#my phone was too heavy for my pocket so i had no idea my pants were slipping this much and they're already so loose OTL

[yamsgarden]

omg seeing my friend's amazing Splatoon cosplay, reminds me that I forgot to share a few pics of our Frye and Shiver from Anime North!

It was super fun and everyone was so nice, I hope to come back next year :3 There were so many french poeple i felt like i was at home ngl ahaha

Hope we can also get a real photoshoot someday OTL

My friend @/ mumu_taingerine on IG made the costumes and the base for the wigs in EVA foam

I painted the wigs and made the masks and (most) accessories

#splatoon cosplay #cosplay #anime north #splatoon #frye #shiver #splatoon 3 #sorry for anyone who took a pic and saw a bit of my underwear D: #my phone was too heavy for my pocket so i had no idea my pants were slipping this much and they're already so loose OTL #I only realized after poeple shared a few pics #it's not that bad but u know #it's not on model XD jk jk #oh well #it happens

[worldlxvlys]

hey queennn

I have a fic idea

DWB Chris

He’s out ona. Deal for a while bc his customer was being difficult and he’s pissed and you are waiting home for him in lingerie in surprise to calm his nerves

SMUT OBVI

overstimulation w heavy dom Chris 😛😛

break it in

dealer w/ benefits! chris x reader

warnings: smutttt, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie, overstimulation, cursing, oral (fem receiving), masturbation, fingering, squirting

a/n -> for my love @hearts4chriss <33

i let out a heavy sigh as i stared at the lavender set of lingerie that decorated my body.

the fabric was practically transparent, my hardened nipples pressing against it.

this was the fourth set that i had tried on, the other three sprawled out on my bed.

chris was taking a little bit longer than i expected, so i decided to try on some of the new sets i purchased while i was out today.

knowing he would probably come home stressed from dealing all day, i wanted to help him destress from the day.

and while i loved every set, i wasn’t sure which one to wear.

i let my gaze travel to my bed, staring intently at the other three sets that laid on it, trying to make a decision.

before i knew it, i was in my own world, imagining what he’d do to me in each one.

suddenly, a cold pair of hands wrapped around my waist, “new set?”

immediately, i snapped out of it, becoming reoriented to my surroundings. the second i heard his voice, i immediately relaxed into his touch.

“yeah, well a few new ones” i spoke as i nodded towards the other sets.

“i love it” he whispered, his lips brushing against my skin.

“i love you” i told him, craning my neck to look at him.

he pressed his lips against mine, leaving a sweet kiss to my lips, “i love you too baby”

he began to leave kisses along my neck, nudging the skin with his nose.

i tilted my head to the side, accepting the kisses while i stared at our reflections in the mirror.

his fingers ran along the skin of my stomach, stopping every now and then to play with the bottom of the bra, then resuming their movements.

the feeling of his cold hands pressed against my hot skin sent shivers down my spine, a trail of goosebumps following them.

he used the grip he had on my waist to pull me into him, his hard dick pressing against my thigh.

“chris” i sighed out as i pushed my hips back onto his, grinding against his crotch.

“which one is your favorite? wanna fuck you in it” he whispered into my ear.

“shit- i don’t know, i can’t decide” i spoke, head falling forward as the fabric of his sweatpants rubbed against the thin panties.

“no? guess i’ll just fuck you in all of them then” he spoke, pulling away to take off his shirt.

my eyes widened at the statement, thighs clenching together at the thought of it.

“all of them?”

“if you model them for me, i’ll do whatever you want to help you… break them in.”

i turned around to face him, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone.

“you know, usually…” i held the phone out to him, “modeling involves pictures”

his eyes lit up at that, eagerly grabbing the phone from my hand.

i pulled away from him, crawling onto the bed.

i laid down on my stomach, legs crossing in the air while i stared at the camera.

i poked my ass in the air slightly, while i clenched the sheets between my fingers.

“is this good?” i asked him, watching as his mouth hung open while he held the phone up.

“fuck yeah, you look so good” he spoke as he stared at me through his phone screen.

after a few clicks of the camera, he placed his phone down on the bed.

“don’t move” he spoke as he pulled down his pants and boxers.

once he kicked the clothes to the side, he came closer to me, his hands immediately finding their way to my ass.

“what do you want me to do, baby?”

“fuck me like this”

“was hoping you’d say that” he spoke as he moved my underwear to the side.

“god, this color looks perfect on you” he whispered as he pulled on the lavender fabric.

he lined himself up with my entrance, pushing his cock into me without warning.

i let out a moan at his harsh thrusts, each movement making my body jerk further into the bed.

he used the grip he had on my panties as leverage, the light material bunching up between his fingers.

“god, chris! feels so good” i moaned as his dick slid in and out of me effortlessly.

he was a perfect fit inside of my tight hole, my walls holding his cock in a firm hug inside of me.

“always take me so fucking well, my perfect girl, made just for me” he groaned as his hips slapped against mine.

“this what you had in mind when you put that lingerie on?” he asked as he pulled my hand behind my back, using them to hold onto while he pounded into me from behind.

“or do you need me to fuck you harder?” he asked, whispering into my ear.

“fuck- i” i took a deep breath, willing my brain to calm down so i could form the words i wanted, “harder, please” i cried out.

granting my wish, he let go of my hands in order to wrap his arm around my neck, effectively choking me while his chest pressed flush to my back.

i could barely speak as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, face scrunching up in pleasure.

he took the skin of my shoulder between his teeth, lightly biting it as he continued to groan against the skin.

he gripped my jaw harshly, moving my face to look at him, “you like this one?” he asked as he toyed with the strap of my bra that had begun to fall down my arm.

i nodded my head furiously, not being able to get any noise out of my mouth other than loud moans.

“me too, baby. something about you in this color drives me crazy” he mumbled.

“you gonna cum all over my cock like a good girl?” he asked as i clenched around him, hands fisting at the bed sheets.

“yes, chris ! yes, i’m so so close” i whined out, the slightest bit of drool dribbling down the corner of my mouth.

he reached under my body, his fingers expertly rubbing my clit.

“cum with me, baby” he groaned into my ear, hips stuttering.

i reached behind me, needing something to hold onto while my body was overtaken with pleasure. catching on, he laced our fingers together while my juices leaked out of me and onto his cock.

“oh my god” he groaned at the feeling, holding me close while he shot thick ropes of cum inside of me.

“fuck, fuck, fuck” he whispered as his legs shook, more and more cum spilling out of him.

i was a moaning mess under him, eyes rolled so far into the back of my head i could barely see.

he pulled out slowly after thrusting a few more times, watching as our pleasure slipped out of my abused hole.

i turned onto my back so i could look up at him, but he couldn’t seem to look away from the mess we made.

the mixture of our juices was smeared against my glistening thighs, and my panties were completely saturated.

he quickly pulled them off of me, letting out a groan at the site of my pleasure-covered pussy.

“play with yourself” he spoke from above me, taking me by surprise.

“i- what? chris, i’m too sensitive”

he left a smack to my clit, making my hips jerk up at the feeling.

“play” smack. “with” smack. “yourself” smack. i let out a whine with each sting to my sensitivity, quickly listening to him.

i let out a breathless “fuck" as i slowly rubbed my pussy, mouth hanging open slightly.

he moved my hand to my clit, pushing it further into the bundle of nerves.

“chris, oh my-” i cried out as i toyed with my puffy clit.

“faster” he rasped, watching my body jolt and squirm with every movement.

i sped up my movements, thighs automatically clamping shut around my hand.

i wasn’t even sure when he picked up his phone, but the sound of the camera click filled the room soon after.

“open up, pretty girl” he spoke, gesturing to my legs that stayed shut as i assaulted my own clit.

i followed his instructions, pushing my shaky legs open, exposing my drenched pussy to the camera.

after a few more clicks, he threw the phone to the side.

he hooked his hands around my thighs before pulling my body towards him.

i could barely even register what was happening before my own hand was replaced with his.

he placed one hand on my stomach, the other pushing a finger into my entrance.

“c-chris!” i shuddered as he plunged his finger in and out of my slick walls.

my hands immediately found his back, my nails scratching the skin while my back arched off of the bed.

i was already close from the stimulation to my clit, but he didn’t seem to have any intentions of stopping any time soon.

“fuck, chris. it’s so- holy fuck” i babbled, not even able to finish a sentence.

“not stopping until you’re covered in cum” he groaned, his fingers inside of me producing a loud squelching noise.

“chris, i don’t-” i spoke, grabbing his arm. “take it” he said, swatting my hand away.

every time i reached for his arm to slow him down, he’d speed his fingers up.

“use your words” he spoke.

my body shook roughly under him, my eyes crossing as my head flew back.

my hands flew around, searching desperately for something to hold onto.

my hips rose off of the bed, thighs flying shut.

deciding he had enough of my squirming, he held my thighs apart with a firm grip, pushing his face between them.

“fuck! chris, i’m gonna-” the feeling of his warm tongue against my heat pushed me over the edge.

he opened his mouth wide, scooping up every drop of my release with his tongue, lapping it up like his life depended on it.

“need more” he groaned against my cunt, making sure no part of my pussy was left untouched.

“c-chris, ok!” i giggled, quickly cutting myself off with a moan as he moved his tongue against me feverishly.

he hooked my legs over his shoulders as he ate me out like a man starved.

his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his tongue darted in every direction it could.

he moaned and groaned against me, his fingers digging deep into the skin of my shaking thighs.

he clamped his mouth around my clit, sucking the life out of it.

all i could do was let out a strangled moan as he pushed me closer and closer to another orgasm.

“chris-” i was barely able to warn him before my body tensed, my orgasm hitting me suddenly.

one second i was screaming out, and the next chris’s face was dripping wet.

my eyes widened at the sight, but chris’s face turned into a grin.

he licked his lips excitedly, before leaving a few kisses to my thighs.

my eyelids grew heavy, and a sudden wave of sleepiness came over me.

“you tired, baby?” he asked, his lips continuing to dance across my skin.

i nodded lightly, eyes falling shut. “i got you, my love” he whispered to me.

the last thing i felt before falling asleep was a light kiss to my cheek.

💋💋💋💋

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[multifandomgirl08]

Be Something You'll Love and Understand [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Daniel Ricciardo (Platonic)

Summary: He knew that he should have called his mom yesterday but he was still wrapping his head around the idea of being a father.

Warning(s): N/A

A/N: This is set the day after the Prologue.

Title taken from Simple Man originally by Lynyrd Skynyrd covered by Shinedown.

Words: 1.6k

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Max had never felt more sleep-deprived in his life. Even staying up for a 24-hour endurance race had never made him this tired.

Daniel had been at his apartment last night helping him with Nico. He helped Max order formula, clothing, and diapers. Most of it would be delivered today. Both he and Daniel had to look up instructions on how to make the formula out of powder and warm water, and then how to put the bottles together so that Nico could eat.

Right now he was running on less than 8 hours of sleep, and Daniel was sitting on his couch with Nico who was finally asleep after a diaper change and a bottle that he didn’t end up screwing the portion size up.

He pulled his phone out of the front pocket of his pants and dialed his mom. He knew that he should have called her yesterday but he was still wrapping his head around this whole thing.

He let the phone ring in his ear for a few seconds before he heard the dial tone come to an end. “Mum?” He asked.

“Max?” She questioned back. The sound of her voice made some of the tightness in his shoulders go away.

“I… I need your help.”

“What’s going on Max?” He could hear the unmistakable sound of concern in her voice. It was something that he was still growing used to at times after not having remembered much of the time that he got to spend with her when he was a child.

“You remember Amelia?” Max’s eyes fell over the open letter that laid face up on his coffee table. Her scribbled words ran through his head. You’re the best thing for him. He had taken to finally reading it when Nico had managed to fall asleep around 4 am.

“Yes,” She started to say.

“She, she was pregnant when we ended things. I didn’t know, she never told me.” He started with. He was trying his best not to break down into tears. “Mum, she left me the baby.”

Sophie said nothing to him for a few moments before he heard, “Oh Max.”

“I don’t know what to do. Daniel has been helping me since I found out yesterday.”

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” She calmly said. “I’m going to pack a bag, and then I’m going to take the first flight that I can to get over there.”

Max just nodded even though his mother couldn’t see. “Has the baby eaten?” She asked.

“He ate an hour ago, Daniel finally managed to get him to sleep.” Max could hear the distant sound of typing through the phone.

“That’s good. Let him sleep for as long as possible. You and Daniel can take turns with him, and nap in between until I get there.” 

“Mum?” He half asked.

“Yeah, Maxy?”

“Thank you, I love you.” She was dropping everything to fly to Monaco to help him with this. She didn’t have to do it. She could have just stayed home and tried to help him with this from a distance.

“I love you too, I should be there in a couple of hours. My flight should get in by 4, I’ll take a cab so you don’t have to pick me up. Okay?” Max tried to find the clock on the wall and saw he would only have to wait 5 hours until his mother would be here.

“Okay.”

After getting off the phone with Sophie, Max was able to get some sleep. It wasn’t much, he had been awake when Daniel had gone up to his apartment to grab a change of clothes, Max’s eyes started to feel heavy as he was lying on the couch. At some point he woke up, forcing his eyes open to see Nico still on his chest, and the clock read 4:29 pm.

He could hear the sound of keys banging against the front door to his apartment before the door opened fully.

“He’ll be happy to see you.” He heard from Daniel. “He’s out of his element with this.”

He couldn’t hear his mother’s response, but he did see her dark hair from where he was lying on the couch.

“He was still sleeping when I went to let you in.” Max could hear the wheels from what he could only assume was his mother’s suitcase.

“Max?” Sophie asked, looking out into the living room. He tried to move up the couch without moving Nico. As he tried to sit up, Nico let out a disgruntled whimper.

He met the eyes of his mother and could see the shock in her eyes. It was one thing for him to tell her that he had a child but another to see him with a baby swaddled into his chest.

“Hi Mum,” He did his best to move Nico into the crook of his arm. He didn’t want to wake him, but he did want to sit up on the couch.

Sophie made her way over to him leaving her bag by Daniel. She moved to sit next to him before peering into the bundle of blankets to see the little boy sleeping. She said nothing as she looked at Nico.

“Can I hold him?” She asked.

Max didn’t even have to think about moving Nico into her arms. He saw her lean back into the couch and then placed Nico into her arms. He could tell from the look on his mom’s face that she was a little shocked to be holding a baby that he had a part in creating.

In the background, Max heard Daniel mention something about putting Sophie’s bag in the guest room before leaving the two of them in the living room.

“How are you managing?” She asked. Max couldn’t help but slightly shake his head.

“Not well,” If his mother wasn’t holding Nico he would have put his head into her lap. He wanted to tell her what Jos had done, but he also didn’t want more bad blood between his parents. It was only in the last few years after he turned 18 that his parents had finally managed to co-exist with each other peacefully.

“What are you not telling me?” His mother knew him too well.

“Dad…” He tried to start saying, “He knew about Nico. He tried to pay Amelia off so I wouldn’t know about him.”

Sophie said nothing, she just kept rocking Nico in her arms for a few moments.

“Was it because of her… or was it about you racing?” Max knew that she didn’t really have to ask.

“You already know the answer.” He said flatly.

“Well, I’m sure to him he was doing what he thought was right by your career.” Max knew that his mother didn’t have to defend Jos or take his side on things. Was Max horrible for wanting her to tell him that Jos was out of line for making choices for him? Max was 22, he didn’t need his father going behind his back and making choices for him that he didn’t agree with.

“But what about what’s right for him?” Max gestured to Nico.

His mother gave him a soft smile, “Well, as his father. It’s up to you to figure out what you think that’ll be as he grows up.”

Max felt like he could start spilling all of the things that he didn’t want to do as a parent, every possible insecurity that he had, and the concerns about how all of this was going to work in the long run.

Max was grateful that Nico was in Sophie’s arms while the thoughts were running through his mind.

“How’s he doing, sleeping, eating?” Sophie gestured to her arms. Max started to talk about Nico’s odd sleep schedule. Every three hours almost on the clock he needed to either eat or sleep. 

Max talked about the formula mishap, he had given Nico only three ounces, then he was still crying because he was hungry. Max made more but Nico only drank a bit not finishing the rest of the bottle.

When Nico started to get fussy, Max moved to the kitchen assuming that he wanted to eat, but instead, Sophie stuck her nose right up to Nico’s diaper and declared he needed to be changed. Max pulled out the diaper bag that Nico came with, finding the last two diapers left. Sophie had asked for a soft towel since they would be changing Nico on the couch since Max didn’t have a changing table.

Sophie oversaw as Max changed Nico’s diaper, only suggesting to not strap him into it so tight, after all, it was a diaper, not a racing seat with five-point harness. Max got it right leaving a two finger space in the front before snapping the bottom of Nico’s onesie back in place.

“Have you figured out how you are going to manage your schedule and him?” Sophie had asked after Daniel had offered to order all of them dinner.

“Not yet, I thought a nanny for when I am not home but for now, I can take care of him until I have to leave for promo in February.”

“That’s smart,” Daniel said. “Gives you a few months with ‘em before the season.”

Sophie gave Daniel a soft smile.

“I’ll stay with you until you find someone you like.” Sophie was quick to offer.

“Mum, no.” He immediately protested. Victoria just had Luka and his mom should be back in Belgium helping her, not worrying about him.

“I know what you’re thinking, but Victoria has Tom. You need me right now, just until you find a nanny and figure out a schedule for my grandson.” Sophie looked over to the couch where Nico was lying between a few pillows. He was fast asleep for now having just finished a full bottle of formula at the correct portion size.

He wanted to protest again, stating that he could figure it out. Sophie gave him a soft but stern look that he read as, I’m not leaving, deal with it.

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[liaslullaby]

City Lights

You belong to the Port Mafia and after Oda informs you that he is worried about Dazai's behavior, you both set out to try to find him.

Contents: afab!reader, mafia Dazai (but he acts more like ADA Dazai), fingering, cunnilingus on the edge of a building, praise, consensual, mentions of a possible suicide attempt, he calls you Bella, Donna and Belladonna, handjob, blowjob, unprotected sex, pull out.

Word count: 6.9K

+18 MDNI—Explicit content

A/N: this is my first time writing here, I just wanted to try and see what happens. English is not my first language so I apologize if there are any mistakes in my writing.

You ran desperately throughout the building, as much as your legs would carry you, opening every door that came your way, ignoring the screams and threats of the individuals inside the rooms once you determined that he was not there, only then did you leave the place to continue with your search, it was like a game of hide-and-seek in which someone's life was probably at stake and that someone was Dazai.

Once you made sure to check the entire place, you got on the elevator, taking the opportunity to try to regulate your heavy breathing. After pressing the number for the next floor, you took your cell phone out of your pocket to check if you had any messages from Oda, while you searched the upper floors he searched the lower ones, the first one to find him had to notify the other.

This search method was frankly tiring you out but Mori wouldn't let you see the cameras unless the mafia was in danger and unlike the two of you, no one else seemed really worried about the brunette, clearly, him thinking about making an attempt on his life was not something that surprised anyone. Normally not even the two of you would take it so seriously but Oda mentioned that he was uneasy about Dazai's behavior after a night of drinking, you just couldn't let it go and that's why he had told you, maybe because he knew you were the only person who would care as much as he did.

You weren't sure when he had time to get so deep into your heart but you weren't going to be calm until you saw him. If Chuuya realized you were so concern about Dazai he would most likely make fun of you but you would worry about him later.

If you were Dazai where would you be? You pondered that question a couple of times, getting frustrated in your attempt to find an answer, the one with chocolate eyes was simply too smart for you to be able to think like him, if he didn't want to be found no one would find him, that was a fact. Whenever you tried to think like him you ended up coming to the same conclusion, maybe he was on the roof but it didn't make sense to you, he wasn't such a typical person who just wanted to end his life anyway, Osamu wouldn't jump off the roof because the end could be physically painful and he felt rejection towards the pain. However, after having just that one idea you found yourself going back to the elevator and pressing the number for the top floor, skipping the other ones and ignoring everything in that place to go straight to the stairs that led to the roof.

The door was half open, letting in the outside air, you pushed it slightly and looked out realizing that your hunch was correct. There he was, standing on the edge of the building, one wrong step and it would be a fatal fall. He was wearing only his white shirt and black pants, without his black trench coat, his shoes lay next to him perfectly placed, he had his hands in his pockets and his gaze fixed on the view in front of him.

You let out a sigh of relief and text Oda immediately, you told him to go home and that this time you would take care of him, he didn't seem as serious as you thought after all. You closed the door behind you softly and slowly approached him.

"Could you come down from there?" You asked him in a calm voice, a bit of softness to speed up the process, frankly you were too tired to stay there all night.

"Belladonna, have you seen how beautiful the city looks from here?" He asked without turning around, he didn't need to do it to know who was behind him. You weren't surprised that he had noticed so easily, maybe he knew from the beginning that you would come. "It's like a painting in motion... I wonder how many of the people down there have something to hold onto."

"Something to hold on to?" You asked, your gaze traveling from his body to what was in front of him, the city. Modern buildings, some unnecessarily tall structures that cost a fortune to build, the entire place was filled with bright lights interrupting the night with its light pollution and the unmistakable noise of the crowd below overshadowed the calm sound of the wind.

"Something that makes them wake up every morning and be grateful for being alive, their family, friends, a pet or even a love... it may not even be a living being for some of them," he explained, turning calmly, his feet touching the edge of the abyss for a second making your heart skip a beat. "People cling to work because they need money, I think they will also have something that makes them subconsciously cling to life, something that makes them happy enough to want to continue living."

You couldn't be sure if all this speech was coming from his alcohol intake, probably not, those words could perfectly well come out of the mouth of a completely sober Dazai, Oda said that he had drunk more than normal but surely he wasn't even drunk, he was just saying whatever was on his mind.

"Do you have something to hold on to Bella?" He asked, placing one of his hands on his chin, narrowing his eyes as he looked directly at you, as if he could read your mind. "Let's not go too deep... you have something to make you cling to the mafia?"

"You know I have it" you responded, looking away from him again.

Anyone with half a brain in the mafia could guess the answer to that question.

The same reason you had joined the mafia was the reason you clung to it, Nakahara Chuuya. Since you had joined the sheep you swore loyalty to the redhead and unlike the rest of your friends that loyalty remained even after the rest betrayed him, no matter what they said, if he had collaborated with the Port Mafia he would have his reasons, if he had joined them he would have his reasons for that too and as long as he allowed you to accompany him you were going to be by his side no matter what happened. Even in the mafia your loyalty was not really to Mori but to the gravity manipulator, if Chuuya's loyalty was with that man then yours would be too.

"Chibi-chan is lucky" the brunette assured, smiling, hiding sadness in that gesture, not even bothering to hide it enough so that you couldn't notice it. Did he hope that he was the reason why you clung to this place? Or maybe it just affected him to think that he was the only one who had nothing to hold on to.

You almost never understood him, mainly his fixation with death gave you chills, his way of acting seemed confusing and his intellect was overwhelming but there was something in particular about him that kept catching your attention, that aura of a writer in pain, which he carried as if it were his eternal luggage. You can't help but feel that he was suffering as only artists knew how to suffer and that made you want to pay attention to him every time he entered a room. His suffering was poetic and intriguing, you wanted to know what was really behind all that, what was behind Dazai Osamu's mask, that's why you had let him get so close to you, dig an egg in your heart and get into it as much as he felt like it.

"Come and dance with me," he said, extending one of his hands gently, his flirtatious expression now replacing that hurt smile.

"I'll dance with you if you come down from there." You assured crossing your arms, he pouted at your response.

