#i wanna scream while running naked in the street

[milla-frenchy]

911

1k4 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 Summary: you and Joel go out on a rainy night. His protective side turns you on Warnings: 18+ mdni. teasing, footplay, dirty talk, rough sex, piv, oral (m). Light violence (not towards reader). Reader’s hair can be pulled.  No age specified, no outbreak a/n: couple from the 5 days collection. Can be read alone. This is for the April showers challenge by @undercoverpena Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta reading 💕

Series masterlist | Masterlist

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You and Joel were having dinner at a restaurant. Night had already fallen, and the rain was painting the city streets in darker shades. While waiting for dessert, you breathed out on the window and drew a heart. You smiled shyly, and Joel thought you were the sweetest woman he had ever met. When you slid your shoeless foot from his calf to his crotch, he thought that you were also the sexiest woman he had ever met.

“We haven’t tested this bathroom yet, Joel,” you said, gently stroking your lip with your index finger. Your shy smile was forgotten, giving way to another kind of smile. Without taking his eyes off you, he grabbed your foot and pressed it against his shaft.

“Nah. Wanna make you scream on my cock tonight. I can’t give it to you good here, baby. Wanna do it right.”

Your pussy clenched, and you tried to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the pressure between them. But he didn’t release your foot, smirking as he saw you grimace in your chair.

The waiter set down your desserts, cutting off the conversation momentarily. You brought the spoon to your mouth, keeping it in longer than necessary.

“Mmm…that’s the best flavor I’ve ever had in my mouth.”

He looked at you, his narrowed eyes glinting.

“Is that right?”

His eyes moved down from yours to your lips, and he pressed your foot tighter against his cock. He grabbed his glass with his free hand and took a sip. It looked tiny between his fingers. And you couldn't help but think about moments when he would push them into your pussy and make you come on them. You tried to calm down as his grin widened. Of course he knew exactly what you were thinking about. You cleared your throat and asked: “are you jealous of a spoon, Mr. Miller?”

“I think I could be jealous of just about anything that comes near you, sweetheart.”

You smiled and took another spoonful.

You walked out of the restaurant and headed towards the parking lot. Joel had his arm around your shoulder, yours was around his waist. The rain started to fall again and you took shelter under a porch of one of the buildings. Joel hugged you and kissed you, his big hands squeezing your ass under your dress. You whined, eager to finally be home and feel his naked body against yours. Two men approached, and one of them said, “nice ass, wanna share?” Joel turned towards them, fists clenched.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

He stood in front of you, interposing himself between you and them. They were young. Early twenties.

“I said," Nice ass, wanna share?”. Are you deaf, man?”

Neither he nor you had time to anticipate what happened next. When Joel punched him, you heard a bone crack and the man knelt on the ground. The one who accompanied him approached, hesitantly.

“Get the fuck outta here, kid. Or I ain’t gonna break just this asshole’s nose.”

The guy looked at his friend and ran away. Joel glanced down at the kneeling man, then back at you. Tilting his chin towards you, asking silently if you were ok. You nodded. Joel looked around, and saw a piece of wood on the ground. He grabbed it, before approaching the young man. He held out his hands and shouted “I’m leaving, I’m leaving!” I'm sorry!!" before getting up and running away too.

Joel dropped the piece of wood and moved closer to you, covered your cheeks with his hands, and asked “are you ok, sweetheart?”

“I…fuck, yeah. I think so. What the fuck is wrong with these guys?!”

He took your hand, and said “yeah, I know baby, but it’s ok now. Come on, we can’t stay here.”

You ran to another street under the heavy rain, and Joel didn't keep his eyes off the surroundings. Finally you arrived at the underground tunnel and stopped at the stairs. You were soaked by the rain.

“Okay, let’s wait here until the rain calms down a bit”, he said.

He held you close, and you couldn’t stop thinking about how he protected you, his cool control of the situation, as if he had never doubted his superiority over them. You kissed him, your tongue sliding between his lips. You pressed yourself against him, and slipped your hand between your two bodies and put it on his crotch.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” he asked, his piercing gaze searching for yours. You looked up at him and your stare left no doubt about what you desired.

“Fuck…Did that turn you on?”

You nodded, stroking his cock through his jeans. He was already hard.

“Claim me”, you said.

“What? Claim…here?”

“Yeah, fuck me here. Now. I need it.”

He held your chin between his fingers, trying to read you again. Searching for an ounce of hesitation. But there wasn't any. You slipped your hand into your panties and collected your slick on your fingers before showing him your hand. He took your hand in his and licked your fingers. He groaned. “Shit, ok. ‘m gonna fuck you here, if you want it that bad.” 

He turned you around, pinning you against the cold wall of the tunnel. His fingers eagerly unzipped his jeans before releasing his hard cock. He grabbed your hips, pulling them towards him. He pulled up your dress and pushed your panties to the side, before sliding his fingers along your soaked slit. He hissed through his teeth.

“You’re the filthiest girl I’ve ever known.”

He grabbed his cock in his hand and barely slid it between your folds. You held your breath, ready to feel his cock sink into your core. You wanted him to own you. He bottomed out in one go, and your cheek rubbed against the stone.

“Fuckin’...tight,” he grunted. “That’s what you want? Being railed in a tunnel at night?”

“Yes, fuck….”

“I'm sure you'd like someone to catch us here. So that some guy could see you, hear you moan while you're getting fucked. Let him see that you’re fuckin’ mine.”

He grabbed your hair in his tight fist, and started fucking you hard, grunting every time he thrust.

“Answer me.”

“Yeah, you know I’d love that.” His hand released your hair and it slid down along your breasts, down to your panties.

“Yeah...You’re gonna come on it, now. Wanna feel this pussy clenching me.”

His finger rolled over your clit, as his cock kept pounding you.

“Damn, been hard since the restaurant and the show you gave me there. Fuck.”

He fucked you fast and hard, not letting his fingers leave your clit even for a second. His cock was brushing your g-spot continuously, and you felt your orgasm building. This mixture of pleasure and pain, his cock brutally parting your folds every time he thrust in, his fingers on you. He knew for a long time how to make you cum in a few minutes. When you clenched his cock, your moans echoed in the tunnel. 

You pulled away from him and got down on your knees, your dress falling down your thighs.

“Claim me,” you said again, your eyes raised to him.

“Fuck,” he said, quickly jerking his entire length in front of your face. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, waiting. Your eyes were fixed on each other.

“Shit…gonna paint your face.”

He grunted when the first spurts of cum hit your lips, tongue and chin, and he placed his tip on your tongue for the next two spurts. Your eyes were still fixed on him.

He thrust into your mouth, and you felt him twitch again, until he emptied his balls completely. He rested his hand against the wall so as not to lose his balance as you sucked his cock, swallowing his hot load.

“Fuck, baby….” he was trying to catch his breath, while you were keeping his throbbing cock in the warmth of your mouth.

Finally, he grabbed your elbow, helped you up and kissed you, tasting himself on your tongue. You heard the sirens of an ambulance in the distance. He tucked his cock in his pants, took your hand, and you two walked towards the parking lot.

“Told you I wanna make you scream on my cock, tonight. Come on, I’m not done with ya.”

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[tigertales9]

Trouble When You Walked In

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: Things get a little heated when you get home from the Taylor Swift concert

Time/Place: July 1, 2023 - Cincinnati, Ohio

A/N: Another porny nugget! Hope y'all enjoy!

Title & song lyrics are from "I Knew You Were Trouble" by Taylor Swift

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You step out of your friend's car, singing along with the girls for a second before turning to walk toward your house, blowing kisses and waving as they drive off down the street.

You're halfway up the stairs leading to your front door when the door swings open; you smile as you continue singing … "I knew you were trouble when you walked in, so shame on me n-ow."

You go quiet as you walk through the door, the hair on the back of your neck standing up when you realize it's pitch black in the house.

"J…Joe?" you sputter, creeping far enough into the hallway to flick the light on. The door slams shut behind you and you let out a bloodcurdling scream, spinning around and throwing your purse as hard as you can at the ominous figure lurking in the shadows. Joe easily catches your purse in one big hand as he steps forward, the shit-eating grin on his face making you see red.

"Joseph Lee! You scared the shit out of me!" you holler, swatting his arm as he chuckles at your reaction.

"Payback's a bitch, baby girl," he gloats, setting your purse on the hallway table before pulling you into a hug.

"Payback for what?" you grumble.

"For the scare you gave me last week." He leans down and nips your earlobe before continuing. "Don't dish it out if you can't take it."

You bite your lip and hold your tongue, trying not to giggle as you remember his dramatic reaction to your jump scare; y'all had watched a show about creepy cryptids featuring Mothman, the Jersey Devil, Bigfoot, etc. Later that night you hid behind the bedroom door and jumped out at him.

"I did get you good," you smirk, giggling when he narrows his eyes at you.

"I didn't scream nearly as loud as you just did," he counters.

"But you did scream," you chuckle, laughing even harder when he swats your ass. "Okay, let's call a truce," you mutter. "No more jump scares."

"Deal," he agrees, giving you a wink and a smile. You study his face in the soft downlighting, admiring the way his long eyelashes cast frilly shadows on his high cheekbones. "What are you thinking?" he asks.

That I wanna fuck you right here, you muse to yourself, licking your lips before actually responding. "I'm thinking I need a shower. I'm sweaty and gross."

He gently pulls your shirt off and drops it on the floor before leaning down to nip the skin just above your left collarbone, sucking it hard enough to leave a mark before slowly trailing his tongue up your neck. "Sweaty and delicious," he whispers in your ear, smiling as a very obvious shiver runs through you.

"I really need a shower," you protest weakly as he unclasps your bra and slides it off. "Let me get you dirty first," he purrs, stripping your shorts and sandals off before backing you up against the door. All thoughts of protesting disappear when he captures your lips, sucking your full bottom lip before sweeping his tongue inside, his agile fingers teasing your nipples as you moan into his mouth.

He eventually replaces his fingers with his tongue, licking and sucking your hardened peaks for several minutes while you tangle a hand in his messy curls, biting your lip in anticipation when he finally slides your panties off.

He stands up to his full height and gazes down at you, giving you a slow up-and-down look that causes a gush of wetness between your thighs. There's something erotic about being completely naked while he's still fully dressed, the cool door against your back a stark contrast to the heat radiating off of him.

Your pulse jumps as he slides a muscular thigh between your legs. "Are you wet for me?" he asks, hiking the leg of his slinky shorts up before lifting his thigh just enough to graze your core. "Yeah," you whisper, gasping when he nestles his thigh firmly against you. You rise up onto your tiptoes as he lifts his leg higher, grabbing his shoulders when he finally lifts you all the way off the ground, both of you groaning at the feel of your slick heat against his bare skin.

"So hot and wet," he mutters, grabbing your ass to slide you farther up his thigh before bracing himself against the door; he latches his lips onto your neck as you rock against him, riding his thigh as his quad muscles flex with each roll of your hips. "Does it feel good, baby?" he asks, smiling against your neck when you scratch your fingernails up the long length of his back, your soft moans turning into whimpers as he reaches a hand down to tease your clit. "Don't stop," you whisper, gasping when he pinches your clit. "Harder!" you order, grinding down against him as he does your bidding, pinching and rolling the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger with just the right amount of pressure to set you off. You dig your fingers into his back and bite his shoulder as your climax hits, the sound of his dirty praise mingling with your whimpers as you ride out the intense orgasm.

After a couple of minutes of heavy breathing, he lowers you back onto your feet. "Clean up on aisle 9," you pant, swaying against him for a second before leaning back against the door. He runs two fingers through your glistening essence on his thigh before bringing his hand to his mouth, loudly sucking his fingers while giving you a loaded look. "I need to be inside you," he growls. "Right now."

"Yes, sir," you whisper, lightheaded with anticipation as he leads you to the hallway table and bends you over, stepping behind you while shoving his shorts and undies to mid-thigh; you arch your back as he slides the tip of his erection through your drenched folds. "Please," you beg, your breath catching in your throat as he dips the tip just inside, retreating a bit as you grind back against him. "You want it?" he teases, feeding you a couple more inches as you scratch your nails against the marble tabletop. "Please," you repeat, letting out a guttural groan when he gives you what you want, your core clenching hard around him at the sudden intrusion.

He gives you a few seconds to adjust before starting to move; you grab the edge of the table and grind back against him, gasping at the hot, slick friction created by the thrust and drag of his hard length stretching you open.

"Feel so good, baby," he groans, rolling his hips forward in smooth, deep strokes while you whimper against the cool marble, moaning when he reaches a hand down to play with your super-sensitive clit. "Can you cum for me again?" he grits out, his hips stuttering a bit as he continues to ride you hard while teasing your clit. "Yes, sir," you breathe, arching up into his thrusts, fully on your tiptoes as you fuck back against him, both of you gasping as your climax hits; you let out a semi-scream against the table, the resulting echo lingering in the hallway as Joe follows you over the edge, hissing in pleasure as your core milks him dry.

