#sighs harder and continues to file down to wrist

[guilty-pleasures21]

Another one?! Ugh, I get bored at work, okay?!

5. Okay, this is the real reason I wrote this.

Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex including fingering (f receiving), blow job (m receiving) and penetration (p in v).

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“So, I've been analysing the sequencing results,” X began, walking into his office with her laptop. She didn’t look up as she closed the door behind her and made her way over to him. “And I think I've got it. Can you open the file in my folder? The results one?”

Miguel did as she asked and scanned through the list of genes quickly. “Wait. How did you do all this so quickly?”

“I'm a bit feral like that,” X joked, flashing him a wicked grin. She leaned over him to look at the screen and his stomach flipped as her breath tickled his neck. “Wait, there's another tab.” She grabbed the mouse from him and started clicking through the file, searching for what she wanted to show him. Miguel curled his fingers around her waist and pulled her down onto his lap and she giggled as he kissed her cheek. Then he brushed her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck for him to brush his lips along.

“So, I found that these three genes show up in everything,” X said, trying hard to keep her focus on the screen in front of her.

“Mmhmm,” Miguel hummed, sliding his hand beneath her shirt as he nibbled on her ear. She sucked in a breath when he snuck his hand under her bra and began massaging her breast.

“A-And they're all … involved in … transcription,” she revealed, losing her focus as he circled her nipple with his finger. Miguel chuckled as her head fell against his shoulder, her body ceding control over to him.

“And let me guess: you want to try editing them?” he suggested, amused. X whimpered as she nodded in agreement and Miguel dipped his other hand into the waistband of her pants. “Bring me your plan first. Then we'll decide.”

She grabbed his wrist to stop his hand from moving lower down her body and he finally abandoned her breast. X sighed with relief, but then Miguel took both her wrists in one hand and flicked her button open with the other, giving him the space to drag his fingers along her folds. X gasped as a violent shudder wracked her entire body at the sensation and Miguel chuckled against her neck at her response.

“M-Miguel …” she stammered out nervously. “We're at work, querido!”

Miguel hummed against her in acknowledgement as he circled her p*ssy slowly. He slid his fingers down to her entrance, then caressed her hole softly, drawing her c*m out of her so he could coat his fingers in the sticky liquid. “Mmm, but it's almost six - no one else will be here.”

"Mmph! Migue-el," she whimpered, earning another chuckle from him. She tried to tell him to stop: to tell him that this wasn't appropriate and they really shouldn't be doing this at work. But how could she focus on anything else when his hands were travelling all over her body, his fingers teasing her most intimate parts as he brushed his lips and tongue along her neck?

“Cariño,” Miguel moaned, his deep voice rumbling through her bones. She was so cute, her small body wriggling against him as she grinded herself against his hand. He pressed his hand harder against her and tugged on her earlobe with his teeth before sucking on it.

She turned her head to the side and pushed her mouth into his hair, barely muffling the squeak that fell from her lips as her legs twitched around his hand. Shit, she had to stop this, she had to … She shivered as he tapped his finger against her clit, swirling her warm c*m over her sensitive nub.

"You’re already so wet for me, cariño," her wicked boyfriend murmured against her skin. "Do I turn you on that quickly?"

X felt his lips curve into a smile as he continued his slow, teasing movements: running his fingers up and down the length of her, pinching her clit between his thumb and forefinger, circling her entrance at an unhurried pace. She closed her eyes as her head rolled back onto his shoulder, unable to withstand anymore sensory input than what he was already giving her.

"Nnh … I don't …" she began, her voice hoarse, breathless from the pleasure starting to overwhelm her senses, "I don't think … this is very appropriate … Dr O'Hara." Carajo. Hearing her call him that, her vagina completely exposed to the palm of his hand, his fingers buried deep in the soft folds of her p*ssy … He felt the blood begin to redirect itself to his centre, rushing all the way down and straight to his cock. He let go of her wrists and snaked his hand along her abdomen, inching his way back up to her chest. X squeezed her thighs together, trying to force his hand out from between them, but he held firm, pushing the heel of his palm against her to hold her open for him.

"But you just made an excellent discovery, querida," he pointed out, as if that was sufficient enough a reason to justify his current actions. "I think you deserve some kind of reward." He brushed his nose along her neck and scissored her clit between his fingers, coaxing a weak whimper out of her. Oh god. He was actually insane, this man. Actually. Freaking. Insane.

"The science … is its own … reward," she managed to squeak out between gasps, her head falling over his arm as she tried to regain control of her own body. Coño, it was so hot how distracting he was to her. His dick began to harden at the sight of her helplessness and she tightened at the feeling of him poking against her ass.

"Mmhmm," Miguel hummed against her softly, the vibrations running along her skin and into her bones. "But I'll bet science has never made you feel this good though." God, the nerve of this man! He trailed his finger right along the surface of her clit and she jerked against him roughly. She was going to kill him. She was actually going to kill him! She was … Her head lolled back again as he flicked her nipple before cupping her entire breast in his large hand.

"I hate you so much right now," she told him, the words coming out in a hasty rush, but still conveying her rage. Oh god. Oh god, he was good. Miguel snickered against her skin, then finally moved both hands back to her waist.

"I need to taste you, cariño," he informed her, guiding her to her feet. He stood up and pushed her forward against his desk before kneeling down and pulling her pants off.

"Miguel!" X hissed as he lifted her feet one by one, yanking her underwear off her and onto the floor. She craned her neck back, looking down to shoot him a glare. But before she could stop him, he'd buried his face in her p*ssy, his tongue lapping up the warm liquid drenching her vagina. She felt herself stretch up onto her tiptoes involuntarily, then her torso fell over his desk as her body gave in to the mind-numbing sensation of his tongue on her clit.

"F*ck," he groaned, spreading her cheeks wider apart to give himself more access to her. "Sabes tan bien, cariño. (You taste so good, sweetheart.)"

She couldn't respond as her hips arched off his desk of their own volition, her muscles responding to him in all the ways he wanted her to. He stroked her messily, his saliva mixing with her c*m and soaking her thoroughly as she fought to keep herself quiet. Then he pulled her folds into his mouth, sucking on them and groaning against them with such pleasure that she heard a small whimper fall from her own lips. All of a sudden, she felt his muscles clench, his body going on high alert as he sensed something she couldn't. He growled and she pushed herself up, barely managing to get into an upright position before looking down to find his teeth bared in a snarl, his eyes red with fury. He moved between her legs, then shoved her backwards, onto the desk chair he'd pulled up behind her. Then, when he'd spread her legs apart, when he'd rolled her back to him and leaned over her, his hulking shoulders pressing down on her thighs as he gripped her waist, he relaxed. She opened her mouth to ask him what had happened, but any rational thought she had flew out of her mind when he embedded himself in her p*ssy again, redoubling his efforts as he licked and sucked and nibbled on her. She let out a squeak and he pinched her thighs in warning.

"Shh," he cautioned her, his heavily dilated pupils still fixed on her centre. "Someone's coming." And he pushed his face back into her, completely undeterred from his current goal.

"Hello Migue- Oh!" Holy shit! It was Dr Jefferson, the kindly older man working on tissue regeneration. Oh god. Why him? Why now? The man's bushy grey eyebrows came together in bewilderment as his gaze landed on X, firmly planted in her boss's chair, unable to escape from his vice-like grip beneath the table. "X? What are you doing here? Where's Miguel?"

She gritted her teeth at the question, trying so hard to stop the sheepish smile from taking over her face; to keep her gaze from falling down to her boss on his knees before her, eating her out like she was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

"Oh! Um," she hesitated, trying to come up with a plausible excuse. "Dr O'Hara-" He sucked hard on her clit, getting high off her use of his formal address, and she had to dig her fingernails into the edges of her seat to stop her body from shuddering against his mouth.

"He went to take a call!" X lied, pushing the words out of her mouth quickly. Dr Jefferson's forehead creased with concern as he took a quick glance at his watch, seemingly oblivious to her current predicament.

"Is everything all right?" he asked X, dragging on the conversation much longer than it really needed to be. "It's getting late. You should go home now, X." Her toes curled as Miguel slid his hands under the backs of her knees, looping her legs over his broad shoulders so he could begin circling her entrance with his tongue torturously slowly.

"Yup! We're almost done!" she squeaked out, trying to chase him away, the poor old man. But Miguel grinned - actually grinned - at the very suggestion. She could feel it in the way his cheeks tightened and his lips parted wide enough for his fangs to press against the outer edges of her vagina. God, she was going to kill him. She gripped his hair discreetly, attempting to extricate herself from his grasp, to pull him back and get him to stop, just for a second. But he refused to budge, instead digging his fingers into her thighs to caution her against the very idea. "Just waiting on my … electrophoresis results. You should go!"

She flashed him her brightest smile, trying to assure him that everything was all right; that he could leave and let her come as loudly as she wanted to, as violently as her boss - her actual effing boss - could get her to. She closed her eyes and forced her head to keep still, concealing the way her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as Miguel finally slid his tongue inside of her, lapping at her walls messily and hitting all of her most sensitive spots.

"All right," Dr Jefferson finally relented, grabbing on the door handle to pull it shut again, "but don't stay too late. I'll see you tomorrow, X!" And finally, he left, just in time for the contractions to begin shuddering through her body, pulsing up and down her spine as she convulsed against Miguel's mouth. She kept herself from moaning his name, afraid that Dr Jefferson was still within earshot, still close enough to catch them in the middle of their indecent act. Then, finally, they lessened, petering out until she was slumped against the backrest. Miguel pulled back and looked up at her, the bottom half of his face covered in a sticky, glistening liquid; in her sticky, glistening liquid. She swallowed hard at the sight and her stomach flipped on its head as he grinned at her, her normally stoic and grumpy boss looking at her like a little boy who’d just been caught with his face in his favourite dessert. She sighed and stood up, pulling him to his feet before leaning over to grab some tissues and begin cleaning his jaw.

"I really, really hate you so much right now," she told him, not meaning it at all. His lips softened into a smirk and he wrapped his hands around her waist to pull her to him and begin kissing her again - sloppy, lazy kisses that had her sinking against him and grazing her fingernails along the back of his neck and down his spine. God, he was so hot. So strong and well-built and so large next to her. He slid his hands up her sides and hooked his thumbs into the bottom of her bra, pulling it off along with her shirt so she was standing bare before him.

"P*ta madre," he groaned, rubbing his thumbs across her stiffened nipples. "You're so f*cking beautiful, cariño." She was so perfectly built: hard and soft in all the right places, tanned and smooth and so, so delicious. He moved his hands down to her ass, grabbing onto it and arching her back so he could press his lips against her breast, pulling her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it thirstily. He moaned with pleasure, relishing the feeling of the rough surface against his tongue.

"Miguel," X breathed, her fingers sliding into his hair and running along his scalp. He pulled on her nipple one more time, then licked his way up to her collarbone, piercing her skin lightly with his fangs. He ran his fingers up to her breasts again and kneaded the soft flesh with his large hands before he dropped them back down to her waist. Then he lifted her up and onto the edge of his desk and fixed his eyes on her centre: the part of her that was just waiting to welcome him into its tight grasp. He dragged his thumbs along the sides of her vagina, applying just enough pressure to spread her apart so he could see where he would fit into her.

"Mierda, arañita," he cursed, his voice low and thick with desire, "you're so small." She shuddered at his gruff tone and tried to squeeze her legs together, her body heating up as she regained enough awareness to realise how exposed she was in her own workplace right now. But he held her firm, wrenching his gaze away from her centre to frown at her.

“Miguel!” she whined, her eyes flicking to the door in apprehension. “We're at work, querido!” She wriggled and squirmed beneath him, her lips twisting into a pretty little pout as she gave him a beseeching look. But that only seemed to please him more. He grinned and pulled her flush against him as he leaned forward over her shoulder.

“Work ended half an hour ago, arañita,” he informed her cheekily, brushing his lips and tongue along the length of her neck. X gripped onto the collar of his shirt and let out an embarrassed whimper, drawing a snicker out of her insane boyfriend. “Quitalo, querida. (Take it off, darling.)”

He moved his mouth to hers and eased her lips apart with his tongue. X gave a defeated sigh and did as he requested, her slender fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt as he continued kissing her. She made quick work of his belt and pants before sliding her hands up his solid chest to take his shirt off. He kept his mouth on hers as he shrugged his sleeves off, then stepped out of his trousers so there was nothing left to get in the way of their bare skin. He pulled her body against his and she moaned at the feeling of his hard pectorals against her soft chest, the sharp lines of his abdomen pressing into her stomach, the huge bulk of his cock sliding against her slick clit. Oh god, he felt good. So extremely good.

"Shit, Miguel," she breathed, running her hands all over the corded muscles of his back. "You feel so good, querido." He buried his face in her neck and squeezed her ass, holding her firmly against him.

"Not as good as you, cariño," he argued. "Eres perfecta, mi amor."

He nipped on her earlobe and X felt a delighted warmth spread through her chest at his praise. She pushed at his shoulders gently, gesturing for him to move back. Miguel raised an eyebrow in question, but obliged anyway.

Her eyes trailed along his body as she stood up, admiring his tanned skin and perfectly sculpted muscles. His features softened when she looked up at him again and he bent down to give her a quick kiss, barely managing to catch her lips through her beaming smile. She placed her hands on his chest, holding onto him for balance as she stretched up onto her toes and began nibbling along the edge of his jaw. Miguel sighed as she began making her way down his body, licking and sucking and biting him with an agonisingly slow precision. She lowered herself to her knees and traced the outlines of his abdomen with her tongue, memorising each groove and plane carefully. He sucked in a breath as she took hold of him and slid her fingers along his length, appraising him carefully. And then, maldita sea, then she wrapped her tongue around him, pulling him into her mouth and sucking on him before dragging him back out again. His entire body rumbled with a groan and she grinned with delight before doing it again. He twisted his fingers into her hair as she continued her task, gripping the back of her head and pulling her closer, closer, until he was submerged in her entirely, the tip of his cock brushing up against the back of her throat. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as she swallowed around him and he felt the sticky prec*m begin to leak out of him already.

"Te necesito (I need you)," he pleaded with her, breathless with anticipation. "Ahora, cariño. Now."

A chill ran down her spine at the assertiveness in his voice, but she barely had time to react before he'd wrenched her to her feet, lifting her up and depositing her back on his desk to spread her wide open for him. His chest heaved with shallow breaths as he ran his finger along her wet folds, then pushed it inside of her, warming her up for him. She gasped at the sensation, momentarily disoriented by the speed with which he'd turned the tables back on her. Then she peeked up at him from beneath her dark, curling lashes, her almond-shaped eyes so big and so beautiful, and he growled, removing his finger to take himself in hand. She bit her lip as he notched the tip of his cock to her entrance and began easing himself inside of her.

“Such a good girl, arañita,” he praised her, grabbing both her ass cheeks in his hands and spreading them apart to give himself even more space to fit inside of her. "Always taking me in so f*cking perfectly. Maybe next time, you'll think twice before interrupting me in the middle of a work dinner.”

She almost didn't hear what he said, so focused was she on the feeling of him nestled so securely inside of her. But then he brought up the dinner and she scoffed incredulously.

“Maybe next time, I won’t think at all, querido,” X teased him, sliding her hands up and down his hard chest. “Not if you’re going to reward me like this, amor.” She grinned and pecked his lips quickly, coaxing a smile out of him. Miguel leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers.

“This isn’t a reward, querida,” he informed drily, his hips beginning to move against hers. “It’s supposed to be a punishment.” He brushed his tongue against hers, kissing her soft and slow.

“Mmm. If this is what it's like to be punished, then maybe I should be a bad girl more often,” X suggested, wrapping her arms around his neck and sliding her fingers into his hair.

“Ay, p*tas, arañita,” he sighed, resting his forehead on her shoulder. She nipped his earlobe and he tightened his grip on her waist. X giggled at his reaction.

“¿Qué pasa, doctor?” she murmured in his ear. “Aren’t you going to punish your naughty little arañita?” Miguel growled at her words, then straightened to frown at her. She continued looking up at him with that sweet smile of hers and he pulled himself out of her before slamming his hips back against hers. X gasped as he began thrusting himself in and out of her, his punishing pace causing his desk to creak beneath her. X rested her hand on the table, trying to keep herself upright. But then her back arched as her body stretched itself out in pleasure and she sank back onto the table.

Mierda, she was cute, biting on her lip while she gripped the edge of the table. She let out a moan as her body contracted and Miguel slid his hands along her curves before climbing on top of her.

“Querida,” he whined, nudging her head to the side with his nose. He nipped at her earlobe and pulled her back off the table, curling her against him. She shivered as she came, her cute little body shuddering in his arms, and Miguel felt himself approaching his edge as her tight little p*ssy squeezed his dick. He sucked in a breath as his body tightened, then relaxed again when he reached his orgasm, his c*m shooting out of him and painting her walls white. He panted heavily when he was done, trying to catch his breath as he lay on top of her.

“Miguel,” X moaned, her eyes flitting over to the door of his office. She returned her gaze to his and smacked him on the shoulder. “Put your clothes back on, querido! ¡Estás loco, mi amor!”

Miguel grinned and nipped her lower lip before pressing his mouth to hers and kissing her. She smiled as his tongue tangled with hers and slid her hands up his chest to cup his cheeks. She kissed him back a little more, then pushed him away from her so their lips pulled apart.

“I'm serious, Miguel,” she told him, her voice gentle but firm. Miguel sighed, then began pushing himself off his desk.

“Vale.” He pulled himself out of her and X flinched in surprise at the sudden absence of him. Then she squeezed her legs together and started picking her clothes off the ground.

“What do you want for dinner, querida?” Miguel asked, pulling his trousers back up over his hips. X stopped to consider the question. He was planning to go after a new villain that had shown up in the city a day or two ago, so they probably wouldn't have that much time to spend on dinner. But she wanted to make sure he had enough energy to fuel him for whatever battle he'd be forced to engage in that night.

“Pepper Lunch?” she suggested, zipping her pants back up. “But we can go anywhere you want. I'm fine.”

She straightened and turned to face him, her brows already crinkling with concern at the thought of him going on a mission tonight. Miguel pulled her into a hug, his stomach churning with guilt at the apprehensive look on her face. She always supported him in his Spiderman duties, watching over him through his cameras and tracking his movements carefully. But he knew she secretly wished that he'd stay at home with her instead, safe and sound right where she could see him. “We can go for Pepper Lunch.”

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[wiinterz]

show me out | kyle ‘gaz’ garrick

pairing: roller skater!kyle x roller skater!black plus size fem!reader

genre: f2l, one-shot

warnings: cursing, flirting, usage of the n-word (like once), banter, fluff, added oc’s, kissing/making out, petnames (foxy, baby)

word count: 2.4k

summary: your group, ‘the foxies’ had been holding the skating rink together since y’all were eighteen. your best friend, kyle and his group, ‘shottas’ been coming in hot as long as you could remember. on a saturday you bet kyle that his group couldn’t be better than yours at skating, you taught him everything he knows and then some. but why is it every time y’all work together, things just move better and smoother?

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AIR CONDITIONING BLASTING THROUGH the rink as people roll through the area. Groups and couples came out during the weekend as og’s and newer groups danced around the rink. ‘Party Like A Rockstar by Shop Boyz’ played through the bluetooth speakers. Wheels pushing past against the carpet with food in your hands, you reach your best friends who were sitting down with drinks in their hands. The shakes of stomps hitting against the ground and whistles blowing with the tempo of the song, with people singing and dancing in a single file line.

Sitting down next to Kelsey, you place the food on the table, watching your friends grab some and place it on their semi-empty plates. Your eyes gravitate towards a couple, the guy holding onto his girl’s shoulder as she tries to help him walk against the carpet.

“He finna fall, watch.” Rossco chuckled, your fingers grab a fry and chew on it. “Stop praying on these people's downfall,” Carmen shouts over the music, Rossco rolls his eyes and continues to watch with you. Without missing a beat, the man scoots back a bit too far and falls, his feet going up in the air while his girlfriend yells and falls with him. The people around them stop their movements and look down at the couple as Rossco and Kelsey laugh at them.

“Y’all deadass wrong for laughing.” You grumble and Rossco nudges your knee, “You not laughing is what makes it even more hilarious.” Kelsey and him laugh a bit harder and other people help the couple find a seat as the dude huffs and takes off the skating shoes.

Looking back down, you go back to eating your chicken strips with fries and hot sauce on the sides. Taking sips on her blueberry slushie, Carmen looks around, sighing as her favorite song, ‘Tambourine by Eve’ plays. “Come on y’all, we gotta get before everyone else takes up the space.” She whines and Kelsey speaks up, “Ain’t nobody finna take up space, you see how big that rink is compared to everyone. Plus I doubt most know how to move it like we do. So you good.” Kelsey reassures Carmen, or at least tries.

You nod in agreement, “she’s right, just calm down.” Carmen sighs, crosses her arms, and leans against the chair. “Okay but still, ion wanna be sitting here all night now.” “And you won’t now chill,” Rossco says and hands her his plate of food to finish up. Looking back down at your phone, the sounds of the front doors pushing open and Carmen stopping herself mid-sentence you look back up. A sigh escapes as you see your best friend and his clique.

Gaz walks in, a smirk on his face when he notices you. He's looking up and down at you, taking in what you’re wearing. Your hair is in braids but up in a high bun with your edges done. You have on a yellow crop top with your name bedazzled across it. You had on denim shorts, gold necklaces, and gold hoop earrings. Wearing a dark lipliner and lipgloss, your bangles moved around as you picked up a fry.

Your eyes did the same to Gaz, looking at what he was wearing. He has on black loose shorts, a black tee, and a sweatband on his wrist. He wore his newest Nike, a single diamond earring on his left standard lobe. His homeboys, Ricky, Marcus, and Gio were standing next to him. All were fine and brought attention to themselves.

A girl you never cared for walked past Gaz as she winked at him and he winked back. A bit of jealousy pangs you but you try to play it off. “She ain’t even allat and he’s liking her off?” You question out loud, grabbing Rossco’s attention. He looks at her and shrugs. “I mean she kinda fine, she got a fat a-” Kelsey hits his shoulder, looking at her and he kisses his teeth. “I think he means she ain’t all that for real, so stop,” Kelsey replies and you sigh, watching as Gaz walks up to you with his homeboys behind him.