"But if you dance with me here we can have a better view" he tried to convince you, put both hands in the air pretending that he was placing one of them on someone`s shoulder and holding their waist with the other, humming a song that you didn't know he began to move gracefully over the edge of the building, dirtying his feet with the dust accumulated on the cement, the way he carelessly turned on the tips of his feet seemed like he was dancing with death.

He winked at you before making another spin, staggering enough to scare you so you ran up to him and pulled one of his hands making him fall to the opposite side of the chasm, accidentally taking you with him, falling on your back while he landed next to you on one of his shoulders.

"You're an idiot" you mentioned, getting up when you heard him laugh from the ground, he lay down on his back, crumpling and dirtying his white shirt, not that he cared anyway. His eyesight no longer appreciated the city lights but the sky above your heads.

"You should stop hanging out with Chuuya, you're starting to sound like him." He put both hands behind his head and used them as a pillow, he didn't seem ready to get up yet. "You came to stop me, didn't you?"

You nodded and he let out a sigh.

"If you keep worrying so much about me I'm going to start thinking that you like me, Bella." From his tone he sounds like a little boy who just wants to annoy, it's like he expected that comment to make you angry but you don't even take him seriously, he wanted to provoke you like he did with Chuuya but that behavior was nothing new for you and unlike the redhead, you could let Dazai's attitude go.

Ignoring his comment, you walked until you rested your hands on the edge of the building, getting a better view of the landscape that he adored a few minutes ago. He was right, it was a painting in motion. You could understand how anyone would be struck by that interesting urban chaos.

The brunette sighed, his body still resting on the ground, one of his legs crossed over the other, his hair disheveled and his eyes left the starry sky to rest on you, admiring your figure. Although he knew that you and Chuuya didn't have a physical or romantic relationship, he couldn't help but think that the blue-eyed boy was lucky. Osamu was almost sure that you would never mind him touching you, from your body language he deduced that a part of you really was attracted to the gravity manipulator but he was too distracted to notice. And although Dazai himself had tried to make him seen it several times, he always told him to shut up. His obstinacy was sad, a true waste of a beautiful lady's interest.

Why were you wasting your time waiting for someone too clueless to notice you?

If it were him, Dazai, he would have realized it in an instant and would never have wasted your time, whatever you wanted from him he would have gladly given it to you. He wasn't Chuuya but he did suffer because of how much he wanted to touch you, run his fingers over your smooth skin, caress every corner of you that he could reach. Your body was what he occasionally craved more than death.

Eternal rest had enchanted him, it had seduced him a long time ago and he couldn't wait for destiny to let him fall into its arms, but he was clear that he would escape from it if you gave him the opportunity to try you at least once. To get rid of the doubts he has, how sweet your essence would be, how drunk would he be if it spilled on his lips, how much your silhouette would hypnotize him in the middle of his hands full of sin. You made him wonder so many things that he could rarely sleep when you got into his head at night.

"Chibi-chan is lucky," he repeated to himself, part of him cursing that the redhead would let the wind take away that ticket to happiness that the world had carefully laid at his feet.

"If you repeat it so much I'm going to start to think that you're envious of him," you mentioned without turning around, as a joke, assuming that he would defend himself with some childish comment, bringing out that immature behavior that the mere mention of the gravity manipulator caused in him. However, Dazai was not in the mood to play children's games that night.

"Maybe a little," he admits with a shrug, getting up from the ground and approaching you with his hands in his pockets.

You frowned in confusion at what you had just heard, turning to find him just a few steps away from you. "What could you envy about Chuuya?"

This was that type of behavior that always surprised you, he usually spent his time getting the redhead out of his mind as much as he could, teasing him, making fun of him, provoking him in every way he could think of, but now he calmly revealed that a part of him envied Nakahara. Dazai Osamu was quite a puzzle.

He took a few more steps towards you and you instinctively backed away until you collided with the edge of the building, he stopped inches from you, tilting his head down to carefully observe your face adorned with bewilderment and confusion.

"The way you look at him" he sighed "I don't know if I'd call it jealousy but I definitely wish I was in his place."

You froze for a second, he sounded sincere but frankly you weren't sure how much you could trust what Dazai was telling you, after all his intelligence surpassed yours, he could probably make you believe whatever he wanted, although it was not clear to you what he would gain from what he was telling you.

"Stop joking, Dazai," you warned him, fixing your eyes on his, trying to make him understand through your serious look that you weren't in the mood for that kind of games, not when he got so into character.

"I promise you I'm not joking" he clarified, raising both hands in a sign of innocence, he didn't feel like playing with that topic either, at least not now. The way the city lights illuminated you from below gave you an aura worthy of admire for him, he couldn't play with you at a moment like that, when you looked so especially charming. "I can prove it to you if you want," he offered as naturally as he would offer you a glass of water, although it was not clear to you what exactly he was offering you.

"Prove it to me?" you asked, bewildered. His hands returned to his pockets and he nodded slightly. "Prove what to me, Dazai?"

Without making any sudden movements, he took his hands out of his pockets again, being aware of how uneasy he had made you feel by his sudden confession, he slowly brought his hands closer to one of yours, taking it to bring it to his mouth and after lightly licking his lips, he planted a small kiss on the back of your hand, hoping to calm you with his gentle gesture. He proceeded to explain himself "I would like to prove to you how much I want you to look at me the way you look at Chuuya."

You could have sworn that you had felt your heart skip a beat and you froze for a second, repeating his words in your head over and over again, processing them to make sure you weren't imagining things, that proposal had really come out of the brunette's mouth, he was actually in front of you, ensuring that he meant what he said.

You blinked several times when Dazai's lips crashed into yours after accepting his request. Beyond how much everything that was happening seemed strange to you, it intrigued you after all, like everything that had to do with him. You didn't know where he wanted to go with all this, what exactly he hoped to achieve or what feelings towards Chuuya he was referring to but you were willing to take the risk because you were interested in that brown-haired man after all. More in a general way than romantically, however you didn't want to let go the opportunity to get closer to him and discover what awaited you in his proposal.

His lips were thin, soft, gentle at first, the taste of what he had drunk still lingered on them but you didn't dislike it. His hands went delicately to your body, confidently placing one on your waist, bringing you closer to him while the other cupped your face, his thumb barely had contact with your cheek, his touch was respectful of you, he moved forward timidly while he made sure you felt comfortable with him and then he took you as if he didn't want to let you go.

With your eyes closed, you sank into the kiss, your hands slowly passed through his chest until they surrounded his neck and buried themselves in his scalp, allowing you to play with his soft brown hair while you gave him access to your mouth. You didn't expect him to melt you for him so easily but it wasn't a surprise to you either, he was naturally skilled at everything he put his mind to, this wouldn't be an exception. He won the battle for dominance of the kiss without problems and he explored your oral cavity anxiously as he took even more of you, desire growing inside him every time he got more, everything was better than he had imagined.

Your body reacted so perfectly to him, to the passage of his palms, it was not as if you were made to fit with him but rather as if you molded to his taste, as if your body told him where he should go but at the same time took him where he wanted to go. He was sure that your mouth was the place he would return to without thinking about it, it could be his eternal vice and he would never get tired of the sweet and addictive feeling of your lips against his, if he had to receive the kiss of death he hoped it would come from you, he couldn't resist anyone else kissing him from now on. He went down to your neck and your aroma filled his nostrils, making him wish his pillows smelled like that. Sleeping every night with that comforting smell sounded like paradise. Now he would never want to be separated from you, not after you made him obsessed with you this way.

"You are exquisite Belladonna" he whispered, bringing his lips to your ear, slowly licking your earlobe causing your entire body to tingle, his arms wrapped around your waist, curling even more as he took another step closer, pressing his body against yours, slightly tucking one of his legs between yours. "I wonder how far you'll let me go."

He raised his knee a little, until his thigh made contact with your clothed cunt, he applied pressure lightly getting a gasp from you and unconsciously your thighs tightened around his leg preventing him from moving, which drew a smile on Dazai's lips.

The brunette's hands were filled with audacity and slowly left your waist to travel to your ass, he stopped for a moment to wait for a slap from you, one that never came, that was the proof he needed to know that he had now intoxicated you so much in him that he had you where he wanted. He gave your cheeks a gentle squeeze, a gasp escaping your lips while a satisfying hum escaped his own, every part of you was too alluring not to place his sinful fingers on it, he took the time to enjoy the contact between his finger tips and every centimeter of your body.

"I think I've proven enough" he whispered in your ear as a warning, letting you know that he was about to walk away, thinking that if he had achieved his goal you would immediately stop him and just like that, you did it, you didn't understand exactly why or how but now you needed him. You couldn't let him walk away now that he had stolen a little of your breath and a little of your common sense.

Your grip tightened slightly, you didn't say anything but it was easy to understand the meaning behind that, you didn't want him to move away. And that's how Dazai understood it, complying with the implicit order you had given him, he joined his lips with yours again, carrying this second kiss with more lust than the previous one.

He gave your ass another squeeze, harder this time, and leaned over you, his height trapping you completely between him and the edge of the building, at any other time you would have yelled at him to get away because it could be dangerous, but now there was something exciting about having the bright lights of the city behind you while the brown-eyed man's lips moved down your neck, sucking your skin with desire and the need to record every part of you in every part of himself.

You knew that Chuuya would judge you for this, your mind would probably go blank when he asked you where the hickeys that Dazai was leaving so passionately on your neck had come from, so you would have to hope that the redhead didn't find out that it was precisely Mackerel who skillfully unbuttoned your shirt while you sighed for him every time his knee pressed on that special place between your legs. The one with blue eyes would never leave you alone if he knew that you had let Osamu put his eyes on your breasts and he would recriminate you for the rest of your life if you told him, that you allowed him not only to place his hands but also his lips on them. Nakahara would be a pain in the ass if you admitted that your panties got wet for no one else and no other than the youngest leader in the history of the Port Mafia.

Dazai, on the other hand, was fascinated with you, with your breasts and the soft sounds that escaped your mouth every time he ran his tongue over what wasn't covered by your bra, but although he was delighted with it, he didn't take long to take the next step and let one of his hands went down your abdomen, caressing your soft skin until he reached the button on your pants, which he got rid of in a matter of seconds to slide his hand between your panties.

"Oh, 'Donna, what do we have here?" He asked rhetorically as he felt the wetness in your pussy, a teasing tone and a smirk plastered on his face caused your cheeks to burn. A sudden stroke of shyness because of his comment attacked you and you wanted to push him away, putting your hands on his chest but before you could do it he started making circles on your clit making you moan. "Beautiful, come on, sing more for me."

It was music to his ears, an unmatched melody, it was like a delicacy that he could taste every time he heard it, delicious. He wanted more, he needed more and that was what he got by accelerating his rhythm, a series of moans, sweet, desperate, it made his skin crawl and his member throb in his pants.

The brunette bit his lower lip when you threw your head back, eyes closed and lips parted, your eyebrows furrowed slightly every time you sighed and the expression of satisfaction on your face could easily be worthy of a museum if you asked Dazai. The representation of beauty appeared before him, you were like a muse and he was definitely a lucky man, how could he not consider himself one after what he was experiencing.

He abandoned your clit and his finger slowly slid to your folds, he kissed your collarbones sweetly and began to insert his digit, delighting in how good your walls felt surrounding him, your warmth welcoming him as he had been longing for so long. It was like a dream but it felt real, although nothing real had ever felt so good to him before, he could almost give up his death wish if you asked him, with your voice shaking and your eyes covered in desire. He could kneel before you if you asked him to and he did, even though you didn't ask him.

You whimpered when he took his hands off of you and then opened your eyes, you saw him smile at you, what you would describe as an mischievous smile spread across his face when his hands went to the hem of your pants, he winked at you and his eyes told you to trust him, so already too invested in that situation, you trusted.

Without your pants being a problem he placed one of his hands on your lower abdomen, gently pushing you until you were lying on the edge of the building, there was barely enough room for your torso, your head was hanging off the edge and you could see the city lights, you got lost in them for a second while the man with chocolate eyes slid your panties down your legs until they fell to the floor.

Dazai placed your legs on his shoulders, holding your thighs with his arms to make sure he didn't let you fall, he would never forgive himself if he did. Osamu didn't know which he loved more at this point, the view of the city from the edge or the view of your wet cunt, probably the latter since he was the only one who could see it. He moved closer and you could feel his breath hit your entrance, he licked his lips before placing a kiss on your clit.

That he was a messy eater didn't surprise you, it was almost expected, what you would never have expected was how good he was at it, eager to please, to listen to how you succumbed more and more to his charms. All the slurping, sucking and wet sounds he caused were lost in the wind along with the lewd sounds that escaped your mouth.

You two were lucky no one came up to the roof.

You started to get dizzy, being upside down was starting to affect you but with how good he made you feel you didn't want to move, not only was your entire body gripped by lust but you had a beautiful view, how were you supposed to want to stop this?

With his tongue between your folds he pumped his head at a steady pace, tongue fucking you, occasionally switching to giving a few quick licks to your clit. Your wetness covered his mouth and he was happy about it, he went against you like a hungry man, ready to satisfy himself with you, he wanted to taste as much of you as he could as if you were his favorite candy, one that if he didn't eat now he didn't know when he would be able to eat again. This was his chance, now or never, he had to take advantage while he could or he would regret it later.

"Dazai, feels so good" your hands went to his scalp and buried themselves in it, you brought him closer to you almost as if you didn't care if he runs out air, god knows he didn't care if he did. What could be better than dying between your legs? Thinking of himself as Shakespeare, he would say that it would be like finding heaven without even entering it, he would definitely brag to the demons and bother the angels by claiming that his heaven is better than theirs.

Your legs trembled around his head and your back arched, it was too much, your orgasm crawled up to you, a knot in the lower part of your stomach that threatened to unravel at any moment, you warned him with heavy breathing. You asked him to go slower but he couldn't allow himself to do that, not when you were so close to the climax he was dying to witness.

His hands held your thighs tightly, avoiding digging his nails into you because he wasn't looking to hurt you, he wouldn't forgive himself for that, he wanted to please you, not hurt you, he couldn't hurt you, especially now that he knew how well his name sounded on your lips when you moaned it.

The lights of the city disappeared as your eyes closed when you felt like you were going to touch heaven the second you came on Dazai's face, your fluids dripping down your thighs and onto his chin but that didn't stop him, he licked your folds until you finished riding your high.

"That was beautiful, Donna," he said, getting up from the ground and pulling you by the waist, he helped you sit down. You barely knew where you were. Your half-open eyes focused on him and he joined his lips with yours, making you taste yourself. "You're lovely."

He helped you stand up, he was afraid that you would fall if he didn't take you away from the abyss, one fall from there and he would lose you, death would not forgive you after you took away the man who wanted her most. The brunette was sure that she was a jealous being.

"Do you think you can help me with something?" He whispered in your ear as if he was afraid the city behind him could hear him.

"With what?" You asked between the dizziness and the intensity of your climax, between the dopamine and oxytocin, the feeling of well-being was too good to allow you to concentrate on anything.

"This" taking one of your wrists, the one with brown eyes took it until he placed your hand on the bulge in his pants, it was painfully hard, he let out a sigh as you cradled him, stroking him slowly as you watched him bite his lip.

You started very clumsily but Dazai didn't pay much attention to that, it was a matter of time before your other hand helped you by going to his belt, you thought you had understood what he wanted you to do. The sound of the buckle hitting the ground interrupted the wind for a second as you knelt in front of him, undoing the button on his pants, your thumbs pulling down his boxers just enough to free his member and one of your hands wrapping around him, he gasped and threw his head back. You began to make slow movements along his length and he pushed his hips a little, motivating you to go faster, he was beginning to get desperate.

His tip, aching red, began to drip with precum so you used your thumb to spread some, you licked your lips settling down on your knees which were scraping lightly on the cement of the floor, some dust on your skin but you weren't paying attention to the dirt of the place but to Dazai's reactions, his soft sighs and the way he pushed his hips against your hand every now and then.

You opened your mouth, your head moving unconsciously towards his cock. Feeling your breath on him his gaze turned to you, you almost took his breath away when you timidly placed your lips on his tip, he cursed in a whisper, the surprising sensation of pleasure that ran over him made him gasp harder than before, his nails dug into his palms and he had to stop himself from grabbing your head and pushing himself until he hit your throat and made you choke on him, it wasn't the time for that but he would definitely save the idea for another day. You pumped your head a little, just focusing on the head while your hand worked on the rest at a similar pace, his eyes couldn't stop looking at the way his dick was slowly disappearing in your mouth. How was it possible that you looked so angelic and seductively sinful at the same time?

A small but unexpected thrust on his part made your gag reflex worse for a second so you had to separate for a moment, you coughed but quickly composed yourself, although you wanted to take him again he stopped you, he couldn't let everything continue to focus so much on himself when he was dying to have your legs wrapped around his waist and your eyes with dilated pupils focused on him while he slam into you.

"We have many days for you to finish that." Of course, now that he knew the paradise you were, he would claim you as his own. "Would you mind lying down for me?"

The stars of the late night were the spectators of how you did what he asked you, lying on your back, your legs were bent but the shame that you had not gotten rid of yet forced you to keep them together, tenderly he knelt just before open them with the same delicacy that he used at the beginning.

Even with your open blouse on and your bra you felt very exposed when the brunette took a second to appreciate you from head to toe, kneeling in front of you, his gaze felt heavy, it was like the one of a predator, he would intimidate you if you showed him weakness for a second, perhaps that's how those who feared him felt, however, unlike with them, that look did nothing more than silently praise your body. Of course you still didn't learn enough about him to notice that difference.

Dazai took place in between your legs, with his member in one of his hands, he ran his tip up and down your folds, filling it with your fluids, enjoying your sighs of satisfaction and despair at the same time. You didn't know what he was waiting for, you thought maybe he wanted some kind of approval but when you were about to give it, he entered your pussy in one thrust, unexpectedly stretching you out, your back arched and you both moaned in unison.

"Oh, you take me so well." He said with relief, satisfaction radiating from his face.

You surrounded him with your legs and held on to his biceps when his hands rested on either side of your body, contrary to what you expected considering his first thrust, he started calmly, giving you time to get used to it. Although it didn't take you long to do so, soon you were saying his name as if it were a prayer, asking him to go faster and clearly your wishes were orders to him. His pace not only became more constant but he began to bury himself harder inside you, your walls around him could easily be his downfall and he would never complain.

He looked at where the two of you joined together, he wanted to engrave that image in his head, it would serve him so well when you appeared in his thoughts and you weren't around, he would have something that would help him entertain himself, calm his cravings and the possible erection that he remembering you would cause him. Your walls tightening around him, your nails digging on his skin, your legs on his waist and your breasts moving every time he thrust into you, a perfect combination for him, that motivated him to go all out but not as much as your shaky voice that was occasionally interrupted by moans.

His hips against yours generated the unmistakable sound of flesh against flesh, his balls collided against your ass and you could feel him so much deeper each time, making a pleasurable current spread through your body, your toes curled, your breathing was extremely irregular, you were losing yourself too much in your satisfaction again and the last straw was when Dazai hit your cervix.

"Too deep," you whimpered.

You had never felt anyone so deep inside you, this was a new experience. You felt full, totally, and it was glorious.

Without saying anything, the one with brown eyes move your bra away and brought his lips to one of your nipples, stimulating you even more, between that and the rough way he went against you, it seemed like he was trying to make you faint by giving so much to you, you could barely deal with it all that. Your entire body bristle and your eyes even watered a little. From how well you were stretching for him, Dazai guessed that it was a matter of time before you came around him and the simple idea of it made his member throb inside you, he was close too.

With the slight sound of a 'pop' he left your nipple to start sucking the other, he was becoming messy again, he cover your breasts with his saliva and his thrusts became clumsier, he was almost reaching his limit, was closer than he would like to admit, so he continued with a more unpredictable rhythm, rearranging your guts as he pleased.

Dazai couldn't help but think that maybe pleasure was the apple that God told Adam and Eve not to eat. Perhaps the fruit was nothing more than a metaphor for the other's body, but for them the exquisite view in front was too tempting, the snake could simply be the representation of the lust that was in them, of the desire to sinfully touch the other for more than only reproductive purposes. At this point nothing makes more sense than abandoning paradise for this kind of overwhelming, delicious, sinful joy.

You started panting heavily, your vision blurring slightly thanks to the tears that fell from your eyes, there were only two but they held so much satisfaction that they were proof of how much Dazai wanted you to look at him the way you looked at Chuuya, all the pleasure he gave to your body was the fair and necessary proof that what he had said was not a joke at all.

A high pitched moan escaping inevitably from your lips was the prelude to your orgasm, although you knew it was coming, it caught you by surprise taking complete control of your body, causing your eyes to narrow, your legs tightened around his waist imprisoning him, holding him close as your walls clenched hard around his member, covering him with your fluids and triggering his own orgasm, barely giving him time to get out of you. The brunette let out a grunt and pulled out of you in one quick movement, coming into your stomach, covering your skin with thick ropes of his cum as he panted, almost complaining about having to leave your warm interior.

"I have to say, you are addictive Belladonna." He smirk and winks at you with a loving and tired expression plastered on his face.

You chuckled at his comment, too tired to say a word as you tried to compose yourself after your climax.

Dazai threw his head back while breathing heavily, he looked exhausted, beads of sweat had accumulated on his forehead and his hair was completely messy but he looked more relieved and alive than ever. His eyes were on the starry sky as he gathered the energy to move, which took him a couple of minutes.

You didn't think you would say this, and you probably wouldn't really say it out loud, opening your mouth to admit that Dazai Osamu had turned your entire world upside down was giving him too much power over you that he couldn't possess for one simple reason, it would raise his ego and God have mercy on the Port Mafia if that happens. Although you didn't admit it, you did ask him for a favor, to keep this between you two and although he assure you that his lips were sealed, nothing would stop him from bragging a little without giving too many details.

"Oi, Chuuya" Dazai hummed, lengthening the 'a' as he entered the blue-eyed man's office where the two of you were reviewing the details of a mission.

The redhead rolled his eyes, not wanting to even speak to him at this moment since his head was hurting already, he just massaged his temples and pointed to the door as a way of telling him to get out, something the brunette clearly had no intention of doing.

"I have a question, have you ever fucked?" The indiscreet question from the youngest leader of the Port Mafia not only made you almost choke on your own saliva but also made Nakahara automatically look at him with hatred, he didn't know where this was going but he knew beforehand that it would irritate him.

"What the hell is that question about, Mackerel?" Chuuya barks at Osamu, both confused and annoyed by the brunette's unnecessary and clearly unexpected interruption.

"I was just curious, I thought maybe your anger problems are because you need to release some tension with a woman... or a man, if that makes my dog happy so be it." said the one with brown eyes, letting himself fall carelessly into one of the chairs in front of the gravity manipulator's desk. "There is nothing more satisfying than directly seeing the pleasure in the eyes of the person you make love with, don't you think?"

Although Dazai was talking to Chuuya you could feel that he was directing his words to you, he had a malicious smile as if he enjoyed indirectly showing off to the redhead in his own way what he had done. It was Dazai's way of giving the blue-eyed man a small clue that he intended to steal you from him.

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Can you do a smut imagine where basically jack and his gf and their freinds are having a movie night at his house but you start getting horny and text him to meet you in the bathroom

a/n: Thanks for the request baby🥰

18+ MDNI

Needy Girl

Everyone was cuddled up in the living room of Jack’s place, fully invested in Superbad. Snacks and cans of beer scattered across the coffee table. You could not focus on this movie even if you tried. Sipping your wine cooler you observe the room when your eyes land on your boyfriend. Jack was sitting across the room from you with his hood up, manspreading, laid back in his seat totally invested in the movie letting a few giggles escape his lips. Your eyes flickered around the room once more before landing back on Jack. You watched as his lips pressed together into the cutest grin ever, him and Urban can quote the whole thing. Which they did. Slapping each other laughing at every thing.

