#like he looked so fucking annoyed that I wasn’t taking his answer lol

[myrcenegirl]

“Hey this lady asked if we pull credit to give her info about our programs what can I tell her?” We don’t know that that’s for the licensed people to know tell her the specialist will help her “she told me to ask the specialist (who I said was ready to speak with her)” well we don’t know that we’re just supposed to get her over to them. I mean I guess you could just tell her no. So you get the transfer.

#like he looked so fucking annoyed that I wasn’t taking his answer lol #just another fucking idiot the pipsqueak set up to help me wooooo #and so I lied and got the transfer so let’s see if I get in trouble for that i can’t wait #and ofc I would never snitch but I will say I’m sorry I got some bad info from someone I asked then :)

[muniimyg]

8.5: exiled 》 series m.list

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“Get off of her!” 

All eyes are on you as you shove a drunk guy off Mina. He's probably twice your size, but it doesn't matter. Her eyes widen as you take her by the arm and hide her behind you like a child. She almost trips over her own feet, but finds balance as Yuna catches her. Yuna stands behind Mina, keeping her in the middle. Automatically, Mina feels safe.

The man puts his hands up and feels all eyes shift to him. 

Poorly, he tries to take a step towards you. Glaring at him, you don’t back away. Yuna tugs your arm to do so, but you ignore her. Instead, you stay as you are. Why would you back down? Why should you be scared? The man chuckles, unable to process what’s happening. He slurs his words, “I was just trying to talk to her.”

You find his ignorance ridiculous. Coyly, you call him out. “Since when did 'trying to talk to her' involve your hands on her ass?” 

His crooked smile drops at your words. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Without much thought, you take a step towards him. Angrier than ever, you want to yell at his face, slap him, and tell him he’s a sad excuse of a man. You hate him. He boils your blood and you love the idea of swinging at him. It takes every ounce of strength for you not to.

It's not such a bad idea, right?

The moment you move your feet and raise your hand, Yuna calls for Taehyung. 

It's a little annoying how in moments like these, it’s difficult to deny that they just might be a match made in heaven. Like magic, Taehyung makes his way through the crowd and places himself in between you and the drunk man. 

Taehyung eyes the guy, steadily with an intimidating gaze. His tone is cold and irritated. He has never been the one to entertain drama—especially the kind that involves his friends. 

“You bothering my friends?” He asks. "I'd suggest you don't."

The man huffs at him before deciding this isn't worth it. He backs off, not bothering to look back or utter another word. The crowd parts for him as his friends help him out of the house. By the time he disappears, Taehyung yells: “Ayo, what the fuck is everyone on? Since when did we let creeps in? Since when do we let each other be treated like that?”

“Taehyung—”

“No, Yuna," Taehyung pauses only to raise his voice. "That was so fucking weird! Since when do we stand around and let them do stupid shit—“

“Tae,” Yuna grabs his arm, and she attempts to calm him. “Everyone is drunk. No one is going to listen to your speech. It’s okay. Nothing escalated and you came right on time.”

He has a difficult time accepting her words.

“Just because it’s okay this time doesn’t mean it’s okay next time,” he huffs. Yuna hushes him and pulls him in a hug. Taehyung rests his chin on top of her head and murmurs, “You’re okay, right? Did he touch you?” 

Yuna shakes her head and proceeds to tell Taehyung to relax. She explains that it wasn’t even her that needed the rescue—it was Mina. Though it was a concerning matter, Taehyung doesn’t care. He takes any and every opportunity to protect Yuna. To him, only Yuna mattered. He pouts, feeling sulky at the fact that she was almost caught in an uncomfortable situation. 

The two drift into their own world, leaving you and Mina. 

Turning to her, you ask, "Are you okay?"

Mina nods, taking a breath in. She can't believe all of that happened within 5 minutes. It was all so fast. Hastly, she answers you. "Y-yeah, I am. Thanks for that..."

Simply, you offer a small smile and nod. Just as you're about to take off and find Yuna, Mina reaches for your hand. You hesitate, not knowing what to do. Although that doesn’t matter, The alcohol in her system gives her confidence as she takes your hand and tugs you in for a hug. By now, it’s clear that her state is well past tipsy.

Mumbling, she reveals, “My friends would’ve just stood there. The last time something like this happened, Jungkook swooped in to save me—”

“Why do your friends just stand there?” you ask rather angrily. That's annoying. Shouldn't girls stick together? Shouldn't friends do more than let bad things happen? Mina's words make you upset and lead you to a protective point of view. You pull away and look at her sternly. “You need new friends.”

She laughs, trying to play it cool. “They’re just shy…”

“That’s no excuse,” you tell her. “If that shit happens again, text me. Yuna and I will come to your rescue. I literally hate it when guys are—”

“You’re nice,” she says softly. Mina says it like it's the newest discovery the world needs to know of. She says it like it's mindblowing. You can't help but crack a smile at her as she continues. “L-like, I knew you were nice… But this is your first time being nice to me.”

You pause for a second.

Were you intentionally mean to her? You never meant to be (aside from the blowjob thing). Seeing her alone and in distress makes you feel like the most horrible person in the entire world. You want to say sorry. You want to beg for forgiveness and hope for a reset with her.

Let's be real.

Rebuilding or restoring—whatever the fuck you need to do to fix things between you and Mina—can't happen overnight. No flowery words or protective action can make up for the strain in your potential friendship with her.

You opt for the most rational path.

Baby steps.

“I guess I just never had the opportunity to be your friend,” you almost stutter.

Your words catch her off guard. 

Mina blinks at you. “I thought you didn’t like me. Why would you be my friend?”

You chuckle, a little taken back by her honesty. “Who said I didn’t like you? Jungkook?”

She shakes her head profusely. “N-no… No one really.. I just assumed. And, speaking of which…. Let’s go this way.”

By now, the crowd had already forgotten and moved on from what had happened 5 minutes ago. Everyone takes their place, occupying the house, and leaving you and Mina no choice but to move out of the way. Even though she’s drunk and stumbling through the crowd, she remembers where she last saw Jungkook. 

As she leads you to the backyard, she pauses at the sliding door. Outside, you can see Jungkook sitting on the grass with a drink in his hand. Yuna and Taehyung are sitting on the patio deck, talking to each other and watching over Jungkook. 

“I don’t not like you,” you admit to her. Your wording is confusing, especially to a drunk girl trying to comprehend your attempt at warmth. “Not liking you… versus not liking the fact that you like Jungkook are two different things… I think I was insecure. I was immature about it. I didn’t mean to be mean. I’m sorry I was selfish. I’m sorry if it ruined what you and Jungkook had.”

“You’re sorry about ruining my one-sided romance with him?” Mina frets, holding back tears. 

With no words to give her, you stay quiet. 

Breaking the silence, she asks with a sad smile: “What if I still like Jungkook?” 

It would be a lie to say that her words didn’t frustrate you. Truth be told, the entire idea of her still being into him makes you feel uneasy. Given that your fight with Jungkook blew up at the mention of her name—it’s not easy to move past. 

But you figure… Maybe you should. Maybe pushing through all the insecurity, ache, and pettiness is what needs to be done. There are so many good things in life and friendship is one of those things. She doesn't need to be your best friend or anything—but maybe she could be a good friend. At least, someone you could wave at as you cross paths.

Playfully, you nudge her. She reacts just as playfully and helps you unlock the patio door. 

“Then I guess you’re right,” you laugh, trying to sound as lighthearted as possible. “I don’t like you at all.”

For the first time, Mina throws her head back and laughs for real. 

You join her and laugh a little harder. Her reaction makes you feel a sense of relief and in that, for a split second, it felt comfortable and easy between you two. Like you had been friends all along. Like there was no bad start. No bad blood. When your laughter dies down, Mina takes a deep breath and makes a final confession. 

“I really wanted to be your friend,” her teary eyes give in. She lets a tear roll down her cheek as she continues. Sniffing, she admits, “I really wanted you to like me… You’re so pretty and you and Yuna have this nonchalant bestie behaviour that I'm honestly jealous of—“

“You’re so pretty too,” you say in awe. You can't help but feel flattered at her words but also a little bad that her luck seems to be quite the opposite of yours. “Let's put a pin on your friends for now... You’re really drunk, babes.”

“I know!” she cries with a smile. Mina throws her hands in the air like an overdramatic child. You've always known her to be cute, but this was the cherry on top.

She's cute! You don't want to rip her head off too! Progress.

Sighing, you ask, “How are you gonna get home?”

Mina shrugs.  “Dunno. Friends ditched me.”

You frown. 

“I’ll get Yuna and Taehyung to take you home… Is that okay? I'd do it myself but I think Jungkook needs my attention right now. Also, I don’t really trust the people at this party around you.” 

For the second time tonight, your words touch Mina. 

Oddly enough, your concern for her only makes her even more sad. It only makes her even more angry at the universe. In a sick way, she wishes you were mean. If you were mean, maybe it would be easier hating you. Instead, your honesty with your words pushes her into a dilemma. Should she hate you out of spite? Should she like you just because of this one good moment? Does she give it all up and let her growing resentment go? 

You look at her fondly and her mind is made up. 

You were forgiven. 

“I get it,” she sniffs, as she makes the connections in her mind. You tilt your head at her, eyebrows knit together.

“Get what?”

“I get why Jungkook wants to be loved by you so bad."

Mina doesn't continue her sentence. Puzzled, you aren't sure if there was more to it. You aren't sure if she was just that drunk. You aren't sure what it even means... Regardless, you're thankful.

One thing about Jungkook is that he’s good at drinking. 

In every beer pong game, every drinking game, and ice challenge—he has never had an issue getting drunk. He always had fun too! Drinking was easy for him. At least, it was easy until you. 

Drinking and having feelings for you all at once is not his favourite mix. 

God, he hates this so much. 

It feels like no drink is enough. No amount of shots or refills in his red cup will ease how he feels. Every shot he takes, as he shuts his eyes and throws his head back, he dedicates to you. How could he not? You’re the reason he’s drinking so fucking much anyway. 

He can’t think straight anymore. There isn’t a single thought in his head that makes sense and even counting is difficult now. Jungkook doesn’t know how many drinks he’s had. He lost count of the amount of shots he took by himself and with others. At one point, he thought his alcohol was water and chugged it.

Then, when he realized it wasn’t water… He threw up on Taehyung.

But that was minutes ago. For a good 10 minutes, he was left alone outside in the dark. Oddly enough, it was the first time in two weeks that he didn’t feel alone. His usual emptiness wasn’t consuming him.

There’s a stillness under the night sky that simply gives him peace. It lasts for a good 10 seconds before he thinks of you again… Not that he hasn’t been thinking of you every second of every day for the past two weeks—right now, he’s really thinking of you.

He’s thinking of how you laugh a beat after the punchline is said. He’s thinking of how you always hesitate to hold his hand. He’s thinking about the way you always take Yuna’s side even when she’s clearly wrong. He’s thinking about how much he wished he could’ve been that stupid fucking perilla leaf because it meant being close to your lips.

Then, he lets himself laugh.

It’s silly, isn’t it? Aside from being jealous of Eunwoo, he was also jealous of the perilla leaf itself.

How fucking hilarious.

Then, it gets worse.

As he continues to think about you, he swears he can see you making your way to him. Your figure comes closer and closer. Jungkook rubs his eyes, not wanting this to be a dream. Could it be true? Is it really you? Why… How the fuck did you get here? When?

With Eunwoo?

Oh my god.

He feels like he might cry.

“Jungkook,” you rush over to him and take the red cup out of his hand. Without hesitation, you pour out the alcohol and then toss the cup aside. He isn’t sure how, but you have a water bottle. It appears like magic and you open it. You don’t bother exchanging words with him as you bring the water to his mouth and tilt it.

He takes three big gulps before turning his face away.

“You need to drink more water,” you say softly, moving in closer to him. He looks at you weirdly, still not processing that you’re actually beside him. 

It’s been so long since you’ve been this close to him.

It feels like a fever dream.

“___? A-are you really here?”

His voice cracks. He sounds unsure and almost afraid. As much as it breaks your heart, you force yourself to put on a brave face.

Nodding, you offer him a smile. “Yeah, it’s me,” you attempt to give him water again. He rejects. “Come on, Jungkook. You need to drink more water—”

He shakes his head, rejecting you. 

“Pookie—”

“Yah, ___!” Jungkook pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “Don’t call me that. Fuck, ___. You should know when to stop.”

You blink at him. His harshness is difficult to be upset over. You can't blame him for feeling whatever he's feeling. It's valid. You've been an absolute idiot. Yet, your face can’t hide the disappointment you feel from being treated like that. 

Jungkook’s stern face suddenly drops. You’ve never seen such emotion. His lips twitch, as he tries to hold in his sobs. He hasn’t cried over you yet. In the span of the two weeks apart—he has just been avoiding his feelings. Avoiding you.

Now, here you are.

In front of him in all your heartbreaking glory and he can’t find it in himself to walk away. He can’t think of a single thing to say or do. Truth be told, he just wanted to look at you because holy shit.

He missed you so much.

“Seriously,” you press, “please… Just drink a little more water—”

Jungkook hits the water bottle out of your hand. It practically flies to the other side of the yard. You stand still, trying to keep yourself calm. It’s not like you were afraid of him or his temper—you’re afraid of what’s going to happen now.

His words.

“Do you honestly think I give a shit about water right now?” Jungkook growls. “Fucking think about it, ___.”

You take a breath in.

“What are you doing, Jungkook?”

Silence.

You continue, “Why are you drinking so much?”

He stares at you with a blank expression. 

Fine. 

You can’t help yourself by saying something that you know will bring out a reaction from him. “Jungkook, why’d you ask for a break?”

The most that happens is that he squints at you. He remains silent. 

Sighing, you make one last attempt. “I’m not good at this, okay? Tell me what to do and I’ll—”

“Say sorry.”

Immediately, you do so. You apologize. “I’m sorry.”

“Tell me you have feelings for me too.”

That’s when you notice his fists are all curled up and his chest rises dramatically from taking deep breaths. You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. He lowers his gaze, searching for your eyes. Then, Jungkook snaps. He can’t hold it in any longer. There are too many questions flooding his mind and at this point—ruining his life.

“Tell me you hate me then,” he insists. “___, tell me it’s my fault. Please. I’m begging you. Tell me I’ve been delusional about everything going on between us and that I had no right to act like a wuss over a fucking perilla leaf because I don’t mean shit to you. Tell me, ___, w-why don’t you wa-want m-me?”

His voice betrays him. It cracks as his words spill his sadness. A small sob, followed by a real one, escapes his lips. He buries his face into his hands as his shoulders shake from his cries. 

Jungkook is a mess.

He is mindlessly drunk and completely heartbroken. You reach out for him, but he shakes you off. “Let’s talk about this tomorrow, okay? When you’re not crying or this drunk—please, Jungkook. I’m begging you.”

“No! It’s no use.” Jungkook begins to sob even harder. He clenches the left side of his shirt, where his heart is, and hits it once, twice, and then a third time. It’s breaking and in no time, his heart will turn into stardust. He knows it. Even so, he cries like his words are his dying wish. “I like you so much my chest hurts. My words lose meaning because there is no way for me to explain that the answer doesn’t change—it’s always the same fucking answer to the stupidest goddamn question—oh my god, ___! I can’t keep pretending anymore—it hurts so bad. Being with you hurts so bad… Being without you is death. I felt like I was dying."

“Breathe,” you plead, as you search for his eyes. “Jungkook, take a minute.”

It’s devastating.

Jungkook is in complete agony and you don’t know what to say or do to ease his pain. If you say what he wants to hear—will that fix everything? Will he stop crying? Will he accuse you of lying? You don’t know. All you know is that it feels like the sky is falling.

“I think I’ve had feelings for you since the first time I’ve ever made you laugh… And I miss that, ___. I miss making you laugh.” In a sad attempt to compose himself, he reaches for your hand. You let him take it. What else can you do when the guy you’re falling for is falling apart in front of you? You let him take your fucking hand. You hold his hand tight and bite your tongue from letting your stupid words ruin this moment. 

“I remember it, y-you know?” he sniffs, trying to catch his breath. “B-but I don’t remember the joke I told you. In all honesty, I was too busy looking at you. Like, when I made you laugh, your eyes smiled before your lips did… A-and I remember my heart skipping a beat b-because it never did that before.” 

His confession moves you. 

Although, your heart feels conflicted. You don't even remember the first time he's made you laugh. He always makes you laugh. It’s flattering to find out how deeply he felt for you, but it is also extremely heartbreaking watching him go through this. It hurts you much deeper than you’re expressing. You feel frozen and it’s not by choice.

All you manage to say is; “slow down.” 

He does.

This was harder than he thought it would be. Not that ever thought confessing his feelings to you would be easy—he just never thought it would be like this. Drunk. Crying. Already brokenhearted before his actual confession.

He wanted it to happen better than this. He wanted it to happen lovingly, not desperately. If he had it his way, it should’ve happened at the party. 

He should’ve taken your hand as you walked down the stairs together. He should have asked you out as you two got dressed. Jungkook regrets it so much. If he had more time—if Eunwoo had never shown up… Maybe you two would have been together tonight. Maybe he would’ve been happy. 

Instead, he was downing shot glasses of tears and drunk in love. 

Jungkook turns away from you and tries to focus on his breathing. As he catches his breath, you gather your thoughts. You don’t want to lose him. You don’t want him to think that you’re okay with everything that’s going on—you’re not. You have feelings for him, sure, but you aren’t sure if they’re as deep as his… At least, that’s what you think. Then, that’s when it hits you.

They are, aren’t they? 

If they weren’t, you wouldn’t be here right now. You wouldn’t be holding his hand like a fucking bitch. 

Your feelings are just as deep as his. That’s why you’re here, holding his hand, and wanting to talk things through sober. You want it to mean more than a drunken confession. You want him to mean more than what you’ve been downplaying him to be. As you process these thoughts, he lets go of your hands. He takes a few steps away from you and paces back and forth. As much as he hates to do this, Jungkook draws the boundary.

“Do you even think about me?” He asks with a slightly irritated tone. “Because it feels like you don’t. You never texted me once—”

“You asked for the break.” Unintentionally, you say it like a smartass. 

He huffs at you. “Still. You should have texted—”

“Are you actually mad at me, Jungkook? Or are you upset that—”

“I miss you. Every day that passed, I missed you so much. You didn’t even text. You didn’t even hold your gaze when I caught you staring at me… And I had to play it cool, ___. I had to act like I wasn’t fucking dying inside. I’ve been so miserable—and you knew it. You must have known it because the happiest I’ve ever been has only been with you.” Jungkook’s mind spins faster and faster. He has to get all these words out. They’ve clogged up his mind and he��s so sick of it. 

He’s tired of this. How much longer could he live like this? How much longer does he have to wait for your heart to choose him?

“I waited for your text,” he whimpers. “I have waited for you every day. Over and over again. Day after day—and I c-can’t—” Jungkook pauses to compose his final words. “I did it all alone. I caught feelings by myself. I waited all by myself.”

“Jungkook—”

“I got ahead of myself.” 

You can't believe how foolish he sounds. How the only he got ahead of were your words. Honestly, you can't blame him. All you can really do is let him cry. Then, without warning, he begins to storm away.

You run after him.

Before he knows it, you wrap your arms around his torso. Hugging him from the back, you hold him tight. Jungkook is startled and completely moved. He wants to turn around and melt in your embrace... But for some reason, he can't do it. He can't give in this time. He can't stay and wait for you to fucking get it together. That's why, he does it. It's like he takes hold of the knife stabbed into your heart and pulls it out.

Then, you're left there bleeding as he tears away from your grasp.

For the first time, you watch him walk away. As he enters the house and you're left all alone, you try to rationalize everything in your head... But you can't.

You've been exiled.

#bts fanfic #bts fic rec #jk angst #jungkook angst #jungkook smau #jungkook fic

[joelsmochi]

honeypie - joel miller

summary: part 2 to honey (can be read as a standalone, doesn’t have much to do with the original plot!) warnings: not proofread, 18+, slight angst?, age gap (everyone is legal!!!!!), bickering/arguing, double date trope womp womp, degradation, dubcon, creampie, joel is a smidge misogynistic insecure and possessive wc: 2.6k a/n: this is mainly just some self indulgent yet rushed storytelling (so sorry, i wrote it in an hour because i was bored at work lol)! i wanna write a part 3 and actually include the beekeeping a little more but i have nooo idea how i’m gonna do it but we WILL get there one day babes!!! until then, enjoy this fluffy angsty sex 😽!!!💓

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“If you guys are gonna bang when I’m in the house the least you could do is be quiet!” You heard Sarah shout from the other side of Joel’s bedroom door after banging on it.

Joel grimaced, his body tensing beneath you but you were almost oblivious to the complaints of your best friend. Almost.

You didn’t let up on your movements or noises whatsoever and as much as Joel loved those sweet little moans spewing from you as you humped against him, he loved his privacy much more especially when it came to his daughter.

You shook your head profusely when he attempted to get you to stop, insisting on how you were almost there.

“Soclosesoclosesoclose—just w-wait, I’m cu—fuck. Ahh, fuck, I’m cumming. Oh yes! Yesyesyesyesyes! Ohh—oh, my God—“

Joel covered your mouth with a clammy hand, feeling torn from his mixed feelings of lust and embarrassment.

Going downstairs didn’t help him feel any better either, especially when Sarah began berating you both, not that he blamed her for it.

“Call it payback for all the times I let you and your boyfriend have sex in my bed,” you retorted.

“In your bed?!” Joel mumbled to himself.

“Yeah yeah, could have at least waited until I was gone,” Sarah muttered.

“Sorry, Sar,” you hummed, “your dad is just really hot.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Come on, man.”

“I didn’t even know you were home,” Joel complained. “You’ve been with Jared or whatever his name is all week.”

Sarah’s squinted her eyes, annoyed by the lack of care from her father. “Alex. His name is Alex dad—see, I hate this!”

“Oh, by the way, Sarah,” you said, pattering behind the kitchen counter, “wouldn’t use the open jar of honey if I were you.”

“UGH! EW! Fucking ew!”

♡

“Other than the obvious,” Sarah mumbled, “how’s my dad taking care of you?”

You wore a bright smile and looked away from your reflection momentarily. Joel was… Joel. Rough around the edges but he was a genuine person, confident in the external reality but a little insecure. Not unbearably insecure though, just enough to make you know he was trying his best.

He wasn’t the most romantic but you figured it was just from him being out of the game for so long and you knew you could train him to be more romantic if it was needed.

He didn’t push you aside or make attempts to subtly suggest you needed to leave after sex either; he’d pout real big and give you those gorgeous puppy dog eyes until you held him. He loved making you laugh.

But it definitely still felt like just sex rather than a relationship. You weren’t particularly complaining, but you weren’t bragging about it either.

“Good,” you answered.

Sarah could tell from your tone how honest it was. Good meant great, happy, damn near perfect.

“Good. I’m glad,” she said. “I was worried he’d be like one of those incels that get real creepy and pervy after thirty-five.”

“No, no, he’s great,” you reiterated. “He’s very funny. Smart. He asks me to tan in my bikini while he’s working on the hive or the yard.”

You watched from the corner of your makeup coated eye how tightly she grimaced.

“Images. In head. Don’t want them there,” she dramatized.

“I have to hear every last detail about you and Al up to where he’s shoving your cervix into your stomach. You can deal with a little sexiness from us,” you said.

