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kissinkou · 24 days

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LIKE A CHAMP .ᐟ

ft. msby bokuto

cw : highly suggestive. making out. groping. cursing. stripping clothes. allusions to s3x. petnames (baby). locker room activities with beefy yummy bokuto :3 @omitea @steleir for my wifies !!

wc : 1k

you can hardly hear yourself yelling over the crowd of cheers that erupt through the stands. large signs are held high with famous players jersey numbers, and the stomps of feet throughout the bleachers create a loud rhythmic bang. the boom, boom, boom of shoes against the metal as the athletes fall to the floor in celebration.

your hands clap as you look across the court, smiling wide at your husband who pumps his fist high in the air, loud yell of pure ecstasy coming straight from his mouth. you see him look to the crowd, seemingly searching until he’s able to lock eyes with you. his grin is so wide you feel as though theres a light shining in your eyes, his teammates slapping his back in praise.

bokuto is immediately striding over to you once he gets the go ahead from his coach, practically tackling you into a hug stronger than a bear, squeezing you tight. you can feel the sweat that sticks to his body, seeing a droplet run down his forehead when he pulls back to rattle you by your shoulders.

“ baby ! you saw me, yeah ? you saw me win that point ? did you ? ”

you can’t help but giggle at his frantic need for your praiseful answer, hand coming up to his face with a smile spreading onto your lips.

“ i did. it was a great game ! you did amazing ! im so proud of you, kou. ”

and that’s when you see it. the smallest but mischievous glint that pools into his eyes, and he may try to laugh it off as if it were nothing, but you know him.

you weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the earlier words that left your mouth, but it led to your hand being taken and practically dragged to the mens lockeroom.

theres a sudden slam that resonates throughout the echoey walls, your back coming into contact with the locker behind you.

“ what— kou-mmph ! ”

you’re taken by surprise when a pair of lips smash into yours, teeth clashing in a frantic hurry as your question gets stolen from your mouth.

“ m’ sorry baby— i just— please. ” bokuto muffles, plea’s slipping from his mouth between the kisses he leaves on your lips, hot breath fanning over your face.

bokuto’s hands begin to roam across your body now, squeezing at the soft plush of your hips that has you instinctively rolling them onto nothing.

you can feel the tingles that shoot up from your feet to your spine, knees buckling into eachother. there’s a familiar heat that pools into your stomach, and one look at bokuto is all he needs to know his next move.

his lips are still devouring yours, tongue swiping at your bottom lip as a silent ask to delve deeper. you allow him, opening your mouth just the slightest bit more so he can push his tongue past your lips and onto yours.

your hands slip from his forearms, traveling up his biceps to the back of his neck. your fingers grasp the small hairs at his nape, which makes bokuto let out a shakey breath into your mouth.

“ you don’t understand— how bad i wanted this. ” he starts, large hands now dangerously close to the plump of your bottom.

“ looked so fuckin’ pretty in the stands baby. just wanted to— have you right then. ” he starts to babble nonsense, groping your ass in a harsh squeeze that has you whimpering in his hold.

his skin is wet, hot, and sticky from the earlier match he had just played. sweat trickled down from his sideburns as it pooled under his chin, and you can feel the buldge in his uniform growing stiffer by the minute. your hand travels to the tent in his shorts, fingers just barely grazes over his print, and bokuto sucks in a harsh hiss through his teeth. always so sensitive.

his mouth begins to peck the corners of your lips, moving south down your neck with sloppy wet kisses. bokuto lets his lips hover over your skin for a moment, before he’s delving into your jugular to leave a soft bite on your most sensitive spot.

“ mm!— kou… ” is what comes out of your mouth next, egging him on before bokuto loses all sense of control he has.

his kisses have grown hungrier, keeping your lips latched onto his as he lifts you from your thighs. he keeps devouring you, effortlessly keeping you upright as he carries you to a separate area of the locker rooms.

there’s a clash and a bang, shower room door swinging open but you both don’t seem to mind it. your legs are wrapped around bokuto’s small waist, his hands on your ass the only thing keeping you steady. your back hits yet another wall, the tile cold against your skin.

“ i want— oh fuck ! ” you yell out in a sudden gasp, taken by surprise by the lukewarm water that shoots out of the showerhead in steamy streams.

you’re both soaked from head to toe in tapwater, and bokuto’s hair starts to fall down, strands tickling his nose. his clothes grow heavy on himself, sinking in to his skin and putting his abs on display through his jersey.

“ what baby ? cmon’, tell me want you want— please ? ” bokuto beckons, mumbling through the lips that trail hot kisses from your neck to your collarbones.

you take a deep, shaky breath to recollect your surroundings, thinking of every possible outcome of the situation at hand. you’re in the locker room showers, for godsake. but you know there’s no turning back now, love and needy lust swirling in you and your husbands irises like a whirlpool of desire.

“ —you. i want you. ”

bokuto’s fervant hands reach to lift the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head in a hurry to strip you until you’re bare and for the taking.

you’re both exposed to eachother, hair wet and as soaked as you are as his fingers lay a playful squeeze at the skin of your naked hip. he doesn’t try to hide the neediness that takes over him anymore, pulling and groping any part of you he can get his hands on, your warm flesh being fondled lewdly.

“ i’ll give you whatever you want. you’ll be proud of me then, too, yeah ? ”

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dev1lm4n · 1 year

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winter coat

read pt. 2 offering here!

pairing: jackson-era!joel miller x f!reader

summary: in which you gave a blowjob to trade for a winter coat back in the dark days, little do you know, that same guy is now your neighbor.

warnings: explicit (18+), details of blowjob, prostitution, unspecified age gap.

word count: 1.3k

notes: this is my first time writing a proper fic so im so sorry if i fucked things up ^^

The last time you saw that man was from a rather precarious point of view. A sight in which only a selected few could indulge in, perhaps several of his actual lovers from the old world and a line of nameless whores from the new world. You in particular fall in the nameless whores category, which sounds faintly depressing if you were to go into detail, but it's not the worst thing per say. You'd say that it's a fair trade for a winter coat.

An incredibly warm winter coat that's fucking lined with actual padding and not the shitty fraying kind either. To add on to that, it comes in a pretty periwinkle shade. Frigid temperatures, brisk winds, and snow wouldn't be as agonizing with the new addition. It's not a terrible view either, especially if you were to focus more on the little things happening all around you in contrast to the elephant in the room.

Your blown out pupils somehow managed to make out the figure that's standing in front of you, hazily focusing on one thing before searching for another to be interested in. First point of interest being the beads of sweat that's dribbling down his jugular vein, following each and every curves of his clavicle until it dipped all the way down his sun-kissed skin and onto the thick of his flannel. He's always wearing flannels. You're not sure if that's some sort of fashion choice he made or if it's just a consequence to the fucked up new world order.

Either way, your interest made it's way upwards towards the scruff patch right around his jaw. Right underneath the thin line of grimace he wore. How he bit his curved lip, sandwiching it between his canines before letting out what seems to be a deep groan. Was it of blissful pleasure or of annoyance that you weren't enveloping his cock further than he desired? You couldn't decide just yet when your glossy eyes flickered towards his eyes.