You started to feel the heat between your legs. Still sipping your drink you kept your focus on Jack. ‘I need him.. right now’ you thought in your mind. You bit the inside of your cheek, flickering back and forth between Jack and the movie. An idea came to mind. You quickly pulled out your phone and opened the text thread between you and Jack. You looked back over to him and he had his head laid back on couch now but still the same position. His eyes looked to be getting heavy.

“Hey” you texted eyes immediately looking back at him. He didn’t move though.

“Jackman” you texted once more.

This time his hand crept into his pocket sliding his phone out, eyes still on the movie. With squinted eyes from the brightness of his phone he read your messages. He looked up at you with a smile.

“Watch the movie y/n” he responded. Putting his phone back in his pocket and continued watching. He was now manspreading and had his hands in his sweat pants pockets. My god he looked so good.

“i can’t.”

“you look really good, i can’t focus”

Feeling his phone vibrate twice he kept his head laid back on the couch rolling it to look at you. He gave you an annoyed look. Most likely for interrupting our movie night. As he looked at you, you looked away back towards the movie. Out of the corner of your eye you see him get his phone back out. You look back at him to see his thumbs texting back.

“Drink some water you seem thirsty ma” he responded.

He looked over at you reading his response. Your eyes shot up towards him with your mouth hanging open with a shocked expression. You immediately pout at him. He shoved his hands back in his pockets, head laid back, smile from ear to ear on his face, and now he was squeezing his legs open and shut. You know when he does that he’s trying not to get hard.

“Come to the bathroom with me” you texted back.

You got up from your seat and quietly walked out without any of the other guys seeing you. Jack however watched your every move. He opened your text and looked around to see if anyone was paying attention, luckily no one was. He quickly got up and made his way to the bathroom. He was right behind you, you had no idea you didn’t hear him. You made it to the bathroom and when you entered it you turned around to shut the door but before that you were met with Jacks lips crashing into you. You inhaled a sharp breath from being startled. He shoved his tongue in your mouth moving it all around. Your hands creeped up and grabbed the back of his hair.

“You needy girl. Just couldn’t wait till later huh?” He asked grinding his hard on into your sensitive area. You immediately pushed forward and grind back into him.

“mm” was the only thing to escape your lips.

“What do you want?.. Tell me what you want baby” He said.

You only started lifting his shirt up sucking on his neck, losing your patience.

“Answer me.” Jack said sternly.

“Fuck me. Ruin me. Do anything you want, please.” You say almost screaming. You started ripping your clothes off.

“What’s got you so worked up? Huh baby?” Jack says as he too removes his clothes.

“You. Just please hurry it up will ya?”

“Relax alright? I’ll take care of all your needs. Just be patient y/n” He slowly starts kissing down your neck

“literally i can’t. I’m literally on the verge of cumming already.” you say trembling

“But i didn’t even touch you yet? Must not need me then?”

“Stop, please just fuck me already”

Jack effortlessly picked you up slamming you on the bathroom counter. A little squeal escaped your lips. He slowly entered you, your head falling back.

“Eyes on me.”

You looked right at him with your mouth in a ‘O’ shape. Without warning he quickens his pace.

“You’re so tight y/n, my god.. FUCK “

His big hand wrapped around your throat lightly squeezing, he stuck his thumb in your mouth. You couldn’t control your moans. Your legs were trying to squeeze shut as they were trembling.

“Relax baby girl. I’m almost there too. Hang on for me, just a little longer.”

You couldn’t even think clearly. Anytime he talked you through it you were a complete mess. Before he gave you the okay you came all around his dick.

“Fuck! You’re such a little fucking brat. Ya know that?” Jack moaned out as he pounded into you harder and faster.

“Let me get another one out of you just for that.”

You were squealing and trembling, completely over stimulated. He kept pounding into you relentlessly.

“Jack i can’t hold it any longer!”

“Yes you can” He grunted

You came again. All over him.

“Y/n!!! Last chance” He growled.

He continued his thrusts as he pulled at your nipple with his mouth. He was a moaning mess.

“I’m close baby are you almost ready?” He asked

“Yes.. Yesss. YES!” you moaned

“Cum with me. Now!” Jack hissed.

You both came, moaning loudly. He had his head buried in the crook of your neck. He slowly thrusted in and all the way out, riding out your highs.

“You wouldn’t be so worked up if you would have just listened to me.” He said out of breath.

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow smut #anon request #anon ask #send requests

[sebuckyverse]

for a good time, call

modern!rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

Eddie Munson is a burnt out rockstar, touring the country. When he finds a phone number written on a bathroom wall, he strikes an unusual friendship with a coffee shop barista who has no idea who he is.

warnings: 18+ cussing, eventual smut if i'm horny, steve harrington, none yet, strangers to friends to lovers &lt;3 word count: 3,4k

an: Y'ALL idk what this is but i had this idea when i woke up from a bomb ass nap! tagging my bestie @hellfirewhore because she helped me so much with this, love u bub. also @ceriseheaven because she's obsessed with me. also i apologize for the Steve Harrington girlies

chapter two ♫ masterlist

chapter one ♫♪♩·..·

With a heavy sigh, Eddie slips into the bathroom of a restaurant, the name of which he cannot even remember. It’s barely 6pm and he’s already two drinks in, cursing himself for agreeing to this meeting at all when he could’ve just been a dick and said no, but like someone once close to him used to say, he is a people pleaser. He closes his eyes for a minute before pushing off the door and heading to the furthest stall, locking himself in and sitting down without taking his pants off. He didn’t really need to go, this was just an excuse to escape giving the answers his shitty manager is waiting for him to give.

It’s nearing the end of Corroded Coffin’s summer tour “Live from the Upside Down”. With only 7 shows left, it’s safe to say the tour was a massive success. Tickets were sold out, fans were lining the streets and Eddie couldn’t blink without a camera going off somewhere. It’s what he wanted, dreamed of ever since he was in middle school and he was proud of himself for realizing his dream, specially when in high school, he thought about quitting. The fans are already asking about a new tour or a new album - they aren’t the only ones. Management is also on board, hoarding Eddie about new songs or if they could extend the tour, it’s good business after all. That’s all it seems to be about recently - money, publicity, instagram likes. It didn’t use to be like this, it was good when they blew up and signed with their record label but thinking back, it was too good to be true.

Eddie doesn’t have an answer to anybody. He hasn’t written anything new in weeks and his relationship with the band is strained, he doesn’t remember the last time he actually enjoyed being on stage. So as he sits on the toilet rubbing his eyes, the bags under his eyes blue and purple, he’s trying to find another excuse to his manager waiting by the table to why they definitely shouldn’t jump right into another album. Once he has stretched out the minutes to a quick bathroom run as far as he could, he stands back up and stretches his legs. Eddie does a double take when before stepping out, he notices some text written on the stall door, followed by numbers.

“For lousy head, call Y/N.”

.•♫•♬•

For what felt like the hundredth time today, your phone buzzed in your back pocket. Ignoring it, like you have done for the past two days, you continued packing blueberry muffins into a perfectly folded cardboard box, slapping a thank you sticker on top and pushing it to the side next to a few other to-go boxes. The clock was pushing 7pm and you were counting down the minutes until your shift was over, thankful that you had the next two days off to relax and turn off your fucking phone.

You don’t know what happened, but yesterday afternoon you started getting incredibly weird and vulgar messages and phone calls from unknown numbers. After consulting with your best friend last night, you didn’t reply to a single text and ignored the phone calls after you already answered one, where a guy asked for a blowjob.

“How did this happen?” Your best friend and co-barista Robin asked.

“You’re asking me! I have no idea!” you shrieked back at your phone, looking at her through the Facetime app.

“Have you signed up for anything weird lately?”

“Like what? You’re making it seem like I leaked my own number.”

“Well, someone clearly did.”

You chewed on your thumb as you rewinded the event of the last week. One thing did pop up, something that made your stomach churn. “You don’t think Steve would do this?”

“Uh, yeah! That guy is an asshole and the only thing bigger than his head is his ego. Didn’t you say he blocked you?”

“Yeah,” you sighed and massaged your temples where a headache was already forming “He got mad at me when I didn’t want to sleep with him on the second date.”

“Pfft- what?! Why didn’t you tell me?” Robin gawked at you, only her eyes and forehead visible now.

“It’s embarrassing! Sorry!”

“Well anyway, I bet it was him. You were too good for him anyway, by the way.”

You smiled and stuck your tongue out, “Stupid! But what am I going to do? Am I going to have to change my number now?”

“Seems so, unless you can find out how Steve leaked your number.”

After you promised to look into getting a new number the next day, you finished your call with Robin and turned off your phone. Today was super busy and you were too tired to worry about changing your number. You walked a short mile home and immediately flopped onto your bed, kicking off your shoes.

You had ignored your phone most of the day, but decided it was time to take a peek as you may have missed something important. You scrolled through numerous new text messages and deleted every single one, only sending back a quick text to Robin who had asked for any updates as she was off work today. Just as you were about to turn the device off again, a new message popped up that made you jump up the bed.

7:28pm Hello, I hope this message reaches you. I’m sorry to bother you, just wanted to let you know someone has written your number on a bathroom stall with a pretty nasty message. I scrubbed it off as much as I could. Have a good night.

.•♫•♬•

It's been a few days since Eddie shot that text off and the almost instant reply he received back was still sitting unanswered at the top of his messages.

7.31pm, three days ago Hi. Thank you so much for letting me know, my phone has been going off like crazy. I appreciate what you did. If there's anything I can do to repay you, please let me know!

Eddie had no intention of asking for anything in return, that would be absurd. He was only doing what was right, it's what any decent person would have done. He's been hesitant to respond, he still remembers that one time he was a bit tipsy and made the irrational decision to give out his real number to a girl after a show. It only took three hours before his number was blasted all over the internet and he smashed his phone against a wall just to make it stop ringing.

Eddie was never this reclusive, not before all of this anyway. In high school, he had a handful of friends who he cared for and loved messing with. He was loud at times and he didn't care what anybody else thought of him, they all hated him anyway. In high school, he still had Wayne, too. Now he only has himself.

He was currently sitting on a hotel bed, after a show, his hair still dripping with water from his shower. He's scrolling Instagram, checking out the bands latest post, reading various fan comments who all appeared to love the show - which was good in theory, but it makes him feel sick. Can't they see that he's miserable? He's burned the fuck out but everybody seems blind to it. Before he can close the app though, a new text comes through, from the same number he still hasn't answered to.

02.59am ''ROb where re you- steve is here and i slapped him!! Cme find me quick''

His brows bunch together in a frown and before he can help himself, he snorts. This was clearly a text someone would send not-sober, which he has done too many times. He decides to write back, just to be.. polite.

03.00am ''Not Rob, but if Steve is the one who wrote that shit on the wall, good for you 🙂''

03.02am ''oh fuckk im so sorry'' 03.02am ''this is so embarrass sing pls ignore me'' 03.03am ''and it was steve!! he said t was him'' 03.04am ''hes such a dick im sorry i'm bothering you'' 03.04am ''ignore me, m so sorry again''

Eddie is staring at his phone with the most comical look on his face, if he felt tired before it's all gone now. He doesn't remember the last time he had a genuine laugh, but your texts are very amusing.

03.05am ''It's very hard to ignore you when you keep bombing my phone.''

It takes a couple of minutes before a new reply comes in and for some reason that he doesn't want to think about right now, it's making him anxious waiting for your reply. That's not creepy at all, he thinks.

03.08am ''IM SORRY have a kiwi on me🥝🥝''

.•♫•♬•

The fresh September breeze has sneaked in through your open window, a gush of wind petting your forehead. You peel one eye open and do a quick scan of the room, noting that you're thankfully in your own apartment. With a delicious groan, you stretch your limbs and turn to your other side. The subtle thumping in your head is a stark reminder that you should've stayed home last night, but Robin refused to take no for an answer, as usual, and you two ended up at a bar downtown.

While downing a few fruity drinks might have been in your bingo cards, seeing Steve Harrington wasn't. Your eye twitched as soon as you saw the back of his head and that stupid hair of his, his arm flung around a girl you had never seen before. Robin had disappeared to the bathroom a while ago and you were left alone at the counter sipping your Cosmopolitan. Blessed with liquid courage, you set your unfinished glass on the counter and stomped your way over to him and his group of friends.

When you were in earshot, you heard one of them shout ''All hail King Steve!''. You rolled your eyes, pretty sure there was steam coming from your ears.

''Pff, King Steve? More like bitch Steve!''

The girl on his arm sputtered out her mojito and looked between you two, her wide eyes moving back and forth like she was observing a tennis match. Steve turned as well and scoffed at you, ''You need somethin'?''

You crossed your arms, needing to shield yourself and popped your hip. ''Yeah, why'd you do it?''

''Do what?''

''Don't play dumb, Steven. I know you wrote my number on some random bathroom wall. The fuck is wrong with you?''

Steve unhooked himself from his date and took a step closer to you, but you took a step back as well. Someone bumped into you from behind and spilled liquid onto your open toed shoes, but you didn't turn away, instead staring Steve right in the eyes, hoping your looks could kill.

''Aw, I thought I was doing you a favor, babe. Thought you might use the experience.''

''Fuck you,'' you spat. ''All this because I wouldn't have sex with you?''

''Nobody turns down the King, sweetheart. It's your loss anyway.''

You scoffed and broke eye contact to dig through your purse for your phone. Robin would abolish him, but she was still not back yet. ''You're such an asshole!''

Steve raised his hands and run his knuckles up and down your arm, which you jolted away immediately. ''We could still hook up if you want, you know. I'll even do you first.''

You gasped at his crummy words and before you knew it, you raised your hand and slapped his cheek. Steve's head flew to the side and your palm stinging from the harsh contact. Your chest heaved as you turned to leave, looking back at the girl and seeing honest confusion in her eyes. ''Don't bother with him babe, I heard he's only 4 inches.''

You pushed past people back to the bar and ordered yourself 3 shots of tequila, your fingers still trembling as you handed over bills. The shots were gone in the blink of an eye. You needed to find Robin and tell her what happened. You don't condone your actions but you knew she would high five you once she hears about this. You used the restroom, hoping to find her there, but she was nowhere in sight. Sighing in defeat, you pulled your phone up and swiped until you found Robin's text chain and sent off an emergency text. Your vision was already doubling, no doubt the work of 2 Cosmos and 3 shots of tequila, being the lightweight that you were.

Back in bed, you raked your hand through the bedsheets, trying to locate your phone, finding it under your ass. The clock showed 2.13pm. How the hell did I get home last night? you thought and swiftly found Robin's number and put the phone on speaker and placed it next to you on your pillow. The ringing went unanswered and you went to send her a quick text.

2.14pm - to Robin ''Hey, you ok? call me when you get this.''

Looking at your text messages, you were confused when you didn't find texts from last night. You specifically remember texting her and she even replied! Didn't she? Nausea started forming at the pit of your stomach as your fingers made quick work to look through any other messages you might have sent last night and your heart almost stopped beating when you realized who you actually messaged last night.

''Oh, dear God.''

.•♫•♬•

Eddie was on the other side of the country, in the middle of soundcheck when he felt left pocket vibrate. As there were only two songs left, he ignored it until he had a few minutes to spare. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he was maybe hoping it was you. Not in a romantic way, of course, he was just wondering what happened to you last night, if you got home safe.

They finished soundcheck and headed back to the dressing room, where they would spend the rest of the day waiting for the show to start, fitting in a few interviews where he put on his best act. Eddie fished his phone from his bucket and felt a cold shiver run down his back as he stared at the screen. It wasn't who he was expecting, it was from Wayne.

Eddie and Wayne used to be close. Wayne was like a father to him and during high school days, were people accused Eddie of being the devil himself, always had his back and looked out for him. It's how Wayne also noticed that Eddie was unhappy, even before Eddie realized it himself. Eddie would reassure Wayne that he was fine and that this was what he wanted, but Wayne could see through the bullshit. He never let Eddie stomp on him either, calling him out for lying and telling him to come home, or at least take a break. But how could he take a break when he is at the height of his career? He couldn't.

Being manipulated by his manager as well, Eddie slowly started pulling away from Wayne. He wouldn't call as often or would leave certain texts unanswered. It's at a point where they aren't really speaking anymore, only the occasional text Wayne sends to let him know he's doing good, everything is fine. Eddie can't admit it, but he needs those texts more than ever. He's thought about calling Wayne every day, now that things have gotten so bad for him. He needs his uncle, the only person he's ever looked up to, to put him straight. But like always, he is a coward and instead of replying, Eddie just locks his phone.

.•♫•♬•

''Where the hell have you been?'' you scold as you hold your door open for Robin, graciously accepting the entire bag of junk food she brought. Chips, cookies, various types of candy and four cans of Coke Zero.

After you hauled up from bed and straightened yourself up, Robin called you and told you she would be coming over with hangover medicine, hence the junk food. You emptied the bag on your coffee table and popped open one of the Cokes. Robin toed off her shoes and joined you on the couch, reaching for the chips. ''I think I found the love of my life.''

''Oh great heavens, again?''

Throwing a chip at you, you pick it up and snack on it. ''Hey, she's the one who got us all home last night. I found you slumped against the wall next to the bathroom.''

''Oh, well, make sure to thank her for me then. What's she like?''

Robin proceeded to fill you in on her activities last night and you told her about your encounter with Steve, receiving a very expected high five. ''Fuck yeah! He deserved it, I hope that girl dumped his ass, too. He's a stupid idiot.''

Fidgeting in your seat, you pulled your legs closer to your chest. ''Speaking of idiots, I may have done something dumb last night, too. You remember that number that texted me about the whole thing? Who told me my number was on that stall and shit?''

''Yeaaah?'' Robin asked cautiously.

''I.. might have drunk texted him last night, thinking it was you.''

''Oh my God, what did you say? Show me your phone!''

You grabbed your phone from the coffee table and handed it to her, watching her facial expressions as she kept reading. ''Oh my GOD, this is like, sexy.''

''Sexy?! What part of this is sexy? I humiliated myself to this stranger. He could be the president for all I know.''

''Really doubt the president is allowed to text. But this is cool! You have a mysterious pen pal, or a text pal. He hasn't texted anything yet?''

''Nope,'' you say and is that disappointment you detect in your own voice? This is stupid.

''You do it then! Text him something right now.'' Robin claps her hands and scooches closer to you so she could see your screen.

''No, what the hell. And say what?''

''Anything!''

.•♫•♬•

Tonight's show was the hardest so far. The band changed the setlist a little bit and Eddie was off his game, forgetting some words to their last song. The night ended in a screaming match with his manager when Eddie spoke up about wanting a bigger break before they do another tour. Jake, his manager, accused Eddie of being lazy and not willing to work for it, whilst Eddie accused him of being a phony and only caring about money. At one point, the band had to separate the two of them so fists wouldn't go flying.

So, as he nurses his beer at another hotel room, laying on silk sheets and dried streams of tears running down his cheeks, he feels the need to talk to someone. He can't call Wayne, although subconsciously he know that should be the first option, he thinks of that stranger, somewhere out there, who has no idea how he is. He bends down to rummage through his pants until he finds what he's looking for. He's surprised when he sees that you have written to him first, the nickname he gave you staring back at him.

5.56pm - Kiwi ''Hi. I would once again like to apologize for my antics last night. Please know that I'm so humiliated!''

Without thinking much about it, Eddie quickly types a reply, hoping you still might be up.

01.13am “Don’t worry about it. You’re entertaining.”

01.15am - Kiwi “Oh, is my despair entertaining you?”

01.15am ''Yes.''

01.16am “I hope I didn't wake you.”

01.17am - Kiwi ''You didn't.'' ''What's your name, by the way?''

Eddies fingers hovered over the keyboard, seconds ticking by. He couldn't give his real name, he'd already made a similar mistake once. He didn't want to lie to you, but seeing as you didn't know who he was anyway, it made feel a little bit less guilty when he offered you a fake name.

01.20am ''It's Kirk.''

01.21am - Kiwi ''Are you from Metallica?''

Eddie smiled - he was outsmarted. Bonus points for liking, or at least knowing Metallica.

01.21am ''What would you do if I say yes?''

01.21am - Kiwi ''Nothing, probably ask you what James Hetfield smells like 😜''

01.22am ''It was nice knowing you, Kiwi girl.'

01.22 am - Kiwi ''KIWI girl?? Wait come back, Kirk's my second favorite!''

01.22am ''I'm here.''

01.23am - Kiwi ''Are we friends now?''

01.24am ''Sure. If you want to be.''

01.24am - Kiwi ''I think so.''

01.25am ''Good, me too.''

01.27am - Kiwi ''Good night, Kirk.''

01.27am ''Good night, Kiwi girl.''

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #rockstar!eddie #eddie munson fanfic #rockstar!eddie munson #modern!eddie munson

[drpeppertummy]

After all that soup you should make morty try to put on high waisted pants

woe. written response be upon ye

[post-stuffing pants struggle] [very short]

Morty sprawled out on the couch with a sigh, his stomach sloshing with the movement after two bowls of soup. His pants were unzipped and unbuttoned, the fly spread wide over his bulging tummy, but he wasn't concerned about getting it back together. All he was concerned with right now was taking a nap. He felt almost impossibly full, his belly stretched drum-tight with far too much thick, hot potato soup, and it ached a little, but he also felt warm and cozy and sleepy. He yawned and closed his eyes, resting his hands on his round belly.

Morty had almost dozed off when his phone buzzed. He fished it out of his pocket with a weary groan. It was Angela, asking if he wanted to hang out. He yawned again and turned onto his side, his tummy sloshing as its contents shifted. He was half tempted to make up an excuse and get back to his nap--the idea of dragging himself off the couch was far from appealing--but Angela had been busy with work lately and he'd been missing her, so he agreed. As long as it's not gonna turn into a dinner thing, he added, I just ate my weight in soup.

He lay there for a moment, trying to gather the energy to move. Then, finally, he pushed himself upright. It wasn't easy; he felt utterly weighed down by his soup-filled belly, and the sleepiness was hard to fight off. Still, up he got, and he stretched his arms above his head, yawning. A little burp slipped out--it didn't make him feel any less stuffed--and he reached down to button his pants. When he tried to pull the fly together, though, he couldn't. He looked down, bewildered, and the problem was plain: his belly was too big. He tried to suck it in, but it hardly budged; his stomach was pushing out hard against his hands, too tightly packed to compress.

Morty tried a few more times to squeeze the button together, sucking in his belly as much as he could, but it was no use. He was a skinny little thing, and while his snug-fitting pants fit perfectly around his narrow waist ordinarily, they weren't equipped for so much extra volume. He laid down on the couch and tried again, hoping gravity might help, but gravity could no more flatten his distended belly than it could a bowling ball. Finally, he gave up with a heavy sigh.

He remained on the couch for a moment catching his breath, his tummy aching from all the straining and squeezing. He supposed Angela would get a kick out of this. He supposed she'd figure it out, too; it wouldn't be hard to do the math between his round little belly and the looser pants he almost never wore. Whatever. Maybe she'd take pity on him and give him a belly rub. Sighing, he pushed himself off the couch once more and trudged off to get changed.

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #message #suggestion #xmortyx

[itsonlydana]

hi can you maybe write cc foolish with a s/o who overworks themselves?

"come to bed"➷ Foolish

➛ pairing: cc!Foolish x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

➛ idea: you were so concentrated on your work that you didn't even notice how late it has gotten. If it weren't for Foolish you would have worked until dawn

➛ tags/warnings: fluff

➛ an: to anyone who might find themselves in this situation: take a small break, drink some water and maybe have some fruit <3 you can do this but your body needs rest as well to function properly!

