 'fucking traumatizing!' you laugh along with him, Carl laughs at both of you. "Where are you going?" Ian asks with a beer in his hand. "Paty's, and then some Chicago alley." Carl responds. "beauty." Lip goes upstairs.

Carl walks to the front door, you stop him. "I think we'd better go around the back. There's a Frank passed out in your driveway." you say sarcastically, Carl rolls his eyes. "Fuck that old man." he says walking to the kitchen door, you follow him with a smile on your face.

You walk in front of your house, the truck is still in the driveway. "Do your parents really let you drive?" Carl asks as you turn the keys in the door. "Hm, no. Ve says I might get hurt, but Kev doesn't care. He thinks it's radical!" you say excitedly, Carl smirks at you.

"Too badass. I drive Fiona's car sometimes, it's nice." he comments, you two get in the car sitting on the seats. "Yes, it is. When I get my license, I'm going out at dawn with you to all the car races." you say smiling, which makes Carl smile as he remembers the things you guys did to make it to the city limits for the damn clandestine races. "Uh, great. I really don't want to have to bike to the end of Chicago."

"Right, right." you chuckle at it "Just a year to go or maybe two..." "Sixteen is the new seventeen." he says, you nod turning on the radio. "Birthday Sex" blasts through the loudspeakers, you and Carl singing the lyrics perfectly as if you were at a live show. In fifteen minutes you were already in Paty's, you park the car just before the entrance to the store. Carl walks out the door normally and you jump out of the truck, the two of you enter the diner.

You move to one of the tables facing the street, Carl follows you and you sit opposite each other. A knowledgeable attendant comes to you. "Hey guys, can I take your order?" she asks smiling, you take a good look at the menu even though you know it like the back of her hand. "Hey fely! An x-bacon with double fries and a coke. Please" Carl says, Felicity writes it down on paper. "What about you, Y/N? The same as always?" she asks still with a smile on her face, you think for a moment. "Hm... Same as him. And pancakes. With honey, lots of whipped cream and strawberries. Please." she notes. "Yes, someone had come to serve them." "Thanks." you both say thanks, she leaves to take more orders.

You two look at each other but don't say anything. You start snapping your fingers. "So…what have you been doing?" Carl asks breaking the silence. "The usual. Taking care of the bar, the twins, studying and sleeping. No big deal." you shrug your shoulders. "And have you been seeing anyone? Like a hookup?" you shake your head "No. Nobody. And you?" "Nobody either. But I like a girl." he says low, you're a little surprised. "Oh good Carl. Who is it?" "A girl over there, you don't know..." "Okay. Can you tell me about her?"

"Well, she's quite outgoing. She likes games and has questionable taste in music. She loves riding her old skateboard." he tells you the details, you laugh at the last remark. " She's a good girl so then. I'm happy for you, asshole." you run your hands through his hair, ruffling his strands. "Yeah, she is. She's pretty pretty too, like, awesome." You nod, seeing one of the waiters come with their orders. He puts it on the table, you thank him with smiles. You quickly pick up your burger and bring it to your mouth, taking a big bite.

The incredible taste of the fried bancon, the melted cheese and the grilled meat had you moaning in satisfaction. "Oh, God. This is fucking better than a blowjob!" you exclaim, Carl raises an eyebrow at you. "Have you ever gotten a blowjob in your life?" "No. But I got blown, and I'm sure I say this is way better." he shakes his head laughing, you notice the little bag of ketchup being poured into his burger, you frown at that sinful act. "Bro, are you really using that red sauce in a x-bacon? That's like a crime in Italy, man." you say taking another bite of yours, Carl throws the empty ketchup bag at you.

"Fuck Italy and its pizzas without ketchup! We're in America." he grumbles, you laugh. "That fucking is a godsend honey, there's no reason not to use it." "Uh, ok. At least you know Italy is not an American country." you mock him, Carl looks at you like you've said the most shocking thing in the world, the boy throws two potato in your face. "Hey you shit! Don't throw that at me." you exclaim, an elderly couple next to you complains about the noise. "Can you guys not scream or throw your cockroaches? Shitty ghetto teenagers. They don't know how to behave anywhere." the old woman mumbles the last sentence.

"I'm sorry gentlemen." you smile falsely at they, looking at Carl who was laughing hysterically. You shoot him a death glare. "Old bastards. I'm going to make these fags eat dust." you claim looking at your delicious pancakes. "But I'll get this over with first" "Yes you will." Cal says still laughing.

You finish quickly and compete with Carl to see who eats the most pancakes in the least amount of time, you obviously win with 7 pancakes in two minutes, but Carl is a good competitor with five. You both laugh when you notice that his lips are full of whipped cream, and so is the tip of his nose. The old people from before complain again, saying that you are noises. "Enough. I'm going to make this old woman hear some truths. Shitty South Zone bitch!" You get up from your desk, reaching into one of the pockets of your shorts, placing some bills on the table.

Carl too, with his wallet in his hands. "I pay." you two say together, laughing then. "Hey big boy, I pay. I brought you here, it's ok but next time it's you." you threaten with your lower finger pointed at him. "Right." "Now C-Dog, stand there and watch me fuck these old men." you tell him you're close to the exit. "Oh, go for it girl." he whispers to you, who gestures with your hands to him following you to the elderly couple's table.

"Hey good afternoon." you smile sympathetically sitting next to them. "What you want?" the woman asks arrogantly, looking you up and down. "Ah...no big deal. It's just that I actually heard you complain about me and the boy with me, I had to come here." you say sadist, eating a potato of them. "So what, girl?" She rolls her eyes. "It's just that I was a little hurt, you know? I thought you were pretty, that's fine for such an old age. But then you opened your little shit mouth, saying really prejudiced things. And I thought, I should punch some respect in this bitch." you wink at her, the lady looks at you with a hateful expression. "So, here's my darling lesson."

You pick up your glass of soda, you take a few sips, and then you spit the drink back into the glass. You smile at her before slowly pouring the coke under her head. She starts screaming getting the attention of customers calling you a ghetto rat. "Go back to the south side, motherfucker!" you exclaim, spitting in your food, standing up and feeling Carl proud stares at you. Fiona comes up to you, you think she's going to scold you but you're surprised when she applauds you. "Aren't you angry? Those customers with money never came back here." she denies smiling. "No, really. You did me a damn favor, I hate those old men, they always come here and complain about the food or my people."

"Oh, that's great then!" you smile, she nods throwing a cloth over her shoulders. "We left the money on the table, Bye Fi!" Carl yells opening the front door, she yells back an "ok" you walk out of there with you feeling insanely good. "Girl, I fucking worship you! You fucked with them." Carl exclaims jumping up and down, you laugh at him. "It's no big deal. It was deserved." you get in the car, and you start it. "Certainly." he says putting on his seat belt.

You start the pickup. Carl doesn't stop looking at you for a second, especially his hair flying in the wind invading the car through the windows. He's totally mesmerized by you, and seeing you defend him in a way has only made him more in love with you than he is. He was sure you were an amazing woman when you told him you faced men who were harassing you, but he was even more sure now, seeing your enviable posture up close.

That was the thing you loved most about Carl and that he admired most about you. You two wouldn't let anyone say shit about you, or whoever was important to you. It could be the biggest truth in the world, but the Gallagher's don't let anything go unnoticed. You had a trust that he sincerely always wanted to have for him, Carl was always a bully, stealing food and hitting some carusos when necessary. But you did even worse as a kid, and it's not something you're proud of, but you were just a kid angry about not being adopted.

And when Kevin and Veronica adopted you and welcomed you into their home, things changed, but there are things that don't change. "Where you want to go?" you ask, Carl blinks a few times. "I don't know... maybe in that abandoned terrano of the Díaz's? I heard that there are some people from our school going there to smoke and skip class."

"So that's where we're going, bro." you turn the car around the corner, turning onto the avenue. "Do you have cigarettes there? My dad never leaves them in the car because of the twins." he nods pulling a box out of his pants pocket. "Here." he hands you a pack, you hold it to your lips, Carl takes your lit lighter to the end of his cigarette, lighting it, you thank him.

#carl gallagher x reader #carl gallagher #imagine #hbo max #shamaless #gallagher brothers

[hunnidmilly]

Beg. Sequel to Soap. |r.r|

(a/n) real fast. i wanna say thank you so much for all the love you’ve given me over my last 4 writings. it means the world to me absolutely. milly loves you. <3.

sometimes, it’s just too good to not come back for more. Sequel of Soap. Completely inspired and credited to @itjazzbicch ‘Cheiftess’ Series.

warnings: smut, choking kink, unprotected sex (milly does not support this message. wrap it up.), enemies to…official sneaky links??), face DOWNNN ass UPPP, poor use of present and past tense,

parings: enemy!roman x black!reader

word count: 4.3K…never say i never gave y’all anything.

(tags: @fame-ass-ers @squishyguishy @vebner37 @smuts-whore @southerngirl41 @msbigredmachine)

*takes place 2 months after Roman Reigns Vs. Kevin Owens Feud 2021*

“Ladies and gentlemen, Daniel Bryan.” You smiled as the camera panned to the man next to you

You’ve known Daniel for a long time now. You were absolutely over the moon at his return to WWE. Behind the scenes, given your friendship with Brie and Nicole, you knew how hard he worked to make it back. It was something you admired about him.

“Y/N! How are you?” He enthusiastically responded to you

“I’m great! How are you doing? How are you feeling ahead of your triple threat match against Roman Reigns and Edge?”

“I’m feeling amazing! Absolutely over the moon! It’s going to be amazi—“

Daniel trailed off as a man appeared next to us. You turned as a certain short, obnoxious, man appeared next to you both.

“Daniel! Y/N! How are you guys doing on this fine evening?” Paul Heyman sarcastically asked

“Paul…hello.” You responded with a lack in your tone

You just knew this was a ‘special’ impromptu visit from Roman. He had his ways like that. Being around even when he wasn’t. It caused you to internally roll your eyes at the sneak attack.

“Did the Tribal Chief know this interview was going to be done?” He asked with a shit eating grin on his face.