His gaze was penetrating the air all around you, if that was even possible to begin with. It's dull and tired as if he hadn't slept for days on end. Crow's feets provided what you felt was a sweet decoration on each corners of his half-lidded eyes. He's furrowing, the small wrinkles between his eyebrows and the broader ones on his forehead scrunched up just the right amount. You'd chalk up that he's a lot older than you. Probably has seen how jolly life was like before humanity went under. You were having the time of your life scrutinizing his every delectable features when you could feel yourself being pushed even further against the thick of his cock.

Enough that your nose is grazing right where his shaft ends. Enough to have you breathless and moaning against his warm tip. He's getting rougher and way more sloppy you think. The sloshing noises grew lewd and deafening. A drop of pre-cum trickled down the ends of your gaping lips, smeared onto the polyester of your lengthy shirt. Arousal steamed your vision and clouded your hearing. He was heavy against the base of your tongue, but you're not in any position to complain. Not when you're willingly kneeling for him, letting him fuck your throat with wild abandon, just for you to trade with a nice pair of winter coat.

That man is now standing in front of you once again and you're about to loose it. This time, he's only showing glimpses of his ruggedness from behind a comically large front door. His glare traveled with unnerving thoroughness. Up and down, left to right, as if deciding whether or not you're a threat to the integrity of his house. Everything in your pretty little mind is telling you to bolt out of his front doorstep. Erase the trail that you've left in the chilly white snow. Trade back the flours, eggs, and chocolate you picked up on the market. Forget you've ever thought of showing some odd version of hospitality by baking soft cookies for the new neighbors. But you stood there, frozen.

A puff of air escaped your lips as you opened it ever so slightly to come up with an excuse, to churn up every last bit of your courage to greet him. To greet Joel Miller who you used to whore yourself up to earn a few more ration cards, a few more jackets and socks, or maybe some moonshine to drown your pathetic life with.

He took a step forward, out of the shadow and into an array of orange emitted from the afternoon sun. You thought that perhaps he's decided that you're either pretty enough to entertain or dumb enough not to be a hassle. You couldn't be certain, but he sure has the same ol' grimace accentuating the bows of his lips. God. He even still had those pretty curly locks that came hand in hand with his eyes, even when it's greying on multiple ends. You could even swear that he still had on the same flannel that he used when you blow him for a winter coat. He's still.. handsome no matter how many years passed by. Your homemade cookies shook in its basket as you staggered backwards, maintaining a healthy distance that your pounding heart could tolerate.

Maybe if you rationalize this, things will start being okay. Maybe this situation isn't as bad as you think it is. Maybe.. maybe he forgot who you were. He's dealt with whores of your kind every day of the week, right? You're almost one hundred percent sure that you're not the first and definitely not the last gal to use their bodies as a currency in this fucked up apocalyptic world. So, logically speaking, he shouldn't have remembered any of their faces. He shouldn't have remembered your face.

Unfortunately for you, Joel Miller doesn't work by the logics and he's here calling you out by your real name. It rolled off his tongue like thick honey. Smoothly, but with just enough caution. He used the version that you've only told a handful of people, even when you're in the safe embrace of Jackson. The version that you don't remember telling him, but apparently you did in the midst of doing unspeakable things with him. You were aghasted. Realization hit you like a truck, but what absolutely demolished your sanity was the fact that he remembered even after all these years. He remembered the name of the whore he's fucked.

"Hi," you squeaked out. "Hello," he parroted out an equally dry greeting, almost as if he's mocking how much tension grew between the two. You swallowed the liquid bile that's piling up in your trachea, only then are you able to bring your hand forward to offer a stupid basket of cookies. Stupid because you've done little to none research on who your new neighbors was and thought that chocolate chip cookies were a good gift to a smuggler. Joel Miller was all things at once, but never a cookie guy. "I see you're still wearin' that coat." Joel reached over for the basket you've presented, craddling the stiff handle with his large calloused fingers. You knew exactly what he's talking about.

You're still wearing that damned periwinkle winter coat you traded for. The same one you've sucked his cock for like years ago. You turned pink at the thought, embarassed and mortified. It's not like you didn't get a chance to earn new winter equipments here in Jackson. It's just that nothing ever came close to how soft the padding on this damned coat is. "Yeah." You nodded. "Still warm." That's all you had to offer to him, before you trudged back hastily into your doorstep. Clumsily shutting the door close, while he continued to watch from a distance.

Curious.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel miller tlou #joel miller #tlou #the last of us #the last of us imagine #the last of us fic

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greytongue · 9 months

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warm welcome.

cw/themes: this is short this is rushed and im sorry. no smut but kinda suggestive. he gets back from a mission after being gone a few weeks. you’re already asleep when he comes home and accidentally wakes you up

you stirred awake with a jerk as you felt the plush mattress dip behind you, feeling a familiar presence slide under the comforters behind you. your head turned, catching a flash of blond hair is all you needed for your body to fully relax again before he came into full sight.

“hey,” leon got fully situated, pulling the covers up as a small smile crossed his boyish features. you exhaled a sigh of relief. god, you missed that smile. he’s been gone for weeks now. “i didn’t mean to wake you-“

you interrupted him as you immediately tackled him into the bed. his back hit the softness of the sheets and your hands were quick to cup his smooth cheeks, pulling him into a kiss. leon let out a sound of surprise into the kiss, his eyes wide. it didn’t last long, his hands finding their way to rub at your waist and his lips moving in sync with yours. you relaxed your body fully onto his warm one with a sigh. warm, so warm. it’s been so cold with him gone.

the hands at your waist encouraging you to do so, your thighs settling out beside his hips and the satisfying stretch at your pelvis made you groan in relief.

though you were sleepy, you made the kiss rushed, you were just so ecstatic to have him back. you couldn’t get enough of his lips on yours, relishing the feeling of your tongues brushing together. you quickly left his plump lips, now bruised because of you and kissed down over his jaw onto his neck.

he shivered while you slide your body down slightly to get a better angle at his neck, leon biting at his lip as your clothed crotches kneaded together.

leon had the mind to put effort into quieting himself, but you didn’t. you groaned shamelessly against his neck along with the kisses there, relishing the way his neck strained to try and keep it together. you were still hazy from just waking up and the eagerness to have him here overrode everything else. your body mindlessly kept up with the motion of rocking your hips down lazily onto his and it had him screwing his eyes shut.

“baby-“ he gasped out, his hands slowing you down to a stop, “too fast.”

“mm, sorry, honey…” you whined, pulling back from a particularly long lick at his jugular, wiping the remaining spit off your lips with the back of your hand, to which he sucked in a sharp breath at. he let the breath go, chuckling as your head swayed, his hand coming up to brush away the hair in your face and you immediately leaned into it.

you gazed into his sharp, steely eyes, panting and soaking in the relief to finally look at your lover again after being apart for so long. you rested on your forearms by his head, hands cupping his plush cheeks.

