#okay i could gush about this fic so much i need to Shut Up

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Blind Offer 1

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After a leak causes you to evacuate your apartment, your landlord offers a vacant unit that's too good to be true. (short!plus!reader)

Character: Steve Rogers, additional characters to come

Note: Loooooook. I was gonna restrain myself but this all just got outta hand. This is one of my Corrupt-A-Wish requests but I won't reveal which one right away because it'll be part of the plot!

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You keep your slippers just away from the edge of the puddle. The sheet of water extends almost completely across the kitchen. You hug yourself, still slightly groggy from your early and rude awakening. The washing you put in last night hadn’t finished and instead the sudsy mess had leaked out around the door.

There’s a sigh and a clank as your landlord pulls his arm out of the machine. Your sopping laundry is in a bucket by his feet. His shirt is visibly wet from his struggle to stem the steady flow dripping from the brim of the washer door. You worry you may have overloaded the compact stacking unit.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” you say as you sway guiltily.

“Don’t be,” he puts his hands on his hips and blows out. A golden strand dangles down his forehead, “it’s not you. My own fault. I thought these things might hold out for a while…”

“Oh?”

“Not the first time I’ve had to fight the beast but it worked. I should be sorry, I should’ve just replaced it.”

“Well, uh, what are you gonna do now?” You look at the wet tile, the scent of laundry detergent thick in the air as the water creeps closer to your slippers.

“Uh, yeah, well, obviously you can’t stay here.”

“I can’t?” You raise your head, running your hand up the front of your robe and clutching the fluffy fabric.

“No, bylaws say you need to evacuate until I can get a new unit in here. And clean up. Leak like this can leave mildew and mold,” he combs his large hand over his head, “I feel bad enough, I couldn’t let you live in this.”

“Okay… um, I have to work in a couple hours–”

“Oh, geez. Well, er, maybe just pack up a few things and I can take you over to the new place? You can always come back to grab more if you need.”

“I guess…” you chew your lip. His blue eyes fixate on the gesture so you stop. “How far is it?”

“Not very, about twenty minutes east by car.”

“East?” You utter dully, “that’s a bit far. I work up near the metro area.”

“There’s some bus stops that way but I could give you a lift tod–” There’s a sudden gush and he looks back to the machine, a bubble of water flowing up over the brim. He shuts the door, stemming much of it. “You won’t even be able to cook in here,” he says, “look, bylaws say I have to relocate you. I have a property free which means I don’t have to splurge for a hotel. If you prefer somewhere closer, then it’s on you.”

You frown. He’s not the worst landlord you’ve had but he definitely talks like one. He’s only really worried about his liability. Yet, most others wouldn’t have even brought up that clause and left you to wallow in this puddle of dirty laundry water. You shrug, hopefully the other place isn’t too bad.

“Right, uh, I guess I’ll go get dressed,” you relent.

“Great,” he says with blatant exasperation, turning back to face the trembling washer, his voice deflating to a hoarse rasp, “goddamn.”

You hesitate as you stare at his back. The gray fabric of his jersey henley strains across his shoulder blades as the back of his forearms clench, veins pulsing out. He rolls his head on his neck and heaves out again. 

You turn on your foot and slowly pad out of the kitchen. You hear his sole squeak subtly but refuse to glance back again. You can’t help but feel that it’s all your fault. You’re sure he’s too nice to say so. Or too distracted by the chaos you’ve caused.

🖤

The new apartment isn’t an apartment at all. It’s a walkup townhouse with a sleek black and white exterior. The neighbourhood is far out of your range but you won’t complain. You suspect Steve is already aware of the deferential.

“Wow, this place is really nice,” you say as he holds the door for you. You step inside and take in the space; a narrow staircase to the next floor, black frames around grayscale photography, and minimalist decor in the form of a standing geometric floor vase and a coat rack with bent arms. 

You stop to take your shoes off on the mat as Steve squeezes in behind you and shuts the door. You trip away from him, surprised by the friction of his body against yours. You’ve always been overly aware of yourself and how much room you take up. Your size makes it hard to not feel crowded, still the close brush rattles you.

He swirls the keys around a finger and stills them in his fist. He looks around emphatically and waves a hand.

“Well, this is it. It’s my only vacant property at the moment, so, it’ll have to do. Fully furnished, at least.”

“It’s great,” you assure him as you step further in, your duffel hanging heavy from one arm, “wow, it’s…”

“A lot bigger than your place. Yeah. New development. Invested at ground floor. You’ll be the first tenant, at least for the time being.”

“Ah, right,” you go to the narrow bench of black acrylic and place your bag atop it. “I’ll try not to mess it up.”

“Didn’t mean it like that.”

“Uh, yeah, but obviously it’s above my paygrade,” you scoff, “I appreciate it and sorry again.”

“Don’t worry about it. Really. Dropping a couple hundred on a new washer woulda saved us both trouble. I only got one person to blame,” he holds out his hand, “you don’t need a tour, do ya?” He offers the keys and you step up to take them, “I’ll be back around noon to get you to work but I got running around to do.”

“Um, I should be able to figure it out–”

“Oh, wait,” he puts a finger up, “the door code. Just in case. Also, you’ll wanna override the security system when you get in.” He turns and points to the sleek black box mounted beside the door, “I got it on my phone but you’ll just need to pop it open and put in the number.” He slides out his phone, “I’ll just text it before I forget.”

“Right,” you nod as you clutch the keys tight, “got it. I think I can manage.”

“Anyway, you got my number, you need anything, you know how to reach me,” he checks his watch, “noon,” he repeats as he points at you, “I’ll be back.”

He spins and opens the door, swiftly stepping through before swinging it shut behind him. You’re left slightly stunned and don’t move right away. You cross the floor and twist the latch of the door, a cautious habit likely unnecessary in this neighbourhood.

You turn back to your new abode and let your eyes rove. Wow. All this just for you. You wonder how much one of these places go for. Your monthly pay probably wouldn’t even cover a single week.

You shuffle forward, uncertain, expecting for Steve to come back through and tell you it’s all a mistake. 

You peer around at the immaculate decor. Each piece is perfectly set and carefully curated. The long leather sectional and the matching square backed armchairs before the artificial fireplace in the wall. A low coffee table on a rug patterned in black and white, a touch of red in the throw pillows and the curtains.

Then the kitchen, white, pure marble, and pale silver appliances. The tile is marked by subtle dove grey diamonds, and a table sits against the wall with two chairs. You go back into the hallway and down towards the front of the stairs. You peek up at the top as you pass the small half-bath embedded on the other side.

Upstairs, you find two bedrooms, a full bath, and what appears to be a study, along with several spacious closets. It’s truly a dream. Who knew a broken washer could get you a stay in heaven.

Well, you should get settled in. Enjoy it while it lasts.

🖤

As promised, Steve shows up just before noon. You have your uniform on but feel less than ready to go. The abrupt awakening, the displacement, and the typical dread of the overcrowded box store. Your job is less than glamorous and the townhouse underlines that even more as you bid it a reluctant goodbye.

Steve’s car is sleek and red and overpriced. You don’t know much about cars but you can just tell. The interior is squeaky and so clean you’re sure it must be right off the lot. That new car smell fills your nose and threatens to inspire a migraine.

You put your purse in your lap and buckle up as he turns down the volume on the stereo. You recognise the song, surprised by his taste. He didn’t seem the angsty type. As far from grungy as you can imagine.

“Smashing Pumpkins?” You comment.

“You don’t like them?”

“Don’t mind em,” you shrug, “just figured you were more into… I don’t know, just not them.”

“When I’m not unclogging toilets or changing smoke alarms, I actually do have fun,” he scoffs.

“Oh, I didn’t mean–”

“Kidding,” he assures you as he pulls away from the curb.

You watch the townhouses pass by as he slowly rolls down the street. It’s eerie. There are no other cars lined up in the spots parallel to the pavement. In fact, you don’t see anyone else around. Not through windows, not coming or going, no one so much as walking down the cul-de-sac. It is oddly isolated from the suburbs all around.

“Not like I have great music taste, I’m a disco junkie,” you try to laugh off the tension.

“Fun,” he muses dully.

You don’t respond. You’re on your phone checking Uber prices for the way back. Eek. You pull up the bus routes for the area; at least two transfers to get there. Shit.

“So…” Steve begins, “who you chatting with? Telling them about your tight-ass landlord or what?”

“Uh, no,” you put your phone down and black the screen, “I was just… tryna figure out how I’m getting home. Sorry. Did you say something?”

“Nothing important,” he assures, “what time are you done?”

“Nine, closing,” you explain, “it’s fine, there’s buses. I’ll just have to remember not to go to my usual stop.”

“I can come get you,” he offers.

“That’s… that’s fine. You don’t have to. You’ve already done enough–”

“Really, I don’t have much else going on. Besides the washer but my buddy’s taking care of that for me. I’ll be available.”

“If you don’t mind, but really, I’m gonna have to learn the route. Actually, when do you think I’ll be back at my apartment?”

“Couple of days at best. After we left, the water got into the motor of the dryer– to spare you the whole spiel, the dryer needs to be replaced too. And the floor might need to come up, water’s done a number on the laminate–”

“Oh,” you grimace, “I… that sounds bad.”

“Nothing that can’t be fixed. Look, I know it’s probably not ideal for you to be all the way out here. I’ll keep you updated,” he speaks with one hand as his other remains on the wheel.

“Oh, no, I appreciate all your help. It’s just…” you cross your ankles and nervously wiggle your foot, “I’m just anxious.”

He hums and a thoughtful silence rises between you. He turns a corner and clears his throat, “about the apartment or work?”

“What?”

“What are you anxious about?” He asks.

“Oh, uh, yeah, uh, work, sure. Work always makes me anxious. Lots of angry customers and we’re headed into that season, you know?”

“Makes sense,” he nods, moving his hand low on the wheel as he sits back and steers lazily with the clogged flow of the city traffic.

“And the apartment,” you admit, “I’m not the best with change.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he agrees, “I’m a bit of stickler. I like order, you know? Everything has its place. Everyone has their role.”

You mull his words. It’s a strange way of putting it but you get it. You find your life erratic this time of year, when your schedule goes from predictable to hectic and fluid. Everyone wants to switch shifts and all the managers are trying to fill the schedule with as few bodies as possible.

“I mean…” he breaks the lull, “you know, I keep a pretty strict schedule with myself. Try to. You never know when you’ll get a call at 5am.”

You suck in air and look at him from the corner of your eye. His allusion isn’t subtle. The pit sinks further in your stomach. You don’t need one more person disappointed in you, not when you’re about to face Gwen the manager and her omnipotent clipboard.

“Yeah, uh,” you bend your arm and rub your neck, “sorry…”

“You apologise a lot,” he interrupts, “I’m not mad.”

“I know, I just feel bad,” you move your thumb to chew it.

He glances over at you before quickly refocusing on the road. He laughs, a hollow, gristly chuckle, “trust me, if I was mad, you would know.”

You blink. What? You’re not sure what he means. Is he joking? Maybe it’s that he’s such a nice guy that the change would be unmistakable or maybe he’s being sarcastic and you’re too stupid to pick up on it. Either way, you just want this car ride to be over.

“Right,” you eke out, “I’ll, erm, be sure to stay on your good side then.”

He slides his hand around the wheel to the top, squeezing until the leather squeaks. He shifts in his seat and exhales, “girl like you, I can’t imagine you being too much of a handful.”

His remark sticks in your ears. Again, you’re confounded by him. You can't read his tone as it's quickly washed away by the sudden blare of music as he cranks up the volume.

“This is a good one,” he calls over the music, “I’m sure you know it.”

Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage Someone will say, "What is lost can never be saved" Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage

Now I'm naked Nothing but an animal But can you fake it For just one more show?

The creaky tones of Billy Corgan’s lilt surrounds you as Steve bobs his head. The swirl of noise and the shadow of tension mingle and suffocate you. You’re starting to look forward to work.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #corrupt-a-wish #au #multifandom #captain america #avengers #marvel #mcu #more characters to be added #blind offer

[highvern]

Two to Tango

Pairing: Lee Jihoon x reader

Genre: fluff, suggestive

Warnings: n/a

Length: ~1k

Note: i've been getting into writing longer fics (ie. heart of the sea) but decided i needed something short and sweet

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“Jesus Christ, what’s so hard about swaying side to side?” 

“You stepping on my foot while I’m trying to do it!”

The argument occurring in apartment 8F could be heard from the elevator at the other end of the hall. Having your headphones in as you walk to the door, you fail to hear your roommate, her boyfriend, and his best friend screaming at one another. Instead, when you open the door and take a glance up, you witness the startling sight of Jihoon with one hand on Soonyoung’s waist, the other cupping Soonyoung’s at the side of their bodies. Soonyoung’s free hand was gingerly resting on Jihoon’s shoulder. They looked about as comfortable as two high schoolers slow dancing at prom in front of their mothers. Mina is circling around them like a lion stalking its prey.

“It’s not my fault you don’t know how to lead!” Soonyoung snaps.

Mina tries to play referee. “Be nice to him, Hosh! He’s learning.” 

“Oh, cause you do?” Jihoon responds.

“You asked me for help!”

The slam of the door shutting behind you sends their heads whipping around. Two faces morph into horror, shocked in place unable to move away from one another fast enough. Sooyoung backs straight into the coffee table, cursing as a glass topples to the floor. Mina releases an exasperated puff of breath through her nose before sitting on the couch.

“Oh, please don’t stop on my account.” You smirk, coughing in an attempt to smother the laughter caught in your throat.

“It’s not what it looks li—” Jihoon starts.

“It’s okay, I always thought you two would be a cute couple.” You ponder, and then cock your head to the couch. “Didn’t think you’d want a third though.” 

“I have enough on my plate as is.” Mina corrects, looking at her boyfriend with a shake of her own head.

“First, as if.” Soonyoung looks at you in disgust. “Second, he asked me to help him learn to dance.” He turns to Mina before proceeding. “Third, what's that supposed to mean?”

You pay no attention to the argument breaking out between them; instead, you shoot an inquisitive glance at Jihoon. The scarlet tips of his ears give away his embarrassment, along with the awkward shuffle of his feet and his sudden interest in the ceiling fan.

“Well, you all have fun.” You gush as you shuffle down the hallway.

The click of the door shutting has Mina turning on Jihoon in a second.

“You haven’t asked her yet?”

“I’ve been busy!” He defends, annoyance blooming on his tongue.

“How much time does it take to say ‘hey, wanna be my date to Seungcheol’s wedding’?” Soonyoung inquires.

“None, but if I ask like that she’ll definitely say no.”

“That’s how I asked Mina and she said yes.”

“Well she's dating you so we already knew she had low standards.”

“Hey!” The couple object simultaneously. 

“I’ll get to it when I get to it.” Jihoon shrugs, a pained sigh leaving his nose.

“Or we can get to it right now! Hey, Y/N!” Soonyoung shouts, breaking towards your room.

“I’ll kill you.” Jihoon threatens in a harsh whisper.

You open the door before Jihoon can pull his friend away, trying to quell the murderous glare on his face.

“What do you want Hosh?” 

“What are you doing November 16th?”

“Depends. Why?”

“Our friend is getting married and Jihoon wants to know if you’ll be his date.”

“Oh really? Hmmm,” you pretend to think. “then maybe he should have asked me himself.”

Jihoon can’t speak, pinned in place by your gaze. You’re casual friends, hanging out occasionally when Soonyoung drags him out of his room to socialize. In the past two years Mina and his roommate have been dating, Jihoon knows when you're pissed off but your tone and the heat of your glare tells him you're a little more than that right now.

“Oh come on! Where are you gonna find a better date? He’s handsome, and talented, and nice! Okay well maybe not that nice but—”

Soonyoung’s argument is cut off by Mina snatching his collar, pulling him down the hallway towards her own room with whispered threats as she pulls his hair.

Unfortunately, this leaves you and Jihoon alone at the threshold of your door.

“I–,” he swallows. “I did wanna ask you by the way. But that wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“You’ve been friends with him for how long and still haven’t realized he can’t keep his mouth shut?”

“He means well, he’s just…a lot.”

“So the wedding?”

“If you’re busy don’t worry about it!” Jihoon rushes, hands twisting to brush you off. 

“Ask me.”

“What?”

“Ask me to be your date.”

Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he does as you say.

“Will you be my date?”

“Could use more enthusiasm but yes.” You smile at him, face glowing. “I’ll be your date.”

The scene is cute, twin shy smiles on blushing faces. One of your hands picks at the collar of your shirt, twisting the thin material as you muster your courage to make your next move.

Taking a step backward before turning in the direction of your closet, you ask “Do you wanna help me pick out a dress?”