➛ tagging: @icarusthefoolish

important links: rules + masterlist

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

The tapping of your fingers on the keyboard clacked through the quiet study, keeping you in the almost trance-like state of writing away, filling the document in front of you with sentences that were very likely to need complete revision in the morning. But you didn't have time for that right now, first of all you had to write something halfway meaningful at all. In nine days was the deadline for submitting this project and while that actually gave you enough buffer, you didn't want to fall behind your schedule. A schedule that was about to burst at the seams, like a slowly overboiling pot on the stove. Every time you looked at the paper diagonally next to you, it felt like there was more. 

Next to your desk was an untouched sandwich that you had long forgotten about, next to it three empty cups that you had drunk up so quickly that no coffee rim could form. They had been one of the desperate attempts to ignore the oppressive fatigue a little further-another paragraph....

Whenever you paused to close your slowly burning eyes for a few seconds, you regretted it, found it harder to open them again afterwards, and it was only the fear of not finishing in time that made you sit up and force yourself to erase the last typed words, a jumble of half-asleep typed letters, and rephrase it.

You didn't notice how it had quieted down in the bedroom next door, no half-shouted curses about miserable opponents in Overwatch flowing to you from under your door crack. Instead, there was the soft clack of a doorknob being pushed down, shuffling footsteps in the hallway muffled by a rug, and a soft tap of knuckles on the closed door of the study.

"Baby?"

At the voice of your boyfriend Foolish, raspy with fatigue, you jolted out of your trance of work. You leaned back in your chair smiling, ignoring the way your back pulled and your body yearned for your bed. At the sight of Foolish, the sluggishness disappeared for a moment. 

"Are you still streaming or have you stopped?" you asked him. After several hours of barely using your voice except for a few exasperated sighs and groans, the words rasped in your dry throat. 

Foolish stepped into the room, hands shoved into the pockets of his gym shorts, and shuffled up to you until he could lean down to rest his chin on your head. "Been done for half an hour, didn't you see my message?" 

Confused, you shook your head and reached into your pants pocket. Sure enough, twenty minutes ago Foolish had sent you a "ready, bed? :)" You hadn't noticed the vibrate. You looked from the phone back to the flickering monitor in front of you. "I'll be done in a minute, then I'll join you. Okay?", you gave him a smile, the corners of your mouth heavy with the fatigue that had spread throughout your body. 

Foolish didn't move though, just looked at you shaking his head. "Babe, it would be much better to continue working in the morning".

You too shook your head and turned back to the screen. "This can't wait Foolish. If I queue this up in the back too, I won't be able to finish the rest on the list either." For you, that was the end of the subject. You had explained to him why it was important to you to keep working and he would surely understand. Just to be on the safe side, you threw another "Go to bed already, I'll be up in a minute" over your shoulder. 

But Foolish mumbled weary disapproving noises in your ear, his nose pressed against your temple. "Bed," he mumbled, his lips pressed against your ear so that his warm breath tickled you. 

Sighing, you leaned your head back. "Foo-," you began, but were interrupted by his lips on your cheek. 

"Now," he murmured, a little more seriously. Foolish put his hand on yours on the mouse and guided the pointer to the "Save" box, which he clicked three times for safety's sake before shutting down - without a protest from you - your PC. As soon as the screen went black you felt a wave of relief that made your arms heavy. Your bones groaned as you slowly sat up, cracking free from the chair that had engulfed and taken you over the last few hours. Your legs were heavy as lead, each step a shuffle across the floor, and like every time you work far too late into the night, you immediately regretted it. 

But Foolish was there. Smiling, he took your hand in his, pulling you behind him out of the office and up to your bedroom, where you fell exhausted onto the covers. Foolish slid behind you, your back pressed against his chest, and buried his face in your neck. 

The last thing you heard before falling asleep was a soft, "I'm proud of you."

#mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt writing #mcyt imagine #mcyt headcanons #foolish gamers fanfiction #foolish gamers imagine #foolish gamers x reader #foolish gamers x you #foolish x reader #foolish x you #fluff #foolish fluff #foolish gamers fluff #mcyt oneshots

[doodlebeeberry]

Hourly

(for objectober day 6: city)

It wasn't even a bad thing, inherently. They—he—had been waiting months to get back home. Or back to Earth, at least. Their own respective Earths. It had just been sudden. Too sudden. Bryce hadn't known what to make of it.

In which Bryce is left waiting in San Fransisco, and the consequences of having to be patient.

inspired by this drawing by @/sodabottlehfjone that i had life three separate ideas for a while back. admittedly this left the scope of my original idea a bit but still.

Also theyre humanizied here for consistency sake btw

2:58 a.m. An alley off 13th and Cabrillo, tucked between a shooting range decorated with little more than sun bleached targets and a diner sporting a crooked, half lit sign. Clear sky overhead. A dumpster half full of garbage and a skinny grey alley cat sniffing around near its base, where a few scraps had slipped through a torn bag and sprinkled the ground like an inverse confetti. No stars, not with the city light. In red and green blinks, though, an airplane crawled across the sky. The faint roar of its distant engines played Foley over the night.

It took one minute for the monotony to break. Kind of. Sixty seconds, the cat investigated a napkin and an empty grape jelly packet. The plane flew further eastward. Then, 2:59 on the dot, to the second, the millisecond even, and Bryce was there. Not there, then there, in an act so devoid of fanfare that, for several seconds afterwards—fifteen, to be exact—neither he nor the world itself seemed to have processed his appearance. Six months of grass stains were hidden only just by the green of his jacket. One hundred and eighty three days worth of wear showed on his pants, his shoes, his face tilted up and frozen mid one—sided—conversation. Longer hair with faded dye dripped down his head and shoulders and around his cheeks. The very first thing he saw, upon returning to Earth, was the plane retreating over the rooftops. Its green lights winked at him. Sixteen seconds after his appearance the wind blew stiff into his hair. Several strands tickled his nose. His mouth shut—clicked, with the tap of his teeth against each other so suddenly—and he took a deep breath in. It came back out heavy, something between a sigh and a growl and a groan.

   "That idiot," he said. The cat looked up at him, his words alerting it to his presence for the very first time. 

At 2:59 and twenty one seconds, the cat scampered around and away from him down the street. In the following thirty nine seconds the engine whirr faded from the air, and by 3:00 a.m on the dot Bryce was well and truly alone.

There were two ways he took that. On the one hand, he'd been alone a lot over the past six months or so. The plane wasn't massive really, but it was plenty big enough that he could wander far enough in the plug's direction for the silence to swallow him up. On the other, it never struck him as actual 'alone time'. Not like it was in his apartment, or his car, or the whole of Bridgeport, or now, with the smell of garbage starting to reach his nose. On the plane it was just separate. Quiet space. Maybe it was Liam that made it feel that way. Invisible and, if he wanted to be, inaudible above them in Airy's world.

Or was he besides them? Was that how Liam had described it? 

At 3:01 a.m, Bryce decided not to sweat the details. He fished around in his pockets instead, pulling out first a blue sticky note and looking it over the same way he checked his phone for the time. It did not tell him the time. It read him a couple phone numbers, a couple names, a couple different handwritings, a couple too many crinkles along the corners from living in his jacket for so long. He stuck it back in his pocket. Next a few dollar bills. Some coins. 16.65 total, lucky him. They all went back in his pocket. Then came a receipt, a torn scrap of cardboard packaging. 'Charger' was the only thing of note written on both of them. With purpose Bryce tucked them away. By 3:03 a.m he had taken a full, meticulous stock of his pockets. He wasn't expecting to find his phone, having lost it multiverse jumping months back, but the lack of it still disappointed him. Even if he wasn't sure what messages he would've been coming back to. 

A car drove past the alley. Headlights cast out around him, the LED kind that were brighter than the sun, and peeled away just as quickly without ever quite reaching him. Just an inch or two too far. The car in question had been red, he thought, and small.

3:04 a.m, he realized he could see the reflection of the sign next door on the windows across the street. He couldn't tell what the buildings were—shops, restaurants, apartments. Whatever it was, the lights inside were dark. From the distance, Bryce couldn't see his reflection.

3:05 a.m, he resisted the urge to pace. It was tempting, but he bit it back. He turned a pocket nickel in his fingers instead.

3:06 a.m, someone walked by. Tall, but not thin, with hair up in a bun. He guessed it was blonde, or white.

3:07 a.m, nothing happened. He cursed. "That idiot," Bryce hissed again.

3:08 a.m, He began to pace.

3:09 a.m, Bryce replayed their last interaction. 'Stop' wasn't what he'd meant to say, but everyone had vanished, one by one, and shouting Liam's name had hardly seemed to work. He'd given them no warning. Bryce had been telling Amelia a story. Then, Amelia was gone. Subway followed. Then Charlotte. Atom.

   Quiet. A slight shuffle in the air. "Did you—"

   "Yeah. Yeah, I did"

It wasn't even a bad thing, inherently. They—he—had been waiting months to get back home. Or back to Earth, at least. Their own respective Earths. It had just been sudden. Too sudden. Bryce hadn't known what to make of it.

   "are you gonna... can you send yourself back?"

   Pause. "Maybe. Probably."

2:59 a.m. Keyboard clacking. 

   "You've gotta go back"

   Less a pause, more a breath. "I—"

   "Go home , Liam."

3:10 a.m, Liam was never good at listening to him, not in Bridgeport and not now. Bryce didn't know what he was waiting for. 

3:11 a.m, he considered leaving the alley.

3:11 a.m and one second.

3:11 a.m and two seconds.

3:11 a.m and four seconds.

3:11 a.m and eight seconds.

3:11 a.m and sixteen seconds.

3:11 a.m and twenty-one seconds.

3:11 a.m and twenty-two seconds, on the dot. To the millisecond, even. And Liam was there. Bryce was no longer alone.

They stared at each other. Liam clutched the strap of his backpack.

   "Sorry," Liam said, simply. Another car passed, this one blue. Bryce could make out a baseline thumping through it's doors. diner—scent wafted above the garbage, slightly. The tense energy wound up in his gut lessened, tired.

   3:11 a.m and fifty-nine seconds. "Come on," Bryce walked around a proper reply, "let's eat."

*  *  *

The diner itself was fine. Small. A little dimly lit. Empty save for one guy in a worn-out suit jacket slowly chewing on a hot dog while watching a lets play on his phone. A counter with some assorted old barstools and booths that ran along the walls. Glancing at the bored server behind the counter—short and older with an abstract tattoo running along their neck—they sat at a booth beside a window. From this angle, Bryce could spot the moon hanging over them. Yellowed and crescent thin.

He wasn't all that hungry, honestly. He wasn't sure why he'd brought them here, beyond the promise of coffee that would chase away the sleepiness hanging over him. Regardless, he traded away the majority of his 16.65 in pocket money and contemplated swiping a bite or two of Liam's waffle—lightly syruped, and unbuttered—while waiting for his coffee—sweetened, but without milk—to cool, if only to keep hunger from catching up to him. He knew it would, sooner or later. 

Bryce set his chin on the table, slowly but surely giving in to sleep. They hadn't said much since they'd walked in, and it was the quiet between them that kept him from slipping under completely. He shut his eyes.

Liam, moments later, was the first to break that quiet.

   "You alright?" he asked.

   "Tired," Bryce replied, halfway to a mumble. Liam hummed. There was music playing in the diner, a dad-rock sounding band Bryce didn't know the name of, just loud enough to hear and acknowledge before it faded to the back of his awareness. If he bothered to listen closer, he could hear the sound of people shuffling around in the kitchen. Above all that, though, came the sound of ceramics across laminate. Bryce pried his eyes open. The waffle sat in front of his nose. Glancing up, he found Liam looking back. A scrap of waffle was pierced on his fork. He glanced between it, the plate, Bryce. Bryce, for his part, flicked his eyes towards his still steaming mug, then back to Liam. Liam bit off his waffle scrap and gestured with his fork. Bryce scoffed a bit. Once again, Liam  was never particularly good at listening to him. Still though, he sat up and snatched his fork from its resting place on the table, his pinkie brushing the warm mug in the process.

   "You never know when to quit," Bryce told him. 

   Liam held out his knife. "It's been six months"

   "So?" Bryce took it, "plus, they burned it"

True to his word, the left side of the waffle was overdone. Less of a golden shade of brown and more of a dark, dark one.

   "So?" Liam returned. Bryce didn't argue with him. Instead, He focused on cutting up one of the better looking sections he'd been offered. It gave fairly easily under the knife, soft and springy. He came away with a single square, a tiny puddle of syrup pooled within it. Sticky threads followed it some ways from the plate as he lifted it. The song faded out, shifting from electric guitars to acoustic, different in tone but not inherently more mellow. The waffle piece sat patiently on his fork. Bryce did not bite it.

   "What took you so long?" he asked. Liam, once again, paused. "to get here,"

A singer began, voice low. Liam looked just left of Bryce, like he was looking at his ear instead, or the counter behind them. 

   "I had to get Texty," he began, patting his backpack, "for one"

   "That took ten minutes?"

   "It could've"

Quiet seeped back over them. Bryce leveled him, disbelieving, but Liam still didn't meet his eye. Bryce dipped his piece in a thin syrup streak on the plate. He took his time, dragging it through, gathering up a heap of what was most likely artificial maple onto his piece. With one final glance at Liam that, once again, missed him, he bit into it. Sweetness filled his mouth, sweetness and the taste of maple. He couldn't remember maple flavour enough to speak to the authenticity of it—even before everything, maple syrup had never exactly been a frequent part of his diet. The syrup hadn't soaked the waffle completely. It was springy, relatively soft, thankfully devoid of burnt flavour. All told, it broke over him like a wave. He still wasn't hungry, but his body knew he hadn't eaten in months. The dissonance shook up his senses as he swallowed, foreign, familiar, a good reminder that he was on Earth again, even if he wasn't home, all at once. It all must've shown on his face, because he found Liam looking at him again, slightly puzzled.

   "God, that's weird," Bryce summed up, "how did you put up with eating again, the first time?"

   Liam shrugged, "I don't know. I guess I was so focused on getting to Bridgeport I just didn't think about how long it'd been." He pierced another piece with his fork, glancing out the window. "Honestly, seeing the sunrise again threw me off more than anything"

Bryce followed his gaze. It wasn't even 4 a.m; the sun wasn't rising yet. The moon hadn't moved much. It still watched them from the sky. Another plane was slowly making its way across the sky, though. Blinking, red and green. The door swung open, shut. Less than three seconds later the suited man walked past their window, leaving them the only patrons inside. 

   "I guess I can see that," Bryce said. They watched the city sleep a little longer.

A minute passed in this quiet.

Then another. 

And another.

Then, as Bryce's eyes began to droop again—

   "You told me to go home," Liam said, suddenly. Bryce looked at him, but caught the fading green of his hair rather than his eyes once again.

   "Yeah?"

   "You said I had to go home"

   "Yeah, what's your point?"

   "Why?"

Bryce blinked.

   "Why?" he parroted.

   Liam turned to him. "Why?"

Bryce shifted, leaning away from the window to look at him fully. 

   "What kind of question is that?"

Liam, following his lead, turned away from the window as well. He shrugged.

"It was over," Bryce said, "you stopped Airy, you sent us home, you didn't need to be there anymore." He grabbed his coffee, which had finally cooled enough to drink. Sipping it, he found it much less sweet and much more burnt than the waffle had been. Like he was sipping from the same pot they'd prepped the morning before—a likely bet, if he was to guess. At the very least he could appreciate its warmth.

He watched Liam's expression shift, and somewhere along the line he began fidgeting with a stained blue sleeve. Setting his mug down, Bryce nudged the half eaten, half forgotten plate into Liam's hands.

"You needed to go home," He said, "That's it. End of story." Bryce tried to keep his voice firm, certain, as though his thoughts on the matter began and ended here. Consciously, he didn't think of 2:59 a.m, how he'd felt when he'd opened his mouth. The coulds and woulds and formless opinions he had on Liam's fate. Either way, he'd known and still knew now, Bryce wouldn't have been able to do anything about it, not really. So instead, he picked up his fork. It left a sticky spot on the table where he'd left it.

Liam looked at him. His lips were pressed thin and his look measured. Almost like he didn't believe him, or had more to share. But whatever it was stayed in his head. 

Without another word, he grabbed his fork and began, again, to eat.

#shout out to the dinkus. ive always used dashes for things like that but now i think i may swap sides #objectober #objectober 2023 #hfjone #hjfone liam #hfjone bryce #writin and ravin #im not that happy with the ending of this. or the inconsistent voice. or the fact that i didnt proofread it (cause its 3am again) #BUT. i had fun. and i like the concept. and also i like it. so. you know.

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 9

Fight... fight?... fight?!

"Wait! Why would we fight?! That's ridiculous!" My head and hands were shaking side to side, denying his idea, and he scoffed while taking off his uniform.

"Because I want to find a way to avoid your quirk, even if it seems like it's invincible..." the top half of his body was already exposed, but even if I was feeling embarrassed, I couldn't look away. "It has to have a limit, right? Quirks are just physical abilities after all." He put on a black tank top and began taking off his pants, so I turned around quickly.

With a deep breath, I settled my backpack against the wall and let the clothes rest on top of it so I could undress too. Even if I argued with him, it would be pretty useless, Midoriya has told me a lot about Bakugou, only because I asked him to, and I knew how hot-headed he was.

My shaky hands unbuttoned my blazer and shirt after I undid my tie, and I took them off, folding them and placing them on his desk by my side. I grabbed the white tank top he gave me and cringed at how tight it felt on my body.

I was starting to feel self-conscious again. Before I could take off my pants, I turned slightly to look at him, he was on his phone and wasn't paying attention to me. This is my chance.

Extremely quick, I took off the rest of my uniform and dressed with the grey sweatpants I was given, I'm not sure how, but I managed to not trip while doing so, and a heavy relieved sigh escaped my mouth as soon I was completely dressed.

"About damn time," Bakugou walked past me still looking at his phone's screen, and walked out of the room, I followed him silently.

My hands went to my pants pockets and stayed there. I noticed we were heading to his backyard, and I felt nervous again.

"It's okay if we do this, Bakugou?" He scoffed and turned abruptly, making me stop in my tracks before I could crash against him.

"This is my house, I can do whatever I want." He walked some steps away from me, and began stretching, extremely hesitant, I followed. And some minutes went past before Bakugou made a few tiny explosions, "Come at me fucker, I'll beat your ass up."

//////

It turns out, Bakugou couldn't avoid my quirk at all, even if I was getting worn out and my muscles were hurting really badly. When all the quirk fights didn't work he came at me with his fists, something that also didn't go too well for him, he had managed to lay some punches on me, but that was it, and I couldn't bring myself to hurt him purposely, so I just made him trip over his own two feet. It was kinda funny and cute because he would yell at me with frustration, a blush on his cheeks, and some dirt on his face.

Now, we were sitting under a large tree in complete silence.

"So you really are invincible, eh?... tsk, so annoying." He whispered and lay down on the grass, his eyes closed and arms spread out.

"I'm not... my quirk it's difficult to handle." He laughed a sarcastic laugh and opened one eye to look up at me.

"Difficult to handle... you surely don't make it seem that way, (L/n)." I realized he had called me by my last name for the first time, but I didn't comment on it.

"I could easily stop somebody's heart if I wanted to, that would kill them." The words got out of my mouth by themselves, and I was pretty sure he heard them, but didn't react at all, instead, he sat up and started walking back to his house.

"You can go if you want, and I'll let you borrow my clothes for today, but I want them back tomorrow, got it?" Bakugou didn't wait for an answer and opened the back door to enter his house, he left it open so I stood up as well.

My feet were taking me to the door slowly, my muscles being tired and aching due to their use. When I walked in, his parents were staring at me, their eyes made me anxious and feel extremely uncomfortable, also aware of how messed up I looked.

I quickly bowed and ran upstairs to Bakugou's room to take my things. When I walked in, the shower was running, so I assumed Bakugou was showering. I folded my uniform and placed it inside my bag, hung it on my shoulder, and ran back downstairs to the front door.

I placed the slippers in their place and put on my shoes, turning around and bowing once more.

"Thank you for receiving me, I'll be going now, have a good night." After those words, I bolted out of the house and ran towards my own home, where my family was waiting for me with dinner ready.

///////

-Some days later-

"That's it for today. There's a week left for the exams. You're all studying, right? You surely know, but with the written exam there'll be a practical one. Remember to train your body and mind. That's all."

After that, Aizawa walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Soon enough, everybody was talking about having to study and were freaking out because of their ranks.

I wasn't sure if I would have the same place as the Hero Course... my rank was second in General Studies.

I might need to study this time, seeing as the Hero Course was probably teaching different things than the rest of the courses. Even if I belong to that group of people that passes without studying.

I had no idea who to ask to help me study. I mean, I don't know Yaoyorozu at all, Midoriya might go onto his rambling nonsense, Iida might drift off and explain anything non-related to class, and I wasn't sure about Todoroki either. And everybody else was asking for help.

"Bakugou! Can you help me study?" I looked back, and saw Kirishima walking up to the blonde behind me. My body turned abruptly around and Bakugou jumped slightly in his place.

"Me too," I said before he could refuse the redhead, who came up to me and hugged me by the shoulders.

"Help us study!" I noticed Bakugou's scowl forming on his face, and I giggled at that.

Such an angry puppy.

"Why are you laughing? I'll kill you!" His palms were popping tiny explosions at me and I just smiled.

"I remembered something," after that, Bakugou and Kirishima were planning where to study, well more like Kirishima was, and Bakugou agreed about meeting in a coffee shop.

#paralyze fic #bakugou katsuki fanfic #bakugou x male #bakugou x male reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader

[idreamofhazel]

The Boyking-Chapter 15

Masterpost and series summary here.

Word Count: 3.2k

Chapter Warnings: Blood, show-typical injuries

A/N: Beta’d by @impala-dreamer​ :)

Dean groaned. “I’m fine.” He tried to sit up, but the movement caused the blood to flow faster. Dallas pushed him back down and watched as more blood spilled out onto the hunter’s shirt and slid to the floor. It was so red. And there was so much.

She remained there with her hands partially covering the wound, mind blank, body frozen. The hot liquid soaked her hands as they pressed into Dean’s chest.

The pressure wasn’t working. The last time she had needed to save someone, it hadn’t worked either. Her mind slipped dangerously into the past as she tried to think of what to do.

“Call… Sam…” Dean said roughly.

Dallas moved at his words. Quickly, she looked for his phone. There were so many pockets in his damn jacket. Her hands shook badly. She wasn’t fast enough, she was going to lose someone again—

“Dallas? Dean?” A strong but worried voice spoke.

Dallas looked up and then wished she hadn’t. Sam stood in the doorway, looking down at the pair. She read his expression as a mix of fear and anger.

She didn’t think, she just spoke. “He- he’s hurt- I-“ Dallas stammered.

Sam moved inhumanly fast. He suddenly knelt opposite Dallas on the other side of Dean, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder. Dallas returned her hands to Dean’s wounds but lowered her gaze away from Sam’s judgment. 

“It’s just a scratch,” Dean quietly moaned. He was beginning to lose consciousness. 

“It’s more than a scratch. I’m taking you to the hospital,” Sam said sternly.

Dean groaned, and Sam ignored him. “Dallas,” Sam said firmly.

She reluctantly looked up from Dean with wide eyes, finding Sam’s gaze too intense and most likely filled with gruesome images of what he would do to Dallas for neglecting his brother.

He waited until her eyes met his and continued. “I’m taking him to the hospital and I’ll be back for you. Wait here.”

Dallas swallowed hard but did not remove her hands from Dean’s wounds.