“i missed you.” your stare glazed down along his nose, his cupids bow, his jaw. simply drinking in his features, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones.

“i missed you.” he repeated, large hands soothingly running up and down along your spine. you smile softly as you laid your head down on his chest, placing your weight fully on him. leon loved it, especially after missions. the pressure of you on top made him feel grounded, comforted in a weird way. he felt his eyes struggle to stay open, sore muscles beginning to relax as sleep was on its way.

you let out a long sigh, “sorry for bombarding you like that, didn’t mean to overwhelm you. just finally seeing you again…” you struggled to find the words.

“i know, babe. later, just exhausted right now.” he pulled the covers haphazardly over the both of you. honestly, neither of you really needed it, leon was a whole ass space heater in himself.

“tell me about how your mission went. well, what you’re legally allowed to.”

you smiled as a bubble of laughter emitted from him, feeling the way his chest shook under your head. you felt yourself drifting, finally warm and happy to have leon back,

“sure thing, pumpkin.”

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kookssin · 1 year

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mile high | jeon jungkook

PLAY DO I WANNA KNOW? BY THE ARCTIC MONKEYS

genre: sugardaddy!jk au, flithy smut, sex on an airplane, they're doing it in a public place kinda? reader may be in love

wordcount: 1.8k

"i'm so excited" you spoke as you arrived at the airport, earning a chuckle from the man next to you "you're excited for a 12 hour flight?"

"i don't mind it!" you shrugged with a smile "i haven't been on a plane in a long time! aaaaand" you added "im excited for our vacation" , looking up at him before your eyes fixated on the huge place around you as you entered the airport.

he intertwined your fingers as you walked through the crowd, making sure you didn't loose each other. with a soft smile, you folllowed closely next to him, wrapping your other hand around his arm too to feel some more safety. as soon as you walked through the gate onto the plane, you let out a relieved sigh, happy to be in the plane and out of the big crowd of people. "do you want to sit at the window, baby?" you nodded desperately, appreciating the fact that he offered you the 'better' seat. - a few hours had already passed and you were fast asleep against jungkooks shoulder, his hand placed on your thigh as he caressed it up and down, staring out of the window in boredom when an idead came into his mind.

with a smirk, he gently shook you awake, not able to wait anymore. "what?" you sighed, rubbing your eyes as you looked at him, your eyebrows furrowing as you saw his lustful gaze on you. "i'm bored baby" he whined, squeezing your thigh "and what do you want me to do about it?" you asked with a raised eyebrow, clearly pissed that he woke you up from your sleep.

he squeezed your thigh once again, smirking as he trailed his hand further up to your core "you know what i want, princess. don't act so oblivious" you bit your lip as you watched his hand cup your clothed pussy, rubbing against it right where your clit was. "jungkook" you breathed out, your hand wrapping around his thick wrist, trying to stop him "not here"

"well then go on baby" his breath fanning against your ear as he spoke "go into the bathroom and wait for me" you widened your eyes at him, surprised by his boldness. "okay" you let out a shaky breath as his hand left your slowly wetting pussy "good girl" he smiled, spanking your butt as you walked past him to bathroom.

with nervous hands, you opened the door to the big bathroom, your jaw dropping as you looked around in the big room. you've never been in a first class bathroom before, this was your first flight with jungkook ever. while still looking at everything in the bathroom, you heard him entering the bathroom moments after you.

"there's my pretty girl" he grinned, not wasting a moment before he backed you up against the counter, his hands wrapped around your waist as he smashed his lips agaisnt yours. he hummed into your mouth as you gripped his nape, playing with his soft locks as your tongues moved against each other.

a soft moan escaped your mouth as he grinded his already hardening dick against your heated core. his cold hands trailed underneath your shirt, pulling it over your head before he started to kiss down your jaw, sucking on your jugular as his fingers pulled down your panties and panties, his fingers gliding through your wet folds after seconds. "already so wet for daddy? you're so cute baby" he cooed, skilled fingers circling your bud as you moaned against his lips once more. he chuckled, left hand reaching behind your back to unhook your bra, ripping it off you and throwing it somewhere in the room.

gripping into his shirt at the back of his shoulders, you bit your lip, trying to prevent yourself from moaning too loud and attracting peoples attention. "please" you begged, already a hot mess under his touch. "what do you want baby?" he smirked "hm? tell daddy?" he slowed the movements of his fingers, purposely doing so to tease you. "want your fingers in me daddy" you whined, desperate to be filled. "oh really now?" he chuckled, pecking your temple as your head rested in his neck. you bit his collarbone as he pushed two fingers at once inside of you, curling them perfectly inside you.

closing your eyes in pleasure, your hands drove underneath his shirt, pulling on it to signal him that you wanted it off. "use your words, love. you know daddy doesn't like it if you don't talk to him" whining once again, you pulled out of his neck, hardly biting down your lip as his fingertips brushed your gspot.

"i want your shirt off, daddy. please" you quickly spoke out, shutting your mouth once again as you tried your best not to cry out loud. "since you asked so nice" he smirked as he quickly pulled his fingers out of you, loving the loud whine that escaped your mouth at that. "what, lovie?" he chuckled, humming as he sucked off his in your juices covered fingers before freeing himself from his shirt. "get on your knees for me, will you?" he hummed, gently caressing your head as you did what he said.

ignoring the coldness of the floor you got on your knees, unbuttoning his pants as he held himself on the counter behind you, cornering you while staring down at you with his mouth agape. pulling down his pants and boxers, you were met with his hard dick, precum already glistening on the tip. looking up at him through your eyelashes, you let him slap your cheeks with his dick, smearing his precum on your lips "open" he commanded, pushing in way past your gag reflex in one move.

you choked around him, gripping into his thighs as you tried to relax your throat around him. "thaaaaats right, choke on daddy's cock" he moaned, tightly gripping you at the roots of your hair as he kept your head pressed flush against him, his whole length balls deep down your throat. he wiped your tears away and patted your cheek to make you look up at him. "god" he hissed "you look so fucking pretty with your mouth stuffed" and with that, he started to thrust in and out of your throat in a fast, but still not too harsh, way.

"get up baby" he breathed out, pulling out of your mouth in a swift move as he felt his orgasm risen. you coughed hardly as he pulled away, a big string of spit and his precum connecting you and his sex. "oh fuck" he moaned out at the sight, his right hand coming down to wipe away the spit and your tears beofore helping you stand up.

"bent over the counter for me" he hummed into your ear, turning your around so you were looking into his eyes through the mirror as his tattooed hand wrapped itself around your jugular from behind, squeezing just so tight that it made you wince "pretty girl" he kissed your cheek, sending one last cheeky grin your way before taking matters in his own hands and bending you over the counter, your ass pressing right against his still hard dick.

your shrieked as the cold of the countertop made contact with your bare body, a louder gasp leaving your mouth as he spanked your ass a few times, hard enough for it to leave red marks. "jungkook, please-" he interrupted your with an even harder spank, making you whimper loudly at not only the burn but also the loud sound it made "shut your pretty little mouth, we don't want anyone to interrupt us, do we?" you shook your head, blushing at the thought of someone hearing the sound you were making and catching you "good"

he aligned himself with your entrance, teasing you by only pushing in the tip. you bit your lip, trying your best not to whine out for more, but instead you wiggled your ass into him. "little slut" he muttered under his chuckle, finally pushing into you completely so you were almost able to feel his balls against your skin.

