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xhdream · 4 months

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make my wish come true (18+)

from ─ ⋆ dinna’s holiday special *ੈ✩

pairings: jiseok x fem!reader

genre: smut wc: 5k

summary: tying up your boyfriend was the first thing on your christmas wish list, but it turned out to be more difficult than you thought

contains: dom!reader but nothing hardcore, brat tamer!reader, explicit language, bondage, blindfold, dirty talk, pet names, marking, oral sex (m), overstimulation (m), edging (m), unprotected sex, creampie, very light degradation

a/n: please, keep in mind english is not my first language, i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

!! this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes

It’s the late morning of December 27th.

You’re laying in bed, pretending to read a book one of your colleagues got you for Christmas and listen to Jiseok’s footsteps around the apartment.

After doing his usual shower routine he decides to do the laundry that’s been piling up. He takes lazy steps dressed only in a pair of gray sweatpants. They hang loosely around his waist, tempting you to look up from the book you’re reading every time he walks pass the open door to your shared bedroom. You get a small quick glimpse of his half naked silhouette, but it’s enough to tease your imagination.

While waiting for him to return you lose more bits of your patience, as your ultimate christmas wish is still yet to be fulfilled. Are you being silly? You even put on a special cute outfit and makeup for the occasion, that as more minutes pass by, begin to feel a little too much.

After half an hour Jiseok appears in the bedroom finding you still laying on the bed against the multiple cushions. As he gets closer his expression becomes suspicious.

“Are you going out?”

“No, why?” You ask nonchalantly, gliding your bare feet on the sheets, aiming for a seductive action that’s not too obvious.

It seems to work, because Jiseok’s eyes begin to scan your body slowly and more carefully. The red color of your lips was about to put him in trance if it wasn’t for your revealing pajama set to catch his attention. It consists of tiny shorts that are clinging to your intimate parts, exposing the sides of your ass cheeks every time you move side to side, and a flimsy cropped top.

His eyes are taking literal bites from you, but he still doesn’t bring up what you want to hear. Did he forget?

“You did your makeup even though we’re staying home today, that’s all.” He shrugs his shoulders before crashing on the bed. “You look so pretty, baby.”

“Yeah, because I have an occasion.” You look for a way to give hints.

Jiseok runs his palm over your leg, as he rests on one side. His dark hair is still slightly wet, and a few strands are falling into his eyes.

“What is it?” He glances at you questionably, pushing fingers between your plush thighs. The tempting color on your lips pulls him in though, and he crawls up on top of you, propping himself up with two hands. “Damn, you’re one beautiful doll.”

The tip of his nose brushes yours as he leans for a kiss that you did not allow.

“You’re not ruining the makeup I just spent an hour on,” you say, gripping his jaw.

“Fine, I’ll just kiss you elsewhere.” He scoffs at your comment, but doesn’t move an inch away from you.

You take a deep breath, as your hands attach to his fit stomach, feeling its warmth from the shower. Satisfaction flutters inside you from the way his abs instantly tense.

The nice scent coming from his skin stimulates your senses, making you humm in pleasure while placing your mouth close to his ear.

“You promised to let me tie you up.”

“Oh, did I?” He exclaims in a fake surprise. “Cause I‘m pretty sure that you asked me to tie you up…”

“Stop messing around!”

“I’m not, you know my memory is brilliant. Why would I forget about something like that?

“You’re such a baby.” You attempt to shove him away, but his arms are locked on both sides of your body. “Just admit you’re scared that you’re gonna like it too much.”

Jiseok laughs straight away at your assumption. He breaks the eye contact by glancing at the wall in front of him, which means you succeeded at pushing his buttons.

“Nah, sweetheart, I just know you’re gonna give up the first five minutes begging me to fuck you.” He smirks, looking down at you again. “You know how good I make you feel, it’d be a waste of time.”

“That’s my Christmas wish, Jiseok! You promised.” You flutter at him with curled eyelashes, and you can see parts of him melting.

“Fine,” he sighs, pecking your cheek and falls on his back. “I’m curious to see what tricks you have under your sleeve.”

You watch him sprawl out on the mattress with his legs spread apart as if he’s making a snow angel. He stares at your shorts clinging to your butt, as you get off the bed, and immediately a part of him wants to take his words back.

“Tsk, get up.”

Jiseok lifts his head up when you come back, looking questionably at the chair you brought with yourself.

“You’re sitting here.” You state, putting the chair down in the middle of the room.

“On the chair? Why?”

“Because we fuck on the bed all the time, I want something new.”

“Wow…” Taken aback from the way you prepared for this, Jiseok stands up at the sight of the ropes in your hands. “You’re gonna turn out to be a lot dirtier than I expected you to be, doll.”

He doesn’t wait for you to tell him. He takes off his sweats and sits down. Even though he wasn’t really fond of the idea to get tied up for a long time now he finds himself getting excited. It’s entertaining to watch your attempts to boss him around.

“What other dirty fantasies are you hiding from me?” He smirks, smacking your ass as you walk behind him.

You guide his arms behind the chair making sure to use some force as a signal to not act so cocky.

“Hey,” he blurts out through a giggle. “Gentle, please. I need those.”

“To answer your question…“ You breathe in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “I have many.”

“Are you serious?” He tries to take a peek at you.

“Don’t move,” you scold him, having a hard time tying his wrists.

“What are they?”

“I can’t come up with just one right now.” You grin when he lets out an irritated sigh. “Is it too tight?”

“No, it’s good.” He tests out the knot by pulling his hands.

When you walk around the chair to face him the view is so captivating. His half-hard on twitches in front of you, as you step closer.

“Come on, just one,” he whines, tilting his head to the side. “Tell me the first one that comes to mind.”

You already have a few fantasies on your mind, but seeing how his pleading eyes are getting darker while skimming down your body, you decide to take your time with answering.

You rest your hands on the back of the chair. Your top instantly opens on your neckline from the movement, revealing your bare breasts straight into Jiseok’s face. It’s so obvious he’s trying his best not to look inside. It’s what you want after all and he wants to tease you by not giving it to you right away.

Jiseok breathes in deeply, focusing his gaze on your face that’s just as appetising to him as your body.

“Do I turn you on, princess?” He breaks the silence, but you dismiss his flirtatious smile.

“I want to make a sex tape with you.” You lift one leg, separating his thighs. “So I can watch how you fuck me when you’re away.”

Jiseok’s lips release a surprised sound after he feels your knee pressing his soft ballsack.

“Will you let me film as you take it from behind? I want close ups of your ass, baby.”

His words send an instant rush into your veins, but you manage to sound composed.

“If you’re being a good boy today, why not?”

You move your hand down his chest, as your knee presses a little harder against his balls, taking the smirk off his face, then bring it up to find his neck. You melt hearing him humm after you wrap your fingers around his throat and finally kiss him passionately.

Jiseok’s plump lips deepen the act in seconds catching you off guard. You try to keep up with how quickly they move, making room to slide tongue only for it to dominate yours. He moans in your mouth, not stopping for a second, as spit begins to pour from both of you.

When you pull back gasping for air, you catch him smirking.

“You okay, doll? You look dizzy.”

With one strong swipe along his bottom lip you smudge the red stain from your lipstick. Your tongue clicks at his smug attitude.

“Close that naughty mouth, you brat, or I will put tape over it.”

You force him to look you in the eye, when you push his head back by pulling strands of his hair.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so mean…” He grunts in response. “I like it.”

You swallow the urge to smile at his reactions, and drop slowly on the ground to face his cock. It has shifted into a full erection.

Jiseok’s mouth opens from anticipation, but quickly shuts when your fingertips move from his thighs to his abdomen instead.

You watch his teeth bite on his lip, as you warm his shaft with your breathing. You’re so close you can lick his base if you just slightly drag out the tip of your tongue.

But you don’t.

“Have I told you how much I love your abs?” You coax, scratching his muscles.

“Just one million times in the last two days.”

He chuckles at your irritated reaction, but when you pinch his nipple hard, he quickly clenches his jaw.

“Baby, if you just wanna talk we can do it with my arms not tied to a chair you know.”

“I know, but now I’m in charge so I decide how these things will go.”

You take his erection in one hand, eyeing the glistening shreds of pre-cum, sliding down his length.

“You look turned on to me, baby. Are you enjoying being tied up?” You follow your question with slow tugs up and down.

“Fuckk, finally.” He groans in a hoarse voice, before speaking further. “I enjoy watching you get horny from me being tied up.”

Your fingers stop at the tip, as you gaze at the playful sparkles in his eyes. You slowly spread the sticky release all over his flushed head only to mix it nicely with your drop of spit.

Jiseok sighs, throwing his head back from the feel of your hand twisting around him, making him wetter and hard as a rock. Warm sensations build in his core, as he keeps on talking lifting his head up.

“How many times have you touched yourself to the thought of this, huh? Shit, I can only imagine how sexy you looked—“

Talking to you always gets him faster to his peak, so you drop his cock mid sentence.

His eyes bulge out from panick, as he curses under his breath. He doesn’t have time to react properly at the underwhelming way the pleasure fades when he sees you removing your top.

“Ahh, shit, baby, no..” He shakes his head, looking away.

“What is it?” You ask in an innocent voice. “I’ll be more comfortable if my clothes don’t get in the way.”

You lean your head against his thigh, running a finger up his twitching cock as if it’s the most fragile thing.

“So sensitive it’s cute.” You coo, forming a circle on that little vulnerable spot of his tip that drives him crazy.

“F-fuck, I don’t think I can do this.” He pules weakly, not losing sight of your finger going into your mouth to clean it from his essence.

“But we just started.” You say in a calm manner, before placing a kiss on the flesh of his inner thigh. You enjoy the possessive scarlet mark of your lipstick, the contrast against his skin arouses you.

“I know, baby, I know it’s just…” He speaks out loudmouthedly, but your lips moving higher up his body inevitably slow down his voice. “How am I supposed to just stay here when you’re naked in front of m-me… and… I can’t touch you? That’s so annoying, f-fuck.”

You continue with more red stains, as you listen to him getting more and more worked up under your mouth. His figure from relaxed becomes tense in a matter of seconds the more you pepper him with hungry kisses. Only his chest is moving up furiously, as you include your tongue, the brushing of your hardened nipples cover him with goosebumps, that add more to the pressure of his erection.

You don’t miss the opportunity to take one of his nipples between your teeth before sucking on the skin behind his earlobe. The sound of his hitched breathing while you create your bruises get you soaked.

“I’m not naked, I left my shorts on.”

That’s even worse, he thinks, but remains silent.

You lost count of how many times Jiseok has fucked you in different pairs of shorts since you’re together. The small sheer pieces of fabric you sleep in are one of the things that instantly cause him to grow a tent under the bedsheets.

“Although… they start to stick to my pussy a little,” you mumble, deciding to get rid of them too. “Wanna know why?”

Jiseok gulps when you lower yourself on his left thigh. His heart starts pounding when your naked hips begin to roll against him, letting the wetness from your folds coat his flesh.

“Why are you suddenly quiet, baby?”

The soft fabric of your pajama short caresses his skin, as you move them up and down his chest.

“Jesus, you’re driving me crazy,” he groans, watching you speed up your motions. “You’re so fucking wet, doll. You need me.”

He attaches his mouth to your shoulder, kissing your skin. The gentle sucking turns into a muffled growl when you joggle your shorts to tickle his erection.

“Right now I think you need me more,” you provoke him in order to hear him beg, but it’s more difficult to achieve than you expected.

“Ugh, baby…” he howls, as you shake the clothing marked from a visible wet patch in front of his face like a piece of candy. “Why are you playing me like that?” He tries to catch the shorts with his teeth, but you pull them away in time.

You haven’t stopped moving back and forth on his thigh, not trying to hide your soft moans at all, as your clit becomes highly stimulated.

Jiseok blinks up, admiring your face that’s contorted in pleasure, as you’re chasing quicker friction.

“Wanna taste you so bad.” He glances at the direction of your hand that holds the messy panties. Every time the fabric touches his skin he gets a rush as if it’s a cube of ice which makes his bones tremble. He tilts his chin up when you lift them close in his face, and already tries to get a sniff from them.

“Say please,” you demand.

Jiseok smirks, knowing this was coming.

“Please.” He states, not able to hold back a giggle in his throat.

“Not good enough.”

“Babyyy, come on..” He stomps on the floor with his feet. “Gimme a taste, pleasee.” His eyes concentrate on the piece of clothing drifting away only to drop on his cock.

He finds the flesh of your arm again - since he cannot use his hands he feels the desperate need to use his mouth in any way he possibly can. He does everything in his control to keep it cool when you grab on his girth through the fabric, then tug on it slowly.

“Holy shit, baby…” he groans, teeth digging into your skin. That definitely left a mark. “Free me and I’ll treat that pussy like it’s my last meal.” His eyes are hooded from lust and desperation, as the pool of arousal you leave on his leg is the only thing he can think about in that moment.

“We can both cum much quickly if you just listen, baby boy.” You explain, stroking his length in an irritating pace. “You run your mouth too much.”

Your fingers put more pressure around it, forcing him to pant for more. The friction against the wrapped fabric heats his vulnerable skin while you continue pumping.

“I’ll do better, princess.”

You felt a sudden jolt when his figure lurches up from the chair.

“I-I’ll.. fuck, faster, please…”

He bucks up his hips desperately needing a quicker pace from already being so close. The warm thrill overwhelms his core, and his brows draw together, as he focuses on the building rush.

“If I let you cum will you be a good boy for me, darling?”

“Y-Yesyesyes, I’m so fuckin’ hard, baby, I need t-to, p-please… make me… need to c-cum.”

As you concentrate on fisting him through your shorts, you cannot find a way, neither a reason to stop your hips from moving back and forth. For the first time he’s the one begging, and you can literally taste the sound of it on your tongue, sweet like honey, completely enough to get you off.

His body convulses under you, causing his voice to break during his incoherent babbling. The sight of his facial expressions becoming so much softer while his hot cum drench your shorts, turns you on to the point you hit your peak just seconds afterwards.

“Holy shit..” Jiseok looks at his lap, as his climax tones down. “This felt amazing.”

You stagger to your feet, kneeling again.

Bewildered, Jiseok’s brows draw together at you reapplying your red lipstick before uncovering his cock. The yearning look you give the mess he made of it makes him ache from the need to place his hands on your body.

“W-wait, what—” he stutters, balking at your tongue swiping his dirty length. His face scrunches up from your small kitten-like licks, picking up his cum. When you take it in your hand to close your scarlet lips around it, he wishes he could shrink away. “N-no, baby, don’t… stop it, ffuck—” The ragged sound, coming deep from the back of his throat melt away when you pull back, leaving his cock wet and clean. You mark the lower part of his shaft with a red kiss, before glancing up questionably at him.

“What did you say?” You raise a brow at him, cleaning the corner of your mouth.

“It hurts, doll,” he gazes up after you stand on your feet. “Give me a break first.”

As you go to your nighstand, searching for something, Jiseok finds your stained pajama shorts on the floor.

“Wanna put those dirty panties on and give me a spin, gorgeous?”

He’s still amused from his idea when you stand back in front of him, but his face stiffens when he spots the blindfold in your hand.

“Too bad you won’t see it.”

“Is it necessary?” he asks with a pout.

“It is, you lack some manners.”

“Thanks for disciplining me, baby.” Jiseok smirks. The gratitude sounds more like a threat. You could only imagine what he’d do to you after he gets off that chair.

Jiseok’s blood pressure goes up, not able to pinpoint in the darkness what you’re up to at all.

When he senses your warm breaths between his thighs he almost winces from his seat, as the feeling now comes to him so much stronger. His fingers form painful fists when he feels your soft lips wrapping around him - too soon, and too suddenly. You take him all the way, causing him to release a long deep wail.

“Jesus, p-please… don’t—” his legs shake around you, as his overstimulated tip hits the back of your throat. “T-too much… god—” His voice suddenly fades from the new wave of delight that begins to form while you bob your head up and down his erection, not leaving a single spot of flesh exposed. “Sooo hungry for my cock, aren’t you, doll? F-fuck gonna make me cum again..”

Your warm tongue twirls around him, saliva coats his abdomen and stiff balls, as you keep on sucking, trying not to mind his comments too much. However, they keep irritate you while also get you wet at the same time. How does he always manage to be so collected and demanding? Just when you thought you made him softer he overpowers you again.

You blink up at the marks on his exposed neck, watching his emphasised adam apple moving every time he swallows. Since he could not see or touch a thing, you make sure to produce variety of lewd, slurping, gagging noises that would help him visualise everything that’s happening. Even though half his face is covered you could notice he’s focusing on his hearing.

The quick, sloppy sucks of yours quickly leave Jiseok speechless. The burning thrill becomes three times more intense and takes over him so much quicker, that he ends up feeling like a dog in heat. It’s true what they say, about the rest of your senses feeling so much stronger when one of them is restricted.

He keeps his head tilted back, as his moans elevate towards the ceiling, leading you to think he’s close. They don’t sound heavy like earlier. They fly out of his mouth more high pitched in multiple fragile ahs and ohs.

That’s when your lips suck on his warm salty tip one last time before spitting out. The moment you pull back, Jiseok jerks his hips up, but ends up humping nothing.

“S-sshit, baby, what happened?” He yammers, panting. “Why did you stop? Whyy?!”

“Because…” You run your palms over his thighs, watching his bright red tip. “You will cum when I tell you to.”

“But I gotta cum now, babyy…” Jiseok mewls, thrusting hips up again over nothing. “I’m so fuckin’ close, your mouth got me hard as fuck.. don’t do this to me..”

While he whines your hand unintentionally goes between your legs, rubbing circles the second it got in contact with your clit. You didn’t realise how wet you are until your fingers instantly glide between your lips, getting all sticky.

“Baby?? You there?”

You humm in response, sliding fingers inside you. The moisture dripping from you is so much you didn’t need to do a lot for him to catch on.

“Are you seriously touching yourself?” He gasps in disbelief.

“I want to cum too, baby.” You begin to pump three fingers in and out of you, filling the room with wet squelching sounds.

“Goddamn it princess, don’t do that…” He tries unsuccessfully to dismiss your moans, that cause him to think of his own orgasm.

“Shut up,” you spit out, surprising even your own self, and grabbing his cock.

The sudden action causes him to hiss through gritted teeth. His lips turn into a smirk afterwards that follows by a husky groan when you begin to pump him in a relentless speed.

“Do you even deserve to cum? You’ve been acting like a brat since the minute you sat down on this chair.”

“A-ah, shit, shit, s-shit…” Jiseok furrows his brows, as he becomes shaky from your fist literally slamming down, smacking his body. “U-ugh, so’ close—“ His sentence fades, leaving only guttural sounds, coming from his dry throat.

“You can’t tell me what to do when I’m pulling the strings, baby, you hear me?”

You resume tugging harder, as you wait for Jiseok’s hanging mouth to make up an answer, but you realise he’s went almost completely silent.

“Answer me,” your fist freezes at his base, and Jiseok bursts, crying out.

The weight of his body falls forward, but only slightly because of the restraints. It takes some time for his desperate whimpers to whittle down, but you don’t let go of his cock. You hold to it tight, watching the leaky head twitch, as he struggles to regain his composure from having his second orgasm taken away.

“Maybe I should just leave you to hump the air like a total loser.”

Despite the comments, he’s still finding it hard to acknowledge the fact he’s not the one giving orders, so you give his cock a slap.

“F-ffuck, damn it, okay..” he grits his teeth again with frustration, which calls for another smack. “Baby, I hear you.. I-I do, I d-do.” He chokes on his words from defeat.

“I don’t like your tone.” You joggle his cock with a firm grasp.

“I’ll be good, p-promise. I promise. You just drive me nuts baby, can’t help it, s-sorry…”

The sudden vulnerability in him makes your heart skip a beat. His breathing still hasn’t calmed down yet, and he stumbles around his words, but that doesn’t mean each one of them doesn’t act like a fuel to your arousal.

“Come on, use me.” He calls to you quetly with such desire for a second it sounds like pleading.

You rub your thighs together, holding onto him as you listen to his erotically weakened state.

“Smack my cock as many times as you want, please. It’s yours.”

His words work like a charm, and you quickly get up, straddling his lap.

Jiseok humms in pleasure, as he feels your gentle arms around his shoulders, and instantly gets stunned when you take a seat on his poor erection. The need to release as soon as possible occupies every part of his foggy mind, and his lips form a pout before his jaw drops from your body practicing its first moves up and down.

“I know you’re trying hard to be good, so I will give you a little treat, darling.” You coo at him.

Jiseok grins, aimlessly looking left and right.

“I’ll take anything you give me, baby.”

He breathes out a soft whimper when you touch the back of his head, guiding his mouth to your breast.

“Here,” you say through a deep sigh, as you fill up all the way to your sweet spot, and it feels overwhelmingly good. “Suck to feel better.”

Jiseok’s tongue instantly makes a long stripe over your nipple, before drawing it into his mouth with his plump lips. The moaning you hear along with the noise coming from him sucking on your boob eagerly, causes you to tug on his hair from delight.

“Good boy,” you mewl, beginning to roll your hips in circles, as you slightly lift up from his length at the same time, before dropping all the way down. You admire every bit of his thickness and length, while exploring the size that’s stretching you out. After you get used to it, you start to ride him freely, and in a much quicker pace.

Jiseok cannot help, but get whimpery from the softness of your flesh, and the sweet thrill it awakes in him. Just now at this moment, as he flicks on your perked nipple with the tip of his tongue, before giving it a smooch, he realises how desperate he was to feel you; even if it’s just a small part of your body.

You pull him away by the hair, but he tugs on your nipple with teeth, like a puppy not wanting to let go of their bone.

He got just a small taste of you, but it was enough to get him drunk.

“See? You can be obedient too, baby.” You pinch his puffy bottom lip, just when he begins to hiss from the burning rush in his core. “Not a bratty loser anymore.”

“N-ngh, I want to—” he throws his head back, which instantly causes your fingers to wrap around his throat. “F-fuck, yeah, fuck me hard, baby. Use me, as you wish I’m all yours.”

“Are you?” Your free palm drops down his chest, nicely coloured from fresh bruises and red lipstick. His abs tense, as he releases needy pants one after another, that signal he’s getting closer.

“Y-yesyes, yes-s, fuck me hard,” he pleads for more, and after you grant his wish by speeding up your hips, he squirms, sobbing. “A-ahh, feels so good, I have to c-cum, p-please…”

“Why, baby? Can’t take it anymore?” You put more pressure around his neck, feeling his pulse against your palm. “Are you too hard for me?”

“Uhmm,” he gives a low, but drawed out whimper, before nodding poorly. “Wanna’ cum for my princess while she’s ruining my cock.”