“Dallas.” Sam softened his voice, not breaking eye contact. “I’ve got him.” He placed his hands on hers, and she flinched. “You can stop,” he gently assured her, “It’s ok.”

He took her hands in his, and she decided not to fight it. He slowly lifted them off of Dean, and she let them float down to her thighs. Her fingers felt immediately cold with the absence of the hunter’s injured body underneath them.

She watched as Sam effortlessly picked up Dean, cradling him across his arms, and they disappeared in a cloud of black vapor.

The few minutes Sam was gone passed inhumanely slow, and yet when he returned it was not long enough.

Dallas had not moved. She remained on her knees, bloody hands resting on her thighs. She stared at the spot where Dean lay, where some of his blood had pooled on the ground.

Sam moved softly and deftly, but she still recoiled as he knelt in front of her. “He’s ok,” he said. “He lost a lot of blood, but not too much.” 

Dallas let out a heavy breath. She clenched and relaxed her palms, the drying blood cracking in her palms.

“I can take you to the hospital,” Sam continued, “If you want to wait for him.”

That was not what she had expected Sam to say to her. She looked down at her hands, at the blood staining them and her pants.

“I can take you… back,” Sam offered, as if he knew what she was thinking, “Back to the room. So you can change.” The way he said ‘room’ made it seem like he knew Dallas would not respond well to the idea of returning to Hell right now.

“No, my bag, it’s in his car,” she stated, beginning to feel confused at Sam’s behavior. It was almost… kind.

“Ok,” Sam continued, “I can get it for you and–”

“No,” she said firmly, suddenly standing. Her legs wobbled and shook and with the abrupt change in position, but she did not want any more of Sam Winchester’s help. She hated that she even needed it in the first place, and she hated that he was offering help rather than reprimands. She would rather him be angry than whatever this was.

Sam stood with her. He reached out a hand to steady her but quickly dropped it back to his side when she stepped away from him. 

“Just tell me the name of the hospital. I’ll figure it out,” she said, looking somewhere to the side of Sam, avoiding his gaze.

“I—,” Sam started to say something, but didn’t finish the thought. “He’s at St. Mary’s,” he said instead.

She took another step away from him, legs regaining some strength. He remained in the same position. She looked him over, still avoiding his eyes, and noticed the dirt on Sam’s knees and the blood on his own hands, his brother’s blood. A tangy, foreign feeling rose up inside her as she thought about what had just occurred between the siblings.

“I’ll-” she stuttered, “I’ll use Dean’s phone and, uh, I’ll call you when—when they—“ She didn’t know what was compelling her to offer this courtesy.

“Thank you,” Sam said, saving Dallas from finishing her broken sentence. He reached into the pockets of his pants and pulled out the Impala’s keys, extending them to her. 

She took them from his palm, careful to not let her skin make contact with his, and turned away, walking out the same garage door she and Dean had entered earlier. Outside, it was now fully night.

She walked across the street, to where Dean had parked his car, and unlocked his door. Before sitting inside, she turned her head back. Sam was gone, and she felt relief. She opened the door, got in, and slammed it shut behind her. 

She remained calm, numb almost, as she started the engine and drove away. As she found a gas station with a bathroom on the back side of the building, the numbness remained. She got her bag out of the car and went inside to clean up and change. She pumped the harsh gas station soap into her hands, scrubbed, pumped more soap, and scrubbed again, repeating until the skin on her hands felt dry. Only then did she look at herself in the mirror. Some color had drained from her face. Her hair was tousled, sticking out around her ears and forehead. She noticed some smears of blood on her cheek and jawline, and quickly washed them off with water from her hands. She hated how blood got everywhere in a hunt without her ever noticing it.

She checked again to make sure all the blood was gone and noticed the wariness in her eyes and the dark circles beginning to form underneath them. She gripped the sides of the dirty porcelain sink. Why was she so stupid. She hunted with someone one damn time in years and almost killed them. 

This is why she worked alone.

She stepped away from the sink and began peeling her clothes off. She made sure they were inside out, folding them into a ball to contain the stains. She pulled her other set of clothes out of her bag, another pair of dark jeans, a deep, maroon t-shirt, and clean undergarments. She changed, slipping her boots on again and then packing the blood-stained clothes into her bag. 

She picked up the duffel, swung it over her shoulder, and left the bathroom. As she stepped out, an older man dressed in slacks and a sweater waited outside. In the dimly lit backside of the building, Dallas was startled but said, “Sorry, I didn’t hear a knock” as she continued to the Impala.

“No worries.” The man smiled.

Something about the man’s tone of voice sent Dallas’ alarm bells off but she didn’t stop. She glanced back again as she walked but the man was gone and the bathroom door remained ajar as she had left it. Normally, she’d take a second look but she was too tired to deal with anything else tonight. Instead, she got back into the Impala, drove to the hospital in silence, and then gathered herself together in the parking lot for a few moments.

She then grabbed one of Dean’s fake ID’s from the glove-box and went inside. She approached the front desk nervously, still shaken from the night’s events. Luckily for her, the nurses would expect someone looking for a hospitalized loved one to act the way Dallas was feeling.

“Excuse me,” she started, “Is there a John Doe here? I’m looking for my brother.”

The secretary looked up from her computer screen. “Yes, one was brought almost an hour ago. Describe your brother to me.”

“Um,” Dallas began, having to think hard about Dean’s distinguishing facial features. “He’s got short, light-brown hair. Freckles. Green eyes. Probably a few scars. Here.” Dallas reached into her pocket, pulling out the card, noting the name before showing it to the nurse. She covered the fake police logo as she held up the ID. “Is it him? Do you have Mike?”

The nurse thankfully did not take the ID from Dallas’ hand but only looked at the picture. “I think we might have him. Someone will have to take you to his room to verify he’s who you’re looking for.”

“Thank you,” Dallas said breathlessly. She was not faking her relief. Dean was okay.

“A man brought him in,” the secretary continued. “Didn’t give us a name but they found your brother, if that is him. Wish we knew so you could thank him.”

Dallas nodded. “I’m glad whoever it was found him.” And in a way, she was glad that Sam had been there to save Dean. She didn’t need another hunter’s death on her conscience.

Moments later, a night shift nurse came to take her to Dean. They turned a couple corners in the emergency room department before finding Dean’s door. Dallas entered the room quietly following the nurse.

The click of the latch alerted Dean to their presence. Dallas looked at him on the hospital bed, noting his tired eyes and the fresh scrapes on his face.

“Don’t say a word,” Dean grunted. “This is embarrassing enough as it is.”

Dean was being so… casual. Dallas froze. Was she supposed to laugh? Apologize? 

“How are you feeling?” She winced as the words left her mouth. They were so cliche, of course he felt awful. Thanks to her.

“Peachy,” Dean sighed. 

“So,” the nurse said, “This is your brother?”

Dean’s brows raised, then he spoke first. “Yeah, this is my pain in the ass sister.”

“Great.” And the nurse did sound truly happy to hear that Dallas and Dean had found each other. She grabbed his chart and relayed to Dallas what had happened. “Looks like your brother had a blood transfusion and heavy stitching. We’ll monitor him for a couple days to make sure the wounds are healing properly. Sir, do you remember what happened? Were you attacked by an… animal?”

Dean squinted. “No, it’s all a little fuzzy. I think I hit my head? I dunno, I’d really like to get some sleep, though. I’ll try to remember tomorrow, okay?” He ended with a flirty grin.

“Of course.” The nurse seemed to understand. She smiled sweetly and placed the chart back in its folder, before leaving the room. 

With just the two of them in the room now, Dallas slowly approached the bed and stopped a few inches from Dena’s side. She didn’t know what to say, or do, next.

Dean looked at her. “Thanks for everything back there. For calling Sam and taking care of me.”

Dallas’ eyes went wide. “I— I didn’t call Sam.” I didn’t do anything useful, she thought. “He just appeared.”

Dean’s brows furrowed. 

“He’s never done that before?” Dallas asked, suddenly more nervous.

Dean shook his head. “But it doesn’t matter. Who knows what Jedi tricks he has that I’ve never seen. But still, thank you. You, uh, held me together back there.”

Dallas honestly had no idea how to respond, and Dean seemed to notice. 

“I’m betting you don’t have to watch a man bleed out very often do you?” He had a light tone to his voice that seemed out of place to Dallas.

“I usually work by myself,” she said hollowly but thought of Nadia.

Recognition flickered across Dean’s features. She had told him just earlier that day—so many, long hours ago—that there had been someone once. But he didn’t mention whatever had connected in his mind.

“They said I have to stay here for three days? Hell to that,” he laughed. “You’re busting me out in the morning.”

“I don’t think you need to be working a job—“

“Nah, I’ll just stay somewhere, lay low until I’m sure the stitches won’t tear. You can work one while I’m out of commission. I’m sure Sam will have something on his list.”

Dallas didn’t respond to that. She had worked this job with Dean to get out of Hell and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to go back. Dean seemed to pick up on her hesitancy. 

“That’s if you want to,” he added. Then waited before asking, “What do you do all day in Hell anyway? Can’t be all that exciting.”

Dallas cracked a half-smile at Dean’s jab. “It’s not,” she agreed. “I wasn’t doing anything at first, he wouldn’t let me leave the room. Then I worked a job with him before—“ she paused, uncertain of what she wanted to divulge, but continued, figuring Dean was safe enough to share with. “Before I had him call you. The job, with him, was a little much to be honest.” It was such a small piece of information, a tiny view into her thoughts and feelings, but she felt like she was holding herself wide open for Dean.

“I imagine so,” Dean said. “It’s a lot for me at times, and I’m his brother.”

Dallas only nodded silently.

“Has he asked you to let him take you on a tour yet?” Dean asked.

Dallas’ eyes widened. “How did you—“

“Sam’s been asking me for years to go on a damn tour and see what he’s done with the place. I bet he’s asked you, too, bet he would ask any sad hunter who found themselves at his doorstep.” Dean sighed, then thought for a moment. “This might be bad advice, but I say do it. I’ve never been able to stay down there for too long but you—you’re already there. Maybe it will help you sort out what the right thing to do in this situation is.” He recalled their conversation about Sam in the motel earlier that day.

“How do you know I’m doubting the right thing?” Dallas pressed defensively, concerned she’d shared too much.

“You have to be,” Dean said plainly. “I know I always am when it comes to Sam.”

Dallas chewed on her bottom lip. That was a lot to think about. 

“You know what, I’m gonna get us some food,” she announced. “I don’t like to think on an empty stomach.”

Dean smiled. “Sounds great.”

Dallas left the room, waving to the secretary as she exited for the parking lot, and then she drove down the street to a fast food joint and ordered a couple of burgers. She returned not fifteen minutes later, walking the halls of the hospital back to Dean’s room when her phone began to ring in her pocket. She stopped just down the hall from his room and pulled the phone out.

“Shit,” she mumbled to herself. It was Gordon. She’d rather not answer but then he’d know her phone was now on because it wouldn’t go straight to voicemail. She had about two seconds to decide what to do before he became more suspicious than he probably already was. As much as he was used to her avoiding him, he wouldn’t be patient forever.

She put the phone up to her ear. “Did ya miss me?”

“Is another shot of whiskey in order?” Gordon said flatly. 

“I’d love a round or two,” Dallas cooed.

“What have you found out? Have you made any progress?”

“Yes,” Dallas bit back, every bit of fake niceness draining from her instantly. She took a breath and then said more calmly. “I have a weapon. I’m getting information on Sam. It’s a process.”

“Have you learned anything useful at least?”

Dallas began pacing in the hall. Sure, she’d learned a few useful things, none of which she was sure she was ready to share just yet, except maybe to keep Gordon off her ass.

“Sam’s got healing abilities. He heals really fast except something kept him from doing so the other night. Something Lilith’s side did when we were stopping a seal. I’m working out the specifics.”

Gordon hummed in approval. “Those are the things we need to know. Nice work. Let me know when you find out what exactly weakens him.”

“Uh huh. Look,” Dallas began, “You can’t be calling me whenever you want now. You’re gonna blow my cover with the Winchesters. Especially with Sam. So from here on out, I call you when I decide it’s safe for me to do so.”

“So you have been to see Sam?”

“Goodbye, Gordon.” She hung up and stood in the quiet hall. A gnawing, queasy feeling began to swirl in her stomach as she walked to Dean’s room. It felt something like guilt, but it couldn’t be, so she shoved it aside as she walked through the doorway, back to the bed, and handed Dean his food. 

They ate in silence together, Dean in his hospital bed and Dallas in a spare chair. She allowed a couple minutes of no conversation before asking something that had been on her mind since the events of the night.

“You know,” Dallas started, “I, uh, probably need your phone number. And I guess,” she paused before continuing, “Sam’s number, too. For emergencies.”

“Yeah, of course,” Dean said without missing a beat. He put his burger down and grabbed his phone off the table.

“Shit,” Dallas said, only now remembering what she’d told Sam earlier. “I told Sam I'd use your phone to call him to let him know you’re ok.”

Dean’s brows rose but he quickly shelved his reaction. “I’ll text him, spare you the conversation.”

He typed quickly then handed her his phone. She took it, then texted herself a quick message from his cell. Then she went to Dean’s contacts and found Sam’s number under his name, the only Sam in the phone, and typed the number in her phone.

“Wait,” she started, realizing her phone didn’t work when she wasn’t topside and then feeling stupid for asking for Sam’s number. “I don’t get any service in Hell.” She handed Dean back his phone. 

“Right,” Dean said, “Just tell Sam. He has to do some mojo on it for it to work down there.”

Dallas furrowed her brows but didn’t dare ask Dean how that worked. “I guess I’ll have to ask him myself.”

“You going back?” Dean asked, obviously intrigued but attempting to hide it by focusing on his fries.

Although it was the last thing she wanted to do, she would have to. She had a job to do. “I guess I am.”

#the boyking #boyking!sam #sam winchester x oc #sam winchester fanfiction #spn fanfiction

[laurensprentiss]

Cabin In The Woods

[Unsub!Hotch x Reader]

Summary: When a camping trip with your friends goes awry and you find yourself wandering through the Washington woods alone, you meet a stranger who offers to take you in.

Warnings: 18+!!!! MINORS DNI!!! Heavy smut, oral sex (M/F receiving) rough sex, manhandling, unprotected P in V, creampie, face slapping, choking, dirty talk, fingering. Implied violence/murder, MAJOR plot twist at the end.

A/N: Happy All Hallow’s Eve!!!!! 🎃 I would be lying if I said this one shot wasn’t a product of spooky season and that ^^ picture of Hotch, courtesy of Rivka @h0tchner, so Ty for that. (Just picture him in a flannel) Also: reader is SO dumb and has 0 self preservation instincts!!

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Frustration and anxiety swirl in your stomach at the sight of the same tree you’ve passed four times in the last hour. The autumn leaves crunch under your boots, your gear is making your neck and shoulders ache and with the sun beginning to set, there’s a chill in the air, but unlike the gentle October breeze of weeks past, this chill is biting.

This is why you hate the woods. This is why you hate camping.

You’d made it a point to stick close by your friends all weekend, making sure to keep them in your line of sight or hearing - terrified to be left alone. They’d laughed it off, joking that as a twenty-something, your fear of the woods was irrational, maybe even childish.

But the stories you’d heard growing up of bodies being buried and people walking into the wilderness only to never be heard from again fills you with caution. And if it’s one thing horror movies have taught you, it’s that it’s better to be more cautious than not.

By the time you’d finished crudely peeing behind some bushes, Emily, Morgan and JJ were gone. You’d called out their names, telling them that their ‘joke’ wasn’t funny and that they could come out now, but you were met with eerie silence. You realise now you’ve been going around in one big circle with no frame of reference for how deep in the woods you are, any landmarks or predictably - phone signal. And suddenly you don’t know which is scarier - being all alone in the woods, or not being alone in the woods at all.

The wind howls through the tree branches, the sharpness taking your breath away a little. You stumble up the hill, the ground unsteady with sludgy mud and leaves. All you can see for miles are giant trees and with the sun dipping, you feel like crying with fear, fatigue and exasperation.

Suddenly, the hair on the back of your neck stands up and although an intrepid explorer you are not, human anatomy and survival instincts tell you you’re not alone. Your eyes scan the empty spaces between the tree trunks all around you, your heartbeat thundering.

This is how it ends. Dead in a ditch in the fucking woods.

“You okay, there? You look lost.” A gruff voice says. You jump out of your skin and follow the noise to its source behind you. A tall, broad bearded man in a pair of dark wash jeans and a parka watches you quietly from afar.

He shoulders an axe in one hand which makes you want to crawl into a ball and cry but then you spot the wood tucked into his arm on his shoulder and it makes sense. You breathe a sigh of semi-relief, reaching into your pants for the pocket knife Derek had put into your kit. “Yeah. A little. I’m looking for my friends.”

You note the man doesn’t really make much eye contact, his gaze is averted for the majority of the time he speaks to you. “Where did you see them last?” He asks.

You look around in a futile attempt to gauge your direction of origin. “Honestly, I’ve no idea. I’m not too good with the woods and I’m a little directionally challenged.” You admit.

He begins to walk towards you now and your grip on your knife tightens. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. I have a cabin just up the ways there,” He emphasises the shoulder full of wood and tilts his chin to show you the direction of his home. “You can stay there until morning.”

“Oh, no. Thank you.”

He shrugs. “Suit yourself. But it’s getting dark out and I’m pretty sure it’s going to rain.” He says it and quickly drops his gaze.

He’s a man of few words that much you know, but you consider it for a moment. This is a man you don’t know, offering you a place to stay for the night. Every fibre of your body is telling you to stay on high alert and you will - but it’s easier to remain on high alert when you’re safe, warm, fed and preserving energy than it is out in the open.

Maybe you can catch up with Emily and Morgan in the morning, bruise them both and tell them you’re never going camping ever again.

“Would you mind terribly?” You grimace. “I don’t want to put you out.”

He shakes his head. “Of course not. Follow me.” He says, readjusting the rope around the wood and leading the way. The trail seems a little familiar, and the closer you get, you surmise that you must have passed by his cabin at least a few times in the hour you’ve been searching for your friends. You think you may have even passed it yesterday and the day before, but you can’t be sure.

After around three minutes, pellet sized rain begins to fall just like the man had predicted. Despite your outer layers, it soaks you skin deep somehow, making you shiver and fight for breath. Another seven minutes in the pouring rain and you finally clear a small hill and come to a wooden cabin that’s lit dimly from the inside by candles and sconces. It’s a welcome sight with a gable roof and a small porch where rain bounces off it.

The man, who’s name you still don’t know, hasn’t said anything since he told you to follow him, only letting out small grunts of exertion here and there when he readjusts the wood on his shoulder. He walks up the stairs and wipes his boots vigorously on the mat, toeing them off and opening the door for you. You follow his lead, thinking twice about removing the boots in case you need to make a quick getaway but he watches you expectantly and his intense gaze doesn’t leave much room to argue.

You smile politely and thank him, stepping inside, the warm air and homey smell making you shed some of your initial doubt. Your skin prickles with the temperature change as you take in the cabin, the rain only becoming a distant noise in the background now. The man walks across the main living room and into a room in the back, and you soon hear a brief rattling and thudding from him unloading the damp wood and axe.

Peeling off your outer layers is uncomfortable because the material sticks to your skin like it doesn’t want to come off. Still you do, and warm your hands in front of the fireplace, crouching in front of it, the smell of burning wood taking you back to your childhood.

The man clears his voice behind you. “You can take a shower if you like. Hot water and toiletries down the hall.” This time, you catch his gaze lingering on you, scanning down your lower back and resting on your the curve of your ass. His tongue darts out momentarily to wet his lips between his thick beard before he looks away again.

You begin to deny his offer, you’re going to strip off and shower in a strange man’s home in the middle of the woods? But the prospect of spending the night in rain-soaked clothes is more uncomfortable than you can bear. “Thanks.” You whisper, moving your hands away from the fire. His presence is commanding when you brush past him and you outstretch your hand, introducing yourself.

You should at least know his name if you’re going to use his facilities.

He takes your warm hand in his much larger, colder, calloused one. “Aaron.” He mutters roughly. You look up at him and just see a broad chest, look further up, then a little more to find his face looking down at you. He’s tall, very tall and far too broad, his shoulders wide and strong. His brown-almost-hazel eyes bore into yours under the amber light but he’s the first one to break eye contact - again.

He’s attractive. Unsettlingly so.

He clears his throat and lets go of your hand, moving over to the kitchen to start some tea while you shower. You’re still acutely aware that this is a dangerous situation, this is a man you don’t know and you’re in the middle of ass-fuck nowhere, but in a strange way, it makes your stomach turn.

Not in an anxiety-induced sickness way. In an exciting, salacious, adrenaline way. You keep your knife within reach on the small window ledge next to the shower and turn on the faucet, the steam soon rising.

You strip off, peeling away the layers of your clothes that are matted to your skin, letting them fall to the ground. Outside, Aaron comes down the hallway with one of his large shirts and a pair of boxer shorts for you to change into but stops in his tracks at the sight of the door slightly ajar. Your water-slicked, naked body is turned away from and the steam rises next to you as you stretch your neck. His gaze travels down the delicate slope of your shoulder and your back, down the curve of your ass and down the length of your exposed legs.

He remains rooted in place, his heartbeat quickening and his pants tightening, the grip on his clothes, angry. He watches you step into the stream of water and sigh in relief at the warmth, arching your neck to let the water traverse down your body. The tent in his jeans tightens but he forces himself to snap out of his trance and he leaves the clothes on the door handle.

You feel acutely aware of somebody watching you then, your skin erupting in goosebumps. You turn quickly, your eyes darting to the knife a few feet away from you and spot the new clothes in the doorway and the shadow of a very large man travelling down the hallway.

He’s watching you.

Sufficiently refreshed, warmed and clean from the shower, you pull on the t-shirt Aaron had left by the door, the smell of him engulfing you. It’s nice. Manly. A little dangerous. You go sans boxer shorts though, because when you had tried to pull them up, they’d fallen right back down and without a drawstring, wouldn’t be able to stay up. Luckily, the shirt is big enough that it covers your ass and a decent amount of thigh, so you brave it with only a pair of panties underneath.

He stands at the kitchen island steeping two cups of tea and offers you a curt smile when you greet him. You notice your bag missing from where you left it, and sensing your apprehension, he tells you it’s in the guest room. When he looks at you now, his eyes look a little more alert and he holds your gaze for slightly longer this time, eyes dipping to your hard nipples through the T-shirt and the evident lack of his boxer shorts.

It’s a little dizzying how attractive he is. Now that his parka has been removed, he stands tall in a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up enough to see his thick forearms and the glint of a watch. You both swallow uncomfortably.

“So. How long have you lived out here?” You ask, walking over to the fireplace.

He doesn’t answer at first, and you think maybe you crossed a line - he doesn’t seem to talk much - maybe he’s one of those people who are intensely private or something. A hermit. “Ten years.” He says gruffly.

Ten years? There’s a surprising lack of photographs or tchotchkes for somebody who’s lived here for ten years.

“Why the woods?” You ask with your back to him.

“Quiet.”

Ah. Quiet. Which you are not. “I see. I’m not really much for the woods.”

“I know.”

Your brows furrow and you turn in confusion to ask what he means by that but you smack against a broad, hard chest and a determined face. When your hands come out to steady yourself on his chest, you try to pull away instantly but he wraps a large hand around each of your wrists and pins you to himself.

You try to push away again, but he’s like drowning in quicksand. The more you try to pull away, the further stuck you get. Your breathing quickens, adrenaline and a spike of fear racing though through your chest when he moves one hand to cup your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing against the skin under your eye.