Several minutes later you feel Joe ease out of you; he pulls his shorts and undies up before picking you up bridal style. "Let's go get that shower," he murmurs, dropping a kiss on your forehead as he strides toward the stairs. "Oh yeah, how was the concert?" he asks as he climbs the stairs.

"What concert?" you pant, both of you laughing as he walks toward the master bathroom.

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[nolita-fairytale]

try a little tenderness | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader one shot

summary: on the anniversary of mikey's death, you help carmy find a way to grieve. (set in the make my heart surrender universe, but can be read as a standalone piece)

warnings: swearing, grief, mild angst, mentions of death & suicide, second person pov, no use of y/n

wc: 2.3k

a/n: i wrote this as a way to process my own grief over the loss of a close friend to suicide. i fell so deeply in love with 'the bear' because i saw myself in so many of these characters: how they responded to losing mikey, the nature of the loss, and the ways they fought their grief. i see so much of myself in carmy in the show and this ended up being really cathartic to write, even though it's been three years now. anyways, heavy shit ahead so don't feel obligated to read but thank you if you do.

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Grief is a funny thing. 

For Carmy, most days it’s something easy to ignore – like an old friend that he’s managed to cut out of his day to day. He’s stopped calling, stopped picking up the phone, eliminated any and all thought about this thing that feels so foreign yet, so familiar at the same time. 

But now he has you – and he’s never been able to bullshit you for shit. Some days, he feels like you see right through him. He knows he’s been irritable, short, impatient at the restaurant (and sometimes at home too). It’s something you handle better than he expected – better than he thinks he deserves. 

“Honey, can we take a pause from this conversation? I just don’t think either of us are in the right headspace,” you’d asked him the other day when he’d tried to pick a fight with you. Completely caught off guard, Carmy had stared at you blankly in response, as if you’d suggested you both run naked down the street.

“If you wanna fight, we can fight. I just… don’t think this is what you’re upset about,” you’d explained, before slipping into the bedroom with the book you were halfway through. 

And today, after he’d tried to pick another fight with you, you’d stopped him again, like a tornado hitting an immovable wall. 

“Carmy, I’m not going to fight you about the dishes,” you’d sighed, shooting him a sympathetic look. “I’m gonna take a walk and pick some things up at the store for dinner. Is that still something you’d like to do?”

How could he forget when he’d been making his brother’s family recipe earlier that day, setting the braciole-filled dutch oven in the fridge to be put into the oven for later? But he almost has – another symptom of how checked out he’s been all week. 

He’s not used to this. He’s used to his siblings – his mom – picking fights over the smallest things that usually escalated into a screaming match. And while you were willing to fight over things that felt worthy to go to bat for, always quick to call him out when he’s being a dick, you don’t engage in his smaller, more frivolous attempts at starting something over the smallest, nitpicky things. 

It’s a whole new pattern for him, and he’ll admit, it’s harder than you make it look. 

Earlier in the week, he knew he’d been in a trash mood. Then he looked at the calendar and saw what date was coming:

2/22/23. 

Oh. 

No wonder he’s been such an ass. 

And now wonder you’ve been such a saint.  

“Oh, um…” he stammers, as he realizes his memory has failed him again. “Uh… yeah, we can still do that.”

He’d forgotten you’d made plans for dinner in preparation for today, and truthfully, he’d been so absent-minded all week that he’s forgotten – forgotten about the plan, forgotten about what day it was, forgotten that that day was now today. Thankfully, you’d had the sense to make sure he was off that day, coordinating with the staff of The Bear to make it happen. While you knew everyone would be grieving today, you weren’t interested in a repeat of last year when the both of you were still in New York.

Sydney, the real hero of this story, had moved mountains to get everyone’s schedules nailed down for this week – knowing it’d be a hard week for everyone that knew and loved Mikey. 

“No, we do not need a repeat of last year,” Sydney had agreed, as you’d explained to her the shit show that was Carmy going into work that night, one year ago. “Don’t worry. I’ll run the kitchen. Tap as many newer staff as I can to work too.”

With the recent press about The Bear (not to mention Sydney’s official James Beard finalist status) there’d been a huge increase in applicants lately. You couldn’t thank Syd enough. 

“Okay. I love you, Carm. I’ll be back in a bit,” you reassure, before grabbing his keys and your coat.

“Yeah,” he mutters quietly, as he watches you go. 

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After lighting up a few in the apartment, he lays down on the couch, turning on something mind-numbing to not pay attention to on the TV. He’s not sure when or how long it takes him to drift off to sleep, but one minute he’s blinking his eyes closed, and the next he can hear the sounds of pots and pans clamoring around the kitchen. 

He feels guilty: guilty for being an ass, guilty for trying to start something, guilty about what Mikey did.

You’ve told him time and time again: “I don’t think it’s fair to yourself to carry this much blame, Bear.” While normally, he’d love the way his familial nickname sounded coming from you, he’d winced at the mention – just because today, it hits a little too close to home. 

He knows it’s not fair to himself – or to you – but it’s something he’s just not ready to let go of yet. 

He can smell the braciole he’d prepared earlier that day; you’ve already put it in the oven, letting it braise slowly like it was meant to be. He recalled the conversation you both had had about this a few weeks ago. 

“Let’s make a meal he’d like,” you’d proposed, wanting to be a supportive 

“The braciole. Or maybe his spaghetti,” he’d suggested, so matter-of-factly that you could tell he was trying to mask his emotions.

“Maybe both?” you’d countered him. 

“Yeah,” he‘d agreed, quick to put himself out of the discomfort the conversation was causing him. 

“How do you feel about maybe asking some of the others to stop by, Only if they want. Only if you’re up for it,” you’d continued, cautiously. 

“Can I let you know?” he’d asked. 

“Sure,” you’d agreed, even though you knew he wouldn’t be bringing it up again. 

As Carmy sits up from the couch, his mind drifting back to the present, he sees you posted up in front of his little apartment’s stove top, working on his brother’s spaghetti sauce. Pangs of guilt fill his chest, and he feels like absolute garbage for being a dick earlier. He can’t picture doing anything else tonight and he’s glad you had the foresight to do this. Carmy rubs the sleep out of his eyes, watching you move around the kitchen. You’ve got a window open just in case that tricky little smoke alarm goes off while you’re steeping the garlic in olive oil. 

You’re busy trying to maneuver the largest saute pan Carmy owns over the burner for maximum heat exposure when he approaches. The sun’s already set, and the heat from the kitchen leaves a fog on the windows right near the stove, as you shake the saute pan by its handle. 

“Hey,” Carmy says, his voice rough with sleep. 

“Hey,” you reply, a soft smile on your lips as you turn to him. “Sleep alright?”

His unruly curls seem exceptionally messy this evening, and you can smell the remnants of the cigarettes he smoked while you were out. You hate how sexy you still find the nasty habit, even though you’ve tried your best to get him to cut back, citing lung cancer as a top reason. As much as you hate to admit it, you’re eager to taste the cigarettes on his lips, wiping your hands on your jeans because, unlike Carmy, you could care less to wear an apron at home. Framing his face with both of your hands, you place a gentle kiss on his lips, breathing him in as he kisses you back. 

“Sorry I was an ass earlier,” Carmy says, in between kisses. 

“Thanks. You’re kind of allowed to be an ass today though,” you say back. 

He can’t believe you’re letting him off the hook this easily. 

“And what about tomorrow?” he asks, taking a more playful approach this time. 

“No, definitely not. Cut off. Ass privileges? Revoked,” you’re quick to banter back, earning a dry laugh from your boyfriend. 

As you return to your post in front of the stove, Carmy slaps your butt playfully from your earlier comment, eliciting a giggle from you as he does it. He watches you work, adding salt to the tomato, onion, and butter you’re reducing in the saute pan, while the saucepan-filled olive oil/garlic/basil mixture comes up to a simmer. 

“I know you’ve always said that Mikey’s pasta was over-sauced and under seasoned… but it sounds like he just needed a little extra salt and a few little tweaks here and there,” you continue, tasting the tomato sauce. 

He’s not ready to taste the sauce just yet, even though he’d suggested you make the spaghetti in the first place. He watches as you use a spoon to check for salt levels, tasting the sauce first. You throw your head back as the salty tomato mixture hits your tongue. Carmy watches you carefully as you remove the sprig of basil with a pair of tongs, tossing it into a deli container for the trash later. Placing the deli container on the counter next to the rest of things you need to dispose of, his eyes linger on the 28 oz San Marzanos. 

Because the small ones taste better…. 

You busy yourself with straining the oil, setting it aside to add to the sauce towards the end of the process. Carmy checks his phone briefly, seeing a few texts from Richie, Syd, and Tina – all just checking in. 

“Silly question, I know. But how are you doing?” you ask him, having found a good stopping point. 

Carmy thinks about it for a second. He’s not sure how he wants to answer – how he’s supposed to answer this question. 

“I’m… I don’t know,” he managed to get out. 

You nod in acceptance, before replying with an empathetic, “That makes sense.”

“It doesn’t feel real, I guess?” he admits, taking his time as the words fall out of his mouth. 

“I can only imagine, Carm,” you sympathize. “Wanna help me out?”

“Yeah,” he replies, a half smile on his face. 

You’re so kind, so understanding, so empathetic, and he can’t picture spending this day with anyone but you. He thinks back to last year – when he got the news. It was the worst day of his life and regardless of that fact, you’d been there: caring enough to show up, to fight with him, to make sure he ate something. And then that night… the night you crossed the line, slept together even though both of you knew it was a bad idea, that there was no way you could start something real. 

He’s not sure how you got from there to here, but he thanks his lucky stars for whatever good deed he’s done in a past life that’s led to it. 

“Thank you for this,” he says intentionally, making sure you hear him as he continues with, in reference to earlier, “... and I love you too.”

You don’t expect anything from him, and he’s grateful, because he’s not sure he has anything to give. Not today. 

You give him the softest smile, something that makes him want to melt right there and then when you reply with:

“You don’t need to thank me.”

You step aside, making space for Carmy as you give him a task to do to help with dinner. You made the executive decision not to scale Michael’s recipes down, making them as written – family style. If anything, you hope to bring some of the leftovers, sharing his food in honor of his life. You wish you could’ve met Mikey, and since you didn’t get to, making his food feels like the best way to get to know the man Carmy loved and admired so much. 

You queue up a good playlist, working in perfect harmony with Carmy till dinner is ready to eat. Between the braciole and the spaghetti, you know you’ll have more than enough leftovers to feed the two of you for the next week. You let Carmy plate – something he’s truly exceptional at – watching him as he creates a perfect twirl of spaghetti before tearing a few pieces of basil for garnish. As you bring the spaghetti to Carmy’s small dining table that is only meant to seat two, he plates up the braciole on one plate for the both of you to share. You set the table, enjoying the sounds of the playlist you’ve set for the night, before sitting down to eat. 

Carmy takes his first bite of the spaghetti, knowing that it’s not going to be an easy thing for him. You watch closely as he tastes the sauce, his eyes closing and face turning a darker shade redder. 

You wait a beat, letting him settle in before asking:

“What do you think?” 

He nods his head, “It’s fire.” You can see that he’s holding back tears, not ready to lose all control just yet. “It’s actually better… than Mikey’s”

You eat your dinner quietly. It’s the good kind of quiet but the air feels heavy. Carmy may not always have the words for what he’s feeling, but he doesn’t need to right now. You try the braciole together, sharing one plate as he tells you about how Mikey refused to use raisins, even though that’s how they grew up eating the beef dish. You listen, letting him travel down memory lane, only as far as he’d like tog. 

Halfway through dinner, Carmy says something that surprises you:

“We’ve got more than enough leftovers to feed a large family of… twenty,” he states plainly. His blue eyes water as he continues with an ask. “You uh… maybe wanna pack this up and take it to the restaurant tonight?”

“Yeah, Bear. I think everyone would love that," you agree, the smallest smile on your lips. "Would you... wanna tell me a little about him? On our walk there?"

Carmy nods, "Sure. Yeah, I-. I think I can do that."

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[fantasylandbitch]

Summary: You've been friends with Tara since you guys met in college just as you were graduating several months ago, and you haven't been separated since. Throughout the 4 months, you've been introduced to the "core four" such as the twins Mindy and Chad, and to Sam who is learning to be comfortable around you and is slowly catching feelings for her little sister's best friend with a little competition from Ethan and Quinn.

After work, you drive over to their apartment to see if Tara needs help with homework and to enjoy your friend's company only to find out that Tara went to a party and you get pulled into their nightmare. 

It sort of follows the Scream 6 movie and this is my first time making a fan fic and one-shot series so bear with me. 

Warnings: Long story, Cussing, Fluff,

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 4.5 Chapter 5 Chapter 5.5  Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 7.5 Chapter 8 Chapter 8.5 (Chapter 9 Coming Soon)

After work, you go to your friend Tara and Sam's apartment which they share with their friends Mindy, Anika, Chad, Ethan, and Quinn.