“I don’t report back to you or him; thank you, Paul. Now, Daniel, do you think that on the grandest stage of them all, you can pull off such a performance? You and Roma—“

“The Tribal Chie—“

“Would you like to go back to your Daddy so I can finish my job?” You spat, cutting off Paul. “Wherever you end up, Brock Lesnar's locker room or Roman Reigns.”

“I—I—I have no clue what you are referring to. I do not w-w-work for Brock Lesnar anymore. Ms. Y/N, I am merely just trying to—“

“Thank you, Paul.” You grit your teeth as the cameras cut

You toss a sincere look to Daniel and give him a small side hug before turning to the man who quickly became a nuisance, “Listen. I don’t give a damn! I don’t care if you work for Brock, Roman, or Joe fucking Biden. You do not interrupt my job performance. And I know he sent you here on some possessive shit, trying to get a rise out of me. It’s written all over your fucking face. Move!”

You shove Paul out of your way, leaving him stunned in the middle of the hall. You went quickly to find Roman. Fighting against every nerve in your head telling you to turn around. After that small, impromptu meeting in the showers two months ago, you did all you could to stay away from him. Even not becoming his regular interviewer anymore. The last thing you needed was to be fuckbuddies with the man that Roman Reigns is. You could basically kiss your job goodbye if you knew it.

But, he just couldn’t seem to stay away from you. Everytime you turned around, it was like he’d be right there waiting for you. Causing more smart mouthed spats in the middle of the hallway. Anytime you both collided, you both would bicker. You’d think you and him were an old married couple. The majority of it wasn’t an act. Roman did get a rise out of you. He walked the earth with his third leg as if he controlled everyone around him, and they had to kiss the ground he walked on. He was still an asshole. After his initial thought that you’d come begging him for dick, you knew you had to prove him wrong. You didn’t need him. Not for sex…earth shaking sex. No matter how badly you wanted to call him to break you off again.

Your studded black boots clicked on the floor with every determined stride to his locker room. Before you got the chance to bang on it, as intended, it flew open with the 6’3 Samoan smirking down at you.

Roman knew he pissed you off. He knew ever trick in the damn book, on what would make your blood pressure rise. Hell, he wrote the book himself. You weren’t going to admit yourself, how much you wanted him? Fine. But he had plans to make you pay for that shit.

‘Oh, I’ll give him something to smirk about.’

“Who in the hell do you think you fucking are? You got Paul as my bodyguard now?” You snarl into his face, your heels giving you extra height to match him up

“Oh, please. What are you doing interviewing, Bryan? Hm? Answer me that first, baby girl.” He raises an eyebrow

“You have zero authority over me and whoever the hell I interview. You might be asskissing Vince, but your name isn’t anywhere near my checks. You don’t own me!”

“That’s not how I recall the story, Very…very far from it actually. Would you like a reminder?” He dropped his voice an octave deeper and smirked, leaning forward, “Remember, all you have to do is ask.”

“Why don't, instead, you go find where Paul is? We all know how quick he is to drop to his knees with a knife in your back at the reigning! Oh, so defen—”

“You think you're so fucking funny. Huh? I got a joke for you, go tell McIntyre how badly you turn cock drunk when you’re being pounded. How all it takes is for my cock to run over that bundle of nerves inside of you for you to gush down my clock like the whore you are?” Roman grits his teeth with his face mere centimeters from yours; pure agitation on his face at your mention of Brock Lesnar.

The last few weeks, you’ve been cautiously talking to a certain 6’5 Scottish man more and more. Drew was amazing. He treated you well—a sweetheart, if you must say. Movie dates, dinner dates, makeout sessions. Although you’d been holding out on him. Many times Drew slid his hand under your shirt, or would squeeze your backside. You’d always pull away and call it a night. Drew was attractive. Three months ago, you’d allow him a taste of you. Hell why not? He was attractive, strong, tall. But two months ago, you had sex with Roman. Absently, closing you off for any other guy. Admit it or not, it was amazing.

More than once, you’d catch yourself taking a warm, vanilla scented bubble bath, sliding your hand over your stomach, and heading down south…

You circled that small bundle of nerves before moving lower and sliding a finger in. Instinctively, your pussy welcomed your small finger and clenched around it. You threw your head back and sinked lower into the bathtub. Imagining it was Roman behind you, playing with your pussy. Your moans echoed into the bathroom as you worked yourself. Even while Roman wasn’t here, you could hear his voice in the back of your head. Coaxing you, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

“Slide in one more, babygirl…make her wetter for me.” He whispers into your mind.

“Romannnn!” You cry out in a whine as your orgasm squirts into the palm of your hand.

Your eyes opened as your chest raised up and down heavily.

Those nights happened more than once. You knew you were deeply involved with Roman. More than you wanted.

The mixed emotions weren’t helping. Roman tapped dance on the last nerve in your body. All over it, with a full dance routine. Why did you want him so badly, again?

“How about I have that same conversation with Paul? You and him spend an awful lot of time locked inside that room. Do me a favor, Roman. Stay the hell away from me, and for once, look in a mirror. I don’t give a damn about what titles you have or how many you have. You’re still a whiny ass crybaby. Bite me.” With that, you exhaled a sigh and turned on your heels to walk away with a small movement in your hips. You knew his gaze would be on your backside as you walked away

You’d be lying if you said the thought of calling him for another satisfied fuck didn’t occur to you. Every night when you laid awake using different toys or your hands, you threatened to grab your phone to call him. But you couldn’t. He’d have the upper hand. He’d know the control he possessed over your body. And damn, he had that hold on you good.

You straddled Drew’s waist as you both engaged into a heated make out session. Your tongue sliding back and forth against his as you both let out small groans and moans. What started as being in his hotel room watching a movie turned into becoming distracted by the soft kisses Drew placed on your neck. He makes a low growl sound from the middle of his chest as your fingers slide into his hair

“You're so beautiful, you know that?” Drew mumbles against your lips as his hands glides over your ass and hips, adoring the feeling of how big and round it felt in your hands.

You felt his hands slide over the front of your jeans, fingering with the button there, causing you to draw away from him, “I think we should call it a night. It’s getting late. And you know how Vince feels about being late.” You joke breathlessly at a dazed and confused Drew. You quickly stand to fix your clothes and grab your phone off the table.

“What’s up with you lately?”

You felt your heart sink with a small amount of guilt as you turned around to see Drew’s face adorned with embarrassment.

“Why would you ask me that?”

“You just…don’t seem as into this as I am.”

You felt a slight bit offended at his question. He thought you weren’t into this because of what? You wouldn’t have sex with him? “I have to have sex with you to be into this?”

“C’mon, I’m not fucking stupid. You barely even speak to me at the arenas, anytime we’re alone you keep checking your phone, and all I get is a few pecks and your ready to run for the fuckin’ hills.”

“Look. I don’t want people in my business. What’s the first thing you think people will ask if they see us together?”

“Who's gonna see us? Heyman? You don’t want him to spill to Roman you’re hanging around me?” Drew stands over you, his eyes wide with an evil look behind them. You’d think you were his enemy.

Your eyes nearly bulge out your head at Drew’s mention of Roman. Of course that night in the showers, everyone was gone. No one knew about your rendezvous, “Everyone sees you and him always arguing in the halls. So it’s two things. You’re either scared of him or fucking him.” He snarls

Drew’s face snapped to the side as you raised your hand back and slapped the taste from his mouth. Before you could make another strike you decided it would be best to just leave, throwing a glare at him as you walked past him. You couldn’t really be mad he guessed you slept you Roman. But you belonged to neither man. Drew had no right to insulate he owned you of some sort. If you didn’t want to have sex with him, he didn’t deserve a reason.

You quickly grabbed your things and walked away from Drew, straight out his hotel room. You felt yourself become overwhelmed at the thought of seeing Roman. His suite was on this floor in the far corner of the hall.

What if I knocked?

You brushed off your sexual urges as you headed towards the elevator to go down to your floor. You worked yourself into even deeper trouble. Drew had a few friends around the business and of course, he’d tell them how he couldn’t get you into bed. You could practically hear the “stuck up bitch” being thrown out to you already. Not mixing business with pleasure was now crossed into your new agenda permanently, you even made a mental note to create a tinder account.

You felt pathetic. How could you want someone who treated the rest of the world like shit? He didn’t even say please and thank you. You worked hard at resisting him, but that wall was slowly being bulldozed.

On cue, As you drifted into your own thoughts, the elevator dinged bringing you back into your consciousness. Just your damn luck, the pleasure stepped out the elevator blocking your entry.

“You came to deliver my message to your little boyfriend?” Roman smirks again, feeling accomplished.

Your eyes quickly glance over his body as you notice the black leather jacket, white tank top, black pants, and Jordan’s. You let out a huff as you move to the side to go around him before he steps in the same direction, “What the hell is your problem?” You questioned placing your hands over your hips letting out a sigh

“My problem? What’s yours? Why fight what you and I both know you want?” He asks stepping closer to you, sizing you up

You let out a snort with a roll of your eyes. This man was way too proud of himself. “Don’t boost your ego anymore than it is. Your head might just explode.”

“Fuckin’ admit it. You want me to break you off again. Give into you, but you’re in for a rude awakening. One thing people don’t do is lie to my face. Me and you both know right now, your pussy is dripping into those panties. Begging for me to make her submit to my every will. So do you, don’t you? You want that, don’tchu? To feel my cock stretching you out the way those fingers can’t? We both want it, and you know that. And that little boyfriend of yours? All of you belongs to me. Get that. Do you understand me?” He taunts, his face looming down over yours, his eyes thick with lust.

For the first time, since meeting Roman, you were quiet. You were stunned at his honesty. Your mouth felt dry at the thought of belonging to Roman. As much as you wanted to punch him dead in his jaw, who were you trying to convince? You wanted to feel him inside of you again. What happened in the showers would be just a mere rushed fuck. You wanted him to make you his.

“Now are you done acting like a little ass child? Be an adult and use your words. Tell me you want me, baby girl. Anytime you want some dick, just as-”

As if you were being hypnotized by his words, “I want you.” flew right out your mouth and onto his as you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer to your frame.