His shoulders were back, chest out as he walked up, a smirk still on his face as he daps up people that he knows. You patiently wait for him, and as you do, your left leg starts to shake. You had no idea why he did this to you, made you a nervous mess, not that he hated it.

What made it worse was when y’all were alone and he gave you stares that said more than just friends but you ignored it each time. “Foxy,” he starts, his index finger holding up your chin, forcing you to look at him. Showing off his pearly white, you breathe and hold in your smile. Eyes glistening from the warm color lights as you stare at him, he was all you saw and you were all his attention he begged for.

If weak was a person, you would be the personification of that word.

“Gaz.” Your brow raises, he moves his finger from your chin and looks at everyone else. Waving at them they hum. “Saw you out on the streets the other day with wassaname?” Your tongue clicks against your teeth as Kelsey snaps her fingers. “Oh yeah, Aubrey?” She questions and you nod. Gaz playfully rolls his eyes and laughs. “So?” He shrugs, you shrug with him. “What, she wasn’t interesting enough for you or sum?” You ask, lightly punching his arm.

“I mean she is but eh.” He tells you, not sure what else to say about Aubrey, she wasn’t one of those girls he cared about. She was cute and had good intentions but he needed a bit more fire. Something he knows you could give to him, anything you dish out he could handle and make you stunned when he sends it back to you.

“So we’re gonna go on the rink or…?” Carmen injects, making you turn your eyes away from Gaz. You nod and stand, yet he doesn’t back up, keeping you close and locked in by the table.

His hand rests on it, and your chest raises when his eyes look down at your shirt. “What’s the magic word, baby?” His voice rasps, slowly looking back at you. You gulp and try not to fall back on the chair. “Excuse me?” Your voice almost cracks, and he hums and nods, moving away from you you roll from him and so does Kelsey, he widens his space for her as she rolls her eyes and talks shit under her breath. She never hated him, none of your best friends did. They all treated each other like siblings, which made it funnier when Kelsey would try and start an “argument”with him and end up losing in the end.

Going on the rink, you smile as ‘Show Out by Unk’ plays. Swerving from left and right as you crouch your knees a bit, Rossco follows behind, resting his hand on your left shoulder, and Kelsey and Carmen follow right after.

The DJ sees y’all on the floor, calling your group, people whistle and clap their hands, giving you more energy. As Rossco lets go of you, you all twirl, as Kelsey gets in front, raising her hands. Shouting out, “We ready!” As a group, you lean back as the rest of your best friends do the same. Carmen in the back, leans all the way, her fingertips touching the ground as you hold her waist. Gaz and his friends watch y’all, a smirk on his lips as his arms are crossed. He shakes his head, knowing that you two made that move.

Clapping your hands as you all get back up, you move away a bit from Rossco as he does the same, turning around, you both skate backward while Carmen and Kesley skate forward in a line. Eager to get on the floor, Gaz and his team stroll their way through. The DJ calls their group as everyone cheers for them.

He moves past you, raising a leg while letting it stay close to the ground, he squats down and keeps moving back. Laughing as you turn and look at him, rolling your eyes. Coming up to him, you mimic his move, the two of you, having your shoes close together as everyone claps, never seeing something like that before. “We better together, stingy lil’ girl.” He reminds you and you shake your head no. “Who the hell is we, nigga you speaking French or sum?” He chuckles and stands as you stand with him.

“I’m serious, we’re good together. Remember back in middle school, you and me making all these moves we taught our groups? Why aren’t we a group?” He questions and you raise a brow. “You mean a duo?” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “You know what I mean.” And you shrug. “Maybe cause we’re two dominant people who know damn well if we do, I might go as far as damaging your shoes.” You say and he nods.

“And I’ll damage your jewelry, now what?” He raises a brow and you nudge him. “Boy, if you don’t-” He laughs and you laugh with him. “Let’s do this right, okay? You and me, like old times.” He says and rolls off with his group. You sigh and stare at him, he was good but not great like you.

Rossco pulls up, dancing with the rest. “What was that?” He questions and you keep your eyes on Gaz. “A wake-up call.” Rossco hums, Kelsey comes beside you as Carmen stands next to Rossco.

“Y’all imma be back.” You tell them and push past people, getting to Gaz who's shouting out the lyrics to the song. He smiles when noticing you. “Guess you can’t leave me alone huh?” He questions and you roll your eyes, standing next to him. “Don’t get cocky now, alright? I’m just here for old times or whatever the fuck you said.” And he laughs.

Gaz grabs your hands and pulls you as you crouch your knees and push forward, going into a twirl. He catches you, grabbing both of your hands as you move backward, rolling on the tip of your skates. Pulling him closer, he mimics you, staring at your lips as you stare at his eyes.

Turning you around and pulling you to him, you feel your ass against his crotch, his left hand resting on your stomach, as his chin rests on your shoulder. The mixture of smells makes you dizzy in the best way possible. He got you wrapped around his fingers the way he wants and needs. “Foxy, foxy, and you said you ain’t miss this? Liar.” He whispers against your ear. Kissing your jaw and going back to moving with you. Butterflies all in you, feeling all lovey-dovey.

“I-I never said I didn’t. Just, shut up okay.” You warned and he chuckled, “Just teasing, just teasing.” Pulling you closer, you hold in a whimper as he shifts in a way to feel all of him better.

“I’m not dumb, I still know when a girl wants me.” He replies, “You’re so damn delusional and desperate for attention, Kyle.” He shrugs, “And if I am? I know a pretty thing in my arms will keep on supplying.” He whispers against your ear. Wrapping his arms around you, moving his right hand from your waist. He places it in the back of your pocket, holding your left hand as he turns you around to him. Placing your hands on his shoulder he grabs you closer and tilts his head.

“So damn beautiful.” His voice rasps out, you gulp, trying to contain control.

You look down, smiling at his compliment. Looking back at him, he holds your hand and moves you to the beat of the song. Resting your head on his chest, it becomes an intimate experience between you two. Forgetting the world around you, your friends watch, smiling ear to ear.

“Look at me, please?” He mutters, listening, you do. Seconds passed, feeling like minutes. Your lips ghost against his, and Gaz’s eyes flicker to your lips and eyes. Not stopping anything, letting things just be. Your lips press onto his, your hands coming up to his neck as he holds you closely. Holding your cheeks, he continues to kiss you, deepening it as you widen your mouth for him a bit. His tongue slips in, rolling around yours, lips lock. Pulling away, you both smile.

Resting your forehead against his, his thumb caresses your cheek. “I love you, okay? And I’m scared to mess this up.” He expresses, your heart feeling like a tidal wave, you breathe out heavily and nod.

“I love you too.” You whisper, his smile grows and raises your chin. “Now kiss me like you mean it.” He mutters and you giggle, pulling him into you more. You kiss him, passionately and slowly. Just the way you imagined.

i swear making this imagine had me giggling, i want this experience so damn bad omg.

#y’all really don’t be using the advantage of his character and it SHOWS #cod #call of duty #kyle gaz garrick #gaz #kyle gaz garrick fluff #plus size reader #x black reader #black!reader #black reader #x black!reader #kyle garrick x black!reader #cod x black reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #gaz fluff #gaz x you #elliot knight #cod smut #task force 141 #cod 141 #141 x reader #kyle garrick #kyle gaz smut #kyle gaz x you #call of duty x black reader

[swirlsandtwirls]

A Simple Request

“How are you holding up today?” he asked, probably referring to my injured leg. Sir is always thoughtful like that. Making sure I’m okay in the ways that matter before bringing me down like only he can.

He has no idea…

“That depends… are you on my Tumblr?” I asked, chuckling as I hit “Send”. Sir sometimes asks how I’m doing if he notices my reblogging shows signs of increased activity. Sometimes, he knows the answer to the question he’s asking me. But not this time.

“I am now, lol,” he writes back, before (I assume) swiping out of our chat to my Tumblr page. The evidence would be damning. Scroll and scroll and scroll and he’d easily see just how hot and bothered I was. How needy. How desperate.

The leg injury had me out of commission for a few days so I hadn’t exactly been “in the mood” lately. But as I regained my strength, I found I also regained my libido and then some. A few days of not staring, trancing, rubbing, edging, cumming or being denied on command had been pent up all week and my pussy was demanding I pay the price. The previous day, I’d been horny and rubbed and begged for Sir to make me cum and it had been incredible when he did. It always way. But today… today it felt like I was back to the same level of horniness as before and getting needier with each passing minute.

“Taking my lunch break to edge… and edge… and edge… listening to a background file on loop…” I hate typing with just one hand like this but I needed the other one to continue swirling around my sensitive little bud. It demanded my attention and I needed to comply more than anything else in this world right now.

“You don’t need thoughts,” he wrote, instantly picking up on where I was.

“I don’t need thoughts…….”

Pleasure pulsed through my body, thrusting my mind into complete and total emptiness. My entire body suddenly felt light. I could barely feel the bed beneath me, weightless in my room as my fingers dancing around my needy clit. His cuffs and collar were still around my wrists and neck, leaving a fuzzy sensation that made my head spin. I had been ordered to wear them all day and, good girl that I was, I had obeyed.

“Need someone to think for me………. The file thinks for me…….” I felt the words leave a pleasant tingle as they spilled from my lips as well.

“Which file, Sweetie?”

I sent him the link to the Braindumb Doll Mantras audio by @intoxicatingincubus so he could know what was filling my head. My pussy throbbed at this minor exhibitionist act and I felt an edge coming fast. Fuck, anything I do for this Sir, my body responds, even the smallest of tasks.

“Goddd fuckkk… hard edge… harder than yesterday,” the pleasure was taking hold deep in my core and I was barely making sense, “might cummm….” I could feel the orgasm threatening to spill over the edge of the dam I had in place out of obedience.

“Good girl,” my body shuddered at his praise.

“Please……” I begged, “don’t let me cum.”

It was a simple request. And yet, my heart was practically crashing through my chest, fully knowing what I was asking for and who I was asking to fulfill my wish.

“Don’t let me cum…… let me edge… please…” I was pleading, sharply focused on the screen as I waited for a response.

I wanted to see how long I could keep this up but I knew that he could deny me another way by making me cum and lose all of my edging progress. Sir had the power to give and take my orgasms as he saw fit. What would he choose today? I wondered.

The response came at last.

“Edge, Toy.”

My eyes widened and I moaned my gratitude, slowing my speed and delaying the orgasm that was building in my pussy.

“Only edge,” he ordered.

I breathed a sigh mixed with frustration and relief, “Yessssss…. Thank you, Sir,” rubbing more, “Edged…… it hurts… it aches… it aches so goooooddddd…”

That euphoric flood of dopamine hit my brain, the painful denial of release and further pleasure of edging sent my body into overdrive. The high I was always chasing and hit again and again and again every time I rose to the climax, danced on the edge and then came back down to start the process over again.

“Good girl, my edged doll… My hypnoslut,” his praise made my pleasure spike as my fingers continued working my warm, wet cunt.

My eyes rolled back into my head before snapping to attention and typing my response that only he could trigger:

“I am your obedient hypnoslut.”

I felt a whimper rise in my throat, “Sir, just know, I’m not edging to get you to take care of me,” God, I sounded so pathetic and needy, “I’ve been edging the past half hour before we started talking more about playtime.”

“I know, you’re pent up,” I could practically feel the pity in his words as I read them, “And you want to play.”

“Mhmm……”

“Good girl, rub your thoughts away.”

“Mmmm…. Yessss…. Rubbbbb…….” my fingers worked a little faster, “No thoughtsssss…….”

“Only thoughts are of pleasing me.”

“Yes, Sirrrrr…”

“And you please me when you edge without cumming.”

“Edge… for Sir…….”

*************

Hey all. This is a retelling of my most recent intense edging session with Sir, my Handler. I’m probably going to write more posts like this talking about it because it was incredible. But there is a loooot to write. For starters, this is how a 4+ hour edging session began. So yeah. I’ll post as I see fit but if y’all liked this, lmk and I can focus on them some more.

#hypnosub #hypnoblog #hypno toy #brainwashing #hypno fantasy #hypnokink #hypno girl #mind control #goonette #corruption kink

[g3z0]

Scared to love P9

Summary: You and Nick are best friends since childhood days. He doesn’t know that you like guys, let alone that you like him. You try to ignore your feelings, also because of your homophobic family. But it’s harder than you thought.

Warnings: mentions of an abusive household, mentions of drugs abuse, cursing, physical violence.

-g3z0

„im his boyfriend.“

The police officers head and mine shoot up to Nick.

The police officer frowns and looks back at me „is that so?“

I glare at Nick for a second before looking back to the police officer.

„Uhm- yeah. He’s my boyfriend.“ I say.

My heart starts beating faster. I know he only said that so that he can stay with me. If he said he’s my best friend the officer would‘ve send him away.

But to call him my boyfriend - fuck, I wish I could actually call him that.

I get ripped off of my thoughts when my dad grabs me by my shirt and throws himself on the ground with me.

„hey!“ I hear the police officer yell but before he can pull my dad off me he punches me into my face.

I let out a groan and the police officer pulls my dad away, pressing him against the wall.

„fuck, Are you okay?“ Nick helps me up and looks at me worried.

I hold my nose and nod a little „I’m fine.“ I mumble.

It isn’t like im not used to it.

I pull my hand from my face away and see blood on my hand.

„You fucking bastard!“ my dad yells and me and Nick look at him.

„Shut the fuck up!“ the police officer yells at my dad as he presses him more against the wall, putting his wrists into hand cuffs.

My dad lets out a groan and try’s to push the officer away.

„You’re not my fucking son! My son isn’t a fucking fag!“ he yells through gritted teeth.

„That’s enough!“ the police officer yells and looks at the other officer. „Mark, bring him outta here to the office.“

The other officer nods and grabs my dad, walking with him down the floor.

I clench my jaw as I watch the officer leading my dad away.

My dad yells some stupid shit after me before he and the officer disappear around the corner.

Nick lays a hand on my face, making me look back at him.

„you okay?“ he asks softly and I nod a little. „Yeah..“ I mumble as I wipe the blood of my nose.

„sit.“ the police officer mentions to the chairs.

Me and Nick sit down and the police officer stands infront of us, looking down at us.

„Im officer A. Paul Barks. I will ask you about the drugs and the situation at home.“ he looks down at his clipboard as he flips through the notes.

He lets out a sigh and looks back at me for a second before he continues „You don't have to answer anything without a lawyer but that would make this whole thing easier if you decide to talk.“

I nod a little and Nick grabs my hand, interlocking it in his.

„your mom-" he starts and my body tenses up.

„she died on an overdose 8 years ago. We questioned you and your father, and the report says that the drugs did not come from your father.“ he glares at me.

I swallow and shake my head a little „it was his drugs. He-" I let out a breathe when the memories flush through my mind once again. „he was high when it happend.“

Officer Barks nods and looks back at the papers attached to the clipboard he’s holding, writing something down.

Nick strokes his thumb over the back of my hand, making me relax a little.

„Your grandma has filed for custody. It was rejected due to your father's alleged improvement.“

My heart stops beating for a second and I frown at Mr. Barks.

„what?“ I say, almost in a whisper.

My dad always told me she cut contact with us. That she couldn’t see me or lily because we reminded her too much of her own dead daughter.

Mr. Barks looks at me. „You didn’t know?“

I shake my head a little and Mr. Barks lets out a sigh.

„that bastard..“ he mumbles under his breathe and looks back at the papers.

I wouldn't have had to go through it? I wouldn’t have to life in hell for the past eight years?

„Are you and your grandma still in contact?“

I shake my head.

„we‘re going to contact her.“ he says as he writes something on the papers.

Nick squeezes my hand softly and I squeeze softly back.

„How often is your father under the influence of drugs?“ he asks as he looks at me.

I swallow a little, feeling embarrassed that Nick hears everything I say.

„Everyday.“ I mumble and Mr.Barks nods.

„is he abusive towards you and lily?“ he continues.

I let out a sigh and nod a little „only towards me, he uhm-.. he never hit lily or anything.“

He nods again. „Okay, so we are trying to get permission from the court to search your house. Will they find anything there that could cause problems for you?“

I bite my inner cheek and nod a little, looking away from Mr. Barks.

He lets out an sigh and rubs his face „and what would that be, kid?“

I clear my throat „weed, sir.“ I look back up at him.

He stares at me for a few seconds before he looks back at the papers „im gonna take care of that.“

I frown „what?“

He sighs and looks back at me „you’re not a bad kid. You don't have any police records, you've never had any bad records and you've been through so much shit, kid. I’m not gonna let that ruin for you because of what? You have a few grams of weed in your room?“

Wow. And I thought every police officer is an asshole.

„that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let that slide.“ he glares at me. „I don’t want to catch you ever high, or while smoking, is that clear?“

I nod a little.

„while lily stays in the hospital we‘re going to try to contact your grandma. Your father will be taken to court for neglecting his children and your mother's death will be reinvestigated. Do you have a place to stay for a few days?“ he asks while he looks down at mine and nicks hand, like the answer is clear.

„he has, sir.“ nick answers for me and I look at him, smiling a little.

Nick looks back at me and returns my smile.

„Good.“ Mr. Barks says as he writes something on the papers. „We’re going to contact you if we reached out to your grandma. Do you have any questions?“

I shake my head a little.

Mr. Barks nods and looks at me, smiling a little. „It’s only getting better now, kid.“ he starts to walk down the Hall.

I quickly stand up, letting go off nicks hand and walking into room 45.

I let out a breathe as I see how lily lays in the hospital bed, Hoses and machines all over her body attached.

I walk next to her, sitting down on one of the chairs taking her hand in mine.

„im so sorry lily.“ I whisper as I stroke a strand of her hair behind her ear.

She’s asleep but I don’t care. I need to say this.

„Im so sorry.“ I whisper as my voice breaks again and I bring her hand up, holding it against my forehead, closing my eyes.

„I know I said I would never let anyone hurt you.. I’m so sorry.“ I whisper and I can feel nicks hand on my shoulder.

I feel my eyes tear up and warm tears running down on my cheeks.

I let out a shaky sigh and kiss the back of her hand softly „please forgive me..“ I whisper and Nick wraps his arms around me, hugging me.

I lean against Nick and close my eyes while I still hold lily’s hand.

I sit at lilys bed while we both draw in her coloring book.

„I wonder what she’s like.“ lily says as she looks up at me.

I look at her and smile softly „she’s great. I don’t remember much but she always baked very good cookies.“

Lily giggles a little „I love cookies“

„I know.“ I stroke through her hair.

Two days after lily was taken to the hospital Mr. Barks called me. Our grandma wanted to meet us.

I don’t know why I feel so nervous. She’s only my grandma.

I even let Nick pick out an outfit for me so that maybe I can impress her or something.

I know it’s dumb - but still.

Someone knocks on the door of lilys room and I stand up, clearing my throat.

„come in.“

A small woman with grey hair steps inside, having some presents in her hands.

I smile a little and she smiles back.

Wow. She was much taller than me in my memories. Now I have to look down at her.

„y/n.“ she says softly as she lays the presents on the table next to the door.

I let out a breathe „hey..“

She smiles and bites her lip, walking towards me and hugging me.

I freeze for a second and wraps my arms slowly around her. I let out a little laugh „hey..“ I say again.

She laughs a little and cups my cheeks with her hands. „Wow- you.. you‘re all grown up.“ she breathes as her eyes get watery.

I smile warmly down at her „and you‘re old..“ I laugh and she laughs with me.

She strokes her thumbs over my cheeks „you look so much like her..“ she whispers and I lean against her touch a little.

She smiles before she lets go off me, turning to lily. „Hey sweetheart..“ she whispers softly as she sits down on the edge of lilys hospital bed.

„hello..“ lily smiles shyly at her.

„wow.. you got so big.“ she laughs a little and lily chuckles.

I smile at them, feeling how my heart melts.

My grandma strokes with her hand through lilys hair and I can tell she’s trying so hard not to cry right now.

After two hours me and my grandma step outside of lilys room.

She sighs softly as she looks up at me.

„y/n.“ she says.

„grandma.“ I say back and we both laugh a little.

„Look, im so sorry for-" she starts but I interrupt her.

„no- no, I’m sorry I should’ve reached out to you. I should’ve known dad was lying..“ I say.

She shakes her head and lays a hand on my cheek. „Oh, y/n.. you were only a kid.. you‘re not to blame, sweetheart..“

I lean against her touch and nod a little.

„y/n, I would like you and lily to live with me.“

I stare at her for a few seconds „really?“

She nods and lets go off my face. „It’s fine if you don’t want to I just-"

I cut her off while I hug her thightly.

She lays her arms around me and lets out a soft sigh.

„thank you- thank you so much…“ I whisper.