Watching him over your shoulder, you drum up as much faux nonchalance as possible. You’ve waited months for him to finally make a move. Maybe you’ll send a thank you card to Soonyoung. 

“I’m not really a fashion expert, maybe Mina can come and–”

Jihoon trails off when he sees you grab for the bottom of your top, a strip of creamy skin visible above the waistband of your leggings. When he looks at your face in question, you arch an eyebrow.

“I think Mina’s busy.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Jihoon nods, shutting the door behind him.

#svthub #seventeen fluff #svt x reader #seventeen fanfic #svt fluff #lee jihoon #jihoon fluff #jihoon scenarios #woozi x reader #svt woozi #🫡 highvern

[rosewould]

last resort // ljn {mortal sin au}

disclaimer; every mortal sin blurb is set in a separate universe where the imminent threat of war is gone and nothing affects the events of the main storyline

part 1 | part 2a mortal sin masterlist

pairing; demon!jeno x afab!reader

words; 2.4k

genre; pure filthy smut, fantasy, touch of angst, switch!jeno & switch!reader

warnings; pet name (sweetheart), cheating, dubcon ("we can't do this", mc is keen the whole time), choking/breath play, use of a tail, v needy jeno, v degrading jeno, a hint of possessiveness, dry humping, jerking jeno off, PIV, slut shaming

preface; this... this was supposed to just be a soft needy sub!jeno fic.... idfk what happened in the second half.... I think I was possessed by a certain Jeno loving writer lmao. Anyways I hope you enjoy this while I work on the next chapters of cynics and mortal sin

Your feet were killing you. An extra-long shift at the restaurant had you desperately seeking your plush bed. You just knew you'd pass right out as soon as you made contact with it. A wave of relief washes over you as you see the number 20 on one of the many white doors. NingNing was away fulfilling duties in the Celestial realm so this would be the most peaceful rest you've had in ages.

Your relief ceased when you heard noises coming from behind the door. You push it open slowly, confusion evident on your face as you see Jeno's head. His black locks were a mess as he pushed his face into NingNing's covers. When you fully push the door open, you gasp.

His hips swung backward before thrusting his hard cock into her slick covers. Each time he pulled his hips back, he revealed his massive cock. It was like nothing you've ever seen before. Ripples of flesh lining the top side of it, the ridge of his tip splitting down the middle and trailing down the sides of his shaft all the way to his full balls. Not to mention it was pink. Not the hue that you were used to seeing on painfully hard dicks. It faded from the color of his skin to a bright magenta. 

It was so alien and large that your feet were carrying you closer without you realizing. "What the fuck..."

Jeno wanted to tell you to get out. To stay away before he did something stupid. He loved Yizhuo so fucking much, the thought of it made his cock throb more intensely. Pained groans squeeze out from his throat as he humped her bed more eagerly. He was so hard that it was driving him crazy. All he could think about was cumming. Cumming more than he already had all over his bed and now her bed. He could only go so long with masturbating before he needed someone else. He couldn't stop cumming, no matter what he tried. Even with her scent filling his nose, it wasn't enough. So instead of pushing you away, he says something that fills him with shame.

"Help me please... I can't-" He's unable to cut through his desperate moans to finish his sentence. His legs were starting to go numb from the overwhelming arousal. Eyes rolling back into his head, he cums again. Thick, white gushes of semen coat the comforter underneath him as high-pitched noises claw their way up from his chest. "I can't stop, I can't stop-" Another groan erupts from the depths of his body. 

You stand there dumbfounded. Help him how? He looked so pitiful. Dark, sparkly eyes pleading with you. Each exhale releases with a needy whine as trembling hips chase yet another climax. "I-I would never ask for this if there was another way. You know this." Jeno turns his head toward you, face brushing against the tousled covers. His hair is damp, stuck to his forehead. He looks at you with the straightest face he can muster as he pants heavily. 

He was right. Despite his insatiable sex drive, he was really sweet. He's the one plagued with lust but he flirts with you the least. Always so respectful, with eyes only for NingNing. It was a bit sad to see him like this. So desperate for relief. "Please," He whispers again and again as his eyes screw shut.

"Okay, just tell me what you need."

His dick throbs in response to your graciousness. Broken moans fill your ears as cum spurts out of his slit again. "Y-your hand. Please wrap it around me." His pleas were a broken record by this point. Still, he continues to repeat the word as his hips and legs quiver.

You draw closer with your hand extended. He lifts his torso from the bed, eagerly thrusting his cock toward it. Once your hand wraps around his cock he goes limp. Falling forward until his forehead is resting on your shoulder. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." He finds something new to chant as his hips jerk against your tight fist. 

You don't expect the appendage to be as hot as it was. It almost made you tear your hand away, fearing you'd be burned. 

"I miss her-" He whines like a puppy, turning his head so that his nose was brushing against your neck. His body was almost just as hot, radiating heat as he leaned against you. You flinch away, the proximity and the compromising situation screwed with your critical thinking. 

"I know," You shush his whimpers as you rub the back of his head. Despite your attempts to pull away, he still nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. You sigh, giving up and letting him stay there. His searing hot dick was coated in cum. Made for an easier time sliding through your fist. Your grip was so tight that his head had to push open your fingers each time he thrusted upward. It was perfect. The feeling of your soft hand wrapped around his hard cock, barely able to fully connect your fingers made his lower abdomen tighten. 

"'m gonna fucking cum-" The end of his sentence is forced out of his throat to make way for a string of loud and hysterical moans. He bucks harshly into your fist, teeth nipping at the skin of your neck. "yeah... yes... oh fuck..." Wispy whines float from his lips as he shakily fucks through his orgasm. Your eyes stay trained on his blissful face. This was your first time hearing him swear so aggressively. Even when he had sex with NingNing, it was always just tiny whispers or a quick slip if something bothered him. A thick, warm substance trickling onto your thighs makes you look away. There was semen coating your shirt, dripping down onto your skirt and legs.

"Goddammit..." You sigh, unsure hands floating in the air as you gawk at the cum on them. "Wait, are you still-"

Surely enough, his pink member was just as hard as before. If not, harder. He kicked his head back, chesting rising and falling rapidly. When he lifts his head back up you can see that same shade of magenta swirling in his irises. He looks at you hungrily before tugging you closer by your belt loops. 

"What are you doing?" You ask, looking at him incredulously as he undoes the button of your skirt. His eyes burn into yours. The pink overtaking his normal black orbs. His mouth parts slightly at your frazzled expression. After he unzips your bottoms he's tugging them over your hips and onto the floor.

Roughly, he cups your heat. Fingers prodding at the entrance before he hums. A smirk stretches across his features as he feels the wet spot forming.

"J-Jeno, we can't-"

"Don't play coy with me." He presses harder into your core and you gasp, grabbing his forearm with both your hands. "Here I thought you were just helping a friend. Did seeing me like that turn you on? Huh? You like it when I'm helpless?" His voice is low and raspy as he pushes his face closer to yours. He bombards you with questions that make you equally offended and aroused. 

"No! I hated seeing you like that."

"Sweetie..." His fingers push past your entrance, shoving the fabric of your underwear deep inside your sopping pussy. You tighten your grip on his arm as you whimper. "You're lying right to my fucking face."

His smooth tail emerges from behind him. You never even noticed it appear. A small yelp is cut short as it shoots toward you, wrapping around your throat.

"You really hate Yizhuo that much?"

Before you could deny, his tail was slamming you into the mattress. Pushing your face against it until you're unable to breathe. He rips your underwear from your hips with one harsh tug. You flinch when you feel his hot tongue licking across your slit. Licks and kisses are littered all over the surface of your ass and mound. The covers muffle your high-pitched whines. 

He lifts you back up by your neck and unwraps his tail. You gasp for air, coughing and sputtering as you eagerly take it in. Your arousal starts seeping out from between your lips, coating your folds and threatening to drip. "So, so naughty. You're just as bad as I am."

You couldn't deny it if you tried. You were only a mortal yet here you were, presenting your dripping cunt to someone you know is taken. By your roommate, might you add. One that was so kind it was sickening. She wouldn't hurt a fly. So how could you sit there and salivate as he lined up his monstrous cock with your entrance?

"That's okay. That just means we're perfect for each other, right?" He slaps his heavy dick against your ass with a dark laugh. "A no-good demon and his heartless cocksleeve." 

"N-no, I'm-"

He shuts you up by stretching you open with his unbelievable girth. The words die in your throat and are promptly replaced by a surprised groan. 

"It's bad enough you're gushing around a taken man's cock, but you're gonna keep lying as well?" He mumbles disappointedly.

The foreign textures of his cock feel heavenly as they brush against your soft walls. The further he sinks into you the more you fear he'll actually split you open. "This just won't do sweetheart. I'm gonna have to fuck you open a little more..."

His hips fly forward, pushing you further into the bed. You wail out as he barrels deep inside you. Fat cock filling you to the absolute brim. The way your pussy is gaping around his impressive girth makes him growl. Your walls clench around his sweltering member at the sound. His hips are unrelenting as he starts to slam them against yours. Repetitive and salacious moans fill the room while Jeno gleefully spreads you open. The stretch is bordering on unbearable. His tail loops around your throat again and tugs your head backward. Your spine curves painfully as his cock punishes your slick pussy.

"That's right, take that cock like the heartless whore you are." He growls as he shoves his hips into yours brutally. The blunt tip of his head prods at your cervix with each thrust. "Tell me what you are."

"I'm a..." You struggle to get the words out as he cruelly tightens his tail around your neck. "'m a heartless whore."

"Good girl, my useless, heartless whore. Good for nothing but getting my dick off." His voice is completely unrecognizable to the sweet-voiced Jeno you knew. The skin on your ass and upper thighs start to sting after the relentless pursuit of his thrusts. Your vision starts to blur, not enough oxygen reaching your brain for you to think straight. His words are fuzzy as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your body goes limp as a ringing sound fills your ears.

Oxygen floods your lungs as his tail releases from your throat. You cough violently, your throat burning after doing so. 

"Almost lost you there sweetheart." He chuckles, smiling wickedly as his hands find purchase on your waist. Nails scraping against your delicate skin.

His newfound grip on your waist was his new leverage to continue his rough thrusting. Panting growing louder as your heat continues to grip around him. Choking his cock beyond belief. His tail circles around your waist and pulls you upward until you're pressed against his chest. 

"I'm gonna fill you up over and over until cum is leaking out of every hole." His voice is gravelly as he whispers into your ear. With his tail sinking between your slick thighs and rubbing against your clit, you're ready to spill all over him. Your heart pounds in your chest as your moans grate against your scratchy throat.

He peppers wet kisses all over your neck, squeezing your breasts in his hands. You watch as his nails sink into the flesh. His tail is sliding in between your folds faster now, making your legs tremble. The outline of his cock is clearly visible on your stomach. Stretching you wider than you ever thought possible. "O-oh my god..." 

The sight sends you over the edge, pussy pulsing around his cock as you flood around him. His tail flicks deliciously against your clit. The potency of the pleasure makes you shout out in euphoria. Clenching your thighs tightly shut as you convulse. After hours of trying to reach a true orgasm, he finally sees the light at the end of the tunnel. Crawling toward it as his eyes clench shut. Your grip on his prick and the increasing wetness coating him aid the process.

With a few especially hard thrusts he's spilling his seed inside you. His tail lifts you up by your waist so he can watch it spill out of you while more shoots out from his throbbing dick. The shameless moans that omit from the demon behind you make you shiver. His tail slides from around your waist, letting your body fall onto the soiled covers. 

After he comes to his senses, he lifts your limp body with his tail and pulls the comforter off the bed. He lays you back down, positioning your head against the pillows. As he lays in front of you, his eyes are back to the shiny black they usually are, the intensity from just moments before missing. He places his hands under his head as his eyes flutter shut. 

How were you ever going to face NingNing again? Would you lie to her face and tell her you regretted it? Truthfully, the only thing regretful about what you just experienced was the fact that you'd probably never experience it again. No time for sulking, you needed to get away from him while you weren't in your right mind. Thankfully, he seemed to be back to his old, rational self.

Just as you try to leave, his arms rope you in and pull you against his chest. "Where are you going?" He whispers, his sweet voice back as he rests his chin on top of your head.

"I'm gonna go sleep on my bed."

"No." His voice is stern as he squeezes you. "I need easy access to my cocksleeve when I wake up."

this is gonna be fun, if you have a blurb/scenario you want to see from the mortal sin universe, shoot me an ask~

#500 #can you guys tell who I was possessed by LMAO #20 dollars to the person who guesses first #this was so weird to write I tell ya #jeno #nct #nct dream #kpop #lee jeno #jeno smut #smut #angst #lee jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut

[fluffomatic]

Your Laughter is like Music to Me

Fandom: The Owl House by Dana Terrace

Characters: Hunter|The Golden Guard, Darius Demonne, Flapjack|Cardinal Palismin (Lee Hunter, Ler Darius, Minor Ler Flapjack), Willow (mentioned), Gus (mentioned), Viney (mentioned), Skara (mentioned)

Relationships: Hunter and Darius (Platonic), Hunter and Flapjack, Darius and Flapjack (Mention of Huntlow though it's very brief)

Words: 1669

Summary: SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON 2 ENDING!! After a rough day at school Hunter storms into his and Darius' shared home without a single word. Darius knows something is wrong but is unsure how to fix it. Luckily Flapjack is there to snap Darius out of it to help their boy. THIS IS A TICKLE FIC!! IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT KEEP SCROLLING!!

To say Darius was worried would be an understatement. The man likes to pride himself on being totally in control of his emotions, but right now? How could he not be on edge? Hunter had lived with him after returning from the Human Realm and taking down the Collector. Life had slowly started returning to normal, and despite a rocky start, Darius and Hunter grew closer. Hunter shared everything with his new guardian. After Hexside reopened, Darius was quick to enroll Hunter so he could spend time with his new friends. Hunter loved to come home and gush about everything he learned, the time he spent with his classmates, and his flyer derby practices. He also notes the way Hunter's face flushes when he talks about his captain.

So it took him by surprise when Hunter flew into the house and stormed past Darius without even saying hello. Darius went to call after him, but his voice died in his throat when he heard the kid's door slam shut. Darius was left speechless. Sure, Hunter sometimes had problems talking to Darius, but it never got like this. His mind was flooded with what could've possibly happened to his kid that would make him this upset. He really wanted to rush upstairs and make Hunter talk to him, but he didn't want to force him to talk if he didn't want to. Plus, what if he needed to be alone? Darius was pacing back and force trying to figure out what to do. Titan he wasn't good at this! He spent probably too much time stuck in his own head before he heard a quiet chirp behind him. He flung his head around to see the small red bird perched on the counter. He stared up at Darius and chirped again. "What should I do?" He asked him, "I just want him to be okay, but I don't want to make things worse." Darius sighed into his hands. Flapjack made an annoyed chirp. He flew over to Darius and pulled on his cape. "Hey hey careful! This was expensive!" He glared at the bird, but his eyes softened when he realized what he was trying to tell him. He was pulling Darius towards the steps, towards Hunter. Flapjack chirped again and for a moment, Darius understood.

"𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶"

Darius rushed up the stairs towards Hunter's room, Flapjack close behind. When he made it to his door, he took a deep breath to calm his nerves, then gently knocked on the door. "Hunter? Hey kid, you in there?" He got a low grumble as a response. "Is it alright if I come in?" Darius tried his best to keep his voice even, but it was hard to conceal his worried tone. A moment passes until he hears a quiet, "... sure" He opens the door gently and steps in to find Hunter on his bed, back facing the door and clutching a pillow tightly in his arms. He makes his way over to the bed and sits down close behind Hunter. He places his hand on his shoulder, trying not to focus on the way the boy flinched at the touch. Hunter's shoulder untense and Darius rubs small circles on his back. "Rough day?" He asks. And that's all it took. Hunter's breath hitches and quiet sobs escape his mouth. Darius doesn't waste another moment. He pulls Hunter up, wrapping his arms around him. Hunter latches onto Darius like a lifeline as tears stream down his face. Darius rocks him back and forth, doing his best to calm him down. It seems to work as Hunter's frantic breathing evens out and his tears run dry. He holds him for a few moments more before pulling away. With his hands on his shoulders, he looks Hunter in the eyes. "What happened? Did someone hurt you?" Who do I have to kill?