“It’s just so weird,” she whined.

“Do you want me to stop seeing him?” You asked.

You had slowly began to worry about how this would affect your best friend over time, you knew it was a weird situation. You had no issue cutting Joel off if it meant Sarah got to be happy. There were other men in the world, there weren’t other Sarah’s.

“No, God! No. It’s just not as simple as I was expecting. You know?” She explained kindly.

“Totally! I’d be weirded out if you were hooking up with my dad while I was across the hall. I’m not blaming you there, or anywhere for that matter. Just know you come first.”

“Well, yeah, who else is going to wax your back hair and not judge you for it?” She teased.

You rolled your eyes at her.

“Lots of men with weird fetishes.”

♡

“Can’t believe I agreed to this,” Joel huffed.

He adjusted the waistband of his jeans making his shoulder briefly flare. You let your mind wander while Joel complained about the double date you had arranged with Sarah and Alex. You were currently waiting in the parking lot for them to arrive.

“It’ll be fun. You’ll get to meet Alex and see he is a respectable man and you and I get to pretend we’re a couple for a few hours.”

“Pretend?” Joel questioned. “W-what do you mean pretend? Are we not together?”

“Uh, no?” You said.

Joel didn’t appreciate your amused reaction and questioned you a little more.

“You never asked me to be your girlfriend— you haven’t even taken me on a date,” you explained. “Did you really think that conversation wasn’t necessary?”

“So if we’re not together then what is this?”

You sucked your teeth before simply saying, “Sex.”

Once the four of you were inside Sarah and her boyfriend felt the tension between the two of you.

You watched Joel punch in all of your names into the keypad before pressing ‘start game’.

“So Alex, what do you do for work?” Joel asked.

“Oh, well right now I’m working at a café downtown, but I’m majoring in political science to become a lawyer.”

“A lawyer?” Joel sounded impressed.

“Lawyers are great at communicating,” you antagonized. “They know what questions are… Important to ask.”

Joel rolled his eyes and motioned between you and the bowling balls. “Just go. Good God.”

“Dad, what did you do?” Sarah asked.

“Why do you assume it’s my fault?” He defended.

“Girl, what did he do?” She asked you.

Shrugging, you said, “I don’t know. Since Joel thinks he’s so great at communicating, maybe he should answer. I’m gonna go bowl.”

“Hope you gutter!” Joel shouted after you walked away. “She told me I needed to ask her to be my girlfriend.”

“You thought she was your girlfriend?!” Sarah said with wide eyes.

“Well… Yeah? Do I really need to verbally ask her that?”

“That’s why I got a strike, bitch,” you said while slapping the back of Joel’s head.

Sarah and Alex awkwardly stood up so that he could pretend to teach Sarah how to bowl properly. But the bickering between you and Joel didn’t end there.

“I thought it was obvious,” Joel told you. “I have you over all the time. We fuck. We laugh. Did I really need to ask?”

“So what would have happened if I pissed you off and you were to say ‘it’s not like you’re my girlfriend’?”

“I do not sound like that!” Joel scoffed. “And I would never do that to you, you know that. I just kinda figured you were mine, you know?”

You squinted at his unearned possession over you, feigning offense and scoffing obnoxiously.

“Yours? I’m not your property, Joel. You don’t get to claim me.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you goin’ to do about it? Fuck some other loser?”

You grinned, and immediately he regretted his words.

“That’s exactly what I’ll do,” you whispered.

Alex and Sarah sat back down and you asked if they wanted anything to eat or drink before walking away to go to the bar.

“Hi, what can I get for ya?” The boy at the counter asked.

“How old are you?”

“Nineteen, why?”

“You see the older man on lane twelve?”

He looked and then nodded.

“Well, I wanna make jealous so if you could just smile and pretend to flirt with me I’ll give you ten bucks,” you explained with a sly smirk.

“Fifteen,” he negotiated.

“Ugh, fine. Can I get two lemonades, a beer, and a water please?”

“That’s not coming out of my tip, is it?” He questioned whilst punching the order into his screen.

“It will if you don’t start looking at my boobs,” you said through your faux smile.

You leaned onto the counter and gave the employee a clear view of your cleavage, which he seemed to appreciate very much.

But Joel wasn’t only focused on the teenage boy behind the counter, he noticed the numerous men gawking at your short shorts that showed off too much of your ass with you bent over the counter the way you were.

“Dad,” Sarah’s voice brought him back to reality. “Your turn.”

By the time Joel managed to spare you had returned with everyone’s drinks and Joel didn’t give you the satisfying reaction of jealousy like you’d hoped.

Wondering if you went too far, you drank a bit of Joel’s beer to imprint a lip gloss stain for Joel to taste in between sips. Something you noticed he loved to do over the past few weeks whenever he made you coffee or tea. You never finished your drinks and Joel always lined his mouth up with your lip print to taste you every chance he got.

And as you gave him the cheap plastic cup that held his beer, you watched as he habitually sipped right where your lips had been. Occasionally licking the rim of the cup before taking his next swig.

A couple of games later, you and Sarah managed to team up against the boys and kick their asses each and every frame. They sulked while you two gloated from the ending of the final game all the way back to the cars.

“Okay, okay. We get it, girls rule, boys lose,” Alex said.

“It’s boys drool,” Sarah corrected before turning to hug her father who placed a kiss on her forehead. “Night, dad. I’m gonna stay at Alex’s.”

“Okay, babygirl. Call me tomorrow.”

“Oh, and word of advice,” Sarah whispered after you got into Joel’s car. “Girls like what boys consider pointless communication. Take her out a few times, make her feel special, and ask her to be your girlfriend. She really likes you, she’s just making you earn it.”

Joel softly smiled and nodded. “Mmkay. Thanks.”

Once he got in the car he didn’t acknowledge you in the least bit, finally free to punish you for letting those men get a free show.

“Not a word?” You nudged his arm as he drove. “You could ask me now.”

He snickered, the most noise he’s made in the last ten minutes.

“You don’t get to just fucking claim me, Joel!”

Joel sped up before pulling into a rest area.

“Come’ere,” he hoarsely demanded.

He unclipped his seatbelt and began undoing his belt and jeans.

“Don’t get all fuckin’ shy on me now, girl. Come on.”

You hesitated but unbuckled your seatbelt and climbed into his lap; he moved his seat all the way back and pushed his jeans low enough for his cock to spring up and slap his belly.

Instinctively you reached for it, but he removed your hand from his hardening length and held your wrists tightly behind your back with one hand. Using his other hand to grab your face by your cheeks he forced you to look into his cold eyes.

“Do you not want to be with me?” His voice strained as he asked that, a hint of hurt glaring in his dark eyes.

“Of course I want to be with you,” you answered.

“I don’t play games,” he said, gripping your wrists even tighter. “Don’t fucking—“ A soft smack landed upon your cheek. “Don’t fucking do what you did tonight ever again. Get on your knees.”

He slightly shoved you back as he loosened his grip on your hands and face; you submissively sank to the rough carpeted floor of the car and he wasted no time pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail and shoving his fat dick into your wet mouth.

He tasted so fucking good, the mix of his clean flesh and salty precum like honey dripping onto your tongue. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned along his shaft as you eagerly bobbed your already hazy head up and down.

Joel’s hips rolled up in pleasure, gurgling out helpless moans as your nose rubbed the wiry hairs along the base of his shaft. Despite the aching and soreness, you loved having your throat full of Joel.

You took initiative and pushed against his hand, nonverbally telling him to make you suffer, and he shamelessly did so.

He couldn’t tell if the slick that was coating his balls was your spit or tears and he didn’t give a fuck. If you were going to show some loser teenager your tits and some loser bachelors your ass the least you could give him was some fucking remorse, right?

Joel felt powerful, in charge in ways he never experienced before. Your flooded eyes looked into his and saw how contorted his face was, so even if he was the one telling you what to do you knew you had him wrapped around your finger.

“Give me that fuckin’ throat, baby,” he moaned. “Oh, fuck! That throat is so fucking tight—mnh. God…damn baby. Feels so fucking good.”

He smacked your wet cheeks as encouragement before slowly pulling you off of his dick; you coughed at the gust of oxygen that flooded your lungs, giggling as he smacked his fat tip against your puffy mouth.

“Look at you, baby,” he whispered. “So pretty when my cock shuts that smart fuckin’ mouth a’yours up.”

“You love my fucking mouth,” you smugly said as you climbed into his lap.

“I do, but I think you forget what it’s supposed to be used for,” he whispered.

“You can stuff my mouth all you want, I’m still gonna give you a reason to use it.”

An eyebrow of his cocked up and a grin spread across his face at your confidence.

“Take your pants off,” he instructed seductively. His rough hands ran up your arms and back while you did what he said. “There you go,” he moaned when you slid down on his wet cock. “You’re such a good fucking slut for me, honey.”

“Just—just ask me, and I’ll s-say yes!” You shakily moaned as you relentlessly bounced on his dick.

Joel gripped your neck and began fucking into you from below, pushing deeper than he needed to, definitely bruising your cervix.

“You know you belong to me. All that fucking shit about claiming you and how I don’t own you, fuck was that?”

“Joe—elll, ugh!” You screamed into his chest, not sure if you were cumming or if your cunt was just overwhelmed with sensitivity. “Just ask, just ask baby I promise I’ll be good I’ll never misbehave again.”

He popped your ass and chuckled cruelly when you flinched and moaned. “Be my girlfriend, babydoll. Hmm? I want you to be my girl. You’re already my slut. Will you be my girl, babydoll?”

Your eyes gawked up at him and you couldn’t suppress the smile that tugged against your lips.

“Yes! Yes, yes, baby! Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

“Say it,” he begged. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours Joel! Fuckfuckyes I’m yours! I belong to you! I fucking belong to you!”

Joel felt the familiar deep stretch in the peak of his belly at your cries. He listened to you submit to him, let him claim you as his, ultimately marking his territory as he began to cum inside of your warm cunt.

“Thaaaat’s my good girl,” Joel growled as he fucked the last of his spend into you.

“Fuck,” you exhaled, climbing off of him. “You’re such an ass.”

He chuckled at this, the softness in his laughter coaxing a giggle from you.

“You love me,” he mumbled.

“Mmm, not quite,” you said as confidently as your tired body would allow.

“Oh, honeypie… You’ll get there soon enough.”

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[youaremyhome]

The Antimatter of You

Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, blackmail, manipulation, DARK. More to add. Read at your own risk!

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The scent of flowers is nauseating but with a knock on your door, Rafe ignores it as best as he can.

It’s been several days since he’s seen you, the longest he’s gone without any physical contact. His texts were met with one worded replies or none at all. Having done a stellar job of avoiding him. Taking new routes to your lectures, roommates answering the door saying you weren’t home, skipping your Ethics class, the seat glaringly empty beside him.

Rafe knew to give you some space – if only for this once. The incident with you, him and Topper had shaken you greatly, no one had ever seen such an argument between the two of you. His best friend had given him a thorough tongue-lashing that morning after your exit. A reminder from Rafe about Topper’s general creepiness towards his sister had him shutting up instantly.  

Before, Rafe had believed you were slowly - but surely - getting used to him being a fixture in your life. He wasn’t stupid enough to think you were fully submitting, of course, but he knew you would be able to get there. With time.

He’s let you have your little tantrum of silence. It was a mistake to treat you so harshly, even if you had wasted a hundred dollars worth of good product.

You’re home alone today. He’s made sure of it. Camped outside your townhome for the past two hours. All your roommates had gone out for various things, filing out one by one. The only one left was the most annoying: Daniella.  

While Louise and Andi gave knowing smirks whenever the group was together, Daniella always had a strained smile. As if she struggled to let him anywhere near you.

To ensure her absence, he had recruited the help of Carson. Telling him to lure his girlfriend out so Rafe could talk to his.

He rasps on the door again, calling out your name.

“Open the door. I know you’re home.” When there’s no response, Rafe fist hits harder. “Open the damn door.”

He repeats your name multiple times as he jingles the doorknob. After a few more tries, he sighs and gives up. It didn’t have to go this way.

The click of the door is quiet, Rafe soundlessly closing it as he pockets his copy of the key. Slyly walking through the foyer, the back of your head appears when he comes into the open living room. The crinkle of plastic as his hands squeeze the stems makes your head almost fall off from how fast you look behind.

“What in the actual hell, Rafe?” Pushing off the couch, you cross your arms. A faint line creased between your eyebrows and Rafe can’t help but notice you aren’t wearing a bra. “How’d you get in here?”

“Spare.” Rafe simply says. “Y’know, just in case of an emergency.”

“Or to sneak in here like a fucking creep.”

“No…for when my girl is ignoring me.”

Rafe lifts the bouquet up, savoring how you take in the view of your favorite flowers in white and faint pink. Taking a step toward you, a minute flinch ticks at your shoulders. Rafe stops.

“Well, you can throw them in the garbage on your way out.” Your ponytail swishes when you twirl back to plant yourself on the couch. “Go away.”

“Aw c’mon baby,” Groaning, he rolls his head back. He rounds the couch, standing in front of the TV. Extending his arm out, he presents the flowers again. “How about you find a nice vase for these, and I’ll make it up to you.”

The stupid comment grants him exactly what he wants, your attention on him. Eyes like needlepoints hoping to puncture him.

“You can do so by leaving.” You turn the volume up, and you focus back on the TV.

It’s the dismissal that has Rafe’s ire prickling his skin, his patience splintering.  

“Alright, that’s enough. I gave you plenty a time to pout.”

Your lips puff with your incredulous. “Pout? Pout?” You swat at the bouquet. “I’m not pouting. I’m fucking pissed and tired of you.”

'Pissed off' he could deal with. The pouting is cute. Your tears are an intoxicating aphrodisiac. But to be tired of him?

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

Rafe squats down, supporting his forearms on his knees as he looks up at you through his lashes. Staring at the upwards angle of your face, he doesn’t have to wait long for your eyes to nervously meet his. Containing his anger has never been his forte. You simultaneously ignite his fire to a roaring inferno and wash it down until there’s only embers left. At the moment, he was between the two.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He blows out a breath. “I, I should’ve never gotten like that with you. Forgive me, angel?”

Leaning the flowers forward, the petals tap once against your bare knees. A deadlock between wills of opposing nature. Your facial expressions switch like the flipping of pages, the language of you becoming easier to understand the more time he spends with you.

“Apology unaccepted.”

Snatching the bouquet out of his grip, you stand and beeline for the kitchen. Rafe rights himself up, following you lazily. Playing his own game of shadow with each step and turn you make. Your slamming cabinets left and right until you find one beneath the sink, almost cracking the glass of a long vase with your force.

His gaze skims over the flimsy material of your sleep shorts, and the way your breasts slope beneath your tank top. Your hands busy themselves with arranging the stems and such, actively ignoring his presence. Hands in his pockets, Rafe takes measured strides until he’s a hairs length away from your back.

“…I never got my hello kiss.”

Your glare radiates so potently that Rafe doesn’t have to look to know it's there. Placing his hands on your hips, he walks the tips of his fingers inward and smirks when a quiver to your lower belly ripples across. Lips kiss at the tension in your shoulders, thumbs molding like dough into your sides.

“I’ve missed you…” His tongue peaks out, tasting the skin there. A hand travels down to play with the waistband of your shorts. “Missed this cunt, too.”

“Rafe – wait,” The hitching of your breath is so sweet he cups you in his wide hand in a fluid downslide. The pinching pain of your nails into his wrists has him stilling, lingering. Your neck stretches as you look back as your features pinch in. “I’m…I’m on my…y’know, period.”

He wants to believe you – truly he does – but lies spill from those pretty lips all the time so…

Frustrated whimpers break loose between your bitten lip while Rafe continues down, your head leaning on his shoulder in defeat. Swirling the tip of his middle finger closer to your hole, the touch of roped cotton has him pausing. A string.

Damn it.

Rafe sighs and trails up your slit to lightly stroke your clit once more before he’s slipping his hand out, keeping it low on your warm pelvis. It rises a rumbled chuckle from him, peering down at your weak glare. This close to your face, he can see all the small imperfections that add to the mosaic of your beauty. Gliding his other hand up, he passes a ghost of a touch to your chest before it lands with a curl around your throat. The addition of it pushes you fully into perfection.

Humming and eyes hooded, Rafe draws out a peck to your lips. The warm, soft contact is barely a kiss, just a need to feel you closer that has Rafe relaxing a fraction. “C’mon then.”

Leading you back to the couch, you resume your previous seat that looks more like a nest with a bundle of blankets, a heating pad, and candy there. Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline when he lays the warmed pad on your lower abdomen, wrapping a fuzzy throw around you then tucking you under his arm, situated to lean against him. Propping his feet on the ottoman, Rafe focuses on the TV which plays some sort of reality show.

Your suspicion rises like steam, muscles strained with preparation for flight. It isn’t until halfway through the show does Rafe feel your body incrementally slacken and by the third, you’ve fallen asleep.

So, if the show happens to stay on there’s no one around to judge.

Rafe likes it when you’re asleep. Can freely stare at you without an icy sneer or bitchy remark to ruin the moment. Just a doll nuzzled deep into the side of him resonating a humming of snores.

His peace is ruined by the vibrating of his phone. He checks the screen.

Ward

With care, Rafe eases up from the couch and repositions your head so it’s against a pillow then heads into the kitchen.

Ward hardly calls him. The proportion of Rafe’s outgoing calls to him weighs heavily unanswered. Taking a deep breath, he picks up.

“Hey, Dad. What’s up?” There’s an eager edge to his question and Rafe hates it.

“Rafe, checking in to see how you doin’?” Ward’s deep timbre carries easily through the speaker.

“Good. I’m good.” Rafe looks at the back of the couch, smiling. “Yeah, I’m actually at my girl –”

“Listen, bud,” His father starts. “You got any plans for spring break? Wantcha come down so you can help me start up this new project. It’s a big one.”

Rafe pumps his fist into the air silently, excitement coloring his voice. “No, yeah, totally! I can do that. I’m up for it.”

“You sure? This is legit business and I need you to have a clear head. That means no…partying when you’re here, ‘ight? No funny stuff while we do this. Can you handle that, Rafe?”

It isn’t the serious tone of his father’s gruff voice that has his excitement evaporating. It’s the impending disappointment there like Rafe has already fucked up. Ward giving him a chance and still expecting failure in the end. A flash of hurt burns through but Rafe shakes it off, tells himself that he deserves it considering his track record.

“You can count on me, sir. I swear.”

A pause. Rafe thinks Ward might give encouraging words. A squeeze of a hand for support, words he’s heard him tell Sarah.

Only it’s: “See you soon.” And that’s that.

The dual beep from the phone lets Rafe know Ward’s hung up, just as a ‘love you’ was balancing off his tongue. He must be busy today.

“Who was that?”

Your voice rises from the couch before your head pops up, hair all fluffy and ruffled. Eyes are a bit puffy from sleep as you blink them open. The late afternoon sun creates a soft yellow hue through the windows, catching onto strands of your hair, soaking into your skin. Rafe is momentarily blinded by the view that it takes him a second to respond.  

“My dad.” Carding his fingers through his hair, Rafe smiles as the thrill returns. “He wants me to assist with a new job. This is huge for me!”

Yawning, you stretch and get up from the couch. Rafe keeps his body angled to yours, head nodding along to his babbling as you fill a glass of water.

“If he could see that I’m ready – that I’m ready to get serious, I’ll finally be a part of the Cameron legacy. My legacy. It’s about time he’s bought me into the loop…sure I’ve been tagging along since I could remember but this time, he wants my input. I’ll be able to share my ideas and he’ll have to listen.” He sighs, winded. “It’s too bad I’ll be gone for spring break –”

“Really?”

You’re at the edge of the peninsula, hip leaning against the counter as you take another sip. Your eyes shift from his to elsewhere, fingers drumming an uneven beat. Adjacent to you and with his hands braced on the counter, Rafe slides closer. Spreading his fingers apart to reach out a pinky to stroke your own.

“Don’t miss me too much.”

Scoffing, you swipe your hand away. “As if.” Your face softens a little into curiosity. “What does your dad do again?”

Shock rocks at his heart and it's damn hard to keep it in. He can count on one hand the number of times you’ve shown genuine interest in conversation with him.

“He owns a development company. Operates daily with the construction of buildings and those type of things.”

“Oh.” Your eyes are open and inviting, the slightest tilt in his direction.

Rafe steams on ahead, wanting to keep your attention. “Yeah, he started it all on his own. Born on the other side of the island. Actually made something of himself… unlike those dirty pogues down there now.”

It’s automatic to sneer out the slur. He can’t help the disgust he feels just thinking about that side of town.  

One of your eyebrows raises. “Aren’t you, like, fourth generation to attend UNC?” Your chin juts out. “Wouldn’t that mean your family has had, like enough money to go for so long?”

Rafe could crack a tooth from the grinding of his teeth. You’re not the first to connect the dots but you certainly are one of the few to vocalize it.  

“Third.” Rafe sucks his teeth in. “The Camerons may have started out on the Cut, but they grew to be more middle class. Only the truly elite are on Figure Eight.”

It infuriates him to no end of that simple fact. That just before he was born Ward was making his way through the Cut and into Figure Eight, the right side of the island. Where he – they always belonged.

Your eyes roll with a tilt of your head. “So, not really a pogue, not really a kook. Just an ordinary man like the rest of the world. Y’know, stepping on that island is like being in a fucked up alternate universe.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I am not!” The stomping of your foot says otherwise. “It’s the worst place I’ve ever been.”

“It’s the best place.”

It’s amusing to watch your cheeks puff in frustration. “Only because of the little notoriety your family has there.”

A slow smirk spreads out like elastic, leaning into you. “Well, of course, sweetheart.”

With anyone else, Rafe would be squashing them beneath his shoe like a bug for a comment like that. With you, however…he finds he wants to know all your thoughts regarding him, the good and the bad. Suck in all the information he can, leach off every emotion you hold for him. The anger, the disgust, the begrudging pleasure.

At the same time, Rafe doesn’t have to hide behind a polite smile or use his charm to peruse you. He’s his real self. The most based form of a soul he struggles to hold onto. Wants to lay the shreds of his soul at your feet like a sacrifice, irrevocably intertwined together.

A peculiar look morphs on your face. Like when you’re working through a difficult assignment. Unmoving, focused but this time on him, which is extremely rare. Usually, you shield yourself away in a layer of ice that solidifies you.

“What?”

“What?” You parrot back, lashes blinking rapidly to break your connected gazes.

“What are you thinking about?” He angles his head low to follow your eyes.

Rafe half expects the typical retort of: ‘You don’t need to know all my waking thoughts.’

“Just…Doesn’t everyone on the island think he was a true pouge?”

So, you have listened to his rants before.

“People remember and think what they want to. Ward doesn’t have to answer to any of them.” His eyes narrow. “Why?”

Your fingers begin to fiddle with themselves. Twisting fingers in knots, squeezing the tips in a random pattern.

Again, he asks. “Why’re you so interested?”

“What? Now you’re gonna be mad I’m talking to you?”

Sass is a defense mechanism you use often; one Rafe finds the most annoying but just as addictive to combat with. It continues in his silent stare.

“I guess… I’m just confused why you would want to work with him so badly?” Your tone goes from curious to condescending within a blink of an eye. “If my dad treated me like that, I’d want to be as far away from him as possible.”

The straightening of his spine is immediate. “You don’t know shit about my dad.”