Now everything just can get better.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo x you

[mischiefmaker615]

Boyfriend (Pt.3)

Inspired by: The Song “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron Rating: R (dark themed)

Rose’s fingers clutched the filed tightly in her arms as she walked briskfully down the halls to return them, hardly at all hearing any greetings tossed at her by passing agents at SHIELD’s carrier. Since her last encounter with Loki yesterday, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t stop the sensations and memories to flash through her brain. Even working harder and faster wasn’t even helping to distract her. As soon as she had left that lab the other day, her was practically at a standstill with herself eternally at what she would do about.. all of it. reporting him would lock him away for sure, but with what proof if she was dealing with his magic hiding everything? And what’s worse, she didn’t feel like she fought that hard.. against a god, sure.. but where the hell did all of her training go when it came to fighting off people like..   She let out a frustrated sigh as she felt her groin practically pulse, almost as if there was an empty feeling that needed to be filled that she never had to deal with before. It was work, hobbies, sleep and repeat.. sex- no.. pleasure just seemed to get in the way and he had ruined her. What’s worse, he was right. She had never come clean to her boyfriend, she couldn’t.. about never having an orgasm all this time and faking it, and now what had happened.. with him. Practically dropping the files down on the table out of frustration, she files each in their appropriate placement before she stretched, an indication that her shift was finally done for the day. What to do now? She didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts.. or feelings, and visiting the tower to help out again would only risk running into the god of mischief again. Her apartment? No.. no no no.. perhaps a fresh air on a walk would do her good. As she set out down the halls, she felt a to familiar grip on her wrist appear behind her and her body tensed. Before her body could properly react, she was pulled back and to the side, being shoved into the supply closet in the dark with the door closing behind her. ‘’hello darling.’’ Her body froze, recognizing his sultry voice anywhere as she reached behind her and placed a hand on the wall to no where she was before looking ahead to where he must be. ‘’t-the hell are you doing here-‘’ ‘’its amazing what good behavior will get you, apparently, it’s a trial run. Expanding my surroundings to see if I continue to be trust worthy- under close watch of course which you Midgardians are apparently very good at failing at’’ She practically could here him smirk and stepped back when she felt his shoes practically touch hers, her eyes desperately blinking to try to adjust to the dark to try to see where he was exactly in this generously small closet. ‘’leave me alone Loki. W-what you did yesterday was extremely-‘’ ‘’appreciated?’’ Loki guessed with a smirk, cutting her off. ‘’wh- what?’’ ‘’appreciated, favored, wanted? The list could honestly go on darling but n summary, if you didn’t want it, you wouldn’t have came.’’ He said almost to casually. ‘’I didn’t- you manipulated the body to where I had no cho-‘’ ‘’oh yes I did, didn’t I..’’ Loki sighed in contentment, remembering their blissful time together as his hand reached out and grasped her wrist, feeling her flinch at his unexpected action at not being able to see. ‘’and how I did it again.. and again.. and again..’’ he lightly mocked, pulling her forward with no effort at all as she tried to pull back and turned her around, an arm wrapping around her middle to keep her firmly pressed up against his body. He felt her begin to struggle more upon feeling his erection and couldn’t help but chuckle. ‘’let go or I’ll-‘’ ‘’scream? Darling, with a free hand I can always have you in the same position you were in yesterday, you seem ungrateful for the bit of freedom of speech I am offering you now.’’ He tsked and she clenched her teeth, trying to find her words as she stilled in his embrace, for now. ‘’..i have a boyfriend.’’ She shot at him and she felt him laugh against her. ‘’and a terrible one at that love.’’ ‘’-you don’t know anything about it.’’ ‘’I know you spend a lot of unnecessary time anywhere else than with him, and based off how much you flinch I’d say for good reason.’’ He said almost seriously and she glared. ‘’my personal life is none of your damn business and it still gives you know right to-‘’ a hand clamped over her mouth finally and he sighed, as if having been forced as he shook his head. ‘’always in denial with it all, always fighting what you so much wish to gain and end up. Even if it is merely just a moment, why not give in to the brief feeling of relief.. the feeling freedom, choose pleasure not pain..’’ he practically whispered as he stepped forward, making her move as well before he was leaning up against her, sandwiching her between him and the wall. Her body tensed and struggled as she squeezed her eyes shut, taking deep breaths as she felt his free hand run down her body and easily unbuttoned her jeans. ‘’now, are you going to be a good girl and only make the noises I want you to make? Or will you require my magic to assist us.’’ He asked simply, his eyes flashing light green a brief moment to indicate what he meant. Her body began to shake a little as he body tried to pull from him, but what was the point. His strength didn’t give her a fighting chance, and with his magic he probably dampened the noise here anyway if she did try to trick him. giving him a glare, she nodded her head. ‘’don’t look so cross darling, I promise you’ll enjoy this just as much as you did yesterday, perhaps even more. The second time is always easiest’’ he smirked as he slowly released her mouth before he placed both hands on her hips and turned her to face him. Upon the action, she out of instinct placed her hands against his chest and with her body tensed, tried pushing him back with no such result. One of his hands cupped her cheek while his other stroked her side as he looked her eyes over in gentle understanding. ‘’let go darling, you need this..’’ he whispered. ‘’..why me?” she said, lip quivering as his thumb gently ran across it while his other hand pulled her jean zipper down. ‘’you showed me kindness, now it’s my turn.’’ He whispered before his lips started caressing her jawline and neck, nipping her here and there and sucked her skin that would guarantee her marks later while her hands gripped his shoulders as she tried fighting the sensations bubbling in her tummy and between her thighs. ‘’this will all be easier Rose if you stop fighting me..’’ he smirked against her skin before he kissed her chest, V-neck on her side and worked his way down as his fingers dragged her pants down with him. Taking off her slip ons, his lips dragged against her inner thighs as he raised one leg at a time and removed her jeans completely. His finger tips ran back up and moved behind her so he would cup her ass, squeezing and gripping as his teeth lightly latched onto her earlobe, causing her to whimper. ‘’good girl..’’ ‘’L-Loki..’’ ‘’mmm’’ he hummed in response as a hand moved under her shirt and ran back up to caress her breast, having pulled her bra up first and feeling her shiver from his touch. ‘’I d-don’t want this-‘’ He almost chuckled as he licked the crook of her neck and sucked ‘’always feeling confident enough to try to get away with lying to the god of lies’’ he gently scolded, not buying it at all as his other hand ghosted over her intimate parts through her panties. ‘’L-Loki-‘’ ‘’hush darling.. if it were true, then you wouldn’t be dripping already-‘’ *snap* With a small sound, her panties got ripped off, making her gasp, a gasp that turned into a cut off moan as soon as he immediately began rubbing her clit. She buried her face in his shoulder, trying to muffle her sounds as her cheeks reddened and he nuzzled his face into her hair. ‘’your in-denial darling, I can tell by your breathing that you’re trying to distract yourself. Just relax’’ he smirked as he used his thumb to circle her clit slowly while his index and middle finger stroked her entrance and every now and again would barely dip in. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her legs began to shake, holding onto him so she wouldn’t drop and he even pressed himself against her more to hold her up with his body, being careful not to crush her of course. ‘’it wasn’t that scary the first time was it?’’ She gave him a brief look and he gave her an indifferent one as his thumb went in wide circles in almost an agonizingly slow pace, yet she still became wet for him. ‘’now where was that special spot you seemed to love so much.. here or.. here?’’ he thought out loud to himself, his fingers stroking her in almost two different spots but both were just as equally pleasurable as she tried holding back a moan. ‘’Loki..’’ she almost whined, knowing he was prolonging things here. ‘’I can keep you here as long as I wish darling, I don’t plan on letting you go until you give me an orgasm..’’ he smirked, making her open her eyes at the sound of her freedom. ‘’orgasm, and you can leave here. or…’’ he purred and a finger dipped barely into her core, slowly moving in and out in and out while he curled it now and again. ‘’I can keep you on the brink of orgasm, that edge you’re at just before you fall so we can continue our fun that much longer.. ‘’ he smirked devilishly. So she really didn’t have a choice in the matter anyway, he was in control whether she orgasmed or not. The longer he prolonged it, the longer she was stuck here, making her hide her face in his chest as if she was excepting the fact that she was stuck. ‘’ah ah ah, look at me love, I do so love how that beautiful face of yours contorts while I make you crumble..’’ he whispered, his thumb rubbing in tight circles now, making her arch her back and lift her eyes to the ceiling as her pleasure began to build. This was wrong.. she needed to fight.. but all the while, it was such as addicting feeling, a feeling she was finding hard not to want.. She gasped as her strength seemed to fade and ecstasy seemed to rush back through her in a crash, causing her body to shiver and tears pricked her eyes as she moaned, her body not caring where they were or who could have possibly passed out side the door in that moment of pleasure as Loki didn’t even slow his advances in her moment of her orgasmic achievement she knew only he granted as he kissed her jawline and the corner of her mouth. ‘’good girl, you did so well for me darling..’’ he praised in a whisper as she caught her breath and his finger he apparently shoved up into her canal slowly slid out and his thumb on her clit slowed to help finish ride her out of it all. ‘’be pleased with yourself darling, whether you like it or not, you’ll come to realize you actually do want this..’’ he told her and straightened once she got her footing and avoided his gaze in shame. ‘’can I leave now?’’ was all she said. ‘’wait a moment darling, can’t have anyone see us both leave together.’’ He winked before he took the door handle, making her squeak and move behind the door as if he was going to just open it wide for all to see and he chuckled. ‘’until next time darling.’’ And with that, he slipped out and closed the door behind him; taking her panties with him.

#Loki Laufeyson #loki #loki god of mischief #loki odinson #loki fanfic #loki smut #loki x reader smut #loki x y/n #mcu loki #loki fluff

[galaxiasus-a]

❛  the things i’d do to you if we weren’t out in public …  ❜ sweetrav.

CONTINUE > LOAD FILE // screams in suggestive

File Name: @rotshope

There were moments that Travis has chosen to hold himself back. It had grown once he had learned how to control his impulses, to think before he did something that he considered too much, or too risky. It isn't often shown with many things he does, especially to those who barely know him. But it is especially clear when it comes to Sweets.

Often he would dial back. Sheer embarrassment, fear, or whatever excuse he could think of that he believed would justify his stubbornness. Stubbornness however was often not enough. Subtle desperation in the other's touch when he passes by his table in the dining area. Them lingering for far longer than usual, until a voice breaks from their moment to tell Sweets to get off Travis' lap and back to work. It would have usually ended there. It should have. Impulse control would have kicked in and let him go. Stubbornness would have not allowed him to dare do something that could call for Sweets making fun of him for it later. Neither was a factor when Travis immediately grabbed at his arm and prevented him from leaving. Longing for something far more than just his company.

Perhaps it was there where his wall broke down. Or perhaps it was when they both land in the storage area of the cafe, purposely choosing the darkest corner they manage to register before they both lose themselves. Sighs that escape him are quickly muffled when he leans down to meet his lips once more. Sweets' wrists were pinned against the wall, his grip so tight that despite the high he was getting he starts to get concerned. He pulls away, noting the noise of displeasure that came from him. The corners of his lips rise ever so slightly, a move so subtle that only someone as perceptive as Sweets was able to pick up. 

He gives an incredibly gentle kiss on his cheek as he moves closer to his ear. Murmuring, he asks him if he's alright, relaxing only when he was given the reassurance that he was. It gave him a reason to continue his tight hold, he knows if he falters even briefly his hands will lower and mess with the uniform Sweets was wearing. If that were to happen that would be an immediate death sentence for him. 

Instead he continues with the pepper of short kisses, lowering towards his jawline. He felt Sweets' head lift a bit so he could continue on to his neck, taking the invitation as they grew harder in pressure. He felt the other shiver, eliciting a hum from Travis as he shifted to suck on a spot on his skin to leave a mark. In a way he was holding the reins this time. A rarity of its own right, and one he knew would not last long. Sweets had made it clear many times before that he would be the one in control. Not something that Travis himself would ever complain about, if all else it simply made him more attracted to him, but his pride often refused to give in and allow it so easily. Similar to his stubbornness, where he does not where to put a stop to it until something else does. It fought against Sweets' own need, no matter how many times it would lose in the end. 

He caught the other squirming, his leg situated between Travis' own. He attempts to ignore it, not wanting to show Sweets that he was starting to get to him. Though it absolutely did not last long when he felt his knee move dangerously close upward. He sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth, a groan releasing from the back of his throat. Agitated. He pauses on the kisses along his neck, the next time his lips part he bites down on his skin. Not enough to cause damage, but enough to leave a noticeable bruise. He realizes then that his body was shaking, anticipation craving for something that they frustratingly can not have. He straightens up so he can rest his forehead against Sweets', breathing heavily against his lips. Hearing the other giggle earned him a glare, mumbling a curse under his breath as he shifts to press a gentle kiss on the other's forehead. He can not fathom the way he was acting right now. Had he fully registered any of it he very well believed he would be hating himself for being weak in the knees over Sweets. Sighing, he focuses on the way the other moves his head, confused at first. Body freezing when he heard the claim whispered in his ear. 

He groans again, though less frustrated and more genuinely annoyed. "God damn it." He curses under his breath, using all his might to not slam Sweets' hands against the wall again because he did not want to risk hurting him. He moves his body closer to his, deepening the harsher kiss. Heavy breaths shared between them that turn to whimpers as heat spreads from his stomach to his chest. Moments where his lips part he can feel Sweets' tongue slip in, a shiver traveling down his spine. It was enough for his hold to start to falter. He can feel Sweets' smirk through the kiss and it is driving him mad. 

"I hate you so damn much." He rasps out once they break away. Not something people would usually say during these moments he realizes, but his partner knows he wasn't serious. Despite his words there was an undeniable softness in his eyes, an expression so loving that it was only ever reserved for when the both of them were alone. The giggle that elicits from him worsens the red blush that was already present in his flushed face. Stubbornness and the like will never be enough to hold back on the fact that he trusts him so deeply to show this side of him. 

Fingers release him one by one, sliding up the palm of his hand to slipping in the spaces inbetween the others'. He's satisfied when he feels Sweets secure the gesture, now actually holding his hands as he keeps him there. Humming to himself, he leans forward. Right before he meets his lips he stops. Risking himself to keep in charge to test how far he can go with it. He keeps eye contact, staring right at him as his voice lowers into a hushed whisper against his lips. "Then go back out there and finish your shift. Or, I'll bet they can handle themselves out there if we leave early. Either way best to not keep waiting." 

#before u ask this was 1.1k words #the formatter isnt working for me so have it at its rawest #what if i just posted this and not acknowledge it in chat #i have to eat dinner #i said i was gonna finish this before new years and then i DID #love u mel i appreciate everything that u do for me happy new years i hope this next year is easier and u can escape from tn soon #[ * rotshope. | travis/sweets. ✦ you are the one thing that i got right ; you turned the darkness into sunlight ] #suggestive / #I WANNA DIE THIS WASNT EVEN EMBARRASSING FOR ME I JUST HATE HOW ITS WRITTEN #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #GET IT SWEETS #U DESERVE IT #AFTER SO MUCH SUFFERING AND YEARS OF NOTHING #GOOD FOR HIM #HE WINS THIS YEAR

[sergeantxrogers]

| mizaru - see no evil |

Summary: Working for Alexander Pierce had never been easy. With his new secret project, however, it gets a little harder to stay on the “right” track.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of torture/abuse, death, possible cliffhanger

This is part 1 in a three-part mini-series.

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CONFIDENTIAL

Project: The Winter Soldier Program, cont. Authorization: Level 10 - Pierce, Alexander Goodwin Date: 12/17/1945, disc. - 05/20/2014 Subject No.: 17

Your eyes burned into the file on your desk. You were too afraid to open it. Yes, as his executive assistant, you had demanded Pierce tell you what was going on behind the scenes, but that didn’t make you any less hesitant to read the horrid details. 

You knew whose picture would be staring back at you once you opened the file. You had heard enough about the program to know who he was, and who he had become. What you didn’t know, and what you were intent on finding out, was why Pierce, of all people, needed him, and what for. 

With a deep breath, you straightened your back in your office chair, and reached for the file with reluctant fingers. Sure enough, light eyes met yours when you opened it. Tired eyes, the spirit in them broken and bent so far it was unrecognizable. Hair not short yet, awkwardly, not long either. His cheeks sunken in and eye sockets dull. 

The time stamp on the picture of Test Subject No. 17 showed it was taken in the 40s. The fresh scarring on his shoulder told you as much. Bucky Barnes had only just splintered, had fought his last fight and was ready to give in. You could see it in the way he pleaded to the camera with his eyes, in the way his shoulders slumped slightly, in the way the frown on his face seemed indifferent. It made a chill run down your spine, and you flipped the picture over, unable to look at it any longer, even though you knew it made no difference. 

Pierce had you sworn in to the project the minute he agreed to hand you the file: everything you knew now put your life at risk. Therefore, you were to work with him. He needed you there, he had said. 

You could flip the picture over and ignore it all you wanted, but in an hour you were going to be sitting in a room with the very man from the photo, and thinking about it made you feel uneasy. The nerves weren’t from fear; you knew perfectly well the Winter Soldier wouldn’t hurt you unless ordered to do so. You suspected the queasy feeling in your stomach was more out of hurt, for him. 

Your suspicion was only confirmed as you continued reading the file, reports from each study, each test, each wiping. The string of words that made him what he was:  Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать, Рассвет, Печь, Девять, Добросердечный, Возвращение на Родину, Один, Товарный вагон.

Zola’s reports that had been retrieved from archives deep in the government’s systems were arguably the worst, explaining in explicit detail all the things they did to make James Barnes comply when he wasn’t feeling cooperative. Pictures of lashes on his bare back, on his chest, on his good arm. Reports of retracting meals for days at a time. Burn marks in the shape of HYDRA’s crest on his stomach and ribcage, bloody noses, blood dripping out of his mouth, discoloring his teeth, broken from clenching hard and fighting back. Disciplinary methods.

You slammed the file shut. 

Inhaling deeply in an attempt to clear your head, you gathered the file along with a few additional papers in your hands, and pushed your chair back. Checking the time on your wrist watch, you stood up from your desk with a small sigh. 9 a.m. on the dot. 

Smiling at the occasional agent and intern that would pass by you and wave, you made your way to the elevator, trying to keep your jittery nerves at bay. Finger shaking slightly as you pressed the button for the lobby, your own reflection stared back at you in the closed elevator doors, and you headed down.

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You thanked the taxi driver after paying, slamming the door shut behind you. The Ideal Federal Savings Bank loomed above you, and it pushed a sense of dread into your throat as you remembered why you were there. Walking in, files in hand, your shoes echoed on the tiled floors throughout the almost empty lobby. The only things you could see were a desk with an older woman sitting behind it, a large sign reading Bank Teller above it, and a man in a long, white coat standing beside it. Waiting for you. Scientist, you realized. 

Swallowing heavily and fiddling with the edges of the papers in your hands, you saw the young man nod at you, then motion for you to follow him. You did, following him through a set of bar doors. And another one. And another one. Until you were so far into the jail-like bars that you couldn’t see the bank teller anymore when you looked behind you. 

Following him through one last set of bars, you saw a group of several more scientists dressed just like the man Pierce had sent out to get you. They stood in a vault, surrounded by hundreds of safe deposit boxes. You saw your boss, and when he turned to greet you as you walked in, you saw him. 

Sitting in the chair placed in the middle of the room, he made no move to acknowledge the fact that someone new had just walked in, keeping his eyes focused on the wall in front of him. Empty, devoid and blank. Clad in dark leathers and a belted vest, black pants on him with multiple pockets, the knife strapped to his thigh gleamed in the overhead lights. The man sitting in front of you in this room wasn’t the Bucky Barnes you read about in history articles, or saw pictures of in the museum. The man before you was hardly a man, in fact. More like a machine working only on code and binary numbers. Your gut clenched as Pierce spoke. 

“You’re late,” he said blankly.

“Sorry sir, traffic,” you explained shortly, shrugging a shoulder lamely. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the Soldier, sitting tensely as if waiting for the order to pounce at any given moment. 

���Yeah, well,” Pierce exhaled, clapping his hands loudly. The sound made you jump slightly, and your heart almost failed you when the Soldier’s watchful eyes flickered to you for a split second, a faint furrow in his brow, then went back to the wall. 

“You’re just sitting in today.”

“Wh- huh?” You whipped your head towards Pierce, eyebrows raised slightly in question.

“You’ll just be observing today. Writing down things when I say, handing me reports. Just watching.”

“Oh.”

You nodded slowly, then stepped your way steadily to the chair in the corner of the vault. It gave you a vantage point of everything. 

Pierce turned his attention away from you, facing the soldier sitting mutely in front of him. 

“Mission report.” His voice cut through the thick air in the vault, and you sat with baited breath as you watched the soldier raise his eyes slightly to look up at your boss.

“Успешный.“

The word rolled off his tongue effortlessly, immediately, the way he was trained to do, and his hollow voice echoed in the vault. Your eyes caught sight of the red star painted on his arm, the silver metal catching the light. 

For a moment you wondered how different he would look with his old left arm, flesh and blood and bone instead of cold, grinding metal. A memory of his picture in the Smithsonian crossed your mind, hair shorter and face bright back then, standing next to Captain America. He had a smile on his face, whereas looking at him now, you wondered how much they had to wear him down for his face to look like it never had the capability to do anything else other than stare blankly. 

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Pierce’s contemplating hum. He swiveled on his heel, looking towards you. 

“Take a note for me, would you?”

You nodded frantically, fumbling with the pen in your fingers. Whether it was nerves, or the cold air in the room, or the puncturing glare of the Fist of HYDRA staring you down, it took you a while to finally get the pen upright, positioning it above your open notepad. 

“Write...,” Pierce started, pacing back and forth slowly between you and the soldier. “Write that the mission was successful, and that part 2 is in action.”

You scribbled what he said down with furrowed brows, then glanced up at him, confused. “What was the mission?”

“Killing Nick Fury.”

His words hit you like a slap across the face, unexpected and very, very painful. Immediately, you thought back to all the times Fury had come to visit Pierce, greeting you politely at your desk, asking you about your day. Why did he need Fury dead?

Instead of letting it show, you cleared your throat. “And, uh- what’s part 2?”

“Initiating Project Insight, of course.”

You nodded in understanding, dropping your eyes back to your notepad. The pen in your hand was slipping, your grip all of a sudden too sweaty.

Pierce muttered something to one of the scientists closest to him, then turned towards the exit. 

“Wipe him.”

Those two words made the Winter Soldier’s head shoot up, eyes flitting around him, taking in the scientists and guards reaching for his arms and chest, pushing him back. Pierce turned his head back to look at you over his shoulder.

“Let’s go. We’ve got a lot of work to do.” 

You scurried over to where he stood, not looking back as you walked through the bars through which you had come only moments before. You didn’t have to look, though. His screams and grunts of protest echoed throughout the vault, down the hallway, through your very bones, and as you walked you wondered how much of his humanity was really left untouched by HYDRA.

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Studying the Winter Soldier had become standard protocol in your job description. It started with just compiling and sorting the files of all agents involved in Project Insight, which led to logging all the soldier’s missions. After a month of that, Pierce had you as executive to the project. You were to sit in at every meeting with him, catalog and report every detail. Eventually, Pierce gave the role of “interviewer” over to you, claiming it was easy enough and he had bigger things to worry about.

You started spending more time at the bank than at your desk, maybe even your apartment. The bank teller at the front, whose name you had learned to be Amelia, greeted you kindly every time you came in. There was no more need for any scientists or agents to wait for you, to lead you down the tunnel of barred doors, to bring you to the Winter Soldier. 

Your job was to visit him every single day, keep track of progress, or possible regression, and lead the program. You hated it. You hated it because of the way he would seem to sit up straighter when he saw you coming, hated it because of the way he never really looked you in the eyes and flinched ever so slightly whenever you made any sudden movement. The number of agents guarding you had slowly dwindled too, falling to a measly two once they realized the soldier saw you as no threat and would do nothing to harm you. For that, in a way, you were almost grateful. Being watched and scrutinized by them had made you anxious, pressured, wondering if you could really even do your job. 