"shut up" he quickly leaned over and slapped his hand over your mouth as you were about to moan out loud in pleasure. he kept his hand tightly pressed against your mouth to quite down your muffled moans, he himself biting down his lip hard as he pushed in and out of you in a rapid tempo "be a good fucking girl and take it" he growled, a grunt leaving his mouth as you clenched around him, close to cumming once again.

before you could cum, he pulled out of you, his strong arms turning you around in one second so you weren't even able to react in any way beofre he pushed into you from infront of you, arms tightly wrapped around your waist. you bit your lip as he added his finger to your clit, circling it between his fingers as he smashed his lips onto yours muffling both your and his moans. "i'm close" you breathed agaisnt his lips, not even able to kiss him properly as you were so lost in pleasure. "me too baby, me too" he grunted, holding you securely in your arms as you started to tremble, your orgasm finally hitting.

"theeeere you go, that's my pretty little girl" he cooed, holding your head flush against his chest to try and silent down your moans, but as soon as his own orgasm hit, he lost it and let you both moan out loud, not caring if the whole plane heard it.

you were still trembling in his arms and breathing heavily as he pulled his softened dick out of you, his hands finding your core once again as he collected every drop of his cum and pushed it back into you, holding you tightly with his one arm as you whimpered from overstimulation. "shhh" he cooed "you'll be a good girl and keep my cum in there for the rest of the flight, alright? and then when we'll arrive at the hotel i'm gonna fuck it out of you just to fill you once again" you shivered at his words, nodding your head agaisnt his chest as he cradled you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

slowly, both of you calmed down completely . you helped each other putting your clothes back on, beofre you fell against his chest once again, sighing out as you did so. "you alright?" he gently caressed your head, his chin resting on your head as his arms wrapped around your body, keeping you close to him. "yes i am, thank you a lot for taking me on this vacation" "anywhere you want to go, we'll go" he smiled, cupping your cheek before pressing a chasteful kiss onto your lips, making your heart beat faster.

sometimes you really wanted it to be more than just a sugar daddy - sugar baby relationship.

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dovahbeeotch · 4 months

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NORMANDY SR2 INFO BOARD HOLIDAY EDITION

[NEW MESSAGES AS OF 12:09]

12:09- XO. LAWSON: Good afternoon. As all of you know, it’s the winter holiday season on earth. I would like to invite @all to the starboard deck for a cultural exchange at 14:00 for anyone interested in learning about human winter traditions.

REMINDERS:

- Candy canes are NOT weapons. ALSO they are a privilege, not a right.

- Mistletoe (the greenery hanging from the roof) is NOT edible.

- Mess Sergeant Gardner is dressing up as Santa Clause; if you see a man with a white beard and red clothing DO NOT OPEN FIRE.

- Menorahs are NOT edible.

- Hot chocolate is HOT. Human skin is sensitive. For the love of god, just be responsible.

Happy Holidays. See you there.

12:10- FLT. MOREAU: seriously

12:10- LT. TAYLOR: how stupid do you think we are?

12:10- CHF. ZORAH: yayyy happy holidays! merry christmas, happy hanukkah, joyous kwanzaa, feliz navidad, gung hay fat choy!!! am i saying those right??

12:10- GO. VAKARIAN: someone did research last night

12:10- LC. SHEPARD: goddamn it, did grunt eat another menorah?

12:11- SPEC. JACK: im pretty sure mistletoe is edible. i mean it’s a plant, right?

12:11– SPEC. MASSANI: good goddamn point

12:11- SPEC. GRUNT: will there be food other than the roof salad

12:11- LC. SHEPARD: i would like to point out— candy canes absolutely are weapons. i dropped a guy with one once.

12:11- XO. LAWSON: Not helping, Shepard.

12:11- SPEC. GRUNT: noodles please

12:11- SPEC. KRIOS: Impressive, Commander.

12:11– SPEC. GRUNT: please teach me battlemaster

12:12– LC. SHEPARD: gladly. just suck on the tip until it’s pointy then ram it in the jugular. should work for humans, turians, drell, quarians, batarians, hanar (probably?) and vorcha. it’s messy as hell but satisfying.

12:12- XO. LAWSON: That’s it. You’ve all lost your candy cane privileges.

12:12– DR. SOLUS: Wise decision. Shepard and Grunt safety hazards.

12:12- CHF. ZORAH: seriously??? You can’t punish all of us for shepard’s bloodlust

12:12- SPEC. GOTO: so let me get this straight, miri. you trust us with your life in a firefight, but not with candy canes during a Christmas party?

12:13- XO. LAWSON: a HOLIDAY party. and yes, that is correct.

12:13- LC. SHEPARD: i mean… it sorta seems fair. i trust vakarian on my six with an SR… but with a taser? absolutely not.

12:13- GO. VAKARIAN: i think LCs been shot in the head one too many times

12:13- LC. SHEPARD: not the point, numb nuts

12:13- SPEC. SAMARA: If Commander Shepard can safely operate a live firearm, she should be able to responsibly handle a sharp sucrose stick.

12:13- SPEC. GOTO: you’d think

12:13- LC. SHEPARD: i don’t know if i can. i just get this overwhelming urge to stab.

12:13- DR. CHAKWAS: Pushing your psych eval forward, LC.

12:13- GO. VAKARIAN: called it!

12:14- SPEC. MASSANI: so this party… do we get turkey dinner if we show?

12:14- SPEC. JACK: what the fuck is a turkey

12:14- XO. LAWSON: Dinner will be at 18:00, given Gardner has finished up. No turkey, just rations.

12:14- GO. VAKARIAN: Why the hell does Gardner look like that? [image.attachment_sergeant_santa_clause]

12:14- LC. SHEPARD: huh. looks like he was born for the role.

12:14- CHF. ZORAH: this seems… offensive. why did he stuff his pants and belly?

12:15- FLT. MOREAU: compensation, zorah

12:15- CHF. ZORAH: ohhhh

12:15– FLT. MOREAU: it’s not a real holiday party without booze @XO

12:15- XO. LAWSON: the LAST thing this crew needs is alcohol

12:15- LC. SHEPARD: [image.attachment_secret_candy_canes] jokes on you @XO i bought myself some on the citadel. knew you’d pull this crap.

12:15- XO. LAWSON: fine

12:15- LC. SHEPARD: this too [image.attachment_4.5L_bottle_vodka]

12:15- XO. LAWSON: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

#sr2 info board #mass effect #HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!!#me2 #shepard

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henneseyhoe · 1 year

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THROW AWAY

UNIQUE X BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT! Llight daddy kink, spanking, toxic relationship, cheating, unprotected sex (wrap it df up), breeding kink, angst.