Upon going into the apartment you hear some music before unlocking the door with a spare key that Tara gave you. "Hey Tara I'm home! Need help with homework by chance?" you say walking into their space as you put your bag down near the couch knowing Sam wouldn't be at the apartment for a few hours. "Hello!?" you yell into the apartment wondering where the music was coming from but before you can investigate Quinn opens her bedroom door revealing that she was naked. When you heard the door open you briefly looked in her direction before finding the ceiling interesting to look at.

"Oh heeey y/n" she coos at you eyeing you like a piece of meat.

And you reply with a "Heey Quinn, funny seeing you here" you say now looking towards the dining room.

"Aww is that the best you can come up with?" she says as she reaches for her robe while undressing you with her eyes and you sigh "Wanna join me in the bedroom?" she asks boldly as you cross your arms.

"Very funny, I respect your sex-positive way of life but no thank you...I'm good" you say as you slowly look at her dead in the eye and her brow goes up.

"Your loss, y/n" she ends and before she could close the door to continue her activity, you ask her a question.

"You wouldn't happen to know where Tara is would you?" she stops the door from closing with a sigh before telling you where she is. 

You run to your car putting on your seat belt before pressing the ignition and before you turn onto the street you look both ways before driving away. "Why would she go to some frat party?" you say annoyed while parking your car after 20 minutes of getting there. Then you walk into the building before you catch sight of the stairs and groan, 'I hate stairs' you think to yourself before walking up the stairs to find the door to the frat party, and before you go in you take a breath. When you finally open the door to enter the party your senses are immediately flooded with the smell of booze, sweat, and the sound of horrible music but before you could get caught up in the environment you form a plan and you decided that you would look for Chad. While walking through the crowd of people you scan their faces and as soon as you started your anxiety was building up, it felt like you were walking for hours even though a minute had gone by, before your eyes finally landed on Chad while he was talking to Ethan, your anxiety suddenly dissipating from your body, "Thank god I found you guys!" you say allowed catching their attention.

"Y/n! Nice of you to join us! How have you been?!" Chad says over the music and you yell back.

"Good! Have you seen Tara?!" Chad shakes his head saying.

"I saw her last with my sister!" making you nod so you go find Mindy when you catch Anika smiling and waving you over.

"Hey ladies! Do you know where Tara is!?" and Mindy nods "Yeah she said she went to get another drink!" as she yells over the music. 

Then you turn around to find her, thinking she might be in the kitchen only to hear a commotion near the stairs where you saw Chad last, and when you got closer you started getting protective. You notice the way the frat guy is holding Tara and how Chad is trying to get Tara from him, and then the frat guy says something to Chad something you can't quite hear before Chad pulls the frat guy onto the main level shoving him and the frat guy doing the same back and you decided while pumped with adrenaline to punch the frat guy in Chad's defense making him bleed. 

Then the frat guy shoves you onto the stairs near Tara where there was also glass bottles and in the process your hand breaks one of them, some of the glass shards getting into your skin.

And before Chad can react you hear Sam "Chad Chad" she says stopping him before facing the frat guy and continuing her thoughts "Just going to tase you in the balls real quick" she says tasing the frat guy in the balls "Don't ever lay your hands on my sister" she ends before looking at you sternly and then she leaves with Tara, Chad, and Ethan while Mindy and Anika helped you up as you guys followed suit.

While you guys walked out together you realized that your night was going to be stressful especially how Sam looked at you with disappointment before getting her sister. Then the idea of hearing the Carpenter sisters arguing caused you to drag behind the group not wanting to be a part of it and it didn't go unnoticed by Mindy and Anika. 

They've known you for a few months now, thanks to Tara, and had noticed how you would quietly remove yourself from the group in an attempt to preserve your energy when anyone in their close nit group would argue. Mindy would sometimes be surprised at how receptive you were to everyone's emotions when you did step away while Anika on the other hand saw your kind heart when you volunteered to take her to her date night with Mindy, and nearly punched a guy for almost slurring at them and your ability to pay attention to detail, your kindness, and loyalty to your friends is why they love you. But what they didn't know is that you were super anxious about arguments and are still trying to come off the adrenaline high from earlier.

Then the Carpenter sisters had blown up at each other, pissed beyond belief while their friends watch it all unfold and when Sam was done yelling at her sister, she turns her anger towards you.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" she yells causing you to stop in your tracks as your muscles tense up.

"Listen Sam I was tr-" You were going to explain yourself but she kept coming at you.

"You didn't do shit! You put my sister in harm's way y/n!!!"

You try to step up to gain the upper hand but words were getting caught in your throat "No I didn't, listen-" before Sam shot you the most insulting one yet.

"God you're such a shitty friend, from now on stay away from my sister" she says banishing you from seeing Tara ever again. 

You two stared at each other for a moment blood still boiling and it took everything in Sam to turn away and not berate you further, but you knew, you had have known that she was being protective after Tara told you everything about what happened in Woodsboro, so you stayed behind as your friends try to catch up with Tara. Then you walk to your car and it took you a moment to process everything that was said before you hit the wheel in frustration and you then turn your car on to drive away. While you drive away in the same direction as your friends you notice some girls looking at their phones and then pointing at Sam so you brake in the middle of the street watching your side mirror as the girls throw their drinks at Sam so you backed your car up fast, and before Sam can react you turn your wheel and backed up on to the curb almost hitting the girls who through their drinks, causing said girls to walk faster before sprinting while your friends became speechless as you lowered your passenger window. "Get in the car," you say seriously as Mindy and Anika took not a single second to get into your Pathfinder, as they're not used to seeing you this pissed, and as soon they got in, Ethan and Chad followed suit leaving the Carpenter sisters by themselves.

"I get the passenger seat," Tara says walking to the passenger door.

While Sam took the backseat behind the driver, and with a huff, you looked both ways before driving away not noticing Sam staring at you through the whole ride home, as she was trying to gauge your feelings while she was starting to feel bad about what she said to you. After leaving the scene you drive the gang back to their apartment where you were able to park directly in front of the apartment which lightens your mood a bit, soon turning your car off while everyone got out, everyone except you, Tara, and Sam.

"Thanks for the drive y/n, wanna come up?" Tara says to you.

While Sam uses the rearview mirror to look at you, wanting to say something but she doesn't, and you look over at Tara briefly before connecting eyes with Sam in the mirror, and then looking down at your lap and answering her "Not tonight Tara but I do appreciate the offer. Maybe next time" you say as she nodded.

"Okay well have a safe drive home okay?" now it was your turn.

You nodded before she got out and Sam followed after sighing, soon disappearing into the apartment building. But just as you were about to turn your car on you realize that you didn't have your bag with you "Shiiiit" you say to yourself before looking at their apartment building with a groan, getting out of your car to go to retrieve your bag. "Here we go again," you say to the stairs, and with a huff, you begin the climb, when you finally get to their floor you hear a commotion on the other side, so you gently knock waiting for someone on the other side to open the door for you.

That someone is Ethan, "Hey y/n what can I help you with?" he says leaning on the door frame casually with a light smirk, blocking you from coming in.

But before you can say anything you hear a groan behind him. Then Mindy's question makes him jump "Who's at the door?" she asks walking over to see who's holding Ethan up before sitting down "Hey you".

"I was just coming up to retrieve my bag," you say as Ethan steps out of the way checking you out as you walk away from him.

"Oh yeah? What's keeping you from staying the night?" she asks studying you while you scan the room for your bag when your eyes finally land on it in the dining room.

"Other than work nothing else, why?" you say in an attempt to keep the conversation away from the core problem. 

But Mindy persists as she gets up from her spot next to Anika on the couch to come over to you, fully aware of your schedule "Mind telling me what's up? You seem...I don't think nervy might be the right word for you" Mindy says trying to find a better word when Anika chimes.

"Apprehensive baby" and Mindy snaps her fingers.

"Thanks baby, yeah apprehensive" she says when you hear Tara, Chad, and Quinn join the living room waving at them as they did. 

But before you can answer her you started to feel a stinging sensation in your hand but you ignore it, "I'm still a bit shaken up from everything that happened earlier. I just want to go home and sleep it off" you say to Mindy when she notices that your hand is bleeding.

"Not like that you aren't. Hey Sam!" she calls, as the older Carpenter sister got out of her bedroom.

"Yeah what's wrong?" she says as her eyes scan the room before settling on your figure when Mindy walks over to her whispering something about your hand and how it happened. Then Sam disappears from the room to get a med kit before offering you a seat in the dining room so she can properly take care of you while Tara comes over to lightly talk shit to her sister which you respond to.

"Ease up on your sister Tara she was just looking out for you" making Tara talk back to you.

"I was doing just fine!" she says annoyed.

And you reply with the same energy"Taara 'doing just fine' does not mean abandoning yourself and letting some guy take advantage of you!" And she was about to get in your face when you got up and Sam was going to defend you but Mindy stops her.

"Hey Tara, come help me make dessert" she says "Anika you too baby we could use the help." 

Then you felt a soft hand caress your own making you flinch "Easy y/n, I just want to examine your hand" Sam says leading you to take a seat with her as she examines your left hand and arm just in case, "Relax for me y/n, good girl" she continues causing you to hide your blush. Then Sam pulls your attention back to her "Thank you by the way" you hear her say which is something you know might be hard for her.

"I um..you're welcome" you respond to her nervously and she looks up at you with a smile, while you started playing with the right side of her pant leg rubbing small circles into it. And while Sam was trying to find a way to fix your hand, you took the time to admire her as you looked at her features watching as her lashes flicker across your hand before your eyes moved looking down at her toned arms, but your thoughts bring your eyes back to her face. And you sat there wondering how long did she have to be strong, protective, and fearless? How long has she endured solitude by herself while constantly looking over her shoulder since Woodsboro? And before your brain can process what was happening you say "Sam" you started as she looks up at you and before you can say anything else Anika calls everyone to the table and Mindy sounds off.

"Dessert is ready!" she says happily as the smell of apple pie spreads throughout the apartment and before you can move to a different seat Sam gets up to get you water and painkillers while throwing out the glass shards she pulled from your hand.

"Here's some water and painkillers, make sure you take them," she says handing the cup and two pills to you, and as you take the painkillers with the water you noticed Sam had wrapped your hand up.

"How did you-" You started as Sam was going to sit next to you when Quinn takes her seat, so Sam was going sit on your left but it almost seems like the world was against her because Ethan sat next to you. 

With a light groan, she sat on the other side of the table next to Mindy who was facing in you're direction where you were slightly amused but in a tired way but you woke up a little when Tara and Anika brought over some bowls and utensils so you guys can dig in.

"Hey Sam" Sam turns her head in Chad's direction as he cuts the pie.

"What's up?" she says to him as you watch their interaction.

"Did you know that before you arrived at the party our y/n clocked the frat guy with a right hook?" he asks and you hide behind your hands as Sam looks at you surprised, seeing that your right hand is a bit swollen.

"Is that why his nose was bleeding?" and he nodded with a smile.

When Mindy chimes in "can we talk about how you backed up on to the curb"

And Tara joined in "Yeah I thought that was pretty badass," she says as you sunk deeper into the chair from embarrassment.

"Yeah y/n I was surprised at how pissed you were," Ethan says as the bowls of apple pie were being passed out so you sat up and grabbed one.

After taking your first bite, you hummed with a smile before replying "That wasn't my proudest moment I could have killed someone" you say messaging your eyes to prevent yourself from crying as you feel bad for showing that side of yourself before going back to eating.

"Here an ice bag for your hand," Anika says handing you the ice bag while she takes a seat next to Tara at the table and after you were done with your bowl you take it along with the ice bag to the kitchen sink to clean.

Then Sam came over with her bowl brushing against your right arm letting you know that she was there "I can clean it for you, here" she says taking your bowl.

"Thank you" you say before leaning against the counter and watching your friends from afar when you take a deep breath. As you took a deep breath in, Sam watches you and does the same as she gets done cleaning the bowls before talking to you about earlier that night.

"Y/n I'm sorry that I yelled at you earlier" she says pausing thinking about the events.

"It's okay I know you didn't mean it" you reply looking over at her tiredly but she feels like you're not getting it and just as you are about to return to the table Sam traps you between the counter and herself and you laugh nervously."Samantha Carpenter," you say her full name grabbing Tara's attention from the table as she noticed how close you two are in the kitchen as she was happy to know that her sister can talk to you to but if she didn't know any better she would have thought you guys were trying to mess around in the kitchen. Sam's mouth hung open a little not expecting you to use her full name, "I am aware that you were upset that Tara was at a party intoxicated mind you, and that you felt that it was my idea to take her" She nodded and you continued "You must not know me then, I hate parties like that and I worked up the courage to get your sister out of there or tried to anyway" you say with a sigh looking away from her "I may be Tara's friend but even I can't tell her what to do and I think you should let her spread her wings a little." Now it was Sam's turn to take a deep breath, taking in what you were saying and you added "Pequeño" you say using your pointer finger and thumb to show her what you mean making her smile.