You could feel the white light behind your eyes bust, knowing you reached a moment of no return. There was no going back. Roman lowered his hands to your ass, squeezing it tightly, pulling you flush to his body. The kiss was hungry, he was rewarding you for your honesty by biting your bottom lip repeatedly. Your tongue explored his mouth as he slipped his own between your lips. The warm feeling in his chest erupted as his current wildest dream was about to come true.

Once again.

Romans hands slid downwards to the crease of your ass and your thighs, proceeding to lift you up allowing you to wrap your hands around his waist. You briefly wondered if he could hear your heart beating at a rapid pace. Your nerves were all over the place. This time was different. You felt more exposed at admitting you wanted to be his.

Roman opened the door to his suite, walking towards his bedroom. You let out a sequel as he threw you onto the middle of his bed. His eyes were dark and hungry. Before you could have a moment to change your mind, he silenced you with another kiss.

Whatever you were about to say didn’t matter, bitchy remarks or not, was the last thing on his mind. Roman wrapped his hands around your ankle, yanking you down the bed closer to his body.

“Take these off,” He growls out to you, tugging at your pants

With a little aid from yourself, you lift your hips to allow him to pull them off, revealing your hot pink lace underwear. You could see a snarl form on Romans face, remembering how just an hour ago you were with Drew.

Roman kneels onto the bed, covering your body with his as he smashes his lips onto yours. His hand ghosted slowly towards Your warm and wet heat. You parted your legs, slightly, giving his fingers the space they needed to explore your warmth and wetness covered by lace.

“Mmmm,” You sighed into his mouth, as his slipped his hand into the hand of your panties circling your clit

“Shut up.” He grumbles back

He slid his index and middle fingers into your pussy. You felt your breath hitch inside of your throat as he moved his fingers in and out picking up pace. You reached down to grip his wrist, attempting to brace yourself from being overheated with pleasure. Rather quickly, you felt your belly tighten with a small amount of pressure. Roman felt you clamp down on his fingers,

“Let go,” he whispers into your mouth. You began squirming, unable to remain still as pleasure hit your body in waves, nearly consuming you. Your lower half worked against the strokes of his fingers; riding them into oblivion.

“Ahhhh! Oh my God. Please,” You cried out, squeezing your eyelids together.

You briefly closed your eyes, gathering yourself from your clouded thoughts. You felt the bed dip, as Roman stood to his full height. You lay back into your elbows as you watched him undress himself.

“The next time you ever mention Lesnar or McIntyre to my fuckin’ face you’ll regret it. If I ever see you near him again, I’m going to make sure he knows personally who you belong to. You understand?” He grits out lowering his boxers, letting his girthy and long cock spring against his abdomen

You decided to test him a little bit and raise your legs to your chest, closing them, his view of your panty covered pussy now gone. “But I like McIntyre. We were jus—Shit!” You squeal as Roman pounces onto the bed, slapping the side of your plush thigh roughly, marveling at the jiggle it created.

“Y’wanna finish that sentence? You think you’re in charge, but I'm calling the shots tonight. Turn the fuck over.”

Roman growls, not giving you the chance to turn over yourself, and grabs your hips in a grip before flipping you over and pushing you into a deep arch with your face flush into the bed. Roman catches you spreading your legs a bit more causing him to chuckle, “Slide back onto me. You want it so bad, let me see you fuck yourself.”

You let out a moan as you feel the tip of Romans cock make contact with the entrance of your pussy. You push back, with a bit of force till the head of Romans cock makes its way inside your pussy. Getting impatient, Roman grabs your plush hips and pulls out. Letting out an impatient whine, you felt a chill down your spine as he licked a stripe up your pussy. He then surges forward pushing in his entire length in one move.

“Ah!” You gasped “Wait, fuc—“

“Nah, remember all that shit you were saying. You’re taking all of me tonight. Don’t you dare run from me either.”

Roman teased you with slow, deep strokes at first, before speeding up his pace. You turned your head into the mattress letting out screams.

He reached up grabbing your hair into a tight grip, pulling your head up, “Nah, let the whole floor know who’s fucking you right now.”

“You’re so fuckin—“

“Big?” Roman chuckles in a deep voice

“Conceited, Ugh!” You squeal, clawing at the sheets as his big and rough hand cracks on your ass.

“But whose pussy is creaming around me? Yeah? Look at her, swallowing this dick. Her dick. She knows who she belongs to, doesn’t she baby? Talk to me.” He praised, spreading your ass cheeks to watch your wetness coat his cock.

While you could feel your heart swell at the comment, him being yours, it served the same meaning for Roman. It fueled Romans ego more, at the squelching wet noises your pussy was making for him as he fucked you into the mattress.

You only got this way for him. He only got this way for you.

Yeah, you definitely can’t let him go now.

You let out a mewl as his thickness stretched you out, creating both pain and pleasure. That same familiar vein rubbing against your spot, “Ohh! Fuck, yes! I belon–I belong to you! It’s your pussy!” You moaned louder as the headboard began to slam against the walls as he fucked you faster.

You pushed your ass backwards and began throwing your ass back against his hips. Why did you do that?

He chuckled. “You throwing that ass back like a big girl, baby? You gon’ take this dick like one too.” Without waiting for you to respond, he deepened his strokes and picked up his pace.

“Ooh, shit!” You moaned, gripping the comforter. He was so deep in you, that you felt like he was fucking your heart. Feeling the coil in your belly, you clenched your muscles around his cock.

“You wanna show out, huh?” A deep growl escaped his throat. “I got something for your ass.” He announced before really starting to fuck you. I was talking about pulling out and sliding back in, fucking you. Your nails nearly drew rips into the sheets. Your pussy creating a slippery mess, letting him slide back in easily.

“Fuck!” You yelled, blindly reaching behind him to push at his abdomen, to give you a moment to catch your breath.

“What did I say? You’re taking all of me. I told you not to run, baby girl. Don’t act like you can’t take it. What about all that shit at the arena earlier, hm?” he said, grabbing your hands and pinning them against your lower back. He propped his foot up on the bed, and used your bounded arms to bring you against him to meet your thrust.

“Shit, Roman! Fuck! Make me take it!” You cried in pleasure.

There was no way Drew was ever getting a text back, a call back…shit an email. Especially, if he didn’t hear you practically calling out to god as Roman was engraving himself on you.

Roman hissed as he felt your pussy contract, creating a second skin for him. He knew you were close, and he wasn’t far behind himself, “Y’gonna cum for me, baby? My good girl. Cum all over me baby. Let me see it.”

“Mmmm, yesssss!” You moaned, throwing your head towards the ceiling. “Fuck… I’m cumming…Romannnn!” Your orgasm ripped through you—releasing a wave of wet heat all over Roman’s cock.

Roman’s spine shook as he felt your pussy tighten around him, keep him in, as you gushed all over his cock—warm wet heat circling around him. Tears coated your cheeks, as your orgasm ripped through you making your entire body convulse as you babbled incoherent words. Roman let out a roar as his own orgasm rushed to the core, deep and filling up your pussy, mixing your juices together, “Shit! Fuck yeah, baby!” His voice thick and heavy with rasp

You both collapsed on the bed, limbs tangled into each other, and sucking as much air as you could back into your lungs. After a brief moment, Roman raised up from the bed and disappeared into his bathroom. A few seconds later, he came out with a wet towel to clean the both of you off. You bit your lip, as the feeling of the warm towel moving against your pussy came over you.

Roman laid down next to you, his chest heaving up and down, before chucking to himself. His signature smirk coating his face.

“What?”

“Bet your ass knows better than to lie to me now. See what your little stubborn ass act denied you from?” He replies, his big dick attitude back on 10. But hell. He had the big dick to match, so.

“Do you ever get e-fucking-nough of being an asshole?”

“You spent two months running from me, getting on my fuckin’ nerves, makin’ everything 20x harder for me, fucking’ around with my money with those interviews. Whole time you wanted me to make you cum again. Stubborn ass, woman. I gotta say, the resistance act was sexy as hell.” He expresses before pulling you to him, to lay on his chest

“Don’t flatter yourself too much. It wasn’t an act, Tribal Chief.” You roll your eyes at his self centered moment of truth. Some things never change.

“Oh yeah, baby? What was it?” He questions before moving over on top of your sweaty frame

After a brief moment of eye contact, for once and for all you decided to settle it and let him win. Just this once. You raised up to place a more gentle kiss than the one you shared earlier. That was more hungry, sloppy, messy…this one was delicate, soft, tender. You wanted to tell him what you couldn’t say out loud. You pulled back and saw a look of admiration in his eyes.

“You’re mine.” Roman claims with a small smirk

“And you’re mine.” You respond back

“I’m yours.”