SUMMARY: Reader and Unique find themselves fighting about both of their infidelities after a party.

(Hopefully this will encourage some of y’all to write about him cause Wattpad ain’t enough lmao.)

(Ps, forgive me if this is bad, I’m most likely gonna rewrite it in more depth)

"...you get on my fuckin' nerves. You know that?" Y/N squinted at her boyfriend. She was seething with anger and her fists were clenched so hard that her acrylics could have popped off one by one. She really wanted to deck him right in his shit, but didn't need any other reason for him to fuck her over even more. They were just coming back from a party hosted by Y/N's bestfriend, Trina, and she was more upset than ever.

Same ole' shit. They were arguing over, as Y/N would say 'A bunch of bird brain bitches flocking to him so he could feed off that shit' like the narcissist she thought he was.

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Unique kissed his teeth and slowly closed his eyes, laying his head back on the seats head rest. He didn't care to hear me out at all. Honestly, he was both high and drunk as hell and couldn't care less about anything other than getting home.

"We just got back in the car and you already doin' too much" he mumbled, leaning against his doors arm and rubbing his temple with one hand. "You rather entertain some random bitch than do right by me. You have all these bitches in yo' face all day and night, but don't wanna pay attention to the one who held you down and gave you a daughter? Okay Nique. Have them bitches" I teared up, pointing my finger at him with every sentence that wasn't a question.

He side eyed me and tried to bite his tongue before he said something that would hurt me more than the situation, which he eventually failed at. "You here wit' me, ain't you? If I wanted them bitches I would have had 'em here instead of you" he shot back, my tears starting to drop. "You think that shit make me feel better?! It don't mean nun if you still flirting with every bitch that crosses your path!"

He made a 'be serious' face at me before speaking "You be over analyzing everything. I could pass somebody a napkin and here you go cryin' in the back of the club. Damn, crybaby" he mumbled the last part with a small, drunken laugh. I shoved him, the man brushing my hand right off of him. "Cut that shit out" he warned, leaning back in his seat to get as far away from me as he could before I did something I regretted.

"You think that shit funny and it ain't. You laugh until I leave yo' ass for good" he rolled his eyes, my words going in one ear and out the other. "Yeah, aight. You ain't stupid" he chuckled and I squinted. "Yeah, I ain't. That's why I should. Fuck with a nigga who gon' treat me right and give me the loyalty and respect I deserve"

Apparently those were the words that got under his skin the most, cause his next comment would go for my jugular, but it didn't have the effect he thought it would.

"It wasn't a problem when you was fuckin' on that other nigga though. Jamel, or whatever the fuck his name was"

A smirk grew on my face. I knew that it was one of the things that could hurt him tho most, so I made sure that shit burned real good when I said it. "Yup. It was good too! Now you know he was giving me sumn you couldn't or won't give me" Unique let out a loud laugh before looking at me with his head tilted, almost as if he was challenging me with how far I could go with my words.

My bottom lip quivered as another tear rolled down my blushed cheek, taking a deep breath before speaking. "At least I know he loves me. He the only one who give a fuck bout me. The only one that check on me when IM down, not when he need shit"

A smile grew on Unique's face. It wasn't just a regular smile. It was that smile that happens right before you say some shit to fuck with somebodies head. "You fuck that nigga and think he love you cause he say it? You think he give a fuck cause he give you a fake ass empathetic ear to speak into? Cause he stalk you and hit you up at the exact times when we not together? Or is it cause he tell you that you don't need me..and you need to 'upgrade' to somebody who respect you? You let that nigga fuck a few times and he told you he loves you right before he pulls out and busts a nut on your stomach, so now you believe that shit."

If he didn't realize I was crying before, he sure did realize now. I couldn't stop my sobs, my hand covering my mouth to keep the sounds from traveling to anyone who had walked by the vehicle. Even with all of that, he kept going. In hindsight, he was hurting in the same exact way.

"After all of that, sitting through five minutes worth of fucking, you go to use his bathroom and end up crying to yourself cause you let a loser ass nigga fuck and it still ain't make you forget about me, even with all that noise he filled your head with. He don't mean that shit, and you know it. My question is, what's worse? Fucking a few bitches I don't care about AFTER you did that shit first or fucking a nigga you had even the SLIGHTEST connection with?"

He was right, but him saying it felt like my heart was ripped out and stomped on twice. "...and how long has it been since you told me you love me, huh? Cause it stopped way before I did what I did" I spoke, wiping my tears from my face. He looked at me with little to no empathy, waving me off with his hand. "...don't ask me that shit right now. I never knew I had to tell you that shit every day for you to know"

I sighed and buried my head into my hands, trying to collect my thoughts. The car was silent for a minute or so until I spoke. "I like reassurance, Nique. You know how I am...and I'm sorry. We both wrong, but damn...at least I can admit when I did wrong" I said, my voice quivering.

It was silent once again, neither of us knowing what to say next. I felt his eyes on my intensity, his gaze making me feel ashamed for jumping so such conclusions and letting someone talk me into it at that. My head was stronger than that, yet I allowed myself to get manipulated like that, just for a quick fantasy. It wasn't all rainbows with Unique, but I'd rather be with good and bad than just bad disguised as good. I felt sick.

Unique took it upon himself to speak, taking a deep breath first. "I know I do wrong, and I apologized for that shit before. Actually, no, I apologize for everything I have ever done to hurt you and what I might do to hurt you in the future. All of it...but all this shit concerning you hurting me? I'll let all this shit go right now. I just wanna know why you be using that nigga, huh? Why you did that shit to me?" He asked, scooting closer to me and moving my hands from my face so that I would look at him and be forced to tell the truth.

I looked at him in his eyes and shrugged. "...I thought you cheated first. All them girls you and them other niggas be having around, I couldn't get it out my head that you was doing something, and when I was vulnerable, Jamel just kept those thoughts going. He told me if you wasn't doing something, which you 'for sure' was, then it was bound to happen and I believed that shit. I mean look at how late you be out. Plus when you do get home, you don't give me kisses as soon as you get there. You immediately go to the shower like you trynna scrub off a bitch scent"

I vented and he chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, that sound suspicious, but I'm all for you. I'm absolutely in love with you Y/N and I don't want nobody but you. Fuck them bitches. And the shower thing? Ion think you wanna know them stories, you might throw up on me from the image. You remember that time I broke my hand? Yeah" I chuckled at his reasoning and he smiled, taking my hand in his.

"I'd be a fool if I fuck up what I got for some street hoes. You too good to me, Ma" he lifted my head and kissed my cheek before kissing my lips sweetly, making me melt.

And just like that, we were back to where we started without all the tension, the setting a few minutes later would only deepen that feeling and connection I had with him.

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"Oh my goddd" I moaned, my head smooshed against the cream colored, leather seats.

My makeup was smudged and rubbing off on the material, making it shine with bronzer and foundation. By now my dress was rolled up around my waist and my bra was long gone. Unique held onto my lace panties that were pulled to the side and kept his strokes coming, the pace being almost unbearable. I felt him deep, so deep that my eyes watered with each overpowering jab.