“Just that he treats you like shit –”

“Shut up –”

“Bet he’d love to know his only son is a psychotic rapist!”

His eyes bulge. A moment of stillness that enraptures the both of you. The bickering was reeving him up to ravish you across the countertop. Now, his mind whirls from the total 180 you’ve pulled on him. Never has he heard you utter those condemning words before. Rafe didn’t think you’d succumb to that dark truth, let alone say it out loud.

A scoff hiccups deep from his chest. “What fucking proof you got of that, sweetheart?” Shifting closer, your face pinches in as Rafe leers, “Your wet cunt cumming each time I force it in?”

It’s a low blow you take with stride, a flinch before you're sneering. “What about that little coke problem of yours?”

There.

There it is.

The real reason you’ve gone down this path of conversation. Nosing your way into things pretty girls like you shouldn’t concern yourself with. Much less with the intention set in your shoulders.

“You trying to blackmail me?” The chuckle comes low, barely a sound of amusement. “Oh, honey,” Rafe mocks. “You didn’t know he already knows?”

The façade of your bravado crumbles, a half step taken back with weary eyes. He tsks and cocks his head back, disappointed. With a sudden swing of his arm, the back of his hand knocks your glass of water to the other side of the room. The shattering of glass and your shriek harmonize, creating the perfect symphony to his sudden charging to you, arms an unknown mix until he shoves you against the wall.

Both hands hold your throat. Nails pierce his skin and scratch along the length trying to find a better leverage. The squeezing doesn’t stop until your eyes are pleading and swimming in the dark waters of fear.

“I may be a fuck up but I’m still his son.” Jerkily releasing you, your head wobbles on your neck. Hands barricading you in, Rafe lowers his head until your noses touch. Your panting breaths feed his next ones in.

“Don’t threaten me if you can’t back. It. Up!” His final warning is yelled, vibrating against your lips as his palms smack beside your head with each pointed word.

Your tears have gone unnoticed until you curl to the side and his lips taste the salty moisture upon your skin. Normally, the sight of them would soften his anger and harden his cock, leading the situation to hot make-up sex.

It isn’t enough. Not today.

Not when his future is within his grasp, his for the taking. Not with the knowledge of you trying to get rid of him, the idea as pointless as it is terrifying. Going to desperate measures when you should be desperate for him.

With a practiced move, Rafe retches your hair between tightened knuckles and pulls until your neck is a long arch and facing him. He ignores the pain-filled yelp and weak hands patting his chest.

“You want me to force you? Is that it, baby, huh?” Rafe hisses.

He hauls you down until your knees fold beneath you. A sick delight like seasickness rolls down to his groin as he growls. Weak defiance lives in your eyes, frowning with his name on your tongue. It's a tug of war between Rafe’s hand and your struggle to rise, keeping your hair taunt. It’s the sight of him unzipping his fly that has you hitting his thighs with a renewed alarm.

“Rafe! Stop it –”

“Keep fightin’ and you’re only gonna make it worse f’yourself.” Rafe warns another yank just to hear you shriek.

Fisting the base of his cock, he pulls it out through the opening. He aims for your mouth, but you cringe making the tip smear on your chin. Rafe tuts, guiding your head right where he wants, and flexes his arm, sure to hold you in place.

“C’mon n’ open up,” he drawls. “Take your punishment.”

Stroking up to the tip, his thumb sweeps along the ridge and tilts his hips forward, hovering just above those plush lips. Tapping the red flesh on your closed mouth, Rafe splays his hand on your chin and squeezes on the delicate bones until your jaw unhinges with a wail to relieve the pain.

Like a serpent striking, he’s pushing in before you can react. Bumping against the roof of your mouth, the rigids of your hard palate make him jerk with sensitivity and envelop the next few inches. The hot, wet rush has sparks crackling up his spine. All that heat and anger spirals down to his cock, the need to claim brooding in his balls. Grunting your name with each gag you give, his thumb caresses the corner of your lip as he watches enthralled.

A part of him wants to take his time. Use gentle strokes to coax your mouth open, train you with patience to swallow his cock just right.

Instead with a mean smirk, Rafe plunges half his cock in. The clenching of your throat makes it hard to go in deeper, the constriction of your resistance inflames his pleasure. The underside of his dick feels the rippling of your tongue like a wave, chasing after it eagerly. Your high-pitched whines are muffled by the weight of him, gargles of air getting blocked as he teases the opening of your throat.

“Can’t believe I’ve gone this long without fucking that mouth of yours.”

Saliva accumulates, thick and slippery as his cock triggers your gag reflex, spit dribbling down your jaw. Your drool coats him to create a smooth glide, lower abdomen tensing, and stuffing further in. Such a pretty sight seeing you like this, gurgling and coughing between the space of your cheeks and his cock. Eyelashes clumped, a darkening hue on your cheeks, small fistfuls of his jeans. Your gagging clinches your throat, locking him in tight before it flutters open.

Rafe allows you to pull back far enough to catch a breath. Coughing out into shaky inhales, lips puffy from abuse and slicked with combined spit and precum. Standing above you like this gives him the most delicious view of your stretched neck. From the tip of your chin to the swell of your cleavage in an expanse of skin that should be carved into marble.

Words tangle as you stutter and gasp, Rafe hushing you with faux tenderness. “I’m going to fuck ya throat now…”

Weaving his fingers once more into your hair, Rafe pushes back into your avoiding mouth. Your fighting ignites a primal urge of take, take, take within him. A bloating want fills his void. Sticky and black as tar that he wants to pour onto you, anoint you with his devoted desecration.

There is little mercy with the pistoling of his hips, ass clenching in pointed thrusts. Mummering encouragements of that’s it, such a good girl and various pitches of your name, Rafe feeds you his length with a fevered urgency. The squelching of his dick opening your throat layers with his low moans, watching as each inch disappears until your lips are kissing his pelvis.

His hips jerk involuntarily as a tickling of pleasure jolts him, your wet bottom lip moving on the sensitive spot just below his base and above his heavy balls. It feels so good and you’re not even actively sucking on him. Just a soft wet home for him to press in farther, another place he has laid claim to.

Fringes of hair droop between his eyes, almost hunched over as he pulls his hips to ram back in. Wet spots glisten on your chest, staining your tank top. A relentless pace fueled by rage and an ache.

“Fuck – ah – I’m gonna cum.” Rafe says hoarsely and tilts his head back if only to starve off his orgasm by looking away. “My good lil’ slut…swallow my cum.”

Angling your head up, Rafe slides his cock down all the way to the root. Grip tightening on your head, he rocks side to side to wiggle in as much as he can. You're choking helplessly as he fucks so deep, it feels like he might reach your heart. One hand skates down to your neck and palms the bulge, holding it there to experience the swell of it. Minuscule thrusts nudge the back wall of your esophagus, his thumb rubs up and down where the head sits.

The scrunching of your eyes and difficult breaths boosts his ego but he needs to see you. Needs you to see him.

“Look at me.” His fingers press in painfully. Eyes flickering half open, the devastation set in your irises kindles his breaking point. “Ugh,” he grunts your name like gravel between his teeth.

Stilling in the depths of you, Rafe cums.  

Your muscles intuitively constrict and swallow, suctioning him with hot, white pleasure. The wet of your cheeks is like velvet as you drink his cum.

Seconds or minutes pass before he loosens his hold. Loud choking fits break between your breathing once you're free from his cock, covered in a layer of drool and residual cum. Rafe pets your hair, trying to smooth out the knots he’s made.

You’re still crying as he calms down from his high, face nuzzling into his hip to hide. God, he’s going to get hard again with you looking so pathetic.

“Did you learn your lesson, pretty angel?” Dragging rough fingers through your hair, he bunches a handful and barely pulls, your neck like a snapped cord as your head flops back. An index finger tenderly traces down your cheek to your swollen lips.

“Any more empty threats and I’ll rape your mouth until you pass out.”

#rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron #pieces of the night #fanfics #fics #outer banks #dark!rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #dark fic #rafe cameron x reader #tw #smut #outer banks smut #obx #potn

[kokoch4n3l]

˗ˏˋ sacrifice(eat me up) ࿐ྂ "I dedicate to you my life, you can devour me whole"

summary: you held grudges. too many of them. so when Mikey beats your ass and puts you into a two-day coma after the disbandment of Toman, you're pissed and without thinking, show up at his place with a knife to get some revenge. It doesn't turn out the way you expected.

notes: inspired by the lyrics of sacrifice by enhypen. my first [y/n] fic and first ever fic written in second person! I hope it's acc good lol. NOT edited.

warning: gang violence, near-death experience, use of weapons, toxic relationships, slight knife play(?), suggestive themes, death threats, mature language, pet names(baby, pretty baby)

pairing: kanto!mikey x f!reader

word count: 1256

It felt like the world was ending when Mikey disbanded Toman. It was so out of the blue, so out of nowhere, so random, you couldn't understand why he did that or why you were so upset in the first place because it's not like you were ever officially a member anyway. You were simply a glorified nurse for the captains of the gang. You Mikey’s childhood friend, both of you training at his father’s dojo, close to Baji as well. When Mikey created Tokyo Manji Gang oh you pissed off. Girls weren’t allowed in biker gangs. It was annoying but you were an unofficial member by affiliation somehow. Somehow. 

Mikey was acting weird after that. Or at least on a particular day when shit really came crashing down on you. He came over to your house, knuckles bloody, a blank look on his face. As usual, you patched him up. Took care of him while your phone was buzzing with calls from Mitsuya, Draken, Pah and all the former captains. As you answered, Mikey grabbed your phone and threw it at the wall. In one swift move, Mikey pinned you to the floor. He had left you for last after pushing away the old squad leaders, giving you a beating that you were certain could have killed you if you didn't fight back. He wanted to move on. He wanted nothing to do with you, nothing to do with Draken, or Mitsuya, or Pah, and he was always someone who got his way in the end. 

But you were stubborn and held grudges. So when you wake up from your two-day coma and can stand without wanting to pass out, you go to Mikey’s place with a switchblade in your pocket and your left wrist in a cast. It isn’t hard to barge into his room since you have a spare key. He was doing something. You didn’t know exactly what but before he could turn around you flicked open the switchblade. Just as he turns around you take the chance and lunge at him, sending the both of you to the floor of the shed and you press the short blade to his throat. Mikey makes no move to try and defend him. Instead, he’s looking like this amused him. Like he knew you would come back because no matter what he's put you through, you always had in the end. It was almost humiliating. “A knife?” he murmurs, his hands coming up to hold your hips while you straddle him “That’s cute, still can’t beat me just like when we were kids?”

That angers you. The tone he was using, the memories he was using against you. It wasn’t fucking fair. You had never been able to beat him during sparing sessions when you still used to go to the dojo. Even now, you can’t. It wasn’t fucking fair. You give him the nastiest look you can muster and press the blade a bit harder against his throat. “I’ll kill you. I swear I’ll fucking kill you Manjiro” You hiss angrily at him “You think you can do that shit to me and get away with it?”

Mikey however, laughs. He fucking laughs. “Yeah, I do think that”

You feel annoyed. Mikey’s hair is out, not in the usual half-up half-down style. His dark circles were prominent and he looked paler than usual. But fuck he was still so pretty. “You’re a fucking asshole Mikey—”

“—Manjiro” He says in a way that corrects you, squeezing your hips “not Mikey… Manjiro”

“Shut up!” You yell and use your half-casted hand and punch him in the jaw

Mikey doesn’t even flinch nor does he make a sound. He rolls his jaw and stares up at you with a blank look and squeezes your hips even tighter. “I’ll kill you! I swear to god I’ll kill you!” You yell at him “Why the fuck did you do that to me?!”

You could feel yourself getting emotional. It was your weakness. You tended to cry when you got too angry. It was embarrassing and the reason you didn’t get angry as much and right now you hoped you didn’t burst out into tears while you were holding a knife to the Invincible Mikey’s throat. But you start to tear up anyway, your vision going blurry. “You gon’ cry, baby?” Mikey murmurs, a hand coming up to hold your cheek so carefully in comparison to last time when he almost killed you with those same hands

It’s humiliating. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. You were supposed to hurt him the same way he hurt you. But you had always been weak when it came to Mikey. Even after he hurt you like he did, even after he almost killed you— you were weak. “I hate you…” You sniffle as tears start to run down your cheeks “I hate you so much Manjiro”

Your tears drip down your eyes and onto his face due to the way you’re hovering over him. But Mikey doesn’t waver nor does he change the condescending expression or tone he has. It was embarrassingly easy for him to pull the switchblade out of your hand. You shiver as he drags the blunt edge of it against your cheekbone while you continue to cry. Mikey sits up and you slide down from his hips to his lap, straddling his thighs now. “Poor little baby” He says softly but in the same mocking tone, now dragging the blunt edge of the blade against your jaw

Tears run down your cheeks and you sniffle, shuddering nervously each time the cool metal makes contact with your skin. “Manjiro…” You cry like a damn child “Why did you do that to me?”

Mikey however smiles as you cry. He leans over and licks up your tears. It’s gross. You cringe and flinch away from him but his free hand that wasn’t holding the switchblade has a firm grip on your waist. “So pretty, hm… My pretty baby” 

He wasn’t taking you seriously. This was fun to him and it was making you even more mad and then anger was making you cry like a damn child. “This isn’t fair” You cry as he lowers you onto the floor on your back

Mikey has the blade pressed to your throat now, your hand lay limp on either side of your head. “It isn’t?” his tone is mocking “It was all just a test… Wanted to see if you’d always come back to me just as you said you would. Now look baby, you passed my test”

He sounds oddly cheery for someone who has a switchblade pressed to your throat and almost killed you about a month ago in your own house. “I’ll devour you whole like I want and you’ll let me like you always do” Mikey whispers as he presses a kiss to your forehead and presses the sharp edge of the blade slightly harder against your throat “You’ll let me won’t you?”

You were weak. Always too damn weak for Mikey. You sniffle and desperately grasp at his shirt. It was always like that and it would stay like that. You would let Mikey hurt you, kill you, bring you back to life, eat and devour you whole and spit you out as he pleases because… Because you were weak. “Yes…” you choke out through helpless and heartbreakingly sad-sounding whimpers

Mikey smiles and his free hand slides under your shirt. “Good girl… Now let me get a taste”

#tokyo revengers #mikey sano #mikey x reader #sano mikey manjiro #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers fandom #tokyo revengers x reader #sano manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro sano #kanto manji gang #kanto mikey

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

can you write a slash fic where reader is usually all sunshine and rainbows, but her facade begins to crack and he realizes just how bad her depression is so he comfort her and just helps her do the little things like basic hygiene? <3

A/n: Love this request, loved writing it, I don't know what you're going through right now but I hope you feel better soon, I can't really do anything as a stranger over the internet but I hope this can help you feel a little better lol <3

Warnings: Angst, depression, that's all I think it's just a lot of fluff, Slash and reader have a shower together but it's not sexual.

You tried your best not to let others know you were suffering, you didn’t want them to be burdened with your own struggles so you kept it quiet. Of course your bandmates knew you weren’t ok, they tried to help you when they could but they had their own things going on.

Last summer your band opened on a short tour for Guns N’ Roses, one of your personal favourite bands. While you were with them you got pretty close to their lead guitarist, Saul Hudson, though everyone just called him Slash. Even so, you enjoyed the nickname Sauly instead, it was cute and annoyed him so it was perfect.

When you got back from the tour you realised you didn’t actually live all too far from animal lover, this led to you visiting him whenever you felt. Slash didn’t mind one bit, you guys would just sit together in a comfortable silence and it was great. You’d watch movies together, you’d cook for his incompetent ass more than you’d like to admit. You two were happy with your little arrangement.

However, this was all just a distraction from what was going on within your band. You weren’t entirely sure what happened since it didn’t directly involve you but you knew your bandmates were arguing an awful lot. Everyone within and surrounding the band knew you guys were about to break up, it was inevitable at this point. You knew, your friends knew, Slash knew.

All of the fights, disagreements and nosy people wanting the freshest gossip was detrimental for your mental health and you stopped visiting Saul. It started out as coming by every day, then every other day, then once a week if you were lucky until you just stopped coming by all together. You hadn’t left your house in almost a month, you’d barely gotten off the couch even with the only exceptions being to go to the bathroom or get more snacks from the kitchen. Quite frankly, you were running out of food that hadn’t spoiled.

Your doorbell rang and waited for whoever it was to leave. Instead of letting them walk away your house was filled with the doorbell ringing repeatedly and loud banging on the door. You could’ve sworn your whole house was shaking.

When the noise persisted you got up, taking your blankets with you, and answered the door. Slash stood before you looking completely panicked. His eyes were wide and he sported a small pout. When he registered that you had opened the door and were now in front of him he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him.

“I thought you fucking died.” He mumbled, shoving his face into your hair and kissing the top of your head. He pulled away enough to look you up and down, taking in your deteriorating state. The bags under your eyes, your slowly hollowing cheeks. Matted hair and dry lips. You were a corpse. “Did you die?” He asked, tilting your head up to look at him.

You turned and walked back to your couch, flopping over and curling in on yourself. Slash watched as you did this, standing idly at your front door.

He walked in and closed the door behind him, now taking in the state of your house. It wasn’t a mess but you didn’t clean so everything was covered with a thick layer of dust. “Fucking Christ.” Slash muttered. He came over and crouched beside you on the couch. “Are you ok?” He asked, tucking a few wiry strands of your hair behind your ear.

“Go away.” You mumbled, hiding yourself further under your blankets.

“Fuck that, answer me, are you ok?” He repeated in a sterner tone. You didn’t respond. Saul took a deep breath and glanced around the room, thinking through his options. “Ok, um... ok, how about we start with a shower?” You shook your head. “It’s ok, I’ll be right there with you.” He gave you a moment before he stood up. “Come on, let’s go have a shower.” He waited another moment before he took you into his arms and pulled you up, holding you to keep you standing.

Slash walked you to your bathroom. He let you lean against the counter while he turned the water on, getting it to the right temperature. When he turned around you were curled up on the ground. He sat down with you and held you to his side. “You need to stand.” He said, his voice soft. “Please, can you stand for me?” He nuzzled his face against yours.

Again he waited a moment for you. Slash stood and walked out of the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a change of clothes for you. Something comfortable that you could wear out of the house. He set the stack of clothes on the counter and crouched in front of you. “I’ll get in with you, I’ll help you get cleaned up and stuff and then we can go out.” He explained to you how he wanted the day to go.

“I-I don’t want to.” You said, your voice no louder than a whisper. Slash rolled his eyes.

“Want to or not, you're doing it.” He took the blanket off of you with minimal effort, you didn’t have the energy to keep hold of it so it practically just slid off when he reached for it. Saul picked you up like a cat, holding you under your arms. “Lean on me, would you?” You did just that, lazily wrapping your arms around him and leaning on him, your head resting on his shoulder.

Slash helped you out of your clothes. You tried to help but not hard, part of you was still hoping that he would just give up on this and let you go back to your couch. He didn’t.

Once you were ready to get in the shower he stripped and got in. He held the curtain open, waiting for you to come in with him. “It’s just water.” He stated, looking up at the shower head. You stood there a moment longer before stepping in. Slash held you from behind for support.

You got used to the warm water hitting your skin. Slash started lathering you with soap, being careful around your more sensitive parts to make this more comfortable for you. When he started washing your hair he’d scratch your scalp and massage the shampoo and then conditioner into your hair. He made sure to be careful when washing it out of your hair, not wanting to get anything in your eyes.

“Are you ready to get out?” He asked, leaning down to your ear. You shook your head.

“A few more minutes.” Slash chuckled but happily stayed in the shower with you. Still holding you close he rocked you from side to side, kissing your cheek occasionally. You knew you had to get out of the shower eventually but you just wanted to stay here with him. “Thank you.” You mumbled, holding his hands as they rested on your stomach.

“It’s my job to take care of you.” He said.

“It’s not though, you didn’t have to come by.” You told him.

“Bullshit, you’re fucking mine and I take care of my things.”

#guns n roses fluff #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses #slash #slash fic #slash fanfiction #slash gnr #slash fluff #angst #guns n roses angst #saul hudson x reader #saul hudson

[finnsbubblegum]

Will You Forgive Me? (Joel Miller x Reader)

Pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, jealousy, possessiveness, smut, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys) (lmk if i missed any)

Summary: After a fight with Joel, you decided to go to the bar and got drunk. He got angry and apologized to you in his own way. 😏

Words count: 1.4k

A/N: Hi! I’m not a native English speaker so I’m sorry if I have grammar mistakes or the sentences come up unnatural, please be nice and I'm open for suggestions. I hope you like the smut I’m writing because I am inexperienced lol. I hope you enjoy it.

You got in your car, hesitating to drive, hoping Joel would come out and stop you. But he wasn’t there. So you drove away and went to the bar called Ray’s where you usually drank with him. You found a seat and drank a lot. You started feeling tipsy and you decided to call him.

“Hey handsome, I take it back. We’re not breaking up. Ugh. No. I’m done. I don’t care. Uhm. I. Uhm. Don’t call me. Why are you calling me?” You were drunk and you thought he called you when you were the one who called him.

“Are you drunk? Where are you?” Joel grabbed his jacket and rushed to his car, and he was getting worried.

“Why do you care? You don’t love me.” You laughed.

“Tell me right now! Where are you?” He raised his voice and started to get angry. 

“You know where, here, there, at Ra- Hey! Did you just grab my ass? Fuck you!” You hung up and confronted the drunk guy.

“Fuck!” Joel started his car and drove as fast as he could to the bar. He guessed it's Ray's since your call was cut off and it’s the only bar you’ve gone to together.

His blood was boiling as he walked in the bar and found the drunk guy was hugging you as you tried to pull away. He came to you and pushed the guy. You gasped as Joel punched the guy. 

He gave a death stare and yelled, “You stay away from my girl!”

Joel grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the bar. His grip was very strong and it was hurting you.

You tried to release your wrist from him, “Joel, stop it, you’re hurting me, it hurts.”

He didn’t care. He kept dragging you and put you into the passenger seat of his car and slammed the door. You were scared, you have never seen him this angry before. As he got in the driver’s seat, he hit the steering wheel.

"What the fuck were you thinkin'?!" Joel clenched his jaw and stared at you.

“Oh! Now you care, huh?” You scoffed.

Joel growls. He didn’t say anything.

“My head hurts. Will you just take me to my house?” You asked Joel.

The whole way to your house was just silence. Joel parked his car into the driveway. You immediately got out of the car and stood in front of your door looking for your keys.

“Fuck! Where is it?” You were annoyed as you couldn’t find your keys.

Joel opened the door with the spare key you gave him. You rolled your eyes as you walked inside and Joel followed you. He pulled you to his chest and kissed you roughly while his foot kicked the door to close it.

“What are you doing?” You sounded irritated and pushed him.

Joel sighed, “I..Uhm..”

“Tell me you love me, Joel.”

Joel cleared his throat, not answering you.

“If you can’t say it then get out.” You were tired of him.

“I..I love you. I mean it. It’s just that..”

“Just what, Joel?” 

“I’m not good in expressin’ myself.” He let out a sigh. “I fuckin’ love you. You should know that.”

“Oh, Joel. I just needed to hear those three little words from you. I’m sorry I blew up like that.”

“No, it’s not your fault. I was wrong.” He said it softly as he walked slowly and closer to you.