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One of my friends asked what some of my favorite moment in Worm are and I've narrowed it down to just a few but how am I supposed to choose between "they seem like good people" I lied, or the second lung fight with the caterpillar in the eye to win, or Taylor breaking out of the burning building Coil trapped her in, or her terrorizing people while drinking tea, or when Taylor tries to 1v1 Leviathan to save people and gets her back shattered, or when Rachel saves her afterwards, or when we learn Rachel carved the names of her dogs into the monument, or when Taylor almost kills Triumph with bees, or the Mannequin fight, or running through the streets to warn people about Shatterbird's scream, or the fridge, or cutting Noelle in half, or just how hopeless the Noelle fight seemed before that with Eidolon caught, or Eidolon and Glaistig Uaine's fight with Scion, or Phir Sé's time bomb engulfing Behemoth and just obliterating him only for Behemoth to keep going, or Chevalier's interlude where he goes out to fight Behemoth alone despite being injured, or String Theory, or the wards therapy interlude where Lily can't get over how Taylor's words are stuck in her head, or Labyrinth and Burnscar reuniting, or Legend looking at the lie detector after the meeting, or Taylor hovering over the ocean knowing she doesn't have the battery in her flight pack to get back, or Aster getting shot, or the oil rig fight when Taylor crawls back up as a monster after being cut in half, or the horror of Alec's interlude, or Bonesaw having a crisis because Contessa said like 4 words to her and oh hey that parallels with you needed worthy opponents I never noticed that, or Taylor telling Eidolon and Scion to fuck off and leave, or Scion's entire interlude, or Number Man's interlude when he thinks about what it means of powers if Jack Slash's loves how he does stuff, or Kevin Norton, or Taylor ruining the chili, or the cafeteria scene where she's outed but talks her way out, or maggots in his eyes monday, or her turning herself in, or her talk with Dinah when she realizes that there's a solid chance she becomes Coil and keeps Dinah around because it's useful, or her killing Coil, or her killing Alexandria and Tagg, or the Cauldron raid where she swings a death knife through a crowd to hit one guy, or her requesting Lung cauterize her arm, or when Piggot is kidnapped and she fucks up the Undersiders just by talking, or Taylor's attempt to become besties with the Simurgh, or the Simurgh singing a lullaby to Lisa and Taylor, or the tea party with Nilbog, Taylor, Jack, and Riley, or the moment she reunites with her team post-timeskip, or when Glenn shows her a video of her being horrifying and she only thinks about her passenger moving her in it, or when her passenger makes her choke on a cockroach to save her, or going shopping with Lisa for fun, or when she helps Rachel at the shelter, or when she goes home with Brian and meets Aisha, or when we see Dinah for the first time and it's fucked, or when Taylor has Amy fuck with her brain knowing she won't come back from it, or when Lisa finally opens up and tells Taylor about her trigger, or when Taylor goes blind, or when Clockblocker keeps asking her questions in the car ride to Echdina, or when Scapegoat takes her injuries and freaks out, or when Sundancer tears off her costume and walks through the portal after killing Noelle but the pavement is cooling around her because she'll never escape her power or what she just did, or Fortuna's interlude, or Rachel stepping into Khepri's range because she trusts her, or Lisa tearing into Taylor with words after she sees what happened, or the realization she can't read anymore, or the fight with Dragon where she thinks she killed her, or all of the fight with Scion where she's controlling thousands of people while her brain deteriorates, or "finally, everyone was working together," or the talk with Contessa at the very end? How am I supposed to choose?

#worm #parahumans #the best moment is when Taylor becomes the worm and she beats everyone with her worm powers #that part was really well done #I FORGOT THE MIASMA KISS FUCK #how much other shit did I forget #this may be my worst formatted post of all time #ramble #half of these aren't really seriously in the running for my fave #but they're still good #and I just got into a fugue of listing every single good moment

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Omg bodyguard Neil please!!

Nathaniel Bodyguard AU | Part 3 | 27/12

Kevin automatically began to back up, nearly falling through the court door as it slammed behind him. It didn’t take more than a second for his guard dog to sense danger, shoving Day behind his back. The blonde was shorter than Nathaniel had imagined five feet to be, but he was a solid presence nevertheless. He could smell the bloodlust radiating off Nathaniel in waves and physically braced. 

Smart boy.

“Nate,” Kevin choked; Nathaniel scoffed.

“The one and only. Still not dead,” Nathaniel replied. “Father really did try his very best. Shame I was better."

Keeping one eye on Kevin, Nathaniel observed Andrew Minyard for what he was. No more than five feet tall, Andrew was nothing more than an idiot in way over his head. His presence was undoubtedly intimidating, as were the four knives slipped into armbands. Still, his apathy barely unsettled Nathaniel, nor did it even slightly surprise him.

Ichirou had provided Nathaniel with a full background check, even though he didn’t bother to read past the basics. He didn’t harbour enough fucks to read into Andrew Minyard’s history, and he didn’t care about it either. All Nathaniel needed to know was that he could kick his ass. That was all that was necessary.

“What do you want?" Kevin asked. “Not that I’m unhappy to see you, Nate, I swear. But you usually don’t come around for no reason.” Kevin took a shuddering breath. “Are you here to kill me? I swear I can be better. I can do more, Nathaniel–”

“Relax, Day.” Nathaniel stubbed out his cigarette against the black paint of the Maserati, watching Andrew’s eyebrow twitch in annoyance. “I’m not here to kill you. I’ve come to collect you. Think of it like a free yakuza taxi service.”

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#here you go! #wip wednesday #nathaniel bodyguard au #all for the game #aftg #andrew minyard #neil josten #kevin day #extra long one :)

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SLOW IT DOWN: LEE JUYEON pt 1

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# Slow it down, make it bouncy, 지금부터 fly좀 다른 spicy, 청양고추 vibe

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a lee juyeon x reader imagine

contains mature themes e.g risks, violence, dangerous driving, suggestive themes reader discretion is advised.

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hi (your name) you’ve been invited to play RACEFORTIME!

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Do you accept the invite YES OR NO?

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CONGRATS! you chose the right option and escaped permanent elimination let me search for a party to put you in…

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FOUND! you are now apart of party 11.. enjoy the game…

“y/n i know you didn’t just join that fucking game” kevin, your best friend looked over your shoulder to the computer screen resting on the desk beneath.

“why not? it looks fun.” you replied with a chuckle watching as his face exploded in horror.

“it’s not fun until you’re either- you know- killed by it or I DONT KNOW killed doing something for it.” he choked on his words slightly, pacing the room and throwing his hands dramatically in the air.

“that’s just a myth, some people just get addicted to it and end up being killed because they go to far.” you rolled your eyes, turning around to scroll through the game rules.

"that's because you literally cannot the leave the game! do you not remember johnny? he tried to leave the game so he could go to his math exam and suddenly dropped dead in the theatre?- LISTEN i’m not even meant to mention that in case they end up coming for me for talking about it! why? why did you do thi-”

“listen kevin, it was my idea and johnny already had existing health problems it was just a coincidence, plus since school is over i’m bored and want some fun in my life.” you laughed at the boy’s concern and patted the top of his peachy little head.

“listen if you do this to yourself i want no part in it. you might be my best friend but i’m not risking my life for that game.” he sighed, but was shortly cut off by a jovial tune that hummed from the speakers of your laptop.

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hey! (your name) you have your first task to complete! remember there’s clues all over the city! don’t skip any pointers!

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- find the key hidden in a mailbox the west corner of 67th street

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- your mode of transport is linked to a chain and lock near the bike shelter on west avenue.

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- hop on and join a specific competition in town as a rider and win

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- meet player #109 without explicit mention of racefortime

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you have 3 hours to complete!

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WIN OR LOSE? good luck!

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“kev, you have to take me to 67th street now.” you turned around with a glimmer of adrenaline lighting up in your eyes.

“i’ve literally just said i’m not getting involved.” he folded his arms in an indefinite refusal, but softened his posture as your soft puppy eyes shone back up at him.

“i can’t drive! and there’s no way i’d get there in time without you. plus if things were like you said, wouldn’t i die if i didn’t complete the task.” you were using his own words against him, in a cruel way but yet you found it still unconvincing that a game had some sort of sorcerers ability to kill people

“fine. but that’s it! i’m out.” he grabbed his car keys, observing the 2:58:54 that lit up both your phone and laptop screen.

——

kevin drove you into the city, picking up speed wherever he could as the dark night had settled in and by the time you guys had reached 67th street the timer hit 2:36:43.

“it could be any of these mailboxes y/n! this is a death wish!” kevin put his face in his palms out of stress before exhaling and parking his car on the curb of the west corner.

“it’s a branded game kevin, there has to be a clue somewhere.” you laughed observing each mailbox, as you strolled past them until you saw a smiley face sticker with the eyes crossed out with graffitied handwriting which read “good luck!”.

“calabunga.” you smiled, using the lever to open the box and retrieve the black key placed inside. “let’s go.”

kevin huffed as you sprinted back to the vehicle eager to feel the adrenaline seep through your veins.

——

kevin dropped you off at west avenue, giving you a hug before explaining his reasons for not being able to stay.

“take care of yourself and don’t get hurt. please call me if you need me.” a line he had gotten used to saying at this point considering your lifestyle he was used to your flighty antics. but it seemed like this time you’d gone a little too far.

there were multiple bikes chained up near the bike shelter on west avenue, but it wasn’t like you had time to eliminate each one. one motorcycle stood out in particular, it was jet black, clearly a brand new build with a huge silver smiley face pad lock attached to a clunky metal chain on the side.

you inserted the key in hopes of it being the right one and sighed in relief when the chain loosened and lock burst open.

“nice bike.” a butter smooth voice hollered from behind you, you turned to see a pink haired boy behind you, covered in tattoos and piercings.

“thanks. just got it.” you replied with a chuckle, pushing the bike forward out of the shelter.

“do you know how to ride it?” he asked cocking his eyebrow up slightly.

“not really but my dad used to ride em, so it can’t be there hard.” you laughed nervously, swinging your leg over the seat and settling on board.

“how about i drive you into town, since i think i can see what you’re playing and you take it from there?” he suggested, watching your face contort as you battled the decision in your head.

“i don’t know. i think i’ll be fine.” you replied, not trusting his sinister appearance and judging eyes.

“how else would you get there without having a clue how to ride it?” he made suspicious eye contact with you, his facial expressions seemingly trying to tell you something.

he’s a player.

he must had been told to pick you up and take you into town.

“ah. i get it. yeah, sure you can take me into town.” you smiled, clocking his nervous movements and sigh of relief at your acceptance of the offer.

“thank you.” he puffed out in gratitude quickly hopping on the bike, and handing you the singular helmet hung on the side.

“do you not need this?” you asked hopping on the back behind him. he turned around with a look on his face that read “are you serious right now?”

“no, who where’s those? now quick we only have 1 hour and 50 minutes.” he shrugged off your words and with that he started the engine, waiting for you to pull the helmet over your head and place your hands around his waist before speeding off onto the main road into town.

——

hollering, yelling, the sound of smashed bottles and a heavily a intoxicated crowd lit up the nightlife in town as they all gathered round main street gearing up for one of the most exciting street races in town.

pulling on the brakes, the pink haired boy slowed arriving at the riders bay at the beginning of the street, there were multiple boys who were just like him, accessorizing in tattoo sleeves and thick silver jewelry.

“okay, the main race starts in 10 minutes. don’t talk to anyone, there’s some wrong people around here.” he told you within a genuine tone, seemingly as he frowned.

“why are you-” you were about to ask why he was telling you this information before he started the gas on the bike again.

“i’m sorry.” he spoke just above a whisper in remorse.

“for what? you’re not stealing my bike, are you?” your tone rose slightly, eyes lighting up red in the reflection of the brake lights.

“RIDERS GEAR UP.” a loud voice chanted through a megaphone as each motorcycle began lining up down the street.