"Fuck, baby" I heard him grunt from behind me, his hands moving up and holding onto my wide hips to keep me in place, which wasn't so successful with my back hunching out of it's arch constantly. With him hitting my spot head on, I began attempting to pull myself up using the doors handle. Thankfully it was locked or else it would have slid open and somebody would see me getting my back blown out.

"Where you goin? Nah, you can take this dick. You talk allat shit, you gon take this dick"

He hummed, forcing me back onto him by dragging me back down, my tired arms just laying where they dropped to when he pulled me. "Bounce on this dick" he instructed, my head tiredly shaking. I could barely take it and he wanted me to bounce on it? The man was crazy.

I could feel wind from his hand swipe past my thigh but it was too late for me to react, his large hand already making contact with the skin on my ass, slapping it harshly. I took that only as a warning, knowing what he was capable of and started to bounce myself back onto him.

My thighs burned, my clit was throbbing and still overstimulated from the other position, and he still wasn't done. Every time I'd slow down my bouncing, thinking he'd take control again, he'd lay another slap on my ass, telling me I wasn't done.

"Don't slow down. Bring that ass to me, ma. Mhmmm" now reaching both his arms around my waist and partially pulling me up, he started to thrust rapidly, sending me into a sudden shock. My breath caught in my throat, unable to be released as he did what he wanted, no matter how tired and bruised I was.

I tried to tell him I couldn't go on anymore, but my body wouldn't let me. I was completely drunk on him and he only took that to his advantage.

"You gon lemme get you pregnant again? Hm?" He asked, his head tilting. I laid my head back against his shoulder and weakly nodded, my bottom lip quivering. I quickly approached another orgasm, my hands reaching forward for the doors handle again as I felt it come harder than expected.

I had already came so much you'd think the orgasms got weaker as they went on, but they didn't. Before I knew it, I was squirting all over the seats, making me let out an uncontrollable scream. The sound came directly from my throat, the vibration irritating it so much that it'd leave my tone hushed for the rest of the night.

He pulled out and watched my juices drip from the tip of his dick, his own precum spurting out a little. His dick jumped at the sight. "Get up and come ride this dick"

He said maneuvering himself into the seat across from us and pulling me with him.

I weakly followed, falling right into his lap. I complained and whined with my legs still shaking as he didn't help, but more so push me into position on him. I put my legs on either side of him and he slipped himself back inside.

Wet sounds filled the car once again with me beginning my bouncing, using his shoulders to help me.

He looked up at me with low eyes, his bottom lip in between his teeth and his golden grillz giving me a flaunting flash. His hands made its way to my ass, squeezing the soft flesh while helping me maintain a proper rhythm to get him off.

"This pussy too good, baby. Ain't no way you thought you was leaving me that easy"

He spoke and ran his tongue across his bottom lip before leaning in and kissing my neck, a moan escaping my mouth. He was such an asshole, but he made certain shit sound so good, which explains why I'm even in this situation now. "You love me?" He asked, my head nodding right after. A sly smirk grew on his face at that reaction.

Lifting his hips, he started to thrust into me on his own, his hands moving down to grip onto the seats as he bucked his hips into me wildly. I threw my head back and cried out. "FUCK!— Fuuuck, Nique!" I called his name, my hands flying to hold onto the back of the seat.

My pussy clenched around him tightly, gripping him for dear life and he hissed, his dick beginning to twitch inside me. "Ouu, shit!" He cursed and wrapped both of his arms back around me, pressing me down onto him while he pumped into me. The feeling had me rolling my eyes back, begging for a break.

"I love you so much, baby. Daddy so sorry" he cooed softly in my ear. I moaned and nodded again, my mouth wide open. "You forgive me? Yeah?"

"Yeah!..I'm sorry, baby!" I managed to reply with a whine following immediately after.

"Let me nut deep inside this pussy then. It's mine right?"

"Yes! It's all yours!"

"Let daddy paint this pretty pussy then" he spoke. His tone was sly and controlled, but his breaths weren't, both his inhales and exhales being shaky with his orgasm nearing. I shouted another 'yes', and that was all he needed.

A minute later I found myself falling backwards, his arms catching me just in time as he released his nut into me, filling me up with a loud moan.

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#black fanfic writer #masterlist #smut masterlist #black!fem!reader #black actors #18+ only #smut #actor smut #unique x reader #unique smut #black!oc #black fanfiction #black!reader #black reader #hopefully y’all start writing smut about him lol #smut blog #smutty #raising kanan smut #henneseyhoe

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mercurywritesstuff · 4 months

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Truth, dare, or strip|| BBF! Seo Changbin x GN! Reader

Summary: You were in a months long relationship with your brother's best friend. What happens when your brother finds out?

Cw: written on mobile, fluff, slight angst(hidden relationship), suggestive, Swearing, allusions to sex, Lee know being an asshole, Seungmin being a menace, Consensual stripping, drinking(not reader), established relationship, reader is Bang Chan's twin, Bang chan referred to as Chris

No use on Y/N. You/Your pronouns used. 954 word count

You were fucked.

Your twin brother, Christopher, had this friend group, right? Despite being close with him, you barely knew their names. That's fine, you weren't that clingy.

Then why was his best friend so fucking hot? And kissing you like this was his last night having lips?

"We shouldn't be doing this," You whispered as he pressed his lips to yours in a familiar hunger. It felt wrong, but it felt so good.

Changbin's hands held your hips as you groaned into his mouth. It was a frat party, one that your brother was hosting. And his best friend is sucking the life out of you through your lips.

Did I mention he was your brother's best friend? The same one that was going to jump your bones, like he has for the past six months.

"He should know," Changbin pulled back, panting heavily.

"Do you want to die?" You questioned, tilting your head. He let out his signature giggle, before latching his mouth on that sweet spot between your jugular and your collarbone.

You groaned at the feeling, before pushing him away. You started to fix your outfit and hair that he so rudely messed up, patting away the hands that wanted to hold you again.

He was pouting. Oh God, how you hate when he does this. "He's going to be even more mad if we keep this from him. I don't think I can stand watching my friends flirt with you anymore, and we both know I can't be keeping this big of a secret that im fucking his hotter twin."

It was no secret that you were hot, Chris was your twin after all. You glared at him, face becoming hotter at the compliment "Seo Changbin, if you tell him before consulting me, I will withhold sex for at least a week."

He chuckled breathily, grabbing you by your hips and hovering over your ear. "You know full well that you won't be able to stay away from me. You're the one that pulled me into this closet, remember?" He whispered huskily, biting the shell of your ear softly.

You gasped, face turning flushed at his boldness before slapping his chest playfully. "Shut up." You mumbled, before slipping yourself from him and exited, leaving a highly amused Changbin behind.

There was a small crowd left this late, including your brother's friends. You joined the group, getting a drunken hello from both Felix and Jisung. Or was his name Jake? You couldn't remember.