“Sounds nice, but I’m not close yet..” you joke, and Jiseok sobs even harder at your words. His cockhead smashing up your cervix repeatedly makes him so woozy he cannot bring whatever’s left of his energy to add anything else.

“Kidding, baby,” you chuckle through a moan. “You can cum now.”

“Really? C-can I?” he asks with a ring of hope in his weak voice.

“Do it, cum for me pretty boy.”

You give in, as your own orgasm creeps up too close, making the stimulation difficult to contain.

Your peaks clashing stuns you both. As you hold tightly on Jiseok for support - one hand over his shoulders, and another around his throat, you use all your energy in riding your climax as hard as possible. You end up releasing a silent scream, while Jiseok on the other hand cries out into your mouth.

“H-holy sh—” his lips tremble vividly. “m’ cummin, I’m cummin’, c-cu—”

You swallow his hitched breaths, his whimpers and a few of his curses, when his head drops down defeated after you release your grip. He gasps for air, while he gets off his high and his mind barely clears up. His entire body sticks from sweat to the chair as it goes completely numb under your seated figure.

You move up to hover over his cock, feeling your mixed juices dripping out of your hole.

“You left so much cum in my pussy, baby.” You caress Jiseok’s cheek and he props his chin up even though he’s not able to look into your eyes yet. “Mmm, you really filled me up.”

“It’s because of you, princess.” He says in a quavering voice. “You turn me on so much.” His lips brush your jawline, giving it a lazy peck.

Jiseok expects to be untied now; to leave the chair and head to bed, but he soon finds out you have other plans when you begin to what feels like fucking his thick cum in and out of you, so excruciatingly.

“W-wait, wait, wait, b-baby… w-what ah—“ he stutters in panick, pulling his wrists apart, but the rope keeps them still.

“Shh, I know you can do better than that, baby.” You groan, holding onto his shoulders, as you bounce up and down in a steady pace, coating your thighs with his warm cum.

“P-please, please, I c-can’t…”

“Just one more,” you shut your eyes, throwing your head back, baffled from how amazing it feels despite cumming two times already.

“Don’t do t-this to me,” Jiseok sighs, and when you open your eyes you see a drop of tear sliding under the blindfold.

He was protesting, but not for long. His cock barely had time to soften, and as you work it in and out of you, it turned into a throbbing hard rock mess.

His angry tip keeps slipping out of you, and every time you use your fingers to push it back, Jiseok sees stars in the pitch black. It takes everything inside him to not burst out crying.

“I know you can give me one more, don’t you feel how hard you are for me..” You grunt, as you lift up, grazing your gummy walls only with his sensitive tip. This instantly makes his body react intensely, and he begins to convulse in the chair, as you keep gliding it in and out.

“I-I, I…” he begins, but cannot find the strength to form a sentence. He struggles to breath normally too, as you suck on his neck at the same time.

“What, baby? Talk to me.” Without removing your lips from his skin, you decide to take the blindfold off after you sense a new pair of tears dripping on your fingers as you cup his face.

Jiseok squeezes his eyes shut, not expecting that at all. After he adjusts to the sudden light you get to look into his dazed eyes, glossy from tears.

He’s amazed to see you’re really actually wearing the shorts you jerked him off with earlier.

“I… u-uhh.. gonna c-cum again..” he attempts to control his sobs, chewing on his trembling lip, that’s now stained with your lipstick too. “Let m-me, p-please..” He whimpers through shuddering breaths.

“Fill me up, sweetheart.”

“O-ohh, sh—“ Jiseok’s mouth hung wide open into a silent cry. His thighs shake uncontrollably, causing you to hold tight, so you don’t fall over.

His voice cracks into multiple tortured whimpers, as this climax hits times harder than the previous one. For a moment he feels like he’s about to pass out, not able to go through the sensation at all. He cries from pleasure while you just sit and watch; and feel yourself get sprayed with new shooting ropes of cum, that are so much they immediately start to spill out.

Jiseok stays still, speechless, unable to utter a word, as his chest rises furiously while he comes back to his senses. Very, very slowly.

You praise him with red kisses all over his face. They glisten from sweat and tears.

“You did so well my pretty boy.”

Jiseok keeps quiet for a while, until he lifts his chin up with a lazy smirk.

“I’ll get you back for this.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

#dinna’s holiday special #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes hard thoughts #xdinary heroes hard hours #xh hard hours #xdh smut #kwak jiseok smut #gaon smut #jiseok hard thoughts #gaon hard thoughts #jiseok x reader #gaon x reader #xdinary heroes x reader

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moon-goddess-posts · 1 year

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Play Fighting

dom! rhea ripley x sub! reader, degration/praise kink, overstimulation, strap on (reader receiving), rough fucking, oral sex (reader receiving), reader sucks rheas strap lol

it’s done guys 😁 also requests are open if you wanna suggest prompts or story ideas. I still need to update my request list tho so after i do that i’ll pin it

“Rhea Ripley! I challenge you to a match!!” You yelled jumping on to the bed. You put your hands on your hips and gave Rhea a wide grin.

“Oh do you now? You think you’ll win?” Rhea was teasing you as she got on the bed as well but you stood your ground.

“mhm! I’m one hundred percent!” you said smiling. Rhea just laughed.

“Ok but if you lose you’ll regret it”

“yeah yeah yeah I don’t care, TAKE THIS!” At full force you swung your right leg trying to aim and Rheas face. Now you were in no way a fighter or had any experience in fighting besides self defense. So expectedly, rhea caught your leg in a swift motion.

“Oh.” You froze and then gave rhea a nervous look trying to get her to free your leg, but she pulled you down and you plopped on the bed. From there she started to pin you down with you struggling to still win.

“And you said you were a hundred percent huh?” Rhea looked at you still struggling and she just snickered.

“ugh you suck” in the middle of struggling you saw an open point right in front of you, rheas stomach. You smiled and rammed your foot into it and Rhea was taken aback, letting you go. You ran away giggling and she was not having it.

“cant catch me!” you laughed only for it to be cut short when two big arms wrapped around your waist.

“noooo let go of me!” You felt yourself being put over rheas shoulder and you slumped in defeat.

“nice try darling, don’t be a sore loser now” She teasingly spoke. You crossed your arms pouting but at least you could enjoy the view in front of you.

“nice ass” you grinned. Rhea just rolled her eyes and ignored you making you laugh even more. Rhea then took you off her shoulder to throw you on the bed. She pinned you once again and you were throwing a fit.

“I refuse to lose!” you yelled.

“dont resist love, once i’m done with you i’ll make sure you’ll never think about challenging me.”

“yeah right!” you bit back. After that you felt hands grip the sides of your neck and you whimpered staring into rheas eyes.

“you wanna fucking try me whore?” rhea forced you to look at her and that finally got you to stop struggling. However you tested her enough today and it was time to face the consequences.

“you sure have a fighting spirit for someone who claims she’s not a fighter” rhea chuckled

“whatever, you never let me win”

“I like the look of you losing to me, now because you lost you have to do anything I say for twenty four hours” rhea smiled

“what! twenty four hou-“

“that means you ask to speak and only do so if I say you can.” rhea squeezed your neck again to get you to stop talking. you nodded your head

“good girl, now you can talk”

“Twenty four hours is too long…” you spoke quietly

“that’s too bad, I know you can do it I won’t make it too difficult for you.” you knew that was a lie, rhea makes things like this difficult on purpose. But you enjoyed it anyway and she knew that. You wrapped your arms around your girlfriend and pulled her into a kiss. Rhea grabbed a hold of your face and intensified the kiss making sure you knew she was in control.

“Rhea please..” you spoke gasping from the kiss

“aw does my little whore want somethin” you nodded your head while lookin away.

“well, you don’t get to ask for things” Rhea was softly touching your waist making you get goosebumps. Pulling away, rhea got up to get a few things for what she wanted to do with you.

“On your knees.” she was demanding and you followed, slowly kneeling down in front of her. rhea pulled out her strap and put it on, then aligned it to meet your mouth. You looked up at her with puppy eyes as you slowly wrapped your hand around her strap.

“don’t give me that look darling, you know what to do,” she caressed your head and you leaned into the touch. Your mouth got to work, licking and sucking her cock. Rhea let you go at your own pace with only sometimes pulling your hair to go deeper or faster. You loved the feeling of being used, small droplets formed in the corner of your eyes.

“yeah just like that love, you’re so good using your pretty mouth like that.” She praised you making get even more worked up. The heat between your thighs was unbearable, you needed rhea to touch you where you so desperately wanted. Drool driped down your chin still sucking on rheas strap. Your hand wandered down to touch yourself but rhea caught you

“Did i give you permission to touch yourself?” she grabbed you by the hair and pulled you off of her cock.

“N-no” the pain from having your hair pulled sent shivers down to your core.

“So what made you think you could hm?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help it, I just wanted you to touch me” you whined

“You’re such a fuckin slut, you can’t even wait for me to do it?” She pulled you up and threw you on the bed. You were laying on your stomach, ass propped up for her to see.

“Count with me, or else i’m starting over” A harsh slap landed on you. You gasp struggling to speak

“one!..” Another slap.

“Ah! two!” this time it stung more than before. But you were enjoying it, juices now flowing down to your thighs. Rhea made you count 8 more times, by the time she was done you were crying and your ass was now a light shade of red.

“You’re doing amazing love.” She rubbed your sore cheeks and gave you a kiss.

“please…please touch me” you said through sniffles. Rhea laughed and finally started to touch your dripping pussy.

“You got this wet from me spanking you? I could slip two fingers into you so easily now. Maybe three?” Rhea whispered in your ear teasingly. You pushed your ass into rhea desperately and she grinned.

“I wanna feel your fingers, I need you so bad Rhea” you begged as she rubbed quick circles into your clit. Shortly after you said that, rhea swiftly inserted two fingers inside of you unexpectedly. You couldn’t contain the noises you made as she kissed your neck slowly.

“I think you can handle another finger, right princess?”

“o-oh oh fuck…it’ll be too much!” You were lying, you wanted to see how much you could take, you wanted her to push you to the max.

“You’re such a bad liar, love” Rhea added a third finger, stretching you out. Pleasure washed over you as she continued fucking you. You were close to release and rhea could feel it.

“Are you cumming princess?” you nodded your head babbling nonsense as your whole body tensed up. You shouted rheas name as you released all over her fingers. Rhea flipped over your exhausted body so you could lay on your back.

“Look at the mess you made.” She kissed your thighs lowering herself in between them. Your hands clenched the sheets.

“wait wait i just came!” You huffed.

“I never said we were done, i’m far from done with you angel.” She forcibly held your thighs open so you couldn’t resist. You felt Rheas hot tongue on you, cleaning you up and moving in a circular motion on your swollen clit. Your nerves were burning up as you were being overstimulated. Rhea moaned into your pussy making you become even louder from the vibration. You were close once again but rhea stopped.

“that’s not fair, I was so close” you wailed

“quit your whining, love” you let out an annoyed sound while looking away, until you felt something hit your entrance. You quickly looked back to see Rheas strap. Before you could protest, she gripped your hips and started to enter you. You whipped your head back cumming on rheas strap as she now slammed into you.

“look at what a slut you are, cumming from just entering your little hole” you were breathless as she fucked you hard and fast, fucking you past your orgasm. You were twitching uncontrollable. Rhea placed your legs over her shoulders, aiming to go deeper into you which you didn’t even think was possible. Her strap was bigger from the usual ones, the thought of it going deeper into you made you close again.

“f-fuck rhea you’re going to..ugh! break me!” You held on to her, leaving scratch marks on her back. Rhea groaned, her hand now around your neck. She was hitting all the sweet spots within you, the pleasure made you dizzy and dazed. Watering you down to a moaning mess.

“Come on princess, one more time for me” Rhea’s hand moved from your neck to your clit. Rubbing it while she was still deep in you, messing up your insides. You felt her pull out almost all the way, and was about to beg her to keep going from how close you were until she snapped her hips right back into you. You screamed and felt your body convulse, orgasm now approaching. Only a few more sharp thrusts were enough to get you over the edge one last time.

“Shit!” your hands grabbed onto anything in proximity, it was too much for you to handle. Rhea gave slow thrusts through your orgasm, turning your legs into jello. You finally calmed down, body now limp as your breath slowed.

“Such a good girl, have i tired you out?” Rhea pulled out of you, rubbing any sore spots on you.

“mhm…” You felt exhausted, but you still managed to cling yourself onto your girlfriend.

“can you kiss me please?”

“of course angel” she kissed you slowly and passionately as you drifted off to sleep. Rhea left and came back to get a towel to clean you up, admiring your beautiful body in the process.

-end

#rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley #wwe rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley fanfic #rhea ripley fluff #wwe #mami rhea

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jealousy jealousy

author’s note: hi...remember that time i wrote 2 fics and then disappeared? yeah me neither. i promise i’m still here, just trying to figure out life and force myself to write rather than just consume. this is already way too personal for strangers on the internet...anyway, here’s wonderwall (aka the jack x figure skater fic that no one asked for, this takes place in the figure skater universe that i have not written yet).

(oh and if you’re wondering, andrew is your figure skating partner)

jack hughes x figure skater!reader

warnings: nhl violence, cursing

him

it’s not that he hated andrew, it was just he wished he was the only one leaving bruises on your thighs. or the only one who got to kiss your cheek. jack watched from the stands as you two glided across the ice. he’d come to appreciate figure skating in the months you’d been dating ever since you’d forced him to try some of the basics of your sport and he’d fallen on his ass more times than he could count.

so it didn’t bother him, going to your performances, and watching you skate. he just hated how in love you looked when you gazed at andrew. or the way your legs would wrap around his head when just the night before--

he was getting ahead of himself.

at the end of the performance, when your smile was wider than the equator, an older woman to his left said, quite loudly if you asked him, to her friend. “i’m so glad they kept skating together after the break up, it would’ve been a shame to lose such chemistry.”

i’m sorry.

what?

to say he was pissed when he saw you was an understatement. andrew’s arm around your waist just added fuel to the fire simmering in his chest. it made him want to throw away the bouquet of tulips he got you.

“what’d ya think?” you asked him with the biggest smile on your face, the silver medal dangling from your neck.

“you did great,” he stated, handing the flowers off to you. “can i talk to you?” he glanced at andrew and then the hand that still had not removed itself from your waist. “alone?”

you furrowed your brows but nodded anyway. you squeezed andrew’s arm and mumbled a thank you with a bright smile before following jack into a secluded part of the rink.

“what’s up, baby?”

“were you ever planning on telling me you dated andrew? or were you gonna just keep me in the dark about that?” your face dropped. guess he got his answer. “right. i’ll see you later.” jack moved around you, but your hand grabbed his arm gently.

“jack please, listen i didn’t think it was a big deal--”

“you didn’t think it was important for me to know that the person you spend the most time with, aside from me, is your ex?”

“you didn’t disclose all your exes either!”

“i’m not shoving my crotch in my ex’s face every day, nor am i making goo goo eyes at them for the entire world to see!” you didn’t say anything to that, so he took it as his cue to leave. “you did great tonight,” he said. “but i got to get home. i have a game tomorrow to prepare for.”

he walked away from you, and didn’t bother turning back, not even when andrew passed him and presumably went to your comfort. he didn’t get to see you reject andrew’s hug in favor of pressing the tulips closer to your chest.

when he got home, jack immediately called quinn. “do you have time to talk?”

“would you care if i said no?”

jack paused. “no. look this is an emergency.”

“shoot.”

“so you know the figure skater i’ve been dating?”

quinn hummed. “nice girl.”

“and you know how she has a male partner that she performs with, right?” quinn hummed again. “well apparently they used to date for like two years.”

“she told you that?”

“no, i found out through some random lady’s comment at her performance today. and then i got on the internet and well, i found out they dated for two years.”

“oh.”

“yeah, ‘oh’ is right. i mean why would she keep something like this from me? i’ve been honest, i’ve been working on myself because i thought i was crazy for thinking they had feelings for each other but they used to and hey, maybe they still do--”

“jack, you’re getting ahead of yourself. she’s with you, she likes you.”

“but what if he likes her? they spend all their time together, how am i gonna compete with that?”

quinn sighed into the receiver. “look, i’m by no means saying she should’ve kept this from you, because that’s a shitty thing to do. but as far as i can see? there’s no competition. you’ve already won. you got the girl, okay? he didn’t.”

jack wanted to agree, that at the end of the day, they chose each other. but he still couldn’t get over the thought of andrew’s hands and where they’ve been.

you

okay so you fucked up.

big time.

to be honest, you completely forgot about your past with andrew, seeing as most of it was overshadowed by over a decade of close friendship. but seeing the betrayal on jack’s face made everything ten times worse.

which is why you hesitated on going to his game that night only because you couldn’t decide if not showing up would make things worse or better. you came with andrew, which in hindsight was not the best decision you could’ve ever made, but when the new jersey devils asked you and your partner do to the ceremonial puck drop, your agent made it clear saying no would be a bad idea.

so you texted jack to give him a heads up that the both of you would be there and dropping the puck on orders of your agent but that you would still be watching the game afterward if he wanted you there.

he didn’t reply.

a knock on your door alerted you to andrew’s presence. so you scooped up your purse and put your platform high tops on before grabbing your keys and heading out.

“still nothing?” andrew asked. you shook your head. “do you think he’s being a little dramatic? i mean, he never shared all his exploits with his exes--”

“but he didn’t date a teammate, andrew.” you cut him off. “look, i get you’re trying to be supportive, but i’m in the wrong here.” andrew followed you down the stairs and out to his car.

“would it help if i told him i’m gay?”

“you mean would lying help? absolutely not.” andrew unlocked his car and you both hopped in. “do you need directions?”

andrew laughed. “i think i know where prudential is.”

you held up your hands and looked out the window as you tried to think of ways to somehow make the situation better.

or rather, keep from making it worse.

by the time you arrived at the arena, you were a basket case of nerves, suddenly second guessing every decision you made up to this point. “should i have just worn a t-shirt like you instead of his jersey? i’m wondering if i’m overstepping here.”

“look, there are few things that men love more than seeing their significant others in their clothes.”

“but does that rule apply to when you’re arguing?”

“it could!” andrew stopped you in your tracks, right before entering the arena, with his hands on your shoulders. “look, it’ll be okay. after tonight, if you only wanna hang out when we have practice until it all settles down, that’s fine by me.”

you looked at andrew and then back at the arena.

“okay.”

him

“hughesy, is there a reason your girlfriend asked me who is doing the puck drop?” nico asked him once jack walked into the locker room.

“she texted me earlier, i just haven’t replied. she’s doing it along with andrew,” he grumbled.

“trouble in paradise?”

“it’s a long story. and i don’t really want to talk about it,” he said as he pulled his gear on.

“you sure? might help to clear your head. if you’d like, you can do the puck drop if you want to see her--”

“--nope, i’m fine.” he sat down to put his skates on and stayed silent.

it wasn’t until they got onto the ice that jack started to calm down a little. the rink was his home, a place he could let go. he wasn’t worried about the problems in your relationship at the moment, not when he was playing one of the devils’ biggest rivals: the philadelphia flyers.

the team took a break from the warm ups to have the carpets rolled out for you and andrew. he couldn’t even look at you as you walked out, the announcer sharing all the accomplishments you share with andrew.

he stood to the side, ignoring the jabs from his teammates at the sight of you smiling and laughing. the thought alone had him consider forgiving you, until he glanced up right as andrew nudged you and the jealousy came back with a fiery vengeance.

it only got worse when he saw nico give you a bear hug and in return you gave him an award winning smile.

honestly.

were you not even torn up about the situation you were in?

you

god, even looking at him hurt.

he didn’t even do you the courtesy of making eye contact, you would know, your eyes had only left his figure to smile at cameras or greet nico or the flyers’ alternate captain. maybe, if jack decided he actually wanted to be with you still, you could ask him who the hell that guy was.

when you and andrew turned around, he held the puck out for you. “you want it?” he asked.

you shook your head. “i’d rather have one that jack gave me, than remember the night he ignored me the entire time.”

him

was that his jersey you were wearing?

honestly he spent so much time trying not to look at you that the 86 on your sleeve didn’t pop out at him until you turned around and his teammates started catcalling at the sight of his last name on your back.

“that your girl, hughes? or just a fan?” mercer teased.

“shut up,” jack grumbled, but the heat in his cheeks was telling enough. he watched as you made your way back to the stands before he had to focus on getting his mind ready for the game, and much of that included forgetting what happened the day prior.

which he would love nothing more than to do.

you

“is this your first game wearing his jersey?” andrew asked as you took your seats.

you nodded, nervously wringing your hands as you watched him sit on the bench cheering on his teammates. there was no reason for you to be that nervous, but you couldn’t help but feel antsy anyway.

“hey,” andrew started. “what’s wrong?”

“i don’t know, maybe i’m still upset at myself? or scared he’ll break things off with me?”

your partner laughed. “that boy is too in love with you to break up after one incident. besides, you didn’t cheat you just--”

“forgot to tell him a key piece of information.”

“look, it’s not like you kept it from him maliciously. and given time, he’ll understand that.”

“i guess you’re--” you cut yourself off when jack got on the ice, your nerves shooting up tenfold. you watched him like a hawk, even if he didn’t have the puck.

hell, you weren’t even sure if andrew was talking to you because of how dialed in you were.

you didn’t move, you weren’t even sure you were breathing, until he scored, not even two minutes into being on the ice. you jumped from your seat and screamed, probably looking like a maniac or a fangirl.

you would consider yourself both at that point.

you watched as his teammates came up to hug him and slap his helmet. he spared a glance in your direction, giving you enough time to smile and give him a little wave. you fully expected him to ignore you like he’d done all night, but when his hand lifted up and waved back, you were on cloud nine.

the game started back up again and so did your excitement.

until jack was slammed against the boards across the rink from you. if it weren’t for andrew’s hand holding your forearm in your seat, you would’ve jumped and yelled at the refs to do something.

“that’s not fair!” you shouted.

“it’s hockey,” andrew said like that was explanation enough.

“and? he just body checked him! jack is like 115 pounds soaking wet and that man--”

“--farabee--”

“--has like fifty pounds on him!”

“he actually doesn’t.” you whipped your head at andrew, ready to yell at him. “look, jack is fine. that’s why they wear pads. it’d be concerning if he was wearing a leotard like you and getting bodychecked, okay? this is the nature of the game.”

you crossed your arms. “i think it’s bullshit.”

him

he really hated farabee. and maybe hate was a strong word, but it felt like every two seconds he was getting checked into the boards which would’ve been fine if you weren’t there to see it happen.