You sighed as you made your way through the bars, waving off the two guards posted at front, and they made their way out into the hallway to wait. One hour. One hour, every day, and without fail, the moment the hour was up the guards were storming back into the vault and grabbing the soldier by his shoulders. You, however, were out of there before he could open his mouth for the first scream. You would be sick otherwise. 

“Well, Soldat,” you cleared your throat, and the man sitting mutely in front of you nodded once. 

You stood awkwardly, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Without any active missions or specific instructions from Pierce, most of your daily meetings went the same: you’d pull up your chair to sit in front of him, he’d stare blankly into your eyes as you asked him technical questions, and you’d feel a dull pang in your heart the entire hour.

That was just how it went.

You sighed again, heavily, as you pulled up your chair and sat down. 

As you stared at him, you had to remind yourself to keep your tongue tied, to refrain from mentioning anything from his past life, refrain from even mentioning his real name. You knew he was Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier, however, did not. And Pierce intended to keep it that way.

So, you started the routine questions.

What have you eaten today? Хлеб и курица.

Have you drank water today? Да.

What was your last mission? Устранение Ника Фьюри.

He always answered in Russian, and you couldn’t understand him but you had asked the same questions enough times that you could tell if he gave a different answer than usual. Most days, it was the same.

You hummed in response, jotting down a note on your open notepad. You peered up at him from beneath your lashes, to find him looking down at your notes, with a peculiar expression on his face. It was almost a childlike curiosity. 

“Can you write?” you asked him, and his eyes flicked up to yours. He nodded, only once, as he always did. 

“Do you... do you want to write something?”

You asked the question with hesitancy, slightly pushing the notepad in his direction, and he glanced down at it, before up at you again. 

Slowly, with narrowed eyes, as if he were assessing a threat, he pulled the pad from your hand, then the pen from your other one. It looked ridiculous in his hand, small and fragile, as he held it. The soldier glanced up at you again, a question of hesitance in his eyes, and you nodded.

“Go ahead,” you told him.

He eyed the pen carefully, then brought it to the paper.

You had expected his handwriting to be messy, scrawled with the brute carelessness he held in the taking of other lives. It was actually the other half of him: the half that was beaten into compliance, trained into submission. His handwriting was neat, sterile, straight. As if he was taught that messy writing would give him a beating, which left you wondering for the thousandth time if there was any part of him HYDRA had left uncovered, unscarred. 

You leaned in to get a better look at what he had written.

Возвращение на pодину.

You’d studied enough to recognize the words, and their meaning. Homecoming. What you didn’t understand was why he had chosen those specific words to write. 

He saw the confused look on your face, then carefully pointed to the words, saying them out loud like it would help you realize something you couldn’t before.

Giving him a small shake of your head, you took the notepad and pen back.

 “You can understand English, right?”

You realized it was a stupid question the minute it left your mouth, because you knew he spoke English if he was “out” for too long, but he nodded anyways.

“So, why speak in Russian?” In your mind, it was a valid question. HYDRA was German.

“KGB.” 

Three letters spoken simply, barren, yet they told you everything you needed to know. You looked at him for a moment, thinking of him being shipped to different organizations around the world, like some sort of weapon, used whichever way they pleased. A feeling of sadness and violation for him swam in your gut as you met his dulled out, blue eyes. 

It was moments like these that had you finding yourself weak, willing to lose your job and possibly your life if it meant you could tell him who he really was. If it meant you could show him a picture of his best friend and he would be able to recognize him. 

You cleared your throat, about to ask him another question, when sudden footsteps echoed through the hallway leading to the fault. Both of you turned your heads to the sound, the soldier’s body tensing up and turning toward the entrance. 

Pierce stormed in, looking as livid as you had ever seen him, guards trailing in behind him. 

“There’s been a breach,” he huffed out, and you gave him a confused look.

He pointed a finger at the soldier next to you. “You’re coming with me tonight.”

After that sentence, he turned on his heel, and on instinct the Winter Soldier stood to follow. 

“You too, Y/N,” Pierce called out. You looked up at the man standing tall next to you, towering over you with a solid expression on his face. He tilted his head, ever so slightly, as if he was saying “Come on”. So you stood, and you followed, guards rearing up behind you. 

You tried not to pay too much attention to the dangerous form who had seemingly taken a step closer to you. Acting as a shield, almost. Almost.

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The Winter Soldier stood before you, waiting for instructions. You were to prep him for his biggest mission yet, one Pierce hadn’t told you. Your instructions, however vague they may have been, were clear enough: prepare the soldier for life or death. 

As you checked and rechecked the tightness of his harnesses and gun straps, you tried avoiding his eyes as much as possible, as they followed you carefully, watching your every move. You had tried pulling information about his mission out of him, but Bucky answered all your curious questions with a simple and curt nyet. He wasn’t allowed to tell you, no matter how often you were with him, because a greater threat with higher authority was always hanging above his head, finger on the trigger ready to take his life at any given moment. 

A soft sigh left your lips as you handed the soldier another knife, just in case, and he took it from your hand with fluid ease. You watched him tuck it into the holster on his thigh, movements calculated and expression stoic. 

“You seem ready enough to me,” you muttered, crossing your arms and letting your eyes fall to the heavy boots on his feet. You eyed his mask- his muzzle- in the corner of the room, laying by a free pair of gloves and a set of bullets, and swallowed heavily. 

If this were any other usual mission, you’d hand it over to him. But you were strictly instructed not to. You were to leave his face bare, and you didn’t know why but you had a feeling it was part of Pierce’s bigger plan, bigger picture, something that fit like a puzzle piece into the long run. 

He saw the absent look in your eyes, and followed your gaze to look behind his shoulder. Catching sight of the mask, he turned his head back towards you and tilted it slightly.

“Без маски?“

His gravelly voice pulled you out of your stupor, and your eyes met his. You shook your head. 

The soldier shifted his weight, favoring his right leg, as he stared at you, arms down by his sides.

“You ready?”

A nod.

“Should I let Pierce know?”

Another nod.

You swallowed back the bitter taste of worry on your tongue as you dialed Pierce’s number, because you weren’t even sure what you were so worried about. It would be fine. It always was.

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“Steve Rogers?”

The disbelief was evident in your voice, concern dripping off your words.

Pierce nodded, as you followed him into his office.

The night before, Pierce had given his number one player a new assignment. He had made you leave the room when he told him, for reasons he refused to disclose. It was the mission you had prepped him for, unknowingly sending him into his hardest battle yet.

“And- and the Widow, too?”

You almost tripped over your own feet making your way to his desk. He sat down, exhaling a long, annoyed breath as you stood in front of him. 

“With all due respect, sir, what the hell?”

Pierce brought a hand up to his head, rubbing his temple. 

“Sitwell sold us out. I can’t have that.”

“So you’re having him eliminated? Captain America, too?”

Pierce simply nodded, and you let out a small sigh, realizing you would get nowhere with him. 

“I hope you know how insane that sounds.”

“I know.”

“And how hard it’ll be to do.”

“Not for the asset.”

You flinched internally at the name he used for- for Bucky. 

“Captain America is a hard man to kill, Pierce.”

He merely shrugged. “The Winter Soldier is a hard man to escape.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, boss.”

And with that, you left his office.

Your walk to your desk was a silent one, your shoes scuffing the tiles as you plopped yourself down into your seat, muttering to yourself about not being paid enough for this shit. 

As you rested your bag on the wooden desk, the pile of files and notes shifted underneath it and your notepad caught your eye. Carefully, you pulled it out from under the pile, opening it to the last used page. The Winter Soldier’s neat handwriting sat in the middle, strokes careful and with meaning. You heard his voice in your mind, repeating the words to you, and you dragged a finger softly along the pen marks. 

A quiet beep pulled your attention from the notepad to the phone on your desk, a small red button blinking at the bottom. You gave a small sigh, and pressed it. 

“Yes, sir?”

“We’re going to the bank,” Pierce’s voice seeped through the speaker. You hung up, then looked back at your notepad. Turning back to see if Pierce had left his office yet, you ripped the page out, leaving the edge messy and jagged as you opened a drawer and shoved it inside, slamming it shut. 

Gathering your papers again, and your notepad, you stood from your chair just as Pierce showed up. 

“C’mon, he’s back and I don’t have all day.” Well, he was in a good mood.

The ride to the bank was a quiet one. Once you got there, Pierce shot out of the car like a man with a mission, and you had to speed walk to keep up with him. 

Greeting Amelia with a smile, a pinch of worry seized you when she gave you a small, worried smile back, eyes shifting between you and Pierce. Making your way down the hall, the first thing you noticed was the abundance of guards. More than usual. 

You followed Pierce and two guards as they led the two of you to the soldier. In front of the doors, stood a neat looking man, in a dress shirt and tie, glasses perched on his nose. 

“He’s unstable-” he told Pierce, but it seemed you were the only one paying him any attention as you gave him a fearful look. 

When you walked into the vault, you felt a queasiness building in your stomach as you took in the difference in scenarios. Unlike the indifferent, cold, almost bordering on bored soldier you were used to seeing every day, this one seemed... distressed. The doctor working on his arm when you walked in stepped back as Pierce waved everyone around him away. You glanced at the soldier sitting shirtless in the chair, and didn’t let your eyes linger too long as you glanced away. 

“Mission report,” Pierce demanded, as if he already knew what had happened, but wanted to hear it from the man himself. Like a father scolding his child.

Bucky stayed silent, staring down at the floor with a pained look in his eyes. You swallowed. 

“Mission report, now.”

When he refused to speak again, Pierce walked up to him slowly. You stood behind him, fiddling with the edge of your papers again as you watched. 

Kneeling down slightly in front of him, Pierce looked at him for a moment before landing a harsh slap to the soldier’s face, sending his head shooting to the right. A soft gasp left your mouth before you could stop yourself, and the soldier brought his head back to glance at you, before speaking. 

“The man on the bridge...,” he said with furrowed brows. “Who was he?”

The English caught you by surprise. You hadn’t even realized how long he had been out of cryo, and you swallowed again. 

Pierce stared at him for a moment. “You met him earlier on another assignment.”

He spoke to him as if he were a child, you realized. They all did. They treated this man that they had broken down and rebuilt into something horrible, like a child who asked too may questions about things he shouldn’t need or want to know. 

The distress in Bucky’s eyes as he spoke told you what you wanted to know. He had remembered something, someone, and fled. 

“I knew him.” His words were quiet, and unsure.

As he said them, and as Pierce pulled over a chair- your chair- to sit down, the soldier looked at you again. You almost heard the snapping of your heartstrings as you took in the look on his face. 

His shoulders rose and fell and he dropped his focus back to Pierce, now sitting in front of him. 

“Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century. And I need you to do it one more time.”

The soldier’s eyes filled with worry as he shifted them to the side.

“Society’s at a tipping point between order and chaos. Tomorrow morning we’re gonna give it a push. But, if you don’t do your part, I can’t do mine.”

Pierce spoke, but it seemed like Bucky’s mind was elsewhere, reeling and thinking. You shifted uncomfortably beside them, watching the exchange.

“And HYDRA can’t give the world the freedom it deserves,” Pierce continued. 

The soldier brought his eyes up to look at Pierce. 

“But I knew him,” he said, voice wavering and face pulling into something pained, as if it took him all his strength to say those four words. 

Pierce sighed, then stood. 

“Prep him,” he said to the man who was stood at front when you had first come in. 

“He’s been out of cryofreeze for too long...”

As they spoke, you stood bolted to your spot, watching the soldier act more human than you had ever seen him. His eyes flicked up to yours, and you noticed they were filling up with tears.

You gave him a little shake of your head, opening your mouth but failing to say anything as you heard Pierce tell the men to wipe him, and start over again. 

You watched with trembling fingers and weak knees as they pushed him back, like they had so many times before, shoving a mouth guard between his teeth, and he took it willingly. His eyes stared off into the space in front of him, and it was only when they chained him did you realize you were blinking back your own tears. 

Pierce motioned with his head for you to follow him as Bucky started screaming, and you walked out of the vault, his cries of pain echoing and following you through the hallway. 

Once the heavy bank door had shut behind you, you let out a deep, stale breath you didn’t know you were holding.

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“Please, please, I’m just- I’m not-”

You stumbled over your words, tears falling freely down you cheeks as you kneeled on the floor in front of Natasha Romanoff, hands clasped tightly together in front of you. Begging to be spared.

“I’m just- I’m just his assistant,” you swore, pleading up at her, eyes flicking cautiously between her eyes and the loaded gun in her hand. 

She hummed, then turned her head to Fury, who nodded at her.

“I know her. Good kid.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief as Natasha then reached out her hand for you. You took it hesitantly, standing up on wobbly legs. You had only then found enough strength in yourself to throw a glance at Pierce’s body bleeding out on the floor, Nick Fury’s bullet lodged in his abdomen, shards of glass surrounding him. 

“Thank you,” you whispered to Fury, then turned to Natasha and repeated yourself, nodding frantically.

“Hope you’re not too mad we killed your boss.”

The casual way Natasha had said the sentence almost made you laugh. You shrugged.

“It... the pay was shit, anyways.” 

Something outside caught your eye, and you moved over to the window of Pierce’s office to get a better look. Falling from the largest Helicarrier, and the one currently falling apart, out from the smoke and fire was Captain America’s shield. Your eyes followed it as it fell into the water, and then your snapped them back to the Helicarrier. Where was Steve? Where was Bucky? Why did the shield fall? How long do they both have before that thing completely collapses into the water?

A million questions and thoughts ran through your mind as you watched, hands plastered on the glass, smudging it as if you could somehow hold the Helicarrier up yourself long enough for both men to get off. You wished you could.

“C’mon, Rogers. Don’t be a pussy,” Fury muttered behind you, and you turned your attention to him.

“I thought you were dead.”

Your voice sounded blank and hollow to your own ears, and Fury rested a heavy hand on your shoulder. 

“It’s a long story for another time.”

Your heart jolted when your eyes caught new movement. 

Natasha let out a strangled “No” at the same time a gasp left your body. Steve Rogers fell from the Helicarrier, body heavy and lifeless as the water swallowed it whole. Your knees gave out from the shock, and you collapsed, hands sliding down the glass window. 

“Oh, God, please...,” you whispered as fresh tears hit. 

Tears, for Steve. Tears, for Bucky. For Steve because he lost his life trying to get his best friend back. How cruel of Pierce to send the Winter Soldier to Steve Rogers as a familiar face, without a mask, knowing it would make him weaker. And how cruel of him to send Bucky Barnes on a mission to kill his best friend, brainwashed and confused, doing only what he’s told with no control over stopping it.

You cried, and you cried some more. You sat at the window until dark fell upon the river, the expanse of the sky lowering in brightness until you heard Natasha’s boots crunching on broken glass behind you. You sniffled, staring blankly at the spot where Steve had fell into the water, when she called to you.

“We found him.”

Those three words made your heart race erratically. 

“Is- is he...”

“He’s still alive.”

A surge of relief flooded through you at the realization that Steve Rogers was, in fact, not dead. Tears breached your lash line again, however, when something else came to mind. That also meant that Bucky hadn’t killed his best friend, and he wouldn’t have to live with that for the rest of his life. A small victory in comparison to the dozens of lives he’d already eradicated, but it was the quality of it that counted. 

Glass shifted and crunched under your feet as you tried your best to ignore Pierce’s body still on the floor, long gone and only taunting you at this point, while you followed Natasha out the door.

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James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes

Born in 1916, Barnes grew up the oldest child of four. An excellent athlete who also excelled in the classroom, Barnes enlisted in the Army shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor. After winter training at Camp McCoy, Wisconsin, Barnes and the rest of the 107th shipped out to the Italian front. Captured by Hydra troops later that fall, Barnes endured long periods of isolation, depravation and torture. But his will was strong. In an ironic twist of fate, his prison camp was liberated by none other than his childhood friend, Steve Rogers, now Captain America.

Reunited, Barnes and Rogers led Captain America’s newly formed unit, The Howling Commandos. Barnes’ marksmanship was invaluable as Rogers and his team destroyed Hydra bases and disrupted Nazi troop movements throughout the European Theater.

Your eyes took in each and every word, flittering across the exhibit, taking in information, looking at his old pictures. You stopped when you came across one of Bucky and Steve smiling together, and the corner of your lips lifted.

Ignoring the crowd of people behind you, movement caught your eye. To your right, standing right where you had stood moments before as you read his exhibit, was the Winter Soldier. Only now, he was Bucky Barnes. 

Standing in a dark, heavy jacket, with a baseball cap covering his hair, you watched him read his own biography. You slowly took a step toward him, and that was when he noticed you. 

A flash of recognition shone in his eyes as he clenched his jaw. You could tell he remembered you, if only a bit, by the way he turned to face you, instead of to run. 

“Do you know me?”

Your question was soft, and inviting. 

After a moment of hesitation, he gave you a slow nod.

“You worked with that guy... that important guy who always talked to me,” he muttered, eyes scanning the crowd behind you to see if anyone was listening.

You nodded. “That’s right.”

Slowly, you pulled something out of your pocket, and you saw his shoulders tense, so you put your free hand out in front of you.

“It’s okay, I just...”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed in on your hand, and recollection flooded his features as he realized what you held out to him.

In your hand, yellow and crinkled, with a jagged, ripped edge and pencil parks along the sides, was a paper. The paper you had ripped out from your notepad, with three words in Russian sitting pretty in the middle.

Bucky swallowed heavily, and took a step closer to you, blue eyes locking onto yours.

“How did you know I’d be here?”

You shrugged, giving him a small smile. “I had a pretty good guess.”

He stayed silent, then looked over his shoulder, checking again. Just in case.

“So,” he said quietly, “what now?”

You smiled at him, folding the paper up neatly and putting it back in your pocket as you spoke.

“I have a plan. Ever been to Bucharest?”

____________________

Translation:

- Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать, Рассвет, Печь, Девять, Добросердечный, Возвращение на Родину, Один, Товарный вагон. - Longing, rusted, seventeen, daybreak, furnace, nine, benign, homecoming, one, freight car.

- Успешный - Successful

- Хлеб и курица. - Bread and chicken.

- Дa. - Yes.

- Устранение Ника Фьюри - Elimination of Nick Fury.

- Без маски? - No mask?

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Teasing Jerkwad

request: Post Prison Reid having this sense of new found confidence after he’s gotten out. Falls in love with a shy quiet techie girl at the BAU and does whatever he can to make her flustered and blushy just because he’s a cocky arrogant asshole who also happens to be in love with her. Always calling her nicknames and rubbing her shoulders when she’s doing some techy stuff on her computer per his request, kissing her forehead, praising her and holding deep eye contact pls write this I love you so much

Warnings: cursing, 

A/N: I love you too my dear!

The first time you had met Spencer Reid was when he had returned from jail. He was dressed in a suit, a few bruises dressed around his eyes. You had just started working at the office as Penelope’s “liege”. She was basically your mentor.

You were in your corner of Penelope’s office, drinking coffee and browsing on your phone when He and Penelope came in laughing. You turned in your swivel chair, meeting their eyes.

“Hey Penelope...”

“Oh oh oh! You two haven’t met yet! Y/L/N, this is our resident genius Dr. Spencer Reid! Spencer this is my liege Y/L/N. She started working a few weeks ago! You’ll love her.”

The coffee in your mouth almost escapes, you had heard of Dr. Reid and his whole jail situation. You had tried your best to gather proof to get him out and actually you were quite successful.

“Reid, Y/L/N was actually the one who gathered most of the proof to get you out of there. Neither of us would go home until we got you out of there, she’s been up almost every night to get you out as fast as possible.”

“Pen! Don’t expose me like that! I’m so sorry Dr. Reid, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

You stumble over your own feet, waving in front of him. You had heard about his germ issue and wouldn’t dare give this guy a reason to hate you.

“Call me Spencer, and thank you so much for everything.”

He seemed so sweet. 

It didn’t last long.

After your meeting with the man he was never too far, He started calling you daily, or even just coming in with requests to look things up. 

“C’mon Honey, just look it up?”

“Y-you’re a genius! Don’t you know this stuff already? This is child’s play!”

“Please?”

He leaned down, your back facing him as you sat in front of your three computers. His arms wrapped around you from behind, whispering in your ear.

“For me?”

A crazy red blush crawls up your neck, slightly annoyed at the tall man. 

“Go ask Pen! I- I’m busy!”

“Okay fine, just real quick can you look up-”

“Out!”

He sighs, hugging you tighter before releasing you and patting your shoulders. He walks away and the door shuts, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.

“Oh my god he’s gonna kill me one day.”

A few days later you’re working your first case alongside Penelope. It’s exhilarating, having to gather information at light speed is stressful, but nothing too bad.

The phone rings and Penelope answers, both of you working your fingers as fast as possible as Spencer’s voice rings out.

“What’s up doc?”

“Hey Garcia, hey princess,” you could feel Penelope’s eyes drift to you, her mouth dropping, “I need you to find someone for me. Try a man who’s been to rehab for drug abuse over three times, also been to jail. White, and married with two kids.”

You do as he says, finding twenty matches.

“Twenty matches.”

“Alright, his kids are between the ages of ten and fifteen. Maybe twins?”

“Two matches. Sending them over now.”

“Thanks princess, you’re the best.”

“N-no issue.”

He hangs up and Penelope turns her body to face you.

“Princess? He calls you princess?”

Your cheeks lit up bright red, embarrassed at her realization.

“Oh you like him!”

“No! He’s a teasing asshole who won’t let me do my job for three seconds without toying with me!”

“A teasing asshole who you you like.”

You try you’re hardest to fight the smile off of your face, but it’s no use, A wide grin has already smacked itself onto your lips at the thought of the hot doctor.

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If only that smile had lasted.

God, Spencer was such a tease it hurt. He always had his hands on you, he was always so close. So damn close to your face, but never for too long. He always left as soon as he got you as flustered as possible.

And you were starting to get annoyed. He’s just been playing with your emotions for so long, toying with you like a kid with a doll. 

“Hey princess, where you going?”

“As far away from you as possible.”

“Awww don’t be like that!”