Your eyes were getting teary and you looked down. Joel’s hands raised your chin to look straight into your eyes. He kissed you deep with his tongue caressing your lips then your tongue touched his. You moaned and put your arms around his neck while his hands on your hips. The two of you kept kissing as he raised your leg to his hips carrying you towards the stairs. He pressed you to the wall after walking up just a few stairs. The kissing never stopped. He held your weight with his strong hips and thighs. He slid his hand under your shirt, massaged your breast, and swallowed your moan. You felt arousal pooling between your legs. 

“Touch me, Joel.” You guided his other hand to your cunt and he palmed it with his big hands.

“Already wet for me, darlin’?” 

He kneeled and pulled your panties down. His eyes looked hungry when he saw your pussy shining with your slick. He kissed your inner thigh slowly and lovingly before he went to lick your clit. 

“Oh, Jooell.” You gasped. 

Your breathing was heavy and you pulled his hair which made him let out a moan. He kept licking and slurping you up and down. Your thigh trembled and you knew you needed him.

“Joel, bedroom, now.” 

Joel stopped to look at you. You held his hand and dragged him to your room. The kissing and touching continued as the two of you were already in your bedroom. You walked backwards and led him to your bed. You undressed yourself, naked and laid on your back. He climbed on top of you kissing your neck and his fingers played with your nipple. He was a lot bigger than you, his broad shoulder covered all of your body and you could feel his warmth wrapping you.

“Let me ride you, Joel.”

“Not tonight, baby. Let me make you feel good. Let me take care of you tonight, baby.”

You groaned as his words made you even more horny. 

“Okay, take care of me tonight, Miller. Fuck me till I can’t walk.”

“I will.” He growled as he stood up beside the bed and pulled his shirt and pants off letting his cock free. You can see a leaking pre-cum on his tip.

He climbed back on top of you, brushed his tip on your clit, covering his cock with your slick before he slowly pushed himself in your entrance. You moaned as it felt so good when he stretched you wide. He rested his hands beside your head to hold his weight and started to move slowly. He started kissing your breast and licking your nipple. He was so good that you loved him doing that to you. You shut your eyes enjoying the night and clenched your hands to his shoulder.

“Fuck! That feels so good. You’re so good, Joel.”

He didn’t answer. He rubbed your clit with his thumb and pinched your nipple with the other hand. He kept doing those moves you loved to please you. He started to think that this position was not enough for you so he shifted you to your stomach and started fucking you from behind. You moaned loudly.

“Can you move faster?” You asked Joel and his thrusts were getting faster. 

There was no other sound besides the sound of skin to skin, moans and heavy breathings. He clenched his hands on your hips. You whimpered, bit your hand as you felt you were close. 

“Joel, Joel, fuck!” It felt so good that you could only whimper and shout his name.

“Cum for me, baby.” He kept pleasing you.

You panted and felt your vision blurring. You squeezed your eyes shut, hands clenching on the sheets, and screamed his name. You felt your orgasm washed all over your body. You shivered and it felt like heaven. He has made you cum thousand times before but orgasm from makeup sex is your favorite. He let you catch your breath and came down from your orgasm as he laid down beside you. You tried to stand up to clean yourself but you couldn’t walk. Your legs were shaking. Joel really did what you told him to do. 

“You really did what I told you, huh?” You chuckled and looked at his face full of sweat.

“I told you I will do it. Fuck you till you can’t walk.” He sounded so sexy when he said that to you with his deep voice.

He got up and walked his way to the bathroom to get a towel and dampen it with water. He came to you and cleaned you up. After he cleaned you, he laid beside you again, pulled you closer to him, wrapped his arm around you, and put your head to his chest. 

“I’m sorry, baby. I love you. Will you forgive me?” He apologized to you and kissed your forehead.

“How can I not forgive you after all of this?” You laughed and kissed his chest. In fact, you have even forgotten about the fight with him. 

You thought to yourself, “Joel really knows how to apologize in his own way.”

#joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller one shot #joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #the last of us imagine #the last of us x reader #the last of us x you #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction

[loveronlineee]

You’re in Trouble (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: Swearing, threats of violence

Synopsis: As the gang are looking around the boathouse, Y/N joins them on the hunt for Eddie but her angry demeanour makes the others worried of what will happen when they do

Y/N notes: shorter than Eddie

This one was requested by @lily-sinclair-2006​ ! I liked the idea of Y/N being pissed that he may have cheated on her rather than the more important thing, that he might of killed someone lol.  I’m working on The Metal Head and the Material Girl part 2 and it should be out some time this week so look out for that!

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“What a dump.” Dustin mumbled as the group entered the boat shed. Steve pulled an oar off of the wall and began jabbing at the tarp in the boat. Dustin pulled a face at him.

“What are you doing?” The younger one asked.

“He might be in here.” Steve calmly replied, continuing to jab.

“So take the tarp off!”

“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off!” The door to the shed burst open, spooking everyone inside. They all turned to see Y/N L/N in the doorway. She gave them an angered confused look.

“Y/N?” Steve questioned, lowering the oar.

“Steve? The fuck are you lot doing here?” The girl looked at each of the group.

“Uh we could ask you the same question?” Steve replied.

“I’m looking for my bitch ass boyfriend that’s what I’m doing.” Y/N explained, walking further into the shed and looking around.

“Oooooooh yeah I totally forgot Eddie had a girlfriend.” Steve said to the group. Dustin gave him a look of disbelief.

“Yeah you couldn’t have remembered that sooner?? It would have been real helpful to know that the person we’re looking for is dating someone!!!”

“Alright alright I’m sorry! She graduated two years ago, haven’t seen her since so she slipped my mind! Uh no offence Y/N.” Steve put a hand up in Y/N’s direction as she continued to look around.

“None taken Harrington, so you guys found anything?”

“Uh n-no not yet.” Dustin replied. “Uh hi Dustin Henderson, Eddie’s friend. Do you know where he might’ve gone if not here?”

“I went to his trailer the morning after it happened, police wouldn’t let me get too close. Eddie’s uncle, Wayne, didn’t have clue to where he went either. I checked all over my house just in case but he wasn’t there. I went to our old spot in the woods outside the high school, then our one at Lover’s Lake, nothing. And now I’m here.” Y/N sounded more and more annoyed the more places she listed off.

“And I just wanna make sure…” Dustin began. “That you don’t think Eddie did it?”

“Of course he didn’t.” Y/N replied, finding it stupid he’d even ask. “That boy will cry over roadkill we pass on the way to my house ain’t no way in Hell he killed Chrissy Cunningham.”

“And you think he’ll still be alive?” Dustin asked, wanting the confirmation.

“Either he’s dead or I’m gonna kill him myself.” Y/N answered back.

“Hey.” Max called. “Look over here.” Wrappers from different snacks laid about on a table.

“Maybe he heard us?” Robin suggested. “Got spooked and ran?”

“Don’t worry. Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin said sarcastically.

“I know you think you’re being funny Henderson but considering everyone in the room, apart from Y/N, has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight-“ Suddenly Eddie jumped out and pushed Steve to the wall. A broken beer bottle to his throat. Everyone immediately panicked trying to calm Eddie down.

“You’re focusing on the wrong person Munson.” Eddie turned at the familiar voice, dropping the bottle. He began walking over to her, a relieved smile appearing.

“Babe-“ Y/N slapped him clean across the face. Everyone fell silent.

“You wanna explain why Chrissy Cunningham was in your trailer?”

“W-What?” Eddie managed to say.

“Chrissy. In your trailer. Late at night. No call from you.”

“I- wh- she was-“ Y/N glared up at him. He sighed, exasperated. He didn’t care that she was mad, he had to say it. “You have no idea how happy I am to see your face after the time I’ve had.” Eddie opened his arms to her.

“I’m waiting for an explanation.” Y/N did not hug him. She stood there with her arms folded. Eddie went limp and gathered his thoughts.

“R-Right right, she was buying from me. Wanted something stronger, we had to go back to mine. That’s it. That’s it I swear.” Eddie looked at Y/N, pleading for her to believe him. She could see in his eyes that he was craving any sort of affection from her. She sighed and placed a hand on his cheek.

“You dummy. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, his arms going around her waist. “I was so fucking worried about you.”

“I’m sorry. I would’ve contacted you, I would’ve but I-I just couldn’t.”

“I know. It’s okay. I’m sorry too.” The couple pulled away.

“Yeah no kidding babe. You really went for it.” He rubbed his cheek, feeling the hot sting from the slap. “So you really thought I cheated on you?”

“Well what was I supposed to think?” Eddie smiled and wrapped himself around her once again, this time making sure he could still see her face. Y/N rested her hands on his chest.

“Y/N I’m lucky you even acknowledge my existence, let alone are my girlfriend. What kinda delusional asshole would I be if I went off with another girl?”

“The worst.” Y/N teased.

“Yeah. I’d be the worst.” He leaned down, to kiss her. Pushing back on her a little, hungry for her affection. He didn’t realise how much he needed this until it was happening. An awkward cough brought the two back to reality.

Ah right. They weren’t alone.

“Okay glad you two lovebirds made up. Now can we please shift our focus back to the important stuff?” Dustin asked.

“Right. Yeah. Sorry Henderson it’s… it’s been a rough day.”

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[jay7543]

Your new C.O, konig, claims you

18+

M4m

My first konig story!!! Wanted to take a bit of a break from ghost, might not post as much either since not as many people have seen my newer stuff, whatever, I do still enjoy this so I’ll keep making them.

Also, this will have some German in it, it will be google translate so please don’t come at me, I am American, I only speak freedom, and a bit of Italian, nevertheless, please don’t judge if the German isn’t perfect lol, blame google.

It contains a bit of degradation, so I get if that’s not your thing. Enjoy!!!

You recently got transferred to a new unit as a medic, you didn’t really want this but whatever, you’re here now, might as well meet some new people. As you walk around meeting your new squadmates, you realize something odd, they don’t all speak English, they didn’t tell you you’d be part of an international unit. You hear some French, English of course, even some Spanish, but then, you hear one really deep voice, a German voice. You turn and see the biggest man you’ve ever seen, standing at a whopping 6’10” a full foot taller than you

Konig-“Bist du der Neue? Großartig, noch ein kleiner”

You don’t understand a word he says, he walks over and awaits an answer, you say-

Reader-“uh, sorry, I don’t speak German, only-only English”

You say nervously, hoping you didn’t offend him. He sighs and roughly translates it into English, with a very thick German accent

Konig-“I said, are you the new guy? Great, another small one”

He says annoyed.

Reader-“i-yeah, I am new, and I think everyone is small compared to you”

You say cautiously, it’s true but he might not like hearing it. To your delight, he laughs and puts a hand on your shoulder, his hand is extremely large, and very strong.

Konig-“you’re funny American, I like you, come with me”

He grabs your hand and drags you away

Reader-“w-where are we going?”

Konig chuckles deeply, keeping a strong grip on your hand. Even though the situation isn’t exactly preferable, your heart pounds in anticipation for what he’s gonna do. As he drags you by your hand, you start to get a better look at him, his arms, thick and veiny, with some huge muscles, every time he looks back at you, you notice his piercing eyes. You also notice…. He’s wearing a t-shirt on his head? Odd, but he’s still extremely hot so whatever. After a few more minutes of walking, you two arrive at an office, presumably his. He takes a seat behind the desk in the middle of the room and stares at you before speaking.

Konig-“so, you’re the new Sanitäter, right? You are very small, like I said before”

You roll your eyes, feeling you’re gonna be teased about your size by him often

Reader-“yeah, I assume you said medic, so yeah, I am”

Konig nods and runs his eyes up and down your body, admiring your physique.

Konig-“are you good?”

Reader-“what? Of course I am, I wouldn’t be here otherwise. Although I am a bit surprised this is an international unit, I wasn’t told about that”

Konig chuckles

Konig-“you never know. They send anyone these days, especially considering how, how you say, petite you are”

He chuckles again as you start to get really annoyed

Reader-“look, is this gonna be a constant thing? I really don’t need it, so can you shut the fuck up”

Konig-“oh, a feisty maus, I like that”

He stands and walk back over to you, towering over you yet again, looking down on you.

Konig-“I get whatever I want here, and as of right now, I want… Du”

He smiles under his mask and leans down to your level

Reader-“what-what does that mean?”

You ask nervously, your face bright red. You know exactly what he means but you don’t wanna say it

Konig-“I think you know little maus. I want you to be mine, my… Spielzeug, toy, if you will”

He pulls up the bottom of his mask to reveal his perfect lips and intoxicating smile before licking his lips

Konig-“how does that sound little maus?”

He ask, smirk still plastered onto his face. You think for a second, you’ve always liked the idea of being someone’s toy, being used, but you also just met him, but it’s also not like you’re gonna be able to leave for the foreseeable future, so, you answer him.

Reader-“I-yeah, ok”

You stammer out, face still flushed, erection growing in your uniform pants. He smiles

Konig-“good”

He leans in and kisses you deeply, running his tongue all over your lips before forcing it into your mouth, making your mind go all hazy as you lose all the worry you had before. He slides his hand down between your legs and cups your bulge, squeezing it a bit

Konig-“did my little maus like that kiss that much? Good to know, but you don’t get to touch yourself, not till I have my fun. Come”

He grabs you again and leads you to his desk, he sits in the chair again and points under his desk, signaling you to get under. You look back and forth a couple times before going on your knees and getting under the desk. He puts his hand on your cheek and rubs it with his thumb.

Konig-“i always wanted my own little twink”

He laughs before pulling his hand away from you and pulling down his pants, showing you his huge cock, it just sits there and throbs, almost bigger than your head, his balls so full of assumably thick and delicious cum.

Reader-“I-wow, that thing is-is really big”

You say as you take it in your hand and stroke it a bit, getting it get hard in your hand, almost being able to feel the blood cells rush into it, that’s how big it is.

Konig-“you like it? My fat fucking Schwanz? It’s all yours from now on, my little maus”

He laughs then grabs the base of his cock and slaps it on your face a few times, making your cheek redden and almost bruise, it’s so heavy, almost as heavy as the rifle you carry on missions, how does he carry or around all day. And the smell, ohhh the smell, it’s so sweaty, so pungent, so…manly. You bury your nose in his balls and breath in only his scent. He rubs your hair as you smell and even lick his balls a bit

Konig-“you like my scent? Want it to mark you?”

He smirks and rubs his balls on your face, making you smell only him before prodding your lips with his huge cock head.

Konig-“suck it”

He says commandingly. You take it into your mouth, feeling his tip alone filling a lot of your mouth, already making your jaw sore, but you start bobbing up and down, slobbering and gagging in it. Soon, you hear the door open, you start to panic and try and pull away but konig holds the back of your head in place, he strokes your cheek to calm you down and you keep sucking, while trying to stay quiet. You hear a British voice

???-“konig, you see that new recruit around? I wanted to talk to him”

Konig grunts softly and looks up to the man talking

Konig-“ah ghost. No, I haven’t seen him for a few minutes, he’s probably looking for his room or introducing himself, either way, I’m sure he’s very busy.”

He says smugly as you continue to bob up and down on his shaft under the desk, slobbering on it and gagging as quiet as you can, you even squeeze his balls a bit in hopes of making him cum faster. He then grabs the back of your head and shoves you the whole way down on his cock, sheathing it deep in your throat, your nose buried in his thick pubes, you make a loud gagging sound

Ghost-“did you hear that? Sounded odd”

The British man says, starting to get a bit suspicious

Konig-“no, I heard nothing”

Ghost-“hm, whatever, see you later”

He turns and walks out, closing the door behind him. When he does this konig finally lets you off his cock, causing you to cough and gag a few more times as you get your breath back.

Reader-“what the hell! I almost fucking choked to death”

You say with a very scratchy voice from his cock being buried deep in your mouth. Konig laughs

Konig-“I know you liked it”

He says as he strokes his cock, still covered in a thick layer of your spit. He grabs you head again and pulls you close, his cock positioned just above your face

Konig-“oh fuck, maus, I’m going to cum. I’m going to paint your Hübsch face”

He grunts and moans as he starts to spray thick ropes of cum onto your spit covered face, every rope feels so heavy, so warm. It feels so damn good, and some even gets into your mouth, and you were right, it tastes amazing

Konig-“you look so pretty covered in my cum”

He says with a chuckle as he wipes some off your chin and puts it in your mouth to swallow.

Konig-“now, go find your room, and don’t clean your face till you get there, just so you remember you’re mine”

You stand up, one of your eyes almost glued shut from his cum

Reader-“y-yes sir”

You walk out of the room, your face covered in his cum, you love it so damn much. This is a great start to your time in this unit.

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[skepsiss]

Tooth and Nail pt2

Part 2 of this mini-series. I guess I'm writing like 4 mini-series right now. This story is about Eddie being the one to question his sexuality after Steve comes out first. Read the first part to get the full details.

This part is pretty darn sad with a lot of introspection. I put up a mini-poll asking people what they wanted to read the most and Eddie being introspective was winning when I started writing this. I'm likely to write all the options on that poll still, so don't fret. I want to say clearly too that I do not agree with Eddie's thoughts. Sharing your emotions is never selfish and I think the fact that he feels like a burden is something he needs to work through. He is unwell. I'll admit I made myself cry writing this so if you're emotionally fragile like I am (lol) read at your own risk.

TW: Internalized homophobia (he's working through it), self-hatred, brief thoughts on death, mention of war (Vietnam and Korea).

PT1 PT2 PT3

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"I kissed Steve."

"What?" Gareth said, startled as he stared at Eddie. 

Eddie was sitting on a beaten-up old armchair in Jeff’s garage; it was night and they’d opened the garage door to let in the summer air. The whole block was having a party and despite the time of night, the street was still alight with lamps and Christmas lights as people mingled in the street. Eddie had taken refuge in the garage (slightly paranoid that someone was going to touch the band equipment) after the first hour of forcing himself to be social. He had a beer in hand, even though he was underage, but it didn’t seem like any of the adults cared as long as they behaved. Hell, Eddie didn’t even live on this block but he was here enough that the neighbours didn’t seem to mind.

“A week and a half ago,” Eddie answered. He was slouching badly with one leg up on the seat, looking as if he was trying to lounge on a satee instead of a corduroy, La-Z-Boy from the 60s.

“Wait–sorry, what?” Gareth asked again, holding his own beer between his knees as he stared at Eddie. He had come to join him a few moments ago since Eddie had been moping by himself, and then they had proceeded to sit in silence until now.

Eddie flicked his gaze over to the younger boy before taking a long sip of his beer as if to say, yeah, you heard right without the willingness to repeat himself. He was quietly pissed, actually, but was chomping at the bit to talk to someone about it.

“So, are you like…” Gareth started, waving one of his hands as if that would fill in the blank.

“I’m fucking straight,” Eddie muttered, looking away and taking another long drink from his beer.

“Then why–” Gareth wasn’t going to get a word in edgewise and anyone who came to talk to Eddie when he was in a mood like this knew that coming in.

“I don’t fucking know!” Eddie grumbled, crossing his other arm over his chest and slouching all the way down in his seat so only his neck was being supported by the back of the chair.

Gareth frowned at him and looked away, no doubt wondering what he should say to all of that. It gave Eddie a moment to calm down and he eventually sat back up.

“I just…” he muttered, speaking into his drink, “I don’t know; it’d be easy if he was a girl. I just wish he was a girl.”

“Eddie…” Gareth mumbled a bit incredulously as he pinched his brows in. His expression was pitying and Eddie hated that it looked like he felt sorry for him. That was annoying and he scowled before looking away. 

Eddie’s logic was sound, it didn’t make sense why Gareth would be questioning it. Things would be easier if Steve was just a girl, that way if he had kissed him it wouldn’t be a big deal. Just an oops, sorry, that was uncool, well, anyways, and then they’d move on. He wouldn’t have to be dealing with this crisis of conscience and saying that he was just joking around wouldn’t have blown up in his face–maybe, he wasn’t sure. If Steve was a girl saying that he was joking actually might have blown up in his face more now that he was thinking about it… probably wasn’t cool to yank a girl’s chain like that.

“We were high and I don’t know, I wanted to talk to him about it being fine that he’s gay or whatever and I wasn’t thinking at all and I just…” Eddie sighed heavily and chugged the remainder of his beer. He twisted the pull-tab off and flicked it across the room, aiming for the bin and missing.

“You always want to kiss people when you’re high?” Gareth asked an edge of humour to his voice. He was teasing lightly, but Eddie didn’t have the patience for that kind of crap right now. 

“Fuck no,” Eddie grouched, crossing his arms and resuming his earlier position where one of his legs was up and he was slouched into the corner of the seat. “I wouldn’t kiss your ugly mug for money.”

Gareth snorted lightly and took a swig of his beer, letting the moment simmer.

“So…” he continued, glancing at Eddie before looking away sharply, “he get mad or something?”

Eddie groaned as he covered his eyes with the side of his hand, cupping his forehead as he tipped his head back. Why had he brought this up? He didn’t want to talk about this. It had been eating his insides alive, but he didn’t actually want to talk about it. What was Gareth going to do? Tell him the magic words to make Steve like him again?

“I told him I was joking,” Eddie mumbled, “and that I didn’t mean it–I even apologized, and I don’t fucking apologize to anyone.”

“Tell me about it,” Gareth muttered under his breath and Eddie hucked his empty beer can at his head, forcing Gareth to duck.

“Jesus–” he half laughed, the can knocking against him harmlessly and clattering to the ground, “just saying.”

Eddie flicked him off and motioned to get up. He didn’t need to be here for this, he didn’t want to be around people. This sucked. He could tell that Gareth was trying to be helpful–trying to be a friend–but he didn’t have the patience for it and he didn’t want to have another fight with another friend over something stupid.

Eddie stuck his hands in his pockets and shuffled over to Gareth before picking up the empty can and chucking it into the garbage. He wasn’t about to leave trash in Jeff’s garage, his parents let them practice there and store their gear most of the time and Eddie wasn’t going to burn this location. 

“Say bye to Jeff for me,” Eddie muttered, grouching out of the garage, “and thanks for the food.”

“You going home?” Gareth asked, leaning over the side of his chair to watch Eddie.

“No, this is an illusion,” Eddie mocked, turning and waving his hand in front of his face and giving a manic smile, “the Eddie you know died a long time ago.”

Gareth half laughed, but his brows pinched in at the same time. Eddie didn’t stick around to see if that meant he wanted to say something. He just continued to walk away, turning and hunching his shoulders as he walked past energetic little kids chasing one another and people starting to pack up their dishware. He didn’t feel like unpacking what he had told Gareth or why stating that he had died twisted his guts up into knots. He also didn’t like that he could tell that his upset wasn’t due to the fact that he was lying, but rather that it felt too close to the truth. 

Eddie lit a cigarette and started the long walk home. He lost the last of the dusk light halfway through his walk, already two cigarettes down as he got closer to Cherry Street. He wanted to say he ended up there by accident, but that would have been a lie. He walked this way often, actually, and it had been convenient once upon a time. Steve lived on Cherry Street… and Cherry Street backed up onto the forest that connected to the trailer park. A funny coincidence, he had said once to Steve, makes it easier to bother you. That was all too true now though. He was more than a bother.

Eddie stood looming at the end of the street as he stared off towards Steve’s house, the large, stark white structure easy to spot even in the dark. The lawn was lit up by small pot lights and the street lamp across the road shone brightly down onto the sidewalk. Eddie was out of view of any of the windows from his vantage, but he could see the side of the garage and the front of Steve’s house still.