“c’mon hughes, this is getting embarrassing.” was farabee’s latest quip of the night. and while he was no stranger to trash talk, something about the glint in farabee’s eyes was getting under jack’s skin. “that your girl right there?” he pointed to you while your brows were furrowed and head tilted. it would’ve been cute had farabee’s sudden interest in you not sent a cold chill down jack’s spine.

“shut up,” he grumbled before shoving his way past farabee in pursuit of the puck. but joel kept after him.

“she’s a looker, don’t ya think? how’d you manage to hit that?” jack’s fists clenched. “be honest, did you have to bribe her to go out with you? how much it cost? she looks like she’d be a good time--”

jack shoved him up against the boards. “shut the fuck up,” he all but growled before skating off.

keep your cool, jack. he’s just an asshole, you’ve dealt with assholes before.

he had the puck and was about to shoot before he was checked again, this time the wind being knocked from his lungs as joel stood over him. “go sit on the bench, hughes, while i go show your puck bunny a good time.”

that was it.

jack stood as quickly as he could and shucked his gloves off.

you

horror was the only word you could use to describe the feeling that came over you as jack threw the first punch. you’d seen many of his games, often going back and watching clips on youtube, and never once have you seen him fight.

until today.

you were on your feet, clutching andrew’s arm, your fingernails digging into his arm. “oh my god,” you breathed.

you weren’t sure your jaw could drop any more than it already was. jack’s helmet came off first, but the other guy, “farabee” according to andrew, hit the ground first. jack was yanked down a second later.

if you were strong enough to break the glass, you would’ve just to get to him. because the punches didn’t stop, there was red on the ice, and you weren’t sure who was bleeding.

you hoped it was the other guy.

the refs split them up pretty quickly after farabee hit the ground. jack got up with blood trickling from his nose and lip, but looked otherwise unharmed. you didn’t care enough to look at the other guy.

“and keep her name out your mouth,” jack yelled across the ice as a ref ushered him to the penalty box.

your brow furrowed. surely he wouldn’t be dumb enough to...

you glanced at andrew who looked just as flabbergasted. “was that over...?” you trailed off.

“you or his mom,” andrew shrugged. a beat passed. “told you that toothpick loves you.”

him

his head felt ready to explode. though he wasn’t sure if it was because of the blood pumping from his nose or the rage he felt just a few seconds ago. but as the metaphorical dust settled, he searched the crowd for you only to find your eyes already on him.

you okay? you mouthed.

he nodded and drew his attention back to the game. he couldn’t look at you too long before getting angry again, this time, not at you but at the reminder of what farabee had said about you.

you might scold him for it later, in fact, if he was a betting man, he would’ve put money on the fact that you would, but it didn’t matter to him. normal trash talk was fine but involving you? poking an already open wound?

but he didn’t have time to worry about it, he’d figure it out after the game when he could touch your skin and assure himself that you wouldn’t leave him for someone else.

the second he was released back into the game, he came back with a vengeance. the fight wasn’t enough, he was going to score as many points as he could to beat their asses into the ground.

he was going to do it.

you

there was no way jack was human. or at least, not a superhero of some kind. there had to be some higher power that possessed your boyfriend’s body because he was a very good hockey player?

but that night? he was next level.

by the end of the game, he’d scored 4 points alone, and assisted nico in the one other point made by someone who wasn’t him. when the final buzzer blew, the score was 5-2, with new jersey taking the win.

“your boyfriend is insane!” andrew yelled over the cheers.

you smiled. “i know.”

the both of you walked towards the locker rooms, flashing your lanyard at security to let you through.

“do you want me to wait for you?” andrew asked.

you shook your head. “i’ll get jack to take me home.”

“and if he doesn’t?”

“he will. especially when he finds out you left me.” andrew hugged you goodbye and departed towards the parking lot while you waited for jack to walk by. nico was first, smiling and hugging you quickly before heading back to the locker rooms. jack’s other teammates file out and wave, some stopping to give you a fist bump.

unsurprisingly because fate was funny like that, jack was one of the last to head your direction. part of you seized up with fear, wondering if he was still mad about andrew, but the smile he gave you relaxed your shoulders.

jack dropped his helmet and stick in favor of holding you close. he held you tighter than normal, an arm around your waist, a hand in your hair, his face in your neck.

“you okay?” you asked, trying to pull back to get a look at his face, but he only squeezed you tighter.

“i’m fine. just glad you’re here,” he mumbled into your neck. a beat passed before he pulled away and just stared at you. “did you drive here?”

you hesitated on telling him the truth, not wanting to ruin the moment but ultimately deciding lying would ruin things further. “i rode with andrew. he went home.” jack’s gaze darkened just a hair. “but i was hoping i could ride home with you.”

he nodded before leaning in to kiss you, pouting when you pulled out of reach. “baby--”

“your lip is split, hughes.”

“so?”

“i don’t wanna hurt you.”

“you’re hurting me now by not kissing me.” you sighed and gave in, your lips meeting his gently.

“there, you happy?”

“nope,” he said, leaning back in.

“easy there, cowboy,” you laughed into his lips and placed a hand on his chest. “you need to shower.” you wrinkled your nose as the smell hit you finally.

“you mean you don’t love me as i am?” he teased.

you froze. you had yet to say those words but he didn’t seem to notice before someone was calling him away. “go,” you pushed him lightly towards the locker room. “i’ll be here.”

he kissed you one last time before running down the hall with his things.

you patiently waited for the thirty or so minutes it took for jack to get ready and speak with his teammates. he came out freshly showered and smiling despite the split lip.

“you ready?” he asked.

“i was waiting on you,” you replied.

jack rolled his eyes but tossed his arm over your shoulder and pressed a kiss to the side of your head anyway. the both of you stayed silent until you got in the car.

“do you wanna tell me what the fight was about?”

jack’s hand paused over the keys in the ignition before he turned the car on and shifted gears into reverse. “it’s nothing.”

you rolled your eyes. “you mean to tell me you got a split lip over nothing? i thought you valued honesty.”

jack sighed and put the car into drive. “he was making comments about you and i couldn’t stand to listen to them anymore.”

“what did he say?”

jack’s jaw clenched, as did his hands on the steering wheel. “it doesn’t matter. it’s over with.”

“if it bothered you, it matters, jack.”

“i’m not comfortable repeating it,” he said. “it’s over now, let’s just go home.”

you paused. “your home or mine?”

he reached over the center console and held your hand. “mine, if that’s alright.”

you nodded, words failing you for a moment. the air still felt tense, though you weren’t sure if it was from the argument you had or the game itself.

but it was the lack of communication that got you here in the first place, so you spoke up. “are you still mad at me? because i don’t blame you if you are, i just thought i’d ask.”

jack was quiet for a moment, letting your words permeate the air. “not really, but i’m still confused as to why you didn’t tell me you’d dated andrew before.”

some deep-seated part of you wanted to shrug it off, but you knew you might view it as casual, he might take it as being flippant. “it was so long ago,” you started. “and when i look at him, i don’t see my ex, i just see my friend who’s grown up with me.”

he nodded, hand still clutching yours. “what do you see when you look at me?”

you swallowed down the fear building in your chest. you hadn’t said those three words yet, but maybe now was the time? andrew’s words kept repeating in your head. told you that toothpick is in love with you.

you breathed.

“i see the love of my life.”

#jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #jack hughes #my writing

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wakeup01 · 1 month

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Hey, is it still open ? If it is, I've got something to ask. See, the university that I attend is apparently quite focused on sports, when compared to degrees such as mine in linguistics. It means that, on my way to class, I see a lot of hot men with great hairstyles, and I've always felt a bit jealous at that. Don't get me wrong, I love the eyecandy, but it always made me wonder what would happen if, one day, I entered the wrong building. Could you help me to see what would happen ? Just as an experiment, of course, I want to go back to my degree nice and easy after that...

Team Player

Linguistics? Oh dear, oh dear. I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you won’t be getting anywhere with that. But don’t worry, I’m feeling generous today. Okay, listen up. It’s very simple, all you have to do is follow that hot jock with the gelled blond hair to the left. No, no, not the right, the left. Take note of his smile. The way he laughs at literally nothing. Why? Oh, no reason…

Whoops. The locker room you say? What a blunder. Egg on my face, I tell ya. But while you’re there, maybe it’s worth taking in the sights and….smells. Every step is like walking through the humid air of the jungle, a breeze of sweaty jockstraps assaults you from every direction as the Football team get changed. You fail to avert your eyes from their hot glistening bodies, the display of pure strength and testosterone.

The jock you followed in notices you, notices certain inadequacies that need amending if you’re gonna be on the team. The team? Yes, the team. That messy hair for one. You barely get the opportunity to argue as he sits you down and scrapes the clippers across your skull. The buzzing sound makes you shiver. An overwhelming lightheaded feeling allows him to easily tilt your head down and mow the back. Running his hands through what little remains as he gells it up into a spiky jock style. Patting your strapped rear and padded thighs as the dirty, preused tight leggings pull up your legs and cover your cupped crotch. Your mouth opens, opens before your brain has engaged, just hanging ajar for several seconds. “B—bro.” The word is more of a proclamation than anything else. You impulsively adjust your junk, a clear shadow visibly outlines where your big balls push the cup outward.

He tells you that the newbies are liable if the team loses. That would be you. Taking one…or many, so to speak, for the team is the accepted punishment. He tells you this while stroking at his own cupped groin, a rather large bulge growing as you swallow hard.

Before you know it, you’re completely kitted out in the heavy uniform, a thick helmet lowering over your head - silencing those niggling doubts in the back of your increasingly tiny, sports obsessed mind. It’s like a deprivation chamber for your head, your inner monologue being blocked. The only thing that matters to you now is the game.

The game.

The ball.

The team.

The… punishment.

The twitching of your cock and ass makes you wonder if losing would be all that bad. You stand up and admire yourself. You barely recognise what you see, uncontrollably getting turned on by your own appearance. Were your arms always that chunky, that tanned? Like prime cooked beef hanging from your wide shoulders. Looking like a proper jock boy…smelling like one too. Huhuh. You turn, smiling dimly back at your bro. Laughing out loud for a reason you don’t remember. Uhh, I’m sure it’ll come to you…eventually.

I mean, you’re just trying out something new, right? No harm done, you rationalise as you sprint and achieve your first touchdown, your memory of…le..lin….lingizztics? Completely knocked loose from your ‘bro’d out, empty head.

Of course, the team loses anyway. Though you, and the rest of the team have suspicions about how accidental your ‘fumbles’ really were. Never-mind, that didn’t matter so much anymore, not while the whole team form an orderly queue behind your bent over rear. Your blonde bro is first up, he spreads your sweaty cheeks wide, spits on your crack and lines himself up for the ‘shot’. “You ready to learn how to handle some balls dude?”

“Hell yeah brah!”

#dumbing down #jock #frat bro #brainwashing #request

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ilygetou · 2 years

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WEEK TWO DAY ONE | NON CON + DEGRADING. FT. ARMIN ARLERT.

PAIRING: armin alert x fem! reader.

C/W: non consensual, creampie, degrading, slight brat-taming, mean! armin, cursing, kinda of ooc cause armin is very sweet & nice but he's very mean here, MINORS DNI!!

N0TE: bro this is kinda rushed + i'm slowly starting to lose motivation for kinktober since my posts aren't appearing in the tags.

P.S: not much degrading, since i forgot this was supposed to have so much degrading in it, sorry for the girlies that have a degrading kink and have been waiting for this, i failed you </3

armin was tired of it. he was tired of you using him. he was so tired of you talking to him just for work.

notes? armin. homework? armin. classwork? armin. projects and assignments? armin.

“armin, homework?” you would always ask to copy form him and he always answers you with a grin on his face, his eyes soft as he hands you the work. even though, deep down, armin was filled with hatred and loathe.

armin is disgusted by you, armin hates you.

but always late at night, armin would find himself fisting his cock to the thought of you, getting off to the thought of you sucking his cock.

armin was more disgusted by himself than you, how can he get aroused by a girl like you? a girl that doesn‘t care about her friends or anyone‘s feelings – a girl who only cares about herself and doen‘t even know what’s happening around her, a girl who uses others to benefit for herself.

but still, everyday, every single fucking day, armin would be stroking his cock while he scrolls through your instagram and zooms on pictures of you with your cleavage out, your ass, zooms on your panties when you have your legs slight apart or when you’re wearing a short skirt revealing your panties to anyone who prays attention to the photo. armins least favorite part was the comment section, opening the comments just to find a bunch of men thirsting over you, along with his friends too.

he would always grip his phone with anger, and immediately log out of his account.

today, as soon as armin finished masturbating a sudden text from you popped up in his notifications.

“todays notes? pretty please :(”

armin huffs in annoyance, all of his hatred towards you comes running straight back. but armin still obliges, sending you an “ok :)” and then sending you the notes right after, without any hesitation.

but after days passed, armin started actually getting sick of you. why don’t you ask someone else for the notes? why don’t you pay attention in class? he was tired of it.

armin started ignoring you, his phone was blowing up with message from you and armin thanked god that you guys got a week off otherwise he probably won’t handle your whining and complaining.

this led you to showing up to armins doorstep, banging on his apartment door. “armin! s’ me!” and he would immediately recognize your voice, armin would let out a scoff as he gets up from his desk to unlock the door. And as soon as he does, you were met with a exhausted looking armin, eye bags under his eyes indicting that he has been studying the whole week with no rest at all.

without wasting a second, you invited yourself into his apartment, “what? do you need anything?” armin said, nonchalantly. a quick fake pout covered your face, “whaat? are you not happy to see me?” you whined to which armin clicked his tongue at.

you quickly brushed it off and went straight to the reason on why you’re here; “why haven’t you been answering my messages?” you said with your phone in your hand, shaking it in your hand while having the chat between you and armin open – showing him how much you’ve been spamming.

“m’ busy,” armin quickly said to which you frowned at, “busy doing what?” to which armin quickly response with; “studying.” you let out a scoff, “yeah right, for a whole week?” armin shrugged to which you clenched your fists at, “busy studying y/n, i don’t have time unlike you” you felt anger boil up inside you by armins words, “i’m busy too!” armin let’s out a chuckle, “busy doing what? busy partying? busy sleeping with a new man every day?” your eyes widened, “what the fuck, armin?”

armin walked back to his desk – he seated himself on his chair, and held his pen in-between his fingers, “do you need anything, y/n?” you almost wanted to say no but who else would send you the notes other than armin? “yeah, need you send me all the notes from last week,” a small smirked formed on the corner of armins lips he placed his hand on his chin before he started speaking.

“sure, i’ll send you the notes” a smile of victory covered your face before armin started speaking again, “but, only if you let me have s-sex with you” armin stuttered – his shy personality still there. your smile immediately dropped when you heard armin, “with you? you’re probably a virgin” you chuckled before armin got up from his place and cornered you between the wall.

“i am?” it was armins turn to laugh, his hands roamed your body, “do you want the notes or not?” armins hand slowly made their way under your shirt – making contact with your breasts. “i-i do!” your breathe hitched, your eyes widened. the armin right now, is a different armin.

armin tucked down your shirt, your tits bouncing from the impact, “no bra?” armin snickered before he started toying with them, pinching and twisting your nipples, enjoying your reactions. as you squirm underneath him.

his hand making their way downwards, toying with the end of your underwear. his pointer finger rubbing your cunt from above the fabric, creating a wet damp on your panties. “oh? you’re enjoying this? what a slut.”

you shook your head, “no, not a slut” you managed to let out – armin gripped your hair, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. “don’t lie y/n, don’t even try to deny it. i see you throwing yourself at a new guy every day, pressing your breasts against him as you ask for help with your homework later at your place just for it to end up with you stuffed full of his cock, am i right?” for armin, that was just guess. everything he said was a guess. but he knew he was right when he saw how your eyes widened at his words.

“seems like i’m right” he whispered into your ears, you were slightly trying to break free from armins grip on you – but he was way too far stronger than you. “don’t even try,” armin was staring at you from above, his eyes full of hatred.

armin carried you and then seated you on his desk, pushing his books and papers aside. armin forcefully spread your legs apart, “s-stop..” armin shushed you – a wide evil smirk on the corner of his lips, armin pulled your panties before he let’s go of them, watching as they snap back to your aching cunt “this thing is in my way,” armin spoke – referring to your white panties that was keeping armin away from your slicked cunt.

without any hesitation, armin ripped your panties, causing you to let out a gasp — “what the fuck! n-no!” armin let out a light chuckle at your reaction, his blonde hair covering his eyes as he laughed at your weak state.

your dripping cunt was on full display for armin, your wet folds and your tight hole fully exposed for armin to see. armin’s cock throbbed in his pants as he stared at your pussy, he licked his lips before he tugged down his pants, his cock sprung out, causing you to slowly back away.

“want you to help me” armin slurred, you shook your head, repeating “no” as armin got closer to you. “you can’t say no, no isn’t an option.” tears started to swell up at the corner of your eyes and armin could almost feel bad, but the memory of you using him encourages him to continue his vile acts.

armin gave his cock a few strokes before lining it up your entrance, teasing your cunt by pushing his length in and slowly slipping it out — his tip nudging your clit which made you cover your mouth to stop any sounds from slipping. armin then forcefully shoves his cock deep within your pussy, a groan follow right after. “pussy so warm” armin said as he slowly starts thrusting into you.

armin dick was dragging along your velvet colored walls, his thrusts slow and gentle, not breaking his rhythm. “already so obsessed with this slutty pussy, so tight & warm, fuck.” armin uttered. armins thrusts slowly turned into rough-fast thrusts, his hips bucking into you aggressively.

you finally decided to give up and let your moans fall from your lips as armin continued to ruin & abuse your pussy with his mean, rough thrusts. “you like this, don’t you? always having different men use this pussy of yours, s’ finally my turn” armin spat. slight groans left armin as your cunt fluttered around his dick, deliciously.

while armin was whispering degrading words into your ears, he was getting closer & closer to his climax. “oh fuck, getting close, shit.” his dick was hitting your deepest spot, that spongy spot that made you feel so good and made you moan out loudly.

your cries mixed with your moans had armins cock twitch inside your cunt, “ah — fuck!” armin hisses, his thrusts not losing their rhythm, despite turning messy and sloppy.

“g’nna cum, fuckfuck!” armin let out a loud muffled moan as he emptied his balls, deep inside your pussy. his hot spurts making you feel so full.

armins breath hitched, letting out low pants. as soon as armin settled down from his high orgasm, he pulled out of your cunt, slowly. his semen dripping from your entrance and ruining the desk.

armin hummed in satisfaction, a smile of victory on plastered on his face. your messy cunt, your crying face, that was all caused by armin.

armin was proud of himself.

“maybe, you’re g’nna have to do this everytime you want something from me, how about that?” armin questioned in delight. you couldn’t respond, just sobbing silently.

“will take this as a yes, now go on & get yourself cleaned — don’t wanna have you staying here for too long.” armin was ready to leave before he adds on; “ah, also, will send you the notes later, thank you for entertaining me for a bit.” you watched as armin left to clean himself in the bathroom, causing you to cry much harder.

no matter how much you cry though, armin was certain that you will be coming back here, crawling. begging him to send you all the work.

#aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot x reader #armin smut #armin x y/n #armin x reader #armin aot #aot x you #attack on titan x reader

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sunshineting · 11 months

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Donquixote Doflamingo x f!reader

word count- 2.6k

summary- Doffy hears you talking shit and offers you a solution to keep your job 🤍

minors do not interact pls THIS IS SMUT

author’s note- this took me forever to finish haha hope ya like it :)

“Fuck my stupid boss. Fuck this job. And fuck this giant ass mansion! Ughh!”

You have a love-hate relationship with your job. You love how much it pays you and hate everything else. You were hired as a… well you didn’t exactly have a name for it, but housekeeper/ assistant was the closest you could think of. Dishes, laundry, tidying, and general upkeep were the main components of your job. Occasionally, you were tasked with personally aiding the young master in setting up appointments and picking up dry cleaning. It wasn’t just you, thankfully, there was a small team you worked with to achieve all the household tasks. You were, however, the only one the young master seemed to torment the most. He treated you like his personal puppy, as if you worked only for him and not the whole house. Of course, Donquixote Doflamingo is your official employer, but taking care of the whole house is in your job description.

Stupid, handsome, arrogant Doflamingo. Just thinking of him brings a scowl to your face.

“Do My LaUnDrY, wAsH mY bEd LiNeN, cAnCeL tHiS aPpOiNtMeNt” you mock him with an exaggeratedly deep dumb voice. “As if there’s not a million other people that live here, too.”

The young master always wanted your attention first. He always makes sure you wash his clothes first, make his bed first, make that one snack from your culture just for him. Before you’d even had a chance to eat this morning, you were already reminded of the plethora of things you had to do today. Doffy was “nice” enough to leave a sticky note of everything you were to do for him, so you wouldn’t forget. You don’t even know what the guy does all day, but you do know that he has a lot of fucking requests.

“Y’know, that impression of me wasn’t half bad,” your boss says with an ominous chuckle. A chill runs down your spine. You straighten yourself up and turn around. You were in his room, finishing his laundry with your back facing the door.

“M-Mister Donquixote, hello, how are you?” You greet, trying (and failing) to be normal.

“Oh, I’m Mister Donquixote now? A moment ago I was your stupid boss. And something about fucking me?” He takes a domineering step toward you. You try your best to avoid looking up at him and avoid eye contact. Well, sunglass contact, in his case. Something about those winged, reflective sunglasses of his intimidated you. It’s like you were forced to look at yourself. He’s so tall, he towers over most people, so combining that with his overbearing personality made you feel so incredibly small.

“I’m so so sorry, sir. My words are inexcusable and I’ll accept any disciplinary action you see fit,” you rush out. Even though the work itself kinda sucked, you really had a good set up. You lived on the estate, got paid a bunch, and even got decent vacation time. You definitely couldn’t afford to lose this job.

“Any disciplinary action? So if I told you to get on your knees and follow me like a puppy, you’d do it?”

Your brain short circuits for a moment. What did he say? Get on your knees and what? You’d thought of being on your knees for the man, but not like this. It’d be a lie if you said he wasn’t attractive, but you’d imagined hate fucking him; not whatever this is.

“I-um I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand, sir.”

“You heard me. If I ask you to get on the floor on your hands and knees… will you obey? It’s more of a rhetorical question, of course, because I know you will. I know you’ll do anything to keep this job,” Doflamingo smirks. You don’t know where to look, so you settle your eyes on the floor as you bend down into a kneeling position. Your eyes eventually trail up. On your knees with your legs tucked under you, Doflamingo looks even more gigantic than usual. The sound of laughter fills your ears. Your boss’ lips are stretched into an open-mouthed smile as he cackles.