"Are you planning to stay the night?" Sam asks, hoping you will say yes and she watches you as you think about it, noticing how long your lashes are and how your e/c eyes underneath them are intriguing as she held herself back from wanting to kiss your lips but to her nothing beats your kind and understanding personality.

"Sure why not," you say looking up at her and she looks at you with content wondering how she can be so lucky to be graced by you.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 4.5 Chapter 5 Chapter 5.5  Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 7.5 Chapter 8 Chapter 8.5 (Chapter 9 Coming Soon)

Pequeño means small, little, and short in Spanish depending on how you use it.

I plan to make more for this series because I'm having too much fun letting my brain run wild. Also, constructive criticism is welcomed as I've never done something this in-depth before.

But again look out for more and I'll make sure to link the chapters. I also made a fan playlist if you guys want to check it out, I'll leave a link below if you want to read along with it.

Scream 6 : A Love so Understanding Playlist

#sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter imagine #sam carpenter #a fantasylandbitch presents a story #a fantasylandbitch presents a story: scream6 #core 4 #sam carpenter x y/n #autistic!reader

[vegacoyote]

You know what I wanna see? A story about Gotham centered on, like, Gotham paramedics, social workers, legal aid & pro bono lawyers, stuff like that. Emergency services that aren’t the cops. People who help people past the point of ”OK who needs to get punched and/or arrested?”

Think of it, that shit would be wild. Like, how long does this city go between crises where entire city blocks get hit with aerosolized amphetamines? Someone has to deal with that shit.

Look, my sister’s a social worker, and she was telling me about this meme her coworkers found on facebook, some pro-cop bullshit where it was like, ”Well what if there’s some 200 pound naked guy running screaming down the street, you wanna send a social worker after that guy?” And every one of them was like, ”Uh. Yeah. That’s it, that’s the job.”

And like, not that the job doesn’t attract its share of bullies and abusers- I’ve been on the wrong end of shitty social workers before and it sucks- but at least it’s a profession that generally considers it a failure if the client ends up dead, injured, or in jail. At least there’s a potential there for stories that show the humanity of the people who would otherwise only show up to get rescued or have the crap beaten out of them.

Like. Tell us about a homeless shelter in Gotham. Tell us about a food kitchen. Who are the regulars there, and why? Who works there? What’s a day treatment meeting look like in a place where the supervillains cook up a new Crazy Debilitating Gas every week, some of which can fuck your shit up permanently?

What about people just trying to get to work in a situation like that? I bet after a while they just started selling gas masks at corner bodegas. (Probably mostly shitty ones.) Average Gotham Citizen has got to have so much PTSD about it.

I heard somewhere that DC has an editorial rule that goes, ”Gotham always gets worse,” and like. How can you hear that and not feel crushingly depressed? If you can’t tell a Batman story where Gotham gets better, where’s the space in there for hope? Isn’t that what escapist fantasy is supposed to be about? And ”Gotham never gets better” says the opposite of that, it says, ”There’s no escape, nothing gets better, let’s go watch some more civilians get blown up and then punch someone about it to show we care,” and that’s. Terrible. Like 40 cakes worth of terrible, OK?

#Also #where the hell is the EPS #do they even care about all these hazardous chemicals just sitting in open vats big enough for someone to fall into?

[arminsumi]

Saw you posted the smut/kink list I wanted to give that a try (I’m a bit shy requesting it) and the request idea was based off an Eren dream I had one time. Can I request #20 (mainly Y/N Erens length and playing with his nipples) where Eren sat naked in bed watching the stars and moon until Y/N (she wore a white gown) embraced him from behind and showers him with intimacy and kisses. Then after Eren is at his limit, he turns around and cradled Y/N in his arms letting her rest? Thanks! - 🌻

Hey Sunflower person!!!

Ah I wish I had dreams of Eren like I used to („ಡωಡ„) Or Armin...

Anyways, don't feel shy! I'm delighted to answer your requests, smut or non-smut, it's always fun to write them.

P.s. Sorry I took literally forever to write! My exam season is nigh... so much stress; I've been so absorbed in quantum physics that I can't write well atm

Smut drabble | An intimate night with Eren

MDNI

Cws; Vanilla smut, handjob, nipple play, profanity, fluff, pre-est relationship (dating)

♫ Cosmic Love

A vivid starry sky captivated Eren while he waited for you to join him in bed. You'd finished your nightly routine and put on your favorite white gown, and wandered to the bed to give him a surprise embrace from behind.

He hummed in appreciation at your warmth, a calm washing over him under your soothing touch.

Everything was quiet and still tonight, but one thing lead to another, and soon Eren's feathery moans echoed in the bedroom. You had your hands gently wrapped around his length, stroking languidly as he melted against you in a daze of pleasure.

Your fingers found their way to his nipples, delicately pinching and teasing them. Eren's legs squirmed in response, his feathery groans turning into sultry whimpers as his cock subtly twitched under your touch.

Whenever you had him against you like this, he always came so easily — and it was his favorite thing to see his ribbons of hot white cum getting all over your hands and fingers.

Eren couldn't hold out long when you played around so much with his tip and nipples at the same time, so he let out a strained moan of your name and throbbed harder, releasing a creamy jet of cum all over your fingers.

The sky remained starry and still. Eren caught his breath while you lazily cleaned up the mess of sweet cum pooling at the base of his cock.

"My hands are tired." You complained happily, crawling up to him after cleaning up.

He smiled softly at you, heavy eyes washing you over with his loving tenderness.

"Come here, baby." He said, and you did.

He pulled you into his warm embrace and cradled you. A tide of sleepiness rolled into your chest, and before drifting off happily in his arms, Eren placed a saccharine kiss on your forehead.

The song rec makes me wanna run down a street at 2 AM screaming for joy lol

#mdni #smut #fluff #🌻anon #🐦 Freedom Boy #eren #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren jager #eren smut #eren jaeger smut #eren x you #eren jaeger x you #eren jaeger x reader #eren x fem!reader #fem!reader #oneshot #aot #snk #attack on titan #aot x reader #aot smut #reader insert #x reader #eren x reader #eren jeager smut #eren jäger #eren jaeger fluff

[newtonsheffield]

Can we have some simmering spice for spicy Sunday please 🥺 I feel like we’ve never really had it for spicy Sunday, like maybe a snippet from after Kates birthday dinner at the restaurant? Or maybe them getting caught once they’re together ( I get the vibe they’d get caught a lot)

Hiii! For Spicy Sunday could we see some more of Simmering Anthony and Kate??

Hmmm

The Mary thing is happening next chapter, so I'm gonna save it, I think.

Let's see them a little further in the future.

At this point in their relationship, Kate liked to think she knew just about all of Anthony's moves. If you could call them that, she thought it was putting it a little strongly, personally. It was a little hard to imagine a man who'd once run away seconds after he'd started enthusiastically fingering you, as having anything close to moves. But regardless, she'd seen them all.

She'd seen him when he'd been an awkward teenager, and she had herself, winking at her awfully while he dropped bread rolls on her table even after she said We've already had our bread, thanks. And he'd shrugged while her father muttered CHRIST!

She'd seen him burn a hole in her back as she made her way around the kitchen, feeling his presence so keenly that eventually she dragged him by the back of the jacket into his office with a gasped Take off you fucking pants Anthony.

She'd seen the text messages, Can I come to yours? I promise I'll make you scream, Babe. So loudly people down the street will hear it. Heat settling low in her stomach until her breath shuddered as she typed out You have 15 minutes or I'm starting without you.

But today Anthony had chosen a different move as she planned Mother's day lunch for his mother and hers. Today, Anthony apparently planned on being absolutely no help at all.

That wasn't exactly true, he'd helped with the prep of course, his arm nudging hers as they worked in sync together in the kitchen they now shared. His hand had settled on her waist as he'd moved around the kitchen behind her. But he seemed determined to make himself present. Always taking a step at exactly the time she did, so she was forced to dance around him while he chuckled. And Kate knew exactly what he was doing. But she fells for it anyway.

The hair in her neck had been standing up for at least an hour as the heat in their kitchen rose and she became even more disgustingly aware of her boyfriend than she already was. Heat was simmering in the pit of her stomach, her cheeks flushed with it as her eyes tracked him across the room, humming as he finished his prep.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower before everyone gets here. Wanna join me?" His smile was almost predatory as he started tugging at the shirt covering his chest, his muscles rippling as it went over his head.

"Nope! I still have to finish up this... thing." She gestured vaguely at the raspberry sauce in the pan. "I'll go once you're done."

Anthony winked at her, "Sure thing, babe."

Truly, Kate had to resist the urge to stick her head the freezer as he walked away, desperately trying to calm down while he was gone. Unfortunately, for her raspberry sauce, and likely all their guests: kate's willpower had chosen this day to abandon her completely.

"Shower's free." Anthony said, sauntering into the kitchen, and Kate turned towards him instinctively and immediately wished she hadn't.

Anthony was leaning against the countertop completely naked, hair still wet, entire body gleaming with water that caught in the sun streaming through the glass windows giving him a startling shine, almost like a model, caught in a candid moment, his eyes burning at her, grinning brightly.

"I know what you're doing." Kate managed to gasp out, her eyes still roaming over him as he stepped towards her, flexing his muscles performatively.

"and what's that, Kate?" His voice was a low growl, eyes darkening as he stepped towards her, his fingers brushing her waist lightly.

"You're- You're trying to seduce me, shamelessly. When we don't have time. Everyone will be here in Fifteen minutes."

His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, one of his thighs sliding between hers his lips nipping at her ear. "Doesn't sound like I don't have time. Sounds like I have fifteen minutes."

A soft moan broke it's way free from Kate's throat, her eyes rolling back in her head as his fingers slipped into the pair of his boxers she was wearing, the first touch of his hand already too much, even before his other hand settled at her waist, his hips pinning her against the counter encouraging her to grind against his thigh.

"If we don't have time tell me no, Kate. Tell me you don't want me and I'll stop."

His hand was playing with the hem of her shirt now, his eyes questioning as she moaned desperately again, the heat rising in her cheeks far too quickly, nodding before she could think. "Please. Please don't stop, Anthony."

A soft groan dropped from Anthony's lips this time as his forehead fell against hers when her shirt fluttered to the ground, his hand tilting her chin upwards while he claimed her lips roughly, his tongue flicking against the roof of her mouth in time with his fingers curling against her, in time with the rough rock of his hips.

The sizzling of the stove was the only thing that broke the noise of their gasps drawn in tandem as his tongue moved over her chest, slowly making it's way back to her lips, bouncing off the white marble, the feel of Anthony's muscles flexing against her, and she fell over the edge, her sharp cry swallowed by his tongue.

Their was an awfully smug smile on Anthony's lips when he set her back on her feet, his tongue curling around his fingers with a satisfied hum, "Lovely."

Kate felt a pathetic noise leave her lips, her hands tugging him back against her chest, tugging the shorts down her legs. "We're not done."

Anthony's eyes darkened again as they met, tension crackling between them for a long moment as his entire body seemed poised to pounce.

And then he did, a feral growl ripped free for his chest as he darted forward, his lips claiming hers roughly in a searing kiss that made Kate's legs a little weak, his hands wandering all over her body, gripping and groping and tugging at her in his desperation.

Kate pushed lightly against his chest, creating a tiny amount of space between them, Anthony's eyes fluttering closed for a moment when she ducked her head, tugging on the tiny gold ring through his nipple with her teeth before she turned around, placing her hands on the edge of the countertop and pushing purposefully back against him with her hips.

Anthony's arms covered her instantly, tugging roughly at her waist until she wrapped her legs back around him, suspended by his arm around her hips, and her own hands on the counter.

The first snap of his hips sent her eyes rolling back in her head, sent a sharp cry from her lips, skittering across the marble, but Anthony gave her no time to recover. His pace was punishing, relentless, the noise of them moving together growing and growing, the smell of his soap and the sweat from her body mingling together in the air while his free and groped at her chest pushing the harder and faster.

Anthony's voice was a growl, barked across the room through clenched teeth, the movement of his heaving shoulders felt against her, the water from his chest sliding against her skin, sending goosebumps to her skin as it cooled.

That's it Kate. Fuck baby, Fuck! Look at you! Just fucking look at you! It's so good, Babe, you're always so fucking good for me aren't you?

Kate couldn't breathe, every one of their movements stole something from her chest until all she could do was gasp his name against him like it was the only thing in the entire world she remembered.

And everything shattered.

A scream tore from her chest leaving her throat raw, drowned out by a roar from Anthony as his hips thrust erratically and everything went still.

"Holy, Fucking Jesus!" Anthony gasped as he set her gently back on her feet, spinning her to press his lips lightly against hers.