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, which you forcefully shrug off while crossing into yours and Penelope’s office.

“I have things to file Doctor. Please let me work in peace.”

The one and only thing that peeved Spencer was the fact that you never called him Spencer. Or even just Reid. It was always sir or Doctor. It peeved Spencer so much that he grabbed your wrists and pushed you along in the room with his body until you both hit your desks, luckily, Penelope wasn’t in the room, or you’d have pushed him off.

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Spencer huh? You hate me that much?”

“I don’t hate you! I just... You tease me so much and its the only way... That I can get even...”

He truly couldn’t stop the smile that grew as your words grew quieter with every syllable. You looked so shy and innocent whilst admitting your fault. He just wanted to ruin your innocence right then and there.

But he knew better than that. Instead, he released your wrists and set his hands on the sides of your face, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You flushed into a deep crimson color, looking down in embarrassment.

“You were trying to fight by calling me doctor? Really? You couldn’t think of anything better?”

He asked, crouching down to your height to meet your gaze. His watching eyes only made you blush harder.

“Well I was going to ignore you but I was gonna miss you.”

Your lips were pursed as you whine, your hands awkwardly sticking to his forearms as he continues to smirk.

“Aww Sweetheart... You are so fucking adorable.”

He says before leaning in, pausing briefly to check for any signs that you don’t want this, but when you close your eyes, tilting your head up slightly, he leans in further, melding your lips together.

His lips are soft, plump, they feel like they were made for yours specifically. They felt so perfect. So wonderful.

When he pulls away, you can still feel his smile even before you open your eyes. You could feel how he had waited for so long to kiss you.

“Can I take you to dinner tonight?”

a simple nod was all he needed to answer his question.

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[0oolookitsme]

Hat

Pairing- Model!Harry x Designer!Y/n Genre- Blurb Word Count- 733 Warnings- smut. A/n- Holaaaaa! Here’s the second blurb of ‘Ficsmas for Xmas’! Enjoy!

“How about this one?”.

Y/n’s fast paced words reached his ears, along with her unstable breathing. He felt her place another hat on his head, and took in the sight of her. Sweat on her forehead, a soft frown between her brows and lips plumped up and red, due to the constant teeth bearing on it. He lowered his head down a little from the front and grabbed the hat’s head, wiggle his brows at her, playfully but also to ask how he looks.

Finishing with her observation, she took the hat off of him, in hurry to see if any model is mixing in with the rest, as each of them need to stand out. 

Just as she turned the knob of the door, Harry grabbed ahold of her synthetic scarf’s hold, snatching it away from her neck and placed it on his. Smirking.

“We haven’t got time for that, Harry!”, Y/n groaned as she moved forward to untie the scarf from around his neck. It isn’t like she isn’t wet by the sight of him standing in see-through white shirt, unbuttoned, with his black suspenders joining with his black pants. Oh, the way that hat is just contributing in getting her wet along with that smirk on his face.

In a swift, her hands were trapped by his one hand and her wrists were being tied with that scarf.  

Keeping her tied hands on her back, he spoke, “this good?”, cause no matter how bad he wants to do it, if she doesn’t want to, then he doesn’t want to either. “Make it quick,” her words made him frown. “That doesn’t answer my question,” and he literally saw y/n’s love for him fill in her haimish irises.

“I really want to cup your face right now, but I can’t.. and yeah, that’s fantastic,” she whispered, trying to get up, by pressing her tummy on the table with more pressure, but stopped and sighed in content when Harry bent down to kiss her, instead.   

He unbuttoned her pants and let them fall down to her ankles, till her sneakers, her panties going right along. Without much await he quickly thrusted his two fingers in her, rubbing his bulge on her butt, as he cock hardened when he felt her arousal slip down his finger and onto the palm of his hand.

“You can go in now, Harry,” Y/n told him, trying her best not to groan when he slipped his finger out of her but she failed at it, and prepared herself for the red hand print on her arse when he massaged it once. 

Sound of a loud slap filled the room, a smirk pulling up on Harry’s face as he watched her arse cheek jiggle for a bit, before he slowly pushed himself in. Moving as soon as Y/n showed a thumbs up to him. 

He increased the pace with each thrust, stretching her out and filling her up. He knew he’s reaching closer and closer to her spot when her legs started quivering ever so lightly. The moment y/n found out that the hat is actually on her head and not on Harry’s was when Harry’s raspy voice reached her ears, "stay still, my love, don't want that hat to get dirty,". 

“Harry, fucking hell, someone's coming," Y/n informed, completely ruining his dirty talk in a minute, but her eyes grew wider with every passing second as she heard the footsteps get closer and closer. Is the door even locked?

She heard him chuckle before he said, "Yeah, you are," with a voice laced with smugness. She shrieked and somehow kicked his ankle lightly, "I'm not joking!", and internally sighed when those footsteps came to a halt. "Close, Harry, I'm very close,”.

His hand went to her clit as he mumbled, "let's make this fast then, shall we?". Rubbing it up and down in a fast pace, his thrusts also got faster and harder, the skin slapping sound now filing the room.

“Harry! You’re out in 5mins! Get out of there!”, the manager yelled, just as Harry felt her warm juices soak him. “Yeah, I’m coming! I’m coming, gimme a sec!”, he yelled back and heard the man run back, probably not even thinking about his double-meaning sentence.. 

He followed right after her, continuing to thrust in and let her walls milk him dry. 

“Harry? Have you seen Y/n?!”

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[goldentsum]

— love, you can’t run away from me forever.

PAIRING: soulmate! suna rintarou x reader

GENRE: smut, soulmate au but make it dark

WORDCOUNT: 5.5k

SUMMARY: growing up in a world filled with soulmates was magical but with news about people going crazy and killing people for their “love” made suna repulsive to the idea of soulmates though when you came along, he finally understood why those people did it. 

WARNING: dark content, smut, noncon, manipulative tendencies, cussing/cursing, creepy! and delulu! suna, mean! reader, masturbation (male), photos and audio recording taken w/o consent, kidnapping, oral sex (fem receiving), bdsm, sadistic! suna, dom! suna, violence, abuse, blood, suna is a dick, reader who tries to fight back

AUTHOR’S NOTE: another one cus why not! you guys seemed to liked my first dark fic so here’s another one! <3 might be bad idk prob cus of my writing HAHAHHA also, suna just being a creepy and psychopathic aquarius. DO NOT INTERACT/READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR DON’T LIKE THIS TYPE OF CONTENT. 

REMINDER: this is not love and i do not condone this type of behavior. do not romanticize this, this is fiction and in no way am i telling people this is okay. if you don’t like content like this, please click away or block the tag tw.darkcontent

‘the world is fucked up,’ suna thought, looking at his phone as he saw all types of news about people killing and committing all types of felonies to prove that their love for their soulmates were real. 

the stoic male grimaced at one news he came upon when he scrolled up, a young man killed his family and friends because “he doesn’t need anyone else beside his soulmate”. now that was fucked up. suna never thought he'd lose faith in humanity even more with each passing day. it was actually impressive with how fucking stupid and delusional people get when the topic of soulmates come up. 

gold eyes narrowed at the inked skin of his wrist. “(l/n) (y/n)” or whoever that is better not mind never having a soulmate because there’s no way in hell suna’s going to be all lovey-dovey and accept the soulmate bullshit. 

he thinks that soulmates are a scam. it was a hoax to make people do stupid shit and suna will not tolerate that type of bull. if he’s gonna end up with someone, it’ll be because he likes them not because of ‘fate’ or whatever decided it for him. 

he will never conform to society and its standards. 

“suna! what’s with the ugly face?” atsumu snickered, plopping down on the seat beside suna making the taller male groan. 

“oh fuck off, atsumu. i’m not in the mood for your bullshit” 

“when have you ever been in a mood for bullshit?” 

suna raised a brow and hummed, “good point” 

atsumu shook his head and turned to the counter where his brother was standing behind. “’samu! i want 3 tuna onigiris!” 

osamu glared at his brother and scowled, “get it yourself, lazy ass” 

“i’m paying you!” atsumu whined like the little brat he is but osamu ignored him and tended to the other customers in his shop. suna groaned at the noise, “for fuck’s sake, tsumu. shut up. your voice is so annoying” 

atsumu glared at the man and punched his shoulder, making suna winced and scowled at his former teammate from highschool. the older miya twin huffed and ignored his words, continuing what he was about to say before suna insulted him, “anyway! what i was trying to say earlier was that people around us are finding their soulmates while i’m stuck with you bums! how is that fair?!” 

suna groaned, annoyed, at the same old topic of soulmates. “soulmates are overrated. it’s a scam. you’re lucky you haven’t met yours yet if anything.” 

the setter scoffed at suna’s old same line of bitterness towards the topic of soulmates, “what’s with you, anyway? what’s with the bitterness towards soulmates?” 

“it’s bullshit, is all” suna replied easily, not bothered nor giving a shit. atsumu smirked and threw an arm over the male’s shoulder, “one day, you’ll meet your soulmate and everything’s gonna change.” 

“did you just curse me or?” 

“I don't know, did i?”

oh for fuck’s sake. atsumu really did cursed him. suna stared in awe, uncharacteristically so, at you while you glared at him. you clicked your tongue when his gaze was still as dazed and lovesick since you two have met. 

“fuck off, rintarou! i told you i don’t want any soulmate bullshit!” 

suna chuckled with a small blush on his cheeks, “i love it when you call me, rintarou--”

“because that’s your name, stupid! you know what, i’m not even gonna bother. and for the last time, stop following me!” you growled, stomping off to get away from your creep of a soulmate but the man didn’t mind your words. it was quite amusing to him to be honest. 

you’re so cute and small and so angry at the world that it’s so endearing to him. with every glare you give him, it sends pleasant shivers down his spine. ah, so this is what it felt to be with your soulmate. it’s addicting. you two could rule the world together if you want to. 

“love, you can’t run away from me forever. i’m your soulmate” 

you groaned at the persistent male, “i don’t want you as a soulmate! why can’t you understand that?!” 

suna stopped following you after your harsh words. you also stopped, your anger subsiding a bit when you realized what you said and all of a sudden, there was a pain in your heart. you cursed at the soulmate bond that was not letting you reject your fate. guilt resurfaced in your gut when you looked at suna who’s staring at the ground, eyes hidden under his bangs. 

“r-rintarou?.. look i’m sorry, okay. but i don’t really want any soulmate business in my life-...” you tried to explain but quickly cut your words off when suna started chuckling. 

scared and terrified at the creepy laugh and unexpected action, you stepped back and looked at him with wide eyes. suna then looked up at you and smirked, the dark glint in his eyes gave you the creeps, his breath heavy as he panted like a dirty pervert! his eyes were so filled with emotions. lust, obsession, and ‘love’ but you don’t  even know if you can call it ‘love’...

“did you feel that? it shows... no matter what you do. we’re connected.” 

oh fuck no. this psycho is not worth it. you grimaced at his words and turned back around swiftly, walking faster to get away from him. 

“fate will always bring us together, (y/n). the quicker you accept that, the easier life gets” you heard him shouted after you and it only made you quicken your actions, heart beating rapidly at what just happened. 

suna smirked at your figure as it grew smaller and smaller. he figured he’d let you go for now. it’s not like you can hide from him. you can try but the ink on your skin will always remind you where you belong and that’s with him. 

the tall male looked at his phone, the screen showing a picture of you sleeping. he traced your features through the phone with a loving sigh and quickly stuffed it back to his pocket. he whistled a small tune under his breath on his way back home, his thoughts filled with you. 

suna walked inside his apartment, shrugging his shoulders to loosen the tight muscles. he groaned in annoyance when his shoes got stuck on his foot but quickly shook it off. the moment he was in his bedroom, he removed his shirt and plopped down on the bed, opening his phone again. 

in his phone, there was a whole album of you. sleeping, eating, at the gym, when you were at the library. suna also opened one of the files in his phone as sounds of you breathing when you were sleeping echoed in the room. 

a small moan escaped the phone, suna’s eyes shining slyly at the sound. oh how he wants to hear it in person. he wants to hear every lovely sound you can make. he wants to know everything about you. 

what type of weather do you like? do you like cereal at night like him? do you have a special place for cats in your heart like he does? do you hate heat like him? and do you like getting fucked so hard the only thing you can do is scream? 

suna sighed at the last thought as rapid images of what you would look like popped in his head. would you look pouty? would you cry? would you be quiet and shy? or would you moan like a bitch in heat? 

the familiar twitch in his sweats made suna antsy. a hand drifted to his pants to palm himself through the cloth. 

suna massaged his hardening cock through his pants, letting out sighs as he did so. your soft breathing from the phone was making him harder. he imagined you beside him, sleeping. looking so innocent and safe from all the vile things of the world. safe with him. 

your plump lips curled into a small pout as your brows furrows while you dream then waking up, needy for him. suna groaned and swiftly tugged his sweats and boxers off him. he spat on his hand, hissing when he started stroking his thick cock. drifting to the sensitive head of his cock, he massaged it with the slick spit as it ooze out pre-cum. 

he quickly coated his digits with the precum and slicked his twitching cock with it for the smooth friction he was craving. he panted at the feeling when he tightened his grip on his dick, trying to imagine your tight wet pussy instead. 

“s-shit, baby... feels so good’“ he slurred, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling of the tight grip, stroking himself to a slow rhythm. in his mind, he can see your pretty face. 

he can imagine you on top of him, rolling your hips slowly to not overstimulate yourself with his large cock inside of you. suna licked his lips, a small smirk appearing on his face as he imagined the cute little noises you made when you tried to fit him in you. 

his thick cock hitting so deeply inside you but oh how you like it, you slut. you’d look so gorgeous, moaning on top of him, hands on his chest whilst you ride him. 

“r-rintarou” he can hear your lewd voice calling out, your breath getting heavier with each stroke of his cock, dragging in your tight wet walls. your big doe eyes filled with tears as you look down at him, trying to get some help from him to fuck you good already.

he cursed when he felt a familiar band trying to snap in his lower stomach, his hand getting faster. wet slapping sounds echoed in the room along with your soft breathing on his phone. his violent and aggressive movements were getting him closer to his release. 

this is how he wants it to be. him fucking you so violently making you cry, hands gripping you tight that your pretty skin would bloom with violets and blue. 

he can already see it, how your tongue will roll out your pretty lips whilst you get fucked so hard that all you can do is lay and scream for him, your soulmate. your other half. you belong to him. 

“ha-ah-!” suna groaned deeply when his release hit him, thick warm cum hit his clenching abs as the spiraling pleasure made him shiver. his hand pumping his dick fast to ride his orgasm, his chest heaving deep pants. the male gulped down, trying to wet his dry throat as he slowly calmed down. lazy yellow eyes stared up in the white ceiling of his bed. 

he needs you. he wants to feel you. he wants to be with you. now. 

you sighed as you walked home to your apartment, it has been a week since your crazy soulmate tried to bother you in accepting him and it was making you jumpy. his eyes just showed so much when you last saw him that it made you paranoid with every movement that was happening around you. 

you entered your room, exhaling a deep breath of relief as you felt the warm air of your safe home. it was nice to be in your apartment again. no one to bother you. safe from the crazy man that suddenly stopped messing with you. 

after shrugging off your coat, you enter your kitchen to get a glass of water. all the overthinking about the mess that fate got you into was making your head hurt. as you greedily gulped down the water to soothe your dry throat, a movement from the dark living room made you choke on it. 

“shit” you cursed and looked at the wet floor. you put the glass down and looked at the dark living room, trying to catch any movement. you then quietly went to the knives beside you and grabbed one, walking cautiously through the room. you flickered the lights on, ready to strike if something attacked you, but as the lights went on, you sighed in relief when you saw no one. 

you let your hand drop beside you, rolling your eyes at yourself at the paranoia. you cursed the man that did this. now you were overthinking stuff and seeing shadows.

when you were about to turn around, a large hand covered your mouth and tightly gripped your wrist that held the knife, making it clunk to the floor as you screamed but the hand muffled it. 

“stop fuckin moving already.. you’re gonna just tire yourself” the familiar voice made your body stiff, your blood went cold. crying against his hand when you felt his lips touch your ear, teeth grazing it. 

“you’re so pretty” he cooed, his voice heavy and slow. tears pricked your eyes as you struggled against his hold but the tall man was obviously stronger than you being an athlete. you tried to stomp on his feet but the man nudged you forward with his weight as you two tumbled into the couch. 

you can feel the vibration of his chuckle as his chest was against your back. you heard him sigh and a small grind on your ass was enough to make you feel disgusted and dirty. 

“i apologize for this next action, (y/n)” suna muttered beside your eyes and he leaned back, quickly turning you around. before you could even scream, pain blossomed on your cheek. your vision turned blurry at the impact, dizzy.

this motherfucker just punched you. you faced him again and spat the blood on his face, your lip busted as well. “f-fuck you!”

suna growled at your actions but quickly smirked, wiping away the bloody spit on his eye while he held you down. 

“a tough one~ i like that” he whispered and you could feel a hard nudge on your inner thigh making you grimace. this man was fucked up... he just got hard from punching you and you fighting back-

suna smirking down at you was the last thing you remember then everything went dark.

the room was cold. and your limbs ached with each movement you did. you opened your eyes and panic hit you when you couldn’t see anything. you tried to call out but there was a gag on your mouth. 

you cried through the gag, you cursed everything. you hate fate for getting you into this mess. you curse soulmates bonds, you were right. soulmates are a bunch of bullshit. just look at where that ended you up in. most importantly, you hate him. if you can, you’ll kill him on the spot. 

the fucking psychopath. your soulmate. 

you bit the cloth on your mouth as the binds on your eyes got wet from the tears that escaped from your eyes. your feelings were a mess and all you could feel is anger, shame, and dread. 

“oh, you’re awake. that’s good. i thought i hit you harder than i intended to, thank god that you’re okay” you heard the familiar voice that you loathe. you growled through your gag but suna could only laugh at your pathetic attempt of dominance when you’re gagged, blindfolded, and tied to the bed. 

“now now, no need for that. we want to get along, don’t we” he muttered, walking closer to you and sat on the bed, beside you. 

you flinched when you felt his weight beside you and his hands caressed your cheek. you whimpered at the dull pain when he touches your cheek. this fucker touched where he punched you--

“that looked like it’ll bruise” you growled again at his words. you wanted to scream at him. hit him. make him feel the pain of what he did to you. 

your fussing about stopped and you stiffened when you felt him shift on top of you, going in between your legs. you tried to close your legs but his hands were faster than you. 

he maneuvered you like a doll he owns, fixing you into a position he liked. suna gazed at your tied-up body, his cock already starting to harden in his pants. he wants to touch you already. 

his hand went up and tugged your blindfold as he smiled at your dazed look that changed to a mean one. suna chuckled at your spirit. it was making him excited. 

“you’re too cute, love” he muttered, leaning closer to your neck and nuzzled into you, taking in your scent loudly making you flinch in dread. 

“you smell so sweet,” he said against your neck, an unconscious shiver running up your body. suna smirked when he felt it and continued to nuzzle his face in your neck. his hands touching and groping your body while you growled through the gag but he barely even paid attention to it, too caught up at the feeling of finally touching you and being with you. 

“i wanna taste you~” he whispered lewdly, looking deep into your eyes with a smirk. your eyes widened at his words and mustered up all the strength you had and hit his head against yours. 

you were disoriented after it but it was worth it when you heard his curse as he leaned away. your forehead was red you were sure and it’ll bruise with how hard his head was. 

“you bitch-!” your moment of victory was cut off when large hands wrapped around your neck, squeezing it. you choked, wriggling around to get away from suna but he leaned all his weight on top of you. 

he glared down at you, watching with sick satisfaction when your eyes slowly fluttered close and your struggling gradually ceased. suna can snap your neck right now if he wants to. the power he has over you almost made him drool, his cock twitching excitedly in his pants.

he let your neck go, heart beating fast when he saw finger marks on your neck, the shape of his hands on your skin. he watched you cough and try to inhale air, desperately. 

suna then grasped your chin in a tight hold and turned you to face him, making your dazed eyes look up at him, “do that again and i’ll make you bleed.” 

he let your chin go harshly and climbed off you, going out of the room. you gulped and intake the precious air, looking at the door with fear and anger. 

being with suna was an absolute nightmare. you don’t know how long it has been since the psycho kidnapped you and it was agitating. you fought back but suna liked it because it gave him the excuse to hurt you. you knew this but you just can’t give him the satisfaction he craved of you submitting to him. 

your body was slumped into the bed whilst you cried as suna ate you out. his fingers pumping viciously in and out of you, tongue lapping on your swollen clit. he denied you 4 orgasms already and your body was so sensitive from it. 

“just fucking accept this already!” suna growled against your pussy, the vibrations sending violent shivers in your body. you writhe and keened, your body in his mercy. 

you shook your head, tears streaming down your red and bruised cheeks. your neck was decorated with purple and red, bite marks and fingerprints alike. your wrists red and raw from the rope he used on you constantly.

“n-no!” 

suna rolled his eyes at your disobedience but let you be. he knows you’ll be his good girl sooner or later. he just has to try harder, he guesses. 

he sucked on your clit messily, tonguing your wetness. his fingers caressing your walls as he hit your g-spot making you arch your back. suna smirked and continued his ministrations, ignoring your pleading to let you cum already. 

he felt your walls clenching on his fingers as he stopped altogether making you cry in desperation. suna leaned on his feet, admiring the way your body tried to hump him to get the satisfaction of cumming. 

your body is so beautiful. before it was pristine and void of any marks and flaws but now your skin was decorated with purple and red courtesy of his love for you. 

“you really wanna do this, (y/n)? you rather be a bad girl than be my precious girl?” suna tried to reason with you, his tone was as if he was talking to a child. you scowled at him, “fuck you, asshole!” 

suna’s eyes turned dark at it. one thing he can’t tolerate was you saying such crude and bad words. he raised his hand and slapped you, the force of it made you turn to the side as you gasped at the pain. 

blood dripped from your nose. suna then grabbed your cheeks, squeezing. he glared down at you. “when will you learn... and here i thought you were smarter than that” 

you cried at the pain of his grip on your face and the sting of his slap was still there as his fingers pressed down to the bruises you had on your face. he shook your head, growling, “what do you say when you do something wrong” 

he continued to shake you, your aching limbs hurt at the violent movements. you whimpered and unconsciously replied, “i’m sorry-!” 

suna stopped and removed his hands from you. you looked up at him with teary eyes and saw him smiling softly at you. his mood swings were scary. you don’t really know what type of suna you’ll get before it’s too late... 