“i have to.” he laughed, driving away from you as you attempted the run after the boy.

“shit.” your legs soon grew tired and it was no use running after him at this point considering he was driving away at what felt like 90mph.

if what kevin said was true, you were dead.

you had no bike to race with and time was ticking down like sand, 1:05:34, the clock on your phone read with a sad smiley face beneath it. “uh oh” a robotic voice echoed through your speakers. it knows my bike was stolen?

you shrugged it off, watching as girls jumped on the back of their boyfriends bike ready for the race to start. you ran past each rider, asking if you could just by any chance, hop on the back of their bike for the race. but you knew you couldn’t mention the game, or the time you had left in your phone and most of them refused laughing at you pathetically.

“hop on mine.” a sultry sweet voice beckoned from behind you, a jet black haired boy with sharp facial features and a silver lip ring faced you, seemingly catching a glimpse of your phone screen which read 1:0:30.

without a second thought, you stuffed your phone in your pocket and slid on to the back of his bike.

“thank you.” you sighed in relief, looking around for a helmet to wear but there wasn’t one. “do you not have a helmet?”

“RIDERS YOUR RACE BEGINS IN… ” the megaphone voice echoed through the street, riders reviving their engines and the crowd spitting, hollering in excitement.

“no. just put your arms around me. hurry the fuck up there’s no time.” his tone grew serious and you rushed to wrap your arms around him as the traffic lights flicked between red and amber.

“READY.”

“SET.”

“GO.”

each driver released their brakes, shooting down the street at speeds above 100mph with no fear of consequences.

that rush of adrenaline you craved, rushed through your vessels as the motorcycle sped through the night, passing each street lamp at exhausting speeds, eliciting high pitched whistles and screams from the crowd behind the barricade.

the kind boy driving you wasn’t rushing yet, he capped his speed at 90mph for the first lap falling to the back of the hoard of vehicles crowding at high speed.

“we’re behind. we have to win.” you yelled into the boys ear over the overwhelming sound of roaring engines.

“i know but just wait until-” he shouted back but was largely cut off by the sound of screeching metal and a silencing crash as two riders brutally collided.

“THAT. that’s why you want to be behind.” he silenced you as you looked back gobsmacked at the fatal scene. shards of metal and bike parts still flying in the air almost decapitating you and the boy.

it was almost the final lap, riders being eliminated by obstacles one by one, crashing and setting fire to their vehicles.

turning the last corner, the boy picked up speed, racing towards the front of the competition, neck and neck with the rider beside you. looking to your left you saw the familiar pink haired boy, racing on the stolen bike towards the finishing line. he smirked, leaning to his right and almost clashing with your vehicle.

“Juyeon doing charity work? Awhh.” he cooed over the racketing sound of his engine, giving a name to the boy that had helped you enter the race.

“Fuck off, thief.” you hollered back, watching him smile and and shake his head, eliciting an overtaking match between Juyeon and himself.

00:00:30

“Juyeon! We have 30 seconds left!” you shouted over to the boy in front, he nodded and ramped up the speed one more time.

with that, the pink haired boy fell behind, the finishing line within arms length, the thrill of winning biting at you.

a tacky horn sounded as you crossed the finish line,

00:00:00

YOU WIN!

your phone screen lit up with digital confetti, the flash light turning off in a staccato pattern as the bike came to a hault.

“Yes! We win!” you squealed, hugging the boy as a thank you, he smiled slightly looking up to something with a cocky grin.

“Yes, we did indeed.” he spoke mysteriously, you followed his eyes up to the large billboard screen on one of the skyscrapers in the city.

both yours and juyeon’s face lit up on the big screen with a banner that read:

“POWER COUPLE? RACEFORTIME BIKE RACE WINNERS”

you covered your face in embarrassment, shying away from the camera as juyeon wrapped an arm around your shoulder smiling and waving - eliciting the crowd of girls gathered around with their phones to squeal.

“remember to upvote me, as your favorite player!” he said into the camera, giving it a heart which contrasted his dark mysterious appearance, leather jacket and piercings.

your phone began to chime with notifications, follows on instagram, messages from classmates, and a score in the top right corner began to rise.

Congratulations! (your name), you’ve surpassed 1000 supporters on RACEFORTIME.

“you gain popularity from this?” you asked curiously watching Juyeon smile back down at you.

“hell yeah. you’re talking to the most popular guy in the game.” he showed you his screen with a proud glint in his cat-like eyes.

player #109: JUYEON LEE

WINS: 25

SUPPORTERS: 1.3m

“what’s your name?” he asked clicking on to the search bar of the app.

“y/n.” you replied with your name and username, a banner notification popping up at the top of your screen to say he’d followed you.

“thanks by the way, juyeon.” you smiled at him, watching him check his bike for scratches crouched on the floor.

“no problem, if you need anymore help let me know. it’s hard to survive this game.” he spoke solemnly, looking over his shoulder at the pink haired boy sat at the sidelines with his head in his hands.

as you began to walk off, you looked up to see kevin stood at the sidelines with a look that replicated death itself. an appalled, gobsmacked “o” for lips and eyes sunken in fear.

“you’re so dead when we get home.” he whacked you over the back of your head slightly, and escorted you back to his car despite distressing that he wasn’t coming to pick you up at all.

you turned back one last time to catch eyes with the mysterious juyeon lee, hopping back on to his motorcycle yet still watching you walk away.

you waved shyly, seeing a smile creep on to his face before he lifted his hand to wave back.

hopefully this wasn’t the last time you’d see him.

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hello my daisies !! dedicated to @winterchimez for a late bday present <3 ahhh i love this concept so much and hope you enjoyed too!! this is one of my favorite storylines yet <3

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#the boyz x reader #the boyz fanfic #the boyz imagines #kpop imagines #the boyz #the boyz x you #tbz #the boyz fluff #the boyz angst #the boyz juyeon #lee juyeon #juyeon imagines #tbz imagines #tbz scenarios #kpop #kpop fanfics #kpop fanfic #tbz fanfiction #juyeon fanfic #kpop x reader #kpop scenarios #ateez fanfic #ateez #the boyz drabbles #the boyz ff #the boyz suggestive #the boyz au #juyeon

[bisexualchaosdemon]

The Foxes as things my old friend and I have said

I make no apologies for the cursed shit you are about to read

Neil @ Andrew: Yes, malicious compliance, thank you. I knew if anyone would know the correct term for spiteful behaviour, it would be you.

Neil or Kevin: I'm working on two hours of sleep and a protein bar, I am ready to fight God or BECOME HIM!

Nicky: *cackling maniacally while shoving a muffin in his mouth* *process to almost choke to death on said muffin*

Neil: What's the word? Clothes soap?

Nicky: Pinoccio can turn into a sex toy by lying and telling the truth really quickly

Neil, talking about Andrew's dark humour: It was just the added hint of rape that really got it there

Matt: What the fuck in the misogyny???

Neil or Andrew, probably: I'm staying in this doorway, I don't want to commit a felony

Wymack: In the same way it takes a lot of pressure to make a diamond, it takes a lot of trauma to make a Fox

Neil, to Andrew: I am the rake to your Sideshow Bob

Aaron, playing a video game: This fucking game can get fucking shoved up my asshole! It can fester with my haemorrhoids!!!

Neil: *makes an unhelpful comment*

Aaron: You're right, I do need to find all the boxes. But in order to find all the boxes, I need to find a shred of my sanity!

Nicky: Toot toot get the gripping socks oot for crash bandicoot

Dan: If you are smaller than the person you are cuddling, it's not called being the big spoon, it is being a backpack

Aaron, from across the dorm: YOU ACTUAL RAT FANNY FLAP

Neil @ Aaron: Imma turn your glasses into contact lenses!

Kevin, talking to Andrew about his friends: Nevermind quality over quantity, you don't have either

Matt, to Dan: Are you playing footsie with me madame?

Drugged Andrew: I am the evil doodle from Spongebob

Kevin: *clapping for emphasis* You. Are.

Andrew or Neil: Stop being funny when I don't have pants on!

Nicky, upon learning he talks in his sleep: Even sleep can't shut me up– I have a disease!

Nicky: You are a cinnamon bun

Neil: No, I'm something that looks like a cinnamon bun, but is actually filled with paprika

Nicky: You are a paprika bun!

Andrew: I don't know what you're complaining about, I'm fucking funny

Kevin, high as fuck: You're not allowed to die. And, God, I wish you were a donut.

Andrew or Neil @ Kevin: Gonna fe fi fo fum my foot up your ass

Neil: Fuck me, it's cold!

Andrew: I'm not going to fuck you just because it's cold

Neil: Nah, you're going to fuck me because of my hot ass

Renee: surviving?

Kevin: Not thriving.

Nicky, to Neil: You and Andrew are like the Kermit darkside meme... Except you are both wearing hoods.

Allison: Keep your nipples on! Don't get your fucking fanny lips in a twist, honestly

Also Allison: Being hit in the clit with a Bisexual flag is not how I want my sexuality reaffirmed

*discussing why they would never date*

Matt: I don't see you as a person

Nicky: *bursts out laughing* I don't see you as a person, the nicest thing a friend has ever said to me

Matt: No, wait, lemme explain

Aaron: Fuck. Da. Ocean.

Matt: I've definitely eaten too much. I'm going to have a food baby. I will name him Derek

Allison, finishing her homework: My laptop is going away and it's not coming back out until Monday

Dan: woop woop get your tits oot

Allison: *flashes single boob*

Nicky: Which of the seven dwarves are you?

Neil: *struggles to remember all seven dwarves*

Neil: Dopey, clearly

Andrew: That's a big off

Kevin: I am a big oof

Andrew: What does that make me?

Kevin: A small, angry oof

Drugged Andrew @ Renee: if you ask a Christian to prove that God exists, they will just whip out the bible. Like, yes *whips out Mr Men book* wah-bam! Proof that Mr Tickle exists!

Andrew, telling Bee about his bad day: Right, so, I woke up, so already off to a bad start

Andrew again: Life is a naughty dog that keeps humping your leg

Andrew: *suddenly singing along to song* YES!

Kevin: *confused*

Andrew: Sorry, my inner demon just took over a little there

Kevin: You're inner demon is so gay!