Kate tried to roll her eyes, though her lungs were still burning. "Oh Please. As if that wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you propositioned me just before an innocent family gathering."

"Speaking of innocent family gatherings," Violet's voice through the door startled them both, clearly mortified at what she'd no doubt overheard. "If you could just dressed so we could all come inside and pretend we didn't hear that: that'd be nice!"

#simmering au #spicy sunday🌶 #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[blue-eyed-bloodstains]

When you make a typo, do you leave it, or go back and fix it? go back and fix it

Ever suffer from amnesia? no, closest is many many blackout drunk days/nights/years

What instrument do you prefer to play when playing Rockband/Guitar Hero WT never played, have only watched people play Have you ever picked out a song to listen to on a juke box? of course

While riding roller coasters, do you close your eyes? no

Have you learned anything important today? no

What’s a talent that you wish you possessed? dancing

Do you ever find yourself singing showtunes while in the shower? not showtunes

Have you ever eaten 3 meals from 3 different fast food places in one day? no

When’s the last time you were genuinely freaked out? night terrors that had me wake up screaming several times last week

Do you assign different ringtones to certain people? not since I was young with my first few cell phones

Favorite way to eat a potato? (i.e. french fries, mashed potatoes…) mashed, but I love potatoes in any form lol

Have you ever lived outside of the country that you currently reside in? no

Have you ever ridden in a limo? yeah for senior prom

Have you ever thought that you were honestly going to die? yeah

What’s the one thing you couldn’t afford to leave behind on a vacation? my laptop

If a brick suddenly showed up in front of you, what would you do with it? be anxious and confused as all hell, debating whether or not to keep it to show that I’m not crazy/didn’t make it up or just put it outside somewhere

Does Christmas music played too far away from Christmas annoy you? yeah hell even during Christmas season the repetitiveness drives me fucking insane....work retail during the holidays and you’ll relate to the pain. same five remixed Christmas songs on repeat all fucking day in every damn store!!!

Have you ever wished you could experience being the other gender? I mean there’s a curiosity sure, plus wondering what it’s like to not have to deal with what we deal with...think every month, for starters. 

Last thing you worried about? my bank card being expired and needing to wait for the replacement in the mail because the one they had originally sent a month before got lost in the mail apparently and I didn’t even know it was sent till I called the bank asking for one once my card declined for an Uber and I realized the expiration on it..

Are there in portraits/figurines in your house that you find creepy? no

Sprite, 7up, Sierra Mist, or Mountain Dew? I like all of em

When was the last time you felt you were about to pass out from exhaustion? damn near every day

Other than no school, what’s your favorite thing about summer? I haven’t been in school since 2010 sooo lol fave thing about summer aside from weather is lots happening for things to do

- Least favorite? the overwhelming heat waves that wreak hell on my body

If you could change your age, how old would you make yourself? not sure...I turn 31 today but don’t feel it, so I guess I’d be younger but at the same time I’d never wanna go through all I’ve been through all over again so...pass. I’m fine with 31.

How old were you when you learned to ride a bike? oh god ummm about 6 or 7 without training wheels

Have you ever cried in a movie theater? of course

When’s the last time you went out of state? my cousin’s funeral service in late January in NJ with family...

Have you ever had ‘a day at the spa’? no

Do you still have a VCR somewhere? no

You see someone running around naked in the street. Your reaction? what the fuck?!

Are the files in your computer well organized or all over the place? pretty organized

Is there wall paper on your bedroom walls? no

Does yard work bore you, or do you enjoy it? never really did any

Do you own a sleeping bag? my fiance does

Have you ever tried to put a huge puzzle together? no

What do you put on your hamburger? all the usual fixings. lettuce, tomato, onion, cheese, ketchup

When was the last time you met someone new? not sure

What’s the furthest distance you’ve gone in the past 3 days? yesterday to Walmart 

Are there dogs barking in your neighborhood right now? no

#survey #bored #about me #random

[milkb0nny]

Can you do some friendship hcs for Jiwoo and Kayden? I'm very soft for them cause they are meant to be together (not in a romantic way though) 😭😩

Sure! I do love their chaotic dynamic. I don't wanna say Kayden seems like a father to Jiwoo but more like a bigger brother. Whatever they are; they're adorable together! 💕🌼

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𝗝𝗶𝘄𝗼𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗞𝗮𝘆𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 +:｡.｡

webtoon eleceed: Jiwoo Seo and Kayden Break

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🍈 First of all; we do see how they cuddle when Kayden is in his cat form. I do believe Kayden got used to sleeping next to Jiwoo together that he can't bear it sleeping without him. It makes him unsure if Jiwoo is really safe and somehow he gets nightmares every time.

🍈 Kayden cooks real meals for Jiwoo. Kayden did complain about Jiwoos diet in the early chapters of eleceed and I think Jiwoo didn't changed them much. To make Jiwoo stronger, he cooks him high protein and healthy meals. Jiwoo appreciates his efforts a lot and sometimes feels so guilty, he'll get Kayden's favorite cat snacks.

🍈 When one of them is stuck in the bathroom, the other one will just barge in and do whatever business they want to do. Let's be honest, they know each other so closely they wouldn't mind if one is naked or is taking a poop right now. Though, Kayden will bully Jiwoo for his stinky shit. I just... See Kayden as a nuisance sometimes.

🍈 They can't really argue even if Kayden would desperately want to argue. Kayden gets loud and annoyed easily but Jiwoo just, as pure as he is, will nod and insist on changing the issue. Like, Jiwoo is incapable of talking back or being angry at Kayden. On the other hand Kayden gets flustered or embarrassed of him being mad at him.

🍈 Movie nights; a lot of movie nights. Kayden will casually show up with tons of movie suggestions and Jiwoo will be happy to spend some time with his favorite cat friend. Man, I love them so much. Kayden will throw popcorn at Jiwoo while there are horror movies running. Seeing Jiwoo frightened and screaming like a little child amuses Kayden.

🍈 They have a brotherly dynamic: the annoying bigger brother who's really protective and the younger brother who's pure and lovely.

🍈 Kayden shares the same love to the street cats as Jiwoo does. Living along them as a cat and as a human gives Kayden a deep connection to them. He would protect these fluffy cats from anything, even though Kayden seems to be really grumpy a lot of times.

🍈 Kayden is glad Jiwoo has a friend group. Sometimes this man needs some time for him one and Jiwoo going out with them gives him some free space; but Jiwoos place is also the main meeting spot for all of them. Kayden gets annoyed by Subin and Jisuk being annoyances. Kayden does like Wooin because he's silent and rarely bothers. Jiwoo always smiles in a way of "I'm sorry" when Kayden gets involved into Subin's and Jisuk's drama.

🍈 Kayden blushes whenever Jiwoo talks proudly of him. It gives him a weird feeling he didn't feel before. Getting appreciated and basically accepted just for being there wasn't in Kayden's life up until now. He deeply treasures Jiwoo.

🍈 Jiwoo treasures Kayden's care as well. He's not alone anymore and Kayden allowed him to accept who he is and it was the adventure of finding friends, himself and helping people.

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#webtoon #eleceed #eleceed hcs #eleceed headcanons #webtoon eleceed #seo jiwoo #kayden headcanons #kayden break #jiwoo headcanons #lee subin #jisuk yoo

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Kuroo & Bokuto Fic

CW/TW: Fem Reader X Kuroo & Bokuto, double penetration, oral (giving and receiving), squirting, fingering, begging, degradation kink, praise kink, throat pie, cream pie. lmk if I missed anything

Hello, my lovebugs. Here’s a little Bo and Kuroo dp session. They snuck off during practice with their favorite classmate. A lot of projects in the works so please be patient with me. I love you all. Hope you enjoy!

You gripped the sides of the old desk in the storage closet, vulnerable and mewling at Kuroo’s fingers inside you from behind and choking on Bokuto’s cock. Bokuto had pulled down his practice shorts, and was holding on to his lifted up shirt by biting it and using both hands to push your head further into his lower groin. He’d occasionally let one hand go to hold his shirt above his abs and let out a few groans. 

Kuroo had his practice uniform on and was whispering dirty teases that churned your stomach. “Always eyeing us at practice, huh? Do you fantasize about us in your dreams, y/n? Huh?” You could barely think. You felt somewhat embarrassed. These two were your upperclassmen; they walked you home from school everyday, bought you something occasionally on the way, and your mother liked both of them. 

“Such sweet boys,” she would say in her naïve sweet voice.

“Aw, man. You’re a fucking pro at sucking big dicks, aren’t cha, y/n?”, Bokuto teased from above. You pulled your mouth off of his dick to try to answer, but your sudden urge to speak was taken from you as Kuroo reached your g spot and made your legs squirm. You stared at Bokuto, eyes watering, and drool running down your lips from choking on Bokuto’s dick. “Pleaseeee! Can I cum?”, you begged. “Awww yes baby, cum. Cum on my fingers,” Kuroo encouraged. You squirted on the floor, inciting hoots from both of the boys. 

“Haha, we’ve got a squirter!”, Kuroo boasted as you yelped. You weren’t necessarily spraying, just dripped liquid out onto his hand and the floor. Bokuto put his hand over your mouth and gripped your cheeks, calmly trying to shush you so that no one would hear your screams. “Shh shh shh. You want everyone to hear what a fucking whore you are?”

“I think she might like that,” Kuroo chimed in as he looked up with his piercing eyes from behind your ass, pausing his pussy eating to reply to Bokuto. “Ha, yeah...she probably would,” Bokuto chuckled as he gently let the grip he had on your cheeks go and let you settle down. 

“Now, finish what you started, sweetheart,” Bokuto said politely as he gently grabbed onto the underside of both your ears and brought your head down to his groin. His dick was leaking pre-cum and practically begging to be sucked on. 

Kuroo backed away from you and Bokuto to prepare his own dick. Your uniform skirt and underwear was already tossed to the side. All that you had was your tight uniform shirt on, buttons almost bursting from your filled out bosom, stained with your spit and drool from sucking on Bokuto’s dick. 

“Awww, that’s it, baby. Just like that,” Bokuto praised. Kuroo watched from the corner, hidden in the shadow, only his towering figure and piercing eyes showing. He was slowly jerking himself off, naked and smirking at watching your smushed together pussy lips, glistening in Kuroo’s spit and your juices, and pulsating. Kuroo almost grew angry at it, taunting him. That and your other hole, twitching at the air, and your toes curling at trying to not choke on Bokuto’s dick. 

Bokuto was moaning like a bitch. You had picked up so many tips from practicing with him for two years. When he’d come over to your house for “tutoring sessions”, he was really the one who would tutor you, all about sucking dick. Hiding your teeth, breathing through your nose, curling toes, expanding your throat like you do when you sing. 

He finally pushed your head down all the way to where his balls were squished against your chin and came. He let out a groan and threw his head back at the feeling of your throat clenching around his dick to swallow his cum. Bokuto’s cum tasted good, what with his healthy diet regimen. 

Kuroo licked his lips and walked over to you as Bokuto pulled out. Before you could catch your breath, Kuroo grabbed onto your legs and flipped you over on your back, slamming you down on the cold metal desk. “She’s waited a long time for this, huh?”, Kuroo teased. 

“God, I just wanna dive into this pussy,” Kuroo groaned as his dick stroked your wet folds. “But, you can’t get your cake and eat it too,” Kuroo hissed in your ear as he leaned down to your face. He backed away and switched places with Bokuto. You looked down and saw Bokuto knelt down, kissing your soft tummy and your clit. “My turn, baby,” Kuroo said near your ear. 

Your head hung over the side of the desk, and your legs hung on Bokuto’s big shoulders. His biceps hugged your thighs as he wrapped his arms around them while he began sucking your pussy. He swiveled his tongue around, and tasted your insides, inciting you to open your mouth and welcome Kuroo’s dick. Kuroo let out a groan and leaned over to rip your shirt open, inciting two perky tits to break free from their ivory imprisonment of the tight shirt. 

“No bra?” Kuroo asked. He shook his head and smiled as Bokuto looked up at him and chuckled too, still continuing his licking. 

“Oooo,” Kuroo purred. “So fucking pretty,” he said as he pounded into your mouth. A bulge in your throat was pulsating as Kuroo pistoned in and out of your mouth. He gripped your tits from above, fat and warm, spilling out of the cages his fingers made around them when he squeezed them. He groaned at their soft and plushy feel.

You occasionally moaned and tapped his thigh to breathe. Your throat hurt, and so did your mind. You felt so overstimulated. Two of the most desirable men in your school and they were all yours. 

Kuroo kept thrusting and watching Bokuto grip your soft thighs and suck your pussy. They made eye contact and cued each other it was almost time to actually fuck you. 

Kuroo pulled out of your mouth, making you take deep breaths and moans. You were squirming in Bokuto’s grasp, in which he let go of your upper thighs and grabbed onto the fat of your waist. The thinnest area right above your love handles was where he gripped on tightly, hurting you a bit, but you enjoyed it. Kuroo stood over you, helping you lift your neck up and letting out praises. 