He grumbled miserably and flicked the butt of his cigarette, not bothering to stamp it out before rerouting and taking the long way home. He didn’t want to walk past Steve’s place and risk seeing him, he didn’t know what he’d say if he saw him… he still didn’t really know what had happened. The whole thing felt jumbled in his mind and then crystal clear all at once. He could remember everything so vividly, but it was as if they had been speaking a foreign language to each other: none of it made sense.

Why did he kiss Steve?

Why had that led to Steve getting so angry he nearly got hit?

Why was he such a jackass that seemed to ruin any good thing that happened to him?

It was pitch black by the time Eddie made it home, but he knew the route well enough. The trailer park didn’t have any lights other than the rinky-dink porch lights that some of the homesteads had. It wasn’t that late, but things got dark this far away from town. He came home late like this all the time though, so it wasn’t a surprise when the flyscreen slapped open and Wayne was lounging on the couch. Wayne wasn’t working right now, which was a problem, but they had a small nest egg from the government to live off of for at least a few more weeks. It was amazing how far you could stretch a dollar when you’d been doing it for 20 years. 

“That you, Eddie?” Wayne asked, sparing a glance towards the door as a commercial popped onto the screen.

“Yeah…” Eddie mumbled, standing by the front door with his hands in his pockets still. He was looking at the ground, and Eddie wasn’t sure why he felt paralyzed. He didn’t want to move, but he didn’t want to be standing there either… stuck in some kind of limbo.

“You’re home early,” Wayne commented, his tone sounding cautious as if he wasn’t sure if a conversation was going to come out of this, “everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Eddie answered, again, not really sure what he was expecting.

Silence drew out between them as Eddie shifted from foot to foot, just wanting to… be around someone. He wasn’t sure if that was right, but he wanted to be invited in or something. He selfishly wanted to be comforted even though he was the problem.

“What’re you watching?” He mumbled, still not looking at Wayne.

“Mash,” Wayne answered easily, “reruns.”

Eddie nodded and sniffed, feeling like a stranger in his own home. Though he supposed that wasn’t right, this was Wayne’s home, he was a guest. He was a guest that had worn out his invitation by years and years. The deal had been until he graduated, but he still hadn’t done that and it was starting to feel like an impossibility. He didn’t want to be a burden though and he knew that getting a job was the next best thing… but he hadn’t been able to force himself to do that yet either.

Slowly, Eddie shuffled over to the couch and sat down a cushion width away from his uncle, looking up at the TV. The commercials were ending and Eddie felt his throat tighten as he tried to push himself into small talk.

“Is it a good episode?” He asked, having seen most of MASH living here with Wayne. He liked the show, and Eddie could understand why. All the characters questioned why they were at war and the ethics of it all. Made sense for someone like Wayne to get some kind of catharsis from the show after coming home from ‘Nam all those years ago.

“It’s the one where Hawkeye tries to get ribs sent from Chicago to Korea,” Wayne explained, sipping the drink he had in his hand and looking back at the TV.

Eddie snorted slightly, remembering the episode. He toed his shoes off and tucked up onto the couch so he could rest his chin on his knees, the room falling into silence except for the murmur of the TV and the tell-tale M*A*S*H song in the background. It was easy to watch and Eddie stared at the grainy images on the screen as Wayne and him shared the living room. He always liked that he could be quiet with Wayne, but it felt a bit forced on his part tonight.

A commercial broke up the episode and Eddie sighed, not looking at Wayne as he tipped his head to the side before chewing his lip and finally speaking.

“You ever… had a fight with a friend?” Eddie asked quietly, not liking the sound of his own voice right now. It was quiet for a beat before Wayne responded, his tone calm.

“Sure,” he said easily, obviously waiting for Eddie to continue, “you… have a fight with the band?”

“Steve,” Eddie mumbled, shaking his head no to Wayne’s assumption as he picked off the black polish on his nails.

“What did you do… to fix it?” Eddie asked, still not looking up.

“Apologized… talked, bought them a beer,” Wayne offered loosely, “depends on what the fight was about.”

Eddie nodded solemnly, not liking that there wasn’t some magic answer to his query. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but he didn’t feel like elaborating his problem either. So he just nodded and picked at his nails, waffling for a long time before more words tumbled out of him.

“Do you think… people just… dislike me?” Eddie asked, his lip quivering a bit before he got control of it, swallowing hard to hide his emotions. Wayne didn’t say anything right away which forced a bitter laugh from Eddie’s lungs.

“Like, I’m difficult, I know it, people don’t like difficult but sometimes…” Eddie smiled sadly as he held back his emotions, hiding his face between his knees again, “something even when I’m around people that are… like me, I’m just… different.”

Eddie didn’t like the words that were slipping out of him, why he felt like this was related to what had happened with Steve, or why he was saying it to begin with. He didn’t want to talk about this and he didn’t want to put this on Wayne to think about, that wasn’t fair. Wayne dealt with enough of his bullshit, more than any Uncle should have to, but sometimes Eddie couldn’t help that his uncle felt like the only safe person to talk to.

“It feels like it’s just so easy for me to–” he laughed quietly again, having a harder time holding back the wavering tone of his voice, “--to just–fuck things up with people.”

His body betrayed him and Eddie felt tears slipping down his face and he rushed to push them away so they wouldn’t be seen, still shielded by his knees as he hunched like a gargoyle.

“Eddie–” Wayne started, too much sympathy in his voice.

“Sorry,” Eddie muttered, trying to put levity into his tone, “I know you don’t like it when I drop the f-bomb.”

That was partly true, but Eddie also knew that Wayne didn’t care that much. They swore all the time, he just didn’t like being sworn at.

Wayne went quiet for a moment and Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get rid of any lingering tears that might be holed up in there.

“What’s going on, boy?” Wayne asked, his voice incredibly gentle.

Eddie felt his bottom lip bunch up, hating that any time Wayne sounded like that Eddie was doomed to start breaking down. It was like a superpower or something–he didn’t know, but Wayne had made him cry dozens of times when he felt on the verge of tears. He always felt selfish seeking out comfort from his uncle when he had already saddled him with so many problems.

“I hate people–” Eddie blubbered, not sure if that was what he really wanted to say but that felt like the strongest phrasing he could find to describe how he felt. He felt so small and so selfish, reverting back to some kind of scared kid who didn’t know how to deal with his own emotions. 

Eddie finally looked up, his face wet and his chest tight, and he crawled across the seat cushioned and collapsed onto his side, pressing his face into Wayne’s thigh. He was so pathetic… he was twenty years old and he was crying into his uncle's lap? Eddie the demon, the freak, the devil, metal head, satanic worshipper – yeah right.

“Sometimes it feels like–people just–I’m just–-I’m made to be hated,” he blubbered, hiding his face and gasping through his words. He felt miserable and like he wasn’t really saying what he meant, but he didn’t know what he wanted to say or even why he was doing this right now. It was like hundreds of emotions were trying to fight their way out of his chest and he couldn’t do anything about it. He hated it.

Wayne touched the top of his head and Eddie felt himself choke.

Wayne’s touch was gentle and Eddie couldn’t help but sob as he started to stroke the back of his head. It was a subdued affection, but one that Eddie knew was genuine. Wayne wasn’t a man of many words, so sometimes a touch was the best he was going to get. There was a reason why Wayne sometimes felt like the only safe person–even if Eddie still felt like he was a burden to his uncle.

“Everything about me just—” Eddie sobbed, gritting his teeth as he just let his thoughts and feelings freefall from him. “Why am–I—I–why do I like everything people can–can just hate–about me? I don’t like anything normal—I’m just–nothing about me is normal.”

Usually, Eddie was the first one to proclaim that he was different and scream it loudly for people to hear. He’d shout and point and own it and draw all the other weirdos towards him. He was the king of all the freaks, but it felt like he was still an island amongst them. He was always somehow different. Like there was this wall he bumped up against far too easily that would crop up out of nowhere. How he’d say or do something and just fuck everything up in one fell swoop. 

Why did he keep giving people new reasons to call him a freak?

“I hate being like this–I hate–I hate that I can’t just–be normal for—for five minutes,” he gasped, feeling that swell of self-hatred rising in his chest, “it’s always my fault–it’s–I’m always… so… difficult. I just—I can’t—...I don’t know why–I don’t—I hate it, I hate it so much.”

He was feeling sorry for himself again and that felt unfair. It didn’t feel like this was something he got to be upset about or something that Wayne or anyone else cared about. It felt unfair to complain to a man who had probably watched dozens of friends die right in front of him during the war; to complain to a man who had taken him in when no one else would and had to bear this kind of responsibility when he hadn’t asked for it. To have a snot-nosed-brat sobbing in his lap because people didn’t like him. But Eddie was nothing if not selfish.

“I’m so tired of being different–I don’t… I don’t want it anymore–why does it matter so much to people? I just–I don’t want it anymore–It’s–like—I know, I know people hate me—everyone in this goddamn town–people–pe—everyone hates me. Wayne–” he was heaving now as he rambled, everything just spilling out of him in these waves of emotions as each ugly sound crashed into the next. “It’s not fair—I don’t—I don’t want to be the freak–I don’t what—I don’t want to be a loser–to be a drop out–I don’t want—I don’t want to like men–”

The last of his confessions slipped out and Eddie felt his body tighten; his throat felt like it was being ripped apart and his lungs couldn’t pull in enough breath to satiate him. It hurt so badly. It hurt and he hated it and he didn’t know why he said it.

Eddie felt Wayne’s pets pause briefly before picking back up again. That more than anything made Eddie feel ashamed. It made his jaw shake and his shoulders tighten. How fear and sorrow rattled around inside of him at the consequences of his words. He didn’t know what saying them would do–he didn’t mean them. He knew he didn’t mean them–he couldn’t have meant them. Those words were a death sentence.

“It’ll be alright,” Wayne mumbled, the words not sounding as hollow as Eddie thought they would, “I like you plenty.”

Eddie tucked in at the compliment, feeling weak and small as his sobs quieted a bit. His tears didn’t stop, but his chest heaves changed into fluttering gasps as he slowly regained his composure.

“Freaks run in the Munson blood,” Wayne continued and Eddie blubbered a small laugh shifting to press into Wayne’s hip. He was such a child, but he couldn’t help but soak in the comfort.

It was quiet again for some time as Eddie’s crying turned into hiccups and then sniffles, the TV quietly rambling in the background. It took a long while for Eddie to calm down, but Wayne never stopped stroking his hair. He felt wrung out and hollow now, his emotions dull and his body aching from how hard he had cried. Still, it did feel better than when he walked in here.

“I kissed him…” Eddie said quietly. He felt Wayne shift to look down at him, a question in his movement.

“Steve,” Eddie explained, mumbling, “I kissed Steve the other week.”

“I see,” Wayne answered back, obvious awkwardness in his delivery. He had never been good at talking about stuff like this–anything really–but it was obvious that he was trying. “And he doesn’t like that you’re a guy?”

Eddie shook his head, and closed his eyes, tucking in closer still as he pressed his forehead against Wayne’s stomach.

“Steve likes guys,” Eddie sighed, breathing heavily as he wrangled his emotions.

“Alright…” Wayne replied slowly, obviously puzzling through everything. Eddie frowned and tucked in again, hiding as he felt shame wash over him.

“I kissed him…” he explained, sniffing, “and then I told him it was a joke, that I didn’t mean it…”

“Ah…” Wayne answered, sighing a knowing breath. “Did you mean it?”

Eddie swallowed thickly, taking a long time to answer as he pressed hard into Wayne as if he could disappear this way.

“I don’t know…” Eddie replied, his voice muffled. Wayne stroked his head again and Eddie breathed deeply through his mouth, feeling bad for crying all over Wayne’s lap.

“Alright,” Wayne answered simply, not pushing the subject at all. He was good at listening and Eddie quietly appreciated that Wayne always seemed to have time to listen to him ramble. Slowly, Eddie sat back up, his back to Wayne as he hugged his knees and rallied.

“Sorry,” Eddie mumbled, feeling like he had to apologize for the way he had acted. 

Wayne just patted his shoulder and Eddie felt a few tears slip down his cheek as if they had been knocked out of him by his uncle’s kindness. He sniffed hard again before getting off the couch and stumbling into the kitchen to splash water into his face and clean off the snot and tears. Eddie lifted the hem of his shirt to dry his face and then leaned against the kitchen counter, going quiet once more.

“Eddie?” Wayne spoke up and Eddie peered over at him through the cabinet shelf, “try telling your friend the truth.”

Eddie frowned at the suggestion, but he didn’t have it in him to be angry. Still, he didn’t think that was a great idea. What was he supposed to say? He wasn’t even sure if he knew what the truth was. How did he feel? Did he like Steve? That felt stupid and the idea made his stomach turn over. What good would a confession do anyway?

“And what’s that?” Eddie asked a bit flippantly, wiping wet strands of hair out of his face. 

“That you’re figuring it out and you want to stay friends,” Wayne offered, looking over at Eddie for a moment before turning to look at the TV again.

Eddie stared at the back of his uncle’s head, not sure what to say to that. Was it that simple? It felt like he wasn’t allowed to tell anyone that he didn’t know how he felt about something. That he was unsure and vulnerable and scared—it didn’t feel like things were allowed to be that simple.

He didn’t answer Wayne as the TV flicked from image to image painting the dark little trailer in different colours each time. It felt comforting and Eddie appreciated that his Uncle wasn’t smothering him. He was more grateful that Wayne had just… accepted him. He had accepted him like he always did. He hadn’t said anything when Eddie started to grow his hair out or when he got a tattoo, when he flunked school, and now when he had said… he liked men. It had been a surprise to hear himself say those words and there was still deep-rooted shame attached to all of that, but that felt like something he had to unpack on his own. Still, Wayne’s reaction had been the same as it was for all of Eddie’s past transgressions. He’d quietly support him or sigh with worry, but it never seemed to change anything between them.

Eddie shifted awkwardly from foot to foot and went to the fridge. He pulled out a can of beer and walked it over to his uncle, touching the cold metal to Wayne’s forearm so he’d look up.

“Thanks,” he muttered gruffly, looking at Eddie briefly before redirecting his attention to the TV.

“Yeah,” Eddie replied quietly, wiping his nose and touching his uncle’s shoulder before stepping away, “thanks.”

PT3

#we stan Wayne Munson in this house #Wayne Munson = best uncle #Eddit is dumb cause he spent all of last fic (the week prior to this) #proclaiming that he loved queer ppl cause they were treated like he is #he thinks queer people are cool but now he's like I CAN'T BE QUEER #that's just cause he's scared of what that means and he has to face so many horrors all the time #doesn't like being hated and sometimes the RSD gets to him #the “being straight” thing is like armor that has just been stripped away and he's been shown he can be hurt here too #he'll learn and grow and eventually love his queer-ness #my_writing #steddie #steve and eddie #eddie munson #steddie fic #my writing #wayne munson #I'm bored so take pt2 early

[clownd1ck]

shut me up | f. castle

frank castle x fem!reader

summary: you get on frank’s nerves too much, and he’s finally found a way to shut you up.

warnings: reader has nipple piercings LOL that’s the only description, fem!reader, reader curses (she’s so me), reader annoys frank, age gap(?), touching, frank loves reader’s thighs bc i said so, making out, suggestive themes x

“oh my god, it’s raggedy-anne.” you say as you open the door. frank castle is stood behind it, beaten and bloody from whatever activity he got himself into earlier that night. frank ignores your comment and walks straight past you, and your eyes dart to him. “did raggedy-anne get shot in the ass or something?” you ask as you notice the way he limps to the couch.

“has anyone ever told you you talk too much?” frank groans, slowly sitting on the couch, unzipping his black hoodie to reveal his bare chest.

“all the time.” you quirk, pulling the first aid kit out of one of your cupboards. you never owned a first aid kit until you stumbled across frank castle. and i mean literally stumbled. you bumped into him late at night, too drunk to see the danger that lurks around him despite the bruises and cuts across his skin. you offered to help clean him up, only to realise you didn’t have a first aid kit and had to borrow one from your roommate at the time. even in a drunken state, you still did a damn good job at fixing him up.

it’s been like this ever since.

“and you don’t listen?”

“why would i listen to other people?” you smirk, taking your place next to frank on the couch as you start to unpack the necessities you’d need to clean him up. you can feel his watchful gaze on you the entire time, and when you look up at him, his eyebrows a furrowed and are looking directly at your tits: specifically, your nipples.

“what? i wasn’t expecting you to get in a fucking fight tonight. excuse me for wanting to dress comfy in my own fucking home.” your words are followed by a huff.

“when’d you get them done?” you found yourself looking down to where his gaze is cast. the white tank top you’re wearing reveals your nipples, but not only that, the stainless steel bar that passes through them.

you chuckle. “awhile ago, when i turned 18. best decision i ever made, my sex life has never been better.” you wink, causing frank to roll his eyes. “don’t be jealous, frankie, they’re always here for you.”

“you’re a pain in the ass.”

“no, that bullet wound you took up your ass is a pain. not me, never me.”

“i didn’t get shot in the ass.”

“whatever you say.” you grab the rubbing alcohol and place it on the wounds on his stomach using a few cotton pads. under your hand, you feel frank take a deep breath in and you watch him do so. “how’d this even happen, anyway?” you don’t receive an answer, causing you to huff. “fine, stay silent.”

and he does.

whilst you stitch him up, frank can sense the agitation gravitating off of you at the silence in the room. he’s always been a man of few words, but since he’s known you, you’ve always been the type of woman who had something to say no matter the situation. a snarky reply, an intelligent comment, it didn’t matter, because you truly didn’t know how and when to shut up.

“frank.” you say, and you’re met with no reply.

“frankie.” no reply.

“if you don’t reply i’ll sing careless whisper.” that causes frank to raise his eyebrows at you. he’s tempting you, his look saying do it, see what happens.

and so you gave in, because how would one not give into temptation when the devil himself is sat before you?

“tonight the music seems so loud, i wish that we could lose this crowd. maybe it’s better this way, we’d hurt each other with the things we want to sa-”

your singing is interrupted by something, but it takes you awhile to register what until you feel his tongue slip past your lips and a moan leaving your mouth for you to realise that frank castle is kissing you. you feel his hands reach up to cup your face, and you find yourself shuffling closer to be engulfed in the warmth and the feel that is him.

a hand reached out to grasp your left thigh, tugging it over his own until you’re completely situated on frank’s lap. the damage to his skin is long forgotten. his hand remains on your thigh, but it grabs and slides up and down in a way that has you completely at his mercy. his other hand soon joins on your other thigh, they’re in sync with the way they touch you: grabbing, squeezing, stroking them in a way that makes you feel appreciated.

your hands soon cup frank’s face, his jawline sharp and with your hands on his cheeks you find yourself digging deeper into the kiss, digging deeper into frank castle; his heart, his mind, his soul.

you’re not paying attention to the movement of his hands, too invested in the heavy make out session to even realise that his left hand had moved to cup your breast, pulling at your pierced nipple in a way that evokes a hot and breathy moan from you. you’re growing greedy, you want him to do it again and it’s like he’s a mind reader because he does, and you feel him smirk against your lips at another moan that escapes you.

you’ve pulled away from the kiss now, but your hands are still on frank’s cheeks and he’s still playing with your nipple. you’re both breathing heavily, lips just an inch apart as you stare into each other. he’s smirking at you, and you giggle.

“guess you found a way to shut me up.” you laugh breathlessly. “but i think i know a few other ways.” it’s the wink that you give him that frank knows he’s in for a long night. but who is he to complain?

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[beefboyandbabygirl]

if you’re requests are open i saw a tweet abt this couple on a date and when they kissed, his apple watch started beeping bc of an abnormal heart rate and i just couldnt help but think of vernon getting all awkward and red and shy,,,,, like he wants to play it cool in front of you but in reality he’s been pining for nearly a year and is nearly shitting his pants bc he finally got you JWDDKLZDOEKDIDK

this is so cute and hilarious i cant

Heart-b-b-beat

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pairing: vernon x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, established ish relationship (like its a relatively new relationship okay u get it)

warnings: kissing, implications and thoughts of sex so MDNI!!! (even tho its very subtle idk im just being safe), uhh very detailed descriptions of being in love? plz lmk if theres more this feels strangely short lol

quotes from beefboy: "hes such a LITTLE CUTIEPIE", "maybe i can write vernon i just have to copy ur style" (that one made me proud)

wordcount: 708

I have no fucking idea what to do.

That was what Vernon thought to himself. Every. Single. Day. Every single day since you started dating. 

He was happy, of course. That was the problem. He was so indescribably, extraordinarily, pathetically happy and in love with you that the nerve endings going from his brain to his body had begun to malfunction on a daily basis. The feeling was bittersweet. On one hand he had never felt better in his life, and on the other he was fully panicking because he wanted so bad to show you and tell you how incredible it felt to be yours. 

“Vernon? Vernon.”

He blinked a couple of times before his eyes landed on you. 

God. You. 

His hands were doing something weird, and he was all of the sudden too aware of his posture and did his hair look okay? Did you think he was annoying? Maybe you thought he was thinking perverted thoughts, and it wasn’t like that would be the first time, but you couldn't know that! 

“Yes, sorry. Hi. I'm here."

That was so fucking lame. 

You giggled. “It’s okay. What were you spacing out about?” 

Your grabbed the straw in your drink to take a sip. If you gave him that look while having your lips wrapped around that stupid paper tube for one more second, he was going to pass out. 

“Oh, uh- Uh, nothing.” 

For a moment too long he forgot about looking back at your eyes after having ogled at your lips (beautiful, plump, lipglossed  lips-), so he tried to be casual about it and flick his gaze towards the table behind you, or the waiter passing by. 

Smooth as hell. 

“My eyes are up here, you know.” 

Nevermind.

“Sorry, I was just- Sorry, I swear I'm paying attention now.”

And he was. Oh, how he was paying attention. He was paying attention to your melodious laugh, and the cute way your nose scrunched up, and your hand raising to rest under your chin. Then you made eye contact with him. Deep eye contact. He could’ve sworn nobody had ever looked this deep into his eyes. He felt very naked under your gaze. 

Not that he minded that. 

“You can kiss me, you know?”

The restaurant suddenly felt all swirly and trippy, like the funhouse at an amusement park. He mentally replayed your words in slow motion to be sure he wasn’t just hearing what he wanted to hear. This was what he had needed. A push. A sign. And you had given it to him, so casually like you were asking if he could pass you the salt, and he finally felt like he could function properly. 

“Do you want me to?” 

Yes. That was so confident and hot. 

Your answer was a simple nod, followed by a stern yes, and admittedly your demanding tone was doing things to his body as his lips met yours. If he was happy before, he had no idea what this feeling was. He couldn’t even imagine a word for it existing. It was a buzz flowing all the way from the tips of his toes, to the crown of his head. It was a bright glowing warmth radiating from his heart to the surface of his skin, and your skin was equally bright and beaming and it felt like he was melting into you. The table was spinning, all sounds of clinking glasses and strangers chatting were muted, and it was just you and him. Just you and him, in a little empty, undisclosed pocket in time and space. 

“What was that?”

Apparently his body was still in shut-down mode because he hadn’t felt his Apple Watch vibrating and going off on his wrist in the middle of the best kiss ever. 

‘High Heart Rate

Your heart rate rose to above 120 bpm, while you seemed to be-’

A teasing smile crept up on your face, only centimeters away, as Vernons eyes left the text on the screen. 

“You wanna leave?” 