"You okay?" Chris asked, looking at your flushed face concerned.

You nodded. "Yep. I think I'm just warm." You sighed. That wasn't a lie, you were hot. It just wasn't from the temperature in the room.

You heard a voice call your name, and when you turned, you were met with a smirking Lee Minho. You rolled your eyes.

"What?" You spat, getting a surprised look from your brother.

"Jeez, what has your panties in a twist? We're starting Truth or Dare or strip, and you're playing." He hums, which you shook your head.

Before you could decline, the rest of the group cheers and practically begs you to join. You were very susceptible to peer pressure, so you relented. What could go wrong.

Oh, you shouldn't have spoken to soon.

You were half naked with a bunch of fully clothed men around you. In truth or dare or strip, if you don't fulfill your truth or dare, you have to strip. You were dared to kiss Minho three times by Seungmin, the little rat, and you would rather die before kissing your enemy.

"Truth or dare?" Seungmin asked again with a grin, getting a groan from you once more.

"Truth." You said, trying to avoid losing more of your dignity.

"What were you and Changbin-ah doing in the closet earlier?" Seungmin asked, the grin widening when all heads snapped to you. Chris was getting suspicious, you knew for certain.

You had to answer, or you'd be flashing people tonight. Changbin, who had joined recently and was to your left, stiffened.

"Answer the question or show us some skin!" Hyunjin teased, getting two sets of glares.

"Yeah, what were you doing in there?" Chris asked, scarily calm and looked at you with a scrutinized glare.

"We..." You gulped. "We were making out." Cheers grew around you, hollering and congratulating Changbin and you. Chris was zoning out, making you nervous.

Another round went by, and some more people were getting naked with you.

"Truth or dare?" Chris asked in a small voice. You bit your lip, thinking hard what you should respond with.

"Truth." Why did you say truth?

"How long have you been involved with Changbin?" He asked. You heaved a heavy sigh.

"We've been together for a little over six months now. Dating for five." You didn't need to add the last part, but the way that your twin was staring at you broke your heart. You couldn't read him.

"Can I see you outside?" Chris asked, your hand getting a squeeze from Changbin. You nodded, following your brother outside when Jisung lost his pants to strip.

You stood in silence. Just as you were about to answer, he cut you off. "Are you happy?" You smiled, of course he was worried about your happiness.

"Very. He makes me very happy." You answered truthfully.

"Good," He said, before hugging you tightly. "I didn't want to have to kick his ass."

You laughed, hugging him back. "You and I both know he's too sweet to hurt me."

"That's right." You both parted, before moving inside to your boyfriend, who anticipated you with a smile.

Maybe sleeping and getting in a relationship with your brother's best friend wasn't a bad thing

#skz #bang chan #changbin #han jisung #hyunjin #lee know #skz imagines #writing #jeongin #lee felix #skz x reader #stray kids changbin #skz bang chan #straykids #skz changbin #skz jisung

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rorywritesjunk · 2 months

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As Anon that also has written to Hey-August about Dadbod Buggy:

I am smiling so sweetly, resting my chin on my hands

Dadbod Buggy who is also still strong and flexible as one can be. He’s a pirate and not only that, he’s a CIRCUS performer pirate and it shows. You think your little crush wouldn’t be too hindering, but that was before you saw him casually climb up the rigging like it was nothing, heaving himself up and you saw the surprising amount of firm muscle under those soft arms, flexing and straining before he finally came to a stop and he steadily held onto a rope to watch out towards the sea. That was before you saw him do a fire show shirtless in front of a (literally) captive audience, sweat beading on his chest and twirling around flaming batons around his body with ease. When he took a gulp of a substance you didn’t know the name of yet and leaned back so far you where convinced his head was going to touch the dusty floor for a second, only to rise back up and spit a 8 feet tall flame into the air, you almost thought you were going to faint. The way his body contorted and how that one little bead of sweat that caught your eye just wandered from his jugular to right between his pecks, only to travel down further south over his squishy belly and finally stop in his navel will haunt your nights for ages to come. You watch feats of strengths and flexibility day after day and your mind wanders more and more. You want to see where else that strenght could be applied and want to see in how many indecent shapes you can bend that soft body into. Lucky for you he sees you looking. And lucky for you he LIKES seeing you looking. He’s gonna grant your wish for a private performance soon enough… but for now you are just too fun to watch when you’re raking your eyes all over him like that.

hi yes who are you mysterious anon because i think i'm in love with you because you just drop this wonderful package on my front porch and leave without a trace and im just??? hello???

thank you for this gift <3

#asks #buggy the clown #not a fic

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lace-coffin · 12 days

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For when your requests open soon kinda like the child breaking in how do you think the collector would rect to like teens using the hotell as a smoke spot or something also jow that im thinking about it he would just kill them since the start of thr collection it starts by saying he kills anyone and doesn’t discriminate personally i say dang but also i hsve no idea i might be making up everything im typing as i go along hoping your like oh wow this fella this extremely homosexual fella is so right!!!! #guess whos drunk game!!!!!£!

How would Asa Emory react to teens breaking into the hotel to smoke?

I absolutely love this request lmao, from one homo to another u r absolutely so right. I hope u had a good night pookie < 3

Tw for violence and gore

The acrid ashy smell was a dead giveaway before he’d even stepped into the hotel. Teenagers using his hotel as a smoke spot, hadn’t they seen literally any trashy slasher movie? This was a perfect setup to get murdered by a hulking masked man with an axe or whatever the kids were watching these days.

It’s not like he could completely blame them, him having been a teenager once and not above bumming a smoke off other students when the stress got the best off him.

Groaning and dragging a gloved hand down his face, Asa enters the building, pulling the door with more force than necessary and effectively slamming it into the wall in annoyance. It’s not like it was worth being stealthy, these little fucks will be dead soon enough, not like it’s going to matter in the end.

Two hounds sit either side of the collector at his monitor, Allister on the left and Aster on the right, waiting at attention for orders but mostly soaking up the absent minded pats Asa has been giving them whilst focused on the screen.

A group of teenagers, maybe about college age, sit slumped against the filthy walls of the abandoned hotel room smoking, what, he’s not sure, but that’s not relevant. smashed beer bottles litter the floor, glittering under the barley there fluorescent lights.

Disgusting, spilling all that shit over his floors, don’t they know he has art pieces in here that are priceless? Not like they would understand the work that goes behind his beautiful collection.

A pissed off groan escapes Asa’s gritted teeth, the dog’s ears perking at this, shifting to sit slightly more alert. Asa looks down to his pups, tilting his head in thought. He has a good view of the room from here, he may be able to put on a show for himself in the future before finishing them off. Setting the camera’s to ‘record’ he stands, scraping his chair backwards.

Pulling the mask taught by the strings and tying himself in he double checks his hunting knife is where he left it and sets off. Aster and Allister follow happily down the halls, just happy to be included and by their masters side.