“atta girl...” he muttered and started to remove his pants. you panicked at his actions and tried to move away but the painful slap on your thigh was enough to make you stop. 

“now, let me fuck you” 

suna grabbed your ankle and pulled you down on the bed further, closer to him. he pumped his cock at the sight of you, so pretty and crying

“rintarou please-! d-don’t!” you cried, feeling so helpless and all your fire from earlier and the past days gone. the dark-haired male grinned at your sobbing and fussing about. 

“tsk. be a good girl, (y/n). just accept it.” he leaned closer to you, whispering against your wobbly lips. his dark yellow eyes stared straight into yours, lust swirling around his orbs. your body shook in fear and a small cry leaving your swollen lips. 

in one swift movement, suna entered you. he captured your lips, muffling your screams because of him suddenly entering you. the wet squishing noises were triggering your tears. you felt disgusted with yourself that you were enjoying the stretch and the feeling of being filled up by this psycho. 

maybe in another world where you two have met differently. a perfect world where things weren’t complicated. if you two worked it out and things were different then maybe you’ve actually loved him and accepted him as your soulmate. but not in this world. not now. 

you cried when suna started moving, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. your body arched on the bed, feeling the pleasure. suna panted above you, arms caging you and his muscles contracting with every movement he does. 

suna cursed at the feeling, it felt so good. you feel so good. your wet and squishy walls sucking him so eagerly. the lewd sounds of your wetness and his constant thrusting was making him more excited. 

he stopped for a moment, pulling out from your pussy to put you in all fours and then entered you again when he moved you the way he likes. suna groaned, fucking deep into you. his tip grazing your cervix making you squeal. you can feel your orgasm coming faster because of the orgasms suna denied you earlier. you sobbed, hips unconsciously thrusting back to his dick. 

the male chuckled breathily, sneaking a hand between your legs to play with your swollen clit. you choked on a moan when you felt him massaging your clit. you let your head plop down to the mattress, arms wobbly, and all you could do was moan as your body jerking at the pleasure suna was giving you. 

“oh honey, you should see how slutty your body gets when i’m fucking you” he snickered behind you, hips never relenting with his fast and hard thrusts. 

you felt tears trail down your bruised cheeks, you don’t know if it’s because of the shame you felt earlier or the pleasure. the fast circles suna gave your clit made you whine and moan as you felt your orgasm wash over you. 

you howled at the satisfying feeling of the violent orgasm, finally cumming after the torture of not coming four times earlier. suna smirked at the way your body convulsed beneath him. 

the unwavering fucking from behind was sending you to overstimulation and suna’s fingers still rubbed down your sensitive clit. you whined and keened, drool slipping past your lips. 

“so fucked out” suna muttered and bent to lean against your back, his dick twitching in your wet walls. he then angled his thrust differently making you gasp. 

he leaned back again, staring at your sweaty discolored back, from his bites from the past fun times you two had, and the way you leaned against the pillows as your pretty face contorting into a fucked out expression, so lewd.

a large hand trailed down to the back of your neck, grabbing it and letting you lean against suna’s chest. his hand then wrapped around your dainty neck, squeezing, as he felt the vibrations of your moans. 

“pretty baby~” 

his other hand gripped your hips, stilling your wiggling around as he fucked into your harder at the newly changed angle. you whimpered at the way his thick cock reached so deep into you. 

suna moaned beside your ear, hips slowly losing his rhythm as he chased his own orgasm. his self-control snapping into something greedy and feral. he ignored your cries and fucked you so he can finally cum. 

the way he used you wasn’t supposed to feel this good. although he didn’t have any intention to make you feel good, the way his dick stuffed your full and the way his thickness stretched you was made you feel the familiar band in your stomach trying to snap once again.

he unconsciously squeezed your neck, breath heavy, when he felt his orgasm getting closer. he growled, thrusting sloppily in you, the sounds of your wetness echoed in the room along with your broken moans and rasps. you can feel him twitching inside you sending you into another orgasm.

you screamed, body arching against suna. the way your pussy squeezed him and the feeling of you cumming again triggered his own. suna moaned, painting your insides with his cum as he rode his orgasm, ignoring your whining. 

he panted, removing his hold on you and letting you hit and slump unto the bed. you whined at the action. suna pulled out of you as he admired the way your pussy was filled with his cum, dripping down to your thighs and down to the sheets. he licked his lips at the sight and leaned closer to you as if he was lured in. 

you gasped and cried when you felt his tongue wiggling around your sensitive pussy. you squeezed your eyes close tightly, body shivering at the overstimulation but suna barely paid any attention to you. he only wanted to satisfy his desires.

you gazed at the plain ceiling, dully. the soft breathing of the insane male beside you was making you grimace. he just finished fucking you or what he calls, “soulmate bonding time” but all he did was make you cry. 

the sun was up and it was probably noon now but suna normally sleeps in and today was no exception. the phone beside suna’s side on the table started buzzing, circling a little because of the vibration. you heard suna groaned, always the light sleeper. you quickly closed your eyes and hid your face in the covers and pillows. 

you felt the male shifting and after a while, he started talking in his annoyingly attractive deep voice. sleep taking a toll in his vocal cords making it all husky. you internally cursed the soulmate bond trying to make you see him in another light or some bullshit like that.

“hey, what’s up?” 

you continued to listen to the one-sided conversation as you pretend to be asleep. your heart skipped a beat when you heard suna’s words. 

“yeah, come over. i’ll introduce you to her” 

your body stiffened but tried to relax. maybe this was your chance to expose him. you have to try something, you can’t keep letting him do these things to you... 

a soft sleepy groan, the sound someone makes when they stretch, rung inside the quiet room. the covers shifted a bit and a disgustingly familiar body heat hit your skin as two large hands caressed your skin. 

“baby? i’m gonna introduce you to my friends, that’s okay right? it’s time i show off my pretty baby~” you heard him coo. you bit your lip, how can this man act like your relationship with him is normal... you then became painfully aware of the bruises and scars on your body making you self-conscious as you tried to make yourself smaller. 

“they’ll see all of these” he whispered sweetly with a dazed look on his eyes as he traced the marks that were in purple-y and reddish hues that it was too nauseating to look at but suna thought it was so beautiful on you.

suna spent all afternoon dolling you up, fixing your short dress that shows every mark he gave you. your eyes looked at your reflection. you teared up at the sight. you didn’t look like yourself anymore... 

tired eyes that sagged with dark bags under it. a deep purple bruise on your cheek. your bottom lip was cut from suna’s slap, neck decorated with hickeys and fingerprints, skin discolored.

the man behind you started whistling the godforsaken tune he always sang under his breath as he combed your hair. after fixing your hair, he let his hands down on your shoulders and looked at you through the mirror. 

“ain’t you a pretty little thing...” he muttered, admiring you. you let your gaze shift down to your lap as the male carried you to the living room. 

“now behave.” his word was final as always. do not question it nor do you go against it. or he’ll hurt you... again and again...

a loud voice cut through the quiet atmosphere in the apartment and impatient knocks was heard. “suna! open the damn door, already!” 

the dark-haired male sighed and went to the door. your heart started beating a little too fast. when his guests see you, or your state, you’ll get away from here... or maybe he’ll hurt them too... you shook your head. trying to stay positive so you can get out of this hellhole.

a tall man with golden dyed locks entered the room along with someone who looked similar to him though their hair was different. honey brown eyes lock with your tired ones, you were hopeful when you saw the confusion in his eyes. 

the man looked back to suna who stood next to him, you knew you were saved when the two identical men glared at him but then they started talking--

“geez! here i thought you’ll be gentler now that you met your soulmate!”

“suna? gentle? like hell. now where’s the food. you promised me food, suna” 

your eyes got teary as you suppressed a gasp. of course, his friends were as insane as he was. 

the golden haired male then smiled at you like there was nothing wrong. like he doesn’t see all the fucking bruises on your body, “hey, darlin’~ suna’s been beating you, huh? were you misbehaving~?” 

suna growled at the man and shoved him, “shut the fuck up, atsumu” the two started bickering like everything was normal as they ignored you...

you sniffled and turned to the light nudged from your side, you looked at the other male that entered the apartment. the man offered you some pudding as a spoon was hanging from his lips. “you look like you need it, miss” he said, his face unfazed. 

you took the pudding with shaking hands and lowered your head as the three men walked around the room, conversing with each other. 

maybe, suna’s right... life would be easier if you just accepted him. you were stuck with him now and always and his name on your skin will forever be the reminder of that. 

fate has a weird way of pairing people up and you can’t do anything about it. 

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[mizunetzu]

Can I request a Iida x male reader with a skin problem? Like every time they finish training or after a stressful event the reader's skin would inch then they would scratch it, red blotches would appear on their chest, stomach, back. The reader insecure about them and hate their body, so in the locker room Denki points them out which they realize and start to become insecure and the itching becomes unbearable. They make an excuse then Iida becomes worried about his classmate then hears quiet cries in their door, Iida asks to come in then sees them curled up on their bed scratches their skin harshly which Iida quickly stops them. Iida confronts them and tries to comfort them.

🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰LOVE YOUR WRITING BYE THE WAY!!!!!!!!!!!

Aaaah thank you! This request was very fun, and I do love me some iida~ I feel bad for antagonizing kaminari once again in my fics tho 😅😅

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Iida x reader - Don’t Itch Your Neck

⚠️warnings - two (2) mentions of itch attacks, one in the beginning and one at the end (sorry, didn’t know the word for it) kaminari being insensitive to reader.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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‘Please don’t compare me to a villain.’

It should be common sense. Why would you ever compare someone to something as wickedly as a villain? It’s rude and distasteful, and you’re practically saying they’re just as bad as illegal thugs and murderer.

But as (Y/n) mindlessly scratched the itch on his neck, a normal itch, not one caused by his skin condition, a villain who terrorized their school at USJ suddenly popped up on the news channel he was watching on his phone.

“-Villain known as Shigaraki Tomura, the alleged ring leader of the League of Villains, has last been seen atop of a high building.” His phone buzzed. He stopped writing answers onto his notebook, as well as unconsciously scratching harder at his neck while turning his attention to the news channel on his phone propped up on Iida’s bed.

Iida would come back any second, telling him to get back to studying, but hey, he’s doing something productive like watching the news, right? Watching news is productive, right? Apparently, it was a special on Shigaraki, and knowing more about villains as a future hero is good, right?

“Shigaraki is estimated to be in his 20’s, and he is commonly seen in disputes against U.A, especially first-year hero class 1-A.” Yep, that was them alright. The news castor continued.

“It is also estimated that Shigaraki has some sort of skin condition, or due to his quirk his skin seems to be very dead and brittle.” The screen cut to some surveillance footage zoomed in on Shigaraki, clawing at dry blotches covering his neck.

His scratched-up, blotchy neck looked uncannily similar to (Y/n’s), especially with the way he was scratching it while being confronted by heroes. It must’ve been caused by stress too. (Y/n’s) skin would burn under the pressure of stress, and he couldn’t help but scratch all over.

(Y/n’s) neck decided to flare up at the sight of Shigaraki. Does that mean he was similar to a villain? He had some sort of trait that was identifiable with a villain? One that attacked his school, no doubt? He scratched his neck harder, bringing up his other hand to scratch the other burning side. Does that mean he was like Shigaraki?

(Y/n) let out a whimper. The itchiness would only scream more if he retracted his hands from his neck. He rubbed his skin raw, scratching so hard he could’ve swore there was blood starting to seep out from his neck.

The door to Iida’s dorm room clicked open silently. (Y/n) paid no mind to it, more focused on the unbearable itch on his neck and the tears clumping at his eyes.

“...(Y/n)-kun? Are you alright?” Iida’s voice broke through the small breaths and scratches of (Y/n), making him look up slightly with blurry eyes. When (Y/n) said nothing, Iida immediately dashed into his bathroom, looking for a small container of ointment.

Iida timped back into the room with a tiny white container in his hands, unscrewing the cap and placing it on under the container. He sat down on his bed, next to (Y/n).

“(Y/n)-kun...I need you to remove your hands, please.” (Y/n) whimpered out a weak, pained “No...” Iida pursed his lips.

“I promise it’s only for a second, it won’t itch.”

“It-it won’t stop-!” Blood was starting to drip down (Y/n’s) nails. Iida winced, quickly shuffling to the bedside table to grab a tissue from a half-filled tissue box. He returned calmly, sitting down next to (Y/n).

He gently set his hand on top of one of (Y/n’s), testing the waters and gently urging him to pull away. “It will only be for a second, love.” He said, with the tissue in his free-hand and the cream resting on a book laying on the bed.

(Y/n) let him pull away his hand, and Iida immediately went up to dabbing the tender, red area of his neck. There wasn’t much blood to begin with, only a few drops, but Iida didn’t want to take the risk of rubbing in the ointment while there was blood on his neck. He dipped his fingers into the white cream of the container, gently cupped (Y/n’s) cheek with his dry hand, and blotted the reddest parts of his neck as gently as he could.

(Y/n) eventually cooled down, the cold substance of the cream as well as the medicine inside it enough to soothe his nerves. Iida hummed.

“How are you feeling?” Iida earned a hum of satisfaction in reply. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

(Y/n) paused for a second, before patting the bed around for his phone. His hand eventually landed on it, and he turned on the newscast in hopes they were still playing the same topic they were on to show Iida. Iida bent over slightly to examine (Y/n’s) phone screen.

“...a villain? The one who attacked us at USJ?”

(Y/n) nodded. “He also probably has a skin condition that makes him all itchy too....the news said it and they played a video of him scratching his neck—and I don’t wanna be like that-“

“Ah...I understand. I understand how upsetting it must be to share something in common with a villain.”

“It’s not just that, though...” (Y/n) sighed. “Because of the scratching, I have all these ugly red blotches on my body...and it makes me look scary...I don’t want my skin to end up like his either...”

Iida hummed. He set a hand on (Y/n’s) shoulder. “I can assure you, you are nothing like a horrible villain such as him. I’m sure there are many heroes with conditions such as your own!”

(Y/n) bit back a smile. He downcast his head, trying to avoid touching his sensitive neck as much as he could.

“Thank you...”

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Hero training.

(Y/n) dreaded hero training.

The class itself wasn’t so bad, no. No, it was before and after hero training. Where he’d have to change into his hero costume, and change out of it after class was done.

When he did that, everyone could see the ugly red splotches or red scratch marks that made it look like a cat attacked him nonstop. He always made it a point to get in and out of there as fast as he could so no one would ever bring up the rough skin plastered on his body.

But luck didn’t seem to be on his side today.

(Y/n) tore off his hero costume, eager to get out of there as soon as possible. Or at least have something covering him by the time every one else arrived. Of course, Iida was there—he could never beat him first to the locker rooms somehow—but he trusted his boyfriend enough to let him change in the locker room while his vulnerable, spotty body was exposed.

But just as he had every single article of his hero clothing off, leaving him in his underwear, he heard footsteps rattling closer, before the door to the changing room swung open. His stomach dropped.

“Yooo! (L/n)! What’s-oh?” Kaminari’s boisterous voice dug pits in (Y/n’s) guts. He slowly turned around, doing his best to cover his torso with his U.A button-up shirt as he did so. He saw Kaminari standing a few good feet away from him, as the boys of 1-A began filing into the locker room. (Y/n) glanced at Iida, his anchor in a situation like this, before catching his apologetic expression.

“Dude...did Tokoyami really fuck you up that bad in trainin’ today?” Kaminari pointed at the red marks nipping at (Y/n’s) forearms and legs. Sure enough, he sparred with Tokoyami today, but that wasn’t really the cause.

Tokoyami turned around. He shook his head. “Dark shadow cannot inflict such...scratches. And if he did he should be in Recovery Girl’s office instead of the locker rooms.”

(Y/n) silently wished Tokoyami would just take the bait and say it was Dark Shadow. Because Kaminari wouldn’t be rubbing his chin and saying,

“So then what’s all that?” While gesturing circles to the rough, red skin on (Y/n’s) body.

“S’nothin...that’s all...” (Y/n) quietly mumbled. He turned around swiftly, shrugging on the button-up of his uniform and trying to button it up with shaky fingers.

Hands reached down from behind (Y/n) and grabbed his wrists, lifting them high above his head and twirling him around.

“Duuuude! They’re all over your stomach too!”

“Please...lower your voice, Kaminari-kun.” Iida voiced as kindly as he could, not facing (Y/n) to at least spare him one less pair of eyes that were staring at his red-blotched body.

Kaminari’s eyes were plastered onto the red scratch marks and flaked skin on (Y/n’s) barely-buttoned shirt, while (Y/n) wriggled his hands free from his grasp. He completely ignored Iida’s request.

He unconsciously brought his hands up to his neck, still sensitive from yesterday’s...incident and certainly still itchy. The itch was coming back.

He started pawing at the growing itch on his neck, his back pressed against the locker door as he tried to reach for his pants with his free hand.

He started pulling them on the best he could with one hand, not hearing the growing voice of Kaminari asking about why he was itching his neck; or the quiet protests from Iida. Once his pants were sloppily hanging from his waist, his hand flew up to scratch another forming itch right under his eye.

Kaminari suddenly clapped his hands together, looking very appealed all of a sudden. “Dude! I just realized who you looked like!”

“Kaminari-kun, thats-“

“Remember that villain who attacked us at USJ? Shigaraki? The one who kept scratching at his neck and stuff? I think they did a special on him on the news yesterday!”

“Kamina-“

“You look exactly like him!” Kaminari chuckled. “The scratching-“

Iida abruptly slammed his locker door shut. The loud bang it produced shook waves across the locker room, loud enough to silence every one there. Kaminari flinched in surprise, along with everyone else in the changing room.

“...Shut the fuck up, Kaminari.”

Silence ensued the once talkative changing room. All eyes fixated on Iida, a dead scowl on his face that replaced the mighty rule-abiding gaze he wore. The use of no honorific for the first time was absurd, but hearing Iida tell Kaminari to ‘shut the fuck up’ really took the cake. Iida was glaring dull daggers at Kaminari, who was standing there staring back with awkward eyes.

(Y/n) took that opportunity to mumble a quiet “I have to use the bathroom..” and slip out from in front of Kaminari, and slink out of the changing room. He buttoned up his shirt as quickly as he could, not caring about his long forgotten tie or blazer with the burning, unbearable itch that pulsed from his entire body.

He figured he couldn’t last in class like this.

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Iida sped-walked all the way to the U.A heights alliance. He was worried when (Y/n) didn’t show up to afternoon classes, but didn’t want to run in fear of immodesty on school grounds.

Though, he supposed it hardly mattered anymore, especially after his spiel in the locker room. He was so irritated he didn’t think to apologize until they got back to the classroom. And boy, did bowing hundreds of times, chittering “I apologize for my rude behavior!” Millions of times over again count as an apology.

Iida started sprinting, before ducking into the door and up the stairs.

He ran around the whole dorm building, in case (Y/n) was hiding in someone else’s room or the restrooms. No luck.

And he had no further luck until he passed by (Y/n’s) dorm room, hearing soft sobs and skritches from inside the room. Iida hummed, knocking on the door.

“(Y/n)-kun?”

The sobbing from inside (Y/n’s) room went silent. Iida set his hand on the doorknob.

“Please open the door. Or let me in, please.”

Iida was trying his best to keep his voice level, but inside he was probably just as panicked as (Y/n). Even though he knew (Y/n) kept his medicated cream in his room, Iida had grabbed the spare laying in his own just in case. The soft whimpers from inside the room resumed. Iida sighed.

“I’m coming in. Pardon the intrusion.”

The door the (Y/n’s) room softly clicked open, the light from the outside casting a strip of yellow light into the dark that was (Y/n’s) room. Iida took a moment to let his eyes adjust, before his red eyes fell onto the curled up ball of itching that was (Y/n).

Iida quietly sat down next to (Y/n) on his bed, who paid him no mind. He kept sobbing into the school uniform he never bothered to change out of, one hand under his button-up and the other scratching at the back of his arm. Eventually, his arms switched to scratch at his legs and his neck.

“It burns...it-it burns, Ten-“

“I know, I know,” Iida refrained himself from patting (Y/n’s) back, in fear he’d accidentally inflame that area. Instead, he calmly rose from the bed, walking briskly to (Y/n’s) closet. He opened it gently, shuffling through clothes and picking out a loose shirt and basketball shorts.

He laid them out on the bed. “Do you think you can put these on for me...? Oh, but before you put the shirt on, please allow me to apply your medication onto your stomach..”

(Y/n) briefly looked up to see Iida squatted down infront of him through his tucked-in knees. He looked from Iida to the clothes waiting for him on the bed.

Iida set a hand down on the mattress next to (Y/n). “I can turn around if you would like me to.”

(Y/n) nodded, and Iida stood up and faced the opposite side of his room. Waiting as he heard shuffles of clothes being removed and slipped on, accompanied by more itching, he alas heard the dry “m’done..” from (Y/n) he turned back around.

(Y/n) was scratching at his arms, his head turnt down and tears still cascading down his face. He was holding the shirt in in between one of his armpits. Red blotches and scratch-lines littered (Y/n’s) chest, arms, and legs. The irritated skin looked even more irritated as (Y/n) scratched and clawed at them even more.

“Thank you, handsome.” Iida cooed. “Are you comfortable with me applying it to your chest or would you like to do that on your own?”

“You can do it...I don’t...” (Y/n’s) voice died down, but Iida got the gist of what he was saying. He set (Y/n) back down to his bed, drawing the cream out from his possession and popping off the cap.

After smearing on a generous amount to his chest, his forearms, and his calves, (Y/n) was able to stop scratching for just a bit. It soothed the burning itch for only just a bit, though.

Iida brought his cream-covered fingertips to (Y/n’s) red neck. He tilted it up, giving Iida access, as he rubbed gentle circles around it.

“Would you like to talk about what happened?” Iida said, not taking his eyes off of his current task. (Y/n) sniffed.

“...Do you think I act like Shigaraki? I know you said I didn’t...but you were just being nice, weren’t you?” (Y/n’s) voice was barely audible over the sounds of his sniffles and hics. Iida pressed his lips into a fine line, making sure to coat every area of his neck before retracting his hand. “S’ok...you can tell me, I won’t be mad.”