Andrew: *dying with silent laughter*

Kevin: I am half expecting it to say 'yas'! You have the gayest inner demon I've ever seen

~a few moments later~

Andrew: Yaaaas! Oh, goddammit! Why did you have to put that thought in my head? Stop giving my demon ammunition!!

Aaron: It's your turn to pick dinner

Andrew: *thinks about it for five seconds* No.

Aaron: The fuck you mean 'no' ?!

Kevin, drunk: It wasn't great. I wouldn't rate. *burps* I used a burp to punctuate.

Kevin: What are we doing?

Neil: I have no plan. For life or for dinner.

Kevin: Let's formulate a plan. For dinner. You're on your own for the rest

Nicky: We do not ride at dawn in this house. That is far too early. We ride at dusk.

Allison: Well, if you can't beat them, climb between their legs

Neil: .... *shrugs* If you can't win, be good at oral

Matt: She is beauty, she is grace, I would like her to sit on my face

Aaron @ Neil: You're like biting into a chocolate and discovering it's liquorice

Andrew: I will indifferently shove you in front of a train

Nicky: *yawns ridiculously loudly*

Matt: That yawn had layers!

Nicky: I call it my oni-yawn *cries laughing at own joke*

Andrew: I need a chiropractor, an exorcist, and a bong

*trying knitting instead of sparring*

Renee: I'm trying to knit myself some mental stability

Andrew: I'm trying to knit myself a noose

Andrew: When you think about it, that's all people are; we are sperms with delusions of grandeur

*the monsters play Monopoly*

Aaron: *lands on chance*

Andrew: You coming to join me in jail?

Chance: go back 3 spaces

Aaron: Ha! No!

Aaron: *lands on community chest*

Community chest: go to jail

Aaron: Oh, fuck you!

Nicky, talking about why the mosters can't play Monopoly anymore: Friends were lost that day, patiences were tried, shoes were thrown

Kevin: Can God let go of my gonads?

Andrew: No dick is good enough to live on salad

Aaron, into the pitch black, silent bedroom: You old cock-blocking bastard

Andrew @ Wymack: Come get yo kid, they about to get a McKnuckles Slappy meal

Neil: There is a nice personality inside me, problem is he's mute.

Nicky: You know, it was only after I did that that my self-preservation instincts realised there was a very real possibility that you could have punch me in the face.

Andrew: Self-preservation instincts? You have those?

Nicky: Clearly not!

Renee: PHONE 911 YOU ABSOLUTE PLUM

Aaron: Where does today come before yesterday?

Neil: The alphabet? Oh, a dictionary!

Aaron: The alphabet?!

Neil: I got the alphabetical thing, I just forgot dictionaries existed for a sec!

Matt: My ankle is killing me

Nicky: And IIII, I must confess, so is my knee!

Matt: Is my knee!

Foxes @ Neil: You are always angry and always dying. You are like a suicidal hulk.

Bonus in honour of tsc:

Jean @ Jeremy: Give me an orgasm and then slit my throat. Please and thank you.

#i'm not sorry #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #aftg shitpost #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #matt boyd #dan wilds #allison reynolds #jean moreau #renee walker #kevin day #coach wymack

[catharsis-in-darkness]

Family Affairs: Teaser

Authors Note: Just a little something i’ve been working on! I got some writers block working on Grief of Hearts bc i don’t know what direction i wanna take in lol.

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Reader

Cw: Mentions of Cheating, Mentions of Pregnancy, (i think that’s it, let me know if i need to add anything else lol)

If you want to be added to tags please let me know!

Grumbling as I stepped out of my front door, I locked the door behind Vinny.

“Cheer up Princess, it’s not going to be that bad.” Vin could tell I was stressed out about tonight. We’re going over to my parents house, they’d been bugging us to come over for weeks.

“I don’t wanna goooooo.” I dragged out, my lower lip jutting out. I put on the best puppy dog eyes I could muster, as I looked up at him.

“We have tooooooo.” He chuckled, grabbing my face in his rough hands. His thumb ran over my cheek a couple time he soon brought his lips down onto mine. We softly kissed for a second prior to him bringing his forehead to meet mine.

“Cmon Sweets, we gotta go.” He whispered, pulling away and slapping my ass. He started giggling, running to the car.

“VINCENZO!” I followed him, slightly rubbing my cheek from the pain.

“You look different Y/N!” My mother gushed as she pulled me into a tight hug, effectively knocking the air out of me.

“I haven’t changed much momma.” I really hadn’t changed anything about myself. I was the same old me, the one I’ve always been.

“And Vincenzo! You’ve gotten so muscular!” She exclaimed, finally taking notice of my fiancé. He pulled her into a hug.

“You look as beautiful as ever Mrs. Y/M/N.” I rolled my eyes at his antics as he gave me a playful smirk back. My giggling stopped as I saw my step-father come out of the kitchen.

“Hi hun.” He said briefly making eye contact with me. Ever since I found him fucking his assistant in the kitchen, he hasn’t been able to look at me the same. Their marriage has been in shambles ever since I told my mom. Kevin has been in my life since I was 12, and as much as I loved him like my own dad; He hurt my mom.

“Hi Kevin.” I smiled at him before getting pulled into an awkward hug. I quickly got out of it as my mother grabbed Vinny and I leading us to the kitchen like we hadn’t been there before.

“Let’s eat!”

An awkward silence fell over us as we all ate dinner.

“So, Vincenzo! When are you and Y/N going to give us little grand-babies?” My mother questioned, making me choke on the food I was swallowing.

“MOM!” I scolded.

“What?? You think I don’t know how you youngins get down these days? I wouldn’t be surprised if you were already pregnant.” She shrugged my scolding off.

“Uhm, we haven’t really gotten there yet Mrs. Y/M/N..” Vin played it off well.

#miw fanfic #motionless in white #motionless in white fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #vinny mauro fanfic #vinny mauro #vincenzo mauro

[sstardustt3]

May I request BEN Drowned and Kagekao’s being bestie’s? Since both like to mess with people a lot. It’s surprisingly that people in Creepypasta fandom didn’t make them interact… I would like to see them meet. Kagekao is underrated by the way. :D

i literally don't know why I've never thought of doing this so thx u so much anon for requesting this :3

side note: sorry for doing this late I went on a trip of spring break and I didn't bring my computer so I couldn't do it until i got home

Tags: mentions of other creeps and hatsune miku and gumi (for…some reason) || reditor ass troll behavior || discord users || ben and kagekao are little shits and bullies ||

I’m just gonna say this: you know those discord fight night servers ? They’re both frequent participates and they win everytime.

Despite ben being a literal virus and having access to multiple different languages he sucks at japanese and whenever he talks to kage it’s like he’s speaking through google translate 

Kage knows this and constantly corrects him and makes fun of him for it and it pisses ben off so much 

What pissed him off even more was when he found out kage can speak and understand english perfectly fine (it was quiet literally like that one sound)

ben: “Y’know don’t think we ever got over that language barrier”

kagekao: “It’s not your fault.”

ben: “W-what the fuck you speak english?”

kagekao:“Of course i do.”

Safe to say  ben almost choked him out 

He also actually tried to tell the other creeps about that and no one believed him 

because kage REFUSES to speak english around everyone else

ben: “That shit stain speaks english im telling you.”

(insert creep i couldn't think of one): “No he doesn’t ben, your delusional.”

Kagekao: “Yeah ben, you’re being delusion.”

Ben: “SEE WHAT I MEAN.”

creep: “What are you talking about?”

kagekao: “そう、ベンのことを何言ってるの？”

ben: “I’m gonna get you one day I swear to god.”

One time they binged home alone and they just so happened to be left alone the same day because all the creeps just so happened to be out of the building so they rigged the entire building just like kevin (i’m probably gonna make this into a fanfiction)

Toby and jeff were the main victims of the traps 

Another prank  they did was that they asked cody to make seditaives and they put them in everyones food and drinks

Twitter warriors. They will (spesfically ben) will go to the most insane lengths when it comes to defending their faves and just pissing people off

Kage helps him come up with the most VILE insults and ben already has the most damaging insults so them together could probably make someone cry or bully a kpop stan into retirement

They think it’s funny to tell people to off themselves 

Average chronically online redditor users

Ben made the sonic.exe creepypasta game and kage helped with the text in the game

Ben is a hatsune miku stan and kage is a gumi stan

They have matching hello kitty pajamas

Kage is the only one who has seen the inside of ben’s room (unwillingly) and despite him having a whole ass room to himself they basically live togther

Kagekao has no sense of personal space when it comes to ben because he knows ben despises  being physically close to people (even though he is basically holographic unless he touches people) and he gets as close as humanly possible to piss him off until he gets hot and has to reboot

Kage constantly reminds ben that he’s taller and physically stronger than him

Overall? They’re made for each other, if they could care for other people romantically (which I think they’re both too much of self-centered assholes to do so) they would probably be married, actually they probably are for tax benefits.

- requests and reposts are deeply appreciated -

#creepypasta #writing #creepypasta headcanon #headcanon #toby rogers #ticci toby #ben drowned hcs #ben drowned arg #ben drowned headcanons #kagekao #kagekao headcanons #kagekao creepypasta #ben drowned creepypasta #ben creepypasta #jeff the killer #slenderverse

[8myass]

.. submit .. pairing. kevin moon x female reader genre. smut pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) synopsis. who woulda thought your best friend would use the handcuffs you bought him for his birthday on you? wc. 1k cw. best friend!kevin, brat taming dom!kevin, bratty sub!reader tw. dubcon (reader is drunk), handcuffs (f receiving), alcohol consumption, pet names (‘darling’, ‘baby’, ‘babe’, ‘beautiful’, ‘friend’?), name calling (‘slut’), praising, degrading, cursing, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap your meat fellas), p in v, breeding, choking, teasing, i think that’s it?? a/n. i should just accept the fact that i won’t ever get a birthday fic posted on time for their birthday ☺️ anyway, i wrote this while i was high at 3 in the morning, so i’m sorry if there’s mistakes :}

“I love seeing you so submissive. Give in to me,” he whispered against the back of your ear, running his soft hands along your delicate skin. You were shivering underneath him, body nearly convulsing against his touch, fingers fumbling with the material holding your wrists to the headboard behind you. 