He’s looking at you now, intently. “You’re beautiful.” He murmurs.

“Thank you.” Your cheeks grow warm. “Were you watching me? In the shower?”

“Can you blame me?” His voice is raspy, thick with lust and despite your better judgement and literally every alarm bell going off in your brain, it makes you damp between the legs. His thumb dips to brush over your upper lip, gently tracing your Cupid’s bow and then your lower lip, dragging it down a little.

He licks his own lips then, and you don’t know whether it’s the adrenaline, the fear, or the fact you haven’t gotten laid in months that makes you reach for his wrist and bring his fingers to your mouth. You open up, letting your tongue lay flat with his fingers on top, swirling it around them, separating them to lick the insides, before you wrap your lips around them and suck.

His fingers are thick and strong, and you suck on them with your eyes closed, imagining something a little bigger and harder in your mouth. It’s only when you hear him curse under his breath that you open your eyes and see his pupils blown in the candlelight, his mouth open, lips wet with saliva.

You release his fingers, placing a kiss on the tip of them like you would with his cock, and slowly bring them down past the t-shirt and over your panties. You both gasp when he makes contact, his cold fingers against your warm pussy making you shiver.

“You’re wet already? Just from sucking my fingers?”

“Yes.” You nod at him innocently, guiding him to rub your pussy. He does, gently, agonisingly, teasingly.

You grind down on his fingers, closing the gap between your legs and effectively trap his hand for some friction, feeling yourself dripping for him. He grabs the back of your head and crushes your lips to his, swallowing your surprised moan with a deep, dizzying kiss. His tongue hungrily collides with yours, leaving a trail of goosebumps down your spine as he kisses you again and again, his lips commanding. He pulls away with your bottom lip still in mouth.

You’re too dizzy to focus on anything other than how good you feel when he roughly yanks your underwear to the side, and rubs over your bare skin now, painfully wet and ready. You moan breathily and his free arm moves from the back of your head to around your waist, making sure you can keep upright as he rubs your clit with skilled fingers, eyes on yours.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” He mutters absent mindedly and you assume he’s talking about since the shower. Maybe before that. “Wanna get my mouth on you, taste you. Feel you shake and come on my face. You want that? Want my tongue on your pussy? Licking and sucking until you can’t breathe?”

Your breath gets stuck in your throat because Jesus, for a man that doesn’t talk much, he has a filthy mouth and it’s making you drip down your thighs. His fingers are unrelenting, rubbing tight little circles on your clit and with every stroke over you, you feel more lightheaded. He helps you ride out your orgasm, telling you to grind down on him and take it, and once the haze clears and your vision returns back to normal, he drags you roughly and throws you on the couch.

He’s on his knees immediately, pulling you down by your ankles so your ass leans off the seat, and spreads you roughly, diving right in. He doesn’t bother teasing, instead choosing to bury his face into your pussy hungrily, like he can’t get close enough. You gasp, back arching off the couch as his beard scratches and tickles the skin on your inner thighs. He licks broad stripes from your ass to your clit, a firm, hot pressure like nobody else has given you.

He wraps his forearms around the crease of your thighs and feasts, literally feasts on your pussy, drinking in everything you’ll give him with small grunts and moans. “Fuck, you taste good, so fucking sweet and soaking wet. All for me? This dripping cunt all for me?”

Your hands tangle in his hair when he draws your clit into his mouth and sucks, his spit lubricating you deliciously and dripping onto the wood floors. “Please. I’m so fucking close. Please don’t stop.”

“Yeah? You gonna come on my mouth like a desperate little slut? Take what I give you? Let me taste you and spread you open?” He sucks his middle finger and slides it into your pussy, withdraws it and repeats, sucking his middle finger this time too, before he slides it inside you. “Come on. Come for me, grind on my face.” He coaxes, pumping his fingers and licking your clit again.

You’re intoxicatingly aroused and the way he looks at you like a man frenzied throws your head for a loop. Your legs close around his head and he lets them, it only pushes him closer to you and he gladly welcomes it, using his lips and tongue to make you come. Your back and ass arch up off the couch and writhe in the air as you ride your orgasm out, white hot sparks of pleasure traversing your spine but he keeps his mouth glued to where you want him most.

He drinks you in until you whimper and push his head away. “Please.” You pant. “It’s too much. Please.”

He grins, slapping your pussy just to see you twitch. “It’s not enough. Not until I tell you you’ve had enough, and I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” He lands little slaps on your pussy again and again until you’re gasping and oversensitive, but fuck if you’re not drowning in ecstasy. “You have such a pretty little pussy.” He mutters.

He pulls you up and turns you so you face the back of the couch, your knees on the seats and he spreads your legs roughly, dragging the t shirt over your head. You hear a zipper and the sound of clothes being discarded and your heart pounds with anticipation. You reach down and wrap your hands around his cock, wanting to feel him, the weight of him in your hands and when you do, the breath leaves your lungs in a whoosh.

He’s heavy, thick, leaking precum and with only one orgasm so far - which in fairness, is more than most men can give you - you don’t know how you’ll be able to take something that big. You stroke the length of him languidly, pulling on his cock and he whispers your name breathily for the first time and your knees go weak.

“You want me inside you?” He rasps. “Want me to slide into this hot, tight little pussy and fuck you until you can’t see straight? Look at you, dripping down your thighs.” He gathers your wetness with his middle and ring finger, and angling your head to the right, slides the fingers into your mouth all the way to your throat and tells you to suck, making you gag. But he doesn’t care.

“Taste good?” You nod. “Feel dirty, tasting yourself on a stranger’s fingers? I think you like it, love being a naughty little whore for men you don’t know.” He roughly takes his fingers out of your mouth and drags them down your slit, rubbing the excess on his cock. With a hand on your lower back, he bends you over, and prods your entrance with the blunt head of his cock, burying himself deep inside you.

The position you’re in allows him deeper than you thought possible for anyone and you gasp at the sting, your nails digging into the back of his couch. “Oh my God, you’re so fucking deep, that’s so deep inside me. Oh my God… so fucking big.”

He grips your hips when you flutter around him, stilling you. “Don’t do that. Not yet. You’re so fucking tight and warm, I think I might blow my load before I really get started.” He grabs handfuls on your ass, hips, leaves the skin stinging and burning when he slaps it, the sound resounding in the room.

“Please.” You whine. “Please, just move. I wanna feel your cock moving inside me, I need it.” He slowly withdraws from inside you, almost all the way before slamming into you again, pulling your hips down hard to meet his thrusts. You’re completely at his mercy as he sets a punishing pace, slamming into you over and over again, hitting you deliciously deep.

“That feel good? That deep enough? Hm? Fuck I love this pussy, so warm and tight and wet, swallowing my cock. Take it, fucking take it.”

You bounce back on his cock too, desperate for more, for anything he’ll give you, drowning in pleasure. He fists his hand in your hair, and pulls your back flush to his still clothed stomach, one hand wrapping tight around your throat, the other pawing roughly at your breasts. He continues fucking up into you, and you whimper, seating yourself on his cock as best as you can with every thrust, drunk with ecstasy. He takes advantage of your open mouth by hooking three fingers into it as he fucks you relentlessly, your pussy enveloping him.

“That’s it. You feel so fucking good taking my cock, squeezing me like that? So hot and wet and so fucking tight, desperate to come.” He unhooks his fingers from your mouth, slapping your face lightly and God if that doesn’t turn you on even more. His hand wraps around your throat again, squeezing to restrict just enough airflow to make you breathless and hot. “Touch yourself.” He demands, his gaze fixated on you. “Rub your clit and make yourself come on my cock, I wanna feel you squeeze me tight. Come on, do it. Rub that sweet little cunt.”

Your heart pounds faster as your orgasm crests, and you bring a shaking hand down between your legs and rub your clit like he tells you. You’re soaking wet and your fingers can feel where he pounds into you. You grab onto his arm that’s wrapped around your chest for balance and rub your clit, chasing the feeling of crackling electricity and pooling warmth in the pit of your stomach.

Your legs turn to jelly when you come, trembling around him and you fumble for something to hold onto, settling for his arms to ride out your orgasm. The restricted air flow makes it more intense, and you come longer and harder than you ever have before, gasping for breath when he finally lets you go.

You grip the edge of the couch, with Aaron’s cock still buried deep inside of you, your pussy pulsing around his cock, releasing more wetness. “Good girl.” He coos, thrusting shallowly a few times before pulling out.

You turn, still on your knees to face him, eye level with his cock, covered in your wetness and his precum. You fumble with the buttons on his shirt, undoing enough so you can just slide it off him, and he’s as broad as he looks. Strong, wide shoulders and a hard chest with a generous smattering of hair across it, leading down to his pelvis.

The desperate desire to run your hands over his skin has you desperately clinging to him as you kiss him, your chests flush against each other and your arms wrap around his shoulders. His tongue massages yours, and you can taste the faintest hint of yourself on him. You sink back down to your knees and stroke his slick cock with both hands, your juices and his mixing and you’re desperate for a taste.

You suck on the tip of him first, sweetly, languidly in no real rush until his hips jerk forward with a curse of your name. “Deeper. Take it deeper, I want you to gag on my cock.”

You stick out your tongue and open your mouth as wide as you can, and wait for him to take the hint. He does quickly, gathering your hair on top of your head and slowly thrusting into your mouth, going deeper with every pass. He pushes your head down while he thrusts in, touching the back of your throat now and you fight back the urge to gag as tears prick your eyes. Spit gathers in your mouth and drips down your chin and onto your tits, so you play with them sweetly, pinching and pulling at your nipples, one hand trailing down between your legs to play with your pussy.

“Fuck yeah, keep doing that. Keep rubbing your clit, love seeing you play with yourself like the desperate fucking whore you are.”

His words send jolts of pleasure to your core and he soon sets a rhythm, brutal thrusts into your mouth as far as you’ll let him, the salty taste of him addictive. You let him use your mouth as you rub your clit to another orgasm, breathing roughly while your mouth is stuffed full of him, shuddering as your body releases for the fourth time. When he pulls away from your mouth, saliva and precum drip down your chin, chest and stomach, but he doesn’t care, taking your mouth in his with a rumble in his chest as he pulls you to your feet by your throat.

He keeps a grip on your throat while he kisses you, a clash of teeth and desperate tongues, leaving you submissive and pliant enough for him to slap your cheek gently a few times.

“Are you my slutty little girl? Are you going to come around my cock again?” You nod with wide eyes. He throws some cushions onto the floor in front of the fireplace and lays you down, spreading your legs roughly, slapping your pussy again which sends you reeling. “This pussy, so fucking wet, throbbing and desperate.” He pulls your lips apart, exposing your pussy to the air. He grins. “Look at that, clenching around nothing, so desperate for me to stuff you full of my cock? Is that you want?”

“Please.” You beg, rubbing your pussy. “Please. I need you to fill me up. Fill me up with your cock and come inside me, I wanna feel it deep in my cunt.”

He emits a sound that sounds almost like a growl, deep and rumbling in his chest, his eyes frenzied. “Good girl, keep using that mouth, you might just get what you want.” He spits on your pussy, a string of saliva trailing down from your pelvis and he catches it with his cock - taps the head of it against your clit making you jump. He sheathes himself inside you without warning, to the hilt. His pelvis and stomach rub deliciously against your clit and the weight of him on top of you is new and heavy in the best way.

You grip his strong arms as they cage your head in, his hips snapping furiously against yours as he fucks you now, spreading your legs wide. Your mouth falls open as he sets another bruising rythm, skin slapping against skin, your body shifting with each hard thrust. Expletives leave his mouth in hushed tones, whispers of praise about how your pussy feels so good gripping his cock and how he loves watching your tits bounce.

He pins your hands above your head with one of his, easily laying you out further exposed to him, while the other wraps around your throat. “That feel good? You like getting choked? Feeling like you can’t breathe while I fuck you senseless and dumb? Huh?” You nod. “Take it. Take that cock like I know you fucking can, such a good little pussy for me.”

You whine as he slams into you repeatedly, his mouth dipping and opening wide to take as much of your breast into his mouth as he can, moaning hungrily around it. He releases it by sucking on your nipple harshly, grazing it with his teeth and you’re completely and utterly immobilised, at his whim for him to use exactly as he pleases.

You can feel him start to throb inside you, your wetness creating obscene noises that echo throughout the room, mixed with breathless moans and pants. “Please.” You choke out. “Please. So fucking close, I wanna feel you. All of you. Please, give it to me.”

He kisses you again, messy, wet, sloppy but hungrily and obsessively, like you’re the air he breathes. His beard grazes your mouth and cheeks but you don’t care, moaning into his mouth with equal fervour, biting and sucking at his soft lips.

“You want me?” You nod. “You want to feel me fucking you, want me close?” He releases your throat and hands, slapping your cheek as he lowers himself down to his elbows, his weight coming down on top of you and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever felt in your life. He’s so big and strong and he leaves you utterly breathless, his stomach rubbing against yours, every inch of your sweaty body pressing against his but you want even more.

You wrap your legs around his thighs and take him in deeper, your arms snaking around his shoulders to pull all of him on top of you, to feel him crushing you. You can’t breathe and all five of your senses are invaded by him, all him. This new angle allows his pelvis to rub against your clit with every thrust inwards.

He loses his pace now, his hips faltering as he slams into you, deeper and deeper, his face buried in the crook of your neck, short breaths hot and heavy against your skin.

“You gonna come on my cock? Let me feel it, let me feel you squeeze me tight, make me come too. I want you to make me come so I can press deep inside your cunt and pump you full of come, make you mine.” He rasps.

“Yes. Please, I want to feel you come deep inside me. Give it to me, make me come.”

Your own breathing is shallow now too as you both chase your releases and when you tilt your hips upwards a little, he rubs against that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You dissolve into a puddle of ecstasy against him, nails scratching down his back, desperate for purchase and with a few groans of your name and one hard, deep thrust, he comes too.

He spills deep inside of you, hot come marking your walls and it prolongs your own orgasm to feel him throbbing and twitching inside you, his heart pounding against yours. After a few moments of riding out your orgasms, he pulls himself up so he’s taking his own weight and stares at your fucked out, sweaty face, matted hair and swollen lips.

He kisses you again, softer this time, his tongue massaging yours languidly and it makes your head swim. “Damn.” He mutters.

“Yeah. Damn.” You mirror, dissolving into laughter as the high takes over. You pull him back down to you to kiss him, his beard sticky and glistening with your release, but you don’t care. You can still feel him twitching inside you and you don’t know if you’ve had enough yet.

Still, he pulls out of you and pulls on his boxer shorts, leaving you dazed on the floor. He returns a few moments later with a wet washcloth and a glass of water, which he helps you drink by helping you up and then gingerly cleans you up. You get up, still on shaky legs and pull on your t-shirt, making your way down the hall.

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“Just need to grab something from my bag.” You tell him, stepping into the spare room. You scan the room for the backpack but it’s nowhere to be seen, so you open one of the sliding wardrobes and rummage for your bag. It’s only when your eyes adjust to the inside of the closet that your blood runs ice cold.

Your bag is nowhere to be found but tucked into the corner are three more bags, tainted with blood and a pair of men’s boots. You recognise the zip keyring on one of the bags straight away, a silver love heart with a monogrammed ‘JJ’. The bags are Emily’s, JJ’s and Derek’s - the boots are his too.

Your throat begins to close up as panic rises in your chest and you turn when you feel the presence of someone behind you. Your breathing becomes erratic and your chest tightens, hands going clammy.

“You. You… did you…” You swallow. You can’t even say the words.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t see that.” He says evenly, holding your gaze, but yours falls to the axe in his hand.

“No. No, tell me you didn’t…”

It’s futile.

He grins darkly. “How else was I meant to get you alone?”

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Surprise!

↬ baji keisuke x reader x matsuno chifuyu ↫

↣ syn: chifuyu’s birthday is approaching, leaving you to ponder on what would be a good gift. luckily, keisuke has a great idea.

↣ (f/c) favorite color, (y/n) your name

↣ word count: 4,038

↣ tw: voyeurism, anal, begging, thigh riding, cuckolding, threesome, cunnilingus, face-sitting, face-fucking, degradation, dirty talk, double penetration, edge play, choking

↣ a/n: hello! i’ve been gone for a while but i’m finding more time to write. this is my first fanfic including tokyo revengers characters so i’m sorry if they seem too ooc. also, i’m aware that some feel uncomfortable with nsfw content including baji, which is completely understandable. if you are one of these people, i kindly ask that you skip this story here. all of the characters presented in this piece are aged up!

minors do not interact (18+ only!)

Winter wasn’t particularly your favorite season. On top of the frightful snow, you had much more to worry about including school, work, Chifuyu’s birthday-

A gasp slipped from your lips as you jolted awake from your daydream. The legs of your chair let out a screech as you pushed your body away from the block of wood in front of you. An array of textbooks were spread out across your desk, a vexatious reminder of finals coming up. You brought your fore and middle fingers up to your temples, soothing the oncoming headache by rubbing in circular motions. When the ache dulled, you removed your fingers and pushed all of your work to the side.

The top right drawer of your desk creaked upon being tugged by its handle. Your phone was the first thing that caught your attention, perched on top of some miscellaneous books you used for class. Picking it up, you noticed the screen brighten, displaying a plethora of notifications. Throughout the madness, Baji’s contact caught your eye. You clicked on his name, opening up the text message.

Today 8:43

you busy?

An ugly snort fills the room before your fingers instantly start whipping up a reply. You check the time before sending it off.

Today 10:57

well, not anymore. I was studying for finals. Something you should be doing too.

Baji and studying would never go into a sentence together, you could practically hear his laughter through your phone screen as the speech bubble appeared.

meet me outside.

A beat passed.

and hurry, it’s fuckin freezing.

You rolled your eyes and turned your head to gaze out the window, it was a clear night with the moon shining brightly. It’s somewhat late, but before you could even think about declining Baji’s offer, your stomach snarled. A few mumbled curses toppled over your lips as you stood up and stretched. Palms reaching towards the ceiling, back curved in a slight arch.

A full-length mirror hung on the back of your door. You examined your outfit in it; (f/c) sweatpants, and a black hoodie that you never remembered buying--it’s probably Baji’s. Grabbing the closest pair of shoes, you slipped them on and dropped your keys into the shallow pants pocket. Your hand grasped the doorknob, twisting it then stepping through once it was open. It closed behind you quietly, careful not to create too much noise. The combination of the dark night and the dim hallway lights made you feel uneasy, but your mind was at fault for creating scary, unlikely scenarios. You took long, calculating strides down each of the halls. The quickened pace made it possible for you to reach the heavy, metal doors swiftly. You grunted when you felt the weight of the entrance against your shoulder, but all complaints left your mind when the frigid air engulfed your body.

“Shit,” you cursed, arms quickly flying up to hug yourself. From your position right outside the building, you could see the side of Baji’s face. He wore his hair a little longer than he did in high school, it was down to the center of his back. Noticeably taller, he stood at around six feet two inches and nearly towered over you. His jawline was more defined making him look a bit older than he was–twenty-two. The blue light from Baji’s device casted a soft illumination over his features, it was a serene sight.

“Boo,” you exclaim unenthusiastically as you walk up to his side. He immediately looks up and tackles you in a hug.

“Aww,” you coo. “Did you miss me?”

Baji just rolls his eyes in fake annoyance, eyes zeroing in on ‘your’ hoodie.

“That’s not mine,” he states, pointing a finger at it accusingly while his eyebrows quiver in suspicion. You tug on the edges to inspect the pattern. There was nothing special about the hoodie initially, until you spotted tiny paw shaped prints at the bottom.

You shrug, “I guess it’s ‘Fuyu’s then.” He just smirks in response.

Baji silently starts his path to the running car a few feet away. You follow close behind, hopping into the passenger’s seat when he opens the door for you. It takes a few seconds for him to shut the door and walk around to his side. The vehicle is old, rust building up on the lower right side and a sizable crack splitting the driver’s side window.

“Fuyu’s birthday is in a few days,” you start, barely giving your boyfriend time to settle in comfortably. “I was thinking about what I, or we, should get him.”

The male grunts, moving his hands in front of the busted heaters in an attempt to warm up. There’s a few seconds of awkward silence before he retorts.

“That’s actually why I texted you. I have a great idea.”

You had an unpleasant feeling about this.

December nineteenth approached a lot faster than you anticipated, it felt like you didn’t even have enough time to mull over Baji’s words. Even though you had finally come to a mental agreement on the proposal, you still had doubts about it. Hopefully, this wouldn't be something any of you would regret. Losing any type of relationship with your boys would crush your heart.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, smoothing over the (f/c) dress once, twice, three times before sighing heavily. After a little celebratory party for Chifuyu, Baji would drive you both back to their shared apartment. The air will definitely feel weird and cumbersome. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. What was Baji thinking? Fortunately, there was still time to back out and salvage your close friendship with Chifuyu. You picked your phone up from the bed, navigating the screen to the green speech bubble icon. Baji’s contact was pinned to the top, making it easy for you to open the message thread and ferociously start typing. Before you could get any further, however, there was a thunderous knock that reverberated through your apartment. Chewing on your bottom lip, you exited the bedroom and strode over to the front door. You were disgruntled by Baji’s punctuality.

“You’re early.”

He simpered, appearing pleased by your annoyance. “Just came to make sure you’re not chickening out,” he teased, inviting himself in and making himself cozy on your couch. Baji wore a crisp, black suit. The first few buttons of his white undershirt were undone, and his (f/c) tie was haphazardly fixed. You wondered if he had slipped a similar colored tie to Chifuyu so you could all match.

“I’m not going to ‘chicken out’ I'm just…nervous I guess,” you mumbled, moving to sit next to him on the sofa.

Baji hums in acknowledgment, completely understanding of your concerns. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in for a side hug. You rest your head on his chest.

“Are you sure about this? Be honest with me Keisuke.” There’s a casual pause.

“I’m sure baby, he’ll want this.” He trusted Chifuyu more than anyone else in the world. “He’ll want you,” he adds.

You were still a nervous wreck, but less dubious.

“Now, before you start worrying your pretty little head again, we should probably get going.”

You nodded, releasing yourself from Baji’s embrace in favor of grabbing your coat. After taking one last glance at your outfit, you both walked out of the door and made your way down to the car. It was going to be a long night.

The venue was nice, very meticulous and not at all what you were expecting. A few rectangular shaped tables were lined up against the windows, already adorned with gifts. A vibrant dance floor covered a vast section of the place. The dining side was decorated with round tables dressed in white tablecloths, and a mini bar. But the star of tonight’s show was unquestionably Chifuyu. You saw him often, considering he and Baji were roommates, but he rarely dressed up. His suit was a deep gray, almost black, shade. The tie that was wrapped around his neck neatly matched your (f/c) dress perfectly.

“‘Fuyu! Happy birthday!” You giggled in excitement. Both of his arms wrapped around your body, enveloping your figure in a tight hug. You were sure he was blushing. The embrace lasted a gawky amount of time, only to be broken by Baji clearing his throat. You gave Chifuyu a sincere smile and placed the cheesy birthday bag on one of the tables nearby. The three of you split up, you ventured off to find Hinata and Emma while they headed to converse with friends. It only took a few seconds before you spotted the girls at the bar. You leisurely headed their way, making sure to greet some friends you’d seen along the way. Hinata and Emma lifted their drinks in a welcoming manner as you situated yourself into the high barstool.

“Want a shot?” Emma yelled over the music. She signaled for the bartender before you could even respond.

Roughly seven drinks in and practically the entire crowd was out on the dance floor. The vibrations of the music and mix of alcohol coursed through your body. You kept making eye contact with Chifuyu, but with every drink it got a little less cloddish. When he finally had a moment of free time, he made his way over to you. You turned around upon feeling a hand on your waist, but you were relieved to find it was just Chifuyu.