You were a mess, about to cum again and with Kuroo in your ear, you couldn’t help yourself. You moved around and held on to Kuroo’s arms. Kuroo bent down and let your back rest on his chest. Bokuto also shifted his position to accommodate your erect stature. 

You yelped again, making Kuroo put his hands around your mouth and whisper things in your ear. From Bokuto’s point of view, all he could hear was little S’s and little whimpers from you. Your eyes were rolled to the ceiling and your brows were furrowed, melting under Kuroo’s words. 

“Aww, you wanna cum? Huh? Who’s such a good girl? Who’s such a such a good fucking toy for us? For your best guy friends? Huh? Answer me, baby.” 

Kuroo bathed your ear in such sweet nothings and took his hand away from your mouth to let you speak, but instead he hooked his fingers from the side of your cheek which haltered your speech.

“I’m uh guud toy, I-I am,” you managed to let out. Bokuto rubbed your clit and you yelped again, which forced Kuroo to kiss you to keep you quiet. You gripped on to the sides of the table again and yelled into Kuroo’ mouth, as you squirted on Bokuto’s tongue and down his chin and neck. Bokuto smiled and finished fingering you pussy and waited until you calmed down a bit. 

He kissed your pussy as you were breathing heavily and leaned back down on the table. Both men walked over to you and smiled. You stared up at them and smiled back. You stood up and let Bokuto take a seat on the desk. He lied down on his back, prompting you to take a seat on his dick.

Working with gravity helped because Bokuto’s dick was so hard to actually fit inside you. It was snug, a little hard to move on at first, but it felt so good as it rubbed against your walls. It was thick and smooth. You began to slowly bounce and rock back and forth, making Bokuto grab the fat of your ass and squeeze it as he groaned. 

Kuroo came behind you and pulled your shirt off, letting Bokuto get a good view of your filled out tits protruding above him. He stood up and hugged the small of your waist as he kissed and sucked your nipples. He grabbed the bottom of your ass and helped you bounce up and down on his dick as Kuroo stood behind you and kissed your neck. 

Both men were obsessed with you, giving you a rampage of kisses, running up and down your neck and ears. You let out pretty moans, sliding up and down on Bokuto’s thick penis. Kuroo was whispering in your ear again, things of a butterflies-in-your-stomach nature. 

“Who knew the girl down the street from us is such a hungry cock slut all this time? Huhh?” 

You look drunk, slumped over Bokuto’s shoulders and barely hanging on to his shoulders. You were creaming on his dick and pouring all of your whimpering moans into his ear as you held onto the nape of his neck, which was radiating heat and a little wet from sweat. 

Bokuto was such a good boy though, he was genuinely sweet. He only acted like a bit of a dick because he was with Kuroo. You genuinely had a crush on Bo. His scent made you blush. Sure, it smelled like sweat, but it was his. He would actually take you out on dates and you would help him with his calculus when he struggled. He was so cute, too. That’s why when you were riding him, he was hugging you the whole time, letting out slightly whimpering moans, raw and vulnerable, like yours. But, you couldn’t help Kuroo’s oral seduction. 

Kuroo was the one who was making it as good as it was. His wordplay was making you so dizzy. All you could do was react like a helpless whore on Bokuto’s dick. 

“Kuroo is my favorite,” you let out. “Huh? What chu say baby?,” Kuroo asks. “Aww say it again. 

“Kuro-kuroo is my favor-favorite,” you say again while smiling. 

“Awww what's the matter you dont like Bo? Huhh? Yeahhh?”, Kuroo teases. Bo grips your butt tighter to fuck you harder out of jealousy. “ You don’t like my big dick? Hmm?”, Bo teases as he thrusts deeper, causing you to scream in a high pitched whine. 

“Oooohooo you heard that, Bo? She let out those high notes,” Kuroo chuckled. “Haha, who do you like better? Huh? Come on stroke my ego a bit, sweetheart,” Kuroo asked again. 

Bokuto was groaning and had a focused face on, as he was a bit angry at Kuroo for instigating a bit of a competition.. 

“Kuroo, Kuroo is my favorite,” you let out again, despite Bokuto’s thick dick plummeting inside your cervix and invading your insides so brutally, and how you felt about him. Something about Kuroo was just so intoxicating. He wasn’t good for the long run though. 

“Mmm move aside, Bo. She wants me,” Kuroo says. 

“No no!”, you immediately object. “Bo, stay inside please.” 

You reach over and pull one of your ass cheeks apart to send a hint to Kuroo. 

Kuroo smirks and wets his dick and your asshole. He spits at your puckered entrance and slowly slides his dick in. He feels Bokuto’s dick on the other side of your gummy walls rub against his own dick. Bo had slowed down his thrusts to let Kuroo enter. 

You let out a horrified facial expression, not that it hurt, just felt a little uncomfortable. You felt so stuffed, so filled. You felt like you were going to burst, like you were breaking at the seams. Kuroo’s dick was not thick, but it was long and veiny. His detailed vascular dick rubbed against your ribbed anal walls and hit all the nerves inside you, along with Bokuto’s thick dick rubbing your cunt’s walls, you were scared they were going to rip you in half. 

Bo makes you cum, squirming your legs and holding onto his neck as Kuroo praises you in your ear. “Aww, cum on that dick, baby.” You whine as he coos you through your orgasm, and your tight walls clenching cause Bokuto to also cum inside your pussy. Bokuto holds on to your waist tightly and incites another whine from you as you are still taking Kuroo’s dick and now, Bokuto’s cum flooded inside of you. 

You felt so good having his cum pouring inside you. So nutritious and plentiful, it was hot and thick, and there was so much of it. “I wanna plug you up, princess. Keep that cum inside your tummy all day. Huh? Can you do that for me?”, Bokuto teases. 

You nod your head in a whiny and drunken high from the multiple orgasms and respond with “I’ll be-I’ll be a daycare for your kids.”

Bokuto lets out a hearty laugh and Kuroo snakes his hands on your shoulders and reminds you that you still are not finished. Bokuto catches his breath and lifts you up and take his dick out of you and let Kuroo fuck you freely. 

You hold on to Bokuto as Kuroo thrusts into you, bumping in front of his face every few milliseconds. “You wanna cum? Huh?”, Bokuto asks. “Cum on my best friend’s cock. Cum. Come on, princess.” Kuroo gripped on to your neck, spitting at your asshole to lube it up more as he continued thrusting into you. 

You roll your eyes and gape your mouth open. Bokuto fondled your tits and kissed your chest as Kuroo put you in a headlock with his elbow and was being cheered on by Bokuto. 

“Aww, man. She’s about to cum.”

Kuroo sped up his pace, making you scream again and squirm one more time, letting your juices flow out onto Bokuto’s lap. Cum and your pussy liquid came out, making Bokuto playfully chuckle. 

Kuroo let out a growl and a groan, while you let out a whine as he choked your neck for the last time as he finished fucking your asshole 

"Awww did you cum from just your asshole? Huhhh? I really am your favorite, you dirty little anal whore,” Kuroo teased.

#kuroo x bokuto x y/n #haikyuu smut #bokuto smut #kuroo smut #bokuto #kuroo #dp #hq smut #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fic

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#5

Currently am on the many sleeping drugs plus cold medicine and they are stirring my eyes around in a talky way so helllo how are you? I have been reading about komodo dragons with their heads in buckets and also people having hypothermia debated with the ice-water dunked and that all makes for a weird clacking noise in my stirry brain cocktail.

I appreciate the tungls yes I do. They keeps all my various ideations to a dull roar.

5 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

#4

My dog is an underwear thief.

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Can we see the puppy

Yes, absolutely!

Here’s Freya milliseconds before realizing She’s Bored and It’s An Emergency

And here she is immediately after:

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My #1 post of 2022

You know what I wanna see? A story about Gotham centered on, like, Gotham paramedics, social workers, legal aid & pro bono lawyers, stuff like that. Emergency services that aren’t the cops. People who help people past the point of ”OK who needs to get punched and/or arrested?”

Think of it, that shit would be wild. Like, how long does this city go between crises where entire city blocks get hit with aerosolized amphetamines? Someone has to deal with that shit.

Look, my sister’s a social worker, and she was telling me about this meme her coworkers found on facebook, some pro-cop bullshit where it was like, ”Well what if there’s some 200 pound naked guy running screaming down the street, you wanna send a social worker after that guy?” And every one of them was like, ”Uh. Yeah. That’s it, that’s the job.”

And like, not that the job doesn’t attract its share of bullies and abusers- I’ve been on the wrong end of shitty social workers before and it sucks- but at least it’s a profession that generally considers it a failure if the client ends up dead, injured, or in jail. At least there’s a potential there for stories that show the humanity of the people who would otherwise only show up to get rescued or have the crap beaten out of them.

Like. Tell us about a homeless shelter in Gotham. Tell us about a food kitchen. Who are the regulars there, and why? Who works there? What’s a day treatment meeting look like in a place where the supervillains cook up a new Crazy Debilitating Gas every week, some of which can fuck your shit up permanently?

What about people just trying to get to work in a situation like that? I bet after a while they just started selling gas masks at corner bodegas. (Probably mostly shitty ones.) Average Gotham Citizen has got to have so much PTSD about it.

I heard somewhere that DC has an editorial rule that goes, ”Gotham always gets worse,” and like. How can you hear that and not feel crushingly depressed? If you can’t tell a Batman story where Gotham gets better, where’s the space in there for hope? Isn’t that what escapist fantasy is supposed to be about? And ”Gotham never gets better” says the opposite of that, it says, ”There’s no escape, nothing gets better, let’s go watch some more civilians get blown up and then punch someone about it to show we care,” and that’s. Terrible. Like 40 cakes worth of terrible, OK?

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Could I request a Gojo fic/drabble/whatever based around Halsey’s song Colors?? I feel like it fits Gojo perfectly. Angsty. Fluffy. Whatever you’re feeling.

Hollow Purple

starring: sorcerer!Gojo x human!reader

synopsis: there was happiness when blue and red met, but they didn't know grey would claim their place in between them.

contents/warnings: ANGST, SFW, slightly mention of blood, trauma, violence (if I miss something, please warn me), both reader and Gojo are 18+

WC: + 2k

A/N: hello, anon! I swear to god I tried to make it a fluff, but I coulnd't, it screamed angst on my mind. This request reminded me I'm into writing pain stuff like my heart was broken a thousand times, and I wish I could say sorry for the pain, but I'm NOT hahaha no regrets. Enjoy!

tags @noritoshiikamo

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You were gone. You were gone and destroyed every piece of him, every inch of him were carved by you.

He knew by the first time he saw you that you'd have so much power over him, you could end him without even using words.

And that's what happened.

You with your beautiful eyes, and beautiful red dress. You broke him.

His blue eyes now devoid of bright, of color.

But he knew it was his fault.

His fault to insist bringing you to his world while you should've had stayed in yours, oblivion to everything related to jujutsu. Yet, he couldn't regret it. He would never regret meeting you, and being with you this whole time until you got apart.

There he was, above the skies, searching for cursed spirits who ran away from him, their fear reasoned since he was the strongest above all. He couldn't care less about their feelings. Within the curtain, without non-jujutsu sorceres, he just wanted to finish that spirits as fast as he could to call his day off and eat some sweets.

"Guess I'll have to go a little rough now, uh?" With a movement of his hands, he felt his cursed energy shaking inside him like an ocean of power, such powers had he overwhelmed by years until he could plenty control them.

But suddenly he felt another presence, aside cursed spirits and jujutsu sorcerers, he felt a human presence. With a frown of his browns, he took off his blindfolds, revealing beautiful blue eyes, in order to find out who or what was that feeling. His flowing energy all at once disrupted.

And then, he found you. He found you walking calmly through the lonely streets wearing a red dress he could never forget. "What an interesting..." He muttered checking out if you were truly human, six-eyes working hard to find it and, when he was certainly of it, his interest on you just grew even harder.

You were about to cross an alley between two buildings and he took the chance to teleport there by connecting his hands. You took a few steps and stopped to admire some store's window and he couldn't help but wonder how you were still there in that chaotic place so relaxed and withou fear.

"Who are you?" He came closer to you and you stepped back with surprise, staring at that tall white-haired man with suspicious eyes and a smirk on his lips.

"Who's wanna know?" Your hands ready to punch his face if he dared to try something on you. His growing interest reached alarming levels as his heart bumped hard on his chest.

"I'm Gojo Satoru," He said without approaching you, and with a bow, he added. "The strongest above all. At your service."

"The strongest?" You said while lifting your chin up to him in defiance. "Oddly of you to say that, isn't?"

And he at that right moment, he knew he was lost. He was lost to you.

- x -

He was supposed to protect you, he was supposed to take care of you ever since you met. Instead, he brought you danger, he brought you pain, he brought you despair.