“What? No I’m fine, my watch was just alerting me-”

“I'm not talking about your watch, babe. I'm asking. Do you wanna leave?” 

Oh.

Oh…

Vernon had never left a chair that fast in his life.

#vernon x reader #vernon fluff #vernon oneshot #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen oneshot #svt fluff #svt oneshot #svt x reader

[darkroomkisses]

Please can we get a clingy ethan who never leaves the reader alone and the group thinks he is so annoying and weird, and the reader soon feels suffocated and tries to break up with him but he ends up scaring her with ghostface and so he comes to her rescue as if he didn't drive her to it💀 ty🫶

He Who Hurt You The Most (Dark!Ethan Landry x Reader)

(Not my pics-credit to Pinterest)

A/N: Sorry this took soooo long. I literally trash :/ but anywhoo, Enjoy some fucked up smutty romance lol<3

Pairing: Dark!Ethan Landry x Reader

Summary: You break up with Ethan after you can't take his suffocating and clingy behavior anymore. Unable to cope with the breakup, Ethan comes up with a sick plan to get you back.

Warnings: NON-CON, SMUT, Dark!Ethan Landry, Ghostface! Ethan Landry, Fem!reader, Angst, Toxic relationship, Choking, Dacryphilia, Possessive!Ethan, Unhinged!Ethan Landry, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Bruises, Face Slapping, Name-calling, After-care. Ethan is mean in this. Bad time for reader.

Don't read if uncomfortable with dark themes!

Words: 4.4k

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“Ethan enough!” you shriek at your boyfriend. Finally, you had enough of this played-out argument you two were having for the millionth time. Your whole body was shaking with anger. You were sick of Ethan hovering over you and questioning your every move when you’re not with him. The last 8 months have had its ups and downs, but the ‘downs’ were getting harder to ignore.  

You love Ethan even though his jealousy and paranoid behavior scared you a little. He wasn’t a bad boyfriend; just overprotective. You tell yourself that over and over.

Ethan was looking at you with sad puppy dog eyes, he was kneeling at your feet while you sat in your bedroom. His grip is tight on your thighs.

“I just need some space...” you trail off, trying not to think of the pain he was currently inflicting on you.  

“What? You don’t mean that.” Ethan’s voice cracks. He looks into your eyes; he could tell you were serious this time, but he refused to accept it.  

“I do, now can you give me space for tonight? Please we can talk later.” you plead with him.  

“No Y/N, I love you! this isn’t you! I want this to work! I fucking love you baby.” Ethan holds you tighter, his voice growing louder with every word. The pain from his grasp makes you hiss now.  

“Ethan, you're hurting me” you whine.  

“What am I not good enough for you now?! You don't love me anymore?” Ethan moves his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks tightly.  

Lately Ethan hasn’t let you leave his sight. Every time you wanted to do something without him it turned into a fight, him yelling at you for minor things, it was too much. You shake his tight grip from your face.  

And God forbid you didn’t answer his texts within a certain time.

“Even now, you’re not listening to me, even my friends think something isn’t right-“ 

Ethan cuts you off quickly. “Friends? Why the hell would you talk to them about us?” Ethan spits out, insulted they had something to say.   

“I just needed to vent. I needed to talk to other people, not just you.”  

You love Ethan a lot, but you couldn’t deal with him being up your ass another minute.  

“You’re all I have! I can’t be without you!” Ethan screams at you, reaching to hold onto you again.  

“Just stop!” You pushed him away from you and stood up.  

“God! You're suffocating me, I need space! You never leave me alone. I don’t even get time to hang out with my friends. It’s too damn much. I hate it!” Your words come out like vomit. You let out a long sigh, turning your head away from him. “Just go!”  

You couldn’t hold back anymore and finally tell him what's been making you lose sleep at night. Was it a little harsh? Maybe. But you needed to get it off your chest. You hated hurting him like this, but it was only going to get worse if you didn’t say anything.  

Ethan stands up, not saying a word. His head is down, he looms over you like a dark figure. He’s furious. 

Ethan grabs your neck with one hand in a quick motion forcing you to look into his dark eyes. The usual bright light in your boyfriend's eyes is absent. The way he looks at you makes your heart sink, fear prickles on your body.  

“You will regret this and will realize what a big fucking mistake you’re making right now.”  

Your face drains of any color you had left. You reach up and try to pry his hand off you. Desperate for breath. Ethan finally lets you go and slams the door behind him. You let out a choked sob, tears breaking out of you like a burst dam.  

💔 

You were at a coffee shop the next day with Mindy, Tara and Annika. Your sunglasses covering your puffy and red eyes. You stir your coffee with a straw. You were sighing constantly and avoiding the perturbed looks coming from your friends.  

Your phone has been on do not disturb all day, you’ve been dodging Ethan’s calls and texts after last night.  

“All I'm saying is good riddance; He was so weird anyway” Mindy cringes. Sipping on her hot latte.  

“Yeah, like he was always around, like we barely seen you the last few months. We miss you” Tara voices putting her hand on yours in a comforting gesture.  

 You sniff at their words; you feel bad about them talking about Ethan this way, but you know they are right in a way.  

“Not to hate on the dude but he’s always creeped me out, the way he looks at you is kind of spooky.” Annika remarks, shivering at her own words.  

“You don’t know him like I do. He’s a gentle soul, he just has some demons, and bad family drama and its hard on him y’know” You utter trying to sound convincing. You didn’t know if you were trying to convince the girls or yourself. They stare at you for a beat, then share a look.  

“What? Don’t we all? He’s not perfect, trust me I know. He’s made mistakes.” You reason with your friends; they shift in their seats. They look like they don’t believe a word you say.  

“Right” Mindy lets out sarcastically and crosses her arms. “Thats why he yelled at you and put his hand around your neck and won’t leave you alone? Yeah, sounds like a realll good guy that respects boundaries.”  

“Mindy...” Annika chastises her. Shooting her girlfriend a disapproving glare. Mindy grumbles about being right. You know Mindy had a good point, Ethan never hurt you like that before yesterday, you were so scared of him in that moment. Even though he’s been texting and calling non-stop to say sorry; you’ve been ignoring him. You just can’t talk to him right now.  

You sigh and sink in your seat. You feel like you’re going to cry again. “Whatever, I need to go home, I barely slept a wink” You mumble before standing up.  

“Thanks for the coffee.” You say flatly as you gather your bag and phone.  

“We’ll come with you, if you want” Tara chirps.  

“Nah, I need to be alone for a while.” Your friends give you pitiful eyes and goodbyes as you walk out.  

You couldn’t stop thinking about your friends comments on the way back to your place.  

Was Ethan really that bad? Or did your friends not just understand him. You loved him but you couldn’t ignore some of his behaviors. His need to be with you all the time was off-putting. He acted like if he blinked you would disappear. And him choking you was a step too far; you need real time apart. You just hoped this time apart would be healthy for both of you and would make your relationship stronger than ever.  

You make your way into your apartment, You take out your keys, putting the key in the hole, only to find out the door isnt locked. That’s odd but maybe you forgot to lock it on your way out earlier. Your tired brain must have forgotten. You don’t linger on it too long as you step into the apartment.  

Your bedroom light was on. The light peeked through the cracked door. You could have sworn you turned it off but you’re too tired to give it much thought right now.  

You push the door open, and you take a quick look around your bedroom. Nothing. You feel a little anxious still; but decide it’s just lack of sleep playing tricks on your mind. You shrug off your bag, it drops on the floor. You’re so ready to curl up in bed and sleep the day away. 

You plop on your bed laying back, closing your eyes. When you hear a creak on your wood floors, you tense sitting up quickly. Your heartbeat quickens and you stand up. You know in every horror movie the dumb character investigates a noise and ends up slashed, but your feet don’t stop you from doing just that.  

“Hello?” You whimper out loud. Maybe a dumb thing to say if someone was in here. But you don’t know what else to do. You creep to the closet where you think the noise came from. You slowly reach for the door, you feel like you might shit yourself. Your heart races as you open the door and stare into the empty closet.  

“Nothing of course” you sigh out reassuring yourself you are fine. You laugh at yourself for being so paranoid as you walk back into the living room making sure your front door is locked. You turn out the lights and head to your bed. Not even bothering to change out of your dress. Your eyes linger on the stuffie Ethan got for you on your first date. You cuddle it softly as quiet sobs escape your body.  

💔

Ethan was hiding out in your apartment since you left earlier for coffee. Ethan stalked you all night, never really leaving you alone like you asked. Tracking your location, of course you forgot to turn off your shared location. He just had to make sure you were alright without him.  

He waited for you to text him telling him how wrong you were and how much you need him, but that never happened. In fact, you were ignoring all his texts and calls. Ethan was more angry about that then he wanted to admit.  

Fuck it, he couldn’t wait any longer. He knew he had to do something more drastic to get you back and he had just the plan.  

He was a little disappointed in you, you barely noticed that your apartment was broken into. He was in your room, on your bed, turned your lights on, even left the door unlocked and you didn’t bat an eye. He’s angry you didn’t drop this ‘breakup’ act and didn’t immediately call him to check the place out.  

Ethan was going to show you how foolish you were. He moved out of his hiding spot tucked away in another closet. He spent some time just watching you sleep, unaware of his presence. He was in his Ghostface costume; he had to make this scare authentic as possible.  

He was looming over your sleeping body. He so badly wanted to be cuddled up with you, holding you tight as he caresses your sleeping face. But no, he couldn’t do that because you made the bitch move and kicked him out.  

You shifted in your sleep and Ethan perked up and grips his knife tightly. He was ready, he wanted to give you the scare of a lifetime. He didn’t want to hurt you with the edged blade, but he had to make this believable. 

Ethan pulls your blanket off and gets on the bed and straddles you. “Y/N~” Ethan whispers softly in his Ghostface voice. He grips your neck when you don’t wake up. Your eyes pop open, you stare up at the dark figure hovering over you. “What-” you choke out, your eyes wide and full of panic. Your heart is beating so fast, you try to shake him off.  

Ethan grips your neck tightly. He wishes you could see his face right now. He’s smiling hard thinking about taking his anger out on you. You left him. You wanted time apart, and Ethan couldn’t cope with that. He loved you deeper than he ever loved anyone. You took his virginity, you took his heart, you consumed his soul. Now it was his turn to break you. He was going to make you run back into his arms whether you wanted to or not.  

Ethan was giddy to see you so broken and scared under him. Nowhere to run or hide. Ethan took the blade of his knife and pressed it flat against your exposed panties. Your scream is caught in your throat with Ethan’s hand still wrapped around your neck. He harshly pressed down on your neck again before quickly moving it away. You let out a choked sob. “If you scream, I'll fuck up that pretty little face of yours.” Ethan threatened.  

You silently nod your head, having no other choice. Your eyes quickly scan the room looking for anything to help you. Fuck, you felt trapped with nothing in reach to save you right now. Ethan gripped your face, noticing your wandering eyes.  

“Don’t fucking think about it, nothing can save you right now” The mockery in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed by you.  

“What do you want?” you sputter out. “You.” Ethan simply said. He flipped the blade on his knife; the cold metal sends shivers through you. “Please don’t! Take anything I don’t care, just leave me alone!”  

Ethan laughs at your pleading and begging. “Baby your body is worth so much more than anything you can offer me.”  

Ethan takes his hand off your face and removes his blade. You shiver with relief for a second. “My boyfriend will be here any fucking moment you need to leave!” You lie, trying to sound convincing. Ethan lets out another laugh, shaking his head at you. “If you only knew”  

You pinched your brows together. What the fuck does that mean? Did he hurt Ethan? Is he dead right now? You don’t know what to think, your mind racing while this nightmare in form of a man looms over you. Tired of your silence he gets your attention by slapping your cheek hard. You gasp at the sudden attack. 

“Standup.” He commands, moving sightly away so you can squeeze from under him. You do just that, holding your hot cheek.  

You stand up on shaky legs, you watch Ghostface in front of you sitting on the edge of the bed with his knife pointing toward you. His immense figure is frightening, the expressionless white mask sends goosebumps all over your body, you don’t say a word, afraid of what he might do next.  

You quickly glance at your bedroom door; it’s closed and locked. You curse at yourself; you were hoping to use this moment to run.  

You clear your throat, you can't see it, but you feel the man under the mask running his eyes over your body. You push the bile forming in your throat back down. You try to cover your body, feeling exposed in the dress you chose to wear today, it was one of Ethan’s favorites.  

“Don’t” he says roughly. “Take it off”  

“I can’t-” 

“Don't make me cut it off. That would be a shame, it looks so good on you”  

You take a deep breath and unzip your dress sliding it down your body, you opted for no bra today, kicking yourself for not giving a fuck earlier. Your black cheeky panties are the only thing keeping your modesty. You keep your hands at your sides. You hear a deep grunt from the man in front of you. 

“Come” Ethan motions his fingers at you to stand in front of him. You take a step closer, and he grabs your arm pulling you against him. He wraps his arms around your middle and for a quick moment his hold feels familiar. That thought is ripped from you when you feel him tearing your panties from your body, you let out a yelp.  

His free hand runs over your body, lingering on your tits, squeezing and molding them in his palm. “Fuck your body is amazing” He drags out. Ethan couldn’t hold it in anymore. He needed you now after watching your little striptease for him. 

“Get on the fucking floor, lay on your stomach, and don’t move an inch” He commands making you move without second thought. You were trying to lay still but your body was shaking hard. You tried to control your breathing; you closed your eyes in preparation for what you imagined was going to happen next.  

Ethan tucked the knife away and undid his zipper pulling his aching hard cock out. Giving it a few strokes while staring at his once perfect little girlfriend under his mercy and willing to do anything to save herself.  

Breaking your psyche was punishment enough, but to really send you running back to him, he had no choice but to fuck you hard and rough on your bedroom floor. He gets on top of you running his hands on your body and he takes his gloves off and rubs his fingers over your pussy then focusing on your clit for a minute.  

You let out a little noise, your eyes still squeezed shut. Ethan was doing a half ass job of getting you wet, not really caring right now about your comfort or pleasure. He still wanted it to hurt and make you regret trying to leave him.  

He takes his cock and lines up, pushing deep with his first thrust. You let out a cry, bracing yourself on the hardwood, trying to push yourself up. Ethan takes his hand and pushes your face against the hardwood, keeping you in place.  

“Oh fuck” Ethan lets out as he pulls out to push inside you roughly once more. Your body aches with every thrust against the hardwood. You pound your fists into the floor, trying to wiggle from under him. Ethan rams into you again and again, the burning sensation makes you scream out. Your tears stain the floor.  

“S-stop, it hurts!” you beg, your mind can’t understand anything but the pain coursing through your body. Ethan leans onto your back making him push deeper into you. He slows down giving you a little relief from his intense pounding.  

“Fucking take it, whore like you deserve pain.” Ethan speaks into your ear; The mask digs into your neck. You whimper softly, “What did I do?” You can’t even understand why this was happening, or why you would ever deserve this. You apologize anyway, over and over hoping to appease the man “I’m sorry, I'm sorry”.  

“Oh baby, words aren’t enough, don’t waste your breath” Ethan’s merciless words only make you cry more. Ethan reaches his hand under you and makes contact with your clit; he rubs it harshly.  

“Your crying is so cute; it makes me so hard for you” Ethan wasn’t lying seeing you crying like this made him swell even more inside you. It turned him on whenever he seen your pretty face spoiled with tears, he finally got to admit that out loud. 

“Cry for me baby. I know you like me filling your little hole up.” Ethan moaned out. Despite your fear and discomfort, your body doesn’t listen, and your hole gets slicker with every move of his hips and stroke of his fingers. You let out a little whine, as he rolls his hips deeper into you, pressing his hips flush against your ass. “Up on your hands and knees now.” 

He pulls your hips up and makes you steady on your hands and knees. He holds onto your hips with both hands, and fucks into you hard enough to make you scream. Your arms go limp, making you crash onto the floor, you have no energy to hold yourself up anymore. 

Your head is spinning from the pain. Ethan doesn’t help you back up; he continues to fuck you with no mercy.  

“Fuck I don’t wanna stop, you’re so perfect for me” Ethan’s mind is so delirious with pleasure, his anger is long gone, He only cares about getting off right now.  

“I'm going to cum, tell me you want it” Ethan slurs. He digs his hands deeper into your bruised hips. 

“Say you want it, baby” you don’t answer, and Ethan slaps your ass check hard.  

“Fucking say it, you little whore” Ethan takes a hand to the back of your head to pull you up by your hair. He stares at your fucked out face, only made dirtier by your tears and snot smeared on your face. “Fuck you’re so dirty, I really fucked you up.” Ethan smiles smugly and grips your hair harder, waiting for your answer. 

“I-I want it, I want it” you finally choke out. Ethan wanted you to beg more but he couldn’t wait, he was so close. He pushes you back down and with a few jerks of his hips and he comes deep inside you. He doesn’t pull out right away savoring the warm feeling.  

All the months of dating you never let him cum inside you, but right now you didn’t have a choice. He wanted this feeling to last forever. He reluctantly pulls out of you, watching his cum drip down your leg. 

You don’t move an inch. You lay there silently, hoping this is a bad dream you’re going to wake up from. Ethan stands over you. He tucks his cock back in his pants and zips himself up.  

“Word of advice don’t go trying to find me or go to those pig head cops. I will find out and next time you’ll wish I just raped your tight little pussy again.” His malicious words cut into you deep like a knife. You curl into yourself and weep hard. 

He takes his knife and steps over you. Leaving you lying on the cold floor, sore and broken and more afraid than ever.  

You don’t even know how long you laid in that same spot, it felt like hours. Your body was so sore you could hardly move. You used your little strength to pull your blanket off your bed to cover yourself up. You grabbed your phone with shaky hands, you dialed the number that you spent all day ignoring. He picks up on the first ring, and the familiar hello warms up your icy body.  

“Ethan? I-I need you” you take a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. “Come over please.” your voice squeaked a little.  

“Are you alright? You don’t sound okay” Ethan questioned; you could hear him rushing in the background.  

“Just come, okay?” You barely have the energy to say more right now. Ethan lets out a quick okay and you hang up.  

It isn't too long before your bedroom door creaks open. Ethan is standing in the doorway. “Y/N?”  

“Oh my god, what happened to you?” Ethan rushes over to you, and lightly puts his hands on your shoulders.  

You look up at him slowly, you almost burst into tears when you see him. The disturbed look on his face makes you feel sick.  

“S-someone attacked me...wearing a Ghostface mask.” You whisper out, holding back more tears. Ethan squeezes your shoulders a little tighter.  

“What? Where did they hurt you?” His eyes run up and down your body looking for wounds.  

“No not like that, he-” You burst into tears before you can even get the words out. You wanted nothing more than to tell Ethan what that heinous man did to you, how much you were hurting but the words wouldn’t come out.  

Ethan seems to understand what you mean without you saying anything more. “Do you know who did it? Baby, listen we have to call the police or something.”  

Fear shoots through your body. “No, I have no idea, but please no cops! He’ll know, I can’t tell anyone.” You quiver, running your hands over your face to wipe your eyes. Ethan doesn’t say anything else. He pulls you into a tight hug, rubbing your hair softly. Letting you cry it out.  

Ethan couldn’t help but smile as he comforted you. He was happy the line about the police worked so well. Of course, he didn’t think the cops were smart enough to pin it on him, but he had to be safe by scaring you like that.  

His heart was racing not because of the terrible guilt or shame he felt. But because you came back to him. He smiled because you chose him to help you in a time of need. You didn’t call any of your bitch friends, they were part of the reason you tried breaking up with him. You called him first. And he couldn’t be happier.  

You sat wrapped in his arms for several minutes before the tears stopped.  

“Baby let me run you a bath, warm you up” You look up at Ethan and nod your head. He goes to the bathroom and runs the water nice and warm for you. He returns to you and walks over. You start to get up. “Don’t move, let me help” He scoops you up in his arms holding your body bridal style, keeping you as close to him as possible. Ethan never wanted to let you go, you feel so fragile in his arms, he knows he is the only one who can protect you now. 

You were surprised at how easily he picked you up with no effort. He carries you into your bathroom and settles you into the soapy water, it’s the perfect temp, you close your eyes as the warmth hugs you.  

Ethan grabs your washcloth and soap and slowly starts cleaning your bruised body. He didn’t get a good look till now of the red marks covering your skin, you were beautiful in his eyes, displaying the marks he gave you.  

“I promise you, we will get through this Y/N” He reassured you as he slowly ran the washcloth up and down your arm then your torso.  

“That man will never hurt you again. I won’t let a soul come between us and I won’t ever let you leave me again. I’ll always protect you baby.”  

Your heart skipped a beat at Ethan’s words, an uneasy feeling settled deep inside you. You gave Ethan a weary smile, despite your instincts pointing at something very wrong. You don’t trust it and choose to push it away, not wanting to believe the worst.  

You finish your bath, and Ethan wraps you in your towel, and carries you to your bed, planting light kisses to the top of your head.  

He picks out something for you to sleep in and puts it carefully on you, trying to be as gentle as possible. You get under the covers and make room for Ethan.  

“Ethan, can you spend the night?” His eyes light up at your request.  

“Of course, I wouldn’t think of leaving you” Ethan takes off his jeans and shirt and settles in the bed with you and wraps his arms around you.  

“I’ll never leave you alone again baby, you’re safe with me...always safe with me” Ethan says believing his own lies and so do you. Ethan hugs you tighter as you silently cry into the arms of the man who held you down only hours before. But you will never know that. If one thing is for certain, Ethan would make sure of that. 

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[chishiyaisasnack]

Dare, part 4

Part 3 Part 5

It’s back! This has taken me forever to write but I’m finally done. It’s based on the ask that requested me to write a sub!Chishiya thing. I have posted another one that I wrote based on that ask, but I’m still not happy with that one. Here is the one that I am happy with.

I’ve both written and posted this on mobile so I apologize for any formatting errors.

Disclaimer! This is pure smut, nsfw as heck, so don’t read it if you aren’t of age or if you are uncomfortable with that topic. No other warnings, it’s pretty wholesome over all. It is also pure fiction. Jizz doesn’t just go poof when it’s inside someone, like it does in this series lol. Use condom and always ask for consent irl.

I hope you like it!

You had not had the best day. It was an awful, annoying and infuriating day actually. Meetings that led to nowhere, parties that were way too loud, even someone that had grabbed your ass when you walked by. And then the militants coming after you as you punched that guy straight in the face and threatened to cut off his dick and feed it to him. You didn’t know he was a militant, and if you had known you probably would’ve punched him again. All you knew was that he was an asshole. So was Niragi when he thought he finally had a chance to punish you and decided to drag you into a secluded area, but thankfully Aguni walked by and put a stop to all of it. You did manage to knee Niragi in the crotch though, so that felt pretty good.

You couldn’t shake that frustrating feeling that was bubbling inside you, even hours after you got back to your room. You had tried to meditate but the music and loud noise outside were too distracting. You tried reading but after reading the same page ten times you gave up on that too. You needed something to relax you, something fun to get your mind off everything that was annoying you at that moment. You needed someone to get your mind off everything. And you knew exactly who to find.

You found yourself wandering the Beach, looking for something, or rather someone, to take your frustration out on, but with no luck. It wasn’t until you were on your way back to your room, navigating through the long corridors of the hotel, that you spotted your target leaning against a wall with his hands in his pockets while looking very unamused about having to listen to Kuina talk about whatever it was she was telling him. Good.