"I-It was nothing, really. It wasn't even that bad. I don't know w-why I'm so upset..." Darius just shakes his head. "No. If it's got you like this, then it's not nothing. Hunter, I will not force you to tell me, but know that I'm here for you. You can talk to me." Hunter wipes his eyes to stop the second wave of tears that threaten to spill and nods. "O-Okay... um. I don't know I was with my team. W-We were just hanging out after practice, ya know? Skara and Viney were messing around and it was really funny. All of us were laughing a-and having a good time. Than.... well sh-she came by." Hunter took a second to catch his breath. Darius stayed silent, waiting until Hunter was ready to continue. "Um, I think her name is Bosha? It w-was her and a couple of other kids. They um... started laughing too. At first, I thought they were laughing with us until she started pointing at me. She said my laugh was....it was um....u-ugly and annoying....h-hard to listen to...the others yelled at them until they left. Gus and Willow, they... they tried their best to help me, but I... I don't know, maybe she was right." Hunter sighed and hid his face. "I really am annoying." He mumbled.

If it was legal to murder a teenager, Darius would've rushed over to that girl's house right then and there. Unfortunately, it was very illegal. But luckily he was close with Principal Bump, so he'd be having a word with him tomorrow. But for now, his kid needed him. Darius pulled Hunter close again, carding his fingers through the boy's hair. "She was wrong. And she's an idiot. You're not annoying Hunter, and your laughter is the best thing I've ever heard." He could feel Hunter's cheeks heating up. "Y-You're just saying that...." He grumbled against his chest. Darius smiled, hands placed perfectly on Hunter's sides. "No, I mean it. And I can prove it." He began skittering his fingers across Hunter's sides. The boy squeaked, hands unwrapping around Darius to cover his face. Surprisingly, he didn't immediately break. "N-No! Darius!" He squirmed around in his guardian's hold, hands pressed tightly over his mouth. "How rude if you. I want to hear that amazing laughter!" He moved his hands up to Hunter's ribs, scratching in-between the bones. That got him. Hunter screeched, reached down to bat at Darius' evil hands. "Aaahahaha!! N-Noohahahaaa! Wait thahahat's not faahahahaaair!" Hunter flops down, back hitting the mattress. Darius was quick to follow, hands immediately pouncing on the kid's now exposed stomach. "There it is~ Ah sounds like music to me~!" Darius hummed. Hunter grabbed at his wrists weakly, unable (and unwilling) to pry them away. "Eeeehehehahahhaaa!! *snort* Nohohoho Darius oh Titan! That tihihihickles!" Darius can help but chuckle. "Well duh, I AM tickling you." Hunter's blush deepens as his legs kick wildly. Darius peeks down at his crazy limbs and wondered if they were ticklish too. It was a theory he had to test! He quickly shot his hands down and began squeezing the kid's thighs and knees, jumping between the two. Hunter shot up, latching onto Darius. "AAHAHAHAHAAAA AAHAHAHAHA OH SHIIHIHIHIT!!! AHAHAHAHA NOHAHAHAA NO THAT'S SO BAAHAHAHAHAAAD!!!" His laugh was loud, mixed with hiccups and snorts. It was utterly ridiculous. And Darius absolutely loved it. He loved hearing it cause that meant his boy was happy. He was safe. His laughter is the best thing in Darius' life and if he had to tickle the boy silly to make him see that? Then so be it.

He slipped his hands underneath Hunter's knees to scribble there. His laughter died down a bit, but he could tell that it still tickled like crazy. Darius was all too familiar with that spot. "Eehehhahaha! D-Darius pleeehhehehease! Ahahaha w-why are yohohohou doing thiihihihis!? *hic* I-I sohohohound so duuhuhuhuumb!" Darius just sighs, moving his hands back to Hunter's tummy, causing the boy to flop back over, giving Darius more access. He tried his best not to gush over how cute it was that Hunter was enjoying himself. "Hunter, you don't sound dumb. I adore your laugh, kid. It's not ugly. It's not annoying. It's happy, it's pure and light and sure, maybe a little funny, but that's what makes it special! And if I have to tickle you silly until you agree, then I guess I will!" He reaches up and scratches Hunter's underarms, throwing the boy into hysterical laughter. He screeches and squirms against his bed. Flapjack suddenly joins in, jumping around on his belly and pecking randomly. Hunter slams his fists against the mattress. "AAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAA!! AHAHHAA YOU BOTH SUUUHUHUHUHUUUCK!! AHHH NOT THEEHEHEHERE SHIT THAT'S SO BAAAAAHAHAHAHHAD!! OKAY OKAAHAHAHAY OKAY YOU WIIIHIHIHIHIN!! *snort*" Darius just smirks. "Say it. Say your laugh isn't annoying. Unless you want us to keep going~" Flapjack chirps in agreement, pecking the boy's tummy as a warning. "OH FOR TITANS SAAAHAHAHAHAAKE FIIHIHIHINE! M-MY LAUGH ISN'T *hic* ANNOYING AHAHAHAHAAAA!! NO MORE NO MOOHOHOHORE!! AHAHAHAHAA PLEASE *snort* IT TICKLES SO MUUUHUHUCH!!!" His laughter goes silent as Darius finally lets up.

Hunter lays motionless as he tries to get his breathing under control. He rubs his tummy as giggles continue to spill out of his mouth. Darius can't help but giggle at him. "Huhuhunter, I stopped tickling you! Why so giggly still~?" Hunter just groans. "St-Stihihill tickles you jeeheheherk!" Flapjack lands on Darius' shoulder and chirps happily. "Thank you, thank you!" is what Darius thinks he says. He looks down at his kid. His eyes shining with tears of mirth, a wide grin on his face, giggles slowly spilling out and a deep blush across his face and up to his ears. His heart melts at the sight. Hunter is happy, and that makes Darius the happiest person in the Boiling Isles. Hunter eventually sits up and smiles shyly. He fidgets with his hands and mumbles a soft, "Thank you." He meets Darius' eyes. "F-For making me laugh. Maybe you're right. Maybe my laugh isn't that bad." Darius smiles brightly and chuckles. "Not a problem, son. Anytime."

Notes: Didn't think I'd end up writing this so fast but as soon as the beginning entered my head I knew I had to write it as soon as possible before it slipped away. So hope yall enjoy!

#tickling #tickle #tickles #tickle fic #writing #owl house spoilers #owl house tickles #platonic tickles #sfw tickles #lee!hunter #ticklish!hunter #ler!darius #ler!flapjack

[thomasxsides]

Resolve

Fandom: Sanders Sides Ship: M/M, Lomas (C!Thomas x Logan) Words: 2201 Rating: E for Everyone Warnings: Wine is mentioned Tags: angst, fluff, angst-to-fluff, fix-it fic, post-WTIT, first kiss Characters: Logan Sanders, C!Thomas Sanders, Nico Flores, cameo appearances by Virgil, Roman, Patton, and Janus

A/N: Started on this fic FOUR FUCKING MONTHS after WTIT and it took me a total of FOURTEEN to finish it. Abhorrent. Anyway. It’s done now. I’d also like to note that while I personally do not like Nico, I have no issue with other people liking him and my dislike for him and the Nicomas/Karrot Kings ship has NOTHING to do with my enjoyment of Thomas X Sides. I do not accuse Nico of “getting in the way” or “ruining my ships” or anything of the sort. I know that no Sides-inclusive ships will ever become canon nor would I ever want them to be. I simply ship them for fun. My issue with Nicomas stems from the fact that it seems forced and rushed (by the characters, not the writers. I think Thomas and his staff are doing phenomenally) and it seems like Nico is not good for Thomas. That’s just a personal opinion that again, I do not push onto anyone else nor does my dislike for Nico extend to his actor. Thank you. 

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The door clicked shut, and just like that, Thomas was gone. Obviously, that wasn’t going to last long- the separation- because the Sides went with him wherever he went, but it certainly didn’t take the sting away from being left standing alone in the messy apartment. They’d just started to make progress, too. Taking a deep breath and hiding away his feelings as usual, Logan hugged his notebook to his chest and went with the others, following Thomas to his impromptu date with Nico. 

Logan couldn’t understand what was so special about Nico. A nerd who wore glasses? That didn’t make him unique. Logan was a nerd who wore glasses. So what? Why did Thomas listen to him? Why did Thomas drop everything and run to him? Though he stood mostly surrounded by the others as they watched over Thomas, Logan felt alone. The feeling in his chest was like a gaping dark hole composed of feelings he wasn’t taking the time to identify and making it hard to breathe. He couldn’t remember having felt so vacant before. It hurt in ways he’d never experienced. Thomas was enjoying himself with Nico. It was nice standing there and admiring art with him after so much worrying and anxiety over what the status of their relationship was. The fresh air felt nice, filling his lungs and clearing his mind. He needed this. Everything else could wait. He could feel Roman absolutely gushing over this moment and it just seemed perfect. Though as he listened to Nico eagerly infodump and read off information about the artworks before them, he felt a strange nagging sensation. It was so familiar. He glanced at Nico and back at the art and his smile faded into a sort of troubled expression. Suddenly, it felt weird when someone other than Logan was eagerly spilling loads of info about a subject. That was new. What on earth-? “Thomas? Are you okay?” “Hm?” Thomas snapped out of his own thoughts for the moment and looked at Nico. He put his smile back in place. “Yeah, sorry. Just got distracted for a second. It’s been… a weird day. Uh! Up til now, I mean!” But as Nico continued on and Thomas followed, his heart wasn’t in it. He’d been really horrible to Logan, hadn’t he? Logan had been so patient and helpful… and he just ran off. God, what Logan must think of him. “What? No! No no no no no! This is all wrong,” Roman wailed, immediately distressed. “He’s not happy anymore! He’s not… he’s not blossoming and shining! It’s like a storm cloud just moved in over the picnic, blocking out the sunlight. And out of nowhere!” He rounded on Virgil. “What did you do?!” Virgil, looking panicked immediately, defended himself. “Me? Nothing! The fuck? I was just as eager about this as you! I’m not in charge of his sadness or whatever! Maybe,” he spat, gesturing at Patton, “you should ask The Great Protector whether he even had permission to change his mood!” Patton looked wounded by that remark. “No! I… I mean yes! Of course Thomas can change his—! I—! I didn’t do this. And… and he doesn’t need my permission to change feelings or—!” 

“Oh yes, everything is going marvelously. Don’t worry. Thomas is fine. It’s fleeting,” Janus offered from his position in the tree. “He’s definitely not mentally checking out of the date and things will continue swimmingly, I assure you.” He shifted his eyes from the group and gave Logan a look that the logical Side couldn’t quite comprehend. The date did, in fact, carry on some moments longer, but not as swimmingly as Janus put it. Thomas was rather distant and melancholy. Not on purpose, of course, but Nico took notice and it’s not very fun being on a date with someone who isn’t present. “Hey, Thomas. Why don’t you head back home, okay? I’m sorry. It’s not on you. You just look really bothered by something. We can pick up on another day, when you’re feeling better,” Nico offered. 

Thomas gave a sad, silent nod in agreement. That maybe was for the best, because his heart was definitely somewhere else at the moment, even if he didn’t quite know where. He sighed as he and Nico returned to their parked cars and they parted ways. 

Nico called out, “Text me if you need anything!” And he drove off with a friendly wave. 

Returning the wave with a sad smile, Thomas sighed yet again and sat in his car for a moment, feeling his heart slowly sink into his stomach like it was made of concrete. Eventually, he did get the frame of mind and focus to drive home. 

Home felt all wrong at the very moment Thomas returned over the threshold. He felt such a pit in his stomach that he was nearly sick. His heart felt so weighed down and sluggish that it was a miracle he didn’t just curl into a ball on the kitchen floor. He poured himself a generous glass of wine and picked up where he left off, cleaning the kitchen. He chipped away at the mountain of dishes between pensive sips of merlot. 

“Well, we’re a little behind schedule, but— when I say ‘little’, please note that in this instance it’s a purposely reductive exaggeration.” Logan adjusted his glasses as he reviewed his notebook. “Anyhow, we should still be able to complete the kitchen and living room tasks this evening. We may have to move laundry to tomorrow as we can’t have you skipping dinner. Then we—“ He looked up from his notebook. “Oh. Thomas… you’re crying.”

Thomas wiped his eyes and sniffed. He cleared his throat before answering. “Maybe a little.” 

“Are you making a purposeful reductive exaggeration?”

“…”

Logan nodded. “Fair enough. Would you like me to retrieve Patton? Or perhaps Roma—“

“No! God, no, Logan. Please. I can handle a few tears. Wouldn’t be the first time. I can’t deal with how disappointed in me Roman must be right now.” 

“I understand. I’d love to reassure you, but I do not know what anyone is feeling at any moment, let alone anything Roman may feel at this moment.” Logan materialized a handkerchief from the pocket of his jeans and handed it to Thomas, who gratefully used it to wipe his eyes and nose. 

“I can’t expect you to, Logan. It’s not your job.”

“Hmm. Well, I do believe now would be a good time for a brief recess. We can sit on the couch while you gather yourself a bit.”

Thomas didn’t want to argue as he didn’t feel like doing dishes anyway. He picked up his wine glass and shuffled into the living room, making himself comfortable on the leather sofa and watching as Logan sat at the opposite end. 

Logan cleared his throat softly. “Would it be alright if I asked you what has caused you to cry? I was under the impression things with Nico were going well and even after things went less than optimally today, it seems he wants to see you again.”

Thomas felt his heart twist and he hesitated for a good while before correcting Logan. “It’s not Nico…”

“It… it isn’t? Then wh—“ 

“It’s you. Or rather… it’s me. I’m sorry, Logan. I… really let you down today and I… god, I feel awful about it.”

Logan blinked, surprised and doing his best to process this unexpected information, but he listened attentively and didn’t interrupt. 

“You don’t ask for much. Truly, you don’t. You just want to be listened to. And for good reason. And I… I was so quick to leave you behind. To ignore you and… choose my heart. I… geez, I haven’t even known Nico very long and I’m neglecting important work… neglecting taking care of myself and my things and my surroundings… just for even a crumb of his attention.” Thomas gestures to the messy apartment at large. “Because I have this… need to be loved. In ways that… family and friends just… can’t fill alone. I know you don’t understand, but I want to fall in love again. It’s been a while and I’m ready. I want to dance… to be held… to open my heart. And I was hoping Nico could come with all of that.”

Logan took in all of Thomas’ words carefully and turned each one over in his brain until he was sure he understood it all. “I want to start by saying I forgive you. I know I’m not the only one with a job to do. And you’ve always been such a whimsical romantic that I’m not surprised. But I understand, perhaps more than you suspect, the desire to be loved. We, your Sides, Thomas, have just as complex of emotions as you. And we experience them in different ways and at different intensity levels from each other.”

“Mhmm. Well, you did used to smile a lot more. I wish you still did.”

Logan looked down, as if ashamed. “Yes, well. I have less reason to smile these days.”

Thomas felt his heart break for the logical side. “I’d do anything to get you to smile the way you used to.”

Deep inside of Logan’s chest he felt the flutter of a neglected heart. “If I come up with anything, I’ll let you know immediately.”

Thomas nodded and inhaled deeply. “Can I kiss you?”

Error 404: Logan not found. Sanders_Side_Logic.exe has stopped running. “What?”

“Sorry, sorry. May I kiss you?”

“You… want—?”

“…to kiss you. Yes, Logan.”

What does he say to that? He’d be an idiot to decline. But then what happens after? And what about Nico? Oh no, Thomas is looking at him expectantly with those soft, brown eyes and perfect pink lips. He needs to answer. “You… you may. Yes. Please, in fact.”

Thomas moved closer, sitting closer to Logan instead of three feet away on the opposite end of the sofa. He leaned in slowly, but instead of feeling lips against his own, he felt a firm hand on his chest stopping him. He gave Logan a puzzled look. 

“I’m sorry. You still have my consent. It’s just… I have to ask. What about Nico?” 

Sighing softly, Thomas backed up just a little. “Well… what about him? He’s not my boyfriend. I met him in a mall and we went on one… well, one-half… date. I— he reminds me so much of you, Logan. As I was listening to him talk at the art installation… it just made me think of you. And that’s when I realized I’d made a huge mistake. I felt so immediately awful for the way I left things. And… it made me realize that I was chasing something- someone- I already had.”

Logan took a deep breath and played Thomas’ words through his head again carefully. “I believe that you’re implying you have romantic feelings towards me. How could you have been sure that I would return your feelings?”

“I wasn’t. I mean… I hoped, but I wasn’t sure. I took a big risk asking if I could kiss you. But since you said yes, I… assume you… do…?”

Nodding, Logan assured him, “Yes. I very much do. What would you have done if I didn’t?”

“Well, I don’t like to think about that, but I would have given you your space. And after a little time to recover, stuck with the next best thing.”

“And I assume Nico…?”

“Nico would be the next best thing, yes. I like dorky guys who wear glasses and speak at length about things they know a lot about.”