What's the point of being blessed with six-eyes if he couldn't protect the only one he cared the most?

Not a bless, but a curse. A sin held upon his shoulders. A burden so heavy he couldn't breath.

A sin so harmful that had stained you. Your naive soul. Innocent. Heavenly.

And he missed you. He missed your red lips. You red clothes. He missed how your smile seemed to warm him just like the red sunset you two watched once. His blue eyes missed staring at your for hours, drowning in yours.

Blue and red.

Red and blue.

Two parts independent from each other, yet they floated against them, their souls wiling to be one.

Convergence and divergence.

Divergence and convergence.

And when both opposites reunite...

The second time you met, Gojo wasn't on a mission and you weren't in danger at all. You had an average day and stopped by a coffee shop to drink some hot coffee, eat your favorite sweet and maybe read your favorite book just to get away from craziness of your life, you wanted to relax. You were at your favorite table, alone, and the costumers were passing around you and you weren't giving them attention when the doorbell left out a "ring!".

He couldn't help but desire some sweets, it was his nature as sweet-eater. He knew he would bring attention to him, he was tall, handsome as hell and was wearing a blindfold, of course everyone would've looked at him.

But you hadn't looked at him. You didn't even take your eyes out of the pages to check what happend at the cafe. Nevertheless, once again you caught his attention and he recognized you from your first meeting. "What do we have here?" He muttered with a glimpse of a smile on the corner of his lips.

He ordered a chocolate cake and signed the waiter to take it to your table. Meanwhile, he moved his long legs on tour way, like you were a force bringing him closer and closer each step. He moved the chair loudly and had his seat in front of you. "Hello, Y/N! Long time no see, ugh?"

Surprised by his suddenly entrance, you put your book down and looked straight at him. That weird man you met months ago, still you felt different about him. "Long time no see, strongest above all" you replied playfully. "What bring your majesty up here?"

— x —

When you third met, it was your first date. That turned into a second, and then a third, a fourth... And suddenly you were about all his life, above your weird friendship. All at once you became the one he needed the most to feel himself.

Yet he chose not to tell you about jujutsu. He chose not to tell you about his powers. About why he couldn't stay a little longer with you at your place. About where he would've been travel out of city for weeks without giving any news if he was okay.

He dissapeared for weeks in a roll. And you worried about him. About his blue eyes. You worried about never going to see him again, even though you didn't figure out what you feared at all.

Once, he came back of one of those long trips, after several weeks of nothing about him, but what he gave you to remind of him — his shirt, a photograph of you two, one of his blindfolds.

And you couldn't help but cry while kissing him. You couldn't help but to say you loved him you never wanted for him to disappear. And he would retrieve, he would say he loved you so hard you had him in your hands. He was yours to be loved, to be destroyed.

The strongest on his knees at a human's mercy.

Had never his eyes sight such a colorful being, such a colorful existence. He was at your mercy, his existence, his entire being was yours to paint, to stain, to rip him apart if you wanted.

And then, when you two lay down together, messy sheets and pillows. Blue and red met once again, but not apart, they were together. That time blue and red turned into a beautiful tone of purple.

— x —

Someday you would find out, he knew it. Yet, he still longed for time to be with you, time to be himself without necessarily being the strongest, the head of his clan, the balance between cursed spirits and jujutsu sorcerers.

But he knew he had no time, you had no time with him. There wasn't enough time with jujutsu and curses. They would've come for you by anytime.

He masked his worries from you. He always seemed so happy in his nonchalant and playful way. Always trying to annoy you and make you laugh everytime you spent together.

You mocked the "strongest above all" out of him every opportunity you had. And this had him caring about you more and more.

But then it wasn't a joke anymore.

Jujutsu were real.

Cursed spirits were real.

And you were just a human.

Alone.

Blood. Red. Everything is red. Everything is blood. Pain. You were in pain screaming. You couldn't see what hurt you, but that ominous feeling was still there in your place. "What happened? What happened? Who are you? Who are you?" You couldn't help keep muttering it like a prayer, thinking of Gojo who was to come by and see your hurt state.

But Gojo Satoru felt the overflowed cursed energy arisen from your place. His bare eyes naked with worry and, for the first time, fear. And then he broke. Every piece of him.

He found you on the floor, muttering non-sense words — including his name in your dizzy state — blood running over you limbs, torso and head. A cut on your beautiful face. And above you, at the ceiling, that goddamn cursed spirit laughing out loud mocking you. Mocking your pain. Your despair.

He ran out of control. He released this powers untamed, uncontrolled. In a blink of an eye he exorcised that cursed spirit from existence. He was furious, feral. He could bring fire to the world if it means to keep you safe, to keep you alive. "Y/N?" He came closer to you, checking out your pulse as his hand held your wrist. It was so weak his heart almost stopped. "Don't leave me, please. You don't deserve to die."

— x —

When everything fell apart, he took you to Shoko at Jujutsu High nursery. She healed your physical wounds in silence while he stayed by your side. You kept unconscious the process, sometimes mumbling while your expression turned into a painful one.

When you woke up at his place, you said nothing. Nothing came out from your mouth, even though he tried to make you speak. He kissed your forehead, your cheeks. You could hear him say "Love, love, love, please, talk to me" in a desperate broken tone.

Yet you couldn't say a thing.

When purple turned into grey, everything faded away. Everything blurred.

Happiness overpowered by despair and pain. You were broken such as the beautiful thing you two had.

"Y/N, please, please, I'm begging," Once more his voice muffled on your ears. Why they hold such pain? "I'm on my knees, Y/N, please, come back, come back to me."

He told you the truth about him so many times expecting some reaction, something from you. Yet he received anything at all. You were numb to reality, there was nothing he could do about that.

But one day, after weeks and weeks of him trying to call you back, you spoke for the first time. Pale eyes meeting him lifeless. And he felt his world falling apart again. "I want to go" You whispered and he widened his pretty eyes full of tears.

"What, Y/N?"

"I want to leave. I wanto to go away from here. Take me out, take me out, take me out..." You kept saying repeatdly, each time a knife stabbing his heart.

"Y/N, love..." He tried to touch your hair, but you moved away from him.

"No, no," You muttered afraid. "It's your fault. The monsters. The blood. The pain..." You shrunk yourself in your bed, crying. "The nightmares. It's your fault." Your crying getting louder and louder. "I wish I could forget you."

"Y/N, I-I," He struggled his words, afraid and crying. "You know I can protect you, you know I will."

Your voice cold in his ears aside your tears. "No, you can't."

— x —

Blue bright eyes once, but not anymore. Not when the reason they shone for now It's gone. When you've chosen to forget him since your accident.

That was what you asked, to forget. To forget the pain, the blood the nightmares, him...

It was quite easy to manipulate your memories, cursed energy manipulation and then it's done. Not that it means it did not hurt him, but it had to be done.

When light came back to your eyes, Gojo's bright faded away.

When you smiled red, blue was not his color anymore.

When your life was colorful, his was grey and devoid of any color.

Red and blue turned into purple. His heart was craved by yours, when you were together.

Purple danced in front of his eyes as his memories overflowed his mind. Blue eyes crying because of red.

Blue eyes seeing grey because now red is gone forever and blue is alone.

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[doyumacy]

ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ - 3

ʏᴜᴛᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx) ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4k

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ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ ɪ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ.

“come on, y/n. it will be so much fun!”

you look at jaehyun. of course jaehyun wants to do this. underground parties are his type of scene.

hollywood hills always throw the best underground and illegal parties throughout los angeles. no one really knows who’s behind them, but it’s probably the mafia leaders so they can sell their best drugs and make tons of money.

“okay,” you say.

it’s a full-on club experience. a d.j is at one end of the room on a raised platform and on your left a makeshift bar is set up where bartenders hand out drinks. the neon lights are everywhere and the colors change to a different each second. the space has four corridors that branch off from each corner of the room and you notice couples disappearing down them, hands grasping and lips locking on to any inch of bare skin.

“here’s the winner,” a tall man with pushed black hair back approaches you. “glad you made it.”

“we wouldn’t have missed it,” you say.

“well, enjoy the party,” he smiles. “everything you need just ask for it.”

you nod. “thanks.”

jaehyun comes back holding two drinks. he didn't get to see the man’s face. “who was that?”

“no idea. i guess he’s the host,” you take the red cup jaehyun hands you.

“johnny and taeyong are on their way,” he checks his phone.

“cool,” you reply. “i’m gonna go to the restroom. can you watch my drink?”

“sure.”

you hand him your red cup and make your way to the crowded room, looking for the restroom. you finally find it and after you’re done with your needs, you wash your hands and exit the bathroom.

someone grabs your arm and takes you to one of the rooms. you’re pushed against the door once it is shut down and you recognize mark through the purple neon lights. you smile sideways, resting your head against the door. “you’re so obsessed with me, mark.”

his hands go down to your hips and push you even more against the door. “i want my shirt back.”

you pout. “i’m not wearing it now.”

“but your man is,” he stares at your lips. “wondering what he’s gonna do when he finds out the shirt he’s wearing belongs to the man who ate his girl nights ago.” he tilts his head.

you scoff. “i wonder what your red haired will think about his boyfriend getting his dick sucked in the middle of the street?”

he frowns. “yves? she ain’t my girl.”

“jaehyun ain’t my man either, dumbass,” you push him away.

“this makes things even better,” he locks you again, pressing his palms on the door and his arms next to your head. “i’ve been thinking of you. so much.”

you smirk playfully. “i got that effect.”

he rests a knee between your thighs. “i want to fuck your mouth again.”

you slightly moan and lock the door behind you. “we can do something about it,” you say, your hands traveling to his belt, undoing it.

mark smiles looking at you and cups your jaw, making you look at him. his lips reach yours and he nips at your lower lip, never ending the eye contact with you. it’s so hot. you kiss him and he tries to pull away, you grab his shirt with your fist and then, you encircle your arms around his neck and kiss him more. you hear nothing but the loud music outside.

you take off his shit, not leaving his lips.

careful not to bump on anything, he walks backwards, his arms wrapping your waist and once he reaches the bed, he turns and pushes you on it. he hovers on top of you and pulls away from the kiss. “i can fuck your mouth other day, right now i want to be inside of you.”

his hands find the hem of your shirt and take it off. he gently kisses your shoulders down to your clothed breast. he helps you to get off your bralette and he throws it somewhere in the lilac room and goes back to your breast, licking and kneading it.

with kisses trails all over your body, mark kissing your hard nipples making them even harder. “i like your nipples,” he whispers in between biting and licking your breast. all you can do is moan and run your fingers through his soft black hair.

you feel him coming down slowly between your legs, leaving soft kisses on your abdomen and playing with your black lacy panties. teasing your clothed entrance. he removes the underwear slowly leaving you fully naked under him.

“on the scale of 1-10, how drunk or high are you?” he asks and waits for you to answer.

“0,” you answer. “fuck me senseless now.”

he lets out a small giggle. he looks straight at you in the eye while his fingers make you feel good.

he spreads your legs even wider and plays with your slit more before he removes his pants. you notice his calvin klein underwear and bite your lip. mark is so hot.

“y/n, you’re staring,” he snaps out of you.

you gasp as you remember your legs are wide open in front of him, trying to close them but he stops you. “nothing i hadn’t seen before.” he grabs your legs and drags you down, leaving your legs dangling on the side of the bed. he’s between your opened legs, you come close to him. mark makes you touch his body. you look into his eyes when your hand makes its way to his growing crotch. he’s hard.

you kiss his abdomen playing with his black calvin klein underwear before removing it. his dick sptungs free and you lick it for the meantime leaving mark weak. you feel him trembling already but he takes your shoulders, pushing you away. “not tonight, gorgeous.”

you groan and he pushes you back to the bed, he kisses your neck and hands all over your body. kissing your lips again wilder than ever, he bites your nipples making you moan with a soft “ouch.”

you can feel his cock hard again poking your thigh, you hum stroking and teasing it again. “can’t get enough of my cock, baby?” he whispers, leaving wet kisses on your neck.

“mark,” you whine. “please.”

“please what, princess,” he kisses your abdomen.

“fuck me,” you beg.

he smiles and his hand goes between your bodies and you feel him stroke his cock, teasing your entrance. “oh wait,” you stop for a second. “condom?”

he groans and puts his forehead on your chest. “i don’t have one.”

you sigh. “i’m clean. are you clean?”

“yeah,” he looks at you.

“okay. continue.”

you bite his lip following by kissing it with your tongue. checking your slit, he lines his cock to your pussy and slams right in without any waning.