“Hey birthday boy!” You slurred, placing a small peck on his flushed cheek. He blushed and muttered out a sheepish ‘hey.’ His tie was loosened a bit, his top button was undone, and you could see some sweat drenching areas of his shirt. Chifuyu looked around before meeting your eye,

“W-would you care to dance?” He stuttered.

You smiled and swung your arms around his neck. His hands rested comfortably on your waist. It was a slower song playing at this point, so it was more of a relaxed sway.

“You look really nice tonight.” His mouth slides up into a boyish smile that melts your heart.

“Thank you,” you hum in appreciation. Your right-hand slides over his chest while your left moves up to play with his hair. “You look as handsome as ever.”

Chifuyu squeals in elation, though it’s subtle.

“Tired?” You question. He doesn’t respond, instead just slides your body closer to his. The action leaves your brain buzzing.

“Hmm, don’t worry, we’ll be out of here soon.”

You unintentionally lied when you said soon. It was at least another few hours before the three of you were waving everyone off. You and Baji carried the bulk of Chifuyu’s things to the car before heading off to the apartment. Baji drove with you sitting in the passenger’s seat. His hand rested on your thigh, and Chifuyu watched the interaction between you two from the backseat.

“So…” you trailed off, wondering if it was okay to break the silence.

“Baji and I we-” he glances at you before training his eyes back on the road. “We’ve got one more thing for you tonight, yeah?”

Chifuyu nods skeptically, and the rest of the drive is completely silent. When you guys reach the apartment, you all silently agree to unpack everything tomorrow, and rush to the elevator. Your nerves were starting to act up again, and Chifuyu was unnaturally quiet. The elevator ‘dinged’ and Baji walked off first. You both followed. As soon as you all were in the apartment, Baji kissed you, forcefully pushing you up against the door. It was heated, vigorous, almost like you’d been teasing him all night. He pulled your left leg up around his waist before deepening the kiss. Neither of you pulled back until the need for air was too great. Chifuyu stood off in the back, shuffling from foot to foot.

“Chifuyu,” Baji dropped your leg and scuffled to your side. He beckoned his friend over.

“Do you want to kiss her?” Poor boy was absolutely speechless, so you pout and grab his hand.

“‘Fuyu please?’ you beg, “I want you to kiss me.”

Baji smirks when the stunned male looks over at him for permission, “Go on.”

Your lips were shiny, and slightly bruised from Baji’s roughness. Chifuyu wastes no time in leaning over, finally allowing his lips to make contact with yours. They’re extremely soft, and the kiss is filled with so much passion you’d think he’s practically in love with you. He is. You tug his tie off and throw it across the room. Softly, you bite down on his bottom lip and the sweetest grunt echoes through your ears. Your tongue slips in his mouth, and he pulls away quickly--a long string of saliva connecting you two.

“I-I don’t...I don’t understand.” He’s fumbling over his words, and you’ve never seen him so flustered.

“I’m gonna let you fuck my girlfriend,” Baji is blunt, too blunt. But he’s worked up and palming his erection through his pants.

“A-And she’s…(y/n) is...you’re okay with that?” He’s looking at you with so much hope and uncertainty in his eyes.

“Yes ‘Fuyu, of course I'm okay with it.” It's quiet for a beat before the birthday boy speaks up.

“Can I kiss you again?” he asks, sounding more confident.

You smile, and instead of giving a verbal response, you yank him down by the collar of his shirt, firmly planting his lips on yours. This kiss felt different from the passionate one you shared just previously. It was fervent, hungry. Chifuyu hesitantly shoves his tongue in your mouth, pulling both of your legs to encircle his waist. It's sloppy, but this is a one in a lifetime chance and you can feel just how excited he is from the way his crotch is pressed up against yours. When you pull back for air, his eyes are completely dazed, and his lips are swollen. He walks over to the couch in the living room and sits down leaving you to straddle his waist. Chifuyu bunches your dress up a little over your waist and sits still. You’re soaked and desperate for any type of stimulation.

“Look at her Chifuyu,” Baji sits down in the chair behind you. “You wanna get off, pretty girl? You know what to do.”

You slide over just a bit, putting all your focus on Chifuyu’s right thigh before you begin to roll your hips. Soft moans leave your lips, leaving him drunk off the sounds. Chifuyu places his hands on your thighs, pushing down and helping you with your motions. He leaves a few pecks on your lips before trailing gentle kisses down your neck.

“Chifuyu please.” You’re whining, yearning for something, anything.

His face is still buried in your neck, biting and sucking at the tender skin there. He’s bouncing his leg, and it’s sending such a pleasurable thrill through your core. You’re humping into his rhythm and it’s pushing you over the edge, just a bit more and-

“Stop,” Baji is serious, filling the atmosphere with such intensity, “She’s not allowed to cum yet.”

Everything stills, you’re gripping onto Chifuyu’s shoulders so hard. You huff, head turning around to steal a peek at Baji. His shirt is completely undone, pants and boxers pulled down to mid-thigh, and he’s ploddingly fisting his cock.

“Can I taste her?” Chifuyu is timid but very much aroused when he asks the question.

Your fingers press on his chest, guiding him to lay down on the couch. You take your underwear off, intending to slip the ruined garment in his pocket before he grabs your wrist. Maneuvering the crotch side to his nose, he inhales deeply, savoring your scent.

“So fucking good…” his voice cracks.

The sound of his resonant voice has you rubbing your thighs together, but it’s doing little to help ease the ache. The thin straps of your dress slip down your shoulder, you let the dress sink to the floor.

“Isn’t she just amazing? Go ahead princess, sit on his face, give him what he wants”

You blush and Chifuyu is palming himself through his pants while drinking in the sight of your bare body. Your right leg is squashed between his face and the cushions, and your left leg is in an awkward position hanging off the side of the couch. His arms hook over your thighs, urging you down, and you’re a little insecure about the weight but the fervor in his eyes makes you feel so much better. You’re slowly moving to sit on his face, and he cranes his neck to meet you halfway. His tongue lies flat against your lips, and he drags it up to circle your clit. He’s pulled you to a full seat on his face, and his mouth is spending time sucking and licking in all the right places. You set a slow, languid pace to move your hips in tandem with his ministrations. You play with your pert nipples, pinching and twisting while Chifuyu’s tongue dips in and out of your pussy. When you catch his eye, you could tell he’s gone, so lost in pleasuring you and hearing you moan for him. Your humps get more and more desirous as you approach your high. You tug on his hair, throwing your head back as your moans increase in volume. Chifuyu has your panties wrapped around his dick, bucking up into his hand at the same tempo of your hips.

“‘F-Fuyu please! Please let me cum, wanna cum for you.” You’re pleading, begging.

“Fuckin slut wants to cum yeah?” Baji's voice is strained, and you know he’s close too. “Cum then.”

And the cord snaps, you’re twitching, coating Chifuyu’s face in your slick. He's groaning but it’s muffled by your thighs. You’re out of breath, and it takes you a minute to realize the Baji had reached his high too. His clothing completely covered in cum. Your body is thrilled, you lean back and help Chifuyu sit up. He looks embarrassed by the amount of cum running down his chest and pooling around your panties, but you find it amusing that he came just from eating you out. Deep breaths fill the room as you guys recover from your orgasms.

Baji recovers quickly, you could tell that watching you sit on his best friend’s face unlocked something feral deep inside him. He gets up from his place on the lounge chair and stands directly in front of you. He’s thick, veiny, embellished with a flushed pink tip in need of attention. He scoops your hair up into a makeshift ponytail, you open your mouth expectantly.

“Such a good little slut, always ready to please me, always ready to suck me dry, ain’t that right princess?”

A sedated thrum rumbles through you at his words. You stick your tongue out and swirl it around his tip. He groans, enjoying the tease, but tugs on your hair to stop you.

“Stay real still for me princess.” He uses his free hand to pat your cheek.

Stepping closer to you, he smears the fluid from his tip onto your lips, and you obediently open your mouth. Baji slides his cock onto the dip of your wet vessel, and it’s heavy, but you love the feel of him. You peer up at him through your lashes, his head is thrown back, body relishing in the feel of your mouth. The pace he sets at first is agonizingly slow, he’s barely pulling out before slipping his cock all the way back into your mouth. His girth has you gagging a bit every time he bottoms out. The hand buried in your hair tightens right before he speeds up, firmly holding you in place. He’s thrusting at an awkward angle, body slanted forward a bit and right to his tippy toes when he’s hitting the back of your throat. His thrusts gain more power behind them, balls nearly hitting your chin with each motion. Breaths become more ragged as he gets closer to his high.

“Gonna cum baby,” he says. “Better swallow everything I give you.”

Your moan sends vibrations traveling up his cock. He’s holding your head in a vice grip before spilling his seed down your throat. You swallow it and stick your tongue out for show.

“Good girl,” he praises breathlessly.

You crawl over to Chifuyu, who’s sprawled out on the couch, lazily playing with himself. Pushing his hand out of the way, you replace it with yours, continuing the slothful pace he was working at. Baji gently nudges your body so that you’re lying on top of Chifuyu. He rubs on your ass, then lands a resounding smack on it, an involuntary yelp leaves your mouth. Your boyfriend spreads your cheeks, licking a long stripe from your pussy lips all the way to your asshole. Your hand tightens around Chifuyu’s cock, and his hands fly to your wrist. Baji sucks on two fingers before slowly inserting them into your asshole.

“K-Keisuke, fuck.”

His fingers are stocky and fill up your puckered hole snuggly. He wiggles them, scissoring them in and out. You kiss Chifuyu, moaning into his mouth while Baji continues to add more fingers to your ass.

“Almost ready babe, think you can take it?”

“Y-Yes,” your voice shakes.

He stands up, shedding his remaining clothing. You sit back on your knees to allow Chifuyu to do the same. Chifuyu lays back down onto the couch and waits expectantly. You straddle his waist pussy hovering directly over his crotch, and when you sink down onto him, he nearly explodes from the feeling of your gummy walls

“Fuck.” It’s a long, drawn-out moan. “Feels so good,” he slurs.

Baji gives you a minute to get comfortable before you feel his tip nudging your other hole.

“Relax for me babe,” he says before pushing his cock into your tight hole. You’re drooling, full to the brim with your two favorite boys. As he’s bottoming out, your body starts shaking, and twitching violently.

“Ah~ cumming! I'm cumming!” Your eyes are tightly shut, and you rut against Chifuyu to ride out your high. They’re both still as your struggle to catch your breath. Baji is the first to move, humping into you, moving you along Chifuyu’s dick too. Chifuyu whines, lifting his hips up into the motions. They set a nice rhythm that leaves you squeezing Chifuyu’s arms.

“I-It’s too much,” your words are jumbled together, “G-Gonna- ‘m gonna cum again.”

Baji’s hand comes up to clutch your neck. He applies pressure, and you just about lose it when you feel Chifuyu’s fingers play with your clit.

“So pretty…you’re so pretty,” Chifuyu is spouting endless praises as he watches you come undone on both of them.

“Like that baby? Like getting fucked by two cocks at the same time?” You whine, and he slaps your ass again. Chifuyu chokes on his spit when you clench around him from the impact, “Fuckin whore.”

You’re close and they can both feel it.

“Cum for us baby, know you can do it, you’re such a good girl.”

Chifuyu leans up to kiss you, and you scream into his mouth, liquid making a mess on Chifuyu’s chest.

“Fuck,” he follows right after you, spilling his seed into your fucked out pussy.

After a few more thrusts, Baji pulls out of your ass, pimping himself a few more times before shooting his load on your backside. You feel Chifuyu soften as you lift yourself off of him and lay down on his chest. Baji disappears for a second, coming back with a towel. He wipes his cum from your backside and your pussy before rolling you over so he can clean up the mess between you and Chifuyu.

Chifuyu picks you up and walks into Baji’s room where he lays you down. He situates himself behind you, hugging your waist and pulling you into him. Baji follows a few minutes later, facing you with a smile on his face.

“How are you feeling?”

“I feel great.” Baji kisses your forehead, and you start to drift off to sleep. “Happy birthday ‘Fuyu.”

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[windhamsrotunda]

Don't Tell 'Em - S.R. | R.R

Pairings: Seth Rollins x Female! Reader x Roman Reigns

Summary: *Inspired by the song ''Don't Tell 'Em'' by Jeremih* You're at a house party with your husband, Seth Rollins and his best friend, Roman Reigns.

Warnings: Language, Partying, Sexual Tension (not very heavy smut because I HAVE NO IDEA how to write threesome smut), visuals?.

*gif and picture creds go to the original owner(s).

18+ Readers Under The Cut

The lights in the room were a bright red, almost like a crimson red as your eyes were wandering around the room. You and your husband Seth Rollins brought a friend along, also known as his best friend Roman Reigns to a party.

You were wearing this burgundy red short dress, along with an elegant red glitter eyeshadow to match:

''Little lost, Y/N?'' Seth teased, his nose poking into the living room when he went back in the kitchen to gather some drinks.

''Lost? Nah,'' You replied quickly from being embarrassed too soon. Roman's chuckles erupted, he was sitting on the couch on his phone. You shook your humiliation off, you leaned up against a solid white wall, your eyes skimmed through the fic you were reading.

''Seth's eyes narrowed down to your naked body, he slips off his pants and boxers, his large veiny length popping out in front of you for you to drool over.''

Not paying close attention, Seth was standing right behind your shoulder with drinks cupped into his hands.

''Can I see what you're reading, honey?''

''No!'' You jumped, your face flushed a bright red, pushing the phone back deep down into your pocket. He sat the drinks down and fought with you over the phone, wrestling the device as Roman was laughing.

''Give me the phone, Y/N!'' He exclaimed, tackling you to the ground until you have surrendered the phone.

''Fine!'' you gave in, handing the phone to your husband. He stood back with your phone in his hands, making these ''ooo'' sounds that were quite distinguished.

''OOOH, ROMAN COME HERE!'' He shouted, a groan came from Roman, hoisting himself off the couch and approached Seth.

''Yes?''

''Look what Y/N was reading,'' He showed Roman, to only earn a hysterical laugh from Reigns.

''Really, Y/N? That horny over your husband, huh?'' Roman joked, with his hands placed behind his back.

You rolled your eyes, you pouted with your arms hugged against your chest.

''Can I have my phone back?'' You said in irritation, Seth pressed a finger to your lips.

''No need to be so tensed up, Y/N. You can let it all out,'' He suggested, eyes locked onto your's.

''As long as you be a good girl about it, then we'll talk.''

''I promise to be a good girl,'' You pleaded, with Roman in the room, Seth had the audacity to say that in front of him. His own best friend we are talking.

''Now, why were you reading such dirty stories about me, hmm? Can you explain?'' He cooed, your body gotten tense, you felt your heart pound in and out of your chest rapidly.

''I.... maybe Roman was right, I'm horny.'' You blurted out without shame, the two men looked at you in shocking expressions.

''Mhh,'' Seth hummed, t'sking as he approached you, wrapping an arm around you.

''Think we have her horned out just by her looking at us, huh Roman?'' A hand touched the back of your bare shoulder, the alcohol smell on his breath could be smelt a mile away, the heavy breathing escalated through the music being played in the background.

''But on these conditions, you'd have to beg for it first,'' Your husband whispered, stepping back for a chance for you to get your head on straight. You mewled, your heat pressed between your legs, you didn't know what to think or how to properly function at the moment because you were so focused in on Seth and Roman.

Perhaps it was wrong liking both men, but shit you wished you had two husbands who took care of you for the hell of it.

''I need it, I nee-need you.'' You breathlessly mouthed, your mouth watering while Seth and Roman looked at each other.

''That doesn't help us, we need to know more on how to assist your needs,'' He smirked.

That asshole. You mentally thought.

''I want you two to worship me like you've never did so before, I- I need your touch,'' You cried out, tears pouring out of the creases of your eye colored eyes in such frustration. You were absolutely done with everything. The only thing that'll calm you down and put your brain back into your head is for them to start touching you.

''Worship? how?''

''Just fucking worship my body, worship the ground I walk on. T-that's all I ask!'' You stammered, your voice beginning to crack.

Seth approached you, he places hands onto your cheeks and you were nose to nose with him.

''Just think of this, Y/N, If Roman wasn't here right now, I'd fuck you right on that table so hard you'd be face down and ass up on all fours for me,'' He whispered, his sly smirk pulled against your lips.

''P-please, I need you---''

Lips suddenly crashed onto yours, he hungrily kissed you while Roman watched from a near distance, a moan escaped from you as Seth's fingers were hooked onto the material of your red dress. You practically begged for him to fuck you on the spot, but he had other plans other than just doing that. His lips attached to your earlobe, nibbling on the flesh while you were in a daze. Holy hell, you were making these mewling noises knowing Roman was watching on, but you didn't care.

Seth's fingers continued to graze over the material of your dress teasing and toying with your breasts.

''A-ah, fuck!'' You whimpered, the tone of your voice collapsing, your vision

He pulled away, leaving you in a wet mess, he let out this pathetic chuckle.

''Silly girl, you know we can't do this right now,'' He teased once more

''I just love getting you all riled up.''

Your heels clicked against the floorboards, you gave Seth a pouty looking expression. You were going to pay him back when he's least expecting it. Seth gave you this look:

"Truth hurt, Y/N?" He asked, not amused at all by your childish state of mind. Seth had a bit of a short temper, that didn't mean he wasn't highly pissed off, but he was getting a litle annoyed by your shenanigans.

"For fucks sake, Seth. You teased me and I thought you weren't fucking around, you wouldn't care if Roman watched us have sex -- shit he is your best friend for all I care---"

"Enough!" He boomed, making both you and Roman jump.

"Damn, I can't believe you two right now. Let's calm our asses down and continue on with the party, alright? Not argue and bicker who's going to have sex with who tonight," Roman chimed in, rolling his eyes.

"Alright." You and Seth said.

"That little dress of your's is coming off of you tonight after he leaves." He whispered softly, chuckling deeply.

A/N: this was not proof written, (omg this is so bad?? But likes, comments, or reblogs are appreciated 💖)

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[deru-shigaraki]