You picked up the pace to get to him quicker, and when he finally noticed you he raised an eyebrow and prepared to say something to piss you off even more. You didn’t let him.

”I’m going to borrow him for a minute” you told Kuina know before she, or Chishiya, could say anything. Then you grabbed a hold on Chishiyas arm and pulled him with you.

”What are you doing?” he asked as you turned around a corner, him stumbling after you while trying to keep up with your pace.

”Fucking you.” Your answer was so blunt that you could practically hear the shock mixed with amusement on his face.

As soon as you had reached your room and unlocked the door you forced Chishiya inside before you, following him with quick steps before pushing him up against the closest wall.

”I’m having a shit day” you started explaining while you yanked down the zipper of his hoodie. ”And you’re going to make it better.”

”And how am I going to do that?” he answered with a smirk as you started to peel the hoodie off him. He didn’t help at all, just stood there watching you work on getting his arms out. Ugh, why did his hands have to be so big?

”I guess we’ll have to find out.” you mumbled. When the hoodie hit the floor you didn’t wait and shoved one hand down his shorts, putting it over the already growing bulge in his boxers. Chishiya raised an eyebrow as a response but he didn’t seem to hot and bothered yet, even with your hand palming his cock. Annoying. You wanted a different reaction from him. You wanted to see him desperate. So, naturally, your next move was sinking down until you were sitting on your knees, taking his shorts and boxers with you until they were joining the hoodie on the floor.

”In a hurry?” Chichiya asked, amused that you seemed to be throwing yourself at him. He reached down and pulled a strand of hair away from your face before letting you get back to whatever you were doing.

”Shut up.” You didn’t give him a chance to react before taking his length in one hand, stroking it with a firm grip, starting at the base and working your way up in quick motions. Chishiya wasn’t prepared for your starting pace and had a hard time keeping his face obnoxious while your hand worked around him, although his breath starting to come out just a little faster.

You didn’t stop until he was nice and hard. Then you leaned forward, opened your mouth, and slid his cock in as far as you could take him. Chishiyas breath hitched at the sensation, involuntarily bucking his hips towards your face to get more of the warmth of your mouth, but you were ready for it and backed off until he was out of your mouth again.

”Don’t move or I’ll stop.” Your voice were suprisingly stern, even to you. But you liked it, especially the way he responded by tensing his abs and clenching his fists.

Approving of his actions you gave the tip a kiss before taking him in your mouth again. You didn’t waste any time and started moving your head back and forth in long strokes, from the tip until he hit the back of your mouth, and then back again. Your tounge worked around him, and when you finally sucked on your way back his hips followed you, not wanting the feeling to end. Irrationally irritated that he couldn’t follow a simple request, you pulled off him, leaving his cock hard and wet as you looked up at his flushed face with annoyance covering your face.

”I told you not to move.” you scolded him, gripping the base of his cock hard, enough to make him a bit uncomfortable but not enough to hurt him. He was visibly confused at how you were acting, like he was trying to figure out if you had gone nuts or if you were trying something new.

”Put your hands on the wall behind you.” you ordered. An order, not something you thought you’d say but it felt good to say it. It felt even better when Chishiya slowly moved his hands back and placed them on the wall behind him, seemingly bothered by being bossed around but also intrigued by what you were doing. And probably choosing the option of you sucking his dick over being a nuisance, at least for now.

”If any of your hands come off the wall I’ll stop again and this time I won’t go easy on you.” you warned him. He was turned on by this, you could see it all over his face, but you doubted that he would give you an easy time.

”Anything else, boss?” Chishiya answered with a smug look, just as you expected. Brat. He couldn’t help himself, when given the opportunity to talk back he had to do it. You didn’t accept it. Not this time. This time you were pissed off and horny and that brat wasn’t going to have his way.

”You really want to make life difficult for yourself, don’t you?” you asked him while you started to stroke him again.

”Says the one sitting on her knees.” he shot back, voice cracking from the way you gripped him tighter.

”You have no idea what I’m going to do with you.” With saying that, you swallowed him down, sliding his cock over your tounge and sucking nice and deep as you bobbed your head up and down. Your hand stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth and it moved smoothly over him, his cock wet and messy under your touch. Chishiyas breath was getting faster by the second and it didn’t take long until he was getting close to the edge. Without thinking about it he reached down and ran his fingers through your hair. You pulled off him right away.

”You still can’t follow a simple rule, huh?” you muttered and wiped your mouth with your thumb. To his disappoinent you rose to your feet and grabbed his wrists, pushing them back onto the wall.

”I thought you were smart. I guess I have to make it easier for you to understand.”

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One good thing that came with having a bigger room than Chishiya was that it came with a desk, and a regular chair. That chair worked great for your next idea. It only took seconds for you to drag him with you, pull out the chair to the middle of the room and push him down on it. He was looking so confused as he watched you walk around him and grab the backpack he had left in your room after your first adventure with the dildo.

”What are you doing?” He asked, brows furrowed and cheeks still painted red from almost coming.

”Since you can’t listen I have to take matters into my own hands.” you explained while you found what you were looking for. A red satin rope was bundled up in your hand, soft but still too strong for someone to break out of. Chishiya must have gotten it to use it on you. Your idea was much better. ”Sit properly and move your hands around the back of the chair.”

”What?” He knew what you were going to do but he wasn’t going down without a fight.

”You can’t stop yourself from touching me, so I’m just helping you with that.” Moving over to the back of the chair and crouching down, you took one of his hands in yours. You started to loop the rope around one of his wrists, tight but not tight enough to hurt him.

”Y/n, is this really neccessary?” He wiggled his fingers in another attempt at a protest, but you didn’t care.

”Yes it is. Now, give me your other hand.”

He slowly moved his second hand back and you swiftly tied both of them together, ended it with a knot and gave it a tug.

”Does it hurt or feel uncomfortable?” you asked him while tracing a finger right above of where the rope sat on his wrists. It looked pretty.

”It’s fine.” he muttered, still not completely accepting his fate.

”Okay, good.” When you stood back up your couldn’t help but to stop for a second and look at the scene in front of you. Chishiya naked on a chair with his hands tied and completely under your control. Shoulders rising and falling, littered with small dots and birthmarks, his hair cascading over them, like a beutiful grey waterfall. You reached out and ran your fingers through it, and that made him look back at you with a face of someone who had given up on messing around and was ready to follow you, or at least pretend to. Eyes dark and pleading for you to touch him again, mouth slightly open and breaths falling out of it in a steady pace. How was he so stunning?

”I have some rules and I need you to listen to them.” You started making your way back around him until you were standing in front of him, looking him straight in the eyes.

”First, you can’t touch me.”

”And how would I be able to do that?” he huffed and moved his hands in a futile attempt to remind you about the rope. It only made you smile to yourself.

”Since you seem to think that I’m dumb I’m going to explain it to you. If the rope comes off your wrists, either if it unties itself or if you find a way to get out of it, everything will stop until you let me know that it came off and nicely ask me to tie your hands back together again. Also, your mouth stays off me unless I say otherwise.”

He answered by sighing. You raised an eyebrow before continuing, smiling condecendingly.

”Two, do as I ask and you will be rewarded. If you don’t then you’ll be punished. I won’t do anything that hurts because I’m not into that, but I still have plenty of ways to make you suffer.”

Chishiya was still trying to grasp what was happening, that you were in control here and that if he wanted to come he would have to do what you said. You could tell that he wasn’t too pleased by it, but he didn’t say anything and kept listening to you.

”Three, and the most important part - if you ever feel that you want to get your hands free, or if you want to stop, I need you to tell me the safeword. No matter what the reason behind it is. We will stop everything until you are comfortable again, or stop completely. Can you do that for me?” You looked softly at him as you explained, making sure that he was listening and fully understanding what you were saying. You needed him to know that you didn’t want to do anything to hurt him or anything to make him uncomfortable. You had chosen a safe word, ’umbrella’, in one of your earliest encounters and you had both talked about how important it was for the both of you to speak up if you wanted to stop. That trust made all of this so much better.

”Yes.” The look in his eyes, mixed by the calm way he answered, made you sure that he listened and understood.

”Thank you.” You turned your attention back to his midsection, his cock still red, hard and now neglected, waiting to be touched again. When you looked into his eyes they were sparkling back to life, especially when he saw you pulling your top off in one swift motion. You made sure to stretch, to make a scene out of it so that he wanted to touch you even more. The look on his face showed you that it was working.

Using only the tips of your fingers you stroked the skin from your hips, up over your waist, chest, and finally the skin between your breasts, who were only covered by the lacy bra you had on. Chishiya was entranced by how you moved, how your fingers hooked around one of the straps and pulled it down over your shoulder, just to be followed by the next strap.

”Don’t you wish that you listened to me before?” You spoke softly, the tension in the air covering most of your words.

”You could have been the one to do this. You could have taken my clothes off. Kissed me. Touched me.” You moved your hands down to your waist again.

”Your lips would feel so good on me, Chishiya.”

A look of disappointment flashed across his face, but quickly went back to the neutral look he always had on when he didn’t want to show you what he truly felt. It wasn’t that hard to figure out what he wanted, after all his eyes were glued to your hands, his tounge wetting his lips as you moved on to slowly, teasingly, pull down the short skirt that you were allowed to wear, leaving you in only your bra and panties now. It had been a struggle to get to wear actual clothes at the Beach but the executives gave up on trying to make you go in only a bikini and settled the debate by letting you wear whatever you wanted as long as you didn’t keep a gun under there. It wasn’t like you could hide a weapon under there anyway, it would show right through the clothes. Chishiya had been extra positive about you wearing what you wanted, only so he could be suprised with what was underneath. Pervert.

You bent down, placing your hands on Chishiyas knees and your face in front of his, almost close enough to kiss him, but far enough away to back off when he tried to catch your lips with his. A small push from your hands made him part his legs for you and you stepped right between them.

”You look good like this, you know.” You absentmindly praised him while you lowered yourself onto the floor, keeping eye contact, never loosing the tension you’ve built.

When you sat down on your knees you placed a kiss on one of his, and softly dragged your fingers over his other and up onto his thigh. He was shivering under your touch, his soft skin turning into goosebumps wherever your fingers went. You stopped just before you reached his cock, twitching in anticipation.

”It looks uncomfortable. Let me help you with that.”

Chishiyas face lit up, probably expecting you to touch him, but it died down again when he saw the smirk that was back on your face. Leaning in, you got so close that you could feel the warmth radiating of his length, watching the precum dripping down onto his stomach. Then you opened your mouth as if you were to take his cock into it, only to change direction in the last second and blow a stream of cold air onto it instead. Chishiyas whole body shuddered and a barely audible whine left his lips as he desperately tried to push his hips towards your face.

”Hmm… needy, aren’t we?” This time you ran a finger down his torso, from his chest down to below his belly button, right where the head of his cock were leaning. Lifting your eyes up to his, you leaned your head to your side, licking your lips.

”I haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.”

You stood back up on your feet, gently scraping your nails on his legs as you did, only to let your hands land on the waistline of your underwear.

”Do you want me to take these off?” you asked him, dragging a finger along the seam, dipping it inside just to take it back out again.

”Fuck... yes.” It was probably a good thing that he was tied down because he looked like he wanted to eat you alive. The dark desire in his eyes were captivating, almost luring you in, almost making you forget what you were doing. Every fiber in your body wanted to set him free.

”Want to take them off me?” you whispered seductively, walking one step closer to him, pulling at the waistline to show him just a little more skin. A huff left his mouth and he tried pulling his arms forward, to no avail.

”Just let me out so I can touch you.” he tried demanding, but was shut down right away by you pulling your panties down your legs until they landed on the floor.

Pushing one leg between his you seperated his legs again and sat down on one of his thighs, your legs on either side of it, but careful not to touch him anywhere else. The bra was the next item to fall to the floor, and you made a show of it by throwing it over his shoulder first, just to watch it slide down and land behind him. Once again he tried leaning in, tried to put his mouth on your now bare chest, and once again you were just far enough away for him to fail. Despair was building on his face but he still wasn’t begging, or even asking, and you were damned to change that. So you kept going.

”I can’t believe how wet you got me already, Chishiya.” You started to grind on his thigh with slow rolls of your hips, making sure that he could feel everything, that he knew what he was missing out on. One of your hands cupped your breast, fondled it, played with your nipple, giving him a enticing show of your own pleasure. The other hand held on to his shoulder to keep you steady while you continued to use his leg.

”It could have been you, you know. Your cock instead of your thigh. Your mouth instead of my fingers.”

”I can do that. I can touch you.” He was so close to begging now, you could hear it on his voice. It was hoarse and clouded with need.

”Can you?” you asked sweetly, teasingly running your thumb along his collarbone. ”Can you make me feel good?”

”I can make you feel so good.” he stated with a low voice, dark and captivating. ”Fuck, I’ll make you cum until you can’t stand, eat you out until I can’t breathe. Let me show you.”

You were shocked by the way he talked, and almost lost character for a second, clearing your throat to cover it up. If talking dirty was what he was going to use against you, you would do it better. Leaning in, you placed your mouth right against his ear.

”Can you make your cum drip out of me after you fuck my brains out? Not stop until you filled me up? Can you give me every drop you have, Chishiya?”

The groan coming out of his mouth was out of this world. It sounded painful, low and rumbling, so fucking good that it made you whine in response. Fuck, his voice would kill you before you would be able to break him. Just a groan and it went straight to your core, fanning the flames that were alreade there, making you want to devour him.

You moved your head back and placed your forehead on his, mouth so close that you could taste his breath.

”Fuck, keep making that noise for me. You sound so good. So fucking good.” Well, if he hadn’t realized that you had a thing for his voice, he sure knew now. You kept your face against his as you rode his thigh harder, pushing your clit down onto it, helping your orgasm arrive faster. You were so turned on, so needy, and so ready for that coil in your belly to snap. The hand on your breast left to grab the hair on the back of his head, forcing him to stay close to you. Then, snapping you back to reality, you noticed that he was pushing his thigh against you, trying his best to help you come. Damn it, why couldn’t he just listen?

With a sigh you stopped grinding against him and rose to your feet, making sure to show how disappointed you were. You had to hold back a laugh when you saw the face he was making, so confused yet so irritated that you had just stopped.

”I told you not to touch me. Did you think I couldn’t feel your leg pressing into me? What am I going to do with you…” He needed a taste of his own medicin, that’s what you were going to do. You quickly disappear behind the chair again, out of his sight, and dove into the backpack again. This time you fished up a small vibrator, the shape of a lipstick case. It was small, but it had been very nice last night when you tried it out for yourself.

”What are you doing?” Chishiya had his head turned towards you but he couldn’t see that far back, only hear the toys shuffling around.

”You didn’t get a toy for yourself when you were out shopping.” you mentioned as you stood back up and made your way back to him, ignoring his question. ”That’s a shame. A fleshlight would be fun.”

He grunted, like your idea of him using a toy on himself was offending him.

For a second you considered going back to his lap but you changed your mind and placed yourself behind him, leaning your chin against his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him. The effect of your constant teasing was showing, beads of sweat covering his skin, chest moving rapidly, cock weeping precum.

”I tried this out last night” you continued, holding up the small vibrator in front of him, then placed it flat on his chest, before turning it on to the lowest setting out of three. The toy buzzed to life, which made Chishiya jump under you. He was so tense. Good.

”I came three times, and all I could think about was your mouth doing it to me instead.” He swallowed hard and you answered by kissing along his neck and simultaniously moving the vibrator further down his stomach. You could feel his body move under it, the vibrations feeling better for him the lower you got.

Right when the vibrator was about to touch the wet head of his cock you changed course and moved it along side it, down to his hip, trailing it over his inner thigh. Finally, you placed it on the bottom of his cock, right above the balls, and Chishiya let out a low groan.

”Fuck…”

Then you started to use the vibrator to slowly stroke his cock, from the base up to right below where the head started, and back down again, almost like you would do with your fingers. His hips rose out of the seat, overwhelmed by the sensation, but you didn’t stop. You kept stroking, slow and gentle, up and down.

”Y/n… shit, it’s too much” he managed to breathe out, but you could feel how he pressed harder against the vibrator as he got used to the feeling. His cock surely seemed to enjoy it, dripping like no tomorrow.

Besides, he didn’t say the safe word or tell you to stop.

”You’ve been wanting me to touch you all this time, and now you changed your mind?”

”Ugh… not like this.” His voice was cracking, quiet moans filling up the space between the words.

”Then how do you want me to touch you?” you whispered right into his ear.

”Do you want me to stroke you? Use my hand until you cum all over my chest?” You trailed your free fingers down over his collar bone, marking out the space you’d let him paint on you.

”Or do you want me to use my mouth again? I know how much you like that. Maybe I’ll make you cum in it too. I’ll show you every drop before I swallow it.”

Even though he had told you before that he didn’t want to cum in your mouth, that it was kinda gross to him, the groan coming out of his mouth told you that it had been a lie.

”I bet you want me to sink down over you, take your cock in as far as I can. I’m so wet that it would slide right in. Hmm, do you want that Chishiya?”

Then you turned up the vibrations to the next setting.

Chishiya choked on an inhale before hissing out your name.

”Y/n… yes, all of it. Anything.” His words were coming out in pants. He was breaking. Finally.

”Then you have to ask nicely.” You didn’t let up, kept stroking him with the vibrator, even let it linger under the head just a little every now and then, and were delighted by the groans and twitches he gave you for it.

”Y/n…” Chishiya was close, you could tell. His cock was so hard, so red, so ready to cum. So you turned up the vibrations to the highest setting.

Chishiya didn’t groan, didn’t protest. He whined.

”Please.” High pitched and needy, the whine tore through the air, thick from the tension and need between you, and straight down to your core. You wanted nothing more than to fuck him into oblivion. You were so close to your goal, so close. Just a little more.

”Please, what? Tell me what you want Chishiya.” Please, for the love of god just tell me.

”Please fuck me.” Then he snapped.

He came, so hard that his body tried to fold over itself, cum spraying up to his shoulders, almost landing on your face. His body was twitching violently, cock pulsing with every spray, breath so heavy it sounded exhausting. He was so fucking gorgeous.

”Good boy.” you whispered while turning off the vibrator and throwing it onto the bed next to you.

”Fuck, Chishiya, you are doing so good. You look so pretty.”

You kept praising him while he calmed down, whispered comforting words in his ear as you caressed his shoulders and ran your fingers through his hair. His head was bent backwards, eyes closed and cheeks painted red as he tried to catch his breath while finally coming down from his high.

Moving slowly, you walked around him and sat down on his lap again, not grinding this time. His eyes opened slightly to look at you but too tired to lift his face back up. Instead of doing anything about your own, by now throbbing center, you just leaned forward and placed light kisses all over him. His shoulders, his chest, his neck, everywhere you could reach. Fingers tangled in his hair, longing to pull on it while fucking him in this position. Then you smirked, making sure that he noticed it, then chuckled as realization hit him. You weren’t done yet.

”I haven’t come yet.” you whispered against his skin.

You worked fast, before he got soft. Taking his cock in your hand, you moved to hover over him, then sunk down inch by inch, the growl coming from him fueling you on even more. Finally having him inside you felt so good, and you showed it by clenching around him when he was fully inside you, his legs twitching from overstimulation.

”Think you can give me one more, Chishiya?” you asked, gently rolling your hips, listening to the way he hissed when you dragged his length inside you. Every slow grind from you gave you a new sound from him. His shoulders were trembling, chest heaving and eyes shut tight as he tried to get through the intense pleasure that your wet walls were giving him.

”I… ah, I’ll give you anything you want.”

Hearing him talk like that sent shivers down your spine. It didn’t matter if he was faking it to get what he want, or if he truly were that desperate, the words of the mewling man under you made your heart skip a beat.

”Does it feel good?” you asked him, watching him swallow hard. You wanted an answer so while still rolling your hips on him you grabbed a handful of his hair on the back of his head just to bring his face back up to look at you. His eyes were hazy, clouded with desire, mouth open and beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

”Yes.. oh fuck, yes” he groaned back at you, trying to buck his hips up to get further into you as you kept riding him painstakingly slow. As soon as you realized that he was moving again, you stopped your motions and leaned in, putting your mouth right next to his ear.

”Chishiya…” you whispered, his pants almost drowning out the sound.

”I told you not to move. Do you really want to push it again?”

”No, I’m sorry.” he whimpered, sounding even more broken than before. ”I’m sorry, please just…”

”Mhmm… you feel so nice inside me. If only you would listen to me, I’d be coming around you already.” You ground your hips down on him once, making him inhale sharply.

”I’m going to move again, and this time I won’t stop until I’m satisfied. I won’t stop even if you cum. I’ll keep you hard for as long as I need you.”

You started your slow ride once more, moving your hips up and then back down again, dragging him inside you just the way you wanted him. He was shaking under your hands, that were placed on his shoulders for leverage. The ropes were still holding him down through his continuous efforts to touch you.

With your forehead against his, you closed your eyes and let the feeling of him fill up all your senses. His breath against your mouth, shoulders under your fingertips, warm skin pressing into yours as you molded yourself after him. It was sweaty, wet and messy, and completely intoxicating. His moans filled your ears as they mixed with your own. They were so soft, so desperate, so not like him that if you didn’t know any better you couldn’t have believed that it was him under you.

”Y/n… I can’t… I’m close” Chishiya whimpered as you kept getting tighter around him. You were close too, he just needed to hold on a little longer.

”Yes you can, I know you can. Wait for me.” You moved a hand to his hair, grabbing it, keeping his face even closer to yours as you sped up your movements. And then you kissed him, hard.

For the second time tonight you heard a cry and felt Chishiyas body twitch against you as he came. His lips left yours in a hurry to breathe but you catched them just as fast, only leaving them so he could gasp for air every few seconds. You kept moving your hips, kept fucking him even though he was shaking from the stimulation.

”Just a little more” you whispered against his lips when you let him breathe the next time, screwing your eyes shut and concentrated on the feeling of his cock hitting the exact spot you needed it to. His moans were so pretty, so needy, and they went straight to your core, setting you on fire. That fire tore through you, building up in your fingertips, making it’s was down to your toes. All you needed was…

”Please come for me y/n”

Chishiyas strained cry was all it took. You came with his name falling out of your mouth, waves of pleasure rolling through you as you rode out your high. Chishiya was hissing in the background, his cock so sensitive that his whole body tried to move away from you, but he was still holding on. He let you ride out the last of it, let you use him until you were completely spent, and then he sank down in the chair from exhaustion. You put your head on his shoulder while you both calmed down. It wasn’t until you could feel him getting soft inside you that you moved, wincing as he slid out of you, not enjoying the empty feeling it left behind.

”Are you okay?” you whispered softly into the warm skin of where his neck and shoulder met.

”Mhmm.” was all you got as an answer, but since he didn’t say no you took it as a yes.

”Can you untie me now?”

”Yes, sorry.” With the strength you had left in you, you stood up and wobbled over to the back of his chair, just to sit back down and graze the red rope tied around him.

”How are your arms?” You started to untie the knot that was suprisingly still holding on strong. The rope revealed rosy marks on his wrists as it left more and more skin to be seen. It looked lovely, flushed against his pale skin.

”They’re fine.” He sounded tired, but honest.

”Good.” You placed a kiss on one of his wrist before letting him go.

”So you think that I’m pretty?” Chishiyas words made you cough, caught completely off guard.

”Huh..?” What was he talking about? When did you say that?

”You told me that I was pretty.”