“ah, fuck,” you scream, scratching his back.

he groans. “why are you so fucking tight?”

fucking you slowly, mark kisses your neck. you moan. “do you want me to spread my legs more?” and all he does is kiss you more hungrily  as a form of answer.

his right hand is on your left thigh, making you spread even wider and stopping your legs from closing at the same time. his other hand is all over your body like it has a life on its own, making you suck his thumb and puts it on your clit.

your hands are encircled around his neck, making him focus on you. looking him in the eye while he thrusts hard and deep and your boobs bouncing up and down beneath him.

searching for more feeling, you make him suck your right thumb while looking into your eyes, he gave you a wink and suddenly you feel your lower abdomen tighten, your eyes roll back and your body arches. he gigles and he pulls out. when you’re about to protest, he grabs your hips and roll you on your stomach. “ass up, baby.”

you do as he asks and bury your head on the sheets. he enters you again, this time balls deep and you moan loudly. “fuck, mark.”

“shit, you feel so nice,” he clenches his jaw, accelerating his pace.

he pounds you deep, your skin's clapping and your moans. he groans and takes your hair in a fist. “i’m close,” he says.

“shit, so am i,” you whine, gripping at the sheets.

mark fucks you now through your orgasm, not letting go and his thrust get harder and sharper.

“mark!” you moan his name.

he turns you around again, leaving you on your back and spreads your legs even wider. wanting to see his face, you rank your fingers to his hair scratching his forehead accidentally.

“am i going to be alive after this?” you laugh but it turns out to be a loud moan, he’s now kissing and biting your nipples again as he picks up his pace.

you grip on his back because of the changed pace. he bites the skin of your left boob a little too hard. you grab his face and kiss him, and just a glance to his perfect fucked up face makes you cum again trembling and shivering under him, moaning his name telling him to stop, but of course he doesn’t, chasing his own orgasm and cums right after you, spilling his warm white liquid inside of you.

“oh y/n,” he moans, almost sounds like he’s about to cry.

he rests on top of you, both of you panting, trying to recover but you feel too weak.

after a minute of just hearing the music blasting outside, you get up with trembling legs collecting your clothes and putting them on again. mark looks for his underwear, and wears it again.

you turn and you notice the scratch on his face. “shit. i’m sorry, mark.”

“what? why are you apologising?” he asks.

“the scratch on your forehead?” you approach him. he’s sitting on the edge of the bed.

he smiles, little do you know he enjoys rough sex. you’re still not fully dressed and mark pulls you by the hems of your panties. you groan. “what are you doing?”

“you’re so hot,” he murmurs. “wanna go again?”

you stare at him. “my friends and brother are probably looking for me.”

he hums, rubbing your thighs with his palms and looks at you. “another time then?”

“yeah,” you bite your lip.

“you know where to find me, baby,” he kisses your crotch, making you sigh.

you leave the room fixing your hair, acting as if mark didn’t rearrange your guts just minutes ago and join jaehyun, johnny and taeyong. jaehyun hands you your red cup and he sniffles. “you smell like sex.”

you turn to him. “what?”

“you smell like sex,” he repeats and has a sip of his drink. “was it good?”

you nod. “so fucking good.”

jaehyun smiles. “i’m always up for a threesome. tell your guy.”

you look at him. “i’ll think about it.”

he winks at you.

mark meets with his friends again and donghyuck frowns when he spots the scratch on his forehead. “dude, what happened?”

“huh?” he touches his forehead as if he didnt know, “i hit a door, i didn’t know i got this.”

“you’re so dumb,” jeno mocks him.

yves stares at him for a couple of seconds and notices something the other two guys didn't: a hickey next to the mole in his neck.

“was the name of that door y/n?” yves has a sip of her drink.

mark looks at her and grins. “who i fuck is none of your business.”

jeno and donghyuck whistle, raising their eyebrows. yves grins at him back. “of course it is my business because you keep sticking your dick inside me. like last night for example.”

jeno gives them a disgusted face and donghyuck frowns. “you two keep fucking? i thought you were done.”

“we are done,” mark states. “it’s just casual sex.”

“yeah,” yves stares at him. “i thought we had a deal.”

“you made that deal,” mark cocks an eyebrow to her.

“i really hope y/n is clean, or it’s going to be so much fun seeing your dick rotting.”

“let me worry about that, beautiful,” he waves her off.

“and this is why you should not fuck your ex,” jeno mutters.

later that same night, you make sure you don’t get drunk since you’re driving back and it’s a long way. you lean against the led bar where the bartenders are and as you are about to order something to drink, a black haired man wearing a silk blue shirt and black pants stands next to you. “whiskey on the rocks for me and for the miss just a coke. thank you.”

you cock an eyebrow to him. “excuse me?”

he turns to you and smiles. “i didn’t introduce myself, did i? i’m kim doyoung.” he extends his hand.

you stare at his hand and take it, shaking it slightly. “y/n.”

“i know,” he says. “i’ve been watching you.”

“watching me?” you look at him.

“during the drift and here,” he hands you your glass with coke. “you’re fascinating. i might think i’m in love.”

you roll your eyes. “what do you want?”

“why do you think i want something?” he tilts his head.

“you tell me, doyoung.” you smile.

“smart,” he has a sip of his whiskey. “i like that.”

“so?”

“i want you to drift for me,” he offers.

you scoff. “sorry. i don’t need a sponsor.”

“i don’t want to be your sponsor, y/n,” he replies. “i want you to drift for me just one ocassion. i pay very well.”

“i don’t rob or kidnap people either,” you stare at him.

he laughs. “not that kind of job either. i just want you to drift against someone who’s been a pain in my ass.”

“and what makes you think me winning will stop from being a pain in your ass?” you tilt your head, cocking an eyebrow.

“well, we made a deal: if he loses he stops drifting and no one has been really good to beat him,” he rests an elbow on the bar. “but i bet you can.”

“who is he?” you inquire.

“no one really knows his name,” he runs his hand through his hair.”but some people call him ‘jwi.’”

you frown. “i have never heard of him.”

“how could you?” he looks at you, playfully. “you just came back.”

you smile sideways. “so you gossip, doyoung.”

“i hear things,” he smirks. “so, will you help me?”

you sigh. “yeah why not. but i want cash in advance.”

“sure thing. i’ll give you the half tomorrow and the rest when he’s out,” he smiles at you. “do we have a deal?”

doyoung extends his hand.

“それをしないでください。 あなたはこれより賢いです。” (sore o shinaide kudasai. Anata wa kore yori kashikoidesu) (don’t do it. you’re smarter than this) yuta whispers from the second floor, staring at you having a conversation with doyoung.

you stare at doyoung and then at his hand. “deal.” you shake his hand.

“くそ” (kuso) (fuck) yuta groans.

“i’ll see you tomorrow then,” doyoung finishes his drink. “enjoy the rest of the party, y/n.”

doyoung walks away and you sigh. you return to where johnny, taeyong and jaehyun are and you regret the decision immediately. your brother almost sucking someone’s life and taeyong and jaehyun dancing with two busty blondes.

jaehyun winks at you and you laugh shaking your head. you approach him and speak to his ear. “i’m gonna go home.”

“i’m going with you,” he replies loudly.

you shake your head in disagreement. “you stay and enjoy the party. make sure taeyong doesn’t get high.”

he nods and kisses your cheek. “call me when you get home.”

you leave the party and walk to your car. as you’re about to get the freeway, you stop at a red light and a black car lines next to you. you can’t see who’s inside since the windows are too dark, then you hear some music coming out from the car and you recognise the song.

it’s 千客万来 (senkyakubanrai) by miyavi and daoko.

yuta loved that song. it was one of his favourite songs.

you frown. is someone messing with you? it’s cruel.

the light changes to green and the car speeds up, leaving you behind. now you’re mad. you speed up as well.

coming at speed behind it. luckily, the freeway is somehow empty. you follow closely behind another car, similar to the one yuta had when you met him.

yuta tries to keep his eyes on the road, but he keeps glancing at the rearview mirror. he grins. he should’ve known you’re too good at driving. and he knows he should feel worried, but he’s actually enjoying it.

he misses you so much and it feels like the old times.

taking a deep breath, you can feel your leg pressing on the gas pedal automatically.  you speed through the freeway making a turn to an emptier road.

you see the car changing lines until he exits the freeway and you're going too fast you miss the exit. you curse under your breath. "fuck."

whoever is behind the sick joke you hoped they get what they deserve for doing such a thing.

(...)

“not gonna lie, i’m looking forward to the day you sit on my face,” you hear mark behind you.

you are bent over against a car, the hood open. wearing denim shorts.

it’s sunday and you would normally won’t work, but since you don’t have anything better to do, you think working on your car is a good idea.

you turn around, your ass cheeks now resting against the hood. you cross your arms on your chest. “you’re gross, mark.”

he smiles. “what are you working on?”

“it’s a secret,” you reply.

he hums. “fine. don’t tell me.”

“what are you doing here?”

“i actually came to see your brother,” he answers. “but i think he’s still asleep. he won’t pick up the phone.”

you nod. “he came home pretty late last night.”

“and you?” he walks to you and wraps his arms around your waist. “i saw you leaving and you didn’t say goodbye.”

you roll your eyes, placing your palms on his arms. “you were busy with your friend.”

“yves,” he smirks at you. “are you jealous, y/n?”

you scoff, pushing him away. “i am certainly not. just don't be so shameless and don't flirt with others when you've just fucked me.”

“did i hurt your feelings?” he pouts, mockingly. the same you did when you met him.

you squint your eyes at him. “whatever. it’s not like it’s happening again.”

he frowns. “why not? you clearly had a great time.”

“i did,” you admit. “but you’re doing business or whatever with my brother and the last thing i want is things to turn awkward.”

“and they won’t because we’re both adults,” he wraps his arms around your waist again, this time pulling you closer. “i can fuck you and still doing business with your brother. and of course, racing against you.”

“please give up, you will never beat me,” you cock an eyebrow to him.

“don't count your chickens yet, gorgeous,” he rubs your bottom lip and looks at you. “you still haven’t seen my best movements.”

you smirk. “you're all bark and no bite.”

he groans. “get in the car.”

“no. i’m busy.”

“y/n…” he warns.

“mark…” you imitate his tone.

he sighs heavily. “wait till i’m done with johnny. “

“i’ll be in my bedroom. maybe the door’s unlocked,” you wink at him.

mark pulls his lips away, towering over you with glinting eyes as he raises an eyebrow. “what was that?”

he doesn’t remove his fingers, continuing to draw small circles on your clit as you silently squirm. you bite down on your lip, pushing out another breath.

“gotta be.. quiet..” you say, sucking in a breath as mark runs his finger down between the lips and back up again, slowly. mark chuckles softly.

“ah..” mark laughs softly, smirking. “so… this?”

he begins to tease your entryway, which makes you arch your back slightly and let out another soft gasp. mark laughs again.

“this is gonna be fun.” pressing his lips back to your skin again, he continues to tease, using all his fingers to make you wetter and wetter, trying to force a noise out of you. yet you refuse, enjoying the pleasure through muted moans, soft gasps, and occasionally a very tiny hum. mark doesn’t relent, as his lips travel further and further down your body, making sure to take his time. soon, his mouth replaces his fingers. your back starts to arch again with every movement of his tongue against you.

mark sneaked into your room when johnny had to use the bathroom and jisung locked himself in his bedroom. but unfortunately, your bedroom is between your brothers' bedroom.

each flick of his tongue against you makes you gasp slightly louder, but not loud enough to be heard outside the room. mark continues to make you squirm, laughing softly again as he pulls his lips away from you. he moves a hand up to catch your attention, and you look down at him, his lips glistening.

“still no noise?” he asks, and you shake your head, gasping again as he moves himself back into position. you snake your hands to his hair, wrapping your fingers around the strands as you arch your back again as he expertly moves. humming again, he moves his lips away, looking over at you again.

“ready?” he asks, as he lowers his sweats.

he positions himself over you, pushing your hips up, he slides inside of you slowly and, knowing that something is coming, instinctively grabs one of the pillows behind your head. handing it to you with a smile, you quickly take it and bite down hard, releasing a muffled moan. mark lets out a laugh, beginning to move inside of you now that you had something to muffle the noise. it's still not screaming, mind, but it's slightly louder than what you were doing before.

mark starts sucking on your skin again, littering kisses along your collarbone. “hmm..” he mutters against your skin, peeling himself out slowly before pushing back in quickly, making you push out another muffled moan as you arched your back slightly. “should have gone to my place instead.”

you can feel yourself getting closer to climax, as mark gripped the back of your thighs, digging his nails in softly. your muffled noises are rising in pitch, as you move the dampened pillow and his name slips through your lips in the softest whine. mark hums, slowing down in his tempo as you hold on as long as you can. then, as the climax hits, you let out a soft groan that suddenly gets quite loud.

mark lets out a laugh and presses a kiss to your forehead. he comes inside of you soon after, pulling himself out after a few seconds. he lays next to you and looks at you, smiling.

"i hate you so much," you groan, putting your palm on his face.

he giggles. "i should go now."

"you better before I slap you," you smile at him.

"you're very kinky," he says, standing up and looking for his clothes.

you give him your middle finger and he laughs. he approaches the bed and kisses your finger. "later, gorgeous."

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