Yandere Leviathan (obey me one shot)~Smut warning

You weren't happy with the arrangement. It was ridiculous that your mother was moving in with her new boyfriend so soon. Not that you didn't believe that she was happy. You've never seen your mom act this way. She was like a dizzy teenager, so love struck. Their honeymoon phase was striking hard and it cute yet somewhat disturbing. You hadn't minded them spending all of their time together. It gave you the opportunity to indulge in a new found freedom. Your mother used to be fixated on your social life, making it hard for you to do your own thing. However that beautiful privilege was going to be taken from you. It was cold the evening you had finally gotten settled in. You weren't the type to complain. You were a go with the flow type of girl. However going from your usual carefree lifestyle to having to share a room with someone was the icing on the top of a fucked up cake. Leviathan was the son of a friend of your mothers boyfriend. He had been staying with him for a few years due to family drama. When you ended up coming to stay as well, there were no other rooms, meaning that the two of you, practically strangers, had to share a living space. You had met Leviathan multiple times before, but it could hardly be considered meeting, given the fact that he hadn't made any effort into speaking to you. Even now as you made busy organizing your side of the room, he only glanced. You realized really quick that he rarely took his eyes off his game, but when he did, his glaze was fixed on you. It was creepy to say the least. You didn't like him already, and him acting creepy wasn't helping you adjust at all. Levi did his schooling online, meaning that when you left for classes during the day, he stayed behind. It hadn't crossed your mind that something weird could happen until you started noticing that a few of your things had gone missing. Articles of clothing mostly. You doubted he was stealing your clothes to wear them so you had dismissed it as being your imagination but even so, it placed a heavy bit of doubt in you. Coming home from school was always awkward. Both of the adults worked late and then would stay out together even later, meaning that it was just the two of you for hours until you went to bed. Today was no different. You sat in your bed, reading a book. Levi was on the floor in front of his tv, playing video games peacefully until the my hero academia theme song sounded off on his phone. You chuckled at his cute ringtone. He blushed lightly, glaring at you as he answered. "That mom and dad?" You asked and he shook his head standing up. "Girlfriend." He muttered before leaving the room for more privacy. You didn't think anything of it. You knew that he had a long distance relationship with some chick on the internet. That was it. He wasn't much of a talker in the first place so opening up about his love life wasn't something you had expected. Much like the sob that interrupted your chapter. You looked up from your paper back and stare in the direction of the slightly cracked door. Out in the hall you could hear Leviathan's voice. You were surprised, never hearing him get so loud. His tone was distressed, whatever she was telling him must not have been good. You didn't want to eavesdrop but a part of you was way too interested in what was going down. You put a piece of scrap paper into your book and set it down before sliding off of your bed silently. You didn't want to alert him. It would just be a little listen and then you'd hurry back to your bed before he even knew it. Though you wish you hadn't had that idea. You couldn't quite make out with what his girlfriend was saying but after hearing Leviathan response with: "Why? What have I done? Please don't do this! Think about it, you love me, and I love you." Listening was one thing you could have scolded yourself on, but you ignored even that and took a peak out the cracked door. Leviathan was pacing back and fourth, his body trembling in what you guessed as anger or maybe intense sadness. As soon as the call was over, he dropped his phone before balling his hand into a fist, striking the wall with an aggressive punch. You gasped as he repeated the action, again and again. As soon as he started to use both of his hands, you decided enough was enough. You rushed out into the hall way and grabbed his shoulder. He pushed you back. "Stay away from me brat!" He shouted and you paused. Your eyes were wide, staring at his bruising knuckles. You glanced back and forth from his hands to his eyes, feeling like you were about to cry with him. Leviathan sighed, closing his eyes and tucking his hands in his hoodie pockets. He muttered an apology before pushing past you, entering the room. You followed him, not trying to get in his face but you wanted to help, or at least wanted to know the drama. Leviathan was laying down on his bed, body sprawled out on his back. He was obviously suffering over what had happened. You weren't exactly sure what you were going to do about it. You sat yourself next to him. He glared at you before reaching up to cover his face with his hands. He tried to hide his wet eyes and red face but you could clearly see the way he was trembling. You didn't want him to be upset. It was going to be a few hours before you were going to bed and you didn't want to have to sit an awkwardness. You scooted closer to him before laying down next to your roommate. You waited a moment before speaking. "Sooo, do you wanna talk about it?" You asked and her growled before turning over onto his side, facing away from you. He gave a few angry sniffles before letting his guard drop just a small bit. "My girlfriend broke up with me..." You gave a little nod to yourself. "Yep...Do you-" "She said I was too clingy! How!?" Levi rolled over, startling you as he continued. "How could I be controlling her from across the ocean?! How big does she think My bank account is that she's accusing me of hacking her phone!?" You attempted to throw in your two sense, however he wasn't giving you the chance, continuing to get worked up, his body was leaning into your personal space more and more. "It's not hacking if I correctly guess a password to something!" You quirked an eyebrow, slightly amused by his tantrum. Leviathan then started getting a little too close, his leg swinging over your body. "If I was hacking her, she would have never even known!" He added, now straddling your hips. For you that was crossing the line and you had reached up to push him off before he caught your hands in his. "I would have done anything for her! I deleted her friends to protect her, I leveled up by body!" He growled the last part, lifting up his shirt, surprising you with actual abs underneath his layers of clothes. He forced your hand up against him and your face flushed with confusion as well as embarrassment. "This was going to be hers." He tipped his head back in thought, closing his eyes and moaning softly. His fingers were firm, holding your hand securely against his body. You were starting to shake, not sure how to react to this. Your mouth twitched, wondering what to say. He was getting a bit lost in his own mind. His hips were relaxing into you, making you feel even more uncomfortable. You had to stop this, it felt out of place, wrong even. You cleared your throat and pulled your hand away from him. As this he responded with a look of realization. He looked down at you for a moment before sighing deeply and dropping his hoodie. "I'm sorry...." He dropped his upper body down, his arms holding him up as he stared down into your face. You nibbled at your bottom lip. "It's fine, Just try and take your mind off of it, how about we play your games or something?" You suggested and his cheeks brightened up. "You'd play with me?" His voice cracked slightly, but you pretended not to hear it. He sat up, rushing to get controllers for the two of you. It was possibly the oddest night of your life. Levi was attached to your hip, leaning up against you while you both played on the tv. It wasn't that bad, you figured he just needed a friend to get his mind off of the breakup. It wasn't that much of a hassle to look after him. It only started getting really weird when it was getting later into the night. You were feeling a bit sleepy and he noticed. "Bed?" He asked and you nodded, standing up, and grabbing a set of clothes to change into. You went to the bathroom, slipping on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Coming back you caught a glimpse of Levi stripping. You scolded yourself for peaking. It was so wrong to spy on him. You just couldn't believe that he was that fit. You never seen him exercise, where did that body come from. You waited for him to put on something more than a tee shirt and boxers. After a minute or so of him just waiting there, you realized that he wasn't planning on putting on pants. You were confused as to what he was up to. He always slept with a hoodie and sweatpants. This was the least amount go clothes you've ever seen him in. Not only that but he was also fixing his hair. It was incredibly strange but that didn't stop you from walking in to your room. You tried to act like you didn't notice his eyes staring at you as you crawled into your bed. He stood there, in the middle of your room, rubbing at his wrist nervously. You laid there on top of your covers waiting. "Um...You can turn off the lights, I'm just gonna crash-" "Could we talk some more?...I mean if you wanna sleep that's fine, But I'd like to vent a bit more." Your eye twitched, out of exaughstion and of slight concern as to where this was going to go. You decided not to be rude and said sure. Much to your surprise he slapped the lights off and threw himself into your bed, his body scooting in close to you. His face was blushing as hard as yours was. "Wouldn't you be more comfy on your own bed? Mine is kinda small." You suggested but he didn't make a move to get up. He only scooted towards you, pressing his legs against yours. You closed your eyes, tight at first, just embarrassed by him acting weird towards you. However after awhile you found yourself leaning into his hand as he stroked you hair, opening your legs so that he could tangle his with yours. You were far too sleepy to put up much of a fight as he wrapped himself around you, hugging you in your sleep. It was warm, so warm and so comfy. Your head against his chest, his heart beat steady and soothing. You passed out soon after he started to hum to you. In the morning you woke up alone. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, for a split second wondering if maybe you had dreamt up that whole thing. You carried on with your morning runtime. Gettin ready for school, putting on makeup, getting dressed, doing your hair. It seemed like a normal morning, until you walked down the stairs. The smell hit you instantly. The sweet aroma of syrup and the yummy scent of waffles greeted you as you entered the kitchen. You were completely shocked seeing Levi standing there. He had his back turned to you, unloading waffles from the maker. He was listening to a soft anime soundtrack playlist as he cooked. He was wearing the boxers he had slept in, but now he had on a shirt. When he finally turned, you realized that he also had on an apron as well. It was a purple one, a shade lighter than his hair. He had a plate of waffles in one hand and a bowl of fruit in the other. "MC! You're up! Good, I just finished breakfast." He set the food down, offering you syrup and a glass of juice. You sat down, a little concerned with his rapid change of pace. He was never up this early, you had stepped over his sleeping body a dozen times before in the morning, yet here he was. For no reason that you could see other than that he wanted to feed you. You watched as he made you a plate. He took his time in placing fruits in certain spots in your waffles, covering them with syrup. He then set the plate in front of you, taking the seat beside you. You reached for your fork, noticing how Levi was staring at you. Trying not to let it bother you, you just started to eating. After a few moments of stuffing your face and looking at your phone you looked up, Levi coughing you off guard. He leaned into you, closing his eyes as he licked the side of your mouth. You panicked, pushing him back and getting off of your chair to avoid him. Levi also stood and rushed towards you. "MC, What's wrong?!" He looked concerned, trying to get close to you, but you refused to let him in your space. You circled the kitchen's counter. "N-no, stay back." You told him and Levi gave a hurt expression, his hands holding his chest as if you had stabbed him in the chest. "You're...mad at me?" His voice was quivering, almost making you feel sorry, but you couldn't. "You licked me." You hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. Levi frowned. "I was just..." He brought his hand up to his forehead, rubbing it angrily. As he continued to speak, you noticed how his voice was getting lower, almost more threatening. He cleared his throat, eyes closed tight as if he was trying to hold back a ton of aggression, and yet you could hear the frustration in his voice. "I'm sorry..." He spit out, taking a breath, finally looking up at you with glossy eyes. He slowly started to inch closer towards you. "You just looked so, cute...I couldn't help it." He mumbled and you shook your head. "N-no, Levi, come on. You're being really weird, I'm just gonna go to school ok-" "No! You can't." He rushed towards you. You weren't fast enough to escape, his hands gripping your wrist, as he used his body to force you up against the wall. You yelped, hitting your head, not too hard but you cringed, making him curse. "Fuck! Are you alright?! I'm not trying to scare you, I just need you to understand." He panicked and you shut your eyes. "L-levi, You're just upset over your ex. I know that you're messed up right now, but you can't take out your feelings on me, you need some help, maybe you should talk to mom or someone-" "NO! Don't tell anyone, please, I only trust you. If you tell mom and dad, they are going to split the family up, they'd be so disappointed...You'll ruin the family." He threatened and you stared at him shocked. You struggled against him, Levi growling. "Stay home from school today, let's just stay in bed, cuddle like we did last night." he cooed, his hips now pressing into the lower half of your body. You started to tremble in fear, "Stop it Levi!" Your cries for mercy didn't do a damn thing, he just continued to grind himself against you. His face held a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. He was ashamed of what he was doing, a bright blush on his cheeks and apology in his eyes, but his growing erection was proof that it didn't matter to him, his body was reacting positively to you being defenseless against him. "MC, stay home with me~Please stay, please be with me." he begged and you just shook your head. "Leviathan, I-" He cut you off with a kiss. It was passionate and messy, his mouth forcing it's way inside of yours. You were panicking, the only way you knew how to stop it was by biting down on his tongue. You flinched as he drew back, stepping away from you as he spit out blood. "You....You hurt me..." He mumbled under his breath. You stood there, watching in fear as he thought out the situation. "You're such a bitch...I've worked so hard to be here with you...And you've ruined it." He glared at the table where your plate was still sitting along with the other breakfast supplies. "I had it so perfectly planned." He sounded heartbroken, his voice cracking slightly. He then turned back to you. "You're not even sorry...You ruined our breakfast together, and then you bit me!" he shouted, scaring you into backing away. He stalked towards you. " I didn't want it to be this way, I was so excited...there's only one thing that I'll except as an apology." He said darkly and you bolted. It was no use fighting him. As soon as he caught up to you, it was over. Levi was so much more stronger than you, and quick too. He's whole demeanor changed, his sweet persona new replaced with a cruel alter ego. He was treating you like a naughty pet, which was even stranger before in order for you to earn his forgiveness, he had wanted you to dress up for him, so that he could take pictures. You were terrified of the older boy in front of you. He was humming happily as he did your hair, putting it up in pigtails, adding on some cat ear clips to finish off the look. You looked up at him with a pleading expression, but at this point, he was in his own reality, not registering the situation at all. That's what made him unpredictable. "So cute!" He beamed, offering you his hands so he could pick you up off the floor. You glanced over to the mirror on the wall, gasping as you seen yourself. Levi had fully dressed you. You had a two piece on, a black and white maids top and a matching shirt, thigh highs going up your legs. You also noticed the tail that was pinned you your shirt. Levi was putting in some final touches. He crouched down in front of you, making sure your thigh highs were up all the way. He looked up at you with almost a loving expression. He then wrapped his arms around you legs, hugging you, his face burying into your thighs. You blushed as he held you. "I'm so glad it fits, I bought it a month ago, I figured you were a medium but by the way your curves are popping out, mm you might be a large~" He mumbled still snuggling you. You caught his words. "A month ago...You bought this for me?" You asked and Levi nodded. "Of course, I thought-...ha..." He stood, up his face red, caught in a lie. You frowned at him. "A month ago, you were still with your girlfriend...What do you mean you bought this for me?" You asked, your hands crossing over your chest. Levi scratched the back of his head nervously. "I had to make you comfortable with me...I knew that it was going to be hard, you moving in with a boy. I thought if I had a girlfriend, you might warm up to me faster, knowing that I wasn't going to do anything..." You stepped back, shocked. "I heard her on the phone, this whole time? You mean you faked it this whole time? I don't understand, why would you-" "Please don't be upset with me! I did it for you, I wanted you to relax before we got closer." he explained and you shook your head. "Levi, you're insane." You mumbled and he grabbed your shoulders. "MC. I'm in love with you. Ever since I seen your pictures, I knew I liked you, and getting to spend all this time, so close to you...It's not enough, I need you. I need you to accept me." he begged and you just shook your head. "This is crazy, you lied this whole time, to what? Make me your girlfriend?" He looked ashamed as you shook your head. "I don't like you that way...I have other boys I'm talking you-" "No." He growled. "I won't let you, I worked too hard." He wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you into him. You closed your eyes as he kissed your forehead. "Promise me, that you're mine...." He hugged you tightly. You shook your head. "No, Levi." You whispered and he started to laugh. You pushed away from his as soon as his hands released you, scared that his personality had switched. You yelped as he grabbed your wrist. He sat himself down in the chair in front of the mirror, pulling you onto his lap, without much effort. He had one arm wrapped around you, keeping your arms at your sides. You of course struggled but it was no use. He sighed, his other hand lifting up your skirt so the two of you could see the reflection of your panties in the mirror. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see yourself so venerable, so paralyzed in fear. He moaned, you yelping as his dick started to harden underneath you. "I refuse to let all of my hard work go down the drain. I won't let you get taken away from me by some fucking piece of garbage. Only one person deserves you and that's me." he growled in your ear. You were shaking, terrified as his free hand slipped underneath the skirt, his fingers dancing along the fabric of your panties. He felt the lips of your pussy through them, a wetness beginning to form. You hated yourself for getting turned on by his hands. His chin rested on your shoulder, kissing the side of your face as he watched himself in the mirror. "Lift your hips up for me~" He whispered into your ear. You were hesitant, but didn't have a choice, lifting yourself up, Levi making quick work of taking himself out of his pants, his dick free, now placed between your legs. Your pussy flooded at the feeling of his thick cock rubbing against the insides of your thighs. He pulled it up closer, urging you to close you legs around him. He then used his hips to push up into you, fucking your thighs, his mouth letting out little grunts as he fucked up into them. You felt so dirty, his precut dripping down the tip of his dick and leaking down onto your thighs. The slickness traveled down in between your legs, offering his cock more lube to go faster. He buried his face into your shoulder, groaning desperately. "Oh my god, you're so soft~Squeeze your legs tighter together." He ordered and you did as you were told, just hoping it would be done quicker. Your pussy was burning at the friction of his dick. You bit your lip, trying to hold in your own moans, you didn't want him to know that there was a portion of you that was really enjoying this, the way he felt, how big he was. You peaked at yourself in the mirror, seeing how much of a mess you were. Levi's eyes were closed, head tipping back as he moved his hips faster. "Fuck! I'm so close." He paused his movements, grabbing your thighs, and forcefully opening them, his hand grabbing your panties and pulling them aside. You started to panic! "Levi no! Not there! Please not there!" You begged, but he kept you held still, as his cock forced itself inside of you. You screamed feeling him bottom out, his dick twitching inside of you, your body not excepting the lack of movement, You needed him to move. You couldn't take it, you shamefully began to wiggle your hips, Levi's arm releasing you, your hands pressing against the mirror in front of you, your hips lifting and dropping onto his cock feverishly. You couldn't stop yourself, you didn't know what you were doing but the pleasure drove your movements. Levi was just as surprised, his face twisted in intense heat. He grunted as he thrusted up into you, meeting your pace. You were a moaning mess, screaming for him like a slut. You were so caught up in the feeling, that you hadn't noticed him pulling out his phone, taking pictures and short videos. When he felt himself again get close, he threw his phone down, giving your ass a hard slap before grabbing your hips, forcefully holding you down onto his cock as his orgasm gushed into you. You struggled against him, your body shaking, tears falling from your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror, completely embarrassed. Levi leaned back in the chair, his head tipped back, his cock still giving your spurts of lust, his cum starting to overflow your pussy, leaking down your legs. You looked over your shoulder at him with exhausted eyes. He smiled at you, giving a light pat to your thigh, "Up baby." he ordered, his voice soft as you struggled to stand. His dick made an obscene sound as you stood up. He tucked it back into his boxers. You whined as he lifted you up, carrying you to his bed. You clasped into the sheets, grabbing one of his pillows instinctively. You hugged it close to your chest, too sore to move. You felt so messy, so slutty. Levi on the other hand was acting as if nothing was happening, turning on his game, sitting on the bed next to you. You whined, getting his attention. He looked back at you, his hand resting on your head, petting your hair, taking out the cat ear clips. "You can get undressed if you'd like. I'm done for now." He explained. You used the last bit of your energy to strip from the outfit he had put you in. Levi looked back at you and smiled. "Sore?" He asked and you nodded. "You'll get use to it. I won't go so hard next time." he explained, making your stomach do flips. He was going to do this again...you really did belong to him. 

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[callme-barnes]

A Lesson in the Art of Seduction

*GIF does not belong to me!*

Summary: You love the way Bucky sounds when you’re making him fall apart. So after a night out, you decide to put a little plan into action to fulfill one of your fantasies. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,310

Warnings: SMUT (possibly poorly written), oral sex (m! receiving), IF YOU ARE A MINOR PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT! 18+ only!

A/N: Again, 18+ only! Minors DNI! Please do not repost my work anywhere! I wrote it for Tumblr so it should stay on Tumblr. Idk what the title is that’s the hardest part of this writing stuff! This is my first time ever writing smut of any kind. I’m surprised I was able to get it out on screen but I’ve had this idea on my mind all day so I guess that’s why I was able to finish it. Again, I’m not thinking much about posting this so I won’t back out so all mistakes are mine! Enjoy!

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If there was one thing about James Buchanan Barnes, just one thing, that you could enjoy every single day for the rest of your life was the way he sounded. The way he grunted after lifting something heavy. His gasping for air when he came back to the apartment from a run. The moans and groans in protest when you needed to get out of bed in the morning for work but he wasn’t quite ready to let you go just yet.

And then there was the not so PG version of those delightful sounds.

The grunting when he seated himself inside of you after a short dry spell when he went on a mission. The gasps you pulled out of him when you were riding him like you might never be able to again. The moans and groans he presented to you when he was fucking you into the mattress. Him fucking you was something you wanted until the day you would die to be honest. The power you felt you held, to be the reason the ex Winter Soldier was falling apart at the seams, was the best thing to have in your true opinion. It's a power you liked to take full advantage of, as well as test out every now and again.

Which brought you to this very moment in time. You were hardly the type to be jealous. It was a promise you made to yourself after a young life full of jealousy in partners. The feeling you had within you right now was not one of jealousy exactly, but more playful curiosity. You were both returning from a public Avengers event, a little earlier in the night than expected but the feeling you were feeling just couldn’t wait. It bubbled to the surface when you watched an investor get a little too close to Bucky. It seemed like the more their conversation went on, the closer she got and the more hands on she decided to get.

When you made your way over to them to join their conversation, the woman pulled out her card, handed it to Bucky and walked away, probably wanting to keep that mystery working for her. You remember the move well, it was what you used on Bucky when you first met him. You smirked to yourself when you approached him, him reiterating what the woman spoke to him about and you nodded in acknowledgment, your eyes peering up at him through your lashes, sending him a knowing look. A knowing that only you knew what was going to happen tonight, and he had no idea what was going to be coming to him.

Bucky had walked up to your apartment building and unlocked the door before stepping in and removing the jacket he had on, you following close behind him.

“Who would’ve thought these functions would start to become a monthly occurrence”

You laughed as you set your bag down on the counter and slipped off your heels, “Yeah well you are a part of the team. The rich people gotta know who their investing in after all”

Bucky reached out to you and hugged you to his chest, the gesture making you even more ready to show him exactly what you were all about. Just before he reached down to press a kiss to your neck his pocket began to vibrate. He let out a small groan, one of those cute little frustrated groans that you loved hearing from him so much. He reached in and pulled out his phone and answered, his face lightly exasperated. You heard a woman on the other side and you smirked a bit to yourself, realizing it was the woman from the party.

The plan you had to begin the night was in rotation, thanks to not only your scheming, but Natasha’s willingness to help you. Before you left you asked for the assistance from the super spy to get the woman from the party to give Bucky a call. You left Bucky’s side, his lips turning down into a frown as he began to hold a conversation, although it was very clear to you he would rather start doing something else.

You made your way to the room, slipping off your jewelry and letting Bucky drop his guard a bit. He had to be completely oblivious in order for you to get the reactions you wanted to get from him, and you were more determined than ever to get him to be vocal tonight. You knew he wouldn’t look at any other woman the way he looked at you, but tonight you wanted to just show him exactly why that was. You wanted him to fall apart, and you wanted to be the reason he did.

After about 5 minutes, you walked out to the living space seeing Bucky had unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and was sipping on a beer, sitting down on the couch as he continued his conversation. He looked up, giving you an apologetic look since he wasn’t supposed to be exactly working right now. You smirked a bit to yourself as you sent him back a reassuring smile before you pushed yourself away from the doorframe you were leaning against.

You maintained eye contact with him as you swayed your hips and made your way over to the couch. Bucky’s eyes watched you very closely, the way your hips moved and the way your legs looked in the dress you were wearing made his body react and you knew that. You made your way behind him, the sofa back separating you from him as you reached your hands to his shoulders. You began to massage his shoulders a bit, your fingers kneading into the thick muscle that was present there. Bucky let out a soft sigh in response, leaning back and enjoying the actions you were making. You leaned over to kiss the side of his neck as your hands slipped down from his shoulders to his chest, your lips now traveling up to his ear.

“Pay attention to your phone call Bucky, let’s not be rude”

The tip of Bucky’s tongue flicked out against his bottom lip as you made your way to stand in front of him, his eyes roaming down against you once again. You smiled at him before you ran your hands down the front of your body, making your way down to your knees in between his parted legs. Bucky made to sit up before you moved to press him back against the sofa again.

“I’m sorry can you hold for a second…”

You raised an eyebrow at him as he pulled the phone away from his ear, “What do you think you’re doing pretty girl?”

Your hand trailed down his chest, to his abdomen and continued its way down until you reached the tent that was fully formed in his dress pants, the hitch in his voice like music to your ego.

“Just being productive while you're preoccupied. Shouldn’t keep her waiting, finish your phone call James”

Bucky muttered a quick ‘fuck’ under his breath before he pulled the phone back to his ear, “I’m really sorry about that what were you saying?”

You maintained eye contact with him as you popped open the button to his pants and unzipped him, your other hand resting on the thickness of his thighs before making its way to release him from the confines of his briefs. His thick cock sprang free, slapping him lightly on his lower abdomen as your eyes moved from his face to the entire reason you were down on your knees. You sent him a smile, taking him in your hand and bringing him to your lips, the way his abs tightened making you more than excited to continue.

Bucky’s free hand reached down to caress your cheek and made its way up into your hair in anticipation. Your tongue reached out and began to lick at his dick slowly, taking your time to really map out where it was that made him shiver and clench up. You gave him that sultry look between your lashes and you could’ve sworn you saw his soul leave his body as you leaned up and took him into your mouth. You took your time, working on the tip of his dick before you felt you had him on edge enough to take him further into your mouth towards the back of your throat.

“Oh fuck...shit”

Bucky’s hand tightened into your hair, not quite pushing you down just yet but just holding onto you to keep him grounded in a way, “Sorry I was...I dropped something”

You internally laughed as you bobbed your head up and down his length, your hand fisting and pumping at the rest of what you weren’t quite ready to bless him with yet.

“No I don’t….I don’t think that would be a problem”

Bucky sounded breathless as he spoke, the way he was trying to maintain control was cute to you, but you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him. You wanted him breathless, and you wanted to be the reason why. You kept your pace, jerking him off and sucking him as he continued his conversation. When you felt he had gotten too comfortable controlling himself you removed your hand and pushed your head down to take in the rest of him down your throat, gagging around him in response. Bucky quickly jerked up in surprise, causing his hand to hold onto your hair tighter and pressed you down in the process.

“Shit! Holy fuck”

His hand reached to the back of your head as you sped up your head bobbing, now taking it upon himself to push you down against him and letting his hips meet you halfway into your mouth. You looked up at him again to gauge his face and holy fuck you were sure you were going to cum with how he was looking. His eyes were closed, his lips parted and in that tiny grin that you loved seeing on him because it meant he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Bucky twitched in your mouth, the beginnings of his orgasm coming when you suddenly slowed down your movements, wanting to keep him on the edge for as long as you possibly could.

“No I just...fuck I’m going to have to call you later. I’m sorry”

Bucky quickly hung up and through his phone behind him, his other hand reached over to join his grip on your head, causing you to let out a moan in response.

“Shit you’re such a bad girl baby. You like me watching me struggle to stay together don't you? That shit turn you on?”

You let out a hum in approval at his words as you sped up once again, spit dribbling from the corners of your mouth and your gagging getting less prominent the more you took his dick down your throat.

“Shit sweetheart, I’m gonna fucking cum. Want me to cum down your throat? You want this don’t you?”

Bucky grabbed onto your hair and pulled you completely off of him, making you gasp and look up at him as he leaned over and pulled you to meet him halfway, meeting you to kiss you roughly. It was all tongue and teeth, your hands rested on his thighs and your core pulsing in anticipation.

“Tell me. Tell me you want it”

He pushed you back down to your position as he took himself in his hand and pumped himself in front of you, making you whine with how hot he sounded to you right now.

“Fuck I want it. Give it to me Bucky please. Please I want it so bad”

Bucky smirked as he stopped pumping himself and pushed you close to him, you taking the hint and taking him completely down your throat once again, “Then take it baby. Fucking take it. Oh shit yes just like that Y/N”

You let out a moan, swearing that if it weren’t for Bucky’s hand in your hair you would think this was all just a dream. Bucky allowed himself to moan, a string of ‘oh shit’ and ‘fuck’ coming out of his mouth. Soon it turned into just your name, over and over again, causing you to grind down to receive some sort of friction, any type of friction. You felt Bucky pulse and tighten in your mouth before he released, the sound of his moans and gasps making you grind down a bit harder. His hand tightened in your hair as you continued sucking him off until he was spent, and even a little after that.

“Shit Y/N, you gotta...gotta stop baby”

You couldn’t help but continue, just for the simple fact that he wanted you to stop. Bucky moaned and grabbed you, pulling you off of him. You let out a small gasp for air as he pulled you off and you sat back on your heels, just watching him recover from your actions. His chest was rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath, his hand running through his hair before looking up and over at you. You sent him an innocent look, but the smirk that you sent him was the complete opposite. Devilish, sexy and a little bit mischievous.

“Shit Y/N you....I don’t know what all that was about, but I’ve got a feeling you had that planned somehow”

You smiled and shrugged, “Just had to prove a point to myself”

Bucky let out a groan and smiled before he moved over quickly grabbing you and standing up. You yelled as you wrapped your legs around him and laughed as he made his way over to your room, “My turn now you little minx”

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