The softest trace of a smile crossed Logan’s lips. “Dorky is rather debatable.”

Thomas laughed softly. “Sure. Let’s debate it another time. I would still like to kiss you.”

It was Logan’s turn to move in closer, his knee bumping Thomas’ thigh as he sat at an angle to face Thomas.

There was no way to know who reached for the other first, but they seemed to fit in place like a two-piece puzzle or a pair of Lego bricks. Logan’s left hand gently cupped Thomas’ cheek as his right hand settled on Thomas’ waist. Thomas lightly combed his fingers through Logan’s hair until his left hand came to rest on the back of Logan’s head, his right hand laying against Logan’s chest. 

They moved in together as if this was a well-rehearsed dance and not a gay couple’s first kiss. Only when their lips finally collided did Thomas realize he’d been holding his breath as it caused him to inhale softly. It was warm, soft, and sincere, making it perfect in every way, and even better than Thomas had ever pictured. The feeling of Logan’s uptempo heartbeat under his hand was the only thing reassuring him this was real and not just another dream or fantasy. 

Logan’s mind quietened and he melted into a world where there were no schedules, no Sides, no Nico, and no expectations… only himself and Thomas. And love. Oh, what an abundance of love. 

As they parted ways, Logan felt a bright expression on his own face that hadn’t been at home there in quite a while. 

Thomas looked at him and his eyes began to water. “There’s that smile I’ve missed so much.”

#thomas x sides #thomasxsides #lomas #thomgan #thomgic #logan sanders #c!thomas #c!thomas sanders #character thomas #character!thomas #character!thomas sanders #character thomas sanders #fluff #first kiss #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction

[moreorlez]

Avatrice fic: The Second Coming (chapter 6)

Ava and Beatrice spent the rest of the night of their first kiss sharing knowing smiles as they went about their daily activities in their apartment.

When they went to bed, they wished each other good night with a sweet kiss that plastered a smile on their faces until they fell asleep.

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The next morning, they took advantage of their new access to each other's lips, sharing little kisses whenever they crossed paths.

The walk to work was very enthusiastic and happier than ever. They shared one last kiss before the headquarters came into view and then made their way inside.

Camila was at her usual spot in the middle of the large courtyard when she spotted them. The guilt of what had happened the day before reflected on her features and this time she didn't dare approach the couple.

While Beatrice went to fetch the things she needed for the day's lesson, Ava approaches the young nun.

"Hi." Ava greets casually, hiding a smile.

"Hey," Camila replies, not noticing the amusement in Ava's voice. "You're not mad at me anymore?" She asks insecurely, as she starts her tirade. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, you know how long I've been rooting for both of you to finally get together. I feel really bad, please forgive me." When her desperate plea is met with silence, Camila really looks at Ava's face.

"Well," Ava clears her throat before announcing. "You have nothing to be sorry for and you are absolutely forgiven. Oh, by the way, mission accomplished." She finishes, unable to hide her smile any longer.

Camila is confused at first but quickly realizes what Ava is referring to. "Shut up, are you serious?!" She lets out, and when Ava just nods with a huge beam on her face, Camila squeals. "Oh my God, oh my God!" but then she looks around remembering where she is. "Okay. I need details." She requests eagerly.

Ava, who has been dying to tell her friend everything, takes action. "Okay, wait a second." She quickly trots over to Beatrice. "Hey, Bea."

Beatrice turns to her immediately. "Yes?"

"Do you mind if I skip practice? I want to hang out with Camila today." Ava consults expectantly.

"Oh, if that's what you want, sure." Beatrice doesn't see anything wrong with that.

"Okay!" Ava smiles. "See you at lunch?"

"Of course," Beatrice replies, but before Ava leaves, she calls out. "Ava?"

"Yeah?" Ava looks at Beatrice curiously.

Beatrice studies her expression, looks in Camila's direction, and then speaks in a low voice. "You're going to tell her, aren't you?"

Ava chuckles. "Um, guilty?" She grimaces, hoping not to make Beatrice uncomfortable.

Beatrice rolls her eyes and then gives a slight warning. "Just... don't go into too much detail, okay?"

Ava looks thoughtful for a second to then deliver. "Yeah... I can't promise that."

Before Beatrice can argue, Ava begins her retreat.

"Bye!" Ava waves as she walks away.

Beatrice scoffs, but when Ava is far enough away and distracted by Camila, she smiles to herself. Beatrice is just happy that Ava has someone to share what's going on between them. She secretly wishes the only person she could gush to about it could be here, too.

...

Camila sighs dreamily at the events Ava has just recounted.

Ava is just as enthralled as Camila, so she almost misses the following words.

"And, do you think that maybe soon you two will ... you know?" Camila wiggles her eyebrows for effect.

That really brings Ava out of fantasy land. She stares at Camila with a raised eyebrow, then chuckles. "Are you sure you're a nun?"

Camila rolls her eyes, not feeling an ounce of guilt as she explains. "Yes, that's why I have to live that part of myself through you," is her short explanation.

Ava shakes her head, but she can't deny that she's grateful to have Camila to share all the beautiful things that are happening in her life. "Okay, fair enough." Ava concedes. "So, about your question..." she exhales; her mind is elsewhere for a moment. A few seconds later, she finishes her thoughts. "I honestly don't know. We are just getting started; we are going slow." Then, with conviction in her voice, she adds. "And I don't mind. In fact, I prefer it that way."

"Ugh, so romantic." Camila swoons.

"I know," Ava joins in the swooning.

"But...!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll tell you, I promise!" Read more...

#avatrice #ava x beatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #beatrice no last name #ava and beatrice #former sister beatrice #warrior nun #halo bearer #warrior nun fanfic #warrior nun is saved #avatrice fic #jealous ava #beatrice is not a virgin anymore #mini love triangle #original character #sister camila #camila captain of the avatrice ship #mother superion #mother superion also joined the avatrice ship #lilith #beatrice needs a hug #ava needs to get laid #the second coming #chapter 6 #ao3

[russilton]

Hiya! I am loving this Rebull!George au! I literally love reading anything about it! I see that you keep saying that interacting and answering questions is helping you flush out the story!? - Is that true? If so is there anything you need to flush or just generally need to write about? Would love to hear anything and everything about this fic!

(This is mainly my way of getting more snippets and spoilers from you 😂)

It really does help!

@thatsmemate can attest after 5 years of knowing me, I am one chatty fucker. I don’t really know when to shut up. Especially when I’m asked to comment on things. My brain is full of opinions only I get to hear and that’s frankly a pain sometimes. How she tolerates me when I can’t and I spend 24/7 with me is astounding . I adore her. The first fic I wrote was directly into her DM’s. I didn’t even realise it was one till she smacked it on a Gdoc and edited it for me… she’s been my no 1 since the beginning hahah.

Gushing aside, it’s a bit like using prompts to put a puzzle together. It’s not a magic cheat code, spamming “okay but what next” doesn’t yield much, BUT getting asked questions? That does. Building a big story like RB George is like putting together a jigsaw puzzle, I have a photo of the end result, I can build up the outline alone, but then I’ve got an empty box, and a collection of blank pieces. While I can work it out alone, having someone hold up a piece and go “hey, where does this go?” Helps prompt my brain to start finding the slot for that one specific piece. In the same way, someone going “so are there any red pieces?” I can start looking for red parts, then arranging them in a place that fits. Someone going “what next” can sometimes leave me stuck because there are so many choices .

At the end of the day tho, the final step? Only I can do that. And that requires a sit down and intense focus, but the bigger grid vaugely placed pieces I have, the better.

Redbull au spoilers below the cut, but the boring kind, plot notes and race result graphs!

But there isn’t much left to go plot wise! I have the whole story split into 4 arcs, I have placed the start and end of those arcs on specific races. I have placed all the points George and Lewis have sex, figured out what kind it is, how it’s initiated, what precedes it, and I have a lot of “this is what Lewis is thinking” notes, and they’re all set to a specific race calendar! For now it’s just filling little bits in and getting started! The only races I’m looking to fill out better are COTA and Turkey, because they’re in the interim period of Lewis approaching Toto about signing George , and the dinner.

I also have some more work to go into their first meetings and races, trying to strike the balance and find the spark point for their relationship is tough, some of it probably won’t come out till I just start the damn thing.

Now here’s some oh so sexy screenshots from my planning documents

Fun fact, the only race with no notes is Qatar (George has signed, but it’s before the break check, I don’t have a lot of ideas as to what could be there atm) , and the race with the most notes is Silverstone ( I am British, they are British, OF COURSE THE DRAMA HAPPENS THERE.)

#redbull george au #asks #anonymous #mark’s fic tag

[kit-williams]

I guess I should do a Soap focused cope fic huh

Gonna be honest he's probably going to be pretty ooc but that's not really the point of these cope fics it's just to help me heal from the trauma of almost losing my best friend/husband

But uh slightly obsessive Johnny (You all know who you are who introduced me to that concept) Also breeding kink Johnny (just warning ya'll when it gets mentioned)

But once I finish coping with it if you all actually want me to fix it up so that Goblin is more of an OC/reader insert and maybe put more thought into the vague plot let me know

Also as much as I love reading other people write Johnny speaking Scottish I am not going to try for this. I will probably come back and edit it when I'm done just writing cope fics

"Nikito scares me." I confess to Soap who looks at me concerned.

"What he do?" He says almost accusatory and I just look down as my lips still feel funny.

"Its his eyes. They're very intense."

"And yet you tell Ghost he has lovely eyes." He teases and I just elbow him. As I look back down at the switch in my hands and the little animal people there. My entire online persona belonged to my half here and as much as I wanted to steal back my accounts I couldn't do that to me. "Is it because of something you know?"

I shrug. I was normally a lorehound for fandoms I was apart of but I was so out of my comfort zone. I am pretty sure there would be other people to kill for this chance and yet here is my ADHD ass here with the brick shithouses known as 141 and Kortac. "Maybe... I don't really have ya'll Wikipedia pages memorized like I did with Halo ones. Just I know he's a scary man. Though I think that describes most of ya'll."

Soap just chuckled as his arm was just wrapped around me. That was something I noticed so far with Ghost and Soap and I suppose König is that they all felt comfortable to holding me or keeping me within arms reach. I guess I wasn't doing so well recently what with the holidays coming up and... I'd be missing his first Christmas.

"Bonnie... you're running into the ocean." Johnny said beside me and I just blinked focusing on what was in front of me and I just shut it off. My palms pressed into my eyes as I wasn't okay... oh God I wasn't okay. I could feel his arms wrap around me tightly. "Do you need me to get Ghost?"

"No. I want to go home." I say with a hiccup in my voice. Oh how pathetic I felt around all these military folks just barely being okay... slowly withering away.

"I know... I know." He whispers to me stopping me from crying. He distracts me by having me move my hand over the shaved part of his head just letting me zone out as I feel the relief of the stimulation. He looked at me with those pretty blue eyes a little darker than my husbands. Dark hair like his... looking at Johnny hurt. Just as long as I never saw him in a kilt I think I could manage. I smile softly. "There's that bonnie smile."

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He was grateful for knowing how he would die and how to avoid it. She tried her best to keep him from looking too hard... she tried really hard to keep the reality where she was from separate. I mean it was a tad odd to see a person with his face not be in the military. The way people gushed about him and the others... and oh she really did try to keep them away from the shipping. Ghoap... he couldn't look at LT for a day.

They broke the rules they had been laid out... they were really simple rules... just stay off of a few websites but no it took them only a few days before they subjected themselves to the content. Gaz was naturally flattered, Price was concerned, Soap found it hilarious, but Ghost was disturbed... couldn't look at Goblin for a few days after finding out what she was into. Soap did his best to keep her away from her "favorite" Kortac operator but it seems he managed to worm his way to her.

But what stuck with Johnny were the pictures on her phone of her, her lad, and the bairn. The way Goblin's eyes sparkled as she held the large baby against her, her lad was a big lad like him cept a bit more round. The videos they would send of the bairn and he could hear it in Goblin's voice of how much she loved them. Of course, her pain was why he and Ghost kept her close. But... she made the cutest little bairn and he could tell it was killing her to lose her lad and her bairn yet seeing them through pictures and messages and feeling so displaced... she couldn't just walk into her old life and take it back she was stuck here and brought up the fact that if she could go back would there just be 2 of her wandering around?

Johnny had to bite his tongue as he wanted to ease that pain... Ghost had been holding him back from scaring Goblin but he could give her a happy little bairn! And it didn't have to just be him he was happy to share with Simon! She even said how she wasn't the best stay at home mom but she was practicing before she had the bairn, Johnny was eager to help get Goblin comfortable and help with whatever little ticks and tricks she needed to be able to be a good mama.

For now Johnny had to be content in comforting their weird little Goblin. He placed small kisses on the top of her head as she leaned on him just calming down.

Maybe Johnny wasn't so disappointed that she might be stuck here.

#coping #cope fic #cod #cod mw2 #Soap #Johnny #john soap mactavish #cod x oc #OC #maybe I'm sprinkling in more plot #maybe everyone isn't fully sane #I really like the idea of unhinged Soap #again all of these fics have stuff for the men that line up parallel to my husband #I have a very healthy relationship with my husband as these are all green flags to me

[letstrywritingmaybe]

I’m only halfway through Royal Blood’s album (I know I should be better. I’ve been slacking music wise *sigh) and it’s so much softer sounding than their other albums. I haven’t looked up the lyrics yet since I usually like to do the first listen just as is. Idk how I feel yet, but I do know I Wish I Cared Less is absolutely due for an update. Especially since I have more songs now. I have a very clear ending and it’s been the same ending I’ve planned from the beginning. I’m just not sure how I’m getting there yet cause I’ve changed my mind a million times. And though I love this verse I really think it needs to end, I don’t like when things are dragged on too long (I’m looking at you Asian dramas cause is 100+ episodes necessary!?! But also det co. Just end so I can stop caring. End my misery and don’t ship bait me cause that fucking sucks ass. I’ve been betrayed before and I’m still bitter). I opened up the doc after forever yesterday and worked on it a little. Since I’m done with the September prompts early, I’m hopefully gonna dedicate the rest of this month to finishing at least the chapter. I feel like it could end in maybe two more? I’ll be one more step closer to freedom. But that really means I won’t feel as bad when I start posting the midnights album fic (which I still need to finish too… it never ends I swear *sigh)

Update: this new fic on ao3 just got me so bad. I have to lie down. I mean I’m already laying down but Omm. I need a moment. I’m telling you CoAi fics written in Chinese just hit different

Update 2: okay now that my Steelers have won and I’m done crying over the win, I can go back to reeling over CoAi. Or I guess shinshi. If you can read fics in Chinese, do yourself a favor and read the latest fic by EvaRosalene cause it is so good! I just finished leaving my comment after thinking about it the whole day after reading it and I’m just… honestly my comment cannot hold a light to the fic, but I had to gush. I pride myself on being a great commenter, even if it’s just me rambling a lot. But it’s always genuine and it’s always me getting in my feels. Especially my long comments, like sorry but I can’t shut up if I really like something. I will let you know it! But anyways, go read the fic. It’s so good!

#cynful babbles #that’s probably why it’s taking me longer to get through the album cause it’s so soft sounding #I mean I’m not like a heavy metal person but I fell in love with Royal Blood from the music first #which is so rare for me as someone who cares so much about lyrics #but Royal Blood and Glass Animals both got me with the vibes first #I just need to get through the album and pick a song then the chapter should be easier to write #I swear I’m slowly finishing all my posted WIPs before another idea consumes me #I’ve been so good about not starting the fics I daydream but sometimes they test me #today it’s the marriage verse. yes I know I wrote one but this one would be canon compliant #update it is now a completely new verse and I can’t stop thinking about it

[crowned-ladybug]

Some doodles for @cartoonsaint‘s fic Invasive Species, because I love that fic to bits and it was high time I actually drew something for it

I know this Benrey borrows features from many, many different creatures, but I can’t help but keep imagining him as just a really fucked up raccoon that refuses to stay raccoon-shaped anyway

#digital art #doodle #fanart #hlvrai #tommy coolatta #benrey #hlvrai benrey #hlvrai sunkist #drew him extra fluffy for rabbit fur reasons. top ten creachers that wanna make you grab your rabbit #rabbit does not appreciate this #anyway this fic is wonderful and i highly recommend giving it a read if you havent already #saint is one of my favourite authors in the hl/hlvrai venn diagram shaped fandom #i aspire to write prose that flows this fuckin well #also i Love smug big sister sunkist she is wonderful and benrey deserves to have someone who bullies him like that #the moment the raccoon mask first came up as a Feature i was already so 👀 👀 👀 at it #bc its such a brilliant detail to put behind the fanon eyeshadow that benrey usually has its perfect #and then his reasoning for it!!! bc of Gordon!!!! #okay i could gush about this fic so much i need to Shut Up #ALSO I LOVE THE NARRATOR. OKAY IM DONE

[jcwriting]

There’s A First Time For Everything

summary ↬ namjoon has never had a blowjob before. you’re about to change that.

pairing ↬ idol!namjoon x reader

genre ↬ smut, pwp (im not kidding there is zero plot to this), fluff, (new) established relationship 

word count ↬ 2.8k

warnings ↬ swearing, oral (m receiving), face fucking, choking, reader has a painful thigh kink (don’t we all), overuse of the word thigh

authors note ↬ listen,,,,i saw that picture of namjoon in shorts (you know the one) and i just,,,lost it. also, this is my first time posting fic for bts and im shitting bricks about it so pls be nice to me!!!!! i hope you enjoy this quick (thirsty) little ode to namjoon’s thighs. pls let me know what you think!

also, the gif above haunts me. everyday. okay, enjoy.