“Maybe you’re dumber than I gave you credit for. Use that little brain; you do have one right? I didn’t tell you to kneel, I asked you a question,” he sneers. Feeling stupid, tears prickle your eyes. Your mouth forms a pout as you try to stand. However, a hand on your head keeps you from doing so.

“Aht aht, I didn’t say stand up. Turn that pathetic frown upside down, little girl. I’m about to give you the chance to redeem yourself.”

This is so embarrassing. The bastard blond has you following him around the mansion like a puppy. Your task is to crawl next to him on your hands and knees until he orders you not to.

“Uhahahahaha! I see you’re having some fun today, Doffy.” A grimace displays on your features. This is one of the last people you want to see right now.

“Diamante! You know I had to train my little pet here,” your boss guffaws. You roll your eyes.

“Speak, bitch,” Doflamingo commands.

“Hello Mr Diamante,” you grit out. You resist the urge to bite them both on the ankles. Next, Doffy walks you back to his room. Oh thank God, this is almost over. Your knees and hands are sore and all you want is your dignity back.

“Strip.”

“Alright, you’ve had your–” you start to protest. Doflamingo grabs your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks together. His unexpected contact sends a slight throb to your core.

“You do what I say when I say it. Understood?” He bites. The faintest whimper escapes your throat. You didn’t even want to admit it to yourself, but him touching you like this was turning you on.

“Oh? No, don’t tell me,” he chuckles, “are you getting horny right now?” Wetness pools in between your legs.

“D-Doffy please…” The humiliation is too much, your cunt is throbbing and weeping for attention. You’d never thought of it before, but having someone be so in control of you was kinda hot. You don’t have to think for yourself; all you have to do is be pretty and follow instructions.

“Mmmm I knew there was a reason I liked you,” his hand trails down to your neck, “Stand.” With his huge hand gripping almost your whole neck, you manage to pull yourself up off your knees.

Doflamingo continues, “No matter how much work I give you, you always complete it to perfection. I do ask more of you than the other workers here, but it’s because you’re reliable and I like that. There’s very few people in this world that I trust and you’re becoming one of them. I’ll let you keep your job and you just have to trust me and trust that I’ll give you the best time of your life.”

He applies slight pressure to your neck and a faint smile graces your lips. “Thank you, Doflamingo,” you breathe out. He commands you to strip again and you obey, leaving yourself only in a matching black bra and panty set. Your boss removes his signature pink fluffy coat and unbuttons his shirt, revealing his sculpted abs. His skin is so smooth, nary a blemish to be seen. On your knees yet again, your mouth begins to water as you hungrily go to undo his pants next. You hear a chuckle, “Quite the eager one.”

When you at last free him from the constraints of his pants, you’re in awe. The biggest, angriest looking cock you’d ever seen stood before you. The thing is massive; probably ten inches long and incredibly thick. It’s about two shades darker than the rest of him, with a pink tip. The vein that appears on his forehead when he’s mad doesn’t even hold a candle to the thick veins running along his shaft. You feel the salivation pooling in your mouth; you need him in your throat immediately.

“Can I suck it, sir?”

“Go ahead.”

You take him in your hand, fingers barely able to wrap fully around. Kissing his tip, you stroke him. You lick swirls around the head and make your way down his shaft. Doflamingo sucks in a hiss. Your lips are stretched open as far as they can go as you maintain suction. He feels so good in your hot mouth. The head you’re giving him is so sloppy, so wet all because you’re so eager to please him. Doffy weaves a hand through your hair and pulls you back. You gasp for air, having forgotten to breathe in your desperation.

“Keep sucking me like that, and I might give you a raise,” he smirks. He pushes your head back down on his cock. As you bob your head, you pump him with one hand and massage his heavy balls with the other. A groan escapes your boss’ throat and it gives you all the encouragement you need to keep going. Yes, your jaw is tired. Yes, you’re holding your breath longer than you probably should. And yes, your pussy is absolutely dripping. But you persist. You want to make him cum so bad, you’re so needy for it. You also kinda want that raise. Sneakily, you try to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of the ache coming from your cunt. However, nothing escapes the attentiveness of your boss.

“Needy like a bitch in heat. Did I tell you you could pleasure yourself?” The last thing you wanted now was to be denied any relief. With him still in your mouth, you look up to his glasses with pleading eyes. You look an absolute mess like this. Drool dripping down your chin, mouth full, and tears welling in your eyes. Doffy pulls you back from him once more.

“You know what? I’ll allow it. I want you to touch yourself while I watch,” he says. He pulls you onto his massive bed, the cushy mattress sucking you in. The bed linen is so soft and inviting, it takes nothing for you to get comfortable. On your back, you slowly spread your legs for him to see. Every cell in your body is alight. You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before stroking your slit through your panties. They were fucking soaked, you just couldn’t help it. You swirl a finger over your clothed clit and release a whimper. You wish it was Doffy’s long thick fingers instead of your own. As you pinch your nipple with your other hand, your back arches.

“Take them off.”

Eagerly, you remove your thin panties and bra. Just like that you’re completely exposed. You look towards the large blond man in front of you, his sunglasses reflecting your naked body. A wave of embarrassment floods you, so you close your eyes. With your eyes closed and head back, you run your ring and middle fingers from your hole to your clit. Your little cunny is dripping, weeping, begging for more. The two fingers enter your achy hole, but they don’t provide the stretch you desire. You want to be stretched out, filled, and used. With your digits now fully soaked, you bring them back to your puffy clit. You circle the nerve bundle over and over until you feel an orgasm rapidly approaching. Your muscles begin to tense, your back arches further, and your pussy tightens. Doflamingo can tell you’re close.

“Enough,” he speaks. You make the mistake of ignoring him while trying to chase your high. A rough hand grips your wrist, pulling it away from your cunt. Your eyes snap open.

“I said enough,” Doflamingo states.

“But I was so close,” you whine. He chuckles.

“You cum when I say you cum. Besides, I want you to finish from my doing, not your own.”

With that, he slides his middle finger into you. His fingers are so much bigger than yours, both in thickness and length. You suck in a breath.

“Absolutely soaked,” Doffy mutters to himself. He feels his cock jump, needing to feel your slick. He adds his ring finger and the two digits work in tandem to send you over the edge. Curling them, spreading them, jutting them deep inside you, he brings you closer and closer to your bliss. You’re trying to hold it together, but the whimpers and moans keep escaping you. You definitely didn’t want anyone passing his door to hear you. It was bad enough that the wet squelching sounds of your pussy filled the room. When Doffy brings his thumb to your clit is when all hope is lost. A loud mewl releases from you at the overstimulation. It’s all so much, you just want to cum.

“D-doffy, pleasepleaseplease lemme cum fuck ‘m right there please!” you plead.

“Give it to me,” the man grits out. His dick feels like it’s going to explode, he’s never been so achingly hard before. Watching your orgasm wash over you, Doffy feels precum leak from his tip. Your pussy sucks his fingers in, squeezing them tightly. Your legs tremble and all the muscles in your body release their tension at long last. The most guttural moan flows out of you. A stream of curses and thank yous comes from you as you come down from your high. Without missing a beat, the large man flips you over on your tummy. He needed to be inside you immediately. You feel the bulbous head press against your entrance. Not wasting any time, you push yourself onto him. The stretch he gives you is sinfully sweet. A tight groan seeps from Doflamingo’s throat. He knew you’d be tight, but not this much. He takes his time pushing into you further, wanting to savor the feeling of your squishy walls surrounding each inch of him until bottoming out.

“Fuck yourself on my cock. Make me cum. I know you can do it,” Doflamingo encourages. This was all you needed to start slapping your ass against him. He hits the deepest part of you, his tip kissing your cervix with every movement. The blond smacks your asscheek harshly. The sting sends goosebumps across your flesh. You glide yourself along his length, back and forth until you feel a second orgasm approach you. Doffy decides you aren’t moving fast enough for his liking, grasping your hips and pounding into you. His rough grip is bound to leave bruises, but it feels oh so heavenly. As your pussy flutters around him, Doffy feels himself approaching his orgasm. Your tight walls surround him, hot and inviting, he debates on pulling out.

Fuck it.

“I’m about to cum, you joining me or what?” he grunts out. At that, he spills his seed inside you, filling you to the brim and leaking out of you. The permission to cum added with the feeling of Doflamingo’s heavy load leaves you crumbling around him. Your muscles shake, your cunt has Doffy’s softening cock in a chokehold, almost squeezing him out. As you still tremble, he eases out of you gently and caresses your hips.

“Hey. You did good. Just uh, take it easy for a while,” your boss murmurs. You’re barely conscious at this point, so you don’t really register his words. Too worn out to move, you lay there on his oh so comfortable bed, dozing off to sleep.

“I hope you don’t think this was a one time thing, young lady. You’re part of the family now, I’m not letting you go.”

#donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo smut #doflamingo x reader #doflamingo x y/n #doflamingo x yn #donquixote doflamingo x reader #one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #kait's writes

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meiissblog · 7 months

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Another life part 2: 🤍 Gojo x Fem reader (isekai fic)

THIS STORY IDEA WAS TAKEN FROM @stsg-losers thank you for this amazing idea! 😊💕

⚠️MAJOR SPOILERS for Jujutsu kaisen ⚠️

(If you’re not caught up with the JJK manga avoid this story at all costs).

Please read all the parts of this story first you can find all the chapters Here.

~ Another life 🤍 ~

Scenario: After losing to Sukuna and after seeing all his friends in the “afterlife”. Gojo decides to go north and be reincarnated into a new world little did he know this new life would be everything he’s ever wanted.

⚠️WARNINGS ⚠️

Some sexual talk.

Some angst but allot of fluffy love 😭

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Gojo POV:

We were driving back from the elementary school when y/n turned down the music in the car.

“Oh, I forgot I need to stop by the grocery store, are you okay with staying in the car for a bit Toru or do you want me to bring you home first?”. “No, I want to go in with you and Miyoko”. “Oh okay! It shouldn’t be that long, I just need to pick up a few things”. “Mommy, Yuji, and Nobara are coming over, you might want to get extra snacks they stole my fruity gummies last time”. “- you’re right thank you for reminding me sweetie I’ll buy you more today”. We pull into the grocery store parking lot.

I watch as y/n gets Miyoko out of her car seat. “Be on your best behavior today you make sure to hold onto Daddy’s hand, and don’t run off like you usually do got it”. “I know mama, I won’t I promise”. Y/n sets Miyoko on the ground, She immediately runs up to me holding my hand.

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As we walk through the grocery store, I take a moment to appreciate how peaceful everything is. it’s kind of nice to not be constantly on edge, waiting for monsters and or people to come to attack you at any moment. Me and Miyoko walk along behind y/n who is currently walking a little ahead of us. I admire her watching her perfectly plump ass as she walks.

when a sharp pain in my head stops me in my tracks, I hold my head for a moment letting the feeling subside. “Daddy are you okay?”. I stand there for one more moment longer then I look over to Miyoko she looks up at me with worry, I smile at her. “Yeah, I’m fine don’t worry”. I look around for y/n just to see her talking to an older man in a business suit. He grabs y/n’s shoulder and looks her over in a way that’s a little less than friendly. I start to walk up to them when Miyoko tugs on my arm. “Daddy no, can we go somewhere else I don’t like Mr. Anderson, he’s creepy”. “What do you mean he’s creepy?”. “The way he looks at Mom I don’t like it, Mommy doesn’t like him either he always yells at her on the phone”. “Oh, really? Let’s go help your mom everything will be fine I’m right here I won’t let him get near you”.

We walk up to y/n and Mr. Anderson they seem to be bickering back and forth in English. “I’m not doing that, I already told you over the phone. Coming to Japan makes no difference Mike and how the hell did you find where I live”. “It wasn’t that hard y/n I just looked it up on the internet, and oh, look here it’s Mr. Satoru. Glad to see you're recovering so well from your accident. I heard it was pretty bad, and is that little Miyoko I see wow you’re getting so big”. Mike starts to come towards us Miyoko immediately hides behind my leg.

I immediately grab Mike by the shirt. “Thanks for your worry!”. I pull him towards me bringing him close so I can whisper into his ear. “leave my family alone, we are here to shop and you're causing a scene. Not only that you're pissing me off by staring at my wife”. “Tsk, you don’t scare me”. “Oh really? Well, I should now go”. I let Mike go pushing him away. I turn around picking up Miyoko bushing her white hair from her face. “Let’s keep going y/n and let’s get home”. “Y-yeah, you’re right let’s go”.

We finish up our shopping and head back to the car, I put Miyoko into her car seat for y/n. When Y/n walks up to me handing me a Sailor Moon coloring book. She whispers.” I found this while shopping, Miyoko loves Sailor Moon she’s going to freak out, I’ll let you do the honors in giving it to her”. Y/n walks back to put the groceries away. “Oh Miyoko, look what your mom found”. I hand her the coloring book. “OH MY GOSH THANK YOU”. She hugs the notebook swinging her feet. “I can’t wait to get home and color in it thank you”. I Pat her head then I close the door.

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We arrive back home, and I get out of the car and help Miyoko out of her car seat once again. I also go over to help y/n carry in groceries but she stops me. “g-gojo it’s fine you can go inside, you’re still injured, I can take care of this myself”. “ the both of you can head inside we got this”.

“kids, hey!”. “Hey, Mrs. Satoru”. Yuji and Nobara say at the same time

jinxing each other in the process.

“Hey, Mrs. Satoru! Mimiko and Nanako also walk up waving. “Oh, hey girls, Happy to see you two Does Geto know you’re here”. “Yeah, Dad knows”. “Big sisters!”. “Miyoko runs up to the two of them Nanako immediately picks her up smiling everyone heads inside.

As all of us head inside my head is starts to throb again. “Sorry, y/n but I’m going to go lay down again”. “Do you want me to bring you more pain medicine?”. “That would be great”. I walk back to our bedroom feeling existed. Damn, I’m not used to having an injury like this, in the other universe I’d be able to reverse it.

I lay there for a bit with my eyes closed until I hear y/n enter. She hands me a glass of water and some medicine. “Your vision isn’t blurry, is it?”. “No, it’s fine”. “Good!”. I take the glass and pills from her when She leans over casually kissing me on the side of the forehead. My eyes widen slightly, she immediately backs away. “O-oh no I’m sorry! I forgot you don’t remember me, that was just a force of habit. I hope I didn’t upset you”.

I lay down shaking my head. “it’s fine,

I wouldn’t be mad if you did it again”. I smirk at her. “I-if you’re sure..”. I nod yes. She leans over kissing me this time on the middle of my forehead. “you’re cute y/n”. She blushes standing upright. “Thank you, Toru I-I’ll let you know when dinner is ready”.

Y/N POV:

I walk back out towards the kitchen my face still slightly red, That man is going to be the death of me. I think to myself. when I look over at all the kids lying around the living room. “Hey, kids I’m making dinner if you need me I’ll be in the kitchen”. they all answer me back with various responses, as I head into the kitchen, shocked to see Geto already putting stuff away.

“Oh Geto, you don’t need to do that you’re a guest”. I walk up to him with a concerned look. “Please, y/n it’s fine I’m just helping out since I assume Satoru is resting”. “Yeah, he’s had a big day today”. Me and Geto put the rest of the groceries away keeping out the ingredients for tonight’s dinner.

“Okay, y/n what are we doing”. “I’m making homemade pizza! For dinner, I hope you and the girls are okay with that”. “The girls love pizza that Sounds good y/n”. “Fantastic! First off, I got to turn on this oven”. I turn on the oven quickly then I head off the sink washing my hands very well. “If you can grab the dough out of the refrigerator for me, it should be on the first shelve towards the back”. I grab a couple of pizza pans from out of the lower cupboard laying them out as Geto hands the homemade pizza dough.

I unwrap one Bach of the dough and I begin to shape it to the pan as I usually do. “so,

y/n what did you and Satoru talk about”.

“I caught him up on some things that have to do with the kids and some about my background, could you grab the pizza sauce, it's also on the first shelf”. Geto nods walking over to the refrigerator grabbing the bowl of pizza sauce he walks over to me laying the bowl on the counter. I pour some of the oregano into the sauce before I start spreading it into the pizza.

“Are you okay? Y/n”. I stop for a moment shocked by his question, but I continue spreading the sauce onto the pizza already placing the cheese.

“I’m fine, geto”. “You’ve been holding things together pretty well all things concerned y/n”. “I try…”. I set the plain cheese pizza aside repeating the steps but adding pepperoni to the top. “Toru, losing his memories is kinda hard of course.. but he has it harder than me, imagine waking up in a place you don’t recognize at all”. I make one more half cheese and pepperoni pizza. Geto puts all the pizzas into the often for me. “Y/n, it’s okay for you to talk about your frustrations as well I don’t mind listening”. “Well,… it’s not frustration, it’s more sadness. Knowing that the man I’ve been with for 5 years no longer remembers me or his children is a lot to take in. But at least he’s still here and alive…”.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you y/n, Do you think some of the people threatening you caused Satoru to get into the accident”. I nervously mess with my hair. “I don’t know maybe? The police asked me the same question, that thought scares me. especially after what happened today”. “What happened?”. “Anderson, my father's old business partner came up to me at the grocery store”. “What did he do?”.

“Nothing crazy, he just was arguing with me again about selling my father's company to some of the shareholders. I don’t care what he says I’m not selling my father’s company to those people, I’m still waiting on the right seller. -

the company isn’t struggling right now, I mean we are still doing the same as we always have with me at the command- ”.

“Mommy!”. I Watch as Megumi and Miyoko enter the kitchen hand in hand. “Can I get some fruit gummies please”. I bend down to Miyoko’s level. “You do realize dinner is going to be ready soon”. “I know, but I just want one bag please”. “Fine, but just one this is your reward for being so good at the grocery store”. I stand back up grabbing two packs of the fruit gummies I hand one to Miyoko and I hold one out to Megumi. “Mom I don’t need any-“. “I know you want some as well just take it”. Megumi sheepishly takes the bag and they head back to the living room.

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- a few weeks later-

Gojo POV:

A few weeks pass everything is still going great my recovery is going along smoothly and I’m sort of getting used to this relaxed life. So far I’m enjoying it.

The night was creeping in and everything had calmed down, all the guests had already gone home. Everyone had retired to their separate rooms and I was ready to relax, I get into my and y/n’s bed turning on the TV.

When the bathroom door in our bedroom swings open. I look over to see y/n in nothing but her underwear, holding one of our bathroom towels and running it through her beautiful hair. My eyes fixate on her entire body for a second before reality hits me and I look away out of respect. “Oh, you! You’re in here I’m sorry just ignore me. I forgot my pajamas in the dresser”. “I-it’s fine y/n”. I continue to look away but my curiosity gets stronger as I hear her shuffling through the dresser doors. I decided to have one more peek. I turn my head slightly just to see her back towards me, my eyes travel down to her ass I can feel myself getting hot after seeing that she was wearing a thong. “Toru, I need to talk to you”. “Y-yeah.., uh- what is it y/n”. “About that concert, you know the one that the kids are going to in a few days. Well, I’m still worried about it”. “Y/n I’m sure they’ll be okay I mean they’re all high schoolers aren’t they”. “No, you probably don’t remember, kenshi our biological son is only 13”. “Wait! That tall kid is only 13?!”. “Yeah, he’s 3 years younger than Megumi, I’m letting you know this because I’m worried about him I mean I’m worried about Megumi, Tsumiki, Yuji, and Nobara - well, all of them but they're all older, and Kenshi-“. I get up from the bed going over to y/n she turns around as cage her in using my arms. I smirk to myself slightly as she blushes. “He’s already done the work and so has Megumi, they earned the money and did a decent job. I know you’re nervous but it would be unfair to not let him go after they worked so hard”. Y/n still looks worried I sigh. “he’s going to be with his siblings I’m sure he’ll be fine. I was thinking since all the teens will be gone maybe we could find someone to watch Miyoko for a few hours”. She raises her eyebrow at me. “and why is that”. “ I figured Since I’ve lost my memories maybe they’d come back a bit faster,

if we were to spend some quality time together”. “Oh, really? Gojo? What kind of quality time?”. She looks up at me in a teasing way rubbing her hands up and down against my biceps. “Maybe we could watch a movie have some dinner and then -”. I put my lips to her ear. “I could rail you into that mattress”. “Oh you’d do that to a “stranger” huh?”. I start to kiss the side of her neck as her arms wrap around my waist.

Just then I hear a tiny knock on the door me and y/n pull apart immediately as Miyoko opens the door, carrying her blankly and stuffed cat in her arms. I also notice her eyes are red like she was crying. I go over to her picking her up immediately as y/n scrambles to find a nightgown.

“Are you okay Miyoko?”. “I had a scary dream.. she trembles hugging me tightly around my neck, as she starts to cry. I rub the back of her head. “What was it about”. “I don’t wanna talk about it”. She sobs harder.

I carry her over to the bed, sitting on the side of it still holding Miyoko. Y/n now dressed in her nightgown walks over to us. She sits beside me as she rubs Miyoko’s back. After a few moments, Miyoko finally sits back looking up at us her red eyes still running with tears and her nose dripping. Y/n grabs some tissues from our side table wiping Miyoko’s face softly. “Are you ready to talk about it?”. She nods yes. “I had a dream a man was outside my window”. Me and y/n look at each other for a moment as Miyoko continues to explain. “I was sleeping in my bed, and I thought I heard someone tapping on the outside of my window. I opened my eyes to see a figure I thought I was still dreaming or imagining it so I covered my head and tried to go back to sleep. I was too scared to move, so I stayed there for a few minutes until I finally got the courage to look out the window again, and there was nobody there”. Just then Megumi opens the door. “Hey is everything okay? Why is Miyoko crying?”. I hand Miyoko to y/n and I get up. “I’m going outside to check things, stay here with your mother if I’m not back in 10 minutes call the police”. Y/n tries to grab my arm pleading with me to stop, but I ignore her heading outside.

I open our front door locking it behind me as I quietly head outside. It is pretty dark, there are a few lights on the outside of the house but it looks like we need more. I move very quietly through the grass listening for any sound. I wish I had my six eyes right about now. I think to myself when I hear some shuffling in the bushes near Miyoko’s room. I get ready to attack when a black cat jumps from out of the bush, I’m shocked to see. One tiny kitten walks out from that same area. The mom and the kitten rub against my legs I check back behind The bush and around the area luckily I don’t find a human or any other cats. Well, at least it wasn’t a person.

I pick up the cats they’re pretty skinny and they seem used to people I wonder if they’re lost? I bring them inside. As I walk in the door a cold sweat breaks out on my neck,

I can feel y/n’s eyes burning into me oh man she’s pissed and I’m in trouble I can feel it.