“(Y/n)-kun...darling, you know that’s absurd.”

“But it isn’t!” (Y/n’s) voice cracked. “Y’know-my body’s already all ugly and disgusting, I might as well become a villain especially because I look like one.”

“Just because you have these splotches on your body doesn’t make you any less handsome.”

“Stop lying, Tenya.”

“You know me, I don’t lie.” Iida placed his hands on his lap as (Y/n) carefully slipped on his shirt. “What kind of class representative would I be if I were a liar? I’m just stating facts like a good civilian.”

“And it’s a fact that (L/n) (Y/n) is the most beautiful, handsome, alluring boy I have ever laid my eyes on. Kaminari-kun took his ‘joke’ too far, and I’m pretty sure it doesn’t qualify as a joke in the first place.”

Iida finally set his hand on (Y/n’s) shoulder. “Please don’t let his words get to your head. Your nothing like a villain, nor is your skin any less beautiful than you think it is. If you can’t love it yourself, I will just have to make sure to love you just as much to make up for it.”

(Y/n) stayed quiet for a second, before shifting closer to Iida and laying his head down against his shoulder. Iida smiled, reaching up to pat (Y/n) appreciatively on the head.

“Thank you, Tenya.”

‘Please don’t compare me to a villain.’

Because (L/n) (Y/n) was far from it.

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I apologize if I got any information wrong, I am not the best educated on topics such as skin conditions :((

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[aidanezra]

Hello aiden

Saw your post about writing requests. Can I request a super angsty whumpy hurt mobius and comforting loki?

Most of the hurt/comfort fics there are the other way around... I want to see mobius injured, weak and embarrassed and loki being nice and sift and supporting.

Thank you 😉😘

Sleep Is For The Weak (Loki x Mobius)

A/N: I love this idea and I fully agree. I don't think i wrote it as angsty as I could have, and I'm not 100% proud of it but I'm never fully proud of my writing any how ;-; Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! Have a lovely night/day/morning :)

Summary: Mobius is extremely sleep-deprived and accident-prone due to the latest variant case. But Loki's here to help!

Setting: The TVA if I had written the Loki series, aka happy (ish) ending where the TVA doesn't prune or control people, only protect and help them. Loki and Mobius work on cases together and yes, Loki's magic works :)

Pairings: Loki x Mobius

Themes: Angst {as requested :)}, and eventual fluff :)

Warnings: injuries, slight swears, box cutter ;-; and angst :(

Words: 892 (gonna restrain from having a breakdown over this anyways)

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"Mobius, be careful, you could hurt yourself," Loki warns, eyeing his partner who's currently occupying himself with open boxes of case files with a box cutter.

"Loki, I'll be fine. I've done this plenty of times." Mobius sighs, rolling his eyes. Not too keen on being reprimanded by the other, but still continuing his piling of papers and files.

"It's sharp so just be careful." Loki gives a quick smile, then regains his focus on what he was doing before.

Mobius continues his routine, he opens the box, unloads the papers, and breaks down the box. Over and over. He begins to get frustrated, opening the boxes with less and less care, sloppily throwing them across the floor when broken down. Then, slamming the piles of papers on the table -- a few flying off, which results in Mobius grunting in annoyance and stacking them back up. He continues on, yawning and then huffing when something doesn't go perfectly. Papers scattering and reorganizing themselves in ways much too difficult to quickly put back in proper order.

"Love, are you okay?" Loki questions, putting down his book and focusing his gaze towards his partner yet again. His eyebrows furrowed, a worried expression creeping up his features.

"Oh, I'm doing just fine, Loki. Just. Fine." He spits out, his words laced with venom, hitting Loki harder than a dagger to his heart.

"Maybe you should take some time to rest. Take a step back?" Loki then moves to stand, taking the scattered papers in his hands, finding their original order. "You've been at this for a while."

"I have too much to do, to rest." Mobius practically hisses, breaking down his tenth box in the past half hour. Loki calmly shakes his head, deciding to abandon his past endeavor and moving on to helping his beloved. He grabs the closest box, which is placed directly to the right of Mobius. He picks it up, grunting at the weight of it. He places it on the table, slightly slamming it down, completely unintentionally. He mumbles a quick apology which earns him an "Mhm" from Mobius.

"Shit." He hisses then grasps his hand tightly.

"Are you okay, love?" Loki quickly walks over to where Mobius stands. He holds his hand out, "Let me see."

"It's just a nick, it's fine." Mobius' eyebrows begin to knit, his eyes shut in pain.

"Darling," he warns, wrapping his hand gently around Mobius' left wrist, pulling it towards him so he can inspect it. "You're bleeding."

"I know. But it isn't bad."

Loki chuckles, rolling up Mobius' sleeve. "You're right, it isn't horrible. But you still got hurt." With a wave of his hand and a puff of green smoke, a small first aid kit appears on the table beside him. "Keep your hand steady."

Mobius nods, his gaze focused upon Loki's movements. The opening of the case and how he neatly -but quickly- lines up the needed items. Bandages, cloth, hydrogen peroxide -the works. He hisses as a spark of pain shoots up his arm, sourcing from his fingertips. He finally looks down and notices the small bits of blood seeping from the cuts across the tips of his fingers. It's the deepest -and the worst- on his middle and ring fingers, only a scratch on his pointer. He wasn't paying attention when it happened, too wrapped up in his pure exhaustion to notice the box cutter getting too close to his hand. It nicked him pretty decently on the tips of his fingers, but luckily not too deep but deep enough to cause a bit of bleeding. And a good bit of pain along with it.

"You'll be okay." Loki looks up towards Mobius, meeting his eyes. Noticing the pained and concerned expression on the man, he shoots him a soft smile, saying "I promise" without having to utter a word. He moves back to what he was doing, grasping the cloth first, dabbing up the bits of blood that's collected. Wrapping it gently over Mobius' hand, he pats it going to grab the peroxide and another cloth. "Hold that there for a second, k love?"

Mobius nods, holding the cloth tightly around his fingertips. Trying to soothe the pain by controlling his breathing. Loki then retrieves the peroxide and the cloth, dabbing a bit of the peroxide on. He gestures for Mobius to release the cloth wrapping his fingers, he does so, letting it fall to the floor.

"Are you okay?" Loki dabs the peroxide-covered cloth over his cut, Mobius hissing in response.

"I think. But it stings. And it's oddly cold." He hums in response, opening his eyes to watch as Loki wraps up his middle and ring finger, patting it slightly and then shooting him another grin.

"Think it's time for some sleep now?" He stands up, reaching for Mobius' hand.

"Sleep is for the weak." Shining a half-grin to Loki, he goes right back to unpacking boxes and boxes of variant files.

"Oh no, you don't! Rest time!" Loki follows his words by pushing the boxes away from Mobius, pulling him away from his hours' worth of work.

"This wouldn't have happened if you helped." Mobius crosses his arms, holding back a smile.

"Mobius, you never asked for help." He laughs, showing a wide grin. Happy his partner isn't quite as angry at him.

"Whatever.."

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[rudystopit]

Let the Games Begin

[Gojo x F!reader]

summary: gojo is a lab assistant who flirts with everyone he meets. this particular day, he decided that you're the perfect person to tease that day.

warnings: nsfw, college au, public sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, and fingering.

wc: 2k

everyday since the beginning of the spring semester, the lab assistant has not missed a day of flirting with the girls. the professor sees it but does nothing to stop him. he thinks because he got piercing blue eyes and snowy hair that he's hot shit and girls will fall all over him. well he's right... for the most part. girls fall for him and they love it when he gives them an ounce of attention. and well he is attractive. it's just he's also arrogant and cocky.

you walk into your lab ready to start whatever dumb thing your professor has planned. you sit a one of the long tables and read the instructions. you notice the white hair man saunter up to you.

"go away gojo," you mumble.

"i'm hurt. i thought you loved me, y/n" he dramatically holds his chest.

"id love to kick you in the face," you look up and he's inches away from your face. his hand holds your chin.

"you're eyes are so beautiful, y/n" you smack his hand away and look back at the paper. "is that a blush i see?" he sits across from you. "aww does y/n have a secret crush on me?" he laughs.

you sigh and walk over to get the materials. other students start walking in and gojo gets called away.

'thank god that idiot is gone,' you thought as you collect a beaker and some chemicals. you walk back to your table and start measuring out what you need. you pour the blue liquid into the cylinder and look at the little lines. you started to feel like someone was watching you.

you yank your skirt down. hopefully the feeling didn't come from someone accidentally seeing your panties. suddenly your phone vibrates the table. you glance at it.

you looked around and you saw the white hair asshole sitting two tables behind you. you glared at him and pulled your skirt down more. you went back to the experiment. you measure out the clear liquid. you wrote down how much of each.

you slowly pour the blue into the beaker. then the clear. you sat and watched the reaction. you wrote down what you saw then went to the sinks to wash and dispose of the liquids.

while at the sink, you feel a large body press up against you. his hands resting on the counter at your sides. he leans down to your ear and whispers, "wanna do our own experiment?" you finish cleaning the beaker and cylinders. you turn face him. he smiles and starts to lean down to you. you smack him square across the face.

"i was just playing. damn y/n," he pouts as you walk about to your table. you sit down and do the reading attached to the lab. you answer the stupid questions and write up the conclusion. you hand it in and see people leaving.

you always stay behind and clean up after labs to help out the professor. you start by picking up all the beakers and cleaning them. there about 15 students and some partner up so it wasn't a lot but they've gotta be really cleaned. you hum while washing the beakers.

"that was pretty rude of you, you know," he complains while sitting on a desk.

"i don't care," you answer. he jump down and walks to you. he leans against the other sink. you "accidentally" splash him with water to get him to move.

"damn you y/n," he says with a smile. "now i'm wet," you giggle to yourself. "oh you think it's funny?"

"yeah," you laugh. he fills a beaker with water and throws it at you. today was a shitty day to wear white... his face goes red and he turns away. "you dumbass," you turn off the water and go to your bag. you always kept a hoodie in there in case one of your classes gets too cold. you unbutton the shirt and fold it. you feel his eyes locked on your body. you didn't hear him walk up to you so when you felt large cold hands grad you side, you yelped. you quickly pull on your hoodie. "back off perv,"

"you're the one who strips right in front of me," he smiles.

"i thought your could handle yourself," you spit. you grab your bag and start out the door.

"help me clean up the mess you started!" he yells.

"no, piss off loser," you continue out the door. you hear his footsteps chasing you. you booked it. you hid in the stairwell to catch your breath. you sat down on the cold floor.

you hear the door open. shit. you get up and run up the stairs. you hear him sprint up the stair after you. you just challenged the star track player to a race. you were never going to win.

you open the top door. the old lab rooms. it was dark so at least you could hide. you sprinted down the hallway and went into one of the room. you slide under the professor desk. you scrunched into a ball and waited for your impending doom. you hear the stairway door slam down.

"y/n you know i'll find you!" he yells. you giggle to yourself. you would never admit it out loud but you were having so much fun.

you heard his footsteps in the other rooms and moving of desks and slamming of doors. it was getting pissed. you phone vibrated.

you turn your phone completely off so he couldn't hear the vibration. you hear him walk into the room you were in. he walks around and pushes a few desks then he closed the door. you moved from your spot and checked to see if he was still there. if he wasn't you were gonna make a break off it and run across campus.

you shuffled to see around the filing cabinet part of the desk. you felt a hand grab your foot. shit. he pulls you up from under the desk.

"gotcha!" he pins you down with your hands above your head. his knees on either side of your hips. "you tricky little bitch," he says through gritted teeth. you could help but laugh. his hand goes around your throat. you instantly stop.

"gojo," you try to say. "ok you won, get off."

"you really think we're done here, y/n?" he smiles. your heart is beating out of your chest. you try to push him off. "i've liked you since you started here. i always tried to act cool and try to get your attention but no you hate me. you actually hate," tear form in his eyes.

"i don't hate you, but i really don't like you right now," you say. he lets go of your neck and wrist. you sit up and slide away from him.

he sat there silently crying. you watched him. after a few minutes of thinking you push yourself closer to him. you wipe his eyes. he leans into your hand. his large hand lays flat against yours. he pulls it off his cheek and he kisses your palm then your wrist.

"i'm sorry," he whispers.

"for what? paying hide n seek?" you laugh. he gets a light chuckle. he leans in to kiss you. You melt into his sweet lips. you cup his cheek as he crawls on top of you. he looks down at you. his snowy hair covers with beautiful blue eyes.

his thumb swipes over your bottom lip. you instinctively open your mouth and he slides it in. you suck on his thumb while keeping an innocent look. his eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes.

"goddamn," he whispers. your hands move to his belt buckle. your fingers slowly undo the belt. he smiles down at you and pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a pop. he pulls his belt off and loops your hands threw them. "this is for the little stunt you pulled," he growls into your ear.

you unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off. you eyes dart around his toned chested. he moves off of your lap and in between your thighs. his hands disappear under your skirt. you feel his fingers loop around your panties.

he drags them down your legs and shoved them into his pocket. he reaches up and opens your mouth. you stick out your tongue, a long string of spit drops onto you tongue.

"swallow," he watches. "open," you do so and he puts his middle and ring finger into your mouth. you swirl you tongue around them. "good girl," he whispers and pulls out his wet fingers.

his hand goes back up your skirt and you feel his fingers spread your folds apart. you bite your lip. his fingers drive into your warm hole. you squeeze your eyes shut. his free hand pushes your skirt up. he hold it up for you to hold. you take into your hand.

he watches his fingers get eaten up by your hungry pussy. his thumb rubs small circles in your sensitive clit. he bites his lip as you squirm under his touch. his eyes drifted away from your heat and up to your face. red and twisting in pleasure. his fingers speed up as he watches your mouth fall open in a silent scream.

"keep making those faces, baby," he coos as he curls his slender fingers graze the spongy walls of your pussy. the slick began pooling in his hand and, the noises his fingers made inside of you, made him harder each second.

you pressed your knees together to help the knot in your stomach not to snap. his large hand grabs your knee and pushes it open. "not on my watch," he chuckles as his fingers spread apart, to stretch you open. you moan out his name and you feel him tense you.

you repeated his name over and over and over again till the knot in your stomach snap. his fingers keep thrusting in you as you rode out your high. you grip onto his wrist to make him stop but he keeps going.

he pulls out his long fingers. you look at him through half lidded eyes as he sticks out his tongue and slides them into his mouth. he smiles and moans out. his eyes flutter close and he slides them out with a pop. "so good," he smiles. everything has to be a damn show with him.

you knee him in the side. his hand drags up you leg and squeeze your ass. he smirks as he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap. he looks up at you and kisses your chest. "so beautiful!" he coos. you glare down at him.

"do you ever shut up?" you look down at him. he's hands let go of your hips and they slip to his waistband. all you heard was unzipping and shuffling. his tip pressed against your sensitive pussy. you bite your lip. his hand grips your jaw.

"don't hold them in, darling, i want to hear how good i make you feel," he whispers.

his cock goes into your entrance and you eyes close shut as he pushes himself deeper. your head falls to his chest as you let out a breathy moan into his ear. his hands go to your hips and he rocks you back and forth. you let out cute little moans that make him go wild.

you start rolling your hips to let him lean back on one hand as your hands are tied and on his chest. your moans alone make his want to come. your pussy clenches around him in the best ways. he hits every part of you that send you over the edge. he lets out a small moan as you feel your second climax forming.

his hand travels up your back and grabs a fist of your hair. he pulls it back to look at your face while you come. "good girl, come on my dick," he watches as your face twists in pleasure and how your mouth falls open. your breath hitches with every trust from the man below you.

he moans out and comes in you. the lights of the room turn on. he stops what he's doing and his hand flies over your mouth.

"what is going on here!" someone yells at the door.

"extra credit!" gojo yells back.

"gross, get the fuck out of here," the man yells back, flicking off the lights.

gojo's head falls onto your shoulder. he starts laughing. "wanna take this back to my place?"

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[enchantedblackrose]

Summer Heat

Original photos not mine, taken from Google Images. If you believe them to be yours and want credited or removed please lmk

Summer Heat

Description: Female reader imagines what being with some of Chicago's finest might look like. Kelly Severide. Jay Halstead. Antonio Dawson.

Warnings: 18+ only, oral sex (fem receiving), brief mention of spanking. Smut language?

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Summer Heat

The Chicago summer air was heavy. Inside the 21st precinct was almost as stifling. Either the air conditioning can't keep up with the high temperature, or the outdated unit is on the fritz. You realize it quite possibly could be both. You suppose it doesn't matter as one point remains the same: there's no relief from the summer heat.

To make matters worse, things are unusually quiet for the Intelligence Unit. You and the team are stuck at your desks getting caught up on tedious paperwork.  Everyone is desperate for interruptions. 

Adam stands suddenly, volunteering to pick up lunch. Antonio tells him it's only nine and a disgruntled Adam sits back down in his chair.

The day drags on. So far you have attempted paperwork, rearranged the contents of your desk, made yourself appear busy without really doing anything, taken two bathroom breaks, and actually worked on your paperwork.

A sigh escapes you. You're bored and hot, itching for anything to break up the monotony of this day.

You catch a sudden movement from the corner of your eye and spot a familiar face.

Kelly Severide from Firehouse 51 is bouncing up the stairs. He nods in greeting to the others in the bullpen. Before you can get out the question as to what he's doing here, he shoots you a playful wink and heads straight into Voight's office, closing the door behind him.

Maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's due to boredom, but despite being at work you can't help but imagine Kelly giving you that same wink right before he brings his lips to your entrance planting a kiss right there. Then his mouth dips down, his tongue darts out licking at your folds. His stubble brushing against your sensitive skin and his tongue finding your sweetest spot, causing you to moan. Kelly wouldn't bother fighting back a chuckle. He'd slip a finger inside you and work it vigorously giving you immense pleasure. He'd continue to lick and suck at your clit, pausing only to say how good you taste. Another finger would slip inside you and Kelly wouldn't stop until you climaxed. He'd feel you start to shake and would encourage you to come with words and actions. Your hips would involuntarily buck against his mouth, but Kelly would be unbothered...

You cross your legs desperate to feel any friction. The door to the office swings open and you nearly jump. Kelly catches your eyes and you think you blush. 

"See ya around, y/n." He waves a hand bye to the others.

"Mhm," is all you manage to mumble before he disappears down the stairs.

Jay questionly looks at you from his desk. But you shake your head. You grab a hair tie from your wrist and grab your hair to put in a high ponytail desperate to keep it off your neck.

"You look like you could use this." You look to see Jay now standing at the side of your desk, offering you a cold bottle of water.

'Thanks," you smile as you reach for it. You place the bottle at the nape of your neck before cracking it open and taking a long sip.

Jay leans closer to you. Despite the heat, his hot breath tickles your skin. "Sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine,"  you lie. As Jay makes his way back to his desk your mind wanders again. This time to Jay.

His lips drop to the spot on your neck behind your ear as he presses a sensual kiss there. He's just told you how fucking beautiful you are and you can still feel his breath on your skin. His hands would roam your body. His calloused fingers feeling rough against your soft breasts but his touch would be gentle, cupping each one, massaging them and lightly pinching your nipples. A delighted moan would escape you and you would straddle him. You envision Jay helping you lower yourself onto him. As you adjust to his size, he sucks and nips at your neck and collarbone. Your hips would steadily rock against him. While you might be in control of the speed Jay would take advantage of the position. His hand and mouth are taking turns engulfing your breasts,fingers pinching your hardening nipples, tongue encircling the sensitive peaks. His actions eliciting more pleasurable moans from you. You would build a faster rhythm, almost aching with desire. His other hand makes its way to your ass, smacking it lightly. The stinging sensation would only turn you on more. Your hitched voice telling Jay you're about to cum would cause his light eyes to grow dark with lust. His hands urgently attach themselves to your hips as he helps you rock against him harder and faster until...

Antonio calls your name, pulling you out of your daydream. Your head whips in his direction. "What?"

A smirk plays at his lips as he carefully looks at you. Fearing that he can read your mind, you blush. Of course you're being ridiculous; there's no way he could know what you were just thinking about your colleague. Your eyes carefully dart to Jay, who has his head down in his paperwork. You look back at Antonio. You're not sure, but you think his smirk has grown.

"I asked you if you had an extra file folder." He stands at his desk, arms crossed and it's impossible for you not to notice how the stance emphasizes his perfectly chiseled arms.

"Uh..umm, yeah. It's right...Um, here," you answer, clearly distracted, pulling out your side desk drawer, rummaging through files until you come across an empty folder. Antonio's eyes never left you, but now you feel Jay's on you again. You glance at him, but seeing his bemused expression, you quickly look back in your drawer. Pulling out the folder, you extend your arm, finally offering it. "Sorry, Antonio." He takes it from you grinning, but doesn't say anything, which is for the best because once again you're preoccupied.

You can't help it. You really like how his name falls from your lips. An...ton...i..o… An...ton..i..o. Oh! You imagine calling out his name over and over. His large dick would fill you completely and he would expertly drive it in and out of you. Your moans of pleasure mixed with his name would only encourage him and you just know he'd be calling you mami or nena. And that would almost be enough to send you over the edge. One of your hands would grip his muscular shoulder, nails undoubtedly leaving marks as you dig into him, attempting to bring him impossibly closer. Your other fingers would lace themselves in his short hair and tug. His thrusts somehow manage to hit you deeper. Your back would arch further into the mattress and the slight change in position would cause your name to come out of Antonio, followed by a few swear words in Spanish. This would, of course, turn you on even more. Antonio would be able to tell by the way your eyes fluttered shut but not before you saw that smirk of his. He'd purr into your ear, telling you how good you felt and that he wasn't anywhere near done with you yet. His words would trigger your release, your walls clamping around him -

"Alright, all of you get outta here, we're done for the day," your sergeant's gruff voice interrupts you and you're embarrassed to admit you never even heard his office door open.

Upon Voight's dismissal, you all but jump from your seat more than ready to leave the precinct.

Jay easily catches up with you. "Hey, y/n, wait. Let's go to Molly's for a drink. You can tell me what's been on your mind all day."

"Uh…"

"I just got a text from Gabby," Antonio's voice calls out from behind you as he slowly approaches the two of you. "Said she, Casey, and Severide are already there. Looks like everyone is wanting a cold one after this scorcher of a day. So, what do you say, y/n….you coming?"