“I want to give you a blowjob.”

Namjoon choked on the swig of water he had just taken. The two of you were watching TV. Actually, Namjoon was watching TV. You were sitting on the floor at the coffee table with your laptop out to answer some work emails. But, you were distracted. Specifically by Namjoon’s shorts. More specifically, Namjoon’s thighs in said shorts. The smooth golden skin was begging for your lips and your fingers itched to scratch your nails down to his knees. Then, your eyes naturally glided further up to the apex of his thighs. Where you knew his cock was resting. Again, just begging to be in your mouth. The thought of your jaw and throat aching while he lost it above you consumed your mind. All hope was lost then.

“You…um. Sorry. You want to do that?”

You cocked your head to the side. “Uh, yeah. Wait, did you want me to ask? I’ll ask. Can I give you a blowjob? Please?”

Namjoon chuckled. “No, no. You don’t have to ask. It’s just, y’know, are you sure?”

“Yes,” you said slowly. What was he not getting? “Do you not want one?”

“No! No, oh my god. I want that. I definitely want that. That’s not the issue.”

“Then, what is?”

Namjoon blew out a breath that fluttered the hair that rested on his forehead. He cupped the back of his neck and rubbed awkwardly. “I’ve never had someone do that to me before. So-”

“What?” You would have been less shocked if he had told you that he was a closeted furry. The two of you had only been dating for about a month so the in-depth what things did your ex do in bed conversation hadn’t been fully fleshed out yet. You knew he had lost his virginity to his previous girlfriend and they had had a healthy sex life, so you had just assumed that him receiving oral was part of that. Yet…this man, this absolute Adonis of a man had never gotten his cock sucked? It was the most absurd thing you had ever heard in your life. “Hold on. You had a girlfriend before me, right? She didn’t go down on you? Ever?”

Namjoon looked like he wanted the couch to swallow him whole but you barely noticed. You were too busy experiencing the shock of your fucking life. “I did. But she - uh, no. She didn’t want to and I didn’t want to pressure her.”

Your heart melted a little before you shut your laptop. Healthy sex life your ass. You were sucking this mans dick and that was final. “I’m going to give you a blowjob, Namjoon. Right now.” You turned to him and began crawling forward. His eyes flew to your ass that swayed in the air and he audibly swallowed. “If you don’t want me to then you need to tell me within the next thirty seconds.”

“Oh God,” he whimpered and spread his legs a little wider. You were salivating. “Yes. As long as you’re sure-” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a heavy groan as your hands slid up his thighs. Finally, you smiled to yourself as you bent your fingers and allowed your nails to dig into the meat of his inner thigh.

“I have a thing for your thighs,” you murmured. “Never realized I had a thigh kink until I met you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want to ride your thighs. Will you let me?”

“God, yes.” Namjoon went to reach for your arms but you batted his hands away. This wasn’t about you right now. This was about him. You reached for your hair and quickly pulled it into a sloppy bun. His eyes followed your movements and you didn’t miss how the bulge in his shorts twitched.

“I need you to tell me if I do something that you don’t like, okay? I want to make you feel good. Don’t be afraid to talk to me. If you like something, let me know. If not, then definitely let me know.” Namjoon nodded feverishly. His eyes were almost black and his chest was straining against his white top. You smirked to yourself. This was going to be fun.

Bending down, you pressed a kiss to the top of his thigh. Your mouth dragged along his skin and you relished in the way he quivered beneath you. Following the seam of his leg before doing the same on the other. Nails pressed little crescent moons into his flesh before your thumbs smoothed over the marks. Your nose lifted the loose material of his shorts up to his hips and skimmed the exposed areas as your tongue reached out to flick the little freckle that found a home on his hip before you set your sights on his dick that was straining for you. Lips that had previously kissed his skin now moved to the fabric that jailed his heavy cock. Sitting back, your thumb traced the underside of his dick softly before you barely brushed over the head. The cotton dragged against your finger and Namjoon huffed loudly before lifting his hips further into your touch.

“Don’t tease.” Namjoon’s voice had lowered a few octaves and the deep tone had you clenching your thighs. His hands fisted the pillows next to him and you could feel the restraint he was exacting on himself through the trembling of his muscles.

“I’m not,” you promised. “I’m just making sure you’re ready.”

“I am. Swear to God.”

Unable to keep the smile off your face, you nodded and reached for the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his hips and helped you shove the material to his ankles. That was when you realized two things.

One, he was right. His cock laid thick and proud on his stomach and was weeping for you. He was of average length but his girth let you know that were going to struggle to fit him in your mouth. The thought only made you shiver in delight. A phantom pain panged in your gut when you took in the slight curve of the head, knowing it was going to hit everything you needed.

Second, he had the prettiest cock you had ever seen. You never thought dicks were pretty. In fact, you were pretty resolute on that thought. Most likely due to the disgusting amount of unsolicited dick pics you had received in your life. But, Namjoon’s?  You wanted to take a picture, frame it and admire it whenever you wanted to. The skin that stretched around his width was a shade darker than the rest of him and his cock head, a pretty red color, made you want to see how far down you could get the flush to go.

You wrapped your hand around his length and twisted up. Namjoon’s back arched off the couch and a string of curses fell off of his lips. Your thumb collected the glistening pre-cum on his tip and used it to smooth your palm over him.

“I normally don’t say this,” you said as you became infatuated with the vein that ran along the underside of his cock, “but if you want to send me a dick pic, I definitely won’t complain. Like, ever.”

“B-baby, I’ll give you whatever you want. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” Namjoon moaned, throwing his head back when your thumb pressed against the delicate skin that resided under the his mushroom tip.

You giggled lightly. “So sensitive. I’ve barely even started.”

Namjoon opened his mouth to say something but you didn’t give him a chance. You licked the vein that had caught your eye earlier and followed it to the top before enveloping the head of him into the heat of your mouth. You relished the broken groan that he let out. Several kitten licks were placed on his weeping slit before taking him deeper. You worked slowly, gauging his reaction as you took him further. He responded well, panting and moaning in encouragement, head still thrown back against the couch.

“You can look at me, you know,” you reminded him as he popped out of your mouth. Kisses were mouthed over the soft skin that was wrapped around the steel of his erection. Your hand used your spit as lube to tug him harder.

“Can’t,” Namjoon gasped. “Gonna blow my load if I watch you.”

“That’s kind of the whole point.”

“Not yet,” he whined. “I don’t want this to be over.”

You pinched his hip until he met your gaze, offering him a sweet smile. “This isn’t going to be the last time I get on my knees for you, baby.” You held his wide-eyed stare as you took him back into your mouth. Ignoring how his hands seemed to flutter around you, unsure of what to touch, you focused on sliding him further into your mouth. Then, you sucked hard, using your tongue to lave at the warm skin.

Namjoon lost it above you. He released a strangled moan that caused your core to absolutely gush. One hand finally tangled into your hair and the other gripped your shoulder with warning, which you ignored. You merely sucked and pulled harder. Namjoon’s hips flexed, causing the tip of him to slam into the back of your throat. Not expecting it, you couldn’t help but cough around him as your eyes watered.

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry.” Namjoon used the hand on your shoulder to yank you off. His thumbs wiped at the tears that trickled down your cheeks, the concern etched across his face made you feel warm inside. “Shit, are you okay?”

“I am, promise,” you assured him. “Just give me a second, okay?”

He nodded while pushing back some of your hair that had escaped your sloppy up-do. You gently removed his hands before looking down at his length that was still clutched in yours. As much as he had shocked you, the thought of him fucking your face was not something you shied away from. Really, it was exactly what you wanted. But you needed to prep a bit first.

When you took him back in your mouth, you focused on relaxing the muscles in your throat. Breathing deeply through your nose, you slowly worked yourself further down until your nose was pressed into the base of him. Spit trickled out of your mouth and over his balls as you pulled back. You did this a few more times, working past your gag reflex and allowing your throat to get used to the intrusion.

Namjoon was anything but quiet as you deep throated him. It was honestly the sexiest thing you had ever heard. While your past lovers hadn’t necessarily been quiet, the praises Namjoon kept raining on you and the beautiful noises he made were music to your ears. Your body certainly agreed. Your cunt ached to be filled and the fabric of your panties was soaked through. But, you ignored your needs and focused on the panting man before you.

“Okay,” you nodded as you popped him out of your mouth. “I’m ready.”

It took Namjoon’s brain a few seconds to process what you said. He shifted restlessly on the couch cushions as you ran your hands over his thighs. “Huh? W-what did you say?”

“I’m ready for you to fuck my face.”

His pupils were blown wide as he stared at you with an open mouth. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What if I want it to hurt?” You stared at him while purring the words that was his undoing. Namjoon’s eyes got impossibly darker as his chest expanded with a sharp intake of breath. He spread his legs wider and gently held the back of your head as he guided you down his shaft. You held eye contact with him as he cautiously raised his hips to meet your lips. Once he saw no signs of distress from you, he began thrusting more consistently as you bobbed your head to match his rhythm.

His steady movements didn’t last long but it didn’t bother you. You were more than happy to take over for him. Like you said, this wasn’t going to be the last time you worshipped his cock. The two of you had plenty of time to figure things out. Plus, knowing how much you clearly affected him gave you all the motivation you needed.

Your throat began to tense up again so you focused your attentions on his sensitive head and let your hands twist up to your mouth and back down. The sounds of your palm gliding along his slick skin and your lips sucking tightly filled the spacious living room. They were nearly drowned out by Namjoon, though.

“Baby, oh f-fuck…shit,” he keened loud and hard when your other hand moved to brush over his swollen balls. You cupped them gently and rolled them between your fingers. Even as he was practically thrashing against you, hips thrusting in an aimless rhythm, the hand he had originally placed on the back of your head remained there. He applied no pressure, allowing you to set the pace, but it also seemed to ground him. To remind him that this wasn’t a dream.

“M’gonna cum. Baby…baby, I’m gonna cum. Soon, oh God,” he babbled. You appreciated the warning but you didn’t need it. He was twitching wildly in your mouth and your tongue was coated with the salty essence of his pre-cum. In response, you ran your index finger on that sensitive spot behind his balls and that’s when Namjoon exploded.

Thick ropes of white shot down your throat, causing you to almost gag. Instead, you swallowed past the reflex and took as much as you could. By the fourth stream, a bit had managed to slip past the suction of your mouth and dribble down his cock. You were quick to clean up, licking at the mess the both of you had made before returning to his tip. You suckled the sensitive head until Namjoon practically shoved you away from him.

When you looked up you were met with a glorious sight. Namjoon was completely fucked out, twitching against the couch and his broad chest heaving for air. Sweat beaded his sharp jaw line and trickled down the column of his throat. His face was tilted towards the ceiling and his hair was haphazardly pushed off of his forehead. He looked completely ruined and entirely yours.

“Was that good?” You asked softly as you rose to your feet, ignoring the sharp ache in your knees. Namjoon made an unintelligible sound in the back of his throat that you took as a resounding yes. He cracked his eyes open and looked at you with such adoration you couldn’t help but blush.

“Really?” He murmured. “Don’t get shy on me now. You can’t just suck the life out of me one second and then start blushing like a school girl immediately after.”

“It’s called duality,” you muttered as your cheeks flushed darker. Namjoon snorted and reached for you, pulling you onto his lap. His spent cock nestled between your thighs and his eyes rolled back into his head when he felt the simmering heat through the fabric of your shorts.

“I need five minutes. Then, I swear to God, I’m going to eat you out like you deserve.”

Giggling, you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the strands of hair at the base of his neck. “You don’t have to. This wasn’t a quid pro quo situation. I gave you a blowjob because I wanted to. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“It’s either you give me five minutes so that I can eat you out or ten minutes so I can fuck you into next week. You decide.”

His determination brought a smile to your face until you took in the purple bags under his eyes and how his eyelids kept drooping lower and lower. “How about a nap first, hm? I’ll decide after you get some sleep.”

Namjoon looked like he wanted to protest but you kissed him instead. His argument clearly wasn’t that strong because when you pulled away he was nodding in resignation. You helped him pull up his shorts and squealed when he lifted you up into his arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you let him carry you into the bedroom and wrap the both of you up in the comforter. You hadn’t planned on sleeping with him, wanting to get more work done while he slept. But the faint scent of his aftershave and the soft way he caressed your spine could lull an insomniac to sleep. Who were you to refuse?

“Wake me up when you decide,” Namjoon whispered into your hair. You nodded against his chest, and within minutes the two of you slipped into a deep slumber. Happy and content.

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[selfcarecap]

Dumbass [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: You know Peter has a crush on someone. Peter knows you have a crush on someone. How long will it take for you to realise you’re each other’s crushes?

warnings: a bit of smut, awkwardness but not too much?, fluff

word count: 2.5k

-this is a repost of an old fic-

using this gif (not mine) again

“Did you see Peter in his blue sweater today? That colour suits him so much,” you say to Mj, “But the flannel the other day? Looked so good too. I think every colour is Peter’s colour-” Mj makes a gagging sound, and you shut up.

Face heating up, you stop gushing about Peter and pretend to be occupied with a textbook instead.

-

“She has the cutest smile I’ve ever seen, Ned. You can’t tell me otherwise. And sometimes when I catch her not paying attention in class, you know her head lying on the table and looking around the room like she’s dreaming, I just want to go straight to her and cuddle her.“

Peter stops walking when he realises Ned’s gone. He goes back a few steps and finds the entrance of the cafeteria that he just went past.

He catches up to Ned, hoping that no one saw him talking to himself about you.

-

You greet Peter with a smile when he and Ned join you at lunch.

Mj is the first to speak, pointing at you, “This girl needs to shut up about- ow,” you kick her under the table.

“Don’t worry I’m not spilling your secret. I was just going to tell Ned how annoying it is that you constantly talk about a certain someone.”

You glare at her and she smiles devilishly.

“You have a crush on someone?” Peter asks you, voice a little higher than usual.

“Oh um, it’s nothing,” your face feels hot.

Mj furrows her brows, “That’s bullshit. She’s actually in love and it’s annoying.”

“Tell me about it. Peter keeps going on and on about- ow! Peter, what the fuck? I wasn’t going to say her name, that’s not my secret to tell,“ Ned says.

Mj and him exchange a look that implies they both know who your crush is, and also who Peter’s crush is.

If Mj knows, why hasn’t she told you yet? She probably doesn’t want to hurt your feelings, and she keeps telling you to stop talking about Peter as a subtle way to let you know you have no chance because he’s into someone else.

Who could it be? You wouldn’t be surprised if Peter had a crush on Mj - she’s beautiful.

Even if it is her, Peter’s not Mj’s type, so maybe you still have a chance.

But you’re not sure if you’d want to compete against your best friend, even if she’s not interested in Peter. Whoever it is, according to Ned, Peter’s so deep in already that it would take a while to win him over anyway.

You can hear Peter calling your name in your daydream. He says your name so many times that you finally realise he’s saying it in real life, “Oh-what?” you ask, realising that it’s only you and him left at the table.

“Don’t we have chemistry?”

“We do, yeah.”

“Okay, then do you want to walk to class together?”

Oh, he’s talking about the school subject. Of course, of course.

You and Peter have a few classes together that day, and you’re staring at him throughout more than half of the time. Only when he notices your staring and looks at you - that’s when you quickly divert your gaze.

Staring at Peter makes the time go by fast. Before you know it, everyone around you is packing their things.

You catch Peter looking at you out of the corner of your eye. He hesitates for a few seconds but then walks over to you.

“Uh this new film’s out with uh.. Pete Davidson, I think. Maybe you want to watch it together.. like with me I mean?”

His forehead’s almost dripping in sweat and he corrects himself, “Just as friends, of course.”