I lock the front door, just to see y/n, Miyoko, and Megumi sitting on the couch. Y/n’s stare is making me nervous. “L-Luckily what you saw wasn’t a person Miyoko it was a black cat”. Miyoko runs over excitedly. “more kitties awe!”. “ you can look at them, but you can’t touch them yet. We don’t know what diseases they could be carrying we don’t want you or Kyo getting sick”. y/n walks over her arms crossed. She looks at the two cats reaching out and petting the black cat's head she sighs. “I’ll set up an area for them in the guest room until we can get them checked out by a vet”. y/n says in a stern voice waking away. Megumi gets up shrugging.

“Okay then, Goodnight dad, good luck on trying to get Mom to forgive you”. My eye twitches slightly. When Miyoko gets my attention tugging on the bottom of my shirt. “Daddy, I’m scared to sleep in my room by myself can I sleep by you and Mama”. “Let’s go ask your mom first”.

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Me, y/n and Miyoko get cozy in me and y/n’s shared bed we sit and watch the original Frozen. “You don’t have to worry about going to school tomorrow little one, it’s 2:09 am am you’ll be way too tired”. “Okay, mama”. I Watch as Miyoko falls asleep hugging y/n’s arm. I reach over and stroke Miyoko’s hair when me And y/n’s eyes meet she looks at me with the same scary look from earlier. I smile at her nervously. “Hey, y/n I’m sorry-“. “ you ever make me worry for your safety again, you. won’t have to worry about someone else trying to kill you, because I’ll do it myself”. She turns her attention back to the movie. “o-okay”. Women are so terrifying.

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Be Okay pt.1

Satoru Gojo x Reader

Angst, mentions of cheating. You find your lover with another woman and decide it’s time to move on.

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I wish things were different. My lover, Satoru, has been acting different lately. He’s not so cheerful anymore and neither am I. I just didn’t realize how much pain I would be in. I can’t stay with him anymore. He no longer treats me the way he use to. I’ve tried to talk to him about my feelings, but he acts like nothing is wrong. I don’t smile as much I use to. My heart aches with my realization. That our love has failed. That all of those sweet words were temporary and that we were doomed from the start. That soon enough I will be losing my “perfect romance.

Today I found out he was seeing another woman. I don’t know her name, but I do know that she is very pretty. I found them at a coffee shop four blocks from our shared apartment. I never heard what they said. I just saw how Satoru smiled when he looked at her. It wasn’t a half assed smile either. This was the same way he looked at me throughout our four year relationship. He looked like he was enjoying himself with her. She was just as enthusiastic about being with him as well.

At first I tried to deny the truth from myself. That maybe she was just a friend that he hadn’t seen in a long time and they were catching up. That he maybe was just putting on a happy act with a friend. But my theories were shot down quickly when I saw something that crushed my very soul. He kissed her. And not just a small peck. But a genuine kiss filled with passion and even perhaps, love.

After I saw them share a kiss, I decided to go home. My heart was aching so bad that it felt as though the very air in my lungs were bricks. With tear stained eyes, I pushed my way into the apartment. I didn’t even make it to the couch as my legs felt so weak. I just had to stop and and cry. I had never cried so hard In my life.

My tears fell and my face grew numb from my cries. The emotions going through me were a mix of sadness, pain, anger, and confusion. It’s felt as though they were all mixed up in a sort of emotional wave. It could control my cries nor did I want to. So I let myself feel for as long as I needed to.

About an hour later, I started to calm down. I still felt horrible, but now I needed to take care of myself. I’m not going to wallow in my pain right now. Satoru could be home soon and I just don’t want to face him. Why should I? Why should I face him, when he wasn’t ready to face me? Why couldn’t he just say he didn’t love me anymore? I would’ve preferred that over finding him with that beautiful woman.

I decided I needed to leave. There was nothing holding me to this apartment anymore. Satoru paid for it. Lord knows he can afford it. So got up and went into our shared bedroom to pack my things. Good thing I’ve never been one too hold on to a lot of stuff. Just some clothes, toiletries, and a few souvenirs I had from my childhood. And I packed them all in about two suitcases and a small bag.

I called f/n and told them everything going on and they didn’t hesitate to let me stay with them until I could find my own place to stay. It feels so nice to have someone like them. Hell, I don’t know how well I’ll manage without their support. They told me they’d be over in 15 minutes and right now I’m just hoping Satoru won’t be come home. I don’t wish to see the man that broke my trust.

While waiting, I wrote him a letter. Explaining my feelings without actually talking to him because I know that I would not be able to contain my emotions. In the letter, I told him what I saw. And how there is no way that he wasn’t with her after what I had seen. How he had broken my trust and threw our love away like it was nothing. Like how I was nothing. I thanked him for loving me though all these years and hoped that at least some of it was real. Finally I told him that I hope he’s happy with her and that I will be moving on with my life. That I do not wish for him to contact me. That I am going to be okay.

I left the note on the kitchen counter along with the necklace he gave me on our first anniversary. I didn’t even look back at the apartment and I’m so glad that he didn’t come home while I was waiting for f/n. I feel like I somehow waisted years of my life on someone who could never truly love me. And that hurt my heart even more. I just hope one day that I can be okay. I’m just sad that he won’t be in my life anymore. But it’s going to be okay.

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You’ve Got Me Hooked - Chapter 4

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Riley McKenzie)

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“Hey.” I nearly jump a mile high out of my chair when I hear Sy’s voice coming from the door. “It’s nice to see ya home. You gonna be joinin’ me for dinner?”

“Wh— what?” I stammer out, shutting my laptop and looking at my watch. “Shit! Is it almost five already?”

“Sure is.”

A thump comes from somewhere in the back of the apartment, followed by the sound of Aika’s nails clicking against the hardwood as she rushes to greet Sy. She’s always eager to see him on days where he hits the gym before going to work.

“I stopped off to get some groceries,” he says, rubbing Aika’s belly as her back leg kicks furiously. “How do ya feel about grilled chicken burgers?”

“Oh, umm…” I bite my lip, looking down at my lap.

“Ya don’t normally work on Tuesdays nights, right?”

I don’t know if I should be flattered that he’s memorized my work schedule or terrified that he’s memorized my work schedule. I hope he hasn’t gotten suspicious as to where I go at night.

“No, I don’t. But don’t bother yourself with making dinner for me, I can fix myself something later.” I think I have a jar of pasta sauce at the back of the top shelf of the pantry. My dumb ass decided that I was going to be using the top three shelves while Sy got the bottom three. Apparently at the time I forgot that I am five foot four while he’s somewhere over six feet tall. By the time I realized my mistake, Sy had already stocked up his half and I don’t want to bother him by asking to switch.

“Hush now, it’s no bother. You’ve left dinner and breakfast for me more times than I can count and I’ve never returned the favor.”

I don’t add that we have never sat down to eat together either. Sy is a very handsome man and I am more than a little attracted to him. The more I get a peek into his personality, the more my little crush grows and I’m terrified of getting too attached. I retract my earlier statement, his attentiveness is definitively flattering.

Since Sy moved in, I no longer have the spare room to use as an office. I sold so much of my furniture while waiting to find a roommate that my things easily fit in my bedroom along with my queen bed while also leaving enough space to properly film.

When Sy isn’t home, I sometimes work on the kitchen island but since I can’t risk him seeing my screen while I edit my videos, I make sure to be locked in my room by the time he gets home. Well, normally I make sure of it. I got behind on my content for the week because I worked a double at the diner and I was trying to make my normal posting time for today which I guess is a lost cause now.

“Let me help you with that then,” I say, stacking my notebooks on my laptop.

“Woman, don’t ya dare get up.” He pins me with a look that leaves no room for argument. It doesn’t help that he’s waving around a kitchen knife but that just draws my attention to his forearm veins. He tends to talk with his hands and every time I end up ogling him like an idiot and lose track of the conversation. “You just keep on doin’ whatever it is that I interrupted and let me take care of this.”

I open my mouth, trying to think of a good reason why I can’t do that but come up empty. Shit, there I go again, losing my ability to think. I don’t want to be rude and go hide in my room while he slaves away in the kitchen but I can’t keep working with him right next to me. It’s just too risky.

“How about I just keep you company instead?”

Sy flashes me a warm smile that makes my stomach flutter. “Even better.”

He finishes emptying the two grocery bags, laying the items on the counter. Some he puts away for future use like the bacon and sausages that are his breakfast staples while the chicken goes next to the cutting board and the lettuce and tomatoes are set by the sink to be washed.

“Any food allergies I should be aware of?” He asks, pulling spices from the cupboard above the stove.

“Nope. What about you?”

“Not an allergy but I can’t stand peanut butter or those neon orange cheese spreads.”

I frown, folding my arms on the island. “Those are two very specific things to hate. What happened to the classics like broccoli or brussels sprouts?”

“I’m a grown man,” he argues, turning to look at me over his shoulder, “I feed those to Aika under the table.”

For the second time since I’ve met him, Sy has me giggling like a schoolgirl. He comes to stand across from me on the other side of the island and slices the tomato onto a plate.

“The MRE meals we get in the army have maybe two dozen mains and come with a bunch of different snacks. But the one thing ya always get? Peanut butter and jelly packets or that fuckin’ nacho cheese.”

I pull the bowl of clean Romaine closer to me, ignoring the glare Sy shoots at me as I start tearing the leaves into smaller pieces.

“How long have you been out?”

“Going on six months.”

My head shoots up, my mouth hanging open. “I didn’t realize it was that recent. You seem…”

He quirks an eyebrow at me when I don’t finish my thought. “I seem what?”

Oh fuck. Did I just offend him? I shouldn’t have asked when he got out, I know better than to talk about military life to veterans without knowing anything about their experience.

“I umm…”

Thankfully, Sy puts me out of my misery before I have a full blown panic attack.

“Darlin’, it’s okay. Tell me what you’re thinkin’.” His eyes go all soft and he tilts his head to the side, waiting for me to speak.

I clasp my hands together under the table to hide how much they are shaking.

“You seem well adjusted. You have a stable job, your weekly boys’ night… other than that ungodly hour you wake up at, I’d never guess you were fresh out.”

“You’re tellin’ me my wake up is ungodly when most of the time ya haven’t even been to sleep yet,” he pokes back, letting me know he really isn’t offended by what I said. “I guess I was lucky. My transition back to civilian life was easy for the most part. I’d planned it all out beforehand. The only thing that went wrong was comin’ home to a girlfriend who no longer loved me and even that, I wasn’t… disappointed?” he shrugs, dropping the seasoned chicken pieces onto the cast-iron grill pan he has heating on the stove. “I’d been wantin’ real bad to finally settle down but I guess I realized I didn’t actually want her . I wanted the idea of her.”

I wince at his choice of words. In a way, I know what he means. I feel that way often when guys come on to me at the club or even in my messages on my OnlyFans. They want Razzy, the sexy confident seductress. They would be very disappointed with plain old Riley.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what is it exactly that made you decide to leave. It sounds like you didn’t see it coming at all. I mean, you ended up squatting on your best friend’s couch.”

He opens up the fridge, taking out a beer and raising it up in a silent question. I nod and he pulls out a second bottle, opening both and handing one to me. He downs almost half the bottle in one go then leans his forearms on the counter, picking at the label.

“I always tried to be extra good to her ya know? To make up for bein’ away so much. I called or wrote every chance I got and I doted on her when I was home but on my last mission out, I couldn’t do any of that. She thought that meant I had found somebody else. She didn’t confront me with it though. She spent twelve months brewin’ up more and more anger towards me and when I got home, it just exploded. She dug through my things, looked at all my texts while I was in the shower, interrogated me every time I left the house... She was lookin’ for proof she never found so instead she started throwin’ some fucked up tests at me. She had friends hit on me at a bar while I was out, she left bras that weren’t hers around the bedroom for her to find.” He raises a hand making air quotes as he says the word find. “When I caught on to what she was doin’ we had a big fight and I moved out then and there.”

“That is… there are so many things wrong with that.” On the one hand I feel sorry for her. Dating an army captain couldn’t have been easy but did she really need to do all that? Even if she was feeling insecure, it was not okay to try to trick him into being unfaithful or going through his things.

“I guess what hurt the most was that after three years, she honestly believed that was the kind of man I was.”

I just nod, not knowing what more to say.

“What about you, are ya seein’ anyone?” After I stay quiet a second longer than I probably should, he answers for me. “Guess if ya were, ya wouldn’t be sharin’ your home with a stranger.”

I wonder what he would think if he knew I haven’t been on a date since I was in college. Granted, that was only three years ago, but still.

“You’ve gotten an idea of my social life, I don’t have many opportunities to meet people outside of work and I don’t relish the idea of dating a coworker or a client.” And the only men who’ve shown interest have asked while paying me to grind on their lap.

“Why do ya work so much?”

I’d be grateful for the change of subject but we moved from my dating life to my financial issues which is an improvement but not by much. I have to remind myself that Sy can’t be much better off than I am if he’s living here and so far, I’ve never known him to judge.

“Because I have my student loans to pay off plus some other debt I worked up while doing my unpaid internship.” I scoff, shaking my head at myself. “I thought working for some big name ad agency for a few months would unlock more doors for me but all it did was make me dig my hole deeper.”

“You ain’t got any family that can help ya out?”

Wow, we are really hitting all the sore spots tonight. Okay.

“They disowned me after I graduated high school. I didn’t follow in the family tradition of studying law at an Ivy league. If I had, I’d be staying in a penthouse in Manhattan, living lavish like my brother.”

“Ya don’t talk to him either?”

What’s the professional way of saying “my brother accidentally found my OnlyFans and showed it to my parents who then banned my name from ever being spoken in their presence and ensured I was blacklisted from every company in the Northeast”?.

“My brother won them in the divorce.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Sy flips the chicken then puts a bun in the toaster. “Ya studied marketing, right? Why was that the thing that convinced you to give it all up?”

“People hate marketing. It has such a bad reputation but it’s not reserved for the companies making millions by showing girls flashing their tits. Small startups with innovative ideas or people trying to do a bit of good in the world also use marketing to be successful. That’s what I want to do. I’m especially interested in social media and stuff but my last job didn’t really care for it.”

“What happened with that job? ‘Cause unless nine to five has taken to mean workin’ night shifts, seven days a week, I’m guessin’ ya aren’t there anymore.”

“When the economy tanked, so did they and the young girl who never pitched a single idea they liked was the first expense they cut before eventually shutting down completely. Nobody wants to hire someone who’s never held a job for more than a few months and the generic letter I got after my internship wasn’t exactly convincing.”

I never had summer jobs growing up. My parents didn’t want to be associated with anyone working for minimum wage. I didn’t get a job while I was in college because I didn’t want anything to negatively impact my grades and I didn’t realize how much debt I was racking up until it was too late.

The dark cloud that seemed to gather over me in the last ten minutes is lifted somewhat when Sy sets a plate down in front of me. The chicken looks straight up gorgeous and my stomach growls in response. He sits on the stool by my side and starts loading up his own burger.

“Ya know, my boss at the garage was lookin’ to do more advertisin’ but he’s got a tight budget. If ya want, I could mention your name, see if he would give ya a chance to help him with that.”

“Are you serious?” I hope he is, I really need an opportunity like this. When he nods, I have to hold back the urge to hug him.

“Sy, that would be amazing! It would give me something to put in a portfolio and if he likes it he might recommend me to some other people he knows.” Oh my god, Riley, get a grip. Aika’s ears will be hurting from how high my voice is getting. I look down at the hound and am met with a pair of big brown eyes looking up from where she is curled up at my feet.

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow,” he vows.

I feel so much lighter all of the sudden and I bite into my burger. We both eat without uttering a single word and by the time I finish my burger, Sy has another one ready for me. He’s already finished his second and has moved on to an apple he eats by cutting one piece at a time and lifting the blade to his lips.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to ya ‘bout somethin’.”

Uh oh. His tone is all serious all of the sudden.

“Okay?”

I wipe my hands on a napkin and drop the soiled paper onto my plate.

“Are you scared of me? ‘Cause I feel like ya always go out of your way to avoid me. If you’ve changed your mind, ‘bout me livin’ here then—”

“It’s not you,” I interrupt. If anything, he makes it harder to isolate myself but if I ever ended up seated on the same couch as Sy, I don’t know if I would be capable of keeping myself in check. There’s no way a guy looking to settle down would be interested in a trainwreck ten years younger than him. “I guess I’ve been on my own so long that I don’t know how else to be around people.”

“Well, I just wantcha to know ya don’t gotta hide. Hell, I’ve seen your DVD collection, it’s like ya bought out a Blockbuster and I know that ya watch ‘em in the livin’ room when I’m not around because I have to switch back the output in the evenings.”

It’s true. When I moved out of my parents’ house, the only things I was allowed to take were my bedding, my clothes — though I left anything with a designer label — and my DVDs. Damn him and his observation skills.

“You’re right. I’ll try to do that next time. But really Sy, I want you to know it’s not you doing anything to put me out. I’m just… a bit of a reserved person.”

It’s an odd thing considering my job, but it’s like there’s a brick wall in my brain and Razzy’s confidence doesn’t exist without her makeup and her wig.

I clear up my dinner plate then take my laptop from the counter. “I have a bit more work to do tonight but thank you for dinner.”

“Anytime, Riley. I meant it.”

Chapter 5

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I Hope You Dance // Ch. 48

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A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 6.4k

Chapter 47 | Masterlist

The next morning, my phone buzzed at five a.m. It was Saturday, the day of our engagement party, but I decided that after last night, I was going to start hitting the gym today. I turned my alarm off and looked behind me to Rooster. He was lightly snoring with his arm tossed over my waist, his chest against my back. I managed to slowly lift his arm from my waist and slipped from his grasp before gently laying his arm on the bed and pulling the covers up to his shoulder. He was still asleep so I grabbed some leggings and a baggy t-shirt from the dresser before I snuck into the bathroom to change. I wiped my face off with a rag and popped in my contacts before pulling my hair into a ponytail. Once I was done I quietly padded over to the closet and grabbed my tennis shoes and some socks, before making my way towards the bedroom door. “Mmm.” Rooster moaned, shifting on the bed. I noticed his hand running over my side of the bed and searching for me. “Mags?” His gruff morning voice spoke out and I giggled to myself before slowly making my way over to his side of the bed. “Shh, go back to sleep..” I pushed some of his curls off his forehead. I sat next to him as I scratched his head, hoping to lull him back to sleep. But he grabbed my hand, pulling it to his cheek and nuzzling it before placing a kiss on my palm. “Why are you up and dressed?” He asked, his free hand gently grabbing my clothed thigh. “I’m going to the gym.”

He yawned before nodding and sitting up. “Give me five minutes and I’ll go with you.” I shook my head, placing my hand on his chest. “No, you don’t have to. Why don’t you go back to sleep?” He shook his head, stretching his arms above his head. “No, I wanna go with you. Gotta keep other guys from staring at your ass.” I giggled quietly, pressing a kiss to his forehead as I stood. “Okay. You get ready and I’ll go downstairs and mix up the preworkout.” He nodded. “Can you mix up some of the orange flavor for me?” I nodded and walked downstairs, Dahlia hot on my heels. I put my shoes on before mixing up our drinks, orange for Roo and fruit punch for me. I grabbed our water bottles and filled them as well, just in time for Rooster to meet me in the kitchen. “So why are we going to the gym this early?” He asked and I scoffed. “I tried to get you to go back to sleep, but you wanted to go.” I said as I turned around to face him, his hands landing on the counter behind me, effectively caging me in. “But if you must know. I’ve decided that if I’m not happy with the way I look, I’m gonna do something about it.” He hummed, laying his head on my shoulder. “What about your dress?” I chuckled, turning and kissing his temple. “It’s adjustable, so I can lose a little weight and it’ll still fit.” He hummed before picking up his head and smiling at me. “If it makes you feel better, I think you look perfect.” I hummed, gently pressing my lips to his. “Thank you, honey. Now take your drink and let’s hit the road.”

Bradley was still pretty tired, so I drove us onto base and over to the gym. Once there we were both awake from our pre-workout and immediately hit the weights. Rooster and I have been together for a while, but we don't usually work out together. It's usually Phoenix, Halo & I, but this was nice. "Spot me?" I asked as I laid back on the bench. He nodded, coming over and standing at the top of my head as I grabbed the bar. "I thought you could lift more than one twenty five." He asked as I pressed up on the bar. "I used to up until they took my wings. I haven't been able to work up past it since I'm out of work every time I turn around." He just smiled down at me as I completed my set. I set the bar on the rack and sat up, taking a deep breath. "We'll get you back to that, pretty girl." I smiled as he kissed my head. "Let's finish up so we can get breakfast and we need to run to the store for Penny's surprise party." He nodded and we finished our workout by 6:30. We were sweaty and disgusting but Bradley looked like a God in the early morning sun.

His arms glowed as the light bounced off them, his muscles shirt giving me a view of his intercostal muscles and his external obliques. "You coming honey?" I snapped out of my daze and nodded, rushing over to take his hand as we headed for the jeep. He was wide awake so after he buckled me in, he drove us to this little breakfast place near the store. "Alright, burgers and hot dogs." Rooster said as he rubbed his hands together. "You said we're doing BBQ." He looked at me, brows furrowed. "Yeah, and a barbecue includes burgers & hot dogs." I shook my head at him, my hands resting on my hips. "No, that is a cookout. At a barbecue, you cook a chuck roast and shred it for BBQ!" He huffed, pulling out his phone. "We'll just call Mav and see what Penny would prefer." I nodded, grabbing the buggy. "And ask him what kind of cake she likes. I'm gonna go grab stuff for the sides." I walked away, leaving him on the phone, and not five minutes later he came back. "Mav said BBQ." I nodded, grabbing some beans for baked beans. "And you explained the difference?" He nodded. "And Penny doesn't like cake."

"What?!" I yelled as I turned to him. "Mav said she really loves homemade cherry pie." He tried to make me feel better and I groaned. "Literally the one dessert recipe I don't have! My mamaw didn't write hers down before she passed and no one knows it." I laid my head on his shoulder and he chuckled, patting my back and kissing my head. "My mom has a recipe for the filling and crust." My head snapped up & I looked at him wide eyed. "Really?" He nodded. “Her recipe box is probably in that pile of stuff Tilly left. I’ll dig it out when we go home.” I nodded, leaning up to kiss him before we grabbed everything we needed and went home. We showered and managed to take a nap before we had to be up and get ready. I was in the middle of putting curlers in my hair when mom showed up. “What plants are we taking?” She asked as I came downstairs with my toothbrush in my mouth. “All my big ones on the deck, and I have some spider plants that you can hang up.” Mom nodded, shooing me upstairs to finish getting ready. Rooster helped them haul everything out to the truck before joining me in brushing his teeth. “How are you feeling?” he asked, wrapping an arm around my waist as I started pulling out my makeup. “Excited, and oddly nervous.” I said as I stared at my eyeshadow, debating on which one to use. “Nervous?” I nodded. “I don’t know why though. Maybe it’s because all the attention will be on us? Either way, it’ll be fine and we’ll have fun.” I said as I started putting my primer on. “We sure will.” He kissed my temple before flicking one of my curlers. “Nice hair by the way.” He chuckled, before walking out of the bathroom, leaving me to finish getting ready.