“You’re beautiful like this,” he purred, fingers gently caressing your moist and reddened cheeks. You weren’t just embarrassed, but you were ashamed as well. This was your friend, your best friend, whose bed you had found yourself in, drunk off your ass without a care in the world who was watching as you stripped yourself of all your clothes, shaking your sexy body in his face. You thought, without a doubt in your mind, that there was not a chance that he would act on any ounce of desire he had toward you; especially since you thought he wasn’t interested in you in that light whatsoever. 

So, obviously, when you were pinned down to the bed underneath him, his kisses rough and full of passion, you were well beyond the line of shock, skipping right into complete and utter dumbfoundedness. Lost in the heat of the moment, you hadn’t even realized he used the pink fluffy handcuffs you gifted to him as a joke on his birthday just a few days ago to connect your wrists to the posts at the top of his bed. 

“Quit teasing,” you snapped, jerking your face away from him. You just wanted this agonizing moment over with, it was way too much for you, honestly. The overwhelming embarrassment, shame, disappointment, you were just a mess. A hot mess, sure, but still a mess, nonetheless. 

“Ah, but I thought you were into foreplay, darling? If I remember correctly, you always bitch whenever you don’t get any,” he hummed, cockiness radiating from his tone. You cringed at how insensitive he sounded, knowing damn well why you wanted to move on with this little scenario that he insisted on playing out longer than what is needed. 

“Just… just put it in or something… I’m already… turned on enough…” you could barely stumble out the right words to explain to him where you were coming from. You had never felt so degraded in your life, and you’d barely even gotten anywhere with him. 

He chuckled at the tone of your voice, hearing how impatient you were becoming. He really did find great amusement in your suffering…

He slowly slipped his hands down his own body, tugging his pants off and hesitatingly lifting his shirt up next.

On instinct, you wanted to reach out and touch him, but it only resulted in you rubbing at the fluffiness of the handcuffs containing your wrists. He faked a pout as he stared down at your desperate form, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “Aw, does baby wanna be let free? Do you wanna touch me?”

“N-no! They’re just… bothersome…” you were so easy to read that it made you sick to the stomach with how much your tone gave away your truth. It only resulted in  playful eye roll from him, but it didn’t take long for him to push his cock into your clenching hole. You gasped, the back of your head digging into the pillow below, nails fervently scratching and clawing at the sheets nearest to them. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, babe,” he groaned, pushing every inch inside you agonizingly slow. 

You hissed, “Why are you doing everything so fucking slow, Kev? Why don’t you fuck me like a man? Do something right, goddamn.”

His eyes widened at your outburst, but you were just as surprised by your words as he was. Only, you failed to react quick enough before the cataclysm of rage fell over the man on top of you. You squealed as soon as you felt his entire length dip inside you, only to be pulled out and shoved right back in. His hips were brutal against you, just as you had provoked him. You realized your mistake as soon as his reaction was pinpointed on your newly abused pussy. 

Your legs looped around his waist, hoping to stabilize his pace a little, maybe so it wouldn’t be so unforgiving and sporadic, but it didn’t help. If anything, it made him more pissed off, growling, “Why are you moving, slut?”

You readjusted your legs again, spreading them far apart, allowing him full access to everything you had to offer. It’s like you were giving yourself to him, allowing him to take everything from you, your own best friend. 

“And how do you suppose we go back to being friends after this?” he asked, upper lip twitching along with his cock still pounding into your tight cunt, precum slipping out into your wetness enveloping him. “You think we can do that?”

You shook your head violently, eyes shut tightly in an attempt to focus on his words instead of the intense pleasure you were feeling, your cries and screams evidence of that. 

“You gonna let me use this pathetic, whore pussy whenever I want then? We’re not friends anymore, that’s long gone. Now I’m gonna fuck you every single fucking day to my heart’s content. You’re gonna fulfill every desire of mine, like the good little slut you are, aren’t you?” he gripped your neck, squeezing enough to make your eyes pop open and hands struggle at the fuzz coating your wrists for freedom. You nodded, drool pooling around the corners of your mouth, lids drooping. 

“I’ve always wanted this. Always wanted to use you like this, abuse your pretty cunt, fill it up with my cum. Always dreamt of this moment, beautiful. I’m gonna have so much fun with you now that I finally have you in my grasp,” he hummed, face inches from yours, each breath you took just recycled air from his lips. “You’re mine now, you’re never gonna get away.”

With one last thrust, lips colliding into yours, his hot, creamy liquid spewed out inside of your dripping cunt. Your orgasm was soon to follow, your tiny and weak body trembling under him as his hips glided against yours to help you ride it out. Your tongues were entwined, your meek whimpers falling against his recently explored mouth. 

He slowly pulled away, a trail of spit falling between your lips as he analyzed your dreamy expression, your eyes seemingly in a daze. He smirked, leaving a gentle peck to your nose, “I think I might like you, friend.”

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Song Rec: Memory of Piano by 加藤達也

Isekai'd

Part 8: A Familiar Symphony

Part 7

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Vash(Tristamp) X Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ cussing, explosives, mention of suicide, weapons and guns(pew pew), dismemberment, murder, blood and gore(kinda descriptive), mentions of death ⚠

You ran to get Kevin out of the stable.

"Fucking Hell!", you said, almost tripping over your feet. "Get Kevin out, get Kevin out!"

While unhooking the latch on the stable doors, you heard another bomb go off in the distance.

All the bombs are out now. You think, pulling the reigns to usher the large bird out. "Come on Kevin, its ok."

You quickly put the saddle on and make sure every buckle is on. Hopping onto the bird, you ride it over towards the entrance of the town.

As you come up towards entrance the, you stop Kevin just before they could notice the two of you and see some of the spider like bombs latched onto them.

"Come on, we gotta go put you on the side.", you say and pull on the reigns to make Kevin turn towards an opening between two buildings on the side.

After getting off of the bird, you check for mines by tossing rocks out onto the sand, letting out a relieved sigh when nothing explodes.

"Ok Kevin.", you push the bird out of town. "Run away when everything falls. I'll meet up with you later."

In the background you can hear Vash and EG Bomber going up to the plant.

Turning back towards the entrance, there's a sudden tingling sensation at the back of your head. Before you could take another step, the feeling in your legs give out.

You fall hard to the ground.

"What the-?", you say confused and try to move, but instead the feeling of your body shutting down takes over instead. Why is this happening!? I'm wearing my coat! I'm not overheating!

A piano note plays as your eyes start to close, darkness creeping in.

There's a yank on the back of your coat, and you feel something dragging you away.

There's nothing you can do.

Rem's voice is the last thing you hear.

.

Vash had the bomber in a chokehold.

"Tell us!", he said, tightening every so often with a scowl on his face. "Out with it!"

"A red button on my back!", EG Mine chokes out. "Hurry up! Push it already!"

The blonde wastes no time, letting the two reporters restrain the bomber and removing the cover from the bottom part man's spinal brace. A second after pushing the button, the bombs go back to their previous blue color and fall off of everyone.

There's sighs or relief throughout the town's people.

Roberto ties the bombers hands behind his back when Nebraska points a rocket launcher at the bandaged-face man.

"You killed my beloved boy.", the old man says angrily.

Vash steps in front of the bomber with his left arm stretched out, blocking him. "Please, don't Nebraska."

"Get out of my way! You would dare to protect this maniac!?", Nebraska responds.

As the blonde tries to reason with the man, a piano note plays, gaining everyone's attention. Looking around to pin point where music is coming from, Vash freezes at when recognizing the familiar symphony.

His brother had arrived.

"He's here.."

Snapping out of it, he starts shouting at the people to start running, following EG Mine as they escape. When he gets to the place where the piano was playing, there's blood all over the ground and arms hanging off of the saloon doors.

Once inside he points his gun at his identical twin.

"Have you ever wondered..what its like to speak with a God?", Knives asks, sitting on the chair in front of the piano.

The body of serial bomber lies on the floor, blood still coming out from where their arms would be.

The hooded figure puts down the cover for the piano keys and turns to look at him.

"Vash. Its been so long.", the pale blue eyed man stands up. "I see you're still lugging around that gun."

"Why are you here?", Vash asks, earning a chuckle in return. "For the Plant.."

"I'm taking it back. It belongs to me..or rather, it belongs to us.", Knives says calmly.

"I won't let you! That would be a death sentence for the entire town!", he shouts.

His twin laughs. "Won't let me?", he says, turning his body to face the humanoid typhoon. "Who's side are you on?"

Knives speaks up again before Vash could answer.

"It must feel nice, stunning the masses with your tricks. Collecting their cries of adoration.", then the pale blue eyed blonde walks toward him, stepping into the puddle of blood. "Does their praise cure it? The loneliness."

"Listen to yourself! All these years and you're exactly the same!", Vash yells out, still keeping his gun pointed at his brother.

"How amusing.", Knives says, lifting his hand to touch the gun. "I was thinking the same of you." The tips of his fingers make contact with the weapon and a blue cloud appears around them, and what looks like white cracks forms on the gun as he pushes it down.

Vash's conscience is then plunged into a blue space as his younger self, looking around confused.

"You can't even control your gate yet?"

.

Gasp!

You woke up taking a deep breath in and Kevin nudging you. Blinking rapidly as you sat up, you take in the scene before you.

Jeneora Rock was completely destroyed.

What..? You stared at what was left of the town in shock. Why did you stop me Rem? You wonder, growing angry with the woman.

Then you heard crying, the sound snapping you out of your thoughts.

I'll deal with her later. You thought and stood up, getting your medic bag off of the saddle. I've got a job to do.

Walking over to the survivors, you drop your bag and cup your hands around your mouth. "Bring all the wounded to me! NOW!", you shout, getting everyone's attention. "I need those well enough to go looking through the rubble for any more survivors!"

They all stare at you for a moment.

"Come on people, listen to the medic! LET'S MOVE!", you demand.

The town's folk scramble and do as told, bringing the wounded and a few going towards what was left of the destroyed town. The first one you take care of is the little boy Tonis, frowning when seeing all of his wounds and missing arm.