Antonio's choice of words cause you to blush and you mentally curse yourself. Jay and Antonio watch you waiting for your response.

"Yeah, I'm coming- I mean, yes I'll go to Molly's." You quickly walk away, leaving the two men behind. You wonder just how long it will take for you to be able to look either of them in the eyes again. This was going to be a long night.

Stupid summer heat.

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Punks, Poets, Parents - Chapter 7: What Do You Know?

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Fic rated M, this chapter rated T - CW: implied past child abuse/neglect, swearing, implied past drug abuse, implied character hangover - WC: 2876 - Hey, I feel some barbs poking through this fluff…

Everything happens Don’t look for patterns You only perceive what you believe - What Do You Know?, Buzzcocks Fic playlist on Spotify ---

Thursday, November 10, 1983

Patton and Logan were washing up after an unusually quiet dinner. Patton was so subdued that, by the end of the evening Logan had found himself laying down setups for puns. None of which Patton had picked up.

Logan adjusted his glasses with the back of his wrist, trying to keep the dish suds away from the lenses. “Pat?” He carefully placed a soapy dish into the basin next to him where Patton was rinsing the dishes before placing them in the dish drainer.

“Uh, yeah?” Patton stared down at the dish in his hands, continuing to rinse the clean plate.

“Is something bothering you?” Logan glanced over at his brother just as Patton looked up. Their eyes met and Logan looked pointedly at Patton’s lip which he’s bitten to the point of bleeding. “You seem like you’ve got something on your mind.”

Accepting the next soapy plate, Patton started to shake his head before dropping the plate into the basin and turning to Logan. “No, I mean, yes. Yes there is.” He let out a little sigh. “I’m not supposed to talk about it, though.”

“Confidentiality?”

Patton nodded, frowning into the basin of suds, dragging a finger through the bubbles left behind.

“I understand.” Logan nodded as he picked up a saucepan. He added a bit more soap to the scrubby part of the sponge and attacked a burnt spot on the bottom of the pan. “I have similar restrictions when I learn private things about my students.”

“What if… well….”

Logan looked at Patton out of the corner of his eye. Patton picked up the plate, rinsing the suds away. He put the plate in the drainer and turned off the water, turning to his brother again. “What if we talked about it in a more… professional way? If I talked to you in your capacity as a teacher, it wouldn’t be a breach of confidence, it would be a social worker reaching out to a related professional.”

Logan frowned. “That would make sense if the case that concerns you involved a student at my school, particularly if he or she were a student in my class—” he stopped talking when Patton raised his eyebrow. “Oh… The child that concerns you is one of my students.”

Patton slowly nodded, pressing his lips tightly together.

Returning his attention to the saucepan, Logan continued scrubbing. “Well, I suppose then that speaking with me, one professional to another, in the interests of the child, of course, would provide you the opportunity to speak your mind.”

Patton let out a long breath, shoulders slumping down into their usual position. “Oh, thank god! I wasn’t going to be able to hold it in any longer.”

“I’m listening, Pat.”

Patton stood a little straighter and started speaking quickly. "Okay, there's this little boy in your class. He's got failure to thrive and—”

"Jay Heaney," Logan continued to scrub at the bottom of the saucepan.

"Janus, yes…"

"He will respond better to 'Jay.'" Logan faced Patton, "You should call him his preferred name when you speak with him."

"Isn't he mute? The file said he can't talk."

Logan frowned, scrubbing the pan a little harder, working on an old scorch mark. "Obviously, I am not an expert in child psychology, however I have observed that in an environment in which he feels secure, he makes an effort to communicate."

Logan's scrubbing slowed as he recalled the night he'd watched Jay happily sit with Remus for over an hour, pointing to each word called out from his journal, his homework, three Sesame Street books, even the front page of the Village Voice. Logan's hand slipped on the soapy bottom of the pan, tearing him from his reverie. He glanced at Patton. "I suspect it is selective mutism. Perhaps anxiety from whatever trauma led to the scar on his face."

"He has a scar?"

Logan stopped scrubbing, staring at his brother. "Have you even met Jay?"

"No, not yet. He was in school when I did my home visit and—”

Logan dropped the pan in the sink. He gripped the edge of the enameled edge, grinding his teeth. "How can you do a home visit for a child and not meet the child?"

"My supervisor said it would be enough to—”

"Your supervisor sounds like a fucking dolt."

"Lo!"

Logan closed his eyes and bowed his head, breathing for a moment. He opened his eyes and turned to face Patton completely. "I apologize." He sighed, "I share your concern for this child. You were describing how the home visit went."

"Right, so I went to his parents' apartment but no-one was home. I stood outside, knocking for a while…. My supervisor says stay for a bit, to try to make them think you left. Then, when you can hear them come to the door to see if you're still there, you knock louder." Patton shrugged. "It's supposed to make reluctant parents answer the door so the neighbors won't hear."

Logan muttered under his breath, dipping a soapy dish in the water basin. "Mom never fell for that."

Sighing, Patton nodded. "Yeah.”

Patton rinsed the next dish slowly and took a deep breath. “Anyway, I was about to leave my card and a note and this giant punk with old track marks on his arms came out of the apartment next door and—”

"Pat, punk doesn't mean bad, and..." Logan eyed Patton’s own arms significantly.

"Yeah, I know, I know . And I know you're a good person, but you should've seen this guy. He’s like six foot five, with spiked, green hair. Tattoos all over the place, leather pants. He was… scary." Logan looked away. "So the punk guy—”

Quietly, Logan interrupted again, "His name is Mr. Puños."

"So you've met him."

Logan nodded. "A little over a month ago, I sent a note home with Jay, requesting an emergency parent-teacher conference. He had already missed eight days of school, he was withdrawn when he was in attendance and, frankly…" He frowned. "He didn’t appear very healthy. His mother did not respond to the note.” Logan passed over the clean pot and started on the colander.

"A week after I sent the note, Jay’s mother left him with Mr. Puños in the middle of the night." Logan stopped scrubbing and turned to face Patton. "Mr. Puños showed up in my classroom, crumpled note in his hand, the very next day.”

"Oh." Patton fiddled with the dish towel next to him. "Yeah. He said he was babysitting."

Logan huffed out a laugh. "Jay's been getting better care from his 'scary punk babysitter' than I've seen him receive from his mother all school year."

"So you're not worried that he's staying at this guy's house?" Patton stopped rinsing, eyes trained on his brother.

"Not in the least."

"Hm."

"Hm?"

"Well…” Patton looked away, returning his attention to the soapy pot in his hands.

“My supervisor said that he sounded like an inappropriate placement and we may need to remove him if his mother does not return soon."

Logan paused his scrubbing on the colander and stared at the soap bubbles that had collected on the surface. He silently watched the bubbles pop for a few moments. Finally, he murmured, "Pat, how many open cases do you have?"

Blinking at the non-sequitur, Patton thought for a moment, counting on his fingers. "One hundred ninety-eight."

Logan nodded. He'd expected an answer like that.

"Patton, perhaps it would be in the best interests of this child if you moved his case to the bottom of your queue." Logan resumed washing the dish, placing the clean but sudsy colander into the rinsing basin. "I have only 32 students in my class. I shall keep a close eye on Jay and will let you know if I see anything at all concerning. Deal?"

Patton chewed at his lip for a moment, but finally nodded. "Alright. Pinky swear?" He asked, holding out his little finger, his old glint back in his eye.

Logan nodded solemnly, linking a soapy pinkie with his brother. "Pinky swear."

---

Virgil fidgeted with the drum sticks, catching Jay staring at him every time he looked up. “So how long exactly are you babysitting this kid, Re?”

Remus narrowed his eyes and flipped his hair back. “As long as he needs me, man. I told you, his mom’s a”—his eyes jumped over to Jay—”his mom is out of town.” He shrugged, watching as Jay read some of the stickers plastered on the wall near the little table Bennie had set up for him during their rehearsal. “I don’t know if he has any family besides his mom. She’s probably burned all those bridges.” Remus swallowed hard, rubbing his hands roughly over his arms.

“Yeah, Re, not everyone’s as forgiving as I am!” Clapping a hand on his brother’s shoulder, Roman grinned, “He’s a nice kid. I don’t mind him hanging around. Maybe, you know, keep him away from downstairs….” Remus rolled his eyes.

“I’m not an idiot, Ro Bro.” Raising his hands in surrender, Roman laughed and went back to tuning his guitar.

Virgil gnawed at his lip. “Wouldn’t he rather be out playing with his friends at the park or some kid shit like that?”

Remus frowned as he looked down at his own bass and muttered, “I don’t think he has any friends his age, Virge. You know what kids can be like.”

They both looked out toward where Jay was sitting and saw only an open table. Remus’ eyes whipped around the tiny venue until he turned and saw Jay had climbed up on stage and was standing a few feet away, watching Virgil adjust his drum kit. “Hey, Buddy, you’re fast,” Remus chuckled, blowing out a quick breath and pushing away the thrumming panic he’d felt clamping down on his chest. “Were you curious about Virgil’s drums?”

Jay nodded slightly and took a small step toward them. Remus glanced up at Virgil, eyebrows raised. Virgil sighed, then turned to Jay and held out a drumstick. “You wanna try it, kid?”

Jay looked at Remus, waiting. It took Remus a moment to realize he was waiting for permission. “Go ahead, Bud,” he said, nodding quickly.

The boy raced over to Virgil, accepting the drumstick with a bright grin. He tapped slowly at first, smiling back at Virgil. Remus nudged Roman, silently drawing his attention away from his guitar and toward the pair as Virgil started lightly stepping down on the top hat, adding a steady beat from the cymbals. Jay tried to match the beat, tapping with Virgil’s rhythm.

“Not bad, kid, not bad…” Virgil murmured, a little smirk growing on his face. Jay tapped on a different drum, smiling at the new sound. After a few minutes, he gave the drumstick back to Virgil, then touched his first three fingers to his chin, then dropped them with an open palm toward the drummer.

“Did he just—” Virgil glared at Remus, eyes wide, making the 'fuck off’ motion, brushing his fingers under his jaw.

Remus cackled, “No, man, that’s ASL for ‘thank you!’” Remus threw his head back, laughing harder at Virgil’s blush. “He learned it at school.”

“Oh, um, well, you’re welcome, kid.” Virgil cleared his throat, smiling briefly at Jay’s grin and turned back to his drum kit as Jay clambered off the stage and headed back to his little table. Virgil looked up at Roman and Remus. “You two ready?”

Roman nodded, washing down some aspirin with another long drawn on his sports drink. “Oh, just a sec,” Remus added, fishing out a tiny set of protective headphones from his gig bag before leaping off the stage. He handed them to Jay and he popped them on then allowed Remus to double check their fit. “Comfy?” Remus asked in a loud voice. Jay grinned and nodded, giving him a little thumbs up. He ruffled Jay’s hair, then ran back to the stage.

“Let’s go!” Remus grinned as he waited for Virgil’s countdown.

---

They took a break two hours into the rehearsal. Roman sat on the drummer stool with his eyes closed, head leaning back against Virgil's belly as he stood behind him. Virgil rubbed his temples while he leaned over, murmuring softly in his ear. Remus sat with Jay at his table while they shared a sandwich. Hilly stopped by the table with another glass of water for Remus and a glass of milk for Jay.

Remus chuckled, “Bennie’s got fresh milk back there?”

Grinning, Hilly shrugged. “He swears it’s for White Russians, but, um, between you and me,” he shook his head, laughing, “He only started buying it when Jay first showed up for rehearsals a couple weeks ago.” Remus watched the man as Hilly’s hands reflexively moved to the package of cigarettes in his pocket before he looked down, dropping his hands and fishing out some gum.

“Lisa’s set to stay with Jay again on Thursday so you can perform. Does 7 o’clock still work?”

Remus quickly chewed and swallowed the bite he’d taken, nodding. “Yes, yes, that sounds great.” He turned to Jay, “You liked Lisa, right?” Jay was already grinning broadly, leafing through the drawings in front of him, pulling out one of a figure in a flowery dress and pink hair.

Remus laughed as he accepted the drawing, turning it to show Hilly. “Oh, if she’s got her own drawing after just two babysitting gigs, then she’s on the VIP list.” He looked up at the older man again. “Thanks for—” he waved his hands over Jay, the stage, the club. “Thanks for everything, Hilly.”

“I’ve had angels in my life. Especially when I was young like you.” Remus felt a flush heating up his face and gulped at his water. Hilly grinned, waiting for him to put down the glass. “I’m glad to be able to help where I can. Besides… you boys know how to bring in the crowds. If having my daughter pitch in with a little babysitting is part of your rider, I’m happy to oblige.”

Roman called from the stage, “Hey, if we really have a rider, I’ve got some things to add…”

“Not for you, Your Worshipfulness…” Virgil laughed, leaning over and kissing Roman’s neck. He looked up, “C’mon back, Remus. We need to try that last song again….“

Remus helped Jay with his headphones while Jay made a motion with his arm. He tilted his head. “What was that?” Jay repeated it before looking up at the stage and miming a microphone. Remus grinned. “Is that the sign for ‘song’?” Jay grinned, nodding happily as Remus tried the motion. Jay took his hand, straightening his fingers and moving his right hand back and forth over his left.

“Oh… the—“ Remus repeated the motion and winked at Jay. “Not yet, but soon!”

---

Virgil ended their last planned song with a riotous lift, accompanying Roman as he wailed the song’s final high note into the mic. His smirk looked more like an actual smile as the last crash of the cymbal reverberated through the mostly empty space. “Yeah! You nailed the end!”

Roman shot Remus a pre-emptively dirty look as his brother first waved his hands as though to say ‘What?’ before tilting his head toward Jay, his wide eyes taking in their every movement. Roman rolled his eyes then gestured toward Virgil with the head of his guitar.

Remus nodded, laying down the baseline to a different song.

Virgil had started to pack up his gig bag but now looked up, brow furrowed as he listened to Remus’ playing. He shook his head. “That’s not one of ours….”

Roman stepped closer to Virgil, easing around his drum kit and swiveling his drummer stool so they were face-to-face. He started picking out the melody on his guitar.

Everytime I look into your loving eyes I see a love that money just can’t buy

“Babe, what is this?” Virgil asked, a flush growing on his cheeks.

Remus took over the melody on his bass and started to sing the background harmony vocals as Roman took Virgil’s hand, drawing him close. He continued to sing.

One look from you, I drift away I pray that you are here to stay

Anything you want, you got it Anything you need, you got it Anything at all, you got it Baby

Roman put down his guitar, wrapping his arms around Virgil’s waist and started to dance him around the stage, singing softly near his ear.

Every time I hold you, I begin to understand Everything about you tells me I’m your man I live my life to be with you No one can do the things you do

“Ro, what is this for?” Virgil shot a look at Remus when Roman just dipped him in response. Remus smiled, and shrugged, dipping his bass toward Roman and singing the harmony.

Anything you want, you got it Anything you need, you got it Anything at all, you got it Baby Anything you want Anything you need Anything at all

Roman stopped singing, cradling Virgil’s cheeks in his hands as he pulled him in to a long, soft kiss. “My love.” He carded his fingers through Virgil’s hair. “You know I couldn’t possibly let our anniversary go by without taking the opportunity to serenade you….”

Laughing and hiding his face against Roman’s chest, Virgil complained with a blushing grin, “But out anniversary’s not until Friday….“

“Well, sure, but we won’t have this space Friday.” Roman lifted Virgil’s chin and looked into his eyes as Remus played the last chords of the song. “I’ll just have to find some other way to cherish you on that day.”

Virgil’s initial response was interrupted by sudden applause from Jay and Hilly. “I am so getting you back for this.”

“Mm-hm… you better,” Roman murmured, drawing him in for one more kiss. ---

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Hi!! I'd like to request a NSFW for Donnie. How would he react to seeing another guy flirt with his crush? His crush also owns her own library.

A little librarian action, huh? I'll try to make this interesting!

Warnings: NSFW Content 18+

Donnie

It was getting late and the library was closing soon. He had asked if you wanted to stay the night tonight and when you said sure, he offered to pick you up. As he pulled up to the side of the building he hopped out of the turtle truck and walked inside using the spare key you gave him. Most of the lights were off and there were no customers in sight. But the sound of your laughter was enough to tell him someone was still here with you. Donnie went into ninja mode, sneaking along the aisles until he was close enough to see the front desk but still remain in the shadows. 'What does he want?' He thought to himself when he saw your employee leaning against the counter on his elbow.

You were putting some files and papers away while rolling your eyes at his compliments and sometimes letting out a laugh at a cheesy pick-up line. Unfortunately, for your employee, you didn't share his feelings, and you have let him know this before. Apparently, he was persistent. Donnie loved the sound of your laugh but not when it was from someone flirting with you. Donnie was a logical terrapin though. He kept his cool and waited patient for the guy to leave.

"Okay, night. See you tomorrow Levi!" You call to him as he bids you good night. Donnie let out a sigh after Levi left and started walking over to you. "Hey!" He greeted causing you to look up from the front desk. You watch as Donnie stepped into the light of the desk lamp with a soft smile. "Hey, you!" You gave him a big smile and continued to collect some papers and shuffle them together. "What did Levi want?" You thought it was an odd question coming from Donnie, "Oh, he's just goofing off is all," You reply and turn around to put the papers into a filing cabinet. "Hm. Sounded like flirting to me." He mumbled; however, it was easy to hear in the dead silence of your library.

You look over your shoulder to see his shell facing you and him leaning against the desk with his arms crossed. He seemed to be in deep though. A playful smirk pulled its way onto your face as you walked back over to the desk and leaned on your hands as you gave him a playful look. "Donnie...are you jealous?" You inquire, holding back the urge to giggle. He immediately stood straight and glanced at you. "N-no, of course I'm not jealous. Wha-why would I be jealous of him?" Donnie wanted to slap himself for stammering. You walked around the desk so you were now standing right in front of him. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but it sounds to me like you have a thing for me." You smile up at him and before you knew it, Donnie was a stuttering mess as he desperately tried to find the words to defend himself.

"N-no, I just...Well I-you-he...You know what?" In a blink of an eye his lips were pressed firmly against yours. You happily return the kiss, feeling butterflies in your stomach. Your arms wrapped around his neck so you could deepen the kiss. Donnie then pulled away a bit to look into your eyes. "I'll show you just how much of a thing I have for you." And with that he picked you up, your legs naturally wrapping around his waist to support you.

Soon, your back was against the side of a bookshelf with Donnie's tongue dancing with yours. You could feel waves of pleasure in your lower regions as his firm erection grinded against your heat through his pants. Your hands moved down and fumbled with his belt to slip it off and drop it to the floor. He pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it to the side before working at your bra and throwing it behind him. You loved the feeling of his hands grabbing your waist and moving up your sides until they started groping your breasts, pinching and twisting your perked buds. The more he rubbed against you the more wet you became. The rough feeling was becoming unbearable so your fingers unbuttoned his pants allowing your hands to push his pants down. He had already kicked away his boots so stepping out of his pants was easier.

He then pulled you two away from the shelf and walked a few steps to lay you down on the front desk. His hands gripped your hips as he looked down at the goddess looking back up at him, your hands rubbing his forearms slowly. His thumbs hooked the hem of your panties and your long skirt before slowly sliding them down. He bit the inside of his bottom lip and his nose twitched from your aroma before he slid his hand near your heat. A smirk made its way onto his face when you gasped and your legs twitched as the feeling of his thumb brushing against your swollen clit.

You closed your eyes and relaxed a bit as Donnie felt along your body, cherishing how soft your skin was against his hands. His hands then retreated, wasting no more time to remove his boxers. His member sprung to life, ready to be berried inside you. Donnie leant down, his one hand finding the edge of the desk above him while his other hand pressed against the top of the desk. His cool plastron pressing against your flushed skin as he kissed and sucked on your neck and collarbone. "Oh, Donnie!" You gasp upon feeling his flared tip along with his smooth cock fill you with one swift motion. A reptilian churr echoed from his chest, sending vibrations throughout your body.

It didn't take Donnie long to find a rhythm as he now loomed over your small form, using his hands to support him as he bucked into you. He admired the sight below him. One of your hands cupping his wrist while the other caressed his forearm. Your head was turned to the side, eyes closed, as your breasts and body bounced back and forth with every thrust. Your angelic moans and sweet gasps filled his ears. The way the light of the desk lamp made your skin glow. He didn't know just how much he would love seeing this side of you until now. Your silk walls seemed to hug and pull him in more and more.

"F-faster Donnie! Mmm!" He obeyed your desperate cry, bucking his hips faster and harder. He was going to make sure to please you, just to hear you cry out his name. "Fuck, you feel amazing!" Donnie purred before moving his arms behind your legs to pull them up. "Aaah!" You cried out in bliss as your back arched off the table as the new position. "Oh, yeah Donnie! Don't stop! Don't stop Donnie!" Your hands moved above you to grasp the edge of the desk while you threw your head back. Donnie took advantage of this and leant down to litter your neck in kisses and love bites.

He drew another gasp from you when he leant down at the perfect angle for his aching cock to mercilessly drill into your g-spot. "Oooh fuck! Don't move Donnie, just like that. Mmm, right there!" Your arms wrapped around his neck as you hug him close to you. You clawed at his shell, feeling your orgasm building quickly. Donnie panted heavily as he let out low grunts and churrs. He knew you were close, feeling your walls becoming tighter and tighter around his large member.

"You like it when I hit that spot? Yeah?" He growled focusing his attention on that one spot that seemed to rip those well wanted cries from you. "Donnie!" You cry out and gasp as you hit your release. "Mmm! That's it Y/n! Oh fuck yeah, Babygirl!" Donnie shuttered at his own release, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck while he filled you until he was dripping from you core.

You both stay like that for a moment before Donnie used his hand to push himself up and pull out of you. You sat up and were met with him placing a tired kiss on your lips before Donnie left you to gather your guys' clothes. You slid off the desk but used it to support you on your wobbly legs. Donnie helped you get dress, leaving sweet kisses along your body as he did and picked you up to take you out to the truck.

Since you were already dozing off, he gently laid you on the couch and took his seat on the driver's side. By the time you two got to the lair it was really late and you were fast asleep. Donnie smiled at your sleeping form before picking you up and taking you to his room.

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