The party starts at two, and I finished getting ready around one, I just had to put my dress on. Rooster was buttoning his shirt as I stepped out in my strapless bra and nude thong. His shirt was white with green palm leaves on it, but I was surprised to see he also had on white dress pants. “You tryin’ to match me?” I asked as I grabbed my dress bag, pulling it out and hanging it over the closet door. “Hey, it’s my wedding too! Maybe I want some attention.” I giggled as I pulled my dress out, unzipping it and stepping into it. “Can you zip me?” He came up behind me, gently pulling the zipper up and clasping the top. I let out a breath of relief, worried it wouldn’t fit anymore. He placed a kiss to the back of my neck before he stepped away and I turned to face him. “So… what do you think?” I wasn’t used to wearing something so dressy. I may wear dresses but they’re simple sundresses or t-shirt dresses, this was more on the nicer side. It was a white strapless mini dress, pleated with a side drape overlay that hung to the floor.

Rooster was looking at me in a way I’ve never really seen. His face was set with an indifferent look, glancing over my body before he stepped closer. He’s usually all smiles, so I wasn’t sure what to make of this. “The last time I saw you dressed all nice was the gala, it’s different.” I hung my head. “Oh god. I knew it was too much! I knew I should’ve gone with the white sundress I had!” I grabbed the overlay, holding it in my hands. “Give me just a minute to change then we can go.” Rooster grabbed me before I could move, spinning me around to face him. “Okay, let me reword this. It’s different. But you look fucking ethereal and I love this dress.” I took a deep breath, nodding as he let go of my arms. “It’s not too much?” He quickly shook his head. “We’re getting married. This is our party. If you want to wear the most extravagant dress in the world, I will tell you how amazing you look and support you one hundred percent.” I grinned up at him as he rested his forehead on mine. “You’re amazing. You know that?” He grinned at me before pressing his lips to my forehead. “I may have been told that once or twice.” I giggled before stepping away, going into the closet and grabbing the deep green stilettos I purchased.

“You’re not the only one who can match.” I said as he raised a brow at me. I slipped the heels on, and buckled them around my ankle as I stood. “How long till we have to be there?” I asked as I walked into the bathroom, taking the curlers out of my hair and letting it hang down to my chest. I fixed my hair with a little hairspray before walking out and grabbing my clutch, checking to make sure I had everything. “Roo?” I asked, turning to face him. His eyes were raking over my body, looking at me like I was his next meal. “Bradley.” I caught his attention and he met my eyes. “We have to be there in forty-five minutes.” I nodded before he grabbed me by my waist, pushing me back onto the bed. “But just give me twenty.” He attempted to push me back but I stopped him. “First off, you are not ruining this masterpiece I created, and secondly, you can’t do a quickie, Roo. We’ll be ridiculously late if we start anything right now.” He shook his head. “I’m not gonna fuck you. I’m saving that for when we come home. Just give me twenty minutes to indulge myself then we can go.” He leaned up, kissing me sweetly as his hand came up, gripping the back of my neck and holding me still. His hand slid up my thigh, rubbing my clit through the nude thong I had on. I managed to pull away, chasing my breath as I moaned quietly. “This is my only pair of nude panties. At least take them off.” He grinned, reaching under my dress and gently pulling them down my legs before dropping them on the floor next to him. I expected him to use his fingers, stretching me open. But I gasped in shock and delight as he tossed my legs over his shoulders and buried his face in my pussy, trying his damndest to pull an orgasm from me before we left.

Forty minutes later we were pulling up outside of the Hard Deck. I finally fixed my hair in my phone camera as Rooster put the bronco in park. “Did you really have to grab my hair and pull?” I asked, twisting one of my curls as he grinned deviously. “I couldn’t help myself.” He said before getting out and coming around to my side. “You’re lucky I managed to fix it.” I said as he helped me out before taking my hand. “You look beautiful either way.” He said as he kissed my temple before leaning down to whisper in my ear. “But I know you loved it.” I smiled up at him, flipping my hair over my shoulder. “I never said I didn’t.” I said before sauntering off, a little more sway in my hips. I was a few feet away before he finally caught up. I texted mom when we left the house, seeing as we live about fifteen minutes away, because she apparently just had to know when we left. We walked up to the doors and Rooster reached for the door handle when they both swung open. “Help me welcome the future Mr & Mrs. Bradshaw!” Mom called, making me blush as all eyes were on us and everyone cheered.

“Kiss her!” Phoenix screamed, throwing me back to our first night here. I glanced over to the piano which I was sitting on top of when she screamed it. I was brought out of my trance when Rooster yanked me into his arms, dipping me slightly before kissing me. I smiled into the kiss, my hand gently gripping the arm around my waist as he stood me up, pulling his lips away from mine. Everyone cheered around us, him resting his forehead on mine as mom snapped a picture. We pulled away, flashing smiles at everyone before mom led us over to a table full of food. “Here’s the food, of course you can get drinks at the bar. Eat while you can, because everyone will pester you for photos soon.” We nodded as mom walked away. “Let’s grab some food before you get hangry.” I smiled up at him, kissing his nose. “I love that you know me so well.” We quickly gathered some food and rushed to sit down. Of course mom was right, within three minutes people were coming up for pictures. Three of my mom’s brothers were here with their wives, uncle Josh wasn’t invited and thankfully he knew better than to show his face around here. My arm was looped through Rooster’s as we headed for the bar, grabbing a drink each, as what seemed to be eighties and nineties love songs played through the bar. Once we had our drinks in hand, we made our way over to a huge glass board by the bar. It had greenery draped around it and I noticed it said ‘Meet The Bridal Party’ at the top. It was sectioned off by bridesmaids and groomsmen, but at the top it had pictures of Hangman and Phoenix and it said Maid of Honor and Best Man. “I didn’t realize you were gonna ask Hangman to be your best man.” It was true, I knew they were getting along better but I didn’t expect this. “We’ve become a lot closer than you realize, and with the way he’s been taking care of you? It just felt right.” I smiled up at him, one hand on his back and the other on his abs. “As long as you’re happy I don’t care who it is.” He chuckled and I looked back at the board. Of course under Phoenix it had Halo, Laura, Rebecca, and Rita. Then under Hangman you had Bob, Coyote, Fanboy, and Payback. They were all fun pictures, big smiles and fun times. Under them there was Anita and Isabella as our flower girls, but we couldn’t leave out Fritz, Yale, Harvard and Omaha as our ushers and flower men. So they will go down the aisle first and the girls will ‘make it pretty’ as they go down. Lastly of course, was little JJ who was our ring bearer.

“We need someone to bring the dogs down the aisle. I think it would be too much for Hangman and Phoenix to have to deal with them as well.” Rooster suggested and I nodded in agreement. “Hey guys!” We turned to find Duke and Storm both standing there. “Oh my god!” I yelled as Bradley pulled them both into a hug. “I didn’t think you guys could make it?” He asked, pulling away. “We managed it, but Flame is still stuck on deployment.” I huffed, hugging them both before stepping back by Rooster. “Well that sucks. Hopefully you all can make the wedding.” They agreed just as mom stood to make an announcement. “Okay, if everyone can take their seats, we’re going to play a game with our lovely couple.” Rooster and I looked at each other wide eyed, not knowing what to expect. Dad and Mav took two chairs, placing them back to back. “You two, sit.” Mom said, pointing to the two chairs. Rooster took my hand, holding it till I was seated before he sat in his chair. “Okay, so we’re gonna play the shoe game. I need the both of you to take off your shoes, and you will have one of each.” I giggled, taking off my heels, keeping one and trading the other with Rooster so I had one of his boots.

“Jesus christ! I never knew we had such a size difference!” Rooster blurted out and I laughed. “You’re the one with sasquatch feet!” Everyone laughed at my joke as Rooster reached around and pinched my hip. “Okay, I’m going to ask questions and you answer one or the other. If it’s Caila, raise the heel, if it’s Rooster… Well obviously it's the boot. I don’t think he could pull off those heels.” Rooster scoffed at mom’s joke. “I’ll have you know I have nice legs.” He quipped back, making Penny choke on her drink and everyone else laughed. “Okay, let’s get started!” Mom pulled out some cards. “Who is the most romantic?” It took me no time to raise Rooster's shoe and he raised his own as well. “Caila! Step up your game!” Jameson yelled, making us laugh. “Okay, who’s the better cook?” Immediately I raised my heel and Rooster agreed. “Who made the first move?” I had to think for a second before raising Rooster’s shoe. “Who was the first to declare their love?” Once again Rooster’s shoe was in the air. “Who wears the pants in the relationship?” I raised my shoe and Rooster raised his. “Ooh, we got some conflict.” I looked back seeing he raised his own shoe. “Excuse you?” I joked. “Oh! Wrong shoe!” He said before raising mine, making us laugh. “In reality we’re pretty even in that aspect.”

“Who’s more likely to talk their way out of a speeding ticket?” We both raised my shoe. “She has a lead foot, so it would be her.” Rooster retorted. “She doesn’t even have to talk her way out of it! One look at her boobs and she’s off the hook!” Phoenix yelled, making a blush creep up my cheeks. “Hangman, cut her off!” Jake grinned at Rooster's words, taking the drink from Phoenix and moving it to his other side as she pouted. We finished the game with lots of jokes and laughs and I couldn’t have asked for a better party. Rooster and I grabbed another drink before being bombarded by Kimberly & Amber. They squealed, pulling me into a hug before squeezing poor Rooster. “You look amazing.” Amber said as she looked over my outfit. “Thank you.” I said as Michael & Matt came to join them. “Well, guess we should welcome you to the family man.” Michael said and Rooster laughed. “I definitely feel welcomed. I’m waiting for Regina to scold me like I’m one of her kids.” We laughed as Phoenix walked by. “Have y’all met Phoenix yet?” I asked and immediately their faces changed, noses scrunching slightly. “No, she’s been avoiding us and Jake refuses to introduce her.” Meeting family can be intimidating, but I was surprised that Phoenix was avoiding them. I was even more surprised that Hangman hasn’t introduced her yet. Soon they left, allowing us to speak to other people. Some we both knew, some only Rooster or I knew. Finally I was able to break away and I made my way over to Phoenix. “Hey. You okay?”

She looked confused and nodded. “Of course. Why?” She asked. “Well I talked to Jake’s sisters and they said you haven’t spoken to them, and Jake won’t introduce you.” She bit her lip, before motioning me to follow her outside. Once outside she leaned against the deck railing, looking inside at everyone. “What if they don’t like me?” I gave her a small smile, laughing lightly. “That’s every girl's worry. Afraid her boyfriend's siblings won’t like her. But not meeting them will make them not like you.” She sighed. “I just- Sometimes I feel like I’m not good enough for him.” I furrowed my brows at her statement. “Why do you say that?” I asked, brushing her hair behind her ear. “He does so much for me. He’s such a giving person. He cooks for me, helps me make sure my place is clean, because let’s be honest, I suck at cleaning. He just does so much for me, and I feel like all I give him is a hard time.” I smiled at her, grabbing her hand. “That’s why your relationship flows so well. Hangman likes taking care of you, but you keep life interesting for him. Your way of taking care of him is more subtle. It’s like when he falls asleep on the couch and you put a blanket over him. But your love language is quality time. It’s riding with him while he runs errands, or like when he has some work to do at home and you sit with him. His love language is acts of service. Not everyone expresses their love the same way.” She nodded, wiping tears from her eyes. “Do you love him?” She looked inside, seeing Hangman talking with his sisters. “I really do.” I smiled at her. “Then that’s all that matters.”

She took a deep breath, standing straight. “Let’s get this over with then.” I nodded, looping my arm through hers as we walked in. I caught Rooster standing with Hangman and as we approached his arm wrapped around my waist. Phoenix wrapped her arm around Jake’s back as his went around her shoulders. “Kimberly, Amber. This is my girlfriend Natasha.” Phoenix smiled at them and held out her hand. Conversation flowed smoothly as Rooster and I excused ourselves to talk to other people. We were pulled left and right by people wanting to talk to us, congratulations and well wishes being thrown about. “Penny!” I froze at the voice, my body going rigid next to Bradley’s. “Get me a beer, please!” I turned to find Buck standing at the bar as Penny was grabbing something behind it. “We’re closed for a private event, so I’m going to have to ask you to leave Lieutenant.” Buck looked around, almost in a daze as he did it before his eyes landed on mine. He grinned and waved before turning back to Penny. “I’ll just give my congratulations to the happy couple.” My eyes widened and Penny seemed to notice but Buck moved away before she could stop him. As Buck made his way over, Penny rushed over to Hangman who was talking with Bob, Duke and Storm. “Magnolia, Rooster. Congratulations.” Rooster went rigid for a moment before turning to face Buck, placing his arm firmly on my waist. “Magnolia. I see those bruises aren’t noticeable under all that makeup.” Suddenly Rooster let go of me just as Hangman, Storm and Duke came over. “Time for you to go Buck.” Storm said, slamming his hand on his shoulder.

“I was just congratulating the happy couple. No harm, no foul.” Hangman grabbed him under the arm, Storm grabbed his other arm as Duke grabbed his legs. “You weren’t invited for a reason man. It’s called, "you're not wanted.” Duke said with a shit eating grin on his face as they walked him to the door before tossing him into the sand outside. Everyone cheered loudly as Hangman closed the doors. Soon mom asked everyone to take a seat and we did as she stood on the little stage by the piano. “Thank you so much for coming out to celebrate Caila & Bradley’s engagement. For those who don’t know, I am Caila’s mother. I just wanted to come up here and say, her father and I couldn’t imagine Caila finding anyone better to spend her life with. Bradley has already become part of the family and we’re excited for their upcoming nuptials. Now I’m opening the speeches to the best man, and maid of honor, as well as Bradley’s godfather Pete.” Mom stepped off as Phoenix took the small stage. “Hi, I’m Natasha, or some of you may know by my callsign, Phoenix. I have known Mag- Caila.” We laughed at her mess up and her face tinged red slightly. “I’ve known Caila since we were at the Naval Academy together. She was my roommate in our second year and we became friends immediately. I became friends with Rooster during my first deployment, and I was lucky enough to be standing next to Caila when she met Bradley. Rooster likes to say Caila almost ran him over, and she says the opposite. But I’ll clear that up. Caila,” I looked at her wide eyed. “You practically mowed him down in that hallway on board.” We all laughed as I got an ‘I told you so’ from Rooster.

“I knew the moment they looked at each other, there was something there. It took a few weeks and I knew that Bradley was head over heels for Caila. It only took six years, but we have finally made it to this moment.” Everyone cheered as Hangman walked up to the stage, taking Phoenix’s place. “Damn, I don’t really know how to beat that. To be honest, I was a bit of an ass when I first met Bradley and Caila, but over time we grew to be friends. I was shocked when Rooster asked me to be his best man, but I couldn’t be more honored to celebrate with these two. To Bradley & Caila!” He said as he raised his beer, everyone else cheered the same thing with their own drinks. Pete took the stage and bless his heart, he looked so nervous. “I’m Pete Mitchell. I am Bradley’s godfather. I’ve known Bradley since the day he was born and his parents couldn’t have been happier. While his parents can’t be here,” Pete took a deep breath and I could tell he was fighting back tears. I looked at Bradley, seeing his face was flushed and I knew he was getting emotional. I grabbed his hand, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles before holding it in my lap. He smiled down at me before kissing my temple. “I know they would be so happy to know he found someone like Caila. I’m confident that I can speak for Goose and Carol when I say they would absolutely love Caila, and I know she would love them just as much.” I had to wipe the tears from my eyes by the end of his speech, the emotions hitting me hard.

The rest of the party went by and we had so much fun. Mom and Penny were staying to clean up, allowing Rooster and I to head home. Once in the bronco, Rooster’s hand found my thigh, just below the hem of my dress. “That was so fun.” He said, looking over at me. “It really was.” I slid across the bench seat till I was right next to him, thigh pressed against his own. “I can’t wait till our wedding.” His free hand found my neck, pulling me into a kiss. “Mm, I can’t either.” I said after we pulled away. “You know my mom will have to bring the plants back to the house tonight.” He hummed. “So if you want to get me in bed, you’ll have to hurry.” His eyes went wide and he immediately started the bronco and backing out. He sped home, breaking the speed limit as he rushed home. Once in the driveway he dragged me out through his door, and didn’t even let my feet touch the ground, opting to toss me over his shoulder. “Bradley!” I laughed out as he rushed up to the front door. Once inside he yelled a greeting to the dogs before sprinting up the stairs two at a time. “Please don’t drop me!” I begged as he kicked the bedroom door closed and he tossed me onto the bed. “I have been dying to do this all day.” He said as he crawled up my body, kissing me. I spread my legs for him, my hands finding their way into his hair as his hands reached behind me. He reached into my dress, unclipping my bra and pulling it out of my dress. “Are you not taking my dress off?” He shook his head. “No, I’m fucking you in it.” He said as he yanked the top of my dress down, my boobs spilling out, allowing him to take them in his big hands.

I moaned as he pawed at one breast, taking the nipple of the other into his mouth. He groaned as I arched into him, his free hand running down my body and gripping my ass. “Bradley, fuck.” I moaned as he gently bit my nipple, tugging on it. I reached between us, rubbing his hard cock through his white pants. He let go of my nipple with a ‘pop’ as he groaned. He sat up, unbuttoning his shirt and I reached down to my heels. “No, they stay on as well.” I grinned, opting to unbutton his pants and push them down his thighs. Rooster looks sexy in any boxers, but something about these tight white ones made me wet. The outline of his hard cock was so visible, I could practically see the vein on his underside. I reached out, rubbing him through his boxers, watching him twitch slightly. He got off the bed, shoving his pants off completely and I crawled to the end, mouthing at his cock through his boxers. He moaned, his hand running into my hair as I ran my tongue along his length. I was startled as he gently pulled my head back, manhandling me onto my belly, facing the mirror. “Stay put.” I nodded and watched as he pulled out the polaroid camera before he crawled back onto the bed behind me. He pushed my dress up to my waist, and grabbed my panties, pulling them off my legs and tossing them into the floor. He grabbed my thighs, lifting and pulling me back to his clothed cock was nestled against my core. I moaned as I rested my chin on my arms.

“Fuck, you’re soaked pretty girl.” He said as he thumbed at my slit. “Roo, need you.” He hummed, snapping a picture in the mirror with the polaroid. “Not yet, honey. ‘m gonna make you work for it.” I whined as he pressed into me, the base of his cock brushing against my clit. “Grind on me, pretty girl. Want you to soak my cock before I finally fuck you into the mattress.” I moaned, slowly rocking my hips, his cock separating my folds as he held me against him. I whined at the friction, really putting in work in hopes I could reach my high. “That’s it, pretty girl. You look so pretty when you’re needy for my cock.” I looked into the mirror, seeing he had his phone up, filming me. I moaned at the sight, he had a tight grip on my thigh and I saw he had an equally tight grip on his phone, knuckles almost white. I moaned as he brushed against my clit again. He moved the phone from the mirror, down to where our bodies met. “Fuck, pretty girl. You’ve got me soaked.” I whined as he pulled away, setting his phone down. I watched him kick off his boxers and take his cock in his hand, pumping himself a few times before he climbed back onto the bed. He grabbed my thighs again, the head of his cock nudging against my clit before he slipped it in. I moaned loudly as he slowly buried himself inside me. He stilled, opting to take another picture before he tossed the camera back onto the bed.

He hooked my thighs over his hips before he leaned over me, running his hands along my back before he ran them up my arms and intertwining our fingers, his hands over mine. He pulled out, before slamming his hips against mine. “Fu-u-u-ck.” I moaned out, his thrust breaking up my speech.

“You take me so well, Mags. Fucking made to take my cock.” He moaned into my ear, making me dizzy as he fucked me. Before Rooster, I never wanted someone to fuck me stupid, but now I wanted it every time. He took my left hand, reaching under me to rest against my belly. “You feel me inside you? Hm? You like when I fuck you like this?” He asked, burying his face in my hair. “Yes!” I cried. “Harder!” I begged and I could feel him grin against me, dragging his lips along my shoulder as he thrust into me even harder. “Oh god! Fuck, Rooster! Yes!” I cried as he worked me towards my high. “Gonna cum inside you. Want me to fill you up? I can’t wait till we’re married. You’ll walk around with my cum dripping down your legs every day.” His words sent me over the edge, my orgasm crashing down on me as my entire body shook in pleasure. He slipped out, setting my hips back onto the bed and he pushed my legs together before he straddled them and slipped back into me. He grabbed my hands again as he pounded himself into me, making me cry out from over stimulation. “Oh fuck! Fuck, Mags. I’m gonna cum!” A few more harsh thrusts and he pulled out, cumming on my thighs and my ass.

I laid there trying to catch my breath as he grabbed a rag from the bathroom, cleaning me up ever so gently. “Why’d you pull out?” I asked as I rested my cheek on my folded arms. “Didn’t put on a condom.” He responded as he lifted one of my legs, gently wiping at my core. “Hmm.” I hummed in response as he tugged my dress back down. I felt him lean over me, placing soft kisses along my back. “Did you not want me to?” I shrugged as he kissed the back of my neck. “Yes and no. I want to wait till after the wedding to try again, but I also don’t wanna wait.” He hummed, laying on me, the pressure feeling nice. “I will do whatever you want, pretty girl.” I nodded, laying my head on the bed. I slowly started drifting off until the doorbell rang, stirring up the dogs. “I’ll get it. Why don’t you put on something more comfortable?” I nodded as he got off me, slipping on some gray sweatpants, and a loose phillies shirt. He closed the bedroom door behind him and I got up, feeling weak in my legs as I did. I managed to slip on some shorts and one of Rooster’s shirts before taking off my makeup. As I looked in the mirror, I remembered Buck’s words. My bruises were barely noticeable now, a few having a yellow tint to them. I shook it off, heading downstairs to see my dad bringing one of the plants in. “Where do you want this one?” He asked. “Outback.” I pointed to the door in the kitchen, following behind him. As I got outside, I saw Rooster hanging my spider plants back up, his shirt lifting enough to reveal the muscles in his lower back.