The door is slammed open before any of the teens can react, dogs ordered to dispose of the intruders with a shout and hand signal, realistically no matter how well trained his pets are they wouldn’t be able to take down 4 teenagers by themselves. knowing this Asa pulls his knife from his belt, the teens paying no attention to him, solely focused in attempting to either kick the dogs snouts away and detach the muscle deep bite they have lodged into them off or trying to tear the hounds off their screaming and struggling friends.

Grabbing one of the men by the throat the collector slams the stranger against the wall, knife raised at his jugular with intend to slash.

“Y-you don’t have to do this man, we’ll leave ok? We’ll even clean up, fuck just..just let us go and we won’t say shit I promise”

the fear is evident all over this kids face, the desperation gives Asa a sick kick, feelings of superiority and giddiness bubbling up in his chest. the masked man adds more pressure to the knife, enough to break skin and allow a few dribbles of crimson to run down the knife, watching the panic increase ten fold.

Apart from letting out an undignified squeak the teen stops reacting, bracing for the end. How dull. Realising his toy has stopped performing he rips the blade across the soft flesh under him, making it messy and careless. The gasping body slumps against him, no longer able to hold himself through the agony. Asa’s lip curls in disgust, shoving the bleeding body away from himself to crumple to the ground.

Glancing back over it seems the dogs have fatally wounded at least two of the intruders, they aren’t dead yet but regardless they won’t be rushing anywhere in a hurry. The injured strangers flinch in terror as he approaches, before anything can be said Asa’s heavy leather boot is smashing the teens head against the dirty floor as hard as he can, skull making a sickening crunch under the weight of it and sending a wave of euphoria over the killer. He notes his boots will need cleaning later, viscera caught on the laces.

Something about the display must have awakened something primal in the least injured victim, taking off down the hall clumsily, usually he would send a dog to give chase or do it himself but he knows this hotel inside out, there’s a range of traps lining the walls of just that hall, let alone the entire building. Regardless if Asa bothers to follow or not he won’t be making it out alive. As if on cue a guttural scream then groan can be heard. He made it atleast two corridors down, better than most.

Attention now back in the room Asa looks over the last victim, curled up and bleeding into the ratty carpet. Shock probably. No point in making a show of this one, his mind has already checked out. He might make good food for the projects in the basement…you can never be too prepared. Sighing Asa slings the man’s half conscious body over his shoulder without care, whistling for the dogs to follow as he makes the trek to the basement.

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #writing #asa emory #asa emory x reader #my writing #the collection #slasher fucker #slasher hcs #slasher horror

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sweaterkittensahoy · 2 months

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Hello!

Just saw your post about prompts… 👀

If you’re interested, I’ve been dying for a very particular Buck/Bucky fic, where, during the interrogation scene, the officer has Gale brought in to try and get answers out of Buck ✨

Im a sucker for the extreme angsty stuff, but other than that, I’ll leave the prompt broad and up to your interpretation!

Thank you! ♥️

(This went more "two Steve McQueens fight a couple nazis" and less "oh god why must I watch you be hurt" but I hope you enjoy! Personally, I think Buck's likely the shithouse crazy one of them when it comes down to it, and Bucky just tags along when it happens.)

[cw: blood mention]

After several minutes of going back and forth, the interrogator questioning and Bucky replying over and over with his name, rank, and serial number, the interrogator pauses, then says, "Well, let us try something else."

Bucky expects the man to stand up and threaten him. Instead, he pushes a button on his desk. There's a buzzing outside the office.

Bucky expects guards and guns, maybe a fight. He keeps his seat even as the door opens, ready to spring up if needed but trying to hold himself in check.

There's two sets of footsteps, and then Bucky looks to his left where they stop.

It's a guard, all right. And next to him, still in his uniform, is Buck. He's bruised and busted, though not as badly as Bucky. He's standing at ease, like he's not shocked to see Bucky.

But Buck looks not shocked to people who don't know him a lot of the time. Bucky, though, he can read that face like his favorite book. And Buck's face is stoic, but there's mayhem in his eyes.

"John Egan," Buck says, and Bucky leans forward, ready to go, "What took you so long?"

"Well, I had to come back from London, you know," Bucky replies. "Told you you should have come with."

"Maybe next time I will," Buck says. He licks the corner of his mouth where there's a spot of blood. He looks at the interrogator. "I suppose I'm here for a reason."

The interrogator smiles thinly. He rests on his desk and waves at the guard, who takes two steps back.

Stupid, Bucky thinks. Absolutely and fantastically stupid.

"Major Egan is not being forthcoming," the interrogator says. "And you have also not been forthcoming, Major Cleven."

"Attaboy," Bucky says in his most obnoxious drawl. It makes the interrogator glare at him. Perfect.

"If you think showing me Egan's alive is going to be make me cooperate with you, you're wrong," Buck says, cool as you please. He scratches his wrist. The guard behind him doesn't even twitch. Bucky catches the way Buck's hand doesn't fully uncurl when he drops it to his side again.

"What he said," Bucky adds.

"You Americans and your confidence," the interrogator says, looking like he wants to spit. "Always so certain you can't be stopped."

Bucky shrugs and slouches further in his chair. He finishes his cigarette, stares at the interrogator, and flicks the butt to the floor. The man's nostrils flare. "Buck, when we're out of here, I'm taking you dancing."

"You can try," Buck says, and Bucky moves at the same moment Buck does, grabbing the interrogator by the throat and snatching the letter opener off of the desk. He stabs him through the jugular, holding him up as he bleeds all over his pristine uniform.

He lays the interrogator on the floor and glances at Bucky. The guard's down, too. His neck slashed clean across. There's a razor blade with fabric wrapped around the dull side next to him.

"How'd you get a razor blade?" Bucky asks as he takes the interrogator's gun and knife and searches through his pockets. He finds money and a gold watch.

"They made me scrub their bathrooms," Buck says. "I think it was meant to emasculate me. I found it in the wastebasket."

"They didn't search you?" Bucky asks. He walks to the door and presses his ear to it. There's no noise outside.

"They're undisciplined," Buck says. "Not lazy or dumb, but undisciplined."

Bucky reads between the lines. It won't be easy or simple to get out of here, but the men here won't be expecting a fight. "It's quiet out there," he says.

Buck walks up next to Bucky and hands him a box of ammunition. He tucks two folders into his jacket, then tucks another two into Bucky's. They all have a large stamp on the front that seems to imply importance. "Where's your sheepskin?"

"Traded it out," Bucky says. "You hated it."

Buck stares at him for a moment, then pulls him in and kisses him. "You ever fly without it again, I'll shoot you down myself."

Bucky kisses back. "I'm telling Marge you paused my heroic rescue to kiss me like a bad movie."

"I'm telling Marge you were dumb enough to get captured," Buck replies. He pulls Bucky into a quick hug that Bucky happily returns. "Ready?" Buck asks, holding up the knife he's stolen. His gun's tucked into his waistband so he can grab the doorknob.

Bucky stands behind him, the knife in his right, the gun in his left. The box of ammunition in his pocket makes him feel lucky. The sharp concentration and determination in Buck's eyes makes him feel sure. "Let's get the hell out of here."

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