“Yeah for sure. When’s it on?”

“Any day, really. I’m free today or next week if you want.”

You’re having a good hair day, so you tell him today sounds good.

“I can text you what time it’s on and you just tell me what fits best, then?”

“Yup, can’t wait!”

You manage to flee before breaking out in the biggest smile ever, not wanting to show him any type of reaction that might reveal your crush on him.

On your way home, you get a text from Peter, telling you when it’s on.

It’s weird to be texting him.

So far you’ve only messaged each other about college or when you were meeting as a group with Mj and Ned.

You grin at your phone as you realise this progression. Maybe you still have a chance after all.

To make sure you know what to expect you ask Mj if Peter invited her too, but she replies with a suggestive text, teasing you and calling it a date.

No matter how excited you truly feel, you try to calm yourself down. Just a few hours ago Ned was telling you about Peter’s crush. Maybe he really just wants to become better friends with you. Or what if he wants to ask you for girl advice - and Mj’s not invited because he wants to ask you about her?

Instead of overthinking, you spend about an hour distracting yourself with possible outfits until you’re happy with the outcome. Cute but casual.

Peter’s eyes go wide when he sees you and you’re sure he’s about to compliment you.

That’s when he bites his lip and seems to remember that he has a crush on someone else, so he just holds the door open for you.

You don’t really feel awkward until the cashier suggests the couples deal for you, which you both decline too quickly.

Apart from the sex scene in the first five minutes, during which you try not to move or do anything to pull Peter’s attention towards you, the film is nice.

After you both get more comfortable next to each other, you start whispering funny things, or how the mother looks exactly like Aunt May, to each other and don’t hold back when laughing.

Even though the film’s good, it’s over two hours and you’re getting a little tired. You’d love to lean your head against Peter’s shoulder but if he shrugs you off because he doesn’t like you like that, you wouldn’t survive the embarrassment.

Instead, you give him the chance to possibly make the first step, laying your hand on the rest between your seats.

His hand brushes against yours after a few minutes and your heart speeds up. However, he apologises quickly, he’d just been going to grab his drink.

You stay in your seats when the film’s over, waiting in case there’s another scene at the end. As the credits roll on the screen, you start talking again.

At some point, you thank him for inviting you and tell him you had a nice time.

He doesn’t respond. His mouth is open only slightly. Peter bites his lip and leans towards you.

Wait, is he about to kiss you?

“What about your crush?” you ask before his lips can touch yours, wanting to punch yourself in the face just as the words leave your mouth.

He sits back with an open mouth again, hand going to scratch his neck.

“Sorry, I just thought you were going to kiss me but then I remembered how Ned said you have a crush on someone and I don’t want to like.. get between you and them if there’s anything going on.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. I forgot you have a crush on someone else um, I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah I have a crush but..,” you can’t believe you’re telling him, “I have a crush on you. I know you said this isn’t a date and stuff but I still like you.”

You’re both confused at the whole situation, looking at each other, silently asking what’s going on. Did you really just confess?

“You... have a crush on me?”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you say.

“But.. I have a crush on you.”

You pause once more before realising,

“Wait, are we both dumbasses?”

“I think so,” Peter says, leaning over the armrest again and you’re ready to bury your fingers in the hair at the back of his neck.

Just as you’re about to kiss, the same cashier from earlier clears his throat from beside you, “Sorry, but the film’s over. I have to clean here.”

You both murmur apologies and gather your things in a rush.

It’s hard to get into the same topic again after you’ve gone to the bathroom and you’re on your way home.

The moment is gone but you’re sure he’s thinking about the same thing as you.

You’re the person Peter has a crush on, and just that makes you want to smile the whole time on your way home.

You live a block away from Peter so you convince him that you can go the one street alone, walking him up to his door.

He’s the one who brings up the moment from the cinema.

“You know what I said earlier, I meant it. You’re the girl I have a crush on. The only one.”

“I also meant what I said.”

You smile and climb up the last step so you’re level with him.

Peter’s eyes close as he moves towards you and you do the same, ready to feel his lips on yours but a voice interrupts you, “Get it, girl!” It’s Mj.

“That’s my boy!” Ned adds.

You both turn to see where the voices are coming from.

On the other side of the street, you see Mj and Ned with empty pizza boxes, rooting for you.

“Were they spying on us to see if we figured out that we’re each other’s crushes.. and to see us kiss?”

“Shit, looks like it,” Peter chuckles, “Sorry, that really killed the mood, huh?

“I don’t know. I still really want to kiss you.”

He grins and you see him flip Ned off before suggesting, “Maybe we can go inside so our best friends don’t watch our first kiss.”

You giggle and push him past the door, throwing a last glare over your shoulder to see Mj giving you a thumbs up.

Standing in Peter’s stairwell, you’re only a few inches from him, ready to finally get the kiss you’ve been waiting for, in private.

You smile at each other, cheeks hurting because of it.

Yet another time, as you can already feel his breath against your face, you’re interrupted.

This time it’s a cute dog though, wagging its tail and jumping up at your legs, “Dodger!” the bearded owner calls his dog over, “Sorry for interrupting you two. Have a nice evening.”

“You too, sir,” you say, looking at Peter who’s running a hand over his face.

“I think everyone’s collective goal for today is to stop us from kissing.”

“Well, I’m not letting them win. How about we go to your room?”

Once you’re in his apartment you’re stopped by May, who teases you two about your date.

Somehow you end up making small talk with her for at least fifteen minutes. When you tell her about the actress in the film who looked like her she wants to see photos online, and you and Peter manage to escape to his room when she gets carried away on her laptop.

As soon as the door falls shut, Peter presses you up against the door, kissing you as if his life depended on it. You also get a chance to run your hands through his soft hair, pulling at the ends of it.

You progress to the bed, and at first the kisses stay innocent, his hands on your waist or back.

But after a few minutes, the kisses get wetter, just like your panties.

You have no intention of scaring Peter off or corrupting him after your first date, so you start pulling away, out of breath.

He notices that your body language is suddenly different, “Everything okay?”

You sit back on your knees, fanning yourself and putting a small distance between you two.

“Are you hot? Do you want water?” he asks.

“Thanks, I’m okay. I think I should go now.”

You’re desperate to touch yourself, and you’ll be home in less than ten minutes.

Peter’s fingers wrap around your wrist as you stand up, “Did I do something wrong? I-I thought you-”

“No! You’re fine, you’re great actually. I just wasn‘t expecting you to be this great already.” You have a feeling your eyes are shining just as brightly as Peter’s.

“Oh wait- are you?”

You nod, “I’m… really turned on right now, but you don’t owe me anything but maybe we should stop the kissing as long as you don’t want me to explode right now.”

“I’d love to help you, I just don’t know much about it.”

You lick your lips, “I honestly just need a little bit of friction.”

He looks at you, stretching one of his legs out from underneath him, “I don’t know if that’s going to work, do you maybe want to… like,” he motions to his thigh and you nod quickly, straddling his muscular leg.

“You sure that’s okay?”

“Use me however you want,” he says, “I mean not however. Maybe don’t like amputate my leg or-”

You shut him up by taking his face in your hands and kissing him again, cutting off his nervous (but cute) rambling.

Getting used to the kissing and the position, you feel more confident after a few minutes.

Your hips start moving in a back and forth motion on his thigh, nearly crying out because you’re finally getting what you need.

Peter breaks up the kiss only to show you a quick grin, and he’s on you again.

He gives you breaks to breathe in between kisses as you’re starting to feel dizzy from the pleasure and not breathing properly, but it all feels too good.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whisper into his neck and his hands move to your ass, helping you move your hips quicker.

You do your best to stay quiet, as the feeling of an overwhelming orgasm washes through you, muffling your moan in his hoodie as pleasure takes over from riding his thigh.

Taking a deep breath once it’s over, you lift your head and Peter’s smiling up at you, rubbing your back, “That feel good?”

“Amazing. What about you?” you ask.

It’s getting harder to not acknowledge his boner, but Peter senses how tired you already are.

“You don’t have to do anything, just give me two minutes.”

He disappears for a few minutes while you recover.

You’re tempted to text Mj and let her know what just happened, but she’d just tease the fuck out of you so you think you’ll keep this secret for a bit.

You make it official to your small circle of friends a week later. But while you discover your boundaries and likes in the bedroom, you decide it’s only you two who need to know what exactly you‘re getting up to for now.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #this is the first repost where i’m a bit... hmmm. not sure this is tooo great lol #peter parker smut #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #idk like the start is really cute and then it gets a bit... idk? and then at the end its fine again #but maybe someone wants it so i thought i’d repost it #the film is king of staten island btw. and marisa tomei plays his mom so.... #lol #peter parker #fem!reader #selfcarecap

[deviltoys]

— ‘𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝘆.’

sakusa kiyoomi x top!male reader. (wc; 1.7k)

#a/n: lolol self-indulgent sakusa fic because i wanna breed him so bad. this is painfully horrible and short but hopefully enough to feed everyone for the time being!

warnings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, blindfold, overstimulation, breeding k., frat!au, gangbang, dubcon turned con, belly bulge, cum inflation, no aftercare, manipulation, sex slavery, implied somnophila.

joining the most prominent fraternity on campus was the last thing on his mind. sakusa struggled immensly when it came to social interaction, he even took extra precautions to avoid having to exchange any dialogue between peers. especially a bunch of guild boys who could barely keep their heads attached to their shoulders; but atsumu had somehow convinced him to give it a shot.

according to the miya twin, he needed to push past this boundaries and explore his comfort threshold a little more. the perfect place to do just that? a frat house. who's more loud and rowdy than a couple of douchebag adults trying to assert their alpha-ness by hosting a copious amount of house parties.

as much as he beseeched and argued against it, the frat scene had him hook, line and sinker. and soon, the unbearable pull of charming guys passing around pamphlets for recruitment day had caught up to him.

the hall of residence was a lot more alluring that media would lead on. he was pleasantly surprised by the cleanliness and charm of the home; the parade of shirtless guys crowding around the hobby room only added a sense of authenticity to the whole ordeal.

after he was plucked into the roster of other men trying their hand at slipping a way into the frat life of their dreams. the initiation was on the horizon, and sakusa’s overwhelming social anxiety from the day prior came flooding right back into his system. he had forgotten the most important rule about a brotherhood, proving your worth and loyalty to your new family.

the two paths you could choose to go down were no bed of roses— the first opportunity was to streak and sprint down the length of the campus yard. or a play special game, in which your fellow brothers would surprise you with.

no way in hell would he sacrifice his dignity by stripping down bare and humiliating himself in front of the entire university. his education was on the line, he had a reputation to uphold; the only option was to partake in whatever the sorority had waiting for him.

that's where you came in, merely handing the dark-haired male a piece of cloth to don around his eyes. the last thing he could recall about his surroundings was the eeriely warm yet sadistic expression you gave him— his vision melting into a blur of black when the blindfold made contact his skin.

“just find a place to sit on one of the couches, my brothers’ll be with you soon.” your tone was low and gravely, the remainder of his senses were heightened due to his loss of vision. his ears exploding with your voice and your voice only, he felt the flesh on his cheeks bleed from pink to red; praying you wouldn't notice his shift in attitude.

“ye- yeah.. okay, thanks.”

your footsteps faded into the backdrop, signalling him to begin his search for the couch. he'd rather die than have you watch him scramble around the room like a headless chicken. he stumbled around a little, as predicted— bumping into furniture here and there before his hips knocked into a pool table frequently used for beer pong.

his hands feel around the object in an attempt to slip past it, amongst all the chaos he's experiencing he's dimly aware of the presence of a group of people. the scuffling of shoes against the hardwood floors only solidify his suspicions, but before he's able to call out to you; or anyone. heavy pressure is placed atop his shoulder blades— the curve of hips lace into the divit of his ass until he's pressed against the table.

the silence drifting around the open space between your bodies isn't broken, nobody dare mumbles a sound. your broad palms slink up the underside of his shirt, keeping a painfully slow pace up his chest until your fingers pinch the first nipple they come in contact with. your free hand snakes around his hip and dips into the hem of his jeans before making it's way into the waistband of his boxers.

his body shudders desperately, thighs bucking forward as your fist pumps around the length of his twitching cock. by the time he can gasp out a flurry of winces, two fingers that weren't there previously, poke and prod around his rim. devilishly forcing his walls to mold around them and shape room for a few more.

both of your hands now find a home around his hips. your groin, which is positioned at his rear, ruts the outline of your erect bulge against his ass— plowing the multitude of fingers already planted inside of him, deeper. this only entails that the fingers now wrapped around his cock, teasing his chest, and sinking into the depths of his rectum all belong to a different set of people.

he once more unclamps his jaw to sputter out more nonsense, only moaning once the warm, wet agitation of lips suck a dark mark into the curve of his collarbone. he's overcome with bliss, marveling in the way each frat member simultaneously toys with his sensitive body.

an abundance of hands fumble with his zipper, unbuckling the leather around his waist— unlooping the material before tossing it aside. you shove his pants down past his calves, releasing your grip on him so that you're able to abandon your own set of clothes. there's more rustling of clothes and clinking of belt buckles and your hands return to him once more, binding his arms and shoulders while gently bending him onto the table.

bracing for impact, he's pleasantly astonished when his chin and shoulders sink into something soft and pillowy. you were kind enough to replace the hard surface beneath him with one of the sofa cushions, strengthening his trust in you.

with his body now calm and relaxed with aura around the six of you, you take a few moments to prepare your cock to breed your good little fuck toy.

hot breath teases the meek, male’s ear; your monstrous cock pressing into puckered hole only making the lewd torture of the situation worse.

“miya told us you'd like to become our little breeder sakusa, we've had our eye on you for awhile. is this true? do you want us to pump your little womb full of our children?”

atsumu? he was the one who had him in this position, such a trusted friend making him seem special enough to catch the attention of these compassionate boys? maybe he was born to be a slave for cock. atsumu wouldn't lie to him, would he?

oh poor kiyoomi, if only he saw right through that twisted facade.

you growl into the shell of his ear, he figures that you're the one who's bending over his back; threatening to breach his fertile hole. being the head of the frat, you got first dibs on all the fresh meat brought in, it's sad you'd have to share this one with your brothers.

there's nothing sakusa has to resist with, he whimpers out a few noises before you're rewarded with a barade of nods. a rise of chuckles and quiet exclamations from the group feed through his brain— apparently all of your peers are patiently waiting for their own couple of minutes with him. silent vulgarites phase past your teeth as you impatiently card a hand through his thick curls. plunging into the boy with one fluid motion, your cock vanishes from sight, disappearing inside of his stomach.

his ebony iris’ screw shut behind the blindfold. you can feel the way his womb parts just for your cock, the slimey g-spot of his is completely ignored as you push past it; the fat head of your cock mercilessly drilling into his belly. your cock is on full display, the layers of flesh seperating you from the outside world bend and jiggle around the outline of your shaft.

“i sure do hope you have enough room for all of our cum in there.” your thrusts don't falter, not daring to give his poor, ruined prostate a breather. “because we're not stopping until every single one of us has had a chance to knock you up!”

with those final words rolling off your tongue, your hips snapped long and harsh strokes into his twitching hole— cum bursting at the seams of your slit, balls tightening and enlarging as the pent up pleasure and lust readied the fat sacks for release. sakusa feels his tummy bloom with the first batch of warmth, sticky ropes of seed shoot right inside. perfectly filling him up in preparation for the next cock eager to breed his tight ass!

so wonderful, his womb feels so full and claimed! a bright and hot flush pools across his face; without warning the next cock sinks even deeper than the last. more of the groups genes passing through him, mating the frat’s new bitch over and over again. he's hit by a wave of orgasms after the second brother slams himself nice and deep, pumping his seed inside him once more. his asshole greedily opening and closing to filter as much thick cum as humanly possible into his intestines. before he's able to come to his senses, he's already chubby with semen; happily inviting the next member to come and breed his stupid body.

the entire night is flooded with sounds of hiccuping, skin on skin contact, and the leaking of cum being deposited right back into sakusa. the incredible feeling of his frat brothers groping and touching him up have him cumming time after time— all night he's shuddering as another orgasm passes through his frame.

once he's positively gushing with cum and reduced to nothing but an overstimulated puddle of arousal— you scoop up his limp, bloated body, collecting the rest of your buddies before carrying him to his very own dorm. labeling his room, the ‘breeding room’. the sorority didn't let him waste a dime of time rejuvenating his body with sleep. they didn't want their new play thing to go to waste; he was awoken multiple times during the wee hours of the night. cock fitted tightly between his lavish cheeks.

he was certainly going to love it here, nothing but a obedient puppet.