“Alright. That’s it.” Mom said as she brought in one of my smaller plants. She came over, throwing her arm over my shoulder as she looked out at the back yard. “I’m so happy for y’all.” I smiled at her. “Thanks, mama.” I said as I laid my head on her shoulder. My parents hung around for a few minutes before deciding they were gonna go and get dinner. “Love you.” I said as I hugged mom one last time before she joined my dad out at the truck. I closed the door, locking it before I turned around, finding Rooster grinning at me mischievously. “What’s that look for?” I asked and he stepped closer, until I was backed into the door. “Did you think I was done with you?” He reached down, grabbing the back of my thighs and lifting me up as my arms wrapped around his neck. “My legs are already weak. What else did you have in mind?” He grinned, carrying me to the couch, tossing me down on my back. He laid on top of me, making me giggle. “Oh I’m not gonna fuck you just yet. But you are going to lay here while I use you as a pillow to watch a movie.” I laughed as he poked my side, tickling me before he grabbed the tv remote.

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tti episode 7

“Last time on Total Takes Island! Our campers were put to the test in a battle against their fears. Not all succeeded, but all were very entertaining. Mal and Courtney finally fought out their differences in the ring, and Mal revealed her actual not-so-nice personality and her bad habit of throwing challenges, which ultimately led to her stroll down the walk of shame. How will the team ever bounce back from their inner turmoil and their vicious losing streak? Find out today, on Total! Takes! Island!”

The Flying Fujoshis walk in relative silence towards the beach, where they’ve been summoned for today’s challenge. Now only down to only six competitors, a certain sense of urgency hangs in the air.

McLovin walks ahead of the group (partly thanks to his long legs) and Ass jogs to keep up with him. “Hey, McLovin!”

“Oh, hey, man,” he says, turning in their direction. “What’s up?”

“Oh, I just thought you might want a walk-friend. Buddy system, right? Haha,”

“Uh… yeah, for sure,”

Courtney watches from a few feet behind and then stops, putting her hands on her hips and glaring. Sha-Mod crashes into her, his field of vision obscured by the Lighting image.

“Sha-Hey! What’s the hold up?”

They seethe. “Look at Ass. Mal’s not even gone one day and they’re already getting all chummy. McLovin was my ally first!”

“Woah, we can’t call dibs on a guy, guy,” Sha-Mod says, standing alongside Courtney as they begin walking again. “It’s not fair to him.”

“They’re such a flooz. They’re flirting,”

“Sha-are they?” Sha-Mod lifts up the image just a tiny bit and watches as Ass giggles and playfully elbows McLovin’s ribs a little too hard. He keels over for a moment, coughing, and then smiles back. “Damn… they sha-are.”

The two overhear a snippet of their conversation.

“Stop, MC you are too funny!”

“I call him MC. That was my nickname first!” Courtney shouts before Sha-Mod covers their mouth and shakes his head.

---

“Alright, campers! Today’s challenge is simple: canoeing! You’ll be paddling across the lake to Bony Island, where you’ll carry your canoes to the other side of the island, and then build a rescue fire that’ll be judged by moi. The first team to return with their canoes win!

And… well, Scruffy, I’m sure you’ve got this,”

Scruffy stands. “Everyone make sure to not take anything off the island. According to local legend, if you do, you’ll be permanently cursed,”

Everyone looks at each other nervously.

“Now, get a move on!”

---

“Let’s partner up. Luckily, we have an even amount of members, so this shouldn’t be hard,” Courtney smiles. “Let’s see… Bonnie and Caesar, you two will go together, and… Me and McLovin-”

Sha-Mod and Ass both shout at once. “Hey!”

“What? We’ve been friends since the Awake-a-Thon. Bonnie and Caesar are friends, McLovin and I are friends… it makes sense, doesn’t it?”

“Don’t you think we should sha-mix it up for once?”

Courtney sighs, watching the Anons set off, Max having assigned everyone a partner already. “Okay, fine. McLovin, go with Bonnie. Sha-Mod and Caesar. Ass, you’re with me,”

No one seems particularly happy about the arrangements, but at least everyone is equally miserable.

---

Austin and Kelly sit in their boat, ignoring their oars and simply relaxing in the sun instead. Kelly leans over the edge of the boat, their finger dipping in the water while Austin leans back.

“How about O, baby?”

“Oh, I don't know,” Kelly sighs. “He seems a little… neurotic.”

“Most of the people here are, baby. Not Austin, though, I’m cool as a cucumber, yeah!”

Kelly sighs happily. “I like that,”

Max’s canoe paddles by quickly, and he yells as he and Staci pass. “MOVE!”

Staci pants from within their canoe, smiling. “You know, my great-great-great grand aunt Pattie-”

Max pops in a pair of ear-plugs

---

MAX: “I admire Staci's upper body strength much more when I can't hear them."

---

Julia and Michael paddle their canoe behind Max and Staci’s, albeit at a much less stressed pace. “Should we go faster?” Michael asks, watching the two ahead.

Julia shrugs. “Eh, I wouldn’t worry about it. The Fujos are way behind,”

“Yeah, but-”

“Plus, Max kinda has a stick up his ass, you know? I mean, where’s the fire, right?”

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JULIA: “and I am not being manipulative, by the way. Michael is desperate for friends, and I could use an ally. It’s a parasitic relationship,” she pauses to think. “Wait- no, that’s not right.”

---

“We are in the middle of a challenge, and with-”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll win. I’m pretty confident in our abilities. I mean, yours at least,” Julia smiles. “Think about everyone else on the team- what do they bring to the table? Scruffy is a know-it-all, Staci is delusional, Max is a Smurf… when you think about it, you and I are like, the only good players.”

Frollo and Scary’s canoe floats by as they fight each other inside, Scary biting down on Frollo’s Bible as he holds it and tries to shake her off. Both Michael and Julia watch in silence until they’re out of frame.

“Um… yeah, I guess so,”

---

Caesar huffs, wiping the sweat off his brow in the scorching sun.

Sha-Mod watches in silence as Caesar turns to look at him, expectedly. A long silence follows as they stare at each other.

Caesar turns back and sighs. “I miss Bonnie,”

---

Bonnie and McLovin sit on their canoe in an equally awkward silence, looking back and forth at each other every few seconds.

“So…” McLovin finally starts up a conversation, looking to the sky nervously. “What kind of music do you like?”

“I don’t really listen to music,” Bonnie says in a monotone voice.

“That’s cool. I like old school hip-hop and some classic rap. My buddy Joner and I have the biggest collection of Eminem concert ticket stubs in the Midwest,”

“Wow, that’s fascinating,” they put bluntly. “Let me guess, you like superhero movies and cop shows, too?”

“Nah, not really, I don’t watch a lot of TV. I like video games more,”

Bonnie raises an eyebrow and turns to look back at McLovin in the back of the canoe. “What kind of video games?’

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Even though Scruffy and O are ahead of everyone but Max and Staci, they’re not faring too well. Every few minutes, Scruffy stops to write something down on their notepad, forcing O to take the brunt of the work as he’s too polite to object.

O scratches his nose- Scruffy writes- O coughs- Scruffy writes- O checks his B.O.- Scruffy writes. The sound of scribbling is driving him up the wall, and it's taking a lot for him not to jump overboard.

“Hey, man? I don’t wanna be a bother, but maybe you could save the writing until we’re on land?” O asks, teeth gritted as he forces a smile. “Or when there are other people around?”

“Oh… I guess,” Scruffy sighs, putting away their notepad. As they do, a thick fog begins to roll in, shrouding the canoes in a grayish tint and making it impossible to see anything ahead.

O squints. “Man, where did this fog come in? It was sunny today,”

“I remember this- we’re almost there,”

The fog clears up a bit, and the figure of a large skull-shaped rock formation on the side of a cliff comes into view. Bony Island- in all its newly cleaned-up glory. A red canoe on the beach appears from the mist, and then Staci and Max as they wait on the sands.

Scruffy and O dock their boat, followed closely by Julia and Michael. On the other side of the beach, Ass and Courtney pull up, followed by Bonnie and McLovin, who seem to be getting along just fine.

Max sighs. “I swear to God…”

Just as Caesar and Sha-Mod roll onto the sands, Kelly and Austin follow. “Let’s move!” Max and Courtney yell in unison, prompting the teams to pick up their canoes and start running through the woods.

Within five minutes, each and every pair has slowed to a walk, wheezing and huffing as their arms shake from the weight of the heavy wooden boats. McLovin hangs limply from his, forcing Bonnie to carry both the canoe and their partner. This time, no one argues to have McLovin on their side.

“We gotta be close, right?” O groans.

Scruffy smiles faintly. “Just a few more hours,”

Everyone lets out a loud wail of agony as they continue down the dark, musty path, surrounded by bones. Max and Staci pause for a moment to readjust and Max turns to see Frollo and Scary dragging their boat behind them, full of skulls from the scattered remains around the trail.

“Um… what is this?”

“We’re going to give them a proper Christian burial,” Frollo states, matter-of-factly.

Scary giggles. “We’re splitting them 50/50,”

“I think you guys are supposed to carry the canoes over your heads, not on the ground,” Michael says, walking by. Julia is at the back of their boat, looking winded, though Michael doesn’t seem particularly bothered.

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MICHAEL: “Joner was really my only friend growing up, so I spent a lot of time carrying him around. I’m kinda used to heavy lifting- and wrestling, boxing, camping, you know- guy stuff.”

---

Caesar huffs, looking back at Sha-Mod with disdain, and then to Bonnie and McLovin, and then back to Sha-Mod.

“Hey, Sha… Guy?”

Sha-Mod grunts in response. Caesar gestures between their canoe and the one adjacent to them. “Tradesies?”

Sha-Mod seems to light up (though it’s hard to tell) and immediately drops his end of the canoe, running over to McLovin and Bonnie- who seems thoroughly relieved as they switch places.

“Hey!” Courtney and Ass shout as McLovin and Sha-Mod run past them. “You can’t do that! We have to stick with our partners!”

“Says who!” Sha-Mod yells back.

Courtney growls, dropping the canoe on Ass, who shouts angrily, to run after them.

Ass throws the boat off their head and runs too, catching up with the trio just as Courtney blocks their path, frowning deeply. “If we’re gonna share, we’re gonna do it fairly”

---

McLovin attempts to balance between the two canoes as Sha-Mod carries the center of one and Ass and Courtney carry the ends of the other.

The balancing act is slow and tedious as Bonnie and Caesar pass, walking slowly and idly chatting. Even Frollo, Scary, and their army of skull-children drag ahead of the four.

Courtney huffs, and then pauses for a moment. “Did you guys hear that?”

Scruffy walks by, nodding solemnly, and then states matter-of-factly: “Wooly beavers,”

“Um,” Ass says, suddenly pale. “What?”

A rustling from the bushes behind them spurs the entire group to scream and run, pursued by a pack of ginormous rodents.

Courtney, Ass, McLovin, and Sha-Mod run ahead of everyone else, garnering looks of confusion from their fellow castmates that are quickly replaced by shouts of terror as the beavers pursue.

O suddenly feels something thunk on the top of the canoe.

Julia screams in terror: “GEESE!”

Giant, pterodactyl-like geese swoop down from the surrounding cliffs, attacking the canoes. O screams and swerves his and Scruffy’s canoe sideways, crashing into Austin and Kelly. The four disappear into the brush and tumble down the side of a hill, completely out of sight of the rest of the campers.

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“Bonnie if we die here, there’s something I have to admit,” Caesar whimpers, another thud landing on his canoe. “I’m perfect and have done nothing wrong in my life, ever!”

Bonnie shouts. “I know!”

Up ahead, Michael is taking the brunt of the canoe-handling while Julia ducks in terror, holding her hands around her ears and closing her eyes as she runs. The two pass Max and Staci, who aren’t faring much better.

“My third cousin’s best friend actually-”

“SHUT! UP!” Max yells, glaring at them behind him before tripping on a rock and tumbling across the path. He groans, clothes a bit torn and glasses skewed across his face. He sits up and holds his head before opening his eyes and coming face-to-face with a giant, meat-eating beaver.

Michael swerves over, allowing Julia (who still has her eyes closed) to run ahead blindly. “Duck!”

“They’re GEESE!” Julia shouts, her voice fading into the distance as she disappears down the trail.

Michael brandishes the canoe like a giant baseball bat, gripping the rims, and swinging it hard, sending a few close beavers flying. Michael hoists Max onto her back and continues running, a determined look on her face.

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“Owie, me nob,” Austin groans, rubbing his forehead. “Where the bloody hell are we?”

Kelly sits up and picks some leaves and twigs out of their hair. “Where’s the path?”

Scruffy stands, brushing off their shirt and looking around the dark, musty forest in which they'd landed, and then at O. “Nice going, man,”

“What? We were under attack, I panicked! It’s a normal, human response!”

“That therapy talk isn’t gonna get you anywhere on this show, dude,” they snap.

Austin and Kelly both turn to glare at O, too, who frowns. “It was fine when you couldn’t face your fear yesterday, but now you’re getting us involved. Not cool, dude!”

Kelly nudges Austin and whispers. “That’s what Chris says,”

O shakes his head. “It was an accident!”

“Well, accidentally find us a way out, then, baby!” Austin chuckles. "O, behave!"

O stands up, brushing the dirt off of him and looking around. He studies the moss on the side of the trees, licks his finger and feels the cool breeze, and holds his hands up to the sun, measuring it with his thumbs and pointer fingers.

He then turns back to the group. “I have no clue what to do,”

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Julia is shaking, rocking back and forth on the ground with her fingers in her ears and her eyes closed. Staci is kicking rocks around in the sand, and Scary and Frollo are sorting through their skulls as Michael comes running in with Max still on her back.

As she approaches the beach, she gasps, throws the canoe, and drops to her knees. Michael falls forward and passes out on the ground, flat on her face. Max slides off her back and groans on the sand.

“Where’s… the fire?”

“I don’t know,” Staci says, completely deadpan. “I was waiting for you.”

“What?” he snaps, eyes narrowing from his resting place on the ground. “Didn’t one of your great uncles invent fire or something?”

“Uh, no, genius. I wouldn’t know because fire was invented, like, a million years ago or something,”

The Fujoshis aren’t having much luck across the beach, either, as Courtney and Ass shout over who’s better equipped to start the fire.

“Flint and stone!” Courtney insists, their hands on their hips.

“Hand drill!” Ass yells back.

McLovin and Sha-Mod stand back and let the conflict unfold as Bonnie and Caesar arrive back at the site with bundles of sticks in their arms.

O, Austin, Kelly, and Scruffy come running out of the woods seconds later, covered in bug bites, scratches, and dirt. By now, Max is standing, brushing off his blazer and attempting to rally the team. “We need sticks! Stones! Does anyone here actually know how to start a fire?” he shouts, his arms out for emphasis.

“I hate to say it, but the only person who might know…” Staci starts, pointing down at Michael’s unconscious body.

Max groans. “Leave her. I’ll figure it out myself,”

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MAX: “I don’t “like” Michael. I don’t “like” anyone. I’m like a sailor, married to the sea. Except instead of sailor, it’s camper, I guess. And instead of the sea, it’s the game,” he pauses for a moment to think. “Yeah, I’ll stick with that. Married to the game!”

---

“What’d we miss, baby?” Austin pants as Kelly leans on him for support, both exhausted.

O whimpers about twisting his ankle and Scruffy attempts to write something down, holding the pen to the paper but only getting a letter in before collapsing.

“Not much,” Staci says, shaking their head. “Did you know my great-great aunt Beatrice invented giving up?”

Max pushes them out of the way. “We need fuel! Is anyone here not injured, unconscious, or mentally disturbed?!”

No one says anything. Max sighs and turns to walk to the woods before tripping on something and falling over. “What the-!” he pauses, and picks the object up- then smiles with a faint idea.

---

Scary crosses their arms and pouts as Max throws another skull into the fire.

“Oh, don’t give me that look. You aren’t supposed to take anything off the island, anyway,” Max rolls his eyes.

“Maybe I like curses, ever think about that?” Scary huffs.

“Frollo, you’re up!”

Frollo stands in front of his skulls, shaking his head. “You will NOT damn these souls to hell- I can still save them!”

“Are you sure this is safe?” O asks, cradling his ankle. “I mean… the curse…?”

“I wasn’t told I couldn’t burn the things we find on the island,”

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“Oh, you are so getting on my nerves!” Ass yells, tossing a rock which Courtney ducks to avoid.

“Likewise! All day!” they throw a handful of pebbles back.

“Listen, guys-?” Sha-Mod starts approaching the two from behind before Ass accidentally swings their sand-filled fist back too far and hits him in the face. The picture of Lighting crinkles a bit and he stumbles backwards. “Sha-not cool!”

Bonnie and Caesar watch the ordeal from where they’re kneeling on the sand a few feet behind the scuffle, both working sticks against the same hunk of wood until a tiny flame sparks up. Bonnie leans closer to blow on it, bringing a small fire to life.

The once brightly-burning bonfire on the Anon’s side has died down, as the organic matter stuck to the skulls burns away and leaves the charred bony remains behind.

Max turns. “Frollo, we need more fuel,”

Frollo shakes his head adamantly, holding out his arms over his pile. Max turns and gives a nod to Staci.

They grin, punching their open palm menacingly as they approach Frollo’s stash, and then begin to chase him around the beach, shouting that their great-great-great-great-great-grandfather invented streetfighting.

Chris descends on a jetpack and surveys the scene. “Well, well, didn’t see that one coming. The Fujoshi's fire wins!”

Courtney and Ass, who were in the midst of pulling each other’s hair, gasp and turn to see their teams fire burning brightly as Caesar and Bonnie run back and forth from the forest, tossing sticks and logs and hunks of wood into the flames.

“When did-”

“No time!” Bonnie shouts, running to the edge of the water where the canoes are already set up.

The Anons follow, paddling as fast as they can with two unconscious team members and three who are too beaten up to even hold an oar handle.

Bonnie and Caesar dock first, jumping out of their canoe and running onto the beach, followed closely by their team.

“And the Fujoshis win the game!"

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SHA-MOD: “We won, but things are getting pretty heated without Mal around. I hate to say it, but she was keeping the team together- even if it was by sha-sabotaging us,”

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COURTNEY: “I guess I let my emotions get the best of me- now that Mal is gone, I just got too comfortable. I’m lucky we won, and- I’m gonna try to be the bigger person from now on. No more internet drama, no more infighting,”

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ASS: “Strawberry Shortcake is going down,”

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“Anons- you played hard, and lost even harder- but luckily, only one of you losers will be walking the dock of shame tonight,” Chris smiles. “Scruffy, Scary, Max and Michael- you’re all safe. Austin- Juuulia- Kelly, and Staci. Come collect your marshmallows,”

O looks at Frollo and frowns. Frollo stares blankly ahead, completely unbothered.

“O- you kinda lost your cool back there, man, and took out three other players with you. And Frollo- your delusional mission to save the baboon skulls we bought in bulk from hell cost your team a bonfire. But, only one of you will be going home tonight. And that person- is-

Frollo-

-you’re safe,”

O closes his eyes and sulks, standing up and walking down to the docks without another word.

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O: "So, I didn't win. But I did do a lot! I faced my fear, I talked to new people, and I sustained several mysterious bug bites! My therapist says that experience is what makes us human, but I think too much might make you insane. So I'm not hating my placement!"

---

Chris chuckles. “Yikes! Who will walk the dock of shame next time? And who will persevere? Find out tomorrow on Total! Takes! Island!”

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milflewis · 2 years

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omg a little blewis moment pls I love reading your writing

ok so i saw this gifset of blewis today and my brain went !!! while i was supposed to be doing assignments so obv i wrote instead. hope you like it !! sorry it’s so late lol

“Sorry,” Lewis says, pulling out his airpod, leaning in. He lets himself bounce a little on the tire he’s sitting on, pushing his toes further into the ground, stomach going all fizzy and quiet. Bono blinks out from behind his glasses, unimpressed. There’s a slight smudge in the corner of the left lens that you can see when Bono turns his head to the right and stands under the glare of the bright garage lights.

Lewis balances himself on Bono’s shoulder. His white merc shirt stiff and warm under his hand. His eyes catch off of the hollow of Bono’s throat, poking through Bono’s two open buttons. There’s a sheen of sweat clinging there.

“So i was thinking about the rear wing of the car,” Bono says, hands gesturing. An eyelash sticking lightly to the soft skin under Bono’s left eye

Bono settles more into one leg, hips slouching out and Lewis pays attention to the way his mouth moves so he doesn’t look down. Apparently, he’s supposed to stop being as obvious about what he’s thinking when he looks at Bono in public but, like, Seb can eat shit. He’s not being that obvious, and even if he was, which he’s not, Seb would be the last person allowed to say anything about hiding what they’re feeling.

Still. Toto is watching. And Susie has been worried about his cholesterol so.

Lewis sits back, wrapping one hand around his other arm, careful not to drop his airpod. He cannot lose another while distracted by Bono. Angela will never let him forget it.

He digs his fingers into his elbow, phone in his other hand. They itch to drag Bono in closer, settling him between Lewis’s legs as he shuffles back on the tire, hands on his hips. Palming his ass in those pants.

Bono keeps talking about the rear wing or maybe he’s on about the brakes now. His mouth is still moving. Lewis still doesn’t look down. Bono is fiddling with the cord of his headset. Maybe he needs something in his hands to avoid reaching out too. Even though it’s been years and nothing will ever come from it, Lewis hopes he does anyway.

“Lewis,” Bono says like it’s not the first time he’s said it. Shit. Lewis hums, “Yeah?”

The eyelash is still there.

“You’re not listening to me.”

Lewis grins, shrugging, leaning back onto the tire, bouncing again.

Bono’s eyes flicker down to Lewis’s spread thighs and back up again. Score, Lewis thinks.

Bono might not want lewis. not the way Lewis wants him to but he does want him, just a little, and sometimes that’s even enough.

“You’re distracting,” Lewis says. “Not my fault.”

“I’m literally just talking about the car,” Bono says, eyebrows raising. “About the wings.”

Lewis lets his voice go a little lower, breathy and curling around his words. Looking up through his lashes, he says, “I know,” and watches Bono’s finger tighten around the headphone cord so he doesn’t shove Lewis off his tire. Lewis laughs. A light blush spreads across Bono’s face, colouring the bridge of his nose.

“You’re insufferable,” Bono says, swallowing.

Lewis grins. “But I’m cute though.”

Bono doesn’t say anything as one of the mechanics come up to him, showing him a tablet with something for him to sign off on. Lewis pokes his thigh with a toe.

“Hey. I’m cute though, right? Bono. Bono. Hey.”

Bono ignores him.

The mechanic looks between the two of them, going still. He’s new, Lewis realises as he doesn’t recognise him. Still, he should know his name. He’ll ask Bono later.

Dan leans around the new guy, grinning, elbow on his shoulder. “I think you’re cute, Lewis.”