As you work, you can feel someone's eyes burning into the back of your skull.

Cleaning off blood, having to cut off dead skin or unsalvageable body parts, and stitching people back up is what you do for a good hour or two. Keeping a calm face as you do so.

Their were times where you had to break some bad news, your patient having been dead when or before they got to you.

You cleaned up as best you could, your coat having more blood stains than earlier. Then you remembered the graze that you got on your arm.

"Hey Star boy.", you spoke up, looking behind yourself to find Vash standing there. "Mind helping the medic?"

"Yeah, of course.", he says, going over and kneeling down next to you. "What do you need?"

"Some help with my wound.", you say and shrug off your coat. "Got this earlier today and haven't had the chance to take care of it.", you say and turn to face him after getting the necessary items.

He works quickly to clean the blood off, and you hiss when your wound burns. Then he applies the ointment, making sure to spread it out evenly before taking the gauze from your hands and wrapping it around your upper arm.

"Thank you.", you mumble to the blonde.

His head snaps up to look at you and stares for a moment before looking back at your arm, tying a knot to keep the gauze in place.

"No problem.", he responds.

Then Vash gets up from his kneeling position, giving you what was left of the gauze and making his way towards Rosa. All you do is sigh, feeling sad about what will happen next.

He doesn't deserve that. You think picking up your bag, getting up and also taking your coat.

You hear Meryl wake up coughing as you tie your bag onto the saddle, looking back when Rosa starts to blame the poor blonde for something he didn't do.

Putting on your coat, you grab the reigns and pull Kevin to follow behind as you walk past what's left of the town's people. You stop just in front of one and the pregnant woman holding her son looks up at you.

"Are you satisfied? Putting the blame on someone who tried to save you?"

You leave before she could say anything, feeling too angry and not wanting to do something you might regret or worse.

Doing something that would hurt Vash.

"Hey Star boy!", you call out to him, running to catch up and passing by Meryl, smiling when he stops and turns to face you. "Need a travel companion?"

A smile appears on his face too, not entirely happy but not entirely sad either. You'll take what you can get.

"I'd like that.", he says.

*screeches*

~Seline, the person.

Next: Part 9

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Tying Kevin up to a chair and making him lose his mind with hands, mouth, tongue... 😋😈

A/N: This is completely self indulgent. And I made it soft in the end cause I need that scene like BREATH right now. Fuck me good and make me feel safe. That’s the dream bbys. Thank you for this ask… it has taken awhile to get here, but I hope it is worth the wait 😘

This is part of Letters in Your Last Name because I literally went to post this and assumed it said Sam and Kevin originally and it absolutely did not ☠️

Word count: 1.6k

“Which one?” I ask Kevin, holding up the two tie options to him.

“Left.” He says after licking his lips. “I’m wearing the other one to the game tomorrow. Can’t have it wrinkled.”

I toss that one onto the dining room table, then step forward with the burgundy one. My eyes go to the tent just under the thick band of Swedish underwear he is wearing. I walk towards him, barefoot and only in a bra and panties. Slowly, I lower myself onto his lap. I run my gaze along the handsome features of his face. Flecks of gold are pronounced in his eyes with the fading sunlight of our spacious home. I tilt my head to the side, then grab both of his wrists. I pull them down from my hips and behind his back.

“You gonna be nice to me?” Kevin whispers. His voice is husky, dripping with a desire that makes me wet for him. I brush my nose along his jaw as I twist down with the tie. I wrap it around his wrists twice, then cross the two ends and tighten them closed. Kevin chases my face, kissing my cheeks, urging me to turn so our lips can connect. “You gonna fuck me like a good girl?” He whispers against my wet mouth.

“I don’t know… you’ve been kinda bad.” I say, pulling enough away that his lips can’t reach mine anymore. No problem for Kevin. He drops his face to rest between my plumped breasts. I’m wearing a new push up bra that has everything perfectly in place. He bites down on my skin, leaving an instant red mark.

“You’re such a brat tonight. All because I scored on your brother.” 

“Twice.” I fill in.

“Why are you mad at me? I did my job. I score then we score.” 

“You know what you did.” It wasn’t the goals. It was the celebration right in front of Alex. And then the obvious, cheeky grin he shot right at me as he skated to the bench. That kind of behavior… can’t go unchecked. So, tonight, Kevin loses the use of his silky mitts. 

“Your baby daddy is a super star.” There is that cheeky grin again.

“Careful. I might decide you lose use of your mouth too.” Kevin pops a thick eyebrow up in question. Then brings his chocolatey gaze back to my breasts. He leans forward, but I lean back again, not letting his mouth hit my warm skin. He growls. 

“When you untie me, you’re going to pay up for being so mouthy.”

"Gonna show you how mouthy I can be."

I run the tip of my nose along his jaw, then press my first kiss to his mouth. He turns his face so it rests against my cheek. He moans into my ear as I suck his skin between my lips. His breath tickles against the sensitive skin on my neck, tightening my nipples against his chest. The lace on my bra tickles at his chest hair. I run my mouth along his collar bone next, letting my tongue trace the ridge of his muscular chest. I brush kisses along his body as I work my way down to kneel between his wide thighs. He looks so good like this in front of me. Huge thighs spread wide on the chair, thick erection seeping from the tip as I pull him out of his underwear. I kiss the red tip as he exhales sharply. A moan follows as I wrap my lips around the very top of his cock. 

I watch his biceps tighten as he tries to bring his hands to my hair, forgetting they are tied behind his back. I smirk around his cock as I go lower, taking him deep, hesitantly teasing. Kevin’s head knocks back to the ceiling. A heavy curse falls from his swollen lips. 

“Ohmygod.” The words come from deep in his chest. “Oh.” He chokes when I take him deeper into my throat. He presses his hips up, pushing me further down him until my nose touches his abdomen. “Wow.” He pants. His noises have my folds soaked. I reach a hand down, bringing my hand into them to touch myself while Kevin watches. I work my mouth down him again, rubbing my clit as I do so. I moan around him, watching Kevin squeeze his eyes shut.

My velvet mouth takes him the way he needs it. I build into a consistent lap and suck alternating tempo. Kevin watches me playing with myself in tandem, breathing starting to become ragged. He licks his lips, moaning out deeply as he presses his hips up again. 

“More.” He demands. I answer immediately, pulling my hand out to grip the base of his shaft. My wetness hits his dick and everything gets hotter. “Baby, I need your pussy. Please. Get up here. Fuck me until you come.” He is unabashed, brazen with a slight curl to his top lip as he watches me get off my knees. “No, no, no.” He moans as I tease his sensitive, dribbling head through my folds. “Be my good girl. Need to fill you full, baby.”  

I oblige my husband like a good wife, sliding down until my pussy devours his cock. Kevin’s mouth falls open, speechless, breathless too, as I take him in one push down. I pull back up, then do it again. Kevin’s shoulders fall in pleasure.

“Doing everything you can not to cum?” I tease, nipping his top lip. Kevin looks tortured as he confirms my suspicion.

“All the stops. Your pussy is so good, baby. So wet and perfect for me.” He groans as I rock forward then back on him. 

“A… B…. C….” I joke, grinning at his strangled moan. 

“Gee-ZUS, fu-uuuck me.” He grits his teeth together, letting his head fall back so he is tilted up to my face. I lift completely, then stuff myself with him again.

I create a steady tempo as Kevin focuses on his breathing. He seems to regain a bit of control. His eyes are still wild and desperate though. I grin, feeling my chest swell at how sexy it feels to have him look at me like that. I bounce, taking him deep and consistent. 

“Take your bra off. Wanna taste you.” I reach around without stopping the tempo, unclasping the three clips. He attaches his lips over my nipple immediately, sucking it far into his mouth.

“Yeah.” I moan, feeling him begin to fuck up into me. “More of that.” I beg, not caring how needy I sound to him. I will gladly give up some of my control as long as he keeps doing that. “Yes.”

He picks up the tempo, matching his sucking and tonguing of my nipple with his hard thrusts. I can feel his heavy breath against my wet skin. I reach down, pulling his face away from me. I grab his chin in my hand, pressing my thumb and two fingers into the deep lines of his cheeks. I hold his face looking at mine. Kevin grins at the blissed out look on my face as we fuck each other desperately. My stomach tightens deep within. My other fingers fall down to my clit, working it with two fingers. 

“Come for me, gorgeous girl.” He watches my face, seeing I need one more nudge to go over. “Kiss me.” He licks his lips, looking so damn provocative as I crash my mouth onto his. His tongue comes to meet mine and he moans. The vibrations of it against my mouth have me coming. He releases into me immediately when my orgasm grips him, milking all of his seed from his swollen slit. Our juices flow out of me together as I slowly rock my way down to keep him buried to the hilt. I drop my forehead on his shoulder, exhausted, moaning at the little final flutters of my orgasm around him. Kevin sighs happily into my hair, lips kissing three times against my scalp, heading towards my ear. 

“I love you so much. Untie me. I’ve learned my lesson.”

“I love you too, but you haven’t learned anything.” I whine, staying on him as I lean forward to undo the tie. It comes apart quickly. Kevin wastes no time in getting his strong hands around me. He lifts me, taking himself out of me and standing up with me in his arms.

“Bath or shower?”

“Bath. With you.”

“Vanilla? Lavender? Almond?”

“Lavender… so you smell like that at morning skate tomorrow. That’s your other punishment.” 

“I love it. Reminds me of you.” 

After the water is ready, Kevin eases us both back into the sudsy warmth, me settled between his big thighs. After he puts my hair into an awkward bun, his lips make a home on my head next to it. He softly presses kisses there every so often as we contently relax into the flowery water together. 

“Baby, are you asleep?” Kevin whispers after awhile.

“Mmm.” I respond, even though I am definitely 30 seconds from losing any grip on reality. 

“You wanna get out?”

“No.” I murmur, snuggling deeper into his chest. I let my head fall back to his shoulder, tilting my head at an angle so he can kiss along my face. Gradually, I open my eyes to look at his brown orbs soaking me in. 

“Miluji tě, zlato.” His whisper barely disrupts the quiet night, adding a softness to his harsher native tongue.

“Miluji tě víc, má lásko” I respond.

I love you more, my love.

#letters in your last name au