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[mooniejunie]

Wouldn’t Change a thing- B.B.

marvel cinematic universe

- pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader

- genre: smut

- word count: 2.6k

- summary: when you admit to bucky that you’ve never finished more then twice at one time, he see just how many times he can push you over the edge.

- warnings: smut, unprotected vaginal sex, oral!female receiving, choking, slight degradation, soft dom!bucky, sub!reader, praise!kink, orgasm denial, might be a spank or two,

-A/N: this is literally just porn, no plot. this is also the first time i have ever written smut, i’m trying to get used to it a bit and find out wether or not i’m going to write any for my bucky fic, other then that let me know what you think.

credit to the rightful owner of the gif!

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A choked gasp escaped your lips as Bucky pushed you up against the wall. His lips immediately attached to your neck, which had fallen back in pure bliss. His plump lips worked magic against the skin of your throat. The trailing of wet kisses and light nips of his teeth felt amazing. Blood rising to the top of the skin resulting in little bruises.

When you emitted to your boyfriend earlier in the night— curled against his side, you two in your own little bubble at one of Tony’s many ridiculous parties—that you had never come more than twice in one setting, that being with him. You definitely didn’t expect him to respond with a sly “I like a challenge.” and then proceed to drag your body, through the crowd and up the floors of the compound to his room. But then again, it’s not like you were complaining.

Bucky moved one hand to rest at the small of your back, pulling your body flush against his chest. Then moving his hands to the back of your thighs as he holsted your weight up as you wrap your legs around his hips.

His lips drifted back to yours, smashing together in a bruising kiss. The kiss was messy, spit mixing together, tongues wrestling for dominance. But it was as passionate as ever.

Bucky walked you back towards his bed, breaking the kiss and throwing your body onto the soft surface as if you were a doll. You waited for him to lay with you but he never did.

“Undress.” He demanded. His voice deep with lust.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly before you complied. Propping yourself up on your knees, you reach behind your back unzipping your dress. He watched as the silky material fell from your body, leaving you in a deep red and black strappy lingerie set.

Bucky eyed you for a moment before you went to unclasp your bra. “Don’t.” He stopped you. Your hands fell back to your side in obedience, just what he wanted.

You were always so good for him. An obedient little slut that does whatever he tells her to.

And looking at your lace covered form now, he knew you had planned this all along. You’d planned to bring up the topic of conversation earlier, you’d planned for him to absolutely demolish you tonight. And who was he to deny you that wish.

Bucky took slow steps towards the bed, crawling on and pushing your body flat onto the mattress. Like a predator about to devour its prey.

“So pretty for me.” He husked. Your eyes were wide and full of innocence as he finally met yours again. Despite him having taken every ounce of innocence from you a long time ago. Bucky loved it. The way you looked so stunning under him.

When he’d tie you up and have you screaming for him, your shaking form underneath him, the way he felt so protective over you.

“So, so pretty.” He held a contemplative look on his face. “Wanna fuck you in this.” He ran his fingertips over the straps of your panties. “But I also wanna rip it off you.” Both his hands grabbed your hips hard as he pulled them up to meet his own.

“Please, Bucky.” Your voice was pitiful. Weak and broken with need.

“Be patient, doll. I’ll make you feel good.” Bucky muttered as he placed a large hand over the expanse of your stomach and pushed your body flat onto the bed again.

You laid your head back against the pillows. Trying to relax and be a good girl.

Bucky’s hands danced along your skin, the cold vibranium of his left arm leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your body stuttered when you felt his metal fingers drag along your clothed slit, the material of your panties soaked completely in your arousal.

“You're dripping, sweetheart.” Bucky rubbed your sex through your panties, the touch so light, so teasing it was hardly there. “I told you I was in need of a challenge, but this, my love, this is no challenge.”

With his words he pushed your panties to the side and dipped two of his cold vibranium fingers into your soaked pussy. He spread your arousal around your slit before pulling his hand away, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking every last drop from them. “You taste so good, doll.” He groaned.

You looked up at him, your irritation and arousal growing exponentially. “Please, Bucky.” You pleaded. He was teasing you, but he just couldn’t help it with the way you react to his touches.

Bucky slid a finger underneath one of the straps along your hip bone, pulling back then letting the elastic snap against your delicate skin. You jumped at the contact, but your body defied you with the desperate moan that escaped your parted lips.

“Keep count for me. Okay, sweet girl?” He trailed down your body, pressing your legs apart and settling in between them.

“Okay.” You mustered up the strongest voice you could.

The sight of Bucky’s eyes directly on your pussy still made you anxious, no matter how many times the two of you had been intimate. Every time was better than the last.

He licked his lips before using his fore and middle fingers to scoop up some of the arousal leaking out of your hole, lifting it up to your clit. The sight was erotic and he loved it. Your clit pulsating for his touch, the slow movements of his fingers causing your pussy lips to spread giving him the most beautiful view of your clit all the way down to your tight little hole.

You threw your head back in pleasure as Bucky began a slow and steady pace of rubbing your clit, just as you got used to the rhythm, allowing the pleasure to course through your body, he stopped. Replacing his forefinger with his thumb and using his middle finger to circle your entrance.

The tight circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves didn’t slow as Bucky plunged his middle finger into your little hole. Your walls clenching around him, before you relaxed, welcoming the intrusion. Your repetitive moans mixed with the wet and filthy sounds of your gushing pussy filled the room.

The familiar pressure was building in your stomach, your walls clenching around Bucky’s fingers as he added another. Your legs clenched shut around his hand, he quickly pried them apart.

“Be a good little slut and hold this up for me.” Bucky demanded grabbing one of your legs. You moaned at the degradative term but nonetheless grabbed your leg, holding it out of the way for him. He wanted a perfect view to watch that little pussy of yours clench and quiver.

He began to rub your clit faster, messaging the nerves. The feeling of his cold metal fingers sliding in and out of you and the pleasure to your clit became too much. The knot in your stomach snapping as your leg shook in your grasp. Waves of pleasure raked through your body, your mind numbing over with ecstasy. Bucky fucked you through your orgasm with his fingers, prolonging it for as long as he could. Rubbing your sensitive little nub until you were pushing him away.

“Look at that sweetheart, it’s so easy.” Bucky husked as he pressed a kiss to your clit. Your body jolted at the contact, far too sensitive for his touch. “Look at me.” He demanded.

Your eyes were still glued shut, body numb and tired. But Bucky wasn’t having it, he brought his hand down, slapping your pussy. Just hard enough to send a sting to the area, which then spread throughout your whole body. Reluctantly you opened your eyes to meet his. Bucky sent you a look, as if he was asking you to do something, and then you remembered he’d asked you to count.

“One.” You choked.

“Good girl.” Was all Bucky said before he dove back into your pussy. His tongue lapping up all of your cum. The pain of the oversensitivity soon became pleasurable, you moaned loudly as Bucky licked up your slit to your clit. Circling the nub with his tongue before pulling it between his lips, sucking lightly. He brought his teeth around your clit, pulling back a bit.

“Bucky...” You moaned, you weren’t sure whether you were asking him to stop or for more. No matter, he didn’t stop. Licking back to your entrance, slipping his tongue in and fucking you.

Your next orgasm came much faster. The pleasure racking through you, your hips bucked up into his face.

Bucky grabbed your hips, holding you against his tongue as he took in all of your cum. “Two.” You breathed.

But Bucky didn’t even think about stopping, continuing to eat your pretty pussy. His tongue slipping in and out of you, his hands holding you legs wide. Tears welded in your eyes from how good it felt. You looked a mess when he lifted his pretty blue eyes up to your face. Head thrown back, lips parted as breathless screams escaped the pink flesh. Hair mussed and tangled.

“Such a mess baby. You gonna make a mess on my tongue again?” Bucky muttered against your pussy. His sinful words sent you over the edge again. A full scream leaving your mouth this time as your entire body spasmed. Walls clenching around nothing as Bucky’s tongue licked you clean. Messy tears flowed down your face, your makeup surely spread everywhere.

Once your body finally stopped shaking, Bucky trailed back up to your face. “So pretty when you cry for me.” He grabbed your chin softly, bringing your eyes to meet his. “What number was that, doll?”

“Three.” You whispered, your hips involuntarily bucking up to meet his. You whined when the rough fabric of his jeans brushed up against your abused clit. All you wanted was for him to fuck you. Fill you so good like he always did.

“Please, Bucky.” You cried, pulling on his shirt.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Of course he knew exactly what you wanted, he just had to torture you.

“Please.” You pleaded. “Fuck me.” You pulled his shirt again.

“See, that’s all I needed.” Bucky reached his hand behind his back, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it unceremoniously onto the floor. Your hands ran down his toned chest, too tired to do anymore.

Unzipping his pants and pulling out his hard cock. You took a second to admire him, thick and long, always fills you so well, before Bucky lined his tip up with your entrance. Rubbing his tip against your wetness, up your slit before circling your clit. You whined out again at the direct stimulation of your sensitive nerves. Bucky shushed you gently before lining up with your entrance and slowly pushing in. The feeling was unforgiving as he sick into you, inch by inch. He wanted you to feel every last bit of him, ever vein and curve. It drove you mad. He groaned when your tight whole clenched around his length. Once he was fully inside of you he took a second to just enjoy the feeling of your tight walls and wetness welcoming him. Then all gentle touches were lost as he set a bruising pace.

Each thrust harder then the last, your body tutted on the bed from the force of Bucky’s thrusts. It felt heavenly, your mouth opened in ecstasy. “Bucky, Bucky, Bucky!” You panted. He leaned down to take one of your hard nipples in his mouth. Sucking the bud, grabbing it gentle between his teeth and pulling back just a bit. One of his hands grabbed your right leg, hiking it up around his waist. The new angle allowed him to touch deeper within you. Every single touch sent your over sensitive body closer and closer to the edge.

Until he stopped. His mouth leaving your breast and his hard cock sliding out of your dripping core. You were just about to cry out when he flipped you onto your stomach. Pulling your hips up, your back arching and your ass in the air. You gasp at the sudden movement. And then he was back inside of you. His cock hitting deeper inside you from the improved angle.

“Cum!” Bucky demanded as he pounded into you. All it took was his command and you were being thrown off the cliff, body spasming for the fourth time in a row. He held your hips up to keep you from trying to get away from him. You moaned and cried more in pleasure.

“And that was four.” He didn’t stop once you had stopped shaking, chasing his own release. You gave up fighting, knowing it would do no good. Until only a few minutes later he was pulling you flush against his chest by your hair. His vibranium hand drifting down your body, landing right between were the two of you connected. Bucky circled your clit with his icy fingertips.

“No, no…” You shook your head tiredly. Your body is so over sensitive, and the way his cock felt as he slid almost all the way before slamming back into repeatedly.

“This is what you wanted, my love.” Bucky’s lips pressed against the tender skin behind your ear. His teeth biting down onto the skin before pulling back again. “Such a little slut. You planned all of this, little girl. Didn’t you?” His hot breath against your sweaty skin sent shivers up and down your spine.

“No, I didn’t.” You shook your head, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Don’t try to lie to me.” Bucky punctuated every word with a thrust harder than the last. Every time he moved his cock brushed against your g spot, you shuddered at the pleasure. Your walls started clenching for the fifth time tonight, tears staining your checks farther as your orgasm was about to rack through you.

“Hold it.” Bucky could tell, but of course, you lied to him.

“Wha-no please! I can’t.” You cried.

“Yes you can, now hold it.” From the cold stimulation to your clit and the aggressive pounding into your body you couldn’t take it. “I’m sorry! Please, Buck… I’ll be good.” You pleaded.

A few moments later you felt his cock twitch inside of you, signaling he was close. He groaned deeply against your neck, “Cum.” He commanded.

It happened fast, your back arching off of his sweaty chest, a scream of pure bliss leaving your lips. Spark after spark of pleasure raked through your body as you came. Bucky followed, his hot seed shooting into you fast. Filling you even more than you already were. A mix of both of your cum dripped down your thighs as he pulled out, flipping your fucked out body over to lay on your back.

He hovered over you again, spreading your legs and scooping some of his cum off of you with his fingers and thrusting them back into you. Stuffing you full of him. Your eyes remained closed, too tired from your five orgasms to react. When Bucky thought that you’d had enough he pulled away, laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest.

“You did so good for me, doll.” He murmured into your hair, rubbing your back. You made a small noise of agreement. Bucky had been thoroughly surprised, he’d never been able to pull so many orgasms from you, not that he’d ever tried.

“M’gonna run you a bath, sweetheart. That sound good?” Bucky leaned his head down to kiss your cheek. You nodded against his chest. He then picked you up, bridal style and carried you into the bathroom.

It never ceased to amaze you how quickly Bucky’s demeanor changes with you, one second he could be fucking you incoherent and the next he’s back to gentle touches and sweet nothings.

No matter, you wouldn’t change a thing.

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[plainbrunettelbl]

ABO (A) Katsuki Bakugo x (O) Reader Pup Free

Word count: 1148 

Warnings: None. 

Title: ABO (A) Katsuki Bakugo x (O) Reader Pup Free

Summary: You want a dog but Suki says no.

(Gif isn’t mine. Credit to the owner.)

💥-“I told you we are not getting a puppy!” Katsuki huffed, tearing away his eyes from the glass. Cute puppies wobbled around the glass pane in front of the store.

💥-“Why not! I’ll train them and everything.” You pouted, wiggling your finger at the playful puppy on the other side of the glass.

💥-“They are too loud and piss everywhere. Plus, I don’t even think our landlord allows them.” He grumbles, his hand goes to catch your wrist so he can pull you away from the pet shop.

💥-“No, they are! I asked them myself!” You whined but let him pull you away, with sad eyes you waved goodbye to the fluffy fur-balls.

***

💥-You were getting ready for bed. Ever since you had gotten home Suki noticed a change in your behavior. You were silent on the car ride home. He figured you were tired from a day of shopping that you dragged him into.

💥-You had both decided to order in for dinner and when he listed one of your favorite desserts in the order you quickly said, “It’s fine, Suki. I’m not feeling it today.”

💥-That’s when his Alpha started hassling him.

💥-You upset our Omega. He growled.  

💥-I did not! He argued, silently recalling the day to see if he truly did upset you.

💥-His ruby eyes observed you more closely from then on out. You only picked at your dinner before quietly stating that you are going to head to bed early. You kissed him on the cheek before going to the bedroom to change out of your clothes and brush your teeth.

💥-You had comfortably settled in bed before he decided to ask you if you were feeling okay.

💥-“What’s wrong with you? Did someone piss you off or something?” He asked, glaring down at you.

💥-You softly sighed, “I’m fine. I’m just tired.”

💥-You rolled over with your back to him. Suki wouldn’t let you hide from him. Making sure you were happy and healthy was his top priority. He pulled you onto your back and straddled your hips.

💥-“No lying this time, Omega. What is wrong?” He growled, making sure to use his Alpha voice on you.

💥-You whined, trying to keep your mouth shut. He had more things to worry about than your small wishes.

💥-“Omega.” His growl was deeper.

💥-“I want a dog.” You huffed, sinking into the bed once the words were out.

💥-Suki blinked, “All of this over a mutt?” He said, looking down at you.

💥-He quickly regretted his words when your eyes went glossy and your lip started to tremble.

💥-“You are always away on missions! The apartment gets lonely when you are not here! I know we both agreed to be pup free but I still want to take care of something! As much as I don’t like the idea of having pups my instincts are still here.”

💥-“I want to have something to rely on me and give me unconditional love. Someone to snuggle with when you are gone. I want to talk to our dog instead of myself when I am alone in this apartment.”

💥-“I wanna take them on walks and dress them up in cute sweaters when the weather gets cold. I don’t want to feel so lonely!” You cried, sniffling loudly.

💥-Katsuki sat awkwardly at your hips.

💥-I told you, you upset her. His Alpha growled.

💥-Shut up! He hissed.

💥-“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? We could have gotten a mutt today if I had known you were feeling this way.” He asked, leaning down he gently kissed away your tears before going over to your neck and scenting you.

💥-It calmed you instantly.

💥-“You have other things to worry about than me wanting a dog.” You said, leaning up to scent him back.

💥-Your brain immediately relaxed as his cinnamon scent filled your lungs.

💥-“Wrong. You come first. Always.” He said, rolling off you. He wasted no time pulling you to rest on his chest.

💥-“I guess I can allow a mutt into our home.” He relented, dropping a kiss to your head.

💥-You squealed, wiggling around in his grip to look him in the eyes.

💥-“Do you mean it, Alpha!” You yelled, pecking his lips just in case he changed his mind.

💥-“Yes. Now let’s go to sleep. I want a full night’s sleep before I have to sit through you cooing over puppies.” He grumbled, tucking you back to his chest and shutting his eyes.