Lewis smiles at him, winking. “It’s nice to be appreciate around here.”

Bono hands the guy back his tablet. “I wouldn’t know.”

Lewis brushes off the sting. Joke. It’s a joke, Lewis. The voice sounds like Jenson.

Lewis scoffs, “I appreciate you!”

Bono hums, “Do you? Then why don’t you listen to me?”

“I told you. You’re distracting.” Lewis bites his cheeks, tasting sharp copper as it bleeds.

He tilts his head. “Bono.”

Bono is looking at him. “What?”

“Can you do me a favor?”

Bono frowns at him, “You’re going on track in ten minutes.”

Lewis waves a hand, manages not to drop his phone. “No, no. Not that. Could you take off your headphones for a moment.”

Bono squints at him, crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening, “why.” He drags the word out long enough that it doesn’t even sound like a question.

Lewis smiles. “I want to see your hair do the thing.”

Bono shoves him off the tire this time.

“C’mon,” Lewis says, giggling, sprawled out on the floor, propping himself up on his elbows. He feels a little breathless, going all light and weightless with it all. “I want to see it.”

Bono turns back to the screens behind him. “My hair doesn’t ‘do a thing’.”

The mechanics laughing around them. A tv on the wall at the other end of the garage shows a pink and blue car out on track. It swerves a little, skidding over a wet patch, before rightening itself. Lewis hopes that it’s Fernando driving and not Esteban.

“Yeah, man, it does! Goes all, like, smushed in the middle cause of where they sit and it’s very funny.”

Bono’s voice goes all flat at the ends like it does when he’s trying not to laugh. “Well, then, guess you’ll see it after the race, won’t you?”

Lewis groans. “That’s ages away, though. Please. It’s so cute.”

Bono stays watching the screens. The tv is now showing Sebastian, his black helmet stark against the green Aston Martin. It makes Lewis grin like he did when Seb first sent him the design pics weeks ago.

Lewis sighs, dramatic and long and heavy, feeling his lungs shake with it. Let’s Dan pull him up. Bumps shoulders with Bono who cuts a glance at him, smiling slightly. Lewis grins at him. “What were you saying again?”

Bono looks at him for a second.

“I’m not too distracting anymore?” he asks.

Lewis shrugs, making sure he sounds careful and relaxed. “I can manage.”

He must succeed because Bono’s smile widens and he goes back to what he was saying earlier, cord in hand.

There’s a fine line here. One that Bono drew in the sand years ago when he left Lewis to wake up in a cold bed and messy sheets, smiling at him when he sat down opposite him twenty seven minutes later in the Mercedes ordered private plane. and said hey Lewis. Good party? like he always did and Lewis grinned, stomach tight. The ends of Bono’s come still flaking off of Lewis’s stomach. Not having had time to shower. (Part of him had hoped that he’d show up and Bono would look at him with those eyes again and invite him over when they landed in England and Lewis would know, just know, what that meant and neither of them would need to say anything else.)

(Bono didn’t invite him over, clapping him on the shoulder in goodbye the minute they got their bags, and Lewis didn’t see him again until two days before the next race)

(Neither of them needed to say anything else.)

There’s a fine line here. One where Bono doesn’t say anything about Lewis being in love with him and puts up with his teasing and Lewis doesn’t say anything about Bono not loving him back and makes himself still and listen to Bono when it matters, never mentioning that he knows how Bono tastes when he’s laughing.

Lewis bumps his shoulder into Bono’s again and doesn’t look down and doesn’t look at Bono’s mouth. Just listens to him worry about the brakes of a car that sometimes Lewis can’t even bring himself to not hate.

#i started writing fluff and then. yeah. idk what happened #im blaming it on naila bc she keeps talking about unrequited blewis on bonos side n now the brainrot is sinking it but with lewis #stuff i wrote #hopefully rewriting this will get me back into it #blewis #f1 rpf fic #fic.asks #anon tag #niamh.asks

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nylwnder · 2 years

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i remember you

a/n: this is literally my meet cute with rasmus. it will happen. don’t try and change my mind. hope y’all enjoy this sweet fic besties!

pairing: rasmus sandin x fem!reader

warnings: complete fluff, might give you butterflies too lmao

word count: 1.2k

taglist: @11livpangburn , @bb-nhlqueen7 , @swedishprince88 , @callsignlunar , @boqvistsbabe , @savoies , @stars-canucks , @drei-mrssvechii , @ilyasorokinn , @spine-buster , @melissasturges90 , @themotogirl , @thenhlhastakenovermylife

series masterpost

“and… here you go” you sweetly say as you pass the cup of coffee to what seems like the millionth customer you’ve dealt with today.

you don’t mind your barista job at one of toronto’s popular coffee shops, but at the same time you have other great goals you want to achieve in your career after college. you just can’t wait to get to that point in your life.

as that should be the last customer for today, you begin cleaning up the station while your co-worker and friend martha sits up on the counter. amid closing up, the two of you were talking about school up until martha mentions if you’ve rounded up any possible dates yet. for context, there was a goal that the two of you set together: that “we won’t be afraid anymore to get ourselves out there. we’re going to fall in love and that boy will fall in love with us back.”

“not yet. i mean there’s a cute guy in my b-.” you were cut off by someone walking into the shop. he had a burgundy suit on, his phone and a keycard in his hand and his hair was slicked back except for a strand that fell forward and laid against his forehead. his blue eyes met yours before he took his airpods off. “hi, could i get an iced latte? whole milk is fine.” he asked, giving you a genuine smile, not just some half-ass one like everyone else does.

you stood there, a cloth in your hand just staring. martha kicked the back of your legs to wake you up. “um-yeah-uh- just give me a minute.” you said as you scurried to go get all the things you were technically putting away. essentially the coffee shop was closed by now, but clearly martha sat and began talking to you instead of closing the door and turning off the open sign like she should’ve.

“we were just about to close so you came on time!” martha says to him as she acts like she’s cleaning the counter. “oh im sorry! i hope i’m not being a bother-” the boy began to say but martha cut him off “oh you’re no bother! don’t worry, we'll take good care of you!”

‘oh god he’s pretty and nice’ you thought!!!!!!

“ah- here you go!” you said as you handed him his order. “perfect thank you! i really hope i wasn’t a bother.” he says as he grabs the cup softly out of your hands, the tip of his fingers grazing your own.

“no bother! really, no bother at all! have a great rest of your day!!” you say, smiling like a dork. he smiled back, giving the two of you a sweet look before he left.

“oh my god martha i swear-” you whine turning to her and fanning yourself with a cloth. “see that’s why sometimes there’s a good reason for not closing up immediately” she says pointing at the door before she gets up to finally close it.

“he’s cute!! let’s hope he comes back cause he was giving you some real nice looks!!!” martha exclaimes.

—

you were heading to martha’s place after your classes ended for the day. just making one quick detour to pi co. to go get a pizza for dinner. as you were walking, a random old man in some rush pushed your elbow making you lose your balance and drop the pizza in your hand. well you had thought you had dropped the pizza, but some familiar pair of blue eyes met yours as he held the box in his hands. yup, thats right, the cute boy who wanted an ice whole milk latte after closing time a couple days ago.

“your pizza!” he said, handing it to you. “thanks for not letting it get crushed” you say, grabbing it from him and shooting him a smile. you turned around to see the man continuing to push other people in his way, “what a dick!!” the boy ranted. “tell me about it, if i’m sure i think my friend martha fell victim to him last week.” you replied, turning back to the boy.

he shook his head, not liking the thought of this man getting away of doing such a indicent thing. then the boy looked at you again, “oh yeah, i remember you! you're the girl who made me a pretty damn good latte.” he said.

“yeah that’s me!” you agreed, maybe blushing just a bit that he cared to remember you. “i was just about to head over there and get another one”

“oh i don’t work on tuesdays! i have school so i only work mondays, thursdays and sundays!” you explained, the boy nodded.

“well then i’ll see you thursday!” he said, tapping you pizza box before walking away. “oh wait, my names rasmus!”

“y/n!” you replied, he smiled nodding before turning to continue to walk away.

—

you’d then proceed to see rasmus every day you were working. sometimes he’d stay, chat with you a bit between customers. other days he’d give you a big thank you before rushing out with another one of his suits. you’d later find out he was an athlete, specifically a hockey player for the maple leafs. though it was funny because the scotiabank arena wasn’t necessarily that close by from where the coffee shop is. ‘no wonder he’d have to run to his car sometimes’ you thought.

that didn’t stop the two of you from forming a connection. sandy took you on your first proper date. he picked you up and he was even standing outside, leaning on his car in a special suit you hadn’t seen him in before. he twirled you around to see “all of that pretty dress of yours”. from then, there were many more dates to come.

everytime you were with him, you were blushing massively. he’d compliment you all the time. tell you jokes till your stomach hurt. he was nothing short than a spark in your life and you’ve never quite experienced such a lovely feeling like the one he makes you feel everyday.

“i think about you a lot, you know. you’re like all i think about actually.” you admitted, as the two of you laid down beside each other on the cool grass. he chuckled, grabbing your hand to draw shapes on your skin with his fingers.

“but i’m nothing special” you joked, he playfully hit your arm. “do not say that. you’re very fucking special to me.” he said, turning his head to look at you. you smiled, “i know i just wanted to hear you say that” you giggled.

“the moon knows,” sandy spoke, a couple of minutes later. you looked up at the big circular shape that was drawing light on the two of you. “knows what?” you asked, turning to look at sandy. “knows that we’re in love.”

the two of you have never said the words yet, it’s only been a couple of months since you became official. though you’ve obviously always implied your love in everything that you’ve done for him, and he’s done the exact same.

“the moon knows how madly in love i am with you.”

his heart warms at how your eyes crinkle with your smile. you pull him in for a kiss, mumbling that you love him too against his lips.

“say it again?” you ask after, tugging at the small strands of hair at the back of his neck. “i. love. you.” he kisses your nose before he pulls you into another sweet kiss.

now you have no idea what your future will bring, but you do know that right now you’re so happy. like really blissfully happy. and this feeling of butterflies in your stomach, is all you need right now.

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sideofcalimary · 1 year

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[Domino side story] Smart, Social, and Shoto

Hitoshi, Ochako, and Shoto all watch as Izuku shifts his way towards one of the brightly colored houses in the little neighborhood. The three following Izuku's movements like hawks of varying interest

Hitoshi: I can't believe you pulled it off

Shoto: She pulled ON his clothes

Ochako: Don't underestimate the female gaze. Midoriya-Kun is already cute on his own, he just needed to dress to show off his assets

Shoto: is that why you made him wear skinny jeans?

Hitoshi: as-SET-

Ochako: No he's right

Hitoshi whips his head towards her: What?

Ochako: what? Midoriya-kun has a decently nice butt! Look!

Hitoshi: I'm not gonna look at my friend's ass

Shoto: I will

Shoto doesn't hesitate to stick his head out the back window and watch Izuku approach the house

Hitoshi: Todo that's fucking weird

Shoto: what's weird is Bakugo suddenly calling Izuku to tell him they're going to jam at Jiro-San's house instead

Ochako: sounds like a ret con from an author who forgot a plot point

Hitoshi: You two have been hanging out too much.. and get your head back in the car!

Shoto does: You can hang out with us too

Hitoshi: and be subjected to Chako and your horrible movie decisions. I'd rather get run over by a unicycle

Shoto: That's a sad way to die

Ochako: You're being dramatic

Hitoshi: Says the girl who cried watching a fictional fish losing his disabled son

Ochako: YOU CRIED DURING UP

Hitoshi: BECAUSE I'M NOT A HEARTLESS MONSTER

Shoto: I CRIED WHEN MY MOM POURED BOILING WATER ON MY FACE

both Hitoshi and Ochako turn to Shoto in the back

Ochako: well, that was a cold dump of water

Shoto: It was boiling hot-

Hitoshi: You need a shoulder to cry on and Izuku ain't here

Shoto: Oh then I should-

Shoto attempts to leave the car only for Ochako to quickly yank him back: NO! no no no. You just sit here and uh

Hitoshi: Not talk about your childhood trauma like it's a casual conversation starter

Ochako: be nice

Hitoshi: you first

Ochako shoves him lightly then smiles at Shoto: How about we go get something to eat? Midoriya-kun said he would take a bus home so we're free to just hang out together

Hitoshi: I'd rather just drop you both off at the nearest 7-11 and go home. I'm exhausted

Ochako: you've literally done nothing but complain today

Hitoshi: being this charming is hard work

Shoto: You should have a lot of energy then

Ochako highfives him

Hitoshi: ... I can't even be mad at that

Ochako: I taught him well

Shoto: Did I slay?

Ochako: You slaughtered

The trio, after leaving Izuku to do his A plot, drove down town for their own little B plot adventure

At least that's how Shoto's been calling it

Hitoshi: I can hear your internal monologue

Ochako: and here I thought Midoriya-kun's mumbling was bad

Shoto: This is why we're side characters

Ochako: We're not! I get Bakugo calls everyone an extra but it doesn't mean we are

Hitoshi: If anything, Shoto's the comic relief

Ochako: and what does that make you?

Hitoshi: the snarky side character that everyone loves but only appears to make fun of the main character

Ochako: and I'm..?

Shoto: the love interest

Ochako sputters and screams as Hitoshi accident swirves the car. He gets it back under control and slows down

Shoto ends up laying on his back on the floor of the car, legs up against the door while Ochako clutches at her seatbelt for dear life

Ochako: SHISO!

Hitoshi: HE CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD!

Shoto: you asked for my opinion

Hitoshi: your opinion is trash

Ochako: Oh what? So I'm not good enough to be a love interest

Hitoshi: I didn't fucking say that! But that would mean you're Mido's love interest and we all know he's ass over tits in love with a ticking time bomb

Shoto: I never said she was Izuku's love interest. I just said she was one

Ochako: to who?

Shoto climbs back onto his seat: To Spiderman

Hitoshi hits the brakes, sending Shoto flying forward and falling off his seat again

Shoto: you're a horrible driver

Hitoshi: suffer

Ochako quickly helps Shoto up and glares at Hitoshi who glares back

Ochako: I'm gonna need you to elaborate on that, Todo

Hitoshi: I'd rather stay ignorant

Shoto sits up again and rubs his head: Well, you've interacted with him before. You told us about how you blackmailed-

Ochako: bargained

Shoto: and threatened-

Ochako: negotiated

Shoto: Spiderman into becoming your model. And you two have talked and you've been open about how you find him attractive

Ochako: no need to call me out on that

Hitoshi: how does THAT make her a love interest? If anything she's an antagonist

Ochako: RUDE

Shoto: well, it's the first arc of their relationship. You told me he visits you every now and then even after you gave him the photo-

Hitoshi looks at Ochako: he WHAT

Shoto: -so there's room for a relationship to grow from it the more you two get to know one another

Ochako waves her hands: Don't be ridiculous. Without context you make it sound like he's already fallen in love with me or something

Hitoshi: has he?

Ochako: No! He comes over because- well I can't tell you!

Hitoshi: oh ho ho and why the FUCK not?

Ochako huffs: it's none of your business

Hitoshi: I beg to differ, Mochi. A vigilante hero is coming into your apartment to visit? For a reason you can't tell us?! Oh well it sounds to me that you two are having more than just a Photoshoot

Ochako growls: Are you calling me a-

Shoto: we're here

The two look out and see the ice cream shop Hitoshi had coincidentally stopped at when they started yelling. They both turn to each other then at Shoto who seemed very unaffected by the situation

Shoto: Are we gonna get ice cream or a divorce?

The conversation stopped there. Both Hitoshi and Ochako sat on either side of Shoto in a booth

The three ordered their ice cream in silence, trading glances and unspoken words of "We'll talk about it later"

All the while Shoto sits between the chaos

Unaware of what he had done

Shoto: You two sound like my parents before the divorce

Ochako: Keep eating your ice cream

Hitoshi: not the time, Todo

Shoto: it's like I'm 7 again

#BkdkSpiderPool #bkdk #mha bkdk #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x izuku #midoriya izuku #deku #kacchadeku #kachan #spiderpoolau #fanfic #writting #story #bkdk fanfic

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hualianff · 2 years

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Hot Ranch-Owning Gays Ride into the Sunset

(tags: being gay on horses)

Thinking about HC who co-owns the ranch with YSH. HC mainly cares for the horses while YSH takes care of the other animals on the ranch: cows, chickens, pigs, etc.

They run a summer program where people can learn to ride horses for a fun group activity. Cue SQX bringing a group that includes HX, XL, MQ, and FX.

See HC walking around shirtless, dressed in those jeans that make his ass look good. He’s ripped and tanned, your honor. Gorgeously hot.

You bet your ass that when HC first sees XL, he personally helps out the pretty boy from the city. He shows XL how to safely pet the horse; he helps lift XL onto the horse; HC even rides his own horse alongside XL, making casual conversation.

XL positively preens under this very attractive man’s attention.

“Gege is a natural. Are you sure this is your first time riding?”

XL smiles sheepishly, tugging on the reins after almost losing his balance for the nth time. HC really knew how to butter someone up.

“Riding a horse? Yes, it’s my first time-”

HC nearly chokes on his spit at XL’s clarification. Does this mean that XL has experience riding other things!?

“-and I’m glad you’re here with me.”

Oh? If HC were walking on his own two feet instead of sitting upon E’ming - who’s behaving quite well today - he would have stumbled like a fool.

“You’re really nice to talk to,” XL finishes, directing his kind eyes toward HC.

And yeah, HC swore he would never have a thing for city boys.

But for XL, he’s willing to make an exception.

In the background, MQ is withering away under the sun’s scorching heat and FX is sweating buckets - he might as well go shirtless. YSH coaxes HX into being less stiff and SQX is having the time of their life vlogging everything.

After that, it’s not a surprise that XL signs up for future lessons.

Private lessons.

With HC.

And the rest is history.

***

After XL’s fifth lesson when he’s super-duper sore because “who knew sitting with your legs straddled and being jostled up and down for so long could make it hard to walk??” , HC carries him back to the check-in building and offers a massage.

XL blushes to the roots of his hair as he shyly accepts.

(YSH when she sees HC carrying XL into his private house: “simp”)

(Later on, when they finally begin dating, HC indeed gives XL many butt and thigh massages after riding practices.)

***

Over time, XL becomes a decent rider. The horses love him too, almost as much as they love HC. Which is saying a lot because HC feeds and grooms them.

Once, XL tries riding E’Ming.

E’ming, the cheeky bastard, starts bucking! Playfully trying to yeet XL off.

Unfortunately, for HC’s poorly concealed crush, XL manages to stay on by grabbing the reins tight and leaning close against E’Ming’s body, swerving his hips in a way that has HC mesmerized.

(YSH walking by and snapping a picture: “that horny grip is unreal” )

***

XL brags about his boyfriend all the time to his city co-workers and sometimes fengqing but they just scoff because “a rancher as a boyfriend is so fucking lame”

Then HC visits for a week.

And HC fits into the city scene perfectly while still maintaining his own character. Read: the sexy rancher who wears his shirts half-unbuttoned, boots that click loudly upon the pavement, long hair pulled back into a low, loose bun.

Two eyes with startling heterochromia; one eye an aqua blue and the other a shade of brown that appears scarlet in the sunlight.

He’s tan and muscled and speaks with a slight accent in the standard dialect.

XL is prepared for the amount of claiming he has to do. He is a city boy, after all.

HC is more than happy to indulge in public displays of affection.

Private displays as well. For the rest of the week, XL has a very sore back and ass. Help him.

***

XL spends part time in the city, and part time at HC’s ranch. It fluctuates depending on his work schedule.

Whenever XL comes back, if HC is near, he will sprint towards XL and scoop him up and twirl him around in circles.

“Gege came back!”

XL shrieks with laughter.

“I’ll always come back to my lovely San Lang.”

They hug for a solid twenty seconds.

Hualian are so so in love. HC never even dreamed of finding a lover and look, XL just came into his life and turned his world upside down !

(SQX: “you’re welcome, by the way”

HC: “go away”)

XL is just so curious and kind and compassionate and knows how to enjoy himself. What HC doesn’t fully realize is that he has made XL comfortable and loved enough to freely be himself.

XL gives HC everything HC never thought he deserved.

HC is used to being alone, but after meeting XL, he doesn’t want to be.

And he doesn't have to be.

(*Symphony by Cody Fry plays*)

***

HC and YSH are health nuts and grow most of their food themselves.

Xl loves helping YSH tend to the gardens!

(Also…

XL cracking an egg with one hand: 😊🍳

HC and YSH: “WHAT HOW!?”)

***

Even though XL grew up in the big city, he LOVES being outdoors. So all the activities HC is used to doing alone. Hiking? Washing things by the river. Fishing. Riding horses in the open fields-

He has XL to accompany him now!

HC showing XL his favorite flower field to lay down in and gaze up at the clouds.

XL star-fishing on his back, eyes closed in bliss, laughing, flowers surrounding him. He paints a picture of perfection. HC knows this is what happiness looks like.

“OH! SAN LANG! Lemme make you a flower crown!”

***

Hualian definitely have car sex.

The aftermath…

XL: “this was definitely the most uncomfortable place to have sex at”

HC: “i dunno, we haven’t tried on a horse yet”

***

News spreads fast that the notorious lone wolf HC got himself cuffed.

Different ranchers from around had to visit and take a look. Some are in disbelief, never thought the rumors would be true. HC was so distant and short with people, who would want that?

Others are jealous. Someone tired the top gay bachelor in the area and it’s a freaking city boy?

Some have the chance of stumbling upon XL before HC when they arrive at Paradise Ranch. XL, with his shirt off, silver chain necklace hanging from his neck, and short jean shorts - easily shoveling hay.

Since when did HC hire a stable boy?

XL greets them with a bright smile and offers to walk them to the front office, assuming they need to check in to be shown around.

“Nah, we’re here for Hua Cheng. We’re buddies of his and wanted to catch up.”

And XL will be like: “I see. Let me fetch San Lang for you.”

And he jogs off, low bun gradually falling out.

(The other ranchers: “WHOMST IS THIS SAN LANG??”)

And HC arrives, dressed as liberally as XL is.

He has very visible hickeys on his neck, which confirms that yes, this man has been getting laid on the daily.

HC pauses his conversation to tell XL: “I’ll finish with the hay. Why don’t you go in and take a bath? When I’m done here, we’ll get ready for dinner together, okay?”

XL tries to protest at first but HC shuts him up with a kiss, and a hand stroking his waist, a gesture saying “be a good boy and do as I say.”

XL finally nods, and waves his boyfriend and company off.

HC crosses his arms and smirks knowingly at his visitors.

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hualian #xie lian #hua cheng #modern au #cerdrabbles #fluff #gay horse boys

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