You looked up and saw him smirk down at you as you were sitting on the floor, unwilling and too tired to stand back up again.

”That’s what you took away from all this?” You shook your head and sighed. You were never going to hear the end of it. That’s why you never told him that before. Why couldn’t you keep your horny mouth shut?

Chishiya moved his head back and leaned it backwards to rest, his hair falling over his shoulders.

”Now I know why you keep staring at me.”

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[buckysdolls]

One Night

Damian Priest One Shot

TW: Swearing, mentions of the female anatomy (lol)

Summary: Six months on from a stale and toxic relationship Y/N is living her best life. One night and one person in particular takes Y/N by surprise.

AN: Thanks to @thealliasylum for giving me to prompt: “I’ve tried to forgive you… I really have. But I’ll never forgive you for what you did. I hate you!” It was much appreciated!

It was your favourite day of the week, the day where all you had to do was chill out, go to the gym, grab coffee and catch up on all the binge worthy tv programmes. You, Rhea, Bianca and Liv planned to spend the day together doing all those things you enjoyed doing on your rare day off. 

“What number does that take him up too?” Bianca wiggled her eyebrows at you curiously after looking over your shoulder at your phone as you stood at the counter waiting for your coffee. 

“Too many…” Your response was abrupt, not in a harsh way to Bianca more in annoyance at your ex, Waller who had rang you for the fifth time today and it was only 10am. You smiled politely at the barista who handed you your coffee before thanking her and walking over to the table where Rhea and Liv were sitting. Liv noticed the annoyed expression on your face as you sat down, it was like she could sense your whole body had tensed up.

“Waller?”

“How did you know?” You sighed heavily

“We’ve become accustomed to the “Grayson Waller look” on your face” Liv used inverted commas as she spoke.

“How long has it been now?” Rhea asked in a tone of voice that suggested it was probably time for Waller to move on.

“Six months… six.. long… months. Six months of me not actually giving a shit anymore.” You breathed deeply in an attempt to remain calm. 

You wouldn't say Waller was the love of your life, he just happened to be the one you spent two years on and off with and this time after finding out about his affair with Tiffany you were finally cutting all ties. Except he wasn’t ready to cut ties. In the six months you’d spent apart everyone always wanted to point out to you how much happier you seemed having dropped him, and they were right, you were happier. You thought usually after ending it with someone you were meant to feel all depressed and shit but you felt free and like a whole weight had been lifted from your shoulders. You’d been able to do so much you weren’t able to do with Waller, like wrestle with other males on the roster, purely to improve. He had hated you practising with the likes of Gable and Ziggler, technically sound wrestlers who could easily help you progress, instead you had to train with him or females. You were able to annoy the girls by talking about how much you fancied Priest, how much you wanted him to fuck you and how the gruff in his deep voice made you heart flutter like a billion buzzing butterflies. Although the girls didn't find it annoying, they found it bearable… but happily bearable because they were happy to see you happy. They were overjoyed to see you so full of life, it was refreshing to see you act that way compared to the miserable and downright depressing fake act of making yourself appear happy. 

“Get in my story please” You ushered the girls with a wave of your hand to move into the frame of your camera, the four of you smiled, throwing up peace signs. Just as you took a second photo his name popped up, ringing you again. You heard the mumbles and saw the eyerolls from the girls

“I’m just going to step outside, won't be long” You pushed your chair back ready to stand up and answer the call.

“You're really going to answer?” Liv asked.

“If I don’t he won't stop, and then I won't have an enjoyable day.” You smiled sarcastically.

“Fairs” Was all you heard Liv say before walking outside the coffee shop and standing on the street.

“What?”

“ Oh, good morning Grayson, How are you? I’m fine thanks Y/N. How are you?” Waller responded to your ‘what’ in his usually dickish attitude.

“Go fuck yourself.” You simply replied, if only he could see the smile on your face when you said it to realise how much of a shit you did not give.

“Charming as always. Look we need to talk about things”

“What the hell would I want to talk about with you?” Your attention was swiftly captured by the bellows of familiar laughter making its way down the street towards you, it was Priest, Ford, Balor and Ziggler. Priest instantly saw you and bestowed upon you his undeniably beautiful goofy smile and though you wanted to smile... you couldn't. With no response from you he could only sense the tension you were omitting which he did not like. Each one of the guys gave you a high five as they entered the coffee shop except Priest who stood outside with you, slinging an arm over your shoulder, he brought you into him which you obliged by giving him a hug. He didn’t want to be too forward with you like he usually would be with someone who he’s waited around for because he knew that you’d just gotten out of rocky waters with Waller and he didn’t want to mess up any changes that he had with you. For him... he finally thought he’d found who he was meant to be with, around you he could be goofy which you would entertain by laughing. He could be sarcastic, which you would give back to him ten times worse. You were perfect to him, that’s why it was essential to play his cards right.

“Who is it?” he mouthed down to you, causing you to widen your eyes and mouth “Waller.” You felt his chest rise heavily as if he himself was frustrated with Waller, which he was. 

“Want me to speak to him?” Priest this time didn’t mouth, he spoke clear as day as if he wanted Waller to hear his voice. He stood there, hand out willing to accept the phone. You quickly and thankfully smiled but shook your head to decline. 

“Is that Priest?” Waller asked you as if challenging your decision on who you hung out with.

“Okay Waller, goodb-”

“No wait! You have to forgive me!” Waller interrupted you.

““I’ve tried to forgive you… I really have. But I’ll never forgive you for what you did. Waller, I pretty much hate you!” Hanging up on him, you looked up at Priest who was nodding his head as if to praise you.

“Strong finish” He praised you, doing the ‘okay’ emoji with his hands. 

The evening had rolled around quickly, and it was decided that some of the guys as well as the gals would chill at your apartment so you could all head down to the performance centre to train together tomorrow. That night had been filled with a delicious group dinner cooked by Bianca and Ford and an instagram live… which had a lot of fans questioning your’s and Priest chemistry. Whenever it came up you always blew it off by just saying how good friends you and Priest were, usually just calling him yout bodyguard. He would fold his arms and puff out his chest in front of you generating laughs from everyone showing he was happy to play along with your excuse for the obvious chemistry. The night was finished by watching a movie, Priest obviously sat next to you and you were happy to rest your head on his shoulder whilst watching the film, as his hand settled on your thigh. 

In dribs and drabs people headed off for the night leaving a sleeping you who had slid all the way down that your head was now resting on Damian’s chest with one leg slung over him. You began to fall asleep the moment he started lightly brushing his fingers up and down your arm, it was instantly soothing and calming. He was comfortable in letting you sleep on him and soaked in the pleasure it gave him to hug you whilst you slept. Damian and Finn were the sole survivors of finishing the film and once Balor had stood up Priest asked him to pass him a blanket to which Balor rolled one up into a ball launching it at him. 

“Cheers bro, sleep easy yeah?” Priest laid the blanket out on you which stirred you, lifting your leg up higher on him. It took every inch of Priest’s inner rockstar lifestyle to not explore your body with his hands as you pressed up against him, something you would happily let the man do to you all day, every day. You knew exactly what you were doing the moment you closed your eyes and the first time you put your leg over him. Each movement you made you put more pressure behind it pushing up against Damian so he could feel your breasts against him. He wanted it so badly but he wanted to do this the right way, not bang first then work on it. He wanted you to know you were worth every date, every compliment, every touch he gave you.

“Will do my friend, I'm sure you will too.” Balor smirked, gesturing his head to you, unbeknownst to them that you were wide awake underneath your shut eyes.

“Very funny” Priest sniggered, giving Balor the middle finger as banter.

“What! I’m serious! Enjoy having Y/N stretched out all over you yeah.” Balor emphasised the latter part of his sentence by elongating words.

“I am enjoying it. Doesn’t mean I have to do anything about it right now. She’s peaceful and as tempting as she is, I'm trying to do this the right way man.”

This conversation was about to get too Juicy for you to tell them you were awake...

Balor walked past Priest on the sofa and squeezed his shoulder as an act of reassurance which Priest gently tapped as a gesture of gratitude. Balor stopped by the sink to grab a glass of water before speaking up again.

“She’s a good gal and after everything... you two deserve each other. You look good together” Balor chugged on his water.

“Man, I’m fucking crazy for her. I just can’t rush it with her after Waller.”

The heat rose to your cheeks when you heard his words. You felt awful for being sneaky and listening to their conversation whilst sleeping but it just confirmed everything you wanted to know. 

“You’re doing the right thing. Stick with it.”

“I will do, night bro” Balor waved his hand from his forehead as if to salute goodbye. Priest himself adjusted his position so he was now laid flat on the sofa with both his arms wrapped around you and you were cuddled into him so both of you could squeeze onto the sofa. Closing his eyes, he gingerly pressed his lips onto your forehead.

“Crazy about me huh?” You spoke up faintly, biting your lip nervously wondering did you just do the right thing by speaking up? Priest swore he could feel the sweat pulsating in his pores, ready to break free as he heard those words leave your lips. Priest debated what to say, but the longer he thought about it the longer he was leaving your words hanging.

“How much of that conversation did you hear?”

“All of it.” You exhaled anxiously due to the really long previous silence. You were still wrapped up in Priest’s arms so your choice to speak up couldn't have been too bad right?

“Well fuck me” Priest whispered into you ear.

“I’d love to…” You whispered back to Priest into his ear, a small smug smile creeping onto your lips

“Not in that way” Priest laughed at your comment.

“I know, I’m just teasing.” Priest released one of his arms from you so he could shuffle himself to meet your eye level, you put your leg back over him as his free hand glided up the curves of your side then your chest until it finally settled on your cheek, his fingertips intertwined in the strands of your hair.

“It’s not polite to tease you know” you watched his lips move as he spoke, he had you hanging on to his every word as his husky voice had you internally moaning. You noticed his eyes had settled upon your lips as your gently ran your bottom lip though your teeth. A deep breath from him had you trying to push yourself up against him even more.

“No its not… but it is fun” Your smile grew bigger as did his. 

“I need to do this the right way…” Priest voice was still quiet.

“I appreciate it” You also spoke quietly and calmly. 

“So yeah, I’m crazy about you. And if I could take you on this sofa right here and now I fucking would, but I respect you way too much and I genuinely think you are it for me. I can’t fuck it up.”

“Thank you.” You placed your lips on Priest’s, instigating a kiss. A kiss that made you feel so cliche for thinking it but it felt like not just fireworks but cannons and bombs exploding.

That night was the happiest night of your life in the past two years.  

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[hentyehottie]

a/n: first work on this platform & looking for moots who also love black reader inserts

pairing: K. Bakugo x Chubby Black!Fem reader

w/c: 2.7k

c/w: 18+ MDNI'

language, oral sex (cunnilingus, rimming) f!receiving, roommates, college au, fingering, katsuki eavesdrops, or maybe you're just being loud lol, katsuki bends you like a pipe cleaner 😭

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You were beyond annoyed right now. Not only was traffic fucking terrible, you had bombed your chemistry midterm and it made you feel like shit. Now you were hoping to go in your room and rub your clit until you forgot about it. You were sure you weren’t going to say anything about it to Katsuki.

You could see it now. He’d shake his head in disappointment, another reason for him to call you a bimbo and dumb. He was always on your ass enough as it is, you didn’t want him going extra hard on you, especially after you had failed a test that was so important to your major.

“Hey.” Katsuki said as you walked into the kitchen of your shared apartment.

It was a cute apartment, a bit on the smaller side, but rent was affordable and even cheaper with a roommate. Plus, you had learned to tolerate your roommate so all was well.

He wasn’t the most respectful but he footed the big bills as long as you cooked and cleaned well enough. He even helped you with homework occasionally and you did the same when he rarely needed it. You even helped each other de-stress when it was absolutely necessary. It almost felt safe enough to call you and Bakugo friends.

“Hey Bakugo.” He was in the kitchen, making himself breakfast his usual routine after his early online lecture.

“How was your test?” He asked, spreading jelly over his toast, spooning his scrambled eggs onto one slice and sprinkling bacon bits on it before sandwiching both pieces of toast together.

“It was alright. Some things I knew, some I didn’t.” He listened to you as he began eating, starting with the pieces of egg that crumbled out of his sandwich and onto the plate.

“Fair enough, that tiny brain of yours is filled with gumdrops and lollipops anyway. How do you think you did?”

“Im not sure. Don’t kick me while I’m down.” Your tone was playful, or at least you hoped it was, and you hoped to leave the conversation at that.

“Listen, if you failed just do better on the next one. All you’re pouting is putting me in a shitty mood.”

It was hard for you not to be in a shitty mood. Bakugo had spent hours tutoring you, helping you study and cram for this stupid test and you still bombed it.

“I’m sorry. Can I have a bite, please?”

He rolled his eyes, holding up his sandwich, feeling generous enough to let you take the first bite. “Thanks Bakubro.” You answered playfully, draping yourself on his shoulders.

“God, don’t tell me you’re gonna start that shit like the rest of those goddamn extras.”

“Those extra’s,” You referred to Eijirou, Denki, Sero and Mina. “Are your friends. Don’t be mean.”

You walked over to get a napkin to wipe your mouth, passing one to Katsuki as well. When you were done you threw it in the nearly-full trash can.

“Can you take the trash out later, please.” “Yeah, grab me a Gatorade." You grabbed a bottle of water for yourself and a Gatorade for him, passing him the beverage before sitting across from him at the island. “Thanks.”

“Why are you watching porn in the kitchen, weirdo.” You peeked at his screen again to make sure you weren’t tripping. He had his AirPods in so you couldn’t hear exactly what was going on but sure enough, he was watching some dude in a dorm eating a girl out.

“I’m not watching porn dumbass, I opened Twitter and this shit was plastered on my screen.” Katsuki wasn’t pathetic enough to deliberately disrespect your common area like that, but that shitty haired, shark toothed loser just happened to send this video along with the message ‘You and —.’

When they’d found out he’d become roommates with a woman the idiots wouldn’t shut up about it and Bakugo found it really fucking annoying.

“I believe you,” You laughed. ”it’d be absolutely absurd to think the almighty Dynamight watched porn.”

He wanted to tell you that he didn’t have to. Hearing your moans and whimpers on the other side of the thin wall separating both of your bedrooms was usually enough to get him off.

He was a very visual person, and he couldn’t help but try to imagine what you were doing. Maybe fucking yourself with those stubby little fingers or rubbing your clit until you came. You were probably even hiding a dildo he didn’t know about.

“Kats don’t forget to take the trash out, I threw some egg salad away earlier and I don’t want it to start smelling. I’m gonna take a nap.”

Bakugo stood from the stool at the island.

“Stop bossing me around ya damn loser.” He said, watching your ass as you walked out of the kitchen. Katsuki began to gather the trash lying around in the kitchen and placed it into the trash can before tying up the bag and sitting it by the door. He had to work at seven so he’d just take it on his way out.

He washed his hands and grabbed a bottle of water before heading out of the kitchen. On the way to his room, right before he could open his door, he heard something that made his hand halt just as it reached the knob.

“Katsuki.” He knew unmistakably that those were your moans. He pressed his ear to the door, trying to hear more clearly. “Mmm f-fuck.”

He tried his best to carefully open the door, however the creak of hinge made you jump up. The cover slid down slightly, exposing a peek of your breasts before you pulled it right back up.

“A nap, huh?” He raised his eyebrow.

You tried your best to utter a reply but you were currently unable to form the simplest of words. You did plan on taking a nap, but after tossing and turning, you figured you’d have to put yourself to sleep.

“You gonna sit there like an idiot or go ahead and finish?” He asked noticing you were still sitting there. You could feel your orgasm fading just as fast as it built up and right now you were in the middle of a tough decision.

Either you could ignore Katsuki standing directly across from you while you masturbated to a video that the two of you made together, or you could shut the whole thing down and be dissatisfied as you contemplated dying of embarrassment.

As if he read your mind, he went on to say, “Today loser—just pretend I’m not even here, I just wanna see you cum.” He spoke, ruby eyes darkening to a deep, blood red.

“Well then maybe you could make me cum.” You seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside your heart was literally pounding in your chest. You were a completely different person during sex.

Unlike your usual sassy self, Katsuki noted that when the two of you were being intimate, you were always shy and quiet as hell. Always trying to suppress your moans and hide your face—which is exactly why he was a little taken aback. He tossed your phone over to the side, wanting your attention on himself. He looked at your phones screen and smirked to himself.

On your phone was a video of him fingering you. He knew it was him because of the distinct scars that years of fighting and training had put on him. The veins in his forearms bulging as he pumped his middle and ring fingers in and out of your wet cunt.

Bakugo could hear your soft moans emitting from the speaker of your phone, as well as his own deep, gruff voice mumbling out little nothings while he fucked you with his fingers. It was fuckin’ hot.

He recorded the video for you, since you wanted something intimate of your self to get off to. Plus it was shy little you, so this was probably the closest thing to a sex tape you’d ever make. He didn’t need any convincing, pulling his shirt off and kneeling onto your bed. He lifted your legs, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.” He told you leaning down to kiss your forehead and then your pouty lips. His hand trailed down between your thighs, rubbing soft circles around your clit through your panties. It felt good but it still wasn’t enough.

“Fuck Katsuki..I wanna cuummm.” You whined, as your cunt clenched around emptiness, you were so close to a mind shattering orgasm earlier. He wiped his fingers on a nearby towel, grabbing your phone to lock it.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up ya fuckin’ brat.”

Last time he fingered you, he licked your cum right off of his fingers, which was probably a sight that was permanently etched into the depths of your mind.

This time he wanted it straight from the source.

“I wanna eat your pussy." Katsuki said, in the most serious tone you've ever heard his voice take. It always amazed your how straightforward Katsuki was.

“But, we're friends-"

"Then let me eat your pussy, as a friend." He rolled his eyes.

Here he was, sitting beside you’d playing with your pussy while the two of you kissed. Y’all had done way too much as it is for you to be throwing the 'friend' card. “If you don't like it, we never have to bring it up again." He shrugged.

This had been something he wanted to do for a while, since you’d both started experimenting with each other sexually, but Katsuki wasn't going to beg. You paused for a little while, giving it some thought.

“And if I do like it?” “Then I’ll do it whenever you want. I’ll even let you sit on my face.”

“...Okay.” You gave him a small smile.

“You sure?” He asked, hooking his fingers around the waist band of your panties. “I’m sure. It's just gonna be weird having you down there." You stated, covering your face with a pillow.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Not like I haven't been down here before."

“Yeah, but that was so long ago and your face and tongue wasn't buried in my cooch." You reasoned, heart pounding in your chest as he slid your panties down your thighs. Spreading your legs as wide as they could go and bending them at the knee, he took a good look at your treasure, licking his lips.

“Damn, your pussy is so pretty." He said, sliding his finger between your lips.

You placed the same pillow over your face, hoping the bed would just open up and swallow you whole. You were extremely shy and Katsuki wasn’t making it any better staring at your vagina like a starved man. He placed his head between your thighs, propping himself on his left elbow, taking the same finger and rubbing circles around your clit, sliding down to press at your entrance.

There was no way to explain your scent as it flooded his nostrils and clouded his brain. It made the blonde absolutely feral.

"Can I?" Bakugo asked, giving you one last chance to opt out if you no longer wanted to let him do this. Crimson eyes bore into yours, waiting for a response.

A simple nod and a "mhm" was his confirmation as he tasted your syrupy cunt for the first time. He licked a fat strip from your ass all the way to your clit. He did it again and again and again—both your pussy and your asshole clenching around nothing as he dug his fat wet tongue into your pussy with vigor.

“Mmm.” He moaned at the taste, pulling his head back to lick at the remnants of slick that were smeared on his cheeks and chin, earning a whimper of impatience from you.

“Kats-,” You choked on your spit and your mind short circuited when the thumb of his right hand rubbed at your asshole, ever so casually trying to push its way in.

“You love when I play with that ass don’t you,” He emphasized his statement with gentle prods and rubs at your rim, teasing the little brown pucker to no end. “You’re Katsuki’s nasty lil’ slut right?”

“Yes, yes, yesss.” You nodded furiously, swelling the blonde’s chest with pride. “Good girl.” Katsuki gave your lower hole another lick, planting a sweet kiss on your asshole and sinking his sharp canines into one of your cheeks.

You knew you were clean, but the act itself just felt so dirty, so taboo, so damn hot.

He traveled up to your pussy, sealing his lips around your clit. He stared up at you with lustful, half-lidded eyes, lips wrapped around your clit like a fucking jolly rancher.

As if this moment couldn’t get any more euphorically intense, you felt his fingers slide into you. You let out something between a yelp and a scream, nearly losing your mind at the feeling of fullness you got from only his middle and ring fingers.

Katsuki found your g-spot almost instantly, the stretching from the thick digits along with him flicking the spongy area at the very top of your cunt had you creaming around his middle and ring fingers. Your toes began to curl and your body slightly rocked back and forth as he forcefully fucked his thick fingers in and out of you.

“Hold your legs.” He gruffly commanded, waiting for you to place your hands around your ankles and pull your legs up. You pulled them back as far as your belly would allow, now splayed out and presenting him your pretty pussy.

It was probably the sexiest shit he’d ever seen and he silently thanked you for those early mornings of yoga you’d endured.

‘Itadakimasu.’ He thanked whoever had given him the grace of enjoying such a beautiful spread.

Shifting his position, the blonde now lied sniper style in front of you. He placed both hands on your ass, spreading you further before he buried his face in your pussy again. You opened your mouth to let out a moan, but your breath caught in your throat.

“Katsuki.” You ugly moaned his name as he alternated between a firmer, pointed tongue pressing hard on your clit, and a relaxed, flat tongue widely sweeping up and down over your entire vagina. No matter the technique, Katsuki was dexterous with his tongue and you jealously wondered how he’d come to be so good at eating pussy as he brought you closer and closer to the best ‘o’ you’d ever felt.

You gasped. Could he have been watching that in the kitchen for pointers?!

Bakugo ignored his rock hard cock, completely bent on getting you off before he even thought of himself. He kept licking and sucking, tongue bathing in your slick as he sloppily ate your pussy.

As much as he’d hate to admit, you were his favorite girl and he hated seeing you upset. He hoped this would help take your mind off that shitty test, and if it didn’t, he didn’t mind flipping you guys over and letting use his mouth however you wanted to.

Your thighs shook and your bottom lip was sandwiched between your teeth while you stared into his eyes. You two never looked away from each other, as the pressure built up inside.

“Katsuki! I’m cu-oh fuuuck.” You squirmed as tears of complete joy and pleasure streamed down your face. Waves of pleasure washed over you as your climax ripped through your body.

You layed there with your heart pumping, flinching slightly when his tongue brushed against your over sensitized clit a few more times.

“Fuck Kats, I-I can’t.”

You gasped out when his thumb began to rub circles over your puckered rim again. He hoped he could lick you into another orgasm but he could tell you couldn’t take it. You slumped over, laying on your side as your chest rose up and down rapidly.

That’s just how he likes to see you, fucked out and exhausted. Katsuki stood up straight and smirked, watching as your body occasionally jerked with violent tremors, satisfying him and filling his soul with accomplishment.

“Next time, gonna put my tongue in that cute lil’ ass of yours.” He marked his words with a heavy slap to your ass, watching your brown skin ripple around his palm. And with that he went to get a cloth to wipe his face and between your legs for the time being.

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closing a/n: If anyone’s wondering the reader is a nursing student and bakubabe is studying fire science!

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