💥-“Yes, Suki!” You grinned, purring into his chest. He responded with his own before you both fell asleep.

***

💥-“I thought you wanted a puppy.” He said, his eyes wide over the dog you wanted.

💥-He looked like one mean fucker and that was a lot coming from him.

💥-“I did want a puppy but that was before I saw him though!” You gushed, wrapping your arms around the big dog.

💥-His Alpha was growling at him to get you away from the beast.

💥-You had fallen in love with a three-year-old Rottweiler. Not just any Rottweiler, one that was sold into a fighting ring before they managed to recover him. The hulk of a dog had a massive scar running down one of his eyes and one of his ears was slightly chewed off.

💥-“Just look at him! His big brown eyes and chubby cheeks! He is perfect.” You exclaimed, lovingly rubbing your hands on said chubby cheeks.

💥-“I don’t feel like getting murdered in my own home.” He said, uneasy when the dog’s brown eyes met his.

💥-“What do you mean? Henry wouldn’t hurt a fly.” You argued, kissing him on his face.

💥-“Henry? You already named the thing!” He hissed, not liking that your face was so close to the beast’s mouth.

💥-“Henry isn’t a thing! He is a good boy.” You cooed, kissing him one more time before standing up and leading Henry away.

💥-The smitten mutt dutifully followed.

💥-“Where are you going?!” Kasuki asked, following you two like a lost pup.

💥-“I need to get his sweater size.”

Bonus:

💥-“So it took me three months for you to allow me into your nest but for him, it takes one day?” He pouted, looking down at you snuggled in your nest with Henry.

💥-“Yes.” You hummed, petting the dog on his head.

💥-He wanted to say more but the look of pure happiness on your face. He held his tongue but shot a glare the mutts way. Henry didn’t even give him the time of day.

💥-Henry smugly looked away and licked a kiss on his mom’s hand.

💥-Spoiled bastard.

💥-He supposed he should have seen this coming. You always did have a soft spot for rough-looking boys.

Just a small little fic that I got from a prompt list. Hope you enjoy! 

Please be sure to leave a like and comment. I would love to hear your thoughts on it! 🧡🧡

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[in-ky]

An Old Scent [1] - Negan x Reader (A/B/O AU)

Summary: During summer break, you decide to come back home to visit your dad, Rick. Over the course of your stay, you realize that your dad's friend is pretty hot.

Warnings: Eventual smut, A/B/O dynamics, cheating, age gap, Negan

A/N: yay first fic! this will have four parts! i hope everyone enjoys. this is an au where the apocalypse never happened. 3.2k words

I squinted as I stepped out into the bright Virginian sun. People swarmed all around me, creating the steady hum of airport ambience that I had grown accustomed to over the years. I had just gotten off a four-hour flight home from college and all I wanted to do was shower and curl up in bed. But I couldn't. Oh, no. First I had to endure a fun thirty-minute car ride with my best friend since second grade. I scanned the curb in front of me for her small black car and caught sight of a tall woman waving at me. I grinned and walked forward, tugging along my baggage behind me.

"Ugh, it's so good to see you, Bee." I sighed as I enveloped my friend into a large hug. She let out a laugh and swayed us gently.

"It's good to see you, too," She hummed, rustling my hair "I forgot how short you were." Bee was an alpha; tall, muscular, and very quick to remind me of our differences. Of course, it was in a 'joking with love' kind of way. I was an omega; small, rounded, and very quick to punch her gently in the abdomen.

"I forgot how much of a jerk you are." I quipped, huffing and wheeling my bag to her trunk.

"Oh, come on, babes, don't be like that," Bee laughed, opening the driver side door and waiting for me to walk back to my side. "Now get in, we've got a lot of catching up to do."

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"How are your heats going?"

"Jesus, that's what you want to start with?" I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. Bee shrugged.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," She clarified, turning out onto the street "I'm just saying, I know they've gotten pretty bad as we've gotten older. Did you try out those tips I sent you?"

"Yea, I did," I said quietly, looking at the trees rushing by on the side of the highway "They worked for a while but..."

"But you need an alpha," Bee sighed, finishing the sentence for me.

"That's the plan for this summer," I agreed "Might finally settle down."

"You know, I'm always here if you need me." She said with a wink. I scoffed at her.

"I'm not that desperate," I laughed, shoving her lightly "Not yet, at least."

"Anyone take your interest back in Colorado?"

"Not really," I hummed, tilting my head in consideration. "There was this one guy. We dated for a few months but towards the end he became a total knot-head. He couldn't keep his hands off me. I thought it was cute at first, but after I started to miss a few classes...well, that shit got old pretty quickly." Bee made a disgusted noise.

"Ugh, men," She grunted, wrinkling her nose "I'm glad I never went through that phase. I'm perfectly happy with chicks, thank you very much. Much less of a pain in my ass."

"Oh, they're not so bad," I smirked "I think it's just alphas in general." She glared at me momentarily and I stuck my tongue out at her. We drove in a comfortable silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company. That was always something I loved about Bee. We never had to fill every second with chatter, we could just exist together in the same space and be just as content. She started to hum along to the song that buzzed softly from the radio and my eyes tracked a hawk. Soon enough, we reached our exit and Bee turned the car onto a smaller road, starting the countdown to my arrival home.

"Are you excited to see your dad?" Bee asked, killing the silence.

"Yea, I am," I smiled. We hadn't always had the best of relationships, but the distance that college gave had done wonders for us. A few texts and calls had worked perfectly for us. When he invited me to stay a few weeks during summer I gladly accepted. I wanted to see just how well our relationship had strengthened. Plus I knew he really needed someone.

"How's he doing?" There was genuine concern in Bee's voice. A few months ago, my mom had revealed that she had been having an affair with one of dad's work buddies. She left with him and took my brother down to Georgia.

"I think he's okay. But you know dad, he's not really an emotions guy. He was starting to get some closure but then the divorce papers came in the mail. That really hurt him," I told her, twisting a strand of my hair around my finger. "I just don't know how Lori could do that to him, you know? She won't even let Carl up to visit. The new baby's cute, though. Looks just like Shane." Bee hummed in acknowledgement.

"Well, tell him I said hi, alright?"

"Will do." A few more seconds of silence passed. Until we stopped at a light. Bee looked up and spotted a billboard that sported a very familiar, very handsome face.

"Holy shit!" Bee shrieked, slapping my arm.

"Ow, what the hell?" I hissed, grabbing my shoulder. She pointed frantically at the sign.

"That guy! Isn't that, shit- the hell's his name?" Pulling my eyes from my lap, I let them settle on the object of her excitement. All of the color drained from my face. It was an add for a law firm. There was an old geezer posing proudly on the left, and to his right, was the man who haunted my wet dreams for the majority of high school.

"Negan." I gulped.

"Yea, your dad's hot friend you never shut up about." Bee groaned, pressing on the gas and moving us away from the sign. Negan was a lawyer/make-shift-law-professor and baseball coach at the local community college. He had a sort-of contract with my dad's department. Many times I had come home after school to the two of them puzzling out a case on the kitchen table. Negan was an alpha of alphas, something that got my little omega heart (and other things) pumping until I couldn't breath. His humor and dominating persona made me blush a deep crimson color any time I saw him. Sometimes I would spend hours sitting on the stairs just listening to him talk to my dad. His voice was something else. I had gushed to Bee about him countless times during our times at high school. But I hadn't seen him since my graduation party.

"I wonder if you'll see him again," Bee teased, nudging me again to pull me out of my trance of memories. Then, she did a dramatic gasp. "What if he's your mate?" It was my turn to slap her in the shoulder.

"He's older than my dad!" I squealed, burying my now-blushing cheeks in my hands.

"You're an adult I don't think it matters."

"I think he's engaged."

"Just 'cause there's a goalie doesn't mean you can't scoooore." Bee pulled a face at me and I returned her grimace.

"Whatever, you're lucky we're almost at my house." I huffed, falling back into my seat with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Oh, yea, omega? What are you gonna do?" I rolled my eyes as she laughed off my grumpiness. We rolled to a stop in front of my driveway and a leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks so much, Bee, I really appreciate you," I grinned, popping open the door.

"No problem, babes," She winked, unlocking the trunk "But I swear to the gods, you better fucking call me and give me updates on everything, especially if you run into Mr. Hotcakes." I rolled my eyes once more and promised her I would before closing the door. I retrieved my bag and gave her a wave as she drove down the street. When she was out of view, I took a deep breath and turned around, walking up the driveway to the front door.

I knocked heavily on the dark oak door. While I waited for someone to answer, I decided to look around at the home I had left behind about a year ago. My childhood home had changed now and then over the years, but there were still some iconic pieces of memories in the front yard that could never be forgotten. My personal favorite was Eddie the garden gnome. He was a standard gnome: small and stout with a large white beard that led into a pointy red hat. His eyes were shut and his mouth was curved into a smile. However, he was missing a nose. I grinned as I recalled the unfortunate mishap that caused Eddie to become deformed. I was about twelve, and carl was five. He had gotten a kid's baseball from Negan for his birthday and had begged me to teach him how to play, since I was on the local softball team at the time. I relented and set it up in the front yard. Eddie was our outfielder. Eddie didn't have a mitt. Well, he did, but it was his face. Carl absolutely smashed the first pitch I tossed at him and hit poor Eddie right in the face, shattering his round, pink nose into pieces. Carl bursted into tears and I had to promise him that he did not in fact kill our precious protector of our house. Lori ran out frantically and comforted her son before giving me a thorough chewing out for damaging Eddie. We never used the set again. That she knew of, anyways. Negan always let us play in his yard, though. I smiled at the memory, but the clicking of the lock to the door pulled me from my train of thought. The door swung open and I was met with the smiling face of my father.

"Sweetie, I'm so glad you made it!" He laughed, pulling me in swiftly and squeezing me tight.

"It's good to see you too, dad." I croaked, letting out a small chuckle. I tapped on his shoulder as a signal for him to let go.

"How was the flight?" He asked as he stepped out to grab my bag. I told him it was good but that the screaming kids had given me a bit of a headache. He gave a small laugh and gestured for me to enter. I thanked him and he rolled my bag in behind me. We exchanged a few words but as soon as I walked through the kitchen into the doorway of the living room I was hit by a wall. Not literally, no, but rather a wall of overwhelming scent. It was a delicious swirl of campfire and whiskey, with a hint of cigarettes and leather. I paused for a moment, my eyes forced closed and my lungs taking a deep breath of the intoxicating air. Colors danced across my eyelids. My whole body was flooded with warmth and my toes tingled. I felt safe and calm, and there was something else; something deep within my stomach that I couldn't quite identify, something I never felt before. My eyes snapped open when I felt my father's hand rest firmly on my shoulder.

"I hope you don't mind, sweetie, but I invited company over while I was waiting for you to arrive," He smiled at me. I got a good look at him then. He looked the same, his hair was a bit longer, a bit greyer. But his eyes were different. They were darker, rounder, rawer. I gave a soft smile and told him it was fine. He guided me into the living room. It was then I realized where that deadly smell was coming from. Or, rather, who it was coming from. "Negan, you remember my girl." In that moment, I held my breath as I scanned Negan. He looked fucking amazing, just as he always had. Perfect dimples guarding a charming smile, all surrounded by a gorgeous salt and pepper beard. His hair was longer than it was when I had left, not slicked back, but it still framed his face perfectly. Negan's body was draped casually over the sectional couch, legs crossed at the ankle on the ottoman. His arms were on the top of the couch and his wrists were dangling. He knew he was hot. That bastard. I suddenly became aware of his eyes raking over my form and I shifted from one foot to the other.

"'course I do, Rick," Negan said, voice silky and deep. I couldn't help but let a small shudder run down my spine. All I wanted to do was kneel down in front of him and curl up at his feet. I forced my inner omega down, shaking the thought from my head. "How could I forget the little slugger?" I cringed inside at the nickname. Especially the use of the word 'little'. I begged that he didn't still see me as the kid down the street. Instead as a grown woman. A grown omega.

"Hi, Negan." I greeted with a small smile, swallowing to relieve my dry throat. Now that I was next to him, his scent was clogging all my senses. I gripped onto the couch and lowered myself onto the cushion, hoping to ground myself. It helped, just barely. My heart was pounding, my instincts telling me to submit to this man in front of me. Why, though? Why now? He had never smelled this good before. No alpha had. Was I getting close to my heat? I did have a stomach ache, but that could be from Negan alone.

"Hey, sweetheart. How's college goin'?" Negan asked, sipping on his drink. He kept eye contact with me the whole time. Rick handed me a glass of soda and I thanked him.

"It's good!" I said after taking a sip, thankful for the hydration in my coarse throat "Towards the end it got a little hectic, but I was able to stay on top of everything, thankfully."

"You're studying film, right?" He asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.

"That's right," I grinned, crossing my legs to relieve some of the pressure the movement caused to build up in my lower abdomen "You still teaching law?" This caused him to chuckle. Literally music to my ear.

"If that's what you want to fuckin' call it." Negan sighed, falling back to his original position, hands resting in his lap "I talk, the kids kinda listen. I just do it for the coaching job, really. You remember how much I love that damn sport, right?"

"Baseball?" I asked, raising a brow "You mean the only thing you talked about at all of the Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners you were invited to?"

"Touché." Negan grinned. Goddamn that smile. Butterflies erupted in my chest, beating hard against my ribcage, begging to throw myself at his chest and bury myself in him. Rick cleared his throat and smiled at me to get my attention.

"I want to know more about your college experience!" He beamed, rubbing a hand through his beard "Any special alphas you've got your eyes on?" I heard Negan choke slightly on his whiskey. A small bubble of pride rose in my chest. I laughed at his words.

"Dad, I don't think Negan wants to hear about my love life."

"Shit, doll, I don't mind," He grumbled "I don't get to hear any drama now-a-days"

"What do you mean?" I giggled, tilting my head "You argue for a living. Your job is to literally deal with drama."

"Yea, but that's complex drama," He growled, waving his hand dismissively "I wanna hear simple, schoolgirl 'he loves me, he loves me not' kind of bullshit."

"Well sorry to disappoint," I snorted, running a hand through my hair "but no, there's no one I have an eye on." Dad's smile turned into a frown.

"Shame." I heard Negan whisper. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to hear it. It was quiet, barely above his breath, and he said it while twirling his whiskey, following the words with a large gulp.

"You really should start looking, dear." Dad said with a sigh "You know it only gets harder as you get older."

"Dad please, I don't..." I cut him off "Listen, I appreciate you trying to understand this stuff, I really do, but I don't really want to talk about it with my father." He looked at me with an understanding smile.

"Sure," He nodded "But if you ever need anything, anything at all, you just let me know, alright." I nodded.

"Well, this sure has been fun, Ricky-boy," Negan grinned, getting to his feet and stretching his arms far above his head. "We do have that big court case in the mornin', though, and I need my shut-eye."

"Big case, eh?" I asked, rising from my seat as well. Dad nodded and excitement sparked in his eyes.

"You should come! It's an open court and I would love for you to see what I do. I know you always wanted to as a kid, but your mom made you wait until you were older. Well, now's the perfect time!" He rambled, grasping my shoulders.

"W-Well, I dunno, I don't want to be a distraction," I stumbled, taken aback by my father's display of enthusiasm. I turned to Negan, as if asking for permission. He just laughed.

"Oh-o, doll, I don't get distracted. Not in there, not anywhere. Don't you worry about a goddamn thing. You should come, Rick seems like he really wants you to."

"Okay, then," I grinned, nodding in commitment "I'll see you there in the morning then." I looked up to Negan and we locked eyes for a brief moment. But in that moment, something within me quivered. He brushed up against me and smirked down at me.

"See you tomorrow, sweetheart. It was nice to see you. You're lookin' great." It took all my willpower not to let out a whimper as he walked past me, taking his glorious scent with him.

My dad said that he should also get some rest, but that I could stay up as long as I wanted to. I was pretty wiped from my flight so I opted to follow him up the narrow staircase, tugging my bag behind me. I hugged him goodnight and stepped into my room. It hadn't been touched since I left last summer. The forest green bedspread was still perfectly tucked into the mattress and two plump pillows were perched at the head of the bed. My muscles ached for the soft release of sleep. I put my suitcase down by my dresser, taking a moment to smile at some old photos of me and Bee as kids. I showered and brushed my teeth before getting into the comfortable bed. I looked up at the ceiling and giggled softly at the glow-in-the-dark stars shining overhead. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I wasn't thinking of anything in particular, but for some reason, all of my dreams were plagued by the sweet smell, sound, sight, feeling, and taste of Negan.

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